#it turned out a longer than i was originally planning though so i think it'll be a real treat for those who've been waiting :)

[maka-moved]

"When Postal Dude shot himself, he thought he was as good as dead. That is, until he miraculously awoke in a hospital bed just a few days later. As he scrambles to get his life back together, he decides that it’s finally time for him to leave Paradise and start anew. But when previously buried memories resurface, Dude comes to find out that there’s still a lot about himself and his past with this quiet Arizona town that he must grapple with before he can really move on."

finally finished the first chapter of my postal fic!! you can read it on ao3 by clicking the link above!

[asairayn]

so i drew Many of the sun and moon show characters :)

i suppose this could be considered to be in honor of my sun and moon show hyperfixation reaching seven months! (well, seven for the dca in general. in about five days it'll be seven months for tsams!)

(a bunch of notes under the cut)

i have so so many notes.

mostly based entirely on their canon designs but with some of my own modifications!

i got brand new markers and lineart pens just before making these so weirdness with coloring and lineart is at least half because of that :) but also i got so many markers this is great i have so many colors no longer do i have to work with like eight!

most of these are fairly sketchy and unfinished (see: many missing hands and feet. i didn't feel like it.) (also normally i'd outline them in white) and that's largely because. uh. there's a lot of them!!! so they're not exactly my best work. but i think they turned out pretty well :)

these aren't all of what i'm drawing! i just haven't been working on these as actively for the past couple days so i decided to post what i have!

i also have plans for (and some sketches of) monty (original and fem), puppet (original and fem), solar, solar flare, killcode (mind and the little redeemed form), earth (original and current), ruin (original and current), fc, and stitchwraith! so a lot. i think that's a total of 23? goddamn.

you never realize quite how many characters have had multiple different bodies until you're drawing all of them.

also: I FLIPPED THE DAMN COLORS ON LUNAR'S ORIGINAL BODY. AUGH. it's cause the reference image i was using was mirrored and i didn't realize until i'd started coloring in the black and like.... there's not really any going back from there!!! (there absolutely is though i have white gel pens. why didn't i fix it? idk)

all of this is from the past less than a week. i think i started on saturday? maybe sunday.

and, as a bonus, a sketch of a very grumpy earth :)

[callmelittlemephistopheles]

Simplicity (Copia x GN!Reader)

Going to a concert last minute with some friends, you think it’ll be just a fun trip. Just a few nights of laughter before you have to continue on with your mundane jobs.

And then you meet your soulmate.

Tags: Papa Emeritus IV x Gn!Reader, Fluff, Soulmate AU, First Meeting, Just horrible amounts of fluff really, Not Beta Read. Word Count is 2.4k

Hello! First fic in this fandom, decided to test the Copia waters with a very fluffy soulmate AU. Hope you enjoy! It'll be uploaded to Ao3 once I can make an account.

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The concert wasn’t something you planned to go to originally. One of your friends had bailed on the group, and you had decided to go along. Putting in your share, not wanting to let your friends down. And it didn’t sound like a bad time. A couple of nights in a hotel, with a grand show for this concert they were raving about for weeks at that point. 

Initially, you meant to spend the night alone or explore the hotel. But after seeing your friends have fun and listening to a few songs, you decided to use the ticket and go with them instead of scalping it. They explained that the band was going through singers, the first 3 brothers, and then a member of the church they were in, you didn’t press the topic and let them explain little bits, only half paying attention. The Leaders were called Papa, with the newest one being the fourth and who was a Cardinal before he became Emeritus. 

“It was highly irregular.” They tell you while you wait in line to enter the concert building. 

“Was it?” You say, mostly so they continue to speak on something they clearly enjoy so much. 

“Yes!” Another friend pipes up. “It was this whole big deal. Apparently, the other brothers still aren’t happy about it. But they can’t do much when the clergy decides what to do.”

A third voice pops in. “They were Papas too, you’d think their opinion would hold more weight.”

You let them continue to discuss, listening to them a little while longer before you soon head to your section for the concert. Seeing them already have so much love for the band is helping you feel more at ease about it.

Though you weren’t sure why you felt off about it. 

It’s easy to not think about it after a while. Focusing on having a good time with your friends and it’s far better than the loneliness of the hotel room. Settling into your seats, watching the warm-ups happen. You had arrived early, to settle and let your friends tell you more about the lore of the band. 

“Oh, you see those guys!” One friend points over your shoulder, guiding your head to view several people coming out and taking places behind the instruments. They all appeared at first to be wearing the same outfit, but after a few moments of staring, you could see the subtle differences. Your friend’s voice was pressed to the side of your head, sliding into your ear. “Those are the ghouls.”

You blink. “Ghouls?”

“Yeah, that’s what they’re called.”

Your brow wrinkles, eyebrows pressing together as you glance back at your friend, who leans back now. “Do they have names?” 

“No. Well, not really. Fans have named them, but officially they’re nameless ghouls.” 

Turning back to the stage, you can feel the small pit in your stomach. That little form of doubt. Bands had weird little things about them all the time, so this shouldn’t have been too worrying. 

And yet you were worrying. There’s a tension slowly rolling out over your back, through your shoulders until your spine is rigid. 

It felt odd. An undeniable feeling that something was going to happen. 

It only grows when you see the crucifixes, and you glance at the friend to your right. “What kind of Church did they belong to again?” You weren’t religious yourself but the crucifixes didn’t look like the Catholic or Christian ones you’d seen in shows or on the news. 

They don’t look at you, smiling sheepishly at the stage while they avoid your gaze. You have to elbow them gently until they finally glance at you, looking slightly flushed. “Satanism. They’re a Satanic priest group.” 

You stare at your friend. 

They stare back. 

Finally, you draw your gaze back to the stage. It’s more just surprising than alarming if you’re honest. Religion wasn’t something you shamed, you were more just surprised your friends didn’t mention it. Though you supposed it didn’t matter, and instead as more of the crowd gathers around the stage, you settle in the seat. A nice view of the stage but not directly in front. 

The lighting effects start, and a few test runs with the strobing lights before the crowd is fully invested. You can hear the music starting. Strums of guitar before there’s a rift, and there’s shouting everywhere. 

And then you see him. 

Papa Emeritus the Fourth is wearing white face paint, with black details to give it a more skull-like appearance. His hair is thick and growing out, and even from this distance, you can see the silver starting to grow in through at his temples and sideburns. One eye is dark and the other is a pure white iris that seems to glow in the socket in certain light. 

He’s handsome, singing wonderfully and your chest is threatening to burst while your heart throbs almost painfully. 

What the fuck? 

All at once, a chill runs over you, frozen in your seat while your friends and everyone scream and cheer beside you. You can barely hear them with the sound of your heartbeat in your ears, pulsating in your neck so hard you can feel each beat. An overwhelming warmth fills your veins, and you find yourself growing more content the longer you stare at him. Your heart still racing but there’s something more. 

Something you never expected to feel. 

This is rare. This isn’t supposed to happen to you. It’s only supposed to happen in movies or for famous people. You’ve seen how it happens, in romantic stories before. Soulmates are rare, and yet, here you are. 

Staring at your own soulmate. 

There is no other explanation for this new feeling, so much deeper than any crush or basic attraction could be. A horrible longing forms in your sternum, and what had only been almost painful is now starting to crush the muscles in your chest. 

Gasping, you stand with your friends while they cheer, and without thinking about it, you scream with them. Desperate for him to look over here. 

He needs to see you. He needs to. 

“Papa!” You cry, only to be echoed in a sea of similar shouts. He can’t hear you over everyone else, focusing on singing and dancing around on stage. Still, you shout, cry out, because he needs to see you. The thought of him not seeing you, of missing you, it’s already starting to drive you mad. 

Enough to keep standing even when your friends sit back down, the one behind you attempting to tug you back into your seat. The song ends and you scream this time into the quieted crowd. 

That gets his eyes on you, a quick glance at first before he comes back not two seconds later to really look at you. Looking that quickly develops into straight staring, his lips parted and his mismatched eyes wide. 

There’s an intense, soft feeling now in your heart, unable to stop your smile from curling up on your lips. The pain is gone now, though you can feel the soreness already starting to form in your chest. 

The spell is broken when you’re yanked down into your seat again. “I didn’t think they’d be so into it.” One friend laughs, while you blink at everyone giggling around you before turning your gaze back onto Papa. 

He’s still looking, just for a moment longer before he turns to greet the crowd. It’s a quick few words about asses wobbling, and asking how everyone is. His voice is filled with mirth, warm and welcoming. And there are small flicks of his gaze towards your seating area. Constant enough to have your feet kicking slightly while you sit. 

Charming, you think, feeling a giddiness enter your chest to fill where the pain had been. He’s charming. 

And he’s yours. 

The show passes, with constant glances from Papa towards you. If your friends wonder why you’re suddenly so happy and into the show, they don’t voice it, simply happy you’re into it too. But the show is over, and though it was wonderful to watch, your skin is itching. 

Your soulmate is not even twenty feet away and yet you cannot touch him. Not yet. 

A mismatched gaze meets you right after he and his ghouls take his bow. From this distance, they’re unreadable, but you understand the weight of it. Holding you down in your seat as your friends rise. Even when he leaves to head backstage, you still remain in your seat.

“Hey, we’re going.”

“I know.”

There’s a furrowing brow. “So… Is there a reason you’re not joining us in getting up?” They break into a grin. “Did you enjoy that music so much that you need a moment?” 

“More than a moment.” And you smile back at your friend group. “I can’t leave. I have to meet him.”

That same friend’s brow continues to furrow, but another one’s eyebrows shoot up into their forehead. A wide smile appears that grows into something softer, and they approach you with a gentle hand on each arm. “You had a reaction when he came on stage.” A small pause and their smile turns gooey, “Did you… Is he-”

“Yes.” The giddiness, the elatedness in your chest is almost horrible. There’s a terribly happy feeling that’s spreading through your veins. A nervousness too, but it disappears far more quickly. Probably because it all seems rather simple now.

He was yours and you were his. Even if you didn’t even know each other by your names, or rather your real names, you knew. His eyes were burned into your heart already, and any loneliness you had felt beforehand feels so long gone. 

Your friend giggles. “I’ll explain to the rest of them then. You have your cellphone?” You nod, and they let go, standing back up. “We’ll be awake for the next few hours. Just in case you want an escort back to the hotel.” 

The rest of your friends haven’t figured it out, but the one who knows is shushing them, leading them away and out of the theatre. It isn’t long until you’re left in your seat, with security even walking past you. You watch as the backstage crew begins to pack up things, preparing everything for travel. 

He emerges from behind the stage, on the floor, in his sparkly blue coat and hair slicked back. In gloved hands, he holds two paper cups and his gaze remains on the floor until he reaches the stairs. Then he glances up, and you can’t help but beam at him. 

His approach is slow, letting you look at him more carefully. Despite an almost shyness to his steps, there’s a confidence there too, one that seems to grow while he draws closer. Until finally, he hovers above you, lips curled into a small smile. There’s a pause, just long enough for him to lean down and hand you a cup before he points at the spot next to you. “Is this seat free?”

“Reserved for my soulmate.” Your smile is turning into a grin, while he moves to sit next to you. That soft feeling only grows when you catch his gaze and you see the warmth and similar giddiness in it. You take a sip from the cup, just water, to try and calm yourself but it’s hard not to feel so happy. 

“I’m sorry I could not come sooner.” He relaxes into the chair, sinking in. His own sip is taken before he shifts in it so he can face you more. “The show must go on.”

“It must.” You agree, relaxing in your own seat. “Where are you headed next?” 

“Home, this was the last show of our tour tonight.” One eyebrow raises, though you can barely tell beneath the makeup. “I’m guessing you’re not a big fan of our group.”

You can hear the mirth in your own voice, that moves into his eyes while you speak. “Not until tonight.” 

When he smiles again, a wider curl of his lips, you realize you will never tire of it. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you stretch your fingers out on the armrest. His eyes glance down at it, before raising to meet your own again. Slowly his hand outstretches, tentative but there’s a firmness in his gaze that lets you feel safe to slide your fingers against his own. 

There’s a sigh from both of you at the first touch. Though his fingers are covered, there’s a heat that spreads through your hand, up into your bones. it isn’t long before you’re shoulder to shoulder, nearly cuddling if not for the armrest between you. But it’s nice like this you think, moving to rest your head against his and he returns the notion with full affection. 

No fear, because you both simply know. Because this that should be so complicated is wonderfully simple because you both know and you both do not even attempt to deny it. A seed planted that is already beginning to sprout, to bloom into something much larger. 

And it’s with those thoughts that you realize you should ask something that you should’ve brought up right when he sat next to you. “Papa?” You ask tentatively, and he gives a light squeeze to your hand. “Is that your name or your title?” 

“Both.” He says after a moment of thought, his fingers twitching before he draws them back to lace with your own. “But you may also know me as Copia. It was my name before I became Papa.”

“Copia.” You let it roll off your tongue, tasting it for the first time. When he asks the question in return, you answer truthfully and easily.

He tests it out too with a smile before he sighs. “I will not ask you to come home with me, cara. That may be too soon.” You would if he asked, so you’re a mixture of relief and disappointment that he doesn’t. His fingers squeeze, keeping your own locked with his.“But, may I have your company until we have to part?” 

You raise his hand. In one of the earlier songs, he had serenaded and kissed the hand of a person in the crowd. Now you raise his and brush your lips along the leather-clad knuckles, in a soft amount of pressure that you hope lingers for a while. “As long as we have.”

By the time he’s supposed to leave, twelve hours from now, you will still be holding his hand while he calls to extend his stay by another week. He squeezes your hand and kisses your forehead when you extend your own trip shortly after his call.

With him at your side, everything became far more simple. And it would continue to be simple for years to come.

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Hi there! Thank you for reading this fic. I'd love to hear thoughts on this given it's my first copia fic, so please reply/reblog what you think!

Also my askbox is open to requests for him while I get used to writing about him. Can be SFW or NSFW.

Thank you again for reading and hope you have a lovely day! ❤️🥰

[koreposion]

Horror wants to keep a Sans and Nightmare offers them both a deal.

"Him being cute isn't the only reason why you want him." Nightmare stated while pointing at the tied up Sans on the ground, "Does he know that?"

"Yeah...sort of, he knows he'll go through training and it'll be brutal." Horror said as he picked up the Sans and untied him. He couldn't leave the castle even if he tried so him escaping wasn't a worry.

Nightmare rubbed at his temples, leaning back in his office chair. Like always he was dressed comfortably even if there was company. After a few seconds he relented, Horror's puppy eyes were getting to him.

"Fine, then you can keep him but I will have to talk to him about my original plan. I'm still going to follow through on it despite this new found relationship." Nightmare motioned for Sans to step forward, "Luckily for you, Horror may have just saved your life given your view on my ideas."

Sans walked forward nervously, he hadn't been expecting to met a God. When he had first met Horror he thought he would ended up slaughtered. Not that it would have been a bad thing to go out that way but he didn't plan to get this far.

Nightmare stood and leaned over his desk as he stared into the smaller form of a skeleton, "Me and Dream will be using your AU for a new playground of sorts." He said matter-of-factly.

"Err....okay? So what's my role in that?" Sans asked while tilting his head as he stared up at Nightmare, the imposing force shaking his will "Would it even matter if I protested?"

"No it wouldn't have mattered, I don't want you to interfere and I would have just...." Nightmare stopped himself from finishing his sentence and chuckled like he was waisting words, "Nevermind that, so now I offer you this because it will be the only control you will have over your situation."

"Anything is better than nothing?" Sans shrugged as he listened, hopeful that it wasn't something too absurd.

"You will become Horror's pet and train under him. In turn your loved ones will be protected from the meddlings of me and my brother." Nightmare offered, placing a claw on Sans' forehead after noticing his discomfort. It would be easier for him to make a choice if his mind wasn't so riddled with 'worries'.

"What exactly do you mean by 'meddlings'?" He asked as he felt the prick of the claw, he did not draw blood. His form still mostly magic as he had not spent a lot of time on his surface. This did not go unnoticed by Horror, he made a note in a small book.

"We're just going to drive them mad and have a fun little religious war about it." Nightmare chuckled, drawing emotions from Sans as he was given time to think about it. While he could have just forced the monster to say yes there was no fun in that.

Sans thought about it, not noticing that he wasn't overthinking it as he usually did. It was the only way he could protect everyone he cared about in the underground. Sure the number was few but just giving himself up wouldn't be so bad... It's not like whatever Horror is going to put him through is going to change him much.

"That's funny..." Horror murmured to what seemed like no one. Muffled laughter came from nowhere but it may have been imagined.

Sans thought about it for a moment longer. Give his life up to a total goth hottie and save his love ones in the process? That was the best thing he would get out of this. He did come to a realization, "Am I going to be protected from the madness?"

Nightmare was surprised by the question and bursted into laughter. He was so tickled by a foolish question, he thought it was clear what was going to happen. When he stopped laughing he found a face of shock staring at him.

"I don't know if you noticed but just because your loved ones will be protected doesn't mean you will." He cleared his throat and pulled his claw away from the Sans' forehead, "After all most of your time here and that wouldn't leave anyone sane."

"It'll be okay though, I promise that it won't be as bad as it could be." Horror placed a hand on Sans' shoulder and gave him a soft smile, "Plus once you get used to it all it becomes normal."

Sans stared into Horror's eyes, his empty and bright socket. This situation wasn't a total loss and was better than him being twisted outright by the God before him. If anything this was a blessing that he should take but some unknown part of him worried. He barely could keep himself together most days, how was Horror supposed to do that and make sure he doesn't completely lose his mind to magic?

His hesitation was obvious to Horror, it was familiar. He had felt the same way when he starts working for Nightmare. However everything had turned out better than when he first started, it would be the same for Sans. Horror gave Sans a reassuring hug, patting him on the skull.

"It'll be okay, just take the deal and everything will be handled." Horror's words were soft and sweet as he felt Sans' return the hug.

"...I guess I don't have anything to really lose..." Sans accepted, pulling away from the hug before facing Nightmare. He held out his hand with a wavering smile, "I'll take you up on that deal."

As Nightmare's hand clasped his he could feel liquid ice shoot through his bones. He would have screamed if it weren't for the fact that he was frozen in place by fear. His body shuttered- the breath leaving him being visible in the air. It wasn't possible that he hadn't noticed this chill before.

He felt himself be pushed into Horror's arms. His body feeling heavy and frosted over by magic. To stunned to move he watched as Nightmare and Horror had a short conversation. Horror listened and nodded along to Nightmare's words as he was receiving orders.

Sans' eyes started to close a sudden wave of tiredness hitting him. He didn't fight to stay awake and let the darkness take him for the first time in weeks. Welcoming rest and leaving everything up to Horror to deal with.

[miscellaneoussmp]

This idea came to me in a dream, so I hope this is good. Anyway, here's Cellbit finding a missing poster:

Cellbit had decided to investigate one of the abandoned Federation buildings, wanting to see if it held any answers. He doubts it, but some clues are better than none. There's a desk with papers and a computer, this building seems to he nothing more than an office. He takes pictures of the desk and anything he thinks might be important later. The power in the building flickers occasionally, but it doesn't bother him much as he looks through the papers on the desk. All of them seem to be relatively normal paperwork, except two papers catch Cellbit's eyes. The lights flicker again before he can get a good look.

It takes him a minute longer than it should for him to realize he was looking at missing posters. Written on one of the posters in pen was a password, assumably for the computer in the room. As Cellbit was taking pictures of the posters, his blood ran cold as he realized who the posters were for. One of them featured a younger version of him and what looked to be a young version of Bagi. Neither featured a name, only a photo, a description, and a paragraph begging for help in finding them. It was written in Portuguese. Cellbit starts to feel a bit dizzy as this sudden revelation that he went missing at some point in his life. He shakes his head to ground himself. He has work to do.

As Cellbit has a finger on the computer's power button, he prays that it'll turn on. Thankfully, it does. It asks for a password, and Cellbit uses the one on his missing poster. There's a chat in front of him. He scrolls up, hoping to find the start of the conversation.

[Redacted]: They're the perfect candidates; twins.

[Redacted]: Shouldn't we talk in the Main Channel?

[Redacted]: It should be fine.

[Redacted]: Whatever you say. Where you'd find these two anyway? There's no names associated with anything you'd sent me.

[Redacted]: That's the point. They're nameless, easy to make disappear. They've already done it once. Currently, they're being held by their country's justice system.

[Redacted]: Why?

[Redacted]: One's a serial killer. The other, she was accessory in all of it plus a list of smaller crimes.

[Redacted]: And you want them here? Can't you find an easier set of twins to access?

[Redacted]: Like I said, they're easy to make disappear. Their criminal records make that even easier. Nobody will miss them.

[Redacted]: The missing posters you sent me say otherwise, but alright. Let's get the sister here first. Say this is some type of rehabilitation center. We'll get the brother later.

[Redacted]: On it.

Cellbit tried taking pictures of all the chat, hoping that the words were readable. Though his thoughts were elsewhere while he was reading. Suddenly a memory he didn't even know he had made sense. In some old gas station bathroom, he can't remember why he was there in the first place. He had been washing his hands when an older man came up to the sink. The man had looked surprised when he saw Cellbit. He had said something about Cellbit, nameless at the time, being 'the kid from the posters'. He remembers running out of the bathroom quickly, not wanting to be caught then and there. Cellbit, now, realizes that man might have been talking about the missing posters. He holds both posters. Evidence.

The chat continued, and Cellbit continued to take photos. This time it seems more recent.

[Redacted]: This channel is old. I'm surprised it's still archived.

[Redacted]: Anyway, #0001, henceforth known as Bagi, managed to find a way off the island around five to six years ago now. We have classified her as Missing/Uncertain.

[Redacted]: We have managed to bring Bagi's twin counterpart, henceforth known as Cellbit, to the island just as planned originally. He is just as difficult as previously assumed.

[Redacted]: We are working on bringing Bagi back to the island, but it is difficult to track her down again.

Cellbit's blood still ran cold within his veins. Him ending up here was planned this whole time? It wasn't some accident on his part getting too into an investigation on a docked cargo ship. This has been planned for years. Maybe knowing this is key to getting off the island? Bagi did it once. Maybe she could do it again, with everyone in tow this time. He slides the posters into the album with the pictures. Cellbit tries to ignore the feeling of being watched as he gets out of there. He came here for clues and left with more questions, as is the nature of the island.

[sobbingdistantnoises]

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SKY SKY, HI <3

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

HM, I had to think for this one, but probably hanahaki sickness stuff. I don't think I've ever read one of these where I found it memorable and enjoyable, and especially when they have happy endings, it just seems a bit silly to me that one of the people involved is like...deathly sick before they decide to confess. Not for me

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

I do think it'll be cool to turn storytelling into a career one day, but I don't think writing itself is the way for me. It's fun, but there are SO many ways that I want to be able to tell stories in (notably. GAMES), and I think writing by itself is a tad limited for my purposes. Plus I do not write nearly enough to make it a career </3

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

This DEPENDS HEAVILY on criteria.

Sid Is Dead And Cupcake Killed Him. Paul McCartney of the Beatles murders Sid Vicious! Johnny Rotten is framed for Sid's death because he discovers that he can talk to ghost!Sid while Sid is near his corpse and thus carries it from town to town as they try to figure out what the frick happened! They meet Paul McCartney on some random intersection! Find out what happens possibly never because the last thing I wrote was them taking an ILLEGAL LEFT TURN, which I now realize is extremely dangerous, but when I wrote that, I did not know how to drive!

But even knowing that, he never expected to be framed for Sid Vicious’—his bandmate and best friend’s—murder. What he expected even less was to be able to see and speak to Sid’s ghost, because, hello? that’s not normal, and what was even less normal than even that was to be required to be in the vicinity of Sid’s corpse to do so and therefore end up, with Sid’s enthusiastic consent, escaping from the law who came to arrest Johnny with his friend’s corpse in tow. In all fairness, he could see why the officials thought he was guilty.

4AM Ramones Cult. Message sent at 4:02am in my private server containing the satanic summoning of the Ramones (or just Dee Dee, who says goodnight to the first person narrator who I think was me in a disguise). I told him I liked his hair.

You know, I really need to work on how I act when tired. It's not professional, and it would probably get me taken to several professionals if word got out.

Volcano Sacrifice Ramones Fic. There is planned out logic for bacteria in this one somewhere! The Ramones don't know each other but are deemed "saviors" by the local cult. They get sacrificed to volcano. Everything inside volcano underworld is based off of the Ramones' music in a meta-way, not necessarily known by Ramones. The first area they end up in is jungle train place based off their album for Subterranean Jungle. They have to start the train on the tracks as if it's the game Siberia! The jungle is on an infinite loop on the inside with wall boundaries that are a plus sign so that you can't even go straight forever.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

YES INDEED, I am constantly listening to music forever <3 Currently, obsession is Doom music, both original games and modern :D I'm currently actually listening to Mick Gordon's Vega Core (modern doom), which OHHHH, I love, Mick Gordon is a god <3

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I pretty much NEVER have a proper outline, so pants it is by default! I always sort of want to have an outline so that I can finish a longer thing some day, but I've yet to find motivation to do that

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I do not really have readers for most of my things since I don't publish the vast majority of what I write, so not really? I will indeed likely do many mean things when it comes time for me to run the mafia game(s) I am in the midst of planning though. Returning to my roots of writing out the brutal murders of my friends! <- command game murders

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

GHOSTS AND STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS MY BELOVED. ALSO PEOPLE BEING SAD BUT I IMAGINE THAT'S MOST PEOPLE :D

GHOSTS, I have so much to say on that. Like...probably most of the stories I've actually been invested in for a while involved ghosts, and AHHHH, I love doing ghost logic because it's like, rules, but then you make the rules... <3

Stream of consciousness is a more recent thing I've put into my writing, but it's SO fun to do, and it's also EASY which is great. I get to give my little guys patterns of thought and think about how their thinking overlaps itself and eeee, it's so fun :)

Currently in the mafia game I'm in (Pumpkin Nights my beloved), I have a character named Ivory, and her thing when I roleplay her is that her thoughts are really...unevenly spaced? and it gets even more unstable when she's not well mentally (which she very much was not until this morning <3) She is also currently a ghost because she was executed (for killing people because her warrior cats book was messed with), so that ties in :D

(Did Ihurt...it...my...belovedyoudon't...deservethis...whyNebbie mistake...youresobloody...whereare...you?) (They...started ittheystartedittheir...fault it'stheir fault) (Emptyemptenter...tainmentarebooks...pl...ease...I want back...backbackback...they gave me...osomuchplease...I wasted...it...)

And then PEARL stream of consciousness. Basically, if you've heard of what Evolution SMP/Hermitcraft related/Grian related Watchers are, they were basically...sort of gods who are actually implied the viewers but people sort of leave that last part out a lot because of what it's been turned into by fanon. Essentially, I have very differing headcanons from most of fanon, and in there Pearl(escentmoon) was a Watcher during the start of Evo that was cast down because she got too attached to doing "player stuff" and stopped acting according to Watcher principals (which are actually fairly justified in a POV, I disagree HEAVILY with "Watchers are bad" most of the time). She has a lot of repetition and parallel structure in her SoC thoughts alongside an mostly-lack of punctuation and stopping because a lot of her thing is that her views on stuff are, say, very difficult to change. She believes, and she believes heavily (the Watchers are fair). I also use the same italics and brackets for her thoughts as I do for some early exposition stuff that references her in third person which I think is neat

(I was a good Watcher I helped I built I made ou all them all angels I gifted I loved I punished forgave guided loved loved loved I loved them I love you please keep me with you I love you I love you I love you) (Grian? Grian Grian it's Grian he's here he's next to me) (They decided for me I love you I love you please take me back) (Angels angels I built you all angels)

ONE MORE THING FOR THIS QUESTION. THE DOOM PLAYER. This is a little fella who is part oc, part canon, part rpf of everybody who has ever played Doom. Basically, the premise is "what if the character you play is real" except they weren't aware of their consciousness 2 seconds ago, still adhere to video game logic except they're irl now but in the game's version of irl, and now they get to have a crisis. It's like the opposite of those fics that make poorly planned canon believable. There's rules, just strange rules, and now the 2 sets of rules get to fight. What I try for the Doom Player's thoughts is a lot of inconsistency. Their thoughts are in both 3rd person and in first, and a lot of sentences overlap and become mixed together

(The pain the pain the pain it's everywhere everything's ending they're dying they're all dying at once) (I’m one I’m whole feel quiet do more think think don’t move don’t alert what happened a bug maybe weird bug never happened WHO before AM I remember lots I want to go back no intermission why not it’s a bug but why how did it happen it was normal this isn’t how am I thinking WHO AM I thinking can think but never as one though I remember so much never like this bugs head so full too much think help ing don’t move okay WHO AM I feel weird can feel taking damage I think full health never felt pain WHO bug AM I can think) (Deep in the code deep out of the code there is no code why can I breath think WHO AM I ing I can't think think breathe think what is thinking so scared what is scared not breathing?)

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

There are 2 types of funnies in my writing. Intentional and "HELP"

Ghost Clive. I wanna redo this fic but make it better because I actually really like the concept of the Iron Maiden guys hanging out together dead but don't like where the idea came from anymore and am more interested in the concept of Eddie doing a thing. The following may be scrapped because I don't think the way I portrayed Clive is all that great, but I do think it's funny to read

"No!" Clive flinched at the raise in volume, "You're sitting a few meters away from your fucking dead body while your former bandmate—who's been dead for a year!—is talking to you! Are we on tour?!" "Um...probably not." Clive decided with a shake of his head. The other person let out an exasperated sigh, "Good god, Clive. I'm glad you finally noticed." Clive nodded seriously, "Me too."

Ghost Cliff.

"Then- how..?" Jason vaguely gestured his hand at Cliff's ghostly figure, unable to find the proper words to describe what he meant. "No idea, man. Guess this is the afterlife or whatever." Cliff shrugged, "Got to say though, you're the first person who's shown any signs of seeing me." "Wait, really?" Jason's eyebrows raised, surprised, "Just me?" "Yep." "Is that why you're...here now, I'm guessing?" Cliff snorted, "No, that's because I follow random guys to their hotel rooms all the time. It's a hobby of mine." "Ah, that explains it." Jason shook his head, a smile tugging itself onto his face despite the absurdity of the situation.

Frantic Fanfic. The best my writing has ever been.

JOTARO TOOK A MOMENT TO THINK, ADJUSTING THE DUCK EATING HIS HEAD AT ALL TIMES (HIS HAT).

"WOW!" SAID FIRESTAR AS HE ENTERED THE SUSPICIOUS PREMISES OF THE GROCERY STORE. HE WAS DAZZLED BY WALLMART. IT WAS SIMPLY INCREDIBLE. H

WALTER THEN WALKED TO HIS KITCHEN, DEEP IN THOUGHT. HOWEVER, AS HE WAS "THINKING", HE SLIPPED ON A PUDDLE OF BLOOD LEFT OVER FROM LAST NIGHT AND FELL. AMNESIA. :(

"SAAAAAAANS!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" HE CRIED IN A FONT THAT WASN'T COMIC SANS, BECAUSE SANS WAS DEAD.

I've written more in this ask than I did for my writing recently. Ooooops. Thank you for the ask <3

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

The Limitless Podcast Transcript [S2E10]

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Release Date: August X, 2021 Episode Title: The Beginning of a New Chapter Run Time: 24:56 Minutes

Intro Song: Study Morning - Study + Chill Lofi

Mark: Hello, everyone! And welcome to the tenth and final episode of Season 2 of the Limitless Podcast. Are you all excited?

Johnny: We know, we know, we're going to miss you all too, but we have a lot of stuff planned for season 3!

Mark: That's right! Holy shit, you should see out desks at home, it's a whole mess it's embarrassing but, good news, we already have all of season 3's topics picked out and outlined so it'll be like we never even left.

Johnny: Yup, we're also still working on trying to get season 1 back from the void, but it's taking a lot longer than we thought. Turns out that literally nowhere archives these things so we're a little dejected, but it's okay. A lot of season 3's topics are callbacks to season 1.

Mark: Yeah, it's mostly because nearly all the topics we covered have since been updated, and that's kinda true for this season too.

Johnny: Oh, hell, I didn't even think of it that way, you're right, Mark. The news segment of this episode is going to run by pretty quickly.

Mark: Alright! News segment speed run! First of all we are seeing a mass of reemergence of vigilantes all over the place, not just in our country! It seems that the new team-up of vigilantes has inspired both new and old names to join the fray once again. Just yesterday we saw Phantom return to London to stop what would have been the biggest museum heist in history!

Johnny: Yeah, but then he took the gem the original thieves wanted.

Mark: He literally outdid the doers! Like, at that rate I would've just let him take it too, not gonna lie.

Johnny: Nah, you're right, Phantom's "anti" heist was just so well done that so many people applauded it.

Mark: For real, it was trending on TikTok for a while and you know what? Deserved. It was so cool to hear him break it down.

Johnny: Speaking of TikTok, actually, it's kind of interesting how this new wave of vigilantism has really pushed some people into the social media stage. Like Radiohead, for example, has started using Instagram a lot more.

Mark: Do you think it's like a debate, though? Like the vigilantes who only do good deeds on camera versus the ones who have no social media presence?

Johnny: Oh, definitely. I'm sure that there's probably some tension among old versus new vigilantes too, or at least I wouldn't be surprised if there was.

Mark: I can see the whole 'Golden Age' before the ban and 'Silver Age' post-ban arguments too, I've already seen a couple on Twitter and some of the arguments get so heated.

Johnny: The whole fanbase surrounding certain vigilantes is interesting in and of itself, I don't really want to call it a cult following, but it's interesting how certain vigilantes become these icons.

Mark: I mean, iconism of anything is kinda... dangerous, right?

Johnny: Always. But in cases where it's done right, see Aegis, they can become certain symbols of hope that people look to.

Mark: Not to play that card, but Aegis had a pretty hard fall from grace too when they became the Blackguard.

Johnny: But that is a topic we delve into more in season 3! You all better pull up to that, I think I'd go crazy if I saw the new season having the same ratings as this one.

Mark: Dude I'm just going crazy period, I never would have expected this podcast to blow up at all but here we are, corrected.

Johnny: Absolute insanity. We are so grateful for you guys that I don't even know where to start!

Mark: Ditto, I know you all were expecting some crazy topic about vigilantes that we delve into but really this episode is for all of you! If you remember our Twitter post after last episode, we asked you all to send in your most pressing questions and we picked a couple to answer.

Johnny: Yes, yes, and real quick we are definitely going to talk vigilantes! We haven't forgotten our roots! But this is a celebration episode for all of us and especially for all of you! And with that said... Drum roll please, Mark!

Mark: [Drums on the table TN: Please excuse the feedback] This is gonna be good.

Johnny: A word from our sponsors: Us! Our patreon is booming and I cannot thank you all enough! For those watching the livestream, you've probably noticed the new equipment on our tables here in addition to the huge bump in quality of the video feed. Thanks to all of your generous support we are finally able to support ourselves and this podcast! We will keep delivering you all the quality you deserve and we hope that you continue to support us in the future! So, with that, onto the special episode of the Limitless Podcast!

Shotaro: I think that's my cue to step in! You two ready for the first question?

Johnny: Hit us, Taro.

Shotaro: Okay! From user LandBeforetheTimes this is a question for both of you: Which episode from season 2 is your favorite and why?

Johnny: For me it was definitely the episode on Cypher and Cheshire, I've always been a huge fan of Cypher since the day they started being active and I'm still following their work.

Mark: Wait, wait, would you argue that Cypher spearheaded the vigilantes on social media movement?

Johnny: Ugh, the audacity! Cypher didn't just spearhead it, they perfected it.

Shotaro: Actually, if I may step in-

Johnny: You may.

Mark: Shoot.

Shotaro: I think I'd argue that Cypher isn't on social media at all. Sure, they hijack social media, they've even hijacked this podcast before-

Johnny: I think I cried tears of joy that day-

Mark: You did, there are clips of it floating around.

Shotaro: But Cypher isn't following the usual MO of social media vigilantes. They don't "consistently" upload, for one, and for two Cypher has never revealed even a silhouette of who they are. There's absolutely no presence that they even exist.

Johnny: The perfect status for a hacker, in my opinion.

Shotaro: Exactly. But what about you Mark, favorite episode?

Mark: Oh, the Aces! I've always been a huge fan of them since they were an underdog team.

Johnny: Damn, that's right! I completely forgot they weren't that big when they started.

Mark: Yeah, they were easily outshone by the other already existing groups. I think it was their showdown with Alis that really solidified them on the playing field.

Johnny: Or should you say... playing table? [Laughs]

Mark: Oh, ha ha, very funny, I see what you did there.

Johnny: Wait but how did you feel about them disbanding? Just curious, I don't think we ever talked about it.

Mark: Heartbroken, obviously. But to be exact about it they never really disbanded, they kind of just... uh... fell apart, I guess. After what happened to Hearts and Diamonds I get why though.

Johnny: I think that was really one of the first actual "tragedies" that happened to vigilantes, I think things got a little more real after Diamonds passed away.

Mark: Yeah, exactly. A lot of vigilantes I think dropped out of the business once the details got released. I know Zero, Superhuman, and Sogdo for sure announced that they were done.

Johnny: Whoa, I haven't heard those names in a while! Actually, on the topic of Superhuman and Sogdo, I know next season we're going to talk a lot about vigilantes like them.

Mark: Oh yeah! Honestly, I know I shouldn't say it but it's kind of cool how certain people will take what would have been an unfortunate accident and turned it into a way to help out those in need.

Johnny: That's what I was thinking. The sudden emergence of vigilantes with, like, actual "superpowers" is another growing movement that I heard is pretty loaded in online communities.

Mark: Right, the whole "who does it better" argument, I feel like that's never going to go away though.

Johnny: Very true, but, let's try to get more questions in for today's episode. Shotaro, fire away!

Shotaro: Yessir! So up next is from Twitter user TheGrimDoggo! They ask: "If you could interview any of the season 2 vigilantes without any consequence, who would it be and why?"

Mark: Easy! I would... wait, actually? Let me think about that.

Johnny: I thought you said you liked the Aces!

Mark: I do! I do, but you know what they say, "Never meet your heroes."

Johnny: I mean from what I heard if you're innocent the Aces were very careful around you

Mark: Yeah, but then you hear about what happened to the people they beat the shit out of and you're like "damn."

Johnny: Damn? Damn? [Laughs]

Shotaro: [Also Laughing]

Mark: What? [Laughs]

Johnny: Dude, haven't you seen that one documentary about people who were beaten up by vigilantes? The dude who Diamonds punched has a permanently shifted jaw, that's like... horrible.

Mark: Oh... damn.

Johnny: [Laughing] Dude!

Mark: Sorry, sorry, that was insensitive I know, let's just do the last question, yeah?

Johnny: Last...? Oh, shit, we've been going on for a while now, huh? Okay, Taro, hit us!

Shotaro: Sure, so this last one is from the Twitter user GlitchedMask and says "hi! i've been a huge fan of the LP since it was still just a Twitter account! anyway for my question, hypothetically, if you could get it back, where would you like to have season 1?"

Mark: Whoa, they're like a super OG fan of ours then!

Johnny: For those of you who don't know, for the longest time the Limitless Podcast was actually just a blog on Twitter, and back then we were just called 'Limitless.'

Mark: Yeah, even the first episode of the podcast was supposed to be just that. One of the vigilantes we wanted to cover had so much going on with them that we found it easier to just, like, talk about it.

Johnny: Exactly. And then it kind of stuck, a lot of our followers loved the idea so we kept doing it and, badaboom badabang, the Limitless Podcast was born!

Mark: And we are so glad you all love it! But to answer the question, obviously, we'd like to have it on all our platforms, ya know? Patreon, Spotify, Podcasts, and etc.

Johnny: Yup, it would be nice to have it back, but we know it's been, like, permanently removed. That's on us though for not backing up our data.

Mark: Still sucks, though.

Johnny: Oh, yeah, it sucks ass.

Mark: All good though! But, for now at least, that's all the time we have today! As always, thank you all for listening or watching, we will always appreciate your viewership and support.

Johnny: And just to go through the checklist, subscribe to our Patreon! Follow us on Twitter, check out our Carrd, and- Oh yeah! Buy Crys a kofi! She's back from her bender.

[TN: Drink responsibly, kids.]

Mark: Love her for that.

Johnny: We'll see you guys in the next season!

Mark: Until- Why's the monitor doing that?

Johnny: Doing what?

Shotaro: Uh... it's frozen.

Johnny: Huh?! No, nah, don't tell me we have to rerecord.

Shotaro: No, it's just frozen and- Aw man the mics are out too!

[TN: From here on out their mics are shut off so their voices are a little muffled but I'll do my best!]

Johnny: Uh, try troubleshooting real quick, are we still live?

Shotaro: Yes, sir. But the streams frozen for them too. They can hear us though.

Johnny: Got it, not to worry everyone! We'll fix this in a second.

Mark: Hey! The monitor stopped frizzing out, looks like the picture is coming back.

Cypher: [TN: Ohmygodohmygodohmygod] Hello, this is Cypher, I am hijacking this feed from a further area. I love this podcast, so I decided to show my love by recovering Season 1. I will send the file over to both of these lovely hosts and, until then, I cannot wait for season 3. Please talk about me nicely. I'll do the honors of ending the stream for you all.

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[greenhikingboots]

Hey, for the bts of Fic Writing : 4 10 12 15 17. Thanks and Happy New Year🥰❤️

LOULA! Thanks for playing along. I'm so flattered you care to know. Here are my lengthy answers because I do not know how to be concise.

4. Do you outline before you start writing? If so, how far do you stray from that outline? I outline but I stray A LOT. Wait, let me explain that more accurately. It’s more like a continuous cycle of outline, write and stray, publish a chapter, re-outline the next few chapters, write and stray again — and on and on like that. Usually the straying happens because I can’t commit to secret pining as long as originally intended. Like, I give in and let my characters reveal some feelings too soon, then I have to figure out how to make the later plot points I have planned fit into a different emotional context. Which sometimes means changing the plot points. And then! Because the other changes that have occurred, I often feel as though I can no longer include some gut-wrenching conflict I had planned. I'm like, “They've come too far for that buffoonery now." So I have to soften the blow instead. Basically, I’m not as good at letting my characters suffer as I’m “supposed" to be according to typical writing advice. But that’s when I remind myself it’s fanfiction and I'm here to have fun! So it's all good. ❤ 10. Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot, the most? That’s a question for me. I think I’m pickiest about dialogue because I value it the most. I mean, these are romance stories I'm writing, right? And people fall in love by connecting emotionally which happens in large part through dialogue, right? That’s how I see it anyway. So it’s a double-edged sword. Dialogue is the part I like least because I put pressure on myself and then overthink it. But it's also the part I like best because it’s so important and feels SO GOOD when it turns out well. Plus I just LOVE making Jon say romantic things to Sansa — in both understated and over the top ways. It's my favorite thing ever. BUT! I’ll also add that I have some stretches of exposition I’m really proud of. In Chapter 1 of Inevitable I did a big background information dump right away, which (to bring up typical writing advice again) is a no no, right? But I don’t care. I think the whole chapter flows really well and it sets up Jon’s characterization perfectly. AND! Him thinking he can never be as good as Ned or offer Sansa a relationship as good as her parents is the whole crux of the story dammit! And it’s all subtly included right there in Chapter 1. Hell, it’s all right there in the first sentence! And I’m proud of that. 🤪 12. Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to? I had a S7/8 Fix It Fic that I took down while it was still a WIP. I re-worked and re-published the first half, ending it in a happy but intentionally ambiguous way. Mighty Love & Better Dreams — one of my less popular works, about 25k words if anyone is interested. But anyway, I’ve got another 12,000 words or so left — the second half of the incomple version I took down — that I’d still like to clean up and get back on AO3 someday. To finish it, I have to lean further into Political!Jon and Dark!Dany than I’ve done before, which I find intimidating (especially writing Dark!Dany. I agree that's how it'll go in the books, but how do I write it!? Someone help!) But like I said, I’ve got about 12,000 words already and a lot of it I really like. So it would be a shame to waste it, so to speak, by never finishing. So that’s my answer: Fix It trope featuring Political!Jon and Dark!Dany. 👀 15. A Hollywood producer tells you that they want to film just one of your fics? Which fic would you want it to be?

Sorry, this answer might not be fun because it isn’t a Jonsa fic. Also I'm going to cheat and say I want it to be a TV show not a film. No that that's out of the way... I have a Dramione story I took down quite a while ago, Between the Lines, because I want to eventually rework it and republish it. It’s got the makings to be a 300k word epic told in a non-linear way (which is an idea I revisited recently when I wrote A Good Chance) and a teen ensemble cast type thing, which is popular on TV, right? Also... okay I’ll admit it, I daydream about changing that fic enough you can no longer recognize it as fanfiction. Then I could publish it as a traditional, original book (slim chance but that's why I called it a daydream).

I’m pretty over Dramione though, so maybe if I started thinking of it as a Jonsa AU it’d be easier to to craft it into something new but with some of the important plot points I still like. Maybe?

Woof. Really letting my true self show here. How embarrassing! ☠

17. What fic are you most proud of?A Boy in His Cups might still be my favorite fic I’ve ever written — my first Jonsa one-shot. IMO, the emotional beats are a tiny bit rocky towards the end, but otherwise it’s a very polished fic (maybe because I’ve gone back and edited it so many times.)

It’s Jon’s POV with pining and angst and fluff and confession of feelings and it fits so well with canon concepts. So bascailly all of my favorite things rolled into one. I am the target audience and I just love it!! Maybe someday I’ll write a sequel from Sansa’s POV and call it A Girl in Her Cups. 💋 Holy cow! That's a lot of words. Did you even read it all? Won't blame you at all if not. Thanks again for the ask, Loula. You're a gem. XO.

[sonicasura]

You don't say? Honestly, it wouldn't be a surprise if the folks who make the Resident Evil games makes a new villian sole based on No 9. That kaiju would perfectly fit into that type of game.

And you are saddly correct that front on just how much of a bigger problem No 9 will be here. My friend has told me that due how he has made his au, some of the canon events takes longer to happen since No 9 is fully distracted with how Kafka came to be. Not to mention how Bakko is basically a successor to the projects second go.

Theres too much interesting stuff to learn, and neither 9 nor that Meireki kaiju want to miss it. So they don't mind putting a pause on their world domination plans. For now.

Too bad for both kaijus they are about to learn that Kafka is not only a 9.8 fortitude kaiju build to kill other kaijus. But has many other tricks that is ready to give them a bad time.

Kafka also becomes a bit of a translator for Bakko. Turns out while the big cat isn't on the same level as Kafka, he still has some opinions and now has the means to say them to everyones face.

And Kafka does infact prefers to walk on all four. Though he finds walking on two is sometimes the better option. But from what I understand, this new hight is a necessary thing as it allows Kafka to both have a bipedal and quadrupedal form without issue.

And since Kafka takes a form thats very similare to that of a Lunagaron, at least in the aspect of being able to change form, its no wonder he is that big. You just need to add some lizard like features along side some of the canon feature of the original form to boot to get it right.

Or so he says anyways. I have a bit of a hard time seeing it to be honest even when he has shown me some drawing he has of the form. I think he is struggling a little with how he want Kafka to turely look honestly.

And its a shit show alright. Though which on is worse depends on how one see it. One thing is for sure though, things are about to get interesing for Kafka and Soshiro.

If they make a Resident Evil villain based on No.9 then expect it to be meme'd, lol. The franchise is already insane and there's a mold based contagion too. Wonder if Capcom would bring back those anime based skins like they did for Monster Hunter. 🤔

Kafka being the translator is both cute and funny. Bakko finally gets to make a valid point rather than just be part of the conversation. That tiger definitely has some things to say, lol.

Soshiro and Kafka are gonna be quite busy on both sides of things. No.9 being distracted is honestly a blessing with all things considered. The less he indulges in his usual plots, the more time the Defense Force has to handle things.

I think what your friend meant by height is the body structure. Dogs aren't built to stand on two legs for long as it'll damage their spines. Lunagaron was made with werewolf inspiration in mind which means their body frame is suitable for both styles of walking.

[roadkiii]

Entry 1.5.2-1 - Security System

Welcome to my blog. I’m not tagging anything but entry #, so sorry if my unrelated mess somehow ends up in your search.

I actually spent a bit longer in 1.4 before downloading the next update, so have these screenshots <3

church got demo'd because of the road, kinda sad since I wanted me first ever cake to stay on the world forever, but I'll make the cake my trophy for all advancements, that'll be my new PermaCake™

I also wanted to put my wool to use and flex a little bit

(also oh my god can we talk about the iron golem holding a rose? i miss this so much)

This is Baby Boy, my pokemon Go Best Buddy <3 I think he should be allowed to go ham in origin form even if Go disagrees. Eventually I want to remake it entirely out of like. obsidian and diamond blocks instead of the wool but for now I'll consider this my "wool" creation. I've added goals to construct statues of different materials of different pokemon that I love and possess/would like to possess. Added to my goals list.

Okay, now that I'm actually in 1.5, let me go to the nether to get some quartz, I haven't explored any farther than the two fortresses (i think it actually could be three) next to my portal so hopefully I won't have to go far.

Also, cool. my achievements reset again. Hopefully my advancements don't do that later on.

i'm turning on peaceful because its My World and i dont want to Stress.

had to use up a couple of stacks of blocks to cross a lava lake but i think i spy some newly generated chunks

I think I'll just grab a handful and head back.

Every gate that can have this does (so all but the southern one, which is open to water)

The maps are being weird but here's old

vs new, ft this guy

Most of my development has been within and around the walls, but I will eventually do more on those two southern maps.

Now that the gates are done (I didn't expect it to be difficult, this is just a redstone update) the real hard part is trying to minimize as many spawning locations as possible. It'll be like 10 updates until it takes LOW darkness to spawn hostile mobs, so I think I'll be fighting this for a while.

I'm going to limit it to a couple of layers of torches (in ground/camo'd) around the wall and farm, just far enough to keep them away from any villagers.

I think I've fully illuminated the area inside and around the village (maybe I should actually name this place, maybe that's a task for next update)

I've been bone mealing around the ground as well to conceal the light better.

I also have this little bridge area behind my garden heading toward the desert now.

Onward to 1.6!

The easiest goal will be to get one of each color block of terracotta, but I'm not going to a mesa biome for it. I'll just cook clay for it and dye to get some chests set up. In 1.8 I plan on making a statue with my colors, but I'll need time (and perhaps 1.8's duplication glitch) to get enough resources.

My harder goal will be to get two donkeys and two horses. I'll be constructing a stable for them, and there will also be space for llamas, though those won't be added yet.

next (1.6.4-1)

[f4nd0m-fun]

Is there a Ghost Alfred or are we running with the Gotham = Martha Pariah = Thomas and Clockwork = Alfred?

Also, WAY longer than it was supposed to be I need to go back to sleep.

Because I am CACKLING at Bruce not knowing he's basically the realms equivalent of a demigod until he does and somehow becomes the ancient of family (he's so confused, he didn't expect this). So he goes to see if Alfred is here and almost dies again from the shock of arriving at Long Now, where Clockwork makes him Ecto cookies with an otherwise familiar taste, and Batghost has to admit that no one makes them quite like Alfred so this has to be him.

Imagine him getting to see his mom again. She's certainly a little bit crazy and extra with all those curses on her but she's also doing tons better than Flashpoint, besides being dead.

And then he learns about his dad, how he broke when he lost his son and wife. He learns about the insanity and the imprisonment and all of that. But it's his Dad, he's Family, he needs Help. So Alfred, Martha, and Bruce go to The Keep. Batghost manages to figure out how to open it pretty quickly all things considered, and Clockwork and Gotham stand nearby at the ready. Clockwork prays this is the better timeline, but he's always had a harder time with the timelines of his family (which yes he accidentally claimed Daniel as such years ago).

Seeing his family standing there when he woke was enough to knock some sense into Pariah, but it'll probably be years if not decades or centuries before he's rehabilitated enough to be around mortals, although that's not much of an issue for Clock. And then he mentions Amity and his foolishness and Batghost, after making sure his dad will be fine, is off like a shadow, and Clockwork? Has been very very careful with time placement and everything, this will work out very well~

It's a few months, at least for mortals, by the time Batghost gets to show his own parents to his kids, both post-death adopted, the dead versions of his originals, and the living ones. Duke probably goes 'I KNEW there was something different about Alfred's aura, he hid it too well' and Clockwork just chuckles.

Pariah is working hard on helping the community and getting things started against the GIW among other things. They're not used to it but they're not complaining. Turns out, while Batman is the Ancient of Family and Obsession of Protection, Pariah is the Ancient of Darkness, mostly because of what happened to him, and Obsession of Family, not Power like they originally thought (obsessions can be twisted in moments of great emotion).

Imagine being a living Batkid, getting lost in bumfuck nowhere, and thinking you're in another world at first.

Maybe this is Tim, running away after Robin was taken, not knowing how he got here, planning to go find Bruce in Time. Running into Batghost, and thinking this is 'either the wrong dimension or I failed to bring Bruce back' before finding out this isn't His Batdad.

He gets to meet his grandparents though. That was crazy. Well, crazier? (Clockwork refused to show before Alfred dies but he left a medallion or something else for Tim to tinker with). Maybe Cardinal (in Christian mythology the Cardinal is a sign from our loved ones from heaven, I feel like by the time he dies Tim would be ready to accept a new moniker instead of trying to hold on to the past as vehemently as he has) would show up as well and just trill at him for a while.

Slowly, other Batkids find their way to Amity. Jason, after a particularly bad panic attack, kind of just drives off because the manor is too much. He gets into a wreck or something because he's still not thinking clearly but he's enough muscle that none of the other Batkids could easily stop him, and Bruce was on patrol at the time and 'there's no need to bother him'. Thankfully Jason is both liminal enough that he could be essentially summoned by the Ghost King, who did so as soon as he was told about it. Frostbite helped with the accident (thankfully his strength and liminality made it tons less severe than it could have been). Jason also learns that his Other soul split in two when it died, baby Jay Robin and Red Hood. (Or he drives into Amity of his own violation but still.)

Batghost sometimes talks about Terry but he's not alive in this dimension yet and he's not dying for a while in the original. Batboys get to hear stories though of those 10-20 years spent with him, and make jokes about even in his old age he was adopting left and right if he could. He still hasn't told him he's apparently a god of family, because that would cause an even bigger ruckus.

You know how most Ancients look even more Inhuman than the regular ghosts? That's why Bat and his Brood are Technically in their vigilante forms, but they've also been cryptid-fied, bird-ified in the kids' case, whereas Batghost has bat wings instead of a cape and very much looks the part. They can certainly attempt to look human, but they won't lose the cryptid features while they can change outfits. Also, Robin!Jay very much cycles his outfit appearance between those of his family. He certainly prefers his own and Dick's is a close second but he's the only Robin left of the group too, also 'Robin is magic and my family is magic so it's only right to show their greats too!'. Stephanie is in tears when she sees her counterpart carrying around Baby!Jay, who's currently mimicing her own Robin outfit because he's spending time with her. Dick may have brought the name, but Jason? He's right, Robin gave him magic.

Also, I've toyed with the idea for a while that only Ancients are strong enough to learn duplicattion but then I don't touch it because that means Vlad was or is going to become an ancient at some point. Anyway, what if GhostKids are like boosted ghosts and not ancients because their dad is an ancient but their original parents weren't? So they can't duplicate while their dad can. Or at least Not Very Well. If they can at least half get it, I bet Nightghost made a joke about going back to the circus when he tried, and one of the other kids goes 'Can't, dad lost the receipt'.

Damien's counterpart helped retrain Cujo for Danny's use.

... I don't know if you're a Brutalia/Brutalina fan or not but I had a funny/sad idea. Talia, being perfectly capable of overtaking the league and having had it for a while at this point, gets a notice that the 'Prince of the Pits' ('Alfred please don't make it more awkward than it is', 'Nonsense Bruce') is coming to check on her. She's confused but assumes it's the pits he's coming to look at not her. She doesn't expect it to be Bruce. A Bruce who lived a long life, went through many things, and is now young again. A Bruce who assumes Selina isn't joining him in the afterlife and is trying to be content about it since he can't access his old world anymore to check (Cats have nine lives and Clockwork is having fun making that cat very confused until it's the right time to move to the zone). Talia decides to seek out this Amity after being checked on, and both of them are content to stay friends. But, also? Seeing her little baby's ghost, and learnng the other Talia wasn't as good a mother? She's going to Mother as hard as she can, inadvertantly getting Bruce to slowly open up. The thing is, he loved her but not her actions, and cut off from her for the sake of Damien more than his own well-being afterhe deemed she failed as a mother. That was also a world in which Damien was a test tube baby, but this Talia gave birth herself and knows the strength and softness required as a mother.

Anyway, I like to think our Talia broke off from Bruce and Damien to protect them when she was overtaking the league, but just never got back into contact besides watching from afar and leaving notes. 'I hear you impressed the art teacher, I'm proud of you' 'Here's money to help hide that new pet of yours' 'I miss you {pet name in Arabic}'. But seeing this Bruce, his strength, getting to know him. She probably tries to reconnect with her Bruce. Or maybe she gets forced to accept that her pushing distance 90% of the time backfired in terms of showing her love.

But yeah, with Talia going there of course Damien is going next, it's pretty unusual. He doesn't expect to meet a grownup version of himself, let alone him going by a moniker that isn't Robin or Batman. I'm thinking Lark, there's Middle East versions and the lark is known for its mimicry in some places which Damien is great at voices. Or maybe he instead chooses something from the mythology his mother used to tell him, whatever myths those may be. But also, What if that pet name mentioned above was {little} Lark in Arabic?

Cardinal always meets his siblings' counterparts after a few days or a couple visits, even if his other siblings didn't show up in the meantime. He's always cared for others more than himself, and it shows by him often taking on a messenger role, like when Jason got hurt while he was visiting grandmother. Otherwise, he's often bothering Skulker or Technus, or helping Tucker with his tech.

Also, Clockwork and Fentons have friendly arguments of if cookies or fudge are better, especially the ones they make (they both agree that both Fenton Fudge and Penny Cookies are superior to other fudge and other cookies but no one will budge about if the F Fudge or P Cookies are better).

But Clockwork does know how to cook with Ectoplasm without turning things animate, so he teaches Jazz, and eventually teaches Jack and Maddie as well.

Also, Ghost Hood and Ghost Robin get to sit with Lancer and discuss books a lot. Sometimes Ghost Hood is even the substitute teacher.

Oracle/Ghost Eye(?) still likes to work in the library, flitting between Ghost Writer's and Amity's. And sure she has her leg use back mostly but she's so used to not using them she often defaults to floating with a tail because it just doesn't quite feel right to walk.

I think I'm running out of thoughts so I'm heading back to bed but...

Each Batkid is stronger at a different ghost ability. Cass/Blackbat/Shadow Ghost(?) definitely has invisibility down, Nightghost has that stretch morph stuff to avoid hits (basically very minor shapeshifting). Oracle is really good at possessing tech, Ghost Robin has flight while Ghost Hood probably has something to core element (either fire for him or he's a little like rogue minus death from x-men and can/has to borrow core stuff from other ghosts because the pits left his core underdeveloped/he gave most of it to Ghost Robin). I'm really not sure about the others though but maybe Intangibility or human possession for Ghost Lark?

Also they still have their actual vigilante names that's what they're using while dead But because they're from another universe... they basically get nicknamed so no one gets confused.

Thomas and the Yetis used to work together before he died, now that he's back to sanity he's helping again, he's a doctor and he's not going to stop helping because he a full ghost instead of a halfa now.

... Fright Knight is either Bruce's missing brother, Thomas Jr, or Flashpoint Batman Thomas.

Also, now that I'm awake, yes to all your points about the Kids teaching the Parkers as well.

You know what I need for a DCxDP crossover

Alternate timeline ghost/realms Batman who may or may not have become a god of family adopting the entirety of Amity Park. Like every single liminal or ghost, they're his kids now. Sure they have human parents in the living realm too, but they're all developing cores and need a realms parent too.

[dausy]

pattern art to get in the fall spirit and take up space while I do a life update. I've accomplished a few things, books, video games and then some life issues.

So easy stuff first I guess. I finished one of my goals of reading a Harry Potter book in spanish. I read the first book. It took me all year because it was a major brain fart/humbler. Reason why I chose HP was because its made for kids and it was familiar. I did NOT understand everything but luckily digital devices come equipped with a translation dictionary. About halfway through the book is when I had my first notebook with my art made. Whenever I get to book 2 my plan is to write down words that I had trouble with. There were 3 words in the first book that showed up frequently that kept confusing me but I didn't write them down haha. So I cant tell you.

I have a rant about another book I'm reading, Ill wait til I'm done

--games--

Secondly I finished playing Horizon Zero Dawn and Horizon Forbidden West back to back. That took me..ages..when I first turned on HFW I was like "oh..thats the map..this is tiny" and well somehow I put double the man hours into the sequel than the original game with the DLC. Think I finished HZD in 50 or 60 hours after completing everything that game had to offer. 100% completion. HFW Id been playing for 90 and I didn't complete everything and just kinda said "eff this" and finished it. I like open world games. I'd play a third game, probably wont get to a dlc I dont generally do those on purpose.

My issue is though is I still don't like the character designs. I think HZD was the superior game. I kind of like the doom and gloom apocalypse back story and I like the idea of our modern life being somebody elses ruins. I like that. But everything else, the over story, the character designs..its like putting a jak and daxter style design on a serious story of The Last of Us. It didn't go. We needed to either choose if we were being serious or not. The sequel I enjoyed the gameplay but I think it suffered from being a sequel. Its getting too big for its britches. I dont like the space stuff. I dont like the immortality stuff.

so not my favorite game of all time but I'd play another.

I was playing disney dreamlight but I think Ill move on here soon to Ooblets to fill in time.

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Lastly life.

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My grandma died. It was not unexpected especially after seeing her for the final time a few weeks ago and I could tell she wasn't going to make it much longer. The thing that kinda bothered me or reassured me the most is..atleast gramma wasn't aware of what was going on. She's told me to my face how much the death of her siblings years before traumatized her and how she's afraid of dying. Really afraid we're all going to hell. If she could see herself on her deathbed she would absolutely freak out.

seeing her at the viewing again, was kinda sad. She just looked uncomfortable. People say "atleast now they're at peace" nah, gramma looked just as uncomfortable as when I saw her the other weekend. Its amazing how my brain remembers her from a few years ago and that viewing-experience just did not look like the gramma that I knew.

its just another phase of life coming to an end.

we've had it rough this past year. Husband lost his dad, we lost our cat at the same time and I've lost 2 grandmothers.

My work called me off the entirety of last week so I havent worked in over a week. Todays my first day back and I was asked to come in late. So I'ma have like..no paycheck..but whatever I guess.

so anywho I havent managed to be creative. I did manage to draw a bit yesterday so I may paint something but I dont know think it'll meet any sort of standard or expectation.

[thespoonisvictory]

first anon in the "future talk" tag here (yes, i am still around haha) and wow, did my predictions hold up. it might be because i was here when MCYT originally went downhill in 2016-2017 too.

the dream smp is definitely dying. the most i could see is a small group banding together for one specific storyline (quackity, wilbur, tubbo, tommy, dream, etcetera) to wrap up, and maybe turn it into a "ooo maybe we'll do lore every once in a while as an epilogue oooo!" thing after an official "conclusion," but other than that.... yeah, it's dead

i agree with all of the "fandom won't die out takes." most of my friends have moved on from it, but they all still have some semblance of attachment and do still make content. i think after it "ends," theres going to be a few months where it's still sort-of big, and the ao3 tags are still gonna be flooded with 14-year-old's vent fics, then it'll die off and a few prominent artists, accounts, and fic authors will reign (mainly on tumblr, as twitter seems to have a much shorter attention span). i'll probably write another fic or two on c!wilbur and c!tommy myself (i'm actually the author of "i can't stand your taste in my mouth," aka @.midastwt on ao3) before wrapping up unless i get a very good idea

if you want my opinion on where the creators are gonna go after this? most of them are gonna branch off to variety or an offline gig (such as tommy with vlogging, tubbo/ranboo variety streams, wilbur music, etcetera) while doing minecraft from time to time. i don't think any of them will up and abandon it, they seem to enjoy it too much. i think the longer-term and older mcyters (technoblade, skeppy, badboyhalo, hbomb, philza, etcetera) are going to stick what they've always done, and stay with minecraft mainly

the people i see struggling will be dream, sapnap, and george. i think sapnap has the most potential to hold a "variety streamer" position, but his popularity's gonna die out (similar with karl). george is.... george, but i think his fanbase is a lot more loyal and dedicated

while dream has a huge fanbase, he also has, allegedly, nothing planned next. he barely streams, least of all what his brand was made of, he barely uploads videos, his music is mediocre at best and is disliked by the wider music scene and basically just kept up by his fans, he has the most controversy, and the wider minecraft scene seems to be getting more and more pissed off at him by the day

we're most likely to see a lot of mcyt content settle back down into mainly small streamers and smps hosted by professionals and veterans of the community. hermitcraft will keep going, the people associated will make other smps and get others involved, and things will return to normal for the community, just slightly bigger

2022-2023, in my mind, are going to be at 2019-scale or smaller (considerably bigger than 2017-2018, with a few big popular creators, but nothing too much). and there's probably gonna be a new revival soon after that, as the kids who grew up with dream and tommyinnit and technoblade rekindle their love of minecraft, and go back to it, and then the cycle will continue

smart anon I am so sorry for requesting ur wisdom then not answering it for like a month <3

anyway I think most of this is very correct, here are my assorted thoughts on the matter:

big agree on the dsmp. still afraid to officially declare it dead because they have fooled me before, but yeah. I would like to see them at least get a proper ending off though

big Big agree on most old school mcyt staying the same, and with new mcyt finding variety niches. I think tubbo def has a place in the larger twitch community where I don't see ranboo's fame sticking as much long term tbh.

I don't think wilbur is abandoning twitch anytime soon, but you can def see that he is finding that success outside of content creation platforms with Lovejoy. his ability to retain such a solid and large audience even post dsmp hype, along with the more patient and loyal fanbase he's garnered, is going to serve him really well as an indie artist. he's one of the only streamers who's maintained the majority of his growth during the dsmp, and his infrequent but just frequent enough stream schedule and new music hype is only helping to foster that. good job wilbur!

plus, given his track record of finding fame where you least expect it, I doubt he's going anywhere fast

tommy is very interesting to me. already you can see vlogs and the hype around them dying down, although this is definitely partially due to colder weather, but they aren't pulling the blockbuster views they did before as people adjust to it just being a normal thing for creators to vlog together. I'd love to see him sink his teeth into another solid project like the mod videos or his dsmp writing, bc he 100% has the strengths to keep his audience with around, but rn he's bleeding interest

I think most sbi and dteam adjacent streamers are going to settle back down into <10k or probably <5k viewerships, and those smart enough to stick to their brand and provide consistent content will remain on the scene. niki immediately strikes me as someone who has garnered quite a loyal and retainable fanbase by not adhering to trends or collabs with big ccs, where as jack.. not so much (not that I don't love him tho <3)

big agree with the dteam stuff

last thing is that I don't think it's going to shrink quite to 2019 size simply because of just how much larger the audience pool is, but I see the fan climate becoming much more similar

anyway friendly reminder I love all of these ccs and think they are all much cooler and more talented than me. I could not do their jobs half as well, I just like speculating.

[jboofan]

Chances 24

YN's about to find out that sometimes a gorgeous man can come up with a plan all his own, and it's a given that it'll mess hers up.

Jungkook x YN

Chapter 24 Memories

YN slept deeply. It had taken her, surprisingly no time at all to readjust to staying back in her own place. Knowing her parents were still panicking about her being alone, she'd negotiated to at least having a few days a week away.

This had been her first night in her own place, Chan, Matt and her mother had been reluctant to let her stay alone and been fighting to nominate themselves to stay the night.

Rolling over, feeling light creep into the room she ignored it. Ignored the buzzing noise, ignored the knocking and continued to sleep.

Weekly lunches with Pdogg, Toki and Na-ri, dinners with the BTC gang had helped her become more sociable than her original self. Enough that she might pull this off even.

Thoughts involuntarily moved to New York. YN sighed loudly. These misplaced memories were a headache inducer, and threatened to uproot the calm and collected version of herself she had spent the last six months putting back together. She was also thankful not to have to socialise with anyone else she didn't remember.

And a dog? Why was she still thinking about a big ass horse like dog? She ignored the image of it in her mind, trying to leave it, and how he looked at her, as though she had kicked him.

Whatever plans she wanted to think into fruition had a way of becoming unstuck around these dreams, and God sure had a way of giving her what he thought she needed and not what she felt she wanted.

Shrugging in her sleep, she turned over no longer able to ignore the rattle of her phone.

"Is there any particular reason you are not here right now?" came a voice way too loud in her ear.

"Any particular reason that you are not in your dressing room getting ready for your press release when we are presenting you live across 46 different countries across the globe?"

YN was sure she had listened to this before. So sure of it.

"Is this déjà vu, or I swear we had this very conversation when the Americans came to us for the AMA meeting.." her father paused, speaking very slowly and very carefully.

"Of course you would talk about something I have no recollection of."

"Get your ass here. I'll have a driver pick you up. Quick as you can."

He hung up on her. Again.

"Yep," she yawned, "definitely heard that before."

YN clutched her head. "Fuck. This is really happening. Don't panic. Don't panic!" she told herself.

Falling off the bed she was running, then tripping, then crawling to the bathroom as quick as she could.

"How the fuck did I sleep through my own fucking press conference," she swore furiously.

Frantically hobbling out the lifts, down the foyer YN was outside wishing time would stand still.

She looked for a driver with her name after about five minutes of walking up and down, she found him.

She smiled, Dad had sent over his Bentley.

Sweet.

The driver opened the door for her and let her in.

She recognised him straightaway, it was her father's driver. Lucky for her, he didn't know who she was.

"OK sir, this is what's gonna happen. I'm late for a press conference, and my boss who has sent this car is waiting for me to turn up. Now I'm running dangerously late so I'm gonna need you to step on it to the HYBE building. Can I rely on you to help me not get fired before I've even started this new job?"

*

The press conference had started, she knew it had, when in horror she watched it stream live on Facebook, HYBETV and YouTube simultaneously.

YN jumped out the car before it had even come to a rolling stop, grateful to not have rolled her ankle, looking around for the entrance, and heard theme music either starting or finishing.

YN pushed open the door.

The wrong door.

"Why do I always get the wrong fucking door," she muttered under her breath.

It was in that moment she spotted security, who thankfully recognised her and ushered her in.

**

She looked at the podium.

What the fuck were the labels other artists doing here?? It should have just been her, but she knew it was a question to ask Bang later.

People stared, but many of the artists that stood to the side looked for a better word shocked to see her, which she couldn't understand. Had she missed something?

Her eyes fell on one of the members and he looked like he was about to cry? One of the shorter blonde ones was hitting the one with the boxy mouth who gasped loudly before trying to get the attention of the one at the end, with piercings to his face.

Since when did Hybe allow facial piercings? Have I been away that long? Or do I simply not remember?

It sounded like he was in the middle of a conversation, which slightly annoyed her because what could he possibly have to say that was more important than her debut??

Now was not the time to panic, and instead at least look like she was supposed to be there.

YN flicked back her hair and out of the corner of her eye she saw her father, she motioned for him and he reading her mind moving towards the podium.

Someone pointed to the AV guy to play some sort of entrance music, the whole time Jungkook was watching along with everyone else as she walked in.

YN walked in down the aisle, commanding it like a catwalk.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce our newest solo artist YN!!"

YN gulped as she realised she didn't have her speech in her pocket. Because she was wearing the wrong outfit.

Fuck.

Bang smiled and gave her an awkward hug, "Where's your speech?" he asked her quietly, readjusting his glasses.

She gave him a plastic smile, "I don't know."

YN looked at everyone staring back at her, including the world's press.

Time to go to work.

Jungkook stood near at the podium still and shocked.

She's really here?

Why did he feel like he'd been physically wounded? That she had been the one to do it?

He'd just watched the doors open and YN strut straight towards him. His stomach was doing backflips and he wasn't sure he could stay on his feet much longer.

He swore under this breath as she gained distance. His eyebrows bunched together again as she was shown the steps.

Jungkook's jaw stiffened, why was she dressed like that? Like she didn't care that everyone was looking at her.

The fact her dress was short, tight and brightly coloured than he would have agreed to, her cleavage on show didn't amuse him.

She really didn't care about anything, and fearlessly did her own thing.

Part of him worried that the press wouldn't take it the right way, whilst trying to hide his shock at her being introduced as the soloist for their company, as his brain short circuited.

He made his way to the podium, not budging even when Bang walked on, and introduced her nor did he choose to look at Namjoon who had that "get your ass away from the mike right now" look upon his face.

Jungkook noticed the warmth in YN's eyes for the people in the front row as they exchanged some words; he stood realising that maybe their admiration for each other was genuine. And it gave him heartburn.

Maybe they were as close as the rumours often said about Bang and YN. He'd heard after she disappeared, the stories about how she came to work here straight after highschool, that she had a special talent many didn't possess, that she could see colours not just hear music. People usually didn't notice things like that, but he found himself noticing an awful lot about YN these past few months. 

He watched her get up on stage. She was about to speak when Jungkook found himself rushing forward, covering the microphone, giving her a wink and telling the audience, "And also my favourite artist, cannot wait to collaborate!" he stepped back. The crowd chuckled. And he didn't know why he said that, mostly to piss her off, to garner her attention maybe, but the stares from his bandmates indicated that was NOT the thing to have done.

Why did he just announce that to everyone? It was the only plan he had, a stupid one at that; but so stupid that it might work. His stupid mouth doing what it stupidly wanted.

He groaned to himself, he was definitely going to feel Jin's slipper later over that once the cameras stopped rolling.

He shit his load when YN gave him a death glare, then looked past him to Bang, who gave her the smallest of nods; almost as if saying run with it kid.

*

YN looked around the brightly lit room, all eyes on her, palms sweating. If she was wearing a wig, hell she would be sweating through that too. She saw Pdogg, Na Ri and Tokki all suited and booted, her beloved Big Tiddie Committee members clapping excitedly, eveyone gazing at her from her left waiting eagerly for her to start. She wouldn't have made it this far without all of them. Her mother waved at her excitedly. YN cleared her throat and smiled.

"Annyeonghaseyo, jeoneun YN-ibnida. mannaseo bangawo."

"Good afternoon. I'm YN. It's lovely to meet you," she crisply repeated in English for the English speaking reporters.

She grinned as the press all answered her with more flashes of light and clicks of their cameras.

YN laughed whole heartedly then swallowed. She couldn't remember a word of her speech.

She knew her father was going mad inside, especially since she still hadn't started said speech, and was giving the tattooed one a right dirty look.

What was wrong with her father, he was the one always telling them no matter how pissed off you are, to not let others see it and right now everyone could see he wasn't happy.

YN gazed at her father until his eyes met hers and she gave him a sly wink making him laugh. Jungkook caught the action and once again couldn't help but wish he was part of her world. The constant realisation that he wasn't gave him an ill feeling.

"I had a speech planned, on the way here. But I seem to have left it in the wrong dress" she said honestly, almost deadpan, which got laughs.

The odd flash went off in the background. Focusing on the red dot of the camera directly in front of her, set up by the door she came waltzing in from, YN smiled reminiscent.

"Thank you for taking the time to be here today, for taking the time to be part of such an important moment for me." She paused and looked out, letting her words wash over them all. It had been seven years, and suddenly this was her new path.

She looked out at the crowd, spotting Chan standing camouflaged between staff, a mask on, his hair slicked back.

She shook her head. After all the drama of agreeing that he wouldn't come here, that she would ensure he was protected as long as he didn't come there - her brother continued to defy her by turning up with a massive plaque that read "YN we love you!"

"Sunday the first of August 2001 I first came to Seoul with my Dad. That year the summer lasted so long; my music reflects where I've been, what I've been exposed to. .. I grew up between the States, Australia and Korea, and thinking 'bout you and me, Seoul, our love affair is an old one," she said romantically.

She smiled to herself, before she looked out at the captured faces of the audience. She had them; she'd taken them by the hand, for a walk down the same busy streets she had been down, they heard the same noises, smelt the same smells that she had.

"Now, I am lucky enough to say that I'll be able to express my music not just through producing, and be part of a company like HYBE. I cannot wait to sing live for you guys! You bring the soul, and I'll bring the magic; and together we will put on one hell of a show!"

The crowd was eating this up. People were hanging off her words. Chan and their mother were clapping crazily. Na-Ri and Ashley had already burst into tears. Matt was consoling PDogg already, a blubbering wreck with Tokki, PH-1 holding up his phone from a live stream to Shownu as his army barracks watched on, and Jay Park screamed loudly.

"I spend my time between Korea and the States, and I hope you feel my music as a bridge between the two.. it's like coming home..."

**

The next few questions were from the crowd, but YN thanked herself for reading the speech before she eventually went to sleep.

"Can you tell us a little about the album? What can we expect?"

"I'd like to think it's authentic, and it takes risks. I want to stay true to who I am, produce music that speaks to people, identifies with them, and sounds fantastic live!" she smiled, standing comfortably with a mike.

Jungkook looked over in her direction, how did he not see her smile before. He scoffed mentally, to be fair who had seen her smile? Not the fake one she put on, but the one that flashed across her face, with no effort, naturally? He sure as hell hadn't until a few minutes ago, that dimple sitting dangerously deep in her cheek, screaming out to be touched.

Jungkook zoned back into the room, unsure if his face made him look uninterested in how she was animated in discussing her musical inspiration or who she was looking to work with in the future.

"Can you tell us a little about you? Rumour has it that you are in fact Bang's daughter. Do you have anything to say about that?"

YN's heart stopped. In the past she would have scoffed if someone had said that, but right now she didn't feel free. She looked over briefly in the direction of Chan who suddenly looked paranoid, adjusting his mask, holding that sign a little too tightly.

I want to protect him, she thought. I want to protect myself, but if this gets out later we will only look like the bad guy.

Granted she was happy to push herself in front of the firing squad, she'd pushed him out the way of a car, this, this however definitely couldn't be worse that what the last 6 months of her life had been. If it saved her brother and from the corner of her eye she made eye contact with him - who suddenly had an inkling that his crazy ass sister was about to do something either stupid, or incredibly brave.

He shook his head, unsure what harebrained scheme she was cooking up.

"The rumour is true. I am the daughter of Bang Si-Hyuk," she paused as she heard an actual gasp.

Jungkook was absolutely sure his head was about to explode. Bang YN. Bang Si-Hyuk, she was a fucking Bang. What the fuck had he done. Nothing, nothing was making sense right now.

"My name is Bang YN and I'm a producer, singer and lyricist. I spent the first ten years of my career producing in America. People might not agree with that, but I'm secure enough in myself to know where I'm from."

No one was expecting her to acknowledge the question, let alone to answer it and do so, so comfortably. YN was almost leaning on the podium as she answered.

"I'm not the first person to have family in the music industry, and I certainly won't be the last. But hey, if you want to know about my album, I'm more than happy to talk about it too, you know."

The rest of the guys looked on in disbelief. Jungkook moved forward, not caring if someone was going to think about helping her, he was already half a step in her direction when she actually chuckled.

"My album is honest and upfront. Like me. I look forward to dropping my album in the next few weeks for you guys! Have a great day!"

Chan clapped proudly.

"Girl, you really are wired differently."

Soon he was on stage, and removing his mask although she was trying to stop him.

"And I am Bang Chan, brother of YN, leader of Stray Kids!"

The room went ballistic, blinding flashing lights, reporters screaming to be heard over each other, pushing and shoving each other to get to the stage.

Moments later several more individuals jumped on stage, she couldn't help but laugh in shock as someone held up a massive placard, ready for the cameras.

"And we are BTC," Matt cackled.

Chan laughed out loud, "Oh my momma is gonna kill you bro," as their mother came stalking over.

**

Bang moved forward, and gave her back a pat to end the press conference. YN moved past BTS to exit the stage.

Jungkook was taken back by just how good her speech was. His eyes urged her to look at him, acknowledge his puny existence but she simply looked dead ahead, hands humble, whispering something to Na-Ri who held her hand as they stepped off the stage together.

Jeon opened his mouth to say something but the moment evaded him as they were soon ushered off the stage and backstage.

**

"YNnie," Na-Ri's eyes darted around scared, "Are you ok?" she felt YN shake as she got her to the green room.

"I just, just need a moment," she swallowed, Bambi legs wobbling as she reached out for a chair real quick. It was the longest she had managed to stand up for in the last few months.

"Girl, you were amazing out there," Ashley smiled walking in with Chan. "Everyone is so proud of you, and you're going viral!"

"I have a bone to pick with you dear brother," YN pointed at him.

"Oh boy, is that someone calling us?" Na-Ri grabbed Ashley the two escaping quickly from the room.

"Who the hell told you to jump on stage and announce yourself to the world?"

"Because it's the least I can do for you sis, besides aren't you sick of having to fucking hide? I know I am! We can't invite our parents to our concerts, shows even out to dinner. So if you could stand there and tell them who you are, then fuck everyone I can too!"

Understanding what he said, she sat there, nodding until the door flew open again.

"I tried to stop them," Matt came running in after Jungkook. "Jungkook, dude you can't just run in here man."

"Jungkook?" the name rolled off her tongue with ease, just as the rest of the band arrived.

"Yes!" he smiled moving closer.

"Chris, wasn't this the guy that punched you before?"

"Huh?" Chan looked at her. How did she know?

"Matt said that when I was in hospital, this guy punched you there."

"Yeah but—"

Before he could stop her, explain that he had returned the favour, YN was out her seat, and across to Jungkook in two strides before landing a boxer worthy right hook to his cheekbone, hard.

"Who the hell are you to punch my brother?" she kicked off her heels and was going back for round two.

"I punched him back," Chan tried to stop her from going back for seconds. "Leave it!"

"Why did you punch my brother, guy from one of the bands working for my dad?"

"He wouldn't let me see you!" Jungkook sniffed the blood back up his nose.

"So? That gave you the right to punch him? Keep away from him, and me," she clicked her fingers at him, "you got that?!"

"I need to go," she looked at Matt, nearest to her, who followed her, as she moved quickly to her dressing room, and shakenly grabbed a bin, sure last night's dinner was going to resurface.

"Don't you remember him?" Chan asked genuinely.

"I don't, why, should I?" she spoke quickly, before gulping down painkillers.

"You guys had a—" Chan groaned as he was interrupted again in the space of two minutes.

The door flew open, Jungkook followed by BTS, blood dripping down his chin.

"Why, why are you looking at me like you don't know me?" shouted Jungkook.

"I've no idea who you are," she looked at him blankly, cold and frankly running out of patience. "You can't be that great, since I don't have a clue as to who you are."

She groaned as she sat down again, rubbing her leg.

"Can we go now?" she managed to stand with Matt's support walking back out, away from Jungkook again this time to go home.

Jungkook wiped the blood away with the back of his hand, grabbing Chan's arm as he left.

"Why doesn't she know who I am?"

Chan looked at him, "why the fuck would I tell you? My priority is my sister. If you were together, I would still do what's best for her. If you were married or had kids, I would still do what was best for them. I would always do what's best for them you got that? She wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for you. Why would I help you?"

"Cos I love your sister."

Chan shrugged, "So does everybody else."

"This isn't over," Jungkook called out as Chan got to the door.

"It's not about me. She doesn't remember you. I can't make her."

@craftymoonchaos

[chim-chimchii]

Encaptured (Jungkook)

Genre: Fluff 

Note: A little fuckboy Jungkook for you all! I’m currently working on a social media au and I might just post the profiles so I can give you guys a sneak peek and to also motivate myself to work on it more! Let me know what you guys think! I also didn’t know how to end this so I apologize if it’s a crappy ending. 

. . . . . . . 

On Thursdays, the literary class met in the college library, and that was when Jungkook always had you look over his essays. Not only did he use that time to get his papers edited, but he also took this time to prod you about your weekend plans.

"So, are you going to accept my offer to take you to the movies this weekend?" Jungkook asked, resting his chin on his palm.

You glanced up from his essay. "Hm, not this week. I think I'm all booked." With a smirk directed towards him, you continued marking his paper.

"You said that last week." He mumbled with a playful pout.

"And last week, when I rejected you, you ended up taking that girl from your math class." You stated with a challenging stare.

Tongue in cheek, Jungkook chuckled, "Well, I couldn't let those tickets go to waste! I thought for sure you would have agreed." He continued trying to justify his playboy ways.

You scoffed and slid his paper over to him; red pen marks were scattered all over it. You thought that the edits you made to his essay would distract him from the current topic, but he pushed the assignment to the side.

"Y/n, when will you let me take you on a date?" Jungkook leaned in ever so slightly and smiled sweetly.

Your heart rate increased. His whole appearance changed with that one smile, and it was hard for you to hide the fact that it made you feel some way. Maybe it was time to give him a chance, and if it didn't work out, then he would finally stop bugging you.

"Okay." You finally answered after thinking it through. That one word took Jungkook by surprise.

"Okay? Are you saying, yes?"

Without making eye contact, you nodded and closed your notebook with a gentle smile.

"I'll pick you up at seven." Jungkook bit his lip to hide his smile and watched you leave the library.

. . . . 

The sun was setting, and seven o clock was right around the corner. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror that hung by the door and nodded in approval of your outfit. You tried to remember the last time you got all dressed up for a date, and as you tried to place a moment, there was a knock at the door. 

As you reached for the door, you hesitated. What if this was a one-time thing? What if he never spoke to you after tonight? Just because you turned his offers for a date down multiple times, it wasn't as if you didn't like Jungkook. You appreciated his presence in your boring literary class; you appreciated his jokes and stories. What if all he wanted was to add you to the list of girls he won over with his charms? 

Your thoughts were interrupted again by a knock, but this time it was a lot softer. You took a deep breath and twisted the doorknob. Whatever his intentions were, you decided to accept this date, so you had to deal with the consequences. 

Jungkook stood in the doorway with his hands buried in his pockets. His head was hung low as if he was half expecting you not to answer, but when you opened the door wider, he looked up. 

You forgot to breathe upon seeing him. Instead of the cliche leather jacket he always wore, he wore a grey flannel over a white shirt. It wasn't THAT different from what he always wore but seeing him wear light-colored clothing suits him well. His demeanor was different, as well. A timid smile replaced the cocky smirk he always had on his face. 

"Are you ready?" His voice came out lighter than usual; it took you a moment to remember this was Jungkook and not someone else. 

"Yeah, let me just grab my bad." You left him by the door as you dashed back to your room to grab your purse. 

. . . . 

It was the little things that Jungkook did that made you weak in the knees. As the two of you walked to the theater, Jungkook rested his hand on the small of your back. He maneuvered you to the other side of him; it wasn't until his warmth left that you realized he was making sure you were closest to the buildings and away from the busy street.

Your eyes fixated on him, and it felt like the world was in slow motion, and you saw Junkook in a new light. You wanted nothing more, but to have this moment last forever. Forever didn't come because he glanced at you with that beautiful smile of his.

"Would you be upset if I told you I don't want to go to the movies anymore?"

The world resumed at its original speed, and your excitement disappeared.

"Oh? Did you want to take a rain check or something?" You tried not to sound too disappointed.

"No, no. I just don't think I can handle sitting next to you for two and a half hours and not talk to you."

You sighed in relief, which made Jungkook chuckle.

"I don't know what you've been told or what you heard about me, but I'm not cruel.

You raised your eyebrow at him and smirked. "I don't know, I've heard some pretty interesting things about you, Jungkook."

You gave him one last teasing look before walking ahead of him. Jungkook tsked before jogging to catch up to you.

"So, are you going to tell me what you heard so I can prove those accusations wrong?"

Together you waded through the crowded street, careful not to lost one another. If he took your hand, would you pull away or let him have that small victory?

"You haven't said what we're going to do now that we're not going to the movies."

His hand grazed yours. "You're changing the topic."

Seconds later, his hand rested on your shoulder to guide you towards the entrance of an arcade. It was full of other couples, groups of friends, and people wanting to have fun. The atmosphere brought a smile to your face. You didn't even realize Jungkook had left until he returned with a bag full of tokens.

"I'll let you choose the first game."

Dramatically, you rested your hand on your heart. "What a gentleman."

Jungkook threw his head back in defeat. "Whoever told you that I wasn't a gentleman needs to stop feeding you lies."

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you don't really have the best reputation." You explained as you made your way over to the basketball game.

You glanced back at him to make sure he was following and found him chewing on his lip. Your statement bothered him. The two of you exchanged no other words until he was standing next to you.

"Is that why you always rejected me?" His eyes locked with yours, and you didn't dare look away.

Rather than lying, you nodded. "Yeah."

Jungkook was the one to break eye contact; it was clear he was upset. He fished for a token and inserted it into the machine to start the game.

As you watched him, you inhaled deeply and thought about everything. You didn't want to be the reason the date ended in ruins. You were honest about why you declined his offers, but now that you were here with him, you kept thinking how different things could have been if you had just agreed to date him the first time he asked.

Without thinking further, when Jungkook reached for another ball, you took it from him and aimed for the moving hoop.

"You can't blame me for being scared."

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something but stopped as he watched you throw the ball straight into the hoop. Another ball rolled towards you, but Jungkook grabbed it before you could.

"I wasn't blaming you. I was blaming myself." He missed the hoop and ticked his head to the side, slightly annoyed that he didn't score, but as the game ended, he had one of the highest scores.

Together you moved in the direction of another game.

"Why are you blaming yourself?"

He didn't say anything, and you were afraid he didn't hear you due to the increasing volume of everyone around you.

"Because I got careless with relationships and dating, and now that I want something serious, my reputation is ruining my chances.

The corners of your mouth twitched into a tiny smile. "It's your turn to pick a game."

You weren't ignoring what he had said; you just wanted to think about it for a moment longer.

The two of you wandered around the arcade and tried not to lose each other with the growing amount of people entering the building. Jungkook stopped in front of a photo booth and let out a small laugh.

"It isn't a game, but it seems like this is the only thing unoccupied." 

"I think it'll be fun!" You linked his arm with yours and entered the small booth. 

Jungkook sat silently next to you as you messed around with the photo settings. As you sat back, your shoulder brushed against his, and it made it obvious how close the two of you were. You couldn't help but think back to his previous comment about wanting to be in a serious relationship.  Did he mean that he wanted to try and be in a serious relationship with you? You'd be lying if you said you didn't have feelings for him. The truth was, you had liked him all along, but you let the rumors about him cloud your judgment of his character. 

The beeping of the timer caused you to snap out of your thoughts. 

"Are you ready?" You glanced over at Jungkook, and to your surprise, he was already staring at you. The flash went off, signaling that the first picture was taken. Then the timer reset. 

"Your chances aren't completely ruined, by the way." 

The two of you looked away and to the camera, where you opted for a funny face. The camera went off. 

"What do you mean?" Jungkook turned to you again. 

"If you were this version of yourself all the time, you wouldn't have any trouble getting into a serious relationship, and any girl would be happy to be with you."  

You stuck your tongue out at him as the camera snapped another picture. 

"I don't want just any girl though--" He faced forward and held up a peace sign. "--I want you." 

Your expression changed in an instant, and it was captured as the shutter sounded. "Jungkook." 

He hesitated but looked your way as the last seconds of the timer counted down. You took his face into your hands and pressed your lips to his. The moment captured forever as the final flash of the camera washed over the two of you. 

[ngmn2002]

(I am just going to send an ask since I feel like it'll be easier for both of us, haha.)

Anyways! Agree to disagree on Tsukasa knowingly asking Amane to destroy him; I think there's a possibility, and I wouldn't be surprised if Tsukasa knows, but I can't take his vague comment as confirmation for something like that. He could simply be asking Amane to *work with him* to finish the job, AKA asking him to have his help in destroying the other yorishiro (and ultimately convincing Nene to destroy Tsukasa)

I like both interpretations, I just don't want to assume things about the story.

On the topic of Sumire asking him, she does indeed ask him to destroy her. But on the very next page, she asks him to "convince Nene" (だからあなたが説得してね) to destroy her, because there's no other way for Nene to leave the boundary. So again, it's kind of vague; perhaps Sakura directly told Sumire, or she just hinted at it by saying that "No. 6 needs to destroy his yorishiro as his duty"-- Sumire either read between the lines and understood No. 6 could destroy her, or she simply understood it as No. 6 needing to accept letting his yorishiro be destroyed. (Considering her comments about Nene, I feel like she didn't know.)

I also kinda disagree that they stopped caring to look for Nene-- they had to stop looking originally because it started to rain. Sumire even worries about whether Nene found shelter from the rain; I genuinely think Sumire wanted to find Nene again (to reunite, and convince her) because she didn't know someone other than Nene could destroy it. I think it's possible Hakubo knew the whole time, though. (Not enough evidence either way)

But yes, I 100% AGREE that Sakura's plan was to have Hakubo destroy Sumire (and talk with Nene.) I just don't think she told anyone this directly (she only asked Natsuhiko to deliver Hakubo, Natsuhiko had to assume everything else himself). So either Hakubo already knew before, or it's just something a school mystery is able to figure out, like an instinct... knowing that something can no longer be your yorishiro, if it cannot maintain its original form any longer... becoming unrecognizable to the person that cherishes it... (its interesting! I wonder how many other mysteries have done this before.)

Anyway, this is pretty unrelated but you reminded me of it in your reply, but I love that Nene already got to experience memories of Sumire in Chapter 67... I would argue Nene still doesn't know the "truth" of Hakubo and Sumire, but she DOES know that Hakubo truly cared about her (as Sumire is his yorishiro, and Sakura told her that yorishiro are what are most precious to a mystery.)

Nene's biggest problem is she thinks Hakubo doesn't even like Sumire, which isn't true at all, but maybe knowing that she was his most important thing will give some insight...

On top of that, getting to see their past is almost like her destroying the yorishiro itself.... it's all really clever! Everything really worked out for everyone here, if we are lead to believe that Nene has to learn the truth behind each mystery.

I suspect Nene will have to destroy No. 1's yorishiro herself to find out, though, and as for No. 7..... hm..... we will have to see.... (she still doesn't know enough about Hanako...)

Hello, rapidfur !

Yes, this will be easier for both of us indeed, haha.

Well, yes. It can work both ways. He could be simply asking Amane to work with him to finish the job -destroying the other yorishiros- AND to destroy him (I still think he wants Amane to do it.). 2 in 1. It can be.

And, you know... AidaIro like to surprise us. We don't know what will happen next. Maybe something will happen and turn the whole manga upside down.

Well, maybe Sumire understood that in the cave. That Hakubo can eat her and at the same time, she will be destroyed. And she accepted that.

Yes, maybe Sumire thought Nene is the only one who can destroy her, but then knew that Hakubo can do it and agreed to it.

Since from the two pont of view, it's for the best.

I think Hakubo already knew before that he can destroy Sumire himself.

That is why a yorishiro is the most precious thing to the mystery. Because even if they wanted to abanon thier duties. It's said: They can never destroy their yorishiros 'themselves'. Meaning that any mystery knows that they can destroy their yorishiro and how. But can't, because it's so precious to them. But, nonetheless, it can happenen sometimes.

I don't know if it happened with someone other than No. 6 and Sumire.

And, Nene blamed herself here, because she understood Nanamine's words "But, sometimes that leads to the sort of conclusion." AS... Her not wanting to destroy Sumire herself, left No. 6 with no other choice but to do it himself.

"But yes, I 100% AGREE that Sakura's plan was to have Hakubo destroy Sumire (and talk with Nene.)"

I'm glad we're on the same page here. Because that's what I think as well. She was waiting for the moment to come for her to 'talk' with Nene.

I just don't think she told anyone this directly (she only asked Natsuhiko to deliver Hakubo, Natsuhiko had to assume everything else himself).

Hmm... I kinda disagree here... because...

Well, it seems he knew.

But... as he talked with Nanamine later, it seems he was there all the time and heard the whole talk. So... maybe she told him she wants to have a talk with Nene and he went there to see how things will go with his eyes, or simply he went there without knowing and saw them talking.

But, him asking if she is done with here talk, gives me the feelings that he knew. Just like when you come to someone and ask them if they are done working on something you know they were working on and just wanted to make sure.

Also, Her cold reaction to seeing him there, means she knew he was there all the time. If she didn't want him to descover about the 'talk'. She wouldn't allow him to be there or to hear what the 'talk' was all about.

When he asked, she answered him that it doesn't matter, and the 2 of them will make sure to lead Nene to destroy all the yorishiros.

Furthermore, as you see here:

She said: "you and I" it means the the two are working together. Under her command of course. She is sharing everything with him. At the very least: 90%.

So, I believe he knew she wanted to have a talk with Nene. She didn't care for him hearing everything because they are working together.

In fact, it seems they've been working together since the very beginning.

From ch 17.

Manga extra.

AidaIro seem to emphasize on this (You will protect me.) thingy.

So let's say, the 2 are on a good page together. And seeking something together. For her sake of course. And she puts her trust in him. So, he can know almost everything. Also, we still don't know the kind of past the 2 shared together. It seems they shared history??

About Nene's view on No. 6... I don't remember the Sumire 3 parts chapters that well. It's been so long since the last time I've read them. I can't remember what Nene knows about No. 6's story in general that well. So, I'm not so sure of Nene's view of him. But, it's as you said. She knows all the truth behind the 'yorishiros and what makes them and all.' So, she can assume that Sumire is No. 6's most important thing and why he did that to her. She was even able to assume who Hanako's yorishiro according to that knowledge. So, she must know that Sumire is the same to No, 6 as Tsukasa is to No. 7.

"On top of that, getting to see their past is almost like her destroying the yorishiro itself.... it's all really clever!"

You're absolutely right!

Maybe, yes, Nene will have to destroy No. 1's yorishiro herself to find out the truth about No. 1.

No. 7.... well, she got to know some facts about him by: time travel, Tsukasa, Tsuchigomori, he himself told her some few things.

And we still don't know about the importance of the key. I feel it will play a big rule in the story, in terms of the twins' past or maybe even it can lead to discover something very important connected to Amane himself.

Maybe the key will help Nene in protecting Amane somehow. Juat as she said above. It's there shining in that scene. *I trust you Mr. key! Please don't let me down! I believe in you! protect Amane and be the *key* to bring happiness to the twins by Nene's hands. Please help her all you can to achieve that!*

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With all that being said, I think I answered your questions. ^^

If I missed anything, please let me know.

Thanks for letting me know about how you see things and for your interest in talking about that with me in general. It was a nice chat. ^^

Have a nice day.