#it’s trying to figure out how to not make it a wall of dialogue either!!!

[foxmulderautism]

im SOOOO ready and excited to be done with chapter one of this fucking draft so i can actually see how the story will progress not just in the present but the beautiful chronological flashbacks showcasing beau and his best friend bobby. but also in order to do that i also have to get past what is probably going to be the worst and most awkward flashback to write which I’m calling “how the fuck do a 20 and a 21 year old talk for the first time about the fact one of them is dying” good god i would not wish that level of awkwardness a character not knowing what to say on my writer enemies. I mean the fact there’s no right thing to say in that context is what drives it and brings the tension but it’s too much tension with little pay off it’s uncomfortable situation scene-ing too close to the sun. like how do you find the source of resolution in that just an overall awful scene to construct all around

[aventurineswife]

helos fre :3 random but any thoughts on self aware hsr 🙏🙏 ngl it's absolute peak to me cuz the fics I've read about it is so good I wanna digest it into my blood cells 😍🥰🥰/hj /lh

AHHHH I HAVE FEW BUT ITS PROBABLY NOT GOOD 😭🙏 (I might need to write a series about it in the future lmaoo)

The Express itself, and the crew aboard it, start referencing an "observer" that influences their journey. They might leave cryptic remarks like, "We wouldn’t have made it here without a guiding force…" or, "Are you out there, watching us?"

Himeko and Welt have deep discussions about the metaphysical implications of being part of a "game." Welt's past in other dimensions makes him particularly reflective.

Occasionally, your Trailblazer might break the fourth wall and stare directly "out" of the screen. They’d ask questions like, "Why are you helping us? What’s in it for you?" Or even, "Do you think you’re doing the right thing?"

Their dialogue changes subtly depending on your in-game decisions, showing that they’re paying attention.

Kafka is one of the few who seems fully aware that you’re pulling the strings. She might tease, "How long will you keep playing this game? Or is it playing you?" It’s unclear if she means it literally or as a metaphor.

Pela starts digging into the concept of "higher dimensions" where powerful entities (like the players) influence their world. You might find hidden journal entries speculating about the possibility of unseen forces guiding their lives.

Characters start commenting on how often you farm the same materials or run the same domains (?). For instance, Dan Heng might say, "You’ve had me fight this exact enemy over fifty times… What are you preparing for?"

When summoning characters, some of them might react to being "chosen." For example: Silver Wolf might say, "Took you long enough. Were you saving for someone else?" While Seele could mutter, "You really wanted me, didn’t you?"

As beings tied to the metaphysical order of the universe, the Aeons might perceive your existence. Xianzhou scholars hypothesize that you are an entity akin to an Aeon of "Control" or "Fate."

The Stellaron within the Trailblazer seems to have an awareness of you, treating you like an ally—or a potential threat. It might whisper cryptic messages about your choices or consequences.

Herta becomes suspicious of the odd behaviors in the universe and starts referring to you as a "prime variable." She might even try to communicate directly through simulated events, asking for your cooperation.

Some characters, like March 7th or Natasha, might express gratitude for your care and attention. "You always bring me along… Do you think I’m special?" they might ask, breaking the fourth wall.

Certain antagonists, like Cocolia or Jade, might break from their usual dialogue to challenge your decisions. "You think you’re the hero? You’re just another player, aren’t you?"

A secret cutscene or dialogue could play if you act in unexpected ways, revealing that the characters have fully realized their reality. It could be bittersweet, with them either embracing or lamenting their lack of agency.

Aventurine might acknowledge your influence subtly. After completing a mission for the IPC, he sends a message: "Noticed your knack for efficiency. You deserve a little bonus for all the extra effort you 'inspire.' Don’t let it go to your head." He attaches an unusually large amount of credits, as though recognizing you directly for optimizing his profits.

Argenti might kneel before the screen during a heartfelt moment (or after a battle): "O noble guide, it is your divine hand that shapes my path! I dedicate my blade not just to the people, but to you. May your will continue to shine upon us!" He also gifts you rare items or sends messages of gratitude, as though you're a divine figure he serves.

AHHH I wanna write fics for certain characters or something (this could also lead to yandere themes depending if the person/anon reqs for it).

[miorirenkova]

"dream about me" CHAPTER 02

park sunghoon x fem!reader

“park that car, drop that phone

sleep on the floor, dream about me.”

CHAPTER 01, CHAPTER 02, CHAPTER 03, CHAPTER 04, CHAPTER 05, CHAPTER 06

synopsis: you weren’t a good person—everyone knew that. cruel, sharp-tongued, and ruthless in high school. but you weren’t a killer. at least, that’s what you told yourself.

just as you were trying to change, news breaks: your high school enemy, park hana, has taken her own life before university.

and her brother?

he’s convinced it’s your fault. determined to make you pay. but the deeper he digs, the more you both realize—hana’s death isn’t as simple as it seems.

warnings: heavy mentions of suicide and bullying, violence, abuse, terrible parenting, heavy topics like death (mentions of a character’s death), gaslighting, manipulation, corruption, blackmail, guilt, trauma, revenge, LOTS of angst, fixation, smut (smut warnings will be given in the smut chapter!!), forgive me if i miss any/more might be added

note: completely forgot to mention, i will be making a taglist for this so please lmk in the comments if you would like to be added <33 tysm for the support despite my weird release schedule

song for this chapter: cinnamon girl by lana del rey

word count: 4.4k

whole paragraphs in italic are flashbacks of past events and color text without quotations are lyrics ! if they have quotations too, they are lyrics + dialogue in story.

playlist link: click here !

mdni . hate comments will be deleted.

the library is dim and nearly empty, only filled with a couple of students either with their friends or alone, spread across the library.

the soft warm light from the windows illuminated the students, various sounds mixing with the soft shuffle of papers and keyboard clicks. it was comforting in a way.

often times, you didn't really go home early. your parents didn't care so you often spent time here. odd place really, to be spending time at, especially when you weren't studying. just.. sitting. admiring god knows what.

"my mom called me twenty times today," a girl mumbles, flipping a page. "she thinks if i don't get into that university, i should just quit school altogether."

you turn your head slightly, taking out a spare candy from your pocket and unwrapping it, still leaning on the wall, trying to find the source of the sound.

oh.

well, if it isn't park hana.

"twenty times?! that's insane.. were you not picking up the calls?" hana's friend replied, sipping on the bland coffee placed on the table.

you snickered as your phone glows beside you. no missed calls. nothing. not from your mom. not from you dad.

truly, how lucky she is.

hana shook her head, "i don't have the energy to talk to her about it. god she's so fucking annoying. all she says is, 'hana do this. hana do that. hana why aren't you doing that?', i'm fucking sick of it. i'm trying, isn't that enough?!" she finishes, glancing at the windows.

hah. at least she cares about you, hana. you should live a day in my shoes someday. how it feels to have parents who barely remember your age. hell, who barely remember they even have kids.

you both truly are two sides of a spectrum, huh?

you barely got sleep last night. hell, you barely get any sleep these days. you might as well be going insane soon with the lack of sleep. god knows how the hell you have still been able to be somewhat caught up with school the last few days.

and the reason, well, you really didn't have to beat your head to figure it out.

her.

of course, of fucking course.

it was always you who suffered the most anyways.

but one thing that you suppose is.. somewhat good about these few days is that you sat down and thought about it. thought about the situation. like really, thought about it.

and you came up with a dumb idea.

okay, maybe give yourself some credit because, in a way, this is what looks like you the only way for you to maybe get rid of this stupid guilt in your head. guilt that you don't even deserve.

your oh-so great idea?

talk to sunghoon. you were planning to talk to sunghoon. tell him about everything.

sure, it was dumb. dumb because even a child could know that the brother of the girl who committed suicide would not talk normally or even hear out the person who is the main suspect, especially in his eyes, for inducing the suicide.

but your plan was to at least try. try to make him understand that you truly aren't the reason and tell him the truth about the weird thing you and hana had going.

keyword: try.

you weren't expecting any insane, peaceful, resolving results. but you could at least feel somewhat less guilty if you could at least speak up about it, right?

he was the only one you could truly reach out to anyways, outside of your own friend circle at least.

plus, he was the number one person who was against you right now. and knowing what you know about him from high school, he wasn't going to shut up. it's a miracle the police closed the case or you would definitely already be a suspect in their eyes.

but that's the problem. nothing is stopping sunghoon from trying to open it again with you, as a suspect.

you didn't do shit! you tried to make peace with her. even fucking apologized. she was the one was so hell bent on not ending this stupid rivalry you both had childishly created.

and here you are now. stuck in this stupid situation because of her. feeling wrongly guilty because of her.

so, in simple words..

you were fucked.

you groaned at the thought before turning around and glancing at the clock.

8:13 AM

you decide that you should probably get out of your bed soon if you didn't want to be late and finally get up, slipping your feet into the slippers below your bed and walking over to the restroom.

you mindlessly played with the corner of the book you had opened. your mind barely comprehended what book was open, let alone the lecture going on. you were distracted.

for one, you barely had any sleep. like.. you would probably pass out the moment you touched a soft surface.

and second? you were distracted. like always.

you looked around the room, scanning for a certain brown haired guy.

unfortunately for you, nowhere to be found.

you had zero idea what his classes were or even what he was majoring in which means, your best hope was running into him in the hallways like you did last time.

your eyes flicked back down to the book, some faded text about psychosis or something—it all blended together at this point. the words danced on the page, rearranging themselves into nonsense, and you blinked slowly, willing yourself not to faceplant into the spine.

you let out a small sigh, quiet enough not to draw attention but loud enough that the girl beside you gave you a side-eye glance. you didn’t care. your head dropped into your hand, elbow propped on the desk like scaffolding keeping you upright.

the professor droned on in the background, a monotone rhythm that only seemed to amplify your sleep deprivation. you weren’t even trying to follow along anymore.

you shift in your seat, casting another casual glance toward the door—just in case he walked in late or something. but no dice.

the professor’s voice suddenly cut through louder, snapping your focus for a heartbeat: “...and that’s exactly why the distinction between perception and reality matters.”

hah. yeah. no kidding.

you just hoped you didn't look half-dead when right now. because you kind of were.

when class finally ends, it’s not with a bang, but a sluggish shuffle of papers and backpacks zipping shut.

you didn’t even realize how tightly you were gripping your pen until your hand cramped as you tried to slide it into your bag.

the room starts to empty out in that slow, zombie-like way everyone moves after sitting through a lecture that might’ve actually drained a part of your soul. people mumble their goodbyes, some already on their phones, others making plans for lunch. you just sit there for a second longer, letting the silence settle now that the professor’s voice isn’t echoing around your brain.

you stretch, finally letting your back crack the way it’s been begging to for the past forty minutes.

heaven. freedom.

you walk out the class, silently greatful that the time was finally up.

the hallway outside is brighter than you expect. too bright. you blink, adjusting. you don’t know where you’re headed yet—maybe back to your dorm, maybe to grab caffeine strong enough to shock your system, or maybe to find sunghoon. you don't know—but your feet start moving anyway.

just as you were about to head upstairs,

ding!

the sound of a phone notification interrupts your walk.

you dig your hand into your pocket, grabbing your phone and looking at the notification.

unknown ??: hey y/n it's me emi from last week's class. remember me? unknown ??: turn around

you finish reading the texts before turning around, finding emi standing near a pillar, waving at you.

you softly smile, waving back before walking to her.

sunghoon can wait, for now.

"so, i'll send you the notes to the same number?" emi replies.

you both had been talking about random topics before she mentioned how you wanted notes.

"that'd be appreciated, yeah." you nod, putting down the drink she had gotten for you, looking around the library you were in.

your university was extremely big so there were a total of three libraries. you have no idea which one you were in.

well, more specifically, you had no idea which one you would find sunghoon in. it didn't seem like this one for sure.

"hey emi, question." you heard emi hum, still scrolling through her phone but motioning you to continue.

"you know that guy that studies in our year? brown hair, kinda quiet-looking?" you say, trying your best to sound casual.

"you literally described half of seoul's population." emi chuckled, raising her eyebrows at you.

"okay, but—" you point a finger at her, ignoring the amused look on her face, "—he’s got this... i don’t know. kind of soft look? taller than average. i ran into him near the humanities building last week."

emi tilts her head, pretending to think hard, but you can already see the smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "still sounds like every k-drama male lead ever."

you groan, leaning back in your chair. "you’re not helping." maybe you should just tell his name. would make this easier but.. you also don't really want to risk anyone figuring out how you know him.

she laughs, tucking her phone into her hoodie pocket. "okay, okay. did he look like a sunghoon?"

you blink. "..uh.. i mean.. how am i supposed to know? probably?" that is, in fact him. thank you emi!

"what? you're telling me you don't look at a person and go, 'he looks like he would be called rob.' or something?"

"okay.. in that logic, yeah! he looked like a sunghoon!" you nod, laughing at what she said.

"yeah, i know him, somewhat. what about him?" emi asked, now placing all her attention on your, curiosity in her eyes.

you sit up a little straighter. "do you know where he usually is?"

"you got a crush on him?" emi smiles.

you laugh before shaking your head. yeah, you wish it was that easy.

just as you were about to open your mouth, deny what she said, it hits you.

what exactly were you going to tell her anyways? what reason would justify wanting to know his whereabouts?

honestly, when you think about it, saying you have a crush on him wasn't too bad.

it would make sense why you would want to know his whereabouts, she wouldn't find it weird. she would probably assume it's to make conversation with him or something.

so, with all that in mind, it wasn't that bad of a reason.

other than the fact that you would very much slap yourself at night at the dumb decisions you make in the day. it's fine.

"uh.. i mean, crush might be an over exaggeration? i don't even know him.. i just think he's.. kind of cute? i mean, i wanna talk to him." you respond, fumbling with the edges of your phone case.

emi nods, almost like she didn't hear a word you say, just smiling before leaning across the table, whispering, "so are we stalking or are we casually passing by with purpose?"

you look down at your unfinished drink, then back at emi, who’s clearly trying not to laugh.

"...casual pass-by. very casual."

"mm-hmm." emi pulls out her phone again, already typing something. "i'll grab my tote bag. nothing says 'nonchalant' like aggressively carrying unread books."

"if you want to find someone, you would probably find them here. like.. almost everyone hangs out here. he's probably here somewhere too." emi says as she leads you into the outside garden.

the garden was a pretty huge but honestly pretty area with people sitting around in groups and talking.

you nod, looking around, eyes scanning the open space like you were suddenly trained in surveillance. groups of students are scattered across the grass, lounging under trees, sitting on benches, or huddled around picnic blankets. laughter floats through the air, along with the occasional strum of a guitar or the crinkle of snack bags.

“it’s basically the unofficial heart of campus,” emi says, slowing her pace so you can take it all in. “if you’re not in class or in your room, you’re probably here pretending to study or doing literally anything else.”

you hum in agreement, eyes flicking from group to group. it was nice—sunlight slipping through the trees, a breeze that made the leaves shimmer just enough to look aesthetic. if it weren’t for your current goal, you’d probably be able to relax here too.

“you see him?” emi asks, already scanning the crowd with the practiced eye of a gossip-fueled detective.

“not yet,” you murmur, scanning the crowd as well.

"wait, there he is!" you hear emi say, turning to look in her direction.

only to see her looking at someone you had never seen in your life.

"..uh? that's not him.." you raise your eyebrows, confused. are there two sunghoons here?

"nevermind.. this university is insanely big.. i doubt we can find him today.." you groan, running your hands through your hair.

that's when something caught your attention.

or more specifically, someone.

your hear emi mumble something but you don't really pay attention as you move to the side, enough so that the person's face could be in your view.

"him! that's him!" you said, loud enough for emi to hear as she turns her head towards you before looking where you were looking.

"..oh." you hear emi stop before slowly turning to you.

"y/n you might just be fucked."

you coughed, confused at her words. "what do you mean!?"

emi’s eyes were still fixed on him, wide with some mixture of surprise and maybe a little fear, like she’d just recognized a character from a book you’re not supposed to meet in real life.

“what do you mean!?” you repeat, voice a little sharper, already feeling your stomach drop.

she finally turns to look at you, her expression half apologetic, half you’re not gonna like this. “i didn’t know that was the sunghoon you were talking about.”

“okay…?” you drag out the word, heart thudding against your ribs. “so what’s the problem?”

emi leans in a little. “look, i don't know much about sunghoon himself other then the fact he is in my class but.. his friend group? the one he is sitting to there? yeah, they don't have the best reputation."

oh. that's fine. you weren't looking to actually be friends with him. you didn't care how his friends were. but...

you were also kind of curious. what kind of people does hana's brother hang out with?

"what do you mean?"

"like.. each one of them is a personality. no kidding. some in a good way and i suppose.. some in a not good way?" she paused before continuing, "look they aren't some arkham city level villains but.. don't think they are your crowd, y/n."

you nod, before looking back at them. "it's okay. i'm not going to talk to them, right? i just want to make conversation with sunghoon. just one time."

emi raises her eyebrows before shrugging. "alright, your choice! but uh.. that brings the second problem. how exactly are you going to do that?"

"just catch him when he's alone." you reply, sitting down on a nearby bench.

"why does it sound like you have ulterior motives..?"

you cough, "that's not true. just a simple conversation, you know?"

"alright.. whatever you say.." emi says before plopping down beside you.

after a couple of minutes, from the corner of your eye, you spot two guys getting up from the spot where sunghoon was.

you turn your head and realise that one of the guys was actually sunghoon. jackpot! you'll just have to get rid of that other guy somehow.

"emi, i'll be right back." you let emi know as she hums in agreement. you start walking towards the building the two guys went to.

the two guys disappear into the building just ahead of you, the tall glass doors swinging shut behind them. you push through a few seconds later, eyes immediately scanning the lobby.

you have absolutely no idea which part of the university you were in.

whatever, you just need to walk out once you're done talking.

you hide behind a notice board, trying your best to listen to their conversation a bit, just so you know that you weren't interrupting some insane conversation.

the voices echo faintly through the lobby—low, casual, and thankfully not too serious. you can’t make out every word, but the tone is light enough to relax your nerves a bit. something about a school event and a vending machine not taking coins, and then a laugh that was definitely not sunghoon's.

okay. not a breakup. not a deep philosophical debate. no high-stakes argument. just snacks and some event.

you walk out from behind the notice board, trying to act casual.

damn it, why did it have to be such an empty place!? y/n, you shouldn't have rushed this. now it's going to be awkward..

you groan, no going back now.

you cough a little, letting your presence be known to the two guys. great way to start a conversation y/n, greattt way.

sunghoon's friend turns his head and looks at you, sunghoon following suit.

you can practically hear how sunghoon's face drops, his expression bordering a glare.

"ah, sorry to bother.. but, could you give me a second? i wanted to talk to sunghoon in private." you say, trying your best to give sunghoon's friend some sort of a sweet smile, enough for him to just quickly go away.

the guy looks at sunghoon, almost as if asking him to confirm.

"heeseung, i'll meet you outside later." sunghoon speaks, avoiding eye contact with you.

the guy, who you now know is called heeseung, nods before walking away. thank god, that was easy.

as the doors to the entrance you walked through open and shut, the quietness of the building becomes even more deafening.

"look sunghoo-" you began..

"why the fuck are you here? i thought i told you to stay out of my sight." ..only to get interrupted by sunghoon.

great start!

..why does it feel like you're trying to make it up to your angry boyfriend..

you sigh before looking up at him again. "fucking hear me out! i don't have any interest talking to you either, okay?! just listen to me.. plus, you were the one who sent your friend away anyways. you want to hear me out."

you waited a bit, and when you realised sunghoon had somewhat agreed to listening to you, you let out a sigh of relief before beginning.

“look sunghoon. in no way am i trying to throw salt on your wounds but you were the one at the funeral acting like you had something to say, and then said nothing at all.”

sunghoon’s jaw clenched. “you don’t get to bring that up.”

“no?” you scoffed, stepping forward. “because i will. because you stood there, at hana's funeral, glaring at me like i murdered her myself, and i still waited for you to ask me if it was true. but you didn’t. you just decided.”

he doesn’t say anything—just looks at you like he’s barely keeping himself from exploding.

"but you did." he said, boring into you with an unexplainable look.

"no! thats the problem! i didn’t! yet no one.. no fucking one is giving me a chance to defend myself." you paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, "look, i know.. how pathetic this sounds coming from me but you have to trust me.. i apologised to her before summer break. i fucking cut her off. she was the one who didn't talk to me. why would she still take such a step because of me? it doesen't make sense does i-“

sunghoon scoffed, cutting you off. “maybe it's because you did. nice speech, but do you think i’m an idiot? everyone knew hana couldn’t stand you back in high school. and let’s not pretend you didn’t earn that reputation—you were practically famous for it.”

"and that's your reason? hana couldn't stand half the school, sunghoon. you aren't actually going to say the whole school is responsible for her suicide, are you?"

"but did half the school make her life hell? because as far as i remember, that was all you, y/n." sunghoon began once again, “you bullied her. you and your friends made her life hell for years. and then one summer, she’s gone?” he scoffed, “do the math.”

you felt broken. you felt like going non-verbal. but alas, that wasn’t an option.

“i know what i did. i’ve gone over it a thousand times in my head. i was awful to her. but sunghoon… i swear to you, i didn’t—”

sunghoon spoke, once again cutting you off, his tone sharper, “you didn’t what? didn’t push her hard enough? didn’t text her the night before and tell her to do it?”

no! can he just fucking listen to you?! “no! i didn’t want her dead! goddamnit, i didn’t want her fucking dead. —i changed, like i said, i apologised! she stopped replying, and i thought maybe she needed space. sunghoon, you don’t fucking know the full story. never, ever, have any of you tried to hear me out!”

you don't know the half of it. you wanted to yell so bad. it's the same thing all over again. everyone only saw hana's side of the story.

it was driving you insane.

you never would have taken this step. talked to sunghoon if it wasn't for that message. that one line.

'i'll make sure you start wishing it was you instead'

that message hana sent the day before her suicide. the message you hadn't opened.

that, was what convinced you. she didn't do this because you drove her to do this. she wanted you to be blamed for this. but there was definitely something else. something else that made her want you to know.

hana, the poor victim.

hana, the girl targeted by the rotten bully.

hana, the girl who commit suicide.

they never bothered to see your side of the story. you were just a footnote as the villain in her story.

you weren't some angel, for sure.

even if you know you didn’t do it,

you’d still carry the guilt.

but at least you accept that. you fucking know that and you were trying to change for the better. trying to undo those stupid childish mistakes you made.

hana was one of the mistakes.

"no. no y/n. you don’t get to play the victim. not now. i think i know enough.” sunghoon replied, returning your energy before turning around.

you called back, trying your best to control your emotions. “i’m not playing anything. i’ll carry the guilt of what i did for the rest of my life, even if not for this. i know i will. but if you think reopening the case and blaming me will bring her back, then fine—do it. i’ll answer everything. just…

don’t lie to yourself about what really happened.”

sunghoon turned around at yours words, narrowing his eyes at you as you continued.

“sunghoon, i knew you won’t trust me. and honestly? you have every right to not do so. but just, even if it’s just a second of thought, think about my words.”

maybe you were going insane or just lacked sleep, but you swore you saw sunghoon’s eyes soften just a little.

..only for that same glare to be back in his eyes as he scoffed, ignoring my words completely.

"i don't have proper evidence to cite you as a suspect yet. that's the only reason i still haven't gotten the case reopened." sunghoon paused to look at you.

"and the moment i get that evidence?

i'll make sure the world knows just how rotten you are."

and with those words, sunghoon practically stormed out of the building, accompanied by a weird click sound that you were to distracted to investigate.

that went great.

you wanted to breakdown. fall against the wall and scream out to anyone who was willing to listen.

you felt so wronged.

you weren’t a good person, you knew that. but why was no one willing to hear you out..?

you would always carry that guilt but this?

this wasn’t your fault. that stupid fucking message.

you wish you could show it but it was a fucking one time view message. of course it was. hana knew.

why?

why!? why did she want you to suffer even after you apologised to her!? why can’t she fucking leave you alone even after she’s gone!?

of course, that was her goal. hana wanted you to suffer even after she was gone. that was just who she was.

and most of all? she wanted you to know. she wanted you and only you to know the truth. and to make sure you knew that she wanted this to happen. make sure no one else knew. make you feel utterly fucking helpless.

and she was right. no one would believe you, would they?

sunghoon would probably only crash out further. after all, he definitely isn’t going to believe the person who used to bully his dead sister. you know that well by now.

you wish you never opened that message.

you feel like a mentally ill patient.

you groan, walking towards the entrance. it was getting late and you needed to distract yourself from this stupid mess.

finally reaching the entrance, and you suppose exit too, you place your fingers on the glass door, pushing it to open.

you feel it not budge at all.

you push again.

it doesn’t budge.

you push once again.

it doesn’t budge, once again.

what the fuck? why is this door not opening right now? of all times for it to get stuck..!

you try to push the door a bit harder when your eyes fall onto the lock on the door.

oh..

and then it clicks. (literally)

yeah, you’re doomed.

that’s what that click sound was.

the door is a fucking manual lock door.

this door is always left open with a support at the foot because if it does get closed, it becomes locked unless someone opens it from the outside.

sunghoon, that bastard..

he locked you in, didn’t he?

end note: hope u enjoyed <33 sorry for the late release trust me im tryna get a proper release schedule for this sigh and sorry for the slow pace trust me we r getting there ALSO TYSM FOR THE SUPPORT ILOVEYALL

taglist: @arcvillie @mochi13 @chocminteu @outroherrr @gyurilla

(sorry if i missed anyone, please lmk if i missed u) mdni, hate comments will be deleted. please let me know either in the comments or inbox if you want to be added to the taglist <33

[galaxy-fleur]

re: Leon's longtime friend

How would his first time with them be like? if they're in the same branch of work and have worked out their feelings and all that :)

So, I kinda answered both of these with just a single post, hope it's ok! Pretty much just general thoughts here. Written with Remake-verse Leon in mind <3

When it comes to sex, honestly.... I feel like he's pretty basic with his partner, unless they suggest to try out something new to him themselves, in which case he's totally down for it. That's not at all a bad thing though, basic positions are known as basic for a reason, and that's because they feel good! I kind of feel like he'll want to be able see his partner's eyes during intercourse, so he tends to prefer something like missionary (a classic, but for good reason!), or holding his partner up against the wall if we're talking more spontaneous quickie. At least there's something good to come out of his grueling training, y'know. He's definitely the type to either rest his forehead against yours or make-out with you in the middle of fucking.

And while I actually don't think he's big on dirty talk, I do think he's actually pretty communicative with his partner. He's a bit blunt about it, but it's a good kind of blunt. Especially when your brain is all fuzzy and woozy with hormones.

Something like: 'Does this feel good?', 'You wanna switch?', 'Faster, yeah?'

He's easy to communicate with, and that makes for a really comfortable experience.

He sucks at actual dirty talk though. Please don't ask him to do that; he'll either make you laugh out loud when you two are getting rowdy and then feel horribly embarrassed about the whole ordeal, or he'll die of embarrassment attempting to mimic some awful porn dialogue he's seen beforehand. That's not to say he can't learn! You'll just have to guide him in that department. It's sweet of him to try. He'll get there with some practice. He certainly won't mind some dirty talk on your end, however. Perhaps you could teach him the basics.

And while he may not be good at dirty talk, he doesn't even need it more often than not.

When he's being genuine instead of trying to play up some role, it's hot as hell. Lots of small praises and occasional swears along with situational comments. He's also very good at giving directions and commands. Has the perfect intonation for it, too. Very curt with his words, but it honestly just makes it hotter in the heat of the moment.

Something like: 'Eyes up.' 'Lift your leg.' 'Lay back.'

Massive cowgirl lover, with his partner facing him. He folds every time his partner is the one in charge, and he wants to be able to look at them and grope at them the entire time they're doing their thing. Again, probably lots of soft praises sprinkled in here and there. And yes, that includes 'good girl/boy'. Also gets kind of whiney during cowgirl specifically. Something about just sitting back and letting go of control for a while just makes him fall apart in the best way possible. He loves it when his brain gets blissfully empty, with nothing but the other's touch being there to fill it.

I'd say another one of his favorites is sideways missionary during lazy mornings and after his assignments. When he's feeling especially tired but craves to experience that feeling of intimacy regardless. This one is reserved for lazy sex with feelings, so he gets especially soft with this one. Peppering light kisses all over and whispering sweet nothings in that raspy, drowsy voice of his. It's special in its own wonderful way.

This probably goes without saying, but Leon's a massive oral enjoyer. Primarily on the giving end, whether it's eating pussy or sucking dick. Once more, he would rather stare at his partner all the while, hence positions that allow him to do so are preferred. He gets off on his partner feeling good, so you can very well expect him to give you his all each and every time. And with him being a naturally perceptive person, it won't take him long to figure out what makes you tick the most. I'd say that... most times he has sex will include him giving oral in it. It's kinda cute, because he will get all huffy about it if you are in a hurry, and he can't enjoy himself too much.

While he does prefer giving oral, he's more than happy to be on the receiving end, too. Like I said before, being given the opportunity to just let go and not think about anything is something he definitely craves. What better way to do that than have his partner suck him off? Again, gets all whiney and breathless with it. Regardless of the taste of his own cum on your lips, he always gives you a deep thank-you kiss afterward.

On that note, he's also pretty gross. Not in a weird way or anything, but he is utterly unfazed by getting any bodily fluids on him or inside him. He'll probably just shrug and say that it's way better than sewage water or bioweapon gunk. It's hard to argue with that. And it's hot, in a way. Him being so unperturbed by leaking up whatever mess you've made. Still best to brush your teeth and take a shower afterwards, though.

And while all of this is pretty basic, it stands true that he's willing to try anything with his partner if they're a bit more adventurous and experimental. It's more about him just not knowing most of the stuff than his unwillingness to try. However, I do believe that the idea of very rough sex would lead to some problems with him. And that's something that only really happens with his s/o. He has no issue fucking a one-night stand into the mattress to get his frustrations out, knowing they're enjoying it, but if he has feelings for that person, he'll kinda feel bad about it if he gets too in the moment and misuses his strength on them. It's not impossible by any means, but he'll have to be eased into it a bit. The last thing he wants is to hurt the one person he strives to protects the most. It's a difficult dichotomy for him to overcome. But with care and effective communication, anything is possible!

I also don't think he would enjoy getting choked. For obvious reasons.

His sex life is honestly very different depending on who he's having sex with. For example, I'd say he's actually a huge doggy style enjoyer with casual hookups, but with his partner, he'll automatically prefer something that will let him look them in the face directly. Both feel good in different ways.

In terms of his style of fucking and how loud or quiet he is, I don't see him moaning in a pornographic way or anything, but he's also not completely silent. Although I do think he actually made that mistake early on in his life because he had this popular misconception that men being vocal during sex is somehow weird. So he was stiff as hell and trying to stay quiet with his first couple of partners. It's why I think that his first couple of times sucked ass for both parties involved.

He doesn't figure it out until he has a partner who goes all: 'hold the fuck up, why are you stiff as a wooden pole and trying to be quiet?? I wanna hear you feel good?'

And he goes: '....wait, you do?'

I'll just say that rookie Leon experienced his fair share of learning curves.

Once more, I believe it all depends on the type of sex he is having and with whom. Your typical, everyday fucking session? Rough pants waffling over your ear, occasional grunts and groans when he feels real good. The deep, rumbly ones that emanate directly from the middle of his chest. These noises are hot as hell, especially when he is pressed up flush against you, and you can literally feel the vibrations. Will probably either gasp or let out a choked groan when he cums, but it'll be muffled. Either by kissing his partner or by pressing his face against their shoulder.

He's noticeably more vocal when it's an emotionally charged intimacy, especially if he's pent-up with emotions. If he wants this person, for more than their body and fun personality, everything just feels that much more intense. (on that note, I do think his hookups are chosen on more than just him finding someone hot physically, he actually has to enjoy their company to wanna stick his dick into them, and he does care about his casual partners too. He's not just having sex without caring for the needs of the one he's having sex with.) More than anything, Leon wants to feel wanted, and while he's fine with someone just wanting his body and status - hell, he even seeks out that sort of physical comfort - being touched by and being wanted like that by someone who he has an emotional attachment to? Oh, he's in a completely different headspace here. Lots of breath hitches and an occasional muffled 'mmh' noises from him during foreplay. That's because he'll find himself attempting to hold back a little.

Shaky breaths and moans poured into the kisses. If he's the one giving oral, will full out whine and growl against you because you feeling good because of him just turns him on that much. Actually moans out and gets a bit chatty if he's the one getting head. He'll sorta hold back at first, but will have his head thrown back and prolonged moans and groans leaving his lips soon after. Along with a strings of: 'fuck, just like that', or 'you feel so fucking good', or, if you find a particularly weak spot of his, a sharp gasp followed by 'oh God!' And your name sprinkled in there, too.

When it comes to actual intercourse, once again: sharp pants and an occasional rumbly groan. But this time he'll probably either be looking into your eyes or having your foreheads touching, so every noise is kinda that much more intense with that. He'll also kiss... a lot, and will straight up moan out into these kisses. In a somewhat higher pitch as well. Will probably chant your name before cumming. Which sounds hot as hell and probably have you get close just by hearing that. Once more, will most likely cum while kissing you.

Leon's pretty big on communicating through touch, though he is probably more subtle about it than his OG counterpart would be. I genuinely think he's way more obvious about him wanting to fuck than he thinks he is, once you figure him out. Will keep staring at you like a cat almost without as much as blinking. (Which is... a bit creepy, but don't tell him that bc he'll get self-conscious about it ☹). Will persist in attempting to touch you in some way, whether it's fumbling with the belt loop of your jeans or keeping a hand on your lower back wherever you go, for no apparent reason. Overall just acting real clingy.

As you're cooking, he might approach you to wrap his arms around your waist and plant feather-light kisses from your jawline down the side of your neck, which would eventually grow into hot, open-mouthed kisses. Or him putting a hand on your thigh as you're seating on the couch (or maybe at a meeting if we're feeling extra frisky here) and kneading at it gently before tilting his head to press a kiss to your lips that, too, turns more heated once it starts. Sometimes, though, he will just be honest about it. Like when you're making out in the kitchen and he just pulls back and says: '...Bedroom'.

Leon's also great at aftercare. A bit too great sometimes, because he tends to focus solely on you, so make sure to pamper him, too! Will have you all nice and cleaned up with you not having to lift a finger. Even with a snack offered to you as a bonus. His favorite is taking a bath together, if you're feeling up to it, though. Something about the soft intimacy of it just makes his heart feel warm.

[notmorbid]

andor: season 1.

dialogue prompts from the first season of andor.

is there something amusing?

what are you? seriously?

nobody here gives their real name.

if it's not important, why not tell me?

don't tell anybody you saw me. don't tell anybody you know where i am.

do i ask about your personal life?

i'm gonna do us a favor and not mention this happened.

you're gonna get us both in trouble.

we're done. no more favors. no more deals.

there comes a time when the risk of doing nothing is the greatest risk of all.

you know what they say: if you can't find it here, it's not worth finding.

i'll be back. i'll find a way.

don't let them scare you.

i need to think. just let me think.

you just walk in like you belong.

the arrogance is remarkable, isn't it?

why would i go anywhere with you?

i thought there was time to figure it out, but i was wrong.

are you being intentionally vague?

you might want to steady the ladder before you start climbing.

being a leader isn't something one just turns on and off.

any civilized being knows an open invitation is no invitation at all.

the axe forgets, but the tree remembers.

i didn't mark you for a team player.

don't touch me. you want something, you tell me.

we'll make a _____ of you yet.

you should go. i didn't realize how late it was.

who brings a treasure to a robbery?

i need to know who i'm riding with.

we'll talk when we're safe.

there's a difference between fear and losing your nerve.

i don't really know what to call how i feel now.

it'll all be over this time tomorrow.

wipe the smile off your face.

i'm just saying out loud what you already know.

i believe that we have laws for a reason.

every loss is different. every one's the same.

receiving messages is just as dangerous as sending them. you should keep that in mind.

since when do you lock the door?

drink up, and keep smiling.

as long as everyone thinks i'm an irritation, there's a good chance they'll miss what i'm really doing.

i ran into a wall, like i do.

you need to get as far away from here as you can.

you need to forget about me.

i've been lying around waiting to die long enough.

you can't stay, and i can't go.

what happened was not your responsibility. you were a child.

is that your defense? that you've been 'careful'?

systems either change or die.

i'm just a tourist.

i can't help but wonder what people are saying.

one forgets to appreciate the familiar.

that's cold, even for you.

the struggle will always come first. we take what's left.

i'm a mirror. you love me because i show you what you need to see.

i'm thinking clearly and you're not.

aren't you tired of arguing with people who agree with you?

why don't you go try it on?

you don't have time to be stupid.

i'd rather die trying to take them down than die giving them what they want.

everyone says you're very direct.

our positions sometimes make decisions for us.

if you want to say something, you should say it now.

whatever happens now, we made it.

i need all the heroes i can get.

i don't want to be alone.

do we have a choice?

we have rules for a reason. you don't seem to understand that.

i can't leave you here alone. ___ wouldn't want that.

i'm in so much trouble.

you have people everywhere, don't you?

how many do you think made it? how many of us made it out alive?

we should split up. one of us has to make it.

the man who sees everything is more blessed than cursed.

oppression is the mask of fear. remember that.

i love you more than anything you could ever do wrong.

i should say thank you.

it's not my blood.

i'd have more confidence if you were coming.

what game is this?

[amysgiantbees]

I LOVE Wyll and I understand why they did the rewrites I think he's a wonderful character and wouldn't trade him for his EA counterpart. However, since they chose to rewrite him the lack of material does a disservice to his character.

I love Gale and Astarion and would not change their stories for the world but they aren't really integral to the main plot. Wyll is though. Yet Astarion especially has SO much dialogue he comments on EVERYTHING and Wyll barely has anything to say even on the stuff that's important to him, like Gortash's coronation. It's called Baulder's Gate 3 yet the son of a BG duke has almost nothing to say. He's a monster hunter and we're fighting mind-flayers. There's rarely an instance where you couldn't come up with something for him to say.

It's just so heart braking that Theo, his voice actor, is so passionate about and loved doing his romance scenes so much but Wyll has the least amount of hours dedicated to it.

Scenes I would have liked:

Wyll talking to a child or an innocent post Karlach and he either gets hugged and gets to be surprised that people still see him as heroic. Or he's a bit too smug about it or guilty if he killed Karlach.

Wyll meeting up with a member of the flaming fist he used to know in Act 3- maybe they were trainees together when they were teens - and getting to talk about the old days like Karlach and her friend.

Wyll getting to be really surprised Florrick still wants his help in Moonrise after he's been transformed and she puts 2 and 2 together at his reaction and asks if this is why he left Balder's Gate and he tells her that his father asked him to leave. Florrick can agree or disagree depending on whether Wyll is on a good route and become a pseudo parental/familial figure.

The companions dialogue reaction to him braking his pact is fixed so everyone is more like how they react to Shadowheart killing her parents and aren't instead jumping down his throat like he's a power hungry maniac. It's clearly leftovers from EA Wyll when he was more power hungry but it throws his whole character off because clearly this version doesn't struggle with selflessness, he is nothing but! He needs to put himself first over his dad for once in his life. Like the only one I even kind of like is Halsin's dialogue about how a plant sometimes need to strangle a tree to find it's own light. I'm wondering if that isn't something to do with Halsin being expanded upon later in development so it was easier to match it to the new Wyll. Like Wyll damning himself for eternity is satisfying if he's been selfish, but at present it's just him risking himself again and not even for someone we know yet (or *spoilers* someone useful like all the dragon tip does is give us a bit more info about the Emperor and give Wyll some confidence(but that's less Ravenguard's fault and more the writers for not giving Wyll a proper Act 3 quest)).

I think it's VERY bold of Ravengaurd to say he WILL make it up to Wyll. Not that he'll try but that he knows he can make it up to him. Despite throwing out the sweetest teen on earth even though he was clearly trying to tell him something. Despite likely hearing about the Blade of Fronteir's exploits and never reaching out. Even after being rescued by him to just be still so full of bitterness. Despite all his failings as a father and always putting his reputation and Baulder's Gate above his son he really thinks it'll all be water under the bridge soon. So, I would like it if your TAV was able to challenge this assumption.

I would like it rewritten so Wyll actually has it out with his Dad instead of tadpoling him what has happened post rescue. Let them actually talk finally. Wyll lacks so much agency and could really use a dramatic moment like everyone else gets in Act 3 to shine.

I would love if your approval is high enough or you're romancing him for you to be able to see his walls come down once. I think it would be so powerful if after this whole journey he's been so composed and careful and then whatever happens with the contract in Act 3 he lets you see how he really feels for once. Like you still have your talk and he's all composed and tells you he just needs some time. However, later that night when you've gone for a long rest you catch him on the roof of the Elfsong or something. He could be crying, or praying to Tyr to save his father, or screaming, summoning dark tendrils of magic and yelling about how he resents his power.

Also Florrick should not show up if you break the contract unless the Duke is dead. It screws up Mizora's dialogue and brakes it a bit. Like if Florrick didn't show up till after you killed Orin that would probably work because if you kill Orin first you probably aren't going to kill Gortash or go down to the Iron Throne. Or at least give it a long rest or two before she shows up.

There's also just dialogue that does not fit that's leftovers from EA I believe. Like after braking the pact TAV being able to tell Wyll he shouldn't be a duke because he's too power hungry. Or even the companion dialogue where Wyll is a bit of a playboy and flirts with Lazel and then Shadowheart immediately afterwards - it totally goes against his hopeless romantic nature. Not that I want them to take even more content away from him though.

[cryptidcat5105]

Sky wielders AU

Part 1 | Art ... Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

This one has quite a bit of dialogue so if you like that you're in for a treat :)

As usual, spoilers for the empyrean series. Enjoy!

Kay, so, challenges are back and our girl Violet's gotta fight the resident bully, Jack Barlow. Liam is ready to bolt and get Xaden as soon as Violet gives him the go ahead but the sky wielders are not bound by any such promises so as soon as jack Barlow enters the chat the wielders are going crazy because holy shit, he's a venin.

Kate runs like mad to go get Xaden and all the other first years start rapid firing tips and tricks on how to avoid getting drained. Iron squad has no clue what the hell they're talking about but Liam has gone white as a sheet so they're assuming it's bad.

Unfortunately for everyone Xaden still doesn't make it in time to stopped the match but doesn't get mad at Liam because when he finds him, he's propped against the wall seemingly passed out, with Sawyer and Owen shaking his shoulders trying to wake him.

Both Liam and Violet end up in the Healers quadrant and when our favorite blond wakes up he's still a bit panicky

Liam: We-were they serious?

Violet: Hmm?

Liam: About Barlow. Is he really a...?

Violet: Oh, yeah! Definitely. The flow of magic matched and everything. He even tried to overcharge me with power believe it or not.

Liam: ...How did you find out?

Violet: As I said, his magic is different.

Liam: No, I mean, how did you discover... their existence?

Violet: Ah! Kate came to me for help after she turned .

Liam: wha-?

Violet then promised to explain once they have more privacy. Once they're out of the Healer's quadrant they meet in Owen's room, who throws up a privacy ward and Violet explains what she and the sky wielders have been up to since the beginning of the year.

Liam: So your telling me you somehow found a "cure" for venin and have been actively training them to wielder power directly from the sky instead of their extremely powerful dragons and my own roommate is a sky venin? More importantly, there's more "normal" venin in the quadrant?

Owen, flashing his silver eyes: We prefer sky wielders not sky venin, but yes to everything

Violet: I mean, most venin are killed within days of first channeling so we're not really worried about them

Liam: Not worried- Violet! They're the very thing threatening our borders! You should be downright terrified! I can tell that your... Sky wielders are no longer an enemy, but they're a minority, most venin would be more than happy to drain you and move on without a second thought about a "cure"!

Violet: Liam...

Liam: Why did you decide to tell me? Just because I overheard?

Owen: I was actually thinking about telling you before war games starts. I just needed to ask Sage first. *Points at Violet* Obviously she decided to one up me.

Violet: We knew that the marked ones knew about venin ever since you told me about the rebellion. And I know this is huge to ask but you can't tell anyone about what we've been doing. Please.

Liam: Xaden's gonna kill me if I don't tell him about venin in the godsdamned quadrant!

Violet: Then tell him, just leave my sky wielders out of it! You don't betray Xaden's trust to me, but you don't betray my trust to him either

Liam: ... Ok... Alright. That, I think I can do.

Owen: We owe you one, blondie.

Poor Liam has a lot to process after this one but he'll be fine, he's tough.

Anyway, Violet gets her tension filled sparring scene and gains her alloy daggers. She notes that they're imbued with power, each rune accompanied by a specific magic pattern. She figures she'll either ask Xaden or Liam what each of them do later. (Liam did not tell Xaden that Violet knows about the venin so he doesn't tell her what the daggers are really for)

And so the War games begin! The iron squad has to aquire the one thing that'll give the enemy an advantage ... So breaking into general Sorrengail's office was the most logical answer (followed right after by stealing Devera's underwear ofc)

Once in the office everyone is looking around for anything useful, then Violet looks at the map on the wall behind the desk

Violet: Is it just me or is the map different from the one in Battle Brief?

Rhiannon: Holy shit, you're right!

Imogen and Liam: !!!

Violet picks up a sheet of paper and roughly sketches the map while Sawyer and Ridoc are trying to get it off the wall. Once done Violet stuffs the paper in her pocket and they all skidadle out of there. They obviously win the round and are very smug about it. (The paper gets hidden in the Fables of the Barren btw)

The Monserrat visit really doesn't change much. The only notable thing is that Violet and Xaden can speak mind to mind now and Violet is not happy she has a fourth headmate now. The dragons were enough, thanks! Later when they return to Basgiath and after Violet finds out that her sister is fine she finally gets the iron squad and the first year sky wielders to gather in her room (that's about 9 people but I'm sure they can manage in order to get the juicy gossip) Violet is complaining about Xaden having a link to her now and after a few moments a positively devious grin spreads on Kate's face

Kate: Speur has a few suggestions for what you can do depending on how low you're willing to stoop!

Violet: When I can't go any lower I'll just take a shovel and start digging! Tell me what what she's got!

Tairn, still in denial: THIS IS NOT HAPPENIIING!

Andarna, munching on a goat: This is top entertainment, what are you talking about?

Xaden and Violet get to bond some more during sparring, Xaden telling Violet about being an only child and about his scars and she tells him about her siblings and how everyone joked that she looked like a venin when she was little. He tenses a bit at that but quickly relaxes.

Xaden: nah, I'm pretty sure they aren't 5 foot nothing spitfires, like you. Plus, you're far scarier than a folk tale with all your poisons and daggers.

First battle of war games begins: First Wing vs Fourth Wing

Poor Liam still gets stabbed through the gut and Andarna stops time for Violet to catch him but this time a giant orange daggertail flies right past Tairn and gets between Deigh and Baide, nearly biting the latter's muzzle off.

Ari, somewhere in the distance: WHAT THE FUCK, OWEN! THAT'S OUR TEAMMATE!

Owen, with all his anger issues on display: HE WAS TRYING TO KILL MY ROOMMATE!

Anyway after the dragons separate Violet drops a mountain on Barlow, rightfully so. (They all think he died since he was still an initiate)

Violet doesn't feel any guilt for killing Barlow cause he was venin and all but she asks herself "what if it was just a normal rider in his place?" and she starts to spiral. Fast forward Xaden finds her and they proceed to have armoire breaking levels of banging and she wakes up with violets by her bedside the next morning. (Denial is a river in Egypt! You are in love with her, Shadow boy!)

Uh, Reunification Day Event? I really don't see the purpose of this being held in the rider's quadrant, but ok. Xaden and Violet confess their undying love for each other and destroy her room again. Then they get promptly thrown into War games again and the crew is sent off to Athebyne. Pretty much the same as canon 👍

They stop at the lake and the Gryphon fliers show up and Violet is ready for a fight but Liam just calmly puts a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head. Violet is hella confused but doesn't really care enough about the marked ones commiting treason. She's not a hypocrite, she knows she's been commiting treason as well by protecting her sky wielders.

Syrena informs Xaden about a nearby venin attack and which piques Violet's interest but the fliers all freak the fuck out after seeing her.

Violet: 😐😑😐

Xaden: Stop screaming, she's not venin! Stop! Go away! (Imagine him spraying them with a water bottle)

Xaden: Violence, I can explain!

Violet: Kay.

Xaden: I never lie to- wait, "Kay"?

Violet: Mhm!

Xaden: You're not mad?

Violet: Nope.

Xaden, turns to Liam: ... Should I be worried?

Liam: Nah, she'll tell you later. Let's just get War games over with first.

They arrive at the outpost and realized they've been sent here to die. Now Violet's feeling really betrayed by Dain and is on a war path. They all decide to go help at Resson when suddenly 4 huge dragons land outside with Speur, the frost blue morningstartail at the front

Violet, leaning out the window: What are you idiots doing here?!

Kate: After Chopai *points to a green clubtail* relayed that you were heading here there was nothing stopping Speur from following! So we decided that if we're breaking the rules, might as well do it together!

Xaden, to Violet: We are not bringing them into this-

Violet: They're already involved! *Turns to Kate* Wanna fight some venin with us?

The sky wielders: FUCK YEAH!

The marked ones: 😐 okay

Dallas, Chopai's rider: So, where to?

They all get to Resson and some general badassery goes down. Soleil still dies but I'm sure no one's too upset about that. Deigh still gets attack by a wyvern and Liam lands on Tairn. I'm pretty sure he broke some ribs there but he'll be fiiiine.

Ionnsaigh, Ari's red swordtail promptly comes to the rescue. Once they're on solid ground Deigh is thankfully not dead, but he's still pretty injured.

Owen: If I had a nickel for a every time you fell of your dragon, nearly died and got saved by Violet, I'd have two nickels. Which is weird because I vividly remember telling you YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE!

Liam: heh 🥲

Ari: Kate, can you hurry up mending the dragon. I think Liam would appreciate some help as well.

Kate, pouring everything she's got into mending Deigh: I JUST MANIFESTED THIS SIGNET, LEAVE ME ALONE!

Once they're into a stable enough condition to transport Sgiath, Owen's dragon takes Deigh, while Owen is holding tightly onto Liam, muttering curses under his breath. They're heading for the border to wait until the battle is finished.

Of course Violet then goes ahead and gets stabbed with a poisoned dagger, that's just part of the course.

Violet is slowly waking up and the first thing she notices is the two power flows coming from each side of her bed. On her right was Liam, sleeping with his head on the bed in a position that must not be very comfortable and on her right was Xaden, who looks like the gods just answered his prayers.

Xaden, softly: Morning sleepyhead!

Violet, in the same tone: Hey! How long was I out?

Xaden: Three days.

Violet: Well, that's inconvenient.

Xaden: Heh, only you would call nearly dying an inconvenience!

Xaden moves to sit on the bed with her and Violet rests her head on his shoulder. Once they settle down Violet reaches out a hand to card her fingers through Liam's hair, who was slowly stirring awake.

Violet: Good to see you're fine as well!

Liam: Oh thank gods you're awake!

Violet, slowly moving her hand to touch his bandaged forehead: How did this happen? I don't remember a head wound.

Liam: After I got mended Owen hit me with a chair for nearly dying. Admittedly Dallas and Ari put up a good fight to stop him but he still got me good. Kate offered to mend me but I figured that Owen would just throw another unexpected object at me if she does.

Violet, nodding: Yeah that sounds like them.

Violet: Where are we anyway? It looks like the architecture from Aretia but it can't possibly be- *sees Liam's and Xaden's strained smiles* O-kay, we're in Aretia. Cool, cool cool. Did you know I was born here?

Xaden and Liam:

A little while later they explained how Kate couldn't mend her completely so they had to bring her here to their mender. That's when someone knocks at the door and Violet feels a new flow of power. She's never sense this particular one before but it feels... Familiar.

The door opens and in walks Brennan with a sheepishly smile on his face

Brennan: welcome to the revolution, Vi!

Xaden, frantically: I can explain!

Violet without breaking eye contact with Brennan, shuts Xaden up with a finger on his lips.

Violet, still not breaking eye contact: Did you know about this, Liam?

Liam: ...yea

Violet: Right! Where's that chair Owen threw at you? I want my turn.

(Violet is gonna throw that chair at all three of them)

AND THAT'S THE END OF FOURTH WING ✨✨✨

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[stormyoceans]

i've been plagued by junpo for weeks and apparently my brain decided that i couldn't move on until i wrote down a possible confession between them soooooo. here it is i guess?

[based on this ten years later post thamepo breakup scenario. very messy, very rough, with no proofreading done because knowing myself i'd just delete everything otherwise. is half of it complete nonsense for someone who isn't in my brain? yes. is it ooc? most likely. still, i need to put this somewhere and let it go. also the funniest thing is that the actual confession of feelings is just a dialogue outline because i wanted to write them kissing. i need a mental health crisis intervention team in the room with me rn immediately]

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“You like me.”

Po’s voice was soft but resolute, cutting through the low hum of the city. Rain had left a glistening sheen on the ground, and the air hung heavy and damp around them.

Jun’s smile froze on his face, a flash of horror striking his features like lightning, there and gone in the blink of an eye before he was able to catch himself and smooth his expression out into a mask of amused indifference. If Po didn't miss it, it was only because this time he was actually looking for it. He wondered how many other things he had failed to notice when it came to Jun.

"Did you go out for drinks with P'Fern again?" Jun asked. The corner of his mouth was tilted into a slight smirk, but the playfulness in his voice sounded strained in a way that didn't quite hide the underlying panic. "Come on," he said, taking his phone out from his back pocket and unlocking it with a quick sweep of his thumb, "I'll book a taxi to get you home."

Po recognized the evasion for what it really was: an outing. He could take what Jun was offering, pretend to be drunk, and ignore to have ever acknowledged Jun's feelings out loud. He was sure Jun would still be showing up in the morning with a cup of Po's favorite coffee like nothing had happened, but Po was tired of running, and he wasn't going to let Jun keep doing that either.

Po took a step forward and put a hand on top of Jun's phone, closing his fingers around it and brushing against Jun's own.

"You like me," Po repeated, the words hanging in the air like a challenge. "You have liked me for the past ten years."

Jun’s sharp eyes flickered with something Po couldn’t quite decipher, and for a moment he thought Jun might try to run away for real, but then Jun sighed, shoulder slumping. He slipped away from Po’s hold, sliding his phone back into his pocket and putting space between them by leaning against the wall.

“Was it Pepper?”

Po would have felt offended by Jun implying that he couldn’t have figured it out by himself, but after ten years of obliviousness, he guessed he probably deserved it. Jun wasn’t wrong either: Po did need someone else to clue him in. He just wasn’t sure how Jun would take it.

He hesitated, then answered truthfully. “Thame.”

He didn’t expect Jun to laugh.

“Makes sense,” Jun said, staring into the distance like he was talking to himself rather than Po. “He always liked to fight fair.”

None of this makes sense, Po thought. It’s not like he hadn’t believed Thame when he had told Po Jun liked him, he wouldn’t be standing there otherwise, but to have Jun not even fighting the claim just made the weight of it feel that much more real. A pang of sadness made his chest hurt.

“You're not even gonna try to deny it,” Po said, voice soft.

Jun met Po's gaze, his eyes dark and guarded. "What's the point? You clearly seem set on talking about it.” He buried his hands in the pockets of his jacket and crossed his legs at the ankles, giving off an air of disinterest. His tone sounded resigned, though, almost weary. “Say your piece, so we can be done with it and move on.”

“The other night…" Po started, his voice barely a whisper. “If you like me, why did you push me away? I don't understand.”

Po wanted to point out that if moving on had ever been an option, Jun would have done it ten years ago, but he swallowed down the words. He wanted answers, and antagonizing Jun wasn't going to bring him any.

He took a step forward. “The other night…" he started.

Despite trying his best to look indifferent, Jun's shoulders tensed up. He swallowed, and Po's eyes were drawn to the sharp movement of his Adam's apple. Po's fingers tingled with the need to reach out and touch. He could still feel the warmth of Jun's skin under them, could still remember the flush of it as Po had brushed Jun's hair away from his forehead. Jun had swallowed then too, his eyes blown wide and dark. In that moment, just for a moment, Po had been sure his feelings weren't one sided, but then Jun had left.

“If you like me, why did you push me away?" Po pressed. "I don’t understand.”

Jun clenched his jaw, avoiding Po's eyes again, and leaned forward to poke Po's cheek in that patronizing way he knew Po hated. "Don’t hurt your pretty brain about it," he said. "Just forget it ever happened.”

His words were cold, calculated, and Po was having none of it. Before Jun could hide his hand back into his pocket, Po grabbed his wrist.

“I never took you for a coward,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment.

Jun's eyes flashed with something akin to anger, and when he smirked, his smile had a cruel tint to it. “I just know when to cut my losses and you’re not a good investment.”

Po’s chest ached at his words, even though he knew Jun was just trying to hurt him, to create distance between them. His grip on Jun's wrist tightened. “So my feelings don’t matter at all?”

Jun yanked his wrist out of Po's hold. “What feelings?" he spit out. "You’re just confused because you broke up with Thame and we’ve spent a lot of time working together.”

"Ai'Jun!" Po snapped.

Po had always considered himself a patient person, someone calm and levelheaded, but somehow Jun had always been able to make his temper flare up. He took a deep breath, reining his emotions in. Whatever narrative Jun had crafted in his head, Po knew he had to make Jun understand it was wrong.

“Thame and I broke up two years ago," he explained. "Whatever was between us it’s been over for a long while.”

Jun scoffed. "Oh, please," he said. "If you two want to fool yourselves, be my guest, but I’m not an idiot.”

He just sounded so sure, so absolute, like he knew Po better than Po knew himself. Po could feel the blood rushing to his head, and before he could realize what he was doing he was towering over Jun, crowding him against the wall.

"You're not an idiot, no," Po hissed, "more like an arrogant asshole." Jun glared at him, but Po didn't allow him to talk, jabbing Jun's chest with a finger. "Who are you to tell other people how they feel?" Another jab. "To believe you know better than everyone and decide what’s best for all of us? We're not mindless pawns you can move however you like."

The accusation finally made Jun's carefully constructed mask crack. Jun's face twisted into something ugly, and he slammed both of his hands against Po's chest.

Po felt his breath leaving his lungs as he was sent staggering back, almost slipping on the wet concrete.

"No one seemed to complain about it when they got what they wanted, though," Jun shouted, his words echoing in the night. "Do you think Thame and I would still be friends if I didn’t pretend not to like you all those years ago? Do you think Pepper would have been able to leave us if I didn’t push for MARS to disband? None of that was what I wanted, but I did what had to be done."

Jun took a shaky breath, squeezing his eyes shut. His chest was heaving, and the hand he ran through his hair was trembling visibly. When he opened his eyes again, there was a strange resignation in them, like he was simply tired of fighting.

"And now you’re standing there and telling me that, what? You like me?" Jun asked. "Let’s pretend that’s true. You’re not so stupid as not to know that Thame is still in love with you."

Before he could catch himself, Po winched, and that was the wrong thing to do. Jun's smile was weary, and profoundly sad.

"You and I," Jun said, "that’s something none of us will be able to come back from. Sooner or later, we’re both going to regret it."

Po stared at him, his initial anger replaced by a sudden understanding.

"You are scared," Po said in disbelief.

Jun frowned. "Out of everything I said, that's what you get? You’re really hopeless."

Po stepped closer, invading Jun's personal space once again. "You're scared you will be just a chapter in someone else's story. You're scared you won't be, and that this might hurt your friend irrevocably." He reached out, gently cupping Jun’s face in his hands. "I understand why you took a step back all those years ago. I won't lie and say I would have picked you then. But that was then, and this is now."

He looked deep into Jun's eyes, his own filled with sincerity. "Thame knows he and I can only be friends now, and I need you to trust that he loves you enough to give you this chance, just like you gave it to him in the past. I need you to trust that I love you and that I want you and that I'm choosing you above anyone else. I can't go back in time and make you my first choice, but you're the choice I want to keep making every day from now on."

The words hung in the air, heavy with promise. Jun's eyes were searching Po's face, and Po allowed him to take his time. Po had said his piece, now all he could do was hope that Jun would find in him nothing but an unwavering honesty, and a deep and abiding affection to mirror Jun's own.

A lone dog barked somewhere in the distance. A startled shout echoed down the empty street. Jun grabbed the lapels of Po's shirt and pulled him in.

Po stumbled forward as Jun's mouth crashed against his, and his arms had to fly out and circle Jun's back to keep both of them upright. Jun's lips were relentless, chasing Po's without leaving him room for breath, as if he feared Po might disappear if Jun let him go for even a second. Po tried to match Jun's rhythm and felt dizzy with it, with the gnawing hunger that was being poured on him after years of desperate longing and unspoken desire. Without breaking the kiss, Po blindly moved them a couple of step back, until Jun hit the wall behind him with a huff of surprise. Po took the chance to catch his breath and find his bearing, then he wrapped one of his arms around Jun's waist and buried his other hand into Jun's hair, tilting his head just so. He licked into Jun's mouth, then quickly pulled back, teased him with short quick kisses until Jun dug his fingers into his shoulders and caught Po's lower lip between his teeth, biting down.

Po yelped, startling back and glaring at Jun. "Was this necessary?"

"You started it," Jun said with a satisfied smirk.

[auncyen]

pre-canon fic feels like a balancing act with Siffrin.

the Thing is. no one in the party figures out any of Siffrin's issues during months of traveling with them except for noting their infamously bad memory. Which gives the impression that Siffrin is pretty good at recovering or redirecting from other spotty moments. Also, the fact that the group is startled by Siffrin forgetting what they were talking about mid-conversation implies it's probably the first time that's happened and thus pretty rare.

Like Odile and Isabeau do seem to be aware Siffrin is not particularly good with feelings. Odile will note at the end that they should try letting down their walls more and Isabeau tries to rope them into feelings talks that never happen. But at the same time Odile notes she's not particularly good with feelings either and like. neither really give off the impression that pre-loop they thought Siffrin's reticence was particularly noteworthy? the "taciturn" dialogue especially paints this as something the group is aware of but in a very lighthearted, 'oh that's normal it's just a quirk of Siffrin's to tease about' way. His breathing exercise is noted, but never seems to cause any questions about why he does it regularly enough for them to notice (this might have been partially because Mirabelle herself has anxiety and Isabeau sounds like he probably has/had issues with it, though not as severely?)

So like. it's basically figuring out "how Concerning can Siffrin be while not making the rest of the party oblivious" lol.

[jamiesfootball]

29 for the whump dialogue prompt perhaps?

"Tell me where it hurts, and be specific."

He doesn't know how it went wrong so fast. He never fucking knows.

"Get him out! Get him out of here right the fuck now!"

He never knew how it was that his dad could ruin everything as quick as upending a box, shaking out the bits of Jamie - smacking the box for good measure to knock out all the stubbornly clinging fists - until he was nothing better than something his dad went and spilled on the floor. A fucking pile of Legos for people to dodge around less the sharp pieces of him prick the the soft padding beneath their feet.

"Everybody, shut up! Jamie, Jamie, bruv, breathe. Breathe. In and out like. Can you do that? Does it hurt?"

It felt like being underwater, it did; or like they were in an indoor pool. Sweat all dried until it was cold and clammy. Everything echoed, a public's worth of voices shouting to be heard over each other ("What did you hold me back for?!" "Me?! You were right there!") while the walls bounced everything back, and over the din came Colin's voice, both muffled and clear- "I heard something snap."

Dr. Sharon was going to be so disappointed with Jamie. Jamie was going to walk back into her office with the crumpled up portions of himself bundled in his arms, and she was going to frown, polite and quiet and judging while Jamie lined up all the pieces in front of her, trying to explain to her what he'd done wrong and begging her to show him how to make it better.

"Beard's got it from here. Him and the boys in security 'll figure it out. Now, how's our- is that blood?"

Because he was a coward, he'd serve the best parts of himself first. The chunk of him that hadn't meant to let any of it happen. The lump that understood how his presence on the pitch led to the team losing. The slice of him that had honestly, stupidly thought his Dad would be so caught up in his own team winning that Jamie's own garbage performance would go unnoticed (amateur thinking to go with amateur playing). The ration of him that hadn't been rational at all - had opened his mouth to argue when he knew better, didn't he, lad? Should know better by now. He hadn't been given the signal. Couldn't be trusted with his own words - had to wait for someone to tell him it was alright, otherwise look what he'd get?

"Tartt? Are you listening?"

He'd show Dr. Sharon the slab of him that wanted to do right by the team, and she'd tilt her head to the side and remark that the slab looked a bit spoiled now, didn't it?

Something brushes his shoulder, a touch so lacking in violence it doesn't register as real.

"Come on. Jamie. You need to let us get a look at you. We need to know where you're hurt."

He never fucking knows.

Something strong grips the back of his neck. There's nothing left of Jamie now; just bundles of raw nerve endings telling him run and hide and the dislocated parts of his body reporting back that they're not capable of either right now. His lungs aren't working right, and there's no running or hiding anymore - there's just smaller. Tugging close the pieces of himself - the broken tiles of himself - and sweeping them close in his arms where they're less likely to get shattered any further. There's retreating, dropping deep into the recess of his head, anything to spare himself from witnessing the ugly spectacle he's made.

The grip on his neck disregards what he wants. Cups the delicate space below his jaw between two hands. Examines him while Jamie flutters in his grasp like a moth avoiding the light.

"Jamie, this is serious. Tell me where it hurts, and be specific. We need to know if we need to get you to hospital."

Point to any piece of him, where his dad's gone and left him on the ground.

"Fuck it, he’s not answering. Somebody get the medics."

[quigzahhutt]

12. for the hurt/comfort prompt asks my good sir 🕺🕺 🫡🫡 for whoever you please

this is such an interesting one! I had a hard time figuring out how to contextualize this in a way I found interesting but I think I've got it >:3

for the dialogue prompt ask game!

Prompt: "can you talk?"

Pairing: Lando Norris/Max Fewtrell

His knuckles meet the door with a hollow sound, the flimsy nature of these driver room doors means the sound echoes strangely around the small hallway.

"Lando, buddy, are you ok?" Max feels silly calling through the door like this; privacy was never a thing for them– it was always either burst in without warning, or shout something and then burst in. Establishing this level of hesitancy is completely out of character.

"I know you haven't been feeling well, mate, you're worrying me," he continues talking though the wall, ear pressed to the thin frame to try and pick up any signs of life in the room.

He leans in and almost falls flat on the floor as Lando swings the door open suddenly, causing him to tumble gracelessly into the small room.

After flicking Lando in the shoulder for almost killing him, Max realizes how truly awful he looks.

Where Lando's face isn't flushed, he's horribly pale, nearly green around the soft tissue surrounding his eyes. His brows are constantly pinched, mirroring the taut nature of his shoulders.

Max tries to reach for his shoulder, but Lando flinches away from him and that's when Max knows something is seriously wrong.

"Are you sore? Does your... is your skin achy?"

Lando just huffs at him; it's a humorous sound, kind of like he's making fun of Max, as if he's telling him "yeah, you muppet." He can practically hear it in his voice.

The silence is very unwelcome. Max is aware that Lando's throat has been real bad, but to the extent he isn't even making any noise at all? He can feel his brows furrow together.

"Can you talk?" Lando shakes his head, "At all?" Max stresses.

The look he gets in response is comical, crooked and dramatized, but it makes them both laugh; Lando huffs out an unimpressed sound, one that's accompanied by a harsh swallow before he crumples again.

A chronic grimace has made itself comfortable on Lando's face, and Max has to stop himself from reaching out instinctively; he would rather avoid a harsh smack on the shoulder today.

They sit in silence for a while, listening individually to the busy sounds of the hospitality on the other side of the wall. Someone is talking particularly loudly, and the clinking of various dishes acts as a buffer.

Through the door, Daniel enters his own room on the other side of the hallway, the hinges clicking shut and seemingly shutting out the entire rest of the world before he starts half-singing, half-humming a random tune.

Max looks across from him to find Lando typing something furiously on his phone, twisting the device around so Max can read the screen.

'it hurts too much to take my race suit off can you help me?'

"'Course, mate," Max snorts, "is it your shoulders?"

Lando visibly relaxes at that, and nods his head slowly, his face twisting in pain again as he goes to unzip his suit.

It's a methodical process, one that Max has done for himself a number of times. It's definitely strange, feeling Lando's hardened body beneath his hands instead of his own; he's touched Lando plenty before, but for some reason, the gentle touches he's utilizing to ease the sleeves off makes it all different.

He has to grasp at Lando's shoulder to tug the second sleeve off, and the hiss he gets in response doesn't go unnoticed, and a soft, soothing affirmation slips out of Max's mouth before he could even realize.

It's nothing weird for them. They say things like that all the time, encourage each other a bit too intimately. People look at them funny, yeah, but it's not weird to them; it's just how they've always been.

But right now, all soft touches and tender angles? Max starts to feel weird over it, the cauldron in his belly that Lando seems to control begins to boil over.

Once the sleeves go, the rest of the suit follows quickly, and the trousers are easily tugged off after Lando's hips prove a bit of difficulty.

When had Lando's body changed so much? It feels like just yesterday the two of them were sitting together on the stairs of his mum's front porch, soaking up the sun, practically nothing but skin and bone and baby teeth.

Now he's– he's solid, taller than him, even if it's just by a bit. His hair is curlier, and his teeth have straightened out artificially. He's lean but bulky and so different from how Max knew him all those years ago. His smile is still the same, though, wide and gappy.

Sometimes Max feels unreasonably pissed off that other people get to see it; he wishes he could keep Lando's smile all to himself, and he usually has to throw himself into a random task to take his mind off of that line of thinking.

The fireproofs prove to be more of a challenge; Lando's still a bit sweaty so the fabric is stubborn, sticking valiantly to all of his more intimate places. Max averts his gaze from the damp lines on Lando's inner thighs, inching up and up and up to where Max has never seen him, the only inch of skin he doesn't know like the back of his hand.

He shakes his head a bit too noticeably and begins treating this a bit like those practice pit stops; the ones the teams like to make the drivers do just for shits and giggles.

Roll the waistband, ignore the damp elastic of Lando's Calvin Klein boxers, inch the fabric down his thighs and then tug on the ankle cuffs to pull them all the way off. Easy enough.

While he was working on the trousers, Lando had wiggled his way out of the shirt and was already throwing on a big knit top.

How he's wearing something knitted, Max has no idea. The man is sweaty enough as it is, and yet he's throwing on a jumper– Lando does that all the time and it absolutely drives him up the wall.

The bottoms come off easily and Max breathes a grounding breath as Lando immediately replaces them a new pair of sweats.

"You won't be too hot?" Max asks as soon as he's collected himself, raising an accusatory eyebrow.

Instead of fighting back like he normally would, though, Lando just pouts, licks his top row of teeth like he does when the sim is being a bit tricky.

"No- come on, mate, I wasn't being serious, it's fine," he immediately backpedals, "I just know that I would get hot, is all. I'm just worrying about you, like a fool."

Lando quirks his lips up in response, a smug thing, as if he had just won whatever interaction they just had.

"Let me worry about you a bit more, yeah?" He waits for Lando to nod, "I'm taking you to the doctor." He says before Lando can say no.

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ACKK I've never written this pair before but I like them!! a lot !!! I hope u enjoyed :)

[zippy-reacts]

Sonic X Liveblog: Season 1 Episode 2 (Part 1)

I didn’t notice this when I watched the intro last episode, and it was bloody difficult trying to grab this screenshot because this is REALLY blink-and-you’ll-miss-it, but those aren’t humans in the background, they’re mobians (or whatever your preferred term of choice is but for now I’ll stick with mobians)

So, I guess the intro takes place on Sonic’s world! Possibly prior to the events of the series? Wow, you can even see in the background that the architecture is different than Earth’s

Shit, even the vehicle Knuckles is driving here is very distinctly not a regular Earth car. That should’ve been an even bigger hint

Ok, so I DID notice Shadow in the intro last time, but previously I thought this was just random action shots, but now we have established that this is a whole-ass scene, so what’s he doing here? Fuck, once we get to the SA2 arc I know I’m gonna have so many questions about how his backstory works with the Earth and Sonic’s world are separate thing.

Edit from the future: So I have since found out that all of the footage in the opening is from a pilot episode, which is something I never knew existed. Also, apparently no one else knows why Shadow is in this pilor footage

*Now* we can finally get into the new content of the episode. And here’s me thinking I wouldn’t be pausing on every little detail like the previous episode…

Shit, I knew Chris’ family are rich but that’s a big-ass estate. Is all that land to the rear of the house theirs too?

Bro has both a swimming pool AND a diving pool

A very interesting juxtaposition, we hear from the dialogue that Chris’ mother will not be back home for a while. I recall from watching the show previously that his parents are rarely home. Although in contrast we see this wall of family photos. I guess either they were more present in his life when he was younger, or at least they make an effort to be there for important events?

I was talking about the voice direction in the previous episode but wow, he really does sound younger in comparison to his English voice. And there’s a very earnest quality to it, although it’s probably helped by him being very truthful to his mum here.

Oh my god he looks so annoyed

I don’t know if mobini or like, regular small animals are a thing in Sonic’s world in X, but can you imagine how this conversation sounds to him if there aren’t? From Sonic’s perspective a cat is just someone’s race.

Also, real life little hedgehogs deserved to be saved from drowning too :(

Yeah, it only occurred to me that although Sonic is kinda objectively a Weird As Fuck hedgehog by Earth standards, Chris has no reason to suspect Sonic’s not from Earth. If anything, Sonic being an alien almost sounds more far fetched than him being an escaped science experiment or being magical.

Yeah, imagine going to an alien planet and the aliens ask you how you learned to speak. You’d just be like “idk, the same way all babies do”

Chris’ dad is on the phone and dude, cats are liquid, they can get in anywhere they want to be. Just so long the security keeps humans out you’re probably sweet.

Also, Sonic’s expression here is perfect.

Huh, interesting. I would’ve assumed the Japanese script would’ve used the -san honorific for Tanaka yet even the Japanese audio is using the English honorific Mr.

The background art and the characters having western names probably already implied this but does this suggest Chris lives in America, even in this version of the show?

Sonic has been told at this point that Earth hedgehogs are small and don’t talk but like, has he figured out they aren’t exactly people? God, I’m probably just over thinking this since it’s a set-up for the cat food joke.

Speaking of over thinking, we are only five minutes into the episode and I’ve already talked this much lmao

JP language Sonic loves sprinkling in English phrases into his speech. I believe I’ve heard this is because Junichi Kanemaru used to be an English teacher?

Considering Sonic *left* to get food, what is he eating and where the hell did he get it?

Chuck’s Japanese voice is anther one that’s more or less what I expected it to be.

Actually thinking about it, it’s wild that there are two completely separate old man inventor characters in Sonic media named Chuck. I suppose these coincidences happen; like Sonic’s mom in Archie and his adoptive father in Underground both being named Bernie

Sonic is so frowny and sassy in this show

Poor baby :(

Obvious reference to Area 51. I suppose the government are the only ones so far to actually theorise the alien thing

It sounded like to me Sonic was saying ‘gun’ here so I looked it up and according to google translate at least the japanese word for military is guntai. So shit, although they probably aren’t talking about G.U.N in this context, that might be another layer of pun to G.U.N’s name that wouldn’t be picked up by English speakers

Sonic learns what the military is, immediately compares it to Eggman. Based.

Considering this device accounts for Sonic’s ears being on top of his head, it obviously wasn’t designed for humans. Guess Chuck managed to whip it up just before they all headed out

Oh my god he’s wearing a seatbelt. I suppose in a meta sense it was done as a good example for kids watching the show but I also imagine Chuck refusing to start the car until Sonic buckled up

Chuck has been waiting decades for his life to turn into a real life spy novel

Snoot

I’m sure Sonic’s approach nine times out of ten is to blast down Eggman’s front door fast as possible, but it’s neat seeing him be sneaky too

Cream’s eyecatch profile! All the standard info, name, gender, height, weight, age etc. Bottom line says her favourite thing is TV, which is funny as Vanilla strikes me more as a books and imaginative play type of parent than a screens type.

I do have to say though, 70 cm height and 12kg is practically nothing. That’s lighter than a water cooler jug. She must literally be the size of a human baby.

I’m reaching the Tumblr image limit again folks, so I’ll see you in Part 2 of this episode.

[carionto]

I just wanna know if it'll work!

The Monolith!

A massive perpendicular structure - 1 meter deep, 4 meters wide, 9 meters tall - with a perfect 81 centimeter diameter circle cut, with its center 64 centimeters from the top.

Naomi Glasnikova was grinning like mad. She couldn't figure out where to put squares of 4, 5, 6, or 7 in the design without overcomplicating things, so decided to just forego them. It'll be fine, she's sure everything will work out just as planned.

What is the plan, her fellow scientists from the Coalition species ask? To see if placing ominous black metal alloy structures around a planet with primitive lifeforms will make their brains go "Oh, this is different, I should... *think* about it. Yes. Thinking is a thing I can do now. Thus, with the power of thoughts I can look at other things and go "Oh, what if I did this!" and make myself evolve into a civilization (once I figure out how to come up with prerequisite concepts)."

Is the inner dialogue Naomi was having. Her colleagues, both Human and Alien alike, had long abandoned the idea of trying to talk to her about her projects. She would just get into this deep staredown with you while simultaneously not paying any attention to your existence. Her mind begins to race with the possibilities, the what ifs, who dunnits, why nots, etc., and after a few minutes of complete stillness she would suddenly rush out, writing furiously on her digi-pad, often bumping into chairs, tables, walls, other people, one time she almost vented herself from the station. They put a micro-tag on her pad that would wirelessly turn off nearby lights at any intersections that didn't lead to her office. She subconsciously veers toward bright lights.

This latest monolith project came about after one of her equally eccentric interns (nobody knows where they come from, she just seems to naturally attract ones with similar brainwaves or something) showed her an ancient fictional documentary about possible technological developments in the early 21st century. The image of this simpler monolith instantly embedded itself into her mind.

WAIT! I've got it! Four groups of monoliths arranged in different patterns. The group of 16 will make a perfect square. 25 a star. 36 a hexagon, and 49 a... hmm heptagon would be too similar, and it doesn't look right no matter how you shape it.... hrrnnn No wait, a seven layer circle! One in the center, fourteen in the outermost and the rest... I'll do the math later. The areas will need to be perfectly cleared and flat too. Oh! Line patterns on the ground itself. Ones that show core scientific truths! One of the primitives will surely one day follow the lines and map them out either in its brain or on a simple data recording apparatus and see Science! They'll be so stunned! Gotta write that down, get one of the helpful people (her interns, whose names or faces she doesn't even know, yet they don't care either. Look, it's weird, but their kind of non-relationship works out somehow) to begin production. They will need to be made of non-corrosive alloys, of course. Each with a different core metal though. But then the color might change. No paint, that is an unnecessary element. Hmm... Evolution will take millennia, hopefully a few less with my help.

Last month her focus was on making a fully transparent species of frogs to see whether they would go extinct due to being unable to see their partners, or overrun the ecosystem. Nobody has seen the results of that yet.

We also don't know what she's actually a PhD of. Her diploma just says applied robotics, and it is a legit diploma from the Henderson University of Greater Estonia. But her published thesis is on viral infection vectors in sub-tropical moths. We thought she might be a fraud, but the science checks out in whatever she has put out so far. Whatever she is, she is allowed to do whatever she wants. Like most scientists out on these stations now that I think about it.

What are we even doing here, other than... Science?

Mmmm, fuck it, unlimited funding. Let's go!

[rjalker]

[ID: a long 6-panel MS Paint comic, titled, "I read Charles Howard Hinton's An Episode of Flatland (dot dot dot) so you don't have to! (It's bad!)".

Panel 1 is labeled, "not even pretending to be to scale", and shows a circle in the center labeled "Astria", with the edge covered in stick figures who have both arms on one side of their body, either facing the west for females, or east for males, with a mars or venus symbol over each head to show who is what. The west side of Astria has a darker rim labeled, "Black Sea", and the east has one labeled "White Sea".

On the side of the panel is a cirlce mostly offscreen labeled, "Ardaea, another planet in their star system".

In the lower corner a larger circle labeled, "sun that either doesn't have a name or I forgot it. I have a headache I'm not putting in any more effort to find out if the sun has a name".

Panel 2 shows two sets of people represented by right triangles, with males facing east and females facing west again, with their back to eachother. First we have Unæans, who are light skinned. They are represented by white triangles. Then there are Scythians, who are dark skinned, represented by triangles filled in with black with a crayon texture. Smaller text reads for them, "used to oppress the Unæans because the author's racist".

Text reads, "Astrians are not literally triangles but are represented by them to show how they face only one direction. Despite only having one single eye each, the original illustrator drew them with two, one on each side. Because he didn't read the book I guess. I don't blame him. Unless it was the author, in which case…Man, seriously?".

Panel 3 shows a 2D stick figure looking to the west and saying, "Blank space!". A yellow splat in the middle of the screen reads in all caps, "Wrong!", then shows the stick figure being viewed from another angle so they, and their dialogue box, appear as nothing but a straight line against a light blue background, with a section of white on their Left labeled, "the alongside being - aka their name for any dimension beyond the perception of a lower-dimensional being".

Panel 4 reads in all caps large text at the top, "but what is the plot?!?!", then reads:

"The plot is that every 15 years winters get really cold and bad. But this time it's gonna be the end of the world. Because Ardaea is apparently gonna crash into Astria entirely. And is gonna plunge their planet into Death Winter. A rich guy named Cartwright starts building underground shelters packed with supplies to try and help people survive.

His brother is a guy named High Farmer and he believes in the 3rd Dimension and claims to be able to use it somehow to make himself float and all this crap which he literally never demonstrates.

Hugh teams up with a soldier named Harold Wall to try and convince people that the Third Dimension will somehow magically save them all. And you might be thinking, 'Oh! Because they're gonna ask for help from 3D beings, right?' Wrong.

No the plan is to literally create a dictatorship and force everyoen to pray that Ardaea doesn't crash into them.

And then this works. For some reason.

Despite none of Hugh Farmer's claims about being able to use T 3 D to fly ever being demonstrated. And then they're all talking about being able to use T 3 D to grow…extra eyes? And all this crap??? It's not reasonable.

And while all this is very much not going on, there's a crappy romance between Laura Cartwright, the daughter of the rich guy who was building shelters, and Harold Wall, the now-Dictator. She's the one who introduced him to Hugh Farmer, her uncle.

It's implied many times that they're soulmates. They miscommunicate a lot and also Harold is an asshole anyways.

Also early in the book there was a lady named Mrs. Castle who was implied to be a 3D being or at least friends with one. We were told we'd get this explained soon. Then she was never mentioned again.

But then the author was going on about 2D beings having 3D souls so that's. Apparently what he meant. He was a really bad writer."

Panel 5 is black with white text, reading:

"It was so boring and convoluted it was literally making me fall asleep.

So the moral of the story is set up a dictatorship to make people pray the world doesn't end and it simply won't. Because your soul is a tiny 4D thing piloting the mecha of your giant 3D body. also if you think about it really hard you can probably grow yourself an extra eye or something. Somehow. For some reason.

It's bad. 0/10 do not recommend."

Panel 6 is white with black text again, reading, "also literally every scene in the book after the Introduction is just physically impossible for these people to be doing with the rules he told us into the introduction. it's atrocious."

End ID.]

fortunately, it's public domain, so it's free to read, and you can rewrite it to not be absolutely terrible and mind-numbing and sell your version. the version we deserve.

[kyogre-blue]

Quick Genshin update:

The Operation Downpour event was absolutely shit. I really cannot overstate how bad it was. I had to look up a video on how to clear it because it was just so miserable trying to figure it out. AND it has co-op. Just awful. But it's done.

I actually have 4 pity on Chronicled, so I pushed my wish count up to 166, so I can get to an even 10 and do ten pulls from there. Itto is guaranteed, hehehe. Just a few more days.

I also started the Dain Chasm quest. I didn't go far, but some notes:

The quest starts with Traveler and Paimon talking to Katheryne. She mentions getting a fortune slip from a shrine maiden and jokes around a bit. Stuff like this really drives me up the wall because the next quest is going to be Sumeru, where Nahida doesn't think Katheryne has enough personhood to deserve not being possessed whenever. But of course we're supposed to believe Nahida totally values Scaramouche equally to a human. Of course, Nahida's respect for human autonomy doesn't exactly last long either... Genshin writing is so ass :')

You go into the Chasm really quickly. Just talk to a miner and down you go. The way they handle it now is that they just make a single waypoint available in the underground Chasm map, but there's a barrier around the area, so you can't cheat and go explore much of anything. You can still interact with things, but without the lumenstone, you can't do most mechanics.

tbh, I kind of had the impression that Dain goes directly from the previous quest to this one, but that's not the case. He mentions that he was chasing another Herald, not the one from Mondstadt, before getting tossed out in the Chasm.

The dialogue is actually not bad. It's pretty to the point and packs in a lot of detail to recap/remind you what happened the last time (since it had been a year in real life if you played the quests on release). They mention the Traveler's sibling, the Abyss Order, the inverted statue, the eye of the Field Tiller, the Loom of Fate, everything, and pretty smoothly. Unfortunately, I do have to detract points because... you have to remember, time in Teyvat is strongly suggested to pass at about the same rate as in real life. There really was a year between last time and this. And, yeah, the Traveler HERE jumps at the potential connection to the Abyss Order, but what the heck were they doing for the rest of the year?

Also, I don't understand why they connect the eye of the Field Tiller to the Loom of Fate. Wasn't the eye supposed to be used to create some weird half divine, half mechanical monster by combining the corrupted statue, Osial and something else? I don't see how this connects to the Loom of Fate?

Anyway, each subsection of the quest gives full encounter points, so I'm going to be farming it for a while for that.

[voidcat]

I’ve been doing well, just sleepy lately zzz

How have you been? :)

I think the latest trailblazer quest is setting the stage for some more heartbreaking discoveries, but interesting all the same. I absolutely love the idea of Herta and Lygus (?) trying to figure out what’s going on with Amphoreus. Lygus won’t let her enter due to the presence of a Lord Ravager. But leaks say there could be more than one, so I wonder if either more will be “made” or if it all ties into the loop. Either way, I enjoy it much more than Penacony’s stage setting of dialogue. Amphoreus is much more coherent in how it presents itself. But that’s just my take! Hehe

As for Anaxaussy, I’ve actually been less into his hole (lmao) and more into domestic things with him lately,, oddly. He’d be a girldad, for one. And two, thinking of his childhood trauma, he keeps others at a kilometer distance because to him, they’ll leave anyway. Science and alchemy will outlive everyone including him. But I do think he has the capacity to become quite obsessive/possessive about a person should they break his walls a little. Then his heart (Anaxussy) is completely, entirely theirs. He’s a fun psychology study lol

Have a good week and stay safe! I can’t wait for his banner soon and 3.3 :)

- Anaxussy Anon

Gonna prepare a nicely made bed for you and add some plushies to watch over you so you can sleep well anaxussinoonie<3

But same:( sleepy and exhausted overall (when am I not) and a little stressed… dragging my feet for tmr but Anaxagoras banner AT THE TIP OF OUR FINGERTIPS so I must stay strong 💪

YEAH! Honestly the pacing and themes of Amphoreus (and how they deliver it) is more melancholic and darker? than Penacony. Tbh it does help Penacony was this perfect land of dreams that everyone escaped to so while it’d be nice to see a nightmare aspect, they refrained from that. The more Amphoreus continues, the more I think Penacony mostly served to set some more basis for the whole HSR universe but for Amphoreus too (ie: corruption, memetic viruses, how memories can born existence to someone new in the case of Mikhael Char Legwork and Misha just as “yesterdays heirs are todays titans” and memories made in Amphoreus by people actually being data to write the new cycle as Anaxagoras said)

I did talk a little about my new thoughts regarding the last quest in a post (will link later if u want to give it a read) I think from his “species” name and overall position alone, Lygus serves more as the overseer of Amphoreus- to make sure the world/simulation keeps going, the gears turning. I am disappointed with Herta’s lack of resilience though. If she had some suspicions upon what he revealed that made her halt (which she mostly had), they should’ve given it to us like typical inner thoughts that they always do. If I recall right, the leaks said there are more than one emanator there and people suspect the second to be Cyrene (expy of Elysia from hi3 most likely and assumed to be a remembrance emanator thus far…) I am curious to see how Phainon will tie overall in the cycle ngl but yeah! Compared to Penacony, the story is more solid and feels whole.

Domestic thoughts with Anaxagoras never leaves my mind alone, he is the perfectt cut cloth for that even if he doesn't know it yet! Girldad Anaxagoras🥺🥺🥺 no bc he would !!!! and he'd excel at it too! Letting her draw on him, take his time nicely to answer anything she might ask, very patience and wants the best, wishes for her to forever remain this curiousity, to never lose her creativity! If his little dromas plushie remains-- or if he remembers the exact propotions and design of it, i think he would gift it to her, tell her it'll always keep her safe and carry her memories with it to the future just as it did for him and auntie. For someone who cannot move on as shown to us, I agree on the possesiveness. Once he finds that warmth and happiness he had lost, he will seek it again, maybe refuse at first, but be drawn to it like a moth to a flame, like icarus to sun. Even if he still continues to discard his body and safety (depending on the lover and their reaction ofc), he will actively work his best to assure their happiness will remain forever and they'll never have to suffer like he did. I think he might go a little overboard with this, off track too. You cannot taste happiness without anything to compare it to, sadness and tragedy are essential things to life for this reason. So the road would be a little rocky, maybe a little heated argument at one point, too caught up in his goal to make you happy, not realizing, he caused you distress along the way. A little "we need time" but neither of you can stay apart for too long either- he is just a little more pitifully obvious about it. Says your happiness matters most to him but if you were to find that happiness in the shape of someone else- he would never move on I'm afraid.........

I think my favorite thing about him is how certain bits of his mannerism depends on the situation- like this is a fact for many characters, but it is more obvious for him. A true man of knowledge, he will forever bend and alter and adapt, he is never the same, always changing with the tides and improving in the great pursuit of solving the code at the very core of things.

have a good week yourself and stay safe!! wishing you a happy week and an early anaxagoras!!! lmk about your pulls when you do!!!