#even tho they are just copies of the original i believe they are still so much more

[anonymergremlin]

I know you only see them as tools.

Shells of metal and organic tissue. Deformed and combined.

No will left at all.

You believe they are my instruments of war. Only their to fight for my sake. For my will.

But they aren't.

All warframes are so much more, no matter how sentient they are at all. I feel it, I can see it. What is left behind.

I am not Tenno.

The warframe and I.

We are Tenno.

[as-rare-as-trees]

Repost of a Wang Yibo in watercolor I did in 2020 taking ispiration from my favourite photoshoot of his

[anachronismstellar]

Another day another scene from >Airplane vs The System< fic.

Should I post this on Ao3? Maybe, but that sounds like a Commitment(tm), and I'm pretending this is not a full fic lol so I'm posting here like is just a silly thing

There is a reference to another fun robot from a very good game released in 2007, if you get it I'll love you forever ❤️ fjsjskdjsk

Also, if you squint you can catch my fav mxtx baby showing up as a guest :D

TW: The System being a bully and uh torture? Nothing like canon tho

Hope you like it~!

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Mobei-Jun became aware of himself slowly, like the first snow of the season. He wasn't able to feel his body, but his mind was there, commanding his fingers to bend, his head to turn left and right. Not that he had much to see, encased on an infinite white that made his eyes water.

Another thing that took too long to remember was how he ended up in such a situation. It was like trying to catch a slippery fish, the memory swimming away from him in the middle of a river of pain.

The only thing that kept him grounded was the memory of warm brown eyes and ink stained fingers. Shang Qinghua's face was a constant flash on Mobei-Jun's mind, but something kept making him flinch, there was something wrong with their last encounter, something that he couldn't-

“Oh, you're awake. Welcome Character_s201,” the Thing that looked like Shang Qinghua appeared in front of him, wearing something that seemed to be An Ding Peak robes, but didn't layer properly, as if the fabric kept melting against itself when the Thing moved.

Not that It moved much, it was like watching the shadow version of Qinghua, the Thing so still It looked like a doll. Mobei-Jun had faced many monsters throughout his life, none that actually chilled him to the bones such as the creature in front of him.

“There's no need to be scared, I won't hurt you,” It said as if It wasn't keeping Mobei-Jun bound to the wall, holding him so tight he could barely breathe. “You are here to complete a set of experiments to gather data. After the experiment, food will be provided, and you will be released.”

He said nothing back, focusing on keeping his eyes wide open. Could it be a shapeshifter? It would make sense, although no shapeshifter he had met behaved like that, they usually did their best to imitate their original forms to not attract suspicion. And a shapeshifter capable of knocking him out would be able to copy Qinghua's eyes.

A beat of silence passed between them, neither of them blinking. Then, as if It was seeing something to the side, it nodded, waving Its hand before changing forms right in front of Mobei-Jun.

Again, Mobei was an experienced demon. He had seen shit, as Qinghua would say, before even becoming Junshang's right hand. And after getting his title of Junshang's right hand, his encounter with weird creatures increased by leaps and bounds. He had seen shape-shifting done by different creatures and by magic, but nothing that could compare to what the Thing did.

It was like watching Junshang create a portal with Xin Mo, but instead of a tear in space and reality, it exploded in tiny multi-colored shards of glass, regrouping itself in a glimpse, the outfit now a neutral green and gray with accents of gold. Its face kept Qinghua's rounded shape, but the hair was mostly down, a small bun on top of Its head being held by a golden crown. The only thing it had kept the same were the eyes, still poison green that made Mobei's skin tingle as if a thousand fire ants were crawling over his body.

“Apologies for creating discomfort. Is this avatar more comfortable for interacting, Character_s201?”

Again Mobei kept his mouth shut. Whatever that thing was, it didn't want Mobei's comfort. He didn't believe in Its honeyed words either, what experiments? Was It going to torture him? What did It actually want?

“Character_s201 experience cannot be improved without proper feedback. Should I undo the avatar change?”

It was like he was listening to the words but couldn't grasp the meaning behind them. The most terrifying part was that the Thing sounded like Qinghua and Consort Shen when they thought no one could hear them. Was that the connection? Was this thing after Consort Shen? Or-

“Wh-” He tried to ask, the metallic taste on his mouth making him cough. The Thing approached, offering a ceramic cup with what seemed to be water, but Mobei wasn't stupid. He turned his face sideways, the movement bringing a searing pain to his neck, nausea and dizziness forcing him to close his eyes.

“There's no need for Character_s201 discomfort. Character_s201 health is important to not skew data results.” It insisted, grabbing Mobei-Jun's face, pressing the cup against his lips until he drank the liquid. He felt feverish, doing his best to spit on the Thing's face, but It did something to his tongue, as if it could control Mobei's body. He swallowed, the water healing his scratchy throat, but at what cost? It could have given him poison, or a truth serum, or-

“Water is important for Character_s201 maintenance. Now, Character_s201 experience cannot be improved without proper feedback. Should I undo the avatar change?”

Mobei-Jun felt himself sag, his wrists and legs burning as they held his weight. He was falling right into Its trap, spending his energy faster, becoming weaker.

“What's… An avatar?” He asked instead of physically fighting, but keeping his glare on the Thing. Which was good, because as soon as he asked, the Thing blinked, possibly for the first time since they had started talking, as if It had been caught by surprise by Mobei-Jun's question.

“An avatar is a graphical representation of a user, the user's character, or persona.” It explained after Its eyes flashed, blinking a couple of more times. “It's what Character_s201 would call my appearance.”

“It's fine,” Mobei-Jun grunted, agreeing with whatever nonsense the Thing was asking. Better a stranger than Qinghua's face, for sure.

“Understood. Avatar preferences updated. Now, shall we proceed?”

For the second time, the Thing pressed Its thumb against Mobei-Jun's demon mark, making the world around him plumb into darkness.

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OK off I go to sleep now lol byeeeeee

[charbies]

I'm mashing together my review of totk and reactions to random encounters with the masterworks I've had lately into one stream of consciousness

Totk should have had true continuity, not a 6 year time skip that we never get to see, experience, and feel. It's not that hard to bridge 2 games with a 1-2 min cutscene, esp in a zelda game. Majora's mask starts with quick, but meaningful exposition that bridges OOT to MM! The intro to wind waker is a 6 minute long cutscene!! This series thrives with its detailed, intriguing intros, so what happened?? Before I even launched totk the night it came out, I booted up botw and replayed the final boss & ending because I was so stoked to see the transition in story/world and wanted to honor both games. Instead boom, we're walking in a cave w/ no context.

I was so disappointed that zelda wasn't a companion character to link in totk, it was disempowering to her character arc. Really thought this game would build off of botw's snippets of link & zelda working together in memories. The teasers and trailers for totk gave this perception that she would be there (which would also "break tradition" like devs wanted, ffs). When I was on the tutorial island I was fully convinced I'd be finding her and we'd reconvene like "ok what's next." When I realized 20 mins into the game that she was GONE gone, as in will not reappear likely until the end of the game damsel-in-distress-style, my verbatim thought "wait... really? Is this still going to be good?" Which was kinda sad, for a game I waited so many years for :/

I had major pet peeves with the copy/paste nature of the cutscenes with the old sages. The dialogue, bgs, pacing, literally all identical. They just hot swapped the character models for the sages and said that was good enough, wtf!!! I live for cutscenes in games, I have since I was like 5. This felt lazy, and seriously demotivated me from completing the dungeons bc I knew there was going to be nothing novel or intriguing to look forward to

The secret stones were gimmicky af. Sorry. Also stupid name, they couldn't even opt for "sacred?" Ik in other languages they have way cooler names, which would have helped. Link's fucking thanos glove of stones was a stupid gimmick, I cannot believe they didn't think to alter that concept to be more mythical, or creative, or just original. I would have killed for the stones to relate to the triforce in some way, or to do away with the stones and have this game connect to the triforce, since the whole direction of this story was going back to ancient myth & lore.

the Zonai lacked depth, and honestly just felt like a boring distraction even tho they were supposed to be a central focus of this game. I 1000% agree with other folks posts on the take that rauru was a flat, 2-dimensional colonizer. Sonia got sidelined. yikes. ew. no thanks.

^similarly, ganon really was given no character or depth imo. It's like they did a fantastic job making him visibly LOOK scary, so they didn't bother to give him motives beyond "I'm bad, I do what I want."

the cliche "back to normal" at the end irked me. Link could have come out with no arm, keeping the zonia arm, or at least scars w/ the zonai arm pattern and that would be meaningful. Zelda got factory reset from irreversible draconification in a method that for all intents and purposes, could have been done as soon as link got rewind ability. There was no investigation or inclusion of the other dragons, which seemed like a missed opportunity. Actively working on reversing her could have been a main quest in game!! Like 1. Complete all dungeons/get all stones, 2. you can now go round up the spirits of rauru & sonia and reverse zelda yippee, 3. you and zelda go beat the shit out of ganon together. The dragons fighting was beautiful, powerful imagery, but honestly I think too much potential was traded away just to execute that one fraction of the boss fight.

The masterworks book annoys me, which is sad bc I love concept art. I wanted to be a concept artist growing up, I can accept that you'll often see things that never make it into the final cut. I was enamored with early posts abt things like zelda's haircut, char designs, etc.

But more recently I'm seeing the anthology side of the book taking major liberties that it didn't even bother showing us directly or alluding to in the game, and I think that's such a cop-out. They are literally telling us instead of SHOWING us in the game they release a year ago, and spent SIX YEARS making. There was a festival celebrating the return of zelda/defeat of ganon?? Freaking show us that!!! Show us link & zelda acclimate to post-calamity life. Show us imperfect, non-linear healing and resilience. I would have loved a festival scene w/ link and zelda that conveys the nuance of celebration and recognition of their efforts, and the contrasting weight of what they went through. Show me zelda, exhausted after a festival struggling with guilt and indecision about whether to bring back the monarchy with hyrule's restoration. Throwing in a "oh btw imagine if we actually had done this" post-game makes me so irritated and feral. It's like the post-release canon is sidling up to fanon and saying, "hey look we can do that too! look at our fan art" idk if that makes sense, I don't think I'm explaining it well. But it just feels disingenuous.

I'm not a timeline purest, I don't need everything to interconnect, but I don't love how assertions in this book invalidate connections and lore of other games. Also really don't love how this game overwrites and sidelines the sheikah.

I know majority of my disappointment stems from my own, personal expectations of a game that, let's face it, was probably given many mandates and initiatives to appeal to *everyone* in broad, lackluster ways. I still love the world and characters of zelda, if anything, totk reaffirmed what I love and want to prioritize in my art that I didn't see present in this game. Fun fact I used the world of botw to learn a lot about drawing landscapes & composition. It actually inspires me a bit to try to learn to do comics, which has been a longtime goal I've been too busy and/or timid to pursue lol.

mmm anyway if u read this and any of this resonated DM me and lets froth at the mouth and commiserate lol

[silly-salty-utdr-rants]

copy pasting my knight papyrus take from my main

ok so im bored and i know no one will probably read this so im gonna lay out my papyrus knight theory/au timeline

for simplicity ill break it into three segments: what happened before to set up this chain of events, how and why papyrus does it, and bare bones evidence

1 before deltarune

generally this is working off my "gaster is bad at math theory" which, to summarize, basically says gaster started as a scientist in deltarune with 2 kids (sans and paps) accidentily fucks up the math and teleports to undertale, uses deltarunes superior tech to create the core, fucks up the math and falls in, frisk/player pulls up, after a bit sans and paps dip but gaster fucks up the math postmortem and they get stuck in deltarune resulting in papyrus becoming a hermit who accidentally opens a darkworld in his closet and then does the fucking grinch smile and causes a ruckus

2 why tho

how papyrus does it: something something prophecy, destiny, gaster fuckery, what have you. effectively via the same plot convenient saving grace that allows us to close the darkworlds and control kris

why does he do it: same reason he spares frisk in geno. he sees that characters like kris, berdly, susie and noelle and knows that they can do better, they just need to try. and what better reason to try than life threatening adventure? (sidenote: i fucking despise when people make the excuse of "Oh HeS bEiNg ~MaNiPuLaTeD~ bY ______" like no shut up let papyrus be morally ambiguous dammit) he is also likely aware of the titan situation and is just deadass like "NO I CAN TAKE THEM IN A 1V1 I THINK" also it makes sense narratively due to his incomplete character arc

3 DA FAX

the closet the chapter 2 darkworld was likely started from can fit and i quote "a large person" (especially combined with the skeletons in my closet line in undertale), he has been set up by sans to have a late game appearance, no alibis in chapter 1 or 2, in chapter 2 the "trousling bones" mentioned when interacting with the door of sans' house grows distant as another darkworld closes, as mentioned in section 2 his arc is still incomplete and as mentioned in my papyrus backstory post we dont even have a clue as to half the shit he's hiding, as a more meta reason bonetrousle was originally the main theme of deltarune, the "secret name" line from papyrus qna 2, the jevil reference dialogue in papyrus qna 2, and probably the most solid motive out of the candidates. that being the fact he believes so much in that people can do good if they try, to exercise that from a more cynical perspective of these beliefs (i.e people wont try unless they have to) could look like forcing them by way of obscure supernatural prophecy and lifechanging perilous adventure

bonus: why other candidates are dumb

gerson is fucking dead

gaster, while likely behind the secret bosses, seems a bit occupied with fucking with reality and would rather cast someone else (like his son????)

dess is currently entangled in the code and likely cant have much effect on the actual world

mrs. holiday seems like a better candidate for character development by darkworld than creator of darkworld

asriel is at college

kris has been controlled by us for most of the game and i aint see them open a darkworld beyond the one post chapter 2

player, i dont know about you guys, but i have not opened a darkworld

new character sounds REALLY boring tbh

ralsei, rouxls, and any darkner candidate are ruled out due to queens speech

[nightmanatee]

why is it actually hurting like it hurt everyone else and why there might be timetravel/some other mystery involved. or... kinda part 4 of me trying to theorize on what has been going on in lis:de.

part 1 part 2 part 3

a part where i recap old posts.

so in the first 3 parts i've theorized that safi might be behind either max not coming back to arcadia bay sooner/reconnect with chloe or she will do something about this in the future by forcing max to stay at caledon. then i've made a post about how i feel like safi from "refuse" timeline has reasons to mess up with chloe and arcadia bay and how she has a high chance to do this considering that this is the most important part of max's life no matter how hard safi tried to change it.

and finally i've come to realize that maybe there was another timeline, similar to this one. where the original max mad a really bad choice and regretted it enough to start using her powers again.

now i want to talk about a thing where safi's part in max actually hurt and there's no reason not to believe it. and only bc it starts too early for the game to be split in 2 timelines, max might not realize that this is why things keep happening.

a part where it hurts.

it is rather interesting that we "hear" chloe and max during lis1 events in double exposure. whether or not it's a "mockery" with max "remembering" the moments with chloe telling her that she's gonna be in her life forever she still thinks of it. it starts before safi's dead and that's why it's tricky but nothing is impossible with a time traveling potentially happening in the game. the only question i have is that these lines are... wrong? it feels like they happen in a wrong order/at a wrong time.

during the turtle bar scene in ep1: "my powers might not last"/"that's ok, we will"/"chloe!" - this is from ep2 the first time max actually saving chloe at the train racks (considering that every other time is optional (i mean... except for the very first one but i won't count it for now)). however!! the last "chloe!" and the storm sounds are NOT from this scene. not from this scene overall. which is weird. the first quote is not also direct one.

during the safi's death scene in ep1: "max!"/"i caused this. i caused all of this" - the change does in the "background" with us hearing the radio station informing about the storm. again. chloe does NOT say "max" at the start. but max does say that she's caused the storm. instead it goes "this is my storm. i caused this. this happenes in s1ep5 when max is faced with the final decision.

2 days after safi's death in ep1: "don't say that, i won't trade you!"/"no matter what you choose i know you'll make the right decision"/"max, it's time" or "i'll always be with you. forever." - 1st phrase is max's answer to chloe saying that arcadia bay citizens deserve to live more than her. THEN chloe reminds max of all these 5 days. and only THEN does she say the "no matter what you choose". it's interesting tho that they do pay attention to what goes where with bay or bae.

could it all just be them changing lines/the way they go so as to not fully copy them. OR. could it be so that just like with max they play with our memories as well changing bits here and there?

a part about nightmare again btw!!!

so. the motel nightmare. in bay!motel part the "tv show" talks about mother having to identify a body of her daughter - a very obvious connection with joyce. "can we confirm that this is your daughter, zoe?" even the name!! the next room has therapist talking about trauma and how it will "drown you if you let it".

bae!motel has characters talking about each other and it also might be a little insight in max and chloe's fallout. i honestly don't know which one is who in this part bc it seems like chloe did cut out max out of her life esp with book titles (she just doesn't want to talk to me anymore and "lose my number" trust me chloe i've tried), but also it could be max considering her "nightmare" where she is the one to "move on" with a new "cool" friend.

the second "room" is more hopeful? with the weather broadcast talking about how "

finally the 3rd room seems to be just screams of different people (could be caledon students, could be arcadia bay citizens).

just like i've talked about this in other parts max's nightmare having a motel room, blackwell's bathroom and a darkroom scenes is interesting considering it was all about helping safi and taking "her" parts out of people's minds. i guess these 3 parts were the ones where max does it for herself. with the final 4th part being a scene with safi at the start of ep4. but why these parts?

could be:

either safi is "deeply" connected with max so that max has to go through not one but THREE nightmares and the worst parts. that's why it takes max 1 scene per person but 3-4 for herself.

or hints at what safi was planning to do - replace chloe as herself/make max relieve the trauma of jefferson/mess up with max ending up alone (a few things we already see in the game btw).

or maybe... this are hints at what safi HAS DONE/WILL DO. i don't think they'll go as far as lis1 timeline but could be safi actively planting herself or/and amanda as chloe 2.0, max was a teacher so maybe safi could ruin her career by fabricating something bad against her as a teacher, and she could ruin things between max and either joyce or chloe.

a part where safi tried to use max's old memories to connect with something new.

ok but seriously this happens too many times to be a coincidence. she calls max "a partner in grime". we hear the first ever memory and IMMIDEATELY after that safi talks about chloe (could max just not "feel" safi doing things to her bc she didn't know what to look for before) and right AFTER that she talks about amanda NO MATTER what you tell her.

amanda/vinh romance happens only after max talks about how she's lonely and she needs to do something about this (and it's even more important that you start this scene in "living" timeline).

arcadia bay and lakeport/blackwell academy and caledon university are connected as well, even the creators mention it. it's the "opposite mirror" - just like safi herself is.

so ofc safi's death sends max into the grieving spiral reminding her of chloe. esp considering the 2nd nightmare scene with max "shooting" safi herself while impersonating nathan.

max's "hurt" lays in ending up in the same "space" a decade later, experiencing a traumatic even and what safi's part does to her is max having to at least experience 3 nightmare scenes and at max - something more during the entire game.

moses was acting just like safi and it was a bit on the nose with the writers hinting on other people acting like safi, gwen was reckless and ready to die in a storm, lucas was grieving maya and reading a poem. i guess other characters "got away" with the worst things being loretta being too scared and vinh having to realize that safi doesn't care about him at all.

but what about max?? what is it that safi was "doing" to her if she didn't want to hurt max but max still had to relive these moments? is it just her going through her own little "side quest" or is there something more???

a part where max is being made another offer.

she's made max feel "obligated" to stay at caledon, bc she knows that max kept running away during all these years. in ep1 she talks about max running away from her past, during the game we notice that she learns about chloe/arcadia bay, she sneaks into max's house (also interesting that gwen makes a remark about max breaking in into other houses? was it bc max loves going into abandoned spaces or is it safi?) and goes through her arcadia bay stuff.

the "good person" moses asks max about her reconnecting with chloe/going back to arcadia bay but for some reason (=bc of the new "threat" that safi is) max feels the need to stay here, at caledon. disconnected from everyone else. oh and don't forget this one:

is it really what max wants? is it??

or is it safi trying to manipulate max yet again by making her "want" to stay here either to be able to fight against safi, or to keep arcadia bay/chloe safe, or to wait for safi to come back.

honestly my main reason to keep doing this is dev's "we've planted seeds" during the game and that this is "headed somewhere". i'm just trying to guess where exactly.

[heycupcake]

Been sporadically rewatching 13 lately, and I need to ramble because my god.

(disclaimer: I'm still not caught up with nuwho, missing 12, 11 and half of 10's run. eu-wise, I've only delved deeply into 5's era)

Starting off with the Fugitive's episode, because it almost made me cry. I had no idea of what was going on the first time I watched it; 13 was my first Doctor, so all the lore used to be lost on me.

Now tho? Absolute cinema. Goosebumps all over. 13's world crumbling all around her, I felt it to the bone. Her total rejection of Ruth's Doctor when she rigged that blaster weapon? It was a plan that many incarnations would have come up with, but in that case, she latched onto it like her whole identity was at stake. Maybe she always despised that cruel aspect of herself throughout regenerations, a trait that kept persisting despite not feeling properly hers. Now she knows it comes from a completely unknown part of herself, and it scares her to no end.

"A man is the sum of his memories, a Time Lord even more so." I love how this has become a reoccurring theme for the Doctor. They all are extremely protective of their identities when it comes to memory tampering. They latch onto what they've got and categorically refuse any change.

10 (Human Nature), Ruth and 13 all had to face the same scenario on that regard. When confronted with the choice of becoming someone else, to recover memories from their past that would make them whole but inevitably change them forever, they all tried to keep away from them and stay as they were. 10 and Ruth ultimately didn't have a choice and had to eventually comply, but 13? Nobody was there to force her, and she threw the damn watch in the depths of the TARDIS.

About the TARDIS, what an absolute treasure. 1 believing he stole her when in reality she was his all along. No wonder he chose that old type 40 out of all the other ships he could have taken (either out of reflex or because of some telepathic tampering). An old, abandoned ship that had been waiting for her owner for probably centuries.

The Timeless Child (not the episode). Such an origin story could have made the Doctor a deity; instead it made her a lab rat, kept her "humble". The power balance is still fully on the Time Lords' side, and I love that. She's no chosen one, she's not The Other, she's not a mastermind of any kind. Any unique ability that she had was copied and possibly improved on, making her either standard or obsolete among her peers (like, for all we know, the ability to control one's appearance during regeneration could an update that Tecteun worked on).

So, she's just another alien (sort of like Adric: comes from another universe, has good regenerative abilities, can mutate). I personally wasn't very thrilled with the implications made during 7's run, so i found this a nice way of recontextualizing them, making them more true to the earlier Doctors' nature, but without retconning them. Everything that 7 kept hinting at (in the tv series at least) still works, without losing any importance. And, the Doctor gets to stay the underdog they've always been.

Also, I mean, this alien child, just wandering off and getting kidnapped as a result is the most on-brand thing ever for the Doctor. (I could go on a separate ramble on how many companions found themselves in the same situation, often being kidnapped directly by the Doctor, but I digress. It's hilarious tho. Maybe some unconscious part of the Doctor uses it as a way to deal with their own kidnapping. Who knows)

[do-u-know-this-autisticcharacter]

Do You Know This (non-canon) autistic Character?

Propaganda:

This Tumblr post (I will copy and paste, we had to be detectives due to original link being broken as url had changed. They may change url again).

"Reasons why i headcanon El Hopper as autistic, by an autistic Stranger Things fan

1. issues with social skills

- isolation or autism? okay so I know a large part of the reason she has trouble with social cues is the fact that she was isolated in a lab for many of her formative years, but I think it goes deeper than this. She wasn't completely alone. There were other kids in the lab and obviously all of the kids from the lab are going to have stunted social development and stuff, but even when she was with the other kids in the lab, she was a bit of an outcast. This was shown in the flashbacks in season 4, where she was getting bullied for being "slow" and she was much quieter than the other kids. We also saw Kali as an adult, and even though she was still an outcast, her social skills seemed pretty average. the issues she did have were pretty clearly a direct result of her trauma, whereas El seemed to have issues connecting with others in the lab even before she was traumatized.

- in the real world So up until season 4 we don't really get to see El interacting with other kids her age, aside from the people who she is friends with. In season 4, when she goes to high school in CA, she is very clearly an outcast. although we don't see exactly why or when the bullying started, i think it's pretty clear that it's because they think she is awkward and doesn't fit in completely

2. emotional regulation

- the most prominent example of this in the show is her anger issues. when El gets upset, she often reacts very strongly and gets fired up pretty quickly. she often resorts to using her powers in intense scenarios when emotions are running high. This is shown many times during the show, one example is her argument with Hopper where she loses control of her powers and breaks all the windows. This specific instance is also intertwined with her trauma from the lab and her being overstimulated, but I think throughout the show there are plenty of examples where something similar happens, like when she hits Angela.

- She also acts largely on emotion in general, this is less of a regulation issue and more just a general character trait that she has. it's not a negative thing either, i just notice that she is not the type the think long and hard before doing something, she reacts pretty quickly to things and doesn't really "think before you speak/act"

- related to this, as well as overstimulation (mentioned later) she is shown having a meltdown/shutdown when emotions are too intense

- she also shows her emotions pretty openly on her face, once again tho this isn't specific to autism It is pretty common to be overly expressive

3. Routine

- in season 2, Hopper tells Elevn different schedules and plans, and whenever he breaks from this she gets pretty upset. For example she gets mad that he is late for their movie night. There are several instances of this

- She also eats eggos regularly (more on that later) amd watches tv shows with Hopper. While these things aren't specifically stated to be done on a schedule, I think we can assume that they are routines, since meals happen routinely and television at the time would have operated on a daily schedule.

4. black and white thinking/morals

- "Friends Don't Lie" is probably the best example of this. El hears this mantra when she first meets the boys and ever since then it's been a pretty important part of her moral code. She believes this fully, with almost no exceptions. although she does start to deviate from this in season 4, I still think this is a pretty good example of the black and white morals common in autistic people

5. echolalia

- she repeats words a lot of the time, for example repeating phrases she learned from other people and using them repeatedly "mouth breather" "bitchin'" etc

- in conversation with people, she will often repeat back parts of their sentences ("give him a taste of his own medicine" "give him the medicine?" and "you're going to dump his ass" "dump his ass")

6. picky eating/sensory stuff

- eggos: although it's not clearly stated that she has an issue with any other foods, she has a very clear preference for eggos which is similar to how a lot of autistic people have specific foods that we are comfortable eating.

7. stimming

- mentioned earlier with the echolalia, but I think repeating words and learning new words is a self-soothing thing

- I'll have to look back at the show a little bit more but I'm pretty sure she tends to rock back and forth sometimes? could be wrong about this tho

8. difficulty with language

- although this has largely been influenced by the lab and her coma, her speech issues do parallel struggles that many autistic people also have

- she is partially non-verbal, although she becomes more and more verbal throughout the show. she still does go quiet in some situations though

- her general speaking cadence is just. very autistic. each word is spoken very deliberately and precisely.

9. overstimulation/meltdowns

- she sometimes gets overwhelmed when there is a lot going on, for example in season 2 when she is arguing with Hopper, and in season 4 when she is being surrounded by people in the roller rink.

- every time she uses her power she has a low battery, although I don't think this was intentional I think it's a pretty good metaphor for being overstimulated and how much energy a meltdown takes out of you

10. fashion sense

- she generally is not super aware of fashion trends, and dresses more for physical and emotional comfort than to be trendy. once again not specific to autistic people but a very common trait for us.

That's all i can think of for now, but if there are any other ideas people have please let me know"

[thekaijudude]

Just curious but, in terms of fighting and all what do each of the Ultra Brothers excel at exactly? Like what category of combat are they pro’s at and especially in a team. And how do they coordinate those skills together and how well?

I think someone asked this question before some years back (was it also you actually lol, i believe someone also asked about their personalities as well) but with more recent developments, I feel like I can answer this better, answers would most probably be around the same still tho, just with more context

Ultraman: Defenses - Immune to electric-based attacks

Going by his bulk, and beyond which its hard to say as hes literally the original Ultraman that we are gonna be comparing the rest of the members to

Zoffy: Beam Finisher

Tbh, we rarely even see him fight to begin with, so its kinda hard to see a difference in his fighting style compared to say Ultraman for example. Im putting Beam since although contrary to what promotional materials say that the M87 Ray is the "strongest" beam in the universe, I at least believe that its still his defining ability amongst the Ultra Brothers

Seven: Ultra Psychokinesis

Even while as a human, he was able to lift an entire kaiju up using this ability

Jack: Ultra Psychokinesis + Ultra Lance (weapon specialist)

He used the first ability to prevent a tsunami thay was hundreds of meters high, second needs no introduction

Ace: Beam specialist

Needs no further elaboration

Taro: All-in-one

It was literally shown multiple times throughout canon that he demonstrates the ability of all the Ultra Brothers in some way shape or form. Has mastered the fighting styles of all the members and in Ginga S, its confirmed that he can even copy their own finishers

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Overall, its also quite hard to distinguish the first few members especially because they also demonstrate similar abilities as well

As for how would they coordinate their skills together? We literally already have the answer that was shown to us back in UGF2 where all 6 fought against Juda and Mold Spectre haha. That scene can show far better than I can ever describe in words.

Imo, thats definitely one of the best fight scenes of the franchise and we NEED more group fight scenes like that

Thanks for the question!

[snippychicke]

For Sake of a Smile V.2 Chapter Twenty-Two

So, mobile tumblr won't let me copy and past my usual template here. I will come back later and make this all pretty, but I wanted to finally get this pisted for those who.endured and waited so long for me to try and get my life together (which... it's not, but it's on the mend I think.)

I want to thank everyone who has been with me during the progression of this story; thos since the beginning and those who joined later. To all of you, I thank you so much. Your words, encouragements, and even the like have helped me through dark moments.

But.enough of me waxing on, have the final chapter of this chapter of our story with Shichiro and the rest of the Netherworld. This is by no means the end of the entire story, just this arc.

Content warning: explicit sexy times ahead. The whole NSFW mature peeps only, explicitly not for minors deal.

Size kink, but otherwise rather vanilla. Some awkward moments because these two are sweet shy things, but they communicate through it!

You had squealed with laughter when Shichiro had adjusted his grip, bringing your legs up to carry you bridal style as he more or less marched swiftly from the Rite. When he extended his wings and took to the air as soon as there was open sky above, your laughter was mixed with delighted fear that roused something primal - instinctive - in him.

Granted, at this point that part of him was guiding all of his thoughts and actions. After all, you had said yes. Shichiro could still hardly believe it; his heart thrummed with excitement, feeling so powerful he was certain you could hear it from where your head was pressed against his chest.

You wanted to come to his home. To see his nest.

You loved him. You loved him.

His Intended, the one he wanted to bind himself to for all eternity, loved him.

Part way in the flight back to his home, a small quiet voice spoke from the back of his mind and asked a question that sharply brought his rationale back. As much as he wanted you, what was he going to do once he reached his home? You were human, so weak and defenseless. He couldn't let instinct alone guide him, otherwise….

He could scare you.

He could hurt you.

He could kill you.

And if he couldn't let instinct take the lead, did he even know what to do? How to bring you pleasure? What if he messed this up? After all, you were human. While you had discussed human courtship rituals and such, it had never progressed into human mating customs.

While he knew humans and demons could interbreed - according to historical documents, at least - all that meant was there was genetic compatibility. Nothing about if the two species were aroused by the same things. After all, most of those accounts took place when demons were in their Origins. When love had rarely been a part of a demon's life. Lust and greed had fueled their actions then.

Shichiro mentally shook himself. He was just overthinking this. You loved him. You enjoyed kissing despite his disfigurement - you seemed to like it when he allowed his hands to wander. He had sensed your arousal on more than one occasion. And he had seemed to bring you pleasure the time he…ate you out.

It would be fine. It had to be fine. Right?

Oh Devi, what had he been thinking?

--+--

You doubted you would ever get used to the sensation of flying. Even though Shichiro was holding you tight against his chest - and you fully trusted that he would never drop you - there was still that flutter of fear as you watched the world blur beneath you, the wind making it too loud to talk.

Yet you couldn't even lie to yourself that it was the sole reason that your heart was pounding. You were so used to having to control yourself and refrain whenever things became just faintly spicy between you and your demon partner.

The thought that you could finally maybe have a chance to act on your feelings - to do more than quick kisses and mild petting - had you more than a little excited.

This was definitely the best birthday gift ever. Even if things didn't go all the way, being able to take your time and explore each other was a blessing in itself.

Dead wasteland suddenly changed into a lush forest beneath you; looking as wild and untamed as the jungle used for the Harvest festival. You couldn't see anything beneath the dense canopy, but Shichiro obviously knew where he was going. A slight shift was your only warning as he quickly descended towards the jungle, a magic barrier protecting you from the tree limbs as he dove through the canopy, the bright day becoming as dark as twilight.

Soft light broke the gloom, and soon you could see a rather picturesque cottage nestled in a small clearing covered in vines. A bit larger than what you would call small - but considering Shichiro's height, it was likely on the cozy side for him.

Of all the places you could imagine him living…this actually made the most sense. Out in the wilderness, where he could study to his heart's content - unlike the dorms the rest of the teachers lived in.

Shichiro opened the large wooden door easily despite still carrying you in his arms. Anticipation built as he carried you over the threshold; lights automatically flaring to life via magic, revealing a cozy sitting area, books cases lining the majority of the room, and yet more vines covering the ceiling much like his prep room back at Babyls.

"...would you like some tea?" Shichiro asked as he set you down before awkwardly taking a step back, confusing you.

"I-uh, yeah? Sure?" You answered automatically; your brain trying to make sense of the sudden change. This wasn't how you expected things to go. Heck, it wasn't even normal compared to his usual behavior of not knowing what personal space was.

Before you could even think about approaching this odd behavior, Shichiro quickly disappeared into what you presumed was the kitchen, leaving you mentally reeling and alone. But you couldn't appreciate the coziness of the place, or how easily you could feel at home here. Not when you were trying to figure out what had changed.

It had taken some time to travel here. Had… had he changed his mind? Did he rethink his decision during the flight, and decide that things had been progressing too fast? Did you make him feel awkward, somehow? Was he just nervous? After all - while he was always touching you in some way when you were in the same room, it was rarely anything that could be sensual. You had always been the one to initiate any other kind of affection, though he had seemed to eagerly consent and follow your lead, pushing boundaries once things had started.

Obviously just standing there and thinking wasn't going to garner any answers, nor did you want to let the awkwardness fill the space anymore than it already did. Even if he had rethought things, avoidance wasn't going to do either of you any good. People always said that communication was key in relationships, and you fervently wanted this relationship to succeed.

So you gathered your courage and followed him through the vine-covered doorway; The kitchen matched the rest of the home, looking like the forest had somehow invaded inside. Shichiro had already placed a kettle over what looked like a clay stove, and with a slight gesture a fire sparked to life within the hearth.

But then he just stood there, staring at the flickering fire as his fists rhythmically clenched and unclenched. Not at all like his usual self, even when he was lost in thought which made your worry grow.

"Shichiro?" You voiced softly. It was easy to see his muscles tense further before he turned to face you, looking rather sheepish.

"I'm sorry. I didn't…" He mumbled as his hands fiddled with one another. "I'm not sure what to do."

You bit back a smile as you gave an internal sigh of relief. You quickly breached the space between you and reached out to wrap your hand around his arm.

"There's no pressure," You said quietly, offering a soft smile as he looked down at you. "I don't have any expectations. I just wanted to be with you, alone, so if things happen, they can… happen. But if you're uncomfortable and would rather just hang out, that's fine by me too."

The color in his cheeks darkened as he glanced away. "It's not… it's not that. I've wanted this for so long that this feels unreal. Yet I'm also worried that I'll screw things up somehow. I haven't done anything like this before, and you mean so much to me."

You hesitated before you reached up and undid the clasp of his mask. It clattered against the counter nearby as you cupped his face, stroking his scarred skin gently with your thumb. He leaned into the gesture--as he always did, hungry to be touched, to feel affection. His dark eyes met yours, so full of warmth, love, and need it left you breathless.

"I meant it when I said I love you," You reassured him softly. "Nothing's going to change that. We'll just talk to each other if something's not quite right."

That seemed to soothe any lingering worries as he leaned down to kiss you. A series of soft, sweet kisses that were maybe a little on the hesitant side, but you counted it as a win. Especially as his hands took their preferred place at your hips, thumbs circling along the curve of your hips and waist.

You nipped lightly at his lower lip, trying to deepen the kiss. You were met with a soft, almost playful growl, his grip tightening as he obliged. His tongue brushed your lips, and you eagerly accepted.

You wondered if it was demons in general who seemed to have larger - almost prehensile tongues - or if that was just part of Shichiro. Just like his skinship habit, he seemed eager and needy to explore and feel whatever he could.

And when you needed a breath, his focus went to your neck. Large teeth gently scraped against the delicate skin, followed by ruined lips and tongue to soothe the slight sting. Your fingers dug into his shirt as you shifted to allow him easier access, barely biting back a whine.

There was something to be said about having a large, powerful demon who could easily hurt you be so tender and loving.

The whistling of the kettle interrupted the moment, bringing you both back to reality. You groaned faintly, annoyed that even here you were being interrupted. "Were you interested in that tea, or…?" Shichiro asked, his voice husky as he continued with his attention to your neck.

"I'm actually more interested in seeing this 'nest' of yours," You answered honestly, and saw a spark light up in his dark eyes; the same one he developed when he found an interesting topic.

It wasn’t quite what you were aiming for, but it was still an improvement from the awkwardness of earlier.

"A demon's nest is a very… special thing," He started as his arms shifted to wrap around your waist comfortably. "A demon will usually build one specifically for their future mate's comfort in mind, since it's part of the courtship process. While I hadn’t originally created it with any mate in mind, I have tried to add things recently that I thought you would enjoy. I may not be quite a human expert yet, but I know you enjoy soft surfaces, warmth, and something to cuddle into."

You bit your lip as you smiled. He knew that much about you already? How did you get this lucky? "Well then?" You asked, fingertips drifting down his arms in what you hoped was a seductive manner.

Without any warning, Shichiro picked you up as if you were nothing, his large hands cupping your backside as you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist. Your cry of surprise became laughter as he carried you back through the sitting room to another doorway, this one leading to his bedroom.

More bookcases filled with books, but also a desk filled with art supplies and an unfinished picture book. But the bed - his nest - took up the majority of the room.

It was indeed a nest; a circle of branches chaotically woven together in a circular shape. Except it was large enough to easily fit a couple of people his size - with some room to spare. But despite it being so different from what you considered to be a normal bed, it still seemed inviting as the center was piled with plush blankets and pillows. You noticed a lot of your favorite colors and patterns among the blankets, making you smile.

He really had been paying more attention than you thought.

Shichiro slowly lowered you to stand on your own before he took a step back to silently encourage you forwards. You didn't hesitate before stepping closer to taking a better look, noticing long silver strands of hair and green feathers among the woven branches, filling in gaps and holes to keep it warm.

You bent to feel the piled blankets, but the corset-like vest of your dress dug into your stomach - reminding you of its presence. You probably could find a way to kneel down, but… well, you were feeling impish. And maybe more than a little... needy.

You stood up, and without looking towards Shichiro, tried to reach around to the fastenings of the corset-like binder that were tied in the back. A sharp breath informed you he had noticed, making your stomach twist pleasantly.

“Would you help me?" You asked as you looked over your shoulder towards Shichiro, whose face had turned red, his eyes glued to your back.

"H-help?" He choked out, his hands clenching at his sides as if he was trying to hold himself back.

"With the lacing. I mean, as beautiful as it is, it does make it hard to bend over to see if your nest is as comfy as it looks," You explained, possibly with a bit exaggerated innocence just to tease him. "Plus this thing has been getting rather bothersome."

Shichiro offered no words but you could see him swallow thickly before silently stepping closer. His large hands spread across your back as he studied the intricate pattern Opera had assisted with earlier that morning. Your attention was torn between Shichiro's breath ghosting over your neck and the feeling of his fingers tugging at the knots.

Despite how lightly Opera had tied the binder, there was still a sense of relief as he slowly undid the loops and loosened the laces. You raised your arms, and Shichiro obliged the silent request to pull the binder off. While you were still fully dressed, there was a decided lack of support to your breasts as well as the rest of the curves of your body, making you feel somewhat exposed.

There was no denying the warmth pooling in your lower stomach as you stretched purposefully before stepping into the nest. You lowered yourself to your knees before falling into the pile of softness that awaited.

Sweet devi, it was better than even the plush bed Sullivan had gifted you. Soft, warm, and smelling like Shichiro himself-- like the thick woods, old books, and a fair bit of musk. You could easily imagine snuggling underneath a few of the covers, feeling warm and secure as you fell asleep.

But - there were other things on your mind right now.

You rolled onto your back, grinning at Shichiro who was still holding the binder, his face a deep red color while his eyes were nothing but dark pits as he watched you intently. "Join me?" You offered with your best attempt at a sultry voice.

Shichiro didn’t even hesitate before dropping the garment and yielding to your request. His towering form hunched carefully over yours, making you feel pinned. His forearms bore his weight on either side of your shoulders while his knees straddled your legs.

"What are your thoughts?" He asked, his voice a deep rumble as his hands carefully cradled your head, his fingers mindlessly playing with your hair.

"I highly approve,” You answered, closing the distance between your lips and his for a small kiss. "One-hundred percent."

That apparently was the right answer as he chased after your lips and captured them for an eager and almost demanding kiss. It easily stole your breath as he parted your lips with his tongue, delving into your mouth and pulling yours back into that instinctive dance.

There were no students mulling about, no impending bells or classes to oversee. No well meaning but daunting fathers or Opera lurking nearby. No kettle’s whistling to break the moment. Which meant you could fully lose yourself, eagerly meeting his kisses. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer and tangling your fingers in his hair.

Kissing Shichiro had always been different, but you had quickly adjusted to his large fangs and ruined lips. But - you belatedly realized your previous kisses had been tame, where he had purposefully been soft and gentle.

A hungry, lust filled Shichiro was very different as he bit you with those same oversized fangs that usually were so careful. Not enough to seriously hurt, but still stole your breath and made you more viscerally aware of how powerful - how dangerous - he truly could be.

Especially as his mouth moved to target your neck, reminding you how small you were in comparison to him. Soft moans and whimpers escaped your lips as he dragged his teeth and tongue along the sensitive skin. You didn't even think before your fingers tailed down and dug into his back, right between his shoulder blades.

It took a short moment for you to realize why he suddenly froze, though as soon as you did you quickly released your grip. "Shit, I'm sorry," You apologized quickly as he sagged against you, the sudden tension in his muscles dissipating. You were well aware wing bases were delicate, but had completely lost yourself in the moment.

You had just hoped you didn't do any actual harm.

"It's fine," He reassured, meeting your worried gaze with a smile before kissing you softly. "It just surprised me, that's all."

The soft sweet kisses soothed your own worries, teasing you back into the mood. Gently - purposefully - you traced your fingers up and down his back, and could feel him groan against your lips.

Wing bases - after all, were very sensitive areas. Easily injured, but also easily teased and toyed with. Not necessarily erogenous zones, but close to it.

Or according to the books Raim leant you; ones that you hid from everyone else in the manor but had been reading quite extensively in private.

You tugged at his shirt in a silent question, your mouth too occupied to voice anything as it meshed with his, but Shichiro quickly complied. His lips parted from yours just long enough as he pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside carelessly before his lips were against your once more.

Thick, hard muscles pressed against your hands as you explored the exposed skin. It always amazed you how strong - how large he was; his arms alone were easily twice the size of yours. And you would be lying if you denied you had always been attracted to the massive muscles of his chest. But what you hadn't been expecting was the tuffs of soft downy feathers and small hard scales scattered along his chest and abdomen where a human man would have hair.

It made sense, of course - but you still hadn't expected it.

There were more small feathers and scales around his wing base between his shoulders from what you could feel. You gently played and combed your fingers through the feathers, teasing the sensitive skin and feeling the muscles twitch and ripple in reflex.

Shichiro swore your name, causing a cheshire grin to cross your face. There was a dangerous look to his dark eyes as he met your gaze, which only deepened as he realized you knew you had been purposefully teasing him.

"My little minx," He growled, nipping once more at your neck, making you gasp in surprise and pleasure as his lips soothed the small mark. "You should be more careful, else you might end up with something more than you bargained for." He continued alternating between soft bites and soothing kisses along both sides of your neck until you were squirming with a desire for more.

You wanted those rough lips and gentle fangs teasing other parts of your body; your breasts, your stomach, thighs….

"How fond are you of this dress?" He murmured huskily after soft whines started to escape your throat and you were moments away from begging. It took your mind a long moment to function enough to piece together his question into something meaningful - especially as his hands on your thigh slipped beneath your skirt to explore your bare leg. Even with his gloves still on, you could feel his sharp nails as he stroked and squeezed, hand nearly encompassing your whole leg.

"I mean, it's rather pretty," You answered distractedly.

"Beautiful," He agreed, sounding just as distracted. "Devi, you looked so beautiful today. Every day." He traded the nips for a harsher bite and sucking the skin, making you gasp and arch into him, your fingers digging into his shoulder, this time more conscious of where. “You make it so hard to concentrate on anything else.”

In a quick series of movements - before you could barely register what was going on - Shichiro pulled away and shifted into a sitting position, before pulling you up from your back to sit on his lap, your legs straddling his wide lap. His lips met yours once more, and you were hazily aware of his fingers working on fastenings in the back of your dress before he helped pull it over your head, forcing your lips to part with his.

You were eager to resume kissing, but his hands gripped your waist lightly, his eyes focused on your body as he drank in your mostly-nude form; both the pieces you appreciated, as well as the flaws. A sliver of self-consciousness settled in your heart as he continued to stare, his gloved hands carefully running over your skin.

Did his gaze linger on your own scars like yours did when you looked in the mirror, or did he quickly accept them just like you accepted his? Did he secretly disapprove of your body weight that you struggled with, or did he love it as much as you love his thick form?

His hands cupped one of your breasts, ending your thoughts and making you bite your lip to stop the pleading whine from escaping. Your nipple quickly stiffened more as his thumb lazily drew circles around it, taking great delight in studying both your body's reaction as well as the expressions on your face.

You couldn't restrain the instinct to arch you back, body aching for more. "Feel good?" Shichiro asked huskily, the deep scratchiness of his voice only adding to your desire.

"Y-yeah," You replied as he pressed more firmly, squeezing your breast rhythmically in time with his thumb teasing your nipple. Your own hands settled against the firm muscles of his abdomen, teasing the downy feathers and leathery scales peppering his skin. "I-I like that."

Shichiro pulled you closer, shifting both of you so he could reach your nipple with his mouth.

The noise that escaped your mouth was obscene, fingers digging into his shoulder and hair. While his scar prevented him from latching on and really sucking, the way he played and rolled the sensitive flesh with his teeth and tongue quickly compensated for that fact.

The hand that wasn't teasing your other breast trailed down your spine, tracing the groove down your back before finally cupping your backside, squeezing and massaging the supple flesh there.

Between his mouth and hands, you were soon rutting against him, feeling the large bulge in his pants becoming firmer as you whined in desperation, calling and pleading his name.

His fingers slipped between your legs, rubbing against the fabric of your panties against your core, making you gasp both with pleasure - and at the realization of how wet you were.

"Please," You whined. "I-I want more."

His fingers slipped around the moist fabric of your underwear and dragged between your folds, teasing your clit. "Like this?"

"Mhmm." You bit your lip as you rubbed yourself along his large fingers, any sense of self reservation lost. His two fingers alone spread your lower lips wide apart and felt like heaven when they teased both your opening and clit.

"Even with my gloves on I can tell how wet you are," He groaned, lips moving to your neck and shoulder. "It'd be so easy to slip a finger inside."

Your walls clenched at his words. "Devi, please Shichiro. Do it."

He teased for a moment longer, causing you to be on the verge of begging again before he finally relented.

And oh, devi - you had forgotten how full and thick just one finger felt, gently dipping and stretching your entrance. Even as wet as you were, there was a slight bite of friction as he pressed inside.

Shichiro grounded out your name. "Fuck. You're so tight and wet. I never thought…" He trailed off, but you were too lost as he started to move his finger, slowly pumping it in and out, each time going a little deeper. You were far too lost to have any shame about the fact your hips rocked in time with his fingers, chasing every small brush against that inner spot that made pleasure shoot through your body. "Would… Can I add a second?"

Fuck. "Yes, devi yes," Was your breathless reply. How could you express how much you wanted-- you needed-- more. A second finger or his cock, you needed him.

There was a slight hint of pain as he inserted a second finger, making your whine both of pleasure and discomfort. But damn if you didn’t feel so full, his fingers hitting that spot deep inside while his thumb continued to rub gentle circles against your clit. He didn't press any deeper, but held his hand still and allowed you to essentially fuck yourself with his hand so you could take the combined girth at your own pace.

You held onto his shoulders and arms for leverage as you rocked against him, moaning and panting against him as he stretched and hit every delicious spot you had. You could feel that pleasure building in your lower stomach, your walls clenching tight as Shichiro started praising you. “Such a good girl, look how pretty you are. So much better than any dream.”

Yet no matter how quick or hard you moved, that pleasure hit a plateau just short of bliss, and quickly grew into frustration as your orgasm was held just out of reach.

"Devi, Shichiro," You whined as you lowered yourself all the way until his knuckles were flushed against your lower parts, your eyes opening to meet his hooded gaze. "Please. I need you so bad."

"I don't want to hurt you," He admitted, voice betraying his own want; both husky yet tight with need. He pressed his face in the curve of your shoulder, curling his fingers and moving them just enough to make you whine. "I want… I want you so bad, you're so small and tight and perfect but I…"

Despite the torture of his fingers just resting inside you, the lack of friction causing your body to scream out with need, you gently guided him to meet your gaze.

His eyes were so dark, lust and an almost feral look in them that he seemed to be struggling with. Some dark part of you wondered if you could get him to release that pent up energy. To lose all control and just take what he needed without care.

"You're not going to hurt me," You reassured, petting his face softly. "I'm not as fragile as you think I am, and Devi, I want you, Shichiro. But, if you don't want to take that step…"

The hand that had been bracing your back gripped tighter, his eyes flashing with some warning look that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "No. I… Are you sure I won't hurt you?"

You smiled triumphantly. "I'll tell you if you do, okay?"

That seemed to ease his worries, though to your dismay also meant he removed his fingers from your cunt, making you whine despite yourself.

Though watching him lick the moisture that stained his gloves was arousing in its own way. You could taste yourself on his tongue as his lips caught yours shortly afterwards as he laid you back into the nest, his hands easily slipping your underwear off.

What you didn't expect was his kisses to trail downwards, licking and kissing a winding path down your body. He easily shifted your hips, throwing your legs over his wide shoulders as he buried his face against you.

You cursed as you gripped the bedding beneath you, back arching as that long thick tongue penetrated you, his fangs pressing and rubbing deliciously against your clit. His name was repeated like a mantra as you grinded down on him, feeling pressure build in your loins from the impending climax.

Shichiro took one of your hands, gently prying it from the blanket and guiding it to grip his hair instead. The groan of pleasure vibrated from his mouth to your center, making you shake even more. You could tell you were close - so very close - and Shichiro must have noticed as well as he pressed even deeper, slipping his fingers inside, curling them as if he knew exactly where to press.

You were vaguely aware of screaming as your body spasmed, unable to really comprehend anything but the bliss and pleasure coursing through you. That, and Shichiro still between your legs, hungrily drinking every drip of moisture he could find.

Just when you thought you might have to beg for him to stop, he pulled away; that long tongue of his licking the moisture that glistened in the light. And the way he was looking at you, as if you were the most beautiful thing he had seen.

He- he was the most beautiful thing, in both Earth and the Netherworld; dark eyes framed by silver hair that fell in waves around his face.

Shichiro called your name, causing you to realize you had been staring. "If that was too much…"

Oh hell no. While yes - that climax had proved to be the best in your life, you were far from satisfied. You refused to be satisfied until he had felt the same bliss he had given you.

"No," You quickly assured him, pulling him back to you so you could capture his lips again in a deep kiss. "Just couldn't help but admire the view."

He huffed a faint laugh, though any argument was cut short as you wrapped your legs around his, pulling him closer. Shichiro groaned as you grinded against the hard bulge in his pants, his hips moving of their own accord in time with yours.

"Are you sure?" He managed to ground out between gasps and moans. "You're--Devi-- so small, and I-I don't want to hurt you."

"I haven't been so sure of anything in my life," You whispered back, feeling the tension of arousal building once more.

His grip left your hips, followed shortly by the rustle of fabric. You broke the kiss and looked down in anticipation, need mixed in with curiosity. Your gaze was met with his very large and pronounced member. It looked human in nearly every aspect except the soft scales like his forearms. But then you noticed his thick hips and thighs were covered in the same deep green feathers as his wings.

You had imagined he had feathers just from the times you had brushed against his pants in mostly-innocent situations, but it was still a surprise to see your imagination hadn't been far from the mark.

Shichiro's hand grazed his cock, bringing you attention back to it. It was as large as you expected to be; both thick and long, with precum leaking from its tip. "Are you still sure?"

You loved him more than the Netherworld, but he was so hesitant at times when he thought he would hurt you despite your insistence you weren't glass.

"You have no idea how badly I want you, Shichiro," You growled as you grabbed him and pulled him back down to you. "I will find a way to push you over and ride you if I have to, I swear to Devi."

He groaned against you, either from the mental image or just the feeling of his cock rubbing your lower lips. "You'll tell me if I hurt you?"

Instead of answering, you reassured him with a kiss while your hand slipped between you, easily finding his member and helping it slip between your folds and finding your entrance.

Even after all the preparation he had given you, you knew the first time he entered would probably be akin to being split wide open. You bit your lip as he penetrated, refusing to let an ounce of discomfort show as he gradually entered.

You took a few breaths, letting your body relax. "That's my little vixen," Shichiro murmured, pressing small kisses to your neck. "My perfect little human, letting me have you like this. I want to make you feel as good as I do."

He slowly started to move as you returned his kisses, becoming more certain himself as your soft gasps were tinted with pleasure and not pain.

You quickly forgot about the momentary discomfort as you began to rock your hips in time with his slow thrusts. His girth easily dragged along every sensitive spot, and soon the room was filled with moans and the slick sound of him becoming quicker and less gentle with his thrusts.

His fingers dug into your hips as he quickly started fucking you in earnest, soft growls and groans rumbling from his chest. You couldn't even spare a thought, too lost in the bliss of his cock pounding into you. You could feel your own orgasm quickly approaching once more and dug your fingers in his shoulders as you simply tried to hold on.

"Are you close?" He growled after a moment between thrusts, and it took a moment to decipher what he meant before you fervently nodded your head, the ability to form words lost. "Good. I want you to come as I fill you up. Can you do that?"

You would do anything for this demon, with coming on his cock the easiest of feats. Hearing him ask despite the new harsh growl to his voice paired with sharp quick thrusts sent you over the edge, making you dig your nails into him as you screamed his name.

His thrusts became even more wild and erratic, sending you even higher until with one last thrust - your name a swear on his lips - he came inside you, quickly filling you to the brim with his seed.

Full. You felt so full you swore you felt some of it leak out as he moved to pull out. You were too lost in bliss to really care about the mess you surely were, your mind unable to hold on to a thought for more than a moment. You had imagined this moment so many times; but once again, reality triumphed over your fantasies.

You came back to reality with Shichiro whispering little sweet nothings in your ear between soft, lazy kisses; his fingers threading through your hair as he held you close to his chest. Gingerly, you moved to face him, meeting his dark eyes and tracing the strong edge of his jaw.

You… you could really see yourself being with him for the rest of the foreseeable future. It was like when you realized that the Netherworld was more of a home than Earth had ever been. Or when it hit you that Sullivan, Iruma, and Opera were your family.

Shichiro was a perfect complement to you. A life with him sounded like heaven - even if you were in literal hell.

--+--

You woke up being cuddled tightly against Shichiro, his gloved fingers gently running along your bare skin. Your body aching from the activities of the night before, but at the same time you felt rather… good.

No, you felt wonderful. You stretched as much as you could against Shichiro, shifting so you could face him. His eyes were half open, obviously feeling just as sleepy and lazy as you, his hair tousled messily in the dull morning light.

But his smile… It somehow made everything even better. Soft and gentle, without a hint of self-consciousness. It was as perfect as a smile could be.

"Good morning," He greeted, voice still rough with sleep. "Are you feeling okay? You're not hurt, are you?"

Your smile grew as you pressed soft kisses to his lips, scar, and teeth. "Not at all. I feel amazing this morning."

He offered no reply, but was apparently quite happy to simply lay there, returning your kisses. His hand continued to wander along your body, still gloved yet you could feel just a hint of the points of his nails as his fingers dragged down your waist and hips.

Your own hands began to wander, teasing the fine feathers and scales along his chest as your body began to warm. Memories of last night - finally fulfilling your day dreams - did little to quench the desire in you. If anything, it made it even more tempting to give in.

A soft growl escaped Shichiro's throat as his lips moved to your neck, becoming more forceful.

It was a good thing neither of you had plans today.

--+--

Or, so you had thought.

Mid morning and you had finally left the nest of blankets and pillows, giving in and admitting you definitely needed to clean yourself. And as tempting as the thought of Shichiro joining you in the shower, you weren't sure your body was ready for yet another round.

After a hot shower, you felt like you could take on the Netherworld. Even with the same pair of underwear from yesterday, though you had traded the dress for one of Shichiro's tops. Honestly, you literally swam in the dark fabric, but figured it was okay for now.

Going home would be a different matter, but you pushed that thought aside for now.

"...sorry, things kinda slipped my mind," You heard Shichiro's voice echoing through the cottage. "Well, there was a demonic rite for one of my students and their mother, who, uh, well…"

He trailed off as you entered the kitchen. The smell of food greeted you, making your stomach rumble, but your attention was focused on Shichiro. His eyes were traveling slowly over your body, the phone in his hand virtually forgotten. You could faintly hear a voice calling his name, so you gestured to it. He snapped out of the spell, blushing deeply.

"No! I-I'm still here, mother. I'm sorry, I was distracted. By what? Well, uh… no, it wasn't another new creature or anything. No, she's, well…"

"She?!" His mother screeched delightedly, loud enough you could hear and Shichiro had pulled the phone away quickly with a wince. "Dear, dear! Little Shichiro has a female over! In his home!"

You couldn't repress your giggles as Shichiro blushed even more, groaning with embarrassment. You wrapped your arms around his, trying to be silently reassuring. He buried his face against the top of your head, taking in a deep breath.

"Are you involved then? Is it a serious relationship?" She continued excitedly, still loud enough to hear now that you were closer.

"Yeah," Shichiro breathed as he shifted so he could wrap his free arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

His mother squealed happily. "Oh my devi! I can't believe it! You must bring her over!"

It was your turn to freeze. Meet his parents? He had told you stories of course and they sounded like wonderful… people? Demons?

Either way, the fact remained. You had never really had a relationship before that had really progressed to this point. You never had met your partner's family, let alone wanted to impress them.

Because Shichiro loved his parents, and if you really were going to be in a long term commitment, you really wanted them to like you.

"Today?" He answered slowly as your mind turned with its newfound realization. "I'm not sure…her family is likely anxious for her to return."

He was right. Other than your guilty texts to Iruma, you had sent just a quick text last night to both Sullivan and Opera assuring them you were fine and staying with Shichiro (and receiving winky face emojis from both of them in reply). And now, in the face of day, you could only imagine their reactions.

They wouldn't be angry, or ashamed. Knowing those two and how they had been encouraging you two along…

They were going to be ecstatic.

Sullivan was going to ask about grandbabies.

Opera likely had a whole dinner planned to celebrate.

"As long as I have time to change," you offered as you looked up at him. "I would love to."

Meet Shichiro's parents versus facing your own family? It was like being between a rock and a hard place, but you wanted to make a good impression. Your family had known Shichiro longer than you, it seemed unfair somehow that you hadn't met his family yet.

Shichiro glanced up at the clock with a thoughtful expression. "Would you and father be agreeable to a late lunch?" He offered, and you could hear his mother squeal happily.

"Absolutely! Oh, that will give me time to prepare some extra dishes. Does she have a large appetite? Any favorite dishes or dislikes?"

"No," He replied while cupping your face, his gaze so soft and warm you felt like you could melt in it. "I really hope you'll love her as much as I do."

His mother gasped, and you vaguely remembered how special that term was to demons courting. Truthfully, it was a bit hard to think straight with him looking down at you as if you were The Most Precious Thing in the Netherworld, his thumb rubbing circles along your cheek.

"Dear, if she is that special to you, I am sure we'll love her as well."

After saying his goodbyes, Shichiro set the phone down before kissing you softly. "Thank you. I know it's sudden, but…"

"I know how much your parents mean to you," You answered between kisses. "Besides, you met my father and Opera, long ago, before they were even family. So I suppose it's overdue."

Shichiro didn't reply, too lost in the kiss, and to be honest, you were quickly forgetting everything else as well. Especially as he picked you and set you on the counter, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist.

The kettle began to scream, bringing you back to reality once more. Both of you were rather short of breath as you broke apart, Shichiro resting his forehead against yours as his hands roamed your bare hips and thighs.

"I suppose you do want the tea this morning?"

"I would," You agreed with a slight laugh. "And some of that breakfast. I don't know about you, but I worked up quite an appetite."

--+-- Su-Ki-Ma --+--

The Demonic Rites eventually ended late in the evening, leaving Iruma exhausted as he flopped back on his bed. Celebrating his birthday with you back on Earth had been more than he could have asked for as a child; but today - celebrating his Demonic Rites with both his new family and friends - had probably been one of the best days of his life. It had served as a huge reminder of how much his life had changed.

He had a family that dearly loved him, and would do anything to make him happy. All they expected from him was for him to be him. To do his best at school, sure - but there was no pressure either for good grades.

Which made him strive even harder.

And then his friends, his classmates… he never had the chance to make bonds with others his age before, so it was still rather hard to believe. Especially with friends like Az and Clara, who truly felt like they were his soulmates; he couldn't imagine being without them.

Just like he couldn't imagine his life without you in it. Yet he wasn't oblivious or innocent; not when his classmates were all too happy to gossip about the circumstances leading to Balam carrying you away.

And he was happy - elated - about you two being together, and maybe even making a family together. And you had reassured him in the past that no matter what happened, he was going to be a part of it.

But the reality that it could still upset how his life was now still weighed on him. There was the very real possibility you might want to live with Professor Balam - which meant moving out from grandpa's mansion... Which meant not seeing Grandpa and Opera everyday.

Or… would Balam be agreeable to moving? In the human realm - from what he could remember - that wasn't typical, but what about here?

He should ask Az and Clara; they would know, right?

His phone pinged several times in quick succession, drawing him out of his thoughts. He picked it up while new messages kept showing up, all of them from you.

//I am so sorry about leaving without saying anything!!!!//

//Happy Birthday! And I'm sorry I missed your real birthday!//

//I'll remember next year, promise!//

//Anyways, I'm going to stay the night with Shichiro//

//but//

//I love you and I am thankful that you're in my life. Being your adopted mother is one of the greatest joys of my life. No matter what, I will always be proud of you//

//goodnight!//

There were several kissy emojis, making Iruma smile. Change… wasn't necessarily bad. Just because things were great now didn't mean they still couldn't be better.

He remembered how stressed you had been back on earth to try and care for him. How you tried to be like a mom, yet not call out how horrible of a mother his real one was - since back then he hadn't been able to recognize how terrible his birth family was. Whenever someone tried to point it out, he made excuse after excuse to rationalize how he had been treated.

But now he had realized the bitter truth. The woman that gave birth to him literally hadn't cared at all about his wellbeing.

You did, you always had. You followed him into hell because of how much you loved him.

And you deserved to have the same happiness he felt. Of finding a place to belong. And if Professor Balam brought you that happiness and sense of belonging, Iruma was elated.

Whatever came, he'd support you just as much as you supported him.

[space-dog-500]

The more I think about the whole bringing back Dinotrux the more worried I get.

like, what if they decite to completely change the show? like, the designs of the characters, the art style or the tone. they could do that. especially after 6 years have passed and many fans have moved on since then anyway. Plus the show was never that popular to begin with. I mean, it didn't do poorly either. It just did ok. (otherwise they would have probably canceled it.) they might try to get a new audience. maybe aim it at a even younger children and try to copy more popular shows. I mean the original book the show was based on was aimed at pre-schoolers and I have heard they originally wanted it to be aimed at pre-schoolers but later changed it (tho I couldn't find anything that supports that claim, some one just told me that). The books were simple picture books with some short flavour text in them that just described each dinotrux species and what they were like. There was no real story.

and yes, the dinotrux looked very different.

there were also humans too.

My guess is that they got rid of humans because animating humans in 3D was just too costly, so they focused more on the trux themself. Which personally I'm totally fine with. Speaking of the books.

In one of them we see them in our present day stuck in museums and they break free because they feel mistreated by the humans and seak revenge.

Honestly, if they did add humans I wish they used the premise of this book for the show. that would be awesome. xD They probably would change it a bit to have D-Structs try to destroy the city and Ty and his friends would try to stop him and save the humans. But yea, if they say it's a season 6 and not another dinotrux spin-off series I don't think that's what they gonna do. tho, its not in development yet so a lot could still change. Or maybe they could use that Revenge of the Dinortux plot for a movie one day. if that new season does well enough they might do more. But that's just wishful thinking I believe. They never gonna make a movie. It would have to do REALLY well to deserve a movie.

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→ triggering moments (such as trauma)

→gaslight

→manipulation

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Chapter 1:

𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞♥︎ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝐱 𝐈𝐬𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐢'𝐝 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞r

Before in-game events!

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This will be you off-screen, or outside world

And this is what is happening on-screen, or should I call; in game.

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Ping!

Name: Hikari

Status: Acquaintance

Opinion: [redacted]

Hikari has a short black hair with white tips at the end. White skin tone. Blue crystal eyes

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'I can't believe this! It's actually real! I am in a relationship with Tartaglia! Wahh I could only squeal inside!!!'

"Ugh finally! That damn ginger was so hard to please!" You stretched your arms, clearly exhausted pressing buttons half the day!

Hikari was really happy getting into a relationship with the ginger. Even tho they've been dating for at least 2 months, she still hardly believed Tartaglia would want to date her.

"Girl, he ain't worth it if he thinks your ugly! Dump him!" You yelled at your screen. But wasn't it you who made her date him? Oh please I only did it for exp!

As Hikari went to the library to return her books, afraid of returning it too late as of the rumors says that the Librarian isn't all that lazy and carefree if it's overtime!

She saw a horrid sight, it was Tartaglia. Making out with another woman. The woman was all to familiar, afterall. Hikari had crossed paths with her alot of times, she wasn't all too friendly too. It was Yuri.

"I wasted all that time just to get cheated on...?" You mumbled, your eyes twitched out of irritation. How could this bastard of a ginger even take your precious time? So utterly ridiculous.

"Tartaglia...?" Hikari spoke up, earning the attention of the two. His ocean blue eyes widened as he saw his girlfriend crying tears. She still looked beautiful, whether she is crying or smiling.

She ran out of the library and Tartaglia was about to chase her, when someone held him back. It was Yuri. Yet again. He just glared daggers at her and slapped her grip away rather effortlessly. He went out off the library and ran as fast as he could to chase and keep up with you when...

He saw her with another man. She was crying (bricks) at the mans' shoulder and the man was clearly comforting her. The man noticed Tartaglia's brief presence and smirked at his face as a sign of mockery.

'Scaramouche.. you damn bastard... I'll kill you-!' Childe was erupting bloodlust and it was clearly visible. Cowering anyone who was near him in fear.

"Ooh some drama~!" You stated. With a hint of interest in the game you were watching.

"Shh~ shh~ now now, no need to cry over a man that's not worth it." The purple shortie wiped Hikari's crystal warm tears. He was using a facade. With a little bit of twist, and turns, she'll be his.

When Scaramouche took out his grasp, Childe immediately slipped her away from him. Resulting in his facade to break. He was glaring with pure hatred and despisal to the ginger.

"Hikari... I- I was drugged with an aphrodisiac in my drink, please. Please, forgive me. I didn't intend to hurt you!" He tried to reason out to Hikari,

"I knew something was off with Yuri, but- you wished that I would at least be her acquaintance! I granted your wish!" He got on his knees,throwing all his pride and ego away,

"And it ended up on you getting hurt. Yet it's still my fault, please. Please forgive me my love.." he was pleading for forgiveness. He loved you so much, so shouldn't you go and apologize to him like a dear angel you are?

You side-eyed the screen in an offensive way, "Nope. I'm not gonna forgive him if i was Hikari. Like, people make excuses just to make themselves feel better." You stated and placed your (skin color) fingers on your mouse,

"What makes him think that Hikari would trust him after making out with another woman? How foolish. Hikari is a class representative, she knows what's right and wrong. Don't make a fool of her." Your eyebrows were furrowed once you saw the options

The only two options;

"I understand, it was my fault to begin with. Forgive me Tartaglia."

"I forgive you Tartaglia, knowing you're a sweet guy of course you'll never do that!"

"This is bullshit."

Then after that. You saved the game there. You stood up. And went outside to touch some grass. Smh.,

(Ps. This is what I do if I don't like what's happening.)

*Beep beep*

Then you got hit by truck-kun and died.

The end 😴

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"Huh... My hands feel so little." Once you got a glance on your hands you immediately said that out loud.

"Seems that Ms. (L/N) (Y/N) is awake~" a seemingly flirty voice spoke out. It sounded so deep man.

"Wha... What..??" The truck that gave you brain damage, also damaged your braincells.

"You've been sleeping alot in my class lately, perhaps you'd like to meet me after school hmmm?" He snickered,

You finally got a glance at his face, he looked like a those bi manhwas dudes. (Long necks)

'Who the heck are you?' you thought. You tilted your head at the side.

"No." You just spoke randomly.

*Gasp*

*Gasp*

*Gasp*

Almost everyone gasped cause you rejected this hot ass mother fucker.

(I'm sorry for cursing omg)

'What'd I do???' you looked around. Anxiety reaching to the moon.

"why are you all looking at me like that?!" You gasped at your actions and immediately realized that you f-cked up.

You just sat down. You heard whispers. ;hehdhsyeiisyeodbakdgishskdgksisgsodywkduodskdg;

"Seriously why are you guys looking at me? I didn't do anything wrong did I? YOU GUYS ARE SOO MEANN!!!" you pulled an act.

Someone beside was just glancing at you. She knew you were acting. But she kept it a secret because she isn't a snitch!

She had black hair. It was long. And blue eyes.

'I'm an embarrassment to my parents. I seriously am.' you thought to yourself while in the middle of your facade

You were crying fake tears.

A character that you stole are characterized as for today! Or for these few chapters!

Chapter 2:

[whoredmode]

what do you think of shogo akuji? so far to me he's giving spoiled unfit heir to the throne but i have a feeling he has more depth or will rise to the occasion in some way

on a basic character level, shogo’s fine. not my fave from the sr2 antagonists and truthfully i find his dad more interesting but shogo still plays a vital role and has a some really interesting connections/implications to him.

i really love analyzing the akuji family itself and its larger role in stilwater as a whole, especially as it pertains to my canon. and i think shogo is actually a lot of fun to look at in this regard bc his attitude and actions ultimately do kinda foreshadow a larger issue going on w the akuji family itself that’ll get expanded upon more in my sriv and (especially) post-sriv story.

purely looking at him tho i mean. he’s fine. i like the contrast between him and his father, i like the juxtaposition of his and johnny’s personalities, and i think he may have my favorite death scene of the entire series. sorry if that’s spoilers but i mean. you know it’s coming. and it’s one of the best moments of the game.

on a larger level tho i love the akuji family itself. if you’ll indulge me…mostly copied from an old post but still…

i could talk all fucking day about my lore w the price-sharp family and the akuji family. we know canonically that the “buyers” referred to in sr1 by the rollerz are confirmed to be the akuji family (and i mean “family” referring to the yakuza family itself). it seems as if the price-sharp family and the akuji family have known each other for a long time, it’s just that this whole buying/selling parts thing is comparatively new to their arrangement. but for there to be THAT much trust says to me that this a decades-long relationship

the sharp family is an old money stilwater family. it seems they’ve had roots in the city for a long time, given the amount of money and influence they have (outside the fact they can fund an entirely new gang; sharp is canonically in charge of a lobby for hughes’ election). so i believe part of that power came from being a crime family, specifically financial crime. and w that, several decades before the start of sr1 (i’d guess probably around the 60s/70s), they made connections w the akuji family. this ended up becoming an extremely close arrangement that continued strong into modern day.

originally i believe the price-sharps started w financial crimes. more specifically, money laundering; the money itself probably came from gambling. this falls in line w both the rollerz running the pool hall, the casinos the ronin run in sr2, and, if you’ve read my extensive post on stilwater’s history, you’ll know that i believe the city itself has a long history of activities like that. so who’s to say one of the richest, oldest families in stilwater didn’t get their start back in the day through the gambling scene? later on, this money laundering expanded, now w money coming in from other ventures like front companies that dealt with finance and construction—think the suburb (ronin turf) construction in sr2.

and we know this isn’t the akuji family’s first time in stilwater. they’ve been coming here for years: 1) there’s several instances of NPC dialogue where they talk about having met kazuo many years ago, and 2) mr. wong, another longtime resident of stilwater, says that shogo killed his dog years ago. the way this is said sounds as if this happened a long time ago, and wong has (understandably) been holding a very deep grudge against him. i think at some point when shogo was a little kid, he did this on purpose knowing that wong was an enemy of his dad’s. and i think that alone indicates a very important detail about shogo that, even if he’s definitely not my favorite, still makes him a decently compelling character. that underneath that brazenness and self-righteousness is just a guy who wants his dad to be proud of him. a guy who does what he does bc he wants to be loved by a father who will never care. a guy who will go to his grave crying out for a father who will always ignore him.

[sorcerous-caress]

Wait I'm kinda obsessed with Liandalon being his handler bc that's hilarious and so accurate tbh

Also him making money off some desk job and funneling all of it straight to his human kink stuff is such a fun direction, like I can imagine he gets paid and immediately books it to the markets to find that one whittler who makes really pretty wooden nude figures of humans and stuff

I'm also planning for him to have some sort of backstory with a specific group of elves where he was supposed to be heading to the human city for a specific purpose but completely lost sight of that, and at one point the elves who sent him are gonna come knocking, cue everything the party knows coming crashing down, Lian angst moment, big reveal, and probably combat

I still need to iron out some of the details on why Lian was sent exactly, so if you have any suggestions lmk!! (also it is very late and I have exams tmr so I gotta turn in for the night, but hearing your feedback and talking with you has been a joy! 💜💜)

Good luck on your exams!

And hmm maybe the elves who sent him are from a secluded sanctuary? Maybe an elf supremacy cult or something.

They sent him here do he can work his way up the human society ladder and gain enough credit with the mayor so they become the elves puppet or get replaced by an elf eventually.

Their plan is to basically speedrun elf integration into the modern world, but this group didn't want to ask the humans for help or bring technology to their sacred sanctuary. So instead they planned to overtake one of the human cities to themselves and starting inside out.

After all, humans have so many cities already, why would they miss one?

Lian has been following the plan, on paper at least. From their perspective he is gaining respect amongst the important humans and credit, a bit slowly for their liking but whatever. They're unaware of his human obsession.

And this could also explain his obsession! He was a part of this elf cult too but he never felt like he fit in, yk? He did believe that elves were the superior race and everything tho (callback to the fantasy stories he read about elves saving and guiding humans as a child)

When this plan came to motion and he was suddenly thrust amidst the human city and technology, he was beyond stunned. All his previous views on humanity shattered and he grew to adore and respect them, after all look at all of their amazing inventions! An elf would've never came up with onlyfans or a smartphone.

The problem is that, he has been spending too much of the money he made on his human obsession when he was supposed to use it for bribes for the elf cult plan. They saw humanity as very greedy that they thought bribing most of the government out would work easily (which honestly is kinda true)

That's why they get on his trail, send another elf who spies on him and sees him with the human party. Then the spy goes back to the cult to report their findings and That's how the cult shows up ready for a battle.

Also it is lowkey ironic that the elves want to steal a modern city from the humans, because humans originally copied the dwarves city designs when they built their own in the forgotten realms.

But the dwarves were literally so chill they took it as a compliment that the humans copied them and just smiled and patted the humans on the head, even helping them build their cities back before technology.

So the elves are technically stealing from the dwarves which is the irony of the century.

[ballercollective]

glevil and hecctor hcs lets fukcing GO

glevils:

hc that glevil will tweak tf OUT when he gets upset/angry. like, he will turn into a glitching mess when he gets upset. i hc that hes like, a ai who gained sentience and found its way into a mannequins body. and, eventually, into a cult (or "family" as he would put it)

going back to my original point of him tweaking out, this only happens because hes unstable (like, physically, his coding wasn't finished), and that glitching mass he becomes fucking HURTS to come in contact w/. think taser but all over.

since hecctor cant exactly feel stuff (concrete + scarring), he will normally lay on glevil until glevil calms down and/or his glitching calms down. he has to be careful cause glevils wood is BRITTLE AF, the mannequin he possessed was an OLDIE /hj

hecctors:

he doesnt quite get what cuddling is, which is why he will literally just flop on glevil instead of, y'know, actually cuddling him 😭😭 he means well tho, also glevil doesn't mind. it gets the job done

the only reason he does what he does is because he still has SOME memories from wallter. all of them are very fuzzy though, he saw mark getting held (getting cuddled) so he copied it. he doesn't understand it though. most memories are just of mark (he cared to try and remember those the most because mark reminded him of glevil)

hecctor is easily startled by loud noises (mainly because there were lots of loud noises in the lab he was made in) so he had to wear shooting range level headphones when him and glevil go to places with lots if people

hecctor AND glevils:

glevil and hecctor bonk faces/air kiss everyday, it sounds.. funny. because its hallow wood and old concrete getting knocked together- what do you expect. they love doing it either way

sometimes glevil and hecctor will bake together even if none of them can eat (or open their mouth for that matter). glevil says its "to help hecctor learn to hold and grip stuff better", but he really just loves spending time w/ glevil

hecctor will write and sign about glevil ALL THE FUCKING TIME and glevil wont stop yapping to all the other mannequins about hecctor when he visits the hide out. like, EVER. somehow they will just be able to tslk on and on about eachother

they are autism (hecctor) and adhd (glevil), to me at least (projection BEAM)

erm, ANYGAYS. yuo wont be able to guess who it is. 🛸👽

Sometimes I can't believe glecctor is a real, fully functioning crackship and isnt just an oc x canon is it just me

Also THESE ARE SO CUTE HFKGKRKELRFMRRKGKRK3OEKEJUGUGOSUJVJTJCJRJFJFJFJFJFJKFB

[baileyjane3769]

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When a game is over and all hidden things have been found, what is there left to do? Move on. That's what you would have liked to have done after finishing the disappointing secret ending of a popular otome game. But when the story is over, and all things were said and done, you find yourself trapped in that very game. Faced with the task to keep everyone alive, can you make it to the end without falling in love?

Long read ahead

Chapter Eleven

Miss-Understanding

“What do you want?”

You couldn’t help but feel flushed and warm faced at the sound of his deep, resonant voice. You heard it before during that altercation with Makino, but you have yet to be able to fully appreciate it until now. It was times like this that you wished the game had in-game voice overs, it would have made your fawning more appropriate from behind a screen than in person.

Realizing that you were staring, you shook your head slightly to once again focus on why you stopped him in the first place. “I’m sorry to bother you, it’s just I, well, I noticed that you looked hurt and–”

“I’m fine, so you can go now,” he replied curtly.

While this reaction wasn’t something you didn’t expect, it still threw you off slightly, but you weren’t backing down, not when you needed to express how grateful you were for his help. “Okay, I believe you, but at least let me offer you this,” you say, reaching into your mini bookbag and pulled out the first aid kit that sat on top. Earlier you had to change out your bandage which made it convenient now because you didn’t need to go rummaging for it. “It’s not much, and you don’t have to use it, but please humor me.” You reached out your arm and held out the kit. “I didn’t get the chance to do this sooner, but I wanted to say thank you because you,” your voice wavered, “you saved my life back then, a-and I was so scared that I was going to die.”

‘Great, I’m starting to get choked up.’

Dropping into a deep bow, still holding out the first aid kit, you quite loudly said, “So thank you very much!” Your face felt hot again as you felt embarrassed about how unintentionally loud you sounded. The brief silence that followed your declaration only fueled that feeling.

While his face didn’t betray it, Ryōta was actually flustered and quite frankly confused with your reaction. He didn’t realize how much his act of heroism had impacted you. “Geez, there’s no need to get so worked up about it. I was just doing what anyone should do,” He said, looking away from your form and awkwardly rubbing the nape of his neck. “I’ll take the kit if it makes you feel better, but I’m fine.” Gingerly, he took the kit from your outstretched hand at the same time you went to stand up. “Wait, a-are you crying?” Alarmed, Ryōta took a small step back in shock after seeing the tears cascading down your face.

Shocked by your own tears, you reached up and quickly tried to wipe the tears away but they just kept falling. “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, sorry.” You couldn’t think of what else to say besides apologizing. ‘Looking at Ryōta is bringing back all those memories of that day; Makino’s hands around my neck; the inability to breathe. Dang it, now I’m crying harder.’ No matter how much you wiped you couldn’t get the tears to stop, and out of embarrassment you could only mutter quiet ‘sorries.’

While it wasn’t uncommon for girls to get teary eyed in his presence, with you it was different and he couldn’t help but feel flustered as he tried to find ways to console you. “H-hey, don’t cry. Look,” he awkwardly put a hand on your shoulder, “you don’t need to apologize, really it’s not that big of a deal, so just stop crying already.”

‘Poor Ryōta, he was never good at dealing with girls, let alone crying ones, and here I am crying my eyes out. I don’t even know why I’m crying so much,’ you thought to yourself, furiously trying to wipe away the tears.

The two of you continued to stand there, Ryōta doing his best to comfort you and you trying to stop the tears, unaware of how you might have looked to people outside the conversation. Which is why you both were completely taken off guard when an angry shout reverberated through the alley.

“Hey, leave her alone!”

Before you could even turn around and stop your friend, Yuki had already run up and forcefully shoved Ryōta back. He visibly winced as she had actually hit a tender spot that he received from his fight only moments ago. Now that he was further away from you, Yuki took a protective stance in front of you, while Akui just stood idly by you.

“Why don’t you go pick on someone your own size, you creep!” Yuki yelled with balled fists.

“What the heck is wrong with you!” Ryōta yelled back after recovering.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! Picking on someone who is clearly in no shape to fight back, do you get some sort of kick out of it? People like you make me sick!” Yuki was really letting him have it, talking so fast and loud that you couldn’t find an opening to stop her and fix the misunderstanding.

Ryōta, with furrowed brows, gave Yuki a confused glare. “Picking on? What are you talking about?”

At his statement, Yuki bitterly laughed. “Ha, don’t try to play dumb. You stole that from her, didn’t you,” she said pointing to the first aid kit that he had clutched in his hand. “Are you so heartless that you had to threaten a poor girl with a broken hand into giving you her first aid kit, so you could fix up your own pathetic fight wounds? Despicable!”

“I didn’t ste--”

“Don’t lie to me!”

Realizing that they weren’t going to let up soon, you went to stand in front of Yuki so that you could sincerely tell her that she was mistaken. Only thing was as soon as you did that, Yuki roughly brought her hand down to go rest back at her side but instead it roughly collided with your own broken one as you went to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. You bristled at the pain, cradling your hand to your chest and doubling over, a pained hiss leaving your lips.

“Oh my goodness, L/n-chan!” Yuki brought both hands to cover her mouth out of shock, staring wide eyed at your doubled over form. “I am so sorry! I-I didn’t see you there, and I--”

“No, no,” you said through gritted teeth. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have got in the way.”

“No, I should have been paying attention. Are you okay?”

Still doubled over, you raised a shaky thumbs up saying, “Yeah, I’m good.” You gave yourself a few seconds to take in a few breaths and for the pain to subside before you straighten yourself up again. “Phew, okay, as I was trying to say, Kobayashi-chan you have it all wrong. Matsumura-kun was the one who saved me from Makino, and I gave him my first aid kit as a way to show my appreciation.”

There was a brief pause as Yuki let the new information sink in. “Oooh, oh.” Turning to Ryōta, she dropped to a deep and apologetic bow. “Matsumura-san, please accept my apologies. I jumped to conclusions and hurt you, that was most disgraceful of me.”

While he didn’t look like he meant it, Ryōta said, “Tch, whatever, it’s fine. You can get up now.”

Not having to ask her twice, Yuki swiftly stood up and although she apologized she didn’t look too thrilled. “Right then, I leave you to it. Come on Minato-kun, let’s go wait by the restaurant’s door.” She turned to leave with Akui following close behind but before she did she leaned in close to you and whispered. “Scream if he tries anything.” And with that last foreboding message, and a pointed look thrown over her shoulder, Yuki and Akui left the alley.

Now it was just the two of you left, standing awkwardly across from each other. “I’m sorry about her,” you finally said to break the tension. “She’s a bit protective, to say the least.” ‘From what I heard she’s also a black belt in judo so I guess it could have gone worse.’

Ryōta huffed lightly, he wasn’t mad at you after all, and said, “I can see that. Anyways, I should probably get going. See ya’ uh…”

Realizing that you never actually gave him your name, you were quick to say, “Oh right, my name is L/n Y/n. It was nice to meet you, Matsumura-kun.”

Ryōta only nodded his head and was about to start walking when he paused for a second and turned to face you again. “Matsumura-kun?” He questioned.

Quickly realizing your mistake, you tried to recover. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t even ask if you wanted to be addressed like that, I should have asked first. Sorry, Matsumura-san.”

“No, you're good. Matsumura-kun is fine, I guess I didn’t realize you already knew my name.”

‘Oh crud.’ “O-oh, you see, the thing is I already heard about you,” you slowly said, putting together a lie as you spoke. “You’re kind of infamous around school, and there is a lot of talk about you, so I guess I already knew who you were, heh.”

His shoulders seem to slump a little at your words. “I see,” Ryōta said, going to walk away again.

You noticed his dampened mood and were quick to add, “But I don’t believe what the rumors say. If it wasn’t for you I’d probably be dead right now, so I don’t think I have the right to judge you because of baseless rumors.” You bowed once again to show your appreciation and avoided eye contact while saying, “It was nice to meet you, Matsumura-kun. Maybe I’ll see you around at school.” And with that you hurriedly left. 

If only you weren’t so embarrassed to face him, because then you might have caught sight of the rare flustered expression that adorned Ryōta’s face, whose pale face was lightly dusted pink. When your skittish form was no longer in view, the delinquent boy hummed thoughtfully to himself, thinking maybe seeing you again in the future wouldn’t be so bad, before he turned to walk away. 

Like she said she would, Yuki stood, arms crossed with an adorable pout looking like a kicked puppy, by the restaurant's door. Akui, surprisingly, wasn’t with her. You didn’t pay it too much attention, figuring he will be back soon, but you couldn’t help but cover your face with both of your hands, dragging them down your face as you berate yourself for how you acted talking to Ryōta. ‘Seriously, did you have to cry so much?! I don’t think I was ever this much of a cry baby before I got here, but just seeing his face brought me back to what happened with Makino, and I couldn’t help but–arg! It seems I have just been making a fool of myself ever since I came here.’

“You’re back,” Yuki remarked, pushing herself off from the wall that she was leaning on and made her way over to you. “Hm? What’s the matter? Did that mongrel do something because I swea–”

“No, he didn’t do anything after you left. I’m just feeling a little embarrassed about crying in front of him like I did,” You admitted to your friend, bashfully scratching the side of your face. “And then you and Akui-san had to walk in on that as well, ugh, just remembering it makes me wish the earth would just swallow me whole.”

Yuki observed your slowly growing bashful expression with a fond expression. “You're a real character, you know that, L/n-chan?” she teased, trying to hide her giggles behind her hand. “You’re over thinking too much. No one blames you for crying, you did just go through a traumatic experience recently. I’m sure he thought you were as endearing as I usually think, so don’t worry about being embarrassed.” With that she reached up and ruffled your hair.

You watched in awe at her. ‘Is this the power of the main character? I suddenly feel so light and uplifted,’ you thought to yourself. “Oh, by the way, where’s Akui-san anyways?”

“Hm? Oh, Minato-kun said he was gonna go grab us a small treat for us from the convenience store, he should be back soon actually.”

As if on cue, Akui came from around the corner with a small, white grocery bag. “Oh, you’re back. I wasn’t sure how long your talk would be, but I got us a treat, here,” he held out the bag, “it’s just some ice cream, and they should match up to our own individual tastes.”

“That’s Minato-kun for you, he never forgets what his friends like even if they only mention it once,” Yuki stated proudly.

“Oh, you're right,” you respond with a thoughtful expression, thinking back to the one time that you mentioned your preferred flavor of ice cream earlier that day. ‘He does seem to have a good memory, if that extends to remembering minor things people say or so then I’m gonna have to be careful with what I say or leave behind.’

You reached into the bag, you grabbed your favorite flavor  and stared quizzically at the containers the ice cream was in. The cone looked to be made of plastic with a cone like dome covering the part that had the ice creams twisted tip. ‘Eh, I should get used to it by now, I am no longer in America so this stuff shouldn’t surprise me anymore.’ You looked up at your friends who were enjoying their treat and looked back at yours, ‘Doesn’t mean I still can’t be confused.’

“So where to next?” Yuki asked, looking up from her strawberry flavored ice cream.

“I’d say it’s up to L/n-san, this was her outing after all,” Akui added.

Thinking back on the day you had, contemplating your guys next move. “Hmm, I think we’ve had enough fun for today,” you finally said. There were still plenty of things to do around town, including an arcade that you knew was somewhere around here, but it was already getting late despite the sun not setting yet. “I think it’s time we head home now, besides my Mom will start to worry which isn’t good for anyone.” ‘Despite calling her every hour as promised, she still has calmed down about worrying. I swear her mind runs a mile a minute coming up with all those crazy ideas.’

“Aww, I wanted to hang out some more…” Yuki whined, “but you’re probably right. Besides, if we spent all day doing everything fun around town then we won’t have anything to do in the future. Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

“You can say that but your house is the first one we’ll pass,” Akui cheekily added.

“Whaat, but I wanted to walk together with you guys!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her endearing display. “We’ll still be walking with each other, it’s just that you will be dropped off before either of us,” you took the initiative to start walking, “so let’s go, okay?” With a tilt of your head, you gave them a closed eyed smile.

Yuki smiled in return, admiration sparkling in her eyes, unaware of Akui’s own love struck gaze. He was just happy to see that Yuki had such a great time, too bad that you had to be part of it.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go Minato-kun!” With that the vibrant girl took the hand of her childhood best friend and rushed to catch up with her newly acquired one.

‘Today was fun, I wish everyday was like this…’