#i just want to vent my frustration with this route

[zhoras-bitch]

The problem with Kamal in KFS to me is that in another story I would be all over him. He fits my type to a T, I always love the sweet protective gentle giant trope. And RC hasn't really done an LI like that yet, so my excitement should be through the roof right now.

But I cannot stand the way Remy writes his romance. Whyyy does she have to remind me time and time again that he knew MC as a kid and has only seen her like that until very recently. The comments of him realising how mature Devi has become and how much she's grown and how she's a woman now like uuuugh. I know what she is trying to do here, but it's only achieving the effect of making me feel icky.

[waywardsalt]

tag rant but man i fuckin hate the new direction for loz

[cece693]

Where's The Trust? Pt. 2

pairing: bucky barnes x male reader tags: steve really is an asshole, bucky trying to gain forgiveness, you are bitter as fuck, the avengers are conflicted, Tony taking matters into their own hands, good bro Tony, was gonna end it here but a reconciliation is in order, part 3 if wanted

It had been weeks since that horrible confrontation—weeks since you’d walked out on Bucky, burning with betrayal and heartbreak. And in that time, your anger had crystallized into a cold, vicious wall that no one—least of all Bucky—could penetrate.

Bucky tried. God, did he try. He sought you out in every corridor of the Avengers Compound, cornering you near the training gym, waiting for you outside the labs, even tentatively stopping by your quarters. But no matter how or where he approached, you shut him down with biting words or frosty glares. Sometimes you wouldn’t even look at him; you’d just shoulder past, exuding the kind of scorn that made everyone around you flinch.

You became, in Tony’s words, “the biggest asshole known to man.” Normally affable and considerate, you were now short-tempered, dismissive, and cold as ice. You brushed off team bonding sessions, training spars, even the usual group movie nights if he or Steve were in attendance. The rest of the team was confused, to say the least. After all, you and Bucky had been the golden couple—two people whose trust and loyalty seemed unshakeable. Now, you were outright hostile, and Bucky looked like a hollow shell of the man they once knew. No one knew the details of what went wrong; no one dared pry into the tinderbox of your anger.

Steve, in the meantime, tried to exploit the widening chasm between you and Bucky. “You need to move on,” he murmured one day in the gym, while Bucky had been pounding at the super-soldier-enforced punching bags, trying—and failing—to vent his frustration in a healthier way. “They’re never going to forgive you, Buck. Maybe it’s time you—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” Bucky snapped, punching the bag off the chain and sending it skittering across the room. Sweat dripped down his face, but his eyes blazed colder than ice.

“I’m just saying,” Steve continued, stepping closer, “maybe we can find comfort in each oth—”

Bucky nearly flew at him, fists clenched. “Comfort?” he snarled, voice trembling with rage. “Don’t you dare talk to me about comfort, you self-serving bastard. You think you can just swoop in when I’m at my lowest and pick up the pieces? You destroyed everything!” His voice echoed off the empty gym walls, making Steve flinch. The blonde raised both hands, palms out, but Bucky didn’t let him speak again.

“You ruined my life—my relationship—so you could chase some pathetic fantasy that we were meant to be. Let me spell it out for you, Rogers: I don't love you nor do I want anything to do with you. Whatever we had is gone, dead. You come near me with that bullshit again, and I swear I’ll make you regret it.” A tense silence fell. Steve swallowed hard, eyes flicking with hurt, but Bucky stormed off before he could respond. From that moment on, any semblance of friendship between them was shattered.

The tension rose within the team so much that it was Tony—yes, the man who normally avoided confrontation like the plague—who finally mustered the nerve to corner you about what happened with Barnes. He cornered you in one of the compound’s smaller lounges, a glass-walled room where you wouldn’t have an easy escape route. You glowered at him the moment he closed the door, already anticipating the lecture you didn’t want.

“Look,” Tony said, raising both hands in mock surrender, “I get it—you’re in a Bad Mood with capital letters. Usually, I’d say that’s none of my business, but this is starting to affect mission readiness. And that is my business. So talk.”

You folded your arms, lips pressed in a tight line. “There’s nothing to say, Tony.”

“Right. Because you and your ex–mister perfect soldier just decided to stop talking and run around with matching doom-and-gloom expressions for fun.” Tony snorted, crossing his arms in return. “Come on, I’m not asking for graphic details. Just enough to, you know, keep the team from imploding. And—” He hesitated, then added more softly, “I’m worried about you.”

Your chest tightened. You hadn’t heard that tone from him in a while—an undercurrent of genuine concern rather than sarcastic deflection. It reminded you, painfully, that once upon a time you and Tony had been…well, something. Not precisely soulmates, but definitely more than friends. A messy tangle of mutual respect, attraction, and comfort that had eventually fizzled out amicably. And while your heart now belonged to Bucky (or did, anyway), you still had a lingering fondness for Tony that was tough to ignore.

You exhaled a shaky breath, your anger and sorrow warring behind your eyes. “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine.”

His eyebrows lifted, and he gave a half-laugh. “Yeah, sure. And I’m the poster boy for healthy coping mechanisms.” Then his expression sobered. “(Y/N), please. Level with me. Something major happened, and if it keeps escalating, it’s not just you and Bucky who’ll suffer—it could jeopardize missions, our safety…everything.”

You closed your eyes. For a moment, your lips pressed into a thin, trembling line. You were so damn tired—tired of carrying all this anger, tired of everyone tiptoeing around you, tired of Bucky’s hollow stares. Part of you wanted to hold everything in. Another part was on the verge of bursting. And Tony…Tony was the one person who might actually understand. Hell, he’d seen you at your worst and never once thrown it back in your face.

Your eyes snapped open, and you found yourself speaking before you could lose your nerve. “He lied, Tony. Bucky lied to me. We were serious, and he never bothered to tell me about him and Steve. They used to…be together. And then I caught them kissing. I—” Your voice cracked, and you had to breathe through the sudden surge of raw pain. “I don’t know who started it. Bucky swears it was Steve, but I— I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

Tony’s face flickered with surprise, quickly followed by something like sympathy. “Steve and Bucky…” he muttered, rubbing his chin. “Wow, okay. That’s a new one for me.”

You snorted, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Yeah, well, apparently it wasn’t new for them. They’d had some fling back in the day, never told me, and now I’m the idiot left wondering if he ever really gave it up, or if I was just—just some stand-in.”

You could feel the tears welling up, which only made your anger twist into something more acidic. Dammit, you hated crying in front of others, especially Tony. But the betrayal still burned, and it wasn’t going away. Tony watched you carefully. “Hey,” he said softly, shifting closer. “You can be mad, y’know. You can feel every bit of this. You’re not wrong for it.”

His words—simple validation—threatened to break the floodgates. Despite the resentment swirling in your gut, you felt a small pocket of relief that he hadn’t brushed you off or told you to “get over it.” In fact, he looked unexpectedly sympathetic. “Doesn’t make it hurt any less,” you muttered, wiping angrily at your eyes.

“No,” Tony agreed, “it doesn’t. But sometimes we need the hurt. We need to acknowledge it before it can heal—or before we can figure out if it’s even worth healing.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Trust me, I know a thing or two about screwing up relationships.”

A tired laugh escaped you. “I remember.”

“Har har.” He rolled his eyes. “Look, I’m not defending Barnes’ secrecy—dumb move on his part, no question. But from what I’ve seen, the guy worships the ground you walk on. He’s miserable without you.”

“Well, he should’ve thought about that before he lied to me.” Your voice wavered between fury and sorrow. “I can’t just pretend everything’s okay.”

"And you shouldn't, (Y/N), but if there's one thing I know is that love is tougher than the shit we throw at it. If you're still this mad at him, it means a part of you still cares because if you didn't, you'd be indifferent. Anger is a sign there's something worth being angry over, you know?"

You stared at him, that sentiment rocking through you. You’d been so caught up in the betrayal, you hadn’t stopped to think about what your anger truly meant. If you truly wanted Bucky out of your life, why did the mere thought of him push your heart into overdrive?

“God, I hate that you’re making sense,” you mumbled, sniffing.

Tony quirked a small smile. “Don’t tell anyone. I’ve got a rep to maintain.”

You barked a watery laugh, your shoulders sagging. The relief of finally talking to someone—really talking—felt like a weight lifting, even if just a little. “So what now?” you asked, voice quiet. “I can’t just snap my fingers and fix this. Every time I see him, I remember— remember them together.”

He nodded. “I hear you. I’m not saying you have to forgive him tomorrow. But maybe give yourself some breathing room. Let the anger settle a bit. Once the rage isn’t so blinding, maybe you can see if there’s anything to salvage—any explanation that doesn’t make you want to throttle him.” He paused, then added wryly, “And, well, if you can’t salvage it, at least you’ll know you tried.”

A weighted silence lingered. You exhaled slowly, struggling to keep your emotions in check. Finally, you lifted your gaze to Tony’s, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “When did you become the voice of reason?”

He patted your shoulder. “Probably around the time I decided I actually give a damn about the people on this team. Don’t spread it around.” Despite yourself, you laughed again—hoarsely, but genuinely. It was the first time in weeks you’d felt anything close to lightness. Tony gave you a half-smile, pressing a small handkerchief into your hand. You recognized it as one of his showier accessories, printed with tiny Iron Man helmets.

“Here,” he said. “Use it to dab away those tears before someone catches on that you still have a heart.”

You rolled your eyes but accepted it gratefully, wiping the dampness from your cheeks. “Thanks, Tony,” you murmured. “For listening. For everything.”

He shrugged in that trademark Stark way—casual but genuine. “Anytime, (Y/N). Just don’t go ballistic on me if I try to get you two in the same room. I’m not saying I will, but, you know…hypotheticals.”

You shot him a half-hearted glare, tempered by a ghost of a smile. “Don’t push your luck.”

He grinned. “Noted.”

With that, he opened the lounge door, allowing you to slip back into the compound’s corridors. But somehow, the air felt a fraction less suffocating—and for the first time in weeks, you dared to consider the possibility that, maybe, healing wasn’t entirely off the table.

[botboots]

Saw that your requests were open so what about TFP cons with an adorkable teen human reader? A really close friend (the emotional support bundle of joy™) that is really artistic, kind, understanding and just a pure cinnamon roll, what would be the bots reaction to the lil' human? Optimus, Ratchet,Bulkhead, Arcee, BB, and if you do the kids then the kids. If not the other bots, stay safe!

im back!! so sorry for the long ass wait, had so much going on in my life recently (graduating, going back home, etc.) but hopefully i'll be back to posting somewhat regularly! tysm for the continuous support :] love seeing the notifs pop up every day this is one of the first asks in my inbox (and i completely forgot that the prompt said reader was part of the cons... whoops) and i've wanted to get it done for a while now! have so many more to get through but will get them done eventually - this isn't the best but its cute <3 and you can 100% tell who my favs are lmao warnings: none word count: 939 (GN reader)

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Optimus:

he finds your outlook on things is a nice change of pace compared to the more pessimistic views that some members of the team can have at times

values your compassion greatly, often turning to you as a confidant over the time you’ve gotten to know each other. a mission went wrong and he’s putting all the blame on himself? you’re there to reassure him in a heartbeat, reminding him that he did his best and there’s always another chance; you keep him grounded

has an innate interest in art and writing - he used to be an archivist, after all

so he enjoys watching you indulge in your hobby, your excitement about it reminds him of his younger years of being a clerk at iacon when he would become giddy over a newfound archaic text

he’s very fond of you and makes sure you know it, taking note of the small things you like and getting you whatever little gift he can manage to find - genuinely thinks you’re cute and likes seeing you happy :] 

Ratchet:

while it may have taken him a little longer than the others to warm up to you fully, he grew to start looking forward to your company (despite his his best efforts to hide it)

he appreciates your quiet company; you’re much less rambunctious than both the other humans and his own team - you complain a lot less too, probably one of his favorite qualities about you

like optimus, your bubbly attitude gives him a much needed break from the dreary duties that come with being the autobot medic

you often find yourselves working in tandem, with you sitting on the couch working on your newest project while he stands at his terminal typing away. occasionally you’ll walk over with a nervous smile, and with a roll of his optics he’ll lower a servo for you to climb into and lift you up onto the corner of the console, huffing when you chirp a thank you before the both of you quietly return to your tasks (he enjoys it, really)

while he’s not one to vent his frustrations to you, he’ll always be open to listen to you vent about yours. even if he doesn’t respond with much, he’ll offer logical solutions and observations for whatever issue you’re having

Bulkhead:

the big guy loves art, having been exposed to his fair share of it by miko, and is very encouraging when it comes to your projects

he might not get some of the nuances or meanings of the things you make, but he tries - oftentimes making you laugh a bit at the sheer amount he misses. it’s endearing though, and you appreciate the effort

too fidgety to sit and watch you do anything for too long, but he’ll offer to drive you to a vista for some inspiration while he does his usual scouting routes, miko tagging along of course. she’ll probably bring her sketchbook with her and sit next to you and draw, chattering the entire time while blasting some music from her ipod, offering you one of her earbuds

Arcee:

similar to ratchet she takes a while to get used to you, a little cold at first to your attempts at friendliness

she notices how happy you seem to make everyone else and eventually makes a legitimate pass at being friendly despite how awkward it feels

but with how eagerly you accept it she doesn’t feel as bad, sighing in relief as you immediately start filling her in on how much you’ve enjoyed your time with the autobots

she’s not much of a conversationalist (especially when it comes to humans) so your chattiness is almost a relief - not having to keep up fake interest and energy with someone puts her in a more comfortable position; especially since you’re not one to comment on it like others tend to

will sit and watch you work on whatever your newest project is, a comfortable silence shared between the two of you

rambles about random stuff from her past sometimes - you turn out to be one of the few people she trusts enough to mindlessly dump her thoughts to, both good and bad

Bumblebee:

one of the first to get to know you, overly excited about having a fresh face around

super curious when he sees you working on something, a barrage of questions translated from mechanical chirps and whirrs with the help (and annoyance) of ratchet

he’ll actually try and mimic some of your art on the walls of hidden ditches where he and rafael hang out, excitedly bringing you along to show off his latest work and buzzing happily when you praise it

will eventually, with your encouragement, try and make something original - he ends up finding it pretty soothing and an easier way to feel understood; communicating his feelings without words can be unsurprisingly helpful for someone who can’t use any of his own

you’ll spend hours hanging out and working on your stuff - he likes when you help him with his own art, adding your own brushstrokes to the concrete wall

he’ll let you sit up on his shoulder just to watch him make whatever he feels like making, or even just taking you on joyrides in the desert where he doesnt need to worry about anything going wrong

while it’s usually you, him and raf hanging out he does enjoy spending solo time with you - usually in silence or one-sided conversations, but you understand each other well enough without words

will also figure out what your favorite songs are and surprise you with them; he loves when you get all giddy about literally anything

[therocketeer0501]

IDW Starscream X Reader

Rendezvous

Warnings: none

Synopsis: While on patrol, the SIC discovers a quiet place he can get away from it all. Unfortunately, so did a certain troublesome little human.

Author note: (I’ve never written fanfic before but I wanted a slow burn romance with no smut only fluff so here I am. I am not a professional writer and this is my first time posting fanfic!)

It had been one of those days you felt like running away from it all. You drove furiously down the winding road you took to work every day. Music blaring and fists clenched on the wheel. Snow had fallen the night before making the foliage glisten as your car screamed past the quiet trees. You needed more time to yourself. Just a few more hours until you had to go home. It’s not like you wouldn’t be alone anyway. You lived by yourself in the middle of nowhere, in a house given to you when your mother passed away last year. The memories in that house plagued you almost as much as your idiot coworkers. Taking a deep breath in, you turn onto the unmarked path that led to the lake. The moon was full, casting ethereal silver light over the icy water. This time of year you knew it was frozen solid. Enough for your favorite passtime, ice skating. It had been years since you had been here. Good memories began to surface as you parked the car and got out. Breathing in a lungful of painfully fridged air. A smile crawled its way across your lips. This was exactly what you needed.

Starscream stalked through the halls of the base. His wings flicking irritably. Another unfruitful scout for energon had left him with the fury of his glorious leader. He flexed his servos itching for something to take his frustration out on. He shouldered past Thundercracker, the other seeker raising a hand in greeting but stopping when he saw the look on his face. He missed the days when he and his trine had been able to spend more time together. But those feelings were currently overshadowed by the unyielding rage he felt. He tried to ignore the sting in the side of his helm where Megatron had drove his fist, making it clear once again that failure meant pain. Venting his frustration to the cold night air, he transformed wanting to be anywhere but here. Flying his usual patrol route he spotted the perfect place far enough away from those miserable humans. A lake, surrounded by mountains and covered in ice. A clearing of large rocks sat underneath a cliff nearby. Perfect to take out his grievances on. He landed skidding so a halt, nearly bowling into one of the big rocks. Instead he sent his fist through it, shattering the massive stone and yelling his frustration to what he thought was an empty night sky.

You had since donned your old skates and a heavier coat. Pulling on the leather skates felt like coming home. Something familiar and exciting. You had taken lessons in your teens and still remember it like it was yesterday. Putting on your favorite playlist, you slide gracefully onto the ice. The moon is bright enough to light the entire lake as you enjoy the solitude. Your breath billowing in eerie curls from your mouth as you remember the steps to a routine you learned. Spinning gracefully, forgetting the awful day you had at work. Peace didn’t last long though as a massive boulder comes hurtling from behind you. Narrowly missing your head and plummeting straight through the thick ice. You barely have time to react before you are sent flying. A scream of fear cut short as you plunge below the ice into the inky water.

Starscream swung his helm around at the sound of your shriek. A human? Or an animal? Something was here with him. He stalked through the trees towards where he had sent that stone flying. He hoped it would land satisfyingly in the middle of that frozen lake. On his approach he saw it in fact met its mark. That’s when he noticed the human vehicle parked near the shore and a small pale hand scrabbling at the edge of the ice. For a moment he thought about just flying away. He wouldn’t have to deal with whatever it was. It was just a human. Right? But something made him stop and reach out a massive hand, scooping you from the water. When he lifted you towards his face to examine you, he noticed something alarming. You weren’t moving. A tinge of guilt gripped his spark. He hadn’t meant to cause harm to the thing. All these years on earth and he hadn’t let himself get this close to its squishy little inhabitants. It looked startlingly like a Cybertronian sparkling. His optics narrow as worry grips him. Poking you with a servo gently to push you over onto your back in his hand, he presses it cautiously to your chest. Your little heartbeat is there, but it’s faint. He vents in exasperation. The night wasn’t meant to go like this.

[psychedelicriot]

MONSTER X MEDIATOR Walkthrough: Purple Room 004/Sir Knight

Hi, got this game DL'd just yesterday, and I'm defo frustrated since I want to see some walkthroughs ;-; Here we go, I guess? Note that this is how I got the ending through my way, pretty sure that there could've been any other way, but this is how I got mine! This would include commentaries on the ending, you might wanna skip if you don't care.

TW/CW: This game contains questionable theme, bloods, explicit description of gore, and sexual assault on this route.

WILL BE UPDATED AS I/THE CREATOR PROGRESS ON THE GAME! <3

If you'd like to, you can check other routes walkthrough here! Red Room 001

(Bow respectfully.) / I have direct orders from the king himself! / An idiot says what?

2-*clap* / So you won't kill me?

1- I can't leave even if I wanted to... / How about I stay and helo you clean!

Bad Ending: Pest Control

I have direct orders from the king himself!

*clap* (or you can just, straight out choose "So you won't kill me?")

I can't leave even if I wanted to...

You got beaten and bludgeoned to death, that's it. Basically, he only do not kill you at first since he thought you could just yeet yourself out of his presence. Turns out you can't. You could also achieve this ending by other routes, but making a mistake along the way, like failing to meet his baking standard, etc etc!

Bad Ending: Endless Death Sentence for The Charlatan

I have direct orders from the king himself!

*clap*

How about I stay and help you clean!

Down it like a champ

Preheat the oven

Get the puff pastry

Put one of the puff pastry sheets on top

We wait? / We clean up? (Both options would still lead you into the same route)

You'd make a great househusband. / What about yoru sword? / What exactly are you? (You can choose both option and would still come back to the same options-choosing)

Are the Palmiers done?

Eat them. / Throw them into the vent. (Both options would still lead you into the same route)

Try to pull out the sword

Order him around first.

Abuse your power.

So, you get some fun by ordering him around, but then the real master punish you for being a meanie. Done.

PURPLE ROOM 003: PERSUASION SUCCESSFUL (1)

I have direct orders from the king himself!

*clap*

How about I stay and help you clean!

Down it like a champ

Preheat the oven

Get the puff pastry

Put one of the puff pastry sheets on top

We wait? / We clean up? (Both options would still lead you into the same route)

You'd make a great househusband. / What about yoru sword? / What exactly are you? (You can choose both option and would still come back to the same options-choosing)

Are the Palmiers done?

Eat them. / Throw them into the vent. (Both options would still lead you into the same route)

Try to pull out the sword

Order him to leave the hotel room.

You got him wrapped around your fingertips and you got him out! Win-win situation! Yay, basically it's not the ending, you still need to handle the other rooms (if you haven't). Though, you basically managed to coerce him to leave the room. And you'll get his information sheet afterwards!

Bonus: His sexy-ass apron.

[last-herondale]

Almost Part 5

Bucky Barnes x FemReader!

Angst, hurt, heartbreak

Warnings: cussing

AN: yall, I love this series so far. It hurts my heart but damn.

Enjoy ❤️

You had been back from your mission for about a month now. Whatever this thing was between you and Steve, was still happening. He didn’t seem to be in any rush to define the relationship, and to be honest you were in no hurry to define anything either. Having fun might have been an acceptable answer, since the two of you certainly had a lot of that since your return. But even despite the physical attraction the two of you clearly felt towards each other, there was also the emotional connection that you two had.

You were surprised to find out just how easy it was to open up to Steve. He was a great listener. You were used to being the listener in situations like these. You had been the listener for Nat whenever she needed to talk and you had been the listener for Bucky on those many nights that he needed someone to vent to. It was nice. Freeing in a way to be able to talk to Steve. He didn’t make you feel ashamed for talking about your feelings, even when those feelings sometimes drifted to his best friend.

You found yourself thinking about Bucky less and less. Not seeing him around as often also helped your heart heal. He would turn up occasionally of course, for briefings or training sessions with Sam, but other than that he had been an anomaly to see at the headquarters. Steve offered little insight into Bucky’s whereabouts, although you wouldn’t dare ask now. Since you and Steve were… together… In some capacity anyway, you did your best to refrain from talking about Bucky Barnes.

But still, your heart ached for him in ways that you couldn't understand. The ache didn’t hurt as much as it had that night on the balcony, but even now the absence of someone who you held so dearly hurt, despite yourself… You decided that it was okay to let go. You were happy being with Steve. He was what you needed and in return you wanted to be the best version of yourself to prove you were worthy of being with him. And you knew that that meant letting go of Bucky.

Of course, fate has a funny sense of humor, because as you were passing through the hallway one late night, a door opened up and a beautiful woman stepped outside. You had been in your sleep wear, a water bottle from the kitchen in your hand, and you damn near ran head first into the woman. Your training kicked in and with the sight of a stranger in the Avenger’s tower made you grab her arm and pin it behind her back. The woman let out a muffled scream and dropped her purse.

“I’m sorry! Please, don’t hurt me!” She squealed as you pinned her against the wall.

“Who are–”

Before you could finish your question, the same door burst open and out came a shirtless, wild eyed Bucky. He had a small pistol in his hand as he scanned the hallway.

“Nadia what the hell-” his words fell away as his eyes settled on you. He lowered his weapon immediately.

“James, help me,” she whimpered.

You and Bucky locked eyes for a moment and then it suddenly hit you all at once. You hadn’t realized that you had gone down the wrong hallway, and that you were in front of Bucky’s apartment. The route used to be a familiar trek for you, but now… This girl had been leaving his company in the late hours of the night…

You dropped her arm immediately and watched as she stumbled back over to Bucky.

Right. The girlfriend.

You felt your cheeks flush in embarrassment as you quickly bent down to pick up the purse and hand it to her.

“I’m sorry, I thought–”

“What the hell?” Bucky asked angrily, holding Nadia and soothing her hyperventilation.

The anger in Bucky’s voice hit a nerve with you. It didn’t make you emotional, like you thought seeing him, and his girlfriend together, would. Instead, you found yourself clenching your jaw in frustration.

“I said sorry, didn’t I?” You snapped, “Maybe next time get your girl here an escort out the door, before someone far scarier than myself finds her in the halls. I think Tony has a special pass for late night visitors.”

Nadia scoffed at the inflection of your tone, and your allusion to her being a hooker. She looked to Bucky for some sort of help, but he just stared daggers at you. You gave her slight smirk and you put your hands on your hips.

Nadia just snatched her purse from me and stormed off down the hallway. You watched as she huffed away, and you felt a small smirk creep up on your face as you turned to look at Bucky. At first, the only thing you could see on his face was anger, his face was a bit flushed and his eyebrows were furrowed. But you swore you could have seen a spark of amusement lingering in his eyes as he stared you down.

“What the hell is your problem?” he demanded, shoving his pistol in the waistband of his sweats.

“I don’t have one,” you said between your clenched teeth, “Like I said, it was an accident, I didn’t realize this was your hallway.”

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief and you just gave out an angry huff of breath. You knew it didn’t look good for you to be so cross. Just because you had bumped into the woman that he chose over you. It was crass and unprofessional… but you didn’t care.

“Whatever, I don’t have to put up with this shit,” you muttered as you turned around to leave.

A cool metal hand caught the back of your arm, not hurting you, but gripping tight enough to stop you from leaving.

“Wait, I–”

You spun around on him, anger flashing in your eyes as you faced him.

“Oh! Are you finally going to talk to me, James? Or yell at me some more for scaring your girlfriend?”

Bucky frowned at you, clearly getting worked up as you were. You knew you needed to be careful. You didn’t want to say the wrong thing in front of Bucky, but he knew exactly how to work you up into a fit.

“You haven’t exactly been a conversationalist with me either, you know,” his voice dripped with sarcasm as he spoke. “You run away for a month and a half, not telling anyone where you’re going.”

“That’s not fair, I was on a mission…”

“Don’t use that as a fucking excuse. We all go on missions, but that was different and we both know it,” Bucky snapped, his temper rising as he was losing control of himself.

“Do you know how worried I’ve been? You, Steve, and Sam disappear after the party and fuck off to some place that no one knows where? What the hell was I supposed to think when Tony said you three had a snag in the mission. I thought you were dead. All of you.”

“We were busy…”

“Oh yeah, I know. You’ve been really busy lately, haven’t you?”

You felt your blood freeze. He obviously was referring to Steve. You weren’t sure how he knew, since you and Steve had made sure not to tell anyone anything yet. You didn’t want to announce a relationship if there wasn’t one. So how did Bucky find out? Did Steve crack and tell him? Had he been lying to you?

Heat quickly found your stomach again. You clenched your fists and met his icy gaze.

“I don’t see what business of that is yours,” you said sharply.

“He’s my best friend,” Bucky said tensely.

For a moment it looked like Bucky would continue talking, but he tightened his mouth into a line and just kept a steady gaze on you. You crossed your arms, mimicking him. You felt your temper rising to dangerous levels.

“Whatever you want to say, just fucking say it.”

Bucky scoffed out a laugh. But you weren’t laughing. You took a step towards him, willing your eyes to be sharp as daggers as you stared at him

“Say it.”

You saw the fire burning in Bucky’s eyes and he clenched his jaw before opening his mouth.

“There were other ways to get back at me, you know,” Bucky said in a deadly low voice, “But fucking my best friend is an all time low.”

You flinched as if he had slapped you.

Your chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace as you tried not to cry in front of him. You wanted to yell at him, scream at him. How dare he accuse you of using Steve as a weapon against him. How dare he get mad at you for trying to move on, when he didn’t want you. Rather than curse him up and down the hallway, you just took a step back from him, feeling oddly hollow and cold.

“I didn’t know you thought so little of me,” you said in a small voice, “but I guess that checks out doesn’t it? I guess you never thought much of me… ever.”

Bucky’s anger seemed to fall away instantly. He uncrossed his arms and opened his mouth to say something, but you were gone. You were running down the hall, tears blurring your vision as you ran. You didn’t stop to listen if he was following you. You flung open your door and slammed it shut as you slid down against the door immediately. Tears poured down your face as you sobbed. You wrapped your arms around your knees, feeling like that was the only thing you could do to keep yourself together.

You sat there, the rest of the night and early into the morning feeling so empty that if a breeze were to come into the apartment, you knew you would float away. Part of you wished that you would. You wondered how many times your heart could break before it was useless. You wondered why you continued to let James Buchanan Barnes break your heart, if you really had any control over that at all. You had hoped that being with Steve would help. Maybe Bucky was right? Were you using Steve to get over him? The thought made you want to vomit.

All you could be certain of was the pain. You felt it everywhere and nowhere all at once. It lived in you. Consumed you. What you hated the most was that you couldn’t distinguish love from the pain anymore. All you knew was that whenever you thought of Bucky, the pain returned with a vengeance. Now it had settled deep in your bones and it made you want to die.

Part 6

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere Houndoom(Pet-Like)

As someone who has a Houndoom as my fire and dark type in Brilliant Diamond right now (Her name is Hellena), I'll happily write for the hellhound :)

Overprotective! Houndoom Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Pet/Animal-like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Violence, Overprotective behavior, Attempted murder, Possessive behavior, Arson, Jealousy implied, Despite the source material this is dark, like really dark.

Houndooms would be quite terrifying of they were overprotective of a trainer.

Sure, you may think they'd be just loyal dogs.

Yes, but recall their Pokedex entries?

Most entries say essentially the same thing.

Houndoom has a fire that when someone is burned by it, the burn lasts forever.

This Pokemon is also often considered the "Grim Reaper" due to the howls it produces according to other dex entries.

So, no, Houndoom is not just some dog Pokemon.

I imagine you took one in as a Houndour, which makes the Pokemon extra attached to you.

That or maybe you managed to tackle the feat of catching one in the wild.

I'd imagine a wild Houndoom would take more time to get used to their trainer.

At first they reluctantly follow beside you when you let them out of their ball.

They listen in battle but there's no connection quite yet.

It's not until you stroke their fur, walk alongside them, and train them that they get attached.

Your Houndoom all of a sudden starts getting used to all this praise and warms up to you.

You often take them on a walk through routes and battle with trainers.

You try to train them well as you don't want an accident happening.

You are aware of the danger a Houndoom can cause outside of their ball,

One wrong move and the second a fire breath ignites from their mouth?

Chaos.

For the most part your Pokemon seems well behaved.

They adore you petting them and often wrap around you when resting.

I imagine if a Houndoom became overprotective of a trainer or human they adore they'd get violent.

First it's things like growling, barking, and roaring.

During walks you end up having your Houndoom jump in front of you and show aggressive behaviors.

Wild Pokemon quickly skitter away, which is useful at times but annoying at others.

Then you grow concerned when your Houndoom decides humans are also a threat to their precious trainer.

As a result you keep them in the ball more often.

The most dangerous part of a Houndoom is indeed their fire.

Their claws and teeth are quite bad, yes, but at least the pain subsides then.

Their fire? The pain is forever.

Think about this.

Maybe while you go to sleep at night your Houndoom breaks out of their ball.

Sometimes it's innocent and they curl up around you, wanting the warmth of their trainer.

Other times they leave your home... looking for what, exactly?

They're looking for Pokemon and humans that could have hurt you.

Houndoom is obviously a Fire type, yet they are also a Dark type.

Your Houndoom may not care about the chaos it causes.

As long as they keep their trainer safe they could care less how they do it.

During the night your Houndoom targets random wild Pokemon to get stronger and vent frustration before returning to you.

However, if they're feeling extra ambitious, maybe they target people.

Maybe your Houndoom decides to target your rival... or someone else close to you.

Maybe your Pokemon doesn't like the humans around you.

By the time you wake up in the morning you see it on the news.

A house caught on fire, the survivors having burns that never seem to go away.

They're disfigured and in so much pain.

The report strikes fear in you.

Sure, wild Pokemon sometimes end up attacking humans, it happens.

Yet it seems oddly targeted....

You knew these people.

You try to tell yourself things will be fine.

It's nothing, it's just a wild Pokemon attack.

But as you pack your things to leave your home, your eyes drift towards the ball containing your Houndoom.

You don't want to believe it, in fact you shut the thought out...

Part of you still manages to think your own Pokemon was behind the fire...

But that couldn't be true... could it?

[armpirate]

Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 29

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit. 

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Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes

The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of medical equipment. The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting gentle rays across the sterile white sheets of the hospital bed. Y/n lay motionless, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, her face a picture of fragile calm, while San could only look at her while holding her hand.

The doctor already told him everything was okay, he kept being assured there was nothing to worry about. But seeing her so fragile, when he had always known the stronger side of her, had him feeling out of place.

Y/n's eyelids fluttered, the first sign of her emerging consciousness. She felt a dull ache coursing through her body, a reminder of the battle within her. Slowly, her eyes opened, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings of the hospital room.

—Where... am I? —she mumbled, her voice sounding weak and raspy.

San, whose eyes got lost somewhere in the room, instantly perked up at the sound of her voice. His heart pounded with relief and worry as he leaned closer, taking her hand tighter in his.

—Hey, you're awake. You're in the hospital. You had a flare-up, and you collapsed.

Y/n's mind raced to catch up with the events that led her here. She managed to remember the brief moment of happiness and comfort before everything got out of her control. Her eyes welled up with tears of frustration and fear. Although she could only keep her eyelids open so those drops wouldn't roll down her cheek, and ate up the knot in her throat so a whine couldn't break her in half.

—I... I don't know what happened, or how. I suddenly lost control of my body.

—It's okay, Y/n. You're safe now. The doctors are taking good care of you.

Y/n tried to sit up, but her muscles protested. She sank back into the pillows, a defeated sigh escaping her lips. San adjusted the bed, helping her find a more comfortable position.

—How did I get here?

—I called an ambulance —he admitted.

Panic got the best of him when he saw her emotionless in his arms, too afraid and too alerted to do anything else than let professionals deal with the situation. He did think of driving her car to the hospital, but he was afraid of causing bigger damage.

Her lips were trapped among one another as she tried to fight the need to vent, moving her thumb over the reverse of his hand to distract herself from all the thoughts running through her head.

—I hate this. I hate feeling so helpless.

—I know, but you're not alone in this —San squeezed her hand gently—. We'll get through it together, okay? Just focus on getting better.

Y/n nodded, her eyes locking onto San's. His unwavering support gave her a small measure of comfort amidst the storm of emotions raging inside her.

She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady her breathing and calm her racing thoughts.

—I'm sorry I made you go through this.

—Why don't you make up to me by getting better? —he kindly smiled, patting her head.

—Is that the only thing you want? —she scoffed, finally looking back at him.

—I do want a lot of things, but wouldn't be appropriate to say them now —he giggled.

San stopped for a few seconds, lost in her eyes -which slowly started getting back that spark that always shined in them.

—You don't have to apologize for this. For nothing —he assured her—. Y/n, you deserve all of this and even more. I l...

The sincerity in San’s voice touched Y/n deeply, and the words that were about to come out of his lips had her heart speeding fast against her chest, eager to hear them.

—Good morning. How's everything going? —a male voice interrupted them after two knocks on the door.

San rubbed his thumb against her forehead one last time before turning to the doctor, smiling at him while answering for the two of them as he approached her bed.

—How are you feeling, Y/n? —the doctor asked him, checking on her while San just stepped back.

—Lost —she admitted.

—It's normal —he nodded—. It must be confusing to wake up somewhere you don't wanna be. How's the numbness going? Do you feel any difference?

—Not really —she admitted—. Is it... is it normal for patients to faint? I've read a lot about the illness, I know there's a lot to be yet found out, but I've never heard of any experiences of any patient just fainting.

—It's true it's not something usual —he hummed—, but some people have suffered from it. It could be related to your illness, or it could've been empowered by something external. It'd be important to know if there have been any stressful situations in your life lately.

Y/n omitted the scoff when she heard that comment, thinking how her life had been a series of stressful events for the past few weeks. With Mia making things tense in the office, and the secret admirer feeling more confident to step over her boundaries, the strange reaction would've been her feeling completely calm still after that.

—Okay, I got it —he nodded—. I always recommend trying to divert from any situations that could cause severe stress.

—Better said than done —Y/n mumbled.

—Stress could motivate outbreaks to happen —the doctor cut her off—. I know it's difficult, but any situation you can avoid, do it.

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to absorb and understand her doctor's words. He was right, but she wasn't in a position where she could easily avoid those situations.

She glanced around the room, the reality of her situation sinking in. The sad room, the pajamas she was wearing, the IV drip, the antiseptic smell—all reminders of the battle she was fighting.

She nodded, feeling a sense of determination creeping in. She knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but with San by her side, she felt a glimmer of hope. Glancing a quick look at her boyfriend, she aimed a soft smile at him, a silent promise to herself to face her condition head-on.

—I'll make my best.

It was a promise to her doctor, and to the person who was listening from behind, hopeful of her making the right choice, but also a promise to herself.

San smiled, leaning in to kiss her forehead gently after stepping closer to her bed. Y/n closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his kiss and the strength of his presence wash over her. For the first time since her collapse, she felt a sense of peace. They would face this storm together, and somehow, they would find a way through.

The whole group showed up a few hours later, bringing to the room some of their joy and funny vibes that she desperately needed to keep on with the rough day ahead. Although it wasn't too long until they were asked to leave so she’d rest a bit and have her lunch in peace, without so many people around her space.

—Don't make that face —San called her out, cleaning the corner of her lip with the napkin.

—My illness is in the brain, not the stomach —she complained, pouting in consequence—. Why don't you go and buy me a burger in the cafeteria? —she tried to convince him.

She should have known better than trying to convince her boyfriend with a suggestive look and a grin, because how worried he was about it was bigger than how bad he was dying to kiss her.

—I'll buy you a sandwich if you eat the soup, at least —he tried to negotiate with her.

Her nose scrunched along with the smile that drew in her face, satisfied with the deal he was offering her.

—Deal —she quickly nodded—. And could you bring some salt packets? This is tasteless.

—Whatever you want —he agreed, tucking her hair behind her ear so it wouldn't bother her.

A soft knock on the door interrupted their moment, with Y/n's first thought was expecting the nurse to pay her a quick visit. Before she could respond, the door swung open, and her father stepped into the room. His face was a mask of worry and anger.

—Y/n! Why didn't you tell me about this? —he called her out, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he approached her bed— Thank god you woke up. But why didn't you tell me about this?

Behind him, her mother also stepped inside the room, carrying her bag on her shoulder while she tried to stop her husband from making a scene.

—Harry, this is not the place.

Her eyes widened in shock, unsure of how they could've found out about her condition and where he was, with her first thought being that secret admirer that had been creeping on her for way too long.

—What are you two doing here? —she asked with a shaky voice.

—What are we doing here? We should be asking you that —he confronted her, looking at her with disappointment—. You should've told us about this. But no, we had to wait for San to confess after I kept asking where you were and why you weren't picking up my calls.

Y/n shot a quick glare at San, who looked down, guilt written all over his face. She felt a mix of anger and despair, because that was exactly what she had wanted to avoid, and he didn't even make the attempt to respect it.

He was in an extreme state of nervousness and anxiety, waiting outside while she was getting tested through all the medical procedures that were needed. Her phone kept ringing in his hand, until he had no other choice but to answer. At first, he tried to play around and avoid giving too much information, but he ended up giving in at the third time being asked where his daughter was.

It was something he promised Y/n not to do, but he just thought it was unfair to lie to her father about something so serious.

—I didn't want to tell you. I didn't want you to worry about this —she admitted.

—Worry? We're your parents. It's our job to worry about you and try to help you through this. You shouldn't have kept this from us —her mother's hand felt reassuring on hers.

Y/n's eyes filled with tears, the frustration and exhaustion overwhelming her. She tried to move the small table aside, but her body protested, having her sinking back to the pillows when the little strength she had on her arm disappeared.

—Dad, I didn't want to burden you. I thought I could handle it on my own.

—Handle it on your own? Y/n, multiple sclerosis is not something you can handle alone. You need support. You need your family —he sighed—. And you need to take it easy. Do you have any idea of how different it'd have been at work if I had known?

—That's exactly what I wanted to avoid —she sighed—. I don't want to be treated differently. I want to keep doing what I've always been doing —she protested.

—You won't be treated differently, just... I want you to be comfortable, to look for help when you need it, and keep as less stress to yourself as possible —her father added.

Y/n's tears spilled over, and she covered her face with her hands. She didn't know if it was the situation, or the fact that her parents were being so attentive towards her, but she just couldn't help but lose control of her emotions.

—I don't want you to think I'm weak —he confessed in between whines.

—Weak? Y/n, you're the strongest person I know. But even the strongest people need help sometimes.

Her hands slowly lowered, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She looked at her father, seeing the genuine concern and love in his eyes. She felt a pang of guilt for keeping him in the dark.

—I don't want a single secret between us —her mother interrupted—. And that also applies to you, San —she turned to the young man witnessing their scene from the side.

At her inquiring look, he could only quickly nod to make her smile satisfied. Y/n also nodded, her heart feeling a little lighter despite the gravity of the situation. When he looked back at his girlfriend and their eyes met, he could tell there was more yet to come between them as soon as they were left alone. Her gaze was radiating a mix of sadness and anger he didn't know how to play around with.

The hospital room was quieter after her parents left after a short visit, the hum of medical equipment a steady backdrop while their words of support were still lingering in the air. The tension, however, was palpable. Y/n stared at the closed door, her mind racing with conflicting emotions while her lips were sealed as she tried to keep the argument somewhere in the limbo, as far away from them as possible.

—How are you feeling? —he asked.

—I'm feeling better —she whispered, avoiding eye contact with him.

—Can you tell me how you're really feeling? You've gone quiet since your parents left —he finally deepened the issue, standing back at her side.

—How am I feeling? —she finally looked at him— Well, considering I specifically asked you not to tell my parents, and you did exactly the opposite, I really don't know how I feel.

San looked down, guilt etched across his face. He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

—Babe, I did it because I care about you. Your father was worried when I spoke on the phone with him last night, it wasn't fair to lie t...

—That wasn't your decision to make —she interrupted him— You went behind my back and told my parents. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?

Y/n's voice echoed in the small room, her anger a sharp contrast to the quiet around them. Her hands were clenched into fists, her body trembling with emotion.

—I know you're angry, but I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. This is something so serious, your parents had every right to know.

Her eyes glanced up while a scoff left her lips, a smirk drawn on her face.

—Says the person who has lied to everyone? —she confronted him— I also think it's fucked up you lie to your friends about everything about you, but guess what? I didn't tell anyone a single thing, because it's not my choice to tell them or not. This was my fight, this was my choice to make, and you took it from me —her voice broke.

Tears streamed down Y/n's face again, her frustration and betrayal cutting deep. San stepped closer, his own eyes moist with unshed tears.

—I didn't know what else to do. I was lost, you were unconscious, and your father kept asking to know about you. I did what I thought was right —he stood his ground.

—Right for you, maybe —she answered, sarcastically—. But not for me. You took away my choice, my control. Do you even understand how that feels?

Y/n's voice softened, the anger giving way to a deep sadness. She turned away, staring out the window, her mind a whirl of emotions.

—If I'm not able to control my private life, how will I be able to control a whole company, huh? —she asked, calmly— My love life is everywhere, my illness will soon be everywhere with my father behaving like I'm made of glass, because I fucking know how he'll treat me as soon as I step back in the office despite him promising he wouldn't do that —she took a deep breath.

—I understand more than you think —he mentioned pleadingly—. It just slipped.

—It just slipped —she scoffed again, shaking her head—. And now what? —she turned to him again— Now my parents know, and what change is that going to make? Is my illness going to disappear? Now I'll have to work even harder to prove what I get is because I deserve it and not because of my condition. And this is exactly what I didn't want.

San reached out, gently turning her back to face him. His eyes searched hers, filled with regret and love.

—I'm sorry, Y/n. Truly, I am. I never meant to hurt you. And I know you're right, but please, let me make it up to you.

—I don't think there's anything to make up to —she took a deep breath—. It's already done. Whereas you feel sorry, whereas you thought it was the right choice last night. It's not going to change a thing to keep going around on it —she shrugged.

Y/n wanted to be mad at him, yet she could only blame herself for driving him to that extent of stress that forced him to be in a point where he didn't belong -and which he didn't deserve to be at. As much as she wanted to blame him, she could only blame herself for fainting, for losing strength and becoming a worry for everyone around her. San didn't deserve that, and she for sure wasn't going to give him something that he didn't deserve.

—Babe, what do you want? —his hand ghosted her forearm, never reaching to touch her skin because it was a line he didn't want to cross just yet.

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence, the echoes of their argument still lingering in the air. Y/n's chest heaved with the remnants of her anger, her mind a tangled mess of hurt and confusion. She could feel San's eyes on her, but she couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze.

—I want to be alone —she mumbled.

—I'll go to the cafeteria, and I'll bring you that sandwich you wanted —he tried to move to the door.

—No, I need you to go... home —she sentenced—. I need to be alone.

The words hung in the air, heavy and final. San's expression shifted from regret to heartbreak, his eyes widening as he processed her request, trying to keep a relaxed look while tears started piling up in the corners of his eyes . He took a hesitant step towards her, but she held up a hand, stopping him.

He finally nodded, accepting her decision, stepping back and turning to the door when the only thing he wanted to do was snuggle with her in that bed. 

Taglist: @brown88

[the-bed-gremlins-reading-list]

I find Halli's attitude off putting and insensitive towards 2 kids who's parents just died and country was conquered. Will there be a chance to confront him about that?

Yep, definitely have it planned out so you can confront him - and any or all of the mentors. It's part of why I decided to have scenes with each mentor beginning lessons and part of why chapter two's outline is fun. You'll be able to choose how close/comfortable you are with them individually too if my plans work out and have a few chances to decide that regarding your mentor. (And Halli/Zaphon on each other's routes since they will be more involved in one another's students.)

I'm quite pleased with your reaction though.

I will, also, say there is an element of his behavior in the game so far where he's being purposely abrasive to try and pull some of the anger/frustration away from the others, including the stuff the other fideles are venting towards themselves. If they're too busy being mad at him for being a bit of a dick they can't guilt spiral about how they (Viria and Zaphon) just did something they had promised never to do because the other option was to not interfere and they all knew that the kids would probably die if they didn't do anything. He also wants to try to make sure if Auberon or MC lashes out in anger right now it's at a safe target, preferably him.

[barbwritesstuff]

Ugh i dont know if its just me (and its definitely not a complaint about you, you're wonderful), there's quit a few scenes, routes and even Ro's that i can never find unless i ask you about it specifically??? Am i just that dumb??

Like, just yesterday you casually posted "you can find Ravima in a gay bar in chapter 4" and no matter how many times i replayed the game i have never stumbled upon it :( literally did not know it existed until you talked about it.

Again this is just me venting about my own incompetence, its not a complaint ask about you at all Barb <3

.....also how do we meet Ravima in a gay bar?

Messages like this really scare me because I thought people wanted more interactivity. I thought replaying to find the other scenes would be fun, not frustrating or upsetting.

I really didn't mean to make you feel incompetent, anon. I just wanted to add value by making the game different if you make different choices. Thicker Than is not as liner as Blood Moon. There is a lot you'll miss if you only play once, and that is by design. Different choices result in different outcomes.

I thought players would like discovering those differences by replaying the game... but I get a lot of messages like this asking me for roadmaps on how to get certain moments which makes me think players aren't enjoying the replay experience. They don't want to try and figure out what else is out there. They're annoyed that they have to click through it again to see what they missed.

Which is valid but, like I said, really terrifies me because I'm worried I've messed up.

I think I have read the room wrong. I think overly interactive is annoying rather than fun. But I also don't know how to change it now. Thicker Than is too big to rewrite at this point.

I'm really sorry if my game made you feel dumb, but getting messages like this in my inbox really upsets me. I'm not going to respond to anymore roadmap requests for a while. I'm sorry.

[loco-warehouse]

patel fam idea dump post

Post finale of the show, Britney kinda had to shuffle what she wants to do with life once Baxter came back, heals up, and being on her grandparents farm for a year and a half. As a young teenager, she come to learn that she wants to continue in her athletic career, but doesn't have the resources or teams near by.

And since Baxter and Angela can't really go back to New York, (Baxter's long criminal record and disappearance probably got him fuckin BANNED from NY, and Angela is hiding away from the Italian mafia,) it's a bit of a struggle to accommodate her hobbies.

So, through a lot of discussion, April becomes Britney's legal guardian and stays with her and Mr. O'Neil. Through this, Britney can still go to her school, have her friends, continue track, etc. Of course, every holiday, summer, and once a month, go back to the Patel farm to see her family.

...yes this is mainly an excuse to keep britney and mikey as super close friends/sibling relationship

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Angela was NOT comfortable sending Britney back to NY. The invasions, gangs, paranormal, it was all too much to sacrifice her daughter's safety for some track meet. Baxter, though concerned, believed Britney to be mature enough to go back on her own. Though immediately firing down the "let me go live with the turtles," he suggest maybe a boarding school, or reach out to programs who can host her.

Of course this would cause bickering for the three with vastly different ideas on how to go about it.

The final confirmation was actually through Mrs. Patel.

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I had a visual of Angie venting her frustration and worries to her mom, and Mrs. Patel starts, "Hon, when I was Britney's age, I hitch hiked all th' way from Georgia to New York to see my aunty."

"...Okay?"

"Your father took route to a forest and went missing for a month. He came back with more weight on his back. And don't get me started on his many, many stories. Ya feel me, Angie?"

"Yeah, but-- what's the point of this??" Mrs. Patel watch her daughter brows frown. Rolling her eyes before sitting next to her, she took note of Angie's anxious tapping on the kitchen table.

"Britney is such a bright girl. We let you kids get in trouble! But our little girl earned her independence..." Angie felt her mother's hand softly place on top of her, easing her tapping. Looking up, Angie took notice to Mrs. Patel peer out the window. Following her gaze, the two sit and watch as Britney exits the woods, dragging behind her a game cart. A dead whitetail deer laid in it, tied to bars with spots of blood coating it's fur. A rifle hung over Britney's shoulder, with camo clothing becoming too tight for her growing body.

The two sat in silence, watching as Britney's experience take over her reflexes on the deer. Already gutted and blood drawn, she carefully handles the corpse with care and quickness. Skinning its fur with a sort of tenderness, Mr. Patel grabbed the corpse to finish it's butchering. Watching the young teen pick up the deer skin, she walks towards the tool shed, disappearing as soon as she enters the building.

"She's been through alot." Angie face her mother again. Mrs. Patel face rested, saying, "She almost lost her father. She almost lost you. Britney had a tough time getting used to th' backwoods." Her hand tightens around Angie's, turning to face her again, scooting the chair back as Patel lift her face close. "Britney let you and...Stockman, to make mistakes. I'm more than sure she can handle herself in New York."

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Angela and Baxter just become local mechanics in their little farm town. Angela focus on general house maintenance while Baxter focus on being a farm equipment mechanic. As long as the community doesn't know their past, they have a really good reputation among the neighbors.

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Mr. Patel, as brash and forward he can be with folks, is probably one of the more culturally educated men you'll meet.

He grew up in Louisiana in a superstitious town. He was raised near the woods, with stories of cryptics and spirits from multiple regions-- white folks warning of demonic forces through Christian sin. Hispanics warning him of the wandering demonic spirits who whisk away children at night. Natives warning him to take wariness of those who look like him, but show a corrupted motive. And lastly, the black community warning him to be wary of voudooism. (btw i know im using alot of cultures in this section, if any of it is wrong please yell at me, i'd rather it be right than pure assumption)

Though he took in every single warning, story, tips-- Mr. Patel was too intrigued by the "unknown" to simply ignore it.

So at 14, he went into a forest and simply disappeared.

For a month, the community searched for him, and when he came up once more, he came back with sudden wisdom than anyone could have anticipated. Sure, he's covered in previous scars, but he's shielded in animal hides and had his torn backpack filled with survival tools.

From there on, he became known among the unknown. He protects those who don't want to be seen, and they returned the favor. Mr. Patel is a rare human ally for cryptics to be protected, but its the most he can do for the ones that protected him for the month he was gone.

[williamroute]

William Rex Route Ch.15

It felt like an eternity, but it was possible very little time passed at all. After I heard the sound of the door opening again, someone’s footsteps approached me. Those aren’t William’s footsteps. …When did I learn to recognize the sound of his footsteps, anyway… I could move my body freely now, but I didn’t bother to hide the tears streaming down my face. I was frustrated with William, but even more with myself… I slowly sat up and saw Victor standing there with a sad smile on his face. He’s given me that same smile before…

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Victor: Are you prepared to stand firmly by his side and embrace his beautiful loneliness… and his destiny?

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I thought about it while waiting for the door to open again.

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Avalon: It’s true that I might not be able to accept the fate you’re destined for right now, but…

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Would things have been different if I’d been able to tell him “I can accept all of you without hesitation”? But… no matter how much I think about it, I just can’t get to that point. The thought that William could be murdered at any time was so painful I couldn’t even think straight. How could I ever prepare myself for that? Loving someone deeply and the fear of losing someone were two sides of the same coin.

Avalon: Has William already left the castle?

Victor: …Yes. Just a little while ago.

It’s too much… How could I possibly be okay with ending this so suddenly, forced to think of him as nothing but a memory? How can I stop myself from wanting to run after him, just because he’s afraid I’ll get hurt?

Avalon: William… is selfish! Not only that, he’s- he’s self-righteous! Unfairly so!

My voice sounded hoarse, as if it were spilling right out of the new wounds etched upon my heart.

Victor: He is. That’s the nature of his curse… But also the path that his heart has chosen. I want everyone in Crown to be free. It’s not my place to interfere with how William lives his life. I apologize… And of course, I won’t interfere with your decisions, either. If you hate him or resent him, that’s up to you.

Avalon: …William used his power on me. He rejected me so completely that he stole the one thing he values the most- my freedom. And his reasons were entirely selfish! He said he doesn’t want me to be unhappy.

Victor: And did William explain his reason? Well, I suppose even if he did, that wouldn’t change the fact that it’s selfish. And that’s why you’re angry.

Avalon: Precisely. He wants me to hate him or give up on him because he’s a villain, and I have no intention of doing so.

Victor quietly listened to me vent.

Avalon: Just because he thinks loving him would be inconvenient doesn’t mean that I can just shut off the feelings I have for him.

The feelings he knowingly caused, at that. And if I kill the feelings inside my heart, all that’ll be left is bitter regret. I learned that from spending my days with Crown… and from William. I can’t just stand around and watch him get hurt. It’s his prerogative to not want me by his side. And I can respect that. But it’s also my prerogative to want to clear up the unfounded lies accusing him of crimes he did not commit.

Avalon: Victor, I realize this deviates from my duties as the Fairytale Keeper, but I have a favor to ask you.

Victor: What is it?

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Avalon: I want to correct the newspaper article. Can you arrange a meeting for me with the members of Crown?

Victor: ……

A brief smile appeared on Victor’s lips- one that sent a shiver down my spine.

Victor: I’ve already called everyone to the parlor hoping to discuss our next move. You may come and join us, if you’d like.

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Liam: Avalon!

When I stepped into the parlor, the first person to rush over to me was Liam.

Liam: William told us not to open the door until he left the castle. I was really worried about you, but I couldn’t go check on you. I’m sorry.

Avalon: I’m fine, Liam, thank you. You apologize way too much for things that aren’t your fault.

Liam: I- Haha! I think you’re more put together than me, Avalon! And maybe that’s why he turned me down when I told him I’d go with him.

Avalon: Liam…

Harrison: The answer wouldn’t have changed even if you did have your life together more.

Liam’s eyes clouded over with sadness, but Harrison reached out and lightly poked him on the head.

Harrison: You know the reason he left is so that the fire wouldn’t spread to Crown.

Liam: Yeah… You’re right. Ahh, sorry! I totally ruined the mood! Just forget I said anything!

Victor: Sorry to keep you waiting, ladies and gents. Shall we discuss our next move?

Victor’s lighthearted tone of voice managed to silence the conversation. The members of Crown all turned their gazes toward him. I need to listen carefully, too.

Victor: First and foremost, we must be careful not to do anything that will interfere with William’s efforts to protect Crown. You may not engage in any actions that will be beneficial to the Privy Council, and contact with William is strictly forbidden.

Victor raised an index finger into the air like a teacher.

Jude: Tch. Interfere? He’s the one that made this mess! First off, how the hell didn’t he realize there was an outsider at the mansion?!

Victor: William was in fact aware of an invited guest who was present at the scene of Avarus’s assassination.

Wait, that reminds me…

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William: Don’t worry about them. It might be better for them if they’re not at the scene.

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He must’ve said that because he already knew a third party had intervened.

Jude: Then he should’ve killed ‘em right on the spot!

Victor: But since he did not, he must have judged the man to not be ‘evil’. Or if he guessed it was the newspaper reporter… Perhaps he kept him alive on purpose, so that he’d publicize his condemnation for the remaining members of the Butterfly to see.

Jude: …Ha! He’s off his head, as usual.

Victor: For thirteen years, William has known very well how the Privy Council works, and the cost of failing to eradicate the Butterfly. They should’ve just used Avarus as bait to draw Crown out. They wouldn’t interfere with what the Marquis did, but most of all they wouldn’t dirty their hands or try to condemn him. Even though they considered the Butterfly to be a blot on England, they silently watched him while pretending to maintain order. …Just like thirteen years ago. If we had let the Marquis go that night, we could’ve been allowing him to victimize more people. And that’s why he had to settle it on the spot.

Ellis: So it’s best not to do anything right now?

Victor: As I said earlier, any action that would work in the Privy Council’s favor is forbidden, as is direct contact with William.

This is Crown’s policy and I have to accept it. I listened to Victor’s words with baited breath, until his gaze shifted to look right at me.

Victor: Miss Avalon, do you have any suggestions of things we can do while abiding by those two rules?

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Avalon: I want to correct the article and expose the identity of the person who was truly behind it. I know Bryan Bennett didn’t come up with the idea on his own.

Just because William’s decided to live as a villain doesn’t make it right for him to be burdened with the Golden Butterfly’s crimes. I won’t let that happen. Even if William has accepted and even welcomed it.

Elbert: ……

Alfons: Interesting… Pardon me- although this is a very intriguing suggestion, is it even possible?

Avalon: I know Bryan, the man who wrote the article, and I have a way to get in touch with him, too. If he was watching the Marquis get assassinated, then he must’ve also seen how I fainted from the shock. I can tell him there’s something I need to discuss with him, and I’m sure he’ll meet with me, in hopes of getting more information about William.

Alfons: Hmm, I see. That does make sense.

Avalon: And if I can convince him to, I might get him to write a retraction and put the correct information out there. Then, at the very least, that would shake the foundations of the case the Privy Council is making against William in the court of public opinion.

And that will make mobilizing the police at least a little more difficult.

Harrison: So you’re going to ask the reporter who the mastermind is? You think you’re capable of such high levels of persuasion and interrogation?

Avalon: I’m definitely anxious about it. After all, it’s true that William killed the Marquis. And that’s a serious crime. I can’t talk about Crown. I’m not sure whether I can convince Bryan that William has nothing to do with the Butterfly’s crimes. Honestly, it depends on how well Bryan knows William, and how much he’s seen him do in the past. But I’m not going to give up before I even try.

Harrison: ……

If Bryan knows how much William cares for others, and how much he gives of himself… Then I have a feeling he’ll be receptive to what I have to say. Then again, maybe I’ll just be pushing my ideas onto him.

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William: I also think his strong sense of integrity is quite attractive. Why don’t you go and talk with him?

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William’s smile was the encouragement I’d needed that day.

Avalon: I’m still under Crown’s surveillance, so I know you might not allow me to meet with the reporter by myself. But I want to help William. And that’s the only thing I can think of right now. So may I have permission to meet with Bryan?

Victor: It might be a good idea for you to be the one who contacts him. But don’t you think it’s a little dangerous for you to meet with him directly?

Jude: Just say the word ‘n Ellis ‘n I can go instead of the commoner.

Well excuse me, aren’t you a commoner yourself, mister?

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Roger: What’s with the sudden interest, Jude?

Jude: I don’t give a fig about retractin’ William’s article, but the money I get from Crown is valuable income. Can’t risk losin’ that. All we need is for this bloke to spit out who’s pullin’ the strings, right? Gettin’ people to talk is my specialty.

Avalon: Can’t you take me with you, though? I want to try to get answers from him peacefully!

Jude: Rubbish. So we should waste time worryin’ ‘bout hurtin’ people’s feelings? My method’s faster.

Avalon: I understand what you’re saying, but I really think he’ll be receptive if I talk to him. We don’t need to use violence. Please!

Jude: …Poppycock.

Avalon: If you use force from the very start and get zero information from him, then we’ve exhausted all means from the get-go. Is that what you want? Don’t you think it’s more rational to try talking first and then resort to force as a last resort?

Jude: …Tch. Ya got three minutes. No more, no less. Then not a peep after your time’s up. Can’t have some amateur shriekin’ ‘n cryin’ next to me when I’m tryin’ to torture someone.

T-torture?! …Well then, guess I’ll have my work cut out for me, getting through to him in three minutes.

Avalon: Fine, then. Is that all right with you, Victor?

Victor: Hmm… I think so. It won’t be as dangerous if you have Jude and Ellis with you. And if things go south, Jude can just clean things up with his usual methods and all will be well!

Jude: Hey! That makes it sound like you’re just usin’ me.

Victor: Oh, come on, now. Anyway, Go ahead and do as you please, Avalon.

Avalon: Thank you so much!

Ellis: You’re bringing me with you? That’s unusual.

Jude: What’s in your head, Ellis? ‘Cause I know it’s not brains.

Ellis, who had just been thoroughly dressed down by Jude, whispered into my ear.

Ellis: Worst case scenario, I’ll put Jude into a chokehold so you can finish your business.

Avalon: …Um, are you sure that’s okay?

Jude: Course it ain’t! Try it ‘n I’ll kick your arse!

~~~~

I dashed off a letter to Bryan and Victor arranged for it to be delivered in secret. His reply came within a few days.

“The postmaster will keep the post office open after hours tomorrow night. Let’s meet there.

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Finally, the day arrived. It was a perfect night for a secret meeting: a thick fog hung in the darkness.

Avalon: …Let’s go.

Jude, Ellis, and I stood in the back alleyway behind the post office. I was so nervous I thought my heart was going to burst.

Ellis: Be careful. If something happens, call out in a loud voice.

Jude: ……

Jude didn’t reply. He just took out his pocket watch and checked the time. He’s really going to time me! Well then, there’s no time to waste. You can do this, Avalon!

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I stepped into the eerily silent post office and saw a man with red hair standing there, almost invisible in the darkness.

Avalon: Bryan…?

Bryan: Oh, it’s you!

The color drained from his face with worry as he rushed over to me.

Bryan: I’ve been worried sick, wondering if you were all right! Let me guess- do you want to talk to me about Lord Rex?

Avalon: Yes. Let me be frank. I came here today to persuade you.

Bryan: Persuade me? What about?

Avalon: I read your article claiming that William is involved in human trafficking and the manufacture and sale of drugs, and I want you to retract it.

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Bryan stared back at me in shock.

Bryan: Wh-why would you ask such a thing?

As if some idea had just struck him, Bryan grabbed me by the shoulders.

Bryan: Is he threatening you? You witnessed the barbaric murder he committed yourself! You fainted from the shock of it all! Listen, if he’s threatening you, then I…

Avalon: Please, Bryan… Calm down and listen to me. The human trafficking and drug-related crimes were actually all committed by the Marquis, not William. William is the one who tried to stop him and-

Bryan: Lord Rex is a monster! He can control people with some strange powers! He’ll even kill his own friends without a hint of remorse if it suits him!

Avalon: That’s not true! He’s human, just like you and me. And Avarus wasn’t his friend!

No, I have to stay calm! Breathe, Avalon, breathe.

Avalon: You were so full of compliments for him when we met. William was always on the side of those who sought freedom, remember? Didn’t you say yourself that he loved encouraging others and generously supported them, regardless of class or status? Do you really think such a person would get involved with human trafficking and illegal drugs, when both of those things rob people of their freedom?

Bryan: That was… It was all a ploy to gain our trust and deceive the public! It was nothing more than self-preservation!

“Self-preservation”? I wouldn’t ever think to describe William in that way.

Avalon: And what about the person who made you write that article? Is that what they told you to convince you to do so? Can THEY be trusted?

My heart pounded violently with sadness and frustration.

Avalon: Who was it that let you into Marquis Avarus’s mansion that night?

Bryan: I can’t… tell you. What about you? What makes you so convinced about William Rex? Why do you support him?

Avalon: I-

I can’t tell him about Crown. At this rate, we’re at a standstill… As I racked my brain for something else I could use to convince him, a scornful laugh echoed behind me in the darkness.

Jude: Heh. Figured this’d happen.

Bryan: …Who are you?

Jude: Does it matter? …Tie him up, Ellis.

A black shadow dashed through the small room, and then Ellis’s large palm touched Bryan’s head.

Bryan: Whaa-?!

Suddenly, Bryan’s wrists stuck together as if they were tightly bound, and he couldn’t move a muscle. That must be Ellis’s ability…!

Bryan: Wh-what’s going on? Argh!

Jude took advantage of Bryan’s confusion and kicked him hard, slamming him to the ground. Bryan groaned with pain as he rolled on the floor, unable to soften the blow of the impact.

Jude: Ya wanna know how she knows so much ‘bout William?

Avalon: Jude, please wa-

Jude: Ya promised to keep your mouth shut!

His voice was so deep it sounded like it came from the depths of the earth itself, freezing me to the spot. …Rude. A smile appeared on his lips, as if he were pleased with my reaction.

Jude: …The promises I make ain’t cheap.

Avalon: I promise I’ll pay you for breaking my promise. But give me more time!

Bryan: Are you Lord Rex’s friends too?

Jude: Not friends. I find ‘em all revolting.

Jude was about to stomp right on Bryan’s face, but I jumped in front of him to save him.

Avalon: Bryan… I know you’re not the kind of person who would write lies and purposefully demean others! It’s true that William killed someone that night. But the rest of that article is nothing but lies! And you’re a better reporter than to publish libel.

Bryan: Are you mad?! You know he’s a murderer and you still want me to retract the article?!

Bryan let out a sharp whistle. The door burst open and men dressed like police silently appeared.

Policeman: Avalon, was it? You seem to know a lot about Lord Rex. You give us the information we want, and we’ll protect you. No harm will come to you, but you need to cut ties with these men!

[marshmallowprotection]

so, i was replaying saeyoungs route and looking at the thoughts, and the one where he thinks "your breaths become the radiant milky way" caught my attention! i love poetry, and that thought in itself sounded a bit poetic, so i was thinking .. do you think saeyoung ever writes? or is he just naturally romantic and charming lolol

You know, I don't know. I mean, he loves to make up stories and he can be rather philosophical when he wants to be. He makes up stories all the time to be able to vent out his frustrations because that's the only safe way to do it. So, it's not much of a stretch of the imagination to say he has a way with words.

The unfortunate reality to this answer is that the agency really trained him to think on his toes. There are instances where he has to dress up as a damsel in distress to slip past some creeps, and he had to learn how to naturally float in a circumstance where he needs to be romantic. I imagine he picked up a lot of that. He loves to twist and pull at your heart strings!

He can tell any story he wants to, but the one he loves most is the one that makes you smile. If you show interest in him spinning words together, he'll learn how to do it even better than he already does. Sure, most of his skills are because he had no choice but to learn them to survive, but they are his to keep and grow now that he is a free man thanks to you. 

[lastwave]

Hello, if you have the energy, time and will, would you expand on the recent post you made on how people in fandom talk about the skills and how harry feels about them? Like, what kind of things people say are hurtful/inaccurate/uncomfortable, in relation to disco elysium?

I do not mean to pressure you to educate me on this topic, as it is not the responsibility of the affected to educate unknowing people just because they are affected, of course. I just have not found many sources discussing the microaggression regarding the way some people talk about the skillset in disco elysium and the way that they might differ from the general microsaggression about psychosis and systems.

I ask this because I am curious about the way other people experience the world (though I know I will not always get my curiosity sated and this might be a selfish reason) and I want to know what not to do or say in talks about the skillset or in depictions of the skillset in art or writing. I want to be able to discuss and use the skillset as a game mechanic, narrative device and characters in a way that minimizes harm to marginalized groups. I also know that venting or talking about frustrations can sometimes help make one feel better, (but I also know that that depends on the person, problem and the relationship between the venter and the person listening) so maybe this can help relieve some feelings? Those are my intentions with this ask.

I apologize if my careful wording is too overly careful or if this question in other ways causes you unnecessary strife. I just try to be a careful person when it comes to these topics. If you'd rather only respond to me personally instead of the ask, feel free to message me. Whatever way you wanna handle this, if it be publicly as a post, a private message or if you do not feel like you want to answer at all.

Whatever you choose, I wish you the best day that you can have today. Kind regards, Chromatophorium

hiii thank u for asking!

im gonna preface the system bit with whether or not harry & his skills are a system is never explicitly stated, so take this all with a grain of salt

the rest is under the readmore so i don't clog up peoples dashboards

so what gets me is a lot of works imply the skills are less as people than Harry. i understand where the assumption comes from tho, because a lot of media likes to purport the idea of an "original" alter, which isn't how the disorder works. harry is the current host, and he identifies with the body, but the host isn't any more or less person than the other alters.

& we know the skills have independent thought from harry and their own, even if some (or a lot) of them share similar goals (see electrochemistry and volition, two very different personalities w/ different thoughts on how to go about things, but share a goal of keeping the system experiencing joy, though echem has considerably worse coping mechanisms). hell, they even have different political affiliations (see different routes) and a method of coming to a consensus on information (thought cabinet.)

and, as implied in the name, the skills have different talents from harry. *harry's* talent is connecting with people. i interpret the red checks with other skills as trying to let another alter front. i know ive had moments where i've had to let a way more socially adept alter take over. this would be a slightly different conversation if he was implied to be polyfragmented, but hes not soo.

that's why im less inclined to believe theyre a delusion or supernatural thing (shivers excluded, shes definitely supernatural), bc on the most part the skills just act like people, and all display signs of did/osdd (amnesia, distinct personalities, dissociation, etc.) if u want i can make a separate post going into individual skills and how i think they fit how certain alters form, but thats off topic

ANYWAY. it irks me when people boil the skills down to "this is the one that wants good things and this is the one that wants silly things and this is the one that wants bad things" bc it really falls easily into the negative stereotypes applied to systems & by extension psychotic people

[fairypaw]

20 for Spiderleg, and 19 for Firestar?

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter? + Spiderleg

ID KILL for a friend group consisting of spider, shrew, squirrel, leaf and white. like idk they would give off cousins you didn't know you weren't related to because your parents are best friends and you call them your aunt/uncle.

Also think its sooo fawkin funny since leaf and spider had beef in canon kinda over the whole him not being there for his kits, okay hear me out, they never have been able to see eye to eye as kids and leaf blows up on him over not seeing rose/toad because she's mostly projecting over not being able to be a mother to her own kits.

But it ends with spider venting about how he's unready to be someone these kits should look up to, something about his brother dying in hopes to save their baby sisters and they still died anyway. maybe throw in my personal hc that he planned to have kits with sootfur but he died too soon and it just hit him that he didn't have the life they planned, and it ends in spiderleaf bestiesms. Leaf convinces spider that he should at least try with them, and Spider down the line after the secret was revealed convinces her to reconcile with her own kits.

ALSO spider + squirrel have a friendly ish rivalry, as in it's not serious but they don't hesitate to punt each other for the bit, but they have their soft moments of shared softness (shrew & soot's deaths) ans they both should have another rivalry over their platonic love for daisy actually. i also do happen to believe in spiderdaisy qpr, give me sassy gossip girls or give me nothing.

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like? + Firestar

Spottedfire is almost too easy of an answer. like ugh okay you couldve maybe convinced me at a platonic/sister/maternal relation potrayal in canon, or HELL id be okay with a romantic route IF they didn't have a weird age gap or the emotional infidelity. like a ghost girlfriend/right person not enough time CAN be my cup of tea (esp since i do like fallenholly).

But everything they have CANONICALLY it creeps me out, it doesn't serve anything good plot wise, its not interesting, it doesent give anyone any depth, it dragged and muddled the plot its unnecessary and again, UNCOMFORTABLE. the way they only make spotted important only to be the object of another character just makes me sick (ex. fire, th*stle, in a way leaf and jay) as in she's this perfect an untouchable only wants what's best because she couldn't have the life she wants. but in the perspective of another character ? shes never really stood on her own as anything and it frustrates me.