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Sylus x gn!streamer!Reader

Based on a prompt from @syluspen that took me WAY TOO LONG to get around to. This is actually a compilation of all the little things I started for it but never really finished. So, uh, enjoy

Warnings: fluff, silly, established relationship, video games

Word Count: 909

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The first time was an accident, really. He didn't realize you were in the middle of streaming for how quiet you were being and came in to ask you what you wanted for dinner.

From that point on, Sylus was the most anticipated part of every livestream.

You didn't mind it. You love your man, love that he chooses to interrupt even when he knows you are streaming just to bring you a drink or give you a quick kiss just to let you know he's home from "work". You're always a little worried someone will recognize him. Thankfully, no one has so far, and hopefully it stays that way.

The chat's screaming is your only warning before arms wrap around you from behind and Sylus's chin is resting on your shoulder. You lean back into him easily, beaming as you pause in your gaming, letting it sit on a dialogue box, waiting to be read.

"Did you just get home?"

"Mhm." He playfully brushes this side of your headphones back with his nose, exposing your ear and kissing your sideburn. "What are you playing?"

"Dream Daddy." You laugh at the odd look he gives you. You circle your mouse over your avatar in the corner. "Aren't I cute? Think you'd still date me if I look like this?"

He huffs a laugh. "Sweetie, if I would still date you if you were a worm, I would still date you if you were a guy."

The chat is zooming by quickly on the secondary monitor he bought you. A lot of people scream about him being "bisexual confirmed?!?!!" He pays them no mind.

"Is it a dating sim?" he asks.

You nod, turning your head to kiss his cheek. "Awe, guys, he's learning!"

"Any good dating options?" he asks playfully. "My current partner keeps teasing me; I may need to browse some new options."

You laugh and he chuckles by your ear, squeezing you tighter in ardent affection. You open up a browser to pull up a picture of all the love interests lined up. You explain each one to him while he listens patiently.

"Which one are you going for right now?"

"Guess."

He hums thoughtfully. "Robert?"

"Got it in one."

"Well, he's the most like me."

??? Is he a cryptid hunter too????

literally look nothin alike how tf

Istg this guy is in some shady business...

You flip back over to the game. He can tell now that one of the other love interests is who you're talking to. You turn your head so you can whisper in his ear. "You alright?"

He hums again with a small nod. "Just tired. Don't worry, sweetheart."

"Let me finish this up and we can go to bed, okay?" You kiss his cheek to cement your promise. He lifts his chin from your shoulder and kisses your forehead. "I'll only be a minute."

"Take your time." He kisses your forehead again for good measure. "Have fun, sweetie." His arms slide from their place around you as he heads toward the door.

-

Sylus loves watching you like this. Usually, he would wait somewhere else in a manor, tending to product for buyers or going over contracts. Tonight, however, you'd promised your viewers that you would play a horror game, and you needed him there in the room as moral support.

Which meant he got to tend to his guns (being off-camera as it were) and watch you panic over a haunted bear that wanted to kill you.

"Fuck fuck fuck, where's Bonnie?!" You jump with a startled cry, nearly flinging your headphones off from the fright. You lean back into your chair, hands on your head, as you read chat and try to calm your racing heart.

"You alright, sweetie?" he calls, trying to hide the amusement in his voice.

You're either too dazed to notice it or ignoring it altogether as you hum noncommittally. "The rabbit got me," you murmur.

The chats start flooding in out of nowhere. A few donations, a lot of screaming...

"Oh, I forgot to tell you guys that my partner is here for moral support." You giggle breathlessly. You look over at him with a smile. "They got jumpscared by your voice."

He chuckles. "I suppose I should be flattered to be on par with the monsters in your game."

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Headcanons:

He supports your streaming without hesitation

Top of the line monitors, ergonomic chairs, cat ear headphones - name it and it's yours

But he doesn't show up during your streams very often

Really you're the one who insisted he stay out of sight, given his work and the possibility that someone may just recognize him

He likes to play your livestreams in the background while he works

When you excitedly ramble to him about what happened later, he already knows, but he loves to hear it from you

If you mention craving something, he's there after a bit with exactly what you wanted, whether it's a drink or a snack

Understands completely if you don't want to eat on camera, and just saves it for you for after

Maybe sticks his head into the room to show you what he got, or messages you saying it's waiting on the table

Very very rarely is he ever in the room while you stream, but it does happen

He scared your viewers when he suddenly spoke up from the sidelines

They thought he broke in or something

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Relic - Pt. 18 "Universe"

PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Unnamed Ambiguous FMC

SUMMARY: This chapter is dedicated to the quantum spirits.

TAGS: Third person POV, she/her AFAB FMC, explicit sexual content, smut, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, Porn with Plot, Feyd-Rautha's black cum and big cock, Praise Kink, Body Worship, angst/hurt and comfort, drama, fluff, plans within plans, implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced abuse, Trauma, mentions of suicidal thoughts, Healing, Strangers to Lovers, falling in love, Vulnerable/ Emotional/Possessive Feyd, Feyd is a sweet baby who did nothing wrong and I WILL pamper him, nurture not nature, Stockholm Syndrome but in a consensual way, lucid dreaming, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism, murder, teaching the universe about feminism, female rage, Frank Herbert would frown, No actually he would kneel in front of me, putting the science and the porn in sci-fi, angst with a happy ending

WORD COUNT: 5k

A/N: It's a Christmas miracle! 🎄 The final chapter is ready just in time. And, my God, I'm so emotional about it 😭 It hurts to let it go.

After finishing this chapter, you might want to re-read a certain part of a certain other chapter, because of reasons 🤭

If there ever pops up a 19th "chapter", don't be surprised! If it happens, it's going to be a bit of art for this fic 💖💖💖

My biggest thank you goes to @/ClockworkSiren, once again, for beta reading this whole thing and letting me borrow our lovely babies Alyth and Michael and turn them into Lilia and Mikhail ❤️😭

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"So, this is it?" She gazes out the window, engines rumbling under their seats. "The Maldives of Giedi Prime?"

"What was that, darling?" Feyd's hand is heavy on her knee, the coolness of his wedding band seeping pleasantly through her gown. His bald head thuds softly against the back panel as he follows her gaze.

The black, oily waves of the svart valta lick at the pale coast of the peninsula below. White sand stretches between tall, chalky cliffs that stand out of the landscape like the unearthed bones of an ancient beast. According to her interface, they're still 150 meters above the ground.

"The Maldives," the relic mutters pensively. "They were an archipelago on Earth, a popular honeymoon destination. Never been there. They were flooded around the time I was born."

"Honeymoon," Feyd repeats the foreign word that lacks a proper translation in Galach, but with the individual words grafted together, it sounds cute. He likes it. "M'gonna drink your honey as soon as we touch down. Until the moon comes out?"

His wife snickers warmly and her breath fogs up the window. Feyd's hand slides to the inside of her thigh, squeezing the soft flesh above her knee.

"Not if I drink yours first," she teases, though her musing gaze remains on the lurid landscape below, abyssal wave hungrily trying to scorch the peninsula of Telkel. From the tasu aurinkosesti, they had flown east to reach one of the most remote Harkonnen settlements on Giedi Prime. Looking at the undulating mass of radiation, she wonders: "What color do you think it'd have under a yellow sun?"

"Don't know," Feyd hums. "You're the scientist. Green, maybe? Or brown."

He had explained to her earlier that the settlers had tried to reintroduce fish to the sea here in Telkel. The giant, corroding basins along the shore remain, but their filter systems have been shut off for decades. To cultivate fish that can not only survive but thrive in the heavily polluted waters would take some serious scientific effort that the late Baron Harkonnen didn't think promising enough to chip his budget for.

"We could have gone to Lankiveil," his woman briefly pouts, though her eyes betray her fascination as the village below increases in size. "I would die to dip my toes into an ocean without having them singed off. Or for some fresh air and a walk among pines. I never had much of that on Earth either."

Feyd hums, contorting his torso to press his cheek against hers as they both gaze out of the same window. Long, pale fingers play along her ribs. "The waters on Lankiveil would freeze your toes off, but… We'll go there," he promises with a low whisper. "Or any other planet you want. The universe is practically ours now." 

Practically. Perhaps after a week of writhing on top of each other in damp sheets, their thirst for revenge will return.

The conversation between Feyd and his brother after the ceremony had been brief, but Glossu had formally invited the both of them to Lankiveil, the snowy, tranquil home of Feyd's early childhood and a place full of emotional debris. But he would rather not elbow his way through the wreckage on their honeymoon.

The aircraft touches down on a bleak landing pad between low buildings that look like matchboxes among the unforgiving landscape. A small committee of a dozen Telkelis awaits the daunting visitors from Barony, their massive aircraft ink-black and shiny, factory new, among the dusty grey architecture and pale hills. The sharp wind of rotor blades makes the Telkelis' drab trousers whip around their legs.

Lilia quickly maneuvers to the other side of the passengers' cabin after prying the hem of her Lady's travel mantle out of Glugo's many finger-toes. The garment has the same functionality as her wedding down, but simpler and more practical.

"You'll get your plushies back when we're inside," the handmaid tries to soothe the wistfully glugging creature. "They're in the suitcase— Oh! Not that one."

But Glugo has already wrapped four out of eight hand-feet around the handle of Mikhail's personal suitcase that the guard had refused to deposit in the cargo department because old habits die hard. As a former resident of the slums of Ganpolis, he prefers to have his belongings where he can see them.

Feyd-Rautha clicks his tongue while Lilia helps his wife into the shiny mantle and gloves, concealing her from head to toes.

Outside, scalding wind carries the sound of distant, crashing waves and the scent of bitter salt. The relic has to hold onto her husband's arm as she sways on the iron footsteps of the aircraft. Behind them, guards spill out of the second cabin, half of them heading straight to the cargo compartment where her cryo pod is stored. She is quite like Mikhail in that regard. 

The committee bravely keeps a stoic face and  doesn't flinch at the disturbingly cute sight of an eight-arm-legged creature toiling away with a too heavy suitcase and refusing a desperate guard's help.

Leaning towards his wife, Mikhail whispers: "My chair's inside that thing!"

Feyd's nostrils flare as he struts towards the gathered dozen with heavy, leisured steps, clutching the hand of his wife. His other hand lifts to shield himself against the glaring sun and the tip of his thumb subconsciously slides against his ear where an inconspicuous black button pierces his antihelix. To the unsuspecting eye, it looks not too different from a regular transponder with an unconventional placement, but what it really contains is a tiny loudspeaker and a chip with just enough memory to run the script that detects the voice.

"Welcome to Telkel, my Lord, my Lady." The committee bends their knees and salutes. The clumsy tension in their limbs gives away that they didn't have to salute to authority often in their lives out here in the godforsaken wilderness.

"Thank you for having us."

If it weren't the young Baron's very own raspy drawl speaking, the Mayor of Telkel would have never believed that 'thank you' would be the first words coming out of Feyd's mouth. The Mayor's daughter had cried in the morning, certain that Feyd-Rautha would behead her father for something as mundane as the driveway to the villa being too crooked or the bad condition of the weather-beaten landing pad.

"It's an honor. The entire village is ecstatic, my Lord." Still hunkering down on one knee, the man's smooth brows suddenly shoot up in horror. "Congratulations!" He blurts. "On your marriage!" He'd meant to say this in the very beginning. Helplessly, his pale eyes snap from Baron to Baroness.

"Thank you," the Lady speaks from behind the curious veil and her voice sounds kind and human. "Why don't you stand up. Don't hurt your knees."

Feyd-Rautha casts a threatening glance at Mikhail, so the guard doesn't blurt out that 'the Lady could print y'all some chairs.'

The Mayor and his people shuffle, straightening their bodies into the sharp wind.

"Oh, my Lady, our knees and backs are used to it." The older man points a scarred thumb behind his shoulder, where the inkvine plantations are beyond the village border. This is how Telkel gets by now, hovering over the maws of poverty at the whims of Giedi Prime's rocky soil and erratic volcanoes.

The Lady lets out a sympathetic sound and the Mayor can't help himself. The next words just come tumbling out. "It'd be an honor to show you around the plantations and the old basins, if you'd like. Never seen them in action, but my father did. For a year or so, they had a relatively stable population of Tilapia in there."

"I'd love to see them. Actually, if I could have some water samples, maybe I could—"

"Not now, sweetling," Feyd's grating voice chastises and he squeezes his wife's gloved hand, compressing her wedding ring between her fingers. "The villa is prepared?"

"Yes, my Lord. The maids and workers you sent have been very thorough. Radiation-proof window panes, fresh paint. Even got some imported plants. My daughter picked them." The renovated villa is now considerably more homely than the Mayor's own residence. "Shall we head there?"

Despite its forlorn ugliness, the relic finds Telkel and its grey, flat buildings among chalky hills oddly charming. Even if she'll be covered from crown to toe in her lead-painted mantle, she swears she will go to the beach — if Feyd lets her out of the bedroom — and feel the sand underfoot, hear the massive waves trying to swallow the shore. Compared to Barony and the roiling industrial trenches that stretch across most of the northern hemisphere, this is a natural paradise.

"Guess we won't be seeing ya for a while, eh?" Mikhail leers, freshly painted teeth brilliant in the glaring sun as he leans lopsidedly against the grey pillar of the villa's roofed porch. Lilia harshly pinches his side, between the plates of his armor, but the apples of her cheeks round up with laughter. Sometimes it still scares her how openly her husband jests with Feyd-Rautha, a man who used to be known first and foremost for his quick blades and unstable outbursts.

The welcome committee has left them ten minutes ago and the guards currently come shuffling out of the building, having deposited the Baroness' priceless sarcophagus in the room adjacent to their honeymoon suite.

"You may join us for meals," Feyd concedes, grinning.

"Meals as in…?" Mikhail cocks a hairless brow.

"Oh, absolutely not!" The relic gasps and her guard breaks into raspy laughter, lungs expanding in crunchy hops.

"Dun' worry. I wouldn't share my woman anyways. Not even with you, m'Lord. Aight then, see ya in a week, eh?"

Wiry arms curl around Lilia's thighs and the scrawny guard hauls his wife quite easily over his shoulder. She calls him a prat between giggles, and a mongrel, but Mikhail already makes a sprinting beeline for Glugo who still stubbornly drags his suitcase down the freshly paved pathway to the guest house.

"They'll be fine," Feyd-Rautha soothes his wife's veiled, lingering glance. "Look at me." His gravelly timbre demands for her undivided attention and her eyes follow his magnetic pull.

Pale fingers sprawl across her sternum, urging her backwards. Even through the lead-painted layers, she feels his possessive touch singe her skin and bones. Unwittingly, her feet pass the threshold of their holiday abode and the door closes at her husband's back.

Inside, silence embraces them. This place is only for them, where they need to be nothing but lovers. Color provided by golden glow globes fades into Feyd's pallor, the softest notes of pink on cheeks and lips, and blue framed by dark blonde lashes. 

The building is brutalist in its arches and pillars, but less suffocating than the palace. The welcoming range of non-colors and sharp angles creates actual depth and contrast, not like the bulbous pyramid interior that reminds of  a termite burrow, or the innards of a giant insect. Bright daylight streams through the thick windows, fading into glowglobe haze.

Something about this place evokes… Nostalgia.

"You're blushing, husband," she teases, though her hammering heart under his palm betrays her own butterflies.

"Off with that thing." Feyd-Rautha has already mapped out the buckles that keep her mantle fastened and strips it off her frame quicker than she would have ever managed. Her gloves land on the same shiny pile and she hooks her bare fingers into Feyd's belt loops, turning her husband around his tall axis to walk him up the curved stairs. Those pretty eyes could eat her alive, oozing lust like blue honey.

Neither of them take note of the gentle, green fern that line the staircase in tasteful pots.

"Off with that thing." The woman's fingers glide under Feyd's lapels and over his smooth shoulders, slipping his ornamental jacket off his arms. The expensive garment flutters over the banister and he remains in a sleeveless tunic and trousers.

"So, now that you're my wife, will you stop taking that potion?" Feyd leers at her stomach once they've reached the top, his tone playful. The hand that lunges to smack him atop the head is one that he had predicted, and so he dodges it masterfully and dances behind her. Hard, strong arms curl around her middle, lifting her off the ground until she breaks into gasping giggles and demands to be let down with kicking feet. The hem of her gown slides up her shins.

Feyd grins, feeling the plushness of her breasts against his forearms. "What a rare pleasure to have you in a gown, my darling" he purrs.

"For this special occasion, I thought I might as well," she huffs with laughter, accepting her airborne fate.

"I like it. It's practical."

"Practical for you, not for me."

The garment is a classic cut worn by Harkonnen noblewomen, flattering and intricate in the way it curls around her bosom and hips in obsidian black, nothing like the stiff latex and see-through plastic of the former Baron's palace servants.

"Don't worry, you won't have to wear it for the rest of the week, my darling. You'll wear nothing but sweat and cum on your pretty skin. Or maybe some blood. I didn't bring a coffer full of toys for nothing."

"I hope some of them are for you."

"More than you'd think," he purrs, pink lips pressing against her neck. "And some of the blood will be mine."

"Oh? We could start now." The woman twists out of his grasp, turning and grasping his lapels. Her lips find the crescent scar on his clavicle, pretending to delve for a kiss when she really pinches the thin layer of skin over the bone between her teeth. Feyd grunts, shamelessly pressing his confined erection against her navel.

"Let's go, my darling." He seizes her hand, his whole universe, and opens the door.

🎶🎶🎶

"Look, doesn't this remind you of something?" His wife's voice whispers to him excitedly and Feyd-Rautha tilts his head, brows furrowed.

"What do you mean?"

"Look!" Her ringed hand slides out of his grip and he chases after it viscerally, nearly overwhelmed by the sudden discomfort of having no soft palm against his own. She shouldn't be slipping away from him at all on their honeymoon.

But then, recognition carves into him, serrated blades that tear his guts open with a monstrous sense of deja vu. His head spins as he advances into the room.

Feyd's feet step on polished parquet and his gaze swivels around, scanning the surroundings which he thought he would never see again. There are white curtains fluttering by the window, a king-sized bed carved out of white marble, a black comforter tucked around the mattress and blue pillows are lined up against the headboard. A real fern grows in a terracotta pot in the corner.

Horrified, Feyd's head snaps back to his woman, suddenly recognizing the  Harkonnen gown wrapped around her curves. He finds her eyes brimming with meaning. 

She clutches his wrist hard, nails digging into tender skin, and it is like some sense of frantic, mutual understanding settles upon wife and husband. Her features soften and she looks at him, seemingly confused.

"I don't recognize this place," he lies. His heart clamors like a captive beast.

"Me neither." She pulls her hand away and takes a step back, her cheeks hot and her head dizzy as the universe's mysterious gears rotate around them. But she masks it well.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?" Feyd rumbles, tracing his fingertips over the cool, smooth marble bedpost. It feels so real. It is real and always has been real.

"I don't know. I feel so awake." 

A flash of warmth blossoms in Feyd-Rautha's chest as he regards the woman he has seen so many times before, in visions and reality. Curiously, she moves around the light-flooded bedroom. Sunlight filters through the curtains, temporarily robbing her flesh of color. A frown decorates her brows and she turns back to face him. Years of comfort reside in the way she moves and Feyd chases after her with measured steps.

"What's your name?" He asks. She tells him only a forename, no House, because she has none, unfamiliar sounding, because the name was given to her 24,000 years ago. "I've never heard that name before," Feyd confesses, standing mere inches away from his wife. Her pretty face is craned upwards to meet the alluring gaze of his eyes. She would describe the color as baby blue. The prettiest shade in the world.

"And what's your name?" She breathes. No matter what this is, she has no reason to be nervous. It already happened.

He hesitates at that. Feyd-Rautha Rabban. But ultimately, he stays true to the script. "Feyd." 

The name sparks no judgment on the woman's features and he remembers the flood of immense, stupid relief and how he had concluded that there is probably more than one person in the universe named Feyd, that Harkonnens all look the same to foreigners. To talk to a person who only knows Feyd, not Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen had been his lifeline out of the gluttonous maws of death.

"Feyd," she repeats, suddenly giggling.

He too is in the mood for giggling, but he didn't giggle then, so he doesn't giggle now. Feyd leans an inch closer, eyes rapidly dancing across her mirthful face.

"Feyd as in you will fade away when I wake up?" She covers her mouth now, still laughing. Something compels him to laugh as well because all things considered, this is still a funny joke, even though neither of them will wake up. 

Or will they?

No. No, they won't.

The pressure against the apples of his cheeks doesn't feel so unfamiliar anymore, as the corners of his mouth lift into a wide grin. His lips part and what escapes him is a small haha.

Suddenly, the woman flinches and her smile drops. Perhaps she had the same thought as he did. She catches herself quickly and remembers: "Sorry! I just—"

"What? Oh, the black teeth? People usually find them very pretty where I'm from, desirable even.” Feyd closes his mouth. He's still unsure if laughter suits him, but his woman seems to like it. Always has.

"Oh, no, please keep laughing!" She wraps her hand around Feyd's wrist. So smooth, every part of him. She wants to curl against his body and rub her cheek against his pallid flesh. Even now, his features are still outlandish to her, strikingly pretty. The pale skin, so light that it almost looks translucent, the entirely bald head and lack of brows.

She should have always known that he's not a figment of her imagination, because she couldn't have imagined someone so pretty.

Encouraged by her touch, Feyd smiles once more and it has never been easier. It feels so good. He looks away from his woman who still holds his wrist and finds a mirror on the far wall. He looks foreign to himself, his cheeks not in the right place, but he's gotten more used to it.

"If I pinch you, will you wake up?" She teases, pinching his skin without waiting for his answer. She seems fascinated by the small blotch which decorates his wrist where she poked him with her nail, twisting and turning his wrist and hand like he's an interesting specimen. Of course she would look at him like that — his little scientist, life saver, love of his life.

Even though this is not a lucid dream, Feyd knows he doesn't have to worry about what he does, not with her. She has loved even the most unlovable parts of him. He feels compelled to do things he would have never done before her, such as dismantling the walls around his soul with laughter.

Even though this is not a lucid dream, she knows she doesn't have to worry about what she does, not with him. She also feels compelled to do things she would have never done before him. Such as getting married to the apocalyptic soundscape of an erupting volcano and adopting a lovely freak of immoral genetic engineering.

"So, Feyd…" She purrs his name like an exotic, amusing thing. "What would you like to do?"

Feyd pretends to be taken aback by the question, because no one ever used to ask him that. Not like that. "What would you like to do?" He coos, slinking closer with rolling gait and a small smirk on his serpentine features. He knows the way her pupils dilate well.

"There's a bed in the room, so…"

Feyd leers, smile turning wolfish. Yes, he will fuck his wife senseless. He might even fuck her so good that his own climax jostles him awake and out of whatever the fuck this bizarre simulation is. Which, upon second thought, would ruin his life.

She speaks again, moving her lips closer to his, pretty lashes lowering so they almost kiss her cheek bones "...So perhaps that means we should sleep."

Feyd acts baffled, then rumbles: "I won't sleep in my sleep."

"I meant sleeping with each other."

Of course she did. Feyd's hairless brows shoot up and something light flutters in his stomach when she starts giggling again, attempting to turn away as if suddenly bashful about her own words.

"To the bed, you confusing woman," he orders with a low growl and there is not even an ounce of resistance when his hands wrap around his wife's shoulders, nudging her backwards, so her knees bend around the mattress of their honeymoon bed and she sinks down.

Her husband's face hovers directly over her and she admires the dip of his cupid's bow and the soft curve of his jaws. So pretty. She reaches up and cups his cheek and the way his bone structure slots against her palms feels just right, always has.

Feyd pounces on her like a tiger and the strength and weight of the hard muscles concealed by a black tunic and slacks becomes evident. Heat pools into her abdomen instantly, caged under the man of and from her dreams who is made of flesh and blood, smells like it too. A familiar note of something leathery and metallic clings to him.

There is no need for a prelude, because they've loved each other a thousand times, in the past and the future. Feyd's lips kiss her decolletage before they find her throat and by the time they've found her lips, the hard ridge of his cock is pressed against her core which is only covered by the fabric of her dress, ridiculously easy to access.

Practical for him, as he said.

Why not, she thinks. It's not like the world is going to come collapsing down on them. Right?

Why not, he thinks. Even if the world comes collapsing down on them when they're done, it would be worth it.

Her hands curl around the back of his head gently and Feyd wants to weep at how soft her touch is, almost like she's worried of hurting him. He loves her nails in his scalp as much as he loves the loving dance of her fingertips.

She rolls her hips against his pelvis, ever amazed how hard his body is. A small grunt escapes her husband's mouth and mingles with the sloppy kiss which is all soft lips and saliva, leaving her open-mouthed and softly moaning for more as her core yearns for friction.

Feyd-Rautha is ever amazed by how soft and pliant her body is, breasts and stomach like a pillow for him to snuggle. And her little cunt is already grinding against his crotch. Under different circumstances, he might have had his fun right away, but that's his wife and her squirming hips are too tempting not to spoil her rotten before he fucks her. He reaches down, long fingers gliding up the curve of her thigh where the dress has pooled around her hips. Instinctively, her leg curls up higher, knee pressing against his ribs. Feyd works her underwear halfway off her rear, needing to get up to slide it off fully.

"If this is a lucid dream, I should be able to make myself wet with a thought," she muses as Feyd scoots down and freezes halfway, before he can settle down between her thighs, hard cock straining against his trousers.

The brief moment of hesitation is all it takes to throw him off the track of time that has carved its way through the universe.

"But it's not a lucid dream. They were visions all along, weren't they?" Feyd blurts, deviating from God's wicked script. For a moment, they both stare at each other in terror, as if expecting the universe to disintegrate and crush their souls into one smoldering singularity in space-time. 

But nothing happens.

Nothing at all.

The relic shuffles up slowly, tugging her dress down her legs and sitting back on her haunches.

"What is going on?" Feyd hisses, scared that the quantum spirits in the walls are listening. "What the fuck was that?"

He has never been so grateful to see the spark of knowledge in her eyes.

"That was our past, present and future."

"So, are we in a— a fucking time loop? Are we gonna wake up and go through hell again? Will I have to wait another eternity for the Guild to pluck you out of space?!"

"No!" She curls her arms around his shoulders and lays her forehead against his. No, my love… But it is a loop of sorts." Rapt fingertips glide slowly to the crescent scar on Feyd's pallid clavicle, inflicted by herself a few months back, first noticed by her 24,000 years ago, when Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was not even a spark among the stars. "We could have never ended up together if we hadn't already seen us be together in the past, but what we really saw back then was our future. Weren't we the greatest actors? We were so good, we convinced even ourselves."

The terrible, beautiful Ouroboros has finally come to devour its own, cosmic tail and a shudder of awe passes through the two souls who straddle the starry serpent's undulating neck. From the macroscopic cosmos to the microscopic one within their bodies, it makes even their molecules tremble, even the quantum particles that make up the endless void of every ounce of matter, every brain, every soul.

"But I messed it up," Feyd insists. "I said the wrong thing. Why didn't we see ourselves having this conversation during our first dream? Why didn't we wear our wedding rings then?"

"There's never just one future." She kisses him on the lips, stealing his anxious breath for but a moment.

"How many?"

"Many." The engineer laughs, hands trailing up Feyd's neck to cradle his jaws. Panic fades from his gaze and flows into blue-eyed petulance. "Are your scientists aware of the many-worlds-theory?"

"Do I look like I know?" Strong hands hold his wife's face in a gentle vise.

"In quantum physics, a particle always has two states at once until it is observed. Then, its waveform collapses and it becomes one of the two states. But what happens to the other state?" She pauses, closing her eyes. "It exists too, but in another world. That is the many-worlds-theory.

With every decision we make, every beat of a butterfly's wing, every quiver of a molecule brushing against another, a new world branches off. That makes a tree with infinite branches or a delta with infinite rivers, rolling onwards and onwards since the birth of the first atom. Among this… infinity—" Her breath shudders in trembling reverence. "—there are branches in which we said it just right, because we knew what to say. Branches in which we saw exactly this conversation, or never found each other at all."

"So, why are we in this one where every vision of us acting was aligned perfectly? How probable is that?"

"As probable as any other nexus of visions. One infinity can't be bigger or smaller than another." A small smile plays around her lips. "Some say, the entire universe in itself is a simulation. For all we know, we could just be figments of someone's imagination, or pixels on a computer screen. Perhaps it would have been a less exciting story to tell, if it happened any other way."

The relic briefly turns her head to look at you — yes, you — quantum spirit in the walls.

"And why us?"

She is so happy that her husband's spark for science has finally been ignited, even if just for a few heartbeats — or a few beats of a butterfly's wings.

"When I was with the Bene Gesserit, they called it prescience. They said it's genetic and that my genes allowed me to survive millennia in cryo sleep." She sighs with bitterness. "If my own family has an aberrant sequence in our DNA, we might as well be the ancestors of— of everyone versed in prescience."

And the cause for so much suffering. 

Feyd sees it in her eyes, that flame of intrigue followed by the need to explore and sink into the inland empire of her mind and the ancient technology that's fused with her, a place where he can't follow. So, he tilts her face upwards in both loving hands and kisses her hard before breaking away with a coy grin.

"Are you saying you're my great great great aunt?"

"Yeah!" She blurts out laughing. "I think I am."

Giggling, she goes back in, throws her arms around Feyd's neck and topples him on his back, tangling her legs with his like their threads of fate.

In their angry daydreams, they have pictured themselves in red and gold as the king and queen of a new, better empire, handing out guns and bombs to the revolution.

But in their hearts, they're just a girl and a boy. An astronaut lost in space and a man who has yet to discover his destiny beyond being the unwilling prince of a noble House.

From now on, their future is theirs, and despite all the rights and wrongs, it boils down to a single question.

What do they want? A war to make the universe anew as they see fit? Or maybe just a universe as big as they are. Maybe just—

Peace.

Caught in the riptide I was searching for the truth There was a reason I collided into you Calling your name in the midnight hour Reaching for you from the endless dream So many miles between us then Now you are always here with me Nobody knows (nobody knows) why (why) Nobody knows how, and This feeling begins just like a spark Tossing and turning inside of your heart Exploding in the dark Calling your name in the midnight hour Reaching for you from the endless dream So many miles between us then Now you are always here with me Oh, inside me I find my way Back to you, back to you Calling your name in the midnight hour Reaching for you from the endless dream So many miles between us then Now you are always here with me Two words In your hands, in your heart It′s one (whole) universe You are always here with me

- Here With Me (Two Worlds) by Susie Suh

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A/N: Thank you from the bottom of my heart for accompanying me on this writing journey ❤️ I'm a little heartbroken that it's over 😭 I had expected to be more relieved, but I'm actually so sad right now. Proud and happy but sad 😭 

If you enjoyed reading this labor of love of mine, please do let me know in a comment, if you can find the time 🫶🏻 No matter if you have or haven't commented before, I'm going to be so grateful about every thought, every reaction. Comments are genuinely the most rewarding thing when publishing my stories, much more so than hits and kudos, because fanfics (in my opinion) are to be relished and not consumed  🫶🏻

I'm not ready to say goodbye to the Dune universe. I have more stories in mind. The idea that I've been mulling over would be the largest, longest and most complex work that I've ever written. I'm talking about heavy world building, an entirely original planet and population, a much more depraved Feyd-Rautha and female protagonist. I've already been teetering at the border of an OC with the reader character in this one. For the next one, I would cross that line for the first time and go for an OC, make the FMC as fleshed out as Feyd is. The story would have a heavy emphasis on religion, corruption kink and cannibalism. It'd be a dove that's almost dead. Basically, all the world building would be my excuse to write deranged, blasphemous, messy smut. It definitely wouldn't be everyone's cup of tea. However, I wouldn't wanna start posting before I've written the entire thing, which might take a long time, so as not to put too much pressure on myself. Can't disappoint anyone if I'm only writing for myself for the time being ❤️

I also have a smutty F/M/M threesome oneshot cooking in my brain, one of the men being Feyd, the other being a surprise 🤭

Annndd I also have two other Feyd oneshots (that have been on ao3 for ages) to upload here, which I'll probably do within the next weeks.

If any of this sounds like something you'd enjoy, feel free to subscribe to me as an author on ao3 to receive email notifications, or follow me here on Tumblr 🫶🏻 I would be so happy to see you again, all of you 💕

[tingedautumn]

Every time an anti opens their big fat mouth, I think to myself, "What if Charlie is, in fact, the one who breaks Alastor free from his shackles? What if she's the one who grants him the freedom he craves more than anything, huh? What then?" Just to soothe myself.

entirely valid! and i was going to make a joke about something but then started thinking about charlie being the one to free alastor and i have to go lie down bc it's such a juxtaposition to alastor's entire worldview and prior interactions with other powerful beings. what if he was vulnerable. what if he was flayed open with his heart and soul and fears visible for all to see. what if charlie used her power to save him. what if he was waiting for the killing blow because that's all he's ever known, and charlie doesn't even think to hurt him - because that's not who she is, that's not what he loves her for. what if they were soulmates. what if i was crying on the floor.

[missycolorful]

dammit i miss qsmp

[olovemyworldisyou]

haven't seen anyone post about this but Sam Campbell on fisk!!!!!!

[coredrill]

realized that with gravion i can now remake this post but with the shows i personally like :]

[mythicraid]

[dove-da-birb]

Send to 10 other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep this going to make someone smile. ☆♥

Also got a few others;

This automatically applies to ALL of my mutuals. But thank you!!!

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[purple8cat]

I THOUGHT THIS PART FROM VNC CHAPTER 62 LOOKED FAMILIAR

i mean they're not. the exact same but they are very similar to each other!!

Also this could just be me but I feel like that these two have a lot of parallels. Break's family are the Rainsworths, who are not his biological family. Johann's family is Dante and Riche, who also not his biological family.

When someone they care about dies/gets threaten their first instinct is murder. When the Sinclairs died Break killed 116 people to bring them back, and when he thought Reim had been permanently dead he killed Fang. When Vanitas had threaten to kill Dante, Johann told him that he'll kill him if he meddles with his family.

Another thing they have in common is that there both, how do I put this, angry in some way/some point in their life? Break had been bitter and depress after returning from the Abyss but then learned to smile again because of Shelly. Johann... Okay, I can't say much about Johann because not much has been revealed about him yet BUT he definitely is sketchy!! With how the Dhampirs are treated it wouldn't be far off to say he would be angry at the world/society. He also has been shown to not like Noé much. Johann has also been shown to be very protective of Dante and Riche, so it's possible that he could've been similar to how Break had acted in the past, and now has something to live for and would do ANYTHING to protect it.

Another thing I'm just now realizing and probably should've brought up first but they have similar vibes/atmospheres. Though Johann is more flirtatious and Break is more... Weird. I guess. Eccentric, if you want a fancy word. They're also have this whole... How do I explain it? They're good at observing/analyzing things is I guess the best way to explain it?

I think I'm gonna stop there, there was something else I kind of wanted to talk about but I think it was a little bit of a stench fkdjgfjdf. I could be wrong about some of these, I didn't mean to write this much so basically all of it I wrote on a whim. Whatever my brain thought of I wrote down which resulted in this (which reading over it might be noticeable considering this post is kinda a mess kgjkfjgjfj). There's also the fact that some of the Johann stuff was just speculation, which could 100% be wrong. But I do think some of it I'm right about!!

[sapphire-drawings]

A friend of mine practically asked me if I'm still into dst since I haven't been posting as before I absolutely fucking am It's just that my brain is faster than my hands so I've not been satisfied with what I've drawn

Well... I like some stuff but I'm not posting them here (nor in the nsfw twitter)

[bitchthefuck1]

every time a new season of a Popular Show™ that I actually follow drops i'm newly reminded of how god awful 90% of the discourse on this site is

[pttucker]

Wait a second.

Dokja's still wearing his new face at the Gourmet Association banquet? Is it permanent?

Oh.

Oh Dokja.

I know the novel (or rather, Dokja) always plays it off as being a bit silly, but man you can see that the constant ugly comments are getting to him.

It was a little uncomfortable when nobody in the Industrial Complex even knew what Joonghyuk looked like and thus wouldn't call him out on "you're not as good looking as Yoo Joonghyuk" (rude) but Dokja still felt the need to change his face because "shouldn't I be handsome to be a revolutionary?" but that could still be played off as a precaution specifically because he's been called out before and also the guy was literally leaking stories so one more added onto him wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

But the fact that he's literally just made it his new face?

Oh Dokja.

I looked in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction. 「 Kim Dokja thought: It isn't better than Yoo Joonghyuk but isn't this decent? 」 Then Aileen finished the procedure and muttered, "It seems a bit better. Well, I don't know. Why is the impression so fuzzy…?" …I guess it was fine. My nose was slightly higher and my cheeks more taut… [Chapter 201]

"Isn't this decent." Was your original face not decent? 😭 And that's not even getting into the fact that he considers himself so ugly that "decent" is enough to satisfy him. 😭

Ugh and he's at least happy about his new looks (even though you don't need them Dokja!) and he's immediately shot down again and his satisfaction morphs to "well I guess it's fine." 😭

People remembered my outfit and cheered. I felt a bit sad that no one realized I had changed my face. [Chapter 201]

He was looking forward to people to finally say something nice about his looks. 😭

Man, we've come such a long way from the guy who read "Yoo Joonghyuk is devastatingly handsome" and thought "well I can probably get away with playing Yoo Joonghyuk."

It has been a cruel, cruel path downward.

I had never been interested in what I looked like since I graduated from high school. Then I thought about the reactions of the prophets when I pretended to be Yoo Joonghyuk and it seemed that I was ugly. I didn't think I was ugly when I took occasional selfies in the bathroom. [Chapter 97]

[goldentigerfestival]

Due to Tumblr's image per post limit, this is the continuation of my dub changes in Vesperia post.

Part 1.

Part 3.

Part 4.

(Other) GTF Favorites.

In the dub this was changed to "I guess I'll have to play by own rules", but this is actually supposed to be Yuri repeating what he told Flynn before he killed Ragou (of course since it has to do with Flynn in some manner they changed it 🤪). Basically, they changed him reflecting on his own words which I just really don't get why they'd change that since it's literally a callback.

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A break here because it's less directly a translation note and more a very large grievance of mine. I am also terrible at explaining things in only a bit of text, so... yeah.

See how much plot I skipped over here because nothing was heavily changed? This is what I mean when I say a LOT of it has to do with Flynn. A lot of the time when he's not around/saying anything/being talked to or about, the translation itself (barring Yuri's vocal tone, and Raven and Karol are much more lively in JP) is mostly on point with very few alterations (there are definitely some, but nothing really important in a lot of cases).

We go this long with things being pretty much fine (minimal changes and nothing important or glaring), but right as Flynn is brought back into the picture, things start going haywire with Yuri's dub again, only to eventually end up at the Nordopolica port scene that was completely botched and torn apart.

The thing is, I can understand why a person might not notice it if they've only played/heard the dub. Coming off of JP audio/context though, (at least for me) it comes off as "why did they make these changes that often paint him in a worse light", i.e. the tonal/contextual changes perceive him more negatively than the original, which I can't fathom why a loc team would do that unless it was intentional, which is a whole can of worms in itself (and again, especially when chunks of the translation are perfectly fine when he's not involved).

Whether or not it changed your personal perception of Flynn when dealing with him (at any point in the story) I don't know, but coming off the JP side, it feels like there was an intention/motivation to make Flynn be perceived more negatively (again, due to both tone/context). It's like Yuri was used as the vessel in the dub to create this negative vibe around Flynn as a character (or, in a sense, to make the player view him negatively through Yuri as the lens - the main character we're supposed to be rooting for), which also sucks doubly because they're supposed to be closer than that.

Again, I don't know what went on in that loc room, but I do know the original did not treat Flynn this harshly. Again! You may not notice it just from the dub by itself, or you may. What I'm saying is that, looking at all the original context and hearing the original audio, Flynn is treated completely differently (I'm not just talking about Yuri himself, but this sort of pull for the audience that the dub seems to have), and everything comes across for him as worse from the get go upon meeting him.

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As previously mentioned in the last post, if the subtitles just copied the exact same thing the dub said, I left them out as it defeats the purpose of these posts.

Would also like to preface this by saying this particular conversation was not particularly off the rails in what got changed. It's mainly just interesting things worth noting between the two versions.

I'd like to get a little more literal with this one. The dub kinda stuck flair into it (that imo takes away from how heavy the plain original sentence is), but Yuri more specifically says the law is always on the side of those in power. This is a bit different than saying the laws are tools of whoever happens to hold all the chips. I wouldn't say the localization here is necessarily wrong, but I find that it's more powerful to say the law is just an ally of people in power, because that's the truth of what they're going through.

Saying "all the chips" implies more that it's one person at the top (Alexei in this case). Not everyone in power can have "all the chips". The law can, though, be used to aid anyone in enough power to twist things.

That said, again, I don't think the dub's version is necessarily an incorrect thing to say (especially since Alexei does hold all the chips technically and is manipulating everything, but in the more literal JP sense it's not what's being said here), but I find that the implication of (current) law only existing to aid powerful people means more. It gives more of a variety to me in its meaning, and basically more properly conveys that laws are made by the powerful for the powerful. Hence, in this case, why Yuri isn't taking to the law. The current laws were not made for people like him, nor to defend people like him or the innocent civilians.

So this one is a bit trickier to translate into English, but essentially, what Yuri is saying here isn't about dying ("sorry you have to die today"), but rather sort of the inverse. He's basically saying, you would save their life only to tell them to just bear it (the suffering) for now and that [Flynn] will someday rectify the issue causing them to suffer.

In other words, he's basically telling Flynn he can't watch as people continue to get trampled over while [Flynn] works to fix things. Sort of like, you'll save their life but leave them to continue to bear/put up with the suffering in the meantime until things get better. You'll save their life, but they'll still continue to suffer while you're working to fix things.

For me this one holds more weight than the dub. "Go on hurting people" is a lot less extreme than hurting people until they die, which is what was at risk of happening in Mantaic. Yeah, of course he cares about the repetitive harm, but them being pushed around until they die is even worse, and he knows that's exactly how far this has all gone (and he saw it happen at Heliord, also with Cumore. Basically, Ragou and Cumore both saw others as nothing but playthings to be used until they die, which can further emphasize Yuri's decision to decide they needed to die because all they would ever do is continue causing innocent people to die).

Not too much of a change, but Yuri is mentioning how people will be oppressed by such villains, rather than victimized. Bit of a different meaning! You can be a victim, but it doesn't mean you're necessarily being oppressed.

This is Flynn's response to Yuri telling him, "I'm not choosing. I've already chosen" (to dirty his hands).

This is basically along the lines of "so this is how you do it?" This is a callback to Yuri saying he'll do things his own way (and this turning out to be his way). With the existing context I'd translate this to something like, "so this is your way of doing things?"

First one, just to note, is him just saying "you", which obviously sounds stupid in English, but it's more reflective of saying "you..." in response to Estelle saying she won't go back to the castle. It's sort of like saying "you... (won't even after this?)". They changed this to "hey...", which I'm guessing is because they weren't sure how to translate just "you". Personally, I'd just translate this to "you..." as a trailed off sentence (i.e. adding ellipses for proper language tone).

Second one is actually a really unfortunate loss that is trickier in translation. This is the same thing she says and does to him after they fight Zagi off at the castle (which is not the case in the dub between these two scenes).

Unfortunately this is partially because the term can technically be translated various ways (it doesn't literally mean "nice to meet you" as there's a completely different phrase for that, but this is often translated to that which is what happened in the dub). She was basically telling him at Zaphias to please take care of her (i.e. she was in his care to get out of the castle). He asked what she was holding her hand out for, to which she says "it means, please take care of me". More literally, it's asking for a favor (sometimes you'll see this translated as something like "looking forward to working with you" and so on. Again, various ways to translate it).

Here, she does the exact same thing she did back then when she tells him she won't be returning to the castle. She's telling him "it" (what she's doing, holding her hand out) means "please take care of me", i.e. she's once again in his care (or, again, also "looking forward to working with you" as in I plan to continue to work with you despite this), i.e. she will be continuing to travel with him, cementing that she truly means she's not going back and that him killing Ragou and Cumore isn't coloring her opinion on him. By telling him the exact thing she told when they were leaving the castle, she's telling him she's still entrusting her safety to him (despite knowing he's "a killer" now, in difference to that he wasn't back then).

Again, the dub changed this term when they met to "it means, nice to meet you". Not that I don't get why they did it and it still realistically makes sense (but Estelle in JP does not say はじめまして, i.e. hajimemashite, which is literally "nice to meet you", so the intention behind it was different and was possibly written with the intention of the later callback, which is meant to say Estelle is still entrusting her safety to someone who views himself as a killer and has actually killed. It's supposed to have more impact/weight to it, which is unfortunately lost in the dub).

I'd say it's more common that that phrase is translated that way, if only because in English, we don't usually use phrases like "please take care of me"/"I'm in your care/looking forward to working with you". In this case the dub change does make sense, and it's primarily an unfortunate loss of difference in language. She's basically telling Yuri that she still trusts him and the statement is (likely) meant to make him feel better.

Yuri uses slightly harsher language here, basically calling the decision to cut off the route unlikable, bad or even disgusting (versus who do they think they are).

As some of you know I've already made the Nordopolica port scene its own entire post because the dub was that fucking bad. It completely skewed the perspective of Yuri's real emotions and how hard the whole thing was hitting him. If you want to give it a read, I've detailed everything already so I won't be doing that in this post as well and am just linking it here.

For this post I just put what I found to be the most jarring, unnecessary and conversation-tone changing part in this scene contextually (as I obviously can't use vocal tone here, but that's why I linked the video!). To put it simply for this post, Yuri wants Flynn to answer him and is expressing that. He's not treating this conversation like he's got all the answers. He's not shoving it in Flynn's face that he isn't answering back. He wants him to. This isn't a one sided smackdown conversation. It's Yuri trying to get answers but also to get Flynn to see and understand that he can't be doing this. Meanwhile, Yuri's voice is cracking the longer he goes on talking (and his voice only cracks a few times in the whole game, but when it does, he's extremely emotional).

Here, Rita is fully siding with Yuri and expressing that basically, she doesn't think people would blame him/have a problem with it. It comes across a bit differently than her dub counterpart, which seems more detached and only based with reasoning. Like Estelle earlier, she's kind of sticking in a means of making Yuri feel better in her own way and expressing her trust in his decisions.

In the dub she says, "though the severity of the crime may differ, there's no such thing as someone suspected without cause". It doesn't hold the same weight imo, and I'm not sure why they added "severity of the crime", when Ragou and Cumore's crimes were both horrendous and murderous (they were just done in different ways, but they both would've resulted in death if Cumore's plans hadn't been stopped both times. Ragou's actions had already gotten people killed by the time he was found out).

Suspected with cause, sure, puts Yuri in the right, and I don't think this one is extremely out there or anything, but I definitely feel that the emotional attachment/trust aspect of it between Rita to Yuri was lost. Her wording here is more of a Rita way of trying to make him feel better.

The dub mentions Flynn using extreme measures, whereas here Yuri is calling it unlikable/unwanted/unpleasant/etc. It adds to how he's feeling about the situation, and how he's seeing Flynn progressively worsen his tactics and expressing that he doesn't like it. "Using extreme measures" doesn't have any emotional attachment or any personal opinion attached to it, which imo is partially the point here with the original text.

The dub goofed here. They had Patty ask if Don met him/Aifread somewhere recently, but they all know Aifread is "dead" and has been. She was supposed to be asking if she herself had met Don before, which is a hint to her being Aifread and having personally met Don before, hence her having this feeling she's already met him.

Don can't tell because she's a child now because of the curse (and it's possible if he thinks Aifread is a man that he never directly met Patty, instead having met Seifer, but Patty may have been there and saw Don herself at some point). This is why Don isn't sure if he's ever actually seen Patty before and can't say, versus the extremely odd "can't rightly say (if I've seen Aifread recently who we all know is and has been dead)".

Not sure why the dub changed this to him going after Karol when he specifically mentions going to where Don is, but... yeah, that happened.

Dub changed this too slightly. Not sure why other than they thought it sounded weird, but... it doesn't lol.

Raven calling Harry an idiot was changed to "like hell you are", and him saying goodbye was changed to "it's been fun". Minor changing, but I figured since a lot of this scene got altered in some way that I'd add these.

THIS one is the one I hate the most in this scene right next to them changing Yuri's dialogue. The dub changed this to him saying "Whitehorse", indicating a distance in their relationship and a power dynamic that still exists between them on Raven's end even in Don's final moments despite how close they are.

In the original they're on a first name basis in Don's final moments, and Don clearly doesn't care or feel offended by this, indicating closeness between them. Raven doesn't just respect Don, but sees him as a friend and a companion and is letting that be known so Don can at least hear that before he dies.

No idea why the dub changed that. Changing which name Raven uses here really changes the entire vibe of their dynamic, and not for the better.

All Yuri literally says is here "I'll do it" when Don asks for a second. He says nothing about honor in being the one to slice off Don's head, and saying that very much conflicts with how he feels after doing it. I get the feeling the dub was trying to go with the idea that it was honorable to help Don in his final moments, but I'm not so sure it's honorable to slice off the head of the most respected man in Dahngrest, and much less when it's weighing Yuri down afterward.

Yuri also gives a kind of resigned "I'll do it because nobody else is stepping up" voice. I get the feeling the dub wanted to try to make him sound cool here (and that really seems to be the general idea of what they were doing overall with Yuri), but if nothing else the scene itself was... very much opposite of cool.

This entire line got left out of the dub (or just replaced outright with the line about Patty) in the DE version and I'm not sure if that was a bug or not because it was present in the 360 version ("but what about Karol...?"), but basically in the dub Estelle goes from talking about Rita and Patty to Yuri saying "I said he'll be fine". Not really a translation issue, but I think it's possibly a bug/glitch in the dub that yeeted a line so I figured I'd add it here while passing by it.

Another case of the dub just adding random lines in for no reason. Really don't know why they did that here. She never said anything about that being weird and is only asking it in a "why would you say that" sense.

This is actually more along the lines of calling someone an idiot/a fool, but the dub just slapped on a "geez" and moved along, as it does (honestly not sure why the subtitler put that line here).

Here Yuri doesn't say her answer will "decide her fate". He just says depending on her answers that they may not be able to forgive her.

"Not very honest" was changed to "you're a slippery one" in the dub. Another instance of I'm not sure why they changed it, because at least to me they don't really mean the same thing? I guess in a sense they could, but it's still a weird change to me.

While this is a bit of a smaller case, it's little things like these that add up with Yuri. Here he's not saying he doesn't want to disappoint Phaeroh if he wants to fight, he's just saying if he's going to do it (fight them), then it can't be helped (implying they will fight back). The dub tends to stick in a lot more aggressive attitude with Yuri and make him way more pushy than he is.

Part of this also sort of includes my opinion but this is also my blog and I want to talk about it.

Here Karol was saying Yuri needs to be punished too for the guild. The dub pointedly leaves his awkward agreement out and just has him say "well..." as if he doesn't agree with it and/or is just going along with it not to argue. Here, Yuri is basically saying "w-well, yeah" or "w-well yeah, I guess". In other words, he understands Karol's reasoning and sees why Karol thinks he should be punished with himself and Judith. He may not like it, but he can see where he's coming from.

Leaving out his agreement just makes it sounds like he's no good at taking responsibility or understanding someone's reasons for him needing to be punished (which is now a running theme for him, since in the original he also was understanding about Flynn's response at Nor to his smalltime crimes, which the dub also made him sound annoyed about instead of understanding). It comes across as part of this aggressive, attitude driven demeanor he has in the dub, as if it makes no sense to punish him when he's done things for the good of others (which does not fit his character all and he's willing to take responsibility for everything he's done, but in the dub, suddenly not this? When it's about their guild?)... when Judith was doing exactly the same thing, and yet he was saying earlier to Karol that even though she did that, she did break their guild laws, i.e. it was for the good of others, but she still did it so they need to figure out what to do with her. Both of them were doing things for the sakes of others and not telling anyone about it, and Karol is punishing them equally for it.

Simply having "well..." gives off this vibe of "well I don't agree but I don't want to argue either", but imo the tone also gives off this vibe of "but also I kinda do want to argue it", versus his actual admittance/acceptance done in a way that's actually fitting to his character.

Yuri doesn't say Karol is full of surprises, he outright calls him amazing.

You could also read this as "this is kind of a strange place, isn't it". The dub, uh, changed this to "Man... this is amazing!". Yeah. I don't fuckin' know, guys.

Continuing in the next part due to the image limit!

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Would you like an egg in this trying time?

This is cavegg01.

You may recognize it from the first set of rooms in Artaria, particularly where the counterattack tutorial takes place. This is a muzby egg, and it's the vessel from which muzby grubs are born into the world.

You can see muzby eggs in the background of the tutorial itself. In this shot, they're in the background below the muzzle of Samus' arm cannon.

But that's not all: there's a cavegg02, and—get this—it features two eggs. The smaller one's a bit dented on top, but we pay that no mind: this is a background asset, so we wouldn't notice that during normal gameplay.

Something interesting to note is that the egg models are hollow, likely to save space on the cartridge or to give the game less to render, allowing those cutscene transitions between maps to end quicker.

Wham, double feature! You thought I'd show you the eggs, but not the babies inside them? Nay! Muzbabies be upon you!

The grubs are orange, and their bodies grow pink near the extremities. It has a tiny head, dark pink in coloration, and mandibular structures that remind me of the grubs of real-life goliath beetles. They appear to lack eyes.

When Samus approaches the grubs, they hide behind their large forelegs. Adorable! And smart. These grubbies aren't being eaten today!

The model for this creature is called bigfistgrub. Its textures are simply labeled with "grub". "bigfist" is the internal name for the muzby, which is featured in this article on the official website for Metroid Dread (The website is now down, but fortunately, the Wayback Machine and Wikitroid have our backs!). Given that these babies are called grubs, I'd wager they pupate at some point during their life cycle, transforming into the lumbering pink pals we see in Artaria.

Speaking of Muzby...

That's right! Triple whammy.

Of the humble Muzby, MercurySteam says:

Muzby This terrestrial creature with heavy arms is one of the larger lifeforms on Artaria. It drags its arms behind as it walks. Because it dwells and has evolved in darkness, a Muzby doesn’t have the equivalent to a face. It has tough, rugged skin and high endurance, so high-powered attacks like the Missile or Charge Beam are effective. Samus can also slide between its legs when it lifts its arms to attack.

Muzby may not have a "real" face, but it does appear to have little mouth parts with mandibles in the front. Given the developers' description, I'd hazard a guess and say the muzby is blind. If those spots on its face aren't proper eyes, they may be sensory organs of a different stripe. Perhaps they process olfactory information, or sense heat. Maybe they exist to fool other creatures into thinking the muzby can see them when approached from this end, like eyespots on the wings of the Polyphemus moth?

The muzby also has nubby feelers atop this segment of the body. Perhaps the muzby uses them to sense vibrations in the environment, or maybe these organs release pheromones. Who knows!

The muzby has two huge arms on one end of its body, and a pair of smaller limbs on the other. It carries two pairs of even shorter arms behind the mid-sized set: you can see them curled up behind the animal's small "head".

The article says the muzby has a tough hide, and its exterior certainly doesn't appear to be overly chitinous. The muzby reminds me of a soft-shelled crab in this respect, especially considering the layout of the underbelly.

In-game, the muzby attacks by turning so that its large arms are facing the threat, then rearing up on its hind legs, slamming its big meaty appendages down on the opponent. It doesn't seem to have any trouble navigating in either direction.

Muzby: a beautiful creature with very cute babies!

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I'm gonna be honest- I don't really understand Shun/Alice shipping. I mean, I like playing with it as a one-sided thing from Shun, but I do not think they have any chemistry. In the same vein, I really dislike Dan/Runo. That is to say, I'm probably one of the very few Dan/Alice shippers, which has the added bonus of also being Dan/Masquerade shipping. I cannot see a ship working for Alice if Masquerade can't also tolerate the person, and the only person he would tolerate is Dan. Dan is also the most accepting of this whole mess. Meanwhile Shun literally drove her to run away.