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Choi Subong "Thanos" - Hein ?

Warning : death, blood, drugs, sexual flirting (?)

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “reader being from outside Korea, so he doesn't speak it very well and only understands small phrases in Korean. So after somehow ending up in the Squid game (maybe the salesman speaks multiple languages 🧍‍♂️idk-) and almost understanding nothing and asked the guards if they knew English (doesn't mean they have to be from England) and that's how he got like a guard that translations for him and in the second game he meets thanos and they get along pretty well since yk thanos speak a bit English and they become friends” -anon

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : bold is in English // I made the reader French because I could -> French translations at the end obviously. // 5k words

You suddenly woke up to music in a room with what seemed like hundreds of people. Some were already walking around, others slowly emerging, still in bed.

Everyone was wearing a green tracksuit with numbers on them. You looked around and saw a screen by the wall. On it was written both in English and Korean the numbers of people: 456.

Did ddakji guy really approach 456 people ? That’s dedication. You were impressed.

You got out of bed and climbed down, walking with the others, looking at everyone surrounding you. You quickly felt like the odd one out, only blending in thanks to your clothes.

You could hear a few of them speak but you didn’t understand. You guessed it was to talk about this place and the people in it.

Then a group of men in pink came in. Each one had a mask on their face with a circle on it, except one, with a square.

It’s the square that spoke.

You managed to understand the grand lines of his speech. Welcome, 6 games 6 days, money.

But that was it. As people asked questions, you were left wondering what they were talking about. They seemed to be frustrated about something. This place or their hidden identities you guessed.

A young girl showed her jacket, talking about the ugly color, quickly followed by a man talking about shoes. Another man spoke, talking about coin. Crypto money ?

Woah. Your heart was beating fast, stress getting to you. They were all Korean people speaking Korean and you barely understood a thing.

The square clicked on a remote, the screen now playing videos of people being slapped while playing ddakji. He spoke at the same time, saying their name, age, occupation and the amount of debts they had. He stopped at the one who’s debts was 10 billion won.

Everyone murmured, looking for the guy with that much debt.

Number 100 yelled something that everyone seemed to agree with ? Or be impressed by. You weren’t sure.

The square began talking again, and shakily you raised your hand.

“Excuse me.” You interrupted him, making him stop. “Could you… English… talk ?”

You felt everyone’s eyes on you, wondering why someone was talking in a broken Korean. You sighed, getting frustrated to find your words.

“I don’t speak Korean. The ddakji guy told me someone would translate everything in English for me ? I have no idea what’s going on. Please ?”

There was a moment of silence before the square turned to one of the circles, making a sign to one of them. The circle guy to his right walked into the crowd before waiting by your ladder for you to climb down.

You quickly urged, nearly tripping on your way down.

As the square continued to speak, the circle repeated everything in English, his strong Korean accent making it a bit hard to understand certain words. Thankfully he was speaking slowly, either so you could comprehend everything or because he himself was struggling with English.

You asked him your questions, both exchanging quietly while everyone was focused on the square.

You didn’t notice that a man was staring at you two in interest.

Then the lights were turned off and a giant piggy bank made of glass or plastic came down from the ceiling.

You choked on your saliva when your translator told you the amount you could win at the end of the 6 games.

“How much ?” You coughed out, surprised. The things you could do with all that money. “45.6 billion won ? Putain, ça fait combien en euros ?”

Your translator continued doing his job, talking each time someone asked questions.

“A vote ? To leave ?” You scoffed. “Who’s stupid enough to want to leave ?” You laughed.

You stepped into a big field, it looked like it was outside and inside at the same time, yet you could still see the sunny sky.

You walked around aimlessly. Then you stopped. Was someone rapping ?

“I like you.” A purple haired man said, making a heart with his fingers to a girl.

Oh my god. Someone speaks English ! You felt so excited, you could finally talk normally with someone ! Wait- was it the only sentence he knew ? Because it’s pretty known but he’s your age so he should know some English, right ?

Maybe you wouldn’t need that circle with you ?

Then the doors closed loudly, startling everyone. The circle walked to you. A voice began speaking and he translated the rules of the game to you.

Then, he left.

Number 456 went to the front and began screaming something. You just understood he talked about dying. Dying ? Like losing ? Dying in game ?

The game started and let’s say you quickly understood why people would want to leave.

The girl who was being flirted with was dead, blood seeping out of her forehead, and the people who had rushed to the doors to leave were all dead too.

By some miracle, no one had pushed you or made you move. Your heart was pounding. Though your face did not move you let out a nervous chuckle, eyes scanning the people around you. You should hide behind someone.

But it seemed everyone had that idea, or maybe 456 yelled it to them, because quickly, lines were made, everyone hiding behind each other.

Somehow you made it out alive. Eyes wide as you breathed loudly, shaking. It was… weird.

You’ve never been one to enjoy horror or stressful situations. Yet, you felt so scared and so alive at the same time. Was it the adrenaline ?

You couldn’t stop fidgeting on your way back to the dorm, struggling to calm down. Bouncing with each step you took.

You sat down in the dark, still shaking until the lights were on again. Quickly pink men entered the room, armed. You froze while other people moved back, hiding behind others and by the beds.

A circle approached you, the closer he got the bigger your eyes widened. Fuck. He was here to finish you. Shit, shit, shit.

You flashed him a big nervous smile, ready to beg for your life. But he just stood there.

You slowly calmed down.

The square began talking, and so the circle translated as the screen updated itself, from 456 to 365 people remaining.

A woman and who you guessed to be her son walked to the front, seemingly begging to be spared. Quickly more followed, kneeling, crying out.

“Can you translate what they’re saying ?” You asked the circle, but he just looked at you. You stared back at him, waiting for an answer. “Well ?”

But again, he said nothing. You sighed.

The square hit a button on his remote and the piggy bank appeared again, lights dimming out as money fell into it by stacks.

Oh putain.

You walked closer to see better, though it barely made a difference. So much money. You could leave Korea with that.

No one was hiding anymore, everyone was subjugated.

The circle quickly found its way next to you again to translate as the square explained how much money was in the piggy.

9.1 billion won in total ? 24,931,500 won each ? You need your phone to convert it to euros. It seems a lot but… Where the fuck is it ?

“How much is it ? In euros ?” You asked the circle who stayed once more silent. “Connard.” You whispered, crossing your arms.

Although you didn’t know how much 20 million won was in euros, you knew it wasn’t enough to get rid of your debts. You barely listened to the translation, you had already understood that to get more, you had to play one more game.

Or actually, a couple more.

You sighed, bending down as you hit your knee in frustration, cursing. Could you really go through it again ?

Quickly, a big present like machine was installed to the front of the room, right before the square. Two buttons on it.

456 was the first to vote. Choosing X and standing on the X side of the room, under everyone’s stare. It was long and slow, some people hesitated.

Came your turn.

You stood there, before the two buttons. You turned around to look at the circle. Could he… help you choose ? You really needed the money but also your life was pretty much important to you as well.

You raised one hand in the air, still thinking, channeling your luck to choose the right button.

“Heh, fuck it we ball.” You said with a nervous chuckle, letting your hand fall on the O. You took the blue patch they gave you before standing with other Os.

You tried hyping yourself up each time someone voted blue. But both sides were following each other, no clear winner leading the vote.

Then you saw the man with purple hair, 230, rushing to vote O without hesitating. You squeezed your fist, smiling. You really needed to get your hands on him. You could use someone to talk to in this shitty place.

But as he put his patch on, 456 intervened.

You looked at the circle, who stayed silent.

“Oh come on ! You’re not gonna translate this ?” You whined, sighing. “It could be really important.”

So you watched, helpless, as 456 continued talking, people began arguing back and forth against one another. Was it about the vote ? They talked about dying and being scared, seemingly begging the others to vote the right thing. Quickly, everyone was yelling at one another but 456 made everyone shut up.

You just stared, confused.

“What did he say ? What did he say ?”

Then someone asked him a question, 456 replied more quietly this time.

“Oh, come on. I want to know ! Can you really not translate ?” You asked the circle, but once again you were met with silence. You learned that some people really had a punchable face. Even when you couldn’t see them.

Then the purple haired man walked to 456, pointing at him as he spoke. He had a weird way of walking. Was it confidence ? Do you walk like that when you’re confident ?

100 seemed to agree with whatever he said and quickly the purple man made everyone cheer to vote O, wanting to play one more game.

As the Xs argued back, 456 went to those who hadn’t voted yet but he was quickly stopped by an armed triangle, keeping him on the X side of the room before the vote could continue.

It’s almost as if their exchange did nothing, there was still no clear winner. Your heart was thumping in your chest, cheering each time someone voted O.

It was 182 to 182. 001’s vote could change everything. Go home or continue. You all watched him as he quickly walked to the front, everyone yelling which button to pick.

Then silence as he stopped before the machine. Was he hesitating ?

He moved his left hand. Shit. He’s gonna pick X. But then, on the screen, the O were now at 183 against 182.

You had won. You loudly cheered though you felt a pang of pity for the Xs. The circle left your side, walking out of the dorm.

Ah, you were on your own again.

Slowly everyone calmed down, sitting and resting by their beds in small groups as they pushed the voting machine out of the room.

Soon after, the pink men came back to give you food. You looked around, seeing everyone form lines to be served.

You were eating, looking around, trying to find people you could be talking to. Then you saw the purple haired man again. Sweet. You stood up, walking toward him before seeing him slap another person’s face with rice. You backtracked. Clearly this was not the right time.

You sat back down, focusing on your food as they fought two against one until 001 stood up.

He talked to them, probably asking them to stop. He mentioned mealtime ? They effectively stopped fighting, 230 walking toward 001 instead with the same confidence he had earlier during the vote.

Like everyone else you watched, curious as to how this was gonna end. Your eyes widened when 001 grabbed him by the throat, kicking 124 twice without breaking a sweat, sending him to the floor.

You couldn’t help but smile nervously. What the fuck was happening ?

Then 001 was standing above him, strangling him with one hand, his other one ready to throw another punch if needed. You all stared in silence.

You kinda hoped he would not kill him. You really could use another English speaker outside of that damned circle man.

You let out a relieved sight when 001 pulled away, the younger man coughing as he regained his breath, crawling away.

You decided to not befriend anyone today. Preferring to leave 230 alone for now.

That night, you couldn’t fall asleep. Too stressed about tomorrow’s game. Although red light, green light was an international game, you didn’t know if the others would be as well. What if you didn’t know the game you were gonna play ? Or didn’t understand the rules ? Could they show you how to play them ?

You turned and tossed in your bed, thinking, trying to think of all the games you had played in your childhood and the few Korean games you’ve heard of. You truly hoped they wouldn’t be too hard.

Morning came, music playing over the speakers to wake everyone up.

Armed triangles came in as a voice spoke. The circle from yesterday came to your ladder, waiting for you to get down.

“The second game will begin momentarily. Follow my instructions.”

You nodded, following him, feeling a bit… fuzzy. The lack of sleep combined with stress wasn’t really a great mix.

The circle walked behind you down the narrow corridors, and a few players tried to get him to tell them the next game. He stayed silent.

You arrived into a big room, sand covering the ground once more. Two big colored circles were taking half the space each with a white line and 6 numbers. A starting point.

“Une course ?” You thought aloud. Maybe racing in a potato bag ?

A voice spoke through the speaker and the circle translated. You had to form teams of 6 under 10 minutes.

Nice. You rolled your eyes.

“I guess you won’t help me translate to find a team ?” You asked the circle who this time answered by making an X with his arms. “Ah. Great.” You sighed, walking away from him to find someone who could help you.

You naturally thought about 230, trying to find his purple hair amongst the crowd.

But it’s him who found you first.

“Let’s play together.” He said, crossing his arms, 124 and 256 looking at him with a confused look.

You smiled.

“Finally someone who speaks English.” You could cry of joy. 124 asked him something, looking at you. 230 answered back. You tilted your head, having no idea what they were saying. Maybe they changed their mind ?

“What’s your name ?” 230 finally asked you.

“I’m [Name].”

“Woah.” He looked impressed, smiling. “So you’re really not from here ?”

You stared at him, blinking slowly ?

“Hein ?”

“Not Korean.” He said. He sounded a bit weird. Maybe he didn’t know English as much as you thought ?

You shook your head.

“I’m Thanos.” He waved his hands, raising them in the air in a weird… motion. Signing ? “Nice to meet you, bro.”

“Thanos ? Like…” You snapped your fingers dramatically. “Like the Marvel guy ?”

He smiled, giving you a nod. You looked at him, slightly confused. Was it a nickname ? Did they call him Thanos the first day when he appeared on that screen ? You couldn’t remember.

You looked at the two men behind him. Were they with him ? Did that make you a team of 4 ?

“It’s Namsu.” Thanos pointed to 124 then to 256. “Gyeongsu.” Then himself. “Thanos. Many ‘su’.”

You nodded slowly. Su ?

“It’s Namgyu.” 124 corrected.

You looked at the clock, you didn’t have much time.

“We need two more people.” You reminded them. Thanos looked around, and so did everyone until he walked away on his own with a smile, everyone following him.

“Señorita, excuse me.” He said to a young woman with rather short hair. You couldn’t help but smile. Was he gonna flirt again ? If the first one died, will she die too ? You hoped not, that couldn’t be very good for the team. “Let’s play the game together.”

“Why should I ?” She replied, curious.

“Don’t you know who he is ? Gyeongsu said. “He’s Thanos, the rapper.”

Ah, so it’s his stage name, not just a nickname. You nodded. Mouthing an ‘Okay’.

Thanos posed as Gyeongsu continued. Taking a lower voice as he imitated Thanos.

“I’m gonna kill half of humanity with my raps.”

You had no idea what he said, but it sounded… Cheesy ? Cheeky ? Unserious. You smiled, amused.

Namgyu seemed to disagree, talking about how she was a woman ? But Thanos ignored him.

“I, Thanos the great will protect you.”

“Right. Thanos.” Replied the girl. She too probably found the name… funny. You couldn’t agree more. “So you have all the Infinity Stones ?”

Were they gonna bond over Marvel ?

“Of course !” Thanos replied, showing her his colored nails before waving his hands in the air as he spoke. “I’m going to destroy anyone who gets in my way !” He took a step closer, continuing. “Just stick with me, and you’ll be safe. Okay ?”

This seemed to be going well ?

“But I already asked someone to join me.”

“No problem.” He said, rolling his R a bit too much. “Who is it ?”

She took a step to the side, revealing a smaller man. You looked at him, confused. Who was he ? Was he with her ?

Namgyu sighed, visibly displeased.

“What’s your name ?” Thanos asked. That, you understood.

“It’s Minsu.”

“He looks like a freaking dork.” Namgyu commented but Thanos stopped him again.

“What’s up ? Nice to meet you, my brother.” He said, grabbing his hand and side hugging him. “You’re cute. Come on.”

So he’s in the group too ? You’re a team of 6 now ?

“Six ?” You asked Gyeongsu, showing your fingers before giving him a thumbs up. He nodded.

“Six.”

You let out a happy sigh, patting his back as he smiled back at you.

“Have you heard of him ? From where you’re from ?” He asked.

Him ?

You stared at Gyeongsu and pointed to Thanos, tilting your head. Was he talking about him ?

He nodded.

“What ?”

He seemed to think for a moment, looking up and to the sides.

“Thanos… you know ? Outside Korea ?”

You shook your head, giving him a smile.

“Is he big ? Like really known ?”

It was his turn to look at you, trying to make sense of what you were saying.

“Idol ? Big… celebrity ?” You asked, still pointing at Thanos.

He shook his head before shrugging, visibly unsure.

“Hum… Television. Rap battle. Second place.”

“Oh really ? Damn.” You looked at Thanos, impressed. He was a finalist ? He must be pretty good.

“Lyrics…” Gyeongsu continued before making a X with his arms.

“What ?”

“Mistake.” He finally added. “Forgot.”

“Oh. Oh, he lost because he forgot his lyrics ?”

He looked up, thinking before nodding.

You grimaced. Not cool.

“You’re a fan ?”

“Fan ? Yeah ! He… really cool !” He gave you two thumbs up. You chuckled. It was almost cute.

“So you’re living a fan’s dream, huh ? Hanging out with him ?”

“Dream ?”

“You…” You pointed at him and then at Thanos. “Thanos… friends.” You said, holding your hands together. “A dream come true.”

“Ah,” He placed his hands before himself, chuckling nervously. “No, not friends. Just fan.”

“Frieeends.” You laughed. “Now. You two. Friends.” You said with a nod, patting his shoulder.

The timer beeped and the voice over the speakers spoke again. The circle guy quickly went next to you to translate what was being said. You sat down by groups, next to one another inside the big circles on the ground.

Thanos was swaying side to side next to you. You side eyed him, he seemed weirdly relaxed.

Your translator was sitting next to you, explaining the rules of the game. There’s going to be 6 of them, actually. Ddakji, flying stone, gonggi, spinning top, rock, paper, scissors with a twist and jegi.

Oh god. You only knew ddakji and rock, paper, scissors and you hated it. You were never good at playing that game quickly, and had never played with both hands.

“You guys pick.” Thanos quietly said.

“What ?” You asked him.

“Pick.”

Pick ? He didn’t care what he could get ? That left you with a chance to not get rock, paper, scissors.

They all quickly spoke amongst themselves. You turned to the circle guy, grimacing, mentally telling him to help you understand them. But he stayed still.

“Putain de connard de merde.” You said a bit loudly, shaking your fist in frustration, gaining the attention of your group.

You looked back at them with pleading eyes.

“Not…”

“You’ll do rock, paper, scissors with a twist.” Said Namgyu.

Any ounce of confidence you had fell right into the deepest ends of the earth.

You looked defeated at the circle.

“This is your fault, fucking bitch.”

You looked back at your group, still quickly chatting amongst themselves.

Thanos looked at you with a smile, giving you a thumbs up. You weakly gave him two thumbs up in return.

“You got this.” He said.

You nodded, smiling nervously. At least he was optimist ?

“On va tellement crever…” You planted your face in your hands. “Fils de… pute.” You whined.

As the first two teams were called, your translator stood up and walked away.

“Let’s get it ! Whooo !” Thanos yelled, raising his fist right as the square shot in the air, signaling the start of the race.

You tried to watch, but it was so stressful you ended up hiding your face behind your hands. Occasionally peeking.

6 minutes ? Could you really do all the mini games in under 6 minutes ? One minute each ?

“Hey.” You elbowed Thanos, gaining his attention. “Why did you want me in your team ?”

He frowned, thinking.

“Don’t know.” He replied with a shrug, still jamming to an imaginary song.

You looked at him with a surprised expression.

“What do you mean you don’t know ? You didn’t stop and think I could be a burden because I barely know any Korean games ? The fuck is gonggi ? Jegi ?”

He stared at you, silent. You guessed it was too much English in one sentence for him.

“I… not know Korean games good.” You spoke in a broken Korean.

“It’s okay. He translates.” He replied, pointing at the circle guy by the wall. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t… do ? Rock, paper, scissors with a twist. Don’t do.”

He stared at you.

“Never ?”

You shook your head.

“It’s the same. Just… one more hand.”

“Yeah but you have to think fast, and do it three times in a row. Dude, I never played like that !”

He patted your back gently, hand resting there.

“Don’t worry. Nothing will happen.”

“Did you forget about the guns ?”

“Guns ?”

Oh my god. You rubbed your forehead. What the fuck was he on ?

“Can you help me play it ? Training ?”

Then suddenly you heard multiple gunshots, both teams laying on the ground, lifeless. Fuck.

You quickly looked back at Thanos.

“Please, please, please, please, please.” You urged, clasping your hands together in a begging manner. You were giving him your wettest puppy eyes ever.

Thanos sighed, cracking his neck before finally agreeing. He placed his hands before you, waiting for you to do the same to play with you.

It was absolutely catastrophic. The more you played the more lost you were. Who was winning ? Was he even counting ? Why was he going so fast ? You kept confusing your left and right hands together, mixing them with his, miscalculating a lot. You rapidly began playing randomly, hoping for the best.

Then Namgyu called Thanos. They talked about something. You recognized the words “ecstasy” and “ketamine”.

“You’re on drugs ?” You asked, shocked. “How are you not dead yet ?!” You whispers-yelled.

“Can’t kill me.” He proudly stated, hitting his chest before Namgyu gained his attention again, showing him his arm.

You stared at them as Thanos opened his cross and gave him a colored pill.

What the fuck ? They’re serious ?

You rubbed your forehead in frustration before trying to play rock, paper, scissors on your own. Right hand against left one. No thoughts.

Then you heard Thanos laugh.

“What are you doing ?” He asked, pointing at your hands, clearly amused.

“I’m… training on my own.”

“How would that work ? Are you perhaps dumb ?”

“Dumb ?” You asked, having understood only his last word. “Wait- Are you saying I’m dumb ?! You’re the one high in such a situation, dude what the fuck are you doing ?!”

“What the fuck are you doing ?” He laughed again, grabbing your hands. “I’ll help you. I told you.”

“Really ?” You squeezed his hands in return. “But please go slowly at first.”

“Alright.” He chuckled before rubbing your hair. You grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him slightly.

“Oh my god, thank you I love you so much.” God, you could cry of joy.

“Don’t take these words back.” He said, as you looked at him briefly confused, not understanding before placing your hands in front of him to play again.

The voice on the speaker called for the following two teams, but this time, you didn’t feel stressed about their survival, all your focus was on yours and Thanos’ hands. You occasionally looked up each time you heard people cheer before focusing back on the game you played with him.

Then suddenly, everyone was standing up, cheering and celebrating loudly. So much that someone tripped and fell on you and Thanos, making you look up in surprise.

“Qu’est-ce que-”

“They won !” The man yelled before standing back up to jump up and down again.

You grabbed Thanos’ shoulders. He made an exaggerated noise as you shook him vividly.

“They won ! It’s possible !” You screamed as he laughed and stood up to celebrate with the others. You did the same, grabbing someone and dancing with them briefly.

Two more teams were called, and slowly you calmed down. Watching silently the others play the games as you tried to come up with strategies.

And surely enough, came your team’s turn.

Thanos and Gyeongsu were at each extremity, you between Thanos and Namgyu and 380 between Minsu and Gyeongsu.

It was hard to walk with Namgyu and Thanos on each side, they were not following the rhythm. At all.

Gyeongsu was first to play with a round of ddakji. He won it on the first try.

380 did the same with the flying stone, sending you into a frenzy. You were so excited. So hyped. No longer remembering about the guns waiting for you if you failed. You’re so gonna survive !

It was Minsu’s turn with gonggi. It honestly looked fun but you were glad you were not chosen to play it.

Namgyu kept making random noises each time Minsu threw a rock in the air, eventually making him fail.

He grabbed Minsu, cursing him out as you grabbed Namgyu by the collar, making him face you.

“Ah, putain, manges tes morts. I’ll make you meet your ancestors if you keep this up ! Stop it !”

“Huh ? Ah, come on.” Is all he said as he placed his hands on yours, trying to get you to let go of him.

Minsu tried gonggi once more, but this time your hand was on Namgyu’s mouth to make sure he stayed silent.

“Pass.” You heard over the speaker. You looked at the pink man, doing an O with his arms.

You quickly stood up, walking to the next game, uncoordinated.

It was Namgyu’s turn now, and it took every fiber in your body to not make him go through what Minsu went through.

You couldn’t help but laugh loudly when he failed, 380 grabbing him by the collar as she insulted him.

Then came your turn. Your hands were shaking as you placed them before the circle guy, ready to play.

Clearly, Namgyu was a nuisance because he was back at it making noises in your ear and Thanos kept swaying by your side. Was he dancing ? At this moment, you hated them. If you were the one with the gun…

You were fine with them again after succeeding three times in a row rock, paper, scissors with a twist, not without a couple of failed rounds before. You locked arms with them to go to the next game.

Everyone was cheering, encouraging both teams. You felt so good, so alive.

It was now Thanos’ turn with jegi. He was so good he hit the fluffy ball 6 times.

He was going for more, but you grabbed his arm and pulled him with you to keep walking, the rest of the team promptly following, crossing the finish line together.

“Why did you stop me ?” Thanos whined to you as you walked down the corridors.

You didn’t even look at him, thinking he was probably complaining to Namgyu. But then he poked your shoulder.

“Why stop me ?” He asked again.

“You needed to kick the jegi 5 times.”

“I was… nowhere near… breaking my record.” He said slowly, thinking about his words.

“Don’t try to break your record when we can die if we run out of time. ”

“We wouldn’t.”

“We would’ve. Remember, guns. Pew pew, dead.”

“Ah, you’re no fun.” He said, passing before you, skipping.

“What did you say ?” You asked, thinking for a moment. Fun ?

“Ah !” You grabbed his collar, kicking his ass with your knee. “Bastard.”

“Oh. Your Korean was perfect there.” He turned around pointing at you, looking surprised. “Swear word.”

“Ah l’enculé, my Korean is good I just lack vocabulary.” You narrowed your eyes.

“Alenlé ?” He repeated, confused. “What’s that ?”

You stared back at him. What ? Oh !

“Ah, l’enculé. It means… fucker ? In French. Enculé. En-cu-lé.”

He tried to repeat it as you said it slower.

“Actually, an enculé means someone who gets fucked. Who takes it up the ass. Je me suis fait enculer : I got fucked. Je vais t’enculer : I’m gonna fuck you.” You smiled. “But somehow it’s translated as ‘fucker’ or ‘asshole’.”

He looked at you, eyebrows raised.

“Tell me more.”

“So you can insult my descendants into five generations ? Fuck no.”

“Fine. Love words ?”

“Who the fuck do you wanna flirt with ?” You chuckled.

“You.” He replied smugly, shutting you up.

You didn’t know what to answer. Well, that’s actually a lie. After your initial shock, a response came to you.

“For starters.” You began, a bit sheepish. “Je te chie à la bouche. Means I love your lips. Je te chie à la bouche.” You repeated slower, placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to sound romantic. “Or, je sucerais bien ta teub. Means I could gobble you up.”

He looked at you, narrowing his eyes.

“Are you fucking with me ?”

“No.” You smiled sweetly. “Belle bite means nice cock. I swear on your mom.”

“Why the fuck are you swearing on my mom ?!”

“I’m not gonna swear on mine ! She’s already dead !”

“Bitch stop lying.”

“Alright, okay, I swear on our moms.”

He sighed, cursing under his breath as you wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“No but seriously. J’te fourrerai bien.” You winked before laughing, walking away as he looked at you confused.

“What did you say ?” He asked, quickly following you.

Traduction - Translation

Putain, ça fait combien en euros, ça ? - Fuck, how much it is in euros ?

Oh putain. - Holy shit.

Connard. - Asshole

Une course ? - A race ?

Hein ? - Huh ?

Putain de connard de merde. - Fucking shitty asshole.

On va tellement crever. Fils de… pute. - We’re so gonna die. Son of a… bitch.

Qu’est-ce que- - What-

Ah, putain, manges tes morts. - Ah, fuck, eat your dead.

Ah l’enculé. - Ah, fucker.

Je te chie à la bouche. - I shit in your mouth.

Je sucerais bien ta teub. - I’d suck your dick.

Belle bite. - Nice cock.

J’te fourrerai bien. - I’d gladly stuff you.

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DEATH NOTE UNIVERSITY/COLLEGE AU (because why not?)

part two :: Matt, Beyond, A

part one w/ Near, Mello, L

Random headcanons & art

Matt

1. Matt likes to randomly challenge his professors to game matches just to avoid a test or assignment if he wins. Usually it's a 50/50 chance of it working and lecturers usually humour him since his grades tend to be quite decent

2. Refuses to vape and prefers smoking actual cigarettes because he rather die from lung cancer the 'normal way' like God intended.

3. I can see Matt being an atheist, usually attending mass with Mello out of pure interest and just straight up supporting his friend.

• As a kid, he used to believe in God and was really moved by the worship music. When he went to his first concert, he realised Hatsune Miku gave him the exact same feeling and hadn't believed since (coupled with other things).

4. He’s made it a game to see how long he can stay silent in group projects before anyone notices.

• Matt doesn’t like participating, so he tests the waters to see if his classmates will handle everything without him. So far, it’s worked.

5. No one actually knows what Matt's natural hair colour actually is- not even Mello. he's constantly dyeing his hair different colours every week that people reckon he's actually just Ramona Flowers in disguise. (ps, it's red.)

6. Can't dress for shit and picks whatever. He's usually a big fan of collecting meme shirts for shits and giggles.

7. Matt started speaking in brainrot terms because he knows it annoys the fuck out of Mello but it's gotten to a point where it's become un-ironic (???) and he genuinely can't stop.

8. Mikami's made it his life's mission to uphold Matt's ban from the campus library after setting off the smoke alarms ONCE after taking a hit in the library.

• Matt didn’t expect anyone to notice since he was tucked away in a corner by a window, but when the alarm went off, he disappeared before they could pin it on him (everyone knows it was him).

9. Matt is actually a really great cook and likes to sometimes change up Near's meal regimen because he pities the little cotton ball and doesn't want him to starve or make himself sick from eating take out all the time.

10. Matt has an army of Roombas in his dorm that he’s programmed to follow him around, but they mostly just get stuck on furniture.

• He thought it’d be cool to have robot minions, but they’re more of a nuisance than a help. Still, he refuses to admit it was a bad idea.

Beyond/BB

1. BB sometimes appears out of nowhere, crouched in doorways or dark corners for the love of the game.

• He enjoys startling people with his sudden, animal-like movements, especially when they’re not expecting him to be around.

2. He has an entire series on his other/side YouTube channel where he investigates urban legends on campus—most of which he started himself.

• BB’s fans love the bizarre mix of real crimes and made-up stories, and they can never tell what’s fact or fiction because he's just a little too good at spinning tales.

3. BB has a habit of chasing people on all fours when they ask for directions, leaving them terrified and confused. Sometimes he also likes to chase little Firsties or new Professors.

• His preferred method of interaction is making people uncomfortable, and he gets a kick out of their reactions.

4. He sometimes posts the occasional odder than usual video on his main channel, keeping his video vague enough to leave people wondering if he’s the criminal he’s talking about.

• BB’s unsettling delivery and cryptic hints make viewers question whether he’s discussing a real case or something more personal. It's a bit harder to guess when he doesn't outright state names and locations etc like he does most of the time.

5. BB likes to lie and say that he's a vampire as a way to hit on people, touting it as the reason why his eyes are red.

• Since Shinigami aren't a thing here, alongside being L's younger brother, I like to think Beyond is just albino and won't admit it, preferring to spin tall tales about himself instead and dyeing his hair to support his nonsense.

6. BB is actually really good skilled at hacking and likes to leave papers he accesses on lecturer pcs with ominous comments just to mess with professors' and students’ heads.

• He’s notorious for leaving cryptic messages that leaves people more confused than when they started.

7. BB initially dyed his hair black to try and appeal to A since it'd make him look more like L.

• A and L usually had hung out (in the loosest way possible) and BB was usually present during study sessions when A came over. He'd noticed how A used to seem a bit obsessive over L, mistaking it for love and BB thought if he emulated L as much as possible, A would turn his sights on him instead but it didn't click until a bit later that it'd only turn him off. He's slowly trying to learn how to be himself.

8. He's so crazy over strawberry jam or anything related to the fruit to the point you can smell him coming before you see him since he's too sweet. His clothes are guaranteed to be covered in his version of the holy grail without fail.

9. BB's anger usually spikes during exam season— usually it's a manifestation of his anxiety and he's especially unwilling to be reduced to second best. Pity the poor things who incur his wrath at its peak. Kiyomi's hair's short for a reason. BB managed to chop it after she made the mistake of talking to him whilst he was busy.

• He does love L but also has developed a rivalry with his older brother. Constantly being pitted against him and being compared to him growing up has turned his view of their relationship into one of slight resentment and frustration, and his anxiety makes him snap at random, refusing to be reminded of his academic shortcomings if he fails anything.

10. Refuses to sleep in his dorm bed: BB sleeps on the floor, saying it makes him feel more “in tune with the earth.” People think it’s just part of his vampire act or something, but he insists it’s better for him

A/Adam

1. Adam somehow ended up as the student body president, though he’s not really sure how it happened, and now he’s stuck organizing events he doesn’t care about.

• His natural charisma and general attractiveness made him a shoe-in for leadership, but it’s more of a hassle than he expected...

2. His room is spotless, in stark contrast to L's if Mr Wammy doesn't send someone out to clean it. Adam insists it helps his mental clarity. (That boy is just a neat freak).

• He has high expectations for himself and his space, and cleanliness helps him manage stress.

3. Adam organizes casual debate nights at a local pub, where students get together and argue philosophical concepts over drinks.

• He enjoys intellectual challenges and has a natural ability to facilitate conversations.

4. Adam frequently debates professors in class, not out of disrespect but because he genuinely wants to dissect their arguments.

• He has a deep need for knowledge and constantly questions authority to understand the reasoning behind academic opinions.

5. Adam has a quiet job at the library where he mostly reads between shifts and helps organize study materials for students.

• The library is a peaceful escape, and the job allows him to focus on his own work while earning money.

6. He has a strong coffee addiction, probably worse than Light. Adam is always drinking coffee, often with a book in hand, claiming it helps him stay awake and focused on his many responsibilities.

• His drive to excel academically and socially often leaves him with little sleep, so caffeine is his lifeline. It's either that or he wheedles weed off of Linda.

7. Adam is always on top of his assignments and known for being the “responsible one” in group projects.

8. Adam’s competitive streak extends to physical activities, so he took up fencing as a way to channel his need for precision and strategy.

• Fencing fits his calculated, intellectual nature while allowing him to compete in a more structured environment.

9. He offers his time to help struggling students with work, often staying late to give them extra support.

• Adam has a natural inclination to help others and finds fulfillment in seeing his peers succeed.

10. He secretly wants to reconcile with L. Adam’s relationship with L is strained due to their competitive history, but deep down, he wants to mend it and stop viewing L as a rival.

• His maturity has grown, and while the rivalry fueled him for years, he recognizes that there’s more to life than competition

NEXT :: MISA , KIYOMI, LINDA, REM

notes: can you tell who's my favourite?

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thank you so much to @rybunnie @rybunbun for the info/inspo for this and so many other posts!!! i owe u so much🥹

you knew that nagi seishiro loved you.

he clung to you, he played video games with you, he binged watch anime with you, he slept most nights holding you close to his chest, and he looked at you as if you were the most precious, extravagant treasure, as if you were irreplaceable and that he could never love another nearly as much. even if he didn’t express it through his words, his actions told you all that you needed to know.

you also knew that nagi seishiro was the bane of your existence.

skipping dates because he was too lazy to go, thinking that not replying to your texts was okay because it was a hassle, skipping dates because of soccer practice (in which he just scores 50 goals and falls asleep), being completely unaware of anyone else who had romantic interests in him and trying to steal him away from you, often flat-out ignoring you in favor of playing video games, insensitive words that he thinks are alright to say.

you’re sitting on the chipped and white wooden bench at the park, four fingers drumming on your thigh impatiently before you finally sighed, pressing the bright green “call” button once more. and once more, a robotic female voice replied. “the number you have called is currently unavailable. please send a voicemail.”

finally, you got up, hands in your pockets and grumbling profanities under your breath. angrily, you began typing on your phone, nagi’s contact photo clear as day.

you: ik that u didn’t have soccer practice today because reo said so

you: where the fuck r u???

another date, skipped for video games. probably a date that was completely forgotten about again. you were tired of this; this was the what, third time already these past two weeks? and you guys never even went on dates that often either. you groaned, walking back to your crappy little school dorm that was a whole damn building away from nagi’s.

when you were at school the next day, you ignored nagi’s overwhelming presence in the classroom. you ignored him following you around like a lost puppy. you ignored him trying to talk to you. you ignored his nudging and poking. you ignored his constant quiet apologies.

after school ended, you immediately walked back to your dorm swiftly, not turning back to see nagi almost chasing after you through the crowded halls. your eyes widened a fraction when you realized how quickly nagi was walking; he would usually find walking too fast a hassle. but just before he could catch up to you, you reached your dorm and slammed the door, leaving him outside.

“‘m sorry.” nagi muttered. “please let me in. it’s gonna rain soon, and i miss you.”

“go back to your own dorm. or go to reo’s bigass company-house-penthouse-apartment thing.” you replied hastily. “go away. you’re annoying.”

you could almost feel nagi’s pout through the door, and for a moment, you almost felt tempted to let him in. but he didn’t show up to your date last night and left you freezing on the park bench, so this is well deserved.

a few minutes later, a rainstorm thudded through the city, the clouds gray and dull. as you stared outside, you wondered if nagi had made it to his dorm safely. no, he probably had. he played soccer after all; he was fast. but your thoughts came to a halt when a loud knock came on the door.

“can you let me in? it’s really wet out here.”

you nearly sprinted to open the door, and there stood nagi, his hair and clothes wet, holding an all too familiar plastic bag. inside, you could vaguely see your favorite snacks and foods from the nearby convenience store. “sei? what the hell are you doing out here?” he stepped in, dropping the plastic bag on your counter.

“missed you, and i felt bad.” his puppy dog eyes made your own soften, and you even felt a little bad yourself. “i’ll try not to do it again. i told reo to text me whenever i have a date with you now, and i’ll try to remember more often now.”

your eyes softened, and despite how soaked his clothes were, you embraced him. “at least you’re trying.” nagi lazily draped his arms around you.

“i thought you thought that i was annoying.” nagi mumbled.

“i did. but then again, i remembered that your my boyfriend and i love you, and that my love for you cancels out my annoyance at your stupidity.”

nagi laughed before he looked down at you, and despite the rain and clouds outside, his eyes turned into glittering gems underneath the sunlight when he looked at the love of his life.

a/n: did you catch the kim possible reference???

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whereserpentswalk · 11 hours ago

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When I was very young and had just started thinking about the implications of trans people existing for the first time, I was contemplating their existence while playing Pokémon, and realized that somewhere out there there was a trans person playing Pokémon and enjoying themselves. And I know it's a silly thing to look back on, because I was like ten, but I think it was the first time I thought of trans people as full human beings for the first time, understanding that there was a trans person somewhere enjoying something that I was enjoying.

I don't think every 'ally' we have as a community is there yet. Like, there are people who understand how we suffer, how we are hurt or can be hurt, but they don't yet understand that we can just exist as enjoy things the same way they enjoy things.

Whatever group you're talking about you have to understand that somewhere out there one of them is playing a video game, or listening to music, or petting a cat, or standing on a line experiencing boredom, or wondering if we're alone in the universe, or witnessing a cool bug. You have to understand people's personhood goes beyond the experiences shaped by the groups that they're in.

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chenlezip · 16 hours ago

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──★ ˙☕️ !! an annoying customer | a na jaemin smau .

PART 8 : the tweet

annas note : what a bittersweet ending to this smau.. this was actually so much fun to do. a little hard at times but we overcame it. thank you to everyone who had read this smau, i hope you enjoyed. maybe.. bonus chapters will be a thing? :3 sorry the ending was a little shit tho :( i didn’t know how to write it !! pls look forward to seeing my other smau - video game lover - when i actually get everything written out for it . also sorry for being so dead recently lolol but i hope to be more active. love you all 🤍🤍

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after the sweet date that jaemin took you on a couple months ago, you both got closer and.. he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. he couldn’t be happier and neither could you- you felt true happiness that you haven’t felt before in a relationship. he treat you so sweetly and always was there for you no matter what - looking after you in the cafe when everything got a little busy, helping with studies if you were behind. vice versa, you were always there for him as well, listening to his never ending rants about his friends (mainly jeno which didn’t surprise you).

he sends you gifts on your anniversaries — whether it be big or small, you always appreciated it. whenever you both studied together, he’d end up paying more attention to you and you’d have to slap his shoulder to get him to concentrate. “what? i just like looking at you.”

you both were sitting on the couch, cuddled up and watching a romantic movie. you started chuckling to yourself quietly and jaemin leaned over, “what’s so funny, angel?” you smile and look up to him, “just thinking, if i never made that tweet about you and karina didn’t show you it, i wonder how different things would be right now?”

jaemin hummed in response, “i never thought of that but yeah, i suppose if karina didn’t show me it.. but even then, i would’ve still fallen for you.” you laugh and nudge his side, “oh really now?”

he moved so he was hovering over you, “really. i would’ve kept showing up to the cafe, 5 minutes before you close everytime, giving you hinting looks that i’m interested in you.. staying longer than i need to..” you roll your eyes, “god, you would’ve been more annoying to me but you’re a pretty handsome guy so i wouldn’t mind it i guess..”

“we’ll have to thank karina, won’t we? we wouldn’t be here like this, in a relationship.. if it weren’t for her, huh?” and you nod, agreeing with him. “no seriously, let’s send her a thank you gift hm?” you joke. “well, i’d like to give you a thank you gift for letting me kiss you and take you on a date.” jaemin smirked as he quickly scooped you up in his arms, making you squeak and let out a giggle, “what’re you doing?!”

“taking this somewhere better,” he smiled as he started to carry you toward the bedroom you both shared after you moved in a month ago. you couldn’t be any happier.

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elliespuns · 3 days ago

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What do you think of joel and ellie in the show?

When it comes to the interpretation show!Joel, I have fallen completely in love with his portrayal. While a few creative liberties were taken with his character, these changes were made to depict a more realistic and humanized version of Joel compared to his depiction in the video game where he needed to come across as stronger and more emotionally guarded.

When it comes to show!Ellie, my feelings are quite different. I must confess that I was not as enamoured as I had hoped to be.

The true issue lies with the writers of the show and their creative choices, particularly in regards to how they decided to treat Ellie's character. While Bella Ramsey delivered an excellent performance with the script they were given, the writers didn't afford them the chance to convey the same Ellie that resonated with gamers. Viewers who came to the show first are understandably perplexed, but the show and game versions of Ellie are two very different takes on the character.

In the show, Ellie is depicted as an annoyingly bratty teenager who tries to project an overly tough persona at every opportunity. Her interactions with Joel, in particular, are written with an edge of hostility and rudeness that one wouldn't expect from the character. While the game portrays Ellie as a spunky, foul-mouthed youngster, those traits were conveyed in a way that felt authentic and natural. The show's version feels like a caricature by comparison—all attitude and none of the subtle humanity that made Ellie so beloved in the first place.

The original Ellie strikes me as a precocious and brash little girl, but never crossing the line into outright brattiness. In the game, she seems to have a maturity beyond her years, while also still retaining a youthful innocence and sense of wonder. She comes across as a curious, adventurous child with an imaginative spirit who gleefully delights in simple pleasures. In contrast, the TV show at times portrays her as too whiny and annoying, more of a pest to Joel rather than the endearing young girl who naively explores her world in the game. The show makers failed to capture the nuance in her character, instead relying on her just being a pain to convey her childishness.

The Ellie depicted in the show didn't quite capture the same spirit as her video game counterpart. While game!Ellie can be a real handful and challenge for Joel too, she's never truly annoying for the players. And in contrast to that, many viewers have found show!Ellie to be grating and annoying at times.

I'm not even going to speak about the whole "violent heart" thing. The show completely mischaracterized Ellie to an egregious degree, painting her as someone who admires and enjoys violence. In the games, especially Part 2, it's clear that while Ellie is capable of violence when necessary, she does not enjoy it or take pleasure in it. However, the show seems to depict her as having a fascination for violent acts, such as during the scene where she witnesses Joel brutally beating a guard (with an expression suggesting she likes it) and stabbing an infected in the face just because she can. These scenes feel out of character and like they undermine the core of her identity.

In summary, as I said; my issue isn't with Bella Ramsey. I still think they are great in the role. My problem lies with how the creators have chosen to depict Ellie and this is the hill I will die on.

Despite many frustrations with the show's portrayal of Ellie, I do still hold a fondness for the character because I appreciate that we even have an adaptation at all. However, this can't keep me from being honest when I say that it saddens me what they've done to our Ellie.

#the last of us #tlou #joel miller #ellie williams #pedro pascal #bella ramsey #the last of us game #the last of us hbo #elliespuns answers #game ellie vs show ellie

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woman-respecter · 1 day ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/woman-respecter/775790463631360000/so-on-the-one-hand-i-do-agree-that-if-theres-a?source=share one of the things that struck me about that article is the point about how the manosphere is self-reinforcing in how it makes it harder for these men to be appealing to women or even to meet women. Like the point about how a great place to meet people you're interested in dating if you're straight is to cultivate mixed-gender social groups, and a great place to find that is through hobby activities. And indeed, a ton of straight and bi women I know who've found great male partners have found them through hobbies they both enjoy. My sister met her fiancé through a board game group at a game store. (This isn't in any way exclusive to het couples obviously but I feel like straight people and especially straight men can be weird about where to just MEET people of their preferred gender sometimes in a way that is less true for us gays.) But either the manosphere makes you think that any hobby that isn't ultra-manly is bad, OR it makes you super fucking steamed at women just existing in your hobbies - like the Gamergate mentality at women who like video games or anime or whatever. And so where a normal non-radicalized guy will meet a woman at a gaming event and be like "attractive woman who likes the same things I like, yay! let's play games or make music or recite poetry together" and get to know her and they might hit it off, might not but can at least be friends and he can potentially meet other women whom he hits it off with through her, these fucking dudes will either exclude her or stew about the fact that other people aren't. (And this is why these guys also have trouble making male friends, because they're just miserable to be around.) Like.... it in no way excuses these dipshit men but it is just kind of wild how insidious and self-fulfilling this crap is.

Because the thing is that being uncomfortable to be around socially and resentful and mean and blaming others for your own misfortunes being a struggle for a lot of people - is not at all gender-specific? Like, I've known women too who were just deeply unpleasant people who blamed the world for not "understanding" them, who wondered why they were chronically single and you just wanted to be like.... girl. It's a personality type you find everywhere, but women don't have a whole fucking hate movement that is both validating that and pushing them further down the line. Most people like that eventually figure it out when someone just comes clean with them about how miserable they are. And that's why I also think the only way out for these guys is for someone in their lives to do that to them - and NOT to coddle them. That is literally the opposite of what fixes them!

yes exactly, it’s one of the many ways that the manosphere/inceldom is self-reinforced. like you cannot be complaining about how hard it is to meet women while screaming every time you hear one on voice chat in viddygame. but it does make sense bc both inceldom and gamergate in the like are based in not acknowledging women as human, so it somehow makes perfect sense that they hold these two seemingly conflicting beliefs. it really makes it obvious that they don’t want a human being with interests, they just want a mommysexdoll.

#ask

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gogobluedynamite · 1 day ago

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Okay so...I'm currently listening to a video about Corpse Party lore and I had this thought about the Digital Realm TADC is in...

Now...this is under the assumption that TADC isn't an actual VR game (and I am thinking this, honestly), but what if time really doesn't apply here?

Here's what I mean:

We can correctly (or understandably) assume that the victims arriving to TADC are coming in a more linear fashion.

Let me use my Headcanons dates of when the characters arrived at the Circus:

Kinger -- 2000

Ragatha -- 2013

Jax -- 2017

Gangle -- 2020

Zooble & Pomni -- 2023 (since that is when the series started and I feel Zooble's arrival was at most 6 months prior)

This is what I mean by linear.

What if it was more nonlinear?

Let's say that instead of Zooble being from the year 2023, it was instead the 1990s? And what if Gangle came from the year...idk, 2042 instead of 2020?

Their duration and ages in the Circus remains the same, since the Digital Realm is separate from the real world's timeline.

I guess a good example to this is Kane Pixel's Backrooms.

I don't wanna spoil anything from the series (either watch those videos yourself or watch Film Theory videos about them)

All I will say is that time in the Backrooms is...weird. People are either transported into the future or the past...which may or may not have caused a causal time paradox.

With this in mind...it kinda makes one wonder how long TADC (and Caine) has been around.

In my Headcanons, TADC was created in the 80s (Kinger wasn't the creator nor involved in its creation)...but with this theory, TADC isn't 40-something years old.

It could be centuries old because of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey.

The weird shit my brain cooks up while listening to an 'explained' video.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #the amazing digital circus thoughts #tadc thoughts #tadc theory

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On the last part about Wolfgang I also think it implies that he was handling cases before he graduated law school which is certainly interesting, I don’t know a lot about law school but that seems a little strange to me? People are still surprised by how young Wolfgang started but it makes me wonder if schooling in this world is more streamlined or advanced or maybe even as in Eva’s case- more stressful due what I can only imagine to be every strict parent working their kid to the bone so they can get an Ultimate title which seems to have you set for life monetarily at the very least.

Onto Wolfgang’s cases themselves though… I honestly think Wolfgang is really naive and that not all those people were innocent, but wrongful convictions sound about right in a world implied to be so technologically advanced because if physical currency is a thing of the past and they have holograms… imagine how easy to make and real looking deep fake camera footage could be frame someone? It’s already something people in modern day are worried about but in this world? I can’t imagine it’s uncommon for someone to have a fake video made of them committing a crime… or even have something like this planted by police to get a case over with as fast as possible.

And I could honestly see the world outside the killing game as being semi-dystopian. Damon seems to have VERY little faith in game about the cops rescuing them, which could just be a throwaway but it could have larger implications about the priorities of law enforcement in this game’s world? Like I had thought that even a character as cynical as Damon would have some hope because Ultimates are usually a big deal but maybe not? I need chapter 2 now specifically so I can learn more about the worldbuilding BECAUSE WHAT IS GOING ON!!!!

( Another thing I’d like to add which could just be exaggerated numbers but… Cassidy has millions of viewers? Like? Active viewers on a LIVE STREAM. That’s insane. Is the world’s population just bigger than in our world? Are more and more people online than ever?! Or am I reading to much into this??? )

People here really need to start talking about all the weird implications about the way this world differs from ours.

We know from various context clues hidden around Chapter 1 that the game takes place roughly in 2024. And yet we have futuristic bullshit like the holograms on the Tozu Trinkets, Damon seeing these holograms for the first time and then proceeding to say “oh, so like a watch” as if that’s perfectly normal, other concerning implications about the worldbuilding of this damn game (in particular, Tozu having to specify that Marabucks are a physical currency, implying almost all currency is crypto in this world), and then there’s THIS bullshit???

(For context: These are books. They’re talking about regular fucking books. PHYSICAL BOOKS ONLY EXIST IN LIBRARIES, MUSEUMS, GARAGE SALES, OR SPECIAL AUCTIONS IN THIS UNIVERSE.)

And here’s another scene that’s always had weird implications for me:

Wolfgang… has had 200 successful cases. And presumably hasn’t lost a single one. Okay, he’s an Ultimate, and suspension of disbelief exists, so this isn’t too out of the question… but when you combine that information with this little tidbit?

Let me reiterate that.

200 successful court cases. In what probably wasn’t more than five years. That’s one case over and done with in an average of nine days. And out of those 200, all of them were innocent? He didn’t have trouble filtering out who was innocent and who wasn’t? And even if he did, he still had room to win one case every nine days for five years?!

This… obviously isn’t possible. Well, maybe it’s not impossible, but it’s certainly unrealistic. So, to explain this, I have come up with three possible explanations (which may overlap with one another, who knows).

1. Wolfgang is just a terrible judge of character (the simplest, albeit most boring, explanation)

2. The justice system works faster in this world, for whatever reason

3. People get wrongly convicted of crimes exceedingly often in this world (possibly as a direct result of #2)

Does anyone else have any additions to this? I’m curious what yall think.

#p:eg #project: eden’s garden #p:eg spoilers #wolfgang akire #ulysses wilhelm #damon maitsu #project eden's garden #eva tsunaka #pjeg #cassidy amber

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yellowocaballero · 11 months ago

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Been a fan of your fics for YEARS. I was just telling my friend how despite how much I read fics I never actually love them, with some of your fics (especially TMA) as the exception. Felt the need to reread some of them and saw you reblogged some ISAT fanart. So. Any thoughts on ISAT you'd like to share?

Hope you have a wonderful day!! So happy I found your fics again!!

I avoided answering this for a while because I was trying to think of a way to cohesively and coherently vocalize my thoughts on In Stars and Time. I have given up because I don't want to hold everybody here all day and I have accepted that my thoughts are just pterodactyl screeching.

I love it so much. I have so much to say on it. It drove me bonkers for like a week straight. I have AUs. It's absolute Megbait. They're just a little Snufkin and they're having the worst experience of anybody's life. Ludonarratives my fucking beloved.

I am going to talk about the prologue.

The prologue is such a fascinating experience. You crack open the game and immediately begin checking off all of the little genre boxes: mage, warrior, researcher, you're the rogue...some little kid who's there for some reason...alright, you know the score. You're in yet another indie Earthbound RPG, these are your generic characters, let's get the ball rolling.

Except then you realize that these characters are people. You feel instantly how you've entered the game at its last dungeon, at the end of the adventure. They have their own in-jokes, histories, backgrounds, adventures. They get along well and they're obviously close, but not in a twee or unrealistic way. They have so much chemistry and spirit and life. I fell in love with them so quickly.

But Sif doesn't. Sif kind of hates them, because they will not stop saying the same damn thing. They walk the same paths, do the same things, make the same jokes, expect Sif to say the same lines. They keep referencing a Sif we do not see, with jokes we never see him make and heroic personality he never shows - they reference a Sif who is dead - and Sif can't handle that, so he kills them too.

They become only an exercise in tedious frustration. Sif button mashes through their dialogue, Sif mindlessly clicks the same dialogue options, Sif skips through the tutorial, Sif blows through the puzzles. Sif turns their world into a video game. Sif is playing a generic RPG. Sif forgets their names. They are no longer people with in-jokes, histories, backgrounds, adventures. They're the mage, the warrior, the researcher, and...some random kid.

I did not understand the Kid's presence at first. I had no idea what they contributed to the game. They didn't do anything. As a party member in a video game, they're a bit useless. Why is the Kid there?

Because Sif's life isn't a video game. Because the kid isn't 'the kid'. They're Bonnie. Bonnie, who the party loves. Why is Bonnie there? Because they love them. There is no room for Bonnie in the boring RPG that Sif is playing. And then you realize that Sif is wrong, and that they've lost something extremely important, and that they'll never escape without it.

Watching the prologue before watching ISAT gave ISAT the most unique air of dread and horror, because you crack open ISAT and you see the person Sif used to be. You realize that Sif used to be a person. Sif used to be the person who made jokes, who gave real smiles, who interacted with the world as if they are a part of it. And you know you are sitting down to watch Sif lose everything that made them a person, to lose everything that made them a member of this world, and turn them into a character in a video game who doesn't understand the point of Bonnie at all.

At the climax of the game, when the others realize that something is deeply wrong and that Sif physically cannot tell them, they realize that there is nothing they can do. So Bonnie declares snacktime. And for the first time they have snacktime.

What is snacktime? Classic JRPGs don't have snacktime. There's literally no point to a snacktime - not in a video game, and not in Sif's terrible life. It's not fixing this, because nothing can fix this. But Bonnie gives Sif a cookie and Sif eats it.

It's meaningless. It's a cutscene. It didn't save Sif and it didn't change a thing. It will make no difference in the end.

But it did make the difference. It made all of the difference in the world. Bonnie is a character who you really don't understand the point of before you realize that Bonnie was the entire point.

ISAT is about comfort media. Why do we play the same video games over and over again? Why do we avoid watching the finale of our favorite shows? What is truly comforting: a story with no conflict, or a story where you always know what is about to happen? Do you want to live in a scary, uncontrollable world, or do you want to play Stardew Valley? Do you want a person or a character?

When I beat Earthbound for the first time (and if you don't know, the prologue/ISAT battle system is just Mother) and watched the ending cutscene where the characters part ways and say goodbye...I felt a little bit sad. I wanted them to be together forever. But that's something only characters could ever be.

#these aren't deep or unique thoughts they're just the specific aspect of ISAT that made it one of the most interesting gaming experiences #i actually like the prologue much more than ISAT for just this reason #its honestly a video game art piece that's created to give the player a very specific experience #that makes them an aspect of the narrative that is told #it's. incredible.#in stars and time #start again start again start again #start again: a prologue #isat #god and there is so so so so much more to say here #what a rich and complex and fascinating game that made me cry like a baby #i dont even kin sif. we arent similar at all.#i cant imagine how devastating this game would have been if i did #but I do have a deep relationship with escapsim #and i write about it a lot #and video games about being video games are wonderful #as are stories about being stories #and why we consume stories. how we use them. how they save us and hurt us.#never played a video game that used its medium so well #i bet undertales also pretty good at that but this is more so i think #stories about stories have to be about why we love stories #and im not an artsy person and i roll my eyes a bit when people talk about the spiritual neccesity of art #i think people need stories because the world is sad and hard and boring and we want to think about something else for a while.#some people need to be anywhere but here #and sometimes if you're Lil Depressed-Ass Snufkin that looks like being here forever #baby cringe-ass snufkin big hat idiot

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