#werewolf execution game

[honeylemonsunflower]

doodle of my very alive boys having lunch together in high school before graduation (denial is still strong after all these years ;-;)

[tabletopresources]

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[vagueshape]

Put La'asa in the barbie filter 😨

[arliedraws]

“Just like your father, aren’t you?” said Sirius Black, his pale eyes glittering, tightening his grip as Harry tried to yank his arm away. “Always ready to fight, but never to talk.”

Plane drawings! Just thinking about my favorite fic of mine, End the Old Games, a oneshot about Slytherin Sirius Black saving the son of longtime rival James Potter from a “death by werewolf” execution. In any universe, Harry is still his kid even if he’s not supposed to talk to him 🥲

(Also, it was an interesting experience sketching through turbulence!)

[bogleech]

For me the most disappointing thing about Palworld is the designs being so boring and bland that you'll never have cause to review them. We deserve better from a creature collecting game, especially one making this much money!

Yeah here's the most opinion I can possibly muster on any of them:

DUMUD: it's a big fat shark-like mudskipper and that's a good concept, it just doesn't really have the charm of any Pokemon it shares anything in common with.

WUMPO: resembles the fur-wearing "werewolf" pokemon that got cut from the first or second generation, crossed with Tangrowth. One of the more okay designs because those are two good pokemon.

SIBELYX: this is supposed to be their Gardevoir I guess and I think it's an owl? Or is it a moth? Well it ends up one of the slightly cooler looking ones a little less obviously derivative of specific pokemon. Maybe they were also going for a Dimitrescue knockoff with the hat

CAWGNITO: an alright one because plague doctors just generally look cool. However the simple formula of plague doctor + actual bird would have been far too obvious and underwhelming as a Pokemon. There's no novelty or twist to this.

HANGYU: this is the one that's a ghostly noose canonically used to execute people. It's a funny little send-up of the darker pokemon pokedex entries, though the design is uninspired compared to object-based creatures in Pokemon, Digimon or any other monster franchise I can think of.

LOVANDER: this is one that fucks people, and they possibly borrowed the topography of Salazzle's official model. I want to think they did intend it to be freaky and unwholesome looking with the rubbery goblin hands, but I suspect they intended something actually sexy by furry monsterfucker standards and just weren't good at it. Yes I know that likely does not stop people from being into it anyway.

TEAFANT: I was going to say this is the only pal that looks better than its closest equivalent Pokemon, because they would be Cufant, and I gave Cufant a pretty negative review back in the day.

......But actually, now I kind of like Cufant. A lot, come to think of it! Teafant is cute and competent in the most paint-by-numbers possible way. It's what almost anyone would draw in ten seconds if asked to make a cute marketable teacup elephant pokemon. Cufant is an awkward, messy design but it is comparatively cute in a goofy, dorky way that's rare among the Pals, and more importantly, it is unique. I don't think they used AI to generate any Palworld models (the tech isn't there yet) but I can see why people assume they used AI just to get the initial ideas, because it's very easy to find people who have more a more creative eye for character design. I'd say even if not ESPECIALLY people with zero experience in art would have made the Pals look more interesting.

[apas-95]

I think there should be a social-deduction game like Among Us, Mafia, or Trouble in Terrorist Town, but where killing people is really hard.

In Mafia (or Werewolf etc) killing is extremely abstracted - the killer chooses someone to kill each round and that's that. Some variants will have doctors or other player roles that can intercede, but the actual act of killing is basically telepathic. Similarly, in Among Us, the impostors kill instantly with the press of a button, though they at least need to be in physical proximity with their quarry. In Trouble in Terrorist Town, innocent terrorists are also armed, and can fight back against traitors (replacing the usual vote-to-execute mechanic with a tense standoff), but killing any individual target is generally as simple as pointing a ahotgun at their chest and clicking the trigger.

Games simplify or complexify mechanics to change the gameplay environment. When you have regenerating HP, or instand healthpacks, damage is a lot cheaper than when you have simulated bleeding, tourniquets, and cardiac arrest. Social deduction's party game lineage strongly influenced its conventions, but in a genre centred around the act of killing, its simplification may be a hindrance. Generally, the only question on the killer player's mind is when to kill, not how - they are, generally, only stopped from immediately and indiscriminately killing by their own discretion. Making the act of killing a task in itself, making building up the capacity to kill arduous, could provide a more engaging experience, as well as inducing greater paranoia over a potential killer without any concrete evidence.

Even minor changes, like a version of TTT where ammunition or weapons were scarce, would significantly change the gameplay - and in a genre where a shifting balance of power is the point, could add some interesting dynamics.

[izunias-meme-hole]

You've been rebloging a decent amount of Soulsborne stuff, so if you have time, can you say who your favorite character's are in all these games?

Oh... well a fair amount of my thoughts CERTAINLY changed, but I'll give you a top 10.

Number 1. Messmer The Impaler (Elden Ring) - Messmer was certainly a welcome surprise. He was the firstborn son of Queen Marika, ultimately the one who personally oversaw the genocide of the hornsent in the Land of Shadow, and event so horrific and cruel that its impact could still be felt within the present day. He was afflicted with a curse at his birth, in which a dark and malevolent snake threatened to eat him from the inside, which resulted in Marika plucking out his eye and replacing it with a seal of grace. Sounds like quite the monster, right? Well here's the thing. Messmer's a surprisingly good boss, like he literally preserved his enemies culture inside a storeroom just because one of his knights requested it, and has at least some level of compassion. Sure some of his men defected after finding out about the true nature of his existence, but there were some that even stuck around because they know who he is as a person. So why did this great guy commit literal one of the most horrific events in history? Well you see, Marika basically told him to eliminate the hornsent, and it wasn't just a standard order... it was a secret banishment for him, and Marika's vengeance on the hornsent. That's right, Messmer was exiled so he could be a scapegoat for his mother in the Land of Shadow. While this doesn't absolve him of his crimes, it ultimately makes him extremely pitiable.

Number 2. Queen Marika & Radagon (Elden Ring) - A god, a vessel, a warmonger, a mother, a schemer, a monster, and a pitiful woman. These are all the things that Queen Marika The Eternal was, and by god she deserves to be remembered by all of them. Radagon is her other half. The Demigods were her children. Messmer is her son. The Lands Between were her lands. She destroyed several races. She destroyed the Elden ring. Everything in the game is connected to her in some capacity. This is some Sauron tier shit that's been done with someone who's now just a prisoner in her own fortress thanks to her fear of her reigns inevitable end. Elden Ring has a TON of antagonists, each one active in their own right across the Lands Between. Marika on the other hand is both a prisoner in her own home, and a god on her last knees who faces The Tarnished through Radagon, yet almost every last evil committed in the game is connected to her past history of cruelty and malevolence in service to her Golden Order.

Number 3. Malenia (Elden Ring) - Malenia was my fave for a good while, and is still one of my top 5 bosses in the series. Her background, how that background ties into the world, her difficulty not being too bullshit yet still giving veterans a good taste of the dirt, her simplistic yet effective character, and the concept of someone being that goddamn sickly yet still being so undeniably persistent, powerful, and near-invincible is intriguing and cool, and it's executed very well in her case. Her boss being optional is just icing on the cake. Overall she's a spectacle.

Number 4. Miquella (Elden Ring) - He's a charming lil guy. Yes he cut out everything that made himself a good person in order to become the god of a new era, and is an expert manipulator due to his powers, but he's still just a lil guy.

Number 5. Father Gascoigne (Bloodborne) - Originally, Laurence was my favorite Bloodborne character, but after some careful reconsideration... this guy is at the top. Why? I like how simplistic his lore is, but aside from that, he's basically a reflection of the Good Hunter and a really great first legit boss. He serves as a gatekeeper for new players, and his transformation from skilled hunter to a monstrous werewolf mid-fight is a perfect introduction to what fate usually awaits any hunter who inevitably gets blood drunk in Yharnam. And the cherry on top? He's just a guy. He was just a normal ass hunter with a wife and child before all of this, hell you could even use his daughter's music box to snap him out of his blood drunk state for a second. IMO Gascoigne is underrated as hell.

Number 6. Lady Maria (Bloodborne) - Between the Plain Doll being based off her, her connection to Gehrman, and being one of the hunters at the Fishing Hamlet, Maria is undeniably a great character with a vast presence.

Number 7. Ludwig (Bloodborne) - Tragic Hornse. In all seriousness though, Ludwig is a perfect summary of Bloodborne, and honestly one of the top 3 bosses in the entire series.

Number 8. Isshin Ashina (Sekiro) - Isshin's presence overshadows that of the main antagonist, Genechiro Ashina, and its entirely intentional. He basically is the symbol of his entire clan, leading a rebellion against the invading forces alongside many warriors and triumphing. Isshin was a living legend in the past, but in the present? He's old, sick, and on his last legs. He's still defending his clan, but for his strength, he's still mortal. He's still human. He's the perfect reflection of his clan. That and he’s an amazing final boss. Go Grandpa Ashina!

Number 9. Gwyn, Lord of Cinder (Dark Souls) - Horrible, HORRIBLE god. He ruined humanity, is a bad father, and is SO worthy of being hated... yet he's so pitiable and pathetic. Gwyn is responsible for almost every tragedy in the trilogy, yet even his own story is a tragedy. A paranoid god king making the literal worst decisions ever to the point where he literally destroys himself. There's a level of understandability with his character that makes him tragic, but ultimately, he's still a monster. And this isn't even bringing up the Soul of Cinder.

Number 10. Slave Knight Gael (Dark Souls) - An old slave knight from the age of fire, literal cannon fodder, not only outlives the gods, but goes on a quest to get the Dark Soul so that The Painter, his niece, would paint a new world. You get familiar with him in the Ashes of Ariandel DLC, and by the time of the Ringed City DLC you see that Gael has slipped into madness and stands atop literal desolation. At first he fights on all 3's, only using his sword as a weapon as he jumps and crawls around, but after his guts are cut open and he gets the power of the dark soul, he truly begins fighting like a man and will occasionally rely on the newfound power he has to strike the Ashen One down with magic. Still at the end of the day... this fight is just between two nobodies who outlived the gods.

[txttletale]

Once again Healed is right. Venture is so purely unintuitive and just all around not fun to play with especially since none of the dungeons have any cool or meaningful choices outside of the tomb of annihilation (the only one that gets played on any sort of competitive level who knew?) Like I honestly thought after Ikoria's companion it could not get any worse for creating awful play patterns but I got proven wrong.

so true. someone in my notes brought up day/night which i think is really obnoxious to be sure but, like, the obnoxiousness comes from doing a lot of pointless bookkeeping that doesn't impact the game, it's in the execution rather than the concept -- it's very easy to conceptualize 'if a turn goes by where nobody plays a spell, the werewolf gets bigger' vs. venture the dungeon which is such a variable colleciton of slapdash unrelated bonuses that when you see a venture card on the battlefield all you really know is 'well. thats going to do Some Random Bullshit'

[rachelsfav-queer]

More Pippa and Wednesday BroTP please?

Hell fucking yeah! Ask and you shall receive!

Serial Killer: *spits* You stupid bitches! I’ll gut both of you and once I’m done with you, I’ll cut apart your pretty little girlfriends.

Wednesday: It’s almost impressive how foolish you have to be to think that would actually be threatening.

Pippa: Seriously. I’m much more scared by the potential diseases I’ll contract from your spit. Gross. Besides, threatening us was quite a stupid move. Threatening our girlfriends, that’s even more stupid.

Wednesday: Quite so, though I must admit, my heart does sing at the potential. It’s been quite sometime since I’ve last seen mi loba temible tear apart an unwitting prey. (My fearsome wolf)

Wednesday: I’m sure she’d love the hunt, though I predict it won’t be all that challenging, considering this pathetic whelp.

Pippa: *chuckles* So unfortunate, you just can’t find good game these days. Oh well, perhaps the next serial killer will actually put up a fight. I’ll call Cara to buy some popcorn, I’ve always wanted to see how a werewolf hunts.

Wednesday: *smirks* I’ll tell Enid the good news. She’ll be very excited to show off her terrifying skills.

End <3

(Sorry this took a while lol. Writers block is a bitch, that plus executive dysfunction had me frozen for a bit lol. Hope y’all enjoyed this! Wednesday and Pippa make a hell of a duo, I can only hope I’m doing them justice lol)

[charaznablescanontoyota]

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banquo at the feast - mafia/werewolf-like where one person plays a ghost, and everyone else is complicit in their murder and trying not to get executed for it

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such a lovely place - dlc pack for you can check out any time you like with more hotel locations to visit and minigames to play

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Season 2 Chapter 59 Translation [Lucien’s Route (3/3)]

⚠️  SPOILER ALERT  ⚠️

This post contains a VERY HEAVY SPOILER for the chapter that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Lucien gazes at the shallow bite mark left by my teeth on his hand, a hint of amusement mingled with helplessness in his eyes.

With his other hand, he gently pinches my cheek.

"Is this how Miss Werewolf executes me?"

Translation under the cut!

[Previous Part-> Click Here]

—[Lucien's Route - 10: First Clearing After Rainstorm]—

As dusk falls, my face grows increasingly pale as Lucien escorts me back to my room.

MC: As the game progresses, I feel like the pressure is getting bigger and bigger, and even my head hurts more.

I can't help but reach out to rub my head, but Lucien gently holds back my wrist. His fingers gently brush against my skin as if offering some kind of comfort.

Lucien: I have a better way to relieve it. Come with me.

He guides me to lie back on the bed, and I rest my head on Lucien's right leg, feeling his fingertips slowly massaging my temple.

Lucien's fingertips are purposely dipped with water, and their slight coolness gradually soothes my mind.

When I slowly open my eyes, his silhouette is tenderly outlined by twilight, with the light catching on his eyelashes and casting a focused shadow.

The continuous sound of flowing water since entering the mansion seems to fade at this moment, leaving only our breathing amplified in my ears.

MC: [softly calling out his name] Lucien.

I can't help but call his name. Lucien looks at me and blinks.

MC: I hope we can see each other again tomorrow and walk to the last day together.

Lucien: I hope we can make it through the night safely too.

Lucien bows his head, his lips brushing my forehead in a kiss as fleeting as morning dew.

Lucien: [whispers softly] MC, may you have a sweet dream tonight.

I close my eyes and fall into a brief slumber, waking up just in time for the werewolves' activity period.

I don't know when Lucien left, but I still feel his presence lingering in the air.

I shake my head, dispelling the wild thoughts from my mind. No matter what, the game isn't over yet, and tonight is undoubtedly even more critical.

✂———————–

I quickly meet up with Mousy. To avoid any misunderstandings between us, I specifically explain what happened in the morning.

MC: It has been three whole days. If I don't identify a real werewolf, they might start doubting my identity as the seer…

MC: We will achieve victory soon. Do you believe in me?

I confidently recited the lines I had rehearsed during the day. Mousy seems taken aback by my directness and nods in agreement.

However, I am fully aware that the longer the hunter survives, the less likely the werewolves are to win.

As I think about this, I don't feel any regret, but rather more and more at ease.

Perhaps in the time I can't see, Lucien is also taking steps closer to the ending which belongs only to the two of us.

Braving the deafening rain, we head to Joker's room again. As we open the door, a flash of lightning strikes a giant tree in front of the window, charring it.

I refuse Mousy's help and personally push Joker into the pool.

Watching the deep green color disappear into the water, I feel a sense of relief that I haven't felt in a long time.

That night, I had a rare good night's sleep. By the time dawn arrived, the rain had already stopped.

It was still some time before my usual wake-up hour, but instead of waiting for Lucien to come find me, I took the initiative to push open the door and go out.

Lucien's door wasn't locked; it opened with a push. He stood by the window, looking at the clear, blue sea.

Lucien: [gently] You’re here.

After being confined all night, the morning breeze flows lightly into the bedroom, ruffling his hair and revealing his smiling eyes.

Lucien: Did you have a sweet dream last night?

Thinking about the scene where I personally "dealt with" the Joker last night, I smile.

MC: [smiles happily] Mm, I had a very good and happy dream~

✂———————–

Soon, all the players are gathered in the banquet hall again. The long, once full table is now left with only a few people.

Apart from Lucien and me, there are only four people left.

Zhao Jianqiang, who was already not in a good state, is lying on the table today, tapping his head.

MC: Can you still hold on? Do we need to tell the officials?

Zhao Jianqiang waves his hand, putting on an "I can still manage" expression.

Zhao Jianqiang: ....Boss, don't worry, I can still work overtime when the game is over!

.......In this state, it's better not to work overtime. It would be troublesome if there is a work injury.

Before joining the game, he was busy editing the film "Odyssey." After this ends, I really need to give him a proper vacation.

Simply put, let's "liberate" him tonight.

As I am pondering, Zhao Jianqiang suddenly stands up.

Zhao Jianqiang: Let me speak first... I am actually the grave keeper. Yesterday, the baldhead that MC checked was indeed a werewolf.

I quietly look around, and no one questions Zhao Jianqiang's words. Without a doubt, my identity is ultimately confirmed.

MC: Then I'll also share the results of my check from last night. Luckily, I identified another werewolf.

I stand up under everyone's trusting gazes, my eyes falling on the burly man who has been very low-key these past few days and is now quietly watching me.

MC: It's you, Mr. Gentle Giant.

Another round of execution is over. In the eyes of everyone, the Seer has successfully identified the Werewolf for two consecutive days, and the game is about to end smoothly.

Or rather, no one is willing to think about the authenticity of my identity anymore.

The irreversible ending is always difficult to accept.

As I get up and walk out of the banquet hall, I'm suddenly called out to.

??: MC!

White Angel rushes over to me. It seems like she has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, a shy blush coloring her cheeks.

Angel: The game is almost over, MC. You're in a very dangerous position right now.

Angel: I have a good idea who the next werewolf is. Don't worry, I'll protect you tonight!

...I never expected that the person who gave the wolf faction a bad start would be right before me.

MC: Are you the Guardian?

Angel: Yes! My judgment was right. With you as the Seer, we will definitely win.

Angel: You might not remember, but we've actually met in real life.

MC: Eh…?

She sees the confusion in my eyes and explains to me with a smile.

Angel: I am a nurse and volunteer for the An Kang Charity Project. I am responsible for caring for deteriorating patients.

Angel: When you came to report, I was the one who received you.

Angel: I deliberately 'subverted' my dress style in the game, so it's normal if you didn't recognize me at first.

‘Carnival Night’ has been going on for so many days, I have completely immersed myself in the identity within the game.

Suddenly hearing about real-life matters, I feel a surreal sense of suspension. I ponder for a while and finally nod in realization.

MC: Oh, it's you!

Angel nods, looks towards Lucien not far away, and whispers in my ear.

Angel: Mr. X is Professor Lucien, right?

Seeing me nod, she beams a radiant smile.

Angel: It's really you! I'm thrilled to meet a media person who tirelessly reports on deteriorating diseases and Professor Lucien who has been dedicated to researching deteriorating diseases.

Angel: Participating in the closed beta of 'Carnival Night' turned out to be the luckiest thing for me this year.

Angel: Even after leaving the game, as a regular healthcare worker, I will continue to support you all!

After Angel leaves, I stand there, my heart feeling like it's stuffed with tangled knots of thread, a strange sensation I can't quite describe.

Even though it's just a game, deceiving someone with expectations and trust in me still leaves me feeling a little guilty.

My empty right hand is enveloped by another warm hand. Lucien has walked to my side without me noticing.

MC: You heard everything?

Lucien: Mm.

Lucien and I interlocked our fingers, palms pressed tightly together, sharing each other's warmth.

Lucien: [chuckles softly] You've done very well.

—[Lucien's Route - 11: First Clearing After Rainstorm]—

I bite my lip, suppress the emotions in my heart, and smile at Lucien.

MC: Looks like my role as a producer has contributed a bit to the care of deteriorating patients~

Lucien nods, his seriousness clearly visible in his eyes.

Lucien: Not just a bit, but a lot.

Lucien: After all, scientific research isn't purely about rational study; it's intertwined with human emotions and interests.

Lucien: Just like in 'Carnival Night,' those who grasp logic and truth may not necessarily surpass those who manipulate hearts and exchange interests.

I nod slightly, feeling a bit guilty, and listen as Lucien continues speaking.

Lucien: The media can both widely disseminate the latest scientific research results and play a role in monitoring and holding scientific research accountable.

He pauses briefly, then adds softly.

Lucien: —This helps prevent issues like academic misconduct and unethical research practices during the scientific research process.

His gaze seems to drift away from "Odyssey" and look into the distance.

Such an expression makes me inevitably think of the night he took me to the abandoned research institute. I can't help but ask.

MC: Are you... thinking about Mr. Xu?

Lucien, however, shakes his head. When he looks at me again, his eyes remain calm and serene as usual.

Lucien: In the path of scientific research, there have been many such things in the past. And in the future, there will be many more.

Seeing my puzzled expression, Lucien smiles.

Lucien: For example, research on deterioration worldwide has stalled at this stage.

Lucien: Many research institutions have adjusted their research directions and terminated research projects as a result-

Lucien: -And for those projects that still exist, obtaining funding has also become more challenging.

Lucien casually picks up a glass of juice from the tray carried by a passing butler and hands it to me.

Lucien: Given this background, those who continue striving for deterioration research are making efforts to revitalize this research direction.

Lucien: For them, more than studying deterioration itself, what's crucial is making 'innovative discoveries', securing funding, and sustaining the research institute.

The deliberately emphasized tone makes me vaguely understand the implied meaning of Lucien's words.

MC: You mean... some of them have started to take desperate risks?

Lucien nods, his expression still indifferent, revealing no specific opinion or feelings toward these people.

Lucien: Among the organizations researching the deterioration disease that approached me for cooperation, quite a few are involved in such activities.

MC: [worriedly]…What about you? Is there similar pressure at Ultima Bioscience Research Institute?

Lucien: I'm fortunate that there haven't been any so far. Therefore, I can focus more on my research.

Instinctively, I tighten the grip on his hand, and I see Lucien give me a gentle and reassuring smile.

Lucien: [chuckles] It's getting late. Don't forget we're still in the "Carnival Night". Do you want to see other places?

✂———————–

That night, Mousy and I pushed Zhao Jianqiang into the pool.

Since I have already decided to stay with Lucien until the end, I no longer consider the strategy or the winning and losing of the werewolf faction.

After saying goodbye to the seemingly downcast Mousy, I return to my room with a relaxed mindset and quickly tally the votes.

Mousy and I have 2 votes together, while Lucien and the White Angel have 2.5 votes together. It seems that tomorrow will be our last day as werewolves.

I lie on the bed, turn over, and a strong sense of unreality rises in my heart.

Carnival Night has been going on for several days now, and apart from being startled by Brother Genius on the first night, it seems like everything has been thrilling but safe…

But I have actually always been very concerned about what Brother Genius said about the "game rule loophole" on the night he committed suicide.

Why was he able to go out at that time, and how did he kill himself?

Thinking about this, I remain puzzled, feeling as if a little claw is scratching at my heart, making it uncomfortable to lie down or sit.

Finally, I steel myself and stand up from the bed.

Since the werewolves are going to lose tomorrow anyway, why not take advantage of this long night and go out to investigate?

I look at the clock on the wall. Although the time for werewolf and seer activities has passed, dawn is at five o'clock, and there are still a few hours to go.

So, I get up and walk to the door. After silently giving myself three seconds to hesitate, I decisively open the door and walk out.

Sure enough, I am not punished or sent back to my room for coming out during off-activity hours.

The large mansion is already empty, with most of the room name plates having the players' names crossed out.

I walk alone through the secluded corridor surrounded by pool water, searching for anything unusual.

My body trembles when I reach the atrium, and I stand frozen in shock.

The light in Brother Genius's room, which should have been offline a few days ago, is on.

My heart tightens uncontrollably as I hold my breath and walk to the door. Before I can push it, the door opens from the inside.

Lucien: Good evening, MC.

Lucien smiles while holding the door, and the indoor light dyes a warm hue on his hair. He steps aside and invites me in.

Lucien: Please come in.

I walk in as if on a sleepwalk and sit down. After glancing around the room, my eyes fall on Lucien, and I can't help but stare at him.

MC: Why are you sleeping here... Isn't your room on the other side?

Lucien: I couldn't sleep, so I often wander around at this time. Did I scare you?

MC: Not really, it's just…

I ponder my words for a while, feeling a headache coming on and a bit of irritation growing in my heart.

Having reached this point, I no longer care about our identity as werewolf and hunter or about the mansion owner's personal tasks.

So, I look at Lucien and decide to stop hiding anything, pouring all the questions in my heart in one breath.

MC: Alright, I actually want to know, when did you start coming out at night?

Lucien: [frankly and without hesitation] Since the night of the third day.

I look at his calm expression, feeling only more puzzled.

MC: But why risk breaking the rules to do this? Is it because you discovered something?

Meeting my questioning gaze, Lucien smiles slightly.

Lucien: Because at that time, I realized the same thing you are realizing now: there is something suspicious about Brother Genius's death.

Lucien: The game is based on rules: werewolves kill humans, humans vote players out, and the only two execution methods in the game are pushing them into the water.

Lucien: Out of so many humans being killed, only Brother Genius's death was different.

With a graceful gesture, he motions for me to look towards the bedroom door.

Lucien: There are some bloodstains on the outside of the door frame that haven't been thoroughly cleaned. He walked out of the room and died at the door.

Lucien: So I infer that he was not killed by the werewolves, and the werewolves' target on the first night should have been Joker.

MC: ...How do you even know this?

Lucien: [chuckles] It's just a guess based on intuition and understanding.

Lucien's eyes curve into a smile. Though he frames it as a guess, his words carry an undeniable insight.

Lucien: I guess there is a cute classmate in the werewolf faction.

Lucien: [the glee in his tone! he doesn’t even hide his happily wagging ‘fox tail’] This classmate has a low tolerance for Joker, yet still wants to play with me, the hunter, for a while longer.

His hushed voice mingles with the secretive sounds of flowing water, cloaking his words in suspense.

Lucien: After all, for the werewolves, it's far too dangerous and unbelievable for a hunter to survive until now.

Lucien: What do you think, Miss Werewolf?

The facade I've been barely maintaining in front of everyone finally crumbles entirely at this moment.

I look at Lucien, feeling more relieved than frustrated.

This is wonderful, I can finally be completely open and honest with him.

MC: You figured it out long ago, didn't you?

MC: From the first day... no, from the moment Mr. Hunter first saw me, you knew, didn't you?

Lucien leans in close, his fingertips gliding across my face, from the wisps of hair on my forehead to the corners of my eyes and lips, which are taut from tension…

Lucien: So cute.

MC: What?

His non-sequitur leaves me flustered, and I instinctively lean in closer, trying to hear him clearly.

Lucien: Your small gestures as you lie, your feigned innocence when defending yourself, and your little wickedness in weaving traps for victory... They are all very cute.

MC: …..

I am rendered speechless, unable to argue, yet finding the sly Lucien before me utterly infuriating.

I reach out and grasp his hand as it caresses my cheek, stare at him for a moment, and then decisively bite him.

MC: Mr. Hunter's guess is correct. But it's too late. We're about to win.

—[Lucien's Route - 12: The wind is calm, and the waves are still]—

Lucien gazes at the shallow bite mark on his hand left by my teeth, a hint of amusement mingled with helplessness in his eyes. With his other hand, he gently pinches my cheek.

Lucien: [chuckles helplessly] Is this how Miss Werewolf executes me?

I spread my hands out, letting him pinch my cheeks, and I can only speak unclearly.

MC: I wish I could, but unfortunately, it's not the time for the werewolves to act yet. You've just narrowly escaped death!

Lucien releases my cheek and gazes at my impassioned demeanor, his eyes crinkling into soft crescents.

Lucien: Well then, I must thank you, Miss Werewolf.

MC: Then can I accept a thank-you gift from you?

Lucien tilts his head slightly, his eyes openly revealing a look full of indulgence.

Lucien: [with that very indulgent tone of his] Of course, you can. What do you want?

MC: We previously agreed to explore the waterway structure inside the mansion together, but various delays have prevented us from doing so.

MC: Regarding this, I want to complete it and solve this mystery before the game ends.

Gazing at Lucien with anticipation, I catch a smile on his lips.

Lucien: Alright. Tonight, I can satisfy all your wishes.

Lucien: Let's go, we have many places to go.

✂———————–

We walk hand in hand through the mansion, quickly finding what we are searching for since most of the rooms are empty.

All water pathways on the blueprint that we draw connect to form a magic formation and the center of the formation ultimately converges in the master room deep within the mansion.

Exchanging glances, Lucien and I enter the master room once more.

Under the moonlight, the originally clear water takes on a dreamlike pink hue, with soft waves rippling gently.

However, I can not forget that this vivid pink is formed by the bright red blood from those executed, gradually flowing throughout the mansion and gathering here.

A faintly visible magic circle lies deep within the water as if awaiting its final “sacrifice”.

All the clues from the game so far finally connect in my mind, forming a vague conclusion.

Perhaps this so-called island banquet was nothing but a long-planned sacrificial ceremony from the very beginning.

Even though I don't know what the final result of this magic circle will be, I no longer care.

Lucien and I lock eyes, and he gives me a sly wink.

Lucien: It turns out that the lady of this mansion before me is actually so dangerous.

Since Lucien has already guessed my identity as a werewolf, it's no surprise that my identity as the mansion owner is also revealed. I pout.

MC: Yeah, although I just found out about all these things too. But now, I no longer care about these settings.

Pulling Lucien along, I get into the dreamlike pink pool and smile at him.

MC: I just want to bring this Carnival Night to an end that belongs to us.

We hold hands tightly, wading through the water just like last time. However, this time, I am the one leading us to our destination.

The pressure in the water gradually increases, my breathing becomes rapid, and the curiosity and desire to explore in my heart compel me to speak.

MC: Lucien, can you tell me why you have been helping the werewolves?

Lucien: I'm not deliberately helping the werewolves.

Lucien's deep gaze falls on me, his low voice echoing in this seemingly infinite space.

Lucien: I'm simply doing what I want to do and witnessing the result I want to see.

MC: ‘’Result”?

The rippling water casts dappled light on Lucien's face, which holds a faint smile.

Lucien: Whenever I see you in action, I want to know what you will plan, what kind of decisions you will make, and what kind of statements you will say…

Lucien: [gently] I want to explore every side of you and witness where you'll ultimately arrive.

His gaze on me is burning and clear, as if tangible.

Lucien: And the result is... you, finally arriving before me.

[:”””” he must feels so happy that regardless of everything, out of so many possibilities, she just wants to run to his side🥺]

My heart skips a few beats, and my voice drops to a whisper.

MC: B-but I'm doing something "bad" though…

Lucien: But this isn't reality, is it?

Lucien: It's precisely because tonight is a “carnival" night that I get to see another possibility of you and cherish this possibility.

He says, tapping the tip of my nose.

Lucien: Besides, I haven't missed any of those guilty expressions you make after being "bad" each time.

We have reached the center of the pool, at the top of the magic circle, and I open my arms to hug Lucien.

MC: [smiles softly] Alright, you've seen everything about me and guessed it all. This werewolf is cornered now.

MC: But before I'm out, I have one greedy wish.

MC: Mr. Hunter, may I "choose" you tonight?

Lucien's heartbeat remains steady as he gently strokes my head, as if what I said were merely an invitation to a date.

Lucien: [with that indulgent and gentle tone again 🤧] Is this what you wish?

MC: Mm. Ever since I gained the role of a werewolf, I've often found it troublesome. There were many times when I didn't want to continue.

MC: However, just imagining moments like this, when only you and me left, makes me want to linger in this game a bit longer…

Lucien lowers his head and looks into my eyes, his gaze containing a hundred kinds of unspoken tenderness.

Lucien: From the very first second I saw you on this island—

Lucien: I had already accepted this choice.

Lucien hugs me back, letting me lead him as we sink into the water together.

The pink pool water blooms with large swaths of gorgeous crimson. At the moment he is eliminated, a chill also spreads across my waist.

Blood continues to flow from the bullet hole, and my vision quickly fades into darkness.

✂———————–

[Literal chills as I translated this part ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ. I personally like how the whole chapter echoes their relationship progression throughout the main story. Even if they're clearly on opposite sides, they always find a path where they can walk side by side—'enemies' that just want to 'play' with each other as long as possible and protect each other, with Lucien speaking out for MC during the day and MC kill everyone else but Lucien during the night🤧. Lucien's "Queen-maker" aspect is also reflected in this chapter. He guides her but doesn't dictate because he always respects her choice, no matter what it will be. In addition to that, he looks forward to every possibility she can become through her choices and cherishes them. In the end, he lets her be the one leading him to whatever end she chooses for both of them, even if it's to kill each other and die together for love༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ ]

✂———————–

Lucien and I are transported back to the assembly hall. As soon as we open our eyes, we see the eliminated players noisily gathered together.

Brother Genius: See, there's definitely a loophole in this game! The wolves can even kill two people in one night! My attempt the other night was a breakthrough!

Uncle: A temporary setback does not define a hero. Next time, I won't be eliminated so easily.

The sound of various discussions about the game fills the air. I quickly pull Lucien to a corner.

Lucien: Is your head feeling better? Do you want to rest after the summit ends?

MC: I'm okay, I'm okay. It's strange, but as soon as the 'Carnival Night' ended, I felt much better!

MC: Hehe, just now, I was eager to end this game quickly, but now I feel a bit of regret.

MC: What about you? Did you enjoy "Carnival Night"?

Lucien gently tucks away a stray strand of hair from my face, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Lucien: I really like it, our own special ending.

MC: Hmph, I also like to watch Professor Lucien fool and confuse everyone!

MC: At that time, I could only hold back from showing any expression; otherwise, I would have given myself away.

Lucien chuckles softly twice, his expression revealing a hint of contemplation.

Lucien: However… there are still some loopholes in the game's rules and punishment system. I believe the Infinite staff overseeing it in the background already know this.

MC: That's right... I was scared several times when I was the werewolf! Once by Brother Genius, and once when I saw you in his room…

I am thinking about the feedback to give to Infinite when Lucien suddenly opens a private message, seemingly communicating with someone.

MC: Is there any work that needs to be handled?

Lucien nods and closes the private message.

Lucien: It was the research team that had visited many times, pressuring Pete to meet with me no matter what.

MC: So persistent... How does Professor Lucien plan to handle it?

Lucien: This time, they have come up with some rather interesting hypotheses. I think we can give them a chance.

I can't help but pout and reluctantly hold onto Lucien's sleeve.

MC: Well, I also need to be busy with wrapping up the summit…

MC: When we're done, let's play more "Carnival Night" rounds together!

Hearing this, Lucien can't help but chuckle softly. He leans over and whispers tenderly in my ear.

Lucien: [chuckles, then whispers] Okay. Next time, it's your turn to explore my secrets.

After bidding a brief farewell to Lucien, I headed to find Zhao Jianqiang so we could proceed to the summit venue together. However, I discovered that he was already offline.

Without giving it much thought, I click on the teleport button for the venue, and the scene before my eyes gradually darkens.

✂———————–

Okay, so some context for the next part: What happens afterward is that the Loveland City Digital Technology Summit comes to a successful close. When MC wakes up, she finds Zhao Jianqiang becoming unresponsive after playing "Carnival Night." Zhao Jianqiang is taken to the hospital. The cause of Zhao Jianqiang's condition is unknown, and his vital signs are normal. But it's notable that he briefly had high brainwaves during the game.

✂———————–

—[Chapter 60-11]—

Inside the Ultima Bioscience Research Center, sunlight streams through the windows into the office, the warm light floating in the air and illuminating the entire room.

Lucien gently removes the game headset and rubs his temples, trying to relieve the fatigue caused by being immersed in "Odyssey" for a long time.

He takes a report from the tidy desk and grabs a pen, recording on it.

Sunlight spills over Lucien's shoulder, casting dappled light and shadows, gently enveloping his figure as he occasionally pauses to think.

In the report, he records every sensation he experienced during the "Carnival Night" game in detail.

This includes headaches, accelerated heartbeat, shortness of breath, and even slight tremors in his fingertips.

After finishing the recording, he pulled out a stack of white paper from the side of the table and neatly arranged it on the desk.

Without exception, these sheets of paper are filled with his sensory data at different points in time during playing "Odyssey". The densely packed handwriting appears particularly rigorous.

Lucien gazes at the detailed notes, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. After thinking for a moment, he takes out his phone and makes a call.

Lucien: Hello, Dr. Chen, this is Lucien.

Lucien: A patient named Zhao Jianqiang was admitted today, and I hope you can provide a copy of his examination report.

The tip of Lucien's pen glided across the paper, pausing at a piece of data.

Lucien: His situation is rather unique and may provide some insights for our research.

Lucien: In times of necessity, I will not rule out requisitioning him as an experimental subject.

✂———————–

[Next Chapter-> (not yet released)]

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I started a new game in the sims (old game here). I replaced Peter with Lily, so this is going to contain wolfstar and jily, but focuses on wolfstar

This is copied from twitter, which is why it's formatted the way it is

Remus started the game by sitting down to contemplate the emptiness of life, while the others went to look around the house

Remus and Sirius are getting to know each other. Sirius thinks Remus is really hot, 9/10. Remus thinks Sirius is passable, 5/10. Remus flirted with Sirius, Sirius insulted his mother, and when Remus flirted with him again, he got turned down

Sirius is very excited to be interacting with a werewolf, though! Meanwhile, James is exercising and Lily is reading in bed

Sirius is chatting with someone online, banging his head on the keyboard. Remus is reading in James’s bed

Lily and Sirius are the first ones to make friends. Also at this point I can say I have made the executive decision to pair Remus and Sirius to each other. Good luck to Sirius, though, Remus has commitment issues

Sirius has taken up fishing. He might want to rethink where he goes to do it, though:

Remus and Sirius’s excessive flirting ended up with them having shower sex. They were each other’s first kiss and first time having sex. They're still only friends, though

In this game, James is a firefighter. He's been working for 4 days, one of which was a day off, and he's already been promoted twice. He must be really good at his job

Sirius and Remus have finally admitted that they like each other as more than friends. They went on their first date, which was a huge success, and ended it with some disappointing sex. They're not in a relationship, though. Just crushing on each other

Remus contemplating the emptiness of life while on a date:

Meanwhile, James and Lily have started dating. James wooed her with his sexy uniform and biceps

Remus and Sirius went on another date, and at the end of it, Sirius asked Remus to be his boyfriend, and Remus said yes! I did some renovating so that they and jily can have their own bedrooms with double beds. Until now, they've been sleeping in the same room in bunk beds

James is already on level 7 of the firefighting career, and he's only worked for 9 days. He was chatting with a coworker, after which he was creeped out. I'm not surprised, that coworker has seemed to have a bad attitude ever since James started that job

While I wasn't looking, James and Lily had sex for the first time. It was a disappointing experience

Lily was so spooked by Remus howling at the full moon that she walked into the next room and fainted. This is extremely funny because she had to go outside and walk across the veranda to get there (the house's floor plan is a mess because they're too poor for a proper renovation)

Nothing of much interest has happened, except James’s nicer coworker has quit her job at the fire station to become a performer, and during the full moon it turned out that she's also a zombie now. What the hell happened to her?

Sirius and Remus shared a kiss under the mistletoe. It was very cute

Sirius cried because his plants died. Then he cried about it again later. And for some reason he's wearing his formal clothes. Is it related? Only he knows

Remus likes to look out the windows. He'll wander from window to window to look out of them. He did it for hours when I didn’t stop him

Sirius is awed every time he spends time with Remus because he's excited about spending time with a werewolf. They went on another date. It was a success

[metalomagnetic]

Voldemort meets Sirius.

He knows this one will be different as soon as he steps foot in the messy house.

The wards that guard it are borderline dark magic, barely legal. They are well executed, as well. An auspicious beginning, Voldemort thinks, as he patiently dismantles them.

The Black scion isn’t home; Evan dutifully let Voldemort know he’s drunk in some Knockturn pub.

“He often comes to drink in Knockturn, but always alone. Never with his Gryffindor friends. He’s a mean drunk, too, my lord. Perhaps if you wish to have a semblance of a rational conversation- as much as it is possible with any Black- you shouldn’t approach him when he’s wasted.”

The walls are …colourful. The paint was once white, but the young Black heir hung posters of muggle singers everywhere. Perhaps actors, too, Voldemort isn’t familiar with what passes for famous these days in the muggle world.

He only recognises Elvis, mounted over the fireplace.

They all look the same- tall, dark haired, dressed in leather.

Pictures of his friends are up there as well. He recognises Potter in many of them- hard not to, with that trademark Potter hair. The girl draped on his arm, red head, must be his mudblood. Voldemort forgot her name. Something flowery, but it escapes him.

Bella and Evan, occasionally Rabastan often complain about Black’s entourage, but they only name Potter.

“Stupid Potter, his mudblood and the werewolf! He left us for those little worms!”

He thinks the werewolf must be the thin one, an air of misery draped over him in every picture. Greyback complained about him, too. Remus, that’s the one, it comes to Voldemort. Remus Lupin, werewolf.

“With a name like that, I had to bite him,” Greyback smirked, in one of his rare funny moods. “He was destined to be mine, but Black stole him.”

The other boy that appears in almost all the pictures, Voldemort doesn’t even try to place.

He got a report on all of them, marked as Dumbledore’s puppets, but he only remembered the important names on that list.

The girl, he knows. Only one picture with her. Marlene McKinnon. A fighter- a good fighter. She killed three Death Eaters. A Healer, too. Voldemort always looks after powerful witches. They are sorely misrepresented in this war. It upsets Bella, who is trying to recruit more girls, with little success.

She’s in Black’s lap, head thrown back, while Black sucks a bruise on her throat. Voldemort tilts his head, wastes a second more than it is needed on the picture. He’d never seen a picture this vulgar, especially put on display on a wall. The girl is engaged, isn’t she? With one of the Prewett brothers.

He scans the walls for them, but he can’t find them anywhere.

He finds muggle telephone numbers scribbled in lipstick on the walls, instead.

The most amusing- a picture ripped from a newspaper, showing the Dark Mark floating over a house. It has many sharp objects stuck in it-

Darts. Yes, that’s the name of the game.

He smiles. Black has good aim- one of the darts is stuck in the eye of the snake.

Under the bed, beneath a loose floorboard, he finds a box kept safe by no less than five curses. He opens it to find a picture of Orion Black. It is clipped from a newspaper article, cut carefully and precisely around the edges. And a letter. It’s clearly the second page of one- the first is missing.

‘-no need to play dumb, it doesn’t suit you. You know fully well it is not cursing the half-blood that bothers me, but your lack of decorum. You are a civilised young man, you represent our family, and you should act accordingly. I warned you I do not enjoy having to correspond with either McGonagall or Dumbledore, yet you’re forcing me to do so when you blatantly misbehave. Am I to presume you do not care about my displeasure, and this is why you disobey me? Or should I conclude you would like to please your father, yet you lack the self-control to do it? I struggle to pick which option is worse. This is the seventh time in a month I receive letters about your detentions. Do stop assaulting your schoolmates, or if you must, show some cunning and do not get caught. Or else we will have to have a serious conversation when you come home for Yule. I assure you, it is not a conversation you will enjoy.

Furthermore, I hear you intend to take a mudblood to one of those holiday celebrations Slughorn likes to host. Surely, I heard wrong. You would be wise to invite Helena Edgecombe to this function. Her father mentioned just the other day that she finds your company delightful.

Flitwick was accommodating enough to send me your Charms paper, along with your grade. He mentioned it was the best paper he graded in all his years of teaching, and, after reading it, I must agree it was quite extraordinary. I am half tempted to send it to my old mentor back at the Institute. Very well done, Sirius. You certainly can make me proud when it doesn’t inconvenience you.

If only you would show proof of your upbringing in your social life, as well, I would be most content.

With love,

Your father.’

The letter has blotch marks on it, as if someone cried over it. The word ‘father’, especially, is almost erased, and Voldemort imagines Black often moved his finger over it.

Bella mentioned Sirius Black was ‘unnaturally close’ to Orion, and that his father’s death broke him. She credits this event with the boy running away from Grimmauld.

Voldemort carefully arranges these apparently precious possessions back into the box, seals it under the floorboard with the same curses he found on it.

The house is messy, unorganised, clothes thrown around, bottles of alcohol everywhere, full to the brim ashtrays lying around in odd places, and burn marks on the rug.

Yet his collection of muggle records is organised in alphabetical order, neatly. And there, hidden behind the impressive collection, Voldemort finds eight tomes filled with dark magic. All illegal.

His bathroom cabinets are just as messy, and clearly his female guests left behind bottles of lipstick, or similar products. They also left behind some lingerie. A pair of pink knickers is half hidden into a tiny gap underneath the bathtub. He wonders if they belong to the same women who left her bra between the couch cushions in the living room.

Voldemort finds a secret compartment, coming out from the side of the bathroom cabinet. Hang-over potions, peppers up. Polyjuice.

Veritaserum.

Hidden further still, he finds three lethal poisons.

If he didn’t know better, Voldemort might think two different men share the house; a careless, Bohemian womaniser, a blood traitor surrounded by mudbloods and half-bloods and other blood traitors, with muggle musicians on the wall.

And the Black heir, interested in dark magic, poisons, sleeping with his father’s picture under his bed.

This will be easy, he thinks, as he sits in an appalling armchair that doesn’t fit with the rest of the furniture.

Charmed into the armrest, there’s a letter, covered in plastic for preservation. “You fucking dog, how dare you steal my armchair! Give it back, or I swear I’ll spend the rest of my life writing horrible articles about you!”

It amuses Voldemort, as it probably amuses Black, hence why he decided to place it on the armrest, permanently.

When the young man stumbles his way into the house, he contains his surprise to find Voldemort there remarkably fast.

People have been telling Voldemort Black takes after Walburga; he might, it’s too soon to tell, but his first impression is that Sirius favours his father.

Voldemort is yet to meet an unattractive Black- and he’s met them all- but the boy is something else, even for the Blacks.

His tall, broad body is on display in the muggle attire he wears, hair falling around his shoulders with a casual elegance; he is both handsome, with strong, sharp bones and beautiful, with soft lips and long, thick eyelashes, made even darker by the paleness of his eyes.

It has been so long since he felt attraction; it travels up his spine as he takes in the boy.

Who very quickly decides he will die a hero; Voldemort can see that decision forming in his eyes. Not with Legilimency. It’s just made obvious by the way his impressive shoulders straighten with pride, his jaw sets in determination, anger replacing the fear in his eyes.

And there was fear- Voldemort is intimately familiar with fear of death, can easily recognise it when it shines in front of him.

Yet he spent his life fleeing from it.

Sirius Black walks towards it, bold.

It takes only a minute of conversation to charm him; easy, indeed. Sirius’ interest is picked instantly; pride flickers in his eyes that someone like Voldemort would bother coming to kill him; even more pride when Voldemort explains he’s there to recruit him.

He is a Black, down to his last bone. He calls Voldemort a mudblood; he declares himself the purest being in existence. He speaks of his mother; the boy in the pictures is not there, the owner of muggle records, the blood traitor- no; only the Black heir speaks to Voldemort that night.

Powerful, too, like any Black. A diamond in the rough, his magic true and strong and raw as he unleashes it. Dark curses fall with a practiced ease from his wand. Fiendfyre engulfs the room in seconds.

What a treasure. As unhinged and powerful as Bella, this one.

And there it is, his pure blood spilling over the floor, staining the carpet. Voldemort has the impulse to taste it; a momentary madness, but the boy enchants him so.

His clothes are ripped and burned in places, and Voldemort can glimpse tattoos on pale skin. Voldemort wants his mark on that skin; he wants to hold the boy’s strong forearm and brand him as his own. Claim him for himself.

Sirius Black fights readily, bravely. With his wand and with his words.

But Voldemort can smell the mountain of insecurity hidden under the fury, like the boy hides his poisons under harmless perfumes.

Some men- most men- cower when confronted with violence, bend and break under pain, especially pain caused by Voldemort’s wand.

Not this one, Voldemort understands. No, violence will only be met with violence, here.

Voldemort will need a different approach.

[kitkatkey]

HarryKim AU fic recs? I gotcha. Heed each fic tags and double check for smut if you'd rather avoid that.

1) "in the car outside" by paisleycowboys, gym teacher Harry/rcm Kim au fic. They're neighbors, Kim's new in town, and Harry can't help but observe Kim observe him who's observing Kim. They don't get along at first but when feelings catch!!! Oh boy. Oh brother. They're so good for each other.

2) "at this point it was years before..." by RaccoonScientist, originally written in Mandarin translated into English, BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN AND SO MUCH FUN!! Harry and Kim met as children, grow up together as best friends, alternate universe where they do not become cops. I read and reread this fic bc I couldn't get it outta my head.

3) "Static over voice" by sosioban, SO SO SO SO FUCKING GOOD I REREAD THIS RECENTLY (March '24) OOOOOO FUCK!! Harry and Kim meet by chance online playing video game. It is silly. There is pining. They do figure it out.

4) "Du bois coffee" by harvestar, modern au where they work at Harry's coffee shop. Of course they fall in love. Of course they inevitably kiss. Cute fluff. Cuno is mentioned, wish there was more of him in this one.

5) "My Dear Elf with the Clipboard" by Sosioban, more fluff!! Set modern day during Christmas. Kim is a pining mess. He wants Hot Santa so badly it's stupid. Hot Santa is ofc Harry.

6) "Your Turn with the Frog" by sosioban, OH GOD ANOYHER ONE BY SOSIOBAN??? YES!!! love this, read it in one day instead of doing schoolwork. Rushed all that work. Don't regret it. So silly and filled to the brim with smut. Alice, Soona, and Ruby are Kim's friends, Kim is gay, Harry is trans, they're fuck buddies who are both teachers, what can wrong? Kim definitely won't catch feelings. Definitely... WILL BE REREADING THIS ONE

7) "All In Due Time" fic series by Oxycontin. Love love love- so sad sad sad. Kim ages in reverse. His days are numbered. He slowly relearns how to live and how to love and what comes next for everyone else has already happened for him. As time goes on he forgets things. He grows younger. Aging in reverse like Merlin. Some good ol Pale fuckery ya know? I love this series. Extremely well written. Tears my heart up. Read it. I promise it does not disappoint with the angst.

8) "Pale Moon" by greatdistractions, is a werewolf Harry fic set post game. Harry doesn't remember being a werewolf, Kim goes to find him when he doesn't go to work and doesn't answer any calls, and finds a wolf in his apartment instead. They go back to Martinaise. Some cute shit happens. Quick, simple, cute read.

And these last two are set post-game and serve more as continuations than AUs but they're still So Fuckin Good:

9) "birds of a feather flock together" fic series by Thegrimreaperisanerd. OH OH OHOHOHIHHHHHH!!!! I love this series, the second fic is currently in progress and is getting so so so so good!! Taking place post canon, the first fic (Imprinting) is a casefic with Harry and Jean and Harry is so desperate for his new bestie (Kim) he buys a pink phone second hand and does some very illegal very questionable things. DUCKLINGS THAT DROWN is the sequel exploring more of their (Harry and Kim) relationship and their relationships with the 41st. The author is incredibly sweet, highly recommend yall to read and leave em a kudos/comment trust me they'll notice.

10) "Birdcage-verse" fic series by Sarielle, phenomenal writing, excellent execution of a case fic- ADOPTED CUNO ALERT!!! SEAMLESS ORIGINAL CHARACTERS!!! There is so much world building that has gone into this series. I cannot recommend this series in particular enough. Really it has it all.

Wow, genuinely thank you anon, I wasn't expecting such a detailed response! I've read some of these already (incredible tho so i should reread) but I will absolutely check out the others!

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Okok, putting my thoughts here real quick so we have SOME form of legibility on the time line. Everything here is canon, if stated otherwise, ignore that

Streamer Enid au info:

Wenclair are 23-25 smth and they married at 18 right out Nevermore.

Enid or known as Endespair streams horror games to get over her queasiness over gore faster. She's known for being a simp for Wednesday Addams, proudly proclaiming that she is her wife. No one believes her and think she's a stan

She also has some experience being a stunt double and occasional minor actor known by word of mouth as Sin Addams.

Wednesday Addams is an author, director, actor, executive director-basically she's a badass idk what to tell you. Essentially, she's been traveling all over the place and working since she hit 19.

Bc of this, wenclair have been in a ldr bc the have been way too dependent on each other for so long and enid wanted to make sure they could grow as people first before going together.

She also is coming home to Enid the moment she finished writing her final book for a decade or so 'Lycoan Curse' bc she's finally done with projecting/processing all her trauma onto her books.

Wednesday Addams has written a total of six books. First five are known as the Viper series with Viper de la muerte being the Mc and told in first person.

First three is abt Wednesday's life pre Nevermore and the other 3 is the remaining 3 years in Nevermore.

Viper: Hyden truths is literally abt what happened with Tyler in season 1 but glossing over the love triangle. It introduces new characters, like the stunted werewolf roommate Helios

(Enid insisted in the pun in the title.. Also fun fact, if u just say the hel part of helios, it almost sounds like the command 'heel')

Viper: Snake in the grass is abt the stalker teased in the end of Hyden truths. More of Helios' werewolfness/instincts are shown and they grow closer. Viper learns to be more open and Helios showcases more of her culture to Viper. The stalker has made the two more sneakier, making sure to keep close and going through multiple pranks where the two nearly get severely harmed.

(it was around here that people started shipping imperial gold, not really expecting the underlying tension of two roommates taking care of each other's injuries and the intimacy of such actions)

Lunar Ecplise: Lycoan Curse is the first book that skipped the single POV streak Wednesday had. This time, it features a new perspective Helios' and it became a hit. This one was a rather girthy asf book, considering that it was written as either a standalone or a continuation of the Viper series.

It's also the movie/show? Idk tbh, it's still being decided. Its the book being adapted to a film/show that Enid and Wednesday star in.

Nevermore is known as Eden in the book. Despite it's rather heavenly name, it still looks edgy like Nevermore. it's more of an eden for outcasts yknow

Anyways that's it for now, ty for listening

[alasse-earfalas]

The Chain as a Werewolf Pack

* Specifically, as a Mercy Thompson werewolf pack. Italics are the colors of their wolf forms.

Disclaimer: I’ve taken some creative liberties here with the Mercy Thompson universe because A) I don’t know if male omegas are even a thing, and B) I’m pretty sure there’s no way, normally, for an omega wolf to also be dominant enough to be an alpha. I’m using the Hero’s Spirit to hand-wave this. The Links are essentially hero walkers in the same way that Mercy is a coyote walker. They can, at will, “step into” their Hero selves, or call upon the Hero's Spirit, transforming from ordinary Hylians into protective forces of nature powerful enough to take down gods. Just like Mercy, magic affects this band of heroes differently. As powerful as an alpha werewolf's instinct is to protect his pack, a hero walker's instinct (and capacity) to protect everyone is even stronger. Like, it's not even close. This is why dominance is such a huge issue for the new pack of werewolf Links: they all have an unflinching drive to protect that is more potent than any alpha's. This means that their wolves would fight viciously over who gets the responsibility to protect the rest of their pack.

Alpha: Sky. White & light sable. He’s not happy about being in charge (he’s not the leader type, after all), but his protective instincts are the strongest in the Chain, so the role and responsibility and magic of alpha go to him. His wolf instinctively knows that he’s the progenitor of the Hero’s Spirit, too, so it views the other Links as his “pups”. Sky is keenly aware that he’s leading a group of what would otherwise be alphas of their own packs; that combined with his own discomfort with his rank leads to him delegating often. 

Second: Twilight. Black & white; more rough & “natural” versions of the markings he had in his game. Just as dominant as Sky’s wolf; would’ve either killed him or been killed by him in their dominance fight, had Wild not stepped in. Can transform faster than the other Links (but not as fast as Charles). Constantly watches for weakness in Sky; partly to see where he can help out, but also because his wolf is raring for a rematch. 

Third: Warriors. Matte silver with slightly darker points & two white dorsal stripes. Surprised and more than a bit ticked that he’s not alpha, especially since he’s lead armies before. Readily steps up to any leadership task Sky gives him, and executes those tasks with military honor and precision. His wolf very often takes it upon himself to keep the other Links in line.

Ruley: Clay brown, with a black half-mask & dorsal stripe. Everyone is shocked by this. They all expected him to place lower, but the guy’s prophesied to be king of Hyrule someday, and he’s tougher in a fight than he looks (especially since his wolf still has access to his magic). His wolf challenges Warriors at nearly every turn, much to Ruley’s own frustration. 

Four: Red merle. Everyone’s stunned by this, too, except Four himself. His wolf likes to poke at Ruley’s to test for a challenge, but he backs off as soon as he’s reminded why ‘Rule ranks higher. He can’t divide as a wolf, but he can shrink. 

Time: Golden. He is furious about his place in the pack order. His wolf constantly starts dominance fights with anyone above him until he learns to control it better, which is difficult for him. His fury and protectiveness stem from fear of losing them rather than confidence that he can protect them, which is why he ranks so low. 

Legend: Red tri-color. He’s not happy about his rank but he deals. Could be more dominant if he cared, but his dark world form is a bunny for a reason. The pack running smoothly is more important to him than complaining about where he sits. His wolf will often try to ease tension and prevent serious fights by poking whoever’s snarling at each other to divert their attention to him instead. 

Wind: Scruffy juvenile, normal timber wolf colors. Mad as hell. His youth is the only reason he ranks so low and he makes sure everyone knows it (even though they already do). Has probably the worst temper out of all of them until things settle and he learns better control. Sometimes a more dominant wolf will cave to him the way a wild wolf would cave to a pup. 

Omega: Wild. Dark sable. Like the other Links, on his own, Wild’s wolf is dominant enough to be alpha of any pack. But because he was changed alongside the other Links, and because their existing bond and connection via the Hero’s Spirit caused the werewolf magic to forge them into a pack immediately upon changing, Wild’s wolf instead becomes a rare omega. The others are very surprised when Wild’s wolf stays out of the dominance fighting, and even more surprised when he’s not compelled by Sky’s orders the way the rest of them are. Wild’s wolf is incredibly docile with the other Links and nobly offers himself as a way for his brothers to unload their emotional burdens. He is as adamant in this role as Wild was to staying by Zelda’s side before the calamity. Wild himself doesn’t really know what to make of his unique role and pack magic. He's glad to be out of the pack hierarchy, sure, but he's never really seen himself as a support or a healer (even though he cooks for everyone). It makes him think of Mipha.

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Idk if this is going to develop into a full fic or not. I'm not very far into the Mercy Thompson series, so I'm bound to get lore wrong if I do end up writing more than this. I'd love to explore the Chain's infighting, though, and at least a confrontation with Adam's pack (& maybe even Bran). But we'll see what happens.