#jorj thoughts

[thefrontofmymind]

part 2/?

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part 1 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

[milfglupshitto]

hand of thrawn duology probably the funniest books I’ve ever read in my fucking life. we zigzag between:

the former second in command turned head of the military of a dying empire prepares to surrender, still wracked with guilt and grief from the fact that ten years ago his commander died only a few feet away from him and maybe he could have given this scrap-metal fleet a more noble end, made it something to believe in, and he knows that he’s doing the right thing and he’s trying so desperately to believe that, and then that commander is back from the dead and he didn’t know and he never told him about any backup plan but he really should have expected it and now he’s working with someone else and he is certain something isn’t right I mean he literally saw the light leave his eyes he watched him die he was just a few feet away but he wants so badly for something to believe in again that he’ll believe in “him” even if it means accepting that this really is the man he knew and he is choosing to leave him in the dark

and:

the con artist who has had extensive surgery and is being paid an unknown presumably outrageous amount of money to impersonate a ten-years-dead military commander for clout has been drinking a lot tonight and is now confident he could basically do this whole strategic genius act himself and his two fellow conspirators who came up with the whole charade are pausing their own argument to tell him he’s a fucking idiot

unparalleled media experience. I wish this is what the sequels were about god can you even imagine

[indouloureux]

no bc that drabble about soft sex with eddie has done something to me augie-

i had a (basically prophetic) vision of riding eddie and like holding his hands like that way where ur fingers are linked and ur like FULLY holding his hands and ur fingers are in between each of his and its just so cute and you both can't stop smiling and lszidufhlifuisjks

(i think the brain rot has finally gotten to me, babe)

-jorj👻

18+ mdni NO BECAUSE i told myself i wouldn't write other things until i finished this 20k fluff BUT

somehow bauhaus's third uncle had moans and grunts and skins slapping now. it had eddie's delirious groans, your high-pitched whimpers and the applaud of your flesh as you bounce on your lover's lap with all the vigor you've mustered.

"that's it, baby," eddie's head throws back against the couch, his hair sticking to his bare chest, an ophidian curl covering the demon right above his heart. he watches his cock disappear in and out of your gummy cunt, his hairy thighs sticky with your mixed arousals. "keep bouncing that pretty body,"

you do. with your hands on his shoulders, fingers loosely tangled in his disheveled mullet, your own hair moved to one side over your left collarbone that just makes the right side of your face so ethereal with the glisten of your sweat; eyes scrunched in ecstasy as your plump lips exude moans that eddie finds himself getting harder if possible.

"fuckin' ozzy, eds," ozzy, his own term for god in his own blissful moments that you'd picked up from him. your boyfriend smiles in his heavy gaze, lips lazy and yearning. "feels s-so good."

your head throws back, presents him his own purple-yellow art work created by love bites and starved sucklings. and he finds himself leaning up to press ever-so chaste kisses onto your neck, riding his lips up to your collarbone until he finds your wet lips.

he kisses you. feverish, hot, amorous. in that frenzied moment, he kisses you like you're in a field up a hill beneath the morphing clouds. with blooming flowers tickling your ankles and the ruffles of your dress grazing his knees exposed from his ripped jeans; like you're not both naked, covered in slick and producing wet squelches from your wild sexes. no, he kisses you, righteous in his own want.

"you look beautiful, honey," he murmurs against your soft skin, finds comfort in it. "like...a slayer. slayer of dragons and all men. you've slayed my heart actually. kept it all to yourself riiight after."

"how–c-can you talk so—...so casually while i'm fucking you?" you laugh incredulously, eyes shut with your eyebrows joint into concentration and forced energy.

"its a talent, i guess," he kisses your temple. "i can be blissed and talk about how beautiful you are at the same time, you little devil."

"thought i was a slayer?"

"you can be a lot of things. a lot of things but you're still you, huh. you, the one that i love," he tucks your hair behind your ear, sees the small dollar-store pearl earring that he bought you and swoons.

you sigh against him. "such a sap, babe,"

he kisses you again.

eddie's hands roam from your waist up to your tatted arms, inked drawings he put on you himself that he traces with his thumb until his fingers slither up to find yours and lace them together.

he pries your lips apart in a soft click, a string of saliva coming with because despite the doting moment, you still are cock drunk. you lazily grin at him, flashing him your pearls that makes him turn liquid and melts back into the backseat of his couch, taking your hand into his and placing them on his chest.

even in moments that don't burn in corybantic lust, he finds himself falling deeper for you. with the sun shining through the trailer blinds and gives you an incandescent glow, his thumbs trace your knuckles, eyes drooping when you clench around his cock and he moans. you smile tiredly, bringing your joint hands up to your lips and kiss its back, before you rest them back to his chest.

he feels you clench a couple more times before you cum onto him and he spills his hot seed into you, moans joined when he kisses you again just because, your hands laced like a delicate silk ribbon, sitting between your bodies to remedy your aching limbs.

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[yandere--stuck]

Mind if i send a birthday jorj/june thought lmao

Homestuck Georg

But yes absolutely!!! I love hearing from u c: hope you've been doing well btw!

[cryley]

10, 16 & 26 xxx

-jorj

HI JORJ! thank you <3

10. on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice? apple is way better than orange imo, but I'm a water girlie on planes

16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip? lol I love it. It's my go to ice cream and idc what anyone says

26. how’s your spice tolerance? actually really high! there's a local ramen place near me and they have the BEST spicy tan tan ramen, but it kills anyone I've ever recommended it to.

[starwarsgirl198]

Original story was written by Timothy Zahn, I just added more scenes to it with my characters.

1

    The light freighter Bargain Hunter moved through space, silver-gray against the blackness, the light of the distant stars reflecting from its hull. Its running lights were muted, its navigational beacons quiet, its viewports for the most part as dark as the space around it.

    Its drive gunning for all it was worth.

    “Hang on!” Dubrak Qennto barked over the straining roar of the engines. “Here he comes again!”

    Clenching his teeth firmly together to keep them from chattering, Jorj Car’das got a grip on his seat’s armrest with one hand as he finished punching coordinates into the nav computer with the other. Just in time; the Bargain Hunter jinked hard to the left as a pair of brilliant green blaster bolts burned past the bridge canopy. “Car’das?” Qennto called. “Snap it up, kid.”

    “I’m snapping, I’m snapping,” Car’das called back, resisting the urge to point out that the outmoded nav equipment was Qennto’s property, not his. As was the lack of diplomacy and common sense that had gotten them into this mess in the first place. “Can’t we just talk to them?”

    “Terrific idea,” Qennto bit out. “Be sure to compliment Progga on his fairness and sound business sense. That always works on Hutts.”

    The last word was punctuated by another cluster of blaster shots, this group closer than the last. “Rak, the engines can’t hold this speed forever.” Maris Ferasi warned from the copilot’s seat, her dark hair flashing with green highlights every time a shot went past.

    “Doesn’t have to be forever,” Qennto said with a grunt. “Just till we have some numbers. Car’das?”

    On Car’das’ board a light winked on. “Ready,” he called, punching the numbers over to the pilot’s station. “It’s not a very long jump, though—”

    He was cut off by a screech from somewhere aft, and the flashing blaster bolts were replaced by flashing starlines as the Bargain Hunter shot into hyperspace.

    Car’das took a deep breath, letting it out silently. “This is not what I signed up for,” he muttered to himself. Barely six standard months after signing on with Qennto and Maris, this was already the second time they’d had to run for their lives from someone.

    And this time it was a Hutt they’d frizzled. Qennto, he thought darkly, had a genuine talent for picking his fights.

    “You okay, Jorj?”

    Car’das looked up, blinking away a drop of sweat that had somehow found its way into his eye. Maris was swiveling around in her chair, looking back at him with concern. “I’m fine,” he said, wincing at the quavering in his voice.

    “Of course he is,” Qennto assured Maris as he also turned around to look at their second junior crewer, the other being a fourteen year old girl named Alile Nerys who was sitting next to Car’das. She had long black hair that had white mixed in, gold eyes and a dark complexion. Car'das had no idea how she talked her way to join the crew but she had. “Those shots never even got close.”

    Car’das braced himself. “You know, Qennto, it may not be my place to say this—”

    “It isn’t; and don’t.” Qennto said gruffly, turning back to his board.

    “Progga the Hutt is not the sort of person you want mad at you,” Car’das said anyway. “I mean, first there was that Rodian—”

    “A word about shipboard etiquette, kid,” Qennto cut in, turning just far enough to send a single eye’s worth of glower at Car’das. “You don’t argue with your captain. Not ever. Not unless you want this to be your first and last tour with us.”

    “I’d settle for it not being the last tour of my life.” Car’das muttered.

    “What was that?”

    Car’das grimaced. “Nothing.”

    "I agree with the Car'das," Alile said, breaking her silence. "Hutts don't let grudges go."

    Qennto doesn't say anything to Alile, Car'das quickly learns that he was intimidated by the fourteen year old girl for some reason. Maybe it had something to do with the black canid that was standing next to her.

    “Don’t let Progga worry you,” Maris soothed. “He has a rotten temper, but he’ll cool off.”

    “Before or after he racks the four of us and takes all the furs?” Car’das countered, eyeing the hyperdrive readings uneasily. That mauvine nullifier instability was definitely getting worse.

    "He won't rack me," Alile chimed in from the back. "He likes my Auntie Ren."

    "I didn't know you had an Aunt." Maris said, bringing up a good point. None of them knew much about her but they all felt that they had seen her face before but wouldn't place it.

    Alile glanced at her and said, "Because I like my privacy." There was a note of warning in her voice to not push.

    “Oh, Progga wouldn’t have racked us,” Qennto scoffed, cutting into what would surely have turned into an argument. “He’d have left that to Drixo when we had to tell her he’d snatched her cargo. You do have that next jump ready, right?”

    “Working on it,” Car’das said, checking the computer. “But the hyperdrive—”

    “Heads up,” Qennto interrupted. “We’re coming out.”

    The starlines collapsed back into stars, and Car’das keyed for a full sensor scan. And jerked as a salvo of blaster shots sizzled past the canopy.

    Qennto barked a short expletive. “What the frizz?”

    “He followed us.” Maris said, sounding stunned.

    “And he’s got the range,” Qennto snarled as he threw the Bargain Hunter into another series of stomach-twisting evasive maneuvers. “Car’das, get us out of here!”

    “Trying.” Car’das called back, fighting to read the computer displays as they bounced and wobbled in front of his eyes. There was no way it was going to calculate the next jump before even Qennto’s luck ran out and the fuming Hutt back there finally connected.

    But if Car’das couldn’t find a place for them to go, maybe he could find all the places for them not to go…

    The sky directly ahead was full of stars, but there was plenty of empty black between them. Picking the biggest of the gaps, he punched the vector into the computer. “Try this one.” he called, keying it to Qennto.

    “What do you mean try?” Maris asked.

    The freighter rocked as a pair of shots caught it squarely on the aft deflector. “Never mind.” Qennto said before Car’das could answer. He punched the board, and once again the starlines lanced out and faded into the blotchy hyperspace sky.

    Maris exhaled in a huff. “That was too close.”

    “Okay, so maybe he is mad at us,” Qennto conceded. “Now. Like Maris said, kid, what do you mean, try this one?”

    “I didn’t have time to calculate a proper jump,” Car’das explained. “So I just aimed us into an empty spot with no stars.”

    Qennto swiveled around. “You mean an empty spot with no visible stars?” He asked ominously. “An empty spot with no collapsed stars, or pre-star dark masses, or something hidden behind dust clouds? That kind of empty spot?” He waved a hand toward the canopy. “And out toward the Unknown Regions on top of it?”

    “We don’t have enough data in that direction for him to have done a proper calculation anyway.” Maris said, coming unexpectedly to Car’das’ defense.

    “That’s not the point.” Qennto insisted.

    “No, the point is that he got us away from Progga,” Maris said. “I think that deserves at least a thank-you.”

    Qennto rolled his eyes. “Thank you,” he said. “Such thanks will be rescinded if and when we run through a star you didn’t see, of course.”

    “I think it’s more likely the hyperdrive will blow up first,” Car’das warned. “Remember that nullifier problem I told you about? I think it’s getting—”

    He was cut off by a wailing sound from beneath them, and with a lurch the Bargain Hunter leapt forward like a giffa on a scent.

    “Running hot!” Qennto shouted, spinning back to his board. “Maris, shut ’er down!”

    “Trying,” Maris called back over the wailing as her fingers danced across her board. “Control lines are looping— can’t get a signal through.”

    With a curse, Qennto popped his straps and heaved his bulk out of his seat. He sprinted down the narrow aisle, his elbow barely missing the back of Car’das’ head as he passed. Poking uselessly at his own controls, Car’das popped his own strap release and started to follow.

    “Car’das, get up here.” Maris called, gesturing him forward.

    “He might need me.” Car’das said as he nevertheless reversed direction and headed forward.

    “Sit,” she ordered, nodding sideways at Qennto’s vacated pilot’s seat. “Help me watch the tracker— if we veer off this vector before Rak figures out how to pull the plug, I need to know about it.”

    “But Qennto—”

    “Word of advice, friend,” she interrupted, her eyes still on her displays. “This is Rak’s ship. If there are any tricky repairs to be made, he’s the one who’ll make them.”

    “Even if I happen to know more about a particular system than he does?”

    “Especially if you happen to know more about it than he does,” she said drily. “But in this case, you don’t. Trust me.”

    “Fine,” Car’das said with a sigh. “Such trust can be rescinded if and when we blow up, of course.”

    “You’re learning,” she said approvingly. “Now run a systems check on the scanners and see if the instability bled over into them. Then do the same for the nav computer. Nerys, I want you to check on our weapon system. Once we get through this, I want to make sure we can find our way home again.”

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    It took Qennto over four hours to find a way to shut down the runaway hyperdrive without slagging it. During that time Car’das offered his help three times, and Maris offered hers twice. All the offers were summarily refused.

    Which was fine with Alile because she hadn't offered her help once, she didn't like these ships. It was so easy for someone to steal them and then use them against their owners. 

    Sometime during the first hour, as near as Car’das could figure from the readings tumbling across the displays, they left the relatively well-known territory of the Outer Rim, passing into a shallow section of the far less well-known territory known as Wild Space. Sometime early in the fourth hour, they left even that behind and crossed the hazy line into the Unknown Regions.

    At which point, where they were or what exactly they were flying into was anyone’s guess.

    Alile seemed to be...excited to be out here which confused everyone because no one was ever excited to end up here. Even her black canid, Rye, seemed excited as it paced around the cockpit.

    But at last the wailing faded away, and a few minutes later the hyperspace sky collapsed into starlines and then into stars. “Maris?” Qennto’s voice called from the comm panel.

    “We’re out,” she confirmed. “Running a location check now.”

    “I’ll be right there.” Qennto said.

    “Wherever we are, we’re a long way from home,” Car’das murmured, gazing out at a small but brilliant globular star cluster in the distance. “I’ve never seen anything like that from any of the Outer Rim worlds I’ve been to.”

    “Me, neither,” Maris agreed soberly. “Hopefully, the computer can sort it out.”

    The computer was still sifting data when Qennto reappeared on the bridge with Alile right behind him and she sat down on the second empty chair in the cockpit. Car’das had made sure to be back at his own station by then. “Nice cluster,” the big man commented as he dropped into his seat. “Any systems nearby?”

    “Closest one’s about a quarter light-year directly ahead.” Maris said, pointing. 

    Qennto grunted and punched at his board. “Let’s see if we can make it,” he said. “Backup hyperdrive should still have enough juice for a jump that short.”

    “Can’t we work on the ship just as well out here?” Car’das asked.

    “I don’t like interstellar space,” Qennto said distractedly as he set up the jump. “It’s dark and cold and lonely. Besides, that system up there might have a nice planet or two.”

    “Which means a possible source of supplies, in case we end up staying longer than we expect.” Maris explained.

    “Or a possible place to settle down away from the noise and fluster of the Republic for a while.” Qennto added.

    Car’das felt his throat tighten. “You don’t mean—?”

    “No, he doesn’t,” Maris assured him. “Rak always talks about getting away from it all whenever he’s in trouble with someone.”

    “He must talk that way a lot.” Car’das muttered.

    “What was that?” Qennto asked.

    “Nothing.”

    From the corner of Car'das' eyes he saw Alile shoot him a smirk before she looked away.

    “Didn’t think so. Here we go.” There was a screech, more genteel than the sound from the Bargain Hunter’s main hyperdrive, and the stars stretched out into starlines.

    Silently, Car’das counted off the seconds to himself, fully expecting the backup hyperdrive to crash at any time. But it didn’t, and after a few tense minutes the starlines collapsed again to reveal a small yellow sun directly ahead.

    “There we go,” Qennto said approvingly. “All the comforts of home. You figure out yet where we are, Maris?”

    “Computer’s still working on it,” Maris said. “But it looks like we’re about two hundred fifty light-years into Unknown Space.” She lifted her eyebrows at him. “I’m thinking we’re going to have a stack of late-delivery penalties when we finally get to Comra.”

    “Oh, you worry too much,” Qennto chided. “It won’t take more than a day or two to fix the hyperdrive. If we push it a little, we shouldn’t be more than a week overdue.”

    Car’das suppressed a grimace. Pushing the hyperdrive, if he recalled correctly, was what had wrecked the thing to begin with.

    There was a twitter from the comm. “We’re being hailed.” He reported, frowning as he keyed it on. He threw a look at the visual displays, searching for their unknown caller—

    And felt his whole body go rigid. “Qennto!” He snapped. “It’s—”

    He was cut off by a deep rumbling chuckle from the comm. “So, Dubrak Qennto,” an all-too-familiar voice rumbled in Huttese. “You think you can escape me so easily?”

    “You call that easy?” Qennto muttered as he keyed his transmitter. “Oh, hi, Progga,” he said. “Look, like I told you before, I can’t let you have these furs. I’ve already contracted with Drixo—”

    “Ignore the furs,” Progga cut in. “Show me your hidden treasure hoard.”

    Qennto frowned at Maris. “My what?”

“Do not play the fool,” Progga warned, his voice going an octave deeper. “I know your sort. You do not simply run from something, but run rather to something else. This is the lone star system along this vector; and behold, you are here. What could you have run to but a secret base and treasure hoard?”

    Qennto muted the transmitter. “Car’das, where is he?”

    “A hundred kilometers off the starboard bow,” Car’das told him, his hands shaking as he ran a full scan on the distant Hutt ship. “And he’s coming up fast.”

    “Maris?”

    “Whatever you did to shut down the hyperdrive, you did a great job,” she said tightly. “It’s completely locked. We’ve still got the backup, but if we try to run and he tracks us again—”

    “And he will,” Qennto growled. Taking a deep breath, he switched the transmitter back on. “It wasn’t like that, Progga,” he said soothingly. “We were just trying to—”

    “Enough!” the Hutt bellowed. “Lead me to this base. Now.”

    “There isn’t any base,” Qennto insisted. “This is the Unknown Regions. Why would I set up a base out here?”

    Car'das saw the ever silent Alile shift in response to Qennto's words but she didn't say anything and when she noticed Car'das looking at her, she ceased her movement and stared right back at him until he looked away. Her gold eyes were piercing and intense, not many people could return her stare.

    A light flashed on Car’das’ proximity sensor. “Incoming!” He snapped, his eyes darting back and forth among the displays as he searched for the source of the attack.

    “Where?” Qennto snapped back.

    Car’das had it now, coming from directly beneath the Bargain Hunter: a long, dark missile arrowing straight toward them. “There.” He said, pointing a finger straight down as he stared at the display.

    The other three missed the flash of recognition that went through Alile's gold eyes before the look vanished, to replace by surprise. 

    It was only then that his brain caught up with the fact that this wasn’t the vector a missile would take from the approaching Hutt ship. He was opening his mouth to point that out when the missile burst open, its nose ejecting a wad of some kind of material. The wad began to expand as it cleared the shards of its container, opening like a fast-blooming flower into a filmy wall stretching over a kilometer across.

    “Power off!” Qennto snapped, lunging across his board to the row of master power switches. “Hurry!”

    “What is it?” Car’das asked, grabbing for his board’s own set of cutoffs.

    “A Connor net, or something like it.” Qennto gritted out.

    “What, that size?” Car’das asked in disbelief.

    “Just do it.” Qennto snarled. Status lights were winking red and going out now as the three of them raced against the incoming net.

    The net won. Car’das had made it through barely two-thirds of his switches when the rippling edges came into sight around the sides of the hull. They folded themselves inward, curling around toward the bridge—

    “Close your eyes.” Maris warned.

    Car’das squeezed his eyes shut. Even through the lids he saw a hint of the brilliant flash as the net dumped its high voltage current into and through the ship, sending a brief coronal tingling across his skin. '

    And when he carefully opened his eyes again, every light that had still been glowing across the bridge had gone dark.

    The Bargain Hunter was dead.

    Through the canopy came a flicker of light from the direction of the Hutt ship. “Looks like they got Progga, too.” He said, his voice sounding unnaturally loud in the sudden silence.

    “I doubt it,” Qennto rumbled. “His ship’s big enough to have cap drains and other stuff to protect him from tricks like this.”

    “Ten to one he’ll fight, too,” Maris murmured, her voice tight.

    “Oh, he’ll fight, all right,” Qennto said heavily. “He’s way too stupid to realize that anyone who can make a Connor net that big will have plenty of other tricks up his sleeve.”

    A multiple blaze of green blasterfire erupted from the direction of the Hutt ship. It was answered by brilliant blue flashes vectoring in from three different directions, fired from ships too small or too dark to see at the Bargain Hunter’s range. “You think whoever this is might get so busy with Progga that they’ll forget about us?” Maris asked hopefully.

    “I don’t think so.” Car’das said, gesturing out the canopy at the small gray spacecraft that had taken up position with its nose pointed at the freighter’s portside flank. It was about the size of a shuttle or heavy fighter, built in a curved, flowing design of a sort he’d never seen before. “They’ve left us a guard.”

    “Figures,” Qennto said, glancing once at the alien ship and then turning back to the green and blue flashes. “Fifty says Progga lasts at least fifteen minutes and takes one of his attackers with him.”

    Neither of the others took him up on the bet, Alile just rolled her eyes and shook her head. Car’das watched the fight, wishing he had his sensors back. He’d read a little about space battle tactics in school, but the attackers’ methodology didn’t seem to fit with anything he could remember. He was still trying to figure it out when, with a final salvo of blue light, it was over.

    “Six minutes,” Qennto said, his voice grim. “Whoever these guys are, they’re good.”

    “You don’t recognize them, either?” Maris asked, looking out at their silent guard.

    “I don’t even recognize the design,” he grunted, popping his restraints and standing up. “Let’s go check on the damage, see if we can at least get her ready for company. Car’das, Nerys, you stay here and mind the store.”

    “Me?” Car’das asked, feeling his stomach tighten. “But what if they— you know— signal us?”

    Alile just nodded her head as she moved to the pilot's seat, her gold eyes scanning the console.

    “What do you think?” Qennto grunted as he and Maris headed aft. “You answer them.”

[reythemandalor]

i have reached chapter four of Outbound Flight and only just realised that Jorj Car'das and Jorus C'baoth are not the same person.

[thefrontofmymind]

1/?

these mostly came to me in a vision, so enjoy. and yes i only did the hawkins gang sue me.

(all charts found on pinterest)

[didntturn]

❤️

[tremendum]

tense • thomas (the maze runner)

(thomas (tmr) x fem reader smut)

requested: Hi! Can you write a tmr smut for Thomas X Fem!reader please? :) 

warnings: angry sex, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of brief violence (canon typical), arguing, idk this is fairly vanilla. unedited. 

[characters are aged up to around 20. takes place during tdc.]

3k words

♡

it was stuffy inside the room where you all sit, sprawled out around papers and the map, the air tense with nerves. for the last few hours you’ve been planning a way to get minho - or at least, you’ve been trying. 

“if gally’s right, the sewers should bring us to this side of the building - but we’ll still...” and then thomas trails off, lost in thought. 

“we’ll what, mate?” newt asks not unkindly from his seat next to you, everyone in the room eyeing thomas as he stares down at the city map in contemplation. all thomas does in response is shoot his hand up, gesturing for newt to be quiet. it takes you back, the rudeness of his gesture. clearly, the others are thrown off too. 

gally meets your gaze from the other side of the table and you hold his eyes, both sharing a look of apprehension. thomas is wound up tight; he’s been acting on edge, angry, and dismissive all day, and as much as you care about him and feel the same way about minho, he’s making it harder for you to actually save him. 

“thomas, if you want our help you have to tell us what you’re thinking.” you say, cutting through the awkward silence. gally and the others look to thomas and jorje looks like he's about to speak but then sinks back into his chair. 

you twiddle your knife's blade between your fingers as you wait for thomas's response.  

thomas sighs, not looking away from the map. “i’m trying to think.” thomas snaps, causing everyone to perk in shock, this time you meet frypan’s eyes as he shoots you a disturbed look. you know your face looks nearly the same as thomas adds, “but you're making that pretty hard right now.” 

“what the hell did i do?” you ask, louder than before. kicking, you bring your legs forwards and off the table in front of you to sit upright. “i’m trying to get minho back. it’s not our fault you woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

"drop the attitude." thomas snaps, eyes looking fiercely at you. “it’s not helping.” you're stunned, mouth open as you watch him, waiting to see if he smiles. he doesn't.

you meet newt's eyes from across the table, and his expression nearly makes you laugh. frypan’s staring at the table intently with his mouth in a smirk, and gally’s shoulders are shaking subtly as if concealing a laugh. you’ve almost never seen thomas this kind of angry before - usually he was strong, level headed - and calm, but he’s clearly got something going on, and everyone’s noticed. his anger is new and uncomfortable, and it made you want to laugh to ease the awkwardness you feel. 

"what's your deal, thomas?" you ask, since nobody else seems to want to. gally huffs a laugh under his breath as he stretches his legs out, leaning back on his arms. thomas’s eyes bore into your own; even you almost laugh out of nerves but you know that'll probably make him even more frustrated.

"do any of you even care that minho’s at WICKED?" he snaps. your chest lights on fire at his words just as you see brenda roll her eyes and newt sigh, frypan shaking his head in frustration, and you’re sure it’s a reaction to the way you and thomas are bickering like children. you don’t care.

"thomas, shut the fuck up." you say sternly. the others shift in their seats, but you continue. “you act like most of us haven’t known him for twice longer than you. we get it, we need him back. we’re terrified for him. but its clear you have to let us all figure it together. you can’t figure it out on your own. i know you’re blinded by the need to see teresa and minho, but try to use your brain.” 

thomas shakes his head, "i didn't hear any of you saying that earlier." 

“because you dont give any of us any time to even speak!” you snap back, suddenly wedging your knife down into the edge of the table and standing. brenda and newt, the two sitting closest to you besides thomas, both jump at the action. 

“i’m open to suggestions. it just seems like i’m the only one who wants to get to WICKED.” 

“we all want to, thomas!” you nearly yell, wanting to pull your hair out. “you clearly just want to go see your girlfriend. this was never just about minho. we’re not stupid.” you say. thomas’s eyes flicker, something in his expression changing. everyone else is silent, watching in shock after your words. it struck a nerve; maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say.

“we need him.” thomas says, anger flickering in his voice as he takes a threatening step towards you, now face to face as you look up at him in anger. “she has nothing to do with it.” 

you roll your eyes, “sure.” thomas’s jaw clenches and you look away because holy hell, he is so hot - and that’s not what you should be thinking of right now. 

“why do you care, y/n?” thomas counters, his eyes alight with a challenge. he wants you to say the thing both of you have skirted around for months. but you won’t, not now. 

“because she’s a traitor! you’re so fucking s-“ you’re cut off when gally’s chair scrapes harshly against the floor. you both turn to look at him, suddenly remembering the five others in the room with you. 

“-okay, this is clearly not going anywhere.” gally says, getting up from his seat and rolling his eyes. “i’m going to eat.” 

newt, brenda and the others rise too, shooting you a variety of looks as you move away from where thomas and you heave at each other, so close that your chests nearly touch. 

newts stops before he leaves, pointing to thomas, “don’t hurt y/n.” he’s clearly annoyed. then he points to you, “and don’t hurt him.” he adds, before leaving and shutting the door. 

it’s silent for a few moments after you’re left alone with thomas. 

“listen, i don’t know what’s going on but clearly there’s an issue you have with me. so just spit it out so we can move on or suck it up and quit being immature.” thomas says, jaw clenched. 

you’re tired of him acting like you’re less than he is; suddenly a decision is made somewhere in your body before your brain can scream don’t beat up thomas. 

it’s a mere split second as your arm rises, about to make contact with thomas’s cheek before he catches your wrist in his grip and pulls you toward him slightly. and then you’re impossibly close. 

”don’t try that.” he says darkly, eyes caught on yours. his breath hits your lips and it makes you clench your thighs. your wrist still in his hand, you respond, “then don’t call me immature when you’re acting like this. we follow your orders when you act like a leader. so quit picking petty fights and let us help you. after dinner.” 

you can’t stop glancing at his lips. even as you spit the words at him, as frustrated as you are with the boy in front of you, you can’t get out of your head how attracted to him you are, and always have been - especially now that he’s angry. 

“be a leader?” he asks after a moment of silence that you barely register. you blink, bringing your eyes back up to his. he’s got a light smirk as he looks down at you, still close enough that your chests almost touch. 

you just nod. “it’s all you’re good for.” you joke, a lie falling easily from your lips simply to tip him over the edge. it works easily though, as thomas drops his head slightly and clashes your lips together. 

it's a kiss rougher than what you always imagined your first kiss with thomas would be; fueled by frustration and adrenaline and some desperate fire of attraction that’s been burning between you since he first came out of that box in the maze. 

he's suddenly spinning you in his arms and you stumble between his legs as he pushes your hips onto the table behind you so that you're sitting on it. you break apart slightly to stare at each other, as if shocked but still challenging, and then he's stepping between your legs. your hands are on his neck and they thread into his hair as you pull him back towards you, teeth clashing and noses bumping.  

when you bite his lower lip he hisses, his fingers slipping to squeeze your ass and pull you closer to his hips. you whimper slightly as you feel his hard length against your core and then he’s grinding against you. you're nearly shocked at how quickly this escalated; sure there'd been times in the maze where you thought maybe thomas felt the connection you felt with him, then during the trek across the scorch to find the right arm. there had been countless moments when you thought something may happen... but never did you think it'd be now, before you went in to save minho - or to die trying. 

suddenly he you’re moaning against his lips, desperation creeping through your body as he rolls his hips against yours deliciously. his shirt comes off in mere seconds and his lips make their way down your throat, biting down on your collarbone and making you suck in a breath. “god, tom, please. i need you now,” you moan into his ear, hands running over his bare skin, admiring his muscles and the freckles that litter his shoulders and stomach. he groans in response and the noise makes more heat pool in your pants.

your shirt’s pulled off of your torso and his lips are falling all over your skin as he palms himself before your hands move to undo his pants. he tugs your own off, causing you to jolt in pleasure when he thumbs your clit over your underwear. 

you’re so desperate and needy that as you pull his hard dick out of his boxers, you only get a few pumps in before he’s leaning over you, nudging your shoulder until you’re laid back against the table over the papers. looking over, you see your knife still sticks out of the table several feet from your face.

thomas pulls your underwear off and teases your soaking slit, running his length over your pussy. you whimper slightly, head falling back in stimulation, desire coursing through you.

 “hey." he gathers your attention quickly with his hand on your jaw, guiding you to look at him. "d’you really want this, y/n?” he asks, anger gone. you cup his jaw too, biting your lip. “yes, thomas, please.” you say honestly, mouth falling open with a gasp as he teases over your clit again with his cock. 

he suddenly pushes into you. you let out a loud moan, the feeling of his thickness stretching you and sliding deeper than expected. your toes curl and your head falls back as he pushes all the way in. 

despite your obvious pleasure, you mutter, “god - t-took you long enough.” 

thomas moans lowly, “shut up.” he mutters from right next to your ear as you adjust to his size. he waits for you, though, and you can tell he’s straining but he’s doing it for you. you almost want to punch him because of how surprisingly sweet that is, but then he opens his mouth again and the last thing you’d expected to hear from thomas falls from his lips. “that’s much better. good girl.” his smirk is cocky as he says it, as if he's actually proud that you followed his orders when he told you to be quiet. 

you can’t help the involuntary moan you let out at his words. 

you’re embarrassed at the effect his words have on you, but you keep your eyes on him as he pulls out just as slowly as he eased in, before pushing soundly back into you and coaxing a long, low moan from your lips. he moans quietly into your neck and your head dips back, your spine curving and eyes fluttering before snapping back to his.

he starts to thrust as you've adjusted to his size and you can feel him filling you up perfectly, the feeling euphoric. your toes curl in pleasure and you determine that his moan itself could push you over the edge right now. 

he builds a rhythm, your legs tightening around his waist as his lips catch yours in a searing kiss. "fuck, y/n," he hisses, his lip caught between his teeth in bliss. his hips moving against yours and his dick hitting your g-spot renders you almost speechless, your lips in an 'o' shape as you breathe shakily, pleasure coursing through your veins. “don’t stop.” you whisper, whining as your hands roam his chest and slide to his back, scraping and pulling him flush against your own chest. 

his hand rests at your hip, holding you and pulling you against him as he fucks you, the feeling of his filling you making your legs shake. you meet eyes again and he kisses you soundly, his hands roaming your body and causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. 

you feel a familiar warm feeling in your abdomen after a couple deep thrusts and you moan out as he lifts one of your legs slightly to hit another angle, the sensation causing you to gasp. “f-fuck...” he mutters, eyes trailing over your whole body yet never shying from your face for more than a few moments. 

his thrusts are deep, rough, and yet somehow sensual as if he’s trying to convey thoughts or feelings through his actions, and the combination has you slamming your hand over your mouth to conceal your loud moans, eyes finding his as you remember that the others could still be near. he’s kissing your forehead as he moves his hips, thrusts getting sloppier. 

you let out a strangled gasp, unable to help it as pleasure courses through you and thomas grips your hips with each hand, thrusting even deeper into you, fitting into you completely.

you hit your high as he thrusts into you and you tilt your head back against the wall, your body shaking in pleasure as you clench around him. his lips are at the column of your throat, mouthing hotly and sucking in tender places as he continues to thrust through your high as you get increasingly sensitive.

“shit,” he mutters, one hand leaving your hips to palm your breasts, thumbing your nipples and pulling another gasp from you. your breaths are shaky as his hips start to stutter; you know you’re about to moan loudly so you slap a hand over your mouth, muffling the noise.

he immediately pulls your hand away and replaces it with his lips, tongue warm against yours as he keeps going, chasing his own high. he pulls back and you’re absolutely breathless, staring wide-eyed at him as he grabs your legs and pushes them up, hitting a new angle that has you shaking with pleasure. you’re a moaning mess, your head lulling to the side in pleasure and an expression full of pleasure creeping onto your face. 

 "you know, y-you look real pretty like this.“ he mutters through half-clenched teeth and his words are what push you over the edge, and you cum for a second time, legs shaking as you buck your lips weakly. you know that you're flushing from the genuine compliment, but your eyes are rolling back in pleasure as you ride your second high, pulling him close to you. 

"shit, y/n…” he says, his lips pressing against the crown of your head as he cums inside you, his hips stuttering as he rides his own high out, thrusting slowly but deeply. your legs are shaking still as he stills inside you, pressing another kiss to your hairline.

his thumb raises to pull your chin up and you see his blissed expression, full lips and lustful eyes. your fingers tingle at the look he gives you right before he kisses you. he pulls out of you slowly, careful not to hurt you and then grabs your shirt, gently handing it to you before tugging his pants up and stepping back. 

he hands you your underwear and pants and you dress in silence, his cheeks as hot as yours feel. but he steps closer once you've pulled on your pants and his hands soothe down your thighs. he kisses you softly - leaning to press a sweet kiss to your forehead as he pulls back - and you remember this is thomas. your thomas, the thomas who got everyone out of the maze, and then the scorch... the thomas you trust with your life.  “is- is now a good time to apologize?” he says quickly, looking bashful as he rubs his neck right next to the blossoming hickey you'd left.

you can't help the light laugh that slips from your lips, your hand rising to your chest as you tilt your head back. "it's okay, tom." you say, nodding with a gently smile. you shrug, "i get it, this...it's scary. we all want to save him. you know that." 

he nods, and you gently pull him closer by the material that covers his toned abdomen. his hands fall to your hips, thumbs rubbing gently. "i'm sorry." he says, eyes staring into yours genuinely. you nod, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. 

"let's eat. we need to fuel so we can finish these plans." you say, gesturing to the plans you're currently sitting on top of. the ones you were just laying on top of, naked.  thomas must've noticed your face because he chuckles as he looks at them, pulling you down from the table and on to your feet. "what they don't know won't hurt them, right?" he mutters. you laugh. 

and then you're pulling your knife out of the thick table, sending thomas a small guilty smile before following him out the door, following the smell of food. 

yeah, what they don't know won't kill them. 

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[indouloureux]

hello baby el!!

one thought today. camping w eddie. no tent y’all just sleep in his van and ur just in the middle of the woods somewhere. stoned as fuck also i want woods sex

-jorj 👻

jorjina you... 🤭

maybe he's parked near the lake, blankets over the back of his van, maybe a campfire too with the doors open. and you guys are fucking in that blanket trying to be quiet bc u guys are in public and someone might see but eddie being the little shit he is fucks you good so you'd have a hard time shutting up *giggles*

and then you guys like stargaze, looking at the broken stars that reflect from the lake. and eddie just has his arms around you, your back to his chest, and he's singing you to sleep <3

[mystilotls]

Tokyo Soul AU: Chapter one

Song: Cabinet Man

Tw: Implied gore, implied death, violence, shipping

This is for the peeps who don’t watch TS, these chapters are for the plot of this au.

also PLEASEEEEEEE send me asks ( @ask-mystis-aus ) im opening an “ask the characters event with drawn reactions so-

Enjoy, (no grammar check, we fail like men)

Long ago in a dimension where time doesn’t exist, where every up is a down, Where space is irrelevant, and when Cthulhu ruled with his army of demons, inflicting terror and darkness to all.

However, there was one soldier in the army that seemed more powerful than the rest.

This demon went by many names but to mere mortals, he was referred to as Necro. 

Necro could manipulate all, even the dead, Necro could summon anyone or anything at will, Necro possesses all knowledge of any dimension he sets foot in, and most importantly, it is dangerous to make a deal with him. For if you shake his hand, the consequences could be dire.

Demons found Necro’s powers to be too catastrophic and after a long war between them, Necro, and Cthulhu, the demons of the realms were victorious.  

Cthulhu was banished to R’lyeh where he built up the once fallen empire he had.

As for Necro?

Necro was trapped in a spellbook, and to add insult to injury, his prison was labeled as the “Necronomicon”. The Necronomicon was banished to a far void, where it was rare for anyone to even find it.

 Even when the Necronomicon was found, He is forced to share his wisdom of the dimensions he has traveled to and or harmed. He watches as wars break and mass genocide all from trying to obtain him.

 He loves watching but he vows, one day, someone will free him and he will return. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“That’s the book we need!” a voice had exclaimed, it seemed to have belonged to a young man with an accent that is different from his colleagues 

Necro had gotten up from the corner he normally sat in, at first spending unbearable moments with nothing but dribbling fools constantly grabbing your cell and splattering blood of their former friends on you can get irritating, but since there was nobody to bother him, he often learned to meditate and ignore his surroundings.

Until now. 

However, these mortals seem like a change of pace for once. Necro crawled over to where the seeing eye is and looks out to see a bag of flesh grabbing his cover, he tries to remember what lifeform this was and had come to the conclusion that these were creatures from the Earth dimension. Necro never was able to take over this world but he heard stories that the smartest creatures...humans were just as if not more as primitive than the other idiots he had slaughtered like the sacks of meat they are.

These humans seemed like no exception.

Necro looked back and thought this was too easy, none of these fools know what the Necronomicon truly is.  All the easy to watch as they destroy themselves. Just a simple compliment or a simple suggestion and he already knows there is going to be delicious anarchy everywhere. 

Necro watched as he was being held by the obvious animal hybrid of a human and a long-eared rat humans call rabbits.  Necro could easily tell behind the dirty rabbit beanie this mortal calls a disguise.  

“It called the Necronomicon” “good eye, genius” Necro mumbled hearing the echo of the freak holding his book and wonders Since he looks like a freak in his dimension, would he be an easy pawn and not clash with his army.  He eventually got his attention drawn to the young man from before. 

“Oh no, no! No, I’m out” Necro watches from the seeing eye and grins wickedly. This human is smart enough to know his left from his right yet dumb enough to fall for all types of manipulation

He is perfect.

~ Necro groaned listening to them babble on about nothing that interests him. He then chuckled when his “friends” started to insult him. This is just too easy. He had been talking to the rabbit hybrid but his insults were to no avail. Meanwhile the blond, the rabbit had broken him so much that a simple insult or a compliment could make him all his. 

“As ugly as a wart too,” Necro said, loud enough for all of them to hear and he got the blond’s attention. Great, now to add gas to this unstable fire.  

He tries to hide his grin as the rabbit hands over the Necronomicon to the blond. This pawn seemed easier to control since the rabbit is too broken and too wrapped up in his own fantasies, it would just be a waste of time. 

  Necro was grabbed out of his thoughts when he was spat on by the blond. 

“Well that was a bit unnecessary” Necro mumbled

~

 “This is too boring and such a waste of time to try and get out of this damn book,” Necro thought as he just laid in the void. If only he had his actual body, then he could just watch as Cthulhu’s armies could mow down all these useless souls. Watching as they beg for mercy but then vaporate mid-sentence, at least then it would be a little fun. 

He got up and floated around in a sitting position. He thought it was time to try something different

“Take out the nurse. End him” Necro whispered in the blond’s ear. He saw the rabbit’s ears perk up and walk to the other young male.

“The Necronomicon wants us to kill Dr. Nurse, dude!” 

“And you want to listen to a TALKING BOOk” 

Necro sucked air through his teeth, he may not listen to him now but he soon will. He looked through the seeing eye and saw 

Cthulhu, in the body of some sort of walking creature that apparently lives in their water, all he knows is that this animal shouldn’t be walking on land.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Grian held the Necronomicon during his date with Silly. It was more of a peer pressure date (he liked Silly in a sisterly way) but he was confused. He thought he was with Taurtis.

 Taurtis comes to his bed every night for cuddles and Tuesdays are a day when they can be all alone, but was Taurtis just using him to relieve tension, just his constant play toy for him to use while he goes dating other girls? 

Taurtis keeps claiming that he is just taking the girl out for a date so she can help him “get his hair back” but the half-shaved head works for Taurtis. However, he is growing his hair back and that’s all that matters.  

Suddenly, this cursed book ripped him away from his thoughts. The Necronomicon had been whispering to Sam yet Grian was the one to have to listen. While Sam went to go get Jorje from Mr. Chupa, Grian looked and saw many shadows of arms grab for Grian’s. They wrapped around him before reaching for his face, cupping his cheek before grabbing for his throat.  His eyes went white as he gasped for air.

Grian screamed before tripping and falling to the floor, panting heavily. Silly had rushed to help him up. He looked at his hands to see the shadows gone and all of the students and Mr. Chupa stare at him in confusion. 

“Grian, are you oka-?” Silly’s gentle question of worry was interrupted when Grian got up and ran upstairs, Silly could see him with eyes of fear and worry. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Grian ran into a bathroom stall before slamming the door. He threw the Necronomicon and opened it to see the undecipherable font which is on every page. He growled before ripping the pages right out of the book, ignoring all the pained grunts from the disembodied voice. Using the sound of torn paper to encourage him. 

“Why do you do this, why do you put up with what you do. Cthulhu told me you wanted to go home, that’s not what you really want. I may be a book but I can read you like an open one. You just want respect, You just want to be loved, You want to be wan-”

“SHUT UP!” Grian screamed as he threw the damaged book on the floor, huffing as he glared into the seeing eye which he couldn’t tell if it winked or blinked. 

“I’m not just a book you know” Grian gasped as he heard a whisper right in his ear, nobody was behind him but he could feel a weight on his shoulders as if someone was trying to be comforting. It sent shivers through him as he shook it off. 

“I can give you respect, I can make people listen to you, I can help you get all the power you deserve” Grian pushed against the door. His eyes wide as he tries to get his bearings straight. This isn’t the weirdest thing by a longshot but something about this made him uneasy. He looked down to the seeing eye and saw red. 

“All you need to do is-”

SMASH

Grian stomped on the eye of the book and kept stepping on the cover. He heard a chuckle and soon laughter 

“Well, thats all I need, Thanks for the invite~”

A dark mass appeared from the seeing eye before it rushed into Grian’s lungs. He fell and hit his head on the bathroom floor, passing out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Taurtis was starting to be concerned about Grian, he just stopped talking for the rest of the day, he wouldn’t even look at them or let go of the Necronomicon. Taurtis waited for Grian to come out of the bathroom so they could cuddle, he sleeps better on a bed than a mat but he feels more comfortable with another human next to him

Meanwhile, Grian looked at his hands before looking in the mirror, seeing his reflection gaining red pupils and sharp, dagger teeth

“Ah, It feels great to have a body again” Grian chuckled before hearing the bathroom door knock.

[fuse2dx]

December ‘20

Bugsnax

Bugsnax is an odd little title, landing somewhere between Pokémon Snap and Ape Escape. There’s a bit less of a frantic pace though, instead telling a tale of a remote island where the titular part-animal, part-snack race roam about, with a series of characters each having their own relationship to them that... typically involves eating them. The disappearance of one key villager has been the catalyst to everything heading into a state of confusion though, and as the new person in town, it becomes your job to pull everything back together, all while trying to piece together a better understanding of just what Bugsnax are in the first place.

The game’s main cast are loud, colourful, and full of personality, with some decent queer representation going on too. It’s regularly quite charming, but the story runs parallel to a pretty simple gameplay loop of going out to a new area, meeting an estranged villager, getting a new tool that allows you to catch some new ‘snax in service of a given task for said villager, that inevitably fuels their return to the village. While catching a good chunk of the 100-strong Bugsnax portfolio follows a fairly repeatable mould of trap-setting and capture, some require some slightly more creative thinking, and final smattering lean more on good fortune as you try and juggle a few different elements in a way that sets up the perfect snaring. 

I’ve seen some talk of folks who found the last sections of the game a little out of character, but having gone through all of the side missions before heading for the finish line, nothing came as too much of a surprise for myself. As a PS5 launch game it might lack the flair and experimentation that one might expect, but in better handling one’s expectations and seeing ‘just’ a game with extraordinary timing, it’s a pleasant and sufficiently entertaining romp - just nothing particularly out of the ordinary.   

Demon’s Souls

I was in two minds coming into this. I’ve played the opening few hours of Demon’s Souls about 5 times now, with each attempt before this one stalling at different points for a variety of petty and frustrating reasons. So this, a fresh chance to try again, newly polished and smoothed out, with active servers, and a revitalised community? Excellent! Yet on the other hand, how much of the magic is Bluepoint likely to have been able to recreate? Even as a shot-for-shot remake, what if they had diluted the experience? 

While I can’t speak with any particular authority here, very little seems to have changed outside of the visual overhaul. Some areas might be a bit easier to navigate owing to their new lick of paint, but enemies still pose the same threat, and everything is still where it should be, as are the obtuse, woefully under-discussed karmic swings that underpin its tendency system. Let’s not pull punches; it’s most notably a mean platform to build a game upon that makes suffering players suffer more, and is likely not one that you’ll even be aware of it before near irreversible damage is already done. From have undoubtably done similar concepts much better since, and while I might bemoan it, there’s also something to be said for allowing it to still exist just as it did at the series’ outset. It’s likely a wise choice on Bluepoint’s part to have left it untouched, albeit a slightly cruel one.

While the lack of a single, interconnected world was not yet on the cards for this particular Souls outing, there’s still plenty of great level design, with each of the game’s archstones providing a theme that’s adhered to brilliantly. A few exceptions aside, boss battles are typically less about flexing combat chops too, proving more of a challenge in solving how to approach them in the first place. In doing so, it creates some truly memorable moments alongside those that are purely frantic and rewarding thereafter. The same can be said for the game at large too; while its punishment of new players might be its most infamous quality, it does do a remarkable job in having you learn its every inch, and how best to deal with everything it cares to throw at you. While the chase of 1:1 replication might mean some of its jankiness remains, its visual overhaul and silky smooth frame rate certainly do a good job in helping you overlook it all and in embracing the still best-in-class world building. One of the years’ best, and by far the most compelling reason to date for next-gen ownership. 

Grindstone

Grindstone was front and centre right as the doors opened on Apple Arcade, and it’s a pretty easy to see why it’d be pegged for such honours. It’s bright, colourful, charming, and very easy to pick up. Some of Capy’s other noteworthy titles might fall more into the realm of the arthouse, but this is them at full power, exhibiting that ultimate strength of knowing just how to capture any given audience. Most of the game is spent planning out your turn, and it looks great even in this calm stillness - but as you unleash the mighty Jorj on each of his rampages, there is a satisfying spring into action that gives the same kind of satisfactory twang you might get from an elastic band, or a coiled slinky about to bound down a flight of stairs.

Within a few short stages almost all of the base mechanics are laid bare, with each turn asking you to plot a course through colour-matched enemies, and landing you far enough away from any enraged enemies that’d seek to do you harm. Chain for long enough and you’ll spawn a grindstone that’ll let you switch colours mid-combo, and building up enough hits can then allow you to expend that strength on monsters with higher health pools. The range of enemy types grows as you progress, as does the array of new tools you can build that allow you new ways of dealing with them all, but ultimately the balance that needs addressing is knowing just when to walk away. There’s typically three goals to each level - opening the exit being just the first of these - and while in some cases you might have a handle on things when the exit does open up, it’s often not the case, and hanging around too long carries the risk of losing all of your progress on the stage if you lose a clear path to your escape.

Some of its later mechanics and the level arrangements can be quite taxing, and while never completely unfair, it can definitely... grind... on your patience. For something that could easily be taken as a casual little puzzle game, it’s quite lengthy too - the path unbroken leads you through a whopping 180 stages, but without extensive draining of resources from each of these, you’ll likely need to try some of the side dungeons to help make your way to the end too. Very likely more than your bargained for then, and yet still plenty compelling to boot.

Necrobarista

Some neatly constructed character models and a snappy trailer might attempt to tell you otherwise, but let us be clear with one another that Necrobarista is very much a visual novel. A shock to the system this may be, but anyone reading this likely knows by now this is far from a bad thing around these parts, so let us look a little closer.

It’s quite a melancholic thing, set in a less than conventional, somewhat Purgatorial coffee shop, where the newly departed stop in for a brief spell and a brew before taking the next step into the great unknown. While there’s a setup here for lots of stories to be told, it really draws in on a small cast of characters who look after the shop, and how a few key visitors change the world built up around them. Between each of the game’s chapters there’s the opportunity to unlock new side stories dependent on which of the phrases you chose to identify with from the chapter just gone, and although short, these do some good work fleshing out some characters and breaking up the main tale. As the title would suggest, the particulars of coffee do come up as a point of conversation, but there’s no drink-making side shows here - just a lot of talking, scheming about how to cheat death, and the more chin-scratching topic of a more accepting approach to this great inevitability.

It’s fairly short - comfortably under 10 hours - but crucially gets plenty of character development from each of its cast given the tight focus. Rather than the still portraits that you might come to expect of the genre, characters are given a real depth with 3D models that convey just as much as their words, which also helps this effort. Perhaps most crucially, and whether it’s in spite of all of the death, or instead because of it, there’s plenty of quite thoughtful and heartfelt sentiment hidden inside it. Comes recommended.

Tangle Tower

I picked this up for Switch based on a recommendation, not knowing that I’d unknowingly be closing out an Apple Arcade hat trick for the month. So yes, it’s another more story-driven game, not too heavy on the input requirements, but instead good for getting you thinking.

It’s immediately very easy on the eye, with each and every character drawn in large format and animated with buckets of quirk and charm that runneth over. Every single one is brilliantly voiced too, with varying degrees of charisma, bluster, dry wit, and numerous other characteristics that shine through in brilliant harmony with the art. It’s a murder mystery, see, and while you’re putting together what everyone says has happened, looking out for who’s fancying who and the like, you’re also doing so with the critical expectation that at least one person is likely spinning you some tall tales. Luckily you’ll find clues that help you get closer to the truth and help deconstruct some of these falsehoods, whether they’re in plain sight or hidden behind one of many puzzles. These are exemplary in just how well-pitched they come, each being self-contained and just tricky enough to have you pause to really think about them, but without ever being too irksome or troubling to stop you enjoying yourself. Once you do start to get to the point of unmasking some secrets, there’s also a neat little interface the game rolls out for you to drop in and then verify these revelations; pairing numerous characters, items and statements to help demonstrate to it that you’re keeping up with it all, and things are clear enough to move on. There’s subtle little prods in the right direction just when they seem to be needed, further cementing the game’s solid grasp of when it’s best to say something, and when it can let you just stumble about and get on with it.

It’s a fantastic little game. I lost a day or so to this, and had a wonderful time doing so. I hope that it’s not too far away that I forget all of the details, so that I might do it all over again.

[theconfessionsofawhovian]

In World Enough and Time, why did Bill turn into a Cyberman? It happened because the Doctor actually forgot that the TARDIS existed. The Doctor could’ve used the TARDIS to locate her, and try to save her sooner. But, he obviously had other ideas, and must’ve thought it was better to indulge in chatter with the Jorj (the blue alien), so as to kill time whilst waiting for the elevator to arrive. In other words, when the companion is in danger, the Doctor prefers to sit around, kill time, chat, and wait for things to happen rather than be proactive and actually attempt to do something to save his companion sooner. Truly bizarre.

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A Drink With The Past

It was a slow night on the bridge of the Chimaera. There hadn’t been a rebel spotting in a few weeks and the crew were beginning to get comfortable. Thrawn thought it dangerous. After all, one should always be prepared for the worst, even when the worst seems nonexistent. Thrawn was interrupted in his thoughts by the comm officer addressing him.

“Admiral, we have sensors picking up a vessel entering the system from hyperspace.”

“Designation?”

“It reads the Memory Sir.”

“Hail the ship.

“Yes sir.”

The image of a man lit up the view screen. No one noticed the microscopic tightness in Thrawn’s expression as he spoke.

“This is Grand Admiral Thrawn of the Galactic Imperial Navy. State your name and business in this system.”

“My name is Jorj Car’das and my business is with you Grand Admiral Mitth’raw’nuruodo.” The bridge went silent. Everyone on board knew their commander’s real name though none could pronounce it. Thrawn was silent for a few seconds before answering.

“Very well, you may dock in the Chimarea’s main hangar. I will meet you there shortly. Chimaera out.” The transmission cut out and Thrawn turned to his first officer.

“Captain Faro, you have the bridge.”

“Yes sir,” she replied. Faro noted the slight frown as Thrawn turned away from her and walked towards the doors. She put it out of her mind. If Thrawn thought it important enough to tell her if something was wrong, he would. She had served with him for years now and she considered him a friend. Whether that sentiment was returned was unknown as far as she knew, but she liked to think it was.

As Thrawn walked to the hangar he thought of all the possible reasons that Car’das could be here. In all honesty he had purged the man from his mind long ago. It had been nearly 25 years since he had met him and his friends in the Unknown Regions. 25 years since he was exiled and left on a planet all on his own. Absentmindedly he was surprised when the turbo lift doors opened and he was directly in front of the hangar entrance. He saw the small but elegant yellow ship in the contrasting gray and white of the massive hangar. As Thrawn approached, he could see that Car’das had already been waiting outside his ship with his arms crossed. For a moment they simply stared at one another.

“ I welcome you aboard the Chimarea Jorj Car’das.” Thrawn finally said. At this Car’das uncrossed his arms and bowed.

“Thank you Mitth’raw’nuruodo.” He rose up and looked Thrawn straight in the eyes. With all formalities put aside, he spoke again.

“Thrawn is there somewhere we can talk? There’s something you need to know. It’s about Thrass.” Thrawn’s eyes widened and he abruptly turned around. Behind him he said,

“Follow me.” The two took a turbolift in silence and then walked for a few minutes before stopping at one of the many conference rooms within the mile long ship. The door closed behind them and Thrawn held up a hand as Car’das opened his mouth.

“Who sent you?” he asked.

“Ar alani. She heard I was in the Unknown Regions and tracked me down. Asked me to give you a message about your brother. She couldn’t come herself and thought it would be better if you heard this in person.”

“What is the message?” Car’das seemed to hesitate and then steeled himself. Better to just say it. In the back of his mind he wondered how Thrawn would take it.

“They found him, Thrawn. They found Thrass.”

Thrawn was not a man who relied on hope. He was a logical and skilled tactician that planned for every move and counterstroke. However this may have been the first time in his life that he almost gave in. He hadn’t seen his brother since he left him on Outbound Flight all those years ago. Thrawn realized his brother was missing when Thrass wasn’t present during his exile trial and somehow knew something had happened. 25 years later and Jorj Car’das was telling him his brother had been found. Logically, Thrawn knew his younger brother was dead, and he learned long ago that hope was a dangerous thing.

Thrawn was silent for a hartbeat. He then spoke with a dangerous edge to his voice that only those who knew him well could notice.

“Is he dead?” The world seemed to slow. Thrawn involuntarily held his breath and waited for Car’das to answer. A part of him didn’t want the answer but knew he needed it. He needed someone to say it. To finally give him closure. Otherwise he could never truly move on. Car’das looked into glowing red eyes with sadness in his own.

“Yes. Thrass died on outbound flight apparently to save the lives of civilians that survived the radiation bombs. A Chiss exploratory team found a colony living on an asteroid with wreckage on it and discovered your brother’s remains along with those of a Jedi. They reported to Ar alani who identified them and has since been trying to find a way to tell you.”

Thrawn was silent for a handful of minutes as he stood staring stoically at the inky star studded void outside the viewport. Finally he spoke with a softness that surprised even himself.

“Did they suffer?”

“No. The medical report said they both died on impact.”

Silence fell again as Car’das joined Thrawn at the viewport. It was a comfortable;e silence if somewhat tinged with grief. Again, Car’das wondered what Thrawn was thinking. Without turning, Thrawn addressed his friend.

“Thank you Jorj, for delivering this message. You are more than welcome to resupply you ship and stay however long you wish. However, you should know that I am on a mission to find and destroy a rebel uprising in this system. Things may get dangerous at any moment.”

“Thank you Thrawn, but I only came to deliver the message. I have to get back to my family. I’ve been gone a long time trying to find you.”

“Very Well.” The walk and turbolift ride was silent again but neither of the two men minded very much. Outside his ship, Car’das turned back to Thrawn.

“I’m sorry. I know how much you two cared about each other. At least you know now.”

“Yes, after 25 years I have closure. I have you to thank for that. May warriors fortune be with you on your journey home.”

“And may it be with you as well, wherever you’re headed these days. Goodbye Thrawn, it was good to see you.”

“You as well, my friend.” Thrawn watched as the Memory lifted off and flew out of the Chimaera’s hangar. He then turned and headed for the bridge. As he walked in, a sensor officer spoke.

“The Memory has just left the system into hyperspace, Admiral.”

“Good. Continue to monitor any unidentified ships that pass through. There may be rebels here yet.” At his side, Captain Faro noticed the miniscule frown on Thrawn’s face. She knew that look even if it was heavily hidden. Thrawn had just lost someone. Someone important to him by Faro’s guess. Thrawn was no stranger to casualties and had remained impassive in the past. No, this one meant something to him. A family member perhaps? Or maybe a friend. It was hard to tell, but Faro knew she was going to have a talk with him about it later. Personal experience told her that people needed to talk about it in order to move on properly.

Hours later, after her shift had ended, Karyn went to the officers lounge. It had been a slow day, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t tired after 12 hours on the bridge. When the doors opened, she was surprised to find one a single occupant at the bar. Thrawn was seated at the bar and didn’t seem to notice Faro as she sat next to him. There was a glass and a half empty bottle of whisky in front of him.

“Whatever he’s having.” she said to the droid tending the bar. The droid placed a glass in front of her and poured some brandy from the bottle in front of them. Nodding her thanks, she swirled her glass before taking a sip. She made a face.

“Strong stuff if you ask me, eh Admiral?” Thrawn was silent, merely staring into his glass. Karyn wondered if Eli or Gilad ever had to deal with this kind of shit. Alright, whatever, might as well get to the point. She took a deep breath and spoke in a soft voice.

“My wife died.” At this Thrawn turned his head. He had the same reserved expression he always had but there was something else there that Karyn couldn’t quite place.

“I am sorry for your loss Captain,” he said equally soft.

“Thank you. Her name was Vivian. She was beautiful and she was mine. I’ve lived without her smile for about 7 years now. We married right after she was diagnosed with cancer. It’s hard sir, losing someone you love.” There was a somber silence that followed, each of them thinking about the past. Karyn was mostly thinking about Viv’s sweet smile. That had been the hard part. Watching her love’s smile as she died a bit more everyday was worse than when she actually died. A part of Karyn died with the smile and the sad eyes that accompanied it. Thrawn startled her when he spoke.

“I lost my brother 25 years ago. I never knew for sure what happened to him until today. He gave his life to save civilians and it was partly my fault. I should have listened to him when he told me not to get involved, perhaps then he would still be alive and I would not have been exiled.” Thrawn Looked into his glass again and saw his reflection. He wondered what Thrass would look like if he were alive today.

“What was his name if you don’t mind me asking?”

“His name was Mitth’ras’safis. Thrass was his core name.” Karyn looked at the sad expression on his face and realized she was crying when a tear had slipped down her cheek. She wiped it away with the back of her hand and grabbed the bottle of whisky. She poured another glass for them and then held hers up.

“Well then, To Vivian and Thrass, may we meet them again someday.” Thrawn was still for a second and then a small but sad smile appeared on his face. He raised his glass as well and said something in a strange melodic language Karyn did not understand. SHe had the impression that it was something along the lines of what she had said. They both knocked their glasses up and both made a face afterwards. Karyn laughed lightly as Thrawn simply smiled. The two friends remained at the bar for hours talking of their loved ones and drinking to ease their pain. Thrawn was glad that, although he was exiled by his people and given a mission that was light years away from his home, he could still have a drink with a friend.

[sunflowerstache]

omg sarah i never even THOUGHT about bella and mitch coexisting. they’re definitely best buddies right?

omg Jorj they’re the best of friends! Like if you can’t find Bella, just look for Mitch and you’ll find her attached to his hip! She loves sitting in his lap and playing with her toys while he’s chatting with everyone and every once and while butt into the conversation! (queue video of harry saying it’s about me not him!) and she likes playing with his long hair and they tell each other stories and share snacks! They’re truly obsessed with each other it’s so cute😍💛

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