#the god bomb dropped on them. but also it was in response to him being called a good man and being told that he didn't deserve what

[adammilligan]

COULD adam overpower michael like sam did to lucifer? in theory yes i think he could the problem is adam doesn't really have the willpower for it anymore. i mean the end of 15x08 kind of established him as a bit of a wreck with the whole "since when do we get what we deserve" thing because yknow. he was in a cage for a thousand years and he's tired in a hopeless sort of way. if it happens it happens. not to mention michael's his friend! so his willpower would be weakened by that as well. but at the same time i can't see any sort of scenario popping up where adam WOULD have to suppress michael because there is no situation in which michael would be fighting tooth and nail to be in complete control like lucifer was. he respects adam too much to do that and is extraordinarily gentle with him to boot. so in theory yes he could but in practice? michael just hands him control the second adam wants it

[piracytheorist]

Episode 34 notes!

I was a little surprised we had a "previously on" part on this one. Were they trying to fill up time? XD

I do love, though, that they thought it very important for us to see this face (and getup) of Loid's again.

Best Spy of Westalis, everyone.

Anyway, onto the action! Damn McMahon scared me he was going to die, with how he lay there slumped like that.

Yor really got a second wind after her realization. Seconds ago she was barely able to lift her head up, and now she's up and fighting with multiple open wounds, and still getting the katana guy all bruised up and tired.

And I'm thinking, she believes Loid would forgive the blood on her hands and the fact that she may have to leave them, because he'd see how she's done it for the betterment of the world... and he actually would, because he's doing the same. We now need to see that she'll provide the same understanding and forgiveness when his secret comes out.

I find it a little funny that all this deathly action was taking place up above and everyone else, even Twilight, were none the wiser. Like we go from Yor and Katana Guy fighting to the death and then there's Anya jumping from excitement from the fireworks and Loid just being like "I'm glad you had fun".

And again, following what he thinks is her worries, he apologizes for not being able to find Yor. He's determined to comfort her and I find that so sweet. And then

Anya may be realizing she's too young to have the attention span needed for a professional spy. She's prioritizing fun without realizing it, and to the detriment of her plans, Loid is actually enabling that XD I love my weird family XD

Loid finds out about the bombs and though his spy training tells him to stay out of it and leave it to the SSS to handle the crisis, his knack for amassing responsibility rears its head.

He not only considers the worst possible scenario, he also takes it upon himself to avoid it, like he does with the cold war situation. Nothing of this is on him to blame, but he still thinks that "I can help avoid that" and he just runs straight into danger to do just that.

I wonder if he considers that a consequence of his enhanced abilities. If he believes that he's not above anyone else because he's smarter, faster, stronger, etc than the average human, but because he has all those innate skills and talents, he owes it to the world to use them for good. I don't know, maybe I'm taking it too far with this XD

Anyway. He will certainly be questioning how the very ship he happened to travel on just happened to have a ton of bombs on it to make it sink. That's another thing that will make total sense post-identity reveals when Yor tells him why she was really on that ship XD

Loid doesn't even get to start coming up with ideas for where to leave Anya, and Anya already very conveniently offers the probably best solution: a kids play room XD

Like, again, this show is comedy at its core, so even when there's action and tension going on, things will conveniently happen without making the most sense because it's how comedy works XD Endo knew what he was doing when he started it XD

But also, another thing that will make more sense to Loid after identity reveals. Because he wanted to focus on the bomb, Anya said she wanted to play and he was like "Please for the love of god not now" and she somehow went like "Imma go play on my own and have supervision so you go do your thing" and he should know this isn't common at all. He does say it's lucky but he has no idea XD

The anime added a bit more in this small section, as in the manga the daycare worker doesn't even get to speak to Anya, because she escapes immediately. In the anime Anya plays with a ball for a bit, then asks to draw, and as the woman starts picking up drawing supplies, Anya takes her chance and she's off!

"Hello, I am most definitely not voiced by Takuya Eguchi"

I just love how he just dropped his voice a few pitches instead of putting on a fake voice. And just as I wrote a meta about how Twilight uses a different timbre of his voice when he speaks as Loid, huh XD

Again, we get a mention of "Western extremists". Loid mentioned at the start of the cruise that Princess Lorelei is "the pride and joy of Ostania", so it would make sense to take it down as a fuck-you to Ostania from a rival country. However, without relevant intel, Twilight also considers the possibility that it was simply rigged to spark the fire of war between the two countries, without swearing on it. That's some pretty good deduction without passionately taking sides.

I just think it's very interesting that despite being from Westalis, he never takes the side of its government. He's only on the side of peace and he'll protect both or either West and East interests if it means peace can remain.

It's amazing how Anya's involvement helped things! And how it was even set up!

I was just thinking, a little before I watched the episode, that indeed Yor was missing her weapons. The first dagger was left in the crow's nest where the sniper was, the second was broken by the guy with the mace, and the third slipped from her hand when katana guy first fought her. Which means all this time she's managed to bruise and tire out Katana Guy with her bare hands, while he had his katana on O_O

Ok listen.

First of all, consider the muscle strength a five-year-old would need to throw that dagger that far. And it's not a simple, light dagger, it's strong and massive enough to break through a wooden door and a human skull at once, it's gotta carry some weight. And Anya was able to throw it up an entire story above her and then some more.

But then, it's also the placement of where the dagger ended up - in front of the pipes so that the other guys wouldn't see it immediately upon turning the corner.

Like, they would see the pipes, and prepare to jump over them as they turned the corner, but it would be easy to not spot it and slip on it - and again, because of its position, the guy who slipped on it had the pipes on the right height to first hit his head on them before his back could land on the ground. If it was a little closer he would hit his legs or hips on the pipes, and his body would bend over backwards, and if it was further he would first land on his back and probably not hit his head and lose control of his weapon.

But as it was, he did hit his head, he did lose control of his weapon, and he did shoot the other assassin.

Okay, it was a little ridiculous that the dagger had so much velocity from being slipped on to jump around and land with its pointy end right on the ass-assin (sorry), but it's funny so I don't mind at all.

Just according to keikaku.

Watch out, she's armed!

I love how Katana Guy had been fighting her bare arms and was still exhausted and bruised, and yet when she picked up the weapon she's proficient in he went like "Hmph! I will finish this" like my dude where do you find the confidence, she's been mauling you bare-handed and you think you'll handle her armed??

McMahon coming to at the very right moment to kick Sniff Jobs' ass and I breathe a sigh of relief. (Thanks to tare-anime for sharing the fandom's chosen nickname for that guy! It's funnier than calling him "Turtleneck Guy" XD)

Gotta love how she goes from "demonic assassin" to "sweet cinnamon roll too good for this world" in a single blink.

Katana Guy is down and I breathe another sigh of relief! That was intense!

Anya was so happy she helped her Mama! I still don't know if she grasps the actual gravity of the situation, she should normally be having nightmares about it XD

Twilight is more stressed of being surrounded by SSS agents than having to diffuse a bomb and I think that says a lot about him XD

And then Yor used too much power fighting all those assassins that she couldn't even wonder properly how her weapon ended up in the butt of a guy she wasn't even fighting. The family braincell was being thoroughly used by Twilight in that moment, it couldn't multi-task XD

I saw the blood on the ground from Sniff Jobs and immediately went like "O_O Where did that guy go!"

And then, even in the midst of a very important and dangerous situation, the SSS agent is being a dick and bossy. In the manga Twilight wonders it the SSS are trying to save face and that actually would make a ton of sense.

I like how in the manga, when Anya walks next to Sniff Jobs, his thoughts are shown in bubbles with a black background.

Dark thoughts, dark background. It's happened before.

Then he puts his nose at work and actually becomes the reason the ship is saved. He smells the explosives in the clock, Anya hears his thoughts, then casually transfers the info to someone who can take care of it.

I love how the security guy was so worried about how to find the bombs that he yelped when Anya said a simple "Excuse me" XD

The guy dismissed Anya's request at first, which got her to cry, and I wonder how real that crying was. She was, after all, facing the threat of a bombing attack. But it got the guy to check the clock in the end! And also because Anya is such a small kid that he wouldn't suspect something's up with her.

Sniff Jobs was right - the assassin profession is one built on trust, yet he didn't follow his own advice. The informant didn't trust the assassins and put bugs on them, they didn't trust him and planned to betray him, and because of that they all died. The informant planted the bombs, and the guy followed him to kill him, and one of those bombs ended up being the death of both of them.

That said, I kinda love how that story ended. I have a weakness for a felled villain trying to reach out in despair and anger, even while they're heavily wounded and in pain, and then just getting their comeuppance for good. There's some sort of humanity shown there, but that they use to such wrong lengths that you can't feel sorry for them. But it is interesting to me, in a way :D

I guess Informant Guy didn't expect an elite spy to be on board who'd want to stop his plans. Twilight wonders what purpose the bomb in the clock had and I'm a bit confused. The bombs in the lower decks were there to create holes to make the ship sink. Wouldn't the bomb in the clock cause commotion in the upper decks, making it harder for people to escape as much as it's possible?

If anything, Informant Guy was counting on the devices being retrievable so that the Ostanian government would blame the bombs on Westalis and start another war. It's creepy, too, how lightly he was taking the whole thing.

Knowing how it goes it's actually pretty funny to see Twilight just rip the clock off and go like "Imma throw this into the sea bye" and then just run for it.

Rip I guess, whatever that was.

THIS WAS SO SWEET AAAAAAHHHH

AND THEN THIS

And what Olka says to her too! It's practically the realization Yor had on her own about her job. That she gets her hands bloody and risks her life to provide a better world for her loved ones, but she doesn't see those hands as worthy of affection. And yet Olka shows her that, and an innocent child does as well!

This is what she coats her hands in blood for, and this is a moment of someone recognizing her for that, giving her physical affection and affirmation as a thanks for her sacrifice.

Yor reached that point on her own, but Olka and Gram giving them their affection reassured her of it. It's worth it. She is worth it.

Just let her work under a less abusive boss please I beg

Olka actually wishes for Yor and her family to find happiness. Yor was there simply to provide protection, but they both gave each other hope for the future. And that ties back to the main theme of the entire story. Hope. Humanity. Connection. We're not meant to fight. We're meant to love.

Excuse me while I ponder over this for the next three to five days and probably my entire life T_T

As others have mentioned, McMahon reminds Yor to not become sentimental, that they're merely foot soldiers on the trenches of the cold war, yet he gives her the last day off to relax with her family. And he actually says that is a reward for her doing her job well. The music even turns hopeful and sweet.

I just realized that it looks like Yor hasn't sleep at all during the trip? The first night she stayed vigilant while the others slept (though Olka was awake for some time, too), then she had a long fight with a bunch of assassins, and now McMahon told her to stay on alert until dawn breaks. So she's pulling two all-nighters with an extended fight in between where she got injured and hit her head. Is my girl okay???

And a bunch of steps back on the acceptance front stands Twilight.

He worries about having left Anya on her own, not because he might look suspicious, but because he's spent most of the trip focusing on her emotions and trying to help her have fun. And in the midst of that, he had to pass her off to a daycare to go be a responsible spy saving the world. The fact that Anya had the time of her life and was excited that he was saving the ship is irrelevant, since he doesn't know she was, and he only sees that as a failure of his as a pretend father.

And then catches himself, but even then! He can't even fully justify it to himself!

Boy is starting to slip majorly and he's starting to lose his footing on his denial. His "for the mission" excuse is starting to not suffice... and he's starting to see that.

That's a big step both Yor and Loid have made in their progress of accepting their place in the family, though Yor has a huge head start and Loid will probably still hang onto his denial as much as he can. I'm really curious to see how their dynamic will develop now that they'll meet on the island, and how it will continue once they return home!

As I said this was sweet af but it's also funny how there's so much inconsistency on Anya's size. Like! She legit looks like a baby here! I know Loid is supposed to be bigger than you'd expect but Anya isn't that small XD

The music that played in this scene was a soft variation of the theme playing when they board the ship, as well as during the fight in the previous episode after Yor secures the trio. It's very subtle cause it's mostly a piano playing the harmonies instead of the melody.

Yor put her earring back on! As in the manga, in the end of the fight with Katana Guy she's still missing the earring that she threw at Sniff Jobs and probably ripped her earlobe with. But when she met up with Olka and helped them off, she had put it back on. So she did an absolutely insane thing and put the earring back on even though her earlobe was wounded. This woman eats hot coals for breakfast.

And off we go! Three episodes left in the season and this anime only is trying to not lose her mind 🤪 it's been a wild ride and I've loved every second of it but I am really trying to not despair over the fact that it's three weeks left and then another year of waiting 🥲

[starlightsearches]

This is so self-indulgent I should be shot just for thinking it. Anyways, have some teacher! reader x graduated! Eddie headcanons. Warnings for language and some sexual content.

Eddie's not so busy at his new mechanic job that he can't stop by Hellfire on some week nights to haze Mike on his DMing skills and tell a bunch of dirty jokes.

He's still in his coveralls—sleeves tied around his waist and his white shirt beneath stained with grease—dropping a pack of Mountain Dew on the table and slapping Dustin on the back.

The boys, of course, are happy to see him, but whatever greetings they offer are cut off as soon as they see the deep purple bruises sucked into the column of his throat.

Then there's screaming.

The campaign is put on immediate pause. All their energy is directed into demanding Eddie tell them who the fuck did that.

He grins, cheeky in a way that just screams this was the outcome he hoped for, waiting for them all to quiet down before he lets the words slipped out his curved lips.

"Oh those? My girlfriend gave them to me."

Que more screaming.

There's accusations of bullshit. And cries of betrayal (mostly from Dustin) for keeping it a secret. And, louder than all of that, demands to know who she is.

Eddie sits back in one of the chairs, head pillowed in his hands as they sling rapid-fire guesses at him.

That bartender you told us about? The girl at the record store? Or that one scooping ice cream when you took us to the movies? She was giving you eyes. (She was? Eddie blurts out, forgetting for a moment to act cool.)

He collects himself just long enough to drop a real bomb on them.

"Nah, it's none of them," he grins, "you know her."

Total fucking devastation.

The boys are faced with their greatest mystery yet: who is fucking Eddie the freak Munson?

Nobody can pay attention in class at a time like this; they pass notes between the spaces beneath their desks.

It shouldn't be that hard. They don't know that many girls.

Do you think it's nancy? Dustin scratches into the paper.

Lucas stifles a laugh before passing it to Mike. He makes a face.

Neither of the other boys have to read to know he's writing the word gross.

Lucas writes down maybe it's your mom, mike before showing Dustin over his shoulder. He fakes a coughing fit to cover his laughter.

Mike tosses the paper to the floor, punching Lucas on the arm instead of writing out a response.

Your eyes catch on the movement as you turn back from the board, voice strict when you let out a surprised "Mr. Wheeler."

Mike mumbles an apology, ducking his head to hide his blush. He's still uncomfortable with having eyes on him.

With their heads pointed down towards their notes, they're all to busy to notice that Hawkins High's newest faculty member is wearing a turtleneck on a day that's just a little too warm for a sweater.

When Eddie's head pops in the classroom door, though, Dustin's the first to connect the dots.

"Sorry," he smiles, holding out a brown sack lunch, "you forgot this morning."

Holy. Fucking. God.

The whole class breaks out in whispers.

Or almost the whole class.

Dustin, Lucas and Mike still have their jaws on the floor.

You take the lunch, roll your eyes. Eddie blows you a kiss from the door.

You're not at all the type of person he thought he'd fall for.

Mrs. O'Donnell retired at the beginning of the summer, right after he graduated.

(He's only about 70% sure that it wasn't his fault)

Whatever. It brought you here to Hawkins.

And Eddie loves being your boyfriend.

He wakes up in the mornings with you—even though he doesn't have to be to the garage for another few hours—just to watch you get ready and make you coffee just the way you like for your thermos.

He's also the reason you're late to work so often 👀

Eddie can't get e-fucking-nough of your little teacher outfits

He's obsessed with every pair of sheer tights and tight little pencil skirts and the buttons on your tops.

All of your stockings have snags in them from his rings >:(

He sits you on the tabletop the second you get home so he can pet his hands over your thighs and under your hemlines.

That's if he waits until you get home.

Grading late? Eddie will keep you company.

. . . or make out with you on your desk.

He shows up on your prep period sometimes, offering a smile and a "just missed you, baby."

And it always ends with you pinned up against the chalkboard.

You gotta buy more turtlenecks because he cannot keep his hands or his mouth off you.

You'd never make fun of him for repeating his senior year twice.

And hearing you say something like "you're so smart, Eddie"…….

praise kink activated

It just means a lot coming from you, you know? He's not getting a ton of validation, and you've got to know what you're talking about, since you're a teacher and all.

He'll call you teach when he wants to tease you.

Knocks on the wall by your door before Hellfire.

"Hope my kids aren't giving you any trouble, teach."

The boys do not know how to handle this.

Not like they'd even think of being dicks in your class, but still, Eddie can be a little scary sometimes.

So they're on their best behavior.

It's still kind of weird, though.

But not for Eddie.

Because '86 was his fuckin' year.

[thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight]

IM SORRY I ASK SO MANY MARVEL CROSSOVERS I JUST LOVE THEM.

Bakugou x spiderman reader who doesnt show his face :3

DONT APOLOGIZE, I LOVE THEM

AND I LOVE THIS UGH

𝔅𝔞𝔨𝔲𝔤𝔬𝔲 𝔵 𝔪!𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯-𝔪𝔞𝔫 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

Warnings: mentions of death, the reader is kinda an asshole at the end my bad, angst cause I got carried away

Let me start this off by saying that he did NOT mean to fall in love with you.

You had crashed into his room while handling a villain.

The villain of course decided to use Katsuki as a hostage, because he was just there, and your villains never seem to give you a break.

You saved him, thankfully.

You dropped him off at his house, quickly telling him to stay safe as you tried to run off and go change

"WAIT!"

You stopped, worried that the blonde angry guy had been hurt.

No, he just felt the need to go on a long rant about how you didn't save him and how he didn't need your help.

Not everyone in the city liked you exactly, but never once had you saved someone and get this as a response.

You found it entertaining for a moment

You kinda tuned out for the most part

Just more Spider-man slander, the usual that you had to deal with

Until he said

"So that's why you owe me!"

You raised a brow, your cartoonishly huge mask eyes following the movement, "I owe you? I think I repaid you by saving you."

The spikey man scoffed, "Yeah and you destroyed my house. And you were the reason why I was in danger in the first place. If you hadn't crashed into my house like a dumbass, we wouldn't be here!"

You stared at him

Was he being serious???

"So," he continued, "make it up to me by checking out my designs."

"Designs?"

"Yeah. I made...designs...for gadgets. They aren't for you, but I guess you could find them useful."

You did in fact check out his designs.

You soon learned that Katsuki Bakugou, the same man who cursed you out, was an absolute genius who had been designing gadgets for you in hopes you two could partner up some day (though he never would admit it).

You visited him regularly to test out his latest idea, web bombs.

You visited him so often that you often forgot that you were supposed to be a superhero, and he was supposed to be a civillian

You both had grown so close. Equals at this point because he did demand that he'd also become a vigilante.

He also demanded that he'd learn on his own and that he would surpass you.

Bakugou was insane, but you loved that about him.

You loved him in general, you soon realized.

And that was bad.

You couldn't do that.

Using his gadgets was bad enough, but to date him?

You'd be putting him in danger.

You tried to hide how you felt as much as you could.

And thankfully, Bakugou was more of a fighter than a lover, so he made things easier by not reciprocating.

At least that's what you thought.

Until Mr. Tough guy started blushing whenever you got too close.

God forbid you compliment him, then he curses you out.

Other than his embarrassed outbursts, you realized that he was...different around you

He didn't yell as much.

He was calm...it was weird.

You tried to ignore the signs, but you couldn't.

Not when you both had been sitting on his bedroom floor, fixing up a few pieces of equipment that had gotten damaged.

"Why won't you take it off?"

You nearly choked, "Excuse me?"

"The mask. Why won't you take it off? That shit can't be comfortable." He wasn't looking at you, instead focused on fidgeting with his tools. He tried to make it seem like he was fixing it, but he wasn't. You could tell.

"I don't get a date first? Jeez, chivalry really is dead."

"Shut up, I'm being serious." He finally looked at you, with those blood red eyes of his. "How come you won't show me your face?"

You frowned. You knew eventually this would be brought up, you just wished you could stall it a little longer.

"It's too dangerous. You know that, Bakugou-"

"Katsuki. Call me Katsuki, damn it. Stop acting like we're just business partners or something! I know how you feel about me, so why won't you show me who you are?"

You froze in place.

So your worst fears had been true.

Bakugou Katsuki fell for you.

Just as you had fallen for him.

It was a shame that Spider-man couldn't afford to fall.

It was a shame that Spider-man had already promised his commitment to his city.

It was a shame that you had to promise your commitment to the city.

"It's not that simple." You set the tools down and stood up. "It's too dangerous."

"And coming to my house everyday isn't? I don't see you giving me a speech about how a villain could follow you here? My safety isn't what you're worried about!"

Perhaps he was right.

Maybe his safety was a scapegoat.

Something you could blame to avoid the underlying problems you had

But if there was anything you hated more than seeing Bakugou upset,

It would be to see Bakugou dead.

Dead like a past lover who you had stupidly thought you could protect.

"I'm sorry, Bakugou."

You turned around, heading to his window.

You opened it, pausing

You wanted to take it back

But you couldn't

You had to do what was right

Bakugou cursed you out.

That was fine

He had every right to

You'd rather him be mad at you than see him get hurt

So you left

And you hoped he'd forget everything the next time you'd need to get gadget updates.

[biolizardboils]

heres a semi-liveblog i did while playing The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog! spoilers under the cut (both for this game and Frontiers!)

“We designed the difficulty of the THINK levels for experienced Sonic fans [...]” finally...a worthy opponent

look at this cute little new employee!! im naming them Barry like in the trailer. them and the Forces Avatar just need one more member and they can form Team Self-Insert!

the Conductor is a big doggy!! oh hes retiring aww,

The Mirage Express, huh? i thought i saw a place that looked like Mirage Saloon in the traileSPAGONIA MENTION!!

okay im not gonna say the menu’s instant ramen is absolutely a reference to the 06 fandub, but i struggle to imagine what else it could be

so they eat Pickies, but eating Cluckies is apparently too far? filing this under Important Lore Implications /j

everyone’s outfits aaaaa;;;;

IT’S AMY’S BIRTHDAY!!! CONGRATS GIRL I LOVE YOUR CAKE HEADBAND AND FUR BOA

“(Why can’t I be normal for one second...)” Barry calm down, your unorthodox yet charming response got you a wink and thumbs up from Sonic the fucking Hedgehog! id be over the moon if i was you

someone already left their ticket in a napkin holder, can’t have shit on my first day

Important notes on Barry: is intimidated by Knuckles, Espio, and Shadow, is Sparkle Gelatin Buddies with Tails, somehow cannot recognize Sonic in the flesh, and bows for royalty like Blaze

Wait... the train's robot arms look like something Eggman would make... Mr. Conductor sir...?

Why is Butcher!Vector stationed in the library and not like, the kitchen lol. And also why’d he and Espio leave Charmy at home

Amy proceeds to explain the rules of Among Us

Tails is disqualified from being the murderer, for he is both Detective and Babey

At long last... the token evil Flicky

uhh why’s the train shaking

DID WE CRASH??

Amy refusing a chance to use her hammer...?

the stick behind her was def her hammer’s handle, wonder how it broke

how on earth can a Crack on A Shelf fit in someone’s inventory

how did that minigame help Barry think of an argument dfghj

oh the hammer she broke was a Great Value backup, thank god

the dead Sonic illustration still sends me hwoling sdfghj

i muted the game to play this real quick and now im laughing even harder

wait sonic can talk but he’s numb and can’t move. no longer laughing

he’s got wounds?? and NO PULSE??? oh my god theyre actually fucking doing it

TITLE DROP?? YOURE TELLING ME THE GAME DIDNT START UNTIL JUST NOW??

what did Omochao do to warrant a wanted poster

Not Knuckles using Ye Olde English for his Sherriff rolefghjk

Omochao is wanted for medical malpractice??? sure why not

okay im gonna stop logging everything and just play for a bit. will type again if something REALLY funny or shocking happens

ooh the bg changed in the Think minigame! reminds me of Earthbound

everybody’s leaving they gotdam post, can’t have shit with this group

id let Barry tell me all about caves

all the options to get rid of the bomb gdsffhgjhkj thank god it wasn’t ACTUALLY a bomb

got caught up in the game but aaaa i hope Amy and Shadow have fun at the Hot Honey concerttt

the blowdart in the conductor’s car... what is it filled with, i wonder... a paralyzing agent... or poison

HE’S STILL PARALYZED/DEAD OH NO... the game didnt give me the option to tell anyone about him but i still feel like an asshole aaaa

aaand now im laughing again SFDGHJ Amy what do you MEAN by that????

wow, im actually not sure who did it! the robot arm was specifically sliced through, so i imagine it was someone who could do that without a weapon. Vector could’ve bitten it, and Shadow could’ve used Chaos Spear... neither of those culprits seem right to me, but it’s all i got

ESPIO. idk how he did the slicing cus his shurikens wouldve been confiscated but he can camouflage why didnt i think of that

okay the camouflage didnt even come up in the accusation but still

SONIC’S ALIVE YAY

can you imagine if he’d said this when Mephiles killed him bhkvads

I FUCKING KNEW IT. TRAIN’S HAUNTED

wait the token evil Flicky is real AND relevant to the narrative??

oh thats legitimately creepy

oh thats even worse (even tho i still think hes eggman in disguise)

okay ngl id have followed these instructions to the letter too. its an autism thing, your honor

TRAIN’S GONNA KILL US OKAY

I’M BACK IN THE DINING CAR WITH SONIC, HI SONIC!!! WE’RE GONNA DIE BUT ILU

holy cow i can’t believe there’s STILL more to do?? the production values....

SONIC NEVER GOT TO SEE THE PRETTY VIEWS NOOOO;;

E  G  G

eggman has no tolerance for self-insert oc’s :pensive:

it’s canon now that Badniks have competitive wages sdfghj

oh no Barry... your self-deprecating dialogue options are worrying me buddy...

!!!PEP TALK??? SET TO IT DOESN’T MATTER V2???

Sonic my best friend Sonic.....you’re right. we can do this

so between this and Frontiers i think this decade’s gimmick is gonna be “silly minigame actually prepares you for the final challenge”

“Don’t teleport us to the future!” Barry how did you correctly guess an event that happened in a destroyed timeline

Ohhh the Train’s mad that the Conductor’s retiring isn’t it?? lemme just plug a video real quick kjhgfdsa

IM FIGHTING THE ACTUAL TRAIN NOW OH MY GOD

this is fucking TOUGH HELP

THAT LAST PART TOOK ME LIKE 20 TRIES AAAAACK

“Your happiness comes at the expense of others. Last I checked, that’s called being selfish.” Tell ‘em, Sonic

100 rings??? have mercy

FINALLY HOLY SHIT

ESPIO SAVES THE FLICKY TO ATONE FOR HIS CRIMES

WAIT DID AMY BLOW THE TRAIN UP WITH EVERYONE INSIDE??

awww;;

oh no Train......

AAAWWW;;

god Barry’s been flabbergasted by this group the whole game dfghjk. is that how civilians tend to think of them? cus its hilarious

nobody even ate?? Barry didnt even get to do his ONE job mndbhksa

SONIC FINALLY BOUGHT THE CAKE YAYYY

“To the confident, unshakable, and radiant Amy Rose!” WAAAAAUGHG;;

WAIT WHAT ,BVJKSFHL??

“...And that’s the story of how I met Sonic and his friends. Entangled in their lives for a fleeting moment, and then back to things as they were.” Living the dream, huh, Barry? I mean, besides being jobless again

oh wait we can choose their epilogue!! i made them stick with the job, practice their singing, and manage to fly to space. as a treat

holy shit that was WAY longer than i was expecting!! every aspect of this was exquisite--scenario, art, characterization, jokes, gameplay challenge?? holy shit

oh hey i guess some people got that Sonic Lore job after all!! congrats to them too!!

I think the moral of this is that sometimes the best April Fools’ jokes are the ones played completely straight, with much more than a simple lie behind them. and also don’t trust trains

[robo-milky]

1. I have no issue in being the spokesman for this ship i swear. Also so be it, outta the way Cloche, Epel bby come here 😍

2. I thought that ask didnt send?? I completely forgot about the carved apple hc thou good thing you still saw it <3

3. Im just now noticing being tagged as a mutual?? Like i know you follow me too but the tag 😭💕

4. And lastly response to the previous ask (this has been a series of full-blown responses, back and forth amongst us)

Shinning light on Epel's character, he does indeed feel conflicted. He fears Cloche's paranoia and vulnerability after the incident is what made them to be closer. If that's the case then he hates it. Dont get me wrong now Epel's the kind who "fell first and fell harder" but he wants to be sure that his Relationship with Cloche even as friends is genuine. He wants to be sure that the closeness Cloche develops with him is not related to her incident even in the slightest. While he still sees glimpses of OG Cloche with how she responds it still makes him uneasy with how he got closer to her in a few months then he could in a year. He knows Cloche doesn't like him back. The way she looks at his vice housewarden with love in her eyes, he wishes he could be that person. (Dont be jealous of that wannabe Dora 🫶)

But he knows he'll never be. But that doesnt mean he wants to cut all ties with Cloche. She is still special to him. He can move on but he knows that wont be the case for a good while but till then he'll be there for Cloche in her time of need when rook is ojt for internships.

Now thats enough angst on my side since now i just feel bad 😭

That being said, signing off till the next responses, peace out and hugging cloche <3 (and hugs for you as well :D )

Throwing in a lighthearted meme as a cleanser <3 If you know the source, you know 😭 God… The amount of layers to get this- (Shout out to y’all following along the SY! Cloche lore)

[Response]

The true ship was Epel x justm3di0cr3 all along- I’m losing it at the irony of you being the spokesperson of ClochEpel yet also writing the downfall(?) (er… Not ClochEpel ClochEpel)

Sending hearts back at ya <3 Any mutual is a mutual ^^

Going straight for the angst path I see- Not that I’m complaining- I’m all for it!

Waiting for Cloche’ epiphany arc to come, when she finally realizes she shouldn’t have taken Epel and his feelings for granted when he’s gone for good. Before the incident, Cloche would have known about Epel’s one-sided affections for her (at some point), but she’s more confused why he would like her. With that, if Epel ever confronts SY!Cloche to set things straight or were vocal about missing the old Cloche, she’d feel upset and lost.

As the person experiencing the changes, Cloche views the new development as growth. OG!Cloche was distant, always trying to not be a burden, and now she’s opening up her heart to rely on others willingly. Cloche, herself, didin’t think the incident changed her, but was an excuse for her to act upon the fears she already had. How Cloche sees herself vs how Epel sees her, would make for an interesting conflict of misunderstandings. Since Epel wants to be there for Cloche, he probably wouldn’t voice his personal conflicts, and Cloche is too prideful to open up any more.

The few remnants of OG!Cloche that Epel can find, is mostly her uncaring, “so be it” attitude. Despite having been there for her for so long, he’s still bitter that a simple “Salut” from Rook on Magicam is enough to make her …smile. (Barely. The corners of her mouth can tilt up by 1mm, I guess.)

When SY!Cloche does feel better, she wouldn’t apologize to Epel, but more so give a word of acknowledgement. She’d drop the bomb out of nowhere, when they’re just alone, without any warnings at all. And ofc, in OG!Cloche fashion, it’d be hella dry but gets the point across. She is chewing on her pride (she cannot swallow it completely.)

“Thanks …for everything. You make this world a little more tolerable, I guess…”

FR— Epel dealing with SY!Cloche’ hot-n-cold reception is such a big improvement from OG!Cloche’ hot-n-cold.

[rosewould]

last resort // ljn {mortal sin}

disclaimer; every mortal sin blurb is set in a separate universe where the imminent threat of war is gone and nothing affects the events of the main storyline

part 1 | part 2a mortal sin masterlist

pairing; demon!jeno x afab!reader

words; 2.1k

genre; angst & filthy smut

warnings; manipulation, dumbification (maybe numbification??), choking, spitting, fingering, slut shaming, degradation, dacryphilia, large cock, unprotected sex, tiny amount of blood, slapping, dubcon (for good measure), cheating, betrayal, let me know if I missed anything

preface; I told you guys it wouldn't be a happy ending. I was vague so I didn't spoil the main storyline, but what do you guys think is going on? I of course won't tell you if you're right haha ;)

"What did you do?" Mark gawks at Jeno, walking past him covered in hickies and lipstick stains. They were littered all along the column of his throat, and the low-cut shirt he was wearing hinted that they trailed down even lower. The way he carried himself screamed that something was different. And possibly wrong. Jeno smirked.

"I have no clue what you're talking about."

"What did you do." Renjun scowls at you from Mark's side, arms crossed over his chest. You sigh, worn out from trying to catch up with Jeno and dealing with all this emotional turmoil.

"How are you already blaming me before you know the situation?" You turn back to face the ball of anger before focusing back on chasing Jeno.

"Hey," Mark jogs up to Jeno before grabbing his shoulder. He stops but barely acknowledges the older male. Instead throwing his head back in mild annoyance. "you can't go around acting recklessly like this." Mark leans in, glancing over his shoulder to make sure there were no curious eyes. "Don't you know how that would make us look?"

"Also, NingNing comes back today. Are you really going to let her see you like this?" You glare at Mark for making it about his reputation before trying to appeal to Jeno. The tall demon laughs, Adam's apple bobbing. His laughter ceases abruptly before he cuts his eyes toward you.

"Since when do you care about Yizhuo?" Jeno's eyes shift to that familiar hue of pink.

You freeze, not able to find a response that wasn't a lie or incriminating. 

"Are... did you..." The pink glint in Jeno's eyes clearly takes Mark back as well. Dread fills his body as Jeno smiles at him. 

"What? Can someone explain what's going on please?" You look between the two men but neither of them look away from the other. Mark whispers something about this not being good before scurrying off, finding it hard to peel his eyes away from Jeno's impish expression.

Once he rounds the corner, Jeno is wrapping his hand around your wrist and tugging you inside your room. You reluctantly follow him, needing answers. Once he closes the door behind the two of you, he's pinning you against it. Your determination doesn't falter.

"Jeno, what the fuck is happening."

"I did something really bad, ___." He lifts one of his hands from the door and grazes his knuckles against your cheek. The vagueness of his statement makes you frustrated. You want to pull away, but there's a hint of sadness behind his eyes that keeps you attentive.

"Did what? Did I... God, Jeno. I can't help but think I'm responsible for this." Your voice is hushed as a lump forms in your throat. You weren't the closest with NingNing, but your actions still fill you with self-hate. This is a new low, even for you.

"You are." He shrugs, tilting his head a bit as if he didn't just drop a bomb on you. Not even sparing you a lick of consolation. "I'm not an idiot. I know a horrible person when I see one."

You gasp, shoving him away. "You're worse than I am, motherfucker. You love her and you fucked multiple other beings like it was nothing."

"Don't you think I know that? At least I'm not prancing around like my shit doesn't stink." He shoves his finger against your forehead, flicking it against the door. He's back to his previous proximity where you could feel his breath on your forehead. Again, you find yourself not able to offer a rebuttal.

"Aren't you gonna help me fix this? I need your help." He brushes your hair out of your face, the sadness peaking through his expression again. You groan, tilting your head against the door. 

"Help how." As soon as the words leave your mouth and a fiendish grin stretches across his face, it clicks. You're talking to the avatar of lust.

"Be my little distraction sweetheart. Come on, I know you have it in you to be heartless one more time for me."

"NingNing is going to be back at any minute! You know the first thing she's gonna do is look for you!"

"There you go again, acting all high and mighty. You've already taken my cock twice. What difference does a third time make?"

You want to remind him yet again that NingNing would be here any moment. But all you could feel was that potent self-hatred. Was this really who you were? 

Then you remember your first love.

"If you're gonna insist you're anything less than a homewrecker, please spare me."

"No..." You start, tears filling your eyes. He was right. His thumb rubs your cheek, wiping away any tears that fell. 

"I just need you one more time. Then we're done." He presses a kiss to your forehead as his other hand reaches your throat. "That's all I need."

You nod with glassy eyes, mouth falling open when he squeezes your throat. He looks down at you with those lust-soaked eyes. Ready to devour you. With your eyes shut, you can only feel your body getting lifted off the ground and onto NingNing's bed. As if to rub salt into the wound.

He strips you of your clothes gently. Peeling it from your body. Like the calm before the storm. When you were bare for him, he presses his warm palm to the bottom of your stomach. Slowly sliding it down until it cupped your heat. The warmth against your core was comforting. Distracting. Your worries began to melt away as he pressed his palm into your heat firmly.

"That's it. Let go for me. Good girl." His voice is deeper, but quiet. He slips a finger between my folds and uses it to circle around your tight hole. He pushes through and revels in the feeling of your walls hugging his finger. 

"Every time is just like the first baby. So tight." He chuckles, and you can almost get the sense he's fucking with you. Finding amusement in the fact that this is fucking you up. You turn your head to the side, not wanting to look at him. "Oh no no,"

You feel that familiar smooth texture looping around your jaw to pull your head back. 

"I want to see your face while you betray an angel." with amused eyes, he smiles down at you. Laughing at the sickened look you give him. You sit up from the bed.

"What more do you want from me?! I feel like shit, I'm aware I'm a horrible person! Why do you keep reminding me?!"

"Oh sweetheart..." His tails wrapping around your throat was a familiar feeling by this point. That didn't stop the gasp from escaping when he pulled it tight. "I'm only doing what you deserve. We're in hell after all. It's only fitting." 

With a flat tongue, he licks every tear that falls. Holding your face steady in his big hands as he does so. "So lay back and pay for your sins." He shoves your torso back onto the bed and promptly fills you with three fingers. A surprised yelp is pulled from your chest. Your body bounces against the force of his fingers hammering into you. The heel of his palm repeatedly slams against your clit. The harshness of his actions has loud, unrestrained moans leaping from your mouth. You were completely unable to control any reaction to his abuse of your cunt. The wet noises are incredibly lewd as they fill the room, probably seeping into the hallway as well. Your face gets hot, embarrassment threatening to bleed through the pleasure.

The longer Jeno fucks you at a rapid pace, the less you cared. Especially when that coil started to compress in your stomach.

"Look at you. Getting off to this like the vile slut you are." He hisses. He uses his other hand to strike you across the cheek. You gasp, eyes flying open. His hand grabs your jaw and pulls your head closer to his face. The close proximity forces you to stare deeply into his magenta irises. "Go ahead. Cum all over my fingers. Show me just how much of a slut you are."

His fingers slosh inside you, thighs jiggling. You mumble out incoherently before your vision goes white. The coils snaps and your body convulsed. Cunt tightening around his fingers as a wave of arousal floods all over them. "You no good whore... how could you call yourself human? Look at you!" He spat, shaking your limp body. There was no time to recover before his tail was lifting you by your waist. He pushes down his pants before ferociously jerking his angry cock, precum leaking from the tip.

The shame had no effect on you anymore. Perhaps you had just come to accept the fact that you're a piece of shit. And after all, this is hell. He said it himself. It was only fitting. 

"Fuck me please." You whimper. He grins.

"You think you deserve it?"

"No."

Your answer shocks him. He falters for a moment before a wide smile stretches across his face. "Right. You finally got it. You don't deserve anything. What are you?"

"I'm your heartless whore."

Slap. Your ears ring slightly as you recover, tonging the cut that it left in the corner of your mouth.

"Louder."

"I'm your heartless whore." The words tore at your throat but they roll off your tongue. He looks almost prideful as he smiles.

"And that's all you'll ever be." He positions you over his cock before his tail is slamming you down. You groan out in pain as his huge size nearly rips you open. The stretch is so delicious despite the pain. He watches with admiration as your tongue glides against your lips.

"I'm ready to pay for my sins." You say with a lazy smirk. That seemed to be exactly what Jeno wanted to hear. His hands on your hips replace his tail before he starts fucking you onto his cock. Kneeling on the bed as he moves you up and down. That mouth-watering feeling of his cock bulging against your stomach sends you into a frenzy. Your depraved groans are music to Jeno's ears. He created his perfect fuckdoll. Moving you along his long length like you were a fleshlight. 

The heat of his member felt so good against your plush walls. You tighten around him subconsciously and he grunts. With a tighter grasp on your hips, he quickens his pace. Cock barrelling into your cervix like there was no tomorrow. Tears gush from your eyes. He's fucking you harder and faster than he did before, biting his lip to exert more force into it. The marks the tips of his fingers and nails will leave would probably be there forever. A constant reminder of who's got you drooling with your eyes rolled back. Your hands fly to his shoulders for leverage. 

You're brought back to your senses as he crashes his lips to yours. Spit-slicked lips gliding against each other. He pulls back momentarily to spit on your face. You moan happily, licking up whatever landed near your mouth. He could cum from how pleased he was by your new nature. 

"What a perfect cock slut. Perfect and just for me." He breathes before crashing his lips back to yours. Your tongues wrestle against each other. Teeth nip at each other's lips. Spit dripping from your chins. You were too far gone. 

As his hips start to meet yours, skin slapping intensely against his, you start seeing stars. Lower abdomen going haywire as your high looms over you.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming- I'm-"

The door slowly creaks open, and you don't miss the heartbroken gasp. Your head flops to the side, taking in NingNing's shocked and hurt expression. You've done it. There's no going back now. No denying that you're as good as the trash on the sidewalk. "Don't stop Jeno." You say with a vacant look on your face, not looking away. Thick tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

Your second orgasm rips through you. It feels like your body's being set ablaze. Your thighs quiver as he continues to relentlessly fuck you. Tears streaming down his own face as he fills you up. The sheer amount makes your stomach inflate. He pulls out, watching it all drain from your spent pussy.

"J-Jeno... how could you." Her voice is small and frail as her jaw quivers. The pink drains from his eyes. It looks as if he instantly went back to normal. He drops you onto the bed in favor of running to NingNing. The sob-filled conversation is blurred as you lie there, staring up at the ceiling.

"Huh," you say quietly as you reflect on everything he said. All that about you being his whore. Perfect just for him. Yet you heard it loud and clear, his dagger-like words.

"She means nothing to me! I did something horrible and she helped me fix it. It's done." Jeno pleaded with NingNing.

The last thing you heard was NingNing's sobs before the bedroom door was slammed shut. Leaving you with your deadly thoughts.

if you have any blurbs or scenarios you want me to do from the mortal sin universe, shoot me an ask ;)

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Stranger Brigade AU

Do you know the game Strange Brigade? I'm just thinking the Fruity four AU for this...a Stranger Brigade if you will (yes, lame, sorry).

These four are a group of mercenaries/archaeologists/academics/adventurers that tackle supernatural threats, explore ancient temples and kick asses of demons, gods, deities, whatever is needed. They are always dropped right into the action, parachutes, weapons, grenades...you name it. 

Nancy is the marksman of the group. When people look at them, they take her for the resident academic, and it's not like she can't do it, she just prefers her guns better. Run out of ammo? Nancy always has an extra magazine on her. She's exactly that kind of person that tosses you a loaded gun in your direst moments (but with safety on, she's responsible!) and has a supernatural knack for identifying weak points of their enemies. Are you facing an undead skeleton in an ancient armor? Count on Nancy to shoot the helmet off with insane precision and then switch to a larger caliber, blowing the whole head off. The other brigadiers try to persuade her to snipe from the distance as she is the shortest and weakest of them. Nancy just stares them down, grabs her shotgun and blows a hole in the nearest mummy. They don't complain ever again and definitely don't comment on Robin radiating please marry me energy in these moments.

Eddie is the academic, or as he likes to refer to himself, the lore master. Eddie never finished high school because he didn't see the point in it, but he's the furthest from stupid possible. He just doesn't do well in conventional settings and if his parents were good for something, he would have been shipped off to a school for gifted kids. As he is now, he was recruited in his third year doing sophomore studies and he doesn't complain at all because this is much cooler. He's always carrying around heavy books with mythological references, doing research on their enemies. Not that Eddie gets it right on the first try and they never expect him to, but he has a very active imagination and is able to suggest several ways how to work around ancient rituals. "Does this say tears of a virgin? Well, there we go", he pokes himself in the eye, catches a few tears and smears them on the altar. The door opens and while the rest of the group stares at him, he shrugs. "Pretty sure they meant conventional sex, not the freaky shit we do with Steve-!" Eddie also dabbles in the occult and specializes in protective spells, creating various talisman combinations for each party member before their missions. 

Robin is their translator into ancient languages, working in tandem with Eddie. She's best classified as an adventurer, she didn't really get into this business because she didn't have any better prospects, but because she was just bored in life. She sometimes corrects Eddie's translations and is usually the first person to try the most insane ideas Eddie has. She is their explosives lady, always packing bombs and grenades - which also means she is the one checking the building stability because there's no way she's letting that ruin fall on her beloved Nancy, her equally beloved Steve and her partner in occult crime Eddie. Robin's preoccupation with how many bombs she can detonate before the nearest pillar crushes them to death is mostly caused by her being a very strange, uncoordinated and overall unwilling runner. As she says, "why run for five minutes when I can spend five days researching?" 

Steve is the muscle and the caretaker of the group. He's always the first one to go into danger and arguably the one with best reflexes. He can use guns, he always carries one or two, but there's always a point in their combat when he just drops the weapon ("seriously, Steve, these don't grow on trees!" shouts Nancy), grabs the weapon of the nearest skeleton, tears it out of its grip (sometimes tearing the arm off in the process) and proceeds to crush the skulls of their enemies. After the fight is done, he brings out the first aid kit and patches everyone up while bleeding on the floor himself. What usually happens is that his three companions look at each other, nod and the girls restrain Steve while Eddie wraps his wounds in bandages. Eddie had to learn several healing spells just to ensure Steve's disregard for his own health doesn't kill him because Eddie's skill in necromancy isn't that high (yet) and after much arguing and grumbling, Steve allowed Eddie to tattoo a healing symbol on him, just to ensure his injuries heal faster. 

(also Jonathan and Argyle work in the organization and prepare the intel for their missions, always on their comms and providing supply drops)

[pettyrevenge-base]

Don’t respect women’s bodily autonomy? Then I’ll exercise mine by weaponizing my ass against you!

First, some background: I have seriously stanky farts. I’m talking face-melting, mind-rending, nightmare-inducing smells. Gas that will make you question your belief (or confirm your doubt) in the existence of a just and loving god. It’s not lactose intolerance, gluten intolerance, celiac, Crohn’s, SIBO, anything serious like that. I just have extra-funky gut bacteria that enjoy turning anything I eat into noxious, creeping clouds of ass-death.

I generally try to use my power responsibly. I’ll excuse myself from the room, warn others to avoid ground zero after a bomb’s been detonated, or even stick my butt out of a door or window if the situation so requires. But I’m also not above using my gas to go on the offensive against those that deserve it. That’s what this story is about.

This past Saturday, my husband, his brother, my sister and I went out for lunch. I won’t go through the rather convoluted circumstances that brought the group together, but it wasn’t exactly a pairing of choice. My husband’s brother—let’s call him Chad—is basically a walking caricature of an immature, extremely-online dudebro who approximates having a personality by acting like an IRL Twitter troll. My husband and I try to spend no more time around him than being family requires; my poor sister was getting her first extended exposure to him and definitely wasn’t enjoying it. For reasons that will become apparent, I’ll note that Chad was driving, and he’s got a new car that he’s very protective of.

Anyways, on our back from the restaurant—we went for Vietnamese—we passed by a small protest against the leaked Roe opinion. Naturally, that’s Chad’s cue to chime in with the most repulsive take imaginable. “Holy shit,” he screeches, “nobody fucking CARES! These cunts need to get a fucking life already.” My husband shakes his head and says “Dude, you’re such an asshole.” My sister lets out an exaggerated sigh. I’m ready to go on a rant that would’ve left him crying for his alt-right internet buddies . . . but then I felt a slight bubbling in my tummy, and I had an even better idea.

You see, while my farts are awful no matter what I eat, there are certain foods that take them to a whole ‘nother level of putridity. And it just so happens that pho, which I had ordered at lunch, is near the top of that list. I’m not sure why, but my gut’s grotesque alchemy never fails to turn those tiny bowls of noodles, beef, and broth into my very own organic nerve gas. I’d normally never consider unleashing that kind of horror in an enclosed space, but this was my chance to ruin Chad’s afternoon, and I had to take it.

With the discreet lift of a cheek and slight flex of my ab muscles, I let it go like Elsa. And I knew right away that “it” was going to be all that I had bargained for and then some⁠—four seconds of silent steam that instantly warmed the car seat to 100 degrees celsi-ass. I cleared my throat and declared, calmly and confidently, “I am SO sorry.” My husband and sister recognized this as my code phrase used whenever I drop the hammer in the company of others, and it naturally sent them into a minor panic. They both started jamming at the window controls, only to find they were locked. My husband told Chad to open the windows. “Nah, it’s raining,” Chad replied. (It was more like a faint drizzle.) “No, seriously dude, open the fucking windows,” my husband implored with increasing urgency. Chad held firm. “Not getting the leather wet.” Fatalism set in. My sister pulled her scarf over her nose. My husband wrapped his arm around his face like an 8-year old playing Dracula. Chad drove along, oblivious.

And then the stink tsunami that I had sent rolling through the atmosphere crested and crashed. As Chad didn’t take precautionary measures, he was the first to react. He emitted a guttural, animalistic cry of anguish and began coughing. “Eugagugghhhrrrr. . .what the *cough* fuck *cough* . . . the fuck is that smell?” I was more than happy to take responsibility for this one. “Excuse me,” I said. “I farted. That was my choice.” Chad tried to respond but was struggling too much to breathe to get the words out. The windows went down, but it was too late for that to do any good, and Chad soon pulled over⁠—I think the car was still moving when he practically jumped out of it. As he stood there in the rain cursing me out (“disgusting bitch,” “that smell is fucking inhuman,” “women shouldn’t even do that” etc.) I just smiled and smiled. I may not have solved anything but damn, it felt good to fight back. Even after he got back in the car he was complaining that it still stunk, and honestly, I hope it still does. For weeks.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

[the-gasp-at-the-gateway]

Not Your Parasocial's LOA

Hot Take. Sure, it's no secret LOA girls are all about glamour, hedonism, and utter self-love (I love it too). But imo, Goddard's kinda like cheap liquor on your 21st birthday: gratifying, limitless, and confidence-boosting, for a time (so long as you keep the party going, and keep yourself from thinking too much). My man Alan Watts though—he's got fine bourbon in his cabinet, and him and his friends are the type to make sure you also drink some water. Lemme unpack that.

If you're an Old Soul, a Highly Sensitive Person, or a high-achieving kid who ever really burnt out—you know the real shadowy depths of consciousness, cause you've not only seen some real shit, but felt it. In the words of the great Queen Bee siren from Nevermore Academy: "Fire tests gold. Suffering tests a woman." And Wednesday gets it too, she knows you aren't truly you if you don't embrace the Dark; you're a normie, by the def that normies are those who are too scared to let out their nature. It's not all rainbows and Versace.

It's the Way. It's the Yin and the Yang. The two fish swimming together—Red Oni, Blue Oni. Pisces and the 12th House. Transcendence. At some point, you might find yourself growing out of just being a Princess—you're becoming a Queen. That word gets thrown around. I don't mean it in the "You Go, Girl," sense.

I mean how a Queen really does: Ascension, crown chakra, and the knowing that with cosmic power comes cosmic responsibility. Not that she's your friendly neighborhood Spiderman; a Queen knows she is her realm, and her realm is she. That's Everything Is You Pushed Out. So yeah, it's responsibility—ultimately to the You. And even if she tries to ignore it, unlike a Princess, the Queen can't. Just ask Marie.

LOA Princesses talk up Goddard, and I get it, Goddard's about getting what you Want, not what you Need. It's a real Blue Pill energy (don't @ me, the Matrix was written by trans women who understand eastern philosophical principles and also said "throw away your anti-psychotics"—how's that for being Delusional? Also, a lot of those redditors are 🥚s anyway).

But Goddard had help remembering what he knew. Alan Watts spoke on topics way beyond manifesting and self-concept (and I'll be damned if he isn't a charming and magnificent motherfucker who truly sees the whole picture—seriously, listen to him, you'll love him instantly. He's got this trans-atlantic accent and everything).

So why compare them? Well, if you're an Old Soul, and you're ascending to that crown—call it your Saturn Return or your Dark Night if you will (it's a right bitch either way)—it means, like Inanna the Sky Queen of Sumer, you might find yourself walking straight into Hell and giving up all those pretty things you Manifested with your super awesome powers, and you're not gonna know who the hell you are anymore (good). Has the Caterpillar ever asked you, Who Are You? Like, a lot? Maybe you'll tell him your name. Maybe you'll say, "God." Like Perfect Blue, maybe you'll say, "Why should I care who I Am?"

If Goddard stops being enough for you—like Siddhartha, if the palace life stops satisfying your Beast; if your Heart's bogged down by bootstrapsian toxic positivity and your Mind craves more—listen to Watts. (And, maybe go on a wild-ass bender into your own psyche like Jung did in his Red and Black books, that sounds pretty fun).

For who'd benefit to hear my Journey or w/e (or anyone who suspects sour grapes and wants credentials): I transitioned in 2010 (before it was cool), picked up a Satanic Bible where I learned "Be Your Own God," then became an absolute sex bomb succubus who'd work a whole house party and have people lining up to wrap themselves around my finger—often, I'd make them compete with each other, just for my amusement. Yeah, I stan Marina and I went Golddigger; I manifested the Space Needle into my backyard (basically), ate steak dinners and dined out on the reg, and sometimes would drop hundreds of dollars in a shopping trip just on clothes alone. My cosmetic procedures were all paid for. In the past eleven years, I've probably worked about a year's worth, tops, because I haven't needed to. I won't get into the supernatural-miracle type shit, cause that's a post of its own.

If I'd discovered Goddard back then, he'd probably have been the same amount of helpful. But I'm at a different stage rn, and the methods I've read on tumblr just haven't cut it. Maybe they haven't for you either. Hope these resources help.

[raidante]

Hey just stumbled on your blog and I LOVE YOUR OC DESIGNS and would love to know the lore to them are

THIS MEANS SO MUCH TO ME!! LIKE SERIOUSLY!! THIS SHIT MAKES ME WANNA CRY!! Thank you so fucking much.

Well it's pretty transparent that they are all SMT based OCs, the scenario they're from is essentially my fan SMT game scenario because I just... really want a really good true to form SMT game that leans into stuff that made the series unique... as well as I love imagining the idea of what if this game came out in like, the early 2000's like Nocturne did for funsies with limited hardware pushed to it's fullest extent.

Each character of course has their own individual backstory and eventual motivations for their alignments and relationship with the world + the protagonist, but some of it I am sortttt of wanting to keep hush hush cuz it's like...spoilers! But at the same time, there is no way this will ever actually become a game cuz I know next to nothing on how to develop games :( But idk how else to translate the way I want to tell the story without it being one you know? I think the most transparent I am in terms of lore and story is protag cuz he's the one who's most fleshed out + the one you experience everything through so obviously everything about him is pretty transparent to the Player from the get-go.

The story involves themes of identity, ego, and birth. Heavy on the birth and rebirth aspect, physically and spiritually. Our relationship with ourselves and what it means to be born into a new person as we progress through our lives, being shaped by our experiences and understandings. Even when we think we truly know ourselves, there will always be aspects of ourselves that go through reactions and changes in response to things. Overall, I think SMT is about change and how people react and reflect to that change. Each character goes through their own interpretations of what they want the world to change into, and to achieve it by their own actions... be the change you want to see in the world and all that.

Its a reason why I want the protag to be someone who was very average and just one of the many many youths living in Tokyo when the bombs dropped. In fact, I'm pretty sure he was one of the first victims of it. I don't want it to be explicitly the same bombs from SMT1--you know, the ones that were dropped on Tokyo to fight the demons, but it's pretty much implied. Those who didn't die to the intial hit probably died to the after effects of the radiation, or became pickings for demons. It doesn't really matter how he died, just that he did, and it's the last thing he remembers before waking up as we know him now.

Don't know why the visual image of fetuses and birth intrigues me so... but it does. Like, as a narrative, because there's something powerful and beautiful yet absolutely terrifying about it. And it can sort of encompass every aspect of our lives, too... it also can mark the beginning of something new. That's what it's like for this Protag...he knows who he is but at the same time he doesn't understand it all together. He had accepted his death and now he was here, alive, again, made into something new from the recycled old parts of him. almost like a second chance, but who really believes in that kind'a stuff?

One thing I really wanted to make sure was to translate the fact that my protagonist is Human. Human physically, Human down to his core. He might not be the traditional sense of a human, but he is made of the same parts as humans are, with the same functioning organs, and the same level of understanding. He is human, just like... a human made in the true image of Man, because his body was fastened together by tools created by Man. Like how God made man with tools created by God?? Imagine that but Man creating his own, like a real true son of mankind...

Maybe it's evolution's way of adapting to the new world? Co-existing with the state of a post war, post society earth.

[technicalknockout]

PIGEON OC LORE DUMP PIGEON OC LORE DUMP ❗️❗️❗️❗️

*flaps excitedly* PIGEON OC LORE DUMP

warning long and incoherent with way too many elizabeths than required

Oh my god i realized there is no fricking way im explaining everything today theres so MUCH HDKKSJDKS i'll just explain the basic mythology and some of my favorite guys

Ok we need to start with the gods

Once upon a time there was nothing. One day Nothing decided it wanted to be something. It split itself into multiple parts and those parts became the first three gods. The part of Nothing that wanted to be something became Creator (cre) and the part that liked being Nothing became Red (ree. This is a placeholder name i really cant decide on a fitting name for red hdjsdkskd). Also there was this indecisive middle guy and their name is Astral (starry. Starry is important because they're the responsible sibling. They mostly do everything)

These are the Incompetent God Siblings. There are smaller gods who split from the siblings but theyre mostly irrelevant. Also the gods look like birds (actually it's the other way around, birds look like gods because the gods wanted to put something that looks like themselves in the mortal realm. Kind of like self insert ocs dhjskfkd) so i also call them Birbs

Anyway the thousands of new gods just hung around for some time in their newfound existance until cre decided this was boring. So the gods all decided to make some universes with stuff in it. Except ree who was against the whole 'existing' thing in the first place and was a grump about it, so the gods conpromised with ree and put a expiration date on the universe. Spoilers: this leads to some politic problems later on

So tada theres a universe now. Multiple universes. Parallel worlds are relevant later but that would make this post longer than an entire novel series so dropping that topic

Now onto the actual ocs dhjdkskfks

Domino aka Elizabeth the 3rd. (Some quick background lore, the elizabeths are guys who are trapped in an unending loop of reincarnation (courtesy of ree). They all have their own memories and personalities but share some core traits such as god obsession) Domino is part of the "villain squad" in the plot and a (pseudo)scientist who works at the shadow government. She's very cold and NOT interested in anything except for her (ethically questionable) experiments concerning angels and, unfortunately, the main characters. She was relatively fine until she got involved in some plot relevant scheme as a kid and almost died now shes Not Fine.. has two lab assistants Apel Pine (pineapple) and Stein Mango (mangosteen. Theyre 9 years old, twins and orphans, domino named them and yes she is canonically bad at names). Pineapple is traumatized and deprieved of affection, desperately seeking love from domino who is the only thing close to a parent figure he's ever had. Domino does not notice nor does she care.. which makes pineapple :(. He's aggressive to others and needs therapy. Unlike him though, mangosteen is very okay! Mostly because pineapple tried his very best to protect mango from the bad things in life. It worked and pineapple now has twice the trauma he was supposed to have, while mango has none. He turned out as a silly little guy who is oblivious to the horrors and he tries really really hard to make everyone get along. And he likes snow :D theres a short backstory behind pineapple and mango from before they were domino's assistants which explains why theyre Like That, which i will maybe perhaps talk about later

Also in a different universe theres a 12 year old menace called damo who wears a poncho thingie and claims to be the most evil villain in the whole universe (she isnt she has no idea what a villain is, she thinks theyre cool people who explode stuff). She likes bombs and doing disney villain laughs. She is the silly ever and nothing bad happens to her and i love her very very much

[sl-walker]

Ok, you asked for it. Meta Part 1/1000. Who is Scotty?

For me, the biggest question is: how is it that in one universe, a person can be reservedly taciturn, and in the other, socially garrulous? The only answer I can come up with is that it isn’t a fundamental characteristic of self, it isn’t their nature, but a symptom of something else related to some differences in their lives.

Scotty in every universe has three layers: the mask, the damage, the actual person.

In TOS Scotty, the mask is that wall. Sure, he’s friendly enough, but most people don’t know him, and that is fine by him. He’ll give you the surface of himself, and you are going to think you know him, but it isn’t true. And that mask fits over the underlying damage that you have so aptly described in all your stories. The wolf, the survivor. (It gives him an iron backbone that, by the way, I think is missing in AOS Scotty.)

Then we have AOS Scotty. He’s openly gregarious, almost oversharing. He is good at reading people; in the movies he is reacting constantly to what people are feeling and thinking around him, actively tactile, touching them, reaching out, watching. I considered the possibility that he was just a non-trauma response Scotty, the way TOS Scotty might be with a gentler life, but I don’t think that’s true. My interpretation of AOS Scotty is in part informed by pretty much every significant Simon Pegg character: an easy going funny guy who is always masking mental illness, addiction, self-doubt, loneliness, even despair. But it isn’t just the actor. Textually, the broadly comic guy fades when he’s comfortable.

So he’s masking too. What is he masking? What coping technique is reading people that closely for? What is he using humor to cover, what doesn’t he want people poking? It’s not trauma; trauma would send him in TOS Scotty direction—because that’s how Scotty reacts to trauma.

After watching him, I’m convinced he has significant mental illness going on. They both clearly struggle with depression, but the first time we meet AOS Scotty he tells us this genuinely insane story about the dog and the transporter which is entirely about overconfidence, euphoric energy, a feeling of invincibility, lack of impulse control … it’s a manic episode. (Which, honest to god, I also think he has going throughout the entirety of the first movie.) He tells the story for comedy, what’s he covering? That dog could have just as easily have been a person. AOS Scotty is afraid of himself, of hurting people. He’s reading people because he’s using them as a stand in for his own judgment, which he doesn’t trust. Am I out of control? Am I scaring you?

Now, in both of them the mask and the damage causes some additional issues that overlap, but also some things that may be actual self. They share some arguable negative traits. Self destructive fuckup? Yep. Obsessive, addictive. Someone who people don’t actually know because the real person is generally buried under the mask. Irritable and grumpy. Stubborn. Pushback when someone is being an idiot. Can get emotional and riled up. Is that because they are masking and damaged, or is that part of who they are?

I’m convinced that the real person, underneath everything, is fundamentally the same in both universes. The sweetheart. Brilliant, serious. The reasonably-natural leader. (TOS Scotty is frequently badass; AOS Scotty takes control of the engineering deck instantly, with zero authority.) Prefers order but will let it go if he has to. Develops unusual relationships that aren’t easily classified. Lights up the room when he is genuinely happy. Drops truth bombs that people don’t always want to hear.

What do you think? The guy who won’t speak two words is the same person as the chatterbox who won’t shut up. Why?

I have put a TL;DR at the bottom as an apology for the length of this. >.>

Okay, so-- bearing in mind that everything I know about the AOS versions I've learned second-hand, either via that one spectacular RPer back in '09 or now you, and that I am an Opinionated Person--

My answer is that it was always a parallel universe, never a branch off. That Spock accidentally followed Nero sideways into an already-existent parallel, that they weren't creating something new, but interfering with something already there. That's legitimately the only way it makes sense to me; not only in terms of like actual characterization, but also in universal aesthetics. Jim Kirk having blue eyes, while Len McCoy has hazel, stuff like that. Apple store versus actual deep sea submarine. Cornfields versus geosynch orbit over San Fran. XD

It's always been, for me, that Pegg's Scotty is such a vastly different critter from Doohan's that I can't honestly ever see them having been the same person even in the past. And I think some of that is nature, and no small amount of that is nurture (or different kinds of lack thereof), and then just different formative experiences, too.

So, I've always operated on the theory that they're actually genetically half-brothers, because that does make actual perfect sense to me; that can also explain why I can see more easily where AOS Scotty could be related to Peter Preston (a fair-haired kid with lighter hazel eyes from what I can tell) whereas TOS Scotty is a bit more of a stretch there.

And that also means some variations on hows and how nots.

God, I dunno whether I should beg forgiveness or not for the length and rambling nature of this, but here goes:

All right, so I definitely write AotW with the aim of it being perfectly dovetailed to TOS canon (before Disco and SNW, though if they come up with something excellent that fits, I'll gleefully add it in), all the way to Relics (and beyond), occasionally yoinking a plot or two I like from the novels, or some other incidental and then asking lots and lots of deep questions. Like, "Excuse me, what was up with [insert event] at this [insert timestamp] that had that particular expression on your face?" and then writing, I dunno, 10K of backstory for it. LOL! OR, my god, this whole storyline was because I was chin-handing at Scotty (as one does or should) going, "But why did you buy a boat for retirement?" And then like, twenty-one years later, I've answered that one, but asked about a thousand more.

Digression aside, though. So, going on TOS canon, my take on the facets (caveat emptor, caveat lector):

1.) The mask he wears: Made of stereotypes and assumptions made by other people which he just doesn't correct or offer anything deeper to. Largely self-protective. He doesn't want to get too close to his crewmates, not because he doesn't care about them -- he very much does! -- but partly because personal trust does not come anything like naturally to him, it generally has to be earned and the only one I think who earned even some of that is Spock by that point.

But also partly because Scotty's already deep into his career? He's at the age where most career officers can retire, whether they choose to or not. Hell, he reached that age before Jim Kirk even took over. He's five years older than McCoy, and most of a decade or more older than the rest. So, he's already climbed to the peak of where he dearly wanted his career to go (Enterprise's Chief, Pike's Chief) and is actually, seriously contemplating retirement. Starfleet's changing around him some, he has definitely Been Through Some Shit, he has a family he wants to go back home to. Like, despite loving the Enterprise, and considering her half of his home, she's not all of it, and he does want to watch nieces and nephews grow up, he does want to try his hand at teaching on a larger scale, and hell, maybe he'll find a lad or lass who can live with him. (There are reasons he doesn't ultimately retire, but we won't get into those here.)

So, allowing himself to get too personally attached to his crewmates is a recipe for being kept in service past when he wants to be. It also, in my timeline, is because he lost one crew very traumatically and has lost crewmates otherwise, and loving people just so they can die on him trips allllll over his abandonment issues anyway. So, easier to keep them at arms length, care for them, protect them (even with his life), but never let them have pieces of himself that there's no getting back.

I think the mask is even more opaque in the movie era, too.

2.) Actual fuckup: Surprisingly not as much in evidence in TOS-era canon as one might expect. He only gets drunk onscreen once, and even then he wasn't doing it for fun, he was doing it for a purpose. I tend to write him with Jimmy in mind, who definitely drank (and got hammered), but who also regularly quit for long periods of time just to prove to himself that he wasn't his alcoholic father. At least in my stuff, in the TOS era and before it, Scotty only gets absolutely trashed when he's happy; he knows better than to drink when he's upset, so he doesn't. He doesn't like where his mind goes otherwise. And he knows what that can lead to, too.

There's a line in Torn that always sort of sticks with me:

He didn't like to fight, not like that. Not verbally, not physically. If confrontation could be avoided, Scott avoided it -- he didn't like the sick feeling that came with that kind of anger, the kind that boiled. He hated that feeling, knew too well what it could lead to if you got to like it too much. If you're too good at something and you like it too much, you'll do it. He didn't like it, but it seemed like he was always doing it anyway.

That kinda goes double for alcohol. So, he drinks on screen, but he's only shitfaced once in TOS, and even then under other circumstances. He drinks in the movie era, too, but I think we only see him mildly tossed in VI. And then Relics, but who the hell could blame him? (I personally think he drank as self-medication occasionally by then, hence me writing What Is Late. McCoy does get to see behind the mask, but -- tellingly -- can't actually do anything with what he can see to help in the deep ways that are needed there.)

So, the other actual fucking-up is mostly in crushing on exactly the wrong kind of people (women who need/want something he's just not) and losing his head trying to uphold a chivalrous ideal, only to land firmly on his face. Despite that dumbassery, though, he's not controlling or possessive, just protective and ridiculous.

I would label his propensity for being (a little frighteningly) willing to die in the line of duty under this, except I don't think that's actually much of a character flaw? Like, I don't think he devalues his life at least in that era? So much as it's just how he's wired. There's a scene I don't know if you've read, that I originally conceived of when I was first writing ONOW, believe it or not, but didn't have the nerve to write back then. Or the skill, honestly. Fairly shortly after Corry pulls Scotty out of the ocean. And I only just added it back when I did the most recent workover of that novel, and it kinda goes into it some:

Cor was gone when he woke up the time after, what felt like a fair piece of time after; he thought he was maybe delirious when he found himself looking at Sean Kelley, sitting with the chair back at the table.

“They’re pack animals, you know. Family animals,” Sean said, hitching Corry’s blue blanket up tighter around his shoulders, after a moment where they just stared at one another. “Wolves, I mean. I grew up in Montana; at dusk, you could hear them singing.”

It wasn’t a non sequitur, exactly. It was more than Scotty knew how to process. He took a deep breath -- aware again of what that felt like -- and let it out; felt how much it weighed to do that, too. “‘M nae sure ye’re ‘ere,” he said, mouth not wanting to work right; still, it seemed necessary to let Sean know that he might not actually be real.

Sean didn’t seem to care whether he was real or not.  “World War III was the best thing for them,” he said. “Even though Colonel Green’s army devastated Bozeman. And Livingston. Even with the radiation. They didn’t have to survive so many of us anymore.” He closed his eyes; in the soft light of the cabin, his face was shining with tears. “We go and pick up a tray from a cafeteria, but they have to fight every day to eat. Or for space to live. For everything.” There was a beat, then he opened his eyes and said, “I jumped.”

Scotty still wasn’t sure he wasn’t dreaming -- or hallucinating -- Sean sitting there.  But he said, “Me too.” Solidarity for a feeling, he thought.

“I know.” Sean freed his arm from the blanket and scrubbed his forearm across his face, voice tight. “It’s terrifying, isn’t it?  I don’t know how to even-- say how horrible it was. How lonely. You know?”

Scotty thought about the black, growling mountains of water.  “Aye,” he said, closing his eyes again; if Sean was the product of delirium, it probably didn’t matter so much anyway.

Sean was quiet for a moment, then said, “No one jumped after me.”

It didn’t sound like a lament; more like a man putting some kind of realization together.

“I woulda.” Scotty didn’t need to think about it; whatever bad blood had existed between them before just didn’t seem important now.  But it wouldn’t have ever, he knew.  He would have jumped after Sean, or anyone else; it would have never occurred to him not to.

This was, though, the first time that he realized that.  He didn't know what that changed, if anything.

Sean made a sound like a laugh, if a laugh could be that fractured. “I know you would have. I would have jumped for you, too. I guess I kind of did, in a way. I guess we both kind of did.  But that’s not what I meant.”

There was no understanding that right now; there would have to be a time later for it. Scotty hummed back something of an acknowledgment, even as the rocking of the Lady Grey and the tenuous sensation of being warm and too heavy to move was pulling him away again.

Right at the edge of gone, he heard Sean say, “Now I know why they call you Wolf.”

And like, that says it. At least my take on it. It's not so much that he wants to die or even wants to hurt himself (though that man absolutely does have the capacity to be incredibly self-punishing if pushed the wrong way), it's that where he places his values sometimes is at odds with continuing to breathe. Even if he is a survivor. Maybe especially because he's a survivor.

So. Onto mental health.

(I absolutely want to pick your brain about AOS!Scotty being bipolar, because wow, that is awesome insight and also a very good explanation for what I thought was a ridiculous tale -- Archer's beagle -- and also like, psychology is my thing, and also like, there is some evidence that if you pushed him in the right ways, TOS!Scotty could have gone that same route, right?? So, like, anything you wanna talk about backstory wise there, please do. For real, I will beg even. What environmental factors were at play there? What of that is genetic?)

But anyway, by the time TOS starts, Scotty's got his headspace pretty well under control. Predisposed to depression (that's one of the many things that happens when you're traumatized as young as he was), has been on rock bottom in his life, but he's also learned a lot of coping mechanisms that would have worked, if he had actually gone and retired when he was planning to. They aren't perfect coping mechanisms, but they do the job.

He's confident and knows his ship, he worked for years under a Captain who not only elevated his career, but built him up in ways that meant he could be comfortable in the center chair, or when everything is going nuts, and he is less prone to reckless courage (but still brave down to his last cell), and like-- I personally think the peak of Scotty's career in Starfleet was before we ever see him in that red shirt for the first time. Because for the rest of the universe, his greatest contributions happened later. But as to him, as a person, as a man who has Been Through Some Shit, I think his highest points were between '56-'65. And I think serving on Kirk's Enterprise, and all the sometimes insane chaos there -- including him being possessed and used as a murder weapon, including him being killed -- started putting some very real cracks in that otherwise solid place he'd clawed for.

And I mean, Season 1 Scotty really is the rock. Steady and calm for the most part; when he does get agitated, it's not really that manic kind that happens much more frequently later. Season 2 Scotty Goes Through More Shit and you can start to see where it's doing a number on him. Season 3 Scotty is just-- like, you can tell he is Not Exactly Okay. He's still smart as hell and competent, but still Not Exactly Okay. Movie!era Scotty is the same, but instead of wearing the mask, he's started pretty much being the mask; when you see behind it is vanishingly rare. And he also still Goes Through More Shit.

So, we get to Actual!Scotty. You say:

I’m convinced that the real person, underneath everything, is fundamentally the same in both universes. The sweetheart. Brilliant, serious. The reasonably-natural leader. (TOS Scotty is frequently badass; AOS Scotty takes control of the engineering deck instantly, with zero authority.) Prefers order but will let it go if he has to. Develops unusual relationships that aren’t easily classified. Lights up the room when he is genuinely happy. Drops truth bombs that people don’t always want to hear.

Agreed. XD On every point, too.

I think, though, that one thing TOS!Scotty has that AOS!Scotty doesn't -- at least as I write him -- is the foundation of his own anger. He swallows a lot of it as a kid. He takes a lot of suffering without biting back, at least at first. (So did his actor.) But that doesn't mean that rage isn't down there simmering.

And like, you've read Forty-Eight (and Give and Take, etc), so obviously there comes a point where he stops tolerating it. That point, I think, is well before that, but before then, he's mostly avoiding and staying away from the things that have hurt him. It's not until his mother drops dead and he almost does and then he gets horribly triggered by circumstances no one intended to be triggers that he starts biting back.

When you told me that AOS!Scotty kind of slumped off devastated when Kirk 'fired' him, that was what really jumped out. Like I said there, that mental image: TOS!Scotty woulda absolutely been lit up hot and loaded both barrels and he wouldn't have gone to drink his sorrows away, he would have gone after Jim Kirk's throat even if he really liked the guy because no one -- no one -- is ever going to hand him a beating again where he'll lay under a fist. Not ever.

So-- I don't know if I've given any answers here, but that's where I think the big differences are:

TL;DR: Different men altogether from the jump because different universes. And TOS!Scotty got that fire and spine and ability to snap back because he once was a battered child with no advocate, and even if he swallowed that anger back then, it still existed and eventually came back, and ultimately even helped him become the absolute badass we see later.

So. XD Thoughts?

[rebrandedstoryline]

Rebranded - 12.4 - Understanding

Sun gets a hug. Moon is a "prick". We otherwise conclude this small segment of plot :3

Word Count: 1,481

“Sun?... Everything alright, big guy?” Ayala awkwardly inquired, having stopped washing her dishes at this point due to being distracted by Sun’s unusual behavior. She would have sooner expected him to be happy. Happy because he had been told she didn’t expect him to eat trash. He had already admitted that he enjoyed the potato cakes.

The animatronic in question offered what seemed to be a forced smile at first, before he began to laugh abruptly.

This was not a happy laugh. This was sort of a bittersweet laugh from someone who was both incredibly happy, but so overwhelmingly sad.

“O-oh... I-I’m fine, Sunbite~ I’m just... Goodness. I-I’m sorry~ Seems I’m having a bi-it of trouble processing my emotions right now.” Sun replied, moving a bit further into the kitchen so that he could set the plate of uneaten potato cakes down upon the counter. He was genuinely afraid that he might drop the plate and ruin the food Ayala had made for him. “I just... Golly. I realized no one has ever tried to look out for Moony and I like that before~... We would have gotten in trouble for complaining about how nasty the trash was. Y-you really didn’t have to go out of your way to make us anything. But you did and it’s just... It’s so nice~...” He rambled a bit, seemingly attempting to voice his feelings. Which admittedly only seemed to make Ayala feel worse. Rightly so.

The fact that anyone would give an AI the ability to taste food only to force them to consume trash was unnecessarily cruel in her mind. The fact that no one that the animatronics had worked with in the past seemed to give a shit about it made it worse.

Sun and Moon had just been expected to eat god knows what then smile and wave like nothing was wrong. It was almost cartoonishly cruel.

“Well... Fuck.” Ayala sort of just muttered, now also struggling to process the information.

The commentary earned an annoyed groan from Moon, who had already established that he had a personal vendetta against adult language.

Sun, meanwhile, seemed to be a bit startled by the reaction. If only for a moment.

Once that initial surprise wore off, he found himself laughing again. Though this time he seemed to be happier than he was sad. Really it was the way that she had pronounced the dreaded F-Bomb. Her tone had been super dramatic and awkward, with an obvious note of discomfort.

“I guess that’s another way to put it~..” Sun murmured, sort of leaning against the counter ever so slightly. There was still a somewhat sad note to his expression and his tone, but he did seem to be alright.

Though Ayala was not so sure that he was alright.

“Do you need a hug?” Ayala awkwardly inquired, her tone implying that she felt unsure if she should even be asking such a question. Really there was just an internal struggle where she was trying to decide if she needed to treat the animatronics more like people, or like machines.

Thankfully the part of her that argued to treat them more like people was winning, because in response to that specific inquiry, Sun seemingly broke.

He attempted to speak, but his voice box went from being fine to being completely incapable of forming coherent words. He curled down into himself, leaning further against the counter as his whole body burst into tremors. All that he could do was offer a pleading expression and a desperate nod.

He was very much in need of a hug.

Having now been given the ok to give said hug, Ayala slowly walked around the counter so that she could come to stand next to Sun. She was only given enough time to extend her arms, before her smaller body was abruptly pulled from the floor to be held.

Sun hugged her much like a worried adult would hug a child. Her body was so small in comparison to his, that that was effectively what it looked like.

Thankfully the daytime attendant was well aware of his own strength. Having been so accustomed to handling small children; who were arguably much more frail than adults; he knew the limitations of his grip.

Still, he effectively gave the woman a bear hug. He didn’t squeeze quite hard enough to risk injuring her, but she was most definitely left winded.

Uncertain as to what she should do, Ayala simply wrapped her arms around Sun’s back to lightly pat behind his shoulders.

As the seconds became minutes and the animatronic began to calm down, his trembling subsided. At which point he became acutely aware of how long the hug had gone on. Now flustered, he put her down just as abruptly as he had lifted her up.

“G-goodness, I’m sorry! I got a little carried away there...” Sun stammered out, having thankfully recovered enough from his little emotional meltdown to form proper sentences. Still, his pitch was a bit higher than it needed to be. He felt that he had overstepped.

The woman offered a sigh in response to this, shifting her neck and shoulders in an odd way. A way that inevitably startled the animatronic when multiple loud popping sounds came from her.

The display admittedly stunned him into a sort of worried silence. His sensors detected no signs of damage, but that noise was eerily similar to that of a bone being dislocated.

“Don’t worry about it.” Ayala sighed, reaching to rub her sore shoulder. While her injury had mostly healed, the area was still tender. The hug had left her feeling a bit more sore than she had been minutes prior. “You feeling better?” She inquired, speaking rather calmly.

Still a bit startled by the peculiar popping noise that Ayala had just gotten her body to make, Sun could only offer a hesitant nod. The woman then cast a glance to Moon, who was giving her a rather peculiar look.

He didn’t look angry. His expression; he seemed lost. Mentally lost. As if he was searching for an appropriate response to the situation only to turn up with nothing.

“What about you? Need a hug?” The woman questioned, her tone sounding somewhat unsure and a tad sarcastic. Given how aggressive Moon had needlessly been with her so far, her behavior was rather valid. An attempt to mend some bridges without seeming too serious about it.

Immediately the nighttime attendant’s expression soured.

“No!” Moon hissed out, immediately turning around to walk his sorry arse back towards the closet. As far as he was concerned, he had fulfilled his obligations. He had eaten a potato cake and he had listened to her little update about eating trash. As such, he was going to retire back to his den until he felt the need to come back out again.

Sun offered a sort of unhappy sigh in response to his brother’s actions.

“... I’m sorry about him.” Sun commented, awkwardly shifting to make eye contact with the woman.

“He’s not bad, I promise! He’s just... He’s been through a lot. It’ll take time for him to learn to trust you.” He added, hoping to make it easier for Ayala to be a bit more forgiving of Moon’s sour attitude.

“No, no. I get it. Believe me, I get it... He’s still being a huge prick about it, though.” Ayala responded, establishing that she understood why Moon was behaving the way he was, while also acknowledging that it was at least somewhat annoying. Her nonchalant response coaxed something of an awkward laugh from Sun, who began to fidget a bit.

“Uhm... Th-thank you again, for the food~ It’s really good.” Sun commented, attempting to find a way to sneakily change the subject. This only coaxed a sort of soft laugh from the woman, who began to make her way back to the Livingroom to once again try and get started on her work.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t forget to finish it off. Wouldn’t want you losing power.” Ayala replied, making her way back to her desk. She sat down and proceeded to throw herself back into whatever project it was that she was in the middle of.

This left a somewhat unsure Sun standing alone in the kitchen. He wasn’t really sure what to do with himself, but that was to be expected at this point. So he did as the woman asked and set out to finish off the potato cakes. He couldn’t help but remain enthralled with how delicious they were compared to what he had usually been expected to eat.

Awkward as it was learning to get along with an adult, it was still strangely pleasant. Ayala was surprisingly nice, as strange as some of her behavior was.

Maybe the three of them really could learn to comfortably coexist, in time.

[brehaaorgana]

Hi hello I just read your post on the possession in RotT and noticed how he was like. wiped out! for three days!! And now I’m thinking about how it was a mystery for years in the fandom about what was up with his health bc there would be those little comments about how he’s been ill and his immune system never recovered, and maybe this is well known in fandom and I’ve just never connected the dots before but do you think those are hints about him channeling Eugenides?? ….I need to reread the series again

I think it's both things! (Or it's up for interpretation of it's just the events of QOA/injuries or also the impact of divine shenanigans, but *I* like to think it's both!) But remember that Gen has this happen to him even before QOA!

Cut for spoilers.

In The Thief, there are at least 3 instances where Gen faints or collapses.

When he fights against the Attolian guards hunting them singlehandedly. He wakes up in the prison, and admits in narration he can't even remember everything that happened or what he did right away. He also doesn't want to know. Sophos is the one who tells him he killed someone, which Gen had been trying not to think about. It's being told that has him remember what he blacked out of the fight. I will say that Gen definitely is really well trained as a swordsman! I can believe that was all him! BUT: Gen was nearly killed (read: definitely would have died if he wasn't the thief) and he has a terrible fever in the prison from his wound. Being stopped from dying because he is Thief takes a LOT out of him. As does being wounded.

He becomes feverish again, and during the fever, Eugenides visits him as a hallucination-dream.

When Gen recovers, he breaks them out of the jail, they're on the run, and he gets them across the Seperchia river. He admits he doesn't feel hungry, and he keeps narrating he's fine although in pain from his stab wound. This is when the rock chunk takes a divot out of his face, which Gen knows to be a sign of approval from Eugenides. His last deception (misleading them as to the direction they're going!) and getting everyone across the bridge exhausts him. When the Eddisians move to him, he collapses (again). He's in and out of consciousness until the palace.

The Gen presents the gift as Thief, and promptly faints AGAIN for another few days immediately afterwards. He again is visited - although he's sure "it must have been a dream," that Eddis offered him the gift and immortality, which he doesn't want.

And like, is all this collapsing because he was almost fatally wounded and that's just a normal response, or is it because he should have died, but as the Thief, he will only die of a fall, when the god himself drops him? Is he just an excellent fighter, or is he an excellent fighter who ALSO can channel his God, who did so unintentionally with like 4-5 against 1 odds? Or who did it in order to escape death?

That's all before he loses his hand!

Is Gen's health trashed from being injured, or is it so precarious because the sheer power of a God being channeled/intervening to make sure he is Not Dying is extremely taxing?

Gen pushes past pain, injury, previous fever, and doesn't even feel hungry when he breaks them out of the Attolian jail. Is he in shock? Or is he pulling on the reserves of power he can tap into to push past the limits of ordinary humans?

I think the Return of the Thief example is the best one because I think the calling of lightning by simply asking for it is clearly divine power, and because of all the other hints. But Gen was also nearly killed by a bomb and then brutally tortured. But then he tells Pheris he's basically crying crocodile tears??? What?? There's no way it DIDN'T hurt. We know he can feel pain!

Does he collapse because Eugenides left, or the power was no longer channeled, or did he collapse because he was blown to kingdom come, and then tortured? He's out for days (again) and then he receives a message from Lader while unconscious.

Gen's health is probably shot because of the amputation. But also maybe it's a little bit because of the power/Eugenides/the fact that he can survive things most people can't because of his status as Thief.

Not every moment of divine power happening or more generally averting certain death seems to end this way, it's just the most extreme ones.

Other times something funky is going on with Gen

End of QOA when he locks himself in that room to call upon the gods, and the room goes kaboom and iirc the windows shatter? Like full on volcanic eruption/thunderstorm nonsense but... Indoors

When he steals the horses and the entire town is totally silent and no sound is made

When he literally falls off the palace walls and Eugenides holds him in MID AIR and Eugenides says GO TO BED, and Costis is having a total meltdown because what the fuck what the fuck. He was floating suspended OVER NOTHING.

That time in RotT where he wakes up TOTALLY HEALED from the previous day's injuries and this sort of miracle freaks him out so much he immediately barfs. (He checked to make sure he still only had one hand. Poor guy that would've been too stressful.)

The knife dance short story where Gen convinces one of the two men he should never EVER do the dance again. He slices his hand as an offering to Eugenides, and it should only be possible to do the dance without killing yourself with two hands. Gen performs the whole dance.

(He also does the court dance with Attolia in KOA with only one hand, while ALSO removing her hairpins.)

There's probably more I just haven't finished annotating my books lol.

[lazysublimeengineer]

infuriation to infatuation

Summary: They say the closer you are, the more you fight.

Characters: Khun Aguero Agnis & Hatsu/Hatz

(A/N: Inspired by the cafeteria scene where Shibisu was being a funny menace blurting out, “They say the closer you are, the more you fight” while Hatz and Khun bicker with each other lmao. Also inspired by that scene where Hatz was thanking Khun after persuading Endorsi to sign that friendship paper and Khun decided to be a funny, arrogant prick and rubbed it on Hatz’s face. I’m boarding this ship. They’re funny and cute together and the chemistry and tension are palpable. I don’t own Tower of God. Only this meager Hatzkhun fic of mine on this site).

“So, that’s your magnificent plan? You should’ve written a better and realistic script with that skilled mind of yours. Most beauteous princess? How embarrassing.” Hatz deadpanned as he glared at him.

“What?! You just don’t have any talent as an actor!” Khun shot back as he glared back at him.

An imaginary electric current passed through them as they held each other’s looks with a varying disgusted expression on their faces.

Hatz was about to pull the hilt of his sword when Shibisu intercepted with a nervous smile on his face.

“Now, now… Shouldn’t we be thanking him…?”

Hatz gripped the handle of his sword tightly for a few seconds before he let out an exasperated sigh and loosened his grip on it. “I’m indebted to you.”

Khun held a smug expression on his face as he smirked at him. “Huh? What’s that? I can’t hear you.” He asked in faux politeness.

“Why you…!” If looks can kill, Khun might be lying in a heap right because of how sharp his glare alone directed at Khun who continued being petty and smug just to spite him.

“Thank you very much!” Hatz ground out as he bowed stiffly at him.

“No problem.” Khun crossed his arms over his chest and shot him a playful wink afterward.

Hatz didn’t know what kind of expression he was making but it amused the other more as he grinned deviously at him.

But before he could even retort, Shibisu tugged on his arm nervously and stuttered out a response. “I just r-remembered! Serena’s looking for us in the c-cafeteria to help her with something! Ah, t-thank you once again Baam and Khun!” Shibisu bowed to them gratefully.

“Ah, no worries Shibisu. We’re glad to be of any help to our friends!” Baam offered him a sunny smile as he waved goodbye at them.

Hatz just let out a deep breath and turned around and started to walk away from them with Shibisu following behind.

Khun stared at the retreating figure of the swordsman, his infuriating smirk slowly morphed into an intrigued smile.

The swordsman might be an annoying one but sometimes it awakened his curiosity and intrigue within him.

It was entertaining to see on how his face would flit into a different set of expressions within a second of dropping a verbal bomb coming from him.

And dare he say that he was a bit proud of himself in breaking that calm and indifferent façade with his biting yet playful words alone.

They’re on a different spectrum.

The swordsman was a noble and honorable man with a strong moral code.

While he was cunning and didn’t hesitate to use underhanded tactics to survive and win because that’s how real life operates.

In this kind of environment, he thought on how long Hatz’s strong morality would last…

…but then again Baam was beside him who was pure yet determined on his beliefs alone.

Hatz continued to push his buttons with his belligerent attitude directed at him alone.

But Khun relished in a good challenge, and he didn’t back away from it.

A glint came into his icy, blue eyes.

Somehow the next incoming days will be interesting in this place.

(A/N: Yes. I have joined the HatzKhun ship and letting it sail. They’re the definition of the classic enemies to lover’s trope and I’m living for it. Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you).