#which i accidentally set to hard mode

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iOS18 when I fucking get you—

[underthetree845]

chuuya taking his hat off to hide when he kisses his partner 🤭

Hello saturn lovely! Sorry this took me so long to finish TwT I love the prompt, but as you know writer's block hit me kinda hard the second semester of school so over the summer I've been trying to get back into the swing of posting once in a while!

Hope you enjoy <3 thank you for the request! _

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

Nakahara Chuuya/Reader (oneshot request)

cws: fem! reader, established relationship, bungou stray dogs s5 spoilers, meursault arc spoilers, fluff, hurt/comfort kinda? there was a little hurt, reuniting, airport reunion, ada dazai, reader cries about 2.5k words summary: Chuuya disappeared on a business trip for three whole days with no explanation- and no one would tell you why. Now he's returned to japan and back in your arms. a/n: This is my last fic for the summer before school starts aaa qwq I'm glad I was able to finish it before the semester starts though! *sigh* am I really incapable of writing something like this without accidentally creating so much plot? Anyways, hope you enjoy! <3 divider credit: (x) (x) ‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹ Chuuya had never considered himself to be a very possessive man; or a possessive boyfriend, for that matter. Protective, sure, but how could anyone expect him not to be? He understood, probably better than most, the risks that came with even so much as associating with a person in his position. It made Chuuya’s stomach churn unpleasantly to even imagine putting you in any sort of danger, so he used his position (along with the power and assets that came with it) to take certain preventative measures. The penthouse you shared was equipped with state of the art security, a technological system truly fit for an executive of the Port Mafia. Additionally, in case you ever needed to travel long distances without him, Chuuya often kept a trusted chauffeur on call. This individual also happened to be a professionally trained underground bodyguard of his personal selection. Even so, Chuuya knew you had a good head on your shoulders. He trusted that you would try to keep yourself out of trouble, or call for him at the first sign of it. It didn’t matter if he was on the road, halfway through a private meeting, or in the middle of pummeling down an enemy organization. Chuuya had always been a man with his priorities set straight. Not even Mori’s notifications were set to come through on silent mode. Coming home to you at the end of the day, allowing you to soothe away the crease between his brows, your voice uttering sweet nothings against the shell of his ear. You had become his lifeline, irreversibly carved your name into every cell of his body. He’d do anything to erase your pain, and it was making his heart break more than anything to know that he was the cause of the salty tears now streaming over your lash line. Chuuya did his best to hold back an ‘oof’ when you threw your frame into his own, burying your sobs in the crook of his neck. He was immediately overwhelmed with the scent of your perfume, the familiar feeling of your body against his own, the softness of the sweater you wore, and the glimmer that never seemed to escape your eyes. The red colored contacts from earlier had given Chuuya one hell of a headache, which only added to the pressure from taking off and being stuck in one of the mafia’s smallest private jets with the most insufferable jackass he’d ever met and some hair dye obsessed casino manager passed out on one of the couches. Chuuya’s gloved fingers almost trembled as they gripped the fabric of your shirt. He lifted a hand to cradle the back of your head while the other remained planted firmly on your lower back.

Sakaguchi Ango, if Chuuya remembered correctly, stood a few yards away. He simply observed the situation from afar, as if he dared not insert himself into the scene. A government agent whom Dazai used to maintain his connection with the outside world. Ango stood with one hand folded neatly over the other behind his back, the faint ghost of a smile residing behind his glasses as he watched Dazai reunite with his fellow agency members. The brunette walked on a crutch, but the uncharacteristically tired look in his eyes brightened ever so slightly when he was swarmed by his coworkers. Chuuya continued to hold you close, patiently waiting for your sobs to die down enough for you to be able to speak coherently. He loosened his grip slightly, removing one of his leather gloves behind your back and bringing that same hand up to cup your face. A whisper of your name left his lips, and your teary eyes finally refocused to meet the warmth of his own. “Chuuya… how could you just leave?” your voice cracked; he could see the hurt in your eyes. Guilt crept into his chest, eyebrows knitting together as you subconsciously leaned into his palm. This was exactly the sort of thing Chuuya promised himself he’d never do. You were the absolute number one priority in his life. There was no doubt in his mind; he didn’t want there to be any doubt in yours either. “I know, Doll, ‘m sorry, it was never my intention…” he muttered, allowing you to rest your hands on his chest. “I know that’s a shit excuse, but I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” A beat of silence passed, the indistinct chatter of the agency fell on deaf ears as you zoned in on the man in front of you. His breath, the way his eyes searched your expression, how you could once again feel the warmth of his skin against your own. “You’re not hurt, are you?” your voice was pricked with concern, hands gentle as you cupped his jaw and turned his head from side to side. Chuuya let out a breath, fondness flickering in his irises at your concern. “Barely a scratch,” he murmured, and you seemed to accept his answer. “Chuuya,” you started, and his gaze locked onto yours. He voiced your name in response. “I need you to promise me something, please?” “Anything.” 

You bit your lip. Your mind told you it was a selfish request. You understood, probably better than most, how unpredictable your boyfriend’s line of work could be. But you had accepted it as an adequate price to pay for his love when the two of you started seeing each other, even more so when you moved in together. He was yours, you believed it with every fiber of your being. Chuuya had told enough stories of his old work partner for you to gather that the two had never exactly been the chummiest of pals. So the fact that they cooperated for this mission must’ve meant that it couldn’t have been a minor dilemma. You understood why Chuuya made the decision he did, and that it was probably just as difficult on him. Albeit, that didn’t make your feelings any less real. Your heart reminded you of the unconditional love and comfort that Chuuya always offered you. You knew he’d never intentionally hurt your feelings, especially not without talking it out and making up for it in some way afterward. “Doll…?” he barely breathed, giving you all the space you needed to voice what was on your mind. You took a deep breath. “Don’t… please don’t scare me like that again,” your voice wavered as you spoke, “Everything on the news is scary. And every time I watch it all I can think about is the fact that you’re out there.” You took a moment to glance at the group of Armed Detective Agency members on the airport runway to your left. One of the so-called terrorists you heard about on the news stood amongst the group about ten feet away from where you watched. The world was confusing, and scary, but there was a certain security in your heart that told you as long as you had Chuuya by your side, everything would be okay. “First you’re leaving before sunrise and staying out late on special missions, and I get it, I really do…” you felt a lump beginning to form in your throat, threatening to make you choke over your words, “but then you just leave on a business trip to Europe without so much as a ‘goodbye, I’ll be home soon’? And I have to find out from a call from your boss? I didn’t- I still don’t understand what’s happening. Do you know how scared I was? That I might not ever see you again?” Chuuya’s thumb swiped away the teardrop that ran down your cheek, his eyes trailing over your expression. “You’re right, it’s not fair… I don’t think I could ever apologize enough,” he began, his hold on you tightening slightly, “All that I can ask is for you to understand. I can explain everything to you when we get home. And I promise, I’ll do my best to not leave you in the dark so suddenly. It was an urgent mission, but it must have been scary. You’ll never have to feel like that again, not if I can help it.” Chuuya’s face softened, the corners of your lips curving up slightly at his sincerity as he cupped your cheek. “Shit… you deserve so much better.” You stood there for a moment, just breathing. Soaking in each other’s presence as your heartbeat gradually fell back to its usual pace.

“My my, Slug, is this the lovely lady you were so eager to get back to?” a voice chimed from your left, and you turned your head to face the man at the same time Chuuya snapped his head in that direction. Your boyfriend clicked his teeth, pressing your body closer to his own. “What’s it to you, huh, Dazai?” Chuuya was clearly trying to suppress his irritation. He was doing especially well, considering the fact that he had been holed up next to Dazai on an airplane for the past fourteen hours. “I’m just trying to acquaint myself,” the man went on, a grin playing on his lips despite Chuuya’s glare, “As a responsible owner, I should at least make sure my dog is in good hands.” You tilted your head slightly, and Chuuya sucked in a breath. “You’re treading on some pretty thin ice, Mackerel,” he growled through gritted teeth, “Watch what you say around my girl.” The taller man only took a step forward, his eyes glittering in amusement, a sharp contrast to the hollowed out, almost dead look he carried earlier. “Oh? Holding back your more vulgar language around the lady?” Dazai hummed with mild intrigue, “Perhaps my dog is being well taken care of.” You simply stood and watched with intrigue, the interaction clearly more complex than distinguishable at first glance. Despite their constant verbal jabs and ostentatious insults toward each other, there was a sense of familiarity between the two that was almost palpable to you. They bounced off each other, knowing exactly which buttons to press and which ones to avoid. It was probably a welcome change of tone in contrast to what they had just been through. Your gaze flickered between the two once more, and you couldn’t help but notice how the tension in Chuuya’s shoulders had been released. “Dazai-san?” your voice was level, and both of the men fell silent to give you their attention. You looked at your beloved, then to his ex-partner, then Chuuya, then Dazai again. Mirth swam in your eyes. “I want to thank you for making sure Chuuya was able to return home safely today. Truly, I cannot thank you enough.” You gave a slight bow of your head, and Chuuya looked like he wanted to protest. For once, Dazai didn’t immediately produce a response; he fell silent at your sentiment. This time, a gentler smile curved onto his lips. “Please spare me, Miss,” Dazai began, “Truth be told, I don’t believe I could have made it out without Chuuya’s help either.” The redhead raised his eyebrows. "I'm passing him into your capable hands now. I trust you’ll take good care of him?” Dazai seemed satisfied with the chuckle that slipped from your throat. “You have nothing to worry about,” you replied, “And I trust that your detective agency will treat you well?” “They always have.” Chuuya let out a breath, sharing a look with his partner before turning to face a black passenger vehicle that had pulled up a short distance away. Tinted windows that prevented anyone outside from peeking in; glass, body, and tires that were all bulletproof. It was one of the mafia’s. 

“C’mon Dollface, we should get going. Don’t wanna be here when the press shows up, and the boss is probably dying for me to give him a call,” Chuuya nodded his head in the direction of the car; you brought your hand up to give a small wave to Dazai and the handful of agency members further away who glanced in your direction. You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in, allowing your head to rest on Chuuya’s shoulder as you made your way to the car. You felt like you could finally breathe properly again. The door unlocked with a quiet click. Chuuya swung open the door of the vehicle with his non gloved hand and stepped aside to allow you to enter first. “...Chuu?” you started quietly, taking a step closer to where he stood. “Hm?” he raised an eyebrow. You placed your hands loosely on the back of his neck, fingers intertwined; Chuuya responded by resting his hands on your hips, listening intently.  You could have held more of a grudge. He disappeared overnight without a word, and no one would tell you why. You’d been on edge for three days straight. Hardly even sleeping through the night as you kept up with the news almost obsessively, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. To be able to hold Chuuya close again so easily felt almost surreal. A soft smile creeped into your expression, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you tilted your head to the side. Chuuya’s breath stilled. “I’m just…” you paused for a moment, your voice pouring with sincerity, “I’m really glad you’re back, and that you’re safe.” Chuuya paused for another moment, studying you carefully as an equally tender look came to his face. He glanced to the side for a moment, and let out a disgruntled huff upon discovering that Dazai’s head was still tilted in your direction; he kept a curious eye on the situation from several meters away. Your boyfriend pursed his lips for a moment before snaking one of his hands further around your waist. He plucked his pork pie hat off the crown of his head, and before you had the chance to realize what was going on, you were already being gracefully tilted backwards, forcing your hands to grip onto the lapel of Chuuya’s jacket for support. Everything seemed to still the moment he slotted his lips into yours, holding his hat up to act as a shield from certain prying eyes. You didn’t hesitate to pull him in closer, your lashes fluttering shut as you savored what you felt like you had been missing for an eternity. Chuuya’s eyes were shut in concentration, his heart thrumming with delight at the familiar sensation of your lips molded against his own. Chuuya didn’t pull away until you were both light-headed from the lack of air. Cheeks flooded with warmth, looking at each other as if you were the only two people in the entire world. “I missed you so fucking much, you know that?” Chuuya’s voice was low as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. The two of you stood straight, lingering in each other’s embrace for a moment longer. Chuuya lightly tossed his hat inside the car and once more gestured with his arm out for you to enter first. The satisfied smile on his lips morphed into one of slight perplexion when you didn’t show a reaction, raising your fingertips to brush over your lips. “Chuuya?” you questioned, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He replied with your name, all the more puzzled when you let out an incredulous chuckle. “Since when are your teeth so sharp?” 

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹ a/n: Thank you so much for reading! Have a day/night/morning/evening as lovely as yourself. tagging: @judasgot-it (I noticed that I wrote down that I agreed to tag you for chuuya fics but I can't seem to remember why?? TwT please tell me if this is incorrect! Thank you <3)

[phightingheadcanons]

That anon who rambled about phinishers (aka me >:3) is back at it again! Mostly because someone reblogged my first post asking who’s a Focus and who’s a Release. Well, here’s what I think!

Sword: Focus. Fun fact: in the brief moment he’s airborne, Sword transfers all of that built-up energy into his blade, causing the explosion 👍 

Skateboard: Release. For as long as he’s fully charged, his senses are cranked up to 11. He uses this to plan out where he wants to race off to.

Biograft: Phinishers don’t exactly work when you don’t naturally feel strong emotions. Or emotions at all. Subspace added in the overdrive mode as a substitute. It probably works on a timer.

Katana: Focus. Similarly to Sword, he also channels his energy into his gear.

Ban Hammer: He’s technically a Focus…but by the gods does he want to use it on any opponent he sees, regardless of their health. Sometimes he’ll get inpatient and just use it, even if it means wasting his ult. (Couldn’t be me-)

Rocket: Release. He gets a lot more giddy and excited when fully charged.

Slingshot: Focus. His eyesight improves like mad when fully charged. So much so, that the effect lingers until his phinisher is complete.

Hyperlaser: Focus. Many phighters power up their gears with their energy, and Hyper is no exception. Some speculate that he actually steals the energy of the demons he takes out with his ult, allowing him to do it again. Meanwhile Hyperlaser has no idea why that happens 🤷‍♂️ 

Shuriken is a weird case. To start his phinisher, he has to focus. But when his concentration falters, the giant shurikens get launched. He normally does this on purpose, but he’ll accidentally toss them all willy-nilly if he gets distracted.

Scythe: Release. Tis’ hard to ignore the thrill of the hunt, but she’s learnt how to manage it for the most part. Scythe also had to teach herself how to channel that energy into her ranged phinisher, which doesn’t come as naturally to her.

Medkit: Focus. For whatever reason, his ult in particular takes a lot more focus to properly perform. It’s astounding how good his concentration is.

Boombox: Focus. But as he gains more and more charges, a feeling of anticipation sets in, with it culminating in his (literal) beat drop. Sort of a mix between the two.

Subspace: Release. And extremely impulsive, like Ban Hammer. A deadly combination.

Vine Staff: Focus. Oddly enough, the lotus will persist even if her concentration is broken. She just has to unleash it first.

Coil: He’s 100% a Release phinisher. When fully charged, he has the urge to go phucking feral.

In total, that’s 9 Focus, and 5 Release phinishers. Yap sesh complete!

— 🍃 anon

Scythe needing to put active mental effort and concentration into not murdering people with her phinisher is really funny to me <3 LIVE YOUR TRUEST LIFE SCYTHE!!!!!!!!!!!!

[normanreedusdaryl]

Losing it.

Rick Grimes x Daryl Dixon x Female!OFC

18+

Age gap (reader is 19 Daryl/Rick are late 40's), Slightly pervy, masturbation (F/M), CNC, some fluff, mentions of piss, cunnilingus, sex +more, so please read with caution

Synopsis: After Negan destroys Alexandria, you, Rick and Daryl find a secluded cabin where feelings start to brew…

CHAPTER 3: The Happening.

This is in Daryl's POV

Note this is my first fic series, so please be kind, tips are definitely appreciated. This will be the last chapter, not sure I really like where it's going it just feels too rushed.

NOT PROOF READ!

You tried getting to sleep, but you couldn't. Your mind racing from everything that just happened. You're now lying on the edge of the bed with the covers off. It's hot in the cabin, especially when you're sleeping next to two other people, so after thinking long and hard, you lift your tank over your head, it gets stuck midway, sticking to the sweat on your chest. You lay back down, wondering if it was a stupid thing to do. You didn't want to give her the wrong idea so you decide to face away from her. You eventually fall asleep. But you're woken up an hour or two later, when you feel her legs on top of yours. You must have turned and faced her in your sleep. Your brain went into panic mode as you quickly moved her leg off yours, sending the blanket flying onto Rick. Luckily it hadn't woken either of them, although now she was exposed. Her soft legs glistened in the moonlight. You couldn't help but look at her shorts riding up her legs, outlining her soft, puffy pussy lips. You couldn't believe what you were doing. You were like a teenage boy, drooling over his highschool crush.

You had only had sex once, it was a girl Merle had set you up with. She was attractive, and you in-experienced. You came before she could even get her tits out, she left in a strop never to be seen again. You were put off sex. Your brother used to bring many women home, sometimes multiple a night. You could often hear him through the walls grunting. You hated it, you hated everything about it. He always got the girls, and you... you were left with just your hands which you rarely used anyways. And here you are, thirty years later still thinking about it, still jealous of your brother.

You feel your body tense up in anger and regret. You had wasted those precious years of your life alone and depressed. You huff at your thoughts, trying to distract yourself from the memories of your life before. You can't help but look again, all this anger built up you just need a way to release it. Normally you'd run away or go out hunting but this time was different. You have a feeling, a feeling in your pants, the feeling of your soft cock slowly growing, resisting against your underwear. Your rock hard dick bulging out your trousers with no blanket to cover it. You move to the edge of the bed, making sure you don't accidentally wake her up. You cup your hands around your cock and balls, trying to hide your erection. It's painful, you can feel the zipper pushing against your tip, with your cock twitching every now and then. You shut your eyes trying to distract your thoughts but all you can think about is her pussy. You can't take the feeling anymore. So you quietly get up, put a jacket on and go outside. You walk for a bit, passing the tree that was previously squirted on until you find one big enough to cover you. You unzip your trousers, pulling them to your knees. You rub your bulging penis through your underwear, a wet patch forming at the tip. You pull them down and your penis flings out. Your cut cock leaking precum which you rub around your tip. You spit onto your dick, as you wrap your fingers round and start to jerk. Your average length, thick veiny dick thrusts in and out your hand as you shut your eyes. You think of her, her pussy, her rubbing her sticky fingers over your belly button, just like Rick had told you she had done. You let out a low moan imagining her warm lips around your hairy cock. It didn't take long until you felt your dick pulsating, shooting loads of warm cum on the side of the tree. You pull your pants back up, wipe your tip on your underwear and make your way back quietly, eventually falling back asleep.

You wake up to the sun beaming in your eyes. Ricks already up, it's just you two in bed. You move onto your side, facing her when you feel something sticky in your pants. It hits you, you didn't really go out last night, you had a wet dream. You looked down at your trousers, there it was... a large load of cum, leaking out of your pants, even leaking onto the bed. You didn't know what to do, you felt confused. She was only 19, she isn't even half as old as you are. But you didn't feel guilty, which made you feel guilty. She was the one who wanted you, the one who went behind a tree every morning and fingered herself to the thought of Rick and you. You felt defeated, you felt like Merle. If that was him she was touching, she'd be pregnant by now. Merle wouldn't care if it was morally right or not. You hated it, you had become a b-tech version of him. Too much of a pussy to fuck her. You decide to get out of bed, leaving her to alone, tangled in the sheets.

She doesn't get up for a few hours, you wait patiently, not letting the cabin go out of sight. Just after collecting some firewood you see her sitting on the steps of the cabin. You al'right? You ask, nervous for her answer. You have a good sleep? She smiles. A great one thanks, you? You froze, something in her eyes told you that she knew. Alright. You reply as you walk off quickly, you didn't want to seem too involved or she'd know something was up. You sat by the stream, cupping your hands to your face. The cold water running down the bridge of your nose, reaching your neck. The cum stain which was once wet has now dried solid, so solid it created a ripple in your jeans. You couldn't help but think about the dream, her soft pussy on display for you, shooting loads on cum onto the tree. You're a perv Daryl. You say to yourself as you lay flat on your back, the sun hitting your already rosey cheeks.

A while back you had found a bottle of expensive whiskey and decided to take it. You never thought you'd be drinking, just to gain enough confidence to speak to her. You really were a horny teenage boy. Taking the alcohol you found, and sneaking behind a tree to drink it. Almost like you were hiding from your parents, not wanted to get caught. Taking 4...5...6 big gulps, you felt a warm sensation tingle the back of your throat. You could feel it kicking in.

By the time you waked back to the cabin it was dark, easy to blame your stumbles on the fact you can't see. Walking into the cabin your eyes are met with her, wrapped in an old blanket shivering. You cold?... Yeah, freezing. You get an idea. Your drunk, stupid mind pulls out the now half empty bottle of whiskey from your bag. Here, take a swig of this. It'll warm you up good... But this is alcohol? I'm not of age... When have you ever cared about rules. You brush your thumb on her cheek, before she leans back taking a few large sips. She coughs at the burning sensation. That's discusting. You both laugh. It gets better the more ya drink, sweetheart. You see her eyes flutter at the fact you just called her sweetheart. daryl, I feel funny. Smirking at the comment she just made. You're drunk baby, you're drunk. She giggles before taking another few gulps, wiping her mouth with her hands. Should we save some for Rick?... I think maybe this should be our little secret. 

You're pissed drunk, not even thinking of the words coming out of your mouth. Quickly putting the bottle back in the bag, you get into bed and wait for Rick to enter. It's not long before he does, taking his shoes off and climbing into the bed, sandwiching her between you both. Its complete pitch black, complete silence. You move your body towards her, your legs touching hers. Heart pounding you grab her waist, bringing it closer to yours. If she wasn't awake before, she sure was now, Your bulging cock, prodding at her belly. Mhhh. She lightly moans as you push her further into your chest. Your rough hands moving around her waist before finally reaching her ass. Slipping your hand into her boxers. Her skin was soft, supple and hairless. You had never felt anything like it. Gliding your hands in between her cheeks, you spread them open, lightly tapping your fingers on the start of her pussy. You kiss her head as she grinds against your fingers, pushing them deeper into her wet, filthy folds. She was so wet you could hear it, hear her tiny pussy squelching against the force of your fingers inside her. Fuck me Daryl, please, do whatever you want to me. You couldn't belive it, she wanted you just as much as you wanted her. Rick will hear. You respond as she engulfs your finger into her pussy. Your fingertips feeling her warm, virgin walls. I'll be quiet, i promise. You slowly push her boxers down, taking them off completly, before she does the same to you, freeing your hard cock from the confinements of your jeans. You felt the tip hit her pussy as it came out, forcing you to grunt. You flip her over, making her face Rick. While kissing your ears, you aline your cock with her slit, moving it up and down. You could feel her juices leaking down the base of your cock. This was the moment, it was about to happen. You slowly pushed your cock into her pussy, until you could feel your balls touch her ass. You thrusted in and out slowly, making sure not to shake the bed too much. You tried being silent but the sound of her slick lubing your dick filled the room. You didn't care, you couldn't care, your thoughts were clouded by horniness. You went faster, as her breathing got heavier. Yeah good girl, take my big dick, take Daryl's dirty dick. You didn't even bother whispering, a part of you wanted Rick to wake up, Rick watching you cum in her pussy. It turned you on. You closed your eyes before planting your face into her neck, her clenching her walls tighter around your pulsing cock. Your thoughts are ruined by the sound of Rick waking. Looking up you see his mouth wide open in shock. You slow down your strokes, though not stopping completly. Daryl... What are you doing?... I can't help it Rick, she's being such a good girl. You take the covers off you both, reavealing your cock, thusting in and out her pussy. Daryl... this isn't right-... What? she wanted it Rick, she's the one who fingered herself, imagining us fucking her. Cmon man, join in. Ricks face is confused, but his body isn't. He's rockhard and your staring right at it. He places his hand onto her pussy, and slides them in. His fingers meeting your shaft inside. She screams. Rick, i can't last much longer, you're gonna neet to help me out. Rick complies, removing his jeans off. His dick springing out. You pump harder, and faster until eventually you cum inside her, Your cock shooting a warm load of sperm inside her pussy. Rick shoves his dick in after you, using your cum as lube. You watch Ricks ass thrust as he fills her pussy. Fuck baby, your gonna make me... uh.... uh...UH. Rick cums, shooting a second load into your pussy. He pulls it out, as you and Rick watch your cum bubble out her pussy.

[fox-guardian]

i’m very curious to hear about the zombie apocalypse au! are any of the tulpar crew turned into zombies?

OH BUDDY ARE THEY

Okay so to set the scene:

We are somewhere midwest-USA-ish. Jimmy and Curly are long haul truckers for pony express, traversing the apocalypse one such truck. Daisuke and swansea (mechanic and intern still, but at swansea's shop) meet anya (still a stubborn would-be med student) when they get into a car accident. daisuke falls asleep at the wheel because he took over driving for swansea and then didn't wanna wake him up for his turn, and they run into anya's parked broken down car. She's fine, they're not, and she tries to help them but doesn't have enough medical supplies for their injuries until jimmy and curly show up with their giant truck full of goodies. Then BOOM team formed.

The zombie infection I haven't quite gotten all the kinks worked out yet, but it's the mouthwash. It started from tainted mouthwash and other dragonbreath products, but the mouthwash was the big one, and people don't know much about the infection so it's hard to deal with. At the point our story begins, it's only just revealed that it's because of mouthwash, so it's easy for Certain Members Of The Gang to miss.

So (and this might change) at Jimmy's (joking, he knows) suggestion, curly (he doesn't know) uses some mouthwash normal style, not realizing the fate he has just given himself, and gets infected. Luckily however, he's Resistant to the infection, which buys them some time before he goes full zombie mode and starts attacking people (they think). This does not keep him from suffering Symptoms tho.

Anya keeps an eye on him as he develops and the short version is that the mouthwash is too powerful and starts Eating Through His Interal Organs. He didn't ingest hardly any mouthwash, he just used it normally, but it's like. Multiplying in him. The batch is bad it's real bad. It's like half alive. It slowly eats through his throat, his stomach lining, his teeth fall out, he has the WORST shits imaginable. A lot of the early days are just curly in the far corner of the truck's trailer going "my tummy hurts" before he loses the ability to speak due to his throat being as fucked as it is.

The gang, uncertain as to how it spreads exactly, give curly space while they search for a cure. Swansea and daisuke stay at the opposite end of the trailer from curly and anya, anya wears gloves and a mask when tending to him, and they keep him masked up all the time unless he's being fed or his mouth is being examined. Current working theory is that it's passed via body fluids making contact with the inside of your body (accidentally getting blood in your mouth, contact with open wounds, etc) so the mask helps a bit, and curly has no external wounds either so that helps! But better safe than sorry.

In the meantime, jimmy is the sole driver of the truck, occasionally joined in the cabin by swansea or daisuke, as anya has to stay back and tend to curly. They talk through the cabin to the trailer via walkie talkies.

I don't have time to go into details on the rest of the gang's fates rn but if anyone asks I will Gladly answer later!

And yes there's art I just gotta post it

[in1-nutshell]

Could I humbly request some more of Sunstreaker and his brand new 5-year old Buddy?

I hope you are having a wonderful day!

Made it into a Slice of Life

Hope you enjoy!

Sunstreaker and Buddy the toddler: Slice of Life

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Slight Angst, Human reader

IDW

It wasn’t their first choice, but after a vote, the bots had decided to spend the day at the beach.

It was either that or another hike and they weren’t eager to repeat what happened last time.

The bots are walking up the mountain. Sideswipe: “I thought this was supposed to be relaxing? This isn’t what I thought when you guys said relaxation.” Prowl: “It was in one of the human brochures.” Ironhide: “Quit ‘er whining. We’re almost there.” Sunstreaker is walking in the back with Buddy walking behind him. Sunstreaker: “Buddy we need to move faster.” Buddy is panting but nods. Sunstreaker: “We’ll get there faster if you let me carry you.” Buddy waves their hand: “I got it!” Buddy steps on a loose rock, falls on their face and starts tumbling backward. Sunstreaker: “Buddy!” Sunstreaker trip over a root and starts tumbling down behind Buddy. Ironhide: “Kid!” Sideswipe already swan diving down the mountain: “Don’t worry Buddy Uncle Sideswipe will get you!” A banged up Sunstreaker and Sideswipe limp back to base with Buddy in Prowl’s servos sniffling from the scratches they got. Ratchet: “… Do I even want to know?” Sunstreaker: “Well—” Ratchet: “No, not yet. Prowl hand Buddy over here.”

The beach sounded a bit safer.

Ratchet and Wheeljack made sure that everyone was well rehearsed in washing before and after coming out of the ocean.

Sunstreaker wasn’t a big fan of the beach, mainly because of the sand, but he was willing to toleratre it for one day.

For Buddy.

The toddler barely got out of the Arc except if it they had to go to school or visits from Verity.

From the parenting books for humans he read, getting outside was important for young humans.

A day at the beach was just what Buddy needed.

Buddy hops out of Sunstreaker’s alt mode and wigglings their toes into the warm sand. Buddy: “Let’s go!” Buddy is about to dash into the beach when Sunstreaker picks them up from their bathing suit and puts them on his servo. Sunstreaker: “Buddy, we talked about the sunblock and the… the… Sideswipe what are the thingy’s called again?” Sideswipe shrugs. Buddy: “Water wings!” Sunstreaker: “Yeah, that. Now let’s get you ready.” Later… Buddy: “Are you sure that it’s supposed to be like this Sunny?” Sunstreaker: “Positive.” Buddy: “Okay!” Buddy waddles onto the beach with a pair of water wings on their arms and another pair on their legs.

Sideswipe was excited to go in the water with Buddy.

It’s made clear to everyone that Buddy was NOT to go in the water without supervision.

If keeping track of them in the Arc was hard, then the vast beach and ocean was harder.

Especially since they still couldn’t swim.

Not like many of the bots could either, but they didn’t need oxygen.

A lot of bots went out to do their own things, whether wadding in the water, collecting seashells, or watching things go around in the beach.

Then there was the small group that played around with Buddy.

It was comical seeing these giant bots attempting to play volleyball with Buddy who was waddling around with two sets of water wings.

There was a mild panic when someone accidentally got sand in their eyes, and they began crying.

So many bots thought Buddy was getting murdered.

Ratchet washes Buddy’s face clean from sand with some water bottles.

Thank goodness Verity warned him about this.

 Sunstreaker put Buddy sunglasses… which they promptly dropped when they started feeling uncomfortable.

Sunstreaker: “C’mon Buddy. Put them back on.” Sunstreaker picks up the glasses and puts them in Buddy’s hands. Buddy pouts and throws them back down. Buddy: “Don’t wanna!” Sunstreaker groans. Sunstreaker: “Buddy. Put them on, now.” Buddy’s face starts turning red. Buddy: “No!” Jazz walks over. Jazz: “What’s the problem?” Sunstreaker: “Buddy doesn’t want to put on their glasses.” Jazz kneels at a pouting Buddy. Jazz: “Is that true?” Buddy nods furiously. Jazz: “Well… I gotta visor on. Its kinda like those glasses. Its better for your optics—I mean eyes, if you wear them.” Buddy pauses for a couple of seconds before grabbing the glasses, blowing the sand off and putting them on. Buddy: “Just like Jazz!” Jazz laughs and pats their head. Sunstreaker facepalms in the background.

Some of the bots managed to convince Optimus and Ratchet to get something sweet for Buddy.

They agreed.

Mainly because Buddy was sweating up a storm and looked flush.

Sunstreaker tried his best in teaching Buddy that the ice cream was to consume and not to wear on their face.

Buddy promptly sat down on a big inflatable flamingo and continued to eat their ice cream.

With Buddy preoccupied Some of the other bots could actually have a break.

They did not see the tide rising or the flamingo slowly floating out.

Buddy was blissfully unaware after eating their ice cream the rocking of the waves made them sleepy and decided to take a nap.

Optimus: “All right! Everyone clean up, we are heading out.” Ratchet: “You heard Prime! Wash up!” Sunstreaker: “Alright Buddy lets—” The flamingo is nowhere to be seen.” Sideswipe: “Hey Sunny we gotta—Primus… Where’s the flamingo!?” The pair spot the flamingo floating peacefully in the water. Sunstreaker: “Buddy!” The yellow mech runs straight into the water. He doesn’t make it far, realizing he could only go out until most of his chassis was under water. Still far from Buddy. He feels something wrap around his waist and yanks him back. Jazz had grappled him back. Sunstreaker: “Let me go! Buddy’s on the flamingo!” Prowl: “How? That thing wasn’t even close to the water when we came here?” Seaspray: “Probably the tides. Don’t worry I’ll get them.”

Buddy wakes up when they hear yelling and nearly falls off (Sunstreaker nearly fainted in the background) but is happy when they see Seaspray next to them.

They gladly hop onto his alt mode, narrowly missing the edge.

Sunstreaker kicks Sideswipe and runs into the water and makes it about chassis deep when Seaspray comes by.

Buddy makes grabby hands at Sunstreaker.

He happily gets the toddler in his arms.

Buddy sleeps the entire way back.

Sunstreaker is now asking Verity about swimming lessons.

[themortaldraw]

I legit thought in your latest art piece that Twilight forgot which limb was his hand (bc he’s a wolf and paws or whatever) and it was still funny to me.

I need to go to bed—

he accidentally set life to hard mode and doesn't know how to turn it off

[sahmandbean]

Inherited Manor Challenge 2024 - A Sims 4 Gameplay and Build Mode Challenge For Only The Most Ambitious

You come from a long line of Occult Sims. Vampires, Mermaids, Werewolves, Spellcasters; all were welcome in your home (and present in your bloodline). You are, naturally, the rebel of the family and preferred the company of Sims and more modern amenities. After high school you decided to rid yourself of your occult ties and moved away from the family manor. This process reset your skills and you lost a few memories, but it was worth it to live the normal Sim life you had been dreaming of. Within a month you hear there was a terrible accident back home and your parents' lives were lost. Your father hadn't written you out of the will as you had expected, so you pack a bag to temporarily move home and decide what to do with the manor. You figure you'll sell it to your Spellcaster cousin. She's been a bit of a hot head, but always dreamed of a big house, and not getting along as kids is no reason to not act like adults. But, wait, why is there a hedge around the property? Why can't you get through it? Why does it smell like smoke? Your cousin and her husband, furious that you were set up to inherit the property, have set a curse on it and destroyed the home in the process. You have two choices: walk away and let them deal with the aftermath they created, or turn back to the lifestyle of your ancestors and reclaim what's yours. Are the suburbs really worth letting her win this way?

Warning: this challenge involves heavy fire damage. Please play responsibly.

The Goal

Fix up each room in order, meeting all of the requirements. Each room will have a required occult, some required items, and an overall monetary value to hit. You can check the Simoleon value of a room by selecting the room in build mode, then saving it to your library. It will show the cost of the room. Once you have completed a room, you can move on to the next one. Exact requirements, "hard mode" optional gameplay, and some FAQs will follow the rules.

The Setup

First, you have to determine if you are playing with the save file or the gallery upload. If you are playing on PC and have Vampires, Island Living, Werewolves, Realm of Magic, and Paranormal, you can use the save file. However, if you do not play on PC or don't have one of the required packs, you will have to use the gallery version. Missing even one pack will cause the damage on the lot to reset, which kind of defeats the challenge.

Here is a video I made that shows how to get started in the challenge and answers some frequently asked questions.

Save File Setup: 1 - Download the file here: http://www.simfileshare.net/download/4612595/ 2 - Place the save file in your save folder. If you followed a standard install procedure when you got the game (you would know if you didn't) you should find the save folder following this path: This PC > Documents > Electronic Arts > The Sims 4 > Saves. Make sure the save file does not share a name with any other save already in your game before saving to avoid accidentally overwriting an existing save in your game. That would really suck. 3 - Open your game 4 - Click "Load Game" (not "Resume") and select the file named "Inherited Manor Challenge 2024" 5 - If you have Seasons installed, you will have to select a season. Next, load into the Vampires world "Forgotten Hollow". The manor will be at the top of the map by the graveyard. We kicked Vlad out lol. 6 - Move a new Sim into the lot. The Sim must be a single non-occult young adult with no skills or bonus traits. You can set the aspiration, traits, likes, dislikes, gender, etc to whatever you want. You can create a Sim or use one from the gallery. 7 - Use the "freerealestate on" cheat to move your Sim into the Manor. On PC press ctrl+shift+c, on Mac press cmd+shift+c, and on console press all four trigger buttons to open the cheat bar, then type "freerealestate on". You should see a confirmation message. You can now move your Sim into the manor. 8 - Set your household funds to zero. Type "money 0" into the cheat bar. Lock the back door in the kitchen if the lock setting didn't stick. 9 - You can use whatever life span, neighborhood stories, season length, or other gameplay settings you want. I do recommend turning off the dust system if you own Bust the Dust as it becomes a hinderance to gameplay as it accumulates in the rooms you can't access.

Gallery Download Setup: edit: after posting all of this the gallery upload was giving me a ton of issues, so unfortunately I had to remove many of the photos for it to work, just so you're aware. 1 - Open an existing save file or create a new one 2 - Chose any lot that is at least 40x30. The manor was built on Vlad's lot in Forgotten Hollow but if you don't have that world, or don't like it, you can play elsewhere. 3 - Download and place the manor from the gallery. My Gallery ID is sahmandbean and the Lot Title is IMC 2024. 4 - Exit the lot to the map view and proceed from step 6 above.

The Rules

To enter the Manor, you must become a Vampire. Each section has a designated occult. You will begin by transforming your Sim into a Vampire, completing the rooms in order in the Vampire section of the Manor, then reverting back to a normal Sim before transitioning into a Mermaid to fulfill the requirements of the next section of the house, and the same with Werewolf and Spellcaster. (If at any point you don't own the necessary pack for that occult type, just skip to the next occult or stay in your current occult. For example, if you don't have Vampires, you must become a Mermaid to enter the manor, and if you don't have Werewolves you must complete the second floor as a Mermaid or Spellcaster, but not a normal Sim.) Once you have completed your transformation into the designated occult, you may go into build mode and remove the cursed hedge blocking your way.

As you enter each new room, make sure you clean it, replace or remove all of the burned items, and fulfill the requirements listed below. There are maps as well, which will hopefully help. If at any point you have questions or feel stuck, join this discord server to ask and get help from myself and the other challenge players in the community. Standard rules let you live in the full area designated to the occult, but you have to work on one room at a time. For example, as soon as you are a mermaid you can use the pool, but you cannot clean the yard up until after you have completed the other rooms in the area in the order listed below. Hard mode, however... Well, more about that after the normal rules.

Also, if at any point you get stuck and decide to use a cheat to transform your Sim in or out of an Occult life state, it will cost you. First transformation will be $10,000, then the second is $25,000, and it will double from there. Use a calculator and "money [amount]" to settle the balance.

You may not at any point sell anything from an area you are not working on for money, or any of the landscaping. You can rework the landscaping after you have completed the Manor but you can't use it as a get rich quick scheme.

Here are the room requirements. Remember, these are just minimums. You can add a bathtub and bed to the entryway if you want, for example, so your Sim can maintain some needs, but if you are not going to leave them there make sure you remove them before calculating the total value of the room. Also if at any point an item in a completed room is broken or lost, whether to the repo man or a fire or some other reason, it must be replaced or repaired before continuing with whatever room you were working on.

As a Vampire Entryway: Simoleons: $25,000 Items: Two Knight of the Octagon Table statues, living chair, rug, accent table, and two wall decorations Coat Closet:  Simoleons: $5000 Items: sofa or loveseat; two “coat closet” like items, like coat racks, umbrellas, or shoes Office:  Simoleons: $15,000 Items: desk, Seance Table with two or more chairs, bookshelf, computer, rug Hallway:  Simoleons: $10,000 Items: four pieces of wall art, rug Big bathroom:  Simoleons: $5000 Items: bath or shower, two sinks, toilet, two mirrors, toilet paper Kitchen:  Simoleons: $25,000 Items: six counters, fridge, stove, sink, dining table, four dining chairs, trash can, bowl of fruit Cupcake Room:  Simoleons: $10,000 Items: cupcake factory, kitchen appliance Dining Room and Vestibule:  Simoleons: $20,000 Items: dining table, six dining chairs, hutch, and keep the big painting in the dining room; living chair and lamp in the vestibule

As a Mermaid Bar: Simoleons: $20,000 Items: bar, seating for six, clock Half Bath: Simoleons: $2000 Items: toilet, sink, mirror, and toilet paper Ballroom: Simoleons: $30,000 Items: stereo, piano or pipe organ, fireplace, mirror, a table that can hold food in the event of a party Yard and Shed: Items: keep the pool; four planters, woodworking table, fountain, wedding arch, grill, telescope, seating for 10, and monkey bars

As a Werewolf Landing: Simoleons: $10,000 Items: couch, chess table Art Gallery: Simoleons: $35,000 Items: seating for four, rug, six pieces created by your sim, twelve pieces of art overall Purple Bedroom:  Simoleons: $40,000 Items: bed space for two, rug, fireplace, two skill and/or activity items in the bedroom; dresser and chair in each closet; two sinks, toilet, toilet paper, and bath or shower in the bathroom  Blue Bedroom: Simoleons: $20,000 Items: bed space for two, one skill or activity item, rug, and one dresser in the bedroom; toilet, sink, mirror, bath or shower, and toilet paper in the bathroom Pink Bedroom: Simoleons: $20,000 Items: bed space for two, rug, one skill or activity item, and one dresser in the bedroom; toilet, sink, mirror, bath or shower, and toilet paper in the bathroom Hall Bathroom:  Simoleons: $3000 Items: bench, toilet, sink

As a Spellcaster Yellow Bedroom: Simoleons: $30,000 Items: bed space for two, rug, one skill or activity item, and one dresser in the bedroom; toilet, sink, mirror, bath or shower, and toilet paper in the bathroom Green Bedroom: Simoleons: $30,000 Items: bed space for two, rug, one skill or activity item, and one dresser in the bedroom; toilet, sink, mirror, bath or shower, and toilet paper in the bathroom Hall and Bathroom: Simoleons: $5000 Items: toilet, sink, mirror, toilet paper, six lights, rug Black Bedroom: Simoleons: $30,000 Items: bed space for two, rug, one skill or activity item, and one dresser in the bedroom; toilet, sink, mirror, bath or shower, and toilet paper in the bathroom Red Bedroom and tower: Simoleons: $50,000 Items: double bed, bar, desk, rug, dresser, fireplace, couch, bookshelf, and armchair in the bedroom; dresser, mirror, chair, and shoe rack in the closet; two sinks, two mirrors, tub, shower, toilet, and toilet paper in the bathroom

Hard Mode Optional Start Rules - Start as a teen (no skills, occult, etc) instead of a young adult and balance High School on top of the manor. - Stay exclusively in the current room. Use more magical hedges if necessary. - There are photos of the pre-destroyed manor scattered about. Identify and replace the exact items in each photo. Some of them are locked behind careers, so it is up to you exactly how hard you want to make that on yourself. "Buying" the item off the gallery is acceptable. - Turn on all lot challenges and remove them randomly as you complete rooms. - Double Simoleon requirements for each room. If you have Get to Work, you must marry and have at least one child with an Alien. - Throw a gold dinner party after completing each individual occult phase before transforming back into a regular Sim. - Max out each occult skill tree.

The end goal of this challenge is for you to have fun! Mix and match the rules a little if you feel stuck, marry Father Winter, have a relative named Rosebud conveniently leave you a small inheritance...

FAQ

If you have a question not answered here, please join the discord and ask in the designated Inherited Manor 2024 channels.

How to I become a...? And how do I turn back into a normal Sim? To become a Vampire, become good friends with a Vampire and ask to be turned. The process takes a few days so be prepared to live at the gym for a bit. The cure can be crafted after reaching Level 15 Vampire Lore skill and gathering the necessary ingredients. To become a Mermaid, eat one Mermadic Kelp. To transform back into a regular Sim, eat two in a row. The kelp can be found diving, fishing, gifted by a dolphin, or purchased with reward points. To become a Werewolf, as a Werewolf to turn you (similar to the Vampire). The cure can be crafted after finding the recipe in "An Insider's Guide to Being a Werewolf", a book found in the underground tunnels. To become a Spellcaster, travel to The Magic Realm and talk to a Sage. They will give you a mini quest. This is by far the easiest one.

Can I get married? Yes, but your spouse (regardless if an occult Sim or not) can only access the areas you have already unlocked. Your spouse must live on the lot with you until death or divorce, and the kids cannot be moved out until they are teens. Your main Sim is the one that counts as far as transformations and unlocking areas goes.

What happens if my Sim dies? Find or create a fresh Sim and pick up where you left off. This can include a spouse or child.

Can I change the room requirements? Can I put a bedroom instead of an office? You can change whatever you want after the challenge is completed, but the required items must be present in the room to count it as done. You can add additional items if you want, of course, but not completely alter the function of the room.

Can I sell stuff in the house already for money if it isn't damaged? You can sell or replace whatever is in the current room. You can't sell a chair from the office to get money for the kitchen, etc. Remember to keep any items specified in the rules above.

How do I know what my save file name is? Each save file follows the same format: the word “save” followed by a period and eight numbers. For example, save.12345678. Make sure those numbers don’t match the numbers of the save file when you download it. If they do match, you can change a number in the challenge save file before you save it, so long as it is still follows the naming convention laid out above.

Your save file is broken! It loaded me into a household! It's not even the right lot/world/etc! If you're not on the right lot, sounds like you answered your own question. Go to the map view and click on Forgotten Hollow, and maybe read the setup instructions again.

Can I change the lifespan, season length, weather, holiday, etc etc? Yup! Change whatever you want so long as it isn't prohibited in the rules.

What counts as a piece of art my Sim made for the galery? Any project that can be started, stopped, and resumed, and/or your Sim is directly involved in the end quality of the item. This includes, but is not limited to, knit objects, paintings, books, woodworking objects, scientist career objects, and photographs. This does not include found items, such as posters or snow globes.

Do I have to hit the Simoleon requirement exactly? That is too much math, even for me. So long as you are at or over, you're good.

Can I add some lot traits or challenges? Absolutely. Remember, though, that you can't build outside your current zone. You can't add solar panels to the yard, for example, until you get to that point as a Mermaid, but you can set your lot to "Off The Grid" whenever.

Can I purchase traits from the reward store? Yes. You just can't have your Sim start with any reward traits or points.

Are there more challenges like this? Yes! This is actually the fourth version of this challenge. You can find more information here on tumblr, or by visiting my website here.

Can I make one of these, or help make the next one? Absolutely! The official Inherited Manor Discord will be the best place to keep up to date on the challenge. I only ping everyone at the start of building the challenge for the year and when it is released, so don't worry about me blowing up your phone. Can't wait to connect with you there!

Huge thanks to chat for all their help during the streams, and a special thanks to my playtesters: Alasmina debs Foxbird kittycatxo miraclesnjoy SRSimmer Tessa Who?

[11queensupreme11]

So…kinda depressing ask but Demeter’s recent death kind of had me wondering, especially since you mentioned in an ask once LONG ago—so long ago that’s it’s to the point I can’t even find it anymore 😭—that Poseidon wouldn’t kill his siblings just severely mutilate them.

((I’m assuming u totally ditched that when it came to Demeter’s death—which is totally fine cause either way it flows well with ur story and ur description of Poseidon because if Demeter is permanently dead it checks out because she took something from Poseidon that he would never forgive and he would see that as a betrayal which would, in his mind, justify the killing. And if she is still alive (although I don’t see how that could be possible- how can u stay alive when you’ve been…ripped apart 😭😂😅) but living like Adamas then that’s also possible since she is his sister and he’s spared his siblings before (adamas) after mutilating them of course.))

All that to say, it got me wondering. Could and/or would Poseidon or any of the other yans, if they ever became like SUPER (astronomical levels, really) upset with Percy. Result to…killing her? Could they?

yeah demeter is permanently dead, no coming back at all. no revival, no reincarnation, etc. i'm pretty much going the canon route on how deaths are handled! so in ror, when gods die they go to niflhel! same goes with the human souls in the after life (and by that, i mean, after dying in midgar, if they die again in helheim/valhalla, they go to niflhel)

in the ror wiki:

HOWEVER!!! the only difference is that in my fic, gods don't have souls. instead, they're made of divine essence. so for the sake of my fic, when a god dies, their divine essence is destroyed

so yeah, no coming back for demeter or zagreus 😅

as for ur other question.......

the yans absolutely CAN kill percy. ror characters are ridiculously op in terms of physicality, especially the gods cuz i gave them a huge buff. do you guys recall those brief lines i'd type up throughout previous chapters that are always something like "he gripped her arm so hard had it not been for the Curse of Achilles he would've snapped her bones" and stuff like that? yeah i was being fr, these gods can easily crush her to death on ACCIDENT 💀 it's the whole reason i set the story in-between pjo and hoo so she would still have the achilles curse! they're gods who don't interact with humans, they don't know how to be gentle 😭 even a high five could've ripped her hand off or shatter her lmaooo

as for cú chulainn, he's in the same boat (in terms of physicality). since i'm not going with canon (cuz it was too late for me lol), cú chulainn will be the "human with the strength of a god" kind of demigod, like what heracles was pre-ascension. so since he has the strength of a god, he could ALSO kill percy, HOWEVER. unlike the gods, he knows how to actually be careful so he has a lesser chance of actually killing her. the only issue is his ridiculously op gáe bulg which is canonically stated can't be "dodged nor guarded against". if ra and morrigan weren't fast or strong enough to dodge it, there's no damn way percy can 💀 again, the curse of achilles will save her here AS LONG AS SHE KEEPS HER FRONT FACING TOWARDS THE SPIKES. if she has her back to it..... 💀💀💀💀 but i can't see a scenario where he'll ever be so mad he uses that weapon on her.

also there's his freaky 👹goblin mode👹 thing i forgot to mention, but that hasn't been talked about in the manga yet and so far, from the myths, it just makes him more stronger and uncontrollable. if he were to get angry and get into ríastrad then yes, she'll be in a lot of danger 💀

so yes. the yans absolutely CAN kill her, but they won't ever be angry enough to actually want to murder her (excluding beelie's demonic destrudo ofc). the most likely scenario is that they accidentally kill her in a fit of rage. the gods have a higher chance of doing this, cuz they can literally just obliterate her or smite her without needing to even think that much.

[bloodpen-to-paper]

QSMP Awards 2024 Summarized

-The audio was scuffed for the first half. I don't mean a little crispy. I don't mean with a slight echo. It was fucked in every way imaginable. The audio sounded like it was going through a blender. Then it kept getting too loud, then too quiet (so much so we couldn't hear), all while being way too crispy. Charlie Slimecicle monologued to the audience while the team was trying to fix it but since the audio was both too crispy and too quiet we couldn't actually understand anything he was saying. This carried on for about 7 minutes with him holding two microphones, neither of which was working, before the stream crashed (again)

-All the staff are apparently Cucurucho, with one of them being a "main Cucurucho"

-Missa wore a "Quackity my beloved" shirt. I could not explain to you what the blazer over it was supposed to be.

-Everyone else at the ceremony was shown through discord call. I'm convinced Charlie has never seen German or Lenay's faces cause he did not know it was them until Quackity said their names

-The screen was supposed to switch between showing all the people on the discord and it kept switching between the same four people. If I have to hear Q, Charlie and Missa chant "Foolish" or "Pol" ever again-

-Mariana showed up and Charlie immediately went into bitter ex mode. He also hit on Mariana. Multiple times.

-We got a patented Ironmouse "coño" and chat lost their shit over Luzu existing, as expected

-Mariana looked like Michael Jackson, Bad's background could've been the set of Breaking Bad, Roier had a ski mask, lots of people learned what Lenay, German and Vegetta's looked like for the first time, and Mike had a kawaii filter

-Somehow Bad didn't even get nominated for Best Cucurucho Jumpscare, showing that even non-red carpet events can produce award snubs (congrats to Bagi!)

-Though I yearned for Maximus getting nominated for his Eh Vegetta prank, we all knew the win had to go to Vegetta for the mines

-The audio eventually became bearable but the echo never fully left. At some point there were like three or four overlaps of Vegetta giving his acceptance speech

-Acau won for Best Death from getting killed by an enderman (in my heart Foolish's accidental death by Pomme's sniper that got him eliminated from the elections won, but we did get Quackity dying to a fly as a nom so I feel complete. Also congrats to Acau!)

-The Qsmp shop is officially open! We got eggie merch :]

-Quackity forgot to roll clips for the Best Purgatory 2 Moment nominees and almost read out the winner before we got the montage (Wuant won! It was the clip of him being told he lost and he accidentally did a flip. They weren't able to get the acceptance speech on stream so we saw it from Quackity's phone)

-Funniest QSMP Moment nominees were all fucking hilarious, its hard to pick just one but Maxo winning for when he respawned after a lore-heavy moment in Pierre's bed to his own moans being remixed into a song absolutely deserved the win

-Saddest QSMP Moment was unnecessary and the admins will be hearing from my lawyers for making me relive Dapper's first lost life, Dia de los Muertos and the end of Purgatory 1 (Jaiden and Roier saying bye to Bobby won, Roier changed his screen to black and white and held up what looked like a mini Cucurucho being used as a cross)

-Best QSMP Original Song was played prematurely when the category was Best Language Exchange, and we got a spoiler for the winner (YD and Hugo's exchange won and YD's audio was muted so we just saw her Vtuber model getting excited)

-The aforementioned Best Qsmp Original Song had Gordinho Gostosinho looping aggressively over Charlie singing the Juanaflippa song, which I hope to god gets clipped cause it was hilarious (I'm glad the Roier and Cucurucho rap got nominated). Charlie was very confused why they had him announce his own win.

-Best PVP unsurprisingly went to Etoiles for his colosseum Code fight, after all he is the Best🔥 (the other noms were great too, we had Philza vs Tubbo in Purgatory, Bad and Maxo eliminating El Quackity from the elections, and a cute sparring session between Pac and Richas)

-Best Qsmp Fails went to Fit for that time Pac's internet cut out during their date (of course he bragged about his Brasilian boyfriend after learning he won for best loser)(also if it was up to me Quackity's fly deaths would've been added to this category just sayin')

-The audio problems were revealed to have been roleplay the entire time. Yep. All part of the lore.

-Speaking of, most of the winners who were in the discord call could not be heard so they had to give speeches through Quackity holding his phone up to the mic

-Best Roleplayer went to Roier for his Doied arc (the screen prematurely showed him before they could read the announcement, and his speech was him kissing the camera)

-Worst Server House went to Mariana accompanied with the classic clip of him reacting to the admins roasting his started base; Mariana was part of the discord call but left at some point so he couldn't give a speech, to which Charlie jumped on the opportunity to roast his absence like a shark smelling blood (they rightfully nominated Quackity for his clip of Acau reacting to his failure of a starter house, and apparently Carre's base is just his bed on a dirt plot)

-Most Iconic Clip went to Pac for stealing the Qsmp Logo (the other lovely noms included Foolish and co. accidentally closing their house door after a creeper came in an attempt to shut it out, and Tina reacting to a mob giving Felps a blowjob)

-The Most Bankrupt Islander went to Niki for being broke, we stan (during the nom montage we got a passa tudo mention)

-The Creator Who Spent the Most Time on the Server Award went to Bad, which was shocking to no one, although they did use his Barbie Girl clip for the nom montage (they also used Fit wearing a wig for his clip)

-The Qsmp cake for the one year anniversary had the text "FELICIDADES ALBERTO". We do not know who Alberto is. Pol was losing it.

-Tubbo won for The Creator With the Most Deaths (106), while The Creator With Fewest Deaths went to Philza (he only had 1!). Philza was able to be heard through stream but the hosts didn't know this so they would hear him from Quackity's phone and repeat what he was saying even though we could hear him

-Everytime the camera cut back to the hosts Charlie, Quackity and Missa had more cake on their faces

-Most Distance Traveled (in Minecraft) went to Etoiles (6,000+ km jfc)

-Creator With the Most Mob Kills went to Pierre (162,960 mob kills. what the fuck.)

-They accidentally read the award for Creator With the Most Damage Taken (Foolish) during the Best Builder announcement, confusing the shit out of everyone, especially cause the screen showed Mike instead of Foolish. I am still unclear who won Best Builder

-Creator With the Most Blocks Placed went to Mike!!! (MIKE WIN VAMBORAAAAAAAAAAA🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷)

-We had to uncomfortably sit through Missa feeding Charlie cake (and just Charlie in general)

-There was an In Memorium segment of the passed eggs (Quackity shat on a grieiving Charlie for Flippa only lasting 11 days, but in Charlie's words, "to you it was 11 days; to her it was a lifetime"). Charlie commentated and had nothing to say about Trump because he didn't know jack shit about Trump (though he did make a wall joke which is exactly what Maxo would have wanted godbless🙏)

-The stream ended with the discord people saying goodbye, while Roier was holding up the mini Cucuruchos and didn't move the entire time. I know he wasn't frozen because he blinked.

-Maxo sent in his acceptance speech video last minute and Quackity hyped it up as a mysterious final entry but Charlie guessed it was Maxo and spoiled it on accident

-Speaking of, Maxo's entry was him walking around heaven looking for Trump </3

-Charlie gave a heartfelt speech about the people he met through the Qsmp, all while looking like ate out frosty the snowman <3. Missa simpy thanked Alberto (we still do not know who Alberto is)

-Tubbo wasn't present in the discord call because he thought him streaming meant he couldn't join. After the stream Quackity called and Tubbo realized he was allowed to join the whole time

-We ended on a montage of various moments, with a message of excitement looking forward to the next year!

And of course, here are the screenies I managed to nab of the hosts slowly deteriorating into cake

[cledachefbizzy]

«« PROPER INTRO POST »»

Mostly because I thought I REALLY should make a PROPER post about myself, the blog, and the oc this blog is about !!! All the information about the blog, the owner of the blog, and other details is right below the cut!! - Just know it's probably really long.

!! THIS BLOG IS AN OC RP BLOG !!

This blog is specifically about my bizzyboy OC for the game "Great God Grove", aka Cle! Whom I have posted about before, but it was - well more so a RANT about them, a very messy one too! So this post is to explain things a BIT better about Cle, and Myself (the owner of the account). A little get to know who is running this, boundaries, and again about the character this blog focuses on!

!! FIRST A LITTLE BIT ABOUT THE OWNER !!

You may call me Jester, Necromancer, or by the name of any of my favourite characters if that ever comes to mind! I go by He/She/They prns, but also One/Ze neos, being just an agender fella out here! Felt like it's worth noting I have diagnosed ASD, but I'm also chronically ill >_< (Hashimoto Thyroiditis, it runs in my family,,) - I do my best to interact with others and keep going forward though! - Just pls be patient with me if you could, overall my social skills r a bit MESSY! Going by my boundaries now, I find my comfort with certain things fluctuating, but usually I remain uncomfortable with things that are suggestive or 18+, even the small mentions. - This is due to a bit of a private reasoning, but I've gone through stuff and just prefer to avoid it most often. - I've put it in my settings to hide such content from me though, so for those that occasionally post stuff like that, don't worry about it much, just avoid mentions of this stuff if possible when talking to me! Otherwise, I may be PRETTY anxious around the internet, people scary ,, but I do take myself as a fairly friendly person !! I was initially not planning on it, but I'll likely be rather active with posting Cle-related stuff :-). Please feel free to interact with me, especially other rp blogs if you wish!

!! NOW ABOUT THE STAR OF THE SHOW !!

AKA CLE!! Cle's on the younger side of the bizzyboys, having been part of the bizzyboys long enough to prove he's NOT fit for solving mysteries at least, but instead got a spot to cook food for the ones that are out there most often! - She's the one that you can come to for any snacks to get during your breaks, able to make delicious food, as long as he has the ingredients! Which is one of the ONLY reasons he could ever be seen outside the van or the bizzyboy modes of transport. Another time maybe you're lucky enough seeing Cle feel confident enough to solve "mysteries"!

Cle goes specifically by She/He pronouns, she's pretty indifferent to gender! Probably somewhere along the transfem case. - But he wouldn't confirm it, since he's focused on making sure everyone's fed at all costs. - But she does feel detached from being seen necessarily as a guy / any male-oriented things, but he also doesn't mind he/him pronouns. . . Yeah it's quite the confusing case of gender. Cle's known for her lack of bone, being - a bit of a push over compared to others unfortunately. She is rather self-less in a way, at most focusing on other people, feeding everyone, making sure everyone's happy, and making sure he doesn't accidentally insult someone somehow! . . In a way though, she is extremely friendly and at times talkative, if he finds herself comfortable enough around you. Which can be a rare case,, But coincidentally enough, this is the main reason Cle joined the bizzyboys, he did find that it was possible to at least feel a sense of belonging and community amidst them, which - Cle evidently looks for wherever she goes. He's a fella who wants to find a place to belong, a place where he'd feel happy no matter who she is around! - But it's hard to feel that way when he tends to avoid people that AREN'T the bizzyboys now-a-days.

A bit of a fun fact galore! Cle's got a tiny bit of a crush on Cobigail, why? - Well I like Cobigail and I want to self project even a tiny bit, pretty corn goddess what can I say? - Also the entire Milldread thing about community and all is something that speaks to Cle! He's an odd case. - But by most part in what content I make of Cle, her love will be unrequited </3 No true fulfilled yuri for him. He often avoids mystery solving and all that, that's pretty obvious, her main job is to make food for those that order some! - Like that 56 empanadas someone once ordered. . . jeez. Cle's hair is much poofier than others, curling and all that! Mostly because he simply. . . doesn't take care of it. She forgets to straighten it often times. You probably shouldn't ask how long it's been though. They only LOOK on the verge of tears to be fair, even if they probably are at times. Don't yell at them you shouldn't test this.

!! CLE'S REF + ICON !!

101 HOW TO RECOGNISE WHAT POST WILL BE ABT WHAT! If i'll even remember to follow this,, #ChefsReblog - Reblogging something ! #ClesKitchenChitChat - Responding to Asks ! #ClesTwoCents - Responding to other rp accounts / dialog ! #ClezBakedGoodz - Cle content!! Cle content alert!! #OutsidetheKitchen - OOC posts #SnackTime - Doodle posts

Any and all interaction with my blog is perfectly fine! Especially from other rp blogs if you wanna :-), I'm fully open to talking to others, especially GGG fans because it's currently one of my hyperfixations! Thank you for reading if you made it this far, by the way I think I set up the ability to send asks/questions, so feel free to do that too! Pls bombard my freak with questions I'll most likely doodle her response to those !! - As most of my responses to ANYTHING I feel like I could respond to will include little messy doodles.

[rageprufrock]

Hi Pru, this is a career question... I am in my mid-twenties, female, not quite the most junior employee at my organization but treated often as one. The workplace is highly male-dominated, competitive, the older supervisors sometimes hilariously old-boys'-club, and the younger men (my age) mean well (feminist, etc.) but have their own territories to defend. For complicated reasons I cannot leave. I knew some of this coming in but am ashamed to say that

You’ll love this: my response is so late because I too girlbossed too close to the sun and have accidentally reached mid-senior leadership status at my organization and the past month has been the most hilarious cluster of fucks. Insert clown emoji herey.

ANYWAY.

I have a few thoughts on this one, and hopefully one, or some, of these are helpful as you're navigating your early career.

To address your most immediate question: is it meant to be this hard? I think "is it meant" or "is it always" are two different questions, and each with branching answers completely dependent on your field and profession. Some are notorious for early career hazing--banking, medicine, etc--and then the answers are that the suffering is a feature, not a bug, for these industries (this can be debated ad nauseum but you know what I mean), and then for many, many other professions, the answer is that while it's not meant to be this difficult, it still is, and that it's all we can do to survive it.

But setting aside the macro issues, of whether the role itself is objectively hard or if the environment you're in is objectively sub-optimal, the more nebulous and inescapable thing is that each one of us, individually, in our early career are undergoing one of many puberties and all its attendant implied indignities. I find it weird that culturally we don't talk about this much--at least not in Western or the Eastern cultures with which I'm most conversational--but think about it: in the first five to ten years of your working life, you're often simultaneously navigating a staggering number of life-changing systemic shifts that have a tectonic impact on your lived experience. I

For a lot of us, beginning your life as a working adult means you're likely moving out of your parents' home, which adds a huge amount to your mental load and financial burden.

For a lot of us, these early professional jobs are also the first time we're operating in a performance-reward system for which there is no clear rubric or understandable progression monitoring--there aren't any grades, and I can't tell you the number of people who I've spoken to in my career who have been shocked when they're told they're being put on performance improvement plans even though they thought they were doing fine.

It's like being sent to college with no class list, textbooks hidden in eight different departments run by varyingly helpful people, while trapped in an inescapable group project run by someone who seems just as frazzled as you are, and told "okay well you should need to bring me your completed degree by EOD Thursday." This doesn't even take into account your genetic assignment to play this entire game on hard mode by failing to be a cisgendered man in the dominant cultural demographic.

People who've had multiple jobs and career changes can attest, every new job, no matter how seasoned you are, is fucking exhausting. It's almost a joke among my friends at this point how often I change jobs, and every single time I do, there's at least a six month run where at the end of every day, I'm fucking spent. I couldn't calculate 1+3 if my life depended on it, because I've spent my working day so furiously trying to read the professional tea leaves and figuring out what the actual fuck I'm supposed to be doing--which, funnily enough, is never as clear as you would think! Even if you are at increasingly senior levels of responsibility! It's really fun and good! Your boss's boss's leadership team meetings? Surprisingly similar to when I used go get coffee during my break working at an ice cream shop to complain about our customers and equipment and boss! It's amazing how no matter how much changes, everything stays the same!

So I think in the end, my answer to your question is this:

Is it meant to be this hard? Depending on what you do, maybe.

But should it be this hard? Of course not. Life is short and lush and wonderful, but already so filled with challenges, and it's a shame that being rooted in capitalism, we're all forced to participate in a system that's so unbending and unforgiving.

But does that mean it's going to be forever? Or that you can't survive and thrive and have fun in the process? Absolutely not.

However awful you feel, however bad the job is, it doesn't have to be forever. This role you're in now may be just what you need to find your next, better, better paid opportunity. And maybe that one won't be the ideal for more than a year, maybe two, but that's why you keep an eye out and a keen focus on what you want, and what's most important, and like a shark, you continue to move and grow as you get clearer on where you want to move and how you want to grow. The person I was at 24 could not have imagined the person I am at 38, and I'm guessing that the woman I am today can't fathom who I'll be in another 10 years. Whoever she is, I hope she's still choosing to do hard things and--to the very best of her ability--having a good time in the process.

It's okay to cry about work. It's okay to cry at work, even though I strongly recommend that you do this huddled in a restroom in privacy because otherwise it gets messy--fairly or otherwise. It's okay and normal to do these things. It's okay and normal to feel like a fucking disaster, to feel--or to in actuality!--be categorically failing. It is okay and normal to hate and love your job, and to love money and hate the work. There is no right way to do this, and the only wrong way is to give up on yourself, or to create a situation where you cannot have the freedom of your choices or your future.

It's also going to get easier with time. Even if you don't feel it, every day you're getting more experienced, more confident, more discerning. Those microscopic, atomic changes in you accrue, and I'm sure if you're honest with yourself you can already identify how even today, you are a stronger, more capable person in your professional context than you may have been just a year or two ago. Even if you don't mean to do it, just the experience, the bruises, the callouses from throwing yourself at the brick wall over time will rewrite the person you are--if you do this with your eyes open and intentionally, all the better.

Five years from now, ten years from now, you might still find yourself crying about work. But hopefully you'll share the good fortune I have been privileged enough to have, and find yourself the type of good friends who say, "don't care during work hours, it's beneath you to give them the satisfaction--cry later," and actually have the wherewithal to follow that extremely correct guidance.

So anyway, it shouldn't be this hard, but it is. The good thing is, you're better and stronger than it is, and you can look forward to the day you get to look over the shoulder at all the worlds you've conquered as you get ready to do it all over again.

💖

[rohirric-hunter]

I made an @ellipsus-writes account yesterday and with one day under my belt here are my first impressions.

It's basically Google Docs, but without being associated with Google. You're able to edit documents from any device with a web browser, which is a lot more convenient than the WebDav server I'm currently using.

Things that are less than ideal:

There aren't a lot of customization options. You can switch between light and dark mode, but I would like to be able to set my document backgrounds to a color. Also it would be better if you could change your view layout. Right now it looks like this:

and I would prefer to have these documents in a list, rather than these big bubbles. The bubbles might be cool if you could change their color or add an image background to them, but as is they're just boring white and taking up a lot of space. I have only 12 documents in this folder and it's a bit silly that I can't see them all at once.

2. You might also notice that these documents appear to be in a completely random order. They're actually in the order I last edited them in. I prefer my documents to be in alphabetical order, and this is an option that exists, but a) when switching to this view it for some reason defaults to reverse alphabetical order and I then have to manually select regular alphabetical order, and b) this setting will not be remembered between sessions.

3. I can't seem to get rid of the, "Need help? Chat with us" popup at the bottom of the page. It takes up an annoying amount of space, and I wish it was collapsible.

Things that worry me:

Instead of having a password system, Ellipsus sends you an email link every time you go to log in. There's nothing wrong with doing it this way I guess, since you can access the link from the same device you're accessing the website from, but it kind of just smacks of being different for the sake of being different. Makes me worry about security. Not that I write anything worth stealing.

Instead of having a normal profile system, Ellipsus uses Gravatar, which is some "universal internet account" nonsense that I will absolutely not be using. This probably won't be a huge issue, though, as I don't really plan on using the collaboration tools, so I won't need to make a profile. I wish I could change my email address, though, as I accidentally used the wrong one to make the account. I might make a new account.

I don't understand how all this is being paid for. There are no ads, the account is free, but the hosting is all done by Ellipsus. While text does not take up a ton of space to host, it does take up some space, and that costs money. Are the creators doing it out of their own pockets? Do they have a donor? Will there be donation drives to support it later? Or will they adopt advertisements in the future or introduce a "premium" option where you can pay for additional features? The last one normally wouldn't worry me, but since it is currently so bare-bones I'm a bit antsy. What if you have to pay for the option to have your documents in alphabetical order by default?

Their advertising is. Vague. I put this off for a long time because looking around on their website there was a lot of talk about how you're a writer and super creative and also they'll never steal your data to train AIs, but it was really hard to find a place where it outright said what the product was. This concerns me because it makes me feel like the company has something to hide.

Good things:

It's a platform that does the same thing as Google Docs without actually being Google Docs. This is a powerful pro. I'll probably keep using it for now.

Oh yeah and they don't have an app. A few years ago this would have gone in the less-than-ideal section for me but these days with the way app stores are about user generated content it's probably best to avoid the whole thing. I followed their suggestion to set a link on my homescreen (through Firefox) and it works very well. I was worried it might be laggy (Tumblr was laggy when I used it through Firefox) but it's been very responsive. No server access if you're not connected to the internet, but if you have the document already open then you can keep typing into it and it will update when you reconnect. This is the same way I used Google Docs back in the day and perfectly serviceable in my opinion.

[archivalofsins]

My thoughts on @tsumigram Unknown Memories. Spoilers for Tsumigram if you haven't read it yet. I'll be going through these one at time in one post since I have free time currently.

First off from a cursory look the Unknown Memories all have different color separators at the beginning of each. They seem to be a mix of the prisoners colors at some points. Except for maybe Mint Candy which seems to be just Miku's color.

But I could be wrong about the separators being a mix of the prisoners colors they involve. On the post itself it is very reminiscent of Miku's prisoner color though,

My computer is always in dark mode so hard to tell for me. I'll follow this train of thought while looking over each memory.

Unknown Memory 1: Candle

A girl sitting at the table looks around, maybe searching for another source of light; the shades of purple are barely getting through the half-closed curtains.

Given that the color purple is brought up here- My first assumption may have been wrong. Likely not a mix of the colors of the characters being discussed. Since purple brings to mind thoughts of Ayame. Though it could just be a way of describing the setting sun here that accidentally calls her to mind. Due to her prisoner color.

Could it be the colors of the verdicts then? If so the orange on the most recent one could be a mix of Savior and Perpetrator. Meant to representative of Kai.

Hmm, I guess I'll see when I get to Unknown Memory 4: Bandage though that may not be it either it's seems more plausible at this point though.

This seems to be a conversation between Ego and Kouta. Maybe... From what I remember of the two it seems to be them.

Such serene moments are nice at times, though they become lonely easily.

...You know, being left all alone is really unpleasant.

— It's annoying that the sky gets dark so early. She is waving her hand near the flame. Maybe don't play with fire. You’re acting like a toddler. The hell? — Will you be alright on your way home? He gives her a dissatisfied look and lightly slaps her hand, until she removes it, pouting; ah, this girl simply got a chance to procrastinate on studies, even if it means dwelling in boredom. — You should rather be worried about yourself. — Not that I'm worried about you. He seems to frown even more. She stares at the candle with half-closed eyes. — I figured. Again. Ugh, ugh, this conversation is crumbling.

Trial 1 - 003 Voice drama: "Green Waters of Oblivion"

Ego: Aw-w. You seem to be pretty calm about your current situation, though. Do you often get locked up in dark places?

Kouta: Huh.

Ego: This is the kind of impression I got about your appearance.

Kouta: …

Ego: Sorry, I've failed at keeping up a conversation again. Please don't glare at me like this.

Kouta: You remind me of someone…

Ego: Am I?

Kouta: Ah, no… who…

Ego: Eh?

Kouta: I've just got a weird feeling. Ego: What?

Kouta: I don't quite remember who.

— Huh? Did the lights go out? A girl sitting at the table looks around, maybe searching for another source of light; the shades of purple are barely getting through the half-closed curtains. — Let me check…

Trial 1 - 003 Memory report

— What do you want?

Not sure, I guess she was pouting. Of course, what else would she be doing.

— I don't like that girl. Don't talk to her.

— She's the one talking to me. Can't help it.

— Do you not care about me?

As if it's me who doesn't care! You constantly complain about each other to me.

— I'm taking a nap.

— It's dangerous to sleep in the train. I might be in a bad mood and not wake you up in time. I'm in a bad mood today, by the way.

— Don't care.

— Good luck at Kisaragi station.

— Thank you very much.

— That was stupid, I know. It was. — Well, you were little. — I didn't get the answer I wished for, so I never participated in divination again. Oh, so that's the reason. — Huh? Did you have a desired image of a lover? She stares at him for, perhaps, half a minute; he awkwardly tilts his head. Is he supposed to proceed to talk? Did he say something wrong, and she's planning to avoid him forever, until they graduate and their paths never cross once more? How complicated. People really must stop being so complicated. — You're quite dumb, aren't you. — What the hell?

Kouta: Do you feel like there's something you can come back to?

Ego: Hm?

Kouta: Uh, such as… You feel at a loss in university and then remember your childhood dreams. They might be frozen now, but they're still here. Or, you come back to nice memories and find comfort in them again.

Ego: Ah, I understand. Knowing that you used to have something and don't anymore is seriously depressing, but it can give hope in hard times as well.

Kouta: There are also people who didn't have anything from the very start. This kind of unfairness. Not having anything, ever.

Ego: Oh.

Kouta: If you had a decent childhood, you can't get it.

Right, maybe he will remember something warm as well, staring so pensively. Nostalgic, you say, huh… I wonder what it's like, having memories to come back to…

Oh if I just finished it... It would have been pretty clear it was him huh. So, the first Unknown Memory is between Kouta and Ego. How nice.

Well I don't think anything outside of that so let's continue to Unknown Memory two.

— Of course. Do you not know how people make friends? — I don't in fact. — Then your middle school must have been lonely.

Seems pretty rough still. Well hopefully he learns how to make friends in his own time.

Unknown Memory 2: Breeze

This one isn't really hiding the fact it's from Ayame's perspective. She's in the image art she was also voted victim so the border still being blue makes sense. If those things are related that is.

— Is it okay to take photos here? I want to show it to my friends. — You have a lot of friends, don't you, ▆▆▆▆▆-chan. She freezes with a smartphone in her hand. — I suppose… Why all of a sudden? — I just find it amazing that you get along with so many people. Perhaps it's your natural charm as an idol. — Hmph… Her slight blush must not be that noticeable among the azure light that envelopes them. The air here resembles a tender breeze. — Yeah, but I stopped hanging out with most of them after I moved here. — Are you having trouble finding friends in your new school? — Kind of… She's frowning, staring into the screen, then puts it up to take a photo of the marine animals. — Because I repeated a year and all… — Ahh, sorry for making you remember bad things.

Trial 1 - 005 Voice drama: "La-la~♪ A Fresh Voice"

Ayame: Ah… Thanks… But I still feel embarrassed, so… O-okay. Muku Ayame, sixteen years old. I'm a high school student… and… that's it. N-need I tell you about my hobbies?

Ego: Sixteen?

Ayame: Ah…!

Ego: Your profile says you’re nineteen.

Ayame: R-right. Um, right. Time goes by fast, and my appearance doesn't change, so I sometimes forget my age. Eh, e-he-he. A, a-also, you seem so mature in comparison to me, I really can't get used to that I'm older than you…

Ego: …

Ayame: Uh…

Ego: Hm?

Ayame: W-why… are you staring at me?

Ego: I'd like a proper explanation.

Ayame: Proper explanation…? Is it… that much of a difference? When I talk to Chise-chan, or Mi-kun… I don't feel any difference. …So I never really thought much about it.

Ego: Huh?

Ayame: U-uh.

Ego: Did you tell anyone in the prison that you're sixteen?

Ayame: I-I don't remember?

Ego: Did you lie about being a high school student too?

Ayame: I'm not lying! I told you I'm simply forgetting. I'm really in high school. I repeated a year once. I don't know where to go to university either.

Now the issue comes into play when it comes to figuring out who she is with.

— R-right… W-well, then, I wouldn't become a sailor if you weren't with me. — I'm definitely way too weak. My job is sitting at home and staring at a PC, you know. — Ehh? You put your efforts down too much. They're walking past the large aquariums. The girl keeps on gazing above her, not looking where they're going; what is the other person’s attention focused on, though, is unknown to her, but she can feel that he's holding her shoulders from behind in case she accidentally trips. If she trips, he would grasp her, helping her stay on her feet; then pull her closer and say she should be more careful, while she's sighing and repeating, I thought I'd really fall! It happened before, she knows. The feeling of the other person’s hands on her shoulders is a reminder that she can endlessly allow herself to be awkward, it's going to be fine.

Given this information it seems to be Toa.

Trial 1 - 007 Voice drama: ".exe"

Ego: Ahem.

Toa: Eh?

Ego: I'm the one who's supposed to lead the interrogation, so please don't talk so much without my command anymore, alright? Thank you.

Toa: W-wah! That's the senpai’s power, I see now… I beg, don't punish me…

Ego: Is this a joke?

Toa: No, no, I'm genuinely an idiot and scared of punishment.

Later in the Voice Drama

Ego: Are you ignoring me?

Toa: You didn't give me a command to talk yet. What unclear instructions!

Ego: As expected.

Toa: But it's okay, you're only a teen doing such a hard job.

Ego: Do you want to witness the senpai’s true power again?

Toa: No, no! I don't know if my heart will survive another time!

Ego: Then kindly stop fooling around.

Toa: It's just the way I am…

Later in the Voice Drama

Toa: Ehh, becoming a murderer at my age would be horrible. And, like, I don't remember killing anyone? That even sounds weird… But I'm not the best of friends, yeah. I thought this would be my crime! Maybe it's somehow connected to the reason I'm here.

Later in the Voice Drama

Ego: What do you write?

Toa: Ack, it's not like stories or anything. I'm not creative in the slightest. It's more similar to a personal diary.

Ego: Are you still writing now that you're in prison?

Toa: Physical notebooks are unsafe to keep, and there are no smartphones, so, no, I don't. Eh, did you want to take a look? There's nothing of interest, no worries.

Ego: Is that so.

Toa: I'm not good at writing. I mean, teachers praise my school essays, but that's it. I'm not particularly good at anything else, either. As I said, my only special skill is being an awful friend!

— Ehh? You put your efforts down too much.

Ego: Crime of… being a bad friend?

Toa: Yeah.

Ego: Would it really… be enough to be locked up in a prison?

Toa: I wonder. Wait, does the Warden-senpai herself think that my imprisonment is unfair?!

Ego: Uhh, for the time being, can you introduce yourself?

Toa: Eh?

Ego: It's one of the necessary questions during interrogation. Actually, we should have started from it.

Toa: Ahh, is that so. I'm not good at talking about myself. It's pretty awkward… But, I'll do my best. I'm 15 years old and studying at school. Umm, what else? Oh, right, my name is Suzuki Toa I guess.

Ego: What are you doing in your free time?

Toa: Hobbies… Well, I mostly hang out with other people from school. But… I guess writing can be considered a hobby of mine?

— Is it okay to take photos here? I want to show it to my friends. — You have a lot of friends, don't you, ▆▆▆▆▆-chan. She freezes with a smartphone in her hand. — I suppose… Why all of a sudden? — I just find it amazing that you get along with so many people. Perhaps it's your natural charm as an idol.

Trial 1 - 007 Memory report

I can smile and throw a peace sign on the school photo, but I’m inexpressive and quiet, someone like this is a perfect listener, so others naturally give their secrets to me.

You're all lucky that I easily forget them, because I couldn't care less, but it's fine, it's a fair trade — tell me anything, just don't ever leave me in solitude.

I'm not liked easily.

— Isn't it not nice that you're chatting with your friends while I'm standing next to you? — Ah! - she raises her head and takes a glimpse of the other person’s pitiable smile, before the phone disappears in the pocket of her small bag decorated with pins and ribbons. — I'm sorry… Letting out an apologizing giggle, the girl grips the other person’s hand and pulls him further, pointing at the waters surrounding them.

Trial 1 - 007 Voice drama: ".exe"

Toa: Fine, fine… Hm-m… I can let people copy my homework, but I can't explain the material to them. I'm not hardworking, so my free hours last the whole day and I'm always ready to spend time together or talk, but whenever I'm present, I can't do anything. I don't know what to say to support the other person, I'm too much of a coward to help, I don't voice out my opinions, the way I express my emotions is weird. There are a lot of things to list. —Ah, I must have said too much. Please forget it. No, although it's not so easy…

Trial 1 - 007 Memory report

The truth is that, I don't hear what I'm saying; because my only purpose is to fill the silence, or because I’m so much, so much afraid, the reality grows unreachably distant…

What is the other person’s attention focused on, though, is unknown to her.

His voice drama and Miku's are the only one's to reference computer terminology. This person seems to be around the same age as Ayame and has difficulty making friends or maintaining relationships. It helps that Miku frankly just isn't tall enough to put a hand around Ayame's shoulder and no one else references computers.

Mumbling “it's fine”, she rotates the phone vertically and continues to look into it, fastly tapping with her fingers, then taking a pause, then tapping again. Sensing that the other visitors are slightly pushing her from behind in the narrow corridor, she makes a step forward, closer to the glass, without a word or additional movement; the sound of bubbles coming from the aquarium must be the only thing in her environment that she’s currently paying actual attention to.

Being suffocated and crushed by a crowd, how much of an acceptable death would that be? - When the classroom gets too empty, I feel anxious. I'd rather die in a crowd collapse. 

If I were to choose what describes me, it'd be a Bystander. - Isn't it not nice that you're chatting with your friends while I'm standing next to you?

Ahh, I hate being called weird. I don't care if people lie to me or use me; but I hate being ignored and pushed away.

Trial 1 - 005 Memory report

I want to talk to someone, though we're in a fight again.

Mhm, I know, if you're a part of my fate, we'll always come back together, so I don't need to worry. Meadow flowers, fluffy clouds covering my head, taking messy photos that only we will keep.

Look, there's a cat!

We exchange cosmetics and aroma candles; of course, bracelets of our colors as well.

The dry scent of summer wraps the girl; she catches a glimpse of a black cat skipping past her and squints in thought.

Trial 1 - 005 Memory report

I'm tired after school, you're busy with the theater club; we'll go out on the weekend, surely… Huh? Wait, I have another audience. Oh, and you need to host a group game…

Trial 1 - 002 Voice drama: "Vers Libre!"

Ego: Group games of this kind are popular as well, right? I don’t remember very well, but I think I had some experience with them at school.

Remi: Yes, yes! I also had, and a lot of it! I was usually the one organizing games at school.

Trial 1 - 005 Memory report

How annoying, I don't care then.

I’m going to be good today. Don't feel and don't show too much, no tears and no requests, smile whenever you're talked to; capricious kids get scolded, patient kids receive a reward at the end of the year — I learned this rule right after my first breath.

Kind of suffocating… Looking up at the white ceiling instead of the star-filled sky, the light barely gets through… How do people write stories? I would like to try my hand at it too. …Hm, but keeping it as a secret would be horrible. Because I'm watched and,

I'm a proper friend—

Trial 1 - 007 Voice drama: ".exe"

Ego: What do you write?

Toa: Ack, it's not like stories or anything. I'm not creative in the slightest. It's more similar to a personal diary.

Ego: Are you still writing now that you're in prison?

Toa: Physical notebooks are unsafe to keep, and there are no smartphones, so, no, I don't.

I'm not good at writing. - As I said, my only special skill is being an awful friend!

Unknown Memory 3: Mint candy

Like with Ayame it's pretty clear that this Unknown Memory is from the perspective of Miku. The one with him is more than likely Hiro considering the description,

I remember people mistook her for a young boy from time to time, so she talked in an especially high-pitched voice while we were there, just to avoid conversations that would last for too long and include too many unnecessary questions.

Also Hiiro's voice drama is literally called Fraud and that's what is currently being committed in this Unknown Memory. Several people are pretending to be family when they're not. That's fraud. It also stands to reason that if they're pretending to be a family and Hiiro is taking the roll of older sister. Than there is a mother and father here.

Something that would take two people who look old enough to have a kid around her age. The only two prisoners fit that age range are-

Kai and Hotaru.

So the other two referred two within in this may be them.

Supporting this idea is the name redacted at the beginning seems to be Kai's surname. The redaction is separated in a way that implies seven letters. The only seven letter name given to us within the cast is Yuunagi. Making it more than likely them being referred to here. Plus, they are around the same age as Hiiro and Hotaru.

All of them doing something like this together would not be surprising to me.

The other name is redacted in a way to imply a five letter name. Which there are no five letter surnames in Tsumigram currently. If it is going by surnames it would make sense if it was Hotaru someone we do not have the legal name of.

As i said earlier just like with Ayame it's easy to infer that this Unknown Memory is from the perspective of Miku,

I hate being treated like some sort of an object that can be easily picked up and moved, but people older than me never listen, so I stayed quiet.

Miku: Stop.

Ego: Ehh, what is wrong?

Miku: Talking to me in such a voice. I'm not an elementary schooler.

Ego: Ah, for sure…

Miku: How old are you?

Ego: Eighteen.

Miku: We are only four years apart. Don't think you're that different from me.

Ego: Got it, got it.

Later in the Voice Drama

Miku: Listen to what I'm saying! I didn't decide for them to die!

Ego: Oh.

Miku: If I could choose, I wouldn't be here! Of course! But I never had a right to choose in my life, ever! I can't make my own decisions because children who disobey have to pay. How could I choose? It's easy for you to talk!

Ego: Um…

Miku: …

Ego: Mi-kun…

Miku: I hate you… I hate people like you. Acting almighty just because someone unknown gave you a little bit of rights. I won't tell you anything. Don't talk to me anymore. Ever again.

— Would you like me to buy you something? I look up, startled. — Huh? — What's so surprising? We can sometimes acquire things through the means that normal people use, you know. — That's not… - I didn't finish, instead making a pouting face. She giggled in response. — Our city rarely get markets as big as this one. Do any of the shops seem interesting? I glanced over the stalls around us. — I want sweets. — It's not very informative, - she laughed again and took a glimpse of the stalls as well. — Let's see… How about candies?

Trial 1 - 008 Memory Report

I will do it.

CAM ▆▆ ▆▆▆▆/▆▆/▆▆ 71:49:▆5:▆▆

He was still learning to live. A bunch of voices nagging and biting; to this day, I don't know how to fill all of their words inside my body, and swallow my tongue as they leave torn marks on my insides.

Let's go.

This someone gripped his hand with almost motherly touch, and he could only look up with a lost sight, hastily shuffling his feet.

I will do it. I'm not that weak.

▆AM ▆▆ ▆▆▆▆/▆▆/▆▆ ▆▆:S▆:▆R:E▆

His mind went blank each time he left the shop, everything before it wiped out; each time, he threw something new into a mush of dark blue and black colors, trying not to bend over from the burning pain in his insides.

If anything, I'll protect you.

Don't loosen your grip.

I stared into the bag for a moment. Then, I gripped it tight and pressed it to my chest, so that no one would steal it from me.

Let's talk about why this person seems to be Hotaru.

That person she mentioned was what could be referred to as a “leader”. He brought new people in, set the mood, decided what we're going to do today, and repeated “we should simply all be friends” if any problems arised; in truth, I never could understand it, simply being friends. There were plenty of those I didn't choose to be friends with. I happened there thanks to him and relied on him to help me a good amount of times, but I couldn't stand his naivety, and we were growing more and more distant. As I preferred to spend time with level-headed people like that girl, at that point I didn't know what words to use when talking to him anymore, and I subconsciously snuggled to her, as if wishing she'd protect me from this half-stranger.

Trial 1 - 001 Memory report

Yeah, maybe if I intervened, they'd go away. But I didn't. I didn't even stop to watch, because I find it boring.

Ahh, right, this is what irritates you so much, I'm soft-hearted.

Do you know my name? Nishiyama Hiiro. (Nine letter surname, five letter first name)

It’s uncomfortable to be remembered, right? I know your faculty, too. 

Because I'm good at remembering things about others. Whenever you all talk behind my back, I remember it.

Ah, I have to go out on this floor.

See you later, young lady. Or do you hate being called that?

Not in particular.

I see. I'm respectful, so I wouldn't refer to you in any way that you hate. It's nice when others are respectful, isn't it?

Ah, she left already.

People mistook her for a young boy from time to time, so she talked in an especially high-pitched voice while we were there, just to avoid conversations that would last for too long and include too many unnecessary questions.

Since the redacted spaces fit with Yuunagi's name just fine and the ones in Hotaru's Memory report align with Hiiro's name. Then the five letters should fit someone else's name as well. More than likely their surname. Since kai's surname was used. The previous redaction also displays that Hotaru and Hiiro more than likely knew each other outside of here.

Well what else proves this is more than likely Hotaru being referred to- For one this line,

I didn't know what words to use when talking to him anymore, and I subconsciously snuggled to her, as if wishing she'd protect me from this half-stranger.

Do you hate being called that? -I wouldn't refer to you in any way that you hate.

— Ah, it seems we can rest for a bit before ▆▆▆▆▆-kun finds us,

I changed my name in papers, but everyone keeps on calling me by the old one. 

Whenever you all talk behind my back, I remember it.

He brought new people in, set the mood, decided what we're going to do today, and repeated “we should simply all be friends” if any problems arised.

Trial 1 - 001 Memory report

Next year I'll do it. This is the worst, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. More than anything I enjoy fitting in. Teamwork was never known to me; this is why I have such a dream. Once I'll do it, I'll become a part of a team. That's for sure. - Ahh, right, this is what irritates you so much, I'm soft-hearted.

From the set up it seems that Miku and at the most three others snuck into this school event for free food. Under this pretense,

They put a tidy school uniform on me so the strangers surrounding us wouldn't suspect anything, and the person who walked around together with me introduced herself as my older sister if asked. She would say we decided to drop by after my classes had ended; because we don't visit events like this very often, and we don't get a chance to spend time together as family very often either. I gripped her hand as hard as I could to not get lost among all the shops. I liked the sound of “older sister”, “family” and “school”.

They enjoy the festival for a bit and then get back to their normal routine. Which seems to be shoplifting generally or bullying others. Though that's all I could really figure out on this front.

That brings us to the fourth one!

Unknown Memory 4: Bandage

Let's introduce the main characters: a boy born in an unlucky place,

Trial 1 - 008 Memory Report

Record no.2

It was a child born in an unlucky place.

and a boy born in an even unluckier one.

Q.1: Do you have a good home life?

Toa: Well, it's not a happy one.

“My friend always brings all the possible things with her, like, aside from napkins…” “…meds, candies, cosmetics, honorable mention: the impossible amount of stationery that you won't ever need on an average day, so on, so on, and all of this is not even for her.” “It's because, if another person needs something, she wants to be able to help at any time in any possible situation.” “I don't get along with others enough. So I don't bring these kinds of things with me.”

Unknown Memory 2: Breeze

— Ah! - she raises her head and takes a glimpse of the other person’s pitiable smile, before the phone disappears in the pocket of her small bag decorated with pins and ribbons.

Trial 1 - 005 Voice drama: "La-la~♪ A Fresh Voice"

Ayame: U-um. I talk to Remi-chan and Chise-chan, but they're so bright and sparkly, I need time to recover alone.

Hm… Toa-kun and Mi-kun are also nice to me, but I can't make myself spend much time with them, for some reason…

Could also be Ego but Ego predominantly writes in notebooks throughout the series,

The boy puts away the pen and leaves the room. She keeps quiet and stares down at her handwriting, crossing out the checkers on the paper; little cute-ish doodles here and there, teachers either don't mind them or have dealt with them already.

Saying teachers don't mind or have dealt with them already implies what she's writing in here is a school book. At some schools teachers have students work out of specific notebooks or designate a notebook for their class that they turn in to be looked over.

Outside of that the imagery for her journal isn't stationary,

It's a bullet journal.

Lastly Ayame is more likely to have tissues as someone trying to become an idol because they sometimes hand them out. Plus as she states,

Trial 1 - 005 Voice drama: "La-la~♪ A Fresh Voice"

Ayame: No— Nothing.

No… I'm going to be an idol, after all. I need to give love and hope no matter what happens. Even only at this last moment… I'll give it to you, Ego-chan.

Delivery from Muku Ayame! Chu~!

“…meds, candies, cosmetics, honorable mention: the impossible amount of stationery that you won't ever need on an average day, so on, so on, and all of this is not even for her.”

Trial 1 - 005 Memory report

We exchange cosmetics and aroma candles; of course, bracelets of our colors as well.

Report on the end of First Trial

Location → a closed room. ← She stated she didn't leave her house often, so must be that. Seems a bit like a hospital room.

“Okay, okay, don't voice it out. Yeah, I do often approach people. Hard to see someone else being in pain. I guess.” “It’s surprising that you don't get along with them, then. I thought everyone loves people who are caring.” … “It's that I never really care enough, I suppose…”

Trial 1 - 007 Voice drama: ".exe"

Toa: Fine, fine… Hm-m… I can let people copy my homework, but I can't explain the material to them. I'm not hardworking, so my free hours last the whole day and I'm always ready to spend time together or talk, but whenever I'm present, I can't do anything. I don't know what to say to support the other person, I'm too much of a coward to help, I don't voice out my opinions, the way I express my emotions is weird. There are a lot of things to list. —Ah, I must have said too much. Please forget it. No, although it's not so easy… Right, you must consider me weird as well, don't you, Warden-senpai.

Later in the Voice Drama

Ego: All of your emotions look a bit exaggerated.

Toa: Well, that's true. No one likes dry people, but when I'm trying to convey my emotions, it looks exaggerated.

Ego: Also, even though you consider yourself "an awful friend", you're being friendly with me.

Toa: Of course, it's nice to be on friendly terms with everyone! It’d be boring otherwise, I think? Being alone is boring.

Okay got stuck went to read the journal.

Report on the end of First Trial

Am still gravely and atrociously stuck. But that's due to the formatting of the words in the last Unknown Memories not the story itself. Sorry Tsumi dyslexia, dyscalculia and my borderline visual processing score is really fucking with this last one. Spacing it out may be helpful.

Right now I'm currently attempting to piece together the order of these events. Along with who's speaking when.

Which I think is intentional given this line,

Though as for their stories, you have to figure them out on your own.

This plays around with time too much to be read in a cohesive way. Hopping between days.

So let's try to figure out who's speaking when. Since it changes up partway through. To get a better idea of that we first need to figure out the perspective character. The perspective character here is Toa.

This is fully written from his pov. This is highlighted through the cadence used throughout. Though this line highlights that the most in my opinion.

No matter how hard he tries to keep the focus on the one he's talking to, he's staring somewhere away, how disgraceful; no need to feel sorry for a person like this. Would you care about excuses if you were ignored?

Trial 1 - 008 Memory Report

For me, you're a face in the crowd For you, I'm the crowd It's time to separate, goodbye, goodbye

“Hey, I don't want to see someone pretty like this crying.”

“I don't want to see you crying”

What? I was told this? I don't remember, nonsense.

“Come on, don't look at me like this.” The older boy lets out a weak, lighthearted laugh, then stops smiling and stares to the side with a detached gaze.

Still, whenever you appear in my sight, I can't help it— Hey… What do you think of this one, hey… Let me just— Detach more and more until it stops hurting— But another kind of pain pierces me, there's really no choice.

I'll wait for eternity, then, I'll come to meet you…

“We aren't friends”

I strangle my own throat, it's not me who is hurting, this pain doesn't belong to me.

“But can't you go with your friends?” “Sure…”

Unknown Memory 2: Breeze

"I just find it amazing that you get along with so many people. Perhaps it's your natural charm as an idol."

“I don't get along with others enough. So I don't bring these kinds of things with me.”

"…Ah. I just noticed. In the end, it's not really my story, is it?"

The world is simple; it's divided into those hurt and those not. I might get pitied, but pity is no compassion; it's a bribe, a payment, an order; even if I’m hurt for a moment as well, there's no story about my pain. I try to create it, but, how trivial — it ends up as a dagger in my body…

I was told, what a weakling. You won't get anywhere in life if you act like this.

It's my own life, though?!

—Despite that I was so obedient… Hey, fix your instructions before blaming me.

Q.5: Are you good at following directions?

Toa: I am. But most people aren't good at providing correct guidelines- So, for them it seems that I'm not.

Q.17: Feelings on authorities?

Toa: They give the most unclear directions and get the most angry when you fail to guess their thoughts. It’s a pain.

“I told you about this last week.” “Sorry!”

Trial 1 - 007 Voice drama: ".exe"

Ego: Oh, another writer.

Toa: A-another?

Ego: Remi-chan is a writer too. Did you not know? She seems to be pretty, eh… expressive about her skills in poetry.

Toa: Remi… Remi-chan… I think I remember something— about her poetry… Probably, she must have mentioned it…

Report on the end of First Trial

Memory problems.

Trial 1 - 007 Memory report

I’m sorry for being so weird, and not even capable of being useful. I’m sorry, please forget it for my sake.

Soon, I will forget it too — barely living through this body, only the rushed notes will remind.

Q.14: What are the qualities you look for in a friend?

Toa: It's enough if they let me be useful to them.

Miku: Reliability.

Miku is probably the one speaking first here. Since we know that Toa has a bad memory.

“Hey… I'll stay here with you. No need to go there. Alright? It's going to be okay.” “Even— Even if it means skipping classes! We can rest here until we're found.” “Just don't hurt yourself anymore.” If it's this kind of story, I don't want to be a part of it at all—

This pain doesn't belong to me - This is not my pain.

Trial 1 - 007 Memory report

I'm always late for an hour, I barely bring my homework and don't even bother changing my clothes when coming home; but, if you ask me to do anything, I'll do it — if you ask me to say something, I'll repeat word-by-word.

Just be sure to make clear instructions… Otherwise I can't figure out what you want.

Trial 1 - 008 Memory Report

I will I will do it I    do it   I will. I will do it. This is not my pain. Give me XXX XXXXX I I I ▆i▆▆ d▆ ▆t Please wake up soonWake up before you can remember With hands full of blood and a cowardly heart FreakYou couldn't do it in the end 

Redacted- I will do it.

Freak. You couldn't do it in the end.

Ahh, I hate being called weird. I don't care if people lie to me or use me; but I hate being ignored and pushed away.

Hey… What do you think of this one, hey… Let me just— Detach more and more until it stops hurting— 

But another kind of pain pierces me, there's really no choice. - it ends up as a dagger in my body…

Q.19: Was it your fault?

Toa: It must be my fault that I'm a bad friend, but it doesn't mean that everyone else is a good one.

Miku: No.

Tsumi are you trying to kill me specifically? Is this timed you know how to use a queue and schedule better than me. So i have to assume my timing is just fucking rancid. Okay here we go-

Unknown Memory 5: Ribbon

So this is Remi and Kai. Remi is the only one with pigtails in Tsumigram where it would need to be taken down to do braids or know the length.

Outside of that this Unknown Memory states,

— You're so complicated. — It's because I'm not a middle schooler. — Stop! — Huh? I'm not wrong though.

Star brought up how in Remi's birthday art even in the younger photo behind her she still has pigtails as well.

Report on the end of First Trial

Afraid of rejection and isolation, wants to be important.

Wants to be close to others yet keep them at an arm’s length. The feeling of distance, coldness.

— Isn't this ribbon similar to the red thread of fate? No way. — So if we wrap it around our pinkies, it's like we’re bound forever. This is too much. — No, it's stupid. — Hey!

Trial 1 - 004 Memory report

"I met someone I could care about."

Ah, how sickening, how sickening, though it's the only thing that gives me purpose. Isn't it disgusting? The feeling of liking someone. All the wrong times and wrong places are a matter of pure randomness; the human need to be glued to whoever one sees makes me wish to throw up, I avert my eyes and cover my mouth, shut up, no more, no words of ▆▆▆▆!

Redacted- Shut up, no more, no words of love.

Trial 1 - 004 Memory report

Closeness?

Physical distance? Love? Trust? Vulnerability? Those who were once close may no longer be, even though they know all about you?

— I don't believe in fate. Any relationship is just a matter of chance.

Trial 1 - 004 Memory report

I tell ▆▆▆ to stop coming to my school, but again, we have to meet here. Others are giving me weird glances; of course, it's hard for me to talk to them, I stumble and go silent, yet I hang out with someone like this. I don't want to… But you do not really…

It must look weird as hell. Ah, I know— The confused glances that people give me when I'm leaving school. How difficult.

Trial 1 - 002 Memory report

It hurts, you laugh at my poetry, it hurts even more; you say we're not friends, once again, and I make a story about an abandoned sea.

Please don't ever leave. Why is this promise so hard to make? If you don't want to leave, then why?

You always talk as if no opinion but yours exists; no wonder that everyone considers you pushy and doesn't dare to even utter a word against. — That said, I would still like to stay with others forever. The birds are chirping behind our backs. — This is the hardest part. If you want to stay forever with someone while not being bound together, you have to always work for it. I wonder when the sun will start setting.

Report on the end of First Trial

004

Rude and closed off. Fear of separation, betrayal and change. Hates fake people. Doesn't want to get close to others, but doesn't want to be left alone.

Right, it must look weird as hell, how difficult… I don't understand how to live my life very well, so I’m wasting my time on things I can't get… Not looking at her, I push the red ribbon back in her hands.

Trial 1 - 004 Memory report

Now, I'm one of those who shouldn't take on things if they don't know how to do them.

Closeness? Physical distance? Love? Trust? Vulnerability? - Closeness never matters; they switch their opinions in an instant, and always, always, always, always choose someone else instead.

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hey i saw stuff about ur asau (hermit!yusuke is perfect and kitteh ann is the fluffiest little baby and i love her) and i just wanted to ask if you have the other arcanas planned? is it a direct one to one swap or is it different?

omg. ty for giving us a chance to introduce

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@floodbender’s and mine roleswap au in which the story roles are remixed based on randomly reassigned arcanas + canon backgrounds

it’s kind of a work in progress so this is not q definitive & some arcs are less developed than others, but we do in fact have something planned for everyone :3c let's meet the cast!!

starting with <3 bitter bitch besties <3

○ the fool – akechi

he has pretty much the same backstory as canon, but without Metaverse access; therefore his only outlet has been trying to prove himself academically etc. to show them all

it isn’t really working. even with all the effort, he still gets written off automatically most of the time

there is no arrest/probation/anything out of the ordinary that brings him to staying with Sojiro and going to Shujin, just a last minute arrangement by his previous foster placement 

Akechi POV: you’ve been booted from a family who didn’t want you there for the n-th time in your life and are now moving to stay with some rando who doesn’t want you there either. and everyone at the new school immediately labels you a troublemaker with a problematic background

(of course Shujin is going to make up rumors regardless)

personality-wise, it is as you might expect from a no powers AU Akechi - at the start he’s a bitter, cynical bastard masking behind his Pleasant Boy mode

would have eventually snapped in some self-destructive way if he didn’t meet someone who gets it

rest of the story is spent rehabilitating this man with the power of friendship, mutual understanding, and insane romance. and flufy kity

akechi and makoto: the world is a cruel and unjust place. *minutes later* omg lady ann!!!

i. the magician – ann

flufy kity

backstory inherent to the arcana role

she does not have hang ups about not being human specifically and embraces cathood quite well

instead her issues stem from feelings of comparative inadequacy and not knowing what her role in life and on the team is supposed to be, especially after the PTs get a dedicated navigator

similar to her canon arc, she does mostly handle these feelings by focusing on trying harder & with more purpose rather than growing resentful

when Morgana coined the ‘Lady Ann’ nickname it stuck and now everyone calls her that

still has a widdle crush on Shiho

the only reason Akechi has any side confidants

vii. the chariot – makoto

Makoto handles pressure from Sae far worse in this one

attempted to investigate and expose Kamoshida’s behavior on her own last year and got kicked off the student council for her trouble

grades are suddenly hard to keep up even though she’s putting in the same amount of effort if not more. keeps being left ‘accidentally’ out of the loop about important info. school just kind of making it clear it doesn’t like her anymore

entire social circle crumbled and no support from Sae who at this point is simply mad at her for ‘sabotaging herself for childish reasons’ 

would have eventually snapped in some self-destructive way if she didn’t meet someone who gets it

disillusioned, desperately lonely, and stewing in a lot of suppressed rage

in light of this it’s not surprising that she and Akechi end up bonding pretty much right away in spite of his typically raised hackles

used to be friends with Haru in middle school

vi. the lovers – haru

while Okumura still has a Palace, his behaviour towards Haru is more distant and less outright abusive, and she does not have an engagement hanging over her

instead Kamoshida creeps on her, fixated on adding a demure chaebol princess to his conquests 

Haru’s having trouble rebuffing him as she has issues setting down boundaries with men in general due to her proper upbringing, and is of course scared of his position of authority

in particular, the rooftop garden becomes a hazard for being cornered instead of a sanctuary; 

(fortunately it is also a prime place to be overheard by anyone who's heading up there for definitely not a teen vigilante meeting)

Kamoshida lets out that Haru is the Okumura Foods heiress, which makes her seem like a stuck-up rich princess to the Shujin rumor mill and leaves her ostracized

with regards to Makoto: in Shujin Kamoshida Issues forced them to drift apart, and now, even though both of them want to reignite the middle school friendship, each is reluctant to involve the other in her own respective mess via association

(pictured: childhood friend matching bwacelets)

after that is sorted, they reconnect and begin a prolonged awkward romance dance

(meanwhile the rumor mill is busy debating which one of them is dating Akechi)

iv. the emperor – joker ren akira

legal name, under which he is mildly famous, is Ren Amamiya, actual name he goes by is Akira

for these claiming your chosen identity reasons, his codename is Daybreak :)

his parents are both in the entertainment industry, and the second Palace belongs to his father

Dad Amamiya is a formerly acclaimed, currently washed-up movie director. a nightmare to work with who uses his old connections to run people he doesn’t like out of the industry and ruin their careers

his wife is aware of his transgressions but is too attached to the lifestyle to care 

to Akira’s parents, he is more or less a prop in their public performance as a happy picture-perfect celebrity couple; in his father’s Palace, his cognition is played by an actor

he had long since learned that going against his parents achieves nothing, and has been going through the motions keeping his head down until he meets the team

the meeting is a chance encounter prompted by Emperor-typical  overwhelming fascination with Ann, which in his case is because he’s That Much Of A Cat Person 

rest of his arc is about separating himself from his parents’ legacy as somebody who still wishes to pursue a career in entertainment

ii. the high priestess – morgana

he has Ann’s parents and last name since she doesn’t need them anymore

unlike her, he doesn’t handle their constant absence well and is therefore desperate for the Thieves’ companionship (while being just as tsundere about it in human form as he is in canon)

he kickstarts the Kaneshiro plot despite not being on the student council: since he is a very special smart boy, he can absolutely solve Shujin’s mafia crisis all by himself!

(it is probably rather obvious how well this goes)

his arc is a more mundane version of his canon one about recalibrating the self-worth issues and loneliness until he can be comfortable with himself and his place in the group

his awkward crush here is converted into being an even bigger Ann Stan than the rest of them

still besties with Akira. also perpetual ninth wheel

ix. the hermit – yusuke

Madarame does not have a Palace

without the international recognition from stealing Kitagawa-san’s masterwork he has to subsist on smaller-time forgery and predatory contracts and the like

his main victim is Yusuke’s mom, who lived long enough to start actually raising her son, but her poor health made her the perfect exploitable dependant 

after she succumbs to her illness, Madarame proceeds to take his frustrations over losing the convenient setup out on Yusuke in his typical insidious way

over the subsequent years trapped in an abusive living situation you’re told to be grateful for, the comments about how she would have lived longer and created masterpieces if she didn’t have to take care of you accumulate to create the most depressed teenage boy in the world

as far as Madarame’s concerned, if Yusuke’s too miserable to keep up with his schoolwork, it’s just another instance of him being a drain on everyone in his life. Madarame’s not going to cater to him and pay for his scholarship – he can just stay in and keep house, if that’s all he’s good for

that leaves Yusuke just listlessly haunting the place, convinced that all he can really do with his life is wait to die and go to hell for the sin of being himself: he sees his life with Madarame as perpetual penitence for his mother’s death, his work as almost ritual sacrifices to appease him, and the shack as his purgatory [--beginning navigation]

his Palace is stylistically themed after the Shinto Yomi with more general underworld theming as well; cognitive Madarame is of course the final boss, although he only drops the benevolent underworld guide pretence once thoroughly provoked

the gang finds out about All This after a series of Mementos requests from Madarame’s latest underpaid helper

post change of heart we’re getting Yusuke the fuuuck out of there

Sojiro ends up taking him in, first temporarily and then permanently

neither of us has the vocabulary to concisely explain the respective holes in their heads this Yusuke and this Akechi have about each other

team navigator. please take a moment to imagine yusukespeak navigator lines

iii. the empress – sumire

the Okumura setup is still happening (sorry Haru), but the PTs recognize it as bait and stay away, instead ending up doing a different palace entirely

the Palace Ruler for this arc is the Yoshizawas’ abusive coach (not the one from Sumire’s confidant)

a classic unethical teen sports situation with disproportionate pressure and a concerning disregard of their physical and mental wellbeing as long as they Get Results tm

neither of the sisters is good at standing up for herself, which in Kasumi’s case spirals into continuous self-denial for the sake of The Sport and in Sumire’s exacerbates her feelings of inadequacy

at the moment Kasumi is being pushed to compete despite an injury which would put her out of commission, which is the deadline/reasoning to deal with this ASAP

the palace theme is Colosseum/gladiatorial arena, with the implication of entertainment of the masses at the expense of the athletes’ lives

(pictured gladiator!cogsumi)

xi. justice – ryuji

Ryuji is the one to get slapped with the arrest record courtesy of Shido in this one

the consequences for a 14yo on scholarship and with no support system outside of his mom (except he just feels guilty about creating problems for her) are predictably devastating 

he winds up at Shido’s Palace afterwards by accident while loitering around the Diet building, which is where his awakening happens

he’s spotted entering or exiting the Metaverse, which leads to Shido making him the job offer he cannot refuse

initially framed as “help with secret research” in exchange for erasing his record and bankrolling opportunities for a sports career, but it’s not like there are any easy ways out once the requests starts getting seedier

he’s just the Metaverse assassin/errand boy for the conspiracy, no astroturfed public persona

to an extent Ryuji convinces himself this is for the best since many of his targets do very much have it coming and it’s AN outlet for letting out some steam over the bleak as shit view of society he now has, but ultimately this arrangement and all the murder involved make him utterly miserable, and on a level he understands this is not going to end well for him

gives himself away to the Phantom Thieves early and in the dumbest way possible

for all the above reasons, he’s not at all hard to persuade to switch sides and start double-agenting

did you guess who’s faith no you didn’t

○ faith – hifumi

we just really like hifumi so she’s included

at first her deal is a toned down version of her canon arc, with her mom pushing her towards an idol-like career based off of shogi. then her father actually dies

mom’s grief response is to lean in further into building her career, thinking that this is what her dad would have wanted; Hifumi’s own grief response is to start crumbling under that pressure until “I wish I could just be the person my mother wants to see” is the prevailing sentiment

this is where Maruki’s unethical therapy comes in and actualizes her into the perfect teenage celebrity personality

thirdsem Hifumi is terrified she will never be enough as herself and it takes the team effort to get her to let go of the idol persona, but conveniently there are SO many people with parent issues here to talk to her about it .

bonus: xvii. the star – futaba

Wakaba survives the assassination attempt, but is left unable to continue her scientific work, igniting Futaba’s interest in researching the topic herself

her confidant’s Mementos quest block is still her uncle, who is not as horrifically abusive, but treats them poorly and demands Futaba reimburses him for taking care of them financially

Sojiro is still a pseudo-parental figure in her life, but his role is limited since he cannot insert himself into the situation without permission and Futaba conceals the extent of it from him

she becomes available as a confidant during Yusuke’s arc, which still overlaps with the Medjed crisis

her fixation with cognitive pscience leads to digging into the Phantom Thieves leads to offering to deal with Medjed for them – but only if they prove themselves to her by sorting out a specific request that hit a little close to home. cue Yusuke arc

from then on she’s their tech guy

and that's everyone ✧∘* thank you so much for expressing interest and thank you @floodbender for cowriting this post with me ♡

[melverie]

⸺ LESSON 2 ⸺

Solomon

Barbatos

Solomon & Barbatos

demons & angels (& humans)

strange feelings & soup

misc

- lesson 1 || lesson 3 || all posts so far -

Please share your thoughts (if you want to lol)!! General spoiler warning for all of Obey Me Nightbringer, as well as for the original Obey Me

⸺ SOLOMON ⸺

Solomon essentially is the reason Leviathan got tot keep Henry 1.0 since Solomon is the one who shrunk him [2-1]

he's also the one who--completely unprompted--brought up Cerberus' existence and that taming him would grant you the title of 'Ruler of the Underworld' [2-1; pic below], which we know the brothers to hold by the time of the OG -> interesting how Solomon basically sets up the events in a way that allows them to eventually play out like they did in the future tho. Iirc we see it happen a few more times throughout the story

happened in 1-12 as well, but Solomon once again talks about the people around you not remembering who you are and how that hurts [2-3]. Not sure if this is him empathizing with MC or if this is alluding to something else... -> he also hopes that MC and the brothers will grow closer again soon [2-3]

Solomon switches to his human world look [2-9 + lesson 2 hard mode]

⸺ BARBATOS ⸺

Barbatos doesn't seem to know who MC is upon their first meeting [2-13]

he also seems surprised when he learns that MC is Solomon's apprentice [2-13], though I'm probably reading too much into this

he gives MC and Mammon the job at the castle regardless if they get any of the questions right or not [2-15]. Tbh it's probably just to keep the plot moving, but I'm slightly suspicious of him regardless...

⸺ DEMONS & ANGELS (& HUMANS) ⸺

more instances mentioned of the brothers being cast out because they are fallen angels [2-6]

Cerberus is also known in the Celestial Realm [2-8; pic below]

Mammon gives us a few insights into how being a guardian angels as well as forging pacts works [2-9; pic below]

Few things I want to point out here:

1. "To a demon, makin' a pact is like handing over control of your life to someone else, right?" Not entirely true. While the demon does give up a certain amount of control over themself to the human they've forged a pact with, there are certain limitations, such as:

you use a substantial amount of magical power while controlling several demons at once, so by that logic you probably also need some when commanding just one demon. Additionally, you might mot be able to command one in the first place if you have little to no magical power in the first place

you need to keep a clear head when giving a command, otherwise the demon can just break free from its hold. We see this at the end of season 2 when Lucifer is not affected by the 'stay' command because MC isn't thinking clearly

demons aren't forced to act out commands that go against their pact(s). Beel explains this back in the OG's season 1 when Luke accidentally gets ahold of the brothers' grimoire

2. "It's pretty much the same as when an angel decides to be a guardian to a human." Does that imply angels hand over control over themselves when becoming a guardian angel? Interesting 3. "An angel's only gonna pick one person to protect, and that's it. Just one, for all time." MC's just keeping all the guardian angels for themself then since Luke and Simeon have both expressed the desire to be MC's guardian angels, and I'm pretty sure Raphael is eventually going to follow suit lol

⸺ SOLOMON & BARBATOS ⸺

the second Solomon is mentioned Barbatos makes it very clear that he is absolutely not fond of him. Mammon points out that he finds Barbatos reaction a little strange since they have a pact and whatnot, but Barbatos dismisses it [2-13] -> side note but I just remembered how surprised Diavolo was when he heard MC was Solomon's apprentice. Then there's also that one throwaway line in the OG of Solomon's apprentice betraying him. I really hope those things don't have anything to do with each other tho...

⸺ STRANGE FEELINGS & SOUP ⸺

Solomon points out that the bonds MC shares with the others extend across time [2-3]. All hail the Time Soup!

Mammon already has feelings for MC [2-9] but we also know how fast he fell for MC in the OG, so it's not really all that unusal

this has happened in 1-12 as well [first pic below], but the word 'present' is once again written in quotation marks [lesson 2 hard mode; second pic below]. Might be because of the entire time soup thing, but it's weird nonetheless

⸺ MISC ⸺

Levi would love you if you were a worm 💖 [2-1]

the brothers' qualities as Avatars are starting to manifest more and more [2-A]. Not sure if this is meant to say that it took this long to happen/it took MC to show up, or if they just took this long to realize it happening

Mammon explains that demons can't forge pacts with other demons [2-9], so Solomon offically beat the demon allegations!! -> ......or did he. Because Mammon then goes on to say this [2-9; pic below]. Though to be fair this was probably just meant as a plot device to built tension since MC would have to reveal they are human before they could forge any pacts with the bros. Could also have been a small nod at Mephisto's powers later on

Mammon never was a guardian angel to anyone [2-11]

while shopping MC spots a book that they think might be precious, but Solomon claims that it isn't a grimoire since you wouldn't find a demon's lifeline in a place like this [lesson 2 hard mode]. Weird that it was brought up at all, but I'm guessing it was meant as a setup for later in the season