#so like hearing her theories on why hes so weak suddenly

[wasyago]

Please more Trail's gone cold au I'm begging you I need it just pour out every thought in your brain I want to hear it

hgdhhfbd i mean, sure why not

everything plot related is in the main post, there's nothing else really to tell. but i could share random details that didn't really fit into the lore drop. again tho, it's a small au and mostly an exploration of the concept, so there's not a lot.

❄️ gem and etho are siblings, i don't think it was mentioned anywhere? blood related and all that, they both have black hair, gem just dyes hers.

❄️ behind the scenes reasons for the order of deaths. generally i picked these three to be the main cast because i suddenly realized pet crew were just dungeon master and his two winners, and that was too crazy of a concept to not do anything with? so, tango as the main guy and actual master of the dungeon had to die first, seeing how he's the cave's favorite. pearl as the main explorer and as the one to unlock all the secrets had to die second, because she had to return to the dungeon / the cave to find out the truth, and she conquered it but never actually got out. and etho had to survive, because he's the "proper" winner and the one who actually escaped the dungeon with treasures.

❄️ lore reasons for the order of infection. tango you already know, but pearl and etho went in at the same time so in theory they had to start experiencing the effects together. but because etho was wearing a mask it did lessen the amount of sculk he inhaled, slowing down the process. wear masks kids!

and, well, you did say you wanted to hear every thought so. i really like the plot point of them leaving tango to die, so im gonna ramble a little about it. even just, the difference in their views on the situation is so satisfying to me. because tango had no idea something scary was happening to him! and for pearl and etho it was a life or death situation. and just-- they were talking about leaving tango and tango obviously, obviously, protested, because what the actual hell??? yes okay he's ill and a burden, but don't leave an ill guy to freeze to death in a cave, what is wrong with them????? or, okay, what is wrong with etho, pearl was against the idea. but, straight up tango did not plan for it to end this way, he had his whole life ahead of him and so many things ha still wanted to do! of course he cried when they left, what else was he supposed to do? thank etho for his awesome decision? be all cool and stoic and sacrifice himself? hell no, he didn't want to die, he never asked for this.

he did die tho, so. whomp whomp 🎺... i imagine he passed before pearl and etho even reached the stairs, so at least he didn't suffer for long. if he had a breakdown about being left alone he probably hyperventilated and inhaled like a ton more sculk, so that killed him even faster. must've sucked tho...

and then pearl, god, pearl.... she didn't encounter any dangers on the way back, since she wasn't trying to escape and the cave had no reason to be hostile towards her. but seeing how she was at the last stage before turning... she probably didn't get to tango before collapsing... not dying just yet, but too feverish and too weak to walk. but if tango was already back, he could very much go and find her. can you imagine the pure horror of drowning in your regrets as you slowly die and then having your supposedly already dead friend appear in front of you all cheery and oh so wrong. i dont know how much of tango is left in that thing, but the image of him sitting by pearl and holding her until she dies is so-- its haunting but it's sweet. and then there's still enough time to catch up with etho.

actually, gahhhh, all three pet povs are their own unique horror story and it's so good.

the horror of having to go through this terrifying experience, and then being the only survivor, knowing full well that the only reason you lived is because you left your friends to die, and there's no way of fixing it now.

the horror of everything falling apart around you because of miscommunication, and then the one time you decide to do it right you end up regretting every single decision and witnessing the direct result of your mistakes come for you.

the horror of being stupid... the horror of losing all control over your life and being betrayed in the moment of your most vulnerability, dying fully and utterly helpless.

this au is so sad but i love it so much...

okay wow that's enough for one post, ask more if you want tho!

[aemonds-gf]

Temptation

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

Vlad dracula tepes x reader

Author Note : hii everyone I haven’t written anything in about a year so I’m definitely a bit rusty, this takes place about 5 years after Lisa’s passing. Vlad is definitely a bit ooc and some things maybe be far fetched but I hope you enjoy <3 feedback is appreciated

Trigger Warnings: gender neutral reader, mentions of blood, betrayal, Vlad and reader have slight argument but a guarantee happy ever after. Self doubt ( I do believe that is everything, if anything else lmk. )

In the dimly lit room, you watched him with concern as he sat in a corner, his eyes fixed on the darkness outside the window. Vlad was a vampire, cursed with a thirst for blood that he struggled to control. Years ago he never thought much about drinking blood, but this coming year its all he could think about. You knew that he would never drink blood from you, no matter how much you insisted. He feared losing control and hurting you,even in the depths of his own hunger. For a while, he refused to feed off anything - not animals, not humans. His refusal to nourish himself left him weak and on the brink of collapse, but he remained stubborn in his decision to protect you from his vampiric urges. You couldn't bear to see him suffer this way. You pleaded with him, confronted him, begged him to help himself. But he wouldn't hear about it. He was determined to remain steadfast in his resolve, no matter the cost. It was evident why he had given up drinking blood – the pain of losing his first love, the ache of her absence lingered even five years later.

He professed his love for you and assured he had moved on, but there are moments when doubt creeps in. Yet, amidst it all, his affection shines through in the gentleness of his touches, the coolness of his kisses, and the sincerity of his actions. In those moments, you can sense the depth of his love, reassuring you of your place in his heart, even as traces of his past love story still twine with his present. With a gentle hush in your steps, you approached his chair, almost certain that he sensed your presence long before you made a sound. As you softly spoke his name, "Vlad honey? Are you coming to bed soon?" You knew well that sleep eluded him, but the comforting routine of bedding down together drew you close. The anticipation of your impending wedding day hung sweetly in the air, echoed by the delicate glint of the engagement ring he meticulously fashioned with you in mind. You put your hand on his shoulder for comfort and waited for his response.

As the clock struck midnight, Vlad's silhouette was still illuminated by the glow of the fireplace. Concerned, you tried to give him a kiss on the cheek, not before noting the tired lines etched on his face. "You shouldn't be up this late, dear. You know how cranky you are in the morning, and we have a big day ahead of us," . Vlad responded, usually attentive to your words, replied airily, dismissing your concern.

"You didn't answer the question, Vlad," you mumbled, puzzled by his behavior. The air in the room felt heavy with unspoken words, and Vlad's distant gaze made you uneasy. Suddenly, he stood up, his imposing height towering over you, and guided you out of his study. "I'll come to bed later," he reassured you, his voice carrying a weight you couldn't quite place. As he bid you goodnight, his parting words lingered in the silence of the hallway. "Please get some rest. I'll see you in a bit." His cryptic promise sent shivers down your spine, leaving you to wonder what secrets hid behind the facade of his usual composed demeanor. With a heavy heart, you retired to bed, the mystery of Vlad's late-night pursuits weighing on your mind like an unshakeable shadow.

As you climbed back into bed with your emotions swirling in your head like a whirlwind, you consciously tried to push aside the questions about why he had acted the way he did. Deep down, you had theories but your understanding of vampires was limited, especially when it came to someone like him. He was no ordinary vampire, he was the king of vampires, he was Dracula. The way he defied common vampire traits by not burning in sunlight and surviving without the need for blood for five whole years, as today marked the anniversary, left you perplexed of to why he wouldn't let you help him. Why he just wouldn't indulge himself and drink blood. It didn't even have to be from you. You were worried for him.

'were you not enough to help him, what was wrong with him?'

You were deep in thought, replaying the recent events in your mind when Vlad's voice jolted you back to reality.

"You know I can hear your thoughts, right darling." His voice was soft, almost teasing. You turned to see him standing there, his piercing gaze locked on you.

You tried to mask your surprise but failed as Vlad cleared his throat and sat on the edge of the bed. He patted a spot beside him, silently urging you to join him. Feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension, you obliged and sat down, keeping your eyes fixed on him.

"Please, allow me to explain my behavior these past couple of hours," Vlad said, his tone sincere. "I know I may have seemed distant, but it's not because of you. It's something that has been weighing on me for some time now."

you grabbed his cold hand and gave him a gentle squeeze, he squeezed your hand in return drew in a breath of air and began explaining himself.

"As you are aware of what I am and the things I've done. I'm not a good person, and I want you to know your family, village, and friends will turn against you for marrying me," he stated, his voice laced with a mix of resignation and defiance.

the air was thick with tension as the words echoed between the bedroom walls. His confession hung heavy in the air like a shadow, ominous and foreboding. His crimson gaze bore into your soul, a silent plea mingled with a threat. But his revelation barely made a ripple in the depths of your heart.You reached out and gently clasped his hand, a silent reassurance that you were not afraid.

"Okay, but what's really bothering you?" you asked, your voice soft and filled with genuine concern as you met his gaze, drawn like a moth to a flame to his dark red eyes that held a myriad of unspoken emotions within their depths.

A moment of silence passed between you, the only sound the whispering of the wind through the branches above. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he spoke the words that held the weight of a promise and a warning.

"If you want to be mine, I will turn you. I won't make the same mistake twice."

His words hung in the air like a dark omen, a choice laid bare before you. To embrace a life of darkness and uncertainty by his side, or to turn away and live a life without him, untouched by the shadows that clung to him like a second skin.

But as you looked into his eyes, you saw not a monster, but a man burdened by his past, a man capable of love despite the darkness that threatened to consume him. And in that moment, you made your choice, sealing your fate and intertwining your destiny with his in a bond that transcended the boundaries of the mortal world.

"Okay, Vlad, you can turn me." His wicked smirk sent shivers down your spine, a potent mix of excitement and fear swirling through her mind.

"Tomorrow then, after our wedding," Vlad declared, his voice low and velvety. You could feel the power emanating from him, a dark magnetism that drew you in like a moth to a flame. And despite your apprehension, you nodded, a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins.

Hope you enjoyed ✨

[heyhiwhatsupdude]

Here’s a dumb thing I wrote enjoy. Astarion x Reader :3

(You were in a particular rough battle, one that ended in Withers needing to resurrect you, and Astarion is not happy)

His eyes are dark as life jolts back into your body. No longer are you in the cave in the Underdark where your life was torn from you, but lying in Astarion’s arms in a camp amidst glowing mushrooms. Crowded around you are your other companions, a mix of worry and relief hanging in their expressions. As you try to sit up, Astarion gently guides you.

“Are you alright, love?” He asks softly. You nod and start to stand up, stretching your recently replaced soul throughout all of your limbs, trying to make it fit back where it once had. Karlach extends a hand and helps you to your feet.

“Thought we lost you there, soldier,” she says, a weak laugh creeping out behind her words. “Fortunately for you this guy is better than us at healing.” She gestures over her shoulder at Withers, who seems rather uninterested in the whole ordeal. He nods slightly, and then continues to stare blankly ahead of him.

“Thanks, guys,” you say. You reach your hand up the back of your neck where in theory a gaping wound should still stand, but there isn’t so much as a scar. The sword that should have ended your life for good didn’t even leave a mark.

Astarion rises to his feet next to you, eyes still dark with something you can’t distinguish. Suddenly all of your other companions have somewhere else to be, quickly and awkwardly slipping away to their tents as Astarion stares you down, eyes taking in your every movement. Rather than ask him his thoughts, you silently begin to walk away from the camp, towards an area where your conversation will not be so easily overheard. After a moment you hear his footsteps follow you.

“What were you thinking?!?” His voice comes out in a hiss, anger seeping into his words. “Why would you do something so stupid?”

You turn to glance at Astarion. “It wasn’t stupid in the moment. I didn’t think he would be so fast.” Astarion tilts his chin up.

“But WHY did you have to do that? I was perfectly fine to handle myself!”

“Are you angry with me for trying to protect you?” Despite the haze of being resurrected, you still remember seeing the rush of a sword toward Astarion, and feeling your body move on its own. Though he may have been able to evade it, the blade meeting it’s mark on Astarion would have meant his certain doom as well.

“Yes. I am.” Astarion takes a step closer to you. “I would have been fine.”

You shake your head. “You don’t know that. It might have ended up like this anyway, someone being resurrected.”

“Something that we didn’t even know would work until just now. And might never work again!” He adds the second sentiment on hastily, pointing a finger at you.

“But it did work, and I’m fine now.”

Suddenly he can no longer contain himself.

“You didn’t have to watch you die!” Astarion shouts, his voice breaking. “You didn’t have to watch all of your blood rush from your neck, the life slip from your eyes. You didn’t have to watch as the only person who you have ever cared about crumple to the ground. And it was MY fault.” Tears spring from his eyes. “I thought I lost you forever, love. Hells, you DIED.”

Tears pour freely down his face, his voice catching in his throat. Tears well in your own eyes as well, knowing the hurt you have caused him, knowing you would have reacted the same had the situation been flipped, still further knowing that you did not regret your decision one bit.

“I would do it again, Astarion. For you.” He grabs your face in his hands, thumbs forcing your chin to tilt up, forcing your gaze to his.

“Don’t. Please, for my sake, don’t. I don’t care if you’re fine in the end. I cannot….. I cannot…” he buries his face in your neck as a sob cuts off his words. You wrap your arms around him gently. After a moment he regains his composure and whispers,

“I cannot bear to see you die again. Please. Don’t make me watch my worst nightmare a second time.” He pulls back, making sure you meet his gaze once again. “Please.”

“Okay,” you whisper. Astarion brushes his thumb across your lips before gently bringing them to his.

“Thank you, darling.”

You spend the rest of the night wrapped tightly in his embrace, his fingers tracing the back of your magically unscarred neck as though afraid your wound may reopen and steal you from him once again.

[solitaryearthperson]

Stop Being Selfless

Summary: Everyone knows to not bother Chishiya at night, but you are the exception.

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The race/ethnicity is preferably black/person of color.)

Y/N= Your Name

E/C= Eye Color

Loud pounding on a door was not something any person would want to hear late at night, especially Chishiya Shuntaro. Despite his outward appearance of always being calm and collected, his mind was constantly running with different schemes, theories, and suspicions about the many people who lived at the hotel. His only time to relax his mind is at night when he's alone in his room. And when he was laying down in bed, either sleeping or just relaxing, no one was allowed to bother him unless it was something drastically important. Even Kuina, who is one of the few people close to him, knew to not bother him late at night. This was something that the rest of the hotel residents just naturally knew, even if they hadn't formally met him before. That was just common sense.

So the loud, frantic pounding on his door had him opening his eyes in silent fury, and turning over to the door in question, he could see the person's shadow from under the door moving frantically. Arisu? he wondered, but changed his mind quickly. If it was him, he would have been yelling his name stupidly for all the hotel to hear. Letting out a tired sigh, he turned to face the other side of the room, then closed his eyes, ready to tune the pounding out, and drift back to sleep.

"Chishiya?"

A soft voice made him open his eyes, and he quickly threw his blanket off of him and stood up. Was that-he waited to see if he heard it right.

"Ch-Chishiya? Are you up?"

He quickly made his way around the bed and to the door, hurriedly twisting it open and welcoming the sight of a frantic, scared looking (Y/N).

"(Y/N)," Chishiya said, taking a quick look at them before stepping to the side and letting them in. He could see that their (E/C) eyes were wet with unshed tears, the jacket wrapped around their body was somewhat on them and at the same time hanging off their right shoulder and touching the floor, and their body was trembling.

He didn't ask any questions as he already knew why they were there. Niragi.

"Sorry to wake you up," (Y/N) apologized, pulling the rest of the jacket onto their body before zipping it up. "I didn't know where else to go. Niragi, he-"

"It's alright," he interrupted, closing his door and walking back to the bed, laying back down. "Why not go to Kuina?"

They swallowed nervously before answering him. "I thought about going to her or maybe Usagi, but I didn't want to risk Niragi coming and hurting them too."

Selfless, he thought, pulling the blanket back and gesturing for them to lay beside him. Being selfless is going to get you killed, he once told them. It was after a game where he witnessed them, at the last minute, help a weak guy that had fallen behind beat the clock with them and risked both of them dying a horrible death. They had looked at him like he was a heartless monster when he gave them this advice (which he technically was), but he knew that he was right. Stop being so stupidly selfless, he thought watching them walk over to the bed and laying down beside him, their body still trembling lightly. You're better than that, he thought, feeling himself become furious at how scared they looked. I can't have you getting hurt.

"Thanks Chishiya," they said, turning over and facing him. Even though the room was dark, he could still feel their gaze on him, and he was glad that it was dark as he felt his face becoming warm.

The room was silent for a minute as they both closed their eyes, ready to catch back up on the sleep they were both rudely awaken from when a thought had come to Chishiya suddenly, and he couldn't help but ask it.

"Why me?"

It took them a second to respond, but he quickly heard (Y/N) reply with a tired "huh?"

"You didn't go to Usagi or Kuina, because Niragi would have hurt them, too. Did you not think he would do something to me? What about Arisu?"

"I honestly didn't think about Arisu, and I think he hates you too much to come near your room and bother you," they told him.

"Hmm," was his only response.

"I won't bother you again. I promise. Just tonight."

Stop being so selfless, he wanted to tell them, but kept it to himself. Right now, he wanted to enjoy their presence next to him.

"You're not bothering me," he told them, feeling his face become even hotter at the confession. "You can come here whenever you want."

"Oh,...thanks Chishiya," he heard them say before hearing them moving closer till he could feel the warmth of their body next to him through their jacket.

"Your welcome," he muttered, closing his eyes, glad it was dark, as he could feel his face getting hotter and a pleasant grin began growing on his face. I guess being selfless can have benefits, he thought, as he began to slowly fall back asleep. I can be selfish for them and me. While they slept peacefully next to him, feeling safe and warm, he slept with dreams of many ways he would enact payback on Niragi.

[kikithedreamerwriter]

Y/N x Bayverse!Turtles

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🗣️ taglist: @sharpwindow @pheradream-15

Imagines #1: Baby Fever

I recently started watching Sweeth Tooth on Netflix (seasons 1 was 🔥) and this what if has been at the back of my time for MONTHS.

I know that it may be physiologically impossible for mutant turtles to produce with humans BUT HEAR ME OUT.

What if? There was this worldwide pandemic that only affected females. For months, women would not have their period, their temperature would always be at the high 30’s, they would have constant chills, fatigue, and pain in their uterus. Then one day, everyone affected by the disease just suddenly got better as if nothing ever happened. When these women got pregnant, ninths months later, their babies weren’t just normal humans with normal round faces and small hands and feet. NO. But humans with animal features. Like Sweet Tooth!

So when Y/N, months after contracting the mysterious disease and who has been in a stable relationship with (name your turtle), began experiencing morning sickness, mood swings, weird cravings, and no period, she takes a pregnancy test and to her surprise… it’s positive. Maybe the disease somehow changes the physiology of the human female reproductive system? (Insert your own theory/imagine here!)

What do you guys think? 👀

I’d imagine the offspring to still look quite human with a human face, scales from their of their neck to the tops of their shoulders, the would have a turtle shell with unique patterns, iridescent scales fading from their hands up to their arms and their feet to their legs, they would still have five fingers and toes but their hands and feet would be quite large in proportion to their body, colorful eyes, and a “premature” or “faint” plastron on the front of their chests.

HCs for how the brothers will dad!

Leo

Imagine having twin boys with opposite personalities that bicker at one another 24/7. 👦👦

Talk about karma. Splinter had to deal with him and Raph.

He’s a stern dad, but a fair dad.

Will definitely channel his boys’ energy into training.

I imagine each twin having a favorite uncle. One for Uncle Raph, one for Uncle Donnie, but everyone LOVES Uncle Mikey!

Leo will feel insecure at times because his boys always choose you over him, but he needs to be reminded that that his sons IDOLIZE him and are in absolute awe of him whenever Leo spars with his brothers. They’re always on the sidelines cheering for their daddy. 🥺

Leo will want to be a role model to his boys just as Splinter was to him. 💙

Raph

Definitely a girl dad. 👧

Thinks he can say no to those puppy eyes, but Big Red is WEAK for his baby girl (you too, but he’s going to simp HARDER for your little one).

Definitely dreads the day when she begins to likes boys 💀

Raph DADS when he dads. Baby needs a diaper change? He’s got it. Baby having a fit? Raph’s already got her on his plastron, soothing her to sleep. Baby wants to play? He looks good in pink anyways. ❤️

Raphs’s the knight, baby is the princess, and Uncle Mikey is the dragon during playtime.

Expect ALOT of knitted blankets, stuffed animals, and wooden toys.

Daddy Red is PROTECTIVE. Not even a single scratch is allowed on his precious baby.

Donnie

I can see this technical genius with a little helper of his own 👦👧

Boy or girl, rest assured your baby will be just as loved by their daddy and just smart as their daddy.

I can imagine Donnie just curating a library for his little one and he would change the selections yearly. His baby would have their own little library card 🥺 So will all the cousins!

Would LOVE to answer all those annoying “what’s that?” and “why?” questions of your baby whenever they visit him at his lab.

His kid would have his own step stool, lab coat, and protective eyewear in a bin beside his 💜

Funnily enough, they would share a similar love for poptarts 😅

Mikey

Out of all his brothers, Mikey remembers most what it’s like to be a kid, so having one of his one is simply a blessing and an opportunity to provide his own a good childhood like Splinter did for him and his brothers 🥺

You’ll have to do most of the discipline, but he’ll be your cheerleader and “emotional support” when you do that. Like Raph, he can never get mad at his babies.

Yes more than one. One is NOT enough.

Expect alot of sleepovers, Mario Kart game nights, and skate board rink sessions with not only his kids but ALL the cousins ✨

His children will 100% inherit his suave and personality.

He’s the FUN DAD period. Even when his kids are fully grown and have done things that may disappoint him, he will still love them just the same as the first time he saw their adorable little faces 🧡

Like these imagines? What head cannons should I make next? Please reblog and like you enjoyed this 💕✨ Yes you! 👀

[nalyra-dreaming]

I like your theory of Louis bringing Daniel specifically to Dubai to interview him because he’s “the one tool to crack” Armand. It seems more likely now after hearing Louis in the new trailer saying he will never forgive Armand/Armand saying he will try to earn Louis’ forgiveness for his whole life. This exchange makes sense if Louis knows something of Armand’s part in Claudia’s death. Also especially so if one remembers Armand’s line in the trailer of how he betrayed Louis once (“…and it wasn’t in San Francisco”). I’m also very curious however of what happened in San Francisco which Armand is referring to here…? So Louis remembering how Daniel was even at that time able to help him process his story - in addition to being somewhat of a weakness for Armand makes sense with him inviting Daniel now.

What will be cleared up and is unknown to Louis is, as speculated before, probably the extent of the betrayal. This has been stated before but Louis probably at first believes that the extent of the betrayal is Armand seemingly (or actually) chooses to sacrifice her to the coven to save Louis? The revelation for Louis at the end of the season could then be that Armand played a bigger part in her demise. It makes sense to me that after the upcoming episode five Daniel will be even more suspicious of Armand and be open about these suspicions with Louis. Especially since Louis will realize that there are things he outright doesn’t remember (as revealed in trailers). This is probably the beginning of his and Daniel’s alliance, as mentioned in interviews. And is what will lead into the last three episodes.

So I like the theory but I’ve become more doubtful if Louis knows of Armand’s previous relationship with Daniel (if Devil’s Minion happened). I’m basically going back and forth about it. Louis did believe for a second that Armand meant Louis should kill Daniel in their bedroom scene in the opening episode. But the reason for my doubt is mostly because we know from screeners that no romantic relationship between Armand and Daniel has been revealed by the sixth episode. Which means that if Louis and Daniel get on more or less the same page by the end of the next episode Louis still decides not to reveal this to Daniel? Which is not necessarily fully improbable to be fair. Could be related to why Daniel’s memories are missing, or Louis might be respecting Armand’s wishes not to reveal this to Daniel. It does also feel somewhat unlikely to me that Armand would be having a secret affair with Daniel while together with Louis. Maybe a bit more likely if after San Francisco and the first interview they go through an emotionally cold period… Or as suggested Daniel becomes their ‘third’ for a while. If it’s the latter however, I feel that Louis would have revealed that to Daniel by the next episode’s end? I mean Daniel’s request is to remember what happened between them... The show has made a thing about Armand and Louis picking up guys and Louis picking up Daniel is a part of that pattern. What do you think? Given that there doesn’t seem to be any footage filmed of Luke and Assad together outside of Prague I’m inclined to believe we won’t see a DM “chase” this season. If DM happened and will be revealed by the season finale, which I desperately hope, I think it might just be a single memory Daniel suddenly recalls. I’m incredibly curious to how such a revelation will impact the dynamics in Dubai, though I’m confident that the truth about Paris will already do that to a much bigger extent. Would really appreciate to hear what you think! And what @cbrownjc thinks as well if you’d like to share. Thank you!

Louis canonically knows. And tells Armand, too. Which seems to be exactly what is happening there.

As per what is being hidden from Louis - I think it is the cut out Merrick pages, because the content of those pages canonically break the proverbial camel's back. But yes, there are things wrt Armand's actions that both Daniel and Louis will remember, and that will have them form an alliance.

I... doubt all the screeners/reviewers caught the "Devil's Minion" vibes. I wouldn't go by that, because most don't seem to get the implications here at all (as with other things as well).

The relationships between vampires work differently. Armand and Daniel would not be having an "affair", even if Louis would have been around and/or even part of it. It's not like that for them. They are immortal. Why would they care for flings? And when it became more... then it would be seen as something precious, because their relationships are coveted things, ultimately, because there's, relatively seen, a handful of vampires out there - the options are limited, and their existence very lonely.

And Louis... can only reveal what he remembers. And I think there's quite a few gaps there wrt San Francisco.

I think ep5 will be the horror beginnings of DM and the beginning of the chase... and in ep8 Daniel will remember that he "loved this thing". Which will open all that up to the future seasons.

As per their impact... while I do think it has huge impact - I am not sure we will see all that impact this season - because this is still Louis' story. Oh, there's more to it all, of course. But Louis' big arc needs to be resolved first, and Rolin said we shouldn't jump too far ahead for DM.

[liaarxse]

how would the tr boys react when their s/o is the funniest person ever? like they could crack anyone up with just saying something and their humor is peak humor?

This is unbelievable...

Characters: Haruki (Pah-chin) Hayashida, Keisuke Baji, Shinichiro Sano

Warnings: None, crack if you lack cocaine

A/n: My type of humor frfr. I had a blast writing this HAHAHA

Also, can I add how insane some TR fangirls are? Like, I love my man too, but chill out, he is a fictional character, he doesn't belong to anyone. It's all fun and games until they become toxic

— Haruki (Pah-chin) Hayashida

If you don't like Pah-chin, leave

It's literally one of my top favorite characters

Anyway

Y'all were out, roaming around the city while Pah Is walking his dog, Pochi

Pochi >>>>

You were just blabbering about all kinds of shit

Toman shit, school shit, hobby shit

Shit shit

When, all of a sudden, a pregnant couple walked out of a store just a few feet away from you

Pah didn't think anything about it, probably didn't even notice them

But you?

OH YOU

You noticed A LOT more

"Y'know..." You started. "There is something about my unholy mind that when I see a guy and a girl walking by and they're a couple, and the girl is pregnant, I'm like... was it good?"

Pah was FLABBERGASTED

You? You were laughing your ass of on the middle of the side walk

Both Pah and Pochi looked at you like-

This bitch good?

"Like, OH YOU'VE BEEN RAW DOGGING IT ALL NIGHT HUH—"

"Y/n–"

"OkAY–"

"Y/n sto–"

"You've been RIDING IT" "MHMMM"

"Y/n–"

"GET THAT DICK–"

Pah elbowed you right in the stomach

And you just continued LAUGHING

Thank God the couple didn't hear you

Sweet potatoes and honey pie

This bitch mental

But you know who else is mental?

This mf in front of you, who out of nowhere starting wheezing

Like?

Are y'all not?

Embarrassed?

APPARENTLY NOT

You just started wheezing and screaming into thin air

Nobody, but you knows why

Like, even the dog is embarrassed

Stupid

Pochi had enough of your shenanigans that when Pah's hold on the leash weakend, Pochi made a RUN FOR IT

Boy just ZOOMED into space

And when I tell you

That dog is fast as a motherfucker

You and Pah? Your asses are dragging on the fucking floor

You couldn't catch Pochi even if you wanted to

Thank GOD Baji appeared from thin air and caught Pochi and you got him back

What?

Y'all seeing ghosts now?

— Keisuke Baji

Samara entered the chat

Somebody call ghost busters

Kidding, kidding

It was like, 2am and Baji was, obviously, sleeping

You?

Sleep is for the weak

So you called your sleeping boy to say something important

"Y/n. It's 2 fucking am—"

"Babe if I was a bee do you know what sound I'd make?"

"...what?"

"I wouldn't make a 'bzzzing' sound, I'd make a 'puhtk, puhtk, puhtk.'

Y/n what the fuck

You mental ass

But you could hear his muffled laughing

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Like. Bzz is boring, ya know? Puhtk-ing is wayyyy better. Like, imagine if I flew over your head. You wouldn't hear bz bz bz, but like, puhtk, puhtk, puhtk. Like a small horse with wings."

"...wh—"

He burst out laughing

Bruh

It ain't even funny

Maybe he was too sleep drunk to comprehend the situation

And you were too drunk to realize what you was saying

"Don't laugh! It's a perfectly reasonable theory that if I were to become a bee, I'd be 'tuguduking' like a horse."

Suddenly the other line went quiet

Like

Dead quiet

...

Wait

Shit

"Baji?"

He suffocated

Great job, Y/n

You ass

— Shinichiro Sano

Y'all smell that?

Smells like reincarnation to me

Anywhoooooo

You were out with Shinichiro

It was raining but who cares?

Pneumonia?

What's her snapchat?

@Pneu_yomom_nia

SKSKSKSK

You were just talking to Shinichiro when all of a sudden

"What's the feeling of being named after a bone, Shin?"

"Don't say that."

"Why, Shinbony?"

"...SHIN WHAT—"

LMAOAOAOA

Shinbony-kuuuuun 🤪

"Or like, SHINaningans."

"Y/n I swear to GOD."

"Don't, you'll go back again."

"Wha–"

Yo ass went silent

For like

2 minutes

What?

Writer Lia here, it was 2.69 seconds, my mistake

"Shini, shini yay, shini yay, shini yam-"

"Are you fucking joking?"

"SWALLA-LA-LA"

"Stop."

"SWALLA-LA-LA? SWALLA-LA-LA"

Y/n what kind of cocaine did your ass inhale?

And from where

The nose, the mouth, she bellybutton, yo fucking BOOTYHOLE ??

Cuz your ass cannot COMPETE with the shit that is coming out of YO MOUTH

I'm hilarious

I mean, Shin thinks you're hilarious, not me !!!

(Fangirls don't kill me)

Like

You both got home after like, 10 minutes

The bitch dropped the second y'all entered the house

That's because he didn't accept pneumonias snapchat friend request

[okdeedee]

lay down your head

a very small din djarin x gn! reader sickfic . reader,,, works with mando? is hired by him? live-in employee. idk. the razor crest still exists. handwavey in terms of chronology.

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an: because i have a shitty cold / fever / idk right now. so i daydream about how din djarin would take care of someone. me. us. whatever.

warnings: fluff. the mortifying ideal of being vulnerable with your colleagues/friends/crushes. no use of pronouns other than "you/your" and no y/n.

feat. trying to debunk the theory that being in the rain/being in somewhat cold weather will make you sick, one fic at a time. (hypothermia is real, catching a cold/the flu from being in the cold is not.)

wc: 1.3k words of 11pm feverish delirium.

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It starts as a funny feeling behind your nose. As the day goes on, it spreads down to the back of your throat. Then there's the melancholy dawn of a dull headache and your joints start to hurt more than they usually do.

You're helping Mando carry a bounty back to the Crest at around three in the morning, Coruscant time, and suddenly it's ridiculously difficult.

The bounty is a fairly waiflike Twi'lek, so you're not sure why you're struggling. He could carry her on his own, sure, but you've watched him move enough that you can tell he's got back problems, so you try to help him carry heavy or awkwardly shaped things.

This Twi'lek in her hoop-skirted Opera-Concert-Goer finery definitely counts as the latter.

You watch him a lot.

The way he moves, how he interacts with his child, his prowess in combat. His proficiency with weapons gets you hot under the collar, sometimes.

But he's gruff and quite reserved, and you've taught yourself not to expect anything from this arrangement the two of you have. You haven't touched him before - not even to shake his hand.

When you trip over your own feet and the bounty goes lurching toward the floor, the Mandalorian pauses and glances at you with what you think might be annoyance.

But you can't see his face, obviously, and you sort of can't see full-stop in this dark alley, so it's anyone's guess.

By the time you get back to the Crest, your eyes burn with the effort of keeping them open. You don't want to be a liability, so you keep your head straight and you don't show any sign of weakness.

Once the bounty is frozen in carbonite, Mando climbs up the ladder, Grogu gurgling happily in his satchel. He doesn't seem to have noticed anything's really wrong with you, which is a relief. As soon as his boots disappear into the cockpit, you slump down to the floor.

Mando doesn't need a co-pilot - you're often down here during take-off anyway, tidying or putting your weapons away.

You value your alone time as much as he does, which is nice. He never pries when you need some time away from him and his little green kid.

You ache all over and you're shivering, but at least he can't see you. You're so tired that you fall asleep with your head resting against the weapon cupboard's door.

.

After he gets the Crest out of Coruscant's atmosphere and into hyperspace, Din lets Grogu play with a very small selection of the control panel that will not have drastic effects on the ship.

It takes a while, but the child's movements grow lethargic, and soon enough, he's asleep in Din's arms.

Din places him gently into his mobile cot so as to not wake him by taking him down the ladder, and realises he hasn't heard you move in over an hour.

Which is somewhat alarming - you take turns in the cot in the hull, and since Din can sleep in the pilot's chair, he figured you'd sleep there.

But he never heard the cot door depressurize and slam open, nor did he hear you pottering around like he usually does.

So he makes his way down the ladder, and he's bewildered by what he sees.

You're slumped on the ground, neck bent at an uncomfortable angle against the cupboard. You're breathing through your mouth a little raggedly, so fast you're almost panting, and there is a trickle of mucus coming out of your nose. Your hands twitch where they're draped across your torso, and your skin looks dull.

His heartrate skyrockets - he's a seasoned warrior and you're just his employee, so it probably shouldn't - and he moves over to you instantly.

Before he can think, he turns on the thermal view on his helmet, and sees that your head is hotter than the human head usually appears. So is your whole body.

He flicks it back to normal as he crouches next to you.

"Hey, wake up," he mutters.

He reaches out a hand to touch your shoulder, but he stops. He hasn't touched you before. Not intentionally. He wonders if you'd mind.

He thinks about it more and more each day.

Touching you.

Holding your hand, standing shoulder to shoulder, stroking your face.

Pressing your foreheads together in the way of his people, even if it's through his helmet.

But this is to make sure you're okay; it's different, so he reaches out and gently shakes you by one shoulder.

"Hey, you need to wake up," he murmurs.

You grunt, and your voice sounds like the rumble of footsteps over gravel.

"Can you open your eyes for me?"

Your eyelashes are a little crusted together, but you manage to open them. Your stare is vacant.

Din starts to panic.

"Did someone poison you? Did you eat something bad? Are you alright?"

You give him a sleepy chuckle, and your eyes close again, which is not helpful.

"Hey." He says with the sort of no-nonsense tone he uses with the child.

You blink. "What?"

"Did you get poisoned? Or spiked?"

"'M fine, Mando."

"You're not."

You huff, which sets you into a fit of coughing.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

You look at him with those bright, bloodshot eyes. You sniff and blink a few more times, blearily. It's silly, because he's really worried there's something wrong with you, but the open, sleepy expression on your face fills him with affection.

"Sweetheart, please."

You smile just barely. "Really, 'm fine. Just'a cold," you mumble.

"How would you have gotten a cold? The rain yesterday?" Din starts to spiral; he's supposed to protect you, whether he's ever expressed that to you or not, and now you're sick-

"Prob'ly that club a few days ago. Lots'a people. Confined space. No ventilation. Wonder why you didn't get sick."

"My helmet filters out most toxins and germs." He says.

You reach out and fiddle with the edge of one of the pouches strapped around his calf. "Lucky boy," you say, grinning dazedly.

You look incredibly unwell, but you're touching him, joking around with him. His heart pounds.

Then you groan and put your hand to your head, and he's whirled into action again.

.

The next half hour is hard to remember in full detail. You're so tired.

These are the glimpses you're conscious enough for:

Mando lifts you up, even with his bad back, and sits you up properly. He gets painkillers from the 'fresher, which you try to refuse, but he practically force-feeds them to you. He gives you his water canteen and tells you to take twenty sips of it.

He holds a cloth to your nose and tells you to blow your nose into his hand, which is mortifying, but you're too dazed to do otherwise.

He uses a cold, damp cloth to wipe your face and neck down, which makes your skin erupt in goosebumps.

"Too cold," you grumble.

"Almost done, baby."

The heat that rushes through you at the sound of his gruff, modulated voice calling you 'baby' almost cures your chills for a second.

"Can I hold you?" the Mandalorian asks softly.

If you were awake, you'd freak out about this ridiculously attractive and emotionally distant man making an offer like that, but being held just sounds nice right now, so you whisper, "Yeah."

Next thing you know, the battle-hardened, ruthless Mandalorian bounty hunter is sitting behind you, one arm around your torso, the other stroking your forehead.

You're in between his legs, your back against his chest.

This is not how you thought your recovery from illness would go.

You find you don't have any reason to complain.

His armour's a little cold, and it shocks you at first, but once your feverish body heat warms it up, it's soothing. He smells good - beskar doesn't have that tangy scent so many metals have; it's cleaner, earthier. He smells warm, inviting, human.

You like this Mandalorian. Quite a lot, as Mandalorians go. And just as a person in general.

He chuckles; a deep, comforting rumble that you feel in your back ribcage before you hear it.

"What're you laughin' at?" you mumble, burrowing the side of your head into his chest

Another shorter, breathy chuckle. "What you just said."

Oops. "Didn't mean t' say that. Out loud, I mean."

"I'll forget I heard it."

"No you won't. You remember everything."

The chin of his helmet rests gently against the crown of your head, and he takes a deep breath in.

"Sleep, cyare. I've got you."

[synthesin]

if you every wanna hear the most braindead pll takes. go look at hanna fan content on any platform or in general just go in reddit under an aria post and you’ll have a smorgasbord.

one pll fan theory i will always hate is the “aria should’ve been a/aria would’ve been a but they changed it”

no she wasn’t and no they didn’t.

simply reaching this would literally tell you as much but bc pll fanbase is filled with idiots, this basic common sense ain’t common.

im a firm believer in s6-7 possibly being so much better if it was the og twin twist or someone else being the final a happened. however, i hate how y’all claim as if its a fact, IT NOT, about how aria was supposed to be a.

ive literally seen these annoying mfs arguing ppl down and spread the lie that the final season is messed up bc they retconned that.

marlene king stated she knew the demand for a liar to be a but she could never justify it because it wouldn’t make sense for any one them to do it.

lucy was given her a-team arc bc she wanted to do something but marlene said it wouldn’t make sense to suddenly make her a villain, so they reused the blackmailed trope.

her original plan for a.d was wren but she knew it wouldnt work out due to time it would take to get his actor. she knew people wanted it to be a liar but said it couldn’t be justified, saw the twin twist abt spencer and went with troian. the only other people she had considered being a.d was mona and/or melissa (IT WOULDVE ATE)

so “aria was gonna be a” wasn’t “switched” bc y’all “figured it out” it was never gonna happen. not to mention y’all “evidence” for it is reaches and obvious red herrings.

“mona called aria “big a””

yea lets act like this wasn’t to literally shake her up bc mona was actively harassing her at the time…

“dr. sullivan has a medical file on her!!”

she had one for all the liars, you have selective sight, next.

“she was wearing an a pendent necklace”

her name is aria… HER NAME STARTS WITH AN A! are yall serious?

“b-b-but eddie lamb knew her!! she was scared that he recognized her!”

shes literally been to radley to visit mona and again with emily and hanna to visit spencer. wow! so crazy that a worker there would recognize her. and no shit she was stunned, she was supposed to be incognito.

“she left an a in the train window!”

what… she literally wrote her name. her name which starts and ends with an A. why is this tripping y’all up so bad? it was so noisy on the train and adam lambert couldn’t hear her, so she wrote her name on the condensation on the window. a wiped it away to let the girls know, they took aria, go watch the fucking show.

most these lame reaches could be boiled down to stupid red herrings. ding ding ding! you feel for it! like for such a popular theory, y’all hardly have a leg to stand on.

i wouldn’t hate the theory quite as much if i didn’t know majority of y’all only have it because y’all so desperately want a “valid reason” to hate aria.

y’all fake outrage for her fight with hanna, and blatant victim blaming tendencies keeps getting called out as performative so y’all scramble with this weak ass theory. make her a villain and know people can’t call bs on y’all hate train for her.

“if she was a i would’ve loved her character”

no tf you wouldn’t, y’all want her to do fucked shit to her friends to fit y’all “aria fake friend” narrative. i literally saw someone say “they should’ve have her be a and be a boyfriend stealer” like wtf…

yall don’t have to like aria, and for reason simple as you don’t have to, but stop overcompensating and scrambling bc its getting embarrassing.

make an a theory for her that ACTUALLY makes sense, or don’t at all.

LEAVE MY GIRL ALONE FREAKS

[aladaylessecondblog]

Faal Hah Wuld, pt. 19

Author's Note: this is pretty short, but. It's setup.

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Report on the massacre at Ivarstead

Note: I'm not going to sugarcoat this for the higher ups, that's your job. I'm not at all certain how you can make this look better, but that's why I'm a soldier and you're the commander. The Emissary can question me later, for all the good it will do. I need to sleep until next Morndas before I'm prepared to do anything else. Every time I close my eyes I see those faces. Even writing this was hard.

Two persons were responsible for this event: a tall male dressed in black armor, a fur cloak, and a horned helmet. The other was of unknown gender, armored from head to foot with nothing else defining save for the white hair. The male identified the other in armor as 'the Whitestrake' and did not identify himself at all.

The operation was going smoothly enough until the Whitestrake and the tall man appeared. The former charged and cut through two Justiciars as easily as if they were warmed-over butter - spells simply bounced off them, while wounds seemed to heal up almost immediately. They were - they were like an automaton, seeming to hear or acknowledge nothing but the location and destruction of their next target.

I fell from a wound to my side, and took cover near the mill while I healed up some of my wounds. I hear the shouts start loud and stop altogether - and it was not until I thought myself ready to return to the fray that I saw the male.

He stepped around the corner of the mill, looked at me darkly, but didn't move to attack. He spoke after a lengthy period of staring - when the Whitestrake made as if to slay me as well.

"No," he said, "This one must live. We must have a messenger." Then he looked at me again, and said, "I want you to tell your superiors about this. I want you to tell them that the Whitestrake has returned."

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In the bear cave just south of Ivarstead, Sadrith was staring at the burned out husk of a beehive on the ground.

Her head was pounding, her bones ached despite the ring, and every limb seemed weighted down. She wanted to scream, but with Torovan there, she was forced to suffer in silence.

She could not show what was going on in her head to him--he already thought her strange, he already thought her weak.

Elves...so many elves...gold in all its shades, folded her mind until stars sparked behind her eyes,rage, burning red, so hot it pushed her out until her skin seemed to scream with the effort of holding her in...

"We need to get moving," Torovan said suddenly. His voice was a sudden port in the storm, something steady, and she looked up at him, still struggling not to betray anything going on beneath the surface.

Deep breath. It didn't help.

"I know," she said, nauseous from the strain, "I know."

The river seemed to rush faster - the good of the skooma she'd taken was utterly gone and she was awash in irritation. From the feeling of the armor, the drying blood, the way the sun glared in her eyes just at the right angle--

"Are you well?"

"I'm fine," she said quickly, "The armor was just eager to be used."

Internally she cursed at the slip.

"Eager to be used?" Torovan's tone was sharp. "You felt eagerness from a set of ARMOR?"

"Don't you?" she asked, "You're big on sorcery, can't you sense anything from it?"

She was desperate to know she wasn't the only one feeling it, but quailed internally when Torovan shook his head.

"Go ahead and say I'm hallucinating. You wouldn't be the first," she said quietly.

"I was going to say," Torovan replied, "That given the nature of the Crusader's deeds, an echo of his hatred might have remained on his armor. It might be that you are feeling."

She didn't look back up at him.

"But the fact that you are yourself elven...that's a snag in the theory."

"Then if what you're thinking is correct, what's the answer?"

"Something that would get us both smothered by moths."

It was the first time she'd heard him laugh like that - a grand, almost booming sort of sound that he put to an end almost immediately.

"Of course, it could simply be that it would welcome any attempt to kill elves, regardless of who put it on." Torovan shrugged. "Now really, we should be going. We can't stop to clean the blood off you here, and as for bathing..."

"The river is too cold anyway," Sadrith replied quietly. "We could make a slight detour at stop at the hot springs to the north. Few hunters I know camp there...the water's good and hot...would be good for a proper bath."

She wanted to soak. She wanted something good, to make her forget this maelstrom. Something to put what she'd seen and heard out of her head. Their deaths meant nothing - less than nothing, and Sadrith knew she ought to worry more about that, but she couldn't find it in herself to much care. The Thalmor were going to slaughter Ivarstead - had killed Fastred's father, maimed Temba, nearly killed Gwilin.

Torovan had healed those who needed it, giving the same information that he had to the Thalmor, that the Whitestrake had returned, without revealing anything about himself.

They didn't need to know, he said. All they needed was knowing that their savior was out there, accompanied by one wearing the Lord's Mail.

They went on to head north for the hot springs - with Torovan mentioning that they might discover more Thalmor patrols. If the bastards were this far east and south, it would be good to check this back way as thoroughly as they could.

[dearmahiru-archive]

even without textual evidence id love to hear your thoughts on kotoko not killing anyone directly!! i never hear 10 theories, & especially not ones that dont revolve around her beating up the prisoners. if youre comfortable, i would love to hear your thoughts on my wife ~with love

Ahh so sorry for how long it took to me to answer this ask my brain has been gone for the past few days. But you're right!  How could I pass up an opportunity to talk about Kotoko? She deserves so much more love than what she's given. Kotoko appreciators please interact I'd love to hear your thoughts.

So we already know I subscribe to this particular theory:

Since it serves as a extension of the parallels found in the prisoners. It also fits with Kotoko since she states she'd be an innocent person outside of Milgram:

Kotoko: [...]To defend and protect the weak, there’s always situations when you can't do anything else. I say again, what I did is, “facing an urgent and illegal infringement, an action taken out of necessity to protect the rights of myself and others”. You do understand what that means, right? Es: "Criminal law, the 36th paragraph, article 1. Justifiable self-defense." Kotoko: "Looks like someone has studied. So in reality, my case, if taken to the judiciary, will also be judged as justifiable defense.

(Kotoko you did nothing wrong so true so true!)

Though, I'll admit this doesn't outright confirm she didn't kill directly anyone. However, if we work back from the idea Kotoko commited an indirect murder then you start noticing a lot of weird details in her case.

— The Warehouse

First off, Kotoko didn't directly killed the warehouse guy. We know this because her actual victim died in a nearby street in Sendocho, Kyoto.

There is the possibility there's multiple murders underneath her belt but she hasn't mentioned it hereself:

Kotoko: I did kill someone. This is why I believe in the power of Milgram.

And, unlike other prisoners, Kotoko has no reason to lie about herself. She admires the prison and believe she's done nothing wrong. If she wants to become our fang then certainly she'd jump at the chance to mention all the villains she's defeated.

Which is amazing and everything but. . . if Kotoko's victim didn't die in the warehouse then why is it the climax of Harrow? It's obviously meant to be presented as her murder. Why are there so many strange details included in the warehouse scene too?

I pointed this out in a seperate post but there's three major strange details in the warehouse scene:

1). A car suddenly appears the second time Kotoko enters the warehouse.

2). Kotoko's outfit shifts midway through entering.

3.) Despite that, her cap still appears on the ground.

(I don't even think Takao, the warehouse guy, is even bleeding...! I've been told otherwise but I turned up the saturation and stared at the image like twelve different times but I think its shadow. Why is it obscure anyway??? Just make it outright!! Some of us have vision problems y'know!!)

I don't have any answers for why these details are here but it's weird. This is only time I can think of in S1 where the "real world" has muddled up details like this. (Apart from maybe Rei's change of eye colour which is more subtle than this).

Which isn't to say her victim isn't Takao. Again, it's the literal climax of the song and her wolf imagery comes out full stop while dealing with him. She's been hunting this guy down for possibly two years and he's done inexcusable harm to children.

Several news article through Harrow Flash news: A girl's dead body was found near her home, presumed to be another victim of a killing spree targeting little girls

New evidence: tire marks, same as the marks found near where the girl's corpse was abandoned. The culprit seems to have kidnapped her by car, murdered her, and dumped her body near her home

 The person who killed 10 people in two years was the spoiled son of an upper-class citizen. He ran over an elementary-school girl and she died, which may have been concealed due to his father's power

It also fits with her theme of protecting others as opposed to Mikoto's theme of protecting himself. Murdering a serial killer who's done inexcusable harm on this level can make it harder to punish her in the future. She did a very, very good thing by taking this guy down.

Her smile also matches up with the shot in Undercover where she's presumedly beating someone to death.

— The Alley way

If we're discussing a potential victim here then it's more likely to be Mikio Oshii, the man she beats up in the alley way. However, I'm not convinced of this either because it's never given full confirmation.

An article from Harrow: "Mikio Oshii, a man wanted for theft was found unconscious yesterday night and taken to the hospital, his face and stomach beaten up. Footprints of a man's sneakers were found at the site, and the police are searching for a male culprit."

(transmasc kotoko so true!! handsome boy!!)

It's possible he could've died later in the hospital—like, genuinely I believe it, there's plenty of evidence, and I don't have a direct argument against it—but for the sake of this theory I don't think this is the case.

Unless Mikio laid a hand on her prior, tracking down to corner a thief and beating him until he's unconscious wouldn't constitute as self defense. If this was the case then why not show the audience?

As for the indirect murder part, there could be a debate over whether a death caused later constitutes as murder but I don't think it'd be an interesting debate.

It's also a pretty tame murder in the context of Milgram. Kotoko "I defeat evil doers" Yuzuriha beat up an old guy, didn't even finish the job, and he died by blood loss. Not only is this the legal definition of murder (Kotoko had the intent to harm + the victim died as a result of her wounds), the literal children of Milgram have done worse. When Amane wanted to kill someone she atleast brought a steel pipe and aimed for the head!

However, this isn't to say her victim isn't Mikio. Atleast, not entirely. The alley way matches closest with the Sendoku street and beating up someone is presented as her murder. This scene is definitely important to understanding case.

—So Like, What Is Her Murder Then?

Haha... remember in my original post when I this theory was half-baked and had little evidence? I can croon all I want about how it's not Takao or Mikio but she had to killed someone, y'know? There's no other character in Milgram where you couldn't reasonably guess the victim based off of the first trial alone. I've also noted why it still could've been either of them too. This also isn't conclusive evidence she didn't directly or indirectly murder them either.

Personally, I think Kotoko's crime should be an extension of Milgram prison, similarly to Fuuta. Her judge/jury/executioner vigilante traits fts this already but I think it could go even further. I'm thinking she might've turned to a higher authority and they recieved a lethal punishment of some kind? That's kind-of just my shot in the dark through.

Kotoko's case interests me the most because of how simple is appears to be while having so many elusive elements. For instance, who're the two girls and the man with the hammer? One of the girl's could've been Kotoko herself too which makes for an incredibly interesting backstory. There's also this line in her voice trailer:

Kotoko: "From the begin I've never asked for your understanding! My actions, one by one, are bringing earth closer to peace. Useless Weaklings should just shut up and let me protect them!"

Which is strange because every voiceline happens before their time in Milgram. Who is she talking to and why does she need to defend herself while talking to them?

This conclusion is a bit of a mess but wow I'm really excited for Deep Cover. Recieving confirmation on anything is going to make me ecstatic. Inno Kotoko truther through and through I adore her.

[praynmantiss]

Critique of Final Film

Closing Nights Critique

CLOSING NIGHTS

Closing Nights is about two friends, Aster(right) and Iris that go to see a play, unknown to them the two characters in the play are just like them and the story reflects their real-life unstable friendship. 

Strengths

The characters on the stage are played by the same actors and is on the nose but it suits the dry nature of the story.

The amateur production design on the stage fits with the surreal nature of the story.

Weaknesses

Poor Editing

The editing is this film’s biggest weakness. Some of the cuts are distracting because they are too quick. The shots of the characters in the audience should have been a little bit slower. The cuts are too fast, so it takes a while to fully comprehend what is going on. I’ll give an example-

In the shot at 1:22 Aster stands up and you can see Iris in the seat.

There is a quick shot of the actress on the stage.

And then 1:25 Aster is still standing but Iris has disappeared and is no longer in the seat.

 

The idea is meant to be that Iris (Right) walked off screen while Aster (Left) was distracted by the actors on the stage. But the cut between the second and the third shot is too fast, so it seems like she disappeared. this makes no sense because:

1.There was no sound of footsteps heard walking to the stage.

2.Aster was looking at the stage so it doesn’t make sense for him to be confused about where Iris is. As far as we are concerned, Aster should be looking at Iris on the stage already.

3. The play does not end in a clear way. The actress delivers the last line and then by the next cut to the stage, the actors have gone and the normal stage lights are back on. Although this is partially a screenwriting issue, it could have easily been fixed by the edit and the sound design. After the line, you would have needed a sound of applause to signal the end of the play( I am aware that they  are the only ones in the room but they have already added a laughing sound effect).The following shot of Aster should have been held longer. While he looks around in confusion, we hear a crowd of people leaving the room. Then when the stage lights go on, the shot of Iris sitting on the stage makes more sense because we have given enough time for that movement to have been made.

I spoke to Casper about this and he said he thought that Iris suddenly disappearing in that shot was meant to show that Iris was a figment of Aster's imagination and was actually dead. This theory was backed up by the motif of the dead flowers used in the play. I spoke to the writer and the director so i know this was not their intention.

Unclear writing

I think their relationship could have been fleshed out more. More context is needed to let you know how and why Iris is no longer invested in their relationship. Because this information is missing, it makes Iris seem like an asshole who is ditching her friend for no reason. The scene at the end where they breakup their relationship falls flat because as far as the audience is concerned they were never really friends. This problem could have been fixed by either adding a previous scene to establish their relationship or by adding more dialogue before the scene starts.

Altogether, I'd give this film a 2/ 5 because it could have been more impactful. It had a good concept but it was poorly executed mainly due to the writing and the editing.

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

For the LONGEST time I have preached that Shad has an advanced form of animation magicks like Nana, only her’s are no where NEAR that advanced.

Nana’s magicks are fairly rudimentary, she knows how to breath live into inanimate objects, and it helps if they have a face because then she can really imagine it having life. She could technically reanimate the dead but it would take YEARS of practice and devotion and she has literally no interest in that as it is illegal, dangerous, and often has rather intense physical and psychological repercussions.

Shad however, is very old. In my rewrite he is a twisted reflection of Irene. How is the only other Divine Warrior who was not only born with his ability but is the only other immortal. He was never reincarnated because he didn’t have to be. Even the fact that Irene has the ability to heal thus stopping a death from happening, but Shad has the ability to bring the dead back after the deed is done.Sorry that’s a topic for another time.

Being so old, living for so long, he’s had time to master his abilities. Well… Mostly… Even he has his limits.

When we first meet him, not only is he trapped and contained in the Nether, he’s also very weak, and has no physical form. He’s much more of this omnipresent being whilst in the Nether. I think this contributes to the hive mind theory or headcanon, where SKs have a sort of hive mind or at least hive sense. I think that while in the nether they have something similar. No they cannot communicate in their minds and no they can’t hear each other’s thoughts, but Shad can broadcast himself throughout the entire nether and only SKs can hear it. Like a mental intercom. Once a SKs leaves the nether, this changes a bit. Full SKs can allow him in if they have sworn full loyalty to him, Gene for example. PMSKs only hear him when they are near a nether portal or when the calling starts. This is because this is when Shad has a strongest rein over their mind for the first time since they were transformed.

Sorry got a little sidetracked, onto the doll thing. I think the more of a connection each SK has with Shad, the more control he holds over them. For a full SK who has sworn their loyalty to him, like Gene, Shad has almost full control over him. Gene is quite literally his puppet. He instructs Gene what to do, how to do it, when where and why, he is able to possess him for short periods of time, which I feel he’d do semi often just to remember what it’s like having a body. The only person he’d be able to control more than him is literally Aaron because they are compatible and he steals his body.

A full SK who has not sworn their loyalty to Shad like Zenix or Vincent, he has a bit less control over. He can speak to them but they can teach themselves to ignore him or block him out. He can take control of their bodies, making them freeze, go limp, or randomly jerk, but only for short periods of time. Because Shad is already in a weakened state, and they are actively fighting against him, he has less of a grip on them.

And finally half or PMSKs are even less controlled , though it does effect them significantly differently than full. Like I stated before, they can only hear him in the nether, near a portal, or when the calling starts. Meaning, when they do hear him, it is scary and often gives them feelings of immense dread. They don’t know why he’s suddenly in their head, what does it mean? Is he going to take over their body and mind? Make them do horrible things? They just don’t know! And as for taking over their bodies, he can do it, but it takes a bit more time to build up enough strength to do so, being as they have even less of a connection to eachother and are often in the overworld, far from the nearest open portal. Because of this, Shad usually does this exclusively to PMs, wanting to scare them and keep them in line with as much of his strength as possible.

At least that’s my take, I tried not to restate what’s already been said

A post about living dolls in Minecraft Diaries

@cinnamontoastcroonch @gonedreaminggg @laurencezvahlslefteyebrow @adepressedgaydragon and any other who wish to give their wisdom, I request the councils thoughts on this.

I was digging through the MCD wiki when I found this line describing Nana's magic. "Spirit magic allows the user to animate objects like dolls into living beings and be a servant to their designated owner."

So about that Doll Headcanon we've been bouncing around. Isn't that sort of what we've been saying the Shadow Knights are? The Shadow King treats their bodies like inanimate objects and give them lives to serve his own ends. I don't. Know what to do with this. I just think it's something we as a society should be talking.

[ifeelfreewithoutmyshoes]

Hnnng rewatching the Untamed with my friend is difficult bc she complains about Big Stuff and I’m like I can’t tell you bc that’s one of the biggest spoilers in the series, it’s supposed to be frustrating while trying to keep in most my laughter

[podcastenthusiast]

A fic featuring: ace Geralt, some trauma, discussion of consent, and a whole lot of love.

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Touch is difficult for Geralt. Desire, too; witchers are made to want nothing except to serve their purpose. He wants even less, yet somehow more than he should.

He's been known to spend months, even years, on the Path with only Roach for company. Never touching anyone beyond the brush of hands as coins are exchanged. He will go to brothels occasionally--let the whores trace his scars, cataloging each one like it's evidence of something, asking for the story behind it. He satisfies their curiosity and fucks them, too, because he knows how this transaction works, what is expected. He gives them whatever they want, and takes what pleasure he's supposed to. It's too much and it's over too soon.

Sometimes he leaves the brothel feeling lighter, almost like a person. Other times he is empty, bereft of that warmth, and unsure why he can't feel the way others do.

Geralt has theories. He keeps them to himself. Doesn't even tell Roach.

One theory goes like this: witchers are rendered sterile by the mutations, and Geralt was given an extra dose. Maybe that stripped away his sexual desire as well as his capacity to procreate. Or maybe it's still in there somewhere, buried deep along with a majority of his emotions and the kid he once was.

Maybe it has nothing to do with being a witcher at all. His brothers don't seem to share the same experience.

And Jaskier isn't at all like him; he loves fiercely and loudly. Jumps into bed with practically anyone who's willing. He will meet a barmaid and perform a ballad he wrote about her all in the same evening.

So it shouldn't be a surprise that Jaskier's soft heart has room in it for Geralt, too, but it is. It's also a surprise when the bard stays, like no one ever has before.

They share a bed now, as they have many times, but it's different as lovers. At first Geralt assumes Jaskier simply wants sex, and is fine with giving him what he needs.

But the bard loves to please others. Jaskier asks what he wants, and Geralt replies, "Nothing."

Truer than it's ever been, in this context.

"Everyone wants something. Even you."

"I..."

I just want you to stay. He can't say it. He is a creature defined by what he lacks--desires, fears, feelings, humanity. He has little to offer Jaskier or Yennefer or anyone else, just danger or a quick fuck. It isn't enough. He has no business asking for anything. He was made to be useful.

"Geralt?"

"Hm?"

"That's all right. We'll figure it out together. For now let's take things slow, yeah?"

"Been twenty years."

"And I wouldn't trade them for all the wine in Toussaint. But this--" He kisses Geralt's neck. "--is new."

"Hmm."

"I just want you to be comfortable, dear witcher."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

It's too quick. Defensive. Like parrying before your opponent even draws their sword.

"Well...I know you feel things differently." Fuck. Fuck! He knows. "Heightened senses and all that. I imagine it could make certain things...a bit intense."

He doesn't know. He can't.

"I'll be fine."

"And if we do have sex, I want it to be good for you. Because...honestly, Geralt, you deserve pleasant things, more than you know. You always say you don't want anything."

"I don't."

"And that scares me to death, darling." Jaskier's voice is low, suddenly breaking. "There's no shortage of awful people out there who will at best take that as an invitation not to care, or at worst to hurt you."

The wolf inside him snarls. He's not weak. Witchers might be harmed in battle, never in bed. But he takes a breath and tries to hear what Jaskier is really saying. He owes him an attempt at decent communication.

"Jaskier," he says. "You'd never hurt me."

"Not intentionally, no, which is why I need you to talk to me. Tell me if I ever do something you don't like, even if you've liked it in the past, and I'll stop."

Jaskier's calloused fingers idly trace a scar below his collarbone. He won't ask about its origin because he doesn't need to; he was there. Geralt's muscles grow tense even so.

"Stop," he snaps before he can think better of it. Jaskier stops immediately. His hands withdraw from the witcher's skin, and Geralt knows he just fucked up everything. He couldn't bear even that and now his bard is never going to touch him again and so few are unafraid, fewer still truly know him--

"Thank you," Jaskier says. He doesn't sound angry or upset. He sounds almost proud. "Can I ask-- Are you feeling overwhelmed emotionally, or was it the touching? And don't you dare give me that tired 'witchers don't have feelings' line right now."

"Touch," Geralt manages although, if he were honest, it's both.

There are times he can't stand to be touched at all, Jaskier has seen that-- after a hunt, when the lingering effects of his potions make the world feel impossibly sharp. But there are other times. There are safe people and places and Jaskier never looks at him like he's a curiosity, an inhuman thing, but Geralt's body doesn't always know that.

"You don't want to be touched right now?"

Geralt shakes his head. Then shrugs. Nods.

"I really need some words here, love."

"It's. The scars."

"Oh. Gods, I'm sorry. Do they hurt?"

Scars trouble him the least of his old wounds. They itch, sometimes, but they don't hurt in the way, for example, his knee aches when it's going to rain. Scars are an absence of pain. Of anything. Sometimes a reminder.

"No. Just numb." He takes a breath. Averts his eyes and counts the stitches on the blanket. "Most people I'm with... it's all they see. Like to touch the scars. I can't feel it. They ask questions; I tell them or I don't. Over either way."

They leave, he means. Or he leaves first. That fucking mountain. He's run out of words. His throat feels tight.

When he looks up again, Jaskier's eyes brim with tears.

"You are so much more than that to me, dear heart."

"I know," Geralt says, and finds that, quite unexpectedly, he believes it.

"Is-- Would a hug be okay? Honest answer only."

Geralt nods, and the bard pulls him in close.

"You know," says Jaskier after a while. He never could let silence remain unfilled. Geralt is grateful. "There are artists who mend pottery by carefully filling the cracks with gold. It's beautiful."

"Sounds excessive. Just make another bowl."

"It adds to the complexity, the beauty of the whole. I'm trying to say that's how I see you."

"As broken pottery to fix?"

"Gods, no. As someone who's survived so much, and is very dear to me. But your scars, your lovely eyes and your hair, all of it-- They're not everything you are, nor is witchering, despite what ignorant fools or careless bed partners may think."

But Jaskier has mended something. His reputation, for a start. His wounds on numerous occasions. And... more than that, besides, he thinks.

When Geralt finally does tell Jaskier the truth about his desires, or lack thereof, he'll think about that and form a new theory. Maybe he isn't a broken thing after all, and even if he is, maybe that can be okay.

[curseofbreadbear]

["You might not wanna be so loud."]

[Immediately "ignoring" that advice, Cassie yelped, frantically spinning around to face the voice behind her. She'd only seen his silhouette inside the gift shop, but she had to assume it was the same kid -- there was nobody else here. Alas, all of her efforts to remain hidden hadn't panned out; this encounter was the last thing she wanted OR needed right now. Not only was it a deterrent to her search, but she was incredibly wary of ransackers.]

[As he described nearly being "twisted into a pretzel," Cassie's expression twisted into a disturbed grimace; gross. She didn't understand how anybody could joke about something so ( presumably ) traumatic. It almost lent credence to her theory that he'd been the one who mangled the endoskeletons around here.]

[The boy did repair some of the damage he'd done when he apologized for scaring her, at the very least -- and he even gave an excuse as to why he'd been digging around in the gift shop. He'd been looking for parts? That was a terrible place to look, but maybe Cassie only knew that because of her "insider knowledge." If her dad wasn't a technician, she probably wouldn't know the first place to look for spare parts.]

❝ It's okay. Just try to give me some warning next time, okay? ❞ [Assuming there would be a "next time."] ❝ Y'know, if you were looking for parts to hack the doors, you're in the worst spot for it. Gift shops won't have anything, aside from a crummy magnet, maybe -- and those are so weak that they usually won't help. ❞

[At his next statement, she tensed -- he'd been listening in? It wasn't like her conversations with Gregory were meant to be anything secret; in fact, if this kid was willing to spare any help whatsoever, she'd be incredibly appreciative. Still, it caught her off-guard that they'd been loud enough for him to hear. She'd been doing her best to whisper...but then again, the volume of her Roxy-talkie wasn't adjustable. That probably didn't help.]

[The boy finally introduced himself as Victor, then clued her into the fact that he'd also been looking for someone -- they were in the same boat, then. Oh. Her heart suddenly dropped, thinking of all of the horrible assumptions she'd made about this boy's character up until now. Mostly because her first insight about him had been him rummaging through a gift shop, but still -- he was trying to help somebody, too. She'd learned better than to judge a book by its cover. Time to try and repair this.]

❝ My name's Cassie. So you're looking for somebody, too? ❞ [She swallowed, trying to find the right words.] ❝ Well -- maybe we can help each other? You said you've been having trouble with the doors, right? I can hack through most of them. The system recognizes me as a technician. ❞

His hands sift and shuffle through old merchandise and media; plush toys left to rot and shirts that have long since been moth-bitten, pieces of plastic degraded and withering away every second that passes; a bit like his mind in its own right, he thinks, having come back much against his mother's wishes-- how long had it been since he came before all of… this? Months? Five, at least-- he hadn't had the time to sneak in after being banned by his own mother ( he understood, but Victor had his questions; and he needed to know ). He doesn't have many memories of this place; not after everything, but there's some fondness for it-- memories decay and become twisted in time, and his were so far in the abyss, marred with a missing poster of a girl much like him-- of Vivienne, who he has yet to find.

Monsters left and right; things that move in the dark that try to grab and tear and rip all those they can get their hands on; he is, at the very least, aware that there have been casualties as a result of such programming-- and he is not going to be one of them. It does make him a little worried, sure, having fight tooth and nail against a raging beast with a sole directive-- they could have been someone once, in their own way, or they could have been someone eventually. But he has no time to dwell on the past or the future; Victor must focus on the now. Victor must focus to survive. All in order to find his twin. Without a source of light, the creatures can emerge-- and Victor's eyes have since adjusted to the darkness that loomed in every corner.

His hand moves, and a novelty cup is sent hurtling against the floor and thuds against the floor-- and he freezes, holding his breath and seeming to count the seconds that pass. One, two, three-- his eyes dart to his left and his right momentarily-- four, five, six. His shoulders relax as, finally, he lets out the breath he was holding. He knows well enough that the endoskeleton that almost wrung him like a wet towel in the shop was down for the count ( his hand finds his bruised arm, rubbing it momentarily as he thinks about it ), but in this silence you can hear a pin drop and there's more out there. He has to be careful, and he has to be on alert unless he ends up like any other poor sod unfortunate enough to slip.

But then he hears it; the door's automatic mechanism kicking into gear and his shoulders find themselves locking in place-- someone's here, and he's not sure if it's a threat or something else. His left foot shuffles, turning so that his body could, at the very least, twist to see what could have opened the door-- but his ears then pick up static; the sound of talking, the sound of escape and the door eventually shutting, and he finds himself staring at the metal barricade for a moment, seeming absolutely dumbfounded; someone else was crazy enough to come here. His hands finally find themselves moving, and he's picking up his baseball bat and finding himself nearing the poorly boarded-up windows of the shop, he doesn't move from there, but he can still hear it.

He swallowed; hand gripping the bat for a moment before it loosens, and he listens-- the windows were gone, and the job done to cover up where they had been was shoddy, so it doesn't really surprise him when he can hear a conversation over radio waves; and Victor frowns. Those two-- sounded like they're around his age. He shifts from one foot to another as he waits for that conversation, however brief, to end-- and his ears find themselves straining to hear for any potential endos in the background approaching-- he's not typically the type to jump to the aid of a stranger, but if this kid had already gotten past some of the endos crowding the daycare entrance, she's clearly doing a good job at surviving. Safe to say-- he finds that pretty impressive.

Victor's head moves, watching the once-working endo to see if it's still moving, before turning back and raising his hand to knock against the board between him and whoever the girl outside was.

❝ …Hey, you might not wanna be so loud. ❞ He starts off, voice low in volume in order to not attract much attention, ❝ Last thing anyone needs is to be ambushed by those guys wandering the place. Almost got twisted into a pretzel in here. ❞ He adds, though there's a hint of a joke in his tone, ❝ Um… sorry, if I scared you? I'm trying to find parts in order to unlock some doors. ❞ It's the truth, in all honesty-- Victor does not have access to security cards or any kind of key, so he had to resort to scrounging around ( 'like a raccoon,' Vivienne would joke-- he was doing it last time they were here together for a lock-in, too ). ❝ I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but… you're looking for someone t-- right? If that's alright to ask, that is. ❞ He's awkward, fumbling in his own right-- he isn't used to talking like this, clearly, but he's genuine, and trying.

❝ ...I'm... Victor. Weird as it is, I'm trying to find someone as well. Is it okay to ask for your name? ❞