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[theamberplumbob]

Base Game Renovation: Johnny's Trailer

Johnny’s tiny trailer couldn’t be more different from the massive mansion he grew up in. Instead of a cold, empty, modern mansion he has a cozy, colorful space to personalize however he likes. It might not be much, but it’s his, and he’s making it count. That includes his front garden, which he managed to landscape on his own. It’s his second proudest achievement, next to his first comedy special, that is.

Available on the gallery under ID: pinie72

[faggottonystark]

im going home this weekend for family photos (unimportant) but MORE IMPORTANTLY me and my brother get to start MCD SEASON 1 YIPPEEE

[loregoddess]

the post about monogamy in fandom had a lot of serious additions that I felt were good and interesting to read, but as a result it felt weird to clown in the tags but like

I don't talk DGS/tGAA a lot anymore, but I'm still very, very unhinged about Yuujin and Ayame, partly bc of my thing about wildly underdeveloped dead wives/mothers in fiction, sure, but also bc I do love the idea of them being in love, and then Yuujin having to work through his grief while in an entirely different part of the world, entirely separate from his daughter and family, for years. Like, yes, I am a huge fan of Yuujin x Sherlock (er, Herlock), but I'm also a huge fan of Yuujin being equally in love with both his wife and this guy he met after she died, and also I'm a fan of this weird AU that vaguely exists in my head where Ayame lives and for somehow also gets to meet hang out w/ Sherlock and Yuujin on their wacky adventures and they all fall in love w/ each other. But also, and to the point of the post I reblogged, the fandom's lack of attention to Ayame, often in favor of Sherlock, is honestly kind of sad.

[lovingjingyuan]

It's Just The Past You Can't Remember

Blade wants you because you look like his past lover whom he married when he was Yingxing. The same name, birthday, face, hair everything resembled his wife who died to help assist him in his crimes taking the flesh of the abundance emanator that turned him immortal. 

This will be hard to understand if you don't know the actual in-game lore how Blade actually became immortal so I'll sum it quick ***Jingliu said something along the line in the quest where they all meet up. Yingxing is a fool for taking an abundance emanator's(Shuhu) flesh to assist Dan Feng in saving Baiheng but ended up backfiring turning him into a immortal, becoming a curse for him*** Yeah that's the actual in game lore in a quest. Hopes this helps understand! I changed some parts to adjust to the story but the one I just said is the real version.

Yandere Blade x Yingxing's reincarnated wife

---♡𓌜 Bladie 𓁍

Blade laid his eyes on you through the coward. This wasn't the first time you two had met on another planet. You were in Elio's script so he always knew exactly where you are and what your every move is.

Even if he cannot remember his past fully he knew out of Five people Three must pay the price. And he pursues those very words. He remembered that Yingxing, his past self, had a wife who died in his arms.

Jing Yuan and Jingliu confirmed those very words. Pictures of their engagement kept in Jing Yuan's basement confirmed those dreams he had of his past life with you.

So now he stood waiting for the opportunity to take you. He will never let anyone take you away now. No matter how long he'll always hunt you down on every planet you go to just to pursue you.

You laid your eyes on Blade while he walked towards you pushing through the cowards of people.

Why is he here? You think to yourself as you push through the people to get yourself out of here. Fear rushed through your veins as you hurried out of here.

You ran to tell the guards on this planet that a wanted criminal from the IPC was here. A stellaron hunter. This was never your first encounter with him where he constantly harasses you with the idea you're his past lover and he's here to take you back.

You can't remember your past life! And you don't know this man at all so why is he here?! Every relationship you got in was over in a heartbeat. They all abandoned you due to fear of Blade and his sword slaying through their necks.

To Blade, you're still his wife even if you can't remember the past. Can he remember it clearly himself? No, but knows enough to put the pieces together and desire to live through those moments once again. To him; you being a new person is basically almost a win-win. He’s not his old self you’re not your past self so why not start a new beginning together? Just a refreshing start, just the two of you forever. 

You stopped in your tracks when in one swift motion an arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in his embrace.

"Found you," the harshness of his voice rang in your ears. Cold blood rushed through your body. 

"You again! Why do you always do this?!"

"I'm here for one simple thing" his voice was deep and cold yet he was serious, "I came here to take back what's mine."

You plunged a knife into his abdomen. He grunted in pain but held you steadily refusing to let go. Those wounds won't hurt as much as losing you again. Even if the game and adrenaline is captivating as it is, he won’t lose you again.

"Is that the best you can do my dear?" His voice rang through your ears.

"I don't know why you're obsessing over the past! You're just a Stellaron Hunter. You should be focusing on atoning for your sins instead of this!" You used every strength in your body to push him away. It was never enough he didn't even budge.

"Why would I let you off so easily? You belong to me." His arms still gripped tightly around your waist having no intention of letting go. "You once belonged to Yingxing so you belong to me."

This made your blood boil. You held back every nerve in your body not to blow up at him calling him an imbecile and use profound language towards him.

"I don't know who Yingxing is or his wife. You don't have to hunt me down. Your wife. She's long gone dead. You know it so stop hunting me down everywhere I go!" You snapped at him, balling your hands into a fist.

He grabbed your chin tilting your chin towards his face. He blood orange iris staring into yours. You can see your reflection in his eyes. His pupils expanded. He was truly in love with the past.

Blade remains silent for what seems like a good while. His hands brushed against your waist softly holding you firmly.

"What if I want to reclaim what was once mine in the past?"

"Well, you can dig up your wife's grave then!"

His eyes harshed. His blood boiled. Even though he knew for sure you were his past lover. The dishonorable mention of his wife still angered him immensely when someone badmouthed his lover. “And you're the reason your wife died! She helped you take abundance emanator’s(Shuhu) flesh! Helping you betray the Luofu! Because of your selfishness, she died and you're immortal!"

Although you didn't fully understand his past relationships with his wife. You knew this from the books you read. How your past self had helped him betray Luofu out of love.

You know that you cannot deny that it may be true you are his past lover but a reincarnation. Yet your stubbornness prevents you from accepting the truth.

“You can't love someone from dreams and memories you don't even remember-" his hands covered your mouth preventing you from speaking any further as he immediately cut you off.

"I remember. My dreams are accurate to my past" He always told you he dreamt of his past when he was once Yingxing.

He continued, "You are her!" His words are swift and furious. He always reminded you that you have the exact same name, face, and birthday as his past wife.

"My last dream was you and me on bed during our wedding night." Blade always told you of his dream every time you've met. "You told me that you will always love and stay with me no matter the situation."

So that he dragged you away without your consent keeping you trapped with him forever. You'll live your life with him. And once this life of yours dies out he'll go on his hunt for your next life.

Maybe he'll give you the flesh of an abundance emanator to become immortal like he once did so he can keep this fairytale he longed for forever.

[deadlydaemondraws]

Something a bit different! I recently took part in a 10 day game jam, challenging myself to create some horrible little creatures in pixel format! Definitely a tricky task, given the time and pixel limits, but in other ways kinda refreshing not to have to spend hours rendering a thing XD Had a lot of fun injecting a weird atmosphere and trying to hint at some Deep Lore in this strange little candle village.

Anyways, you can check out Tiny Candle Boy here - https://nulljamgames.itch.io/gamedevtvjam25

Try to survive the waves of hungry shadows. Save your candle friends and family... if you can!

[dani-onearth]

Merciful & Misnamed

Kylo Ren x fem reader

Part One - [Part Two] - [Part Three] - [Part Four] Summary: You're his prisoner now, and he doesn't know how to look at you without becoming someone he swore he killed. You're still here and he thinks he saved you but the silence between you is thick with old affection and love. How do you mourn someone that's standing right there? Warnings: Pure angst! Strong language, shame induced eating behaviors Word Count: 5.12k Authors note: I haven't written fanfic in years but I just watched all of Star Wars again and Kylo Ren got me thinking... I tried making the reader sassy, hurt maybe. English isn't my first language and tenses get me really confused still (I gotta learn by now). Also, if I got any lore wrong please let me know! I'm not deep into the fandom but I'd love to learn.

It's funny what can entertain you after a while. Sitting alone in a dark and cold corner helped you find a pile of old dust; handy for doodling on the concrete floor before it gets blown away by a sneeze or stepped on by your dirty boots. You've been keeping count of the days as best you can, but the troopers took your wristcom when you were captured approximately twelve days ago. You wish you'd had some other way of timekeeping that didn’t warrant rubbing your fingernail on the wall until it marked. Now you have no choice but to bite at your bleeding nail when the dust gets boring. You count stormtroopers like sheep when they pass your cell door through the sliver of a window you’re lucky to have.

You wonder if your friends are still in the cells next to you. If they get the same joyless ration bars once a day. The same five minutes in the refresher–ten every third day when they give you a fresh prisoner's uniform and access to a brutally cold shower.

How generous.

Twelve days on this ship and you haven't spoken a word to anyone. Not a stormtrooper, a general, a captain, or the damned Kylo Ren. Thank the stars. The masked monster has quickly become a dark plague through the galaxy. All you see is the covered face of a coward. A traitor. The being that engulfed the man you used to know and turned him into a greedy and power hungry and a soulless shell of a person. You hoped you never had to see him again.

Too bad you can feel him.

Near, somewhere. A pull from all directions. It was agonizing knowing he was on this ship with you. Did he know you were here too?

The buzz from your cell door turned your head to see two stormtroopers at your door, holding restraints.

“Prisoner. Come with us.”

Three resistance members in front and two behind you walked alongside a stormtrooper. Heads hung low, trudging their feet along the metal floors, forced back into the dirty clothes you were captured in. The U-wing to Takodana was just supposed to be a supply run. Quick and easy—you were excited to go and barter for new boots. Instead, your ship was taken by the first order. They killed half your shipmates, and the other half were here with you; walking in a straight line down the empty corridors… until you halted, jerked back by the arm of your appointed guard. You stood on a platform in front of dozens of stormtroopers and generals.

“Against the wall.” One ordered, and you reluctantly had to agree. You weren't necessarily in a position to run. Not with a dozen blasters surrounding you in the hands of the enemy. You friends did the same.

The wall was cold and smooth. You look over at the pilot from your ship, standing next to you in defeat. “Malik.” You whispered as quietly as you could, but your voice was hoarse from how little you’ve used it recently. “What's going on?” You asked, but you knew what this was. The holocam pointed directly at the lineup of you rebels. You were going to be a message to the galaxy. Join or be killed.

Malik only opened his mouth before a march was heard down the hallway. Loud steps, commanding steps. The sea of troopers parted to reveal Captain Phasma and General Hux in his perfectly pressed garments and shiny new shoes. Wearing a smirk you wanted to peel off you a dull knife as you stood restrained, likely by his orders.

He laid his eyes on all of you, his lip turning up before he started. “Traitors to the order. Enemies against stability. Do you feel proud? Do you feel… accomplished?” He chuckled.

Disgusting.

“Your so-called resistance is dying. It’s scattered and desperate. Your rebel friends will call you martyrs. Heroes, even.”

“We’re not fighting to be remembered, Hux. We’re fighting so we don’t have to live under your flag.” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you had the chance to stop.

Hux fixes on you, stepping over to be in front of you, only inches away. “Then you’ll die under it.”

You charge forward only enough so he’d stumble back; a stormtrooper yanking you back against the wall just as quickly.

Hux cleared his throat, stepping away when he heard footsteps. Footsteps that rattled in your brain. They echoed and pulled at your chest. The familiar feeling turned your gaze away from Hux to see a dark helmet floating through the parting crowd of white ones until it stood in front of the wall of rebels. Kylo Ren, hands clasped behind his back, draped in heavy wool and woven fibers.

“These are all the rebels captured, General Hux?” The mechanical growl still sounded like Ben. The voice modulator did its best, but it was a voice you used to seek out; a voice you hadn’t heard in almost six years.

“Yes. Four were killed upon capture. Seven left.” Hux responds. “Today, the first order sends a message.”

The black helmet scanned the rebels and you know he sees you now. Kylo Ren has gone still. Your eyes are locked on the slit in his mask where his eyes would be. You won’t look away, you refuse to. Your anger for him is tired and heavier than rage. You’re sure he can see that. You’re sure he can feel it.

“These seven traitors–”

“–Six traitors.” Kylo cuts off Hux who glances sideways. “The fourth one. Remove her.”

“Sir?” Phasma turns, uncertain.

Hux turns his back to the lineup as a flicker of uncertain movement passes through the troops. Even your friends shifted beside you.

“Now.” He says, sharper.

You didn’t move until two troopers closed in on you and you jerked back, almost resisting them. Not because you wanted to die… but you didn’t want to be saved by him.

Hux grits his teeth at Kylo. “May I remind you, this operation was given by High Command. To revoke the sentence of one of these rebels would be–"

“This is not a discussion, General Hux.” Kylo swivels to face you, fighting against the guards, grunting as you use all of the fight inside of you. “Take her back to her cell.”

“No!” You scream. Your rebel friends begin to resist themselves before forcefully being brought to their knees. “Let me go!” Your screams mean nothing to the army of troops as the two dragged you away. You heard Hux call for the broadcast to start, the troopers got their blasters out, and Ren just watched as you were dragged away with your feet kicking before he just… walked away. Sounds travel through these halls. You learned that as you heard Hux giving his speech, and then six echoing shots.

You didn’t stop fighting, even after they threw you back on the familiar dusty floor. You pounded on the door, screaming, crying. You knew there was no point. Your head hurt. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t blink. The silence was louder than the executions themselves. The ones you fought beside, trained with, shared your rations with. Gone. Not in battle, but lined up like fucking cattle while you were dragged away like some untouchable exception.

It didn’t feel like mercy. It was theft. Like your life was paid for with theirs. You had no say in this trade off. This wasn’t compassion from Ben, it was possession from Kylo, a man you do not wish to know.

Days went by. You wouldn’t know how many since you stopped keeping track and the cell lights didn’t dim at night, but rations slid through like a cycle and three uneaten bars stacked up by the door.

You assumed he'd come by and say something to you. Maybe even just to shoot you himself. You wished he did but stopped wondering why you were alive. Stopped pretending it meant anything. Because he never came.

Until now.

The door hissed open. You sat clutching your knees and mindlessly pushing the dust from side to side. You knew who was there, blocking the light from the overheads like a dark storm cloud. You could feel that he was just there, at the door, looking at your back and hoping you’d face him.

But you wouldn't. They’d have to break your neck to make you say something first. The silence was only in your ears, but the force that connected you both rattled inside.

“It’s cold in here.”

You barked out a dry laugh and spoke into the corner you faced. “Three days. Three days and that's what you open with?”

Silence.

“Did you forget which cell you left me in or were you hoping I’d be grateful when you finally showed your face?” You turned your head to see him, masked as ever behind the doorway. He couldn't even be inside the room with you. “Or your fucking helmet, I guess.”

“This is who I am now.” He stepped through the threshold of the door and you stood up to look at him better.

“Is it? I don’t think it is. This is who you’re pretending to be, Ben.”

“Ben is dead.”

“You think hiding your face makes you more than what you were? Does it make what you did easier?” You ignored his last words. “You’re not powerful in that… thing. You’re just a coward that couldn’t face me without it.”

Of course he had nothing to say. He doesn’t even know why he did it. Ben is dead, is what he tells himself… what he tells anybody who dared ask about him. But looking at you, it’s not how Kylo Ren should look at a Rebel. It's not indifference or rage. It’s how Ben would look at you, before. The girl he would sneak out of his chambers with back at the Jedi temple; and he’d do it with a smile he tried his best to hide, even jogging to get to your secret spot quicker.

You felt the softness in him, but to hell with that. You felt nothing for this beast right now. You knew he knew that. You couldn't ever hide how you felt from him, it was impossible. You stood away from him, but made sure he had to look you in the eye now.

“You were spared.” He spoke

“I was kept.” It came out like venom. “Was that supposed to mean something?”

“It meant something to me.” He said it so softly.

You toed closer to him, unblinking. “Then say it without the mask.” And you waited. Stared. Hoped he would, against your better judgement. But he was rooted in his stance and the helmet stayed on. All you could give him was a scoff and a whisper. “That’s what I thought.”

You sank down on the hard metal slab you were supposed to sleep on.

“I saved you.” His pitch is now demanding. He came closer to you with harsher steps. “I saved you.” His pointed finger was a verdict, an accusation. His demeanor changed and now you were talking to Kylo Ren.

“No.” You said, sitting up. “Ben did. Kylo just wants to be thanked for it.”

He froze. Something in him twitched and for a second, you thought he'd lash out and the room would explode in a force-filled rage.

Instead, he straightened. Colder now. Mask heavier somehow. “Ben is dead.”

All this rage. All this pain and agony, and somehow all you wanted was to see behind the small plane where his eyes would be. His eyes. But you couldn’t. “Then so is whatever part of me cared.”

He stood in place for a breath, two breaths, then pivoted slowly to face the door. His cape dragged an arc across the cell floor, but didn’t storm off. Not yet. His helmet tilted down at the uneaten ration bars. A sneer crept into his voice. “You think starving in a cell makes you nobel? That it’s going to prove something? All it proves is that I should’ve left you with the rest of them.”

“Then why didn’t you?” You asked to the back of his head, slowly standing up. “If you wanted me dead, I would be. If you wanted me grateful, you would've never left me here to rot. So what is it? What do you want, Kylo?!” You said a name that meant nothing to you—like it was a joke—voice rising with every syllable. “To be… forgiven? Worshipped? You said you spared me and then walked away. Now you’re angry? Because I didn’t make your mercy feel… what? Worth it?” By the time you felt it, tears had already carved a path down your cheeks. You wondered when they started.

His gaze lingered on the untouched rations, piled up like an insult. Without a word, he lifted a hand and the bars rose, trembling in the air, wrappers crinkling under the invisible pressure before they just snapped with a hard crack.

You flinched.

He flung them as forcefully as he could against the wall, each one exploding into useless, powdered debris. Protein crumbs smeared across the durasteel wall; a tantrum pretending to be power.

He didn't say a thing, or look at you again. He just walked out, cloak flowing behind him into the harsh light of the hallway, rage trailing like smoke that was cut off by the slam of your cell door.

You pressed your lips together to keep in your shock. Not fear, because it was so… childish. All that power and he used it to throw a tantrum over prison food. It was just so small.

And he was the one who was supposed to spare you? No. He didn’t spare you. He just couldn't bring himself to kill you. And now because you weren't grateful, he’d rather see you starve than feel like he doesn't have control.

Coward.

You hate to admit that you ate the bits of protein crumbs off the floor, but you found yourself picking hairs off of little pieces. You stared at them for hours, like they just belonged to the floor now. You tried pressing tighter against the wall and closing your eyes, pretending the ache in your stomach wasn't real. But it was. It twisted and burned.

And it wasn’t just hunger, it was shame. Shame because you knew you were gonna do it.

You wish more than anything you had time to stand up. To straighten out from your hunched position, finger curled around a stale, dusty, sticky crumbling piece of ration bar from the corner.

You froze for a moment, then sat up, slow and deliberate, but didn’t stand—and didn't drop the food. Just turned and looked at him.

He stood in the doorway, half-lit by the corridor behind him. Helmet on, hands by his sides.

“What do you want now?” You asked, voice rough.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he gazed down at the crumbs, the dust, the scattered remains of his pathetic destruction. Maybe his posture shifted but you couldn't tell.

“There’s a proper meal waiting.” He said at last.

Finally, you stood to your feet, wiping your hands against each other hoping to regain your dignity. “Here to feed the animals yourself now? Your little stunt got you demoted?”

“It’s in my quarters. You’re invited.”

“Oooh, invited, huh?” You sang, taunting his olive branch. “I don’t need another handout from you, Ren.”

“You clearly do. You have ten minutes to make yourself look presentable.”

You noticed his boot crunch under some of your ration as he walked out, leaving you to scoff at the closed door. “Sure, I’ll… make sure to brush the dirt off my knees.”

You looked down at yourself. Torn sleeves, stained pants, crumbs still caught in the corner of your mouth.You only got to wipe some of it off before two guards came through the door. Behind them a third figure–a young officer who didn’t speak, just held out a folded bundle of clothing.

“What’s this?” You asked, not taking the pressed linens right away.

“For the meal.” He said simply.

You laugh dryly. “Funny. Does it come with a fork to stab him with?”

That didn’t land. The officer didn't even hint at a smile.

“Kidding… I guess they don’t brainwash you all with a sense of humor.”

He twitches his lip. “You have ten minutes.”

They left swiftly, leaving you to look at the garments. Black, clean, simple. No rank, no insignia. It wasn’t meant to make you look beautiful. It was meant to make you look harmless or worse—like you belonged there.

You were brought through hallways and corridors, hands cuffed behind your back. You peek into any room you can, hoping that when you escape back to the rebellion one day you could give them at least some intel. That you weren't put through all of this for nothing. The robes were looser than expected, and you kept the sleeves rolled at the elbow, just in case you might still need to throw a punch or two. Rolling up the pant legs didn’t stay the way you hoped as you tripped constantly with the rough hand gripping your forearm.

You can only assume you’ve arrived when you’re standing in front of a set of tall, seamless doors. The guards stop, one reaching toward a panel. You barely have time to readjust your footing before the door slides open with a sharp hiss and you trip.

Your foot had caught the extra length of fabric on your ankle. You groan as you lay on your side, your own hands unable to help you up. From the ground, you see Kylo stand up sharply from his seat immediately as the trooper hauls you up by your elbow roughly. Kylos elbows shot back protectively.

You stagger again trying to right yourself. “Hey—watch it.” You hissed, yanking your arm back. “I can walk from here, thank you.”

Kylo stood near the far wall, half lit by vertical stripes of cool light that ran along the interior of the room. The table was set. Two chairs. Two plates. No guard or aids inside. Just him sitting alone at a really long table.

Just Kylo.

He started to walk toward you with deliberate steps and your breath caught in your throat as his posture shifted… the tension in his shoulders. Subtle, but sharp. A tell you recognized from another life.

“Uncuff her.” The dangerous grumble from his helmet had your breath caught in your throat.

“She–”

“Uncuff her, and leave.” Brutal.

They didn’t question it again; they just released your hands and walked out. You didn't say thank you, and he didn’t expect you to. You straightened out your robes, eyes flickering toward the set up. You could feel his eyes on you even if his helmet made it impossible to actually see them.

“So,” You started, glaring, “no other guests?”

“No.” He stated simply. “This isn’t a performance”

You scoff. “Could've fooled me.” You look around. The dim lighting, the impeccable symmetry of the forks and knives, the domed plates, everything just seemed perfect. “This all looks so… theatrical.” You stood behind your chair all the way across from him, but didn’t sit. “Is this supposed to be some sort of twisted date?” Your chair was so far from his, all the way on the other end.

He says nothing. Shocker.

“I mean, you wanted me all dressed up, right? To eat like nothing happened. Like I'm not still tasting dirt from my cell floor. Like the people I love didn't just get executed for being exactly where I was standing.”

He stares before lowering himself down into his seat. “Sit.”

You held his stare for a long moment before doing the same. “You’re used to people doing as you say.” You unfold your napkin. “I bet somewhere deep inside you miss when someone doesn't flinch.”

“You flinched earlier.”

You smile without any humor behind it. “So you were watching.”

Another pause. You didn’t know Ben to have such a stoic presence. Such little humor, wit, likability. Sure, he was always a little more rebellious and defiant than any of the other Jedi’s, but it was charming. Who is this man? What did he do to the man you loved?

Before long, you had something else to say. More questions. “So what’s all this really about? You drag me out of my cell, have six people executed, bring me here, feed me, clothe me. Why?”

He fiddled his finger together, posture confident and distant. “You ask a lot of questions.”

“Want me to be civil? Hm?” You lean forward, elbow on the table. “Fine. No problem, sir. I’ll be civil. Let’s talk. Lets act like, I dunno, just two people who used to know each other. Tell me, Kylo Ren, how does a Jedi turn into this.” You gesture to the full monstrosity of him. The mask. The robes. The looming silence and refusal to converse. “And in exchange, I’ll tell you how it feels to be the one left behind.”

“I was never going to be the Jedi they wanted.” He said finally. “Not like Luke Skywalker—”

“—No one was asking you to be Luke, you just needed to be yourself.”

“Myself?” He tutted behind the vocoder. “Explain that to me. My grandfather was Darth Vader.” He stood now, pacing menacingly behind his roughly discarded chair. “It’s inside of me. It always has been. I spent my whole life being warned, watched, judged. Like they were just waiting for the day to come. I didn’t fall like you think I did, I stopped pretending. That’s not weakness. That’s power.”

You stood too now, a lump in your throat swelling. “Power? That’s running. You ran from the only people who ever gave a damn about you.”

“I made a choice.”

“You threw away who you were.”

“Who I was was a lie.” He slammed his hand on the table, rattling and skewing the perfectly placed settings.

Maybe you saw him then. Not Ben, Kylo. It wasn’t just arrogance, but a man so desperate to matter in this galaxy that he was willing to destroy everything to prove he was worth something.

Your voice dropped. “Is that what this is about?” You wiped a stray tear, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. “You needed to be someone so badly you’d burn down civilization to leave a fucking footprint?”

“I am someone.”

“What you are is a coward in a helmet.” You’re basically on the table at this point, arms splayed, torso leaned completely over your plate, knocking over your glass at some point.

The lights overhead flickered, the force rippled across the room, it was unmistakable—like a giant astroid just passed over you. Your throat went dry as you watched him steady himself slowly before he sat again. You stayed standing, breath quick and tempered.

“You’re angry.” He said.

“I’m furious.”

“At me.”

You cackled. “No, I'm just yelling at the wall.”

“Then say it.” You could hear his gritted teeth.

“Oh, you want the truth?”

“Always.”

“I missed you.” That cracked something in your voice; in your chest. “And I hated you for it. I used to lay in my bed and just dream that you would come back and tell me it was all a lie, or that—that you were a goddamn spy, that this,” you waved to the mask, “was some sick, twisted, disgusting dream. But now I’m here. And you’re real.”

His hands twitched on the table. “I gave you everything.” He said it lowly. “I warned you not to follow me or look for me—”

“—Warned me?! You abandoned me—”

He shot up. “—I spared you. Twice now!”

“And you want a medal for that? Because you didn’t slice my head off at the temple or gun me down on a broadcast?”

“You are alive because of me.”

“And thousands are dead because of you.”

Enraged, he lifted decorative rock across the room, it flew to a wall and broke into a million pieces with a yell, just a few feet away from where you were. Silence slammed down like a wave between the two of you, both breathing hard.

After a moment, he grumbled quietly. “You don’t understand. There’s more work than you know. The Jedi—”

“Your mother would be disgusted.” The words tumbled out of your mouth in disdain, you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Don’t.” He warned.

“And your father—”

“I said, don’t.” His voice rose, but it was the power behind it that made the air chill that sent goosebumps down your body.

You tumbled back, bits of rock crunching at your feet.

His helmet tilted sideways at you and he slowly made his way toward your side of the table. “You’re afraid of me.”

“I’m afraid of what’s left of you. I don’t even know who you are anymore. You’re not the boy who used to kiss me by the temple garden. You’re not the one who used to hold me like you’d lose me. You’re not the person I fell…”

You caught yourself, but it was too late.

He stepped forward, reaching you slowly and menacingly. He’s only inches away and you can smell him. That same mix of leather and pine. Of all the things he had cast away that scent remained.

“Finish it.” He said it, quieter this time. A command, but not a cold one.

You bite your cheek, throwing daggers into his helmet with your stare, but your heart thudded against your will. “No.”

“Say it.”

“I won’t.” You whispered. “Because he is dead. And I’m standing in front of the thing that killed him.”

He didn’t speak. Didn’t move. He just let the silence settle like dust. His mask tilted downward just slightly, as if he couldn’t bear to look at you… or maybe as if he was. You even saw yourself reflected in his dark visor. Pale, tired, trembling.

Then, he reached down; no sharp movements or flourish. He just lifted the dome in front of you, revealing the warm steam of real food beneath it. He left the cloche by your plate and moved back to his seat, sitting with an invisible weight.

“Eat.” He said.

You didn’t move. “Why?”

“Because I told you to.” He burrowed in his seat, lifting the cloche in front of him.

You didn’t touch your food. Not yet. He brought his fork to his plate but didn’t do anything with it, just let the silence stretch.

Then you said it. “How are you going to eat with that helmet on?”

He paused. The question wasn’t… biting. Not really. If anything, it was soft, and tired, and a little sad. He looked at you—through you, rather.

Your voice was quiet. “I won’t eat if you don’t. Not if you can’t even show me your face.” He didn’t move, so you leaned forward. “I deserve to see who I’m talking to now.”

A pause. A breath. And then, his gloved hands moved slowly, reaching up to the edge of his helmet, unclasping the lock. The soft hiss of the seal tightened your throat and he hesitated, just for a second. His head bowed like a man offering something he shouldn’t be.

When it came off, that weight was shaking. His face… older, sharper, eyes darker than in your memories of Ben, but still absolutely his eyes. A scar now split his cheek, and his jaw tightened when he saw you staring at it. But, it was him. It was Ben. Hardened and haunted.

He placed the helmet on the table.

“Hi,” You barely whispered, but he looked away like the word had burned him. He hadn't looked at you for more than a few seconds without his protective shield.

“You smell the same as before. Did you know that?” He still won’t look. “It’s stupid, I know. It’s just that it’s the first thing I noticed when you got close. Like… the force wasn't what told me you were there… my senses did. I hated that.”

He swallowed, silence folding over itself once again.

“I thought… I thought I was doing what I had to.” His voice unfiltered. More human, rougher somehow. It really was him. “Back then, at the temple. I left because I thought no one really wanted me as I was.”

“I did.” You whispered, and he finally looked up. At you. No mask, no persona, just eyes that used to hold everything in the galaxy when he looked at you.

He sighed. “You were the only thing that made me feel like I belonged there… and that terrified me.”

You swallowed an ache in your chest. “Because if you lost me, then you had nothing left.”

“And I lost you anyway.”

You blinked back whatever was threatening to spill. You thought you were done crying over him. “You didn’t lose me. You never would have lost me. You just gave me away.”

Silence. He didn’t correct you. Instead, he looked down at his plate of food like it would save him. Then you heard him again.

“You used to talk in your sleep.” You blinked at his sentence, his voice low. “When our bunk rotations lined up, you’d hum sometimes. Or say half your assignments out loud, like your brain wouldn’t shut off. You’d mumble about lightsaber forms or supplies.” That memory was so far back it felt like a dream. As he continued, he somehow got softer. “But there was one night… you said my name.” He looked up, brows twisting upward. “Not just once, you said it three times. Like you were afraid I wasn’t there. And I remember I walked over to your bed and touched your hand so you’d stop. I held it in your sleep.”

You swallowed, not realizing you'd gone completely still.

“I don’t even know why I’m telling you this.” He shook his head like he was ashamed of the confession. “It’s not like it matters now.”

“It matters to me.” He seemed startled at your gentle voice. “So, why say it now? After all these years?”

“Because I still hear it.”

You felt the crack in your chest and your shoulders slumped, eyes glazing over the food so you wouldn’t have to look at him.

“Ben,” your voice could have been mistaken for a sigh, “Ben was the one who loved me.”

“I never stopped.” He couldn’t take back those words, even if he didn’t mean to say them. They hung there between plates and a ruined past, among the people you were now. You looked up to glassy eyes, still holding yours. “Will you eat with me?” Spoken like he wasn’t worth it.

You hesitated, but silently reached for the fork. The first bite burned your throat on the way down, but you didn’t stop.

[Part Two] Note: I forgot how fun writing fanfics are. Thanks for reading! My Google search history is full of questions wondering what the hell a shower is called in this universe and what kind of ships they would have taken or what kind of planet would have supplies for the Rebels. I have so much to learn... how exciting!

[adapertiones]

(Alt Text: Tragibox Lore Resource Masterpost. Archives, official links, fan docs, etc...)

Guess who accidentally deleted it when they were going to edit something... yeah.

LAST UPDATED; 30/03/25

Thought this would be treasured by others as much as it is by me. Wherever my hyperfixation takes me to learn is for me to share!!!

If you have any additions, feel free to send them to me so I can add them! Also don't doubt about telling me if any of the links happen to be broken or if anything is incorrectly linked!

⚠️ Some things to keep in mind:

Tragibox Lore is currently being rewritten by the new owner of the project, Ruby Waters. Some things might get changed!

Breakthrough bonuses are fanmade.

Ruby has kindly asked to not ship characters within Tragibox, this includes Neester x Lilac. Screenshots of this boundary can be found on the Lore Archive Masterdoc linked below. DaveMack is excepted from this since it's a canon ship! Canon ships are allowed.

Official Orin Ayo Lore Doc (Wayback Machine Link): Might be a bit laggy on phone. Try not to touch the text too much because it sends you to refresh the page (HAPPENED MANY TIMES...). There's a missing picture of Acheture Blunt's appearance before death but I managed to dig around a little and find it! It's currently on the lore archive below.

Tragibox Lore Archive Masterdoc: A document by me. Archives the official lore doc, in-game profiles (in progress), discord lore questions answered and some other things. My directory basically!!! Don't request editing access. Note: When opening in a mobile browser, check "desktop size/browser view" to be able to see the images better, otherwise they will look blurry.

Official Tragibox Discord Server: Activity varies a lot but very fun! There is interesting lore material around and you can ask lore questions. Might serve to track the progress of the project in the future! Also good to interact with other Tragibox fans. Special shout-out to whoever sent me the invite link through strawpage when I asked for it, you're a real one sob sob...

Tragibox Archive by Smugg/Pk Freeze: HTML version of Tragibox games saved plus a bit of lore information screenshoted~

Orin Ayo Wiki: Take some of the things here as a grain of salt, information tends to be changed by users and is usually not backed by sources. Lore related note; don't take the info in character profiles in Orin Ayo as the 100% truth, as most of that information can be manipulated by cultists~

Extra to Orin Ayo Wiki: Paige's Wiki Page

Breakthrough Wiki: Same thing as the Orin Ayo Wiki. This time, character info can be trusted a little more, most of it is written directly by Sol but there are some cases of unknown characters or Dave writting them (Dave's logs have his signature)

Using this little space to add that I'm currently working on a document analysing some elements on Tragibox from a more scientific point of view~ For now it is just a very rough WIP bit will be added to this list once it is done.

[last-defense-academy]

Non-spoilery advice from somebody who has 100%'d the game.

I've seen every ending in the game, and for the most part I had an absolute blast. But there were a few things I wish I had known before playing, so I'll share them under the cut.

I personally believe none of my advice is spoilery, but I also respect that people have different boundaries for what is and isn't a spoiler, so I'm erring on the side of caution by putting it under a cut.

I'd recommend investing your commander absorption into Takumi and Tsubasa.

Takumi is going to be in every battle, and he's usually paired with Nozomi - if you have 300 voltage, you can give him +2 attack from Nozomi, use a special attack for 20 damage, and then use the Nozomi refresh to attack two more times. That's 60 damage in one turn! It'll take a huge chunk out of any boss.

Tsubasa I like because of how mobile she is - she has huge move + no fatigue. Her regular attack doesn't do much damage, but if you pump her up with commander absorbs, you can have her zoom across the map to wipe out any troublesome enemy.

Don't bother trying to get BP from the explore sections. You gain a ton of BP just through battle - you're better off using them to gain resources you otherwise can't get.

Even though the routes do vary in quality, I found something to enjoy in most of them. The only two that I do not think are worthwhile are the Serial Battles route and the Comedy Route. Comedy route (accessed by choosing to dodge an attack) is a matter of taste, but...

The Serial Battles route (accessed by saying "Maybe not") is frankly offensive game design to me. Bolding this because if you get anything from this post, I want it to be this. This route is worthless unless you want to see your endings number reach 100. It provides nothing new when it comes to the mystery, the lore, or the character development. It is just 6-8 hours of unskipable battles.

I personally think it'd be best to save the SF Route for last. It's one of the routes with story locks, so clearly the game is trying to limit when you see it too. A lot of the route is basically a magician revealing their tricks, as it ties up loose ends in mysteries you see in other routes.

[iamthecomet]

-lands in your askbox like a bug on a leaf-

It is day three of my four day weekend/self imposed exile from work, because I spent way, way too much time there recently, and after a bit of tummy troubles on day one, and a small redemption arc for my stomach on day two, I am now in a mindset to discuss the weird shit rattling around my brain.

...Or I would be, if my brain weren't also a rat infested swamp.

After dragging the depths for even a crumb of something, anything salacious, I have come up empty.

Save for one thought.

Rain and Dew tag teaming a nun.

Not a sister of sin, a nun.

Something, something, this poor woman is having a crisis of faith a la Perpetua, and she's lost, looking for answers, is this really what she wants to be doing with her life? Why is she reaching out to a God that gives her no reply?

Just a spiral of emotions and doubt.

Cue Rain dressed like a priest, because while Rain in a habit is cute, I think there's something to be said for that ghoul being in a cassock.

Anyway, not sure how Dew gets involved, but I'm sure it's all very, "I won't tell if you don't tell."

Also floating the idea that the nun is Cumulus, and this is all just very scripted foreplay lmao

"This is the most somber, foreboding porno I have ever watched."

"Good."

-scuttles away-

Lamp. L A M P. When I tell you I have been *thinking* about this ask since it gently drifted into my ask box. Firstly, I hope that your self imposed exile was relaxing, and healing and left you at least a little refreshed. Shit is bullshit right now and we all deserve as much rest/self imposed exile as possible. ♥ Secondly, The chokehold this idea has on me. You don't understand. I read this and immediately went "must write a fic about this" (which I haven't done but now I WANT TO) Look, I just have this image of said nun (Cumulus or otherwise, though I am living for the idea of a real, actual nun, your girl loves corruption), spread out between Rain and Dew. Her torso bracketed by Rain's thighs, his arms around her waist, her back to his chest, while he purs in her ear, hands wandering, dragging up to squeeze at a still clothed nipple, clever fangs teasing at her pulse--never drawing blood but oh so close, his nose in her hair. And Dew? Dew between her legs, her habit rucked up around her thighs, that unbearably hot mouth dragging over her, doing things to her she never dreamed of wanting--needing. Her hands itching closer to his head--his horns, hesitent, while Rain chuckles in her ear at her continued shyness despite all of this. Despite Rain's cock digging into her spine, despite Dew's tongue on her clit. Her head thrown back against Rain's shoulder, gasping out an "Oh god" And Rain chuckling, teeth catching on the shell of her ear as he purrs: "God's not here, sweetheart. Try again." Anyway uhhhh you have given me food and ideas and someday maybe I'll write some ungodly thousands of plot/lore filled words about Rain and Dew tag teaming a nun and turning her to Satan and it will be entirely YOUR FAULT. K LOVE YOU BYE.

[theamberplumbob]

Base Game Renovation: The Pancakes House

When the Pancakes were first married, Eliza’s parents gave her a massive sum of money to get their lives started together. Eliza spent most of it on the historic home of her dreams, leaving little left for furniture. She hoped Bob’s income would enable her to furnish it the way she’d planned, but that doesn’t seem to have panned out the way she thought. That won’t stop her from trying, though.

Available on the gallery under ID: pinie72

[moldybonessmell]

MCU and TFATWS

Kinda Thunderbolts spoilers

Alright, in this post (READ IT OR YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND MY RANTING) I complained about people not wanting characters to make mistakes and taking everything they see on screen to face value.

Now I rewatched Captain America The Winter Soldier and realised why people were talking how out of character Sam's behaviour towards John in TFATWS was.

Sam found his purpose in helping vets, and he lost his own friend (also why the fuck we haven't heard anything about Riley in any other movies or TFATWS???) JUST LIKE JOHN JUST DID and he didn't even try to help because John ruined the image of righteous Captain America (and Steve's legacy).

And after refreshing my mcu lore knowledge I firstly wanted to be like 'okay my bad yall were right this was a weird writing decision'. But..

.. I still think I would defend Sam on this one.

Yes, I doubled down. Sue me.

Sorry SORRY I still want to think he had his own issues to deal with and no way he would actually jump to console a guy who's obviously enraged.

Back in CATWS Sam himself said about brainwashed Bucky "People like him can only be stopped and not saved" and I bet he had a deja vu seeing Walker like this in the scene after he killed a guy. Eventually Sam saw Steve defend Bucky and Bucky redeeming himself and they even became friends and helped each other.

Sam was literally wrong once and he did same mistake again.

(because we know from Thunderbolts John's redeeming himself eventually).

So for this writing decision in TFATWS to make sense, in a new Avengers movie I want to see Sam realising his misjudgment. Because Bucky did. Bucky saw John actually fighting for good and not just being a soldier (that's what John been lacking in his personality in TFATWS). And moreover, Bucky's been working with Walker for 14 months straight too. So he might be the one to show Sam that they did a mistake.

Edit: just to clarify, I think making mistakes is not a negative trait and I actually like it a lot because it adds growth to a character. In this blog I'm number 1 (one) Sam's defender and don't think he needs to apologise to Walker (because John did in fact messed up big time), just anknowledge and kinda like nod lol because people do get better, just like Bucky did. I just love (no) how there are only two sides of this fandom: people who think Sam is horrible and should apologize to Walker and people who think John is a piece of shit who deserves nothing. Can y'all people find anything in between? Like John messing up because he wanted to do better and Sam who should have helped but had his reasons not to. Every day my post about lack of media literacy just proves itself.

Yeah, maybe I'm giving mcu writers way too much credit (most likely) and we are not gonna get any consolation for these characters and it was indeed just 'protagonist is always right' mentality but I can live in my bubble for now, okay?

Bonus:

Me @ Sam Wilson

[vyladerz]

WE ARE SO BACK!!! Sorta. Not really but I don’t want to dismiss this season completely. Season 11 did restore my faith a bit (especially after season 10). I mean in just the first episode we finally get to have a discussion about the whole point of hunting. To save lives. It’s so refreshing to start this season from this point, I just wish we could have ended on the same note.

The highs this season have reached heights I haven't seen since season 5. My patience has been so worth it. Visually the ranking here looks bottom tier heavy but the fifth tier is only C tier and there are moments in those episodes that I can say I did enjoy. The second to last tier can be ranked on it's own cause the Mytharc episodes have me scratching my head. Anyway who's up to reading paragraphs (I'm going to use Chuck and God interchangeably in this post).

-Chuck is God or God is Chuck. You know what? What the hell, go for it. No but I actually fuck with this. It just makes sense, out of anyone it would be Chuck. Episode 20, "Don't Call Me Shurley" blew me away. I want to dissect this episode in its entirety so badly but I will only share a quarter of my thoughts here for now. I'm so happy Metatron wasn't killed off before this episode. A few seasons ago I would have rolled my eyes at the thought of him returning but his presence was so deserved here. His whole writing 101 lesson to Chuck was such a clever way to get some much needed introspection into God and his many complicated relationships. Of course Metatron would be the only one able to truly get God to see how much of a utter coward he is. Metatron's devotion to advocate for humanity despite all it's faults he himself has witnessed and has been apart of is so dear to me. Especially considering his previous distain for anything to do with humanity. I find it so interesting that although Metatron is a scribe who has read the ins and outs of every book ever written, it's not until he became human that he came to appreciate all of humanity. And he did not live a pretty life either, no he was in the dumpster digging for scraps in the beginning of this episode. He was finding his way to survive as a human, the same as Castiel before. Honestly Metatron is a one of a kind type of character in this show and I couldn't see anyone else be able to fill his shoes. Okay this turned into Metatron the novel rather than it being about Chuck like it was meant to be oh well. I will say it is a ballsy move to have God be this grounded but damn did they do it so right. Well, in this episode at least. Plus the addition of Light vs. Darkness within the Supernatural lore felt inevitable. I do think they fumbled with it towards the end but I don't think it should be counted as a total loss. I'd have to make a separate post to speak my thoughts on the Mytharc overall this season if anyone cares to read about it.

Anyway Chuck/God is bisexual so cheers.

-Baby and the amulet mentioned!!! A Baby centric episode has been long overdue and boy oh boy did it have me falling in love with this show all over again. I know I made a post before about my favorite Supernatural episode being "Changing Channels" and the others happening to be Gabriel episodes but I think I have to pass the crown to "Baby." I love it so much I get so giddy when I think about the many layers that all come together to make such a beautifully cohesive story. It has heart, drama, great fight scenes, creative camera shots, silly brother bonding, and still pushes the main narrative along. What more could I ask for?? (Balanced storytelling will always win me over). I never thought I'd see an episode like this after season 5. I'm so glad they proved me dead wrong. I didn't realize how much I missed Baby, she's truly her own character in this show. Speaking of missing prominent objects that symbolize familial love and the brotherhood between Sam and Dean...yes the amulet. I've had this sore spot in my heart ever since I witnessed Dean throw it out all the way back in season 5. Then it was mentioned in the episode "Fan Fiction" last season which just hurt me even more. Now here it is after so much heartache, it's back and with a fair explanation to where it's been. I've always half joked with my sibling that Sam picked it up after it was thrown away and I'm sticking to that interpretation even more so now since the show seems to support it. Now if Dean and Sam could mention it in conversation...then I'll be free.

-Casifer was fun lol. I mean Misha Collins you've done it again. I saw recently on Twitter that people were saying that his depiction of Lucifer was too over the top and that it was his acting choices that made this character nothing more than a joke. I’d have to disagree, yes his performance was very expressive and leaned into a comedic portrayal of the character but he was still entirely in character. Lucifer using comedy to be an overall unhinged menace has been a thing since season 7 (Back then he was only a hallucination so I let it slide with little thought). So Misha’s performance doesn’t come out of nowhere, this characterization, whether we agree with it or not, has already existed and is accurate. This is purely a writing issue and not one that falls on the actor. And man do I personally not care for the writing choices made this season when it comes to Lucifer. This season has pushed its limits to how far I’m willing to take his comedic aspects because I find it has overshadowed the parts that make him compelling and sinister. I don’t know why the writers neglected these sides of him in favor of being a comedic relief which just has me rolling my eyes. Yes I like Casifer, as a one off thing that was very entertaining to watch but I know that this is going to be the direction they continue in and that bugs me. Anyway, Misha’s performance helped make Lucifer way more palatable and likable to the audience. Which is important because this character we are meant to despise is on screen for basically the whole season. I also do think Casifer did go on for a bit too long, there's a reason Souless Sam and Demon Dean don't last for entire seasons. It gets draining to watch real fast. This trend of having nothing for Castiel to do for basically a whole season is still continuing and I'm so over it. How long has it been since a true Team Free Will moment? Not saying Cas can only do something when it involves the brothers but come on it's been a long dry spell without an episode focused on the main three.

-This next part is in relation to episode: "We Happy Few." The whole "God is a deadbeat dad" thing was used as an analogy to describe what is a very complex relationship between a God and an archangel but now here it's so literal. You've got to be kidding. Why are we dumbing down Lucifer to a stubborn whiny bratty child?? (Again to reiterate, I don’t blame Misha’s performance, he was working with the script they gave him). They somehow had these larger than life entities' lore be devolved into some shitty reality tv show. You will not make me believe the relationship between God and Lucifer can be resolved through a sit down conversation (To be fair, it doesn't get resolved but it's sorta baffling that I have to watch them even try). How am I supposed to take any of these characters who are supposed to be menacing and these grand imposing figures within this show when they pull things like this?? I know I previously sung praise for this creative decision however, the lack of nuance between these pivotal character interactions just ends up make everything so cartoonish. For example, I would have thought there was going to be some engaging conflict with Sam and Dean's perspectives regarding faith once God, excuse me, Chuck, was in the picture. However, there was no questioning whatsoever this time around. For some unknown reason they decided that the whole emotional core of Supernatural, that being faith, shouldn't be a part of the story at that crucial moment. There's a huge opportunity here for even just a simple conversation between the brothers and Chuck. I mean, Sam and Dean are in the same room as God and NOTHING comes of it?? Sam especially should have had a voice here. Ugh it hurts to see the brothers being so docile and blindly following them. What a waste of an opportunity and now that Chuck's gone I'm just going to have to turn to fan fiction to get what should have been canon.

-The ending. The ending wasn't totally hopeless. Sam letting go of Dean was emotional in a very subdued way. It wasn't over the top like it was trying to force tears or convince me this was totally the end. It wasn't for the audience but it was just for them. This proves Sam has grown so much even just from the last season. Which is so refreshing to see because I wanted to let go of season 10’s characterization. The setup for the Men of Letters and the resurrection of Mary had me intrigued. I mean I did get spoiled before, I saw a clip of Mary with the boys at one point so I can't lie and say I'm shocked. I'm sure if I wasn't already aware I'd be losing it a little. I'm ready for something new that has nothing to do with Lucifer or Gods. If things can go down a notch as far as grandeur storytelling is concerned for just a season or hey just a few episodes then I'll be good.

I wouldn't say this season is a step down from season 10. There have been glimpses of the show remembering what works and finding it's sweet spot throughout this season. Overall I liked this season and what it had setup for the most part. Now on to season 12 with hope that some good has stuck.

[signanothername]

I’m wondering if you think Killer would try using Color’s soul as an experiment because of Color having like 6 souls stuck inside him and stuff and then the interest of Killers side of wanting to understand more of souls and their codes, maybe using Color as an experiment or something sometimes for funsies, idk, thought it’d be nice to talk about. (maybe with or without permission from Color)

Oooooh nice point

Tho it also raises the question, does Color have a soul left to begin with? Cause he was already on the verge of death before absorbing the 6 souls and basically getting thrown to the void cause of it, at this point he’s technically dead, it’s only the six souls that keep him truly “alive” in a sense, and it’s shown in how if he uses too much power that it’ll basically actually kill him, at least (i honestly don’t remember if his soul was ever truly talked about in canon, so if you guys know do let me know, i definitely need a bit of a refresher and deep dive into Othertale’s lore again)

But that’s a topic for another time that i’m gonna explore hopefully cause the contrast between a technically souless Color who is extremely emotional and feels very deeply and Killer with a soul that isn’t doing its supposed job and not being able to feel anything at all is really fun >:)

So we’re just gonna assume that Color has a soul of his own for the sake of this ask shhzhshhs (not that it would differ the answer I have much)

Ok so i feel like it really just depends on the stage Killer’s in and at which timeline we talking, like are we talking Killer still works under Nightmare or are we talking he was saved and is now with Color?

If he’s still under Nightmare, then i feel like Stage 2 Killer would try to get his hands on it without permission, and while i believe Killer kills anyone he wants the soul of to take their soul to do as he pleases with it, i feel like he’d make the exception for Color to keep him alive if he did get his hands on it, (I think of a stage 2 Killer who’s still under Nightmare as a bit possessive of Color in the sense that Color is an off limits personal matter in his life) which is arguably worse considering Color would have to feel and endure Killer poking at his soul, and we can talk about how dark that can get but i’ll spare you the details

While if we’re talking about stage 2 while he’s now living with Color, he’d still definitely try to get his hands on it, whether with or without Color’s permission is something I feel really depends on Killer, like i can see Killer sometimes trying to get his hands on it without Color’s permission, other times he’d simply ask, cause at that point Killer’s trying to learn how to be better, considering Killer himself had endured the invasive way Nightmare always touches his soul and influences it by his magic, so i think Color’s polite way of actually asking for permission from Killer for his soul would definitely rub off on him

which I’d like to believe Color would most likely refuse to give Killer his soul cause the thought of his soul being experimented on isn’t really comfortable, but I can see Color actually giving Killer the permission to study his soul by simple observation rather than actual experimentation

Stage 1 would absolutely refuse regardless of the timeline, even when curious, cause that’s his best friend y’know?

But regardless, I can see Killer and Color fight over this very reason of Killer’s curiosity for souls, but here’s a very interesting question, can Killer actually get his hands on Color’s soul without his permission? When Color is just a lot stronger than Killer in every aspect?

Killer will simply never win a fight again Color, Color might be hesitant to fight and is generally trying to be careful with his powers, but he still holds the power to crush Killer like he’s nothing, so if anything, Killer will only be able to get his hand on Color’s soul if he outsmarts him >:)

[buildnbuy]

Save File Diary, March 2025

Wanted to make an 'update post' of what I'm planning next for my Britechester save file, especially in regard to the new Businesses & Hobbies expansion!

My thoughts on the new expansion...

Townie makeovers!

Remaking TS3 and TS2 households?

The next build!

Discover University 2.0 (Businesses and Hobbies)

I've seen a lot of simmers saying that the new expansions feels like it could've been a Get to Work refresh, for me it feels like a Discover University one! 😅

I'm super excited about the opportunities available for university gameplay with the revamped mentoring system, and new lecture/class system! Especially for professor/educator Sims since they can now actually lecture, mentor, and teach classes! Likewise as students, you can now be lectured to, get a mentor, and attend classes!

These systems are what I originally had hoped Discover University would be, and I'm so happy it is being brought to life with the new expansion. Definitely changing a lot of how I've imagined Britechester, starting with the Sims!

Townie Makeovers

So far, I've already shared the plans I have for Cameron Fletcher to return to the Foxbury Institute as a professor, and I've also updated Julia Wright, Becca Clarke, and Jayden Armstrong (building on his relationship with Cameron Fletcher from the Discover University trailer).

I'm not really planning to have any set rules in terms of time-skips and such. Some of the Sims (Cameron and Jayden) have been time-skipped farther into their future, while Becca and Julia are still in their University days.

I'm planning to update the townies to develop/expand on their in-game lore. With Becca and Julia, that was making them remain best friends, instead at rivaling Universities and 'Groups' (a la The Sims 3: University Life) or with Cameron and Jayden, it was making that trailer interaction part of their lore and having them reconnect years after their college days on the other side of the classroom.

Nostalgia Antics...

Something else I considered doing was remaking some of the professor townies from previous Sims games... while I only have played The Sims 4 (and The Sims 3DS), I still have a weird nostalgia for seeing Sims from older titles in the new game and often look to them for inspiration even though I haven't played these other titles in depth.

I made a list of all of The Sims 2 and The Sims 3 professor NPC's, chose what distinguished major they'd fit best at, whether they'd be an educator or department head, began creating clubs for 'Foxbury Computer Science' and 'UBrite Lang. & Literature', and planned to make clubs for all of the distinguished degrees... and then started re-making the townies!

Three sims in and I quickly realized that there would be no way that I'd get through to the other side of this... For now, going to steer clear of converting any townies that aren't already in The Sims 4 to avoid burn-out, and to also leave room for my own new households in the save file!

That being said... since I didn't actually play these games, I'm not sure if there are any 'iconic' Sims from the University packs that you feel I should consider remaking and including in this save file. Feel free to let me know, because I'd love to try to bring some of the magic from the older games into The Sims 4!

Not sure if the two households I've made so far will end up making it to the save file, so I'm planning to upload them to download on the gallery instead sometime soon!

Next Build: UBrite Arts Incubator

Though I am pivoting to focus on the households and townies of Britechester, I'll still be spending time building as it's what I love to do most in The Sims. The next build I'm planning to finish for the save file is the UBrite Arts Incubator that I haven't updated for a good while.

I think this lot could really utilize the new whiteboards and gameplay systems, as well as some of the amazing new build assets that came with Businesses and Hobbies which integrate very well into the Britechester color palette with that new deep green we got!

Definitely going to be completely overhauling the earlier version of it with some new build items we've gained since I started it as well as some new tricks I've learned, but I can't wait to get back into this build and share it with you all!

Until then, expect to see a lot more Sims coming your way!

[bengiyo]

Century of Love Ep 1 Stray Thoughts

Daou and Offroad are back on my screens. Pond Ponlawit is here. I’m ready.

Hey, Daou looks great.

Oh shit he can fight! The sound effects are killing me.

This woman is very pretty.

I really hope we see this little boy later on as a jaded caretaker of Daou’s character after decades of putting up with him.

This bullet-be-gone rock is so powerful.

Wow, this show is giving us the lore upfront. That’s refreshing.

Pond is playing a villain?!?

Bro, you ain’t get her no good shoes for running, or a proper change of clothes? Y’all gonna try to escape in her wedding dress?

Wow this guy speed ran ruining Vad’s life.

Damn, this Savant guy must really love Vad to give up the special stone for San.

100 years of chronic pain to find the one you love? I do love fantastical romance sometimes.

Thank you, show, for giving me adult Pao and then his memorial. I hope someone "does well in the interview" in this show.

It works really well that San is stuck on where Vaf died.

I know War Jirawat is probably having fun treating San like he's much older than him.

Oof, and he's fussing at people like an old man out of touch.

Wow. Very fucked up that he feels every wound he's ever healed from like this. At least they softened it by taking San's shirt off again, because it doesn't seem like he's built up any tolerance to it.

They were so sensible about protecting this stone. I'm now worried about how it inevitably gets stolen.

Goddamn how tall is Daou?? This girl San saved looked kinda tall.

Wow. Crashed into each other underneath a large red cloth.

Wow, Offroad is still so pretty.

A RED STRING!!!!!!!

I wonder who Vee lives with.

Oh my god is this the same store from Love in Translation?? I'm going to scream. I hope it's still a worker-owned cooperative.

Vee lives alone? Why the extra bed?

I do like the reaction shots from the goddess statue.

Wow, and now they're giving us a Vee shower scene. Hooray for us.

I like how flirty Vee feels. Haven't seen this from Offroad since Our Days.

WOW. FIRST EPISODE KISS??

Oh, that exhale sound was excellent. You could feel something being let go.

I see. It was just a dream. Still, I like them giving us that in the first episode!

Hey, so that was a really great first episode! We got all the backstory we needed, established the rules, set our time limit, and met a great cast of characters. I'm excited to see who Pond reincarnated as in this timeframe. There's a good mix of drama, comedy, action, and tragedy in this that I find really compelling. Everyone is also putting in constant effort into each scene. Also, Offroad has never been prettier, my goodness.

[smilesrobotlover]

Ok that’s it. I’m just gonna scream about echoes of wisdom:

First off, this game is amazing. Like I’m so impressed with it and had a blast with it. I’m very impressed with how fun the gameplay was. I was nervous that it wasn’t gonna be fun, but no it was actually tons of fun! It’s not perfect ofc. I wish you didn’t have to sit and scroll through hundreds of echoes, I wish they separated monsters and objects to make each one easier to grab, and the amount of times I pressed the sword button instead of the echo button was insane. Fighting enemies is also a pain since it takes so long, and I wished I could just directly fight them, and it’s super easy to soft lock yourself as well. But all those negatives don’t outweigh the positives, because regardless of those flaws, it was still VERY fun to play through. Once you get powerful monsters, fighting is kinda fun to watch. I loved placing like, 7 fire octos against one ice octo and just watch it get destroyed. I loved setting things on fire, I loved climbing on trees, and overall I just, loved finding ways to solve puzzles. Thinking outside the box was a lot of fun in this game. Now, in some places like the Faron temple, it wasn’t fun BUT, still. I loved it

And the story, omg. This is the first Zelda game that I’ve played since becoming a fan that has a new link and Zelda in a new Hyrule, and it was so refreshing to see! I’ve seen the same ones for years now since joining the fandom and I love seeing new ones! I love how Zelda doesn’t know Link at all, that he’s just some swordsman who saved her. I just love what they did with Link in general. He wasn’t reduced to a damsel in distress, he had his own adventure, we just didn’t see it. He was competent and was fighting In the rift before Null captured him. Fighting along side him was SO fun and the final dungeon was very unique and fun to go through. I also loved fighting as him in the very beginning. They gave him an interesting backstory and I almost wish we got to see his adventure! But oh well, this game is about Zelda anyways :)

And Zelda is fun too, I love all the characters that know her. They were all so competent and didn’t actually sit around like a bunch of idiots. I wish Zelda wasn’t a silent protagonist though, but idk how else they would’ve done it. Oh well.

And I didn’t like Tri in the beginning but they really grew on me towards the end. They were very bland but some personality came out as we progressed further into the story, and I laughed out loud at some of the things they said lol.

But let me talk about my fav part of the game: Null.

I cant tell you how much I love the concept of Null. The idea of some creature that is the embodiment of nothingness that has been there since before the creation of the world is SO FREAKING COOL. It’s nice having a story where Ganon isn’t the big bad, it’s this ancient being that is powerful and very dangerous. Far more dangerous than Demise. And it doesn’t contradict the established lore? Like this makes a lot of sense that Null was imprisoned in the world, but was creating rifts because they wanted to go back to nothingness. It’s spooky to think that they were there the whole time, just trying to escape.

Though it does make me wonder about the timeline. My guess is that this game takes place before or after botw/totk with hebra mountain existing and things generally being in the same spot (except death mountain, but volcanoes move anyways right?). And no one knows what the Triforce actually is, which is also very interesting. It’s an ancient power that’s not well known which is very cool, and I LOVED seeing it again! Having them discover the primal energy being the Triforce was so freaking cool, and the legend of the princess (or priestess) and the hero defeating evil was cool, but it does make me wonder where it is in time.

But yeah, all in all, I loved this game. It was incredible and so much fun with amazing characters and great lore that expanded on the universe. Very very neat.

But I’m giving it a 2/10 cuz Linebeck wasn’t in it