#who would input all the info for her

[lucanderie]

Still need to mull this over some more, but it's very intriguing how much player-defying Kris proves themselves physically capable of this chapter.

They maliciously comply with our exact wording when asked to turn a doorknob. They cover their mouth midway through a sentence. When asked to say Berdly's name, they repeat themselves loudly in shock. They do PLENTY of physical actions or gestures unprompted, such as kneeling down and touching Ralsei when only prompted to talk, pushing Susie out of harm's way for the second time, giving her their knife with a flourish, laughing or nodding to clarify a statement... as well as their unprompted hijinks at the church. They act by themselves both in the spur of the moment and premeditated, in both low-stakes interactions and highly emotional, instinctive reactions. It seems like they're capable of doing any emoting, physical gesturing, or creative prompt interpretations they so desire apart from a) speaking, b) when directly commanded to do something else and c) in many weird route sequences (will circle back to this). They know entire commands word for word before they execute them, and they are aware enough of the fact that we have goals and what those goals may be to actively conspire against us. Kris knows our "rules".

This is extremely interesting because we saw very little of this in the previous chapters- leading us to believe Kris had basically zero input on Dark-World happenings, and had less understanding of their own situation then say, Ralsei did. But here, Kris isn't just getting more clever about or more accustomed to defying us- they're proving progressively more capable of just doing things of their own volition that any possessed kid who was randomly dropped into this situation with no warning or context would not wait two days to try.

Combined with the fact that from the beginning, they defy us to limit what we see long before they defy what we actually force them to do, (even when they clearly don't like doing it!), and that there's precedent for a character's mindset determining the player's level of control with Susie, it's seeming more and more like Kris is purposefully limiting themselves in earlier chapters. They have a vested interest in "playing the part", coming across to either us or someone else like they have less agency than they do, and they get progressively more open about the amount of defiance that they are capable of.

This is just, a fascinating jump in Kris's amount of agency! At the very least, they may know a similar amount of meta-info to even Ralsei. It changes some of their earlier actions from purely-forced to compliant. And there's a lot of (non-evil, you guys) reasons they would do this- they're probably at least, (at this point), afraid of some kind of retribution from us or their co-conspirators. They want to stay ahead of us by hiding their agency, they may not be comfortable enough with themselves to show express in certain instances... And this changes their defiant actions from things that they are allowed to do into things they are willing to risk doing- saving Susie twice, not hurting Ralsei's feelings, comforting Noelle, slorking down those juice cups like they're NOTHING- all little risks they're willing to take.

This just leaves the weird route- which may either be a route where the player simply gains more control over Kris, or maybe the "proceed" commands could be more general and therefore more inclusive. Or Kris could be initially, willing to play along with freezing the Darkners in order to achieve their goal, to bide their time, and once they realize how fucked up we can get it's too late.

I don't know. I'm definitely missing things, but I just love how much more Kris we have and are eventually going to get.

[tinyluvs]

imagine dating spencer and you come to visit or something and make him so distracted that he literally can’t info dump on something and the rest of the team is just shocked

yes yes, a hundred times yes 🤭 thank you so much!

catching a glimpse of yourself in the elevator mirror was the last thing you needed right now. you were covered in paint, your dungarees showing up every coloured streak and hand print against the light denim. you're sure there's paint in your hair but you don't have time to dwell on it, you're late

you'd got stressed, painting your boyfriends apartment on your own, lost track of time and then didn't have the time to change before running out of the apartment, just about managing to remember to grab yours and spencer's lunch on the way

"i'm so sorry i'm late," you sigh and frown as you rush through the bullpen to the collection of desks you're oh so familiar with, "please excuse the state of me,"

spencer turns at the sound of your voice, "hi sweetheart," he hums, looking up at you just as you dip to kiss him quickly before pushing the bag of food onto his lap

"hey," you smile softly at your boyfriend before turning to his colleagues, "hey guys, how are we all?" you ask, getting a mixed bunch of replies back

"how's painting?" derek laughs, looking at your appearance and the state of your clothes

you slide onto spencer's desk, pulling your legs up to sit cross legged, "standing six feet up a ladder trying to hold a tray of paint and a brush is hard, i've nearly fallen off twice," you huff,

spencer hands you the sandwich he knows is yours and then seemingly looks at you properly for the first time since you've been there, "hey," he says, almost breathlessly

"hello?" you question, head tilting slightly, "you've already said hi," you say, looking at emily and jj who just snicker and shrug their shoulders but spencer doesn't reply, "oh before i forget!"

your boyfriend watches you carefully as you produce a piece of paper from the tiny pocket on the front of your dungarees, flapping it around to unfold it, your other hand busy clutching your food

"the living room is next, i need to know how much paint to buy," you explain, handing the paper to him, "the cans are one litre or five litres, i can't figure it out"

truth be told you hadn't bothered to try and work it out, knowing spencer would be able to reel off the answer like it's nothing, naturally, he knew the exact measurements of every wall in his house

the boy stares up at you blankly, big brown eyes soft and sparkly. your cheeks heat up under his gaze, your eyebrows raising slightly, "spence?" you nudge him with your knee

he jumps ever so slightly, his head shaking a bit, "hmm?" he asks before only just registering you've handed him something, his eyes scan over it, "oh!" he blushes, turning his chair to face his desk

"what colour are you doing the living room?" jj asks while she stabs at her salad like it's offending her. you'd consulted the girls with all of the decorating developments.

"a light brown i think, we have so much to hang on the walls," you pause to swallow, "so something neutral," you finish with a slight nod

a door opening to your side grabs your attention, aaron coming out of his office with his lunch. he comes down into the bullpen, sitting on the edge of emily's desk, "the paint fighting back?" he asks you, slight smile creeping over his face

you roll your eyes at him, playfully, while the other laugh at your expense, "very funny but i don't see any of you offering to help"

penelope scoffs, "actually, i did" and she was right, however her idea of getting wine drunk and decorating had been quickly shut down by spencer, the only input he's actually offered up in the whole process

giggling, you turn back to your boyfriend who's been far too quiet, "boy wonder?" you say gently, pushing your fingers through his hair, "got an answer for me?"

usually he would have an answer within seconds, his minutes of silence making you frown, he turns to you with the same frown painted across his face, "i don't know," he says

people around you gasp, loudly too, "what do you mean, you don't know?" emily almost chokes on her lunch, sitting forward to gawp at the boy

"i do not know how much paint we need" he confirms

derek scrambles, pulling his phone out of his pocket, "say it again, i need record of this moment" he pleads while garcia smacks him

"well there's a first," david says, wandering over after hearing spencer say i don't know for possibly the first time, ever

your boy stares at the paper in his hand and then up at you, confused, "i have to go and work it out, excuse me" he says, rushed, as he stands and takes off towards circle table room

after a moment of shocked silence you turn to the team who are all staring directly at you, "i'll go check on him, i wonder what's wrong?" you say to no one in particular as you hop off of the desk

"i think i know," jj sing songs and the others hum in agreement as you hop up the stairs and along the walkway into the room.

when you get into the room spencer is stood in front of the biggest whiteboard you've possibly ever seen, marker in hand though the board is still empty of his handwriting

"spence? angel?" you say quietly, staring at his back as he starts to write the measurements of the walls in his living room, "everything alright?"

he hums, not turning to look at you as he continues to work through the problem, "yeah, fine, just can't think properly when you're around," he admits, "not when you look like that," he turns slightly to look at you

"oh, do you want me to leave?" you're sad, its obvious in your voice. nervously you start fiddling with the sleeves of your sweatshirt

your boyfriend gasps, "no, no, honey that's not what i meant!" he says, holding his arm out. you slide into the space, head resting on his shoulder, "you're so beautiful and i love you so much, so so much, my brain just switches off when you’re around"

"really?" you giggle, looking up at him. he hums and nods his head, a light blush rushes up his neck before taking over his cheeks, "i love you too,"

he's taller than you, forcing you onto your tip toes to kiss him, not caring when someone, emily, whoops from the bullpen. gentle hands squeeze at your waist, while you hold his face with one hand, the other resting on his shoulder

"three litres," spencer mumbles against your mouth, you pull away with a sight hum, forgetting what you'd asked of him, "you need three but it's cheaper to just buy five and have left over, now come back" he huffs, his arm wrapping tighter around you to pull you back in for another kiss

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❥ spencer reid masterlist !!

[momoswifee]

Love Bites - Hirai Momo

Pairing: Vampire!Momo x Reader

Synopsis: During the rain, your car breaks down. Good thing Momo seems to find you and offers her assistance!

Warnings: violence at the end, kind of gore-y since she's a vampire but nothing too explicit, some fluff, tried to make this spooky cuz Halloween but I'm not too sure, alcoholic drinks, kind of stalker behavior, biting, and it is suggestive.

w/c: 3878

a/n: Halloween fic!! I hope you guys like it! I always appreciate the input so feel free to give some!

Mainly doing this for @cry4mina cuz of her vampire fic so yeah (I kinda wanna do a part 2 cuz I really liked this and I honestly didn't do this justice, so maybe I'll rewrite this and give more info and expand the story later ^^)

You loved the rain. The sound of it, the smell that lingered in the air, it was all very comforting to you. You even liked to go for short drives while it rained, not a lot of people were in the streets, so it was very peaceful. Tonight, you should’ve gone against all of these thoughts and just stayed home. 

You had moved to a quieter town recently. Your job had been demanding, and you just needed a break from all the noise. Since it was raining, you decided to go on your little drives while it rained. It quickly proved to be a terrible idea when your car decided to stop working as you were nearing the lake, no houses, no people nearby to help. 

“Come on…” You say to yourself as you try calling the local mechanic, to no avail of course, since there was almost no signal. 

After about 20 minutes, you notice that the light rain had started to pick up and walking back to town was no longer an option. 

To your surprise, you notice a flash of headlights coming through your car, there was someone out there. 

You quickly get out of the car to signal your presence, not even caring about getting wet. Once the car stopped, you notice who it was from, and you wonder if it was smart of you to get out of the car so fast. 

“Miss L/n?” Momo asks surprised, not used to seeing people that far from the town on rainy days like these. 

Momo was from a family that had lived in that town for generations, but unfortunately, only she was left now. She was more of a loner, always in her own world, going to the city from time to time, but spending the majority of her time at her house by the lake. You didn’t know what she did for a living, but always just assumed that she was either very well off or had a job that she could do from home. 

It’s not that you were afraid of her, of course not. She had always smiled at you ever since you had moved into town and coincidentally happen to see her in the supermarket. You were just a little put off by her presence, you don’t really know how to explain it. 

Kids around town would tell stories about the Hirai family, how they never seemed to age and then suddenly disappeared. Silly ideas that they were supernatural, the most famous amongst them being that they were vampires. They could pass for it, with their perfect pale skin, almost shining when the light would hit them. 

“Is everything ok?” She steps out of the car, umbrella in her hand, quickly going to your side to shield you from the water. 

After hearing about what had happened she quickly offers to look at the car, with no success. It was very kind of her, bus she didn’t seem like the type who would know about cars. So instead, you let her drive you to her place, since it was already getting dark and the light rain seemed like it was turning into a storm. 

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Momo was sweet, she tried to make conversation, maybe ease you into her presence. You weren’t sure of what to say, so at a certain point, she kind of just gave up and put on some music. 

Once you arrived at her house, she ushered you inside, not wanting you to get wet, and as soon as you had stepped inside, she was already handing you a towel for you to dry off. You couldn’t help but almost swoon at her considerate actions. 

“I know it’s a little weird to invite you to stay over like, this but it really seems like a storm is coming, I’m not sure if it would be safe for me to drive you home like this…” The older girl says as she sits next to you, putting the tea on the table. 

“I really appreciate you doing that, I was contemplating walking until I saw a car or even reached home, but I’m glad you saw me before I started walking,” You interrupt her softly, not wanting her to feel any type of negative emotion after taking you in and saving you from your precarious situation. “It was really nice of you to offer me to stay here.”

You both sit in silence, watching the drops of water fall into the river situated almost right in front of her house. It was beautiful. The whole setting brought you comfort, the cracking of the wood in the (seemingly) unused fireplace, the dim warm lighting, the view to the lake surrounded by the dark green vegetation… It was nice. 

As dinner approached, Momo volunteered to cook for you, you almost begged to help her, but she politely declined, saying that if you wanted you could set the table. Once she had brought out the food you saw that she didn’t have a plate, she claimed to not be hungry, that she had eaten plenty already. 

During dinner, you had learned that her older sister lived in a more rural area and didn’t visit much, same as her parents. She worked a finance job that allowed her to stay at home, that being the reason she wasn’t seen getting out of the town as much. As she kept talking about herself, you felt more at ease, she was calm and that was transferred to you as well. 

You told her about your previous job in the big city, how it had worn you down. You expressed your love for baking, how you were so happy to have had opened one in town. She listened attentive, promising to visit you sometime, telling you how much she loved to eat. 

It was getting late. The storm had quieted down and Momo had offered her bedroom for you to sleep in. She would’ve offered the guest bedroom, but it was up for renovation, she was worried that the smell of paint would be too much. You obviously declined, saying you had taken too much, you would gladly sleep on the couch. 

You were suddenly woken up by a slight bang and a little groan of annoyance. You lift up your head, vision still hazy from sleep and see Momo, towering over you, her eyes golden and with something dripping from her chin? Her features are sharper, she looks hungry. 

“Momo?” 

“Shh, it’s nothing, I just banged my knee when I was going to close the window, the wind got it open, you can keep sleeping…” she quickly says, looking away from you, with a tone so soft that it lured back to sleep almost instantly. 

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Although Momo’s couch was big (and expensive) you woke up sore. Your body hurt in weird places, like your nape, the back of your arm, weird unsuspecting places. 

“The sky has cleared up, I can give you a ride whenever you’re ready.” You almost Jump out of your skin, you didn’t even hear her coming. “I’ve already called the mechanic and told him about the car.” She continues, with a small smile on her face once she notices she had scared you. 

Her face is soft, contrary to your previous encounter. Her eye were no longer that striking golden shade, but her normal sweet brown. Maybe you had dreamt it. 

You started to notice that every time you were close, her touch would linger longer. She would give you a cup of tea and her fingers would brush yours, once she was out the door to take you home, her hand sneaked up to your lower back, guiding you to the car, to which she opened the door and closed it gently as if not to startle you. This kindness was not something unusual, but it seemed like it had grown from an interaction that you were not a part of. 

“If you ever need something, don’t hesitate to call,” Momo says as she walks you to your door. “I really liked having you over, I hope we can get to know each other more in the future.” She offered you a shy smile, and quickly looked away, as if she was blushing, but you didn’t see a speck of the usual pink-ish hue come into her face. 

After biding your goodbyes, thanking her and making her promise to visit you at work, you went inside, anxious to see what was up with your body, checking to see why it hurt so much. As soon as you were in front of the mirror, you pulled your hair up and turned your neck as far as possible, trying to see if there was anything there. The only thing you saw was a little bruise, almost the size of a little caramel, nothing to worry about. The same was on your arm, just a tiny bruise. You figured it must have been your clumsiness around the kitchen. 

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Some time went by, and you started seeing Momo around a lot more. She would sometimes come around your work, playfully begging for some of your baked goods, sometimes you would just be closing up and she would magically be passing by and accompany you to your car or even home. 

Every time you were together her hands you find your skin, she would trace your skin, almost tickling you from how light her touch was. Her hands were always cold, you weren’t exactly used to it, you were known to be a warm-blooded person, but you still welcomed her freezing touch every time, at a certain point longing for it. 

You had gone to her place once again, since it wasn’t raining, she had shown you her majestic garden. The threes, the flowers, it was all so well taken care of. She told you she had poured a lot of time into tending to them, that they were her pride and joy. You were smitten with her. The way her face would contort when she laughed, how her eyes turned into crescent moons every time she smiled had you floored. You were grateful for your rainy-day drives, for allowing you to meet Momo. 

You had started to hope it was Momo coming through the door of the bakery as soon as you heard the bell jingle. You never thought it would get like this, but who could blame you? A tall, kind, beautiful woman had taken interest in you, you were meant to start having a tiny crush, you only hoped it was reciprocated. 

Besides Momo’s visits, you had started to notice that you were behaving differently. You could’ve gone on your day without noticing it, but one day, as you were washing your face, you reached for your towel to dry off, only to not find her in the usual spot. It was in another hanger, one you never used to put towels. You found it weird, maybe this crush had started making you do things without thinking. You had also lost your favourite night shirt from your university days. Maybe you had left it at home with your parents, you’d have to ask them. 

The marks never appeared again, thankfully, it was definitely Momo’s couch. 

One day, Momo came early to your work. She seemed nervous. She couldn’t exactly look at you. “I was wondering if you were free tonight.” She finally lets out, after a minute of slight rambling. “I want to take you out to dinner.” 

You felt hot, sweating from the palms. She had asked you out. She couldn’t look at you still, preferring to look at the baked good displayed in front of her instead as she waited for your answer. 

“Where are you planning on taking me?” You finally choked out, your hand going to your neck instinctively feeling hot all over. What would you wear? Where was she taking you? How should you act? Did she like roses? Would she prefer a sweet or a more flowery scent? The questions ran through your mind, you didn’t even notice the big smile that had crept up on the woman’s face. 

“It’s a new restaurant, I’ve gone there, and I think you’d like it…” She says, composed again, her fingers searching for yours, playing with them, a small smile lingering on her face. 

Maybe your standards were too low, but the thought of Momo thinking you’d like something and inviting you there warmed your heart. After leaving you with a giddy goodbye and a small and fast kiss on the cheek, she left you alone in the bakery. You were going out with Momo. 

As soon as the clock hit 6, you were closing up and hurriedly going home to get ready. As you’re looking through your clothes, you spot your dark red satin shirt, and instantly know that you should wear that, leaving a couple buttons open. 

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Momo’s eyes hadn’t left your frame since she had gone to pick you up. There was something different in the air, it seemed more charged. 

Momo’s eyes seemed lighter, you noticed as soon as your eyes landed on her. Her dark brown eyes were now a lighter shade, reminding you of the weird dream you had of her with a set of golden eyes. 

The restaurant was a quiet place, it was a small and cosy place on the edge of town. Momo was right, you think you fell in love with the place at first sight. 

You had been right to bring the satin shirt, Momo had not been able to take her eyes away, the buttons down had exposed your skin and maybe that’s what made her not look away. 

She spoke gently to you, listened to your stories, contributed to the conversation, everything was going perfectly. You noticed that, once again, she was not eating as much as you would expect, but that didn’t seem to faze you. 

“You look really nice,” she says, her eyes fixed on yours. “I’m really happy you accepted to come on this date.”

“I’ve actually been thinking about asking you out too…” you say, growing shy after your confession, to which you receive a soft smile. 

The dim lighting in the restaurant contributed to making your date even more perfect. The lack of the harsh lighting made Momo’s skin look almost a milky gold, it paired perfectly with her soft features. 

Although the company was perfect, it kept getting interrupted by a flirty younger waiter. He seemed to be a good guy, but his insistence on hitting on you every time he would come to your table was getting annoying, especially for Momo, who seemed like she, if she was allowed to, would kill him for interrupting your first date. 

After dinner, she asked if you wanted to go to her house since it was closer, or if you’d prefer if she dropped you off at your place. You almost instantly said that you wanted to go to hers. You know, since it was closer. 

Her fingers drew little shapes on your tight as she drove, only stopping when she reached for your hand to kiss your knuckles. Your breathing was uneven, and you kept your eyes on her the whole ride. The night casting some shades on her face, enhancing her jawline, making her look even more ethereal. 

She offers you a drink as soon as you’re home. Her eyes staring at your wine-stained lips, making her subtly wet her own. She knows that if she touches you, she wouldn’t be able to contain herself. You offer to clean the glasses, it was getting late, and you wanted to spend some quality time with her. 

The hot water on your fingers was nothing compared to the flush on your face. The look the older girl was giving throughout the night almost had you in shambles. It seemed like she was doing it without even noticing as well, making you even needier for her touch, even if it was the usual brush of fingers. 

“Hm tonight was fun right?” You hear as she approaches you. You look back and see she had shed from her coat, now having her arms showing off. Suddenly a cold hand slides to your hips. “Do you need any help?” It comes out in a whisper, and you can’t find it in you to answer. It all feels so intimate. You only shake your head and muster a “go settle on the couch” along with a promise of joining her soon. 

Soon enough, you’re on the couch with her, a movie playing with very low volume in the background. You’re not exactly paying attention, it seems like a horror movie, you’re only focused on how close she is to you, how her hand is on your tight, and how she is also not paying attention to the movie but softly looking at your side profile. 

“Do you not like the movie?” You croak out. 

A “Hm, yeah,” comes lazily out of her. “You’re too distracting, though, I just can’t seem to pull my eyes away from you.”

You go to have a look at her, a joke about her being cheesy on the tip of your tongue, but as soon as you turn your head, you're faced with Momo softly looking at you. Her bangs a little messy, some strands covering her eyes. Your fingers move without you thinking, sorting the hairs out, her skin ice-cold. Your eyes locked on hers. None of you blinking. 

You feel her inch closer towards you, your heart skips a bit when you feel her knee brush against yours.  Her hand comes to your face, gently tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“This shirt has been driving me crazy all night,” She whispers, her index finger trailing down your neck. 

“Yeah?” You whisper, she’s so close you can feel her breath mixing with yours. 

Your gaze flickers down to her lips, but you still catch her as she wets her lips. Your hand moves slowly to the back of her neck, and you let your fingers run through the baby hairs. 

“I really want to kiss you,” She whispers, noses already touching, her hand on your thigh, softly caressing it. 

Without waiting any more, she closes the small gap separating you two, her mouth softly pressed into yours, a bit shyly at first, but you quickly pull her in by her nape, making it all go away. You’ve dreamt of this. Of her lips on yours. It was much better than imagined. 

“You don’t know what you do to me…” she whispers, breaking away from you. “This is embarrassing to admit, but I’ve dreamt about the moment I’d be able to kiss you.” 

She knows how to make you melt, how can she say things like that and not expect you to react. So, you do. You pull her in by her neck, surprising her, kissing her more desperately. Her hands now moving to your waist, trying to pull you as close as she can. She needs to feel you. 

She pulls you into her lap, and starts leaving lazy kissing along your jawline, quickly moving further down. 

Suddenly she stops. “It’s like you’re torturing me.” Comes in a strangled whisper. 

You don’t say anything, you just wait for her to elaborate. Instead, she looks up at you, hazy eyed, almost blind by the effect you have on her, her pupils dilated. 

“This drove me crazy all night,” She says, her index finger trailing down your neck. She brushes her lips along your skin and takes in a sharp inhale. She starts peppering kisses there, her fingers pressing into the now exposed skin on your hip, making you pant softly. You feel her smirk into you. 

You just want to feel her lips on yours again, you need her. Instead, you start to feel something…sharp. “I need you…” She whispers before you feel a sting on your neck. 

It doesn’t bother you, you need more so you turn your head more to the side, trying to give more room for her to do as she pleases, and because of that you hear her let out a groan. 

Her hand grabs your chin, pulling it down for you to meet her lips once again. You feel her tongue and a new metallic taste come into your mouth. You moan at the combinations of her lips passionately moving against yours and her freezing hand going up your back. 

You groan in displeasure as soon as she breaks the kiss once again. 

“Don’t be like that,” she laughs kissing your cheek. “I just wanted to know if maybe you’d want to move to a more comfortable place?” She hesitantly says, seeming shy, but before you can even finish saying yes, she’s already picking you up and leading to your bedroom. 

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You’re playing with the sun ring Momo had on her nightstand. She had explained how important it was that she had it, how it helped her withstand the sun. 

The whole revelation of her vampiristic side, about how she had been trying for months to get used to your smell so that she wouldn’t hurt you, had hit you like a ton of bricks. How had you missed it? Of course you were mad, you had a nasty bruise on your neck because of her bite, but that could be covered in make up for the time being. 

You were still in a state of disbelief. She had said she refused to eat anyone, she survived off normal food, maybe animal blood, but that this sudden need to bite you, to drink your blood, to consume you had come out of nowhere. It did explain a lot, especially the reason why she was so cold all the time. 

“You like that?” Momo asks, getting out of the shower, wet hairs sticking to her face. You hum in response, not sure of what to even say. 

“I know you’re freaked out,” she says, flopping next to you, the heat radiating from her skin because of the shower feeling very odd to you. “And I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me. I hope you do, but I understand if you don’t.”

You’re still confused. She is a vampire. A whole immortal being. You had slept with an immortal being who drank blood. You would try your best to understand, nonetheless.

After reassuring her that you just needed some time to assimilate everything, you decided to take a shower yourself. As you go to pick out some clothes, you hear Momo quickly get up from behind you. 

“Wait, not that drawer!”

Too late. There, neatly folded, was your university shirt. The one you had lost. There was also one of your towels, little trinkets from your place. You’re frozen in place, cold sweat starting to form at the base of your neck. 

“That was not for you to see,” she sighs, closing the drawer from behind you, pressing her once again gelid front against your naked back. “Too bad.” She says, before everything goes dark.

[cometiny]

I finally finished these!

They're inspired by inside out but I split up logic instead of feelings :3

Here's some info on each of them:

Imagination (or "Mage" for short) is the star of the logic department. nothing would really work if she wasn't there to connect the dots. and since she's the only one of them capable of creating something new, I thought a witch design would really suit her. plus a witch hat always creates an unmistakable silhouette. She's white to represent a blank slate, and the other colors are close to the cmy primary colors cuz she can imagine almost anything using just a few foundational ideas :3

Interest is a curious little guy who is delighted by all things new, and unfamiliar, so I thought the alien thingies would be a cute way to represent that. He looks like a little kid bc kids love asking questions, much like he does! He loves to learn things but his attention is often split between too many things at once, and he needs the others to guide him to what he should focus on.

Evaluation (or "Eve" for short) is very put together, practical and serious, though the cape also hints at a more adventurous side, which shows her openness to new paths. Her overall appearance may seem stoic but all her clothes are quite floaty, as she's willing to consider all the options before making a decision

Bias looks like an imp cuz they're the little bug in ur brain that tells you to prioritize yourself, and she keeps track of personal goals (albeit not always long term goals.) They will often propose certain ideas and beliefs as truth, simply because believing it would be beneficial, without much regard for weather or not it's actually true.

Knowledge is the most stoic of them all. she's all facts and no bullshit. she's a bit of a housewife bc she has to maintain all the knowledge in order and clean up facts that turn out to be false while adding and sorting all the new stuff. Her input is usually dry, but it helps keep the others on track.

Doubt is responsible for sorting out disposable influences. if interest is the one to ask for an answer, her job is to question the answer, and make sure the new information is reliable enough to hold on to.

intuition is often hard to read. she's mysterious and elusive, yet wise beyond comprehension. she's a bit like royalty, as she has a lot of power in the mind, yet no one dares to really question her. It is usually assumed that there is truth in her input, even if her riddles are hard to interpret sometimes.

Reflection is like a ghost, always looking to the past, and making sense of the world retroactively. She's responsible for aligning the new with the old, and painting a picture of how things are by understanding how they (seemingly) have always been.

Perception (or "Pepper") is just a fun guy living in the moment. they're a sensory seeking type, while not doing much thinking. they kinda just walk around stating the obvious, but you'd be surprised how often that comes to use when the other guys start over-analyzing and over-interpreting everything. Much like Knowledge, Pepper also helps keep everyone on track with reality.

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would you ever write an invisible reader? Like let’s say she’s an agent or a scientist. Quiet and stuff right? She always keeps to herself has the biggest crush on Steve but because she’s thinks she’s invisible she doesn’t ever think he might be interested too. There’s a mission she goes on and things go awry and she actually turns invisible. Something akin to how in the Fantastic Four movies they get their powers she gets this one? But it takes time to get under control. Steve thinks it’s his fault so he tries to help out. And through the the process of helping her gain back visibility she realizes Steve has seen her all along. Lol this really just came to my head when I was thinking about Steve using paint on someone’s body as a way to show them he thinks they’re art.

This. Is. Spectacular. I'm gonna fudge it a bit. Headcanon/stream of consciousness format. No warnings just canon-level "action." gif credit: @meidui

Erasure (Steve Rogers x junior agent!Reader)

My first instinct is to make it an ability to alter someone perception--i.e. you're constantly a little embarrassed of your input, so you tell people to 'forget you said that'--and let's say that constant hope that you won't be remembered badly is the innate trigger for your ability.

Probably a science experiment of Tony's gone wrong. He and the team are arguing about something that needs to be recovered before a damaged thing reaches critical mass. You sneak in to just grab what he wants and not waste time arguing. Tony doesn't know you're in there and locks the lab down until the dangerous pulse dissipates. (Steve doesn't know you're in there either because you popped in while he was facing and yelling at Tony, fwiw.) Maybe Tony saunters in once the doors open, finds you there with the part in your hand and knocked on your ass.

Your skin touches his as he reaches for you and the part. You jokingly tell him there's nothing to worry about, nothing to see here. You're surprised that he listens and walks off immediately, chatting and leading the team away down the hall to show them something else he's working on in the hangar bay.

Overall, once you catch your breath, you're fine. You don't want to go to the infirmary and tell them you did something so dumb.

Life continues.

Through a lot of trial and error, you realize what you can do--forcibly--by erasing people's memory of you being around. The head count for meetings is off. Several teammates you know you spoke to see security footage of you at the time and curiously remark that they don't recall you being there. Things like that. It works on everybody, or so you think.

There's a brainstorming session about how to infiltrate a possibly corrupt corporation's facility to gain intel. Everyone agrees to this elaborate rouse where two ripped agent dudes pose as janitors and blah blah blah. It's a little absurd.

You check the companies job listings, and knowing you qualify for one, submit an application the next day. The woman in HR who hires you doesn't work on the same floor as where you are technically snooping, and you can handle the work they actually want you to do in just a few hours a day, giving you a bunch of time to access nearly everywhere and nudge everyone to forget you were there.

The attempted break-in of fake janitors is the talk of the office on your last day, the one where you find the info Stark wanted to begin with, and then you quit, still quietly, returning to the Avengers the next morning.

You drop off the intel to Tony's office when he's not there, but just as you get situated back at your little desk, Steve comes up.

He looks concerned, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the flimsy cubicle wall.

"Feeling better?"

You're so confused.

"You were out for over a week. Did you need to go to the hospital? Was a family member with you at least? You could have called in for help."

On impulse, you grab his arm and tell him not to worry about you, yet he...doesn't move. After a flawless use of the power hundreds of times in a row, you don't understand.

Blinking up at Steve, you blurt, "I should be erased. Why are you still noticing me?"

He's bewildered, sure, but Steve tucks his head and smiles shyly.

"Can't erase you, doll," he chuckles, so soft only you can hear. "I draw you in pen--" Steve taps his temple "--up here..."

He bends down, his hand gently gripping your arm and his cheek touching yours.

"...now where you been for a week?"

And then, yes, some beautiful closeness and Steve paints on you to highlight what parts he drew so permanently on his mind!

🤗

a/n: Thank you for sending in this lovely idea, nonnie! I'm sorry everything I'm writing has been short and convoluted the last...while, but this is such a sweet premise. (Also, my apologies if you really, really wanted straight invisibility as the power. Just send in another ask, and I'll try to come up with an alternate version!)

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Batstarion's New Groove: Ch. 1/10

This art was commissioned from the incredible @vetochkarowan, the single best illustrator of Batstarion in all his fictional forms ever. Check out her Modern Bat series (pinned to her page) and consider supporting her Patreon, as I do!

Work Summary: There's a time and a place to turn into a floofy white bat. This is not it.

One minute, Astarion is a suave, unflappable vampire spawn. The next, he's small, white, fluffy, and squeaking indignantly from Zelara's cleavage. While Gale scrambles to solve the magical mystery and floof-obsessed Zelara insists on calling him Batstarion, Astarion has bigger concerns—like how to chair a political summit when he can’t hold a quill. A throuple romantic comedy with spells gone sideways, bureaucracy under siege, and just a little bloodletting.

This story can be enjoyed alone (betas confirm!) but is technically a sequel to Threefold Returns (Tumblr/AO3). See the notes below the break for more info.

Canon compliance: Mostly plausible as post-canon fanfic, with some magical realism non-strict 5e magic rules.

Work Content Tags: Post-Canon, Polyamory, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, POV Multiple, Threesome - F/M/M, Fluff and Smut, Happy Ending, Humor, Bloodweave+Tav, PIV sex, Oral Sex, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Batstarion, Floofy snuggles ~32K words.

Read this chapter below the break or the full work (already completed) on AO3!

Chapters will be posted nightly on Tumblr - head to AO3 if you're impatient to finish!

Notes:

This fic happens after Threefold Returns (Tumblr/AO3) but can be enjoyed without reading Threefold first. A few points to keep in mind:

Astarion, Gale, and Zelara (Tav in the story) are in an established Throuple relationship

They live in Gale's Tower in Waterdeep, which is sentient and has a particular affection for Astarion.

The Tower connects to the Underdark, where Zelara's semi-sentient Workbench is forced to reside, since Tower dislikes being exploded.

Zelara is a Dhampir Drow Alchemist.

Astarion released the spawn at the Ascension ritual, and he and Zelara have spent time since then in the Underdark helping them survive.

I had amazing beta-reader for this fic from the Bloodweave Brainrot Discord server: domestic_cryptid and @gewhanaa. Thank both so much for your inputs!

Chapter 1 - Gale

Gale lifted his glass of wine, watching the sunset play across the rooftop garden Tower had crafted for their gathering. The space was remarkably pleasant – cushioned seating arranged in a semicircle, all self-warming despite the cool evening breeze, with potted herbs and flowering plants creating a lush atmosphere. A table laden with an assortment of foods and drinks stood within easy reach of everyone.

"To the eve of a new dawn," he toasted, smiling at his companions assembled around them.

Lae'zel scoffed but raised her goblet nonetheless. "The metaphor is unnecessary. But I acknowledge the significance of tomorrow's proceedings."

Shadowheart rolled her eyes. "Always the poet, aren't you, Gale?"

Gale's attention drifted to Astarion, who sat between him and Zelara. The vampire was uncharacteristically quiet, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun was making its final descent. There was something in his expression – a tightness around his mouth, a certain distance in his eyes – that struck Gale as unusual.

Insecurity, perhaps? The thought seemed strange associated with Astarion, who typically projected nothing but confidence, but tomorrow was no small matter. Leading the committee that would oversee the distribution of Aureum Vitae would effectively change the future for thousands of vampire spawn. Cazador's former slaves would finally have the opportunity to walk in daylight, to rejoin society proper.

"You know," Gale said quietly, leaning toward Astarion, "I believe you're more prepared for tomorrow than you realize." 

Astarion turned to look at him, one eyebrow arched. 

"The spawn respect you," Gale continued. "You've lived their experience, understood their suffering in ways none of us could. That authenticity will carry more weight than any rehearsed speech."

Zel reached over and squeezed Astarion's hand. "What our wizard's trying to say is you've got this."

Astarion's expression shifted, but not toward relief as Gale had expected. If anything, the furrow between his brows deepened.

"We've rehearsed the opening statements," Gale assured him. "The research is solid, the logistics are sound. The committee simply needs direction, and you're uniquely positioned to provide it." 

He placed a hand on Astarion's shoulder, feeling the tension beneath his palm. "Two years ago, I wouldn't have believed we'd be here – planning the integration of vampire spawn into daylight society. It's rather remarkable, isn't it?"

Astarion shifted in his seat. "Yes, quite remarkable," he murmured, rolling his shoulders again.

Gale watched him curiously. Something about the way Astarion kept adjusting his posture seemed off. Perhaps his shirt was bothering him? The vampire was notoriously particular about his clothing – the fabric might be causing some discomfort. Gale made a mental note to ask him about it later.

"I have concerns about quality control," Lae'zel interjected, pulling Gale's attention away from Astarion's fidgeting. "Your potion requires precise measurement. One mistake and we will have burning vampires in the streets."

"The dosage is quite stable," Gale assured her, grateful for her practical concerns. "We've refined the formula substantially. Any variance within five percent will still provide adequate protection."

Shadowheart cleared her throat. "It's not just about the physical safety. What of the reception these spawn will face? People have feared vampires for centuries. A potion won't erase that prejudice."

"Fair point," Gale conceded. "Integration will require more than technical solutions."

Minsc's booming voice cut through the conversation. "Boo says that all creatures deserve a chance at redemption! Even those with pointy teeth!"

Jaheira seemed less convinced. "Many of these spawn had been Cazador’s captives for generations. They have few trade skills, no understanding of surface customs. How will they support themselves? Without structure, desperate people make desperate choices."

"We've considered educational programs," Gale explained, warming to the topic. "Apprenticeships with sympathetic guilds. Blackstaff has already pledged support for – "

A sharp, abrupt movement caught Gale's eye. Astarion had adjusted his position again, almost flinching.

" – for transitional housing," Gale continued, trying not to lose his train of thought. "With proper discourse between community leaders, I believe we can create pathways for meaningful integration."

Through all this, Astarion remained notably silent. His fingers drummed against his knee, and occasionally he would rotate his shoulders as if trying to stretch out some discomfort. The behavior was so uncharacteristic that Gale found himself glancing over repeatedly, only half–listening as Jaheira and Shadowheart debated the ethics of blood supply chains.

"These challenges are significant," Gale admitted, "but not insurmountable. With careful planning and our combined resources, I believe we can address each concern methodically."

Astarion shifted again, more dramatically this time, then immediately stilled when he noticed Gale watching. His smile was tight, forced.

How strange, Gale thought. For someone who had fought so hard for this moment, Astarion seemed almost... reluctant now that it had arrived.

Gale watched as Zel interrupted the increasingly spirited debate about resource allocation with a wave of her hand.

"Honestly, you're all worrying about stuff Astarion's already thought of," she said, leaning back with the casual confidence she always displayed. "Calm down and pass the booze. Astarion's been working on this for months."

Gale nodded, appreciating her show of support. Astarion had indeed been meticulous in his planning, though his current demeanor suggested otherwise. The vampire's shoulders twitched again, more violently this time, and Gale was about to ask if he was feeling well when – 

His wine glass nearly slipped from his hand as Astarion abruptly ceased to exist.

In his place, there was a puff of mist, followed by a rush of displaced air. Astarion vanished. In his place, plummeting from chest-height toward the ground, was a small bundle of white fur.

Gale froze. Absolute stillness fell over the gathering.

Zel's reflexes proved faster than anyone else's. She lunged forward, hands cupped, and caught the creature before it hit the ground.

"What in the nine hells–" Shadowheart began.

Gale set his glass down carefully and leaned forward, peering into Zel's cupped hands. Gale gaped. The fur bundle turned out to be a small, white bat, with a distinctive curl atop its head that looked remarkably like Astarion's signature swoop of bangs. Its tiny nose and feet were pink, and when it blinked up at them, Gale recognized unmistakable ruby-red eyes.

"Astarion? Fascinating," he murmured, his mind already racing with possibilities. "I wasn't aware vampire spawn could transform like true vampires. This suggests a significant evolution in his powers." 

He mentally catalogued everything he knew about vampire physiology. Typically, only true vampires possessed the ability to transform into bats or mist. Astarion had deliberately chosen not to become a full vampire, yet here was evidence that he had somehow acquired new abilities.

"The implications are remarkable," Gale continued, reaching out a tentative finger toward the bat. "Perhaps Cazador's death has allowed for a gradual transference of power?"

But Zel wasn't listening to his theorizing. Her expression had transformed completely, her eyes wide with delight.

"Look at him!" she gasped, gently cradling the tiny bat. "He's so... fluffy!"

Gale watched, somewhat bewildered, as Zel's face softened into an expression he rarely saw on her. Her fingers carefully stroked the bat's tiny head, and she cooed in a voice utterly unlike her usual practical tone.

"You're just a little ball of floof, aren't you?" she said, her voice pitched higher than normal. "Look at your tiny ears!"

The bat stared up at Gale with those ruby eyes, and then it opened its tiny mouth and began squeaking frantically. The sound was high-pitched and rapid, almost as if it were trying to communicate something urgent.

"What's happening to him?" Jaheira leaned forward, her brow furrowed with concern.

Karlach crossed her arms. "Uh, he sounds kind of… freaked out. Did he do this on purpose?"

Gale pondered this question. It was indeed puzzling. Astarion had given no indication he possessed such abilities before today. More importantly, if this was intentional, why would he choose this moment, on the eve of such an important event, to demonstrate this skill?

"Astarion," Gale addressed the tiny creature, attempting to maintain a calm, rational tone despite the absurdity of the situation, "perhaps you could change back and explain what's happening?"

He reached toward the bat, but before his fingers could make contact, Zel yanked her hands away, pulling Astarion out of reach.

"No!" she exclaimed with unexpected ferocity. "He's mine! I'm going to love him and squeeze him and pet him and hug him and feed him and call him Batstarion!"

Gale blinked in astonishment. He'd adventured with Zelara, had been romantically involved with her for years now, and yet he'd never seen this particular expression on her face – a mixture of fierce protectiveness and childlike delight. It was as if the sight of Astarion in this tiny, vulnerable form had activated some deeply buried maternal instinct.

"Zel," he said carefully, "I understand he's quite... charming in this state, but we need to determine if he can transform back. Tomorrow's meeting–"

The tiny bat flailed in Zelara’s hands, flapping its wings furiously and screeching with all the righteous indignation of a prince whose royal decree had been ignored.

“Oh my gods, you’re so cute when you’re mad!” Zel gushed.

The bat screamed louder.

Lae'zel stood up abruptly. "This form is inappropriate for tomorrow's proceedings," she declared. "We cannot have the leader of the committee present as a rodent."

"Bats aren't rodents," Gale corrected automatically. "They're of the order Chiroptera, which–"

The Githyanki shot him a withering look, and he decided taxonomy lessons could wait for another time.

"This is clearly the work of our enemies," Lae'zel said, her yellow eyes narrowing as she surveyed the rooftop with suspicion. "A curse inflicted by those who oppose the liberation of the spawn. They seek to undermine tomorrow's proceedings by removing its leader."

"A fascinating theory," Gale replied, unable to keep the excitement from his voice, "but I believe we're witnessing something far more remarkable – an arcane anomaly that suggests evolving vampiric physiology! Perhaps killing Cazador has allowed Astarion to inherit certain dormant abilities. The timing is odd, this developing two years later but–"

The bat squeaked furiously at this, tiny wings flapping in what Gale interpreted as disagreement.

"Or it is a sign that he has overexerted himself," Jaheira interjected, her voice calm but concerned. "There are records of druids losing control of Wild Shape under duress. While Astarion is no druid, the principle may be similar. Stress can manifest in unexpected physiological responses, particularly in beings with magical natures."

Halsin blushed.

Shadowheart leaned forward, studying the small creature with narrowed eyes. "Perhaps this is an undiscovered side effect of the Aureum Vitae? The potion allows vampires to withstand sunlight, but we've only been testing it for a short time. It stands to reason that a formula powerful enough to protect against a vampire's greatest weakness might have other effects – perhaps heightening other vampiric powers, like transformation abilities."

Gale found himself nodding. "That's a reasonable hypothesis. The potion works by temporarily altering the fundamental magical essence of vampiric physiology. It's not inconceivable that such alterations could trigger latent abilities."

"He looked all itchy before it happened," Karlach pointed out, scratching her own arm absently. "Are you all using a new soap? Because I got the weirdest rash this one time when Wyll brought back this fancy Calimshan soap. Turned me bright purple for three days."

The bat in Zel's hands stopped squeaking and stared at Karlach with what Gale swore was pure exasperation.

"While I appreciate everyone's theories," Gale said, stroking his beard thoughtfully, "what matters most is determining if Astarion can transform back. The committee meeting is scheduled for tomorrow morning, and his presence – in his humanoid form – is rather crucial."

Zel clutched the bat closer to her chest. "But look at his tiny little nose! And the way his ear twitches when he's annoyed!"

Gale sighed. Getting Zel to focus on the problem rather than Astarion's admittedly adorable appearance was going to be challenging. He leaned in, examining the bat more closely.

"Can you understand us, Astarion?" he asked.

The bat nodded vigorously, its ruby eyes bright with intelligence.

"Can you transform back at will?"

The bat flailed violently, squeaking at Gale with a level of distress that could mean anything from “obviously not, you idiot” to “I refuse to dignify that question.”

Gale watched as Zelara nuzzled Batstarion against her cheek, her eyes closed in pure delight. For a moment – so brief he might have imagined it – Astarion seemed to lean into the affection, his tiny bat body relaxing against her lavender skin.

Then, as if catching himself in this moment of vulnerability, Batstarion swatted at her with one leathery wing, his ruby eyes narrowing in what could only be described as vampiric indignation.

"Please," Gale said, spreading his hands in a gesture of desperate appeal. He looked back and forth between his lovers – one transformed into a fluffy white bat, the other seemingly content to keep him that way indefinitely. "This isn't getting us anywhere."

Zel merely giggled as Batstarion continued his ineffectual protest. Gale's shoulders slumped, and he fixed them both with a pleading gaze. Was he truly the only one taking this situation seriously? They had responsibilities, obligations – and Astarion was currently incapable of doing anything more threatening than squeaking angrily.

"We need to focus," he implored, though his voice betrayed his growing certainty that neither of his companions was listening to reason.

Halsin, who had been observing the situation with quiet interest, rose from his seat. "Perhaps I can help," he offered. "I can speak with him if I cast–"

He began the familiar gestures of the Speak with Animals spell, his fingers weaving through the air in practiced motions.

Gale watched with academic fascination as Halsin completed the spell, his hands glowing briefly with druidic energy. The transformation was subtle but immediate – the bat's squeaks should now be comprehensible speech to the druid. Halsin leaned in close, his expression gentle as he addressed the tiny creature.

"Astarion, can you explain what happened? Was this transformation voluntary?" Halsin asked. 

The bat opened its mouth, but instead of answering, it closed its mouth again and went completely still. Its tiny body froze, wings pulled tight to its sides, ruby eyes narrowed in thought. Gale frowned, leaning closer to examine this new development. Had something gone wrong with the spell? The bat's chest still rose and fell with rapid breaths, so it wasn't unconscious, merely... unresponsive. Gale glanced at Halsin, whose confusion mirrored his own, then at the others who had fallen into an uneasy silence. Shadowheart raised a skeptical eyebrow, Lae'zel's hand drifted toward her weapon as if expecting treachery, and Karlach simply scratched her head in bewilderment. Even Zel's delighted cooing ceased as she studied the suddenly petrified Batstarion with the first hint of concern crossing her features.

Then the bat – Astarion? Batstarion? – suddenly launched itself from Zel's hands with surprising force. Its wings beat frantically as it first fell and then gained altitude, circling once above the gathered party before darting away toward the city.

"No! Batstarion, come back!" Zel cried, springing to her feet and reaching futilely toward the retreating form.

Shadowheart knocked over her wine glass in the commotion, Minsc bellowed something about tiny winged justice, and Boo scurried under a cushion. Jaheira was already on her feet, attempting to track the bat's trajectory, while Lae'zel muttered something that sounded suspiciously like a Githyanki curse.

Gale stood in the midst of the chaos, knowing with absolute certainty that tomorrow's committee meeting was now the least of their concerns.

[b1asho]

Ah yes, another comic. Layout? Still questionable. But this time it’s orange.

Some info relating to the things in this page+ a (rudimentary) transcript thing at the very bottom:

People go out to the Wreck for a variety reasons. Usually, dredgers are looking for valuable metals and technology, such as aluminum or computer chips. Some of the time, though, its for maintenance on their stuff and /or showing the newbies around.

The Rover (aka the Roach) is a lightweight craft meant to hover over debris rather than risk collapse by driving over it (Larger vehicles would need a special rail made of magnetic metal to follow along, but the Roach is a free floater. it does this using what I like to call the fuckass magnetic technology. No further explanation). It can seat several people in the back, which has a cover that can be pulled up or down for convenience. It also has a trailer attachment for when it needs to haul small loads (the ‘middle’ cabin is all computers and equipment, while the front bit has room for a driver and maybe one other person.) (the roof is supposed to be for the solar panels, but Rinshi exclusively sits up there because they don’t like sitting with other people in the back.)

“Noise” with a capital N is one of the ways RUU shows up in the environment in the SEZ. It’s basically just high concentrations of the particles in the air, sometimes to the point where you can see some visual distortion (hence the name, like tv static) or start to experience the effects of contact with whatever type of RUU is making up the Noise (aka you could get mild burns, shortness of breath from air molecules that have been pushed out of the way, microwaved, cut up, or just experience mild to severe mental confusion.) The area they’re in right now isn’t dangerous at all, the worst they could be dealing with is dust, but it’s procedure to check anyway. That’s actually what Rinshi is there for; mancers are able to sense and dispel Noise and other RUU phenomenon better than any machine (though there are artificial ways of doing this if you don’t want to pay some guy to open their weird little eyeball)

Also fun fact, much to the scandal of outsiders, the minimum age requirement for dredgers is 16. However, they obviously aren’t allowed to go anywhere deeper than the outer Wreck and usually don’t do anything besides helping to clean equipment or carry stuff to and from the agency. The low bar to entry is to help make it easier for xenos to get in (since they have different views on age stuff) and also to provide work experience for SEZ-born people who are almost guaranteed to stay in the SEZ forever, so might as well get to know the most popular profession early. Zoe is kinda in that boat, but mostly she's trying to study the plant life out there (and relate to her brother a bit)

"D$" is DRSS notes, which is the primary currency used in the SEZ.

Continuing on, a Construct is something that only flickers, anchors, and diamonds can make. It’s just RUU that the Conduit has made solid through an input command from their brain. Very fun, very useful, and also very difficult to maintain. If he tried hard enough, Riley could probably have reached out there, but that’s waaaay beyond the capabilities of a stage 2 (which he is pretending to be for his own reasons). Devin has his suspicions about this, and is also self-conscious about his relatively poor ability to make Constructs (he’s more into making robots, such as the unfortunate Spider Bot who fell down the stairs a few days prior).

Though there are cases where an agency can lay claim to a certain area of the SEZ for their own uses, most of the time they’re all picking over the same scrap heap, leading to a ton of competition and more than a little resentment between them. These guys are in agency 92, which has neighbors 91 and 93 who are both quite a bit more successful (and who like making fun of the dysfunctional weirdos who always end up at 92).

Rinshi can’t wear human-sized goggles because of their big tarsier eyeballs, and also won’t wear a mask because most of the time they’re can just keep dirt away with their mind powers (that’s what the distortion around their head when their eyeball is open is, btw) (they also don't like the way it feels like a muzzle and would rather avoid it)

Zoe and Devin both can't stand Rinshi (Rinshi doesn’t respect Devins authority and thinks he’s useless and therefore worthless, and dislikes Zoe for being shallow and 'fake'. Zoe does not take criticism well, and Devin doesn’t like their attitude and general aggression.) weirdly enough, Rinshi seems to be chill with Riley (probably because he’s enough of a conflict-avoiding people pleaser to stand being ordered around and snapped at)

Rinshis personality around people they don't respect or admire is in sharp contrast to how they act around Maro, their everything in the whole wide world . Any honorific like 'sir' that they'd use is done begrudgingly and only because they're trying to be the more polite and correct one.

Rinshi has also done WAY more life threatening things than this Willingly, which is why Devin is so adamant that they could totally do something like this.

SPS is the SEZ Positioning System, aka GPS for people who can’t use satellites. Due to the multi path nightmare from the landscape and the RUU interference in the atmosphere, the SEZ cannot be imaged using the few satellites in orbit. Instead, agencies use a more grounded system of rovers and receivers (“rovers” are either low altitude specially built drones or type 3s who’s whole job is to constantly send out coded signals about elevation, objects, etc to a receiver, which uses the data to map, track, etc) these networks are normally personalized to an agency, so their equipment and employees are very important to being able to survey the land they’re traveling and for the people behind the desk to help them navigate any of the frequent changes in terrain. Idk I’ll have to draw it later, that and a more detailed pic of the Roach.

CJ is the other manager at their agency who has a lot more experience and who people trust more lol.

Ok and here's what they're all saying: D is Devin, Z is Zoe, Ri is Rinshi, R is Riley

D: Jeez it's dusty out here. Masks and goggles, people. This better be where it's at..

Rinshi, how's the Noise out here?

Ri: Fine.

D: Keep it that way.

D: Bro... No way that's the receiver. You've gotta he kidding me.

Z: Ooh, isn't that the thing we're supposed to clean?

D: How the HELL did it get over there??!?

Z: Maybe 91 is messing with us again.

D: Fuck those guys.

R: I guess that's why this sector's blacked out...

D:Ghh Fuck me,dude, that thing's 1500D$!!This was supposed to be a training shift!!

Z: You're gonna get fiiiirrred

D: Riley, can't you grab it? You're good at Construct stuff.

R: (muffled)

D: What??

R: oh, uh, Yeah sure, I could try..

(Z in background): it *is* pretty far out there...

R: I say try because. Um. That's over a hundred feet out, I can't reach them that far while keeping them solid enough to touch things.. Constructs are tricky like that...

Basically they tend to do..that, when stretched out too far. Darn. Yeah. Sorry.

D: I'm aware of the concept.

Sighh. Of course. We need to get it before it falls and we lose imaging of this area. Do you thing one of us could climb out there?

Z: What about spider bot?

(R in background): *alternative ideas*

D: Spider bot doesn't have arms right now. And he's too small.

R (audible): I dunno... I could try?

D: I've seen you trip on flat ground. You'd definitely die.

R: I mean-with Constructs.. it's not like *you* could-

D: Shut up Riley.

R: Ok

D: We need some kind of tool. Either that or someone who's really light and agile.

... .........

Ri: ? ??? What.

D: Go get that thing.

Ri: tssk

No.

Ssssssir

D: I wasn't asking. You can walk out there, mance the receiver, and then bring it back. Simple enough for you to understand?

Ri: *wheeze* Excuse me, ssir, what p-part of my job description says that I jump onto sscaffolding to fetch things??

R(in background): Uh

R: Wait- D: The part where you do what I say because I'm the manager! I am not doing this today, you pretentious little-

R- Hey!

Hi. Um.. what he's trying to say is that it's really important that we get the receiver..

We can't just leave it here, it's really expensive equipment...and without it we can't use local SPS. CJ would need us to stay here so they coukd find where we are and bring the drone to get it, and that'd take hours...

And we'll I don't want to wait for that. But the three of us don't have a way to get it... So right now you're the best option for solving this problem.

So it'd be a big help if you could do that! Please :)

Ri: ...

Z: Come on guys, it's Rinshi. We just have to call CJ.

Ri:... Fine. Looks like I'm the only useful one here! As usual.

Cough Hgkk Kouf Hhh Idiots.

Z: Whyd they listen to You??

Ri: You're wwelcome.

R: thank you, Rinshi.

D: Go back to the Rover.

Z: huh.

[wordy-little-witch]

Silly Buggy ideas, but Buggy have oversensitive observation Haki but also Buggy having a strange ability not unlike the voice of all things, specifically being able to hear the echoes of energy from others. He can hear, see and sense the dead, the dying, the things beyond this world.

It's both INCREDIBLE useful and fairly useless. Buggy is constantly getting a lot of Input, because echoes exist everywhere and he's semi desensitized to it all. Sometimes they give him useful info, like a heads up about am attack from behind or little reminders. Sometimes they just wanna cause Mischief and Buggy, being the only "fleshy" who can see them, is their target. He gives as good as he gets though.

He forgets sometimes that others can't detect the other's, so he'll overhear a recruit in a heated discussion with another about ghosts existing, will drop a serious "Oh yeah they're definitely real. There's a bunch here, too" and then leaves, never to explain or expand on that again, his underlings now SWEATING bc Chairman Buggy What Do You Mean-??

Add in that certain blades in One Piece are given specific titles and specifications because they meet certain criteria. Yoru is one of the highest ranked blades in existence. She is imbued with Mihawk's Haki, but she's also spirited and has a soul - one imbued into her by the death of other handlers/smiths. Mihawk, as her Current Wielder, is able to feel and hear her, but Buggy can see her. He's.... a little intimidated by her, all things considered, but he's also got some survival instincts AND sense, so he's always polite. Yoru actually quite likes him. He isn't sure if he likes being favored by the patchwork persona of a giant and deadly weapon.

Crocodile meanwhile can never understand why Buggy has such a fixation on cleaning his hook. It's clean enough, but he will admit that it does often feel better when he gets it back from the clown. He'll allow it.

Buggy just has full on conversations with dead people when he's alone, not bothering to hide it at all, and because of the close proximity his main crew has had with him for so long, they also begin to find themselves Noticing things. None of them really have the same innate ability as their captain, but Buggy's Haki has braided into theirs just enough to give them glimpses, usually of the more powerful beings present.

Crocodile and Mihawk only really notice it when they are both tired, stressed, worried over a feverish, unconscious jester, and between one look and the next there is suddenly a fourth man in the room. They both jolt upwards, defensive, protective, until the man turns enough to flash them a familiar grin, and they both gape.

Gol D Roger cackles soundlessly at their expressions before turning back to Buggy. His smile softens, his eyes fall lidded, and sweat slick curls are brushed back from a burning forehead with a tenderness most would think the King of Pirates incapable of. The pinch in Buggy's brow twitches, a soft whine of discontent rising hoarsely from his throat. He turns his head, a mumble of what may have been nonsense or may have been a horribly slurred attempt at "cap'n-".

There is no sound from Roger, at least not that the dark haired men could hear, but they see the man move his lips, see Buggy's head turn towards him, like a flower to the sun. They smell the sudden wave of sea salt and rum and laughter, a scent without compare. They can't do much else but watch as a dead man takes up vigil at the side of a man he had once called son.

Buggy's fever breaks early the next morning.

[bigsissugi]

Introduction to the Books in the Library

Despite DR Antebellum's rising popularity on social media, there are very little (if any) theory/analysis posts about it, at least outside of Discord anyway. I intend to combat this by creating my own theory posts, starting by addressing the "books" in the library.

In case you don't know what I'm referring to (either because you watched the playthrough, didn't check each location or just forgot), the books are flavor text found in the library's game map. Most of them contain lore in regards to the setting and prisoners, especially providing clues for their crimes. They can unofficially be divided into 4 categories based on what kind of information they contain: Fairytales, 12 Olympians, History Books and Joke Books.

Note that the flavor text does not contain the actual text from the books in-universe, but rather Shinku's summaries of them. Shinku has been established to be a biased narrator in both versions of the game, therefore his input should be taken with a grain of salt.

This post is mostly informational, save for my interpretations of the fairytales. It'll be followed up by series of posts analyzing the fairytales in-depth.

Extra Info:

Contains spoilers up to the prologue.

Grammar & spelling issues within the source material will be retained for informative purposes.

If you're a staff member, please don't give me any corrections or hints. It'll be much more fun for you if your audience is wrong.

Category 1: Fairytales

These are 12 short stories about characters committing morally corrupt actions. However, based on contextual clues, it can be deduced that they are actually symbolic, thinly veiled recounts of each prisoner's crime. They're possibly a homage to the MVs in MILGRAM.

The fairytales of the characters who's crimes have already been revealed both omit some information about their crimes and shed light on information not clarified by Mononeko during their "Of Course They Did It, They're An Ultimate!" segments. Therefore, the same can probably be said about the other fairytales.

The Maid:

A story about a maid who was bossed around all day. The maid grew sick of it and took on a deal with the devil. Signing away her soul and morality for an easy and secure life. In return she would do the devil's bidding. However, she soon grew sick of it and started running away from him. The Devil failed to see why she deserved a normal life, especially after all the poisonings the selfish maid did for the Devil in exchange for her riches. And so he would chase her, something the Maid was aware of. Eager to save herself, the selfish maid would frequently leave whoever protected her. And leave their souls and bodies to placate/entertain the devil in her stead. Despite her words, she never truly obtained a moral godly life. This was the way she'd always known, it was the way things would continue. So the Maid appeared to actually be a scorpion. And the devil feasted on her frogs.

Most likely match: Lyra

The Princess:

A story about a little Princess… This Little Princess was surrounded by guests constantly. Some guests frustrated or annoyed the Princess- One day, in her frustration, she called one of the guests a witch. And they were promptly burnt at the stake. The Little Princess took joy in this. And from that day, the Princess seemed to discover Witches frequently in her court.

Most likely match: Takiko

The Leapfrog:

A story about a little leapfrog who could bounce and play with their tadpole friends all day. This little leapfrog supported all the creatures of the pond. But they held a dark and terrible secret… The little leapfrog was actually a moth in disguise. They used their illusions to create a light they'd coveted their whole life. And made the tadpoles swim in spirals to create their own illusions to brighten this light. Folks came from far and wide to see this light the leapfrog and the tadpoles had made… Unaware it was all an illusion, a lie. They praised the little leapfrog and showered them in gifts to feed the light. The leapfrog, breaking illusion, would devour these gifts. And would slowly one by one, grant each tadpole moth wings.

Most likely match: Asuga

The Witch:

It's a fairytale about a young witch! She set out to find immortality to save a dear friend. However, the path to immortality came at a cost… The witch tested various magical cues on her animal friends! Most didn't end very well… Many of the animals becoming very different! But the witch didn't stop, she just kept going! She'd sunk so much time in already, so she might as well continue- Besides, if she found immortality. That would not just help her dear friend but everyone else too!

Most likely match: Alora

The Fox:

A story about a fox who's constantly trying to please everyone. He holds a teaparty where he attempts to appeal to everyone's tastes. He tries to make birds and bugs get along. The bugs have always loved chocolate, while the birds despise it. Whereas the birds like seeds while the bugs can't easily bite them. He made a dish combining seeds and chocolates, wanting everyone to be happy. …However, birds are allergic to chocolate and they all fell ill. Many died. …And the bugs couldn't easily digest the seeds. The fox would have done better to just have tried to appeal to one!

Most likely match: Shinku

The Lemming:

A tale of a little lemming. Who believed all those unwilling to jump off cliffs with them were cowards. And frequently would jump off higher and higher cliffs to prove it. While he was happy walking alone, many followed him. Many chased the little lemming. And many little lemmings were found dead at the bottom of cliffs. Yet our little lemming marched onwards, despite all.

Most likely match: Zeke

The Priest:

A story about a Priest performing a sacrifice. They'd set out to simply sacrifice one offering, for the sake of the community. But to the Gods' glee, there were two sacrifices that day. One of the prey, squirming and wriggling. The other of innocence. For the Priest handed a ram the knife. And their little sacrificial sheep found their wool stained red.

Most likely match: Ismene

The Jester:

A story of a court jester. Frequently this Jester would go to great lengths to entertain the court. They were favoured by the court. So much so, the king granted the Jester servants, pages and assistants. This power got to the Jester's head and they started to believe they were king. King's don't have consequences, so the Jester acted accordingly. Testing various spells and hexes on their servants… It's a wonder they didn't rebel against the little Jester.

Most likely match: Taka

The Dog:

A story about a loyal dog. Who fell in love with a doe, believing them to be their master. They would do anything for this doe. But the doe held little power. For you see, they had no antlers. The Loyal Dog wished to bring their master power. So they hunted, deer by deer, knocking them out and taking pieces of their antlers. The Dog stitched the antlers together and put them on the Doe's head. When the doe awoke they were overjoyed, believing it was a miracle. They achieved everything they had sought. But when the loyal dog informed the Doe it was their doing… The Doe was horrified and ran away, vowing to never see the Dog again. Now the loyal dog patrols the woods, stalking and following their darling Doe. Ensuring nothing ever harms them.

Most likely match: Maiko

The Bridge Goat:

A tale of a bridge goat who housed a flock of sheep across their sacred bridge. This Bridge goat was tasked with protecting these sheep with their life. But the Goat wished they were more than just a simple village bridge goat. They started parading their horns, making a spectacle of themselves. Some marvelled, some were annoyed by how the goat showed off. A wolf taunted the goat, saying their horns were fragile and unimpressive. The goat insisted their horns could damage even the hardest of enemies. And invited the wolf to try beating them in a ramming match. The goat, eager to prove themselves, brought the wolf to their bridge for the match. The wolf, however, promptly ran past the goat and started devouring the sheep. And the Goat could not defend them. Merely standing there shocked. By the end of the day, they were freed of the burden of their bridge. As there was nothing left in the field to defend.

Most likely match: Dracul

Death:

A story of a grieving set of parents… They'd lost their darling son far too young and were scared he would be lonely in the afterlife. They went to Death and begged and pleaded for their son to have company. Death obliged and reaped a soul to be his bride. The two of them had a gorgeous wedding. United in Death. The parents were overjoyed and showered Death in gold.

Most likely match: Fu

The Crow:

A story about a crow who would fly to a sick man's window every morning. This sick man desired to reunite with his wife, he was too sick for her to see him. And so the crow would provide him with a cure each day. A berry. But no matter how many times the man took the cure, he remained sick. Little did the man know, his wife was a Witch. Sending this crow to him to keep poisoning him with the berries. And the crow obeyed, determined to keep the lovers apart.

Most likely match: Mint

Category 2: 12 Olympians

Technically this only applies to 1 book, but it's still different enough to the others to warrant its own category. The book contains a list of the 12 Olympians, the most significant deities in Greek Mythology, arranged in order of whichever prisoner matches their personality the best. Their names are accompanied by summaries that foreshadow their similarities to each prisoner, especially in reference to their crime. The summaries are generally less abstract than the fairytales and can be used as a guide to decipher them.

Interestingly, the only Olympians absent from this lineup are Hades and Hestia. The former is the God of the dead and the latter is the Goddess of the hearth and the home. From what I've seen of their reputation within the Greek Mythology fandom, they tend to be seen as some of the more relatively virtuous Olympians (especially Hestia; Hades is more debatable in that regard), so their exclusion from the game's main cast is justified.

(A book that seems to be about the Olympian Gods… But it's written in a strange order…) ('01- Apollo: A brother God, his poetry had profound influence on mortals. Often to dangerous extents. All his lovers, both male and female, face terrible fates.') ('02- Hermes: A diety of both Chthonic and Olympian status, one winged sandle in each world. He happily played both sides and was quick to trick his fellow Gods for his own benefit.') ('03- Ares: Endless, impulsive violence without thought. Unconcerned with his own thoughts, unconcerned with consequences. Simply looking for a rush.') ('04- Artemis: Huntress Goddess, when she starts a hunt her prey's fate is already decided. A twin diety and punisher of men.') ('05- Poseidon: The original king of the Gods, replaced by time. Strong leader, willing to punish those who harm his family without mercy.') ('06- Hephaestus: Isolated God, focused solely on creation. Despite his solitude, he holds on to his connections as if they are his property. Focusing on how he can retain them physically with little concern for their emotions.') ('07- Dionysus: Endless self indulgence and spectacle, often with great harmful consequences for others. This harm fails to mean anything if it allows the God to reaffirm his position.') ('08- Athena: A Goddess of the mind, focused on planning and forethought. However, when provoked she will stand on the front line and combat with ruthless violence.') ('09- Zeus: King of the Gods, can avoid justice on account of being emblematic of justice in itself. Acts upon this indiscriminately and indulgently.') ('10- Hera: Keeper of Oaths and promises. Protector of the family and the sactity of unions and households. Will punish those who violates or harms these units accordingly and will do anything to uphold these unions.') ('11- Demeter: Goddess of the Harvest. Cares deeply for the earth, but even more so for her family. Will bring great destructive harm to anyone who dares to tear her family apart.') ('12- Aphrodite: Bringer of overwhelming, overpowering love. Love so all consuming it becomes dangerous and corruptive, driving one to the point of mania…')

Category 3: History Books

These books are the most transparent in terms of meaning. Basically, they contain worldbuilding lore, mostly about the Ultimate system and its negative reception over the course of history. This is also the category in which Shinku's unreliability as a narrator is the most obvious.

(A book detailing the conception of the Ultimate System…) (It seems to explain that in a time of dire need the government conceived the concept of Ultimates to provide the public with figures of guidance and prosperity. They were responsible for paving the way for a better future.) (They decided to scout a majority of Ulitmates from a young age as younger minds are more easily influenced.) (The book seems to paint Ultimates in a positive light.)

(A book explaining that due to political outcry from anti-ultimate groups in recent years Hopes Peak has attempted to scout more 'rags to riches' stories in order to combat claims of them being biased and just making the 'rich get richer.')

(A book explaining the conception of the Anti-Ultimate movement-) (It explains the discontent growing within the general public as more and more tax money was spent on funding Hopes Peak and Ultimates in general.) (An issue that was compounded by already rich and influential people consistently getting scouted over those who could use the benefits that Hopes Peak provided.)

(A book about the founding of this Prison..?) (A lot of the information here is redacted but it appears to explain how this prison was founded initially by the government.) (…Apparently it was used as an 'ethical' human testing facility. As the public ruled that prisoners convicted with certain charges could ethically be tested on as punishment.) (…It seems abandoned now though, I wonder what happened.)

The above history book is an outlier amongst the rest of them as it reveals the history of the prison rather than Hope's Peak. It also seems to hint at what's to come for those who are voted as corrupt.

(A scandalous book which tears into Hopes Peak and its history of cover-ups and sweeping controversies with their Ultimates under the rug whenever it benefited them.) (The Book seems a little biased to me…)

(A book detailing various successful Ultimates who've graduated from Hopes' Peak.) (Although someone has gone through and crossed out all the misinformation and just generally been mean in their notations…)

Category 4: Joke Books

These books mean nothing from a lore perspective, they just exist to entertain players.

(A book about the ark foundation, some sort of charity organisation…)

An obvious reference to another fangan called Siren's Ark.

(Wait- these are all 'Midnight' books! These are mine!) (Oh… Wait, someone has gone through them and annotated them-) (Yikes… Why are they so harsh about them???)

Another joke about Shinku writing the in-universe equivalent of Twilight, in case the prologue didn't contain enough of them.

(A book detailing the founding of 'Rising Hopes Academy'.) (One of the many sister schools to Hopes Peak…) ('Rising Hopes Academy' focused on immersing students solely in their studies. So once enrolled you couldn't leave the town the school was in until graduation, nor access websites or contact people outside of the town.) (However, scouts visit there frequently, so it was an easy fast track to get scouted.) (I remember kids from that school were… Weird. There was similarly a general feeling amongst those of us who were properly scouted that the Rising Hopes kids got it easy and didn't fully deserve their titles.)

A reference to a fangan roleplay series ran by the dev a few years ago called Rising Hopes Academy.

(Who left this book on the floor�� Poor thing!)

This appears multiple times.

Outro

Because of how transparent some of the hints in these books are, I expect them to have different text in Chapter 1 altogether. If this ends up being true, you can expect a post about the new books once Ch1 drops. I may also address other flavor text in the future.

[doberbutts]

I'm interested in getting a doberman when i'm older and have more dog experience(my parents are about to get a hunting lab and I'm gonna do my best to help my stepdad train her, he's had a ridgeback kennel before so I'll hopefully learn a lot) and have some worries. I've read up a bit on the breed of course but would love your input.

The breed(at least in sweden where i live) is documented by the national kennel club as having health issues such as wobbler, heart/eye problems and such. Have you had any experience with that? I'd ofc look for a kennel with good ancestry records, but just in case.

Main things im interested in are how other ppl have reacted to your dogs and how you've dealt with it and if you know if it's even plausible for someone w chronic fatigue to provide a good home to a doberman? I'm very worried i wouldn't be able to provide all activity one would need to be happy since I'm sometimes not even able to get out of bed and just sleep. I have people who'd be able to take over care a little while but i dont think that's sustainable.

Thank you for reading and an extra thanks if you answer. Wishing you and your dogs all the best! (Please take this as an opportunity to dump a bunch of barely related info or praise for your babies if you wanna btw!)

The entire breed, worldwide, is in pretty dire straits when it comes to health and longevity. Over 50% of the breed will die from a cardiac problem called DCM, or degenerative cardiomyopathy. There are plenty of people who will tell you their dogs are free of the disease. They either do not understand the disease or they are lying to you. There is no such thing as a DCM-free line. It is in all lines across the board, there is no predictive test to determine if your dog will be one of that 50% which will die from the disease, and the only way to be sure is to continuously check the heart via holtor and echocardiogram to see if there is any sign of disease on a minimally yearly basis.

Cancer and Wobblers are the next most common causes of death, and then there are also other health concerns like liver and kidney problems, eye problems, thyroid problems, orthopedic problems, epilepsy, Addison's... this is not a healthy breed, so a breeder should be aware of these problems and coming up with a plan to try and prevent them in their litters. Health testing certainly is a necessity, but so many of these are not things able to be predicted with health tests.

People were generally afraid of my cropped and docked dogs. Phoebe was imported from Sweden and she was very fearful due to her upbringing prior to coming to me (she spent 2 years of her life exclusively in a small crate, never out of the crate even just in the house) so people mostly regarded her with pity. Fenris is a very outwardly friendly dog who is prone to wagging his tail and having fits of wiggles when given positive attention from a stranger, so some people are afraid of him when they see him due to being a doberman and others just see a silly puppy.

This is a pretty physically active breed, so managing their needs while managing your symptoms can look different for everyone. When I was dealing with the worst of my heart problems, often that would look like driving out to a field and throwing a ball for my dog to run around with, or doing some obedience and then giving him a puzzle toy, etc. So it's not that it's not doable, you just have to be realistic about it and be willing to be a bit creative in managing your dog's needs.

[rayroseu]

Rambles about Book 7 lol

AAAAAAAÀAAA 😭😭😭 THIS IS SO AUGHHH THE MEANING BEHIND THIS INFO !!!!!! knowing that the first thought of Lilia in encountering Silver was that he should kill him to avenge Meleanor and Levan and that his purpose of adopting him is that he wants to believe he can love a human as well AND LILIA TEACHING THIS HUMAN BABY HOW TO LIVE DESPITE THE MANY CHANCES HE GOT TO GET RID OF HIM AUGJAURIWUTJW AND MAY I SAY LILIA WENT FROM DISTANTLY BEING ATTACHED TO THIS BABY AND THEN TRANSITIONING UNTO WANTING FOR HIM TO LIVE AND WITNESS HIM GROW UP AAAAAAA😭😭✨✨✨

IF I CRYYYY MELEANOR HAUNTS THE NARRATIVE 😭💞💕💞✨

LMAO not the faes snitching this info to malleus ofmg 😭✨

lowkey this is me as well i think babies are kinda ugly too KDHJAEJ especially when they cry 💀🔥🔥

YOU CALL THIS ADORABLE HELPPPP 🤣🤣🤣okay but in all seriousness, we rarely get this easy sarcastic Malleus, he's always too formal around NRC and often his humor lands amiss to other charas which doesnt prompt him to present this trait, but its so sweet that he seemed to be "truly himself" in the cottage scenes where its just him Lilia and Silver🥺✨ his voice doesnt feel "authoritative" too like a dorm leader, its just malleus and his difficulty in getting along with the random baby lilia caught lol

I remember this line was translated as a flower nectar?? but they kinda saying the same and i like this paraphrase that Lilia thinks of Milk as nectar for baby humans, like how Malleus often relates tech to some magical ritual lol

crying at this line, knowing that Malleus says this because he has broken several many things bcs he couldnt control his strength and perhaps there were things that Lilia owns that he accidentally destroyed as well so he tries to mend this uncontrollable strength of his in order to not be an inconvenience😭✨

NURSEMAID???? YEAH NURSEMAID CALLED LILIA VANROUGE 😭😭💔💔💔 and AAAAA not once did Malleus search for this tune??? not even sing it to Maleficia and Lilia so as to inquire about it 😭✨💔💔 this is when you know this lullaby IS truly MELEANOR'S LULLABY because everyone of the characters only heard it from her !!!😭😭😭💔💔

I love this response from Malleus lol, also i feel like some situation will challenge Lilia's love for humans again, like can you still love humans if they commit the same crime again to Malleus as they did with Meleanor?? Twisting their personality and actions so as to validate their fear?? Can you still say that faes should make an effort to make peace with them when repeatedly it was the humans who wasnt willing to udnerstand faes to begin with ? 😭✨ its a realistic worry fitting for a king that'll rule for centuries, maybe bcs he has this instinct that humans are epehemeral and so are their promises.

Thinking about it a bit more, its true that what Levan does is futile effort because the issue between humans and faes, Briarland and Silver Owls is too much that it cant be resolved by just understanding each other.

Levan wants the war to stop but obviously that can't happen because the bigger factions of each natioj are resolute at their stance that Briarland is owned by faes or humans, no in between. He can't immediately fix the mentality of higher faes and Meleanor with their hatred of humans and vice versa with the human officials like Henric,

but what he can do to decrease the casualties of this conflict is to pave way for the COMMON folk to understand each other, if he can make way for the common fae and the common human to talk to each other, then it might decrease the misunderstanding between the common fae and common human (assuming that both parties arw willing to be understanding)

its really a long shot and a gamble to aspire for considering his country's situation, and its effects would take a while to impact and honestly it took so much important people and years just to have his dream of peace, i wish we could get an input about what he feels about this

considering his kindness he might be happy, but im kinda sad its really tragic the implication of how the faes had to earn their peace and atone for a conflict that they didnt even start with,

based on Lilia, it took 400 YEARS just for the humans to sign a peace treaty, maybe in the eyes of the faes, thats just a piece of paper, so they waited and grieved the lost of their Princess Meleanor and many of their fae soldiers and Prince Levan and ALMOST the entirety of their continent, just for these humans to sign an 400 year long overdued peace treaty?? so the faes that died couldve been saved if these humans could spare some compassion and ink to sign a treaty-- It kinda feels like they're insulting their grief (in the faes point of view atleast), whats the purpose of having this paper peace treaty when they have lost so much already?? I WISHHH the story could delve more into the grief of faes,

kinda lowkey mad they just swept Lilia's grief by the humans just cuz he encountered a few good ones, i wouldve love to see him being vengeful then learning how to convert that grief to love again just like Maleficent in the live action, bcs it would be very meaningful on this way, Lilia can truly say he has learned how to love because he experienced real deep hatred---but AAA its whatever this storyline is good as well, just kinda feels general lilia's belief converted to present!lilia a bit too fast to my liking lol

its really intriguing how before book 7 the faes dislike of humans seems so dramatic but now after book 7 it all makes too much sense 😭✨

(can you guys tell i play too much reverse 1999 bcs i ramble too much about morals and politics between different races now JHDJWHRJW)

[thelazyhermits]

I wanted to talk to y'all about the birth of Ignihyde's #1 OTP, YuuXIdia, which I don't think I've properly elaborated on. It'll all be underneath the cut.

Okay, so for starters, this OTP doesn't start sailing until after Book 6, and the first shipper is none other than OG Ortho.

After seeing Yuu willingly fall into the Underworld to save Idia and hearing everything she said during that time, all of which proved just how much she cared about his brother, OG Ortho thought those two would be the perfect pair. Plus, if they got together, he would have nothing to worry about cause Yuu would obviously take good care of Idia for him.

Because a part of OG Ortho's soul merged into Humanoid Ortho's memory card, those feelings transferred over to Humanoid Ortho.

However, they don't immediately unlock. Instead, Ortho begins to see all the romantic possibilities of YuuXIdia after a certain event causes those feelings to get triggered.

Regarding the event, it happens after the Shroud brothers finally return to NRC during Yuu's first video game session with them following their return, or rather, first private video game session since the first one is the one from canon that involves the NRC Tribe lol

In this video game session, it's just Yuu, Grim, and the Shroud brothers playing games together in Idia's room, and Idia is being his usual obnoxious self by being all snarky and giving Yuu a hard time when she fails to do something that's so easy to him, even after he gives her helpful advice at Ortho's urging.

Eventually, Yuu hits her limit. Faster than Idia can react, Yuu pins him to the floor and uses her whole body to keep him completely immobile, resulting in Idia being put in an extremely embarrassing position, much to his great dismay.

As Yuu is pinning him down, she playfully gives Idia instructions on how to escape her submission hold, like how he advised her earlier, and once he's stuck, she tells him to follow her instructions in order to get free. Surely, he can do that, right? It's so simple thanks to her super helpful advice.

All the while, Yuu's smirking face is hovering right above Idia's. Idia is a whimpering mess; his face is scarlet and his hair is the darkest pink she has ever seen. The only thing he can do right now is breathe and whimper pathetically 😂

While Grim laughs at Idia's expense since Idia had given him a hard time earlier too, Ortho's metaphorical eyes are opened to this wonderful OTP that he can't believe he was blind to until this moment lol

Eyes sparkling, Ortho realizes that Yuu is a perfect fit for his big brother. No matter how snarky Idia gets, Yuu can give as good as she gets, and she never loses her patience with Idia to the degree that she'd give up on their relationship.

Despite everything Idia does, Yuu still cares; she still treats him like the rest of her friends.

The potential is there!

Most importantly, according to his calculations, Ortho thinks it's highly unlikely that any other girl will ever get this close to Idia, so it's either Yuu or nothing, and Ortho/the Shroud parents don't want Idia to end up a lonely hermit forever lol 🤣

From then on, Ortho does whatever he can to encourage Idia & Yuu becoming closer, and he also recruits the rest of the Ignihyde boys by asking for their input on the ship since he wanted to confirm that it wasn't just him who was seeing all that wonderful romantic potential and he wanted their advice, even though none of these boys have ever been in a romantic relationship lol

It's Ortho who opens the eyes of all the other shippers since, once he reveals all the juicy details about his OTP, they all agree that Yuu & Idia are the perfect match 😂

As I've stated in the past, Idia & Yuu are completely oblivious to the fact that they've got a whole dorm shipping them cause this info would literally kill Idia and they figured it'd be awkward if Yuu found out they were shipping her with their dorm leader lol

Amusingly enough, this OTP basically brings the dorm together since not every guy was a huge fan of Idia due to his personality, but they all came around once the shipping began since it was hard to hold any hard feelings upon seeing what a mess Idia becomes around Yuu. Now, the guys are all sympathetic toward their dorm leader and rooting for him. Virgin Nerd Solidarity 🤣

Normally, the Ignihyde guys support Idia silently since they're not extrovert matchmakers like Ortho, but whenever Ortho asks for help with his matchmaking, they always lend him a hand since no one at the dorm is capable of telling Ortho 'no' lol

Plus, they all find it fun to participate in shoujo manga-like activities that involve them helping the main characters get together since they like reenacting stuff from their favorite manga/anime lol

Also, I think it'd be hilarious if, during Book 7, in all of the dreams of the Ignihyde guys who have school-based dreams Yuu & Idia are a couple cause the guys' happily ever after involves their OTP getting together cause they're just that dedicated 😂

Lastly, in case y'all were wondering, Yuu putting Idia in embarrassing/compromising positions via submission holds is a regular thing cause it's Yuu's most effective method of enacting revenge on Idia/getting him to curb that sharp tongue of his, etc.

Despite this, Idia doesn't make an effort to be more careful about what he says and is still his regular self around Yuu.

This makes Ortho think his brother secretly likes when Yuu gives him that kind of attention since why else would his brother be such a glutton for punishment? 🤣

And Ortho technically is right since it doesn't really make sense for a smart guy like Idia to continuously make the same mistakes, knowing full well how things will end for him.

However, Idia also just has a difficult time keeping his snarky comments to himself, and he enjoys riling up Yuu, like Ace does.

Idia's pride is also a factor here cause he just doesn't want to back down during his exchanges with Yuu.

Of course, once Yuu gets ahold of him, Idia quickly finds himself cursing his pride and regretting all his life choices, all the while a small part of him enjoys the close contact and earning Yuu's undivided attention 🤭

[abxolotl-rewrites]

First post of the blog! Let's start this off with a Shadow Knight infodump! This will also include info about two of my OCs! Abaris and Anna! Anna being my Aphblr minecraft server character :D

I thought of these with input from the lovely @gumbootrambles

AHEM SO-

The Shadow Lord can pick and choose who becomes a SK, mostly talented guards & soldiers, though exceptions are made for magicks users and those who practice witchcraft.

The current named Shadow Knights, in order of creation, are:

Xavier, Abaris, Vincent, Amethyst, Anna, Glenda, Vylad, Gene, Zenix, Janus, Sasha and Laurance.

All Shadow Knights have scars pertaining to their deaths or torture. Xavier had a big scar on his chest from having his relic ripped out of him, Abaris has a large scar on her chest and back from being ran through by Esmund, Gene has a scar around his neck with two others messily cut into the back of his neck (He was still alive for the first two), Sasha has burns over her body under her shoulders, Zenix has scars crisscrossing all over from being blown up, Vylad’s throat and stomach are scarred internally from poison, Laurance has scars from his torture, as does Vincent & Amethyst with the three of them having their throats slit at the end, Anna was many small cuts on her neck from rope-burn as well as an indent in the skin, Janus has three scars through his stomach from Abaris’ trident and Glenda has a scar on her throat from her throat being slit.

Shadow Knight’s armour is made from their blood, their death/torture scars reopen and the blood forms the armour-like shell, they cannot take it off.

Their armour is unique to them, making it easy for them to identify each other. Though their armour will also have marking indicating their rank, and if they use magicks/witchcraft.

You can also roughly tell how old a Shadow Knight is by the colour of their armour. The lighter it is, the younger they are.

The reason for that is their blood darkens over time. First Gen Shadow Knights, like Abaris and Vincent would have black blood, while a new Shadow Knight like Laurance would just have the usual.

A Shadow Knight’s weapon is also unique to them, it depends on their fighting style and personality:

Xavier had a rapier

Abaris has a double trident

Gene has a katana

Laurance has a falcion, which then becomes a rapier

Vylad has a kusarigama/chain knife

Sasha has daggers

Zenix has a battleaxe

Janus has dual greatswords

Vincent has an odachi

Glenda has a longsword

Amethyst has a guandao

Anna has a scythe

The blue soul fire is commonly used in the Nether as a symbol of rebellion against the Shadow Lord for those that defect, rebel, or those wishing to do so. Shadow Knights that rebel often mark their armour with it.

Shadow knight armour colour chart, with added symbol of rebellion soul fire blue.

[marumafan]

Hi, I have a thought. From Yuuri’s perspective, also Earth’s, Wolf is incredibly impressive pretty. I wonder how people in his own world perceive him?

Hello, sorry for taking a while to answer. I needed to do some research for it.

TL;DR: In his country, Wolf's probably just average, but his status as son of a maou and fiance of another maou helps him . Since we see him from Yuuri's POV, this might be the reason why everyone thinks him so beautiful… but he might simply be Yuu's type XD

Novel 1, chapter 3

"Apparently, this group's aesthetic sense was unfathomable to Japanese people. "

Welcome to my TED talk once again, it's great to see you all:

I'm mostly going to contradict everything people say about Wolfie's beauty with quotes and sources, so if you're interested, keep reading.

Wolfie's looks on Earth: (canon? unlikely)

When it comes to novel canon, it's impossible to know how he would be perceived, as Wolfram has never been to earth, unless we're talking about the future. In the future- stories, Wolfram's beauty isn't really addressed. (other than from Yuuri's point of view)

As for the drama cd you mention here (Everyone looking at him):

"The Mazokus Casual Trip to Earth - Yuuri and Wolfram", yes, he's perceived as beautiful on earth in that cd. This story was written by GEG and maybe even with sensei's input, but it's following anime lore, so we can't really call it novel canon.

Until I have clear information about this being sensei's… I will doubt this info. She's always said (till 2011) that her characters had never been to earth. Remember that 'going to earth' was how she planned to 'end' the series, along with it being a dream. So how pretty Wolfram would be considered on earth is unknown (also where? In Japan? Maybe he would stand out more there, sure.)

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Who is the most beautiful in Shin Makoku: (canon)

As for the other world, Gunter is number one.

In novel 2, chapter one we get this info:

"…Is that Lord Günter?"

(…)

"Kyaah! His Majesty is adorable, but Lord Günter is so dreamy! That's the first beauty of Shinma Kingdom for you—he's even more beautiful when he's wet!"

"Gyaaaaaaah!"

So Gunter's traits: purple hair and eyes, tall and older.

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Wolfram paying with smiles: (canon? unknown)

People usually like to point out the "Wolfram paying with smiles" info from that one drama cd "A great day with a wonderful Ma-friend -Yuuri and Wolfram"; which ,again, I'm not sure Takabayashi-sensei participated in . (We know the 'visiting rooms drama cds were penned by her, but the 'wonderful day ones, we have no info on' ).

Therefore I can't confirm that Wolf is so beautiful that he 'pays with smiles' as stated in that cd.

Also, it may simply be Yuuri's interpretation of the situation. Wolfram is the son of the previous maou, and is the fiance of the current maou, so people may just find any requests he makes part of their jobs.

Quote here:

Yuuri: I'm trying to ask you what kind of reward they get for providing you that information.

Wolfram: I don't give them anything.

Yuuri: Eh?! Why?

Wolfram: Even if you ask me why, I don't know what to say. Because I just thank them with a smile, and everybody diligently brings me the information.

Yuuri: So, what Wolf? You just thank them with a smile and that's it?!

Wolfram: Yes. Is that strange?

Yuuri: No, rather than strange I'd say… whispers I see… so those guys in order to see him like that, they keep bringing him information.

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Wolfram reviving people with his beauty: (canon? unclear)

In the novels Novel 2, chapter 8:

"Why does this hospital have such an unusually high survival rate? Well, you see, it's a good thing for the patients' families, isn't it? It's a good thing."

I can't bring myself to actually hasten their deaths, and not a single person has died since we arrived this morning. It's a three-star hospital. The old man, who had lost consciousness a moment ago, grabbed Wolfram's hand as he tried to check his heartbeat, opened his eyes wide and called out the woman's name. The daughter and grandson were overjoyed, crying that their grandfather had spoken for the first time in four years.

Wolfram was the one who had suffered the most damage, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead and him clutching his wrist as he muttered something. It seemed like a charm against evil. It was a bit strange for a demon to use a charm against evil, though." (…)

"We've had gratitude heaped on us, and people have even started calling Wolfram the Angel of Love. "

Ok, so it is never clarified that it's because of Wolfram's beauty. Also, we know that Wolf has that healing power where when one encourages others to feel better he can heal them and take some of the damage.

It may be his power that was healing everyone in the hospital. Could also be his beauty.

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From Cherie's point of view: (canon? unreliable narrator)

In "Cäcilie's Love Love Maternity Book", Cherie says Wolfram is 'so beautiful it's a sin', and that 'he looks just like her' XD so she might be a bit biased.

She usually says he's gorgeous, because he looks like her so idk.

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From Yuu's point of view: (canon? for Yuu)

Now obviously Yuuri find him attractive. The very first time he sees him he calls Wolf's an 'angel'.

Chp3, novel 1 - He's an angel How can he be this beautiful! Because of them, his face emits an aura. Although it’s likely to seem that way because of his dazzling blond hair. His looks and voice are like an older Vienna chorus boy. His white skin seems transparent, and his irises are an emerald green that make me think of the bottom of a lake, and furthermore he doesn’t have a split chin. He’s an angel, definitely an angry angel. However, being in this place, he’s also probably a beautiful Mazoku.

Novel 2, Chp 1 - God's greatest masterpiece Lord Wolfram von Bielefelt, on the other hand, is my twin in stature and physique, but angelically handsome. If you didn’t know he was Mazoku, you’d think he was God’s greatest masterpiece. Glittering gold hair, white skin, long eyelashes, and emerald-green eyes. But that damn arrogance of his makes him sound like a yapping Pomeranian.

Novel 3, chapter 1 -jumped straight out of a shoujo manga Wolfram was a rival-less super bishounen, like a Vienna choir boy who had jumped straight out of a shoujo manga. He had inherited his mother’s shiny golden hair and her emerald green eyes. While his build was no better or worse than mine, the difference between our looks was as wide as the gap between heaven and earth. I imagined all artists in the world would fight over the chance to paint his portrait. If he had appeared in someone’s dream, the dreamer might even be moved to tears thinking they had seen an angel.

Novel 3 chapter 10 - makes my heart to skip a few beats Even though I perfectly knew that we were both guys, being pursued by such a beautiful boy like him still caused my heart to skip a few beats. At times like this, the most effective solution was to avoid looking at his face and keep chanting “He is 82 years old” like a mantra.

There's many other instances where he describes Wolfram as ultra-beautiful... but this is Yuuri.

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Common physical features in the other world: (canon)

In novel 1 we get a description of the 'human-shaped' mazoku

" The color of each person's hair and skin was truly variegated and unreal. Like I've heard, there's certainly no one with black hair. Blond hair, brown hair, silver hair, white hair, red hair, chestnut, orange (I wonder if it's dyed), purple (I wonder if it's a trendy hair dye), green (probably chlorophyll)… green?! "

So of course, we know black eyes and hair are the most uncommon, one could say exotic? Just like Wolf would be in Japan. But whenever we hear descriptions, most people that interact with Yuu are blond.

Yuu describing the first person he meets (Novel 1)

"The length of the long skirt that seemed to be dragging on the ground. The old-fashioned triangular straps tied at her chin. Those blue eyes and dull blonde hair…a foreigner! "

All of the human villages also had a bunch of blond people. So it seems like blond with blue eyes are common features in both mazoku and the humans around them.

Yuu describing some guards: (Novel 1) " The nice middle aged men rush over. I've already gotten used to beautiful forms, so I don't mind these men's outwards appearances. Hnn, umm, oh, beautiful for their fifties, older men with dull blond hair and blue eyes. However, in their vicious military training they were taught to conceal the hidden door inside their eyes. "

Yuu describing Adalbert (Novel 1) "American football, this man absolutely must play American football. His arms and chest seemed that way. With dazzling hair and turquoise blue eyes, a fine, long hooked nose even though it inclined to the left a little, he seemed to be a beautiful Caucasian macho man with a split chin. Foreigner-loving Japanese girls would probably form a line asking for photographs in this place, and if necessary they would probably put money in his bikini pants. "

Yuu describing Gunter: (Novel 1) The moment I saw his face I gave up on saying anything. He was handsome, more handsome, super handsome, and ultra some hand, I mean, handsome. I would say his graceful expression makes his cleverness felt. What a smart-looking incredibly beautiful person! But such a dull expression.

In addition to being beautiful, his voice was a baritone that vibrated in your stomach. Adalbert from awhile ago was also fairly handsome but this person was so perfect that girls would faint as soon as they laid eyes on him. It wouldn't only be girls in their late twenties who would faint. Mature women, and older women…well, ladies in general.

------------------------- In summary: Wolfram has pretty 'average beauty' for the other world. Yuuri and Wolf's mom think he's gorgeous, other people don't really comment on Wolf's looks. There may also be a difference between the way he's perceived in Shin Makoku and the way he's perceived outside of it. He's probably average, maybe slightly above average if we consider the 'Angel of Love' thing (on human territory) as being caused by his beauty and not his healing powers.

There's a lot of info here , if you find mistakes or sources I haven't added, let me know!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not letting my parents have a say in my name and for still being mad at them years later?

I (19m) am a trans man who came out to my parents at around age 14 with my chosen name already picked out and everything. I chose a name that started with the same first letter as my deadname even though I didn't really care about that because I had heard that some parents got upset if you disrespected the name they had chosen for you at birth.

Truthfully, my coming out was a bit awkward because I couldn't bring myself to tell them in person. They found out when I wrote my new name on a poster board for a science project I had to present to all of the parents, but after all of the standard questions about whether I was sure and whether I was sure I was sure it seemed like they were accepting of my gender. After the fact though, they kept calling me my deadname (which I was mostly chill with dealing with I could understand needing an adjustment period) and when they weren't calling me by my deadname, they were calling me Colin, aka not the name I had chosen.

Turns out, that's what I would've been called if I had been birthed with a Y chromosome because my dad wanted to pay respects to my grandmother who people keep comparing me to (another thing I don't really like but whatever) and that's close to her name. Sucks to be my parents though because no offense to people named Colin but that's one of the worst names I can think of so I wasn't having it.

For months my parents continued to refuse to acknowledge my chosen name and would either call me by my deadname or call me Colin in an attempt to get me to start answering to it like some kind of pet. After crying in front of them multiple times and refusing to talk to them, my parents finally gave in and while they still frequently deadnamed me they let me use the name I chose and stopped shoving Colin down my throat.

Even after their concession though, I know they've never fully accepted me and they cut corners so they can be "pg" while still disrespecting me. It's been years but my mother still brags to me about how she's so good at not misgendering me because she only uses they/them or refuses pronouns altogether when talking about me. (which is really crazy because you'd think she'd be able to respect my friends with they/them pronouns but no such luck)

Recently, I had a conversation with my father about why I had chosen the name I did and he said he wanted to have more input on the name. I replied that what they did was really hurtful and he said that we were all going through changes which I replied to by simply saying "Wonderful" and leaving because I had nothing constructive to say and imo I think I should get an apology before I'm expected to be more than passive aggressive. My parents say that I'm "keeping grudges" and that I "never give them any grace" and they think now that they've let me get top surgery I should just let it go.

TLDR; AITA for not wanting to be named Colin and still being pissed at my parents for trying to force it even though it's years later?

What are these acronyms?

[sarohy]

Imagine this potentially occurring

One of many castaways who is in a cave trying to have recently crashed landed and they are doing rather … decent.. for themselves <not in critical condition, but also not enforced Sleep There's. a chance to recover here>

Somewhere nearby the castaway location are two lunatics who are discussing a means of addressing the situation of another.

The one who has appeared to have been growing plants out of his body. He's arguing in favor of allowing the person to remain as they are with supervision. There's a potential to teach said individual-

The other one hits him with a hard and concise,“Nah leafed them”

Valuing the other's input the red colored one requests, “Please, elaborate on you reasoning” The immediate refusal is rather noteworthy.

“Don't wanna teach them.” with a kick, is the reply by blue.

Treating it with the same type of gravitas as an actual argument with a hard stipulation, the red begins an actual thought “You are the expert and you do not want to teach them… We also don't really have enough time and resources to explore this. I see your point, maybe perhaps after we have established-”

The non leaf interjects, with an continuation of his own previous thought “Also, the whole questioning thing”

Getting derailed is rather common with this companion.“ Questioning?”

“It's irritating, prefer leafling”

Surprisingly, this was enough for a complete persuad“Even when you did prove yourself, you did put yourself under the onion to become the one with the leaves”

Agreements all around, Moss is also there nodding. She cannot handle three and a bunch of plant friends.

Due to being inside a cave and the sound echoes however, the castaway was too late to comprehend and cannot outrun the green beast and the two's self isolating. decisions.

Said castaway eventually gets cured. They regale what information that they can recall to the rescue core because what the hell. It is very much necessary for RC to be in a constant state of what the helling.

<The core members have to keep guessing every single time they learn anything about the two maniacs that are roaming around and causing so many problems. It is VITAL.>

Leafmar & Louie: get leafed idiot.

Joke aside, Louie doesn't entertain the idea of having another castaway probadly also because he doesn't want other people to bother his relationship with Leafmar. He would view their mutual connection as Symbiosis that benefit both of them and both of them only, having a third party will ruined that beautiful symbiosis they bulit. Or you could just, view it as "Louie is a gatekeeper". And I love how Moss was included in the debate her opinion matters the most.

I can picture the RC going insane about the info because not only surviving on a planet reeks of deadly bugs and dangerous terrains was not an easy task, they will have to deal with two lunatics and it's only a matter of time before these two being a direct thread to their wellbeing, too.

Oh hey, maybe I should tag all of this as Symbiosis AU since it fits