#he messed up i think that wasnt his cue

[cluedoenthusiast]

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[featheryfoxes]

Because I need more Jeff angst.

And the show just skips over omegas which okay I guess I'll do it myself.

What if we don't see many Omega children/adults in Tony's circle is they as individuals sell fast, even more so the special ones (maybe special omegas or Omega's in general happen less often that alphas?) And yes they can produce a child easier than alphaxenigma but that makes the child less 'valuable' on the black market.

But Tony makes good money from sell the Omega's virginity, from the 'right' to breed one of his collection.

Soon after taking in Jeff, Tony thinks that's gonna be a money maker for sure. He pairs him with Charlie (hoping for the older alpha to kinda imprint on the younger, be willing to guard Jeff with his life) Tony's already got buyers lined up for the server but when Charlie runs he takes Jeff because well Tony's imprint planed a little too well.

Of course Jeff knew that's what Tony had planned, that his body wasnt his. So he abuses suppressants (when I would build omega verse normally suppressants are only used for emergencies like sudden heats/ruts or to prevent heat/rut sickness they aren't designed to be taken like birth control) it keeps him from going into heat after his first one. (Not really a presentation as I use intersex M!Omega and F! alpha's so those are present at birth) but it doesn't hide his scent.

Alan figures it out fairly quickly and is like "I'm not gonna tell you what to do with you body but doing this could really mess up. "

"my fertility I'm aware."

"I mean yeah but I'm more worried about the kidney and heart damage and the mental health issues than the fertility thing."

So he and Alan start there relationship and how amazing that Jeff got to *chose*. Maybe he didn't take the suppressants for a bit becuase he finally feels a little bit safe.

But Tony is a dick and already sold Jeff so even before the full auction (he was decided the best way to control Jeff is to sell him off permanently overseas maybe) he allows the Alpha that Jeffs virginity was originally sold to have him. Even when Kenta points out that Jeff smells like Alan in a way that means they had sex recently.

(maybe he goes into heat?)

Tony's like "She (the alpha) does t have to know that and who knows the smell might whip her into a rut, she'll pay more if the brat gets pregnant."

(this female alpha is probably gonna be the villain in a full fic if I write one.)

Cue after care when Alan and Jeff get to the apartment, maybe Jeff doesn't tell him even if Alan's nose tells him something happened Jeff is like "oh it was just buyers assessing me. Nothing was gonna happen till I was sold. " So calm it kinda freaks Alan out and he's like you can cry that was traumatic it's okay to break I'm here to hold you.

They talk it out get that comfort we want from whump and scene.

[applesjuice]

By that, I meant what was his life, how did he come to be in a human family, if he goes to school, etc etc...

Oooh ok! So in my version of the AU ogerpon stuck around the mask maker's family for generations, just to check in. He was too scared to go into the town and luckily their house was on the outskirts. The older members of the family had a bit of an idea he was there so they'd leave little offerings like toys and treats out for him to take.

Putting under a cut since it got super long again...

It wasnt until the current generation of the family that he really got involved and that was because of Carmine. It has been ages since the family had a kid there. The younger family members tended to move away and then come back when they were older. But Carmine's parents passed away and her grandparents were the only ones willing to take her in. She was really young when this happened and tended to get into a lot of trouble.

So Ogerpon and Carmine had a bit of a Totoro situation going on initially. As she got older she kind of "outgrew" her imaginary friend ogerpon and her grandparents just knew that hurt the ogre. They actually approached ogerpon themselves one day, hiked up to his den and everything, and explained about how the Teal Mask worked, and how they could tweek it a bit to offer one wish. It was a comet sliver similar to what was found in the crystal pool. Their family had been holding onto it for generarions specifically for ogerpon, and they thought maybe now their relationship was good enough he'd accept it.

So ogerpon did and wished to be a human so he could have a family and people who loved him and wouldnt forget or leave him. And now suddenly there's a little boy who looks like them, no way they're not bringing him home. Only thing is ogerpon is a pokemon and doesnt know how to human, so for a while he won't go inside their house and would hide under the porch and need to be hosed down for bathtime.

Carmine obviously had questions but luckily she didnt know where babies came from so they told her thats your little brother he grew from a peach and she's like "sounds legit." There werent any other kids her age in town at the time so she genuinely thought Kieran was weird but he is a boy and boys are weird so him living under the porch for a few months is normal.

Eventually ogerpon grows into being the human named Kieran, gets domesticated lol, and is very happy. But also terrified of anyone finding out he's a pokemon, let alone the ogre. He has issues around crowds, new people, and doesnt really get social cues but he's trying. Him and Carmine are homeschooled because they are in the middle of nowhere, but Carmine loves pokemon and battling and works her butt off to get into BB academy. So she goes off and leaves Kieran behind.

So Kieran comes to the decision he wants to go to human school too. He like, needs Carmine, in that she is his buffer against the world. But also he heard how Carmine fought with their grandparents about wanting go to school, experience the world etc. And even though all he really wants is to belong somewhere, he is very curious about human school.

Only this human school is focused on battle. Kieran has never been in a pokemon battle but ogerpon sure has. And honestly ogerpon doesnt mind battling, he's a pokemon, it's how they communicate and settle arguements. Thing is "humans" can't battle eachother apparently that is illegal so he goes out and asks his besties if they want to go to human school with him as their trainer. (So Furret, Yanma and Applin) they think the idea is hilarious because pokemon dont direct other pokemon in battles. Lets go mess with everyone in human school lol.

So my Kieranpon battles. It's more rare since he is afraid of outing hiself by accidentally boosting his team's stats in excitement. That has happened before. And guess what they get in. Carmine is shook because wtf Kiki you don't battle?? Yes he does you just never asked.

BB Academy is incredibly overwhelming and Kieran becomes a wallflower almost instantly because it is taking so much out of him to adjust. But the Terrarium is fantastic, he loves it. He gets a bit of a reputation as a pokemom whisperer but its kind of more the campus meme no one really takes seriously. But they should because you should hear half of the shit these pokemon tell him about their trainers. He knows all the gossip. Everyone should be glad he writes like a toddler because Kieranpon's burn book would be devastating.

Teal Mask DLC would go pretty similarly, except Kieran's upset about the ogre is an old frustration at Carmine for not believing him, and as a result believing IN him (ogerpon). I'll use Juliana as the protagonist here though it wouldn't change if it's Florian. But his downward spiral is because of Carmine immediately believing their grandfather when he says ogerpon is good but not him even though he's been trying to convince her for years! And then she's trying to be all nice to the ogre but is going out of her way to leave him out, and so his his new friend wtf? It hurts to be purposefully left out of something, it really does.

So Kieran's downward spiral is more about Carmine not trusting him, coming to terms with how she doesnt remember how close they were when she was young because she adored the ogre so much then. And his overall upset that despite trying so hard to be a human its not enough because he became a whope person for her, so she wouldnt be lonely, and she's moved on from him, keeps trying to leave him behind, and won't meet him at where he's trying to come from. So yea Carmine discovers her brother is a pokemon after they get back ogerpon's masks. cue the drama.

She's mad, kieran's mad and very upset, their grandparents are trying to mediate. But once again kieran is a pokemon and pokemon don't talk to sort out their issues they battle. Ogerpon wiped the floor with Carmine's pokemon becauae they are still underestimating him (also he's like...a pseudo legendary?? Girl) So juliana steps in and she gets it. They battle, she's everything he wishes he could be as a person, she's everything he's not but through their battle he understands her fears, her flaws, how much she's struggled and finally someone gets where he is coming from. She beats him and kieran offers to let her catch him. Carmine is upset because wtf that is still her brother you can't take him so then she challenges Juliana to keep ogerpon.

Their fight is more Juliana trying to get through to Carmine that catching ogerpon isnt about ownership but more of a symbolic gesture that ogerpon (kieran) is ready to be loved, to be tamed. Juliana wins, catches ogerpon with a friendship ball, and gives it to Carmine.

Like she said catching a pokemon isnt always about posession or ownership. It's a connection between a person and pokemon. Her and kieran may have a connection but that doesn't mean ogerpon (kieran) is now hers.

Indigo Disk there is some drama but it's more Kieran needing to prove he can protect himself (he lost to Juliana she was a strong trainer and he wouldn't mind being a partner to her) but kieranpon here is working through some ptsd after the Loyal Three came back to life and stole his masks. So it's Carmine and his team trying to help him cope and stop being so self destructive. He's snappy but not cocky, more like zero patience because he's so exhausted from lack of sleep and constantly being terrified. More than once he'd accidentally stepped onto the court sending "himself" out to battle and other league members are like "this kid is wild kieran is nuts he tried to throw down with my slowbro"

Indigo Disk is the we face our trauma dlc. BB elite four eventually find out, not from Carmine or Juliana thet are very tight lipped about Kieran's secret. Not too sure atm how they find out but they do. Kieran needs more human friends who accept both sides of him.

Not sure about ships yet. I like kieran with the mc but not too sure on my feelings of shipping a pokemon with a human. Maybe him and Juliana would have a queerplatonic relationship going on? But no ships for now.

Also post indigo disk kieran loves Juliana's paladea friends. He think Nemona is stupidly cool she's literally a shonen protagonist he's kind of obsessed. Arven is secretly his favorite person in the world because Arven feeds him. Him and Penny have this oh thank god another introvert thing going on where they both like sitting in the dark and fluffy things.

[actualbird]

//cn spoilers

been watching and playing billiards a lot recently and i have to say: ARTEM FUCKING WING WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING RESPECT THE GAME I'M SO PISSED-

https://twitter.com/nxx_eun_03/status/1672893389510176768

The only situation where he might be on the table like this is if he can't hit the q ball (white one) but from the positioning, HE CAN HIT IT JUST FINE WITHOUT GETTING ON THE TABLE LIKE THIS.

Next and my biggest issue: What the actual fuck is that arm positioning. Congrats Artem, I hate it.

If he's going to hit like that it messes up aim. he might hit the ball too low or it might not even hit the balls he wanted to. In the video, he did hit too low, and maybe with a bit too much force. The ball is going to bounce and completely miss the ball he's trying to hit if it's anywhere near the q ball, but even if it didn't bounce it's going to completely fuck up his shot.

IN FACT HE SHOULDN'T EVEN BE IN THAT POSITION TO START WITH. The only time when you have the pole raised higher than barely above the table is when you have a ball near the q ball and you're trying to avoid touching it by accident (that's a foul). THERE'S LITERALLY NOTHING HE MIGHT ACTUALLY HIT SO ARTEM IS MESSING UP HIS SHOT FOR NO REASON WHAT IS HE DOING

AAAAAAAAAYAPAYPAOTAOTARIR --having a meltdown

hi rose! and jhVKJHAFHASFHSAKJFAHAHAHAHAA I SAW THE ARTEM CARD YESTERDAY YEAH BUT OMG IM LOSING IT AT HIS POSTURE BEING PRAGMATICALLY HORRIBLE

i dont know anything about billiards but when i first saw this, my thought process was first "WOW, HOT"

and then "...sir is the leg on the table really necessary?"

now with ur professional opinion that it is Not necessary, this card cg is making me laugh a lot more kjHVKSJHFVJSHDF. like do not get me wrong he is still So Very Hot, but artem. my man. u r gonna mess up this shot and also pull a muscle or something LMAO

the only possible reason i can see for doing this is for sheer Attractiveness Intimidation towards the other player. i mean, if i was going against a hot guy like this and he posed so bombastically uhhhhh Like This, i'd be so flabbergasted and flustered that i'd mess up my next shot easily. JKHVSKJFHVAKHFAK

that or its fanservice (it's most definitely fanservice) and i cant complain about that because as a fan....i am Definitely served

funny thing, i wasnt looking much at his leg personally. i was uh. looking at his hand. uh. i made one (1) very not safe 4 work tweet about his hand on twt and then i decided to stop looking at the card altogether because i wld become increasingly More unhinged if i continued

sidenote: i adore the name of this event "Cue of the Champions" it's so dang clever!!

sidenote 2: im excited because didnt the first series of Alternate Activities/Occupations Solo SSR Events finish already (tailor marius, perfumer vyn, firefighter luke, racecar artem)? is this a SECOND series of Alternate Activities/Occupations Solo SSR Events???? and given how artem's is our first and is of a much more formal aesthetic than the racecar one, am i correct in assuming (i.e. HOPING) that this 2nd series will follow the pattern of artem and luke having a more formal activity (since in the 1st one they had the more 'rugged' activities) this time around, and then marius and vyn getting a more rugged activity to complete the reversal??????

sidenote 3: doES THAT MEAN WE MIGHT GET LUKE IN A SUIT FOR HIS SOLO SSR IN THIS SERIES????????? AAAAAAAA PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAAASSEEE

sidenote 4: sorry this ask about artem ended up with me thinking about luke. my neural pathways lead back to luke like how all roads lead to rome. jhvJHVKJDFVJKDSF

[officialauthorofanotherworld]

super long and random excerpt time #1

I'm still editing my book, only on page 18 of 346 or so, and I was editing the scene that foreshadows this, and decided to revisit this to see it, and im just really proud of it and i really love it, and wanted to share it cuz i know theres a few people on my tumblr who wanted to see more of my writing. Here is one of the scenes i am most proud of :D

(spoilers, obv, for the end of the first half of the book. this takes place around page 130-136 i believe)

(btw i wasnt lying this is a pretty long excerpt xd)

The formatting is a little messed up but eh

lastly, idk if any of this will end up changed in final release, i went over this relatively recently so probably not drastically, but maybe a few wordings here and there. anyways thats all from me for now

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Taka’s worst scenario had come true. The further they trekked through the cave, the more death and destruction they uncovered. Mangled and broken bodies of goblins, blood and the stench of death. Five dead adventurers, after the elf. The party sent in had been completely, utterly destroyed. Before long, they came across a large, open space. It was the largest room in the entire cave. It must have been at least two hundred feet long and seventy or eighty wide. The ceiling above them was about a hundred feet tall, and there were many large, jagged rocks jutting down at odd angles. If not for the wide, gaping hole in the side of the cave exposing it to the outside, it would have been almost completely dark.

It was because of this hole that Taka’s heart dropped into his stomach and his breath caught in his throat.

Before them, was an ogre.

Fifty or so feet, in the center of the room. It currently had not noticed them.

Taka could feel his hands trembling. If there was an ogre, shouldn’t there be more goblins, too?

He had nothing to base that off of, but.. where were the goblins? Why was an ogre here?

It wasn’t an ordinary sized ogre either. It was huge for an ogre, as if two or three had been stacked atop each other. It didn’t even make sense. How had it gotten into this room?! The only way Taka could think was if it had grown larger once inside, but…

Nobody spoke. Everyone was utterly taken aback.

It was odd. What had killed the adventurers then? Surely, if they had all fallen, there were more goblins. They hadn’t even died in this room, so where were the goblins that killed them? This ogre was far too big to chase them through corridors, and the cave was still structurally sound, and hadn’t collapsed. So that couldn’t have killed them. Obviously.

Suddenly, the ogre twitched, and stood up. Could it see them? The six took a cautious step back, and Beriyl tripped and fell onto his rear.

“Ah-!”

That did it. The ogre roared, and produced a large club made of bone. Almost as if on cue, goblins began to swarm from the ceiling, walls, everywhere. In that one moment, everything that was alive had pinpointed their location.

It made sense now. Taka understood now. This was how the others had died.

They had walked right into a trap. Had the ogre known they were here all along? Had the other adventurers did the same thing they did? Were they going to die? Taka did not want to die.

He did not want to die. He did not want to die. He couldn’t die. He couldn’t die.

His heart pounded so hard it hurt. He couldn’t breathe. The room around him began to close in.

He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He fell onto his knees clutching at his chest. The world spun. Through the chaos of his mind he could hear the others yelling. What were they yelling? He felt a hand on his back. Ecirr? No.. Qlul? A warmth spread through him. The pounding subsided. The world began to settle. The cave appeared normal, again. He could breathe.

He could hear.

“You’re going to be okay, Taka! We’ll get through this!”

Pulling Taka to his feet, was Qlul. He had cast something; his mace shone a brilliant white-gold.

“Everyone! Raise your weapons into the air for just a moment!” He cried. Everyone who had one, did. Taka’s daggers began to glow just like Qlul’s. In immediate succession, the party was aglow with a holy light. Arthur’s blade, Ecirr’s spears, and Beriyl’s shortsword all glowed with that same light.

Taka looked up at the ceiling, and almost immediately fell back into a panic. The ceiling, the walls, were crawling with goblins. Literally teeming. Out of every hole in every wall, every crevice came goblins. Red, gleaming eyes. Like an activated crystal… Wait a second. Something clicked in Taka’s head, but he wasn’t fast enough to voice it. But.. couldn’t they just blow them up with a fire crystal? Or would one not be enough?

Everyone formed a circle, their backs to each other.

“Arthur?! Hope you’ve got a plan for this!” Ecirr shouted, eyes skittering about the cave.

“Beriyl, can you create dust with your magic?!”

“Wh- what!? I- I suppose, but I’ve never-“

“Then do it! Fill this entire room with dust, make it combustible!”

Beriyl looked bewildered, but slapped his hands together, then held his palms outstretched.

Combustible… The sound of arrows being loosed through the air made it almost hard to concentrate. He envisioned dust falling, then exploding. Dust that can explode…

He tried his best to imagine that as he channeled an immense amount of his remaining mana through his body and into his palms, and then…

“I do not know about combustible, but; Create Dust!”

A billowing, great cloud of blue, sparkling dust began to fall from the cave ceiling, causing several goblins clambering high up on the ceiling and walls to rub at their eyes, lose their grip and fall to their deaths. Even the ogre frantically swiped at its eyes, irritated severely by the dust as it began to hack and sneeze. The cave rumbled as it stomped about, and the rest of the horde paused in relative confusion, staring with almost childlike faces at the falling irritant.

It wouldn’t be enough, and Beriyl knew this. He placed his hands together, preparing to manipulate it into the spell Duststorm, but was interrupted by Arthur’s shout; “Retreat! Back into the tunnel!”

“No!” Beriyl cried. “Hold on! Listen to me, I will turn it into a Duststorm, it’ll buy us more time!”

“All right! Do it, Beriyl!”

Placing all his hands together, he focused his intent on the falling particles, imagining them as a violent whirlpool. To help himself visualize, he spun his hands about as if he were spinning a heavy ball, his movements quickening into a blur. It wasn’t necessarily difficult; he just needed to control the mana exuded by the particles, manipulate it with a defined intent, then activate the new spell. When he had it, he clenched his fists to help himself finalize it, as a brutal wind kicked up around them, pushing dust around the room.

“Duststorm!”

The clouds of dust quickened into buffeting waves accompanied by brutal winds that had no place inside a cave.

“Agh!” Taka coughed, rushing to cover his mouth and eyes. “Retreat!”

The six raced frantically out of the room, back into the hall-like area of the cave they’d come from. Taka gasped for breath, hacking out dust. Glancing over his shoulder, he could imagine the goblins were having a far worse time. If this was the whole plan, that didn’t seem so bad. The ogre couldn’t reach them in here, and most of the goblins that were on the ceiling would likely fall to their death. The ones who didn’t would hopefully be sucked into the vortex of the spell and dashed against the walls.

“What exactly is this plan of yours, Arthur?” Beriyl exasperatedly asked, his face drawn.

“We’re going to blow them up.”

At that, the half-elf’s eyes widened.

“That’s remarkably intelligent for someone like you. And here I was thinking you meant to burn them all to death, or some other such thing…”

Arthur shook his head.

“That would have to be accomplished another way, so no, that was not the plan.”

Beriyl seemed to have calmed down a considerable amount—perhaps he was feeling secure in his spells ability to hold back the murderous monsters inhabiting the room they’d left behind.

“Beriyl, I don’t think that’s really…” Qlul tried to chide but was silenced by Ecirr placing a hand on his shoulder. “Leave it,” the gesture seemed to say.

Arthur turned to face Eirairr. His ears were lowered, the tips trembling slightly.

“Eirairr. I have a pitcher of oil in my bag. I’m going to throw it into that room, and you’re going to shoot it out of the air. We’ll place a fire crystal inside. If we time it right, the oil will coat the dust, and the crystal will hit the ground, which should activate it. Then, Beriyl, you will cast your Shield spell to seal us into this corridor, and… if it all goes well, we’ll have killed everything in there.”

“Got it, Arthur.”

“I have just enough mana to do that,” Beriyl muttered. “But this’ll be the last of it. Casting that Dust spell over such a wide area really drained me.”

“This will be it, Beriyl. I promise.”

The half-elf did not offer a reply, instead wordlessly closing his eyes and collecting himself.

Arthur fetched the cruet of oil from his bag, then turned his attention back to the group.

“Do any of you have a fire crystal?”

“Yeah, here.” Qlul produced one from a pouch on his belt, then pressed it into his palm. Arthur closed his fist around it.

“All right.”

He opened the lid of the container, dropping the crystal inside with a nod. Plomp, it splashed. Then, he closed it back up.

“Beriyl, how long will your spell last?”

“I don’t know. Five more minutes, maybe.”

Arthur headed back toward the room full of goblins. With the Duststorm spell raging about, it was nigh impossible to see much of anything at all, and actually getting inside the room meant you risked getting thrown around by the violent winds.

“Beriyl. Eirairr. Ready?”

“As ever.” With a deep breath, Beriyl rose his hands.

“I’m ready.” Standing to the side, Eirairr drew his bow and nocked an arrow.

With a bellowing shout, Arthur launched the cruet into the room with all his strength behind the throw.

“Eirairr!”

With a telltale twang, the arrow soared through the air before piercing straight through the ceramic, splitting it in two. Just as planned. Oil was sent spraying out in all directions, the red glare of a fire crystal splitting through the blinding veil.

Nervously, Ecirr and Qlul joined their hands together, clenched tight.

His legs tucked beneath him, Taka watched in abject fear as the decisive moment arrived, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. His throat was so tight he could hardly breathe.

‘I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. What if it fails? What if… Beriyl’s going to be out of mana. We’ve killed a few of them already, but there’s no way we can fight an ogre, can we…? Maybe Arthur could, but… I don’t- I’m so scared. Please work. Please work.’

It was a good thing he wasn’t the one in charge of casting the spell that would safeguard them against the blast.

“Beriyl! Everyone, cover your ears!”

This was it— The last of his mana. This had to work.

Or they would all suffer for it.

Kneeling down, he slammed his hands against the ground.

“S- Shiiiiieeeeeld!”

A huge, ethereal shield sprang up from a middling point in the air and rapidly sealed off the entryway. Staring grimly into the maelstrom of dust, Beriyl braced himself.

Taka covered his ears, but when nothing happened, he uncovered them, keeping them close to his head just in case, and peered curiously down the hall.

...

Deep in the center of the room, likely spurled about by the wuthering winds, the crystal cracked. A brilliant, blinding flash of ruby light escaped through, and then it shattered.

Not a second later, the room exploded. A deafening crack like a mountain being shorn in two sent all who survived the blast reeling to the floor and clutching tightly at their ears. Thespell may have protected them from the shockwave and heat, but it could not defend them from the roar of death’s jaws.

As the chaos subsided and the dust settled, the Shield spell cracked and splintered apart before it finally fell away, dissolving into nothingness. The room before them was decorated by blown apart bodies, shards of bone, and crimson gore.

Nothing had survived.

At least, at first glance it had seemed that way.

Pitiful whimpers and cries punctuated a deafening silence louder than the explosion that prefaced it. At the far end of the room was the ogre, now dying. He clutched weakly at what remained of his face and tried to stand, but only fell over as all that remained of his legs were bleeding stumps. Blindly, he swiped at the air, cursing violently in the goblin tongue.

The plan had worked. Taka tried to stand up, but ended up collapsing instead. He tried to talk, but it was like he was hearing himself through a tin can. His voice was all muffled. His ears throbbed with a dull pain, and when he touched them, his hands came away wet with blood. Immediately, Taka vomited up the contents of his stomach onto the cave floor.

“Oh shit. Oh, shit. M- my ears are bleeding, my… Oh my Gods. What the fuck.”

The ringing became so loud, so encompassing and sickening, he couldn’t hear. His head hurt. His ears were ringing, so, so loud. His stomach hurt. A horrible wave of nausea washed over him, and he threw up again.

He couldn’t hear. But he could feel his heart.

‘I’m gonna have a fucking panic attack, what the hells is wrong with me? Oh my Gods, oh, I don’t, I can’t…’

He curled inward on himself, trying to escape the overwhelming flood of emotion.

Everything.

Everything was stressing him out. He could barely breathe. He couldn’t hear. The goblins were dead. The ogre was dying.

“My ears… My… my… my… Q- Qlul, p- please help me. Please..”

He was on the literal verge of tears. Something deep within him, something primal had taken hold of his heart and refused to let go. He couldn’t hear, and that terrified him.

Suddenly, he felt two warm hands grip his shoulders tightly. When he looked up, his hair disheveled, his face a terrified mess of tears and snot, he found himself looking into familiar blue eyes, a familiar, warm smile.

Qlul.

He felt a gradual wave of warmth travel through his body and wash over him. His ears slowly stopped ringing, his nausea faded. Voices faded in and he found he could hear again. He no longer felt deathly ill, he no longer felt so panicked. His heartrate began to calm, and then he threw himself into the birdfolk’s arms.

“T- thank you, Qlul… Gods, thank you.”

“Of course, Taka.”

Releasing all of his pent-up emotion at once, Beriyl fell to his knees, huffing a shuddering sigh of relief and anxiety. His own ears were ringing a fair bit, but nowhere near as bad as Taka’s had been.

“Gods. Gods.”

Arthur, on the other hand, paid no attention to anyone in the room. He simply drew his longsword, striding purposefully down the tunnel and into the wide, blackened room.

After seeing to the rest of their party members, Qlul simply sat with Taka, and held his hand for a time, while Ecirr and Eirairr headed down to check the final room with Arthur. Beriyl sat alone, murmuring to himself and staring into his palms while occasionally clenching his fist.

#

When Arthur returned, the raven-feathered birdfolk and blond elf in tow, he had just finished wiping the blood from his blade and was in the process of sheathing it as he coldly said; “Let’s go.”

There was a hint of something dark playing on his face, but Taka was too exhausted to think much about it. They’d all been through so much in just a few short hours. This on top of the earlier job had taken all the wind out of his proverbial sails.

So instead, he didn’t think about it. He just quietly, tiredly staggered back the way they came, with Arthur heading their formation as usual. The walk back was more grueling than before, but at least it was over. At least Leln was safe. At least they had survived.

Despite telling himself those truths, Taka couldn’t bring himself to feel any measure of pride. He’d done nothing. When push had come to shove, he’d shut down and freaked out. He’d been entirely worthless. Worse than that, he’d just been a liability.

Despite everything, he hadn’t changed at all.

At the thought, he felt bitter and stinging tears well up, but they stubbornly refused to spill over.

‘Dane would be so disappointed in me. I bet if he knew this was how I reacted to situations like this, he’d hate me. He’d think I’m a loser and tell me he doesn’t care about me anymore, or something. I don’t know why Arthur keeps me around. I can’t do anything. I’ve proven that I’m useless, utterly worthless practically every time something like this happens. I should just…’

Taka shook his head weakly.

‘Just shut up. Just shut the hells up… I’m so gods damned tired.’

When they finally made it back outside the cave, Taka immediately collapsed to the ground and hugged his knees, sucking in a weary breath.

‘I’m just so done…’

Qlul stopped with him, bending down to comfort him by patting his back.

“W- where is he? Where is Edward? Where is my grandson?” An elderly voice cried. In front of the mouth to the cave, a small number of townsfolk had gathered, including the mayor. All wore worried or frightened expressions, although as they watched the six exit the cave, some of them softened into relieved smiles.

Arthur stopped and met her gaze. Her face was long with stress and etched with age, her voice unsteady as her legs.

“The party that entered before us was destroyed.”

Her heart broke—you could see it in her face. Her eyes widened as she took on a look of abject sorrow, before she collapsed to the ground in a fit of sobs and buried her face in her hands.

“Oh, oh…. Oh Gods, Edward…”

Behind her, a visibly exhausted young man placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Come, Ms. Éclair…”

Deciding now was the best time for him to say his bit, a boy — no older than twelve — hesitantly stepped up from the crowd.

“U- um… we’re glad your safe, er… Thank you for saving us!”

“Yes—thank you.” Another, a tall man with an axe over his shoulder added. “We were just about to send a rescue party after you, and you’re the rescue party…”

It was a terrible, failure of an attempt at humor. Nobody laughed. Arthur only stared at the man, then nodded.

“Ahem…”

In the wake of this awkward exchange, a familiar halfling approached. It was the mayor himself—Duley Bettencourt.

“On behalf of Leln, I-“

“What is the situation?”

Bettencourt blinked at the bluntness of Arthur’s interruption.

“Er- I… Yes.” He pushed up his circular glasses.

“We have utilized a sizeable number of Leln’s guard to ensure all goblin corpses will be removed from the streets and burned. We don’t want those to get in the hands of any unsavory individuals like that damn Twistwire… The last thing we need is a necromancer raising goblin skeletons and having those run amock. Well, that man’s many things, but I doubt he’s a… Anyway, er… We will see to it that the eight who fell today receive a proper burial.”

Then he shook his head and pointed angrily up at Arthur.

“Don’t you think if I had other places to be, that I’d be there? I wouldn’t be here talking to you if the town were still under attack and its people being killed!” With a haughty huff, he added; “I assure you; we have it well under control now.”

Less than ten people had died in the raid. But that was still ten, real people, each with their own hopes and dreams. They had been living just a few short hours ago, and now they were gone.

Leln had no church that provided resurrection services, and it was unlikely any of the adventurers in town had access to such high-level magic. In fact, probably less than five people on the continent had enough mana to cast a resurrection spell singlehandedly. That meant there was almost no chance anyone who died would be brought back. They were gone forever.

That thought alone was hard to process.

Arthur only nodded.

“I see.”

Then he turned back, fixating this time on a certain jet-haired half-elf; Beriyl.

“Well done, Beriyl. You did well.”

Beriyl’s face upturned in a smug grin.

“Well, of course I did! Hmph, I am Beriyl Edmund Ciphre von Aschwaz, after all! What would you do without me?”

‘…Of course he wouldn’t thank me. I didn’t do anything worth being thanked for. Yeah, I almost got us all killed, so… Why are you surprised? Just shut up, Taka… Worthless, useless idiot.’

Qlul must have sensed Taka falling deeper into his negative spiral, because he moved his hand to rest atop his shoulder and gently said; “It’ll be okay, Taka.”

Taka unburied his face and looked at him, on the verge of tears once again.

“Will it? I did nothing, I…”

He sighed, and shoved his face back into his knees, swearing under his breath and trying to not cry. Just for once.

‘Just cry later. Just cry in your room. Just cry later. Just stop. Just stop.’

“You’re alive, and so am I. That’s enough, isn’t it? As long as you’re alive, you can continue to learn and grow. You’ll become stronger. Don’t worry.”

When he met his gaze again, Qlul had taken on an uncharacteristically somber expression. Self-doubt flickered in his eyes.

The loss of the dwarf Twistwire came to mind. He had failed to save him.

He was a healer, yet in that singular dire moment when someone needed him most, he had panicked and failed. Twistwire had died because of that. It was like a fresh wound festering in his heart, needling at his very soul.

But the words he’d said had truth to them, and Taka took that to heart.

He was always hard on himself, even when nobody was mad at him.

This time around, he was mad at himself, but that didn’t really count…

Qlul was right. He would learn and grow, he would change. He had to put in the effort, but he could become stronger. He could become like Arthur. Or like Beriyl, even.

…

On second thought, he didn’t think he wanted to become like Beriyl. Beriyl was annoying, brattish, and…

But when it came down to it, Beriyl had been the backbone of Arthur’s plan. For all intents and purposes, it was due to him being there, that they were all alive right now.

‘I still don’t want to be like Beriyl… but I want to be like Arthur. I want to be capable; I want… I want Dane to be proud of me. And I want to be proud of myself.’

Taka forced himself to speak and push past his conflicting emotions. He’d just think about it later. He always overthought everything.

“Yeah… you’re right, Qlul.”

Even if he didn’t truly believe those words, he’d make himself believe them in time. He had to.

Bettencourt didn’t seem to appreciate Arthur repeatedly changing his focus to other people, and so he loudly cleared his throat; “A-hem!”

“Yes?” Arthur went, turning back to peer down at the mayor.

“This is hardly the place to have such a conversation, so I would ask you to follow me back to my office. I would discuss a reward for your efforts.”

“We have things to tell you, too.” Ecirr added, stepping forward.

“All the more reason for us to change locale, then! Follow me, if you would, gentlemen…” Qlul rose, pulling Taka to his feet with him.

“Come on, Taka.”

By now, most of the crowd had dispersed. The only who remained was the old woman and the young man, presumably her caretaker.

As they passed by, Qlul laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and murmured; “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Those words only made her cry harder.

Taka averted his eyes, unable to look. At the last minute, he gave his harried condolences in passing.

Eirairr, however, in typical Eirairr-fashion seemed to be bursting at the seams with energy at the weirdest of times. Being the last to say anything, he shouted “Sorry!” in a very inappropriately happy tone like he was playing a game, or something.

That earned him more than a few weird stares, plus a glare from the woman’s caretaker.

To that, he just pouted and looked away.

Just like a child.

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"The moment I can change myself, and even the world; It's always by my side."

FLOW - Colors

[lunartearrose]

Sometimes i think abt assassination classroom again and i think abt okuda and how she doesnt get much characterization beyond her abilities to make science and like. Sure she probably had more focus time in manga but consider this:

What if she had an "It's me versus everyone" kind of mentality - in the way that in order to not be bullied, she felt she had to strike first?

See, it starts with the terasaka gang ending up pretty badly sick. Typical signs of nausea and upset stomach, everyone writes it off as something they ate despite protests of home ec being their strongest skill.

But then, it starts to spread to others. Ok, some think, maybe its a stomach bug? So they distance themselves...

But karma points out something interesting - if you go off campus for lunch or keep yours within your sight at all times, you haven't gotten sick yet. Someone has to be poisoning these lunches in some way.

Cue suspicion and madness until korosensei steps in to help! He identifies some of the chemicals put into the bad lunches and helps our main crew investigate. Meanwhile, okuda, in order not to he found out, also poisons her own lunch (maybe a bit worse than the others out of a subconscious guilt) and ends up being in the care of two of our forefront classmates (kaede is one while the other can be sugino, karma, isogai, rio, whoever rlly) while nagisa helps koro snoop around with some of the remaining students, again from that pool minus kaede. Karasuma is also helping because his lunch is in a safe with 5 locks so he's fine. Irina? Suffering like hell and being dramatic about it at her house because hell yes an excuse to chill at home instead of teachhh. Karasuma is sick of these phonecalls btw.

Shenanigans ensue with finding trace amounts of chemicals from the science room missing and other bits here and there, and it'd be to the point where another classmate may have been framed-

-if it wasnt for karma taking some initiative and just going through his classmates things without asking. Its a move that makes people mad at him but the results are a journal Okuda kept throughout her middleschool life struggles, how she was bullied and spent her days in chem class messing around to avoid trouble. Her vow before E class is to get the other students before they get her, thus giving way to notes about the best way to poison a lunch subtly enough. She doesnt wanna kill, just make them all sick enough to not bother her.

Of course the results are a gentle scolding from korosensei about not literally poisoning your classmates and how she should be focusing thar skill on poisoning him instead, and a lot of reassurance that nobody’s going to be hurting her like that up here - after all everyone in this building has had one bad experience or another and its not that kind of environment up here.

Of course, Karma is going to ask her to make him good poisons (and maybe hold it over her head that she owes him for almost poisoning him too) but then moments ruined because she did poison herself worse than the others and ends up throwing up. Cue koro going "oh yeah ok kids i just finished mixing some antidote sorry ^^; be back inna sec" while we fade out to a different scene asap. Ep would end with okuda getting invited to hang out by kaede and going somewhere nice after school! And if some other girls are quick to forgive, they will also be there, making okuda feel more welcome as a whole in their group. Yippee! Things endnoff with okuda writing out a more hopeful entry in that journal.

Or at least she's going to until she realizes she never got it back. We cut to a scene of nagisa doing his best to try and get it back for her while karma is holding it up high and taking some pictures of the more interesting entries because of course he is. Karma bastard moments ^w^

Anyways thats my take! Let girls have a vengeful side teehee

[viscerast]

GUARD SHARK BRIAN

brian having a messed up swimming pattern bc his fins are torn up from a human net or even weapons and being so protective but also jay being far too stubborn to hold back. so he follows with jay on his little trips towards the surface, circles the area that jay decides is the best observation point.

jay thinking that this little dinghy that only has 2 people on it is the BEST opportunity to see People up closer. brian absolutely hating this idea

tim and alex on this tiny ass boat idk why fishing? rescue boat? some other weird ass reason? but tim looking out at the sea and smoking and then all of a sudden theres these big, unnaturally blue eyes staring up at him from the water. startling backwards a little and alex getting on him for rocking the boat i have so many feelings im so sorry

SHAKES YOU VIOLENTLY

jay is Already Autistic do you think he gets fish social cues let alone human ones??? and i think if he wasnt so nervous and awkward his dumbass would go "man why are you wearing that itd be so bad for swimming :////" and brian has to be like YOU CANT. ASK PEOPLE THAT?? YOU SHOULDMT EVEN BE TALKING TO HUMANS. and drags him off you get me

edit: do u think jay would ask to bite them. just to see how it feels

[hearts401]

I KEEP FORGETTING TO ASK but what do you think William and Michael’s relationship was like as Michael grew up. Like from when he was a little kid to a teen to an adult and even when he was a zombie if you want. <3

RUBS MY FUCKIN HANDS TOGETHER MICHAEL WILLIAM RIVALRY MY FUCKING BELOVED

okay well when mike was little william did not try at ALL he left everything up to his wife. he eventually began trying at least a bit with liz and then with evan, though both were shallow and lacked any real care. michael was 10 when his mom died and his father decided these kids were a burden and a curse. he HATED them. but he wasnt outright horrible.

but one thing michael knew was he HATED his dad. he couldnt put his finger on why but deep down its because he knew william hated him too. hated him the most. subtle things. the way william would sneer at him or call his siblings instead of him or make things for his siblings. hed get gifts he didnt like and william talked down to him no matter what he did.

And while he didnt try very hard to stop it, william clearly found michaels bullying childish and pointless and he let him know.

but eventually michael began doing things just to piss william off. not doing his chores, making messes, breaking things, staying out late.

and, of course, bullying his little brother.

cue the bite. there was no yelling screaming or hitting. it was quiet. william hardly looked at his son, and michael didnt blame him. michael became a lot quieter and a lot mo obedient to his father, but the damage was done.

but then liz died and suddenly william was feeling the same gut-wrenching guilt because hed FAILED. hed not meant to kill her. and while sure he didnt like his kids, it was humbling to understand what he might be taking from people. not that he was stable enough to gaf tho. he was too far now. he accepted he was a horrible person with open arms and michael? well theyd both hurt people on accident, hadnt they?

they had a weirdly chill relationship after that. the quiet turned into casual talk, the necessities only. then became something that could be possibly called father and son in another world.

and weirdly enough, this was probably one of the happiest eras michaels had.

Aaaand then he gets scooped and he is PISSED. HE SENT HIM DOWN THERE TO DIE!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!! I THOUGHT WE WERE CHILL!!!!!!!

so hes pissed and hes gonna FIX this family and KILL HIS ASSHOLE DAD!!!!!!! FUCK YOU DAD!!!!!!!!!! and he does.

but he does remember when william was kind, even if it was fake. and its something he misses anyways. its weird.

i think william misses michael too in ucn. he misses all of them and he regrets not what he did, but that he got caught.

and that he let his kids go.

FOOD FOR THOUGHT!!! THEY R MY WORLD!!!!!! FUCKED UP FATHER SON DUO LESSGOOOOOOOOOO

[reactivatedrockstar]

Bonnie was bored. He couldn't help it, he wasnt designed to sit around and do nothing!! He needed to be somewhere, do something, play something! Guitar, bowling, even video games!! Something!!! So he went to go explore. Maybe he could find something for Spring!

But all he found were... garbage piles, garbage piles, and more garbage piles. Nothing to actually do. At least, up until he felt something... weird. It was like something pulling him, up, but not... quite. He wasn't quite sure what was causing the sensation, or what even could cause this sort of feeling, but he looked around for a source anyway. He saw... a dirty crane, but that was the only thing to stand out among the piles of scrap.

Clack!

"Ahh-!" Bonnie screeched at the noise, not knowing what it meant, but realizing it was probably bad. He tried to jump away, but he wasn't quick enough to get away fully: a whole bunch of heavy scrap dropped on top of him, completely burying his left leg and lower back. By the time he hit the dirt with a thud, he realized that strange feeling from before was gone. He groaned, a muted pain attempting to make itself known from the scratches etched into his chest as he tried to get up. He could feel a few things roll off his back, but there was something too heavy just above his hips that he'd have to remove by hand.

But before he could do that, a low laughter alerted him to the presence of another. Bonnie turned to the source, ear pinned back in fear. The laugh alone was enough for Bonnie to know that the other had no plans of helping him.

"I can't believe that worked. What are you, some kind of sucker?" Bonnie couldn't even think of a comeback in response, not after seeing what stepped out from the shade casted by the crane.

What he was staring at was another Bonnie, horribly burnt. The plastic that made up his casing had bubbled, melted, and hardened everywhere on his body. Every inch of this poor thing was discolored in a sickening way that made Bonnie squeamish and nauseous.

"I... w-who are you?"

"I'm you, moron. Can't you tell?"

"That- that is not very nice!! I can see that you are a Bonnie!" The electric blue rabbit whined.

"That's not very nice!" The other mocked, "do you think I care?" The other slowly approached, cueing Bonnie to squirm and wriggle, trying to bring his left arm around his back to remove the heaviest object.

"What- what do you want with me?!"

"Don't know yet. Let me take a closer look." The closer he got, the more desperate Bonnie's movements became, trying to get away. "The name's Rockstar Bonnie, by the way. I'd learn yours, but it won't matter for much longer."

"Get! Get away!!" Bonnie warned, panic rising as a deep purple static filled his vision. The situation was bringing up painful, corrupted memories of that night. "Get away from me!!"

He managed to push something off his back, but his leg was still stuck. He could have probably gotten out himself if he weren't so panicked, but Rock was far too close for his liking. The distorted rabbit grasped tightly onto his right arm and pulled hard. Bonnie cried out, feeling a crack in his elbow getting deeper at the sudden yank.

"A bit messed up. My arms are fine. Your leg... I could use that. Maybe that jaw of yours."

"I said get away from me!!"

Bonnie snapped, kicking the rockstar in the hip as hard as he could, causing the other to stumble back a step. Bonnie tried to pull himself free once again, thrashing his left leg in a panic underneath the piles of junk.

"So, you want to put up a fight? Your funeral." Rockstar Bonnie grabbed something from the pile and threw it at Bonnie's arm, causing him to wince. Then, the rockstar punched the trapped rabbit in the nose. Bonnie yelped as his head forcibly jerked back, he felt a new crack form in his buck teeth.

"Stop! Get back, get away!" Bonnie whined, punching the other square in the chest twice. Rockstar Bonnie stumbled back hard that time.

"Damn! You actually dented me!" Bonnie moved his arm back, trying to free himself once again, but the relentless rockstar grabbed hold once more.

"Get-!! Stop!!"

Bonnie cried, intentionally being loud now, hoping maybe someone would hear him as he fought back.

"Get away from me! Help!!"

"What are you screaming for?! Nobody's coming to help! No one ever does!" Bonnie whimpered at Rockstar Bonnie's words, "what makes you think anything's going to change now?!"

Bonnie pushed the other back as best as he could- he could have easily gotten out on his own, but not with this guy coming after him like this. And, as if to make matters worse, his battery was getting low, way lower than he said he would let it. This little spat must have caused his power to drain quicker than usual, and it didn't seem to be ending anytime soon.

"What makes you think you're so special, huh? You were dumped off here, like the rest of us broken, outdated has-beens! Nobody cares about you! Not any more!"

"Stop!! Stop it!!!" He pushed him back again, only managing to kick up dirt.

"What's wrong? Getting tired?"

"No!" Yes.

"Nobody's coming for you, just give up already!! Why the hell are you so strong?!" Rockstar Bonnie groaned, "maybe I should just take whatever it is that makes you so strong once I'm done! After all, what's the point? Just give up those parts to someone who can use them!"

"Would... the same.... not apply to you as well?!" Bonnie asked, groaning as he began to struggle. 15% left. Not good.

"Help!! Help me!"

"Shut up already!!"

"No!!"

[st4rstudent]

Hii, i've noticed that you started answering asks (I love asking people questions via asks) and I was wondering how you see brian and mac rivalry/relationship together, are there any headcanons or ideas you would like to share? :)

atomic bomb incoming in t minus 10 seconds

It's a comedic rivalry. just two nerds fighting it out but it never really goes anywhere because they're stubborn to conclude it.

I think that mac is very particular about his broadcasts, so much so that he has a script he reads so it doesn't mess up. this also means that he finds it very hard to deal with interruptions (with the exception of very specific cases).

Then that day happens when his broadcast is interrupted by that thing [the thinker]. and ooh he is fighting with anger, but he has to keep his calm and mysterious demeanor to the toon resistance (and he also refuses to slip and let it be known that he was annoyed by a cog). he finds brian to be annoying and frustrating. likewise, brian finds mac to be very bothersome ("that bumbing toon that calls himself an 'intelligence master'").

Brian makes it a point to try to hack into any future broadcasts and it eventually turns into a "this guy again" type deal. unfortunately for brian, as the security increases it becomes harder to do so. it keeps him busy though.

I like to think one time brian realized mac had an account on a website of sorts and tried to hack into it. but he had to brute force it and it didnt work (he was not joyous). mac received tons of security emails that day.

They're both surprisingly smart, but it's balanced out by their lacking of common sense and/or general social cues. and they also overthink everything, which is translated into any sort of battle. they're spending 30 minutes on a single turn and it ends up going nowhere, much to the dismay of anyone who had the unfortunate joy of accompanying them.

Any verbal conflict is paragraphs upon paragraphs of text, that often just goes in circles. if one of them dares to slip up (usually brian because i think itd be funny), its caught instantly.

Eventually i think they begin to tolerate each other more (theres only so many times you can go in circles about something). sorrythis wasnt supposed to go on for this long um. oops.

[insideoreoshack]

5.02.2023

i wake up to the sound of stomping, of course its 8am and carriema is already in a bad mood over food. her food is being delivered to the wrong place so shes yelling and stomping and goes to get it, i stay downstairs. i stay downstairs until 11am and when i go up there and im peacefully with my dad making some toast he tells me shes getting ready to go to the gym, she comes out and says hi to me all normal and tells me she used my supplements without my permission, not a big deal i reacted a little wrong at first but then i was like “next time just ask me before you use it” she is the one who says “no one ever asked me before they use my stuff!” and i reply “what did i use without asking? what do i need to ask to use?” and i know shes hinting at the fact that she buys things for the house and it gets used without people asking her; she goes in her and she continues talking to herself and im saying in the kitchen “of course it has to be a thing bc she was already mad for the day stomping around with her fat feet since morning” and then she starts trying to press me like girl i do not give a fuck about your attitude. she keeps trying to press me after i already said i dont care about supplements and its whatever and shes saying she doesnt wanna use it anymore like ofcourse you dont i wasnt even making a big deal out it until she literally starts calling me crazy and saying its whatever but i know its an anger response from how she was antagonizing me that i threw the supplements containers at her door and one of them opened and then she opens the door only to say “ LOOK AT THE MESS SHE MADE” cue dad walking in to ask what happened and she starts calling me crazy again and saying she doesn’t know and she didnt say anything which is a lie and she gas lit me. i go into her room ans tell her exactly what she said on how we got here and i was throwing her stuff around too and im not sorry for that i know its wrong but in all fairness im not angry or upset about this situation im upset its happening AGAIN after promises of change and doing better then the same bullshit happening for her to gaslight me in front of our dad is insane and i refuse to go upstairs with her there i rather starve and suffer. like its just convenient after she treated me so nice yesterday and then boom the switch up is crazy today. it just hurts to keep believing her and that she will change. and then if i dont speak to her im wrong and she’ll just use her depression as a weapon against me to trigger me further to tey and be empathetic like i cant be your friend youre evil. i dont even think she likes me and i cant think that her prayers for me are pure. its so unfair everything was falling into place for me and she cant allow anything good to happen for me. its like shes the root of my trust issues all shes done is lie to me and make me feel crazy. the only reason why i ended up yelling is because of the fact its a repeat and she hasnt changed i am tired of the behavior and biting my tongue it isnt fair. and she yelled at daddy why is he getting involved? to look dumbfounded when im telling you exactly what you just said to me is insanity. like youre straight up gaslighting me and manipulating the situation and she will continue to do so but i refuse to speak to her at all now. i am done. she is cut off i mean it. if i have to be the bad guy for my own sanity then fine i will be.

[mostlyihyperfixate]

@graceful-not #OH THAT ASKDBKSBDKSBDBDB#yeah... though i will say#what stood out to me about that on my first run through was the fact that he was insanely more concerned about his own interests#(ie his guitar‚ the show being ruined‚ who fucked up the cue) than he was about the LITERAL MURDER‚ to the point of#purposefully distracting Apollo and Trucy from their jobs#so it felt to me less like 'Klavier is just having a Bad Day' and more like 'He's nice and pretty and too good to be true but is in fact#kind of superficial and petty and is ultimately only empathetic towards the plights of common man when it doesnt impede his own interests#'#obv it wasnt as Clear Cut as that at the time and obv he's. still a good person aishsvdhsv and those flaws don't inform his ENTIRE character#but i think thats what they were getting at?#your argument still stands tho absbsjdbsb those are pretty stereotypical flaws to give to a Famous Rockstar character#if you're like me and read into it too much though: i will say that it IMMEDIATELY reminded me of Kristoph#and part of me thinks that that may be intentional because this is the first time we see his Frustrated sprite#and it is ALMOST IDENTICAL to Kristophs‚ sjdbsjdb.

You know, that's fair, and I think Apollo even pointed out that they're in the middle of a murder investigation and Klavier has better things to be worrying about. I just immediately discarded that because A) I figured that this soundboard was going to become important and this was just the way the game was introducing it to me; B) People in these games are always making me go off and do weird things before they'll give me more answers, so Klavier making me figure out who messed up his set didn't register as weird to me, and C) As someone who has worked in a job with dead bodies and now works in the legal field herself, it's not a stretch for me to buy that the murder is probably the most mundane part of Klavier's bad day at this point. This is not all to say I'm arguing with you, just that I didn't really give much thought to that bit as establishing a character flaw. I can definitely see that. I think it's even come up in the trial a few times that his main concerns are a little skewed. As far as his (sprite) relationship to Kristoph, that did go over my head. I'm hopeful he'll be making a return, and in doing so that's going to help me get over my gripes over both Klavier and Phoenix's characters (since the latter doesn't even feel like the same person). I'm fully willing to admit that I haven't given the game a chance to tie things up. I'm only a little over halfway though, really, so my opinion(s) could change, and that would be great!

So

Klavier

I feel like they're trying to give him depth in this case (I'm on...*checks* Turnabout Serenade), and it's not working for me

Like, oh no. He gets a little grumpy when he has a bad day. That's awful.

I kind of get it because up until this point he's mostly been just sort of over-the-top perfect. He's tall, and he's pretty, and he rides a motorcycle, and he's in an internationally famous band, and he has hordes of fans chasing him everywhere, and he's nice. So he calls Apollo a mean-ish nickname (is Apollo's forehead even that wide?). So what? Congrats to Apollo on winning the State-mandated same-sex prosecutor partner lottery. I can kind of get behind the joke being that this guy is too perfect to be real.

Trying to give him a flaw sort of just highlights that he's kinda boring and doesn't really have much of a personality outside of "perfect and nice." Especially because it's a lame flaw that Trucy and Apollo keep talking about as if to draw attention to it. I guess Daryan has complained he's a perfectionist, but I felt like Klavier being bitchy about the music was more of a symptom of Klavier's Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day than him just always being like that. I don't feel like there's been evidence to prove he's a perfectionist outside of that.

I could just be annoyed because I don't care for this case very much. It is easily my least favorite third case in the series thus far. But I'm hoping the next two cases (I think there's five?) maybe do a little more with him. I'm not asking for Edgeworth levels of depth here, but if you're going to claim he has a character flaw, I need a little more than this.

[vquacki]

It's My Fatherly Duties!

It's My Fatherly Duties!

Short DAD Scenarios 

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa, 

~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))

R I N D O U 

His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice. 

“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.

“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.

“Oh dad, I-”

“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber. 

“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man. 

“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father. 

“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.

“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look. 

“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street. 

“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process. 

“What! Dad!” Tohru whined, 

“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning. 

“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.  

“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you. 

“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him, 

“Grounded! My final answer!” 

R A N  

Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window. 

Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep. 

“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,

“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence. 

Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin. 

“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house. 

“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush. 

“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction. 

“At this time of night? .. out your window?”

“Ye-”

“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out. 

“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter. 

“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject. 

“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.

“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued. 

“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody. 

“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children. 

S A N Z U 

It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all. 

He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date. 

He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting. 

“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside. 

“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father. 

“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels. 

“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile. 

“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down. 

“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said, 

“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words. 

“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house. 

“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.

I Z A N A 

Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening. 

Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down. 

“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it. 

Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way. 

“Dad! Um- I”

“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids. 

“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk. 

“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you. 

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.

“But the tea I made”

“Im tired~” 

Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again. 

I N U I 

Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot. 

Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor. 

“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike. 

“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps. 

“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid. 

“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered, 

“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold. 

“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man. 

“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.

Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.

“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,

“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?” 

“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right. 

“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself. 

“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,

“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl. 

“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized, 

“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated, 

“Especially not with a boy.”

K O K O N O I

Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick. 

And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.

“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame. 

“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face. 

“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents. 

“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped, 

“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted, 

“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man. 

“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed. 

“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval. 

“Dad, I'm sixteen!” 

“That's what I said” 

S O U Y A 

He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles. 

“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.

“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father. 

“He's out of it” You giggled, 

“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him. 

“There was boys-” His voice cracked. 

“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body. 

“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills. 

“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.

“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house. 

N A H O Y A 

Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other. 

“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers. 

“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua. 

“If I catch ya here again” he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.

“Yer dead meat kiddo”  Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life. 

“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips. 

“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted. 

“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.” 

“Exactly the effect i wanted”

End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.

Reblogs & Notes are always appreciated! Take care! ♡︎♡︎

[galkyrie]

17. jaytim

Thank you for the prompt! Shoutout to @cheetahleopard for the inspiration.

17. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

"Dickiebird this isn't fucking funny! Let us out." Jason growls, banging on the door as he rattles the handle. It's an effective facade if one couldn't see the shit eating grin on his face. 

"Absolutely not. You two need to work this out! You're gonna stay in there until you do!" Dick sounds utterly done on the other side of the solid oak door- exasperation verging on anger. 

"Stephanie, I know you're out there too!" Tim shouts, trying his best to sound like he's not two seconds away from bursting into laughter. "I will give you a thousand dollars if you open this door."

"Oh no, rich boy." Stephanie definitely wasn't doing much better than him on the not laughing front, judging by the waver in her voice. At least she could pass it off as laughing at them. "You two stay in there and think about what you've done." Audible footsteps fade down the hall, and Tim could kiss Steph for the cue. 

"Good job, asshole." Tim snaps, hooking his fingers around Jason's belt and yanking him close. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

"Dont fucking act like it wasnt your smart mouth that got us here in the first place." Jason retorted, tone mean but eyes ablaze as Tim made quick work undoing his buckle, sinking to his knees. 

"My mouth?" Tim manages to sound indignant even as he bats his lashes up at the man, licking his lips. 

"Yeah, if you hadn't run your fucking mouth we wouldn't be in this mess." Tim can hear the facade cracking as a thumb runs over his bottom lip. He helps it along with a quick swipe of his tongue. 

"How long until he's back panicking he's left one of us to die by the other's hand?" Tim murmurs, voice low enough not to carry. 

"Ten minutes, tops." Jason breathes, facade fully cracking as fingers slide into his hair. Tim gets to work on his zipper with a smirk. 

"My smart mouth can definitely work with that." 

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML What If

(What if Chat noir won his battle with Scarabella?)

-Basically everything up to the appearance of Chat noir was the same.

-Scarabella didnt want to fight but Chat noir was pissed and he needed to cool off.

-She had summoned her lucky charm and blocked his cataclysm. Both were now on Borrowed time.

-But unlike in the episode when she managed to kick his butt, he showed that there was a reason he was Ladybug's partner. He Knocked her weapon away and proceeded to turn the tables.

-"Easy kitty cat. I swear Ladybug sent me." Feeling pressured she tried to think of something that would convince him. But he wasnt going to let go. He had her pinned against the wall and no means of escape.

-"If you want me to trust you. De-transform now. Sentimonsters and Akuma wont do that willingly." Chat noir was angry

-"Is there really no other way?"

-"Either you detransform or I take the earrings off myself."

-Alya realized she was backed into a corner. She didnt really have a choice. Either way she would detransform and at least this way she could earn is trust. Ladybug would not be happy about this turn of events

-Chat noir sees that this person is Alya cesaire

-"You're..."

-"There see!? You happy!?" Alya was angry.

-Chat noir let her go.

-"I am going to go transform back. You should refuel."

-Chat noir's anger was now changed to utter surprise.

-Cue them back to back

-"Ladybug cant know I got found out okay!?"

-"So... why didnt she tell me she had a replacement?"

-"She didnt go into details on it and gave me instructions okay."

-Chat noir now felt like a jerk.

-The topic shifted to Robostus and the situation has Scarabella less willing to listen to Chat noir rather than the reverse.

-Not much changes except for the museum. Where Chat noir apologizes about earlier. Scarabella cooled off and said that he wasnt at fault, Ladybug should have given him a heads up. But it really was last minute.

-Chat noir then asks if she is friends with Ladybug and the comment was the same but she quickly snaps at him after he realizes she knows, saying that she isnt saying anything.

-Chat noir realizes that would put Ladybug's identity into question. So he decides to stop the questioning there. But he figures Ladybug likely trusts her because she runs the Ladyblog.

-The fight goes about the same but Scarabella is a bit more emotionally down due to what happened earlier.

-Chat noir does manage to cheer her up

-The akuma was bested the same way as in canon

-Marinette returns and Alya confesses that she should talk with Chat noir, and that Chat noir knows she was scarabella.

-Scarabella explained what happened to her off screen.

_____________________________________________________________

-Ladybug goes to try and apologize about not telling him she told someone.

-"This whole mess is my fault."

-Chat noir confesses that he understands why she had to tell someone. Paris needs a ladybug.

-Chat noir also tells her he wont bother alya about knowing and will keep it a secret.

-He confesses to her that he just doesnt want to be abandoned. Since they dont know eachother's identities.

-Ladybug assures him that she wont abandon him.

(Of course there is more to come. Especially with what the episodes will bring)

[stonerzelda]

LONG ASS DIARY ENTRY LEVEL RANT ABT MY DAY INCOMING!!!! literally dont worry abt reading it i just NEED to get this down on paper/text cuz i am exhausted as FUCK okay. Alright. Nobody is allowed to bitch at me for it this time okay ive bitched at myself enough today!!!

Anyway so basically it started with me missing out vital information that i was working with someone i never met today, who was busy helping out other departments bc she doesnt actually do housekeeping primarily but i was so busy sobbing about my coworkers cat who i NEVER even met yesterday that i didnt. Catch this when it was mentioned to me gahdh.

So im panicking bringing all 3 carts up to the 5th floor, I start a room that was previously requested to be done early as she had a pedicure appt at 11:30, i wasnt supposed to be the one doing it but i was olone and freaking out so i was like fuck its gotta be me. I start it and maybe 20 minutes in somebody Politely comes up to me and asks if i knew where the other cleaning supplies were, and instead of putting 2 and 2 together (person in uniform ive never met on my floor + asking abt cleaning supplies = The Person That Is Fucking Helping Me Today) my big brain decides to VENT like "honestly idek whats going on, somebody was supposed tk be helping me but i guess they never even showed up 😠" and she just looks at me like "😐 thats me. I was here at 8am, I just had some kinda important things i needed to help out with." So. Cue me doing the classic 😳 face and start spewing apologies, admitting I was literally SUCH a MASSIVE fucking dick for no fucking reason + huge idiot for not figuring that out, she's immediately very forgiving and mentions that she did a 15 hour shift yesterday cuz SHES A FUCKINGE PARAMEDIC‼️‼️‼️

So yEAH im never ever ever ever ever gonna live that one down. Anyways once im done annoying her with more apologies and i finish my room, i start on the rooms im assigned that are closest cuz it just makes sense right? Wrong cuz now ive pissed off a resident cuz he hasnt done his dishes yet and was expecting me later on today, so he lectures me about messing up his routine which is fair, but then he goes on abt how i need to figure my shit out meanwhile the only reason this is happening is because MY routine was messed up. But explaining that to a 90yr old is literally pointless so i take the L. Then the OG room i did's resident calls me over and complains that i didnt do anything, meanwhile i sanitized + dusted + vacuumed + mopped every square inch but i didnt see the clean linens she HID IN THE FUCKING CLOSET so i had to go back and make her bed before her appointment, then finish the second guys room, then try to start on another ladies room who politely came by to ask me to do hers next, and so on and so on and so on and so forth.

BUSY BUSY BUSY FUCKINGE DAY then the paramedic girl asks me for help on a room that smells particularly bad, but then she gets called to cover for someone else- i already feel terrible so im like no problem, ill finish your room dont worry about it (thinking she would come back- she didnt)

So all in all i did 8 rooms, re-did 2, then got abandoned and i had to stay an hour after my shift was supposed to end to throw the dirty mops and rags in the wash/take out the garbage and i STILL didnt get tk the 1st floor bathrooms. Rip but my boss never called me back when i tried to ask him abt it so ill just do it thursday lawl.

Then i come home and spend 2 hours helping sweep up turf dirt in the rain so swag. Anyways diary entry over thanxxxx bye

bruhhhhHHHHHHH ive been forcibky put on break bcos ive had sucj a clusterfuck of a morning at work today lmfao FACK!!!! Ill talk about it l8er for now im chain vaping (not a thing but who care) and listening to my emotional support alien ant farm peace and love ✌️😖