#i'm baaaaaaaack!

[soleil-in-retrograde]

So I uh hit post instead of "save as draft" to prep for so we've got this a couple days early.

Anyway BUSY SEASON IS OVER! I have the brainpower for the fic again! \o/

First chapter: HERE

Recap: HERE

Enjoy! (And cry). NGL, this chapter is on the heavy side and I had to stare at a wall for a bit while writing it.

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BIG BSD WINS TODAY: the daughters x2 finally returned, Kenji and Tecchou friendship is real and true, ATSUSHI AND FYODOR FINALLY MET AFTER 118 FUCKING CHAPTERS, and most importantly of all, WE ARE INCEST FREE BABEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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Splatoon 3 devs be like

AND HERE COMES THE GIANT FIST!!!!!

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Morals (Part One)

Summary: You have been traveling with Joel and Ellie for some time, but something has been bothering him.

Joel/Reader Insert

You were always getting into trouble. You could be worse than Ellie sometimes, still unsure of yourself with a knife, even less so with a gun. Joel couldn’t blame you, no matter what he said to you out loud. He told you to get a grip, that he wouldn’t always be there to save your ass but he still made sure he was watching you and Ellie at all times. He didn’t want you to know that though, of course. And the one time he let you out of his sight, you’re bleeding. 

This time wasn’t nearly as bad as when he had first met you, at the Lakeside Resort. You had just taken a spill down some steps getting away from a clicker, getting a nasty two inch slash across your thigh. But still, you didn’t cherish the thought of Joel having to rescue you once again. 

You tried to stand, pulling yourself up on the dusty bannister, but Ellie came rushing in, gun in hand. She spotted you on the steps, shouting your name. 

“Joel! I found her,” her eyes went wide as she took in the blossoming of red on your jeans. You held your hand up, assuring her. 

“I’m okay, it’s just a cut,” You said even as the pain burned up your leg. It hurt like hell, of course, but you would live. “I didn’t get bit, I’m fine, just a little banged up.” 

Joel came rushing to the door, his eyes going to the bloodied leg as well. He shoved Ellie behind him quickly. 

“She wasn’t bit,” Ellie said, looking up at him. 

Did you imagine a sigh of relief? If it was, it was because of Ellie, you were sure. It was the same reason he kept you around at all. You had helped Ellie when he couldn’t and Ellie got attached to you. As much as he would like to play a hard ass, you knew he would give Ellie pretty much anything she wanted. He wouldn’t hear the end of it if he let you die. 

“Get the kit, Ellie,” Joel barked, dropping his bag to the floor. He walked over to you, kneeling down in front of you without looking at your face. You wished you could read his expression. Was he annoyed at you for getting hurt yet again? 

“I’m sorry,” you said, a preemptive strike. Ellie ran up behind him, setting the first aid kit beside him. He popped it open, cleaning his hands of blood and dirt before he did anything. 

“You shouldn’ta run off on your own,” he said, gingerly touching the tear. It split across your mid thigh. He stared at it for a long moment before grabbing both sides of the opening, as if he was going to rip it. You held his hands to stop him. 

“Sorry, these are the only pants I have and I’m not about to walk out of here with my ass out,” you said. Ellie tried not to laugh at Joel’s bewildered face. Before he could get annoyed you lifted your hips, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs, careful over the wound, and stopping at your knees. 

Joel paused, not moving or saying anything. His eyes darted to yours for a moment before he went back to what he was doing, now hyper focused cleaning the cut. 

You hadn’t thought it though, but now you looked at yourself, your jeans pulled down and nothing but your panties covering you with his face inches away. You tried not to blush. 

Of course you thought of Joel that way. He saved you on a number of occasions, he was good with Ellie. And god was he good looking, you always had a thing for silver foxes. He was tall and broad and strong. 

But he was older than you by twenty years, you were sure he thought of you like another damsel he had to protect. 

He was gentle for someone with hands that rough. He cleaned your wound and had you bandaged in no time. His pinky finger almost grazed the hem of your panties a few times, each time he flinched away. You wanted to tease him for it, ask him if he was allergic to silk and lace. It’s the one luxury you allowed yourself, especially as it wasn’t hard to find in the wreckage of old malls. No one was really looking for impractical things like that anymore. Which left it all for you to grab when no one was looking. 

You grabbed your jeans, pulling them back up carefully over the fresh bandage. Joel helped you stand, the wrapping tight on your leg. 

“Can you walk?” Joel asked, his hand ready at your waist, just hovering over you enough so you could barely feel it. 

“I’m fine, it didn’t even need stitches,” You said, waving him off.

“I can do stitches,” Ellie offered, her hand raised. 

“She can’t do stitches,” Joel shook his head. 

“Which is fine because I don’t need them, can we take this show on the road?” You asked. Ellie laughed, the kind of laugh that wasn’t necessarily at your joke, but out of relief that you could still make them. 

Joel had told you what she said. She was dead asleep one night, when Joel finally trusted you to be near her when she slept, and he had told you about her fear of being alone, of being abandoned. How he would kill you if you did anything to hurt her. That’s when you had told him about your son, the one David had said he buried after he fell and broke his neck. At only eight years old. Although now you knew that was likely untrue. 

“You look too young to be a mother,” Joel had said. 

“I was,” You had said. He didn’t need you to explain. He had clenched his fists on his legs and you knew exactly what he was thinking. It was what you had thought when you first saw David with Ellie. You saw yourself not much older than Ellie, already with a child and unable to point a finger because he was the only thing keeping you alive.

David hadn’t bothered you in years, you were much too old now. Hadn’t bothered anyone, you thought. Naively, you knew now. That’s why you didn’t think twice about helping Joel get back to her, even if it meant risking your life. You knew he only let you live at first because Ellie begged him. He had slaughtered anyone else in his way. 

He wasn’t all that much nicer to you after you told him that, but he seemed to trust you more. 

If it were up to Ellie, they would stay for weeks. The compound that stretched over five acres was seemingly abandoned, with walls that looked like they used to be maintained, but hadn’t been for quite some time. Probably a town that had enough people willing to stay and fight for themselves, and rich enough to have stockpiled the supplies after 9/11. A lot of the houses had been equipped with security strong enough to qualify as a giant panic room. 

What you all enjoyed was the heat and running water, saved from the solar panels and rainwater. Rich people knew how to live at the end of the world, you decided. You spent a day clearing out a small block around a big, pale blue house. Once Joel triple checked that the house was empty and figured out how to seal it up at night, you finally had your first good night’s sleep in years.

It had been over a week at the compound, spent with you, Ellie, and Joel scavenging for supplies. It seemed like every day you found something useful, which made it easy for Ellie to convince Joel to stay “just one more day.” 

You would spend all day in the tub if you could. You waited until the house was locked up for the night and everyone else had showered so you didn’t care if you used the last of the hot water. Joel and Ellie made fun of you of course but that didn’t stop you. 

That’s where you really wanted to be right now. In the tub with a book, knowing Joel and Ellie were safe downstairs playing Boggle. Instead, you were in the creepy dilapidated grocery store, a gun you barely knew how to use in your hands while Joel stayed exactly two steps ahead of you at all times, gun raised. At least you two knew Ellie was safe at home, locked away. Ellie knew how to open and close up the house you had been staying in and both you and Joel knew she knew enough to stay put until you got home. 

You just hoped you made it back to her in one, uninfected piece. You and Joel had found a wealth of supplies on this little excursion. But you had also found several infected.

You had been young when the change happened. And after, you were taken in at Lakeside. You hadn’t had much contact with the infected. You had been fine with this arrangement. But as the weather was now much warmer, you were seeing more and more. After one had gotten right in your face, nearly biting off your nose before Joel ripped it away from you, you decided you never needed to get that close ever again. 

Joel pulled you through the downpouring rain, to the  big red pick up truck they had driven up in. They had gotten as close to the store as they could, but med tents and army trucks had been parked in front. 

“Fuck,” Joel yelled as you ran up to the car. You didn’t need to ask why, you could see the back tire torn to shreds just as well as he could. “Just get in, get in, we’re safe inside!”

He ripped the back door open for you and you hurried in, crawling to the other side. He jumped in himself before shutting the door. He finally took a breath, ragged and exhausted as you sat in the back seat. Your shoulder touched his bicep, warm and solid.

“I got another tire in the bed,” Joel said, though you weren’t sure to you or himself. 

“You can’t change it in the rain, we just gotta wait it out.”

“Well, who’s fault is that?” He snapped at you. You jumped back at his sudden shift in mood. You couldn’t imagine how stressful it was for him, but it had been a while since he yelled like this. “You should’ve stayed home with Ellie.”

“So you could die out here by yourself?”

“I’m fine if I don’t have to worry about you, you’re a distraction,” he said, his words tumbling out of him. 

“Excuse me?”

“How’s the leg?” He asked, teeth gritted. The cut had almost healed, just a faded pink line now. He had seemed a bit off around you but you had written that off as being annoyed he had to save your ass once again. 

“My leg?” You asked, studying the lines on his face. “Joel, what the fuck are you talking about? Are you mad I got hurt? Because I didn’t get hurt just now. Actually, if we’re keeping score, I think I even got one this time.”

“You think I can’t see you?” Joel said. He sounded as if he had given this a lot of thought, which was odd considering you weren’t quite sure what the hell he was on about. “Walking around in a little towel, getting undressed right in front of me, showing your-,” He shook his head. “Jesus, I know I’m twice your age but I ain’t dead.”

You felt your cheeks burn bright red. Those dreams you had of him throwing you down and taking you weren’t one sided. 

“You’re not twice my age, don’t exaggerate,” you said. His dark eyes were hard on you. “I’m sorry if I…distracted you?”

“Don’t make me sound like a jackass.” You couldn’t tell in this dim light but was he blushing as well?

“I just said what you said, verbatim.”

“You know what I mean,” Joel said, now more annoyed than angry. “You’re running for your life, why are you wearing frilly underwear?”

“My underwear is distracting you?” 

He turned away, looking out the windshield with rain pouring down. He gripped the gun in his hand harder. “You were shoving your pussy in my face, what do you want from me?”

You had to bite your lip. Why did that sound so good from him? He was angry, but not really at you. It had certainly been a while for you. How long had it been for him?

“I mean-,” you started but he shook his head. 

“Stop,” he said. “We can’t. Jesus, we can’t.”

“Why not?” You hoped that didn’t sound like a whine. He turned to you, studying your face. 

“I ain’t gonna fuck you just ‘cause you’re desperate,” he said. 

“What makes you think it’s because I’m desperate?”

Joel laughed, a cold humorless laugh. “You’ve seen what I do. You know what I am. Do I gotta mention that I’m old enough to be your father?”

“I don’t care,” you said truthfully. You touched his thigh. He didn’t pull away. “It’s not because I’m desperate. I mean, obviously I’m horny as all hell, but the thought of you bending me over gets me through many cold nights,” Joel cursed under his breath as you let the word vomit tumble out. You weren’t sure if it was adrenaline or pure stupidity but he had crossed the line first. “I want you.”

You let your hand go up his leg a little further. His reflexes were fast and he grabbed your wrist, throwing it away from him. At first you thought you had pushed him too far but instead he grabbed you, throwing you up over the center console. Your torso leaned over into the front, while your legs and ass hung into the back seat. You could see his hungry eyes in the rear view mirror.

“Joel-,”

“You said you want this,” he said behind you. You felt him move behind you, sliding into the middle seat so he was directly between your bent legs. He smacked your ass sharply. “Do you want this?”

“Fuck,” you hissed out. “Yes, I want this.”

Joel undid your belt, sliding your jeans off your hips, along with another pair of what Joel would call ridiculous panties. 

He spanked you again, this time on your bare ass, surprising a yelp out of you. You felt so exposed, naked in front of him. 

“I want you to fuck me.” You knew how needy you sounded. It had been building since you met him. Every time he grabbed you away, held your hand, touched you at all. Your skin felt like it was on fire now.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. You shuttered as he kissed the back of your thigh, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin. 

You were about to beg him to take his pants off when you felt his tongue touch you. He grabbed your hips, plunging his face into you like he had never tasted anything so good. 

“Joel,” you moaned, only causing his grip on your hips to tighten. “Oh my god, Joel.” 

You reached back, grasping at his hair, his hands, anything to feel closer to him. You wanted him inside you so badly but the way he was devouring you was making your eyes roll back into your head. 

“Come for me, sweetheart,” A name he only reserved when he thought you really needed it. God, did you need it. The string snapped and you came, hard, squeezing his hand against your hip. 

He dragged his tongue lazily up one last time, as if savoring how you tasted. He pulled your jeans back up, making your spirit deflate a little. 

“You don’t-,”

“No,” he said firmly. 

You sat back in the back seat. Your eyes wandered down. His jeans were tented, a noticeable bulge in the front. You bit your lip, noting how big he was. You wanted to climb in his lap and ride him until you made him feel like he had just made you feel. 

“It looks like you want to.”

“Believe me, I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life,” Joel explained, even as he shifted uncomfortably. “But I can’t.” 

You laughed incredulously. “Are you serious?”

“Dead.” 

“After that you’re gonna say you can’t fuck me?” You asked. You were still dripping wet for him, knowing you sounded like you were begging. You kind of were. You had never felt so good in your life, you wanted more. 

“Trust me,” he said, leaning up again the side of truck. “Now go to sleep.”

You didn’t know how you could, when every part of you wanted him inside of you. 

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[mybrokenlittletoy]

So I really REALLY hope this isn't weird, I just love your writing. I think it's really really good, you do suspense and emotion so well. Your detective story was so beautifully done even though I know it was so long ago. Anyway I hope you have a good night.

Thank you!

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I hope everyone is having a fantastic night and has a fantastic rest of their week! :)

Except for Wada, I hope you step on a lego you fuck. uwu 🙏🙏🙏

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W H A T ? ? ? !

I miss destinyshipping so much oh my god

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To the surprise of literally no one my top artist was The Birthday Massacre and my top two songs were the result of me obsessing over a specific whump OC

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Does using my own photo that I took on a trip for an imagine make me the real y/n? I wonder...

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Time Travelers AU - Bathroom Break

I am baaaaaaaack on the story ! For those who missed it I published everyone's backstory, all are linked in the master post !

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I feel like this chapter is way too short compared to the time it took me to write it

Here it was: the moment Dust dreaded the most... going back to work. Not that there was a problem with his job, his colleagues were fine, the customers were usually nice except for some exceptions, but it was to be expected when working in a fast food. No, the thing that worried him was leaving his roommates, because they were basically roommates, alone all day. He wasn't afraid they would fight, thought Nightmare had been quite distant these past few days, he didn't participate in conversations during meals and usually just translated for Killer and asked him a few things, but apart from that he always seemed moody, mad about something and avoiding them. It did worry Dust, maybe it was something he did, or didn't do, that caused the noble to change his behavior ? He'll need to talk about it with him. Regarding the others they all seemed to get along, he noticed Cross would sometimes lower his guard when Killer talked, or rather rambled, to him to listen to what he was saying, which was something important to note as the knight only ever left the door to eat, Dust knew it because he saw him sleeping while still standing. Horror was nice to everyone, just not paying much attention to Nightmare as he seemed to avoid him more than the others anyway, and Killer just liked to chat with everyone, not caring if they understood him or not. So no, Dust wasn't scared they would fight. He was scared they would get bored, get curious and break something or even hurt themselves, that someone would knock at the door and call the cops when seeing them, or many other things they could do that could result in troubles both for them and for Dust. He really didn't need that.

Dust sighed, preparing yet another burger and putting it in a bag for those at the drive through, he didn't need to think about it anymore, the movements were basically muscle memory at that point. Should he introduce the others to burgers ? Maybe he could order everyone a burger once he got his paycheck, and he could buy soda and potatoes to make the fries himself ? Would they even like it ? Nightmare would probably despise the grease, maybe Cross too as he seemed to be very in shape, but he had a feeling Killer and Horror would like it. Well, that could be a plan for later then.

He felt someone tap on his shoulder.

- Break time, I'm taking your place.

His colleague said. Was it already his break ? He didn't see the time pass, for once. Well, he usually didn't have much to think about, so he must admit he wasn't particularly focused on the time that day.

- Oh, okay, thanks.

He finished the burger he was making before putting down his apron and going to the changing rooms to grab his phone in his locker. He then went to the bathroom, not that he needed to go as he was a skeleton, but he liked sitting on the throne in his little cabin, that way he didn't have to sit in the staff's room and make small talk with the others, he could just scroll on his phone for fifteen minutes without being disturbed. He sometimes wished he had a digestive system so he could take a dump on company time and be paid for it, but he didn't have one, anything a skeleton consumed was either turned into magic or would get thrown up if the body couldn't "digest" it. What a shame, honestly.

He wondered for a moment if he should call home on the land-line, but he soon figured it would be useless as he didn't teach them how to pick up a phone, so he just hoped everything was fine and went on socials to see what new brainrot was available to pass the time.

His alarm went off after fifteen minutes, indicating the end of his break. He sighed.

- Alright, here we go again...

He muttered to himself, getting up without flushing, and opened the door to step out of the cabin. He tripped on a branch and fell face first on the grass.

Cross flinched, planting his sword in the ground as to maintain balance when he felt everything shift around him. The house had dissapeared, and he found himself in a field surrounded by a forest. It felt like a few days ago, when he appeared in Dust's backyard, he had felt the air sting and crackle before everything shifted, and when he opened his eyes, he was somewhere else.

Where was he now ? He pulled his sword from the ground, holding it tight in case a threat would appear, and looked around him, were the others here too ? He heard a noise behind him, and quickly turned, only to see Killer gripping on a branch, hanging from a tree. As he was about to run by his side he saw Horror coming out from behind a bush, leaves and twigs stucked in the furr of his coat. Killer saw him too.

- Horrooooooor ! Adiuvaaaaa ! He cried.

Horror jumped, not expecting to hear a voice above him, and quickly went to grab Killer and put him safely on the ground. The Roman then immediately opened his bag to make sure all of his stuffs were with him, and sighed in relief before looking up at the Viking.

- Gratis..

Horror nodded, then looked at Cross.

- Vel ?

He asked, thought Cross didn't understand, but he supposed Horror asked him if he was doing good, as he looked concerned. Cross was doing fine, he wasn't hurt and by chance landed on his feet and on a plain surface, unlike Killer who ended up in a tree.

- Eo vais ben, mercit.

He thanked him, before hearing a spine-chilling scream.

- Google noooooooo !!

All three of them turned quickly, startled, and saw Dust, a little farther, kneeling on the ground with his little magic rectangle in his hands, visibly distressed.

- Dust ? Killer called, bene facis ?

- Google's dead ! Dust cried out, holding his rectangle in the air, it's mort, morz, mortuus, liflátinn, dead !!

Cross froze, who was dead ? Who was so important that Dust had to announce their death in five languages ? Was his rectangle dead ? Wait, wasn't the rectangle what allowed them to communicate ? Oh. They might have a problem then.

They looked at each other for a minute, not knowing how to save the rectangle from death, before Killer went to the wheeping skeleton and kneeled before him, looking through his bag. Dust looked up at him when he took out the thick book Dust had been reading recently: the Old Norse dictionary. Cross remembered Killer shoving the book in his bag when Dust left without it, saying he would keep it safe until he returned. Dust looked at the dictionary in awe, taking it carefully.

- Oh my fucking god, Killer, I love you so much right now, gratis.. !

Killer smiled, happy to have been useful.

As Dust was getting up with Killer's help they heard a new noise, and as they turned, they were met with a rather unusual sight: Nightmare, the very sophisticated Nightmare, was laying face flat in a mud puddle, the only mud puddle in the whole field, and looked particularly horrified, and disgusted, when he stood on his elbows, his face covered with mud. Killer couldn't help but burst out with laughter, especially when Nightmare tried to get up only to slip and fall again. Cross heard Dust fight back his own laughter and Horror chuckled, but even if the scene was indeed funny, Nightmare trully looked distressed, and Cross couldn't leave him like that.

- Sire !

He rushed to his side, helping him up by letting him grab him for balance, not caring if he dirtied his armor as it was rather easy to clean.

- Vous trouvez cela amusant !? Nightmare yelled, angry, and shaking slightly, asking if they found it funny.

Horror raised his hands in an apalogy motion, but Killer was still pretty much dying on the ground, wheezing and holding his non-existant stomach, Dust simply avoiding his gaze. Nightmare huffed, a shameful blush on his cheeks as Cross helped him step out of the puddle and sit on a log nearby as he tried to wipe the mud from his face, taking his gloves off as they were just as muddy anyway.

- Estes-vos blecié, sire ? Cross asked, wanting to know if he was hurt.

Nightmare shook his head, he wasn't hurt, physically at least. Cross nodded, standing straight again to look at the others: Killer had stopped laughing and was now catching his breath, Dust was looking at their surroundings, and Horror was looking at Nightmare, thoughtful, but didn't come any closer.

Now that everyone was here, they needed to think of a plan. They needed to figure out where they ended up, or when, if they could seek shelter somewhere, or if they couldn't and would have to build a sort of nest at least for the night, what they could hunt or gather, take turn to stand guard, ... Horror didn't seem to have his axe with him, which was... rather inconvenient, but he was pretty sure Killer still had his knives in his bag so it meant they were at least two with weapons to defend the group. He looked down at Nightmare again. They had to find water.

He sighed and gestured to everyone to come closer. He would rather they didn't split up.

- Nos devons trover eaue, he said, glancing at Nightmare who was still staring at his hands, senz se séparer, he added, looking back at them.

- Okay wait, Dust stopped him, "eaue" means water, right ? I mean he does need to wash himself so it would make sense he needs water... wait I think I remember the translation... he thought for a while, looking throught the dictionary, okay so.. aqua for Latin ? Aaaand... vatn for Old Norse.

Killer snorted.

- Sordidus est, aqua eget.

Cross wasn't sure what that meant, but judging by Nightmare's glare it most likely was a mockery, or one of the Roman's usual tease at least. He wanted to reprimand him, now wasn't the time for teasing, but Horror was faster than him and gave Killer a gentle nudge on the shoulder, shaking his head disapprovingly, to which Killer whined but didn't push it. Horror then pointed at the woods.

- Vatn.

Before anyone could reply, he opened the way. He had fallen in a bush and heard running water in the distance when he got up, surely there was a river nearby.

- Wait wait wait ! Dust interrupted again, Horror stopping to look at him. We're just gonna accept that we apparently got tossed throught time ? I mean it ain't you guys first time but it is mine ! And I actually have to go back to work !

Cross frowned. Work ? He knew what work meant, but why was Dust talking about work ? Oh, right ! Dust was supposed to be at work ! But he couldn't get back to work now, they didn't even know in what time they were, but surely it wasn't Dust's time anymore as these strange buildings were nowhere to be seen. Cross shook his head, Dust couldn't go back to work for now.

- What do you mean no ? I need the money.

Cross thought for a while, trying to remember the translation for money, and shook his head again.

- Nos sommes denz une altre époque, pas de "work".

He tried to explain, telling him they were in a different time. Dust frowned at him, before sighing.

- Well it's gonna be one fucking long bathroom break then... He mumbled, before following Horror again.

Cross held out a hand for Nightmare but the noble got up by himself, and simply followed the others from a distance, Cross walking behind to make sure no one deviated from the line and no threat appeared.

After only a few minutes they heard running water, and at the next turn around a tree, they saw a small river. Nightmare went to kneel on the shore and put his hands in the water. Killer went next to him, crounching down, and ignoring Nightmare's glare to rummage through his bag and take out a piece of cloth that he handed him. Nightmare looked at it for a while before taking it without saying a word, still bitter that they laughed, and put it in the water to clean his face. Dust stayed near Horror, looking at the trees.

Cross stood back, watching them all, making sure everything was safe for them to stop here.

He really hoped they could find a shelter soon.

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Thanks, everyone! I'm happy to be back, and I'm finding I have a lot more energy after taking a little break. Onwards to Act 6, indeed!

@morganwick asked: There literally, actually is a Burger King less than 40 minutes from Rose's house. That may sound simple and obvious, but when fans figured that out after this ran it practically blew their minds.

Her area is fairly remote - but there's a limit to how remote you can really be when you're living in the state of New York, right?

(^ she knows nothing about US geography)

@animation-recaps-by-sean asked: The troll sprites didn't automatically die at the end of the game, it's implied that Jack hunted them down and killed them

Wait, really? I had a little search through the comic there, but I can't find any statements implying that this is the case, unless they're in a walkaround somewhere.

Maybe I missed it - if so, send me a link and I'll take a look!

@catlikeascendant asked: idk if you go here but are there any ships you are interested in/think will be canonized? like it or not, it is a pretty important part of the story!

Thewertsearch dot tumblr dot com is a certified Rosemary nation. That's the only ship I'm really ride-or-die for, and the only one I am absolutely 100% sure will be canonized.

If you're interested, I made a full list of my ships back at the end of Hivebent, which I still mostly stand by - although I might need to rethink the ones involving Gamzee, specifically.

@relaxxattack asked: it’s so crazy that your “jump back in” point is perhaps the most fast paced and high stakes part of the entire comic. i absolutely love this arc, but i do NOT envy having to grapple with it directly after a hiatus!

I know, right?

Honestly, it's probably a good thing. The pacing is really energizing me - I haven't been able to blog at this pace since early Hivebent.

@morganwick asked: "The terms of a God Tier permadeath are defined according to the case of the individual - which implies that Heroic and Just are subjective, even to Sburb. It sounds like there might not be any ironclad rules, and that everyone's ruling works differently." Or as another liveblogger put it, when she got to the line in question: "In other words, 'by Andrew Hussie'."

Heh. That's what it ultimately boils down to, doesn't it?

I can grumble about 'canon' and 'meta shenanigans' until I'm blue in the face - but at the end of the day, the story will go in the direction that Hussie wants it to go. No ifs, ands or buts.

@krixwell asked: I actually think the "no lying" thing is essential to making Doc Scratch as intimidating as he is. He makes it pretty clear that (assuming it's real) it's a self-imposed challenge – he's handicapping his own manipulation just for fun, and he's still massively confident that what he's doing will work out exactly how he wants it to anyway. Normally such hubris would be a surefire sign of a character's imminent downfall, but because he's near-omniscient, we the readers know that his confidence isn't unfounded. We know he has very solid reasons to believe his main designs cannot not succeed, even with dark pockets here and there. I just think it does a fantastic job at selling the idea that his designs are inevitability itself, his guidance hopeless to struggle against, his words the rails on the one way track of the alpha timeline.

Hm. I do like that, I have to say.

It's fun picking away at Scratch's chatlogs, trying to find statements that are technically 'false' - but the fact that he presents himself as truthful and yet succeeds in his manipulations anyway is very strong characterization. And it's that much stronger if Hussie's intention was that Scratch really, truly never lies.