#just as lie a friendly introduction thing

[mobbothetrue]

I’ve recently picked up splatoon again, and I was doing a buncha turf wars to build up my splatfest tee, and I wound up doing a few matches with this guy going by starlord. First match, no connection, but between matches I went over to hang out on Judd’s bench, and they joined me. Had a great time hopping around. Second match, we’re on the same team! great! Between matches we hang out on Judd’s bench again, pure vibin. Third match, and we’re on opposing teams.

I, of course, can’t do very much in this situation. There’s a very aggressive L3 on their team that keeps hunting me down, and I doubt they’ll let me initiate a party, but I don’t wanna kill my buddy. So, my compromise: they’re the only reef-lux user, so with all the determination in my little octopus body I’m gonna avoid killing them.

Half the match passes. I decide to try and make entry into the enemy base, I go up the stairs, and turn to find a reef-lux pointed at me. I raise my sploosh on instinct, but as soon as I register the bow I stop shooting and start going back down the stairs; too late. I’m splatted. ‘Aw,’ I think, ‘oh well, that’s fair.’ The camera, as it does in splatoon, focuses for a moment on my killer. They’re staring at the spot where I died. They enter swim form. They throw themself off the nearest ledge. man, human connection :) good :). I didn’t get to party with them again cause my switch shat itself and disconnected me, but I did send them a friend request which they accepted

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Reunion Interview

Plot: A reunion of our two favorite actors following their crazy lives after the ending of the fan-favorite show: The Mandalorian

Word Count: 4.7K

Pairing: Platonic!Pedro Pascal x Platonic!Reader, Paul Mescal x Reader

Warnings: sweet "father-daughter" moments, laughter giggles, just general fluff

A/N: This is something that's been on my mind for a while and with Gladiator 2 this only fueled it. CONTAINS CLAN OF THREE SPOILERS+WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE. Read all of the Clan of Three Series here and also read Where the Wild Things Are here

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“Alright, we are all ready?” The interviewer asks and the cameramen and sound people each give their sounds of agreement and then turn to give the go-ahead to start, “Hello guys it’s a pleasure meeting you two. It must be good to reunite once again. Let’s get a little introduction then go crazy.” He greets the two actors sitting next to each other.

“Hello world I’m Pedro Pascal.” “And I’m Y/n L/n and we’re here with Variety Magazine.” The two of you greet the camera before looking at one another. Pedro gives a fake serious look and you roll your eyes at his antics and he burst into laughter.

“This is what I dealt with for five years oh god how did I do it.” You pinch the bridge of your nose while the older man dies down his chuckles.

“Don’t act all innocent you were in just as much mischief as I was.” Pedro points at you, “I was barely an adult on set you’re supposed to be the responsible one.” It seemed like years had flown by. This TV show was your breakthrough role and allowed your career to skyrocket and it was all thanks to meeting this man.

“Plenty of fun stories from set between the cast and crew.” The interviewer asks you both and Pedro nods enthusiastically.

“The first two seasons this one was attached to my hip. I couldn’t even go for a nap without her waiting outside of my trailer.” He says with a chuckle and you cross your arms.

“You were the only person on set who was childish enough to want to hang out with a high schooler.” You reply sassily and the interviewer has to cover his mouth to hide his laughter while Pedro gasps dramatically while holding his chest. “How dare you call me childish.”

“So Y/n being the youngest person of the cast and growing up on the show how did it affect your character?” You smile smoothing out the wrinkle in your pants.

“Well, I was cast in 2018 a couple of months after Pedro was already cast. It’s funny cause Dave and Jon actually when creating this show my character was never meant to be in this show just an idea thrown around.” You explain, “But they decided why not add another bounty for Mando to take care of, but through the show, they both learn to take care of each other and he becomes a father figure to her.”

“And Pedro how was that playing a role of becoming a father figure and being there in her life?” He asks and Pedro scratches his beard.

“I mean at first not gonna lie I was very nervous. I have worked with younger actors before but this was something different. It wasn’t a child actor that played my son or daughter, or someone who was an adult it was a teenager that I would be working with quite closely. I mean we met for our first table read and you were just this shy girl who was meant to be this sassy badass character. But you blew me and the crew away when we started working together,” Pedro says glancing over at you with a nostalgic look in his eyes, “Both the relationship of our characters had this whole evolution from being adversaries and not even friendly with one another to a bond that ran deeper than blood. I watched her grow up with every episode and season from that timid little girl to this strong intelligent woman before me.” You give a pouting smile before putting your face in your hands.

“I hate you. You’re gonna make me cry.” You sigh making the interviewer and Pedro laugh and wraps his arms around your hunched-over body rocking you side to side. “You’re not the only one teary-eyed,” The interviewer says fanning his eyes and you smile at his attempt to not single you out.

“It’s all good I’m professional.” You steel your face wiping away any trace of sadness from his touching speech. “Yeah, Pedro is an alright guy I guess.” You shrug and Pedro bursts into laughter throwing his head back

“Okay getting back on track. You’ve both been very busy this past year. Season 3 of The Mandalorian has been out and fans are both crying over how good this show is and how you tore us all apart with the ending.” He says and Pedro fake cries remembering the ending.

“Hey, I didn’t want her to leave me. She went to go find herself.” He points his thumb at me and you slap it away, “I didn’t have a decision in it as well. You should have seen him on my final day of filming, so as you know this man over here was gone pretty much all of season three cause he was filming his show with his other kids.” Referencing Bella Ramsey and Nico Parker his two other ‘children’ in The Last Of Us.

“Pedro is just our favorite father figure.” The interviewer says and you nod in agreement. “You have too many children to keep count of.” You say and Pedro gives a sheepish grin.

“I’m just good with kids.” He shrugs.

“But anyways so since he was busy filming for that show we were able to have his amazing stunt doubles, I love you Brendan and Lateef become him. So comes my final scene where I leave and Din is left all sad with Grogu. I think he’s in Canada filming and we block out the scene Dave and Jon tell us we’re all set. That scene feels very close to me 'cause it feels like my goodbye to both the character and to the crew who’s been there since I was eighteen.” You remember the sadness that day on set knowing that this was your final hours with this group.

“So we start rolling and I go through my whole monologue,”

“Which was amazing by the way.” The interviewer butts in and you smile,

“Oh thank you. So I do my thing and who I think is Brendan just breaks down crying before he can say his line I panic and try to improvise to get him back on track but when Dave calls cut I expect it to be Brendan to take off the helmet and apologize but turns out it was this crybaby.” You point your thumb to an embarrassed Pedro.

“Did you expect no waterworks when you were leaving me?” He defends himself, “I didn’t expect you there in the first place! But it was sweet and after many takes because he couldn’t get through his lines without crying we finished my last scenes.”

“I have seen that video from Dave Filoni of the behind-the-scenes of your final day on set.” On the TV beside the interviewer plays a video that shows the set and crew and there are the two of you going through the scene before Jon calls cut.

You remember that take vividly it ended up being the one used for the final cut, the second ‘Cut!’ was shouted the crew broke into cheers. You immediately crouch and break into tears and Pedro removes his helmet pulling you into a bearhug crying into your shoulder you both cry out your characters and each other's final goodbyes on set.

“Give it up to Y/n for her final scene! That’s a wrap for her.” Dave says behind the camera as it moves closer to you and Pedro. Both of you were teary-eyed, Pedro looking like a wreck as you give a cheesy grin through tears and Pedro presses a kiss to your temple before pulling you into another tight hug and that’s when the video ends.

“A very heartfelt video that shows the bond you two have working together over five years.” He says and the two of you smile. Just being a part of the Star Wars franchise had been a dream, growing up watching the original and the prequels as a child and now being involved in this story was game-changing. “Outside of Star Wars, you’ve both been very busy Pedro with Wonder Woman, The Unbearable Weight, hosting SNL, and one of the most popular shows of this year The Last of Us.”

“Stop it you’re making me blush.” Pedro waves his hand acting bashfully, “Don’t forget the three Emmy nominations.” You pipe in and Pedro covers his face at all the compliments headed his way. This man was way too humble.

“You’re not off the hook either you’ve been very busy yourself, you got your nomination for an Emmy for ‘The Mandalorian’, you’ve been in Bullet Train, Across the Spider-Verse, In the Heights, the latest Indiana Jones, and you just wrapped up A Quiet Place: Day One, all while going to school and getting your college degree now finally enjoying adulthood, how is that like.” The interviewer reminds you of the work you’ve done in the past five years.

You laugh twisting the rings that adore your fingers, “I mean high school was easier as I had an on-set teacher and graduated right around in the middle of filming In the Heights. Then for college right as the pandemic hit we all were on lockdown I continued with online courses and once it lifted it was working a schedule of classes and work but all the films I’ve been on have been so accommodating. With the program I took I graduated right after we wrapped Season 3 and before the Press Tour,” Pedro makes a cheering noise as the interviewer laughs.

“I’m assuming you were in attendance for that Pedro?” He questions and Pedro nods enthusiastically, “Of course, I was there for both high school and college! I made a sign and everything.” He and the interviewer laugh as you shake your head.

“Did he?!”

“It was the same big sign with a bunch of horrible pictures of me I think it said, ‘Y/n L/n my unofficial daughter’ with like a bunch of hearts.” You can picture the sign clearly remembering both high school and college walking across the stage to receive your diploma and hearing your friends and family cheer Pedro being one of the loudest.

“Since graduating and now fully dedicating yourself to film how has it been?” The interviewer questions and you give a wide smile.

“I love it so much, while it was stressful balancing work and classes being done is so rewarding. I’ve been able to accept so many new projects and attend so many events I couldn’t before due to classes.” In college, you and your manager had discussed your schedule working around sets while focusing on your education. You decided to strictly do online courses just to make things easier if you do need to travel for work but you’ve been to school events and made friends in college despite your virtual learning.

“Is this the first time you are meeting back up in person since the premiere of Season Three?” He asks and it makes sense with your guys’ busy schedules.

“No surprisingly since we wrapped Season Three there was a time when we didn’t see each other, with Pedro busy with Strange Way of Life, and I had just ended college. Plus I just moved to New York and then got involved with A Quiet Place we didn’t see each other in person until I think it was when you hosted SNL..?” You explain and Pedro perks up.

“Nooo you were there for the premiere of The Last of Us.” He calls you out and your jaw drops you completely forget how busy and how many premieres it all blends. “I would say you kinda stole the show when you appeared on the carpet, none of us were expecting you to be there.” The interviewer says with a laugh.

“That would be an understatement. So it’s the night before the premiere I’m in LA and I think she’s still in New York I remember I called you cause I felt like I was going to die,” Pedro retells and you laugh remembering picking up the phone to see a very nervous Pedro who was pacing in a panic about the premiere for the show.

“You were fine just being a big baby as usual you did the same thing during season one.” He shushes you trying to cover your mouth with his hand but you dodge from it.

“ANYWAYS,” He raises his voice, “Night of the premiere and I feel like I’m going to puke and crap myself all at the same time. But I get there everything is alright I see the rest of the cast happy to see Bellie again all those good things. I’m doing an interview and I think Bella was still on the carpet taking some photos when this roar of cheers came from the beginning. I’m thinking it’s Ashley Johnson or Troy Baker the original Joel and Ellie but I can’t see from down there. So they want me to get some photos with Bella and how I couldn’t tell they were planning something is beyond me.” You and the interviewer start giggling and you see queued up is a video from that night.

“Oh god, you have a video!” Pedro groans covering his face and you nudge him forcing him to watch.

The shouts of fans and photographers as Pedro poses for photos and you can see Bella go over and pull him over as the pair take photos together. Pedro places his hand on his stomach a technique he has used for years to quell his anxiety. The flashing lights and screams of fans only grow louder for a second and he just laughs confused at them. Bella squeezes his arm from his right side and he can sense a presence on his left side and he assumes it’s another cast member.

“Hey P…” A voice whispers in his ear and his eyes widen comically and he whips to turn to face you who has a cheesy smile on your face.

“What the fuck!”

The cameras show Pedro quickly wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you in the air and you laugh loudly before he puts you down and immediately talks rapidly questioning how you are here, how this happened, when you planned this, he had just called you a few hours before. The cameras start yelling at you two to pose and the pair of you pose a big grin spread across Pedro’s face. The video ends as he pulls Bella and Nico making it a group photo of all his on-screen daughters.

You laugh as it freezes at the photo of all of you smiling and laughing.

“I’m still in shock you managed to pull a fast one on me but that truly made my night,” Pedro says.

“It was all Bella and Nico’s planning I didn’t even know how they even managed to keep it from you during all those press tours. I was fully there like four days before the premiere,” You say, and on the screen are photos you had posted following the surprise of you hanging with Bella and Nico, and the rest of the last of us crew. One photo that makes you giggle is you standing before a snoring Pedro on a couch in a green room that you had Bella take for you when you snuck to watch their interviews.

“Speaking of Bella and Nico. I would say you including Sophie Thatcher blew up the internet in the ‘Children of Pedro’ interview,” The interviewer mentions and you smile and a thumbnail of the interview with you and these amazing actors and actresses.

“Oh, that interview was so much fun. It was the first time I met Bella and Nico as I worked alongside Sophie during Boba Fett and we all had this instant chemistry. Following that we all became good friends and we try to hang out when any of us are in town or plan stuff.” You explain and you see Pedro has a warm smile happy to see all the people he cares deeply for are friends, “Pedro’s glad all his children aren’t fighting.” You smirk and both the interviewer and Pedro laugh at your comment.

“I’m glad my home has some form of order,” Pedro bounces off your quip and the interviewer looks over some of his notes.

“Alright, I have some fan questions sent in for the both of you to answer if that’s alright.” He asks as both you and Pedro take sips from your drinks.

“Sounds great!” “Hit me with them.”

The interviewer nods excitedly looking over at you, “Alright Y/n we’ll start with you. This is a question from @pedroswife1975 ‘I was just as gagged at Pedro’s SNL performance I wanted to know if you had any clue of Pedro’s plans or did you go in just as blind as everyone else.’.” The screen shows a college work on Pedro’s SNL night.

“Oh, that was a crazy night, I was so excited to hear he was hosting SNL cause I was used to this guy’s craziness,” You say pointing a thumb at the older man, “I didn’t realize he was dropping hints or asking for my opinion like the fan cam skit he asked me about how I felt about like fan edits. To those watching I love them so much and genuinely lay in bed kicking my legs seeing the crazy shit yall make of me or people I know. Also, that fucking voice in the memory lost one.” Pedro bursts into laughter.

“What voice? This is my normal talking voice.” He flawlessly does the valley girl's voice that makes you speak through giggles.

“I think it was when he was in New York to rehearse for SNL and we’ve been meeting up and hanging out and we were at this cafe and he slips into this voice and I literally couldn’t help giggling,” You say, “So when I go to the taping I had to cover my mouth to stop from giggling everyone second.”

“It’s an amazing voice though.” The interviewer says in the valley girl accent, “Oh totally it’s completely amazingggg.” You respond by going heavy on the vocal fry unable to burst into a fit of giggles alongside Pedro.

“Okay, next question for Pedro. This is from @y/nssoulmate ‘I’m dying to know cause those Instagram photos were insane, but how crazy was Y/n’s 21st birthday?! Please I’m dying to know I’ll give my first child to know!!’.” You immediately groan covering your face and the pair laugh. On the screen appears a photo of your twenty-first birthday it’s partially blurry but it’s of you looking plastered. A ‘21’ crown halfway on your frizzy hair from the humidity of Pedro’s apartment that he transformed into a club vibe, a drunk grin on your face with an arm around Pedro’s shoulder the other holding a martini. Pedro is practically holding you up looking drunk as well as a beer in his free hand.

Pedro chuckles rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m going to be so honest I don’t remember much of that night. Someone thought it was a good idea to try and outdrink each other.”

“Hey! I was given full rein since it was my birthday. You were meant to be the responsible adult. Luckily Sarah Paulson and Oscar Issac were the actual adults that night,” You defend yourself. Truly that night was a blur but it was such a fun night. Your friends had taken you out for breakfast and a full day of celebration before you received a text from Pedro to go to his apartment to get his gift that he accidentally shipped to his place. Turns out it was a surprise and he was able to come back from shooting for The Last of Us and bring along your close friends and family.

“For my soulmate unfortunately neither Pedro nor I remember that night but trust from what those there that night it was the best birthday someone could through for me. Though I did avoid alcohol for like a month.” You say and Pedro groans remembering the hangout you both suffered the following day.

“Okay question for you Ms. Partyer. @imstillsadfromkazsdeath,” You laugh at hearing from the person’s social handle, “Their question is with news of both Wicked which you worked alongside Director John Chu during In the Heights, and Gladiator 2 has your co-star, Joseph Quinn, your father-figure Pedro, and your friend Paul Mescal coming out at the same time. Which are you seeing first Wicked or Gladiator 2?” On the screen, it shows a college of you with each respective person mentioned. A photo of you nineteen on set in New York City with John Chu and Lin Manuel Miranda, a picture of you and Pedro during premiere of season 3 of Mandalorian, a picture of you and Joseph Quinn on the set of A Quiet Place both dusty and covered in fake blood, and finally a picture of you and Paul Mescal at the this recent Met Gala a candid photo of inside the event talking during dinner.

“One more of a sidebar, I’m still sad about Kaz’s death if I could’ve changed it I would’ve both Freddy and I were so bummed filming those scenes. But for your question fuck you.” You answer so seriously that both Pedro and the interviewer burst into laughter.

“Seriously fuck you for making me choose. One I love John Chu and I am so excited to see Wicked I’ve been obsessed with it since a kid and I saw Idina and Kristin on Broadway so I need to see what Cynthia and Ariana do with this. But I also love all three guys and want to support them too 'cause I also love Gladiator and I know my father would be super betrayed since it’s our go-to movie to watch.” You were in such a rough spot.

“Can I clone myself?” You ask and both Pedro and the interviewer shake their head which makes you let out a frustrated groan, “You know what? I’ll see whatever movie I get invited to first. This leaves me not to choose it’s in the hands of John and the boys so they need to battle it out.”

“Wow, seriously such a cop-out,” Pedro whines and you shrug, “You can’t force me to decide if I don’t have the choice.”

“Very well played. Alright, our final question for Pedro from @pedroiszaddyfr they ask ‘Hey Pedro if I get chosen I’m absolutely in love with you and just want you to know that.”

“Aw, I love you too,” Pedro replies and the interviewer continues.

“So my question is in The Last of Us after season 1 in the books ‘The Last of Us: Where the Wild Things Are’ we do get introduced to Joel’s second biological daughter is there any potential plans to include them in the show making them canon since they aren’t in Part 2 and if so. Please for the love of all these mighty get Y/n to play your daughter she would kill the role!” The interviewer chuckles at the question and you look over at Pedro who thinks over the question.

“Well as I’m sure many of you do know in the books we do get an extremely interesting character that changes and adds more depth to the characters of the game. I’d love them to add her into the show and we see the change in Joel and Ellie during the period before season two. I mean I’d be so down for Y/n to be a part of this but that’s in the hands of Craig and Neil. Unless you know something I don’t?” Pedro turns to look at you and you raise your hands shaking your head.

“I’m just as clueless as you. But I would love to be a part of the show. I’ve read the book and she truly is such an interesting character. I mean that opening fight scene in the cabin before Joel and Tommy pull up is so fucking cool. But yeah Craig and Neil hit me up before Pedro starts begging and whining.” You say and a bark of laughter comes from the older man.

“Well thank you both so much for taking the time and talking about your lives and this amazing reunion. Is this the last you too will see each other until the next reunion?” The interviewer says.

“Nope! This girl can’t get rid of me now that we’re both back in New York for the time being.” Pedro says wrapping an arm around your shoulder and resting his head on top of yours.

“If anyone wants to take this old man off my hand you can have him,” You comment and Pedro gasps pushing you away from him as you giggle, “I’m kidding I love him and he’s amazing but yeah we got tickets for Beyonce coming up so I am very excited while I need this one to listen to her entire discography before we go,” You point your thumb at him and he raises his hand.

“Hey, I got a decent chunk under my belt. Plus I’ve known Beyonce longer than you.” Pedro says and the pair of you being bickering having that be the outro of the interview.

The pair of you collect your items from your dressing rooms before heading outside. Pedro has his arm wrapped around your shoulder to make sure you don’t bump into anything your gaze glued to your phone. The cool New York breeze sends chills down your spine as you scroll through Instagram. A buzz from your phone a text saying ‘Look up’ and when you look up you see Paul standing a few feet away in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt a trench coat over it with a cap and glasses.

“Paul!” You smile lowering your phone and pulling away from Pedro to go over to Paul who welcomes you in his arms, “I thought we were gonna meet at dinner?”

He shrugs a half grin on his face, “Thought I surprise you and then we can head together. What’s up Pedro” You smile at his thoughtfulness. Pedro accepts his handshake.

“Good to see you Paul, how’s the city treating you?” He asks knowing that Paul came here just a few days ago from London when you mentioned it.

“Good real good. You know how the city usually is but luckily I have a good guide,” Paul says squeezing your shoulder and you flush shying away. Pedro smiles glad to see you are happy as the pair of you look at each other with loving looks.

“Well, I’ll leave you both be to enjoy the rest of your night. I got plans to meet with Sarah and Lux soon,” He says giving Paul a handshake before you pull away and give Pedro a big hug which he equally reciprocates.

“Send Sarah and Lux my regards.” You say and Pedro nods, “Lux wants to see you soon so be sure to reach out to her.”

“I will and don’t forget we have drinks this Friday,” You say pointing your finger at him and he nods while pulling out his headphones.

“Yes, mom…” He rolls his eyes before starting to walk away sending a final wave, “Have a good night!”

“Bye Pedro.” “Bye P I love you!” You shout so he can hear over his headphones.

“Love you too kid!” He says blowing you a kiss before disappearing within the crowd. You bring your attention back to Paul who tucks a stray strand behind your ear.

“What are you looking at? Is something on my face?” You ask trying to reach for your face but he stops you holding your hand and giving a squeeze.

“I’m just looking at you, a chuisle mo chroí. You’re just beautiful is all.” He says slipping to Irish so easily it sends a shiver down your spine at his accent.

“Stop being so cheesy,” Your face flushes hot as you shove him away starting in the direction of the subway station. You hear him run up after you easily wrapping his arm around your waist before placing a kiss on your lips which you eagerly accept your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. Pulling away a bit, he gives a familiar smirk that makes you grin as you fully step back taking hand and the pair make their way to your plans.

“You’re such a sap.”

“A sap for you my love~”

“Shut up!”

a/n: y'all I'm alive I swear these finals have truly been killing me and TRUST, any paused work will be coming back I swear on my unborn child.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Just Like Dad (3 of 4)

Content & Warnings: referenced military career, domestic fluff

Word Count: 804

Soap stumbles through an explanation when faced with a barrage of questions.

Imagines & What If Series

ao3 // main masterlist // just like dad masterlist

Johnny is a firecracker. The spark from struck flint.

He dives in headfirst, charges forward, his actions led by his head and his heart. Johnny might be high-strung at times. Rambunctious and eager. Sometimes he’s stubborn when it comes to people and things he cares about.

All of that is true. And all of it is also reflected in his six-year-old daughter.

The two of them stand in the middle of the kitchen. Johnny has his hands on his hips. His daughter mimics his movements, forcing all her attitude into it, even adding a single arched eyebrow. Johnny would laugh but he’s trying to be serious.

She looks so much like her mother it’s startling.

He’s trying to keep his demeanor calm under the barrage of questions about his job. His daughter is a curious creature. She wants to know everything, oftentimes asking so many questions at once they start to run together.

Usually, Johnny is indulgent. He loves nourishing that curiosity. But right now, that curiosity is treading on dangerous territory. Of everything Johnny is protective of, it’s his daughter. But more than that, it’s to protect her from the realities of his career.

It isn’t pretty. It isn’t clean.

And she’s asking endless questions. So many that they’re melting together, pushing him toward every bad mission and terrible death.

“That’s not one of the questions,” he replies cooly, nodding toward the piece of paper resting on the kitchen table.

It’s a questionnaire. One the school sends that has her basic interests along with information about family. She’ll use it for projects and to make connections with classmates. It’s a standard thing, something sent out early in the schoolyear as a form of introduction.

His daughter stands mute. Unmoving. She’s trying to be tough, and while it makes his heart warm with pride, it’s also incredibly frustrating.

“I’ll answer the questions on your paper. Nothing more.” Johnny is setting a boundary because it’s all he can do. He won’t lie to her, but he’s not going to swim through rough waters.

Her bottom lip pops out in a pout and Johnny sighs, crossing his arms. “Why do you want to know so bad?”

She takes a deep breath, shoulders softening. “Because I want to be like you when I grow up.”

Because I want to be like you when I grow up.

The automatic response is “no.” That isn’t what she wants or will ever want. All she knows are the friendly faces, of how Simon’s mask is way too big for her head, or Price’s hugs which she loves more than anything.

Those are not the realities. Those are soft things. Pieces that keep her satiated.

“Why do you want to be like me?” he asks slowly, chest slightly tight with dread.

“Why not?” she shrugs, as if that is a perfectly logical stance.

Where is his wife when he needs you? You would help. You would distract and move her on to something else so that Johnny doesn’t have to flounder under all these questions. She came like a fury of rapidly popping fireworks, peppering him until she finally ended her chatter with wide eyes and heaving chest.

Why not?

Because there are dark tendrils that cling to him that won’t let go. She doesn’t need those. She shouldn’t have to carry those burdens with her everywhere.

There is no reason to crush her dreams. There is no reason to smack this idealism down. Not yet. When she’s older, Johnny can be clearer, he can be more upfront about the toll this line of work has taken on him.

Sighing, he walks up to the kitchen table, picking up her sparkly purple pencil. It is rough against his fingertips as he bends at the waist to peer at the questionnaire. She stands next to him, watching intently, leaning on an elbow, peering over his arm as he starts to fill out information on the page.

Johnny takes his time. He is truthful in his answers. He is part of The Special Air Service. He runs covert missions. He vaguely lists out what a day might look like for him when he’s not deployed. His daughter watches on, saying nothing.

 But there is no snarky comment or attitude that he usually expects from her.

“Thank you, Daddy,” is all she says, neatly folding the paper in half to stuff into her schoolbag. Johnny offers her the glittery purple pencil and she takes that too.

He bends at the knees, getting on her level. “Want to help me start dinner?”

“Yes!” she beams.

“Grab a chair,” he says, nodding toward the dining table.

She drags it across the floor, pushing it up against the bottom cabinets. She turns, smile wide, hands clasped eagerly in front of her.

This is the distraction he needs.

[glassmitu]

Hi :D and hope you are having a great day. I hope you don't mind me requesting for platonic guest 1337 and Doey (GN) reader.

If you don't know who that is. Doey is a mascot toy made out of colorful dough. The colors he has are blue, red, orange and yellow. He's also from poppy playtime which is a toy factory that turn kids into mascot toys so it is a horror game. One fact about him is that he has 3 kid souls in him. The names of the kids are Matthew, Kevin and Jack. And has ONE weakness is when the temperature gets really cold and he freezes due to it he also feels pain because of it.

Matthew is the one mostly in control (which means Doey helps and protects the others while being silly and kid friendly but he doesn’t stay like that when things are serious). Kevin gets in control when they feel overwhelmed (which means Doey goes on a killing spree completely filled with rage and saying “GENTLE VOICES LIE!”). And Jack gets in control when he's too emotional (which means Doey is just crying a lot and wanting to go home or calling to his mom or dad). Sorry if I explain way too much I thought it might help you know a little more. And here's a random concept of mine: (sorry that it’s sideways tho)

Masterlist — Forsaken

Request — Guest 1337 with doey!gn!Reader, platonic, headcanons,,

⭑𓂃 ⌗ Staff — OMG DOEY!!! This is nice idea!!: 33,, also sorry if this is short (*꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

GUEST 1337

𖣠 M!You were teleported to some place, but at least M!you had a place to stay and protect the kids there!

𖣠 Ever since M!you began to live there at least, there were some people who called survivors that came by.

𖣠 At first, M!you didn't attack them or anything, of course not. They aren't here to hurt the other kids!

𖣠 But that all changed, when one of them exploded the nearby place that where some kids were inside.

𖣠 in result, k!you attacked the other survivors , you allowed them to roam around freely but in return, they gave trouble .

𖣠 While doing so, K!you were stun by a survivor, who you seems to see as soilder at least, considering his clothes and all.

𖣠 And after going back to normal, K!you chased that man, how dare he!

𖣠 But after awhile, the survivors were gone, which k!You were angry at while M!you were relieved.

𖣠 Time passed, you haven't seen any survivors untill you met that man again, and K!you took control and attacked him. Only to be met with cold weather seems to hit you all.

𖣠 That moment, J!you took control due to the weakness and emotional state of yours getting bad.

𖣠 Guest 1137 were suprised, untill he realized that you were a kid. But had split personalities ,

𖣠 He came closer to you, and comforted you to your suprise, you let him comfort you.

𖣠 after all that emotional accident, you fully introduced yourself, j!you,m!you and k!you, after your introduction, guest 1337 introduced himself too.

𖣠 Some time of talking and all, you two gotten along very well actually! you saw guest 1337 as a parental figure, a father figure.

𖣠 In guest 1337's respective, he is quite surpised that you are mix of three kids, that explained your split personalities,

𖣠 And he hopes that your will and desire to protect the kids of the place shall not be destroyed,

𖣠 Overall, he sometimes visits you to talk and such, you ask about his experiences before this forsaken thingy too!

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[stellaranglerfish]

INTRODUCTION TO MY BLOG!

MY ART STYLE IS INCONSISTENT!!!

Fandoms: RE8, Undertale, Gravity falls, Welcome Home, some Transformers, CRK, Obey me! And Stardew Valley

Be nice haha.. I'm very sensitive to insults :')

These are my OCs

The one in the white, Nathaniel/Lux and the one in the black, Alistair/Tenebris.

Info:

They're old. Alistair doesn't get along with Nathaniel, but Nathaniel always gets along with him.

Alistair may seem aloof to Nathaniel, but they do care for eachother and will protect one another.

Nathaniel at times may seem prideful while at times Alistair may seem envious.

They both share a love for macaroons. They're both good and seek to do good for the world.

They're twins, both made at the same time. Light and dark, Wax and Tar, Lux and Tenebris, Nathaniel and Alistair.

All the same, they are fire! 🔥

This one, this is Harlow Lebedev! In his mid 30s? 40s? Dunno, don't care and he's also Russian.

Info:

He's part of a triplets, His older brother being Arlow (very creative ik), and younger sister, Marlow. (super creative)

When Harlow was young, he had discovered his passion for music and became a prodigy, as years went by, his brother got jealous and stabbed him. Family broke apart and he got very sad.

He gave up on music and became a detective instead.

He found Charlotte (his adopted daughter), found joy and decided he'd try music once again.

Harlow started as a nonchalant kid, he was quiet and dedicated to his practices and when his brother stabbed him, he got depressed for nearly 3 years or more.. he's probably still depressed though.

Anyways, his personality took a turn and he became sarcastic, uh playful?? Ig, he does that to cope.

He likes warm things, blankets, heaters and hates the cold. He likes grapes. He likes mystery novels and music.

He likes rock music, classical and anything else.

Steorra or his old name Pulse and his alias Radiowave I hate this one sm. But, he's also one I'm proud of. He's old.

Info:

Steorra was a reporter back before the war, he said too much got punished disappeared and came back deranged and like this. He has five sparklings, Vega, Canopus, Allios, Arcturus, and Polaris (that's the order of the oldest to youngest)

He was supposed to be a HUMVEE but look how it turned out smh.

He's scared of vases and medics, don't ask me why, I just thought it'd be funny.

He's a little stupid at times but he has his moments. He can be mature and oh so stoic and then he's back to being silly.

Harou

Harou loves oranges, fish, and coins.

He likes poetry, arts, and sculpting.

He's like that naturally.

Airhead but serious.

He speaks slowly to the point of condescending but he does that so he knows what he's saying.

He's from a noble family and he's the head of it, he loathes his father to the point he wishes he perishes due to the fact his father is the reason why his mother is dead. (Since his dad wanted her dead)

He doesn't lie, he's blunt and he loves the ocean.

He's a very caring man by heart, he just has difficulties showing it even if his approach to showing care is direct.

Twin brother, Harui, he's the opposite of Harou in a way, he's happy-go-lucky but he's not very nice compared to Harou. He has a streak of being mean to people he doesn't know.

Younger sister, Chiyo, she's very determined although shy, but like the rest of the family, she won't hold back on her words. She does most of the work in the house along with Yukitoshi while the elder siblings are away.

Younger brother, Yukitosh, he's grumpy, often trying to be the most rational one in the family since the other three are more prone to impulsiveness and emotions.

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Rakumei Minakami

He loves apple juice and his ball

He lives in the ocean.

He once wandered the entirety of teyvat but he outlived all his old friends.

He's pretty much a recluse but he isn't very hostile, he's welcoming and friendly and would love to follow interesting figures around.

He's attracted to any shiny things he could find and cherishes gems.

He's protective but kind.

He's a pretty sweet guy who just wants friends.

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Water Lily Dragon Cookie or Red Attraction Lily Cookie or Attraction Red Dragon

No nonsense, very sad, very knowledgeable. Caring for his children.

He refuses to show any outward emotions towards outsiders since other cookies have broken his trust and as much as he wishes he could hate them, his wife had told him otherwise and that he should keep learning how to love and live happily as he could and so he tries and is failing miserably.

He used to be passionate and full of love when he met his wife, vowing to love her every single moment in her life and going as far as take a feeble crunchy cookie body just so they could be together.

He's a calm dragon, he often stays in his domain

His domain is calm, tranquil and unmoving.

Cookies are still welcome in their library but if they wish to use it in battle or war he'll be displeased.

He dislikes violence but will use it to defend his territory.

Has an ability to put everyone in silence no matter how much they try to talk.

Has a wife, Tuberose Cookie, very passionate and loving, but she's stern.

And a twin brother named, Blue Water Lily Dragon Cookie or Blue Beauty, He's calm and reserved.

Mean. Very mean.

But it's due to the fact he's small and is often underestimated.

He doesn't have any cool power but he's quick and can blow bubble barriers and spray out water to disorientate enemies.

He dislikes feeling small.

SIMP.

Eikichi Kiyo, he's around 30? Or something like that, dunno don't care.

In heian era, his name was Ei

He's a sarcastic guy, playful and yet miserable around Gojo.

He dislikes being small.

[multjverse]

Welcome to my corner of the internet, enjoy your stay!

Hello there! — Obi-Wan Kenobi

Everyone calls me J, so you guys might as well. (18)

Things I like (as in obsess over):

• Chaotic fiction and the sad little characters inside it — think Bungou Stray Dogs, The Apothecary Diaries, Dead Poets Society, House MD, Star Wars, Doctor Who, Good Omens, South Park, It, and MANY. MANY. MORE.

• Playlists. They will appear. A lot of them. Including this one which is soukoku-coded (with explanation) and this one that’s giving villain arc not gonna lie.

• Formula One, as an Italian boy, I have to be a tifoso. As a matter of fact I suffer for that red car every Sunday.

Small facts about me:

• You’ll catch me saying “just one more episode” (or chapter) with the confidence of a liar daily.

• Scientists are baffled by my ability to fuck up every time.

• I am the type to stare at art until I think “I could do that” and then not doing that. (Okay, I do try. You’ll find a few fanarts on here.)

This far if you think my introduction is bad, you should see some of my life choices. After all I am a professional lurker turned part-time poster.

Other things about me:

I HAVE AN AO3 ACCOUNT AND I WRITE (badly). CURRENTLY WORKING ON:

• Behind the Scenes of Meoto Zenzai — a soukoku fic (trailer)

• Estranged Infatuation — an andperry/hilson fic (trailer)

I’m actively participating in the 2025 soukoku mixtape exchange and YES something is coming your way between July 6 and July 19.

Expect: rambling, slow fic updates (blame exams not me), art attempts, thoughts and head canons about stuff, and the occasional existential crisis.

Some of my favourite unrelated posts:

• The Flags & Duo Nicknames Headcanon.

• Moles Headcanon (Platonic Odazai, Odango & Soukoku).

• Soukoku: They Are Not Casual.

• Under-appreciated Duo — Kunikida & Dazai.

Find me elsewhere (if you truly have nothing better to do with your day):

AO3: for the fics.

TikTok: for whatever that is.

If you want to know something or just want someone to talk to my inbox is always open, I’m friendly I swear but if I reply late it’s probably because I’m sleeping.

[chuchurio]

“Old as time.”

* Xavier x Gen!Reader * Synopsis: It's so hard not to spiral when you keep existing so far away. It's the only way things would be okay. . Sometimes it's hard to ignore what the heart wants. Genre: Angst, reincarnation, subtle hints of death (not really tho), pining, yearning. WC:650 a/n: This one's on the shorter side, but it's been haunting me and I just had to make it. Also, is it obvious I love yearning tropes? hehe :))

 Xavier stared at you quietly, and his thoughts could never form properly when he caught sight of you. He’s seen you countless times, centuries of fashions, a plethora of reunions that could never be if he let himself be known.

He knows it’s selfish. 

He’s done a close to perfect job. When he wants to, but sometimes the grief and yearning are too much even for him. He’d retaliate over his own rules, drawing a bit closer, deciding to have a conversation for just a minute longer. Other times, it got so bad that he decided to get involved in your life. 

It’s bad for both of you. It’ll always be bad. 

Like when he saw one of your royal court members make you laugh so loudly that it resonated into his bones, inwardly pleased that it was just as loud as the last era he heard it in. 

Or when your brows would furrow when you tried to form the characters of the alphabet on the scroll, delicately pressing the brush and repeating. 

Including when you raised a spear at his neck and glared at him with a disdain that had no other reason than being on the wrong side of history. He would watch from afar, silently killing any ally who wanted to take your life. 

What’s the point of stars aligning when you’ll only cross paths? 

He was your guiding light from afar, but he wanted more. Just so much more. 

But this time, you blocked his path. 

“You.” You keep your gaze on him, scanning the familiarity that lingers in your chest. 

Xavier blinked, a bit dumbfounded that you got in his way, trying to exit the work meeting, wanting to slip away before he bends the rules again. 

“How are you working solo?” You were speaking friendly, but there was an accusatory tone behind it. He fought the urge to smile. 

“Is that really important?” He watches the way your brows crinkle, down to the way your lips form a soft frown. 

“Yeah. You’re suspicious.” You would press your finger to your chin, curling as if that would let you read his mind. He was a sucker for it. 

“Seems you’ve caught me.” Xavier raises his hands up, no defiance as he surrenders to your accusations. You crack a smile, a light chuckle escaping from you. 

“You’re strange.” 

“Could say the same with you.” He’s doing it again. Going past the promised small talk. Past only glances, keeping a distance. It gets tiring when fate plays against him. 

“You don’t talk much.” You say softly, trying to analyze him from this proximity. 

He shrugged, “I prefer to go home right after missions,” he admitted to you, a slight lie. 

You eye him curiously, before your guard goes down. When time warps, he doesn’t know how many times he’s met you. He has spoken to you, but your introductions are rarer. 

Like today, you introduced yourself properly, it’s hard for him to keep composure when you’re extending a connection just like that. He wishes to repeat your name, call for you, but he shouldn’t. 

It’s a terrible ending every single time. 

His gaze softens for just a moment, “Xavier.” He responds respectfully, or at least he tells himself it’s to be proper. 

“Huh.. Something about you is familiar..” You started, looking at him as if he had the answer. He did, honestly, but he couldn't tell you that.

He’s too bright to be your shadow, too mellow to be your sun, 

But he’s bound to find you. 

You waved it off, not putting much thought into it, unaware of the whirlwind you sent him through. 

This time, he’s your upstairs neighbor. Next time, he might be your classmate again, and somewhere along the fractures of minutes, he’ll be completely yours.

And he ultimately left it to chance, breaking his rules once again, even if it’ll jeopardize both of you. He couldn’t help it. 

“How come?” 

[that-one-i-think]

Here's a challenge for the Hunger Games AU that I'm gonna bounce around in my head, Blazein.

I like either the option of them being from the same district, maybe even growing up together and not wanting to kill each other, OR they could be from completely different districts. Either one has a lot of potential methinks

OOOOOOOO! This'll be fun BUT I am going to inform you now before you get into it, I don't believe this will be a ship where both survive. Not gonna say who yet, but one of them is going to die in the arena. This is also an outline, so it won't be that detailed (though, probably still gonna be long as hell)

Their Districts and Quelling Introductions

Blaze is from district 10, livestock and is built like a ranch hand. He is tall, beefy, but still on the rather lean side as while the district has livestock, it is still heavily regulated by the Captial so any killing of animals for personal gain is illegal, so he has had known his fair share of starvation. Despite this, though, Blaze is a massive beacon of joy and calm any animal and person alike, which comes in handy when he is distracting various Peacekeepers whenever Dottie, Daniel, and his other friends and family are slipping cattle under their nose. All in all, he has lived a rather good life despite the circumstances, until he was randomly chosen for the reaping.

Blazes personality and looks came in handy when he was reaped at 17, as he is quite the looker, a rare natural beauty with a bright and shinning personality to match. This made many of the capital fall head over heels for him, with stylists linning up to dress this handsome man (hes a boy but... Captital cares none). Like how many see a dumb dog and go "oooohhhh look at dat boiiii", that was the capitals reaction to him because Blaze was just naturally alluring, naturally pure with not a corrupted bone in his body, helped by the fact that his reaping partner was Dottie, his cousin, so add in the classic older brother charm that the Captital loves, he is the ideal victor. He had high hopes of winning.

Ein is from district 3, electronics, and as smart as any of the greats from his district. Anything that was handed to him he would find a way to take a part and this genius would have served him well if it wasn't for the fact of his dad. Ein's dad was a former game designer, having had his talents noticed by the capital at a young age, and he was doing quite well until his sister was reaped and Ein's father was found to have attempted to rig the games in her favor. This led to the sister dying and Ein's father being fired, because no one could ever find out about the riggings of the game as they are supposed to be "fair". Due to this, Ein was shunned from his community as rumor upon nasty rumor was spread about his family, getting to the point where he had to take out tesserae in order to feed his family, which is how he ends up getting reaped. (His partner is negligible because I can't think of one, they die instantly ig)

Ein is 16 when reaped, and while not as handsome as Blaze, Ein knows he is two things, smart and pretty, so he uses it too his advantage. His father was a former game maker so he knows how to play the game, and that is how he becomes the "underdog". He does his best to enamour the capital to him, playing nice and kind, at one point even purposely tripping the interviewer just so he can help them up, AND IT WORKS! He plays a clumsy genius, a true underdog and this splits the Capital 50/50, between him and Blaze.

First Opinions

When Blaze and Ein meet at the training grounds, it becomes very apparent to Ein that Blaze is just Blaze. He is nice, kind, and completely unable to lie and it is endearing. Ein has spent the last few years surrounded by people who hate him and is now in an area where everyone is treating him like they are gonna kill him, so having someone just be friendly is great. He is able to be at ease and that is the thing that scares him most.

Blazes first opinion of Ein is in a similar boat and in fact views Ein very positively. Blaze knows he is not that smart and knows that he has a better chance of winning working with someone smart, and Dottie agrees, so they adopt Ein into their pack. They provide strength and Ein provides smarts! A match made in heaven!

The Arena/ Actual Game Time

When they get to the arena they find it to be could and mountainous with heavy clouds in the sky. The moment they are released Blaze, Dottie and Ein run as far as possible from the cornucopia, Ein having told them their chances of dying previously, though, they aren't out of the clear. The side effect of having a good introduction is that the other districts will also know about it so it isn't long before a pack of careers are chasing them with the intent purpose to slaughter Blaze, who they view as their biggest threat.

This does result on the group splitting up, and despite Ein's protests, Blaze runs off from the group with the majority of the enemy group following. Unfortuntely for Ein and Dottie, this does mean that they too are being chased by their own career and posse. They run through the woods, Ein barely keeping pace with Dottie until they come to a mountain and start climbing. Dottie has a much easier time, having climbed MANY fences before but Ein finds it incredibly challenging, it doesn't help that there are many falling rocks and entire boulders that they have to dodge. The careers start gaining on them, and in order to help her new friend, Dottie drops just below him and gives him a boost just up the ledge and as Ein reaches down to pull Dottie up, one of the careers manages to impale her side with a javelin.

Ein manages to drag her up, but not before pushing a boulder that hand landed precariously on a ledge on top of the posse, causing one to be crushed and the other to flee. He pulls Dottie into a cave and tries to admister first aid, and he does manage to keep her for a while but she doesn't make it and ends up bleeding out with a smile on her face, speaking about how at least she is dying with a friend. Hours pass and Ein is stuck with the body, frozen in place as he stares at the remains of one of his first friends corpse that he is unable to burry in fear of getting attacked, and that is how Blaze finds him.

Blaze managed to get the upperhand on his opponents, managing to rip the axe from one of the careers hands and turn it on them and killed the other one by just barely dodging their attempt to stab him in the back. He then retraced his steps, getting slightly lost on the way before he finds a torn piece of clothing that he knows belonged to Ein. He climbs the mountain, past the crushed body and follows the trail of blood into the cave. He sees his cousin dead on the floor, Eins hands covered in blood after trying to give first aid. When Ein sees him, a damn of emotion breaks and he starts weeping, apologizing over and over again before Blaze draws him into a hug, forgiving him immediately and soothing Ein, despite his protest. Dottie died with a smile, and that is all Blaze could wish for.

They make it through the night, and despite both of their ruined states, they leave the cave. Blaze pushes a boulder in front of it, tombing his cousin and Ein and Blaze continue climbing the mountain. They find many places of water, mushrooms, and berries along the mountain, Ein being able to tell what is safe and what is not. As the days go by and as they get higher in the mountain, it gets colder and at one point while climbing, Blaze is the one to slip and ends up falling into river knocked out and Ein has to fish him out. The water is freezing and Ein is shivering before they make it to a cave, and despite knowing that he could kill Blaze right now, he couldn't. Instead he takes the axe and sets a fire, working on warming each other up and at one point, Ein lays close as they fall asleep and wakes up to find Blaze's arms around him, his green and blue eyes staring at Ein with such affection and he thanks him.

Unfortunately it is not to last as they hear others on the mountain, the moment breaks and they leave the cave and continue climbing, this time Blaze is the one lagging behind slightly as he is still recovering from his head injury but they make it to the top with the last career following up, the one that through the javelin at Dottie. Even with it being two on one, both Blaze and Ein are cold and exhausted, their muscles worn and tired but they manage to get the upperhand and throw their opponent off the mountain, but by then it is too late. The career had managed to stab Blaze.

He falls to his knees, grasping the blade in his side, just like Dottie with the javelin. Ein immediately tries to help but Blaze pushes him away, and despite the pain, the cold, the tired, he is smiling so brilliantly, and tells Ein to finish him off. Ein sputters, but Blaze doesn't want to suffer, pulling the knife out of his side, shaking as he hands it to Ein. Blaze tells Ein that he has worked with livestock and knows whats fatal and that he doesn't wish to suffer. He holds Eins hands as he pulls the knife against his neck, his hands calm despite the shaking as he says "I really did enjoy meeting ya, and you aren't a bad last sight.". That calms Ein just enough for him to apply the pressure to cut the artery, and Blaze dies with a smile on his face.

Ein doesn't even hear that he is the victor and he takes his first friend, the first person he ever truly cared about and who cared about him head into his hands and cries, but his smile never leaving his face as he presses his lips against Blazes forehead, feeling the last of the mans warmth and fire go out, never to shine in the capital again.

(I am so sorry for this ending, I started writing and it just.... It got very out of hand......... I am so sorry)

Ein as a Winner

With Ein's win he manages to bring up his families name, but even then, Ein refuses to return to his district. Unable too look at the people who shunned him for so long now try and befirend him. He had already known true friendship, true care so the moment the capital offers him a job offer to help design defenses, he takes it. He spends years locking him self away, taking things apart and rebuilding the over and over again, but he still manages to stay in the capitals good graces. He smiles, he entertains, he speaks, and he trains the tributes from his district how to do the same, but his is never happy again.

When Ein hears of a rebellion happening, one promising to burn the capital to the ground, until nothing is left. One would think that with Ein's intelligence he would hesitate, but the spark of rebellion hand been lit in him long ago, back when his body was warmed in the arms of another, so there is one thing that Ein promises, to torch the capital until there is nothing left but a blaze of red, and he succeeds, with the fires holding him in his arms one last time as the first genuine smile in years appears on his face. Comforted by fire one last time.

Yeah, in this Ein becomes a self-sacrifice arsonist..........

This ended up so much darker than I thought.... but truly I think that with this ship it is the only way to go if we really do want to make it in the spirit. Cause Blaze's name is Blaze and the Hunger Games really like making sure that names fit their fate, and of course a fire lights a spark!

[offorestsongs]

OC INTRODUCTION ❣ JÓZEFINA

BASIC INFORMATION

full name 💍 Józefina [last name redacted] (pronounced: yuu-zeh-FEE-na) nicknames 💍 Józia (friends), Baby Shrimpy (Floyd), Modmoiselle Feu (Rook) species 💍 normal human height 💍 172 cm age 💍 17 y/o birthday 💍 [redacted] gender 💍 trans girl (she/her) sexuality 💍 questioning hometown 💍 normal human world (Poland specifically) dorm 💍 Ramshackle class 💍 A-1 club 💍 Equestrian Club favorite subject 💍 biology dominant hand 💍 right talent 💍singing, braiding other people's hair hobby 💍 learning new instruments favorite food 💍meringues least favorie food 💍 mizeria pet peeve 💍 getting her hair dirty

PERSONALITY

A friendly young lady who's quick to meet new people anywhere she goes. She likes to make new relationships and be amongst crowds, especially when the attention is on her. She wouldn't call herself an attention seeker - she just doesn't like to be ignored, and really, isn't it just natural that everybody's eyes should be on her? Since coming to NRC, she delights every benefit that being labelled as "everybody's little sister" gets her.

Sweet as sugar, always tries to act like a well-behaved and well-mannered, polite lady and expects everyone to uphold the same level of manners. "Tries to act" being the key phrase here; Józefina is impulsive and often acts before a thought can even start forming in her head, resulting in her getting into all sorts of situations a perfect little lady like her definitely shouldn't be. It definitely doesn't help that she's brave to the point of recklessness and infinitely curious - nothing will stop her from discovering the many mysteries of Twisted Wonderland! She just cannot help, but like the thrill of adventure and troublemaking.

Very proud and a bit prissy, easily takes offence, especially if she doesn't know somebody well - it's a deffence mechanism of sorts, as she often expects everyone to do or say the worst thing, and it's hard for her to believe that people could actually take her seriously. She tends to mellow out considerably once she gets closer to somebody and sees that they don't underestimate her or actually have good intentions. However, gaining her trust is not the easiest thing.

Openly showing her emotions, to the point of being theatrical at times... the good ones, at least. The bad ones? Well, that depends on if it benefits her. Thrust into a world she doesn't understand, she's willing to do a lot to ensure her survival, and if it involves overexaggerating her tears to gain other people's sympathy or telling a lie or two? Well, who could blame her? At least, she tends to feel somewhat guilty about it... most of the time.

BACKSTORY

Arrived to Twisted Wonderland during the Spelldrive tournament in book 2, specifically during the "game" that the Hearshackle gang was playing; she accidentally knocked Lysander out by landing on him. The Headmage has allowed her to stay, mostly because Lysander had promised to take the responsibility for her.

Similarly to Lysander, she doesn't have any memories from her previous world. Memories come back to her in flashes, often triggered by physical sensations, though so far, she had managed to remember even less than her dormmate. She's not particularly bothered by it, though, taking her new surroundings in stride.

TRIVIA

it seems that, unlike Lysander, she didn't came from the modern world - she doesn't seem to know much about modern technology. despite that, she's eager to learn and often asks the others about it

she didn't actually know how to ride horses when she had first joined the Equestrian Club - she just liked helping to take care of her, because it calmed her down

knows how to play a few instruments but is the best with a violin

she always dreamed of becoming a famous singer

unlike Lysander, she's a disaster in the kitchen

she's afraid of heights (which posed a bit of a problem when she tried to learn horse riding)

she cares a lot for her hair and usually doesn't let other people touch it, unless she's close with them and trusts them

she also really loves to put bows in her hair

she actually prefers to be called by her full name, because "Józia" is very cutesy and kinda childlish, but most people can't pronounce it correctly so she just kinda gave up (not that they can pronounce Józia correctly either...)

Azul tried to get her to sing at the Mostro Lounge a few times, but she always refuses untill he "pays her what she's worth" (whatever that means remains to be determined)

CARDS

[SSR] Playful Land

dividers. template.

[rosemarytales]

Clothing colour symbolism in The White Queen

So. I was looking at this image and wondering why Richard stands out so much in terms of colour and what it might mean, which led me down a rabbit hole. I discovered that there's one too many coincidences to be casual.

So, here's my theory about each character and what their clothing says about them and their motives.

Richard Duke of Gloucester

Richard, throughout the first episodes of the show, is mostly seen wearing either blue or Edward's trademark colours (cream, white). Blue signifies loyalty, a trademark of Richard ("Loyaulté me lie") and that loyalty is to Edward.

After Edward's death, he is seen wearing a darker shade of blue (blue + black = loyalty and grief). He is wearing full black after the deaths of Edward his son and of Anne.

Edward IV

Edward wears mostly cream or beige. It could be interpreted as white (purity), in some cases even as yellow (generosity). I haven't found much about cream: maybe it was normal nobility clothing, even though the most common association with nobility is royal purple.

The most interesting thing about his outfits is when other characters match him to show their loyalty to him, most notably Elizabeth and Richard, but also George after his betrayal of Warwick.

Sometimes, him and Elizabeth alternate, with one scene where one is wearing cream and the other light blue and viceversa, which may represent their loyalty to each other. I think, but I am not sure, that the one who is wearing cream is the main focus of the scene, whereas the blue-wearer is showing their support. But I don't remember the context of the scenes, so this is just conjecture.

His colours are always light though, be it yellow or blue.

George Duke of Clarence

I would have expected George to wear a lot of green, considering it is the colour of envy, so I was quite surprised when I realised he didn't so much (he still does sometimes, though). I had noticed, however, that in his introduction scene, while both his brothers are wearing cream/beige (matching), he stands out with orange clothes.

What does orange represent? "Worthwhile ambition". Checks out.

He sheds the orange definitively by the time he joins Edward's side again (as shown in the top picture) and he wears progressively lighter clothing, possibly showing his redemption? By the time of Isabelle's death and his own, he is only wearing a white chemise. He is visibly wearing the chemise under black clothes (grief) at the masked party.

But, do you know who wears a lot of green?

Richard Earl of Warwick

Do I need to explain this one? He envies both Edward and the Woodvilles for the power they hold.

He wears some yellow, which represents generosity, so long as he is keeping up friendly appearances and up until his betrayal of Edward. He does not, however, wear white, because the last thing he wants is peace. He is just acting like it for what he thinks is Edward's sake.

Queen Elizabeth

White is the colour of peace (in the first scene she is trying to make peace with Edward). We also see specks of blue (loyalty), probably to her dead husband.

However, she is most often seen wearing yellow (generosity), most notably at her coronation, white (purity) and light blue (loyalty). Much like Richard, she often matches with Edward.

Queen Anne

Anne is quite funny. She changes colours quite a lot, sometimes matching Richard, her sister or her father, other times not matching anyone else.

I think it shows her loyalty is to the people she loves and not to loyalty itself, unlike her husband. However, she is also ambitious and follows her own agenda, but she's always careful not to step on any toes.

She is loyal, generous, reliable and sometimes envious, which all shows in her clothing throughout the show.

Literal Queen.

Margaret Beaufort

Say what you want about her, but I am in love. Her strength of character is incredible and she is so funny, but this is unrelated to the post.

Black = the colour of grief. Her character arc is loss and gain, but the latter only comes into play in the literal last minute of the show. So loss of everything and subsequent grief.

Red = the colour of martyrdom. She is the most pious and self-sacrificial character in the whole show.

Blue = undying loyalty to the House of Lancaster, despite the risk it poses to her life and that of the people around her.

Jacquetta Woodville

Blue all the way down. Her loyalty is not to a house, or to a King, but to her daughter.

Isabelle Neville, Duchess of Clarence

Lots of green, like her dad, but mostly in a lighter shade, showcasing innocence.

She is also quite envious of Elizabeth, but not to the point of starting a war about it, so less envious (therefore, less green) than her father.

In her case, green might even represent youth.

Anthony Woodville

Brown, the colour of honesty, stability and reliability.

He is not afraid to speak his mind to Elizabeth ("your marriage was fake"), but he is also her rock throughout the show.

[warsamongthestars]

How to do I view TCWs Bad Batch...

Cos its not a secret that its personal. All this, comes from a personal place, even if its cut down to snark, rage, or just plain analysis. Personal motivations are the best motivators after all.

We start with the set up.

They are, by all accounts, set up to be the odd ones out. If there are weird mutant clones, these are the guys. If you're looking for the super special awesome squad made of underdogs, its them.

( As the former Weird Kid from childhood, who later grew up into the weird adult, I immediately grew attached to them. I broke the Jedi code folks, please don't kick me off the council Mister Windu )

And from there, it all became very complex, and yet, so simple. Because when you've been there, you get it.

Now we start with the perspectives.

So I saw...

... The Bad Batch as those who teeter on the edge of wanting normalcy whilst also rejecting convention. These boys have been rejected for things all their life, from appearance, to skills, to attitudes, to innate abilities and to simply not fitting in / being regulation.

Crosshair is the one who learned to strike first, and the first strike should be the final strike. He's the confrontational one. (Very in line with his sniper job). If you strike first and its always the mortal blow, you avoid getting struck. ( This doesn't work, because he's a verbal lasher, and that hasn't killed anyone yet--so he'd get a punch to the face and invite combat among allies )

Tech is the one who learned to back down and be unconfrontational one. Let the aggression pass, it is temporary. This has probably cost him with injury and items stolen from confrontation (because if someone wants to make a problem, they will make a problem and they will do it to the easiest target).

Wrecker is the boisterous one. He wants to directly fit in so things are either not a big deal or he exaggerates to a point where its become habit (a simple fear of heights becomes a ridiculous series of panics straight out of a cartoon that even Tech rolls his eyes over). In this way, he's a kind of people pleaser who needs to find excuses to confront people he has a problem with.

Hunter is the quiet one who wants to given space to process. But is never given time. To him, people are complicated and he needs time to puzzle them out, but at the same time, he's still trying to puzzle himself out. So everything either comes out as a sarcasm or it comes out as anxiety, because in truth, he's not sure how to react to situations and was never given the communication or time to develop that understanding--and has to practice based on experience [ CF99's plan system ] because otherwise he gets overwhelmed with him. ( But in such lack of processing, the stuff he has had time to process? He can weave through fluently and adaptively. He knows not to give more information than is necessary even in friendly conversation with strangers, because he knows the effect it would cause. )

The word "Hyperempathy" comes to mind.

But in such additions...

CF99 as a whole, as they lie outside of the regulations, have developed an nonchalance over things that would be alarming in any circumstance, odd one out or not.

The Yalbecs, mentioned in CF99's introduction, are an implied Insectoid sentience that follow a HIve structure (with the Queen ontop who can produce pheromones to encourage reproduction). The yalbecs were performing an Insurrection on their planet, Yalbec Prime. As the Republic had gotten involved by sending CF99, that means the insurrection was against the Republic, meaning that the Yalbecs were, prior to the war, a Republic peoples.

If I had to give a reason for this insurrection, it would probably because the yalbec queen's stinger is used as food on other planets / by other cultures.

Two and two together, the yalbecs were insurrecting because their queens (and potential mother figures) were being hunted down for food, and the Republic was doing nothing.

A horrifying set of circumstances, made worse when the Republic sent a commando squad to handle the situation once it had become violent, and the result was, yet again, the death of another Queen and possibly her entire court.

... especially when that said Commando Squad began to brag about it afterwards.

This is a "funny" contrast to the hyper-empathy argument, and that is the total lack of empathy. Suggesting that CF99 primarily only cares about what a particular group (the "regular" clones) thinks about and tries to bring attention their successes to that group; but inevitably alienate themselves by sheer misunderstanding of both themselves, others, and the situation. Its the fantastical fantasy narrative equivalency of "my cat tried to show affection by bringing me a dead bird" or "I told a self deprecating joke about my childhood, and everyone looked at me with horror"

The "Total Lack of Empathy" is less inherent problem, and more akin to, learned impersonality, which can be a common problem when it comes to empathy.

Now this is starting to sound like "playing Psychology with fictional characters who can be written to do anything". I ain't diagnosis shit, I'm just pointing out a potential pattern, by drawing from experience.

Don't you just love how fiction can get personal.

Anyway.

In such inbetweens...

The Bad Batch have formed strong interpersonal relationships, only vaguely hinted at during their Clone Wars run.

From backing each other up, no matter who does what (from Crosshair's overly confrontational nature being immediately defended by Wrecker lifting someone up by the necktie and Tech's Goggles glare and Hunter stopping the person that Cross is confronting)...

... To Crosshair immediately stepping up to block an officer from yelling at Hunter...

... To Wrecker interrupting and teasing Tech, but then immediately quoting Tech to officers...

... to how proud Hunter is over his team, or Crosshair's indirect silent compliments in regards to Wrecker...

... to trusting Tech's strategies and intelligence, no matter how crazy, or how much he's teased afterwards, near immediately...

... to the various list of plans they perform practically on trust and instinct alone...

... and to giving the new odd one (Echo) a chance, even if they verbally distrust him.

The world these boys must have behind closed doors and off duty, is one of intimate trust, obvious communication and communal understanding, and each of them, no matter how they express it, share values.

They're playful and competitive with each other, and their various strong personalities do bump against one another, but its less destructive and more akin to knowingly being pieces on the same board. ( billiards comes to mind and everyone has a pocket. )

Its those hints of history and personality beyond their job, is what I wanted to see more of (and probably others too). Its those conflicts and bonds between themselves, the world and others that would've made a show.

( Character Development isn't necessarily that the character themselves changed--its often just that the Audience now knows more about a character. Character Development is more often than naught, a change in perspective from the audience's point of view. )

Introducing Echo would've been a fine way to learn more about them, by allowing the audience surrogate to be a main character lead, whilst also going off on fantastical sci-fi adventures in the Galaxy Far Far Away.

Applying personal interpretation and experience is often how you can make a story more interesting, as it allows both yourself and the audience to further understand themselves.

Yeah, its telling a familiar story, but often that's what's needed. And you freely can want what you also need.

[pebblepathblog]

My True Crime Addiction Ruined My Life | Here’s How I’m Dealing with the PTSD It Left Behind

Binge watching true crime isn’t just entertainment, it’s a one-way ticket to paranoia, sleepless nights, and an entirely new set of locks on your doors.

Let me just say this upfront, I thought I was normal. I thought I was just like everyone else who unwinds with some TV after a long day. A little Netflix. A little murder mystery. Totally fine, right?

But now, as I’m sitting here with three deadbolts on my front door, blackout curtains that make my living room look like Dracula’s lair, and a constant suspicion that my neighbor’s too friendly smile is hiding something sinister, I have to admit… I’ve gone too far.

True crime has officially ruined my life.

It Started So Innocently

You know that lie we all tell ourselves? “Just one episode.” Yeah, well, I told myself that too. Big mistake. It was a Sunday. I had a snack in hand and clicked play on some true crime docuseries.

Five hours later, my snack was gone, the sun had set, and my heart was racing like I’d just run a marathon. Except I hadn’t moved an inch. I was hooked. Every twist, every piece of evidence, every interview with some totally not suspicious neighbor? Pure adrenaline.

The thrill of solving mysteries from the safety of my couch was exhilarating. It made me feel like Sherlock Holmes…if Sherlock wore pajamas and paused every 20 minutes to check Instagram.

But it didn’t stop there. Oh no. What started as a weekend hobby quickly morphed into a full blown obsession. And that’s when things got weird.

When Entertainment Turns Into Paranoia

At first, I thought I was just curious. True crime is popular, everyone’s watching it. But somewhere between “popular interest” and “I haven’t slept properly in weeks,” I fell off the deep end.

Suddenly, the creaks in my house weren’t creaks, they were warning signs. The neighbor’s friendly wave? Definitely hiding something. And every time I opened the door, I was fully prepared to be ambushed by a masked figure (even though the scariest thing in my neighborhood is the HOA lol).

Sleepless Nights and Overactive Imagination

Let me set the scene, It’s midnight. I’ve just finished a particularly horrifying episode about a home invasion gone wrong. The house is dark. Quiet. My dog is asleep on the floor.

Cue a broom falling in the kitchen.

Most people? They’d shrug it off. Maybe laugh at themselves. Me? I grabbed my phone like it was a weapon and yelled, “WHO’S THERE?” into the empty air.

Spoiler alert: it was just the broom.

But that’s the thing about true crime, it messes with your sense of reality. I was reacting to normal, everyday noises like I was in a live episode of Criminal Minds.

34 Traumatic Experiences from My True Crime Obsession

Why Can’t I Stop Thinking About That One Scene? Every creak and shadow at night replays the worst parts of a true crime show. After watching a series about home invasions, I couldn’t stop imagining the victim’s attack every time my house got quiet.

I’m Jumping at Every Little Sound A broom falling over shouldn’t make me scream, but it does now. The doorbell rings, and I react like I’m in the middle of a horror movie.

I Can’t Stop Checking the Doors I’ve turned lock-checking into an Olympic sport. After stalking documentaries, I double-check my locks every 10 minutes, sometimes even in the middle of the night.

Why Doesn’t Violence Shock Me Anymore? It’s scary how normal violence feels now. Conversations about crime feel casual, like it’s just part of everyday life.

“I’m Afraid to Go Outside Jogging feels like an invitation for danger. I stopped running on trails after episodes about joggers being attacked.

Every Stranger Feels Like a Threat I can’t meet new people without imagining the worst. Even friendly introductions make me wonder if they’re hiding something sinister.

The World Feels Out of My Control Watching these stories makes me feel powerless. After the kidnapping episodes, I’m constantly afraid for my family’s safety.

Every Situation Seems Dangerous My mind jumps straight to the worst-case scenario. After an office violence episode, I started side-eyeing coworkers more than I should.

Is That a Killer or Just a Regular Guy? My brain loves to connect strangers with crimes I’ve watched. I’ve caught myself thinking random people look like the suspect from a documentary.

Trusting People is Hard Now It’s like everyone has a hidden agenda. Marriage betrayal stories make me question if I’d ever trust a partner fully.

I Don’t Even Feel Safe in Public Spaces Crowded places aren’t comforting anymore. Public transport makes me nervous ever since I watched a subway crime episode.

I Can’t Get Victim Stories Out of My Head The pain of others feels personal now. Hearing about assault victims leaves me emotionally drained for days.

Kindness Feels Suspicious I question everyone’s motives. After betrayal episodes, even small acts of kindness seem like setups.

I’ve Become Overprotective of My Family I’m like a guard dog for my siblings. I’ve stopped letting them play outside alone after child abduction episodes.

Unsolved Cases Are Driving Me Crazy Open endings leave my mind spiraling. Missing persons’ cases haunt me because I keep wondering what happened.

My Nightmares Are Terrifying Even sleep doesn’t feel safe anymore. I dream about being chased after watching serial killer stories.

I Don’t Even Trust the Police Anymore Stories of mishandled cases make me skeptical. Watching episodes about failed investigations makes me doubt emergency services.

Sleeping Through the Night? Impossible. Late-night episodes make falling asleep a challenge. Kidnapping stories leave me lying awake, planning escape routes and how to unalive the rapist

I’m Scared to Let My Guard Down Relaxing feels like a luxury I can’t afford. Even during family gatherings, I keep imagining worst-case scenarios.

True Crime is Affecting My Dating Life I overanalyze every romantic partner. I keep comparing them to the manipulative partners in documentaries.

Why Am I So Paranoid About Cars? Every vehicle feels like it’s following me. Episodes about roadside crimes have me constantly checking my rearview mirror.

I Don’t Trust My Own Gut Anymore I question every instinct I have. Stories about victims ignoring red flags make me doubt my ability to read people.

Everyday Objects Feel Sinister Even normal items feel like weapons. After watching crime scenes, a kitchen knife on the counter makes me uneasy.

I’ve Become Obsessed with Self-Defense I’m constantly looking for ways to protect myself. After watching home invasion stories, I considered buying pepper spray and a baseball bat.

Walking Alone Feels Impossible Even a short walk makes me hyper-vigilant. I can’t go out at night anymore without imagining every shadow is a threat.

Do My Neighbors Have Secrets Too? Everyone around me feels suspicious. True crime makes me side-eye even the friendliest neighbors.

I’m Always Planning Escape Routes I overthink every room I enter. I calculate exits and hiding spots, even in safe spaces like my friend’s house.

Social Media Feels Dangerous Now Sharing personal details online makes me paranoid. Cybercrime episodes make me rethink every post I make.

I’m Addicted to the Fear The adrenaline rush is hard to give up. Even though it terrifies me, I can’t stop watching.

True Crime Has Changed How I See Humanity I don’t look at people the same way anymore. Stories about serial killers make me wonder how many people hide dark secrets.

Sometimes I Feel Like I’m in a Movie Every interaction feels scripted for danger. I play out scenarios in my head like I’m the star of a thriller.

I Avoid Hotels and Airbnbs Now Staying anywhere but home feels risky. Episodes about vacation crimes make me overly cautious about traveling.

My Imagination is Exhausting I’m always thinking of worst-case scenarios. Even a harmless grocery trip has me imagining potential threats.

Will I Ever Be Carefree Again? I miss feeling safe and carefree. True crime has left me questioning if I’ll ever feel as relaxed as I used to

Rock Bottom: The Night I Couldn’t Sleep

The breaking point came after a particularly intense episode about an unsolved case. You know, the kind where they never catch the guy? I went to bed, but sleep wasn’t happening. My brain was busy crafting an elaborate “what if” scenario.

What if there’s someone outside right now? What if they know I’ve been watching? What if I don’t survive to tell the tale?

I stared at the ceiling until 4 a.m., mentally rehearsing how to disarm an intruder with a lamp (again). That morning, I woke up exhausted and realized I couldn’t keep living like this.

How I’m Taking Back My Sanity

So, how am I dealing with the aftermath of my true crime addiction? First, I’ve set some boundaries. No more watching true crime before bed, (honestly, I’m not sure why I ever thought that was a good idea.) I’ve also swapped some of my viewing habits. Instead of diving into another murder mystery, I’ll watch something lighthearted, like watching a cartoon or a cooking show. There’s something oddly soothing about people aggressively frosting cakes.

I also started journaling too. At first, it felt silly writing down, “Today, I was scared of my own vacuum.” But you know what? It helps. Sometimes just putting the irrational thoughts on paper makes them feel…less powerful.

Therapy is next on my list because, let’s be real, talking to a professional beats yelling at my broom.

My Takeaway

Don’t get me wrong, I still love a good true crime story. But I’ve learned that True Crime Story is like candy, fun in moderation, disastrous in excess. Too much of a good thing can be… well, bad. True crime might scratch that itch for suspense and mystery, but it also comes with a hefty price tag for your mental health. If you’re like me and find yourself spiraling into paranoia after a binge session, it’s time to take a step back.

Because at the end of the day, the real crime is letting fear steal your peace of mind. And no amount of locked doors, triple-checked windows, or canceled jogs is worth that.

So, to all my fellow true crime junkies, watch responsibly. And maybe keep the lights on while you’re at it.

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[honourablejester]

Playing Fallen London has reminded me how much I deeply adore Sunless Sea, and the setting of the Neath in general. So. As an idle exercise, have a list of a few of my favourite ports in Sunless Sea?

Port Cecil/Principles of Coral

Rumpled convolutions of coral fill the water, glimmering with silvery light. The harder you look, the more you see shapes amid the chaos, almost as if they were sculpted. This one could be a crenellated castle: that one, a horse's head. A neat little port huddles into the side of a coral island - prosaic Imperial docks and houses tucked away in a baroque organic chaos. In that curious silvery light, among the frozen chaos of coral, the scene has the unreal air of a pencil sketch, crumpled and discarded.

Not going to lie, at least half of my abiding adoration for Port Cecil is the soundtrack, because Benthic is the best piece of music in Sunless Sea. I’d sail in here, skirting carefully around the bound sharks, just to listen to it. But I do also just adore the strange, alien vibes of the silvery, sentient coral. And my poor, poor Nacreous Outcast, as well. This is such a weird little port. A strange silvery coral atoll in a strange black sea in a strange cave beneath the earth.

Chapel of Lights

Furtive faithful gather in the shadows between the many, many candles. A bell tolls in the chapel tower: cracked iron laughter. Beware. The isle is full of voices.

The first time my sister and I stumbled across the Chapel of Lights, we were hiding from Mount Nomad behind its island. Which, honestly, is an excellent introduction, because the Chapel of Lights seems so friendly. Such a sanctuary amongst the terrors of the northern Neath! In true gothic horror fashion. So warm. So friendly. So charitable. So red. Heh. Also, I love the imagery, the candles, the bell, the well. My gothic-and-cosmic-horror loving heart feasts well here. Fittingly.

Frostfound

Towers and ramps and galleries and stairs of ice, raised and spun like an architect's honey-dream. No spider ever wove so complex a web. The towers are utterly pristine, untouched by human life, but a pitiable encampment squats by the dock.

I just really enjoy the northern end of the map? Frostfound, initially, is just one of the most gorgeous of the islands in the Neath, such a beautiful and intriguing thing to sail past. And then it gets really, really weird. The interior of the castle is such a fantastic mind-screw, and I adore it mightily.

Aestival

Sun! A great beam of sunlight bathes the island! Squint into the dazzle: far above, there's a hole in the roof. In that light you see beaches of white-gold sand; trees heavy with bright fruit; the reds and blues and greens of the Surface.

Aestival is so fantastic because it flips expectations. If you’ve already encountered the Grand Geode, you might already expect light to be a dangerous force in this game, but you might think that’s specific to the, ah, particular force behind that light. Aestival proves that no, it’s light itself that’s inimical down here. (Though granted, still because of the particular forces behind it, but Aestival is where you realise that's all light). It’s beautiful. It’s so beautiful. And it will drive you mad and it will kill you. Neathers can’t survive in the light. No matter how beautiful.

Godfall

Sometimes - just occasionally - bits of the roof fall off. Be glad you weren't here when this one did. The brawling bearded men who live here call themselves monks. They pay lip service to 'St Stalactite', which fell from the roof. But their chief interests seem to be wine, blood and shouting.

I’m so fascinated by the ceiling? The Roof of the Neath, with its stalactite citadels and starved men inhabitants. Godfall, as a fallen stalactite citadel with a pugilistic monastery built into its ruins, is just natively fascinating to me. One of the things I’m hoping for in Fallen London is more interaction with the ceiling.

Irem of the Pillars

Irem, the Pillared City. She will rise from the zee and the ice like dawn. She will be garlanded with red and decked with gold. The Seven-Serpent will watch you longingly from its high pedestal. You will always arrive as a stranger, but when you leave, some part of you will always remain.

The port outside of time. Again, not going to lie, part of the reason I love Irem is because of the Dark Spectacled Admiral’s reactions to your port reports. Nothing else flusters him, not even reports from the Iron Republic, not even reports that explode. But from Irem? “Oh God. Oh God. What tense is it written in? Oh God. Look, just read it to my colleague here. He'll give you your fee. I'll be over there when you're done.” He just can’t. Irem just upsets him. And I love it. Also, you know. The dreamy atmosphere, the red petals, the sense that reality is coming gently unstuck around you. Irem is a beautiful spot of weirdness, and I love it.

And then, a small dishonourable mention, one of my least favourite ports in Sunless Sea:

The Isle of Cats

A scatter of yellow-lit honey-dens and brightly painted alehouses. To the south-east rises the stone tower of Cavendish Abbey, its ramparts hung with crimson-and-gold banners. There are zailors from all across the Neath hauling cargo, dicing and brawling good-naturedly on the docks. The air carries the sound of zee-shanties sung with more enthusiasm than skill, and the smell of roses edged with brimstone.

Fuck this place in particular. Oh, it’s beautifully written, don’t get me wrong. An excellent addition to the game. But fuck this place in particular. I hate it more than Saviour’s Rocks, and as an arachnophobe, you understand how much of a statement that is. The whole island makes my skin crawl. Which, again, this is a horror game, so all that means is that it’s working, but still. Hate spending time here. Will not interact with Zaira or Isery. Despise the whole set up on this hell island. It’s the worst. There are any number of horrible fates one can succumb to in the Neath, but this one is by far, in my opinion, the worst.

[sirdolraan]

Last Call

(( DWC August 2024 Day 7, Enigma/Victory, CW: None; @daily-writing-challenge ))

Lorellai flounced down on the bed of the room she was sharing with the other ladies, feeling still tired from all the work but relieved by the shower she'd just had. She idly watched as magical brushes and washboards tended to her and everyone's gear over in the corner, quite a bit different from the devices her dad had made back home. Handy though, it meant she could just lie there, ache a bit, and think about things. She'd really enjoyed her chat with Dagran, and wouldn't mind talking to him again, but the idea of crossing Moira sent a chill down her spine worse than when she'd come face to face with the villains out in the dragon isles.

"At least she's on our side, I guess." Lorellai said to no one in particular, as there was a knock at the door. She groaned, not wanting to move, but also not wanting word to get back to her mum that she'd been impolite. Begrudgingly, she slid off the bed and headed to the door, opening it up. "Can I help y-" she said, stopping short as she processed what she saw.

"Ah, miss Truthhammer, my mother and I were wondering if you'd care to join us for lunch?" Dagran said, his mother not far behind him, looking, well, as grumpy as she'd ever been when Lorellai saw her.

"I will say only this." Moira started, taking her seat at the head of the table as her attendants brought in their meal. "I apologize for my rudeness to you. My feud with your father is nae your responsibility, and I will not have it said that I am encouraging our people's tendencies towards long lasting grudges. By all reports you have shown yourself to be an upstanding citizen, which I choose to attribute to your mother's influence."

"Uh... I mean," Lorellai stammered, trying desperately to remember the etiquette lessons her parents had tried to get her to pay more than a moment's interest in while she was growing up. "Thank you for your kind words, yer Majesty, uh, let there be nae quarrel between us," she ventured, at least sixty percent sure that was the appropriate phrasing.

"I'm glad we could clear that up," Dagran said, taking up a fork and spearing some salad. "There's enough conflict in the world without opening old wounds, I think. Please, relax miss Truthhammer, this is a friendly lunch after all! Please, tell us how things have been going out in the field!"

Elsewhen, a portal illuminated Spiru as she went over her list. She'd already made emotionally satisfactorily farewells with the SI:7 team and the Shado-pan she'd befriended, without alerting them to the strange temporal nature of her situation, and now all that was left was to gather the belongings she'd been informed were safe to keep and prepare them for her journey. "Hi there Spiru!" Chromie said, hopping on a chair beside her. "All ready for the big day?"

"I believe I am, Chromie," Spiru replied, closing and buckling the bag, before gathering up her hair to restore her usual ponytail. "All my farewells have been said, and my keepsakes are ready for travel. Has all been settled on your end?"

"It sure has! Nozdormu was a little hesitant at first, but when Eternus and I showed him everything we saw, he agreed that this was a situation where the rules could be bent enough to tip the scales in Azeroth's favor. Now, you said you have everything, do you remember your introduction?"

Spiru gave Chromie a flat look. "You've had me rehearsing it for three days. I am ready."

"Great!" Chromie said, checking an ornate hourglass, "Because it's time! Good luck in the Prime-Time-Line!" Chromie yelled, shoving Spiru suddenly through a bronze portal that opened behind her. As it closed, Chromie dusted her hands. "Another job done by the amazing Chromie!... no, that's not gonna catch on. Back to the drawing board..."

Spiru spiralled through the sands of time, before emerging in a stone room next to a table with several surprised dwarves. Spying Lorellai Truthhammer (three centimeters taller than Chromie had mentioned, hope that's not a problem), she launched into her prepared words. "My name is Spiru Handycog. I have been sent by Chromie to join your fight to protect Azeroth and follow the Radiant Song. In five minutes this entire city will be under attack, you need to get your gear ready."

"What is going on-" Moira's demanding question was interrupted by a loud klaxon.

"Attention, Citizens of Dalaran!" Khadgar's voice rang out throughout the streets. "Prepare for Civic Teleportation. Return to your homes or emergency shelters immediately. I repeat, citizens of Dalaran, prepare for Civic Teleportation!"

As the message and klaxon continued, Lorellai quickly wiped her face with a napkin. "Timely, we'll discuss later. Excuse me your majesty, I must gather my gear."

"We shall return to Magni's side. Come Dagran." Moira declared, rising from her chair.

"Fight well, Champion Lorellai!" Dagran declared, before following his mother out the far door as Lorellai took the nearer exit to return to the dorm, new acquaintance and perhaps friend in tow.

Things were about to get exciting.

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Reflection Ruesday!

I was tagged by @becausedragonage on this Reflection Ruesday! in wich you go find a draft or a wip and share it with others. It made me think of my own Dragon Age fic draft that I never posted and thought, why not?

This piece is about my male mage Amell (in a setting where he is not destined to be a warden, but still survives his harrowing) talking to Jowan about his strange dynamic with certain templar. Cause yes, I'm one of those pushing the bisexual Cullen agenda. This serves as an introduction of a long fic series about his personal journey in the main plotline.

If you wante to do the same with yours, feel tagged!

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"Is it true!? Are you going under your Harrowing today?"

Jowan's voice never sounded as alarmed before as he stormed in the library, even considering he was a rather easily excitable guy. Amell just could smirk a little at his direction, as sitting at the library's table as he were, not because he was particularly looking forward to the rite itself, but because he knew the smug display would annoy his fellow apprentice. And it did.

"C'mon. Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I'm sorry."

"No, you are not." 

Amell snorted while crossing his arms and looking at his half disappointed friend. He was actually right about it but he said it as if Amell didn't care about his poor wounded feelings.

"Don't be like that. I thought it would be better this way, seeing how you came at me the moment you knew."

"Well, duh- it's your Harrowing! You are going to become an Enchanter. You know, the most important thing for a mage here?" His explanation came with a hand gesture like he needed to probe his point. Amell almost found him annoyingly endearing, but he always refrained from telling him that if he didn't want Jowan to keep complaining for three days straight about how mean Amell was for mocking him.

"Well" Amell continued, not giving much attention to Jowan's words "you are the one that kept disappearing for entire days and still didn't tell me what on Andraste's breath are you doing. Should I worry?"

"Uh. No." 

Jowan looked away for a moment. Suspicious.

"Oh. Good. Because we are best friends, right? And you wouldn't lie to your poor good friend Daylen, right?"

"Stop that, you rat. And that's… private."

Amell arched a brow and an inquisitive gaze told Jowan he had to explain himself better.

"I already told you! I met someone, okay? But I can't tell more or she would get in trouble."

Ah, so it was that. In that case he had no interest in knowing what a pair of lovebirds did in their romantic escapes. Technically he could actually ask for more details, since Jowan really liked to talk about her, always in a very ethereal, dreamy way, but Amell would rather be completely ignorant about his friend's love life. Even less if it was with a girl.

"Okay. I mean, as long as she exists."

"You are the worst, you know that?" Jowan complained, so Amell offered a friendly apology. "Just for the record: she does. She is smart, and sweet and possibly the love of my life, I'm sure of it. But of course it's not something you would understand, given your history."

"I swear if you are going to talk about Anders again I'm going to throw you a fireball next time I'm practicing and call it an unfortunate accident."

The sole mention of that name could make him groan in ashamed, almost physical pain and Jowan knew it. Too well in fact. Good thing that guy bailed out of the Tower again, not sure which attempt number was it already, but with a bit of luck, the bastard wouldn't come back this time. If only.

"No, the templar. I was going to say the templar, but glad it's still effective. You really have a death wish, huh?"

Well, it could look like that, but it wasn't the case. For the most part. It wasn't like he was specifically looking for it, but it was really hard to miss when other apprentices gossiped about this in his presence, the "Cullen has a crush on you!" or when Amell encountered said templar passing at the hallways and he stuttered even trying to greet the mage.

That guy, a head full of blonde curls and the warmest brown eyes Amell ever saw. Turning coy, but gazing every time he saw the mage heading out from the small chantry room. He was adorable.

"I didn't do anything. Cullen is a new recruit that happens to like me. It also happens that he is actually very cute and I like that."

"You have horrible taste." Jowan was exasperated, he sighed. Then he intently lowered his voice, and spoke in a hushed tone. "Recruit or not, he is a templar. To mingle with other mages is a thing, but those jerks are here just to use any excuse to get rid of us, and then say it was necessary."

"I know, I know." Amell couldn't help but roll his eyes. 

Definitely not the first time Jowan mentioned this to him, and wouldn't be the last. He liked to pretend it was because Amell was too laid back about this "mingle" thing, but the reason behind this insistence was actually because Jowan cared for him more than he wanted to admit. 

"Look, I also heard those stories: the careless mage hunted and betrayed by their lover. But you don't have to worry. After all, he is not the Knight-Commander or that idiot of Carroll. And it's not like something will happen anyway, he is an honest one. Every time I try to talk to him he turns all red and runs away. It's amusing but I'm starting to feel bad about him."

"Enticing. But I really didn't want to have that mental image."

"Well, now you'll have to live with it." Amell laughed. "If you excuse me, I have to find Finn before preparing myself. Don't get in trouble while I'm busy, you hear me?"

If Jowan complained, Amell couldn't hear him clearly, maybe because he was already getting up from the table he was sitting on and making his way to the door. 

[ouroborius]

The Hundred Line Report Card: Kokichi Oma

"Nee-hee hee~! What a fun little twist, but it's safe to say that I'm the mastermind you're looking for. Just kidding, that's a lie! I'm Kokichi Oma, and i'm your supreme leader. You can trust me to lead your way to our glorious victory! I can't have you guys going soft on each other, either. Come oooon, let's be friends~! You'll make me cry if you won't and we wouldn't want that, hm?"

The Hundred Line Report Card: Kokichi Oma Birthday: June 21st Zodiac: Cancer Likes: Carbonated Drinks Dislikes: Pig Feet

There's definitely a strange kind of ominous air when approaching this coy looking annoyance. In fact, he was one of the first to wake up when everyone else began to stir. Surprisingly observant and, upon first interaction, it's noticed that his introduction would highlight that Kokichi likes to tease, prod, and exaggerate his claims. He comes off as untruthful and the type of person that likes to play mind games for his own little amusement. Other than coming off as childish and bold, he seems friendly and easy to talk to despite roping his lies and truths around.

Kokichi is definitely one of the first few academy participants to push for fighting first on the battlefield- although he more-so tries to persuade and pull other stronger students forward so that way he wouldn't need to stand in the front line. He seems to encourage and enable others into contributing to the cause, perhaps even go as far as pestering the other players in his own way. Upon speaking to Kokichi, he will have moments where he is being truthful about getting everyone in agreement- but it takes a lot of reading and cornering for him to fess up on what he's actually thinking about during this situation.

Despite being one of the first to go all for fighting, Kokichi definitely is not a physical fighter in the slightest. In fact, he tends to rush off and away from incoming attacks due to him being pretty frail. He does, however, have many tricks up his sleeve in order to balance out their onslaught and to 'even the playing field' so to say. He's not the best strategist in the bunch, but surprisingly Kokichi is actually very smart when it comes to fighting. He uses his quick thinking and creativity to push for the right angle in order to surprise-attack his opponents, while encouraging other stronger defense unit participants to utilize their attacks for him.

Kokichi's hemoanima... {To be filled out later}

Speaking to Kokichi would have one realize that he tends to have several 'emotional masks' that he likes to wear. It's unknown if he does this sort of emotional switch-ins (from laughing, to outbursts, to crying) in order to get a specific reaction out of the participant, or to catch them off guard. It makes him feel pretty unpredictable sometimes, although talking to him enough times does tend to at least peel a layer or two back on being able to actually see what kind of person he is.

He doesn't specify a lot on his experience with this kind of set up before, unknown if he actually recalls anything or if he honestly just playing keep-away for the fun of it. He seems to say things that sways others to feel either hopeful or doomed, but he honestly is quite an observant type of person that likes to see if the participant he's speaking to truly feels the way they do- or if they'll take his lying words as fact.

Kokichi is surprisingly a great candidate to have on the participant's side. He's actually pretty smart, creative, and in a way, insightful. He tends to manipulate everything to his benefit, so it's hard to be genuine friends with him due to his unpredictability.