#it doesn't really make sense for it to be iri

[iris-drawing-stuff]

Fuck yeah!!! He got the innocent verdict!!!

[vvisteriagrows]

the fresh air is a welcomed change, and iris relishes the sensation of freedom. it was funny, especially in a place so lavish, to be cooped up for too long left her skin crawling, like a welcome long - overstayed. or most likely, the stale smell of booze and sweat had just gotten to her head. " who knew that's all i needed to secure an invitation for the next party ? " balance teeters along seams in the sidewalk, an amateur field sobriety test to occupy her as they walked. " i'm not really into making promises, though. " realizes the rejection plainly in her statement, a jerked knee of a response, and folds it into something lighter instead. " at least, not with strangers. that's how women like me get kidnapped. "

he  pauses  for  a  beat,    as  if  he  couldn’t  believe  his  ears.    the  sweetest  backhanded  compliment  he  had  ever  received.    ❛  you  think  i’m  pretty?  ❜    hand  over  his  heart  to  feign  cherishment,    quickly  followed  by  a  subtle  wink  as  he  follows  her  out  the  door    –    turning  for  only  a  second  to  lock  it  behind  them.    as  if  anyone  would  want  to  rob  a  place  that  looks  like  it’s  already  been  ransacked.    his  hand  barely  touches  the  small  of  her  back  as  he  guides  her  down  the  stairs  and  towards  the  sidewalk    –    place  in  mind  being  a  mere  five  minute  walking  distance  away.    ❛  not  really  but  considering  how  well  it’s  fared  for  me  i  do  plan  on  making  it  habit  for  the  foreseeable  future    –    but only if you promise to continue being the last woman at the party.  ❜

[pruneunfair]

Ranking every manhwa villainess and white lotus I could find.

Keep in mind these are all opinion based.

#22: At the very bottom of the list is Sumin Jeong from Marry my husband

Now, like almost everyone else on this list, Sumin is kept a level that is below the FL Jiwon so she can never best the hero. However unlike the others here, Sumin has not once been shown to be anything other than a dumb and evil bimbo who talks like elmo even before Jiwon regressed, her reasons for wanting everything Jiwon has make no sense and she has no flavor to her, no backstory that makes sense, no real charm since it's lost as soon as possible, all she has going for her is a distinct design.

#21: Charlotte-the villainess maker

Honestly, Charlotte is about as forgettable as the comic she's from. She doesn't do much, just basic bland white lotus tropes over and over. She is portrayed as a sweet heart but she's secretly a jealous vindictive mean girl, she loses everything to the FL because she's too basic for the not-like-other-girls readers, nothing really revolutionary about her, but this could be chalked up to the story shes from canonically being an abysmal mess written by the FL when she was 14, Sorry Charlotte.

#20: Iris Van Conrad-Today the villainess has fun again.

A step up from Sumin when it comes to backstories, still not the greatest but it makes a little more sense. She's more passive aggressive since her actual plots are destoryed in nanoseconds by the plot, she gets dunked on so much I wonder if she's supposed to the Villainess or a discount Meg Griffin. Considering the fact to that Reilynn is pedo coded, Iris is less of the two evils.

#19: Aisha Selir-divorcing my tyrant husband.

Shes okay, But like Charlotte, Aisha isn't very noteworthy, as usual, any attempts she makes to best or outsmart Robelia are met with utter failure, she could be something really great if she were just allowed to make a mark on the plot. Like actually have Alexandros take responsibility instead of blaming her for her existence. Her design before the art shift was pretty enough and I'm pretty sure she's being possessed by a vindictive soul so that might explain why Aisha suddenly became a villain when she's described as being dainty, sweet, and a general damsel and saintess in the story within DMTH.

18: Fonta Magnus:the tyrants only perfumer

Fonta is the type of antagonist that would be adored as a isekaied protagonist. She doesn't really do much though since she gets defeated over and over with the same plan of copying Ariels ideas (how original, no pun intended) I like her though just because her design reminds me of cartoon goth girls, specially Gwen from total drama island.

#17: Benela Verdi- the princesses jewels

I don't care if she seduced Ariannas father or killed her brother, Arianna was out there acting like she wouldn't do the same just to get with a sexy man. Benela may suffer from the same problems every other villainess does but if ranked them based on that then almost all of them would be on the bottom. This image of her drinking her stress away is accurate to how I felt reading this one.

#16: Claudine von Brandt-Cry or better yet beg

I absolutely adore Claudine and she's not really a villain but unfortunately the narrative says she's a so she'll have to count. It's why she's this low since she's just a woman who gets in the way of the main ship

As you can probably guess, her only crimes are being condescending to Layla and valuing superficial values such as wealth and status, crimes that somehow make her worse than Matthias in the narratives eyes. Justice for my girl Claudine ✊️

now we are moving up to the middle tier

#15: Diana-for my derelict favorite

This girl has more protagonist material then Hestia ever will. Sorry but Hestias entire thing is just being a rich girlboss, simping for Cael and damning any woman who broke his heart including Diana, who is the saintess that opposes murder, Wow! Who would have guessed that the saintess woman wouldn't endorse literal murder! Could she have communicated better? Yes, was she always in the right? Hell no. But she's got more character in her pinky toe then everyone else in their entire bodies to I salute to her.

#14: Irene/Aileen Hascator- I didn't mean to seduce the male lead

I have a weird relationship with her. One minute I'm impressed because she actually does manipulation pretty well at first with making the lives of those who won't swear loyalty her unbearable in very smart ways, she'll buy all her friends expensive dresses so she can stand out in a simpler one, she'll defend the black sheep and make her into her friend to keep up her sweetheart facade, unfortunately it's all so she can get with a boy where she goes nuts on anyone who gets near him.

#13: Freya van Furiana- how to get my husband on my side

I really loved this manhwa, almost all of the characters are complex and 3 dimensional with a great commentary on abuse, ED, and family dynamics, with that said I was a little disappointed seeing Freya as another basic white lotus who only wants Izek for herself, it won't take much even a little more character traits would help because Freya isn't just some random girl who became the ogfl, she was the childhood friend of Izek and Ellen, so we should've gotten to see a little more too her then what we got

#12: Mielle Roscente- the villainess turns the hourglass.

Beautiful design, basic but rather solid goals, a charming personality, Mielle has all of that in the bag. She secretly wants Aria and her mother out of her life since they aren't of noble blood (before the terrible Arias a noble plot twist) and she's really entertaining. However I'll never understand how she managed to destroy Aria in the first timeline if she's such an idiot now. The first timeline also takes the blame off of Arias shitty actions with "Mielle tricked her into being evil!" It ruins the charm since Aria, as a villainess should be allowed to suffer the consequences while not wanting to quit.. since you know, she's not meant to be a good person.

#11: Isabella de Mare-sister I am the queen in this life

NOT YOU!

THIS is the Isabella I'm talking about

Absolute genius, she knows that Ceasre is a bastard and not just in the literal sense, she doesn't even love him and just wants that sweet sweet power and wealth. Fooled Ariande for years that she was on her side and as a bonus she can easily say she wanted revenge for Alfonso to the public if they ever found out she was behind it all. But the best part about first timeline Isabella is her villain monolog that women mean nothing to men, putting your life in their hands is a fatal mistake and if you want to make it to the top, you gotta crush the opponents. But alas we never see this version of Isabella after Ariande goes back in time

Higher tier now, the best of the best who managed to make it this far

#10: Rhyse/Lise Sinclair- not your typical reincarnation story

Yeah shes technically being controlled by the author or hell maybe she is the author I have yet to finish this one but for once we get a comic that doesn't immediately pit two women against eachother and actually gives a solid reason for her to be at odds with Edith. When something doesn't go her way, Rhyse doesn't throw a fit and turn on the water works no no no. She stands there, awkwardly, almost like the real Rhyse is wondering why she feels so jealous and angry with Edith for stealing the spotlight. She's incredibly ominous too when that purple mist surrounds her to force the other characters back into place. All while she's making friends with Edith in a possibly geninue friendship.

#9: Isis Frederick- the villainess reverses the hourglass

I'm pretty sure most of us can agree she's the real villain of TVRTHG since she basically started and encouraged the whole operation to begin with from afar, the puppeteer if you will. Killer design, a great fear factor and an evil sister done better. Wish she had more time to shine.

#8: Diane Poitier- I abdicate my title as empress

What already sets her apart from other evil concubines is that she was there before Adelaide so her reasons for being upset that another woman is showing up to marry the Emperor is reasonable, obviously her actions aren't but I still felt bad for her since no one in that palace gave a damn about her, Diane got ruthlessly belittled and ignored for not being useful to their liking or simply being too desperate and when Adelaide tries to not make an enemy out of her, Diane is looking for anyone to direct her anger on but the redemption arc as short as it is, makes up for it.

#7: Leila- villains are destined to die

My favorite ogfl turned villain. Leila is pure evil no questions asked. She steals the body of Yvonne which played a part in taking the latters reputation to a degree in the fandom and starts brainwashing everyone around her. That's what makes her so terrifying, one minute you could be at your highest and you feel like you rule the world, and next minute it all comes crashing down when the face of your long lost sibling arrives with fake tears in her eyes, ready to destroy everything you hold dear.

#6: Soleia Elard- seducing the villains father

I can't believe I'm saying this but a classic black magic witch is a unique villain in the manhwa world. During her introduction she's already causing mayhem by trying to kill Yerenica with black magic, and at first you'd think she's another "I want my hubbies affection!" Chick but no, she just wants to marry Erudian to have his child and use said child to avenge her family and destroy everything, characters are all frightened by her because she actually gets shit done instead of failing every minute of the day, and even after all that, she's allowed the privilege of life by getting a redemption arc.

#5: Cosette Weinberg- I was the real one.

She deserved so much better!! 😭 Cosette, my baby, you were set up to be such an amazing villain with high intelligence and well thought out plans, why did they have to give you the good old plot induced lobotomy! Girly wasn't just smart but there were actually times I could get behind Cosette. When Keira gave a maid 100 lashes after she insulted and wished death on Keira, it was Cosette who took advantage of an actual truth with only a little bit of exaggeration, they were both evil but only one of them was rightfully called out for it. Honestly just read the novel, the manhwa did it dirty.

#4: Marianne Edenverre- into the light again.

Nah someone get this baby to a church and give her the aggressive baptism 10 times over, I'll always be wondering how the hell did that 10 year old get her hands on a demon in the first place, the fact that the family never found her hiding behind a door or closet staring into their soul like a paralysis demon is surprising cause I imagine she would do that and be like "it's just me sillies, I would never mean to scare you 😛" she's a well written villainess who I wish would have a little bit more screentime but her powers and what she can do honestly confuses me (like that whole body-swap thing)

Final 3 everybody, you ready for this?

#🥉: the 3rd place medal goes to Dodolea Castor from My in laws are obsessed with me

Another real villainess, putting everyone off guard with her initial gacha life brat persona only to be hit in the face with disturbing levels of cruelty that can only match a psychopath, she looks straight out of an uncanny mr incredible meme with that light skin stare shes got. Straight up laughs at Therdeos trauma while being well aware that she tried to SA him and how it affected the poor guy and later proceeds to attempt to kill and later kidnaps his wife. There's no remorse, no regrets, just the souls of innocents behind those huge eyes.

#🥈 : the second place medal goes to Verta Alberhart from depths of malice.

She isn't even the antagonist, no that's the protagonist! And honestly, the only white lotus in the main lead spot I've ever read so far. And while she has a messed up backstory that explains why she's so bitter, she still full on embraces it. Vertas way of being granted a second chance isn't even because of some goddess or divine power, she just snatches the body of a suicidal noblewoman and wreaks havoc on all of the disgusting noblemen in her path. She cries on the court trial of her fiances murder while secretly laughing knowing she set the whole thing up and slowly ruins the life of anyone who fucked around and found out.

At long last, we reached #🏅, and the crown goes to none other than...

Rashta Ishka from the remarried empress!

Hear me out now, this isn't just me being biased. Rashta earns first place because even though she is rendered an idiot who's only use is being worse so everyone else can look good, she still managed to do something unfathomable. She earned the respect of a fandom that initially hated her with all the fiber of their being and now she has a growing fanbase of real people, not fictional characters, actual fans. People are literally turning on one of the most popular manhwas that started it all for its treatment of Rashta (because who would guess that people are uncomfortable with the fact that a former slave is the ultimate evil and not the guy who tortures people just for shit talking the FL) and even though there is still a big part of the fandom who despises her, she still lives in everyone's head rent free. The trashta meme is more well known than Navier as a character and her character arc will always be superior and far more interesting than everything else in the story, after all remarried empress did start to decline after her death.

Jesus christ this took so long, I had to do so much rereading and fact checking but it was worth it.

[velvees-archive]

Some post-SOJ DLC case thoughts about Edgeworth, his opinion on marriage, and by extension, love.

…and how, at the very center of this discussion is one Phoenix Wright.

Contains spoilers from 3-5, 6-5 and 6-DLC

As if the subtext wasn’t enough.

I wanted to share some thoughts about the DLC case and Edgeworth's insistence on remaining unwed, which, from what I've seen, is a commonly employed gotcha moment against NaruMitsu (because all relationships must end in marriage, right? /lh). Don’t get me wrong, I don’t really mind. I just…didn’t find the dialogue exchange very damning.

Coming off 6-5, where Edgeworth says this,

I saw the DLC as an extension of Edgeworth's sentimentality, this time directed at Phoenix’s romantic prospects.

To make my stance clear, I don’t think Edgeworth is blind to romantic overtures; he just doesn’t care about them very much. As in, Edgeworth is largely unaffected by and uninterested in matters of the heart (with a concession that he is obtuse when it comes to people expressing interest in him, unless they're Wendy Oldbag over the top about it). But even if you feel he's terrible at sensing romantic tension, my argument still stands. Edgeworth doesn’t care about romance, and we never really see him prying into anyone’s romantic relationships…

…with the exception to this being Phoenix Wright’s.

From Bridge to the Turnabout:

Sorry for the janky screenshots. I didn't didn't take 3-5 pics on my Switch so I had to search for YouTube clips. Let the record show I actually really enjoy Feenris PLUS I love angst, so this interaction was…chef’s kiss.

Assuming Edgeworth doesn't care about romance but he can understand romantic signaling, this is already pretty condemning. Why are you poking around Phoenix's business if you're so uninterested in love? Surely, there are bigger fish to fry, like investigating the Inner Temple Garden because the clues found could be vital to catching the victim's murderer?

Assuming Edgeworth sucks at detecting any romantic undertones, the implications are even worse. You're telling me the guy who doesn't know the first thing about romance somehow clocked Phoenix and Iris's chemistry this quickly? How? For what reason were you able to catch it? How attuned are you to Phoenix's personal affairs?

Now, shifting back to the DLC case, we have this lovely interaction when you show Miles the wedding chapel pamphlet:

Something to note with Phoenix’s “W-Wait. You’re not thinking about finally settling down and getting married, are you?” is that the screen flashes and we hear the damage sound after the “W-Wait."

Once again, Miles inquires about Phoenix's love life, this time after Phoenix asks about his. I've analyzed my fair share of Miles Edgeworth dialogue, and I don't think he pingpongs questions just to make conversation (see: “Say something, Wright. I’m not good at small talk.”). This leads me to believe he was genuinely curious and (subtly) trying to fish for information. And why would that be the case?

My overarching point is this: Edgeworth isn’t as obtuse about romance as everyone makes him out to be (both in-universe and from a fandom perspective), which makes his mentioning marriage plans around Phoenix even more suspicious. The way the scene reads to me is that Edgeworth, in Phoenix’s company and swept away by the intimate atmosphere, lets his interest in Phoenix Wright slip through the cracks once Phoenix shows him the pamphlet. It's sentimental of him and it surfaces—once again—while he's investigating a case. At risk of sounding repetitive, there are bigger fish to fry.

It'd be less suspicious if Phoenix had similar conversations with other cast members he shows the pamphlet to, but it never gets to be this personal, even when he presents it to Maya, his best friend.

Good news if you feel otherwise about my “Edgeworth isn’t that obtuse” headcanon though, because should you believe he is actually just that clueless, you now have to contend with this:

If Miles can’t pick up on all things love, why is he so attuned to Wright’s (and to my knowledge, only Wright’s) romantic prospects in particular?

So yeah. Checkmate, I guess. Edgeworth might not be interested in marriage or love, but he’s definitely interested in Phoenix’s partners, or lack thereof. Take that how you will.

[canisalbus]

not sure if you've given them canon scents, but i've found myself imagining how your dog boys smell since i tend to like,, assign scents to characters/art i really enjoy (my nose is very sensitive, haha) so in my head, i think that machete smells a bit like flour ... and freshly washed laundry. his scent is distinct but not overpowering at all--its subtle, and typically goes unnoticed. as for vasco? he smells like cashmere :)

Flour boy...

I'd say these are good headcanons! I'm also kind of scent oriented irl so I know what you mean, and I've thought about what my characters might smell like.

Machete smells mostly of frankincense, which is one of the key ingredients of the incense burned in catholic churches during worship. It's hard to describe but I'd call it sweet, resinous, woody, citrusy and smoky. He doesn't wear perfume in the canon setting but the sacred smoke clings to his fur and clothes for a long while. Other than that, there may be a fleeting trace of lignin and ink from the endless stacks of books and papers he surrounds himself with, mild soap, and the lingering evidence of any medical treatments he's been recently put through, even if he tries his best to scrub those away.

Vasco smells primarily clean but distinctly alive and organic, if that makes sense. Like a well-rounded mix of earth, sun-warmed animal fur and carefully oiled leather from his boots and riding gear. Horse aromas are never too far away, especially when he's off-duty and outdoors. You may able to detect the subtle fragrance of his expensive soap, and he's been known to add in a drop of perfume when he's dressed to impress, his preferred notes being iris root and damask rose.

In modern au, both wear scents on occasion. I could say Machete's routine choices might be Etat Libre d'Orange's Rien and Heeley's Cardinal. Vasco fancies Tom Ford's Tuscan Leather and ELDO's Tom of Finland.

[coldflash-corner]

Also this Barry still clearly has a GIGANTIC crush on Snart, and they definitely do their whole totally-not-flirting routine everytime they talk

Which makes it fun for the other people involved XD

Concept in my head, also writing prompt

so, i have an AU.

Maybe like, an alternate earth that like, Flash Barry crosses into

mayb not

where snart became a cop, for whatever reason, but still has some of his jaded personality- he doesn't think cops are perfect. full stop. But he is trying to make the streets a safer place, at least

And Barry in this world, ends up in the criminal sphere, and he is partners with Mick. But not quite the same master thief type thing that Mick and Snart were in the main universe, tho def illegal measures taken nonetheless

With Barry and Snart being the same kind of rivals they were in the show, but get this

Barry is still the one trying to "save" Snart, from his issues, while not addressing his own. While Snart keeps the line with Barry open because he sees that Barry is trying to do good, just in not so good ways, and sees Barry as someone worth not giving up on just yet

Anyway idk, just. Thinking about it

[periwinkla]

I think what I love the most about AA is that characters have a duality to them that I don't see often in media. They have actual flaws and do actual bad things, and it's not glossed over. Phoenix is a fundamentally good person, he helps people at the drop of a hat, risks his life for them. Has a penchant for taking strays under his wing. He believes in people... but also not really. He carries a literal lie detector with him at all times, and only employs people who can also peer into other people's hearts. So is he really that trusting? Sure he trusts his clients are innocent, but he doesn't trust they will tell him the truth at all (there's always something to lie about). He believes himself naive, and that's why he works extra hard not to be. Some people think he changed with his disbarment but I feel like when he actually changed was after Dahlia. He became less and less trusting as time went on. And Phoenix actually does forge evidence and risks his subordinate's career, and he says pretty nasty things sometimes (that one time to Edgeworth had got to hurt, badly, especially if you consider that the note could have been genuine at first, which we don't know for sure), has a pretty tactless and somewhat hurtful sense of humor, brings his daughter to cheat at poker, and doesn't tell said daughter she actually has some family left alive. He's secretive, elusive and cryptic, and masks it under a false pretence of goofiness. Miles is, by contrast, very easy to read. He may appear emotionally stunted but is one of the more emphathetic characters. He realizes when he's wrong and immediately needs to correct those wrongs. He grows uneasy and uncertain and eventually recognizes when he's mistaken. By the end of it he begins to help people naturally, without even thinking about it as much as he would have in the past. He helps so many people, he has basically got Phoenix's savior complex 2.0 but the healthy kind where he doesn't jump off a bridge. But... he was also actually cruel, and did send innocent people to their graves (was he really so naive to believe whichever defendant came his way was guilty?). He feigned his death disregarding other people's feelings, and while you could say he had no obligation towards Phoenix (apart from basic decency and respect towards someone who had turned his life around to save him), he still abandoned Franziska, who was still just a kid and had just found out about what her father did. She probably thought, at some point, that the apple didn't fall that far from the tree. That's it's somehow her fault as well. He may be rude and antagonistic, frank to a fault. Isn't afraid of telling stuff to your face. But he also cares about the people he loves so much, to the point he doesn't hesitate to risk his career and break the law multiple times. He may appear a pessimist but he's pretty idealistic at heart, it's quite funny that his favourite show is about an hero of justice, isn't it? Godot is... well, we don't know much about it from before his coma, but he definitely shared Mia's sentiments for helping people in their hour of need. But when he wakes from a 6-year coma he's so broken that he just pins the blame on the most absurd person to blame it on, settles on a complicated plan, and also prosecutes on that particular murder he should just confess upon. Iris was sweet, innocent, self-sacrificing. She knew absolutely nothing about the world apart from what Bikini or her sister told her. She was naive and falsely thought she could fix everything, that her sister was salvageable, that she could save Phoenix. But she still ended up lying to the person she loved and abetting a murder. That's why I love these characters so much. They're interesting and their stories make sense. People don't remain unchanged from what happens to them. People are multi-faceted and complex. You can't sum them up in a bunch of characteristics and aspect them to act on every single one of them, always, consistently. Sometimes people break. They make mistakes they regret, ...and some they don't.

[rallamajoop]

The Complete Guide to Eye Colour In Resident Evil 7

An addendum to my guide to eye colour in RE8: here's everyone from RE7 too! Getting close-ups of these was way harder than for RE8, because RE7 does not come with a model viewer, so I'm stuck using in-game screenshots and promotional images.

Once again, we'll start with the cheat-sheet version:

The whole Baker family: Blue (except when...) Mia: Brown (FOR NOW) Eveline: Green Alan: Hazel/green Deputy OneSceneWonder: Brown Chris: Hazel/brown (FOR NOW) Clancy, Andre and Peter: Brown Ethan: Still hazel

But it can never just be that simple, can it? So, further notes below.

The Baker Family

The Baker family all have blue-grey eyes. In fact, post-infection, they all have the exact same blue eyes (see top line in comparisons below). You could maybe put this down to genetics for Zoe and Lucas, but when Jack and Marguerite have the same eyes as each other too, that's when you start wondering just how many backwater-hillbilly-stereotypes are in play here.

Mind you, they do have slightly different eyes in the pre-mould flashback that is the Daughters DLC, which you can see in the second row above. All are brighter blues, pre-infection, and Jack gets smaller pupils while Lucas gets a slightly larger iris (Zoe gets nothing, as she's the viewpoint PC and we're not redoing her face if you're not going to see it). So maybe we can hope there's some genetic diversity in the Baker-clan (renders of their eyes in their actual faces also look a little more distinct, but maybe that's a lighting thing). Either way, the Bakers = blue eyes! Got it!

And then we meet Uncle Joe in the other DLC who... has hazel eyes?

IDEK, maybe Uncle Joe's real dad was a different mailman.

Once we get deeper into mould-monster territory though, things do get a little more interesting.

Both Marguerite and Lucas appear with much creepier whitened eyes later in the game ‒ Marguerite's during her boss-fight transformation. Lucas, however, remains steadfastly human-shaped throughout the main campaign, but his eyes are whitened in his video message to Ethan, and in his (pre-monstrous transformation) DLC appearances too. Jack, by contrast, doesn't seem to get new eye textures even after blowing off the top of his own head, or in the boss fight that follows (monster!Jack from the fight in the boat house has completely different eyes, of course, and more of them). Mia, too, has her own set of creepy-alternate-mould-monster-eyes, but they're completely different again.

So what's the internal logic here? I could speculate that Lucas' eyes-only transformation is a sign he's in control of himself in a way Jack and Marguerite aren't, but it doesn't quite add up. If anything, those eyes make more sense as something Lucas was given because we never see him transform like Marguerite, or blow pieces of himself away like Jack: Lucas may look human, but the eyes are there to remind us he's not. There'll always be some details that end up being more about effective storytelling than cohesive lore.

Interestingly, though they don't appear in the game, there are also promotional pics of all four members of the Baker family with glowing white/silver eyes, which are definitely a supernatural feature. It's tempting to try and associate the effect with Rose's glowing eyes from the Shadows of Rose DLC, or perhaps even the general pale-grey-eyes of Miranda and the Lords (more on both in my post on eyes in RE8). But that's territory that really needs its own post or we'll be here all day.

Clancy, Andre and Peter

These are the three ill-fated crew of the Sewer Gators tape you'll encounter early in the game. You may notice Peter (rightmost in the pic above) seems to have even more dilated pupils than the majority of the cast. Amusing as it might be to theorise that he's just on drugs or something, I think there is an explanation: the closest shot we see of his face (and the first shot of the tape) is a close-up into a camera while the team is outside in the dark. His pupils would naturally be dilated in this sort of environment.

So why aren't Andre's dilated too? Well, the closest look we get at his eyes (also pictured) are the final shot of the tape, where he's already dead, and his eyes are covered by a red film. Medical plausibility aside, dilated pupils presumably didn't add to the effect here, so Andre gets regular pupils.

Speaking of assets, there is actually one photo of the three of them in the game, from the pamphlet you can find in their van at the start. You can even almost make out Clancy's face!

Clancy's own eyes are their whole own kettle of worms, but we'll get to that below.

Chris Redfield

Is an odd one: I can't share an eye-texture asset for Chris, because he doesn't actually have a character model at all in the main RE7 title. And explaining that one is gonna take some context.

While RE8 renders nearly all cutscenes using in-game models, RE7 stores far more of its major cutscenes pre-rendered in .wmv format. The opening is pre-rendered, video messages from Mia and Lucas are pre-rendered ‒ even the big moment when Eveline blows out the windows of the tanker and throws Mia into the river is pre-rendered. Not all cutscenes work this way, but basically anything that would require loading a lot of assets that aren't needed in gameplay (eg. the view of the river and tanker for outside) seems to have been pre-rendered as a video instead.

And since Chris' only scene in all of RE7 is in the pre-rendered ending sequence, he doesn't have a model at all (or at least, I couldn't find it). We do see Chris in openings and endings of the Not a Hero DLC as well, and the End of Zoe ‒ but these too are just .wmv files, presumably for all the same reasons.

Now, obviously, Chris is also playable in the DLC, so he does have a character model there. But we still don't get eye textures for him for a couple of reasons: firstly, he wears a face-concealing mask that only comes off for opening/ending cutscenes. But even without it, we might just hit other weirdness surrounding player character models...

As I've already noted, both Chris and Mia get completely different new blue eyes in RE8, but back in RE7, Capcom seemed a little more aware that brown or hazel eyes were a real thing regular white people do have sometimes.

A note on player-character models

Although we mostly just see the hands of whoever we're playing as (usually Ethan), gameplay still uses a full-body model, presumably to aid in rendering dynamic shadows, and give enemies something to cover in blood. Things get weird around the character's head, which isn't actually visible so it can't get in the way of the camera floating inside it, but will still cast shadows and still has textures associated with it (though usually in much lower resolution than other models we'll actually get to see). There are three playable characters in RE7 proper: Ethan, Mia, and Clancy (from the video tapes) ‒ each with their own model and textures.

Ethan and Mia also have more detailed 3rd person models, since we see plenty of Mia playing as Ethan, and a little of Ethan playing as Mia (if only from behind).

Why does this matter? Well, distinct as the three PCs are otherwise, their player models all have the same eyes ‒ top row above shows Ethan, Mia and Clancy, in that order. And they look nothing like Ethan's and Mia's eyes have ever looked elsewhere, which you can see in the comparison below.

I mention this mostly because it's pretty easy to find Ethan's player-model in the game files, note those generic-hazel eye textures with it, and go, "hey, you got his eyes wrong!" But these aren't the same eyes that come with his higher-res texture, or the ones that were copied over into RE8. In fact, the existence of the player-character-default-eye-texture back in RE7 is one of the reasons why I do tend to take full-res Ethan's eyes as 'canon', even though we never see them in either game: someone took the time to repaint Ethan's eyes for his full-res model, and make them distinct from the low-res default used for everyone in 1st person mode. That at least suggests there was some real, intentional effort put into deciding what colour eyes Ethan was supposed to have.

This does leave poor Clancy in more ambiguous territory, however: as he's never seen by any other character, he has no high-res model, and thus no eyes but the default-hazel that Mia and Ethan are rendered with in that mode too. So is this to be taken as Clancy's official eye colour? It may as well be, I suppose. We see so little of Clancy in any form that I was genuinely surprised to find out his he's actually got a player model which is completely distinct from anyone else in the game, with curly greying hair, a neckbeard, and a baseball cap worn backwards.

Render by nightsatkendalls over on deviantart.

I do not have the skills to produce a render of this quality myself, but I can tell you that the cap he's wearing has the logo for the RE Engine on the front (the in-house game engine behind all the modern RE titles, and many other Capcom games).

You'll never see it in game, of course ‒ you'd need both a freecam mod and a mod to make his head visible. But it's there as a weird little easter-egg nonetheless.

Eveline

Eveline is perhaps the only character whose model may not have been updated at all for RE8, but given she's only a hallucination or ghost, that stands to reason. In RE7 though, she also appears as her aged 'grandma' self, who pops up around the house in her wheelchair looking spacey. Grandma-Eveline has two different eye texture assets ‒ one far more washed out than the other. There's next to no good official pictures of her, but fortunately, since she doesn't move around or attack you, she was one of the very few characters I was able to get a decent close-up shot off with the free camera mod. And inasmuch as you're ever in a position to look her in the eye in game, only the faded version of her eyes ever seems to show up. Is the clearer version actually used somewhere I didn't catch? I have no idea.

What really stands out about granny-Eveline's eyes, though, is that they don't look anything like her child-self's eyes do. Child-Eveline is basically the only character in either game with distinctly green eyes. But Granny's are hazel, and not even a particularly similar shade of hazel.

In fact, they look far more like the generic-default hazel of the player character textures than they do like her younger self. Close-up comparisons below.

You could speculate that it was deliberate that Granny-Eveline's eyes don't look anything like kid-Eveline's eyes to avoid tipping off the player that they're one and the same ‒ but realistically, no-one without free camera mods is ever going to get a good enough look at either of them to notice. And it's kind of a shame they didn't just take young-Eveline's eyes and apply the same kind of distortions they seem to have applied to the generic-hazel template to age them up ‒ that would've been a lovely, creepy little detail to find in these textures. But no, generic old hazel it is.

Then again, whatever the real logic at play, the fact Granny-Eveline's eyes are effectively a faded, distorted version of the very same eyes the player themselves never does get to see in the mirror is a pretty creepy idea itself. And intentional or not, that's what I've got to leave you with.

[naffeclipse]

I'm sorry if this question has been asked in some form or another but... How would Eclipse, should he have ever moved away from the Arctic in search of a new home, react if he encountered a pair of orphaned Orca Siren Calves (Sun and Moon) being raised by a reclusive writer human Y/N? Like either their sibling got the Siren Transformation and the whole pod is just now... gone due to some unfortunate events... Or the Y/N just found the two orphans in the shallows near their very secluded home and the parents never came back?

Point is human Y/N is trying their best, but that means things aren't going all that great. Both kids can read and are cared for. Moon is a master of the door dash app when using the tablet kept on land near the water for them. But there's love... Lots of love.

How would he react to this?

Oh, I love this

You wanted to be left alone, unfortunately, the two... babies, didn't get the memo. They're so small. You have no idea what to do with the mythical creature children. Sirens. Sure, you've heard of them. So why aren't they taking care of their young? Why are they wailing at the edge of the icy land you've made your home on? It doesn't take long for you to take pity on the small things and feed them some chewed fish (but only this once).

Somehow, you end up with a small ice shelter where you've carved two breathing holes under the ice to let the seawater and the babies swim for a day, keeping a careful watch on them while jotting down a few ideas you've had for your writing (perhaps inspired by sirens). Then, at the night's end, you lovingly pick up both toddler-sized sirens, tucking one into each arm to carry them to your home where your bathtub has become a makeshift crib of seawater and half-chewed rubber duckies.

You believe they're twins despite their different appearances, one touched with cream-colored orca markings and soft yellow frills framing his face. The other brother is black and white and has a slippery dark blue tendril behind his head, trailing into a luminous bulb. They have mismatched eyes but share one blue iris.

So much for only feeding them once. The tiny fish got you wrapped around their little claws.

They growl and chuff and softly whine whenever you're not within sight, and each of them demands time alone to snuggle against your chest before you set down your bedding on the bathroom floor and urge them to sleep through the night. You're right here if they need you. Somehow, one or both end up on you, dripping wet, and you can only groan and softly hold the babies through the night despite their constant wiggles and slick, sheeny bodies.

This goes on for a few years before you start to worry that your bathtub is too cramped for the children. Sun and Moon (oh gosh, you gave them names; now you're really attached) are so smart and excel at reading and writing, making use of markers and whiteboards, and remembering to let their hands dry before grabbing the paper from the floor of the ice shelter to draw doodles of the icy waves.

There were learning curves, such as when you had to scold Moon for biting you so hard his sharp teeth drew blood, but he cried, so you stopped being angry and showed him how to help you bandage your hand. See? All better. But no biting. Another time was Sun growing impatient with your slow pace as you gathered your writing materials before joining them in the ice shelter, and he grabbed your leg and halfway pulled you into the frigid water, shocking your system with the sheer cold before you scrambled out and had to retreat to your home to undress and get warm. Sun hid away from you, unwilling to come out despite your coaxing once night fell. You had to lay down a new rule: they cannot pull you into the water. You are not built like them. He clung to you and apologized, and you forgave him with a kiss on the forehead.

You wanted to be left alone with your children. (Yours. Your babies.) Unfortunately, they're not the only sirens around. You sense another presence just at dusk when you're preparing to take Sun out of the breathing hole (you can only carry one at a time now, and even then, it takes all your strength to lift with your legs—when did they get so big?) and pause with your hands under Sun's arms, his hands still opening and closing for you. Through the slight opening in the flap of the ice shelter, out into the shallows of the icy sea, you see two pairs of eyes, yellow and red, and piercing.

A siren.

You react with adrenaline and fear, fueled by the intention to protect your children no matter the cost, and pull Sun and Moon out of the breathing holes in a second. Placing them in the far corner, you shield them with your body. The strange siren pokes his head through the breathing hole not a moment later. Eyes wide, breathing harshly, you stare each other down, siren against human. His gaze slips past you, and he grins upon finding Sun's and Moon's big eyes peeking around you as they cling to your shoulders, confused and frightened. Their flukes flip anxiously.

The siren grinned at you, and for the better half of the night, you conversed with the siren about how you came upon your children. His intentions remain sinister and masked until he at last tells you how perfect he finds you and the boys. You stare, standoffish, but he assures you, he will be the father that they need, and the mate you deserve. You don't believe him. You don't trust him with your babies, but when he grabs your leg and rips you away from your children, much to their protests and small cries, you're caught under him and his caressing claws before you realize that his hunger is more.

It starts to make sense. Of course, Eclipse can teach them far more than you can about how to navigate their marine existant and how to properly hunt and not only take food from your hands. He teaches them how to sing, how to watch prey, how to use their strength and teeth to conquer. And you... you watch, realizing that you miss those bathtub days, but your boys are happy. They love Eclipse and Eclipse, well, when he's not tending to the children, he's spending time with you, laying his crossed arms on your lap to gaze up at you, insisting you accept a dead seal from him.

Maybe he has a bit of charm. And maybe you begrudgingly let you sing you to sleep when you're left fretting about Sun and Moon swimming late into the night on their own, but they're growing big. They don't fit in your arms anymore. You start to feel a little forgotten before you find all three sirens acting very suspiciously, your boys whispering before telling you that Dad—Eclipse wants to give you something. He softly presses a beautiful black pearl into your palm. You've never been much for anything that isn't practical, but it's beautiful, so you take it. Eclipse is pleased and so are the Sun and Moon. He steals a kiss from you. You don't mind.

You wanted to be left alone, but you find yourself in the siren's arms as you both watch a burning orange sunset and your sons playfully fighting in the small waves.

[withleeknow]

somewhere only we know.

pairing: ot8 x reader (ot8 in the sense that there's no name mentioned so you can imagine whoever you want) genre/warnings: established relationship, (tooth-rotting??) fluff, half a second of angst if you squint; this is pretty self-indulgent and also i just randomly wanted to write it this way. kinda similar to this but not really word count: 0.6k note: again, imagine whoever you want! mimo is on the cover just for illustrative purposes and also he's my guy so what did you expect from me lol

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

navigation / masterlist / ko-fi

the waterfront on the tail end of a sunset walk. your hand tightly intertwined with his. sharing strawberry tanghulu and tasting the fruity sweetness on each other's lips. neighborhood children rushing by in a hurry to make it home for dinner. 7:12pm, his jacket around your shoulders to keep you warm as dark blue begins its descent for the evening. the wind and her gentle kisses upon your hair. you stop to take a picture of the sunset but he stops to take a picture of you. a rose-colored blush when he tells you you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. love, love, love. him, the stars shining in his eyes before they have to come out and paint the sky. mismatched footsteps and twin smiles.

the middle of your apartment's entryway, not even making it into the living room. your arms around his neck, his hands on your waist and in your hair. a long trip coming to a stop, a big suitcase abandoned by the door. the scent of his familiar cologne that you've yearned to touch for weeks now. 1:19am, wide awake. somewhere in the world, iris by goo goo dolls is playing on repeat. i missed you's and i love you's and fresh tears. feeling like you could hold him like this for hours until the darkness outside falls away. no more facetiming with seas of distance between you. chests pressed tightly together, no space, all love. sweet nothings whispered right next to your ear. home is where the heart is, and your heart is home.

the park five minutes away from his parents' house. your head on his chest, both of you on a large picnic blanket laid out on green, green grass. his heartbeat under your palm, your mind somewhere up there among the clouds. sleepy and lax under the influence of the sun. 3:29pm, an iced matcha latte and a slice of lemon cheesecake sound absolutely divine right about now. there's an urge to voice that thought, but you know neither of you can be bothered to move. his lips pressed against your forehead, then a tender "i could stay like this forever."

the convenience store just around the corner. a spontaneous snack run in the middle of the night because you were craving sweets. empty streets but your hearts are full. the cashier's ringtone is a song that you both hate. 12:22am, no worries in your head. tomorrow is still the weekend. banana milks and chocolate ice cream. he falls for you all over again when you aren't looking, and tells you "nothing," with a coy smile when you ask why he's staring. time works differently at night, almost like it doesn't seem to pass at all. there's no logical explanation to why you feel like you're on top of the world at midnight in sweatpants; maybe it's just being with him, maybe it's just being in love.

your favorite bar on a rainy evening. the argument was stupid, but it was heated enough for you to storm out. only red on your mind; forgotten weather forecasts and forgotten umbrellas. stubborn and angry and alone. the fight was your fault anyway. 8:18pm, a bottle of soju for company. ignoring his calls and texts when your phone lights up with his name. heavy raindrops loud enough to hear from inside your shelter, heavier heart. the way his face fell when you said what you didn't mean. why did you say that? forty five minutes and the bottle is almost empty. far too tipsy to pay attention to the chime of the bell by the door, but sober enough to recognize his presence when he sits down next to you. his rain-dampened hair and your fragile, wounded pride. the apologies are quiet, uttered into the space between the two of you, only for his ears. forgiveness in the form of gentle fingers holding your own. "it's getting cold," he says. "let's go home."

all rights reserved © withleeknow. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 16.05.2024]

[setevulpo]

silco's eye and health headcanons

because the entirety of *gestures around* that is really interesting and apparently the writers forgot about this man so i gotta hurt him about that.

warning for talk of addiction and withdrawal, general drug use, ocular trauma, nonconsensual medical experimentation and loss of bodily autonomy in that context, infections, chronic illness, and the results of the drowning incident and the general pollution of zaun.

this is going to get gory and a little descriptive on the injuries, please be careful if that bothers you.

disclaimer: these are just headcanons, all in good fun. i'm not a specialist on any of the topics i talk about, i just like the fancy terms, and if you have anything to add to these please do!

divider by @/cafekitsune

face – general injuries

his eyelid is pretty much entirely gone, and so is most of his tear system. while the eye itself is still in place, his sclera and cornea were both damaged during the drowning, and the situation of his iris has been steadily getting worse since then.

the reason for this is the open globe injury he got and the damage in the area surrounding it.

the skin was slashed and shows deeper injuries there, but the vast majority of the wound is from having his epidermis and dermis scratched off.

his eye, on the other hand, wasn't deeply damaged by the knife, but suffered because of the scratches while vander was trying to drown him.

his eyelids are missing because they had to be removed, singed was the one who did that process after finding him in the riverbank. he also took the time to remove part of his lacrimal apparatus on that side of silco's face.

he suffered a necrotizing soft tissue infection in the area and was in an early stage of sepsis when singed found him. singed removed the infected tissue and used shimmer to combat the worst of it, which lead to some changes happening in what was left of his lacrimal apparatus.

the eye

again, the eye itself escaped getting slashed or stabbed, silco managed to close it in time for the knife damage to be superficial. however, it was damaged by vander's nails during the drowning attempt.

his sclera and cornea were both extensively damaged, meaning he cannot see well from that eye, and was at risk of needing a full enucleation because of it.

it was painful beyond relief, and it still doesn't feel good even after medical help. other than the difficulty seeing, his eye constantly feels like there's something stuck in it, and it's just generally uncomfortable. it's always a little watery too.

adding to the sight part, all the can distinguish from it is light. even then, he sometimes doesn't notice duller lights, and bright lights are painful to look at.

it's important to mention that his eye was affected by the nsti. it was superficial, but it added to the damage, and part of the tissue was removed to prevent its spread.

the iris was also injured, though it wasn't immediately noticeable after the incident. with time, the iridodialysis he acquired became more severe, hence why his pupil seems to have changed place.

in addition to that, he suffered a severe hyphema at the time and the mix of shimmer with it is what caused his eye to look red and kinda murky(?). don't ask me to make it make sense it's a fictional flower drug and a tokyo ghoul looking eye pls.

in short, he can't see anything other than bright lights from that eye, but bright lights make his eye hurt because the wounds made it photophobic.

eyelids and surrounding skin

his eyelids are gone. part of them got slashed, and considering the immediate reaction of the body to water as polluted as the pilt's is closing his eyes he got toxins into the wounds pretty quickly.

and with that came the nsti, that expanded from his eyelids to some of the skin surrounding his eye. singed ended up removing his eyelids almost completely, and had to take some of the skin around as well. silco did not know about that part of the procedure until after the fact.

the type of necrosis that happened on his face is gangrenous necrosis, which is why it looks so starkly different from the healthy skin in terms of colour.

his epidermis is severely damaged. because of that, his skin is dehydrated and sensitive in the area, even in the present day. he's also more prone to injuries due to pathogens, uv radiation and chemicals.

the dermis was also wounded, and that means his nerve endings in the area don't function well. he cannot feel pressure, temperature, or pain in the surface of his skin, but the deeper layers have some sensation. that type of damage also causes his skin to not move correctly in the area, and if he had his eyelids they would not stay open correctly because of it.

he should not be wearing makeup. the protective layer of his skin is gone. he's going to give himself another infection oh no /hj

on a more serious note, the skin did heal on the more superficial injuries. it's a little thinner than the surrounding skin, but on the deeper wounds it's unsafe for him to be putting chemicals on it.

short version, his eyelids and part of his skin were removed to avoid the spread of necrosis, the deeper injuries are mostly numb but the superficial ones are pretty sensitive. what he can feels hurts, and his scar tissue is colder than the rest of his skin.

lacrimal apparatus

considering his eyelids are gone, part of his lacrimal apparatus had to be rerouted. also, the use of shimmer to battle his infection lead to his lacrimal gland not working properly for a while.

not only did his lacrimal glands shrink slightly, but the way shimmer affected them means they produce a shimmer-like substance mixed with the actual tears. it's not shimmer proper and it's oilier than tears, which gives his eye a very watery look.

the ducts connecting those glands (and the puncta) to the surface of the eye are shorter than they're supposed to, because part of the tissue they're supposed to route through is gone.

his meibomian glands (which produce the oily part of tears) are gone. the shimmery substance his lacrimal glands produce makes up for it, but the lack of the glands themselves had him struggling for a while with itchiness in the eyes.

the infection took a part of his lacrimal sac in the left side of his face, and did superficial damage on the top of his nasolacrimal duct. because of that, the excess tears that are supposed to be stored in the sac drain into the duct instead of staying where they should. from there they flow into the back of his nose, so he has a pretty constant runny nose.

in addition to that, shimmer has made his lacrimal gland work overtime, so his lacrimal sac can't fully keep up with the storing of excess tears. his tears are slightly purple too.

infection by river toxin

here it's easier to focus on the immediate effects of the infection, although he still suffers some symptoms of it to this day.

at the time, the toxins affected his eye, the soft tissue around it, and his bloodstream. it evolved beyond a simple infection due to the nature of the toxins, which made his soft tissue necrotize (nsti), and the fact that it entered his bloodstream, which caused his body to react to an extreme point (sepsis).

the use of shimmer potentialized healing, yes, but at the same time it kept the infection in a sort of stasis, contained to the point of its origin. meaning that most of his infection, as of the present day, is located in his already decaying eyeball.

his eye used to be nearly swollen shut. it's better now, but there are still days where it's noticeably puffy, and the damage is more visible at night/in hight humidity.

it's also painful! he doesn't have much sensation in the deeper wounds, as mentioned before, but the little he can feel pretty much hurts all the time. not just the skin and eye either, he has frequent headaches because of the infections.

the first months were rough. while infections tends to heal in a few weeks with a strict antibiotic course, the conditions silco was exposed to meant he didn't have it that easy.

constant fevers and fatigue meant he didn't get to move around much, and singed had him sedated whenever his pain started getting too loud for him to work with. he got sick a lot on top of the infections because his immune system took a dive, which also didn't help.

fever dreams and hallucinations were common. singed knows more than he should from hearing silco mutter during those, and again, sedated him during those so he could study the effects of the infection mixed with shimmer on a "willing" subject's mind.

his skin started necrotizing before singed found him, and it would have killed him if singed hadn't removed the infected tissue. part of his face was dead already, because the gangrenous necrosis he got was rotting his skin. part of his sclera was rotten too.

it stunk. bacteria was eating away at the damaged skin. he was recovering in a humid cave. need i say more.

sepsis has several long-term complications, and silco has experienced a bunch of them. his immune system is weaker than it used to be, and he's at risk of developing sepsis again if an injury gets infected. muscle pain and insomnia are constant, and have been getting worse. he also has a hard time concentrating because of it.

the treatment's harm

so. shimmer. singed used a localized variant of it to fight off the worst of the infection and a more spread out variant to combat the sepsis side of things.

for his eye he had a 10 day course, but he had a few setbacks after seemingly improving and he had to be put back on antibiotics (shimmerbiotics?) when that happened. he no longer needs this specific variant of shimmer.

note on silco's daily needle treatment: i think it's not a needle, it's a type of (medical) lance, used for incision and drainage! more on that later <3

the shimmer used for his sepsis treatment was a mess at the start. singed gave him a high dosis in the moment to keep him alive, and then it was almost gambling with the dosage and variant to understand what would help with the infection.

the side effects of shimmer had silco by the throat when singed first started messing with the antibiotics. he attacked singed a few times because of the effects of shimmer, and just generally felt sick to his stomach the entire time.

supposedly the course for his sepsis was going to take two weeks, but silco ended up just lowering the dose after that. he uses shimmer for pain management, mostly through smoking the plants it's made from.

(shimmer flower cigars? yes. he'd probably smoke weed cigars in a modern au. suspend your disbelief please, especially about the shimmer variants)

the initial variant singed used was a stimulant, but the later one (which silco currently uses) is closer to weed. this was yet another thing singed did without informing silco, who was only told he was still on shimmer when it was time for him to leave the cave and go back to his life.

(silco was not aware of the weaker variat because it was given in oil form, blended into the drinks and food singed gave him)

during his time coming down from the first variant he slept a lot. he tried drinking coffee to stay awake more often than not, which made the rest of his symptoms worse even with the weaker version already being given to him.

that was the time he had the most nightmares about the time before the bridge explosion. not the explosion itself, or what came after, but nightmares of felicia, connol, and vander in a multitude of situations prior to it. he distinctly remembers one that included them dying in a fire in the last drop.

silco's anxiety was at an all time high during that time, though part of that came from having to finally deal with all the damage from the drowning incident while off major sedatives/painkillers/antibiotics.

as mentioned before, he currently smokes a variant of shimmer for pain management. not just from the infection's visible damage, but also the headaches he gets from bright lights and joint pain during colder weather.

it also makes him less nauseous, which he needs because of the changes to his lacrimal apparatus. since a big part of his shimmer-like tears drip into the back of his nose, it drains into his throat and to his stomach, which makes him sick.

back to the shimmer of his eye, and the needle/lance. due to the overflow of shimmer that occurs in his eye because of the tear production and localised deposit that stuck in the area, he needs to drain it to avoid a resurfacing of the effects that specific variant had.

essentially, the lance functions as an incision and "suction" instrument, making a small hole in the affected area and drawing out the excess shimmer. the only reason that doesn't completely ruin his eyesight is because it's already extremely damaged. he doesn't have much to lose in that eye.

supposedly he should drain it twice a day, but he found that he can go for a whole day without the symptoms getting too bad. he got jinx's help with it because his hands are usually too shaky after that long, since tremors are one of the first signs he gets.

nonfatal drowning complications

silco didn't actually suffer that much damaged directly connected with the near drowning itself. he had a very mild form of cerebral hypoxia during the event, and doesn't remember the details clearly because of it, but there wasn't much damage beyond that.

he did spend a lot of time going between upper respiratory tracts infections because his lungs were weakened, though, and he still gets them pretty often.

not a complication per se but i feel bad making this section so short: he's scared of water. it's worse around actual bodies of water, and triple that if there's someone else near him. as with most other issues of his, it has gotten better with time, but he still doesn't appreciate being near water with people he doesn't trust.

he took jinx to the river not just to help her, but to practice a little exposure therapy on himself. he goes there from time to time just with that purpose, but usually just sticks to the riverbank instead of going in.

there was a long time when he couldn't wash himself properly because of that. the texture of water on his skin was pretty stressful, so he mostly used wet rags and solid soaps. his hair was a whole different beast, he cut it almost completely off so he wouldn't have to put as much water on it.

zaun's water pollution...

is it even necessary to get into this. silco is the poster boy for the water toxicity of zaun. surprisingly, he's more resistant to the effects of it now because of the shimmer, but he used to get problems from time to time before.

he had kidney stones when he was younger. that was in part due to rationings of potable water, but some of it was because of the high sodium content in the food he ate (used to preserve it for as long as possible).

had the runeterra version of cyclosporiasis before. i don't know how to expand on that he just did. same goes to him having salmonellosis. multiple times.

when he was younger he got a few inflammations of the digestive system because of the water quality. he had oesophagitis and gastristis multiple times as a kid. then again, he wasn't the only one.

this one is also small but pretend it has an extra point here lolol.

... and its breezy twin

the air pollution is what affects him the most and what gives him the most trouble since he was a kid. he grew up in the mines, and the air/sediments there were troublesome for his lungs.

the tissue in his lungs gets irritated easily because of multiple inflammations and infections he caught when he was younger, so his health is a little bit of a gamble.

(in case it wasn't obvious, i write him with a weak immune system, first because of environmental conditions and later because of the sepsis' long term effects)

anyway, he tends to stick to his rooms and office during the colder and humid seasons. he invested in a dehumidifier because humidity makes it hard for him to breathe.

honestly believe he'd hide away from the public eye to nurse his diseases away from people. he catches chest colds at least once every winter and locks himself in his room to avoid spreading.

this menace. has a bunch of lung problems and smokes on top of it. he's gonna cough his own lungs out.

he has chronic chemical pneumonitis from inhaling a bunch of chemicals and irritants while working in the mines and generally breathing in areas where the grey is thicker.

refuses to see singed about these specific issues, mostly because he has a lot of respiratory problems going on too. it's mostly a base of "if he can't fix his own issues why would i let him try to fix mine", but he's uncomfortable letting someone see him in that state in general.

he seems very calm but most of the time it's just him putting effort into not straining his lungs beyond necessary.

thanks for reading! hope you had fun, and thanks for reaching this point!

[phangneh]

Voice in the Abyss

[CHAPTER Ⅰ]

✨Manhwa : Into The Light Once Again

✨Elmir royal family x Fem!Reader

✨Warning : princess!reader, lost memory, yandere elements (both platonic and romantic), protect, ... (will add more)

📌Note: this is just a fanfic, there are many details unrelated to the original story line. English is not my native language, if I make grammatical mistakes or use incorrect words, please forgive me.

🎭Summary : You have a voice that is said to change the world, when you sing, your sweet voice makes people happy and all things flourish. One day, your kingdom was destroyed, you had to live with the pain of losing your family and being severely mistreated. But it seems that you will die in misery, there will be people who will come and take you out of the abyss.

[ Introduce ]

[ Chapter 1 ]

Looks like there's a noise on the ground, you think. But you're not really sure, is it really noise? Or are your ears just imagining for themselves?

It's been a long time, even a little warmth of sunlight you haven't even seen, two years of being confined to a dark underground prison, all your senses and body have been worn out. Dark, cold, snake centipede insects you are also used to.

When will you be freed?

Why aren't you dead yet?

Eventually, you find yourself lying on the moldy, slurping ground. A finger can't move now, is God taking you?

The noise doesn't go away, but at this moment you don't care about it anymore. When you close your eyes, it feels like you're leaning on your mother's lap, and she sings you lullabies. There is the voice of your mother, of your father, of your brothers and sisters, it seems that you are with them.

And then you don't feel anything anymore.

...

You wake up, light creeping into the corner of your eye. Brilliant, and uncomfortable. But it's also warm and comfortable. Your head is blank, strangely enough, you don't have any memories in your head. You can't think of anything, you're so strange around, you wonder where this is, there's a lot of mixed emotions, anxiety, fear, restlessness in you,... Suddenly the door of the room opens, a woman enters and is alarmed to realize you have woken up, she is so shocked that she almost dropped the tray in her hand.

"She's awake!"

She speaks something you don't understand. You're vague, weak, but still aware enough that two people came in later, they both looked in a hurry, and seemed surprised to see you open your eyes. Who's that? Do you know them?

"Are you okay? How are you feeling?" A soft voice that you can hear, she speaks a language that you understand, you want to answer, but your throat is too weak to say something.

The owner of the voice was a woman with a gentle and beautiful face, her eyes were like beautiful purple jewels.

She looked very worried... Why?

"Hurry up and call the priest here!" Another voice, but that of the younger girl, they were the same, they both had cloud-white hair, but she had blue eyes... It was like that lake, clear and shining. She was as beautiful as an angel.

"It's going to be fine, you're safe."

You are confused, why are you here, who they are, why are you like this, so many questions in your mind.

What happened?

...

You gaze silently out the light-filled window, your aimless eyes gazing into the distance. It's been two days since you woke up, Empress Iris – that beautiful purple-eyed woman said that you have been in a coma for almost 1 month since they found you.

"(Y/n) (L/n)"

The name crosses your mind, people say it's your name. You don't remember anything, your dark eyes look down at your bandaged hands, not an inch of flesh is healed right now, everywhere is full of wounds, some have become infected, some have become scars.

You are now in the Elmir Empire, a beautiful and prosperous Empire. Somehow you have been taken care of directly by the royal palace, everyone here is kind to you, even if you do not understand their language, but it seems that their words mean good. The only people you can hear are Empress Iris and Princess Aisha, who are by your side for two days today.

"(Y/n)"

The gentle voice wakes you up from the train of thought, Princess Aisha, she is looking at you with worried eyes.

"How are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere?"

You shake your head slightly, then your tired eyes can see how relieved she is to see you're okay. Anytime you see anxiety on people's faces, you realize that you are the cause of that anxiety.

"Tell me if you're uncomfortable, please! I'll handle everything."  Aisha gave you a reassuring smile, hoping to get some reaction from you. For the past two days, the priests have taken turns treating you. Your condition has improved significantly, you can eat normally and move around more. Even so, you still look empty, like a lifeless doll. Aisha hopes that after you can walk, she will take you for a walk around the palace grounds. It will certainly be very quick, the divine power of the priests will help you recover quickly.

You really can't help but feel grateful for the care and concern of everyone in the Elmir royal family, from the Empress, Princess to the servants, they are truly good people. You were sure of it after only two days of interacting with them, there really was no one who could care for another person with such incredible enthusiasm.

However, for Aisha.

To this day, Aisha can't forget the moment you were taken back to the palace, you almost stopped breathing, disheveled... and couldn't have looked more horrible. They can't imagine what you've been through, your body is full of wounds big and small, sickness and skin diseases. Anyone who saw your condition was dumbfounded, there were no words that could describe you then. They wonder if the people who make you like this are still human.

So cruel.

So evil.

Why would they treat a human being like that?

Even if you don't know them, their hearts won't allow them to leave you alone. Luckily, they narrowly saved your life.

Aisha finishes her flashbacks, she looks up at you, seeing your eyes staring at her startles her.

"W-what's wrong?"

You look at her intently, after a while, you open your mouth slightly, but then you stop. You feel like you want to say something to her. But somehow, you want to say something. You become confused, struggling to find a way to express your thoughts.

"You want to say something?"

Seeing that she understood, you quickly nodded. Aisha thought, then quickly ran out of the room, you looked at her puzzledly, Aisha came back very quickly, in her hand were a few sheets of paper with a pen and ink.

"We can communicate this way, if you can't already speak" Princess Aisha certainly couldn't hide her joy knowing you wanted to talk, because probably from the moment you woke up, apart from nodding or shaking your head to express your best friend's thoughts, you didn't express anything that sounded like you wanted to talk. Aisha is really curious what you want to say to her.

When you pick up the paper and pen from Aisha, you pause for a moment, then start writing something. Your hands trembling, the black letters trembling on the paper, the Princess stares at you intently, waiting for what you are writing. After you stop, you slowly hold up the paper in front of her, Aisha narrows her eyes, trying to see your indistinct zigzag handwriting clearly.

"Thank you"

"For was... take care of you?" Aisha looked up at you, meeting your expectant gaze. When you nod, she knows she's read exactly what you want to say.

Before she could say anything more, Aisha saw you start writing on paper, looking urgent and hurried, as if you were afraid you'd miss the time to speak your mind.

"Once I'm well, I'll leave right away."

As she read those words, Aisha frowned slightly.

"Why? Where are you going?" She asks you, leaving you momentarily confused.

"Go Home"

Go home.

That's what you want, even if there is no memory of your so-called 'home' in your mind.

Aisha can't help but be surprised, because since you regained consciousness from that coma, no one has told you about your hometown, maybe 'home' is not something you would think about now. But now, you tell her you want to go home. How can Aisha tell you that your home is now a ruin?

"(Y/n), you can only stay in Elmir for now..."

When the Princess says that, you look confused, your eyes on her waiting for an explanation.

"Well... You see, your health is still unstable, right?"

"Staying in Elmir will give you time to recuperate, and I and everyone will take care of you."

So... For now, please rest assured to stay in Elmir, okay?

Continue to [ Chapter 2 ]

[southtopaz]

PSYCHO KILLER - SCREAM

Summary: in which Iris Morris has to navigate her personal relationships while surviving a psycho.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, mention of violence, swearing, mention of death, Tara Carpenter x Fem reader, multiple parts.

Word count: +3,5k

A/n: this part will follow the events of Scream 6 but it will take place two years later from Scream 5. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistake.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18

"Jason and Greg were little Atlanta rich boys," Gale explained to the group as they made their way through a narrow alleyway. The walls were plastered with graffiti, but one piece caught Iris's eye: a hauntingly detailed Ghostface painted on the wall, its hollow eyes seeming to watch them as they passed. Of course, this was the kind of place that suited those two lunatics perfectly. "Apparently, they used fake names to rent this place."

"How did you find it?" Kirby asked, walking beside Gale, her brow furrowed in curiosity.

"It's called investigative journalism for a reason," Gale replied, her tone dripping with confidence. Iris exchanged a glance with Sam, who rolled her eyes. Here it comes, Iris thought, suppressing a smile as she noticed the weird dynamic between those two.

"How didn't you find it? Weren't you tracking them?"

"I went through their financial records dozens of times," Kirby shot back, her frustration palpable. "This was not in any of them. It doesn't make sense."

"Don't worry," Gale murmured dismissively, waving her hand as if swatting away a fly. "I'm just really good at my job. You'll get there one day." Kirby rolled her eyes, letting out a loud sigh that echoed through the alley.

Gale strode over to a heavy door marked with rust and age, fiddling with the entry system until it clicked open, once she swiped a card. With a confident push, she bounded inside, the group trailing behind her. Iris couldn't help but wonder how Gale had managed to get her hands on a keycard that could unlock all the doors to this place. It felt both impressive and a little unsettling.

As they stepped inside, Gale produced a flashlight from her bag, its beam slicing through the darkness. The light illuminated a narrow corridor ahead, revealing another fence that needed to be unlocked. Gale approached it, pushing the gate open with a loud shriek that echoed off the walls.

"What's with this place?" Sam asked, her voice reverberating in the eerie stillness. "What's with all the security?"

Gale flicked the light back on, and they all stopped in their tracks, jaws dropping as they took in the sight before them. The room was expansive, filled with rows of glass shelves, but it was the stuff inside them that left them speechless.

"It's a movie theater," Tara realized.

"It's not just a theater," Gale corrected, her lips pursed in a serious line as she scanned the room. "It's a shrine."

"That's a funny way of saying this is the dollhouse of some psycho," Iris muttered, her gaze flickering from the creepy altar of the murders  to the large stage that loomed ominously at the front.

"What the hell?" Mindy whispered, taking a step closer, her curiosity overshadowed by unease.

Iris began to stare straight ahead, her heart pounding as she took in the scene. One by one, the others followed her gaze, their expressions shifting from curiosity to shock. The room was a museum dedicated to the Stab franchise, filled with clothes, weapons, and haunting photographs. The curtain that usually shrouded the stage had been pulled up, exposing a chilling display of Ghostface costumes but the masks were absent. The sight of the Ghostface outfits, each representing a different killer twisted her stomach into an uncomfortable knot.

"Wow," Sam whispered, her voice barely audible, mirroring the stunned silence of the group. Mindy and Chad brushed past them, eager to investigate more.

"They've got the whole goddamn franchise," Mindy exclaimed, disbelief etched across her features. She turned to her brother, her eyes wide. "Chad?"

"Hmm?" he replied, distracted by a particularly striking costume.

Mindy gestured toward a faded black t-shirt hanging on the wall. "This was Uncle Randy's..." Her voice trailed off as she took in the vast collection around them. "They've got everything."

Iris's gaze drifted past a series of photos featuring a younger Sidney and a portrait of Dewey, who looked so vibrant and full of life. She felt Gale's presence beside her and couldn't help but speak. "He was so young in this picture."

"Yes, so handsome too," the older woman replied softly, a sadness glimmering in her eyes. They exchanged a brief, bittersweet smile before Iris stepped away, sensing that the woman needed a moment to herself.

As she continued her walk, she spotted Kirby staring intently at a stripped blue shirt and a knife displayed behind the glass. "Kirby, is that...?" Iris asked carefully, her heart sinking.

"The knife I was stabbed with," Kirby replied, her voice heavy with sorrow. Iris instinctively rubbed her arm in comfort, trying to ease the weight of the moment. As she turned her attention to a dark blue crop top on a nearby shelf, a chill ran down her spine. She leaned closer to the glass case, her breath hitching when she saw the name inscribed beneath it. "Belonged to Olivia Morris."

"How the fuck do they have that?" Iris gasped, pressing a hand against the glass as if to will it to disappear. The reality of the place began to suffocate her.

"I don't know," Kirby said, grabbing Iris's arm gently but firmly. "Let's move on. Don't look at that."

Tara noticed the distressed expression on Iris's face and approached her, concern etched in her features. "What happened?" she asked, her voice low and soothing.

"They have a shirt that belonged to my sister, like it's some kind of trophy," Iris admitted, her words tinged with sadness. The weight of loss settled heavily on her chest as Tara wrapped her arms around her in a comforting embrace.

"I'm so sorry, Ris," Tara murmured, her voice soft and sincere.

"It's not your fault," Iris replied, pulling away reluctantly. She took a moment to steady herself before heading over to join Chad and Mindy, who were engrossed in examining another set of weapons.

"How did they get all of this stuff?" Tara asked, glancing around the room with a mix of disbelief and horror. "Isn't this evidence?"

"Well, cops like money," Gale replied nonchalantly, her tone dismissive. "And evidence can get lost pretty easily. Present company excluded, of course." She shot a pointed look at Kirby, who was already glaring back at her, with her arms wide open.

"Um, why am I here exactly?" Ethan piped up after a moment, his tone laced with irritation. "My alibi check out."

"So we can keep an eye on you," Chad said calmly, a smirk dancing on his lips as he leaned casually against the wall.

"You're not excluded, pretty boy," Iris chimed in, her voice sharp. At the same time, Mindy made a gesture with her eyes, a clear indication that she was keeping a close watch on him.

Gale nodded, her expression turning serious as she surveyed the room. "He must've found this place before he murdered Jason and Greg," she deduced, her voice low but urgent. "And then he took the masks off the mannequins. All nine, from Stu and Billy to Amber and Richie."

As Gale spoke, Iris and Sam made their way toward the Ghostface outfits, each drawn to different displays. Sam approached her father's outfit, her expression unreadable, while Iris found herself standing before Amber's costume. It felt surreal to look at something that belonged to the girl who had caused so much pain.

For the first time in a long while, Iris stared at the costume without feeling sadness or betrayal. Instead, a simmering anger boiled inside her, anger that she hadn't been able to stop Amber before she hurt Wes, Dewey and Liv. The memory of their faces haunted her, and she clenched her fists.

Chad approached, his expression shifting to concern as he noticed her distress. "You okay, Ris?" he asked softly, his voice comforting as he stared at the costume of the girl who used to be his friend.

"Yeah, just tired of this bullshit,".

"I feel you, girl," Chad said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder in a reassuring gesture. Together, they stepped away from the horrible display, ready to rejoin their friends.

As they made their way back to the group, the air felt thick with tension. She looked around, catching glimpses of Sam standing by her father's outfit with Tara beside her and Gale flipping through various shelves trying to find some type of clue.

"So, somebody killed these chucklefucks and took over?" Chad crossed his arms, his expression showing disbelief.

"Someone who believes that Sam masterminded Woodsboro," Gale replied, her tone grave as she surveyed the room.

"If this were a normal Stab movie, this would be the killer's lair," Mindy added flatly, her eyes scanning the surroundings as if trying to piece together a twisted narrative.

"Jesus, this is insane," Iris muttered.

"Which means this isn't a normal Stab movie," Kirby confirmed, her voice steady but laced with anxiety.

Kirby's words hung in the air, echoing in Tara's mind. Something shifted within her, and before anyone could react, she darted down the small steps of the stage and out of the large room, urgency propelling her forward.

Sam and Iris exchanged worried glances, their concern deepening as they quickly followed after her. They found Tara in the hallway, visibly shaken as she took a deep breath from her inhaler.

As Tara turned to face them, the worry etched on Sam and Iris's faces was unmistakable. "You okay?" Sam coaxed gently, her voice soft and reassuring.

"Sam, when do I get to be a normal person again?" Tara asked, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as if to shield herself from the world. A silence settled between them, heavy and suffocating.

"I don't know," Sam admitted, shaking her head, a frown deepening on her brow.

"I don't want to be a part of this," Tara continued, her voice trembling slightly. "I don't want to be part of some stupid legacy because I'm—"

"Because of me,"

"Sam, it's not your fault," Iris interjected, her voice firm yet gentle, desperate to defuse the tension building between the sisters.

"Just drop it," Tara murmured, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Without another word, she hurried away, making her way toward the second floor.

"I got her," Iris assured Sam as she followed Tara's retreating figure.

As she ascended to the second floor, Iris turned into a random room, her heart racing with concern. There she found Tara leaning against the wall, her gaze fixed on the floor as if the ground might swallow her whole. The vulnerability in Tara's posture struck Iris, and she felt a rush of sadness.

"Hey, you okay?" The words hung in the air between them, soft but heavy, as Iris watched Tara's shoulders slump.

Tara looked up slowly, her eyes tired, a little lost. She gave a half hearted smile that didn't reach her eyes. "It's not easy to be here". She sighed, staring at the floor, her hands fidgeting nervously.

"No, it's not. " Iris said softly, taking a cautious step forward. "But you know it's not Sam's fault, right?"

Tara let out a long sigh, her shoulders sagging under the weight of it all. "I know. I was a total jerk, wasn't I?"

"Yep. But she understands you didn't mean it. This place has a way of driving everyone insane."

"I'll apologize, she didn't deserve that."

"Good." Iris smiled gently, relief washing over her. "It's important that you guys stick together."

Tara glanced at her, concern evident in her eyes. "How are you holding up? I know this is hard for you too."

"Yeah well, It's not that bad. I mean, I'm extremely mad about my sister's clothes being here. But what can I do? I just have to hope we get justice for her and for all of us."

"That's really mature of you," Tara remarked, a hint of admiration in her tone.

"You almost sound surprised, I'm a little offended," Iris teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Tara chuckled softly. "It's just... you're usually the one who's ready to lash out." Iris could not disagree with that.

"And what about seeing Amber's costume? Are you okay?" Tara asked, her tone shifting to something more serious.

"Honestly? I'm great. I haven't felt anything for her in a long time. Maybe just anger that I didn't have a gun sooner," Iris admitted, a smirk creeping onto her face.

"Ah, here comes the sadistic side again," Tara said, shaking her head, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips.

"Don't lie to me, you kinda dig it." Iris nudged Tara playfully with her shoulder, trying to draw her out of the heavy atmosphere.

"Maybe," Tara said, allowing a smile to break through.

"You okay though? You seemed really mad" Iris asked.

"I'm just overwhelmed, you know? Everything that's happening... it doesn't help to see it all laid out like this. It's like a constant reminder of what we've lost."

"I know, this sucks," Iris replied, her voice tinged with empathy. She took a step closer, her voice lowering, trying to offer some comfort. "But hey, it will be over soon, I promise. We'll make it through this.

Tara nodded slowly, but it didn't seem to reassure her. She glanced around at the room, the yellow walls, the relentless buzz of fluorescent lights above them and the poster of older films "I don't know," she muttered, her voice shaking slightly. "It doesn't feel like it'll ever end." Iris understood. The situation they were in wasn't one that could be easily escaped, not with their lives on the line every day.

And in the silence that followed, Tara spoke again, almost as if the thought had been eating at her from the inside.

"Do vou ever think about what would happen if we died?" Her voice was quiet, almost hesitant, as though she wasn't sure if she even wanted to know the answer.

Iris blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift. She ran a hand through her hair, unsure how to respond at first. "Well, I don't really think about dying, so... no," she said lightly, attempting to ease the atmosphere with a touch of humor.

But Tara wasn't laughing. Instead, her eyes narrowed, her hand reaching out and giving Iris a playful slap on the arm. "Asshole," she muttered. "I mean it though. I think about it a lot, especially now. More than I'd like to admit."

Iris raised an eyebrow, her expression softening with concern. "Why?"

Tara hesitated for a long moment, her gaze drifting off, as though she was lost in her own thoughts. She exhaled, the air leaving her lungs like a deflated balloon.

"I guess I just don't want to go with any regrets, you know? Like, I don't want to leave this world without having done the things l've always dreamed of." Her voice dropped. "I've spent so much time worrying about everything, and now... now it feels like I don't have enough time to do all the things l've put off."

Iris's chest tightened as she watched Tara struggle to voice the thoughts that were clearly haunting her. She moved closer, her voice softer now. "And you have a lot of those? Regrets, I mean?" She tilted her head slightly, noticing how close they were standing.

Tara's eyes flickered briefly to Iris's face before returning to the floor. "I do," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "Like I have a whole list of things I want to do. I want to see the world, finish my major, do something that matters." She laughed bitterly. "But instead, l've just been stuck here, letting the fear of what ifs ruin everything"

Iris took a deep breath, trying to steady her own emotions. She reached out, touching Tara's arm gently. "Well then, what are you waiting for?" she asked, her voice firm but gentle. "Once this is over, you should do everything you've always wanted to do. No more waiting. What comes to your mind right now?"

Tara's lips twitched upward in a small smile. "Like going on a cruise, mavbe?"

Iris froze for a moment, her brows furrowing. "You want to go on a fucking cruise?" she asked, her voice filled with amusement. "They kinda suck"

Tara shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a spark in her eyes. "What? Don't look at me like that, it would be amazing," She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Here I was, about to invite you to come with me and everything."

Iris's lips curled into a grin, her heart skipping a beat at the thought. "Count me in," she said without hesitation.

Tara's eyes widened for a second, but she quickly recovered. "But you just said cruises suck" she reminded her, crossing her arms with a teasing grin.

"I did." Iris admitted, shaking her head in happiness "But if I'm going to be stuck on a filthy boat, it might as well be with you." She paused, her voice lowering as she took Tara's hand in hers. "I would go anywhere with you, Tara. Even on a horrible cruise."

The words hung in the air between them, a silent promise. Tara squeezed her hand in return and for a moment, it felt like everything else faded away and it was just the two of them.

Tara's breath caught in her thoat, and she pulled her hand back slightly, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. "That's not the only thing I want to do, though," she said, her voice suddenly quieter. She stepped back, her gaze flickering to the ground as she struggled to say what was on her mind. "There's something I need to do first. Something that comes before anything else."

Iris raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Well then you should also do that, whatever it is".  She placed a hand on Tara's shoulder, her voice steady. "We'll end this nightmare, together."

Tara shook her head, the sadness in her eyes apparent. "You can't promise that," she whispered. "Not everything is in our control."

"Maybe not, but there's one thing I know for sure." Iris moved closer, the space between them almost nonexistent as she looked directly into her eyes. "I know that I'm going to protect you, no matter what happens. I'Il do anything to make sure you're safe."

Tara's heart skipped a beat at the words. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. "Why?" she finally whispered. "Why would you do anything to protect me?" Tara's eyes softened, but there was still a depth to her gaze that Iris couldn't fully read. She hesitated, biting her lip as if the words were stuck in her throat.

Finally, she exhaled, her voice barely audible. "Well, I... because you're my best friend," she stuttered. "And I don't want you to die."

"God, I hate that word so much," Tara whispered, the intensity of the moment thickening the air around them.

"Which one? Die?" Iris tried to laugh, but it came out forced, nervous as Tara's gaze locked onto hers.

“No, best friend. I hate it when you call me that”.

Tara grabbed the back of Iris's neck, her fingers tangling in her hair as she pulled her in, their lips crashing together with a force that took them both by surprise. Iris hitched her breath in shock, the warmth of Tara's mouth sending ripples of sensation coursing through her.

As the kiss broke, she pulled away just enough to catch her breath, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Their eyes locked, both of them momentarily speechless, Iris's mind raced, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions that surged between them.

Tara's cheeks flushed a deep pink, and her gaze flickered between her eyes and lips, a spark of desire igniting in her expression. It was a look Iris had never seen before, raw and vulnerable yet filled with longing.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Iris wrapped her arms around Tara's waist, drawing her in closer as if trying to merge their bodies into one. The move was instinctual, fueled by a longing that had been building for what felt like ages. She pressed her lips against hers again, this time with a desperate intensity that spoke volumes of the feelings she had kept locked away.

Iris felt Tara melt against her, her body responding to her every touch as they lost themselves in each other. She placed her hands on Tara's waist, feeling the warmth of her body beneath her fingertips as she pressed her against her body. Iris's fingers slipped to the small of her back, holding her tightly as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, savoring the taste of her lips.

Tara grabbed onto the side of her jaw and ran her tongue across Iris's bottom lip, every brush of their mouths was electric and made her crave even more. Tara wrapped her arms around her neck, her fingers tangling in her hair. She tugged gently, the sensation sending shivers down Iris's spine, and she couldn't help but let out a soft whimper, opening her mouth slightly to allow Tara to easily slip her tongue.

Iris moaned softly at the sudden contact, and with a gentle yet firm pressure, she pushed Tara  until her back met the cool surface of the wall behind them. She wasn't willing to let go of her, not now, not after everything that had led them to this point.

One hand pressed firmly against Tara's lower back, pulling her even closer, leaving no space between them. Her other hand drifted through Tara's hair, her fingers weaving through the soft strands, relishing the feeling of her body against her.

Tara's hands roamed up to her shoulders, her fingers clutching at the fabric of her shirt as if anchoring herself in the moment. Tara responded to her touch with a soft sigh, her body arching into her as if instinctively seeking for more. Iris could sense her excitement, the way her fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her closer still.

She explored the curve of Tara's waist with her hand, a sensation that made her heart race even faster. Iris could hear the soft gasps that escaped Tara's lips, each sound sending a thrill through her. She had never experienced anything like this; this raw, unfiltered passion that seemed to consume them both.

As their kisses grew more fervent, Iris couldn't help but lose herself in the moment. She marveled at how right it felt to hold her like this, how natural it was to be entwined in each other's arms. Finally, as the lack of air was starting to become present, Tara pulled away, tugging on Iris’s bottom lip and releasing it before speaking, making the girl chase after her lips.

"That's what I wanted to do more than anything," Tara whispered, her breath warm against Iris's lips. "In case you were wondering"

Iris felt a rush of heat wash over her, her entire mouth tingling. With her eyes still closed, she leaned her forehead against Tara's, both of them trying to steady their breaths. "Tara, that was..."

"We should go. Let's find Sam, we have things to do" Tara replied, pressing a gentle kiss to Iris's cheek before pulling away. She stepped outside of the room, leaving Iris standing there, her mind racing with questions.

[madeby-meru]

Thoughts on Episode 10 (Jason Route)

Now that I am chill after losing both the illustration and the route and having to watch it somewhere else, I can give my thoughts on this episode! ^^

I wanted to upload this sooner but had no time to finish it lol

beware of spoilers under the cut!

Overall, my main feeling while playing and after finishing was that i was tremendously bored for 90% of the episode. And honestly this makes me sad! I really like filler episodes, i love silly little moments that don't add much to the story itself but that let you see the characters in different situations and learn other tidbits of information about them. For example, I liked going with Brune and Elanda to look for Thomas, seeing them in a situation where they're worried about a friend that could be in serious trouble and how they reacted differently to everything. It adds depth and personality (which these characters desperately need). I have seen Roy's route in this episode too and i liked how it added a bit to his characterization of this very sweet and caring man. I have to say that i also loved seeing Thomas' mom again and im soooo happy that she got a redesign! (even though I wish she looked like an actual 60 year old woman, girlie looks addicted to botox). I would have loved to see Iris too but we got a couple more characters from the MCL games so I'm happy with that. I like seeing that we are, indeed, in the same universe lol.

However, in my opinion anything good or interesting in the episode was completely overshadowed by the sheer *absurdity* of it all.

It's the same issue as always, the "plot" doesn't make sense and unintentionally the characters end up being depicted terribly and (usually) Devon and Thomas suffer the most.

Devon looks like an irresponsible boss that doesn't keep his empoyees in check and lets them do whatever they want even if it harms the job or other emoplyees's work. He postpones the meeting with the town hall (would he even be allowed to do that? i'm sure this would have negative impact on Devenementiel) to look for Thomas, which honestly that's a good friend move so respect for that... but that is a full grown adult, not a child, and you dont even know if something actually happened to him. I'm sorry but here the job should take priority, it makes no sense for everyone to halt their work day and waste time (with a relevant project !! with the town hall !! in their hands !!) cause someone didnt come in.

Sending everyone to just look around the city is... so stupid? how big is Amoris? 1km square? for them to think that they can wander around and magically find him? ????

Now the ending was just... what the actual fuck.

I don't think the writing team is truly aware of how badly Thomas is portrayed. First of all, if you have a motorbike accident that is serious enough to leave the morotbike destroyed like they describe it: you do not walk away like nothing happened! Talking from experience, even a relatively small accident can leave you badly injured. And from what is being described in the episode Thomas should have been hospitalized! It makes no sense. Second of all, who in their right damn mind leaves a demaged vehicle in the middle of the street and walks away to buy a replacement? That is a fine, that is a public safely issue, a general safety hazard and a traffic obstruction, who does that ?! "He is socially unaware!" no, that is being straight up stupid and a jerk.

Y'all are portraying Thomas as an egocentric, careless, and self centered guy that does not care for anything or anyone around him other than himself, an irresponsible person that does not care if his actions are detrimental to his job or colleagues. And if we put this together with episode 8 showing him as someone with zero respect for boundaries or privacy and that will stalk coworkers with no remorse, yeah you're making a wonderful love interest.

And this pisses me off, this feels out of character. Thomas is such a fun and interesting and cute love interest, he could have one of the best romance stories in the game, why would you paint him like this? I'm sure that the intention was a "haha silly guy doesn't understand!" moment but y'all definitely don't know how to write that.

And I don't think this is "reading too much into it", cause you can see it all in plain sight. And also, analyzing shit and "reading too much into something" is fun for me.

This episode could have been so fun. It could have been a silly misunderstanding with some days off that Thomas takes to go to a competition (maybe we initially could think that he had an accident because a similar bike had one that morning! or because he had been complaining about motor issues and being wary of a potential accident!). In his route we could go see him and he could tell us about his hobby, and in other routes we could do something related to the other character's interests. We could get to know more about them, its an appropiate episode topic for the place that we are in in the relationships and its just cute and fun.

But anyway, I unfortunately could not play Jason's route myself and I had to watch it somewhere else instead, which honestly pissed me the fuck off cause i can't afford a replay at all. The special scene was cute, I liked the tone and how Jason sounded like he was trying to play it cool with all the "heh i just did it to show im better" (i can see right through you silly man). Ngl im sad i dont have the scene to replay it u-u

Thomas' illustration was my favorite by far, both him and Ysaline look gorgeous fr fr

[blackphanto]

Trying to overanalyze Lucifer's design

The Hazbin Hotel season 1 finale was fucking insane. I loved everything and especially Lucifer, whom I am dedicating this post to.

Let's begin with his "normal" form

Lucifer wears a ringleader costume bc Hell is one giant circus and he's the ringleader, but did you know that there's actually more to it?

A ringmaster, -mistress or -leader is like the opening act of a circus. They show you around, introduce the other acts and keep you hooked. They are essentially the glue that keeps the circus together. Another definition of a ringmaster, -mistress or -leader talks about an actual leader who leads a group of people, mostly through the act of doing illicit or unlawful activities. A role that would suit Lilith better than Lucifer. Sins could be seen as unlawful activities in Heaven's eyes and Lucifer is the cause of how evil found its way to earth, one could say that he was the one to lead the sinners in their sinful behavior in life. Yet, in death - if we go by Charlie's storybook - Lilith was the one leading the sinners to rise up against Heaven, another illicit activity that has led to their eventual doom.

Luci also wears a top hat with his crown on top of it. The hat gives him some extra height so I doubt that he wears it for any other reason. His crown is mostly covered with a snake and a red apple on the side. The snake can have 2 meanings: 1) how the word 'seraphim' in Hebrew can be translated to 'fiery serpent', due to his six wings, Lucifer is likely a seraph. 2) he was the serpent that tempted Eve, although never confirmed in any religious text, this idea of him being that snake is really popular in every reiteration of that story. This would also be why there's an apple motive following the Morningstars. Now let's move on to...

Angelic/demonic form

I don't think what we are seeing here is his full angelic/demonic form, but considering that the other Princes' forms aren't as scary either it is likely the case. The first thing that caught my attention were the horns and overall resemblance this form has to Charlie's, but let's focus on the differences.

In the first image, the snake and apple have turned into some sort of halo, a nod that his actual halo has disappeared when he fell and unlike Vaggie his wings probably didn't get ripped off, but I do believe they were different to how they were when he was behind the Pearly Gates. He has a tail and horns, classic demon imagery, there are 6 eyes at the end of his coat and there's one more on his bowtie, which makes a total of 8 eyes on Lucifer's design. The eyes are a common returning motive in Heaven and with angels.Luci also has a flame in-between his horns. This honestly reminded me of Baphomet, but they would likely be a Candle head from the Sloth ring. In the Bible, fire is often depicted as the presence of God, but I'm a firm believer that Hazbin has a deistic God view (see my other post), so I doubt that's the case here. The fire was likely chosen because Hell is associated with fire and he's the king of Hell so they thought it would make sense.

Like father, like daughter

As stated before, Lucifer and Charlie share a lot of similar elements. She's essentially him without wings and with longer hair. They both have a red sclera with a yellow iris. Their tail is pitch black with a heart cut out at the end and despite having white skin, Lucifer's arms are greyish. I always thought they were gloves, but no, man's face doesn't match his hands. I really like this shot of them right here, they look so badass!

Charlie also seems to be getting a new ability which has to do with her arm getting bigger and blocking Adam. This might be a callback to whatever was going on with her arm in her first design.

That was it thanks for reading <3

[keiicom]

Yjh things the Webtoon 'forgot' to mention or to point out bc they hate novel yjh

Warning for vague webtoon spoilers ig?? No spoilery names are named and no unreleased scenarios are mentioned/specified btw but I thought I'd add this warning just in case :)

He waited three days on the bridge for kdj to resurface after he dropped him in the Ichytosaurs mouth. Just. Waited there.

He smiles when Kdj tries his food and says it's good (it's more like a tiny smug smile tbh)

He is a WORRIER. Man worries about everything, but sucks at expressing it through actions bc that's when he's most easily misunderstood. It is EXTREMELY easy to misunderstand his actions unless the other characters ask him what he's doing and why [after he explains, he turns out to be actually really thoughtful tbh]

When he tells 41st round shin yoosung to "quit her blabbering"...he wasn't that harsh in the novel. The line was changed (still don't know why) but originally he said something about not having enough time, and wasn't a complete asshole.

Also during that same arc/scene it was revealed that he woke her up because he genuinely didn't think she'd attack him/be mad at him iirc, so it wasn't him being stupid, just somewhat naive

When Iris called KDJ ugly he actually stepped forward and intimidated her by glaring so she'd stop talking :) because he sensed fighting spirit in her and he decided to react lmao

His eyebrow moves similarly to a caterpillar when he's about to make an important decision (note: kdj points this out in the novel because he's always staring at yjh I swear to god there's proof)

Yjh puts on a 'cool' face when he's been caught or called out after trying to be sneaky (he's SO BAD at being sneaky istg I love this man so much)

He sometimes uses his skills for stupid and petty shit *said lovingly with heart eyes*

He's more likely to give someone/an NPC a quick death than to make them suffer until they die

He always goes along with KDJ's plans, even though Kdj barely tells him ANYTHING about them ever 😭 He glares but still goes along with them I NEED Y'ALL TO UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS- /lh

He drags his sword on the ground when he's happy/satisfied with something, or generally in a good mood. Also Loves to clean his sword (I think the webtoon added a scene of him cleaning the sword like. once)

He loves his sister more than anything (we haven't seen a lot of scenes with yoo mia AND yjh in the webtoon yet but I have high expectations for those knowing how much he adores her in the novel)

Mans RUNS to help every time kdj is in danger, unless he genuinely thinks kdj 1) can handle the situation himself or 2) deserves the punishment

He has MONOLOGUES in his head even though he only ever says like two sentences thakrhsjfjb, and is very eloquent when given the chance to explain his thought process/reasoning

[which kdj rarely lets him do. bc he's hellbent on doing the talking and most other characters don't expect yjh to talk anyway]

The hand holding scene that was turned into a weird wrist holding scene? Yes originally they held hands (he wasn't as angry then either)

He's a serial texter and will spam message people

He loves dumplings

He gets jealous when other people monopolize Dokja's attention for too long (also canon, ex: Sangah, [redacted 1], sometimes han sooyoung, [redacted 2], [redacted 3] 💀 and WILL glare at Kdj or demand answers depending on how severe the transgression is)

He's tired. So, so tired.

HE CAN LAUGH

he doesn't let Han Sooyoung live out of pride/not wanting to lose to kdj (???? what even was that). he lets her live because he doesn't want kdj to think poorly of him / alternatively he doesn't want to lose him as an ally. Not everything is about pride with him 🫠

he looks embarrassed after hearing yoo mia tell him he looks "happy when you talk about [kdj]". the narration also gives her statement some credibility, because "she knows him well since she's his sister". but of course they made him look angry instead of embarrassed 🙄 bc god forbid he shows any other facial expression ever

He's nosy (again: said lovingly with heart eyes). You'll notice how even when he pretends not to care, he'll still stick around to see how things develop/gather info on 'important' stuff. If he's not interested, he'll just leave, bc he's the kind of guy to just do that. So if he doesn't leave, even if he's pretending not to care... you see where I'm going with this

He has a sense of humor, believe it or not (though most of the time he's hilarious without meaning to)

When [redacted] asked yoo joonghyuk what his deal was with kdj and why he wanted him in his group he said "kdj is necessary for this world. I need him." but webtoon decided to skip that line 🫠

Yjh says "I guess your mother doesn't like me" instead of this "like mother like son" bullshit, because the second one implies dokja doesn't like him. which couldn't be farther from the truth

Yoo Joonghyuk actually looks distraught when he realizes he's the one that has to kill kdj. To the point kdj has to tell him to not make that face.

He holds him tenderly as kdj falls, and tries to hang onto him as he's dragged away.

I'd add more but the rest is spoilers fhajhrjeka so yeah I'll just wait to see what webtoon does first and I'll update this as they go