#Another Common

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02:12 Jaehee’s Doubt (Participant)

Another Story, First Day

Jaehee: Greetings, MC.

Jaehee: What brings you here at this hour?

Choice 1: I couldn’t sleep!

Jaehee: Did something keep you up?

Jaehee: Oh…

Jaehee: Perhaps it’s because you’ve become our member.

Choice 2: I’m usually up at early morning.

Jaehee: Then perhaps we’ll get to see each other often.

Jaehee: I tend to log in a lot in early mornings.

Jaehee: Good to find someone like me ^^

Jaehee: In my case

Jaehee: MC, after you joined us, I was so engrossed in work.

Jaehee: I had no idea what time it was.

Jaehee: When I regained my senses, it was already this late…

Jaehee:

Choice 1: So this character called Jaehee Kang is set to work until late…

Jaehee:

Jaehee: Character?

Jaehee: I’m no character. I’m a person…

Jaehee: Anyways, I don’t work this late every day.

Choice 2: You mean you work until this hour?

Jaehee: Yes… sometimes this happens.

Jaehee: But luckily, this is not a daily routine.

Jaehee: Today I have a good reason why.

Jaehee: Though Luciel said that he’ll so some research about you,

Jaehee: I must do some research on my own as well, as Mr. Han requested.

Choice 1: You can ask me.

Jaehee: If it doesn’t bother you…

Jaehee: Can you tell me where you are at this moment?

Choice 1A: I’m inside your heart!

Jaehee: ...

Jaehee:

Jaehee: Now that is even more suspicious.

Choice 1B: I can see the polar star out the window!

Jaehee: But you can see the polar star anywhere on Earth…;;

Jaehee: I see. Presuming that you’re telling the truth, right now you’re at a place with a weather clear enough to see the stars.

Choice 2: You’re researching about me? I don’t like the sound of that… Can’t you just drop it?

Jaehee: It’s because we can’t locate your current whereabouts…

Jaehee: Or could you tell me right now where you are?

Choice 2A: I can’t tell you. I promised I wouldn’t tell.

Jaehee: …I figured you wouldn’t tell us…

Jaehee: But anyways, a promise…?

Jaehee: I’d like to ask you to whom you made your promise… But you won’t tell me, will you?

Choice 2B: I’m not sure where I am right now, either.

Jaehee: Luciel also couldn’t pinpoint the location where the access to the app took place…

Jaehee: Additionally

Jaehee: I would love to know how you got to install this messenger app.

Jaehee: Can you answer this question?

Choice 1: Someone installed it for me. Someone I know.

Jaehee: And who is this someone?

Choice 1A: That’s a secret

Jaehee: …I see.

Jaehee: I see that you have no intention of answering my questions.

Choice 1B: Somebody that created you?

Jaehee: …?

Jaehee: Somebody who created me? Are you talking about my parents? I don’t understand why you would bring them up now.

Jaehee: Both of them died when I was still young.

Choice 2: I got it from the store lol

Jaehee: …I should ask Luciel for a confirmation.

Jaehee: As far as I know, this app isn’t available for download at a store

Jaehee: and if that’s true, we should have more people accessing other than you, Luc…

Jaehee: How you installed this app, where you are right now…

Jaehee: I believe we’ll be able to welcome you more sincerely after all these questions are answered.

Jaehee: I’d like to ask you if you’re using any C&R card…

Jaehee: but then it’d be too obvious that I’ll check your personal information.

Choice 1: I know how desperate you are, but I don’t have much that I know. I don’t even have a card. (Jaehee)

Jaehee: I see…

Jaehee:

Jaehee: Thank you for understanding.

Choice 2: Buddy - can you make me a card?

Jaehee: Uh…

Jaehee: Um…

Jaehee: …I would have sent you the clerk if I knew where you are…

Jaehee: What a shame.

Jaehee: I’ll do anything that can help the sales of the C&R.

Choice 3: I’ll report you if you check my background info!

Jaehee: Oh, I wouldn’t check your background without your consent.

Jaehee: I won’t do a thing that can cause a legal issue.

Jaehee: I was asking you just in case…

Jaehee: My apologies if I offended you.

Jaehee: Allow me to ask one more.

Jaehee: Could you just tell me

Jaehee: how you managed to get in touch with Rika?

Choice 1: Please don’t suspect me, and let’s just be friends. T-T You’re asking me too much.

Jaehee: I wish I could, too…

Jaehee: But as you’d also know…

Jaehee: You haven’t managed to answer a single question provided to you.

Choice 2: I’ve met a guy of my type, but his name wasn’t Rika… So—

Jaehee:

Jaehee: A guy…?

Jaehee: …

Jaehee: Hmm… since you said it’s not Rika, I won’t ask for your personal life.

Jaehee: Anyhow

Choice 3: I’ve never seen her.

Jaehee: I see…

Jaehee: So you haven’t seen her but heard her name, and you also heard that you should carry on her role regarding the parties.

Jaehee: So if you haven’t met her before… I should keep in mind that there’s a possibility that a third-party relayed that information to you.

Jaehee: Anyways…

Jaehee: This is all just procedure to trust you.

Jaehee: so I hope you’re not offended, MC.

Jaehee: There will be a lot of things we must work together on to coordinate the parties…

Jaehee: Mr. Han is also curious about you, MC.

Jaehee: Very curious…

Choice 1: Then he could have called me lol

Jaehee: He didn’t because it’s late.

Jaehee: He might give you a call or two once the sun is up.

Choice 2: What does he want to know about me?

Jaehee: He wants to know what I just asked you

Jaehee: he also wants to know if you like cats, what’s your favorite type of wine…

Jaehee: all that typical questions about a new face.

Jaehee: In Mr. Han’s case, he wouldn’t ask you directly but get to know you little by little without showing any sign he’s getting to know you.

Jaehee: He’s the type of man who draws out maximum info through minimum question to analyze them most logically.

Choice 1: I want to know more about the RFA. I hope you can teach me a lot.

Jaehee: Oh, of course.

Jaehee: I feel like we haven’t properly introduced ourselves. We gave you nothing but questions.

Jaehee: If you’re fine with me, I’ll tell you anything you want anytime.

Jaehee:

Choice 2: Then I’ll analyze Mr. Han too! Lolol

Jaehee: I can imagine what kind of face he’ll make if he reads this.

Jaehee: If you want to know about him…

Jaehee: I recommend searching on the web or magazines.

Jaehee: RFA members have starkly different opinions regarding him.

Jaehee: If there’s anything you’d like to know about us, feel free to ask.

Jaehee: Either through the messenger or over the phone.

Jaehee: I’ll answer your questions as long as they don’t cause any trouble.

Choice 1: Okay.

Jaehee: Very well.

Choice 2: I’ll work hard too. So please don’t be so wary of me…!

Jaehee: …We should work together on that part.

Jaehee: I will also try to be as less wary as possible.

Choice 3: I knew it. This game is a treasure box of secrets.

Jaehee: Game…?

Jaehee: …Don’t tell me you’re thinking holding parties as a game;;

Jaehee: To be honest… I feel more complicated now that we’ve talked.

Jaehee: I’m even more bothered by the thought that you don’t look like a bad person.

Jaehee: But I believe I’ll feel more comfortable once we get to know more about you, MC.

Jaehee: I pray that day would come as soon as possible.

Jaehee: Well then…

Jaehee: I will get going… for the morning.

Jaehee: Speaking of which… when do you plan on going to bed?

Choice 1: I’m going to stay up some more!

Jaehee: I see.

Jaehee: But if you sleep too late, it is definitely not healthy.

Jaehee: I recommend going to sleep more early. 

Choice 2: I’m about to head to bed. Good night!

Jaehee: Thank you. Good night to you too.

Jaehee: I’ll see you again tomorrow.

Jaehee: Now then, I wish you a good night.

[aimasup]

The ol ball n' chain! See, you can't spell 'partners' without 'pet' -Bill Cipher probably

[chloesimaginationthings]

What FNAF crimes are Abby and Gregory scheming,,

[yanderespamton78]

Edit since a lot of people seem confused - your "real" name is the name that you want to be referred to in real life. It doesn't have to be your legal name. So if you're trans and you have a different name to whats on your birth certificate, even if not many people call you by the name, it still counts as your real name.

Edit 2 : Holy shit guys please stop reblogging this post my poor inbox im getting like 20 notifs an hour asjfhkajshdkh /lh /srs

[emotinalsupportturtle]

neil gaiman and RTD are absolute legends for being the showrunners of 2 mainstream shows funded by large production companies in the year 2023, and proceeding to make the most queer positive episodes ever seen by man

meanwhile david tennant is just vibrating with joy because he gets more opportunities to wear his one-thousand-and-twenty-four pride pins

[the-woman-upstairs]

Really fucked up that, when they’re young, Patrick and Art are SO tactile with each other, so comfortable sharing the same space. Art lets Patrick touch him and move him and physically overwhelm him and easily acquiesces to it, if not outright enjoys it.

Then in the present, they’ve been so far out of each other’s orbit for so long, held such animosity that when they have their moment alone in the sauna, Art physically recoils from Patrick’s close proximity! It’s so painful to watch because even as Patrick’s goading him, it’s so obvious he wants to be able to get back into Art’s space. But Art has erected all these walls around himself, he refuses to give Patrick an inch or even admit to missing how close they used to be!

AND THEN we see Art and Tashi later and he wants her to hold him, to be gentle with him, and just TOUCH him. Like, he does miss that kind of close physical contact! He either doesn’t know how to ask for it or is uncomfortable being that openly vulnerable. Worth noting that he pretty much always defers to Tashi in regard to initiating physical intimacy (with their first kiss, though he does state his desire, SHE has to be the one to make the first move). And it seems pretty obvious that Tashi herself isn’t comfortable providing that intimacy, whereas Patrick actively seeks to provide it (the hug/forehead kiss after their win together in the early years, dragging the stool closer to him).

Art has tried very hard to act like he doesn’t need physical affection and even though his discipline and devotion to Tashi has made him a stronger tennis player, it’s made him a hollow person, which, in turn, has kept him from becoming a GREAT tennis player.

All of this, of course, is why the ending hits so damn hard.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Swapping tips on how to be a bestie in the bath.

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

Gotta start their training early

Og pic below cut v

[sandersontheside]

My hot take is that if Roman were to "duck out" the way Virgil did in Accepting Anxiety, the result would be something akin to clinical depression. Roman has always been more than Thomas's creativity, he's also Thomas's drive, his passion, his desire. The motivation and ability to make art, or work, or even build relationships. All of that is wrapped up in Roman.

Sure, there are other motivating factors as we've seen in the videos on the topic. Logan motivates with the knowledge that work puts food on the table, Virgil motivates through fear. But Roman is the only one who motivates through love and joy, through hopes and dreams. Because while Patton is driven by emotion, he's more impulsive, more driven by what will make Thomas feel good in the moment, as opposed to Roman who while fanciful and emotional, is ultimately driven by plans and goals for the future.

Therefore, without Roman, Thomas would have no drive. No passion. No desire to make or do anything beyond base necessities for staying alive. No ability to see past immediate survival or imagine a possible happier future. No hopes and dreams. No spark. I don't even think Virgil's strongest panic could override a complete lack of passion for anything. Thomas would feel anxious and awful, but he still wouldn't be able to do anything.

And that's basically what clinical depression is. It's not just being sad--it's being exhausted, and numb, and unable to get out of bed in the morning because you just don't care about anything anymore. It's not finding joy in the things you used to love the most. It's feeling paralyzed because there are so many things you should be doing or you want to do, but you simply can't. Depression is, at its core, a lack of passion, joy, and drive.

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Another Common Calls List

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[womenstruation]

It always angers me when people say that men would not put in so much effort to enact their violence on women and children because they do exactly that.

I was only seven when I learnt about just how hard men try to deceive the world so they can have free reign over young girls. I went on a Brownie trip to an orphanage back when I lived in Nigeria. The orphanage was just for girls which isn't uncommon, and it was massive, with its own school, shops, clinic etc. The girls had no reason to leave. It was set up by a pastor- a Nigerian who'd moved back from abroad.

I remember while we were there, one of the girls had just had a baby. She had seemed so old to me but looking back, she must have been around sixteen or seventeen. I remember my mum seemed suspicious when we were told the girl had run away and returned pregnant. She seemed even more so when we met the owner.

A year or two later, there was news on the radio. The man who had set up the orphanage had raped and impregnated several girls, selling their babies to prospective parents. I didn't even understand what rape meant back then but I remember my mum being devastated. Looking back, I think she might have felt guilty, perhaps she'd seen the signs: the girls not being allowed to leave the compound; teenage girls ending up pregnant. It seemed so obvious.

But no one questioned a man who used all of his money to build and set up a home for vulnerable girls, he was a pastor, educated, well-travelled. He could never have done something so cruel. But he did.

When I was writing this post, I tried to find any articles but I couldn't. They were just so many identical cases, man sets up orphanage, rapes and abuses children in the orphanage. Different cases, different years, one as recent as 2023. What I learnt back then and know for sure is that men would do anything, no matter how difficult or expensive, anything to have access to people they can abuse.

[ricky-mortis]

Hatchetfield @femslashfortnight Day 1: Make It Sapphic AU

[dragonpropaganda]

The Architecture of Rain World: Layers of History

A major theme in Rain World's world design that often goes overlooked is the theme of, as James Primate, the level designer, composer and writer calls it, "Layers of History." This is about how the places in the game feel lived-in, and as though they have been built over each other. Here's what he said on the matter as far back as 2014!

The best example of this is Subterranean, the final area of the base game and a climax of the theme. Subterranean is pretty cleanly slpit vertically, there's the modern subway built over the ancient ruins, which are themselves built over the primordial ruins of the depths. Piercing through these layers is Filtration System, a high tech intrusion that cuts through the ground and visibly drills through the ceiling of the depths.

Two Sprouts, Twelve Brackets, the friendly local ghost, tells the player of the "bones of forgotten civilisations, heaped like so many sticks," highlighting this theme of layering as one of the first impressions the player gets of Subterranean. Barely minutes later, the player enters the room SB_H02, where the modern train lines crumble away into a cavern filled with older ruins, which themselves are invaded by the head machines seen prior in outskirts and farm arrays, some of which appear to have been installed destructively into the ruins, some breaking through floors.

These layers flow into each other, highlighting each other's decrepit state.

The filtration system, most likely the latest "layer," is always set apart from the spaces around it. At its top, the train tunnels give way to a vast chasm, where filtration system stands as a tower over the trains, while at the bottom in depths, it penetrates the ceiling of the temple, a destructive presence. (it's also a parallel to the way the leg does something similar in memory crypts, subterranean is full of callbacks like that!)

Filtration system is an interesting kind of transition, in that it is much later and more advanced than both of the areas it cuts between. This is a really interesting choice from James! It would be more "natural" to transition smoothly from the caves of upper subterranean to the depths, but by putting filtration system in between, the two are clearly demarcated as separate. The difference in era becomes palpable, the player has truly found something different and strange.

Depths itself is, obviously, the oldest layer not only of subterranean but of the game itself. The architecture of Depths has little to do with the rest of the game around it, it's a clear sign of the forgotten civilisations that our friend Two Sprouts, Twelve Brackets showed us, there's not actually that much to say about it itself, it's mostly about how it interacts with the other layers of subterranean.

That said, Subterranean is far from the only case of the theme of layers of history. It's present as soon as the player starts the game!

The very first room of the game, SU_C04, is seemingly a cave. It is below the surface, the shapes of it are distinctly amorphous rather than geometric. (well. kind of, it doesn't do a very good job of hiding the tile grid with its 45 degree angles.)

But let's take a closer look, shall we?

See that ground? it's made of bricks. The entire cave area of outskirts is characterised by this, the "chaotic stone" masonry asset is mixed with brickwork, unlike the surface ruins which are mostly stone. This, seemingly, is an inversion of common sense! The caves are bricks and the buildings are stone. This is not, however, a strange and unique aspect but a recurring motif.

This occurs enough in the game for it to be clearly intentional, but why would materials such as bricks be used in otherwise natural looking terrain?

The answer lies in the "Layers of History" theme. This is in fact, something that happens in real life, and it's called a tell

To be specific, a tell is a kind of mound formed by settlements building over the ruins of previous iterations of themselves. Centuries of rubble and detritus form until a hill grows from the city. Cities such as Troy and Jericho are famous examples. The connections to the layers of history theme are pretty clear here, I think. Cities growing, then dying, then becoming the bedrock of the next city. The ground, then, is made of bricks, because the ground is the rubble of past buildings. The bones of forgotten civilisations, heaped like so many sticks!

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

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