#augh god i like this one a lot this one bangs so hard

[unknownarmageddon]

it was raining. hard.

rain didn’t happen often; the earth was too dry around here. but when it did, it came with a roar and hiss, rumbling thunder and spitting lightning.

it drove them indoors, the wind at their heels, rain hitting them like little stones.

they were in an abandoned school bus tonight. The windows were all boarded up, for one reason or another, the musk of rotting leather pungent, but faint enough that they could ignore it.

cross had used killer’s bat to crack open the overhead emergency exit, and on the rusty cold metal floor, they started a small fire, tearing into the bus seats for fuel. the bus seats, thankfully, had wood planks hidden within the rank green fake leather and rot-brown foam cushions.

they used the foam to get a quick fire going, setting the planks on top and sat on opposite sides, reclined in some of the more intact seats on either side of the fire.

“this blows,” killer muttered, his foot bouncing, dangling over the side of the bus seat.

the storm had come unexpectedly, catching them in the middle of checking out some clothes store, so killer was stuck in the bright orange dress he’d found on the floor behind a burnt mannequin.

“mmn.” cross hummed in response, holding a can over the fire, watching as the chicken soup bubbled.

killer stared out his window, peering between the boards at the thick wall of rain, his breath fogging the glass. he drew a smiley face in it.

cross watched him, eyes lidded and content as he let his chin rest in the crook of his elbow.

killer shivered, his head turning to the back of the bus, where the emergency door was missing. cool burst of wind blew through every few seconds, nipping at his exposed legs and arms, and he grumbled as he grabbed his jacket. it was still damp from them running through the rain, icy cold on his chilled fingers.

he huffed and crossed his arms, pouting before grinning at cross, rolling forward onto his hands and knees and reaching out.

cross backed up, dodging the sudden grab, “hold it, bandit, what’re you after?”

killer sat back on his heels, “i want your jacket. m’fuckin cold.”

cross gave a puff of a laugh, though it was more of an exhale than anything, and shook his head, “just get in your sleeping bag.”

“but i’m cold, and you’ve already pre-heated it!”

“pre-? if i give you my jacket, then i’ll get cold.”

“nuh uh! you’re always warm!”

“that’s- im not always warm, i get cold too. i just don’t whine about it.”

“wh- hey! i don’t whine,” killer whined, reaching out again and swiping at cross’s fluffy collar, “just a few minutes!”

“dude-“

a harsh crack of lightning startled them both, the sound deafening and sudden, and cross jerked up, glancing out the back of the bus, suspicious.

“…” killer did too, and then was immediately back to his mission to steal cross’s clothes. “cmon, wolf, i’m dyin over here.”

cross squinted out the back door a little longer. it was getting dark; the addition of rain along with the setting sun made for an almost black night. he could barely see outside.

he glanced across the bus, to killer, and back to the darkness beyond the bus, and reached out as well after a moment, taking killer’s trembling hand. he really was cold, his bones looking brittle and joints faintly flushed in an attempt to heat up. actually, upon closer inspection, all of killer was shaky from the chill he was feeling, cross realized, though he was more concerned with getting him over.

“come here,” cross muttered, and killer’s soul brightened, and he grinned triumphantly, standing on the bus seat and stepping over the fire into cross’s side, cross reaching up to grab him securely by the arm to ensure he didn’t fall into the fire, pulling him the rest of the way.

cross grunted as killer’s knee rammed into his ribs, and his hip bone dug into cross’s cheek as he all but crammed himself into cross’s space like an overeager cat.

with a bit of adjusting, though, soon, cross had killer wrapped securely in his arms, halfway beneath him and curled up, soaking in cross’s warmth, his arms folded up and wrapped loosely around the arm cross had around him. he was snuggly huddled in cross’s thick coat, his cheeks already smearing against the fuzzy fabric on the collar as he rubbed his face against it contently.

cross couldn’t seem to find it in him to care about the staining.

it was a tight fit, the two of them tangled and pressed in tightly to fit in the seat, but neither of them complained. cross just pulled killer closer, and covered them both with a sleeping bag.

killer fell asleep rather quickly, his soul humming and giving off a warm light that carried echoes of his affection. cross thumbed at killer’s messy cheek, his expression softening as killer gave a sleepy murmur in response, pressing up into the gentle touch with a half-purr. his bones were warmer than before.

cross didn’t sleep, staying alert, listening for any unusual sounds and watching the darkness beyond the bus, on guard.

-proximity anon :]

sunrise arc is great because cross is like “cmere let me be your shield” and killer is like “omg warm cave” (the space between cross and the seat)

YEAHHHHH AUGH let’s fucking go dude

[bugcatcherwill]

wanted to drop some shit because I've once again reworked my monster designs and I am doodling fanart AS I'M TYPIGN

I like to think that after each of their respective little adventures to the corners of Hyrule that the monsters might have little trinkets and accessories from those respective regions,,, mostly I just like glamming up my designs a bit but I think it would be sweet too,,,

I think Zayl already had that neckerchief thingy or whatever it's called from Sidon but I like to imagine the Zora in Kakariko sneaking it little trinkets from the Domain since it never got a huge chance to look at those types of things,,, I like to draw it with fancy silver jewelry that Sidon and co. grabbed for it !! I could talk about Zayl all day actually I love it so much,, wonderful creature

My new Sledge design comes back from Goron City with little rudimentary ornaments of rope and metal and some fancy rocks,,, I think it should be able to take home a few things since it was so welcome in the City and made a nice impression on the Gorons even when like. who doesn't unless they're being a dick. I love the Gorons they're so chill I can't wait for Sledge to get to hang out with them more

Kobb having little tufts of fur tied with Rito style clasps and braids and stuff,, maybe even some of the daisies/dandelions [I FORGOT IF IT WAS MAKING A DAISY CHAIN OR A DANDELION CHAIN WITH THE RITO KIDS,,, AUGH] from when it was hanging out with the little ones !! Maybe the goggles from its duel with Thrush,, I don't think it'd get to keep those but they're cute to draw it with so whagever <3

Rezek is such a diva. That Wizzrobe serves levels of cunt that shouldn't be possible idk if it's obvious but Rezek is such a special little creature to me,, besides the earring it got in Gerudo Town I like to draw it with flashy gold rings and bangles just for the hell of it. Rezek seems like it would meticulously remove every piece of jewelry it's wearing, politely hand it to someone else, and then proceed to walk away and beat the shit out of someone. I'm not sure how to draw the more human-like of Hyrule's people [which is why I haven't drawn as much of Link and everyone else as I would have liked lol] but I gave my Riju and Rezek designs matching gold bracelets like Riju took one of hers off and gave it to Rezek [like this] just because. I like them a lot

anyways sorry for the mile long ask I just really like doodling these fhcking DUMBASSES [affectionate]

YES

YES TO ALL OF THIS

THESE ARE ALL SUCH GOOD IDEAS OMG

This is like...........if RATC was a show/graphic novel this would ABSOLUTELY be something I'd consider

Just the monsters gradually getting more and more of an identity and taking a little something with them of everywhere they've been

Especially Zayl in the Zora metal frame/adornments would go unbelievably hard omg. It needs some bling!!!!!

I really like thinking about how like...........Lizalfos already have their own Zora-esque armor, where it covers parts of their body as acts as the "clothes". They have pretty neat parallels between each other but Zayl with those Sidon-bracelets would be spiffy as all hell

That's reminding me of how yea I really gotta include the Gorons in more scenes especially when their meeting with Sledge went.....the best it possibly could've. They're just the forever homies you KNOW they're still talking about the show Sledge put on back in Goron City.

The rock motif for it would work well too because of Sledge's namesake ooooooo this bangs,,,

Kobb with goggles is just canon hasdfjhksa. I don't think the ones it had were from the duel (I should've) but any excuse to have Kobb is goggles is a win for me. That's kinda why I did exactly that in the shorter Hebra-flying chapter LMAO

It's just so cute thinking about it,,,

And then GOD Rezek with all the jewlery is *chef's kiss* I did like how it went for a more modest look when picking out an earring, but now it'd be funny to think about like.....it giving in to the peer pressure to be a little more fancy.

THE MATCHING BRACELET IDEA WITH RIJU AND REZEK IS SO CUTE TOO. They're so "younger and older cousin friendship"-core I'm dying

Of course, it'd fight tooth and nail over it before finally admitting "damn, I actually look pretty good....."

And then, being an Electric Wizzrobe, it could use the gold bracelets as like....a way to fight by channeling its magic into the metal. AND IT'S LIKE "the bracelets give me a boon in combat that's why I wear them all the time" and everyone's like "uh huh yea sure buddy whatever you say"

Hmmmmmm taking notes taking so many notes

[akela-nakamura]

I, M, and R for the latest fanfic game

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Oh gods. So many. I'm a sucker for found family, I love a good Everyone Lives/No one Dies fic, which tend to go with the Fix Its I read. Time travel fics can be hard to write, but I love a character getting YEETED back and going "Fuck it, I'm fixing it all, and all of you are along for the ride, DEAL WITH IT."

I enjoy platonic Omegverse, and the family explorations that can happen from it, and the way the dynamics can change things and the world around them.

I deeply enjoy things with world building, and taking bits of things from canon and expanding on them to flesh out the world, and ask: But what if they used this thing they never talked about again?

This is both reading and writing, btw. There's def more, but we'd be here all night lmao. M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Stares at the WIPs in my drive. Oh boy. I've talked about a lot of them before, and this fandom tends to SPAWN new WIPs when I'm not looking lmao.

I VERY much want to get back to Jason Sees Dead People (and a ghost cat adopts him) WIP, but I really need to get what I've currently got updating done first lmao. Then there's the Dad!Dick fic, the Ellie Possesses Steph one, and more I'm probably forgetting. I've got a LOT on the plate, including Bang fics I can't talk about yet :P

So we've got a lot coming yet!! I'm hoping to finish at least one of my longfics up over the coming winter, so I hope y'all will see some of these fics in the near future!! R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

!! SO. As far as published authors go, I REALLY love Maggie Stiefvater, author of The Raven Cycle. The way she describes things AUGH. A LOT of the lines of those books live rent free in my head. ("What do you want, Adam?" "To feel awake when my eyes are open." And Ronan was all that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war.

Rags to riches isn't a story anyone wants to hear until it's over.

If you never saw stars, candles were enough.

"Is it safe?" "Safe as life."

"Oh! Your hands are so cold." "I've been dead for seven years, that's as warm as they get."

Depending on where you began the story, it was about Noah Czerny.)

I just love it so much. Definite goals.

For fanfic writers? Blackkat is a BEAST. The amount of fic she's written, and the size of some of those fics?? Holy HELL. I very much think I've been influenced a lot by her style. She's very good, and if I can write half the fics she has, I'll be doing something right.

I also think I've been influenced by Leigh Bardugo and Rick Riordan.

PLUS there's ALL These amazing authors in DPxDC?? Like so many. I know I admire how much work you put into research and worldbuilding, I deeply enjoy TourettesDog's ability to create environments, SummersSixEcho's interplay of characters, Chromatographic's headcanons and what ifs?, not to meant Cielle's dedication to a HUGE casefic--and there's so many more.

SO many good authors, so little time, and I feel I pick up influence from a lot them. Little turns of phrases, headcanons or interpretations of canon I hadn't thought of/see in a new light.

There's also some Fairy Tail writers I took influence from, wayyyyyy back when lol. I'd have to go digging through to remember all their usernames lol. But I do know Lonestorm and I did some collabing.

There's so many people who got me here. Thanks y'all <3

Fic Ask Game

[asfearlessasamango]

🎨🍅🏜️

🎨⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

!! augh... probably these portraits. the style is so energetic and unique and all the kids look so scrappy, so moody, so unwashed, just as god intended... and they're all portrayed with their motifs 🥺

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing

this one is easy! i definitely like going deep into a character's interiority, the why they do what they do, always giving them multiple reasons to say anything (bc there's always multiple reasons to why / how you say what you say), etc. i'm also a real "the curtains are never JUST blue" writer-- i try and make every single word i write be there for a reason and pay its rent on the page. i'm always cutting words, fighting narrative bloat (which is a term i came up with to describe what i do lol), trying to maintain tension, etc etc.

there are 2 wolves inside me, 1 of them wants to take therapist-style notes on a character and the 2nd wants to make sure the character's therapist's couch pattern is relevant to the story, bc otherwise we're not mentioning it. this can be a strength sometimes (never let it be said that i wrote a 1d character, or that i toss out random details without any followthrough) but can also make it hard to just bang out a fun fluff piece that doesn't question canon, and a lot of my stuff turns into super long pieces. i take things too seriously! i get in my own way! yet there aren't significant moral schemes to my writing the way brandon taylor says there should be! i play 5d chess with my own brain for fun! i edit as i go, i never stop editing! etc etc.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

someone commented on ASYLUM, i think, that all the little details and threads of the story are like a finely woven tapestry, and that made me really happy :) it's nice when the little stuff gets noticed.

[vangoghmusings]

perfect surprise ｡･:*:･ﾟ

dad!atsumu x single mom!y/n

part one

“ok deep breaths y/n, don’t stress,” you said to yourself with a deep inhale.

buttoning up your top you eyed yourself in the mirror. you hadn’t dressed like this for a casual meeting in a long time. except it wasn’t a casual meeting really- it was facetiming a japanese olympic volleyball player who just happens to be your baby daddy. totally casual.

“you ready tama?” you asked your son, who was enthralled with his ducky plush.

you chuckled softly and picked him up, walking over to your computer and sitting him on his lap. you placed his ducky in his lap, his attention instantly back on it. pressing a firm kiss on his head, you turn on your computer and open facetime. checking the time, you see that it’s exactly 6pm for you, 8am tomorrow in toyko.

atsumu miya would like to facetime

blinking at the screen you take another deep inhale. it’s been over a year since you had seen atsumu.

“now or never right tama?”

your baby cooed and you quickly wiped the drool from his chin, turning to answer the call.

the screen lit up, atsumu sitting down with his knees at his chest, pressed against a coffee table, sitting on the floor with his back resting against a couch.

a wide grin creeped onto his face.

“y/n, oh my god!”

he lunged forward and grabbed his laptop closer to see you better.

“wow!” he beamed in shock. there you were, sitting shyly with a baby on your lap, a baby that was supposed to be his.

“hi atsumu-san, im sorry my japanese is a bit rusty.”

he shook his head, “don’t worry, my english has improved a lot from traveling.”

“oh oh. thats nice,” you nodded, awkwardness creeping in.

what could you even say? oh haha sorry! last time you saw me you were buying me breakfast after a night of banging me? yeah i’ve been great since then!

“so, his name is tama?” atsumu asked bringing you back to earth. at the mention of his name, tama looked up at the screen. blubbering a few short noise, he waved his short chubby hands at the screen, leaning forward a bit too much.

“woah careful,” you said pulling him back onto your lap. “yeah, tama ihyo.”

atsumu grinned, “perfect surprise right?”

“yeah,” you smiled softly, “japan was such a big part of my life, it seemed only fitting that his name be japanese, as well that-“

“that im japanese, right?”

“yeah…”

atsumu cleared his throat after a long pause.

“how- how old is he?”

“5 months.”

atsumu’s eyes widened, “wow he’s gonna be one soon. he’s so little…”

you looked down at tama who was beginning to squirm in your lap.

“shit he’s getting hungry,” you grumbled, unbuttoning your top.

atsumu stared.

“what- what are you doing?”

you froze- was he being serious?

“im going to feed tama?”

“yeah but why are you, you know, getting nakey…”

you laughed, atsumu clearly confused.

“oh my god, atsumu are you serious right now? tama is only 5 months i need to breast feed him.”

atsumu blinked.

“OH!” he said chuckling with embarrassment, his face bright red.

laughing you positioned tama and he began to drink.

“it’s ok, im sure you haven’t been around a baby in a long time.”

“yeah. i shouldn’t have though. why didn’t you tell me?”

you looked down, faced with your hungry son, eyes shut as he fed.

“i didn’t know how to tell you, i mean i was already back in america when i learned i was pregnant. and your season has just started and i know that volleyball is your life and i didn’t want to ruin that and your future-“

“y/n stop. please.”

you looked up at your screen, atsumu looking down at his knees.

“none-none of that matters y/n. yeah, volleyball has been my life for as long as i can remember but, tama, tama is in my life now and as a dad, his father, he’s my life now. you should’ve let me know that i had a son, so he knows that he has a father that loves him.”

“atsumu you haven’t even met him-“

“what does that matter? im looking at him with my own two eyes and i can see your nose and my cheeks in his face and i don’t need to meet him to love him. that’s my son of course im going to love him.”

you started at atsumu, tears standing his cheeks as he looked at you and tama with pain. you had unfairly cut him out from the life of his child, and he was so willing to be apart of it.

“i-im sorry atsumu i didn’t know.”

he sighed and wiped his eyes with the bottoms of his palms.

“it’s okay, i can’t imagine how hard being pregnant by yourself was.”

it was hard. your parents were enraged when you when told them. you come back from japan pregnant at 23 and unwilling to spill on who the baby daddy is. but as soon as your bump started showing, your family couldn’t contain their excitement at having a new baby scurrying around.

“uh it wasn’t too bad.”

tama finished feeding so you lifted him onto his shoulder to burp him, cooing softly.

atsumu smiled softly at the sight, although he was thirteen hours ahead, he never felt more present in his life. his son, cradled lovingly by the woman who’s feelings he had for her never really left.

“im gonna come to america. i want to meet my son. and i’ve been dying to see you again”

with a gentle tap, there goes tama, belching and spitting up onto your back, staining it with baby vomit.

“augh, tama why- wait what?!”

[unproduciblesmackdown]

watched the end of some guy’s amnesia: rebirth playthrough and i have some boring thoughts @halloweenhavoc have u finished the game i feel like you have more of a grasp on all this stuff than i do lmfao what with having actually played it and also probably remembering machine for pigs better

i really did not like fully piece together either the lore of the Main Story of the game nor the broader Amnesia Universe Lore lmfao but i was interested in the latter especially, but re: the former, i did like having all these other Known People associated with the protag whose fates we could all find out and shit

i’m like, sort of underwhelmed, but that’s b/c even though i was like “okay so just b/c this is a frictional-produced amnesia sequel a decade later doesn’t mean you need to hype it up like it’s gonna blow your mind just coz atdd was That big a deal” doesn’t mean i still wasn’t partially like oh but what if it is like mindblowing horror game tho......it felt a lot more like soma than atdd which isn’t in itself bad b/c soma rules but when i’m expecting it to be more like atdd it just makes things kinda bemusing and hard to recalibrate.....it was a good game though lol just like the whole time trying to figure out what the experience is gonna be i guess

anyways so like in the direction frictional’s games have gone it def feels like they’re more into Game Environments (those ruled in this game....) and being very like Thematic Story-Centric.....atdd was very stripped down and they sure got creative with that and it was as effective as it was but yeah it feels like now that they have the clout from that and the game production experience and presumably more resources and stuff that they’re progressing in This Direction which is not as atdd-esque lmao like good for them if this is the creative vision, follow those dreams and stuff

did not feel at all invested in any of this baby lore lmfaooo like it was very abstract and also i don’t care. but 10/10 for breastfeeding gameplay

i did like the Other World lore like. this is where alexander is from, Maybe?? i remember he’s mentioned as an apostate from [somewhere else] but like, is that somewhere else in another dimension or just another Region in this world lmao i don’t know. out here Inventing the amnesia potion vitae harvesting strategy, and then it’s Something Else he does that is considered heinous and they just banish him to earth lmfaooo like our problem now......and who is alexander’s wife lmfao. in atdd bad ending, when alexander portals back, does he get to come back to the shitty place where nothing’s going on but eternal vitae harvest i guess? sucks. in atdd sorta-neutral-ending, when you toss agrippa’s head through the portal and then agrippa asks [someone, i forget who....the student? weyer? or whoever??] to Help Daniel, does everyone get to go to this crappy world or are there other better dimensions lmao....also i forget how this The Other World got so shitty in the first place. something something they flew too close to the sun with their technology and it got fucked up, i forget what The Gate even is........i do like this origin story for what the fuck is up with the shadow lmfao. that like, it’s just some other alchemical Invention expressly to fuck up the vitae system?? which is sort of counter to the idea that it’s simply a Guardian of any orbs.....but then also, there was some sort of note or memory that seemed to imply that having fucked up whatever Gate they fucked up created something that sounded like maybe it was the shadow?? or was it just something Else fucked up and b/c it was like “uh oh something shitty is happening here now” i just Assumed it was the shadow.....idfk. but idk maybe since Orbs are Other World Tech For Portals the shadow is just like, Other World Tech Ruiner and if you handle one improperly the shadow will like, sense orb-jostling Lol and be On It....i don’t knowwww

i gotta admit i did love the lore tying to atdd lmfao like maybe this game would’ve been better off not really being tied to atdd but i’m still like oh yep i’m a sucker for cameos / lore about these atdd people places and things.....herbert, alexander, daniel, brennenburg, and someone else i forget who was like “i’m the first human to get to this place but i don’t have A Traveller’s Whatever so i have to die here,” rip to him.....kinda funny that vitae-harvesting is like, so Industrialized in the other world with this factory and mass-produced as it were, which is Fucked Up, and alexander got shot to earth for some mysterious terrible thing and had to invite some rando with an orb to his castle and then get his help torturing other randos with medieval instruments like. banging rocks together over there. also i don’t get what the harvesters job was? they were sure Harvesting but if the vitae is just getting Sucked thru tubes why are these guys going around breathing it in also. just like, stray air-vitae filtering system?? idk

also what was going on time-wise with this weird accelerated pregnancy. i don’t think i get Why tasi got amnesia in the first place. coincidence i guess??? and why...did she end up back in the plane wreckage. was that just where she got dropped off after they were all like. taken from Our World into the Other World and then....back into our world?? i guess??? i’m just not clear on the Timeline Of Events and how everyone got split up with some people dying and shit....was everyone getting attacked by ghuls i guess. there was a crapload of them in that one place, wasn’t there.....i also forget Where things happened lmfaooo like shit was this in Earth or The Other World.....i guess the latter it was always like, “high tech” with that art deco design shit and green light and stuff.....god i don’t know. like i already forget why richard was like, held captive and tortured. just on evil principle??? augh lmfao

also it was certainly Interesting that people turn into monsters around here with some like, magic + corruption deal going on......felt like the Lore in atdd was sort of vague but that it could Maybe tie into that sort of idea....frictional games sure will like, Metaphorically have the Self and the Non-Self But Which Is Tied To Your Self in all its stories, atdd, soma, rebirth......daniel having this past self he’s now detached from but re-learning of his past exploits.......soma copy/pasting consciousnesses.......uhhh also when it was talking about the ideal Vitae Collecting Cycle being fear, amnesia, and then Hope, and about who was the best candidates for that, i was really thinking that like, we’d learn tasi was being put through a [Hope] sequence, basically

also (rachel if ur reading this lmfao) i remember this pre-release Audio Tape that wasn’t in the gameplay that i think was like, the doctor doing an experiment on a Monster to confirm it had regenerative properties?? i thought we were gonna get a whole fucked up subplot dealing with that guy lmfao but nah just at the end......i guess soma’s promotional stuff was similar, they had all these Files and Videos and stuff which was relevant to the Lore / story but which wasn’t like, flatout in the game......i guess at some point the doctor must’ve been like, experimenting on a crew member who was sort of in the process of Turning or w/e. hank or someone i guess.....UHHH i did like “talking” to so many monsters lmfaooo like leon and crap. wild, tragic, etc.......

RIGHT and i think frictional is really creative in its like, Game Mechanics, like how relatively recently we learned that that whole thing about being told that Low Sanity makes you easier to detect in atdd, but that wasn’t true and was just put in the game to put the player more on edge? i mean, daniel keeling over for a moment if sanity gets too low is probably unhelpful in a chase but. and like, here the “sanity” thing was neat, i liked the Sound lol, i liked the flashing images and how that was like, Relevant, but also it seems like you can’t ever die in this game?? basically, ish?? which i think is neat. like, you don’t really Need to.....said it last time how it feels like the player just is still going to react as Urgently if they’re being chased by the monster lmfaooo

idk there was something other neat / creative element i think i wanted to point out as Cool but i forget (HAHA...manesima.....) i dunno the 0.0001% chance any of you are Coincidentally into amnesia at all and know what all is being talked about here and have thoughts....feel free to send me an ask or whatever.......would be inchrested in hearing other takes on it etc

OH and it didn’t feel like machine for pigs was involved at all lmfao which makes sense since it wasn’t actually produced by frictional but now i’m really struggling to remember the Lore there and if it could Conceivably tie in with descent/rebirth-verse.......oswald’s soul got actually split with Evil Orb-Corrupted Self (which!!!! i forgot there’s even the implication that maybe orb-proximity fucks you up. didn’t seem that relevant here. here magic empress fountain water fucks you up) and Amnesia’d Good (Normal-er) Self and there’s the giant machine which is gonna.....consume the world to protect it from self-destructing in another way......or, that was the reason given to oswald anyways, i remember he like sacrifices his kids to it to save them from [his visions of ww1 being an impending thing] and he doesn’t find that out till the end......his evil self tricked his good self into firing up the machine......i forget where the pig men come from or what their point is, and the machine is like, another Factory Line Vitae Harvesting thing, right?? what’s the vitae For in this case....i sure don’t fuckin know. i forget what oswald does at the end as well to like, fix things, i remember feeling sad about it even though he was a horny weirdo.....i really forget what the full picture was there or what the Orb Involvement was. anyways. idk

would be fun to see more frictional games but it seems like they’re not too interested in doing something as atdd-esque again lol, soma seems more like What Frictional Really Wants To Do, which isn’t a bad thing cuz soma rules and like. objectively i guess soma is the better game, i’m not at all mad at anyone arguing soma is better lmfao, i just sure cherish atdd and it sure is the one that made the whole [subsequent horror game defining] splash lmfao. OH YEAH and i liked they threw in another moment where someone’s been alive for ages and you unplug them and it’s like what the fuck. and i guess you do that but even Harder in the one Rebirth ending where you shadow-infect everything and all the people in the vitae-pods die......which like, it Was def creepy having all those vitae pods lmfao. conceptually fucked up.....uh yeah that’s it i guess. was a sucker for the atdd-lore-fanservice stuff lol. thought it was good but wasn’t like atdd 2.0 which is both Totally Fine and also A Bit Disappointing Of Course lol. now i’m thinking about soma some more though which is Worthy cuz that game rules and i love its story / concepts so much. and i love that you keep fisting sphincters to Save until you have to fist your forearm off. we’ve all been there. and i love the “we have the better view. :)” audio log from someone on the surface. and how the gradual reveal of the [lady you talk to throughout the game who guides you along]’s story. and the Ending. and the gradual reveal of Just What Is Going On Around Here

anyways yeah atdd rules soma rules i thought this game was good too but def is like okay you’d rather make soma than atdd and that is valid

thots????????????????

[yamagucci-x]

Read on Ao3 The once-first-years begin their final season together. Rated: G

Hinata pressed his forearms together, bumping the ball back toward Kageyama in a high arc. They’d spent most of the rainy afternoon in Hinata’s room, playing video games or re-watching highlights from pro games, but as soon as the skies cleared in the evening they shrugged on their jackets and started tossing around a worn volleyball in the backyard. 

It’d become a more common scene over the years, since Kageyama finally started acknowledging their friendship for what is was. At the very least, he had decided it was less trouble to actually answer Hinata’s texts and come over (at the risk of getting roped into spinning for Natsu’s double dutch practice) than to ignore him and have Hinata appear unannounced at his house twenty minutes later. Nowadays, most off days found the two of them chatting as they savored the simple pleasure of passing the ball back and forth.

As Hinata watched Kageyama stretch up his arms to toss he was reminded of another evening in his yard, about three months ago. Unlike the humid April evening it had been a cold, harsh night in January. The air was biting and snow began to swirl as clouds obscured the sunset. Their devastating loss to Inarizaki at Nationals was still fresh, stinging and burning with every recollection. They had no net but Hinata pushed the ball into Kageyama’s chest, demanding he set for him. He’d spiked each one of his setter’s tosses into the gathering snow with more ferocity than the last, until they were left staring up into the dark sky with silent, hot tears streaming down their cheeks. They probably would’ve stood there all night if Hinata’s mom hadn’t called them inside with dark predictions of losing their fingers to frostbite. 

Now, on the eve of a new volleyball season, the mood was different. They had licked their wounds, healed and rested, and were itching for more. 

“What do you think the new first-years will be like?” Hinata asked.

Kageyama smirked. “Hopefully they won’t suck as bad as you did.”

Hinata sucked his teeth, switching from an underhand to overhand position. “Well hopefully they won’t have your shitty attitude.” 

Kageyama shot him a look but didn’t say anything, reaching up to toss the ball high and slow to the side. Hinata’s eyes flashed as he saw the opportunity. With a running start he launched himself into the air and spiked the ball down hard. They grinned as their eyes met. 

“It’s kinda sad though, isn’t it,” Hinata said as he jogged to retrieve the ball, “Our last season at Karasuno.” There was more he could’ve said— their last season as teammates, probably the last season they’d see each other regularly, their last season before things really changed— but he didn’t. 

“Not really,” the setter said bluntly.

“Kageyama! You’re so heartless,” Hinata hollered, chucking the ball at him, “You sound like Tsukishima!”

Usually an insult like that would have him red in the face, but he caught the ball with a smile and a glint in his eye. “I mean, it’s not like we’re ever going to stop playing volleyball, right?” 

Across town Tsukishima sneezed, feeling an odd twinge like someone was talking about him.

Yamaguchi jumped a little on the other end of the bed. “Shit, you’re not getting sick, are you?” He whipped around to look at him with wide eyes, sitting forward on his knees. “You can’t get a cold now, Tsukki, the new season starts tomorrow!”

Tsukishima adjusted his glasses with a frown. “Will you relax? It was one sneeze, I’m not getting hospitalized.”

“Sorry, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi sighed, slumping back against the wall and clutching his stomach, “I’m just so anxious about my first day as captain. Yachi gave me some advice on dealing with nerves, but I feel just like the first time Coach called me up as a pinch server.”

“Yeah, you’ve been acting psychotic all week. It’s ridiculous.”

“Hey!” Yamaguchi tossed a pillow at his head. “Just because you never get worked up about anything doesn’t mean it’s ridiculous. There’s a lot of pressure!” 

Tsukki rolled his eyes, running a hand through his bangs to fix them. “It’s ridiculous when you’re the only one who still doubts your skills.” He refused to meet Yamaguchi’s gaze but he couldn’t help the corner of his lip curling upward. 

Yamaguchi smiled, understanding how Tsukki complimented him in his own way. “Y-Yeah, I guess,” he said, scratching the back of his head. 

“Now will you finally pick a course?” Tsukki picked up his Switch controller and nodded toward the Mario Kart menu blinking on the TV, “I wanna kick your ass again.”

“Oh right- sorry, Tsukki!”

The next morning broke cold and clear. In his rush to bike to school Hinata almost hit Kageyama in the street, but after some arguing and a little shoving they agreed to stop by Sakanoshita Store together. Just as they got to the shop, three other figures appeared at either side of the intersection— Tsukishima and Yamaguchi from one direction, Yachi from the other. For a second, they all blinked at each other in silence.

“Guess we all had the same idea, huh?” Yachi said with a smile.

They all laughed and, realizing it’d been weeks since they’d really seen each other, fell into handshakes and eager chatter. Even Tsukki seemed excited, his lips pressed into a smile.

“You finally got the haircut, ‘Guchi!” Hinata grinned as his teammate reluctantly submitted to having his hair ruffled.

“It looks good! You’re not shaggy anymore,” Yachi giggled. “Oh wait! I guess we should be referring to you as Captain Yamaguchi now, huh?” She struck a pose and saluted him with a stiff upper lip. 

Everyone else laughed, but Yamaguchi looked a little sea sick. “Ugh. Remind to buy some antacid, I’m gonna need it.”

“You’ll be fine,” Tsukishima said, “It’s not like any first years could ever be worse than these two were.” He smirked at Hinata and Kageyama.

Hinata bounced with indignation. “Why does everyone keep saying that? I wasn’t even that bad, Kageyama’s the one-”

“-Don’t try to blame me, dumbass, my ‘attitude’ was ‘cause you sucked,” Kageyama snapped.

“What?!”

“Oh, these?” She pulled her low ponytail over her shoulder so she could fidget with a lock of hair. “It’s nothing, just- I guess some people have been noticing the posters I make for you guys and, well, the girls’ team asked me to do something for them.” She turned the papers around, revealing an eye-catching design to recruit new members.

Yamaguchi looked stricken. “Oh god,” he groaned, “How am I supposed to keep order? I can’t be scary like Sawamura or Ennoshita!” A chill ran through the group at the memory of lectures past. None of them were sure anyone could be scarier than Daichi.

Evidently looking for a change in topic, Yamaguchi sighed and pointed to the small stack of papers Yachi clutched to her chest. “Anyway, what’ve you got there, Yachi?”

The other boys nodded approvingly but Hinata’s eyes went wide. “You’re doing work for another team? But you’re our manager!” He clenched his fists, shouting to the sky, “Augh! It was so cool to be the only club with awesome posters!”

“It’s way too early for this much yelling,” Tsukishima muttered.

Yachi’s face immediately went red and she threw out her hands. “I-I’m sorry Hinata! I told them it was just this once, I don’t want anyone on the team to think I’m a traitor!”

Hinata, who didn’t seem to be listening, wrapped his arms around Yachi from the side. “Screw the girls’ team, I won’t let them take you!”

Suddenly the door of Sakanoshita Store flew open and they all froze. “Oi!” Coach Ukai appeared, his breath a mix of cigarette smoke and steam, “You idiots gonna stand there causing a ruckus in the freezing cold all morning, or are you gonna come in?”

“Sorry, Coach!” They called, running inside.

Ten minutes later they filed out, Yachi sipping hot cocoa (an apology for “roping her in with the idiots”) while the boys munched on granola bars. Yamaguchi was feeling more confident after a pep talk from Ukai, and everyone was energized after hearing that they had an early practice game scheduled.

“I guess if I’m having trouble I can always count on you to whip the new recruits into shape, right Yachi?” Yamaguchi said, nudging her with a smile.

Yachi withered a little. “Oh gosh, no- I have my hands full enough trying to wrangle you guys and the second-years.” Really, the second-years were well behaved and her own cohort listened when she found the courage to reprimand them. But somehow a joke had gotten started that she’d turn into a drill sergeant and just the thought made her want to faint. She shuddered even when she remembered how poorly everyone got along before she joined in their first year. Sure she’d grown a lot since then, but she still wasn’t sure her nerves could handle something like that.

“Oo, we should all take a picture before our practice game this week,” Hinata suggested, “To commemorate the start of our last season!” Yachi and Yamaguchi responded with enthusiastic yeses, but Kageyama and Tsukishima both scoffed.

“I’m not doing that,” they said in unison. Everyone tried to stifle their laughter when the two boys looked at each other with a mix of shock and disgust. 

“Fine,” Kageyama said after a minute.

“I guess,” Tsukishima muttered.

“Perfect!” Hinata tried to throw his arms over their shoulders, but they both brushed him off with a scowl. “Karasuno- fight!”

“Shut up, it’s too early!”

[gaamagirl565]

Matters of the heart Ep 3

WARNING: FOR BLOOD AND VERY MILD LANGUAGE Matters Of The Heart Episode 3: Festival Follies {OPENING CREDITS} {the sun rises over old corona; cut to Varian peacefully asleep in bed. The bed shakes a bit and we see Varian smirk a bit. 6-year-old Isaiah comes into frame and climbs on Varian} Varian: *chuckles* augh! Isaiah...can I help you? Isaiah: It’s harvest day daddy! We gots ta help grandpa! Come on! Up! *pulls on his bangs* Varian: augh! Okay okay! Easy on the hair buddy! {he playfully grabs Isaiah and they get up and it cuts to Varian making breakfast and serving it} Isaiah: *sees Ruddiger on the table* Ruddy! Ruddiger: *chitters happily* Isaiah: *plays with him* Varian: boys come on now...settle down. Isaiah: yes daddy…*sit and eats the eggs he’s given* {cut to Varian and Quirin out in the field; they’re talking about how to expand their crops} Isaiah: *runs over* DADDY! Daddy! Look what I found! *holds up snake* Varian: AAAHH! ISAIAH PUT IT DOWN!!! Quirin: only your kid would go near a poisonous puff adder… {Cut to Varian doing alchemy and mixing herbs} Varian: this should cure miss Balman’s gout. {he adds a drop of a chemical and it blows up in his face} Isaiah: Thar’ she blows! Varian: *hacks and coughs* and that’s why I have the goggles! {Cut to autumn with Varian Helping Quirin by the barn and Isaiah playing in the straw} Quirin: *looks up* VARIAN! 

 Varian: huh?  *looks and sees Isaiah on top of the barn roof* AHHHHHH!!!! ISAIAH! STAY.RIGHT.THERE!

 {Isaiah gets closer to the ledge giggling} 

 Varian: ISAIAH!

 Quirin: *drops shovel* ISAIAH!! 

 {Isaiah falls off the roof into a hay bale} 

 Varian & Quirin: *run over in a panic* 

 Isaiah: *giggling* daddy I almost flew! 

 Varian: *looking him over realizing he’s not hurt before embracing him* oh thank god… my boy….

Quirin: …..100% your son. 100% {cut to winter} Isaiah: *playing out in the snow* Varian: Son, come here for a second! Isaiah: *runs over* yeah daddy? Varian: *gives him a wooden sword* happy birthday… Isaiah: WHOA! Just like the real guards! I declare myself the protector of old corona! {snow falls on him} Isaiah: I’m okay! {cut to night time; Isaiah being tucked into bed} Isaiah: goodnight daddy! Varian: goodnight buddy… *blows out candle and he kisses his head* {sun rises and the camera pans from the window over to the bed where Isaiah now 12 years old is sleeping. the rooster crows, and Isaiah wakes up} Isaiah: hmm? Yes! {cut to Isaiah peering around the corner and sees the front door to the lab} Isaiah: *smirks and starts sneaking to go out* Varian: Oh no you don’t! {Varian picks him up} Isaiah: Auughh! Dad! Varian: And where are you off to so early may I ask? Isaiah: to the orchard! Augh! No noogies! Varian: The orchard? Isaiah no one is there at this hour. Isaiah: Exactly! Perfect time for me to practice! Varian: okay okay...just be careful. Your grandfather and I will be in the south fields if you need us. No running with your arrows, and Take Ruddiger with you! Isaiah: whhhyy!? Varian: I don’t like the idea of you being completely alone. Old  Corona may be nice but it can be dangerous when it wants to be. Isaiah: yeah okay...come on Ruddy… Varian: Don’t forget your bow! {Isaiah grabs his bow and arrows and runs out the front door and down the road running past Quirin} Isaiah: Hi grandpa! Bye grandpa! Quirin: huh-wha? Haha. Morinin’ Isaiah! {Isaiah runs to the orchard with ruddiger and over to a tree with various arrows lodged in it} Isaiah: *deep breath and looks up at big shiny red apple* Ruddiger: *chitters happily* Isaiah: oh no you don’t! That one is mine! Ruddiger: *angry face* Isaiah: oh get over it...here we go... {he sets his arrow and aims at the apple; he fires and nails it perfectly} Isaiah:....I did it...I DID IT! Ruddy did you see that!? Ruddiger: *shocked face and chitters angrily* Isaiah: It’s just an apple Ruddiger! {Nathaniel walks into frame with two other kids} Nathaniel: nice shot, loser… Isaiah: oh no...hello Nathaniel… Nathaniel: practicing archery are we? Pfftt...why bother? No Captain in his right mind would accept you into their ranks. Isaiah: you act as if they’d accept you. Nathaniel: they probably would! Considering my father isn’t a traitor. Ruddiger: Hiss! Isaiah: *gets closer* You dare insult my father in front of my face? Nathaniel: why not? It’s not as if you’re any better! My father says his traitorous blood runs in your veins and one day you’ll prove to be just like him! Isaiah: hold your tongue, Nathaniel! Nathaniel: haha! Striking a nerve? Your father is nothing but a pathetic knave! I seriously wonder what kind of Fusty lug it takes to love a traitor. You’d have to be an idiot! Guess that explains your mum! {Isaiah yells in rage and he tackles Nathaniel; The two throw punches and tussle in the dirt} Isaiah: *punches him* You filthy muck spout! Nathaniel: Only telling the truth ol’boy! Ruddiger: *jumps on the boy and claws at him* Nathaniel: AUGH! get him off me! *kicks ruddiger off* Isaiah: Ruddiger! *runs over and picks him up* Nathaniel: bloody beast bit my foot! You’re lucky this time Isaiah! But one day your rat won’t be around to save you!... let’s go guys… {Ruddiger chitters sadly and nuzzles into Isaiah} Isaiah: *angrily tears up and hugs ruddiger* Varian: maybe you should move the crop to the north...

Quirin: good ide-Isaiah!?

Varian: Isaiah! *runs over* what happened!?

Isaiah: nothing...I’m fine...

Varian: Isaiah those bruises didn’t come from thin air...

Isaiah:....You wanna know what happened!? I HATE NATHANIEL! 

Quirin: Joseph’s boy? He did this?

Varian: Isaiah it’s gonna be okay I promise...he’s just a bully...why not go w- {a goo bomb goes off on a rat}

Varian: not again! I hate rats...anyway why not go wash up for dinner...I’ll make some stew ok? Besides, tomorrow is the sunflower festival! We’re gonna have lots of fun tomorrow! Forget about those jerks!

Isaiah: *staring at the goo bombs* Yeah..okay...

Varian: that’s my boy...

 (Isaiah gets an idea. Cut to Varian in his lab, working on what appears to be fireworks for his contribution to the festival. Isaiah enters the lab)

 Isaiah: Say uh, dad?

Varian: *distracted* wha-huh-yeah buddy?

Isaiah: I was wondering....if perhaps....ok, so you know how, Queen Punzie always says, live your dream, right?

Varian: *clearly not listening* uh-huh, yeah, puzzles are mean, they’re the worst-

Isaiah: That being said, I’ve come to... an aspiration of sorts.... *dramatically* father, i yearn to be your spitting image. *more seriously* I want to learn to do what you do.

Varian: *now interested* wha-?

Isaiah: *mutters to himself quietly* and I got his attention, good one Isaiah. I want you to teach me how to do alchemy.

(Varian sits there staring at him. Isaiah appears confused)

Isaiah:*chuckles nervously* un-unless that falls under the no-no category, because if that’s the case then NEVERMIND.

Varian: *gets up from chair. He walks towards Isaiah, SLOWLY*

Isaiah: *gets nervous and backs away slowly* y-you know what?? A joke! I’m joking! That was a joke on my part, sorry! *chuckles nervously* just a—Oh!

Varian: .......you want me to teach you how to be an alchemist?

Isaiah: ........yes?

Varian: *begins to tear up extremely, with joy*

Isaiah: uhhhhh—-

(Varian’s face is GLOWING with silent tearful joy)

Isaiah: ......is that a ye-

Varian:  YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES

Isaiah: GREAT! Can we start right now, perhaps?

 (Que montage with spunky background orchestration of Varian and Isaiah gearing up with STYLE. We end the montage on a shot of them standing out in the alleys. Varian’s doing a superhero stance. Isaiah notices and sloppily attempts to follow suit. Varian is wearing the SAME outfit that he wore when he met Estelle; his adventure attire from the old days: teal alchemist coat and golden goggles. Isaiah.....Isaiah has on a neon hoodie with a scarf and bubbled up hair dyed black with a blonde streak....)

Varian: *glances at Isaiah*......wha-what are....what is this???

Isaiah: oh i just thought I’d pay homage to younger you! Black hair with a streak!

Varian: that looks nothing like me.

Isaiah: oh? What, too punky?

Varian: very.

*both glance at the screen in self-awareness*

Isaiah: fine I’ll go change—(walks away to the left offscreen. Varian is left confused)

{cut to them standing outside}

 (Musical number of Varian teaching Isaiah alchemy. “Legacy”} {VARIAN} Don’t look so nervous you’ll be alright

Keep your legs apart and stand upright It’s time you know how I became who I am You’ll be the jealousy of every man It’s time to lead your legacy Feel the energy inside your veins

With each new chemical reckoning A spark so bright it’s like a glowing star Even if hard the answer is never far Don’t you worry it’ll be just fine

Don’t forget you have me right by your side Keep this memory you’ll find your destiny As It’s time to lead your legacy

 Varian: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

 (They both parkour across the kingdom above the streets. They look SO happy together . They soar into the moonrise)

 (Cut to a bit later: they’re heading on home)

 Varian: *out of breath* OH MY, *hyper breathing* THAT-TH-THAT WAS—*heavy breathing*—I-*stammers* I CANT FIND THE WORDS—

 Isaiah:—spellbinding.

 Varian: *appears shocked with surprise. He then proceeds to kiss Isaiah on the cheek.*

 Isaiah:—*annoyed* ughh, dad.

 Varian: Ok! GAAHHHHH THIS IS GREAT! Now, we can *stutters* we can go on adventures TOGETHER! Giving one-twos to all those crooks out there! *laughs excitedly* I haven’t felt this starry-eyed in YEARS, not since.....*detracts. He digresses* Ahhh, alrighty, how about we have a nice meeting with the man on the moon? (He means sleep) Pun intended!

 (he stands by the door opening it for Isaiah, with a cheeky smile on his face, expecting a high five or something. Isaiah just walks in and goes to bed. Varian meets this response with simple bliss. He’s just too happy. they all go to bed. Isaiah lies in bed, with a determined game-face. He knows what he’s gonna do now. He glances at the table of alchemical substances, and has this, determined, yet dark look on his face)

 Isaiah: Just you wait, Nathaniel. You’re in for high-water. (He goes to bed)

  {cut to outside and night turns to day; cut to Isaiah in the wagon with his father.} (We open on Varian and Isaiah arriving to the festival in a carriage)

 Varian: *laughs excitably* oh my gosh I’m soo excited, I actually cant contain my-GAHHHHHHHHH SO EXCITED! *viciously turns to Isaiah* JUST LOOK AT ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME YOURE NOT EXCITED????

 (Varian awkwardly stares at Isaiah. He’s basically ONTOP of Isaiah here . They’re legit FACE TO FACE. Isaiah nervously responds—)

 Isaiah: *laughs nervously* yes! Yes-yes, yes, Uh—OHH! Gosh I spent this whole time excited over our lessons-

 Varian: -which aren’t finished.

 Isaiah:-which aren’t finished, but yeah, anyway, I forgot to ask-what IS your contribution to the Sun and Moon Festival?

 Varian: ohhh buddyy just you wait  IM IN CHARGE OF THE LIGHT SHOW OF THE COSMOS!!!!!

 Isaiah: Uh-huh....

 Varian: *annoyed* fireworks.

 Isaiah:)-FI-FIREWORKS YES!!! OF COURSE.

 Varian: riiiight.  you look like you just saw death.

 Isaiah: PPFFFFT. 

 Varian: you’re more blue than my hair. 

Isaiah: N O. (Scoffs) I just....yesterday was really...really cool.

 Varian: oh heh...yeahhhh....it was, I won’t ever forget it.

 Isaiah: mmm..

Varian: I feel 18 again.

 Isaiah: well you DO look younger than ME-

 Varian: PFFT YOU LITTLE COMET, YOU! *Tackles Isaiah*

 Isaiah: *laughs* OK! Ok,ok!.......dad what do you do when someone just...does something to you, something awful, and you wanna just....WIPE THEM OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH FROM EMBARRASSMENT?

 Varian: .....can’t relate. 

 Isaiah: Really? Haven’t you ever felt like just.....CRUSHING them under your fist? Do you think they deserve it?

 (Varian appears feeling somewhat ...called out by this. His face seems guilt-ridden.

) 

Varian: uhhh—*nervous chuckle*....this—hypothetical guy seems like someone actually deserving of it—haha...On that part I can’t relate...Ehhh-haha, but of course you gotta forgive them! Forgive them even BEFORE they apologize. You gotta come to terms. Or else you’ll.........you’ll explode *looks at Isaiah*...

 Isaiah: ........dad—

 {They have arrived}

Varian: Oh-OH! W-We’re here! Haha! Ok, um—-I almost forgot. *turns to Isaiah, who is yet to get down from the carriage* Isaiah, son—operate the light show with me. A Star-studded act! All we need to do is get you in the designated outfit for the act and—

Isaiah: but dad—

Varian: OHHHH! You’re right! Let’s inform the king of the last minute additions! *to Eugene* YOUR MAJESTY! SIR!

(Varian is about to head out to Eugene, but not before he looks back at Isaiah. They share one last glance—-with a contrasting emotion on the other’s face. Varian? Pride and excitement. Isaiah? Guilt and inner turmoil) 

Isaiah: Dad…

Varian: I’ll see you later buddy...

 (Varian leaves. He goes off into the festival crowds to go meet with Eugene. Isaiah feels bad for a minute, but then he pauses and thinks)

 Isaiah: (glancing at his alchemy bag)....You’re doing this for mom. For dad. I’ll avenge both of you. *determined face* 

 (Isaiah then goes off to find Nathaniel. He goes through the heavy crowds, squeezing his way through the many people. There’s nothing but a determined look on his face. Isaiah then suddenly gets pushed over by an adult and trips and falls onto the ground, back-to-the-ground, facing up. He looks up to see Nathaniel, who is looking down on him. LITERALLY)

Nathaniel: well well, actually decided to show your ugly mug around here huh? Isaiah: yeah...we have a score to settle… Nathaniel: oh really? I see you didn’t bring the rat… Isaiah: Ruddiger is a raccoon...the only rat I see is you... Nathaniel: you bloody cur...you dare speak to me like that!? Isaiah: people who speak ill of my parents don’t deserve respect… Nathaniel: oh really? Isaiah: The only thing you deserve….*takes out goo bomb*...IS HUMILIATION! {Nathaniel gasps as he throws the goo bomb; a large explosion happens and it cuts to Varian and Eugene as screaming is heard} Eugene: What on earth was that!?

Varian: WHAT HAPPE-

Eugene: I THINK A FIREWORK MUSTVE—I DONT KNOW—

Rapunzel: (arrives) WHERES LILY!?

{Varian walks ahead of the two—who are both talking, inaudibly. Varian recognizes a chemical in the atmosphere of the blast....it’s one of his own alchemical formulas. There is no other possible cause...it was Isaiah. It couldn't POSSIBLY not be him. Varian then realizes....HIS SON USED ALCHEMY ON PEOPLE. Varian almost comes close to crying.). He realizes......his son used him).

Rapunzel: LILY?!! LILY!!! Lily: MOTHER! *runs into Rapunzel’s arms*

{a few guards run past Varian and Eugene into the marketplace} Varian: *runs past destroyed kiosks and frightened people* ISAIAH!?...ISAIAH WHERE-....... {Isaiah lays unconscious in the middle of the road in a puddle of blood and not far is Nathaniel gripping his arms in pain} Varian:...no...no! *runs over and picks him up and gags at his maimed face* Isaiah!? Can you hear me? *tears up* Isaiah!...please...open your eyes, buddy...Isaiah...My baby…*sob*...please don’t do this to me...not him too... Isaiah: *groans* Varian: ISAIAH!? Eugene: *runs over in shock*...GUARDS GET A MEDIC! Pete: *runs* MEDIC! MEDIC!!! Varian:...isaiah…. Eugene: *tears some of his clothes and placing it on Isaiah’s eye* Isaiah: Augh! Varian: I-I know buddy! But we need to stop the bleeding! Eugene: it’s not enough...he needs proper bandages...WHERE'S THAT MEDIC!?

{Isaiah whimpers and grips onto his father}

Varian: It’s okay Isaiah! Daddy’s here…*brushes hair from his face* {Medic runs over and checks both boys} Medic: dear lord ...these boys need immediate medical attention. Get the surgeon! Varian: SURGEON!? {The medic picks Isaiah up} Medic: I’m sorry sir. We’ll tell the king where you can find him! *runs off with Isaiah* Varian:....Isaiah... {cut to throne room} Eugene: *pacing the floor* Rapunzel: Eugene please calm down you’re scaring Lily… Eugene: *looks over at his daughter* sorry sunshine...daddy’s just upset is all… {Varian Bursts into the throne room and runs over to them} Advisor: A-ah! Varian of Old Corona! Eugene: Varian!? {Varian bows down on his knees} Varian: Your majesties! Please accept my humblest apologies for what happened! My son knows not what he does! Please forgive- Eugene: Varian!...calm down...first things first is he alright? Varian: *looks up and rises*...he’s badly injured...the entire left half of his face is burned...charred really... Rapunzel: how did this happen? Varian: I’ve examined the explosion aftermath...he wanted to learn alchemy s-so I taught him...I had no idea of his true intentions...he seemed to have tried to make one of my goo bombs but...he made it explosive by accident..Your majesties I would never have allowed- Rapunzel: Varian...calm yourself...what happened is bad, I'm not going to lie. But no one else was seriously hurt. Punishment will be given in due time but first we need to wait for wounds to heal and We need to keep our sanity. Marketplaces can be rebuilt... Varian: Rapunzel? Rapunzel: Varian... I remember a boy who made terrible mistakes because he was angry...don’t be too hard on him Varian. He needs you now more than ever. {Varian looks at her with wide eyes; Rapunzel hugs him} Varian: *hugs her and cries* {cut to his house late at night; Isaiah lays in his bed heavily breathing with bandages covering the left side of his face} Varian: *sitting by Isaiah’s bedside dabbing his head with a cloth* Isaiah: *coughs and groans* Varian:.....what were you thinking…why would you-...*pinches bridge of nose* Isaiah: *coughing fit then whimpers* Varian: shhh...I’m here!...it’s okay buddy i’m here...Close your eyes and dream of fireflies

as they light up the sky.

Let me sing you this lullaby

as your dreams come alive.

T-There is no room for...Fear…*sniffles* {Varian looks out the window and groans at the sight of a mob approaching his door* Joseph: OPEN UP TRAITOR! WE HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YA! Crowd: YEAH! Varian: *sighs* daddy will be right back… {he walks to the front door and opens it} Varian:....Joseph...how can I be of service? Joseph: That little runt almost killed my son! Have you seen Nathaniel’s arms!? They’re burnt to a crisp! That child is insane! if the crown won’t punish him, we will! Varian: And what would you do? I realize what Isaiah did was wrong, I realize he could’ve God forbid killed someone but he didn’t and wouldn’t you say he’s been punished enough!? Quirin: Varian is right Joseph, what would punishing him even accomplish at this point? Joseph: Are you kidding me, Quirin!? what? are you letting him off the hook because he’s your son!? do you not remember the things he did as well!?

Varian: Don’t talk to my father and your leader that way! Joseph: Why don’t you shut your bloody gob Traitor!? figures your runt would take after you. How a grand lovely Duchess such as Estelle agreed to give birth to that pathetic whelp is beyond me…perhaps she was just as mad. {Varian lunges at him only to be held back by Quirin} Quirin: Varian! calm yourself son! Varian: You take that back! You muck spout! I’ll end you! Joseph: you’re still just as insane as when we were kids, alchemist! Quirin: Joseph! ...That was out of line Joseph. we do not speak ill of the dead and may I remind you Isaiah is still my grandson.:. Joseph: tsk...As you wish Quirin…come, everyone…let us leave the rabble. Physician: You had best hope he doesn’t get an infection…for I will not be the one to heal him. {they all begin to walk away. Leaving Varian and Quirin alone} Quirin: Varian? son...Are you okay? {Varian screams and punches a wall} Quirin: Varian! Varian stop! *grabs his arm* {Varian shakes and looks up at him sobbing} Quirin: oh my son… *hugs him* Varian: *sobs* {END CREDITS}

[secretsfromwholecloth]

Dragon Age: Origins (and DLCs), day 9.

A poorly-timed crash last night—there’s no such thing as a well-timed crash, of course, but an especially poorly-timed one—meant I had to play through the Dark Ritual again. Augh. Really not what I needed in my life.

At least I didn’t have to do the Landsmeet twice. I don’t think I could’ve taken that. Not on this route.

Well, I’ve got a decision to make: Bring Zevran with me, or leave him at the gates? Leliana can keep herself safer in a hard fight by virtue of being a ranged fighter, while Zevran takes careful management to keep upright, but...love interest. You know what, fuck it, I’ll bring him, we’ll see if I regret all my life choices. I’ve certainly regretted enough of them this run!

So, that rounds out the party with Loghain (Maker help me) and Wynne.

Ye gods and little fishes, it's unpleasant to see Loghain standing in Alistair’s place in the party selection screen.

While I’m implementing bad ideas, have Sten lead the defense again, or use Oghren this time? I think I’ll be boring and go with Sten.

Well, to the market district to bang out the first general.

Market district general dispatched, without allies, while being attacked from behind by two ogres, because a) easy mode is exactly what it says on the tin and b) Daiwen is legit tanky enough to not care. Like, we’re talking spectacular levels of tank here. I love it.

Now for the one in the alienage.

Calling in the Dalish to help with this one. It feels appropriate.

And now for the palace.

Well, the palace went easily enough, but the entrance to Fort Drakon got really hairy for a while there. By which I mean Daiwen had to take down the last quarter of the darkspawn by himself, including three emissaries, and used up more poutines than I’d like. (I probably could have called allies in to help, but...why?)

Loghain. Loghain. You’re meant to be a tank, right? So be a fucking tank. Which involves living long enough to keep the nasties off of Wynne so she can take care of the rest of the party. You understand this, yes? Do you need better armor? Because that can be arranged, but not until you gain a level so I can give you enough Strength points to wear the good shit (that isn’t Cailan’s war gear, because I am, once again, a sentimental old fuck, and I will not be allowing you to lay a finger on that). Which there isn’t time to do.

And now, archdemon time. Let’s do this.

Calling the mages in again, because they worked well last time. If they fail, I can always call the rest of the elves in.

Is that the Legion of the Dead? Nice. I was wondering where they’d turn up since I successfully persuaded them to help.

Archdemon down, whew!

Daiwen has told Anora he’s going to rejoin his clan, though we know how well that’s going to work out. He’s had a miserable few days, he wants to go home. Just for a while. Please?

He’s still terribly, terribly sorry, Alistair.

...really? Crashing as I’m ending the game? I hate you, game.

OK, I don’t hate you, looks like you still registered that I’d finished.

So, it’s time for Awakening. WHOOOOOO.

This “ex officio Arl of Amaranthine” thing sounds like a bad joke as far as Daiwen is concerned. The one time he got involved in shemlen politics, he got talked into ruining his closest remaining friendship and letting Morrigan run off somewhere pregnant with an Old God in the body of the Queen of Ferelden’s half-sibling, because that’s going to go amazingly well for everyone. He’s really not looking forward to Shem Politics Lead Daiwen Mahariel To Fuck Up His Entire Life 2: Electric Boogaloo.

(Relax, kiddo, it’ll actually be less horrible this time! You’ll make friends you get to keep! Some, anyway. At least one.)

Hello, Anders. Fuck it, you’ll do. Not like Daiwen particularly loves the Chantry either, thanks to the whole Dalish thing.

Hello again, Oghren. Welp, this may as well happen!

When Daiwen drops to his knees in front of Alistair, it’s not in deference to a shemlen king, but to beg his friend’s forgiveness. Not that he gets the chance to. At least his majesty seems to have calmed down.

Oof, all warriors except for Anders is a fine party in combat, but I’ll be well pleased when I pick up a rogue. Unlocking things is useful!

Speaking of which, hello, Nathaniel. It’s good to see you.

Daiwen is well aware of his mixed record when it comes to co-opting people who once wanted him dead, but that is one goddamn tempting skillset. Shouldn’t have bragged, Nate. Welcome to the Wardens. You’ll learn to like your lot in time.

This boob splint is even sillier than the boob plate. Please stop, game.

With Nathaniel’s whole “Does this please you?” shtick, Daiwen isn’t sure if he’s being sassed, flirted with, or submitted to. Or all three. Zevran is going to get some terribly amusing letters.

Supporting evidence: I’ve picked up his quest and gotten him to +41 approval already. It’s been, what, a couple of days in-game?

Daiwen is absolutely, 100%, definitely not using Anders and/or Nathaniel as a do-over of his friendship with Alistair. Nope. What could possibly give you that idea, aside from him doing exactly that and being super blatant about it?

Good thing the only one in a position to notice is Oghren, and first he’d have to a) sober up and b) care.

Daiwen is so in for it when Anders does the thing and leaves, isn’t he? Maybe keep him away from anything alcoholic for a few days after that.

Running the numbers in my head, it’s bizarre to think of Nathaniel being right around the same age as Blackwall (41 vs. vaguely early 40s during the main game of DAI). Comes with meeting them at such different life stages, I suppose.

And before I get off the subject of him, his quest is done, the hug has happened, and it was all very cute and I wish there were more hugs around.

It’s gotten late, so more tomorrow.

[the-canine-king]

i answered all 50 questions in that oc question post

note: i'm only talking about the ones i made lol i was gonna link them all the character’s names to their profiles but that shit’s way too much work so: https://toyhou.se/CanineKing/characters/folder:all/tags:1/tagged:Original

1. Your first OC ever? hmm, there's probably two answers 1) an unnamed character who was basically a fantasy dressed fox kemono boy. do you remember playing a game as a kid where you look out the window in a car and you imagine someone doing sick parkour beside your car? he was the character i imagined (there was also a whole other story i dreamt up where i was some long lost princess from other world and he was gonna save me from this one but that's a whole other thing) he's technically a character i thought of but never thought of anything beyond that, i don't think i ever drew him either 2) 4 (maybe 5) characters i made in middle school where it was about these characters that come from families that can bend one particular element, and they're all friends on school trying to get used to their passed down powers and also be basically kid superheroes. i drew them out and gave them names, but i never wrote anything beyond that, but they were definitely ones that i would call my first actual written ocs 2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs? -looks at ace, eliott, and mel- no 3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else? yup! before i wasn't so big on the adopt thing, but i turned into a fan w/ collecting designs and writing a lil story for them! i adopted 38 characters, and one other that's currently still in the process of trade :P (and unfortunately trying to purge some away) 4. A character you rarely talk about? unfortunately that'd be a lot of characters bc i'm super focused on drawing ace/ mel smooching for the 548787th time 5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? i'd probably make it eliott bc who else doesn't love a cute, shy, goat boy on the internet 6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related? ...... i can't think of any lmao 7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories? i literally only make ocs to make stories so 8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here! nah i can't do rp stuff :'D 9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else? honestly, not really if i made them lol but i guess i can if i'm not attatched to them and such, so if i just made a design and offered them up then yeah i can trade them (unless i love their design lol) 10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? even thought i haven't fully drawn my plans for his outfit, azazel would be the most complicated in my standards 11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? me personally, i'd say eliott bc that baby boy is trying his best story wise, either thorne or lucas (but totally lucas since thorne is a liar at heart) 12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot TOO MANY AUGH the very first oc i fell in love with but was forever homes was like a fantasy setting character that was an adventurer and had eagle legs/ other features w/ banging colours but other than that too many others 13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? again, a lot, i guess. bc they mostly fall into that trope? aiden (even though he's trying to be a better person), damien, eve, hugh (in a way), jack, ollie, ricky, roman, and wyatt 14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory uhhhh, hard to choose, i don't have any more bc i haven't written their backstories yet lol - growing up as a theif his whole life to support him and his mother, accidentally kills someone after an awakening of powers and is had to run from his hometown - growing up being shadowed over and forced to be someone that they're not, only to get their hubris get to them, causing themselves and others get hurt and can't even remember the person they loved - growing up w/ betrayal after betrayal she closed herself off, but they met someone and slowly opened up and accidentally fell in love w/ them, only later getting caught and fell from grce, then only to find the person they trusted before not remember them - after being caught on what seemed to be a fatal accident, gets rescured from a miraculous surgery, but he's slowly forgetting what he looks like and who he was every passing second - two people close to each other, only to end up w/ betrayal and lies 15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people? absolutely but if they ask me something i haven't planned yet i'm just "UHHH" 16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? 17. Any OC OTPs? nah ace/ mel is my notp :/ anyways if it's couples in general then: - ace/ mel - lucas/ darla - kaiko/ caspian - + a bunch of the parents in the monster family story - damon/ ollie (okay i'm really not planning for them to be together, but they cute u.u) - jebediah/ demon boyfriend - gunther/ harem - nadiya/ her girlfriend which i still haven't decided if i want her to be like a princess or a traveling swordsman of sorts) - the chimera girl i designed/ her human girlfriend - the fallen god/ mercenary 18. Any OC crackships? uhh i actually don't know :V anyone of the people listed  being w/ someone else would be a crackship? idk every other pairing i know i wouldn't like lol 19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) i guess eliott! i guess also catherine, ricky, comet, and/ or captain since they were my fist group of ocs i wrote a bit about, but i think eliott means a lot more bc he was the one that got me thinking more about ocs  :> 20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)? for some reason i feel like rosa would be a singer? va hc would be someone w/ a strong husky voice and she would probably sing really well in kind of old slow songs you hear in old bars i also thought maybe lillie could sing too, but they’d usually be softer songs or lullabies to calm herself down it’d be nice/ cool to write for fallen god to be able to sing as well, and maybe the mercenary too so they can have nights signing together. maybe fallen god can sing songs that are in their own god language or whatever, and mercenary can watch in awe there may be others but i can’t think of them rn/ they might be charas i haven’t fully made yet 21. Your most artistic OC lmao it’s a bunch of ocs that i haven’t developed my ocs enough for me to know so let’s skip i guess 22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? i mean, people get some stuff wrong about my ocs sometimes but they’re usually so small that i really don’t care about it lol 23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like? hmm they relatively stayed the same personality wise but i assure you everyone’s changed from their initial drawing of them 24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? that's. a really hard choice actually lol bc i wanna be hugged by one of the parents in the monster family story i made, but i also wanna hang out w/ the characters that i can comfortably hang out w/ lol 25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?) everyone’s got a bit of shared piece of themselves w/ their ocs don’t they? 26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? against my will? i can’t think of anything that i changed against my will so no :V 27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? the only two i can come up rn are: alistair (devil wears a suit and tie) and rosa (o, raven) 28. Your most dangerous OC? i guess the chimera girl i made since she’s trying to fit in the modern life? i mean i still haven’t thought of her story yet but i know she Angery 29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? ace, aiden, maybe keaton 30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? mel, eva, roy 31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) eliott: landscape stuff, muted colours, mystical content here and there ace: default theme, memes, probably has a side blog that’s more of an aesthetic blog mel: super aesthetic blog, romance themed 32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? literally anyone in the renegade group i could’ve said anyone in the hunters group but they’re all fucking idiots (lee would be more closer to the renegade’s level tho) 33. Your shyest OC? eliott, roy, audrey, fallen god 34. Do you have any twin characters? i literally want to design twin ocs just to have twin ocs jdshfkjsdf 35. Any sibling characters? audrey, dylan, and elle + eve and juno + ace and jack 36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? nah not really lol 37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human ?? i barely have human characters in the first place, unless this one means humanoid :V 38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? iiiii can’t think of anyone other than the two parents i thought of that i’m planning to be dance teachers lmao 39. Introduce any character you want i haven’t drawn them yet but fallen god and mercenary are two unnamed characters that i recently started thinking of where fallen god falls from the heavens and looses their sight, and the merc runs from their past meet and they team up together w/ the merc being fallen god’s eyes and the fallen go being their protector 40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share! i guess it;s just sentimental ones like, first ocs, first compliments, first art/ fic of them, etc. 41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!) YEAH AND EVERYONE DRAWS THEM CUTER THAN I DO (well i mean these were from freebies, art trades/ games, and gifts but still) please check out ace’s other’s art gallery and eliott’s other’s art gallery, bc they have the most of them (bc i ask for them a lot lol) 42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? whoever in middle school age i guess 43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess big n beefy, jokesters, heart of gold 44. Something you like about your OCs in general that i made them all (well of course not the adopted kids) 45. A character you no longer use? everyone every time i don’t focus on their story anymore than i used to ;;;; 46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly? fortunately no, and i hope no one does and it’d stop to others bc wow that’s rude as hell 47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? okay literally the first time i made eliott, everyone i knew wanted to adopt him as their kid lol 48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure eliott, parker, elle (i love all of them tho :’D) 49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes ace, roman, ricky, aiden, dylan, eva, ollie 50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want i love all of my babes okay good night

[psycho-slytherin]

Less 2

Your boyfriend promised he’d drink less.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Yoongi x Reader, Policeman!Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Angst

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The gun goes off with a loud BANG and the recoil makes the firearm clatter to the floor, your trembling hands too weak to grip it properly. In front of you stands Yoongi, your boyfriend, your love, the man to which you’ve dedicated years of your life– and he sways, and he falls to his knees, the look on his face one of amusement and yet utter betrayal as the dark red stain on his shirt begins to spread outwards. You gasp– you’ve really shot someone, you’re a– “Murderer.” Yoongi spits out the word as though it’s poison on his lips. His breaths are unsteady and ragged, his shoulders are slumped, one hand behind his back while the other clutches his chest… but he managed to stare with eyes that seem to see straight through you, and on to something beyond. “I-I’ll call the police!” You look to your right and see Officer Jeon groaning on the floor. He’s gone so pale he’s near translucent, but at least his radio is still clipped to his belt. You tug at it, pressing buttons frantically, please, please– “Jeon? This is Sergeant Kim. Can you tell me where the hell you’ve gone? Over.” You jump at the crackle, the voice, and the sudden silence. “Please help me,” you cry, pressing the same button as before. “O-officer Jeon has been stabbed, and there’s–” you swallow back a sob. “There’s another man, he’s been shot, I need an ambulance right away!” “Jeon’s been–?” the radio goes silent. “I need a location.” You tell him your address, and Sergeant Kim pauses for a second. “Okay, an ambulance is on its way. Are you safe, miss?” You look around. Despite the bruises on your face and wrist, and a few glass cuts, you’re alright. “Yes.” Officer Jeon appears to have passed out from shock or blood loss, but he’s still breathing. And Yoongi… Min Yoongi is slumping lower and lower by degrees, and you see beads of sweat forming as he struggles to stay conscious.

“How could you,” he coughs, blood dripping from his lips, and your heart shatters. You scoot closer, reaching out to touch his arm. “Yoongi, you’re gonna be fine, I’m so sorr–” “How could you… you BITCH!” his bellow sounds only half human and you flinch, expecting another slap, a dead man’s last hurrah, but instead... “AUGH!” you scream, scrambling backwards. Yoongi had somehow clung on to his broken bottle and like an idiot, you’d let your guard down. Lucky he didn’t get any vitals, but as you look down at the gash on your inner thigh… is it your imagination or is there a lot more blood than there should be? Some faint wisp of information from your days as an ambulance technician escapes you. Inner thigh… and something about blood loss. You blink hard and press your hand to the wound, attempting to slow blood flow. Already your vision seems tilted, blurry, and blood is gushing through your fingers and onto the floor. “Nng…” The radio crackles again, and someone speaks, but it’s impossible to focus on their words. Black spots dance before you and you’re tempted, so tempted to succumb, Yoongi is all you have, all that’s ever mattered and now… You grit your teeth, woozy with pain. Now… he’s hurt you. “Hff…y/n…” Officer Jeon suddenly groans props himself up on his elbow and makes a grab for the radio. Even that minor movement causes him to gasp sharply in pain. “Lie down,” you tell him, tears rolling down your cheeks as you clutch at your leg, contending with your own agony. “Officer, I called… I called…” Who did you call? You can’t remember. your head is pounding, your thoughts are fuzzy, you’re gasping for air and you can’t fight anymore. This is it, Yoongi, you think as you slip away from the earth, as you drown in darkness, this is what you wanted, right? Funny how even in death, you give Yoongi everything. Light. Bright, painful. Painful. Yes. There’s pain. You feel it– angry, throbbing. Since when is death supposed to hurt? Are you still alive? Huh. 

“Ergh...” you blink hard, your eyes adjusting to the brilliant light.

“Oh, you’re awake. Let me call the doctor.”

“W-who...?” but it’s too late, whoever spoke has disappeared.

“Yoongi?” you whisper, unsure as to whether you want a response. Regardless, you get none, and as you look around you realize the IV drip and heart rate monitor attached to you mean that you must be in a hospital.

“Miss l/n?” A man in a white coat enters the room, consulting a clipboard. “Good to see you’re awake. I’m Dr. Kim Seokjin, and–”

The door opens again and a man wearing a police uniform strides to your bedside. “Y/n. How are you feeling?”

“Uh, I’m–”

“Great. Sergeant Kim Namjoon, we spoke over the radio, do you mind if I ask you some questions about what happened?”

You shrink into yourself as the sergeant looms over you. “Okay...”

“Wonderful. Can you tell me–”

“Sergeant Kim, I understand that you want information, but she is first and foremost a patient and shall be treated as such,” Dr. Kim says icily.

“Of course, doctor, but one of my officers was stabbed and unlike Officer Jeon, y/n here is currently awake and I’m in need of answers.” You can see Sergeant Kim’s jaw working in an effort to maintain his professionalism.

“Her femoral artery was severed, multiple lacerations required stitches, and she suffered severe blood loss. You will get your answers after I am certain of my patient’s condition. Should you test my patience further, I will have you removed from this room.”

It’s as if the doctor has dropped a mic– his tone leaves no room for argument, and Sergeant Kim nods grudgingly and backs away.

Meanwhile, Dr. Kim takes your blood pressure, checks the IV, and generally makes sure you’re all kinds of alive.

“M-my leg...” you’re in a hospital bed, with your lower body covered by a thin blanket. “And Yoongi. Where’s Yoongi?”

“Your leg suffered the worst of it, we recovered several shards of glass from the wound before stitching you up. Your left femoral artery was cut, but you’re quite lucky– any later and...” he falls silent, but you understand. You finally remember learning this during your medical training: If the deep femoral artery is severed, you black out in thirty seconds and can bleed out in three minutes.

Any later, indeed. You draw back the blanket and gasp. Your leg is wrapped in thick bandages, and when you prod at your own flesh it feels almost alien. You draw back with a hiss of pain after a wave of agony hits you, making you nauseous.

“Where’s Yoongi?” you croak again.

“Dr. Kim, if I may?” the sergeant steps forward.

“Be my guest.”

Sergeant Kim flips open a notepad. “Y/n– may I call you that? You were found at the scene along with Officer Jeon Jungkook and a Mr. Min Yoongi, who had a record of multiple arrests for DUIs and altercations resulting in violence. Our records show he was incarcerated overnight after an altercation with a Mr. Jung Hoseok, who has not pressed charges. Officer Jeon did not notify his colleagues when he came to your house, but CC camera footage shows him leaving the station almost immediately after you and Mr. Min, at 6:48am. We received a call from you on Jeon’s radio roughly forty minutes later, at 7:33am. Does that timeline hold up?”

“Y-yes.”

“Now, we just need you to fill in the blanks, y/n. What happened when you got home?”

You hesitate. Yoongi slapped you. But if you tell the police, they’ll take him away from you– and some part of you can’t stand that.

You stare down at your bandaged hands. “Nothing- nothing happened.”

Sergeant Kim frowns slightly. “Are you sure?”

“Uh...”

“We found the door had been kicked down. We’re wondering why Officer Jeon would choose to go to those lengths.”

“He was worried,” you blurt out. “About me. Um. Yoongi was being a bit aggressive, that’s all, and Officer Jeon was worried.”

“Aggressive? Did he hurt you?”

The bruises on your cheek and wrist shine like a beacon. Why are you acting this way? You tried to escape from Yoongi, that’s how this whole thing started. And now... what, now you’ve changed your mind?

What’s Yoongi done to you?

You take a deep breath. You’re the only one who can tell this story– you have a responsibility.

“He was slapping me around a bit, Officer Jeon burst in and helped me, but Yoongi snuck up behind him, he had a bit to drink–” a sob gets stuck in your throat as you recount the day. “S-stabbed him.”

“And then?”

I took Officer Jeon’s gun and shot Yoongi. He thought I wouldn’t, he trusted me–

In the briefest terms, you relay the events to Sergeant Kim, who scribbles it down on his notepad. After an eternity, he nods. “Well, if what you said is true, you’re not in any legal trouble– you clearly acted in self-defense.”

Another police officer knocks, pokes her head in, and tells Sergeant Kim that Officer Jeon has woken up.

Oh, thank god, he’s alive.

“C-can I see him?”

Both men turn to you in surprise.

“Miss l/n, in your condition–”

“It would be against police protocol–”

“Please,” you plead. “I need to thank him. He saved me.”

A few minutes later you’re being pushed down the hall in a wheelchair. You told Dr. Kim that it was unnecessary, but he insisted.

“He’s just in here.”

You soon come face to face with the policeman. He sits up in bed when he notices you. “Miss l/n.”

“Call me y/n,” you say. “You look a lot better, huh?”

He laughs dryly. “Anything’s better than that.”

“Officer Jeon–”

“Jungkook,” he supplies, and you smile.

“Jungkook, I wanted to thank you. And apologize. It’s because of me that you’re injured.”

He thinks for a second. “And it’s because of you that I’m alive.”

You both fall silent.

“The actions you took were brave,” Sergeant Kim says from the doorway. “No jury in their right mind would convict you, if you’re worried.”

“Convicted? Convicted of what?”

Sergeant Kim looks from you to Jungkook. “After a point-blank shot to the heart? Convicted of... well, of murder.”

“Y/n. Y/n, wake up, wake– what’s the matter with her?”

“Her heart has been having to work overtime to cope with the blood loss, it’s no wonder... we should’ve kept her in bed. I need her hooked up to an IV with type O negative blood bags, stat.”

“Y/n, please...” and the voice is a whisper in your ear. “Wake up.”

“Yeah, wake up.” Yoongi prods you with an empty bottle.

“You’re dead,” you tell him.

“’Cause you killed me. It ain’t my fault.”

You think about it. “Are you sure about that?”

His gaze darkens, the mellow expression turns murderous and he swings the bottle, letting the glass connect solidly with your jaw.

“Ungh!” You cough weakly, tasting blood, and your jaw feels like it’s on fire. Yoongi, however, isn’t done and he wields the bottle like a weapon, striking every inch of you within reach, emphasizing each word with a blow.

“Fucking bitch...” Thud. “You think it’s my fault?” Thud. “You’re the one that stayed, day after day after fucking day.” Thud. “You don’t got the right to be mad.” Thud. “You deserve to suffer.”

“Stop it,” you cry.

“Doctor, can you please tell me what’s going on with her movement? A seizure?”

Yoongi smashes the bottle against your collarbone and you scream in pain. “Stop!”

“Possibly... but we saw no sign of head trauma.”

“Stop!” You bolt upwards to find yourself back in the hospital bed, sandwiched in between the blanket and a plain white towel.

“Wha...”

Dr. Kim pats the towel. “You were sweating so much, you were soaking through the sheets– we were trying to keep you comfortable.

“Th-th-th-” you can’t get the words out, you’re trembling so violently. The doctor notices.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” he asks in concern. You shake your head no. Lie.

You turn to Sergeant Kim, who’s leaning against the wall with a stony expression.

“What happened? You were moving, jerking around in your sleep,” he says.

“Bad dream.” I killed him, I killed him, I killed my Yoongi...

A knock. “Y/n?”

After Yoongi’s attacks on your psyche, Jungkook’s voice is a ray of light. He rolls in on a wheelchair and grips your hand in his own.

“Are you alright?”

You smile gratefully. “Better now.”

“Jeon, you’ll need to file a full report on this incident, understood?” the sergeant says.

“Yessir.”

“The both of you will have to stay overnight,” Dr. Kim announces. “If all goes well, you can be out of here in a week or so.”

“In the meantime, if they’re going to keep flitting about to see each other, can we move both of them into one room?” Sergeant Kim sighs. "Officer Jeon, what are you doing here? Are you flirting on the job again?”

Jungkook blushes. “I’m not flirting, I’m not on duty, and I wanted to see how y/n was doing. Sir.”

“I’m okay. I’m stronger than I look,” you say. Aren’t you?

Yoongi’s voice echoes loud and clear in your mind. “No, you’re not.”

A/N: Hiya! Hope you enjoyed this continuation of Less. As always, all types of feedback are really appreciated, so feel free to comment or drop me an ask with your thoughts!

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full thoughts on the ace attorney anime/a review under the cut. if you don’t want to be spoiled you can skip this but i just wanted to ramble for a bit:

i didn’t hate it as much as i had thought i would, maybe save for the farewell my turnabout episodes (you already know how i feel about those lmfao but i’ll elaborate more later). it was okay; a fun watch, but i have a lot of criticisms. since i’m better at lists i guess i’ll start doing things in list format now, let’s go!

pros:

-MAYA IS DRAWN REALLY CUTELY, LITERALLY ALWAYS. THE STAR OF THE SHOW

-the second opening honestly is pretty badass

-franziska is here, what more could i want

-characters like phoenix, maya, mia, oldbag and lotta have REALLY fitting voices, imo. maybe because they’re close to my headcanon voices for them but i think these five sound excellent

-after the first half of the series the characters start to look a lot more consistent. i was unhappy with how they were drawn and animated in the first 12 episodes but they got better, i think

cons:

-on the whole, despite the progression of the art from the first cour to the second, the show is pretty visually unappealing. the animation is choppy in parts and some characters (notably adrian) get renditions of themselves that are inferior to their game counterparts

-court breakdowns are INCREDIBLY underwhelming. i honestly cannot remember a single one that was handled or transitioned well

-adrian’s entire fucking arc oh my GOD i am NEVER going to shut up about this i’m just so MAD i don’t see how ANYONE COULD DO TH

-i know it’s hard to fit these stories into 24 episodes but the pacing felt rushed at points i feel it shouldn’t have. it glosses over or leaves out entirely plot points that were more emphasized in the games (see the above point for an example) and jumbles around dialogue that was meant for other parts of the story that were cut. the latter part is understandable, but it’s jarring if you’ve played the games

-speaking of breakdowns, i already mentioned this (in the tags of another post tho whoops) but franziska’s breakdown in 2-2 should have been much, MUCH more significant. i’m gonna talk about this for just a brief moment, if you will. remember her fist banging animation from the games?

-yeah, so you may think this is a pretty small, not-so-impactful animation, right? well, the anime manages to capture none of the character, the anger or the expressiveness of it. it’s so underwhelming it may as well have been cut too cuz you know they like to do that. all she does is stand over the bench and pound her fist a bit while talking to herself. no whipping, no lashing out, NOTHING. and i think that’s pathetic!! this is her first loss EVER since becoming a prosecutor; it’s a MAJOR event in her life and she’s PISSED and they just failed ASTRONOMICALLY to convey that

-speaking of franziska, again, would it kill them to have made her more expressive? i mean, it matches with the range of expressions she has in the game, i suppose, and she is supposed to be composed and refined.....maybe this one is more subjective though. i’m a person who regularly consumes and creates cartoons and it just made me kind of sad to only see basically one or two types of faces on her. augh

-another subjective thing but i really hate how much they emphasize lips on women. like yeah, people be out here having lips, but i guess there’s something that irks me about them having to be so....pink and prominent in anime (and this isn’t just a problem with this show. it’s a problem with media as a whole, tbh). gonna pull up some game sprites once again to show you what i mean:

(yeah i know i use franziska and adrian a lot as examples but my blog centers around them mostly i don’t know what to tell you)

then....you have the anime:

uggggh

again, very subjective. whether or not franziska for example wears lipstick in canon depiction really depends from appearance-to-appearance, and it’s not as if these characters can’t wear lipstick-- that is not at all what i’m getting at. the reason it irks me is that it just reeks of a creative decision made to emphasize beauty, or to say “hey! these characters are girls!” et cetera, which BOTHERS me on a personal level. you don’t have to be RADIATING FEMININITY to be a girl. end of story. you’re in no way obligated to agree with me on how much i hate this part but that’s just.....how i feel about it

the psyche-lock segment that was present in the games is completely gone in the anime, which is strange to me seeing as it’s still a major part of the series well past the second game. probably was cut to fit into the episode limits

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in sum: it was enjoyable, but there is quite a bit of room for much-needed improvement. honestly i feel that you may enjoy it better if you’ve never ever played any of the games in your life because you won’t have the same expectations of someone who has. if you have played the games, i still think it’s a worthwhile watch, but be warned you may or very likely will be disappointed

and.....to touch upon the last few episodes (case 2-4) briefly once more, since i’ve already screamed about it beforehand: this was a major letdown for me. i was expecting it because i had heard things about it, but it still kicked me in the shins with more disappointment i did not expect. in addition to changing celeste to be her sister (euugh why), they left out the bits about adrian’s mental illness ENTIRELY which...is a HUGE part of this case, and i don’t know why they did that. it feels that in this iteration she’s more of a throwaway character than anything--even in what bits they did leave for her after all the changes, her backstory and motives feel unimportant. they’re just thrown at you for a brief moment at the beginning at the case and only brought up once at the end. you don’t feel like she’s fighting for celeste; you don’t feel like she’s trying to hide her past, you just feel like there’s.....nothing there. this is not adrian, this is, ironically, a hollow husk of the character she is supposed to be, and honestly, how dare they

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that’s it thank you for reading this all if you made it this far lmao, you get an honorary attorney’s badge and an oatmeal cookie. toodles

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☀♥✂

the salty af munday meme / accepting

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

augh, I'm usually pretty flexible so it's hard to pick out some of the small things that give me pet peeves ... one small thing is usually inconsistent faceclaims, but in terms where you have multiple faceclaims for one character and there are things like a very visibly different hairstyle/bangs ... like it's such a small thing, i know, but i just have a bad tendency to pick up on differences very easily (staring at my own icons where i can easily see the off pieces between my own faceclaims despite my own edits to the icons).

♥ What’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

oh god -- it's less to ME and more to other people that I've seen some godawful shit but that's a whole can of worms in itself ... surprisingly my worst story is pretty tame compared to some other things people have been through and it's mostly just through an anon who was insinuating one of my OCs was forcing himself onto other OC ... who was his future partner (cause they were in the vaguely gay denial stage) ... and wasn't actually forcing himself ... and it was written at the consent of both of us? like me and her were genuinely sitting there confused as fuck when that anon came in. subsequently set a whole paranoia in said OC about coming off like that so that was fun. 😬

I'm pretty sure I've had some other questionable things happen but honestly, my RP life is pretty tame when it comes to myself ... and my memory is shoddy MFHFHFHFH

✂ A fandom that you feel isn’t open and accepting?

since I haven't fandom hopped a lot over the years it's hard to get too deep into others ... the bleach fandom is a weird one, but keep in mind this is from someone who had been in it for at least 5ish years before my OC moved more into fandomless (though i still followed/follow quite a decent number of bleach blogs), so my experience is based off more the early 2010's.

it was welcoming but canon cliques were prevalent then and there was some sense of elitist vibes that came off when it came to a few people in the fandom that were bigger names ... god knows there was some shitload of drama that went down in the fandom that had whole blogs dedicated to it and it was wild shit. OCs felt harder to really manage back then as well, compared to now anyways, usually they were always second compared to other canon characters, and although there was mingling, there was some separation between the two at the same time (honestly i still feel like it’s a bit prevalent even now, but not to the same degree).

of course, I can't speak for it now, since the fandom is pretty on the down low until the last arc animation is made, then probably there may be a spike in people.

[caepaecaesurae]

> Cae + Nad : Gossip

caepaecaesurae So I'm getting better about lovwers trolljacksparrow yeah? caepaecaesurae I'm actually trying all that again A bit trolljacksparrow ooh anyone specific in mind/any takers yet, lovve?

caepaecaesurae I appear to havwe horrible taste Or At least slightly questionable trolljacksparrow ehehehehehhe cmon cmon wwho is it caepaecaesurae Oh tsk like you'vwe nevwer had that realisation about anything you'vwe wvillingly gotten yourself into ... Ringleader, twvice. trolljacksparrow ringleader??????/ ring???? leader??????? RINGLEADER????? caepaecaesurae I wvas a trickster one of those times and it turned out fine, so trolljacksparrow ring "HHuHhHHhurrrgghhhh ive never submitted to anything not even a stoplight, hurggggghhhh, i am very tough sexually everyone needs to know this" leader??? caepaecaesurae You knowv, wve're both old and lazy and get bored trolljacksparrow oh my god??? (dont misunderstand, i support you!) but oh my god! caepaecaesurae Honestly, entirely reasonable trolljacksparrow HONEY, howw is your taste so bad! ....ok but howw did it go caepaecaesurae Also your description is delightful I don't knowv, magic? trolljacksparrow ehehehehehehe caepaecaesurae Wvell, it wvent wvell enough for a second round trolljacksparrow ayyyyy/ caepaecaesurae It's purposefully a bit intermittant to avwoid getting terribly attached, but I think there'll be a third at some point trolljacksparrow (terribly attached on wwhich side?) i wwould literally nevver havve seen this coming. like. literally nevver. caepaecaesurae wvell, I'm stupid and he's prone to obsession, so either wvay, really. trolljacksparrow if someone wwas like  "dude, dude, your kismesis is gonna bang that one guy (tm)" i wwould not havve believved them pffff holy fuck man ok but honestly, good on you trolljacksparrow hell yeah highfivve caepaecaesurae haha High fivwe, chief. I havwe no idea wvhat I'm doing wvith myself, but.. it's good to get out there. And he's not all bad.  If you scoot the bad bits off the plate there's things left It's alright trolljacksparrow yeah, i actually like got along wwith him that one time after he freaked out that i wwas going to do vviolence upon him hes not all bad, surprisingly >That 'haha' kinda makes you feel bad. Should you be, like, more supportive? Or something? caepaecaesurae "I'm thinking of you naked" wvas the line that wvorked on him by the wvay. trolljacksparrow FUCK L O L caepaecaesurae He wvas surprised trolljacksparrow FANTASTIC caepaecaesurae It wvas pretty good trolljacksparrow nice!! you fuckin smooth operator hahahahaha caepaecaesurae I don't remember wvhat it wvas during the trickster thing I think it wvas something like "I'm easy and interested" I havwe no idea wvhat people consider smooth or wvhy trolljacksparrow ehehehehehe yeah honestly most of the times me neither but dude, lets celebrate, like, hell yeah broadening horizons and all that noise caepaecaesurae :) trolljacksparrow ://) !! caepaecaesurae Te amo trolljacksparrow te amo! tea ammo! all of that! trolljacksparrow (fucking ringleader. unbelievable.) trolljacksparrow (TWWELVVE FEET TALL) caepaecaesurae He's rather fond of my teeth I'm not used to getting compliments about that that don't sound like comparisons to beartraps trolljacksparrow thats a mood sexy sexy beartraps caepaecaesurae He's also remarkably considerate and careful WVith a backup just in case trolljacksparrow thats fantastic! a backup? like, threesomes? caepaecaesurae wvell I meant my extra teeth Most beartraps havwe only the one rowv trolljacksparrow OH yeah ivve nevver hunted bears, i dont knoww i thought it tied into the considerate part and like yeah that wwould be considerate but clarification wwas needed caepaecaesurae Aye, I'm not quite up to several-somes yet trolljacksparrow you can wwork up to it, it takes time to build stamina ://P caepaecaesurae Speaking of Ringleader though, do you see the post he responded to?  The one wvhere cherry shrimp spoke up trolljacksparrow ....im trying to imagine sollux vvantas on a date wwith ringleader "fucking ringleader" makara and i am FAILING MISERABLY caepaecaesurae Same It's almost majestic trolljacksparrow just. i cant picture them in the same room evven but just caepaecaesurae Nowv try to imagine his moirail's spin on this trolljacksparrow the mind cant handle that many possiblities oh my goD HAHAHAHAHA caepaecaesurae This is entirely my fault and I can't find myself minding trolljacksparrow you arrange beautiful things, sometimes caepaecaesurae The boy's a damn boxer and I think Ringleader wvould respect that trolljacksparrow he is, but hes also like i mean i dont think ringleader is immune to sollux vvantas cause NO ONE IS, APPARENTLY caepaecaesurae Sollux VWantas. trolljacksparrow JUST LOOK AT HIM AUGH sollux vvwwantas anywway i still cant fucking picture it but if it happens itll be glorious caepaecaesurae Imagine Sollux VWantas and Ringleader aiming for casual lovwers, and the moirail wvandering directly into a terrible pitch court wvith Ringleader if she isn't already spoken for in pitch trolljacksparrow i mean, hed probably find a lot of wways to piss her off, but that? wwould end in fire caepaecaesurae She'd be a brat, and his dedication to her health wvould rest entirely on her moirail's shoulders And as wve all knowv, Sollux VWantas trolljacksparrow yea wwe really do then again ringleader, wwho is apparently super blunt, might be the only person to be blunt enough for the boy wwho didnt realize wwhat pinching someones ass indicated caepaecaesurae I think Ringleader is the only responsible adult invwolvwed, and that's going to be fascinating to hear about ovwer drinks somenight trolljacksparrow ovver a lot of drinks caepaecaesurae Probably it wvon't go anywvhere caepaecaesurae But it's interesting to think about trolljacksparrow hahahaha yeah caepaecaesurae Anywvay I thought I'd keep you in the loop About Ringleader "Yes that one" Makara trolljacksparrow i appreciate it! keep me in the loop about any others, yeah? (like im fine wwith evverything i just. wwant gossip) caepaecaesurae I'll try dearest If it evwer comes to someone wvhere the secret wvould be hard but important to me to keep, wvould you rather struggle wvith it or not be technically sure? trolljacksparrow wwho could you possibly fuck that requires covvert ops, babe but like caepaecaesurae If someone has clade wvho are vwiolently opposed to highbloods for example, or wvho havwe terrible history wvith Amporas specifically ... caepaecaesurae If someone has clade wvho mistrust me specifically due to some long-ago argument If I evwer make it wvith a VWriska trolljacksparrow ok i just gotta outline that if anyone tries to mess wwith you ill hand them their spine noww that thats done wwith hhm, i dont knoww. like... i wwant to support you, yeah? but also, like, im just......i wwouldnt betray you, evver caepaecaesurae Oh surely, and I appreciate it caepaecaesurae I knowv you wvouldn't I'm just asking if you'd prefer juicy gossip, or havwing things easy not havwing to keep track of wvho knowvs wvhat trolljacksparrow im thinking about that because on one hand fuuuuck i lovve gossip but on the other hand i often havve a hard time wwith like not freaking out ovver direct lying? so its like wwhat are the odds that someone comes up to me and is like HEY ARE CAE AND X FUCKING and im unable to say 'hey. fuck you' (id do it anywway, like, despite the thing, it just might not be effectivve) so its like caepaecaesurae Higher than you'd think, hypothetically! trolljacksparrow make your best judgment of like wwhat thats just like, my clade i guess is it only hypothetically? caepaecaesurae ... There's someone else, and I do think you'd havwe an easier time of it if I'm not specific.  The one you'd be trying not to lie to is Sparks, for possibly a swveep or fivwe until a fewv things wvork out. If it lasts that long caepaecaesurae But at the same time, I lovwe and trust you. trolljacksparrow mmmm yeah. caepaecaesurae And it's important I not try to ovwer-control things trolljacksparrow okay i havve no idea wwhat that means in relation to all this but like yeah, aight like, dont tell me >Man, you're put out by this more than you anticipated. trolljacksparrow >Why can't you enjoy gossip. caepaecaesurae Te amo, dearest.  If any rough spots evwer get wvorked out so secrecy isn't an issue, or if it doesn't wvork out so it can be a past-tense secret rather than an ongoing one, I'll be sure to let you knowv first thing But.. I'm getting out there, and it's rare and precious and newv, and I havwe rather awvkwvard taste But hey, wvhat else is newv trolljacksparrow sent a GIF caepaecaesurae You and Kankri are the only ones wvho knowv about a vwisit or twvo to Ringleader And you're the only one wvho knowvs he's not the only one trolljacksparrow ! i adore you trolljacksparrow once again, anyone troubles you ill fucking delimb them, but yeah caepaecaesurae WVarm thoughts for cold evwenings trolljacksparrow oh, and by the wway trolljacksparrow you offered up a lot of scenarios back then, right caepaecaesurae Back wvhen? trolljacksparrow back wwhen i wwas like oh dude wwhat reason could you possibly havve to havve a tactical dick appointment relying on james bondery and secrecy caepaecaesurae Aye, that I did trolljacksparrow and you specifically mentioned making it wwith a vvriska... caepaecaesurae Sparks looks rather dimly on those trolljacksparrow that he does, that he does but also trolljacksparrow also wwell caepaecaesurae Unrelated sidenote, I'm trading holiday gifts wvith his VWriska nowv and again. trolljacksparrow stop interrupting my dramatic fucking revveal for fucks sake! are you a bloody ampora or wwhat! fucking unbelievvable caepaecaesurae She's dead, but her ghost is about. You're wvelcome and I am suddenly all ears trolljacksparrow thank god! okay anywway funny you should mention making it wwith a vvriska.... because i got c3<ed to one for like half a swweep. (AAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY DID FUCKING ANYONE SEE THAT COMING) caepaecaesurae Ashen? Absolutely baffled trolljacksparrow yes, topleaf! caepaecaesurae But nowv that you mention it, I can only think of one that you speak to much online... trolljacksparrow ://) caepaecaesurae WVell damn Good showv keeping that one quiet, howv havwe you managed? caepaecaesurae Keeping it off Sparks' radar alone must havwe been tricky trolljacksparrow ://)!! trolljacksparrow yeah!! theres some people that knoww but not a lot and ITS SO DIFFICULT i just wwant to openly affection at her but  i cant my beautiful sharp fighty ashenmate caepaecaesurae Side-leavwes, or is one of you the top? trolljacksparrow im the topleaf! she's a marvvel and a delight and she brightens my life and this is a god damn secret, okay angel? caepaecaesurae Swvorn and sealed trolljacksparrow i asked to tell you the moment you mentioned a vvriska because, oh my god, the opportunity, "in case i make it vwith a wvriska" "GUESS WWHAT (//: ", just, damn caepaecaesurae I wvish you the dearest of luck wvith her, Serkets are... tricky. trolljacksparrow she made a vvery elaborate threat against your wwell-being if you fuck this up belovved, it wwas practically ornate caepaecaesurae My good luck, then Thank you for not directly sharing the threat. trolljacksparrow you wwont mess this up though so no wworries! like theres nothing to mess up caepaecaesurae I wvon't be getting in her wvay trolljacksparrow oh honey its just "dont tell this to people" not "gtfo" caepaecaesurae Aye, all's wvell trolljacksparrow (i knoww that serkets arent rays of moonbeams though, so dont wworry) trolljacksparrow also im her topleaf so if she does get upset wwith you shed havve to talk it out wwith me caepaecaesurae I appreciate it Again, I wvon't be interfering or risking your quadrant. Believwe it or not I knowv my wvay around a secret or twvo trolljacksparrow you and your mystery beau ://P caepaecaesurae Eh That's days old I wvouldn't call it wvorth being proud of keeping quiet yet trolljacksparrow doesnt it givve such a rogueish air to the wwhole thing? also im gonna come bother you in person if youre not super busy caepaecaesurae <3< trolljacksparrow <3< !!! trolljacksparrow >Nadaya is definitely finding Cae and cuddling up to him and purring super contently. His. >He might look slightly :c but he tries very hard not to let it show. caepaecaesurae > ..and Cae's definitely a little distant-eyed and faintly sad, but very fond of cuddles and hanging out comfortably. trolljacksparrow >...Cae gets finpets, and Nadaya promptly hoists himself into Cae's lap, and sighs. "Look, fucking, she didnt actually make the threat she just told me to tell you that she made an elaborate threat, I'm sorry, I didn't realize, just look--" and you show him this: https://puu.sh/zihDF/5648ce76f9.png caepaecaesurae > His mouth opened and closed once as he absorbed that, fins shifting slightly, before pinning a bit and lowering.  His cheeks heated, lighting slightly, and he glanced away > He gave a small awkward shoulder pat, and a nod. trolljacksparrow > Nadaya kissed him directly on the tip of his nose. "I'm sorry beloved," and a hair ruffle, Nadaya is gonna be comfortable all over him. caepaecaesurae "...sorry, chief," he murmered back. trolljacksparrow "hey it's fine, it's okay, don't worry about it, yeah," Cae's neck gets nuzzled, purr starting up. This is fine, it's a fine way to spend time. caepaecaesurae "...You got wvorried enough to come ovwer." trolljacksparrow "i mean, you say this as if i dont love spending time with you?" Nadaya curled a hand in the fabric of Cae's shirt, a picture of peace on his kismesis. "you're stressed from unrelated reasons too, so its like... i dont want you to be sad," he finished lamely, sighing and nuzzling. ".............i wwouldnt let her. it wwas just, a lack-of-trust thing that manifested badly." caepaecaesurae > Arms gently closed around him, and Cae rested his cheek in Nadaya's hair, carefully, trying to avoid as many charms and knives as possible.  One or two was fine. "...Aye.  WVe'll see howv much she trusts or distrusts." "..I'll be myself, and wve'll see if that's enough." trolljacksparrow >Nadaya's purr intensified at that, fins fluttering. Hugs! Hell yeah! A part of him hoped Cae gets a weird imprint from the charms. "yeah - and, i'm serious, it wwont come to vviolence, swworn and sealed and all that." caepaecaesurae > He acquired a small smile, only slightly sad.  Nadaya was more reassuring than he had any right to be, though. "..I knowv my pan plays tricks on me, lovwe.  WVe'll see howv it goes."

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“Gah,” Jason Todd exclaims, slamming one hand against the steering wheel. Dev, to his credit, does not jump but looks up briefly from the article he is reading on his phone.

“Problem?” Dev asks, glancing ahead at the road from the passenger seat.

“I’m so fricking hungry,” Jason growls, twisting in his seat to look out the rear window. “Tim’s right there. Why the frick did we decide to wait until after her recital to eat?”

“Because it’s barely five in the evening, mate,” Dev answers, sounding vaguely amused. They left the Arts Hall after going to Cassandra’s afternoon ballet recital en masse, and managed to talk Alfred into take-out burgers instead of the older man skipping the recital to prepare food for afterward.

“It’s a stupid time to eat lunch,” Jason snaps. “And why did Tim pick it all up, anyway.”

Dev pockets his phone and gives Jason a level look as the car crawls forward in traffic.

“Mate.”

“What?!” Jason exclaims, throwing his head back. “AUGH.”

“We’re having dinner. Did you not eat lunch?”

“What the hell,” Jason throws an arm in the air and slams the gas to close the gap that’s suddenly opened ahead of them. A second later, he pounds the brake just as hard at a red light. “Alfred told me not to eat!”

“He didn’t mean all day, mate,” Dev says, a little startled now. “You could’ve had lunch.”

“Hold on,” Jason snaps. “Fuck it.”

The younger man throws the gear shift into park and before Dev can even yell in protest, Jason flings the car door open and tumbles out of the car, shaking off his seatbelt.

“Jay!” Dev says, pointlessly, craning to see.

Jason jogs ten feet back and bends down at the window of Tim’s car. Dev can make out Tim’s confused expression through the glass, but a moment later a brown paper bag of food and a drink are extended through the open window.

Jason snatches them and sprints back to his car, sliding into the seat amidst the car’s angry beeping at being left on while the door is open. He buckles again just as the light changes to green and the engine makes an awful revving noise when he presses the gas.

“Drive,” Dev says and Jason whips the gear shift around and they’re moving forward again.

Somehow in those few seconds of running or buckling, Jason has already gotten a cheeseburger out of the bag and is chewing a mouthful.

“I slept in,” he mumbles around a large bite. “Didn’t have time. Goodness gracious, this is heaven.”

“It’s only Park Avenue,” Dev jokes, peering into the bag Jason had thrown onto his lap.

“Listen,” Jason insists, “I love this cheeseburger more than I’ve loved anything or anyone ever. With all my heart. See if there’s another one.”

“The sack’s full of them,” Dev answers, sorting through the wrappers. “No chips, though.”

“Tim said there’s another bag of those,” Jason says, wadding the paper and foil wrapper. He reaches over and grabs another burger. “Alfred will understand.”

“We’ll say I gave you mine if anyone’s miffed,” Dev says, folding the top of the bag shut.

“Well, now I feel bad,” Jason protests, taking another bite anyway.

“I just want chips, mate. I ate lunch like a sane person,” Dev says with a grin.

“Har har,” Jason answers with his mouth full. “Gimme Dick’s next.”

Dev’s hand tightens on the bag and he edges it away from Jason’s reach.

“I’m not gonna eat it,” Jason says, putting a hand up in a gesture of assurance. “I’m just gonna lick it and put it back. I’ll tell him later.”

Dev raises an eyebrow and moves the bag further away.

“You are zero fun, Dr. Frankenstein,” Jason grumbles, turning off the main road stretch they’d been on. “It’s like you’ve been spending too much time with Bruce.”

“Don’t act surprised,” Dev says. “If you get him ill, guess who has to take care of it?”

“Alfred?” Jason asks. “Okay, yeah. That’s a deterrent.”

“I meant me, you plonker,” Dev says, his tone offended. “I’d not leave him to Alfie alone.”

“Oh, in that case, hand it over anyway.” Jason shrugs and slurps soda from the cup and then makes a face. “This is fucking gross. Why is this orange.”

“Your da’s, and I’ve tried to talk him out of it,” Dev says, pressing his shoulder against the door to brace himself. “Bloody hell, Jay, slow for the turns or we’ll both end up zombies.”

“You aren’t a Wayne,” Jason scoffs. “What makes you think you’d come back?”

“Steph’s not a Wayne and she came back,” Dev retorts, taking the cup out of Jason’s hand. “If you don’t care about us, at least have mercy on your sodding suspension.”

“It’s Bruce’s car. I don’t care,” Jason says, speeding through a yellow light. He glances in the rearview mirror. “And Steph didn’t actually die. Good. We lost Tim.”

“Were we trying to lose Timothy?” Dev asks, turning his head to look out the back.

“We’re racing,” Jason answers. A second later, he cuts the wheel hard and they slam around a corner into an alleyway. “Fish-fucking-sticks, I forgot about that new bridge. I bet Tim took it.”

“I did not agree to racing,” Dev says firmly. “Not in the middle of Gotham.”

“We have to get you away from Bruce. He’s rubbing off on you and it’s awful.” Jason doesn’t slow down coming out of the alley and takes a u-turn almost immediately on the road he joins.

“Have you ever been in a car with Bruce, mate,” Dev says. “Bloody hell, at this point, I’m not even going to want chips. Your da drives like a bat out–” He stops abruptly.

Jason turns to him with a wicked grin.

“Finish it,” he orders, blowing through a yellow light.

“I’m just going to stop talking,” Dev says instead. “I’m going to close my eyes and whinge to Alfie when we get back and never get in a car I’m not driving, ever again.”

“If you don’t want your fries, can I have those, too?” Jason asks, slowing suddenly. They crawl down the street at five miles under the speed limit and Dev watches out the window as they pass a squad car tucked back into an alley with a radar gun. “Do you know if they jokerized them?”

“If they what?” Dev replies, his stomach turning. As soon as they’re around a corner, the car picks up speed again.

“The fries. Did they jokerize them. The seasoning?” Jason says, as if this is obvious. “They’re crap without it but sometimes Tim skips it because Bruce gets weird about it.”

“How dare your da get weird about remembering you died,” Dev says dryly. “The sodding audacity.”

“Hey,” Jason says, coughing. He picks up the soda and drinks some. The younger man makes a face at the taste and then sips it again anyway. “You’re doing better. You didn’t pause all funny before you said it this time.”

“Audacity?” Dev says with a grin. “I’m shite at writing, but I can manage some big words.”

“You know what the frick I mean,” Jason laughs. “I’m pretty sure we lost, by the way. Check Tim’s location.”

“I’m not ringing him, mate. If he’s still driving, he’ll answer anyway. The lot of you have no self-preservation skills whatsoever,” Dev refuses as they drive over the bridge toward the more secluded Manor.

“You’re so old,” Jason complains. “Just open your texts and go to his contact info. It should be right there. Dick made him share his location with everyone after that insomnia thing.”

Dev slides his phone out of his pocket with his free hand and taps on the screen.

“Huh,” he says. “This is bloody convenient. He’s half a mile from the Manor and not moving. I hope Dames is okay.”

“Why wouldn’t Damian be okay?” Jason asks, looking over sharply.

“He was in the back, yeah? And if Tim was driving anything like you were…” Dev trails off as if this is enough information.

“You lost me,” Jason says. “Damian’s an idiot but he wouldn’t try to take over.”

“He gets carsick in the backseat, mate,” Dev says, typing a text while he talks. “Did you not know?”

“How do you know that?” Jason demands. “Gah, it’s like you’re turning into Alfred.”

“He was sick all over my car on the way to Lake Vernon last summer. He was too sodding stubborn to ask me to stop.”

“I don’t even know why you stick around,” Jason exclaims, braking to a stop. Tim’s car is on the shoulder of the road but the car is empty.

“Mostly for tea,” Dev says, opening his door. “I’ll look about.” He sets the bag of cheeseburgers on the seat when he stands, then he stoops over and gives Jason a skeptical glance and takes the bag with him.

Jason flicks the hazard lights on and climbs out. He squints, looking down the road.

“They’re up there, walking,” he says.

“The petrol tank says it’s empty,” Dev adds, looking through the driver’s side window of Tim’s car.

“Get back in,” Jason says quickly. “Hurry. He saw us.”

Dev obeys and barely is buckled again before the car speeds forward.

“What the bloody hell,” he yelps as the speedometer tips toward 60 miles per hour. They rush past Stephanie and Cassandra, who are holding bags of food and trays of drinks. A second later, they speed past Tim and Damian, who are both sprinting.

“We can still win,” Jason says. “And loser has to tell Bruce that we broke the T-Rex’s head before the recital.”

“You what,” Dev exclaims. “Does this mean we’re free? We can burn it in the yard?”

“He’s going to fix it. He fixed it last time.”

“Then what’s the bloody point?” Dev demands, sounding defeated. “How did you break it, anyway?”

“Um,” Jason says reluctantly. “We shot it. But it was an accident. And we won!”

The car skids to a stop on the drive in front of the Manor with a whining screech.

“You accidentally shot…the head of…the massive dinosaur…” Dev summarizes faintly.

“Mhmm. With a crossbow,” Jason says. “We didn’t think it’d just fucking shatter like that, but I guess it’s gotten brittle. And now Tim gets to tell Bruce and I swear to god someone will die if they didn’t season those fries.” He’s already out of the car and he bangs on the roof. “You coming?”

“Yes,” Dev says in a detached voice. “But only because Alfie’s inside and I can find some semblance of sanity there, otherwise I’d just spend the night right here, thanks.”

“Can I still have your fries?” Jason asks, turning to give Tim and Damian the finger as they stagger onto the front lawn from the road. Tim gives it back and sits down on the grass and Damian runs faster. Jason yells and bolts up the stairs. “Answer me inside! If I’m still alive!”

Dev waves to Tim who waves limply before falling onto his back on the lawn.

“I’m so hungry!” the faint yell carries to the car. “Can you throw me a cheeseburger?”

“What, did none of you eat before?” Dev shouts back, his grip tightening on the bag.

“I slept in!” Tim replies. “And then the burgers were stolen.”

Dev sighs and turns toward the Manor.

“Drag your sorry arse inside,” he calls over his shoulder. He stops and takes a cheeseburger out and sets it on the steps. “Here. I’m luring you.”

When he glances back, Tim raises a hand in a thumbs-up gesture.

“This sodding family,” Dev mutters. Alfred appears just inside the doorway and doesn’t flinch or blink at the sound of crashing behind him.

“In one piece?” the older man asks calmly.

“Just barely,” Dev replies. “I thought ballet was supposed to be calm and civilized.”

“Not for the Waynes,” Alfred says with a slight smile, stepping aside. “But I hardly think this should be news to you.”

Jason steps around Alfred and back out onto the top step with a struggling, protesting Damian thrown over his shoulder.

“Did you jokerize the fries?” he roars down toward the lawn where Tim is still lying. Tim sits up and cups his hands around his mouth to shout back.

“Of course I did. They’re gross plain.”

“Eat them outside!” Bruce’s voice carries out of the house from somewhere down a hallway. “Or I throw them away!”

Jason drops Damian, who just barely manages to land on his feet, and he tips his head back and growls.

“You’re repressing everyone!” he complains loudly.

“I’ll clean the patio table,” Alfred says, disappearing inside.

“My house, my rules!” Bruce answers and Jason turns and slams the door shut.

The girls are at the edge of the lawn now, still carrying food. Cassandra is slurping slushie through a fat straw. A window above the steps opens and Dick leans out.

“Did Jason lick my cheeseburger again?” he demands of the crowd in general. “Jay. Jason.”

“Frick yes I did,” Jason says.

“He didn’t,” Dev answers, holding the bag aloft. The window shuts.

“You have no sense of fun,” Jason moans, snatching Damian up again. The boy is as tall as Tim now, so it’s less like watching a child being picked up and more like watching someone be abducted. “Come on, Demonbird. We’re going to jump in the pool just like this.”

Tim has dragged himself to his feet and joins Dev on the steps. He leans over and picks up the cheeseburger sitting on the ground and unwraps it.

“I have to tell Bruce about the T-Rex,” he mutters. “Wanna come?”

“Why not,” Dev answers with a shrug. “It’s safer than being by the pool.”