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You see, I cannot save you. For I need saving, too.

Charlie Hunnam in Nicholas Nickleby (2002)

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NICHOLAS NICKLEBY (2002)

dir. douglas mcgrath

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Little oc line up for practice~

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Late Night Encounters

The streets of Vallaki were drowned in shadow and storm, the kind of night that pressed close and whispered secrets to those brave, or foolish, enough to move within it.

The rain came down in relentless storms, hammering rooftops and slick cobblestones until every street shimmered like a broken mirror. Fog pooled thick at the edges of buildings, spreading around corners and doorways.

Eleanora waited beneath the eave of a crumbling storefront, her cloak, all soaked through, was clinging to her frame. Her hair, braided tightly to keep it from her eyes, dripped steadily. She shifted from foot to foot, not from cold, she was used to the cold, but from nerves.

He should have been here by now.

The only warning she got was the faint sound of hooves, distant and muffled by rain. A single rider approached the alley, slow, deliberate. The figure was cloaked in black, his silhouette cutting a sharp line through the mist. The horse moved with practiced grace, knowing the streets as well as its rider did.

She recognized him before he even dismounted. That luminous red hair that peaked out of the hood.

Alaric.

He slid from the saddle with a fluid motion, rain trailing down his shoulders as he tethered the beast in silence. His hood shadowed his face, but she could see the sharp gleam of gold in his eyes beneath it. That familiar quiet confidence. That dangerous calm.

And something else too, something taut in his posture. Heavy.

He approached, boots splashing through puddles until he was close enough to touch her. A bundle was hidden beneath his cloak: sealed letters, old and worn. Ink that still smelled faintly of that rare incense the Darklord (Strahd) favored.

They weren’t orders. Not statecraft or diplomacy.

These were personal.

He should never have taken them.

And yet, he had.

Because she had asked.

He crossed to her swiftly then, every step precise. The moment he reached her, he caught her by the arm, not roughly, not possessively, but firmly enough to pull her into the narrow mouth of the alley beside him. There, under the low overhang of stone, he pressed her back gently against the wall, shielding her with the angle of his body. To any passing eyes, they would be just two shadows too close together. Lovers, maybe. Nothing more. But his heart was a drum in his ribs. Water dripped from the tip of his nose as he looked down at her, her breath was rising in soft clouds, her face half-lit by the orange flicker of a distant torch. Close like this, she smelled of damp velvet and ash and that sweet, unfamiliar something that always disarmed him. He reached into the folds of his coat and drew the bundle from its hiding place.

“You are getting me in so much trouble,” he whispered, voice low. And then, he handed it to her. Effortlessly and without hesitation.

"Thank you," she murmured, the words slipping out softer than she had intended, there was barely a breath between them. "For this. For helping me."

Her eyes never left him. Not for a second.

Rain slid down the curve of his jaw, caught in the hollow of his throat, glimmering faintly in the shifting torchlight from the street. He stood so close, too close and yet not close enough. The alley seemed to shrink around them, stone and shadow pressing in as her heartbeat grew louder, faster, a thrum in her ears that matched the rhythm of falling rain.

She didn’t back away.

Didn’t want to.

“I’ll read them,” she continued, her voice steadier now, though her chest still rose and fell in rapid little catches. “Then I’ll hide them somewhere. Maybe… maybe I’ll bury them deep, where no one will ever find them. No one shall know it was you who brought them to me.”

With delicate care, she tucked the bundle of letters beneath the layers of her coat, securing it close to her body like something sacred. Her hands moved on instinct alone, her mind was still tangled in the feel of him so close to her, in the pull of golden eyes that seemed to see right through every practiced smile and sharpened edge she wore like armor.

He was danger. Complication.

She had told herself he was only an asset, something to be leveraged, manipulated, discarded when the time was right. And yet… she couldn’t stop looking at him. Couldn’t ignore the way he had helped her without hesitation.

And gods help her, it was starting to mean something.

More than it should.

More than she had meant it to.

He wasn’t supposed to matter. . .

“Just be careful” he murmured.

His hand lifted then, slowly, deliberately and brushed a soaked strand of hair from her cheek, knuckles grazing the side of her face. There was nothing rushed in the gesture. If anything, it was reverent. Like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to touch her at all, but did it anyway.

His eyes didn’t leave hers.

And for one brief, traitorous second, he leaned in.

The space between them narrowed, his breath brushing hers, his hand ghosting near the side of her neck. Too close. Close enough to feel it, whatever it was, blooming slow and dangerous between them.

Yet, just before the space collapsed, he moved to turn. To leave her behind, find himself a plausible enough alibi that did not align with hers, so they would not be in trouble anytime soon.

And she moved too.

Her fingers curled around his wrist and with a sudden pull, she dragged him down into a kiss, fierce and desperate.

He gasped against her mouth, stunned into stillness.

Only for a second.

Then he kissed her back, one hand braced against the wall beside her head, the other at her waist, holding her like he wasn’t sure if he meant to pull her closer or push her away.

Just as the heat flared between them, just as the moment threatened to become too much -

She pushed him back. Gently. Wordlessly.

And vanished into the alleyway, her cloak sweeping behind her like a parting spell.

Alaric lingered in the silence, his breath was steady but shallow, as if exhaling might shatter the moment still clinging to him.

He tilted his head back toward the dark sky, leaning against the cold wall behind him as rain was slipping down his face. Eyes closed, jaw tense, he drew in a long breath -

and let it out in a low, hushed whisper,

“…Fuuuuuck.”

- A little something written & drawn based on my last DnD CoS session

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Attacks for @lulugoblin.bsky.social and @hamartichi.bsky.social 👓

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Good-bye, Maysilee Donner,

who I loathed, then grudgingly respected, then loved. Not as a sweetheart or even a friend. A sister, I'd said.

Edit (update): Find Wyatt here!! <3

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meanest girl in town

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Suzanne Collins number one Maysilee Donner defender

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Sunrise on the Reaping

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What We Know About Messa

(last updated 7/4/25!)

Kira Kitazato, codename Messa, is a 25 year-old medical intern. He joins the team as a “Phantom Idol”, or cognitive teammate.

His files are named with the codename "Doctor" instead of his canon codename Messa. The exact significance of this, if any, is unknown, but it seems likely his codename was changed shortly before he was added, due to Version 2.1.2 briefly hinting at his codename with "D" before being changed to "M".

His Japanese voice actor is Nobuhiko Okamoto.

Kira is a Confidant of Wonder’s, though exactly what the earliest point it becomes available at is unclear, as he was added in a later update. His Confidant focuses on his testing to try to determine why people have gradually been losing their will to live (implied to be due to the general loss of desires) over the past few years.

He also had a special animated promo video focused on him.

His Confidant bonuses improve the efficiency of the team's ranged attacks in combat. More information about Kira's Confidant can be found here.

His Confidant was described as:

"The “intern” obsessed with experiments A 25-year-old male who works as an intern at a hospital in Tokyo. There seems to be some secret reason why he aspires to become a doctor…? While he is passionate about learning various cases, he also has a naughty side that uses toy eyeballs to play pranks. He realizes that many patients are gradually losing the desire to “live”, so he hopes to change this world."

Supported by the above, Kira comes across as someone disinterested in anything other than his goals. He shows little enthusiasm or tolerance for anything that isn't his focus or gets in his way, regardless of what the thing actually is, and can be quite rudely dismissive. When two girls approach him and Wonder in the arcade and seem interested, he very coldly and flatly tells them to go away, to the point that even Wonder points out he could've been a bit gentler. Kira mentions his sister often tries to improve his people skills, and cites his sister as the reason he has any people skills, or even bothers to take care of his own appearance at all. In general, he seems to care very little what people think or how he makes them feel.

Despite this, he does evidently have an interest in their wellbeing- he's concerned with the increase in patients that just give up, and don't want to bother making any effort to try to get better, that he's allegedly perceived in recent years. However, it's worth noting that he filters this through his own interests, and begins "testing" the general public's will to keep fighting by playing Gun About against strangers in the arcade and completely cornering them with his superior skills. This seems to suggest that if he wants to care about something, he connects it to something else that he already cares about. Either that, or it was just the first thing that came to mind to "test" this trend, and he stuck with it.

While playing Gun About- and in combat, as a Phantom Idol- Kira displays a different side, becoming taunting and bloodthirsty, pursuing all openings with brutal efficiency, and laughing somewhat maniacally the entire time. It doesn't seem to be an act he's putting on, but may nonetheless be part of the "test" of others' willpower to keep fighting back against him. He also generally becomes louder and more emotive.

Aside from this, while he's quieter, more reserved, and less emotive under most circumstances, he does have a playful side, and frequently makes jokes in normal conversation. These jokes are as flatly-delivered as anything else he says, but he tends to go for shock value, saying something wild with a completely straight face (for instance, claiming to be looking for some kind of rare demon-worship book when going to the bookstore with Wonder) before clarifying it was a joke in a similar tone. He also likes to play with fake eyeballs, suggesting he might have a bit of a fondness for the gruesome/medical aspects even in his jokes, perhaps because they also add to the "shock" for the average person.

Messa's Persona Harpy (the half human, half bird creature from Greek mythology), is categorized as a Physical type, and resists Physical while being weak to Gun.

Harpy is an Assassin Persona, meaning he's good at targeting single enemies. His trait grants Messa two combat forms, which alter his skills: he starts in the Hunter form, which gives him a chance to inflict a target with Bleeding (which causes the enemy to take almighty damage every round), and can temporarily switch to the Executioner form, which allows him to consume levels of Bleeding to inflict Tear (causing his attacks to deal extra damage based on how many levels of Bleeding the enemy has).

In Hunter form, his melee attack consists of two smaller hits. His first physical attack skill deals four hits to one enemy, and gives it one level of Bleeding; his second physical attack skill hits one enemy twice, causes them to immediately take damage from any Bleeding they have, and resets the number of rounds before their Bleeding wears off; and his support skill can be used once any enemy has 7 or more levels of Bleeding, and does not consume his turn, but switches him to Executioner form for one round.

In Executioner form, his melee attack is one larger hit. His first physical attack skill hits one enemy, and clears up to two levels of Bleeding (and can trigger Tear); and his second physical attack skill hits one enemy, dealing additional damage for every level of Bleeding and Tear they have, then clears all their levels of Bleeding (and can trigger Tear).

His passive skills allow every 30% of his effect hit rate to buff the damage caused by Bleeding, and buff his Hunter form's effect hit rate, and his Executioner form's attack penetration rate.

In combat, his melee weapons are a shortsword in his left hand, and a regular sword in his right hand (which are attached together into one weapon in his Executioner form) while his ranged weapon is a nail gun. His Highlight is shown from 3:11 - 3:21 in this video. It always starts with him in Hunter form, and afflicts the target with 5 levels of Bleeding, then he switches to Executioner form, and deals one physical attack to the target (and can trigger Tear).

His recommended card sets are 1) 8 of Wands (Swiftness) + Page of Swords (Wisdom), 2) 4 of Coins (Power) + Page of Coins (Growth).

The game recommends teaming him up with 1) Sepia and Riddle, 2) Summer Tomoko.

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HAYMITCH ABERNATHY, DISTRICT 12, WINNER OF THE 50TH HUNGER GAMES

I didn’t want to let them in, her and Peeta, but the walls of a person’s heart are not impregnable, not if they have ever known love. That’s what Lenore Dove says, anyway.

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haymitch: love is love <3

clerk carmine: yeah, but not your love. get AWAY from my niece.