#woa what an interesting creature

[milooformiless]

He just sorta. You know?

Actually slightly rethinking my last headcannon and saying that Nine likes spiders in particular. They have what one would consider too many limbs, are despised by all, called names and cannot show their face least they're torn to shreads by those bigger than them. Maybe even, dare he say, he empathizes with the poor critter that has made a living under his desk.

Just from a safe distance you know.

[fishsprout]

SPLATOON 3 NINTENDO DIRECT SIDE ORDER ITS HAPPENING ITS HAPPENING OH MY GOD

okay. analysis time

MY GIRL AAHHH SHES BACK!! okay SO. inkopolis square. but dead. its a bleached coral forest basically. there seems to be this sorta of,, electricity thing going on throughout the trailer that we can see on the lobby tower. overall looks dope as hell

WE HAVE THE FULL FIT!! FOR BOTH GENDERS!! okay first of all what are those ink tanks? sorta looks like those IV bags. same with the outfit,, the shoes sorta look like casts and the clothes look like some sort of sensory deprivation tank suit. a lot of medical vibes going on from the white color and everything. i love it

PEARL BOT! no questions about it, marina definitely made this for her (the wives :D) its interesting that pearl isn't actually there (marina isn't either, ill talk more about my theory later) but she can still talk to us through this robot. also love how marina added the sliding eyebrows to make it more expressive LMAO

i love how we can ride pearl bot as well. i think this will be an important feature, wonder if we can control her when this happens :O

okay what are these? i think the first one on the left is a mem cake, not really sure what the others are though

okay im seeing a theme of electricity and we can see in the background it sort of glitching, so i think side order might a simulation or something. the huge orb in the middle is definitely some fucked up zapfish (where you end the level im assuming), but its glitching and then a ton of the skeleton creatures come out of it

it looks like a ton of dead fish (dedf1sh...?),, we havent seen any octolings that you need to fight yet so these seem like the new enemies replacing them for side order. though i do wonder if we'll ever encounter an evil octoling (or inkling or salmonid, who knows) also are these an entire new species? or just some simulation creature

i also love how instead of ink, its the same electricity we've been seeing used to summon the weapons. this whole realms creation definitely has something to do with marina since its side order and its super technologically advanced

okay WOA numbers. definitely something marina would implement. i don't have much to say about this but yea, im loving the tech-y themes going on. it also seems like pearlbot is helping you fight these guys since she is shooting lasers at them. if she's sorta like small fry, i wonder if we will ever get to use her as a bomb, or if she is automatic

also its confirmed that the octoling is indeed agent 8! i was like 90% sure but im glad its definite

okay the biggest thing about this trailer, DEDF1SH!!!!!!!!!

"just another bystander who got sucked in." what sucked them in? my theory is that marina somehow trapped them in a simulation she made of a world thats orderly- maybe she made it after the final fest?or is this an already existing place? maybe some whirlpool was created after octo expansion and this place exists under inkopolis square?

SHE HAS A NAME!!! ACHT!!!! also i am so glad all of the fan theories were correct and she isn't evil, just still partially sanitized. i wonder if that will be a factor in the story? more dedf1sh lore?

her glasses are different! since she doesn't have the hypno shades anymore she prolly has much more awareness now since she isnt being brainwashed, though she is still sanitized- but i think the music is counteracting the effects of that since shes a dj and shes always wearing headphones

also why is her arm bandaged? what happened to her? also all this time i thought she was wearing a tshirt LMAO

i am a huge dedf1sh fan and i have quite a few theories about her, so i hope she is an important character in the story of side order and we get some backstory

ESPECIALLY ABOUT HER HISTORY WITH MARINA!! they are both djs so that probably is important, but i am really excited to learn more about them. i think marina mightve gone missing and we are looking for her too?

the color chips seem to be like, stat boosts? and also 8 started to gain color once you add them! its sorta like deep cut's colored fingers. wonder if this will be a new feature after the dlc! i loveee customization options

this seems to be the respawn animation which !?!?!? IS SO COOL!?!?!

i have no idea what this is but. oh my god. i am so excited for this. its happening.

[perdicinae-observer]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟖𝐭𝐡, 𝟏𝟖𝟏𝟓 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐨. 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧.

( Thank you for participating in the Waterloo event - Please answer this ask on 18/06/2024)

The skies had begun to clear after what felt like hours of listening to horse galloping, thunder, and laughter…

Finally…

…

…

The marshal’s beloved garden was in ruins, littered with footprints of a horse and…birds of some kind that he has no doubt do not belong to his own feathery children. The unseen regiment had moved elsewhere, yet the enemy was still in the area.

Davout could only stare in utter terror of what his blood and sweat had been reduced to.

That…

Pa—

That…son of a—

MASSAGE ATTACK!

AH—!

…

A brief massage session later…

That’s enough, boy…

Mmmmh?

That thing is still out there…You’re not suggesting I wait for it to ravage everything else in the château, are you?

… : (

[*Pat pat*] I’ll be back before you even realise it…now just stay put. [*mumbles*] I ought to arm myself…reckon this could turn violent.

The bespectacled marshal quickly got into his battle gear, sabre in hand, and was out the office door before Lenoir had even begun to move.

…

[“Well this was going to be boring…”]

The corvid butler pouted.

Strolling around the room impatiently, his eyes landed on a certain envelope of interest…

?

Ouh, this letter seems important…”please answer on 18/06/2024…”

[*looks around, shrugs*] …Couldn’t hurt to— WOA—

——————————

Suddenly, the stairway of the Savigny-sur-Orge château became grass— in which Davout promptly lose balance and fell face first into.

This day just keeps getting better…

Ow…

He looked up from a faceful of damp dirt…where the hell was he this time?

Looks like the countryside…evidently, there were signs of battle having taken place here.

…Since when was his horse here?

[*Peep!-peep!*]

As any loving father would be, Davout had been equally concerned about the whereabouts of his feathery children just as he had been of his garden, perhaps more— such a familiar noise was bound to get his attention, which was evident in the speed of which the marshal turned his head towards the source of the chirping.

The sight that awaited him was one he will never be prepared for; an army.

Not of men…but partridges.

Davout had jokingly referred to his winged family as an “army” for the longest time, but seeing all of them here…perhaps such description wasn’t so far from the truth after all.

They had gathered around him— blinking their determined, beady eyes at him…how could he even tell that, actually? Perhaps he had truly gone mad; but Davout swore he can just feel the fighting spirit coming from his loyal, winged forces.

Partridges are resilient, intelligent creatures…but are they that intelligent? Or resilient? Sure, partridges of the afterlife seemed to be far more of both things than their living counterpart…(they probably can’t even die?) but their safety is still the Iron Marshal’s priority.

Moving through the terrain in such an unruly manner would be more harm than good without a system of some kind…

…

During the shitshow that is known as the Hundred Days, he reorganised the French Army…

…Maybe, just maybe— he could work with this.

[zdux]

Dead by Daylight

Wesker X Reader

Part One

He/They Pronouns used for Reader

I did an interest check on this a little while ago and you guys seemed excited! I know some people asked me to tag them in this so I’ll have those listed at the bottom. I hope you guys enjoy, this has been really fun for me and I’m writing more, so if you like it lemme know! Fic starts under the cut!

“Damn, you’re beat to shit.” Dwight commented as he bandaged y/n’s arm.

“Yeah, you’re telling me.” He laughed, trying to conceal the wince that slipped out as Dwight tied the wrap off.

Cuts and bruises covered his skin, primarily on his legs, but the biggest issue was his sprained wrist. Trying to fix a generator like this felt like a death sentence. The odds of getting out of a trial were getting smaller and smaller, but there was nothing y/n could do. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t be put in a trial for a few days, giving him some time to recover.

“Well, that’s the best I can do for now. I’m basically out of medical supplies right now.” Dwight said, sitting back and wiping his hands together. He had covered most of the wounds, though some of the smaller ones were still exposed. It was better than nothing.

“Thanks, Dwight, I owe you one.” y/n said, standing up carefully.

“Where are you going?” Dwight asked.

“I just need a walk. Besides, we’ve been sitting by the fire for a while now and I’m getting too warm. I’ll be careful.” He said, smiling at Dwight before heading off towards the forest.

The forest was quiet; though the sounds of small animals could be heard. y/n’s footsteps crunched against the leaves and twigs on the ground, announcing his presence to any of the creatures nearby as he made his way farther in. He only walked for a few minutes, the campfire becoming a small light in the distance.

y/n sighed, leaning against a tree. His body ached, he could feel each tear and rip in his skin as he tried to relax. He winced, holding his right wrist to try and alleviate the pain, but it didn’t help very much. He tried to focus on his breathing, giving his mind something other than the injuries to think about.

“one…two…three…four…one…two…three…four…” He counted in his head, closing his eyes and slowing his breath down. “Okay… this is alright, just don’t fall asleep out here…”

“What are you doing out here?”

A voice came from behind y/n. His eyes snapped open, whipping his body around. He stumbled, losing his balance and falling backwards.

“Woa-!”

Before he hit the ground, something grabbed his forearm, pulling him back up and forward. When he gathered his senses again, he realized he was pressed against someone’s chest, one of their arms wrapped around him. He paused for a moment, trying to figure out who it was.

“I wasn’t intending to scare you.”

A man’s voice, he noticed, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on who it was. It couldn’t be Dwight, and it was too deep to be Leon. It might have been David, but y/n knew David was in a trial at the moment.

“It’s… okay. Thanks for catching me.” y/n replied, still trying to puzzle out who it could be. He was still pressing him to his chest. His shirt was black, which didn’t help in the slightest, considering y/n’s own shirt was a black jersey with red and white detailing. Could this be a new survivor? He really hoped not, the less people that got forced in here, the better.

“Did I hurt your arm?” The stranger asked.

“Oh, no, you didn’t. You grabbed just above it, so you didn’t-“

“I meant if I caused it.”

“What?”

y/n finally pushed the stranger away; only to be met with shock and fear when he saw who the stranger was. He stumbled back, being careful not to fall as he put space between them.

In front of him stood one of the killers; “The Mastermind.” Leon had mentioned him before, apparently his name was Wesker. He was dressed head to toe in black, with his long coat making him appear taller than he was. Even his sunglasses were pitch black, making it nearly impossible to see his eyes. Something about that made him more terrifying; he seemed almost inhuman.

“W-what are you doing here? We aren’t in a trial, you aren’t s-supposed to hurt us-s…” y/n’s voice was cracking. As much as he tried to sound calm, he was terrified. He had gone against Wesker in trials before, and he was no joke. His speed was insanity, and his methods were cruel. Most of their trials together ended in someone saving y/n at the last minute due to a mistake on Wesker’s part. Every time felt more lucky than the last, just barely escaping him.

“I’m not here to hurt you. If I was, I would’ve done so already,” Wesker said, putting his palms up and out to show his intentions. “Besides, if I was here to hurt you, why would I stop you from falling and ask about your injuries?” He sounded annoyed, but he didn’t move forward.

y/n scowled.

“You’re literally one of the ‘killers.’ Why wouldn’t I think you’re here to hurt me? Besides, I’ve seen you in the trials, I wouldn’t put it past you to trick someone by feigning affection.” He snapped back. Some of his fear had subsided, and it was replaced by aggression. He had never been given the opportunity to bitch out one of the killers like this, but it felt good. It was like a small touch of revenge.

Wesker sighed, pinching his brow with one hand and crossing the other.

“Fine, have it your way. But you didn’t answer my question; was I the one who injured your wrist?” He asked again impatiently.

“Hell if I know!” y/n scoffed, “Do you know how many of these we are made to do? Do you have ANY idea?? Because I lost count! You could be, I don’t know, I don’t even know how someone can be responsible for a sprain but you can take the blame if you want!”

“It’s not broken? Hmm.” Wesker said, his hand moving from his brow to his chin. y/n scoffed again, disgusted.

“What, were you trying to break it? You son of a bitch, is this a joke to you?” He said, infuriated.

“What? No, that’s- I wasn’t- I…” Wesker started, but cut himself off. He paused for a minute, sighing before he continued.

“I apologize, that wasn’t my intention. I assumed it was broken, but it being sprained explains why you weren’t as shocked when I grabbed it earlier. I thought your body was still in shock, but it being a sprain makes sense. May I take a look at it?”

y/n paused for a minute. He wasn’t expecting Wesker to need to regain composure, let alone an apology. Though still cautious, he had calmed down some.

“Sure, but don’t try anything funny.” y/n decided, stepping closer to Wesker and reaching his hand out. His threat was empty, but it made him feel better saying it.

“Thank you.” Wesker said, stepping forward and gently grabbing y/n’s wrist. He carefully began to undo the bandage until he had exposed the wrist. It was bruised, the skin turned a sickly shade of greenish yellow. y/n winced as Wesker carefully put a finger on top of the bruise.

“Whoever bandaged this clearly didn’t know what they were doing, if you had left this on it probably would’ve made it worse.” He said, removing his finger from the bruise and beginning to rewrap the injury.

“Well, it’s not exactly like my insurance covers getting brutally sacrificed to an eldritch deity.” y/n joked, trying to smile a little so that Wesker wouldn’t notice him being in pain. To his surprise, Wesker chuckled. y/n watched him carefully as he worked, noticing just how careful he was being. His wrist hurt, but it wasn’t being made worse as he bandaged it.

“Where did you learn to do this?” y/n asked, trying to keep the conversation from turning into an awkward silence.

“I was a police officer, once. They put you through basic medical training, and when I became a captain that just meant more medical training.” Wesker answered.

“You were a cop?” y/n asked, surprised. He hadn’t expected an answer, let alone something like this.

“A long time ago, yes. Obviously not anymore.” Wesker gestured at himself as he said this, and y/n laughed a little. It was almost a pleasant exchange.

“There, your wrist is done.” Wesker lifted y/n’s wrist up, putting it between them.

“Thank you, I-“ y/n started, but stopped. Wesker had moved his own hand down and was now holding y/n’s, as if he was royalty asking for his hand to be kissed. Wesker hadn’t looked up either, he was still focusing on his hand. y/n was tempted to pull away, but he waited to see what Wesker was doing.

“I… is something wrong?” y/n asked nervously.

“No, nothing’s wrong.” Wesker responded. He seemed calm, almost detached from the situation.

“May I have my hand back?” y/n asked, leaning down a little to try and get Wesker to look at him. Wesker didn’t respond, but made a small humming sound. He just kept staring at their hands for a moment.

“Wesker what are you doi-!” y/n began, but was cut off as Wesker interlocked their fingers and pulled their hands forward to his lips. He didn’t do anything else from there, but he simply held them there.

y/n watched in shock, unable to really think about what was happening. He felt his face begin to blush, as much as he was trying to stop it. Wesker wasn’t being affectionate, let alone romantic, there was no way. He didn’t know what he was doing, but it couldn’t be something like that. y/n didn’t know the extent of Wesker’s abilities, maybe this was some weird trick he was using. Didn’t Wesker control some kind of virus? He could be infecting the wound or something, he could be doing god knows what.

“Your hand is soft.” Wesker broke the silence. y/n could feel his lips move against his hand as he spoke, trying not to react to the best of his ability.

“I,, thank you…” y/n stuttered out, looking away.

“Am I making you nervous?”

“…uh,, somewhat… I don’t really know what you’re doing…” y/n said, keeping his eyes on the ground.

“I’m holding your hand, isn’t it obvious?” Wesker explained.

y/n’s brow twitched, confused.

“Well, yes but I don’t know why or to what end. It’s just weird, you suddenly show up, bandage my wound, and then hold my hand to your face, it just seems like you’re being-“

“Romantic? Affectionate? Kind?” Wesker offered up. y/n turned back to face him. He had moved their hands just off his face, and his sunglasses were slid down his nose. y/n was a little surprised when he finally saw his eyes; they were a deep red color with slits for pupils. He was staring up at y/n, an almost pleading look on his face.

y/n shook himself out of Wesker’s grip, stepping back and sitting down on the floor.

“I have… no idea! What you want from me… You aren’t making any sense. You’ve literally tried to kill me before, and yet here you are, staring at me and… flirting with me? I don’t even know!” y/n put his head in his hands and tried to calm down. He truly didn’t know what to do, this situation seemed so strange.

He heard the ruffling of clothes before he felt Wesker lean in towards him, presumably on the ground with him now.

“Do you take me as the type of person to make mistakes?” Wesker whispered, his voice revealing that his face was merely inches from y/n’s.

“I… I don’t think so?” y/n mumbled through his hands.

“Well, if you don’t take me as a person to make mistakes, and yet you’ve managed to escape me in all our trials, why do you think that is?”

y/n’s hand fell from his face, eyes locking with Wesker’s immediately. He had taken off his sunglasses and was crouching just above him. It finally began to come together; the escapes, the bandaging, the weird affection, all of it. Wesker hadn’t been hurting him on purpose this entire time. y/n’s mind raced with memories of their trials, realizing the amount of times where his survival was not luck, but allowed by Wesker. Purposefully missing when he swung with his knife, walking noticeably far away when he had the chance to put y/n on the hook and giving him time to be helped by a team mate. Not only had he been sparing him, he had been going out of his way to make his affection look like mistakes.

“Why? This doesn’t make any sense. Are you just being cruel again? Did you just pick me, and decide to toy with my life? Why would…” y/n tried to justify it all to himself, but he began crying. This was all so much. It was hard enough surviving in the realms, let alone worrying about being nothing but a toy to a killer. He had heard about it happening before, but never expected it to happen to him.

As sobbed wracked his body, his vision clouded with tears. He could barely see, but he felt Wesker lean in and wrap his arms around him. Despite the strange situation, y/n leaned in as well. He clutched Wesker’s coat, burying his face in his shoulder.

Wesker began to move, adjusting the two of them so that his back was up against the tree he had scared y/n from. He shifted y/n’s weight, moving him so that he was laying on top of him instead of underneath. y/n allowed him to, still clutching his coat as he sobbed. Once adjusted, Wesker gently placed his chin on top of y/n’s head.

———————

@mama-miya

@aesthetictokinghost

[jangmi-latte]

(TWST ANNIVERSARY) Sets up my own death cutely- A oneshot for Kalim's halloween voicelines, "Whine! Grrrrr! Bark! *cough!* "It’s hard trying to sound like a wolf…"" and “Grr… Pain shoots through my body whenever I look at the full moon. You better watch your back if you start to hear some howling.” because these things KILLED ME 😭

Aa I'm sorry I can't think of a prompt- All I really expect is a flustered reader and a mmmaybe kinda teasing Kalim?? Honestly him being oblivious is also good if you think it fits better^^

That's all, hope it isn't much trouble! Happy TWST Anniversary! ^v^

╰──➢  "Whine! Grrrrr! Bark! *cough!* "It’s hard trying to sound like a wolf…"

╰──➢  “Grr… Pain shoots through my body whenever I look at the full moon. You better watch your back if you start to hear some howling.”

❥ happy twst anniversary anonie! may our waiter, kalim al asim, treat you with this anniversary special dessert!

You stared at him from the bench you sat. He was leaning over the well, hands on the edges as he sneered at himself. You observed his movements, seeing his futile attempts to look like -- or sound like -- a wolf despite wearing one that represents the creature. Tittering to yourself, you stood from your resting place and approached the young man.

“Grrrrr!” he growled before shortly being followed by a bark and a cough. 

“You’re straining your voice too much,” you called, smiling at the surprised dorm leader, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. Kalim’s fake fangs made you stare. The temporary tattoos on his face could be convincing enough for him to look like a wolf yet the shine in his eyes made you just see… well.. Kalim. Might you admit, he does look cutely attractive yet there was also a hint of handsome in his features. Why are you lying? He is handsome. Both, even.

“It’s hard trying to sound like a wolf…” he sighed, sounding dejected while holding a pout on his lips. He leaned over the well again, watching his reflection as he tilted his head. “Rook helped yesterday and I was able to nail it!” he cheered, eyes moving to look at you. 

You folded your lips before jerking, “Oh! Maybe your voice is tired. Here, you can drink from my jug. It’ll help you.” you offered. Kalim grinned, eyes closing as he reached over to take your bottle.

“Thanks, y/n! I forgot. Jamil would always give me some herbal drinks every time I had a cough. I guess this’ll do!” He downed your water in one go, looking like he ignored his dry throat for hours. A trail of liquid seeping from the corner of his lips and down his chin. Afterwards, he exhaled, feeling the cool water soothe his throat.

“Oops…” he mumbled, “I drank it all! I’m sorry!” he panicked.

“It’s fine, Kalim,” you said yet he kept the bottle out of your reach. “Wait wait! Listen to me now. Can you be my audience so I know how they’ll react when I finally look like a real wolf?”

One shan’t ignore the glimmer in his eyes as he excitedly asked for your assistance. Having not the heart to resist, you nodded. “Go ahead.”

“Yeah!” he cheered, placing your jug still out of your reach behind him, “Alright. Here I go.”

Kalim took a deep breath, feet apart as he bent on his knees. You shifted your weight on each leg, watching as he started to growl. “Grrr..”

Eh.

“Woa--”

He growled louder, your lips sealing shut as you watch his fingers curl halfway. Not like there wasn’t any difference to when you were watching from afar. It was just interesting to watch him so closely. Observing his scrunched eyebrows and tense jaw. Before you could even blink, he dropped down to his feet and ran away swiftly. He left a gush of wind to hit you, your eyes shutting close on instinct.

“Kalim?!” you called, voice slightly louder than average as you gained your bearings and looked around. You wondered, just how fast can this young man go? You heard rustling behind you, but that was the least of your issues. Your eyes darted left and right in an attempt to find him. Nowhere.

Up until you feel hot breath hit the back of your ear, leaving you stiff as you listen, “Pain shoots through my body whenever I look at the full moon.” His voice deep and husky with a hint of roughness. Goosebumps crawled on your arms as he shifted to the other side, hands laying on your shoulders with his fake claws digging on your clothes. 

“You better watch your back if you start to hear some howling.”

And he howled. Loud enough for you to be whirling around and staring at him wide-eyed. This wasn’t Kalim, this is a wolf. His eyes are now sharp, teeth gritted against each other as he stared at you with narrowed eyes.

You would’ve been scared or at least intimidated if it wasn’t for the fact you’re checking him out. A serious Kalim, even a smirking Kalim, was enough to send blood rushing to your cheeks. “Did I do well?” he grinned, instantly bringing the sunshine back to his system.

“You’re red! Did I really scare you, y/n?” he laughed, leaning closer as he held your hands. It was your throat that went dry this time. Looking like a fish out of the water as you moved your lips in an attempt to speak. 

“y/n?”

“Yes,” you breathed out as you looked away. “Wolf-- yes..y-yes! You did g-great!” you stuttered out, smiling at the grinning boy who continued to cheer, oblivious to your loud pounding heart and flustered face. Not as scary as everyone may think, yet the way he held you put you on edge, in a good way. 

You thought, what else was Kalim capable of?

“I forgot about your water! Come. Let’s get some water and I’ll practice more for you! I told you I’d do great as a wolf. Now I can scare everyone just like how I scared you!”

Oh please… Kalim if only you knew...

© jangmi-latte, all rights reserved. 

[dianaburnwood]

WRATH: First Impressions

Feeling super sad that this is the last of the known new content from HITMAN. I'm sure we'll keep getting elusive targets and unlocks, but will we get more DLC? Or is this the long goodnight.

Anyway, ON TO WRATH

ok ok ok ok ok this is the coolest shit I have ever seen

The protection of the self? I fucking LOVE IT

THIS is the 47 we know, the 47 that kills to protect his rep, the 47 that kills because it gives him purpose, the 47 that kills because he's made for it, the 47 that kills to survive

"Your very identity is at stake"

(The tiddies)

The "no non-target kill penalty" effectively makes this a "kill everyone" run, which I'd assumed Wrath would be.

Considering the premise of this sin, I am sure Romania was pitched as the location. But I'm so glad they went with Dartmoor, cos the whole "house of my enemies" thing is really doing it for me, and we have freedom of approach here.

The way that 47 has literally been injected with inhibitors to subdue him, and the targets are called inhibitors adsfdghfsdg IOI your MIND

Ok but why are his eyes open

This is honestly bags of fun, maybe the most fun sin yet. Very intense trying to protect yourself from all these people, I love it, especially as they're from across the WoA. I got stuck a few times on the second wave of the second stage, soooo many enemies coming from different directions! Then I figured choke points were my best bet instead of running about, and it was smooth sailing from there. The third stage was a lot easier? It seemed like there were fewer buddies with the inhibitors. I unknowingly managed to get all the challenges in one go as well. And I absolutely agree with IOI that this was the right sin to end on.

"Oh 47! You are a beautiful creature of destruction" - thanks babe :D

"Send them all to hell!" - 47 feeling religious again :D

The fact that we get to see what was going on in that train carriage (or what 47 thinks was going on) is SO interesting to me. He sees them injecting him to keep him subdued and all he wants is to "make them suffer".

The way the entrance is all boarded up, it really feels like prep for a home invasion.

As for the surprise? I assume it's that you're defending 47's physical body, which was awesome.

"YES, 47! I love the berserker in you."

Let's talk about Wrath. She starts with "on your feet" much the same way Diana in Greed starts with "wake up!" - both said in a similar growl. I also have thoughts about how Lust and Wrath are the only female sins. Does 47 see these as female traits? Or, perhaps (as I believe), the embodiment of a particular woman?

A red-haired woman who will accept no imposters, who demands only the best. Always here for him, to help him channel his anger and to protect him from his enemies. His "only true friend".

I'll always protect you, me.

[bookwyrminspiration]

So. Chapter 11. I have many thoughts.

First things first, absolutely amazing, every interaction the characters had felt so natural and fit together so well, and gosh I just...do not have the words to describe how much I adore your writing.

Now time for what I'm here for: you've got me all fired up again! It's been quite a hell of a while since I've done any real theory or predictions, so I might be slightly out of practice, forgive me if I get any details wrong!

And I don’t really know what all of it means yet, but let’s try to get the simple facts laid out first:

Bronte and Oralie send cryptic messages.

Sophie finds a dragon scale in a random desk.

Linh has a connection to the dragons, like Marella.

Dragons are connected with thunderstorms.

So, are we getting dragon!Linh? Because I am so here for dragon!Linh. At the very least, there’s some connection between them. But there’s…something else.

So, the messages from Oralie and Bronte are absurdly cryptic, and that’s so fucking cool and I love it, but I really really want to dig into what they’re saying now. So that’s what I’m gonna do!

Bronte’s message: Secrecy and redundancy compose the toolkit of those trying to hide. It takes a special someone to see the darkness in the world and not participate. Your infectious light is spreading.

Oralie’s message: Secrecy and redundancy compose the toolkit of those trying to hide. Play a melody for me, and tell me what it says. History will have something sweet to say about you.

And you (via Sophie) put a special focus on the words “infectious light” and “history”.

And I will eat my boots if that is not connected to some grand underlying secret underneath the entire story. Now, given that these two are Councillors and have access to confidential files, and Bronte as old as dirt, and the focus on the word history, I’m willing to bet there’s some dark secret within elven history (shocker, I know) that somehow relates to all this monster business. Cause like…it’s hard to make monsters! It’s crazy that the Neverseen and whatever the new group is called have managed to make so many!

(And I haven't figure out the Secrecy and Redundancy part yet, but I will tell you when I think I may have understood it.)

And what’s even weirder is how easy it was for Sophie and the rest of the kids to develop specific monster traits instead of just. Literally dying. And from weird potion mist, too.

Is there something about elves that allows them to turn into monsters? We know the monsters are unnatural, and when I’ve brought up the idea that elves are being turned into monsters you haven’t really denied or confirmed it, just kind of skirted around the topic. And this could also be the reason the humans haven’t been attacked by the monsters- the monsters are made of elves because elves are…somehow compatible with whatever the Neverseen are doing, and they attack other mythical creatures because I’m assuming they share traits similar enough to elves that the monsters have an interest in them.

But it’s also weird how Bronte’s letter (while actually being kind of a compliment, which I find so funny because it absolutely does not read like it, 100/10 characterization points) implies Sophie is spreading something, something infectious, and I’m sure the usage of the word “light” isn’t coincidence either.

Light is really important to elves, like really important, and it doesn’t seem like something Bronte would say, either, what with his…seeming respect for it (from how he acted when at the Point of Purity and journey back). He’d more likely say something like “bravery” or “strength”, given that (iirc) he’s even used those words to describe Sophie before. So there’s something about the word light specifically that was important, and something about the light being infectous.

And now, elves are living underground. And the monsters were said to appear out of nowhere, too, just…out of the blue. Are the Neverseen using the light to create more monsters? What are the monsters for? Can they turn whatever they’re doing off? Are the Council somehow aware of what the Neverseen is doing because they have access to lots of knowledge the main crew don’t, and that’s part of why they fled underground?

And what’s the connection with the dragons?

(I nearly forgot about the dragons.)

From what you’ve posted, you seem to really enjoy the part of dragons that is unknowable and out-of-reach, so much greater than pretty much every other creature in the world. And that also sounds like a way you could describe the void!

And if dragons could access the void, then that would explain how they appear and disappear so fast, and if they control weather that would be how the thunderstorms don’t come in over the horizon, and simply just happen.

But what does it mean? Why did Marella go to them in…what chapter was it again? I can’t remember. Why did Linh react to strongly to the dragon scales?

And Marella may have the wings, but Linh has the scales on her face (although iirc they’re a different color to the one Sophie picked up, so I don’t think it’s hers and I don’t see why she’d attack if it was), so is she a dragon as well? And if they are, are they different kinds of dragons? And since dragons are extremely territorial (from what we’ve seen and can infer so far) is that going to create problems? Linh already reacted terribly to another scale, so if her and Marella’s dragon instincts get worse, I can see how that would go terribly. Or is Linh a different kind of creature?

There’s just…so many thoughts. I barely got into any actual theories here, oops. But that’s…most of my thoughts for now. Hope you enjoyed? I know I personally enjoyed Chapter 11 immensely, thank you for this wonderful AU!

- pyro

woa this is a lot!! pyro!! i am speechless!! I am. I am ahhh!!! I'm glad the interactions felt natural, I was a little worried they'd feel too out of character but sometimes my need to let them mess around with each other takes over

those first four facts you've laid out do seem to be what I'm hinting at--whether you're correct though, I'll let you find out in later chapters. I have more to say about Bronte and Oralie's messages but I'll get to that later. also, I do have more planned for the dragons, which will be fun!!

will be entirely honest i forgot you all don't know what wings Linh has--but!! her connection to the dragons may be related to her wings! everyone has a pair of wings unique to them, so how that translates to her remains to be seen. Marella with the dragon wings and the interests may seem more obvious, but I think Linh is gonna have a lot more mysterious, confusing connection to the way everything works.

Now! onto Bronte and Oralie's messages!! these stumped me for a while because I needed them to be cryptic, but also riddle-like with some kind of meaning that sophie could figure out if she gave it enough thought. of course, as of chapter 11 she hasn't even tried to figure it out, but it's planted that seed in her mind

a cool thing that I just want to point out: there are a few lines throughout the au that i have taken the structure of directly of from the books and altered their wording. One of those was in a previous chapter where I took the "but her mind was stronger than her body" from book one and changed it. I don't remember exactly what i changed it into as it's been a while, but I know that's one of them. and i did it again in this chapter! if you remember the message Bronte had Mr. Forkle give Sophie, "It takes a special someone to see darkness inside of someone and not condemn them," that's the quote I based his unique portion of the message off of. Oralie's also has a meaning tied to an interaction with her, but it's not tied to a specific quote.

for the "infectious light," you are right, that does have a meaning, and it was important it was those exact words. what it turns out to be, however, may not be entirely what you're expecting. and then there's the "history will have something sweet to say about you" which is a little hint to Sophie, whenever she figures that one out. they are trying to send her a message but she needs to figure out what they're trying to say first!! also, the secrecy and redundancy part does have something more to it, but I'll let you continue theorizing about that one.

my apologies if i'm focusing on this part for too long, but I legit spent like half an hour trying to figure out how to word this to set up future scenes and reveals, so I want to share some of that process!

and it is curious how the elven world is the only one affected...

there's a lot of theories for why it was so easy for them to develop those features, maybe their minds adapt to abilities so suddenly that they're predisposed to other changes as well, or they go quicker. maybe it's fragile, guilty minds that enable them to be taken over by horrors like these, whereas humans are exposed to violence and guilt and grief on a daily basis. I might touch on this later in the chapters, so I don't want to spoil anything, but there so many possibilities!!

moving on to the dragons!! you're right, i do think very highly of dragons and like the inachievability of them in this context. they're not just mindless creatures, they're a lot more complex, as we saw with them having abilities like elves. Sophie doesn't know exactly what it was, but she thinks it was tied to the explosive sounds she heard and the change in the weather. and I could tie them to the void! if we going with intelligent creatures having access to the void (like silveny, though her intelligence is very different) then it would make sense to continue that pattern. and it could explain a few of the mysteries left behind after chapter 7 (6? i forget which one)

like i mentioned before, I do have more planned for the dragons, and that does involve both Linh and Marella specifically. so!! I think some of your questions will be answered in the upcoming chapters, but for now I can't exactly answer without spoiling. but! you are asking the right questions!! you are on the right track!!

and it wasn’t exactly scales on linhs face, more they had they same pattern (the iridescent one) but I might've worded it weird so I can see where that came from. as for whether or not she's a dragon, the only thing I can tell you right now is that she doesn't have the exactly same wings as Marella, and i told you in chapter 9 (i think?) that she could easily hide them like Sophie, Wylie, and Biana. The whole mystery with the scale, however, is one of the things that i can't answer without spoiling, so I guess that tells you there's a lot more to that too.

i also have so many thoughts about the au and !! I loved reading all of yours!! I enjoyed it thoroughly!! chapter 11 may seem slower than some of the more action packed chapters, but it sets up a lot of the lore and background we'll need for future endeavors, so i'm glad you liked it!! I think i introduced a lot of questions in this one too...

I might've missed some of your points (there were a lot, which is excellent!!), so if there was something important I glossed over feel free to send another ask so I can go back over it!!

but thank you for reading this au!! talking about it motivates me to write more and make it more complex!! I mean, we're about 84,000 words in and I'm still going, so. there's a lot more to come!!

[janehopperra]

🦔🦔 // from HOPPER please.

Give Jane A Hedgehog. Go ahead, do it.

“What.. are these?” Brown eyes widen out of caution at the cute little creatures that Hopper placed in her hands. They were two tiny hedgehogs that, as soon as Hop handed them to her, started sniffing away at the skin of her palms and arms as they curiously crawled along them. Though she was cautious, a hint of interest showed in her eyes while watching them, a smile appearing once she started to settle down and let the little things explore. 

“Woa--” She almost laughed as she had to reach out to make sure one of them didn’t fall off, setting it down on her lap. The clumsy little one instantly began burrowing into the fluffy blanket that covered Jane’s legs. Now, her smile is bright as she kept glancing from each one, until she brought her gaze up to her father. “They are.. cute!” Hope Hop wasn’t planning on taking them anytime soon, these hedgehogs are her hedgehogs now.

[hotafterlife]

2 - Welcomed to Hell

I came to eventually. No idea how much time passed... I was lying on what appeared to be a very hot stone, above me the sky was glowing red without any apparent light source... the light itself was harsh and hot and hurt my eyes, which I shut. But even with my eyes closed, I felt something flutter by my face... although there was no sound, other than a soft acrid wind... There it was again! A few seconds (minutes? hours? time was hard to quantify) later, I opened my eyes slowly to what seemed like an endless orange plain, far in the distance there were, what seemed to be mountain sized, natural gates, there was something moving all around me, it felt like an endless line of man shaped shadows, but wherever I looked I couldn't see anything... It always stayed at the edges of my peripheral vision. But, dominating this entire scene, towering over everything, was a thing... a creature? a monster? A bird of prey, the size of a ten story building... from its chest cavity, bulged a blood red woman's head, hauntingly beautiful, and four red arms. The raptor's head eyes were shut and it had a strange, flaming, symbol hovering above its head.

There was no way of not looking at her (it?) and there was nowhere to hide too. The red plain went on and on in both directions. Behind me the ground seemed to go for a dozen yards and then end in darkness... there was nothing else behind me. A familiar tune was playing softly. It took me a few seconds to realize I was listening to "Oops I did it again" by Britney Spears... What the hell? Literally. Without even realizing it, I was dressed in "pre- accident" clothes and, as was my habit whenever I faced something slightly out of the ordinary, I reached to my phone, took it out and snapped a picture... it felt so normal, the absurdity of it all didn't even hit me... as I took the photo though, the singing stopped and what DID hit me was a voice. It came from the inside of my head and reverberated around me simultaneously. It said "Hi there"... I was thrown off my feet by the force of the sound. In a rapidly diminishing volume it said "Woops, sorry! Is this better?", It sounded like the voice of a young girl. I stumbled back to my feet, a bit winded, and froze. Both heads of the giant bird lady monster thing were staring at me. I nodded slowly... "Good!" the woman's face smiled cheerily, "Come closer" it said, and I found myself complying. Faster than I thought possible, I found myself staring up at the enormous crimson face. It was looking down at me, smiling pleasantly. "So... do you come here often?" asked the creature and burst into laughter... It was all so absurd, I chuckled. "Ahem, where AM I?" I asked meekly... "Oh wow," said the giant red face in surprise, "Really? Can't you guess?" I looked around. A red wasteland, sky that looked as if they were on fire... a huge (and surprisingly polite!) monstrosity. "Oh my GOD! I'm in Hell!" I exclaimed. The creature frowned "We don't say the G word here" she said, her voice growing in louder again, menacingly. I cowered for a second, but then she burst out laughing: "Just messing with you, you can say whatever you want!" She smiled and continued "So... tell me who you are. I can tell you tried to kill yourself and that you're not dead yet... we get you here from time to time". "Hi, yeah, I'm Danny... Nice to meet you? I guess?" I smiled weakly "Who might you be? and how did you know I tried to kill myself... Or that I failed?" "Hi Danny", said the creature with a smile "I'm Aella, the Harpyiai. I know you tried to kill yourself because this is where the souls of suicide come through, and you're obviously not dead because you're still not a ripe shade like them" she spread one huge wing, motioning at the endless stream of shades. "We get you every once in a while... Look! here's another one!" she said, pointing behind me. Out of the black nothing, a young woman appeared, looked like she was 16 or so... she was pretty. She had a wild look in her eyes and her hands were red with blood, pouring from her slashed wrists. She started screaming and running towards us. "Woa! Easy there!" I said like an idiot, but it worked and she stopped, staring at Aella, mouth agape. "Hi" said Aella, waving three of her arms. "This can't be happening" said the girl, "there's nothing after, nothing... no, no, no" she continued mumbling, rocking back and forth, and then suddenly "What's happening to me?!?" She was looking at her arms, the blood turned black and seemed to be oozing and covering her. I stared in horror at her scared face. The whole thing took about ten seconds... Then she was covered in darkness and suddenly it was hard for me to focus my gaze on her... five more seconds and she was swallowed with the rest of the shades... I didn't even get the chance to ask her name.

"And that's what happens when they don't manage to save you in time" said Aella and I shivered... I guess if mom and dad were not able to save me, I would have been just another shade! "So now what?" I asked the Harpy. "Well Danny, you being not so dead means you have two options, you can stay here for whatever time you've got left, or use that time to wander about, and explore a bit. Go through one of the gates, visit Dis... Maybe I'll see you again sometime" she said smiling... a smile that made me feel very uncomfortable. After a second of contemplating, I decided to leave. Yes, I know it's into Hell, but this place seemed very boring (and as nice as Aella was... it seemed she was losing interest and it was getting a bit creepy)... So I picked myself up, thanked the Harpy (no response), and started towards the huge stone gates. Reading these words here I sound very cool and calm, but trust me, I was shaking and my voice, while talking to Aella was squeaky and weird... For the first time in many months though, I think I'll cut myself some slack though... I think I've earned some slack.

[ecotone99]

[SF] Astra's Stories #1

A little girl from another world came and see me on this planet yesterday evening. Her name is Astra. "Be careful, there's a virus around!" I warned her while she sat in front of the window. There is just a small number of differences between her and a common ten-year-old girl: she is just as tall as the chair of the room I live in, her hair is shiny when the moon is out and in her eyes, if you look carefully, you can see the reflections of hundreds of glimmering stars.

"I know, but don't worry; I'm immune to coronavirus, and I live between things" she said plainly.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I live between things, not in them; let's say... in a state between your matter and the dark one. I came in order to discover more about the structure of the living creatures of special matter - which is the way we call your type of exceptional matter, the non dark one."

"As a subject of your study, I declare myself honored by your presence. I hope you'll understand that this situation is very unpleasant, because a great part of humanity is forced to stay home. I fear I cannot show you around at the moment."

"If the virus forced you to stay home, you need to thank it indeed".

"How come? We cannot work like we used to."

"But you can stay with yourselves like you used to. And also, you can stay with each other, which is a great deal more difficult than being elsewhere without a purpose."

"Working does not mean having no purpose. Inhabitants of the earth work to get money, and also to fulfill their own passions and life goals."

"Woa" she said with some kind of conceit; "Sounds like most of the inhabitants of this planet are full of joy and sense of achievement all the time, since there are so many unstoppable workers. So you can confirm most of the people you know saw their life goals being fulfilled by their routine."

I didn't know how to reply this straight away, and she just said: "I know, in general this is what matters for your kind of matter: being busy. And I understand that. This matter has a mass, and a mass moves continuously, it cannot help it. Your thoughts work the same way. Dark matter, instead, can stand still for ages. Well, until it gets bored."

"I am sure someone works in your world too! You won't deny you came from 'between things' just to taunt me."

"Oh sure, but I am not working, not at all! Never. I came just out of curiosity. We call work just what's necessary for a community. You see, we have already faced the fact that, thanks to technology, working most of the time outside of your comfortable place is just stupid, and also detrimental to everyone's health. So, most of the things we do are done either out of curiosity or for love."

"You have love too?"

"Mm, this is the best translation to the word we use to mean sharing with care. When you don't have, you produce. When you don't need to produce more, you share. It looks like the virus put humanity in front of humanity. Basically, you are spending more time in front of the mirror. And since that's a curious phase, I got the permission of showing up and have some discussions."

I was a little confused, and decided to ask: "And what about life goals?"

"You see, I am not expert about life goals, I am just a little girl. But I can tell you that we are taught something interesting at school. It is said that once there was a planet where a civilization had started choosing their leaders according to their amount of gold. One day, gold became not so important anymore, and people decided to find some different criteria. But nobody could find the leaders."

"What? Where were they?"

"They were hiding to build life goals for everyone else. And when everyone became busy to achieve life goals, it was clear that gold was still there, just with a different name. In general, we think that your obsession with life goals is mostly due to the fact you don't think much about life itself. You need to be really sure about something before calling it a life goal - and even so, you need to be a little disturbed not to appreciate to stay with yourself for a while."

"I wish the virus was already defeated, because in that case I could talk with you more easily..."

"But you can talk with me easily right now, benefiting from the virus, indeed! There is no reason to fear what let us stop working - provided that we stop making work a goal instead of a ploy. Actually, that's funny - why do so many special matter people protest in order to work more, instead not to work at all?... I am sure you will explain me the answer, time after time."

That was bizarre a start of a friendship. But I am sure I will find many more interesting things to talk about with Astra, and I don't want to waste this virus time just wondering what life could have been if anything mattered. After all, this is the only matter I am.

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[shapeshifting-arch-mage]

5/01/2019

A boat stops at the dock, and we wordlessly step off. Today, we have none of the usual pep in our step. We appear to be spaced out and listless. Our eyes are glazed over, and even stranger, our forehead is... glowing gold?

We walk towards the boardwalk, deliberately and with purpose, our thousand-yard stare never wavering.

We walk down the boardwalk. Normally, the two of us would be chatting it up right now, but at the moment, neither of us are feeling like it. In fact, neither of us are feeling much of anything. Our attention is completely focused on something else right now. Without a word, we look to the left, and then to the right. The boardwalk appears to be deserted.

...Actually, there are two other people here, and if we'd noticed them, we'd have probably approached them and asked them both a question. But we're so focused on getting to where we're trying to go that we manage to completely miss them. Welp, that's what happens when you're this spaced out. We continue onward, to the pier.

We arrive at the pier. Instead of remarking on how pretty the ocean looks, which is what we would probably have done otherwise, we stand in one spot and emotionlessly stare out at the horizon, saying nothing.

[Mimic] Despite the surroundings and peace distanced from chaos, a soft shuffling could probably be heard somewhere behind them. It kinda sounds like something in a box dragging itself closer and abruptly stopping, only to continue seconds later if they’re not looking. This could probably continue until they’re directly next to them. Whatever it is it only looks like a strange cardboard box. Strange in that it looks almost like a cardboard box, but only in appearance. It has no definition, no real distinction. Is it old? Is it new? There’s no way to tell! It’s just box shaped! It’s completely closed except for one loose flap by the top. It’s just... sitting there, and nothing more. How did it get there? Why is it like that?

[Rave Witch Temmie] We turn around, our expression (or lack thereof) never changing. We look down at the box.

...

...We stare at it for a few seconds.

...

...We poke it, as we continue to stare.

[Mimic] It doesn’t react. If it doesn’t move they won’t suspect it as suspicious at all! This person looks cat like! They must like boxes, right? Upon poking it it becomes blatantly obvious this isn’t any ordinary box. The feeling doesn’t feel very papery, and more like cloth or leather. There’s no texture to it making it completely flat. A normal box has those very faint line indents from what holds it together! Whoever or whatever this box is hiding didn’t do a very good job!

[Rave Witch Temmie] Touching the box gave no response. We stare at it for another second or two to see if it'll do anything.

...

...Then without warning, and without moving any part of our body except for our mouth, we ask it,

"ARE YOU THE PHARAOH?"

As we say this, the box can also hear an unmistakably male voice speaking in unison with ours.

[Mimic] Oh... that... that doesn’t sound good. The box doesn’t seem to know how to respond. It almost seems to... sweat? Ew, box sweat! It then thinks if something! It could lie! It could say yes to try and trick the strange creature! But wait! Despite having a mouth it can’t talk. So instead it distorts slightly and leans closer, slowly and cautiously. It lets out a growl like purr as if trying to reassure the creature that it’ll be alright. Maybe if it’s possessed, a little snackening will get rid of the ghost? The flaps of the box open to reveal a dark abyss, dark pointy teeth lining the edges of the box as it begins to lean much closer. Oh boy.

[Rave Witch Temmie] We take a single step back at the sight of the box's "mouth", but our face remains expressionless, and our gaze remains fixated firmly on the box.

"YOU ARE NOT THE PHARAOH." We say bluntly, as the unknown male voice says this with us. "I HAVE NO BUSINESS WITH YOU. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT."

[Mimic] The ‘box’ hesitates, stopping completely for a moment before backing off and closing back up. It seems to think for a moment before shifting. It twists and morphs, changing into something distinctly imp like with very long, thin, and lanky arms and long feet. The left side of its body looks a bit longer than the other. For some reason it looks sad, a bit lost. Maybe it wants help? Maybe it wants to help? Or maybe it’s just disappointed. It’s hard to say really, but it just stays there, only equating to about a foot and a half tall at the moment.

[Rave Witch Temmie] Again, with no reaction, we watch the box transform. Once it's finished, we ask the skinny imp, "WHAT? WHO ARE YOU? DID HE SEND YOU HERE?"

...

"...TELL THE PHARAOH TO MEET ME HERE HIMSELF INSTEAD OF SENDING ONE OF HIS DUEL MONSTERS TO DO HIS ERRANDS FOR HIM." Well, gee, that's ironic, Mr. Guy-Who's-Talking-Through-Us, aren't you technically doing the same thing? Sadly, the irony of what we're being made to say is lost on us at the moment.

A duel monster. That explains a lot actually. Sadly the mimic doesn’t understand. Pharaoh? Sending minions? This is a strange world indeed! The mimic closes it’s eyes and it tears up. A lanky right arm whips up and wipes the tears out of his warm, pupil-less eyes before landing on the ground beside it, a little bit before where the elbow would probably be landing before the rest of the more than half it’s arm. It lets out a few sounds of gibberish as if trying to ask for help. It’s definitely lost.

[Rave Witch Temmie] We don't react to the imp's tears. We continue to stare at it as it whines and whimpers.

We don't react to the imp's...

We don't react to...

...He's still whining. He's still upset. Why is he...

Our right eye twitches, then shoots open with a start, while our left eye remains glazed over. Our right arm wiggles for a moment, then reaches over and we slap ourselves on the left cheek. "ah... ow... s-snap outta it, Tem!1" The male voice is no longer overlaying our own. "snap outta it!1!"

The glowing, golden eye symbol on our forehead flickers as we continue to slap ourselves in the face, trying to shake off the unwanted mental presence.

[Mimic] The creature lets out a warbly gasp as it steps back. Are they ok? Oh! They got the ghost out! It steps back forward and begins letting out more hurried demanding blabling. It’s nearly impossible to understand but every once in a while it almost sounds like english. Something about “gambebal” and somethings that sound almost like twin and lost but that’s probably not right. Tears begin to form again as it seems to recognize that it’s hopelessly incoherent and unable to be understood by any means. If only it had... “...phaplar? Pesh?” it holds its lanky arms out as if asking for something to write with. Just a little something?

[Rave Witch Temmie] "snap outta it! snap outta it!!1" I keep repeating to Temmie as I slap our face until the golden eye symbol on our forehead dims and then fades away. "ah... ow... ugh... Tem, i told yu dat guy was bad news!!1" "aww, but... he had a prety wand!! like us!1!" "its not a pretty wand!1! its a fancy shmancy mind controllin' stick!!1!" "ya, but he was..." Before we can keep talking, we notice the imp seems to be trying to tell us something. It seems desperate. But what's it saying? Oh no... it's crying again. As unnerving as its noodly limbs are to look at, its behavior comes across as more pathetic than scary, and we can't help but pity the thing. ...It looks like it wants something. I suppose Temmie and I can discuss our run-in with that handsome, dark-skinned blonde who messed with our head later, right now, this poor creature needs help. "wawawa... watsa matter? did u get lost?"

[Mimic] The imp nods. At least that much they understood! It holds it’s noodly hands out again. “palpar?” it wants paper apparently. It would make things much easier on the both of them really. If only it knew how to speak english, really. Or even better, telepathy! That would be so cool! Sadly no. Maybe the creature before the noodly armed one is friendly and understanding enough to give them paper so they could help!

[Rave Witch Temmie] "uh..." We tilt our head. "yu, uh... need help gettin back to da docks??"

[Mimic] Its arms droop slightly before it shakes its head. After a moment it thinks and looks around. After a bit of concentration it quickly morphs into the most basic bland and unrealistic sign one has ever seen. It reads “I need paper, please!” After about 10 seconds it reverts back with a gasp and a wheeze. It couldn’t breathe. Where’d its mouth go? Well he had to temporarily get rid of it in order to turn into a sign! That’s dark... I guess? Well it hopefully got the point across!

[Rave Witch Temmie] Whoa, that thing just turned into a sign! What is this, Looney Tunes? ...Huh, so this thing's a shapeshifter? Interesting. Oh, that's right, it was a box earlier! We kind of forgot about that, because we weren't really paying much attention while we were being mind controlled. Oops. We flinch as the sign changes back into the noodly-limbed imp.

"woa, are yu ok??? u havin trubl breathin?" "...uh... oh ya, u need paper!!1" We take off our pointy hat. "lemme see if theres paper in here..." We put one paw in our hat and start digging around inside it.

[Mimic] The creature watches, leaning forward for a moment to watch. While waiting it changes again, trying to imitate the hat. It looks off some how though, but this time theres a hole! It looks like the inside goes on forever as the rim is lined with small dark teeth. At least this ones a bit more... lifelike? Though it doesn’t have much definition or character to it. Oh well. It might as well try, right? 

[Rave Witch Temmie] "...ooh! dats... no, dats our wand..." We say as we continue to feel around inside our hat's little pocket dimension. "an deres a glowstick... an anothr glowstick... an anothr... ooo!!1 is dat..."

"no, dats yur sparkly blanket thing!!1!1!"

"its a cloak."

"wats a cloak?"

"its a cape. but its also like a blanket. its like a blanket cape!1! ...kinda." "ooooh!1!"

"...its not wat we need now, tho." Come on, there's gotta be some paper in here somewhere...

[Mimic] The fake hat shifts around, momentarily shifting back partially to see what the actual hat looks like. It soon tries again, becoming slightly more realistic with a bit more dimension. Now it can fold properly! It’s learning!

[Rave Witch Temmie] We look up at the shapeshifter. "wha-?!? its my hat!!1" We look back down at our own hat, which has one of our two glow necklaces around it. We're tempted to say that our hat is better, but we decide that now isn't the time for such comments. "were is paper...??? weres paperrrr???"

[Mimic] The creature changes back to normal temporarily to try and watch what the tem is doing. Any luck? No? Ok. It slinks back to where it was and tries turning into the hat again, this time with a poorly made un-detailed version of the glow necklace that’s seemingly attached by nothing. It’s just sorta there. This time the fake hat seems to have some indentation and such as if there were some sort of wear and tear, but it’s mostly bland still. It looks like plastic but without the shine! 

[Rave Witch Temmie] Finally, deep inside the hat, we feel something thin and papery..."a-ha!!!1 its a paper1!1!" We curl our paw around it, reel it in, then pull it out of the hat like a rabbit and hold it up triumphantly! ...It's a sticky note.

"huh??? how did dat get in there?? i dont remember puttin dat in there..."

We're about to give it to the shapeshifter when we notice that something's already written on the note. We turn it toward our face and squint so we can read it. "Fuzzy kitty mind slave" "...huh??? i dint rite dat!1!" We say incredulously. I guess the shapeshifter's going to have to write on the other side. We turn the note over, only to find that something's written on that side, too... "If found return to Marik Ishtar" ...Oh. >_> So that's why we don't remember putting that note in our hat. Because we weren't the ones who put it there. That sexy jerk who mind controlled us must have put it in while we were distracted by his dumb mind controlling stick. What a jerk. Anyway, there's no room left to write on the note, so we're going to have to erase all this. Luckily, we also happen to have a pencil in our hat! We stick the sticky note on the side of the hat and then reach our paw inside once more to find the pencil.

[Mimic] The shapeshifting creature returns to normal and hurriedly waddles over to see what’s going on. Oh! Paper! It gasps and smiles. Now they need a writing utensil! The mimic starts to hop in place slightly in anticipation. Sadly there’s only one piece and its a sticky note no less, so he’ll have to reuse it constantly and use it for only communication.

[Rave Witch Temmie] We feel around inside the hat, sifting through all the glowsticks again, until we find the pencil. Then we pull it out, turn it over, and start erasing the embarrassing message off one side of the sticky note, grumbling all the while. Once we finish doing that, we peel the note off the hat and turn it over so we can erase the other side, too.

[Mimic] The mimic hops over to watch. It’s almost like a kangaroo rat with absurdly long arms, isn’t it? Only difference other than the arms though is that the only semblance of a tail it has is a small tuft. That and an actual kangaroo rat is cute. This thing is clearly a monster that’s supposed to be able to eat people alive. Though it does seem friendly at the moment.

[Rave Witch Temmie] We finish erasing the writing from the note. "all done..." We pull the note off our hat and hand it to the... what the heck did it turn into now? "uh... yu ok??" We hand the pencil to it, too.

[Mimic] The creature gasps when they’re finished and takes the note and pencil. It looks up for a moment at the question before readying the pencil and speedily writing something down. Writing is used loosely as it looks more like flailing around wildly with a pencil, and yet it’s surprisingly effective. Within seconds it wrote out a whole introduction on the sticky note. Heck it’s even in smaller letters as to save room! The creature holds the note up to the tem when finished. “They call us Gemini, the twin mimics. I’ve been brought away from home by an imp, completely separated from my twin. I’m lost, I’m alone, I’m so so hungry” it reads. We? It must be including the other twin, right? Weird phrasing though.

[Rave Witch Temmie] We squint at the sticky note. Wow, this fella sure did manage to fit a lot of words on that tiny piece of paper! We squint harder... Oh, this creature has a twin? Interesting...

"Poor thing," I think, "It must really miss its sibling. Unfortunately, I don't know how we'd go about finding them... but I do know where we can find something to eat."

"ooo, yaya!!1" Temmie thinks, "lets go 2 grillbs!1!1!"

"hey, i no were we can get food!!1!" We tell the mimic, "deres a restarunt in town!!1! its got gud fries 2 eat!!!1 wanna go dere wit me???"

[Mimic] The mimic makes a churring like sound when food is mentioned. Before the tem could even finish their statement the mimic nods vigorously. Food! He needs food! The mimic holds its hands out to offer to carry the sticky note and pencil along with him. Then he can write whenever!

[Rave Witch Temmie] "yaya, lets go!!!" We let the mimic keep the pencil and sticky note for now, and beckon to it with a paw as we begin to leave the pier and walk towards Main Street.

[Mimic] The mimic of course skips after. It seems excited now that food is promised. Especially because he’s able to communicate also! This’ll be great! Maybe they shouldn’t risk encountering demons though but oh well.

[pianist-rebel]

THE DEEPEST FEAR

I accidentally skipped past the opening and the first scene I see is waves. ….this is going to explore Sonics fear of water right? ……never getting sick of this. (does that make me a sadist or someone who appreciates giving overpowered characters weaknesses?) Also enter pun that the ocean is super deep.

What in the what?

AAAAH! KU’THULU/KRAKEN!!!

Why does that have the face of IT/Pennywise!?!???? (oh wait, creature that feeds off of fear….. was that intentional? When was this aired?)

The harpoon nearly impales hi-why does Sonic fantasize about having one of his legs a wooden leg? Wouldn’t that be his worst-oh

Or maybe he’s just confident he’d still walk/run just fine

(or maybe I’m just overthinking things)

Uh, you DO know your ship is still entangled in those things right?

 Oh, at least they make a more accurate ‘hey you’re waking up from a nightmare’ in NOT the cliched way.

Sonic, stop trying to impress, they already know you hate water from that other time.

….. I’m just going to keep this picture.

He’s fleeing from the water

Oh boy...

XD bahahaha oh Sonic you lil-

Oh shoot- oh yay! :D <- reaction in the span of 1 second

That’s a pretty cool scene of Sonic blasting the robot with the guitar blaster

I seriously thought this guy was going to call himself Spongebob

……oh boy here we go…

Oh that’s an interesting thought… that sneaky lil filthy playing Robotnick… ugh.

Sonia’s the brains of the gang at this point. (Tails isn’t showing anywhere so might as well have someone with a good noggin’ on their head- okay all fo them have pretty good ones but Sonia seems to think outside the box and around the problem… as long as shes looking at it from a perspective. Looking at her own personal prepped up since childhood stuff however… okay a better way of saying that but I’m tired right now)

How did you learn about that Manic? Well, he DID live in a sewer most of his life…

You said it Capt’n.

What the what?

Okay so they ARE aware of his dislike of water-was that mentioned before? I had to pause this and then start watching it again when my brain is starting to turn into ‘hey it’s time for sleep’ mode

Sonic’s afraid to just cross a bridge OVER water. Poor guy :c

Him naming his ship the Queen Aleena wasn’t already a big sign that says ‘I’m with the Resistance’ already?

Sonic’s not having a problem rowing the boa- ……

NO DUH SONIC!

Sonic. You’re gona have to suck it up and- oh… glad to know that a long- and I mean LO~NG- flight of stairs and gravity can dismantle those bots. (and the speed from Sonic passing by them and knocking them over)

WOA-KAY!!

Oh… okay- nope not okay

D: SONIC IN THE WATER!!

O.O …..convenient?

‘Sometimes it’s hard to be what you’re supposed to be’ ….Why does that have to sound more deep than it meant?-no pun intended

How kind of you Mr. Moby….. or Mr. Deep? Which would he prefer?

I just noticed the deign on the bad guys submarine…

Manic: But to set all that up would take- Sonic boosts into speed. Me who has seen MLP: Ten seconds flat-oh wait wrong show

About a Sonic second sounds good too.

I didn’t understand what they were saying at that last part but…. ?????

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Actually slightly rethinking my last headcannon and saying that Nine likes spiders in particular. They have what one would consider too many limbs, are despised by all, called names and cannot show their face least they're torn to shreads by those bigger than them. Maybe even, dare he say, he empathizes with the poor critter that has made a living under his desk.

Just from a safe distance you know.