#rtl 4

[monstermaster13]

(via GIPHY)

[falconisinstartup]

Tranche 0 liftoff and landing | SpaceX

[icarodamiano]

Måneskin at RTL 102.5 in Milan, Italy — October 17, 2022

via federicagentileof, jessicabrugali, alemele78, sdegradi

[lesbiancarat]

vancouver be the sun setlist for anyone interested! this should be the setlist for all other tour stops as well, it is slightly modified from the seoul stop so be prepared for that!

[felikatze]

ninjago has 14 seasons dubbed in german and on god that is more dedication to a dub than i've seen from any other cartoon ever

[xaviergalatis]

[decompositie]

watching the A-team again made me realise so many things abt this twisted world.... smokes cigar.... ppl should re-watch the A-team 1983 and take it like really very seriously and reflect on things

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

03/03/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; OurFlagTurns2; AdoptOurCrew Rhys Cameo; Samba Schutte; Vico Ortiz; Nathan Foad; In Soup Now Fundraiser; Watch Party Reminders; Wrecked;Newark Newark; Our Flag Means RTL; Fan Spotlight; Taika Cast Card; Captain's Orders Cont'd; TX OFMD Meet Up - Well and Truly Docked; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

#OurFlagTurns2!

Happy 2nd OFMD Anniversary Crew!

So many things were going on for the 2nd Anniversary! @AdoptOurCrew were putting out questions/prompts to increase community engagement! Did you all send any stories their way?

Thank you to @PaulineKnip for catching the #OurFlagTurns2 tag trending!

@adoptourcrew was kind enough to get the crew a Cameo from our esteemed Captain! They were having some technical difficulties getting the full thing uploaded, so I've included it here for now, but you can access it via their @AdoptOurCrew Tiktok

== Fundraisers ==

In Soup Now is now live! Interested in helping raise funds for Team Haven Belfast to support their work to feed unhoused neighbors? Check out: InSoupNow: In Aid of Team HAVEN for WeeJohnWonday

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba posted a couple of things in honor of the 2 year anniversary of OFMD in his Stories!

== Vico Ortiz ==

Just some photos of Vico and what they've been up to lately!

== Nathan Foad ==

Nathan has a bunch of stuff on BBC this week! Please give some a watch to support him!

Monday 4th 11:15pm - BBC2 - "Our Flag Means Death; s2e5'

Tuesday 5th 10pm - BBC2 - 'Newark, Newark' Ep 1

On iplayer (&repeating tonight, 11:40 pm bbc3) ' Things you should have done' ep two.

== Watch Party Reminders ==

For all current watch parties, check out Watch Party Calendar

Mar 4 - Mar 8: Wrecked Season 1

Wrecked is no longer on any streaming platform, and it is not available digitally on US sites. (Apparently, it is available on German Amazon?) There are sources being passed around. If access is an issue, DM @iamadequate1 on Twitter or Tumblr

Season 1 watch from March 4th to March 8th. 

Season 2 watch from March 11th to March 15th. 

Season 3 watch from March 18th to March 22nd. 

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags: 

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

= Mar 5: NewarkNewark with @adoptourcrew =

Please join @adoptourcrew for a @NewarkNewark watch party on March 5th at 10 pm GMT/ 2pm PS / 5pm EST!

== Deutsche Nachrichten / German News ==

Twitter-Watch-Along von Our Flag Means Death:

Streamt Staffel 2 ab dem 15. März.

Samstag, 9.3. 17:00 Folgen 1 bis 3, 

Dienstag, 12.3. 20:00 Folgen 4 & 5, 

Mittwoch, 13.3. 20:00 Folgen 6 & 7, 

Donnerstag 14.3. 20:00 Folgen 8 & 9, 

Freitag, 15.3. 17:30 Folge 10

Und anschließend bingen wir zusammen Staffel 2! 

Schaut und tweetet mit! 

Hashtag:

 OurFlag RTL.

== Fan Spotlight ==

== Cast Cards! ==

Our crew-mate @melvisik is back again, this time with a Taika trading card! So glad to see Taika joining the rest of the cast!

== Captain's Orders ==

Two more of our crew-mates, @amuseoffyre and @pehmokoira were kind enough to share their #CaptainsOrders pictures with us! Thanks for getting out everyone, even if the weather wasn't perfect!

== In Person Events! ==

TX: Sept 21/22 - Well and Truly Docked on the Strand Hey Crew! Some of our crew-mates in TX are holding an in-person OFMD Fan Gathering on Galveston Island in Galveston, TX - September 21/22! Learn more! For tickets, visit Truly Docked 2024

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. It's been two years. Two years since OFMD started the journey to bringing all of us together. I know a lot of us are later to the party than others, but I just wanna say thank you to OFMD for helping so many of us feel loved, and included, and safe-- and for this fandom for always being so welcoming.

Whether you've been here since the first trailer was shown, or since the cancellation of s2, you are part of this found family and we're so happy to have you.

I know a lot of folks are worried right now, and we've been going for so long, but we have something to celebrate today! 2 years! Can you believe it?

I've had more fun in the last half a year with you all, than I have in nearly a decade. The love and support I feel in this community is so strong that I feel like there's hope for just about anything. I fully believe we're going to get our s3 at this point because everything we're doing means something. This show is all about queer joy, and we need that on tv, and we're showing everyone exactly what it means to us. It's gonna happen. We're manifesting that shit.

You are wonderful lovelies, every last one of you. Don't ever forget that. I hope you have a fulfilling, restful evening/day, and everything good you could need happens for you. Stay strong, we made it this far, we'll make it through <3.

= Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika =

Sorry but I can't speak with these gifs here:

Fingers. Palpable Fingers.

Darby Courtesy of @wastingyourgum

Taika Courtesy of @waititi-tho

[juhaknyeonies]

choi seungcheol smau (scoups)

music major!seungcheol x cinematography major!reader

summary: you left home early and don’t have anyone to dorm with at the dorms so you take up rent with a friend, you need to find a job but it’s been a struggle for you and you can’t just let your friend pay rent by yourself so when you find a job you immediately take it but what you didn’t realise was this job had you moving around a lot more than you wanted too. atleast he’s rich, right?

genre: humour, fluff, romance, slight angst

warnings: landlord is a prick, sick people (illness), isolation and arguements

started 27/06/23 - ended tba

updates: every saturday and thursday

feel free to ask to be apart of taglist

a/n: i am not american so the dates when the academic term starts and ends may be a little different, also years of when certain people graduate will be different based on their major.

term 1: early february - early april (beginning of the academic year)

2 week break

term 2: late april - late june

2 week break

term 3: late july - late september

2 week break

term 4: early october - mid december (end of academic year)

6 week break and repeat again

the beginning

profiles 1 (y/n’s squad 😝)

profiles 2 and 2.5 (12 broke uni students + mingyu)

beginning of academic year

recording #1: day too early..

recording #2: job stealer

recording #3: the girl in vernon’s class

recording #4: ncity liquor

recording #5: job interview = happy cheol

recording #6: can you drive??

recording #7: today is not my day

recording #8: guilty

recording #9: are you girlypop?

recording #10: accidentally asked a girl out…

recording #11: cute

recording #12: sleep on the floor

recording #13: texting, i’m bored

recording #14: my fav cousin

recording #15: i wanna go, but i don’t but i did!

recording #16: drunk one-sided fight

recording #17: not jeonghan approved

recording #18: they finally did work!!

recording #19: stupid landlord

recording #20: sorry lee seokmin

recording #21: no they aren’t actually dating.. yet!

recording #22: he’s whipped whipped

recording #23: rtl or fear?

recording #24: rejected but not to your face.. ouch.

recording #25: y/n’s twitter

recording #26: delulu

recording #27: woozi got my back

recording #28: ngl thought it was obvious

recording #29: best wingmans ever

recording #30: spending $127 on someone (simp!)

recording #31: something on your mind

recording #32: oh okay

recording #33: mansae mansae mansae

recording #34: i’m sorry, it was urgent

recording #35: yayaya lets have fun!!

recording #36: gotta go (not by chungha)

recording #37: just s.coups and woozi

recording #38: jeonghan and y/n

recording #39: get on twitter!!!

recording #40: im back, im sorry

recording #41: same dream, same mind, same night

recording #42: cinematography is fun

recording #43: regular (job version)

recording #44: ubb file??

recording #45: creation of adore u (wip)!!

recording #46: quiet

recording #47: for you ofc <3

recording #48: its obvious i adore you

recording #49: lets wait for the future

recording #50: thank you

end of academic year

[tcwmatchmakingau]

Commander Mayday illustration by @nika6q

A Match for Mayday: Chapter 3

Editor's note: This fic is a collaboration between @nika6q (artwork) and @dystopicjumpsuit (story)

Pairing: Mayday x Flower Farmer Reader 

Rating: M (18+ Minors DNI)

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings and tags: fluff; mild angst; sensuality; smut; fingering; it is not actually impossible for DJ to write a SFW story, but it does cause hives

A/N: dedicated to @nika6q ❤️‍🩹

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

“Gorgeous,” Sunni declares with a flourish as she steers you toward her mirror.

“I’m not sure why you’re going to this much effort on me when you’re supposed to be the center of attention,” you point out as you turn obediently.

“Because you deserve a little pampering, and you never have an excuse to get dressed up on Nakadia,” Sunni replies. “What do you think?”

You examine your reflection, taking in the artfully arranged hair, the perfect makeup, and the dress that displays a tasteful amount of skin while concealing all the things you prefer to keep to yourself.

“You’re a magician,” you reply frankly. “I can’t remember the last time I took so long to get ready.”

One of the bridesmaids, Tarsi, flops down on the bed and takes a sip of sparkling wine as she declares, “Nothing wrong with a little self-indulgence every now and then. Everything in moderation, including moderation, am I right, ladies?”

The other two bridesmaids chorus their agreement from the adjoining room, and you smile. Unsurprisingly, Sunni has a delightful group of friends, and they’ve made the week leading up to the wedding far more fun and  relaxed than you expected. Tarsi does have a bad habit of trying to talk you into signing up for RTL, though; she’s so proud of her success with Hexx and Sunni that she’s determined to find a match for every one of her friends.

“You’re beautiful, kind, successful, and you live on the most idyllic planet in the galaxy,” she declares. “Troopers will be lining up around the block to meet you. How do you feel about children?”

“I’ll pass,” you say firmly.

“On the children or the troopers?”

“Both,” you reply.

Tarsi pouts but lets it go. Meanwhile, the other two bridesmaids, Brax and Mione, burst into the room carrying a round of raava shots.

“Pregame!” Brax announces. “Everybody grab a shot.”

“Oh, no!” you laugh. “I’m the designated drunk-herder tonight. It is my responsibility to make sure you all make it onto the charter shuttle to Nakadia at the end of the night so this wedding can actually happen. I need to keep a clear head.”

“One shot isn’t going to do anything,” Sunni declares. “As bride, I hereby absolve you of all responsibility if I’m late to my own wedding. Now take the shot.”

You roll your eyes in good-humored exasperation, and you all toss back the raava, reactions ranging from Tarsi’s delicate cringe to Brax’s exaggerated sputter.

“Well, that was awful,” Sunni coughs. “Shall we get this party started?”

The group makes its way through several bars and dance clubs in Coruscant’s mid-levels, each successively louder and more crowded, before heading to a place that is apparently well-known to Sunni and her friends. As the five of you pile out of the air-taxi onto the landing platform, a gigantic sign reading 79’s bathes you all in a neon haze. There are an unusually high number of clones milling about outside the club, but Sunni and the others head straight for the entrance, throwing open the doors dramatically.

“Gentlemen, I have arrived!” Sunni announces with a confident swagger born partly of inebriation and partly of her own innate love of a spectacular entrance.

From inside the club, a cacophony of male voices lets out a deafening cheer interspersed with a few whistles and catcalls. Not for the first time of the night, you wish that you were getting as lit up as the rest of the group, because from the sound of things, you are about to head into exactly the kind of crowded, chaotic environment that seems perfectly designed to trigger your panic response. Right about now, you would kill for some liquid courage, but none is forthcoming, so you square your shoulders and walk into the club.

It’s crowded, smoky, and dark, and the music is loud enough to buzz across your skin and throb in your chest. It is also packed with clones, all of whom look absolutely delighted to see your group.

“What is this place?” you call to Tarsi over the roar of the crowd.

“Clone bar!” she yells back. “Isn’t it great?”

“Great,” you parrot back with false enthusiasm.

Unsurprisingly, the bartender has already poured a round of shots for your group by the time you reach the bar, courtesy of some unknown patron. You know you shouldn’t drink yours, but it’s been hours since you had the raava shot, and you have a feeling you’re going to need it if you’re going to make it out of 79’s without going ballistic, so you toss it back quickly. Within seconds, all five of you are pulled onto the dancefloor, and at least two clones begin to grind on each of you. There are so many people, and your heart starts to race as the crowd presses against you. The lights flash disorientingly. It’s hot and sweaty and loud, and your cheeks are starting to cramp from the overly bright smile you’re trying to keep in place. 

You look over to Sunni and are surprised to see her dancing with Hexx. Veetch is plastered against Tarsi, along with a clone you don’t recognize. You can’t see Brax or Mione, because there are three farking clones grinding their dicks against you, and if you have to put up with this for another minute you are going to kriffing lose your shit!

Abruptly, a hand closes around your wrist and pulls you gently but firmly away from the sausage fest. A little space opens up around you, and you finally feel like you can breathe again. You turn to thank your rescuer, and your heart gives a hard, involuntary lurch when you recognize Mayday’s long, dark curls. He asks a question that you can’t hear over the music. You shake your head and point to your ears. He nods in understanding, and his eyes are so damned kind that you want to weep with relief.

Another strange clone starts to move toward you, but Mayday fixes him with a stare that has him putting up his hands and backing away. You don’t want to leave the dancefloor and abandon Sunni and the others, but you’re not sure how you’re going to be able to stay, either. Mayday moves closer and rests his hands on your hips. You glance up at him, startled. He gives you a reassuring smile and starts to move your body to the rhythm of the music.

“I thought you didn’t dance!” you try to say over the music, but he shakes his head to indicate he can’t hear you, either. 

Instead, he pulls you closer to himself and oh, Maker. He does dance. He’s a really kriffing good dancer. He moves with a sinuous grace that has your mind racing with the possibilities of what else he can do with moves like that. And while his hands stay well within respectful boundaries, they leave a trail of blazing heat as they move across your body. 

You war with yourself. Mayday has you dizzy and off-balance. One moment he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the galaxy, and the next he’s telling you not to touch him. But now he’s caressing your waist and hips like he never wants to stop, and he’s shielding you with his body, and he’s keeping you safe in the midst of the crowd. It’s a heady experience, to be at the center of that intense focus. Eventually, you stop thinking and simply let go and exist in the moment.

You lose track of time, of place, of people—it all fades into the background, and all you can see is Mayday. The way he touches you, moves you, guides you through the dance. He turns you so your back is to him, and you lean against his strong body, your hips swaying against his. You raise one hand over your shoulder to tangle in his hair, and you feel the heat of his breath against your wrist. His fingers trail over your arm, lighting up the nerves and sending tingles racing through you. And then his mouth descends onto your bare shoulder, his beard teasing your sensitive skin as he works his way up the side of your neck. Your knees nearly buckle at the sensation, but somehow you hold onto both your balance and your dignity.

You are shocked when the bartender announces the last call. How has the time passed so quickly? You’ve been so wrapped up in Mayday that you didn’t even notice as the crowd began to thin, and now it is time to round up the rest of the wedding party and head to the spaceport, where the luxurious private shuttle Sunni has chartered awaited your arrival. You and Mayday are the only reasonably sober members of the group, and so you coordinate with him to hustle everyone into two air taxis.

It’s a loud and raucous trip to the spaceport, but eventually, you bundle Sunni and the others onto the shuttle and perform one last headcount before Mayday signals the pilot to depart. It takes a significant amount of time and effort, but eventually, everyone aboard makes it to their assigned quarters, and you retreat to the shuttle’s opulent lounge to decompress and have a well-deserved drink. 

You stop short when you enter the room and find Mayday already inside. You flirt with the idea of fleeing, of going straight to your quarters and trying to get some sleep on the long jump to Nakadia, but it’s too late. He’s already spotted you, and you can’t avoid him without being openly rude. 

“I’d forgotten how exhausting it is to wrangle drunk people,” you say as you enter the room. 

“Mmm,” Mayday agrees with a rumble. “Makes fighting the war look easy.”

“No, it doesn’t,” you reply.

He smiles. “You’re right. Want a glass?”

“I think we’ve earned it,” you reply, settling into an armchair as he pours two tumblers of liquor out of a mysterious decanter.

The tawny liquid catches the light as he hands you a glass, reminding you of his eyes. You sniff it curiously and are greeted with a sweet, smoky aroma.

“I knew you were a whiskey man,” you say as you clink your glass quietly against his and take a sip. 

“I don’t usually turn down a free drink,” Mayday replies. “That doesn’t mean I don’t know the good stuff when I see it.”

You regard him steadily before you ask, “Is that so?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks, his eyes guarded.

“I can’t figure you out, Mayday,” you say. 

At least he doesn’t insult you by pretending to misunderstand. He watches you for a moment, and when you don’t flinch under his scrutiny, he takes another drink of his whiskey.

“I told you I don’t play games,” he says.

“You could have fooled me,” you retort.

“You’re with someone else,” he says in a low voice. He sets his jaw firmly, but his eyes flicker over your body, and for an instant, you see a flash of naked hunger in them. “I’m not going to chase after someone who’s unavailable.”

What the kark? Your eyebrows snap together. “Is that why you couldn’t keep your hands off me tonight? Why every time we’re in the same room, you look at me like—like that?”

“Why the kriff do you think I was avoiding you?” he growls. “When I’m with you, I can’t think straight. I am trying to respect your relationship, but fuck, you drive me wild.”

You let out a short, angry laugh and drain your glass. “You think I would dance with you like that when I was with someone else? I didn’t realize you had such a poor opinion of me.”

“You said you were taken. You—” he pauses as though the words choke him with their bitterness. “You planned your wedding.”

“That was hypothetical!” You set your glass down with a snap as you rise abruptly. “I’m going to bed. Alone. Like I do every night. Which you should have realized when you spent a week in my house.”

“We’re not finished,” Mayday says, rising to block your exit.

“There’s nothing else to say,” you snap.

“What the kark did you expect me to do?” he demands. “I met the girl of my dreams, and two seconds later she told me she wasn’t interested.”

“I said I wasn’t interested in RTL!” you exclaim. “A matchmaker sounds like my worst nightmare. Although at least it would have prevented this level of absolute banthashit.” 

“Then—” he begins.

“For kark’s sake, how much clearer can I possibly be?” you cut him off. “Do I need to hang up a neon sign that says OPEN FOR BUSINESS? Do you want me to send you a handwritten letter? ‘Dear Mayday, please tear off all my clothes and have your way with me on the nearest available surf—mmph!’”

Mayday’s mouth cuts off your tirade. His lips crash against yours, his tongue sweeps into your mouth, his hands pull you close against him. He tastes like whiskey, and he smells like woodsmoke and spices, overwhelming your senses. You clutch his shoulders for balance, and then immediately slide your hands up his neck to twine your fingers through his hair. You tug on it gently, and he groans into your mouth in response. His arms tighten around you, pinning you to him as he grips your ass and grinds his hips against you. You let out a strangled moan as you feel the hardness of his cock press against your abdomen.

“This karking dress,” he rasps, breaking away from your kiss for a moment as his fingers find your hemline and snake up the inside of your bare thigh. “Did you wear it just to torture me?”

You open your mouth to respond, but he preempts your response with another breathtaking kiss. He slips past the lace of your panties—thank the Force I wore pretty ones—and glides his fingertips over your heated skin. His hands are as clever and talented as you knew they would be, and a fresh wave of irritation hits you. You tug his hair lightly as you pull away from his kiss.

“I’m still mad at you!” you exclaim. “We could have been doing this for weeks, oooh—”

He slides one of those thick, skilled fingers into you as he drops his mouth to your throat.

“I’m planning on doing it a lot longer than that, mesh’la.”

[sunshinesdaydream]

Don't Go Breaking My Heart Part 4

Pairing: Rex x Female Reader AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU Rating: SFW Summary: The First Date turns into a small adventure due to the Domino Troublemakers. Content Warnings: Anxiety and symptoms of (based on author's personal experience) also other various "neurospicy" situations. Word Count: 3412

Link to Playlist I use for this AU

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4

You walked down the half a block to the café you knew well. You had listed it as a potential meeting place because it was familiar and hoped it would ease your anxiety. You knew the owner, Ria, as the shops and restaurants in the immediate area talked to one another frequently. To trade information, products, referrals, contacts, and set up area events. You had in fact become a quite close knit community. Ria in particular had been one of the ones pushing hard for you to go to Right To Love. Her daughter, who was taking business classes in attempt to be better able to take over the family business when it was time, had gone to RTL. You had heard them talk a lot about how she had not only gained a loving partner but a new best friend through him. The next neighborhood gathering he was supposedly attending along with her new bestie and his partner. A few steps away, you wondered if he had listed Café Nova Lily in particular, or just any café. Still your stomach was in knots and you were spinning your ring as you walked to the door. You could see through the glass that the hostess also was a familiar face. Clio, the owners' daughter, was well known in the area and very kind, very extroverted. And rarely, if ever worked that night. You walked in the door and she squealed “I KNEW IT!” You froze, unable to respond. But, Clio was used to you by now and took up the slack. “Come on!” She said, taking your hand. She was going on about something but you lost track as she led you to the far corner booth of the café, where you could see him sitting. He was strikingly handsome. All of them were, of course, but for some reason he seemed different. But then you also theoretically was expecting a lot from this meeting, considering the idea behind it. Whatever Clio was saying you couldn't focus on her words because you were trying to keep composed as she pulled you through the tables, your heart pounding. Feeling like you were in freefall. “Here you go!” Clio exclaimed. He looked hesitant, but the look he shot Clio was a mix of annoyance and exhaustion as she backed away grinning. He had stood at your approach, taking your hand and lightly squeezing it, “An honor to meet you,” he said, quietly. Your mind went immediately back to the packets. 'Stiff formality can be common, especially with officers and those who dealt with high ranking officials on a regular basis,' “And you,” you answer, trying for a small smile. He waited for you to sit before he did, then he sighed. “Sorry about Clio, she usually doesn't work tonight,” he said. “I know,” you begin, but shake your head, “You know Clio?” He nodded, “She's dating one of my brothers,” You were both awkwardly quiet for a few moments. You spun your ring under the table. You both kept looking at each other only for your gazes to skip away. Almost speaking, but deciding not to. 'You have more in common than I thought!' You remembered Isa had said. Then it occurred to you so suddenly you gasped and looked up at him exclaiming, “Oh!” “What?” he asked, his forehead wrinkling in confusion. “Isa said we had a lot in common....” you looked around, then stood moving to his

side. “May I sit here?” you asked. “Of...of course, if you like,” Rex looked startled as well as confused. You slide into the booth next to him. Taking a deep breath you continue, hoping your guess isn't wrong, “I’m sorry if I’m wrong. I’m just guessing we might struggle with some of the same things. Eye contact is hard, I thought this might be easier,” Rex noticeably relaxed, becoming less stiff. “Yes, yes it is. Very clever, thank you,” he answered, glancing over in time to catch your shy smile. But was distracted by you spinning your ring on your thumb on the seat next to him. “Um, sorry,” you stop and hold still. “Nothing to be sorry for,” you noted more confidence in his tone. “What is it?” You hold your hand up in the light over the table, “It's a ring, but it's designed so the outer part spins over the inner. I...I spin it when I'm anxious or...” you shrug slightly. Rex nodded, “there is a ridge in my gloves I use similarly, when I’m in uniform,” he made a small gesture towards your hand, “may I?” “Sure,” you answered, shifting your hand slightly closer to him. He gently spun your ring and you were immediately self conscious of the bright colored stains on your hands. Before you could pull your hand back and make excuses he interwove his fingers in yours, “this okay?” He asked, quietly. The feeling of free fall eased. You nodded and stammered out a “yes,” as his thumb grazed over a blue stain on your thumb next to your ring. “I'm, I, decorate cakes,” you managed. He smiled, “I know, I saw some of them. They are beautiful,” “Thank you,” you respond, heat rising to your face. If he was that much like you, he had probably researched as much as you had. Probably had seen your gallery on the bakery’s holosite. Probably also realizing that you had done the same. In return he squeezed your hand gently once more, then suddenly pulled both of your hands under the table. Rex looked towards the kitchen. Just in time to see Clio returning with a tray of food. “Clio,” Rex said, a note of exasperation in his tone, “we haven’t even ordered yet,” She looked at both of them,”were one of you going to order something different than you always do?” “No,” you answer. “Maybe,” you heard a bit of a challenge in Rex’s voice, it made you smile. “Really?” Clio asked, looking at him skeptically. He sighed and said ”No,” Clio smiled brightly, “good! By the way mom says it’s on the house, Enjoy!” And she walked slowly away, looking over her shoulder at them. “It’s no wonder she and Echo are a good pair,” Rex grumbled. You giggled almost unwillingly. “Clio’s mom thinks he’s the absolute best. She won't stop talking about him,” you tell him, “almost as bad as Clio herself. Well between talking about him and her new best friend. Haven’t met either of them yet though,” Rex’s grin was a bit lopsided as he told her, “he and Fives are about the best, and the worst. Picked them up like a couple of abandoned tooka kits and since then

they have been both brilliant soldiers and twin headaches,” Smiling you noted, “you’re very proud of them,” He nods, but is distracted immediately. “Is your com turned on?” He asked. “No, I was avoiding some people. They mean well but would have made me more anxious,” you answered. Rex’s attention was on Clio, behind the counter. She was talking quickly on her com and kept looking their direction. He leaned towards her, “why do I get the feeling Fives has her doing the dirty work?” He asked, quietly. “What do you mean?” You ask. “Echo sliced Five’s com to listen in on his first date,” Rex explained, “I made sure mine was off so he couldn’t do it to mine. That’s why I asked. If yours was on…” “And it isn’t, so it leaves just the old fashioned way,” you respond. “So we have an audience,” Rex nodded. You both continued to eat for a few minutes, but you noticed the cafe was filling up quickly with locals. Each of them you knew and they kept glancing at the two of you. “I think word got out,” you tell him. “Mm hmm,” he hummed, but squeezed your hand reassuringly. A few more minutes pass, both of you anxious, but in a comfortable silence with each other. He still held your hand, occasionally spinning the ring. The bell on the door jingled, as two more people entered the cafe. Rex tensed up next to you, and you looked up to see two men being greeted by Clio. Obviously by their interactions there was no mistaking who they were. “osik” he hissed under his breath. “How well do they know the neighborhood?” you ask, pretending to focus on the remains of your meal. “Not well, just here and Clio's apartment,” Rex answered. “They probably won't know the set up of my building,” you mutter. “Do you want to go somewhere else? Without everyone staring at us?” “Yes,” Rex answered, “But they will follow us,” “I figured,” you answered. “But I know something they don't. Wait until Clio goes to the back and then we'll leave. If they don't get a chance to talk to her, we might get an extra few minutes.” Rex watched as Clio put the two at a table with a perfect view of the booth. Then, after talking a bit, she drifted to the kitchen. You slid out of the booth the second the door swung closed, Rex following you. You get out to the sidewalk, heading towards your apartment. The sidewalks crowded this time of evening. “They following?” You ask as you move as normally as possible through the crowds. Trying to give the appearance that you aren’t trying to escape the audience. “Yes,” “My building requires a scan to get in, I mean...most do,” you try to explain. A squeeze to your hand,”It does to get into the barracks as well,”

“It has two entrances, one on this side for access to the shopping district,” you continue, “The other faces the transport lanes and the hover trolley stop. But you would have to either go over the building, through another, or circle the block,” You purposely leave out the part where they might assume that you had gone back to your place. “And they won't know this unless Clio tells them,” Rex grinned. “Clever, you did get us a couple of minutes,” He let you lead the way into your building and up the floor to get to the transport level. Once outside he took a quick look around himself and then quickly walked towards a small dark alleyway that led to a service room for another building. He timed it as a trolley was about to pull out from the stop directly by the building. If they didn't assume that they had gone to her apartment, they may guess that they had taken the trolley to another location. He waited in the alley, listening if they showed up on this side of the building. “I meant to leave some credits for dinner, even if she did say...” he said, his tone worried. You smile, “I'm going to make Ria's favorite cake and give it to her, that will make up for it. She keeps trying to do that,” “Then I owe you,” he said, his tone teasing. “Buy me a drink?” you offer. “Good idea, Meshla,” he said, happily before kissing your temple, then freezing. “I...I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking.. I should have..” Shaking the slight daze it had caused you, you squeeze his hand tightly. You hope reassuringly. “No, don't be. It's good, great actually. You were saying?”

“Um, I know somewhere to go,” he said, “Would you be okay going down two levels?” You nod, “lead the way,” Looking far less unsure, he looked back out in the transport zone. Rex quickly pulled back. Holding his other hand up for you to be silent. Checking again after a few moments, he led you out onto the main area. “They got on the trolley, heading away from where we are going. They found another way through,” Using the crossing that went under the traffic, they crossed to the other side to the access to the lower levels. “You going to be okay walking?” He asked. “I’ll be just fine,” you answer. “Where are we going?” “A place I found when we first started helping Fox clean up the undercity,” Rex said, “Do you like music?” “Yes,” you answered, but concerned he might mean in the context of dancing. Before you could ask, he moved both of you to a side street. “They don’t think they are close, or they would have been quiet,” he explained. “Already?” You asked. “My boys are good,” he grinned. “But right now I wish they’d head back. But it’s good they think we are further ahead, they’ll pass ahead of us and we’ll be out of their way when they double back,” “They are very persistent,” you comment. “They worry,” he shrugged. “If they could they would have sat at the table,” You remember something from an article you had read that a successful match frequently wasn’t just a partner, but an extended family as well. “I’m trying to figure out how Clio knew it was going to be me that showed up. I’ve not talked to anyone but Keeva, she's my friend that owns the bakery with me. But she was too busy to ask anyways, the holonet site crashed because it got flooded and she needed a hand because the shop got busy,” you told him. Rex muttered something under his breath, then “Why I sent him for the extra training I’ll never know,” Glancing over and seeing your puzzled look, he gave your hand another squeeze and said, “In the last few months of the war Echo asked to get trained in slicing. He’s been a menace ever since. I’m sorry,” “Why?” You asked. “Your site crashing would be his fault, he would have told Fives. He can't keep his mouth shut, the entire battalion probably knows. Most of them probably looked you up at the same time,” He explained. “Hardly your fault your brother sliced your data pad and found what you were looking up,” you shrug. “I..” he tended up, half pausing a minute. You squeeze his hand to reassure him, “Hey, it’s okay. I looked you up too. Besides, you already told me.” Rex took a deep breath and then nodded, still leading them on a winding walk to get to their destination. “Your work really is beautiful, is it just cakes or?” He asked. As you walk you tell him about all the different things you have created. “Would you show me sometime?” He asked.

“Of course,” you answered. “We’re almost there,” Rex smiled at you. Two more corners and he was leading you into a small dark club, you could hear the music playing from outside. It was busy, the music carried and filled the room but didn’t feel overly loud. It came from a live band on stage. Rex scanned the room for an open table, finding none. you see another clone waving at both of you beckoning you over at the same time Rex does. This one had very long hair, However he seems far more relaxed than when the other two showed up. He leads you over to the table, squeezing your hand he says, “This is Tup, Tup, this is,” Tup was already half standing, leaning over the table, offering his hand to shake, “Oh I know. Vod, the whole battalion knows,” “I figured,” Rex shrugged, as you let go of his hand slowly to shake Tup's. Tup introduced you to his partner and gestured that you two could share the booth with them. Rex gently put his arm around your shoulders. “This okay?” he murmured in your ear and you nod as a server comes over and takes drink orders. Just as they leave the band starts again. You begin to understand why Rex was more okay with Tup in this situation. He and his partner both shared space with them without forced conversation. Just the occasional comment or question during breaks in the music. Mostly favorite music, songs, bands, and singers. When the music had started, Rex lit up. He clearly loved it. In between songs you ask, over the noise, close to his ear, “Do you play?” “No,” he answered, close to yours as the next song began “I would like to learn,” You wondered if he liked to sing, but lost track of that before the end of the song. You realize your anxiety had melted away. Replaced by the much more pleasant buzz of excitement, but in a peaceful way you hadn't experienced before. His solid warmth next to you and the weight of his arm across your shoulders grounded you. Another song break and he asked,”Do you know how to dance?” When you shake your head he adds, “Neither do I. Would you like to go and learn together sometime?” Feeling secure, you don't mask your enthusiasm, ”I would love to,” with a bright smile. His answering smile was just as enthusiastic. Eventually Tup and his partner said their goodbyes, with Rex promising to pass their com frequencies to her when they turned theirs back on. “Did you want to go now too?” he asked as they left. “Could we stay a bit longer, please?” You ask, feeling comfortable and happy. “Of course, cyar'ika” he said. You stayed until the music ended, continuing the little snips of conversation between songs. Then he wove his fingers through yours again and walked you back to your building somewhat slowly, deep in conversation. “I was going to the concert in Temple Square tomorrow afternoon,” You tell him as you approach your building. “If you would like to go with, that is if you aren't busy or...” “I would love to go with you, and no I'm not busy tomorrow,” Rex answered, stopping in front of your building. He turned towards you, “I really enjoyed tonight” the hesitation in his tone back

from much earlier in the evening. You squeeze his hand, trying to reassure him and yourself, as you answer “I did too,” Rex hesitated again, looking down at your joined hands. You had held on to each other in some way all night. Even when he had his arm around you, you had leaned into him. “May I kiss you,” he asked, looking back up. “Please,” you utter, before you even think.

His lips were soft and warm as he molded them to yours. He smelt of a spice rich aftershave and night air. You released his hand to hold onto his broad shoulders and pull him closer, leaning into him. As he wrapped his arms around you, he teased your bottom lip with a bit of that mischief you had picked up on before.

The excitement you had been feeling intensified, without the anxiety, feeling secure and grounded while still flying. After what seemed like both a long time and not nearly long enough he pulled back slightly. “Tell the boys I want a copy of that holo,” you giggle breathlessly as his forehead pressed to yours. “Hmm?” He hummed. “Behind you, to your left,” you say. He smirks, and you get the feeling you are getting to see a bit more of his personality. Rex pulls his com out, turning it on. Rex selected a frequency and put it on speaker. “Ori’vod!” You hear the answer. “How’s it going?” “Someone wants to talk to you,” he grins and nods encouragingly. “Hello boys, I’d love to have a copy of that Holo,” you say as Rex’s grin widens. You smile back as there was stammering on the other end of the line. “You heard the lady,” he added.

“It'll be in your messages before you get to your apartment,” was the first answer.

“Echo,” the other voice hissed.

“And I will see the two of you for three sparring matches each the day after tomorrow,” Rex added.

“Really sorry Rex!” They both chorused and then continued a barrage of apologies, Rex shut off the call.

“Sorry about them,” He said.

“Oh, I don't know. We left the cafe because of everyone watching us, but got to hear some good music,” you point out, “And I'll have a nice holo.”

“Our first kiss?” he asked, that hesitation back.

You fight back the self doubt, the fear of saying something wrong, and answer,”The first of many, I hope,”

His smile is bright as he says, “Speaking of, can I have one more before I leave?”

“Yes,” you smile back at him.

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[tobbpenztazembereknek]

Ma nosztalgikus hangulatban ébredtem, és eszembe jutott, hogy amikor 2004 magasságában Medgyessy Péter miniszterelnöki minőségében azt találta mondani, és nem titkos felvételen, nem sunyiban, nem otthon, a négy fal között, hanem bele a kamerába, hogy az SZDSZ tele van korrupciós ügyekkel, akkor valami miatt a demokratikus és tényfeltáró sajtó nemhogy hónapokig nem arról faggatta Medgyessy Pétert, a komplett MSZP-t, és valamennyi létező SZDSZ-est, reggel, éjjel és este, hogy mik azok a korrupciós ügyek úgy mégis, tessék mán mondani, amikről a miniszterelnök úr beszél, tényfeltárásilag, demokratikusan, hanem a korrupciós ügyekről való gigantikus kussolás közepette szép sunyiban besegítettek Gyurcsány Ferinek megbuktatni Medgyessy Péter miniszterelnököt. Ámde, most, hogy Varga Judit mondott valamit egy titokban és igen fura körülmények között rögzített felvételen, arról immár harmadik hónapja permanensen teszik fel a kábé tízezredik kérdést a független és tényfeltáró kis Simorok, 444-es gyíklények, RTL-es és egyéb médiapszichopaták és minden minden mikrofont a kezében tartó droid mindennek és mindenkinek, aki éppen szembe jön vagy éppen az ellenkező irányba megy. De meglehet, ha egy erre hivatott Szakértő összeszámolná egy erre hivatott tényfeltárás keretében, hányszor hangzott el eddig a kérdés Varga Judit titkos hangfelvételéről, akkor az valahol 600 ezer és 4 millió között lenne.

[louisupdates]

FITFWT23: TOUR RECAP MASTERPOST

FASHION RECAP: NORTH AMERICA, EUROPE (Top Ten)

LITHOGRAPHS and PORTRAITS

OUTRO SONGS

IQ 123: Tour promo and production interviews

TOUR TECHNICAL SPECS [TPI MAGAZINE]

GROUP PHOTOS NA

Louis’ care for his fans

NORTH AMERICA

26 May - Mohegan Sun Arena, UNCASVILLE, CT

27 May - Bank of New Hampshire Pavilion, GILFORD, NH

29 May - Place Bell, LAVAL QC

30 May - Budweiser Stage, TORONTO ON

1 Jun - Blossom Music Center, CUYAHOGA FALLS, OH

2 Jun - Michigan Lottery Amphitheater, STERLING HEIGHTS, MI

FITFWT23: WEEK 1

3 Jun - The Icon Festival Stage, CINCINNATI, OH

6 Jun - Kemba Live! Outdoor, COLUMBUS, OH

7 Jun - TCU Amphitheater at White River State Park, INDIANAPOLIS, IN

9 Jun - Saint Louis Music Park, ST. LOUIS, MO

PORTRAITS, 1st set [10.6.2023]

IG stories and selfies [10.6.2023]

10 Jun - Starlight Theatre, KANSAS CITY, MO

13 Jun - BMO Pavilion, MILWAUKEE, WI

15 Jun - Huntington Bank Pavilion, CHICAGO, IL

16 Jun - The Armory, MINNEAPOLIS, MN

17 Jun - Harrah’s Stir Cove, COUNCIL BLUFFS, IA

19 Jun - Denny Sanford Premiere Center, SIOUX FALLS, SD

21 Jun - Red Rocks Amphitheatre, MORRISON, CO: CANCELLED 😪

24 Jun - Wamu Theater, SEATTLE, WA

26 Jun - Doug Mitchell Thunderbird Sports Center, VANCOUVER BC

27 Jun - McMenamins Edgefield Concerts, TROUTDALE, OR

29 Jun - The Greek Theatre, BERKELEY, CA

PORTRAITS, 2nd set [29.6.2023]

PORTRAITS posted 30.6 [x]

30 Jun - Louis Instagram recap

30 Jun - The Hollywood Bowl, LOS ANGELES, CA

1 Jul - The Chelsea at the Cosmopolitan, LAS VEGAS, NV

3 Jul - Arizona Financial Theatre, PHOENIX, AZ

6 Jul - The Pavilion at Toyota Music Factory, IRVING, TX

7 Jul - Moody Amphitheater at Waterloo Park, AUSTIN, TX

8 Jul - The Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion, THE WOODLANDS, TX

PORTRAITS, 3rd set [9.7.2023]

9 Jul: Louis Instagram recap

10 Jul RTL Radio Interviews

11 Jul - St. Augustine Amphitheatre, ST. AUGUSTINE, FL

13 Jul - Hard Rock Live at Seminole Hard Rock Hollywood, HOLLYWOOD, FL

14 Jul - Yuengling Center, TAMPA, FL

15 Jul - Cadence Bank Amphitheatre at Chastain Park, ATLANTA, GA

18 Jul - Ascend Amphitheater, NASHVILLE, TN

19 Jul - Charlotte Metro Credit Union Amphitheatre, CHARLOTTE, NC

21 Jul - Red Hat Amphitheater, RALEIGH, NC

22 Jul - Merriweather Post Pavilion, COLUMBIA, MD

PORTRAITS, 4th set [23.7.2023]

24 Jul - MGM Music Hall at Fenway, BOSTON1, MA

25 Jul - MGM Music Hall at Fenway, BOSTON2, MA

27 Jul - TD Pavilion at the Mann, PHILADELPHIA, PA

28 Jul - Stone Pony Summer Stage, ASBURY PARK, NJ

29 Jul - Forrest Hills Stadium, NEW YORK, NY

PORTRAITS, 5th set [31.7.2023]

North America FAN EDIT

AUGUST 2023 GAP 1 recap

AWAY FROM HOME FESTIVAL

19 Aug - Parco Bussoladomani, LIDO DI CAMAIORE, Italy

AUGUST 2023 GAP 2 recap (including the 28 launch)

EUROPE

29 Aug - Barclays Arena, HAMBURG

31 Aug - Royal Arena, COPENHAGEN

1 Sep - Spektrum, OSLO [Bigger Than Me anniversary content]

PORTRAITS, 6th set [2.9.2023]

2 Sep - Hovet, STOCKHOLM

4 Sep - Ice Hall, HELSINKI

DORK MAGAZINE PHOTOS 2022 w/ links

5 Sep - Saku Arena, TALLINN

7 Sep - Arena Riga, RIGA

PORTRAITS, 7th set [8.9.2023]

8 Sep - Zalgiris Arena, KAUNAS

10 Sep - Tauron Arena, KRAKOW

11 Sep - Atlas Arena, ŁÓDŹ

13 Sep - Wiener Stadhalle D, VIENNA

14 Sep - Stozice Arena, LJUBLJANA

15 Sep - Budapest Arena, BUDAPEST

PORTRAITS, 8th set [16.9.2023]

17 Sep - Arenele Romane, BUCHAREST

18 Sep - Arena Armeets, SOFIA

20 Sep - Plateia Nerou, ATHENS w/ links to AOTV announcements

SEPTEMBER 2023 GAP recap

1 Oct - Bilbao Arena Miribilla, BILBAO (VIZCAYA)

3 Oct - Altice Arena, LISBON

5 Oct - Wizink Center, MADRID

6 Oct - Palau Sant Jordi, BARCELONA

PORTRAITS, 9th set [7.10]

8 Oct - Pala Alpitur, TURIN

9 Oct - Unipol Arena, BOLOGNA

11 Oct - Rockhal, ESCH-SUR-ALZETTE

12 Oct - Sportspaleis, ANTWERP

14 Oct - Accor Arena, PARIS

15 Oct - Ziggo Dome, AMSTERDAM

17 Oct - Lanxess Arena, COLOGNE

19 Oct - O2 Arena, PRAGUE

20 Oct - Mercedes Benz Arena, BERLIN

PORTRAITS, 10th set [21.10]

22 Oct - Olympiahalle, MUNICH

23 Oct - Hallenstadion, ZURICH

FITFWT23: LATAM promo begins [28.10]

Twitter spree: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 Hall Of Fame, [31.10]

IGTV [1.11]: transcript, gifs [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

8 Nov - 3Arena, DUBLIN

10 Nov - Utilita Arena, SHEFFIELD

11 Nov - AO Arena, MANCHESTER

12 Nov - Ovo Hydro, GLASGOW

14 Nov - Brighton Center, BRIGHTON

15 Nov - International Arena, CARDIFF

17 Nov - The O2, LONDON

18 Nov - Resorts World Arena, BIRMINGHAM

FITFWT23 has come to an end!

ROLLING STONE UK 2023 AWARDS

23 Nov - Camden Roundhouse, LONDON

[missringsy]

Unter Uns Vorschaubilder (19.04. - 25.04.): 1) Easy und Ringo verabschieden sich von dem Gedanken, dass Fynn bei ihnen bleibt.

2) Tobias und Vivien realisieren, dass sie die gleichen Absichten verfolgen.

3) + 4) Ringo und Easy müssen hinnehmen, dass Fynn gegenüber Marion dicht macht.

5) + 6) Ringo muss befürchten, mit seinem Plan Fynn völlig vergrault zu haben.

7) Ringo ist verunsichert, wie er sich der traurigen Marion gegenüber verhalten soll. RTL+/Stefan Behrens

[oathbreakerapologist]

Sortie Conlang Exploration 1: Oh God We're Really in It Now

EDIT THIS IS INCORRECT LMAO

There's really nothing to justify this project other than my sheer desire to peel back every layer I can find in this goddamn comic until I've burned it into my brain permanently. What's this project? There's a conlang in Sortie (et al) and I'm gonna try to figure it out the long way.

The first appearance of this script in SADS/Sortie is at the end of SADS #5.

Based on placement and context, I think this is a transliteration of "thank you for reading" (written right-to-left) because the letters line up where I'd expect them to be (e.g., see the repeated glyphs at the end of the third word from the right and the start of the fourth word from the right—that'd be the "R" in "for" and "reading", and see the repeated glyphs in the second position of both of the middle two words, that's the "O" in "you" and "for"). I'm going to use this as a key. This is a big assumption that I'm accepting for now because it's the best way I have to start, but I recognize that the rest of this project fails if I'm either (1) wrong about the meaning of this inscription or (2) wrong that the letters that show up in Sortie correspond to their usage here or (3) wrong about both. So with that liability in mind, I proceed.

The first part of this process is to collect all uses of the conlang in Sortie (#1–#3, for now) and figure out which of the letters that appear there are ones we now speculatively know (based on the key), and which ones we don't.

I went through and filled in blanks for all the ones I knew based on the key phrase—those are the ones in green next to each inscription. Then I went through the ones I didn't know from the key phrase and recorded them in the unknown box. I ended up with eleven unknown glyphs, which is not a terrible number (actually much lower than I expected, but more on that later). I might even have less than that, because some of them are quite possibly just slightly different forms of ones I have already seen; I was deliberately quite liberal about classifying things as unknown, as I'd rather artificially inflate my number of unknowns than misclassify something if I wasn't absolutely sure it was an instance of a certain letter. I numbered those unknowns and filled in the blanks with those numbers in yellow. If/when I reference a word like "H(1)(2)RD" (from Sortie #1 p. 121, and of course written RTL there—I flip words to LTR for my convenience when writing about them), read that as H-(mystery letter 1)-(mystery letter 2)-R-D.

Then I marked all the letters that appeared in the key phrase but not in sortie in orange in the known letters box. This is a surprisingly high number of letters; of the 14 unique letters in the key phrase, only 7 appear in the several bits of text taken from Sortie. The 7 letters omitted include all the vowels, except (infuriatingly) "O," which appears exactly once in Sortie #3 text. Jumping the gun a bit, but for reasons I'm about to get into, I suspect that the glyph I took to be "O" has actually been repurposed for something else, because I don't actually expect the letter "O" to appear in the text.

And that's because I think this conlang is an abjad, a writing system in which only the consonants are represented, leaving the reader to infer the vowel sounds. That explains the omission of vowels. And, for the record, I am fairly confident that the vowels are actually omitted, for a couple reasons.

Firstly (and most speculatively), our bank of letters from the SADS inscription gives us 6 consonants. Then we have at maximum 11 mystery letters, so at maximum 17 letters. Even if we're making use of an extremely limited vowel inventory (say, 4 vowels), that leaves us with at maximum 13 consonants. That's a much more limited consonant inventory than we'd expect, even if we assume there are a few uncommon letters that don't appear often enough to show up in the text taken from Sortie. Most European languages are in the mid-20s, so ~17 letters is quite short (there's several Pacific languages with letter counts in the teens, so it's not impossible, but it's unusual, especially considering the obvious Phoenician influence to the language). But ~17 is a perfectly reasonable number of consonants.

Secondly (and most concretely), there's just a bunch of consonant clusters that are probably unpronounceable if we assume they're supposed to be pronounced as written, i.e. without vowels, like "RFH," "RKR," and "DGD."

So I think it's an abjad. That's useful to know.

As for next steps, I think I'm going to write a quick script to count frequency of individual letters as well as two- or three-letter strings at the starts and ends of words, with the hopes of identifying commonly-occurring word parts. Without it, I can already pick out a few interesting words, but it'd be faster and more accurate to have a script for it. As for interesting words, "H(1)" is short and it shows up a couple times at the start of a sentence. If I can identify the word order (I think Phoenician was VSO, but I'm not going to assume that's true about the conlang), that'll help me figure out what part of speech "H(1)" is. There's also one string that seemingly occurs twice with an interesting variation: "H(6)(6)DGD" is said by the masked man on Sortie #1 page 123, then "H(6)(6)DGR" is said by him on page 124. A change of suffix? A verb tense? That's all pure speculation, but I'm guessing that is the same word root.

To be continued............

(Man, it'd be really fucking funny if I'm wrong about the key phrase I've been using to decode these.)