#rewrite (key)

[diaryofamadsunwukongfan]

One big, happy family/s

[holleighgram]

So, go easy on me. This is my first time singing/recording/editing/mixing anything-- let alone posting it, but I really wanted to participate in March Caprice this year. I wouldn't have been able to even do this much without the incredible @projectdestati lending me their sensational talent for the accompaniment.

I hope one day to re:record this piece sometime down the road when I've got a few more collaborators (and can afford a decent microphone), Hopfully by then, I'll learn how to mix, or can afford to pay someone to mix it into an actual track. For now, there are 2 versions-- one with lots of nerdy call backs and the other that's a little more simple and .... tidy.

All that to say,

I rewrote the lyrics to Hikari to reflect the themes of Kingdom Hearts a bit better. Hikari has always hit a bit different than Simple and Clean, for me and I just wanted to sing along, so I made these lyrics. Hope you enjoy :)

Lyrics:

Been having dreams, At least it seems That way… How much is real Of what I feel And say?

Was I reckless diving in so deep and believing you would follow me, And dive in after? Was I wrong all along ? You and me weren't meant to be :( How can I face what lies ahead? How is this the path that my heart led?

And now dawn is breaking and soon you’ll be waking This that path I am taking Will lead me back to you. Hearing the dark call, I’ll fight it with my all Keep shining bright, Cause you’re my guiding light.

~Break~

Now back to back, We walk our paths, my friend But when we meet My hearts will beat again

Never thought that it would end like this-- With you and me facing the great abyss Though doors are closing Pick a side, you and I, we’ll get by Cause you’re next to me, we are the key we always were. Take my hand, And we’ll go together

~Break~

And now dawn is breaking and soon you’ll be waking This promise we are making Is like the one we made while Watching the stars fall-- I promised you my all. I’ll stand and fight For you, my guiding light

Slowly, The pieces come falling into place, and we’ve landed standing hand in hand. Regardless of heartless, I know that we’re prepared for this fight. You’re my guiding light.

Slowly, The pieces come falling into place, and we’ve landed standing hand in hand. Regardless of Darkness, I know one day we'll set this all right. You’re my guiding light.

[etfrin]

Annoying Fucker

Warning - NSFW//(Cunnilingus f. receiving. Ruined orgasm (Gojo being an ass, reader gets to cum at the end though), fingering f. receiving)

Summary - Gojo Satoru annoyed you to no end. So you shut him with your pussy.

Gojo Satoru x female! reader

If you knew it was this easy, you would have spread your legs for this much, much earlier.

You can't help but relish at the sight of Gojo on his knees, his head between your thighs, one of your leg over his shoulder and another is being held by him, his long thick fingers sprawled on your inner thigh, to keep you spread.

He was eyeing at your cunt like he simply couldn't believe that you were like this for him. You. You who never gave him the time of the day. His breath hit your clit, making you shiver.

You tsk, growing a bit impatient. "Not up for a taste, Gojo?" You taunt him, "Or do you just prefer cheap shit that you forgot what the good thing tastes like?"

He simply chuckled at your words. His eyes flickering to yours. The heat oh-so obvious. He wanted you for so long and here you were spread open like a feast for him.

"I think we'll soon find out," is what he replies before diving into your cunt like a starving man. Sucking your cunt with his mouth like it was a filthy porno and the rent was due.

You let out a breathless moan. Your fingers gripped his hair, not sure whether to push him away to escape from this overwhelming pleasure or to just bring him even closer.

You decided on the latter when his tongue dips into your inner walls, effectively fucking you now. You raised your hips for a deeper penetration. You whine, feeling your walls twitching around his tongue. Satoru merely smiles while he kept his tongue fucking into you. Going deeper each time, his tongue moving around your walls. Your grip on his head got stronger as you felt yourself get closer.

So, so close. "Gojo," you moaned. Then just as suddenly he stopped pulling away even when you tried to pull him in again. How could you ever? He is the strongest, what he wants, he gets.

You glare at him, "What the fuck, Gojo?" "Satoru," he replied, "Not Gojo." His blue eyes were filled with amusement, "Call me that and I'll let you come."

You clenched your jaw, but your need to cum was bigger than picking a fight with this annoying prick. "Satoru," you said, letting the name settle on your tongue.

"Satoru, get your fucking tong-" Before you could finish the sentence he was already diving right back into your cunt. This time focusing on your clit. Taking the pretty button onto his mouth and sucking it.

His tongue licking it, his lips sucking the clit like it was a lollipop. You moan his name, "Satoru, yes you fuck- Toru toru-" You didn't realize that you had called him Toru. But the satisfaction he felt from you calling him that made him more determined to give you a proper orgasm.

Making sure that he was still sucking your clit, he pushed two of his fingers into your sloppy cunt that was now wet with his saliva and your juices. Your walls immediately squeezed his fingers like a vice. Satoru pops off your clit to snicker, "Slut."

You were too busy with the feel of his thick, longer fingers than his words to bother with replying. Although you did make sure the grip you had on his hair got tight enough to tear out a few hair strands. He merely lets out a groan from the action, smirking as his blue eyes are filled with glee.

He curves his fingers just right and then gets back to sucking at your clit. You felt the familiar heat build-up. The need, the urge to let go. You groan, "Toru- toru close!"

He just goes faster, stuffing his fingers so deep into you could almost feel them reach the end. You spill yourself onto his fingers, your juices leaking down onto the floor.

He pulls his fingers out as you let out a whimper from the sudden emptiness. He sucks his fingers clean, his eyes focused on the stains your juices left on the floor.

He pouts, "Can't believe you let that stain the floor, darling. I could have just cleaned you up." He lets out a huff before he goes right back into your cunt, leisurely licking your cum while your fingers dug into his scalp.

[the-mushroom-faerie]

a headcanon hill I am willing to die on is that Elizabeth can use Atlantean (not necessarily all Ancient, but Atlantean) technology without the ATA gene simply because Atlantis Likes Her

[m1d-45]

i gobbled and devoured the post imposter things. scrumptious!! but what if poor little xiao man feels guilty for hunting or scarring us in the hunt? and please don’t feel obligated to answer, i know you’re busy

burden to bear

word count: 2.7k

-> warnings: spoilers for liyue archon quest, canon typical violence…. minor body horror? blood mention.

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yum1x || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay

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during the hunt itself, xiao is driven by a need to prove himself, pushing past his instinct and the way his karma flares around the one on the throne. he sees it as a way to redeem himself, to finally scrape some of the sin off his hands. it’s a way to prove himself, and one he takes eagerly.

it’s not correct to say he’s blinded by faith, but it’s not exactly wrong either. he definitely feels, subconsciously, that something’s… off, maybe, about his god. perhaps it’s the way his vision always seems to flutter and flare, or the ice in his veins when the command to hunt is given. he feels uneasy, unsettled, finding himself rolling his shoulders and wondering if he needed to add more stretches into his routines. and yet, despite the tension in his shoulders and the twist in his stomach, he kneels, bowing his head with a swear of fealty that goes unanswered.

unacknowledged.

perhaps he had delivered it wrong?

he doesn’t think much of it, quickly dissolving from the throne room and appearing besides the statue of the seven on the west edge of liyue. looking out over jueyun karst, he knows it’s a bit fruitless to start his search there due to the vicinity to the other adepti, but the spires there are tall, filled with wiry bushes and crags of rock that are easier to hide in than may seem at first glance.

he draws his pole arm, spinning it once over his hand before tapping the end to the stone beneath him. he’s not sure why he’s so nervous—is it the fact that this is technically the first order he’s been given? is it the idea of slaughtering somebody so identical to his creator that it nearly fooled morax, who’s been alive longer than he could fathom?

or is it simply the prospect of failure?

xiao grits his teeth and steps off the edge of the floating stone, halting his fall with anemo at nearly the last possible moment.

his feelings meant nothing. orders were given, and he had to follow them.

why else was he there, if he couldn’t?

it takes him longer than he expected to find you. he’s almost impressed, really, that you managed to evade his searching eyes, that you dodged not only him but the other adepti as well, all without taking refuge in any villages or otherwise civilized areas due to the orders the millelith put out. you hid well, he could attest to that, and though he was the one to find you, it was only on accident.

he was clearing out a group of hilichurls north of the inn. he was surprised so many had settled so close to the statue of the seven, as hilichurls usually avoided concentrated elemental energy, but didn’t think too hard about it. he simply unhooked his mask from his belt, noticing the difference in strength between these hilichurls and the average, and teleported into the middle of the camp.

the first thing he heard was a spotter’s cry. the second was the mitachurls’—archons, there were three—roar as they hefted their weapons. the final one was the intricate chanting of the abyss, but not any incantation he recognized.

he kept himself half in smoke as he danced around the edge of the camp, taking out the archers while he tried to find the abyss mage. he could catch glimpses of hydro bubbles through the walls of the hut, but the steps were covered in frost-

he barely ducked under the swing of a mitachurl’s axe, slashing his spear along its side as he slipped away, darting across the path of one charging with a large stone shield. it clipped his shoulder despite his efforts, pain spiking down his arm, but he didn’t pay attention to the injurh. normally he wouldn’t be this distracted, but two abyss mages and three mitachurls in one camp could only spell bad news. the best he could likely do was to leave and grab back-up, but who? the millelith were busy, morax and the adepti were on their own search…

xiao quickly climbed onto the roof of the hut, jamming his spear between two of the logs to keep grip on the woven roofing. the grass was damp, squishing uber this feet, likely from whatever hydro magic the mage was busy with within it. it likely wasn’t the smartest idea to stand on the roof, but this area of liyue was mostly plains, with little cover from the charging mitachurls. he needed a moment, if only a short one, to hash out a plan to deal with the camp.

the three mitachurls were standing besides the hut, two with shields and one with a crackling axe, electro dancing along the blade. xiao shifted, pivoting around the peak of the hut to move away from that one, the grass roof squishing below his feet.

the mitachurl’s ear twitched.

he shoved himself off the roof just as the mitachurl slammed the flat of its blade onto the roof, the whole shack shaking. electricity swarmed across the waterlogged roofing, reaching the opposite edge just as xiao dropped off it, landing between the other two mitachurls. they didn’t charge, nor attack, their motivations only made clear when the hiss of cryo froze out the lingering moisture in the air in front of him, effectively boxing him in.

the abyss mage swayed in its circle, staff glowing a sharp blue from within its bubble of frost.

“leave, adeptus,” it hissed, waving its staff in a circle. “you have no place here.”

xiao didn’t reply, instead picking apart his options. he couldn’t do significant damage to the shield mitachurls without utilizing his burst to destroy their shields, but that didn’t cover the mage at all… and he was still wet from the roof, so the mage would be able to freeze him within the time he had drawn in enough anemo energy to wield his mask with any level of efficiency…

he flexed his hand around his polearm. how had he gotten into this situation? his only options were to get lucky or teleport away, but even the latter of those relied on the first.

luck. how useless was he, to rely on luck-?

“‘adeptus’?”

the abyss mage startled at the voice, the cryo it had been swirling dissipating. both he and it turned to the side, to the entrance to the hut, where a figure could be seen just beyond the mitachurl.

his first instinct was that it was his god, and he briefly relaxed under the knowledge that he’d get out of this in mostly one piece.

his second was to recognize the torn clothing and dirt-smeared skin, and realize that you could never be his god.

xiao’s eyes narrowed, his spear twisting towards you faster than the distracted mage could react. you, his target, the one he had been seeking out, were hiding behind the abyss. he should have expected it, in truth, figured out the one known for going against the rules of nature would side with the most unnatural force, but that was not for now.

not now, when he was launched forward by the power of anemo, his spear driving him forward, barely skimming the mitachurl in favor of his true target: you.

your eyes barely had the chance to dart in his direction.

xiao was, in truth, not the first one to see you.

many villagers had glimpsed you running around the outskirts of their villages, plucking apples and sunsettias off trees and taking mint from their gardens and leaving bundles of sweet flowers behind instead. they’d seen you, face half-covered in a poor mask made of scraps, your clothes that of the haphazard stitches of the hilichurls, which helped you blend into teyvat a bit more at the price of comfort. many had seen you and assumed you were a run of the mill thief, perhaps one taking advantage of the current hunt since the millelith were occupied. they wryly called you clever, warning the traveling merchants about you, the one they glimpsed at inane hours of night.

he wasn’t the first to see you, by far. he was, however, the first to recognize you.

he was the first to lay eyes upon your form and realize the truth, to realize that the blood seeping into your clothes was the color of stars and galaxies, to recognize that your heart beat blue.

the argument could be made that the hilichurls were the first, or perhaps the mages that had taken you in and brought you food, but it was not them that gathered you into their arms and whisked you away in a flash of teal, uncaring of the spike of cryo that drove into their side at the last minute. the hilichurls did not walk with frosted-over limbs, the abyss did not cry with a throat full of ice, calling for assistance in undoing their own crime.

xiao couldn’t decide whether it was lucky or not that baizhu was in the pharmacy, speaking with herbalist gui over the front desk. on one hand, it was best to have the most experienced healer in liyue at your side, but on the other..

“adeptus xiao, what is-…..”

confusion, then anger, then realization, all flashing over his face in an instant before he tilted his head and walked quickly to a back room, xiao following.

he busied himself with picking the ice off his body and clothes, ignoring the shake of his hands and the stench of blood in the room. the mage had pulled you from the point of his spear, but he still hit the side of your stomach, and he could tell it was messy.

knocks sounded at the door but baizhu turned them away sharply, only allowing qiqi to pass him a bowl of lotus seeds. he was focused, changsheng slithering off his shoulders to grab supplies as needed. time seemed to slow to a crawl, like xiao had entered a domain without an exit, filled with the iron smell of blood and the never ending chips of ice he peeled from his skin. it left behind stinging wounds and red marks, but he couldn’t find it in him to care.

what was his brief moment of injury compared to a scar upon his god?

the moment that baizhu had stopped, all but collapsing into a chair and wiping off his hands with a tired call of ‘it’s done. the foundation will be okay.’ xiao had stood and left, biting his tongue through the protests of both his own body and the doctor.

he’d given changsheng his confession, but he did not wish to stick around and hear his verdict.

weeks later, morax came and visited him at the inn, carrying with him a plate of almond tofu and an apology. xiao leaned against the furthest edge of the balcony, curled around the plate, staying as far as he could from the one with your aura imprinted upon him.

he felt it, when zhongli had first come up the stairs. the shock, then the warmth, the all-encompassing comfort that soothed the pain from the bruising on his shoulder. he felt it, and knew that he did not deserve it.

“it’s not your fault,” zhongli insisted, baritone words colored with unreturned sympathy. “the fake… had fooled us all. even me. i cannot hold your actions against you when i myself would have done the same.”

and maybe that was true. maybe he would have drawn his own weapon, pierced your skin himself, acting on the orders of one who dared to take the place of the divine, but that was irrelevant.

xiao was the one who had hurt you. and it was entirely his fault.

almond tofu, his favorite dish, tasted bitter and sour on his tongue, almost akin to the pain medication that zhongli had made him drink after noticing how cautious he was with his injured arm. he’d made him take the first dose in front of him and swear to take the rest, with a long monologue about taking care of himself tacked on afterwards, but it was for nothing. aside from the first night he had it, xiao hadn’t touched the bottle. it sat on his nightstand, beside a bed he hardly used, taunting him when he returned earlier than usual.

he could take it. there was nothing stopping him from doing so, and he probably should if he wanted to return to his duties quicker. but every time he picked up the glass, thumb tracing over the engravings as he undid the top, he hesitated.

he could take it. he probably should. but did he deserve to?

you were still recovering, possibly still bedridden weeks later. your blood still stained his spear, dripping down to his palms, pale and scarred skin marked further with the blue and purple swirls of his sin. you were still in pain, still healing from a spear to your side, and he was here, reaching for medicine for a sore shoulder?

(it was worse than that. bone had knocked against bone, bruising beneath where muscle could reach. it ached even when he sat as still as possible, dragging him out of every attempt to meditate. the dark purple splotches stretched beyond his clothing, reaching across his back and up his neck, making nearly any action flare the wound. it was far beyond an over-exerted muscle or a particularly tiring day, and yet even the worst nights of his pain were staved off by the memory of having to wash blue off his blade. even as the latch on the bottle was undone, the lip pressed to his, he could never bring himself to drink it)

(even the small droplet of it on the rim, tasting of qingxin extract and violet grass, threatened to make him sick. how dare he?)

yes, it would likely only get him into more trouble were he found out, but he was careful not to be. whenever the wind brought him the heavy presence of geo, zhongli’s familiar footsteps climbing the stairs, he snatched the bottle and emptied it into the stone carving on the balcony, letting the medicine soak into the soil beneath it. it splashed when he was sloppy, the deep purple medicine appearing blue on the stone, sparking a memory that weighed harder on the pit in his stomach.

even as he handed the bottle over to zhongli, his jaw clenched from the strain on his shoulder. the action was stiff, jerky, but evidently smooth enough that it had passed his assessment.

zhongli tucked the bottle away, surprisingly not drawing out a new one.

“i am proud of you, and of the progress you have made,” he said, golden eyes softening in the light of dusk. “well done, xiao.”

how strange, he thought, watching him leave, that the very action that made his vision swim with unshed tears was one that was praised.

he wouldn’t complain, of course. he never would. this pain was his to bear, just as the burden of your bloodshed was his to shoulder. he was well aware his pain could never take back yours—though he wished, desperately, that he could move your injury to him. he wanted to be able to take on the physical reminder of his defect, to take the hit of his own spear to spare you from his lapse in judgement. he would take it, take ten times the pain you endured, if only it meant that your skin was free of his scars.

it would be an honor to assist the divine, even at the price of his own life.

[killerandhealerqueen]

✨ weekend wip exposure club ✨

rules: post 7 sentences/a snippet of an unfinished work

@hyperbolicgrinch and @theotherwhybietoldmeso (as usual)

More from my Lestappen hero x villain + baby au. And we got some angst!

He then turned, about to get Ollie ready for the day, when he froze, his eyes wide in shock to see Max standing there, shadows angrily swirling around him.             “Max?  What are you doing here?” he asked.             “So you’ll take his offered help, but you won’t take mine?” Max hissed.  Charles frowned.             “What are you talking about?” he demanded.  Max pointed to the door.             “Carlos.  And his offer.  You’ll take his help but not mine?” he snarled.  Charles blinked before his eyes widened in realization and he huffed.             “It’s different” he argued.  Max growled.             “How?  How is it different?” he demanded.  Charles shook his head.             “Because…” he started.             “Because I’m not a hero?  Is that it?  Would you have taken my help if I was a hero?  Like you?  Like Carlos?” Max demanded.  Charles frowned.             “What’s gotten into you?  Why are you so angry about this?” he asked.  Max growled, the shadows growing larger as his anger grew, as he looked at him.             “Answer me” he hissed.  Charles snarled.             “No.  I won’t answer you if this is how you’re going to speak to me” he snapped, his eyes flashing as a bright aura began to surround him.  Max snarled and took a step towards him, just as Ollie let out a shriek, absolutely terrified of the power that was radiating off of Charles and Max as they practically surrounded him.  At his shriek, Max and Charles looked at him with wide eyes before Charles looked at Max, tears in his beautiful green eyes.             “Get out” he whispered.  Max looked at him and frowned.             “What?” he asked.  Charles pointed at him.             “Get out!  Get out of here!  Stay away from us!  I don’t ever want to see you again!” he shouted, making Max look at him with a mixture of hurt and shock before his face shuttered and a mask of cold indifference took its place.             “Fine” he replied, his voice flat and void of emotions, before he disappeared in a flash of shadows, Charles staring at the spot where he had just been standing before he let out a shuddering breath and rested his forehead against Ollie’s as he gently rubbed his son’s back.             “Sorry.  Papa’s sorry.  I didn’t mean to scare you” he murmured before he pressed a kiss to his baby hair and smiled weakly at him.             “Let’s get you ready for the day, yeah?” he asked. 

[loganslowdown4]

I love how Roman is singing Rewrite the Stars (a song so so many people say is Prinxiety coded) and Virgil is ready to m*rder Roman for singing it too much lolol

Absolutely nothing against the song or prinxiety or prinxiety stans, I love prinxiety but I wanna say he did this on purpose to mess with us lmao

(personally I have it on my Intruality playlist bc I feel like it fits them better imo but to each their ownnnn 😁)

[camellcat]

you ever realize you never properly learned how to say a character's name, so by the time you finally HEAR it, you have no idea who they're talking about? cause I feel like I keep doing this and it's very confusing to keep being corrected like that

[voidlingduck]

Hazbin Hotel - Thoughts and Rewrite

Having seen the first four episodes of Hazbin Hotel, and having been casually following the Hellaverse since the pilot (I have watched the shows but not consumed any outside material) - I have had a lot of thoughts about the storytelling of Hazbin Hotel so far. In discussing my thoughts and feelings with @ekholocationn I ended up having some ideas on how I would handle the overall arc and plot of the show to make for a tighter narrative and address some of the flaws I found with the work.

This is very much a broad strokes kind of rewrite at this point, and trying to stay relatively true to what has been presented to us so far - it mostly involves shuffling things around and reorganising/refocusing the plot.

The main complaint with the plot of the show is that the Heaven plotline feels rushed and the cards are being played too soon, what feels like it should be a twist is laid bare in the first episode and furthermore it undermines the very purpose of the Hotel and Charlie's plan. Heaven as not merely an antagonistic, but an actively villainous force, feels like it's come too soon - and the way it's being explored isn't really satisfying. Camilla's reluctance to fight is difficult to justify, where Velvette, who is arguably framed as a villain, seems to be onto something and correct.

Speaking of Velvette however, her and the Vee's are what I feel are the shows strongest aspect at this point. These are villains that have incredibly strong personality and presence, and moreso, personal connections and investment to the cast at the hotel. Vox and Velvette's songs are some of my favourites, and Valentino is shown to be a serious threat to Angel and his potential for redemption.

This in mind, in my rewrite of the show, Season 1 of Hazbin Hotel would cast the Vee's as the primary antagonists to the hotel, and leave the angel's in heaven and their villainy as a mystery and twist reveal for later in the show.

Charlie has no reason to believe her plan won't work, in fact, she has a powerful Overlord as a benefactor - who while he seems to be a little disparaging, is still putting resources into her project. She is doing what she can to try and rehabilitate these sinners, however, the Vee's want to see this project fail and become active threats to the Hotel. Vox, because of his rivalry with Alastor, and Valentino because he wants to keep control of angel. The primary tension is the push and pull between Charlie as a force of redemption and light, and the Vee's as a representation of temptation, vice and hell's worst qualities trying to keep the sinners down. Charlie does not meet with Adam and the angels in Episode 1, rather, she is seen to be optomistic and hopeful, and Heaven is kept as this guarded mystery and protectors of order and goodness.

What about Velvette the other Overlords, and the angels though? I greatly enjoyed Respectless, and I don't want to snub Velvette, who is clearly a powerful villain in her own right. I don't want to completely erase the plot of the exterminated angel and Heaven's violence from the show. I would keep the scene of the Overlords meeting, and Velvette revealing the angel's severed head, however I would make a few tweaks. Firstly, this would be the first time we find out about the fact that an angel was killed - we are just as shocked as the other Overlords. Secondly, the Hazbin Hotel would be more of a point of discussion, and we would get a more overarching conflict between the Hotel and the Vees regarding what to do about the problem of Angel Extermination. Do we attempt to redeem sinners? Or do we just kill the Angels? I think for the purpose of this plot, the revelation that Heaven is moving up its extermination would coincide with the meeting of the Overlords, really being a trigger for it, and this episode would act as a midpoint - raising the stakes and introducing the broader conflict after a few episodes settling into the attempts fo the Hotel to redeem sinners and the Vee's attempts to intervene.

In this story rather than being the way the show opens, Charlie meeting with the angels would instead be a sort of climactic moment - and the revelation that Adam is a jerk and Heaven has no intention of letting sinners rise but instead wants to exterminate them would be a sort of Darkest Hour moment for Charlie. Her plan has failed, the Vee's are gaining more support... This way, there's been some build up, and the twist feels more like a twist - and it also feels like more of a gut-wrenching betrayal because both us and Charlie by this point would have investment in her plan and a hope that it might actually work.

I want to see how the show handles it's ending before I fully flesh out this rewrite, but for now this is the sort of broad strokes as to how I would approach structuring Hazbin Hotel if I were to rework it. I may or may not expand on these thoughts later when there is more material to work with! This post also does not touch on more nuanced topics such as the shows handling of sensitive issues and character arcs, it is more of a broad strokes analysis and retooling.

I thought it might be fun to share my thoughts and I hope people enjoy them! I would love to hear other peoples thoughts on this as well :)

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

every day I curse the fact I cannot draw or something just so I could create myself more scorbus content. I feel like I've absorbed all the media already 😭 we are starved as a fandom

[virgilisspidey]

Me: I'm gonna finish this chapter!

The fanfic author curse:

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Our Angel of Brahma, pt. ix

Travelers. Friends. Mutuals. @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @ananxiousgenz @the-private-eye @demonic-panini @gwenlena

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING BEGINS. MOTHERLY VOICE: I finally got a moment to myself thanks to Eber and Camilla… Thank the Goddess… I don’t know what I would be doing without them. (THE PERSON SIGHS) Where do I begin? I guess… my name would be a good start.  (CLEARING THEIR THROAT) My name is Eevee Bell, and I am one of three to four dozen Dome Wardens on Brahma. Our duty is to perform routine maintenance on the planet’s Dome, track incoming and outgoing shuttles and ships, and monitor Brahma’s severe weather outside the Dome. I love my job. I think I do my job very well. From what I’ve heard about other planets, they have robotics and computers to do this job now. Artificial intelligence that the Solar Planets spent a fortune to perfect. Of course just like with everything else though, Brahma gets left behind in the dust. (EEVEE CHUCKLES UNDER HER BREATH) EEVEE: Goddess bless our savior New Kinshasa. (EEVEE LAUGHS A BIT HARSHER) EEVEE: What happened to us though has been brewing under their noses for some time now. I guess it was only a matter of time before… something was done.  To be honest I’m still not entirely sure what did happen. I know that our alarms went off when the Reactor Core was removed, and I know they stopped going off when the Core was put back. I know that the Chief Constable called all of our stations, and ordered us to go home. I know that we have not gone back to our stations for nearly ten days. I know that if we don’t accept any imports within the next seven days Brahma will begin to suffer. And if we fall, New Kinshasa falls with us.  Cyrus called me while I was rushing to get home to Baird. He asked me how much I knew and after I told him, I asked how much he knew. He said it would be better if he came to speak to me in person. He lives across town with Iris. I told him it wouldn’t be wise to meet up so late, especially with a curfew in place. He disagreed, but I talked enough sense into him that he waited until morning to catch a tram over here to the apartments.  Baird was not enthused to see him. He was rather… indifferent, actually. I know it hurt Cyrus’ feelings, I do plan on talking about it with Baird when I can, but it’s so hard to talk about anything seriously right now. I’d rather keep things as light-hearted as possible.  I sent Baird over to Camilla and Eber’s apartment while I had tea with Cyrus. He looked so worried. He asked me if I saw the Chief Constable’s broadcast about the Revolutionary, Peter Nureyev. I have. I watched it with Baird the night before after I got home from my post. Cyrus said that he doesn’t know of any Peter Nureyevs in any of his revolution circles.  He surprised me by asking me for my thoughts about the Constable they allegedly found murdered by the Revolutionary. I didn’t at the time, and I still don’t now. Cyrus said that he has reason to believe that part was a lie. He doesn’t believe the Revolutionary killed a Constable. He thinks it might be an elaborate lie or cover-up for some more vain truth. (EEVEE INHALES SHARPLY) The revolutionaries are holding a meeting tonight. Cyrus invited me to come. He wants me there. I don’t want to get in trouble, but… I need to keep Cyrus and Baird safe. And by extension, it’s my job to keep Brahma safe.  SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. NEW RECORDING BEGINS: EEVEE:  What the fuck! NEW VOICE:  What are you doing? EEVEE:  What am I doing I’m recording you idiot! Cyrus, don’t you see? If what was discussed tonight has any truth to it, New Kinshasa isn’t going to let any of this get out. More than– I bet you my next paycheck that Dark Matters is going to play a role in covering it all up! (CYRUS TRIES TO SHUSH EEVEE) CYRUS:  Alright, alright– you have a point. Keep your voice down alright the streets have ears… You really hope your little comms though is going to play a role in– This? EEVEE: Mark my word, I think my little comms will outlive both of us. If Baird’s lucky it will outlive them.  (CYRUS GROANS. EEVEE GIGGLES) Okay, okay… I attended the meeting– CYRUS: The book club. We went to a late-night book club meeting. What? Don’t give me that look. Plausible deniability, Eve. EEVEE:  Right. The Book Club. We attended Book Club and talked about the climax of a war story. In the story, the main character kills a man with radical ideas to overthrow their government. The man he killed was not popular amongst the rebels. In theory, they should have agreed with him. CYRUS: In practice, however, the rebels do not condone murdering hundreds of thousands of people. Thus the whole unpopular amongst the rebels.  EEVEE:  Of course, word got out about the man’s death, and to cover it up, the government claimed him as an Enforcer. And they were getting away with it because the last clothes the man was found in was a stolen Enforcer uniform.  I don’t know if I believe the rebel or the government’s of the story– CYRUS: Eve– EEVEE: But! But. But I do believe that it was the right call for the rebels to sit back and wait for information to trickle out to them slowly… I think I’ll need to attend the next meeting to really make sure I understand what I’m getting myself into. Oh– I’m so tired. Can we discuss all this in the morning? With hopefully less ears listening in? (CYRUS HUMS AFFIRMATIVELY) CYRUS: I’ll even let you sleep in if you let me crash on your couch.  EEVEE: Of course, I wouldn’t make you walk across town while already breaking our curfew.  CYRUS: Thanks, Eve.  (LONG PAUSE) Baird’s not going to be mad to see me, is he? EEVEE: This late at night? I doubt it. If anything he’s staying over at that Spade’s apartment probably fast asleep with Charlie. Oh, they’re so sweet together. I went to say good night to them one evening and I couldn’t kiss Baird’s head because Charlie had a death grip on his shoulders. He's always polite and entertains all of Baird’s whims… I wish you were around more to see it happen. CYRUS:  You and I both know why that can’t happen.  (BOTH OF THEM SIGH) EEVEE: You know he’s only so pouty around you because you and I split up, right? He just wants us all together again. Like a proper family. CYRUS: We are a proper family. Mom who works too hard, dad who left to get milk and never came back– see? Proper family. (EEVEE LAUGHS CAUSING CYRUS TO LAUGH) UNFAMILIAR VOICE: Hey, state your business and show your credentials. CYRUS: Shit, Constables. Run Eve! SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS. 

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. RECORDING BEGINS.  (EEVEE WHISPERS) EEVEE: Cyrus and I got away from the Constables last week perfectly fine. This week on Brahma: we went to another revolution meeting. A few old timers took roll call and one of them said he had reason to believe that the person the Angel of Brahma killed was one of theirs. A man who wasn’t the least bit popular in any particular revolutionary circle. Apparently, he wanted to drop New Kinshasa out of the sky and saw it perfectly fit to kill all of Brahma in the process.  (EEVEE SCOFFS) The nerve of some people. No one at the meeting could remember his name though, and no one still knows who Peter Nureyev is outside of the photos projected on every billboard on the planet now. He looks so young. Those dark and haunting eyes and sharp teeth. I find it hard to believe that he’s just a teenager. But– he is.  I’m trying to keep my voice down right now because Baird is asleep. The meeting was held before curfew this time so Cyrus went home to Iris and I walked alone back to the apartment. Eber was waiting for me just outside and before I could say hello he was dragging me down the halls to Hank’s apartment. His dog Missy was sprawled out on the sofa but Hank, Camilla, and Josie were all gathered around the dinner table. Mrs. Darius was upstairs with Talia, Charlie, and Baird. I sat down and told them everything I could.  The revolutionaries wouldn’t let me record anything with my comms during the meeting, but there wasn’t much that I think needed to be recorded. Just talk about who was storing what, who was leaving their doors open to help others. There was a lot of talk about going on strike. Either food or labor. They want to send a message to New Kinshasa. I don’t think I can afford to do much of anything. Me and the other Dome Wardens just went back to work two days ago, we are working through a backlog of off-planet imports and exports still. If I strike alone I’ll just be fired. If all the Wardens strike, then the Constables will take over and that will lead to certain catastrophe. And if I stop eating then Baird will stop eating and he’s already so… short.  Oh– I wish I got a chance to talk to Cyrus before we went our separate ways. He’d help me think of some way I can help. Better yet, he’d probably be able to give the others here at the apartments the answers they wanted from me. Hank didn’t say anything other than telling us to get out. Eber, Camilla, Josie, and I were silent on the walk upstairs. The kids were delighted to see us. Eber walked Talia back down to Hank, Josie was trying to fill in Mrs. Darius, and Camilla and I watched the boys play some sort of game where they kept pinching each other and trying to not shriek? I think that was the objective? Children’s games used to be much less violent when I was that age. I remember when– BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Memma? EEVEE: Bairdy! What are you doing awake? BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): I couldn’t sleep. You were being too loud.  (EEVEE TSKS) EEVEE: Then let’s put you back to bed alright baby? C’mon. I’ll even sing for you if you’d like.  SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. NEW RECORDING BEGINS. EEVEE: I have either made the best decision of the revolution that will turn the tides in favor of Brahma, or the worst mistake of my life.  I told the old-timers at this past meeting that I work as a Dome Warden, and that a few of my colleagues seemed interested in joining the rebellion but were uncertain on how to go about it. The old-timers were delighted for a number of reasons and had drawn the same conclusion that I had a few weeks ago when a labor strike was first brought up. They think it would be very good if I was able to get some of the other Wardens on board with the revolution.  Cyrus was very quiet during the meeting. I asked him before we left if he had any opinions he was holding back, and all he said was to trust my gut. So… I trusted my gut. I told the other Wardens at my post about the meetings. I told them about going on strike. A few seemed skeptical. Others wanted to know when the next meeting was. I’m going to contact Cyrus and get him to help me get the others to the next meeting.  I hope… this wasn’t a mistake. I guess time will only tell. SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. NEW RECORDING BEGINS. EEVEE: –you turned it on. Good job, baby. BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Mom, why are you showing me how to use your comms? Is something going to happen to us? Is something bad going to happen to you?  EEVEE: What? Oh no, baby. Nothing is going to happen to me. I just think you would find more use out of my comms than I would. Look, since you got it to record you can start recording all those little songs you like to sing. Or maybe you can get Charlie to record a story for you.  BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): But Mom, I like your singing and your stories more. Will you sing for me? And tell me a story tonight? EEVEE: Absolutely not. You get one or the other. Take your pick. And whatever you don’t choose, you have to give to me.  (BAIRD POUTS) BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Fine… I want a story from you, and then I’ll give you a song. EEVEE:  Good choice, Bairdy. What kind of story would you like? (BAIRD HUMS) BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): I want a story about Brahma.  EEVEE: A story about Brahma? Well… there once was a boy born on Brahma with nothing. Not even a name. He grew up just like everyone else, hungry for more. More food, more freedom, more time. The boy followed a man who dreamed of dropping the New Kinshasa on top of the planet.  The boy was very tired. Tired of being poor, tired of being hungry, tired of being alone. But he knew, that if he let that man drop New Kinshasa out of the sky, he would never be able to forgive himself. Brahma is his home. He looked down at Brahma from up high, and saw them: his people.  Starving young faces just like his looked up to the sky and stared back at the city as it trembled. The boy had the power at his fingertips to stop a tragedy.  This is it. The people thought. This is how we go out. Not with the big bang, but crushed under the heel of our jailor.  The boy heard their thoughts. He felt a rush of adrenaline and stopped the man from getting away. The city of New Kinshasa never fell out of the sky that day. The people were ordered to retreat to their homes. But that evening, everyone heard about the great threat against the Guardian Angel System. And everyone learned the name Peter Nureyev. And for the first time in the last half-century, hope bloomed on Brahma. The Boy, The Legend, The Angel of Brahma.  BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): That’s not a story Memma, that’s history.  EEVEE: And what is history but a story we have to learn from? Now, I believe you owe me a song. (BAIRD GROANS AND HUFFS) BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Fine… (BAIRD TAKES A DEEP BREATH AND HUMS. THE SOUND GETS CLEARER LIKE HE’S BROUGHT THE COMMS CLOSER) My angel, I must ask you keep singing for me.  How sweet your tune, like a songbird at noon.  What a lovely trill, it makes me feel ill. O’ My heart overflows, I could never let go.  Like chimes in the wind, it must be destined.  I’ll find my way home, with your voice I’ll never be alone. Happy? (EEVEE SNIFFLES) EEVEE: Very. Thank you, Baird. That was beautiful.  (FABRIC RUSTLES, BOTH BAIRD AND EEVEE HUM) Promise me you’ll never stop singing baby. BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Of course, Memma. I don’t think I could even if I tried.  EEVEE: Good. Now– (EEVEE PRESSES A KISS TO BAIRD’S HEAD) Get some sleep. Okay? We have a long day tomorrow. And Bairdy? BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Yes, Mom? EEVEE: You know that I love you, right? BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): To the moons and back, yeah… Mom you promised nothing bad was going to happen to you.  EEVEE:  And nothing will. Good night, Baird.  BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Night Mom.  SOUND: DOOR CLOSING. BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Which button was it to end the recording? Was it this o– SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS. 

- EEVEE BELL. BAIRD BELL. must contact Frannie’s friend about both of those names. - Dome Wardens are indeed an old, out of date job. Eve is right, they’ve been replaced with robots. It’s actually kinda scary how right she was about things. About that, about Dark Matters probably covering everything up with New Kinshasa. - Cyrus and Eve sound so fun together. I can see why they got married and had a kid together. - Bairdy and Memma… right up there with Charls and Dearest. - Oh Baird, he was 12 when these recordings were made. 12. Just almost a teenager, not quite. Almost too old to be called a baby. - Eve loved Baird so much. She reminds me of my mother a bit. And she knew exactly what she was doing tucking Baird into bed that final time. There’s no doubt in my mind this is the last recording with her in it. She was taken away after this and never came back. The Dome Wardens did go on strike at some point according to Baird in other recordings, so did someone snitch to a Constable? Did she the Constable that almost caught her and Cyrus track her down? - I think that’s the most frustrating part of my job. No matter how much I dig and research, there are some things that will be lost to me forever.

[ball-of-butter]

them: what are you thinking about?

me: nothing

my brain: do you ever just sit there and wonder how differently things would have panned out if maven had attached himself to cal instead of mare? if the key to his humanity was his brother and him only? do you ever think that maybe maven would know he wasn’t and couldn’t be good but he would try to be anyways so he could be close to cal (because the crux of it all was that he didn’t want to be alone)? or do you think maven would’ve ended up destroying the both of them because he knows no other way (and cal wouldn’t leave maven to destroy himself on his own)? do you ever think about how cal would’ve been the only person ever to let him stay close? do you ever think about how the entire fucking story would have changed because maven’s character would have been different since he’s a warped mirror of everything he loves (a small list)?

[oh-meow-swirls]

i knowwwww that i talk about the jibanyan's secret quest from 2 like constantly but it is seriously just like. peak writing i think. i love yo-kai watch writing but i don't think any line can ever hit as hard as jibanyan's line of "i would die nine times to keep amy safe" like. especially since at that point he still thinks amy called him lame for dying and yet he's STILL willing to die for her even when directly given the opportunity to not die and to be able to be a regular cat again. it's just so sweet to me.

[satoshi-mochida]

Rewrite Harvest festa! Reveals English Gameplay and Launches Steam Page, Screenshots

From Gematsu

Sekai Project has shared an update on the upcoming localized release of the Rewrite fan disc Rewrite Harvest festa!

The fan disc’s official Steam store page has been launched alongside new screenshots. Rewrite Harvest festa! will feature six unlockable routes, multiple endings, a CG viewer, unlockable music playback, a first-person dungeon crawler unlocked after finishing all routes, and new quality-of-life improvements compared to the Japanese release.

The narrative finds protagonist Tennouji Kotarou investigating mysterious events occurring during the Kazamatsuri Harvest Festival. However, this seemingly slice-of-life adventure with his friends and classmates is connected to a journey toward the “truth” that no one else has discovered. A 2024 release is planned.

Sekai Project has also shared a new gameplay video that is viewable from the fan disc’s official Kickstarter page.

The text may look like nothing has changed compared to main game, however in the background major engineering work was put in the storage and display of the text. The redesigned handling will allow us to support future updates to the text. The redesign will let the engine be more flexible and not crash when changes are introduced.

You can view the new Rewrite Harvest festa! English screenshots via our gallery below:

[undercityrezident]

I just had a thought about an AU for TotK that involve the fates of Sonia and Rauru, and how it could impact the game at large.

Spoilers below the cut:

Imagine an AU where it's Rauru who is murdered by Ganondorf instead of Sonia in Memory 9. Instead of Sonia's stone, it's Rauru's he claims as his own.

Sonia and Zelda would be the ones to escape with Rauru's body instead, and events would continue to play out as normal for the most part, though Zelda tells Sonia, rather than Rauru, about how Ganondorf would only be sealed and not defeated.

Everything else continues similarly up until the final confrontation with Ganondorf in the sealing chamber. At that point, Sonia would assume a similar role to Rauru, where she'd lead the sages against him in their fight. The end result would be the same: they'd have to seal him rather than defeat him. But this time, it takes a different form.

This time, Sonia uses a different time power: one that freezes time entirely within the chamber. In a manner similar to Rauru she'll bind herself into this effect to ensure that she can hold the time-freeze, keeping herself and the demon king bound for millennia to come.

If one would ask about the existence of such a power, I feel that Sonia is likely capable of far more than just the recall power. The Secret Stones amplify all users' abilities within a specific domain (i.e. time, water, light, etc.). And it's demonstrated that the time power can be used in more than just a static reversal of a particular object. It can send objects through time, as seen with the Master Sword. While similar, it is different, and leaves the doors open for a multitude of different applications of time powers.

Of course, the application of such a power over so long to hold a being so powerful as The Demon King Ganondorf would be immensely taxing. It would perhaps be a stroke of brilliance on her part to seal herself in the time stop spell along with Ganondorf, as it would help to preserve her over the ages to ensure the spell holds for as long as it did. Sonia has been shown to be exceedingly clever, and this feels like something she could easily dream up.

But everything has limits: Sonia's power included.

So when Link and Zelda arrive, instead of an arm holding an emaciated Ganondorf at bay, they find two beings linked in a strange bubble of space devoid of colour. Leaking ever so slowly, the only thing in colour in the whole room, is the steady ooze of red gloom from Ganondorf's body, evidence of the weakening of Sonia's spell against Ganondorf's immense power and will. Also, there is the barely visible sparkle of green at the far end of the room that Link and Zelda both miss with this sight in front of them.

Otherwise still frozen in time, Sonia has just enough awareness to recognize the presence of Zelda and her own powers approaching. She knows from their conversations that she'll be bringing Link with him, and believes that this is when she can finally release the spell that's put her under tremendous strain.

She does, only to realize that this Link and Zelda are not ready to face the demon king as he immediately resumes his fury in full form, not having decayed over the ages as he did in proper canon. The sword is destroyed just as it was before, and Zelda falls once Ganondorf unleashes his magic to collapse the room and thrust the castle upward.

Sonia knows that Zelda must travel to the past, as she's witnessed it already, and she rips her stone from her neck and throws it to Zelda as the young woman plummets, while Link goes after her without hesitation as he did in canon.

Zelda catches the stone, and winks back into the past, while Link is caught in a strange spell that reverses him back to where he jumped. It's Sonia who saves his life in this version of events... mostly.

The last vestiges of the sealing chamber's floor collapse as Sonia casting the recall spell, and she begins to fall. Link catches her, but he begins to fall again as the recall spell ends. That is, until a strange green glow descends upon them. A strange green arm wrests them from their fate and pulls them away from the sealing chamber and into the sky where the game's adventure would begin properly with Link being armless, but Sonia present as his guide and companion. She helps him gain the powers of the Great Sky Island until they're greeted by a face familiar to Sonia.

Rauru appears to them and has a touching reunion with Sonia after all these years. He'll tell her that he's kept a vigil over her as she kept the Demon King locked away, trying to bolster her power with his own as much as he could.

Link will find that he can't use the Zonai powers as effectively as Sonia recalls them being used in the past. Rauru's reveals to them that Link needs a conduit to invoke them properly, and guides them to his grave in the Forgotten Temple where he grants Link his preserved arm.

It's at this point that the world becomes far more dangerous, as Ganondorf has returned having lost far less of his power due to having been preserved, mostly, by the time stop spell compared to how he'd degraded in canon. Sonia, drained of her power completely from her efforts, and now without her Secret Stone, is the pseudo-guide/companion for Link during the remainder of the game, with one of her main roles being to help to help direct Link to the dragons' tears to learn the fate of Zelda, since Zelda remained active in the past after Sonia imprisoned Ganondorf with the time-freeze.

And of course, we'll get to see her heart break when she learns of Zelda's draconification, a sacrifice of the highest order.

And you could most certainly return to Rauru's tomb on the Great Sky Island to see or even promote further interactions between Rauru's spirit and Sonia, now ripped from her own time as much as Zelda has been from hers. This will include dialogue that changes as Link progresses through the game, including discussions on how to find a way to try and bring Zelda back from her draconic form.

Of course, Ganondorf won't get as much mileage out of his puppet Zelda going around Hyrule to cause trouble with Sonia around, but Ganondorf still believes it to be a lure for Sonia to come to Hyrule Castle once he triggers puppet Zelda's appearance there. Sonia sends Link in her stead with the new sages, seeing it as an obvious trap for her. She does worry for Link, knowing the depth of his feelings for Zelda.

After a heartfelt reunion between Mineru and Sonia, the pair glad they're not the only beings stranded in a time far from their own, the game proceeds towards its conclusion as normal.

If Link was able to find all the memories from the dragon's tears and trigger dialogue between Rauru and Sonia (and maybe even a side mission to delve into some ruins in The Depths for research to give more hints of what they have in mind), the ending of the game will play out much as it does in canon, but this time with a living Sonia and spiritual Rauru helping to bring Zelda back to her original form.

If not, Zelda will remain a dragon at the end of the game.

In the ending where Zelda is returned to her Hylian form, Sonia ends up giving a bittersweet farewell to both Rauru and Mineru's spirits, and acts as a mother towards Zelda for the remainder of their days as they all rebuild Hyrule.

In the ending where Zelda remains a dragon, she has that same farewell, though she regrets never finding out how they could return Zelda to her original form. She lives out her days trying to help bring Zelda's dream of rebuilding Hyrule to fruition. Sadly, it's still something of a lonely life in her off-hours, with no family and with only semi-regular visits from Link, who is similarly distraught from Zelda's continued fate.