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[enden-k]

call me a whiny little bitch boy but ever since the whole interdarshan championship its so hard for me to feel genuine interest in any of the main events after. it all just feels like a chore and so boring to me, i cant even recall what events we had since kaveh 🧍

(summer event was cute as always tho)

[glowingbadger]

Hi! Could you do SFW and NSFW relationship headcanons for Raphael and Hubert, please?

(P.S. I swear I sent this in a few weeks ago but you must not have gotten it. I am mortified at the chance I accidentally sent it to another blog!)

Your timing is incredible- your request was literally the next one on my list haha :3 So no worries, it got to the right place! I'm just still catching up a bit lol. Let's talk Raph and Hubie!

Raphael, Hubert x GN Reader

SFW (nsfw below the cut)

Raphael:

- Raphael is such an absolute sweetie as a boyfriend. He's very nurturing and just a healthy level of protective, but he also knows that he's not perfect and is willing to listen to you when you need something different from him, or just to vent. He's also endlessly uplifting, always instinctively looking on the bright side of things and eager to open up that sunny perspective to share with you.

- As we all know, the way to Raph's heart is through his stomach. If you're even a little skilled in the kitchen, you've got an easy in to spending time with him whenever you like. If you're not much of a cook, he's happy to be a taste-tester until you've got it figured out. Though it's not like his palette is incredibly refined, so you might not get the most nuanced feedback.

- It is essential that you meet his little sister's approval- it's practically like courting a single father. Her happiness is his utmost priority, so one day when she mentions off hand that she can't wait for you all to spend time together again, he practically starts tearing up and warmth fills his chest. Knowing that you get along with the other most important person in his life just reaffirms his affections for you a thousand fold.

- His idea of a date pretty much always involves food, and with his energetic and warm personality, those kinds of dates are easy to enjoy. If you suggest other ideas though, while he might not be sure it's his "thing" at first, he'll quickly find something to get excited about and invested in. Besides, when he's with you, he has a hard time caring about anything but watching you just be your wonderful self, all with a wide, goofy smile on his face.

Hubert:

- Hubert quietly dotes on you. His love language is absolutely acts of service. This is largely because he finds it so hard to believe- practically disorienting- that you'd want to be with him of all people. As such, he does everything in his power to ensure that you're provided for. You may not even realize the lengths he's willing to go to for some time, as he has a habit of doing helpful or sweet things for you without your knowledge. Maybe it takes a vaguely threatening "chat" with some disrespectful knave who's been trying to get your attention, or perhaps there's a tear in your favorite shirt that he has sent to be repaired without ever mentioning it. Hubert doesn't seek praise- only your happiness.

- that said... He does absolutely melt when you do praise or compliment him. He does his best to appear stoic, but his face turns bright red when you tell him how lucky you are to be with someone so considerate and conscientious. Funnily, when he's riding high on his adoration for you (whatever you would call Hubert's version of feeling warm and fuzzy), not much changes other than that he's less conversational, appearing exceptionally introspective. The truth is just that he can't stop thinking of you and this bizarre feeling you've nurtured in him.

- he will NEVER admit this and will strike fear into the soul of any who would suggest it- but when others give him romantic advice, he does take note. When Edelgard suggests he have flowers sent to you for no particular reason, or Ferdinand recommends he take you riding through the countryside on a particularly lovely day, he does consider them and possibly even follow through.

- listen. The first time Hubert returns to his quarters from a late night "mission" to see you waiting up for him, struggling to stay awake to greet him and make sure he's okay, he's just... A puddle. He holds you so close and so tight, resting his face in your hair without a word. He's simply so overwhelmed that he should ever be so fortunate as to be welcomed home by someone he loves.

NSFW 18+ v

Raphael:

- Raph is a Big Boy and a Strong Boy, and those two facts are never more relevant than when things start getting heated. He's had one or two prior sexual partners (people from his hometown who came onto him- he enjoyed it well enough, but he's WAY more into it after falling for you), so he generally knows what he's doing, but likes a bit of guidance. He worries a lot about hurting you, but also enjoys showing off his strength and stamina for you- so letting you set the pace tends to work best overall.

- He openly loves it when you compliment his muscles and physique, reminding him of just how big and strong he is compared to you and how easily he lifts and positions you. Hearing it from your lips energizes him and makes him more determined than ever to pleasure you and take care of any and all of your needs. He's a bit clumsy about some of the finer operations involved- but honestly, sometimes it's hot enough just to feel his large and powerful fingers spreading you open. It's hard to lament his lack of dexterity when he can so easily fill you and reach your every sensitive spot at once.

- He's really not much one for power-play, or any kind of spicy roleplay. He simply doesn't see the point. Raphael would always rather just tell you openly how amazing and gorgeous you are as you ride his big, thick cock. You're so small even when you're above him, and he can't help wanting to hold you as your stretched out little hole takes him again and again.

- Raphael can resist cumming for a long time for the privilege of getting to fuck as many orgasms out of you as possible. He's got some impressive stamina. He'll lift and reposition you several times, then very carefully ease his huge member back into you, giving you plenty of time to acclimate to him filling you up from a new angle. There's no question that you'll be satisfied by the time he finally cums- but once he's done, he's done. Raphael cums hard, and a good volume, and once he's ridden out his climax, all he wants is to cuddle you on his broad chest and maybe share a snack, then drift off for a nap together.

Hubert:

- I've talked about some general spicy ideas for Hubie before in the past, so definitely check my masterlist for those (I love this miserable bastard so fucking much-). Overall, I see him as a classic, domineering Dom in the bedroom. Hubert needs a certain level of control over everything in his life to feel even a little at-ease, and intimacy is no exception. It won't take long into a relationship with him for it to become clear that he's happiest and most satisfied when you're a good, docile little pet for him.

- It's not extremely obvious at first, but Hubert's body is very sensitive and very touch-shy, simply due to lack of exposure. He's had a few sexual partners, though largely for pragmatic, political purposes, so the experience of being with you and wanting so badly to be truly intimate with you is completely new to him. Add this to the fact that, at his core, he still believes you deserve so much better than he could ever give you in all things, and you've got yourself a complex over-thinker in your bed. This is part of why dominating you is so soothing to him. When you're his personal needy kitten, he can direct you as he pleases, catering your treatment to his comfort level.

- Hubert gets very invested in the finer details of your submission. He takes great care to select a collar custom made for you, and will manage everything from your posture to your line of sight to when you're allowed to cum. He does not suffer brats; misbehaving will result in literal hours of punishment, and you're lucky if it only amounts to spanking. He's much more likely to tie you, or even magically restrain you on his bed completely exposed (or in a shamefully erotic outfit) and tease your clit/head of your cock until tears wet your eyes and you beg him to be allowed to cum.

- That all said, if you're a very, very good pet for him- or if you're someone a bit more shy or anxious in bed, he is capable of being a very soft and caring Dom. This even surprises him, but he can't help brushing a gloved hand to your cheek as you take his cock into your pretty lips, and he murmurs, "That's right, my dearest, just like that. You're doing wonderfully- just a little longer for me and I swear that I'll satisfy you."

[whatzaoverwatch]

The Reaper of the Opera Chapter 3: Angel of Music

Oh lawd he coming, just you wait

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 Backstage/Night

You had made your way back to the dressing room, filled with upmost praise and excitement. It took longer than you imagined to pull away from the managers pleas to get pictures for the press. As much as the thrill was tempting, you felt the need to take a breather. Overwhelmed by such compliments you never thought would be heard. Beaming from your cheeks as you are suddenly greeted by an embrace from Lena.

“[Name], you were amazing!” She chirped with delight, leaving you flustered in her hold.

“Thank you, Lena. I should especially thank you in return; It was you who volunteered me in the first place afterall. I never thought I would be able to perform like that to anyone.” You confessed with a meek smile.

“Don’t be so down on yourself, I have heard you sing. You were made to be center stage for the world to hear!” She chimed holding your hands with hers, “You could be the very next Hana Song for all we know.”

“That is until she has recovered Lena,” Reminding her of the harsh reality, “Once Hana is up on her feet, it’s back to dancing for me. I can’t imagine how frustrated she is, but I am sure we will suffer greatly for it. I don’t mind really, at least I’ll have one moment to hold in my dreams.”

“Don’t think like that. Maybe you will get your chance sooner than you think,” She hummed seeing you look down for a moment, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but when did you learn to sing like this?”

You perked up at the answer, never been asked such a thing before. Looking around both of your surroundings until you pulled her into your dressing room. The room covered in red curtains and various wardrobes. Red velvet wallpaper to compliment the golden tassels. A vanity to rest yourself upon along with an enormous mirror to gaze upon your reflection. She tiled her head curiously as you spoke.

“When my father died, I thought I had no one left in this world. No one to share our music with. But I remember him saying that he will always be by my side no matter what happened,” Biting you lower lips, brushing your thumb against her knuckles before whispering, “I didn’t believe him at first, until I started hearing a voice.”

“A voice?” Lena looked puzzled.

“A voice teaching me to sing. Instructing me with my voice. Like, some kind of angel,” You nodded with certainty at those words, “An Angel of Music, one my father had sent for me. It is truly a gift Lena.”

“But, is it truly what you th-“Before she could ask, a suddenly thump of a familiar cane alerted the young dancer. Springing up to greet Ana, who stood by the doorway, “Good evening Madame Amari.”

“Lena, shouldn’t you be resting before your practice?” Ana questioned with a curious eyebrow raise. Leaving the young one to let go of your hands with a nod.

“Right away Madame, see you tomorrow [Name].” She spoke with a smile. The sweetness halted upon hearing Ana clear her throat.

Hurrying out of the dressing room, Ana watched over where the young dancer went off to before looking back at you. Your shyness returning as Ana reached for the door handle. Recalling when she first took you in back when your father was still alive. Befriending her daughter Fareeha, then Lena, and finally a reluctant Amelie. Practically adopting you when your father passed away. She always kept her eye on you, like the mother you never had. Much to the years that you had known the dance instructor, she still had this sternness in her presence that left you nervous.

“You rest too [Name]. Your performance was exceptional this evening. Your father would be proud.” She stated before closing the door behind her. Leaving you in your solitude as you took a seat by your vanity. Gazing upon your makeup, taking in your moments of glory with a smile. The thoughts lingering into your head until you heard a familiar whisper in the room.

“Brava my dear, Brava…”

The whispers being hushed by a sudden knock and opening. Figuring it was one of the managers, you continued to discard of your costume.

“If you desire more pictures with the press, I am afraid you will have to come back tomorrow.” Your words were responded with a familiar chuckle.

“A picture? No, I was hoping to find my missing scarf.”

Eyes wide at the voice, you felt a suddenly flow of memories flooding back to you. Of a young boy that you had taken an orange scarf from. A fit of giggles that you could never forget. Spinning around, you were greeted by a smiling Genji, leaning against the door frame with a cherry blossom in his hand. Face lighting up with joy, you rose from your seat in excitement.

“Genji Shimada? Is that you??” You gasped while he entered your room casually. Taking a look at an old friend as you found him completely different than before. More metal than skin, but that smile you could never forget. Covering your mouth in awe to see him, “Look at you! You’ve grown so much.”

“As have you, you look absolutely radiant [Name].” He stated, his voice gentle and sweet towards you.

“How long has it been? What are you doing here?” You wondered bewildered by this reunion.

“Quite a long time, [Name],” Presenting you with the sakura, letting you take it with a blush on your cheeks, “I had returned back with my brother to partake in a walk down memory lane. Colour me surprised when I had discovered that my troublemaker partner was the star of the show.”

“If I recall correctly it was you who caused the trouble. Even being called a Sparrow from your father,” Watching him snicker at that old name, you fiddled with the rose in your hand, “I never thought you would return here again after his passing.”

“I thought that myself at one time. I was also informed of your father passing away long ago as well, forgive me for not being there to pay my condolences,” Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, he watched you take your place back at the vanity, “Your father and mine were close friends. I would’ve desired to have come back, if it hadn’t been for…”

Turning back to face him, you watched the unease in his brown eyes. It was clear something went wrong during your time apart, but you were just glad he could remember someone like you. Reaching a hand over to take his, you grabbed his attention with your smile.

“Genji, that is all in the past. I am sure you had your reasons, that doesn’t make me think any different of you.”

Seeing his eyes look into yours, a sense of ease seeing your childhood friend before you once more. A sense of comfort residing between the both of you. He grinned as an idea formed into his mind.

“Come, you must join my brother and I for dinner. We must catch up after all these years!” He claims, proceeding to take you out the door. Suddenly alert on his idea, you release his hand to stay within the room. He look at you in confusion from your resistance.

“I appreciate the gesture Genji and I am so glad to see you again. But I cannot leave tonight, I have my singing lessons.” Gently declining him, he is left puzzled by your words.

“Lessons? But you have already finished your performance. We must celebrate your achievement. This is your moment [Name].” He implores, taking your hands into his. Pressing your lips into a thin line, you shook your head, despite how much your heart wanted to go.

“I am very sorry Genji, but he is very strict. If I do not follow his instructions-��� Trying to explain as you felt uneasy at the idea of abandoning your teacher.

“I am sure he is alright with you sparring one night. He would want you to celebrate as well. Oh! I must inform Hanzo of your accompaniment,” He heads for the door, stopping his tracks to look back at you, “I will return shortly [Name], be ready when I return. No ifs ands or buts!”

“Genji wait!” You called to him, only for him to already be gone. The door closed behind him as you are left in your thoughts

Unable to help but sigh, you turned to face the dressing room with concern. Proceeding to undress into your attire, your thoughts lingered on the thought of joining. He is your childhood friend and you hadn’t seen him in ages. It’d be pleasant to catch up after all of these years. Wondering how his brother looked after so long. Recalling how grumpy he was every time the two of you pulled various pranks upon him. Being scolded by your parents as you two shared a few laughs. Genji had grown up, but he still carried that sweet tender smile as he did back then. He was just as handsome as his father. You were heart broken when he had left, especially before your fathers passing.

It was no lie that you had a crush on him, but you never thought he would admire you in return. Blushing over at the sakura you were given, you couldn’t turn away such an offer to rekindle a flame. One night wouldn’t hurt, would it? Tying up your black silk robe, covering the delicate matching corset and stockings beneath, you proceeded to look for your best dress In the middle of your thoughts. Wondering if you still had your green dress laying about. Before you could find it, the lights began to flicker within your room. A sinking feeling befell you as you felt the air grow cold. Darkness taking over the room giving one certain sign of what that meant. In a panic, you began to stride for the door, only to be halted by a familiar voice.

“Insolent boy! This knave of fashion, basking in your glory. Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!” The whisper now booming around the room, displeased at what had happened.

You knew never to turn away from the voice. You knew your fate was sealed as you looked around, trying to calm the voice with your own.

“Angel, I hear you. Speak, I listen. Stay by my side, guide me. Angel my soul was weak, forgive me. Enter at last, Master.” The darkness in the room growing stronger as nothing but the voice could give you comfort.

“Flattering child, you shall know me. See why in shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror,” Turning you gaze to the mirror, finding a shadow forming from the reflection. Mesmerized as the voice spoke once more, “I am there inside!”

Approaching the mirror every so slowly, guided by your Angel of Music. One you had always turned to for your teachings. A voice and a presence you knew in your mind. For the first time, you could feel the presence of your angel. Left in a trance as you approach the mirror with no fear or hesitation.

“My Angel of Music...” You whispered while you walked before the shadow. The figure within the mirror, wearing a bone like mask, watching you approach the reflection. Unaware of the mirror opening to reveal a man before you.

“Yes, I am your Angel of Music…come to me Angel of Music.” The figure beckoned you, raising a gloved hand to your direction. His voice whispered in a hush, but deep with a growl. Leaving you hypnotized to his words as you take his hand ever so slowly. Being pulled into the mirror by the mysterious man, you step into the darkness with the mirror closing right behind you.

The lights flickering once more as Genji returns into your room. A face full of excitement only to drop by your absence. Not a trace of the events prior to be seen. Looking around the room in desperation, he searched all over until he spots the very cherry blossom he gifted you on the floor. Picking it up, he looks around having an uncertain feeling in his stomach.

“[Name]? [Name]!” He called to the open air, in hopes for a response. But to no prevail you were taken, by the Reaper of the Opera.

To be continued

[faeriexqueen]

For the fanfic asks— A, E, N, H, and J! 💖

sfjksdfjsdlj IT TOOK A WHILE BUT AAAA here you are! <3A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

God, this is hard.  Honestly, I’ve enjoyed working on so many fics for so many different reasons?  Each one (especially of all the multi-chaptered slowburns) has such a special place in my heart.  Lotus in the Snow is based off “The Snow Queen”, so I’m attached to that one since it’s my first long fic.  But I absolutely loved writing both Encompassed in Glass and The Chime of a Crystalline Flower - both are also based off stories I’m so connected to, and really, I love my longer works best.  I really enjoy getting lost in the story writing, to the point of letting it suck me in.  (Honestly, I just finished Dark Flower and really...it’s up there with my tops for the same reason.)

E: What character do you identify with most?  Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?

Alma.  I really identified with him in Lotus in the Snow, particularly because he’s this character who is outwardly so happy and good natured, but...harbors so much pain inside?  I projected a lot with that fic, especially in terms of how I felt cut off from so many people and isolated due to a lot of anger I was dealing with for a while.  Honestly, Alma is generally easy for me to project on.  He just is one of those characters that tries so hard to see the good in things, despite whatever pain he’s in - and that’s something I’ve always related to?  He doesn’t know how to face certain fears and troubles, and can struggle with running away and being avoidant (ex. Encompassed in Glass), and I know that growing up that was something I really struggled with.

N: Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?

When do I not have ideas brewing? XD  I have a list, though I’m probably going to take a break to focus on my own original story for a bit (which shhhh I’m finalizing plot things! ;3).  But I do have a few (mostly Yulma and DGM of course):Anastasia AU for Yulma (yes, I’m still thinking about it and haven’t pitched this idea yet XD.)  The premise is Kanda, Lavi, and Allen are all struggling to afford to live in the early 20th, and have fallen into debt.  To try to get out of it, they come up with a plan to find someone to impersonate the missing prince who disappeared years ago - and end up roping in Alma as a result.Swan Lake AU for Yulma.  It would be similar to Lotus in the Snow, though it wouldn’t be an exact re-writing.  Kanda and Alma are childhood friends, though early on, they’re separated when Kanda is recruited as an exorcist.  Years later, their paths cross again - but things go awry when Alma disappears, and Kanda has to find him before it’s too late.Beauty and the Beast/Little Mermaid AU for Yulma.  I haven’t thought of a shorter AU name for this, but it would take elements from both fairytales.  In this AU, dark matter is like a virus that can infect normal people, turning them into monsters known as akuma, who fall under the control of the Millennium Earl.  Human soldiers known as exorcists wield innocence, which is able to kill akuma, freeing their souls in the process.  Alma is an akuma, having been infected since he was a child - however, he wants desperately to be human after having contact with one.  He makes a deal with the Earl, that allows him to disguise himself as a human temporarily - but only if he does exactly what the Earl says...Omegaverse/Regency AU for Tyki x Alma.  An AU for my rare pair!  This would be a historical omegaverse one, in which Alma is an omega from a wealthy, noble family.  Being an omega, he is quickly shoved into an arranged marriage with a very cold and cruel alpha, and unable to stomach being bound to him, Alma runs off before the wedding, not knowing the first thing how to navigate the real world.  In the process, he meets a rugged alpha named Tyki, and things develop from there.Modern/Fashion AU for Yulma.  I haven’t given this one much thought in a while, but recently it came up.  But it’s an AU where Lenalee ropes Kanda into modeling for a friend of hers - who turns out to be Alma going to school for fashion design.Thumbelina AU for Yulma.  Alma is a tiny person born from a lotus flower, who thinks he’s the only one of his kind.  This changes when he meets Kanda, who is a faerie and the same size as Alma.  As time goes on, they begin to fall in love, before they unexpectedly get separated and have to find each other.Vampire/Beauty and the Beast AU for Tyki x Alma.  Alma is employed as a gardener for the enigmatic owner of a seemingly abandoned estate that has been rumored by the people in his village to be haunted/cursed.  However, Alma accepts the position, tending to the grounds but never once seeing who his employer is...Alice in Wonderland AU for either Yulma or Tyki x Alma.  Originally, this idea came to me as a Yulma one, with Alma being the “Alice” character.  However, it’s up in the air now, since rather than having it be a romance with him and Kanda (who would be a flower gardener in Wonderland), it would potentially be with Tyki, who is the Knave of Hearts.  (Honestly, I’ve wondered if I should make it a love triangle?  I’ve never written one, and never used to be into them - but now, I’m wondering... >.>)Basically, I have a lot of AUs.  I have no idea if these ideas will get written, but they’re definitely being tossed around in my head.

H: How would you describe your writing style?

Fucking too long, like I need to cut down. XD  But really, probably more descriptive and imagery heavy?  I focus on imagery a lot, which I thinks come from being a visual person in general.  I also really like poetry, so at times, I do try to aim for more lyrical when appropriate?  Alliteration makes me weak. XD

J:  What’s your favorite fanfic trope?  Have you written it?

I cannot just pick one.  I have so many - but I think it would be when Character A is injured/hurt/upset, and Character B tends to them.  It’s just something that never gets old, and I think I’ve used it in damn near all of my fics.  I also love slowburns - which should be no surprise.  Pretty much every long fic I write is a slowburn.  I just really love that gradually development, especially when it begins from a rocky start?  Character A is frustrated with Character B and vice versa, but eventually, they start to fall, and when they do the pining is hard.  Longing gazes, nearly brushing hands - I’ve definitely used those tropes, and will continue to do so. ;3The one I haven’t used as much as I’d like (except in Encompassed in Glass), is probably class differences.  I’d really love to focus on that more, especially in a modern AU.  I’ve also really been into the whole “falling in love with the enemy/forbidden romance” trope - which I’ve finally gotten to write in Dark Flower.  Not going to lie, the whole being captive and falling in love with your captor trope does appeal to me. >.>

Fanfic Writer Asks.

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Reblogging this into it’s own post.

Based on the original post here.

Sonic and the Summer Days

Prologue

Alice: The real Alice of the storybook, filling the role Shahra and Merlina did in the other games. To progress through Wonderland, Alice and Sonic ride upon the Gryphon. Either Alice or Gyphon can explain the major mechanics of the story. In short, there is something evil that has wormed its way into Wonderland. Sonic has to traverse the story to find out where the evil is hiding. And Wonderland will drain your identity and memories if you don’t resist. Sonic is confident that won’t happen except immediately he is told he is the Knave of Hearts as if Alice and the Gryphon believed such all along.

Chapter 1

White Rabbit: Silver

The White Rabbit of course drew Sonic into Wonderland  but now acts like Sonic is his servant. The Rabbit’s House stage will contain puzzles that must be solved using shrinking and growing mechanics.

Chapter 2

Caterpillar: Rouge

The Wispy Garden stage will have Sonic trying to traverse traps and obstacles which may of may not be illusions of the smoke. (If smoking doesn’t fly in an E-rated game, maybe show Rouge enjoying a sauna cooking over a fire or something.)

Chapter 3

Duchess: The first real villain of the game, but really just a mid-boss.

Cheshire Cat: Espio, seeing as his ability to turn invisible lines up nicely.

Stealth stage! Kidding. Just more puzzles in the Turvy Manor stage with an odd gravity theme, seeing as the Cheshire Cat can walk along any surface. Shifts in orientation and perspective would definitely look interesting. There would be no boss fight against the Duchess as she would claim to have been called away by the Queen of Hearts.

Chapter 4

Mad Hatter: Sticks, because she’s definitely mad, and needs another game.

March Hare: Marina, because she needs another game, too.

The original book has the Hatter talking about Time as if it were a person, so it can be heavily implied that Time is the final boss of the game, and a Tea Partylevel where you can play as classic Sonic once again would fulfill Sega’s odd two Sonics fetish once more.

Chapter 5

Queen of Hearts: Amy Rose, sure. Though, instead of ordering executions, let’s just say she banishes people into the cards that make up her guards.

King of Hearts: Knuckles

The Croquet Match stage would see Sonic forcibly shrunk down and have to traverse the stage having been declared the croquet ball. A large Queen of Hearts would be trying to foil his progress while he would be receiving help from the Gryphon and Alice. But then it is revealed by the White Rabbit that Sonic is the Knave the Queen has been seeking and he’s put to trial.

Chapter 6

The Queen’s Court stage is really the an extended boss fight between Sonic and the Duchess and just when it looks like he’s going to win, she ends up cheating and tossing Sonic, Alice, and the Gryphon into the Looking Glass

Chapter 7

The Fractured Garden stage has Sonic racing around trying to collect the pieces of the shattered Looking Glass at the Gryphon’s instruction so it can try to be reforged at the castle in the distance. The Gryphon flies off, though. At the end of the stage Sonic meets the Red Queen

Red Queen: Alice was robbed of all her memories and portrays the Red Queen for the rest of the game.

Chapter 8

Fawn: Cream

An escort mission through the Infested Forest stage, but only to the extent that Sonic has to clear puzzles in one location so the Fawn can progress in another location. However, Sonic manages to trip and drop a few shards and the Fawn sees something evil in Sonic’s reflection. Sonic tries to tell her he’s one of the good guys but has forgotten his name at this point, only remembering that he’s the Knave. A reverse boss fight happens where if the Knave takes too many hits while dodging attacks and trying not to retaliate, it’s a game over.

Chapter 9

Tweedledee: Probably Big by himself. He’s the right shape after all. Informs Sonic about the sleeping Red King

Walrus: Eggman for sure.

Carpenter: I can see Tails in this role, though he’d most likely try to stop the Walrus from eating the oysters. Yes, this ruins the imagery, sue me.

The player can take over, playing as the Carpenter for the Shining Sea stage and has to collects the oysters (or flickies let’s say) and avoiding the Walrus as each try to build contraptions to confound the other’s progress. After the stage Tweedledee talks about how the Red King sleeps, and that it’s his dream that makes all of Wonderland real, including the Knave existence.

Chapter 10

White Queen: Revealed that the Duchess ended up getting captured as well and transformed, like Alice. The White Queen does know who the Duchess is, but insists that, since that was before the Knave was tossed into the Looking Glass, it hasn’t happened yet. Then she holds up the shards, claiming the Knave sold them to her. Indeed, when the Knave looks, his pocket is full of rings instead.

Thus the Reverse River stage is a 2D platformer with water areas which the Knave must travel through to return all the rings collected in that stage to undo the sale and get the shards back from the White Queen.

Chapter 11

Red/White Knights: Sticks and Marina again, giving the implication that all the other characters are being captured.

At the wall of the Castle’s keep the Knave is actually reunited with the Gryphon who has curiously lost his wings, but it’s fortuitous as a wingless Gryphon is a valid steed for the next stage which must be passed for the Knave to be able to enter,

At the end of the Checkered Gallop race stage, not only does the Gryphon regain his wings, so do the Knights’ horses so that all of them can make haste for the throne room at the top of the castle. And the Knights also remind the Knave that he must reforge the Looking Glass and become the White King so he can stay in Wonderland and keep everyone from disappearing if the Red King wakes up. Such an explanation doesn’t sound right to the Gryphon, though.

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When the Knave makes it to the last level and reforges the Looking Glass he has to take it to the throne room and look at his reflection while standing in front of the White King’s tapestry to assume his role. Just before he does, the Red Queen rushes to him and says he must decide to become the Red King instead or else the tyrannical White King will simply escape his prison and lock Sonic in the tapestry instead. The Gryphon interjects and says neither outcome will happen and has the Knave look at the Glass with nothing behind him, an action which restores Sonic’s memories. And he’s told that the ending doesn’t really matter since stepping back through the Looking Glass will return Sonic to his world. So now Sonic is faced with a choice.

Choosing the Looking Glass

Sonic steps through the Looking Glass and he wakes up back in his own world. Frantically, he flips through the Wonderland book and sees the text abruptly cut off. He wonders what it means but gets distracted when Tails comes looking for him asking for help. His memory of his adventure quickly fading, Sonic walks away from the book, and the book also fades away.

Choosing the White King

Indeed Sonic is trapped in the tapestry, but thankfully Alice is in there with him so that they both can face off against the White Queen at the end of the Woven Battlefield stage. After the White Queen is vanquished, she leaves behind the Looking Glass and Alice tells Sonic it’s the only way to get back to the throne room. So Sonic steps through and when he’s gone, the reflection of Alice weeping fades to black.

Sonic wakes up back in his own world. Frantically, he flips through the Wonderland book he sees the text end with a message of thanks from Alice, conveying the well wishes of the other characters. He wonders what it means but gets distracted when Tails comes looking for him asking for help. His memory of his adventure quickly fading, Sonic walks away from the book, and the book also fades away.

Choosing the Red King

Sonic abruptly wakes up in the castle bedroom, with the White Rabbit startled awake by the stirring. The Rabbit rushes out to get Alice and the Gryphon who help Sonic up and make sure he’s okay. Exiting the bedroom, a contrite Duchess apologizes for the way she acted and of course Sonic easily forgives her. But when Sonic walks past a balcony, he sees multiple battles happening all over Wonderland in an all-out war. Asking if he was responsible, Alice says he was, but that such action was necessary or else the evil force that brought Sonic into the book, the Horologium, would have destroyed everything once he was gone. And that, at least with the powers of the Red King, Sonic can face the Horologium and defeat him.

Sonic soars along, riding the Gryphon into the centre of the various battlefields during the Checkmate Disaster stage and quelling the Horologium’s shades until he faces off against the demon. The Horologium tries to vaporize him, but Sonic manages to get the Looking Glass out in front of him first to absorb the energy. And instead of shattering again, the Looking Glass forms a protective coating around him, transforming him into Crimson Sonic. To win he has to fly around on the Gryphon and get in the way of the Horolgium’s blasts to absorb them and power up to perform a super attack as the only way of harming the boss. If Crimson Sonic misses too many, Wonderland ends up getting destroyed. Periodically, Crimson Sonic will have to avoid certain telegraphed attacks that either freeze his position, makes absorbing a blast empty the power gauge instead of fill it, or knock him off the Gryphon, requiring a few jumps to remount.

One the Horologium is defeated and Wonderland is saved, Alice tells Sonic that since he is the Red King, it’s time to wake up. Sonic initially refuses and pushes the Looking Glass into her hands, but then, in its reflection, Sonic sees most of the rest of the cast of the story,  recognizes his friends playing the parts, and realizes he almost forgot himself again. He finally agrees and says goodbye to Alice and the Gryphon and closes his eyes. Back in his own world, Sonic picks up the Wonderland book that had fallen to his side and flips to the final page to see the text with a message of thanks from Alice, conveying the well wishes of the other characters. He smiles to himself and closes the book just as Tails comes looking for him asking for help. On his way out, he slides the book back on the shelf before speeding off.

Dammit, now I want to play this game.

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For WWX’s birthday, a little vignette to study some of his relationships with people and music.

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation Characters: Wei Wuxian. In this chapter, Jiang Cheng and several unnamed Yunmeng characters Genre: gen in this chapter, fluff, introspection, foreshadowing Rating: PG for teens drinking, but what else is new? Summary: The flute wasn’t always a weapon for Wei Wuxian. Music is what you make of it, and he’s always followed the tempo of his own heart.

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"How many times, you fool? Out of tempo!"

"I speed up to make it more fun to play!" Wuxian rolled his eyes. "It's you who should catch up with me!"

"That's not how music collaborations works. You have no concept of harmony."

"I play in harmony to the beats of my heart," he smiled.

He was nine years old the first time he grabbed a flute. Music was, after all, one of the venerable Six Arts that every cultivator had to master to be considered an individual of culture. Wei Wuxian chose it from all instruments because it was smaller, and cheaper to buy and maintain for the Jiangs. The sound was quite pleasing to his ears as well.

At that age he was already forgetting the soft lullabies his mother sang for him, but the disposition to love music was blooming within him. A fragrant love and fascination for the slender flute, even if it was less exciting than shooting kites with his brand new bow.

His teacher was impressed with his innate talent. By his first lesson, young master Wei had followed his instructions perfectly. By his third lesson, he had played a good chunk of the song the man had showed after only listening once, with only a couple of notes off. It soon became evident that the boy was one of those musicians who only had to hear a melody once to memorize it. Wuxian would get bored after practice and try some tunes that definitely weren't in the repertoire of classic music he was being taught.

"Did you compose that, young master?" the teacher asked with his eyebrows upwards.

Wei Wuxian shook his head without stopping his song.

"Where did you learn it, then? Did someone teach you?"

The kid stopped and took a breath while removing his lips from the mouth of the instrument.

"Dunno. Probably the street musicians at Yiling?"

He wasn't sure. He could recall the tune but not the face or the place or the moment. Wuxian had a wondrous memory except for these details. He did remember, however, the street musicians. He would sit nearby and listen to their art with a big smile. In a world with no food, no parents, no warmth, and no toys, music was one of the little joys he had left. The musicians could rarely help him, also beggars with nothing on them but their worn instruments, yet they appreciated the presence of their tiny fan.

Years later, these memories of these poor artists would fade away. Yet he had harvested their songs and pressed them as dry flowers between the pages of his mind. Forever part of the chapter of his earliest music lessons, together with the basics and the classic symphonies. They would never leave him for as long as he could play a flute.

Regardless, the teacher was rendered speechless. Had the boy been adopted by the GusuLan sect instead, he suspected he could have become an amazing music-based cultivator. Perhaps he could have rivaled even their first son with the flute, at the hands of the right instructor! Yet he was a YunmengJiang sect member, and this was a Lotus Pier child now, and the Lotus Pier children develop other sets of skills. He would do his best to polish that diamond in the rough until there was nothing else to teach him. Even Young Master Jiang, his technique flawless even for such a young age, would soon be running out of things to learn from him.

The man wouldn't be alive when Wei Wuxian became famous for his flute skills, and not in the way he had imagined. It was perhaps for the better, only remembering the sweet boyish smiles from those two talented students who surpassed him. Only the happy notes from Yiling's streets taken to his grave instead of the chilling shrills through the dark.

The porcelain cups clinked against each other, and the teenagers made a toast and downed the sparkling liquor with a swoop. It wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last for the evening. Round jars filled to the brim were expecting their turn. Dishes of snacks danced between youthful hands.

Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng, and six of their closest shidi had locked themselves in the senior boys’ bedroom. They had received permission from Jiang Cheng's parents to throw the party after training, but the booze and food from the market had never been mentioned in the terms. The lad had shaken his head when his mischievous brother had brought it as contraband from the Pier, but the reproach was shallow and was said with a big grin on his face.

"What kind of party would be without it, anyway?" Wei Wuxian shrugged and grabbed the jar to fill up his cup again, not feeling remorse.

"Well done, Wei-shixiong!" one of the disciples said, his ears already red.

"These dumplings are just so good!" The chubbiest shidi munched in delight.

"It's our last party for a year so of course we needed the best of the best!"

"It's just one year in Gusu," Jiang Cheng sighed. "You're all being melodramatic."

"But you still agreed to the party."

"It's an excuse as good as any," he nodded. "Besides, you know the Cloud Recesses are quite strict, so it might as well be our last party until we're back home."

"Three thousand rules," the youngest disciple whispered.

Wei Wuxian put his empty cup on the table. "Hopefully that's just rumors. But enough about dull stuff. This party needs some more spice."

Seven boys who had tried his peculiar cuisine before glared at him. Some eyes had fear.

"Cowards. But also, this party needs more life or this will become a burial mound. How about some music, huh?"

The cringing faces vanished to be replaced by smiles and cheers.

"Now we're talking! Play one of your Yiling folk songs, Shixiong."

"Yeah! We're not hearing it in a year's time!"

"One condition." Wuxian got up and rummaged through his belongings to get his flute. He had a brilliant idea. "Young Master has to join in or I'm not playing."

Jiang Cheng's palm met his forehead. The disciples started to beg.

"Please, Young Master Jiang! We haven't heard you in ages!"

"We won't hear it in a year!"

"You guys just want to listen to Wei Wuxian."

"Of course not! We want both seniors! His flute is great but all alone it doesn't do much for a party."

"Honestly, you're kind of better? During music lessons, the old man keeps telling me to follow Jiang Wanjin's dexterity and diligence. He never mentions Shixiong."

From Jiang Cheng's small blush and the way his chest puffed a bit, Wuxian could tell the shidi had said the right thing. He grinned wide. His brother always needed an ego boost, in his opinion. Yet his next action was hitting Jiang Cheng's head softly with a second xiao.

"See what I always say? You are better than me. Our teacher says I might be a talented genius, but I don't care about sticking to the scores so it's bad in the end."

"I had to be better than you at something, you knave." He grabbed the flute with the satisfaction of someone who actually practiced and studied. "Well, who goes first?"

"No, no, no." Wei Wuxian moved his open palm side to side. "It's not a duel, you competitive blockhead. A duet! A concert! Playing the same song at the same time, and the winners are all of us."

He saw the glint in Jiang Cheng's eye darken a bit, but he didn't complain. "Which one?"

"'Over the peaks' is the catchiest and longest. Ready? One, two, one, two, three, four!"

They grasped for breath before putting his lips to the mouth of their flutes. Nimble fingers moved quickly through the wood, covering the right little holes with grace and precision. The other boys howled and clapped to the rhythm. The tallest of them got up and starting dancing. The chubbiest one banged softly on the table with his palms, like a drum. Two had learned the lyrics so they sang the parts they could recall —the ones with the most sexual innuendo, as kids do.

They were all having a great time, but by the fifth verse Jiang Cheng was struggling. Wei Wuxian's tune was running too much. The song started to sound bad.

"Here they go again," the youngest shidi whispered.

By the time the seventh verse started, Cheng stopped flat. He took out the flute from his lips, annoyance on his temples. The tall one sat again on the floor, disappointed.

"How many times, you fool? Out of tempo!"

"I speed up to make it more fun to play!" Wuxian rolled his eyes. "It's you who should catch up with me!"

"That's not how music collaborations works. You have no concept of harmony."

"I play in harmony to the beats of my heart," he smiled.

"Whatever you say..." He put down the flute and took his cup. "Sure you don't want to duel?"

"Nope. Duel Lan Xichen at Gusu for all I care."

"I know my limitations, unlike a certain person."

"You know, it'd be fun to bash a party with the Lan Sect and play upbeat songs with one of them. They're pretty musical, right?" Wei Wuxian sighed at the prospect of new friends and good times.

"Their music is for cultivation and health uses only, I think. Very few Lan members are as artistically inclined as the founder."

Wuxian looked around, but all his shidi's expressions confirmed it.

"Come on, they can't all be so stiff! I'll get one of them to play something for me, you'll see."

"Fifty coins say you won't," the most cynical disciple dared.

"Fifty coins say I can convince that Lan Wangji guy you're all so scared of."

Six jaws dropped and some blurted at him to stop the mad claim.

"No, let him," Jiang Cheng smirked as he sipped his cup. He was already drunk. "Our motto is Attempt the Impossible, guys. I want to see him attempt and fail spectacularly for once."

"Jiang-shixiong is right. I'm gonna be so rich, guys."

A day later, Wei Wuxian had forgotten to pack his flute. By the time he had the privilege to win the implausible bet, he had no memory of it whatsoever.

→ Part 2 (the Wens)

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