#game theory homework

[surreal-duck]

in the recent mood of actually thinking abt and messing w my ocs it once again reminded me that the mdyz sdv au i actually loosely based off of a different oc story i made during the peak of my stardew obsession circa 2021 in which a college student after getting murdered on a late night bus gets reincarnated into her favorite farming sim and starts pursuing her favorite shopkeeper lady thats not actually romanceable in the game as the developers never rly did anything with her except the offhand comments or hints at a troubled background (mafia heiress on the run and in hiding in a small town)

[thepandalion]

(this post about deltarune contains no spoilers)

anyways I'm thinking about that one post I saw years ago that said something to the tune of "having a special interest is actually still part of the disability, because I will get absorbed into it at the cost of my physical and mental health, and not getting absorbed in it enough is also bad for my physical and mental health" because I did actually wait 2 hours between when I should have had lunch and when I did have lunch because I was watching shayy play deltarune chapter 3 and it caused me to feel sick and also I'm still gonna do the exact same thing when I watch the chapter 4 playthrough when it uploads

[basil-the-bulbasaur]

If it seems like I'm not paying attention it's because I'm not. I did not choose to spend multiple hours a day thinking about the deadly fish in NieR Automata it just happened

[void-sand-cat]

Are remnant and souls 100% the same thing? As in, could remnant be something that is produced by the ghosts possessing the animatronics, and not the souls themselves? Ok, I'm making no sense. Let me explain.

So, remnant = soul metal, not gonna contest that, I'm more so saying remnant =/= souls. A common understanding I see is that if something has remnant, it's haunted. I don't think that is necessarily the case, I think that it's like... I have a venn diagram to explain.

I have reasoning, don't worry. First, I feel it explains a few details and makes the endings of 3 & 6 more satisfying with the rest of the story, but I'll get to that. Second, I do have some proof, although it is mostly just bending the evidence to my desire... yeah, this is very much not scientifically sound.

Anyway, the only real information I know of that relates directly to remnant is the scooper diagram

It is generally accepted that this means that heating remnant destroys it permanently, but all this says is it might destroy its effects. Meaning it loses its ability to animate things.

What this idea makes me wonder is if the reason William keeps coming back is that he doesn't want to move on? The scooper's note simply says that heat may destroy the effects of remnant, but if remnant and souls are separate things (and we have no reason to think they're the same), and haunted objects produce remnant (as all the animatronics having remnant seems to suggest), then why would high temperature make the ghosts move on? Have we ever been given reason to believe heat affects souls?

Maybe the real way to make a soul move on, is to help it find peace, then burn the remnant... like fnaf 3's good ending.

If we assume the good ending is canon (because unless it was retconned, why wouldn't it be?), then the missing kids - who aren't theorized to still be around at all in the recent games - would have moved on, and their remnant destroyed, fully ending their story. A satisfying end for them, minus Cassidy, who stuck around, maybe going with William to keep track of him?

That idea assumes that the missing kids aren't in Ennard/Molten Freddy/the Funtimes, though. Simply because I don't think they are. I think their remnant is, William may have extracted some of it before destroying the OG band, or if there are kids who went missing in '87, maybe they're haunting the Funtimes? I don't know, I'm fairly certain the Funtimes are in no way haunted by the '85 kids. It just makes no sense logistically. Either way, that remnant is destroyed in the fnaf 6 fire, the kids are out of the game from now on.

Cool? Cool. Fnaf 6 fire, the big finale... well not really.

It is possible that fire does make a spirit move on. Which sounds super contradictory, but hear me out. Maybe the fnaf 6 fire made the spirits move on because they told it would, but it wasn't hot enough to destroy the remnant. That... makes the most sense here, I think. It would explain why we see versions of these characters, but they don't seem aware. It's because they're simply a remnant of them.

It's possible certain characters didn't move on (Mike, he had both a thermometer and experience with this, could have realized it wasn't hot enough), but I think most did. (I am neutral on the glammike theory, btw. Simply pointing out these two theories are not contradictory, I am unaware of any modern theory that would contradict this one (Glitchtrap is remnant & AI with this theory btw, we know remnant can affect humans so...))

This was meant to just be a silly headcanon I came up with to smooth out some issues that have been bothering me, but I've been writing this for an hour, and I have fully convinced myself, oh no.

[arikihalloween]

I suddenly had a burst of motivation to do Keeper asks and I WILL RUN ON IT BECAUSE I HATE BEING ARTBLOCKED especially on Keeper my birdy 😭

Lately I feel more like rambling about stuff than actually draw I wish I could talk more about lore and character details and share everything but I also want to make pretty comics for the blog

[that-willowtree]

Currently me

[gigglystudent]

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[thingswhatareawesome]

just could not get that 12th star in pure fiction. have retried so many times, ended up playing until way fucking longer than i should have. and yet i see people clearing the whole thing with fucking 70s. partly this is what i get for not having prioritized traces on my buffing characters. also this i guess is what i get for not pulling every single uber ranked 5 star even though part of it is getting fucked over by rng (I SEE YOU STANDARD WARP AND GEPARD AND FX). but also i guess this is what i get for rng fucking me over on so many halfassed to lousy relics? i think that's what gets me--is that it's just never enough. never enough 5* never enough pulling the RIGHT ones, never enough traces done never enough truly good relics bc the game won't GIVE me them

and it's not that i'm ftp anymore, i'm doing that little monthly jades subscription and the occasional bp here and there. but it's just never ENOUGH.

[rinnstars]

sweet like bubblegum!

hcs of school romance with itoshi rin! (fluff, pt formed)

inspired after reading his novel last night TT + new jeans bubblegum!

CLASS TIME!

tbh wld be reading soccer related items (from novel) underneath his desk 😭

probably has copied your homework a few times (its ok bc hes cute)

but would be so obvious with not paying attention if you arent so the teacher doesnt focus on you

the type to help you do the textbook stand thing to hide if youre sleeping or playing your phone

wld lend you his jacket during lectures/air-conditioned classes

sneaks sweets in for you if you like them

study sessions during break (where hes studying soccer theory stuff and maybe pcassionally his revision during exam period)

seem like the type to doodle on his work ?!?! he wld doodle u n him.. just dont look at his math homework

matching keychains on his bag to yours!!!

LUNCHTIME!

has his own packed lunch probably something abt hitting his protein goals

wld 10/10 buy your lunch for you both financially and physically ie. queue up for you first if classes end later

eating together<3 and talking abt anything and everything!!

probably at some quiet place in school maybe at the stands near the field

would get scammed by vending machines to get snacks or drinks for you

lets you sleep on his shoulder or lap as he tries not to freak out too obviously (fail rate at 75%)

AFTER SCHOOL!

ice cream dates after school!!

would share his food with you even if you didnt ask

sitting at the stands as he practice as you do whatevers

always hopes youll come just simply because he does better when youre there watchingn him

would wait for you by practicing soccer if you habe club/detention + get you drinks (from canteen/delivery)

study dates with him at library/cafes -> getting distracted but its okay bc its him

would wear the small gifts you gift him ie. necklaces/keychains/small paper rings

shy abt pda in public: at most linking pinky together / sharing food

would be awful but gets better for claw machine -> would go dyring weekends to surprise you when you two meet again after school

calling at night to watch/play horror / visual novel games

falling asleep to your voice on call

[dodoberri]

SVT as your older brothers

에스쿱스 S.Coups

- brother? hes a dad

- “dyk how late it is? where are you”

- but if you ever need help, call him

- he’ll materialize out of thin air in 0.002 seconds

- will try to never ever have to introduce you to the members

- he’ll pay for everything but will interrogate you on what you need money for first

- if you get a bf, pray for him

정한 Jeonghan

- gremlin

- he tortures you a lot

- but he still sees you as a baby “dino nugu aegi”

- will call you to check up between schedules

- let you do his hair when it was long

- now he does your hair whenever it’s long enough

- you’re too young for a bf in his eyes even when you’re 50

조슈아 Joshua

- spoils you a lot

- probably missed your graduation due to schedules and being in korea

- he gets a ton of gifts every time he sees you to make up for lost time

- a very comforting presence

- if you can’t tell your parents smth, you can tell him

- you’re still a kid to him whether he admits it or not

- idt he’d have much of a reaction to you having a bf as long as he treats you well

준 Jun

- is he really older? maybe

- but he’s prob the most fun brother in the world

- he’ll call you between schedules whenever he’s abroad

- hangouts everyday whenever he’s in china

- sends you stupid videos of himself to make you laugh

- falling asleep on his shoulder and he stays still so you can sleep comfortably

- if you have a cat he prob asks for more updates on the cat than about you

호시 Hoshi

- he is not the older sibling.

- whether he is or not, he’s not

- fighting. a lot.

- he’ll barge into your room and just stand there doing nothing for 10 seconds before leaving (and not closing the door)

- you encouraged his tiger thing as kids and now you regret it (and jihoon & minghao hate you for it)

- he brings you to the practice room to watch him dance

- tries to be “the cool brother” but we all know that’s in vain

원우 Wonwoo

- v calm & reliable

- you can call him for anything whenever

- midnight fast food run? he’s putting down his book & grabbing his wallet

- will play games w you

- sitting is comfortable silence tgt

- sending each other pictures of cats you come across on daily commutes

- listens to you ramble about random things and nods along (he’s still paying attention dw)

우지 Woozi

- tsundere to the max

- let’s you sit in the studio as long as you shut up

- if he’s in a particularly good mood he’ll let you you w his songs (on a separate file copy ofc)

- he tries to teach you music theory and just ends up frustrated

- let’s you listen to songs he’s working on before they’re finished

- if you have a recital he’ll show up w flowers and then immediately start criticizing every mistake you made

- acts like he doesn’t care but you mean everything to him

도겸 Dokyeom

- karaoke tgt

- always down to hangout

- brings you to group practices

- bad day? what’s that? he’s already barging into your room w snacks and movies

- the best hugs ㅠㅠ

- your best friend

- sends you dumb selcas during schedules as updates so as not to “deprive you of the best brother in the world for more than a few hours”

민규 Mingyu

- will tease you a lot but you bully him too so it’s fair

- if someone else bullies you tho? completely different story.

- always cooks an extra portion of food for you

- will annoy you when you try to do your homework

- but he’ll bring you your favorite snacks when you have to study for exams

- will come into your room just to flex his muscles and then walk out

- nice to just hangout with

디에잇 The8

- will meditate w you when you’re stressed & make you tea

- easy to talk to

- basically your personal therapist atp

- you can tell him anything

- call him at 4 in the morning he’ll still answer

- going out to cafes whenever he doesn’t have any schedules

- now that he’s an idol, you send him his childhood pics every once in a while to humble him (ykw pics I’m talking about)

승관 Seungkwan

- will drag you to karaoke and then complain the second you’re a single note off-key

- always taking care of your health

- making sure you’ve eaten

- making sure you’ve slept enough

- making sure you take all your vitamins

- makes you go on walks w him even when your legs inevitably give out and will call you weak

- if you get a bf will judge the hell out of him but 10 minutes in will start telling him all your embarrassing childhood stories

버논 Vernon

- chill asf

- reels and memes are your primary form of communication

- “bro” “what bro?”

- you make stickers out of his ugly pictures and send them to him as reactions

- when you’re sad he’ll just sit with you quietly until you feel better

- unironically watching shitty 2000s Disney channel movies in your free time tgt

- he’s a chill guy but he loves you a lot

디노 Dino

- acts all high and mighty even if he’s only a few seconds older

- will 100% tattle on you to your parents if you so much as step one foot out of line

- will come into your room to bother you every time you’re actually being productive

- acts cool but yk he’s a loser

- would never admit it but he missed you a lot when he first moved to seoul as a trainee

- you send him bday wishes on children’s day like the members do to tease him

- you went to visit him during his trainee days once and snuck him fast food when they were supposed to be on a diet

[elliesglock]

CRUMBL COOKIE LIVE ANALYSIS :

okay so boom this was one of my most popular analysis before i fucked myself so enjoy everybody!

so you have to skip ahead a little bit because azzi isn't in the live from the start she's actually wanting to die over her accounting homework for some of it so she couldn't join until later. 11:31 is when azzi joins the live. so honestly i have a tiny theory about something before we jump into the full live. before this, paige is kinda on high alert and staring at the door continuously before azzi comes in. my theory is maybeeeee azzi texted her about struggling with her accounting homework and p boogs was trying to find a way out to go help her/comfort her. ORRRR azzi texted p saying im coming up soon or she was gonna be there soon and that's why p keeps looking at the door every so often cause she so ready for her girl to come she keep hallucinating footsteps. okay sorry just a theory.

11:31 before anybody else, paige already sees azzi coming in. even before kk yells her name, like she's literally being hidden behind yanna and paige's girlfriend senses start tingling and she knows her girl in the room and looks at her. she's been looking at her for a solid 5 secs before kk even goes, "OMG ITS AZZI FUDD!!!!". i just find it so cute cause she can literally sniff her girl out of anywhereeeeee. 11:35 paige and azzi make eye contact and it's almost like paige understands immediately something is up because she points at the camera to say they're live. she probs knows just from azzi's body language that she's upset about something and maybe thinks she's gonna go in for a hug or a cuddle. that's my personal opinion cause she points at the live to warm azzi for no good reason other than she was a little scared azzi might come get some lovin from her girl. but she kinda lets it go and giggles while kk wails azzi's name. but i think she can already tell before anyone else that azzi is maybe a little overstimulated/needing some comfort. that's what so interesting about paige. she is ALWAYS dialed in when azzi's in the room, her demeanor from before azzi comes in to after is a compete 180. before azzi comes in she's like giggling and joking, and then when azzi's comes in she's dialed in on her and concerned about her and what's going on. i'm telling u she don't play about her girl or her feelings. when azzi's in the room u might as well shut the hell up cause p ain't listening to u. she's displaying a little bit of concern and has already kinda turned off that goofiness to focus on what's more important, ie her girl coming into the room not smiling. even when azzi falls down on the bed paige's body almost instinctively tries to go after her. like she stops sitting on the tv stand and is almost leaning her whole body to get closer to azzi. and it's def second nature. it's not she's adjusting or something as soon as azzi lies on the bed and seems a little overwhelmed, she almost does her normal bodyguard duties and gets up to hold her girl like she would if the cameras off. 11:45 paige doesn't get super serious until kk offers azzi a cookie and azzi goes noooo! even kk seems a little unfamiliar with how she's presenting. paige gets real serious and her tone of voice when she asks, "what happened?" is just. yall. like. i'm wet. her tone is very not fucking around and she's not playing. she wants to know what's got her girl sad and she wanna know nowwww. all fun and games off the table when her girl don't want a sweet treat cause azzi LOVES a sweet treat. i also love how even though everybody's asking her what's wrong, she don't say anything until paige asks what happened. like ahhh her protectors here lemme vent to her. so we find out poor baby azzi is having some issues with her accounting homework. 11:48 she asks kk if she can ask the live if anyone can tutor in accounting. and kk kinda hears here but is focused on something else but big p ain't letting it slide. she's like da fuck?? almost and taps kk to ask the live. sheeeee notttt playingggggg. this live honestly is a great way to see how much paige can be a protector and a representation of comfort for azzi because she immediately gets strict asf when azzi's upset. she even gets a little annoyed w kk cause she says something else instead of doing what her girl asked. and her face when she turns around and we see her in the camera. LORDDDDDD. it's never been a joke. i'm sorry big daddy I MEAN PAIGE. i'll help yo girl in accounting shit please don't stab me. that's what her face is giving. ion even know accounting and i'm about to help azzi with her homework from the way she looking at us.

like damn bitch??

12:10

so after kk do what big mama say, she makes a little joke saying "this should be good." poking fun at how kk's dms gon be looking crazy from people dming her weird stuff from now on. azzi and a few others laugh at this and she seems so much lighter after she makes azzi laugh. like ahhh my girl is laughing at my jokes i made her feel betterrrr. which is the ultimate plan in paige's eyes everyday you know. everyday is a mission on how to be the best girlfriend and how to accomplish making my girl feel like the most important girl in the world. i think she's been doing a pretty good job for a while now yall. again, with paige being the representative of comfort for azzi, we know why azzi feels this way. because paige will do anything to make her smile when she's sad and will always be the first one to light up when she's happy. LOVE in its purest form yall. 12:27 azzi kinda stands up for a second and paige being paige is back on high alert cause she LITERALLY watches her every move as soon as she stands up. like her eyes immediately zone in on her as soon as she stands up. she's searching azzi's face and body with her eyes to see if there's anything she can do to help almost cause azzi seems a little confused after she stands up. and i think if the cameras were off she would've walked over and had az come sit with her for a second so she could listen to her when she tells her what's wrong. i think it bothers her a bit in this live she can't do that. we know paige is very much the type of person who doesn't like to wait and doesn't like being held back from something, especially regarding her girl. remember earlier when i mentioned how p completely zones in on azzi when she walks into a room well kk asks her to get a fork and she goes up to get one and then comes back when she hears azzi ask what one of the cookies are. she's veryyyy zoned in on her. i think she knows she already doesn't like she can't comfort her when she wants to cause the live is on, so she ain't gonna go further and leave the room while her girls starting to perk up a little bit you know. p is ALWAYS observant of everything azzi does and i think she can read her like a book. they've been together for so many years that's not shocking. further more, she even sits down when azzi continues talking cause she knows the forks aren't more important than whatever azzi is asking/saying right now. okay lover girlllll. 12:57 azzi asks if she can try the peanut butter cookie and kk says girl boo while she's handing it to her. now honestly i can't tell what paige's facial expression in this moment means but she gives kk a kinda side eye and a "mm" noise like she's like be careful now. but i have had anons theorize its because kk is not using girl boo right when she gets on everybody else about using it right you know lol. idk her facial expression and the way she acting is like oo u tryna make my girl laugh rn or sum? but that might just be me being delusional as always. azzi says one of the chocolate chip cookies sound lame and paige gives her this sassy little p face that would def get her in trouble if azzi was full on looking at her at that moment but we let it slide. and then in the next couple moments p is just having a full on STARING CONTEST while azzi eats these cookies. like she is not letting up on that eye contact. and i think it's partially to see if she likes it but i also think it's another checking on her/admiring her kind of thing. she's got her in her view and azzi is focused on something else so you know damn well she's gonna keep an eye on her and finally get a good look to see if her girls doing alright, instead of glancing over like she's been doing. 13:23 now idk if i'm hearing things but kk almost kinda sees her staring at turns around jokingly and says "oo are you hungry?" and yes it can be interpreted as kk just asking if paige is hungry for another cookie but it sounds lowkey like that tone they use with an inside/teasing joke. she like damn girl look at u looking at her like that u hungry or sum?

15:03

so, jana is talking about sharing a bite with paige and paige says "yeah im all set" and then jana says "okay imma share it with azzi" and that perks paige's ears up. and she kinda looks between them and is like "oh you and azzi?" almost like she's saying yeah we don't share unless it's me and her and she not sharing tonight lemme tell you. she not playing w these underclassmennnnn. she's like nah my girl is set too thank yewwww! i love sassy p she really holds nothing back unless she's about to get grounded by azzi.

and that's about it basically lol. azzi kinda goes silent cause she's stealing jana's fries and paige is doing her gay adhd shit in the living room with her cartwheels. honestly i love watching this whole live through not just for the pazzi moments but paige looking good everybody looking gooddddd andddd they funny too. hope you guys enjoyed and im going to bed thank yallllll! love u 😛💕

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi, I'm really fond of your blog, and I've been desperately trying to find more information about Sage's Island. I know the major landmarks (the schools and the village in the middle) but do we know any specific details about it? Like looking at the map, I can't understand whether any student/staff member would actually walk/use a vehicle down the twisted path connected NRC to the village, or would they use the school mirrors to get down there? Do they use brooms to get around the island (Your post on transportation was quite eye-opening).

I started asking all these questions because I'm trying to write a Jade fanfic, and looking at the map of Sage Island led to several questions. Mainly, I thought that if he were to be exploring mountains and nature in general, would he have to go to lower elevation to be able to hike?

I know I'm focusing a lot on what could be considered plotholes, but I'd love to have your insight on how geography and transport would be on Sage's Island. Thank you!

[ Modes of transportation in Twst resource / How mirror travel works (speculation/theory) ]

In terms of Sage's Island's geography... It is shaped like a chicken drumstick-- It is considered part of the Land of Dawning.

There is NRC to the north, RSA to the south, and Foothill Town in the middle.

There's also a beach on the outskirts of RSA; Epel and Deuce pay a visit to this beach in book 5:

On the southwest side is a port town called Craneport. The east side of Sage's Island also has a port, but this eastern port is primarily for passenger ships. Craneport is all about cargo and shipping goods. The event Port Fest is all about revitalizing Craneport and bringing business back into the area.

The NRC students get to Foothill Town by bus, which picks them up in front of the school gates. This is shown in numerous vignettes and events, such as Leona's Liongarb, Port Fest, and Azul's Bloom Broom. (However, they must first get permission from a staff member in order to leave campus.)

Deuce borrows a magiwheel/blastcycle from Ignihyde so he and Epel can speed to the beach. It's quite a distance away from NRC, even further away than Foothill Town, so I guess he wanted to quickly cover ground.

To reach the mines, mountains, or forest, we see Adeuce, Yuu, and Grim, as well as Vargas, use the Mirror of Darkness to instantly teleport them there. This is most likely because their destinations are quite far (probably off Sage's Island) and they need to get there quickly (Adeuce are on a 1 day deadline and Vargas is planning a 3-day long training camp).

Jade doesn't seem to really specify where he hikes or which mountains he explores, so... I'm not sure what the distance he travels is? There's woods behind campus, so maybe Jade has been there before. I assume if he goes off-campus, his club already has permission to do so.

Students don't typically use brooms for travel. (Malleus and Lilia can levitate or fly though.) There’s an instance in Playful Land: “Poor Jamil... He said he was worried about Kalim and took off toward school on a broom the moment the basketball game ended.” (Can we count Wish Lantern since students use the brooms to get altitude but technically don’t travel anywhere?) We mainly see brooms in Flight class.

My guess is that it's just not magically economical to fly on a broom whenever you want to go somewhere, especially for long distances or for inexperienced mages. You would build up a needless amount of blot (when I'm assuming you need that energy to actually carry out errands or to do your magical homework or whatever). I’m not sure if the students keep their own individual brooms for travel; the brooms seem to be either school equipment or regular ass brooms they grab and enchant during Flight class.

I don't recall instances of how the staff get to and from campus, but Crewel does mention (in his Rich Fur Coat vignettes) having an apartment in Foothill Town as well as a place of residence back home in the Queendom of Roses. Crewel's special interest is vintage cars and he also says he would love to be able to drive along the ocean with his dogs, but he does not actually say that he drives to and from work.

All I can say is, it definitely would NOT be feasible to walk all the way to Foothill Town or the beach. No one's about to waste X hours trudging down that perilous path to eat at the local burger joint 😭

[sitepathos]

I just randomly thought about from gold to mold today. Imagine that Alfred start asking Bruce questions about reader, like if he knows reader's favorite colors or food, stuff like that.

Only for Bruce to not know anything (which is no surprise) I think it's the best way to torture him mentally lol.

He wouldn’t ask Bruce any questions because he knows that he wouldn’t know the answer to any of them.

He would, however, flex his knowledge of you to make Bruce feel like shit.

For example, after Bruce tells Alfred to prepare the empty bedroom next to his for your return, he says he’ll have to repaint the room. Maybe you like your room to be the color of your favorite color (which Alfred knows, but Bruce doesn’t) or maybe you’re a follower of color theory, insisting on having your walls be a specific color to make you feel more relaxed when you try to sleep or focused while you’re working on homework (which would astound Bruce that you think that way and make him wish he’d talked to you more and maybe get your input on redecorating the manor).

Or when he’s decorating your room, Alfred points out you like certain plushies, figurines, or posters from your favorite video games or other pop culture media. Bruce would nod along and try to follow along (making notes to follow up on these things and research the hell out of them), but he would be drowning in the fact that he, your father, knows less than nothing about you, his son, while his butler is basically an encyclopedia on all things you.

And food is another thing he would flex on, saying he needs to get to start preparing a feast when you return home. Maybe you have favorite cooked foods and he’ll say he needs to get to the store and buy all the ingredients to cook them. Or maybe you have a favorite restaurant that you always went to on special occasions, so he’ll place a massive catering order so he can have the entire dining table covered in your favorite foods.

Yeah, Alfred can be petty as hell and will flex his knowledge on you to make Bruce and the kids feel like shit.

[jadeshifting]

— INTRO 2 THE SLYTHERINS

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MATTHEO THOMAS MARVOLO RIDDLE . magic that incinerates its target. fireworks. messy hair. dice and card games. push-ups. charcoal drawings. stack of unreturned library books. steak so rare it’s bloody. insane right hook. late night swims. tall stacks of pancakes. sleeping facedown on homework parchments. perfectly split orange slices.

PANSY PANEGYRIA PARKINSON . freezing cold hands. hair clippings in the sink. espresso martinis. cartwheels. reading by the window while it storms. pears. scribbles of the moon phases. running cannonballs off the dock. sun-bleached bones. jeweled silver earrings. spinning and jumping rather than dancing. plant clippings tucked in pockets.

MILLICENT AUDREY BULSTRODE . pressed flowers in textbook pages. gentle hands. lemon loaf with poppy seeds. light pinky lip gloss. snails. doodling on notes in class. lacy bed canopy. emotional support water bottle. preserved butterfly wings. lotuses floating on the lake. jam-filled cookies. wearing wired earbuds. stockings constantly torn.

LORENZO MASSIMO BERKSHIRE . best tree climber. polished loafers. insanely loud laughing. massive record collection. slow mornings in the greenhouse. poetry books. board games. high fiving everyone. clinking potion bottles. marshmallows. loud snoring. cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven. making paper airplanes. half-melted cookie dough ice cream.

BLAISE ORION ZABINI . a hankerchief for other people to use. caramel coffee. murder mystery books. comforting hugs. freshly pressed shirts. bumblebees. unconditionally punctual. long games of chess. pumpkin pasties. sheet music. seems to know something others don’t. impeccable manners. fresh, clean cologne. unfurling the newspaper every morning.

ASTORIA ACANTHYLLIS GREENGRASS . notes in French. seashell collection. the perfect nude lipstick. effortless elegance. going for therapeutic swims. bird baths. silent if she doesn’t have anything to say. yellow roses. mother-of-pearl. sipping matcha. wandering by the lake like a ghost. perfect posture. blackberry jam on croissants. silk pillowcases.

THEODORE TIBERIUS DONATO NOTT . coffee that’s way too strong. the worst chainsmoker. napping everywhere. silver flask. dark chocolate. bowls of blueberries. throwing huge logs in the fire. insane plays during quidditch games. refusing to put shoes on. tall glasses of butterbeer. tattered book spines. wrinkled sweaters. flittering sparrow wings. chocolate muffins.

DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY . silver rings and bracelets. pine candles. forehead creases. deft piano playing hands. perfectly slanted handwriting. the overpowering smell of wand polish. crunchy apples. terribly boring magical theory books. crisply tied parcels. freshly brewed peppermint tea. searching for constellations. crystal decanters of water. tucked bedsheet corners.

DAPHNE CLEOMEDE GREENGRASS . the most poisonous judgemental glare. shiny gold jewelry. too many throw pillows. olive juice. 20-step hair routine. sparkling champagne. cheesecake. unbelievably long bubble baths. crème filled doughnuts for breakfast. jewelry box with a lock and key. powdered sugar. loose silk tops. gold-dusted nails.

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[ ib @wishicouldkeepconcentration !! ]

[cursedonyx]

I read the post about students reacting to mc dying in their arms. You should do the professors (including Black)

Thank you for the ask! 💚

Hogwarts Legacy Professors React to MC Dying in Their Arms

Link to student reactions here

⚠️Content warning for Death and Body Horror Below the Cut⚠️

Professor Hecat

Dina Hecat had rarely found herself as impressed with a student as she was with you. Your tenacity, your aptitude for magic, your ability to pick up new and complex defensive magic was unmatched, though Sebastian made a valiant effort to maintain a solid second place behind you. Such was your prowess that Dina thought you might make an excellent Auror, and determined to tutor you privately once you expressed an interest. It was a thrill to begin with, to teach you all the tips and tricks an Auror might need in their arsenal, you picking them all up as if it was as easy as breathing, to the point that Dina grew complacent.

She’d heard tales of your exploits during your fifth year, of course, and fought beside you during the Battle for the Repository. She was confident that you could handle anything thrown at you, and you impressed her over and over and over. But all it took was one tiny misstep, one foot wrong, and all her Ministry training and the reason behind it was thrown into sharp relief.

The troll was supposed to be an easy dispatch. You’d defeated one when you were brand new to magic, after all. Dina had taught you an advanced form of confringo, or at least, she’d taught you the theory. It was a powerful spell, a short step below feindfyre, and she was eager to see it in practice. But the troll had flung its club just as you began the incantation, and everything went wrong. You were distracted as it flew towards Dina, and you lost control of the spell.

The resulting inferno was too much for mere aguamenti, and there was nothing Dina could do but wait for the flames to die down, listening to you scream as you blundered about in the middle of the fire, unable to find a way out. When the smoke cleared, all that was left of you was a charred skeleton, your clawed hand leaving sooty streaks on her skin as she took it, hoping that this was some kind of nightmare, some kind of illusion or hallucination, anything but brutal, cold reality.

There was an investigation, of course. Why was a seventh-year student out fighting trolls? Why was this student doing so under the instruction of a faculty member that should have known better? Why had this professor allowed things to get so out of control?

Dina avoided Azkaban for her neglect by a narrow margin, but she had to give up her teaching post. She passed a little over a year later, having drunk herself to death, unable to cope with the guilt.

Professor Ronen

Abraham Ronen had always had such a love of fun and games, determined to make each of his classes a joy for his students. Yes, he recycled ideas through the terms, a large timetable in his office holding large lists of games he could incorporate that was appropriate for each year of Charms classes. But even so, after several years in his position, he found these games began to grow repetitive, and he wanted to liven things up.

That’s where you came in. Your ingenuity was famous throughout Hogwarts for a reason, and so he called on you one day after class, requesting your assistance in thinking up new games to play. He gave you a list of the spells he was to teach his seventh-year students, promising to waive your homework for a month if you helped out. You took to the task like a kappa to water, assailing Abraham with a variety of ‘games’ that would help the other students learn. The problem was, most of your games involved far too much risk for his liking, including trying to steal a dragon egg. Despite your protestations that you knew where to find one, Abraham wasn’t having it. But he’d promised, and you’d promised, and a deal was a deal.

So extreme were your ideas that when you proposed the still dangerous but comparatively tame idea of delayed-action bombarda combined with glacius, Abraham thought the idea of students running through a booby-trapped field, freezing the latent explosive spells, was a positively marvellous idea.

The students were less keen. They, unexposed to your particular brand of fun, saw the folly in such a practice. But you, determined that everyone should have fun, decided to be the first across the field. Abraham realised far too late just how foolish this game was, and had barely raised his wand as you danced across the minefield before disaster struck, and you were blown apart.

He tried his best to gather the pieces of you that rained down. A severed foot here, a shattered forearm there, holding his robes like an apron and gathering you up. It was futile, of course, for once a witch or wizard’s head is detached from their body, even the very best healers only have a few seconds to make it right.

He could never get that image out of his mind. One moment you were smiling, laughing, joking, teasing the others for their hesitancy, and the next you were in bits, everything that you were tumbling from the sky in slow motion. Every student in that class was scarred for life, set to fail their Charms NEWTs, fifty promising careers suddenly thrown down the toilet. Abraham resigned in shame, and did not go home to his wife. He wandered until he became lost, and lost himself until he found a cliff. Only by shattering himself on the rocks below could he find some form of atonement for his sins.

Professor Sharp

Aesop Sharp had always preferred to be somewhat gruff and stern. It kept his pupils in line, and his firm but fair approach ensured that everyone that took his classes passed with good marks, even if they had a tendency to blow things up, a practice he’d secretly taken to calling “doing a Garreth.” You, on the other hand, slipped past his guard. Maybe it was your incredible aptitude for offensive and defensive magic, or perhaps it was your endearing wit and charm. It could have been your happy-go-lucky nature, your ability to smile no matter how dire things seemed to be, always poking fun at yourself before anyone else. He found himself growing fond of you, thinking of you as some kind of wayward nibling.

He still had to give you detentions on occasion, of course, because even you couldn’t cheek the Potions Master and get away with it, no matter how well-intentioned your words had been. He found such hours to be more of a delight than a chore, happy to talk to you about anything and everything, even laughing a little as you revealed some of the mischief you’d gotten up to, things he’d normally give more detentions for.

One evening in the dungeons, you were cheerfully scrubbing out the cauldrons, and you asked him about is days as an Auror. You told him about an Ashwinder camp you’d caught wind of, and how you wished you could eradicate them. Aesop knew he should report it to Officer Singer and keep you out of it, but hell, he’d seen you fight, and there was something in him that yearned for that spark of excitement that came with defeating his enemies. He suggested travelling with you to wipe them out, considering it worth at least three detentions. You joked that this meant you had two free passes to be cheeky in class, and he told you not to push your luck.

If only he’d known. If only he’d taken a moment to think. If only he’d listened to his Auror instincts that told him this was a bad idea.

You’d both crept up on the camp, wands at the ready. There weren’t many of them, but enough to pose a bit of a challenge. Aesop had every confidence in you, he knew your skills after all, but unfortunately, the Ashwinders did as well. The moment they saw you, they didn’t bother with their typical hexes. They knew enough about you to know they couldn’t waste a second if they wanted to live. Three Killing Curses were sent your way, and one found its mark.

Aesop thought he knew loss when his partner was killed in Scarborough, but this was something else. Watching the light go out of your eyes, the ghost of your last, confident smile on your face, broke him like nothing had broken him before. He didn’t even try to resist when the Ashwinders took him, snatching his wand and throwing him in a cage along with the kneazles they’d poached. He couldn’t get the image of you out of his mind, your still body lying amid the debris of the Forbidden Forest, already ignored and forgotten by your foes, left for whatever scavengers crept through the night to feast. He refused food and water as he was dragged from one end of the country to the other, kept prisoner by those that had killed you. It took weeks to kill him, but one morning, lying on the floor of that cold, hard cage, he just didn’t wake up.

Professor Black

Phineus Nigellus Black preferred to let the students of Hogwarts think he was a cold-hearted, pompous bastard. It was much easier to work this way, easier to make the tough decisions a Headmaster of Hogwarts needed to make. Budget cuts, cancelling quidditch, extending exam season and banning Hogsmeade visits to ensure student safety was easier to weather if his heart was already hardened to the complaints and cries of woe, the bitter mutters, the whispered insults, the playground songs made up to poke fun at him. Yes, it hurt, but he was better than that. Stronger. Prouder. He had a job to do, after all, and Merlin only knew the previous Headmaster had left a hellish mess for him to set right. He had to be hard to be kind. He preferred not to pay attention to those around him, erecting a hard wall around his heart.

You, however… you were different. He heard about what you did in your fifth year, and though he found it hard to believe at first, he paid a bit more attention to you as time went by, and found the tales of your prowess were, if anything, undersold. Phineas made an effort in your final year to take you under his wing, seeing a potential candidate for the position of Minister for Magic in your future. He wanted to teach you the finer points of politics and bootlicking, introduce you to the right people, like the Gaunts, the Blacks, the Malfoys and more to give you the boost you needed to clamber up that slippery ladder. The only gifts he knew how to give.

You were resistant, of course. What kind of firecracker would you be if you weren’t? Phineas relished the challenge, demanding more and more of your free time until you began to understand just what kind of privileges came along with knowing the right people and scratching the right backs. Ominis knew it and used it to his advantage perhaps less than he should have done, but this seemed to tip the scales in Phineas' favour, and you finally began to listen and learn from his wise tutelage. He found himself swelling with pride as you whipped about your newfound allegiances, terrifying students and teachers alike, reining you in when you frightened Hobhouse so much he wet himself, his scolding gentle and warm. He might have had five children, but you showed promise.

Unfortunately, even the shrewd and clever Phineas couldn’t have foreseen the simple dangers of existing in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He’d taken you to the trophy room, waxing lyrical about the famous witches and wizards that had come through Hogwarts, pointing out their accolades with relish, his hand on your shoulder, a rare and affectionate gesture of genuine pride. He told you that you could achieve just as much, perhaps more, if you applied all your skills and knowledge in the right ways. He even smiled at you, and his eyes were warm.

You asked to see a particularly bright medal on a high shelf, and Phineas, taking a leaf out of your muggleborn book, decided to give the other life a try, just for once. If a muggleborn could be as impressive as you, perhaps he didn’t have to use magic for everything. He tried to reach the medal by hand, even climbing on the shelf to do so, smiling as it made you laugh. He climbed down, medal in hands, his brow furrowing as your face grew ashen. The next moment, you had barrelled into him, throwing him out of the way of the falling shelf.

By the time he picked himself up, scolding you for your behaviour, it was too late. The falling shelves and shattered glass had crushed you, slashing your neck. By the time Phineas realised you weren’t just pratting about like you usually did, you’d bled out, your skin pale, your eyes wide and unseeing. Phineas sat on the floor beside your corpse, holding your fingers closed over the medal that read:

Most Impressive Display of Honour.

Professor Garlick

Mirabel Garlick had endured her share of enamoured students, villagers, and even fellow professors in her time. She dealt with it all with the grace and decorum that was expected of such a sunny personality, treating all and sundry with the same level of ardent attention and big, bright smiles. She had a soft spot for you though, someone who appreciated magical plants for the marvels they were. She didn’t mind when you stayed after class to quiz her on the less known properties of pufferpods or the right way to tamp down earth around a mandrake to ensure maximum comfort. She’d heard all about your little adventure to see the giant venomous tentacula, and had been curious about your knowledge ever since.

She was more than happy to help you grow your plants bigger and better than what the school board advised. She even cleared out Greenhouse Four for your personal use, encouraging you to grow things most students would only ever see if they were extremely unlucky. But she trusted you. She believed you knew what you were doing, swept up by your enthusiasm, tempted by her own curiosity to see just how far you could push your skills.

So it was that the pair of you ended up breeding a new kind of Devil’s Snare, one that was resistant to light and heat. It took time, and though you both occasionally wondered what the purpose of such a plant would be, you were too excited by the prospect of your experiments bearing fruit to worry about consequences. Mirabel should have known better. The only defence against a Devil’s Snare is light and heat, and both of you pushed away thoughts of protection against such a thing. It seemed playful, intelligent, happy.

It was early on a Saturday morning when Mirabel decided to look in on Greenhouse Four. It was only by chance that she had decided to do so, and she would spend the rest of her life wishing she had been five minutes sooner. She saw the Devil’s snare distract you with dancing tendrils as it had so many times before, only this time, you were too close. It wrapped you up faster than a spider wraps a fly, crushing the life from you. No matter how many incendios she cast, no matter how much she shouted and beat at it, even conjuring a torch to hold against the vines, all it did was hurt you more as it crushed the life from you, each snap of your ribs loud above your gasping breaths, the crunch of your spine grinding in her ears, the blood from your nose splattering on the floor as your lungs punctured, your eyes bulging out of their sockets. Even still you fought to draw breath until there was no more room in your chest.

Mirabel had never felt so helpless. She sank to her knees, waiting as the Devil’s Snare took you into its core to feed upon your corpse. She didn’t resist when the vines caressed her face, then wrapped around her throat, her wand lying forgotten on the floor of Greenhouse Four.

Professor Fig

Eleazar Fig had always had a soft spot for you. He’d watched you grow from a novice to a master in the space of a year, popular and clever, beloved by your peers and professors alike. He always made sure to make time for you in his office, sharing a cup of tea as you discussed your past adventures, gossiped about the students, or just had a jolly good chinwag. You both shared a love of adventure, and made time at least once a month to get up to mischief, whether it was investigating old ruins, clearing out mongrel dens, or just running the occasional errand for those in need. You delighted in having your mentor along for the ride, and he adored helping you where he could.

Unfortunately for you, your exploits over the years made you enemies. Though you helped a good many people and made plenty of friends, there were those that were hard done by when you stole from them or caused them trouble on behalf of someone else. Eleazar knew this, and made sure to continually warn you to watch your back, clucking like a mother hen. Perhaps he warned you too much, his words of caution becoming background noise as you continually avoided retribution for your misdeeds. Eleazar did his best to keep you safe all the same, ardently researching your enemies and eliminating plots before they came to fruition.

But after almost a year of no schemes against you, he dared to relax. He invited you out to lunch at Steepley and Sons, intending to enjoy a quiet cup of tea, some nice sandwiches, and perhaps even a slice of cake, his treat, of course. He wanted to catch up properly, to make sure you were happy, on top of your homework, getting on with your friends. You wanted to know how he was coping after Miriam’s passing, if he was back on the scene, how his work as a teacher was going, and can he please get you out of detention with Professor Sharp?

Neither of you expected after all this time there were still those that held a grudge. The young wizard helping Mrs Steepley was actually an Ashwinder, and they poisoned your cup of tea. It took a moment to take effect, but once it did, the only way to save you was locked away in Hogwarts Castle. Even accio couldn’t have got the antidote to you in time.

Eleazar watched as your face went ashen, seemingly sinking in on itself as you clawed at your throat. He caught you as you listed sideways, his eyes locked on yours, trying to comfort you, soothe you as you struggled to draw breath, not even a pin able to pass through the tightness of your throat. Your nails left bloody furrows on your neck, your feet kicking feebly even as someone ran for J Pippin’s, hoping he’d be able to help. Eleazar knew better. He just held you as your body jerked, the last of your life sliding through his fingers as he tried oh so hard to hold on to it, begging you silently to just hold on a little longer. You were all he had, the last spark of joy in his cold, dark life. Once you were gone, there was nothing left for him. A swift unforgivable curse delivered to his temple as he lay in his chamber was enough to ensure he could see you and Miriam again.

witchdoctorpirate ~💚

[whatawaitsus]

It's your final year at Killian Argent's School for the Supernatural; a prestigious boarding school for supernatural beings. In theory this doesn't mean much. Your future has been set since you were a child: graduate from a prestigious boarding school, get into an equally prestigious college that your parents will pay for, and then get a prestigious well-paying job with your father's connections. It is what is, you're past the point of complaining at this point in your life.

Despite being one of the most expensive schools in the nation, nothing particularly interesting has happened at the school in the nine years you've been here— aside from the occasional accidental possession caused by a ghost or the common room getting flooded after a nixie gets too frustrated over their homework.

That is until students start to go missing.

Oh, and you start having prophetic dreams of your missing brother. But, that's probably better to unpack later, in all honesty.

What Awaits Us is upcoming choicescript interactive fiction project. The game is rated 16+ for violence, manipulation, kidnapping, strong language, drug use, religious imagery and trauma and optional suggestive content.

Choose what kind of witch you are; customize your gender, pronouns, sexuality, physical appearance, personality, magic class, uniform style, dorm decor, familiar, and more.

Balance trying to solve the disappearances of your peers and your performance as a student.

Establish your relationships with your parents and older brother by playing through flashbacks.

Deicide on your class schedule and extracurricular activity that will have the ability to affect your stats.

Choose one out of five romantic options; a moody kitsune, an expressive siren, a bubbly godling, or a quiet godling, or an apathetic arachne.

Solve the mystery of the missing kids and potentially get a lead on your runaway brother.

Unwillingly gain a weird almost mentor figure in the form of one of your teachers.

Rei Nakamura [they/them, kitsune]: C's roommate. Rei has been at this school as long as you, though your interactions are next to none. You always spot their name at the top of all the classes you share. They generally keep to themselves, only interacting with C and the kids they tutor. When they do talk it's usually an insult or a refusal to do something. It's not a surprise that they're generally disliked by most of the school. How they happened to befriend an outgoing siren is beyond you.

Cleo/Cyrus Valtameri [gender selectable, siren]: Rei's roommate. C is.. a lot. They transferred during your ninth term; originally from Drialia, which is clear from their accent. They joined the theater club nearly as soon as they were enrolled and have landed nearly every lead since then. The two of you don't interact much, but when you do happen to cross paths they're always animatedly nice to you; they're like that to everyone except Rei, really. You almost swear you've seen the two of them point at you and laugh.

Lydia Taylor* [she/her, godling]: Lukas's twin sister. You've been partnered up with Lydia a few times for projects and she's always a diligent student. She's in the boxing club, which is honestly kind of intimidating, especially after what happened between her and Stephan Kim in your sixth term. But, she's always been plenty nice to you too, not fake nice like you've realized most of your classmates are. She and her brother are never apart from eachother, either.

Lukas Taylor [he/him, godling]: Lydia's twin brother. Lukas Taylor has been going through an 'emo phase' about as long as you've known him. You vaguely remember the mop of strawberry blond hair that was on his head when he first came here, though you have a suspicion he bribed a mage to wipe it from the yearbooks. Lukas is quiet; the polar opposite of his sister. You don't think he's in any clubs, though he is always carrying around a weathered sketchbook.

Nico/Nadia Ruiz-Estrada [gender selectable, arachne]: Your roommate. N and you have shared a dorm for the past five years, and they're possibly your best friend. Despite constantly skipping all of their classes, barring the ones the two of you share, their grades remain high. Even after knowing them for six years you still don't know if they care about anything besides displeasing their older sister. They started a band in your ninth year; Bite The Bullet. Half of the kids in your term are convinced they were formerly in prison, something that makes N laugh hysterically whenever you bring it up.

Polyamorous routes available with Rei & Cleo/Cyrus and Lukas & Nico/Nadia.

*Lydia is only romancable by female and nonbinary MC's.*