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All Too Well || Wonwoo

Synopsis: With Wonwoo's dilemma hitting the wall and your perseverance getting stronger, will the events unfold as foreseen or the fate will turn its course?

Word Count: 2k

Third and final installment of Wonwoo drabble series (set in the Withering for You universe but can be read as a standalone drabble series).

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Say Don't Go | So It Goes | All Too Well

It's been a week since Wonwoo has seen you. When he woke up that fateful day along with nothing but the void you, it didn't take him long to recollect the happenings from within the car to his sheets. The slightly recovered bruises on his knuckles and the bloodstains on his bedroom wall are the witnesses of the frenzy state he was in, still is.

The guilt of sleeping with you eats him up. The regret of getting wasted and causing the slip of his true feelings and also his dick into you, makes him wanna get swallowed by the ground. He hates that his subconscious mind was conscious enough to hear your sobs but did nothing to stop them.

Wonwoo contemplates for the whole week that follows. He wonders if he should contact you or let you have your space and contact him whenever you're ready.

He's not clear in head, unsure of what he'd say on seeing you again.

Sorry, it was a mistake. He wonders if he should go ahead with the classic lie and be an entitled jerk, letting you berate him which would gradually help you in letting go those feelings for him.

It wasn't a mistake, I really meant everything I said and did but sorry we can't be together. This seemed too much of truth bombing in a situation where the other party (you) is already hurt beyond repair.

In his mind, he tries several other permutations and combinations but never considers that one way which would save everyone from the headaches and all the heartbreaks.

Everyone can sense the shift, something has definitely happened by the way you have been avoiding meetups and can guess the reason to be Wonwoo. They can't pinpoint exactly but they're sure it started right after that night's party.

"I need you to take everything off your chest while I'm asking you nicely.", your best friend tells you, "My patience has been thinned nowadays and don't make me loose my temper."

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, as you look at her and Seungcheol whose eyes are begging you to comply with his wife because she can indeed be scary.

"Do you want Seungcheol to be gone from here?", she asks, her gaze softening, "It's okay, he won't mind."

Before you could answer, Seungcheol is already off his seat saying, "I'll head back to the office, have some matters to take care of.", and he leans to peck his wife on forehead, "Call me if you need anything and let me know once done, I'll come and pick you up."

After Seungcheol leaves, a comfortable silence falls upon.

"You're already showing.", you say smiling and your best friend mirrors one to you.

"Four months already", she says caressing her protruding belly, "Time flies by, I swear it feels like yesterday I took the test and it came out positive. Seungcheol had cried the whole night, holding me close. Though he has became a lot more sensitive than me.", she adds and looks at you, "But enough about us. I came here just to make you lift some weight off. I could have brought Gyu, but I thought we should have a one to one before letting the guys know if at all you're willing to."

When your gazes meet, you can tell that she already has an inkling because her hunch has always been accurate. So you squirm in your seat and after failing to keep the tears at bay you tell her what had exactly happened in a messy-teary state.

After consoling you, she waits for you to stop crying, blinking back her own tears.

"Are you planning to address this to Wonwoo?", she asks softly.

You shake your head, "He probably doesn't even remember."

"Bullshit." she scoffs, "Are you waiting for him to contact you? Do you want me to talk to him?"

You chuckle with all bitterness, "Yes, I wanted him to contact me but it's been a week already and honestly, I don't even want to see him now because he'll repeat the same words, which are not exactly pleasant to hear. I hate how right headed he is, how all his fears are legit. I wouldn't have done it either."

You lean up to look at her, "Also, I don't want you to talk to him and I'd appreciate it if you can keep this to yourself because we're in the same group and the guys would cause a ruckus if they become aware."

She strokes your hair in a soothing manner and you almost drift off until she nudges you to tell something but you're already dismissing her off, "Don't even think of trying to do anything. I've just accepted my fate, I'll gradually move on."

Another week passes by and Wonwoo thinks he's ready to confront you. He had taken the entire office, everyone in his circle by surprise by taking an entire week off. Seungcheol being an amazing boss and understanding friend easily granted his request in the best hopes of having his friend clear the clouds clogging in his head.

Wonwoo sends you a text asking you to meet him whenever you're free. He clutches the phone tightly in his hands, feet tapping anxiously as he awaits your reply.

When he doesn't receive one after an hour, he's calling you only to be unanswered. Rationality leaving his bones, he keeps on calling your number until it gets recieved and it's an unfamiliar male voice answering the phone.

There's a sharp pang in his heart when he gets to know that it's your blind date who has picked up the call since the phone kept ringing and you've gone to washroom. Though he wants nothing but to rush to whenever you currently are, he curtly ends the call and decides to wait for your reply to his text.

His unwavering gaze directed towards the phone might have worked because he receives a response late at night and he's meeting you tomorrow.

You are unfazed, never once thinking about Wonwoo. That's what you try to tell yourself, that's how you plan to act in front of him. You don't anticipate his arrival at your apartment, that's partially true because you know you're gonna get heartbroken again because even though you want to tie the loose ends, you're sure he's only coming to cut them off wholly.

So you tell your mother who has been nagging you to get married to set you up for blind dates and this time you promised you'd seriously consider them with marriage perspective. Hence, today you're going to another date with someone you know this time and not at all impressed about.

The doorbell rings and you check the monitor to confirm that it's Wonwoo before letting him in.

"Are you going somewhere?", Wonwoo asks as he settles on the couch and you take a seat on the chair.

You nod, "Going on a date with Minjun."

Wonwoo's jaw clenches, his hands ball into fists as he asks, "Kim Minjun? He's a womanizer, Y/N. Didn't you go on a date yesterday?"

You scoff, "And how does that concern you anyway?", your lips curl up, "People can change after marriage."

Wonwoo short circuits at your verbal jab.

"Marriage? How can you even consider Minjun out of all people?"

Your expression turns grim when you say, "If I can't marry the person I love then marriage for me would be just another business deal, another merge to benefit the company, solidify our social status."

Trying to maintain the unbothered facade, you ask, "Why did you want to meet?"

"Why did you leave me alone in the bed?", Wonwoo asks toning down, "When you left, you took all of the warmth with you."

You suck in a sharp breath, breaking the eye contact.

"Within these two weeks I went through all sorts of possibilities from never acknowledging the fact that we slept to being a jerk, dismissing it as a simple hookup to letting you down subtly.", he gets up and walks up to you, crouching in front of you, "But as I pondered over, the only honest answer residing within my heart was not to be a coward anymore and be honest about my feelings, be honest with you."

Your heartbeat quickens, as his hands encase yours, you feel the warmth seep from him.

"I love you, Y/N.", Wonwoo confesses, "Like you, I have also harboured feelings for you for a long time. I cherish every moment we've spent together."

You're eyes go wide, heart constricting in chest. You feel your inners catapulting. You thought you know him all too well to give up upon the possibility of being together but witnessing him stripping bare in front of you is something you've always wanted but never expected to happen.

Wonwoo gently holds your face, voice soft, gaze emitting tenderness when he says, "I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for projecting my fears and insecurities upon you. But I have realised that you're worth everything and above. For you, I would fight the world if you allow me to stay by your side."

Rendered speechless, your teary eyes look at him with such anguish that it makes Wonwoo want to beat himself for breaking your heart over and over again.

Moments pass by and you both fall into comfortable silence. You're now seated on his lap, head laying his chest as he gently strokes your hair.

"It won't be easy.", you speak, head still downed, as your hand takes in his, entwining the fingers, "But I'd go to hell and back for you if time comes."

You shift back to look at him, "And I promise to be your shield, if anyone tries to hurt you or Wonseok, they'd have to face me first. I won't let anyone hurt you.", your gaze softens, "All of your worries, fears and sentiments are valid, Wonwoo. But it would be nice if you share them with me from now on because you're not alone, we're in this together. I love you."

Wonwoo swears he doesn't cry easily but your words seem to have opened the floodgates as his loud sobs echo throughout the house.

"Thank you.", he smiles as you wipe his tears and leans in to kiss you.

As your lips graze, the shrill ringing your phone startles you both. You grab it from the couch and the screen flashes Kim Minjun as the caller.

There's a sharp change in Wonwoo's expression as he takes the phone from your hand, putting it on speaker and answering it.

"Uh sorry, who's this speaking? Could you please get Y/N on the phone?"

There's a terse movement in the muscles of his jaw as Wonwoo responds, "I'm Jeon Wonwoo, Y/N's--", his gaze shifts at you, lips stretching in a smile, "Lover. I'm cancelling the date and please don't ever contact her again."

As soon as he hangs up, you tease him, "Lover huh? Since when?"

Wonwoo grins like he's drunk in love, he might as well be, "Since the day, you got drunk and danced on the tabletop after the semesters ended."

You gasp, "What do you want in exchange for deleting this memory?"

He's so lovesick, giggling cutely and being all touchy, "What about making new ones and keeping this one in my vault, sealed?"

Your heart flutters at the insinuation. True to your words, you'd surely fight the world to keep him with you.

And your lover chants all's well that ends well to ending up with you, gratefully with all his heart.

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Sam is sleeping at your place tonight \\ P.2- S.M

Summary : It was another one of those days where your boyfriend stayed over for the night. But what happens when instead of sleeping, something else happens?

Warning : Smut, 18+ ( first time actully trying to write something like that , might be cringy sorry lol )

<- previous part

-Next morning.

As the shrill sound of your phone alarm pierces the quiet of the morning, you lazly reach over to silence it, blinking away the remnants of sleep from your eyes. Glancing over at the other side of the bed, you see Sam still peacefully asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. A smile tugs at your lips as you reach for your phone, quietly unlocking it and opening the camera app, you took a picture of Sam sleeping, his tousled hair and peaceful expression make smile like an idiot. As you lower your phone, the distant sound of construction noises filters through the window, reminding you that both of you need to help George. Sam's father has likely already begun work on the house renovations, and you know you need to wake Sam up so he can lend a hand.

Gently shaking his shoulder, you call out his name in a soft voice. "Sam, wake up," you say "Your dad's already started work outside." He blinking sleepily as he gradually becomes aware of his surroundings. "Hmm?" he mumbles, rubbing his eyes. "Already?" You nod, "Yeah, come on, time to rise and shine."

With a reluctant groan, Sam stretches and swings his legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. With a final glance at the sleeping beauty beside you, you rise from the bed, " What is the time" he asks "It's 6-something in the morning," you reply, glancing at your phone to check the exact time. "6:15, to be precise." Sam groans softly, stretching his arms above his head. "Ugh, so early," he mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep. You laugh gently, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "I know, but your dad's already started outside. He'll need your help soon ."

Sam sighs but nods, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "Alright, alright, I'm up," he says, you smile at him, " I'll make us some coffee, " you offer, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the kitchen. " wait, we can stay in the bed for a little more, it's too early " he said, you pause for a moment, considering Sam's suggestion, and a smile tugs at your lips. "You know what, you're right," you say, turning back to the bed "but still, we should get up". Sam grins, pulling the covers back and patting the spot beside him. "Come on, just a few more minutes," he says, his voice filled with a lazy warmth.

You slide back into bed, nestling close to him as he wraps an arm around you. The construction noises outside seem distant and insignificant compared to the cozy warmth of the bed and the comfort of being in Sam's embrace. pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Just a few more minutes won't hurt."

" But what about your dad? We should help him," you said. Sam gets up from bed and goes to the window and yells "DAD, WE'LL BE DOWN IN A LITTLE WHILE, OKAY?" you laugh at him. A moment later, his dad's voice echoes back, "NO PROBLEM, I STILL DIDN'T START ANYTHING, JUST FIXING SMALL THINGS."

Sam turns back to you with a grin. "See? We have a little more time," he says, crawling back into bed and pulling you close. You shake your head, still chuckling. "You're impossible, you know that?" "But you love me anyway," he replies with a smirk, wrapping his arms around you. You sigh contentedly, snuggling into his warmth. "Yeah I do".

Sam's voice breaks the comfortable silence. "Don't you want to take a shower?" he asks, his tone playful yet suggestive. You look up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Are you trying to tell me something?" you tease, poking him gently in the side. He laughs, holding up his hands in mock surrender, "No, no, just thinking we might feel more awake after a shower. Plus," he adds with a mischievous glint in his eye, "it might be fun to save some time and shower together." You smirk, considering his suggestion. "You realize that don't have time for this right now, right ? "

"True," Sam concedes with a grin. "But it would definitely make the morning more interesting." You chuckle, feeling the allure of his playful suggestion. "Alright, let's do it. But we have to actually take a shower, okay?" "Deal," you looked at him " Sam, just a shower, nothing else " he agrees, jumping out of bed and offering you his hand. "Come on, let's make this morning a little more fun."

As you both stand in the bathroom, taking off you cloths, Sam's said with a thoughtful smile. "Remember the first time I took a shower here? I was really annoyed when you joined me, but I ended up really liking it. it was a bit uncomfortable and I didn’t know how to react. You even thought I was gay or something, right? Still weird of you to just do that, but okay."

You laugh, recalling the memory vividly. "I remember," you say, stepping closer to him. "You looked so flustered, I thought I'd overstepped. But there was something about the way you were acting that made me curious.but you did act a bit weird around me, so that's why I said it.."

As the warm water begins to cascade over both of you, Sam reaches for the shampoo, squeezing a small amount into his palm before gently lathering it into your hair. His fingers massage your scalp with a tenderness that makes you close your eyes and lean into his touch.

"Remember the first time we did this?" he murmurs, his voice soft over the sound of the water. "I was so nervous I could barely keep my hands steady."

You smile, eyes still closed, relishing the feel of his fingers in your hair. "Yeah, I remember. You kept dropping the soap."

He laughs softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "And you laughed at me, which only made me more nervous."

Opening your eyes, you look up at him, the warmth of the water mingling with the warmth in his gaze. "But you didn't let that stop you" you say, "I remember the first time we took a shower together as a couple. You tried so hard not to look at my body, but you couldn't help it." Sam chuckles, a bit of color rising to his cheeks as he rinses the soap from your back. "Yeah, I thought I was being so discreet," he admits, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "But you caught me staring more than once" You laugh softly, "It was cute, though. You were trying so hard to be respectful, but it was pretty obvious."

He shakes his head, smiling as he looks at you. "I guess I wasn't as subtle as I thought. But you know, I was just overwhelmed by how beautiful you are. Still am." you closed your eyes and shaked your head " okay, that was cute but don't say that " you felt cringey but it was good cringe " oh, so now you are embarrassed? " he laugh. " stop, it's not funny " he kept teasing you, so you did the easiest thing to make him shut up.

You lean in to kiss Sam,but then you notice a sudden shift in his demeanor. He hisses softly and pulls away, "Are you okay?" you ask , reaching out to touch his arm. Sam nods, though his expression is a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort "Yeah, I'm fine," he murmurs, his cheeks flushing pink. "Just... a little sensitive right now."

Understanding dawns on you, and you can't help but chuckle softly. "Sorry," you say with a sheepish grin. "Guess I got a little carried away." Sam smiles ruefully, running a hand through his hair. "It's okay. Just caught me off guard."

"I think that I should let you shower alone right now" you suggest, wanting to make sure he's comfortable and so we start to get ready. " No no, come back "He said as you was about to get out the shower "I kinda n-need you right now , you know.." he looked down... You pause mid-step, turning back to look at Sam, his words catch you off guard, and when you follow his gaze, you can't help but burst into laughter at the sight of his awkward situation.

"Kinda need me right now, huh?" you tease, unable to contain your amusement as you motion to his obvious arousal. Sam's cheeks flush with embarrassment, but he can't help but chuckle along with you. "Yeah, you could say that," he admits sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

You shake your head, still laughing as you step back into the shower, wrapping your arms around him. "Well, who am I to deny you?" you say with a grin, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before reaching down to help him.

Reaching out to trail your fingers lightly along his thighs. Sam's breath catches in his throat as he watches you, his eyes dark with desire and anticipation. As you continue to tease and tantalize him with your touch and your kisses, Sam's breath hitches in his throat, his fingers tightening in your hair as he surrenders to the intoxicating pleasure of your ministrations. With a soft moan, he nods eagerly, wordlessly urging you to continue.

You comply, pressing your lips against the fabric covering his arousal, your tongue tracing teasing circles over the sensitive skin. Sam lets out a low groan of pleasure, his hips involuntarily bucking forward in response to your touch.

Feeling emboldened by his reaction, you slowly slide the fabric down, revealing his throbbing arousal. " why you didn't took them off before getting inside ? " you asked confused " becuse I thought it would will make me resist the feeling…" Without hesitation, you wrap your lips around him, taking him fully into your mouth as you begin to suck gently. Sam's breath catches in his throat, a guttural moan escaping his lips as waves of pleasure wash over him. He threads his fingers through your hair, gently guiding your movements as you continue to pleasure him with your mouth.

Lost in the moment, you revel in the sounds of his pleasure, the taste of his desire. With each passing moment, the intensity grows, until finally, with a sharp intake of breath, Sam reaches the peak of pleasure, his release washing over him in waves of bliss.

As he catches his breath, his eyes meet yours, filled with gratitude and love, without saying anything, he pulls you up into his arms, holding you close as you both bask in the afterglow of your intimate encounter. you hold Sam close in a tender embrace, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against yours, you can sense the lingering tension in his muscles begin to ease. With a gentle touch, you trail your fingers down his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palm.

But as your hand drifts lower, you can't help but feel a familiar stirring of desire. Your fingers brush against his sensitive member, still throbbing with the aftershocks of his release. Sensing his arousal reigniting, you take him in your hand, feeling the heat of his desire pulsing against your skin.

Feeling the heat of desire coursing through you both, you inch closer to Sam, your bodies pressed together in a tantalizing embrace. With a bold move, you guide his sensitive member between your thighs, "You're driving me crazy," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His grip on your hips tightens, pulling you even closer.

You respond by pressing your body against his, feeling his arousal harden once again against you. "Good," you whisper back. With one hand still teasing your breasts, Sam's other hand slides down to your waist, guiding you as you move against him. The friction between your bodies sends shivers of pleasure coursing through you both. You lean in, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, your tongues tangling as the passion between you continues to build. Sam's hands never leave your body.

Breathless and overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, you pull back slightly, your hand gently pressing against Sam's chest. "Okay, okay, enough," you manage to say, your voice a mix of laughter and exhaustion.

Sam's hands still, his eyes searching yours with a mix of desire and concern. "Are you sure?" he asks softly, his voice tinged with a hint of regret as he reluctantly pulls back.

You nod, still catching your breath. "Yeah, we should really get out of here" you joke, trying to lighten the mood. "Plus, your dad's probably waiting for you."

He chuckles, his hands still lingering on your waist. "Alright, you win," he says with a grin, giving you one last affectionate squeeze before stepping back.

You both step out of the shower, the cool air a stark contrast to the warmth of the water and your heated embrace. As you wrap yourselves in towels, you share a knowing smile, the bond between you feeling even stronger after your intimate encounter. "Let's get dressed and get some coffee," you suggest, running a hand through your damp hair. Sam nods, leaning in to give you a quick kiss. "Sounds like a plan," he agrees. "But just so you know, I’m definitely looking forward to more moments like this."

You laugh, feeling a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with the shower. "Me too," you say, giving him a playful nudge as you head to get dressed, ready to face the day together. " But not in the mornings Sam, at least when we don't have plans for the day, like today, helping your dad," Sam chuckles, nodding in agreement as he reaches for his clothes. "Fair point," he says, slipping on his boxers and then his jeans. "We do need to be a bit more disciplined, especially with all the work we have to do."

You grab your own clothes, starting to get dressed as well. "Exactly. I mean, I love our mornings together, but maybe we can save the more... intense moments for the evenings when we don't have plans," you suggest with a playful grin.

"Deal. Evenings it is. But I'm still gonna steal some kisses and touches whenever I can." You laugh, pulling your shirt over your head. "I wouldn't expect anything less," you reply.

As you step out of the bathroom, you glance at Sam with a thoughtful smile. "These last few weeks feel like we're living together, don't you think?" you say, reflecting on the time you've spent helping his dad and being so close.

Sam nods, a smile spreading across his face "Yeah, it really does. It's been nice, hasn't it?" He squeezes your hand gently, his eyes filled with warmth. You both walk to the kitchen, where the aroma of fresh coffee greets you "It has," you agree, pouring two cups of coffee. "We've gotten into a rhythm. It's kind of like a glimpse of what it would be like if we actually lived together."

Sam takes a sip of his coffee, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, and I have to say, I like it. Even the hectic mornings and the endless work outside."

You laugh, nodding. "Me too. mey I say It's like we're building something together, even if it's your dad's house for now."

Sam smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Well, maybe one day it won't just be his house. Maybe we'll be building something of our own."

"I'd like that," you say softly, looking up at him. "But for now, let's focus on today. Your dad is probably wondering where we are." Sam chuckles, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, we should get out there before he starts without us." but he stops " wait ,maybe I should make him some coffie or something...? " You watch with a smile as Sam prepares an extra cup for his dad. It warms your heart to see how close they've become over these past weeks. Sam's dad had been working tirelessly, and seeing them share these little moments of care and camaraderie made you feel like part of something special.

Just as Sam finishes making his dad's coffee, you hear a booming voice from outside. "Kids, I'd like your help today, not when I'm old and gray and the house is finished!" Sam's dad shouts with a mock-serious tone.

You laugh, shaking your head. "Well, I guess that's our cue."

Sam grins, grabbing the extra cup of coffee. "Coming, Dad!" he calls back, then turns to you with a playful glint in his eye. "Guess we better get out there before he starts making jokes about how slow we are." you chuckle, following him out the door. "Yeah, I don't want to give him any more material."

Hope you enjoyed it! I have idea for another but last part if you would like:) Let me know in the comments if you would like a third part!

[splatsvilles-fashionista]

Splatoon 3 Version 8.0 patch notes breakdown

A bit late with this one, as I didn't have the time to write it last night, but nevertheless, here's a quick rundown of the patch notes for version 8.0, which should release in a couple of hours as of time of writing.

First of all, the Sizzle Season 2024 content is being added, but will not be available for another 24-ish hours. That includes:

A new Catalog

The new stage Lemuria Hub

Two new main weapons, two variants of those main weapons, and six alternate sets for preexisting main weapons.

14 Tableturf cards

Two new songs by SashiMori

The renovated Hammerhead Bridge and Barnacle & Dime, which will be taken out of stage rotations when the update becomes available.

Wandercrust Journey 6.

Additionally, this patch also adds data for the new Triumvirate King Salmonid fight and a new Grizzco Weapon, as well as the new Splatfest features, both of which will not become available until a later date.

With Sizzle Season 2024 stuff out of the way, let's move onto the changes that will be available right away, starting with Stage Changes, which there are a lot of.

In addition the Hammerhead Bridge and Barnacle & Dime changes, Museum d'Alfonsino, Um'ami Ruins, Brinewater Springs, and Scorch Gorge are all getting layout changes, with Museum getting some extra changes in Splat Zones and Rainmaker specifically. Eeltail Alley, Hagglefish Market, Flounder Heights, Marlin Airport and Manta Maria are all getting "slight" changes, while Crableg Capital and Bluefin Depot are getting slight changes in Turf War and Splat Zones, and Clam Blitz, respectively.

I'll be entirely honest, until we see these changes for ourselves it's impossible to gauge just what these changes will be like, but I am willing to be optimistic given just how much improvement we've seen in the Stage design over the last year or so. I think they'll be slight improvements at worst.

With that said, let's move onto Main Weapon changes, starting with a bunch of weapons getting the exact same change.

Sploosh, Jr, Aerospray, Luna, Clash, Carbon, Splat Roller, Inkbrush, Octobrush, and Dapples will all now deal 10% more damage to Splash Walls. I'm not sure why this was listed on each weapon individually and not just all collected as a Splash Wall change, but I digress. The intent here seems to be to make short-range weapons specifically, better at dealing with Splash Wall, the users of which they'll generally be outranged by to begin with. It's a small and specific change, but it's not one I think any of these weapons will complain about.

N-ZAP will now be able to fire for longer before its hits max bullet spread. In case you didn't know, all shooters that have bullet spread have a property where that spread gradually increases the longer you hold ZR, which slowly goes back to normal if you stop firing, and now that'll take longer on N-ZAP specifically.

N-Zap didn't really need this buff, but it's also not something that moves the needle much to begin with. It's pretty rare outside of low-level turf wars that someone fires for long enough to the spread to be a major factor, so it's fine. It's just a very strange change.

Moving onto more deserved buffs, L-3 has its damage increased by 2, taking a full three-hit burst from 87 to 93 damage. This is not a significant change, but 30 is a pretty important damage threshold to hit, as it combos with a lot of things, and it does mean that getting even lightly chipped by almost anything at all puts you in one-shot range, so watch out!

Rapid Blaster now starts recovering ink after firing about 3 frames faster. It's another nice little buff, though like N-ZAP it is kind of strange this weapon is being buffed at all when it's in a pretty good spot right now.

Now here's something interesting, Tri-Stringer will now paint the ground better, and will now paint lines more consistently. Turfing has always been one of Tri-Stringer's biggest weaknesses, so this is a very nice buff!

Last but not least is my favourite change in the entire patch. REEF-LUX now charges at full speed while in the air, similar to how Squiffer works. This is just a fantastically cool buff if you ask me, it's one of those things that seem insignificant on paper but can really change up how a weapon plays in a major way. It wasn't until after Squiffer got this change in Splatoon 2 that the weapon really came into its own, after all.

With Main Weapon changes down, let's move onto Points for Special changes, of which there are four (technically three):

Big Swig Express and Painbrush are ten points cheaper, and both variants of E-Liter are ten points more expensive. Not a lot to discuss here, so let's move onto Special Weapons:

The rails that indicate the Reefslider's path will now ink the floor as they extend forward, potentially allowing you paint over an enemy's feet before running them over. The rail will now also follow moving terrain, which is a change I'll admit I am not sure what it does? We'll just have to see when the patch goes live.

Big Bubbler now paints the ground inside of the shield. A nice quality of life change that could potentially be used to do some silly things in Splat Zones, if you're so inclined.

Ink Vac will now paint the ground behind you while it's active. Nintendo specifies later on in the patch notes that this is because they want you to be more reliably able to use it while retreating, and yeah, that's what this change will do.

For our final Special change, Splattercolor Screen now deals more damage to Beakons, Sprinkler, Splash Wall, sponges, and the Rainmaker's shield. Like with the Ink Vac changes, Nintendo specifies what the purpose of this buff is in the patch notes, and in this case it's to reward people more for using the Screen well.

And that's all the balance changes for this patch, but there is actually one more Main Weapon change that is not listed with the rest, because it's a bit different:

These changes are very wordy, but the TL;DR is that Squeezer now has a hard cap on how fast it can fire, which is the same as its regular fire speed. That might sound like a completely pointless change, and I thought so initially as well, but it seems the intent here is to not have the weapon be improved by turbo controllers, as they can let you mash ZR at much, much faster paces than intended.

With all that said, let's round things out with some miscellaneous changes:

If you roll or dash into the Rainmaker shield you'll now slide off it, as opposed to the game continuously attempting to place you where the shield is at and dealing a bunch of contact damage to you, splatting you almost instantly.

You'll now start the next season in S+0 if you were top 1000 in the previous season's X rank.

Squid Beakons are now accounted for when awarding the Super Jump Spot medal, which I am frankly surprised wasn't the case already?

I lied, there is one more Main Weapon change. Grizzco Dualies now deal 5 more damage with their actual bullets. That means they three-shot Chum now!

Reflected Drizzler torpedoes will now collide with terrain less, reducing the situations where you shoot one back only to have it immediately crash into a ledge it just barely touches.

Finally, purchasing the Expansion Pass will now net you 10 free Sheldon Licenses. If you've already bought the Expansion Pass then you'll be given the Licenses after downloading the update. Just in time for ten new weapons to be added as part of the Sizzle Season!

[14dayswithyou]

IF REN WAS A MYTHOLOGICAL SEA CREATURE WHAT WOULD THEY BE?

✦゜ANSWERED: AAAAAA I'M SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY, BUT REN WOULD EITHER BE A MERMAN OR RYUJIN INSPIRED SEA SERPENT!! ^^

I will always consider Winndy's version of Mer Ren as canon — but I've received a few asks in the past for my own personal take on a mythical sea-creature Ren, so I'll drop a few headcanons under the cut for those who are interested!!

On one hand, [REDACTED] would have a very Ryujin-like/dragonesque appearance to pay homage to his Japanese heritage: with a long, razor spiked tail, sharp teeth, large claws for nails, and a daunting size of 15+ feet.

But on the other, Ren would also 100% be a koi fish/axolotl inspired sea creature!! Like.. look me in my eyes and tell me this lil guy isn't Ren shaped... :( And if you've seen his tattoo refs, then you'll understand the koi fish reference >:3c

Similar to normal, human Ren; his scaly counterpart is just as — if not more — cutthroat and deadly. While his tail is normally a dark, multicoloured shade of onyx, Ren will often hunt down others of his kind, pluck their scales torturously slow, and wear them to appeal to Angel(fish): his landwalking obsession.

He's curious by nature, so if Ren finds out your favourite colour, he's definitely going to wear it around you all the time. And if you have a preference for a certain texture or shimmer for the scales, then he'll meticulously seek out more to add to his collection.

Ren's kind communicate via otherworldly clicks and trills, and it's honestly really creepy to hear when you're alone at sea during the cover of night. Like imagine hearing eery clicking sounds that contrast the soft lulls of waves, before it goes hauntingly silent — followed by the scrape of sharp nails against wood and a thump of something very large landing onto the deck.... Teehee

Winndy's version of Mer Ren is more siren-like with how they lure Angel in with their voice, but my version of Mer Ren uses a different approach. When in the water, he can release an invisible toxin that gradually relaxes/numbs your body and puts his prey into a trance.

He essentially Pavlov’s you into thinking that being in his presence feels safe and relaxing dfjgfjdg Just like how normal Ren gaslights you into thinking he's docile and harmless.

Since he's loosely inspired by Ryijun mythology, you can assume that Ren has the ability to transform himself into a human as well. So even on land, you're not safe from him ^^

100% has eaten a human before, and will do it again without hesitation (they won't ever eat you though <3)

I have more, but I don't wanna take the spotlight away from Winbae's Mer Ren anytime soon ^^ But if you've made it this far, then I really encourage you all to check out @14-blubblubs-wif-yoo!! You can also get a Mer Ren easter egg in the 14DWY demo by making your name "Winndy" or "Alian"!! >w< I love this feesh with all my heart and I'm so grateful to Winndy for creating him

[danieyells]

If you could, could you post Alan’s lines? I like him but he’s so stone cold at low affinity it’s hard to sus out his personality

SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG ANON AND @otomelover23 so many things got in the way. . .mostly myself lol. . . .

Honestly that stone coldness is a big part of his personality. He's not great at expressing himself and he's very to the point. But as his affinity goes up, he's more. . .concerned for you. And he wants you around more, trusting himself to have you around more.

I posted all of them again this time! A lot of his have similar energy because of his stiffness, so I feel like being able to see them all helps to idk see the gradual change i think.

Default:

"Get your things. We're going."

"...What do you want?"

"Don't get involved with me."

"I'm going out. You guys get back to work."

"Get back. It's dangerous."

"Slack off once, and you'll find out how hard it is to get back in the game."

You've got mail:

"Some letters here for you."

Affinity 1:

"Oh, you're awake."

Affinity 2:

"I don't eat in the cafeteria. Portions aren't big enough. That's the only reason."

don't feel awkward in there or like people find you too intimidating to be near or anything? aren't worried about seeing Dante? if you say so.

Affinity 3:

"My wallet? Yeah, it's pretty beat up. Can't bring myself to chuck it though. Got some good memories with it."

reminds me of my brother, who kept our dad's old wallet. It's basically in tatters, held together by rubber bands, but sometimes what you have is what you have. . . .

Affinity 4:

"I'm going to the Pit. You should go back to your house, {PC}."

he doesn't want you to see him punch a man into oblivion.

Affinity 5:

"That sounds like a bike engine, but it's not one I know. ...Be right back."

INTRUDER ALERT INTRUDER ALERT INTRUDER ALERT much like Tohma he's probably pretty security conscious. Maybe he's more security conscious because Tohma isn't around. Or maybe he's not used to how Bonnie sounds yet.

Affinity 6:

"Was that class really revision...? I didn't think I missed that many..."

my boy is not book smart, he is fist smart and maybe street smart. please study with him. he needs flash cards. pretty sure the only reason he's passed any grade is because he goes on plenty of missions.

Affinity 7:

"Lunch? Huh. I forgot to eat. Guess I'll just grill some meat and have it with rice and miso soup. That's my go-to."

y'know what i'm glad someone here eats proper meals. even if you forget at least you're eating eventually!!!

Affinity 8:

"One of the Vagastrom guys asked me to add him on WickChat... Do you know how to do that?"

Affinity 9:

"I don't want to get anyone mixed up in my life."

He looks sad when he says this. . .he's really worried about how being close to him will affect others huh.

Affinity 10:

"Better sleep. Got an early day tomorrow."

Affinity 11:

"497... 498... 499... 500... Phew..."

don't mind pc they're just gonna watch you do 500 sit-ups/push-ups/pull-ups/whatever. . .no no they don't mind the sweat at all please continue--

Affinity 12:

"Bandana seems to disappear right around this time every day lately... What's he doing?"

this chat's between 11am and 4pm. . .pretty sure Sho would be busy with the food truck around that point. . .does Alan not know Sho runs a business lmao. . .I mean I guess Alan doesn't go into the more populous parts of Darkwick much.

Affinity 13:

"The first-years've each got their own strengths. Both can do stuff I can't."

Affinity 14:

"Bandana's got potential. He's quick, and he's strong. Rest comes down to motivation."

I think Sho's motivated, just motivated to do his own thing. Although I'm sure he'll develop more interest in the world and actions of the Institute and anomalies eventually. . .maybe. Or maybe Hyde's interest will keep him away lol.

Affinity 15:

"I'm heading out. Mission. Make sure you go to class. ...I'll let you know when I'm back."

alright mom i'll go to class gosh. does this feel like a headpat or forehead kiss line to anyone else? he just doesn't want you to worry about him. He knows he's doing something dangerous. But he promises he'll come home. He won't be reckless because you're waiting. Maybe I'm reading too much into it lol.

Affinity 16:

"Where am I...? Guess I should tell them I'm gonna be late. WickChat was this picture, wasn't it...?"

poor boy is so lost lmao please help him get where he needs to go. . .how does this man go on hikes in the mountains and shit. . . .

Affinity 17:

"You're still awake? Don't stay up too late."

Affinity 18:

"Oh, didn't see you there. I'm heading out for a run, but... Could you wait here for me?"

He wants to spend time with you, so please be waiting when he comes back. . . .

Affinity 19:

"I pat people on the head a lot? Didn't notice. I'm doing it again? ...Sorry."

IT'S HARD NOT TO WHEN PEOPLE ARE SO MUCH SHORTER THAN YOU also that wasn't a complaint please give them lots of pats :'3

Affinity 20:

"I'm taking some of the Vagastrom guys to the mountains today. ...You want to come too?"

CAMPING TRIP WITH DA BOIS!!!!!

Affinity 21:

"This one's all fixed up. I'm gonna take a shower. Wait there."

there like in the shower or--(he uses 底 which refers to someplace near the listener, so he just means 'where you're sitting' but still.)

Affinity 22:

"{PC}. Got time after this? A friend of mine gave me some fresh boar meat."

He wants to cook for you! He cooks in a very wilderness style, but still! He wants to share his bounty! He's showing you he can be a good provider. No, he didn't hunt it himself but good community connections are also important!

Affinity 23:

"You're you, not someone else. You're doing a good job. Hold your head high."

he doesn't want you to fall into a cycle of self-loathing or of trying to be anyone but yourself. Maybe what others do feels more impressive to you, but you aren't them and you can't compare yourself to them. Even if you're 'weak' in one way or another, you have your own worth in other ways. So be proud of yourself, instead of trying to get the pride of somebody else. I think he really cares about your mental wellbeing and he doesn't want you to lose yourself. Because he's lost himself--and he doesn't want that for you. Don't wallow in self-pity, don't agonize over the past. Be proud of how far you've come and walk your own path.

Affinity 24:

"Can't sleep? ...I'll take you for a drive. Quick run should help you reset."

Imagine falling asleep in his car and he has to figure out. . .does he wake you up, does he carry you somewhere. . .he could bring you back to your place but he doesn't know how to get there so. . .you wake up in his room, in his bed. . .does he have the understanding that "you probably shouldn't sleep in the same bed as somebody without them okaying it first" and he sets up his tent and sleeps in it or uses his sleeping bag or sleeps somewhere else in the dorm or maybe in his car. . .frankly even if he doesn't he'd be afraid of hurting you in his sleep. There's no way he'd sleep in the same bed as you. Maybe lie awake in there with you or something. But he'd be too scared of what harm he could cause to fall asleep.

Affinity 25(max):

"I'm lucky I've got you, {PC}. As long as you're with me, I feel like I won't lose sight of who I am."

HE SMILES WHEN HE SAYS THIS. 99% of his lines have his usual expression, but this one he really smiles and that's how you know how much he appreciates you. I feel like he kind of gave up on himself--he's a big, dangerous brute, he's not someone worth getting close to, it's dangerous to even want to. . .but you make him feel like maybe he has a chance again. You make him look in the mirror and see someone he hasn't seen in a long time, and he realizes that person is himself and he would have never seen the version of him who isn't dirtied with blood again without you.

Spring:

"Don't get lax just 'cause it's warm out. Stay focused."

"... Good camping weather."

"Oh, it's you. Must've dozed off. Better get back to work."

BABY IF YOU NEED A NAP JUST TAKE A NAP. . . .

"The cherry blossom illuminations? ...That kind of thing's not for me."

Summer:

"It's getting hot out. Make sure you stay hydrated."

"Looks like we've got another mission order. There's more anomalies out there in summer."

"The Pit's getting noisy. Those guys better not be pulling stupid shit again..."

LET LEO PLAY MUSIC IN THE PIT HE MISSES GOING TO THE CLUB.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you again... I was just going for a jog. Didn't think you'd be round this corner."

Alan turning a corner and slamming straight into you and being shocked aw--

Autumn:

"Good season for a workout. Want to join me?"

"...Maybe I'll go check out the fall leaves."

"The days are getting shorter. You should get home before it gets dark."

"...Long nights make me think about stuff I'd rather forget."

he killed dante in the autumn or winter. noted.

Winter:

"Cold out in the mornings lately. Guess I'll warm up with a coffee."

"The first-years ditched... What do they mean, "too cold"?"

"As long as you got some muscle, you can handle the cold."

i handle the cold well because i'm fat, myself. my brother, who's plenty muscular, gets cold much easier than i do U:

"It's freezing... Guess I'll break out the kerosene heater. Gotta make sure you ventilate if you use it indoors, but it works real fast. Can't do without it in winter."

His birthday:

"Whose birthday? ...Mine? Oh... Forgot all about it. ...Thanks."

Your birthday:

"Today's your birthday, yeah? ... Get your stuff. I'll take you for a drive."

New Years:

"You helped us out a lot last year. Hope you'll stick around."

Valentine's Day:

"This chocolate's for me? Do everything proper, don't you? Thanks. I appreciate it."

HE SMILED AGAIN. I wonder if he's ever been given valentine's chocolate before. Even if he thinks it's just out of obligation, I think he must be really happy. . . .

White Day:

"White Day's when you repay people for what they got you on Valentine's Day, right? Sorry if these aren't your thing... Didn't really know what you like..."

. . .my first thought was that i read that sometimes lingerie is given as a white day return present. . .and i just imagined that Alan asked what he was supposed to do if he liked the person he got a valentine's day gift from on valentine's and Leo saw an opportunity for chaos and said to get them some sexy white underwear and Alan just. . .believed him. And it's a very embarrassing moment for everyone involved. pc absolutely wears them when alan asks them out for things tho. waiting for the day alan finds out they're wearing it.

April Fool's Day:

"I'm actually a dog. Woof. ...Sorry, that was a lie. Forget I said anything."

he's a little confused but he's got the spirit.

Halloween:

"Saw an anomaly I'd never seen before just now. Ran away when I tried to stop it. That's when I realized it was a human."

i would not be surprised if his upbringing was sheltered and he just did not know about halloween to begin with haha

Christmas:

"...You should spend Christmas with family."

Well everyone's stuck at Darkwick so that's not likely to happen. Also don't tell that to Sho. . .but we can be family now! And spend Christmas together!

Idle:

"...You okay?"

"...You seem busy. Let me know if you need anything."

Absent:

"...You came back. You look all right. We're gonna need you for the next mission."

SO YOU SEE HE'S A LOT KINDER AND SWEETER WHEN HIS AFFINITY GETS UP THERE. . .BUT HE'S STILL COLD. BECAUSE HE'S AFRAID. . .but you make him feel more comfortable. You help him feel less like a destructive monster and more like a person. Where he pushed you away before, he keeps you closer now. Still a little at arm's distance but much closer than before. I HOPE THIS HELPED YOU SEE MORE OF HIS PERSONALITY, ANON o/

[stxrvel]

loneliness is not my thing (2)

series summary: you woke up from a long coma with no memory of a part of your life only to be told by your teammates that you're married to the man you hated seven years ago. even though that seemed to be the only problem, as time goes on you're realizing there's a lot more history and mystery behind the accident that left you in medical care for months. blackouts, more memory loss, mistrust and a strange man who seems to be connected to everything. every day it gets harder to trust anyone around you, but you won't stop until you can finally uncover the truth behind the accident.

chapter summary: a talk with Bucky could end up uncovering and unleashing that part of you that you were always trying to keep under control.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

words: +5k

warnings: i think none? let me know if i should add some!

note: hey you guys!! i can't believe the love you all gave the first part of this fic, and also the love you gave to the outbreak! its surely insane. thank u all for your support, and know that i'll always try to be better and write better and just give you guys the best. i love all of your comments, sorry if i don't reply to them, but i really really really love reading them! the feedback is just what keeps me going. really thank u all 💜. as always, i hope you like this second part! let's see what comes next for pt. 3

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The road to recovery was a difficult one, and if anyone knew about it, it was definitely Bucky Barnes.

It was what everyone had been telling you since you arrived. Besides constantly insisting that you should be careful about everything you did and not overexert yourself, talking about Bucky was another thing that people around you constantly did. You hadn't said that to him the last time you'd seen him, because he seemed angry enough with what little you'd said to him without adding something to it that you didn't even know what it might add to the conversation.

But yes, apparently Bucky was quite a preacher when it came to the path of self-healing. And seven years was just too long... You would have been much more surprised if it was the other way around, that you were still two adults with the minds of children who constantly poked each other with offensive words and backbiting. Maybe thinking Bucky had changed wasn't so crazy after having a whole year to consider it. You'd never had so much silence from him as you did most of the time you were in the hospital.

You wanted to learn more about it. More about him. But you never felt you had the right time to talk to him at length. At first, yes, it was too complicated to take in what he had told you. You two, married? The worst of your nightmares. But eventually you could begin to notice the change, even though his old attitude was still fresh in your memory. Then, just when you felt ready to start trying, the others showed up.

You would never have thought that learning to tolerate people would be such a complicated task until you found yourself in that situation. You were grateful to them, of course, their concern touched you… but to what extent?

You were uncomfortable with their looks and words and, although you managed to give yourself space by letting them know you didn't want them to keep talking about you and Bucky, the discomfort never really went away. And you just couldn't deal with it anymore. Surely, that was what had caused Bucky to pull away from you more and more. You also thanked him for his understanding, but you felt the scales were very unbalanced.

When he told you he would talk to Tony about giving you more space, you took it as a good sign. You could finally have a more private space to live.

What you didn't expect, of course, was to spend a whole week in complete solitude.

You didn't know what was worse.

You thought for a moment that it would be a gradual change and not all at once, and you hardly knew how to handle it. Sometimes you would leave the wing you were settled in and walk around the Complex, hoping to find someone, but it seemed like everyone had been wiped off the face of the earth. There was no one you could meet walking around.

So, at the end of the week you wanted to talk to Bucky again. You thought being like this might be the solution, and it's not that you completely missed some conversations with others, but you did miss some social interaction, and with some boundaries you were sure you could get some good stuff.

“What the hell are you doing up there?”

Your head was up, pointing directly at the figure sitting on a thick branch of a large tree. The woman had an impassive look on her face, but you could tell you had taken her by surprise.

You were taking one of those walks that, rather than being routine, you took hoping to run into someone. Although you had the feeling that you would end up doing it as a routine. And now you were finishing, when you were walking around the green area of the Complex, you happened to look up at the sky and you found Carol Danvers in the middle of the landscape.

“I'm… relaxing,” she barely answered you, clasping her hands together and waving her legs in the air. She almost looked innocent.

“Aha,” you nodded, not quite convinced. “I hadn't seen you in days.”

“Bucky was very clear in his instructions.”

“Instructions?”

“Yeah, he was very specific in asking us not to return to the wing and not to cross your path even by accident. Very intimidating, if you ask me.”

You watched Carol frown reflexively as you weighed her response. That, clearly, answered the questions that were rattling around in your head. But still…

“Why?”

“What?”

“Why did he do that? I didn't tell him what I told him to get everyone out of my life - he didn't even tell me what he wanted to do!”

Carol let out a laugh and it was your turn to frown.

“You can't imagine the things that man would do for you.”

You sighed heavily.

“But I didn't want to be left alone either.”

“That's understandable,” Carol nodded. “It's true that we overreached. You had reason to be uncomfortable and Bucky had reason to be angry. The least we could have done was to be on our best behavior and we failed at that too.”

You processed her apology, but over analyzed her words.

“You failed at that too?”

As soon as you finished asking the question, Carol's face froze. You knew she was known for being careful with her words, and she was the only one in the whole group who could really exercise prudent behavior. She didn't like assumptions or double-talk, unless it was necessary or for a bit of fun. But on a subject like that, you knew she had to be very precise with every word that left her mouth.

So, you didn't waste the opportunity to bring it up even though you knew she would most likely dismiss the topic as if it wasn't something relevant.

“Yes, well… The accident was an intelligence error. We all got complacent, thought the mission would go excellent and smoothly. But we were wrong.”

You didn't expect her to actually give you an answer. Vague, but an answer after all. You tried to fill in the gaps in your head with the information she gave you, but besides being something completely inconclusive, it gave you a big twinge in your head, like every time you tried to remember something.

Sometimes you didn't understand how the doctor said it was possible that you could recover your memory when you faced situations like that. That headache you got when you tried to evoke some recent memory seemed like a wall of miles of concrete that you couldn't break down except with thousands and hundreds of years of hammering on it.

That's how far away and impossible it felt.

“Don't do that,” you heard Carol's voice.

You had lowered your head when you felt the sting and, as always, the light began to bother you. You didn't realize at what point she stepped off the tree branch, but suddenly you felt her beside you holding your shoulders.

“The doctor said to avoid, specifically, forcing your memories. They will come on their own at some point.”

“This sucks,” you barely mumbled as the pain began to subside. “It feels like… having someone else inside my head. My lost memories feel like someone else.”

“I get that.”

You straightened up and began to follow the path back to the Complex at the foot of Carol, who still kept an arm around you just in case. You turned to look at her when she spoke, remembering what she had told you about her past.

“At least you know what you're looking for. The road is full of rocks, but it won't be endless. At some point you'll find a river and walk right into the truth.”

“I hope so.”

“Be patient. And don't force yourself. You'll be fine.”

You pursed your lips unable to keep a feeling of disgust from coursing through your body. Carol was right, like everyone else when they talked about it, and suddenly her advice should carry more weight having been through a similar situation herself, but that did absolutely nothing to alleviate the hollowness you constantly felt in your chest.

Dealing with the situation was easier when you only thought about the present. When you thought your only problem was what to eat for your three meals a day, what movies to see, which sides of the Complex to walk on, and that was it. Everything was perfectly fine when you focused only on the problems you had in the moments instantly.

The real issue came when you had to remind yourself that you weren't living in an everyday situation.

You had an accident. You lost your memory. You spent a year in the hospital. You found out you had a husband. You went to live in a space in the Complex completely isolated to yourself because the stress of the environment there could affect you psychologically. You were constantly living your days… for existing.

Having lost your memory, in addition to taking away the opportunity to continue to grow in your interpersonal relationships, also took away the opportunity to continue working. You were a SHIELD agent, but you weren't cleared for any kind of mission until further notice. And when would that notice come? You had no idea. Basically, you were living in limbo.

You were constantly trying to focus only on the problems of the present because they were things you could more easily deal with. Maybe that's why, despite being a nuisance at times, you appreciated the company of the team. And maybe that's why at the time you didn't miss the loneliness. Not that loneliness that gave way to unhealthy thoughts and hopeless feelings instead of allowing you moments of reflection. You felt you had developed an apathy to loneliness. Or a fear… It was hard to know exactly.

But you had to merge it all into your routine at some point. Learn to deal with both at the same time. Learning to live with the fact that there were millions of things that others remembered and you didn't, while trying to live with creating new experiences to treasure.

Living one problem at a time.

“If you really feel that way, you should go back and talk to Bucky. I can talk to the others and try to set rules and boundaries.”

You raised your head to find yourself in front of the rear entrance to the Complex that Tony had set up so you wouldn't have to walk through all the clutter of agents and clerks at the main entrance. It was a black door that blended in with the rest of the wall, and behind it was a short hallway that led directly to an elevator that had only one number available to go up.

“Yes, that would be ideal,” you nodded thoughtfully, as you walked toward the elevator after closing the door. “Of all the things I could have imagined when I woke up, the least likely, almost impossible, would have been guessing my current relationship with Bucky.”

Carol barely let out a laugh as she rang the elevator with the single button to her left.

“Despite losing your memories, you're not much different than you were in the last few years. Really the only thing that changed was everything that went along with your lousy relationship with Bucky. When you two patched things up, it was like everything fell back into place. The sun came out and the birds sang.”

You laughed with Carol as you entered the elevator and pushed the button with the number five on it.

“I guess it can happen again, right?” you questioned quietly, as you ascended to the third floor.

“It's possible. But don't hold on to what was. You can also chart a new path.”

--

You felt nervous. Your mind was predisposed to disaster. You had taken chamomile tea, but it had given you nothing more than a sudden urge to go to the bathroom. Every second that passed felt like an eternity, and you couldn't conceive that you could ever feel excited at the thought of talking to Bucky. Because what you were feeling at that moment could almost be related to panic. Despite the months that had passed and what you knew of his new version, you still panicked at the thought of talking to him alone.

You had been staring at the door for a while expecting him to show up at any moment, but it felt like you had been sitting there for hours waiting for the same thing. You hated feeling that uncomfortable tingling in your limbs and the nervousness whipping your stomach with an empty feeling. You especially hated it even more knowing that Bucky was the reason you felt this way. A year hadn't been enough time to get used to the idea, it seemed, and still your mind was reluctant to accept the truth. Even though you were aware of what it did to him, what your rejection made him feel, you still couldn't put yourself in a situation other than unwilling. It was like acting against your nature.

Carol had told you that she would tell Bucky to meet you because, like the others, you hadn't seen him again either. She knew where to find him so she told you not to worry about that.

She also told you that the reason everyone seemed to have fallen off the map was because they had started having missions much more often than before. Whoever was making life miserable for them and the rest of the population seemed to have been relentless for days. Carol told you that everything had been manageable until the beginning of last week, when the attacks and disappearances had been more frequent.

She then mentioned that it was unlikely that you would ever see everyone gathered in the same room for more than an hour again, or even a small group of them.

That was all he said.

You asked more questions, like who the person was who was causing these disturbances, or why they wre doing them, but she refused to continue the conversation. She said something about stress and trauma that you could barely understand, but her conclusion was that it was the doctor's express mandate not to talk to you about work. And it seemed that especially about that person who was wreaking havoc in the cities.

The door rang when you were deep in thought.

You moved your gaze just to meet Bucky's clear eyes. A choking sensation suddenly came over you.

His gaze was not tense, as you used to remember it, and he moved his body gracefully across the room; he no longer seemed to carry the sin of the world on his shoulders. His calm expressions made you feel more at ease, coupled with what you had lived and experienced with him over the past year, but you still felt the nervousness come back stronger.

“Carol told me you needed to talk to me.”

You watched him approach without moving an inch from your place at the table, and noticed his brow furrow in concern. At some point, you would have connected that expression with anger, with weariness or annoyance, but his warm, welcoming eyes made you feel like you had no reason to feel cornered.

“Yes, uhm… I wanted to talk to you about the team.”

“What?” Bucky spoke up instantly, his brow furrowing even more. “Have they been bothering you again? Because I was very clear last time-”

“No! That's not why. That's not what I meant,” you rectified quickly when you felt his tone of voice deepen. The lightness with which he used to address you seemed to have taken a vacation when he thought your time was still being disturbed. “I just wanted to tell you that… uhm…”

Damn nervousness. You interlocked your hands under the table and clasped them tightly. You tried to keep a cool expression so as not to alert the man in front of you, and the very thought struck you as odd.

“You didn't need to ask them to leave.”

You finally spoke, and when you looked back to see him, you could make out his peculiar grimace of confusion.

“I really appreciate what you're doing for me, Bucky. It's very… thoughtful,” you would never have thought you'd say all those words in the same sentence. “But I'd really prefer not to always be alone.”

You saw how his features remained mostly intact, but his eyes gave away what was going through his mind. He still looked confused, but he was already walking down the path you were putting together.

“I know what I said. My way of expressing myself was perhaps a bit over the top. But in my defense I didn't think you were going to go and ban them all from ever coming back in. I would never have guessed it.”

Bucky sighed, and you noticed at last how he relaxed his body. Ever since you mentioned the others, his shoulders had tensed and he had leaned forward as if ready to run off and hand out scoldings.

You watched his eyes wander over the table as you two lapsed into a silence that you couldn't tell if it was uncomfortable, comfortable, strange, not at all welcome, or welcome. You had mixed feelings about how to feel in the face of their silence. God, the things you'd come to…

“Okay,” you heard him reply after another few seconds in (un)comfortable silence. “So you'd prefer to see them more often, regularly, but just be less invasive. Something like that?”

“Maybe,” you nodded. “I don't know how I used to be before the accident, but I know that right now I don't feel as willing to talk about some issues.”

“That's okay,” Bucky nodded quickly at your words. “I'll talk to them then. I'll take what you tell me into consideration.”

You mimicked his gesture positively, and gave him a tight-lipped smile.

Okay, now what?

Before your head could start making a problem from the size of a pin to the size of a mountain, Bucky took the floor again.

“How have you been feeling? I mean, physically.”

You blinked a couple of times before answering.

“I've been fine. Sometimes I get a headache, but that's when I'm trying to remember something.”

You saw him nod with his full attention devoted to you. His brow furrowed, but this time in concentration, you were sure.

“You haven't been able to remember anything?”

“No, I haven't.”

You shook your head and felt that strange hopelessness hug your chest. You didn't like to think that sometimes people lived with a conception of you in their heads that you couldn't fill. You felt that they were always waiting for something. The expectation of one day seeing you and you being that person they used to remember. It was hopeless. You thought that no matter how hard you tried, you were never going to reach that version of you that had been erased from your head that everyone was used to. Why would that happen? Even with someone like Bucky, whose relationship between the two of you you didn't remember on good terms, you feared you couldn't exceed those expectations.

“You know,” the voice of the man in front of you brought you back to the present. You shook your head to rid yourself of those thoughts and focus on his words. “If you wanted to someday, you could get out of the Complex and go somewhere in the city. Maybe meet or just walk around.”

“Can I do that?”

Bucky frowned. “Sure. Why couldn't you?”

You looked down at your clasped hands.

“I don't know. I thought part of my recovery included always being here.”

“Ah. Well, that would be the most advisable thing to do, but as long as you're accompanied by someone I don't think there would be any downside.”

“Really?”

“Sure. You can ask anyone to accompany you. We all know the city well. And if that someone isn't busy, I'm sure they'd be happy to accompany you.”

“I definitely will. I've seen some interesting things online that I'd like to see in person.”

Bucky gave you a small smile before speaking. “Then get to work.”

And he stood up. Suddenly, you felt the panic sweep through you again. Was he going to leave already? You felt your heart drop to your stomach and you stretched out the fingers on your hands as he started walking.

“Well, I'll leave you. I have some mission reports to fill out. Report them to Fury before midnight. Most boring part of this job, honestly.”

Every word out of his mouth made him stand an inch farther away and you suddenly didn't like that feeling. You wanted to speak up and stop him, but your head was making you keep your mouth shut with your muddled thoughts hovering over every part of the room. You could almost see every possibility and every word clearly around the room. It was chaotic. You felt chaotic.

Bucky turned to see you, and when your gaze met his, everything stopped in an instant.

“You used to love doing that paperwork.”

The world slowed down to that moment. For a second, you could only perceive his body focused directly at you and his sparkling eyes that told you more than you could comprehend. You felt an itch in your fingertips and had the urge, for a second, to rush out to his side.

That was the part of you you didn't know. The part of you that your head was always fighting with. The memory of your body. The instincts that surfaced every time you experienced a strong feeling. Your head didn't remember it, but your body did. And your rationality was always fighting against the instincts of your body, because it was reluctant to a reality it didn't know. It was all so unfamiliar that you had no choice but to keep yourself in a constant tide of alertness.

There were never any dangers around you, but you always felt the need to be prepared to defend yourself.

That was one of those moments.

“A lot of things I hated to do you loved to do,” Bucky spoke again, this time redirecting his gaze elsewhere in the room as he seemed to be flooded with memories.

His longing face touched you and, for the first time, it looked like your body was going to beat your head.

You got up from the table and Bucky's head moved quickly, as if pulled out of a reverie. He watched you for a couple of seconds in silence, and when you said nothing, he shook his head.

“If you need me, I'm in B wing. Floor five. Room four.”

And without further ado, he turned around again, ready to leave the room.

“Wait!” you exclaimed louder than necessary. You cringed at how loud your voice came out and what it implied that it sounded almost like a prayer. It startled you, and you wanted to disappear when his body turned as he was about to grab the doorknob to open the door.

His eyes… his eyes told you everything. If only you knew the language they spoke; if only you could pay a little more attention; if only you could hold him a little closer…

You felt fear at the path your thoughts were taking. Your body's instincts were taking over the mechanism that kept you from losing your sanity.

“Y/N, you don't have to tell me anything. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable that I said that. I shouldn't have-”

“It didn't make me uncomfortable,” you replied quickly, interrupting him. “It's just… sometimes I don't know how to handle these emotions.”

Bucky nodded.

“I don't know how to… handle you.”

“Handle me?”

“Handle what you cause in me.”

You watched him take a big breath in, his shoulders moving noticeably as he took a deep breath. You didn't know if he wanted to talk or if he wanted to stay silent so you would continue, but you didn't give yourself much time to think about it.

“Sometimes I feel like this whole thing is beyond me, you know, but other times I feel a huge familiarity with what's around me and it's like I've been to that place a million times before.”

You let go of your clasped hands and felt exposed. Talking like that made you feel vulnerable, even though you sensed you should have had that kind of conversation with him before. But that didn't change the fact that the discomfort didn't go away, nor did the need to let him know.

You were barely processing the words coming out of your mouth as your own ears picked them up, as if you were automatically reciting the writing your heart has practiced. The things that part of you had been keeping quiet for a long time had found its way out of you, to express yourself because keeping quiet and silent was turning it into a slave of suffering.

“That's how I feel with you… sometimes. Like I can't handle what I feel and what I think, but other times I feel like I've seen you a million times already, that I've felt this way a million times. And that you've looked at me that way a million times too.”

Bucky stood static in front of you, and his eyes never left yours. The intensity with which his gaze penetrated yours almost made you cringe, because you might not understand all that he was silent and showing through his eyes, but boy was he a man who knew the power of expressing a feeling through the window of his soul. You could almost touch through the masses of air the love he used to profess for you. That he professed still.

“I don't even know what's right and what's wrong because my mind has a limited view of the whole situation. I want to remember and at the same time I'm terrified that I can't.”

“Nothing will change if you can't remember, Y/N.”

“Except everything will change if I never get my memories back. You know that. Don't tell me things like that to make me feel better.”

“I'm not doing that. I don't want to lie to you. I just don't want you to feel like you're failing everyone by not doing it. That's completely out of your will, you know that?”

Reluctantly you nodded. You longed mightily for his words to be a relief, but the storm of emotions didn't go away. On the contrary, the mess inside you grew much bigger. You seemed to feel things far more powerful than your mind could handle.

“The point is, I wish I could learn to handle it all. Because maybe that's the way back to what it was before. By learning to handle it, I'd also stop feeling like I'm going to explode just because you look at me or because you don't.”

“That might be true,” Bucky agreed with you, cocking his head to one side, and for the first time in several minutes his body moved across the room. He seemed to want to move closer to you, and you felt the entire space around you shrink into a small room. The distance was monumentally disastrous, and you didn't know if you wanted him farther away or closer. “Maybe surrounding yourself with familiar things might help you remember, do you want us to try?”

With the tone of voice he was managing, you didn't know if you were sure what he was referring to. You watched his body move closer and closer until you were barely a step away. As you watched him closer, you could tell more closely that he wore an expression you had never known before. He was so very, very relaxed, his eyelids drooping a little lower over his eyes; you didn't even notice any trace of the wrinkles that hinted that he was worried, stressed or confused. No, that expression was confident and calm, the way you feel just after taking a shower before going to bed. It was that kind of domestic, familiar, homey calm that provided the certainty of knowing you were in a safe place.

The Bucky you saw in front of you must have been the one he used to be before the accident.

“And how would we do that?” you could barely muster.

Bucky cocked his head to one side and grimaced as if he was thinking very hard about an answer. His gesture brought a smile to your face. Despite the tension that had suddenly formed between you, you didn't feel the need to run away. Rather, you felt enveloped, precisely, in a safe place.

“I could accompany you on a tour of the city.”

And the idea didn't strike you as crazy at all. In fact, when he had mentioned it, the only person you had thought you might ask had been him.

And you had thought that would be the most extravagant thing you could say to him.

“How about it?” Bucky added to his suggestion, a small lopsided smile gracing his face.

“Sounds like a good idea,” you nodded, your own smile lighting up your face.

The man in front of you nodded, that sense of reassurance never leaving him for a moment. You felt as if you were inside a bubble of unwavering peace.

“Would tomorrow be okay?” Bucky asked.

You pretended to think about it the same way he had before.

“Let me check with my schedule. You know I have very busy days.”

The laugh you drew from his mouth felt like the biggest of prizes. Still apprehensive to accept those emotions, even your mind yielded to the power of Bucky Barnes' melodious laugh. Your defenses were nil at that moment.

“All right. Fair enough.”

And in less than a second, he turned around to walk back in the direction of the door. You felt a chill run through you from the space he had been occupying in front of you.

“When you get your answer, you know where to find me.”

And he walked out of the room. That time you couldn't stop him.

You stood there for several seconds staring at the door trying to process what had happened. You felt like you had just come out of a trance and were experiencing the aftermath one after another without respite.

Your mouth also felt dry.

When you regained consciousness and came out of that space in your head, you began to make your way out of the room. Strangely you felt that something was missing. The interaction you had had with Bucky had felt like deja vu. And now that it was over it felt almost wrong.

You walked in the direction of the exit from that wing of the Complex that led directly to an entrance to the section where you were staying. On your way, you kept repeating Bucky's expressions and in the end his tone of voice so calm, so familiar and so unfamiliar that it had your heart doing somersaults.

You didn't even know at what point the whole situation turned against you. First you came completely reluctant to still accept that there was a part of you that seemed to act instinctively when Bucky was near, only to end up just inches away from him accepting that basically you could still perceive those love-related emotions that you didn't know how to interpret. But you wanted to, of course, you had to make that clear to him.

Your mind for the first time was at ease and your heart felt like it was where it belonged. Your guard was so low that you couldn't even foresee what would happen next.

Your vision went white, accompanied by an extremely sharp pain in the back of your head. You could barely groan from the pain as your knees gave way under the weight of your body and you fell to your knees a few feet from the door.

You felt your little heart pumping blood to its maximum capacity, but you couldn't process what was happening.

You closed your eyes tightly, a thunderous beeping sound echoed in your ears.

Suddenly all your senses were magnified exponentially. The ground above your knees felt so scratchy that even through the fabric of your jean you could feel the friction of the material with the dust molecules. What little wind you could feel coming directly from the air conditioner sounded so loud in your ears that it began to dull the sound of the deafening beeping. You didn't know how your vision was, but closing your eyes so tightly caused a strange pain in your eyelid and it didn't take long for the tears to start building up and sliding freely down your cheeks.

You didn't understand what the fuck was going on.

The only thing you remembered was Bucky in a million scenarios. A bunch of images all projecting at the same time inside your head. A hundred words and sighs. A countless amount of sensations.

You felt and perceived everything at the same time.

Until everything was silence and darkness.

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Tag: @stray-npc

[florianbrandd]

General info

Name: Florian Brand

Role: Survivor

Birthday: ????

Age: 21+

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Abilities (copy pasted from Otakusparkle)

External Trait: Inflatable Airbag

Florian carries 2 asbestos airbags and a utility box filled with chemical solutions.

(Inflation)

Florian injects chemical solutions into his airbag and releases it. This creates a chemical reaction that generates a large amount of gas, rapidly inflating the airbag to expand according to its surroundings. When the airbag expands, it swiftly repels all characters within range.

(Repulsion)

Florian's airbags are highly elastic. When inflated to a certain degree and then squeezed by a Survivor, they can propel the survivor up to 9.6 meters.

(Deflation)

Florian has designed an easy-to-operate exhaust method for his airbags. Survivors can deflate the inflated airbags, causing them to rapidly shrink and lose their size. The deflated airbags will remain in place, and only Florian, who is familiar with their structure, can pick them up again to replenish his airbag count.

(Destruction)

By virtue of the special materials used in their creation,Florian's airbags have excellent resilience and can only be destroyed when struck with 1 charged Hunter attack. Their formidable repulsive properties will also cause the Hunter to recover more slowly after attacking. However, destroyed airbags cannot be recovered.

(Expertise)

Florian's expertise allows him an airbag repulsion cooldown of 10 seconds,while ordinary Survivors have a cooldown of 15 seconds.

External Trait: Temporary Threshold Shift

Florian's hearing has been impaired dueto prolonged exposure to high-decibel noises, which makes it difficult for him to concentrate while decoding. His ability to focus is only restored when he is in environments without disruptive noise sources. Florian's Decoding Speed is reduced by 10%. When restraining Hunters, Florian's Decoding Speed gradually increases by up to 15%.

External Trait: Firefighting Training

Florian's dedication goes beyond post-incident investigations,as he has intentionally honed his skills to execute rescues during life-threatening fires. Florian's Interaction Speed increases by 10%. After using an airbag to repel a Hunter, Florian gains a 35% Speed Boost that lasts for 2 seconds.

Rules/Boundaries

This blog is very headcanon-based, I'd say that's obvious since we don't know much about him yet. I'll add in canon bits here and there as we get them though.

Bringing Florian ships onto this blog is fine whether they're OC x canon or not. I headcanon Florian as mlm.

No NSFW.

Magic anons, au's, crossovers and the like are all fine.

No TERFS or exclusionists.

If you don't wanna see posts that aren't rps or in character asks/aren't important to the blog blacklist the tag #|| mun posts || (I forget to add it sometimes but it should be there most of the time).

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[dieg0brandos-wife]

OMG!!

I love the idea of serial killer!Lilia. I know you haven't put anything else explaining it more, but can I request general headcanons of sk! Lilia??? Sorry if that's asking a lot, thank you! 😊

Thank you! And yes, I’d be happy to do general headcanons for sk!Lilia. I will be honest though, there’s only so much I can do without going on a whole tangent about my ideas.

Warning(s): Yandere, blood/gore, death/murder, social class, blood drinking, arson

war general lilia is a very respected man. you won't find anyone within briar valley that would disagree. as the general he works hard to get that 'oh so' desired reputation anyone would beg for.

apart from his constant state of killing people, he's a very hard worker, and tries to do the best he can. whether that's in the field or when he's killing. He devotes a great portion of his day working on war strategies, and training, often leaving his nights open for his fun activities.

he usually goes down in his dungeon to train occasionally going out to his garden, for all his weapons were down below, even the ones he murdered his victims with. 

he likes leaving traces of blood for his maids to clean because he's twisted, or perhaps too tired to clean it. he strives to leave the biggest messes just so he can see the faces on his workers once they spot it.

oh how that fills him with pleasure

other than work, lilia has lived a long life without his true darling. he can barely stand the thought of being alone, so, now at his very old, yet youthful age, he has no other desire but finding 'the one'. he's tried many ways, putting statements out, flirting, etc. yet nothing works

he often finds himself bringing women, and sometimes men back to his manor to see if they're his perfect match.

when it comes to lilia, he can be VERY picky. if the guest says one thing lilia even slightly disagrees with, it's off with them.

'I hate staying up at night, it makes me grumpy in the morning' -the girl

and it's not a sweet, 'thank you for coming over, don't ever come back.' no, it's death, and only death.

'thank you for sharing that, but i'm actually going to kill you now just because you said that. hope you're satisfied with your life.' -Lilia

over his long lifespan he's gradually become addicted to the thought of killing, something about it excites him beyond anything else he's ever known.

him being a bat fae doesn't help his thirst for blood either, infact, it makes it stronger. he craves the red liquid fresh from the body. the mere thought of slitting someone's throat and drinking from it makes him drool. he's so eager to kill each time he gets the opportunity, just imagining the warm liquid hitting his tongue.

often when he kills, he keeps a part of them with him, whether that be a ring they had, or a lock of their hair, he wants something as trophy. 'i'll add this to my collection, thank you, dear.'

but the worst thing about this lilia is that he feels no remorse. you could've just been ran over, he wouldn't care, it's not his problem. now, if you were the one he’s been looking for, he'd stopping for you and say, 'that's too bad, what can I do?’ 

his love for killing and almost emotionless self doesn't get rid of his love for babies and children. if a baby was in danger, he'd drop what he was doing in a heartbeat.

a baby is stuck in a village lilia just burnt down for no good reason other than 'i'm the commander, what i say goes.'?!?

he's on it, saving the baby is his new found goal.

he still has his playful attitude, but he shows it conditionally. he won’t outright laugh at the joke you made. no! he mustn’t! but in closed doors, or absolute loss of grip from reality, he’ll show his crazy, funny, weird side. or whatever you’d call it.

overall he's a very weird man, yet no one notices how weird he is because of his highly-ranked social class. to them, it's just 'sir vanrouge' being unique. he's almost like a devil in disguise.

Ask away!!! If you thought of specific scenarios, or headcanons I'll respond. (Or anything twist related)

A/N: I'd love to receive feedback and ideas for this scenario!!! I'm open to asks about this, I can't say I'll get to them right away, but I'll try my best! Also I'm sorry if I didn't explain this well enough, I'm not very good at putting things into words, I'm just good at telling the whole story :') I’m writing the fanfiction part for this story, but it might take a bit just for the storyline. I’m open to headcanons and scenarios tho!!

[paulythide]

One Shot details!

So, while I work on the next chapter of the White Lion of the Red Keep, I want to ask and add more details to some of the more prominent options of the future one shot.

For example,

Idea F)-(Tensei Shitara x Galadriel (Overlord) Should it be more interesting if Galadriel was reborn there instead of Rimuru? Because I think it would've been a bit more interesting. Maybe, when Galadriel was reborn, she would've been forced to live in the same cave Rimuru was and slowly absorb the world's magic slowly, without her knowing because she is spending time with Veldora. Then she goes out, and that's where the fanfic began.

Another idea is for her and Rimuri to simply appear together in the same cave. I think this is good too. Rimuru, Veldora and Galadriel could have a sort of hilarious friendship. So, while Rimuru is levelling up, Galadriel would be already op and begin to experiment with that world's magic, perhaps, even level up herself. I don't know. Slime's world mechanic is kind of weird, not going to lie. But it is quite amusing to think about.

Idea >D)-(Mushoku Tensei x Galadriel (Overlord) Now, I think there could be different versions of this, but one of them is. Obviously, Galadriel is born there instead of Rubeus, and the dynamic of the entire series changes. Now, Galadriel could be born full op, but just in the body of a child and growing up, or gradually unlock her power.

Or, she could be born as Rubeus' twin. I don't know about this one, but again. It will change the dynamic of the series.

Idea>B)-(High School DxD x Galadriel (Overlord) I have been watching the series, and honestly, I just can't get into it. It's not for me. But I get the appeal, and the history is not really that bad. I guess it is not for me. Nevertheless, I just think Galadriel could take the place of Issei. I hate that guy, truly. But she would not be the pawn.

I'll let your minds continue with this.

Idea >G)-(Naruto x Galadriel (Overlord) Honestly, it's not really that bad if I think about it. I'll have to deal with just the Naruto fans. But I think it would be an interesting take. Galadriel, a Demonic entity, befriending Naruto with the Nine Tails. I don't know, I can of like the idea.

Idea >H)-(Bleach x Galadriel (Overlord) Now, the two versions are fun to think about. Galadriel just trying to learn more without bringing too much attention to her while also proving to be a sort of "new threat" since her Reiatsu is so strange and unique.

Galadriel, as a new Shinigami recruit, just shocks everyone and shows she has the Reiatsu of a Captain.

Or, Galadriel doing her best to not get the attention of Aizen, who thinks of her as a sort of unique Arrancar.

Funny both and interesting.

-The Game of Thrones or Dance of the Dragon ideas remain the same. But I think I have enough Game of Thrones fanfictions going around. So, yeah, I don't think I'll use them.

There are some people who want me to use I'm a Spider, so What? Well, I'll have to read the novel since the anime doesn't give me much to work on yet.

Also, some of you asked me if I would write an Overlord Fanfic, where Galadriel and Ainz met. Well, it's an interesting concept. Others asked me why I didn't put them together. Well, the original idea I had years ago was to make Galadriel, Ainz's little sister or twin sister.

But decided to just go with Galadriel solo. Well, the idea is still there.

-Also, some asked me about other works.

-Noblesse x Overlord (Now, I like this too! I remember reading the entire webtoon of Nobless for almost two weeks non-stop. I love it. So, it's out there to consider, eh?"

-Goblin Slayer x Overlord (Mm, intriguing.)

-Knosuba x Overlord (Do you want Galadriel to lose her mind with that useless goddess? Do you want her to go full genocide in that world?! Yeah, I thought so...)

-Shokugeki No Soma x Overlord (What...? I don't know even... how would that work? I mean, I am all in for intriguing ideas, but this is weird... but funny. I won't lie!)

-How not to Summon a Demon Lord x Overlord (Galadriel's harem history.)

-Kuroko no Basuke x Ovelord (Demiurge's wearing Laker's uniform.)

So, those are the details and other crazy ideas lying on there, from people's PM and hell.

See you all soon, and keep telling me what you would like to see!

[hotluncheddie]

Hai agaiiinnnn it’s me ☺️

That’s so fair about being sensitive about like substances and having to have the right kind of vibe to partake! I’ve only been high twice and I only get high with my one friend and it’s like fun becuade it’s funny to be high but also it just makes me really really sleepy so it’s not totally worth it for me lol

Also saw you said you don’t have a best friend but if you want to be internet best friends I’m down! I am the type of person where just anyone I like enough I get super excited about friendship so my brain like golden retrievers and goes !!bestfriend!! Like 10 minutes after knowing them lol. Some people are more picky which I totally respect that if that’s your vibe too it’s probably a better way to be to be honest lol

Also also I was reading your fics (love them by the way) and I saw you have a couple angsty ones and a couple smutty ones and a couple Steve is catholic ones and I was wondering have you read a mess of holy things? It’s a no upside down au but Steve was raised super conservatively catholic and then goes to college and meets Eddie an ex-catholic and they have this crazy intense friendship turned relationship and Steve deals with all his internalization of his identity by letting go of the religious oppression he was raised in and it’s AMAZING it’s my favorite fic of all time I tell everyone I know about it lol you might add that to your list!

Also also also it’s so sweet you’ve been with your partner for 9 years and your only 26 I love that that’s is so cute and amazing 🥹

Okay byeee *smooch smooch*- 🍯

hi!!!! 🥺🍯🫂

but omg literally it's made me so sleepy before and like sometimes makes it so i really done wanna talk at all. so not very good for handing out with people. but that's so nice that you have one friend where its comfy and fun to do that!

i would like to be friends!!! but that's so sweet and nice omg u should be happy you're like that, golden retriever brain is actually so special to have <3. i find making friends really really hard tbh and especially online. im just not very good at like the transitions of friendships like getting closer to someone gradually it kinda confuses me and i always think im doing it wrong. so not picky just bad at it lol

ty 🥺 but i have read a little bit of it yes!! some of the chapters have come up on my timeline and so i've read bits!! just checked ao3 and its complete so i will def put it on my list!! i'll take your word for how good it is!!!

but that writer is so so talented omg i've read a lot of their work it's so so so good - very lovely closeness and care and like just touching to touch

but aaaaa ty yeah!! long time!!! ❤️

*mwah!*

[natasha-in-space]

Haha, new profile pic goes brrrr, or: childhood friends au my beloved

I find it so funny how baby Rika's hairstyle on the new CG is so similar to how adult Chaewon's hairstyle looks. Coincidence? I think not. Anyway, I don't think Chaewon was ever a big fan of trick-or-treating, since dressing up is not something she particularly enjoys, but she always relented for her brother's sake. If you add baby Rika to that, she won't even complain much! Unless they make her dress too cutesy that is...

Ref. by @spaniforce on Twitter

More childhood friends au lore dump under the cut 👇

It's interesting to me to think about the possibility of these two meeting as kids. Chaewon comes from a wealthy family, and while this comes with its own difficulties in her relations with them, her parents are good people. She grows more reserved and closed off with age, but as a child? She is a rather spunky and outgoing kid. I feel like she would have a 'mean girl' reputation around her school, even though that label doesn't really fit her. She's not a bully, but she has no filter, and she sure loves getting into fights, much to her father's dismay.

So, what if she ended up going to the very same school Rika was struggling in as a child? Such a thought makes my brain buzz. I don't think she would pay much attention to Rika at first, no. (Or rather Serena, to be more true to canon, but, for simplicity sake, I'll continue using 'Rika' here) She's a loner, and never really made any close friends in school, nor did she ever feel the need to. But, I do think she could overhear some nasty words and rumors that are being spread around about Rika between the other kids. Maybe she'll stumble onto a bullying scene one day. Maybe she'll walk in on Rika crying alone in an empty classroom after forgetting her bag for the countless time. Whatever the case is, she wouldn't stand for it. She's not one for mincing soft words, but she can spook off the bullies just fine, and she will offer a snack if she sees a kid crying without showing any rough edges. Her little brother has a much softer demeanor, so she is no stranger to being in a role of protector like that.

I think it'll be a gradual process when it comes to their relationship. Chaewon is very close with her parents, and she always tells her mother all about her day in school. So, her mother will probably be the one to nudge her into making friends with Rika. Maybe she doesn't have any friends and that's why she's sad? Chaewon doesn't have any friends in her class either, so why doesn't she try to be friends with her? Just a suggestion, her mother says.

I do think Rika will be timid and a bit distant, especially since Chaewon is a very blunt kid. If she thinks you look stupid, she will say just that. But, I believe she'll eventually learn that Chaewon means no ill. She never teases her and she never says that Rika's a bad child. She says that she's strange, but she doesn't make fun of her for that. In fact, she continues to find ways to talk to her daily. Rika will be confused by all this. Does Chaewon like her or not?

It'll be a period of this cautious friendship between them, before Chaewon inadvertently learns of Rika's poor family situation. Be it by Rika slipping up during conversation, or her literally being witness to her mother's abusive behavior first hand. Chaewon is just a kid - a sheltered one at that - so she'll be moreso confused and taken aback by it all than anything else.

That's when her parents come in. Rika's family is well off and makes sure to uphold their good reputation, but so does Chaewon's. It won't take long for her mother to suspect of Rika being seriously abused, judging by what her daughter tells her of the situation, and she won't stand for that. There are a lot of ways to go about it, but, what is concrete, is that Rika will be removed from her abusive environment eventually.

She will probably never meet V, nor Yoosung, nor establish the RFA, nor encounter the Choi twins, so... how much of a good ending that is for the overall story of mystic messenger remains in question. But, it's nice to think of Rika growing into adulthood with trusted and responsible adults around her that she can go to for help, and loyal friends to experience life with. It'll change both her and Chaewon inadvertently. I don't think Chaewon will be as brash or closed off as she is in a normal timeline. Rika helps her be more open to the world and mindful of how her words and actions can affect others, as well as motivating her to pursue her aspirations in life. She will probably pursue a career in professional sport thanks to that, too. In canon timeline, she gives up on that dream after losing an eye in a training accident and having a huge falling out with her father, who doesn't want his daughter to risk her safety by pursuing this path... But, I believe Rika could help soothe the tension between them in this au. She has a way with words and can help them both reconcile, as neither Chaewon nor her father have any bad intention towards one another in this conflict. They simply need to come to an understanding with each another, and Rika can be of help to that.

It also gives them a chance to form a healthy and stable relationship (certainly an oddity with these two). I do think it'll take them both a looong time to realize their feelings, come to terms with them, and then finally express them. It's always confusing when the line between platonic and romantic starts to get blurred, especially so when you're only figuring out your sexuality. Makes me giggle to think of them both full on pining for each other while thinking that this is a totally normal 'girl best friend' behavior. Oh, but when they do get together? They are the softest girlfriends ever. First date will be at the aquarium, of course. Can't go wrong with that. Rika would get Chaewon a huge isopod plushie. They name him Snugglebug (it was Rika's idea).

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also also also!

i wanna hear what you think overblot yuu looks like/acts like(?)

like do they have a blot monster? If so what does it look like? Is it a Disney villain or character?

what pushed yuu to overblot? Was it a sudden thing that no one really noticed or did people notice their change in behavior/appearance and kinda expected it?

what does yuu look like pre overblot? Did they gain eye bags and paler skin? Do they loose sleep during pre overblot? Do they loose weight due to spacing out or just not feeling hungry?

you don’t have to answer all of these ofc and you can add other info! Just want your ideas and thoughts!

I feel like the weight of I'm never going home and if I do leave I'll leave some of my friends here. Ans also the pressure of dealing with so many OB's since Crowley isn't doing his fucking job, I feel like they slowly start don't to care anymore. I feel like it could be gradually building up but it can also snap so quickly bc they are a stranger in a place that uses magic, their bullied in the books multiple time's and I'm pretty sure when the boy's aren't around them it's worse.

I have a feeling Crowley knew since he was the one ot push it on to them and the others knew how much they had on their plate since if they don't do Crowley's work they could get kicked out and stave, possibly die since Crowley is some what of a legal guardian since they have no records of being from this world.

Pre OB I feel like they look a little frazzle since they don't want the other's to worry about them but also mad that they don't noticed, I mean they helped them how many times and they couldn't see a little bit of signs when Yuu caught onto them almost at first glance? This plant's a seed of mistrust, and a voice in their head tells them how the boys aren't really their friend if they couldn't even see that Yuu was in pain and in need of help. Then they slowly start to look more out of it cutting off contact with the boy's since they don't seem to care about Yuu, basically when the blot start's to build up slowly but since Yuu doesn't have an outlet like the boy's they can't see their own blot forming as well, since you can see it in their pens.

I can see them having eye bags with dealing with the boy's shit for so long and adding the stress of school and Crowley it just builds up so quickly.

I also feel like and this is from another tumblr but I forgot who their blot monster is Mother Gothel since I get the feeling that Yuu's OB would be manipulating trying to keep Yuu in the state of mind where she is in control of them and can use their body to harm the boy's that caused them to be like this, making her seem like the good guy in this situation. She also manipulates memories and Yuu can't remember if their real or not so they sip more and depend on her since she is helping them.

I have a feeling the Blot goes away bc of some spell they go into Yuu's mind and fight Mother Gothel's version of themselves and fix Yuu's memory since they do care about the perfect but they didn't see how they did since Yuu was busy with Crowley's bullshit.

And those are my thoughts on them!!

[sandwormsummoner]

Beetlejuice brazil VS Beetlejuice broadway:

Hey there, Beetlejuice fans! Today, let's dive into the world of musicals and explore the comparisons between the Broadway production of “Beetlejuice: The Musical” and its Brazilian counterpart.

1. The first look:

First, let's take a look at the two main figures, the character that gives the franchise its title: Beetlejuice! I'll put the characters side by side so you can get a better view:

2. Alex Brightman and Eduardo Sterblitch:

Images:

3. Analysis:

Observations regarding item 1 in the Brazilian version and items 1 and 2 in the American version:

First and foremost, one difference that immediately catches our eye is the distinction in makeup. While the American version opts for a simpler makeup approach and a more modern hairstyle for the character, the Brazilian rendition goes for a complete white face and a hairstyle reminiscent of the 1988 film version. In the Brazilian adaptation, both hands and face are entirely painted white, and interestingly, the beard is also painted, possibly to match the wig. The American version, in contrast, features a more gradual and understated coloration, at least in my view.

Analysis of part 2 and 5 of the first image and part 3 and 5 of the second image:

Furthermore, there's a subtle detail that might go unnoticed at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it becomes quite evident: the US version features horizontal stripes on the sleeves, whereas the BR version has vertical stripes on the arms. Additionally, the white fabric in the Brazilian rendition is darker than its US counterpart, giving it a somewhat dirtier appearance. Also, the makeup on the teeth was also a great detail in the BR version.

Small details of parts 3, 4 and 5 of the first image and analysis of part 4 of the American version:

Beetlejuice in the USA production wears a simple vertically striped button-up shirt underneath his equally striped suit. In contrast, the Brazilian version also features a simple button-up shirt, but what truly catches the eye are the chop-like details on the white shirt, adding an extra layer of visual interest. Furthermore, the placement of the buttons resembles a spine, although my only critique is that the shirt itself appears too pristine, somewhat contrasting with the character's overall 'dirtier' look. Perhaps some minor scuff and stain details on the shirt could harmonize it with the rest.

Moving on, the US Beetlejuice incorporates small fabric and tie details to convey a sense of dirtiness, while the Brazilian Beetlejuice features tiny beetles scattered across the suit and tie, which adds a charming touch. However, I must agree that the completely black tie on the Brazilian Beetlejuice is a standout choice and personally, I prefer it over the US version.

Analysis of item 6:

The Brazilian counterpart's shoes are rounder and darker, while the American version's shoes are pointed and lighter. There isn't much to comment on in this aspect.

4. Conclusion:

Exploring the nuanced differences between the Broadway and Brazilian adaptations of Beetlejuice has been a lovely journey. From makeup choices to shirt details and tie designs, each version brings its unique flair to the beloved character.

These distinctions not only highlight the creativity of the production teams but also offer fans a fresh perspective on a character we know and love. It's a testament to the enduring appeal of Beetlejuice that allows for such diverse interpretations.

I hope you've enjoyed this closer look at the details that set these two renditions apart. As a Beetlejuice enthusiast, I can't help but appreciate the dedication and artistry that goes into each adaptation. Until next time, fellow fans!

I plan to do a review for Lydia!

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Hello again! I have come back with more questions! Feel free to answer these on your own time.

Due to the fact there are many designs and that they have interchangeable parts, can a mech be outfitted with weapons? I know they have claws and a strong jaw (presumably) but can you strap a plasma rifle onto one? What about utilities like a lighter? Does that mech need training and a license for dangerous upgrades?

assuming the answer to 1 is yes, has there been any major wars or conflict?

Once again about interchangeable parts and different mech designs, are certain mechs designs suited for specific tasks? Can an operator choose the design before becoming a mech? How much freedom do they have?

I hope you can answer these, but I understand if you cant. I hope the world building goes well! Have a good day :>

More questions! 1) Only some parts are interchangeable - and outfitting can mean multiple things. Obviously nothing prevents a mech from holding a weapon with their hands, or physically strapping them onto limbs and holding triggers - I assume this isn't what you mean. When an operator is integrated, their neural I/O is mapped to their new Mech body, propagating nerve signals through the machine muscle that makes up most of a mech's body mass. It's possible to re-map neural bandwidth on demand, to add additional components, limbs, sensors, proxy capabilities or, as you mentioned, weapons. Initially, the mech may have to give up part of their sensory I/O or choose to sacrifice functionality to make room for additional parts, but over time, after initial operator integration, the integration systems themselves slowly seek deeper into the operator's organics, splitting even the finest of signals into smaller strands - as such, operators will often experience their base capacity for neural I/O expanding very gradually - and experienced mechs may not need to give up anything to fit an upgrade. Adding parts requires an Integration Module / INTEG. These are semi-uncommon upgrades that interface with a mech's nervous system by weaving directly into their machine muscle, and acting as an extension for compatible external systems to latch onto.

Trying to enforce which tech a mech decides to incorporate can be a complex affair, and in setting not many factions would consider it a worthwhile endeavor.

If you outwardly sport dangerous upgrades, chances are you won't be welcomed into civilized settlements.

2) The entire setting is post apocalyptic, with mechs being ancient techology, remaining after the fall of the empires of old, now studied and replicated - whichever conflict lead to the fall of previous civilizations, it was extremely comprehensive in its destruction.

Current civilization has existed for long enough to independently develop space travel, but with new powers emerging, new faction conflicts are brewing. I may get into these later, but I've identified at least a handful distinct groups at risk of entering lasting conflict with one another.

3) Certain mechs are better suited for certain tasks by design, and the frame of a mech largely defines its final shape and capabilities (prior to upgrades).

Mechs are mostly Found Technology and the understanding thereof is still being built.

There are generally two ways of becoming an operator - being integrated inside a mech equipped with operator conversion systems, and being integrated within a standalone conversion pod. There are reasons to integrate even if you don't have a mech, which I'll get into later (you could become a Virtual Dweller for instance).

It should be noted that an Operator is what the user becomes during integration. Many operators aren't even aware that they're separable from their Mech Body - if they were converted inside a mech equipped with conversion systems, they'd simply wake up as the mech upon completion.

If you find one and want to perform modifications on it prior to integration, you'd have to find a way haul it back to a workshop with all the necessary spare parts to make significant alterations, and hope it doesn't get stolen or damaged along the way. For this reason, it is often a take it or leave it kinda' deal.

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THE DISTILLERY DOUGH THEORY (PART 1… possibly.) — A Cuphead theory of death, dastardly deeds, and dough.

This is going to gradually appear more professional as this goes on. This is just a possible theory or set of theories, but I am not a theorist. I’m just someone who really enjoys watching Cuphead related videos late at night when I should be asleep. This paragraph is being written after I’ve written almost everything else down. So buckle the fuck up as I take some time to explain a theory I like to refer to as

~🧂THE DISTILLERY DOUGH THEORY🧂~

Disclaimer: Delicious Last Course spoilers. Obviously.

((Credit to my girlfriend @hehe-parappa-goes-brrr for helping me notice crucial details here and encouraging me to wire this down/present it online!!))

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I regret to inform you that this is, in fact, NOT actually about The Moonshine Mob. Sorry, but don’t leave yet! Cause this is about a super obscure, and crucially overlooked detail about the stage “A Dish to Die For”. The Chef Saltbaker Boss. The final boss of The Delicious Last Course DLC to Cuphead.

Okay, so you know how in the first phase, Chef Saltbaker brutally murders the ingredients you gathered for the Wondertart? I noticed something really weird I haven’t seen anyone cover and it’s almost APPALLING to me that it’s not being looked more into.

So first we need to mention that for the Desert Limes and the Icy Sugar Cube, he is clearly seen pulling a weapon out from underneath the countertop. The Gnome Berry Crate gets sort of lucky, but not without losing the Gnome Berries within it.

Let’s address the elephant in the room. There’s one I haven’t mentioned yet.

The Distillery Dough.

THE FUCKING

DISTILLERY DOUGH.

THAT STUPID SMILING GLOB OF PUTTY PUT OUT OF ITS OPTIMISTIC MISERY MIGHT JUST BE THE FUCKING ANSWER WE’VE NEEDED ABOUT SALTBAKER. ABOUT EVERYTHING.

Stay with me here. It gets DEEP.

So to roll down the dough to flat mush, Saltbaker needs a rolling pin, yes? So you expect him to grab it from under the counter like the knife, stake, and hammer, correct?

TELL ME WHY THE FUCK THIS MAN SUMMONS THE PIN WITH HIS BARE HANDS. SORRY— HIS SPARKLY MAGICAL GIRL FINGERS.

AND THEN!! THE PARTY DON’T STOP THERE!! CAUSE AFTER HE SWITCHES TO COOKIE CUTTERS WAY TOO QUICKLY FOR WHATEVER REASON, HE SPRINKLES THE SPARKLY MAGIC ONTO THE ANIMAL CRACKERS AND THEY COME TO LIFE.

HE EVEN DOES THIS WITH THE SALTSHAKERS IN THE SECOND PHASE. AT JUST THE SNAP OF THE FINGER, MAGIC APPEARS AND THE SALTSHAKERS TAKE SHAPE.

So we know that this is some form of magic. And it’s not the only time we see it. Even in the animations of the living ingredients he murders manually, there are still visible sparkles. The question remains; what sort of magic is this? Conjuring items, bringing life to things, etc etc…

It’s a widely popularized idea that (and maybe it’s canon, I’m pretty sure it is.) he wants to utilize the Wondertart to take over the astral plane. That’s what baking the Wondertart promises, no? (And he sure wasn’t about to help Chalice, seeing that there exists the ability for her to be the spirit trapped in the capsule in both cutscenes. That rules out that he originally had no intentions of helping her in the first place.) And we know he made the astral cookies that momentarily bring Chalice to life. Thing was, where did he acquire the ability to harness any sort of astral energy to make these magical cookies?

Are you getting it yet?

Do you see what I see?

CHEF SALTBAKER ALREADY BARES ASTRAL POWER. NONETHELESS, WANTS MORE POWER SO, SUPPOSEDLY, HE CAN CONTROL THE ASTRAL PLANE.

GUYS???

EVEN THIS LYRIC IN THE EPILOGUE’S SONG, “A Chef’s Coda”, FURTHERMORE EXEMPLIFIES THIS.

“I should not have let all of that power go to my head

Now I'll bake for good, now I'll bake my bread”

I add that last line cause this is also important in a way. Why bread? There’s obviously the easy rhyme choice along with the context of Saltbaker as a character, but apparently in Christian beliefs, bread is an important food that symbolizes sharing. He’s reformed as far as we’re made aware of. Basically, the idea is that Saltbaker is going to utilize his skills for the benefit of everyone. I mean, he is sentenced to community service after all! Essentially, everyone gets a piece of the pie (pun totally intended like oh my god).

Even just the second line (“The recipe was in my book, the recipe was overcooked.”) could have symbolism for Hell! And we know damn well that there’s a lot of… well, hellish representation in the entirety of Cuphead. It’s even in the full game title; “Cuphead Don’t Deal With The Devil”. The DEVIL HIMSELF IS THE MAIN ANTAGONIST OF CUPHEAD’S BASE GAME. This line delivery has to be intentional because to overcook something, you have to burn it. Hell is typically represented with fire, which, fun fact, burns things. Then there’s the iconic curse “burn in Hell.” Burn… Overcook… just thought I’d mention that. Maybe the Hell and Bread (representative of Heaven) analogy represents a sort of bad influence? And Saltbaker dropping the influence? The ball’s in your court to decide what that means.

Back to the whole astral magic thing, the answers to how he acquired the magic in the first place and what he was planning to do with the astral plane while he had control are still in the air and undetermined. He has the built in astral power to make the cookies. He demonstrated the ability to conjure items from thin air and bring things to life— two elements that totally connect to how The Legendary Chalice becomes Ms. Chalice. Conjuring of an available vessel, as well as making Chalice corporeal to it.

We could probably look deeper into that topic if you wanted me to! This is kinda fun embracing my critical, theoretical side for a positive outcome for once!

I think another detail worth mentioning is the animal crackers made from the Distillery Dough mixed with the astral magic are essentially just astral cookies. Cause like. ANIMAL CRACKERS ARE ACTUALLY CLASSIFIED AS COOKIES. ITS WEIRD BUT LOOKING ON THE WIKI FOR “ANIMAL CRACKERS”, IT WAS CONSIDERED A BISCUIT CRACKER. I GUESS. I DONT KNOW, I’M NOT EUROPEAN.

I’ve been typing this on the Notes app of my phone for two hours. There’s still more that could be covered. But I think I need to give my brain a chance to slow down before I make this any longer. If y’all think this is a valid theory, let me know, and I’ll cover even more about this topic! If you think I got something wrong, say so! Hell, if you have a possible theory you want me to play with, I’m up for a challenge to debunk some crazy shit!! Anyways uh, take care, caretakers! I’m thinking way too outside of the box aren’t I.

TL;DR: Chef Saltbaker already has astral abilities built into his system even before he is able to craft the Wondertart and is likely looking for full control of the astral plane for unspecified, undetermined reasons. We know this because of the Distillery Dough attack animation in the first phase.