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Random Solivan Brugmansia Headcanons Part 2

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Sol’s a D1 Gooner for m/c

⚠️Warning: Suggestive Language, and Violence Mentioned

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Headcanons 🎃:

Has considered getting more piercings, but you heavily influence this decision. If you told him you like his piercings he’d say something along the lines of “I was thinking about getting more…”in order to get a response out of you. He wouldn’t outright ask you this because he’d be nervous. If your response is along the lines of:

“You should definitely get more! Piercings are cool!” then he’s immediately getting more. Just imagine him straight after lecture speed walking off campus to a piercing shop. Also Bonus points if you suggest a certain piercing. The next day in one of your shared courses he has said piercing(s), though a bit swollen

“Oh that’s nice…” or No response would result in him tweaking out internally. Outside he’s non chalant about it and doesn’t bring up piercings into a conversation again. But He’d crash out, you can imagine he rips out all the piercings and punches the mirror at home, personally I don’t. Sol seems more like the type of person to keep his piercings. But he’d try to take breaks from wearing them, or even wears piercing retainers, since he had piercings before he even “officially” met you. He likes you but those are his piercings man. This is getting to logistical but in theory if each piercing costed about $50 USD (depending on where you go and location on your body and all that, it’s way more than $50 but let’s say $50 and not factor piercing guns which are cheaper) his upper body piercing including his ears would be about $700 USD since he has 5 on each ear, and he has his nipples pierced plus the spider bites on his lips. Only if you outright said “I don’t like piercings” is when he would consider removing his piercings.

Moving on from that analysis about his piercings, he would have some freaky piercings. I saw a person talk about him having a dick piercing and yeah I agree with them (shout out whoever said that) but I wanna add on that he’d have a stack…

Also! Imagine Sol with a tongue piercing… lowkey he’d have a silver one instead of a black one. Yeah he’s mismatching his jewlery but silver ball is superior (I’m sorry don’t cancel me)

Sol would go to great lengths to take care of his piercings! He cleans them daily with saline and does the whole salt water soaks if necessary.

Imagine Sol with a septum, not a ring or the the one withs the ball ends. A SPIKEY ONE!

Sol seems like the type to stretch his septum (if he had one) or his ears. Speaking of stretching his piercings I don’t think he’d be the patient type. He’d probably experience blowout (ouch if you’ve experienced it) because he couldn’t wait.

He gives off impaitient in general. Sol does not wanna play the waiting game anymore

This is more piercing talk but if you have piercings Sol has definitely thought about asking you about matching ones! But if you take the initiative he’d be cheesing, like kicking his feet in the air giggling.

“I was thinking that we get matching piercings Sol” his Jaw drops then he freaks out inside.

I can see Sol getting tattooed since he already has several piercings. Definitely would tattoo your name on him, though its between somewhere visible like his neck or arm or somewhere private like across his chest or above the groin (quite freaky if you ask me).

Some other tattoos that seem very “Sol” could be something Edgar Allan Poe related, maybe a raven in reference to “The Raven” or a line from a poem. A silly idea would be a pumpkin since yk you’re his “pumpkin”

Speaking of that imagine if he had a raven tattoo and you say something like “wow I like your Crow tattoo!”… like Crow? Which sounds like Crowe? Crowe as in that Ichabod?! Yeah Sol’s getting a coverup tattoo or if he’s feeling extra violent he’d scratch his skin off…

This idea is just goofy and doesn’t even sound like a headcanon but imagine Sol tattooed your face on his body somewhere like “aww” but also “wtf?”

Enough with the body mods and tattoo talk, moving on

Would love matching anything. Matching clothes? YES. Matching Jewlery? Sol might as well buy you a wedding ring and propose to you right there. Matching Hair? He already has the hair dye ready. He’s obviously crazy about you so Matching is beyond what he can imagine. Plus it would show others that you belong to him.

Speaking of matching I don’t think he would enjoy any commentary such as “awww you guys are so cute together!” Or “I love the matching the sweaters” like yeah boosts his ego but also “WTF?!” like what do they mean they love the sweaters? Do they love you? Also why are they complimenting you?! Why are they speaking to you?!(Sol is included in the compliments but he’s crazy so no logic there) The Brightside is that ygs are recognized as being together…

He’s probably really into smelling you, even if you are stinky and you came back from the gym or something. Your smell drives him CRAZY.

Forgot to mention but if you ever make him something, he tweaks out. Like oh you made him a bracelet? He wears it even in the shower. You made him lunch? He’s cheesing and finishes every last bite. Wrote him a note telling him “good luck” on a final? Yeah he’s keeping that note forever, of course he laminates it. As mentioned in part 1, he’d have a shrine, and everything you made for him resides within that shrine.

Your Opinion matters as stated on multiple occasions. If you ever say something like “oh short hair looks good on some people” then he’s getting that haircut. Same thing if you like long hair, he’d grow it out for you.

Quite literally everything he does is for you.

While we don’t know information about Sol’s family and if he even has any, if you asked him about his Family he’d get really quiet and you should take that as a hint to move onto a different topic.

I forgot if I mentioned this in my last post, but Sol is the type to wear guyliner and do his eyebrows….

Keeping up appearances is important to him as it directly impacts your perspective on him.

On my Sol you are the apple of his eye

He would enjoy intimate moments: sharing a pair of earbuds with you, video calling late at night, falling asleep next to eachother.

But if you wanna get freaked out and have sex all the time then he doesn’t mind that…

Sol’s down for all kinds of intimacy because it’s with you.

Even though your first “hangout/date” was the arcade at the movie theater, Sol would put in effort towards a “makeup hangout/date” so that you can see the better of him. Plus he’d like to know you and spend time with you. (He does know everything about you but he’ll pretend like he doesn’t know your social security number especially at a moment where you’re aware of the time you’re spending with him god he’s such a freak)

He manifests you. Sol is not exactly the religious or spiritual type but I mean if collecting crystals and getting tarot readings will help him date you then hell yeah. He needs all the help he can get, he already knows he has you but just for security I suppose…

We already are aware that he stalks the shit out of you and likely has photos of you but just imagine Sol walking to a print store asking the cashier to buy a 6 foot poster of you. The cashier isn’t paid enough to question Sol but they’re also like “wtf?”. Logically Sol would probably ask Hyugo for help since Hyugo has resources or Sol has a used and abused printer at home (Lolz)

As Stated in the last headcanon Sol doesn’t seem to be studious but if he needs to then yeah he can lock in. On one assignment he could get a D; the bare minimum, but he can easily get an A. Though the professor would question him if they cared enough.

Sol would lock in for class if it involves you. Although Sol is irrational and aggressive it doesn’t mean he isn’t academically Smart.

Socially he sucks and is awkward plus antisocial. This is seen with his interactions towards you and given the fact that his only friend is hyugo (albeit through a mutual agreement or contract). I mean you don’t just ask someone to get married after they compliment the lunch you made.

Anyone who’s not you isn’t worth his time. Regarding assigned partner work, he’d ask to do it alone or Hyugo in advanced helped him out and had the professor assign the two together. I can see Hyugo also helping Sol out by bribing your professor to pair you together on several occasions.

Sol is the Crazy ex. If you managed to breakup with him he’d go insane. He’d isolate you and kill everyone you love like duhh but let’s start out slow. His immediate response would be to get back together with you, he’d apologize and literally get down on his hands and knees begging you to come back. You’re stupid if you think he would let you go so easily. If he can’t get back together with you through apologizing and begging then he’d move onto finding out the cause. He’s stalking your socials, and also your friends to see if they were the reason. If Sol can’t deduce anything from his investigation then that’s when he becomes hysterical and takes it out on everyone with an axe of course!

Scenario

You: “I’m breaking up”

Sol: “I’m pregnant!”

You: “I meant the phone”

Sol:”Sorry I panicked” ahhhh Sol

Really suggestive but regarding sexual intimacy he’s so freaked out, if you can match his freak then you’re in for a long ride. Sol is the type to be into anything. He has to be open minded for his pumpkin.

An Idea I had is rather than let’s say Sol having photos of you up on his walls, he has portraits and all kinds of paintings of you on his walls plus the photos but more so Art of you. If he was into sculpture then he’d carve a marble statue of you. You are his muse. An analogy that can explain this relationship is how the ancient greek scuptors idealized the body and human form, Sol is the greek sculptor and you are the ideal form of the human body. You are beauty.

Speaking of art, he has definitely crashed out after drawing or painting you. Maybe the lightings off or he drew your eyes wrong, he’s putting that piece into storage or something. While he wasn’t able to capture your essence properly, he can’t bring himself to throw it away or destroy it because he thought of you while making it. The next piece he spends extra time on it.

He’s such a yearner. He has that yearning playlist dedicated to you on Spotify. I can already envision the Jeff Buckley “everybody here wants you” or Radiohead “all I need” albums on the playlist

Speaking of Music Sol looks like the type of listen to pierce the veil and sleeping with Sirens or some other alternative music but in actuality he’d listen to your favorite music (if it is actually PTV and SWS then hell yeah) or some other sort of yearning music directed towards you

Sol has written Poems about you. (Yk Since he likes Poe)

Sol’s Poems would range from Haikus about you to feelings of rage towards Crowe but also the frustration he feels waiting for you to notice him.

He is the ultimate Crowe hater. D1 Anti-Crowe.

To be honest Sol’s obsession with you is quite deluded. He is self aware that he is unhealthily obsessed with you but he doesn’t care. Feelings of doubt towards you are nonexistent and he’d shut down any contradictions. If Hyugo were to comment on Sol’s infatuation with you, Sol would be infuriated and say something snide like “your advice wasn’t a condition I agreed to” or straight up “shut the fuck up.”

In the “No Witnesses ending” where you strangle him with his choker, he probably enjoyed that. The physical part, not the part where you’re crying about Crowe because you love Crowe and not Sol. Boo Crowe👎 also Boo Hyugo👎 after he stabs you

It’s canon from Fantasia Tumblr that after the NW ending that Sol begs Hyugo to kill him. But if Hyugo doesn’t kill him, Sol would die exactly how you did. Sol would stab himself in the chest, kind of sweet in a sense, but it’s symbolic. It’d be retribution for your death indirectly caused by Sol.

Sol has a belt collection and specifically a studded belt one. Just imagine Sol with a green checkered belt.

Sol would change his aesthetic for you. He’d be like Ren from 14 days with you (if yk). If you say that you prefer softer aesthetics then he works on becoming your preference. You’re funny if you think you can have a type, like what do you mean type? Sol is your type and Your type is Sol. Sol becomes your type, your ideal boyfriend and eventually husband.

Sol pours his blood sweat and tears into you. All of his being goes towards you. You are his reason for living (duhhh)

I feel like one of Sol’s main methods for courting you is through imitation he’s like the periwinkle purple audio. If you like a certain food then all of the sudden that’s Sol’s favorite food. Your Likes, dislikes and hobbies become a part of Sol. Imitation is a smart tactic since people tend to go for others that are like them/ similar. Shared tastes is an easy way to make conversation,

Sol doesn’t care about the “opposites attract” trope, especially if its aesthetic wise . Only if you believe in the “opposites attract” trope then Sol would be fine with it

He’d let you yap about interests, some drama you heard, complaints. He’s a listener, but he can be a yapper (only if you want him to be)

I feel like sometimes Sol get tired of cooking since he cooks lunch for Hyugo and himself all the time.

Sol has a high tolerance for mostly anything you do. Mayb you kept burning the food while you guys were cooking at you apartment, he doesn’t mind it happens! Plus it’d be an honor for him to taste your cooking. Or Maybe you made stupid financial decision, dw Sol’s got you. But if you spend more time with someone other than Sol? That’s his final straw.

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Okay That’s enough. I spent over 2+ hours writing these and I can see a part 3. These have been checked for errors to the best of the abilities. Again thank you for all the support! And Suggestions are appreciated! I noticed in this series of headcanons I jump back and forth between ideas, apologies in advance, things just come to mind. I know I said I would write Crowe headcanons and I will soon! Also I don’t know if any of you notice but my formatting is between two types as I progress as a blogger. Okay enough thanks again you perverts… Also let me clarify that I do not condone the things Sol has done to m/c in the game, let me live and have imaginary headcanons, though some are on the far side of headcanon much less canon behavior.

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TW: Cussing, Walkers (Zombies), Negan is a Villan, SA (Implied, offscreen), PTSD symptoms, threats of violence, fighting walkers, fighting people.

Part 49

Dead Weight - Part 50

The weeks leading up to this moment have been a blur of preparation and planning. You've been hitting Savior outposts with the group, each successful raid building toward some kind of final confrontation. But despite the progress, despite the victories, you can feel the weight of everything pressing down on you.

You check your weapon for the hundredth time.

Daryl hasn't left your side much during the planning sessions. You catch him watching you constantly, ready to step in at the first sign of distress. It's protective and suffocating all at once.

She's stronger now, he tells himself, watching you interact with Jesus and Aaron. But she still gets that look sometimes. Like she's somewhere else, Somewhere bad.

The trash people Rick has made a deal with make your skin crawl. There's something about their broken speech patterns and strange mannerisms that sets your teeth on edge. When Jadis speaks, you find yourself moving closer to Glen unconsciously.

"They're... odd, right ?" you whisper to him during one of the planning sessions.

"Odd doesn't cover it," Glen mutters back, and you're grateful he doesn't ask why they bother you so much. The truth is, their unpredictability reminds you too much of Negan's psychological games.

But Rick seems confident in the alliance, so you push down your unease and focus on the plan. The Sanctuary assault is just weeks away, and every detail has to be perfect.

Maps are spread across the surface, marked with red X's indicating what was once Savior outposts, and the tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife.

You sit beside Daryl, close enough that his knee brushes yours under the table. He's positioned himself between you and the door, a habit he's developed since your escape from the Sanctuary weeks ago.

She's still jumpy, Daryl observes, noting how your fingers tap nervously against your leg whenever someone raises their voice. Hate seein' her like this.

"The last satellite outpost is here," Rick says, pointing to a mark on the map, "that's our best starting point. We take it out, use the cars to lead a herd to the Sanctuary compound."

"Walker herd that size could take out half their defenses," Michonne adds, leaning forward. "Force them to use ammunition, weaken their position."

Jesus nods in agreement. "The Saviors have gotten comfortable. They're not expecting coordinated resistance."

"Good," Glen says, his voice hard. "They deserve everything that's coming to them."

Daryl's jaw clenches as the discussion continues, his protective instincts on high alert every time someone's voice gets too loud or aggressive.

"We hit them fast and hard," Aaron suggests. "Multiple assaults. Confuse them, divide their forces."

"They won't be expecting it from Oceanside either," Eric adds. "Most of them probably haven't realized we're working together yet."

The conversation grows more heated as details are hammered out. Voices rise, fists pound on tables, and the aggressive energy fills the room like a living thing.

But before he can suggest a break, you surprise everyone by speaking up.

"Wait," you say, your voice cutting through the heated discussion. "Just... wait a minute."

Everyone turns to look at you, and Daryl sees you steel yourself against the attention.

"There are ordinary people in there," you continue, your voice growing stronger. "People who didn't choose this life, who are just trying to survive."

Rick's expression softens slightly. "We know there are workers, people who—"

"No, you don't understand." You take a shaky breath, and Daryl instinctively leans closer, ready to step in if you need him to. "His wives. Negan's wives. They're not there by choice. They're there because they had to be."

The room goes quiet, and Daryl feels his chest tighten, with rage.

"They're like me," you whisper, and the words hit the room like a physical blow. "Put in terrible situations to protect the people they love. To keep them alive. They didn't choose to be there any more than I chose to..." You trail off, unable to finish the sentence.

Michonne's voice is gentle when she speaks. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying we have to help them. The ordinary people living under his rule. They're victims too, not willing participants." Your hands are shaking now, but you press on. "When we do this, when we fight back, we have to remember that not everyone in there is our enemy."

The weight of your words settles over the group. Jesus is the first to nod.

"She's right. Any action we take has to account for non-combatants."

"That makes things more complicated," Michonne points out, but her tone isn't dismissive.

"Good things usually are," Rick says quietly, looking at you with something like pride in his eyes.

Then someone shouts from outside "Negan's here!"

The words hit you like a physical blow. Your chest tightens, and you have to focus on breathing as panic threatens to overwhelm you.

Not now.

Not when everyone needs to be strong.

Daryl immediately moves to your side. "Y'okay?"

"Gotta be" you say, but your hands are shaking.

You position yourself where you can hear the conversation between Rick and Negan, forcing yourself to listen despite every instinct screaming at you to run.

"Well, well, well," Negan's voice carries over the gate, that familiar mocking tone that makes your stomach turn. "Rick, my friend. I think we need to have a little chat."

Don't throw up, you tell yourself. Don't give him the satisfaction.

Daryl's hand hovers near your elbow, not quite touching but ready to offer support.

M'gonna put a bullet through his skull. He thinks to himself.

The conversation continues, Rick trying to maintain control while Negan plays his psychological games. Then Negan moves toward a casket.

"I brought you something," he says with theatrical flair. "Oh and ... Just because I brought her in a casket doesn't mean she has to leave in it."

Rick's eyes dart to Jadis, standing with her trash people in formation. Something feels wrong. The way she's positioned them, the slight smirk playing at her lips.

"Jadis," Rick says quietly, not taking his eyes off Negan. "Remember our deal."

Jadis tilts her head, that familiar bird-like movement. "We take. We keep. We decide." Her voice carries that strange, clipped cadence. "Decided different now."

The casket opens, and everything goes to hell.

Sasha emerges as a walker, lunging at Negan with the fury of the undead. In the chaos that follows, the trash people reveal their true allegiance, turning their weapons on your group instead of the Saviors.

"Now!" Jadis barks, her voice cutting through the gunfire. "Take! Take them all!"

The trash people move with mechanical precision, their weapons swinging toward Alexandria's fighters. One of them, the man with the wild hair, grins as he aims. "We deal. Better deal now."

Rick dives for cover, shouting over the chaos. "Jadis! We gave you what you wanted!"

"Wanted more," she calls back, her tone almost conversational despite the violence erupting around her. "He give more. We take more."

Negan, having narrowly avoided Sasha's walker form, laughs with genuine delight. "Oh, Rick! Did you really think these bargain-basement post-apocalyptic performance artists were gonna stay loyal to you?"

Jadis nods approvingly at Negan's words. "Wise man. Knows how to deal proper."

Another trash person, weapon trained on you, speaks in their distinctive broken rhythm: "Sorry. No sorry. New deal now"

"Get down!" Glen shouts, pulling you behind a wall as gunfire erupts around you.

You find yourself fighting back-to-back with Glen, just like old times, your weapons moving in practiced synchronization. Despite everything you've been through, the muscle memory is still there.

Daryl takes down two trash people with his rifle. Where the hell is she? Can't see her in all this mess.

You spot Carl taking cover behind a fence, and every protective instinct you have flares to life. He's seventeen now, more than capable of handling himself, but you've been watching him since he was eight years old.

"Carl!" you shout, providing covering fire as you move toward him. "This way!"

A Savior appears from around the corner, rifle raised and aimed at Carl's back. Without thinking, you tackle the teenager to the ground just as the shot rings out, the bullet whistling over both your heads.

"I had it!" Carl protests, but there's gratitude in his eyes.

"I know you did, Little Mister" you say, helping him to his feet. "Doesn't mean I'm going to stop trying to keep you safe."

As you notice you know have to look up to meet his eyes you realize you might have to rethink that nickname you gave him.

The battle rages on, but slowly the tide turns against you. One by one, your people are forced to their knees at gunpoint. You find yourself kneeling in the dirt beside Daryl, Negan's people surrounding you with smug satisfaction.

Negan walks the line of prisoners like he's inspecting merchandise, Lucille resting casually on his shoulder. When he stops in front of Carl, your blood turns to ice.

"Well, Carl," Negan says with false affection. "Look. At. You. Almost a man now. Almost."

The bat rises slightly, and you fight the urge to vomit. The memory of Abraham floods back, the sickening sound of Lucille connecting with skull and bone.

Not Carl, you think desperately. Anyone but the kid.

"You know what I think?" Negan continues. "I think it's time for another demonstration. Show your daddy here what happens when people don't follow the rules."

"Please," the word slips out before you can stop it, barely a whisper but loud enough for Negan to hear.

His head turns toward you like a predator scenting prey, and that familiar, nauseating smile spreads across his face.

"Well, well. Look who we have here." He moves toward you with slow, deliberate steps. "Hello, sweetheart. Miss me?"

Don't react, you tell yourself. Don't give him anything.

But your body betrays you, trembling visibly as he crouches down to your level.

"You know, I've been missing you," he says, his voice dropping to that intimate tone that makes your skin crawl. "Maybe it's time I took you home where you belong."

Gonna rip his goddamn throat out with my bare hands, Daryl thinks, every muscle in his body coiled like a spring.

"What do you say, sweetheart?" Negan continues, reaching out to touch your face. "Ready to come back home to your husband ?"

You jerk away from his touch, and he laughs.

"Playing hard to get? That's alright. I like a little fight in my wives."

The word hits Daryl like physical blows. Wives. Like you're nothing more than property. Like what he did to you was his goddamn right.

The tension crackles in the air as Negan circles Carl like a predator, Lucille gleaming with dried blood in the afternoon sun. The bat feels heavy in his hands, familiar and deadly.

"You know what, kid?" Negan's voice drops to that dangerous whisper that's gotten so many people killed. "I think it's time we wrapped this up." He raises Lucille slowly, savoring the moment. "Your old man's gonna wish he never crossed me when he sees what's left of his boy."

Carl doesn't flinch, his one good eye staring defiantly up at the man who's terrorized his family for months. "Go ahead," he says, voice steady despite everything. "Do it."

Negan's grin widens. "Oh, I like you, kid. Too bad you're gonna be—"

A roar erupts across Alexandria's courtyard. Not human - something deeper, more primal, like nothing that belongs in this broken world.

"What the hell—" Simon starts to say, his weapon swinging toward the sound, but the words die in his throat as Shiva explodes through Alexandria's gates.

The tiger moves like death incarnate, her massive 400-pound frame launching through the air with impossible grace. A Savior - one of the newer recruits who joined for the easy pickings - has exactly enough time to scream "Oh shit!" before Shiva's claws rake across his chest, tearing through cloth and flesh like paper.

The impact sends him sprawling backward, his assault rifle clattering away across the pavement. Shiva follows him down, her massive jaws clamping around his throat with a wet, crushing sound that makes even hardened Saviors step back in horror.

"Jesus Christ," Daryl breathes, watching in horrified fascination as the tiger's powerful muscles work. Blood sprays in arterial spurts across the dusty ground, painting the asphalt crimson as Shiva shakes her massive head back and forth. The Savior's legs kick frantically for a few seconds, then go still.

But Shiva doesn't let go immediately. Her wild instincts have taken over completely, and she continues to worry the corpse like the apex predator she is, ensuring her kill is thoroughly dead.

"ALEXANDRIA WILL NOT FALL!"

King Ezekiel's voice booms across the chaos as he strides through the gates, his theater training projecting every syllable with royal authority. Behind him, Kingdom fighters pour into Alexandria like an avenging army - men and women with makeshift armor and fierce determination, ready to die for their allies.

"Not today! Not ever!" Ezekiel continues, drawing his sword with a flourish that would look ridiculous from anyone else but somehow fits him perfectly. "For we are the righteous, and the righteous will prevail!"

"Fuck yeah, Kingdom!" Glen shouts from his position, raising his rifle as hope floods through him for the first time in hours. The reinforcements they'd desperately needed have arrived at the perfect moment.

The Saviors, who moments ago had been confident in their overwhelming numbers, suddenly find themselves caught in a nightmare. Half their attention is on the very real tiger currently mauling their comrade, while Kingdom fighters engage them from multiple directions.

"Fall back! Fall back!" Simon screams, but his voice is nearly drowned out by gunfire and shouting.

You scramble for your weapon where it fell during the initial chaos, muscle memory and adrenaline taking over as training kicks in. Your hands find the familiar grip of your rifle, and you're firing before you're fully conscious of the decision, putting rounds center mass into a Savior who's trying to flank Ezekiel's people.

The courtyard has become a war zone. Muzzle flashes light up the growing dusk as Kingdom fighters press their advantage, using the confusion and terror caused by Shiva's arrival to devastating effect. The tiger has moved on from her first kill, now stalking another Savior who's backed against a wall, whimpering.

"Please, please, I got kids—" the man starts to beg, but Shiva's not interested in negotiations. Her massive paw swipes across his midsection, claws tearing through fabric and flesh with wet, tearing sounds that make your stomach turn even after everything you've seen.

Negan, for the first time since you've known him, looks genuinely rattled. His cocky grin has vanished, replaced by the calculating look of a man reassessing a situation that's gone completely sideways.

"What the shit," he mutters, Lucille still in his hands but no longer raised toward Carl.

Ezekiel's sword finds its mark in a Savior's chest, the blade sliding between ribs with practiced ease.

"Kingdom stands with Alexandria!" he declares, pulling his weapon free with a spray of blood. "And we do not yield to tyrants!"

The battle rages on, but the tide has clearly turned. What started as Negan's moment of triumph has become a desperate fighting retreat as the Saviors realize they're outgunned, outmaneuvered, and facing a literal apex predator that doesn't care about their reputation.

A fleeting Savior, panicked and desperate, swings his rifle butt as he runs past you. The blow catches you in the side of the head, sending you sprawling into the dirt, your vision swimming.

Get up, you tell yourself, but your body isn't cooperating. Get up, damn it.

Through the haze of pain and confusion, you see movement approaching. Large, powerful, predatory. Shiva.

You've just witnessed what she can do.

The tiger is magnificent and terrifying, her golden coat splattered with fresh blood, a piece of torn cloth still caught between her teeth. Savior cloth.

"No, no, no," you whisper, voice hoarse as you scoot back on your hands, swallowing thickly. Your heart hammers against your ribs.

Her massive paws pad silently across the ground as she approaches your prone form, each step deliberate and measured.

Those amber eyes are locked on you, unblinking.

This is how I die, you think with strange calm. Mauled by a fucking tiger instead of the dead.

"Stay back!" you rasp, though your voice comes out as barely more than a croak. "Please..."

But instead of attacking, Shiva does something completely unexpected. She tilts her massive head, studying you with an intelligence that's almost human.

Then she lowers her great head and bunts you gently, the way a house cat might seek affection.

Her bloodied muzzle pushes against your shoulder, knocking you back slightly, and you can hear a deep rumbling purr emanating from her chest.

What the hell? you think, but somehow - against every instinct screaming at you to run - your trembling hand moves to rest against her fur. It's coarse and thick, warm with life and deadly power. The purring grows louder.

Your heart that was previously thudding like a war drum, start to slow down ableit fractionally.

"I don't... I don't understand," you breathe, staring into those golden eyes that seem almost gentle now.

"Shiva has always been an excellent judge of character," comes Ezekiel's voice from somewhere above you, calm and measured as always. "She recognizes the value of good people."

You look up to find the King standing there, leaning on his staff, completely unbothered by the fact that his tiger is nuzzling you in the middle of what remains of a battlefield, her mouth still stained with human blood.

"She killed them," you whisper, voice shaking. "I watched her..."

"She defended her people," Ezekiel corrects gently. "As she was meant to do. The Saviors chose their path when they decided to hurt the innocent."

Heavy footsteps approach, and Daryl appears at your other side, rifle still in hand, staring at the scene in disbelief. His eyes are wide, darting between you and the massive predator currently treating you like a favorite toy.

"What in the hell ..." he mutters, voice rough. "Y'hurt?" His gaze flicks to the blood on your temple where the rifle butt caught you.

"I'm okay," you manage, though your hand is still shaking as you stroke Shiva's fur. "I think."

Daryl crouches down beside you, his presence immediately comforting despite the surreal situation. "Never seen nothin' like this," he says, shaking his head as he watches Shiva continue to purr and nuzzle against you. "Damn thing's actin' like you're her cub or somethin'."

"She's not a thing," you say softly, surprised by your own defense of the tiger. "She's just... she's just doing what she thinks is right."

Daryl's eyes meet yours, something shifting in his expression. "Yeah, well," he mumbles, reaching out to brush some dirt from your cheek, "only m'woman would end up makin' friends with a damn tiger."

The undertone in his voice - the way he says 'woman' like you belong with him - sends warmth through your chest despite everything.

The sound of engines signals the last of the Saviors' retreat, their remaining forces scattering like roaches when the lights come on.

"M'gonna get yer head looked at," Daryl says, concern creeping into his voice as he notices you swaying slightly.

"In a moment," Ezekiel interjects, smiling at the scene before him. "Let Shiva finish her introduction. She does not offer her approval lightly."

For now, you're alive. You're safe. And somehow, you've gained the approval of a predator who's currently treating you like her new favorite person - even with human blood still staining her magnificent coat.

"This is insane," you whisper, but you're smiling now, the terror slowly fading as Shiva's rumbling purr continues to vibrate through your bones.

[amadinan]

TADC episode 5 analysis

I will collect here my thoughts that appeared after watching the 5th episode of TADC. And there are many of them, the episode is really rich in revealing the backstories of the characters and even lore. But I will mainly touch on Caine and the lore of the circus.

But first, some small thoughts before I move on to the Intermission time.

Jax is an NPC?

To be honest, I never believed in this theory, it is interesting in a vacuum, but nothing more. However, at this point we have not one, but three hints about this: Jax's number in episode 4, which refers to the Blender program and how copies are named there, the fact that Caine was able to make Jax a vegan (although Caine stated that he cannot influence the minds of players) and the fact that Jax himself was sure that he had a tail.

This would already be enough to consider the theory probable, but perhaps this hole is a little deeper. In the end, Caine was also able to influence Ragatha, although not directly.

But what if we combine this with the main theory of the circus, that all people are digital copies of minds? Then, Caine can theoretically control them, because from his program point of view, they are no different from very complex NPCs, which Caine churns out himself, like on a conveyor belt. Let's remember that Caine deleted Gummigoo because he was afraid of confusing him with a person (after all, even then there were thoughts that Caine accidentally deleted someone) and probably Caine deleted the original Jax, and then replaced him with a NPC copy that differs from the original only in the absence of a tail. After all, even in the episode with the evil team, we were shown that Caine can easily create humanoid personalities by copying them from players.

Caine and Gangle

In the fifth episode, I noticed two actions between them and both were not entirely direct. First: immediately after exiting the portal, Caine noticed Gangle's broken mask and fixed it without a word. Second: Gangle was not on the evil team, she was replaced by Orbsman. I think Caine realized that Gangle almost abstracted at the end of episode 4, so Caine decided to be a little more attentive to her. And he did not add an evil clone, because this clone ... would have been Gangle from episode 4 herself, which could only upset her.

"Sarcastic eye-flying" after Zooble's sentence.

It's only one phrase, but it's clearly a lore bomb, although it is not entirely clear without context. For starters, Caine does not call Zooble by name, not "player", "guest" or even "human", he calls them "toy-box character". This may again hint at digital copies, but not necessarily. And then Caine says "other intelligent AIs" and this is even stranger, who did he mean? People like him and Bubble, simple NPCs or  like players? It's unclear, but interesting, and Caine seriously doesn't like this idea from Zooble and again it's unclear why? The overload on the system? A possible NPC revolt? Caine is afraid that if there are too many characters, he will completely get confused who is who?

And finally, The Intermission time.

Get ready, there will be a complete searching for meaning where there may be none at all.

To be honest, I didn't understand everything, but some things may well have a context, so I'd be glad to hear your thoughts.

So, right after the intermission there was a bar where almost all the characters shared their past, and what if Caine shared too, just before this adventure? But purely in his style.

Right after the  start scene, we are shown Bubble and how three jaws overlap each other, and then also three Caines, each larger one holding the smaller one. This may refer to his development, how starting with something simple like Bubble, he first became "jaws" (probably an alpha version), and then more and more complex, until he became what he is now. This also corresponds to the fact that at the end of the scene, Caine sort of folds himself, and then a small splash screen plays like in the 2000s games and the computer monitor turns on/off.

Why in the next scene Pomni is not clear to me, but here's why exactly cubes suggested by @poprocksriot. Perhaps there were three parts or even three AI that became a single being: two eyes of Caine and Bubble (possibly a third eye, as in the concept art).

Gangle, Zooble and Jax are sucked into the void: a metaphor for sucking people into the game.

A bunch of eyes in the void and Caine in the light in the middle. I think this is one of the most important scenes, which shows that Caine "came to life" and is no longer just a program. Firstly, the official music, secondly (thank you, @puddingandp1) he breathes in this scene, which may just mean that he is now sentient. In addition, the eyes. There are indeed a lot of eyes, but NONE of them are looking at Caine himself, which could mean how he became an "rogue AI".

Then we see the chessboard floor and the characters. Their world is literally turned upside down. A bowling ball falls on Pomni and Jax, which may indicate their condition as they were affected by getting into the circus. Moreover, we even saw Pomnis' condition in the first series. The situation crushed her, like a bowling ball. With Gangle and Ragatha it is a little more complicated, cakes fall on them. This means that for them the situation in the circus is "sweeter" than what was in reality. We heard about the abuse in Ragatha's family right in this episode, so in the circus, where her mother is not, she could get better. And with Gangle it is even easier. She worked at such a hateful job that even simulating these memories for just one day almost killed her. In the circus there is Jax, as a minus, but she does not have to work and she can draw as much as she wants. And Kinger. He catches the ball, which seems to say that the situation has not crushed him, but then he is not just crushed, but directly knocked off the board (mind) by a black figure, the loss of Queenie.

Then it is more figurative. Caine literally holds everyone in his hands. The characters in Caine's "hat" and they are clearly being watched, then a bunch of mannequins, which can also refer to the fact that Caine, as a puppeteer, holds them under control.

Then Caine stands on the floor and the camera approaches him. Note that this is the same chessboard floor on which the others were standing, and a bowling ball can approach it, as if the camera was attached directly to it, but Caine manages (for now) to not let himself be crushed.

Then a corridor and abstractions. Well, here it is quite clear, the attitude and the display of lost players.

Then Zooble interrupts Caine and he hangs. Perhaps we should have seen something else, from which even Caine hung, but alas.

Of course, there is also a mysterious mannequin that follows Pomni and is possibly Gummigoo, but little is known about him yet.

That's all for now, I really liked the series, I'm sure it will only get more interesting.

[yandere-sins]

Leona is smart but he hasn't realized something AHAHA

If his duchess aka darling were to give birth, that child of his WILL be held to the same standards as their mom. Perhaps even higher; if their mother is a nobody who ends up as a duchess loved by the people and the royal family, the child who is of royal blood SHOULD be as good or better than their mother.

Which means that in the long run, Leona will have less time to spend with his duchess because everyone encourages the duchess to be heavily involved in her kid's education. As you said, the royal family nags Leona and praises his darling, so ofc the royal family encourages mommy-kid bonding time so that the child will take after her.

Ah, imagine being second-place to his brother, second-place as a father because your kid spends a lot of time with your wife and not you, and second-place in the hearts of the people.

Oh man, the last section really made my heart ache for my poor baby ;; Leona, you'll always be my number one!!!

That aside, you have a good point there! The child definitely has to live up to their title, but also probably not as strictly as the first-born of the reigning monarch. That's at least Leona's excuse as he takes his child out of the busy schedule despite protests (because, well, he's still the highest ranking in his own family, so no one can really go against him) and takes them on a daddy-kid date! Who can begrudge him for being a good father? No one!

Quite the contrary! If he takes the child out of the palace and shows them around by his side, people will actually start approving of him more, as it shows good character to be a good, involved father. They'd even praise him, and if he does it regularly, the kid is a great way to improve his standing with the people! Sure, his reputation won't be flawless, but at least people add, "But he is a good father," to it now.

It's a lot of work, but imagine how good the reception will be once he manages to unite all three—father, mother, child—in certain events, showing up and always carrying his kid around or feeding it despite having sitters and nannies for that! Now everyone sees, is a happy little family, united by a child and deeply in love in the public's eye. People are already speculating about baby number two by the way Leona holds his darling in public, rubbing their belly and whispering into their ear that he got it all under control.

The one thing the public loves more than a dedicated noble is a noble family, after all. And it'll bring them all together again, which is just the cherry on top (;

Bold of you to assume Rook wouldn't snap and try to hunt a lion.

That is interesting!

I can't help but think about how big the betrayal would be that not only Leona's darling wants to escape, but they seek the help of some former, annoying classmate! You could have just tried on your own or continued to try and turn everyone against Leona, but you chose to seek out the one annoying person that you shouldn't have. There are a lot of things Leona can forgive, but Rook helping his love run away is not one of them.

You can be happy if he doesn't kill Rook right in front of your eyes (nearly impossible anyway). Still, if Rook gets caught (he won't), Leona will make sure that he gets locked up for something as bad as attempted regicide, at least! All while you are kept locked up, chained to the bed, with doctors saying it is "necessary" for your "recovery". To the public, Leona will make it look like you were kidnapped and almost died as a consequence. People will be outraged, demanding justice! You are their beloved duchess that would never betray them, right?

This way, he has enough time to punish you for what happened. No one will ask if he leaves bruises and wounds on you, as he can simply explain it as the remnants of your kidnapping. It also allows him to spend time with you undisturbed, as your caring husband simply helps you with your recovery during this difficult time and asks for everyone's understanding that you need this to feel better. The people love you, after all, they'd want him to be with you and fulfill his vows to you.

However, behind closed doors, you'll not be spared all his anger and frustrations. All the things you've been refusing to do with him by avoiding him like the pest. He'll have someone come to implant a tracking device in you so you can never do something as foolish as this again, all while Leona mocks you for your failure and for relying on someone like Rook to help you. Luckily, you can make it up to him—if you suffer as much as you made him suffer with your stupid idea of fleeing.

Still, he stays awake and alert by your side at night. Always making sure no one comes back for you, while also imagining the ways Rook probably touched you to help you over barriers, tracing the spots he suspects the hunter's hands were on you with his hands and lips and even biting them to reclaim them. Leona can't get over the frustration of knowing you were by another man's side, blaming himself for every minute he didn't notice you were gone.

But don't worry. It's a mistake he learned never to repeat, too.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

can you write about Yandere mermaid or a female siren please?

Together Forever | Yandere Siren x Reader

Thinking about a siren woman on a mission, granted the ability to walk on land along with her sisters. A long-awaited revenge finally coming to fruition. As expected she dazzles all, surprised by the ease at charming all she comes across but she’s faltering because of something minor. Or rather someone.

“Hey Felis I was wondering if you’d be free to come with us to the arcade.”

“Nice try (Y/n), obviously Felis is too good for the arcade.”

“Yeah, she probably has important things to do.”

“Actually (Y/n) I would love to.”

“Great I’ll add you to the group chat.”

It’s you. The oddly talkative and goofy former outcast with the support of your atypical friends. Laughing about animated series and independent games with a sense of niche community found on most uni campuses. 

Usually, she should have never crossed paths with you. Unable to apply her shallow level of research to such a deep-seated community and deeming it irrelevant in the grand scheme of her plan. But something about you drew her in, maybe it was the contrast of your silence in class to your smiling visage at clubs. Or maybe it was the way you maintained the character you were cosplaying on campus during club-day. Or maybe it was the way she so easily slipped into her siren song when you cheered for her at karaoke. Either way, she just can’t stop, even if it means going against the original plan.

“What is your problem Felis!? You were supposed to have drowned more by now!”

“I am working on it, too many at one time and I’ll be a suspect!”

“We already are aware of that which is why we have a replacement waiting. What could possibly be worth delaying the plan for?!”

“...It’s something important!”

“Fine but do it fast. I’m demanding your apology in bodies. Twice as many, you hear?”

“...fine.”

Felis was meant to have killed more humans by now. Confirming that they were the children that the hex pointed them to. Unfortunately among these humans, she was meant to drown, was you. Beaming and clueless, inclusive and kind completely unaware that you were the only descendant of a distant ancestor entangled with the sirens long ago.

“Hey Felis, are you a swimmer?”

“Huh, what?! I…am. Why do you ask?”

“I’m just thinking about checking out this spot along the river, I heard it’s like some legendary rejuvenation spot. Would you maybe want to come?”

“Uh, sure.”

Just her luck the one human she happens to love and her sisters demand she drowns is you. It takes hours of soaking in her dorm’s shower before she comes up with a brilliant idea.

She’ll just drown you! 

Tell all the mutual friends you previously invited to go to another spot by the river giving the wrong landmark to find the unbeaten path; then purposely making the mistake for one of your close friends to correct her, allowing Felis to conveniently forget to tell the others. Now that her mistake has an adorably innocent papertrail she finds herself annoyed with the fact that your tight-knit  friend group wasn’t so easily swayed. 

“Hey (Y/n) you’re already swimming?”

“Yeah the current isn’t too bad here, I’m just watching the fish go by!”

“Thanks for inviting me again, (Y/n).”

“(Y/n) invites everyone to the river eventually, this has been the spot for ages.”

As if she didn’t already know that. “Oh is that so?”

“Yup just glad you can join us Felis, though I hope you don’t feel too left out we’ll be talking about that anime's new release.”

“Don’t apologize (Y/n), she knew who she was hanging out with.”

“Yeah most normies tend to avoid us like the plague, but my guess is Felis isn’t like that or maybe she just hasn’t got the memo.”

“Ohhh yes it’s like instead of injecting herself into social situations to drive the convo like a normal extrovert, she’s putting herself out of her comfort zone and silently observing like an introvert.” 

“Come one guys be nice.”

She endures it. A whole four hours of mindless chatter, she could care less about. Seeing the sun had begun to set she decided it was time to put her plan into action. Excusing herself from the river Felis disappeared into the forest surrounding. Letting the group speak in hushed voices all about her. Of course as a creature of the deep her hearing was strong enough to hear the not so-secret opinions of your friends. While she imagined the embarrassment they’d feel if she appeared before them, she decided to focus on the objective. 

“But it can’t be that bad? Is it? Those IGN reviews are always off.”

“Well yeah but I have to say it was pretty accurate to me!”

“I think you’re losing it.”

“Oh come on it’s not that–WHOA what is that?!”

“What’s what—glug—ahhh!”

Faster than any of your friends can realize you are underneath the surface of the rushing waters and headed downstream at an impossible speeds. A glimpse of something scaly along your side, chalked up to a hallucination as they climb out and run alongside the river with hopes to catch you. 

Within a minute you are out of sight and the group is left on their knees at the side of the river. Calling out your name and getting no response as the fear settles in. 

They’ve lost you.

For all they know you could be dead and in part it’s their fault. It has to be.

“Hey why’d you guys run away like that, what’s going on? Where’s (Y/n)?!”

They plead their various experiences. Their testimonies overlapping one another in a frantic haze until they take a beat to compose themselves. All crowding around Felis as they share the terrible news; watching nervously as her face beautifully twists with curiosity.

“Oh they probably ended up in a nearby cove. The map I looked at earlier had a couple marked on there. We can check and see if the current spat them out there.”

“....I’m still not sure that was the current. Maybe we should call–”

“Don’t stress. We check the coves and if we don’t find them we call. Okay? (Y/n) will probably be so mad if they knew you got all riled up on their behalf

“I don’t think they’d be mad more like happy we—“

“Come on. We’re losing daylight.”

The group follows Felis to this cove walking long after the sun has gone and the moon slowly begins to illuminate their walk. Their paranoid thoughts about where you might be, what they saw, and what would be the plan overtaking the group. Felis resumed her typical observation speaking up only to properly guide the group away from the main river. So consumed in their grief and fear not once had anyone questioned just how Felis knew where this cove was.

“Whoa is that someone’s swim trucks?!”

“These look new? Could this have been a bear attack?”

“No way maybe they were goofing and tore at it someother way look at all the beer cans around this place.”

“Yuck, they even have them going into the cove.”

“Come on, (Y/n) is waiting for us.”

What the group took as an optimistic statement, stepped over the cans and entered the mouth of the cove. Starting on the soggy sand along it’s sides until it dwindled landing the group in waist-length murky water. The only reflections being the occasional glint in the group’s eyes.

“H-how would we know if (Y/n) is in here?!”

“We’d h-have to call out and hopefully they’ll hear us, right?”

The groups hollering echoes off the walls of the cave. The only responses being their own shaky voices and the occasional splashing in the water.

��Guys I really don’t think they’re here!”

“Oh no we have to get outta here and call the police!”

This is stupid! We should’ve called them from the beginning. Let’s go.”

“Wait wheres Felis—uhp!”

Splash!!

In the inky darkness of the water beneath them something shifts and when they huddle near one another to look down at the space their friend was just at, something faintly blue glows beneath them. 

“WHAT THE HECK IS THAT!?”

“wE GoTTA GET OUT OF HERE!”

“THEY’RE GONE! BOTH GONE!”

“Hurry go for the exit!”

Scrambling in the water, they try to out-runnning the speedy glowing light under the rippling water. Another goes under and your remaining friend group is practically at the end of the cove happy to see the reflection of the moon against the water. 

“WE’RE ALMOST THERE!”

“Go go go!”

“Wait what’s in there!”

One of them points to the water where a similar blue light glows brighter under the water. Standing between them and the mouth of the cove, they frantically spare a glance at the fainter light closing in on them. With a frantic confusion their heads dart to each side wondering which of these mysterious lights they’ll finally get to see first. In the end the light that glows at the mouth of the cave is the brightest and the water opening up to reveal none other than–

“Felis!? You’re still alive?!”

It is she, who's silhouetted by the risen moon, and wearing a blue necklace that glows. With a sigh of relief they come closer to her smiling form and relax. Instantly put at ease by a friend in such a frightening situation. 

“I’ve missed you so much.”

She sounds different. Her voice, normally preppy and bright is now sultry and alluring in a way your friends haven’t quite realized. Of course they knew long before now that Felis was likened to a nymph among the masses. Impossibly slender, handsomely tall, and hair that flows down her back like an obsidian waterfall. Now it just seems so much more profound. So much more enrapturing to see her bare self at the exit of the cove. 

“Thank you for waiting. I didn’t mean to keep you long.”

Swooning, they didn’t bother speak. Just releasing the tension in their bodies and planning to float instead of trying to balance on the soggy sand. All was forgiven and all was forgotten especially the blue light behind glowing brighter. 

“Now eat my love! There’s plenty more where that came from!”

In the haze of their drunken trance, it was barely registered that the response in their limbs was impossible thanks to the jagged rows of teeth gnawing at their bloodied stumps. Their nerves ineffectively firing a warning and making their heart pump violently; all to be ignored as the brain designates a higher function for their failing bodies.

Be Food for Felis. 

It didn’t matter that their eyes flickered with familiarity as the glowing azure devourer resembled their missing friend or that globs of tears were falling onto their freezing face. Only that Felis too had revealed a jaw full of fangs and was penetrating their cranium with furious abandon. Like fulfilling a craving after a dutiful wait. 

“Don’t cry! Now they’ll be with you forever! Not in the same way I will but whatever!”

Carefully she framed her hands around your head she let’s your newly frigid and freshly scaly form lean against her. A mixture of grief and exhaustion allowing her to hold your placid form as she rubs her fingers against your closing eyelids. 

Drowning you was the best thing she could have ever done!

[scutesketch]

I just read the book that inspired TADC, and I have some theories.

I’m not the best at explaining things, but for those who don’t know, the book’s called: “I have no mouth and I must scream”, and it’s a story that takes place in a post-apocalyptic world where there are 5 people left of the human race and they have been trapped inside a sentient ai machine who has been torturing them for years and will do so for eternity.

The book is pretty violent and vulgar, and deals with heavy themes such as… uhh… unaliving yourself…. So it’s definitely not for everyone.

But honestly, I loved it so much. It’s very dark but I am a sucker for angst/whump stuff. I adore the writing style. However, after reading, I am honestly very worried about the TADC characters now. Obviously TADC has a wayyy different tone than the book, and I know it was only INSPIRED, and not the same story, but there are some overall themes in the story that I can see happening in TADC.

The story depicts the AI as this entity of pure rage and hatred wanting to endlessly torture the humans. In comparison to TADC, Caine is nothing like this, Caine makes adventures with good intentions, what’s what he was designed for, but it makes me question his morals.

All of Caine’s adventures involve some sort of torment. This is reflected greatly in contrast to the crew’s adventure suggestions. Caine is worried at the idea that his adventures aren’t enjoyable, but above all he is puzzled as to why his adventures of torment aren’t enjoyable to the players. That’s because it goes against his programming. He is designed to create adventures that go along a certain algorithm, but that algorithm was built on an odd sense of morals. So what Caine thinks is good, isn’t.

Caine seems to be oblivious, surely he wouldn’t purposefully torment the humans like in the book. But there are a few details in the show that are hinting towards Caine getting more twisted.

The major point being this moment:

“The only thing holding Caine back is the fact that he likes us”

Caine likes them, but what do you think would happen is he hated them? Like in the book?

Caine seems to be getting more frustrated with the crew, but it’s played off as a punchline in the episodes.

There are a couple more examples I could add like Caine glitching out in two different episodes, but it’s 1am in the morning and I’m still ranting about this.

Basically, I strongly believe the show is setting up Caine absolutely to crack. Expecially considering the inspiration.

I’ll probably edit this a bunch in the morning but I wanted to rant about it and spark up some discussion about possible parallels to the inspiration.

Oh! Before I go, I wanna mention there was one human left at the end, and I was curious of the thought of someone being left behind if/when the crew escapes the computer. Possibly Jax? I can see that happening as a self-sacrifice to save others. It could be a bittersweet end to his arc and character development.

[xoxo-chrmy]

guys these are all concepts okay..... I'm just sharing ideas so don't throw rocks at me or anything!!! 😸😸😸

Tw; some slight blood mentioned and shown, also possible grammar mistakes, and very sloppy drawings bcuz I finished this all last night 😓😓😓

I did wanted this to be a Gritty VHS-glitch horror with some thriller and mystery mixed with late 2000s dating sim aesthetics aaand the fonts being a distressed typewriter font for narration! the cursor could be a literal knife.. and the sound sfx being a static distortion, a faint heartbeats, and some whispers!! I want this slashfic rpg to be the type of Rpg horror game that will probably have two modes to save some ppl's sanity; Normal Mode or Lovesick Mode! Where basically, Normal mode will be quite forgiving and you will be able to rack up bloodlust points of your favorite slashers which means you will rarely get any death screens! And you get to save! Hooray!

And then Lovesick mode will be the harder mode, as it will be completely unforgiving and harder to raise your bloodlust points with your slashers which means it will also equal into more death screens, and maybeee.. you won't be able to save.. (I'm still debating on this) so you practically have to really think carefully about your choices and making the right call while playing Lovesick mode!

i haven't thought much about the mechanics and other stuff bcuz that costs too much brain power but this is my current idea for the inventory system...! That Darkness Meter in the top right is indeed, based off the time in the early Slashfic eps where we had our darkness rising, and I kind of liked that idea and decided to incorporate it here! The Darkness Meter practically acts like a sanity or mental darkness meter, where it rises with terrifying events that happens or other stuff that can cause your sanity to drain, and if you were to have a very high darkness meter, you'd start to get hallucinations (perhaps of shadow people or the slashers attacking you or whatever) and you will begin to get poor choices with your slashers (or other characters) that won't gain you any affection points whatsoever, and maybe it could equal to a death screen if you were to pick the wrong choice of words (to be fair they'd all be bad choices) but anyways!

Those little paper dividers you see on the side of the inventory are supposed to lead you to different options, i have no idea what the First peach colored divider with the paper icon would lead to but the Second blush colored divider with the heart icon would lead to the Slasher Relationship Tracker! The Third glaucous colored divider with the open book icon would lead to the Collectibles you can collect and lastly the Fourth basil colored divider with the question mark icon would obviously lead to a tutorial for all of the gameplay and stuff!! But now it's time to yap about the Slasher Affection Tracker and Collectibles.. sweats

the current concept of mine for the Slasher Affection Tracker.. is to make it look like a document for now! And these documents will all be personalized by their specific Slashers on the page, like Jay as an example would probably have a bunch of stickers on his! But anywho, basically you'd still have the bloodlust or affection meter on the relationship tracker obviously and I incorporated the meter from Slashfic since I had no clue on how to do mine.. and I wanted to add in the Status, a kill or spare status where you can tell how they feel about you, and so you can know if they plan to kill you any time soon! And lastly the Notes part, which is basically notes abt the slashers that will be written down or added with a sticky note whenever your bloodlust with them gets higher! And it's basically a way to get a quick insight on the slasher's personalities and likes or dislikes, or whatever!! It's supposed to help you understand them better so you know what choices to pick if you were to talk to them!

Now unto the Collectibles!! These would be Fun Items you can collect, or Endings you got after each run.. or Entries on the Slashers, aka, their lore! I keep thinking about how I had to write down their lore and replay some episodes just to get a small tidbit of lore, so I had the idea to actually be able to document and save their lore, via a collection of Entries! Each entry would also be personalized by the characters they're about just like the Slasher Affection Tracker, but this time you can track down and collect entries of their lore, backstory or whatever via polaroid pictures or pages or other stuff! (mostly had this idea just to save some slashfic writers) The endings part of the Collectibles could either be; replaying the ending scenes or it's mostly there for collectible purposes.. but yeah this is still a concept

now on to some gameplay mechanics concepts, since I said I wanted some mystery in this rpg version of slashfic..! yeah you can collect these little clues for ideas on your next objective Incase you didn't have any nor have no clue (maybe the tutorial would point out you'd have to collect clues for your next objective) or even collect some lore tid bits for the bloody entries and other such things! you basically be a little detective when you search around cabins or labs or wtv place you may be in to find some lore or clues..

i initially had the first thought to make it where you'd be able to go into first person mode and your knife cursor turns into a magnifying glass or bloody hand cursor and basically you're playing a point and click game when you're investigating whatever you're investigating.. but I don't know if that'd fit so I scrapped it and kept the 3d rpg feel

now! unto the dialogue mechanics that I had in mind! i think it'd be quite fun where during the dialogue, instead of getting some generic choices you have to click on, you'd have a timer suddenly appearing and you'll actually have to hover your knife cursor over to one of them to pick which of the choices seem like they'd get you any blood points or stuff like that!! there's honestly not much going on but i don't have any ideas yet but this is of course just a concept and a messy doodle of my idea but mb chat!

i also think it'd be quite silly where if you were to run into your slashers in the early start or whenever they're mad or whatever.. you could get attacked or chased! Where a Triangular pair of choices would appear and you'll have to Choose with the same knife cursor between: Fight, Flee, or Talk, all while the same timer would begin to count down but suddenly become all glitchy and then have a shorter time limit, which is intended to make you stressed and dreadful!!

Fight = risk of a death screen, but could gain bloodlust points from specific Slashers

Flee = stamina cost, but could could gain bloodlust points from specific Slashers

Talk = high risk but also a high reward (you have to use your knowledge abt them or their emotion to stop them, even gain bloodlust points!)

And if you were to- let's say, get caught while fleeing, get interrupted and attacked while talking or simply losing when fighting: then a Struggle Bar would appear! The struggle bar is a type of mechanic where you need to tap rapidly on the screen/button mash a keyboard button to be able to run away successfully! so this little game mechanic only appears if you're being attacked by one of the slashers and you'd have to rapidly click a button or rapidly tap the screen until the meter turns full so you will be able to momentarily 'overpower' your foe and be able to live!

yeah this is all I have in mind, I guess I could also show my scrapped ideas for the Saves and Endings Collection but yeah that's it!! i might edit this post when I feel like it but anyhow thanks for reading this concept of Slashfic as an Rpg 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏😸😸😸😸😸😸

i also ran out of images whoops

[drag0nstardust]

Roaring Knight Is Dess

The entire area the fight takes place in is christmas themed. There's snow and a christmas tree! Also one of the door codes is 1225 iirc. If you add that to the snowflake attacks and the antlers, this character is definitely a Holiday.

Rudy's got his own things going on, and narratively, I don't think it'd make much sense. He can't really leave the hospital without being noticed either. Someone would've commented on it already.

Can't be Noelle, since we know what she looks like in the dark world.

Can't be Carol, simply because THIS

is not someone who is in control. Carol, is very much someone who is trying to be in control at all times, she is not going to be a puppet this literally.

5. Narratively, it'd make sense if the controlling mother was controlling her rebellious daughter. She might not have caused whatever happened to Dess to make her this way, she might be trying to fix it even. She's still pulling strings though.

6. There's also the baseball bat sword and the Gaster hands, and probably a dozen other things I missed.

7. Also, I think there's multiple knights anyway. Carol could easily be one of them. Kris is definitely one of them. The Roaring Knight specifically, is Dess.

Also, slight tangent, I don't think Carol's faction is directly related to Gaster. Gaster's some kind of slightly eldritch entity, and so are we, the soul (and so is Dess at this point). To me, Carol reads more like a mortal trying to toy with forces she doesn't really understand, but thinks she does (specifically with the comment "YOU are always welcome here", probably directed at us, she does Not know how much of a gremlin the average player is lol).

Thank you for listening to my ted talk.

[laserbobcat]

@androgynous-agent69 "Take inspiration if you want" bruh I have the whole thing in my head already, and you got in there somehow and spied. Admit it. I mean it's a game about life and death, resurrections and messy families, so it's not surprising similar ideas float around.

Ok it ended up being LONG. My file says 1780 words. Buckle up. ⬇

I did think about Leshy trying to find the sibling's remains in Darkwood with what little is left of his powers, asking the lamb for help, hopefully to bring them back. I need them to go over the whole "Hey I was miserable because of your whole stupid cult and they killed my sister because she was too soft" at one point in their relationship, probably relatively early. Note that Morgan's grief is centuries old, and at this point it's more old sorrow than vivid pain. Meeting and fighting Leshy, and seeing the Lamb so calm about his own past, helped him let go of most of his lingering anger. Which is why he doesn't mind telling him that he was absent for the day to visit a particular tree, not far in Darkwood. He chose this place to go and remember his sister every year. He does ask Leshy about his past life as a god though. The god of chaos was elusive, only showing up to cause havoc, kill some of his followers, rewarding others apparently on whims, and leaving again for long periods of time. Leshy admits that he didn't care about any of it. The whole cult wasn't his thing, he liked the powers of a crown but not the obligations. He did care about his siblings, and his siblings insisted he had to have a following. He visited the mortals when he needed something, or when he was bored, and they seemed to be happy making up their own thing in his name and waiting for him to come back and cause chaos. He saw mortals kind of like funny insects. Or pets, at best. Morgan points out that he has some nerve to admit all of that to him, and Leshy simply says that he won't add insult to injury by lying to him. "I didn't care back then. I didn't even know there was something to care about. I care now, but it's too late." Morgan ends the conversation after a silence by saying that gods really were selfish and destructive, and leaves. He's not even angry, he sounds sad and tired, which is a billion time worse. So Leshy swallows his pride, and goes to the Lamb to ask for a favor. Find his eye, maybe there's some lingering power there he could use to track the dead cat's remains in his former domain. But it doesn't. The lamb finds it, it's a relic now that is useless to him for the time being, and the initiative fails. Morgan's been a bit distant after the whole conversation, and Leshy goes to him and apologizes for failing to help bring his sibling back. Morgan is astounded that he even tried, and that's the thing that finally makes him openly admit that he's a dear friend despite everything. And that he will have to murder him for good this time if he doesn't stop burrowing near the tailor workshop, so he should really stop, because murdering a friend is sad and he wouldn't want another sad story would he.

There's another part for this way later in the storyline, where the Lamb sends Narinder to the afterlife (he knows how to navigate it better than them) by lending him their power. He's searching for Morgan's soul, who is in a coma after a resurrection, weirdly stuck between life and death, his body frozen. Lambie could not find a way to bring him back properly. Narinder finds the yellow cat sitting under a tree, brightly colored compared to the complete white of the place. Sitting next to him is a ghost that is obviously his twin. She's carrying chains around her neck and wrists. She is eerily serene, and it apparently had a calming effect on Morgan, as they're both very peacefully sitting there, not even surprised to see the former god of death. Narinder tells the cat that he's being a pain in the ass for everyone and no, he's not dead and he has to come back pronto. Morgan wants to stay, at least for a while, he never got to be dead and have a break. It's peaceful here. He missed his sister. He barely had time to enjoy her company. To which Narinder answers that time flows differently here, and that back home he's been out cold for almost two months. When he doesn't really seem to care, he adds "My lamb is worried sick. Your friends are worried sick. Leshy is worried sick. Literally sick in his case. He dropped a lot of weight, and Heket is battling him every day to force him to eat. There's not a leaf left in his coat. I heard him say it's his fault that you died in Darkwood. But he even stopped throwing fits, he's silent now." Morgan is immediately on his feet, panicked, asking how he's even supposed to go back. Narinder starts scanning him, as he turns to his sister apologetically, but she smiles at him. "I listen, and I collect stories. I was so happy to hear yours. And so relieved you found some peace and happiness. When we meet next time, we will both have so much more to share!" Before he can answer, he disappears, after Narinder finally finds that the source of the problem was a faulty skull necklace that he immediately crushes. He is left there, relieved that this whole situation is finally resolved. The other cat is still sitting near the tree, thoughtfully watching him. She asks him if he wants to rest for a while, he seems tired. He answers that no, now that her idiot brother is not causing troubles anymore, his Lamb will finally catch a break, and therefore him too. He's about to leave, but he hesitates. There's something about the peaceful soul sitting here, all white and chains and serenity, that offsets him. She reminds him of the Lamb. He softens and asks her, if it was possible, would she want to come back with her brother. He warns her not to hope, he does not think it's possible. But he offers to try. She smiles and silently picks up the long phantom chain dangling from her cuffs, and hands it to him. "My name is Anya." Narinder disappears like Morgan did. He's back in his body, in the temple, near an exhausted Lamb, with the chain in his hand. Meanwhile in the healing bay, Morgan suddenly jolts awake and start frenetically repeating "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry I didn't realize I was gone so long I thought I was dead after what happened in Darkwood I'm sorry where's Lesh- Oh my Lamb you like like shit I'm so sorry why did you stop eating Narinder said that you stopped eating I'm so sorry I worried you-" and keeps apologizing as Leshy is silently crushing him in his arms. He does not let him out of his sight after that. Not that Morgan wants to go anywhere, he's constantly looking after him and making sure he's eating properly and recovering. The bettors are raging at this point. "Oh my Lamb- no I don't want to hear anything about proof they are obviously together now. No. No I don't care. "Nobody saw them kiss" I don't care. You owe me money. You already owed me money when they started "being roommates". Come on it's more PDA than 10 teenager couples combined. It's ridiculous. It's basically a romance novel at this point. And a cliche one. No shut up and give me my damn money."

Anya is brought back later after that. Lambie's been working hard on this kind of magic, and when the resurrection is successful, he's hopeful he can use it this way again to maybe find and bring back some of the sheep who were slaughtered to extinction. Narinder knows where they might be, despite being chained at the time, and Anya herself knows a surprising amount about them, since she spent her death traveling and listening. Maybe with time he can do it.

Narinder, Aym and Baal are calling Anya a warden. Some souls don't forget, or fade away, or merge, or change. They're exceptionally strong, and stay as solid and clear as they were the day of their arrival. They used to make them into helpers to guide the dead. Though they never noticed her, and she ended up helping in her own way, by sitting with other people who passed away and listening to their stories. She was distraught after dying, but rather quickly met someone from the Lamb's cult who thought she was Morgan, and ended up learning that her brother was safe. After that she decided to wait and listen for more. She ended up listening to everyone, for anything. When she realized that her brother was not joining her anytime soon, she decided to travel as far as possible to hear new stories. "Though the land of the dead is not a place that can be measured as you understand it. Everywhere is anywhere. But still, I traveled. I heard stories from all sort of people, old and young, sad and happy, kind and cruel. From places I will never know, from times long forgotten. Stories from fallen gods. They're all the same, and yet they're all different. Like currents in the same ocean." Because she knew the last Lamb saved her brother, and because the sheep she met told her about their fate, she paid attention to their tales in particular. She ends up spending a lot of time with Thena, the cult's scribe and record keeper, to put her knowledge to paper for them. Lambie is extremely grateful. They were only a child when the last sheep they knew was killed. They don't know much about them. Aym takes a liking to her, and ends up silently following her around like a guard dog. She appreciate his company. He says "She's the first normal person I met here" and he gets angry when people point out that the pale eerie cat who tells stories heard from dead gods is not normal at all, he's just as weird as her. Overall people like Anya a lot, she's such a good listener, and always know what to ask or say to help. What I mean by that is the cult now has a therapist. Aym's ace in this btw. Baal took all the horny, there was none left. Anya and him are platonically paired. I really need to draw her now lol

I also need to draw Morgan's dead twin sister. Might bring her back to life somehow.

[demonslayedher]

Things that went through my head while watching this episode (in 2025!)

--This episode exists in this format because somebody at Ufotable probably said, "You know what this series needs more of? Tengen's legs."

--That being said, two things I don't really like that I'm gonna just put out there: 1. I don't like seeing how beefy Tanjiro is, and 2. Ufotable is really hit and miss with filler. This one, which is mostly filler, has parts that work for me and parts that I think would have worked better if they were reigned in a bit.

--Okay, to come straight out with the point they wanted to make at the end of this episode (and in just about every other trying-to-add-personality-to-the-mob filler bit in this season), the other Corp members know that they aren't capable of defeating Upper Moons, let alone Kibutsuji Muzan. However, they are filled with hope that people like the Hashira and Tanjiro can, and they will do their best to get stronger so that they can support them.

--...Okay.

--First off, I am fine taking that at face value. That is a valid point to make in a series like this. In the end, many of them will make good on their commitment to their shared goal by sacrificing themselves to save those who have the real capacity for accomplishing the goal. They are, as Tanjiro has so often reiterated, bound by each other's wills, and pushed forward by the wills of many people.

--Also, it is a shonen. I am not going to read into this saying that harsh training in a short period would have just tired them out before the big battle. They're fine. Each and every one of these Corp members has clawed their way here with determination, commitment, and enough strength to break my arm bones in one hand alone. I wholeheartedly accept the storytelling premise that they have all benefited from this grueling training and that they will all come out stronger because of it, even if that does not mean they will be of the same caliber as those with more Gotouge-given talent.

--But gosh, dang it, Ufotable, did you have to be so heavy-handed with it!??

--There were hints leading up to that "I know I can't do it, but I believe you guys can! And I'm gonna do my best to support you!" declaration at the end, but gee whiz, I wish it could have been handled with more grace.

--As for what I think worked in this filler, Tengen's outright disgust with Corp members talking about getting out of training. These guys are committed--just as much as anybody who was driven to the Corp for more than money or (within a secret organization) glory--but Tengen can only see the gap between their commitment and that of Hashira who have trained to the point of spitting blood. He cannot see beyond that gap. And that is why there is some satisfaction in the "I can't do this, but I'm going to get stronger to help you guys anyway" ending. Tengen needed some hope restored in them.

--This is something I really like about the Hashira Training Arc--it was, for both the Hashira and the regular Corp members, a chance to get to know each other better and care about each other, and feel united in a common goal. This, after it has been so commonplace for the Hashira to seem like an organization all their own, with the others all just dragging on their heels. Until very recently, it was easy to just complain about the poor quality of the other Corp members, because the Hashira cannot see beyond that gap. It is like the curse of knowledge--once you know something well, you often cannot remember what it was like to not know it, so this can make you impatient with people who haven't got it yet. It makes it easy to overestimate others. These other Corp members have been saviors to so many people, but all it takes is one demon to end all that. And the Hashira have seen that too many times, and it colors their view of these very powerful people who have all been doing their best.

--More on that in the following episode, which I think improves on this a bit more

--Because this episodes is basically fan service

--Because we all like seeing Tengen's legs, right

--Because we all like seeing Tanjiro just hanging out and having domestic time with the girlies, who finally have gotten to process their new life and what they all went through on Yoshiwara

--Not that they have bothered to remember Zenitsu and Inosuke's names, but I'm sure they served them tea too and made sure to thank them (whether or not Zenitsu has any idea what he did, who knows)

--But that being said, this probably the first time Tanjiro and Uzui have seen each other since that battle, and Tengen's assessment of him and how he has grown--both in what he says to Tanjiro right away and what he thinks to himself during the fanservice mock-battle on the mountain is so satisfying, both for Tengen himself and for everyone who has been rooting Tanjiro on. So happy for Tengen that he gets to feel that he has contributed to the future of the Corp, despite his retirement.

--But, I love that flick of his eyepatch, dang, how satisfying

--Though it feels like Tengen does have a part of him who wishes to still be fighting (especially when he appears to find these Corp members unreliable and says how he'll look bad (to his former peers) if he sends them in such poor condition), Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma are all loving this new peaceful life and I am so happy for them.

--Now, having seen this in Toho Cinema with the short bit of them having bad movie-going etiquette because they just don't know any better, I looooove the idea of them all going out and doing things like going to the cinema for the first time. But, seeing as they were all essentially raised in a cult, they just don't understand some normal society stuff. Sure, they could work their way around the nighttime society of Yoshiwara because it was work and being ninja means infiltrating in order to spy, but even in their hobbies like going to hidden onsen and even in their chosen location for this training, they are still isolated from society, because that is what they know. I would looooove to see them be like, "Hey, have you heard of these things called 'caa-fei'? Tengen-sama, let's go to a 'caa-fei.' How do we dress for those? Do we need to wear Western-style dresses? Tengen-sama, how do we get those? Oh! Oh!! We can try that thing!! In those big buildings! Sho... that's right! 'Shopping spree!'" (Tengen probably knows how to handle large amounts of money and Hinatsuru can handle small purchases like groceries and supplies, but I'll bet Makio and Suma have no money-related sense because they just haven't needed to deal with it.)

--Okay now as for the other filler I think is working here

--It is a little heavy-handed, yes, but I do enjoy the scene with the two Corp members on patrol. Yes, it is a lot of exposition, but at least they just get to be normal dudes about it expressing what is normal to them. Corp life is normal to them now, they hate and fear demons and it gets pretty routine but they do take their work seriously. And like, if the Kamaboko boys get to be goofballs, these guys deserve to be goofballs too.

--And, frankly, letting them be goofballs is the best way for us to bond with them.

[yansurnummu]

Critiquing the Construction of Cipher's Midden

AKA "Why Can't Hermaeus Mora, In His Infinite Knowledge, Teach These Poor Nerds Some Basic Joinery Techniques"

Being back in Apocrypha replaying these quests after what, 2 years now? Got me actually looking around and looking at some details in a few houses (for fic purposes, of course) and then once I started doing that, being a woodworking aficionado with some construction experience myself, I couldn't help noticing a few things.

(Disclaimer that this is just for fun and not meant to be ripping on the actual ESO devs who did a great job of creating some really great environments and set pieces)

Unsupported beams: Putting beams across an otherwise open roof situation like this will add rigidity to the structure, but uh. They've gotta actually be attached to the frame. To have it just stuck to the interior panels like that is concerning. Honestly, from this point on, I'm just assuming any circular beams are purely a decorative choice because they just don't make sense otherwise.

Mystery Gaps: This is only the beginning for these particular beams. They will become a recurring theme. it's actually fairly common in modern-day construction to have multiple thinner pieces of wood (like 2x4s for example) stacked together like this to create support beams as this is usually a more cost-effective option than something like 4x4 hardwood and isn't really significantly less strong. but having 1-2 inch gaps between them is ???? not that bad I guess but just why? You're only making more work for yourself.

Missed Connections: If we're assuming these beams are carried over from the outside, then these oddly-spaced, doubled-up beams are likely what's supporting the eaves of the roof. That's not good! Leramil, your study's gonna blow over in a stiff breeze! Always carry your load-bearing beams across the frame!

This is Fine: well, it's not fine, it's probably not helping with insulation in here, but structurally it's not a big deal, just a bit baffling. It looks like their roofs are built in 3 layers; the boards visible behind the broken parts would be laid down first over the frame, and then the shingles on top, and then this broken shiplap (using that literally here lol) is the interior layer. Note how they don't quite meet up where the frame is.

I have no idea what that metal brace is holding up. Or the ropes. I guess the Ciphers are all just really into shibari or something.

Here we can see that someone among the Ciphers has the skills to actually cut proper joinery. From the look of it, that beam is supported by this round log, which has a joint cut into it to keep it in place. Good job!

And here we can see the ends of those doubled-up beams from the interior.

Decorative Protrusions: So, there is a historical precedent for details like this, but typically they would be supporting the floor of an attic. On the opposite side of this, there's just... wall.

After the nightmare that is the interior, I was interested to see how bad the foundation would be, but honestly? It's pretty solid, assuming the beams are lap jointed (cutting blocks off the beam on the outside and cutting a corner off your beams on the inside so they then fit together and sit flush without the need for nails) Evenly spaced 4x4 beams about a foot apart, this would be great if not for the floorboards running parallel to the beams themselves, and then the odd connections of the posts that serve as the foundation not actually sitting on the frame. So close!

So, canonically, I believe that the Ciphers get most of their material salvaged from Fathom's Drift, which makes things like this doorframe actually make a decent amount of sense. These long, curved beams could feasibly have been part of a ship's hull once, and I think that's a pretty cool touch.

Now, onto the walkways:

a suspension bridge without a railing is just a springboard for co-workers you hate. bonus points for the tripping hazard to make extra sure you faceplant on the ground below.

I have no words for this railing. the nice thing about it is, assuming all those rods are dowelled into the boards beneath them, this could actually work out if they properly connected the rail itself. which it doesn't seem like they have, if the mix of nails and rope is anything to go by.

Before I finish this, I just wanna take a quick look at some furniture:

(Yes, I know these are technically the rustic High Isle set, but I'm doing them anyway)

Really the only issue I have with this table and chair set is that the seat of the chair is covered in nails. Don't do that. You've already used dowels on the back, just use them to connect the seat as well. Or if you have to use nails, you can sink them down further and then plug them with something. (I'm sure there's a tamriel equivalent of wood filler, it's basically just sawdust and adhesive) Otherwise these are both pretty solid and well built.

The chair back is a little interesting though. It's pretty common for chairs to be built with tennon joints (basically the vertical pieces have niches carved into them, and the horizontal slats either have the ends tapered, or carved away entirely to sit flush with the other piece) but the visible dowels are a little weird and probably not doing anything structurally. I guess it could be an aesthetic choice.

TL;DR:

Most of this place would absolutely not pass a building inspection. These choices vary from dangerous to just kind of weird, and the Ciphers should probably find a new carpenter.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk <3

[hufflezki]

Hii! I've loved everything I've read from your account so far and wanted to request something of course only if you're interested/have time ✨️🫶

This is a Sirius x reader situation.

I was thinking a reader maybe like Malfoy little sister or any other pureblood family, and she is a "rebel" just like Sirius. The reader and Regulus could be classmates or know each other because they migh have classes together, partnering for projects, childhood friends or something like that...but since she's also different/same situation as Sirius, he [Sirius] might feel attracted to her because he feels like she understands, so he asks his brother for help to get her attention, in a way reader could be a bridge between the Black brothers, like Regulus' best friend and Sirius' partner/gf?. She might end up taking Regulus with her from Black Manor.

Thank youu, sorry if this is long idk how detailed it should be a request 😭 no problem if you decide not to write it 💕

[ 🦢 ᝰ.ᐟ ] thank you for requesting, loviee<33 sorry if this took a little while. I also ended up changing some things, but I hope you don't mindd!

-> sirius black x gn!reader, who doesn't share the same beliefs as her pureblood family, reader and regulus are close friends, james potter being a wingman, the black brothers live in the potter manor, word count: 1,233

“Come on, Jamie, don't tell me you’re not even a little bit curious?” Sirius whisper-yells at his bespectacled friend, as they peer at you and Regulus—in the living room—from behind a wall, not at all looking amiss. James wasn't quite sure how he ended up following Sirius’ steps. He’s been acting like this ever since he found out from Regulus, he definitely didn't beg him for information, that you had rejected another one of your parents’ proposals for an arranged marriage. And, apparently, this time you—alongside your younger sibling—finally decided to leave home with a friend's help. Hearing that alone sent Sirius into some kind of nostalgic mess. Which is why you’ve never left his mind the past few days.

Sirius knew you, you’d been one of the first few friends Regulus made at Hogwarts. The both of you share quite a few similarities, something that probably brings sense as to why you’re both so close. You both won't tolerate anything you deem nonsensical. You’re both just as stubborn. But you know how to use your wits to your own advantage. Which Sirius finds very admirable about you.

At first, he tried dismissing his feelings as just him being worried for his brother’s friend. After all, Regulus seems very fond of you out of all his friends. His little brother never misses to mention your name in a heartbeat. And Sirius, wanting to earn back his title of a good brother, began entertaining you as well when you came over. That’s until he found himself falling deeper into your labyrinth. Turns out, you shared more similarities with him. You come from a lineage of purebloods, that you despise because of the way they treat you. And you have a younger brother—who you’re trying to raise the best as you can. And that made Sirius dote on you even more. To the point his friends are beginning to notice.

“Curious? About my best friend's brother’s friend?” James scrunches his eyebrows together, repeating his words. “Geez, I think I’m gonna have a stroke.” He adds, but Sirius is too distracted to even hear him. Leaving James to stare at his hopeless looking friend. He’s never seen him this way before. Though, to be fair, you are giving his best friend a hard time just by being Regulus’ friend. Not to be taken as offensive, or anything, but he’s been acting kind of like a huge wall between you and Sirius. James finds it funny, though. Apparently, all it takes to cockblock Sirius is his own little brother.

A minute later, your two spectators see Regulus stand up, mutter something inaudible to you, before leaving. Sirius and James are forced to separate, pretending on doing their own things by the hallway. Regulus passes by them and eyes them, suspiciously, as James strangely inspects a nearby potted plant while Sirius fixes the broken head of a lamp. “You two can stop. We've already seen you.” The two friends exchange a look, before Regulus turns the hallway and heads to the kitchen.

Sirius gives James an incredulous look, before his friend gives him a slight push. “Go!” James eggs him on, grabbing him on the shoulders and turning him to the direction of the kitchen. “What? What do you want me to do?!” Sirius pushes himself back on his feet, but fails to do so when James starts pushing him forward. “Just ask Regulus to help you! You’re so obvious already!” Sirius turns around to face him, eyes wide. “I am not!” He looks at him as if James was the one being ridiculous for accusing him of acting like something that he is. Suddenly, you pop out behind them, from the living room.

“What’s all the commotion?” You startle James for a bit, but he finds his composure and convinces you with an excuse. Now, he’s dragging you back to the living room, with a promise to play chess. James, narrowing his eyes at his best friend, then mumbles. “Talk to him.” Before disappearing with you.

Sirius is then left to do one of the least things he wants to.

Talk to his brother about the way he feels.

“You like my friend?” Sirius feels like a proper dog with its tail tucked between its legs, as he feels Regulus’ scrutinizing gaze. Or is that just how he stares at people? Either way it was a little terrifying. He was trying to be vulnerable here, telling his little brother about how things started changing after you and him had that talk the last time. And suddenly the air seems rigid between him and Regulus.

Then a sigh, Sirius sees his brother grab the teapot and pour him a cup of tea. “Here, it should ease your nerves.” With his voice monotonous, he gives it to Sirius, who’s still a little bewildered. “Take it.” Regulus starts insisting, and eventually Sirius carefully grabs it from him, taking a big sip. And it did help, quite a bit actually, as his shoulders started to grow lighter.

“Green tea?”

“Yes. It's the only thing we have left.” Sirius hums, nodding his head as he takes another sip, before placing it back down on its coaster. “Anyway, I don't control how you feel. If you like them, I think it's best if you had this talk with them instead of me.” Regulus turns around, pouring himself a cup this time. Sirius follows him, pursing his lips, unsure. “Are you sure? That this is alright with you, I mean.” Familiar grey eyes stare at him once more, before Regulus speaks. “Like I said, I don't control the way you feel. Either way, I know you have good intentions. And they seem equally as interested in you” Regulus pauses. “I say, take the risk and just tell them. You deserve love too, Sirius.” With that said, Sirius feels much better than he did before.

He may not have been present for Regulus the last few years, but he’s glad that his brother’s giving him a chance to redeem himself.

“Sorry to interrupt your sibling time, but I just beat James in chess, and now he wants a rematch with an audience.” Your voice can be heard entering the kitchen, James trailing behind you like a defeated puppy. Sirius can’t help but smile. “If that's the case then,” He approaches you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, not missing the way you try to avoid his gaze. “I’m on your side.” Sirius mumbles, and he sees the corner of your lips tilt up.

“Great choice.” You finally meet his eyes, causing him to feel a little dazed. You’re even more charming up close. “As much as I want to team up with you as well. Seeing the circumstances, I guess it leaves me no choice.” You both hear Regulus pass by between the three of you, exiting the kitchen. “Wait, you’re teaming up with me?!” James trails behind him, giddy to have someone on his team.

“No, but I’ll be here to watch you lose again.” You both hear James’ loud gasp from the hallway.

“We shouldn’t let them wait much longer.” You say, Sirius trails his hand down to the small of you back, nodding in agreement. Before the both of you make your way back to the living room as well.

This day might’ve turned out much better than he anticipated.

marauders era masterlist ꩜ .ᐟ

[wildflowercryptid]

tealmaskshipping has infected my brain so severely so here are some very specific things ( like themes & imagery ) i accociate with mjverse!kieflo :

kieran-specific — hydrangeas & hinoki cypress, glitches, folkflore, nightsky, angel / bird wings, yellow + red-violet + green, the porygon line, darling by materu ( jayzeroey ver. linked bc i really love it ) & figure you out by djo

florian-specific — lily of the valley & yellow roses, mythology & fables, mornings, butterfly / moth wings, scarlet & vermillion, the rotom line, fireflies never came by harumaki gohan & dandelion by iyowa

hedgehog's dilemma

destiny knot / red string of fate ( with it tangling around kieran's neck & florian's legs )

mutual obsession & idolization

cupid & psyche

and suddenly everything is different. they have looked at each other.

sacrifice of the self ( sacrificing one's identity vs. sacrificing one's safety )

leaning on each other ( for support or as a display of affection )

unyielding devotion

deep admiration

stars

fireworks

daybreak / sunrises

anemone & bellflowers

shades of magenta

the applin line ( and apples in general )

songs — goodbye, my danish sweetheart by mitski, friends with you by the scary jokes, fireworks in the summer end by jin

[psychopomp-namine]

@lyd1adeetzz I am always happy to talk about the twins lol. replying through a reblog because... word count.

I've already talked about it at length here though, so I'll just copy paste the parts relevant to this post:

which is why I think post-reconstruction ima is so fascinating because it happens at the point where he has already accepted kako as an equal and he tries to be less overbearing. at the same time, he gained a new body, and there are hints that he actually shares some memories with sirei. I think, given their backstory, ima already had a complicated relationship with his body (and the reconstruction just adds more on top of that), but ultimately, ima-as-sirei allows him that extra physical distance from kako. he, quite literally, had to become a person outside of “kako’s twin brother” and “kako’s protector.” he no longer looks like kako nor can he even use hemoanima or even just fight at all. but ima without his kako responsibilities? he doesn’t know who that person is. so he assumes the role sirei once did. and I think that, because he was enjoying pretending to be sirei (and everyone else was fine with it) it allowed him to finally make connections with other people during the prologue. like he was REALLY into being a commanding officer and planning the excursion and actually helping drive the plot forward, figuring out the mysteries. he gets to do things and show more of his personality that aren’t strictly about/for kako! he’s contrarian and strategic and observant and plans for the worst case scenarios. maybe he actually shares an interest in mystery solving with kako, but he would have never known that as an inherent desire for himself. in any other situation, he’d be convinced that he probably likes it because kako likes it, and anything kako likes is good. you don’t really start to know the non-kako side of ima until very late into the first 100 days. maybe ima himself didn’t know either

in essence, ima-as-sirei could have been an interesting way to explore ima's identity (or truly, his lack thereof). ima defines himself as "kako's twin" and "kako's protector" and "the sibling that takes on all the shameful work so kako can remain pure and innocent and safe" and all of that is taken away from him without his consent. without that, he has to actually... figure out his own identity.

and also just, on a practical level. we know that ima takes care of his appearances because of his work. when he gets sirei's body, not only is he unable to protect kako physically, he also:

is in a position where he can do nothing but trust that kako can take care of herself and that kako will protect him (since he cannot use the revive-o-matic)

no longer has a body that is tied to his previous work, so any hangups he has over that (and he probably has many of them) is something he can perhaps try to untangle since the sirei body puts an additional distance to all of that

but that also means that, if he had survived the war, I just know ima was already thinking about, "okay what's my next job gonna be to provide for kako? how can I be useful in this body?"

if he has sirei's body, sure he doesn't have to go back to his old work, but he might also be forever tied to military work. which also isn't really good?

this situation also begs the question: if they switched places, would ima have asked yugamu to reconstruct kako?

plus, ima grew up distrusting adults. so I think he got a kick out of being the commanding officer to his senpais lol. and I mean, he was doing a pretty good job, all things considered! so, good for him!

we even see the effects of this too. when ima-as-sirei was coming up with the plan and selecting who would check out the base, he was okay with kako staying at the academy and being separated from her. he actually talks to other people without bringing up kako every 5 minutes. (minor spoilers for coming of age ->) in coa, during the slumber party, ima said he actually enjoyed it since he didn't really have any friends. so like. him just starting to have interpersonal connections with other people he's also starting to care about, even if it's through "mission work," is already a huge step for him.

it also hints a little bit about kako's own thoughts on their relationship. I think it's easy to fall into the idea the she wants to be free of their previous dynamic for her own personal independence, but what she wants is for ima to be free of his self-imposed duty. and, more importantly, she can also be selfish about ima (<- said without any judgement). like, she could have let ima die. ima would have been fine staying dead if it means kako lives for another day. but he lives another day, as sirei.

kako said something like, (non-verbatim) "if he wakes up and doesn't like it, I'll kill him myself" which is such an interesting characterization moment for her. I mean yeah, ima would be totally fine with kako killing him too, but let's think about this. is there ever a reality where ima will tell kako that he hates that she asked him to be reconstructed?

we might never know what ima actually thinks about this, because he'll always say that he's okay with it if kako is happy. and he'll believe his own words. and maybe he is genuinely okay with it! but given their backstory... I think ima having body autonomy issues is quite likely. "your body is a product" and all that. selling your body, forced body modification... it's whatever. to ima, those are the cards he's dealt with. and he's gonna deflect and be nonchalant and just accept that this is his lot in life. which, idk. is very sad to me.

of course, all this character exploration never really happens because, well. yeah. but I think ima-as-sirei could have been an interesting first step for ima to think about what it means to be his own person. which, at the end of the day, is all kako wants for him.

// route 0 spoilers

people saying "lol remember when they turned ima into sirei. what was that about" and I'm just here gritting my teeth so I don't join the conversation but it matters!! they didn't explore it too deeply but ima kinda needed to be forced into that!! and it gave kako depth!! oughhh I'm going insanse... is this what eito defenders feel like about their blorbo. I wish they actually explored this more and how ima-as-sirei changed their relationship in subtle ways, but unfortunately takumi doesn't really care lol, so why would they

[thegreatyin]

i am legitimately tempted to let the scoundrel lose her soul. not permanently, but just as like. An Incident™, y'know. a one-off goof. a gag, if you will

[quibbs126]

So I was thinking about how I like this one trope of a former antagonist joining the good guy team, only to find the team is honestly kind of a bunch of idiots and somehow becomes the responsible member of the group. I’m not sure where I’ve seen it, but I feel like I have and I like it

And then I decided “okay but what if I made this Megatron” and so now I’m telling you about this

I’m gonna say the setup is similar to Animated, where the original Autobot-Decepticon War ended a long time ago, and our protagonists, including Optimus, were born after the war, but not Megatron, who led the Decepticons. The Autobots and Megatron meet in some way, they crash land on Earth, same deal. And Megatron fights them initially, but eventually he decides to stop and even join up with this group of Autobots

I haven’t figured out the exact reason why, but it probably has to do with the war and the Decepticons being in exile for so long. Like at this point he’s lost the fire and hatred he had during the war and he just can’t find it in himself to continue, even if he feels the need to. That and possibly, he can’t really bring himself to hate these particular Autobots, who unlike the old Autobots he fought, haven’t really done anything to wrong him other than defend themselves and wear the Autobot symbol, which at this point any bot from Cybertron would

But yeah, he has a redemption of sorts and joins the group. I want to say this happens relatively early on in the story? Like he’s definitely part of the group by the end of this hypothetical Season 1. The villains for the rest of the story would be either other Decepticons who don’t share Megatron’s desire to simply stop the fighting, and/or a new group of Decepticons that have risen up from the ashes of the original to cause trouble for Cybertron once again

I’m thinking that maybe while Megatron doesn’t have much beef with the Autobot team he’s currently with, he might have more ire for the older ones he did fight during the war, particularly including whoever’s running the Autobots at this point. He probably also isn’t the nicest guy, considering he’s the former Decepticon warlord, but he’s working on it, or at least isn’t terrible

I also think it’d be juicy if in this scenario, we did still have a thing like in TFA Season 2 where the Autobot higher ups do come in and context the Earth Autobots, only for Lord Megatron himself to also be here, and seemingly part of their team. Especially if this is at a point in the story when Megatron’s proven himself to the team and saved their lives, and he’s a valuable member, but it’s kind of hard to explain to someone who wasn’t there. Also he’s being aggressive with the higher ups, which is not helping

And I’m coming back to this now after work, since I was writing this during break, and I don’t quite remember what else I was going to say, so I’ll just leave it here

Admittedly it probably isn’t that much different from other canon Megatron redemption stories, apart from the fact that nobody here really has history with him (though I think that could partially apply to Lost Light as well? Like I know he knew some of them, but I think most of the crew he’s not met or fought personally). But you know, it was a thought and I thought it sounded neat