#i have been talking ab this armor so much

[adorkablenerd]

Y'all,,,

I will never shut up ab this armor 🥰

Currently going feral over him 👍

[fullmetalgirl98]

I realize that using the term "like" for the description of a trauma may seem indelicate, but I use it not in the sense of "I like to see this person suffer in this way rather than this other way," as much as in terms of how much sense it makes what we have been fed of.

Can something like that really trigger trauma with those specific characteristics? Wouldn't it have made more sense for Hifumi to develop a fear for humanity in general, rather than just for women?

Please, if you thought Hifumi's trauma was something different, or if you liked just part of the explanation, write it down under this poll.

Ok, I'm glad to see that the result of the survey is in line with what I expected. I'm going to express my personal thoughts under the cut, if you're interested. In any case, this is just my opinion. I felt I needed to vent somewhere, you're very free to disagree, obviously.

As for me, I'm not at all convinced by the story we've been fed. I always believed that Hifumi was sexu*lly ab*sed at school by Honobono and other girls (ergo, the fear of women). And I will remain convinced of this, despite what is now the canon.

Imo, something must have prompted the authors to change the initial idea (out of fear, perhaps??? A theme too heavy for Hypmic? Idk ... The fact remains that heavy themes have been dealt with in abundance, I don't see why treat Hifumi differently). It simply doesn't work for me. The issue turns into a “simple” act of bullying, in this way, but the clues and allusions that have been scattered all these years hinted at something quite different (and I think we all pretty much agree on that).

Does the motivation provided by the drama justify fear solely and only toward women? Imo, absolutely not. It would have made more sense to develop a fear for humanity in general, at this point, and to become a hikikomori. But this is not Hifumi's case. And then let's remember that the theme of bullying has already been addressed with Jyushi, yet the latter (whose grandmother was even killed!!!!!) did not develop any kind of trauma!

Now, it's clear that different people react to events in individual ways, but as far as I'm concerned, this just has no way of working with the premise with which Hifumi's character started out. Besides, Hifumi's work itself is, to a certain extent, about love and pleasure (obviously within limits). His very MC is a reference to the sexual sphere!!!

Let's remember that he only feels “strong” when he wears the jacket. What sense would this make with the explanation provided to us??? To me, the act of putting on the jacket and regaining confidence makes sense from a perspective in which, by antithesis, one is responding to an act of forced denudation, which obviously makes one vulnerable. It makes sense in the moment when Hifumi would be forcibly stripped by a group of girls (if Honobono had been alone, he would have developed a phobia exclusively against her, no?), hence his fear of women when he doesn't have his armor, his jacket (= his clothes to cover his body).

Hifumi has always felt a great deal of difficulty talking about what happened to him, shame. And Doppo, of course, didn't mention it at all, not even to Jakurai. This of course would have to be done in any case, because these are personal facts, in the end...But the matter was made too important and too secret to be, as I said, “a simple act of bullying at school.” What would have been the point of not saying anything about such a thing to Jakurai for years??!

One thing, however, does make sense. And it was the very thing I couldn't understand from the previous drama tracks, namely what Honobono did to Hifumi's brother-in-law and father. I approve of the explanation, it makes sense. But again, what sense does it make for the mother and sister to judge and repudiate Hifumi for this??? How is he to blame for that? Also, excuse me...Honobono would have seduced them but not Hifumi??? This does not make the slightest sense.

This drama was a deep disappointment and I'm still furious because I waited too many years for answers that were then not at all satisfactory nor logical.

The impression that @justanotherniky and I got is that they wanted to soften some heavy criticisms of Japanese society that perhaps went too far at the beginning of a project which was not thought to take off so much and that now are no longer the case to make so blatant. In particular, now, I'm referring to Doppo, which was the quintessential criticism of the Japanese work environment. Suddenly he's doing great at work, the boss is pleased with him, he has become the best employee. But WTF??? NO???? As nice as it is to see Doppo treated well, for once, finally, this is not how it works! We are sweeping the dust under the rug! It would have made much more sense for Doppo to quit, to rebel! And okay, he did in a sense, but we still did not reach a point to the “work” issue that oppressed and characterized him. His growth had to be in that direction! Now that would have represented personal growth, for a character like him! Taking the reins of his own life, setting up his own business, I don't know! Instead they just improved the environment around him.

I'm so mad, I swear.

[melishade]

Attack on Prime New Age Anthology: Eren Jaeger

Main Story

Return to that Sick Mind III

Return to that Sick Mind IV

Reminiscing

The Survey Corps finally talk about Eren Jaeger.

"One, two, three, four, five, six." Miko counted as she started doing push ups on the floor.

"Work out regiment?" Onyankopon asked.

"Well I have to stay in shape somehow," Miko spoke in a strained voice, "Being cooped up in this box sucks."

"Don't you where an invincible suit of armor?" Sasha recalled.

"Yeah, but doesn't mean jack shit when I'm trying to detain people," Miko retorted, "Majority of the time we have to capture enemies of the state alive for interrogation. Sometimes we do kill them, but we use guns."

Miko grunted and she started to do push ups with one hand. "Apex Armor's for like...emergency uses only. Like stopping an atomic bomb from going off or fighting against rogue Decepticons."

"I'd join you in your workout regiment, but I am a little busy," Hanji commented as they used their fork to stab a hollow spot in the floor boards.

"Yeah, tearing up your quarantine space," Rafael remarked, watching a class lecture online from his bed.

"Hey, my space. I can do what I want," Hanji proclaimed.

"News flash: it's the U.S. governments space. You will get in trouble," Rafael retorted.

"Well I was kidnapped, so-!" Hanji blew a raspberry at Rafael before going back to wiggling their fork into the floor boards.

"Mature!" Rafael shouted at them.

"Anyone else want to join me?" Miko asked as she stopped doing push ups and pushed her legs off the ground to do a handstand.

"I'm...not really that athletic," Willy answered.

"Hm." Miko looked him up and down. "I can see that, silver spoon."

"Excuse me?" Willy was confused at the idiom.

"Anyone else?!" Miko offered to the rest of them.

"Well, I can't really see you," Historia declared.

"Anyone across from me want to mirror me so Historia can see?" Miko asked.

"I can try," Sasha offered.

Jack ignored Miko's invite, staring at his phone, specifically the text messages from Ultra Magnus, telling Jack to ask about Eren. He didn't want to. He really didn't want to. He heard them say that they weren't even ready to talk about it, and the last thing that he wanted to do was push, but the video. The video has been bothering him since Ultra Magnus sent it. And Jack had an urge to know the truth. But what would learning entail? Would they get mad at him? Would they feel betrayed? Would they?

"You've been staring at that thing a lot lately," Armin remarked, causing Jack to look at him.

"Uh...yeah...I was just looking at texts," Jack explained, trying to not elaborate further.

"Oh really? Who's texting you?" Miko asked, causing Jack to internally swear.

Jack looked back at his phone. "I've been texting the Autobots and-!"

"What?!" Hanji's forked snapped into two at Jack's explanation, "Damn it!"

"You've been in contact with the Autobots since you got your phone back?" Armin asked, "Did they tell you anything about Optimus or Megatron?"

"What about Arcee?!" Sasha demanded, "Is she okay?!"

"Arcee's recovering. Wheeljack is pretty much done. Optimus and Megatron are...stable. I haven't been given too much about them. I think they don't want us to get our hopes up just yet," Jack explained.

"Jack, why didn't you tell us?" Rafael asked as he grabbed his water cup and took a sip.

Jack took a deep breath and sighed. "The Bots have been wanting to know more about your guys' world and about Megatron...they looked into his mind."

"WHAT?!" Miko screeched as she lost her balance on her hand stand and banged her ankle on the cabinet drawer while Rafael spat out his water.

"Oh fuck me!" Miko grabbed her ankle in pain.

"Who looked into his head?!" Rafael shot up.

"Bee," Jack reluctantly replied.

"WHAT?!" Rafael screamed even louder, "Why the hell would Bumblebee look into his mind again?! Megatron literally hijacked his body!"

"You think I know the answer to that?!" Jack yelled at Rafael.

"Can someone explain how the hell titans are able to look into each other's minds?!" Kenshin demanded.

"The cortical psychic patch," Jack explained, "It's a device created by Megatron's manic scientist Shockwave. You can use it to peer into the minds of anyone on the other end of the device and see their memories, and they can't make any alterations to the memories. But if you don't disconnect the device properly, it can fry your brain, or in Bumblebee's case, trap one of the users into the other's mind. It's how Megatron took over his body in the first place."

"...Can I see the device?" Hanji raised their hand.

"WHOA!" Miko screamed at them.

"What is wrong with you?!" Rafael yelled.

"Hanji!" Onyankopon scolded them.

"Fine! Such a touchy subject!" Hanji grumbled.

"If the memories seen can't be altered, then the Autobots should now know we're telling the truth," Armin surmised, "So what? Are they still going to ask us about him?"

Jack sighed in defeat. "They don't want to know about Megatron changing. They want to know about Eren."

Armin, Hanji, Sasha, and Historia grew tense at that.

"Magnus needs to compile a full report and need as much information on him as possible," Jack explained, "Apparently, Megatron says his feelings to Eren are negative-!"

"Yes, Megatron hates Eren's guts and is jealous of him. It's no secret," Hanji rambled.

"Ha?" Miko questioned.

"He sent me this." Jack pressed the play button on the recording from Megatron's mind and pressed it up against the glass. Everyone in the area either heard the audio of Optimus speaking, or also saw the visuals that came with the audio.

"...Optimus tried to convince Eren to stop before he started the Rumbling?" Willy was taken aback by the audio that played.

"Optimus always chooses peace first." Jack pulled the phone back and locked the phone, "But...if you guys don't want to provide an explanation, I can tell Magnus and try to push it off."

"...It does sound like he could approach us later on the topic," Historia assumed.

"Probably." Jack shrugged his shoulders. "Seriously, I can push it off-!"

"Let's just get it out of the way," Armin relented, sitting in the space where the glass and the wall met.

Jack felt guilty, decided to sit down on the bed and rub his knees. "Anyone here that doesn't know much about Eren?"

"I didn't really talk to Eren that much," Onyankopon confessed, "Although Yelena wanted to in order to try and get Eren to agree to Zeke's plan."

"Me and Gabi have known him as an enemy," Colt explained.

"I...vilified him too," Willy reluctantly admitted.

"I only had interactions with Eren twice," Kenshin confessed, "The first time I was really just trying to mess with him because I noticed the way he was getting angry every time I talked to Mikasa. Second time, he had come to Hizuru with Wheeljack, and my dad asked him to come with me on a horse ride to the next town over. We had a interesting conversation about religion and god...I noticed how...easily agitated he got when we talked. How he succumbed to his anger whenever talking about something he hated or seeing someone he didn't liked...Maybe I should have said something when I was sending letters to Optimus..."

"...Eren used to be quite passionate about killing all of the titans and freeing humanity when we were training together," Historia explained, "He hated them with a passion. But...when we learned about the truth about humanity, it really messed with him. The passion and fire he had in his eyes began to dim....There was a situation with the power of the titans. Eren had the powers of the Founding Titan, but couldn't use it because he wasn't of royal blood. I have royal blood, but if I were to take the Founding Titan, I would have been a prisoner of the vow renouncing war. But I could still make contact with Eren and activate some memories...Eren came to me one night...afraid...he said he was seeing things and wanted to touch my hand in order to activate the power. When he did, he just...shut down completely...and left...I don't think he was the same after that. And I blame myself for it."

"...We used to call him a 'suicidal maniac'." Sasha chuckled sadly at the memory, "Cause he would always try to get himself killed when trying to do dangerous things. Maybe when we thought humanity was extinct, it could have been considered honorable or just straight up reckless. But...he went off on his own on a foreign continent, planned an attack against world leaders without talking to us first...he attacked us...and told Mikasa he hated her. And he..."

Sasha quickly wiped her tears. "Why the hell would he kill Connie? They were close, and Connie only had us left. His whole village was turned into titans. We were his family, and Eren just killed him. I don't understand."

"...I wish I could have understood too." Hanji confessed, their efforts to pry the floorboard open long forgotten, "I used to do experiments with Eren to help him figure out his titan powers. I have a bombastic personality though, and I can push on things if I'm really passionate about it. Optimus usually had to keep me in check and get me to respect Eren's boundaries. Eren...used to be a good kid. He was passionate about joining the Survey Corps. He still wanted to do the experiments with me to find out about his powers. I thought he trusted me....I thought he trusted Optimus. Optimus seemed to be the only one who could really reign him in. Eren used to hate him, and one day he suddenly begged Optimus to start teaching him how to fight. Hell, Optimus apparently told us that Eren called him 'Dad' one time."

Hanji chuckled in defeat. "But what do I know? I mean, Eren activated the Rumbling. He took out my eye and stabbed Optimus and broke his mask. Some 'mad scientist' I am. Right?"

Jack turned his attention to Armin, and he saw him curl up into a ball and turn his head away from the glass. "I think...I can send this over to Magnus to get him to leave you guys alone for the time-!"

"Eren was my first friend," Armin confessed, "I used to get picked on a lot when I was younger for being weak, but I always refused to run from those fights. Eren actually spotted me one day and asked me why I didn't fight. And I basically told him I didn't run away. That facing the danger was my way of fighting. He asked me my name, and later he brought me to his home to eat food there. He later took me home with his dad and we just became friends after that."

"If you don't mind me asking, how does Mikasa play into this?" Rafael asked, "She's close to Eren too, right?"

"I don't think that's a good thing to-!"

"When Mikasa was nine, her parents were murdered right in front of her, and she was going to be sold into sexual slavery," Armin cut Hanji off. Everyone except the Survey Corps grew mortified at this information, "Eren managed to go after her and kill two of the kidnappers, while Mikasa found the will to kill the third one. Grisha and Eren brought her home and made her part of the family."

"...dude," Miko could only muster.

"So...why was Eren angry all the time?" Rafael asked again, wanting to change the topic.

"It wasn't always like that. When we were younger, Eren was pretty apathetic as a kid. He didn't really have any dreams or goals he wanted to obtain...that wasn't until I showed him about the outside world. Learning about the outside world was forbidden in the walls, but my grandpa had a book on it and I wanted to show Eren. I was excited to show Eren, and it was the first time I've really seen excitement on Eren's face."

Armin smiled a little at the memory. "We wanted to go see the outside world, and Eren wanted so badly to join the Survey Corps to do it. He wanted to fight all the titans and not live the rest of his life behind those walls. But...revenge later became apart of it. When...when the Warriors attacked Shinganshina, Eren's mom was eaten by a titan right in front of him, and he wanted nothing more than to eradicate the titans from the world."

"We joined the Trainee Corps when we were twelve. We were orphans at that age and military training was the only real option for us to take. We trained together, made new allies and friends, but when the Warriors attacked again, and I almost got eaten by a titan, Eren jumped in and saved my life, getting eaten right before my eyes. I don't really know how Eren awakened his powers. Maybe because he got injured before he was eaten. I don't know. Optimus had grabbed me in that moment and taken me away from the danger in my hysteria. But even though, Optimus and Eren worked together to stop the titan invasion. Optimus was one of the first people to show any real compassion to him when everyone was scared of him for his powers. He treated him with kindness and civility. I think Eren looked up to Optimus because he didn't have any other parental guidance. Optimus listened to him and made him feel heard."

Armin didn't know why he was rambling. He didn't know why he was talking too much, but he just wanted to get all of this off of his chest. Get rid of it and not talk about it ever again. "But...there were so many things that I missed...or chose not to notice. When we overthrew the government. Eren wanted to take his own life and I didn't notice. But it was Megatron of all people that did. He noticed and stopped Eren from taking his life. And then my best friend who I wanted to see the world with was going to die in eight years because of the titan curse. And there was nothing that I could do about it. And the outside world we dreamed of never existed, and it was full of other people that wanted us gone."

Armin laughed bitterly. "But I wanted peace. Optimus wanted peace. We all wanted peace. But..." Armin remembered those words that were told to him. Told to him in the Paths by him. "Eren didn't believe that peace was possible. I think with his powers, he saw futures that were coming into fruition, and conflict kept happening over and over again...I don't think Eren saw a point in making peace anymore, and just wanted to act selfishly to try and see the world I showed him in that book all those years ago.”

Armin started to cry. "And I...refused to notice or even do anything about it. I kept giving Eren the benefit of the doubt. So much so that, once again, Megatron was warning us that Eren was dangerous and needed to be dealt with. Megatron went out of his way to save us and warn us and I didn't listen because I didn't want to believe that my best friend was capable of such cruel and horrible things. And I hate him! I hate that he tried to destroy everything out of selfishness! That he told Mikasa he hated her! That he killed millions of people and Connie! But some part of me still cares about him and I hate that it does! But all I feel is hatred for him! Isn't that so hypocritical of me?! That I want Megatron to live, knowing what he's done and how it's so much worse than Eren, but hate my own best friend for following the exact same thing that Megatron did?!"

Armin froze when he saw everyone staring at him in shock. Armin finally noticed the tears streaming down his face and rubbed them away.

"Tell Ultra Magnus, that I don't want to talk about Eren anymore." Armin stood up, "Never again."

Armin walked over to the bathroom and shut the door behind him, leaving everyone to sit in the uncomfortable silence.

"Yeah, let's make it a rule to not speak about Eren anymore, especially since the wounds are still fresh." Hanji pointed to the bandages around their eye.

"Yep." Rafael said.

"Totally." Miko agreed.

"...Got it." Jack relented. He stared at his phone and type one final text before throwing it aside.

I should have never asked about him.

[ebisul]

TCW Rewatch: Season 2 Episodes 12-15

The dreaded mandalore arc post. Im going to be upfront, if you dont like me slandering Satine just dont even read the post. Turn back now. I’m not going to engage in dumb arguments. If you want to comment be civil.

I try to be as objective as I can writing these. I call it as I see it even when i do like the character. However I also recognize the tone can come across as aggressive, its not meant to be I just Talk Like That.

Anyways, enjoy!

Episode 12: The Mandalore Plot

* Obi wan sent to Mandalore to investigate rumors about a secret army built for the separatists

* “All of our warriors were exiled to concordia. They died out years ago” thats fucking weird. Like if we’re talking just Death Watch thatd be whatever they’re terrorists but all of the warriors?? What about Satine’s Guard? Do they not qualify as warriors? Or are they allowed because they’re Satine’s warriors

* Amec awfully defensive about Jango Fett being mandalorian. “Jango Fett was a common bounty hunter. How he acquired that armor is beyond me” what exactly makes someone Mandalorian or not?

* Satine is so hostile just as soon as she enters. That doesnt look good for your case, Duchess, considering you want to prove you have no intent of turning against the Republic. bad political decision.

* Sabateur is mandalorian. Amec really going hard on the denial "no mandalorian would engage in such violence. not anymore" babe you have Video Evidence of the exact opposite

* Satine assumes this whole thing is because the Senate wants to intervene in the affairs of Mandalore

* wild assumption considering obi wan has done nothing thusfar outside of try to get answers for his investigation. awfully presumtuous and honestly arrogant all things considered

* get her ass, kenobi

* i find it so hard to believe these two are supposed to have been in love

* Ok so now you mention Death Watch, not earlier when you were throwing around baseless accusations where that information could have been necessary??

* "its hardly a movement" a small group of hooligans typically doesnt warrant secret officials rooting them out. all this tells me is that she knows about death watch and refuses to do much of anything ab it. what does she plan to do with the investigation?

* The separatists want to help overthrow satine

* Satine trying to lecture Obi Wan on peacekeeping and Jedi ideals is fucking audacious. “The job of a peacekeeper is to make sure that conflict does not arise” and what when conflict does? You cant always prevent conflict. The conflict is already there so arguably Obi Wan has a more understandable and realistic point of view here.

* Also terribly ironic that an act of terrorism occurs as they are having this conversation. This isn’t Peace. Its ignorance.

* “Hooligans couldnt have arranged an attack of this scale” “It must be an offworlder” denial is going to get your people killed

* Side note: the sheer amount of blonde white people makes me so uncomfortable for this to be an idyllic state of peace for mandalorians. Especially when any mandalorians we see who are poc are stripped of their mandoness, or cult members (this is in reference to Jango and Din, im uncertain of what sabines family’s political views were)

* Damn

* That man shot at obi wan while he was trying be diplomatic ab it would she blame him for self defense? Thats fucked up especially bc shes totally cool with self defense when she does it

* Obi wan got hands

* She is being so suspicious

* She criticizes him every chance she gets, and rather unfairly too

* What do you mean they’re supposed to be in love? They dont even act like they Like eachother. Obi Wan has had kinder interactions with most of his main villains

* The pre vizla death watch entrance is unfortunately kinda badass

* The dark saber having a different sound effect scatches the brain

* Obi Wan (correctly) believing the separatists are supporting Death Watch and Satine immediately saying no i want no part in that conflict is weird. Like thats not a decision you make. You joining the clone war is not what hes talking about, The Death Watch dont care about what you want. I dont even know how she turned this conversation into a “i wont be part of this war and you wont convince me” discussion when he literally didn’t say anything of the sort

Episode 13: Voyage of Temptation

* I didnt even notice the scene of Satine expectantly waiting for Obi Wan to kiss her hand last episode until this episodes recap. I hate it that feels condescending

* This is where they start revealing that they had or have feelings for eachother and I simply Cant See It

* The way she talks down to obi wan constantly and even seats herself above everyone else like bro have literally any fucking respect for others outside of yourself

* The spider droid deaths are already so dark

* “Even extremists can be reasoned with” Duchess YOU are an extremist and you clearly can’t be reasoned with, just because your extremism isnt violent doesnt make it not extreme

* And again pacifism is ineffective in the face of an uncaring enemy, you fight or you die

* Im only like 1/4 of the way through this episode

* I feel like they try to push obitine so hard it just falls flat for me because their negative interactions outweigh any positive ones

* Anakin seems to really be pushing Obi Wan to have feelings for Satine but it comes across as Anakin projecting his worries about his relationship with Padme onto Obitine, because if Obi Wan can do it its okay that he can. Except Obi Wan doesnt, he lets it go

* Ooh creepy clone puppet scene

* I love when star wars tries to be spooky scary

* “Just because im a pacifist doesnt mean i wont defend myself” you mean like how last episode you said if obi wan had killed that guy you would blame him even tho he was just defending himself?

* Also Another assassination attempt… surprising…

* “This line of questioning borders on torture” arguably no it doesnt??? What harm is it causing? Emotional distress is already caused by the fact that there is a traitor present releasing the droids in the first place

* Senator Merrik was on Mandalore with Satine, is he from Mandalore? Who is this guy? Hes the Senator for Kalevala in the Mandalore system

* The fact that Satine could be betrayed by literally every single one of her close colleagues is honestly telling of how her peace was just a facade used by her enemies to blindside her.

* Merrik looks so disturbed ab Satine suddenly confessing her love

* Me too

* Also the fuck you mean youve loved him ever since? Youve been treating him like shit this whole time???

* At least the distraction worked, as uncomfortable as it made me

* Merrik, as shitty as he is, makes a decent point about if Satine shoots him or not, She’s politically backed herself into a corner

* “Who will strike first and brand themselves a cold-blooded killer?” Enter Anakin

* I do think had Anakin not been there Obi would have done it for the greater good, or found a less fatal way about it

* Yes Cody, please interrupt the moment

* Why did her attitude change so drastically at the end?

Episode 14: Duchess of Mandalore

* So Death Watch has the means to attack Mandalore and if Satine allows Republic occupation then Death Watch’s attack puts them in the people of Mandalore’s good graces allowing them to usurp Satine

* Obviously palps wants to do this for a power grab, Jerek could well have been another of Satine’s allies betraying her although im not so sure. He calls for Republic assistance against Death Watch becasue he sees them as a threat, calling out the Pride of the government to not ask for assistance from the Jedi.

* Either way this could have gone, it would always end the same because to maintain peace you have to Fight for it. That doesnt mean you have to be violent but you cant be ignorant of it either

* Arguably Satine is correct about the Republic occupation making them a target for the war and she has the right to remain neutral but what exactly is her alternative plan to deal with Death Watch

* Those guards of hers dont seem very pacifistic

* Damn friend zoned lmao

* So far Satine in this episode is at least more tolerable and I understand where she’s coming from

* What the republic is doing IS wrong but shes not offering an alternative to stopping Death Watch to protect her people

* Isnt she allied with 1500 other systems or something like that? Why did she go to the Senate at all?

* Thats underhanded(holding the vote without Satines presence or knowledge)

* Ok assassination yet again

* Running away is not the most intelligent decision from an innocent woman

* Neither is attacking the police

* I feel like this could have been avoided

* Ok thats a cool scene

* So are there warriors on Mandalore or not? You arent going to combat them effectively without a fight, its unrealistic.

* “The temerity to stand strong in the name of peace” so what exactly is the plan to protect the people of Mandalore from Death Watch. You can’t just say nuh uh and expect them to back down and submit to pacifism, they keep saying theyll stand strong but they haven’t mentioned anything about what exactly they will do to stand strong against Death Watch

* Mandalore escapes Republic occupation

Episode 15: Senate Murders

* A group of senators want to escalate the production of troops, Padme and her allies recognize this will prolong the war and is working against it

* Padmes enemies are accusing her of separatist conspiracy, if this gets out to the rest of the senate she is absolutely fucked

* Ono assassinated, they actually succeeded this time

* Where do i know this lieutenants voice? Its grating just like his personality, no offense to the va

* Mothma and Bail both act like parental/older sibling figures to padme, im a whore for that shit

* I wish I could hate this guy more but the dracula vibes go too hard im sorry

* Oh shit dracula is dead as hell

* I do love a good murder mystery, idk why i was so apprehensive about this episode

* Is it Lolo?

* As much as Burtoni sucks, i do believe her when she says she doesnt give a single fuck enough to kill these people, she just has that vibe

* Yeah i knew it

* Ono made the decision he did because the Rodians were starving and need the help the Republic couldn’t be bothered to expedite, it was a mistake made out of hope for his people to live

* I love when Padme throws hands

* The clones will continue to be “manufactured” although it doesnt say whether or not they will be creating more faster, i thought that was the original plan

* Manipulative bitch

War Crime Counter

Separatists: 9

Republic: 5

im counting the act of terrorism and the assassination of the informant.

Im uncertain if Ono and Dracula’s assassination belongs under Republic or not tho

[staycalmandhugaclone]

ok so i had a thought after seeing this:

so wrecker’s eye was fixed after the explosion that took it, and they’ve never addressed any hearing loss, but what if he had some? i mean, he deals with weapons and explosions all the time, and while a helmet helps with that, you can’t have your helmet on 100% of the time. idk, i was just thinking about doc helping him with that and wanted to put the thought out into the universe. love ya!

Le gasp! An Ask?! Master has given staycalm a distraction!! Staycalm is frrreee!!!!

Oh, I have actually gone extensively into this with literally anyone who’ll listen!! Because-because asdflasdfj!!!! The heights and the talking too loud and the vertigo annnnddddd!!!!

If you're new, this all starts with Touch Starved - Echo! Additional references to Difficulty Breathing and Fever.

Wrecker Special Request

More then Skin Deep – Wrecker - Doc notices something about Wrecker while training and offers her help.

Also: got a new Poll up for your thoughts! Should Doc Have Her Own Blog?

Warnings: Light sexual tension, reference to past injury, disabilities and light prejudice from appearance - It's mostly just some softness fluff.

WC: 2,262

So much had happened since the cave. Between the fallout from my rash discussion with Commander Cody and the nightmare of Tech’s exposure to that wretched fungus, there’d been little time to just breathe. Now, however, we had at least another week of med leave while the still shaken pilot continued regaining his strength, and there was little else to do except think.

Panting, I leaned wearily against the wall, absently watching the others continue their training routines. Hunter was running Tech through hand-to-hand drills, padded gloves darting around the taller man almost too quickly for me to keep up with, but Tech rapidly struck each one in a blinding rhythm as they danced around the sparring ring, training blacks long-since soaked through with sweat. Crosshair and Echo were ‘not’ racing each other as they ran sprints, and Wrecker was just finishing with the free-weights.

Nothing was quite so humbling as being in the same room as five elite commandos while training… nor was there anything quite so distracting. The skintight fabric emphasized each divot between hard-earned muscle now void of even the memory of emaciation. Even Echo was beginning to regain mass in earnest – enough for Hunter to requisition a larger set of armor for him.

I’d finished my intended workout over an hour ago, but the others showed no signs of slowing. Finally yielding beneath even the hope of keeping up with them, I allowed myself a moment to catch my breath, jaw hanging open as my torso rocked beneath the desperate flutter of my diaphragm, trying not to let my eyes wander.

Even from across the room, I caught the quick words of encouragement as Hunter pushed Tech to move faster, strike harder, and I could hear the proud smile in his smoky voice, could see the gleam of pride burning through Tech’s determined glare as the powerful muscles of his lean form rippled throughout the entirety of his body to drive each punch barreling toward his brother, and the way Hunter’s broad shoulders rolled to absorb those punches, the way his abs tensed to steady his balance… Both were a marvel that I had to tear my eyes away from, but the rare grin on Crosshair’s lips, that tiny hint of glee in those sharp eyes as his long strides overtook Echo’s blistering pace was no less mesmerizing.

The fraction of a second those nearly golden eyes flashed to mine, the sudden realization that I’d been staring – that he caught me staring, sent my heart racing anew, cheeks burning beneath a violent rush of heat.

“Done already, Doc?” I turned to find Wrecker treading almost lazily toward me, massive hand dragging a rag over his forehead to mop up the sweat beading atop caramel skin flushed from exertion, and I welcomed the excuse not to see Crosshair’s reaction to my misplaced attention.

“Already?” I scoffed. “I was done ages ago… You guys are making me look bad.” The gentle chuckle that shook through his towering form was the perfect balm for my still racing heart.

“Maybe I could help yuh next time. Havin’ someone with you makes it more fun!” The brilliant grin that pulled at my lips in the wake of his innate joy was so automatic, I barely noticed it anymore.

“Wrecker, if I try to work out with you, you are not allowed to laugh at me.” A brief flash of surprise followed instantly by a burst of excitement bloomed across his face.

“Don’t worry, Doc! I’ll go easy on yuh!” Before I could comment on his ‘going easy’ still being far beyond what I considered naturally possible, something about his stride caught my attention. It was such a little thing – the faintest misstep, shoulder just tilting to the side for barely a moment before correcting himself, but it was a motion I’d been trained for years to notice. He continued on as though nothing had happened, but I couldn’t unsee the subtle falter.

“Tomorrow, we can”

“Wrecker,” I didn’t mean to interrupt him, but my mind was already obsessing over that split second and everything it could mean. He instantly paused, smile falling as he waited tensely for some explanation behind the sudden change in my demeaner, “do you still have problems with your balance?” His eyes widened for just a moment before turning quickly away from mine, the faintest hint of a blush creeping over his cheeks.

“Oh, uh… you saw that, huh?” The embarrassment robbing his voice of that brilliant exuberance broke my heart, and I quickly pushed myself away from the wall to cross the scarce few meters lingering between us. “Don’t happen much, and Tech did some stuff to my helmet so it almost never happens on missions… ‘less we’re, yuh know, somewhere high…” His gaze returned almost hesitantly to me as I approached him, but there was still a whisper of shame in those final words that I vowed to do anything I could to forever rid from him.

“Did that started after,” I motioned toward the pale branches of scar tissue stretching out from his left ear, and his lips bunched slightly as he nodded. “Hmm…” The curious lilt in my hum caught his attention, brow quirking slightly. Mouth pursing into a small grin, I reached my hands out toward him, an eagerness driving my motions that distracted him effortlessly from his embarrassment.

“I want to try something. Would you hold my hands for a minute?”

“Uh… sure.” He mumbled slightly and, despite his confusion, let his fingers slip around mine, almost comical in the dramatic difference in size. Still, my grip tightened as I looked up at him.

“I’d like you to close your eyes, Wrecker,” I instructed, voice muted with a gentle warmth that he followed without hesitation, “Alright, I’m going to count to ten, and I want you to twist your head from right to left as far as you can with each count. Ready?” He started to question me but stopped himself and merely nodded. I didn’t wait, falling into the quick count before he could overthink it. Halfway through, I felt his balance begin tilting to the right, felt his hold automatically tighten around mine, but he was able to finish without stumbling.

“That was perfect.” I praised quietly, which seemed to surprise him even more. “I know the helmet helps when you’re wearing it, but I think I can help a bit with when you’re not wearing it.” The shock that stole over him brought an almost giddy chuckle bubbling up my throat. “You can help me with my strength training, and I help you with your balance… Deal?” A hesitant doubt shown for only a moment in those mismatched eyes before his expression blossomed back into that eager grin that left me beaming.

“You got it, Doc!” My thumbs trailed happily over the broad expanse of his knuckles as he seemed to come back to life before me. “Can we start now? I mean – I know you’re tired an’ all, but”

“Yes, Wrecker.” I chirped between giggles, delighting in his endless boughs of energy. “Come on.” The scarce few minutes it took to lead him through the seated balance retraining exercises left him disappointed only that there wasn’t more to do. We sat atop his bunk, still awaiting the return of the others as I finished recording notes for that first session.

“We’ll see if you still feel that way when I make you do them while walking with your eyes closed.” I teased at the sight of his reluctance to stop, instantly bringing a fresh spark of challenge to those eyes. “Wrecker.” He, at least, granted me a glance of abashed resignation at the quiet threat in my voice, and I couldn’t still the quiet laughter from escaping me.

“Does it still bother you?” I hadn’t expected the softly spoken question to breech the fleeting moment of quiet between us, but I was relieved to find Wrecker seemingly undisturbed from it.

“I mean… not really?” He answered with a small shrug. “Guess I don’t really like how folks look at me sometimes, but I know it makes me look even more scary, so...” In an instant I reached forward, hands gently cupping his jaws, thumbs shifting lightly against his cheeks to shamelessly trail the yawning lines of those scars toward his ear, and he froze beneath my touch.

“I’ve never been afraid of you, Wrecker.” There was no hesitation in my words, no whisper of doubt. “And this,” I added quietly, fingers sweeping up to brush over the deep valleys of taut, pale skin, head shaking slightly with a warm smile, “I always thought it looked pretty cool.” There was a long moment in which he seemed too stunned to react, lips parted in a tiny gasp, his wide eyes locked on mine. With a quiet sigh, I released him as sat back onto my heels.

“That’s not quite what I meant, though.” I explained, smile twisting into a smirk. “Issues with balance and vertigo, we might be able to improve with those exercises, but that was a serious injury. Does it still cause you any other problems?” The faintest blush darkened his cheeks as his gaze briefly dropped to where his hands rested atop his thighs.

“Well, it – not bein’ able to hear out’a that ear can be tricky… so can the eye.” He admitted almost distractedly.

“It’s amazing,” I chuckled slightly, “You know: I constantly forget about that… You just don’t let it slow you down at all.” His shoulders rolled beneath another bashful shrug.

“Happened a while back, so I guess I’ve gotten pretty used to it by now.” He said dismissively, but I could see the pleased smile just playing at the edges of his lips. I thought about the ways such disabilities impacted everyday life – the loss of depth perception and sound localization, the internalized frustration from suddenly becoming ‘clumsy’ and ‘loud’.

“Is there was reason you never got cybernetic replacements?” I shifted to tuck my knees thoughtlessly to my chest, back reclining comfortably against the wall at the foot of his bed.

“Too much nerve damage.” He answered, gaze roaming blindly over the wrinkled blanket bunched up beneath us. “Would’a needed to replace too much for ‘em to approve it.” My jaw ground, brows pulling together in a frown I was pleased he hadn’t seen before managing to school my expression once more. Credits. Of course, it came down to credits. He was barely past cadet training with it happened – unproven and thus undeserving of special treatment…

“Is that something you’d want?” I asked quietly. His eyes rose hesitantly, and I could see how carefully he considered the question.

“I… I dunno.” The whispered reply held none of his usual nonchalance, thinking over each word before giving them voice. “Doin’ it now would mean bein’ out’a commission for a while…” I could see how he recoiled from the mere thought of being unable to be with his brothers, even for the few weeks it would take to recover, being unable to fight beside them – to keep them safe, and I wanted to sob from the way my heart broke for him. “’Sides, like I said – Tech a’ready fixed up my helmet so I barely notice it anymore.” I had to let out a slow, deep breath before trusting myself to speak.

“Well, if you ever change your mind,” I murmured, begging him to hear the love sown into each word, “I’d be more than happy to make it happen.” He was still for a moment as my offer lingered in that breadth of quiet between us. With a near silent chuff of laughter, he nodded, granting me a small, grateful smile.

Returning the gesture, I finally pushed off of his bed and got to my feet, granting myself a leisure stretch before starting toward the temporary cot that I’d long since accepted as my permanent bed.

“Think I’ll sneak off to the showers before dinner.” I said wearily, already rummaging into my footlocker for a clean set of blacks before glancing back at him. “And I want to go through those exercises again with you tonight.” His grin instantly grew with that familiar exuberance I so treasured.

-

I’d long since become accustomed to the occasional second glance from confused regs as I walked the halls of Kamino absent the veil of armor, and tread past clones of varying ages and expressions thoughtlessly en route to the farthest edge of the platform in hopes of some semblance of privacy. As I approached the door, however, it slid open seconds before it should have, and I paused as those sharp eyes met mine. Crosshair went still as well, hand frozen with those long fingers tangled in his short, silver curls.

“Didn’t get your fill in the training room?” He scoffed, lips curling into something between a sneer and a smirk. I let my expression fall pointedly blank, brow just hitching in exasperation.

“What can I say? You have a cute smile, Crosshair.” I dismissed with careful disinterest, shoulders raising in an almost bored shrug as I continued forward, but then felt a smirk of my own touch my lips as I glanced up at him at a very simple realization: he’d been looking at me, too. “What’s your excuse?” His jaw clicked together, but before he could offer a retort, I pushed past him into the refresher, shouldering him unapologetically out of the way, and let out a quiet chuckle after the door closed pointedly behind me.

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Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox

Summary: When Alex leaves London, Henry writes him a list...

“There is no turning back if you go out there.”  “I certainly hope not.  I love you.”  “I love you more.”  “I think that’s up for debate.”  Alex laughed, smiling when Henry tugged on his hands and pressing his lips to his.  They looked out the door at the cheering crowd for a moment before stepping onto the balcony.  When they appeared, the crowd’s screams doubled in volume, and when Henry lifted a hand to wave, the volume doubled again.

Henry was in absolute disbelief, his face slack, brows pinched.  Alex was still clutching his hand, and he leaned closer to speak to him.  “They love you, baby,” he said.  Henry smiled, looking at his boyfriend, at the absolute love of his life.  “Not nearly as much as you, I hope?”  “Nope,” Alex replied.  “No one could ever love you as much as I do.”  Henry waved again, this time smiling widely, and Alex did the same, seeing the sea of Pride flags, Union Jacks, American flags, and History, Huh? t-shirts.

“What do you think?” Henry said, squeezing Alex’s hand.  “Should we give them a bit of a show?”  “Are you asking if I want to kiss you on the balcony of Buckingham Palace, Your Majesty?”  Henry laughed.  “Oh, for the millionth time, it’s Your Royal High-”  Alex kissed him, sending the gathered crowd into an uproar, wrapping his arms around Henry.  After a moment, the kiss broke, and Henry rested his forehead against Alex’s.  “God, I love you,” he whispered, and Alex’s smile widened.  “I love you too, baby.”

***

Unfortunately, Alex couldn’t stay in London forever.  The election was only a week away, and Ellen wanted him to do some last minute campaigning.  He stood in Henry’s rooms at Kensington, looking at his suitcase sadly.  Henry came up behind him, wrapping his arms around him, resting his head on his shoulder.  “Can’t you keep me here by royal decree or something?” Alex asked, and Henry laughed.

“Unfortunately, they don’t have any rooms free in the Tower of London.  But I’ll see you soon, darling.  Just another week, right?”  Henry was flying in for election night, but it might as well have been months away with how much Alex would miss him.  Alex sighed, leaning into his boyfriend’s chest.  “What if I put myself on the no-fly list?”  Henry laughed, turning Alex in his arms and kissing him.

“Go, my love.  Win your mother an election.  I promise, my thoughts will be solely of you until we meet again.”  Alex sighed, burying his face in Henry’s neck.  The Prince rode with him to the airstrip, where they shared a lingering embrace just before Alex boarded.  “Call me the moment you’re home,” Henry said, and Alex nodded.  “I love you, Alex.”  Alex tightened his hold on Henry, greedily inhaling his scent.  “I love you too, Hen.”

***

About three hours into the flight home, Alex decided he may as well start plowing his way through the book he’d brought with him; one that Henry had suggested he read.  He flipped open the cover, a folded piece of paper falling into his lap.  It bore Henry’s looping scrawl: My Alexander, and Alex hurriedly unfolded it, devouring the words on the page.

Alex,  if you’re reading this, I assume you’ve been told to put your phone on airplane mode and are looking for something else to divert your time.  Well, instead of your book (which is insanely good, by the way), I’ve decided to try my hand at one of your favorite pastimes.  No, love, get your head out of the gutter, not that one.  List writing.  So, I present to you: An Incomplete and Ever-Growing List of Things I Love About Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz:

Your ridiculously handsome face

The way your arms make me feel so safe

How your eyes look when the light hits them just right

The voice you use when you talk to David when you think no one’s around

How you overlook all my flaws, the cracks in the glass, the chinks in the armor

How you hold me tighter when you know I’m having a bad day

Your God-like abs (what can I say, dear?  You’re so beautiful)

The way my signet ring looks on your hand (it makes me wonder how other rings might look on you…)

How you picked up and flew to London, to me, when I needed you

The fact that I know you’d do it a million times more if I asked

How driven you are

The fact that of all the people in the world, I am lucky enough to have earned your love

There’s more, my love, so much more, but I could never put every single thing I love and adore about you into words.  Not unless I want to cut down every single tree in the world to make enough paper.  I do not know what I did to deserve your love, to be entrusted with your heart, but I promise, I will protect it with my life.  I am counting the days until I see you again, my Alex, and when I am in your arms again, I do not know if I will have the strength to let go.

Completely and utterly yours, -Henry

P.S.: A few days ago I thought I loved you; but since I last saw you I feel I love you a thousand times more. All the time I have known you, I adore you more each day… Napoleon Bonaparte to Joséphine Bonaparte

Alex found himself wiping away tears, his heart feeling fit to burst with how much he loved Henry.  He passed the remainder of the flight reading and rereading Henry’s letter, tracing the letters with a finger.  Finally, the plane landed, and Alex was on his way back to the White House.  He barely acknowledged his mother before running up to the Residence, shutting the door to his room behind him as he FaceTimed Henry.

Henry was in bed when he answered, wearing the hoodie Alex had left him.  “You’re home,” he said, and Alex smiled, flopping onto his own bed.  “I read your letter,” he said, and Henry smiled.  “Did you like it?”  Alex could only smile, pulling a pillow into his chest, wishing it was his boyfriend.  “Baby, I loved it.  I love you.  You made me cry in front of Amy, H.  I have a reputation to uphold.”

Henry laughed, and Alex wanted nothing more than to press his lips to the little dimple that formed when Henry smiled.  “I’m glad, love.  Believe me, I could have made that list much longer.  I may have to write an addendum.”  “I might frame it, baby,” Alex said, shifting so he could lay under the covers, propping his phone up against a pillow.  “You’re…God, you’re perfect.

The Prince blushed, and Alex positively yearned for him.  “Can 6 days go faster?” Henry asked, and Alex nodded, sharing the sentiment.  “I know, baby.  I wish you were in my bed with me, I wish you were here.”  Henry raised an eyebrow.  “Do you, now?  And what would I be doing in your bed, hmm?”  “Honestly, I just want to hold you.  Wake up with you in my arms.”

When Henry laughed, Alex rolled his eyes.  “Oh, shut up, Your Majesty.  I’m capable of being wholesome for a minute.”  “I know you are, dear.  I wish I was there, too.”  They were silent for several minutes before Alex spoke.  “Baby?”  “Hmm?”  “Will you…stay on here with me?  Until I fall asleep?”  

Henry melted, nodding though Alex’s eyes were shut.  “Of course, my love.  Do you want me to talk?”  “Please.”  Henry smiled, settling back against his pillows, pulling the hood of Alex’s hoodie over his head.  “Hmm, let me think…  Have I ever told you the story about the time Mum lost Bea in a shopping mall?”  Alex shook his head, and Henry dove into the story, and once he was finished, he spoke of random things until he was sure Alex was asleep.  “Good night, my love,” Henry said, blowing a kiss to the phone.  “I love you always.”

[goldom]

AFoLiS author commentary Part 5-2

And here is all the rest in a way too long post.

You can only shake your head and laugh. “You’re making too much of it. A knight is naked under their armor, too. It doesn’t mean anything.” “I’m pretty sure they’re not, actually,” Stelle says.

I wanted to add in a joke here like, "I'm never looking at Argenti the same way," but couldn't fit it without messing up the pace of the scene.

Probably my biggest writing weakness is finding anything to say when no one is talking. It's always been that way even way back in school – praised for my dialogue, but try to write a few paragraphs of prose and I'm dying. I've managed it a few places, but Chapter 10 here is an example of not doing it well – time seems to jump past the entire afternoon in just a few lines because I don't describe enough stuff happening.

Maybe if you didn’t see how she looks over her shoulder when you walk together, maybe then you’d believe that there isn’t a part of her that’s still terrified you’re going to vanish.

I wanted to hammer this home more, but knew the correct writing choice was to let it just be one little line and trust the readers to understand. But this is commentary, so I can say it outright here: this is calling back to Stelle's behavior all the way back in Part 2, which is itself a callback to the way Dormancy swooped in from behind her when it 'killed' Firefly. She's doing better, but she can't stop looking back... metaphorically and literally.

Firefly blames herself so much for every little mistake she makes, because she's stuck thinking that she's already in Stelle's debt. It's not a healthy way to be in a relationship.

I'm glad literally everybody thinks Firefull Flyshine was the dumbest title ever. But I also enjoyed contrasting her saying that – the most trying-too-hard line – with the next thing she thinks, which is just as Extra, but actually good: "I’ll burn away every shadow in your life."

Then she carries Stelle away, because 2.3 didn't get to happen, and Stelle can't not get to be princess carried. That scene did things to me, folks. I realized how much Stelle in 2.3 is not the protagonist, she's the love interest. Firefly could so easily be the game's star, and Stelle is, after all, her backup dancer. And so I have Stelle say it outright: she's tired of being the hero. She wants to feel what it's like to be the princess, to be protected. I can't say I'm not a little jealous of robot hugs.

And the way Firefly senses that it's wrong, that she shouldn't let Stelle step back from the spotlight, yet she also has the matching urge, to protect her, to be her knight. I love that.

At the arcade, the fighting game they play was described as a reference to Soul Edge, and Firefly is playing as Siegfried, who does in fact have a cheap mash-one-button move. That's who I used back then, because I am no good at fighting games.

The martial arts machine Firefly plays, as I described in the author's note, is a real thing called Makoto, but they've largely gone extinct. They look like this:

A place near me when I was a kid had them, but way bigger than this image. They were a few yards across, so you used a long staff rather than your hands as shown here. I don't know why this memory suddenly came to me, I was just trying to think of anything Firefly could find at an arcade that she would be good at.

Okay, so, murder time. Why did I do that? Well. Back before this part started, I was lamenting having no idea what to have them do now that their main story arc – missing each other and the illness – was dealt with. One random thought I had was, well, we're headed to an island planet, what if they're stuck on an island and get wrapped up in a murder mystery? Problem is, I have not read very many murder mysteries, and did not think I could pull off a satisfying one.

So then I thought... what about an unsatisfying one? What if Stelle becomes obsessed with solving the mystery, because if she's doing that, she's not thinking about death. But there's no mystery. There never was. She has to confront her own feelings.

Even I am not particularly happy with this. I'm sure some readers felt cheated by it. But that is, ultimately, the point. The mystery is a dud, but going through it progresses their relationship. It's a romance novel, not a mystery. Plus, it brings Silver Wolf back into their lives, so really it's a win all around.

I briefly toyed with the idea of revealing, unbeknownst to the girls, that there was a murder and they missed the solution. But there would be no point other than "wow what a twist," so I didn't. I did leave it open-ended though, which I think does serve the character growth: they will never know for certain what actually happened, and they have to accept that. Maybe they did miss something, but it's not their problem.

It’s a good moral to the story, no matter if it’s true or not. She learned that sometimes good people die, and it’s no one’s fault. She learned that she can see it happen and get through it. It’s a fitting end to the script, but it isn’t satisfying.

The ironic thing about Firefly feeling so guilty all the time is that her doing that actually makes things even harder for Stelle. Stelle feels like she can't say how she really feels, because Firefly's only gonna use it to beat herself up even more.

It's interesting to think that, in Chapter 19 when Firefly offers to take the Brumedew Concentrate the first time, Stelle comes across as so strong and in control, turning her down for her own good because it's Firefly's POV. If that chapter had been from Stelle's point of view, I think we all know it would not have sounded nearly so confident.

“And… the second time? You’ve never told me how you broke out of the Order’s dream.” “…I don’t want to.” You know what it took. You don’t want to hear how I did it. Trust me.

It's weird to me I keep hearing people saying "when are we gonna learn about her second death?" because it's always been obvious to me what they implied. She recognized she still wasn't awake and had to die again to wake up, as quickly as possible. She did it to herself. We don't need to see it.

“It’s not you that’s hurting me now,” Stelle says. “Maybe it’s the aeons, or ‘God,’ or the universe itself I can’t forgive for its cruelty.”

This is really Stelle's problem with everything, with life and death itself. The universe is too cruel. Only, she's not quite right. The universe isn't cruel. It's uncaring. That might be even worse.

You’d be her knight – HER emanator – and fight all of humanity in HER name if you had to.

I play with this idea a few times around here, because it's one way I could see the game actually going. My personal pet theory is that Stelle will have the chance to ascend to Aeonhood to fight Nanook, but will instead find the power she needs through all the allies she's brought together on her journey, letting her win and remain human. This isn't something I'll be writing about though, at least not any time soon.

Still can’t stand Blade though, you think, amused.

Neither can I. The rest of SH has grown on me; Blade has not. Wanting to murder Dan is reason enough, but dude is just squandering a goddamn superpower 'cause he's too cranky. Get some therapy and go do something with your life. And like, I know Firefly canonically does like him, so I have to say here she does too, but I cannot see how. Can you even imagine, you're, like, in your early 20s and dying of an incurable disease, fighting to survive every single day, and you have to work with this old man who won't stop moaning "LIFE IS SUFFERING, SOMEONE KILL ME ALREADY." Read the room, man. "Blade needs to get a damn hobby," Stelle said in Part 4, and I say it every time I have to think about him.

I considered actually giving them a shared surname instead of just joking about it, but couldn't think of anything I liked enough to justify flat-out renaming canon characters. I mean, besides Phoenix. That one was good enough.

She didn’t take Stelle’s memory because the Stellaron needed it, not that I know about. Come on, Firefly, think about it.” She did it because of me. It’s my fault you had to die. “She had to,” Silver Wolf says, “because if she didn’t, that lovestruck idiot never would have stayed away long enough to get her job done.” Wait, no… that can’t be right. If it were just about keeping her from me, there’d be no reason to hide her past from her anymore.

This is a corner I've backed myself into. I almost published without that last line, but then I realized the huge plot hole I almost created. Why not tell Stelle everything now if the only reason to wipe it was to keep her from running back to Firefly? Well, I don't know why, because the game hasn't told me! Honestly, Stelle's past has become enough trouble that I'm wishing I'd just made up my own reasons for it several parts ago rather than trying to stick to canon, because canon isn't going to tell me for years (and I'm sure when they do, it's gonna be too depressing for my liking). At this point all I can say is... please don't pay attention to it lol. Maybe I'll figure something out eventually.

“You could run away with us too.” You say it like a joke, and you know it is, but wouldn’t it be nice if she said yes?

Stelle has influenced Firefly so much. Stelle's trying to immortalize everyone she knows, and Firefly's trying to recruit her friends to the AE with her. Neither of them can get everything they want.

Stelle wants to read a romance novel, but

She eventually returns with a shake of her head. “They’ve all got men,” she says, defeated.

Tell me about it. Really, despite what I said about not reading much mystery, I've read even fewer romance novels, but here we are. Though I guess if we count yuri manga...

Stelle shares a bed with Phoenix and everyone loves it. Can you believe, I almost missed this? I'd been counting days the entire story, trying to remember that come Thursday, I need to have Firefly suited up overnight again, after saying it was weekly back in Chapter 1. Then I went and moved onto writing Friday without doing it. Thankfully I remembered before reaching that point in publishing.

Companion mission accepted: Kiss Firefly You look up. “How did you do that?”

This was a silly post on my Tumblr for weeks and weeks before I found a place to make it part of the story :) But the line that got stuck in my head was

“Here? In front of the Thestang tree?”

Sitting on the cliffside, the girls discuss parenthood. Stelle can't see it, but is mainly stuck in the idea that she's not good enough for it. This really came to me because of the frequent fanart showing Caelus/Firefly with a child, and the exactly zero images of Stelle/Firefly with one. I get it, but again, it's one of those things that wears you down little by little. It just feels... unfair. I'm not about to have them start having children in the middle of the Trailblaze mission, but I wanted to at least discuss it.

This theme is not finished. Not by a long shot. Again, not saying they're gonna have children any time soon, but now it's in Stelle's head, and she has not overcome her feelings of inadequacy in that regard.

Yes, I really did ask ChatGPT for those dumb names I said came from an AI, though it had plenty more that were both dumb and not funny I had to prune through. On the other hand, I was surprised how on the nose some of its transformation lines were, given that I didn't offer it any detail about the context. "Eternal flame, awaken!"? I didn't even mention Phoenix in the prompt!

Firefly finally finds a way to accept Stelle's wish for her, but it comes with a heavy cost. Like Dan says later, it really isn't fair of her to put that on Stelle, but she's not wrong: Stelle will take that deal. But she'll never stop hoping that Firefly will change her mind before the time comes for her to uphold her end of the promise. Stelle is, always, a selfish moth.

Everyone knows the fireworks scene in 2.3 was beautiful, but no one points out that if you were really skydiving in the middle of fireworks, you'd go completely deaf. Those things are too loud, man. I can't stand them myself because of it. Thought I'd make a bit of a silly point about that in the fireworks show here.

Then the author I mean Stelle gets sad about the end of the story I mean vacation approaching.

How can you care about whatever crisis you find on the next planet you visit when it feels like the defining event of your life has already passed?

Me worrying that I'll never care about another HSR main story after Penacony. I don't care about any of it anymore. I just want the romance. I'm doomed, because that's not what this game is. So it's what I have to write.

“I do have one regret though,” you realize and say simultaneously. “I never came up with my own name for you.”

I settle on "She is Love," but it's not really an answer, not something she can actually call Firefly (at least without getting embarrassed). I wasn't planning to actually come up with one, but realized I'd teased it so many times that I couldn't just end the story without something here. Problem is, I can't think of a good nickname for her either, and I have tried so hard. I've never even seen any other fanwork use one I liked. Oh well.

“I’ll show you what I can do. And I’ll thank you when you fall before me.”

Given how much I make Stelle cry and demand pampering, I always like when I get a chance to pull out her badass side.

For Firefly’s sake, anyone and anything else is forfeit, and you’re not scared to admit it anymore.

This being specifically a reference to the "I would set fire to the stars for you" journal entry. She still feels that way and is no longer ashamed of it. Yes, people keep calling my Stelle Otto Apocalypse, and no, I still have not played HI3, but I've gleaned the point. Too bad. I'm on Stelle's side. You do whatever it takes for someone you love, even if it means breaking the rules of society and nature alike.

“She’s not… not really my girlfriend. Xianzhou, yeah. Qiangwei.” March’s words can’t fool you. You see what her face does when she says the name. “Just… just a couple dates. Just while we’re here, you know?” You shrug. “No clue. I married the first person I dated.”

I also married the first person I dated, and I have no idea how to comprehend a casual relationship, yet am currently trying to write one for March. That's Part 5.5, coming up in the very near future.

Oh, here's another parallel but it's just a silly. Part 5 Chapter 31, Stelle says about Welt:

You laugh. “Wow. Rude, Dan, he’s not that old.”

Whereas back in Chapter 17, Stelle is the one making fun of his age:

“I could ask Welt. Old people take a lot of medicine.” Stelle’s deadpan face would look serious to anyone else, but you can see she’s kidding. “Wow. Rude.”

I'm fairly certain I missed some other parallels in my skimming, but I think I got the big ones all called out.

“Want to join us?” “She does,” Dan Heng answers for you. “She was just having a Stelle moment.” “Hey,” you grumble, “you don’t have to tell everyone.” “Come here,” Firefly says, extending an arm. You sit next to her on March’s bed, and she hugs you to her side. “We all know you. You’re safe here.”

Every time I read this line, on every single editing pass, it made me tear up. Stelle always, always just wants to feel safe. That's what it's all about. It's why she wants immortality, why she wants it for her friends. Just to feel safe. And here Firefly offers it – not safety from the world, but safety from judgment. "We all know you." It's okay to be yourself around us. It's okay to show your weakness and be sad. You're safe.

It's only a secret for a couple lines, but I enjoyed not labeling the POV of the epilogue, emphasizing how those first lines could apply to either of them. They're parallels of each other. Even Dan thinks it's gonna be Stelle, but no, it wasn't this time.

My voice and memories would travel on the Astral Express forever. Literally forever. Stelle would love that so much… Me too.

I almost didn't have this idea. In the original draft, she was just going to tell Dan and he was gonna type it up. I only thought of the voice recording at the last minute, and I'm so glad I did. Stelle would love it. Even long after they're gone, Firefly's voice can still speak to passengers on the Astral Express. She'll never be forgotten.

And that's the end so far! Now that this is done, I really need to get going on this promised March side story, because I only have a tiny bit of it done. It's not going to be very long though. I actually have a lot more of Part 6 already done, because bits and pieces of that have been coming to me throughout Part 5. Anyway, look for March's story A New Path to start in the next few days. I'll post about it here when it's ready of course. For the very small audience reading all this, thank you for indulging my narcissism, and here's a sneak preview.

“But… butbutbut, what do I do?!” You stare at Dan Heng, waiting for an answer he doesn’t give. “Daaaaaan Heeeenggg, what! Do! I! Do?” “You spend all your time obsessing over being cute, but as soon as someone thinks you are…” He shakes his head. “Do whatever you want.” She thinks I’m cute??? Ohgodddd but she was so pretty! “But we’re only visiting for a couple weeks! I can’t do anything.” Saying it aloud brings you back down to ground. Right. Just a traveler passing through. I can’t get attached. I need to tell her tomorrow. With a sigh, you take out another roll. At least I got free bread.

“Another lovely show today, March,” Qiangwei says with a flawless smile as you enter the bakery. Your will wavers. She looks away for a moment, then adds, “You look adorable in that uniform.” Aeons help me, she really is flirting with me. She said I’m adorable. I’m finished. I’m dead. That’s it. Rest in peace, March 7th’s self-control. “Hehe~ Thanks,” you say, uncontrollably.

[pragerswoman]

Hey i was wondering if you could do something for lopez ja and brown? Maybe like a threesome with edging choking and breeding :D

A mission or fun?

Pairings: Lopez x brown x ja

Warnings: SMUT, (MDNI), NSFW

A/n: hey hope you enjoy this I had so much fun writing it ☺️

"You gotta be shitting me, Lopez," Ja said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Another recom mission in this godforsaken heat?"

Lopez, his skin glistening in the emerald glow of the Pandoran foliage, grinned. "What's the matter, can't handle a little jungle?"

Ja rolled his eyes. "It's not the jungle, it's the company," he quipped, nodding at Brown, who was busy adjusting his armor, not bothering to hide his smug smirk. Brown had earned his reputation as the biggest fuck boy in their squad, and he reveled in it.

As they ventured deeper into the dense Pandoran jungle, the tension between the men grew palpable. They had been on edge for weeks, living in the shadow of the giant, floating mountains. The air had moisture and the scent of exotic blooms, creating a heady cocktail that seemed to amplify their most primal instincts.

That night, in their makeshift camp, the usual banter took a sudden turn. Brown's eyes darted from Lopez to Ja and back again, a glint of mischief sparking in his gaze. He casually suggested they let off some steam. "You know, relieve some tension," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to resonate through the foliage.

Lopez's smile grew wider, his dark eyes twinkling with interest. "What did you have in mind?"

Brown's grin turned predatory as he sauntered over to his pack, pulling out a bottle of their strongest booze. "You know what I'm talking about," he murmured, pouring a generous serving into each of their cups. "A little something to make the night interesting."

Ja and Lopez exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between them. They had seen the way Brown had been eyeing them both, the subtle tension in their interactions taking on a new, electrifying charge. The alcohol burned a path down their throats, igniting a fire in their veins and loosening their inhibitions.

Without another word, the three men stripped off their armor and clothing, revealing their taut, sweat-slicked bodies. Brown was the first to make a move, his hand reaching out to trace the muscular contours of Lopez's chest. Lopez's breath hitched, and he leaned into the touch, his eyes never leaving Ja's. The air grew thick with anticipation, the hum of the jungle night a backdrop to their escalating desire.

It was then that they noticed Brown's piercing, a gleaming metal ring adorning the tip of his cock. It was a stark contrast to the ruggedness of their surroundings, a symbol of his rebellious spirit even in the most primal of moments. Lopez's gaze dropped to the intriguing piece of metal, and he felt a thrill of excitement rush through him. The sight of it was both intimidating and alluring, a promise of an experience he had never dared to explore.

Ja watched, his eyes widening slightly as Brown took charge. He licked his lips, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. He had never been with a man before, but the situation had an undeniable pull to it. Brown's hand slid down Lopez's chiseled abs, his fingertips dancing over the sensitive skin before reaching down to trace the tight, puckered opening of his asshole. Lopez's breathing grew ragged as Brown's thumb circled the ring, pressing gently.

Lopez reached for the bottle, taking a long swig before passing it to Ja. His hand trembled slightly as he held it out, the liquid sloshing in the bottle. He met Ja's eyes, a silent question hanging between them. With a nod, Ja took the bottle and drank, the fiery liquid searing his throat and setting his nerves alight. The alcohol had done its job, stripping away their last veneer of restraint.

Brown's hand moved from Lopez's abdomen to his own cock, stroking the velvety length with a practiced ease. His thumb played with the ring, watching the effect it had on the other two men. He knew he had them hooked, their eyes glued to his every move. He took a step closer to Lopez, his cock brushing against the other man's thigh. "You want a taste?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Lopez didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to lick the precum that beaded at the tip of Brown's shaft. Brown's breath hitched, his eyes rolling back as he felt the wet heat of Lopez's mouth envelop him. The sensation was exquisite, the edge of pain from the ring mixing with the pleasure.

Ja watched, his own cock stiffening at the sight of their intimate dance. He couldn't help but feel a little left out, his own desires raging. He knelt before Lopez, whose cock bobbed tantalizingly in front of him. Lopez's hand found its way to the back of Ja's head, guiding him closer. The taste of salt and sweat filled his mouth as he took the first tentative suck. Lopez's hips bucked slightly, and he moaned around Brown's cock.

Brown's strokes grew faster, his eyes locked on Lopez's reactions as he pushed the ring into his mouth, letting the metal press against his teeth. Lopez's eyes rolled back in his head, and he gagged slightly, his cock swelling even more in response to the choking sensation. 

But it was the sound of Ja's eager mouth on Lopez's cock that pushed Brown over the edge. He could feel Lopez's body tensing, his muscles tightening as he approached climax. With a snarl, Brown pulled out, the ring glinting in the firelight as he slapped Lopez's cheek. "Not yet," he growled, the anger in his voice barely contained. "You're going to make me cum first."

He grabbed Lopez by the neck, his grip tight enough to leave marks. He didn't care if it was too much; the only thing that mattered was the power, the control. He slammed Lopez to the ground, forcing him onto all fours. The leaves and dirt stuck to their bodies, adding a gritty reality to their carnally charged scene. Lopez's eyes watered, but he didn't protest, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.

Brown's cock was a blunt instrument of desire, pressing against Lopez's ass. He didn't bother with preparation, just the thrill of the moment. He slammed into him, the ring cutting through the air with a wet smack each time he withdrew. Lopez's body shuddered with each thrust, the pain mixing with pleasure in a delirious cocktail that had him panting and begging for more.

Ja watched, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch. He couldn't believe he was witnessing this, much less participating. He moved closer, his own cock throbbing with the need to be sheathed. Brown's grip on Lopez's neck tightened, and Lopez's eyes watered as he gasped for air. It was a display of power and dominance that was as terrifying as it was arousing.

Brown's strokes grew erratic, his eyes glazed with lust. He was close, so close, but he wanted to make it last. He knew Lopez was on the edge too, the way his body trembled and his cries grew more desperate. "Look at me," Brown ordered, his voice a harsh whisper. Lopez's gaze snapped to him, pupils blown wide with desire and pain. You're going to hold it until I say you can let go."

Lopez's eyes pleaded, but he knew better than to argue. He nodded, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Brown's grip on his neck eased slightly, allowing him to breathe better, but the pressure remained, a constant reminder of who was in charge. Brown began to pull out, the ring dragging along Lopez's sensitive channel, the anticipation of the next thrust making him squirm.

Meanwhile, Ja felt his own need growing unbearable. The sight of Brown dominating Lopez, the sounds of their skin slapping together, the scent of their mingled arousal in the thick, humid air—it all combined to create a maelstrom of desire within him. He couldn't help but think of breeding Brown, of feeling the other man's cock pulse inside him as he filled him with his seed. The thought was so vivid, so intense, that he could almost feel it happening.

With trembling hands, Ja reached out to touch Brown, stroking the firm muscles of his back as the rhythm of their fucking grew more urgent. Brown's eyes snapped to him, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. He didn't pull away, didn't stop his assault on Lopez. Instead, he ground back against Ja's touch, his breathing harsh and ragged. The invitation was clear.

Ja's cock was a desperate, pulsing ache between his legs, demanding release. He lined himself up with Brown's tight hole, the slickness of his precum making it easy to slide in. Brown's eyes rolled back, his moan a mix of pleasure and pain as Ja filled him, his cock sinking deep into the other man's welcoming warmth. Lopez watched, his own orgasm held at bay by Brown's firm grip, his eyes glazed with a mix of envy and excitement.

Ja began to thrust, his movements rough and needy. He had never felt anything so good, so right. Brown's body was like a perfect vessel for his desires, yielding to every push and pull. Brown's grip on Lopez's neck loosened further, his hands now clawing at the dirt as he was consumed by the sensation of being fucked by the newcomer. The ring on Brown's cock hit Lopez's prostate with each stroke, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body, making him quiver.

"You like that, don't you?" Brown grunted, his eyes locked onto Lopez's face. "You like watching me get fucked like a subby little bitch?"

Ja's thrusts grew more powerful, his hips snapping against Brown's firm ass as he drove into him with a fervor that was borderline vicious. The ring on Brown's cock slapped against Lopez's prostate, each hit sending him spiraling closer to the edge. Brown's breath was hot and ragged in his ear, his body a sweaty, quivering mass of need.

"Fuck, yes," Brown choked out, his voice strangled by the hand around his throat. "Make me your subby little bitch," he whined, the words sending a jolt of pure electricity through Ja's veins. The power dynamic was intoxicating, and Ja reveled in it, his strokes growing more erratic and desperate.

Brown's grip on Lopez's neck tightened once more, cutting off his air. Lopez's eyes rolled back, his body spasming as he edged closer and closer to the precipice. Brown could feel his own climax barreling towards him, a freight train of pleasure that he had no intention of stopping. "Now," he rasped, releasing Lopez's neck. "Now you can cum."

And cum he did. Lopez's body tensed, his cock pulsing as ropes of white-hot semen shot out, painting the jungle floor with their essence. The sight was overwhelming, the culmination of weeks of repressed tension and desire. Brown's own orgasm followed, his cock spurting deep inside Lopez, filling him with his seed. The feeling was primal, a claiming of sorts, and it sent a shiver down Ja's spine as he watched the intimate moment unfold.

Ja couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed into Brown, his hips moving in a frenzied dance as he chased his own release. Brown's ass was tight around him, clenching and releasing with every thrust, the ring still pulsing with the aftershocks of his own climax. It was all too much. With a guttural groan, Ja reached his peak, his cock swelling and releasing his load into Brown's welcoming depths.

But as he did, something unexpected happened. He felt a sudden jolt, a resistance that he hadn't anticipated. His cock knotted, a rare and intense response to the overwhelming pleasure. Brown's eyes went wide, a strangled sound escaping his throat as he felt the thick knot expand within him, locking them together. Lopez watched, his own climax forgotten as he took in the sight of the two men joined so intimately.

The sensation was like nothing Brown had ever felt before. His body stretched to accommodate the knot, the pressure bordering on painful. Yet, it was a pain that only served to heighten his pleasure, a fullness that was utterly consuming. He could feel the heat of Ja's cum deep inside him, a claiming that was as primal as it was shocking.

For a moment, the three men remained frozen, their breathing heavy and ragged. Then, with a gentle sigh, Brown collapsed onto Lopez, his body spent. The knot held them together, a physical manifestation of their newfound bond. Lopez wrapped his arms around Brown, his muscular embrace a comfort that none of them had ever experienced before. The warmth of their bodies melded together, the sticky mess of their passion smeared between them.

[lya-dustin]

Cupid kills with arrows

Chapter 14

Cw:nighterrors, graphic description of injury, blood, etc

Gif by @myfandomprompts

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @darylandbethfanforever9 @cljordan-imperium

It was an even day, now that she was with child, it did not matter what day it was.

“I love you.” The words come unbidden with a giggle.

He should say it back.

Instead, he pretends he didn’t freeze at those three words.

“Hmm?” He hums against the shoulder he had been kissing.

He hopes she doesn’t say it and they pretend it never happened.

It greatly helped that the journey back to Kingslanding would be much shorter thanks to Rhaenyra ordering the chains on the dragons be removed.

They’d leave on Vhagar tomorrow if Silverwing doesn’t appear.

They’ve gone out on a short flight to the islands surrounding Oldtown to make sure Vhagar doesn’t shake them off on the way home.

It helped Aemma was pregnant and Vhagar could smell him all over her.

The younger dragons allowed spouses and children to be passengers. Vhagar only allowed father to touch her, no doubt smelling Baelon Targaryen on him.

“I love you.” She repeats, turning to look at him so he knows she really means it.

He should say it back.

“I ---” it should be easy to say it, but he doesn’t no matter how much he tries.

There is a pause, a flash of hurt in her eyes and yet Aemma says this instead, “It is alright if you don’t say it back. It is too soon, I know.”

He is relieved by her answer and that she doesn’t pull away from him after and yet thinks is best if she were to leave alone on her dragon tomorrow.

And yet he is disappointed when Silverwing arrives just before dawn.

It is just a good precaution to have some armor on when riding a dragon.

A full suit with a great helm is best for battle, but a breastplate over padded leather is fine for now.

Aemond has kept asking her if the buckles on her armor are too tight even though she has not gained weight despite the amount of food heaped on her by those who know.

He made her see a maester after eating a dozen roses with honey thinking roses could kill her and the baby even though every damn thing Lady Tyrell ordered for tea the day before contained rose petals.

“I need you to tell me if you are finding it too taxing.” He says as if she were made of glass.

“I will, love.” she says finding his worry charming. If only his walls weren’t so high.

They pretend all is fine with them as they make last-minute inspections on their saddles before taking off.

Since only a select few have dragons, they must still travel at a slow pace.

Vhagar being the slowest, gets the honor of leaving first.

Silverwing being the one carrying Aemond’s wife gets to leave with them.

Rhaena decides to stay with the queen as it will allow her to remain in the same barge as Garmund.

Luckily Alicent doesn’t hate Rhaena and Rhaena is good company, so there won’t be any issues, the princess thinks.

Gives Aemma enough time to get Daemon to calm down before he kills the young man.

Gives Aemma enough time to actually talk to Aemond.

Does she actually get a chance to do that while up in the air for the next three hours? No, but that is not important.

For now.

Once they arrive at Cider Hall, she snaps up the chance the moment it comes.

It is when they are abed ---he refuses to fly through night as he cannot see very well and fears something might befall on her--- that she turns on her side to his annoyance.

“I like that you were raised to be fine with talking about your feelings, Aemee, but you should be patient with those of us who are not.” He said reading the motive in her eyes.

“I know, but I can’t help it.” She responds in her defense.

“But,” she concedes and reminds herself that love takes time, “I understand, we won’t speak about it until you feel ready, my love.”

He is plagued by nightmares about Driftmark.

Sometimes it is a worse thing than what actually happened, sometimes Rhaenyra has him tortured and other times it is his mother who is.

This time he dreams of a silvery haired girl who he knows is his daughter running to him bleeding and crying as she holds a rag to her left eye.

There is blood on her purple night dress, her thick curly hair and on his nightshirt as she hides her face in his stomach.

He calls for Aemma, but she is nowhere to be found as he is the only one trying to help the girl who begs him to help her.

“Let me see, sweetling,” he says carefully removing the rag and seeing a sapphire crudely shoved into her eye.

The little girl cries and tries to explain her predicament as he tries to make sense of it.

“She called us bastards.” Someone said.

Jace, sounds like him, not the young man he is now, but the nine-year-old boy who who’s knife ruined him forever.

The rest is a fucked-up encore of what happened after, in High Tide’s Great Hall.

“She should be sharply questioned so we may know where she learned such slander.” Rhaenyra demands as he shouts at her that the girl attacked so viciously is her own granddaughter, but it seems like no one hears him.

No one, not his parents, not his siblings, seem to know he is there begging for his daughter to be spared.

When he finally finds his wife, she runs in front of Daemon who’s drawn his knife to stop him.

Her belly is large with child, her nightgown the same one she was wearing tonight. It feels too real even though he knows this is all a dream.

The prince is covered in sweat and screaming her name when he wakes up.

“Shh, its alright. It was just a dream, it’s not real, jorrāeliarzus.” Aemma soothes him, not hesitating to hold him tightly and comforting him as if he were a child and she lets her because if she’s within touch he knows it wasn’t real. “It’s over, whatever you dreamt can’t hurt you.”

That was the thing, it could.

A parent would do anything to protect their child, his mother and Rhaenyra were not so different in that regard.

A child borne out of duty is never as loved as one born from love.

If a day comes where Rhaenyra has to choose, Aemond will kill her before she thinks about sacrificing Aemma to save her sons.

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

just found out that the jimmy solidarity ceo is in the same timezone as me, wild

anyways I wanna sort of talk a little bit about the hybrid features thing! Just because it's one of the only things I can talk about without Spoilers <3

So basically part of my vision is that wings, especially if they're bright in color like Jimmy's, will turn very Muted when on Red.

Instead of being bright and cheerful, they look sickly and dull. Same with Grian's to a similar extent!

With Ren, it's not so much a physical change as it would be a behavioral change, that would later morph into a physical change. Like watching a dog that's trained to be aggressive, slowly become more and more aggressive. Though, this takes a while to start happening, and if he gets out of the game early, the most you'll see is his fur become rougher.

With Cleo, I've been trying to figure out what I really wanna do. I kinda wanna do something with the whole corpse aspect? Like, the less lifes she has, the more lifeless(pun fully intended) she looks?

Idk, if you have any thoughts, I'd love to hear them!

Oh yo same time zone :0 so swag

And I was right that does sound cool as Hell. I love the idea of being able to visibly see someone's life force depleting as they get fewer and fewer loves and chances in the game. They get grey and look more sickly but they're not weak nor frail no in fact they're quite the opposite. Their outward appearance looks as tho they've got one foot in the grave but in all other aspects they're on hyperdrive and every one of their senses is on steroids like they're fighting tooth and nail to live because they are.

Jimmy's beautiful golden wings dull and become more of a muddy yellow. It's so grey and sickly any amount of blood staining them is the sharpest contrast on his body. Maybe his hybrid features are cranked up from some little songbird to a mf bird of prey. He grows talons and when he flies his wings don't make a sound. His vision is sharper, more calculated, and he can hear everything. It's honestly terrifying for anyone who gets to witness Jimmy on a red life.

Ren snarls and snaps at people more. His teeth get sharper and his claws grow longer and his hair fur is always bristled up. He growls and barks and bites and it is certainly not the Ren everyone knows. This is the Ren only seen on red, in death games. His fur gets thicker and more tangled - basically biological armor - and grows in places it usually wouldn't. He's more wolf than man now.

Maybe for Cleo the lower she gets on lives the more they get a craving for flesh/blood? Like normally she'd be grossed out by potentially eating their friends but when she's on red it's all they can think ab. It's her main driving factor to kill other players cause they're so hungry and can't control herself any longer. Maybe they also start actively rotting on red? I think that'd be a neat detail as well. You don't have to get super graphic w it but a few flies always following her and the smell coming off of them?? Could really do wonders :)

But this is just my own brainrot :)) no pressure to adopt them :D

[thenixkat]

Mina fed her tiger regular cat food when it was a cub. the fuck

yeah no I'm not including battle tiger ownership if I do fic for Kaiju no. 8. I'm gonna replace that shit with a big fuckin dog and put battle armor and proper ear protection on it, I dont care if she's a cat person I'm not writing animal abuse also the artist doesnt know how to draw tigers. Like one look at a reference would tell you that tigers have round pupils not slits b/c big cat agin just this tiger looks so bad its face is so small and pinched the fuck

the tiger attempts to defend its owner

stop making me look at this terribly drawn tiger. Also wow imagine if the tiger wore protective gear that could have helped a little

yeah also what the fuck do you mean that the tiger is a failed kaiju. how does that happen? What are kaiju? also so it's ok for Mina to own a regenerating psychic tiger?

again the anatomy is so fucking bad on that cat. The terrible anatomy doesnt matter as much for the kaiju since they're monsters but the tiger is supposed to look like a tiger and this shit looks bad

its just this didnt need to be a fucking tiger. the exotic pet ownership is distracting and also the artist is bad at drawing tigers

huh there's a lot inside of no9

there's hundreds of beings human and kaiju assimilated inside no9 Mina is fighting her hardest to not get absorbed again, Mina if yer friendship with Kafka matters so much to you why did you decide to blame him and freeze him out? And then didnt have any meaningful talks with him until he got outed as a kaiju after he joined?

Kafka gets there in time to keep Mina from getting digested Kafka thanks and pets the tiger for helping

do you know how distracting it is that no8's design is different from chapter to chapter and even panel to panel at times. Its so weird like why are his horns curving outwards again near the tips? what color are his spines? roll the die he's also gotten a lot smoother instead of how craggy he used to be and lankier but I'm willing to believe that folks just dont feed him since he also has abs now in human form its also been a lot of back to back fighting. like a lot

for multiple volumes with not much breaks from fighting i can see why folks would find it a slog after a point no9 thinks humans are interesting and confusing and enjoys learning about them

yer not gonna get good data if you assimilate/devour/and kill all humans

ok yeah no9's age of kaiju is just what he wants and not representing any other kaiju's desires but his own

maybe if yall communicated more it would have been easier for yall to trust eachother in a fight

ugh, i dont think a person should apologize for not being able to do something but whatever let's get through this fucking fights its been goin on forever at this point

ah one of Kafka's aces up his sleeve, letting his kaiju side run wild for a little while

off screen training to use the inner beast

not standing on a chair to intimidate a tall person

oh hey kafka's claws and side spines are back

also letting out his kaiju side more allows Kafka to get bigger which narrows the size difference a bit.

also no9 has figured out the nature of Kafka's kaiju

shitty dad, already digested, comes back to ruin no9's day like a case of the runs. Lowering the shield protecting its core so Kafka can kill it

when a mfer is supposed to be dead b/c you destroyed his core but he goes 'hey let's have a chat'

the mask of teh samurai ghost that Kafka spotted at the shrine in no9's memories

no9 met Kafka's kaiju b4

no9 said no you won I'm dead I just had some questions but apparently yer human side and kaiju side arent connected enough to answer them

mfer with a dying monologue

ah no9 was something worse's can

kafka's kaiju has beef with whatever was hiding inside of no9 specifically

not this fucking fight having yet another phase

a ye olden kaiju that caused disaster in the 1800s? that either kafka or his kaiju fought in a past life

we get no9's backstory

no9 found out it could kill humans and things spiraled from there

the new monster is also magic and can cut things it looks at

this boss fight refuses to end. Yay the very hard to beat kaiju can now look at things and chop them up from a distance and also has so many fucking eyes

so either Mina dies next chap or is saved by plot armor

and just wow just the serial escalation

like i dont think this story is gonna do well post this arc given just how far the mangaka decided to escalate shit. I dont think the writing has teh chops to recover from over escalating

[sciencestyled]

Biomimicry: When Mother Nature Becomes Your Art Teacher and Design Guru

Ladies, gentlemen, and anyone stuck in the multiverse of confusion that is this lecture, buckle up! Today, we're diving headfirst into the wild, wacky, and wonderfully weird world of biomimicry in art and design. Imagine if Picasso and Darwin had a love child, and that kid grew up watching The Simpsons while chugging energy drinks. That's where we're headed, folks! So grab your sketchpads, slap on your thinking caps, and let’s get weird.

First off, what in the name of Rick and Morty is biomimicry? Picture this: you're an artist or a designer (or just someone who doodles on the back of their math homework) and you're like, "Man, I wish I had some fresh ideas!" Enter Mother Nature, the OG influencer, dropping wisdom bombs like a Kardashian drops new product lines. Biomimicry is all about stealing—er, I mean, drawing inspiration from nature's most brilliant designs. Think honeycombs, spider webs, and other stuff you see when you're out pretending to exercise but really just taking selfies.

Take honeycombs, for instance. Bees, those tiny buzzing laborers of the sky, have been building these hexagonal havens for eons. It's like they cracked the code of efficiency while we were still figuring out how to not burn toast. These structures are stronger than a superhero's abs and more efficient than my grandma at a Black Friday sale. Artists and designers look at this and think, "Hey, what if I made something cool and sustainable like that?" And boom, biomimetic art is born!

Now, let's get into the nitty-gritty with a real-life example that’ll blow your socks off. Remember the Eden Project in the UK? No? Well, open another tab and Google it, I'll wait. It's like a giant bubble-wrap paradise but made by architects who clearly played too much Minecraft. The biomes are inspired by soap bubbles and use hexagonal structures just like our bee buddies. Not only does it look like something out of a sci-fi movie, but it's also super efficient in terms of energy use. Take that, flat Earth!

Speaking of efficiency, let's talk spider webs. Yes, those creepy-crawlies whose webs you walk into like an extra in a bad horror movie. Spider silk is stronger than steel and more flexible than a contortionist at Coachella. Designers have mimicked this in everything from bridge cables to body armor. Imagine wearing a jacket that can stop bullets and also catch flies. Okay, maybe not the flies part, but you get the idea. It’s like having Spider-Man's powers minus the radioactive spider bite and the tragic backstory.

Now, because we're all about learning science with art, let's dive into a bizarrely inventive project that you can totally steal—uh, I mean, be inspired by. Picture this: a building that breathes. No, I haven't been sniffing paint fumes; stay with me. Termites build mounds with a natural cooling system that would make any air conditioner cry with envy. By mimicking these mounds, architects have designed buildings that regulate temperature without using electricity. It’s like living inside a giant, eco-friendly lung. Spiderman meets HVAC engineer in the ultimate crossover episode.

But wait, there’s more! Let’s get real whacky with biomimetic fashion. You know how octopuses can change color and texture to blend into their surroundings? Imagine a dress that does the same thing. Heading to a job interview? Bam! It’s a power suit. Going clubbing? Boom! It’s a flashy neon outfit. Late for class? Zap! It’s pajamas. This isn’t just fashion; it’s fashion on steroids. Designers are already working on fabrics that can change properties on command, making the chameleon your new style icon.

And because I promised you an imaginative element, here’s one for the books: Biomimetic Art Project—The Self-Healing City. Imagine a city that repairs itself like Wolverine regenerates after a battle. Buildings inspired by the regenerative properties of starfish and certain plants that can grow back limbs. Picture this: you’re walking through downtown, and instead of finding a construction crew, you see buildings healing themselves after an earthquake. Skyscrapers made of materials that knit themselves back together like your grandma’s best quilt. It’s like living in a superhero universe where the city is the hero. Marvel, eat your heart out.

Now, before you all accuse me of having gone completely bonkers (which, let’s be real, happened a long time ago), let me wrap this up with a fun fact. Did you know that Velcro was inspired by burrs that stick to your clothes? Yeah, some guy got annoyed at these pesky things clinging to his pants and thought, "What if this was useful?" Boom, Velcro. Next time you’re ripping open a Velcro strap, remember you’re interacting with one of the greatest biomimetic inventions ever. And you thought nature was just pretty scenery!

In conclusion, biomimicry is like the ultimate cheat code for artists and designers. It’s taking notes from the ultimate playbook written by nature itself. Whether it’s the hexagonal genius of honeycombs, the super-strength of spider silk, or the adaptive brilliance of octopus skin, there’s a treasure trove of inspiration waiting to be tapped. So, go forth, my curious creators, and let nature’s weirdest, wildest designs fuel your next masterpiece. Just remember to give Mother Nature a shoutout in your acceptance speech.

Alright, class dismissed! Go create something that’ll make even a bee buzz with envy. And if you ever feel stuck, just remember: nature’s got your back, like a squirrel on Red Bull.

[incandescentia]

[INBOX] @jaakunxkaze said:

✿~~{please give me all the bits and pieces with your muses just so I can work up the courage to scream at you through discord}

send me a     ❛   ✿   ❜       and I’ll talk about our muses in some capacity  (headcanon or plot) // accepting!

First of all, thank you for the ask! I do really enjoy what we have so far, but of course we can go into more details about it 👀 (I'll just put them under the cut since it does get long)

The best muse(s) to get more into depth into is definitely Kasuga, since I have a good mix of both headcanon && canon to be incorporated into her characterization. Kasuga has always been a solo player in her professional work && tend to always feel left out no matter what (even in the Uesugi army, despite being a leader to its ninja corp) when her lord (Kenshin) isn't around. So, perhaps she couldn't really fit into the Fuuma clan but is more than happy to befriend a fellow kunoichi in the group. I think so far her interactions with Asuka made her much more willing to open up && socialize, but I think she could have a good potential interaction with either Shiori or Tsubaki! I kinda want a relationship where she gets teased on more, though, since it's easy to rile her up somewhat especially when her lord (positively) or Sasuke (negatively, but you know she is just really tsun tsun about him) is mentioned hahaha.

Then the other one is... Tsuyuko. Hoo boi this girl is a mess (affectionately). She lives past the Sengoku period so like our past interaction does establish that she does Not know the Fuumas personally && her knowledge is basically secondhand knowledge from folklore etc. Your muse(s) may instantly recognize her surname && she'll probably mess around saying like "oh yeah I'm his daughter/granddaughter" when that's definitely not the truth (if only the real Sasuke is in Chaldea lol) && she's more of a half-kitsune similar to Abe no Seimei. Her former master claims descent from Koji Kashin (who may or may not be the F/GO ver of the said person) but even that's like dubious to begin with... That said, Tsuyuko is always open for both professional alliance OR The Annoying One vs The One Who's Being Annoyed (true to her nature as a trickster) OR something akin to friends with benefits since she's... super carefree about it :^) Kotaro isn't her type though (she prefers men who are taller than her, ahem), but your other male muses might work with it! ^^

Meanwhile with Renge, I think she doesn't really think of herself as Tsunade but more of "someone who happens to borrow her power" so whenever she gets referred or being called by the name Tsunade she'll probably be like 'heh? oh right I guess I'm sharing a body with Tsunade-sama lol'. She's the muse I have less idea with but I'd like to try to wing it? To me, she's the type of muse who I'd like to figure out as the interaction goes. Throw me whatever you want with her, hehe.

Other historical figure that might interest you may include Tsuruhime and Megohime! They're not shinobis to begin with but they do live in Sengoku period and are renowned to each of their own. No particular idea so far, but Tsuruhime tend to be averse to how shinobi operates in general (since she's closer to a typical knight in shining armor personality wise) while Megohime has no strong opinion about them.

[pazodetrasalba]

Devotio

Dear Caroline:

I do believe your simulationist cult has been attempted, and not once, but a whole many times, as it would fit the definition of almost any religion I can think of. Definitions are always contentions, but what is closer to the core of religious practice than prayer, understood as the act of asking things from a being with superior power and the ability to make things so (there is also an interesting overlap with magic, which is similar but turns the words into a ritualist petition which cannot be disregarded)?

A priori, praying to our gods/simulators does not sound like a crazy idea, but based on the little to non existent evidence that prayer to any deity under any circumstances has gotten better responses than random chance, and the amount of time we've been at it, it is not something at which I'd risk betting my lifetime savings (and as a process, it is probably duller than just having a blast at a casino's Roulette). If our gods exist, they are cruel and cold ones.

Funnily enough, when I was younger I tried to thought myself a way out to God's apparent irresponsiveness to prayer, which went on something like this: when it does not alter his designs for the universe and the causal chains of necessity, and the person is really virtuous, God does always answer to prayers. It is just that because of his heavy investment in human freedom, he simply alters the universe ever so slightly such that the prayer gets the answer it deserves and nobody (not even the person who made it) is aware and conscious that the change has actually taken place.

Moving from ℂ to ℝ, from the imaginary to the real divinities that are the object of our worship and our devotions, they don't tend to listen to our orisons either, but at least we can believe that in theory they could respond to our appeals. In a way, I find myself in exactly the same predicament, building this haphazard virtual shrine to you and your memory, Caroline, and hoping that one day you'll read it and grant me the boon of a few minutes' conversation. When picturing you as a goddess for the golden idol in the inner chamber, Athena comes immediately to mind, although I can't really see you wearing her weeds of warlike armor. As per the famous sultry nymph photo, something more like Lady Galadriel would probably be more apt, and me, Gimli-like asking not so much for three golden hairs as for a chance of getting to know and talk to you, and of offering any help and support that is within my power to give.

Our word for 'devotion' comes from an ancient Roman ritual of extreme sacrifice in which the devotee offers himself to the chthonic gods in exchange for victory. Let me conclude for today with its Livian exemplification.

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The pontifex instructed him to don the toga praetexta, to veil his head and, with one hand held out from under his toga touching his chin, to stand on a spear laid under his feet and speak as follows: 'Janus, Jupiter, Mars Pater, Quirinus, Bellona, Lares, divine Novensiles, divine Indigetes, gods whose power extends over us and over our enemies, divine Manes, I pray to you, I revere you, I beg your favour and beseech you that you advance the strength and success of the Roman people … As I have pronounced in these words … I devote the legions and auxiliaries of the enemy along with myself, to the divine Manes and to Earth

Livy, Ab Urbe Condita, 8.9.6

[emperordeathsatan]

The attempt at sieging Elusia castle had not gone well. The army supporting The Divine Dragon was unprepared, disorganized, and ultimately lacking in the killer instinct that Elusia was known for. Even with the superior numbers of the 3 combined nations, ome of them being Brodia, the Divine Dragon Army was thoroughly permiated. They retreated while Elusia's army gave chase with the intention of capturing high-ranking officers to use as hostages.

Not all officers were used as hostages, some were treated to more unique humiliations, if they had survived at all. Jade was the most notable of all the captures that the elusians had collected on this very dark day. Etie and Panette would make fine sacrifices to Lord Sombron, before being twisted into corrupted creatures that strike back at their former allies, but Jade, Jade was special. Jade was to be taken to the four hounds themselves. She questioned why she had been given such treatment when she was simply a royal guard from Brodia, but she could tell her strength had something to do with it.

Jade's hands and feet were bound with chains, her head covered by a sack, her body having been stripped of armor and clothing after having been knocked unconscrious by a blow to the helmet, she was lead into a more open area by the minions of sombron. She questioned the concept of the corrupted being intelligent enough to take their enemies alive, but acknowledged there was precedent for it based on all the times she'd seen them operating ballistae. They left her alone, shutting the door behind her as an unseen figure removed the sack from her head. Jade found herself face to face with the worst hound of them all, Zephia. Her horns looked so much bigger up close. Jade could make out the other 3 hounds behind her. Zephia's look was one of confusion, not knowing why they had been brought a toy who's sculpting is not nearly as quality as they had anticipated.

"Ugh. You're not neary as big as they said you were." Zephia sighed.

"Does the size matter?" Griss chimed in.

"Bigger ones can take more punishment." Zephia's words wounded Griss, for he stood at only 5'6, yet considered himself a master of taking punishment.

"We already agreed that we'll go in order of strength right? Weakest gets to go first?" Griss got down to business. "I don't want to be interrupted once i get going." He giggled manically.

"Go ahead, just remember the rules." Marni explained. "Bare hands only, no magic and no weapons, that includes gauntlets."

Jade started to sweat. She could only imagine what her enemies were talking about, they spoke about her like an object, it brought a sense of innocent discomfort in her. Jade was terrified of the unspeakable horrors these brutal savages could commit against her, but she also felt embarrassed at being undressed and presented in front of them. She didn't know these people, she had barely made eye contact with a few of them on the battlefield but they clearly didn't care to remember her, she felt like the daily haul of a gem mine about to be divided by a gathering of nobles.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the impact of a fist against her stomach, a feeling she knew all too well from the early days of her knight's training. Being struck by an enemy was nothing like a training session, it was a sensation that made her blush as well as groan in agony. She bent over in pain, instinctively protecting herself from another blow.

"Oh no you don't." Marni grabbed her by the back of her arms and held her upright, for such a small girl, she was *strong*. "You're going to take these next few blows head-on, it's more fun that way." Marni snickered.

Griss felt a similar pain to Jade's moving through his knuckle. "Damn, that's good." He shook his hand to attempt to regain some of the feeling before winding up for another one. "Zephia seems to have been mislead, the prisoner's tough abs make for a great punch." Jade yelped as Griss delivered another jab. "And those screams! A girl as tough as this still reacts like any other when she gets roughed up." Griss had his fun with blow after blow, carressing Jade's face as he studied her expression after each punch. He mockingly squeezed her cheeks as he looked her in the eye. "Aww, can't take the heat? I'll stop punching you if you beg for it."

Jade's eyes lit up at the proposal. "I surrender!" She said without even thinking about it. "Please don't harm me anymore! I'll do whatever you say... I will co-operate with an interrogation if needed."

"Would you lick my boots if i told you to?" Griss inquired.

"Until they shined."

"That's a good girl." Griss held up his end of the bargain, leaving the defected soldier alone... only because it was no longer his turn to assault her. Zephia had the honor of going after him.

"You know, i'm not as big a fan of the actual torture as i am the idea of it, in practice it just gets really messy without much to gain out of it." Zephia struck Jade across the face with a slap that could be heard from Brodia. "I'm not going to damage my hands by using them to discipline this cretin, it's just not worth it." She walked away having only lightly assaulted the prisoner. Griss had barely gotten his pants off by the time it had been over, he wanted to jerk off to the show. "You make my cock said, Zephia." He snapped at her, she stuck her tongue out at him.

Mauvier didn't want to take his turn, but he knew that all hounds had to participate, it was needed for the glory of elusia, and to assure Sombron's will was being enacted. He followed in Griss' footsteps by smashing Jade's tummy with another blow, then quickly stepping away without a word. His small act of violence was atleast enough to give Griss some fap fuel.

Marni let Jade fall to the floor, limp, lifeless, like she had suffered a terrible wound and was going to be off the battlefield for months. Marni cracked her knuckles. "Get your staff ready, Mauvi, i'm about to do some damage to this bitch." She winded up her arm before socking Jade right in the center of her stomach. Something must've broke, because Jade had never felt pain like this in her entire life, neither lance nor sword compared to this war crime. Marni was decisively pleased with the bruise she had placed upon her prisoner's tummy, noting it's size and dark color as particular points of pride. The scene *really* got Griss going. "Wow! All that with one punch! Am i great or am i greater than great?" Marni jumped for joy.

Her next blow had to be more targeted, since they never wanted to wreck the beautiful appearance of a fine prisoner. She wanted to attack the face in particular so that was a real bummer, all she could get away with was a slap. "Meow! Look at the way her cheeks jiggle when you slap her! I never knew that spankings could be so much more fun when you hit them in the face instead of the ass!" Marni's childlike joy put Griss to shame, her laughter could not be contained, it pierced through Jade's ears like the ringing of a monumental bell. She would never forget that laughter.

Marn

[splatattackz]

if youll allow me to nerd a bit here, heres my understanding of the situation:

basically, etoiles and bbh discovered a bug with the sweep attack mechanic (or sweeping edge as its just been widely called). a mod conflict causes it to do tons more damage than it should.

aoe attacks SHOULD have a base attack of 0.3. this bug, however, cause it to have a base attack of upwards of 5!!!!! which is an insane increase!!! meaning the sweep attack is often times actually doing more damage than a direct hit from the sword. with slime armor, a sweep attack from a spatula (a joke weapon from a mod) was doing 5 HEARTS! WITH FULLY ENCHANTED SLIME ARMOR! so needless to say, it's ridiculous.

its to note this also does affect mobs since it affects aoe attacks and not just sweep attacks. any enemy or item that does aoe is affected by this increase.

i also heard that this conflict also turns the damage into flat damage, which just.. makes the situation SO MUCH WORSE. since the game takes it as flat damage, it ignores all resistance and armor points. so you dont get damaged slashed from the sweep attack, just the base. so that's why flippa died even with armor.

so with both those things, it's clear that tilin and flippas deaths were caused by a bug. that's why people are talking about the possibility of a return of some capacity, though i would NOT count on it. i fear the bugs have been caught too late to reverse the death, but this will prevent future deaths, and that's the most we can hope for.

tl;dr- bbh and etoiles found that sweeping edge is extremely bugged, and is that bug is why tilin and flippa died. but i wouldn't put complete faith on this discovery being why the two are revived ^^

(my info may not be totally correct, its 12 am lol and i joined stream halfway through the convo but im a nerd ab stuff like this)

Alright lads, I’m unable to watch any qsmp streams recently. Can someone give me a quick summary of why we’re entertaining the possibility of juanaflippa and tilin returning? I’m very hype for the fanfic this is gonna spawn but I’m very confused as to what’s happening