#got to see the its a lie cg

[iiizuru]

Making ANOTHER meme

Cant get myself to want to finish the original one lmao

[wagestuck]

please we got to know how the katnep wagestuck adventure ends.

NEXT DAY

-------------------------------------------------------- --CG pesters AC - --

CG: HEY.

CG: im sorry for missing last night.

AC: its ok

AC: :33< did you forget lel

CG: i just overslept heh

CG: see you at work.

AC: see u.

AC: :33< see u at work!!!

DAYS IN THE PAST BUT NOT MANY

6:00 pm

Karkat infact did NOT oversleep. Karkat has sat in bed having trouble to get up. there were just so many things to do like… like… ah there are so much you should be doing right now. why aren't you getting up Karkat you have a date in 1 hour. wow. you're just gonna lie there like a bum? just lie there knowing you gotta date. don't u have to shower and comb your hair. pick out some nice clothes. do you have nice clothes?

wait do you need to run to the store. or do you have some at h- you gotta wash those dishes. you are supposed to wash the dishes you have left in your sink. karkat lets go wash dishes. lets go and was- check your phone. lets check your phone and THEN you'll go shower. or wash dishes.

you've been scrolling for a while karkat. whats going on karkat? don't you have to dish your shower tonight. wash youspoons and pits for the date. katkat focus. focus karkat. karkat it's almost 7.

you're gonna be late. goddammit karkat if you shower now, you're gonna be hella late. you're gonna be hella late now. and you're still on your bed? you betrotter whats the matter with you. don't you have shit to do karkat. karkat you really need to get out of bed. karkat. karkat it's 8. it's 8 o clock now. you're extreamly late. you're late karkat. you might as well not go. you have so much shit to do karkat. so much. 2 things. you have so much to do karkat. katkat you have so much shit to be done. karkat. karkat it's 9. karkat. it's 9. it's 9 karkat.

it's now 9.

[v3nusxsky]

Just wondering if I could request a Larissa x little reader where r is actually also a shapeshifter but when she regresses, she actually shifts into a toddler?

Like I’ve had the idea in my head where r is a teacher and has a stressful week and nobody can find r during the weekend and when Larissa looks in their room, she finds r just on the ground with toys or watching bluey. She’s confused at first but can immediately tell that the toddler is r from looks.

You absolutely can do that anon I loved this idea so much♥️

Who’s this cutie?

*Authors note~ love this one so much it's so adorable. Feel free to send me more Larissa prompts I'm running low.*

Trigger warnings ~ Agere little r cg Larissa

Prompt ~ see ask^^^

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Being a shapeshifter comes with its own challenges. You knew that. And then you knew just how rare it was to find other shapeshifters, let alone managing to fall in love with another shapeshifter. Larissa Weems was absolutely everything you could ever had hoped and dreamed for in a partner. And you couldn't hide the fact you were absolutely smitten with her. The love you held for this women couldn't be summed up in words. Larissa even knew of your regression, brought on by trauma in your childhood, you tend to slip into the age and mindset of a toddler and even occasionally younger.

Teaching was something you had always wanted to do, you had a natural gift with children so it truly made sense. That being said, your job had the ability to be extremely stressful, teaching potions to the students of all ages that attended Nevermore. Some students were sensible and enjoyed your lessons where as you had a few who got bored and didn't have any interest which caused them to mess around a fair bit.

This week you had been teaching them to brew a very difficult potion. The most intricate kind, dealing with matters of the heart. You knew just how imperative it was that they followed all the rules here, and you explained as much to them. But naturally you had a few students who did ignore your instructions resulting in one of them being carted off to the infirmary while the other was marched straight to your girlfriends office. The migraine developed then and there. This was a dangerous class and the fact one had been sent to the infirmary, thankfully he would be okay but he would be unable to lie for the next few hours.

By the end of the week you were mentally and emotionally exhausted. It was a difficult week for you, and when you didn't sleep in your girlfriends chambers she assumed you just needed space and to recharge, yet when you didn't come down to the hall for breakfast she was concerned. You never slept through breakfast, it was your favourite meal of the day. You love the fact that it would set you up for the day ahead and allow you to feel energised and ready for the day. You not showing up raised concern with some of the students that had become rather attached to you, the main one being Enid Sinclair.

After breakfast, Larissa decided to check up on you, she knocked three times which was your signal before entering. She couldn't see you anywhere but she was met with a little girl with curly locks that desperately needed a good brush, iris that held the child like innocence and a big toothy smile. The child was simply adorable and although slightly unexpected to be here, Larissa felt the need to care for the child. "Little love?" She murmured watching as you turned from the mess you we're currently making, it seems you were attempting to make yourself your baba, before you ran into her body screaming "mommmaaaaaa"

Larissa would be able to recognise that little voice anywhere. You must have shifted into your little form rather than simply just mentally regressing. She frowned slightly at the thought of you being so stressed you'd lost control of your ability, before she scooped you up into her arms. "My little love? Do you want your baba?" She hummed coming to tickle at your sides causing you to giggle loudly and squeal "momma momma stop babb please" in between giggles. "Come on then love momma shall make you a baba and we can watch bluey hmm?" Causing the little girl to clap excitedly.

Once you had your baba and bluey on the tv, Larissa found a blanket for you and allowed you to snuggle closer to the women as she ran her hand through your hair. She made sure to give you all the love and attention that you deserve. Bluey seemed to lose the appeal for you and you slipped off the sofa to find your toys that you'd left spread all over the floor. You settled for your stuffies and your favourite chew before stumbling back to the sofa. You put your baba back in your mouth as you resumed your previous position. Larissa watched in amazement about how independent yet codependent you were in this state.

Peaking up at the older women through your dark eyelashes she mumbled around your baba "wuvs you momma. Mwahhhhh" causing Larissa to smile down at you and reassure you she loved you even more than anything else. Although unexpected, spending the Saturday with your adorable little self was exactly what you both needed.

Word count ~ 906

[starsurface]

Hello! I'm really loving your content so far, and I think you're a really good writer! Would you mind doing some age regressor headcanons for Rain (MK1)? Thank you so much in advance! Again, I really love your work!

🥺🥺

AWH SHUCKS REALLY?? I was actually so nervous writing headcanons because I've never done it before and have only ever written stories, but I'm so glad you enjoy them!! :3

Thank you so much!!! <3

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Regressor Rain Hcs

💧 Regresses to about 3-5

💧 Ngl, I could also totally see him middle regressing too

💧 ^ Maybe to like 11-14?? Claims he doesn't need a babysitter when he's in this headspace but absolutely does

💧 Mr. Bossy Pants over here 😒 (joking, I love him

💧 If we ignore canon, Tanya and him will hang out and find little froggies that are totally in the castle's garden!! :D

💧 Adores being read to but will demand it being a big kid book

💧 Although will very quickly get upset over his own decision and silently pout until you notice him

💧 CG’s would probably be Kitana, Mileena, Tanya, and maybe Reiko (I'm delulu, leave me alone)

💧 They're all his Sissy’s and the dog that never stopped following him, fr 😒 (joking, I love Reiko

💧 Not incredibly open to being watched by others

💧 Maybe if he's extremely close to the person

💧 Or accidently slipped around them

💧 ^ When Syzoth comes to be an ambassador, the first time Rain slipped around him was when he was in his reptile form because ‘’Anya! ‘Anya! It's a big froggie!! :D’

💧 No one had the heart to tell him otherwise and it made Syzoth incredibly happy (he'd probably become a babysitter or big brother or sorts later because of it)

💧 Favorite activities have to be playing outside or reading books

💧 His reading ability isn't the best when he's small but the proud little smile he has when he tries to read something to you is so worth it!!!

💧 Can and Will use his powers while small

💧 Please remind him that he has to be careful (he has definitely, accidently, flooded more than one room before trying to show off a new spell to you when he was a tiny bit too little to do it correctly)

💧 It might just be easier to set his staff to the side for the time being, even if he gets huff and puff about it

💧 I wouldnt say he's necessarily a brat??

💧 Looking at MKX/11 Rain (whose totally a brat), I like to think this Rain got some of his ego

💧 So he's definitely a bit bossy at times, but not necessarily a rule breaker

💧 It is HIS way or the high way!! >:/

💧 Not really, but he likes to pretend it is, he's actually mostly easy to watch over of you play your cards right

💧 Does not do well with punishments

💧 Honestly most times he probably would not even realize he broke a rule until after he's done it

💧 And will look at you all teary eyed because now he believes he's all naughty and he's going to get yelled at or sent somewhere away from you 🥺

💧 He normally doesn't do anything too too bad, so a small chat about it usually works

💧 If he does something bad like hitting or hurting someone, then it might require a small timeout

💧 (^ You do have to hold his hand through it, please do not leave this man alone :( )

💧 A little (lot) guliable at times

💧 You could firmly tell him that the stars are fish and he'd 100% believe you

💧 (^ Although big Rain will be incredibly grumpy afterwards for you tricking him)

💧 Praise! This! Man!

💧 He loves any kind of compliments!! Whether its about his drawings, or an easy spell he wants to show you, or he's trying to act all cute and get your attention, tell him he's a good boy and he will melt

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I'm not gonna lie I don't actually know a lot about Rain!! So I could totally redo these if you'd like!!

Also, y'all, the struggle to find ANY MK1 gifs of Rain??? Only found this pic (an amazing gif), but it was crazy!!

[chatonarya]

Some thoughts on Silverash Oprec2.

Original thread on twitter.

Ever since I first read Silverash’s second oprec (“Unbreakable Ice”), the section where he rejects all of Doc’s suggestions for friendship has bothered me: in particular, his nonsensical rejection of Gnosis, which flies in the face of both his own words and the plot of BI.

Eventually, I settled on the explanation that Enciodes had to be simply sucking up immensely to Doc, trying to make himself look as pathetic as possible so that Doc would feel sorry for him.

This is a feeling that has only strengthened with the release of the manga, and what’s also jumped out at me is the second, just as egregious, part of that conversation: his rejection of the idea that Degenbrecher could be his friend, too.

It’s increasingly clear to me that this—the idea that neither Gnosis nor Degenbrecher are Enciodes’s friends—is a bald-faced lie. It flies in the face of everything that we’re shown, not told, of their characters, and I’d like to provide a few visual examples why.

Let’s start with Degenbrecher. Enciodes claims “she doesn’t care.” This is so easily disproven that it’s almost laughable, and I can disprove it with this one single page (where she carries a broke and undoubtedly drunk Enciodes and Gnosis home over her shoulders in the snow).

She not only notices his emotional distress, but points it out and encourages him to lean on her for support, a sentiment he acknowledges and accepts(!). Though she approves of KT's business (Sharp makes a point of saying so in BI), she also cares on a very personal level.

Furthermore, we see that she remains with him not for money because he doesn’t have any, but simply because she likes him—look at her smile, how genuine it is. She's almost startled how much he trusts her (perhaps, is he the first who really has?)--but she accepts that trust.

This isn’t even touching on her EP, where she pledges she “will be [his] wall” and “keep [him] safe.” She cares about him overwhelmingly, so it's absolutely undeniable. They have a much deeper relationship than merely employer and bodyguard.

Now let’s move onto everyone’s favorite arson chicken, Gnosis. He’s a bit more complicated as he’s got a tsundere streak a mile wide, but I believe the evidence is similarly irrefutable.

First and foremost, the handshake CG and the reaffirmation. This is one of the narrative climaxes of BI and its biggest plot twist, so it has a lot of weight. This is the one scene that flips everything on its head: that they were actually collaborators, and friends.

This is one of the primary pieces of evidence that make oprec2 utterly baffling. Gnosis willingly suggested and posed as a traitor for him in an act of extreme dedication (which as we see is common behavior for Gnosis); Gnosis is there on a dream and a promise… but doesn't care?

Then Enciodes’s own words to Doctor at the end of BI. This takes place before oprec 2. Enciodes asserts gladly that Gnosis is his friend, will never betray him, and that they share a remarkable rapport. Why would he tell Doc this now, only to do a complete 180 later and deny it?

What’s more, we see that Enciodes is much concerned with Gnosis’s well-being. While Gnosis is undeniably vital to Enciodes’s plans as Kjerag needs Gnosis’s technology, we see that Enciodes has prepared all for him. (Plus his comment about Gnosis's weight, acting they may be.)

Next, we have their behavior in the manga, where their friendship is more clearly emphasized. Of note, Gnosis is almost protective of Enciodes: more than once he goes ahead of him, acting as the front charge. And look at how Enciodes tells him to “stay safe,” when they part ways.

Gnosis is also perfectly willing to set a man on fire to further their plans. Again: dedication. He might complain about Enciodes, but when the chips are down, Gnosis is ready to fight at a moment’s notice.

Their “silent communication” returns as well. Enciodes emphasizes to Viscount Walden that they have a long bond. This is completely unnecessary, as the Viscount is only asking about Enciodes and likely hasn’t even seen Gnosis, let alone met him.

They also share a number of fantastic looks (and Gnosis chews Enciodes out as usual just like he does in BI).

With everything we know about Gnosis—in particular, his extreme dedication to Karlan Trade’s endeavors and scientific mindset and somewhat warped way of thinking—a sturdy argument can be made that his relationship with Enciodes is a pure business one.

But in light of the manga, in my opinion it's clear that the friendship is mutual by Gnosis's reactions and worries--and on that note, returning to the point: Gnosis has given Enciodes his all, and Enciodes knows this.

Their bond is emphasized not merely by the plot twist of BI, but by the supplemental materials. Enciodes values Gnosis as an ally and friend immensely, it's shown clearly that Enciodes relies and depends on him just as heavily as with Degenbrecher.

So with that in mind: Gnosis is "someone [he] can't share anything with"? Someone who's merely "knowledgeable?" (So vague, too!) Someone who "has been together [with him] since childhood"? I don't think so. I think they are, as he says, "dearest friends" and "partners-in-crime."

What's the conclusion to all of this? Well, Enciodes is a lying liar who lies. My gut instinct that he was lying about Gnosis is further compounded with the knowledge that he's undoubtedly lying about Degenbrecher. Enciodes has friends: he just wants Doc to believe he doesn't.

Why? Because then he's a pathetic little meow meow who should be pitied and taken in, rather than a grown-ass man with two besties whom he trusts with his life. :)

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Yuma Dark [Prologue]

ー The scene starts in the living room of the Mukami manor

Kou: Hey, hey, Ruki-kun? Can I bring this with me?

Ruki: Kou...Just how many bags are you packing? We’re not going there on holiday. 

Kou: Ehー? But what if it gets stolen while we’re away?

Azusa: Don’t worry, we’ll make sure the place is locked up...

Ruki: Azusa’s right. Perhaps you should go and check whether all doors are properly locked before you get to packing.

Yui: ( ...We’re actually going to the Demon World. )

( I wonder if it’s okay for a human such as myself to tag along...? I’d lie if I said I wasn’t at least a little worried, but my decision was clear from the start. )

( I’ve long decided that I won’t leave Yuma-kun’s side after all. )

Yuma: ...Oi, Yui. Lend me yer ear for a sec.

Yui: What’s wrong?

ー They move closer

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“When ya say that...It kind of makes me look lame. Like usually the guys says it first, no?”

“Ya really are unbelievable...But well, I guess I don’t dislike that side of yers.”

Yuma: You’ve been keepin’ quiet but...Are ya sure?

Yui: Eh? 

Yuma: You’re actin’ like it’s the most normal thing in the world, but I wanna know if you’re serious ‘bout going to the Demon World.

Sure, Eden might be important to us four but...It’s different for ya.

Yui: ...No, that’s not true. If it’s important to you guys, then it is to me as well. 

Besides, I’ll follow along anywhere. I want to be with you after all. 

Yuma: ...I mean, I figured you’d say somethin’ like that.

But I want ya to properly think this true. The Demon World has never been the safest place ‘round and now shit has really hit the fan.

I honestly have no idea what dangers might be lurkin’ ahead either. To take ya to such a place... 

Yui: You’re worried?

Yuma: ...Ya bet I am. I wouldn’t want anythin’ to happen to ya.

Yui: Thanks, Yuma-kun. But I’ll be okay.

I’ve made up my resolve...And besides, I think that you’ll keep me safe no matter what.

Yuma: ...

Yui: Am I wrong...?

Yuma: ...You’re not.

You’re not but it kind of pisses me off regardless!

*Rustle* 

Yui: Eeh!? W-Why?

Yuma: Ya sound so damn confident. Makes it look like I’m the only shy one.

Yui: ...You’re shy?

Yuma: ...See! Don’t ask me straight to my face like that!

Besides, why ‘you think’? I’ll protect ya for sure!

Yui: ...Fufu, right.

Yuma: Hmph. ...Good.

I’ll keep ya safe. Don’t forget that, no matter what happens.

Yui: Yeah!

( Yuma-kun is always there to protect me. He always has been...and I’m sure he always will be. )

( I can blindly follow him, because I have faith in him. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall of the Mukami manor

Ruki: Everyone’s ready?

Kou: All goodー

Azusa: I’ve got everything...

Yuma: How ‘bout ya?

Yui: Yeah, I’m good.

Ruki: Let’s go then. ーー To Eden.

ー The scene shifts to the underground waterway

Yui: Hey, can I ask something? What was it like to live at Eden?

Yuma: What is was like? ...Ya know?

Kou: It wasn’t all that unusual. A normal human could comfortably live there as well. 

Ruki: Karlheinz-sama set it up that way.

Yui: Karlheinz-san did...

Ruki: Even though we were not his real sons, he always took us into consideration...

His home...that was Eden. 

Yuma: I mean, obviously it’s gonna be important to us.

Yui: ( Both Yuma-kun and the others truly respect Karlheinz-san. )

( He was a Father figure to them, someone very important. ...But they’ve lost him. )

Ruki: Oi, don’t look so sad just from listening to us. Then you better prepare yourself for what’s to come when you actually come face-to-face with Eden. 

Yui: It’s that bad...? 

Ruki: ...You’ll see when we get there. 

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the outside of Eden

Yui: ...This is...Eden...?

Ruki: ...Exactly.

Kou: It’s completely worn-down. It wasn’t like this at all in the past...

Azusa: The water has become stagnant and the air feels stale as well...

Yuma: The grass and flowers have all withered too. ...Damnit!

Ruki: This Castle shares its soul with its owner. When abandoned by said owner, it is only natural it would fall into ruin like this.

Yuma: ...So it’s that bastard’s fault?

Yui: ( He’s talking about Shuu-san...right? )

( After Karlheinz-san’s passing, Shuu-san was chosen as his successor. So naturally this Castle’s current owner is... )

Yuma: ...He won’t get away with this!

ー Yuma runs off

Yui: Yuma-kun!? Where are you going!? 

Yuma: Isn’t that obvious!? I’m gonna go give him a taste of my fists!

We gotta make sure he gets his shit together or this place will stay like this, right!?

Ruki: Calm down, Yuma. Try to think about it logically. Do you really think things would have gotten this bad if all he needed to motivate him was a hit on the head?

Yuma: ...I mean, ya might not be wrong but...! Ya want to just ignore it then!? 

ー Yuma walks away

Yui: Yuma-kun!

Azusa: Yuma...lost his temper...

Yui: I’ll go after him, okay?

Kou: Hmー.... I think it might be best to leave him alone for now?

Yui: Maybe but...I can’t help but be worried. I’ll go take a quick look.

ー Yui goes after him

Ruki: ...I’d rather she wouldn’t spoil him too much though.

Azusa: Eve is so kind...

ー The scene shifts to the inner courtyard

Yui: ( I’m pretty sure he went this way...Ah, there he is. ...He’s looking after the flowers? )

ー Yui walks up to Yuma

Yui: Yuma-kun.

Yuma: ...What? Did ya come here ‘cause Ruki told ya to? 

Yui: No, I wanted to come, that’s all. Hey, can I help you?

Yuma: ...Do as ya please. 

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: I didn’t know there was a garden here as well. It really isn’t all that different from the world I know.

Yuma: Guess so. What did ya think it looked like anyway? 

There’s trees and grass in the Demon World as well and we’ve got flowers growin’ here too.

Yuma: ...But look. The soil’s dead over here.

Yui: It was different in the past, right...?

Yuma: Yeah. When we were livin’ here, seeds sprouted overnight and flowers or fruits would grow in no time.

I was shocked at how amazin’ the soil over here is. ...Yet.

Yui: ( I’m sure this garden holds many memories for him. )

( He must be sad to see it completely withered like this...Still. )

Yuma: That fuckin’ NEET...Does he not realize the position he’s in right now!?

Yui: ( I’m also a little sad...that Yuma-kun and Shuu-san are on bad terms. )

( I know the two of them have a long history together. But that’s exactly why I want them to get along. )

Hey, Yuma-kun...Perhaps you should have a proper heart-to-heart with Shuu-san?

Yuma: Aah? 

Yui: It might be Shuu-san’s fault that this place has become like this, but he hasn’t been the heir to the throne for very long.

He might have a lot of things he’s still uncertain about...So maybe we shouldn’t assume he’s been knowingly neglecting his responsibilities. 

Yuma: ...You’re takin’ his side?

Yui: I-I’m not! I just think that maybe Shuu-san has a reasoning of his own...

Yuma: To me that’s basically takin’ his side! Even ya, seriously...!? 

???: What’s this? Fighting all the way over here?

ー A random stranger shows up

Yui: ( A person!? Where did he come from...!? )

*Caw caw caw* 

Yui: ( Also look at all these crows...I’ve never seen this guy before, but could he be an acquaintance of Yuma-kun...? )

Yuma: ...Yui. Hide behind me.

Yui: Eh? Yuma-kun, you don’t know this guy...?

Yuma: I don’t. I can tell that he’s probably a Vampire but...I’ve never seen this guy before. 

Kino: Fufu. Oh come on, no need to be so alert. I’m Kino. Nice to meet you.

Yuma: I don’t give a damn ‘bout yer name! Why are you here at Eden? Do ya have any idea what this place is?

Kino: Of course I do. But I have all the right to be here, don’t you think? I’m also Karlheinz’ son after all.

Yuma: Haah!?

Yui: ( Karlheinz-san’s son!? So he’s the Sakamaki brothers’ sibling then...? )

Yuma: Cut the crap! I’ve never heard a thing ‘bout ya! Stop spoutin’ bullshit lies!

Kino: How rude. It’s not a lie. ...I mean, I guess I can’t blame you for not knowing me. I was never made public after all.

Yuma: Aah? What do ya mean?

Kino: I may be his son, but I am what you’d call an illegitimate child.

Yui: An illegitimate child!?

Kino: Yup. In other words, I’m Prince Zero.

That being said, I don’t recall my Father ever being involved in my upbringing and I have yet to meet my other brothers in person.

I’ve been living in Rotigenberg my whole life. That’s where I was raised amidst the Ghouls.

Yuma: Ghouls, ya say...?

Yui: Yuma-kun, what are Ghouls?

Yuma: That’s what we call creatures who are neither Demon nor human.

Apparently they live at an area up in the North known as Rotigenberg. 

Kino: Fufu, you’re surprisingly nice for a Vampire. Why not just tell her straight up?

To put it simply, Ghouls are not who aren’t qualified to be considered Demons.

They are Demons born without any kind of magic...In other words, faulty goods. That’s what Ghouls are.

Yui: ( Demons without any magic...I had no idea those existed. )

Kino: Well, there’s cases of humans turning into Ghouls after being exposed to the polluted air of the Demon World.

Yuma: Fuck that shit!

If you’re seriously Karlheinz-sama’s son...Then what are ya here for?

Ya came here all the way from Rotigenberg, right? So ya must have had a damn good reason.

Kino: Oh come on, don’t glare at me. I feel like I’ll get hit if I keep on beating around the bush, so I’ll get straight to the point. 

Mukami Yuma. You have a problem with the current Vampire King. Correct?

Yuma: ...So what?

Kino: I’ll fix your problem. So let’s work together?

Yuma: ...Hah?

Kino: I wouldn’t be a bad alley to have, if I may say so myself? After all, I’m pretty strong being a purebred Vampire unlike yourself.

As his son, I’ve also inherited my Father’s ーー Karlheinz’ powers. I don’t see how having me on your side could be a disadvantage. 

Yuma: Hah, ridiculous. I don’t gain anythin’ from it either, do I?

Kino: You think so? But if I were to steal those powers from Shuu and become the successor to the throne, Eden would return to normal?

Yuma: ...!

Yui: ( Steal his powers, don’t tell me he wants to...!? )

Kino: I wouldn’t simply turn a blind eye to it. I’d take my full responsibilities as a King.

You still think my deal doesn’t have any merits? 

Yuma: ...

...I get what you’re tryin’ to say. But listen, ya smell way too fishy, mate. 

Ya really think I’m gonna believe ya just pop out of nowhere as Karlheinz-sama’s hidden love child to form an alliance? 

Kino: Hmm. You’re surprisingly cautious, huh? 

Yuma: Sorry to break it to ya bud, but I only believe the things I see with my very own eyes or what I’m told by my pals whom I can trust.

Kino: ...I see.

Ruki: Yuma!

ー The other Mukamis run up to them

Kino: Oh, this isn’t good.

Azusa: ...? Who’s that...?

Kino: I’ll get going now. See you later, Yuma...Yui.

*Flap flap flap* 

Yuma: ...Che. Creepy fucker. I’m not gonna change my mind no matter how many times he shows up.

Yui: ...?

Crow: ...

Yui: ( There’s a single crow left...It’s staring intently at Yuma? )

Yuma: Whatcha lookin’ at!? Scram already!

*Flap flap flap* 

Yui: Yuma-kun! You’re going to scare it away with your shouting!

Yuma: It’s fine. That wasn’t just a regular old crow.

Yui: Eh? 

Yuma: Ghouls can change into crows. So that one just now was a Ghoul as well. 

Yui: Ghouls...

Ruki: Oi, Yuma. What happened?

Kou: Who was that guy just now? He didn’t struck me as familiar.

Yuma: ...He’sーー

ー Yuma explains to them

Azusa: Karlheinz-sama’s son...?

Kou: A hidden love child, on top of that. You don’t actually believe him, do you, Yuma-kun?

Yuma: Hell nah! I’m not that stupid! ...It’s just.

Ruki: He gave off bad vibes.

Yuma: Yeah. Seems like he’s got connections with the Ghouls as well. ...We’ve got a weird fella on our hands. 

Ruki: ...By the way, how do you feel now?

Yuma: Ah? 

Kou: You stomped off in a fury, remember? Do you feel a bit better now after M-neko-chan comforted you? 

Yuma: Haah!? She didn’t comfort me or anythin’!

Azusa: ...Is that true, Eve?

Yui: I-I’m not sure. I don’t think I did anything special...

Kou: In other words, she doesn’t need to do anything special because just being together is enough to lift your spirits. You’re so simple-minded, Yuma-kun~!

Yuma: Fuck off! Leave me alone!!

ー Yuma walks away

Yui: Ah, again...!

Azusa: This time it’s fine. He’s just trying to hide his embarrassment...

Ruki: We should head back to the Castle as well. With Eden in this state, it’s possible that some weird people like that guy from before could get inside.

Even while here at Eden, it’s dangerous to wander around unprepared. 

Kou: Rogerー Let’s go, M-neko-chan.

Yui: Yeah...

( In the end...What did that Kino guy even want? )

ー She recalls his words

Kino: I wouldn’t simply turn a blind eye to it. I’d take my full responsibilities as a King.

You still think my deal doesn’t have any merits?

Yuma: ...

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( ...Yuma-kun seemed to hesitate just a bit back then. )

( Of course, I want this place which is important to everyone to go back to normal as well. )

( But I can’t choose that path...if it means Shuu-san needs to die and have his powers taken away from him... )

( Yuma-kun should feel the same way, right? He isn’t the type of guy who’d wish death upon someone else, regardless of how he personally feels about this person. )

( Yeah, I’m sure Yuma-kun will be fine. I believe Shuu-san will eventually get it together as well, even if he’s struggling right now. )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[madhousefruitcake]

Hello! I finally just got around to playing the finalized normal route and all of Izaya's route, and I just wanted to take a moment to really convey my gratitude. Ever since I stumbled upon this blog, I've been hooked on this game and its progress, and I was absolutely blown away by how it turned out. It's obvious just how much effort went into it, and I think it's crazy that it doesn't receive more attention and is entirely free to play. It was such a fun experience, even if it was difficult dodging the bad endings, but that just added to it and made it all the more entertaining. I feel so lucky to have found out about this fangame and want you and everyone who helped make it to know that you've made/are making something amazing. Thank you so much, as both a Durarara!! fan and an Izaya-enjoyer, for your contributions to the fandom and your efforts! I can't wait to see how the rest of the game turns out, and I'll absolutely stick around for future projects! <3

Not going to lie, this really touched our hearts. The fact that you took the time to write all this out is a gift in itself, but since we consider IR kind of an important debut project for us, we're overjoyed that you'll join us on this journey, however long it may be. We are extremely fortunate to have players like yourself, and you guys always make the nights of frustration worth it.

When we can't get decide on the appearance of a CG (although Fi always manages to work her magic), when Ms and I get writer's block, when the game engine is driving me mad, stuff like this makes it all worth it.

We have plenty of projects lined up, so we hope you enjoy them in the future as well!

[dbphantom]

So I rewatched ep1 and 2 of Trigun Stampede with my friend and it got us thinking about the upcoming plot/structure of the show, namely if we get a season 2 what's gonna be the catalyst for it

AKA we have a very specific wishlist for this show and watch it be thrown out the window when episode 3 airs lmao

Spoilers under the cut

No, seriously, those virus explodey things are a total wildcard. Anything could happen! It's so exciting! But here's our take (big thank you to @moscovus for being a great friend and nerding out with me tn):

We were talking mostly about the map and the structure of the world, and because July is still around and hasn't happened yet, if The Destruction will happen during the show. Mainly because it feels like the map will start showcasing the party's adventure across it as the season goes on, and we can't help but notice July is placed perfectly on the right across from our party's starting place, with an orphanage smack dab in the middle. Plus there's a landmark with its name cut off on the far left which seems... Sus. That or the version of the show we watched was just ever so slightly zoomed in. Either or.

So the main theory is that the season 1 finale will be the events of July and Vash will get his iconique 60 bil bounty at the end of s1 because of Knives, leaving season 2 (+??) to cover the already written events of the story. Basically s1 is going to be introducing characters (a little out of order from what we're used to, but still), getting us used to the world/story, and then setting up/paying off with the July incident. So maybe that will be when the whole plant/angel arm reveal to the audience happens in this iteration (or maybe that will be a mid season finale type deal). Then the rest of the main story events will play out in s2 (+?????).

We're thinking changes mean Roberto + Meryl will be in July when the destruction happens and most importantly Roberto will die (or otherwise be written out) as the end of his character arc. My friend suggested his arc being him becoming less jaded as they follow Vash around and learn about Love and Peace. Specifically, we think Roberto will die so that in season 2 (if we get a s2, that's the HINGE) Meryl will get a second partner in Milly because We Want Her Back

Also in general we've come to the agreement that even if Wolfwood is introduced immediately [aka next episode] if he dies this season it's going to feel like an any% wolfwood dies speedrun with how fast everything seems to be progressing. That plus how young he looks, we're thinking maybe we will get a timeskip (kinda like the 5th moon incident timeskip) after the s1 finale (again, hypothetically/hopefully the destruction of July) and we'll actually get to see him change designs bc of the super fast metabolism stuff. AKA this is our plea: bring his tits back.

Also, if July happens during the season finale, then Knives will need time to incubate and heal. What better time to do that than during a between-seasons timeskip.

Anyway. Yeah. Wishlist:

Season 2 pls we love this so much already and we want MORE

July is the season 1 finale

slow

Roberto dies/is written out and is replaced with Milly after he gets satisfying character development

Bring back Vash's 60 billion. 6 million sounds SO WRONG

Wolfwood doesn't die until post season 1

Short timeskip after season 1 into season 2 to set the stage for the 'main' manga plot

If July happens and Knives has to regen after getting blasted/bested then a timeskip would make sense right

Hhhh

Feral plant Vash please we love the feathery baby limbed body horror and cg is the perfect medium for this scene to finally be animated

Elendira

Please

Don't fuck her up please

That's it

Okay actually that's a lie we also wanna see Tessla, Domina, and Chronica animated

But not the truck scene please

Realistically we know our wishlist probably isn't happening given we got a trailer with all the gung ho guns fighting already and what looks like Knives going all-out and they probably wouldn't have animated s2 stuff for a season 1 trailer but man we can hope right? Like maybe they'll just introduce them all before July and Knives is just throwing a temper tantrum like he often does 🥺 I mean he's still gotta make the plant collective and the ark so so so maybe he hasn't started yet despite physically stealing all the plants so far 😭 like if July is the s1 finale then there can still be a big flashy fight and everything, he will just regen after during the timeskip between s1 and s2 like he does in the manga 😭😭 <- is not coping great, clearly

Also, just for the record, it's been a couple months since I've last consumed the manga and the og anime, so forgive me for any inconsistencies or incorrect info, my memory isn't the greatest. I only have room for borderlands lore in here

Odds are, they're probably not following the manga's story, or changed it so significantly that none of this speculation actually matters. We will see!! After all these virus injector explodey things are totally new, so who knows where tf they're taking us next. We certainly don't. We're just having fun with it.

Just as an overall thing, this is us assuming season 1 is going to be 12 episodes. If it's 24, then maybe July will be the mid-season finale and 13+ will be after a timeskip.

[icharchivist]

so there's lucifer, lucifaa, and... lucio? though that last guy may just be lucifer or lucifaa's beach mode, i'm not sure. i've literally only seen him with sunglasses i think.

anyways. i come bearing riddles three! not riddles. just things. the first two are: well. hm. to be a bit shameless i posted two a3 fics on ao3 lately so. if youd like to have a gander at them they are There. so onto #3: i went through a springtime snooze! just a few thoughts regarding that:

firstly i almost went and watched conquering misoshiosa island by accident instead lol. luckily they mentioned the spring winter trip and i was like huh... i dont remember that event... and then i realized my mistake. the intro scene was very nice. specifically hisoka sleeping up in a tree. and the fact that tasuku knew that he was there.

it did make me think tho like. i REALLY have got to make a chart that lists out how each character calls each character. like yuki calls tenma "hack" but has he ever called him just tenma before? who knows... it's difficult writing fic!! >< (if u know of a chart that exists already please do let me know lol like. i'll make one if i have to but i'd rather not. though the chart probably has azami and guy on it huh... is that spoilers......)

anyways im obsessed with chikage being like. ah it would be good to have data for my incredibly shady spy work and tsuzuru reacting to it by calling him technology-addicted along with itaru. never change my guy. this is why i think the tsuzuru & chikage dynamic has so much potential it's bc like In My Head chikage is like. how did this man write a play that was incredibly targeted towards my own issues... who Is He... and he doesnt realize that tsuzuru kind of does this to everyone and therefore chikage is kind of Just Some Guy to him. i mean there's like nuance to it but i enjoy the idea of this.

i'd known the trip was expensive because they mentioned it in the next event, but the moment azuma took care of trip planning i was like. ah. that's how they got past sakyo. like if anyone would just lie to sakyo's face. it'd be him. doesn't sakyo assume azuma's yakuza at some point.

I also love that tasuku was in charge of the like training parts because. well I assume that means azuma talked with him about timing somewhat and it's like oh... they're bonding post-nocturnality... like when they're doing the family skit later and azuma and tasuku r both parents i was just sitting there like oh! them!! also loved chikage ribbing tasuku a little by suggested he be the mom. not as outside the box as either of them think tho imo but. i kind of really enjoy him being a little shit since he was so empty smiles at the beginning.

also citron getting them all to do red light green light was so fun. like considering how he mentioned being gifted dango at the beginning its just so delightful to me that citron like. seems to interact with so many people and make friends. he's lovely. also liked that tasuku made it into practice. it's like yeah ofc the guy who (with tsumugi) was like. our free time away from theatre is extra theatre (have a great trip) it makes perfect sense.

i thought masumi was trying to take a secret picture of everyone for izumi, not like... be her first instagram like, but that's kind of like. so stupid yet teenager-charming you know. i actually really liked this event in terms of how masumi was? like he's not... mean to everybody in favor of izumi, you know. and it was sweet seeing everyone like pay attention to him and take care of him. hisoka finding him a napping spot was so nice and the cg was so cute!!! just so peaceful. i also loved the small moment where chikage and hisoka met up in the dead of night. it was just. rly nice to see chikage be like oh how can i help. its like... theyre brothers!!! (wait. hang on. is the reason theyre called gekkabros bc gekka is like. month or something. sudden realization i was just like huh wow its close to gekkan shoujo....)

i was so not normal about tsuzuru's 180 on his poor family plotline. like the rags to riches was just. one the guy is clearly going thru it two i just had sever mizuno thoughts. do u ever think tsuzuru dreamed about winning it big on the lottery and seeing mizuno again. and then felt deeply angry and frustrated at himself for even considering it. I don’t think that guy has bought a lotto ticket in his life actually. but he must’ve known in heart that was why they weren’t friends. anyways him as a southern belle was. hilarious. should've been one of the cards like. imagine him dressed as. you know the really old fancy shoujo wakamatsu reads in gsnk (ch 14 or 23 show examples) i imagine him like that. speaking of gsnk every once in a while i pretend that kashima yuzo and kashima yuu are related just bc i think it would be fun. i'm glad people laughed. honestly for all izumi said it was unrealistic i felt that was very like. New Money vibes.

sakyo finding out they lied was such a good moment like. when izumi got a video call request i out loud said "oh. he's right behind me, isn't he" so seeing them be like izumi look at whos right behind kazunari made me laugh very hard. love that sakyo calls out azuma and chikage in specific abt doing shady forgery. like azuma what a Vibe u have. i

anyways. just a nice event! sorry abt sakyo's wrath but i'm glad everyone had a good time. it’s late where I am so sorry if I said anything incoherent… autumns up next!! excited :)

HELPPP yes indeed, it's Lucifer, Lucifaa/Lucilius, and then Lucio. Lucio is his own separate character to the other two yes. But yeah he's famous for his beach look especially since it drives Sandalphon crazy and Lucio is a messy bitch who loves drama. those are the three Lucifaces. so you're already good remembering them!!

AND OOOH I'LL DEF CHECK THEM OUT!! it's a bit late rn so i'm answering to that and be done for today but i'll def need to check that!!!

and heyooo Springtime snooze!!!

ok read more time!

oh god, mixing up the two events is unfortunate but thanks god you caught on what was going on then ahah

gotta love Sleepy Hisoka, my favorite Hisoka type (along with all the others Hisoka type)

The yaycupcake pages do list at least the general nickname by character if you check the relationship tab, but it's from the fantranslation rather than the official EN translation (for example for Yuki: https://yaycupcake.com/a3/index.php?title=Yuki_Rurikawa#tab=Relationships it shows you the list of characters, how Yuki is addressed as by these characters, and how Yuki addresses them as, as well as the name of their relationship in the Coin Talk corner. But yeah it'll be fantranslation, so you'll see "Hack" translated "Useless Actor" for example) idk if there's a chart with the official nicknames though. and it doesn't help for like, how regularly they call each other that way, esp for like "when does Yuki stop using the nicknamme" yaknow? but yeah also any charts will include Guy and Azami on the lists, and while for Azami it should be clear for you, Guy will come with spoilers for certain.

to answer you, Yuki usually calls Tenma 'hack" so often that the one of the few times he did call him Tenma (when Tenma came back to the troupe after his father forced him to leave in the first summer chap) Tenma is shocked Yuki calls him by his name.

on some easy ones for fics if it helps, Sakyo and Tasuku for instance always refers to everyone by their last names, except for the chara without last name (obviously), and, in Tasuku's case, Tsumugi who's called by his first name, and Azuma who's called "Azuma-san" no matter what, and for Sakyo, Azami who's called usually his name or "bon" / "kid". This type of details. (it's silly but it does sometimes happen to me that i see Tasuku being written in fancontent where he refers to chara by their first name and it breaks my immersion like "he wouldn't say that." terrible icha moment.)

AND HELPP I LOVE WHAT YOU SAY ABOUT CHIKAGE and especially his dynamic with Tsuzuru. Tsuzuru making him Just Some Guy because he does that with everyone while Chikage is in full blown spy worry about it all. priceless. And i do love the way Tsuzuru puts him on the same level of Itaru. Pros: you keep your secret. Cons: you're considered a gamer trash just like your roommate.

Azuma being evil on purpose <3 the absolute disaster duo that Chikage and Azuma made this whole event like yes we're going to manipulate Sakyo into it, no worries, we have it covered. And yeah there's an early backstage (Azuma's first SR, [About to Bloom] - "A Lively Home") where they play a sort of boardgame where they have to build a Yakuza empire, and Azuma comes in like "oh i'm not sure i know how to play" before just destroying everyone and coming toe to toe with Sakyo in term of how to build an empire. And everyone is a bit shocked except Sakyo who's like "yeah no, makes sense to me, i've met yakuza with the same behavior he has, and they're the most terrifying ones because you never know what to expect out of them". and then Azuma replies "i would never do anything bad. maybe you want to see it for yourself, in my bed, tonight, i can be so gentle." and Sakyo stares at him, dead inside. So yeah Azuma, official menace, that Sakyo sees as "at his full potential, he could be a dangerous yakuza type." And Azuma knows it and uses it against Sakyo and it's brilliant.

And waaa what you bring up about Tasuku's training parts that's so sweet. any bonding between those two is always nice. And yeah loving Chikage's whole "you forced me to join your found family so now i'm going to become your own personal menace" character arc. he opens up one teasing at a time and it's so sweet.

Citron is sooo good aahh he's always so so good. And Tasuku always managing to make all of those things some more theater addict moment god bless him;

and yeah aahh so true for Masumi. The first time i read it i actually was so found of Masumi the whole time and then learning he was just waiting to be the first to like Izumi's insta post kinda bummed me out because the scenes were really soft about how he is less mean to people and enjoy being with them more and is definitely growing closer to them at his own rhythm that it made me sad to make it back about Izumi again, but you're right it still fits him so well and it's still sweet, and the interpersonal relationship development is still there so it's so nice.

the CG was so so sweet!! and Hisoka joining it was adorable. and yeah sobs i loved the Chikage and Hisoka scene it's so soft. AND HDLFKJD YEAH. YEAH… "Gekka" is a way to say "moon" which is also the way to say "month" (since the writting for "month" is the writting for "moon" in Japanese as well). So they are "the months" and "the moons". In Chikage's first solo, when he says "All alone beneath the moon, aah I'm filled with thoughts of you", the term he uses is "Gekka" as well. "gekka" tends to specifically ties them back to the organization in general. the usual term being used online about them is therefore Gekkagumi (gumi being how to say "troupe", re fuyugumi = winter troupe), and when we want to especially refers to them being brothers we call them gekkabros ahah

AND HELPP THAT'S SO TRUE POOR TSUAURU. and oh god i love this scenario so much. I could see yeah, Tsuzuru would never have bought a lotto ticket bc with their money situation they would need to focus everything on making sure the kids are all well cared for, and he didn't have money to leave to chance and would find it preposturous. But with how much he loves to fantasize i could totally imagine him wondering sometimes if maybe winning big, getting rich, would bring him closer to Mizuno again. He knew it was never Mizuno's intends and that it was his parents that tore them apart, so i could honestly see Tsuzuru put together that their class divide was probably a reason why, and perhaps ending up thinking about what if this gap could be filled even like that yaknow? but yeah i feel like he'd probably try to stay as rational as he can about all of this :( ANd HELPP I LOVE THE IDEA. Tsuzuru dressing in fancy dresses would be amazing i want him. Yuzo and Kashima being related would be hilarious. and hey, Kashima is also a theater kid, so why not having her related to Yuzo. It works out. It explains so much about why she'd be like this. And yeah it was really fun aahh

AND HELPP YEAH. YEAH. The moment Sakyo catches them in the lie is so funny. They really just ended up betraying themselves so readily. and i love how Sakyo knew how to single out those two, while also they were the two being all ":)? us? we did nothing wrong :) except for all the attrocities :) but it is nothing :)" meanwhile some of the rest could easily freak out because "oh Sakyo is going to kill us".

Honestly that CHIKAGE ends up being like that, as a spy, yeah, sure, alright even, but Azuma is so funny since he's supposed to be more on the normal side. Azuma you shouldn't be standing to the same level as a yakuza and a spy in term of "chill over lying and fooling people with forgery". He's so cool.

I'm glad you had fun with the event!! <3 And yeah, the good time but at the price of Sakyo's anger. worth it.

Anyway! thank you for sharing, as always, it's always a blast to read!

Autumn next!! hype to see your thoughts ;D

Take care and rest well!!!

[thehealingsystem]

top 5 cg chapters and top 5 mp100 characters for the top 5 ask game :]

OH. okay. hmmm these will probs all be c!henry centric

1. The Ink Demon

Where do I start. This chapter...perfect ending for the first part. Couldn't even think about anything better than this. Every time I even GLANCE at the ending it gives me the feels. What happened there, Henry having to trust Joey and work with him ("What about you?" GJSJFHSHHFF), the Ink Demon finally given a soul, just the pure shock + Henry reflecting on his past compared to his present. Him IMMEDIATELY adopting Bendy, seeing how he changed. And ending it off with "Now what?" Just....yes

2. Those Still, Soft Spaces

I reread this chapter a lot. Filled with fluff yet its just so...sad. I'm SO GLAD Henry got to have those moments by himself, alone, just letting himself feel and experience the world for the first time in years. Actually realizing that the time loop was broken, that he was free. Even when he had given up hope a long time ago. Him being so damn happy over chex mix of all things was just so adorable but also just so :( this chapter just hits so hard. Him crying with pure happiness, plus the toons actually getting to have a proper introduction with him. I love it

3. Blackout

This chapter was so terrifying...C!Henry IMMEDIATELY stepped up to the plate here. And seeing HS!Henry do so as well despite his fear was refreshing. We got a special moment with the Henries bc of it, but also that fight...C!Henry is so badass, but I hate how this is just his norm. And that NIGHTMARE. A part of me wants it to be more than a nightmare, and considering the theme of CG it probably was, but also does he need to suffer more. does he. the answer is no

I do have a fic in the drafts for this chapter from a different perspective (gonna be mostly hs!joey tho not solely him). When am I gonna finish it? I have no idea. But I really want to see what it was like for the rest of them. But I'm glad we got to see C!Henry's dream

Also it seems that he's gained some respect points from that fight. It clearly shows in recent chapters. "Henry'll be there!" "If anyone could keep it check, it'd be him"  “Besides, ah, Henry, he’s proven he’s not a pushover. I’ll be fine" He's gained some trust from others, they rely on him to protect them now (I personally think it should be the other way around...but I'm glad they see his reliability)

4. There's A Lot to Unpack Here...

This chapter hurts, but it was expected. Honestly it would've been better if they had known what to expect. I mean, I would too be pissed if a guy I used to be friends with had trapped me in a time loop for years, only to be suddenly brought to a separate world where nothing had ever gone wrong and that very same man's counterpart was also there, while also completely misunderstanding just what had happened there. When they started DEFENDING HIS JOEY....he got SO PISSED. I don't blame him at all ("How can you be sure it was even his fault?" Susie sweetie I know you mean well but omfg)

5. Story Time

Ah! An AWRB chapter! Finally! I was waiting for this to happen. And damn that hurt! He needed to actually admit what happened and not keep it all inside, but I feel bad for Al and Tom. Imagine finding out your entire life is a lie? Gonna be even worse when they find out who they used to be. It would probably also result in them also having their grudge against Joey. And HS!Joey's gonna feel even worse than he already does

OH and it was DEFINITELY him who eavesdropped on their conversation. We've had absolute radio silence from him on his part, and all he's done is been holed up in his office. If he's trying to find a solution for Sammy/Sam, or something more (cause believe me, why wouldn't he try to fix their side after hearing that?), I don't know

I think I'm gonna answer the second one in a separate post...don't want it too long + mp100 is too off topic for this

For anyone curious, this is about this fanfic. It's super amazing, so I suggest if you like bendy you should read it!

[knowlessman]

lol, forgot this show was a thing for a whole month. um, there's more nomus, there's smart nomus I think, endeavor fucking died except he didn't, anyway now it's movie time so probably nothing relevant to the current plot will happen and also nothing in this movie will become relevant to the plot even if it should. (bnha movie 2, heroes rising)

cg cars I think? ohey it's Lizardman from Every Villain Is Lemons. and some buckethead rando who looks like they wandered in from Dark Souls. and that… dude… the lock guy, forget his name. -- did yall fucking kidnap actual literal vegeta from dragonball

yooo it's fukken happening, Dancing Boy's fighting Frowny Man, I didn't think that was til next season

so they were actually just transporting solid snake?

(intro spiel) ♪ and then one sunny afternoon, All Might came to say... ♪

beach episode stuffs ig, no notes cept why did they have to intro mineta first

...tokoyami can fly? in broad daylight? is that, like... is that legit, or just movie-show inconsistency?

("you took an hour to find a lost kid? I'm gonna leave a bad review") should've scolded that kid back for making a fake call and wasting time that could've been spent responding to an emergency

bakugo: "I'm reserve, that means I can lie around and do fuckall unless a villain shows up" -- "cool, thanks for volunteering for guard duty" 'XD got his ass

"hurry up and master that quirk so I can fight you" bakugo continuing to think he's in dragonball

poor hat kid crying wolf. that sister of his is gonna owe him three buckets of ice cream for the chewing-out bakugo will probably give them

I thought the hero-nerfing darts were, like, resolved? Eri got rescued, but I guess there are still a lot of unused darts? -- ah, maybe they've just managed to replicate All for One.

holy shit they got jim carrey for this movie

"the next time you could come home was in ten days, right?" are these kids just completely unsupervised for ten days? don't they at least have a grandparent watching them? no wonder they can't find anything better to do than make prank calls -- dilf legoshi hates trucks? not clickbait?

k, confirmed then, psycho mantis or wever can steal quirks. …and he has mega-explosive farts that pulverise skyscrapers in the background and throw lightning everywhere whenever he does it. (he should probably take something for that.) -- now, I've never played the Metroid Prime games (cept Hunters and it probably doesn't count), but even I know a Phazon overdose when I see one

"you picked the wrong person to taunt!" "katsuki baku… oh! you're that guy that got taken hostage by the slime monster that one time, right?" -- "what's up with that guy, anyway?" A LOT. -- pokemon npcs, that's who these kids look like. they got "level 4 Caterpie" written all over them.

okay, dilf legoshi is on some cool shit. top-tier design right here for a filler villain

"an invisible wall made of air? wow, I definitely didn't just finish kicking someone's ass who had that exact quirk."

"what? the guy whose power is making explosions exploded his way out of my bandages!"

"I can't steal it… no, I don't have enough free spaces to steal them all…" shoulda bought more ram. that is interesting, tho; the previous avatars won't let One for All be stolen (or it just counts as as many quirks as it's had wielders, or maybe adds quirks to its, like, payload when a wielder has one?).

(giant inflatable-mascot-looking deku illusion) …hehe. kid could have a future in advertising.

"ha! I have air maneuverability, so I can get around your shields!" "in response, I summon yellow eyes blue dragon in attack mode!"

-- "detroit sma-" "holding priority, fartocalypse into forked lightning!"

"what happened to the villain we caught?" "you mean the one bakugo blasted in the face with nitroglycerin at point-blank range? he's tied up in the basement, but he's not talking much. probably because his lungs, teeth and entire fucking head got Galick-Gunned into oblivion"

good pep talk happening, but when does some kinda plan show up -- …okay this is actually an awesome plan, and not only takes into account everything the heroes know, but correctly guesses the villains' whole deal. …how the hell are the villains sposed to compete with this? 'XD I guess psycho mantis probably has some tricks left he hasn't shown, but they'll need some other aces in the hole. or at least to not try to come in via the front door.

dilf legoshi lights his cigar with his own fire breath. …damn this guy's cool. I mean, how many characters have fire breath, and I've never seen one do that.

they seriously have nothing to throw at psycho mantis but rocks tho, huh. they did say they gotta keep their distance, I guess. and it wouldn't be *heroic* to make spears or whatnot.

"we poisoned our weapons with a toxic mucus made by asui, who by the way can also turn invisible now." …hah????? is any of this shit canon? is this movie actually set a few episodes into s5? what gives? aoyama has also been firing lasers from his shoulders and stuff, and I don't think I've seen him do that before either. -- daaamn, dilf legoshi also knows hyper beam?

uh-oh, they got psycho mantis to his limit, but it looks like he's juicing with more Phazon to surpass it -- daaang, he's got cg thunder clouds going now. he's going super fartocalypse god super fartocalypse -- he's also got doc ock tentacles except they're dragons from yugioh

second time this movie these dumbass kids have been told to run from the villain and just sat there -- …kid, your quirk is illusions. like, okay, that didn't work last time either, but still, running TOWARDS the bad guy? and your brother is STILL just sitting there

"you did a good job, katsuma" no he fucking didn't, he ran AT the bad guy, maybe hoping his quirk would suddenly turn into something that could attack -- oh NOW you run

"but how did you avoid the lightning?" "we used kaminari as a lightning rod" 'XD harsh, but a legitimate strategy

"what would all might do?" idk, win? all might doesn't have half the brains you do, deku, I don't think he's ever made a plan in his life -- "the power to transfer power…" oh hell no, bakugo is the LAST person you should be trusting with this. deku, for all your brains, how do you still find it in you to assume the best of a guy who has bullied you relentlessly and unrepentantly your entire life?

(flashback) I forgot all for one doesn't have fucking eyes, wtf, he's got overgrown skin where his eyes should be

"besides, I'm sure all might would say it's fine if it's you" jesus christ, all might is an idiot and even he knows better than that. you may be the plan guy but you got a blind spot bigger than the sun. good thing this is a movie so nothing in it sticks.

"wh-what is this?" …so wait, you both did detroit smash and opened the clouds and shit and some lady started singing the star spangled banner or wevertf and you DIDN'T EVEN HIT THE BAD GUY WITH IT -- YOU BOTH HAVE FUCKING PURPLE ARMS AND YOU DID NOT EVEN HIT THE BAD GUY WITH IT??? HE'S STANDING RIGHT THERE TAUNTING AND POWERING UP WTF YOU JUST WASTED SO MUCH

this is some good-ass animation that they've decided to mute and set to America's football halftime showtune (it's just all slow and loud and showy so it makes me think of that, I have no idea what the actual song is but I think most of it's in English)

I'll say this about the last quarter, I like the bad guy's purple energy butterfly wings

"sayonara, one for all, I leave you in the most abusive, self-centered person I know's homicidal hands" -- "the predecessors gave them a miracle…" okay so maybe all might doesn't know better, but the previous avatars do and rejected vegeta, thank fuck

"good night, Nine. good work." but he didn't do anything here. also can handface eat people's quirks too?

"vegeta doesn't remember anything about the transfer of one for all…" again, thank fuck. I guess they knew he'd be impossible to write from there without officially making him an antagonist. hell, how often does a movie have to specify one character not remembering the events from it? (I know, from the writer's perspective it's just that he would talk about it, but really, they're way too generous to his personality in general)

the kid's only got a healing quirk, stop telling him he'll be a hero, he'll think he's a front-liner when he can do no good there. the back line is just as important.

eh. end part was a little annoying, but was good movie overall. Pretty much everybody got to do cool shit, and the action bits were cool.

[honoringthehorrific]

I watched Orphan: First Kill and heres what i thought…

Spoilers under the cut 💕

God can I just say i loved this movie? What a fucking prequel! I went to a theater in a whole other city to see it and let me say it did not disappoint. The movie sets itself in 2007 and while there are some drawbacks i have with this later on, for now i think the timeline tracks. Sarne institute gets a deeper look as they introduce a woman coming for art therapy. I personally think Sarne got a killer update in terms of looks (obviously in the first we only see them briefly) we see how the facility handles Leena (soon to be Esther) and her attempts to escape or be violent. We see that Leena hates being regarded as a child, in-fact so much so that she would kill over it. To be honest I love Leena’s blood lust and will to survive. One of my favorite kills of the movie was her bashing the perverted guard’s head into a splatter on the wall.

In terms of effects i think first kill out did itself. While it is obvious the actress aged its really easy (for me at least) to over look especially with the mastery of camera angles and special shoes aiding in keeping the illusion. I also have seen people explain it away as Leena is not as good at makeup in this earlier timeline as she was when she met the Colemans. Visually the kills are great and the effects on honestly everything look peachy! I can say with my whole chest that i don’t think there was a kill the whole movie i looked at and said “that looks lame” even if theres potentially CG (I’m not certain) its not outright noticeable at first watch for someone like me who is an avid disliker of CG fx in horror (practical all the way baby!)

I have rooted for Esther this entire time, from the first movie to the first kill. Something in me wants this woman to win. We see it more sort of in this one. It does numbers for her. We see that she really is just a grown woman almost trapped in this body and act. She wants a normal life, she wants romance, and possibly even a family of her own but it is thrown in her face repeatedly that this will never happen. Especially by the (in my opinion) true antagonists of the movie. While it is disturbing and unnerving to see what is visually a little girl chasing after older men again and again its also sort of tragic. Even with all shes done to preserve herself and her existence Leena will never be her own adult…

Which brings me to the antagonists of this movie. If Leena isn’t the bad guy then who the hell is?! The Albright family…well not the entire family. This psycho mother and her Norman Bates vibes of a son are the plot twist of the movie. See this mother knew Leena was a fraud the entire time, but how could she know that? Mother’s intuition? Does Leena look too different? No my friends its because her son killed the real Esther, and instead of turning him into the police, she helped him hide the body because she would rather lose one baby to murder than two to murder and prison. Meanwhile the only person in this family i feel bad for is the dad. He loved his daughter so much and you can tell. Getting to do art with Leena is big for him, and his bond with our Esther is what saves her skin when it comes to getting outed.

Throughout the movie we see Leena fall in love with the paternal figure and while we know its doomed from the start (not just because he sees her as his missing daughter but we know theres a whole other movie following this) Its sad to see how the mother teases Leena and holds it over her head that its her husband and that Leena will never have a husband. Its also sad that when the abuse from the mother and the son begin, the father is the only one she can run to and he goes out of town part way through the abuse.

The abuse makes the kills all the more satisfying, and I cant lie I got a little rowdy in my chair when it came to cheering Esther on. I have a few qualms with the movie, like why the mother had an iphone (im aware they released 2007 and this is a wealthy family but it felt a bit jarring for something set to 2007) i am mildly upset with how certain parts were touched once and never again. For instance Leena finds Esther’s diary and instead of using it to her advantage uses it to call the mother mommy instead.

However I loved the call backs we did get. We get Esther storing photos in her decaying bible from sarne, we get her false teeth being more of a prominent thing (it being what blows her cover to Allen at the end. They also get knocked out a few times. We hear her listening to a song that she sings in the next movie to John Coleman during the seduction scene, and we find out where Esther learned to paint with black light.

Over All

I adored this movie. It made me want more, I love Leena and I love rooting for her. Im still a firm believer that horror movies can bring characters back from the dead any time they’d like, and i think it would be fun and interesting to see Esther’s story continue or see more of her origins and what landed her in sarne.

Either way this is a killer good watch and while not all too scary in my opinion. The kills and the character development is worth it alone

[suspiciouslypinkrosegarden]

Pairing: Suit Saeran x Non Gendered Reader

Description: A little fic based on that gorgeous Suit birthday title screen CG we got this year. Go on, put on that dazzling outfit. There is one problem here with Suit’s plan though…you don’t know ballet to perform for him. Guess you’ll just have to dance together </3

Little note for readers who don’t identify as female: On stage, EVERYONE wears makeup (lipstick, eyebrows, all of it) in order to emphasize features for the audience to see. And costumes are also very important, including ones with glitter! Suity here doesn’t discriminate, everything here is following performing arts rules. Feel free to think of the costume in any way you like as it isn’t referred to as a dress! It’s anything! Local theater kid here isn’t a lier promise.

I wrote this pretty much exactly after the CG was revealed :3 so it’s older

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“Perfect...what a well behaved doll~”

Saeran crossed his arms in front of him, showing you his signature smirk in a smug look of victory. He studied you, traveling down from your face to the outfit you so graciously modeled for him, admiring the way it hugged your waist and fell with such a poof at the bottom, black feathers adorning the soft silky material. He coughed upon noting the exposed bit of skin the outfit left in your chest area, and he made it painfully obvious that where his glance landed up was the cause of the tiny loss of composure.

You couldn’t help but feel rather flustered under his gaze, relief washing over you as his eyes finally met yours again.

“So...it took it being a special day for you to finally listen to me? Well? Did you enjoy the show at least, toy? Wasn’t it cute? The little dolly made of my little doll finally doing what you’re supposed to do. Entertaining me! That is your purpose! And today…,” he huffed through his nose with laughter. “You’re finally going to do that properly! That wasn’t just any old puppet show...but a demonstration of how today is going to go. You’re going to dance for me as I sit back and enjoy my cake in front of you...and if the performance is good enough, you can have a bite. Aren’t I generous today?”

He snickered as you tried your hardest not to sigh tiredly, not necessarily completely annoyed by him but…needless to say this wasn't something you’d have planned. There was a short pause as he tapped his foot a few times impatiently. Clearly you weren’t getting his message.

“So then, toy? Dance for me! And dance for this sugary treat~”, he cackled, sliding the small plate in your direction before pulling it back, taunting you much like a toddler. Perhaps waving a reward in front of your face would light a fire under you.

It was moments like these where you found yourself wondering what good you initially thought you’d get from blindly following a complete stranger to a hidden location in the mountains. Truth be told, today you were mainly humoring his whims because of the sheer amount of detail and effort he put into this charade, and because you were curious to try on that exquisite costume. Birthday boy or not...this couldn’t become a regular thing of his.

“Oh..oh oh oh and one more thing.”

Saeran rather excitedly crouched down for the blue present box underneath the table, easily popping its lid off and pulling out the final piece of your outfit; the same feathers and golden crown worn by your doll.

“Aren’t you excited? You get to be royalty for the day...my prince(ss)..my birthday present to play with! Why else did you think I’d instruct you to wear your hair like that before I came?”

Sending someone in to do your hair for you that evening and pamper you was the proper explanation for what actually went on. It wasn’t like it would be an easy feat to add such a lovely jeweled hair piece to your do alone. The timid believer who assisted you even brought you a perfume sent by him...so you, according to the note attached, “wouldn’t smell so awful”. On the bright side, you really did feel dazzling, the pearls in your hair matching the ones on your new attire.

“Well...come closer so I can put it on you. I won’t bite...as long as you listen,” he teased, bringing himself forward to close up more of the gap between you two.

You bowed your head slightly in response as he fiddled with how the headpiece sat, occasionally feeling his hands smooth down and readjust little parts of your hair. Once he was confident the job was done, he took a step back to admire his work of art. He seemed proud of his accomplishments; his ability to get you to play dress up for him and how the puppet show went so perfectly after so much practice...and now was the time for his hard work to pay off. He expected you to make every bit his birthday fantasy come true, which was evident in everything from his expressions to body language. But there was a problem. You didn’t know ballet.

Saeran took his birthday hat and placed it upon his head grumpily before plopping in the seat you once previously enjoyed his performance in. He sat with a slouch, bringing his plate of cake to him, noming down on a small bite before speaking again with his mouth a bit full.

“Come on, toy! I’m waiting now that you’re all ready!”

He tapped his foot impatiently again.

You decided to address your concerns slowly.

“Uhm...Saeran..? The dance you made the puppet do was ballet…”

“Yes, aren’t you clever? So do some ballet for me.”

“That’s the thing...I haven’t done ballet since I was practically a baby. I’m not sure how to...and you’d have to turn on the music-”

Rational thinking interrupted your nervous attempt to reason a proper way to do this. “And hey...why am I dancing for you anyways?”

He tilted his head, raising a brow in disapproval.

“Because I say so, and because you value your life and your stomach. Remember? I can toss you out at any time,” he puffed, “and this cake will save you from your misery of having an empty belly. You will work for your food and convince me you deserve it!”

“...Ok..? But again...I don’t know how to do ballet anymore-”

Saeran cut you off with the sharp screeching of his chair’s legs dragging backwards against the ground, standing swiftly.

“Did I ask for excuses..? Hahaha...most people would be more pleasant on their birthdays..”, he stepped towards you. “...Is that what you’re expecting from me? Hmm? To be all sweet and sappy because it’s my big day? Extra nice to you? I still won’t tolerate disobedience...in fact, I have less patience today!”

He finished his march to you until he could make certain his dominance was well established through a face-to-face threatening scowl, towering over you best he could. He cupped your chin, tilting it up so you were forced to meet him in all his fury.

“You’re going to dance today. You’re going to dance today because I ordered you to do so, little airhead. Even if I have to force you!”

Releasing his hold on your face, he then grasped your left hand, intertwining your fingers, giving you a good yank forward into him. He caught you on his chest as you gasped in slight shock, the feeling of his hand making its way to the side of your waist; the unexpected cold touch making you shiver as you felt it through the fabric of your outfit.

There was an awkward pause as the two of you stood together in silence for a moment, Saeran just watching you with bated breath. The quiet was eating at you, feeling your heart clamoring against your ribs as you waited for him to initiate something. Your stare drifted down to his chain which sat within your outfit’s front feathers before moving back up. It was cute that he’d pick out a gold one for his birthday. You piped up as you heard him finally swallow saliva.

“We uh...need music..if you want to dance together. I think this is a good solution, actually.”

You gave him a smile, the same gentle look he’d cursed dozens of times before for making him feel so gross in the stomach. He kept quiet this time, but your expression made him feel no different than usual, if not more so.

“I knew that. Obviously we can’t dance to nothing. Tch, don’t get smart with me…”

Sure he knew that.

He let go of your hand to reach out and press play on the little radio he’d tucked away behind the little stage, contorting himself to stay close to you before returning to your old ready to dance position. He pulled you to the right with a shuffle together away from the set to a clear space in the room, closer to the window, the glow of the soft moonlight catching on the intricate glittery details of your costume.

Saeran stared for a mere moment, stiff as a statue as you placed your free hand on his shoulder. You could tell from the shifting of his eyes he was trying his best not to gawk now that he was getting a solid look at you up against him, clearing his throat with an “akhem” to collect himself. He’d never admit the tips of his ears felt hot to the touch.

Finally, with your prompting, the inviting melody which drifted through the room allowed the two of you to begin swaying together; Saeran watching your feet to understand the 1-2-3 step movements you did. He got the hang of it pretty quickly, grinning confidently as he took more lead and a firmer hold on your waist. It was a simple dance, rocking a tad and moving in a circle, the expression you showed him sweet and caring as he peered into your reflective (e/c) pools, (and perhaps it was flustered and nervous too). He, on the other hand, wouldn’t allow his mask of cocky satisfaction to be taken off so easily, despite the rosy hue his pale cheeks took on.

“My my...such a warbled little smile I’m receiving from you~ are you enjoying this, doll? Don’t lie, I can see just how red you are..pfft- is dancing with your prince something you’ve day dreamed about before? You and your delusions-”

You decided to outright call him out. He can’t just tease you like this when he came up with this whole plan in the first place, now can he?

“Says the one who made a detailed puppet set of the building we’re in. And two dolls of us. And got me a costume. And got me ballet shoes, which my whole outfit matches the doll’s exactly, by the way. And you even put on a whole show, plus made me do my hair the way you like...who’s day dream are we actually living out? Oh and don’t forget...you’re the one who took my hand to dance too~”.

You winked at him, eliciting a low growl which rumbled in his throat. His face grew redder, perhaps with rage.

“Hey...I never said I didn’t like it. The detail is incredible, and I’m being honest. I’m not sure how much work you put into it all...but I can tell it was a lot. You, sir, have a hidden talent. I’d like to see what else you can do with more free time for yourself….”

He sneered, “I’m not going to keep humoring you with more stuff like this, if that’s what you’re implying. Maybe with more free time, I’ll only find myself coming up with new ways to make you bend and break! But, I will take your compliment as you can at least appreciate this all as a work of my geniusness. I’m a busy busy man, but I found free time to set up a playdate with my toy. So stop pushing my buttons! You should feel lucky I graced you with my presence! It’s my birthday...and I’m stuck looking at your stupid face!”

“Hmm...again, with all that planning I think someone wanted to see ‘my stupid face’. And I do feel lucky, because I get to spend your birthday with you, although I wish I could have organized something myself. And what I meant was...Saeran this is a work of art. The dolls look hand crafted and painted, including the outfits which must’ve been sown for today in order to match perfectly. I also noticed the pearls on my costume match the ones on your birthday hat. And the set...some of the paint even appears as if its liquid leaf...which it might not be but still. Once we’re finished dancing, I want to go and admire your efforts. Especially the cute little replica of yourself you made~!”

Saeran sputtered angrily.

“You….are certainly an A grade weirdo. Don’t you hate this, even a little? Isn’t it sucky for you? Having to be my puppet today!”

“I’m no one’s puppet. I’m enjoying myself because I get to dress up, dance with you, and learn about a new skill of yours.”

He stopped your swaying with a halt, and you could feel his once icy hand in yours growing hotter by the second. His grip tightened as if to warn you he might hurt you with a squeeze, but within a second, it softened, and he let go momentarily to run it through his poofy locks. He grumbled.

“I don’t know why I even bother with an airhead like yourself. You didn’t even use the stamps I left so clearly out in front of you.”

You grinned at the opportunity suddenly presented to you. You hadn’t given him a birthday gift yet, and here was the chance to give him something small, but memorable.

“Hey Saeran...do you like the shade of lipstick I’m wearing today? It’s kind of purpleish..you know, a combination of red and blue. Like your stamps if the ink is mixed.”

He gulped, furrowing his brows.

“What are you getting at? I don’t care about your silly stage makeup I instructed the believer to do...”

You faked a sigh, “Sorry, sorry. I’ll make sure to get on that last bit right now about the stamps, since we’re no longer dancing.”

Without hesitation, you took him by the open sides of his striking suit jacket, pulling him to you to turn and plant a quick but firm kiss on his cheek. You then let him go, drinking in his wide eyed blushy appearance, raising his hand to touch the prominent lipstick mark you left on him. He wiped the area as if to show he didn’t like it, only to look down at the swipe of purple on his fingertips.

“See there? A stamp! And there’s more where that came from~”

[airyairyaucontraire]

Five episodes into Camp Cretaceous and I can report:

- they ARE acknowledging the "people get eaten" aspect, the kids actually witnessed a couple of adults who were trying to warn them to take shelter being munched by Indominus rex (also found someone dead in an overturned jeep) - no deaths or bodies are visible onscreen but the kids' shocked reactions imply them.

- I now know "Texas"'s name is Sammy, well done me, and she has ditched the black jacket for a much more suitable summery halter top, although she is wearing it with indigo jeans and cowboy boots. She is also a spy who has been taking stolen information and samples to a drone that leaves the island at night, and since she realised Brooklynn accidentally filmed her taking a swab from a friendly dinosaur in the background of one of her videos, she stole the phone while it was charging, wasn't able to put it back with the video wiped before Brooklynn noticed it was gone, had to lie and say she didn't know where it was, Brooklynn is pissed as hell (people keep borrowing her phone because she's the only one who was allowed to keep hers at camp, since the whole point of her being there is to promote the resort with exclusive vlogs), and now the phone (which Sammy was carrying in her jeans pocket) got broken in a fall (nobody else knows yet, Sammy is still hiding it). Brooklynn is absolutely right to suspect Sammy but Yasmina, who only just made friends with Sammy, is already ride or die and defends her fiercely. Presidential Alert THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGG

- can I say how much I appreciate that the girls are fighting over a stolen phone and whether Sammy is engaged in THEME PARK ESPIONAGE, not over something boring like a boy

- I am not suggesting all boys are automatically boring, but fighting over them definitely is

- Also Yasmina does love dinosaurs, she has a sketchbook full of them, I'm glad somebody other than Darius is Here For The Right Reasons. Unclear how she got a golden ticket or, still, why poor Ben is there at all (but his crayon drawing of himself playing chess with a friendly ankylosaurus was very sweet - he just seemed scared of dinosaurs until he got to see a wee anky hatching from its egg at Dr Wu's lab and promptly adored it).

- Contrary to the usual cartoon tendency, even in very detailed CG cartoons like this, for characters' appearance to be fixed on model with changes rare (I remember bitching about this in the Trollhunters/Arcadia series, particularly the way the kids sleep in their school PE uniforms because apparently the asset design budget did not run to designing pyjamas! and when everyone goes to Aja and Krel's house during summer vacation they sit around the swimming pool fully dressed and no one swims because they have not been designed swimsuits!), not only have characters changed outfits since arriving at camp, there's real attention going into how their clothes and hair become more dirty and dishevelled as the peril goes on, eg Yasmina's top has popped a shoulder seam, everyone has spatters of mud and dust on their clothes, Sammy's bobbed hair looks bedraggled and sweaty and Yas and Brooklynn's longer hair is pulling out of their ponytail and bun respectively, while Darius' curls are looking increasingly frizzy. Kenji's hair is holding up remarkably well, I suspect it is rock hard with gel. I love hair details.

- Kenji just showed leadership by declaring himself The Leader, and then as leader, telling everyone to listen to Darius because he knows what he's doing.

- Weird detail: perhaps for the benefit of international dubbing, all the on-screen text with a few exceptions like the park logo and the word "RESTRICTED" on a door in the lab (Brooklynn gets caught snooping, apparently not having considered that posting video of top secret R&D is not the kind of exclusive content the park wants her to share, and claims she thought the sign said "restroom") - whew, where was I? All the on-screen text is squiggles/not any language I recognise, a bit like the writing in Pokémon world:

[verryberriess]

How the King of Elfhame Lost His Stories | Part 1

tap picture for better quality :3

Rating: M (NSFW)

Synopsis: As long as Jude didn’t go back to the human world, she would remain by his side. (CANON-COMPLIANT)

Word Count: 6,206

A/N: Sorry!!! I take a long time to write, but I’m really excited about this. Thanks again to @maastrash​ for helping me with edits<3 :3

Cardan looked back at his queen, sleeping soundly on the bed beside him. He examined her sleeping profile: her luscious colored lips that always kept him wanting more, long eyelashes he admired for framing her walnut-colored eyes, and the line of her jaw that he loved to kiss over and over again. He laid beside her, resting his head against his palm while his arm took up his weight. Despite its king size, Jude had somehow managed to wrap most of the duvet around herself, leaving Cardan the meager edges to lie under. 

Cardan didn’t mind. Some nights he would yank back the covers from her, a tug of war of sorts that usually lasted for hours on end, carrying on until someone fell asleep first. Sometimes the covers were tugged back unconsciously from the other’s grasp, which ended up leaving either Jude or him cold and freezing in the morning. Most nights, however, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, after a cozy entanglement of love making.

She was so cute, so beautiful, he thought. Curled up, Jude looked peaceful. Not a scowl in sight. This was Sleeping Jude, a side of Jude that only few are able to get to know well. A side of Jude that is sighted only when the sun is high and it is early twilight, where her breaths are even and relaxed and the stress of the night’s schemes didn’t hinder her. A side of Jude that only Cardan’s eyes were allowed to see.  

He peered at the pendant that hung around her neck loosely. Crafted unprofessionally and held together by a simple snake knot, the leather string was weighed down by a rusty brass coin that seemed hastily carved with the initials “JD x CG”. How the thing had not yet been lost to time or turned into dust, despite these thousands of years, was beyond him. He smiled. 

It was a cheesy gift, one that he had prepared quickly in the week before Jude’s coronation as queen. He gave it to her while he pulled her aside from the extravagance of the revel, wanting to have his newly crowned queen all to himself for at least once that night.

Cardan thought how utterly surreal it was since then. To think that he had spent thousands of nights since the coronation with this mortal woman that was his sweet nemesis, that he used to scorn and ridicule her just because she was disgustingly always on his mind. No, he couldn’t betray himself anymore. It wasn’t disgusting at all. He had welcomed those thoughts, and remembered how his eyes always seemed to find her form in the crowd, trailing after her, no matter the area or size of the crowd. And when she wasn’t in sight, her wicked presence had infested his mind, occupying the back of his thoughts like a parasite he would do nothing towards to resist. But now, she was next to him, besides him always. His wicked queen. 

It was rare for him to have woken up before her. She had been tired lately, sleeping in more than usual. He watched the sun dip into the horizon and a flurry of colors overcast the sky, illuminating a soft glow around Jude from the opening between the curtains. 

Slowly, she stirred. Her nose wrinkled and she shifted a bit, moving closer towards his direction. Her eyes puckered but they gradually opened. Jude blinked up at Cardan, while he stared back.

“How long have you been watching me sleep?” Jude asked accusingly.

Cardan smiled, his face of wicked amusement. “Never will I lose appreciation for my lovely wife’s incriminations, but I must admit that I’ve been awaiting your rising to kiss those hooded eyefolds of yours.” 

“When did you ever start waiting to do something?” 

“Since whenever it had to do with you.” Cardan put down the arm he had been resting his head upon, leaning in towards Jude. As he got closer, he watched Jude squeeze her eyes shut, allowing him to close the space between them. Cardan pressed his lips against the lid of her eye as promised, soon maneuvering to her neglected right. He pulled back and smiled. 

Jude opened her eyes again, “Well that’s certainly one way to fully rouse me. I feel like it was only last night when we first exchanged our vows.” She propped herself up and flipped over the covers. It was time for her to get out of bed and go about her royal duties, but Cardan didn't want her escaping his presence just yet. 

Rid of his tired daze, with a sudden haste Cardan catapulted himself out of the bed and made his way to the bathing room after Jude, who went towards the chamber pot, and bent over it. “Throughout our past thousands of years of marriage, I never believed that my kissing you would make you withdraw away from me.” 

He prepped himself at the sink, as servants readied the bath for him. He watched Jude undress, slipping off her sheer nightgown and letting the air taste her nude flesh. He couldn’t help but admire her as he stripped out of his own satin night shirt. He would never tire of her form. He’s always been fascinated by the simplicity of the mortal figure. Surrounded by the complexity of the fae, Cardan was used to seeing mixed forms, of which consisted of fae with animalistic or plant aspects, though he had long accepted that he was a slave to Jude’s sloped breasts and sweet lies. Despite their nightly activities, and the fact that he and Jude had fulfilled each and every one of his sexual fantasies, seeing her nude body dip into the tub of rose water renewed his raging fervor for her. It was like seeing her without those garments and petty underthings for the first time again. Again and again. Every night.

He joined her in the tub. The water, infused with a few dozen oils and scents he never took the time to learn the names of, lapped at his skin. 

“The depths of your desire is very apparent right now, Cardan.” Jude remarked.

“As always, dear wife.” He smirked.

Every now and then they would do this. He would wash her back, since he enjoyed the touch of her skin, while Jude arched against the tips of his fingers that lingered seconds too long. He never tired of the suds that he always popped and of Jude’s eye rolls at his childish behavior. They would banter before a silence befell them, soak up the essences of the water until their skins became raw and wrinkled, and get out of the bath to get ready for the night’s tasks.

Although Cardan knew she didn’t fancy it, ever since Jude had been crowned her wardrobe had become more extravagant than ever. He didn’t mind, especially since the range in lacy underthings had upgraded, much to his benefit. Though, Jude had added upon her own tastes as well: tops, pants, shorts, anything she’d be able to move fluidly in. Her collection of sword sheaths and belts further fascinated him, due to the pockets that fitted their respective array of knives, daggers, and other deadly poisons he wouldn’t dare wield.

Jude donned a pale blue court dress adorned with crow feathers, while he dressed in a black doublet with velvet cuffs, breeches, and a fur capelet. He tossed his own crown atop his hair, not worried about its placement. 

“What do your royal duties consist of today?” Cardan inquired. 

Jude set the crown onto her head and attached Nightfell to her hip as she strolled to the door, “The usual. Scheming, power-plays, and paperwork.” She pauses. “And, perhaps I may go out riding with Grima Mog.” 

Cardan replied, “Ah, yes, I forget we are knee-deep in affairs with the Court of Teeth. Taking Grima Mog would make a fine decision.” He lowered into a chair, “Should you need my presence on your ride, however, I would much oblige.” 

In response, Jude tilted her head and smiled, “I’ll keep that in mind. Join me for lunch, though?”

He thought of his own duties he would attend to today, but didn’t think twice about having lunch with Jude. He had never placed his work before her and wouldn’t ever even entertain such a ridiculous idea. “In the garden. With the silver-blue roses. Alone.” 

Jude grinned harder before she was off. Cardan waited in the armchair, allowing the servants to commence dusting his cheeks with gold and adorning him with an assortment of jewelry. Besides her crown, pendant, and Nightfell, Jude rarely embellished herself in the other brooches and ornaments he had gifted to her. He knew she didn’t place value in such “meaningless trinkets,” as she called them, but he loved to see her in finery. To observe the shine of gold she occasionally wore not even be able to compete to her even more illustrious presence. 

By the time Cardan yielded himself back to reality, the servants had already finished with him. He dismissed them.

Jude took command over his thoughts far too often the past few days. He was looking forward to lunch. Or, maybe it was because the anniversary of her coronation was coming up. 

Cardan stood up and left their chamber. 

He made his way to the study, meeting with a few members of the court to plan the final arrangements for the week-long revel in two days. 

~.~.~.~.~

“And since it is the 1600th year of our reign, I expect no less than grandiose. I want feasts, debauchery, and excess— golden beetle thread embroidered onto seats, glowlight vines, wine! Goblets and carafes of the best mortal wine—“

A courtier, scribbling as fast as she could on her leaflets of notes, interrupted, “Your Majesty-- ”

Despite the disarray of the small audience in the room, Cardan continued without regress, “Everything must be labeled. Faerie wine, rosettes of meat, hazelnuts, and bread and cheese alike. Should I set my gaze upon even an inkling of faerie fruit or hear the slightest hint of the treachery against the queen, it’s off to the Tower of Forgetting.” 

“Your pardon, our stores for mortal wine are depleted, I’m afraid.” Randalin, the Minister of Keys said worriedly, “The last time we’ve tried to replenish the stock was disastrous. According to the last Folk who ventured to the human world, the mortals had quite the frenzy discovering our… ah, differences.” 

But Cardan interjected once again, “If it’s such a problem, why have we continued to rendezvous with the kind for so long? We’ve had thousands of nights with the beverage at no hindrances. Continue to do whatever you have done before to restore the stock.” With that, Cardan took a long swig from his goblet. He set it down, before continuing. “Any state matters shall be discussed elsewhere, in the strategy room, so that my wife is present to consult with the rest of your woes.” 

The courtiers paled. Everyone in Elfhame was already well-aware of their queen’s reputation. Nonetheless, they respected her, as Cardan expected it so. Jude had grown into her power and legislation beautifully. Politics and schemes were in her favor, and cruelness and bloodshed at her behest. There was no room to humiliate, discredit, or taint her honor.

Cardan got up from his cushioned chair and made his way to the doorway. “Now, since this meeting has since been hours too long, I shall release myself. The pleasure of my world has been delayed long enough.” He left the courtiers to discuss among themselves the matters of the ball without him. They would be able to take care of it themselves. 

He shut the door behind him and walked out into the hall. Cardan had long been accustomed to ruling, but he still found said matters of state boring. Although he would have liked to refrain from admitting such, his attention span was the size of a honey cake and his mind often wandered elsewhere. Nevertheless, he contributed to council meetings. He entertained his court with his musings, and he also found himself confident in complementing Jude’s decrees with his own advising. They balanced each other out.

Cardan carried a certain poise in his step as he walked throughout the halls of the palace. The estate had never been a home to him until he made those vows with Jude. 

He got to the garden, satisfied at the sight of the picnic blanket and basket laid out upon the grass amongst the green scenery. He was glad that the Bomb had gotten his message about getting someone to set up the picnic for them. The meeting had taken three hours, and he couldn’t help but doze off at the thought of lunch the whole time. Although he and Jude ate together regularly, it wasn’t every day that they had cute setups. Cardan smiled in victory to himself. How victorious it felt to have come up with an excellent idea. A picnic in the garden! Where Jude had disposed of his deceased brother!

Settling himself on the picnic blanket, he waited for Jude’s arrival. The moon was bright tonight, allowing him an easy glance at the green around him, with the occasional difference in hue in the trees and flowers. Night sprites buzzed and sounded the air with a light hum. He tinkered with the woven twigs that made up the basket, poking and prodding at the delicate framework to pass the time. 

Too immersed in his new plaything, the crackle of laughter above him startled him. He looked up at Jude’s laughing form. She held her sides, looking like she was trying to hold herself together, and her body bent at some awkward angle. This was another side of Jude he appreciated. 

He had discovered her ability to laugh early in their marriage. Before then, in contrast, he couldn’t remember a time when she had ever laughed while in his presence. He knew he, himself, was to blame for who he was back then. The first time he had delighted at her laughter, he wordlessly promised himself he would try to encourage her laughter and happiness further. He wanted to hear the sound every day-- let it replace the honey wine he used to drown himself in. 

It was back when both he and Jude journeyed to the human world to visit Vivi and Heather. Cardan was fascinated by the tiny space that Jude had once lived in while in exile. He couldn’t believe his eyes at the way humans lived without magic, utilizing light and a continuous flow of charge to power their suspicious devices and supposedly, their whole world. He had been confused at the combination of tomato and cheesy bread, but deemed it appetizing. And when he had tried to glamour his attire to match that of the styles of what the humans wore, he was so utterly confused, he found Jude uncontrolled in a way that was full of energy, doubling over and eyes squeezed shut as she clutched at her belly. He guessed that his attire was what caused her reaction, so he replaced his doublet with some shirt that belonged to Vivi’s human friend. Regardless, apparently his newly upgraded state of dress appeared even more ridiculous because it had provoked Jude to laugh even harder. 

How unfair of her. She was as unsuited to the human world as himself, but he loved the glow of her happiness when she laughed. So he had grinned back in return. 

“You looked like you required no other company besides yourself and that basket of yours!” Jude called.

Cardan sensed a trend in Jude’s source of laughter.

“Well, I admit this basket makes fine company, but I wouldn’t think it would make for great long term companionship.” Cardan retorted. If causing Jude’s laughter was to be at his expense, he may perhaps go along with her foolery.

“Yes, and I would.” 

“You’re not wrong. It neither speaks nor sneers. It’s convinced me to not partake in pursuing this friendship further, however disappointed it may be.” Cardan watched Jude take a seat next to him. She proceeded to flip open the lid of the basket, going through the collection of assorted foods inside.

“A grave loss,” Jude confirmed. “What do we have here?” She asked incredulously, waving out the small cardboard box. The box was twelve inches in diameter. Its smell was extremely pungent but nostalgically familiar-- something he hadn’t had in a long time. He couldn’t decipher what it was. Jude set the box on the blanket between them and lifted up the lid. “Pizza?” Her eyes widened at him. 

“Ah, so this is how the royal kitchen interprets ‘savory for a human.’ I’m quite pleased, I hadn’t known that this is what they would plan.” Cardan answered.

“Its smell rivals that of humans'. Did they make it themselves?” Jude had already taken it upon herself to grab a slice. The strings of cheese were reluctant in parting with themselves in the other slices, but it stood no chance against Jude’s merciless attack. 

Jude looked so casual. She had flayed out her dress so that she could extend her legs across the blanket, removing her shoes in the process so she sat barefoot. Another side of Jude he loved, Cardan noted. How she could be so effortless in her movements and still be able to disarm him. To others, she was a fierce murderess. Conversely, to him, she was always a seductress in waiting, yielding secrets about herself to him in bits and pieces that he lapped up so eagerly and fervently. It had already been more than a thousand years, yet he still had so much he needed to know about her.  

“I’m confident that they did.” Cardan grabbed a piece for himself and bit into its tip with conviction. He knew exactly what pizza was now. And how to eat it. Cardan had accumulated an Insmoor’s worth of experience eating the savory dish throughout the first few times he and Jude visited the human world. “Many are too cowardly to simply fetch wine from a mortal department store.” He relished in the ratio between the sauce and cheese. He appreciated the effort the chefs had put in to add the prawns as toppings, allowing him to reminisce of their first journey there. 

“I suppose that it’s good for the stores to have depleted. I’d like to lay low on the liquor for a while.” Jude continued to bite into her pizza. Small specks of red sauce stained the area around her mouth. 

Not a strange request since Jude had never been a big drinker, but ever since they had gotten mortal alcohol that's safe for her to drink, Jude indulged herself on occasion. Cardan smiled at the thought. She ought to hold her liquor better. At their last event, while Cardan had downed goblets after goblets of faerie fruit cocktails to get himself past tipsy, she had already been a stumbling mess at the table.

“That would delight the courtiers in excess. Dear wife, so you do have a heart after all. ” He mused. 

 “In some circumstances.” With only three slices left, they had almost finished the pizza. “Do you remember when we journeyed to the hidden lake in Insmire a few weeks ago, where we conversed of forever together?”

Cardan answered, “... We have an eternity and a few. Why, are you worried that your days will have become a bore and that your love for me will shrivel? Fear not, for I will never allow that.” 

“I have been resting more often than late, but I have never been bored. In fact, things have actually become more interesting…” 

Weeks ago, Cardan took Jude through the Milkwood to visit the hidden lake he had used to traverse to by himself.

It was a secret spot, one only known to a few, and he took Jude there for the first time, to finally reveal one of his long kept secrets. Despite the title he had given it, the lake was more like a large pond, home to hundreds of forest and water sprites, pixies, and nymphs. 

When the moon was at its brightest, where it was closest to the surface of Elfhame in its orbit, the brilliance of the lake was unparalleled. Pixies and sprites alike illuminated the surroundings to reflect the moonlight that shone upon the crystal waters, overcasting a soft glow in the midst of the dark surroundings. It was at this time where not only the creatures and faerie of the Milkwood celebrated the glow of the moon, but the flowers, waters, insects, and soil participated as well. It was at only this time of year when the hidden lake’s flowers of gold and cerulean hues bloomed in full, casting off a shimmering spectacle of reflective light among the greenery.

But to wait thousands of years for the perfect time to show Jude, had been absolutely devastating to him. He had only wanted to show her his favorite spot when it was at its finest, disappointing himself year after year when he had to refuse her requests to venture to the lake. 

“It’s absolutely beautiful,” Jude whispered, her eyes taking in the sight of the hovering flower sprites. “To think that you’ve been hiding this after all this time. How cruel of you.”

“I just wanted to wait until the time was right-- when the moon is at its closest and brightest.” Cardan explained. “Every year I surveyed the stars, confronted Baphen of the state of the moon, waiting and waiting for the perfect time to take you. And when I finally got an answer that the time would be tonight, after more than four thousand years since the last Moondrop, I knew my efforts to outsmart your scheming, pesky stalking, and fake anguish would all be worth it. And it is. Your glowing, my sweet Jude.”

Jude grinned. Beautiful and wide. Lashes brimmed against the soft smooth of her cheeks when she smiled so hard, he could tell her cheeks strained. “I love you.” 

Cardan’s cheeks burned. His face felt so hot, and later the rest of his body. His tail had gotten out free, twitching back and forth excitedly, enamored by the buzz of his thoughts and feelings for the mortal woman before him. “I love you too.”

He tugged Jude against him, hugging her tightly against his chest. This-- having her soft body pressed up against his, molding to fit against his frame, and her soft pretty lips so close to his own he felt, rather than heard, the slight breaths that escaped her, and the hair that framed her face ticking his chin. By the gods, he wanted to kiss her so badly. He loved her so much, so, so much. The only figure who had shown him love in this life, how to love, and how it felt to feel desired and wanted. Everything was mutual between them. It was too good to be true. 

This mortal woman that he had tricked himself into hating for the longest time in his youth, was the one he wanted by his side forever. Cardan clutched Jude so tightly, like he was afraid she would disperse into thin air before him and take away every feeling of love she had permitted him. He clutched each of her declarations so tightly to his heart, never in his life had he felt so overwhelmed and obsessed with something. Only when it came to her. 

He started with her lips, not at all soft or light. He pressed his lips into hers fiercely, wanting to taste all of her. And when that wasn’t enough, he met her tongue in a passionate dance, that ultimately turned into a battle of wills between two stubborn souls, relentless and unyielding. They shared breaths, and Jude reached up a hand to run up the side of his taut muscles, his body hot and aroused from the scalding tension between them. 

Jude pulled away, though she was still near enough so he could feel her deep exhalations from their lack of air. She spoke softly, as if she had only wanted Cardan to hear the words she was about to speak, “Cardan, do you want to try?”

His mind rolled into blank space. He didn’t understand what else she wanted to try. He thought they had tried out all of the positions his and Jude’s fantasies had dreamt up of, but apparently not, however. “Try what?” He finally asked. He was a little annoyed. He felt feverish from the heat building up within him, and the sight of Jude right now only intensified his fervor. 

She rolled her eyes in response. “For a kid. For you to be a father, idiot.” 

Without further provocation, Cardan clasped his hands around her middle and pulled them towards the banks of the lake. He heard Jude let out a quiet gasp as he used his momentum to twist themselves off the edge. They were airborne for milliseconds, wrapped around each other until they heard the crash of the lake water envelope their hearing. Cardan had flipped them so that he would take most of the impact, using a bit of his magic to soften their crash through the water, which caused the surface of the lake to fracture in lingering ripples. But now, all they could feel was the sensation of their beings underwater, making a gradual descent from the surface until the pressure slowly pulled them upwards again. Their movements were languid against the syrup of the water, sounds muted, and only Cardan’s overwhelming glee and desire for his wicked queen mattered. He never realized until then how he ought to engage in underwater kisses more. 

They broke the water’s surface and had engaged in each other for the rest of the night.

Cardan watched Jude put down her goblet of water and slowly place her hands atop her stomach. 

His eyes widened. He couldn’t distinguish between what was louder: the stunned silence that blared between the two, or the rapid increase in booms that sounded from his chest. Sounds and feelings were elevated at headlong, where he was stuck in an indescribable state of everything and nothingness, that is, until everything rushed back at him. 

“Y-you’re…” Cardan blabbered.

Jude smiled, but her eyes misted, where tears gathered. 

And then Cardan continued the merciless assault against her he had cultivated on Moondrop. With intense love and devotion and adoration for the woman next to him, he descended upon her in a song of nervous anticipation and joy. Cardan worshipped Jude, her body, and her devastating power over him like the Queen that she was, in a certain reckless abandon that once his lips met hers the energy became so heated and hungry. 

In contrast to the fevered energy that pulsed around them, in the distance, chirping sounds relentlessly insisted a festive tune. A flurry of white and blue rose petals fluttered in the surroundings, carried by a cold breeze that Cardan welcomed against his hot skin. Cardan saw none of the Folk around them. They were utterly alone, in a sacred spot away from the fence of blooming elderflowers and the nosiness of tree sprites, away from any eyes that could spot them committing mischief. So they proceeded.

His tongue glided along her bottom lip, demanding entrance, which Jude obliged heartedly. His tongue plunged inside the depths of her mouth, tangling with hers, probing and exploring. She moaned, which only heightened his desire and need. “Jude... I need you” Cardan breathed. His shaky grip on control loosened further. His head swam and he felt Jude’s own body sing for him, as she melted into him effortlessly.

He moved his palms up and down her skin, his thumb brushing down the slope of her shoulders to the length of her arms. Jude, in exchange, explored the muscles of his lean frame, as she had done more than a thousand times in her life. He nuzzled in closer, and was unable to form a single coherent thought, other than relishing in the taste of Jude and the utter beautifulness that was her. Jude quickly undid the buttons of his doublet. Afterwards, she got up to strip off her dress while Cardan shimmied out of his breeches. 

Cardan trailed his fingers along the lace of her black bra, expertly unhooking the offending material and discarding it into the grass. He gave her a predatory look, unable to hide his hunger and lust any longer. He moved to cup Jude’s breasts, gently squeezing, where she arched into his touch and elicited another breathless moan. She fell back again, allowing him further access, so he trailed his lips over the warm expanse of her neck, tracing her collarbones with his tongue, while his hands busied themselves deep within her. His tail unknowingly brushed against her ass, its sensual touch contributing to her pleasure.

But Jude, unable to allow Cardan to handle the reins for any longer, crouched over him, pressing her body against his and the ground. She kissed him again, sensuously, taking her time to first kiss his eyelids, the arch of his nose, lips, cheekbones, and the sharp planes of his face and body. She left a sloppy trail down his neck, along his chest and abdomen. Cardan groaned. His eyes rolled back into his head, an accumulating heat building up in him.

She positioned herself so that her entrance hovered above that of Cardan’s length. 

“Cardan,” Jude called. “I am beside you. Always.”

And that was his undoing. 

Cardan analyzed the unmasked elation in her gaze as he locked eyes with her. He climbed back on top of her and seized control from Jude. He wanted to attend to her-- to express every bit of passion and sentiment that that statement alone had stirred in him. 

He wanted to give her everything-- provide his child and his queen with everything: power, riches, love. He would give his child a boundless love that stemmed from a bottomless well that had accumulated over the years, in thanks to Jude. He would give his child the childhood he never had and never allow them to experience the cruelty and neglect that he had unknowingly accepted throughout his adolescence. 

Cardan held her steady, slipping inside with little difficulty. He rocked himself against her hips, and pushed against her harder, faster, until his name fell from Jude’s soft, cherry lips listlessly, like a sort of begging that furthered him into the abyss. 

~.~.~.~.~

Afterwards, Cardan and Jude left for their rooms. They showered--together-- and advanced their little ministrations and teases until they separated again, to finish the day’s tasks. 

Jude went on a ride with Grima Mog. He trusted her that she’d be safe, but now, he was worried for her safety more than ever. 

In addition to Jude’s anniversary of her coronation, he wanted to announce the existence of his heir. Shouting it into the skies wouldn’t be enough. He wanted to profess it to Elfhame-- the world-- of the news. But, he guessed a month-long revel of feasts and serenades would have to suffice. 

Cardan gazed at the ceiling, observing the candles and lights that illuminated the room. He had forgotten that the Minister of Keys was present, muttering indistinct nothings that he had long chosen to ignore before he focused on the faerie. He lowered the paper he had been analyzing, eyes narrowing and blacking by the second. The minister across the room managed to lower himself by another two degrees. “My King, everything is written in detail. A scribe wrote down a list of the specific themes and characteristics that will be administered at the celebration.”

He glared at the frail script of black on parchment. It was hard not to chew the inner lining of his mouth but he refrained the chagrin. “Enlighten me, Randalin, what does ‘Ask the mortal Devil-Queen for her preference in the color of flowers. Apparently the High King wants to obtain more mortal wine, but at the cost of a few of our Folk’s wits. It does not sit well with Cockroach-face, for he believes that the Queen should dance merrily to our festive tunes. He also proposes we shall try to let the Queen decide on what specific brand she most especially esteems--” mean to you? Does the word ‘surprise’ carry a different meaning to the lot of you?” Cardan crumpled the parchment and threw it into the fire. 

Randalin mutely winced. “I supplemented your scribe’s diligent notes in red ink for clarification, my lord. The exchange between you and Yorn and the other courtiers lasted for three hours. Your scribe’s stamina was stupefying. She scribbled non-stop.”

“And new, I presume.” Cardan retaliated.

“Certainly, my king. The scribe went off to our queen for her input, but with ill fortune, the queen has been out. The scribe returned with no information of importance.” 

Cardan glared ominously at the wordy fool.

Randalin sputtered, “Y- your Majesty! I shall rewrite the report.” 

 “We have been entertaining revels and gatherings with human refreshments for as long as I could remember. What makes this one so different that you lot have retracted towards such difficulties?” 

Randalin grew red. His form quivered in the increasingly displeased presence of his high king. “It-- well--” Randalin paused, unable to form words coherent enough for his tongue. 

“Nonsense,” Cardan remarked. “Times have changed. It is whatever, for now. You may relax, we won’t be having the presence of human alcohol for quite a few months. Refill the stocks as you can.”

Cardan watched the Minister of Keys instantly loosen, yet fright and tension still tormented his will. “That is… that is most incredibly generous of you, your Majesty. We are so utterly grateful for your extended benevolence.”

“As you should.” 

Randalin shifted, but asked tentatively. “But may I ask… what inspired this... sudden change?” 

“You will know in two night’s time.” 

“That is the celebration!” 

“Indeed, it is.” Cardan dismissed Randalin. He left the room with thundering footsteps; the door slammed shut. 

Cardan walked through the halls again, wanting to work alone in his study.

Royal guards and sentries lined the halls and bordered the gates of the private doors of the palace. 

Cardan studied documents and parchments in his study for hours before he resigned himself to dinner, where he took his meal alone. 

He regarded Jude’s whereabouts. It wasn’t unusual for her to go out for a few days at a time, but she usually told him beforehand about what she would be up to. He picked at his charcuterie plate, that consisted of breads, cheeses, grapes and a goblet of honey wine. He tried to shake off the uneasy feeling he felt in his gut, calming himself before he impulsively told his guards to call for Jude and his Grand General back to the palace.

“Dessert, your majesty?” A servant walked up to him to refill his wine.

“Thank you, but I’d like to do without tonight.” He replied.

“Of course. I’ll clear this for you,” the servant cleared the plates and boards from the table, leaving the carafe and goblet, before scuttling away. The servant’s whiskers twitched in dismay at the king’s sullen mood.

Cardan sat at the table, continuing to guzzle himself away. He attributed his raging worry for Jude towards the fact that their unborn child lay inside of her, but he was also excited for Jude’s return. He waited for hours in his cushioned chair at the dining table.

Later, he decided that he would retire early for the night, escaping into the bliss of his chambers that would surround him in Jude’s scent. 

He closed the curtains of his room tightly, leaving no room for the noon’s light to seep in. He changed into his sleep clothes, rid himself of makeup and jewels that peppered his being, and laid in the bed. 

By the time Cardan was able to fall asleep, he was awoken by a volley of furious knocks at his door. He could see the sun’s shine that casted a faded glow beneath the thickness of his curtains. Grumpily, he trudged to the door, and yanked it open. 

He looked forward to seeing Jude at the door, even though it was so bright and early for him to be woken at this time, but was disappointed to find The Roach and The Bomb in front of him.

Before he could utter a word out at their overconfidence to be at his doorstep that morning, they beat him in answering of Jude’s regards.

“Your Majesty!” The Roach cried. “Grima Mog has returned, but without Her Highness!” 

Cardan froze. His hands began to shake uncontrollably. His knees buckled under him, leading him to crash onto the floor, commissioning the rough of the oak floorboards to wound his knees. He was unable to discern whether he felt fright or rage, but without another word and with little strength, he got to his feet again, and ran out of the room.

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More Majid Stuff

I post once in a blue moon b/c I work in random bursts and get tired easily, but here are some rambles about Majid that I’ve saved in my Notes app and probably haven’t mentioned before!

There are some rumors circulating around Majid regarding his wealth

More specifically: how he got his wealth

All these rumors range from him being a secret son of a noble family to taking shady underground jobs that paid ridiculously well

His name had been searched up more than once, but the only thing that pops up is a bakery business w/ a small branch located in the Land of Hot Sands... not too far from where Majid grew up...

Majid’s a quick learner; he just lacks the motivation lol 

Tends to overthink too often, tho, coming up with detailed plans to get out of doing the most mundane stuff

Funny to watch but a pain in the ass to comprehend 😔

Although Majid tries to get out of doing most stuff, there are some things he can’t let slide

He can get picky over how some tasks are done; honestly??? this might be a good tactic on getting him to work (“Hey, Majid. Can you help set up the decorations for tonight’s party?” “No.” “Aaaa, okay, guess we’ll just have Mark do it-“ “Mark? You want to leave decorating to him? Do you want the lounge looking like a highlighter projectile vomited over the walls and ceiling? Give me those streamers. I’ll do it myself-“)

Definitely a quality over quantity kind of person; his room may be a mess of different things, but, rest assured, it’s only the best of the best of stuff that stay for long like lava lamps

I want to say that Majid is picky about a lot of things in general, but he does have his exceptions; for example: food, napping locations, job opportunities, ummm (･_･;) That’s most of what I can think of right now, dang

This pickiness is kiiind of 👉👈 referencing a trait that the Cave of Wonders has; like the whole “only a diamond in the rough shall enter here“ business that was going on idk I’m trying my best

As you can see, I went ham when it came to the “Who disturbs my slumber” line the tiger head had lol 😅(sorry that had become your defining trait, m’boi)

And the mass of riches he’s accumulated over the years was another obvious reference to the inside of the cave as well; can also act as a loose metaphor of what’s stopping him from getting the help he needs; as the treasures in the cave were put there w/ the intent of distracting a person from the ultimate goal of the magic lamp, so does his own treasures serve as a temporary distraction from moving forward in his life

But if that’s too much of a stretch, then plz slap the inner English teacher in me and then myself

Majid’s good at looking through people’s facades and judging a person’s true character, but it’s not like he does much w/ this info

Unless they try confronting him or something, he just avoids/shuts down people he gets bad vibes from

Doesn’t make tactless comments; figured out that dealing with pissed off people was more work than it’s worth

Boi tends to ask a lot of questions when speaking to other people; partly b/c of trust issues; partly b/c he might be lowkey judging you (can’t use his unique magic all the time after all :/)

He’s the type of person who acts like he knows everything, but he really doesn’t; just hates getting looked down upon in general; will bluff his way through situations by being as vague as possible

He leans towards how his mother used to speak; that is: beating around the bush

He won’t lie to you, but it might take some time until he’ll give you the whole truth; and when I say it’ll take some time, IT REALLY WILL TAKE SOME TIME B/C THIS BOY IS UNBELIEVABLY STUBBORN 

Is casual to whoever he speaks to, no matter the age; if he gets extremely annoyed with someone, especially if they’re older than him, he’ll use this over exaggerated polite tone that makes it real obvious he’s fed up with them

Gets ticked off whenever anyone advises him to do anything, but he’ll still take that advice to heart

Majid’s probably tired all the time b/c of all the jewelry he’s carrying around smh

Majid sounds/looks like he’s angry all the time, but that’s just his resting face 😔; I mean, he’s always a little irritated, but it’s mostly b/c he’s stuck in that state of being forced awake from a deep afternoon nap (b/c... that’s usually what happens to him)

Plus, have you met his upperclassmen? Have you seen what was going on in Scarabia during Chapter 4?????? Have you met the headmaster of this school????????  (; ω ; )

He doesn’t like people touching stuff that’s his; same thing goes for people touching stuff in general that aren’t theirs; doesn’t like thieves (he’s stolen stuff when he was younger, but he justifies that he only did so to survive; and he’s not entirely wrong)

Ironic b/c his mom was a thief 🤭 

He’s also a pretty obedient student save for the whole “trying to sleep in class w/o getting caught” thing that he’s still trying to accomplish; doesn’t like it when the professors get strict with him but will grit his teeth and bear with it

Prefers magic carpets to magic broomsticks; there’s just a lot more surface area when it comes to carpets plus he’s more familiar with the former

Spends a lot of his time in the Scarabia storage room b/c it reminds him of his bedroom back home; probably became buddies w/ Kalim’s magic carpet while he was there too

But if we’re talking about the type of people Majid could tolerate befriending uummm... maybe those with good hearts?? Idk, like those who are genuinely trying to be a good person no matter what kind of obstacles they run into (referencing how the cave of wonders only let a diamond in the rough enter)

They don’t have to be all nice or sweet, but as long as Majid can tell they have kind intentions, he won’t immediately leave them

Has a “haaah... these guys are hopeless... might as well keep an eye on them so they don’t screw up any more than they already have” attitude towards these people

Other type of person Majid would unintentionally befriend are those who are also annoyed of being told what to do by upperclassmen/authority figures; ☺️🙏  vent out your frustrations together wooo

Has some squabbles with Leona when it comes to napping locations

It’s actually pretty funny to watch b/c they both don’t want to give up their spot but also they don’t want to bother getting up 

Leona wins most of the time, tho

Majid may have had a lot of energy when he was younger but now he’s a g e d

I rarely mention Majid’s lava illusion magic thing, but yeah that’s a thing; he probably won’t be able to use it to its full extent until his last year of high school and maybe a little bit later; it takes up a ton of energy; I keep on imagining him using it and joking that “aaaa the floor is lava lol”, but then I remember the psychological effects this ability has on the victim and 😬 yikes scratch that

Majid has a loud clear voice when he speaks; often startles whoever’s walking by when he naps in the shadows

 As a result of spending most of his time w/o a stable support system and no one static to guide his beliefs, Majid doesn’t follow any particular religion; he does have coworkers back at the curio/appraisal/pawn shop who do, tho, and while he doesn’t entirely understand it, he respects them as much as he can

I’ve said before that Majid selfishly keeps all his wealth to himself for fear of losing his self worth, but there are some exceptions (such as to anyone he passes who’s begging in the streets, a coworker who’s struggling to make ends meet, etc.)

He’s fine with giving away some money, but not in huge amounts 

 And if he’s giving money to anyone, it’s done in a round about way; usually w/ a dismissive excuse 

If this boi had a route, depending on how the MC acts around him, the majority of it will be spent breaking down those walls and befriending him; generally going like this: shovel all trust issues into incinerator one by one —>Get him to tolerate you —> Get him to trust you —> Befriend (?) Him —> Deal w/ his other deep seated issues —-> Romance (if we’re going for that otome game kinda thing i guess???))

I can just imagine Majid temporarily visiting the Land of Hot Sands w/ MC after befriending him and finding out the truth about his parents through his boss at the curio shop; MC encourages him to travel north to pay a visit at some facility b/c it’s rumored that at least his father is still alive 

(No idea what happened to Lara; probably suffered worse consequences due to making several prison breaks; had decently powerful magical abilities, so that would probably explain the whole forced amnesia thing that happened after their disappearance) 

Majid is torn b/w wanting to go alone b/c this is a personal matter (And he wants MC to be safe) and being scared of losing MC if something horrible happens to him on his journey north; he knows what it’s like to be suddenly abandoned, and he doesn’t want that for anybody, especially for someone he cares about 

He doesn’t want to repeat his father’s mistakes, regardless if it was accidental or not 

Majid decides to go on his own; probably had some touching parting w/ MC; maybe we’ll go full otome and have a hugging CG where he swears that he will be back for MC

And MC is just like “Aight;;; cool;;; good luck;;”; something sentimental like that 

Couple of days passed; we’re worried about him 

He returns with a worried look on his face before breaking into a relieved smile when he sees MC; power walks to hug them even tighter than before

Majid thanks them for all they’ve done; he then spends the rest of the day and well into the night describing all he’s experienced and his visit with his dad

 They go back to NRC and Majid is less bratty than before, much to the surprise of Jamil and to the delight of Kalim; actually starts to make an effort to not push people away at every opportunity (b/c he originally felt like they all had their own hidden agenda and were just using him for their own gain, y’know)

Boi becomes even more clingy towards MC; by that, I don’t mean he’s overly attached to them (he’s afraid of making the same mistake he did in the past), but rather he shows it through light casual touches here and there (a brush of the fingers when exchanging papers, patting MC’s head when they do something well, gently tugging at their sleeve when he needs their attention) and constantly checking up on them to see how they’re doing

Awkward levels in Majid increase as he constantly wonders if he’s crossing a line when it comes to him showing any kind of affection; he doesn’t want to come off as creepy and make MC hate him

Might also resist being given love and affection at first; but once he gets used to it, he absolutely m e l t s

Cuddles are 👌; might give teary eyes if MC tries to leave early during a cuddling session, but he won’t pressure them to stay; a touch starved boi

Doesn’t think much of PDA, giving or receiving; full on making out and anything further is kind of a no-go, tho;  hugging is nice and so are short and sweet kisses; will glare at anybody who says anything about it

If his s/o was clingier than he is, he might get a little embarrassed; same thing goes if his s/o was really cute

Definitely the type of boyfriend to buy random gifts for his s/o b/c these things reminded him of them

Younger Majid was in full on puppy mode all the time, or at least when he was around people he liked; also a huge people pleaser too, since he was afraid of them leaving him 

He was probably reckless too in order to entertain his friends

Was really polite, especially when it came to adults; always calling them Mister and Miss(us)

He was also just loud 

Future Majid (if he came to terms with most of his problems) would be more mellow than his teenage self; still anti-social but he’s less angry at the world now; would go on to own the curio shop after the previous owner passed on; reverted it into both a jewelry/appraisal shop in order to honor his father plus respect the previous owner’s memory as well

Sells and repairs jewelry and appraises supposedly rare items that come through his store; still does odd jobs for the people in the neighborhood but his prices aren’t as outrageously high as he made them when he was younger

He names the new store after his mother, at the request of his father (plus I only recently heard the song “House of Gold” by Twenty One Pilots and hnnnmmg it fits well with this golden boy)

Majid is interested in most things related to jewelry, probably subconsciously influenced by his father; this includes repairing bits of jewelry; he moves delicately when it comes to these kinds of tasks

He’s a night owl; it’s much quieter at night

Has bad posture from sleeping in different weird places

His body is prone to heating up easily; the fact that he lives in the Land of Hot Sands and was also sorted into Scarabia is just unfortunate luck

Sneaks off to cooler areas on campus in his free time to chill; one of his favorite spots is the Octavinelle lounge since it’s air conditioned and dark, and he can get away with taking a nap before going over his time limit and getting kicked out

The library is nice too (´∀｀)

Would like to go to Ignihyde too, but he’s put off by the feeling of being underground (gotta have that bit of irony like Jamil being afraid of bugs 👌)

He tolerates Kalim better than Jamil; probably b/c the latter scolds him for slacking off

Actually went to Kalim for tutoring advice once before realizing part of the way that his senior had no idea what he was doing; Jamil has earned his respect when it comes to academics

Kinda jealous of the duo’s stamina; Majid’s usually heaving for air after long marches or if he’s ever chosen as a backup dancer for one of Scarabia’s many parties; he’s the ( ・∇・) least athletic of my OCs...

No, he can’t dance, but he can feign the movements well enough to not get caught