#he's the cutest companion lord help me i have the power to make this an actual mod

[nerditudes]

"I became a synth to have a family and look after them forever. Though I do suppose, this body isn't as round as my old one. But it does look rather nice. Oh yes-- I am a handsome devil!" Codsworth voice was different, but this was still the same Nanny Handy that helped look after Shaun and the rest of their family.

He was simply-- upgraded. Curie had encouraged him, said he could feel more feelings. Maybe have a family of his own. There was the little Shaun from the Institute to look after. Yes! He would be be the best nanny slash butler slash confidant slash cook slash maid slash bodyguard that he could be!

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Male Companions react to their baby/babies’s first words being “dad”

(I um...may or may not have even more maxson smut in the works so I’ll try my best to get through some cute fluff stuff first 😌 also I may have gotten carried away with a few of them 😭)

Danse:

The former Paladin didn’t ever imagine he’d ever be so lucky. Here he was, his best friend turned wife snuggled into his side as the both of you lovingly watched the newest addition to your family, his sweet little baby, as they rolled around on the carpeted floor. Just as he thought the night couldn’t have been better, that sweet little amber eyed child crawled up his lap, braced themselves with their tiny fingers clutching onto the chain of his dog tags before..

“Daddy!” They happily squealed, effectively making Danse gasp before smiling and scooping his child in his hands as he leaned back- holding them against his chest. He felt complete.

Deacon:

After everything Deacon had been through, he thought this whole predicament would forever be out of his reach. Boy was he happy he was wrong. Thankfully, you weren’t out on a mission- unless you consider going to the power noodle stand for dinner a mission. Regardless that meant that he was at home watching his little bundle of joy while you were out.

He couldn’t help himself but give in, he was supposed to be putting his baby to sleep but they just wouldn’t go down. So, he decided to play around with them, waving their prized teddy bear above them whilst talking to them with the infamous “baby voice.”

However within moments he dropped the bear, hearing his baby coo..

“Dada.” All with a cute bubbly grin.

“Yeah..that’s right.” Deacon would quickly respond, pushing his shades up to rest on his head. “I’m daddy.” He practically would coo back, scooping them up, only to laugh as they reached up and stole his glasses.

Gage:

Okay, Gage wasn’t one to cry no matter what the circumstance. Especially if it was over something emotional...that is, until the birth of his precious little baby. Boy, had they ran him through the runner, the mere idea of what danger they’d be in from literal birth because of their parents was good enough to make Gage feel as though he aged at least an additional five years.

No matter what though, it was all worth it when he was able to sit down and enjoy moments like the ones playing out before him.

The raider had momentarily went back inside the grille to grab something to drink, quietly emerging from the steel doors to be met with the sight of your moonlight silhouettes on the balcony. You holding his baby up with one hand, the other pointing off to some far off formation of stars that you pointlessly explained to your child. Once he finally approached, he felt his once frozen heart swell in his chest as he laid eyes upon his baby, their little hands wrapped around their favorite plushie...until they registered that the man coming up behind their mommy was...

“Da da!” They happily muttered, making their father’s one good eye widen to the size of a saucer. With a shaky breath, the oh so fearsome raider would reach into your arms to run his thumb across his baby’s plump little cheek.

The second you looked over your shoulder at him you couldn’t believe your eyes. There he was, a single tear rolling down his cheek and a pleased grin shaping his lips.

Hancock:

At first he didn’t fully understand. He had been playing some old record you found ages ago, dancing around with his sweet little baby in his arms when they spoke up in that tiny voice of their’s. However when he turned the music down and they enthusiastically beamed at him, leaning to where they could stare into his darkened eyes and say...

“Daddy..” with the cutest little coo..

Oh lord he couldn’t contain himself, going full speed to go find wherever you went off to and trying to get them to repeat it. Hell, if you didn’t stop him, he’d carry your child all around goodneighbor, telling everyone he could what their first words were.

Macready:

Internally, Mac did a little victory dance. He didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t help but find his mind drifting off to the memory of Duncan’s first words. He had tried for so long to coax his son into saying “dada.” Or just something similar...but much to his surprise, his first child’s first words were literally....”doggy.” In honor of the stray dog that would routinely pester their little farm.

So, when your baby looked up at him with those lovely eyes reminiscent of your own, their cute chubby little hands on either side of his face and plainly babbled..

“Dada..”

He couldn’t contain his joy.

Maxson:

He couldn’t believe it.

With one of his two babies put down for their nap and the other in his arms, he shone a bright proud smile.He flinched the slightest bit when the twin that was still awake tugged at his beard, however before he could put them beside their sibling-

“Da..da.” His precious little dark haired baby cooed, drooling with quite possibly the sweetest smile the young father had ever seen plastered on their little chubby face.

The elder’s bright eyes somewhat widened as he gazed at the baby, that proud smile impossibly growing wider. Their first words..Oh he was so proud. Right then and there he felt like he was going to explode from joy, a very strange and foreign feeling for him to experience.

Once he finally put his baby to sleep and was able to go back to your sleeping form he unfortunately was whipped with the crippling reality..one day he was going to have to raise that sweet little child to be a soldier.

Nick:

There wasn’t much he loved more than spending time with his new family, especially times like this where his miracle of a baby was propped up on his lap- the upper part of their body resting against the dark hickory style wood of his desk as the detective aimlessly tried to sort out files.

Just when he was about to hand his little one back to you, suddenly they whined, grabbing onto the tan ragged lapels of his trenchcoat.

“Daddy!” They shrieked, pulling with what little strength they could muster to try to climb back in their father’s embrace. At first he was shocked, his golden eyes flickering before he flashed a toothy smile, happily pulling his little one back to him before leaning back in his swivel chair so they could finally be happy and rest against their father’s chest.

Old Longfellow:

Look, making long story short, he cried. Like, full on tears of joy. He wasn’t an emotional one and if he was ever asked just why he had such a strong response, he’d completely blame it upon his newfound sobriety but..when his “miracle” of a baby stood up in his lap- looking him dead on with their kind, innocent eyes, just to smile and plainly say

“Daggy..”

Oh god he couldn’t help it. Even if they were off by a little bit, he knew what they were saying and the words were good enough to send him into a fit of happy tears.

Preston:

It was early, far too early for you to be awake, but that didn’t stop your precious little one. Luckily Preston was always a morning person, finding a way to expertly sneak around the creaky floorboards of your home to reach his baby somehow before they managed to let out a peep.

Call it a father’s intuition.

This had become such a running thing that it was just routine by now, every morning starting with him grabbing his own little “mini me”, placing them on his hip and singing along to a song or two as he gathered breakfast.

However unlike most mornings, this time the little child greeted their father with a big toothless grin- making cute “grabby hands” for him as they squealed

“Papa!”

He felt like he was struck with lightening, his own smile taking over his face as he practically leaped to pick them up. Twirling them around when he scooped their little body up.

He couldn’t wait to tell you.

Sturges:

It had been a long day of repairs for him, like always. No matte what though, he was the happiest he had been in his entire life. Holed up in your little humble home in sanctuary with you lounging out next to him, life couldn’t be any sweeter.

That is until your newly able to walk child walked towards the two of you, a glimmering piece of metal that upon further inspection would be travels to be a small socket wrench in their hand. With a cute, proud grin on their face- they’d unsteadily toddle towards their father, placing the object on his lap.

“Papa!” Their sweet little voice chirped, causing a look of pure shock to overwhelm the previously resting man.

Grinning ear to ear, the synth man would practically rip his utility gloves off so he could grab his little one by their tiny waist, hoisting them up and above his head. He’d proceed to make little “vertibird” like noises as he gently swayed them, causing them to turn into a messy of squirmy giggles. If anyone asked him what his heaven would’ve been, it would be this. This one particular moment.

X6-88:

Falling in love with you in the first place was already a scary experience for him. Finding out that somehow he managed to get you pregnant months later, that was reality shattering. He loved it though. More so, he loved his little child- their birth making him feel so human like, but in the best of ways. However he was once again put into that state of wondrous, exciting fear when his little curly headed toddler grabbed his coat- affectively grabbing his attention so he would be met eye to eye with their similar icy gaze.

“Daddy..?” Their sweet little voice called to him, looking up in such a way that made his heart physically twinge. However, before he even knew what he was doing, he knelt down, adjusted them onto his hip before kissing their nose.

He...he could get used to this.

[cynergy-laughter]

Obey Me! One Master to Abridge Them All! Ep. 4

4. For the Record, T-Pose to Assert Your Pact

It was just a normal, second day for MC... until...

Asmo: PPFFFFTTTBWAAAHAHAHAHA! *gasp* AAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHA!

Satan: Asmo, can you not laugh so loudly this early in the morning?

Asmo: B-Buhut... Mammon... got tricked... into entering a pact! And with none other than Enn!

Satan: Pffftt!

Asmo: Boy, you think it’s funny too, don’t even try to hide it!

Beel: Mmm, these cockatrice breasts are so crispy, every bite gives me a wonderful crunch.

MC: Is no one gonna tell him that he’s also eating the plate?

Asmo: Don’t tell him, it’s more entertaining that way. But look at you, not even a day in the Devildom and you already snagged a pact with a moron, I bet you feel like a ruler, don’t you, Enn~?

MC: No, I feel exhausted. The whole time after we made the pact, he kept on texting me, and it was basically, “Just so we’re clear, I did it for my credit card. She’s my one true love, you better not come in between us.”

Satan: Ugh, the way he talks about that thing.

Asmo: I wouldn’t be surprised if he imagines making love to it. Gross...

Levi: Imagine? He absolutely does. Headcanon accepted.

Asmo: What does that even mean, Levi...?

————

Asmo: Anywho, Enn, who would you wanna make a pact with next?

MC: ... You want my honest answer?

Asmo:

Satan:

Levi:

Beel: *munching*

MC: I thought not, I wanna pact with Asmo. *flutters eyes*

Asmo: Haha, I mean who wouldn’t? But I wouldn’t with you because I have no intention in entering one with you.

MC: Oh neither do I, I just wanted to see the look on your face when I chucked the Grenade. I checked RAD’s last yearbook, I wanna pact Astaroth. He can get it.

Asmo: *jaw drops to the floor*

Satan & Levi: *snort and bit their lip*

Beel: *eating* Can someone pass me the Poison Oak Maple syrup? I wanna try adding sweet to this savory.

*interview*

Asmo: Enn thinks they’re so funny. Have they even met Astaroth?! Cause he used to be my ex. He is the absolute worst... I may miss him, but I don’t really... and plus what is Enn doing, having sights for my ex?!

MC: I’ll admit, Astaroth is pretty intimidating, but he’s seems cool. Especially for a mid-rank demon. For the record, I just said Astaroth to get under Asmo’s skin... and based on his reaction, I think I just made a pimple start forming on his forehead.

————

Asmo: PSSH PAH PIH PFFTT W-Whatever! He’s not even that hot anyway.

Satan: You sounds like you still caught feelings.

Asmo: Shut up, you sound just as moronic as that poor excuse for a demon Mammo-! *head gets slammed into his bowl of cereal* ACK! MY FACE! What the hell Mammon?!

Mammon: Shouldn’t have been talking smack, Asmo. Don’t forget, I’m still your older brother.

MC: Good morning Mammon.

Mammon: Go to heaven, Enn.

MC: Would have been funnier if you meant heavenn.

Mammon: Whatever, point is, I got my card back from Lucifer. Mammon one, Lucifer nothing, like it should be. Think he’s so smart to put my card in the freezer, he’s such a dad.

Lucifer: *appears behind him, holding a leather belt loop, and he snaps it loudly*

Mammon: ... AAAAAIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!

———— Later ————

MC: *walking down the stairs with Mammon* You ever think that maybe you should practice what you preach?

Mammon: *sniffling, rubbing his butt* “yOu EvEr ThInK tHaT mAyBe YoU sHoUlD pRaCtIcE wHaT yOu PrEaCh?!” S-Shut up, human... preaching ain’t gonna do nothing.

MC: First of all... wow. And second... Enn... my name is Enn.

Mammon: I don’t care, human! I’ll call you whatever I’ll feel like calling you. You’d better watch your back, because if a lesser demon decides to make you his meal, I won’t be there to save you, cause I couldn’t care less! Now out of my way! *goes to stomp down the stairs, bumping MC out of the way*

MC: ... Mammon stay! *voice pulsates through Mammon, making him stand up straight and not move!*

Mammon: A-Ah! What the- I can’t move... You better hope I don’t get out of this huma-... hummm... hu... NB. No! Huuu-better work, everybody give it up for the supremely talented host with the post, dropping lines since birth, life and debuting in the Devildom, give it up for MC NB! *makes air horn noises*

MC: *smiles* That’s better. Next time, just respect my wishes and call me by my name. Now, Mammon, let’s get to class.

————

*walks into class*

MC: With as many demons dancing in this place, you would think that this is was High School Musical: Another Story.

Demon1: Hey, it’s that human who slapped us.

Demon2: I wouldn’t mess with them, I heard Mammon forged a pact with them... imagine what he could do to us, if the human is ballsy enough to slap us...

???: Well, it seems rumors do spread faster than a glorious opening speech. You really have made quite a celebrity out of yourself.

MC: Sebastian from Black Butler?

Diavolo: Easy Barbatos, no need to be shady, I say these rumors are good, it means eyes will be on them at all times, so no one can really truly make a move.

Lucifer: Especially since Mammon is absolute garbage at looking after them.

MC: And a good morning to you all too, Mr. President, Mr. Vice President, and Mr. Chief Secretary. Nice to see you talking about me like I’m not here.

Diavolo: I wanted to congratulate you on such a big accomplishment, and it’s only been your second day. I knew that I chose the right person for the program.

MC: Well, it’s not like a had a choice in the matter, but thank you, Lord Diavolo. And who is this?

Barbatos: I’m Lord Diavolo’s steward, Barbatos. Apologies for not introducing myself immediately.

MC: It’s okay, it’s nice to meet you.

Lucifer: Barbatos is a very smart and powerful demon of many talents. I just wish I could have him as my brother instead of Mammon.

MC: I mean, people tend to keep their talents deep within them, I’m sure it’s the same for Mammon.

Barbatos: I believe there’s a saying in the human world about that, a true wiseman doesn’t flaunt his talents, he keeps them secret.

Lucifer: That may be so, but he, is to put it lightly, an incompetent fool.

MC: Well... looking at all the idiots that make up my world’s population, Mammon is pretty tame and intelligent...

*interview*

MC: Seriously, I used to work retail, someone asked me for Pampers Pull-Ups while I was stocking the baby aisle... lemme say it again, the person asked for Pampers Pull-Ups. That’s the same energy as someone asking for Burger King’s Big Mac. It doesn’t exist. There are Huggies Pull-Ups, and Pampers Easy-Ups, if you are looking specifically for Pampers Pull-Ups, you don’t deserve the right to teach children right from wrong.

————

Diavolo: I also heard that the most stubborn and headstrong child is the cutest.

Lucifer: Diavolo, he is my younger brother, not my child. I think I would have a lot more gray hairs and as Asmo would say a few more lines in my forehead. Stop it.

???1: So you don’t deny that he’s cute. Though the winner of the most stubborn award would most undoubtedly go to you.

???2: And for the record, that’s not a compliment, it’s an insult.

Lucifer: Simeon, can you please tell your little chiweenie to not yip so loudly this early in the school day?

???2: I am NOT A CHIWEENIE!

Diavolo: Enn, these are the two students from the Celestial Realm, in other words, angels. This is Simeon, and his canine companion Luke.

Luke: Diavolo, do not feed into this! I am an angel, not a canine of any sort!

MC: *going over to Simeon fast* Oh thank the heavens, finally some angelic melanin. *shaking Simeon’s hand* it’s so nice to meet you, I’m already a stan, I mean a fan.

Simeon: *chuckles* It’s to meet you Enn, congratulations on your accomplishment, I hope we make friends of each other yet.

Barbatos: We should get going, the first bell is about to sound.

MC: B-But... I wanna hang out with Simeon some more...

Diavolo: All in good time, Enn. I’m glad you’re doing well here on your second day here. Have a good school day.

Lucifer: Even though it should be the other way around... look after Mammon for me, Enn? I thank you.

Simeon: I’ll see you later, Enn.

————

Luke: *stays behind* ...

MC:

Luke:

MC:

Luke:

MC: Can I help you?

Luke: Don’t ever trust a demon, especially not Lucifer.

MC: ... Where I live and grow up, you learn to not really trust anyone, but thanks for the advice, Lassie.

Luke: ARGH! Not you too! *storms off*

[thewoodlandqueen]

The Pevensies After Narnia

Summary: Returning home from Narnia was more difficult than any of the Pevensies could have ever imagined. 

Words: 2,236

A/N: Based off this post of mine

“You wouldn’t believe us if I told you, sir.” Peter said looking up at the Professor with a small smile.

The Professor smiled in return and tossed the ball back to Peter. “Try me.”

So they did. The Pevensies told the Professor about all of their adventures in Narnia and in return the Professor told them of his. That first week back from Narnia was a joyous time. Sharing stories with the Professor, having hot running water again, eating their favorite foods, listening to the radio, and using lights. The modern pleasures they had since forgotten were discovered for what felt like the first time all over again.

It wasn’t until a week later that Peter uttered the words no one dared to speak. “What about our people?” Lucy’s face fell and Edmund went still.

“They’re well taken care of.” Susan said smoothing her skirt and looking over at her older brother. “Mr. Tumnus, Oreius, and the Beavers are more than capable.”

“We never got to say goodbye.” Lucy said, her big blue eyes glossing over with tears.

“We didn’t even want to leave.” Edmund said, his voice back to a squeaky high-pitched child’s voice.

“Come now.” Susan said looking around at her sad siblings. “We should all be happy to be back. Besides the fact that we had our adventure at all is what matters.” She nodded satisfied with her answer.

Then so began Susan’s bitter quest to forget Narnia and accept the fact that she was back home. Out of all of the Pevensie children, Susan had the least difficult time adjusting to life back in England. She often scolded Peter for wanting to go back and said that he was a bad influence for Edmund and Lucy. Logically, to Susan, burying herself in a good book could be as great an adventure as her time in Narnia.

Peter on the other hand disagreed. He wanted nothing more than to return back to Narnia as High King. It wasn’t because he missed the power and attention, but because he missed helping people. Ever since he was little Peter had plans of being a Doctor because he wanted to help others. As High King of Narnia his guidance and wisdom stretched out over oceans. Now that he was back home as Peter Pevensie from Finchley, the most good he could do was keep up his studies and watch over his younger siblings.

Edmund missed Narnia just as much as Peter did, but he kept it more to himself. Chess comforted him since he spent many hours in Narnia poured over a board with Oreius. His voice was no longer deep and steady, and his sharp jawline was lost and in its place a smooth pudgy chin. Being a child again reminded him of how awful he used to be. It was this childlike form that he fought with Peter, teased Lucy, and so selfishly sold out his family to the White Witch.

Lucy was the only Pevensie who dared to try and reenter the Wardrobe. Many times she pulled open the wooden door and stepped inside in hopes of feeling the hot summer breeze rustle through her hair. She spent a lot of time with the Professor telling stories and begging to hear more of his. Her hope of returning was what kept her in high spirits. Though there were times when she would burst out in a fit of anger. She was a warrior, a queen, and not being able to reach the top cupboard for a teacup was beyond frustrating. It was times like these when Peter would step in and without a word grabbed the teacup and handed it to her with a smile.

In fact the whole family dynamic changed. Peter and Edmund had never been closer. They spent lots of time together playing chess or in the library and never fought once. Lucy relied heavily on her older brothers for protection and support. When she wasn’t tall enough, not strong enough, or considered too little to have input they stepped in on her behalf. Susan pulled away from the other three and preferred to pick up her life where she left off and remember Narnia as beautiful memories. It wasn’t that Susan didn’t love Narnia; she just felt the best way to move forward was to focus on the present. Someone in the family had to.

What the Pevensie’s weren’t prepared for is how their life experience would affect their interactions with others. Mrs. Mcready in particular. What had been fifteen years for them had only been about fifteen minutes for her. For the life of that poor woman she couldn’t figure out the sudden change in the children and why their behavior was so strange all of a sudden.

The first noticeable incident was when she scolded them for breaking the Professors window. “You children need to learn some respect for this house. The stain glass is priceless and now, a gaping hole in it and a dismantled suit of armor. What do you have to say for yourselves?”

Edmund was the first to step forward, the diplomat in him ever prevalent. “We’re sorry, it was only an accident. I suppose I should avoid playing cricket for a while.”

Peter not wanting Edmund to share in the fault alone spoke next. “It was my fault really, I pitched that nasty curve ball.”

Mrs. Mcready didn’t know what to say. This was the last thing she expected to hear. “Well then, see that it doesn’t happen again.” She nodded before walking off awkwardly.

A few days later a dear friend of the Professor stopped by. “Children!” She called upstairs. “Come say hello to our guest.” It only took a moment for all the children to materialize and come to greet the mystery guest. “This is the Professor’s friend Ms. Plummer. Say hello now.”

The four Pevensies all bowed to the visitor before exchanging an awkward look. “Lovely to meet you.” Lucy nodded at the silver haired woman.

“My, what polite children the Professor is housing.” Mrs. Plummer smiled.

Mrs. Mcready didn’t say anything, she was too alarmed at Lucy’s adult pleasantries. Perhaps it was just a fluke, or she had misheard her. It wasn’t until dinner a few days later when Lucy asked for the salt that it was confirmed that Lucy was talking ever so strangely.

“Mrs. Mcready would you be so kind as to pass me the salt?” Lucy said taking a sip of her pomegranate juice.

“My dear child where on earth did you learn to talk like that?” Mrs. Mcready said grabbing the saltshaker and passing it to Susan who in turn set it in front of Lucy. Lucy hadn’t spoken like this when she first arrived.

Lucy looked up from her drink startled. “Uh…I don’t know…” She said looking to her siblings in a panic.

“Lucy and I have been practicing etiquette for school.” Susan spoke up. “We’ve never been to a private school before and we want to make a good impression.” Mrs. Mcready nodded but still wasn’t convinced.

Dinners actually became a great source of confusion for Mrs. Mcready. The Professor started having dinner with the Pevensie children which was odd in its own since he had earlier proclaimed that he never wanted to be disturbed by the children. Now dinner was lively and full of a bunch of rubbish.

“Tell me again where the Beavers lived.” The Professor said raising his glass to the children.

“Oh they had the cutest little dam!” Lucy exclaimed.

“You could see the White Witch’s palace from it.” Edmund added.

“I still can’t believe you had the misfortune of going head to head with her.” The Professor shook his head. “She was something else even in the short time I knew her.”

“You have no idea.” Peter shook his head.

“Children!” Mrs. Mcready scolded. “Don’t encourage him.” She said hinting that the Professor may have been going crazy, which she surly believed.

The rest of that summer was rather strange. The children all grew very fond of quite obscure activities and under the Professor’s orders, Mrs. Mcready was supposed to see to it that they had a chance to participate.

“Mrs. Mcready?” Edmund asked one day while she was organizing books in the library.

“Hmmm?” She responded glancing over her shoulder.

“Might I take a trip down to the stables?” Edmund asked fiddling with his fingers nervously.

“The stables?” Mrs. Mcready asked setting down the books she was sorting and placing her hands on her hips. “Whatever for?”

“I wanted to see the horses.” Edmund said shyly. There was no easy way to tell anyone that he desperately missed his animal companion, Phillip. “I like them.”

Mrs. Mcready didn’t know what to say. Normally uncharacteristic of Edmund but with how strange all the children had been acting, this wasn’t that strange. “Alright then off you go.”

Edmund’s face lit up and he put down the book he was reading before dashing out the door. He spent many hours in the stables in the coming weeks before school started. He’d smile, pet the horses, and speak softly to them as he dreamed of riding his own horse into a mighty battle.

Edmund wasn’t the only one missing his Narnian opportunities. Susan actually missed having her bow. So when she asked Mrs. Mcready if they had one for her to use along with a target, they materialized a day later. Susan found comfort in the feeling of her bow releasing the arrow and sinking in deeply to the target. It grounded her, and when she was missing Narnia a little extra, it was an easy activity to lose herself in.

When the school year started things became even more difficult for the Pevensies. Susan and Lucy were to be sent to a different school than Peter and Edmund. So in other words, the first time the family was to be separated since their fifteen years in Narnia. The other thing was that all of the children felt as though they didn’t need school. In Narnia the children continued their studies in Narnian history, combat, battle strategies, agriculture, and an endless list of other incredibly useful subjects. So school seemed silly. Lucy hated it the most.

When she was at school, she felt so small. There were girls taller than her and stronger than her who made it known. The gossip bored Lucy because she was years in wisdom beyond her age and whose hair looked funny didn’t matter to her. She had been in battle, dined with Lords, made laws, and ruled an entire kingdom. The schoolyard was below Lucy and despite her protests, she was forced to be a child again even though she had known adulthood.

Susan didn’t struggle with this as much. She felt almost the same as before she went to Narnia. Susan had always been more mature for her age. She had to be. The war forced both her and Peter to grow up to take care of their younger siblings. At school she buried herself int books and her studies. To Susan, this was home and if she wanted to succeed, she needed to accept that.

Edmund, like Susan, accepted the fact that he was a kid again but, like Peter he missed Narnia dearly. He missed his horse. He missed his deep commanding voice settling disputes. He missed his life. Like the rest of his siblings he excelled in his studies and impressed all of his teachers. Somehow, just like Peter had taken care of Edmund, Edmund ended up taking care of Peter. The eldest Pevensie found himself in all sorts of disputes and comprisable situations.

Peter took it the hardest. He was High King. He felt like he abandoned his people and lost himself. This only got worse the longer the schoolyear went on. The first noticeable correction that needed to be made was Peter’s signature. After being handed an academic conduct contract to be signed Peter absent-mindedly began signing High King Peter. He had to stop himself short and in frustration tore the paper to shreds before asking for a new one. There would be nights when he would stand in front of the mirror and wonder who he had become. He missed his broad shoulders and sharp jawline. He grew angry, irritable, and frustrated. He missed his life.

All of the Pevensie children had been deeply changed by their time in Narnia.

By the time the school year was over and they returned back to the Professor for summer, something dark had taken root in all of them. Lucy regressed back to the little girl she had been before she had discovered Narnia. Edmund’s sass slowly crept back into his every conversation. Susan never spoke of Narnia but to scold her siblings for wishing their life away. Then there was Peter who was no longer a lost king, but a troubled teenage boy who got into fights and was labeled disobedient. The school year had worn them down and after being treated like a child again, that is what they all became.

That is until that faithful day at the train station next school year something magical happened. Then every happy feeling the Pevensies had locked away came flooding back and the past year of torture was left behind on the beach of Cair Paravel. They were home again.

[penchanteds]

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a non-comprehensive list of my favorite arya/gendry fics

required reading; or: arya and gendry fall in love today, tomorrow, and probably for the rest of eternity (modern au)

hope will put the colors in the sky by monroeslittle

the most iconic gendrya modern!au. reading this is an intitation into the gendrya fandom. so true to their characters and angsty and will probably hurt you but still so good. after this, you crave more fics where arya goes pub-hopping and gendry buys her cheap beer and they eat greasy pizza together on the floor of his apartment.

we can pretend that they don't know our name by scrubclub 

fulfills your wildest richgirl!arya x stableboy!gendry dreams. this fic is an absolute gift, a national literary treasure. please read it for the romance in the countryside aesthetic and the westerosi political intrigue. inspired by this timeless photoset.

re: weapons (and you) by scrubclub

these two are academic nerds who spend all their free time talking to each other about weapons and dating (and unfortunately not doing enough of the actual dating thing). the cutest fic told in a creative epistolary format. it has lots of archaelogical musings and sword euphemisms and absolutely delivers on the will-they-or-won’t-they; the correct answer is they definitely will.

the dating game by scrubclub

arya’s friends set her up on dates and have a terrible taste in men, but that’s okay because there’s good old gendry right around the corner if only both of them would open their eyes. there’s a group project involved and meddling friends and makes you wonder if it will really take an entire village to get these two together.

the waiting game by scrubclub

companion to “the dating game,” equally adorable, guaranteed to make you love gendry more if that was even possible. we love our somewhat clueless, unfairly attractive mechanic who doesn’t think he’s good enough for richgirl!arya.

pascal's triangle, revisited. by pentaghastly

in which arya thinks sansa and gendry are together behind her back, and gendry continues to be the clueless idiot with hearts in his eyes. fluffy and angsty and straight out of a teen romcom, just the way we like it.

insert here - a sentiment re: our golden years by pentaghastly

the fake!dating trope is a privilege and a right. 

five times in the bathroom by stutteringpeach

obviously arya and gendry can’t stay away from each other. in different bathrooms. at various family functions. repeatedly.

grrm wishes he wrote this (in-universe au)

arya of the thousand days of by drholland

[work in progress, ~200k words, but a masterpiece that is required reading!! cannot emphasize this enough] this fic is a triumph, a gendrya epic that honors the strength and heart of these two characters. set years post-series, reading this is a journey in and of itself. it is an intimate portrait of how gendry and arya are truly meant to be together, of how their love endures and conquers. brilliantly plotted and emotionally introspective, this is everything the game of thrones tv series wishes it were and grrm could only dream of writing the canon that these two deserve. 

all we know is falling by youcallitwinter

a beautiful take on gendry in the post-season two uncertainty.

you made a slow disaster out of me by i-revel-in-chaos

this fic will break you and make you want to curl up and wonder how two people so right for each other seem to have such horrible timing. arya returns from braavos and only gendry is there to hold her together. some days, he’s simply a bastard blacksmith in love with a rich highborn girl; other days, it’s not so simple and he let’s himself forget. 

i was looking for a breath of life by i-revel-in-chaos

in this one, arya dies and gendry is a mess in the aftermath. he is heartbroken and struggles to move on in her absence. this is grief told in multiple stages, before it seems to nearly consume gendry whole. it hurts to see a man so broken, but that’s his world without arya. 

when next to wild animals -- by arbitrarily

haunting, mesmerizing, dark and twisty; a third person, almost out-of-body narration of a girl and no one.

five times arya stark shared a bed with gendry by vixleonard

it is established canon that arya and gendry slept next to each other and that is of greatest importance; end of message.

gonna make this place your home by argyledpenguin

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) 

a series of five different au’s that range from arya and gendry growing up on the streets of king’s landing; a gendry stark character swap; and arya as a granddaughter of the lannisters.

a dark world aches (for a splash of the sun) by argyledpenguin

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

a four-part au about prince gendry, heir to the throne, and lady arya, his bethrothed, and the royalty!au we deserve because theirs is the fury (and fury burns).

another in-universe au by argyledpenguin

they are betrothed at an early age and slowly fall in love because of course they do, they always do. 

they belong together, again and again and again (other au)

dream until your dreams come true by crossingwinter 

softball and dreams and guess what they were soulmates. a soulmates fic where the soulmates don’t communicate and it gets angsty but it’s so obvious they love each other.

 misfits au by argyledpenguin

in which arya really is death and there’s superhuman powers and time travel and arya and gendry fall in love in this one too.

the dry season by arbitrarily

a stylistic masterpiece. the starks meets the grapes of wrath. arya finding justice when it bled her dry. gendry on a ranch, leaned against his worn pickup truck.

fixing the hole that season 8 left in us (s8 canon)

the fury by nymja

[work in progress, post-series] just read it. it will help you heal after the ending of season eight, mend some of the heartbreak that left with arya on the ship. the most renowned post-series fix-it fic, and a welcome antidote to the tragedy we were otherwise left with. 

sing more absurd by scintillio_coll

this fic has a lot of feelings. gendry learns how to lord and arya sails the seas, and eventually they find their way back to each other. in the years they’re apart, they become rebuilt as people and it’s so gratifying to read their reunion. gendry grows into his lordship in the way he knows best: forging nails to keep his world together. 

left for dead by nymja

award for best use of a “still rowing” punchline. bonus points for jon losing his mind over his little sister together with the random blacksmith he once met in a cave.

5 ways jon snow finds out about arya and gendry by vixleonard

another jon snow knows nothing fic because arya and gendry are the exact opposite of subtle.

1,500 miles by nymja

arya and the hound on the road to king’s landing and the comedy writes itself.

approval by nymja 

i will read any and all fic where the hound spectates his favorite idiot murder couple.

with the wild wolves around you by lady_lyannarose

post battle-fic that is so soft and tender and aches with beautiful prose: “he’ll love her anywhere she’ll let him.”

quiet birds in circled flight, soft stars that shine at night by Anonymous

arya reflects on surviving the long night and the life that comes after. 

originally posted 06/10/2019, last updated 06/30/2019

[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine Ambrose breaking up with you

- you meet in a literature class at one of the lesser colleges he attended, while his time as a enrolled student was short there, he was so captivated by you that he would find himself at your dorm room door, for a late night visit/sleepover.

- During one of these visits he accidentally let it slip that he was a warlock, and expected you to run, however your response was just, “Praise Satan, I thought I was going to have to preform a mandrake spell on myself.”

“Why on earth would you do that?” He whispered, your face slowly leaning forward as his lips meet yours somewhere in the middle

“Because Ambrose Spellman, you have bewitched my heart.” You whispered into the kiss before laughing, “Cheesey I know.”

“Not to me.” He replied, as he deepened the kiss, desperation filling it as his mouth battled with yours

-Within the month you were both living with one another, in a flat off campus.

-He kept you in the dark about his plans, or his meetings, he would always pass it off as not important, and you trusted him.

-whenever you came home from a hard day of spell casting, or work, he always had a cup of tea ready for you, and a tray of sugar cookies. On the extra stressful days he would have your favorite meal prepared when you arrived.

-The landlord thought you were both the cutest couple around, and would knock your rent down most months..... but that was totally because he thought you both were adorable, and had nothing to do with the spell Ambrose used on him when you first moved in.

-You loved reading his poetry, and would spend countless hours listening to him ramble about his school days.

-The few times you fought it was because you were being outspoken, or took too much pity on the natural occurrences in mortal’s lives

-He secretly loved you for it, and knew that he could never stay mad for long.

-You were reading one of Ambrose’s books on dark rituals while drinking a cup of tea when you heard the phone ring. Thinking it was just a quick call of Ambrose saying he was gonna be late for your supper plans, you took the tea with you to answer.... several seconds later it was smashing to the floor.

-For one week you tried everything in your power to locate Ambrose, for a week none of your companions had any information regarding your lover.... until you received the invite to the emergency meeting being held by the Counsel.

- You were at the emergency meeting called to discuss the fate of Ambrose, eyes red rimmed and tear filled as he sat before the court in the center of the room, chains binding his hands behind him as he wore the same outfit from that morning a week ago, however he was much more filthy then he was when you kissed him farewell that morning.

- You didn’t even hear most of the trail, it was all a lot of low buzzing, until a loud booming voice drew your attention, “Sister [Y/N], I call you before the court, to testify before the accused.”

“No!” Ambrose shouts, “She knows nothing.”

“However she lived in the same corridors as you, shared a bed with you, preformed great acts of lust with you, and fell in love with you, why would I not demand her to be questioned?”

- On the stand you finally got to look at his battered face,unsure which wounds were caused by the blast, and which were caused by the torture he was enduring before this trail. Dirt covered him as his eyes were glassy, tears falling as his own, and slipping down his cheeks as they began to question you, and after hours they declared you naive, and declared to take a vote, after discussing the evidence of his guilt.

-As you left the stand, you made solid eye contact with him, and whispered a protection charm in passing.... this particular one protected the enchanted from death.

- You were the reason he got house arrest, because the court even stated, “Ambrose Spellman, for your crimes against the coven, and refusal to reveal the names of your conspirators, you should be hung from the neck until death, however the Dark Lord has compelled us to spare your life.” You released a breath you were unaware you were holding, praising Satan that they were allowing him to go free.... or so you thought

“Instead the Counsel has deemed it only appropriate that you think of your crimes in isolation, and among our own sisters of Night, Ambrose I bound you to the Spellman Manor, until the Counsel releases you from your punishment. Praise Satan that he has granted you mercy.” 

-When you heard those words it felt as though the wind was knocked from your lungs, but at least he was alive, and both Zelda and Hilda Spellman had no problem allowing you to move into the house which was to become your lover’s prison.

- within two weeks of being placed under house arrest he ended things, however he never gave a reason to why he was ending things. When you left the house you were in tears, and cursing the thought of the man who broke your heart for no reason, unaware he was just as heartbroken

- He told Hilda everything about the breakup, and how he was doing it for your benefit, since you were such a bright witch, and being associated to him any longer would just force you into exile as well.

“She deserves the world Auntie Hilda, she needs someone she can explore with, and grow with. With me she will only be held back, I mean I can’t even help her master the dark arts, and she would have to give up all her freedom just to be with me. Her family and friends have already begun distancing themselves from her, and who knows what else she will lose because of my actions.”

“Ambrose, that is her choice to make, not yours.”

“I know Auntie, but I can’t let her make the right choice.”

-After three weeks of him moping around the house, Zelda announced to Hilda, “I invited [Y/N] to dinner.”

“Does...”

“No, and it will stay that way, just because I don’t want to listen to the same sob story he told you about wasting her time.”

- When you knocked on the door, Zelda shouted from the kitchen, “Ambrose, would you be a dear and get that?”

“Yes Auntie Z.” He sighed, putting down your favorite book, and dragging himself to the door, the dirty house robe hung loosely around his frame, his briefs barely showing as his hand touched the cool knob, “Welcome to the Spellman Mortuary, my aunts...”

-His breath hitched in his throat as he looked at you, your beauty blowing him away as he looked at you standing there, dressed in a crimson dress. He quickly straighten himself and pulled the robe tighter around himself, “[Y/N], w-w-what are you....doing here?”

“Auntie Z invited me over for dinner.” You whispered, “She said that you knew.”

“Of course I didn’t know.” He whisper shouted at you, “If I knew do you really think I would have answered the door in my robe?”

“No, you wouldn’t have answered it at all.” You responded before gracefully pushing past him, and heading towards the kitchen, while he raced to the attic to change.

- both Spellman sisters shared with you how depressed Ambrose had been behaving.

“He is always moping about, looking miserable. He barely eats, his hygiene has gone out the window, poor fellow doesn’t even know what to do.” Hilda stated

“It is really quite pathetic.” Zelda stated as you slowly sipped your tea.

“If He is so heartbroken, then why....”

“Because dear....” Hilda whispered, looking to make sure Ambrose wasn’t about to round the corner, “He is under house arrest, and feels it unfair to stay with you, when he is so restricted.”

- You has never thought of that, and once Hilda said it, it all made sense. Your heart excelerating at the thought that he loved you so much he was willing to sacrifice his own happiness for you, and then you giggled at the thought of the fool.

“You mustn’t tell him though that you know.” Hilda whispered, unaware that he was now standing outside the door in the hall, and seeing how he was not a fool, he pieced together why you were invited, and decided for his Aunties’s sake, he wouldn’t make it obvious.

- during dinner he sat across from you, his eyes fixated on you as you spoke to the Spellman sisters. He thought after this he would never see you again, so he was trying to etch every detail of you into his mind, so that for the remainder of time he wouldn’t forget what being with you felt like.

-Occasionally you would admire him to, a smile would slowly spread as you watched him look away quickly, unaware that he was blushing a deep red as he pretended to be doing anything else. You would quickly go back to looking at Zelda or Hilda though, so that he could continue to stare.

-After dinner the party moved to the parlor, Ambrose settled into one couch, while the sisters claimed the other, leaving you no option then to sit by him. You sunk into the cushion, and out of habit, his arm went behind you on the back of the couch, his hand resting lazily on your shoulder as he inhaled your scent. You were so tempted to lean into him as you used to, but feared he would run off.

- “Well it is getting late, I best be off.” You sighed, regretting the decision to rise as the sisters rushed to hug you, both whispering their farewells as they did, once Hilda released you from her squeeze you turned towards Ambrose, “Would you walk me to the door A?”

“Course.” He replied quickly, following you to the front door. He opened it wide, and leaned against it as you turned on the porch.

-“I’ve missed you Ambrose Spellman.” Your eyes locking as he smiled, his heart breaking a bit as he replied, “I’ve missed you [Y/F/N] [Y/L/N].”

“Listen, I know you made it clear that we were over but I don’t want to be...” He cut you off quickly with a kiss, a long, deep kiss, filled with need and desire.

-Once he pulled away slightly, and rested his forehead on Your he whispered, “I don’t either, but this house arrest...”

“Fuck the house arrest, as long as I have you, I am fine with not going on dates and such, because at the end of the day, it is just you and me against the world Spellman.”

- He kissed you again, this time it was short lived however, the sound of Hilda silently celebrating caused you both to chuckle, as Zelda scolded her sister for ruining the moment

-That night you moved back into the house, and for the first night in three weeks you both slept, after other activities of course. When you woke up, he was peacefully snoring, your limbs tackled in the messed up sheet as you placed your head on his chest, remembering the little details of his face.

-75 years later you were both still together, however you were still just boyfriend and girlfriend, seeing how if you were to marry before he was granted his freedom, you would temporarily lose your familiar and your powers would be restricted such as Ambrose.

-This was mostly do to the fact that the Church of Night would hate for you to help him use magic to do anything that violates his house arrest.

- You and Sabrina were super close, and you were always willing to help her practice magic. She would always ask Ambrose how he ended up with a mate like you

“I am truly blessed by the Dark Lord to have her.” He slowly breathed out, as the thoughts crept back into his mind.

-The day after Conner’s funeral, you were curled up on the bed in the attic, paging through Ambrose’s poetry book, and rolled over, glancing at the ceiling.....

-When Ambrose returned you were seated on the edge of the bed, eyes glassy as he cooed, “My sweet [Y/N], Why do you look as though you have been crying?”

“Whose Luke?” Your voice was a whisper as his eyes grew, “A boy.”

“Why is his number on your ceiling?”

“No idea, love I swear.”

“You have one more chance Ambrose, I am asking you again, what did you do while I was sleeping in Brina’s bed?”

- He lied, “I love him [Y/N].”

“And me?”

“No.”

-You fled the room and in his head, he felt as though he did what had to be done. It felt like some serious déjà vu for him however and as he slowly sunk into the couch, he sighed, hoping that driving you away was for the best.

- “Aunties.” You called as you entered the kitchen, all three Spellmans gathered around the kitchen table as they turned their eyes to you, “Do you remember the depression period that occurred in this house at the beginning of A’s sentence?”

“The depression period?” Sabrina asked as she looked to Zelda and Hilda, who were both looking at you with understandment.

“Ambrose broke up with [Y/N] in the start of his house arrest, believes he is doing her a service by breaking her heart, he tries to do it ever few decades, however he has never really done it.”

“He just did, and I don’t believe a word he just said, so I need your help.” You sighed, taking a seat, “And a very simple cake.”

-It took you all a week to put the plan into action, you were waiting for the perfect moment to attack, and it was thankfully coming on Sunday evening. You however had no idea that before this plan could happen, that Ambrose went on a date with Luke, or that he wasn’t as depressed as he was the first time.

- Ambrose! Supper!” Sabrina called up, and watched as the stars lightly creaked, revealing a sleepy Ambrose, his rode undone, and slippers mismatched as he sluggishly made his way to the kitchen, and shrugged when he noticed Sabrina’s favorite meal, and a simple cake in the center.

“Why are we celebrating today Aunties?” He asked, taking his seat next to the chair you normally occupied.

“Because love, Sabrina has returned from Academy, in one piece.” She smiled, as he took his seat beside the empty chair you always sat in.

“Ahh you got harrowed, how exciting.” Ambrose smiled as the conversation flowed for the remainder of the meal, until Hilda announced, “Time for cake!”

“I hate to say this Aunties, but I am quite tired, and full. I will have to skip the cake tonight.” He excused himself, slowly standing and pushing in his chair, before making his way to the stairs. Once he reached the doorframe he turned, and walked backwards, smiling, as he continued, “But I hope you enjoy Auntie Hilda’s truth cake.”

-Sabrina raced to the greenhouse once he said that, and found you sitting at the table, tears softly hitting the wood of the table, as you realized the plan didn’t work. Her body engulfing you as the sisters stood in the doorway.

-You were in Sabrina’s room after that, she sat on her bed solving the Acheron Configuration, you had fallen into a tearful slumber. You had no idea about anything happening in the house until.....

-“Well isn’t this a treat, you have no nightmares girl?” The demon stated, causing you to turn from your dream table, where you sat with a cocktail, your body covered by nothing but Ambrose’s robe, and a pair of underwear.

“Ah so you are what was trapped in that Rubik cube. You’re the famous Batibat, are you not?”

“Don’t flatter me child! Why won’t my metronome work on you girl?” She snapped, as you turned towards her, and slowly walked towards her, cocktail in hand as you whispered to her face, “Because hag, my worst fear has already come true, and I am living it.”

“Then you shall live it here as well.” She snapped as you laughed turning back to the paper on the table, “Not how this works Bati.”

“I will kill him, again and again in his own dream, unless you tell me the spell to get out of this house.”

“Ask a Spellman, I know not this house’s incantations.” You lied as you turned from your paper, smiling as she screamed in agony and disappeared.

-Sabrina slipped into your dream as well, frowning when she saw you drinking away, “She hasn’t....”

“She can’t, seeing how my worst fear has already come true.” You smiled,before Sabrina faded away, because the alarm went off.

-You woke up after everyone else, they were all sitting in the kitchen, you slowly rounded the corner as Zelda’s head perked up, “Satan’s hoof, I forgot you were still here.”

-Everyone turned to you, your mouth slowly opening to speak, but you were cut short by Ambrose pushing abruptly out of the chair, and crashing his body into yours, arms squeezing tightly around you, like a snake compresses their prey. Your own slowly raising to pat his back as he buried his head into your shoulder, tears hitting your shoulder lightly as you softly whispered comforting words into his ears. Your eyes glued to the three Spellman’s, who all were staring in bewilderment, only Sabrina smiled slightly, cause she knew what Ambrose was dreaming.

-when Ambrose awoke the next morning, he opened his eyes to see the top of your head, your body laid out against his, your hand entangled in his as you slept soundly. A shakey breath left his mouth as you unconsciously snuggled your head against his chest, his hand brushing lightly against your bare back.

- He never told you about his Batibat nightmare, but you already knew what it had to have been about, just like he knew you probably didn’t have one, cause you were the brightest witch he knew, and knew you would have figured it out in five seconds, just like you did when Edward told you of his dreams. He wasn’t sure though what you told Sabrina or Batibat when they visited you though.

-After that he never tried to leave you again, and once Father Blackwood pardoned him in the name of the Dark Lord, he took you on a proper date, to Las Vegas, to one of their novelty courthouses.

[recentanimenews]

Manga the Week of 10/6/21

SEAN: October! Time for scary manga!

ASH: Ooooooo!

MICHELLE: Scary manga and super creeps?

SEAN: Airship has, in print, Monster Musume The Novel – Monster Girls on the Job!, a spinoff of the popular monster girl manga series.

We also get an early digital release for Accomplishments of the Duke’s Daughter 3.

Dark Horse has the 7th Gantz omnibus.

Denpa gives us a 4th volume of Pleasure & Corruption.

Ghost Ship debuts Do You Like Big Girls? (Ookii Onnanoko wa Daisuki Desu ka?), a series that runs in Takeshobo’s Kissca, and combines ‘volleyball manga’ and ‘borderline porn’… well, OK, the porn is like 5/6 of it, the volleyball 1/6. But at least it’s all consensual, that’s a plus.

ASH: That is a plus!

SEAN: Also from Ghost Ship is SUPER HXEROS 4. This actually jumped from Seven Seas’ main label to Ghost Ship before the last volume, so presumably the sexual content also bumped up.

ASH: Sometimes you don’t know where a series is going to go until it goes there.

SEAN: J-Novel Club has lots of stuff, including 3 titles that should have been on last week’s list, apologies, the month change confused me. J-Novel Pulp’s John Sinclair: Demon Hunter 4, The Magician Who Rose From Failure 3, and Reborn to Master the Blade: From Hero-King to Extraordinary Squire 2.

As for actual next week stuff, for manga there’s Der Werwolf 3 and Marginal Operation 9.

For light novels, we get Are You Okay With a Slightly Older Girlfriend? 5, Cooking with Wild Game 14, Holmes of Kyoto 6, In Another World with My Smartphone 23, Infinite Dendrogram 15, Monster Tamer 6, and She’s the Cutest… But We’re Just Friends! 2.

Kodansha has print manga for us. There’s Boys Run the Riot 3, Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear Card 10, Orient 5, Rent-a-Girlfriend 9, That Time I got Reincarnated as a Slime 17, and Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku 5.

ASH: Boys Run the Riot has been great so far. I’m really looking forward to reading more of Wotakoi, too; it seems like it’s been awhile.

MICHELLE: Hooray for more Wotakoi!

ANNA: Already so behind on Boys Run the Riot.

SEAN: Kodansha’s digital debut is Love After World Domination (Koi wa Sekai Seifuku no Ato de), a Weekly Shonen Magazine series about a hero who falls in love with a villainess. I think this is getting an anime.

Also out digitally: Chihayafuru 28, GTO: Paradise Lost 15, I Was Reincarnated as the 7th Prince so I Can Take My Time Perfecting My Magical Ability 3, My Dearest Self With Malice Aforethought 9, My Sweet Girl 13 (the final volume), My Unique Skill Makes Me OP even at Level 1 6, ONIMAI: I’m Now Your Sister! 2, Saint Young Men 13, Sweet Sweet Revenge 2 (also a final volume), With the Sheikh in His Harem 6, and Ya Boy Kongming! 5.

MICHELLE: I’m most excited for Chihayafuru, of course, but I did start My Sweet Girl and liked it well enough. Probably I should attempt to finish it.

ANNA: Waves with intention to read one day at Chihayafuru.

SEAN: Seven Seas continues to push out titles after the early September lull. Lots of debuts again.

ASH: Woo! Here we go!

SEAN: DUNGEON DIVE: Aim for the Deepest Level (Isekai Meikyuu no Saishinbu o Mezasou) is an isekai manga from Overlap’s Comic Gardo. Based on an (unlicensed) light novel, its premise is the same as any other manga with ‘isekai’ and ‘dungeon’ in the title.

Headhunted to Another World: From Salaryman to Big Four! (Salaryman ga Isekai ni Ittara Shitennou ni Natta Hanashi) is an isekai manga from Overlap’s Comic Gardo. Not based on a light novel, it has a salaryman summoned by the demon lord to keep her minions in line. This seems like a comedy.

Hitomi-chan is Shy With Strangers (Hitomi-chan wa Hito Mishiri) is NOT an isekai manga from Comic Gardo. This runs in Akita Shoten’s Manga Cross, and seems to be their attempt to do Komi Can’t Communicate with the serial numbers filed off.

Time Stop Hero (Jikan Teishi Yuusha – Yomei 3-ka no Settei ja Sekai o Sukuu ni wa Mijika Sugiru) is an isekai manga from Kodansha’s Shonen Sirius, which seems to combine the subtleties of isekai series with the sensitive and caring aspects of the 1982 sex comedy “Zapped!” starring Scott Baio.

MICHELLE: lol.

MELINDA: I also lol’d.

SEAN: And we have ongoing series. The Ancient Magus’ Bride 15, The Demon Girl Next Door 4, How NOT to Summon a Demon Lord 12, Kageki Shojo!! 2, Level 1 Demon Lord and One Room Hero 2, the third and final volume of Rainbow and Black, and Trapped in a Dating Sim: The World of Otome Games is Tough for Mobs 2.

ASH: Oh, there’s a few ongoing series here that i’m reading; I better get ready!

MICHELLE: I could go for some The Ancient Magus’ Bride.

SEAN: Tokyopop gives us Laughing Under the Clouds 4.

Viz gives us one debut, a Shojo Beat title from Betsuma. My Love Mix-Up! (Kieta Hatsukoi) features a new author but the artist is the one who did My Love Story!!. Guy likes girl, but she seems to like another guy. What’s more, the other guy now thinks that HE likes him. Bisexuality ahoy!

ASH: My Love Story!! is a favorite of mine, in part because of the artwork, so I’m definitely planning on giving this one a try.

MICHELLE: Ooh.

ANNA: Unsurprisingly, me too!

SEAN: Viz has a new My Hero Academia: School Briefs light novel, the 5th in the series. It seems to take place right after the My Villain Academia arc (though is about the heroes, of course).

We also get Blue Exorcist 26, Chainsaw Man 7, Jujutsu Kaisen 12, Moriarty the Patriot 5, One-Punch Man 23, Seraph of the End 22, Spy x Family 6, We Never Learn 18, and Yona of the Dawn 32.

ASH: Solid showing from Viz this coming week.

MICHELLE: No kidding!

ANNA: Yay for more Yona especially.

SEAN: Lastly, there’s Yen Press, who moved a lot of September stuff to October. Yen On’s debut is The Undead King’s Reign of Peace (Fusetsu no Fushiou no Saiseiki), the story of a girl saved by the undead king, a powerful skeleton. (See, more skeletons in light novels.) Sadly, while he wants peace for all, most everyone wants him dead.

ASH: I don’t mind the skeleton trend, honestly.

SEAN: Also from Yen On: Bofuri: I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, so I’ll Max Out My Defense 3, Date a Live 3, Hazure Skill: The Guild Member with a Worthless Skill Is Actually a Legendary Assassin 2, The Hero Is Overpowered but Overly Cautious 7, High School Prodigies Have It Easy Even in Another World! 5, My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As I Expected 12, No Game No Life Practical War Game, Strike the Blood 19, Suppose a Kid from the Last Dungeon Boonies Moved to a Starter Town 7, Wandering Witch: The Journey of Elaina 6, and Woof Woof Story: I Told You to Turn Me Into a Pampered Pooch, Not Fenrir! 7.

No debuts from Yen Press, but we do get Adachi and Shimamura 2, Bungo Stray Dogs 20, Death March to the Parallel World Rhapsody 11, I’m the Hero, but the Demon Lord’s Also Me 2, Im: Great Priest Imhotep 11 (the final volume), Love of Kill 4, Plunderer 8, Sunshine Sketch 10 (which, like Yotsuba&!, also had its last volume come out in 2018), The Vampire and His Pleasant Companions 4, and Yowamushi Pedal 18.

ASH: I’ve actually been binging Yowamushi Pedal lately to catch up to this volume.

MICHELLE: I really need to catch up, too! Maybe singing “hime, hime” will help me to do so.

ANNA: My kids are into Yowamushi Pedal so I gotta order that.

SEAN: I think the scariest thing is how big this list is.

ASH: It is pretty big.

By: Sean Gaffney

[blaperile]

Hiveswap Episode 1 Reaction Part 3: Joey’s room? More like our eternal playground!

Before we start again, I had a random thought about something I learned yesterday.

So, Joey implied she doesn't really have any friends. But on the other hand, she also seemed to imply that she has a boyfriend when examnining the Clarissa poster. If she's so bad at making friends, then I'm really curious to learn more about her boyfriend!

I mean, assuming I understood it correctly, perhaps I misunderstood it and she doesn't actually have a boyfriend. :P

Anyway, day 3 of playing! It's weekend and 4:50 PM right now, let's see how much we'll get done today!

First of all we're gonna check out the closet, then try out some more combinations of using items on other items, there's a bunch of those that we can still try out, with the tap shoes, diary key and Cherub key. Afterwards, we'll probably examine the computer, window, walkie talkie and doors and see if we can advance!

Oooooh, nice, we can actually open the closet!

A bunch of puzzles and other neat stuff in there... including a Simon Says game! I saw that in concept art not too long ago, perhaps there'll be something special about it? ...And I'm not just saying that because it seems to be blinking like hell. :P

Oh boy... we can CHALLENGE the Simon Says game. Is this gonna be a mini-game? xD

plainWonder has a cool theory that Joey might use the batteries of this game for her walkie talkie! After having seen it in concept art I first thought she'd get batteries out of that radio, but perhaps this is a more likely theory!

...Pfff, so she even USED the batties of the walkie talkie ON the Simon Says game in the first place, hahaha.

GREEN BUTTON ISN'T WORKING, looooooool. Hahaha, it was worth the try/nostalgia.

Nope, can't use the batteries on the cherub key, obviously. :P

Analogue key, ahahaha. xD

Can we have battery-powered tap shoes? :mspa:

YOU RUN ON RAZZLE DAZZLE OH MY GOD. So THAT'S where that dance from that concept art comes from, hahaha!

Ooooooh, apparently you can also combine items with the Joey symbol in the upper right corner! Looks like it gives a more general explanation on what those items actually are, that's interesting.

Hehe, yes Joey, the lessons you followed for tap dancing probably deserve some credit as well. :P

Oh my god I love all those ridiculous comments when combining items with the ballerina poster. Combining the diary key with it gives some pretty cool insight though, nice.

Tap Shoes && Ballerina poster (might be a handy way to address the combinations!)==> Ha, looks like we'll get another Joey dance if we come back here with the ballerina shoes instead! :D

Cherub Key && Hot Steppin' poster ==> Looks like Ms. Claire probably didn't do ballet by herself but danced in a group together with multiple women! Also, this shows that Joey only got this poster AFTER Ms. Claire died.

Diary Key && Hot Steppin' poster ==> Oh???? She's got ANOTHER diary? Looks like this might be the only time we'll ever hear of it though. :P

Tap shoes && Hot Steppin' poster ==> Doing taxes at church tho' xD

Batteries && Story That Keeps Happening poster ==> IMAGINAAAAAAAAAAATION. That's all there really is to say on the matter. :mspa:

Cherub Key && Story That Keeps Happening poster ==> Oh so the Cherub Key might be a reference to The Neverending Story??? Haha, I didn't know that! It's been years since I last saw that movie. Interestingly, Joey seems to be SURE that the key is older "by at least a few years" than the movie. I looked it up, the movie came out in 1984, so when Joey was 4 years old! Hmmm, curious!

Tap Shoes && Story That Keeps Happening poster ==> Always not-ending routine. xD I love how they're doing everything they can to avoid saying "Neverending".

Cherub Key && Canadian Campfire Spookems poster ==> Huh! This combination doesn't work! Looks like they forgot to implement that one? Eh, oh well. :P

Tap Shoes && Canadian Campfire Spookems poster ==> JOEY CLAIRE, EXTRAORDINAIRE. It even fucking rhymes, that is amazing. (Also there goes Joey again with her cute little dance)

Batteries & Acorn's Shadow poster ==> Eldritch, you say? Hopefully not the kind of eldritch I'm thinking of here. 0_0

Cherub Key && Acorn's Shadow poster ==> Ahahaha, looks like the episodes of this cartoon were 22 minutes long.

Diary Key && Acorn's Shadow poster ==> 17 seasons??? Wow, looks like it's a popular cartoon. Possibly even rivalizing the Squiddles cartoon? :mspa:

Tap shoes && Acorn's Shadow poster ==> Galloping green flames??? Is... is that a reference to the destructive fires Bec and Jack Noir have caused in the comic? Well... at least they weren't part horse. :mspa:

Oh wow, we hadn't noticed yet that we could click on the Connect Four game!

Welp, looks like Joey's good at beating Jude at games (or at least she believes she is). Is she as good at beating him as Calliope was at beating Caliborn? :P

Diary key && Connect Four ==> Pfff, a diary working like a Connect Four game. That kind of reminds me of Fetch Modi. Now imagine a Connect Four Fetch Modus, oh dear god.

Batteries && Diary ==> Electronic diaries, such a preposterous idea, am i right? :mspa:

Batteries && Ms. Claire picture ==> Why do we get so much sadstuck when examining this picture. :(

Cherub Key && Magical Companions Heal Force poster ==> If I were you Joey I wouldn't be trusting that Cherub Key for one bit, and I'm not just saying that because of what is going to happen pretty soon. 0_0

Tap shoes && Magical Companions Heal Force poster ==> Deer hooves, oh my god. Well, NEVERMIND THEN.

Batteries && Bounty Hunter poster ==> I assume Energy Tanks is also a reference to Metroid? :P

Tap dance && Bounty Hunter poster ==> "Turn into a ball in mid-air" METROID REFERENCE CONFIRMED.

Cherub Key && Star Avenue poster ==> Oh wow, Ms. Claire knew Ginger Rogers! That's interesting! It reminds me of how Poppop also met some interesting and famous people in his life and became one himself. And B2 Dave and B2 Rose too of course, like plainWonder pointed out! They knew some famous people too (and were famous themselves).

The Homestuck/Hiveswap Kids sure do have a lot famous family members or family members knowing famous people, haha.

Diary Key && Star Avenue poster ==> I like that Ginger: My Story is also an actual book, of 1991. What Pumpkin sure did a lot of research for this game, I really like what they've done!

Cherub Key && Block Hustle poster ==> L-shaped object??? Oh god, she's right. The key DOES sort of look like an L, just like the first letter of Lord English's name. Oh my fucking god.

Diary Key && Block Hustle poster ==> Hahah, yes, too bad Youtube didn't exist yet to search the song and then practice your routine. And I agree actually, the Tetris song is really catchy and would probably be really cool for a dance! Also, yup, a little slip up there with accidentally writing Tetris instead of Block Hustle.

Batteries && Bubsy Poster ==> Hehe, this description makes me think even more of Sonic the Hedgehog.

Cherub Key && Bubsy Poster ==> She really doesn't like Bubsy, does she? xD

Diary Key && Bubsy poster ==> Heh, that reminds me of what John said about one of his posters, about meaning to take it down because he didn't like it that much.

Batteries && Second Mom poster ==> "Believe me, you've tried" N'awwww

Cherub Key && Second Mom poster ==> Oh hell fricking yes, a reference to Ness' yoyo! (also... yoyo kinda makes me think of juju...)

Diary Key && Second Mom poster ==> Huh, that's a pretty original way of saving your game. Also, unexpected sadstuck is unexpected. :(

Batteries && Game controller ==> And maybe they aren't even the proper size of batteries anyway. :P

Diary Key && Game controller ==> Getting a bit close to the Fourth Wall there, aren't we? ;D

Diary Key && Game console ==> Oh man, I like that this comes with a sweet little animation as well, to show her reaching down to jab the diary key at the console!

Cherub Key && TV ==> OH GOD I'M DYING BECAUSE OF THIS ADORABLE ANIMATION. Joey is just so incredibly cute no matter what she's doing.

Tap Shoes && TV ==> I'm sure Joey would LOVE the Wii Console, to be capable of using wireless controllers and moving/dancing around while playing her games!

Cherub Key && Bean Bag ==> Wait a second... so Mom visited the attic to retrieve these bean bags and place them all over the house! That's really interesting to know that she's already been up there, meaning she might also be aware of the mysterious device up there that Joey will eventually use to go to Alternia!

Batteries && Sir Bappy Pawswatter ==> Oh dear god, I didn't expect those things ran on batteries. Good thing Jade never found out about that, or at least already removed the batteries. xD

Suddenly realized we could also combine items with the ceiling!

Cherub Key && Ceiling ==> ...That is not the right description. xD Looks like that's the description for Cherub Key && Walkie Talkie.

Diary Key && Ceiling ==> Oh wow, so Ms. Claire painted that when Joey was still a baby! ...Come to think of it, how old was Joey when Ms. Claire died? Was she still a baby when Ms. Claire died or not? Because if she was, I think there's a high chance Jude is NOT her son, which is an idea I've been playing around with already (what with their different surnames and all). If so, the question beckons who IS his mother.

Cherub Key && Animal posters ==> That is indeed the cutest idea ever. Even if they don't get any actual gifts from them, at least they still get some nice licks from them. :P

Batteries && Wardrobe ==> Indeed, and her wardrobe doesn't need batteries either, seeing as it's not a Wardrobifier. :P

Cherub Key && Junior Veterinarian Medkit ==> NO SHIT that it doesn't work like that. xD

Tap Dancer && Junior Veterinarian Medkit ==> Oh okay, so she IS still debating on which profession she would like to have in the future! I wonder if her experiences in this adventure will help her make a choice? Maybe... maybe we'll even be able to INFLUENCE which one she will eventually choose? Like, I could see it happening that she'll take care of Dammek's Lusus at some point perhaps, maybe it will get hurt or something. Not sure how her dancing skills would come into play (other than as fighting skill), but it could happen!

Or maybe it will even depend on how you play the game in general: do you take a more aggressive stance against enemies, fighting them with your dance skills, or do you instead go for a more passive route and take care of the wounded and such?

That would be interesting!

Batteries && Clarissa poster ==> GIRL POWER. Why am I suddenly reminded of Game Grl. :P

Diary Key && Clarissa poster ==> So Clarissa ended a month ago, and next day a new episode of Alex Mack would come out about dancing? *looks it up* Yep, all true facts! God I just love how much effort they've put into this.

Batteries && Bed ==> Ahahaha, that reminds me of how Jade tried to sneak past the fireplace in order to sneak by Grandpa, hehe. And yeah, Parker Brothers! That rings a bell to me, a pretty famous company for making board games I believe *looks it up* Yep, they are!

Batteries & Puppy Surprise ==> Exactly what I was thinking just before doing this combination. 0_0

Diary Key && Puppy Surprise ==> Oh wow, we can put the diary key back into the Puppy Surprise! That makes me seem like that is indeed what happened after we tried writing into the diary last time.  Hehe, let's retrieve the key for now and try that out in a few seconds.

*few seconds later*

So, the Diary Key indeed went back into the Puppy Surprise! But sadly, we can't retrieve the key anymore afterwards.

Alright, let's reload the game so we can hang onto the key for a while longer.

Batteries && Toys on shelf ==> Grandpa gave shotguns to Jude, seriously? ...On the other hand, I really shouldn't be surprised. This is Grandpa/Jake we're talking about, after all. :mspa:

Cherub Key && Toys on shelf ==> Welp... literally a baby. That confirms that I guess. Poor Joey, she really grew up without a mom for the most part. :(

I guess like how all Kids and Trolls seem to grow up with no or only one Guardian around.

Tap shoes && Book shelf ==> Oh yeah, I totally forgot about how for a long time a lot of people didn't consider tap-dancing an actual dance, I believe I've heard that somewhere before.

Diary/Cherub Key && Ballerina figure ==> WELP, that gives the same narration as diary key && Cherub key.

Cherub Key && Wizard glass ball ==> Haha, that reminds me of all the discussions in Homestuck on what is or isn't magic, and also the magical properties of wizards.

Tap shoes && Wizard glass ball ==> I love how there are so many combinations of the tap shoes with another item that cause her to just make a dance.

Tap shoes && Oven ==> Lukewarm-steppin', PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Batteries & Skaianet Calendar ==> OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH, so THAT is the context of that picture! So apparently Skaianet isn't "just" a science company that was sneakily behind Sburb, but is actually a videogame company!!! Huh, I definitely didn't expect that! Now that picture suddenly makes a lot more sense, with them all being videogame figures.

Also, that gives a whole new context to Mom working for Skaianet! I always figured she just did it because she was into science, but the fact that they're actually actively making videogames makes a lot of sense too because we know Roxy is so into videogames!!!

Wow.

That's definitely a cool mystery that just got solved!

Tap shoes && Skaianet Calendar ==> Oh shit! Alright, so that's confirmation that she is still in fact babysitting them and that it's not a thing from the past. Also, she's got a driving license! I guess it makes sense because she's probably... somewhere around 20 years old? Give or take a few years in either direction.

And like plainWonder said, that gives a REALLY interesting deadline for Joey to either return from Alternia or for Mom to notice something's up! Because 11/11/1994 is a Friday evening, which means that in the morning of the next day Mom should be coming!!!

Hmm... will Joey come back so quickly from Alternia??? Or are we going to get a surprise appearance from Mom in Hauntswitch or maybe even the end of Hiveswap???

Oh god I'd be so excited if she will physically appear in one of these games!

Diary Key && Other Animal posters ==> Wait, the same company made the diary and those posters? Now I'm pretty curious what the name of that company is, haha.

Cherub Key && Other Animal posters ==> Well, there's my answer apparently! :mspa: L.F. is the name... looks like that might be a fictional one! Or maybe just an abbreviation of a real one, to avoid copyright issues.

Okay, now it's time to start doing some more (possibly) plot relevant/impactful things!

Let's examine the computer and see what that does...

...Ahahaha, some cheap Windows rip-off, of course.

Welp, she's not going to actually do something on her computer. That's too bad, I wanted to see her surf to www.mspaintadventures.com and see what her browser is. xD

What with how she mentions keeping up with a bunch of different websites, that reminds me of how Bro's Completely Bullshit thing that helped him keep track of a bunch of different websites.

Heh, apparently we can't turn the computer back off again! That's such a waste of electricity. :P

Tap shoes && Computer ==> Ahahahaha, tapping the keys VS tapping her keys. I love What Pumpkin.

Let's see what happens if we try to leave Joey's room! She probably won't want to do it, because of the monster outside.

....Yup, that's indeed the case! She wants to warn Jude! Looks like we'll have to use the walkie talkie here, and thus put the batteries in. Which kinda surprises me that we "have" to do this, I thought I saw in concept art somewhere that she had the batteries in her inventory somewhere else? So can we remove them from the walkie talkie again or something?

But first, let's look out the window!

Oh yes, it's this view of the garden, like from the concept art!

....N'AWWWWWWWWWWW. I was about to say: "Hey, where's Tesseract? I don't see him!" when suddenly he popped out of the dog house. D'awww, so scared. :(

Hey, that stone structure by the wall there, the head kind of looks like a Mother Grub! That's a bit suspicious...

Also, that bush there. It looks a lot like the snakey monster chasing Joey! That's also really suspicious, are these monsters "known" around here? Or at least by Grandpa or something?

Let's see what we can interact with here...

Okay, so she calls the fountain Skull Fountain! ....Yup, still making me think of the Mother Grub there. :P

Poor, POOR puppy! I wonder if there's something Joey and/or Jude can do to make Tesseract come out, or if that's something that will only happen in Hauntswitch?

Welp, I hadn't really thought yet about the fact that Joey had only seen ONE of these monsters yet! She didn't know there's going to be a whole bunch of them, yikes.

Oh boy, now the tree hut...

Pffff, so Jude considers it his "mission control room". In other words, he probably treats it more like 'his' room than his actual room. :P

And apparently Joey hasn't been up there yet! Hmm, interesting. I wonder if there are many things that Jude keeps there that Joey isn't aware about?

Alright, so nothing else happens here when examining the tree hut. Looks like we'll be needing to use the walkie talkie to make progress!

But before we do, let's first use some items on this window...

Batteries && Window ==> Ahahaha, too bad they didn't make a stab at the fenestrated windows like plainWonder suggested. That's a missed opportunity. :P

Cherub Key && Window ==> Precious window, ahahahaha!

And now... time for the walkie talkie! Let's finally make some progress in this shit. xD

Oh god... we apparently put the walkie talkie in our inventory as well! Which means... before we use the batteries on it, we got a whole new bunch of combinations to try out with all the different items in the room here.

Nope, progress will have to wait a bit longer. :mspa:

Walkie Talkie && Cherub Key ==> Wouldn't that be cool, a walkie talkie that runs on tap dancing? xD

Walkie Talkie && Skaianet Calendar ==> Pffff, it would be pretty funny if when we establish communication with Jude he immediately makes a remark like this. Plus, it would also be funny if we will actually see Joey's calendar from his perspective in the tree hut.

Walkie Talkie && Oven ==> And sadly, the walkie talkie doesn't run on microwaves either. :P

Walkie Talkie && Toy shelf ==> SHELF BUDDIES. TREE BROTHER. Oh hell yes.

Walkie Talkie && Bed ==> Now this is an especially interesting piece of narration! First of all, Joey apparently also aspires to be a webmaster! Secondly, it's pretty interesting how this also gives some new information because we've already got the batteries!

Also goddammit yeah I can understand why Joey removed the batteries out of the walkie talkie, haha.

Walkie Talkie && Computer ==> Pffff, yes, unfortunately USB cables don't exist yet and as far as I'm aware there are no walkie talkies with USB ports. :P

Walkie Talkie && Game Controllers ==> Pff, so maybe those batteries WERE actually of the right type to be used for the walkie talkie but she just simply doesn't want to take them out of the controllers, haha.

Walkie Talkie && Game Console ==> Whoops, another slip-up there, referring to Mother 2! Heh, so apparently the Famicon had such a special voice feature then?

Walkie Talkie && Bubsy poster ==> He can stay quiet, so that's probably why that SHH sticker is on the poster. xD

Walkie Talkie && Block Hustle poster ==> Incredibly lame pun is incredibly lame. :mspa:

Walkie Talkie && Connect Four ==> Ha, that reminds me of Calliope and Caliborn's chess game, with Caliborn seemingly making bad strategic decisions but actually just luring Calliope into a trap.

Walkie Talkie && Canadian Campfire Spook-ems poster ==> I'd laugh if this is exactly what happens on Alternia with Joey somehow being capable of communicating with Xefros through the walkie talkie. xD

Walkie Talkie && Acorn's Shadow poster ==> It would always make Acorn uncomfortable when her shadow would just stand there... and watch.

Walkie Talkie && Magical Companions Heal Force poster ==> Pffff, wouldn't that be convenient if Joey could just do that.

"the deer is her brother"

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0_0

MOVIN' ON.

Oh wow, we only just noticed that we can also use items on Joey's dresser!

Walkie Talkie && Ms. Claire picture ==> MY FEELS. D: How great would it be if she could talk to her through walkie talkie... That reminds me actually of the movie Frequency, where a father and son communicate through time just through a radio.

Walkie Talkie && Diary ==> THE BEST. SIMPLY THE BEST. I love the reference to the memos of the Trolls and all Karkat's discussions of past self VS present self VS future self, hahahaha!

Oh dear god we only just noticed that the disabled hint function gives a different message every time! We'd only pressed it one time.

I love how he just becomes increasinly meta as we keep on clicking it, kind of like in [S] YOU THERE BOY with continuously clicking on John.

And he just keeps on sounding more like the in-comic Andrew, hahahaha.

But... plainWonder's right. As we go on, he progressively sounds more and more like Doc Scratch. I mean... allotting time to 'talk' to us, being smug about being intelligent... This is kind of suspicious.

I highly doubt it's Doc Scratch, that it's just meant to be the narrator, but... HMMMMMMMMM

Okay, we've reached the end of it. Now it just keeps on repeating that the hint function is unavailable. xD

Anyway, that's all for today! It's 8:15 PM now.

I'm pretty happy that we've just about finished up with the actual introduction of the game (LOL, that took long enough, like, 6-7 hours of gameplay so far holy shit), and can now get diving into more of the actual plot. xD

[yijeong-you-little-shit]

Kpop Tag!

I was tagged by the brilliant @theycallmepabo to do this!! The fact that I’m into this is her fault <3

1. Who was your first bias and who is your current one?

I held off biasing anybody for literally so long so I don’t really know who my first bias was? I think it was Got7’s Jackson? The sneaky angel was lowkey my favorite and then one day I was like, well shit. For a really long time I was like ‘pshh Jackson is not my bias’ and… yeah, I was very wrong. In the “bias chooses you” sense, my first bias was definitely Seo In Guk. I had a Seo In Guk breakdown one night and sent a bunch of pictures to my lovely roommate, it was great. My current ult bias is either Jooheon or Sungjong, probably Sungjong because that boy makes me weak. It honestly changes by the day though

2. Why did you get into kpop?

So I think the first kpop song I listened to was by EXO, maybe Call Me Baby? The Korean version. That’s the first one I remember loving anyway, and so I started to listen to EXO, and I really really liked a lot of their music. As for why I started, my lovely roommate was into it and some of my friends from high school had been too, and the dancing was amazing! I listened to french, german, and some spanish music in high school so I figured it wouldn’t be much different

3. If you could join any kpop group, who would you choose?

For a girl group, I would probably choose Mamamoo or Blackpink, and for boy groups I would probably choose Infinite or BAP

4. If all your biases proposed to you, who who you pick?

Okay this is really hard. My first instinct is to say the lovely, cuddly Jooheon… but then I’m like nuh uh Blackpink’s Lisa, but then what about BAP’s Zelo who I love endlessly, but then if I choose one of them I can’t choose Jooheon. I’m just going to choose Zelo for the purposes of this tag because the way he moves his body is like magic, and also he’s very tall which is great because I am also very tall. Also long arms = good for cuddling tall people just sayin

5. If you could be in a fanfic, what genre would it be?

RomCom or just fluff, I’m such trash for soft fics. If you’ve read any of my fics, you’ll know. I’m so soft~ It doesn’t help that I’m perpetually single and pining after literally every girl I see lol

6. What mythological creature would you be if you had the chance?

Oh lord, probably something with magic. Something peaceful though, nothing too flashy! I really like the idea of reading energies, my aunt is super into that stuff! Or maybe a fairy or pixie! As screwed up as some representations of Fae are, I loooove them

7. Supernatural!au or Mafia!au

Mafia!au 100000% as long nobody dies…. Which is pretty unrealistic for a mafia right? @theycallmepabo and I have yet to kill anybody in our mafia AU but that’s because we’re too soft for that. That’s why we make a ton of characters in AUs CEOs, because they have the money and the power and less people trying to kill them probably... So in reality, probably Supernatural AU

8. Which kpop idol would you switch bodies with?

Moon Jongup for sure. 1) GREAT body, like so great; 2) maybe I’d be able to dance without looking like I’m drowning, seriously the way that boy moves is remarkable, captivating, and sooo beautiful; 3) the CUTEST freckle, I would kill to have a beauty mark with 1/10th of the cuteness; 4) the CUTEST smile

9. If you could have any idol as a pocket sized companion, who would you pick?

Mark Tuan, because he’s so sweet but also sarcastic and would probably tell me when to get my shit together, and he just seems so supportive to GOT7 and I just need more Mark Tuan in my life. Bonus: A very close second is happy virus and mood maker Jackson Wang, very close!

10. What idol would you want as a sibling?

Namjoon, probably. I feel like not only would he be a lot of fun to be around, but he’d be so great at giving advice or at least talking through things that are bothering you. And he’s so selfless with Bangtan, he’s so good with the members and always giving praise, I feel like it’d be a lot different than my siblings. Plus, he’s been openly lgbt positive and that’s important~

11. If you were able to say five words to your bias, what would you say?

“Take care of yourself first”

I’m not tagging anybody but if you’d like to do it, please do!! Tag me when you’re finished, or message me and I’ll come back and tag you into this post!

[recentanimenews]

Defeating the Demon Lord’s a Cinch (If You’ve Got a Ringer), Vol. 2

By Tsukikage and bob. Released in Japan as “Darenidemo Dekiru Kage kara Tasukeru Maou Toubatsu” by Famitsu Bunko. Released in North America by Yen On. Translated by Caleb DeMarais.

The good news here is that everything is just a bit more toned down than the first volume. Sure, Ares spends much of the book frustrated and gritting his teeth, insulting the hero and companions at every turn, but he never runs into them, so it’s more tolerable. Toudou and company likewise are a lot more likeable than the first book (knowing Toudou’s secret helps), and I like their resolve even in the case of crippling fear and dealing with insane priests. And no, I don’t mean Ares, though he’s clearly not all there either – in fact, given Amelia also seems to exhibit some eccentricities this volume, I’m wondering if being in the Church means that sanity is an optional extra. But no, instead the second volume is spiced up by the arrival of Gregorio, a smiling nightmare of a crusader who seems ready to restart the inquisition. For once Ares seems to genuinely have something to be frustrated about.

We start where we left off, with our heroes trying to level up in an area known for tombs and undead. Sadly, two of the three in the hero’s party are terrified of the undead – including the hero. Area and Amelia try to help them out by finding an apprentice priest to join their ranks. Sadly, there isn’t one available, so Amelia grabs the cutest orphan she can find at the church and Ares forcibly has her killing (restrained) undead till she’s at least Level 10. That said, mostly what Spica does in this book is sit back and marvel at what is going on around her. Particularly once Gregorio arrives. He’s very devout, to a manic extent, very sure of his faith, and very ready to kill anyone who is not faithful enough. Which, given “faith” to him means “strength”, is not good news for Toudou, who’s still dealing with being rather low-level. Can Ares manage to intervene before Gregorio decides to purge them all?

The high point of the book is Spica, who is a fascinating study in what happens when you take an orphan girl with little to no power and then put her in situations where power is needed and she constantly feels useless and pathetic. You expect her to break, and arguably she does a bit, but once again Demon Lord Ringer has a last-minute reveal that’s so good I don’t want to spoil it. It absolutely makes sense for the character, though. As for everyone else, the hero’s team is a lot more likeable this time around, and we get a lot more from their perspective. This allows the narrative to not hammer on Ares’ asshole qualities quite as much, to an extent that I can almost start to feel sympathy for him. Almost. Also, Amelia, I think you’re going to have to throw him onto a bed and straddle him in order for him to get a clue about your feelings.

It’s a good second volume, and I’m liking this series a little more now. It keeps surprising me. If you can tolerate Ares, as well as endless discussion of levels and buffs, it’s a good read.

By: Sean Gaffney