#c: nyx-14

[vampxrebarbie]

i have. a lot of guardians. lemme just....

luke: guy would take one look at future!him dancing off the edge of a cliff listening to Queen and go "ohhhhhh so THATS what my adhd is like unmedicated." (and he would then join in the dancing, forcing future!luke to stop dancing to prevent the not-so-immortal!luke from also dancing off a cliff). theyd get along well, and he'd probably admire who he becomes.

nikon: pre-risen!nikon was, hysterically, kind of a fuckboy frat dude. but like, one of endearing kinds, yknow? total jock. stands to reason he'd think it's BALLER that after he dies he comes back as this total badass who (technically) dodged death not once but TWICE, and also now leads an ENTIRE TEAM OF BADASSES, DUDE. (guardian!nik, otoh, would be begging for an ogre to reduce him to paste until this cringe-y nightmare of a mirror image is gone)

kel: please this would be a despair feedback loop. if it's not pre-risen!kel experiencing raw unfiltered horror at the knowledge he, with all his top-class soldier abilities, fails to save his wife and daughter in the collapse, then its risen!kel re-experiencing the all-consuming self-loathing and guilt of having failed to do so from the reminder literally staring him in the face. pre-risen!kel would loath risen!kel, to boot--kel is a mess of repressed emotions and stoic self-control, and his past self wouldnt be able to understand how he can be so aloof. (nvm the fact he's so reserved specifically bc otherwise his emotions eat him alive from the inside.)

gil-23: error 404 does not compute. on either end of the spectrum. pre!exo gil would refuse to believe against all evidence staring him in the face that he would ever become this...machine thing. willingly or unwillingly. (and gil-23 has been through so many resets and is so old and divorced from not only the gil that came before being risen but also the pre-exo gil that he could not fathom them being the same person bc he hardly considers himself a 'person' anymore)

nyx-14: ARTSY TYPES UNITE. pre-exo nyx is an adventurous photographer and risen!nyx remains an adventurer at heart. once past the "wait, im a ROBOT now?!" hurdle (followed immediately by "AWESOME"), they'd get along like white on rice and would probably become prankster menaces to the rest of fireteam ward.

roland: much like kel, just with less despair and a metric fuckton more rage and hate. pre-risen!roland was actually a sweetheart and well-liked by most people in his social circles--fast forward, and now he's become a bitter, cynical, abrasive social recluse (reluctantly being drawn out of his shell aside). they would fucking detest one another for exact opposite reasons. (ironically, this would reveal that pre-risen!roland has the same temperament at his core, and is simply much more well-adjusted in contrast)

ash: pre-risen!ash is such a sweet girl who would be HORRIFIED at the vicious little violence-happy spitfire she's been resurrected into.

finn: once a gender-dysphoric tomboy suffering through college trying to explain their eagerness for bulking up as "purely self-defence", now a 6ft butch enby titan capable of clearing entire fields of enemies in the span of a single fist of havok. past and future finn would be chilling over some beers easy.

adebole: pompous asshole then, pompous asshole now. ironically, risen!adebole would consider pre-risen!adebole an absolute aggravating embarassment he'd avoid being around at all costs despite having the exact same temperament and interests.

darin-8: he has a bar to run. bring him a philosophical question like this and he'll ask how many drinks he has to offer you on the house for you to not bother him with this shit again. he was an utter bastard before becoming an exo and wound up killing himself in a Despair Event Horizon before then being risen, and he doesnt like thinking about Any Of That before taking into consideration being taken off active duty after his ghost's death. (given the opportunity, darin would beat his past self to a pulp before the man could even form an opinion of his future self.)

discussed this with friends, but thought I'd throw the question at Tumblr folks too!

if your Guardian-pre-being-Risen met themselves as a Lightbearer now, what would they think? would they like or hate that new version of themselves, admire or fear it, etc?

[piscespixiewastaken]

WIP GAME

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. tag as many people as you have wips.

people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Thank you, @xovera-toz, for the tag!

Sooo the names of all the files in my WIP folder… I have to split this up because I have one for fanfics and one for originals. Here we go!

Fanfics (we’re going with ones I might, plan to, or have published because otherwise, we’ll be here all night, and I don’t know enough people for that 😅)

Artemis Fowl - The Special Zone

Artemis Fowl/Avatar Crossover

C!Discduo Reconciliation

C!Dream Exile

Hermit!Tommy and Guard Dog!Dream AU

NCIS/Artemis Fowl Crossover

Prisontrio Time Loop

Tiny!Dream

Tumblr AF Flash Series

When Worlds Collide

And Original Fics (not as many of these because several ideas are still in my head)

Dor-Lam

The Dragon Princess

Maiden Song

Sirens and Starlight

And that’s it. I will absolutely answer any asks about these by the way. It is always a joy to talk about my fics :D

Okay, 4+10 is 14 soooo 14 tags…. Oooooo boy (I’m mostly tagging moots and followers, but please do not feel pressured to participate!)

@error-dream-was-found @bleue-flora @elmhat @star-cluster-nyx @geek-22 @belanima @thatoneobssesedfan @zuesue @bambiii-94 @tiamsam @drmslastmorning @neveroutoftime @crazymecjc @do-you-sea-whatididthere

[themeltingteeth-system]

System intro.

Hello there, we are a system of 10.

Our collective name is Tooth.

Our collective pronouns are he/him. Body age is 18. (no -14 interactions, please).

Every alter has a male-aligned gender.

Diagnosed PTSD, ASD, dyslexia, and ADHD. Please be patient with us.

Tonetags appreciated.

Most of us appreicate the grunge, goth, and emo aesthetic, but some like scene, kidcore, and rainbowcore stuff.

Alters

Crow: Host. He/It/Evil. 18. Sign off is 🖤

Damien: Co-host and protector. He/Him. 29. Sign off is 💀

Charlie: Caregiver, gatekeeper, and mediator. He/Him/They/Them. 18. Sign off is his own name and 🔮

Dashie: Caretaker. Fictive, introject of Rainbow Dash from My Little Pony. He/They. 19. Sign off is 🌈

Lovebug: Caretaker. He/Him. 24. Sign off is 🦄

Nyx/Nightmare: Trauma holder and persecutor. He/Ghoul. 38. Sign off is 🍴

C (Not his actual name): Little and memory holder. He/Byte/Zie. Not telling zier age. Sign off is 🍪

S (Not his actual name): Little and trauma holder. He/She/They. Not telling their age. Can't type, so no sign off, plus she never fronts.

Micah: Prosecutor, trauma holder, and aggressor. It/He. 300+. No sign off because it isn't allowed to front due to personal/Safety reasons.

Wolf: Gatekeeper. Fictive, middle. Introject of... Wolf from Kipo And The Age Of The Wonderbeasts. He/Bite. 16. Sign off is 🐺

The alters may do their own intros like I will, but I don't know yet. See ya. -🖤

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

15 questions for 15 mutuals!

Thank you again to @wernerherzoghaircut for tagging moi! ^.^

1. Are you named after anyone? Nope, it was very off-the-cuff. Being born in Dublin, of course traffic was an issue, so by the time my father arrived to the hospital, I was already here :P Apparently he picked me up and looked at me and suddenly said, "Ah, my little Katie." And that was that!

2. When was the last time you cried? Last Sunday, probably. Almost cried a few times since lol.

3. Do you have kids? Nope.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? ...Can I answer this with sarcasm or is that too much?

5. What sports do you play/have you played? I don't do anything rn, but when I was like 11, I did Taekwondo for a bit. In school, we had to do sports like hurling/camogie (Gaelic sport), swimming, and a little badminton. But generally that was because I had to for P.E., otherwise I never did anything sporty (except the Taekwondo - that was a choice I made). -_-" :P Also casually played soccer in school as a kid. I was more of an artsy girl tbh.

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people? How they dress, their general vibe/energy and their eyes. All are pretty simultaneous, but I guess energy first.

7. What's your eye colour? Dark blue.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? I prefer a tragedy, but all these have their right places.

9. Any special talents? Hmm, not sure. People have commended me for my writing, but I'm still working on making that a career. Theatre is hard when you don't know enough people rip. I can reach High C pretty easily when singing. I'm pretty okay at sketching, and I tend to pick up on foreign languages pretty quickly and easily. Oh, and I can touch the tip of my nose with my tongue lmfao XD

10. Where were you born? Ireland

11. What are your hobbies? Learning languages (French lessons atm), watching movies, researching history and people from the past who've caught my interest, writing, sketching, listening to music, film photography, sorta singing but that's on and off a lot atm...

12. Do you have any pets? Three cats! <3 They are all insane haha.

13. How tall are you? 5'3"/160cm

14. Favorite subject in school? English, history and German.

15. Dream job? Revered theatremaker and filmmaker (mostly for writing and costume design but hey I would never decline acting or directing haha). Hopefully AI won't fuck us over.

I shall tag (again, only if you wanna <3): @melancholic--soull @mirandasinclairs @welcome-home-nyx @jazz-vampire @zeehasablog @neednottoneed @moonchild-77777 @drum-cu-naluci @st-theodora @heartandmusic @hymnsandhearses @gayvillainera @cafeomancer @sonybuzz42 aaaaand I can't think of any other mutuals atm, but if you see this, consider yourself tagged! :P

[nyx-the-misthios]

Tagged by @nandosango this ought to be interesting.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Um I suppose that means if your asking about my legal (in which only via middle name) or my chosen (technically yes? The Primordial goddess of Night and child of Chaos, Nyx)

2. When was the last you cried?

Honestly don't remember, I don't cry very easy actually.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope! I actually managed to get a partial hysterectomy precisely so I don't have kids (and so I could finally stop suffering through periods because O W)

4. What sort of sports do you play/have you played?

Um I tried basketball when I was a kid, oh and I used to be on a little leagues baseball team but otherwise I've never really been into sports, I'll play something if the opportunity comes up but I don't seek it.

(Just remembered that I did do gymnastics for a brief period of time but never had the opportunity to get back into it)

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Oh no.... never heard of sarcasm before... what's that?

Serious answer is yes and usually only around people I'm comfortable with.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Mm, kinda depends on the day/how busy I am but usually the hair/clothes, otherwise it's just kinda half observing that oh there's people there.

7. What's your eye color?

Green/Hazel.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Considering my ass C A N N O T handle horror then happy endings is very much the obvious answer.

9. Any talents?

Ummmm I'm not sure? I mean. I guess I do generally come up with decent creative ideas. No idea if that counts tho.

10. Where were you born?

Esmonds Washington (state) no idea what that particular area is like though.

11. What are your hobbies?

Gaming is an easy one, occasionally I crochet, art (still very beginner) I love reading, does daydreaming count as a hobby? Cause i do that like practically all the time.

12. Do you have pets?

Y E S. I love love love love! My dog Angel (I will provide a pic~)

13. How tall are you?

5'4 (but I could've been taller had the doctors that "handled" my moms pregnancy hadn't fucked up and forced me to stay in the womb longer than I should have. Yes I'm forever salty over them fucking over my mom)

14. Favorite subject in school?

No fucking clue actually, I had to be taken out of school due to bullying/teachers denying me my inhaler (I have asthma)

15. What is your dream job?

Owning my own salon actually, a salon that is both neurodivergent and disability friendly

Let me tag: @frulleboi @cinderdraco

[yesterdays-child]

Pre- mountains Corrine

1. 30-40 minutes depending on what else is going on

2. Very easy (bells)

3. Reading

4. Averagely easy. She is actually pretty trusting

5. Also pretty easy

6. Very flexible

7. The scent of certain flowers, breezes, smoke from a campfire

8. Definitely told to take up sewing and basket weaving and told to stop playing with ‘that Nyx girl’

9. They don’t really swear much. It seems like she would but she actually doesn’t

10. It wasn’t deliberately a lie, but telling Nyx that they would always be friends. Sometimes it haunts her.

11. Pretends to understand

12. Suffer

13. Thinks she looks best in blue, does look best in blue

14. Wild boars

15. Quiet spontaneously

16. Blood and bugs

17. Not really. Second hand embarrassment mostly

18. Being called our for how they act ti Nyx, stuff Nyx does, messing up

19. 3

20. Not well

21. Why wouldn’t she get up in the morning? It’s a new day and the sun is shining and she has things to do

22. Becomes aloof and closed off

23. Slightly resentful

24. N/A

25. Complex relationship with it, considering her parents failing marriage

26. Horse back

27. The future

28. Lie

29. It depends

30. No one really, it’s their community that they have lived and grown up in

31. Celosia/ another old wise woman

32. Yes but I haven’t thought of it yet. A joke with her two close friends

33. Nope! Not at all

34. It depends what they feel guilty over

35. She is super supportive, unless she can see it’s something that will hurt her friend, then she approaches it with a level of caution

36. N/A

37. Nope!

38. The first powers ceremony she remembers

39. She can ignore them but she still knows what they are, and she is careful

40. Pretty sensitive

41. They are pretty cute!

42. Really badly- her goal being the ceremony

43. N/A

A. When I first made her, I was creating her through the eyes of an 11 year old, as an 11 year old. I didn’t think about her own life and personality, just how she appeared to my mc, and how she was clearly awful. Now I’ve started to develop their personality more than just a plot device, and give her her own hopes and fears and a life.

B. I honestly can’t remember. I wanted there to be the traditional conflict between two characters

C. N/A

D. It’s stayed pretty much the same

E. i think so

F. Really excited

Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators:

Send me a # (questions for OCs) or a letter (questions for creators) and I’ll answer

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

How easy is it to earn their trust?

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

What animal do they fear most?

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

What makes their stomach turn?

Are they easily embarrassed?

What embarrasses them?

What is their favorite number?

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Why do they get up in the morning? 

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

 What are their thoughts on marriage? 

 What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

 What causes them to feel dread? 

 Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

 Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

 Who do they most regret meeting? 

 Who are they the most glad to have met? 

 Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

 Could they be considered lazy? 

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? 

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

How do they feel about children? 

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character? B) What inspired you to create them? C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

[youhei-red]

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[vampxrebarbie]

❛ What did I just witness? ❜ for ur guardians

Nikon’s ghost should have revived him approximately thirty seconds ago.

And to be fair, Luke is frozen like a kinderguardian in sparrow running lights too. Luke really can’t blame her for not wanting to so much as blink under the baleful stare of Kel. Nyx is equally as frozen as he is, completely still like she thought Kel might not see her if she wasn’t moving.

Nikon may have been the fireteam leader, but Kel had seniority to all of them, and visor or not, Kel’s not hard for Luke to read by this point. Kel is equally as confused as he is aggravated.

There’s a lone knight corpse laying on the ground behind where Nikon’s ghost hovers, an expertly planted bullet hole where one of the creature’s three eyes had once been.

“What,” Kel finally says, speech deliberately slow and controlled, “did I just watch.”

It’s a flat statement, not technically a question, because Kel had been watching the entire thing from behind a rifle scope about half a klick away.

Luke and Nyx share a glance.

“Uh,” Nyx says.

“She dared Nik to punch that knight in the face and it impaled him with its sword a little bit.”

“Me?” Nyx’s synthesized voice is incredulous, and Luke knows she’s probably staring at him but he’s afraid to look away from Kel because Kel had already nearly shot him once and he doesn’t want to risk a second time. “You’re the one that dared him!”

“But you bet on it.”

“He’s lying!”

Kessler, Nyx’s ghost, materializes in a flash next to her shoulder. “I just transferred Luke five hundred glimmer.”

Kel’s shoulders droop as though in an exasperated sigh, and without saying a word he shakes his head and starts to walk off, summons his sparrow, and then zooms away.

Another flash, and Nikon appears between Luke and Nyx. “That revive took longer than usual, where’s--? ...I thought you guys got ambushed or something. What happened?”

“Nothing!” They both reply.

Neither of them wanted to admit they both felt like a couple of children that had just been chastised by a parent.

[404botnotfound]

The Line [1]

...and where to draw it.

SERIES: Destiny WORD COUNT: 7,586 SHIP: Quinn/Drifter CHARACTERS: quinn leonis (AU), cayde-6 (mentioned), the drifter, kel, luke, nyx-14, glyph

i. dead reckoning

n. to find yourself bothered by someone’s death more than you would have expected, as if you assumed they would always be part of the landscape, like a lighthouse you could pass by for years until the night it suddenly goes dark, leaving you with one less landmark to navigate by—still able to find your bearings, but feeling all that much more adrift.

All around her people are moving, and Quinn feels like she’s at a standstill.

The air is chilly, heralding the rapidly approaching winter season in the Last City and bringing with it a rapid shift from lighter clothes for civilians (not guardians, though—maybe it was the undeath thing, maybe they just had really well insulated armor) to heavier coats and scarves.

The regular hustle and bustle of the Tower hadn’t been impeded by the shift, guardians moving to and fro, visiting the Cryptarch with secrets uncovered out in the wilds or Banshee for a tune-up of their favorite weapons. Techs rushed from the hangar to the new Vanguard hall, carrying urgent news to Zavala and Ikora, and other civilians that helped keep things running smoothly gathering around the newly placed heat lamps or sitting at outdoor café booths while on breaks.

The shopkeepers, likewise, were busy as ever. Tess in particular seemed flustered for once with how many people were running by to purchase gloves and scarves thanks to the sudden cold snap.

Quinn tugs at the hood of her armored jacket, and thinks that maybe she needs to buy a scarf as well, but she can barely feel the cold; whether it’s from the suffocating numbness she’s been fighting for the last several weeks or her body simply not registering it after enough exposure, she has no idea.

Her head had been foggy as of late. Save for the small handful of people she regularly talks to—rather, talked to until recently—she barely sees passing faces, has a hard time recognizing voices, and by extension struggles to realize when someone was trying to get her attention. Time passes without her even noticing it.

It’s not that she wants to be so distant, but try as she might her connection to the moving world around her had snapped, leaving her adrift and dazed.

Ikora has tried to speak with her several times since her team had returned to the Tower from the Reef, Cayde’s lifeless body cradled in the arms of their team leader. Tried to bridge the unintended gap that had formed between her and the Vanguard after their return.

No one knows he’s dead. No one but her fireteam, the Vanguard, and the small group of people Ikora and Zavala trusted to keep the loss secret.

‘We can’t afford the hit to morale,’ Zavala had said, while Quinn struggled to not reach out and slap him for being colder than the weather had gotten, ‘the people are still afraid, thanks to the Red Legion assault. They need to know their Vanguard is unified and whole and keeping them safe.’

Well, the Vanguard wasn’t unified and whole, and now there’s a hole punched through her chest, growing larger and threatening to swallow her with the few people that recognized her as Cayde’s girl. ‘Why isn’t he in the tower?’ They ask her, and she has to swallow around the stone that finds its way into her throat every time, ‘The Commander said he went out scouting, but it’s been a while.’

Her tongue always feels heavy with the lie when she tells them that he’s just keeping radio silent for the safety of the people here.

And so, the activity in the Tower keeps moving, blurring around her while she finds herself losing time, wandering with no true destination or goal, from one end of the Tower to the other and sometimes getting herself lost venturing down into the still rebuilding City itself. No matter where her feet take her, she never finds a place she feels comfortable in for longer than an hour at most.

Her fireteam was in nearly the same place she was—unsure of where to direct their focus, of what to do after the fall of the Prison and the loss of the Hunter Vanguard. They’ve gone out on a few tactical strikes, done some minor system housekeeping, but they all agree nothing felt satisfying about it anymore.

But none of them were feeling the same kind of pain she was. The deep, aching loss of someone she had begun to see as her other half, someone she’d given her heart to only for it to die with him. Kel, perhaps, understood it best, and it was probably why he spent as much time as he could tracking her down in whatever remote spot she’d found to hide in and sat quietly with her just so she wasn’t completely alone.

Of course, it probably wasn’t his only reason for doing so—he also understood that right then, she didn’t want to be comforted. She wants to take her ship and haul ass back out to the Reef, to hunt down the Scorn barons and put them down, to corner the disgraced Awoken prince and plant a bullet in his skull for what he’d done.

She doesn’t want sympathy and comfort. She wants Uldren Sov dead.

She isn’t the only one, her entire team vocally expressing their desire to return to the Reef to exact retribution for the cruel, slow, and painful true death the Barons and Uldren had given Cayde.

But Uldren Sov was the crown prince of the Reef, and the City couldn’t risk a war with the Awoken, not so close on the heels of the Red Legion’s assault and takeover of the City. Nevermind that Uldren had lost his mind and gone rogue, nevermind that the Reef’s structure had crumbled after Oryx decimated their fleet and killed their Queen.

No, nevermind any of that—they still couldn’t risk it. Zavala had forbidden retaliation, told them all to focus on the safety of the City and the People they were meant to protect, and when Quinn had let him know exactly what she thought of that decision he had placed a system lock on her ship and effectively, infuriatingly, put her on house arrest.

Glyph, the ghost that had claimed her as its own a while back, materializes in the periphery of her vision. It doesn’t understand what she’s going through, not really, and because of the unique relationship between them—it hadn’t risen her from the grave, and so their light wasn’t one and the same—it couldn’t feel what she did. Regardless, it’s worried about her, and it’s made that known many times since her lockdown had begun. “You’re doing it again.” It says plainly, glowing purple ‘eye’ blinking at her and concern coloring its tinny voice.

Quinn rearranges her expression, figuring she’d probably looked something bordering the line of murderous. “I’m fine.”

“I didn’t ask if you were.” It points out, the blue-, white-, and black-colored facets of its diamond-shaped shell flitting around in what she recognizes as agitation. “But you’re clearly not.”

No, she definitely is not, and she’s far too proud to admit it.

There’s still so much she doesn’t know about herself, but she can already feel that she doesn’t and never has handled raw emotions like this well, and she knows that sooner or later, she’s going to snap. Though her memory was so foggy, she’s pretty sure she’s never felt this bad before in her life. It was almost funny that losing Cayde was affecting her this badly when she was decently aware of losing something in the past—her home? Her family? Her purpose?—and yet whatever caused her to wake up from stasis, alone, with few memories and in a world she didn’t recognize paled in comparison.

How was her snap going to take shape, she wonders morbidly. Was a passing comment, regardless of what it was, going to be too much and send her into a violent frenzy? She’d had an infrequent nightmare of nearly beating someone to death with her bare hands, and with the way her mental state was lately she was beginning to fear it was less a nightmare and more a memory.

Was she going to throw herself off the Tower and plummet the handful of miles to the ground to her death, knowing that she, unlike her fellow guardians, couldn’t be revived? Probably not—she knew enough about herself to know that killing herself wasn’t in her playbook. Too stubborn for it.

Would she end up like Uldren? Rogue and thrown to rot in a cell, losing her mind after losing someone she loved dearly and taking it out on those she counted as allies?

She shivers at the thought.

She loves the City. Loves the Vanguard and its consultants, loves Amanda and the new addition, Hawthorne—Shaxx as well, and even Banshee, gruff and antisocial as he was, was someone she counted as a close friend.

But she feels other now.

Rather, she feels other once again—the same way she felt before Cayde had poked and prodded her into opening up and drawing her into the fold of guardians, made her feel welcome and home rather than just a strange anomaly no one could make sense of. She knows in truth it’s more likely just because she knows Cayde is gone for good and everyone else around her has no clue, but the darker parts of her heart are telling her it’s because Cayde was the first and closest tie she had to feel like she belonged here.

Traveler damn her, she needs to find something to do before she spirals further.

Heedless of the steep drop off the Tower before her, Quinn uncrosses her legs and stands, hopping down from the thick concrete railing she’d been sitting on onto the tile of the courtyard in front of the Tower’s guardian housing. To her right is the gaudy, over decorated pavilion that Executor Hideo had claimed for his faction—conveniently located right in front of the apartment block so he could pester people into supporting him.

“I swear, that last Gambit match was rigged.”

The statement catches her ear as she passes by the pavilion, and she stops; Glyph, hovering behind her shoulder as she walks, absent-mindedly bumps into her and then in a fit of embarrassed energy flits around her head before settling again.

“We almost had them,” another guardian says, voice muted and difficult to catch through the rest of the chatter around the plaza.

The first guardian that had spoken waves in the corner of her vision. “No, we had it, but it’s apparently as rigged as competitive Crucible, I guess.”

Dropping her eyes from the pinned notice on a nearby board she’d been pretending to read, she looks over at the pair of guardians, and both of them cease talking immediately, staring back at her. Glowering, really. She’s not surprised. New Monarchy supporters tended to be haughty and standoffish in her experience—a reflection of the arrogant wannabe king that ran the faction.

Rolling her shoulders, Quinn continues through the arch on her way to the main plaza.

Gambit.

It’s something she’s heard other guardians mention over the last few months, always in secret, always hushed. It was like they were trying to keep it from being widespread knowledge. She’d been wondering what it was considering it seemed to be happening under the Vanguard’s nose—definitely confirmed, now that she knew it was some type of competition.

The only guardian-versus-guardian competition in the City was the Crucible, and Shaxx hadn’t ever mentioned a match type called Gambit. Maybe it was something he was testing out before making it a part of the official Crucible lineup, but Shaxx hadn’t ever been good at keeping secrets about his pet project, and she’s sure the only playtesters he’d allow were the elite of the Crucible—those guardians that devoted their time almost exclusively to engaging in a battle royale for sport and entertainment or for training newly risen guardians. None of the guardians she had overheard speaking of it were recognizable or decorated with Crucible emblems.

She changes direction and passes directly through the bazaar without stopping.

When she reaches the Crucible pavilion in the main plaza and mentions it to Shaxx, he confirms he has no game type called Gambit and has no intention of making one at the time. He does, however, tell her that he’s overheard mention of such a gametype as well, but has no idea what it is or who might be running it. As he speaks to her his tone takes on something frustrated, and it becomes obvious that he has concerns about its existence.

It’s understandable.

Guardians fighting guardians was a subject that made almost everyone uncomfortable, the Dark Ages of warlord guardians and light-fueled massacres such a black stain on the history of humanity post-Collapse that even she knew of it and many older guardians refused to speak of it.

There was a reason the Crucible was the only accepted form of it—it was heavily regulated, every match was monitored constantly by Shaxx’s quartermaster frames whether it was professional competitive Crucible or unaired training. Certain weapons were banned because of a danger to ghosts, certain people were barred from participating (herself included) due to either skill imbalance or a demeanor that threatened participants.

So what the hell was Gambit? Why did she keep hearing about it? And why did only a small number of guardians seem to even know about it?

She can feel a fixation start to form, her mind desperately latching onto it in an effort to avoid the things that had been consuming her for weeks. She needs to know what the hell this is, a gnawing pest in her brain telling her to take the diversion while it’s in front of her. Something about it felt dangerous and she can’t put her finger on why, but she dismisses the instinct.

She hears nothing else of this secret competition throughout the Tower as she wanders, though she keeps her eyes and ears trained and focused. Glyph isn’t sure why she wants it to keep an ear out for encrypted discussions on closed channels, but it does it anyway.

She’s descending the steps to the hangar when Glyph blips in surprise, its voice in her head. ‘Hold on, I’ve got something.’ It says. ‘Someone’s ghost slipped, I caught a mention of it.’

“Who?” She asks quietly.

‘That group at the bottom of the stairs. I’m cracking their encryption now—they’re talking about putting their names in for some kind of big match and picking up bounties for extra payout.’

So, there it is. She’s not sure what exactly she’s planning, but at least she’s got something. She continues descending the stairs as though nothing had happened and steps past the group Glyph had pointed out. “Back out before one of their ghosts catches you.”

‘Already did. You want me to tag them?’

Her brow furrows. “Yeah. I’m gonna follow ‘em.”

Another blip, this time of disapproval. ‘What exactly do you plan to do?’

She shrugs as though Glyph could see it, though it probably feels the motion without the visual, and crosses the floor of the hangar, weaving around techs organizing newly delivered equipment and supplies and heading for the station Amanda had set up shop in.

She holds her breath and forces her eyes forward as she passes another one, this one decorated with maps and littered with knives and partially disassembled handguns.

A plan isn’t something she’s got the energy to come up with at that point in time—this was just a spur of the moment fixation, a way for her to do something, anything that wasn’t wallow in the light she had lost.

Amanda’s face brightens when she spots Quinn heading for her; Quinn has to stifle a brief flash of despair that she has no idea her best friend is dead. She probably shouldn’t have bothered, because she then has to bite down on a swell of indiscriminate rage instead. It wasn’t right of them to keep Cayde’s death quiet, to wait for the right time.

There was no ‘right time’ to acknowledge or deal with death, and keeping someone from grieving a loss of a loved one was despicable.

Her and Amanda strike up a conversation over a partially disassembled sparrow, talking about everything from the upcoming Festival of the Lost (her stomach twists at the thought of officially saying goodbye) to the sparrow racing league she’s in talks with Zavala to strike up again now that the City had been reclaimed.

When the group of guardians Glyph had indicated turns to leave, Quinn excuses herself and tells Amanda she’ll stop by again later, and then follows.

She keeps her distance, shadowing them as they make their way through and breaking off as they do, stopping at different shops in the main plaza and striking up her first conversations in weeks to waive suspicion should the guardians notice her. Even Banshee, for all the old exo’s memory problems, had noticed her scarcity and is surprised when she stops by and says hello.

She feels a spark of guilt about that considering she’s only using him as a means to an end for her ultimate objective.

Which…was what, exactly?

It wasn’t like she had enough authority to just shut down an illegal operation herself, and she wasn’t feeling particularly endeared to Zavala to blow the whistle to him or Ikora. Shaxx, maybe, but he had discouraged a hunt for Uldren as well, and she rules him out.

She’ll figure it out as she goes.

‘There,’ Glyph finally says as they pass a corner nestled between the corridor she had just stepped out from and an open-air restaurant with a few patrons sitting and chatting with the owner, ‘their signatures disappeared in there.’

��’Disappeared’?” She asks, making her way over to the restaurant and taking a seat. She flags down the owner for some coffee to ward off the deeper chill descending on the Tower with the falling sun while she waits.

‘Yes. It’s…’ Glyph is silent for several seconds and then lets out a stream of beeping and blips that Quinn thinks almost sounds like the ghost’s version of swearing a blue streak. If her heart wasn’t feeling so heavy, she might have found it amusing. ‘How have Ikora and Zavala not picked up on this? It’s some sort of light-cloaking field. It’s like nothing is there at all!’

Leaning back slightly as the owner sets a mug of coffee in front of her, Quinn eyes the corner and notices an alley, damn near hidden between hung banners and overgrown plants and stacked crates and supplies. Now that she’s looking closer, she can see some sort of wrought-iron gate blocking the alley itself.

How had they entered it? Usually blocked areas in the Tower required specific passcodes from one of the Vanguard’s ghosts.

She turns back to her coffee and sips at it gingerly. “Maybe it’s discreet enough they haven’t noticed.” She speculates, ignoring the strange looks she receives from the civilians sitting next to her; apparently they’re not used to guardians that speak to their ghosts when they’re intangible. “That’s probably the point.”

The group she had followed reappears shortly after initially disappearing and heads out into the plaza, then makes the turn to head back through the courtyard and main plaza.

She waits until she’s finished with her coffee a little over fifteen minutes later before heading for the alley, Glyph materializing briefly to transfer glimmer to the restaurant owner for the coffee. No one pays her any mind as she slips between the stacked crates and under draped banners and decorative string lights.

The gate she had noticed earlier is only partially closed, and there’s some sort of thin, green banner roped through the bars. Her eyes narrow at it before she ducks down under the gate and into the darkened alley beyond; an exceptionally dim running light is strung in the edge where the floor meets the wall, and it leads the way farther in, turning down a corner she can just barely see.

Against the better judgement she feels as though she lost weeks ago, she follows it.

Glyph points out when they pass into that cloaking field it had mentioned, but Quinn feels no difference in either the air or the energy around her. She wonders if the difference was because of the divide between her and her fellow guardians, or if it’s part of the field being so discreet it goes unnoticed despite being next door to the bazaar Ikora regularly spent time in for fresh air and perspective.

After turning the corner the light leads her around, it takes her a fair distance farther down before the alley begins to lighten up more; she can see another corner up ahead where a brighter light originates from. Her pace slows as she approaches it and steps cautiously into the new light.

She’s not sure what, exactly, she had been expecting, but it’s still just an alley, albeit one that was occupied. There’s stacks of crates, supplies, haphazard piles of machinery and what looks like trophies—the helmet of a Fallen captain, a scorch cannon, Cabal flak rifles, and what even looked like a dismembered Vex arm poking out of a crate settled on the floor next to a pair of booted feet.

Blinking, Quinn lifts her eyes away from the various things stashed with no apparent care for consistency and up to the man standing in the center of the organized chaos.

He’s leaning awkwardly, one gauntleted arm thrown out to one side, as though to block something he’s standing in front of. He’s watching her through narrowed eyes, though there’s a friendly smile on his face framed by a short, dark beard and scars on his jaw. His hair is short, and a dark cloth band is wrapped around his head.

Green seemed to be his favorite color, between the banner on the gate outside, the large ones draped from the ceiling behind him, and the earth-green getup he wore. His clothes reminded her of the robes warlocks wore—was he a warlock, or did he just like the style? Fur pauldrons rest on his shoulders, and the gauntlets on his forearms look as though they’d seen better days, scratched paint and what even looked like rope twined around them.

There’s a gun tucked into the thick belt around his waist, and some kind of green pendant featuring two coiled snakes dangles from a string around his neck.

Quinn meets his eyes and decides she doesn’t trust him or the easy smile still on his face. Her instincts where people were concerned were usually a dead aim, but she’s unable to pick up on anything behind a friendly demeanor that doesn’t feel quite right. At the same time, she feels like the longer they size each other up he’s flipping through her like she’s his longtime favorite library book.

He finally shifts, leaning away from whatever he had been trying to keep hidden and gesturing in her direction. “Think I recognize you, sister—you’re Cayde’s lady, aren’t you?” He asks, voice somehow both a honey-smooth twang and a gravelly rasp that slithers up her spine like ghostly cold fingers.

“Am I that recognizable?” She asks, brow furrowing. Sure, she and Cayde had never hidden how they felt about each other, especially after the fall of the City, but romantic entanglements weren’t really paid much attention to in the Tower, most guardians more preoccupied with their fight against the forces plaguing humanity.

“Ah, ol’ Drifter sees a lot. Hears a lot more. You and him? Real sweet. Shame he ain’t around anymore, gotta admit the guy deserved a bit of happy, all he’d been through.”

Her blood ices over at the statement, suspicion and distrust spiking—how did he know? How did he know when everyone else had no idea? None of the Vanguard’s inner circle would have revealed the secret, and even the resident motormouth of her fireteam wouldn’t have. “Who are you?”

Not once has his smile broken, and Quinn hates that she still can’t figure him out. Her eyes briefly follow as his hand dips into a pocket on his waist and he pulls out a coin—again, green—flipping it idly between his fingers and rolling it over his knuckles as he watches her in turn. “Call me the Drifter. A name ain’t what you’re here for, though, is it?”

The way he asks the question implies he already knows what she’s here for—despite the fact that even she doesn’t know what she’s here for. Curiosity? Distrust? That much was a given; was he the one organizing this Gambit she kept hearing about? Or was he just someone running dirt under the Vanguard’s nose? Were the guardians she had followed accomplices?

What was going on? And who was he? In the years she’d spent in the City and the Tower since waking up, she’d never once seen him, not until right now.

‘He’s a guardian.’ Glyph tells her, voice a whisper despite it speaking in her head. ‘But something feels…wrong.’

She itches to ask Glyph what it meant by that, but she doesn’t trust talking to it with this…Drifter in earshot.

Her eyes follow the coin as he continues fiddling with it, almost mesmerized by the fluid motions. He’s good with his hands, clearly. “What’s ‘gambit’?” She finally asks, unsure of what else to say. She doesn’t want to admit she has no idea why she’d chased her leads here, much less that now that she was here she’s still not sure what she intended to do about it.

His grin doesn’t falter—doesn’t his face get tired smiling all the time?—but his motions stop, the coin disappearing somewhere into his sleeve with a deft motion of his hand. “Last I checked it meant some type ‘a play to get an edge.”

A light rush of irritation rolls through her. “I didn’t ask for a definition. It’s some kind of competition I keep hearing about.”

“Shoulda specified, darlin’.” He replies easily, brushing off her aggravated tone as though it wasn’t even there. “I got no clue about any ‘gambit’. Dunno where you heard it, but I ain’t got anything to do with it.”

Her skin bristles at the use of the pet name; she hated them, and Cayde had been the only one she’d ever let use one to refer to her. She swallows down a kneejerk reaction to say as much, but the slight uptick of Drifter’s lips tells her he probably picked up on body language that spoke the same words she hadn’t said aloud. “Are you sure about that? Because I followed a few people talking about putting their names in for a big match and some payout back here.”

“Maybe they were headin’ a different way,” he mimics her, crossing his arms over his chest, and she can’t decide if it’s meant to be mocking or not. “Can’t a guy prefer workin’ away from all the noise out there?”

“Not in conspicuously dark alleys hidden behind a whole bunch of junk.”

He laughs at the sarcastic observation and nods, gesturing idly in acknowledgement. “Fair enough, fair enough. Promise, I ain’t up to anythin’ bad. Just doin’ a bit of…discreet work for the Vanguard. Cayde, specifically.”

Her eyes narrow. Ikora’s Hidden did discreet work for her, but none of them hid in dark alleys with a bunch of equipment and weaponry that looked like centuries old designs. Quinn had even spoken to a few of them working out in the open, and met with a few out in the field on assignments. Was he name-dropping Cayde just to put her at ease, since he knew her connection to him?

“Uh-huh. Is gambit a part of that ‘discreet work’?” She pours as much blatant skepticism into her words as she can—he can play games, but so can she. Question was, could she play them at his level? Cayde had taught her how to play poker, once, and this guy had one hell of a poker face. She couldn’t even begin to tell what cards he had on the table, to the point she wasn’t sure he was playing at all.  “I keep hearing about it, and it doesn’t seem to be something anyone wants to—or is supposed to—talk about in the open. Why the secret?”

“Couldn’t begin to guess. But I’m gonna humor you, sister,” he says, and she feels his eyes on her back as she boldly steps around him to eye the handful of guns lined up against the wall, “say I am the guy runnin’ this ‘gambit’ business. If I’m keepin’ it close to the chest, I imagine I couldn’t go ‘round talkin’ about it with just anyone. Why’re you so interested?”

She takes a moment to admit that the guns he was holding onto looked damn nice and wonder how they handled before turning around to face him again, fighting to keep her face neutral; she’d never won a game of poker against Cayde, and he’d joked almost constantly about the fact she couldn’t hold her tells to save her life. “You know I love you wearin’ your heart on your sleeve, sunshine,” he’d say, “but you’re down a few thousand glimmer and I’m startin’ to feel bad.”

She doubts this guy would feel half as bad about playing her under the table.

No answer comes to her, both because she doesn’t trust herself to keep her cards hidden and because she still doesn’t know why she’s interested. It’s a fixation. A distraction, if only a brief one. It’s something shady, something under Zavala and Ikora’s noses.

Her eyes drop to the side and her brow furrows at the thought.

Is that what her interest is? Is she pissed off enough at Zavala forbidding her and her team from hunting Uldren to participate in and hide something unsanctioned just to spite him?

If that was the case, then why didn’t she just cut ties, hijack a ship, say damn the Vanguard and the City, and track Uldren down anyway?

Because she feels indebted to people that gave her stability while her foundation was crumbling, gave her the home she imagines she lost, long ago? Or maybe she was aware of the fact that Zavala was right—the City couldn’t afford another war so soon on the heels of the Red Legion’s, and even the smallest percentage of chance was too much to risk. She was just so lost in grief she was trying to ignore it.

She can feel the rage burning just under her skin at the thought of Uldren, feels the restlessness prickling at the edges of her senses; she needs to get it out of her system before she does something stupid.

Like punch Zavala in the nose, which she was already tempted to do.

“Lemme ask a different way: what is it you want? Money? Reputation? A good fight?”

The last option strikes a chord in her and her eyes snap back up to meet his instantly. Glyph chirps in warning, and she can feel without its input how dark her expression had gotten. How full of anger and hate her eyes were.

Does she want a fight? No. She wants Uldren fucking dead, and that want is leaving her drifting and unsure, apart from her fellow guardians, something black coiling around her mind like the snakes in this man’s pendant. She wants Uldren’s blood for taking yet something else from her after she’d already lost so much, but she can’t, and being kept from that is eating her from the inside. What she wants is a way to burn that away before it can consume her.

The longer he stares into her eyes, the wider his grin grows. “Alright, alright,” he says, voice slower and smoother than before. Seductive, almost. She wonders if it’s intentional. With a flick of his wrist, that coin he’d been fiddling with before is in his hand again, and he flips it over to her.

She catches it, turning it over in her fingers with a furrowed brow. “Is this supposed to mean something?” She asks, thumbing the emblem engraved into the coin; it was a mirror of the pendant he wore. Between it, the pendant, and the banners behind him she wonders what the significance is. Maybe just an aesthetic.

Snakes. Not very trustworthy creatures, if fables Quinn had read from pre-Collapse archives were anything to go by.

“Ha! Maybe. Your ghost should figure it out. Lookin’ forward to seein’ you again.” Is all he says with a shrug, stepping back over to his equipment in a clear dismissal.

Quinn stares at him for another moment, the smooth coin warming between her fingers. Glyph is quiet. She’s confused. Interested, off-balance, and confused all at once. What the hell had just happened? Who was this guy?

‘Drifter’ didn’t exactly give her much to work with.

She’s still standing there dumbly when he looks back over at her and grins again, both wicked and amused. Her back straightens and she immediately turns and beats a hasty retreat, that smile raking up her spine just as easily as his voice had before.

She wasn’t sure how to feel about that, tacking just one more bullet onto the thus far incomprehensive list of ‘what the fuck’ that meeting had left her with.

The fresh, cold air back out in the bazaar does nothing to aid in the effort to help her decide whether or not her momentary fixation had wound up turning into a good or a bad thing. She still has no intention of blabbing to the Vanguard or their immediate confidantes, but…

She glances down at the coin in her palm again and squints at it as though it’d give her the answer, but it just shimmers in the dimming twilight innocently.

Someone walks by and she instinctively curls her fingers around it, glancing around quickly before pocketing it and heading for the apartment block. She wasn’t sure if she relished the idea of being in her team’s shared living space at the moment, but the only other option she had was Cayde’s place.

And she definitely didn’t want to be alone there.

Strangely, though usually she’d happily play the petty bitch and just try to figure out the secret to the token the Drifter had given her out in the open where she was obviously not supposed to, she’d already decided to head to her own room, lock it down, and let Glyph pick it apart away from prying eyes.

She tells herself it has little to do with the potential promise of blowing off steam and entirely to do with her wanting to know what she was getting into before blowing the whistle to…someone.

That was the root of her problems, again. She had no idea what she was doing anymore. The rest of her team was still out taking the fight to the forces that would joyfully see them all exterminated, and she couldn’t even say for sure that, should Zavala lift her house arrest, she would be wanting to do the same thing.

She’s going stir-crazy. It’s definitely not helping curb her anger.

So get a fucking day job, she thinks to herself bitterly as the door to the team apartment slides open and she steps inside.

“Hey! You’re back just in time,” Nyx greets her with a wave from across the room, standing in front of a flat screen that her ghost is hovering near. Her jaw lights flash in a pattern Quinn recognizes as cautiously warm and welcoming, and she feels her chest tighten. “I managed to dig up some old movie things from way back in the Golden Age. We were gonna watch some.”

“You dug them up?” Her ghost, Kessler, beeps at her in aggravation, his facets twirling as he worked on transferring data to the screen’s system. “Sure, take all the credit.”

Nyx lets out a soft pfft at her ghost’s crotchety response, face plates pinching into an amused scrunch. “Grouch.”

Once again, Quinn finds herself wishing she were in the kind of mood to find the banter amusing. Glyph materializes next to her and blips consolingly, but it does nothing to lift her mood.

Luke’s head and shoulders pop out from around the corner leading into the apartment’s kitchen, and he beams at her, causing her mood to drop even further conversely. “It’s gonna be so bad. I can’t wait.”

“You don’t even know what Golden Age movies were like, Luke.” Nyx responds.

“So?” He says. “They’re old.”

“You gonna say that about your music?”

“Hey! Zepplin is a classic.”

“Yeah,” Nyx replies, deliberately slow, “because it’s old.”

Exhaling through her nose and closing her eyes, Quinn tunes Luke’s indignant response out and moves past them. Halfway down the hall to her room she nearly runs face-first into Kel as he steps out of his own room, and she swears under her breath. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He says. He’s looking down at her in a very patented Kel way, intense and yet completely unreadable. If it weren’t for the fact she was used to dealing with Kel’s consistent nature of being aloof and distant and hard to read—both before and after he had started showing his face to his teammates—she’d be more irritated at her instincts once again failing to do her any favors.

He watches her for a moment, brow furrowing as he, like the Drifter before, reads her like a book. “Don’t let yourself get lost.” He says, finally.

She blinks at the statement, watching as he steps around her.

Classic Kel.

For once, his strange, distant way of showing he cared didn’t feel endearing. Instead, she just feels frustrated. She’s already lost, and all things considered he should know what she’s going through better than anyone twice over, considering how she’d heard he’d responded to Gil’s death years ago.

As she opens her door, she hears Luke protest Kel leaving the apartment without watching a movie with them. Kel mumbles something noncommittal in response, and the front door slides shut shortly thereafter. She wonders if Zavala had asked for his input again in directing the City’s hunters, as he had been doing frequently—apparently Shiro-4 had declined giving up fieldwork, no one could get in touch with Marcus Ren, and Kel was the next closest hunter with seniority in the Tower.

And Cayde hadn’t ever told Zavala and Ikora what his Dare had been, or if he’d ever even decided on one, so they had to make do.

Something dark and ugly twists her stomach at the thought. She wishes the doors weren’t automated for ghost access—she wanted to be able to slam hers shut, childish as the desire was.

She drops down onto her bed heavily and runs her fingers through her hair, digging them into her scalp until it stung, and desperately wills the despair and boiling rage at war in her chest to go away.

“Are you…sure you don’t want to watch a movie with the others?” Glyph asks her quietly, flitting down into her line of sight, the facets of its shell twisting around its center orb. It’s even more worried than it was before.

Quinn almost laughs thinking about how much more worried Glyph would be if it saw what she was like when she actually got mad; though she’s not exactly sure, herself, but she knows in her gut that ‘ugly’ was a tame way to describe what she became when truly enraged and upset. “I’m sure.” She wouldn’t be able to enjoy it anyhow, no matter how nice the thought sounded.

Glyph doesn’t respond.

She stands, reaching into her pocket to retrieve the jade coin she’d gotten from the Drifter and setting it almost gingerly on the stand next to her bed. “Think you can figure that out?” She asks, eager to shift the subject away from socialization as she steps away and reaches for the zipper of her jacket.

“Giving the ghost version of a huff, Glyph drifts over to it and its facets whirl around with activity, a probing beam of light striking the coin as it got to work. “I don’t know if there’s much to figure out,” it replies, “it’s a coin made out of a material that’s been rare ever since the Collapse.”

“Jade.”

She can feel Glyph blink up at her with surprise. “How’d you know?”

Her mouth opens to answer, motions halting as it occurs to her that she, again, isn’t sure. Seems she’s not sure of a lot these days save for wanting Uldren Sov’s head on a pike. “I…think there may have been some of it where I came from, too.” She finally says, hesitantly. Her coat slips from her shoulders and she tosses it haphazardly over the footboard of her bed.

She remembers so little of her life before waking up from stasis here. While it wasn’t exactly uncommon (and, in fact, was the norm) for guardians to not remember their first life, the particular way she woke into this world and the stark difference between her light-given abilities from her peers made it stand out a bit more. The significance of that sudden knowledge doesn’t slip past her.

She should probably tell Ikora—but that would require divulging how, exactly, she came to that little morsel of a clue, which she had no plans to do before she finally found out what the deal was with this Drifter guy.

Her ghost doesn’t say anything to that, but she can hear the thin fweem as it went back to work on the coin. She’s down to the tank top she wore under her coat and armor and her underwear before she finally hears a noise of success from her ghost.

“This is amazing,” it says, its facets flitting about wildly in excitement when she turns around and makes her way back over to take a seat on the bed, “it looks like it’s just a coin made out of a gemstone, but it’s actually a compact encryption key and transponder encased in the gemstone. All in one! Do you think he made them himself?”

She picks the coin up and stares at it, thumbing the emblem again and furrowing her brow. Gesturing idly, she shrugs her confusion and declines to offer her opinion on its question. “Which means what?”

A pause. “I, uh. I don’t know.”

This actually startles a choked laugh out of her, and the reaction results in an energized ghost. She’s sure that if Glyph were capable of it, it’d be beaming at her. “Well,” she says, “so much for ‘your ghost should figure it out’.”

“Hey! I did figure it out!”

Her eyebrow lifts.

It blinks, facets withdrawing around its core almost bashfully. “I mean, sort of. Look, the point is whatever he gave it to us for, we’ll just have to wait until we get a signal from it to find out for real.”

The coin twists and flips in her fingers as she thinks before she realizes that she’s fidgeting—at least it wasn’t braiding her hair, but she’d always hated displaying her anxieties so openly. Pursing her lips, she holds the coin out. “You should probably hang onto it, then. I won’t be able to tell when it gets one.”

“Good point.” It says, hitting the coin with another flash of light and dematting it into whatever light-fueled pocket dimension ghosts had access to. It looks at her long and hard, then, and she squints back at it. As she’s about to ask what the look was for it cuts her off. “Are you sure you want to do this? We could—we could just tell Zavala. Or Ikora. You’re still friends with Ikora, right?”

Whatever shift in her expression occurs it causes Glyph to recoil from her and she feels terrible. Her face drops to her hands and she takes a deep breath to calm herself. “Sorry,” she says. She feels like she needs to say more, but the words won’t come and so she sits there on her bed stupidly, her gaze going long and distant.

“You know, spending time with the team might be good for you.” Glyph says softly.

Silently, she agrees, but while she does want to spend time with her team, she also really doesn’t. In spite of the fact she hadn’t done much that day—meeting with the Drifter being the only moment that truly stuck out, strange a meeting as it was—she was exhausted. Glancing to her side where a clock is projected above the surface of her nightstand, she notes blankly that it’s barely past sundown.

Shifting, she settles onto her bed and pulls the covers over herself, rolling so her back is to Glyph. “You can go ahead and watch the movie if you want, Glyph. I’ll be okay.”

The room is quiet, but she eventually hears the hiss of her door opening and then clicking shut as Glyph leaves her alone with the silence.

[schizophrenic-klept-hoe-maniac]

🥰NEW HAUL 🥰

I’m officially a Foreo girly now 🥰 this haul was super easy and fun. For those who wonder HOW… i always disguise myself, changing my hair, outfit and bag. And I do multiple runs. I do not have white privilege and I live in the most conservative far right area in America so I seriously have to be extra diligent in not getting sussed. If u have any questions just ask.

Foreo Luna Mini 2

Hello Kitty Creme shop milk lotions x5 bringing my total to 7

Hello Kitty Creme shop pink water Creme x5 bringing my total to 7

Hello Kitty Creme shop serum x1 bc all the other ones were gone and I checked multiple stores and wasted gas… sigh

Creme shop Disney spot patches x1

Beetlejuice brushes x1

Beetlejuice white face base bringing my total to 4

Beetlejuice house Palette bringing my total to 3

Nail stickers x3

Candy skull masks x5

Press on nails x3

Inked tattoo sheets x5

Profusion rituals highlighters x2 bringing my total to 4

Profusion Rituals lipstick x1 bringing my total to 4

AF94 setting spray x1

AF94 eyeliner x1 bringing my total to 14

NYX marshmallow beauty blender x1

Spider earrings x1

Charms x1

Pink measuring tape x1

Lifter glosses x2

NYX holo lip gloss x1

Maybelline perfector foundation x1 bringing my total to 2

Adhesive magnetic stickers x1

USB-C cable x2 1 not pictured

Sprinkles x1

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➤Hi!

We are endogenic and liminal gateway system also known as Inevitable Chaos 🪞!

We all are queer and we are plural for many years, but our knowledge is still insufficient – we're still learning and doing research!

Our blog is a safe space for any type of systems – you all are absolutely valid!!

You can ask us anything (although we will not answer any too personal questions)!

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Where We Belong – Shayfer James

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❝ Did you get what you deserve? ❞

➤HOSTS

➸constantly unmotivated writer /hj

✰Names: Wren, Vincent

✮Pronouns: they/them|neos

✰Gender: genderfluid transsexual

✮Orientation: bi, gray and polyamorous

✰Species: barn owl therian + Mei Misaki fictionkin

✮Likes: writing poems and books, reading webtoons, books and manga, watching anime and object shows

★★★

➸optimistic bird

✰Name: Vivian/Vi

✮Pronouns: she/her

✰Gender: genderfluid

✮Orientation: bi, polyamorous

✰Species: great tit therian

✮Likes: reading webtoons, books and manga, listening to music

·:*¨༺     ★      ༻¨*:·.

❝ I will be my sunshine, I will be my moon at night ❞

➤TULPA

➸ray of sunshine

✰Name: Xavery

✮Nickname: Xav

✰Pronouns: he/it/sun

✮Gender: rosboy, loverboy, creaturegender, sunnia

✰Orientation: bi, demi and polyam

✮Species: human (with a tail and a halo!)

✰Likes: people, long walks, reading webtoons (mostly romances) and biology

·:*¨༺     ★      ༻¨*:·.

❝ The only ones in need of love are those who don't receive enough ❞

➤WALK-IN

➸[un]wanted criminal

✰Names: Killian, Nyx

✮Nicknames: Ki, Killi [only if we're close!]

✰Pronouns: he/him/cryptid|vae/vaer

✮Gender: demiboy, nyctoiac, :)

✰Orientation: aroace and queer

✮Species: ??? [demon-like and cat-like eldritch being]

✰Likes: drawing, reading horror and thriller webtoons and books and listening to rock music

·:*¨༺     ★      ༻¨*:·.

❝ But I am always feeding them | The ugliest parts of me ❞

➤WALK-IN

➸dead artist, living person

✰Name: Orchid (🌺 and 🌸 <– sign off emojis)

✮Pronouns: she/her

✰Gender: female, speciogender, dead

✮Orientation: lesbian

✰Species: flowerhead

✮Likes: sea, holidays, oil paints, art and artists, listening to calm music like The Crane Wives

·:*¨༺     ★      ༻¨*:·.

❝ It just seems unlikely that it's me who was to blame ❞

➤ENDOGENIC HEADMATE

➸cottagecore hypocrite

✰Name: Charles

✮Pronouns: he/him|neos

✰Gender: demiboy (?)

✮Orientation: bi

✰Species: elf-vampire hybrid

✮Likes: flowers, plants, coffee, chocolate, gardening, nature

·:*¨༺     ★      ༻¨*:·.

❝ Nighttime, please hide my eyes | So the man up there won't watch me stare ❞

➤WALK-IN

➸multidimensional /busy/ traveller

✰Name: Louis

✮Nickname: Lou

✰Pronouns: he/him

✮Gender: nonbinary

✰Orientation: queer

✮Species: vampire

✰Likes: travelling, listening to Will Wood, culture (generally), decadent poems, color purple, cats

·:*¨༺     ★      ༻¨*:·.

❝ There might be something outside your window | But you'll just never know ❞

➤WALK-IN

➸explorer

✰Name: Noé

✮Pronouns: he/sparkle

✰Gender: ??? (probably male)

✮Orientation: queer

✰Species: vampire

✮Likes: travelling, exploring, animals, cats, cute things

·:*¨༺     ★      ༻¨*:·.

❝ Please let us dance out into the stars ❞

➤ENDOGENIC HEADMATE

➸pathetic loserboy (puppet)

✰Names: Jay, Crispin

✮Pronouns: he/it

✰Gender: transmasc demiboy

✮Orientation: gay

✰Species: not a vampire (human)

✮Likes: artistic gore, blood, flowers, baking, STOMACH BOOK, poetry

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About our blog:

➸we often reblog things from our fandoms or hyperfixations, we always tag them!

➸we have a little chaotic tagging system, but our main tag for posts not related to anything is #we need a tag for our shitpost, a tag for everything fantasy-related is #fantasy spin, a tag for silly conversations is #chaotic conversations 🪞 and a tag for our art is #chaotic art 🪞, we also use two lore-related tags: #killian's lore and #system lore 🪞 and two writing-related tags: #writing ideas 🪞 and #talks about ocs 🪞. Other funky tags: #weirdcore – for weirdcore edits, liminal spaces and everything related, #road signs – for all cool signs, not especially road ones.

➸we also often reblog or write things related to plurality, queer stuff or nonhumanity

➸we love getting asks or talking to new people, so don't be scared to talk to us!

➸we are NOT normal. But it's GOOD :)

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DNI: basic DNI criteria (that means racists, ableists, just mean people), sysmed, transmed, TERF, anti-endogenic, anti-non-traumagenic, anti-tulpamancy, anti-LGBTQ+, transphobes, homophobes, anti-otherkin, anti-therian, anti-MOGAI, anti-xenogenders, anti-neopronouns, people against well researched self diagnosis, NSFW-blogs, anyone who is pro-contact for harmful paraphilias

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[archxvxd]

Lost & Found

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Lost & Found Synopsis: Y/N is the #4 hero and close friends with Hawks. When Hawks goes on a LOA from Hero Work due to a recent injury the Hero Commission decides to bring Y/N in as their new informant. Hawks sets up a meet n greet with his contact from the LoV, Dabi. What Y/N isn’t expecting is to come face to face with her assumed dead childhood best friend Touya Todoroki. Not realizing who she is due to a name change Y/N has to try and keep her identity hidden from the villain while trying to suppress old feelings that have begun to resurface.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Status: ONGOING

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Updates: 1x Per Week Minimum

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Warnings: Warnings: 18+, Smut, Violent Themes, Sexual Themes, Mentions of Trauma, Manipulative Behavior, Toxic Beahavior, Mentions and Use of Substances, Will add on as needed~

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Pairing: DabixProhero!Reader/Fem!Reader & HawksxProhero!Reader/Fem!Reader

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Genre: Social Media!AU, Smut, Crack, Fluff, Whole Lotta Chaos Prolly

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ A/N: Here it is!!! My next SMAU. I’m so excited to finally share this with you guys🤩 I’ve had the outline of this written I think the day or two after I finished my mini Dabi series Voodoo. I plan on posting for this immediately after Say Cheese is done which isn’t very long now. I may even post the intros early😘 I hope you guys are able to enjoy this smau as much as Say Cheese. Much Love💘✨

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Taglist: CLOSED!!

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ The Pros | The League ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ep. 1: All the Homies (18+)

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ep. 2: Go Best Friend

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ep. 3: STFU

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ep. 4: Big Softie

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ep. 5: Monster Schlong

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ep. 6: Delusional :((

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ep. 7: Dumbass

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ep. 8: Chill

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ep. 9: Pretty Boi

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ep. 10: Get Rekt

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ep. 11: B l o c k e d

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ep. 12: Nasty Behavior

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ep. 13: Indulging

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ep. 14: Shut Your Whore Mouth

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ep. 15: pouting

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Taglist: @angelofdarkness1020 @unfortunately-fabtastic @1-800-s1mping @someweirdshitman @theskullgoddess @fukyouthink @firecet @dabisdominion @fandomqueensuniverse @sirachano0dles @galagcica @tanakaslastbraincell @avatarayeaye @virtualdeputygardenpatrol @amaranthine-daydream @lunamoonbby @overzealous-imagination @everything-sucks-doesnt-it @thegalxe @strawberrysalwa @ozzy-bozzy @keishinbaby @kyomihann @blkladyelle @moonlightaangel @husband-to-tomura-shigaraki @trashy-simp @livie-bug82108 @salty-satan @thesleepysphinx @undead-nyx @bokutosuwus @mybigredclifforddick @aiiishiiiteru @daydaydayz @kenssister @bluefaeriefury @amaejiki @minninugget @honeypirate @fucktheworlddude @totallynotelle @awilddreamerwrites @fallengoddess772 @speakyourselfloveyourself @sharihorse @you-make-children-cry @platinum-grenade @yoongis-moons @dangerousluv1

Other works:

Level Up! ~ Kenma x fem!reader (Ongoing)

[jandjsalmon]

FICS I’VE READ THIS WEEK (43)

Hello everybody!!  I am currently living in an icebox. We’ve had “Extreme Cold Warnings” pretty much all week. It’s steadily -37°C (translates to -34.6°F). My windows are icing up on the inside. I’m drinking my weight in hot chocolate. My dog is driving me crazy because she never wants to go outside because it’s so freaking cold but she want to pee and play and do all the things. If I stop posting - it’s because I’ve frozen to death. Just in case anyone was wondering and gets worried.

ALSO. My Bughead Fluffageddon Rereadathon went really well this week. Happy fluffy fics definitely made me happy. If you have any other recs, I would love to reread them. I hope all of you are not overly distressed. My dashboard seems mostly interested in peeking at tattoos - so that’s fun. I am sad for @earthlaughsinflowersblog though - because there were no rockets in the episode despite us being trolled by RAS with the 🚀 emoji. Sorry, love.

I hope you are all doing well!! Stay healthy and stay safe. 😘

Here is my reading list for the week of Feb 05 - Feb 11

Weeks 1-41 (2882 chapters)

Week 42 (54 chapters)

Week 43 (61 chapters)

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BUGHEAD - 14

A Page from Pop Tate’s Book of Love by @likemereckless (1/1)

this is the way he loves her by @thetaoofbetty (chapter 8)

friendsgiving 2012 by @stonerbughead (first chapter)

The Island by @likemereckless (chapter 5)

Flasks & Masks by @notinwonderlandanym0re (chapter 3)

Purely Platonic by @dmux86 (1/1)

Down from Heaven by @thepointoftheneedle (1/1)

communicate by @literatiruinedme (1/1)

We are all Embers (From the Same Fire) by @darveysbughead (1/1)

(these are what they call) hard feelings by @imreallyloveleee (1/1)

Awaken the Dawn by @thistooshallpassxoxo (chapter 7)

you ain’t my boyfriend, i ain't your girlfriend by @mrscolesprouse (1/1)

my true love gave to me by @ithoughtyoulikedmereckless (chapter 12)

three hundred sixty-five by @aresaphrodites (1/1)

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Bughead Rereads - 34

Thank you @thepointoftheneedle for the suggestion to reread all of the @fitzwilliamsdarcy collection. They were DEFINITELY fluffy and funny and wonderful. Kudos to you for the suggestion.

april come she will by @flwrpotts (3/3)

Love On The Fly by @fitzwilliamsdarcy (1/1)

Orange You Glad to See Me? by @fitzwilliamsdarcy (1/1)

Hold my hand and I’ll buy you coffee? by @fitzwilliamsdarcy (3/3)

Moments in Love by @fitzwilliamsdarcy (1/1)

A moment for us by @fitzwilliamsdarcy (1/1)

A moment for me, for you by @fitzwilliamsdarcy (1/1)

Deja Brew by @fitzwilliamsdarcy (1/1)

Taco Belle by @fitzwilliamsdarcy (1/1)

Wanderlust by @thesecretfandom (12/12)

meet the morning by @sylwrites (9/9)

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MISCELLANEOUS - 8

Holidating by @idreamofdraco (Draco/Ginny - chapter 3)

Trick Play by @ayy-ohh (Veronica/Logan - 1/1)

like the rifle by @kylorenvevo (Ben/Rey - chapter 4)

the heartbreak prince by @kylorenvevo (Ben/Rey - chapter 32)

Nyx by @affidecrystal (Ben/Rey - chapter 8)

Jackson and Lila Moments by @lazydaizies (Jax/Lila - chapter 13)

Punk and Circumstance by Alixtii (Nick/Norah - 1/1)

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by @portiaadams (Boardwalk Empire - chapter 32)

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Misc. Rereads - 5

truth and consequences by @goinesjennifer​ (Laura/Sweeney - 5/5)

[meddlesomedragon]

I posted 10,132 times in 2021

40 posts created (0%)

10092 posts reblogged (100%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 252.3 posts.

I added 127 tags in 2021

#dream smp - 26 posts

#dream smp spoilers - 23 posts

#dsmp spoilers - 20 posts

#original post - 16 posts

#dsmp - 15 posts

#mcyt - 9 posts

#dreamwastaken - 6 posts

#tubbo - 4 posts

#badboyhalo - 4 posts

#wilbur soot - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 101 characters

#there is not a single character on that server that deserves the hell quackity is putting him through

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Look at all these things my brain won't do

84 notes • Posted 2021-06-08 23:59:48 GMT

#4

I am absolutely down for C!Wilbur to be resurrected as sane but upon discovering that L'Manburg is gone he goes back to being a dirty crime boi and selling drugs.

Everyone is expecting mad!wilbur or President Soot and instead they get Wilbur who causes problems and pulls cons.

95 notes • Posted 2021-02-14 21:44:50 GMT

#3

Dream talking about Percy Jackson in his stream got me thinking about a demigod AU for DSMP

So here are my speculations:

Wilbur Soot: Son of Apollo

Technoblade: Son of Hades

Dream: Son of Athena

George: Son of Aphrodite

Tommyinnit: Son of Hermes

Tubbo: Son of Aristaeus

Ranboo: Son of Harmonia

Philza: Son of Jupiter

Nihachu: Daughter of Demeter

Sapnap: Son of Ares

Karl: Son of Janus

Quackity: Son of Dionysus

Awesamdude: Son of Hephaestus

BadBoyHalo: Son of Nyx

Skeppy: Son of Hermes

Captain Puffy: Daughter of Poseidon

I don't know the rest of the smp characters well enough to decide.

97 notes • Posted 2021-02-11 20:45:45 GMT

#2

They are taunting us. We're over here dying and they're taunting us. Please. Please.

184 notes • Posted 2021-01-06 00:51:16 GMT

#1

Thinking about the fact that for C!Tubbo to wear C!Dream’s armour, the armour is either comically large on him or C!Dream is the same size as Tubbo. Either image deserves serious contemplation. /rp

190 notes • Posted 2021-03-16 04:09:24 GMT

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[dustedandsocial]

Top Several Hundred Records of 2020

My Top 11: 1. Slum Of Legs - Slum Of Legs (Harbinger Sound / Spurge) 2. Oily Boys - Cro Memory Grin (Cool Death) 3. Model Home - SE (Future Times) 4. Valentina Magaletti & Marlene Ribeiro - due matte (Commando Vanessa / Horn of Plenty <O) 5. Kris & Tavi - Kris & Tavi (Misophonia) 6. Still House Plants - Fast Edit (Bison) 7. None - Khneï Khneï Thnacapata Thnacapata (Unknown Precept) 8. Rychlicki / Kostkiewicz - Zapis (Absolute Fiction / Maternal Voice) 9. Rosso Polare - Lettere Animali (Klammklang) 10. Patois Counselors - The Optimal Seat (ever/never) 11. Impatiens - Scene At The River (Altered States) Favorite 20 That Weren't My Top 11: 12. Irma Vep - Embarrassed Landscape (Gringo) 13. FRKSE - Desecration Anxiety II (Iron Lung) 14. Merula - Sleep (Men Scryfa) 15. Al Karpenter - If We Can't Dream, They Can't Sleep!! (ever/never) 16. BbyMutha - Muthaland (the muthaboard) 17. Pose Dia - Front View (Bureau B) 18. SIR E.U - Midnight Train To Velvet (Self-Released) 19. Nightshift - Nightshift (Cusp) 20. Massicot - Kratt (Harbinger Sound / Spurge / Bongo Joe / Red Wig) 21. Alessandra Novaga - I Should Have Been a Gardener (Die Schachtel) 22. Zeroh - BLQLYTE (Leaving) 23. Swallow - Body Horror (ANA) 24. Pink Siifu & Fly Anakin - FlySiifu's (Lex) 25. Balans - Sam pravm (Kapa) 26. Bruch - The Fool (Trost / Cut Surface) 27. P22 - Human Snake (Post Present Medium) 28. ovrkast. - Try Again (do more.) 29. Chapelier Fou - Méridiens (Ici d'ailleurs) 30. Schisms - Speech Copy Rap Master (Fort Evil Fruit) 31. Új Bála - How the Cookie Crumbles (Czaszka Records)

Mozo Mozo - Mozo Mozo (Epileptic Media) Orion Moustache - EP02 (Noorden) Mentira! - Mentira! (Harbinger Sound) Leyden Jars - Gone (Outer Reaches) Last Call At Nightowls - Ask the Dust (Subsound) Gaffer - Gaffer (Helta Skelta) Inturist (Интурист) - Action! (Incompetence) Директор Всего (The CEO of Everything) - Самый занятой гражданин (Doing Great Music) Christos Chondropoulos - On Nature (12th Isle) Uptown XO - Culture Over Corporate  (1 Force United) Lichen Gumbo - Altered Village (Ikuisuus ‎/ Jumatsuga ‎/ Lal Lal Lal) The Worms - Back To The Bog (Hidden Bay) Kneeling In Piss - Music for Peasants EP (Anyway) Taste - Rope In The Closet ( If Society / Half Bear Half Cat / Roge Records) Flogging A Dead One Horse Town - Old Scum EP (MUZAI) BIG $ILKY (Psalm One & Angel Davanport) - BIG $ILKY Vol. 2 (Self-Released) Dame Area - La Soluzione É Una (Màgia Roja / B.F.E Records) Enir Da - Silence (Too Soon Tapes) Obnox - Savage Raygun (ever/never) Mike Cooper - Playing With Water (Room40) Nape Neck - Nape Neck (Self-Released) S.U.V. - Neoliberal Folk Songs II (Otomatik Muziek) Patrick Shiroishi - Descension (Thin Wrist Recordings) Pink Siifu - NEGRO (Self-Released) En Attendant Ana - Juillet (Trouble In Mind) Sergei Demin - Not Music Of The Day (Klammklang) Brandy - The Gift Of Repetition (Total Punk) Nyx Nótt - Aux Pieds De La Nuit (Melodic) Bearer - Precincts (ANA) Norms - Háború és fű (Mindig Otthon Punk Discs) Vertical Slump - Oubliette (Blank Editions) Lau Nau - Själö (With Sound Environments by Janne Laine) (Fonal) Model Home - One Year (Disciples) WOW - Falene (Maple Death) Santa Sprees - Sum Total of Insolent Blank (Leapantique) Edd Sanders - Sun Bleached & Hollow (Cadmus) Charlemagne Palestine - Ffroggssichorddd (Staalplaat) Loopsel - Loopsel EP (Mammas Mysteriska Julebox) Kuupuu - Plz Tell Me (KRAAK) (I forget whether I put the oriinal version of this on my year-end list last year. Here it is again though) QQ - Vanguard Youth (Skrot Up) DJ Speedsick - (All Releases) Armand Hammer - Shrines (Backwoodz Studioz) Lewsberg - In This House (12XU) Ubiquitous Meh! - Fecund With Love (Buried Treasure / Damnsonic) Schulverweis - Suppe (Neoprimitive) La Chasse - Meretrix ∕ Doloris (Donnez-moi du feu) No - Vol. 1 (Faustian Haus) David Nance - Staunch Honey (Trouble In Mind) Hun Bed - Brood I (Het Generiek) Młody Kotek & Niemy Dotyk - New Age Speedball (Enjoy Life) Aurat - Zeher (Etang Brulant) Addict Ameba - Panamor (Black Sweat) Sunset Flips - Between Two Sheds (Altered States) Small Bills (E L U C I D & The Lasso) - Don't Play It Straight (Mello Music Group) Nail Club - Collected Methods (Hot Releases) Maximum Ernst - Time Delay Safe (ever/never) Tim Hicks X The Dirty Church - Bullets (Humble Monarch) Lord Jah-Monte Ogbon - GOD Body & Soul Side B (Self-Released) Red Bennies - Futurist, Nihilist Post-Rock, Cyberpunk, Anti-Humanist Music (Chthonic) Tsap - Flickering Lyghte In Campsite (Altered States) Latex Cop - Privacy Policy (Cadmus Tape) Ka - Descendants of Cain (Iron Works) Violent Quand On Aime - The Movie Star (Simple Music Experience) Flaner Klespoza - Przygody i tajemnice (Nagrania Somnambuliczne) Budokan Boys - So Broken Up About You Dying (ever/never) Datblygu - Cwm Gwagle (Ankstmusik) Pays P. - Pays P. (Gravity Music) Somaticae - Amesys (In Paradisum) Kipp Stone - Homme (Self-Released) Sada Baby - Bartier Bounty 2 Tribalism3 - April on Mars (Collectif Coax) Men With Secrets - Psycho Romance and Other Spooky Ballads (The Bunker) Brainbeau - Infinite Ways (Good Samaritron) Landowner - Consultant (Born Yesterday) Jay & Yuta - Condemned Compilations (Research) Machine Woman - Dj Dolfin Snare 808 Machine (Take Away Jazz) Slowburn - Folketro (momeatdadrecords) Twinkle³ - Minor Planets (Marionette) Unglee Izi - notice & initiation au monde alterné T.1 (Lost Dogs Entertainment) Sick Urge - Structures of Domination (Puukotus-Levyt) German Army - Pulling at Principles (Flophouse) NAPPYNAPPA - IFEELJUSTLYKTHEIRART (Bad Taste) Social Stomach + Body Shame - Split (Bento) Pacific Yew - Squeeze Demo (Hot Record Societe) Isabella - Magnetica (Ehse) Trrma´ & Charlemagne Palestine - Sssseegmmeentss Frrooom Baaari (Jazz Engine) Astute Palate - Astute Palate (Petty Bunco / Eternal Soundcheck) Axel Larsen - Les Éléments Du Crime (Macadam Mambo) Post Spiderhole Ensemble - False Alarms and Excess Baggage (Kitchen Leg) Cash Kidd - No Socks Senyawa & Stephen O'Malley - Bima Sakti (iDEAL Recordings) Henny L.O. - Sages (Mutant Academy) True Sons Of Thunder - It Was Then That (Total Punk) Tim Gick - Não Há Laranja ∕ Scrying Glass Eye (Working Man Lay Down) Junk Magic - Compass Confusion (Pyroclastic Records) Person of Interest - All Tomorrows Parties (Exotic Dance) Pumice - Table (Soft Abuse) Max Nordile - Building A Better Void (Gilgongo) Mrs. Dink + Magnum Opus - Mrs. Dink / / Magnum Opus  (Soil) Swamp Harbour (Stinkin Slumrok, Bisk, & Sam Zircon) - Swamp Harbour (Blah) Camden Malik - Understand Me (10k) Heckadecimal - Critters (Kajunga) Geld - Beyond The Floor (Iron Lung) Drakeo the Ruler & JoogSzn - Thank You For Using GTL Senketsu No Night Club - 沈丁花 (Signora Ward) Jef Mertens - NO AMP (291) Tomaga ‎– Extended Play 2 (Self-Released) [R.I.P. Tom Relleen] Boldy James & The Alchemist - The Price Of Tea In China Shoreline Mafia - Mafia Bidness pisse - LP (Phantom / Harbinger Sound) Reymour ‎– Sarabande A Deux (CAF?) Goldblum - Goldblum (Het Generiek) Phil Struck - Schleswig-Holstein Aufnahmen (Séance Centre) Maths Balance Volumes - A Year Closer (Penultimate Press) Body Double - Milk Fed (Zum Audio) Low Flung - Oil in the Mangroves (Bedroom Suck) Chris Crack - White People Love Algorithms (New Deal Collectives) Krypton 81 - Tranquility Base EP (Dalmata Daniel) Akai Solo - Ride Alone, Fly Together (Break All Records) Gad Whip - Fanimal Arms (Gad Whip Recordings) Tygapaw - Get Free (NAAFI) Pamela_ and her sons - Pink Room (Self-Released) Etceteral - Ama-Gi (Kapa Records) Ghostie - Self Hate Wraith (Self-Released) Young Nudy - Anyways DrxQuinnx & Chase Baby - God Gooch & Blue Jesus EP (Bit Tape) Museum Of No Art - Museum of No Art (Séance Centre) Terrible Signal - The Window (Heart of the Rat) Bambi OFS - Yakka (B.F.E Records / Subsist) Zarabatana - Cum Raio (tsss tapes) Soberin Exx - Normal Islands (Liquid Library) Sylvain Darrifourcq, Manuel Hermia, Valentin Ceccaldi - Kaiju Eats Cheeseburgers (Full Rhizome / Hector) Günter Schlienz + Jeans Beast - Split (Econore) Hasufel - Lamentations of the Foul High Priest (So Called Hell) Delphine Dora - L’Inattingible (Three:four / Meakusma) Suburban Cracked Collective - Swimming Amongst The Dregs (A Colourful Storm) Military Genius - Deep Web (Unheard Of Hope) Mesa Of The Lost Women - Les Tables Noires (Specific) Ferocious (Bill Direen, Mark Williams, & Johannes Contag) - Ferocious (Rattle) Domestiques - Vol. 1 (Glass Modern) gogoj a.k.a Sheng Jie - oviparity (Maybe Noise / WV Sorcerer Productions) Midnight Mines - Live From The Mystery Plane (Independent Woman) Muro - Pacificar (Beach Impediment) Satan - Toutes Ces Horreurs (Jungle Khôl / Throatruiner) Scarlatine - Mimosa (Le Syndicat Des Scorpions) Vanligt Folk - Allt E'nte (Kess Kill) VOLE - Dej Bůh Pěstí (Stoned To Death) Upsidedown Flames - Creeps At Shows EP (Fuck Yoga) Zurich Cloud Motors - Do More Than Deconstruct​-​o (Zazen Tapes)

Buncha other records

Sweeping Promises record wasn't that good though. But if you guys like it when people take singing seriously, you should check out some of this music called "R&B"