#closer to the roles colours in the game

[redsafalloutfan]

Was doodleing today and thought up a lil swap au

Also a heket doodle I coloured

Doodle page under the cut

[rafayelgod]

🔞WARNING NSFW ADULTS CONTENT💦🔞

Just a Quick Game 🌚💦 Please, Miss Bodyguard.

The salt-laced breeze of Whitesand Bay whips through your hair as you practically skip towards Rafayel's art studio. He'd called, just like always, his voice laced with that impatient cheerfulness you've come to adore. "Miss Bodyguard! Where are you? My muse is missing, and my canvas is weeping from neglect!" Honestly, the man was a drama king, but that's part of his charm, isn't it? You smile, the familiar scent of turpentine and paint already tickling your nose as you reach the vibrant blue door of his studio. He is clingy, and he hates waiting. But knowing Rafayel, the impatient wait will likely be forgotten the moment he sees you. And you, well, you can't deny you kind of love being his "Miss Bodyguard," even if your actual role is... girlfriend. Though, bodyguard sounds way cooler when he says it.

Part 1

The door bursts open before you even knock, Rafayel’s dazzling smile almost blinding in the afternoon sun. “Miss Bodyguard! Finally!” He pulls you inside, the studio a glorious chaos of colors and canvases. He’s even more handsome in person, his dark purple hair adorably messy, paint smudged on his cheek, and those purple eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Hey, Raf,” you laugh, letting him tug you further into the room. “I came as fast as I could, drama queen.”

“Drama? this is passion!” He winks, his arm already snaking around your waist. “But you know what this room is missing? Your touch.” He gestures to a blank canvas propped up on an easel. “Come Cutie, paint with me.”

“Paint? You know I’m more of a… stick figure artist,” you tease, but his enthusiasm is infectious.

“Nonsense! Art is feeling. And I feel… the need to teach you.” He grins, pulling out a fresh canvas and a palette of vibrant colours. “Sit, sit.” He pats his lap.

You raise an eyebrow playfully. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. Best seat in the studio.” He looks at you with those irresistible puppy-dog eyes, and you melt, giggling and settling onto his lap. It’s surprisingly comfortable, his warmth radiating through your clothes.

He hands you a brush loaded with a vibrant cerulean blue. “Now, imagine the ocean, Miss Bodyguard. The way it crashes, the way it whispers… let it flow onto the canvas.”

You tentatively touch the brush to the white surface, feeling a little self-conscious but also thrilled by his closeness. He gently guides your hand, his fingers warm and sure against yours. “See? Don’t be afraid. Just feel it.”

As he leans over, explaining about mixing colours, his cheek brushes against yours. A soft, fleeting kiss that makes your heart flutter. You glance up at him, a smile playing on your lips.

“Focus, Miss Bodyguard, focus!” he chuckles, but then nuzzles your cheek again, a longer, sweeter kiss this time. You giggle, trying to concentrate on the canvas, but his playful kisses keep distracting you. He kisses your cheek again and again, each one sending shivers down your spine.

“Rafayel,” you laugh, “stop it! I’m trying to paint!”

“But you’re so much more interesting than paint,” he murmurs, his breath tickling your ear. “You’re my masterpiece.”

He steals another quick kiss, making you burst into laughter. He’s being utterly ridiculous, ridiculously lovable, and ridiculously flirty. And you’re absolutely eating it up.

Part 2

As you start to get into the rhythm of painting – swirling blues and greens across the canvas, trying to capture the essence of the Whitesand Bay waves – Rafayel’s focus shifts again. He leans his head closer, his breath warm against your hair.

“Mmm, you smell amazing.” He gently inhales, his nose buried in your hair. “What is that perfume you’re wearing?”

You blush, suddenly self-conscious. “Just… just something my grandma gave me. Why?”

“Why?” He pulls back slightly, those golden eyes looking deeply into yours. “Because it’s intoxicating. Like wildflowers and sunshine.” He kisses your cheek again, soft and lingering.

You giggle, pushing playfully at his chest. “Hey.. Rafayel, stop! Really, I need to focus.”

He pauses, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Okay, okay.” He leans back a little, giving you some space… for all of two seconds. Then, his lips are back on your cheek, this time moving lower, tracing a path down towards your jawline.

He kisses along your jaw, then down your neck, each touch sending little sparks through you. You gasp softly, trying to keep your focus on the swirling colours of your painting, but it’s getting harder and harder.

“Mmh, Raf…?” you whisper, trying to sound firm, “stop, ah.. Seriously.”

He ignores you, his mouth now at the hollow of your throat, gently sucking at your skin. A wave of heat washes over you, your paintbrush slipping from your fingers and clattering to the wooden floor.

You instinctively move to pick it up, shifting on his lap. As you lean forward, your backside brushes against something undeniably hard and throbbing against his thigh. Rafayel lets out a low whine, his arms tightening around your waist, pulling you back against him.

“Woah!” you gasp, startled. “Rafayel!”

“Shhh, just… stop moving for a second,” he murmurs into your ear, his voice suddenly husky, different.

You freeze, your heart pounding against your ribs. He’s still hugging you from behind, his chest pressed against your back, his breath warm on your neck. And then, he starts to move his hips. Slowly, deliberately, grinding his bulge against your backside.

A gasp escapes your lips. You can feel him, very clearly, pressing against you. "Cutie," He whimpers again, a low, guttural sound, still holding you tightly. The scent of paint and turpentine is suddenly overwhelmed by something else, something hotter, more primal, radiating from him, and now, from you too.

Part 3

Just as you’re about to completely lose your grip on coherent thought, your phone buzzes loudly in your pocket, shattering the charged atmosphere. You groan inwardly, pulling it out to see Tara’s name flashing on the screen.

“Oh, damn it,” you mutter, pulling away from Rafayel slightly. “It’s Tara. I’m supposed to meet her for coffee…” You turn to face him, apologetic. “Sorry, Raf, I totally forgot.”

He looks at you, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded, his breathing slightly ragged. “Tara?” he repeats, his voice low. He reluctantly loosens his grip on you, letting you slide off his lap.

“Yeah, my bestie. We made plans ages ago.” You gather your things, feeling a strange mix of disappointment and relief. “I should probably go.”

You start to walk towards the door, feeling his gaze intensely on your back. You reach for the handle, but before you can open it, he’s there. He catches you, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind again, his body heat instantly engulfing you.

“Rafayel!” you breathe, your cheeks flushing crimson.

He nuzzles your neck again, his hold tightening. Then, with a decisive click, you hear the lock engage on the door. Your eyes widen. “Raf? What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he smoothly scoops you up into his arms, lifting you effortlessly and carrying you towards a sturdy wooden table near the window, cluttered with art supplies. He gently lays you down on the table, amongst the scattered brushes and tubes of paint.

You look up at him, his face inches from yours, his eyes burning with desire. His body is pressed against yours, hip to hip, thigh to thigh. You can feel the heat radiating off him, feel the hard ridge of his desire against your stomach.

“Miss Bodyguard,” he whispers, his voice thick with passion, “I am so bad, so fucking horny right now.” He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. “I need you. Just once. Before you go.”

You try to protest, to squirm away, but his body is a heavy weight on yours, trapping you against the hard table. He’s already lifting your skirt higher, his fingers brushing against your thigh, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine.

Resistance melts away. You surrender, the urgency in his eyes igniting a fire within you too. He fumbles with his belt buckle, the sound loud in the suddenly silent studio. Then, he’s pulling down his zipper, and you feel the hot, thick length of him pressing against you, right through your panties.

He positions himself between your legs, lifting your hips slightly. And then, he’s inside you. Hot, deep, filling you completely. "A-ah," You gasp, a surprised moan escaping your lips as pleasure explodes through your senses.

“Oh.. mmh, ah f-fuck..” he groans, starting to thrust, slow and deep at first, then faster, harder. You wrap your legs around his waist, meeting his rhythm, your moans echoing around the studio, mingling with his guttural sounds of pleasure.

“Ah- Raf… Rafayel…” you cry out, your body arching off the table. He thrusts deeper and deeper, his hands gripping your hips, holding you tight as he fucks you, his gaze locked on yours.

The sensations are overwhelming, building and building until a wave of pure ecstasy crashes over you. "I- rafayel!" You cry out his name as you come, your body convulsing around him. He keeps moving, his thrusts becoming frantic now, his breathing ragged.

"Ah.. yes.. Cutie, i'm close,"

Then, with a final, shuddering groan, he comes, burying himself deep inside you, his orgasm pulsating, filling you with his seed, again and again, hot and thick. He collapses against you, still inside, panting, his heart hammering against yours.

Part 4

You lie there, breathless and exhausted, the scent of sex mingling with the paint fumes in the air. Rafayel’s weight is heavy but comforting. He lifts his head slightly, looking down at you, his eyes still dark with desire.

“Not satisfied yet,” he murmurs, his lips nuzzling your neck. He starts to move his hips again, slowly at first, then picking up pace. "Ah- ahh,"

“Ngh, no wait- ahh! Rafayel, wait…” you moan, trying to push against his chest weakly, but he’s too strong, lost in the throes of passion. He keeps fucking you, his thrusts becoming deeper and more insistent.

He lifts you off the paint-splattered table, somehow managing to carry you across the room while still deeply connected. He stumbles slightly, then gently places you on a plush, paint-stained couch. He doesn’t break contact, his body still fused with yours as he continues to fuck you on the soft cushions.

“Ahh, Rafayel,” you whimper, your hands clutching at his shoulders, your head thrown back against the couch. The sensations are still intense, the pleasure almost unbearable.

Suddenly, a shrill ringing cuts through the haze of passion. Your wrist-watch alarm. Tara. Again.

Rafayel slows his movements, his golden eyes locking with yours, questioning. You know you can’t possibly meet Tara now, not in this state, not after this.

With a shaky hand, you reach for your watch, answering the call with a trembling voice. “Hey, Tara… uh, hi.” You try to sound normal, failing miserably.

“Hey! You almost ready? I’m already at the coffee shop,” Tara’s cheerful voice rings through the watch.

“Um… Tara, listen,” you stammer, trying to regain some composure. “Something… something came up. I can’t make it.”

“What? What came up? Are you okay?” Tara sounds concerned.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you rush out, avoiding Rafayel’s probing gaze. “Just… something at home. Raincheck?”

“Oh… okay, sure. Raincheck. Everything really alright?”

“Yeah, totally fine! Talk to you later, okay? Bye!” You practically slam the ‘end call’ button, your breath catching in your throat.

Rafayel’s gaze is still fixed on you, intense and questioning. But then, he smiles, a slow, knowing smile that sends shivers down your spine all over again. He throws his head back and laughs, a deep, rumbling sound of pure satisfaction.

And then, he starts fucking you harder again, faster, more urgently, as if fueled by your little act of defiance, your choice to stay with him, here, now. "Hah.. baby, look at me," He thrusts and thrusts, until finally, with another earth-shattering climax, he comes again, and you come with him, your bodies shaking with release.

This time, when he collapses, it’s with true exhaustion. You both lie tangled on the couch, limbs intertwined, breathing heavily, until the studio is bathed in the soft glow of twilight.

He showers you with kisses, whispering sweet, slightly possessive words in your ear, caring for you as if you were made of glass. Later, he draws you a warm bath, the scent of lavender filling the air. "Stay here tonight, " he says. And that night, you don’t go home. You sleep in his bedroom, wrapped in his arms, feeling utterly content, completely and utterly his, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit like his very own, very lucky, Miss Bodyguard.

- The End - 🌚💋💦

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[sandinmybed]

CARDIFF TIT N2: SHIT I REMEMBER

- during preshow someone asked Dan and Phil to say the name of that long Welsh town and Dan said "llanfairCHKKHKCHK*gagging sounds*" lmao

- two cards in a row called them Mr and Mr games

- Dan thought Nosferatu was horny

- Phil fumbled like his third line in the show bless him but they didn't noticeably mess up at any other point!

- during the doll segment Phil accidentally threw one of the finished/discarded dolls on the wrong side of their little table thing and had to sneak back and put it back up lol

- I SLAPPED THE SLIME. I put my hand up to slap it because I was on the end of my row and Dan was like "COME CLOSER" and I slapped it and he was like AGAIN so I slapped three times lmfao. the slime is curiously lukewarm and shallow and it's fucking big there's like 5 slime colours in there I guess they just fill a bowl with random shop slime lol

- I mentioned this in the group chat and apparently several people could see me very well and think I'm hot LOVE THAT

- sister Daniel has great legs

- I got hit by the confession water a few times lol

- towards the end of the show me and the people behind me ended up being Dan's Designated Eye Contact People lmfao

- the conspiracies were Vegas, tour bus bed, joint shitties, and clothes sharing

- Phil made a bad dragon joke because Wales = dragon and Dan was like WAY TOO MANY OF YOU GOT THAT

- they referenced phan Vs jedus like 3 times guys we have made them SO smug with that one fjfjfndj

- the yap for a minute topic was sleep and Phil said he had a dream about Dan walking down a corridor just making tongue pop noises. Dan said "I used to have such crazy dreams when I was a kid and now I just have dreams that I'm two minutes late for a bus! The infinite multiverse of creativity that my brain can create and I dream about That and this is because Phil doesn't let us eat cheese before bed!! I could have the craziest cheddar nightmares!" (Dan babe you can eat cheese even if phil can't fnfjfn)

- the role model game had "CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM" as the answer to "Phil helps old ladies ..."

- linguist Phil has a basement full of twinks!

- lawyer Dan outlawed the queen (last time Dan was in Cardiff for WAD it was the queen's fucking funeral lol) and writes erotic fanfiction about jesus (Dan says he writes jedus fic)

- both real Phil and real Dan got murdered by the audience rip dads

- sister Daniel has great legs. did I say that already we went to karaoke after I'm drunk I had 4 desperados. she was wearing the beige shorts no phussy today

- the camera feed wasn't working well during the wrestling so when they ran around the theatre I don't think people saw much unless they were on the bottom floor (stalls) lol rip

- I'm so fucking obsessed with the song

[maxinehufflepuffprincess]

I Want Him

Arisu Ryohei x Reader x Chishiya Shuntaro

(If this goes well and people like it, then I'm hoping to turn it into a series/collection like the Love Line Collection and Life Line Collection.)

Taglist. Masterlist. Progress Update. Heart and Diamond Collection.

Summary: You and your boyfriend may have found the missing piece.

Chishiya's plan was slowly falling into play. He wanted to get far away from the beach and never come back. He, of course, wanted to take you, his beloved girlfriend, with him. And with Kuina being a part of the plan and your best friend, he had agreed to make sure Kuina could leave with the two of you. He had grown fond of her.

Chishiya had been keeping a close eye on Arisu. Someone whom the two of you had played tag with. Someone who held the key to possibly getting the cards. Arisu could easily be the perfect sacrifice. However, the more the two of you watched him, the more Kuina told you. The more you two thought that Arisu could hold the key to a different role in your lives.

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There you stood on the roof of the Beach. Looking out at the bright blue sky. Next to you was your boyfriend. Chishiya. Hands in his pockets. Kuina, your best friend, was across from you. However, in the middle was Arisu. Chishiya had noticed how Arisu and Usagi had been talking to the members of the beach.

"Arisu. You and Usagi seem to have collected a vast amount of information. What are you both planning?" He asked.

"Nothing much." Arisu shrugged as he looked between the three of you. His eyes landed on you. You gave him a sweet smile and a little wave. Arisu quickly looked down, his cheek starting to blush.

"I'll cut to the chase. How will you live in this world that's full of despair?" Chishiya tilted his head to the side, ever so slightly. His eyes looking Arisu over for a moment.

"How?" Arisu asked, a confused look on his face. He looked between the three of you again. The wind was blowing gently, though it was enough to make your blue and white bikini skirt dance. "I just want to know the answers to my questions. The ones behind this crazy game. And who killed Karube and Chota?"

There was silence. You had never met this Chota guy, but you had a brief encounter with Karube. He was charming and seemed nice enough. Tall and handsome. You knew what it was like losing people you were close with in these games. So you could understand Arisu's pain.

You and Chishiya locked eyes. He gave you a subtle nod as Arisu looked at Kuina. You stepped closer to Arisu and gently placed a hand on his arm, in a way to support him. Arisu looked down at you and smiled shyly, but appreciatively. He was blushing again.

Arisu took a breath. "I thought I'd be able to survive and return to the original world with everyone. If that's not possible, I want a least Usagi to return. This is the only reason why I'm still alive."

Chihsiya smiled and looked down before looking back at you and Arisu. You gently squeezed Arisu's arm. "What a tearjerker." Chishiya commented with a small chuckle.

"Darling, that's not very nice." You spoke softly. A small pout on your pink lipstick coloured lips.

Arisu turned to the blonde and frowned. "Your dream..." Chishiya walked forward. "It's nice, but it's not at all practical." He moved towards the edge of the roof, looking out at the view. His hands never once left his pockets.

That caused Kuina to let out a giggle. "You'll have to win all the games and become the next Number One, but that's impossible." She walked forward before turning to face Arisu.

"It has nothing to do with you guys." Arisu stated as you finally let go of his arm. Taking a few steps back.

"We think you have potential." Chishiya turned his head to look at Arisu.

"What?"

"That's why we came to meet you."

"What do you mean?"

Chishia raised an eyebrow at the dark-haired male and turned to face him. "What if I said there's a way to change the status quo all at once?" He asked. "Hatter is trying to keep the militants in check, but it's only a matter of time before they retaliate. If that happens, this place will be controlled by the militants. Who don't know how to use their brains. Then there'd be no point staying here."

"What are you planning?"

"I'm planning to steal all the playing cards and leave the beach." The air was quiet after Chishiya finally revealed what he wanted. Arisu once again looked between the three of you.

You stepped forward, smoothing out your bikini skirt. Arisu's eyes watched how your hands moved, not noticing the smirk on Chishiya's face as he watched Arisu snap his eyes to meet yours.

"We've thought this through. Carefully. We saw how you played during Tag. You were the only other person to figure out where the item was. You're smart, Arisu." You said as you stepped closer to him. There was that sweet smile again that made Arisu gulp.

"You were pretty good in the Light Bulb game, too. You figured it out even with all that pressure on your shoulders. We've seen how easily you've approached some of the people here at the Beach. You're special, Arisu." You reached up and gently took his chin between your thumb and forefinger. His big doe eyes looking into yours. Your faces were so close. "Hmm, you're adorable. Smart and cute. You have a lot of potential, Arisu. Hatter wants you to be an Executive. Chishiya and I want to help you unlock your potential. But only if you want us to." Your voice was dripping in honey.

Arisu thought his knees were going to buckle beneath him. He watched as Chishiya walked towards the two of you. He took his right hand out of his pocket and wrapped it around your waist, pulling you close to him. You looked up at your boyfriend and smiled brightly at him. Arisu couldn't help but watch the two of you for a moment. You were a beautiful couple. Smart and pretty. Both of you were a mystery that Arisu desperately wanted to unravel.

"We'll give you some time to think over if you'd like to take part in the plan. Talk it over with your...friend. When you've decided, come to us or find Kuina." Chishiya told him.

Arisu was quiet for a moment. He nodded his head. He looked over at Kuina before looking at you and Chishiya again. He sucked in a breath before walking away.

Kuina stepped forward. "I'll leave you two to it." And with that, she gave you a hug and then walked away.

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Chishiya turned you to face him. "What do you think?" It was just the two of you on the roof now. You could free talk about exactly what you were thinking.

"I want him." You told him as you placed your hands on his chest, underneath his half-zipped jacket. "I think he's the perfect match for us."

"Hmm, I thought as much. He's pretty and clever. He's a bit of a hero." Chishiya knew that it probably wouldn't take long to have Arisu on his knees for you both. He did seem like the submissive kind.

"He has heart, too. He seems to understand people better than he realises. I want him to be ours." One of your hands moved up to play with Chishiya's hair.

Chishiya nodded his head in agreement. His eyes locked on yours the entire time. "I want him too." He gently rubbed circles on your bare skin. "He couldn't keep those pretty eyes off you."

That made you giggle up at him. "He did seem to like my skirt. It's a real crowd pleaser."

Chishiya smirked down at you. "Alright, baby. I told you I'd give you everything you want. Change of plan, I'll find a new sacrifice. Let's make Arisu ours." And the promise was sealed with a kiss.

If this becomes a series, this is the moldboard I'd probably use for it, unless I make something better.

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[cheshireliam]

"Countdown to Stealing Your Heart" Collection Event

Liam ECB Card Story

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection; expect mistakes, grammatical errors, and some creative liberties. All original content and media used belongs to Cybird. Please support the game by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

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NSFW WARNING!!

Liam: Thank you all for coming to our theatre tonight too.

Liam: Have a wonderful new year, everyone!

December 31st. The heartwarming performance by The Scala for families and couples spending the end of the year together was a great success. 

…

I met up with Liam in the theatre’s hall after he was done cleaning up.  

Kate: Good work, Liam! 

Liam: Thanks for coming, Kate! How was the play?

Kate: It was so touching… I teared up at the end. I especially liked the scene where they huddled together in the snow— 

Liam gazed at me tenderly with his eyes the colour of roses as I told him every little detail about the strong impressions the play left on me, while also sharing little anecdotes like “the tempo was important there…” and “did you notice the ad-lib?”.  

(... This time is such a luxury.) 

Up till now. I've always been watching plays alone as a hobby, and although I never found it to be unsatisfying… 

Now, I enjoyed chatting about something I like with the person I love.

Kate: … Sorry, I was rambling. Shall we continue this conversation when we get home? 

Liam: Sure. But before that… can I please get a reward for my hard work? 

With fluid movements like a cat, Liam brought his face closer to mine.

Kate: C-can we also leave that for when we get home…? 

Liam: No can do. I lose my self-control when I see you, Kate.

Liam: We can do it before someone comes… come on, quick— 

My gaze was drawn to his lips as he pleaded for his reward.

Wanting to give him his reward and touch him, I took a step closer to him. Just then— 

Tom: Liam! Kate, you're here too! 

Kate: T-Tom…! 

I quickly jumped back and put some distance between Liam and I when Tom, the director of The Scala, came in. 

Tom: … Oops, am I disturbing something? 

Kate: No, um… is something the matter? 

Tom: The troupe is having a get-together after this to celebrate the end of the year and the new year. 

Tom: Why don’t you two join us too?

Kate: Would it be alright if I join even though I’m not part of the troupe…? 

Tom: You’re part of the reason why Liam’s acting is improving, you know? 

Tom: How should I put this? Hmm… not only is his acting improving, Liam’s personality has also been shining through his roles. 

Tom: Anyway, you played a prominent role in it! Right, Liam? 

Liam: … Of course. Don’t say you’re not part of us, Kate. 

Kate: Alright… thank you. 

Since it was coming from the person who made Liam an actor, it must be true that Liam’s acting has changed. 

(If I had such a positive impact on Liam… nothing would make me happier.)

…

We went to a tavern we had been to before with the troupe members of The Scala.

Tom: Next year, we’ll make The Scale the best theatre in all of England— no, in the entire WORLD! 

Tom, who had a low alcohol tolerance, made a bold declaration before downing his drink in one shot. 

I was sure that was the Bomb Shot, rumoured to be incredibly strong yet awful tasting.

Tom: Ugh… eurgh… I feel sick. 

Kate: A-are you alright, Tom? You should go outside for some fresh air—

The same time I expressed my concern for Tom, Liam leaned over on my shoulder.

Kate: Liam…?

Liam: Kate… I feel sick too…

Kate: What.

Liam’s face was pale and clammy, his breathing was laboured too. 

He seemed fine just a while ago, but he felt unwell all of a sudden. 

Liam: I think going outside will make me feel better… will you come with me?

Kate: Alright. Here, I’ll support you. 

Leaving Tom to a sober troupe member, I lent Liam my shoulder for support.

…

Kate: There we go… you can sit over there and rest, Liam. 

I spotted a bench right outside the tavern and tried guiding Liam towards it.

Liam: … Nah. I don’t need to. 

Kate: Huh? — Kyaa! 

Suddenly, Liam slid an arm under my knees and lifted me in a princess carry. 

Liam effortlessly ran through the streets at night with me in his arms and leapt up onto a rooftop.

Liam: This should be the spot… I think we can get a good view of the new year’s fireworks from here.

Liam gently let me down onto the roof while tightly holding my hand in case I slipped.

Kate: Um… Liam, are you okay? You said that you felt sick…

Liam: … Sorry, that was a lie. I just wanted to have alone time with you as soon as possible, so I whisked you away like that.

Kate: That was an act? As expected of you, Liam. Your great acting had be compl fooled.

Liam: … You’re not mad at me for lying?

Kate: I was worried, but… I’m relieved that you’re not unwell.

Kate: Besides, I was also thinking that I wanted to be alone with you, so don’t worry about it.

Liam wore a troubled look on his face when I told him that he didn't have to feel guilty about what he did. 

This time, it wasn’t an act; it was Liam’s real facial expression. 

Liam: … … I’m really such a weakling, I can’t keep my cool.

Liam: Tom interrupting when I was about to kiss you, you trying to take care of Tom… I hated all of it.

Liam: It’s not that I’m suspecting you of having something with Tom. 

Liam: Even if it were someone else, I’d still hate it… 

Liam: That’s why I lied, made you worry about me, and tried getting your attention… it’s pathetic. I’m childish, aren’t I? 

Kate: Liam… 

I was about to speak when I heard a loud boom. I looked up to see fireworks lighting up the night sky.

Liam: This year’s fireworks start before the countdown.

Liam: There’s still about 30 minutes before we step into the new year…

Liam: I wish I could be reborn as a stronger and kinder person with every new year. 

Liam: But, since that’s not possible… I have to try my best as I am. 

Liam didn't want to erase the existence of his weak self or pretend to be someone who’s strong. 

He said that he would continue living as himself and rely on his own strength to change. 

Liam: Therefore, Kate…

Liam: From the seat closest to me that anyone else's, watch me change and grow.

I could sense his nervousness from the way his grip tightened around my hand.

Kate: … I was already intending to do that without you asking. 

I was drawn to Liam who resembled Betelgeuse shining brightly in the night sky.

We’ve gotten so close that I didn't mind burning out together with him at the end of our lives.

Kate: I won’t ever take my eyes off you, Liam. So keep yours on me too. 

I gazed up at Liam from up close, as though not wanting to let a single change in Liam escape my sight. 

I reached my free hand to Liam’s cheek.

Standing slightly on my tiptoes, I placed a soft kiss on his lips. 

In the end, we returned to our room without waiting for the new year countdown.

Not even sparing any time to bathe, we tumbled straight into bed. 

We took off each other’s clothes and started making love without saying much. 

Liam: Nn, haa… 

We exchanged countless heated kisses as though to warm ourselves from the cold and Liam slowly pushed himself into me. 

Liam: It’s our long-awaited first new year together, and yet… we’re doing what we always do. 

Kate: I like doing it with you, so… as always, I’m fine with it. 

Liam: Fufu, you’re really good at indulging me, Kate… 

Liam: Then let’s fill ourselves with as much pleasure as we can. 

Our fingers intertwined, and our bodies came together as we expressed our overflowing feelings of love for each other. 

Liam: Mm… it’s already 11:59pm. 

Liam looked up from dropping kisses on my chest and checked the time.

Liam: I want to spend new year’s eve kissing you… can I? 

I smiled. Instead of using my words to respond, I wrapped my arms around Liam’s back and initiated the kiss.

Liam: Nn… haa…

Liam’s hot tongue parted my lips and danced in my mouth.

Liam: Nn… I’ll start moving…

Liam picked up his rhythm again, rocking his hips and slamming into me. 

Kate: Haa… ah… ahhh…! 

I reflexively tried to move away due to the overwhelming pleasure, but Liam stopped me by grabbing my hips. 

Liam: Fufu… no running away. 

Kate: Nngh—aah…! 

Liam pinned me down and continued rearranging my guts.

Liam: Let me see more… your erotic cries and facial expressions… I want to know all of it. 

Liam’s groans were husky and sweet, a side of him he would never show on stage. He was my Liam. 

It was so endearing it made me want to fulfil every one of his requests, no matter how lewd. 

I gave him an accepting smile and he thrust into me, holding my hips.

Kate: Nn, aaah…! 

The pleasure was so great that I nearly lost consciousness for a moment. 

Cheers from people celebrating the new year and fireworks going off could be heard outside the window. 

Liam: Ahha… Kate, did you cum the moment we entered the new year…? That’s so sexy. 

Liam kissed away the tears that had formed in the corners of my eyes.

Liam: Since we couldn’t do a countdown… shall we do a “count up” this time? 

Kate: …? What’s that? 

Liam: I want to know how many times I can cum, so…

Liam: Will you count together with me and help satisfy my curiosity?

Liam: Here goes… one… two…

Kate: Nn… w-wait, Liam…!

Afraid of overstimulating my sensitive body after having just reached my climax, I clung to Liam’s arms to stop him from moving. 

Liam: I’ll wait until you tell me “okay”. 

Kate: … 

It felt shameful to be the one initiating it by giving him the signal to start. 

But, since I wanted to fulfil Liam’s wish— 

“Okay”

I whispered the word and our lustful count up began. 

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Damon and Diana: Design Comparison

Gear up everyone because this is a LONG post. The parallels between Damon and Diana are plentiful, so this post just sticks to just their design elements or else it would never end. Spoilers beneath the cut.

1. Names

The name Diana in Hebrew means “giving light”, “shining one” and “luminous”, but also is associated with leadership. While Diana already acts as a light for many of her classmates, Damon included, I think her leadership role will begin to bloom in Chapter 2.

Meanwhile, the name Damon means “to overpower”, “to conquer”, “one who subdues” and “to tame”, which associates him with power and control as he displayed in the courtroom. Additionally, these terms can be associated with leadership qualities. Damon can also be associated with “guardian spirit” and “loyal friend”.

When comparing the two names to each other, the parallels become clear. Each represent a different approach for how they want to lead the killing game. Diana represents a light/faith-filled and optimistic approach while Damon leads with a more cautious and pessimistic approach. Diana protects everyone while Damon protects those he needs to. Diana is unable to accuse anyone of being capable of murder, as she’s still to inwrapped in light while Damon has the swift execution of power capable to make the decisions to find the culprit, and even turn on those he trusted if needed. Both need each other- Diana’s strength lays in faith and charisma while Damon’s lays in doubt and decision making.

As of Chapter 1, the two embody each other’s weaknesses. If that will change, it could go either way! In an ideal world, the two could grow and learn from each other (a balance if you will), but I think due to Diana’s idolized version of Wolfgang, and Eva’s betrayal of Damon, the two are going to go further down their own paths, convinced that they’re right and the other is wrong.

2. Appearance

Diana’s main colour palette is primary colours, given the red is substituted with the diluted shade of pink. Additionally, the neutral colour she’s paired with is white, which again aligns her with that idea of light, or brightness.

Meanwhile, Damon’s main colour is green, a secondary colour! First and foremost, it’s outside the primary wheel entirely, creating contrast with Diana’s design. It’s also worth noting that the only yellow in Diana’s design is her bowtie above her blue shirt, right where Damon’s green tie goes. Additionally, whereas Damon’s eyes are green, Diana’s are a lighter magenta, which are opposing colours on the colour wheel. The same applies to their hair colours, as Damon is blond and Diana’s hair is a darker shade of magenta than her eyes, pushing it closer to purple, which are also opposite colours on the colour wheel. For those unfamiliar with the wheel, that means the colours, though opposite, compliment each other when paired together!

The same opposing pattern can be found with Damon’s neutral colour scheme, as a majority of his design is dark neutral colours like grey, black, or brown, which opposes Diana’s prominent neutral colour of white. However, they both do have a white undershirt which is a nice similarity between the two, and both are even wearing vests though of different styles

3. Ultimate Talents I would also argue their talents parallel each other! If Damon’s talent is to convince people of something via words (telling), I would say Diana’s talent is to convince people of something via appearance (showing), both two different ways of conveying information. Damon’s talent is pretty self explanatory. He is the Ultimate Debater, responsible for convincing action through words. Diana’s talent though, as the Ultimate Cosmologist, I don’t think has had enough spotlight. Diana’s talent is good enough to convince people she’d never been sliced with a knife- what is that if not convincing via appearance, showing rather than telling? Damon’s talent embodies telling, while Diana’s embodies showing.

Additionally, there's how the two perceive their talents and others. Where Damon is confident in his own talent but thinks everyone else's talent is useless, Diana has the opposite ideology where she downplays her own talent but uplifts everyone else's.

I think it’s really interesting how much their designs compliment each other and I absolutely cannot wait for Chapter 2 to see them interact as protagonist and antagonist.

[glass-noodle]

What would a role reversed merman AU scenario be like? And most impotant, what kind of fish species would Hank be? (Not meant as a drawing request or super elaborate essay or anything, I just love reading your ideas ✨️)

I know you said this isn't a drawing/essay request but HOW COULD I RESIST!!!

I am not a fish expert but I like to think of Hank being either a dwarf gourami (for that good ol' in-game symbolism hehe) or a tiger shark, because stripes and big teeth and bad temper. Or maybe he could be some sort of tropical fish that's super vibrant and colourful, yet also deadly (poisonous fin spikes?). Marine biologists please weigh in!!!

Some half-formed unofficial notes:

Hank is more outwardly aggressive towards Kamski and the scientists in comparison to Connor’s cold-shoulder approach. They went through their entire tranquilizer supply in the first few months just to get a handle on the roaring, thrashing beast of a merman, and he’s caused more than a few major injuries amongst their team. Just like Connor, he bares his teeth and resists every time they come to take him for experiments; they have to sedate him from a greater distance and with a much heavier dose than they use for Connor, however.

Hank is a little less malnourished than Connor, but only because he doesn't refuse to eat. He's still thinner and weaker than he would be normally

Connor works the night shift. Not sure if it’s because he has another job during the daytime or if he’s going to school, but either way he manages to catch up on sleep during his breaks. He sacrifices this sleep once he and Hank start growing closer, however.

Hank takes much longer to warm up to Connor than the reverse. He snarls and snaps his teeth whenever Connor gets too close; it takes weeks for Connor to be able to approach the edge of the tank. He has to leave the fresh fish on the deck and back away before Hank will even look at it, ice-blue eyes narrowed with suspicion.

Connor is a bit more hesitant to get close to Hank, but that's only because he's always taken his job seriously and he doesn't like breaking the rules. He can't help but stare in awe whenever the large merman swims by, however, vibrant fins flashing and his muscled body cutting powerfully through the water. It's only when Connor starts noticing the scientists taking Hank away - and his glimpses of Hank's violent resistance - that his curiosity and empathy override his sense of obedience and his desire to make a good first impression.

Because Hank doesn't talk, Connor is given even more of an opportunity than usual to run his mouth. He blabbers away, asking question after question as if Hank could answer, sometimes philosophizing and sometimes talking about nothing at all. Hank tries to tune him out as he eats, but the human is annoyingly persistent. Eventually he grows used to the babble, but only after he starts begrudgingly warming up to the kid.

Because Connor talks so damn much, it's alarming when he goes quiet. Hank initiates contact for the first time by taking off his glasses when he has his breakdown. It's the first time Hank has ever been so close to him.

I think that Hank would still have lost Cole when he was a baby mer; possibly to humans and their trapping practices, giving him even more of a reason to hate them. I'm torn on what Connor's backstory should be, though. Perhaps he lost Nines (to an ocean storm?)? Or maybe it’s post-fight with Amanda and he’s feeling directionless in life, suffocating under the weight of his family’s expectations and feeling like he’s a burden and a disappointment despite everything that he’s achieved? Maybe it’s just a good ol’ panic attack because I love forcing anxiety onto human!Connor (no I’m not projecting what do u mean)

Hank's power and girth take on a whole new light after they’ve grown close. Connor is more distracted during their time together, his stream of chatter faltering uncharacteristically whenever Hank shifts a certain way or rips into a fish easily with his powerful jaws. He swallows when he imagines the full strength of the merman pressing him down against the deck, of Hank dragging him into the water and grazing those razor-sharp teeth along his skin, tail wrapped around his body like a serpent and trapping him in place.

Hank could hold the skinny human down with one hand. He knows he could. He imagines wide dark eyes staring up at him, skin flushed prettily and neat brown hair dripping, wordless for once in his life, and nearly loses his self-control. If they were both mermen, he'd be courting the kid to the ends of the ocean. Or...maybe Connor would be the one wooing him. He's certainly brought him enough fish and stared at his chest and arms enough that any merperson worth their salt would consider it mate-like behaviour. It's a weird cognitive dissonance to be feeling this way about a human, but Connor is — Connor is different. Hank likes Connor; he likes him so much that it's stupid.

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Accidental kiss pedro/fermin for @ellearts

The club is so stuffy it's almost unbearable. Jorge dragged them all out after race end, not even having a coherent excuse this time. Since aleix retired jorge took role of keeping strangely formed friend group of spanriads together, arranging semi regular going out sessions.

But something started feeling a little strange ago. Fermin suspects that it's all because jorge is Pedro's designated person to go and rant and on track scrap they had few races ago probably gave him enough emotions that they needed a way out.

Or maybe jorge talked to aleix for too long and they thought that they could play matchmakers and repair old friendship or some shit.

Who knows.

No matter the reason Jorge started inviting him and pedro at the same time to the clubs and restaurants way too often. They had somewhat established unspoken agreement about how they didn't go to group hangouts at the same time. Usually it was just how it happened naturally but Fermin knows for a fact that pedro sometimes intentionally made himself unavailable at times.

And Fermin can get a hint even if it stings a big so he doesn't try to do anything himself. At some point you stop reaching out when the answer becomes too clear.

But nowadays jorge is way too persistent and it feels suspicious. Way too suspicious. So instead of incredulously drinking his sweet cocktail fermin decides to go and dance, it won't be less stuffy but maybe at least being surrounded by people will help him loose all of his thoughts. (And just maybe it'll help him escape awkwardness of being close to pedro)

And it does, everything gets lost in the background while his body is vibrating with music. Fermin closes his eyes just to watch colours dance under his eyelids in tact with him.

People move around, someone even deciding to dance with him their back so close Fermin can feel it's shape without even having a point of touch. His hands find their way to other person hips, by the feeling of it it's probably a guy, not that it really matters for him. At this point they don't dance as much as just sway around.

When he decides that he got enough of just starring at colours under his own eyelids fermin opens his eyes, giving himself a second to adjust back by looking at the ceiling.

He still doesn't know who is it next to him and now that he actually can look it feels a bit like a game, wanting to see how they look, if he matches broad outlines his mind painted.

So without any worning fermin spins that mysterious person in front of him, focusing his look on him too.

All loosnes that got into his muscles is suddenly gone, each part of him rigid in shock. Why the fuck is Pedro is standing in front of him. And why the fuck is he smiling.

He feels lost, pedro is clearly drunk enough to forget all of his dumb mind games but it's very likely that if he continues dancing with him, morning Pedro will not appreciate that. Probably even try to kill him or something.

It takes effort to relax his body enough to bend down wanting to tell pedro that he's probably too drunk and he can help him get out of here.

But none of this happens, instead someone from behind pushes him and suddenly Fermin is kissing Pedro.

It's flat press of lips at first but before he can react and pull away there is a hand on his neck bringing him closer, fingers curling at his nape. It's intoxicating and Fermin starts answering the kiss without even processing what is going on. Everything feels very strange and familiar at the same time, way too confusing.

He realises where they are only when cramp in his neck gets too bad from the uncomfortable position they are in making him pull away.

And suddenly the weight of situation settles onto him, not even on personal level with all their bullshit but tge fact that they are two motogp riders making out in the middle of some random club. This couldn't end good.

Without even thinking Fermin starts leading pedro out of mass of people on the dancefloor by his shoulders.

Huh. He didn't even notice when his hands got there.

When they get out of there Fermin doesn't stop, making them go outside. It's very fortunate that there is private corner behind the building letting them have at least some privacy.

It's quieter here and cold help sober up, even tho there wasn't that much alcohol inside his blood to begin with. But same can't be said about pedro, who looks proper drunk while grinning like cat who got his cream.

Just as he opens his mouth to ask about what the fuck just happened, pedro manages to get on his tiptoes and kiss him again before any sound escapes him.

And Fermin is a simple man, it's not like he can push away someone who he fantasized of kissing a million times, especially when it's very likely the only chance he will get. Pedro's solid body under his fingers feels too heavenly for that.

Instead he lets his hands to roam free anywhere they can reach, from small of Pedro's back to short shaved parts of his hair. Trying to carve each little detail and sound he can, fermin finds Pedro's lips with his teeth wanting to know what sound that could get him. Low whine be gets in return feels incredibly rewarding. Their kiss escalates without end, Fermin suddenly feels a tongue in his own mouth, exploring around.

It feels like they will devour eachother at this rate but he will never know because out of nowhere his phone starts loudly ringing, making him jump away of reflex. It's clearly jorge calling because of his distinctive ringtone and fermin can't let himself ignore it.

When he pics up it's all frantic Spanish ask if he saw pedro because everyone is concerned about him and they also wanted to go back to the hotel already. It takes a lot of work for fermin to put any words into answer but in the end he manages to say something about how pedro wasn't well and he took him outside and how they will meet whole group near entrance in few minutes.

Honestly he's not sure if truthfully that's what he said but at least he hope for it.

He gets two of them back to the club in haze, not thinking about what just happened or what it may mean, instead picking his own and Pedro's stuff on autopilot.

Whole ride to the hotel Fermin lips burn

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DELTARUNE CHAPTER FOURRRRRRRR (4)

thoughts?

I'm still reeling a little I'm in my "lie on the floor stare at the ceiling" phase

I had already been doing that, but these two chapters really gave me a lot of opportunities to yell at my screen about Kris doing or not doing something. Imagine me talking to my screen as if the little pixel character arguing with my choices can hear me. I do get a little proud when I successfully choose a dialogue option that Kris vibes with. I think the sheer amount of Kris personality and resistance we got to see was the highlight of my time in those chapters! the distinction between Kris and the player/the soul might be my favourite part of Deltarune and I'm so excited for that mystery.

I have uh. many thoughts. it's a bit of a jumble. I'm glad Ralsei's weird deal seems to only have been him hiding his knowledge; he did feel like he was hiding something and I didn't know which direction that would take. I'm very curious about what happened to Asgore and why he did whatever he did. I have many thoughts about the roaring knight, including the fact that it's definitely Carol but also that Asgore isn't free of suspicion in this story. Carol's obsession with heart-shaped things has me 👀 Where the hell did Dess, obviously a punk and survivalist, go. Every day Susie gets closer to her role as the main character. I'm spinning the optional bosses' matching colour scheme (yellow and pink) and fixation on freedom in my mind, especially after chapter 4 focusing on fate (not to mention chapter one Susie insisting your choices don't matter). I'm so sorry I made my little game sprite swing their sword at Kris and scared them I just tried to interact with the controller on the ground and didn't want to reset and redo that battle. I can't fucking believe Sans accidentally(?) saved Toriel by flirting with her. What the hell is Kris doing working with Carol and/or Asgore. Why does Kris not have a soul of their own? Is it kinda like Flowey's case? Is that why Kris sounds so mean when people talk about their past, yet they do have sort of friends and a family who love them? The prophecy says the hero is the "cage", not the soul, so Kris must be the hero, not the player, right?

The only thing I still need to do is go back and fight the knight at the end of chapter 3 because I didn't think I could win that fight if I retried. Also I'm watching Penny Snapcube's playthrough right now, so I'm seeing different dialogue choices and catching some details I didn't pick up on while playing through myself, and I saw that she did the weird route too, so I'm excited to see that!

[dreamescapeswriting]

Smutober Day 24 ~ Primal Play ~ Bang Chan [M]

WORD COUNT: 0.8K

PAIRING: Chan x Fem!Reader  

GENRE: established relationships, minors DNI, primal play kink, degradation,  ALL CONSENSUAL, abandoned school, mentions halloween party, being chased by someone “unknown”

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - Smutober 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

The corridors you were sprinting through seemed endless, every door was either a dead end or locked and you were starting to feel hopeless as you sprinted through the halls. You needed to get out of here, you needed to get away before he could find you but you were getting tired.

Your legs were aching and your chest was hurting with how hard your heart was racing, everyone was too busy partying to notice that you'd run off and were now running for your life through the halls of this place.

"I'm coming for you." A voice sang out, he was closer than he was before and you hated how much it excited you.

"Shit," You hissed out, walking into one of the doors that finally opened and finding a kitchen. Whose dumb idea was it to hang out in a stupid abandoned secondary school in the first place?

Now you were stuck being chased by someone while you did your best not to get caught. You quietly shut the door and sank down onto the floor, trying your best to catch your breath as you came up with a plan. You could easily use one of the chairs to smash the windows, but the only issue was that you were on the second floor and you didn't fancy breaking a leg.

Instead of staying next to the door, you began to crawl your way along the floor to hide behind one of the desks but the door opened.

"Found you." The voice whispered as a hand clasped its way around your ankle and dragged you back to him. Your eyes came face to face with him and you let out a scream at him, kicking your legs to try and get away.

"Get off me!" You screamed out, wriggling your legs with everything you could but it was no use. Chan pinned you to the floor and chuckled darkly at you,

"Caught you," He mumbled, leaning down and biting your neck, a whimper left your throat.

"I told you the rules, I find you, I fuck you." He ran his hands over your outfit and smirked.

"Colour?" He whispered to you, breaking the scene for only a second but you kissed his cheek.

"Green," You whispered before going back to the role you were playing.

Halloween night meant lots of people came to the abandoned school to party, dressed up in all kinds of outfits and yet Chan couldn't take his eyes off you. You'd dressed up as a lamb while he'd dressed up as a wolf, both of you arriving at the party at separate times so you could truly play into the role you were doing.

"Dressed as a cute little lamb," He whispered as he flicked the ears of your lamb costume and you pouted at him.

"About to be killed by the big bad wolf." You grumbled before kissing him roughly, your hands running through his hair as you pulled him closer to you.

"As much as I loved this cat-and-mouse game, I need you." You moaned against his lips, pulling at the zip on his costume as he chuckled deeply at you.

Within seconds your costumes were tossed to the side and Chan was lining himself up at your entrance while you squirmed beneath him,

"P-Please," You begged, bucking your hips toward him as he let out a small groan, pushing into you roughly putting a stop to your bucking instantly as you cried out his name. His hips began slamming in and out of you, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust as you whimpered against him.

"F-Fuck yes!" You cry out as you felt every inch of his cock stretching and filling every inch of you.

"You feel so good around me, so tight and wet," He moans out as he kisses you deeply, your hands pulling at the strands of his hair as you cry out loudly.

"Shh, baby. Do you want someone to walk in here?" He questioned, only to be answered as you clenched around him tightly.

"You want someone to see you getting railed?" He growled out, thrusting harder and deeper as he stared down at you, chuckling deeply as he thought about you wanting to get caught and how much more it turned him on.

"Y-Yes!" Your nails dig into his bag as he lets out a grunt, his thrusts getting sloppier as he feels your nails on his skin. He adored it when you marked him, even if it was just scratches.

"You're so fucking dirty, my dirty little slut." He hums, spanking your clit gently as a high-pitched scream leaves your throat.

"C-Close." You whimper at him, as he continued to fuck into you, smirking as he gets rougher with his movements His pace increases, harder, faster and deeper inside of your as your nails rag down his back breaking the skin.

"Chan! C-Chan! Fuck!" You scream out as your body convulses beneath him, your pussy twitching around his cock as he continues to fuck you through your pleasure until you come down from your high.

The two of you laid there for a few moments before collecting your outfits and getting dressed, giggling to one another as you headed home for the night.

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[sky-scribbles]

Okay, I'm a couple of hours into Veilguard, so I thought I'd share all the things I've really loved so far:

The combat is so much more dynamic and fluid! There were things I liked about the previous games' combat, but I do remember Inquisition often feeling like 'select enemy, then mash buttons until they die.' I love that I can duck and weave around monsters! I love being encouraged to swap between weapons (however much I have to suspend my disbelief about Rook putting away two swords and grabbing a bow in a single second)! It's just really fun!

Maybe I'm imagining it, but I feel like the camera is a bit closer to Rook, and it makes so much difference. Sometimes in Inquisition, and often in Andromeda, I felt really far away from my character, and it creates this sense of distance. It's a tiny thing, but I do genuinely think being that bit closer has made my experience a load better.

I cannot describe how affirming it feels to have an NPC point to my character and casually say 'they.'

Holy shit I love the gang's casual looks. Harding's embroidered florals and Neve's colour scheme?? Also, both of them changing their hairstyles in the field? God I wish I could show this to my 16-year-old self as they stewed in frustration over the women in Mass Effect having to go into battle with their long hair down.

The aesthetics of Arlathan! I made such a delighted noise when I realised they ancient elves had power crystals and magitech-looking devices; sci-fi like elements being introduced into fantasy is my jam, and it works so well to make clear how advanced Elvhenan really was. It reminds me of how cool it was in Critical Role when the characters went to the ruins of Aeor and found a bunch of advanced magitech: that same feeling of 'holy shit, this world we've spent so much time in and treated like a normal fantasy world is post-apocalyptic.'

Being able to give my Rook so many freckles.

[fraeuleintaka]

AAIC: The New Cover Art!

This is the 6th post in the Ace Attorney Investigations Collection Countdown: 75 days left until release!

Today's topic: the new Cover Art!

[Spoiler warning for both games]

I ADORE this cover art! I don’t think they could’ve done it any better than it is. Literal perfection! I’m so looking forward to owning this collection and just seeing this beautiful art whenever I pick it up. There are so many interesting details and for this post I want to talk about all of them!

First off, front and centre, we, of course, have the man, the myth, the legend: Miles Edgeworth, ace prosecutor, best character in the entire AA franchise and our lovely protagonist! I have an unreasonable amount of love for the pose they chose for him here because it’s essentially the same one as the first look you see of him in Investigations 2, just viewed from the front.

I don’t know if that was really the intention or if Miles dramatically putting on his jacket like this is just that sexy of a look – and I openly admit it’s incredibly sexy – that they had to use it again. Either way, I love it all the same. He looks very serious and determined which fits Miles perfectly. The colour of his hair also comes out really nicely, it’s slightly greyish brown but not actually grey.

Right next to him, as is only right for his two loyal assistants, are Gumshoe and Kay. Kay is as dynamic and eager to throw herself into the nearest action as I know and love her to be. She runs towards the right while Gumshoe is headed left creating a nice roughly symmetrical direction that goes through the whole artwork. Gumshoe is also in full active investigation mode to gather whatever evidence Miles requires him to and I especially love the added detail of him holding Missile in his arms. He’s more or less Gumshoe’s personal police dog and has a few scenes in both Investigations games so it makes perfect sense that they added him in. And he’s as cute as always!

Going downwards towards the very front we see our main rivals of both games: Shi-Long on the left for Investigations 1 and Justine on the right for Investigations 2. Shih-na is somewhat in the middle between them, a bit closer to Shi-Long which makes sense since she’s his assistant for the majority of the first game. Apart from that she’s not really a rival per se as you only really interact with her in the final case where she’s one of the two major antagonists but I understand why they typically add her in the promotional material since she does play an important role and is introduced together with Shi-Long so leaving her out would be suspicious. Her pose is reminiscent of the synchronized sun glasses removal thing Shi-Long and her do which fits nicely. (If you wanted to interpret it, you could see it as foreshadowing to her eventually removing her mask.) Funnily enough, Shi-Long’s pose is most similar to his damage animation, at least the way he holds his hands. He doesn’t look shocked though, his expression is open and focused, so it looks more like he's gesturing to something or visualizing a direction forward to himself. Like a wolf focusing in on his prey or a rival investigator animatedly discussing his theories. Love that! I also love how he stands firmly with his legs apart giving us a nice view of his belt and his chest which I always appreciate from him~ Justine is pretty much exactly in her "Hush" pose from the game which is not only badass but also gives her this aloof air that fits her really nicely.

In the gap between Shi-Long and Shih-na, significantly smaller because they're not as important characters, are Maggey, Lotta and Nicole. All three look really stressed or excited, Lotta with her camera and Nicole with her microphone are certainly trying to catch some scoop while Maggey was either pushed away by them in their haste or just reacts shocked at their antics. Love seeing a few minor characters added to the background like this, they add some nice flavour to the overall composition.

In the gap between Shih-na and Justine we can see the badgers from Gatewater Land in I1-3: the Proto, Blue and Pink Badger (including the handcuffs which you can just barely see on her hand), and if you look closely you can even see the legs of the Bad Badger sticking out from behind Shih-na. The others seem to have taken out the bad guy already. The Proto Badger even seems to have the weapon for it, you can just barely make out part of a sword hilt in his hand which seems to be a sneaky reference to one lovely image from that case 😉

Going back up, right next to Gumshoe, above Shi-Long on the left is Ray and next to Kay, above Justine on the right is Sebastian. Since Sebastian is the secondary rival to Justine in Investigations 2 it only makes sense to put them together. Sebastian makes a frame with his hands and looks through it as if he was adjusting or contemplating something which is also one of his in-game animations. I love that they picked one of his more serious poses for this, he is a goofy character but he has a great and emotional arc so this represents his overall role much better. You can even read it as already implying the arc he goes through where he has to adjust his entire perspective on himself, his life and his father. I also love how well the red of his jacket blends with the background and Miles' own right next to him which is a nice colour connection between the two. Ray is in the weird position of being sort of an assistant/mentor/colleague figure without really being one definite thing but he plays an important role in Investigations 2 so putting him with the assistants and rivals makes sense. He's faced to the side but looks to the front with a neutral, maybe slightly joking, expression. You can admire his hat pretty well which gives him the obvious connection to Gregory.

To Sebastian's right, also a bit smaller, we can see Badd looking like he's smoking a cigarette but really sucking on a lollipop. He's wonderfully shaded in dim light and looks like your quintessential edgy depressed cop which he's supposed to invoke in the game as well. I'm happy that they didn't forget to include him since he is pretty important in Investigations 1 and fills a great minor role in Investigations 2. Very deserved to be on the cover art.

Another lovely detail is what we can see in the frame Sebastian makes with his fingers: Regina, Simon Keyes, Money the monkey and Astique the elephant from the Berry Big Circus! They're tiny but you can even make out Simon's "being controlled by the monkey" animation. This is probably my favourite detail in this entire artwork because on the surface they only play a minor role in one case in Investigations 2 so perfectly justified for a little detail in the artwork like the badgers or Maggey. However, if you know, this is about the sneakiest way I can imagine to work in your main antagonist without giving the twist of his importance away. It's brilliant!

Going further into the background, we have Ema behind Sebastian and teen Franziska further behind Gumshoe. Ema has a short supporting role in both games (a cameo because she was originally supposed to be the protagonist of the spin-off) and is a relevant character over the entire franchise so she naturally shows up in the cover art. She holds her pink forensic glasses on her hat and looks somewhere towards the centre (maybe at Miles?) with an open expression, probably eager to look for clues in Miles' investigations the scientific way. Teen Franziska keeps getting put into promotional material despite only appearing in one case whereas her adult version shows up a lot more often in both games. I understand wanting to advertise with her since it's fun seeing her so young but I do prefer her when she's older. Anyway, fittingly she shows off her riding crop, has dramatically in the wind blowing hair and a very determined look on her face. Couldn't have asked for more for the Franziska von Karma's pose.

To Franziska's feet, in small, is John Marsh from Investigations 2's final case. Considering how important he is in that, and being Justine's adopted son, it's clear why he's here. He has some milk in his hand and seems to look downwards but without specifically referring to one of his animations.

Large in the background behind Miles we see Gregory and von Karma, positioned in opposition to each other. With both having a huge influence on Miles' life, in opposite directions, and being deeply involved in the whole theme that especially Investigations 2 has going on, again in entirely opposed positions, this fits perfectly. Their meeting and confrontation set off the events behind so much of the series and a large part of Investigations 2's story as well so having them loom over most of our characters here, most notably Miles, is a wonderful representation of that. Gregory has his hat pulled a little towards his face and looks mostly contemplative and serious while von Karma looks directly forward and a lot more aggressively confrontational. Another great way to show off their vastly different personalities.

Still further in the background, behind Ema and Gregory, is Shelly de Killer in his ice cream salesman "disguise" as he appears in Investigations 2. He's a pretty relevant recurring character so it's nice to see him here as well. Being such a famous assassin he mostly has a looming presence over the course of Investigations 2 where you wonder what he's up to while you uncover more and more secrets which perfectly fits his placement in the shadowy background. He even has his ice cream cone in his hand.

Going into the distant background away from the characters, we have the two monsters Gourdy and Moozilla facing off on the left - part of the set-up for Investigations 2's final case - and the Steel Samurai and the Pink Princess on the very top of a large building with a glowing sun behind them looking straight up out of the Steel Samurai show - part of the set-up for Investigations 1's final case. They're both Global Studios productions as well so they're nice mirrors of each other in several regards. In the very centre between them we see a statue of Iustitia, the goddess of law and justice, with her scales and blindfold which is not only thematically extremely relevant to a game about attorneys solving crimes and catching criminals but is also the exact same statue that stands inside the PIC meeting room giving us a nice connection to the other major antagonist in Investigations 2.

The very last detail that I want to mention in this unbelievably gorgeous cover art is the outline of the prosecutor's badge in the very back. It's a beautiful design, as far as I'm concerned, and what better image to invoke for the spin-off starring the best prosecutor in the franchise!

[fic--writer]

Hi!!! I come to you for ideas about Lia. What about her sexual orientation and romance HC? Is there someone in Baldur's Gate she is romantically interested in? Does she want a family or does she prefer to focus on her career as a Flaming fist member?

Hi,

I like the concept of Baldur's Gate being a game where there is no prejudice against the sexual orientation of the characters. You can show interest in creatures regardless of their sex, creating an open and inclusive environment. Let's assume that this also applies to Lia.

Is there someone in Baldur's Gate she is romantically interested in?

As a Tiefling with a history of her own, a colourful personality and deep convictions, Lia can find several potential romantic interests. Given her tendency to protect her loved ones and her desire for justice, there are a few characters who might pique her interest:

Wyll

• Wyll, with his desire for justice and his willingness to help others, resonates with Lia's inner beliefs. She sees him as an ideal partner who shares her values and is willing to fight for what's right.

• Their relationship can be based on mutual respect and support. Lia may admire Wyll's nobility and willingness to fight for justice, which will strengthen their bond and create a foundation for deep feelings. His ability to forgive and see the good in people can help Lia become more open and trusting.

• Lia and Duke Wyll met in the town square, where he gave a fiery speech about the need to fight injustice and help those in need. Sensing a kindred spirit in the man, Lia could not remain indifferent. She approached him and got into a lively discussion about plans to defend the city and help the refugees. There was an instant spark between them. Wyll was impressed by Leah's determination and passion, and she in turn admired his nobility and selfless dedication.

• One evening, Wyll took Lia to his luxurious residence. As the sun set, he invited her to be his partner in more than just political life, asking her to become his Grand Duchess and share the responsibility of defending the city. Stepping into the role of Duchess at Wyll's side, Lia will face new challenges and responsibilities that will significantly change her life and her perception of herself and the world around her.

• Accustomed to solving problems through force and ingenuity, Lia will be faced with difficult political and administrative decisions. She'll have to learn from Wyll how to run a city where her former skills are replaced by the art of negotiation and diplomacy.

• Her temper can be a problem, but she learns restraint and patience, especially in resolving conflicts between different interest groups. Despite her sometimes fiery temper, Lia's honesty and genuine desire to help have earned her the respect of the people of her town. Her actions, including initiatives to help poor families, are supported by the people, despite opposition from some of the nobility.

• Rolan helps Lia develop a magical defence for the city, using his knowledge and the resources of the Tower, which strengthens their relationship. Rolan and Cal continue to be an important support to Lia. They help her with advice and participate in the running of the town, which helps Lia feel more confident in her new role.

• She, used to being an activist, doubts her abilities as a manager, but with the support of Wyll and her brothers, she finds confidence in her decisions. She and Wyill work together to rebuild the town and develop new social programmes, which strengthens their relationship.

• Lia and Wyll spend long nights discussing plans to rebuild the town and develop new social programmes, which brings them even closer together. There share responsibility for running the town, using their respective strengths. Lia deals with law and order and social reform, while Wyll concentrates on foreign policy.

• Their love and strong relationship has a positive effect on those around them. The townspeople see them as the ideal couple, which increases their authority and trust in their decisions.

• Lia and Wyll have similar names and may choose to name their own children accordingly: Liyan or Luis for a boy and Lilla or Wyllina for a girl.

Dammon

• Lia and Dammon, both Tieflings, find in each other not only a romantic attraction, but also understanding and support. Their relationship grows out of a shared desire to help the Tieflings and to cope with the hardships of the fall of their ancestral home. Both have strong charisma and magnetism: Lia impresses Dammon with her determination, passion for justice and concern for the fate of others, while Dammon attracts Lia with his kindness and optimism.

• Their relationship grows stronger as they begin to work together on common tasks. They work together to help the Tieflings, organising shelter and making sure they have everything they need, organise supplies of food and resources for the Tieflings who have been left without a home. Their combined efforts and successes bring them closer together.

• With a fiery temperament, Lia often prefers to solve problems quickly and decisively, while Dammon tends to be more gentle and diplomatic. These differences can lead to conflict, but also teach them to compromise and work together.

• As Lia watches Dammon work in the forge, she sees his strong but caring hands forge metal and feels her heart begin to beat faster. Dammon notices and asks her out on a date.

• A date at the forge: Dammon meets Lia at the entrance to the forge, which is decorated with fresh flowers and lights, creating a warm and cosy atmosphere. He gives Lia a small bouquet of metal flowers that he has forged himself, demonstrating his skill and attention to detail.

Dammon takes Lia on a tour of the forge, talking about the different tools and techniques he uses in his work. He shows how exquisite metalwork is created and tells stories of working with infernal machinery. She admires Dammon's skill and creativity, feels inspired and interested, and appreciates the tour he has given special for her.

Dammon suggests that they create something together. He shows her how to use the tools and explains the forging process. Together they work on a small metal sculpture or piece of jewellery to symbolise their work together. Lia is enthusiastic about the process, relishing the opportunity to learn something new and to work side by side with Dammon. The date ends with a sweet declaration of affection and a kiss.

Lae'zel

• Lae'zel, like Lia, has a strong character and is not afraid to express and defend her opinions.

• She values combat skills and strength, which may resonate with Lia, who also takes pride in her skills and is not afraid to use weapons and spells to defend her beliefs.

• Lia and Lae'zel may find common ground in discussing combat strategies. They can train together, and Lia admires Lae'zel's tenacity and discipline.

• Lia may be attracted to Lae'zel because of her steadfastness, her willingness to fight for her ideals, and her speed in battle.

• But her brothers are unlikely to appreciate her close relationship with the fierce Githyanki warrior.

Astarion

• Astarion attracts Lia with his charisma and mystery. His dark past and complex emotions may make her want to protect and help him.

• Lia appreciates Astarion's openness and honesty as he reveals his secrets.

• She may meet Astarion in his moments of vulnerability, which may make her want to help him and show him that he is not alone in his suffering. She can offer her support and blood.

• Lia can be a source of strength and understanding to Astarion, strengthening their bond and allowing him to confide in her.

• Bites to her sister's body will cause serious conflict between Astarion and Rolan. This can be a serious obstacle in their relationship. The brothers are not happy about the vampire fiancé. And this love boat will easily crash on the rocks of the brothers' disapproval. I can hear Rolan telling her: “Lia, no. It won't happen in my lifetime.”

Romance HC:

• As a sister who protects her brothers, Lia has complicated feelings about romantic relationships. She fears that her potential partner may not accept her family or understand how important it is for her to protect her loved ones. This makes her cautious and even suspicious of those who show interest in her.

• Lia's fiery temper and passion for defending her point of view is projected onto relationships. She is not afraid to argue with her partner, and these arguments can be very heated, but this also means that she is deeply involved and cares about the person. She believes that arguments strengthen a relationship if they are based on respect and honesty. She is not afraid to discuss difficult issues as she believes this leads to a deeper understanding of each other.

• Lia is drawn to those who show courage and a willingness to help those in need. Her heart begins to beat faster at the sight of someone who, like her, is willing to take risks for others. However, she can also feel jealousy and competition if her lover pays excessive attention to someone else.

• Because of her fiery temper and fear of betrayal, Lia can find it difficult to trust her partner. She often fears that she will be betrayed or not supported in a difficult moment. She therefore needs time to open up and trust her lover.

• Lia sees love as a form of service. She will be willing to sacrifice her own interests for the happiness of her partner. Helping and supporting her lover is as important to her as helping her family. She may spend a lot of time and effort trying to make her partner's life better.

• It is important to her that her partner not only accepts her as she is, but also understands the reasons for her actions. She wants her feelings and actions to be seen not just as outbursts of anger, but as caring and protective.

• Lia's ideal partner is someone who respects and supports her decisions, but is also able to argue with her on an equal footing. He must be willing to move forward, not be afraid of difficulties and be able to withstand her turbulent emotions. She is looking for a man who will not only be her lover, but also a real battle buddy.

• Lia will not be able to form a relationship with someone who cannot accept her family as their own. A mate for her is someone who will be part of her small but friendly and close-knit society. She wants her mate to love and respect her brothers as much as she does, and to be willing to support them in any situation.

• Despite her fiery temper, Lia can be surprisingly romantic at unexpected times. She might cook dinner at sunset or take a romantic trip to a favourite spot. These moments show that beneath the outward toughness and determination lies a soft and tender heart.

• Lia protects her family not only in battle, but also in everyday life. She can watch over a loved one and make sure no one hurts them. For example, if someone tries to cheat her partner in a trade deal, she won't hesitate to step in and insist on justice, even if it means open conflict.

• Lia feels the need for physical contact and support, even if she doesn't always show it. In difficult moments she will seek the opportunity to simply hold her partner's hand or rest her head on his shoulder.

Does she want a family or does she prefer to focus on her career

• Lia grew up surrounded by her brothers, who have become the meaning of her life. She believes in the power of family and wants to create a family that is as strong and united as her current one. She wants to surround herself with people she can trust and do anything for. Lia sees her brothers taking care of each other and it makes her think about one day starting a family of her own that will be just as strong and supportive.

• She realises that family is not necessarily a limitation, but an opportunity for support and inspiration. She begins to see her brothers and her partner not only as close to her, but as partners with whom any ambitious project can be realised. She has enough strength and wisdom within her to combine these spheres successfully.

Thanks for the question, you literally pulled me out of my writing crisis!

[wisteriaiswriting]

Sabah Cecelia Candemir Info Post

Meet my valorant oc, everything from lore to ingame versions and voice lines underneath. (Please bear with me with the backstory, I don't really know much about science or how it works so I'm being vague)

Thanks to @mewcharm for the artwork!!

Moving all the way from Turkey, Replica is sent in to silently backstab his enemies. Confusing them all while also causing feelings of unease and deceit for his team to finish them off.

Voice claim: Aston Fox - Fantastic Mr Fox

Full Name: Sabah Cecelia Candemir

Alias(s): Replica

Gender: Male

Age: 26 years old

Place of Birth: İzmir, Turkey

Date of Birth: 17/01/2014

Star Sign: Capricorn

Race: Radiant

Occupation: Field agent

Height: 5’10 | 177cm

Weight: 71 kg

Skin Color: Ivory

Hair Colour: White

Hair Style: Tied back in a braid that ends around the waist, with a now rough and uneven fringe

Eye Color: White

Clothing: Light gray sleeveless compression shirt with the top half covered by a sleeveless purple and a gold jacket. Baggy black pants partly covered by tall, black laced boots.

Dark purple tv head; created to give his vision back (A grid, game like vision) also coded to occasionally have a face

Accessories: Dark purple straps clip at the back, holding his primary gun. Dark purple compression band just above prosthetic arm, with various clips and straps across the pants.

Features: Huge burn mark that stretches across his face, covering his eyes

Amputee: Lower left arm was lost, replaced by a more modern and sleek prosthetic

Blindness: Almost completely blind, without the helmet he needs guidance and help around

During any off days or undercover missions he uses a cane or an android service dog (Which was made to be able to pass as a normal dog)

Role: Initiator

Weapons: Primary is a Judge with sidearm being a shorty

Work style: Prefers to lurk, catching anyone trying to flank and flanking the enemies. But is often made to push, rushing sites with copied abilities.

Abilities:

Basic Abilities:

Stolen Not Copied - A small part of his arm can be removed and planted somewhere, being a one time use before needing to be collected and recharged. When a radiant passes by in close proximity it zaps the person, taking a chunk of their energy. Slowing their ability usage while transferring it to Replica.

Virus - A small device that is hidden in his pants pockets, always either dropped or hidden somewhere. With a few second delay when deployed, sending out two types of signals, one focuses on electronics / non-radiants, shutting down any that are in use in its reach. While the other targets radiants, stopping any abilities either in use or to be used. Quick to wear off though.

Signature ability: Able to make a clone of any selected person while going invisible himself. The clone is weaker and more easily damaged than a normal person, and the destruction makes him visible again. Mainly used as a distraction or a get away tactic.

Ultimate ability: With the helmet connected to the Kingdom database this allows Replica to scan through everyone, able to select anyone to change into and use their radiant abilities, (Expands to unaffected people as well) at will his physical look will change to match. This does mean he has to learn how to use or at least control the chosen ability, as the drawbacks are worse for his body.

Strengths: Alert, conscientious, dutiful, industrious, persistent, practical, self manageable, resourceful, prideful

Weaknesses: Apathetic, self destructive, prideful, stubborn, bitter, envious, spiteful

Family

Mother: Naila Candemir - 63 years old

Strained relationship often pushed him to do better than they ever did. Neglecting their chance to be a child growing up, keeping low contact until she retired, suddenly cutting all contact.

Knew everything about space, wrote books about her findings. Adores the stars, watches them every night without fail.

Father: Renat Candemir - 58 years old

A closer, still strained relationship. Comforting Sabah after his mother but never tried to stop her. Disheartened but understanding of going low contact, confused at the sudden loss of.

Always loved the ocean, writing down everything he knew or found out in a variety of journals that are stashed in his study.

Love Interest: Cypher

Meeting at 21 and 34 years old on Cypher’s undercover mission, meant to try to gather information from a young, promising scientist. Getting a small amount before getting distracted while causing a disturbance, causing the two to get caught in a flirty conversation before leaving.

Grew up in Amasra, Turkey, until the age of 7. That’s when the routine of moving due to his parent’s job started, moving around the world before settling down in Ontario, Thunder bay. Just before this Sabah was able to get a job at Kingdom, mainly supervising the research happening. On the day the collider was set to work the explosion happened, being trapped in a room right infront of it, escape wasn’t possible.

Trapped under rubble that took his sight and arm, he had to wait for someone to realise, being found just in time. Placed into a medically induced coma for a month, letting the body recover as much as possible before starting everything else. With his sight being nearly completely gone they worked on an android dog and a cane. Starting walking rehabilitation, continuing for nearly 3 months.

Tests during this time showed ‘unnatural’ changes, as he was so close to the explosion some of his DNA was changed. Specifically affecting his ‘human’ side, turning him into a radiant. But due to it being an artificial change, unlike the first light, the body couldn’t settle on one power, instead choosing all of them. (Copying)

With this change, Kingdom decided to rehire him, moving from a scientist to a field agent. Where his prosthetic arm and helmet was supplied. The helmet was created for him, giving him a game-like sight, (Grids / mapping) allowing him to do anything the others can.

Occupation: Kingdom scientist

Hair Style: Tied in a loose ponytail, neat fringe

Hair Colour: Light brown

Eye Color: Hazel

Hometown: Amasra, Bartin Province, Turkey

Type of childhood: Always busy, never able to settle down completely in one place

Pets: Siamese cat, Nuray

Did ballet casualty at various dance studios, wanting to go professional but never got that chance.

Basic Abilities:

Stolen Not Copied - EQUIP a sensor. FIRE to place, activating when an enemy walks past. Stunning them while taking an ultimate orb from the affected agent and giving it to Replica

Virus - EQUIP a Virus. FIRE to deploy. ACTIVATE to create a zone that temporarily shuts down any placed and in use abilities in the area.

Signature ability: Mirage - EQUIP a cloning orb. Select a character to copy, FIRE to create.

Ultimate ability: Mimic - EQUIP a screen, which lets you choose an agent to use their abilities. This allows you to look like and use the selected agent's abilities.

8 ult orbs to get

Voicelines time!!

Astra

Efia, let the stars guide us to victory, yeah?

That Astra and her gauntlet are full of mysteries, I have to know what they are.

Brimstone

Let’s show them what real agents can do, Kaptan. (Captain)

It’s time for this old dog to be put down.

Clove

Oi, Clove, I finished those mini figures you wanted, what were they for again?

After all these years and they end up here? Huge mistake, flutters.

Harbor

Bab– Varun… If you get me wet again- I see your smile, don’t you even think about it.

Luckily I’m waterproof, sorry but I won’t be deactivated today.

Omen

Hey, if you ever need to know anything, I’ll be around, yeah?

He knows so much but also nothing, what is he truely hiding?

Viper

Just like the old days huh? Maybe we should re-try some of those old experiments, for old-time sakes?

Look what you’ve become Sabine, how tragic.

Chamber

Don’t take another step, Hain… (Traitor)

Doing this again, really? Isn’t it getting old, Piç kurusu? (Bastard)

Cypher

Benim Yıldızım, will you be my eyes and keep me safe? (My Star)

All great things have to come to an end at some point, Umarım olmaz. (I hope not)

Deadlock

Deadlock, you gotta show me how you keep your arm so clean, I definitely need some tips.

That Deadlock needs to learn how to stay out of business that isn’t hers.

Killjoy

Hey Killjoy, think you could look at my arm, pretty sure their Phoenix fried it last time.

That Killjoy is smart, but dumb enough to try fight us. Let's teach her not to.

Sage

There’s no need to worry about me Sage, focus on the others today.

She’s taken more lives than healed, I really don’t want to fill in for her.

Vyse

Vyse, did you ever finish that story you were telling me about? No? Then you gotta after this.

Kingdom really doesn’t like loose ends, uh? Don’t worry I’ll cut her off.

Breach

Oi, Breach, want to double the trouble?

That Breach is useless without his arms, guess I’m better.

Fade

Fade, if you need more nightmares, please take mine. I don’t need them anymore.

She’s seen far too much, now she’ll pay the price.

Gekko

Hey, uh Gekko? Why has Thrash been following me around, does she want something from me? Does she need something?

Get his creatures before they get you, Kim bilir ne yapacaklar. (Who knows what they will do)

KAY/O

Keep your eyes off me, I’m not your enemy right now.

He keeps coming back again and again, I’ll put a stop to that.

Skye

Oi Skye, what's your favourite flower? Nerium’s are nice, I should bring some to show you.

Her animals sure leave a mark, kill her, kill them.

Sova

Stay close Sasha, we need your eyes.

We need to turn the tables. Make the hunter the hunted.

Iso

Them against us? They have no chance.

Back for more? I’ll bite.

Jett

Jett, you have to make more Japchae later, it’s the best when you make it.

Wind girl? Hah! That’s nothing, let me show you a true storm.

Neon

Neon, please stay over there, I really don’t want to bother Cypher today.

Get their Speedster, my helmet can’t keep up with her.

Phoenix

If burning the place down gets us the win, go ahead. Just guide it away from me this time.

That bird needs to learn to stay down.

Raze

Ay Raze, how’s this for a playlist, huh?

Rush her and stay close, let her take herself out, you probably don’t need to do anything.

Reyna

The Queen huh? Show me how it’s done then.

Who needs garlic to take down a vampire when we have plenty of bullets and amazing aim.

Yoru

Why do you stay here? You’re given, or you rather taken, this ability and you use it for this? Maybe you’re softer than you realise.

He can try hiding, but I’ll find him anywhere he goes.

On a team with Chamber on Fracture

Someone needs to watch you Vincent, keep your mains sales à toi-même. (Dirty hands to yourself)

Kill enemy Chamber

That was far too swift for true revenge, but I’ll take what I can get.

Match start on Fracture

Do your job and get out, there’s no need to hang around.

[manic-maniac-man]

Maison Martin Margiela PITTI IMAGINE UOMO REPORT & INTERVIEW

Aw06 (pt.2)

"The invitation was a demitasse cup that featured handwritten details about the show."

"The reception party held at Theatro Puccini on the night of January 12th. The view from a camera positioned at the entrance was projected on screens inside the venue. In a piece of clever trickery, models for the show appeared on screens walking in the front door but suddenly strode out onto the main stage. After their appearances, each of them slipped away into the crowd with the presentation ending in just a few moments. The models then proceeded to party along with the assembled throng. All were clad in clothes from assorted past collections, some of which were especially painted white for this event."

What is the concept behind your project at PITTI?

We were kindly invited by Pitti Imagine to attend their last fair in June 2005. On that occasion we spent most of our time visiting all of the pavil- ions and stands of the participants and were greatly inspired by the ener- gy and bustle of the place. Of course the projects of the invited and fea- tured designers were great yet we were more drawn by the core energy and purpose of Pitti itself. Pitti is a men's wear fair first and foremostly yet it is also a meeting of minds, cultures and creativity where people of our industry have the time to work, socialise, catch up on news, ideas and the work of others. This was our primary stimulus in our project and we very quickly decided that we would like our project to be within this maelstrom of creativity and commerce.

As the colour white is a key element of the expression of the Maison Martin Margiela and commerce, stands, booths, cafés and restaurants are key to the life of Pitti we decided to have these aspects confront each other and try to create a "Fair within a Fair", a game of sorts. For this reason we decided to bring our 'White' to as many aspects of the life of Pitti imagine Uomo 69 as possible in the stands and areas we have created as well as propose souvenirs of this Pitti and provide light moments of distraction, relaxation and fun for its visitors.

-What are your impressions of PITTI?

We have always been greatly impressed by the strength that Pitti Imagine and Pitti Uomo represent for our industry and even more impressed by all of the projects that have been created and staged by our predecessors ans invited designers at Pitti Uomo. The organizers of Pitti Imagine have had a lot of patience with us down through the years as this was certainly not the first time that they have invited us to partici pate. On the other occasions we had decline as we were too small a team to cope with putting on the type of project we would have liked to We are more than happy that Pitti Imagine persisted with their invitation and that we can now bring a part of who we are to Fiorence.

-Why are all of the Maison Martin Margiela interiors and con- tents painted white?

We have always used white as an expression of our House, team and work. White represents a force through fragility for us. It is never just white and more-whites all the shades possible! We usually use mat white so that the passage of time is evident.

-Many Critics have commented on your work as being on the borderline between fashion and art. is that how you regard it as well?

We view it as firmly footed on the fashion side of the fence yet we are happy to learn of how our work touches others. It is not that we view our work in one way that any other interpretation is not valid. Such an interpretation, in this case that our work is closer to that of an artist, though welcome, remains entirely subjective

-Your Artisanal collections remake vintage clothes. Why?

We have always enjoyed the challenge of reworking existing clothes, fabrics and objects to create new garments and accessories. This challenge is linked to finding a new role and force for these materials, revisiting their structure and use. For us it is not that garments are vintage in the since that this word has now become we use materials and garments from many sources and periods - many of them very ordinary.

-What effect did Martin Margiela's time as designer at Hermès have on his work for the Maison Martin Margiela lines?

When he first got the offer, Martin Margiela felt that it was a great honour. Many interpret luxury as a level of quality, but we perceive luxury as quality with functionality that it is important for something to be able to have a long term of use. The experience at Hermès further strengthened Martin's belief in this principle.

-How do you view the trends? Do they have any effect on Maison Martin Margiela?

We inhabit the realm of individuality, so we tend not to concern ourselves with trends. We do, however, understand that as long as one has an interest in clothes, they cannot be ignored. As people who make clothes, we may absorb them subconsciously.

-Your men's and women's wear collections are very different. Why is that? And why no men's fashion shows?

The original title we gave to 10, our men's wear was "A wardrobe for men. In this our approach is much more linked to purely a sensibility of dressing than a creative expression in the designer' sense of the term. Our focus is much more on the details of construction and fabrics of individual garments than on outfits and styling. In our view most men search a less radical, more introverted, expression through their clothes than the women who enjoy wearing our clothes. For 1 (our collection for women) the approach is much more one of an ongoing study on the form of a gar ment as it is worn on the body as well as the overall silhouette. The challenge is to invent and bring new views on the shape of garments to our customers. As for the lack of shows for 10 this is born from our wish to present the clothes being wom in a more day to day environment than that of a fashion show for this reason we tend more to present the wardrobe via a photo reportage with an explanation of the detailing of the main gar ments of 10 for any particular season in a more one-on-one setting.

-How has the sale of the majority of your company to Diesel changed your life?

It is Renzo Rosso, President of Diesel group that has entered our company as a majority shareholder. In a certain way this means that Diesel is a 'sister company' rather than being directly part of our structure. The changes we are experiencing are both sought and very evaluative, natural and are very reassuring in that we now have access to an expertise and approach to the more structural aspects of our work as a company that eluded us prior to this change in our structure.

-Is there anyone you'd like to wear your clothes? Do you wear your Maison Martin Margiela clothes?

Among people like us who love clothes, there are many who place importance on a creativity and sensitivity. There are many people like that among the Japanese. Of course, we all wear Maison Martin Margiela.

-In the past you have collaborated with Rei Kawakubo, what Impression did you have of her?

Whether you are Japanese or Belgian, Madame Kawakubo is a very great woman. Despite the fact that she has already become a legend, she continues in her pursuit if creation. That is a wonderful thing. To us. she is both 'spiritual mother' and 'creative sister.

-Martin Margiela refuses to be photographed. This makes you unique in a business that thrives on celebrity and cult of per- sonality. Why did you decide on this policy?

In any case we do not adopt this way of behaving just to be unique but more so that we may find our way to function and to proceed that best represents our priorities for our work and the means of stimulation for us in our work that we choose to focus on. If we were not to find our way of functioning to continue over the long term was not to be possible.

-The Maison Maartin Margiela speaks as a collective, why have you chosen to do this?

In order that we best reflect the reality of our work together. Even though the final result of our work may be accredited to the creative vision of a designer and their team (as is the case for all other fashion design com- panies) we preferred that the contribution of all team members to this final result be expressed in a more transparent manner. It must also be said that our wish to communicate collectively clearly evokes the position that we have taken with the label on our clothes since our beginning in 1989, namely, that it be blank or with numbers and not the name of one individual printed on it.

-Some people have speculated that there is no such person as Martin Margiela...

We have been hearing this for a long time now. It is sad that people do not accept the way that a person wants to be, and leave him alone. The reason that Martin Margiela is not exposed to the media is absolutely not an attempt to create some sense of mystery. If you want to know about us, look at the clothes we make that is everything - there is no need for a designer to be visible. For the record, fear not; the designer Martin Margiela does exist in the flesh.

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4, 10, and/ or 28 for Wilbur Cross with the headcanon game?

4. Voice

We all know and love his uncle Wiley voice, which is mostly used for their lords' more entrepreneurial ventures (tickle me wiggly, watcher's world). He knows how to fit their brand, often associated with products for kids and the lords themselves presenting their most fwendy face. He fits their brand so much he even takes expressions and mannerism from them. Wiggly finds it amusing when Wilbur imitates his brothers, but he isn't so fond of seeing his on their disciple. That's why Wilbur also uses other inspirations, such as the cartoons he used to watch as a child. His memories aren't always crisp, provoking more uncanny effects that he wants to.

Talking about Wilbur himself, I do think his voice changed when he went through the portal. Even if he had a protection suit like Howie had in Black Friday, I don't think it was refined enough to protect him, even less if they were in the black and white for an extended period of time. Everyone who knew him before the portal says something changed, but none of them agree on what: some think his voice got deeper, while others think it is something about the pitch. John only knows it got colder than it was. Everyone agrees however that there's something uncanny about it, something wrong, even if it's their first time talking with Wilbur.

10. Posture/physical movement

There is something Wrong with how Wilbur moves. It is close to the movement of a puppet: if you see it just passing by and without paying it much attention it seems fine. But if you look closer, you'll see that the arms and the legs aren't really moving at the same time, or that the chest is slightly too inflated when he's inhaling. Wilbur lost part of his corporality in the Black and White, and pretending to be human and have a normal body required an effort they don't usually put into.

Their movements are also really fluid, slightly more fluid that they should be. Their whole body moves as one whole, even if it's the smallest gesture. This provokes that, when he stops and has to stay still, he is in really odd postures. Think water in a weirdly-shaped recipient, or a doll thrown by a kid.

28. Interactions with their lover

Much to their chagrin, they always meet on the field. It's always during an apotheosis, Wilbur is helping the lords with their designs while John is trying to stop them. Wilbur really enjoys their brief time together, toying with John and seeing how he reacts in the different timelines. I think Wilbur has given speeches to John about their intentions like they did to Howie in Black Friday, sometimes trying to make him understand it, others just having fun with MacNamara. I like to think Wilbur often plays a key role in neutralizing John, being the reason he is infected in The Guy (shoutout to The Colour Green, fic that introduced me to the concept and I've integrated to my headcanons).

In the Black Friday timeline things are different, as John is also part of the Black and White. I like to think that when wwiii is started, and Wiggly is probably gets out as his kingdom has come, John and Wilbur can have a real talk. John wouldn't want to talk to them, but I think Wilbur would. They would want John to know the lords as he does, to work with him one last time. Wilbur would be as sweet as they're able to, he would be excited to guide John through his world. But they also know John would never accept. That doesn't stop Wilbur from trying though