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The Story of Grelle the Reaper: A review by yours truly prt 2

So if you saw part 1 with the prelude hii did you get some water? Are you taking care of yourself? That was 1k words about something that itself was not even 200 and chapter 1 is like 5k words so...yeah. If you haven't seen part 1 to my review, you can find it here.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about nor what The Story of Grelle the Reaper is, then do I have a treat for you. The amazing @eemoo1o-animoo has been writing this origin story for everyone's favorite red reaper (which you can find here). My previous post was about the prelude and this one will be about Chapter 1: She Sells Seashells on the Seashore.

I will add on that I was messaging back and forth with Ell and so some of these things were what she had also brought up and made me think about so there's that too.

Add on from the Em who just finished this: this is a mess, I'm so sorry for anyone who reads this lmao

Okay so overall review, the use of word choice, the whole name thing (I’ll explain further), the dialogue, THE WEATHER, it’s all amazing. This chapter as a whole is a great first chapter to look into Grell’s general life and how he’s been living this whole time. Looking at it as someone trying to see it as a standalone as to be able to show it to a wider audience, it’s great. All the elements that make up an exposition are there. We get to know Grell as a main character as well as his father and mother as part of our main side characters. The dynamic between Grell and his parents individually is well explained and so thought out. All of my thoughts here are gonna be separated differently from the prelude so I’ll explain it now:

If you saw the last analysis, you’d know that it’s a compilation of paragraphs and pointed out quotes and that worked because of how the prelude is written like in terms of length and structure. This one is way too long to fit it all in like that so I’m gonna separate my thoughts into three sections which are named father, mother, and George as the chapter is separated into those three parts naturally already (not named that, though, that’s just what I’ve dubbed them as lol). Each section will be essentially like how I did the other one before with callouts to specific quotes but it will probably be more mixed in and in a paragraph format. Idk as of writing this if I’ll do bullet points, but we’ll find out together. Okay, on to section 1 of chapter 1!

Section 1: Father

So to kick off, I’m gonna first mention the whole name thing that I said I’d explain as well as the pronouns. Grelle, the Grelle that we know, didn’t always know that she was, well, a she. “She” was born a “he” and so chapter 1 gives us that “he”. Here we aren’t with Grelle, we’re with Grell. As such, the name not having the “e” at the end and the pronouns being he/him are very important to note. Moreover, I actually like this choice of not starting with a Grell/e that already knows who they are gender-wise. I know that first instinct would have many want to do just that, but for a formative piece like this, it wouldn’t fit. We aren’t here to see Grelle be the badass we know she is, we’re here for the angst /j.

Anyways, the use of the different versions of Grell is great and I think it’s really important to point out. I know some people may see it and be like “oh but isn’t that disrespectful” and while I am not the best representation of the trans community as a person who doesn’t even really know their own gender, I’d think it’d be disrespectful not to show Grelle as Grell. They can and do co-exist, to some degree. The erasure of one is just as bad as the erasure of the other.

Okay so I’m gonna go in order of just how the fic is written so as to not jump around too much. So the first thing I wanna point out is Grell’s body language in how he’s sitting. He’s described to be “in a much more tense and humble position, hands rubbing together like star cross’d lovers.” There is some wording here that I’m gonna pick at, first being “more…humble position”. First, there’s a power difference here. Grell isn’t in a more humble position just because he’s nervous (though that is a part of it). There’s also the fact that that’s his father and they have been in this position many times before. While I’ve never been fired from a job (knock on wood, thank god, please don’t fire me boss), I can’t imagine the part where I’d have to tell people would be very nice. Seeing how Friedrich sighed before he sat, he probably had to go get Grell too or, at the very least, was close enough to not have to be told like his mother does as mentioned in the future. That less humble position on his father’s side, though, shows who’s in charge which just further displays the power difference. We learn that this isn’t Grell’s first time losing a job later, but I’m sure that this stance has stayed the same since the first time. The nerves are just even higher now because this is just another time where Grell messed up.

The next wording I wanna point out (mainly just because I really like it) is how his hands are described as “rubbing together like star cross’d lovers”. The way that “star cross’d lovers” was spelt immediately jumped out at me and my fellow Em doesn’t do things by accident, not on desktop and not in this story. So, naturally, I looked it up. It comes from Romeo and Juliet, apparently (making a disclaimer here, I don’t like Shakespeare. I don’t like any of his works. I never have, and most likely never will. So yes, I have to look these things up. The Macbeth thing was a fluke because I had to study that god forsaken play two years in a row. Some things I know, but most I don’t so I will instead be going to our friend Google for help. Rant over, back to analyzing). I don’t think it means much story-wise, but it is a little snippet that alludes to how a lot of people think that Grelle is a Shakespeare nut, something which Ell’s notes also agree with. It’s a cute reference, I like it. When I first read it I was like “ha I see what you did there”.

Okay we’re moving on where I start the count of how many times Friedrich calls Grell “my boy” so I can comment on it later. We’re at one.

Grell’s out of work “again” (it is at this moment that this Em regrets using italics for all the quotes bc I’m hand typing them) which signifies what I already said about this not being the first time Grell’s been fired. The difference here, Grell defends himself. We aren’t told of how the other conversations may have gone, but it doesn’t take a genius to look at the words “Grell swallowed hard” and know that this is probably his first time trying to defend himself. This Grell is supposed to be a reflection of Butler Grell™ after all and Butler Grell™ was not the most confident of people let’s say. To keep with that, he also stutters while trying to say it. When I hear it in my head I also imagine that his voice is wobbly too. They don’t have the best relationship, hell they don’t even have a good one. But I’m supposed to be going in order so we’ll come back to this.

The next paragraphs are about the job that dear Grell just lost. There’s weather here, but it’s more just atmosphere things rather than emotional things (though I can argue about how it was this atmosphere that adds onto the lifeless bleak that is how Grell will get to, but I digress). Anyways so they’re (Grell and his former boss Sally Bones) working with fish and I totally understand why Grell’s feeling sick because I would be too. Don’t get me wrong, I like fish when I’m eating it, not when I’m looking at it while freshly dead. As I was reading, I literally felt myself getting nauseous along with Grell so if that was the mission, mission accomplished.

First for this part, the name Sally Bones. It sounds so generic and like something that I’ve heard a million times so I looked it up, as one does, and will now share what I found, as I do. The first thing that would come up no matter how I typed it was a character from a book series called Varjak Paw. Sally, in that context, leads, and I quote from the fan wiki, “the largest group of rogue cats in the city.” Sally Bones…cats….Sally Bones here….fish…hmmm. I don’t know if that was on purpose but if so, I like it and if not, I still like it. Sally Bones is also apparently a totem with blonde hair that people like to write in porta potties but that’s wildly off what’s happening here so there’s just a new piece of information for you.

Continuing on, the fish stuff. While Grell gets fired after seeing the harvest for fish eggs, probably salmon from what I gathered in research but it could be another kind, it’s not said what happens after. I watched a video and, again, I completely understand Grell’s being sick because just bleh. Not for me. I don’t know at the moment if this fish stuff will become important, but I’m keeping it in the back of my mind because pigs did get connected so I’m keeping fish around too.

Okay back to Grell and his father. (For those following along with the fic on another tab, we’re at “I do not care whose fault it was, Grell,”)

And actually, that’s a line I wanna bring up. This is the first of twice that Friedrich says a direct statement of holding back anger. The other time which comes later is a much bigger stretch to say, but can still be said to be out of anger, just in a much more manipulative sense. Friedrich has dealt with all of the times that Grell’s gotten fired and is said to have had to have paid for it too. He’s frustrated, I get it, I can understand where he’s coming from. One thing with Friedrich, though, is he’s a smart man. He knows his way around words and non-verbal language (which in this case relies on tone and body language). As soon as Grell tries to defend himself, Friedrich cuts him off and Grell goes right back to being small again. He remembers his place next to his father and just becomes smaller and smaller as time goes on. It’s even said specifically that Grell bows his head in an accustomed shame. He’s used to this, especially when with his father. This shame comes back in the George section, but we aren’t there yet, so I’ll leave it for then.

Add a count to the Friedrich calls Grell his son counter. And in the sentence he forgets his own son’s age *insert sarcastic woo here*. There’s not much to say, it’s just showing another way that Friedrich is showing his lack of interest with his son (his only son, as we come to learn).

We also get our first look into the development of Grelle and her want for children. Grell doesn’t know it yet, but the insinuation is there and I’m pointing it out. I know your future, Grell, you can’t hide from me.

Okay so this next part is speculation and very iffy and mainly just that Ell told me there was something here and that it starts here with Grell listing out all of the jobs that he had previously. I was told to look at the scene where Grelle is talking about Beast’s death in the anime for Book of Circus. So I did. If we’re talking about speech patterns, then that’s something that I’ll have to keep in the back of my head to see throughout the whole thing. If we’re talking story-wise and what Grelle’s saying rather than how, I’m completely lost lol. My thought process went like this if we’re talking story-wise: scullery maid (that’s what Beast’s mom was), scullery maids are the lowest of the low servants and are assistants who do laborious tasks often working for the kitchen maids and are also the youngest usually, all of Grell’s jobs have something to do with kitchens (milk, eggs, bread, pig) so maybe that’s it. Grelle also calls Beast an “ugly old sow” but I don’t think that connects to anything really other than hey look more mentions of pigs. Essentially, the two things that this could lead to (from what I’ve gathered) are just speaking patterns when it comes to listing, or scullery maid in the kitchens.

We’re not done with this paragraph, though, nope not at all. Two things, then we can move on. First, donkey’s don’t have cud. For those who don’t know, cud chewing happens when an animal's stomach sends food back to the mouth to be chewed a second time. I know that donkey’s don’t chew cud because my mother is Jewish and there are dietary restrictions and stuff and donkeys aren’t allowed to be eaten because they don’t chew cud and don’t have split hooves. So take that baker, you don’t know what you’re talking about. That, or I’m taking this too literally. Oh well…Second! The pigs are back. So Grell “really, truly hated pigs.” but also, as I pointed out in the prelude, there is pig blood on him (or I guess by then, her). Whether this will be a change in heart or profession at some point, or maybe just a murder spree, is something we’ll have to find out as we get closer to the scene from the prelude.

Okay moving on (I’m gonna try and go a bit quicker now bc we’re edging 2.5k words and haven’t moved past section two sjsjsj)! Friedrich starts heavy here with his digs of “wtf is wrong with you” type stuff, especially when he says that “it’s as if you [Grell] intend on not working at all!” Throughout the whole conversation, Friedrich talks down to Grell as if he’s a child rather than a 27 year old which I can understand to an extent but ultimately isn’t the right way to go about everything. There’s a quick interjection about Grell feeling sick again about the image of cutting into an animal to “rearrange his insides” which to me is funny considering we all know how murdery Grelle becomes. It’s with the next paragraph and the next bit of dialogue that really kicks off what I like to call manipulation (also add one to the “my boy” count).

“Not many fathers would be as pliant with you after so many years of this… this… insolence.” That line is so hard hitting because, well, it’s true. A lot of fathers would have thrown him out already; this pattern of not being able to keep jobs just would not stand. Most of all, Grell knows it. He’s nervous because of it, as his dialogue and own body language goes on to say.

Friedrich continues on with his little scolding speech and I won’t pick at every line he says but just know he goes back and forth between the blatant digs while also having that like fake niceness in between. What I will point out for those who saw it and decided not to look it up, what he’s saying in German to Grell is “Damn boy. You will be the death of your family, I know that.” This has a double meaning to it as he means, literally, the death of the family in terms of lineage as Grell is an only child with still no heir of his own and, figuratively, the death of the family if he can’t get his shit together.

We continue on with Friedrich trying to just be like “yeah, we’ll find you something, it’ll be great.” but Grell, having gone through this cycle many times already, doesn’t display the body language that he obviously wants from his child. Grell purposefully makes himself small. Granted, Grell isn’t a very confident person regardless and would probably have issues with generally any and everything he came to do. Word choice I wanna point out here is that Grell is trying to make himself “small and remorseful”. The “remorseful” part specifically makes me think that part of this is Grell playing it up so that this conversation can finally be over and done with. I think that Friedrich picks up on this too which is why he goes in deep and says that he’ll kick Grell out of the house. They say that eyes are the window to the soul, but that “gentle” look in Friedrich’s eyes, I don’t buy it. Does he probably have good intentions inside, yeah, of course he does, that’s his son, his only child. But uh all those scenarios where Grell’s imagining his father throwing him out? Horrendous behavior right there. That tells me a bit differently.

AND THEN HE KEEPS GOING!! Friedrich pulls the “I’m only doing what’s best for you.” card!! And then he goes on and continues to repeat the “not everyone would be like this yk” bullshit and as someone who’s heard the whole “you should be grateful” speech many times, it’s not a tactic of motivation. It’s a tactic of manipulation. Friedrich is manipulative and this is a hill I will die on.

But the conversation moves on and Friedrich dismisses Grell to the kitchen to deliver the news to his mother. The way that Friedrich tells him is absolutely criminal in my opinion, but whatever, I’ve gone off enough about how my initial reactions to this man aren’t positive.

So before I move on to section 2 (omg we’re almost there, it’s real), there are two things I wanna go over. First, the name Friedrich. The rough meaning of it is “peaceful ruler” and the name was first given to a bishop. The last part “ric” can also mean power. He has power over Grell as his father. You see what I’m doing here. Just wanted to say. Also I was told by Ell that Friedrich is a first generation immigrant and that his original last name was Schadenklippe. So I googled the name. I got nothing lol. The page was blank. So I googled it separately. “Schaden” means damage in German and “Klippe” means cliff, so that was a start. Schaden is a verb for doing harm or causing damage. So he causes damage to Grell there, boom, analysis over thank you for coming. No, but, I’m just saying because I had this info given to me so I might as well overthink it.

The other thing is what separates the sections as they naturally are from each other. If you’re on desktop, you might not be able to see it, I know I couldn’t until I was on mobile. But it’s a record. A cinematic record, if you will. If you don’t understand the implications of that then I’ll give you a minute…got it? No? I’m telling you anyway: we’re watching Grelle’s records. This is a confirmed fact Ell confirmed it so it’s real. There was also a possible joke made that this is like Eric who’s watching it which would mean that Eric would have been the one to have reaper Grelle which is like to me the best thing ever. But it could’ve been a joke. Ell is cruel like that with me as I am simply just a lowly puppet on the strings which her big brain is holding up /j (the big brain part, though, that’s true y’all they’ve got some serious brain power).

But this FINALLY leaves us at the end of section 1. Onto section 2 which will be hopefully shorter for your sakes and mine.

Section 2: Mother

Okay I’m gonna try to not make this as long as section 1 was let’s see how well we fare.

First thing’s first, Ell revealed to me Grell’s mother’s name and is allowing me to use it here. Her name is *drum roll* Hilary. So the name Hilary means cheerful or happy and the Greek origins of the name come from the word for gracious. In other words, Hilary is not sad and will be giving us wholesome moments :D until they’re not wholesome anymore, of course, because we all know where this fic is ending up eventually and with all the scenes that Ell has alluded to me about…yeah that’s all I’m gonna say.

So uh remember how I mentioned the weather? Yeah well there wasn’t really any weather in the last section but there is now! It is sunny and nice(ish) out and sunshine means happy times are afoot. Which kinda makes sense considering how Hilary’s name means happiness, after all. The sun is usually used to show positivity and life in literature. Keep this weather in mind as it is here, it really helps set the atmosphere.

Next thing to point out (this is where I’m back to going in order for those following with the fic I’m right after Hilary asking Grell if he thinks the sun will stay out) Grell is a momma’s boy. Rather than tell her the truth which would probably make her sad, he holds out hope that the sun will stay out. This is the first instance of momma’s boy Grell, we see more as it goes on.

So now we’re at the inevitable confrontation. Hilary suggests a celebration for Grell’s job which she doesn’t know he lost yet. The way that she talks about things is just so much different from how Friedrich does, specifically when talking to Grell. I know that the contexts are different; he’s essentially scolding for losing another job while she’s blissfully unaware, but even just the way that Grell mentions how Hilary might react if Friedrich did kick him out shows that she’s most definitely the less harsh of the two parents. Hilary exudes warmth, that’s what I’m trying to say, basically.

I wanna mention an analogy that I forgot to mention here because I think it’s a beautiful way of putting her ignorance and hope: “...suddenly the kitchen felt warm as she smiled at the thought, wrapping the notion in a handkerchief and putting it in her lunchbox of faith.” This is technically about Hilary hoping the sun stays out, but I think it has a deeper meaning in the end. Hilary likes to keep hope out for things, she’s positive about situations, even little ones like the sun staying out. This extends to how she most likely views Grell and his whole, to put it lightly, inability to do much. She wraps the notion of hope in a handkerchief and puts it in her lunchbox of faith. She loves her son, and there’s nothing that’d change that and if something does change that I will start to cry (/hj).

So Grell’s trying to tell his mother, whom he loves so much, that he lost yet another job. And he just can’t do it. He can’t look at the woman he loves most in this world at that moment and tell her that he disappointed the family again. Looking at the comparison of their hands, a mother who loves her son and a son who loves his mother, Grell just can’t bring it to him to tell her. I like the comparison of their hands. 10 PM Em who had a day full of going to a party and so. many. errands. who I know for a fact won’t go back and edit this can’t tell you why, but know that I do.

A lot of this section is just kinda setting up Grell and his momma, particularly Hilary. Her ability to find the positives and be blissfully ignorant, whether from her own will to ignore the bad or just true ignorance to reality, is a contrast from the realist and literal person that is her husband. Grell might have gotten his smarts from his father, but you can tell that a lot of his personality most likely comes from his mother rather. Sure he might not have the childlike wonder or the ignorance, but he has the compassion and empathy, even if we’ve only seen it with his mother up to this point.

There are mentions of birds as well (for those following along we’re at the paragraph which starts “Oh, aren’t they lovely?”), specifically blue and coal tits. Spiritually, the blue tit represents happiness. It can also be an omen of love on the way as it represents love and trust as well. It can even represent the arrival of a bright future. This can be symbolic to how Grell’s future may play out. While we fans of Kuro already know what’s going to eventually happen, and we know it is much less than happiness, I think that there will be pieces of happiness before the fall. In order to fall from a great height, one has to get to that height in the first place, after all. Alternatively, we could ignore the happiness and omens of love and take it solely for the bright future which could be symbolic of her future as a reaper. It’s another fall from a great height, buuuttt, Grelle as a reaper seems to be really good at her job. Sure, William might chastise her for being lazy, but he does the same to Ronald and we know that he’s also a pretty competent reaper. Grelle gets what she needs to do and is a strong reaper, able to go against who is probably the strongest reaper we know of in the series, the Undertaker. Grell has a bright future ahead once he figures out who he really is as Grelle and in the profession of a grim reaper, both which are symbolized by the blue tit. Similarly, robins, which are also mentioned, can represent a myriad of things such as the arrival of new beginnings, redemption, and happiness. Once again, this can be symbolizing an ascension before the fall or Grelle in the future. I’m leaning more towards future Grelle because of the whole new beginnings part, but that’s up to the reader. There are other tits mentioned but I couldn’t find anything about them so we’re leaving it with the blue tit and robin.

With all the beautiful birds, there’s also one that’s mentioned to be disfigured and ugly. Despite that, Hilary still wants to help it out. I want to say that this bird is supposed to represent Grell, in a way. Compared to all the other men his age, he’s disfigured. He doesn’t have a stable job (let alone a job in the first place), a family of his own, not even a wife or girlfriend at the very least. Compared to the rest of society, he’s disfigured. Despite that, his mother still wants the best and wants to help him. All of this feels like foreshadowing to me, but I could be reading into things just way too much. We’ll see as more comes out.

Part 2 and 3 of Grell being a momma’s boy, he cuts the bread for her and later on goes to make a list of groceries for her rather than having her write it herself so he can go get some things that are needed. Hilary has a form of arthritis and so this is just another way that he can help look after her. He’s a good son and I love them so much, they’re so cute. It is a little worrying that it’s mentioned that it shouldn’t be as bad as it is given the time of year, but I’m going to brush over it for now and just keep it in mind for later.

There’s mention of a baker, Hargroves, but I doubt that he’s going to be too important so I won’t do much with him. (His name means “from the hare’s grove”) All that the paragraph really reveals is just more about Hilary’s personality and kindness as she would refuse free food, even from a friend/referenced past lover.

The last thing I wanna point out is the last phrase “sweet in gesture, bitter in procedure.” which is in reference to a kiss that Hilary gives Grell before he leaves to go get the stuff. Like I said before with the hands, 10 PM Em can’t say what and if I figure it out while I sleep I'll come back and edit this and if this is still here, know that I forgot. Okay? Okay. From what I can say right now in my state, Grell loves his mom and so the gesture is sweet, however all the underlying things that he never said or made known makes the whole thing bitter. I’m probably wrong, but that’s what I got.

Section 3: George

Last section woooo! Can you tell I’m losing my mind?

First thing’s first, the weather. It’s back to being grey and gloomy out. This grey and gloomy is probably going to be a recurring thing, not just because that’s the weather in Cornwall but also because it’s symbolism for Grell’s overall being. It’s like how in the prelude it was storming while Grelle was killing herself and how it’s much warmer and sunshiny with Hilary. Grell is just overall grey right now, and the weather reflects that.

The chapter opens with more Grell and Hilary bonding moments from the past and it’s cute, they’re cute, we know this. He’s helping her with her handwriting and we’ve seen Grelle’s handwriting in one of the chapters (I can’t remember which) but it looked really nice so it makes sense that he’d want to help. Hilary also apparently knew a lot of what was going on, which is like cool to me.

Quality control is here now everyone I went to sleep and now it’s the next day and I can properly think. For those wondering, no I’m not going back and editing the previous portions. I think it’s funny to see me descending into madness because I’m weak and can’t stay up past like 11 PM on a good day and function. I’m more functioning now, let’s continue.

So we’re gonna talk hair now because that’s where I left off. I tried looking up the significance of long hair on men in cultures, but I don’t think that that’s where anything is going to connect. Rather, the long hair is significant to Grell/e themselves. When Grell, there isn’t really a reason for him to have his hair long. In the late 18th century, it was commonplace (mainly in the 1780s) for men to lightly powder their hair, but by the 1790s, it was really only something that the older men did. Considering that it’s outright stated that Grell doesn’t like (or at least isn’t fond of) his hair, he doesn’t have a reason to have it long. Honestly, I just thought that Butler Grelle (who this Grell is based off of) had their (?? idk what pronouns to use for Butler Grelle I’m just gonna use they/them) hair long because it would’ve been easier for Grelle herself, but I digress. It doesn’t seem like Grell’s ever had his hair really short, so the fact that he does can either be a surface level keeping his mother (who does seem to like it) happy or a deeper subconscious where it kinda feels right but he can’t figure out why and he doesn’t like it but can’t part with it. Then again, we do know that Grelle has her hair short in the OVA and so the long hair could eventually be cut down to that length to show her moving on from her past, as the cutting of hair usually symbolizes the end of a chapter in life. That one’s probably the most probable.

So now we get into the meat of this section where George and unnamed other man friend of George come across Grell while he’s out. Grell is not ready for this interaction, obviously, and I won’t lie, I was kinda scared reading this part. At first I thought they were gonna be like mean and not friendly at all, which isn’t completely the case. They’re just people who know Friedrich.

George and unnamed man kind of take the whole time to just talk about Grell as if he isn’t right there in front of them. They talk about the struggle to get a job, what he looks like, the fact that he’s pretty quiet (not even saying a word the whole conversation), and even talking about Hilary right there in front of him.

The main reason that Grell doesn’t speak is because of a) the discomfort he’s feeling and b) the overwhelming anxiety coursing through him. He’s become very aware of the fact that his father talks about him and goes through a mess of thoughts as he overthinks it all. In fact, he overthinks everything that’s said to him, a testament to his horrible confidence in himself. Anyways so I’m gonna pick apart what they say about Grell now so bullet point time!

“Your father tells us you’re struggling to get a job.”

Friedrich talks about Grell during his work. We never get clarity on exactly who George and Co. are to him, but it’s people who at the very least have known him for long enough to have known of Grell since he was somewhat younger and have interacted with Friedrich in the near past. Either way, Friedrich talks about Grell during work or just while out and so yeah.

The whole looks like his mother or father thing

When being described as looking similar to his mother, Grell’s happy and gets a genuine blush. At this moment here, before realizing that “he” might not be “him” after all, Grell’s just happy to be compared to his mother in a positive light. He’s described as feeling “lighter” and that it feels like the sun has come out (more weather symbolism where sunshine = happiness = Hilary). Then George says that he’s more like his father and Grell just deflates. There was a post that Ell had reblogged about this scenario too that I connected to this and that one gets to a more subconscious level. Basically, it’d be that Grell liked being compared to his mother over his father because it means that he’s seen in a more feminine way which, as a mtf trans person, would be ideal.

There’s the misunderstanding with Grell shaking his head at his own thoughts and George and Co. thinking he means otherwise, but there isn’t really anything there besides him (Grell) almost speaking but getting interrupted in the end

George and Co. talking about Hilary also doesn’t have much to say except that Grell got somewhat visibly upset

“broad-buckled and like a cryptid he remained.”

This is another way to show Grell not being confident. A lot of times, people will feel huge and like a monster when they don’t fit in (and use it as a reason why they wouldn’t fit in). I’m explaining it poorly, but the best most recent place I can remember it being used is in Taylor Swifts’ MV for Antihero (I think, don’t quote me on that, it’s one of the recent ones) where she’s much bigger sitting in a dining room. The lyrics reflect it as well when she sings “Sometimes, I feel like everybody is a sexy baby/And I’m a monster on the hill”. The feeling is similar to that

“Friedrich said that was his namesake, aye.”

The name Grell means “rough angry.” I have no idea what they’re talking about. But okay.

There’s more to this, but I feel like we need more info on Friedrich in order to make the connection (or at least, I need more info) so it’s another thing going to the back of the mind.

“Have you taken a liking to the family profession, yet, lad?”

Irony. Grell doesn’t like the “visceral mutilation” of his father’s profession. Grelle does. She even finds a wife out of it (Redcliff supremacy idc). It is nice that Friedrich at the very least never pushed Grell into going into the medical business, only using it as a last resort or empty threat, but I still don’t like him very much right now.

Okay we’re at the end now so back to paragraphs. We’re just at where they say that it’s a shame that Grell doesn’t follow in Friedrich’s footsteps as he is a great man. Grell can’t imagine having a similar life as his father as a husband and father himself; it makes him sick to do so, enough to rush away. He states how he’d never feel a true connection with his imaginary kids and it sickens him. Grell does not want to be the man nor person his father is or ever would be. Grell doesn’t want the family (kinda), he doesn’t want the wife he pretends to love, he doesn’t want the strained relationship with his kids. He doesn’t like it, and there’s nothing wrong with that. The only thing wrong here is the expectation that that’s what he needs to succeed. As a person who doesn’t want nor has ever wanted kids of my own, I can relate to the kids part. Constantly I get told that I’ll change my mind when I’m older and I have a partner of my own who does want kids, but I know that that will never happen. Kids aren’t needed to be successful, and neither is a proper family. Unfortunately, the stereotypical family man of the late 1700s is what’s expected of Grell and so he can’t really promote his thinking of otherwise, especially when he’s the one carrying the family reputation in a sense.

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If my over 6k word analysis is to say anything, let it be this, this story is filled with so many things that I love and can’t wait to see where it goes. I’m gonna start a taglist for this, so if you wanna be added, tell me and I’ll add you. And let me know what you all think of my ideas as well or share any ideas you may have!! Comments and asks are open so please, I love talking about this and as the appointed co-number one fan and analyzer, talk to me about it and I will love you forever. Okay that’s all I’m gonna go take a fat nap now haha. Until next chapter!

Taglist: @hobbit-in-kuroshitsuji @superjelly11

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IGNORE THE ACCIDENTAL UNFOLLOW I DIDN'T RECOGNIZE THE BUTTON FROM DESKTOP OTL

2, 3, 4, 9, 10, 19, 24, 25, 30, 33, 36, aaand 40 :>

KALKSDKHGLSDKHGASLKG IT'S OKAY LMFAO

You can find the ask game here!

Also, I answered questions 2 and 4 in Sierra's ask here, and I don't really have more to say on them lol Sorry :/ The answers in that post are pretty in depth though

I am going to put this under a read more too lol

3. How would you describe your writing style?

Uuuuuhhhhhh

Define that word and use it in a sentence aslkghsdlkhgsldkh

Um, I honestly don’t really know how to describe writing styles or mostly really any other artistic medium styles?? Ise told me once that my writing was loud in a good way, and Reese said that my writing is very earnest. I guess what I would say about it is that I try to fill it with emotion, whether it’s an emotional piece or something comedic. I’m a very emotional person and that’s how I connect with basically everything, so I try to connect with people through my writing by making it an emotional gateway so to speak

Yeah, I don’t know if that’s a writing style, but that felt good to say about it lol

9. Thoughts on cliffhangers.

They are so very fun when I do them >:3 But every time I’m met with one as an audience member I always do the surprised pikachu face aslkhgsdlgkhlgh

They’re still fun as an audience member, but I will be absolutely consumed with the need to know what happens next lol The worst cliffhanger I’ve ever been faced with was the cliffhanger at the end of The Mark of Athena from the Heroes of Olympus series by Rick Riordan, and I was caught up to the series so I had to wait A WHOLE. YEAR. JUST FOR HIM TO LAUGH IN MY FACE IN THE DEDICATION PAGE OF THE HOUSE OF HADES

I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU RICK RIORDAN EVEN THOUGH I WOULD HAVE DONE THE EXACT SAME THING BUT STILL!!!

EVIL EVIL EVIL LMAO

10. Top three favourite fic tropes.

Found family, hurt/comfort, and idk man, I don’t really categorize fics into tropes in my head. I looked up fanfic tropes and the lists I got didn’t really give me something that I would recognize as liking a lot except the hurt/comfort one lol Uh, I like it when characters who aren’t shown interacting much in canon are interacting with each other and what their relationship is like. And I like reading about the same idiots falling in love a hundred different ways lol

19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

I know you’re probably fishing for more Meadow content, but I haven’t written enough yet that’s sharable without it being basically just the first three very short chapters aslkghslgkhs So here’s the last few paragraphs I have written for the John fic instead! :D

“Stop! Please, that's enough!”

The vision slows to a stop before slowly fading away, and John is back in his office again, his whole body shaking with fear and anger as he fights off tears. He breathes heavily and wipes at his eyes before he looks back over at the Light.

“Why would someone do this? Why would someone make this miracle without there being an end point? Why would they drag other people into it who don't want to get caught up in the entanglement of infinity?” he asks it with a trembling voice.

Because it is a miracle worth inventing. The Light says. Someone made my creator's existence, and they loved life and existence so much that they wanted to extend that joy of creation to others.

“They had no right,” John says, voice low and deadly. He grabs onto the armrests of his chair and grips them so tightly his knuckles turn white. “I want to meet them. I want to destroy them. Once everyone knows what they have done to us, they will all want that too.” He takes a breath to try and steady his voice. “How do we leave existence to confront this creator?”

The Light of Creation remains silent for a moment. I am built to be used for whatever my master's will is, so if you want to take me home to meet my creator and the creator of your existence, all you need is to say the word. We'll get the word out to everyone in this plane, and with my help, you will all be able to lead a revolution that will lead to the destruction of existence itself.

“That is my plan,” John says, eyes narrowed and his heart pounding in his chest. “And I will destroy anything that gets in my way.”

24. Thoughts on flashbacks/flashforwards.

Flashbacks and flashforwards my beLOVEDS!!!!! <3

Flashbacks are great because they could be used for such emotional depth or as comedic timing (I usually use them for emotional scenes that give context to the present) and flashforwards are great when you want to time skip and the comedic potential for those are AMAZING!!!

“So what ever we do, we’re not going to do x, right?”

*flashforward to the Event*

*they did x and are now in trouble*

Truly one of the best comedic tropes of all time!!!

25. Is writing the whole thing beforehand better or worse than writing it as you go?

I’m assuming this means writing it as you post it for like, multi-chapter works and stuff, and honestly, I think both have their strengths and weaknesses. Back when I was writing fanfic for pjo, all I wrote were multi-chapter fics, and I posted them as I wrote them, and doing that and having the feedback of people reading and liking what I wrote gave me the motivation to keep going, and it was the first time I almost ever finished a fic. I was really close to the end game in one of them, and it had a lot of chapters too and I had been working on it for a really long time, but between having Wattpad taken away for a long time because I was severely neglecting school and having to stop writing it, actively being bored with it and hating it by the time I got back to it, and, since it was my first fanfic and first and only fic at the time where it was a self-insert along with inserts of some of my friends, I started hating it even more because I my friendships with most of the people I was writing about were shaky at best and I was actively trying to get away from them at worst. May or may not be tangentially related to why I was hesitant writing another self-insert fanfic even if I’m the only insert.

But I digress

The downside to writing it as I post though is that I can’t go back and do major changes to the story once I’ve posted it and am actively working on it, and also the pressure to not abandon it no matter what because some people are reading it and are invested is real

With writing everything before I post it now, especially now that I’m working on two mulit-chapter fics, it’s harder to stay motivated because I don’t have that constant feedback to keep me going, but that’s lessened a lot by being able to share snippets of my writing in ask and tag games and talking about it a lot with people. And by not posting it right away, I can go back and make major changes as I see fit, whether it’s rewriting a whole chapter or changing a major event that affects the whole story and changing the structure of the story itself. I like having that freedom, but it is harder because with most of the smaller fics I write, I can look it over a couple of times and hit post and I don’t have to worry about it again because it’s out there. Now that I have the freedom to do as many edits as I feel are necessary while I work out everything else, I’m able to second guess myself and go through an endless loop of editing. And the project seems so much bigger because I’m trying to do it all at once, and there’s still pressure that I have to post it eventually because I’ve been hyping it up so much, but there is a little bit of reassurance that I can go fuck this if I want somewhere down the line, and yeah, people will be really disappointed, but they won’t be stuck on a cliffhanger or something and never get that closure.

I think what I’m going to do with the Julia fic though as a compromise is that I’m going to try and write at least all of Here There Be Gerblins, if not the next arc or two also before I start posting. That way I can get it out there as a motivator and still have that solid base of reassurance that I did okay with it before sending it out to the world. Also, having you as my beta reader really helps too lol :3 I almost forgot I was answering your questions, Sunny and was going to tag you as my beta reader, oops lol

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.

I feel like I’ve answered a similar question to this before in a different ask game, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what the plot of the fic I was going to write but then didn’t was slhgslakdhglsdhg

I remember there was a prompt someone sent in last year, before I even made this side blog, and the person had just read the tumblr version of Drinking Your Feelings, and I had just reblogged a different prompt list than the prompt I got for that fic from, so when they sent in their ask, I originally thought it was for the new list and not from the other one. I had outlined the fic I was going to write for that before I realized that they probably meant the other one, and they clarified that they did want the other one which is how In The Lively City happened.

I know it was supposed to be blupjeans centric, but I think it had something to do with Barry and Taako being the characters actually present, and Taako was getting on Barry’s ass to make a move which he adamantly refused. The only reason I remember that is because I vaguely remember lifting that concept for An Unconventional Way of Getting the Light, but that’s all I remember about it

33. Give your writing a compliment.

I can, and have, made people go feral because of emotions, and every time I do I go ehehehe >:3 lol

36. How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of?

Most of the time, I write the fic and save the file name as a quick phrase of what it’s about, then when I’m done writing it and am faced with posting it on ao3, I drink some water, stare at my computer screen until my eyes lose focus and I zone out, and then I astrally project my consciousness to pray to writing gods that may or may not exist, then I come back into focus because I realized that I haven’t even opened up ao3 yet to get the draft ready, then I put the cursor into the bar to type the name of the fic after doing all the appropriate tagging, then I drink more water, zone out, try to summon the spirit of Justin McElroy because he’s the best at naming things, that doesn’t work, so I go over in my head everything I just wrote, and then finally I have a shitty idea that is decent enough to earn its place as title and I write it down then change the file name on my computer to match it lol

And the names I think I’m most proud of is a tie between A Song of Love Played Ad Infinitum, No Aliens On the Moon, and A Witness of Corruption

Those titles iirc actually came to me fairly quickly :3

40. Write a 9-word fic.

Magnus steals Angus again, and they play with dogs

#Thank you for sending this in!! :D #Also; sorry it took even longer than I expected it too; I got really hungry part way through and had to go eat dinner lol #ask game #Gab gabs

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U LITERALLY UPDATED WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS but hi im sending it anyway because i do love giving feeback and opinions lol. i was rereading to prep before ryeji day and i have(had?) some thoughts. if anything is incoherent i’m sorryyyy but like we are seeing each other rn like i Understand.

to start off, i think its soooo funny how BOTH of them decided to keep the field of wildflowers secret during their respective grillings. like. lol. ok .

i honestly think...considering what we learn in chapter 7, that whole couch thing really ends up reading to me as ryujin trying to gauge the situation and see if yeji has any interest in her at all. cuddling into her like that I SEE U. I SEE HERRRR. which makes yeji's comment about ryu having "no ulterior motive" 10x funnier to me.

adding on to that, i think the fact that yeji does slip up a bit with how she's managing her feelings towards ryu both a) encourages ryujin to push forward a little more e.g. inviting her to pregame, sitting pressed up against yeji, all of her friends somehow disappearing from the dancefloor. and b) makes me wonder about how any potential "ryujin finds out yeji went off and slept with someone else" scenes will go. (for both of them really, like i do think yeji will definitely be feeling some type of way (bad) afterwards regardless of how soon ryujin may or may not find out).

to that last point, i remember how ryujin reacted when chaer asked her if it was okay that she had hooked up with yeji, before she had actually acknowledged any sort of feelings or desire towards her, compared to now, where she's gotten to the point of realizing her physical attraction but (as far as we know) no real emotional connection beyond being friends (yet). so i'm really curious about how she'll end up coming around to the realization that she's wayyyy more into yeji than she originally thought, and how yeji's actions in chapter 8 will affect her after she does come to that realization. like to me it feels like there's a high possibility of that feeding back into the deryusions and reinforcing ryu's idea that yeji only sees her as a friend. (WELL. THAT FIRST PARAGRAPH OF CHAPTER 9. LOL LMAOOOO. LMAOOOOO. )

it's really so funny to me watching it go back and forth between perspectives and seeing both of them go "there's no WAY she wants me back", like as frustrating as that kind of cycle could be it doesn't read as cliche or frustratingly boring because it's more of just both characters being unsure of what the other wants and acting based on that perception, true or not, and its written in such a way that keeps you engaged with the story and characters.

i honestly could go on and on about yeji's self-image in this fic (i had sent an ask a little over a week ago about it, and i did draft up some of my thoughts about her but it ended up being LONG AF lmao). but she's really so... as much as she is confident, i think it's briefly touched on in the fic itself, having a reputation does go both ways, and i think the way that she sees people treat her and the way she thinks they feel about her really are getting to her head when it comes to actually wanting to date someone. that comment she makes about people not seeing her as "girlfriend material" (the biggest lie ever), and how she's never been "it" for someone... ohhh baby no.... and as much as she is confident she's still almost convinced that ryujin would only ever see her as a friend which leads her to keep treating her as such (because above all else at the moment, they ARE friends, and yeji isn't the type of person who would push more than she thinks ryujin is willing to accept) and also to her misinterpretation of and outright refusal to read into any potential signals that ryujin might actually share her feelings.

i always feel a little bit silly whenever i do this because.w ell obviously YOU know all this already but here i am talking ur ear off about something u literally wrote and thought through urself and this also ended up being way longer than i thought it would even after i rewrote most of it to try and trim it down. idk this fic is making me crazy af omg….its genuinely...so well written. i love slow burn and narratives and character nuance and the ins and outs of relationship development and ur giving all of that and more. 🖤🖤🖤 OFF TO READ THE REST OF CH 9 NOW AAAAA

OMG I LOVE THIS i love comments and asks like this literally pls never stop!!! imma go under a read more so i can respond to each point!

also yesss you manifested the update LOL i hope you enjoy chapter 9!!!! and this is not incoherent at all i love it i live for this like i said like comments like this are the best part of posting fic i'm so serious

keeping the flower field private is so gay..... like ladies......

LOL i'm very glad you picked up on this! and since chapter 9 is out it's been confirmed lol, ryu definitely had an ulterior motive there. yeji was just a bit too much in her own head about everything to realize it

yes for sure! yeji doesn't want to scare ryu off (since she doesn't know how she feels), but she's only human, so like drunkenly telling her she looks hot on instagram is definitely the type of thing that ryu would see and be like "okay there's maybe more here than i originally thought." like i don't think she would've invited yeji over that night at all if that hadn't happened (even if she wanted to see her). also like, yes ryu, yeji is friendly foward and flirty, but she is for sure different with you than she is with her besties lol. and we didn't have yeji pov after that last hookup, but i can guarantee she didn't feel good about it. both because it wasn't ryujin and because she wasn't fully present with the person she was actually with. she's definitely the type of person who would feel really guilty about thinking about someone else during sex even if it's not on purpose

i do think ryu is in an interesting place with her feelings. she realized in chapter 7 that she's attracted to yeji, but then after they spent halloween together that's when she realized she's definitely feeling more than just physical attraction. she's kind of back and forth in this space (at least pre chapter 9) where part of her is like "yeji probably only wants to be my friend" and "yeji doesn't do relationships, but maybe she would want to hook up?" (BUT YES CHAPTER 9 LMAO)

i'm so glad to hear it's not reading in a cliche or frustrating way! like they're kind of dummies, but you can't really blame them. both of them have perceptions of themselves and each other that are getting in the way of jumping into a real romantic relationship, but that's kind of how life works (especially when you're young). i honestly think it would be expecting a lot from a couple of college students to think they would just like sit down and talk about their feelings in that vulnerable and honest kind of way. they are communicating and getting closer, but these things are a bit of a dance. so i guess i'm just trying to capture that real kind of slow burn back and forth. i don't want it to be contrived and slow just for the sake of it i just want them to feel real!

omg yes yes that ask! i loved that and if you ever have more thoughts on nmau yeji please do share i love talking about her and thinking about her and writing her! (the longer the better 😈) she's definitely both self aware and also not at all lol, which, again, is only fair for a college student i think. i think it's probably true that many people (ryujin included) don't assume she's looking for anything serious because she's never really shown the opposite to be true, but it doesn't mean no one views you as girlfriend material baby girl pls! she has high self esteem but it mostly manifests in those fields in which she's confident. hookups, soccer, certain classes. she knows she's hot, knows other people think that, but she has no romantic experience, and she's really feeling that lack of confidence in that area. she likes ryujin to the point where it's definitely getting in her way, but she just really wants to handle it with care it just happens to be a bit clumsy too!

PLEASE don't feel silly omg. i think so deeply about what i'm writing and the fun thing about it is some people will read what i wrote go "cool story!" and go on with their day until the next update. but some people (like you!!) will read my writing much more critically. i love to see what people pick up on deeper levels. the foreshadowing, motifs, nuances of characterization. like yes i know what i'm putting in, but seeing what other people pick up from my writing is genuinely my favorite part of posting! it's touching to me that you like my fic (and my yeji) so much, so thank you for this ask and your last one (and any future ones!!) 🖤🖤🖤

#made my night with this fr!!!#i hope you liked chapter 9 i would love to hear your thoughts :D #asks #🖤 anon #nmau #and imma tag #writing stuff #bc i feel like i got deeper into some of the Writing Stuff in my answer lol idk it's like 1 am and i am very tired #thank u for this beautiful ask fr!!#hopefully i answered coherently lol <3

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𝙉𝙄𝙆𝘼: 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀𝙎

𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙊𝙉 𝘼𝙂𝙀

Nika was born in Orzammar, part of House Kader of the warrior caste. Her mother was a traditionalist through and through, loyal to their House and the King. Her father, however, wanted more. He was an idealist who believed Orzammar could do much better-- their family could do much better-- and he instilled this ambition in his daughter as well. Nika joined the army at an early age, and worked her way up from a mere soldier to Orzammar's army general, impressing even the King with her feats of valor and dutifulness. Young, brilliant, ambitious, addicted to power, she maneuvered her way from the King's war table to his bed-chamber, and would soon become Endrin Aeducan's consort and give birth to a son-- Bhelen. Yet it was not enough, it would never be enough for Nika, and a new plan was set into motion: dethroning Endrin and taking his place. Nika's short-term plan regarding the coup was to remove the King from the position of Commander-in-Chief and create a War Council working independently of the Assembly. Long term plans included abolishing the caste system, opening Orzammar’s gates to the surface, and reclaiming and rebuilding as much as possible of the lost thaigs. All of this would remain only an attempt, however. Bhelen was still a baby when she was exiled after the botched attempt at taking King Endrin's life and assuming control. Nika Kader’s name was all but struck from the record. The people of Orzammar still remember her, but her legacy– all the soldiers she’d personally trained, the successful incursions on darkspawn she’d led, the sections of the Deep Roads she’d secured– has been reduced to vague mentions of a treacherous wife and mother and a cautionary tale for the nobles to better scrutinize their consorts. She survived in the Deep Roads on her own long enough to reach a Legion of the Dead outpost and then fought by their side for a couple of years before joining a contingent of Orlesian Grey Wardens and leaving for the surface. Here, she was reborn, eventually rising in rank to Warden-Lieutenant, and seeking to return to Orzammar and finish what she started.

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙍

Nika was born to Yarina and Dzhanniy of Clan Kader, a small and modest family line but comprised of valorous warriors, loyal to Mahakam to a fault. She trained as a warrior from an early age and joined the Mahakam Volunteer Army, not shying away from any battle, no matter how unlikely the odds of victory. She rose through the ranks quickly, making a name for herself after becoming a veteran of Mayena and Brenna. Once she returned to Mahakam, she advanced further, both socially and politically, by becoming Brouver Hoog’s consort. Having a son together, Bhelen, sealed Nika’s joining of Clan Hoog and her position of relative authority over the Mahakam army.

Still, it was not good enough for Nika, as the Elder-in-Chief was the absolute ruling power, and whenever she and Brouver had a disagreement, Nika would have to accept his decisions. Furthermore, she believed that Mahakam’s status as a vassal state of Temeria-- even if only in name-- was an insult to all its inhabitants, and they would not see true independence and prosperity unless they made a move against the Northern Kingdoms, especially Temeria. Though this view was not without supporters, the majority of the Clan Council, including the Elder, were firmly in opposition.

When the Second Northern war ended and things began to settle across the Continent, Nika, backed up by a division of loyalists from the Volunteer Army, attempted a coup against Brouver Hoog, seeking to claim the role of Elder-in-Chief for herself. Though exceedingly violent and difficult to put down, the coup failed in the end. Nika and her loyalists were given swift and decisive trials, some of them sentenced to death, others imprisoned or exiled, depending on their involvement. Nika herself was exiled from Mahakam, her name struck from the records and she would only be remembered as The Usurper Mother. Clan Kader faded into obscurity and eventually died out, branded renegades and traitors due to Nika’s actions.

Nowadays, Nika roams the Continent together with a band of warriors who have either followed her into exile from Mahakam or joined her along the way, enthralled by her ideals of war and sovereignty. Most of them are dwarves, though they occasionally pick up other people too, for the most part temporarily. Nika herself is still aware of what is happening within the borders of Mahakam and every little political gossip and intrigue as she has several spies and contacts who provide her with information. She’s still planning to strike back against Brouver Hoog and all those who support him, working as a bounty hunter and mercenary, and biding her time.

𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙎 𝙀𝙁𝙁𝙀𝘾𝙏 𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙔

Kader Nika is a warlord who fought in the Krogan Rebellions and lived to tell the tale. Even among the krogan, she is known for her ruthlessness and iron will, and has many supporters as she’s always proven to put her people’s interests first and protect them fiercely. Dissatisfied with the leadership of Clan Kader, Nika invoked the Rite of Authority and swiftly rose victorious over the previous leader. As a warlord, she went on leading her people to battle against other Clans, conquering and assimilating them and thus promoting the growth of Clan Kader on Tuchanka and beyond. Eventually, she forged an allegiance with Clan Urdnot and gave birth to a healthy child, Urdnot Wreav, which only propels her importance in krogan society.

Nika’s ambition, however, was to rule as Overlord on Tuchanka and lead the krogan to war against the galaxy once more, starting with the Council. This pushed her and her warriors to commit acts of violence against their own people, procuring large amounts of weapons of mass destruction, hiring off-world mercenaries and criminal gangs, pillaging everything in their path to a unified Tuchanka under Nika’s rule. The climax of this was when a botched attempt at turning against Clan Urdnot and its leaders ended with the death of several mothers and their children. Perhaps ironically, the Clans on Tuchanka did unite for once due to Nika’s actions, but not to support her-- instead, they unanimously decided that she and Clan Kader went too far and would be exiled from their homeworld, branded renegades, and forbidden from ever re-entering krogan society.

Thus, Nika, accompanied by a dozen or so members of the now-dissolved Clan Kader, left Tuchanka and are roaming the fringes of the galaxy in search of supporters and ultimately revenge.

𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙎 𝙀𝙁𝙁𝙀𝘾𝙏: 𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙀𝘿𝘼

In this iteration, Nika and most of Clan Kader signed up for the Andromeda Initiative. Nika herself played a major role in the Nexus uprising. She wasn’t part of the krogan work crews who were asked to provide military support-- she was one of the rebels, openly opposing the Nexus leadership and encouraging others to follow her against them. After the rebellion was quelled and those involved exiled, Nika and her associates ended up on Elaaden. However, they refused to join New Tuchanka or defer to Nakmor Morda‘s leadership. Instead, they chose to settle somewhere else on Elaaden, spending their days recruiting new members and leading incursions against Nexus personnel and propriety.

#NIKA ABOUT: a stir within the blood and the dreams lay thick; a call beating within the heart and one road left #long post #BOY HOWDY #i thought i would write a paragraph for each but here i am lmao #i wont put this under read more because theyre weird sometimes and its important info that needs to be accesible from mobile and everything #but!!!#long post tw #long post cw #i'm going to redo some of her tags as well #if you want to interact and need another verse hmu!! i can put more together #needless to say nika is meant to be an antagonist role in most cases #she's not Nice at all

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delicrieux · 4 years

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too.

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby.

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air.

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully.

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr.

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby?

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too.

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen.

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration.

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised.

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls. The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly, “get my pretty name out of your mouth.”

There’s a pause full of tense silence.

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.”

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis.

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing.

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan.

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach.

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno.

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi.

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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polyghostfacehours · 3 years

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Alright, alright, alright! You said I should request something so here I am! Let me get ahhhh Poly!Ghostface fic obvi, Billy and Stu and the reader with some roleplay. I am thinking our two boys all in costume plan a scene, call the reader up while they are masturbating, dirty talk, the reader plays the part and tries to deny it, more teasing until what the reader doing cannot be mistaken, totally obvious. Then those boys "break in" and join them! Mutual masturbation ensues, maybe more? Bless XO

Ohohoho! Does it hurt carrying such a large fat galaxy brain? Because this is the *chef's kiss* good shit. I made this female reader so that I could make this super detailed and good for you. Fair warning: this got looooooooong lmao. I also incorporated squirting near the end, just because I wanted to try my hand at it adn wanted to write how I think the boys would react to it! If that's not your thing you can skip the last few paragraphs!

TW: NSFW, sex, voyeurism, attempted dub-con roleplay, brief knifeplay, brief slutshaming, squirting/female ejaculation.

It's been a little over a whole week since Billy and Stu had mentioned wanting to have another roleplay sesh, and the anticipation was getting to you. Normally, they did it within the week of discussing it. But they sure were taking their sweet ass time now. But then again, that was part of the fun, wasn't it? Make the plan, then live out your lives like normal until they decide it's time.

It was fun, it was sexy, and you were getting wet just thinking about it.

So wet, in fact, that you found yourself unable to sleep. With a huff, you kick off your blanket and panties and get to work. If they weren't going to be helping you out for god knows how long, what was the harm in relieving some tension? You knew that they forbid you from touching yourself in the days leading up to a session, but you couldn't help it, really. They'd been rebuffing almost all sexual contact with you the whole week, yet were just as affectionate with each other as always. It was torture to watch them heatedly make out on top of each other while Don't Look Now reran.

Sweet sweet torture.

The memory still fresh in your mind, you sigh as your fingers find your clit, alternating between rubbing tight circles and rapidly stroking up and down. Your other hand was rubbing and tugging your nipples over the thin tank top you wore, the fabric bringing a nice, silky feeling that shot straight down to your already dripping core.

After awhile of this, you were getting closer. So close. Almost there...and!-

RRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG

Your hands paused and your eyes shot open. You scramble upwards to look for your phone, throwing the sheets off the bed in your scramble. Once you spotted it, you looked at the caller ID and blinked in confusion.

Unknown Number

You knew it couldn't be Billy and Stu, they weren't even home. just yesterday, they had driven out of state for their, ah, extracurricular activities, and had mentioned not being home for at least a couple of more days.

So whoever this was...wasn't them. No harm answering though, you supposed. As you were about to hit the pick up button, you paused, and a fucked up idea crossed your mind. What if you...kept touching yourself? But also picked up the phone? You wouldn't dirty talk with the stranger, of course, but just acting like you weren't fingering yourself as you spoke?

A shiver went through you at the sheer taboo of it, and a thought crossed your mind that the boys must've really fucked you up if you were even entertaining such a thought.

Your heart thumped in your chest as you leaned back against your pillows, hands going back to their original positions on your body, and before you could make better life decisions you hit the pick up button.

"Hello?"

"Hello Y/N"

OH. Oh no.

If your heart wasn't pounding before, it for sure was now. There was no way they were home already. They had just left yesterday. You look over to your closed blinds, closed walk-in, and closed bedroom door. There's no way they could see you. You hadn't heard anyone come home and had made sure the front door was locked less than an hour ago.

You smirked. They must be calling from wherever they were on the road. It was probably Billy's idea too, to get you riled up and drive you crazy days before they could even get back.

Your hands started to move faster, this had went from taboo to a straight up opportunity. They had denied you all week, and you weren't even allowed to touch yourself. Yet here you were, doing just that. Getting yourself off against your boyfriends' wishes while they were none the wiser.

The thought alone almost had you moaning out loud. But you couldn't have that.

You fingers dipped into your pussy "Yes, this is her? Who is this?"

The voice chuckled. You couldn't tell if it was Billy or Stu, but you could tell that it was sexy. God you loved that stupid voice modulator.

"I think you already know the answer to that, baby. It's me, your favorite midnight stalker."

Your breathe almost hitched as your fingers rubbed a spot inside you and your palm grinded against your clit, but you held it in.

"Aaah, it's you! It's been awhile since I've heard from you. Sooo, how are the kids?"

"Not growing inside of you, unfortunately."

You bit your lip at that. You weren't sure if you had a breeding kink or not, but something about that statement had you arching your back.

"Mmmm, I see. And how about the missus? She doing well?"

"Oh, she's doing well. Almost too well."

Your hands briefly froze, before continuing their task. You had already established they weren't there. They were probably bluffing, hoping to convince you into having some steamy phone sex. It wouldn't be the first time. But you weren't going to give it to them. After the way they denied you all week, they didn't deserve it.

"She seems to be really enjoying herself right now, even though I explicitly told her not to."

"Aww, that seems like a real shame. But you shouldn't assume things. She's probably just watching reruns of The Fog."

You were proud of how steady your voice sounded, the phone now cradled between your shoulder and ear, freeing your hand to once again flick at your nipples.

"She isn't."

You almost chuckle.

"In fact..."

You were almost there. You close your eyes and tilt your head back, so lost in the feeling, the voice, the naughtiness...that you don't hear the sound of the walk-in closet opening.

"The little slut has been touching herself the entire time."

At the sound of the voice no longer coming from the phone, your eyes once again shot open and your body moved itself on it's elbows. And before you can mentally process anything, the bed dips on either side as the two masked figures you're so familiar with surround you.

Their cocks are already outside of their unzipped jeans. One, that you recognized as Stu's, was only half hard and the other, Billy's, was painfully hard; flushed, angry, and leaking, as if he had been rapidly stroking it just seconds prior from walking over to you.

You eyes glance down the length of your bed to see the closet door wide open, the insides of one of the doors coated in ropes of sticky white cum. You must have really been in the moment if you hadn't heard Stu's usual loud ass moans as he came. Or maybe Billy had put a hand over his mouth. It didn't matter either way now, as his dick was already hardening again. Stu's stamina truly was something of a marvel.

You go to reach up and help stroke them both, but the reality of the situation came crashing down when Billy tangles his fingers into your hair and pulls your head back. Suddenly, you have a knife to your throat, the steel frightening, yet familiar in it's coldness.

"Oh, no, no, no. Bad girls don't deserve to get what they want when they break the rules" Billy hisses. You know he's not actually angry angry, but if the way his dick pulses every other second in front of your face says anything, you can tell he's surely frustrated with you.

Stu's hand is now wrapped around his own cock, stroking at a languid pace. You hear his giggle cracking behind the modulator, and he joins in on the taunting.

"Yeah. It's pretty fucked up of you to break the rules like that babe. Here we were, ready to give the-nngh, the time of your life. Waiting all week, oh, to get you to scream. We even waited in the closet for the past 3 hours after you got changed-"

"So imagine our surprise Y/N-" Billy cut him off, trailing the knife from your neck down to your collarbone, leaving a thin cut beading with blood. "-when we see you spreading your legs, your pretty little cunt on display...dripping wet...-" he untangles his fingers from your hair and wraps his other hand around his painfully hard member, beginning long, quick strokes "-putting on a show for us, but breaking the rules. Well, poor Stu couldn't stop himself from cumming if he tried."

At this point, you're panting. You want nothing more than for them to stop talking and ravage you; to pound their cocks into your pussy, mouth, ass...anywhere they wanted.

Billy notices the hungry look in your eyes and drops the knife to the floor behind him in order to grab both your limp hands, roughly throwing them back onto your body.

"Go ahead." he says "You wanna touch yourself so bad without us?Then keep going."

You look up at him confused, didn't they want to fuck you? After all the waiting you've done this week, didn't you deserve it?

Billy gives a cruel laugh

"What? Don't tell me you thought we were actually gonna fuck you after that shit you tried to pull? Gotta say, your acting on the phone was good. If I didn't see you fingerfucking yourself with my own eyes, I might've believed your little charade." he sneers as the hand on his cock speeds up.

Fuck.

You look pleadingly up at Stu, your one remaining lifeline here. You spread your legs further, and pull up your tank top to display your breasts, nipples pebbled with arousal. Displaying yourself completely, you use your totally-dignified-absolutely not begging sluttiest voice possible.

"C-c'mon Stu. Don't you want treat me like the cumdump I am. I'll let you fill me up as much as you want..."

At your words, Stu's breath hitches behind the modulator (and you can hear Billy groan quietly behind his), but you suppose the fact that he already got to cum once hardened his resolve because he didn't budge an inch and just continued to stroke himself. You can practically feel his eyes dart between your breasts and sopping core.

"Oh babe, baby, darling, kitten...of cooourse I wanna use you as my personal cumdumpster! And I will, I promise I will! But bad girls who don't follow the rules don't get to be filled up, only covered up, sorry!" Stu grunts out out, and you can see that he's getting closer and closer.

Tears of delicious frustration prick at your eyes, but you now know that no amount of begging is going to get you what you want. So you resign yourself to your own hands, the touch still good and pleasurable, but nothing compared to theirs. You watch as they stroke themselves. Stu moans and groans as his hand twists and flicks around his length, periodically spitting in his palm, and then resuming. Billy's filthy dirty talk fills your ears, him having already procured and used the little bottle of lube he keeps in his pants at all times, his hand tight and tugging his cock roughly and rapidly.

Before long, and before you get to cum and keep enjoying the sight, Billy spills all over your chest, making sure to also get some on the cut on your neck because of course he does. Stu, overwhelmed by the sight of his boyfriend painting his girlfriend in his release, cums a few moments later, this time purposely aiming on your pussy.

For a moment, you feel like actually just stopping in frustration. You already had to only rely on your hands even though they were right there, but now you were also deprived of watching them too. Not to mention the torture they put you through this week.

With a deep sigh, you're just about to remove your hands and get up to clean, when suddenly the two rip off their masks and launch themselves at you.

One of Billy's hands wrap around your neck, as his other moves down to pinch and rub your cum-slicked clit in short, rapidly fast motions. Stu's between your legs in an instant, ignoring his own cum being spread by Billy's near vibrating fingers and alternating between sticking his long tongue and his own fingers inside of you, wiggling against the sensitive upper walls of your cunt. The hand not occupied with his tongue-finger tag team goes to move up behind your thighs, up the length of your body, and to your breast, playing with your nipple. Billy's hand around your throat squeezes at just pressure the you like.

It all happened so quick, you could've sworn they planned this position (and knowing them, they probably did). Your head thrashes back and you immediately start chanting and moaning their names like a prayer, no thoughts, only pleasure filling you.

You don't know how long you stayed this way for. 10 minutes? An hour? You couldn't say, but all you know is that once you feel Stu's fingers thrust upwards just so, his tongue licking the top of your entrance, and Billy's fingers move even more impossibly fast on your clit, you start to see white cloud your vision. Your orgasm rips through you, and it's one of the most intense you've had in a long, long time. You swear you hear them both chuckle, although you're not sure why.

You feel Billy pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. After a moment of catching your breath, you open the eyes you didn't even realize you had shut. You see Billy up already, removing his Ghostface garb and clothes, and heading to the bathroom. Stu is still in-between your legs, eyes closed and resting on your thighs. You reach down to affectionately card your fingers through his short hair, and if a man could purr you swear Stu was doing it.

You sit up just as Billy walks back in with a few damp and dry towels. He helps you clean yourself up, as Stu reluctantly moves off of you.

"Hey, get up, both of you. We have to change the sheets."

You look up at him with a questioning look. You were tired and it's not like you guys hadn't fallen asleep on a slightly soiled bed before. Billy smirks and nods at Stu.

You turn to Stu, who had already gotten up and derobed, and to your absolute mortification you realized his grinning, smug face was absolutely soaked. At first you thought the worst. But realizing it was not, in fact, an unwanted golden shower, you blushed. You look down on the bed below you and found a sizeable wet spot trailing from the back of your ass to where Stu's chest had been.

The look on your face had them chuckling again, and now you know why they did so earlier. Billy helped you up and Stu had the absolute gall to come over and high five Billy before making his way to the bathroom as well, most likely to wash off his face.

Wrapping his arms around you from behind, you feel Billy let out a content sigh as he buried his face in you. Trailing his lips over your shoulder, up your neck, and to you ear. You feel him give a small kiss and release you.

"I'll take care of the sheets. Get that wound taken care of."

You almost forgot about the cut on your neck and collarbone. Luckily Billy had wiped away his semen from the wound already, so it was just a matter of patching up. You walk to the bathroom to do just that and see Stu drying his face. Noticing you enter, he grins and leans back against the sink. You smile sheepishly at him.

"Sorry Stu. If I had known I would've warned you. I don't think I've ever squirted before."

He gives you an are-you-kidding-me look.

"What? Don't be sorry, babe. Shit was was so hot. Like, I mean...like you've came in my mouth before and all. But nothing like that." He sighed dreamily and you laughed, equal parts flattered and happy he wasn't mad.

"Still, I didn't wanna drown you in my pussy juice."

"Babe, if I could live in your pussy I would."

"Yeah, but what about Billy's dick?"

"Eh," he shrugs "I'm sure I'll see it in there enough. It'd cause earthquakes and destroy the little house I built in there every time you guys had sex though."

"Guys, what the fuck is this conversation."

You both turn to Billy, who had just walked in and who's 'what the fuck' expression was so good you and Stu couldn't help but laugh, your embarrassment at the situation all but gone.

With the sheets changed and wound dressed, the three of you settled into bed, curled up against one another, it being Stu's turn in the middle this time. As you're about to drift to sleep you hear Billy shift, presumably to look at Stu, and you almost die at his next words.

"It's my turn next time Stu."

"Yeah, no problem buddy."

~~~

PHEW okay. This was a behemoth (or at least I felt like it was) and Im actually really proud of it! I hope this is to your liking and did you justice bisexual-horror-fan!

Since this one was so long, and I tried my hand at writing mutual masturbation and squirting, I'd love any and all feedback from you guys! Requests are still open so lay em on me baby.

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stnaf-vn · 2 years

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Hi!

I was wondering if you could tell us why you started working on STNAF and what got you inspired and how long it took you to put out the demo?

I’ve been wanting to start a VN but I guess I don’t really know where to start? And yours is just… amazing, I love it a lot. I played twice and got the friend? and boyfriend endings! I’m excited to see the whole game

I guess I’m just wondering what the process was like to make (and still are making) STNAF

Eeeeee I'm excited to learn about your story!! This may be a little long but I'll try to explain it as best as I can!! Well....for starters I didn't actually expect anyone to be invested in this LMAO. I was just like "Man...it'd be cool to make a game." I was going to just base it off the animation but....I thought Friend's character deserved more substance than 'mean, manipulative Friend' So, I love the yandere trope and I think it's so interesting, so I made him a yandere. All game devs start at ground 0, but if you want to make a VN, there's loads of information in LemmaForums, Reddit, Youtube, and you could also ask game devs for advice as well!! (Lord knows how many times I asked @queenlilithprime for help) It took me quite a long while, the demo would have came out a lot sooner if my Macbook wasn't a piece of garbage, but honestly I'm glad it didn't and I'm glad I pushed it back. The original demo had some of the worst art I ever created and I was ashamed of myself for wanting to so badly get it out there I sacrificed quality. So, I pushed it back. Rushing yourself on anything is never a good thing, especially when it's a project you care about so deeply. I rewrote the script three times in the past two months because I couldn't decide on how I wanted the story to progress. Then I came up with the story you know now, and let me tell you: At this point I was BURNT OUT. I was afraid I wasn't being the best I could be, and if I can be completely transparent, there were times where I thought other game devs could handle the story better than I could. But,I started it and I refused to let it be half finished. So, I sent it over to beta testing and there were quite a few bugs. Lily helped me so much work through them and taught me some cool coding tricks. They also helped me get rid of that quick menu (which was more difficult than I expected LMAO) And, well, now here we are! Demo is out, and it's gotten such amazing feedbacks and small things that'll make it even better when I get the chance to update it. My way of working starts like this: 1. Synopsis. Writing down a short paragraph of what the game will be about and how each chapter/day will go is super helpful! Think about what you want your VN to be like. Do you just want to make a short and sweet VN, or do you have a full story to tell? Pull up a Word or Google doc, and write down a small synopsis. 2. Assets/Sprites. Once you have the idea down, fine-tune it so you know what type of sprites and assets to make (backgrounds, props, music, etc.) This is where you get ~artsy~. I use Procreate for my stuff. 3. Game Script. This can be the tricky part. I use Ren'Py for my VNs and I use Atom to edit/write. It's just easier for me since I am familiar with Atom, but there's tons of different text editors out there (Although Atom quit on me, so I switched to VSCode. ) 4. Beta Testing!! You ideally want to give yourself around 3-4 weeks to fully beta test and work out any bugs you might encounter (having others play it can be super helpful too)

There are probably other ways to do it, but this is just what's easiest for me!

So...I hope that helps Anon!! If not, my DMs are open if you need any assistance!

#yaboi game dev tips #💾- see thru need a friend game

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socks-pawn · 2 years

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Nnnnn t4t hermit thoughts because I am so t4t sometimes and that trans Grian ask has me so gay

Starting with our boy G! Having an oral fixation and it manifesting by sucking on his tdick and sometimes you'd be content to cockwarm him (which definitely still makes him so whiny) but if it's particularly hard to satisfy, you could also suck him off and of course this is about you having something to suck on, not him getting pleasure, so what does it matter if he cums? His orgasm isn't the end goal, so you just keep going until either you're satisfied or he taps out (and wouldn't he cry so pretty after his third or fourth orgasm without break? Pretty bird singing cute whines and moans for you ♡)

Next: goodtitswithscar. He would love getting his pretty tits played with. He knows they're sensitive (which is a great excuse to go around shirtless, isn't it) but of course he can't exactly suck them himself so he wouldn't expect how much more it is that just playing with them using his hands. If you get him worked up enough you could probably get him to cum just by sucking on his tits.

Zedaph: loves being fucked in both holes at once. Whether using toys or multiple partners, any way of getting both his cunt and ass filled together works for him. He'll whine so bad if you only tease one hole while fucking the other. Sweet sheep boy will beg if any way you ask if it gets you to stop teasing him

Etho: if you fuck him while you suck his clit and hit his g-spot right, he will 100% squirt. Every time. He found a single toy that works perfect and he can only do it twice but you can get him to go back to back on squirting.

Impulse: doesn't bottom because it does nothing really for him. Had to have some really embarrassing penetration to find that out though. At first he thought he just wasn't masturbating right and if someone else did it he'd get that "wow it feels good to be penetrated" thing he'd heard about. Nope. Enjoys some play with right around the entrance but no deeper than the first segment of your finger (even then it doesn't do anything on it's own, only if he's already having his clit played with)

Tango: loves getting to fuck people with his tdick. It's so sensitive that it drives him out of his mind but he'll go subby and whiny if you let him fuck you. Second best thing to him it rubbing his tdick on someone else's tdick. Letting them get slick by rubbing against each other and knowing that his partner is feeling just as good as he is is the cherry on top

(Hmmm I might do some hcs for the girls if there's an interest?)

- 🌌 (and finally I've been able to include my massive overstim kink into one of these! I enjoy receiving just as much as giving for it but I could only fit so much here)

FUck man, you writing about trans!grian in that first paragraph has me acting up at 8:19am hhhh

People who can cum from titty play are on another level, and tbh Scar deserves that lmao

I am Zed. next question-

AHHH I love these hcs so much!!!! I wanna kiss this Impulse's face and hear Tango whine, ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuck I love subby tops omg

I'm trans and I'm very very gay, have a great day

#🌌 anon #trans hc #grn #gdtmswthscr #zdph #thslb #mplssv #tngtk #overstim kink

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After reading your post on ch.101, I am rather scared for Fyodor now. Bc say, Dazai manages to pull Sigma to his side and say, Kolya is already aligned with Dazai-Ango (maybe he was really meant to die in Sunday Tragedy Arc and was saved and made a deal with by Ango same like he did with Catgirl?) but say, if both Sigma and Kolya move to Dazai's side and Chuuya is ofc gonna be on his side (Dead Apple lol).... where does it leave Fyodor then? I wonder if the storyline is building up for a Kirillov-esque ending for Fyodor?? The two men give off a similar done-with-life vibe after all...what do you think?

Hello Anon, thank you for the ask!!

I really did try to keep this response short when I started writing it, but alas, I’m afraid I got carried away again… (I put a short TL;DR at the end, if you’d prefer just to know my quick thoughts without reading the paragraph long reasons as to why I believe them, I definitely would understand XD)

Also, I unfortunately haven’t read any of Dostoevsky’s novels yet, so I am unfamiliar with the character you’re referring to. I’ve been in a bit of a reading slump for a lonnnnnggg time now lmao, so while I do plan on reading all the irl author's works (and those pesky little light novels I still need to finish….), right now my perspective is a fairly limited one. Although, I’ve heard that many of the bsd characters seem to share many similarities with the real life authors and characters from their works, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you are right about Fyodor’s ending.

Alright, on to my rambling.

Fyodor’s Plans/Nikolai and Sigma’s Allegiances

(Spoilers up to chapter 101!!)

Yes I get what you’re saying, it really does feel like the story is moving in a direction that is slowly pulling all of Fyodor’s ‘pawns’ away from him. Apart from Nikolai and Sigma, we also have Mushitarou, who is now being protected by Poe and Ranpo, Bram, who’s been kidnapped by Aya, and I’ve never considered Fukuchi as someone who cares about Fyodor or his plans at all, so he’s not too reliable as an ally either. (and yes I completely agree with you about Chuuya, ain’t no way Fyodor actually has a handle on him XD)

Though, in spite of all this, I think Fyodor is going to be alright, at least for a while still.

I’m not sure if bsd has lured me into a false sense of security, but I just can’t believe any main character (or even side character) is going to permanently die anytime soon. Ultimately, even though it seems like Dazai’s got him in a bit of a tough spot right now, and even if Dazai is trying to steal Fyodor’s pawns, I believe Fyodor will pull through just fine.

A Dazai/Fyodor Tangent…

Fyodor is still incredibly intelligent, and with how the back and forth between him and Dazai has been going, there’s always a high likelihood that Fyodor has already accounted for all of the moves and plays Dazai is making right now.

I was actually talking to Lav @kaus-quietis a bit about the whole Sigma-Dazai-Nikolai-Fyodor fiasco and she brought up some excellent points about this.

In reference to Fyodor’s speech about Sigma:

“In my guess, Fedya would never reveal information that he cannot foresee the consequences of: and what did he do? Well, Fedya basically praised Sigma to heavens and back in ch74-75, Dazai understood his importance and chose him.” - Lav

Why was Fyodor hyping Sigma up so much to Dazai? Did Dazai’s plans involve Sigma from the start, or did Fyodor’s speech here influence him?

If during this conversation, Fyodor had ‘planted the seed’ in Dazai’s head of Sigma being an interesting pawn, which influenced him to select Sigma as a partner, everything could actually be going Fyodor’s way right now, as Lav so beautifully points out. It really is hard to say for certain.

The thing about Dazai and Fyodor’s ‘rivalry’ that I find rather interesting, is that neither one of them seem to be underestimating the other in terms of their intelligence or diligently thought out plans. Each of them seem to be eight moves ahead of the other while also two steps behind.

Both of them seem to be so sure that they will be the one who wins in the end. But if there can only be one winner, how can one of them win and the other lose with how similar their characters have been made out to be over the course of the story? In my opinion, one of them being outsmarted by the other would undermine their intelligence, ‘break’ this ‘mirror image’ thing they have going on, and would alter their character as a whole. To me personally, this would feel a little unsatisfying. (Random prediction here, but I think the only way Dazai and Fyodor’s little ‘chess game’ is going to end is if a third party comes in and stops them, which would end in both Dazai and Fyodor losing. But I’d say we still have a long ways to go before that comes into play)

I also think there is always the possibility that new characters will be introduced as Fyodor’s allies, just like the DoA members at the beginning of this arc. For example, I still think Fyodor has a close ally we haven’t met yet, one who will likely be strictly on Fyodor’s side and will not waver in their allegiances to him (this thought is really just a strong feeling I have though).

A Sigma Tangent…

Whether or not Sigma will be a larger threat to Fyodor later on is something I’m not too sure of. He’s still a massive wildcard in my eyes.

During my talk with Lav (bringing up her insight again here because seriously, it led me to change my view on Sigma's character significantly), she expressed her suspicions of “Sigma being on Dazai’s side ‘physically’ because ‘mentally’ he is still a Decay member.” which is something I now wholeheartedly agree with. Even if Dazai’s current goal is to get Sigma on his side, that doesn’t mean he will succeed.

I think the reason for this has to do with Sigma’s past experiences with people, and his personal goals. Basically, I view Sigma as a very self-serving and selfish person (not in a bad way, I might add), and this affects how he will align himself in this ADA vs DoA conflict.

I found it really interesting when Dazai compared Sigma to Atsushi in this last chapter, because it’s true, they are so similar in some ways! But the more I think about it, the two of them are quite different too.

Atsushi’s main personal goal seems to be proving he deserves to be alive. To feed this goal, he saves people in need, as by doing that, he is adding something good to the world, he is making a positive difference. And so, that must make him worth something, if his existence helps make the world a little brighter.

Sigma feels much more middle-ground in terms of morality to me. We know from the Sky Casino arc that he is willing to hurt others in order to protect that which is precious to him, but it’s also obvious he doesn’t enjoy doing that.

Atsushi is also willing to hurt others, but the difference is, Atsushi fights to protect others, while Sigma fights for himself.

There’s nothing wrong with this of course, but since Sigma’s goals are more ‘self-focused’ it will be easier to pull him to a darker side.

I think a large part of this is because Sigma has never really positively connected with that many people (that we know of). All of his interactions with people up until he met Dazai were rather terrible. He was enslaved, manipulated by Fyodor, the hunting dogs attacked him and destroyed his home, and Nikolai certainly doesn’t seem like an easy person to bond with on a meaningful level, at least for Sigma. Even at the Sky Casino, he seemed so stressed trying to make sure everything was running perfectly, I highly doubt he had the time to form any meaningful bonds to guests or his staff in those eight days…

Since Sigma has so few positive connections to other people, I feel like this is part of what allows him to act so self-servingly to the point he is willing to hurt others, like the Hunting Dogs at the Sky Casino. He doesn't want to, but he has little reason not to.

This is turning out to be a massive tangent, but basically, I believe there is still a high likelihood Fyodor can get Sigma back on his side with little effort. Because Sigma is still only concerned about his own wellbeing at this point, he will likely flock to whoever is giving him the best offer. But, if Dazai can get Sigma out of the prison and introduce him to more kind people, like Atsushi for example, then I think it will be much harder for Fyodor to get Sigma back.

(that was an extremely long winded way of saying ‘Sigma will protect himself until he has friends he wants to protect more than himself’)

A Nikolai Tangent…

As for Nikolai, even if he’s working with Dazai, I don’t necessarily believe it’s out of ill intent towards Fyodor, so I don’t believe he’ll be much of a direct threat to Fyodor either. (that part on Nikolai isn’t really based on any ‘evidence’ from the manga, it’s just a vibe I get from his character- so please take it with a grain of salt (same goes for all of this btw, these are just my personal opinions and ideas)).

I really like your idea about Ango making a deal with Nikolai in order to save him from dying during A Sunday Tragedy. I feel like that’s quite plausible. Nikolai doesn’t really seem like the type to back out of his decisions out of fear, so to learn he saved himself last minute was quite shocking to me.

If Nikolai was contacted and agreed to a deal before the events of A Sunday Tragedy, It would help explain why Nikolai had such a sudden change in mindset, going from ‘needing to die’ to ‘needing to take Sigma to Meursault and kill Fyodor’.

Lav also mentions how It could be possible that Fyodor was the one who instructed Nikolai to save himself, which I feel could fit just as well in the storyline.

Ultimitally, I believe Nikolai is on his own side, but he is currently lending his talents to either Dazai or Fyodor (possibly both at the same time lmao- imagine that), for what reasons? I’m not too sure.

Nikolai seems to genuinely like Fyodor, because Fyodor seems to understand him. But considering how similar Fyodor and Dazai are, it wouldn’t surprise me to learn Nikolai has a soft spot for Dazai as well. Honestly, Nikolai’s entire motivation for helping either of them could be to make their ‘game’ more entertaining, for their benefit. Maybe he’s just being a good friend in his own way, and just wants to see them both have fun coming up with plans to destroy each other since they seem to like it so much.

(that’s not sarcasm btw, I have such little grip on Nikolai’s character, this deadass feels like the most plausible motivation to me… Anyone please feel free to tell me what you think- the clown confuses me greatly)

Back on Track

… (was there even a ‘track’ from the start?? I’m so sorry this reply is incredibly long-winded and messy - i have too many thoughts and an inability to express myself concisely)

TL;DR

So yeah, the way I kind of see it, is that even if Dazai is trying to bring Sigma and Nikolai to his side, that is easier said than done. Even if they are working with Dazai right now, that doesn’t mean Fyodor has lost them for good. And with how resourceful Fyodor is, I’m sure he still has many tricks up his sleeve.

Again I’m sorry I can’t discuss Fyodor’s similarities with Kirillov for you!! I did read a synopsis of Kirillov’s character, but I’m sure those few sentences don't capture the full depth of his character, and since I don’t know much about him, I feel unfit to try and find connections between him and our dear Fyodor.

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Thank you so much for the ask!! I really enjoyed thinking about all of this, though I seem to have gotten carried away again.. My bad..

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd theories #bsd #fyodor bsd #dazai bsd #sigma bsd #nikolai bsd #asks #i need a tag for asks...#Alex answers questions and things #sure let's go with that #Lav writing out your quotes is the first time I've written Fyodor's name as 'Fedya' and I have to say... I like it quite a lot...#sorry it took me so long to answer this #I had... many thoughts

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