#hiding behind the sofa

[leletha-jann]

I have a new Wild Theory, just in case anyone thought it was safe to come out from behind the sofa (it's not):

If Klaus is indeed aboard Castle Wulfenbach, which I believe he is, and acting under wasp-enforced orders, the question becomes: "Who's giving those orders?"

We've been guided to think about Zola, which is a reasonable guess because we haven't seen her in a while, and she's not just going to conveniently vanish.

But...

I suspect the involvement of Princess Terebithia, because she was last seen with Zola, because we were recently told that she's conveniently missing, and because she scares me.

But that still leaves the question of "How are they giving Klaus orders?" Zola has a Lucrezia copy in her head, but she doesn't sound like Lucrezia as far as I know. She doesn't have the Command Voice.

...you know who did have the Command Voice? And who Terebithia in particular might have managed to get hold of?

And who would be a fantastically out-of-nowhere player to reenter the game at this point?

Anevka.

...

So here's my math:

Terebithia would have had access to Sturmhalten, where clank Anevka's head was stored. (It's controlled by the Empire, but it's her family's castle.)

Anevka has the Command Voice and can command revenants (thanks, Tarvek).

Anevka could give Klaus orders under her grandmother's instruction.

Anevka sounds like the Other - because the version of the Other that Wulfenbach troops have encountered most is Agatha. Anevka has Agatha's voice. So that could be affecting the reports coming off of Castle Wulfenbach from the evacuees right now.

...

This could be nothing more mysterious than a Valois power play...and I notice Martellus is oh-so-conveniently right here to take command if the opportunity presents itself. If his family has - without his knowledge, I think - set the stage for him to do so.

But. Yeah.

Who could be giving Klaus orders?

Zola to provide the information about useful pawns from her copy of Lucrezia. Terebithia to organize and plan. And Anevka to give the orders to all these wasped revenants who've been in motion lately...

...

Like I said, a Wild Theory, and I'm probably wrong. But I'm still not coming out from behind the sofa just yet.

(This post now has a self-reblog with me elaborating on this theory, check it out!)

[catliker49]

Surprise!

Quite literally! I have Finally drawn again! I am so Happy! My style is a bit rough.. or perhaps I should say... ruff! (Haha, sorry!) but that's just because I have not drawn anything other than my Final Piece for the past few months!

OH!! SPEAKING OF! I GOT DISTINCTIONS IN EVERYTHING! HAHA! (The highest grade for everything! Yay!) OOH! And! Final thing.. I am starting to use my name for my Signature, so, if you can spot it, that is why it does not say Catliker :O)

[shittywriterbrain]

bertie wooster my beloved part 3

[spacerangersam]

Behold my wobbly biscuit tree

[leletha-jann]

The degree to which this page is tripping panic reactions from my foundation fandom is unreal.

I don't LIKE things that sound like "warp core breach imminent". I don't LIKE things that suggest collision courses. I don't LIKE the phrase "ramming speed!"

We already had the Red Alert sirens going in my brain, but now they're real.

Holy Yodeling Cloud Turtles

wow. loving everything that oath is implying about aviation in Europa. That is delightful.

Also if whomever wrecks Gil's childhood home (and tries to like. explode Mechanicsburg or whatever, that would also annoy me) I am going to hate it very much

[littlemousywitch]

“Hide Behind the Sofa Moments” from my childhood

[satans-knitwear]

She would like to offer you a "well worn" sock in these trying times. She will gently hold it until you are ready to accept.

[leletha-jann]

SO. MUCH. INFODUMPING. is about to happen. They sent the people Klaus is most absolutely guaranteed to run his mouth off at (Boris and Othar) to deal with him. I'm so here for it.

Yes, join us in hiding behind the sofa, the admission price is POPCORN.

Well, congrats to all of you who predicted this…may the couch protect us from the oncoming storm.

And I just remembered that Othar was still on the airship the last time we saw him, meaning we are about to get Klaus and Othar in the same place for this first time since the beginning of the comic.

Actually, the couch may not be enough to protect us from the oncoming chaos

[leletha-jann]

OK, we all know I'm on Team Klaus Is Not Where We Left Him, hiding behind the sofa with everyone else.

What I didn't consider until this week of pages were the upsides of this situation, specifically with the party makeup of the "raid Castle Wulfenbach" mission.

ASSUMING WE'RE RIGHT...

Let's be real here. Klaus confronted with/captured by a party consisting of Agatha, Tarvek of all people, all the Jägergenerals he knows of - and specifically not Gil - would shut the hell up and shut the hell down. They would not get anything out of him by any possible means.

A party that includes Othar AND Boris?!?!

Whether he has wasped orders or not, I think Klaus will run his absolute mouth off to Othar and/or Boris, albeit in different ways. Boris he'll justify himself to, and Boris will feel he has the right to ask Klaus for explanations. Othar will wind him up beyond tolerances just by existing...not to mention storming Klaus' castle that he just took command of again, all righteous and loud and obnoxious and, y'know, Othar.

...this is going to be an infodump of all time. Class is going to be in session.

I'm still hiding behind the sofa. But I'm bringing a notepad and a pen, too.

[doghowto]

My Dog Keeps Hiding Behind the Couch! How to Help + What's Happening!

[thedanceronthestreets]

The way the fire cannibal scene in the last of us was just as frightening as i remember it being in the bloody game...

[littlechillis]

"think [mikel arteta] is more of a bean bag man"

[odoraful]

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄.ᐟ

what happens when you don't use their pet name to call them?

⟡ content: zayne/sylus/xavier/rafayel x gn!reader; more dialogue heavy; silly and cute

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ZAYNE ⟡

“Can you help me put this on, Zayne?”

From the reflection in the mirror, you tried not to react at the twist in his brow and the momentary confusion in his eyes. Wordlessly, he moved behind you, fingers taking the necklace out of your hand. With his gaze focused on the task before him, you could see him open his mouth, hesitating to speak.

“Did I do something wrong?” he questioned.

Zayne’s deft hands carefully laid the chain around your neck, centering the pendent between your collarbones.

You plastered on your most innocent expression, despite the twinge of guilt you felt at his question.

“Hm? Why do you ask?”

Swiftly, he clasped the ends of the chain together. His eyes flicked towards yours in the mirror.

“You’re calling me by my first name. I thought pet names were an important step in a relationship for you.”

You nodded. “Yes, Zayne, I do think it’s an important step.”

His eyes narrowed at your continual uncharacteristic responses.

Folding his arms, he mused aloud. “It took you some time to drop the title ‘doctor’ for me and to just use my name. After we became official, you were quick to call me ‘love’.”

You fiddled with your necklace, trying to, impossibly, force away the heat from your face.

“So, either I did something to make you upset, or”—he leaned in close to you, the side of his face almost touching yours—“you’re playing a trick on me.”

You gave a mock frown. He cocked his head to the side, awaiting your response.

“Okay, okay, it was a prank.” Sighing, you surrendered to his deductions. “I wanted to see how you’d react, but you saw right through me,” you mumbled.

His lips quirked. “I’ve known you for long enough to figure these things out.”

Wanting to wipe off the amused look he had on his face, you quickly planted a kiss on his cheek. His face turned into surprise. He chuckled, shaking his head at your triumphant smile.

“Thank you for helping me, my love."

SYLUS ⟡

“Sylus, could you play that new record you bought?”

You called from the sofa. Standing by the record player, he turned to face you. The offence on his face was unmistakable as he placed his hands on his hips.

“Sylus?” he scoffed. “We both know that’s not what you call me.”

Your brows furrowed, feigning confusion. “What are you talking about? Isn’t that your name?”

“Sweetie,” he levelled a look of scepticism at you, “that hasn’t been my name for the past month we’ve been together.”

“I still don’t know what you mean, Sylus.”

He paused. Gears turned in his head trying to unpack what was happening, much like he would do when reading the truthfulness of a dealer during a bargain.

“Y/N.”

You’ve never heard your own name being said in such a serious manner. Perhaps you got a taste of your own medicine.

“I’m not particularly fond of lose-lose situations.” The softness in his tone made you feel weak. “You can tell me if I’ve done something to annoy you. I won’t be angry.”

“Not at all!” you quickly blurted out. Unable to hide it any longer, you confessed. “You haven’t done anything to annoy me. I was just trying to pull a small prank.”

All the tension visibly released from his body. A relieved sigh escaped him. “You really do play some dangerous games, kitten.”

Playfulness returned to his voice. “Now then, how will you correct your mistake?”

“Honey,” you drawled out each syllable, making it sound as syrupy as the nickname itself, “could you play that new record you bought now?”

Sylus couldn’t help but laugh at your exaggeration. “Why of course.”

XAVIER ⟡

“Xavier, do you want to try this?”

Subtly glancing at his reaction from the kitchen, you saw his face immediately fall into a pout. The look was fatal, and it took all the willpower you had not to drop the ruse right then and there.

“That’s not my name,” he answered.

“What do you mean?” you chuckled, continuing to put icing on the sugar cookies you baked. “Of course it is!”

“No, it’s not,” he insisted.

Placing his book down, he walked to stand at your side by the counter. You avoided his eye contact, pretending that nothing was amiss.

Resting a hand under his chin, he began to think. “You usually call me bunny, sweetheart, sunshine, or darling.”

Your jaw dropped in amused shock. “You remember all the names I’ve called you?”

His mouth twitches. “There are some more, but… they might be a bit embarrassing to say aloud right now.”

That was enough to make you look at him with wide eyes.

“Xavier!” Your face turned pink as you slapped his shoulder. There was no force behind the hit, but enough to convey your embarrassment.

“You did it again. You used the wrong name.” He stuck his bottom lip out.

You gently poked at his cheek, trying to lift the corner of his lip upwards. “Come on, don’t be sad darling.”

Immediately, he brightened before you.

“It was just a joke I saw couples do online. I wanted to see how you’d react.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “And was my reaction satisfactory?”

“I think it was,” you smiled at him, "but it’s a shame I didn’t film it, it would’ve made for a good Moments post.”

He shook his head. “But, the nicknames we use are only for us.”

The finished cookie in your hand had a bite suddenly taken from it as Xavier leaned down to have a taste.

“I don’t want anyone else to know.”

RAFAYEL ⟡

“Are you ready to go yet, Rafayel?”

He continued to hum to himself, completely ignoring you. You folded your arms as you watched him busy himself with something trivial. He flung open a random cupboard and inspected what appeared to be an assortment of spare art supplies.

“Rafayel,” you called again.

He then turned his attention to the fishbowl in the centre of the room, where a small orange fish darted around.

“Reddie, do you hear something?” he asked, gazing so earnestly into the bowl. This fish paused its movement and stared back at his owner.

“Rafayel~” you sang his name aloud this time, extending the last syllable.

He gasped, apparently receiving some confirmation from Reddie.

“You hear something too? Thank god. I was thinking there must be something wrong with my ears.”

Surveying the room around him, Rafayel intentionally looked past you standing barely a few metres from him, tapping your foot against the wooden floorboards of his studio.

“It sounds like”—he continued—“some kind of voice. Someone familiar to me, but I can’t make out who it is.”

“Rafayel!” you shouted his name between fits of laughter. Only he could respond to your jokes with his own dramatics.

He sucked in a breath in puzzlement. “I wonder who this person is calling out to.”

“Baby,” you finally conceded, “I’m talking to you!”

It seemed like he couldn’t keep up the act either, as he started laughing with you.

“Took you long enough,” he huffed, moving towards you and linking your arm with his. “Otherwise, Reddie and I would have been searching for this phantom voice for the rest of the day.”

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[metalcorebarbie]

i’m watching the idea of you and it’s making me feel severe second hand embarrassment i don’t know how i’ll make it to the end send help

[leletha-jann]

I DID BLOODY TELL EVERYONE.

(Also, Gkika!!! She's OK! The riot is officially cancelled.)

...I mean, I suppose Klaus could be in the timestop in a different place but then what's going on with Castle Wulfenbach?

OH FOR THE LOVE OF-

whelp. There we go. it was a red herring and the pie is on my face. >:/

Klaus! could you not cause new problems for 5 minutes???

[bighandsforabigheart]

The first time I saw Jurassic Park I was an elementary schooler and absolutely terrified, so my mother attempted to comfort me by telling me that “it’s a Disney movie so the children won’t die” but

1. It’s not Disney???

2. The adults are dying, that’s not okay

3. Where did the logic Disney=no dead children come from

It was not very helpful

So yeah I got a short period of calm during the brachiosaurus scene but I was sobbing by the time the kids were climbing the electric fence and the arm falling from the top scene scared me so much I had to sleep with my parents for a few days