lucabyte · 1 month ago
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#didnt mean to do this one in quote unquote colour but it wasnt legible without it so. heres a treat i suppose#isat#isat spoilers#in stars and time#in stars and time fanart#isat fanart#isat loop#isat bonnie#lucabyteart#coughs up a lung. anyway. ramble time as per usual. this is what i was warming up for btw in case it wasnt obvious#besides being another entry in the 'letting bonnie read loop for filth on accident' series. this is mostly self indulgent musings on#headcanons (and i will just use that word here.) ive previously rambled about in other tags and posts#namely: in the scenario that loop integrates into the party as a New Person for quite a while before The Truth Come Out. i feel they have#a decent chance at really scoring a slam dunk in becoming a guardian figure for bonnie? loop's demeanor is already colder and a tiny#bit more level-headed than siffrin's in the way they seem to discuss bonnie with them. namely pointing out that bonnie#never really hated them. it seems to be one thing they're genuinely at peace with? they've seen by now the truth that bonnie#was just scared and upset. and likely now knows that what bonnie wants is to be treated with grown-up respect within reason. plus loop#already scores bonus points with bonnie since they didnt 1. fuck up bad like sif did in act 5 and 2. saved sif in the party's eyes#... but then when it turns out that this clean-slate relationship with a stranger was siffrin being deceitful? must have been odd.#bonnie seems to really dislike being lied to. the question is whether they'd see it that way? would they feel betrayed there?#anyway. this is set after all those emotions are at least settled some. loop able to be more physically affectionate... and yet#still not letting themselves be quite as close as they'd like perhaps. perhaps...#anyway translucent pyjamas because i dont care if you're comforting a crying child you've GOT to SERVE!!!#and also i feel like the party probably wouldn't let loop stay completely naked for that long. especially not post-reveal anyway
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bardandbear · 1 month ago
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I have a couple of main problems with the removal of world state interactivity in DAV and the way it's being presented.
The big one for me is the missed opportunity for what is allegedly the game's central theme: regret. You're telling me that Hawke being left in the Fade isn't weighing on Varric's conscience? Or that Morrigan might regret accepting apotheosis because to protect her son she could no longer have a relationship with him? We don't even need to find out about the outcomes of those particular choices the regret should be there regardless.
The devs acting like they're doing people a favour by not 'invalidating worldstates' is so insulting. World states become invalidated by not acknowledging them where they should logically come up. Morrigan's motherhood was a major part of her character arc. The Well of Sorrows was presented as something that will take away that which you cherish most - not only does this threat never eventuate, there's no mention of what happens to the knowledge associated either, does an Inquisitor who drank just suddenly lose that overnight? Talk about invalidating choices.
It would be one thing if the game had been in Early Access and fans demanded Morrigan get added or something, but the devs chose to include these callback characters. They're coasting off prior good will for fan favourites while effectively having them act like entirely separate people to the ones people fell in love with. Commit to the bit: either do a proper reboot so we can make up our minds about a new cast of characters or actually have returning characters mean something.
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vigilskept · 1 month ago
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a lot of this has already been said probably but what keeps getting to me about the statements around the worldstate decisions is that aside from all the reasons it feels really shitty as a player coming from previous games, it erases the interconnectedness of thedas as a continent
putting together the choices from origins & inquisition, you can leave ferelden with a monarch who will leave behind no heir who at this point will be appearing less and less healthy each time he is seen in public. you can leave orlais with an emperor who has effectively gained this position by coup and garnered support on the promise of restoring orlesian glory through war (against ferelden AND nevarra. btw.)
but sure. let’s say that’s a peripheral conflict for the north. already stretching the limits of believability given how quickly tevinter slavers and antivan crows were able to react to the unrest during the blight but sure. let’s say they have bigger things to worry about rn.
let’s consider the divine election in trespasser then. any of the 3 divines can propel the chantry to the very brink of fracturing based on their approval. if they do manage to keep it united, then you can have a chantry under divine vivienne who empowers mages more than ever before under the chantry or divine leliana who has abolished circles entirely and opened the priesthood to elves, dwarves and vashoth/tal-vashoth. because of the timeskip this is now a state of affairs that has existed for a decade. there is no conceivable way that the social & political implications of this have not reached across thedas
there’s admitting you wrote yourself into a corner with the branching and need to do some retconning to stabilize the worldstates… and then there’s saying “that was all in the South. it doesn’t matter here.”
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scourgeblooms · 11 months ago
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commander ⇾ wayfinder
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annalyticall · 1 month ago
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Not gonna lie I'm really disappointed in the limited number of decisions that will carry over from inquisition
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lovely-v · 11 months ago
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Okay crazy that Doctor Who has now created an infinite David Tennant loophole where there can bring him back at any time for any reason 😭
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fungii · 9 months ago
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the fact that you've been like, the lone cabayomi prophet for OVER A DECADE is INSANE, thank you for bringing others into the light
KJDSKJFA I COULDN'T POSSIBLY BE THE ONLY ONE FOR ALL THAT TIME.....but likely the most annoying for sure
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cursedvibes · 11 months ago
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I hope Tengen breaks free and kills everyone, Kenjaku and Sukuna included
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minai28 · 1 year ago
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So I've been looking around a bit in the dragon prince tag and uh... I doubts it's a new theory but I haven't seen anything?
Calum the main character used dark magic twice.
One time in the latest season and it just so happend to be right before he unlocks primal magic.
Which also happens the first time. Calum used dark magic and had his 'first use fever dream' which is apperently a normal thing and then? He connected to the sky arcanum.
In S5 Callum used dark magic and formed the connection to the ocean within a day.
Aaravos the star touched Elf who almost definitely had a hand in the creation of dark magic, holds mastery over all 6 primal sources.
Coincidence? I think not!
At this point I'm convinced dark magic can open the door to connect with primal magic in some way shape or form.
I'm also thinking that Viren will probably survive or at least not stay dead. Honestly, I'd laugh if he unlocked a connection to primal magic only after his falling out with Aaravos.
He took the magic in the divorce...
(the chances of that happening are low but let me make my dumb joke)
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gmod · 19 days ago
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the tape cuts back to the same static - the objectthing lets out a disgruntled huff, she knew this was to be expected - Sarah knew all "weird lost media" was a bitch to find, and the final part to..this lost gameshow wouldn't be any different.
the suitcase kicked the player, watching as the vhs slid out - she would have to ask that anonymous guy shes been talking with on the forum if he happened to have "act 3" or whatever. her thoughts are cut off by someone shouting her name, a tall microphone objectthing leaning through her doorway - a electric guitar placed neatly on her back.
"Ey, Sarah-" Mikayla cheerly said, a warm smile on her face, "-do you still wanna come with me n' Sophia to the party O.J is hosting? I heard Libby n' T.T are comin' with!" The objectthing thought on it for a moment, before putting the vhs tape back into her. Fannuel would ADORE the news she would tell him - she knew that well. "Yea- I'm coming! Just got wrapped up with something.."
she turned off the tv, and ventured back into the outside world.
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kisskissbanggang · 1 year ago
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Jumpspace Renegade - ep. 14 ✨🚀
[3.3k words, 12min. read - Stray Kids Multi Fic, Scifi!au, Choose Your Own Adventure - Jisung x Fem. Reader, Chan x Fem. Reader - SFW/Smut in Other Chapters/✨A HINT of Spice✨ - Navigating Feelings, Platonic(?) Intimacy, ChangLix is Figuring it Out, Ruthless Scheming, Ominous Plot Hints, Forehead Smooches, Lingering Looks, Cold Showers, Loyalty Crisis, ONE Kiss, Delicious Banter and Flirting and Tension, Always Check the Tags]
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Chan really thought he had you pinned. Surely, an alliance with him meant you would have to knock it off with anything shady for the time being.
Too bad for him, he wasn’t aware that you didn’t exactly care. This was an easy choice.
Your alliance with Minho – at least in its conception – was purely out of convenience. Knowing what he was up to would help you plan for any eventuality. An alliance with Chan would afford you the same thing.
Of course, there was the whole issue of actually liking Minho, but what did that matter? The bounty wanted nothing to do with you physically ever since you took him up on his offer, anyway.
And it wasn’t like you deplored Chan. You just really, really weren’t a fan of him lately.
Still. Access to the captain was too valuable.
He continued to stare you down in the showers, cocky and sure of himself as ever.
“An alliance?” you casually repeated. “Sure. Okay.”
Maybe it was the way you so nonchalantly said it. Maybe it was that he wasn’t expecting you to say it at all.
Chan softened immediately, as if he had been tensing himself to receive your answer. You held out a hand for him to shake and he warily shook it.
“But you should know,” you casually added, “I don’t like to mix business with pleasure. If you ever come onto me again I’ll break your knees.”
Chan blinked at you, forgetting to let go of your hand while he processed this. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“I used up all the hot water, by the way,” you grinned, cheekily patting Chan’s bare shoulder. “Enjoy your cold shower, Captain.”
The relatively cool air of the ship blasted you and sent a shiver down your back when you exited the washroom, wondering where Jisung was. His cabin door across from the heads was wide open, exposing the lack of the pilot inside. You peeked into the galley and set your shower supplies down in the booth. The digital screen installed next to the kitchen showed who was standing watch when it wasn’t displaying ship or planet time. Soon enough, Jisung’s name scrolled across.
There was one thing on your mind following this new development with Chan.
Obviously, Minho would be elated to find out.
And it would be wise to sort out how to access him with no more keycard. But that meant you had to be sure no one could randomly listen in on you. 
You crept upstairs to the bridge. By this point, you could assume most everyone was asleep. The bridge was dim and quiet, but a faint light revealed the pilot, lounging in the secret bunk in the compartment under his console. He flipped through a comic, smoking a charge clip and not bothering to look up until you sat on the floor beside him.
You reached over and clicked off his clip, getting his attention. “You want me to stop hating you?”
Jisung paused now, curious.
“Disable the function to remotely activate the talk box in my cabin.”
The pilot looked at you then, shrugged, and crawled out of the compartment bunk. He closed the door on top of it and re-seated himself at his console, clicking and typing through some programming before a concerning beep seemed to warn him before he shut it off.
“Done,” Jisung clapped his hands together. “What’re you doing tonight? Want to hang out?”
It was your turn to blink in confusion. “It was that simple? You don’t even want to know why?”
“No,” answered Jisung. “I’d just enjoy knowing you don’t hate me. So are we hanging out or what?”
“Uh, no?” you laughed. “I said I wouldn’t hate you. I didn’t say anything about not being mad at you.”
Jisung deflated, slouching in his chair at his console. “Fair enough,” he pouted, scrunching both eyes closed. 
Wait. 
Both?
“Hey, something's different,” you smirked. “What happened to your eyepatch?”
The pilot’s eyes widened, first in confusion and then in realization. He pointed at the light bruise on his cheekbone. “Apparently, all I needed to speed up my heal time was a swift punch in the face. My dude had an insane right hook.”
“Looks like it,” you chuckled sympathetically, but this back-and-forth gave you pause. It’d been nice having a steady friend on board. Jisung offered you a small smile and you broke down immediately. “Fine,” you sighed. “You want me to stop being mad at you?”
“Uh, yeah?” laughed Jisung, almost playful. “This sucks. I hate making you mad.”
“Then first:” you began. Jisung looked on intently. “Never steal my shit again. You could’ve been a grown-up and asked–”
“But what if you said no?!” Jisung whined.
“Then that would’ve been my right, asshole! So first: never steal my shit again. Second: actually pitch the setup at Sentury Station to me. Properly. With details. We barely had any time on Phaborus.”
The pilot sat up at attention right away. “Like right now?”
You sighed hard, but it was tough not to be a little smitten. “No, dummy, not right now,” you said with a shake of your head. “Actually think about it and plan it out, and then come to me in private.”
Jisung grinned in determination, new goals in mind. “You got it. You’re gonna be so not mad at me.”
“Looking forward to it,” you teased. You stroked Jisung’s fringe out of his eyes as a parting gesture, and you could feel the mutual longing you both had for a buddy tonight. Still, you had to follow through. You were still mad, and Jisung had his new conditions to meet. You turned to leave the bridge, thankful that Jisung seemed content with this development, when Chan ran into you in the stairwell, fresh from his cold shower.
Maybe this was why you were feeling a little exhausted. You’d barely had time to relax. There was always something to take up your attention.
“Up to anything fun while I was away?” he asked, unamused.
You brazenly pinched the captain’s cheek. “I was reading Jisung a bedtime story.”
Chan gently, yet sternly, gripped onto your wrist before you could pull it back. The hold his cybernetic hand had on you was steadfast. “Is that all you were doing?”
The smallest, most effective move you could think of to make Chan release you without causing a scene was an admittedly ridiculous one. You stepped forward into his space in the stairwell, your chest against his, your best doe eyes gazing into his stoic glare until he gave up and stepped back, breaking his concentration. “We’re partners now, Captain,” you reminded him. “You said that now you’ll know I have your back. No matter what. And no matter who I spend time with.”
Chan was steaming when you winked goodbye and trotted the rest of the way down the stairs.
You made one more detour to the kitchen, grabbing something to drink for the night. The tea you opened was refreshing, helping you finally catch a second of calm, when you heard a creak across the galley. The door to Changbin’s cabin was open, warm light spilling onto the floor, and there was the mechanic himself, thinking he was being sneaky when he didn’t see you lurking in the dark kitchen. 
Changbin jumped when he flipped the lights on, but his startle quickly faded. He pulled you into a hug and kissed your forehead. “Hey, I haven’t seen you all afternoon,” he fretted. “How are you?”
“I’m fine, dude, really,” you reassured him, despite feeling dead on your feet. 
“You sure?” worried Changbin. “You’ve had a crazy day. You saved Felix, for Christ's sake.”
Your primary impulse was to argue this. All you did was get Felix back to the ship. Minho was the one that saved him.
“Nova?” came Felix’s voice from inside Changbin’s cabin. He immediately started shooing you in Felix’s direction.
“Are you sure? He should be resting,” you nagged the mechanic.
“Go,” insisted Changbin. “He’s rested all day, and he’s been worried about you ever since you left to go fetch Hyunjin.”
You were about to ask what Changbin would be doing while you visited, but your question was already half-answered when you turned to see him digging through the cooler. For a second, you wondered if the two had ever properly eaten all afternoon or evening. You peeked into Changbin’s cabin, grinning wide when you caught sight of Felix. The blonde had regained his color, now sitting up in bed and bundled in one of Changbin’s hoodies. He dropped the book he was reading and immediately outstretched his arms to you.
“Come here,” he happily demanded.
Your resolve was shot immediately, unable to resist giving the man a hug after an insane day. You sat yourself on the edge of the bed and embraced him as gently as he would let you. He also kissed your forehead, affectionately cradling your face for a second.
“I’m going to thank you for saving me,” he explained. “And I know you’re going to give me some shit about Minho doing everything, because that’s exactly what Minho told me. So I’m going to thank you, because you’re the one who got me out of there and back on the ship.”
“Fine, fine,” you humbly relented, before you openly changed the subject with a sweeping wave. “So… Changbin’s cabin, huh?”
“I dunno, dude,” Felix sighed, still retaining a hint of a grin but sighing nonetheless. “Perspective changes when more important things come up. But it was fucking tense in here for the first hour or so, like, until he finally spilled.”
“So you know more?” you asked, trying not to sound too hungry for further developments. Finding out Changbin was married was huge, even for you, and you hadn’t known the crew long.
“Yeah,” Felix nodded. “I know more. Go look at the computer. He pulled more stuff up for me. The stuff I saw was just the most recent.”
You looked in the direction of Felix’s point to Changbin’s computer on his desk. There were messages upon messages pulled up. Felix continued while you browsed through them.
“It’s tough, Nova,” he exhaled. “She hates him. She practically despises him. She’s convinced he’s sleeping with every marine he meets, and she can’t stand that he’s had boyfriends before marrying her.”
“So she’s crazy,” you determined. 
Felix dazedly nodded. “Kind of hard to get a divorce if it means you have to be in the vicinity of a lunatic.”
“How do you feel about it, dude?”
The weapons specialist was about to draw his knees up when the wound in his waist hurt too much. He defeatedly melted back into the bed. “According to Bin, they got married right after he was drafted. Money was tight, resources were scarce, she had a good job, and he’d have reliable income. It was more to take care of each other than anything.”
“Do you believe him?”
Felix thought about this, messing with the sleeves of Changbin’s hoodie. “Yeah,” he finally decided.
“But it still hurts,” you clarified. 
“That he kept it a secret?” Felix asked. “Of course. Just takes time.”
The two of you relaxed in silence for a moment, digesting this. “How was Jeongin’s dinner?” Felix asked you, interrupting the quiet.
“It was good,” you assured him with a nod. “There’s leftovers if you want.”
“No,” Felix emphatically refused. “Whatever painkillers Minho gave me obliterated my appetite. It also made me ridiculously tired.”
“Then you should get more sleep,” you prodded, grabbing the blankets and tucking Felix in. This time, you kissed his forehead. Felix bid you goodnight and you did the same, quietly letting yourself out and back into the galley.
Changbin was right there, unsurprisingly. He grappled you into another thankful hug before relinquishing you, and you could hear him badgering Felix to drink some warm tea while you got your head back into your plans for the night.
You had one final idea for the night. With your magic keycard being snatched back by Chan, and the hatches to Minho’s room being sealed, you’d have to come up with a new idea on how to access him, especially if an emergency arose. You first dropped your shower supplies into your cabin and opened the closet, tapping softly on the back of the compartment. With Jisung disabling your talk box, you were no longer worried that someone could listen in on you. When you received no answer, you figured Minho must be sleeping.
Nevertheless. 
The best time to be trying to get this done would be nighttime, with everyone asleep.
You tried to look casual strolling out into the workshop when you spied Jeongin in the loft. He noticed you, too, setting his book down and waving at you.
“What’re you reading?” you coolly asked, sidling up to the workbench and swiping a laser cutter.
Jeongin nonchalantly pointed at the earpiece he was wearing, signaling that he was actually on a call while enjoying his book, and gestured at the proton slicer beside you instead. You blew him a kiss and tucked the tool into your waistband before heading back to your cabin.
Once again, the service access was arid when you crept inside. You held the flashlight from your nightstand aloft and examined Chan’s welding work. Thankfully, this didn’t appear to be metal joining the hatch to the frame, but it was some sort of compound that was tough as nails. When you charged and clicked on the proton slicer, the beam didn’t do anything to the weld. You rolled your eyes. Would the hatch in Minho’s closet be equally impenetrable? 
You crawled out of the service hatch and into the opening at the top of your closet, trying to move fast when you dropped your flashlight with a clatter. Quiet would be crucial here, since you were right under Chan’s cabin. You scrambled to pick up the plastic flashlight, almost jumping out of your skin when the beam landed on Chan, waiting for you in the access passage.
“Telling more bedtime stories?” he teased.
Five different excuses almost spewed out of you at once when Chan held up a hand to silence you. He simply pointed up.
“My cabin. Now.”
He watched you climb up, keeping a wary eye on you to make sure you wouldn’t run, before climbing up after you. From this vantage point, you could tell that the hatch opened into his own closet floor. You observed his desk-turned-workbench, covered in tools haphazardly grouped into some semblance of organization. A small set of paints were closed beside a couple of ship models he was working on, while a solder pen sat next to some spare panels for his limbs. There was a monitor mounted to the wall blasting an old movie, while a computer played a livestream on his bureau. 
Chan clicked off the strong work light hanging over his desk. “It’s amazing, how easy you are.”
“Excuse me?” you sputtered.
“I give you a juicy offer and I immediately catch you being friendly with Jisung and about to break into the bounty’s cabin?”
“What does Jisung have to do with this?!” you laughed snidely. “The cabin, I can understand that looks suspicious. But just talking to Jisung?!”
Chan seemed more than a little caught by your interrogating. He stood quiet, waiting for your next move.
“Besides,”  you huffed, “I thought you’re supposed to trust me now. How do you know I’m not trying to get more details out of Minho? Maybe I’m trying to get more info about what’s going down in Victory Meridian.”
And now Chan looked like his interest was piqued. You silently cursed yourself for mentioning Daedalus.
“Victory Meridian?” he smirked. “No one believes my gut feeling that we’re walking into something.” 
“Then maybe you should let me try and gain some leeway here,” you argued. Chan leaned back against his desk, and you sat yourself on the edge of his bed.
The captain folded his arms, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I like you, Miss Nova,” he sighed. “But you’re always up to something. Why can’t you tell me before you do shit?”
You leaned back, aloof and resting your palms on the bedspread. “You like me?” you cutely cocked your head. “I heard that. Jisung told me you like me a lot.”
Chan scoffed where he was leaning against his desk across from you. “What is this, school? Like I have a little girl-next-door crush on you?”
“You sure like to bully me like we’re in school,” you shot back. 
Chan held your glare. “If you’re talking about my unconventional approach to getting your loyalty, I think I have plenty of reasons to stay the course. If I keep being hard on you, you’ll either slip or you’ll be a perfect crewmate. Maybe even first mate material.”
“I thought Jisung was your first mate,” you challenged.
“No,” Chan shook his head. “It’s just convenient for us both to refer to him as such. He's the pilot, I'm the captain, and that’s it.”
“Maybe,” you posited, “if you keep being so hard on me, I’ll want nothing to do with you, let alone be your first mate. Maybe, if you keep being so hard on me, it’ll make me want to mess with you in return.”
Chan raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You’ll mess with me? What’ll you do, sabotage me? Play a little prank on me?”
The captain almost flinched when you stood up from his bed and took a few short strides to where he leaned against his work station. “Maybe,” you growled, “I’ll only stay in Minho’s good graces by fucking him.”
“So it’s been more than once?” Chan demanded to know.
“Way more than once,” you lied.
Chan looked like he could break something.
Hilarious.
It didn’t matter that the truth was far more boring; it only mattered that Chan was fuming at the thought that you’d already managed to sleep with Minho multiple times since coming on board.
“What’s the matter?” you pouted. “Upset your alliance didn’t come with a little punch card to come in my bed?”
With the way you had him back up against his desk, you heard a small creak from how Chan gripped the surface with his enhanced hand. 
“So I was right,” he smirked, trying to keep up and remain cool. “You are easy.”
You bit down the first snarky remark that came to mind in lieu of something more calculated. “And I was right,” you grinned back. “You’re jealous that Minho has me on call and you don’t.”
Chan’s kiss was immediate and brief, in equal parts due to how he backed off and how you instantly reacted by slapping him. His hands were on you as fast as they were off you, now limply holding onto the hem of your shirt. You had to admit, you sort of liked this about Chan, the fact that this was so complicated. It’s what you liked about Minho, too, unlike how you loved the ease of spending time with Jisung or Seungmin.
“Stay with me tonight,” Chan suddenly, quietly pleaded. You let yourself be drawn closer until your forehead rested against his. “No funny business; you can sneak out in the morning. I just like being around you.”
Your mind raced, your head reeled, the air in your lungs turned to stone from Chan’s proposal. Yeah, you liked the ornery captain of the Ambler, but you also liked other people.
Like Seungmin.
Who, as you’d realized, had no recollection that Chan himself had outed you for sleeping with him, Jisung, and Minho. If you cared, you had a clean slate. That wasn’t even to say that you could be preventing Jisung or Minho from becoming jealous, too.
If it even went there. Who said that you’d fuck Chan if you stayed with him? This could be your chance to ease the tension that was obviously between you, maybe actually become friends.
Or maybe take out some tension on him.
Chan’s lips on yours, his fleeting hands on your waist and in your hair, it was as exhilarating as it was relieving.
There were far too many ideas of what you could do here, but you needed to think fast.
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cube-cumb3r · 11 months ago
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one thing i do like is if they gave 14 a super megasad bittersweet ending youd have to have 15 still dealing with that baggage at the start of his run. instead having 14 chill on earth and wrap all of everything up in a little bow and process everything so it doesnt have to hang over 15s run like no matter how this bigen stuff works they do say in the episode 15 is only chill bc 14 got to chill out. clean slate
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pensivespacepirate · 2 years ago
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memories, or the loss of it // Wolf 359, ep 41: Memoria // Malevolent, Coda // Wolf 359, ep 61: Brave New World // Malevolent, part 21: The Unconquerable // The Mechanisms, Ulysses Dies At Dawn: Riddle of the Sphinx // Wolf 359, ep 61: Brave New World
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unnecessarilygrandiose · 7 months ago
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OMFG DID THAT REALLY HAPPEN THAT IS SO FUCKING FUNNY
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aro-laurance-zvahl · 2 years ago
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I was hopeful for Gerard and Elody until this scene in episode 15 oh my god watching this unfold is what hell feels like. I feel physically unable to watch this scene.
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eternalgirlscout · 1 year ago
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the implication that jenny is one of the characters from color in your cheeks... i'm frothing at the mouth
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