#it's hilarious to me and it doesn't make sense

[reunion--fr]

Maybe I'm simply out of touch but the familar fundraising thing doesn't bother me at all really??

I understand that people do not like the idea of being subject to FOMO but this is insanely tame in the grand scheme of it all.

It seems like people are mostly mad about the limited timeframe and the fact that it costs IRL money but there'a a logic to it that makes sense?

The timeframe is long enough that it's not a predatory impulse purchase exclusive thing, 90 days is hilariously long in terms of predatory games. They probably don't want to send individual $2.50 donations and set a timeframe to donate it all at once.

Also! I think a critical thing is that they make NO PROFIT off the familiar sales. It's not a exactly a "megacorp rainbow capitalism moment" if they don't make money from it.

Some people have floated around them taking a portion of gem sales for a certain time- but I'd argue that introduces way more negative incentives as then that WOULD actually mean they would profit from diversity intiatives.

I sincrely doubt that these new familars will end up being heavily scalped due to larger and older userbase of Flight Rising in contrast to Kickstarter familars when the userbase way MUCH lower.

There's legitimate concerns about the nature of corporate charity donations and the actual usefulness of NGOs but that's NOT the scope of a petsite staff lol.

Please just chill the fuck out y'all

[alexanderlightweight]

Work absolutely sucks right now. Micromanagement from corporate to a whole new level, and I'm so tired and feel like I'm being gaslit. And no matter how much I try to boost their spirits, my staff have already shed some tears from the stress. Hell, I want to cry sometimes.

So, for Writing Wednesday? Something fun?

Maybe happy Malec in Tethers of Fate (which I adore even if it didn't get enough love in your poll), either while Magnus was wooing Alec at the Spiral Labyrinth or after they're wed?

Or indulgent Malec in Taste of Your Magic. I love Dragon!Alec and Cat!Magnus and navigating their cultural differences. And something about Alec doing everything he can to stay in Magnus' presence is just lovely and cozy.

Or domestic Bitter Trap of Truth. There is something almost silly fun about Magnus being paranoid while Alec is just living his best life bc he gets to indulge in his pretty husband.

I think I would prefer NSFW but I will be just as happy with SFW if that's not what you're feeling like.

Thank you 💙

okay so, that sounds absolutely like a completely and total fucking nightmare. and It sounds like you're trying to keep it together for everyone around you who are barely holding on, while also trying to hold on but having to be the strong one. and if you feel like you're being gaslit then you're probably being gaslit. is there someone you know who has your back you can present the situation to? someone who can be protective of you (because that is important, it makes up for the works lack of protection) and look at something somewhat objectively?

because in a position like a job where work often doesn't care about the workers, please remember to add a little extra to your 'i'm allowed these boundaries' since you need to compensate for what work should but doesn't do. I really hope things get better because no one should be going through that and its awful that you're having to both go through it and protect others going through it but also good job for trying to protect others because that is wonderful and you're doing amazing even when it feels like it's not enough! okay! you're trying your damned best!!

oh gosh, I promise I was teasing about the pole! I was surprised because i've had a lot of prompts concerning it, but it also made sense because pray to the hunters is pretty intensely loved even though I thought it would be pretty out of everyones comfort zone. I love to be wrong in these scenarios tho. but also tethers is a pretty domestic fic so far and I think that influences things because less intrigue in some ways?

i'm connecting dots like I know what i'm doing but there may not even be a picture lol

um I promise that this is happy. Magnus and Alec have a mutually teasing slightly not actually antagonistic flirtationship going on in this verse before they settle domestically. but also Alec is very much a brat in this fic. also he knows he's a brat but also he was kind of spoiled as a kid and he's fine with it. so like when Alec seems like a yowling cat he's actually pretty fucking pleased

Magnus adores his brat and doesn't mind the bratting but also he has goals. because otherwise Magnus might not ever see alec again once he leaves.

uhm NSFW and kinky blowjobs with blood kink and claiming and marking and shit, 3DNE probably knowing how I write

I hope you enjoy <3 which always feels hilarious to write on smut but like I say the same on everything.

oh this is Magnus wooing Alec in the spiral labyrinth. which is a very delicate trap to create.

... I promise malec is happy they're just kinky i'm sorry. 100% send me an ask if this didn't send the vibes you needed

lumine

tethers of fate

“Hello darling, don’t you look charming.” 

And Alexander does, despite the fact that Magnus wants to wipe away the glitter shimmering on his cheekbones or burn away the little crown of vines on his brow.

Those are claims of Arawn. Physical symbols of his ties to Alexander and also the unseelie king’s claim on the wild magic that flows through Alexander’s veins as if it were blood.

Magnus catches a brown curl around his finger and twines it, pulling it in a little tug before letting it go.  There’s barely any spring to it but his fingers ache to return and so he does, memorizing every pattern and curl on Alexander’s head as his darling diligently reads a scroll.

Finally, when Magnus is beginning to feel like he’ll run out of patience before he runs out of hair, Alexander looks up.

The green specks of his eyes are enchanting, a vibrant, insidious green that lurks in a kaleidoscope of hazel colors.  It’s unnatural and enticing, as are the strange vine and bone tattoos that spread across Alexander’s body.

“For someone who told me to read this scroll, you’re not exactly making it easy.” 

Magnus ignores the taunt because why on earth would he ever make anything easy for Alexander when he could instead make it fun.

“The scroll will still be there tomorrow, but who knows when we’ll next have a moment together. Tell me, what is your full name, darling?” Because while Alexander may not be a fae in blood, he is fae in nature.

Alexander looks at him curiously, clearly wondering why Magnus wants to know but unaware that he’s beholden by the same rules of Arawn’s court.

“No one knows.” Is the answer he’s given and Alexander’s lips quirk mischievously, “I came to tad with my name and nothing else. All other titles are presents and honors bestowed upon me.”

Magnus pretends to believe him and leave it at that for now and instead upends the bag he’d brought with him on the desk. Letting a series of magical instruments fall across the surface.

“Oh, what are these?” Alexander sounds delighted, that cat-like curiosity of his ignited the moment Magnus touches anything or brings him something. 

Magnus watches as Alexander’s hand wavers over a witchlight for a moment before he quickly moves his palm, yet it’s enough for Magnus to see the soft glow that forms and fades almost too quickly to see.

Alexander is running his fingers over a wind-whistle and it’s clear he’s trying to be nonchalant, the tips of his ears pink and the furrow of his brow overly pronounced.

But Magnus saw it and in a move that should be impossible Magnus strokes against Alexander’s aura with a drop of grace, defiled though it may be. Against his magic Magnus feels the soul-touch of a nephilim bloom and he pauses, hardly daring to believe he was right.

It shouldn’t be possible, but Magnus has spent enough time around and helping Tessa to unearth hidden secrets meant to be forgotten.

Arawn’s favored son is nephilim blooded.  

No wonder he’s so rabidly protective of Alexander.  No matter how it came about, it happened and Alexander’s a walking treasure trove of pure wild magic and raw power that could overpower most rituals that would drain others. Not only that, he has the kind of power in his blood that people would kill for.

“Alexander,” Magnus purrs, because it’s more important than ever that he gets answers. “You must have some idea of what your name was. Who you are, at your core.”

Alexander laughs, unaware of Magnus’ realization and ignoring Magnus’ attempts to cut into him, as if the thought has never occurred or mattered to him.

“I have dozens of names from my kin and a title only my father knows. The kind of name you speak of is unimportant with the wealth I have. Who I am, at my core, is a child of Arawn and that will never change no matter a name.”

Magnus realizes that he means it. 

Whatever life Alexander has and is living, it’s fulfilling enough that he doesn’t care who he is, who he was born to be. For Magnus who has run from his lineage but always comes back to it, it’s an odd perspective and it makes his plans more difficult. 

Magnus carefully and casually locks the wards of the library into place. He has permission, not only as an Elder and king but specifically since he’s considered a lure for Alexander.

The council wants to maintain access to Alexander and once he’s done studying here, Magnus doubts Arawn will let him come back. It took contracts and oaths sworn and vows upheld for the unseelie king to allow it at all and that was before the Elder’s realized the gem that Alexander is.

The moment the Elder’s realized that Magnus wanted Alexander and that the interest and chemistry was mutual, they gave Magnus full reign of their resources. Ever better, rather than simply give him access to research, they’re letting him woo Alexander while they research for him.

Every night Magnus retires to his room here and finds a desk full of rituals, some he knows, others he’s vaguely heard of and still more he’s never seen before.  All in the hopes that he will find a ritual that can tie Alexander to him in a way that Arawn cannot cut.

It only works because Magnus’ interest is selfish. For personal greed and desire, a lust and interest that focuses on Alexander as an individual rather than his powers, that allow them to circumvent the oaths this much at all.

Arawn cut off every avenue to his son but the routes of emotions and carnal hunger.

The elder’s don’t even know that Alexander is nephil blooded and yet, to try and give Magnus every opportunity — they’ve even been providing him rituals that will work on those with not just angelic but specifically nephil blood. Just that morning Magnus had memorized a diagram he’d thought would be useless but now he realizes he can use it this moment, as blood calls to blood.

Magnus lets power swell in his veins and then he kisses Alexander, harshly and hastily.  A storm finally unleashed as magic pools beneath his skin and Alexander meets him, laughing and wild and just as fierce as he kisses back.

Their teeth clash, fangs equally sharp and cutting on each other’s lips and tongues and blood smears between them as a diagram forms in the staccato beat of their pounding hearts. A name Magnus shouldn’t know and he knows is dangerous to say lingers on his tongue, coated in the blood he coaxed from Alexander’s mouth and when he pulls back he laughs.

Alexander smiles at him, already healed, his pink tongue licking away the remaining red on his lips. It’s clear he knows Magnus wanted to taste his blood and he’s pleased by it, even if he doesn’t know why. However before he can ask Magnus smirks and Alexander frowns, eyes narrowing as if he can sense the danger in Magnus’ glee.

Magnus leans forward and murmurs a name swallowed by an unholy scream that echoes in the room with a gust of wind before it’s gone.

Alexander’s eyes are wide, staring at Magnus as if he’s appointed up a rift to a void realm, rather than just claim Alexander in the most basic of fae truths.

“You’re not supposed to know that name.” Alexander snaps out of his surprise, a scowl forming on his plush lips. “That name was eaten by time for a reason, Magnus. It’s not my fate to know that life. I don’t want anything to do with it.”

“But it’s my fate to claim it. All the possibilities and truths of it, though I will never again speak it if you wish.”

Magnus kisses him again and despite his irritation Alexander kisses back, as if he’s just been waiting this whole time for Magnus to move forward and claim another taste.

After a moment Alexander bites his mouth, pulling back and looking at him with a sigh. “Don’t say that name again, Malphas. I don’t want to know it.”

Alexander kisses sweetly this time, tender and untamed under Magnus’ bruising grip and teeth. The declaration that he knows the name Magnus’ father gave him rather than the name Magnus chose isn’t a surprise.

But it delightful, how he speaks Magnus name without fear. Just after Magnus spoke his own.

However now that Magnus has said it, tasted and claimed it, he can promise never to speak of its existence again, just as Alexander wishes.

It’s a quiet vow that Magnus swears as Alexander kisses his jaw and cheeks. Magnus seals it with his mouth, kissing Alexander until he’s whining against him, mouth panting in open supplication against Magnus’ own.

It’s with a desperate need that Magnus uses magic to shove away the desk and scatter books, no matter how old or valuable they are. Alexander’s pants open under his touch, the butter-smooth leather parting under fingers until he can touch skin and bare Alexander’s cock to the air.

Magnus doesn’t let Alexander overthink it.  

The fact that Magnus knows his name even if he vowed it away, or that he’s about to taste him. Magnus doesn’t bother with foreplay, swallowing around Alexander and humming deep in his throat. Teasing Alexander’s balls with his fingers and using just a hint of teeth when he can.

There’s a vine that peeks out from under Alexander’s shirt, following down his happy trail to disappear in a curl of leaves on the crease of his groin.  It’s branded to Alexander’s skin in a tattoo that shimmers and Magnus’ nails bite into it.  Alexander gasps, hands tight in Magnus’ hair but neither pulling him away or complaining.  Instead he squirms, hips trying to thrust from where he’s pinned between the chair and Magnus’ hands and magic.

“Magnus, your tongue. Fuck I wouldn’t even care if your piercing was iron the way it feels.” Alexander groans and then he whines in complaint as Magnus stays still. A heel kicks at Magnus thigh and Magnus uses magic to keep Alexander’s legs still and snared to the chair even as Alexander writhes and swears at him in a variety of fae curses.

He can’t fuck Magnus’ throat the way he desperately wants to like this, can only sit there and take it as Magnus teases him. 

When he’s done Alexander won’t be able to look at Magnus’ mouth without imaging it on him, on his cock and his skin and marking him with his teeth.

Alexander whines as Magnus flicks the ball-piercing on his tongue against his slit and then groans when Magnus pulls back, spit and precome connecting them until Magnus licks his lips.

“Don’t you taste divine,” Magnus chuckles, flicking out his tongue and smirking as Alexander’s gaze is drawn to the piercing and his mouth. “Kiss me, sweetheart?”

Alexander bends down, kissing him desperately, tasting himself on Magnus’ tongue until the magic pushes him back, pinning him down again. 

“I can’t be so greedy and not share. You’ve probably never tasted yourself. Have you?” Alexander shakes his head and looks like he can’t decide between demanding another kiss or Magnus’ mouth back on his dick.  Luckily for him, Magnus has already picked for both of them what to do.

“Magnus!”

Alexander’s voice is desperate and he whines when Magnus rubs his cheek against Alexander’s cock. His sweet boy keens when stubble catches on sensitive skin and he whines in relief when the burn is soothed with Magnus’ tongue.

Magnus takes him back in his mouth, swallowing him down to the base, until his nose presses against Alexander’s shirt and his boy can feel every swallow and pulse of his throat around him.

Alexander comes helplessly, fingers tight like bands around Magnus’ wrists from where he’s pinned Alexander’s thighs open with his hands.

Alexander holds onto him as if clinging tightly to Magnus can keep him anchored as Magnus swallows around him. Ignoring when Alexander murmurs his name and then the louder pleas for him to stop as they turn into a series of demanding threats and curses even as Alexander does nothing to actually stop him.  They both know he could and would, if he didn’t ache and yearn at the feeling of Magnus unraveling him to the core.

It isn’t until Alexander is trembling beneath him, thighs shaking and soaked with sweat and pants drenched that Magnus stops and looks up.

Alexander glares at him, face flushed and eyes shiny with tears.  His lips are swollen from where he’s bitten them and he’s looking down like Magnus is a god trying to destroy him.

Magnus chuckles, mouth full of Alexander’s soft cock and the last bit of come he’s coaxed from him and slowly pulls off.  Alexander tugs at him instantly. Pulling him into a kiss and yanking on Magnus until he’s up and in Alexander’s lap. Both of them ignore how Alexander hisses in pain from overstimulation as Magnus settles against him. Alexander’s sensitive, flaccid cock pinned between his own open pants and Magnus’ denim.

It can’t be comfortable but Alexander is more interested in licking the taste of his own come from Magnus’ mouth, whimpering against him every time Magnus shifts but only pulling him closer. 

Even when he whines like he’s going to cry again.

Magnus grinds his hips, deliberately trapping and teasing Alexander’s cock and his boy keens into their kiss. Nails an angry bite on Magnus’ neck even as Alexander only deepens the kiss.  Clearly uncaring about anything beyond the connection of their lips.

There’s a tie between them, something delicate and subtle enough that unless you know it’s there, you couldn’t find it.

Technically it shouldn’t work like this, but Magnus knows exactly what he’s doing and even this small but powerful strand is only the beginning.

Magnus has earned blood, found a name and now he’s taken a taste. 

He’s drunk straight from a well of unimaginable power and let it christen his throat and body and claimed it for himself, as if drinking from a fountain in the fae realm.

It weaves the ties between them, equal strands forming in chains from Magnus to Alexander and from Alexander to Magnus. As Magnus ensures that by the end of this, they cannot be torn from each other.

—

AN:

Alec is something of a virgin in this fic for several reasons. He’s demisexual and he gets all the platonic cuddles he wants from his family and a few friends. Like Alec isn’t touch starved, he’s completely healthy with tons of mostly healthy emotional relationships that also have a physical component. 

He’s experimented a little, this certainly isn’t his first kiss and he’s done some handjobs/grinding etc but he’s picky about who he kisses/experiments with and because of a lack of interest on his part it never goes far. Its just he typically has better things to do than kiss people or try and fuck around. He actually has more important things to do than kiss magnus rn, however his priorities are a bit skewed now and thats okay because he likes kissing magnus which raises the priority. He just kind of tolerated/enjoyed it before when he tried it out. 

No one shames him for this. Arawn would be very happy if none of his kids developed romantic feelings for other people and just fucked or didn’t fuck based on what they need/want. So Alec is very comfortable with himself and he’s interested in Magnus which makes him interested in sex with Magnus.

Also you’re not supposed to eat or drink what a fae offers you. Magnus is very secretly creating invisible webs of oaths and magics, overlapping truth and reality with myth and also words of power and string of fate and reality. So in this moment, because of how Magnus framed the situation, he technically just consumed something from a fae (even tho alec isn’t truly fae it counts because his nature is similar enough) and bound them together because it technically gives alec power over magnus. Just like magnus gained power over alec with the knowledge of his name and they gained equal understanding/power of each other when tasting their blood.

It doesn’t all fully come together just yet.

This is just one strand of the web magnus is currently weaving. And this web has to end up being a mirror image on both sides because any weakness, discrepancy, imbalance and arawn could destroy it.

[melody-busez]

I hate how there is so many theories about what Yellow actually is cause in my mind there is only one that makes sense... like let's get over them

•Yellow is the ACTUAL King in Yellow

this one just baffles me and I think it sorta got confirmed by Harlan Gurthie?? though I can't find where. let's start with the fact that having Yellow be inherently different or in any way "worse" than John completely ruins his character and storyline, throwing the question of what John would have become had things gone slightly differently out of the window. but setting that aside, there is NO way Yellow is the same kiy we've seen in s2. I refuse to believe it. plus, I know that trusting Kayne's word is dumb but he's very rarely outright lied and would have had no reason to do it in that situation, he specifically said that he was going to bring back John without his memories, "a lost and confused PIECE of the King in Yellow", and I don't see why he would have lied especially cause no one seemed to bring it up. ALSO Yellow remembers the Dark World while the King never went there to our knowledge

0% probability. I hate this theory

•Yellow is what's left of the King in Yellow, like a Kiy minus John

this one is literally the same as the previous one but I've seen many people phrase it like this. still, it would imply either that a) John is actually half of the King, which doesn't make sense cause it was always said/implied that John is a rather small piece of him. I always imagine him like 1/5 of the King? (yes I am at the point of unemployment and malevolent hyperfixation to make kiy fractions. don't mention it) or b) that Yellow is a much bigger piece of the King than John, which again would kinda ruin his whole storyline.

again, 0% cause it's basically the same theory

•Yellow is another piece of the King in Yellow, equal in size.

ok this one kinda makes sense, my only problem with this is that we've seen how far the King has gone to be whole again and I just can't imagine him feeling Kayne literally scoop another part of himself (straight after he kicked out the PREVIOUS part of himself that he raised hell to get back) and do nothing about it. surely we would have heard something from him in s3 and 4 if he actually knew someone ripped him apart and took something from him AGAIN. it's also possible that the King knew just how much more powerful Kayne is and didn't do anything for that reason? still, meh

30% probability simply because it's hilarious to think that the King just keeps losing bits and pieces of himself around and is currently furious about it.

now my favourite and the only one that makes sense in my mind

•Yellow is John, the same exact fragment, with zero memory of his time with Arthur.

this is exactly what Kayne promised Arthur and again, why lie? his deals are in bad faith and always hide something, but he never outright lied. also, it would imply that the actual King in Yellow, still in the Dreamlands, might not even know that there's another fragment of him just walking around on earth, AND it's just so much more interesting to think about how Yellow turned out if you see him as another version of John. it's the whole nature vs nurture argument, John met Arthur while he was relatively doing good and had a whole month in the hospital being cared for. despite everything, John had time and support, the two things Yellow never ever had. Yellow met Arthur at his absolute lowest, who switched on him the second he didn't act like John, and like two days later he was stuck with Larson (i would get homicidal too). John picked up his name and a vague notion of who he wanted to be before he even found out he was the King, Yellow was immediately offered two identities: one that aligned with what he was feeling, and one that didn't, and he clang to the one that made sense.

[scuderia-hamilton]

my thoughts on the Kimi Antonelli documentary "The Seat":

Toto saying that Lewis is the "second longest relationship" he had, really confirms the bitter ex allegations

Bono finding out from Toto and not from Lewis kinda makes me sad and then saying that he was hoping he'd retire as an engineer with Lewis just made it worse

"Lewis Hamilton is Mercedes" they should've treated him like that then

them framing this as some big mastermind move by Toto is hilarious, considering it was an open secret and pretty much confirmed a month after Lewis announced he will leave the team

every time i'm reminded that he wasn't even 18 years old when they signed him, it feels like a crime

James Allison saying that when he first met Kimi, he thought he was some random kid who lost his dad 💀

Kimi talking about manifestation with Bono had me laughing

them showing how dangerous pit stops can be and how impressive it is that the mechanics are able to pull that off real time under seconds was something i really liked

Kimi talking about that crash he had during FP1 in Monza made me so upset, cause they put that kid in there and he was under so much pressure, people had such big expectations, mainly because Mercedes and Toto was hyping him up to be this next big thing, when he's just a 17 years old KID. i hate that wretched organization omg. (the way his dad reacted also didn't help much, but that is a conversation for another day)

okay, so more coherent thoughts. i was very sceptical at first and the concept of the whole documentary still doesn't make sense to me, but putting all that aside, it wasn't bad. i didn't know much about Kimi before and it helped me to understand him better and to see him in a different light. he looks like a good kid.

emphasis on the kid... i don't think i'll ever be able to move past, how young he is (he's only four years younger than me, but it feels like a life time tbh). and obviously he's talented and is showing great potential race after race and maybe this is just me being pessimistic, but what if it won't work out? he's been thrown into F2, after skipping F3 all together, and then into F1. he replaced the greatest driver of all time, he's been talked about as the next coming of christ by the media, Mercedes and Toto. the expectations and pressure on him are enormous. what if he fails or makes too many mistakes?

yes, the other rookies are around his age as well, but they didn't come into the sport with the same expectations placed on their shoulders. to me, it feels like he is Toto's personal "project-Verstappen" and i can't let go of this bad feeling i have about the entire situation. but i really do hope he gets the support he needs and that he'll be successful.

[autiezo]

today I learned that "Jean Vicquemare" is pronounced Je-ohn Vic-qu-maar. Like the french way. Not jeans, as in the cool everyday style pants👖 .

At first I was in shock. Then I wanted to keep pronouncing his name as 'Jean' to disrespect him. Besides, didn't the Narrator and Judit call him "Jean" and not "John" anyways?

Then I thought about it more, and went, "Wait, his name is fucking JOHN? As in, super lameass bitchass generic binoclard John? And not the cool hip unique memorable name i never heard of until Disco Elysium? What a LOSER >:D"

So now, armed with this new knowledge, I pronounce Jean's name correctly in a mocking tone.

[egophiliac]

Malleus' bday is coming up, thoughts on what his sleepwear might be?

anticipating that reveal any time now, so gotta get my predictions in real quick (aka extremely fast drawings) (I'm sorry)

[rimatsu]

"i took his locker after he transferred to harbor. we also dated the same woman" should be part of their wedding toast. a fun little anecdote to share with guests <3

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 804: Komari's question

Pag 1

3: Kobayashi!!

5: Ugh.....

Waaaaaaaa

Pag 3

2: A pressure that was.... like gigantic hand....!!

3: I was …. defeated... even before I started running....

Why is my body shaking like this!? Huh!?

5: This is....

Kishigami.... Komari....

6: This is.....

Kyoto Fushimi!

Pag 4

1: Now, please try to answer me, Sugimoto-san

If the one who had gotten a flat tire then hadn't been me....

3: but Sohoku's Onoda

4: “Sugimoto-kun, I got a flat tire, please help me”....

Pag 5

1: If he had asked you to cooperate...

3: I got a flat tire, I have to get back to the team

Sugimoto-kun!!

Pag 6

1: “You can't approach Sohoku during the race”

“That's your condition”

3: I know how hard Onoda is working

I know how hard he worked for the Inter High

(Wait-)

4: If it had been Onoda who had fallen behind...

5: But I...

Pag 7

2: The rules!!

4: I'd follow...

You'd follow the rules? Is that so?

Pag 8

1: Yeah... that's it

3: Wh... you asked such a heavy question, but now so casually....!?

4: Following the rules? Man? That's right

Midosuji-san did say you were a serious bug

5: The rules....

But

6: I had a “pause” when I answered

I ended up thinking I would help Onoda....!!

Pag 9

2: Komari-kun

Yes

3: Sohoku's seventh man is in this race...

4: He's not a worthy opponent, just a small fry

I see

He's just a serious insect...but he is a fine thread inside Sohoku

5: And by collecting all the tiny threads, they've been victorious until now....

6: If he's one of them...

Pag 10

1: He must be cut off, that's what I'm thinking...

2: If you have the chance to get close to that insect

I want you to throw a “question” at him

Yeah

3: Yeah, doing that will be enough

4: “Would you help Onoda?”

5: Is the answer important?

6: A “question” only becomes a “question” when it's presented before your eyes

A sharp question penetrates deeper and deeper

And then, soon, it becomes a “chain”. You're always thinking about it, asking the question to yourself

Pag 11

1: What would he do if Onoda were in a pinch?

When Sohoku is in a pinch... can't I help them?

2: He'll involuntarily come up with the answer

Puku

3: “I can't help him”

“Don't help him”

4: That's enough to cut that little thread

5: If the seventh thread is cut, it becomes a powerless dead leaf

Just a small fry in the river, like an insect...!!

6: Understood

I just want to make sure of one thing....

Pag 12

1: If, when he answers, there's even a small “pause”

Then it's proof that it worked

2: I cut it

My flat tire ended up being useful

Now...

It will be a little difficult, but now I have to go alone

3: Should I joing a small scattered group along the way

4: while I aim to get to the lead?

Pag 13

2: After all the top quality meat it “ahead”!!

3: Anyway, he was really an insect, it was so easy leaving them behind

Well

Pag 14

1: It's the selected team after all

Pag 16

3: I'll pass from the right side

4: I'll pass from the right side

Hyeee

5: I'll pass from the right side!

Pag 17

2: They... passed me!?

That ragtag team!?

3: What's this... all of a sudden!?

So he came around!? How!?

4: On a downhill, the fastest group is the one who can control the air resistance

The one who put together this scattered team is....

Pag 18

1: The insect!!

The seventh thread that was cut

2: We ran into an obstacle, but our goal hasn't changed!! Hurry up!! Be careful while riding downhill!!

3: Yessir!!

Hyeee!!

Yessir!

Pag 19

1: Don't tell me that these guys.... are aiming to get to the lead from here!?

2: Sugimoto-san

Sugimoto-san

Sugimoto-san

When he asked you that question... you had a pause, but

3: You said you'd “follow the rules”!!

4: Sugimoto-san really is our leader!!

Pag 20

1: This is interesting, I'll follow!!

I want to see if that small-fry meat can really catch up!!

2: If he really does catch up then I want to touch it with my own hands!!

4: Be glad, everyone, these are good news

But the hard part starts now

5: Now, our 8 minutes distance with the lead.... we'll shorten it until a 4 minutes distance!!

Yeah!!

Hyee!!

[yeonban]

Something else that snipes me is how Tobias (<-guy whose setting 99% of the time is DN/the 90s-00s) is unabashedly into men on main. So many of his acquaintances are closeted or denying their attraction to the same gender, and then you look over at how Tobias is doing and he's flirting with the entire bar, women and men alike, as if everyone in the 90s was widely accepting of non-traditional displays of attraction (they weren't). No shame no catholic guilt he's just paving the way for lgbt acceptance without even trying to be 😭

[pynkhues]

Wait u don’t think they r getting back together?😨 would love to know why!

I think they'll get back together eventually, but it would completely undermine Louis' s1 and s2 arc to have them back together right away. He's just left an almost-century long marriage, and him saying that he's companion enough for himself now in the finale needs to be true for that arc to contain the weight he as a character deserves. Plus Lestat's pretty clearly not in a great place from 2.08 and the s3 teaser, and in a lot of ways, it makes sense for the show to have Lestat do the work on himself that Louis' done on himself before they get back together.

Plus - book spoilers - but honestly, the timeline with TVL and Queen of the Damned works so well! Having them get back together right at the end of TVL, only for Lestat to be abducted by Akasha offers so much emotional carnage both for them as characters, and for us as viewers, haha.

[p1harmonie]

I JUST REWATCHED PIWON MOVIE AND I HAVE THINGS TO SAY

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Was thinking again about Montceratops earlier and how fucking Normal it would be for Roxy to have found another fucking missing animatronic by that point. Like okay cool. Another one. This one is how old??? Aight... okay then. That's a new record I think...

Roxy and Cassie's dad asking for help for Montceratops at this point is like "let me guess. Roxy found a new friend." and it's not even a question. They don't have any idea what the fuck she's found this time but they see Cassie's dad walk in like "hey so uh. You wanna maybe prep the cylinder?" for the very first time asking the other techs for help and they just fucking know Roxy's found some old fucked up lil guy in the god knows where lmao

They learned from the dinosaurs, the chicken, the duck, the Eclipse and the fucking herd of horses that Roxy wasn't gonna get in real trouble for any of this shit. At this point? Yeah they might as well-WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S A FUCKING DINOMONTY?! WHAT THE FUCK????

[trans-yllz]

sorry but the guy playing the ratfish on game changer was truly So fucking annoying

[mariyekos]

Imagining a scenario where at some point Dante and Lady get married purely for practical purposes (like if she gets hospitalized so Dante can visit/make some decisions) but Lady ends up dating Trish so Dante's like

[randomnameless]

Hey, I come crawling to your inbox with another question. Do you know if there's anything said about the position of Prime Minister after Aegir Sr is deposed? Does anyone take over, is it explicitly not filled, or is it just never discussed? Thanks!

Hi!

Hm, in-game properly... no, as far as I remember, nothing is told about the position.

However, in CF endings, Ferdie takes the title again or, in an interesting outcome, if he marries Manuela, she becomes the Prime Minister !

Adrestia could have been an interesting concept to explore, with an Emperor and a Prime Minister and his various ministers (what Edel calls the "Nobles"?) and said Ministers and the Emperor have, apparently, always benn vying for power over the other - but sadly the game doesn't explore this too much.

Sure, it's not a politics 101 game and as it is depicted we could buy the situation being similar to Begnion (and Emperor and a Senate) but when Adrestia's history has an insurrection started because the Emperor wanted to centralise power on himself, and the nobles reacted against him, I wonder if we could have had more...

[sherlock-is-ace]

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