#and in the next cutscene hes still walking a little bit angry and

[dirt-str1der]

Maybe i just wasnt paying a lot of attention to ishin but how did okita and ryoma become friends like one moment okita was salting about him beating him in a swordfight and the next moment hes following ryoma around with big wet adoring eyes i mean eye like they werent even talking to each other when he was following him like they just fell into step then didnt stop walking. Like a pair of ants following the same scent trail

[bubbledumbbinch]

Reactions of the dorm leaders hearing their gf get in trouble for beating a someone's ass bc they were being sexist( like girls shouldn't do this or you can act like that?) Thank you😘

A/N: this piece of writing is SFW/fluff!! Please keep in mind before you follow me, I post SFW and also NSFW! Please do not follow me unless you are 18+

Pairings: Dorm Leaders x Fem! Reader

Riddle Rosehearts x Fem! Reader

Riddle would be horrified to hear you would get in trouble! Since when did his rose think it was okay to hit another student?

Once he finds out the reason though, he also gets angry at the student who harassed you based on your gender. When he finds said student who was still in pain after you beat him up, it’s “Off with your head!!!”

Riddle would lightly scold you about not letting your emotions get the best of you - he knows how it feels all too well and it doesn’t feel good for anybody afterwards.

However, he is proud of you for being able to stand up for yourself.

Leona Kingscholar x Fem! Reader

Leona widens his eyes and lets out a small scowl when you showed him your bruised knuckles and told him you got detention.

“Tch, what did you do that for, herbivore… seriously, getting yourself into trouble?”

When you argued that it was for good reason because the student was provoking you, telling you “You’re not strong enough to be at this school, especially as a girl”, you just about had it.

Leona smiles when he hears you proved the sexist student wrong, hearing about how the student had to be taken to the infirmary because you beat his ass like he deserved.

Leona considers taking Ruggie to the infirmary to pay the student a little visit later to ask if he’s learned his lesson yet.

Azul Ashengrotto x Fem! Reader

When Azul hears a commotion going on in the lounge from the VIP room, he didn’t expect to see you being held back by Jade.

“My, what’s the matter here?” Azul’s voice rose, making everyone silent.

Azul found out that while you were serving tables, you had been repeatedly harassed by a particular student in a big group. The student was trying to touch your hand, grab you by the waist, and his stare was unforgiving as he scanned up and down your body. Finally, when he said “Come on back to my dorm baby, you don’t need to be working with these lame guys!” you had enough and decided to punch him right in the jaw.

Azul heard your story and simply beckoned for Floyd to “get rid of him as he seems fit”, causing the eel to laugh maniacally and the student to scream as he was dragged out of the lounge.

“Angelfish, I’m happy to hear you were able to defend yourself. Next time this happens though, please let Floyd, Jade, or I know so we can get rid of the student quietly.”

Kalim Al-Asim x Fem! Reader

Kalim heard from Jamil that you were currently in detention and the boy practically jumped and ran to wait outside of the classroom where you were! You got into a fight?! His precious darling?!

Once you finally got out, Kalim was waiting for you with tears pricking his eyes and a big pout on his face. Seeing him so sad shot a pang of guilt through your body.

“Why, Y/N? What happened?” He simply asked you. After filling him in on how a student wouldn’t stop following you around and harassing you because you were a girl, Kalim wiped away his tears. “Why would someone do that?” He could only muster out as his cheeks turned pink.

Kalim feels a bit mad, but mostly disappointed at the student who did you wrong. He wants to find the person to make him apologize to you, but he realizes you might just want to let it go when you don’t want to talk about it anymore.

Kalim would comfort you with cuddles, sweet treats, and some love to help you try to feel better! He would kiss the bruises on your knuckles to hopefully make them feel better too!

Vil Schoenheit x Fem! Reader

Vil sighs in disappointment once he is told by Rook about your fight. The hunter describes the way you fought in perfect detail, telling the dorm leader how you thoroughly bruised and bloodied up the other student’s face and body.

Vil was growing increasingly upset until Rook told him WHY you had gotten into the fight. When Vil understands you did it to protect your reputation as a girl at a prestigious school, he wasn’t as angry.

Instead, he texted you immediately to come to see him. Once you do, you hang your head in shame, not wanting to meet your boyfriend’s gaze. It wasn’t until Vil lifted your chin up gently that you met his gaze with tear-filled eyes.

“I- I’m sorry, Vil… I know this could ruin your reputation so I’m sorry…” Vil would wipe your tears away and coo at you, telling you it was okay. He already sent Rook off to threaten deal with the student again.

Vil tended to your wounds and decided to try to lift your spirits by making a loving post about you on Magicam, calling you talented and strong person. Hundreds of thousands of people commented and called you beautiful, gave you words of encouragement, etc. !

Idia Shroud x Fem! Reader

Idia saw it for himself - well, if you count the video feed from Ortho’s cameras installed in his body - you slapped a student so hard in the face it left a red mark.

Ortho played back the video for Idia, showing his brother that someone was harassing you and calling you names and saying really awful things based on your gender while the two of you were on the way back to Ignihyde.

Ortho couldn’t do anything but get angry at the student so imagine his shock when you landed a hit! Idia also moved back, almost falling out of his chair!!

Idia would be surprised with you but also didn’t want you to keep getting in trouble. He doesn’t want you to get detention or anything since Ortho might start thinking it’s okay to use violence.

Idia would secretly be impressed, “Is this unlocking her delinquent skin/cutscene?”

He secretly likes how you could be tough if you wanted to be…

Malleus Draconia x Fem! Reader

The fae prince. He can only chuckle in amusement once he’s heard what you’ve done from Sebek!

“Well, my child of man was simply trying to prove her honor. I see no wrong here…” Malleus only grinned, making Sebek angry.

Malleus would still take you on a nightly walk to discuss why violence is not always the best answer. As a future king, he needs to have a mindset that squabbles can be taken cared of in a diplomatic way.

“But Tsunotarou-,” Malleus only hushed you. He told you he wasn’t upset with your actions. If anything he was surprised in a good way!

He told you that you just need to be careful because there can be evil magic users that would ultimately try to hurt you worse than you did. Malleus is only worried that you wouldn’t have a good way to defend yourself.

“Hmph, I guess that means you need to be there to protect me then!” You tutted back. Malleus could only pat your head lightly. For you, he would defeat anybody that dared stand up to hurt you.

[kirain]

I love Hosea (he's my fave) but one thing that's always bugged me is how he's definitely the most moral member of the gang but he still stays with Dutch after he kills that girl in Blackwater. I can't help thinking that'd be the last straw for Hosea...

If it's any consolation, there's nothing to suggest Hosea actually knew about Heidi McCourt. As far as I know, there's no encounter or cutscene where it's explicitly stated. In fact, an argument can be made to the contrary.

In chapter two, during a confrontation with Dutch, Hosea says "I heard things got nasty on that fairy", but he doesn't say how nasty. He then proceeds to ask Dutch to elaborate, but Dutch deflects, just as he deflected in Colter. Arthur flat out asked him what happened in Blackwater and Dutch responded with, "We missed you, that’s what happened." With Hosea, he quickly ends the conversation by telling him to "be strong".

That isn't the first time Hosea digs for information about Blackwater either. He later confronts Micah, asking, "Just what exactly went on in Blackwater?" This interaction is especially sad because Hosea basically begs Micah to answer, but the little rat brushes him off. Now, whether Hosea was asking why the the job went sideways or what the gang did in response is certainly up for debate, but his conversations with Dutch lead me to believe he might not know about the murder.

And in all fairness, that does seem like something Dutch would proactively try to hide, since killing innocent people is supposedly against their "code". Not far from the camp, you can even find torn up wanted posters detailing Dutch’s crimes, though it’s anyone's guess who destroyed them. One interesting detail, however, is that after Trelawny warns Arthur about the situation in Blackwater, he only tells Dutch about the wanted posters, not Hosea. I tried several times, but to my knowledge there’s no dialogue for it. The only gang member who wasn't in Blackwater who explicitly finds out about Heidi is Arthur, told to him by Javier when they ride to save John. Arthur never repeats this information to Hosea.

However ... as I like to deal in facts, the fact of the matter is Hosea could know just as much as he might not. It does seem a little farfetched to think Hosea never saw a single wanted poster, never heard someone talking about it, or simply wasn’t clever enough to piece it together on his own. Plus, Agent Milton does show up at the camp and call Dutch “nothing but a killer” while Hosea’s standing right next to him (though he could just be talking generally).

That said, I think Blackwater was the last straw, regardless of Heidi’s murder. After the botched robbery gets three gang members killed and the rest of them running from the law, Hosea blatantly tries to convince those remaining--Abigail, John, Sadie, Tilly, Lenny, even Arthur--to leave and "go legit". Hosea's reached a point in his life where all he has left is Dutch and the years behind them. He knows he's close to death, terminally ill, a wanted man, and he feels like sticking it out is a type of punishment for his own crimes. He declares several times throughout the game that he "wasn't a good man" in his youth, and he acknowledges (unlike Dutch) that gunslingers are part of a bygone era. He accepts this and literally says "I'm ready" when he talks about dying.

For further evidence of his sense of remorse, when talking to a frightened Abigail he says, "Seems we don't have any choice but to ride this train to the end of the line." He points to himself, and by "we" I think he means him and Dutch, as he immediately follows it up by telling Abigail to take Jack and start life anew somewhere safe. There's also another conversation (if you play on low honour) where he unambiguously says he wants to "make amends", but he feels like it’s too late.

In addition, I don’t think it’s a stretch to say Hosea’s slightly afraid of Dutch. During almost all of their arguments, Hosea recoils when Dutch approaches/yells at him. If you watch a compilation of their arguments, you’ll notice that when things get heated Hosea steps back, walks off, or looks at the ground submissively. He’s probably well aware of Dutch’s temper and knows what he can do when he’s angry, which tends to be the case when you've known someone for nearly thirty years. It isn't until chapter four, Hosea's last chapter, that he becomes more assertive and pushes back. I really do believe Hosea was more than just a friend to Dutch; he was also his conscience and a bit of a leash. As Hosea’s health waned, so did his influence on Dutch, unfortunately. I think he knew leaving the gang would only make things worse for everyone else, so he stayed.

In the end, whether or not Hosea knew about Heidi is kind of inconsequential, because there's nothing he could've done about it besides what he tries to do in game: muzzle and undermine Dutch, plan adequate heists to ensure everyone's future, and convince his friends to move on, be better, and accept the ways of the new world. In a sense, Arthur became Hosea by the end of the story.

Like father, like son.

[blazehedgehog]

Thoughts on Stranger of Paradise?

I've played the demo all the way through now and honestly...

I... really like it. Like, I think I was right on the money with my assessment: this is Final Fantasy's version of, like, Castlevania: Lords of Shadow, or DmC: Devil May Cry, or whatever. This is a Japanese developer trying to capture the western market.

But with those other games, Capcom and Konami handed them off to other developers. Mercury Steam with Lords of Shadow, Ninja Theory with DmC, etc.

I don't think Square-Enix did that here. I mean, yes, they kind of did, because Team Ninja handled the gameplay, but a lot of it still involved Square-Enix and both companies are Japanese. And you can feel that. But they made it for people who seem to be sick of how "Final Fantasy" a Final Fantasy game can be. It is Anti-Final Fantasy. But in a good way! It's not necessarily mean spirited or angry at Final Fantasy. It's not trying to make fun of it.

It's just, you'll hit a cutscene where a Final Fantasy character starts going on a Final Fantasy monologue and Jack will interrupt them with "I don't care." Then he'll pull out his phone, and start blasting NuMetal as he walks away from the whole conversation. It's incredible. He's such a dumb, blunt, angry meathead that it loops back around to being endearing. I'm legitimately interested in the game's story just because I want to see what dumb thing Jack will say or do next. He's the worst, in the greatest way possible.

Gameplay's not so bad, either. It's a little hard to wrap your head around sometimes; it's got the mechanics of a Dark Souls, but it's FAST. And the lock-on system could use some work. The controls in general, really. It feels like a bit of a finger pretzel sometimes. But it's never, like, game-endingly-frustrating. It's just kind of annoying and a little awkward.

But I came away from the demo feeling surprisingly positive about the game. If my life wasn't so uncertain right now, it's definitely something I'd be interested in seeing the rest of.

[emmy-writes-sometimes]

line without a hook

Pairing: Tom Holland x female! reader

Summary: Tom takes care of you after a party, forcing you to realize that maybe he’s who you should have been with all this time. 

Warnings: Cheating boyfriends, alcohol

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“Where are you going?” Tom asked drowsily, sniffling upon walking into the bathroom you two shared. The smell of your perfume wasn’t overwhelming, but it smelled a little sweeter than normal. He saw steam coming from the hair tool you were using, too, and his eyes narrowed. 

“Party. Jack’s,” you responded, looking over at him. He had just woken up from his second nap of the day. He’d gotten back from filming possibly the most action-filled movie he could ever think of, and since then he’d been mostly nocturnal. 

“Oh. Let me know if you need me to come get you, I should be awake,” he shrugged as he reached for his toothbrush. “You look great, by the way. Be safe.” You turned to him as you shut off the hair tool and smiled. Tom was always so sweet to you - always willing to pick you up from parties, always taking your call even if he was in the middle of filming. You’d only met him through Harrison, but the two of you were closer than you ever thought you’d be. He just made you so happy. And until that night, so did your boyfriend of ten months, Jack. 

It was no secret that Tom hated him, though. There was always an excuse for him to not be there for you, even when Tom was. He would be working when you needed help with something, so Tom would do it. He said he was asleep the night you called him when you got in a car accident, so Tom came to be with you instead. It was a theme, and you deserved better. But Jack was such a sweet-talker that you didn’t even recognize when he was manipulating you. So, yeah. Tom hated the guy. 

You finished up in the bathroom and exited through the door that was attached to your room, just as Tom exited toward his room. You mumbled a goodbye and got your shoes on, then called a car to take you over to Jack’s. 

Quite honestly, Tom fell asleep halfway through a cutscene in his video game. He wasn’t really all that worried about you - you always went to parties at Jack’s and you always came home, safe and sound, even if it was the next morning. But he woke with a start, feeling as his phone vibrated against where he’d laid it in his sweatshirt pocket. Your contact picture lit up the screen, causing him to squint before turning down the brightness. He just barely missed the call, enough to see on his lock screen that you’d called twice already. 

He unlocked the phone to see that you’d left him two obviously drunk texts - one that said Tommyyyy come party! and another that said Comgin hmeo son, forgot my kye!! The latter of which had been two hours ago. He sighed and tried to look at your location on the map, but it was off for some reason. He called you, again, and you answered on the third ring. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” He asked in an obviously concerned voice. His concern got worse when you didn’t answer him right away - instead he stood up in the empty living room and eyed a pair of his brother’s shoes in the corner. 

“Tommy?” You cried. He stopped dead in his tracks, worry filling his stomach. 

“Hey, it’s me, what’s wrong?” 

“He cheated on me,” you sniffled. “I walked in to his room to go to bed ‘cause there’s a surge on Uber and I didn’t want to pay that much, but I knew you were busy, but he was in there with Jessica. Fucking Jessica. Fuck, Tom, I knew he was cheating on me.” 

“Where are you now?” He asked, walking into the kitchen to find his keys. Or anyone’s keys, really. 

“I’m on the front porch.” You hiccuped. You were still drunk. Drunk enough not to react to what Jack was doing and walk out the door instead. Tom found his car keys and ran out to the parking pad, trying to fight the anger that was building up inside of him. He imagined you felt probably the same way, only a lot more heartbroken. Tom was heartbroken, but for you. For the fact that this guy had fucked up not only his chances with you, but that he’d betrayed your trust and you would never be the same way again. But he was angry as hell, too, that anyone would have the nerve to hurt you like that. 

“I’m on my way, okay?” He said as he started up the car. 

“Okay. I’ll be here.” You hiccuped again, and then slid your finger on your screen until the call hung up. The party was still going on behind you, but you couldn’t care less. You were freezing cold, first of all, in your lack of clothes. Your makeup was running all over your face. Your phone was on four percent, and you weren’t sure if you even wanted it on at all. The music was blaring in Jack’s house, or his parents’ house that he just rented from them. Everyone inside was none the wiser, or didn’t care, about what had just happened. Finally Tom’s car pulled up and you stood, wobbly on your feet, watching as he got out. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re freezing,” he said as he walked forward, pulling off his jacket and throwing it over you. He put a hand on your head to make sure you wouldn’t hit it as you got in the car, shut the door behind you, and walked to the other side. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled as he sat down, shutting his own door. The silence in the car settled for a moment before he reached his hand over to yours and took your shaking fingers. 

“Let’s get you home.” You nodded and kept holding his hand, not able to bring yourself to let go. You were over your crying for the most part, but you had a feeling you’d never forget the image of your now ex-boyfriend and his fling. You were silent for most of the drive, and then as Tom pulled back into the driveway he repeated the same motion to get you out of the car. 

“Alright. I’m gonna fix you something to eat, okay? How does breakfast sound?” You nodded a little bit, walking over to the kitchen island to sit down. He went to the fridge and got you some cold water, setting it in front of you as he started making a single cup of coffee. He handed it to you as it was done, then started to get out a pan as quietly as he could. You watched as he made you food in silence, then put the plate of eggs and bacon in front of you. 

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You asked him. 

“Because,” he shrugged. “You’re one of my best friends. You got your heart stomped on, and you need to sober up before you remember everything and get sick because of it.”

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience,” you noted. 

“I am.” He acted like it was nothing to him, but he had remembered how he felt when his ex cheated on him. He’d felt like absolute scum, like it was his fault, even though he’d done nothing but love that girl as hard as he could have. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. Wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Just eat up, alright?” You nodded and finished eating as he took your phone upstairs, partially to plug it in and partially to hide it from your sight. Even though it was on one percent, he looked at the lock screen. Your ex hadn’t even cared enough to call you about it. What the fuck, he thought? Who could do that to you? 

“You done?” He asked as he watched you push the empty plate forward. You nodded, laying your head on top of your elbows on the table. He could smell alcohol in your hair, and so could you. You were becoming increasingly aware of what happened, too, but it hadn’t quite hit you yet. Nothing had hit you yet, and you weren’t sure you wanted it to. 

“I’m probably gonna sleep on the couch tonight,” you decided as you eyed the stairs. Yeah, there was no way that was happening. The thought made Tom laugh a little bit, but he wasn’t about to let you stay alone. 

“Do you mind if I keep you company? We can have a sleepover,” he said. He moved his hand to jokingly poke yours, trying to get a smile out of you. You didn’t feel much like smiling, but you nodded. 

“I’d like that.” He smiled. 

“Alright. I’ll be back in, like, five minutes. Go get something out of the laundry so you don’t smell like alcohol.” You nodded and stood up, walking over to the laundry room. You found a pair of your underwear that was drying and one of Tom’s exceptionally long sweatshirts and threw it on, sniffling. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked absolutely, positively wrecked. Tom appeared behind you, probably to make sure you were okay, and he paused in the doorway with a sigh. 

“I look awful,” you sniffled. 

“You’ve been through a traumatizing experience, you’re allowed to look awful. If you did. But you don’t. You never look awful.” He tried to cheer you up, but it didn’t quite work. 

“Thank you, Thomas, but I’m drunk and I can’t even walk up the stairs, I’m not boyfriend-less, and now you’re having a sleepover with me out of pity.” He scoffed.

“So you think pity’s the reason? You really hate me that much?” You rolled your eyes and stumbled back into the living room, where Tom had pulled out the part of the couch that had a built-in ottoman, basically making it a bed. It wouldn’t be the first time you and Tom had shared a bed-like surface. 

“Where’s my phone?” You asked, not seeing it on the coffee table next to Tom’s. 

“Hiding it. I don’t want you looking every five seconds to see if that ass has said anything. If I’d have known your passcode I would have blocked him.”

“He’s just gonna come to the house, then.”

“And he’s not seeing you. I’ll come out in a hazmat suit and give him all of his stuff.” 

“Why are you being so protective of me?” You asked as Tom turned on the TV, knowing that you needed it on to sleep properly. He got into the mess of blankets beside you, moving the pillow from his bed over to your side. 

“You have to stop assuming that there’s a reason I’m doing these things. What if I’m just doing something to make you feel better? What if I’m doing these things because I think you deserve better than him but I know that you don’t get that?” You shrugged and laid your head against the pillow, realizing that it was going to be covered in mascara. 

“Maybe I don’t. Deserve better. I mean, I had to have done something to make him not want me anymore, or want someone else over me.”

“You did nothing wrong!” He insisted, moving the joystick on the video game controller until he navigated to your favorite show. “Anyone that cheats on you is just... stupid, frankly. If I had you, I would do everything in my power not to mess it up.” He sounded so casual when he said it, but you could tell he was lying. He was a fantastic actor. But one of the worst liars you’d ever met. He always had a hollow voice when he lied, and this was no exception. But you were almost asleep, half from the exhaustion of crying and half from the alcohol. 

“If I were yours, Tommy?” You said sleepily. “I would be the luckiest girl in the world.” You turned around so that your back was facing his chest, just a few inches away from touching him, and fell asleep. 

The next morning you woke up turned the other way, using his arm as a pillow, and of course there was dried drool on the pillow too. Gross. You felt ridiculously safe beside him, thinking at first it was your boyfriend. And then you realized it was tom. You realized you didn’t have a boyfriend, not anymore, at least. You pulled the comforter off of yourself upon realizing what a mess you’d made of things. Of everything. You’d maybe just ruined your friendship with Tom, too, because you’d acted like a baby who couldn’t take care of yourself. 

You stood in the mirror of your shared bathroom, looking at your makeup on the vanity before what was left of it on your face. And you hated everything. Maybe your looks were why Jack cheated. Maybe you weren’t wearing the right makeup and he thought you looked ugly. Maybe... You shook it off and started the shower. 

When you were completely cleaned off, skin irritated from rubbing, hair dripping wet, you went back into your bedroom. You checked your plugged-in phone to see that Jack hadn’t even tried to call you. Not once. Jessica had tried to DM you, though, multiple times. You just deleted the request and went on with your life. A figure appeared in the door and you wiped away the tears forming in your eyes with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. 

“Hey, I saw you slept in the den, you didn’t get sick did you?” Harrison asked as he walked through the hallway. “Because I had to clean it up last time while you were still dying and I’m not doing it again.” 

“No, I wasn’t sick,” you said quietly. Enough to where he cocked his head and noticed that you were upset.

“What happened?”

“I screwed things up. Royally. With everyone. I walked in on Jack cheating, I cried all over Tom all night, made it sound like I’m in love with him and probably confused the shit out of him, and...”

“You’ve been in love with Tom the moment you saw him. Absolutely everyone knows that. I’m sorry that Jack cheated on you, but maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe you and Tom can...” 

“He doesn’t want me like that. Trust me.”

“No, trust me. He does.” You walked toward the door and shut it in Harrison’s face, not meaning to be rude. You just needed a little bit of time to figure things out. And you thought you had time for a few seconds, until something overturned in the bathroom and Tom gave you a bit of nervous laughter. 

“How much did you hear?” You asked as your face started to heat up. 

“Almost all of it,” Tom said. “But...” 

“But nothing, Tom. I just keep screwing everything up, with everybody,” you said more to yourself than him, walking over to your bed and putting your tired face in your hands that still smelled like your shower gel. 

“You’re not screwing anything up,” he shrugged, following you into your room. “To be honest, I do like you. A lot. But I kind of resigned myself to the fact that it was never gonna happen when you started dating Jack. And then he started treating you like absolute shit and it was almost like I thought I could save you from him, or something, or make it hurt less when you got hurt. But now that we’re here... It would be a div move to ask you out or something right now, wouldn’t it?” He laughed a little bit, scratching at his hair that was all messy from the way he’d slept. 

“I like you too.” You brushed your shoulder against his, feeling a kind of spark, almost, that you’d never felt with Jack. “And you didn’t have to be there for me last night, but you were. And that says a lot more than the fact that Jack hasn’t even bothered to call and Jessica’s only tried to DM me. Could we maybe just... take things a little slow? Like, really slow? Like, friends who really like each other, until maybe I don’t cry seeing a pair of his shoes in the corner of my room like I’m about to right now?” Tom got up, picking up Jack’s pair of Nikes that were in the corner of the room beside a pair of yours. He threw them out the door before returning to you and offering an arm. You felt all of the tension and stress leave your body when it was surrounded by his, and you shut your eyes and counted until it was too long. 

“How about I get some clothes on and we can go to that breakfast place you like. I’ll even buy you a mimosa. Or two.”

“I don’t think I should drink right now, but I love the offer. Give me five minutes to dry my hair.” You laughed a little bit and stood up, watching as he left the room. Your smile didn’t fade from your face until you thought about Jack again. In fact, every time you saw Tom it was like the sunshine took over and the hills too big to climb on your own were suddenly a little bit smaller. Yeah, you thought. You could be happy with Tom. Very happy. 

[brazenautomaton]

Fixing Afterlives: The Maw, First Visit

So our Shadowlands journey starts with the Maw. You know what? People hate this scenario now because you can’t skip it and have to go through it on every character, but the first time through, this is actually really good. You’re kicking in the gates of Hell with a platoon of Death Knights and then everything goes tits-up and you don’t have a beachhead and you’re lost and wandering and there are awful, awful things everywhere and you’re hiding and isolated and need to learn how to escape. You just need the option to skip it on your alts.

Plus the aesthetics of the Maw are great. They sell what it is -- the hostile architecture, sinister crystal formations, the way everything seems swept and shaped by a windstream of souls. We’ve seen plenty of environments that look like a Hell of flames. This is a Hell of pure suffering. Pain is what lives here. Pain is all that enters and pain is all that is produced. It’s only after you went farming Stygia for a while that the pain gets inflicted on you.

So we assemble the crew, get the exposition while we put together the Helm of Domination, get given a portal stone to establish a beachhead, and we bust in to find the four captives: Anduin, Jaina, Baine, Thrall. We rally the Death Knights into enough of a formation to make it in and find the evidence of Jaina, and I like that, I like how you track her by the huge formations of ice -- it shows you her power and the mark she leaves. Finding her is mostly the same although her dialogue is less generic and content-free (from now on assume I apply this caveat to all dialogue). She’s more confused and disoriented and even though she’s fighting it’s with a resignation that she knows it won’t work and she’s starting to think she’s only hurting herself by trying. She acts like she has been there for years. But you say you and the DKs are here to save her and she follows against her better judgment and agrees to try and find Thrall, who she struggles to remember, but seems to be trying very hard to be able to remember.

Then the Mawsworn Kyrian show up and laugh about her hopelessness, and you fight them. And they kill the shit out of you. 

More and more and more of them keep coming and they’re level 60 when you’re level 50 and if you do some bullshit to survive eventually one of them will grab you by the neck to Silence you, lift you into the air, and do the ol’ Val’Kyr Special and fatally drop you. You unavoidably die.

This is necessary early to establish what dying in the Shadowlands means. Play a special graphic effect when the player dies, something more drawn out and grasping. Play a sound effect appropriate to race/gender of the PC of them struggling against great pain and gasping. Then you appear next to a Spirit Healer (yes normally in the Maw you just respawn alive so you have to pick up your Stygia like in Dark Souls, we’ll explain the discrepancy later), a Mawsworn Spirit Healer, who says “No. Your suffering will not end. The Maw claims you.” and then starts to chase you the fuck down with a bunch of shades. You need to run, as a ghost, to claw your way back into your body. Obviously, if the shades catch you, you get dragged back to the start and the Spirit Healer fucks with you a bit. 

Your body has been dragged over to the area where Jaina and the rest are hiding; they fled while you were being merced. Jaina sees you stir. And she says “I’m sorry, champion. Death is no respite here. It is so hard to fight the pull… I struggle to even remember my body when I try to return.”

Jaina has been brutally killed over a dozen times. This is not her first rodeo. This is not her first escape attempt. This is not the first time she’s killed that particular Mawsworn tormenter whose name I don’t recall. It doesn’t end. It never ends. She doesn’t know why she tries any more, when she knows it will fail and she will die and suffer and claw her way back to her flesh and every time it gets harder and harder. All it buys her is the ability to offer futile resistance and maybe that isn’t even worth it.

Mood: established.

From there it goes mostly the same. You try to pump the shades for info about how to escape and they don’t know, they can’t know, they can’t even want to escape. The info you get is a memory of spitefully hating someone who fled to the waystone. You rescue your buddies. You see the Jailer fuck up Baine, only instead of giving him a spirit poison, he fucking snaps the dude like a Kit-Kat and drops his lifeless corpse, and you drag it to safety. You don’t need to find a poison dagger to counteract the spirit poison; you need to keep him safe and clear a path for his spirit to flee back to his body. Thus reinforcing what the danger here is and how it’s different and what they fear.

And while you do this, at some point, you run into Sylvanas. Maybe she just walks up to you while you’re all collected around Baine trying to help him revive. Since the Jailer won’t be saying “it’s not like you won anything b-b-baka, it was just a temporary setback,” you need to establish that feeling that he views your victories as completely meaningless. Sylvanas knows you’re here saving Baine. So does the Jailer. It does not matter. You cannot accomplish anything. 

Thrall kills her dead. She just gets back up. She has an escort for her soul to go back to her body. “How many times are you going to try that before you learn it’s futile? Come now, Thrall. I know you’re smarter than this. I know you respected me more than this.”

And then stuff like “How could you do this, Sylvanas? How could you betray the Horde?” Thrall is incredibly angry and offended at her. He thought he knew her. “Neither of us had any illusions you were not a monster, Banshee Queen. But I trusted you anyway because I knew you wanted what was best for your people. You were a monster, but a loyal one. How can you now turn your back on what little principle you had?” Sylvanas is hurt by this, but she doesn’t linger on it.

Jaina, however, is desperately trying to flatter her. Do this to sell the kind of impact this has had on Jaina, and what this suffering drives her to. “Please, Sylvanas. I know you were my enemy but you were an honorable one. It isn’t too late. Someone as cunning as you must know that this will end in ruin. I promise… I promise… I will surrender if you let me return. Kul Tiras will become servants of the Forsaken. Just, just let them live… please, you could rule our world, not slaughter it…”

Jaina breaks down in tears. Yes, she just tried to surrender her people to the enemy for mercy. Jaina is breaking. All of them will. The Maw is a Bad Place and makes them give up hope. That’s how we sell the threat. Not by making the enemies bigger or spikier, showing how they have broken these heroes. Less screaming anger. More pain.

Sylvanas scoffs at her offer. “It doesn’t matter where your people’s loyalty lies, Lord Admiral.” And then she says the phrase that will become a motif: “Nobody escapes the Maw.” She leaves. She doesn’t care what you do. It doesn’t matter.

But you have to still hold on to that sliver of hope that maybe the waystone is a way out. So you get Baine up and you sneak past this big-ass Maw army that can fuck 31 flavors of your day up. The jailer notices you and sends out a force to stop you at the waystone, and he repeats the phrase when he sends out the order: “Nobody escapes the Maw.”

So there’s the event, you fight off the army while the waystone charges, the army gets bigger and bigger, the charge meter gets stuck at 90%, you go to kick it and it teleports you to Oribos.

The mob descends on the other captives. Sylvanas and the Jailer look completely unconcerned with your escape. After having clearly seen you physically leave the Maw, Sylvanas brushes it off with “Nobody escapes the Maw.” Dun-DUNNN! Cutscene end.

You appear in Oribos. The Protectors stop you because you stink like the Maw and what the hell dude, yada yada. This is when you get a tour of the city, here’s the profession trainers, the bank, the transmog. Only secondary details need to be changed here. One, this is an instanced version of the city where no other players exist (you are the first one there, nobody else is). Two, Lich King Bolvar (hashtag #notmylichking) arrives from Azeroth and says SOMETHING to justify other players coming from the Maw but being less important than you. Something like, he saw what you did, there are other adventurers from Azeroth still in the Maw, his DKs are hunkering down in defensive positions and will try to make their way to the Waystone once it cools off because you already activated it, since you are the more special one, and there might be a chance that a couple others might have an echo of your power because they have had similar adventures. You are the True Maw Walker, and the context of the massively multiplayer element is “for your story, all those other guys have shitty Maw Walker powers that only work once you opened the pickle jar for them.” They can’t bring passengers, either.

Third, not the most importantly but yes the most importantly, if you are Forsaken or a Death Knight or Mechagnome or whatever you get a special dialogue where you say “Why do you keep calling me a ‘living mortal’? I’m not alive. I’m undead / a machine / maybe something else like maybe I missed the fact that vulpera are made of rocks and string.”

So Tal-Inara or whoever can be like “Oh, THAT’S what that is. Something was odd about you, mortal, that I couldn’t quite place. I call you ‘living’ because your soul is still tethered to a body. To us in the Shadowlands, to be bound in a vessel like this is far more important than the nature of the vessel itself.” That’s why people keep calling you “living”, to them you’re easy to mistake for one.

Kyrian in the Maw is disturbing news, and also WEIRD, because as Tal-Inara reminds us, “Nobody escapes the Maw.” Why would the Kyrian go down there when they can’t come back? It is terrible but not unheard of for mortals to try and speak to the Jailer but they never GO there because they can’t get out. And yet Sylvanas just walked in there? And he is mustering armies? Better go to Bastion and find out what is up. Let’s crank open this gateway, and...

[catscraftsandcommentary]

thoughts on tiny!Steve/werewolf!Bucky shrunkyclunky AU

Because I’m too fucking lazy to actually type it into a proper fic and edit it and do all the fancy-ness that it would take to, y’know, make it a properly written story.

SO

Vaguely fantasy/colonial setting, somewhere with lots of forests. Steve lives in a small town called - of course - Brooklyn, with best friend Peggy (local beauty and hell on heels.) Also with various non-friends Rumlow (sheriff), Rumlow’s minions, Alexander Pierce (mayor/governor of the area), and various townsfolk. Who often don’t like Steve because he’s constantly poor, constantly sick, constantly fighting and/or preaching about how their normal behavior is terrible.

Peggy thinks he’s great. Rumlow, who wants Peggy, despises him.

So at some point, Steve does something to piss Rumlow off more than usual. For a while, I thought about “stopping Rumlow when he won’t take ‘no’ from a girl at the local tavern and Steve reads him the riot act/starts a fight with him (these are pretty much the same thing, lbr.) BUT, sudden better idea, Rumlow comes up with some new, ridiculous plot to get Peggy to change her mind about him (never gonna happen, bro), but Steve ruins it somehow.

Like Rumlow commissions something for Peggy (clothing? art? jewelry?), but then extorts the artist to get out of paying, and Steve, who is PISSED, tells Peggy, who refuses the gift very publicly AND calls Rumlow a thief, extortionist, etc.

Hell. On. Heels.

So Rumlow immediately blames all his problems on Steve, and sentences him to banishment, permanent, on penalty of death. If he’s not out of town by sunrise, Rumlow will be glad to skip the wait.

Except oh yeah, Rumlow and the bros are going hunting tomorrow, leaving at dawn, so they’ll have to check in that Steve’s gone - and that Peggy isn’t hiding him - before dawn, so, y’know, he might want to get moving. 

Cutscene to Peggy’s house, where she’s trying to talk Steve out of a suicidal second confrontation with Rumlow, or a more political confrontation through Pierce (who did, after all, appoint the bastard), or whatever other dumbass, noble idea he comes up with. She makes him pack a bag (or more likely, packs one for him), and tells him to go straight into the spooky old-growth forest a ways from town. Not the nice, civilized woods where Rumlow et al usually hunt, or along one of the roads to one of the other towns, but 

“You head straight into the heart of that forest, Steve, because so help me, that is the only way you’ll be safe from him. And if you see any wolves - hell, if you hear any wolves - you say that Margaret Elizabeth sent you with a message for Natalia of the White Wolf’s pack. And that message is pay your debt.”

And no, she does not explain any of that to Steve before she bundles him out of her house and on the path to the forest road.

Oh, did I mention that, according to general knowledge in this AU, magic isn’t real, except for maybe small good luck charms and similar. Which plenty of people still scoff at. So telling Steve to talk to wolves is...suspicious.

Second aside, a while back, Peggy saved Natalia from an angry mob, took her family’s home, let her recover in her own bed, and then accidentally fell in love with her. Oops. Before, of course, Natalia had to return to her own pack. Now they have a secret on-again, off-again romance. (I haven’t thought about WHY Peggy didn’t just run away with Natalia immediately, other than it wouldn’t work for my story. Shh.) And of course, Natalia promised to someday do the same for Peggy.

Cutscene to forest, next morning!

Bucky and his wolf buddies are out cruising the forest, as you do, when they sense a Disturbance In the Forest *cough force cough* and decide to check it out. Upon smelling some humans they’ve collectively termed “those fuckers,” they decide to fulfill the threat they issued at their last meeting and be done with the problem.

Namely, they gave Rumlow and his crew the same ultimatum that he’d given Steve, except that Rumlow had a history of terrorizing and killing everything (and everyone) in the forest, whereas Steve just wanted to protect people.

They herd the horses and hunting dogs to the edge of the forest near the town, leave the bodies in a pile, and are ready to continue on, except...there’s still one human somewhere in the forest. And these shitty scumbags had been following their trail. Time to figure out what’s up.

They reach the edge of a clearing, and all the wolves sort of melt out of the undergrowth at the edges, while Bucky, in his big fucking white wolf form walks out to the edge, transforms, and then stalks out in his best Murder Strut (TM).

And yes, this is “built like a brick shithouse” Bucky from Civil War, and yes, he is entirely naked, and still covered in blood, so Steve’s brain goes immediately offline.

Steve backs up until his back hits a large tree, waving a large knife at this seriously threatening (but hot) impossible fucking being, because werewolves do not exist. Right?

Right?!?

Bucky just casually pins Steve’s arms over his head, disarms Steve and tosses the knife away (without even looking where he tosses it, which Steve finds inexplicably really hot), and leans in to smell him.

Now, when Bucky reached the clearing, he recognized from the scent that this was a potential mate for him - and possibly a very strong mate too. Mates, in their world, are more “you are compatible with this person” than “this is the only person you can ever love EVER” and the strength of the potential bond can vary as well. (Just like some relationships are stronger than others.) But basically, Bucky realizes that whoever’s in the clearing, they could be good together. They could be goddamn AMAZING. And yeah, he wants to smell some more of that.

Steve is...more than a little overwhelmed by suddenly having a giant wolf turn into the hottest man he’s ever seen, who’s now pinning him to a tree and huffing him, but he does manage “Natalia.”

At which Bucky choke-grunts. The fuck?

“I have a message for Natalia. In the white wolf’s pack. From Peg-from Margaret Elizabeth.”

Vaguely grumpy at not getting to nose up his mate, but also very curious as to where this is going, (because how does this tiny gorgeous human know his second or her mate? Yes, Natalia is Bucky’s second-in-command), Bucky finally lifts his head. “I am the White Wolf, and I speak for Natalia. What is her message?”

Steve stares up the man towering over him and snarls, “Pay. Your. Debt.”

Bucky grins, slow and wicked. “Gladly. But not here.” He steps back, lowing Steve’s arms, and then...somehow, suddenly, Steve’s arms are around his shoulders, his legs are lifted around his waist, and Bucky is cradling Steve to his chest while telling his pack “bring his things.”

And then everyone is racing through the forest, faster than Steve has ever seen anyone move before and what the fuck did Peggy get him into?

After an hour or two of running (being carried) through the forest, Steve finally puts his head down on White Wolf’s shoulder, tucks his face into his neck, and tries to rest. He didn’t get any sleep, he spent the whole night hiking through dark, unfamiliar forest, he’s pretty sure he can stop worrying about Rumlow hunting him down - in the most literal sense, yikes - he’s tired.

Also, being carried is kind of soothing. There’s a rhythm to it. And wolfman smells nice. Mm...

Bucky is perfectly happy to have his newly-found mate fall asleep in his arms, and he’s very loathe to put him down once the pack reaches their den. (I still can’t decide what I want the den complex to look like. A castle? A big house? A fort? Maybe it’s a cave system that has been smoothed out and built into like hobbit holes. Or the Holds and Weyrs from Pern.)

But he finally decides to lay Steve down, feather-soft, into his own bed and tuck him in warmly. After all, Natalia vowed to repay Margaret in kind for what she’d done to help her, and part of that had been sharing her bed. There are guest rooms, but they’re so far away. This is closer. Warmer. More convenient. Better for his mate. And he’ll explain everything as soon as he wakes.

Steve does wake up and demand all the details EVER, as well as actually meeting Natalia and hearing how she knows Peggy (to make sure that this “white wolf” isn’t making shit up). Bucky gladly complies. Natalia is more salty about it, but she deals.

Then Bucky commences doting on his new mate. While trying not to come on too strong. Mostly failing. He...may have left out the bit about being able to smell that they’re mates. So he’s just trying to keep Steve interested enough in werewolf life/forest life to stay there and not, say, ask to go back to the human world (or back to his town even) since Rumlow and his men are dead.

Steve finds everything fascinating, and since Bucky always responds immediately to his cues - verbal and nonverbal! - he doesn’t have a problem being wooed. He might even, actually, like to be wooed a bit faster. Or more carnally. Not that he knows how to hint that.

Peggy eventually shows up sometime and is cute with Natalia, aka Natasha.

Steve slowly settles into life as the Kept Human Boy of the most badass werewolf alpha ever, who loves his tiny feral little mate and WILL tear your throat out if you even look at him funny.

[lorablackmane]

Here is my NSR oc, Larenza/Lore! Larenza can be found in Natura and is a New Age artist, but will transfer to Dream Fever after battling B2J and has started to transition to the music they’ve always wanted to truly play - Dreampop. And b4 you ask Dream Lore is absolutely supposed to look like a sparkly 1st oc. DL is basically the product of a person experimenting to find themselves and what they like for the first time. You can read about their boss battle under the cut! 

(note that they’re referred to as ‘she/her’ for a good portion of it. This is completely intentional as their story represents the issue of hiding and changing yourself into what someone wants you to be instead of being true to who you are, even little things that are fun for you that don’t hurt anyone. Those people who tell you they want to help you, but they want you to listen to everything they say, do what they want you to do, even if that’s not something you can do - even if that’ll force you to be someone you’re not. So instead of going by what they want to be referred to as everyone knows them as she and the name the manager choose for them. so if you’d like to skip over that. I’ll be showing how they look a bit after the battle too, when they’ve found their style, at a later date along w/ their records!)

Larenza is found in a giant, spa like place where people are relaxing in the halls and you can hear her over the speakers scattered throughout. Her stage isn’t really a stage, it’s basically the hub room of the building where she’s standing, her eyes pointed away from everything. She doesn’t even know B2J has entered until Mayday calls out to her, and shyly starts to ask if the band would be willing to leave peacefully when her manager stops her and yells over her that she won’t go down without a fight!

And so the battle starts. Her singing is soft still and she mostly dodges, trying to lull them into such a calm state that B2J won’t fight her. As the fight continues Larenza’s soft, continuous singing becomes shrill and occasionally you start to hear cuts of something that sounds... rockish. Her speech starts to unravel, calling things by odd names (calling things like speakers, 'voice throwers,' before quickly correcting herself), she starts to shrink, and the music suffers a break each time her manager yells.

Halfway through the fight the area comes crashing down due to the manager butting into the fight, causing everyone except the bands - including the manager - to run away, and Mayday hits a light. It barely misses Larenza and chops half of Larenza’s hair off, causing her to freak out more and her song to come crashing down, and you get the 1st record - turning a soft, sunset colored record which depicts Larenza sitting on a golden sun into Mayday and Zuke erupting from the sphere - making the team think they've won. Until Larenza starts screaming about the team ruining everything before suddenly going calm and signing if they want to be like that then fine! 

They storm over to the microphone, ignoring the manager who is telling her to stop, breaks open the stand and pulls out... a pair of pink and blue drum sticks.  You now fight L against their true song type - dreampop. The entire stage, one a calm place filled with warm lighting and long curtains now takes on a nightmare-like feel as her playing fills the stadium with storm clouds and odd music that’s incredibly chaotic and sporadic, sounding nothing like the New Age music. This act has absolutely no vocals, in fact L focus exclusively on their playing - switching from cloud drums to guitars to fight B2J.

Defeating this version doesn’t reward you with the 2nd record immediately. It’s only after the final cutscene you get it. When you defeat them they come crashing down, finally shrinking to the size of about Mayday. Before B2J can say anything the manager storms over, yelling at L about how he thought she had given up that weird rock crap, how she had completely ruined their place, if she had listened to him she would have won-

Mayday yells at him that it was because of his antics the stage came crashing down, he can’t blame her for that. He opens his mouth to yell at her when L mutters something. He turns back to her and rolls his eyes, telling her that she isn’t singing so she can fucking speak up-

And gets a guitar to the skull for it. They look angry as they do it before suddenly looking tired. They sign out they’re done, and start to walk away. He calls out to them, using the name he choose for her as he tells her to stop. They stop for a moment, just long enough to sign that their name isn’t Larenza (by signing not then ‘L’ and pencil, symbolizing the quill under Larenza), and they’re leaving. 

He tells her she only made it through with his guidance, that she’ll never make it as far as she did before without him, and they just... shrug. Their footsteps echo as they leave the room and B2J follows them, leaving the manager behind.

The scene changes to them outside the ruined spa like place, with L sitting down on the steps and looking at their drumsticks. Mayday and Zuke sit down next to them and ask what they’ll do now. They just shrug again, and open their mouth to say something...

But nothing comes out. Mayday panics and asks if B2J hurt their voice somehow during the last fight, but they shake their head and pull out a notepad, writing that sometimes they just can’t speak. They say they think they’ll be moving back to Dream Fever now that they’re no longer tied to their manager, and then they’ll decide what they want to do.

Mayday asks if they want to join them on their rock revolution considering the moves they saw in the crumbling building and they say no before getting up and walking away, signing thanks. Mayday opens her mouth to ask why when Zuke puts a hand on her shoulder and says to let them be, they probably want to figure out what they perform for now before they perform again. She lets out a sigh before recognizing he’s right and yelling goodbye to L.

They wave goodbye to B2J, who wave back and continue to on their rock revolution.

Their second record has them playing a guitar and clouds coming from the strings, and Mayday and Zuke are laying on clouds above them.

[kokobussy]

Untitled 2 - Baekhyun Smut

Ahh thanks for the request! I really appreciate it. I’m sorry this one took so long. I’m balancing school, an internship, a part-time job so I’ve been MIA for a bit, but it’s finally here!

Warning: Smut, Oppa kink, Spanking, Barebacking

Honestly, you can’t even remember what you said to make him this angry, this pouty. You think it was some stupid joke about Baekhyun’s height or how he lost the match to Minseok who doesn’t even play video games, or maybe it’s the fact that you refuse to call him “Oppa” despite his insistence over the few months you’ve been dating. Even though you’re only a few hours younger than Baekhyun, separated by time zones and pure chance, he still lords the fact that he’s technically older over you. If you asked him a question about something, anything, he’d coo and pinch your cheeks while talking about much older he is and therefore wiser. If you couldn’t manage to open a jar or reach something on a top shelf, Baekhyun would pat your head and assist you even though he’s only a few inches taller than you himself. If you’re out with friends at a bar and you get carded, Baekhyun calls you a baby and demands that you act “cute” for the rest of the night. Your boyfriend makes sure to rub the fact that you’re younger in your face every single chance he gets. Is it incredibly annoying? Definitely. Is it incredibly annoying but also endearing and sweet? No. No, it isn’t. So because Baekhyun does this, you refuse to call him Oppa or anything close to that. You call him “Baek” or “Babe”, blaming your foreignness on your refusal to use the word rather than the fact that you simply didn’t want to. Because he messed with you relentlessly, you messed with him, but maybe this time you took it too far or said a few jokes too many.

Regardless of what it is that initially made him upset, Baekhyun is uncharacteristically quiet now. You’re both playing Street Fighter with Minseok and Jongdae at the dorm. After running a series of errands and procrastinating on said errands before only completing one or two, you came to the dorm just as the sun fell. It’s well into the evening now, time spent with Baekhyun always went by so fast, and you’ve been refusing to teach Jongdae and Minseok the controls so they could stand a fighting chance. It might be cheating, it definitely is cheating, but watching Minseok fume with anger and Jongdae rant about the unfairness of it all is worth it. But now Baekhyun isn’t laughing at your jokes anymore or chiming in with Jongdae when he marvels about the graphics of this particular cutscene. He just sits there and stews in his anger without giving you a reason why. You nudge gently, looking at him in concern briefly, before shrugging it off. Baekhyun’s an adult and if he wants to tell you what’s wrong then he will eventually.

When the next match begins, you do your best to pull out every single combo in the book to absolutely annihilate Minseok this round. Just as you begin Blanka’s Shout of Earth, you can feel your boyfriend’s eyes on you. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue, but right in your peripheral, you can see that Baekhyun’s eyes are unmoving. After successfully landing a triple combo on Jongdae, you chance a look at your boyfriend and find a mischevious glint in his eye. Minseok and Jongdae proceed to tag team Baekhyun’s unmoving character like the assholes they are, but Baekhyun doesn’t care. He isn’t bothered in the slightest. There’s something about that mischief that makes you apprehensive, but also curious to find where it leads. At this point, a smile slowly begins to spread on his face as his idea festers and develops into something that you probably won’t be able to control. 

“What?” you ask as your fingers rapidly create combos you didn’t even know existed to take the two boys down. Baekhyun has the decency to wait until you singlehandedly kill Jongdae and Minseok, their yells of anguish and complaints filling the living room, before grabbing your wrist and pulling you off the couch along with him.

He doesn’t give a response or explain anything to his bandmates. Baekhyun just guides you to his room and promptly closes the door once you’re inside. Your eyebrows furrow as you watch him sit on the edge of his bed before looking up at you. “C’mere,” he says, patting his lap with a smile. Instinctively you walk over to your boyfriend, skepticism and trepidation evident in your steps, and stand between his spread legs. You don’t realize that the Playstation controller is still in your hand until Baekhyun gently takes it and tosses it on the floor. His fingers find their way to the waistband of your shorts, slowly tugging until you get the hint. Oh. It doesn’t take much effort. Your shorts and underwear are pooled around your feet in no time, but for some reason, you’re still on edge. If Baekhyun just wanted a quickie he would’ve said so. Albeit you’ve only been dating for a short period of time, but when he’s horny he’s pretty predictable. Giggles of a certain pitch, lingering hands, and a long “Baby~” in your ear let you know that he’s needy and just how needy he is. But there wasn’t any of that today. So you stand here in front of him, t-shirt hanging off your shoulder, waiting for his next move.

It’s all a blur from there.

You have no idea how he did it. Baekhyun musters strength you didn’t know he had to manhandle you over his lap. In your morbid curiosity you sort of just let him adjust you, your legs laying on the bed while your arms support your upper half on the other side. Your ass, bare, now lies perfectly in front of Baekhyun to ogle and fondle.

Except that’s not what he wants to do.

He doesn’t want to just touch you, to worship your body like he usually does. There’s an intent behind this action that you can’t entirely place until it’s happening. The first slap entirely catches you off guard, a yelp bubbling out of your mouth before you can catch it. Baekhyun hums to himself, taking the time to squeeze the supple flesh in front of him, and says, ”I know we’re still getting used to each other, but if this is gonna work you’re going to have to be respectful-” Respectful? You laugh a little too loudly, a little too pointedly, just to let him know how ridiculous you think he’s being. “Baek, get off of m-” 

A sharp pain bites at the back of your thighs at rapid speed. Just as you realize it’s there that the pain, so hot and quick, blossoms into a dull burning ache. “Let’s try this again,” you can hear the smile in his voice. “You’re going to count all the way up to ten. Hopefully, by then you’ll have learned your lesson. Be a good girl for me okay?”

Learn your lesson? You’re an adult, only a few hours younger than him, and yet here he is treating you like a child.  You had no idea Baekhyun had this in him or that you could ever want something like this. While your annoyance steadily grows into anger and indignation, you make no attempt to tell your boyfriend that you don’t like this or that you want to stop. Because it isn’t true. You don’t want to stop. You do like this even though it’s completely humiliating. In spite of liking it though, you still have to give Baekhyun a run for his money. It’s in your nature to give him a hard time with just about anything, just like it’s in his, but when you get up to face him, to playfully push your boyfriend and call him a nerd, he surprises you. Baekhyun grips your hair firmly to keep you in place and unleashes a few harsh slaps in succession. The sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room so loudly it’s almost deafening. You’re sure, absolutely positive now, that Jongdae and Minseok can hear the whole thing. 

Baekhyun sighs as if the entire thing is a major inconvenience to him. He rubs your slowly reddening cheeks absentmindedly as he says, mockingly woeful, ”Those didn’t even count.”

You try to wiggle out of his hold, albeit weakly, but every attempt at escaping is cut off. Every time you speak out to disrupt whatever rules have suddenly been enforced, every time you try to move and make things difficult, every time you tell him to go fuck himself, Baekhyun smacks your ass harshly. Each correction is harder and more painful than the last, and you’re not ashamed to admit that each correction feels better than the last. You whimper, grunt, and groan under Baekhyun’s efforts to get you to completely submit until your mind begins to grow fuzzy. You can feel the forceful and pointed push of Baekhyun’s cock through his joggers and into your hip from your place in his lap. You can also feel the way he gently grinds against you, eager to find some friction in all of this. 

“Just say it,” Baekhyun gasps as he thrusts particularly hard, ”We can’t do anything until you say it.”

From the force of his actions, you’ve shifted slightly away from Baekhyun’s lap so he pulls you back in. Just as Baekhyun grabs your thigh to maneuver you over, he feels a familiar wetness there. He runs a few fingers through your slit and takes the time to rub slow circles onto your swollen clit. You hate yourself for leaning into his touch; for giving in so easily, but you keep your mouth shut. Your resolve soon crumbles when Baekhyun’s circles become firmer. You moan into the sheets below you and grab at the sheets for support. Whether you intend to or not, your hips raise slightly to seek his fingers just as Baekhyun pulls away to admire his slick covered fingers. “Fuck, you’re soaking,” he mumbles, more to himself than you. He readjusts his grip on your hair as his other hand seeks where you need him most.

 Baekhyun slips a finger in incredibly easily, turning his palm down instinctively to search for your G-spot. This finger is soon accompanied by another as he builds a painfully slow rhythm that seems to be more for his own excitement than yours. While his fingers stretch you, prepare you for what’s to come, they do nothing for your pleasure. Although it satisfies your need for something, anything, to fill you, it’s not enough. As if picking up on your desperation and the fact that you’re near your breaking point, Baekhyun asks, “Don’t you want to feel good, baby?” His fingers firmly stroke that special bundle in you as he asks, ”Don’t you want Oppa to make you feel good?”

As your stomach grows hot from the tension, the small bursts of pleasure you’re receiving, you can barely think logically anymore. All you can think about, all you can focus on is Baekhyun’s cock pressing against you and how much you need it. Whether that’s in your mouth or balls deep in your pussy doesn’t really matter at this point. All you want to is to feel good and if you have to deal with Baekhyun embarrassing you after all this is over then maybe, just maybe, it’s worth it.

“Oppa.”

Baekhyun stupidly perks up almost immediately and loosens the grip in your hair once he realizes he has you. He doesn’t push you to say it again nor does he stall any further. This is as much as he’s gonna get from you and he’s grateful for it. You can hear that smile in his voice again as he says, ”Good job, baby. We’re gonna start now okay?” All of this and you still haven’t started yet.

Despite your cooperation, the first smack isn’t softer than the last; in fact, it matches the same urgency and bite as the last one. “One, Oppa,” you whimper out into the sheets, almost hissing with an effort to stay still. Baekhyun’s hand meets your ass again with the same intensity; just as unforgiving as before. You blink back tears as wave after wave of pleasure and pain hit you in the best way. It goes on like this until everything goes fuzzy entirely until you don’t care about whether or not the boys hear you, until you’re crying into the sheets beneath you. While you’re not outright sobbing, your sniffles alarm your boyfriend to the point of him helping you sit up. Now, straddling his lap, Baekhyun can see your tears — now free — stream down your face. But he can also feel the heat of your soaking pussy through his joggers as you, almost unconsciously, grind against his cock gently.

Baekhyun pulls your hips closer, hips pistoning just as gently as yours, but still has half a mind to ensure that you’re alright. “You okay?” At a loss for words, you can only nod and hope that it’s enough assurance to convince your boyfriend that you’re indeed okay. You’re more than okay. You’ve never experienced pleasure like this in your life. Baekhyun takes in your tears, his face shifting from concern to barely muted pleasure, and bites his lip as his facade continues. He’s never seen you like this before, never seen you this desperate and wanting. Something about your tears of pleasure, the way your hips move in spite of those tears, make Baekhyun the hardest he’s ever been. “I know, I know,” he says as you straddle his lap and whimper at the proximity, 

”Oppa’s gonna make it all better.”

Baekhyun shucks off his hoodie, joggers, and briefs in record time before pulling you back into his lap. You’re too far gone, too concerned with your own pleasure, to hold yourself back from sitting on his cock the instant you feel it leaking against your skin. The feeling of being instantly full is almost too much. Not it’s definitely too much. You cum on his cock the minute he’s fully sheathed, a series of spasms and gasps as you hold onto him. Baekhyun groans as he holds onto your hips, grabbing your reddened cheeks with renewed vigor as you adjust to his size.

Your hips begin moving in tandem, soon finding a rhythm that suits you both. Your boyfriend grunts with effort to avoid slipping out of you altogether. Baekhyun can’t bother to lay you down or change it in any way. He grows addicted to the feeling of your pussy, bare and wet, wrapped around his cock like a vice and absolutely refuses to move. The resulting squelches of your slick and his precum along with your moans in his ear are enough to make him cum altogether, but he holds on. As you feel the curve of his cock hitting your G-spot, all you can think about is how good it feels and how much you don’t want this to end. Some primitive part of you can only focus on the ending result, Baekhyun cumming inside of you and in a way marking you as his. 

In the anticipation of that moment, you find yourself cumming again, wanton and insatiable as you piston your hips to seek another orgasm. But Baekhyun can only hold on for so long. He begins to lose rhythm from the sheer pleasure of it all. He can feel that hot coil in his lower tummy ready to spring and by the sound of it, you’ve had enough fun to hold you over. It’s his turn now.

“Oppa, please!”

Baekhyun doesn’t cum to the feeling of your sopping wet pussy gripping him like a vice. He doesn’t cum to your moans and whimpers, your mindless begging for Oppa. He cums to the feeling of your tears soaking his shirt as you cry and beg, absolutely stupid with bliss. He cums without any barrier or restriction, painting your walls white with his climax, and shudders as he holds you close. You can only whimper as you seemingly feel each rope of cum Baekhyun’s spent cock pumps out. It’s hot inside you, filling you in a way you’ve never felt before. 

When it’s all said and done, your boyfriend lies back on his bed and pulls you with him. You lay right on top of his chest and close your eyes in exhaustion as you listen to his heart race.  His softening cock slips out of you easily in this position and you briefly mourn the loss.

Baekhyun rubs your back softly as the two of you come down from your high. There aren’t any words. Nothing really needs to be said in this moment. Baekhyun expresses all he needs to through gentle caresses and soft kisses on your skin. You return the favor tiredly, kissing around his chest and leaning into his touches. But as you adjust to bury your face in the crook of Baekhyun’s neck, you feel something. You soon realize it’s Baekhyun’s cum making a reappearance, a few drops dripping out of your pussy and onto his tummy. Although it’s only a little bit, it’s enough to make you a little uncomfortable. The feeling is foreign and strange causing you to wiggle a bit in discomfort. 

But suddenly Baekhyun pins you to his chest, holding you against him purposefully so you can’t move at all. Because of this all you can focus on is the feeling of his cum slowly but surely spilling out of you. Baekhyun watches your face carefully, making sure to etch the entire scene into his memory for a later time. Even though his eyes never leave yours, you feel used and open in the best way. “Is there any more?” You nod. There wasn’t much to begin with, but there’s definitely some left. Baekhyun smiles and says,

“Keep it in for Oppa okay?”

After doing so well today, you don’t want to disappoint him. You try your hardest to clench down, you really do, but you’re far too tired to kegel. Another drop, the very last, spills and a sense of impending doom fills you. Maybe you didn’t try as hard as you could’ve, but Baekhyun doesn’t need to know that. Baekhyun actually has the nerve to look disappointed as if he could feel the difference in volume of the small puddle on his tummy.

“Oh, baby,” he sighs, ”Do I have to teach you another lesson?”

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I love your questionnaires... would you consider making a version for companion OCs? I have a few and fleshing them out is. hm. hard

Thank you very much! I’m glad you enjoyed my questionnaires. Unfortunately, I wrote them when I was deep into DA hyperfocus, and I don’t know when/if I’ll ever be that interested again to write new ones or finish the ones I started and abandoned

However, there is already a DA companion meme out there! I believe this is the source for it, so you can use that to help flesh out your ocs! There are little links that lead to other parts of the inquisitor companion meme in the original post as well.

I have a slightly more detailed version in my notes that I used for my inquisitor and warden (which I never finished and posted lol) so I’m adding that under the cut if the extra questions are any helpful. I’m keeping my answers in because some of the questions are little vague, so hopefully the answers help with how I intended them to be answered. Feel free to delete them to use for yourself, or use the shorter original one in the link!

Inquisitor’s Name: Phaedre Lavellan

Alternate Name?: Phaedre Athevera

Race, Class, & Specialization: Elven mage, specialized Rift Mage

Varric’s Nickname for them: Dewdrop

Default Tarot Card: Reverse Judgment (Self-doubt, refusal of self-examination)

How they are recruited:

After being snubbed by the templars at Val Royeaux, a cutscene with Josephine is available where she can speak of gaining more allies, specifically with non-human species (since the Chantry/humans are pretty much non-communicative). She’ll mention that a Dalish clan near the Emerald Graves has offered to meet with Inquisition forces and discuss possible benefits of an alliance. If the Inquisitor is Dalish, they will have the option of learning they are the Athevera clan, one of the largest Dalish clans in Fereldan/Orlais, and one of relative renown—their Keeper tends to lead the Arlathvhen,and mainly decides where the next one will be held.

Show interest in this option and the war table operation to unlock a special area will appear. It will take 2 power to complete with Connections. Fast travel there, and you will be immediately ambushed by local human soldiers—while the Dalish waited for the meeting, it seems the humans decided to drive them off, killing some in the process. Phaedre is the only one still alive, and the Inquisitor helps kill/drive off the human forces.

Afterwards, a cutscene will ensue with Phaedre introducing herself. She was part of the welcome group that was to escort the Inquisitor to the clan’s location to discuss alliance terms, but now that the humans have acted up it is very likely the clan has packed up and moved. Phaedre thanks the Inquisitor for helping her and with varying levels of enthusiasm will offer her services to the Inquisition, both as a mage and as a connection to the largest Dalish clan in Orlais (she will wholeheartedly help if the Inquisitor is Dalish, be neutral if the Inquisitor is dwarven, and be reluctant if the Inquisitor is human/Qunari, though this may be nullified if the Inquisitor is a mage—this enthusiasm level will determine her starting approval rate). If the Inquisitor agrees, Phaedre will join as a companion.

Where they are in Haven:

In Josephine’s office, next to Minaeve. If the Inquisitor waits, idle banter will sometimes appear where Phaedre speaks to Minaeve, either asking her about Minaeve’s research or arguing with her about the Dalish.

Where they are in Skyhold:

In the secret library beneath the war room, near the kitchens.

Things they Generally Approve of:

Asking for her input on anything will generally yield approval, as well as asking about Dalish history and/or magic. Showing support for mage freedom will garner great approval, as well as choices that help the helpless, even if (or especially if) it means the Inquisitor must give up something (ie charity, or taking on quests that do not have to be done). Being lenient in judgments and showing interest in learning new things/history will also gain her approval (ie, accepting quests that involve magic/rune gathering, reading certain codexes, etc.).

Things they Generally Disapprove of:

Supporting Templars/the Circle in any way, expressing hatred/fear of magic or mages, being harsh in judgment or refusing to help civilians/be rude to them (she will disapprove if you walk away from conversations with civilians, so watch out for that), asking for her opinion on the matter and then ignoring her advice, expressing disinterest in her stories and history, expressing distaste of elven culture.

***Depending on race, Phaedre will automatically be at a certain approval level (similar to how Dorian’s approval is automatically changed depending on if you sided with mages or Templars). She automatically Greatly Approves if you are an elf, Approves if you are a Dwarf, Slightly Disapproves if you are Qunari, and Greatly Disapproves if you are a human. She will also Approve if you are a mage (so add that on to whatever approval and disapproval already gained). It’s pretty easy to build a good relationship with her as long as you’re pro-mage, though, so it’s not too much of a detriment.

Mages, Templars, Other?:

Super pro-mage. She’s very sympathetic to the cause, and believes that while there definitely needs to be a checks and balance system it’s basically a system of oppression and abuse under Templars/Chantry. She actively fears Templars and will avoid them in the beginning, which she can reveal through conversation to be because she once witnessed a Templar group brutalize their mage charges as a child. She believes magic is a gift, not a curse, and the way the Chantry teaches mages to view their magic and themselves is despicable.

Friends in the Inquisition:

Solas: Phaedre takes on a bit of a mentor-mentee relationship with Solas, and their banter generally consists of her peppering him with questions about the Fade and of his journeys there. Later on, she will express interest in learning how to walk in the Fade as he does, so she can learn more about her lost history. However, several banters will appear where Solas derides the Dalish, and depending on whether or not her personal quest was completed, Phaedre will either uncomfortably change the subject or argue with Solas on the point.

Sera: Phaedre and Sera are BEST FRIENDS due to Phaedre’s initial reluctance to make herself seem contrary, and their similar ages. Their banter will consist of references to pranks they’ve pulled, inside jokes, gushing over girls (mainly Cassandra) and general goofing off—if neither Sera nor Phaedre are romanced, it will be referenced that they may have slept together (if the Inquisitor’s friendship level gets beyond a certain point, they can ask about the encounter either at Haven or at Skyhold). However, after IHW/CotJ, banter will appear where Sera derides the Dalish, and (again, depending on status of personal quest) Phaedre will become uncomfortable/angry. This will spread over several banters (Phaedre will inevitably become angry and argue, regardless of personal quest), to the point where other companions will remark upon their “spat.” Eventually Phaedre will apologize and say that even if Sera doesn’t consider herself an elf Phaedre will always see her as a friend, but any romantic entanglement ends.

After this fight (or, alternatively, sometime after either Here Lies the Abyss or Wicked Eyes, whichever is completed first), Sera will start to comment on a hidden crush Phaedre has on a member of the Inquisition. Depending on the Inquisitor’s actions, the identity of the object of Phaedre’s admiration will vary:

if the Inquisitor has flirted with Phaedre and either hard-locked or soft-locked into a romance, the “crush” will be the Inquisitor (which Phaedre will outright confirm to Sera once her personal quest is completed; otherwise, she will be close-lipped about it, saying she doesn’t know if “the interested party” is willing to advertise the flirting—the Inquisitor can make a comment during this banter)

if the Inquisitor has not romanced Phaedre and has not romanced Cullen, it will be Cullen (which Phaedre will be close-lipped and surly about, saying that she’s not sure “the other party is interested” and “even if they are interested, I’m not sure I want them to be interested”). Later, after both her and Cullen’s personal quests are completed, Sera will accuse Phaedre of having kissed Cullen, revealing him as the object of her affection

if the Inquisitor has romanced Cullen, the object of affection will turn out to be Cassandra (which Phaedre will not reveal, saying she knows “the other party is not interested”). Later banter with Sera and Cassandra will have Cassandra letting Phaedre down gently.

Varric: Varric outright compares Phaedre to Merrill (you’re like another Dalish I knew, but with less blood magic), and treats her in a similar manner—calling her “Dewdrop,” he often expresses worry over her battles and constantly invites her to play games of Wicked Grace to “get her out of those dusty tomes.” Unlike Merrill, Phaedre happily accepts the fatherly concern, allowing herself to be drawn out when asked to appease Varric. After her personal quest, she will thank Varric for looking out for her, but asks him to let her take a few steps on her own.

Cassandra: Early banter with Cassandra will reveal a puppy-crush on her, which may or may not blossom into full-blown infatuation. Cassandra will ask about Phaedre’s life as part of the Dalish, which will reveal more about Phaedre’s life not otherwise accessible; Phaedre will also compliment Cassandra’s ability as a warrior and her opinions on change (she very much approves that Cassandra is willing to see the innate corruption within the Templars and her willingness to admit that she’s wrong/change things). If Cassandra is chosen for Divine, Phaedre will offer to help Cassandra; Cassandra will then point out that Phaedre isn’t Andrastian, to which Phaedre will say “you don’t need to believe in the power to believe in good people.” Depending on the Inquisitor’s choices, post-game dialogue may reveal that Cassandra has taken her up on her offer and she will be leaving the Inquisition with Cassandra.

Several banters will also include arguments surrounding the Chantry and its purpose, as well as Templars.

Cole: She and Cole get along great. She constantly tries to decipher what Cole (and sometimes Solas) are saying, and other banter will reveal that she actively tries to help Cole with his “helping” people, which Cole appreciates.

She will, however, get rather uncomfortable when Cole tries to help her, though she’s pretty much used to people trying to help and protect her and therefore her reaction is very mild compared to others’.

Dorian: Phaedre and Dorian both get along well, though initially Phaedre is hostile to the “Vint.” She will often make references to Tevinter habit of slavery, and most of the early banter is her arguing with him about his stance on it (Solas, if in the party, will often have extra dialogue). Later banter will allude to the fact that Dorian was properly convinced about slavery, and the banter becomes much more friendly and lighthearted (if Sera is also in the party, she will contribute, alluding to the idea that Phaedre spends a lot of time with them and Varric).

Companions she doesn’t get along with:

Vivienne: While they don’t necessarily fight, Phaedre clearly acts uncomfortable around Vivienne, and Vivienne treats Phaedre like a child that is to be ignored or derided. After her personal quest, Phaedre will actively stand up to Vivienne and argue for mage rights, and during a particular cutscene they can be found discussing the issue on Vivienne’s balcony, where Vivienne will tell her that even if they never agree, Vivienne will always respect her articulate way of debating the matter.

If Vivienne is made Divine, Phaedre will express disapproval.

Iron Bull: Phaedre’s interactions with Iron Bull reveal she is rather intimidated by him and his bloodlust, and strongly disagrees with the importance of the Qun. Iron Bull, for his part, treats her like a little girl who can occasionally make things explode.

Later on, if Bull saves the Chargers they will become closer, as banter will reveal she has started to spend time with the Chargers and learned a few new tricks from Dalish, spending more time with Iron Bull as a result.

If Bull does not save the chargers and Phaedre’s personal quest is completed, Phaedre will actively tear down Iron Bull for his decision, and calls him despicable.

Blackwall: While she is always respectful of Blackwall, they are distant with each other. Their banter typically involves him giving her advice on how to better fight—she more or less treats him like an elder, but not one she is especially close to, though she does express admiration for his noble goals and purpose, and if asked on her opinion of him she will speak praise BEFORE it is revealed who he is. Blackwall, for his part, admires Phaedre’s dedication and kindhearted nature, and takes on a benevolent-uncle kind of relationship with her.

After he is revealed as Thom Rainier, she will say that she doesn’t know who he is anymore, and she cannot trust him to be a different person than he was before. Later he will say that he will show her he is different by earning back his honor as Rainier, to which Phaedre replies with a neutral “We’ll see about it, then.”

MISSIONS

Small side mission:

After moving to Skyhold and approval is around 35+, Phaedre will comment that there are various tomes missing from the Hidden Library that she cannot find anywhere. She and Solas have together looked (in the Fade) for the various possible locations of the tomes and asks the Inquisitor to keep an eye out for them. If she is present when one is discovered, she Approves; if all are discovered, she Greatly Approves at its completion.

·     War Table Missions:

There will be various war-table missions concerning Phaedre’s connections with various Dalish clans. Depending on who is used to complete them (generally anything but Forces), Phaedre will gain approval.

Companion quest:

After HLtA, a cutscene will occur the next time the Inquisitor tries to speak with Phaedre. Josephine will ask after Clan Athevera—though the war table missions involve connecting with various Dalish clans, none of them are her own, and Josephine wonders at their safety. Phaedre will be dodgy and walk away, and Josephine will go to the Inquisitor and express distress. If you ask Phaedre about it, she will say the clan is fine and not to bother them, but it will unlock the war table operation “Find Clan Athevera” regardless. Only Josephine can complete it, and doing so means gaining a letter asking to meet the Inquisitor, with Phaedre, to properly discuss an alliance—the entire letter is worded all shady and shit. When traveling there, Phaedre is a locked companion.

When they arrive, the Keeper of the clan is there to welcome you. She expresses happiness that Phaedre is safe and unharmed, and talks to Phaedre like she is a young child. She will tell the Inquisitor that Phaedre should not have been waiting to meet the Inquisitor with the hunter group, as it is too dangerous for her to leave the safety of the clan—she was never given permission to join the Inquisition, and as such was never working on behalf of the clan. Phaedre will attempt to interject at various points, and will be shot down by the Keeper. She then asks the Inquisitor to let Phaedre return home where she can be “safe and taken care of properly,” away from the dangers of the Inquisition. In return, they will send a new representative to deal with the Inquisition, and the true force of the clan will be utilized in the alliance.

Option 1: Tell Phaedre to return “home.” Phaedre will go back to the Keeper without complaint, and while very quiet seems to part with little ill will. New war table operations will appear, and a Dalish agent will be added for Josephine.

Sera and Solas Greatly Disapprove; Varric and Cassandra Disapprove; Cole Slightly Disapproves/Approves (depending on dialogue choices made); Vivienne Approves

Option 2: The Inquisitor insists Phaedre stay with the Inquisition, saying that Phaedre has been an invaluable asset. The Keeper will get angry and says that Phaedre is still too young and too inexperienced to make it on her own. The Inquisitor can either encourage Phaedre to talk the Keeper down or further the break by egging her on; either way, there is no alliance, and any unfinished War Table operations involving securing Dalish clan alliances will disappear.

Phaedre Approves, Sera Greatly Approves, Varric Approves, Cole Approves

Option 3: The Inquisitor insists that it’s Phaedre’s choice to make, not theirs. Phaedre tells the Keeper that while she loves them all and understands they are trying to protect her, she needs to make her own path now, and her past has begun to choke her. She respectfully asks to leave the clan to join the Inquisition permanently. With great reluctance, the Keeper will agree after seeing how Phaedre has grown, but will refuse to cut Phaedre off from the clan, telling her she is always able to return home if she needs to. New war table missions specifically concerning Clan Athevera appear, and Phaedre remains a companion.

Phaedre Greatly Approves, Sera Greatly Approves, Solas Approves, Varric Approves, Cole Approves

If the Inquisitor picks Options 2 or 3, a following scene back at Skyhold will ensue. Dialogue will slightly vary depending on if the Inquisitor defended Phaedre themselves or if they let Phaedre choose, but the main portion is the same. Phaedre defends the Keeper’s actions, saying that the clan is just looking out for what’s best for her. She tells the Inquisitor about the death of the clan’s old First—her best friend and future Bonded—and how his death essentially destroyed her for a long time, making her unable to really care for herself or make decisions. She states that joining the Inquisition was the first time in years she truly made a decision for herself, and it’s one that made her remember why she needs to stand up for what’s important. She decides it’s time for her to put aside her past and remember what’s truly vital about living. If the Inquisitor has flirted with Phaedre in the past and picks the romance option here (and approval is high enough), Phaedre will say that staying with the Inquisition was the best choice to make because it meant meeting them. A kiss scene will occur and the Inquisitor will be hard-locked into a relationship. Romance dialogue options will now be available.

Romance-specific quest:

After a romance is initiated, the Inquisitor can ask more about the clan’s old First, Ghandriel. They will learn the circumstances surrounding his death—he died protecting Phaedre from rogue mages escaping the Circle—and Phaedre will lament that because of the clan’s need to flee, she never retrieved the body or laid it to rest. This will unlock a war table operation to scout the area where Ghandriel died to find his remains—the mission is unsuccessful, but they do find the place where Ghandriel likely died. The Inquisitor can then take Phaedre to the clearing, where she will confirm it is where she watched Ghandriel fall. The Inquisitor will tell her that she can finally put Ghandriel’s soul to rest here, and they will help her create a small pyre to burn. A cutscene will occur where the Inquisitor witnesses Phaedre sing In Uthenerato small shrine that she built before lighting it on fire. Back at Skyhold, Phaedre will express a wish to have properly burned the remains, but feels that Ghandriel’s spirit may finally be at rest now—at least, she now feels more at peace with it.

Tarot card change

Option 1: (If Phaedre returns to her clan) Phaedre’s tarot card changes to a darkened Reverse Tower.

Option 2: (Friendship card) Changes to the upright Star

Option 3 (Romance): Changes to upright Sun or upright World

ROMANCE

Romanceable?:

Yes, by any gender and any race. However, she will be easier to romance as an elf, a female, and/or a mage, as flirt options will gain more approval if you are a certain gender/race and there are extra dialogue options that will gain approval for certain races/classes.

Sexual/Racial Preference:

Phaedre is bisexual, with a stronger preference for women. She is highly wary of humans and prefers to date within her own species, but is amenable to advances from any race.

Nickname for PC:

“Arla,” meaning home.When asked what that means (or why ‘home’, if Dalish), she will respond that home is wherever her heart is.

Dialogue:

Being asked for a kiss:

“Really? Well, I was just in the middle of this book…I’m just kidding, come here.”

Halamshiral Dialogue:

“Wow, there are so many people! Look at all these masks—have you talked to anyone yet? I’ve been talking to the elves, but they don’t like talking to me for some reason.”

Being asked to dance during the mission:

“Oh, dancing! I don’t actually know how to dance. You might get your toes stepped on, is that all right? Oh, but maybe later, too. There’s another elf over there and he’s giving me a look, I think he wants to talk to me.”

Asking to dance post-mission:“-giggles- Well, remember to watch out for your toes.”

Party Reactions:

Who is concerned about their relationship?

Vivienne expresses disapproval at starting up with a Dalish apostate, even if the Inquisitor is Dalish.

Varric will worry about Phaedre’s feelings, and tells the Inquisitor not to hurt her.

Sera threatens the Inquisitor to keep Phaedre happy or else.

Who supports the relationship?

Solas will offer congratulations to Phaedre about the relationship regardless of the gender/race of the Inquisitor, saying that a strong partnership will only help her, and that he’s noticed she’s been happier.

Blackwall will offer congratulations as well, but depending on whether or not his personal quest is completed, Phaedre will either respond positively or negatively.

Cassandra will make a comment on it, saying she’s happy to see Phaedre happy. Cassandra will allude to the fact that she knew about Phaedre’s infatuation, and is glad to see her with someone who can return her affections.

Sera will be sour about Phaedre not telling her immediately, but will later be enthusiastic, talking to Phaedre about possible pranks to pull on the Inquisitor.

Who had a bet running on it?

Sera and Dorian will have been trying to find out who Phaedre’s “crush” is, and will have willingly or unwillingly dragged various people and companions into the speculation. Regardless of who Phaedre actually holds affection for, Dorian will always choose wrong and Sera will always choose right.

Breaking Up:

If PC Breaks it off:

If NPC breaks it off (and why):

Love Confession:

End game dialogue:

BANTER

Cole’s reflection on their thoughts:

“She waits for the sunlight, strength to stand on her own, a solitary sapling with hearts carved in the bark, still bleeding, still sore.”

“Sick of trying for her, sick of dying for her, she walks away instead of wagering lives.”

(After personal quest is completed) “Home stays in her heart, roots no longer planted in the ground but in the soul. The bark still bleeds, but the pain has faded.”

(If in Romance): “She tires of trembling, but standing beside you gives her the strength protect herself.”  

(After romance quest) “The breaks in the bark fade, not gone, but no longer bleeding. The hearts smooth out into scars.”

Comment(s) on Mages:

“Oh…well…yes, I think that mages deserve to be free. It just…it’s right, you know? It’s the right thing.”

“I’ve seen what happens when you trap and keep a wild animal still for too long—they try to hurt themselves, trying to get out. People are no different, and mages have been struggling for centuries to leave their cages.”

“Why is everyone so angry that mages just want to be treated like people and not weapons?”

“All power is dangerous, and all power corrupts. But you don’t see anyone locking away the swordsman because of how well he swings, or the ruler because she bends a country to her will. Teach a mage how to control themselves, not how to be controlled.”

“Stop speaking that Chantry nonsense. Magic is a force of nature like anything else, not something to be put in a box. Does the Chantry also claim that the monsoon rains are meant to serve man? What about thunderstorms, or the snow, or the sun?”

Comment(s) on Templars:

“I mean…I’m sure there are nice ones. There are nice everythings. But…well, I was taught to hide whenever I saw the flaming sword insignia. That’s all.”

“It’s amazing how people will deride mages for being so easily corrupted when the people we expect to protect them from us are already rotten to the core.”

(If CotJ is completed) “Mages are dangerous because they can be taken over by demons—but who was being led by a demon this entire time?”

“’It’s not that simple?’ No, I suppose the consistent brutalization of the fellow being isn’t that simple.”

“It’s funny, but somehow the Dalish managed to deal with magic without Templars for centuries now.”

“Don’t tell me the system is needed. Don’t tell me it’s good. For every good Templar, there’s a bad Templar giving bad orders. The entire Order is designed to terrorize mages.”

When looking for something:

“I’m feeling a thing. Maybe we should look a little closer?”

When finding a campsite:

“Oh good, my feet were just getting tired.”

When the Inquisitor Falls:

(If romanced) “Arla! Stay with me, I’m coming!”

“No, not again—I won’t let it happen this time!”

“Inquisitor!”

When they are low on Health:

“Where are the healing potions again?”

“This is harder than I thought!”

When they see a Dragon:

“Oh, look at that majestic beast—no, no, looking at it this far away is good enough, thank you though.”

When doing their small side quest:

“This is close to where Solas and I think a tome is!”

Default saying: (when you want to talk to them in Skyhold, how do they respond?)

Default: “Hello again.”

Low approval:  “Oh…it’s you. Um. Did you need something?”

High approval:“Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Here for another story again, huh?”

Romance:“Arla.”

“Oh, there you are. I was just wondering if I would have to go searching.”

Travel Banter with Canon Companions of your choice:

Varric

Vivienne

Solas

P: “Solas…”S: “Again? Here?”P: “This is really boring. Please?”S: -sighs- “What would you like to hear?”P: “Tell another story about that one faith spirit. The one that was always near those temple-things?”

Cassandra

Sera

Blackwall

Iron Bull

Dorian

Cole

Location Banter:

The Hinterlands:

The Fallow Mire:

The Storm Coast:

Exalted Plains:

Emerald Graves:

Crestwood:

Emprise du Lion:

Fade:

Forbidden Oasis:

Hissing Wastes:

The Western Approach:

Leaving the Inquisition: (what do they say or do if the approval is low enough for them to leave?)

OPINIONS

The Fade

How they react: They’re pretty excited. Actually walking in the Fade can lead to new and interesting information about magic.

Their Tombstone: Abandonment

What the Fears look like: They all tend to look like Ghandriel’s corpse, following her and whispering about protecting her.

What the Nightmare says:

Their reflection about the Fade:

Hawke or Warden: Phaedre is upset that anyone is left behind, but will Disapprove if Hawke is left—she got to know Hawke while they stayed at Skyhold and apparently looks up to them. Beyond that, she likes Hawke because Hawke is Varric’s friend.

As for a Warden, she will show varying levels of distress at their sacrifice; for Alistair, she will be very distraught, especially if Alistair is in a relationship with the Warden (she’s a romantic at heart—even more so if the warden is Mahariel). She will be sympathetic to Stroud, but she won’t show that much distress over Loghain’s departure, as she never really trusts him.

The Wardens

Their feelings: Her clan fought with the Dalish forces against the Blight, and while Phaedre herself was too young to fight she personally knew people who had to go up against Darkspawn (one of whom is revealed to be Ghandriel). As such, she has a healthy fear of Blights and believes Wardens to be necessary; it is one of her points of argument against Solas. The idea that Wardens can’t actually stop Blights once Archdemons are dead makes her very, very scared.

Exile or Allies?: Allies, though she expresses fear about the chance of the Wardens being corrupted again. She will not disapprove heavily if they are exiled, though she will express fear of the organization disappearing.

The Ball

How they feel:  Excited!!! There’s so much food!! So many pretty sights!!! A secret library!!! People always like talking to her, though the elves don’t seem very happy here, and that makes a her a bit upset—she will tell the Inquisitor afterwards that she helped them deliver certain messages while hanging about.

Where they linger: Near Cullen in the main ballroom. When asked, she says that she thinks it’s funny that Cullen is so uncomfortable, but ambient dialogue will show her intervening when Cullen gets too overwhelmed with people.

Are they good at the Game?: To the surprise of literally everyone in existence, Phaedre more or less accidentally masters the game. Her nature is so guileless it comes off as dissembling, and everyone more or less takes her polite, passive remarks as hints that she knows what they’re thinking. There is a chance to gain Court Approval during the mission by talking to Phaedre while she’s conversing with a noble—the noble will then make a comment about the Inquisition not being made up “completely of rustics” after all. (+5 Approval. It will only occur after returning to the ballroom after meeting Morrigan. It cannot be accessed after you leave the ballroom.)

What people say about them:

“The elf, the little one. What is that knife-ear playing at? I don’t even know what she’s thinking.”

“Oh she’s so very polite, for a knife-ear. She’s even nice to her own kind—how quaint.”

“I spoke to her for ten minutes and know nothing about her! She never seemed to say anything true—what is her game?”

Gaspard, Briala, or Celene?: For obvious reasons, Phaedre supports Briala and will Greatly Approve if you put her in charge. However, she will show a romantic streak and Approve if you reconcile Celene and Briala. She will Disapprove if Celene or Gaspard rule alone, believing them to be a threat to elves and the country at large. She will have no opinion of them working together, except that she doubts it will last too long.

Temple of Mythal

Rituals or Hole?: RITUALS. She will Greatly Disapprove if you bypass them.

Agree with the Elves’ bargain?: Agree. She will also have extra dialogue about learning Dalish history and culture if she’s brought to meet Abelas. She’s hurt by his dismissal, but will continually insist on helping the Temple elves as they go through.

Morrigan or Inquisitor for the Well?: As she’s a mage, she can be asked to drink from the Well herself. She’ll say she can’t say she’s not tempted, being an elf and all, but says that she isn’t really equipped to handle that kind of power, and will decline.

As she seems to heavily dislike Morrigan and her remarks about elven culture, Phaedre will Greatly Disapprove if she drinks from the well. She will Approve if you drink, though she will warn you that the effects of such knowledge may be detrimental.

Comments on Canon Romance (little remarks on the inquisitor getting lucky)

Cassandra:

Dorian: “Dorian seems much happier now. I wonder why? I’m joking, I know why.”

Sera: -pleasant voice- “Hurt her at all, and after she’s done with you you’ll have to deal with me.”

Iron Bull:“I didn’t realize you were into that. If you need some extra…um, rope or anything, I can find you some that doesn’t chafe.”

Josephine: “I see her smile all the time now—you two are so cute together.”

Cullen: “The Templar? Well, he’s a good one, at least. Or better than most. Stay safe though, okay?”

Blackwall:“Uh. Okay. Well, as long as you’re happy!”

After Rainier:“If you can trust him after…well, it’s not any of my business.”

Solas: “But…isn’t he old? I mean, okay, but I’m just saying. He’s a little old.”

[thedappleddragon]

haha here we go again

there's a lot of dumb ranting and 3 days worth of logs and a dream in here so im gonna spare evryone’s dashboard and just put it all under the cut.

tw bad memories, talk of unhealthy relations with food, and dreams about dead animals

I realized I kind of entirely forgot to write about what I did yesterday? I kind of did a lot. I know my mom wanted to work on getting tile laid out in front of her bathroom, so we worked together to scrub the concrete and wipe up all the dirt and dust and whatever was under the carpet and remove some of the nails in the floor and bring up a spiky metal strip between the bathroom door and where the carpet was. The other main thing I remember is deciding to continue work on my dress, sewing up the outer bodice, checking that the bodice and lining would fit together, deciding I’d rather have no different colored front panel, and working on the circle skirt. At first I tried cutting the fabric on my bed, but it wasn’t big enough and too lumpy. I contemplated asking my friends if I could borrow their dining table, but I ended up clearing off my own. After I traced and was in the middle of pinning, I accidentally knocked over a glass bowl that I had set on the chair. My mom heard it from the other room and had me come to her room to tell her what it was. She got angry at me, which I thought was fuckin stupid if it was an accident, but after some reflection while cleaning up the glass pieces, I kind of understood why. Mostly I got a little upset about 2 ceramic pieces I made during school breaking a little from the drop. One was a mushroom house from middle school that always makes me remember feeling like an asshole during peer review when I told my person to smooth their project more because I didn’t know “no improvement needed” was an option until I got back to my desk and saw my person saying it was good in all categories because everyone thought my project was great for some reason. The other was a bunch of flowers on a circle. It was the last project we did before quarantine hit, I think. That one is in less tough shape, just a couple flowers knocked off and a chip on one of them. They can both be glued back together, I guess. Then my mom called me back into her room to listen to her talk about wanting to eat huge amounts of food, because she’s clinically depressed with BPD and PTSD and DID and several other acronyms and her favorite coping mechanism is food, but her doctor put her on a diet so she can get her knees replaced, but recently she’s been getting into a zone where she talks about wanting to eat entire cakes and pizzas and buckets of kfc and a gallon of queso or whatever the fuck and she goes “doesn’t that sound GOOD?” And I have to laugh along and say “haha no that sounds bad actually” and get her a piece of ham or something. And every time she goes on her spiel the only thing I can think of is the greedy from the raggedy Ann and Andy musical. It’s just this horrible undulating orange blob that eats everything in sight and seeing it for the first time just made me think of mom and it made me very uncomfortable, with all the orange goo and hurling noises. Also reminds me of this horrible video game boss fight where it’s the apocalypse and a fat lady on a scooter took over the buffet and eats so much during her boss fight, during the defeat cutscene she projectile vomits everywhere and dies. My brother Greg showed me that thinking it was funny. I hated it, and I still do. He showed me a lot of things he thought were funny as a shitty little kid, and I remember several of them being very upsetting. It’s ok. I don’t want to dwell on it. But after cleaning the glass and talking to mom I brought my fabric to my room and called it a night. Oh wait my dad also helped me with some paperwork my coworker handed me so I could get on the payroll.

Today I woke up differently than I have in a long time. I set an alarm for 10 am so I could be at work by 11, but I woke up at 9 from a heavy sleep with dreams about hanging out with my friend in my room, worrying about my dirty house. I wanted to sleep longer, so I got up at 10 to have breakfast and get ready. I spent my shift changing the price tags all around the store, making everything more expensive. I’m gonna work again on Tuesday where I’ll learn how to use the register. I hope I don’t fuk it up, but I have a couple days to relax until then. Maybe I’ll work on my dress. My friends all want to go to prom together, so my new deadline will be March 2nd or a little before. I still need to buy a ticket, but I don’t have access to the link to buy one :( bleh I’m too tired right now to worry about this shit. I only worked 4 hours again today, but after I got home I felt like I could have worked longer if they gave me something else to do. The only price tags left to change were a bunch of grills and stuff I don’t know about but I don’t know if they had any other work for my to do. But I’m glad I went home tho because I was hungry and my feet hurt from standing lol. I did laundry and made myself dinner and washed my hair and drew a little bit and made the table and tbh the pacing of today has been so weird I don’t remember everything. It’s only 1am but I think I’m just gonna go to bed. my friends started talking about going to prom, and I really want to join them, but I can't figure out where/how to buy a ticket. my brain started being really mean to me, syaing that I was being annoying and pushy and that they didnt want me at prom for some reason, so I low-key almost made myself cry until my friend offered to let me be their platonic date since their partner couldn't go. 

last night I had a dream about a hard video game where when you played it, the black shadow enemies would fight you in real life, and one of them left imprints on my arm in the shape of lego bricks. they could only attack you so long as you played the game, and they tried to capture people and you were supposed to save them. I decided it was my time to play, and I walked into my garage that had turned into a cave with bat-people fused into the wall. I paid them no mind as I rescued a girl who was my irl brother, grabbing her hand and pulling her into another versoin of my garage which was uncorrupted and normal looking. she thanked me, and I said it was no problem. then I tricked her, telling her not to trust so easily, as I became one of the shadow enemies and engulfed her in a black sack, trapping her and leaving the room. I came back a couple minutes later, letting him free (now my brain told me he was my brother) telling him I just wanted to know if I was capable of tricking him, and didnt actually want to kill him or whatever.  another big chunk of my dream was taken up by me, my sister, and my dad visiting a run down petting zoo/gamestop. the petting zoo barn was very dark with low ceilings with lots of rabbits and pigs and hay. one of us accidentally killed either a pig or a tiger right next to the exit door, and I had to slink around the gamester trying to distract the owner and keep him from going in the barn and escaping at the same time. I dont remember how it ended, other than me waking up with a sore throat from breathing so deeply through my nose. I had slept on my stomach wit my pillow in my face so I could hardly breathe, and even after I woke up I felt like I wasnt getting enough air. I HATE that feeling, I always felt like I was suffocating in middle school for some reason. I thinkk somethings wrong with my airway but im not gonna do anything about it. im gonna continue to spend 80% of my day laying down so my resting heart rate and breathing speed is slower than an goddamn sloth. whatever.

right now as im laying in bed typing this I feel utterly unpoductive but I KNOW I did SOME shit today. but yeah mostly I relaxed. I worked on my dress, removing and replacing the blue front panel. I lost my exacto knife somewhere so I went to dollar tree to get a knockoff, along with snacks for mom and my sister. the blades aren't as sharp as exacto, but I still know where the name brands blades are so maybe Ill try and see if they're compatible. when I open the package everything was oily and gross, so I washed everything off with soap and water before I used them to cut the threads of the panel seams. I could have used my seam ripper but I wanted to get a replacement craft knife anyway. its kinda neat that it came with 6 different shaped blades for different crafts :) but uhh I also cut out the other half of the circle skirt of the dress, and I have a bunch of extra fabric left over. probably enough to make a whole other bodess if I wanted too. I used my sewing machine to attach the new front panel, and I was hoping to get more sewing done tonight, but when I asked my sister if it was ok for me to use my sewing machine (it right next to the wall between our rooms so she can hear it from there) she said she was going to bed soon so I just attatched the front panel and called it a night. so that kinda sucked. I still have another day tomorrow before I have to work again, and I can still work on my dress on Tuesday after work. idk why my brain thinks that one 4 hour shift is gonna take up my entire day lmao. I just have to get the whole thing done by may 2nd. GOD that reminds me, im gonna be so busy next month. I have six events back to back happening like every other day, plus work. oof. I'll have to let my boss know, but idk If that's gonna make him mad. I've already got pretty comfortable with the lady in charge of the garden center who’s taken lead position while the manager is on vacation, but I dont think I;ll every understand my boss. he’s a sarcastic busy old man and NOT AT ALL approachable. whatever. really the only other tings I did today were drink a shit ton of water play harvest moon, spend too much time on tiktok, and sraw a couple dum things for my friends’ princess au. I fucking HATE the drawing I did for Anna, so I designed her a secondary outfit more inspired by sky pirate bohemian vibes, since she rules over the floating islands. idk if I'll replace her old outfit with the new one in the lineup or just re-draw her old one with better shapes and composition and match the style better or what. I just need it changed eventually becasuse it looks like ass. tbh now that ve taken a little bit of time away from the princess au, there are a couple designs im not 100% satisfied with. but I know that if I go back and make them more detailed or whatever the’ll be more of a hassle to draw and aslkdfhalksdf I dont know anymore. I'm still tied up about color pallets and trying to give everyone a distinct color, and im a little upset it doesn't quite work, and FUCK dude the edgy one’s lore and character are weird and I kind of want to revise it to make it a little nicer but its not my character and I need to stop shoving my dirty little mitts into everyone’s ocs and AHAGHRGHGARGHHG idk man. her power is necromancy and she has a skeleton army, which I think I kinda cool, but I also think it would be neat if her powers extended beyond just that to communing with the dead, helping them find rest, and THEN maybe it can branch into helping fallen soldiers fight again to help them with unfinished buisness. and then if she goes feral and starts abusing her powers, she ignores all the communication and concent with the dead and instead magically rips them from thr ground to do her bidding and they’re uncontrollable and violent and aimless, just like her mind slipping from the magical blight infecting her. idk man we’re till working on a lot of lore. her concept could be SO COOL with just that little bit of extra thought, but so far it’s just MY POWER IS DEATH IM SO EDGY. ugh I know its fuckin rude to bash your friends oc ideas and I might be too overbearing and controlling of this au but dammit im tired and im mean sometimes and my ego is through the goddamn roof and im so sexy and im always right and my meat is huge. ah shit I rpomised my friend I would help her with character design for the dead king but I was busy when she firat asked me and now im not busy but im not doing it ugh. im just frustrated right now because I spent wayyyy to fuckin long just laying in bed watching tikotks and youtube and playing harvest moon an doing jack shit all day. but hey at least I attempted to get a new social security card again today. and them promptly gave up when they said my adress was invalid. again. I feel like im in an uncomfortable medium between having no plans and worrying about the future and having too many plans all the time oh my god. ive been so focused on getting a job and then having a job and making this dress I completely forgot about college shit. thankfully there's no hard deadlines coming up that I haven't already finished. whatever I dont really want to worry about all this hit right now, im just gonna take it one day at a time. (haha it feels like my angel oc just stepped in. how nice of him :) )

[patton-ly-absurd]

And here we go I actually did manage to finish 1-4 before the end of the day. These cutscene are longer than you'd probably think, just as an example, 1-1 was 600 words when I finished it, 1-4 is 1390 words. now writing that isn't hard on its own but I pausing on every text box so it ends up taking a while to actually write and edit. But I'll stop complaining about the length of each cutscene, I AM the one who decided to do this after all. Here Is 1-4

B.S. entertainment

“Look, miss, um… I’m sorry. If you want to book our client Kiro, just having money isn’t enough. Almost every show wants us. We can only pick those with the highest audience ratings.” The agent said, he sounded apologetic, but I don’t think he actually is “But Miracle Finder was rated number one, two years ago…” I know this probably won’t convince him, but I have to try anyway “ I was a fan of Miracle Finder too. What a pity that the previous producer passed away.” He actually seemed to feel sympathetic now “I’m sorry, but business is business.” I had to leave Kiro’s agency. After this second swing and miss, I only felt more dejected. It’s not anything I said, it was the lack of a worthy product, which is nobody’s fault but my own.

“The company’s going under, I better take the subway back instead of a cab. And I can buy some snacks and fruit to comfort the crew.”

A supermarket nearby B.S. Entertainment

As I purchased my crew’s favorite snacks, I rehearsed in my mind how to break the news to them. While lost in thought, a slender hand appeared in front of me – we’ve grabbed the same bag or chips. I turned my head and the person beside me turned to look at me as well. A smile was hidden in his deep eyes, colored like the light azure sky. I couldn’t help but to feel drawn to him, like gravity pulling things to the earth, all people were pulled towards this man. “Kiii- mmph” Kiro suddenly covered my mouth with his hand and glanced around, seeming slightly bewildered. With how long he’s probably been an idol you’d think he’d be more used to being recognized in public. His smiling eyes give the impression that he’s not angry at me over his impulsiveness, in fact he seems, happy even if not a little surprised to see me. “Shhh… I don’t wanna get noticed.” I nodded.

Our little scene seemed to have drawn attention, so we squatted down in hiding. We crouched together next to that shelf, waiting until he could get away unnoticed. Looking at the bag of chips in my hand, I suddenly had to suppress a laugh. “Bbbwa-ha!” I laughed “uh?” “Sorry, I just saw you on the bit screens, and now, we’re squatting here like little kids. I can’t help it..” I suppressed a giggle this whole situation is hilarious, and even more so now that he’s pouting of all things- “If I were still a little kid, I definitely wouldn’t let you have the last bag of chips.” I turned and found Kiro looking at the chips in my hand, seemingly not willing to give up. I now felt like I was in on some big secret, and my heart picked up the pace. “You… really like this flavor of chips?” I asked very confused, really only Anna or someone like her would like these chips, they’re so bland its hard to even taste them. “Actually… I can’t recall. Since my career took off, I don’t really get to eat chips. I just, um, want to see the prize card inside. Everyone is collecting them, right?” I held up the chips and saw the notice on the packaging about promotional Batman AR cards. I thought for a moment, opened the pack, and took out the card. “Take it.” Kiro smiled and said “Thanks. If we were kids, we would already be best friends.” For some reason I get the feeling we were, but that’s not possible right? Wait-

“Oh no!” “what?” I facepalmed and looked up at him, “…I Haven’t paid for it yet.” “Oh! Yeah…” Kiro looked surprised and then cracked a smile “Let’s just pay up later… So sorry ma’am. I’ll buy ten bags later! Sorry!” “Sorry!” We looked at each other and burst out laughing. Remembering what he just said, I handed him a chip. “Now that it’s opened… don’t you want to have a try?” Kiro looked at me in surprise “One chip couldn’t hurt right?” Kiro hesitated for less than a second then took the chip. “Thanks. Um… do you like chips?” Kiro asked seeming genuinely curious. “Yes, but this flavor isn’t my favorite. My coworker likes it though.” Kiro thought for a moment then replied “I’ll keep that in mind,” He looked into my eyes and smiled, even though it’s his job to smile I could tell this wasn’t a smile that was practice or perfected, it was a genuine smile. At this kindness I couldn’t help but smile back, color likely present on my cheeks. “Thanks. I have to go now. Next time we meet, I’ll bring my favorite snack to share with you, Oh and you can bring your favorite flavor of chips!” He started to walk away

“ Um… hey wait a minute K-” I covered my mouth with my hand realizing I almost blew his cover. He turned back towards me “Sorry, I forgot again…” I gathered my confidence and took out my business card “Actually I’m the producer for Yōurán media production company. I’d like to invite you to the last episode of Miracle Finder; we can pay you.” I know it’s last ditch, and I know it likely won’t work but it’s worth trying anyway. I can’t give up… not yet. “Is Miracle Finder ending? When I was a kid, I would wait in front of the TV for it to come on every day.” He seems very disappointed, and honestly I don’t blame him I am too. “Yeah, we lost our funding, so… I want to end it on a high note. Your fans say you have the superpower to make everyone fall in love with you. I think a Miracle Finder episode like that would attract viewers don’t you think? Whether or not this super power of yours is real, It could still be a valuable way to talk about how you rose to fame right?” Kiro blinked a couple times “So wait, now I get to be one of the superhuman’s on miracle finder? But… then, what would I do? Stare at the audience and think ‘Love me… Love me…’?” I failed to hold in a chuckle there “More likely some singing or a performance? Or talking about how you come up with your songs and choreo.” Sensing a bit of awkwardness I blushed a bit thinking maybe I’d been a bit too forward “Oh course if you don’t like that direction it’s fine these are just preliminary ideas…” “No, it’s settled I’ll do it! Let’s just go back and find my agent!” “Really! That’s great…” I trailed off remembering how his agent had responded before “ I’m sorry I got so exited that I forgot why I was here, I just came back from B.S., your agent turned me down already…” Kiro who was exited at first fell into a despair at those words. “Sorry.. It’s such a special show. I really want to be a part of it. But… I don’t really decide my schedule.” Even big celebrities have moments of helplessness, just like everybody does, we are all only human after all. Seeing his troubled expression and clear disappointment with the situation, I felt that I just had to comfort him. “It’s okay! I’m still gonna do all I can to make the last show great… Will you watch?” I smiled weakly, I know he’s still disappointed, but I have a feeling that he’ll still watch the show once it airs. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it. And latter… If you have any more shows, will you invite me again to be on one of those?” To a producer, such a question is like a gift from heaven. “Of course! I’ll have a thorough plan prepared! -Oh can I have your contact info?” not that it’d be hard to find them online… well then again they probably keep that a secret because of crazy fans… “No problem! I’ll be eagerly expecting your next invitation.” I smiled, for real this time, “You can count on it.” No matter how Miracle Finder ends up, I will make a show that’s worthy of Kiro’s presence. But before that, I will draw Miracle Finder to a beautiful close for the audience, my colleagues, and my dad. One thing at a time.

[isakthedragon]

Super Sonic Thieves Chapter 1

Chapter 1- Sly of Sand

Intro cutscene:

*The Cooper Van is flying through the “time tube”. The camera zooms into the van to show everyone inside the van: the Cooper Gang themselves and their new allies, Sonic and Co. Murray is driving the van while Panda King sits next to him in the passenger seat, with everyone else in the back of the van; Dimitri dancing in one spot, Carmelita shining her Shock Pistol, and Sonic and Co all bunched up together facing Bentley. *

Bentley, narrating: “After we had gathered Sonic and his friends from their world and got into the van, I explained to them about Sly Cooper, my best friend growing up and the true leader of this gang.”

*Flashback of Sly’s ancestor and his backstory plays*

“I told them about Sly’s history, how he comes from a family of “master thieves” that have been around since the dawn of civilization *A quick timeline of past Coopers are shown*, his parents being killed while he was a child *A remembrance shot of the Fiendish 5 fighting Sly’s dad*, and then was sent to an orphanage *Remembrance shot of the orphanage*, where me and Murray had met him and became a family ever since.”

*Back to the present, with Sonic and Co having shocked expressions and Cream visibly angry*

“The group were shocked to find out that we’re criminals, so to speak, and the rabbit girl immediately tried to leave upon this revelation, but I was quick to inform them that we’re not the bad kind of thieves that steal from innocents but rather steal from other, more serious criminals. This, as well as learning of the tragic event that happened to Sly, seemed to have put them at ease but I could tell they were still wary of our true profession.”

*Another flashback showing a brief montage of the past games and then shows the ending of Thieves in Time and the aftermath*

“I then told our new allies all about Sly’s personality and the adventures we had in the past with him, thwarting numerous crime lords and even saving the entire world twice! In particular I explained to them of our last adventure, where we traveled through time to save Sly’s ancestors from Le Paradox, who sought to erase the Cooper family from history and become king of Paris in the present. But in the final confrontation against that smelly skunk, Sly went to fight him alone and Le Paradox’s blimp exploded soon after, Le Paradox having fallen into a river but Sly was nowhere to be found. We were all devastated with this turn of events and hoped to at least find evidence of Sly’s survival.”

*A new shot appears of Eggman, which is then covered up by The Thievius Raccoonus, much to Eggman’s dismayed face. The book shows Sly’s message to Bentley.*

“Fortunately right when that egg-shaped creature, who we now know of to be “Dr. Eggman”, arrived in our world from Sonic’s, I had managed to not only find evidence of Sly’s survival but his whereabouts... While I was reading the Thievius Raccoonus, the Cooper family’s ancestral book, I found a piece of writing in Slytunkhaman’s section that was never there before: a message that read “Bentley, Murray, and Carmelita! This is Sly! I hope this message remains intact when any of you find it, but Paradox’s blimp had warped me to Ancient Egypt! I’m in the same era as Slytunkhamen II, so try to find an artifact from around then and get me out of here! I have faith in you all!””

*We return the shot to the van, of Sonic and Co’s worried faces, but changes to smiles*

“And so I informed Sonic and his friends that that’s exactly where we’re headed. They all seemed not too fond of having to time travel, for reasons they don’t wish to tell me, but they agreed all the same to help us rescue Sly and then put a stop to their enemy.”

*The van lands in Ancient Egypt, but the place doesn’t look right. Smoke takes the sky and Eggman’s face and body take the various things in the city.*

“Right on schedule, we had arrived to Ancient Egypt, but something was off. WAY off. The air smelled of industrial smoke and the faces of sculptures and paintings all had an ugly face in place of what was originally there: a face Sonic tells me is that of Dr. Eggman. At that instant, it became clear to us that our rescue mission had just gotten a lot harder than expected…”

Sly Cooper and the Gang in…

*An empty part of a tomb wall appears, devoid of any markings, until a hammer and chisel held by raccoon hands come in and chisel out the words ‘Sly of Sand’ on it.*

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HUB Layout:

The gang take refuge in an abandoned Egyptian hovel, somehow large enough to house them all and the van. The city which provides the hub looks like your average Ancient Egyptian city, with hovels, shops, a dock, and a river on the edge. In a corner of the HUB is a large mansion, where Fang resides and is thus more guarded than the rest of the HUB, and in another corner is a pyramid that is still being constructed. Around the middle of the HUB is a tomb, which is where certain jobs will take place.

Enemies:

Egyptian Cats: Dark grey black cats with black spots and a gold necklace that jump among the roofs and ground, in search of thieves. Quickly defeat these guys before they get back up, or they will counterattack with a claw-filled uppercut. Carries 3-5 coins to pickpocket and 10% for treasure to be grabbed.

Falcons: An orange bird that flies and walks on the rooftops, ready to attack anyone that walks past its steely glare. Carries 5-7 coins to pickpocket and has 25% chance for treasure to be grabbed.

Nile Crocodiles: Big, scary crocs that could tear you apart in one bite if it sees you. Thankfully, their eyesight is poor, so they use flashlight to find you. Don’t even attempt to force these guys into the water or taking a dip with a croc nearby, as they can swim and can easily get you if you’re not careful. Carries 5-10 coins to pickpocket has 50% chance of treasure to be grabbed.

Spirits: Ghostly versions of the guards that have been forced to haunt for their eternity, since they are stuck down below. Attacking them will scare them away for a bit, but they’ll return until their soul container is destroyed.

Skorps: Scorpion-like badnik that will throw their spike balled tail at you. It’s best to stay back until they retract the spike ball again to attack it. Drops 4 rings when smashed.

Buzzbombers: Wasp-looking badniks that fly around until they spot their target, which they then fire a shot to shoot down. They’re pretty slow and predictable, so they should be easy to shoot down. Drops 2 rings that are automatically collected.

Mummy Pawns: They shamble around in the tombs and will try to strong hug you to death if they spot you. It’s best to destroy them on the head. This is one mummy you don’t want. Drops 6 rings when smashed

Anubis Pawns: Jackal-headed pawns that will spin their canes they hold about to prevent you from attacking them. It’s best to sneak up from behind and break them apart from there. Drops 8 rings when destroyed.

Hyudoro: Strange little ghost that hover about in the darkness. Eggman has brought them in agitated and now they attack anyone nearby.

Treasures:

From Guards:

Bronze Ring: Worth 30 coins and 15 rings.

Silver Ring: Worth 50 coins and 25 rings.

Gold Ring: Worth 70 coins and 35 rings.

On Pedestals:

Silver Jar: Not booby-trapped. Worth 150 coins and 75 rings. Found near the tomb.

Sapphire Necklace: Not bobby-trapped. Worth 200 coins and 100 rings. Found near the docks.

Gold Headdress: Booby-trapped with 2:00 timer. Worth 350 coins and 175 rings. Found near the mansion.

24-Karat Sand Castle: Booby-trapped with damage sensor, meaning don’t take fall damage. Worth 400 coins and 200 rings. Found on the highest portion of the pyramid.

The coins here have an ankh on both sides.

Secret Sighting of Clockwerk: Made as part of a sphinx just outside of town.

-----Jobs----

A Speedy Tutorial

Take Sonic through his paces.

Bentley: “Before we have you go and rescue Sly, it might be a good idea to refresh yourself on what you can do.”

Sonic: “But I’ve been me for as long as I can remember! I know what I can and can’t do!”

Bentley: “Well, it still is nice to have a refresher course; you can never be too prepared. Besides, the way we do things is a LOT different from what you normally do, right?”

Sonic: “You got me there. So what’s first then?”

Bentley: “I suppose I should start off with what odds you’re up against. You see the people patrolling around this area, maybe holding a weapon or two? Those are guards, the hired help of master criminals for anything of worth in a given operation but their main job is to look out for intruders and “take care” of them.”

Sonic: S”o pretty much like Badniks and Egg Pawns. I can handle that.”

Bentley: “While I’m not exactly sure of how these “Badniks” and “Egg Pawns” work, don’t underestimate the guards. If one of them spots you, the rest of them in the area will be alerted to your presence and rush to attack you. If you can’t get away and hide, they will overwhelm you sooner or later.”

Sonic: “Okay, that’s a bit more different and dangerous. What else should I know about these guys?”

Bentley: “There are two types of guards. The first are “Rooftop Guards”, which are common and able to jump up to rooftops. Wouldn’t you believe it, there are also two types of rooftop guards! The first type can’t take many hits but they can dish it out back and they will do a “counter attack” when getting up after being knocked down, so you wanna keep your distance. The second type are comparatively durable but don’t do as much damage. However, they’re equipped with megaphones, so they’ll alert even more guards should they spot you.”

Sonic: “Alright, so these guys know parkour, one’s a “glass cannon” and the other a “stone wall” that attracts even more attention. What’s the other type of guard?”

Bentley: “See those big guys holding light? Those are “Flashlight Guards”. They have poor vision and rely on their light to see, but if they see you or are alerted, you BETTER run. They take lots of damage to be defeated, they move fast, they have range weapons that do tons of damage, and getting up close and personal isn’t advised either. The only escape from these guys is the rooftops since they can’t jump but they’ll still try to shoot at you.”

Sonic: “So definitely avoid those guys. Anything else?”

Bentley: “That’s it for the guards. Although I should also warn you about searchlights and lasers, which will respectively shoot at you and fry you should you get in their way. Um, do you know how to get around areas like this?“

Sonic: “Of course I do! Run, jump, roll into a ball. The usual stuff.”

Bentley: “Roll into a ball? Oh right, you’re a hedgehog! Hehe, well, that’s certainly a useful technique. But do you also know how to climb, crawl under tight spaces, and sneak around buildings?”

Sonic: “Um… Well, I guess I can crawl under stuff, but climbing isn’t my style and sneaking around buildings?”

Bentley: “Okay, we can rule out those two things. Let’s test out your crawling ability! Venture around and try to find a table to crawl under. To make searching easier, I’ve managed to locate all the tables in this village and marked them with a waypoint. Feel free to try out some other abilities you’re able to pull off while doing so. You know them better than I do.”

(When Sonic comes across a rail to grind on)

Sonic: “Ah, a good ol’ rail to grind on.”

Bentley: “Ah, good, so you know how to ‘ride the rails’, so to speak. Sly does as well by jumping and pressing the circle button to ride them.”

Sonic: “I have no clue what this ‘O button’ is, but I just jump on one to rail grind.”

*The player does so and we move on.*

Bentley: “Alright then. Hmmm, what else? Your frame doesn’t suggest you can really balance on spires or anything else.”

Sonic, sarcastically: “Well, sorry for eating one too many chili-dogs!”

Bentley: “That’s not what I meant.”

Murray comes in over Bentley’s comm. “Why not find out what attacks you can do? Can you do a punch or something?”

Sonic: “Well, punchings more Knucklehead's department, but I can do this!”

*The player has Sonic jump, roll, and home attack some nearby Skorps and Mummy Pawns and Anubis Pawns.*

Murray: “Wow! You made quick work of them without breaking a sweat!”

Sonic: “Heh, well, speed is my game. Although, from looking at those guards, I don’t think my attacks are strong enough to deal with them.”

Murray: “No worries. We’ll handle them for you guys.”

Sonic: “Thanks.”

JOB COMPLETE

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Sonic Snap

Take photos of

The Tomb

The half-built pyramid

The docks

Eggman’s factory

Of the 3 badniks roaming about

Take Photo of Mansion then enter it.

Take Photo of Fang and follow him

Free Sly

Escape the Mansion

Bentley: “Now that the tutorial for you is out of the way, it’s time to get to brass tacks.”

Sonic: “Alright then. What do you want me to do?”

Bentley: “I want you to go around the city and take photos of anything that looks suspicious.”

Sonic: “I think I can see a few places already, and I see some badniks to take a photo of too.”

Bentley: “Once that’s done, head on off to the Mansion, and I’ll let you know what to do next.”

*The player has Sonic go on a photo taking spree, taking pics of the tomb, the docks, the pyramid, the factory and some badniks before heading to the mansion.*

Bentley: “Alright. Now I want you to take a recon photo of the mansion and then find a way inside.”

Sonic: “That shouldn’t be tough.”

*The player has Sonic take a pic of the mansion and then jump onto the roof of the mansion from the other roofs and jump in an open window.*

Bentley: “Alright, what are you seeing, Sonic?”

Sonic: “Mostly a gaudy mansion, something I’d expect from Eggman. Wait, who’s that?”

*The player has to take a clear pic of Fang.*

Bentley: “Who is it?”

Sonic: “I believe it is an old criminal bounty-hunter from our world, his name is Nack the Weasel otherwise known as-”

*The camera moves towards Nack as he is distracted by making a video call on a ‘iPad’.

Fang: “Fang the Sniper to Dr. Eggman. Come in, Dr. Eggman.”

Dr. Eggman: “Yes? What is it?”

Fang: “I got some good news! I was able to steal Slytunkhamen’s canes and get some footage of the idiot raccoon before he went and disappeared on me.”

Eggman: “I would have preferred that you had captured the raccoon as well.”

Fang: “Well, by some lucky chance, I was able to find that other idiot raccoon that Le Paradox sent off. Sly was his name, right? Heh, he wasn’t so sly when he met the badniks.”

Eggman: “Excellent. That means that his friends should be coming to save him soon.”

Bentley: “WHAT?! Did he mention Sly?! Follow that weasel!”

Sonic says this as the player regains movement: “I think he’s part wolf too.”

*The player has Sonic follow Fang as he talks to Eggman.*

Fang: “Sly was so weak when we found him, must have been in the desert for days. And he didn’t seem to know how to fight a Pawn either.”

Eggman: “Well, we are the strangers in this world. But that means it was easy for us to get him.”

Fang: “Of course, boss. So what shall we do to him? Kill him?”

Eggman: “No, not yet. We need to find out as much as we can from him. Especially his cane and his moves.”

Fang: “Right, shouldn’t be too hard.” *He shuts off the ipad as he arrives at Sly’s room and bangs on the door before opening it.* “Wake up, you fool! I got a proposition for you!”

*He enters and Sonic follows.*

Fang: “So, here’s my offer for you. You give up your cane and what moves you know, and perhaps I’ll give you to Eggman to let him decide your fate.”

Bentley sounded scared. “SLY!! Oh, what do they have planned for you?!”

Sly, despite being tied up, is still cool and comfortable. “No dice. I usually don’t give information to capturers like you.”

Fang: “Figured. No matter. You brought Slytunkhamen to me, and I stole his canes, so you’re still getting that trip.”

Sly, worried: “No!”

Fang laughs: “Such a fool you are!”

Bentley: “AH! How do we save Sly?! I can’t think of what to do!!”

Sonic: “Looks like I’m on my own, should be quick.”

Bentley: “Wait, what?!”

*Sonic decides to come out of hiding and use his speed to rescue Sly as fast as possible, leaving Fang wondering what’s happening as all he can see is a blue blur quickly untangling the ropes that were holding up Sly.*

Fang: “Ay, what’s happening here?!”

*All too quickly, Sly felt himself being lifted by the blur and being carried across the room before the blue creature stopped so he could see his rescuer.*

Sly: “Who are you?”

Fang sees who it is. “SONIC?! What the hell are you doing here?”

Sonic: “Oh, just helping out a green friend save his captured friend. Now if you don’t mind. We’re leaving now!”

Sly knew what he was talking about and just shrugged. “What are you gonna do?”

Fang: “Well, I’ll tell you what I’ll do!” *He pulled out his cork guns and started firing.*

Sonic: “I’d love to stay and play, but we gotta go!”

*The player has Sonic run with Sly on his shoulder throughout the mansion, avoiding Fang’s corks as they try to escape. Unfortunately, Sonic runs out of space as he finds himself in a dead end hall.*

Fang: “Hah, end of the line for you, fools!” *He readies his guns for an attack barrage.*

*Sly takes a second to look around the hall and sees a chandelier with something to hook on to with his cane.*

Sly: “Well, we’d love to stay and chat, but we gotta go.”

Fang: “HUH?!”

*As soon as he starts firing, Sly hooks onto the chandelier and pulls him and Sonic just in time to miss the corks. Sly does some more fancy moves, and Sonic follows as they smash out the nearest window and escape.*

Fang can be heard shouting as they head back to the safehouse: “YOU CAN RUN, BUT I CONTROL THIS CITY FOOLS! I’LL GET YOU SOON!!!”

JOB COMPLETE

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*Animated cutscene plays of Sly reuniting with the gang*

Sly, narrating: Well this is the most odd week I’m having. First I got stranded in Ancient Egypt, then I get captured by some goofy robots commanded by a weasel with a cork gun, who also takes orders from some egg-shaped creature, and now I just got rescued by some blue animal that runs faster than a vehicle. Not that I’m not thankful for his help, I’m grateful for “Sonic’s” intervention, but just what the heck is going on? I soon got my answer when the blue “hedgehog” took me to his hideout and I was immediately greeted by my friends. After our reunion, Bentley explained to me all the things that are going on; how this “Dr. Eggman” came to our world and is now doing something with our history, and Bentley not only recruited Panda King and Dimitri to help us out but also Sonic and his friends. This was a lot to take in, needless to say, and I was hoping to have some relaxation after our time traveling adventure. But I’m more than happy to be reunited with my gang and start causing some trouble for some guys looking to cause damage to innocents. Now that I’m back, our next objective is to find my ancestor, the one who started the Cooper Clan’s thieving legacy, Slytunkhamen. Dr. Eggman is looking for him for some reason and has managed to take his cane, so we need to get to him first. That’s going to be a challenge though, since Slytunkhamen has the ability to turn invisible. But we’re always up for a challenge!

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The Search for Slytunkhamen

Search for Slytunkhamen

Bentley: “It’s so good to have you back with us Sly! I’m just so sorry we couldn’t come get you sooner. I had to reconfigure the van’s time machine, work out how to get past Le Paradox’s time machine messing with landing here-”

Sly chuckles: “Don’t sweat it Bentley, I’ve only been in here for a week. It’s good to be back too!”

Bentley recomposes himself: “Are you sure you want to go out in the field though? I’m happy to let someone else search for Slytunkhamen and let you relax.”

Sly: “Of course I’m sure! I can’t relax with all this going on and I’m the best bet at finding Slytunkhamen. Besides, I could use the time to refresh on my skills.”

Bentley: “Are you actually saying that you want to get a tutorial from me?”

Sly: “You say that as if I’ve never appreciated your reminders.”

Bentley: “Aw Sly, you’re making me blush and- *Ahem* Okay then! While we search for your ancestor, we’ll practice your many techniques. I guess to start off is your sneaking moves as they’re the most important. You remember stealth auras?“

Sly: “Those blue sparkles? How could I forget them?”

Bentley: “Well, if you see any against a wall or under tight spaces, then you can press the circle button to sneak along the wall and crawl respectively. Go ahead and give those a try.”

(Sly does either or both moves)

Bentley: “Excellent work!”

Sly: “Bentley, I just crawled under a table, that’s hardly excellent work.”

Bentley: “Glad to see you also haven’t lost your sense of humor. Alright then, let’s move onto your more “fun” moves that help with moving around.”

Sly: “Aw yeah, the Ninja Spire Jump and Rail Walk!”

Bentley: “Yep! But also climbing and hook swinging! They all simply require the perfect combo: jump, and hit the circle button.”

Sly smirks: “Hearing those words never gets old.”

Bentley: “You’ll actually need to use all those techniques to get to the next location where Slytunkhamen is potentially hidden, so let’s get started!”

(Sly pulls off the mentioned moves and makes it to the designated location)

Bentley: “Still acrobatic as ever, even after being stuck in a desert for who knows how long!”

Sly: “It hasn’t been that long, actually. Hm, so how am I going to find someone who’s invisible?”

Bentley: “I gotcha covered there, Sly! I’ve equipped your binocucom with thermal infrared imaging, so you should be able to see Slytunkhamen even when he’s transparent. Just search around and hopefully he’s in this area.”

(After Sly searches waypointed areas with his binocucom)

Sly: “I’ve looked everywhere and didn’t see any sign of him.”

Bentley: “Darn. So it’s back to square one.”

(Espio speaks up from off-screen)

Espio: “If I may intervene, I have a suggestion that may be of use.”

Bentley: “Oh! Sure, go ahead! I’ll put you on the screen.”

(Bentley’s screen on the binocucom turns to static and Espio appears in his place)

Espio: “Greetings, Sly Cooper.”

Sly: “Um, hello! You can just call me Sly.”

Espio: “Very well. So, as a detective, I know a thing about searching for hidden people. Usually it is recommended to look for clues, like tracks or hair. But I suspect your ancestor, being the master thief who started your family’s criminal activities, knows to eliminate such things.”

Sly: “Without a doubt.”

Espio: “In that case, it would be advised to interrogate the guards around here. They have managed to see him before, so they should know of a hint to his current whereabouts.”

Sly: “I getcha! These thugs know this area more than we do. We’re not exactly the interrogating types, but I bet they have a message or something as a clue. Something that won’t be a problem for me to grab without their notice. I’m able to pick the pockets of guards with my cane. I just have to trail behind them and press the circle button, so long they don’t see me.”

Espio: “Interesting! But in the event you do get spotted, how do you plan to escape with your life?”

Sly: “Simple! I hold down the R1 button and sprint away. I’m more than fast enough to get away from those guys.”

Espio: “Good! But what about the event in which you have to take out a guard in order to accomplish the task?”

Sly: “Then I use my “Sneak Attack”. I sneak up behind a guard and press the triangle button to juggle them in the air. Then, before they hit the ground, I press the square button to grab them with my cane and slam them to the ground. So long I’m not spotted, I’ll be safe.”

Espio: “Truly, your name suits your skills. Just like in our world.”

Sly: “I guess you could say bright worlds work alike.”

(Sly picks off guards protecting a flashlight guard carrying a charter, which Sly then pickpockets and a cutscene of him reading it plays)

Sly: “Okay, I got a charter here. I think it says that Slytunkhamen was last seen at the docks. If I hurry, I might just find him there!”

(Cue timed mission where Sly must run to the docks before time runs out. Once at the docks, another cutscene plays where Sly looks around with his binocucom)

Bentley: “Is he there Sly?! I hope we’re not too late!”

Sly: “Relax Bentley, give me a few more seconds to look around…”

(Just then, a raccoon in Egyptian clothing appears behind Sly with a wary look. The raccoon sneaks up behind Sly, grabs him, and pulls him back into the shadows)

Sly: “Hey! What the-?!”

???: “Quiet your voice, if you value your life. I know that you’ve been searching for me very urgently and I must say, I’m not amused. First you fiends take my canes, what else do you want to take from me?”

Sly: “Whoa, whoa, hold on! I didn’t take your canes! I want to help you get it back!”

Slytunkhamen: “Is that so? *Studies Sly while keeping a firm grip on him* Hm, I suppose you’re not one of them. So then, who are you?”

Sly: “My name is Sly! Sly Cooper! I know this will be hard to believe, but I’m your descendent far in the future.”

Slytunkhamen: “My descendant? A Cooper?! *Releases Sly, turns him around, and hugs him* Ah, I should’ve known you were family the moment I saw you were a raccoon! And don’t worry, given the situation occurring right now, I’m aware that time travel both exists and is involved. Sorry about the hostility.”

Sly: *Urk* “It’s fine. I’d be on edge too with everything going on. Well, let me take you back to my gang’s safehouse and we’ll come up with a plan to help you out.”

JOB COMPLETE

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*A picture of Slytunkhamen is shown on screen.*

Bentley: “Alright, here’s what I got from what Slytunkhamen told me. *The picture changes to an Anubis Pawn.* He told me that ever since the Egg Pawns have come around, thieving for him has become quite difficult.”

Tails draws some light arrows coming from the eyes. “That makes sense, the pawns have infrared sensors that make going invisible useless.”

Bentley: “Right. And thanks to that, he lost his canes trying to escape and doesn’t know what to do now.”

Sonic: “So what, do we go and stop Fang now?”

*The slide changes to a map of the city.*

Bentley: “No, not yet. This city looks like it has been abandoned for some reason, and we better find out the reason why. It might give us an idea what Fang and Dr. Eggman are up to. *The factory gets circled in and a fox and turtle drawing are shown next to it.* Tails and I will be heading to the factory churning out the Egg Pawns and see what’s happening inside.”

*He draws another circle over the pyramid, with a hippo and echidna drawing next to it.*

“Murray, you and Knuckles will be searching the Pyramid that is half built, see what they are doing inside there.”

Murray: “Alright!”

*Another circle is drawn over the tombs, with a drawing of a panda and cat.*

Bentley: “Panda King and Blaze will be heading into the tombs, cause I am sensing a lot of strange energy down there. Everyone knows what they’re doing, so let’s hurry on.”

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The Factory

Head to and Enter the Factory

Take photos of the factory machinery.

Hack the computers for information

Escape the Factory

*Bentley and Tails are outside the factory.*

Bentley: “Alright, Tails, let’s see what’s happening in here.”

*Tails and Bentley enter through the door. Inside, they find numerous machines and conveyor belts carrying robot parts and assembling robots one by one. Upon assembly, the robots are carried by crane to a specific area where they are kept on standby*

Bentley: “Wow! I knew this Dr. Eggman is a robotics mastermind, but this is overkill! How has he not taken over your world with all of these?”

Tails: “Despite his huge IQ, Eggman isn’t exactly bright. His plans and strategies always have some flaw that Sonic and I like to exploit. That and, while he makes huge amounts of robots, they’re not actually tough at all. It normally just takes one hit from us to destroy these things.”

Bentley: “Ah, so he’s all about quantity over quality! And if he’s that bad at planning, then this whole thing should be cake! Okay, so where do you think the main terminal to this factory is? If we’re gonna learn more about what Eggman is planning here, I’ll need to hack into that.”

Tails: “I’d bet one of my two tails that Eggman would place such a thing at the highest level of this factory, hidden behind many obstacles and enemies to prevent anyone like us from accessing it.”

Bentley: “I see! That may be impossible for some, but Eggman’s never met me! This will be simple.”

Tails: “What should I do while you do that?”

Bentley: “Hm… Oh! How are you with RC technology?”

Tails: “I’ve kind of started it, but I think I’ve gotten the hang of them.”

Bentley: “Good! There’s sure to be numerous obstacles on the way up there that can only be overcome with an RC car or helicopter.”

Tails: “Understood! Though I’m afraid I only have an RC plane, not a helicopter.”

Bentley: “That’s fine! So long it can fly and shoot at things, we’re all good.”

Tails: “Okay, I’m all set to help you out when you need it!”

(The player then navigates Bentley through the factory, avoiding all sorts of hazards and enemies. Along the way, as in-level dialogue)

Bentley: “You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you something, um, Tails.”

Tails: “What is it, Bentley?”

Bentley: “Euhm… Nevermind. It’s an insensitive question.”

Tails: “It’s about my tails, isn’t it? Don’t worry, I get that a lot, hehe. If you’re wondering, I was born with them. I’ve yet to figure out the reason.”

Bentley: “Oh! Um, thanks for the answer. I’m sorry for bringing it up.”

Tails: “Hey, it’s fine. I’ll admit, I’ve been curious about something about you but haven’t asked since…”

Bentley: “You mean my legs, eh? Haha, well, it’s a bit of a long story, but I ended up going inside something dangerous to get an important item but didn’t get out in time.”

Tails: “Oh man… I’m so sorry that happened.”

Bentley: “Yeah, Murray was so distraught by that he ended up quitting the gang out of self-blame. But it’s all good. I’ve come to terms with what happened and this wheelchair more than makes up for everything.”

Tails: “I see! I’m glad that you’ve managed to see the bright side of this situation. Likewise, this extra tail brought me a lot of grief by attracting bullies, but now I value it for allowing me to catch up with Sonic and fly!”

Bentley: “Truly, any supposed hinderance can be overcome if you put your mind to it!”

(Once Bentley makes it to a closed, steel door)

Bentley: “Drat! The terminal is just behind this door but I can’t see any way to get past it.”

Tails: “Hang in there Bentley! I’ll try and find a way to open it!”

(Tails looks into the factory’s mainframe with his Miles Electric)

Tails: “Hm, it appears Eggman has built a bunch of power conduits to keep that door secure, keeping out anyone except himself and high-ranking personnel. Fang, in this case. Fortunately, Eggman left these power conduits hanging around this factory, which I can easily shoot down with my RC Tornado!”

Bentley: “Sweet! Be careful though. If past experience can be applied, Eggman is sure to have installed some sort of security to counteract this.”

(The first RC Plane segment begins, playing exactly like the plane from Sly 3 but to a miniature level and not needing to replenish ammo. Tails must fly the RC Tornado around the factory and shoot down the power conduits, of which there are 6 of them. After destroying the first one, Buzzbombers will be alerted and fly around to destroy the RC Tornado. After all 6 Power Conduits have been destroyed…)

Tails: “All conduits have been destroyed! Is the door open Bentley?”

Bentley: “Affirmative! Accessing the terminal now!”

(Bentley hacks into the terminal and the hacking games from Sly 2, 3, and 4 begins. As usual, Bentley needs to navigate his avatar through a cyberspace, battling all sorts of anti-virus systems to get to main objective. Once complete...)

Bentley: “Ha! Easy as ever! Now to just download Eggman’s plans and-“

(Alarms start up and most of the robots in stand-by are activated)

Bentley: “What the-?! Oh, why does this always seem to happen…”

Tails: “Whoa! I wasn’t expecting this! Try and download as much as you can and get out of there before these robots overwhelm us!”

Bentley: “Don’t need to tell me! *Stares intently at the screen as the data loads* Come on baby, hurry up! *The bar doesn’t load fast at all, managing only 20%* Gah! 20% will have to do! Let’s get out of here!”

*The player must now have Tails and Bentley escape before the pawns overwhelm them before the mission is complete.*

JOB COMPLETE

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Pyramid Scheme

Take recon photos of the machinery in the pyramid

Escape the Pyramid

*Murray and Knuckles reach the entrance point into the pyramid.*

Murray: “Okay, Sly, we’re at the pyramid. Remind me what we do again?”

Sly: “Bentley wants you two to go down in there and find out what’s happening. He thinks the badniks and guards are doing something more than just creating a burial for a pharaoh.”

Knuckles: “So then let’s stop yapping and start looking then!”

*They head down into the pyramid. They are surprised to find that the depths of the pyramid look quite modern-like, compared to the outside structure.*

Knuckles: “Wow…”

Murray: “This place looks quite modern, Sly. Lots of monitors and computers are around.”

Sly: “That sounds odd…”

Sonic: “Not for someone like Eggman. I think your friend would want recon of those machines.”

Sly: “Yep. Murray, you remember to punch by pressing the square button and that if you press it during a jump, you can belly slam to knock out anything nearby right?”

Murray: “Of course, Sly! I’d be a terrible ‘muscle’ if I didn’t.”

Knuckles: “Hey, don’t count me out either. I can punch just as well.”

Sonic: “Knuckle-head’s right.”

Knuckles: “Hey!”

Sonic: “Now go on, guys, find out what’s going on.”

*The player has the two sneak around for a bit until they find a large gap.*

Murray: “How are we going to get across this gap? It’s too wide to jump over, and they’re spikes below!”

Knuckles: “I can see a switch on the other side. I’ll get it.”

Murray: “How?”

Knuckles: “Using my glide.”

*The player has Knuckles glide across the gap and then hit a lever that expands a bridge over the gap.*

Murray: “Wow!”

*The player has them continue on for a bit, taking recon photos of machines building something, until they find a strange shaped thing too hard to make out in the darkness.*

Murray: “What is it?”

Knuckles: “I’m not sure… but the shape looks familiar…”

*For some reason, the spotlights in the pyramid come on, showing what the thing is.*

Murray: “Oh, now it’s clear enough.” *He takes a recon photo of it.*

Knuckles sounds scared “Oh god…”

Murray: “What is it?”

Knuckles: “It’s the Egg Golem. We’ve broken it before, but this one is more huge than the last one.”

*For probably security reasons, alarms start getting tripped, noting the unauthorized access of  Murray and Knuckles.*

Knuckles sees the guards coming for them. “We better get out of here!”

Murray: “Right!”

*The player must have the 2 fight their way out of the pyramid, taking out guards and avoiding lasers along the way. The mission ends once they escape.*

JOB COMPLETE

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The Tombs

Free the Ghosts and Spirits in the tombs

*The Panda King and Blaze arrive at the entrance to the tombs.*

Panda King: “We have arrived at the entrance to the tombs, Sly.”

Sly: “Good. Bentley says he wants you guys to go in there and see what they are storing down there. He said it seemed very energetic compared to the vacant town.”

Blaze: “Got it.”

*The two enter the tombs and they quickly find the rooms below are pitch black.*

Blaze: “Hang on...” *She uses her fire powers to make her illuminative, lighting the nearest walls.* “I have pyrokinesis, control over fire.” *She smiled warmly.*

Panda King: “The art of controlling flame, just as graceful as the power of fireworks. I wonder if we can combine the two to make them even more powerful.”

*The player has Panda King shoot some fireworks at a cracked wall through Blaze’s flames to break it down. Unfortunately, spirits and ghosts start attacking them.*

Blaze: “Ah, ghosts!”

Panda King shoots some fireworks to scare them off. “I wonder why they are here? Could they be why the city is empty?”

Sonic: “It seems to be so. Bentley’s computers seem to show show that the tombs go under all the buildings.”

Slytunkhamen: “Ah, yes! I’ve seen those spirits scaring the people away.”

Blaze: “I think I can see where they are coming from.” *The camera looks at a spirit and follow a blue trail that leads to other blue trails coming out of a machine.*

Panda King: “Those machines seem to be tethering the ghosts here! I wonder if getting rid of them will move them on.”

*The player has to go on through the sandy tombs, scaring spirits and destroying the 5 machines holding them down. Each one is accompanied with the spirits and ghosts going down into the ground, disappearing for good. Once the last one is destroyed, the mission ends.*

JOB COMPLETE

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*The slideshow starts with outside of the factory, then changes to a pic of the canes and the Thievius Raccoonus.*

Bentley: “Well, our mission to the factory could have gone better, but I see we shouldn’t underestimate Dr Eggman. The data we got seems to suggest his plan is to steal the canes from other Coopers and examine the Thievius Raccoonus.”

Sly: “He wants WHAT? Why the hell does he need our history for?”

Tails: “No clue, we didn’t get to capture that much. But we need to get back to the task at hand.”

*The slide changes to the tombs, then the pyramid, then the mansion.*

Bentley: “Right. Thanks to Panda King and Blaze sending the spirits to the grave, it might attract the city folk into returning, but it’s obvious the place is to dangerous right now. We need to go and destroy the Egg Golem hiding in the pyramid and figure out some way to defeat Fang and find Slytunkhamen’s canes.”

*The slide changes to the Egg Golem with then gets X’d out.*

Amy: “Oh! Carmelita and I could handle fighting the Egg Golem! It should be simple!”

Carmelita: “My gun has been itching for a target to shoot and this sounds  interesting enough.”

*The slide changes to the interior of the mansion.*

Slytunkhamen: “I’ll go to the mansion. You said it was pretty well lit in there, and my shadow powers should make it easier to get around. But I don’t know what to do if I find an Egg Pawn…”

Espio: “I’ll go with you. I can handle smashing them to bits. And having 2 people find your cane should make it faster in searching.”

Bentley: “Alright then. You guys know what to do, now go!”

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The EGG GOLEM

Defeat the Egg Golem

*Amy and Carmelita arrive at the pyramid top*

Carmelita: “Okay Bentley, me and Amy here are at the pyramid ready to take down this ‘EGG Golem’.”

Bentley: “Good! Now Sonic tells me that the last time he fought this thing, it had a weak spot on its head, so try and aim for that.”

Carmelita: “Understood! Preparing to attack now.”

(Carmelita ends her call with Bentley and arms her Shock Pistol)

Amy: “Oh my gosh, my weapon has that exact same color!”

Carmelita: “Oh! Really now? You don’t seem like the kind of girl to use a gun.”

Amy: “I don’t, heehee! I use this!”

(Amy takes out her Piko-Piko Hammer)

Carmelita: “What the-?! Where were you storing that?!”

Amy: “Hm... You know, I don’t really know. I just reach to grab it and it appears.”

Carmelita: “I see… Sorry, no offense, but are you sure you can handle yourself in a fight? That hammer doesn’t look combat capable at all and you sure aren’t dressed for this.”

Amy: “Trust me, this hammer is WAY stronger than it looks and I’ve been in many fights before! But what do you mean about my dress?”

Carmelita: “You’re in an open skirt, not even wearing shorts. Unless you panty shot your enemies into defeat, I don’t see how practical it is to fight wearing that.”

Amy: “Oh… Well, it’s never been a problem for me. Besides, who are you to talk about one's clothing? All you have are a bra, shorts, and jacket.”

Carmelita: “Fair point. Now, let’s take care of this thing!”

Amy: “Right on!”

(The girls go through a short tutorial on how their respective abilities work on the way to the Egg Golem. Upon making it to the Egg Golem, a short cutscene appears of the Egg Golem rising up to the circular platform the girls are on)

Carmelita: “So this is the thing? Heh, I’ve fought bigger!”

Amy: “Yeah, this thing is a bit of a piece of cake! Don’t let your guard down though.”

Carmelita: “Wasn’t planning on it.”

(And so the boss fight against the Egg Golem begins, behaving similarly to the fight against it in Sonic Adventure 2 but the platform is bigger and the Egg Golem now has laser eyes. The Egg Golem is fought exclusively by Carmelita, who simply has to shoot at the power core on top of the golem’s head while evading its attacks and the summoned guards. Once the golem’s health bar is empty, it bends down in defeat)

Carmelita: “Ha! That was almost too easy! *Turns around and calls to Bentley over the radio* Took care of the golem Bentley. Won’t be a problem for us once we begin our attack.”

(As Carmelita said that, the Egg Golem raises back up and raises its right hand)

Amy: “Carmelita! LOOK OUT!”

Carmelita: “Huh?!”

(Carmelita turns around to see the job isn’t finished yet, but before she could do anything, the Egg Golem grabs her and holds the fox in a tight grip)

Carmelita: “Argh! Dammit!”

Amy: “I told you not to let your guard down!”

Carmelita: “It put up a very convincing fake death! Think you can take it down?”

Amy: “I don’t “think” I can take it down, I KNOW I can!”

(And so the surprise Phase 2 begins, where Amy has to destroy the power core on the Egg Golem’s back by using her hammer to knock boulders into its face and using the platforms on its back to reach the core. Once the golem’s health bar goes empty, it writhes with electricity surging everywhere and then collapses forward, releasing Carmelita once its arm hits the platform)

Amy: “You okay?”

Carmelita: “Yeah, I’m fine. Last time I turn my back to a seemingly defeated foe. Can we not mention this to the others?”

Amy: “Your secret is safe with me! So long you don’t judge my capabilities again.”

Carmelita: “After that, you have definitely proven yourself to me! Sorry for that initial judgement.”

Bentley: “Carmelita! What just happened? You stopped talking all of a sudden and cursed and screamed for minutes!”

Carmelita: “Oh, um! A sandstorm started up suddenly and sand got in my mouth! Took too long for the storm to end and get the sand out.”

Bentley: “Ew! Sorry that happened. Well, if the Egg Golem is taken care of then return to the Safe house.”

JOB COMPLETE

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Hiding in Plain Sight

Take recon photos of the inside of the mansion

Listen in on Fang’s conversation

Steal the canes back.

*Slytunkhamen and Espio arrives at the front doors of the mansion.*

Bentley: “Alright, Slytunkhamen and Espio. From what Sonic saw the last time, the mansion is very well lit and is almost impossible to sneak around in, especially since guards and pawns are now patrolling all over the place.”

Slytunkhamen: “Leave it to us, it shouldn’t be difficult at all for two stealthy folk!”

*They enter the mansion through the front door in their invisible state. Inside, they find the mansion full of spotlights and lasers and guards and pawns everywhere.*

Espio sneers “Geez, paranoid much?”

Slytunkhamen smirks. “He should be, since he’s got us to handle.” *He then remembers something. “I do admit, my skills aren’t perfected yet as I still need to find some shadows to recharge my Focus to continue my invisibility.”

Espio: “Remind me to help you with that.”

*The player then controls the two as they sneak their way through the mansion, taking pictures of things that can attract Fang’s attention to move him around the mansion. Soon they find themselves in the basement where Fang is busy talking to Eggman again, distracted.*

Fang is playing with Slytunkhamen’s canes. “Good news, Eggman! I’ve been able to download as much as I can from Slytunkhamen’s canes and his abilities from the robots that spotted him and am ready to download the info to you.”

Eggman: “Excellent! Hurry up and send it to me!”

*He sets down the canes on some holders and starts typing on his computer.*

Espio: “Hmm, how do we steal your canes back from him?”

*Slytunkhamen sees a generator producing electricity and gets an idea. He goes and switches it off and returns before Fang gets up to check on it.*

Fang: “What the? Grr, stupid generator...” * Gets up to turn it back on and returns to his seat and types on.*

Slytunkhamen: “Seems you got just enough time to swipe them away before he gets up to turn on the generator and then return.”

Espio: “I got it.”

*The player has Espio get into position and when he does, Slytunkhamen goes to switch off the generator. Fang gets up and the player has Espio grab the canes in the short amount of time. *

*The two then move to the exit to the room as Fang returns to the computer to type.*

Slytunkhamen takes his canes from Espio and looks at Fang. “Seems like Fang hasn’t noticed.”

Espio: “I don’t believe he pays attention to anything that isn’t a target.”

Slytunkhamen: “Hmmm…” *The two leave as the mission ends.*

JOB COMPLETE

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Bentley: “Alright, gang, it’s time we unleash our operation to capture Fang and save this town.”

*He brings up a slide of the inside of the factory and near the end, will draw an X over it.*

Bentley: “Tails and I will go with Blaze and Panda King to destroy the factory. Tails and I will make the machines go haywire so they cause quite a large amount of destruction and the Panda King and Blaze will finish it off. This should save us from having to fight a huge amount of pawns, leaving him without an army.”

*The slide changes to the mansion exterior*

Bentley: “Meanwhile, Slytunkhamen and Espio will be luring Fang out of his mansion, so we can hopefully have a fair fight.”

*The slide changes to Fang, who gets x’s over his eyes near the end.*

Bentley: “Once outside, it’s up to Sly and Sonic to fight Fang and defeat him as Murray and Knuckles provide support. With luck, Fang should go down and this time will be saved from Eggman.”

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Operation: Desert Storm

Destroy the factory

Lure Fang out of his mansion

Defeat Fang

Bentley: “Alright guys, are you in position?”

*The others come in with various forms of yes.*

Bentley: “Good, then let’s roll out!”

*The player has Bentley, Tails, Panda King and Blaze enter the factory, where Bentley hacks the machines on, Tails shoots down conduits and other electric lines with his RC planes to make the machines go haywire, and Panda King and Blaze combine their strength to blast the machines apart.*

Bentley: “Alright! The factory is ruined! We’re leaving now, so it’s your turn, Slytunkhamen and Espio.”

*We move on over to the basements of the mansion with Slytunkhamen and Espio.*

Slytunkhamen: “Got it.”

*The player has Espio and Slytunkhamen stay invisible as they ring various bells and other noisy objects to lure Fang out of the mansion.*

Slytunkhamen, once the two make it outside first.* “Alright, it’s your guy’s turn.”

Sonic: “You got it!”

*Fang comes outside the mansion and comes face to face with Sly, Sonic, Knuckles and Murray.*

Fang: “Ah, you fools decided to play it smart and turn yourself in, eh?”

Sly: “Hah, you wish.”

Fang: “No matter, let me just-” *He looks over towards the factory, to see it in ruins.* “You… you destroyed my factory…”

Knuckles: “Not so tough now that you don’t have an army to do your dirty work.”

Fang, instead of looking scared, gives a smirk. “Hmph, I don’t need an army to get what I want.” *He whistles and in less than a second, a strange yellow and blue machine with boosters on the side comes flying by his side.* “All I need is my girl, the Marvelous Queen, and my trusty cork guns.” *He gets on the Marvelous Queen.* “See if you can catch me, fools, and so you don’t feel lonely…” *He shoots an alarm with his cork guns to call guard to their position before speeding away.*

Sonic shakes his head. “Has he forgotten that I can go the speed of sound already?”

Murray: “I think you and Sly should chase after him. Knuckles and I can handle the guards.”

Sly: “Sounds like a good plan, Murray.” *He piggybacks onto Sonic and they race off after Fang.*

*The player now has to go on a chase after Fang, avoiding the various objects scattered about that will slow Sonic down. Also, watch out for Fang shooting corks at you to hurt you as well. Once Sonic is close enough, he has to jump to hit the Marvelous Queen to make it crash into the ground. Once that happens, Fang will be knocked off into the intersection of a street nearby.*

Fang: “Damn you, Sonic! How dare you hurt my girl!” *He starts shooting at Sonic, ignoring Sly.*

Sonic: “Now’s your chance, Sly! Get him while he’s distracted.”

Sly: “Right.”

*The player has to sneak Sly around behind Fang without alerting him, and once close enough, smack away at Fang with his cane. Once Fang takes enough damage, he’ll hurry over to his Marvelous Queen to set it up again and fly off once more.*

Fang: “DAMN YOU FOOLS!”

*Sly returns to Sonic’s back to repeat this process 3 more times until Fang gets knocked out.*

Fang: “You fools… you don’t even know what Eggman is up to…”

JOB COMPLETE

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Outro Cutscene:

Sly, narrating: “It took a bit more effort than expected, but we’ve managed to defeat Fang and destroy Eggman’s factory, freeing Ancient Egypt from his influence. We tossed Fang back into Sonic’s world, being sure the authorities there would take care of him, and went to plan out our next move. This Dr. Eggman though… How does he know about my family. And what does he have in mind for us? Can’t have anything to do with wanting to wipe us out like Clockwerk and Le Paradox since there’s no way he has a personal agenda against us. Well, whatever is going on, at least we got the rest of the gang and some new allies to fight against him!”

Next Time: Hope you remembered to put on your kilts for a Scotland trip! (And some underwear for decency.)

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The Trash Man’s Mystery Height (Aka: The Height Ref) ((AKA Aka: Too Much Time On My Hands))

TAGS BECAUSE I’M PROUD AND WANT PEOPLE TO SEE THIS: @wrathwritesthings @themissimmortal @hypaalicious @louisvuittontrashbags

SO, this question has always bugged me? Is Ardyn tall or short? Or a nice inbetween? Now in actuality it’s never been a doubt in my mind that Ardyn is at least six feet, but that still begs the question, how many inches do I need to shave off or add? Welp, let’s take a look, shall we?

(HERE GOES MY ATTEMPT AT BEING DEDUCTIVE.)

I would like to introduce you to height template number one of this little journey, this is the official heights of all four main men in FFXV, down to the Centimeters, I also added a pixel wide bar to show from Prompto to Gladio just how much shorter Prom is than Gladdy, which frankly surprised me, I honestly expected there to be a bigger height difference than that, what with how much of a behemoth Gladio is, and yet Prom comes up to just below Gladios jawline.

Now that you have some perspective on how short (or not short) our sweet muffin turns out to be, lets take a look at some screenshots I got while meticulously searching through letsplays and speedruns of the game, starting with: Episode Prompto.

Soooooo.... correct me if I’m wrong, but that’s a big fucking height gap right there, isn’t it?

Here, lets’s take a little measurement:

Return of the angry red measurement line: The tip of Proms beanie manages to reach the weird frilly bit on his seven billion layers of clothing. Things to take into consideration: Prom is leaning forward, Ardyn is mid movement, Ardyn has his head tilted down to look condescendingly at Prompto. In general it’s a good gist of their respective heights but there are things to consider before making it the Magnum Opus on his height.

Blue is where the tip of the beanie starts, red is where I think I can’t stress enough I only THINK his head would start, give or take a few pixels in width, Ardyn is tilted to the side and in this image the red bar is below his jawline, they aren’t moving as much but they also aren’t facing each other, something to (again) take into account.

Now for the great pain: We all know that Prom is the shortest, so what’s above is almost moot in finding out specifically how tall this guy is, therefore I’ll move to the next extreme, the tallest guy we know. Gladio.

Fair warning; some of these pics are very blurry because I was going through and finding individual frames that I thought looked best for this. Almost all of these are at weird angles and just in general kinda bad.

Lets start with this one here, in Galdin Quay:

Gladio is VERY close to the camera (for example, Prompto’s (who is next to him in this scene) head alone takes up the entire screen for a moment), and yet Ardyn still manages to keep up height next to him, but this is a bad angle and can make everyone look way taller or shorter than they really are, lets move on:

This is the next frame after Ardyn walks past them, it’s the closest I could get Ardyn next to Gladio and the guys, and as I said before: He holds his height against Gladio. And an argument could be made But he’s wearing large boots! Yes, I’ll give you that, but I counter with this: Gladio, the man who frequently gets into battles, who loves to go camping and hiking, prooooooobably isn’t wearing flip-flops, so the height difference there is so slight it’s pointless.

Let’s move on: The Lestallum Scene!

Here’s the only good frame I could get of Cutscene!Ardyn next to Gladio, and personally: I think it says a lot: They’re pretty close to each other, Gladio’s posture is mostly straight whereas Ardyn is bent in a funky way toward Prom and Noct (who look about as big as children here) and yet... He’s still pretty damn tall next to Gladio. Once again boots/shoes are not going to be playing a part in this and a thick trench coat and hood is not gonna make him gain inches in height, or any height at all, really. 

So for the next and final big gripe: Cutscene models and live models’ heights have a tendency to differ WILDLY in this game, making incredibly tall people seem short and incredibly short people seem tall, I personally think that Cutscene body types should be regarded as the “real” character sizes, but for the sake of thoroughness, I got some while they’re walking around too:

This photo is meh, it catches a general feel for their height and it’s pretty amusing. This is Ardyn, he covers his face with his own name and doesn’t like standing. But yeah, he’s mid step and still about as tall as Gladio who hasn’t moved yet.

NEXT. The Big Kicker:

It’s blurry, but they’re right next to eachother. Ardyn is moving just slightly and is the exact same- if not taller- height than Gladio, he’s not a short dude.

And so, for my final height model, I present this:

The general height I think Ardyn is: one or two cm taller than Gladdy.

So how tall should I say he is???: I don’t know exactly. These are all eyeballing guesses at his height, he really could be a lot shorter than Gladio, or he could be a seven foot tall man-giant. It’s all up to you and your own preference, if big Daddy Gladdy is still the reigning Height King, then go Gladdy! If you think that Ardyn as become The Usurper of more than one throne, then daaaaamn congrats Ardyn you’re a big dude!

IN CONCLUSION: I hope this helps people trying to understand the stature of their beloved characters and trash man. Cya guys later! -Jo

((EDIT: Fucking tunglr posted this before I finished it so NOW it’s done.))

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FIVE TIMES DASHCON DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY (AND ONE TIME HE DID)

So, due to the Fight Back Fic Auction @fightbackfic​ and a generous donation to the Trussell Trust (feed the hungry), this happened. It’s Dashcon/Fyre Festival slash. You’re welcome.

You can read it on AO3 if you’d rather.

Persons of a nervous disposition may be reassured that there are no ball pits in the following narrative.

It was three pm on an overheated Tuesday, and Dash just wanted a frappucino. He'd barely made it out of bed this morning, had spent an hour dicking about on his phone without reaching the end of Tumblr or sitting up, and he just wanted a coffee milkshake with a lot of ice and syrup in it, but the barista at the fancy coffee shop was looking at him like he'd asked for a bowl of slugs.

“We don't sell those,” she said, the implied sweetie, this should be obvious ringing clear. “If you're looking for something cold, I can recommend the affogato.”

Dash was already kicking himself. He shouldn't have come in here. He should have known from the atmosphere that it wasn't for him – from the artfully worn wooden tables and the way the menu said 4.5 where any normal place would have put $4.50. “What – what is that?”

“It's vanilla ice cream topped with a shot of espresso.” The barista was still smiling at him, like a particularly unimpressed dragon might smile. He didn't like espresso.

“Um, I'll have, uh, could I just get a latte, please? With two shots of caramel syrup?”

Her smile didn't waver. “I'm afraid we don't stock syrup.”

“Oh. Then just the latte?”

“Coming right up.”

Dash fumbled in his back pocket for the right change. The right change made things go faster and then he could sit down and wait for his face to stop burning. He had a five crumpled up from sitting on it and he tried to smooth it out unobtrusively before the barista came back and he had to hand her a creased bill and coins warm from his body heat. The latte cost twice as much as he expected. He really should have just gone to Starbucks.

He sat down with his coffee. He stood up again. No syrup, okay, but he couldn't drink it plain. There had to be sugar in here somewhere, right? They couldn't only cater to people who liked it bitter? No coffee shop was that purist, right?

There was sugar. It was brown and came in rough craggy lumps. Dash had to walk all the way to the end of the counter to fetch it, past the barista who was wiping down the counter with all-recyclable natural brown paper towels. She stared at him.

She wasn't the only one. The guy in the corner was watching him, must have been watching the whole ordeal, with a grin Dash did not want to like, but which brought out dimples and made his eyes crinkle just a little bit. He was perfectly blond and perfectly turned out, his hair tousled in the way that said both I woke up like this and I spent three hours getting the perfect look. Dash never spent three hours getting the perfect look. He rarely spent three minutes. He kept glancing over at the blond guy while he sipped his still-bitter coffee, and the blond guy kept smirking at him, and Dash thought he would quite like to die.

It was one am on a Saturday, and Dash definitely wanted to die. He had a deadline next week, really shouldn't have come out at all, but the club only had one Gay Night a month and he hadn't managed to get out to one yet, so his friends had nagged him into going with them. They'd since vanished, whether with each other or with hookups he wasn't sure, but either way Dash was stuck propping up the wall of this very dark, very loud place and wishing he had someone to split a cab home with.

“Buy you a drink?”

Dash said, “No, thank you,” automatically, before he clocked who was speaking to him.

“Probably for the best, I don't think they do fraps here, either.”

The man from the coffee shop was leaning on the wall beside him, with a tilt in his hips that made it look stylish and his hair slicked back with gel. His shirt was all black mesh and latex panels and Dash shouldn't be trying to see his nipples but he was. The guy grinned at him. “You're cute. You got a name?”

“Dash. Dashel, technically.”

“I'm Fire. With a y.”

“Wow. Your parents were even worse than mine.”

“Hey,” Fyre said reproachfully, “I like my name. Do you dance, Technically Dashel, or should we just get out of here?”

“I – uh – buh - “ Dash said. “Um?”

Fyre patted him on the arm. “Okay. You got your phone on you?”

“Uh-huh?” Dash handed it over in a daze. Fyre typed something in and showed it to him. Phone number.

“This is me,” Fyre said. “I'm going to go dance. Call me, find me, whatever.”

Dash stayed on the wall for a long time watching Fyre's hips shake, and then he drank a glass of ice water and crossed the dance floor.

It was nine am on a Saturday, and Dash had a headache. That was the first thing he noticed, before he opened his eyes, that somehow he'd got the hangover without any of the drinking beforehand. His hair had wrapped around his face in the night and he peeled it away, grimacing. He was lucky it hadn't tried to strangle him.

There was a noise from the other side of the bed.

Dash froze for a moment, his whole mind going blank. It couldn't be the cat. He hadn't had a cat for the last five years.

He flipped over like a well-greased pancake and stared at Fyre, glowing golden in the morning light. He had one arm tucked behind his head, already posing, and Dash could vividly recall what the rest of him looked like, under the artfully draped sheet.

“Morning,” Fyre said. “Did you sleep well?”

“Oh. Oh. You're… not a dream?”

Fyre smiled. It was slow and rather predatory. Dash would fight a tiger to keep that smile turned on him. A really angry tiger. “I'm real. And you're real, and it's far too early to get up on a Saturday.”

“But we're both awake,” Dash said, and immediately felt very stupid.

They fell asleep again afterwards.

It was seven pm on a Thursday and Dash hadn't heard from Fyre all week, except to set up this date – was date the right word? Was he allowed to use that word? He felt like maybe that word was a bit ambitious, given what Fyre looked like, namely a bronzed Greek god with piercing blue eyes and a devastating smile, and what Dash looked like, namely a particularly scruffy Muppet. He could maybe be the awkward librarian that Fyre flirted with on the way to break hearts and save the world, but he clearly couldn't be the boyfriend.

Anyway, Fyre wasn't exactly late, because he'd said they should meet up to get a drink before dinner and their reservation wasn't until half past, and Dash had a feeling that the smooth thing to do would be to go and sit down at the bar like he owned it and order something in a tone of cool confidence, but the only time Dash had been smooth was as a teenager when he'd stolen his sister's razor and his legs had felt very strange for a week. So instead of that, he was sitting on the plinth of a statue, wishing Fyre would turn up and whisk him inside.

He felt even stupider when Fyre did arrive, and swept confidently into the restaurant expecting Dash to be in there already. He had to scurry in after him and tap him on the arm before he noticed Dash and took off his shades. “There you are,” he said, in a voice as warm as his name. “You look like you could use a drink. Long day?”

Dash made his routine work annoyances sound much worse, just to avoid admitting he'd been nervous. He managed to sound like he had an opinion on his cocktail, so that was something, and Fyre didn't seem to realise that he'd spent his whole lunch break frantically Googling cocktails to find one he might actually like. Coffee and vodka had seemed like a safe bet and he'd said “Espresso martini” on the first attempt.

It was a little like being in a cutscene. Fyre would ask him something and Dash would try to sound friendly or interested or interesting, and out of his mouth would pop a random sentence that didn't at all match the option he’d meant to select. Fyre had something very clear and strong-looking, with ice and lemon and some kind of herb all piled into the glass, and he sipped it much slower than Dash drank his and didn't look confused about where to put his hands. Dash hated him suddenly, for his perfect hair and his smile and his manners. He'd probably had lessons in small talk. Dash said “So, what do your parents do?” and that carried them through to the appetisers.

The gentle jazz piano didn't help at all with the unreality. Dash picked at his goat's cheese tart and wondered aloud if it was really supposed to taste that much like goat, and Fyre laughed and told him he was adorable. Dash let him order after that. It seemed easier. Fyre sent his steak back twice, once for being too cooked, once too rare. Dash could hardly fathom spending that much on a meal in the first place, let alone wasting it. He worked dutifully through his unexciting side salad and didn't mention the prices. Fyre had promised he'd pay. Dash hadn't even had to ask. It would be fine.

Fyre leaned over the table while they were waiting for dessert and took Dash's hand. Dash looked up at his smiling face and tried to find his missing vocal chords.

“I've got an idea,” Fyre said conspiratorially, before Dash could cobble something together about how nice the evening had been. “Just follow my lead, okay?”

He flagged down a waitress, still holding Dash's hand on the table top, and looked up at her through his lashes. “Hi. No, no, everything's fine, thank you, everything's been great. It's just – it's our anniversary.”

Dash sat up straight, his mouth falling open, and Fyre squeezed his hand hard. “So I was just wondering – could you ask the pianist to play something for us? Something romantic? Oh, thank you so much, that's very kind of you. Thank you. Oh, we will, and I hope you have a nice evening as well. Thanks.”

He settled back in his chair and winked at Dash, finally letting his hand go. “We won't be paying for that steak, you wait and see.”

“Oh,” Dash said. He looked over at the pianist, who inclined his shaved head very solemnly and started playing something almost parodically sweet. “That's smart, I guess. You could have warned me.”

“You wouldn't have reacted right if I had. That little shy shocked face was perfect, I wouldn't have missed that for the world.”

“Thanks,” Dash said, and tried to see if their desserts were being brought yet.

The bill had twenty percent knocked off, and Fyre didn't tip.

It was midnight on a Wednesday, and Dash was staring at himself in the mirror. The shadows under his eyes weren't softened a bit by Fyre's bathroom, all steel and white tile. His mouth tasted thick and unpleasant. He should have brought a toothbrush with him. He should have gone home for a change of clothes first.

“I'm going to go home,” he said abruptly.

“What? Baby, come on,” Fyre said, lifting his head up in bed. “Don't just cut and run, give a man some romance.”

Dash wasn't an expert, but he thought romance probably had more reciprocation in it, and not taking him places that made him feel stupid, and not laughing at him when he was just trying to explain about amatonormative microaggressions and how Fyre shouldn't assume he was attracted to men just because they were having sex - “No, I'm just going to go,” he said. “I have work tomorrow.”

“I'll get you a cab.”

“You mean you'll order a cab.”

“That's what I said.”

“What am I supposed to wear? You dragged me all the way out here and I don't even have a shirt for work. I'm going home, Fyre.”

Fyre looked him up and down in exactly the way he wished Fyre wouldn't, because it made him shiver and blush. “It's your call, baby.” Fyre said. “You know you're always welcome right here.”

“Yeah,” Dash said, his mouth suddenly dry. “I'm gonna. I think I'm going to head back.”

“Whatever you say, darling.”

It was five pm on a Tuesday and Fyre had finally texted him. He'd been ignoring Dash all weekend, or maybe Dash had been ignoring him, refusing to be the first one to break the silence. He wasn't going to be the needy one. He wasn't going to apologise.

Dash looked at the text – Your place or mine? Bring a clean shirt, and spent twenty minutes gnawing on his thumbnail and trying to make up his mind.

Fuck off, he sent back, and went to get himself a caramel frap with extra syrup.

[spazzbunn]

Blue Flames

(A Love/Drama One Shot on Spazzie Bunnie [My OC] and BlackFire [My Boyfriend’s OC]) (Side Note: I’m did this because my writers block is ass and I love him so much and I need to get my story making self back on track. Am I proud of this random story for you all? Yes, Yes I am. Plus helps my creative insane brain :D) The early sunrise of morning in the land of Zootopia has been rising up from a couple of hours of when dawn had just hit on the active utopia. In the inside of a light blue house that is settled onto the district of Tundratown and on Blizzard Street in the master bedroom lies on the bed a black furred fox covered in blankets. The luscious fox fur of his was from the tip of his ears red tips and slowly descend to having his upper body be the black colored. His lower body however slowly has turned into a faded gray and red to his legs to where his feet are nothing but amber. He was called by himself as the ‘Reverse Nick’. He didn’t care about others like Nick Wilde and any others. He only cared for a special mammal. It was his boyfriend bunny who lives with him who happens to be up livestreaming and playing Watch_Foxs 2. His boyfriend happens to be of a light blue almost looking of the color of Nuka Cola Quantum from their favorite game, Fallout: Zootopia, and happened to have dyed his fur to that color as it felt natural to him. The blue bunny happened to also have dark blue eyes and had nothing on him but a light black hoodie and dark gray beanie on him with black fingerless gloves he made by cutting the fingers of the gloves off with also purple lens and white aviators and had a doctors mask to both protect his identity and look cool. The black and red furred fox woke up to the sound of explosions and the silly bunny’s cheering as he was starting to enjoy his walkthrough live on Twig, a gaming community livestream. The fox slowly stretches his arms and legs to have his body crack their bones and have him get himself up and look at the mirror on the drawer that is beside the bed. “Phew. Still no bed head on you Mr. BlackFire.” He played off his morning like a pro and was in nothing but boxers. Fire simply opened his drawer to pull out a plain white t-shirt and pulled another drawer to pull out a pair of blue jeans. As he was putting the clothing on him he heard the sounds of laughter and rage and pure fun coming from the living room of his bunny which made him let out a small sigh and chuckle. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with Spazzie’s addiction but I love it at the same time.” the happy fox said as he got white socks and putted them on his feet. Fire was full of his fluffy warm black gray mixed fur which is one of the reasons he wanted to stay in Tunduratown. His other reason was because Spazzie loves the winter. Spazzie was the only thing he cared about in his life. Yes he had his family and friends but he always wanted to care for Spazzie as Spaz was like his own life. He didn’t want to leave him for a second. He was a protective fox who followed his instincts to protect his mate for life. He was starting to think for the few weeks since their anniversary was coming soon in a couple of days. “You know. Why do I act like a protective fox. Hell I act like dad.” He said while talking to himself in front of the mirror as he was checking at himself to make himself look presentable to the blue bunny. Spazzie was definitely not pregnant as he was both a male and a bunny. Mostly the male part as a bunny and fox mixed kit could happen but it wasn’t the point. He was always by Spazzie’s side 24/7 and never let him go. They wasn’t the perfect couple though, with fights happening from time to time due to their hormones and stress of their lives. They was both hoping that their anniversary was going to be the end of the fighting. It was time to grow up and time to act as adults. Fire took a breather before he opened the door and headed down to the hallway while closing the door from behind him. As he was heading into the lighted living room that was lighting due to the curtains being opened and letting the morning sun's rays light shine inside and illuminate the room for Spazzie to have lighting for his livestreaming. Fire walks over to the blue gaming bunny who was cheering and shouting in joy while sitting on the couch and avoiding the cops in the game with his hacking style. The fox boyfriend of Spazzie’s goes over to him and sits next to him to put a comforting arm around his bun. “Morning Spaz.” He said while Spaz pauses his game and looks at his Fire and does a happy tackle down on the couch to love up on him. “Morning my Firefox!” Spaz then burst into laughter from his unfunny but somewhat clever joke as he was too happy to come up with anything. “I see your jokes are still in that head of yours.” Fire said while Spaz got up and helped his fox up to lay his head on his fox’s shoulder to which he thin unpauses the game. “Well you gotta be to entertain your audience. Your people. Your stalkers to be.” Spaz giggled softly while Fire smirked and held onto him close. “Someone is a happy bunny today isn’t he?” He grins and then sneakily kisses Spaz’s cheek and it made the unnoticed bunny gasp almost like a girl as he was focused of the game. “A-ahh! Don’t do that babe!” The black and gray mixed fox snickered while his mate sighs and laughs softly to himself as he did think it was a clever sneak kiss in his insane blue head. “To answer your question, yes I am happy.” Fire looked at Spaz as his bunny was playing the game and causing chaos for fun while avoiding the police on a random sports bike he ‘borrowed’. “Oh really? Why is that?” Spazzie paused his game again and looked up to him with the fox knowing he had a grin on his face. “Cause of our anniversary coming soon.” They both cuddled up together while Spazzie’s livestream chat was blowing up with congrats to them and prayers and blessings and all in general positive words. Fire kept close to Spazzie like he was a magnet. Not once was Spazzie left alone and always had his fox protecting him and supporting him. They were like an inseparable chain that couldn’t be broken down and wasn’t wore out. It was rare for a couple in this generation to be together for almost 6 years and not break up and make up. The fights were nothing but ‘Forgive and Forget’ and they go back to their lives. The fox looked at his mate who had the sweet smell of vanilla on him. Was it his shampoo? Is it a scent meaning he’s sweetly happy? “What is happening to me? Why am I like this?” Fire thought to himself as he continued to watch his boyfriend finish the mission and with him having a smile underneath his doctors mask. Others couldn’t see that smile but Fire knew it was right there as he knew Spazzie too much. When the cutscene starts playing into the game Spazzie felt limp into Fire’s arms and dropped his controller while his soft ears and covered face rested on Fires chest and laid with him while Fire looks at him in both confusion and worry. “You ok Spaz?” He said with almost a worried tone to him before the bunny spoke to him without looking. “I’m fine honey. Don’t worry.” Spazzie said in what appears to be a lonesome and troublesome tone into his voice. That made Fire worried for him and have his ears slowly flop down as he starts to be sadden that his bunny love is also sad. Fire without any warning booped his nose on Spaz’s ear and his cold wet nose made Spaz shiver and then have his ears fold down and looks up at him with almost rage. “I said I’m fine. Ok?!” He almost shouted but then stopped and just only looked down to not show his face to him. Fire was scared but was trying to not release the anger out of him. Fire was known to be ‘I will attack if you attack’ type of predator. Fire was holding it in by slowly having calm thoughts about them two together and having take some breaths in and out while the blue depressed bunny looked down at the floor still. Spaz could feel the looks. Not from the audience from his livestream but it was all towards the thought of Fire and his pissed off eyes looking at him with anger and disappointment. He did nothing but try not to cry so that his fox wouldn’t look at him. Fire could see Spazzie’s breakdown of tears was close so he just sighed again but held him close. Spaz’s eyes opened up and tears were forming into his eyes as the fox then finally spoke after the somewhat long silence. “Spazzie, what’s wrong?” Spazzie couldn’t speak for a moment. His world felt like it was starting to break if he had no reason. No truth. No anything to show why he yelled. He had to confess and he wished himself luck. He took almost a deep breath and just looked down at his feet. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Ok Fire? I know I say that a lot but-”. He chocked a little as he was trying to speak with tears starting to drop unto the floor and continued. “I just can’t control myself. My anger. My yelling. My whole problem is me. Me! ME! ME!!!”. Spaz did nothing but cover his face with his hands and cry his waterworks on his aviators and little bit on his hands while Fire was looking and holding him still to comfort the heartbroken sad bunny. Spaz still letted himself cry while his black and gray heart warming fox still stayed by his side to make sure he was ok and to let him cry as he rubbed and gently pats his back and rubbed his ears and head. “Shhhhh. Let it all out Spazzie. Just know that throughout all of our fighting. Our yelling. Our outbursts. I still love you and I do blame myself for starting some of them.” Spazzie slowly stopped sobbing and lifted his aviators slightly and wiped his tear filled eyes away to put the glasses back on and finally look up at the slightly blurry image of Fire as he tried to stop crying to see his love in full clear image in his eyes. “I don’t say it. I just. I just get so angry and I want to play the cool fox after we get done fighting.” The talking and almost to tears fox was close to crying but Spaz gently grabbed his hand and nodded to let him finish his sentence. “I just don’t want anymore fighting baby. I hate it more than you hate it and I’m sorry I start some of them and never take up for it. I’m sorry.”. He hugged Spazzie tightly and Spaz had to lightly hug him back as his arms were being pressed against his body and having little movement in him. Fire couldn’t stop crying and having his wet warm tears fall on his bunny's shoulder as he also kept apologizing for his actions. Spaz then had his turn of rubbing and patting the back and rubbing and massaging the head and ears of his fox while Fire starts sobbing and sniffing to stop the tears coming out of his eyes. Spaz gently kissed the top of his head where his big ears lightly rubbed against Fire’s ears before Spaz slowly pulls away and lets go of him to place his warm soft hands with the gloves on him on the sniffling fox’s cheeks. “Fire. You know that even though we argue like kids, which we are still, know that I love you with all of my bunny heart.” Fire’s eyes only looked at the shades that was reflecting on a handsome sad tears stained on cheeks fox while Spaz gently removed his hands off of him and let out a sad depressed sigh. Fire was panicking on why he did that again. Was it going to start again? Could my fox heart handle him? It was all going through his mind while his eyes watched something differently. Spazzie removed his black colored hoodie to reveal a purple t-shirt on him with then having to remove his gloves to reveal his naked hands lewdly like a sassy bunny. The poor fox stood there before this odd bunny then has his eyes focus more on the hands grabbing on the bunny's gray and black looking beanie to slide it up like his ears were arms and to reveal that the inner part of his ear is a light pink. Fire wanted to say something but he couldn't. He was too much in shock as to why Spazzie was doing this. In front of the livestream. He knew that Spaz liked to keep secrets and be mysterious but it all changed his mind as the bunny in front of him had taken off the aviators to stare him deep into his dark orange browned mixed eyes and having it be dark blue eyes that are darker than his blue dyed colored fur be only in the fox’s view. There was one more thing left about Spazzie. His doctors mask. Spaz believed if he can be mysterious then he would be cool and hip. Also because of his love for dress up. Fire just kept staring in shock and awe with Spazzie having both of his hands go up to his ears to have them flop down to let the strings of the mask slowly slide off. The world was not in motion for them. It felt as if time was gone and it was only the fox and bunny left in this world. The mask slowly came off and lightly it fell down to the floor. It revealed the face of a blue color dyed bunny with a small cute pink little nose that made Fire’s face and feelings have a hopeful feeling. Fire was actually smiling in front of him. His boyfriend. His best mammal to ever exist in his lifetime. “I love you, that I want to show my love for you. No secrets hidden. I have depression yes, and other things wrong with me, but I am sorry that they ruined our lives. I am saying it face to face right now with you because I want you in my life. I need my one true love by my side in marriage and throughout my life. Damn it Fire, I just. I love-”. His words stopped as he couldn’t feel his lips move. His lips were being pressed against by Fire’s own lips with his head tilted on the side to deepen the kiss and wanting to make it as romantic as possible. Spazzie showed no sign of caring for a romantic kiss. He wanted a passionate lovers embrace kiss. He wrapped his arms around his lover fox’s neck while Fire did the same thing to Spazz as well to deepen their kiss. To deepen their love. The world still felt as if the it was frozen and only in their heads as the chat of the livestream gets filled the fans screaming out love and spamming the chat with emoticons and many loves and wishes towards the couple. The two lovers slowly pulled away from each other as they both look into their eyes. They say their words off their minds they go back to their passionate kissing with ease and their hearts beating almost in rhythm. “I love you, my loving foxy Fire.” “I love you too, my wonderful bunny Spazzie.”