#e: truth seekers

[nyxofdemons]

IT'S THE WAY THEIR INTERNAL WORLDS BLEED TOGETHER. the way blitz still looks up at him, still in front of him and bathed in light, but the way they're on equal ground this time; there's no pedestal. the golden chains forcing blitz away from stolas vs them dragging blitz to him in truth seekers. stolas on his knees looking up at blitz (the moon) vs blitz on his knees watching stolas. the way that stolas has the freedom to fly after the moon vs blitz being chained down and unable to reach for him. the golden feathers. insane

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

My Color – The Song of Living

Having completed Lucky Cyan’s arc, it makes a lot of sense that hers is the first to end well, for the most part. “My Color” is at the heart of that.

I had wondered why the green lights appeared when Luo played the guitar here in episode 9. Did the Dean get a special guitar? Isn’t the green light connected to Cyan’s power? Why does it only appear sometimes when the guitar is being played?

Then I realized that the lights only appear for “My Color”, specifically.

Similarly to Lin Ling being shoved into the liar’s role as Nice’s replacement, or Yang Cheng being held up as a younger, cooler E-Soul, Cyan is forced to perform a role through the expectations of others – that of a faceless, holy maiden there to fulfill the wishes of others, less person than symbol.

But why does Cyan succeed in saving herself and Luo?

The answer lies heavily in the origin of Cyan’s luck.

We’ve been primed up to this point to see Trust in a darker lens, as something that changes and warps those heroes in the public eye – the more belief the masses have, the more the hero is forced to become the image they are meant to embody. Lin Ling has to struggle to break out of Nice’s suffocating persona. Yang Cheng awakens his abilities due to one child that quickly is overwhelmed by all the expectations and stressors placed on him.

But Cyan is different. Her luck is not the result of a marketing campaign, nor was it a result of a warped ideal of her built up in others’ minds.

The orphanage director treats Cyan’s luck almost like a burden of responsibility – since she has powers that can do good, she is obligated to do good (he is projecting, clearly). This gets twisted after her escape when he places the blame on her for the area’s ongoing bad luck. The truth was obscured from her, guilting her into believing that her good luck is a result of others’ misfortune – that the people on the plane died because she survived. In this sense, the director tries to make it so that somehow, Cyan has to “atone” for her fortune. She has to give back for the crime of… being alive? Wanting to live? Is that really so selfish of her?

The question of Cyan’s arc really is: does this girl have to become a savior to be worthy of her having been saved?

Of course not. And even though Cyan does become a hero, it’s important to note that she does so of her own volition for one very important reason. Cyan isn’t necessarily a justice-seeker. She’s not the unwavering conviction of Queen, or the inspirational hopeful that Lin Ling is, nor does she possess Yang Cheng’s fury at injustice.

Cyan is a truth-seeker, first and foremost. She wants to live honestly, and so she reclaims both the stage and her gift for herself. She is driven to act by the desire to remove distortion and clear up misconception. And the truth was that her luck was not what killed anyone. Her luck was the result of a joint wish, quite possibly the purest expression of Trust we’ve seen so far in this series.

The Trust these total strangers placed in Cyan was void of expectation, or a particular image or duty they wanted her to fulfill. The Trust was selfless. They just saw a little girl and jointly decided that if they couldn’t make it out, that she, at least, would survive, maybe pass along some messages, and carry their memories of their loved ones with her.

Whenever Cyan sings, she sings of protection and love. That wish spreads to others, bolstering the goodness in their own lives. When it’s not overcome by expectation, when Cyan is singing with true honesty and genuine love for life, her luck is at its most benevolent.

"She hasn't even gotten a chance to see the world yet."

The only expectation the plane crash victims ever had for Cyan is that she lived. They chose this sacrifice; her luck was not what killed them. She was not saved with the expectation she would be extraordinary. Just keep living on, and carry on the message to those we left behind - that those who died live on through her.

“My Color” was a lullaby that became a wish for a child to live.

That it’s Luo’s parents who started it all is pivotal. Luo, from the beginning, has been Cyan’s number one defender and best friend: honest, shameless, and invested in her personhood as opposed to her image. Unknowingly, he carried on the selfless actions his parents took, and carried their song with him.

When Luo sings “My Color”, he’s under the impression that he’s the one who wrote that song. Cyan recognizes it but cannot place where she’s heard it before. The song remains, but the truth of it, and the sentiment behind it, is hidden from them both.

It isn’t until Cyan manages to play the recording that the truth of the song is revealed. Every note, every word spoken, and its sentiment – it’s a declaration of parental love and protection.

This child must live.

"You're blessed with luck. I'll give you all my love. Even when I'm gone, you're in my arms, defending you at any cost, I swear."

"Let me pass my color to your heart. My story stays in you. Someday, I hope you'll feel it too."

Cyan hears her parents and the voices of all those people who assured her life’s safety, finally receiving explicit confirmation that the best way for her to honour them is simply to live her life fully.

Luo hears his parents’ voices for the first time in years; hears them singing the song he'd forgotten but carried with him all along, and comes back to himself. They weren’t hapless victims of luck. They, along with everyone on that plane, made a choice - just as he did.

He wasn’t waiting for Cyan to come back for him. His sacrifice was not conditional. His aim was to get her out and he did. He listens to her concert over the radio with a smile. With Fear no longer tainting him and clouding his mind to the truth, Luo remembers why he chose to live his life in the way he did, and he is reminded that he is loved, and needs to live too.

And that is why Luo survives. He is allowed, just like Cyan, to live, because that is what that wish, that song, and that Trust was always intended for.

That sentiment lived on, even if neither of them initially remembered the truth – when Cyan was alone, Luo was there for her. When Luo succumbed to Fear, Cyan was there for him in turn – in some way, she kind of did end up “paying back” the luck the initial singers gave her by saving their son.

The wishes of the people on the plane will live on in Cyan, no matter how she chooses to live her life. The spark of kindness that started with his parents likewise lives on in Luo.

And now, from that moment onwards, whenever either of them sing that song, they will see these lights – two orphan kids saved by the manifestation of the warmth of their parents' love, and the love of total strangers, that urges them to live on, and live truly.

"Good night, Cyan. Good night, Luo."

[allwaswell16]

A One Direction fic rec of long fics at least 50k in length as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other recs here

- Louis / Harry -

⊹ All That I Could Never Lose by Chelsea Frew / @chelsea-frew

(E, 145k, canon divergence) One Direction takes on "The X-Factor" with a twist: Harry Styles was born blind.

⊹ Own the Scars by @crinkle-eyed-boo​

(E, 144k, addiction au) After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth.

⊹ Undone, Undress by @angelichl

(E, 134k, PTSD) Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers.

⊹ The Dead of July by whimsicule

(M, 117k, Avengers au) Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

⊹ And What If I Were You by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 109k, famous/not famous) For Louis, will losing his sight give him the clarity to realise what is right in front of him? For Harry, will losing the love of his life give him the strength to finally open his heart?

⊹ a cycle of recycled revenge by brokenbeaks / @broken-beaks

(E, 103k, historical) In the heat of summer, wreathed by pastures, rolling knolls, and thatched-roof cottages, Louis takes on a new job: caretaking for a recently blinded man named Harry. As it begins, what seems like a simple task turns into a quest that costs him every last bit of his pride and tolerance.

⊹ Consequences by @allwaswell16

(E, 78k, amnesia) Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

⊹ You (series) by bravestyles / @bravestylesao3

(NR, 76k, cancer) Harry has cancer, and Louis can't breathe.

⊹ Thrill Seekers by SunnAfternoon

(E, 74k, comatose Louis) The one where Louis is in a coma but really he’s in a pirate adventure.

⊹ Tastes like Gold by Ravenmyre / @ventracere

(T, 73k, blind Louis)  lot of musicians dream about making it big and Harry is no exception. He has all the pieces to build a rocket ship to the music industry, but he’s missing the key. The songwriter. Ft. overbearing mangers, stunts, and a grumpy Louis Tomlinson.

⊹ Down to our bare feet by frenchkiss

(E, 71k, paralyzed Louis) The story of an ordinary couple living through extraordinary circumstances, featuring wheelchairs, home renovations, intensive rehab, fighting, laughter, tears, ring shopping, and above all, two boys determined to love each other no matter what.

⊹ What if I'm someone you won't talk about? by louloubaby92 / @louloubabys1992

(M, 58k, sick Louis) Harry and Louis were childhood sweethearts who lost touch when Harry shot to fame and became part of the biggest rock band in the world. They never really broke up and seeing Louis again makes Harry want to dredge up the past but what happens when Harry realizes that his first flame never died?��

⊹ i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) by thedeathchamber / @louehvolution​

(E, 55k, angst) Harry thinks he has good reasons for avoiding relationships. Meeting Louis puts those reasons to the test.

⊹ From This Moment On by therogueskimo / @bravetemptation

(NR, 52k, PTSD) Louis Tomlinson needs a tour photographer, and he thinks he's found the one in the mysterious H on Instagram. Harry Styles swore he'd never do tour photography again - that is, until he did.

⊹  No One Does It Better by nodibs

(E, 50k, amnesia au) Harry's an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn't the first time they've met.

⊹ Don´t let the world by Truhe3

(E, 50k, uni) Harry has epilepsy, Louis feels a little lost, all the boys share a flat, take care of Harry when his condition is getting worse, Larry happens and also a lot of OT5 friendship stuff. And a small Liam side story.

- Rare Pairs -

⊹ Saving Harry by alliecat23784

(E, 126k, Niall/Harry) Niall is blind, has been all his life. However this isn't a story where Niall gets bullied and beaten up. Just the opposite. Niall isn't a victim and doesn't have time for anyone who thinks of him as one. He's loud, funny, a bit sassy and sometimes obnoxious. 

⊹ Everything Comes Back to You by JamieJam93

(T, 98k, Zayn/Liam) Of course, just when the two are rekindling their friendship during their last year of secondary school-and Zayn finally feels like he's at a place in his life where he can potentially move on and fall in love with someone else-Liam gets sick again, and everything about the past comes knocking into Zayn like a ton of bricks.

[obsidian-pages777]

Pick a Card:Reading for Healing Family Issues: Messages from Chiron

Top Left(Pile 1), Top Right (Pile 2), Bottom Left(Pile 3), Bottom Right(Pile 4)

Chiron, known as the "wounded healer," is an asteroid in astrology symbolizing deep, often hidden wounds and the potential for profound healing. It represents the areas in our lives where we experience pain and suffering but also where we can achieve the greatest personal growth and healing. Through understanding and embracing our wounds, Chiron guides us to become compassionate healers for ourselves and others.

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Pile 1: The Seeker of Wisdom

The Empress

Message: Nurturing and healing energy is at the core of resolving your family issues. Embrace the maternal and nurturing aspects within you or seek out the support of a maternal figure. This card suggests that healing will come through compassion, understanding, and unconditional love. Focus on creating a harmonious environment and reconnecting with the natural cycles of life.

The Ten of Pentacles

Message: This card signifies legacy, tradition, and family stability. It indicates that healing will come through recognizing and honoring family traditions and values. Understand that your family is a source of strength and that by working together, you can overcome any challenges. There is potential for a strong, unified family bond that can provide lasting support.

The Star

Message: The Star brings hope and inspiration. This card indicates that healing is possible and that you should remain optimistic. Trust in the process of healing and believe that the universe supports you in this journey. Renewal and a sense of peace are on the horizon, bringing clarity and purpose to your family dynamics.

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Pile 2: The Guardian of Legacy

The Tower

Message: The Tower signifies sudden change and upheaval. This card suggests that healing family issues may require breaking down old structures and confronting difficult truths. It may be a turbulent process, but it is necessary for growth and transformation. Embrace this change as an opportunity to rebuild stronger, more authentic relationships.

The Six of Cups

Message: This card represents nostalgia, childhood memories, and reconnecting with the past. Healing may involve revisiting childhood experiences and addressing unresolved issues from the past. It’s important to approach these memories with a compassionate and forgiving heart. Healing your inner child can lead to deeper family healing.

The Hermit

Message: The Hermit suggests introspection and seeking inner wisdom. Healing family issues may require a period of solitude and reflection. Take time to understand your own feelings and behaviors within the family context. Seek guidance from within and trust that your inner light will lead you to the answers and healing you seek.

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Pile 3: The Bridge Builder

The Lovers

Message: The Lovers card emphasizes the importance of harmony, choices, and relationships. Healing family issues requires open communication and a commitment to understanding each other. Focus on building strong, loving relationships based on mutual respect and trust. Choices made from the heart will lead to positive outcomes.

The Eight of Pentacles

Message: This card signifies hard work and dedication. Healing family issues will require effort and a willingness to work on the relationships. Be patient and persistent in your efforts to improve family dynamics. Skill and attention to detail in how you approach these issues will lead to steady progress.

Temperance

Message: Temperance is about balance, moderation, and healing. This card suggests that finding a middle ground and creating a balanced approach to family issues is essential. Practice patience, moderation, and diplomacy in all your interactions. Healing will come through blending different perspectives and creating harmony.

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Pile 4: The Healer’s Path

The Moon

Message: The Moon card represents illusions, fears, and the subconscious. Healing family issues may involve confronting hidden fears and subconscious patterns that influence family dynamics. Trust your intuition and explore the deeper emotional currents within your family. Acknowledging and addressing these hidden aspects will bring clarity and healing.

The Ace of Cups

Message: The Ace of Cups signifies new emotional beginnings and overflowing love. This card suggests that healing will come through embracing new emotional experiences and opening your heart to love and forgiveness. Allow the healing energy of love to flow freely and cleanse past wounds.

Justice

Message: Justice represents fairness, balance, and truth. Healing family issues requires a commitment to honesty and fairness. Seek to resolve conflicts with integrity and ensure that all voices are heard and respected. Restoring balance and fairness within the family will lead to lasting harmony and healing.

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[junostellaris]

Numerology on Hermit's Tattoo

87433 8+7+4+3+3 = 25 2+5 = 7

A Life Path Number 7 is all about introspection, wisdom, and spiritual growth. If you have a 7 Life Path, you’re likely deeply analytical, curious, and drawn to uncovering life’s mysteries. If you have the Life Path 7 is often called "the seeker" for a reason. You're here to explore, question, and uncover hidden truths. Just don’t forget to enjoy the journey and connect with others along the way. 🌿✨ A Hermit is someone who chooses solitude, either for spiritual, intellectual, or personal reasons. Think of them as the ultimate introvert, but not just someone who avoids people—they seek wisdom, enlightenment, and inner peace away from distractions.

Common Themes Between 7 & The Hermit

🔹 Seeking deeper meaning – Both are on a lifelong quest for knowledge and understanding. 🔹 Solitude is sacred – Alone time isn’t loneliness; it’s fuel for the soul. 🔹 Wisdom over materialism – Success isn’t measured by money, but by insight and enlightenment. 🔹 Spiritual evolution – Both are drawn to the mysteries of life, whether through philosophy, religion, or personal experiences. 🔹 Guiding others (even if reluctantly) – The Hermit holds a lantern, lighting the way for others. Life Path 7s often become reluctant mentors, helping people without even trying.

Life Path 7 and The Hermit together make the ultimate seeker of truth. Xavier's path isn’t about fitting in—it’s about understanding life’s deeper mysteries and illuminating the way for others (even if just by being himself).

L I G H T S E E K E R

[cozzzynook]

TFA Hurt/comfort

It was almost hard to believe something this small was created by him. Perceptor softly smiled as he ran one careful over his sparkling's cheek, watching how they began to smile and nuzzle closer with a coo. It was adorable yet only worry clouded his spark as his gaze landed on those large golden fins. They are seeker like, too 'seeker' like. Would his sparkling even pass as a speedster? Or was e doomed to fail?

"Percy?" Ratchet quietly spoke, peaking his head through the small gap in the door. "May I come in?"

"Of course" Perceptor gave a sheepish smile, trying his best to hide his fear.

The medic hummed as he checked over the sparkling in Perceptor's arms. Once satisfied with how the bitty was doing he turned to check over the new carrier. "He's got a strong spark despite being a few weeks early. Must have been one hell of a surprise"

Perceptor lightly scoffed rolling his optics. "A surprise indeed. I wish he waited until I was out of the meeting before going into emergence" He then smiled fondly before placing a little nuzzle. "Yet, I'm glad he's finally here"

Ratchet then turned his helm to the side pulling up a cart. His optics would soften as he gave a slight grumble before returning his attention back to the carrier and sparkling. "What would you like to say to the others? His coding clearly says he's half seeker..."

The scientist felt a chill run down his spinal strut as his processor filled itself with everything that could go wrong. If the current Magnus discovered the truth, Perceptor was sure he'll never see his sparkling again. "If its possible to hide that coding on his medical records, just tell them his half speedster and that his sire fell in battle"

Though Ratchet didn't like lying on medical records, he knew it was the sparklings safety. He had no doubt that Zeta Magnus wouldn't have any trouble of ripping away a sparkling from their carrier, if thought they were half war-frame or a traitor. Curse this war and everything in it! "Alright, I'll see what I can do"

"Thank you Ratchet" Perceptor smiled as he watched the medic take his leave. Once he was sure they were alone, he turned his gaze back down at his sparkling. With a gentle smile he placed one last nuzzle before letting out a whisper. "I'd promise my little Hot Rod. Carrier will keep you safe, I promise"

I love this honestly

[odinsblog]

Joe Biden suddenly pardoning so many people and giving them commutations at the very last minute kinda makes you wonder: if he didn’t pardon his son Hunter, would he have even bothered with these other recent pardons? Please don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic for the people who are getting second chances from mass incarceration (let’s not talk about who had a big hand in making mass incarceration a thing), but when and where you plant your flag matters. Why so many people now? Why not earlier, or throughout his presidency? Yes, I know that it is normal for presidents to issue pardons at the tail end of their terms, but this number just screams of a convenient distraction for pardoning Hunter (yeah, yeah, I know that Trump is exponentially worse and will pardon J6 traitors, but he was gonna do that anyway, no matter what Biden did).

Sorry if you’re a liberal sycophant, but EYE am not here to blow sunshine up Biden’s ass. We must hold truth to power. Biden was as disastrous for social justice and democracy as Bill Clinton was, and in fact, history will show that Biden governed as a somewhat “moderate” conservative Republican, similar to Bill Clinton.

And that’s without even getting into how Biden, who valued following norms above achieving justice, ignored all norms and international human rights laws to support Israel’s genocide of Palestinians. That’s without even getting into how Biden changed immigration laws for the worse, and required asylum seekers to wait in Mexico until our immigration system gets around to them—sometimes years or decades later. That’s without getting into Covid and how Biden blocking the Wellstone Act and siding with Gilead Sciences helped make life-saving medicines unaffordable. That’s without even getting into how Biden sued to continue using Trump’s immigration laws that were harder on Haitian refugees (see Title 42).

“Better than being in a car accident” is a shit metric for nominating our political leaders.

This is not rocket science. Democrats competing with Republicans for white conservative votes, while both parties shit on leftists and progressives, is stupid. Republican voters are n-e-v-e-r going to pick a Republican-lite candidate over an actual Republican!

If you disagree, then think about how, under his leadership, Democrats lost all three branches of government to openly racist politicians, many of whom are sexual predators and abusers. Why does the Democratic Party even want the votes of people who lionize racists and rapists?? The very best thing that the DNC could do would be to exorcize all traces of Clintonism and Bidenism, and stop trying to “triangulate” with conservatives.

Biden’s presidency was disastrous—better than Trump, but still disastrous—and where he really decided to use his power the most was even more disastrous.

[mika-chaos-bean]

OK SO YOU WNAYED ASKS SO HERE YOU GO

talk to me all you want about any hyperfiction whether it’s tunic, invader zim, or any other cool fandom you’re in

also have a dumbass drawing i did of bive (it looks like shit tbh 💔💔)

the drawing looks really cool! i think you're an awesome artist ngl

so before i go into TUNIC lore, i wanna share a few funny sonic memes i found :>

and i will gladly ramble to you about my take on the TUNIC lore, but im putting it under the cut cuz m a j o r s p o i l e r s.

i'll be going off of what ive found and what ive deciphered in the instruction booklet! keep in mind its very heavy and stuff, but i really wanna rant to someone about this.

so basically what i think happened is that there was a civilisation of foxes who lived in the canonical plane (the video game world). they discovered the far shore (the spirit world) and travelled into the unknown. from there, they discovered the mysterious power of the "holy cross" (WHICH IS ACTUALLY THE D-PAD ON A CONTROLLER LOL) and the ziggurat under the ground. the first Heir (whom I headcanon to be the Librarian) found monoliths that had some sorta power in them (visions of the future and whatever), and the goop that seemed to be flooding the ziggurat and is said to burn holes in time and reality. the goop was harmless, but being near it made the foxes feel hopeless and fragile, until one hit from an enemy would destroy them, but if it was used the correct way, it could keep the foxes alive. making them immortal. the goop also was really good at powering machinery, so the foxes used it around their world, having it power the endless fire burning in the "save spots" of the game. They were blinded by their own greed for power and immortality.

the first Heir eventually opened one of the moneliths and found out the truth. Twisted creatures, looking around as if they didn't know what was going on, were in there. The first Heir decided that he would be the only one to know about this, and hadn't said a word to the other foxes. the foxes continued to use the goop to further make themselves immortal, they had no worries, nothing. blissful ignorance. or as the instruction manual says, "they were granted the grace of oblivion".

finally, it hit a breaking point. the eyes of the far shore (the cloudy ghosty gem-eye squidwards, or as everyone else calls them "the disquiet beings") raided the canonical plane and rampaged the land. the foxes' tampering with the goop, and the visions of the future, it fueled the disquiet ones' power and they eventually destroyed everyone. as the instruction booklet says, "the lever overworked! the fulcrum shattered! a hole in truth will thunder open and all manner of disquiet contradictions will gnaw apart the canonical plane. the thread is snagged into a squirming coil, with no beginning and no end". time loop.

the foxes' greed made them forget all about their world being a game, who they are, who they were, everything. oblivious.

the survivors of the "age of disquiet" trapped the first Heir in the Shadow Oubliette, as punishment for keeping the truth from them, and to stop the fabric of time from breaking entirely.

years later, a Ruin Seeker comes to the island, searching for treasure and glory. eventually they found the first Heir, trapped in the barrier. after freeing the Heir, they battled. the first Heir was then killed by the Ruin Seeker, and the Ruin Seeker was then trapped in the barrier themselves. the Ruin Seeker became the next Heir. for many many years, until finally, a new Ruin Seeker, one with a kinder soul, found the new Heir.

the new Ruin Seeker, lets call him Toby, searched the land for the three keys to the barrier, freeing fairies and getting pages of a lost book along the way. finally, they freed the Heir, and they battled again. the heir didnt want toby being trapped in the barrier like they were, so they fought hard, and they struck down toby. that wasnt what they wanted. not at all.

toby comes back to the canonical plane as a ghost, meeting other ghost foxes and uncovering more secrets, eventually finding the last pages of the book and got his physical body back. now thats what i call defying death, eh? eh? no one got that okay. toby knew what he had to do. show the book to the heir, and make them remember who they were. that would stop the time loop and the disquiet beings from raiding the world again.

toby got to the heir again, and just as they were about to battle, toby gives the heir the book. the heir reads the book, remembering everything again. soon, they get their physical body back, and they venture back to the canonical plane, and yeah everythings good now and whatever.

or is it?

in short, have this video. itll explain the lore better than i did.

sorry for the rambling lol

[drarryspecificrecsdaily]

2024.03.18 ~ (≧◡≦) ♡

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. the game's the game by @hogwartsfirebolt [M, 3k]

►Draco might be — definitely is — the world’s sorest loser, but he’s also the world’s biggest slut for Quidditch excellence, and he has it right here, holding him against his hotel room door.

2. In the Middle of the Night by @shewhomustnotbenamed [E, 25k]

►Harry Potter had been straight for twenty-five years without complaint or reason to doubt his sexuality. After a conversation with his roommate Draco Malfoy, however, he begins to realize that there is a whole other world out there that he has yet to explore.

3. Soulmates by Zunblo [G, 5k]

►Harry Potter and gang are 7th year, Draco and Blaise don't go to Hogwarts and the Triwizard tournament comes up. What will happen if neither Harry nor Draco are in the tournament?

4. Tarry, Tarry, Wait For Me by @toomuchplor [E, 8k]

►Underneath it all, the truth is that Harry isn't actually being selfless or altruistic in any of this.

5. this is where i want to be by dracosfirstwife [?, 1k]

►when privet drive is too much, harry goes to malfoy manor.

6. The Three S's of Playing Quidditch with Your Ex-Nemesis: Sun, Sweat, and Skin by @lucifergraced [E, 4k]

►Back at Hogwarts for Eighth Year, Draco and Harry pass their free time with copious amounts of seeker's games, forging an easy understanding built upon competition and complaints. Then, on a particularly hot day, Harry takes off his shirt, and Draco's mind goes haywire. [...]

[33446699]

So Yoongi apologized for the third time today . I knew that he will probably but seeing and reading that weverse letter I realised a lot of things . I am so happy that he knows Army's are with him and he saw the projects. To every single person who was acting morally superior and was doing performative activism and pretending to act about the imaginary loss of human lives that could have been with that e-scooter . Shame on you and your whole act of being empathetic and sympathy towards humans because yes because I didn't see the same people on different platforms calling out other DUIs or other cases in general which endangered other human lives which happened after suga case and I didn't see the same people saying a single word about them . I guess humans lives are only precious when it comes to Yoongi and BTS . You only wanted to spew your poisonous nonsense only for BTS and army's .It burns their heart that army's stood by him when they wanted BTS to disband and him to be made an example for everyone. I waited so long to say this because I wanted everyone to see this too .From Tumblr to twitter I remember and have the receipts of these attention seekers (just like other army's )who played a part in the witch hunt . Who never apologized, acknowledged that they were not acting out of good faith in this matters but I know talking accountability is difficult and impossible when you don't have the guts to do it and have always talked shit about other people so the fear of same happening to you is difficult and painful to imagine I understand and I am not talking about antis here but about every person who spoke on this matter in a manner that was ridiculous, hateful, full of imaginative scenarios,bitter and I saw you, people saw you and God saw you too . But this incident made me army I was just a casual listener of BTS with more fan of Jungkook music until this happened and when I saw that how is BTS and Yoongi are being witch hunted by kmedia ,by kpoppies ,by causal listeners of BTS ,haters etc . I became an ARMY . I want and I pray BTS to rise and be so successful as a band and as individual members so much that everyone who wants their downfall burns . Everytime they hear about them . Everytime they hear about their success and Everytime they hear about their happiness .

May God never fulfill your wishes antis 😏 just like he didn't until now and he won't 🙏🏻❤️. Justice prevails,truth prevails and BTS came back . Welcome home BTS

Yoongi and BTS I want you to know you are so loved and I want you to know that to the people who are imp for your career you matters. Fuck kmedia , kpoppies and every single person who shits on BTS behind the act of caring about humans lives cause YOU all were ABSENT and don't tell me you didn't know about other events when you needed to speak for people and especially the different scandals in K-pop but you CHOOSE to stay silent cause it's not giving you the attention,cause it's not giving you the feeling of morally superior over others ,cause it's not fanwars ,cause it won't give you the same engagement as when it comes to BTS ,cause it won't give you the same happiness you feel talking bitter towards ARMYs.

May God make BTS so successful that they won't ever need these people. And for you kmedia . HOW it feels to talk BTS ,to talk about the same Yoongi you wanted out ,may karma hit you back and I know it stings I know . May your pain increases and you have to speak BTS with respect,nicely and with facts. I KNOW IT STINGS .

[glazedsnail]

no clue if I promoted this one here so. Here it is.

I wrote what happened after Fern and Shane's flower dance, they hint at it in the epilogue.

After the Flower Dance

Ao3 link ↑

It's full of fluff, and smut.

Smluff.

E rating, Shane x OC Fern. Very self indulgent. I wrote it on my phone while I was bedbound so uh...be nice.

Look at those two idiots done by @lonely--seeker UGH

Tumblr version under the cut ♥

I didn't want any of this to end, ever. My forehead on his, his smile reaching my heart through the tears as his words fell into my ears. 'I love you.' They repeated in my brain. 'I love you.' With the sweetest whisper. 'I love you.'

I softly laughed, tears fell on my cheeks, my hand on his smiling face. All I wanted was to kiss him again, bury myself in his embrace and never leave him. The hardest months were behind us, and even if we still had a lot to talk about, he said those words. 'I love you.'

But we forgot where we were. And suddenly a wave of people grabbed us, surrounded us, quite frankly startling us half to death.

I remember Marnie grabbing us both in her arms, sobbing. Jas pulling on my dress. Emily snatching me by the arm pulling me away from the one I never wanted to leave again.

Shane received the same treatment from Sam.

When they were all done questioning us, we eventually managed to sneak out. It wasn't fair on Marnie, or Harvey, who had planned the whole thing and probably wanted to spend some time with me after these months. I'd apologize later. All I could think about in that moment was that I was reunited with Shane, we shared a dance, and he told me he loved me.

I missed him so…

He took my hand, as the excitement was slowly dying down, and took me out of the clearing. I squeezed his hand with so much strength, to make sure it was real, in my own fingers, that I would never have to let go again.

"Didn't think we'd be such the event." I started, looking back at the clearing we just escaped, letting them enjoy the rest of their Flower Dance. We walked slowly, my hand playing with his arm around me, tightening his embrace, probably determined to never let me go. Every few steps, he would stop me and plant a kiss on my forehead, or my cheek, my arm, my hand, or in my neck, and would sometimes make me twirl with a laugh.

We're both very bad dancers.

"I've missed you so much." Shane whispered, as we stopped again, this time kissing the long scar on my wrist. "I…I still can't believe you're back." He added, pulling me to him as if to confirm it to himself.

"I'm here, Shane." I said, pushing a strand of wild hair away from his smiling face. "I'm not going anywhere."

The day was slowly getting darker, the sun setting beyond the sea we could watch from the cliff we had now reached. "I'm sorry I left without saying anything…" I tried to say. He deserved an explanation, and I gave him none.

I knew from Marnie how hurt he was, even if I myself had some ideas. I never would have come back if it wasn't for her incessant coming to the city, trying to speak to me. I'm not persuaded that's the truth. I spent days telling myself how this was for the better, for the sake of both of us, while loving him, hiding it from Marnie.

Marnie would repeat how she was wrong, how she'd been mistaken, and if I could give Shane a chance again.

But I was nothing but a disaster for his recovery. Her words.

"I didn't want to be a burden for you, you know, another damn piece of luggage you'd have to haul on top of everything else." I laughed.

"Mh, I remember someone saying they didn't get to pick and choose who they end up caring for…" Shane smirked. He ran his fingers through my hair. "And that no one could tell them they can't care."

"Using my own words is weak, Shane." I laughed again, cradling myself in his big palm. "I thought my self-help advice were crap anyway."

"Oh, they are!" He chuckled, bringing my face to his. "Doesn't mean I can't rehash them to you."

I looked up at his glimmering eyes, the setting sun creating fires in his deep green pupils. All this seemed so long ago. Well. Almost a year… This date was a complete disaster. "I'm sorry, Shane." I softly said.

With the most tender touch, he pulled me to him, letting me rest in his arms. I squeezed him back, my face deep in his chest.

I truly missed him. From the second he left me. From the second I asked him to leave me, when my tired eyes closed on his worried face turning away.

"You'll never be a burden to me, to anyone." Shane said in my ear, his arms still wrapped around me. "I shoulda never left you in Zuzu city I-"

I cut his nonsense. "Shane, what else could you have done?" I didn't want to think back on it, the hurt, the lies, the false compromises we made for the sake of…secrets? Not when I'm in his arms.

He sighed, his hands slowly running up and down my back. I closed my eyes and rested on his chest. His heart beating fast against my ear, his hands rediscovering my body under the white cotton. I missed this. His voice, his smile, his warmth…His hands against my skin.

I lifted my head to him, meeting his happy eyes, and grazed my lips against his. "I missed you." I whispered. I slowly trailed my fingers against his chin, raising my hand to his cheek to cup his face. "I missed you a lot." I whispered again. When he softly growled between his teeth, I knew he got what I meant. His hands on my back became greedier as his breathing quickened.

My hands caught his hair, pushing him against my neck to get my lips close to his ear. "Back in the city, in my tiny bedroom, I would miss you a lot." I heard his gulp, his hands stopped on my back. "I would remember our first night together, I would imagine your hands over my body. My hand an insult to what your hands gave me." His legs closed the distance against mine, and I could feel his hips slowly moving. My fingers on the nape of his neck, I softly let my nails graze his skin, feeling the hairs raising, his breathing getting heavier. "I only had the image of you in my head, the faint memory of your body against mine, and how you'd make me scream." I giggled. "I wouldn't scream, but end panting your name, craving you, missing you so." My lips against his ear, I reached for his lobe, pinching it between my teeth. "I'd repeat your name, again, and again. Craving your touch, your weight, begging my hand to give me the same release as you would."

Without a word or lifting his head from my neck, he slowly pushed me against a nearby tree, before pushing himself into me. "Do you remember that night, Shane?" I continued, my warm and damp breath on his crimson ear.

"I do." He replied, his low voice making me jump. "I'd remember it too, Fern, a lot…" He laughed. I joined him, probably thinking the same idiotic scene of either of us giving in to the call of our bodies craving the other perhaps at the same time, under the same bloody sky. "Alone, in my room, thinking about your body, your naked skin under my fingers" He sighed against my neck. "Those are good memories."

"We can make more, now." I only managed to gasp, Shane's lips taking the tender skin of my throat, his hands on my waist, my hips, making them move against his own. I grabbed his tie, loosening it up to reach for the skin under his shirt. I laughed, seeing the stain on his otherwise well ironed white shirt, helping him out of his blue costume vest.

His lips were warm, soft, exactly the way I remembered them, how they'll always be. I pulled him more into me, hooking my leg with his, making him press me against the tree. I didn't want any daylight between his body and mine.

As his lips descended on my throat, my breasts, I could feel his hand reaching for them under my dress. He groaned, and a rip made him jump backward. "Fuck, your dress."

I laughed and pulled him back. "It's fine, it's an old thing." It wasn't, but the thought of Shane being so aroused by the idea of taking me against a tree, feeling my skin against his hand, that he ripped the cotton just to reach my breast…

His apology didn't last long, as he quickly got my breast out of my bra to cover it with kisses. One hand on the back of my head, the other trailing down on my thigh, I let him consume me, my own hands lost in his hair. How could I forget the softness of his lips on my tender skin, the roughness of his hand on my ass, the impressive growth poking me between his legs.

"Should we go…to the farm…" I tried to say. Shane scoffed, his hand playing on my inner thigh. He grabbed my lips, pushing my head against the tree, kissing me with hunger, as he made me understand that there was no way he could wait until then. Not even the ranch. He had to have me now. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him right this second.

His fingers slowly raised my dress, gathering the cotton fabric in his hand, grazing my shaking thigh.

"Are you teasing me?" I asked panting miserably, his hand approaching but never staying.

He laughed. "I'm just savoring the moment" he said hoarsely, his plump kissed lips smiling at me. "I missed you. I tried to think, to imagine you coming back to me."

"Did it look like this?"

"Never as close." His fingers caressed my cheek. "No matter how hard I'd try, I could never get your perfume right, the taste of your lips, the warmth of your body…" I shivered, his hand climbed my thigh, his fingers now playing with my underwear. "And the taste of you whole." He growled, shiver covering my skin. "Fuck, Fern I need to have you".

Shane fell on his knees, quickly reaching my thighs with his lips, making me gasp. "Shane!" I could only grab his head through my dress, unable to stop him. Not that I would have wanted to.

I felt him peel my underwear from me, and his warm quick breath on my swollen lips. He kissed me whole, gently introducing his tongue, slowly becoming more ravenous.

I stood there, against the tree, one of my breast out of the tear Shane created. Him kneeling in front of me, his upper half hidden by my innocent white dress from where his wet groans were reaching my ears. My thighs shaking, my gasps getting louder and louder as he grabbed my leg to rest it on his shoulder, his tongue making love to me with such knowledge.

I tried to choke my screams with my hand, the other digging into the bark of the tree. Shane's hands on my hips slowly moving against his face. "Shane I…" I couldn't even get the words out, he knew by my moans, the sound of my voice, and kept the pace until I exploded on him, strengthening his grasp on my hips as I shake, scream, beg.

I was afraid I would fall, my legs shaking. But he quickly stood up, helping me stand by holding my waist. "You taste so good…" He said, shining lips and bright eyes. I begged for his mouth, asking for a kiss without uttering a word, recovering my breath from what he gave me. "I missed those sweet little screams of yours" He smirked, punctuating his words with kisses on my parted lips trying to catch my breath.y

"I love you" I could only reply. Ashamed at my legs shaking, I giggled, covering my face of my hand.

"Don't hide" Shane replied. "I love you…and the flush in your cheeks after you orgasm." He teased with a smile. "I thought I'd never get to see it again." He added, scanning my face with his deep green eyes, drinking me all in, as if I was about to disappear again.

"I never want to leave you." I whispered, punctuating with a kiss. "I need you." I pulled him to me, feeling his erection against my overstimulated pussy. "I need you" I repeated in a whisper, my hands sliding down to his belt to finally free him. I found his warmth, gently stroking it, letting Shane groans in my mouth, his own hands cupping my face. The graze of his rough fingers on my jaw, pushing me into his lips, his tongue slowly playing with mine, tilting at the rhythm of my hand rubbing his girth.

How could I forget the fire Shane ignites in me, how powerful the lone touch of his skin, the feeling of his lips, my hands in his hair, the raspy sound of his voice. How did I ever think I could live without him.

"I want to make love to you all night" he growled between clenched teeth as he grabbed my legs to let me wrap them around his waist. "But fuck I want you so much I'll… I just lose it at your touch."

I felt myself quiver, laughing, he's an idiot. He's my idiot. "We have our whole life for that, my love" I gasped, his girth slowly coming into me with a slight twitch.

"W-what did you say?" He stuttered in a half breath, his dazzled eyes on my flushed face, overwhelmed by lust and love. "Fu…what did you call me?" His grasp on my ass tightened, his fingers digging in my plump flesh.

"My love…" I purred.

"Oh Yoba…." Tentative thrusts as he trembled, immobile against my wetness, his eyes half closed into mines. "Say it again…"

I giggled "my love…Please, fuck me, my love."

I could have sworn I heard him conceal a whimper as he pushed his cock deep inside me. "Oh fuck…" Shane's voice disappeared in my neck, and I felt him take slow deep breaths as he settled in my pussy, his hands bruising my thighs. "I missed your tight little cunt…" He groaned against the skin of my throat.

He raised his head back to me, his hips frozen against mine, to look into my eyes. "I love having you inside me." I whispered. "I missed your cock so much…". I added, clenching around him, seeing his eyes close rapidly, swearing under his breath.

He slowly withdrew himself, eyes still on me. "You feel so fuckin good Fern" His stubble grazed my lips before I met his in a slow kiss, shy, even, as if we were tasting each other for the first time, as if he was not inside of me at this very moment.

I lifted my head against the tree, receiving Shane's length entirely, my hands pulling his hair, the burn in my stomach growing louder. His head on my side, damp with sweat, covering my ear with his growing sighs, his voice making me clench at every word. "You're taking me so well… You're making me feel so good…"

He started biting my neck, his grunts, groans, becoming deeper, louder, as my own squeals turned to screams, the tension in me ready to snap.

He trembled, sweat beading on his forehead, his teeth digging into his lower lip, working his hardest between my legs, turning me into a slave of his every movement. Just like our first night, just like the first time we merged our bodies together to make me see stars, to give me the most sumptuous and shameless release as only he's ever managed to do. "Fern…Fern baby you feel amazing around my cock."

I felt the burst, the ever expanding fire blowing inside me, my nails digging on Shane's back as he made me explode on him, increasing the wet sound of his thrusts inside me, making me howl shamelessly against that tree. "That's it baby…such a good girl for me…"

And I'm in his arms again, I can take his lips in mine, kiss his skin, grab his hand, feel him inside me.

"Sh…Shane…" I ridiculously gasped, twitching, pulling on his shirt, shaking, swaying against his hips still jolting inside me, my release now dripping from my raised legs. "Shane, my love, cum for me, cum for me please…"

Was he awaiting permission, or were my words enough, as his growl turned to this deep moan, concealing again a whimper against the skin of my neck, shaking inside me. His warmth sputtering in my depths, his hand pulling at the bark behind me.

Tears fell on my cheeks. Receiving Shane's love, raw, knowing I will receive him for the rest of my life.

We softly fell on the grass, both finding our breath, unable to keep apart from each others lips.

I nestled into him, finding the sweaty groove of his neck I once fell asleep in.

"Are you…are you crying?" Shane asked, his big palm on my wet cheek.

"I…I'm happy Shane…" I replied, sobs choking my voice. Insanely happy. Deliriously so.

We're both disasters. We could have missed each other in so many ways. But I know in myself we could never have made the other worse. That misery loving company was just a baseless cry. Shane made me better. Shane made me happy.

"I'm happy too." He whispered, cradling me in his arms, rocking me against himself, as we let the moon cover our reunion, hopefully sole witness of our love.

[nyxofdemons]

also we've gotten the color parallels between "just look my way" and "truth seekers" with the gold and red, but why is no one talking about the chain/string parallels. blitz seeing his relationship to stolas as a gilded chain that he willingly lets himself be trapped by, vs stolas seeing his relationship to blitz as a soulmate string that he willingly lets tear so blitz can be free

[shwoo]

Okay here's my headcanons of which Bugsnax characters actually know the Journalist's name. I'm also headcanoning that Lizbert mentioned their name when she told the others she wanted to invite them, and that they tend not to give their name unless prompted. They're a journalist, is that not enough?! (They may also have some personal identity issues)

REMEMBERED THEIR NAME

Lizbert: Knows their name and maybe also their address.

Beffica: Knew their name because she's read all their articles. Pretended not to know at first as part of her facade of detachment, which is why she said "You're that journalist!" when first meeting them.

Clumby: Presumably knows them as something more specific than "obsessed monster hunter who made me have to work late."

Chandlo: Remembered because he is definitely the kind of friendly and outgoing person who can remember anyone's name after hearing it once.

Wiggle: Makes a point of remembering journalist's names. Tends to unconsciously assume that any media person is there mostly for her, so she wants to make a good impression.

Snorpy: Remembered in order to look into them and figure out if they were the heroic truth-seeker kind of journalist or the villainous sensationalist kind. Liked what he found, but still suspected they were a Grumpinati impersonator when first meeting them.

Floofty: Remembers their name, but refuses to use it out of spite.

DID NOT REMEMBER THEIR NAME

Gramble: Forgot their name, and either asked them when they met, or asked Wiggle.

Triffany: Terrible with names, apologised and asked them for it when they met.

Cromdo: Told himself he'd remember their name in case they did show up and he had the chance to sell them something, then totally forgot. Asked them what it was when they met, and immediately did the "[diminutive], can I call you [diminutive]?" thing. The Journalist said "Sure," because they didn't really care.

Eggabell: Didn't pay much attention to what Lizbert said about them, since she didn't think they'd take the invitation. Despite having quite a bit of interaction with them and worrying about their health, didn't realise she didn't know what to call them until halfway through her "I just need Filbo and... Filbo's... buddy." line.

Shelda: Tried to remember their name so she could address them by it before they introduced themself, and impress them with her mystical knowledge, but got distracted by everything else that was happening and forgot. Got away with it for a while because of her tendency to refer to people with descriptions when overacting, but exposed herself when she said "Floofty, did you ask the journalist to throw acid at you?" The Journalist made fun of her for keeping up the charade for so long, so she reminded them that Floofty had asked them to throw acid at them, and they'd done it.

Wambus: Took a little while to realise that he couldn't get away with just calling them Stranger forever, and then was too stubborn to admit defeat and ask. The Journalist specifically suggested he use their name after his "I been calling you stranger, but you been around a while" chat, but he still refused to ask what it was, or admit that he didn't already know. Eventually heard Triffany refer to them by name, but she had to do it a few times before he decided that he knew it now.

Filbo: Forget immediately after being told, and also forgot to ask when they met. Didn't realise they probably had a name until after they'd interviewed him, and didn't want to ask out of awkwardness. Hoped they or one of the others would mention it, but coincidentally, nobody ever did, at least in an unambiguous way. Eventually asked them while they were heading back to the mainland, but continues to call them Buddy anyway.

Jamfoot: Clumby told him their name when she let him know that they were also going to Snaktooth Island, and he forgot their entire existence immediately. Was confused when Clumby mentioned them by name after they returned alive, even after she clarified that they were her ex-employee who went to Snaktooth Island.

[anonymous-dentist]

Can we all come to the agreement that Cellbit and Bagi "_duo" is so bad no one can remember it?

Let them have some cool name like the Blood hounds or code breakers.

Like Truth seekers, conspiracists- anything is better.

I call them the Mystery Twins, because they’re the Mystery Twins. But I personally really really like the Portuguese translation of the name, I’m just usually on tumblr desktop and I don’t have accent thingies on that keyboard. It’s like? Gemeos misteriosos? With a little hat above the first ‘e’, the one that’s looks like ^

[iamacultest]

I wanted to repost with all of the dialogue stuff together. Along with the fact I updated some of the voice lines.

Discussing Vasha

Jade: The most priceless of gems come from the harshest of environments. It is my job to pick the gems with potential, watch them grow and learn, and turn them into the best selves they can possibly be. sigh If only destiny had other plans.

Dr. Ratio: The Stelleron Hunters are known by the IPC as a group of ruthless terrorists acting solely for Destiny Slave. However, through my time spent with that gambler, I have come to deduce that such a statement is without a doubt false.

Boothill: That kid knows how to make an impression, I'll tell you that. As mad as they come! That oughta be why we get along.

Sam/Firefly: I will never forgive Kafka for teaching him how to play card games. Or Silver Wolf for introducing him to… What was it called? Oh yea! Those “gacha” games. sigh Every time he just keeps going and going and going, the price keeps going up, and it takes F O R E V E R to stop him. It stresses me out!

Kafka: We Stelleron hunters all have different wants. Yet despite our differences, destiny strangled us up together~. Forced to be slaves to our desires. In his case, the term “slave” just so happened to be a bit more literal at the time.

Blade: Our “blessings” are the worst curse one could ask for.

Silver Wolf: Kafka has her spirit whisper and assantion training. Blade has his curse and sword. Firefly had SAM. But when it comes to me and him? We’re a bit more… like the brains of the operations. The person behind the scenes that isnt Elio.

Black Swan: Gambling with destiny is truly a cocky move. Even more so when destiny casts you out of the table. Perhaps that's exactly what destiny wanted?

Sparkle: Turning down an invitation to the tavern? If it were anyone else, I would have been appalled, but turning down the invitation to join the Stelleron Hunters?! What fun!

Vasha discussing others:

The stonehearts: For the sake of the Amber Lord, Diamond broke apart his power and bestowed his authority as an emanator to 10 individuals. The holders of his divine authority were called the cornerstones. Wanna wager how I got mine?

Dr. Ratio: I always see people online comparing him to members of the genius society. It's hilarious really. They lose themselves in false statements and lies to entertain themselves. Betting on lies that hold no meaning. Only to lose the truth entirely. The thing that makes Veritas incomplete to Nous makes him perfect for the title of doctor.

Silver Wolf: Life is a game. Somebody has to win eventually~.

Blade: Kafka always says that his fights are fun to watch. Me? I hardly see the appeal. sigh alas everyone has hobbies I suppose…

Kafka: Just like the others, I too was recruited by her. The only difference is the fact she was never supposed to.

SAM: For a machine made for the destruction of the swarm. He is surprisingly good at roasting food. You’ll have to ask Firefly next time. I’m sure she’ll gladly make you some.

Firefly: Optimism, the true wild card in a game of life or death.

Elio: As long as the future Elio sees can come true. I’m willing to sit at the table.

Sparkle: The Fools never play to win — they're more like crazed thrill seekers. (regular voice line)

Boothill: sigh Look, I don't hate the guy. Hate is a rather strong word for someone you’ve only met twice. I mean, I’m not petty- He’s just loud and talks too much- and not in the endearing way like the Docter.

Sunday: Taking a shortcut or two isn't a big deal, but blatantly dipping your hands into someone else's pockets — that lacks finesse. (Regular voice line)

Robin: I don't see the appeal to her music, but Firefly seems to like it, and oddly enough, Blade likes it too. If it gets Blade to stop having those massive mood swings of his, then I’ll just have to sit with it wont I?

Joining a team with others:

SAM/Firefly: Oh? Dont you think this is a bit too easy?

Kafka: A woman who can't feel fear, versus a gambler who ignores the feeling of uncertainty. Who will win this bet?

Blade: Let me guess? “I need no shield for I will never break.” Yea right!

Silver Wolf: Wanna play a game? Your choice~.

Jade/Topaz: Dont worry. Your precious little stone is safe and sound~.

Dr.Ratio: Bet on me will you? I’ll make it worth your while.

Boothill: A poor man knows exactly what he wants. Why not have two poor men?

The trailblazer: That Stelleron of yours seems to be in good hands.

Others joining his team:

SAM/Firefly: Can we skip the “bets”?

Kafka: Just your luck~

Blade: That ecstasy can only last for so long. Make it count.

Silver Wolf: Dont get hit too hard. Using all your stamina before the big bad is a total waste.

Jade: Stealing a relic of the Amber Lord's body? A big gamble indeed…

Dr.Ratio: A walking, talking Peacock? The Genius Society ought to come with a spectacle.

Boothill: Well fork me! The Amber Lord outta be quivering in THERE grave.

Sparkle: The grand stage is set! Care to bless us with your luck?

[tarnishedbloodhound]

Jolan rare/unused dialogue

I was watching a mini-movie of all Jolan's dialogue recently - link here - and I was struck by a dialogue set right near the end of the video.

It plays during the fight with her in the cathedral following the Metyr boss fight. Some say the trigger is to not interact with her at all throughout Ymir's quest-line, although I am still to test that myself. Someday I will report back with a video of my own if it is the truth.

“You were warned. Not to betray the kindness of Count Ymir. "Appalling. Your lot never ceases to repulse me. "Such willingness to exploit true largess. "You would abscond with it. The whole of Count Ymir's wisdom? "You undeserving little miscreant. "Surrender. To the Night of Jolán.”

This post got a little long so the rest is underneath.

I do like how she says we were warned and yet to get this dialogue one has to completely ignore her. Girlie absolutely no-one warned us

So yes, Jolan is none too happy with the Tarnished PC at the conclusion of Ymir's questline. She isn't no matter what iteration she is in, but without talking to her once she is at her most vehement by the end.

What is interesting is what her dialogue says about the both of them.

Largess(e), as defined by the Oxford English Dictionary:

The willingness to spend freely; (the virtue of) generosity; liberality, munificence. Also: this virtue personified.

An act of generous giving; a gift of money, etc.; spec. a gratuity given at harvest time.

Liberal bestowal of gifts; money or other gifts freely bestowed, esp. by a person in a high position on some special occasion. Also (occasionally): lavish or prodigal giving.

She calls Ymir a most generous soul, and he is. Between the guiding maps, the Beloved Stardust talisman, means to ring the bells via the Hole-Laden necklace, teaching unique and rare spells for a most meager fee, and previously unknown and important teachings about the state of the world, Marika, the origins of the Fingers, and Miquella, Ymir truly has been of service to the Tarnished PC. And all he asks for in return is for us to ring some bells for him, hardly a difficult task for all he shares with us in exchange.

As for Jolan it turns out she really doesn't care for the Tarnished as a whole. She is swift to lump them/us all together into one category. Even those raised in a dark gaol it seems look down upon the graceless Tarnished. Small wonder she reacts as she does after we kill Metyr and push Ymir deeper into instability. The gall of this random Tarnished who gladly takes all Ymir offers them, wounds him somehow, and then, in her eyes, attempts to run off with everything as if nothing had happened and escape without punishment.

Perhaps in the act of talking to her in other runs of Ymir's questline, we soften her perception of the Tarnished enough for her to at least tolerate the PC enough to fight alongside them in summons and speak somewhat civilly. She is not nearly so vehement in her other battle dialogue, instead coming off stoic. She does not insult or belittle us, only stating that she will do as the Count wishes.

Of course, Jolan is rather correct about the Tarnished, individually and as a whole. How often do we seek out rare arms and armour and spells and only go on to use a fraction of them, dumping the rest into our storage box? How often do we complete an NPC's questline, not for the sake of helping them, but to access certain areas early or for the reward for ourselves that awaits at the end. RIP to all the NPCs we kill just for their armour sets alone....

It brings to mind the dialogue of Sir Vilhem from the Dark Souls 3 DLC Ashes of Ariandel:

"I've seen your kind, time and time again. "Every fleeing man must be caught. Every secret must be unearthed. "Such is the conceit of the self-proclaimed seeker of truth. "But in the end, you lack the stomach. "For the agony you'll bring upon yourself…"

She and Vilhelm might have gotten along rather well, in their own way. Both devoted utterly to their respective lord and lady. Both failing to protect them and falling before the Tarnished and the Ashen One.

We gladly take everything Ymir offers to us in our quest. How were we to know what would happen to Ymir with Metyr's death? Whether he truly snapped or was possessed by whatever remnant of Metyr was left after her boss fight matters little; he "wishes for our death" all the same and Jolan is all too eager to enact on the wish of her guiding star, and, in this case, work out her own grievances with the miscreant Tarnished in the process. What else is there to do but take all they have left with their subsequent deaths at our hands?