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joudama · 6 days ago

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I saw a post today that got me thinking. They basically started by pointing out how the Veilguard companions are super entitled brats because even though the world is ending, they prioritize solving their apparently much more important personal issues.

What really hit me is, the writers were trying to use the Mass Effect 2 template with a Mass Effect 3 level threat, without seeming to realize how completely incompatible those two things are.

I’m gonna talk a lot about Mass Effect to critique a Dragon Age game, but that’s what they get for trying to Mass Effect Dragon Age. Oh well.

First off, let me get the Unpopular Opinion out of the way now: Mass Effect 2 was the worst game of the trilogy. That’s not to say it was a bad game. It was an excellent game. Unfortunately, it was not a good second installment of a trilogy. It did none of the middle act work of setting up the pieces for the final act (this is why we get the deus ex machina of the super secret Reaper killing weapon plans plopped in what HAD just been “a small data cache” on Mars - ME2 should have been about chasing down leads for said weapon) and instead was basically a reboot that set us back to exactly where we should not have been, only now with this super cool secret society that has been secretly engineering galactic politics from behind the scenes and using their Big Evil Tendrils of Power on people and shaping events (gee, why does THAT sound so familiar, Veilguard?) and they were putting us on a mission that realistically had nothing to do with the bigger Reaper threat or set us up to fight them. The main story was about the Collectors and Cerberus, but you’ll notice how no one ever talks about that - other than to express irritation when TIM shows up to force you to go on main story missions instead of letting you do the missions you actually care about - the companion recruitment and loyalty missions - because it’s more of a framing device. Having the actual story people care about be those missions works because the main story is inconsequential IRT the world. You are a small crew chasing after what most of the galaxy believes to be a myth by sailing into an area no one has ever come back from, and said crew is: a leader everyone thinks is dead, two members of a terrorist organization, a tank-bred teenager, a vigilante everyone thinks is dead, a mercenary, a dying assassin, twenty year old kid, a thief, an old mad scientist who retired off to the slums, and a monk from an order where they die a lot. In other words: no one the galaxy will seemingly miss going on a suicide mission of seemingly no importance. That means instead of focusing on the relatively unimportant story (again, remember, it does NONE of the work of the middle story of a trilogy, which is part of why ME3 had the problems it did!), they could focus on the characters. And it completely made sense to stop everything - because there truly was not a huge rush until the Collector attack triggers to get to the suicide mission - in order to do these single mission asks of people that a terrorist organization is sending on a suicide mission. They are asking Shepard to give them some closure on their lives because they know they very well might die and not be able to do it after the mission. And it makes sense to do it, because you are literally asking them to die. It’s a last request. You do it because there’s no time crunch, because there’s no big looming threat directly hanging over you, and even after the Collector Attack is triggered, the only thing under threat is your ship’s crew. It’s a personal threat, not a galactic one.

Which brings us to 3, which is finally getting back to the story started in 1, the Reapers, which are now HERE and a way to beat them has to be plucked out of nowhere because 2 didn’t bother (and yes yes, I know about set up from 1 with the giant rift on iirc Klendagon? I don’t remember how to spell the name - but we should have been looking for that in 2 instead of doing a side quest for Cerberus, but I digress). Anyway, there is now a galaxy ending threat and it is literally destroying worlds. They are taking over more and more of space, and despite our best efforts we are absolutely losing, and we’ve got a very short time to unite the galaxy and get that Hail Mary weapon built, plus stop Cerberus fucking up our efforts, or else all space faring life will be killed off. Every mission (aside from DLC) is focused on one of those three goals, because the threat is so large there’s no room for anything else. Even when it seems like the game is setting up you helping a former companion on a side mission - Miranda and her missing sister - Miranda tells you point blank that you’ve got bigger issues than her personal problem, and you only end up doing it because you’re going after Cerberus and discovered she was there.

Now, at long last, it’s time to talk about Veilguard. Veilguard tried to tell small, personal stories, like ME2 did, while the main story was a literal world and life as we know it ending threat, like ME3 had. And those two things are incompatible. You can’t stop to go fight an old personal enemy and plan camping trips while there is a literal world ending threat that is encroaching on everything and you are LOSING - by virtue of the stakes, it needs to be everything you are, in some way, focusing on, as is what happened with ME3. By trying to do a personal story quest in this scenario, it creates a giant disconnect where your companions come off as entitled at best and extraordinarily privileged and tone deaf at worst, and like they are completely amateurish (and it also undermines how big the threat is - how big of a threat can it be really if you have time to go watch some griffin training?) You can’t stop everything to handle personal concerns when you are losing a fight for the survival of literally everyone. Act 2 of Veilguard grinds to a halt because instead of looking for ways to stop the gods, you’re off hither and yon running multi-step errands for your companions. They’re taking you on picnics and telling you to relax and have some tea. Meanwhile, the south is on fire and hundred of thousands of people are dying and the baddies are working on their own deus ex machina as you go chasing after a random mage.

#datv critical #Veilguard critical #Mass Effect 2 critical #I have more to say it but have to go to work oh well #The Mass Effectification of Dragon Age

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laelior · 2 months ago

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It’s dark in her cabin when Shepard jolts awake in a cold sweat, wrenched out of her sleep by the blaring of an alarm klaxon, red lights blazing from the bulkheads. Her heart hammers loudly somewhere up near her throat and her breath comes in quick, short gasps as she breathes in the smoke and fire and suddenly she can’t breathe at all and–

Slowly her eyes adjust to the dark, allowing her to take in the details around her.

There’s no alarm klaxon. No acrid smells of electrical fires or explosions heaving her to and fro. No red warnings blink threateningly on her HUD. Air flows freely in and out of her lungs and Kaidan’s arms are loosely draped over her waist as he shifts sleepily beside her. The fish tank glimmers with a muted blue light, casting a soft glow across the cabin. And it is completely, utterly silent except for the subtle, dull thrum of the Normandy SR-2’s engines that permeate through the bulkheads.

She inhales deeply through her nose then slowly, deliberately expels the breath through her mouth.

So. That nightmare again.

After a few more deep breaths, she carefully disentangles herself from Kaidan’s arms and softly pads her way over to the bathroom. A few splashes of cool water on her face wash away the panicked rhythm of her heart. It takes a few more minutes and several more conscious breathing exercises before she can bring herself to return to her bed and try to squeeze more sleep in.

Kaidan has shifted to lay on his stomach by the time she gets back, splayed out across the bed in a state of total relaxation she hasn’t seen from him in...well, never, really. He’s always carried tension—in his shoulders, in his jaw, in that space between his eyebrows. It’s an artifact of that self-control he values so much. But now, in this moment, it’s gone, melted away somewhere in the depths of his slumber.

Warmth blooms up from deep within her.

She kneels down next to him on the bed, just watching the steady rise and fall of his shoulders as he sleeps, listening to his soft snores. He even drools a little on the pillow where his face pressed up against it. Just a little.

She leans down and traces a finger along his jaw. He doesn’t even stir. He’s really, truly, dead-to-the-world asleep. She moves her hand up his cheek, feeling the run of his stubble against her palm. He’s always been so clean-shaven before, always smelling faintly of aftershave, but now he just smells of soap and faintly of the oil used to lubricate armor joints, sharp and metallic.

His hair is soft, a sharp contrast to the prickly veneer of his stubble. He murmurs sleepily when she runs her hands through it. Then something small, a little glint of light, catches her eye, and her hand stills. Little silver flecks of hair near his temples gleam at her. She doesn’t remember that at all.

It hits her then. Really hits her.

It’s been a year for her, but more than three for him. He is older.

She knows, in an intellectual sense, that the universe had continued to turn without her. Her stint with Cerberus hadn’t afforded her much time to reflect on it, and she’d studiously avoided thinking about it during her period of house arrest. But now, to be confronted with real, physical evidence of it, written on Kaidan’s face….

It’s easy to think that the universe had simply stopped for two years while she’d been gone. It’s easy to think that time had stopped its normal flow to wait for her, Bethany Shepard, to catch up. It’s stupid and selfish, but easier to fill in the blank space in her timeline with the fiction that everyone around her hadn’t moved on. Easier to avoid thinking about what had happened.

But the universe hadn’t stopped for her, and the proof is written in those little gray hairs she runs between her fingers. It’s etched in the worry lines around his eyes that crease even in his sleepy, relaxed state.

Suddenly, he stirs, stretching his arms out over his head, and rolls back on to his front. The muscles of his chest ripple and stretch just under his skin.

He looks around the cabin, seeming to take in where he is...and who he was with. A warm smile spreads over his face when his eyes settle on her, and suddenly those crows-feet around his eyes are laugh lines, not worry marks.

“Hey, you,” he says. There’s a soft, dreamy quality to his voice. “Is it morning already?”

She shakes her head. Almost without thinking about it, her hand drifts to touch his cheek. He turns his face toward her hand and brings his own up to lace his fingers through hers. “Middle of the night. Still getting used to the Normandy’s clock?”

“Guess so.” He pulls her hand to his lips, where he lays a soft kiss on the center of her palm. The warmth of his lips sends a thrill down her spine. “What were you doing up?”

“Admiring the view,” she says, giving him a crooked half-smile.

“Mmm. This place has, uh, quite the view.” He chuckles. He’s not talking about the canopy, and they both know it.

“Flirt,” she says softly, eliciting another chuckle from him.

“Guilty as charged.” He stretches again, rolling his shoulders languorously.She lays her other hand on his shoulder, only for him to jerk away sharply. “Cold hand!”

“It’s freezing up here. You’re the nearest source of warmth,” she laughs. Still, she pulls her hands back and rubs them together to warm them up.

“Come here. Let me help you by reaching a state of thermodynamic equilibrium.” He pushes himself up into a sitting position and pulls her in close. So very, very close. Just inches away from her. Her knees graze the tops of his thighs. She drapes her arms around his shoulders, her hands meeting just behind his neck. She leans in, angling her face so her lips just brush his. His scruff lightly tickles her cheek, but then he pauses and pulls back an inch or two like he’s looking past her at something on her desk. “You know, I just realized something,” he murmurs, his voice buzzing in her ears.

“Hmm?” She feigns interest in whatever revelation just hit him while leaning in again, trying to capture his lips with hers. He shifts just enough that she catches his cheek instead, getting a mouthful of his stubble.

“It’s past midnight.”

“Yeah, and?” This time she takes no chances, putting one hand on each of his cheeks to hold him still. All thoughts of trying to get back to sleep have fully flown out of the bulkhead. There’ll be time for sleep when the war is done. But Kaidan, he just smiles and places his hands over her own and looks up at her.

“Happy birthday, Beth,” he says softly, before finally, finally pulling her in for a slow, deep kiss.

It’s some time before she gets back to sleep, but when she does it’s a deep, blissfully dreamless sleep as she’s held safe in Kaidan’s arms.

#mass effect #commander shepard #bethany shepard #kaidan alenko #shenko #i have been sitting on this piece for years #trying to complete it #but somehow shoehorning it into a birthday piece for shepard #made it fall into place #my writing #lae writes #happy birthday commander shepard

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shadesofmauve · 3 months ago

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Alliance Normandy SR2 redesign: Deck 1

The Alliance refitted Deck 1 for an Admiral, but they were working from the original Cerberus SR2 layout, which is decadent even for the shiniest of top brass. The Illusive Man is absolutely a believer in the Great Man theory of history, and the belief that a Capital-L Alpha-human Leader both requires and deserves luxury. From his point of view, this is the bare minimum. Why is there a fish tank on the stealth frigate? Because the Illusive Man decreed it thus. Then he went back to snorting space-blow off the ass of an asari hooker.

(During the refit, Anderson performed some interesting conversational and logistical gymnastics to keep the giant bed and the fish tank, without seeming like he was personally invested in a big comfy bed and a fish tank).

General note: I drew bulkheads one foot thick throughout. It matches the game's thick walls, makes the plans legible when zoomed out, and allows plenty of space for wiring, plumbing, life support, etc. The ladders and central elevator access every deck of the ship, and the elevator has doors both fore and aft.

Redesign/refinement

The loft is more refined than redesigned. The head is pushed out to use the empty space around elevator, and I added a tiny private cabin for two admiral's aides. (On Rhi Shepard's Normandy these were never completed, which she is deeply thankful for; fraternization is hard enough as it is).

The hull outline comes in and clips the ladders. This is a limitation of plan-view; that is actually the hull outline at the top of the space, where it's narrowest. The ladders aren't hanging outside the ship, they just have slightly less head-room (still not a problem, even for a turian).

Inside the cabin, the L desk is rotated 90 degrees, because no N7 in the world wants to sit with their back to the door. This also makes it more comfortable to have working meetings with subordinates. The extended wing of the folds and can be stowed out of the way under the rest. Pushing the head out into the corridor also means better visibility and more usable pace here.

To the left of the door, a small stowable table is a space for more casual conversations or private meals. It's also a place for more formal meals; with the L of the desk folded away, the small table can actually extend to seat eight, allowing the admiral to wine-and-dine visiting dignitaries or senior staff.

Rhi Shepard refers aloud to her model ship collection, but in her heart they're toy ships. The lack of fish is absolutely NOT because of her horrible track record with previous fish; it's because using the stealth systems means accumulating a lot of heat, and water is an excellent auxiliary place to store heat. It may not seem like much next to the ship's massive built-in heat-sinks, but every little bit helps, and with an estimated 4' height, that is a 485 gallon fish tank*.

*Thank you Aquarium Volume Calculator, which is also how I learned that aquarium stocking sizes are given in "inches of fish." This tank can hold about 598 inches of fish. A marvel.

The seating area is basically unchanged, except that admirals rate their own coffee maker. I also added a frosted translucent panel dividing the living/entertaining area from the sleeping area, because sometimes you want to entertain guests without feeling that all focus is on the sybaritic splendor of your bed. The panel also displays media (from either direction).

Normandy redesign posts

Intro

Loft

Command

Crew

Engineering

Hangar

#Normandy SR-2 #mass effect #mass effect meta #Normandy SR2 redesign #Alliance Normandy SR-2 #Sunset and Evening Star #fire the headcan(n)on #Rhi doesn't know about the table yet #it's a stealth table #don't know if it'll ever show up in fic #but I did write about it #N7 surprised by her own furniture #SSV Normandy SR-2

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artbyblastweave · 4 days ago

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after reading Peter Clines Ex-Heroes pentalogy I can confidentiality say that Danielle Harris is one of the coolest heroes ever, what do you think of her?

^This lady So what I like about Danielle Morris/Cerberus is that she's a take on the Iron Man archetype in the context of an otherwise deliberately incredibly low-budget superhero universe, a setting where, with the exception of one millionaire, the superhero population consists almost entirely of working-class people in kludged-together wetsuits and motorcycle leathers who only get away with their low-rent costumes by virtue of the fact that they do, in fact, have incredibly potent superpowers. This is a hard circle to square, aesthetically, if you also want to introduce a hero who uses power armor, because that shit's expensive.

The solution? Cerberus doesn't debut after the other half of the book's elevator pitch, the zombie apocalypse, is already well under way. The fact that there's only one set of the armor despite the extensive documentation that must exist is due to the fact that the armor is a prototype, slated for eventual mass production but hastily deployed as a show of force by a rapidly disintegrating military that's at the point of just throwing whatever they've got at the wall to see what sticks. The typically-inadvisable trope of the suit's chief engineer also being the field pilot is initially justified by the fact that she's the only person left who knows how to operate it; and then by her reluctance to train a second person on how to operate it because she comes to be psychologically dependent on the physical protection it provides her. Protection that's at least somewhat illusory, to boot, because if you take a shot for every time the suit very realistically suffers a power failure or mechanical failure at a crucial juncture, you're going to lose your liver. The collapse of the logistics network impedes the armor's ability to work at full capacity almost from the start; those bracers on her arms in the above illustrations are for .50 Caliber machine guns that ran quickly out of ammo after her first skirmish and had to be mothballed. The series is very clear that Cerberus wouldn't be viable in the long run if she weren't on a team with several other superhumans, including an electrokinetic and a technopath, who can help cover the suit's weak points. Ironic, given the implication that the original point of Cerberus was so the army would have an answer to those same people. Overall, the armor is paradoxically portrayed as both viable and nonviable.

One of the really interesting things about Ex-Heroes's worldbuilding is that superheroes numbered in the dozens before the apocalypse, but supervillains only start to emerge in any real numbers after the apocalypse, when the prospect of being able to start a fiefdom or a cult of personality without someone noticing and coming to kick your shit are significantly greater; before that, criminals with powers mostly kept what they were capable of on the down low because there was no sane reason to adopt the kind of comic-book classic presentation that would call a superhero down on their heads. Thus the quiet thesis of the series is that quite a bit of classic superheroic nonsense would be actively facilitated by the end of the world and the collapse of society; the incentives and the restrictions would change, but heroism would remain pointedly necessary. Cerberus is also part of this quiet thesis. The perpetual tension of Tony Stark is that we know him to exist in a world full of cultural, legal and logistical restrictions, against which the specific fantasy of being Iron Man would inevitably run aground. Cerberus, as a superheroic identity, never existed alongside any of that. It's way easier to be a knight errant or a lone ranger if that's the only version of those things left that anyone can be.

#ex-heroes #peter cline #ask #asks #it's been a while since I've read the series in full beyond some skimming necessary to respond to this ask #so it's possible some of the details are flattened #particularly the specifics of her complex surrounding the armor-#a combination of severe agoraphobia control freak tendencies and insecurities about her usefulness outside the suit #but I don't recall the precise amount of each in the overall cocktail #thoughts #meta #zombies #her character development does IIRC involve loosening that death grip on the suit and prepping sucessors

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gammaraydeath · 3 months ago

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isn't there a hc that miranda picks the engine room in her romance scene because it's the only place that isn't bugged/the hum of the engine drowns out other sounds? bc that always just makes me think well what about the other romances. i guess by that point edi's been unshackled so she's not sending any audio data to cerberus anyway but the idea of some audio analyst emailing TIM like "um you might want to hear this sir"' and it's his expensive pro-human frankenstein project boinking a turian is very very funny to me

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yuurei20 · 3 months ago

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Ortho Updated Facts Part 11: Ortho and his Parents

When Ortho’s alert of Malleus' overblot reaches STYX the Director responds “What if the worst has happened to everyone on the island, including our boys..?"

The Chief Engineer refers to herself as one Ortho’s parents and Ortho refers to the two of them as mom and dad.

When speaking to Ortho the Chief Engineer says, “You really do take after your brothers,” so Idia’s parents may have adopted robot-Ortho into their family as a third son rather than as a replacement for their second.

Ortho thanks them for treating him like a member of the family and insists that he wants to take on the dangerous mission of infiltrating Malleus’ domain as he doesn’t want them to lose another of their beloved sons (in reference to Idia), saying, “This is what I want…what both of us want,” possibly in reference to both himself and human-Ortho.

The Chief Engineer responds, “You’re one of our beloved sons, too,” and the family shares a promise hug.

When Malleus starts trying to destroy Ortho his parents respond by putting all the CHARON into termination mode and diverting all energy to their technomantic cannons in order to distract Malleus. When a staff member cautions that they will fry their generators the Director responds, “Do it anyway!”

Ortho manages to escape Malleus’ domain with the data he was sent in to collect and is found with his Cerberus gear floating in the water outside of Malleus’ barrier, possibly in a reference to the original animated Pinnochio movie.

His parents are relieved.

Ortho apologizes for losing the two android dogs that his mother made for him and she responds, “What matters most is that you made it out safely,” saying that she can fix them up again after their components are retrieved. The Director welcomes Ortho home and the family shares another hug.

It is Idia and Ortho’s parents who come up with the idea of making dream-based contact with those within Malleus’ domain to approach Malleus from inside his own worlds: “If we can't do anything from the outside, we have to work from the inside instead.”

#twstortho #twisted wonderland #Ortho Shroud #twstfacts #orthofacts

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evtsev · 2 months ago

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I bring you my Medic OC.

The only thing I can tell you is that the doctor loved and, in principle, loves to experiment. In addition to fighting, he came up with mad mad stuff and tried to bring them to life. Most often, the work took place with live small animals, healthy and sick. Most often, his ideas simply died. The only semi-successful and alive one remained - Cerberus, a small barking-meowing piece of slime, capable of regeneration. The doctor often consulted with the Engineer about the endurance of some devices in particular.

At one point, when the doctor's fantasies took hold of him again, an incident occurred, after which it took months to restore the medical office ... But the doctor's recovery became impossible. Upon awakening, he even had to remember his name. It cannot be said that whatever exploded did not affect Augustus, on the contrary - he became the one ... the team is afraid of. The exception is Pyro, who keeps the doctor company most often.

Fourpals is now a kind of prop, wandering around the base, hardly needed by anyone, still as creative and trying to help everyone. Not manly, his character, it seems, has also undergone changes, has become softer, or something... To harm one of his relatives (or just someone who treats him kindly) is the worst sin. Despite such a miserable fate, he sometimes crosses paths with a nurse who was taken to replace a medic. He is very afraid of him but tries to be polite👽

To sum it up: Fourpals, Augustus, Doc, Tall Doc - it doesn't matter - very kind, hoping to help and bring his ideas to life. A little lonely, which is why he suffers a little, but "madmen are most often lonely" (read the life story of Emmanuel Kant). He is sometimes visited by Pyro, with whom they chat a lot, draw... The old 3m man is very happy about such moments and is very afraid of losing his only permanent patient. Still an inveterate experimenter.

Sometimes clumsy because of his height and long limbs (for which he had to alter his robe). About his right side - he does not feel anything with it, neither touch nor cold. It is hardly noticeable, but August hides small feathers under his clothes and tries to remove them from his face. There are not many of them, and they do not scatter like a carpet. Also, on the lower pair, you can see small claws. He is simply tired of cutting them. On one of his lower hands, he wears a "compressor," as he says. Why? I think he's the only one who can tell...

This cat face can be trusted!

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vorchagirl · 25 days ago

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placing a hand on the back of the other’s neck for Shep/Vega?

Thank you for the ask! I'm going to tag @bioware-bard in this because Sienna Shepard is our shared character.

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Sienna Shepard coughed and tasted blood, struggling to breathe as dust and smoke billowed around her from the explosion. It had flung her clear across the room, and her head rang and ears buzzed from the noise and force of the blast. Debris lay scattered on and around her body, and nearby somebody else was stirring, though she couldn't make out their features through the gloom. It was impossible to tell if it was a member of her team, or a Cerberus troop.

She fumbled for a weapon, but it was gone - thrown clear in the explosion - and with a groan of pain she tried to sit up ... and stopped short as a bolt of fiery pain shot down her back and leg. It jolted her. Piercing. Burning. Freezing. A scream burst from her throat as she collapsed back to the ground - agony sizzling along her nerve endings. Sienna sobbed, her hands clenched into fists and the coppery taste of blood in her mouth as her vision swam and reeled sickeningly.

"Commander!" James swam into view as he fell to his knees beside her, blood coating one side of his face and his armour pockmarked from shrapnel. "I've got you, Lola! Hold on."

She whimpered and nodded, unable to speak as she clenched her teeth against the pain.

He scooped her up and cradled her to his chest, his arms securely about her. Distantly, she heard Kaidan's voice, and felt the hum of his biotics as he created a Barrier around them. James lifted her with a grunt - somehow managing to get to his feet despite her heavy armour. A moment later she felt the pinch of a needle in her neck as Kaidan administered pain relief, and everything went hazy as she floated in between unconsciousness and wakefulness.

The horrible pain subsided.

When she came to, they were in the shuttle and she was half-out of her armour while Kaidan checked her over. The hum of the engines was relaxing, and she blinked sleepily as she glanced around. The pain had gone completely, and when Sienna flexed her toes and feet, there was no jolting shock of pain. Evidently she had passed out at some point.

Kaidan had either administered one heck of a pain killer, or he had used a VI medical program to fix her.

"Don't try to move, Commander." Kaidan told her, the familiar frown of worry creasing the skin between his eyes. "You partially slipped a disk and pinched a nerve. I've given you a nerve block, and I don't think there's any permanent damage done, but Chakwas is standing by to get you to metbay."

"Okay," she mumbled sleepily, and rubbed her cheek slowly against the warmth pillowing her head - James' leg she realised sleepily.

Her head was cradled in his lap.

"Comfy?" he joked, though there was a tension in his voice that said he was worried about her.

She nodded and winced, and he frowned and slipped one hand behind her head and neck, giving her support. Almost absently his fingers stroked lightly against the skin of her neck, and Sienna bit her lip, trying not to show her physical reaction to his touch. She looked up at him, her green eyes meeting his warm gaze, and for just a moment, she thought she saw something in his eyes that was more than concern for a superior officer, more than just worry for his idol.

Something more.

Something closer to the attraction she felt for him.

Then he blinked and looked away, and the moment was gone - but his fingers continued to lightly stroke the back of her neck for the rest of the flight home.

#mass effect #shega #James Vega #sienna Shepard #femshep #commander shepard #art by Savbak

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 10 months ago

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You would have the biggest chance of knowing out of all the people I know, do you have any insight as to why Ortho’s gears only ever show either his eyes or his mouth at any given time?

I've actually talked about it before! You can read that post here. There's also this follow-up post. To summarize, no official reason is given as to why robo!Ortho is not depicted with his full face. Many fans theorize that only robo!Ortho's eyes or mouth (but not both at the same time) are visible because it pains Idia to stare at the "full face" of his deceased younger brother. Indeed, the only instance we see of robo!Ortho's full naked face is at the end of book 6, when the "true" Ortho speaks with Idia one last time after his OB. However, that's not the face of the robo!Ortho we know and love so this doesn't really count.

I think that theory holds only if Idia designed all of Ortho's gears... which is patently false. Fairy Gear was designed by Crewel, and it is highly unlikely that Idia tells his traumatic backstory to professors (especially since he doesn't seem particularly close with the aggressive, assertive Crewel). Ortho designs his Rabbit Gear himself while visiting Clock Town for White Rabbit Fest; Idia is not physically around, so Ortho has no diegetic reason to intentionally design the Rabbit Gear to obscure half of his face. Finally, Cerberus Gear was designed by his mother, STYX' Chief Engineer. It is made very clear that Mrs. Shroud is warm, bubbly, loves robo!Ortho, and considers him like her third son, so it makes less sense to project Idia's anxieties about looking into the face of a dead family member onto Mrs. Shroud too.

Though perhaps less emotionally impactful, I think it's more likely that this design choice was made not with consideration to Idia's in-universe trauma, but rather as an aesthetic choice + to differentiate OG!Ortho from robo!Ortho. Again, this is probably why we see OG!Ortho's full face at the end of book 6 but never robo!Ortho's full face.

#twisted wonderland #twst #Ignihyde #Idia Shroud #Divus Crewel #Ortho Shroud #white rabbit fest spoilers #fairy gala if spoilers #book 7 spoilers #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #question #notes from the writing raven #book 6 spoilers

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 2 years ago

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The Babysitter (18)

I Love You

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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I Love You

Your heart shatters as you walk in the heavy downpour, the rain mixing with the tears streaming down your face as block out everything around you. The sound of rain thrashing against the concrete, the engines of cars, and the laughter of people in surrounding buildings all fade into the background, the noises fuzzy while your mind reels.

Completely losing yourself to the torment of your own thoughts, you miss how your name is desperately called out and how Wanda's steps quickly approach when she runs after you, only noticing when her arm reaches out to stop you.

"Y/n," she whispers, voice raw with emotion and eyes brimming with tears. You still due to her hold on you and turn slowly to look at her, taking in her features through watery eyes while letting her hands move to cup your face. "Detka," she murmurs, her own heart shattering at the sight of you so destroyed at what happened.

You don't say anything, another tear spilling from your eyes as you look into her pained ones.

"It's not what you think," she says, pushing back some of the wet hair that's fallen in front of her face.

"He kissed you," you mutter, the whole interaction replays in your mind while you try to focus on what else happened besides the kiss as it was distorting the way you remembered the interaction. All you could remember though was his hands cupping her cheeks, his lips pressed against hers, causing your heart to break a little more and insecurities to build inside you.

"Exactly, he kissed me," she emphasises, your mind now remembering how her arms moved to his chest to push him off, not returning the kiss at all, "I didn't want to kiss him."

You remain quiet, letting the rain continue its onslaught on you both while you stand on the pavement. You think about Melina's words, trying your absolute best to consider Wanda's side of it, trying to look at it from her perspective and not be rash but all that happens is you remember her hesitance.

"You hesitated." Her brows furrow at your words, the confusion and insecurity that's surfaced in your eyes replacing the hurt. "Why did you hesitate?" When she struggles to respond, you let out a sigh, lowering your head and avoiding her gaze. "You considered it, didn't you?" the tone of your voice almost pleads her to prove you wrong, prove that she didn't consider getting back with him.

"No," she says, her voice laced with honesty and desperation to show you that she didn't. "I hesitated because... all I could think about was the man I fell in love with all those years ago." Slowly, you raised your gaze to meet her own, astonished by the amount of emotion swirling in her eyes. "All I could think about was how much he changed, how much I hated him now."

Her hands are still cupping your cheeks, her thumbs wiping the rain and tears off your cheeks as you both stay locked in the moment. You simply both gaze into each other's eyes, losing yourself in her eyes like you always do before breaking the intimate stare.

"He still loves you," You say more out loud to yourself then her, his words causing doubt to stir inside you. He could provide for her better. He's the more stable option. He's the twins' father-

"I don't love him," she murmurs, stepping closer to you and letting her fingers softly brush your soaking hair out of your face. "I don't want him," she whispers, her eyes staring into your own with nothing but love and tenderness. "I want you Y/n. I love you."

Your heart splits into two at her words, part of you revelling with joy because she loves you, but the other half breaks once more as insecurities and doubts gnaw painfully at you. Your mothers words ring around inside your head, Vision's subtle little smirk after kissing Wanda, the pain and grief of the last time you heard those words joining the vile words of your mother.

Noticing the conflict on your face, seeing that disheartened and insecure look in your eyes, Wanda brings you out of the spiral of thoughts, sensing the things your mother had said were making you feel like you were unworthy of her love.

How could someone ever love you?

It won't last, you know?

Do you really think anyone will love you after what you did?

"It's true," she murmurs softly, caressing your cheeks and offering a comforting smile, trying to get you to think like yourself. The thoughts fade away at her soft tone, that gentle tone that causes warmth to take over your chest and calm you down.

"I love you, Y/n. You're all I want. All I could ever want."

The negative and insecure thoughts continue to drift away, your mind now able to comprehend what she's actually saying: she loves you. The revelation makes a small smile break out on your face, her immediately noticing the shift in mood.

"There's my Detka," she murmurs, your hands going to hover at her waist as she leans forwards so she can press her forehead against yours.

"I'm sorry," you sigh out, an apologetic tone lacing your words. "I'm sorry I freaked out-"

"Shh," she gently whispers, hushing your apology, "You don't need to apologise Detka." Her head moves so that her lips can press a featherlight kiss to your forehead, lingering at the wet skin before pulling back and gazing into your eyes.

"I..." You trail off, wanting to say the three words back to her but your throat closing up, the anxiety around the words stopping you. As always, she notices and understands you're not ready, pressing another soft kiss on your cheek before moving to ghost her lips over yours.

"You don't have to say it if you're not ready," she murmurs and her just being so, so perfect, makes you want to say it even though you can't.

"You're everything I want and more," you whisper with a raw tone, trying to convey the love you feel for her in your gaze and words. "You own my heart, Wanda, and because of you, I don't have to make an effort to be happy again. You're my everything."

Wasting no time, her lips crash to yours and the whole world seems to stop. All you can feel is the way her lips meet your own, the way her hands are cupping your cheeks, her body pressing up against yours. It's her, it's all her and that's all you want.

***

Your back hits the door as her body pushes you up against it, the contrast between her warm home and the bitter wind and rain causing a pleasant feeling to flow through you as you heat up a little.

Your whole body soon feels like it's on fire though when her lips press to your own again, her tongue dominantly sliding into your mouth and taking control. Her hands move to your soaked hair, pushing the wet strands back as they fall between your faces while your mouths crash back together.

She steals your breath away, both literally and figuratively as her lips are relentless and that sultry look in her eyes short cuts your brain. The look of pure desire and want causes an unbearable heat to build between your thighs as her body presses further against you, leg slotting between your legs.

A small moan leaves you at the action, your head lolling back while you pant for breath. The older woman takes this as an opportunity to mark your neck once more, letting her teeth scrape down the sensitive skin, which causes a shiver to run down your spine, before littering it in hot, open-mouthed kisses.

"Please," you whimper as your hands helplessly hold onto her waist, the submissive tone of your voice not going unnoticed by her.

"Please what?" she teases with a low tone, pulling away from your neck to admire your dishevelled state. Her eyes scan over your own, watching the way they somehow darken even more before glancing down to your lips, admiring the way your tongue subconsciously wets them. "You have to use your words Detka."

Her lips ghost yours, waiting eagerly for your response but you're rendered speechless by her, too consumed by your arousal to voice what you want.

"Wanda, please," you whisper once more, the desperate look enough to make her take mercy on you. Her hands guide yours to her blouse, helping you unbutton it before shrugging the item off, leaving her in a white lace bra. "Fuck," the word spills from your lips in an enamoured tone, your mind unable to comprehend how someone can be this beautiful.

As your lingering look comes to an end, she pulls away, hooking a finger in the belt loop of your jeans to pull you with her until her back reaches the wall near the stairs. Her hands roam your body while yours do the same to hers, confidence building in you at every little sensual sigh and low moan.

"Fuck Detka," she groans when you suck on the juncture of her neck, her fingers tangled in your locks as you mark her neck. She tugs your head back and manoeuvres so she can walk up the stairs while keeping you close.

It's as if the world would end if you stopped touching each other, the contact necessary to live as the two of you refused to part on the way to her room. You lost track of how many times you pinned each other to a nearby wall, unable to control yourselves as you passionately pour all your emotions into every kiss.

Eventually, you make it to her room, her body swiftly straddling your lap as her hands drift down your body, pulling on the bottom of your shirt.

"Is this ok?" she murmurs, her tone soft and gentle contrasting the hungry and rough kisses.

"Yes," you sigh out, voice laced with neediness as you look up into her enticing eyes. "I need you, please," the way you look at her indicates what you want, the older woman's gaze softening when she sees how much you desire her touch.

"Tell me to stop and I will," she whispers against your lips, pushing you back so you're laid on the mattress with her soft body on top. You move your arms so she can easily pull your shirt over your head, her eyes drifting down your body while she bites her lower lip. "You're beautiful Dekta," she husks out against your lips, pressing her mouth to yours briefly before letting her kisses trail down your jaw and neck. You blush at her words and the way she takes in your body, breath hitching when her kisses travel lower to your collarbone.

Her hands glide up your body, feeling all the soft skin under her fingertips and enjoying the way your muscles twitch under her touch, moving them until they reach around your back to unclasp your bra. Her eyes ask the silent question causing you to nod, her fingers swiftly taking the item off.

"Oh fuck," you moan out, hands shooting out to grasp at her hair when her tongue licks down the valley between your breasts, pressing sensual kisses around your nipple before casting her gaze up, holding the eye contact, and taking your breast into her mouth. A lewd noise is ripped from the back of your throat at the way her tongue swirls around your sensitive skin, her hand moving to your neglected breast and giving it attention.

Your fingers thread properly into her locks, the soft hair heavenly to touch as her mouth works wonders on you, moving to the other breast and letting her fingers pinch and pull your now wet nipple to make you groan beneath her.

When she pulls back, a string of saliva is attached from her mouth to your chest making you curse at how hot she looks peering up at you with that dominant and seductive look. Her thumb moves to her lips to remove it, the action fuelling your arousal as she smirks at the way your breath hitches at her movements, deciding to torment you a little more. Her face returns to yours, lips pressing against yours for a bruising kiss before pulling back and moving to whisper in the shell of your ear,

"Remember what I said to you on our first night," her tone is sultry while her teeth nibble gently on your ear lobe, a small hum escaping you as that's all you can manage in response. "I said I was going to ruin you Detka, and I will," she chuckles at the way you moan at her words, her index finger moving to the base of your neck so she can drag it teasingly down your body. Her nail scrapes softly at your skin, travelling down your desperate body, between your breasts, over your stomach until it reaches the waistband of your jeans, slipping a finger under briefly before taking it out as she gauges your reaction.

"Please," you whimper, eyes pleading her to finally touch you. "Please, I need you so bad, Wanda please," you beg and her lips silence you, a moan being muffled by her mouth.

"Hush Detka," she coos a little condescendingly and you're embarrassed at how much that turns you on, "I've got you, I'll take care of you." Effortlessly, her hands unfasten your jeans and slide them down your legs, you helping completely rid the item and watching as her fingers glide over the expanse of your thighs.

The green in her eyes has completely disappeared, replaced by hunger and desire as she takes in your needy form panting in anticipation while her fingers inch closer and closer to your dripping core.

A moan spills from your lips as your head lolls back when her fingers finally meet your soaked panties, hips pathetically bucking at the small action. She smirks at your reaction, letting her fingers slowly circle your clit through the fabric, gradually building the pleasure inside you. As she persists with her deliberately slow pace, your hips move against her hand, grinding unabashedly as you crave to feel her doing more.

"So needy, so desperate," she mutters against your lips, claiming them while she removes the drenched fabric from your body, your heart beating wildly in your chest. "So wet," she purrs when her fingers slide through your folds, your arousal coating her digits. A sinful noise escapes you at the feeling of her circling your clit, pleasure taking over all your senses, hands moving to clutch desperately at the sheets by your side.

"Wanda," you sigh out when her fingers move lower, a moan leaving her lips at the way you say her name. You're about to say her name again but it's interrupted by a broken moan when she slides a finger inside you and slowly starts to thrust it inside you.

"That's it baby," she praises, knowing how much you liked it last time, "Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well." You moan once again when she adds another finger, pumping both long, slender digits inside you and curling them beautifully inside you. Her leisurely pace soon vanishes when she seems to struggle holding back, teasing herself as well as you at how slow she was fingering you.

"Fuck!" you scream, her mouth claiming yours to muffle the noises she rips from the back of your throat as her fingers speed up, fucking you at a merciless pace. Her thumb moves to circle your clit, adding to the overwhelming pleasure as your hips grind frantically against her hand.

Her free hand moves to interlock with yours, placing it near your head and squeezing it encouragingly as your orgasm approaches quickly, her mouth parting from yours to whisper soft words.

"I've got you Detka, you can let go," you whimper in response, your legs trembling at the amount of pleasure coursing through your body. "Come for me," at her command, you crash head first into your orgasm, a string of moans spilling from your lips while you ride out your powerful release. She presses soft kisses over your face as you come down from your high, tilting your head to catch her lips for a passionate kiss.

"That was..." you sigh out, too blissed out to describe to her the way she sent you all the way to heaven.

"Amazing? Fantastic? The best you've ever had?" she mutters playfully, a chuckle escaping you as she knows it's the first time and therefore the best.

"Don't get too smug," you say, smiling up at her. Her lips tug upwards as she mirrors your content expression while you try and regain your composure.

"Can you do one more?" she asks while letting her teeth bite down on her lower lip, becoming irresistible. Your eyebrows raise at her question, body craving to feel her once again so you nod, letting her take a hold of your hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Swiftly, she removes her remaining clothes, her true beauty on show as she straddles your lap completely bare. It was as if Aphrodite crafted her body, sculpting it to perfection.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" she murmurs against your lips, your hands travelling down her body to where she guides you to. She lets you slide a finger through her folds, groaning into the kiss at feeling wet she is, how wet she is because of you. "You drive me insane," she moans out, your finger delicately circling her clit before her hand stops you, a confused expression taking over your face. "I want to try something," she explains, a smirk tugging at her lips as you watch her get into position.

A guttural moan escapes you when her dripping core meets your own, grinding down gently to cause pleasure to consume your body. Her hands brace themselves above your head, interlocking your fingers as she grinds down against you unabashedly.

"Y/n," she moans out near the shell of your ear, a pitiful noise escaping you at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. The sensation of her clit brushing yours, the small sighs being released next to your ear and the fact you just orgasmed causes your next one to rapidly build. Your fingers tighten the grip on Wanda's, your hips bucking up in search of more friction to send you over the edge but restricted by the body on top of you.

A desperate noise rips from the back of your throat when she grinds a little harder, her mouth moving to press against yours momentarily before pulling back and gazing into your eyes.

"Wanda," you groan out, hoping by the way your body starts to tense and tremble she gets the hint that you're close.

"Hold it," she sighs out, grinding even harder and faster against you, the relentless pleasure wracking through your body causing you to throw your head back against the mattress.

"Please," the tone of your voice is nothing but submissive, laced with desperation as you plead the woman to let you come.

"Just a little longer," she pants out, nearing her own release as she thrusts her hips down against you, cursing lowly in Sokovian at the way your soaking cunt feels against hers. "Fuck, come with me Detka," she groans against your lips, both of you falling over the edge.

The room fills with quieting moans and sighs as you ride out the aftershocks of your powerful orgasms, your body twitching under hers as your body buzzes with a slight overstimulated feeling.

A few moments later, soft fingers brush along your jawline and at your cheek, coaxing you to open your eyes and look at her. She smiles tenderly down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving off you, pulling your body closer to cuddle into her side.

"I'm sorry about earlier," you murmur into the tranquil room, your head resting on her shoulder as your fingers trace random patterns on her skin, her hands scratching up and down your back.

"Detka-"

"No, please let me finish," you interrupted with a soft voice, tilting your head to look up at her. "I shouldn't have reacted in that way and assumed things without letting you say your side of it." You gauge her reaction to your words, her features softening, "I'm sorry."

"Thank you for apologising," she murmurs back, understanding that you felt like you had to apologise to her even though, in her opinion, you didn't need to. It was an appropriate reaction to seeing someone else kiss the person you care about but she could sense a certain guilt inside you, making her drop the subject.

The two of you remain quiet, simply embracing the moment together and relaxing into each other's arms, the comfort of her body slowly lulling you to sleep.

"Not yet Detka," Wanda whispers, waking you up a little bit to which you groan drowsily at, " You need to get cleaned up and go to the bathroom before we can sleep." You want to protest, too sleepy to do anything but the semi-stern look the older woman shoots your way for not wanting to do any sort of aftercare makes you begrudgingly slip out of the bed to listen to her.

Wanda does the same and helps your tired form, cooing loving phrases as the exhaustion from your orgasms catches up on you, scuffing your feet across her room back to the bed. A content smile plays on her lips at the way you steal one of her shirts and slip it on before joining her in bed, snuggling as close as you possibly could to her.

"I love you," she whispers into your hair as you drift off into a peaceful sleep, unable to stop the smile that forces its way onto her face.

She would never have thought that you, the babysitter, would have been the person to make her feel loved again, but here you were, giving her everything she wanted and more.

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kokii-omii · 19 days ago

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I don't know if you answered this already or not but what did your ocs do when the events of book 6 happens?

Did any of them get taken to STYNX?

ok so i like to make Viri and Ezmond's overblots separate from the canon so neither of them get taken to styx during book 6

but i do still know what they'd do during those events

since the pomefiore dorm is missing their Housewarden and Vice, Ezmond is the one to take charge in their absence cuz he knows what he's doing

Same with Viri even though jade is right there, he acts as temporary Housewarden cuz he knows Azul would tweak out if Mostro Lounge stays unattended even with jade there (he's worried tho)

Maddie was gonna set something on fire cuz his Darlingest, Dearest, Sweetest Little Rosebud got taken , but Trey stopped him (he skipped out on club time to go have tea in the dorm)

Lucien was having tea with Malleus, unaware of everything and then silver and sebek burst through the doors

(this is gonna get rambley with peyn and pan so im gonna cut it off right here)

Peyn and Pan were with Idia, watching him and Azul play boardgames when the Charons showed up and took Idia and Azul

Peyn was fully ready to square up and fight them but Pan and Idia told him to stand down because its not really worth it

since the Nikos family are acquainted with the Shrouds, Pan already knows what's happening, and demanded the Charons that he join them, cuz it's his duty as a Nikos to ensure the safety of those on their way to STYX

Peyn has no idea what's going on but wanted to join too, however Pan ordered Peyn to stay in the school, not as his best friend but as the Vice Housewarden of Ignihyde

he protests a bit but by the end of it he stays and watches as Pan and Idia get escorted by the Charons

so while Pan and Idia are at STYX trying to assess the overblot gang

Peyn was being stubborn and finds Rook and the gang trying to rescue Vil and demands to come too, cuz he was gonna kick Pan and Idia's asses for leaving him at school

i have a perfect way to combat the plot hole of "idia having no friends" even though Peyn and Pan are right there, Idia thinks his and Pan's friendship is more business related cuz the Shroud and Nikos families are partners and also thinks that Peyn isn't really his friend but instead Pan's friend and also the fact that peyn doesn't know about STYX

but anyway back to lore-

the overblotters were shocked that idia was there and were even MORE shocked when they saw Pan with him as well wearing the same thing as Idia- he was trying hard to calm everyone down cuz they were making a fuss and saying that if they just comply then they'll be fine (and then idia does his "Im The BOSS" speech)

Pan and Idia are doing tests on the overblotters but they're not constantly together like they are in the ignihyde dorm because Pan is helping the STYX engineers assess the equipment and such

While Idia is the acting director for STYX in his father's absence, Pan is the acting chief engineer in Mama Shroud's absence

Pan wasn't there when Idia and Ortho were playing games with the others, he was in Mama Shroud's lab tinkering with some little things he wanted for himself (hey if you have the opportunity, don't waste it)

so when Rook and the gang finally arrived at STYX with Peyn, Pan and Idia freaked, the moment Peyn and Pan saw each other, Pan grabbed him by the ear and started scolding him, he dragged him off to the labs, leaving rook and idia behind and told him that he can stay but only when he's within arm's length of Pan and isn't allowed to go anywhere without him coming too

so he makes Peyn wear Styx's getup for the time being cuz he doesn't trust Peyn to be alone knowing full well he would try and hack the system and accidentally make something terrible happen

but then Ortho was the one who ended up hacking STYX's entire database, Idia and Pan were desperately trying to get the Cerberus System back on but it wasn't working, Idia told Pan to stay in the control room and keep hacking while he ran down to Tartarus,

Peyn was having none of it so he ran out and followed Idia as well, and cuz Peyn ran out, Pan also followed because he was responsible for Peyn and wasn't gonna let him get mauled by a phantom if he takes the wrong turn down Tartarus

he catches up to Peyn and they both have an argument with how reckless Peyn's being and how he should stop trying to be a hero when he's THIS unprepared, cuz he doesn't even know what he's running towards, but in the end they both settle it and go down Tartarus together to catch up to Idia

Pan switches their clothes to their dorm uniforms because it's more secure and safe that way as they're going down, they still have their key cards with them but when they get to the elevator Ortho intercepts them, Pan tries to reason with Ortho but it doesn't work and Ortho ends up separating Peyn an Pan and locking them away in one of the phantom containment units

Peyn was found by Leona and Jamil while they were looking for a key card, Pan was found by Riddle and Azul who were doing the same

they accompanied them to the bottom of Tartarus, helping the boys find the right containment units that have the things they need to unlock the doors

Leona questions how the hell the dang beetroot (Peyn) just spawned in styx, he tells them the whole thing about how he didn't wanna be left behind or be seen as lesser

and Leona calls him stupid for coming here and risking his life cuz his ego was hurt, and tells him the same spiel Pan said about his recklessness and how unprepared he is for this situation

and Peyn argues about how a single variable could change the whole code and that him being here could actually be really helpful instead of a problem and how his presence could turn the tables.

Riddle and Azul question what happened to Pan, and Pan starts worrying about Peyn because he literally just said he's gonna stay by him to keep him safe, Riddle and Azul try and calm him down and tell him that if he was found then Peyn would've also been found by Leona or Vil's group

so Pan tries to take charge because he's their upperclassman and also the one that knows the layout but is a bit too controlling due to his worry, and ends up getting into a squabble with Riddle and Azul,

about how he needs to stop panicking and fussing over them and their every move (its mostly Azul arguing) because its hindering his and their performance,

they are just as capable as him and don't heed constant protection and also tell him that it's the same with Peyn, and how he's fine and it's insulting to their capabilities as mages when Pan's constantly belittling their skills just cuz they are younger than him

they both encounter titans, they blast em with the thunder spears, they lock themselves in the bunkers all that jazz , and when they finally get to the bottom and see idia

Pan's the one driving the chariot while Riddle and Azul smack him with the spears and low key cusses Idia out for doing all of this, he scolds him and says how an older brother is supposed to reprimand his younger one when he's throwing a tantrum and not join him

and when Leona, Jamil and Peyn are next, Peyn's driving the chariot with ease because he told Leona while he's not the best at offense like him or defense like Jamil he's at least good at driving something like the chariot, so he trusts him and lets him drive

Peyn tries to talk some sense into Ortho but ultimately fails and lets Leona and Jamil strike him with the spear a second time

When vil jumps in to save Idia, Peyn and Pan are the ones who help Rook with pulling him out of the underworld, Peyn kinda laughs at old Vil and Pan smacks him

when Idia wakes up, the both of them kinda hug him and then verbally beat him up for saying he had no friends because the two of them literally went through hell to get to Idia just for him to say he's friendless

so when they're told to go back to school, Peyn and Pan tell him that they'll be waiting for him and that when he gets back they're gonna be playing all the games he missed during game night

and Pan tells him he wont let Idia's log in streak die while he's away and how he can count on his best friends to keep his dailies in check

the ride to school is awkward as hell because peyn's trying to not look at old man Vil crying otherwise he'd laugh

Peyn and Pan then apologize to each other for how they were acting back at styx, well more like pan's the one saying sorry and Peyn says he'll listen to Pan more often (unless pan's being dumb)

and then they have game night at ramshackle dorm when idia finally comes back

they tackled him when he came through the door

and then happily ever after

#wow that is WAY more words than i thought I'd type #i planned this out from the start as i was going through book 6 #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #koki's asks #twst #twisted wonderland #oc #twst wonderland #twst book 6 #idia #idia shroud twst #idia shroud #ignihyde #pan nikos #peyn algos

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