#this started as a joke and then it was going to be in greyscale and now its full color

[letsdontdie]

First years getting to know each other thoughts

[quibbs126]

So I’ve been drawing this today

Basically I was thinking of this one JJBA artist who draws the characters very stylized and with weird colors, and I kind of wanted to do that with Cookie Run characters, which is what I attempted here

I was going to do colors, but I was having trouble making stuff with my normal sketching brush, so I went rough sketch brush to try and figure out the shapes, and then I never got around to doing colors. Maybe in a second part

Dark Cacao and Dark Choco I know were going to be greyscale, with the exception of certain purples and reds respectively

I was just planning on starting with Dark Cacao and Dark Choco, and for the most part that’s what I did, but I wanted to try others since the stuff was looking weird when I was drawing in math class. I’m now in physics and I think they look better after that

I think Golden Cheese looks the best, outside of maybe the DC fam because I drew them a lot and like them. I wasn’t sure what I was doing with Hollyberry and Princess, and I was just making something up for Licorice for a quick joke. I can redo them at a later time

But for the DC family, I wanted them to basically just be rectangles and diamonds (outside of the eyes I guess). They’re the only ones I really tried on

Part of the idea was just simplifying the designs, so what I did was basically just have Dark Cacao’s crown fused to his head. Don’t ask me how it happened, but it’s stuck there now. I wanted to give Dark Choco a diamond shape on his forehead, as like a birthmark, and later on I decided that he basically now has a piece of metal growing from his head too. He gets to be a unicorn, technically speaking

But yeah, just take these random sketches. Hopefully I polish this concept later on, but I might just draw the Dark Cacao family because I like them

[jossilyn-embereth]

Hello! If requests are open, may I please request some headcanons on what being married to Ser Jorah Mormont would be like?

Being Married to Jorah Mormont Would Inclcule

Having met him in Westeros long before his original marriage. The two of you were quite taken with one another, but you were already promised.

Not seeing one another again until you ended up at his wedding. Where he learns your marriage was called off.

Finding out years later what happened with Jorah and his family, and the crimes he committed, wishing you knew where he had gone, and accepting that you may never see him again.

Being promised to another man, but you decide to leave instead of be married off, so you run away and find a ship to take you to Essos, where you know you’ll never be found.

Making a good living on your own, seeing as the small fortune you had brought with you was able to support you while you got your bearings. You start your own business and set of shop in Mareen.

Eventually Daenerys makes her way there and frees the city. You are called upon for your services and are escorted to the castle.

There you see Jorah in the throne room, at the right hand of the Queen. As soon as your business is done he comes to see you. You catch up and walk around the city for hours.

You admit that you’ve missed him, and that the stories you hear about him have changed your opinion of him somewhat. He agrees that he did something horrible, and explains to you why he follows his new Queen, and the ways he is trying to be better.

In the coming weeks he comes to visit you constantly. You fall for him all over again, and can’t help but be slightly jealous of his protectiveness and loyalty to his Queen.

Confessing feelings for one another after a long night of talking by the water.

Becoming close with the rest of his new friends, especially Dani, who was ecstatic to find out Jorah had a significant other.

You asking for his hand in marriage, and when he seems surprised you make a joke that neither one of you are good at being single at the same time, so you should take the chance while you have it.

Having a small wedding with just your friends (seeing as neither of you have any family)

Moving to the palace to spend more time with him.

Romantic nights

Missing him during the fay when you both have work.

Coming to the agreement that children should be off the table for the time being, seeing as Jorah would soon be off to war at Daenerys side

Being completely heartbroken when Jorah’s treachery is revealed, wondering now if any of what he said about being better was true.

Letting him leave Mareen alone, and going to Daenerys for comfort, knowing she would understand your heartbreak.

Staying with her all night, comforting one another.

Nearly breaking when Jorah returns and reveals he has contacted Greyscale

Learning from Tyrion that he talked about you non-stop on the journey. Of how much he loved and missed you, and how he would get better so that he may return to you

Joining Daenerys for the journey to Westeros, with the intention of seeing your family’s support for her claim

Feeling both overjoyed and conflicted when Jorah arrives on Dragonstone, because although the man you love is alive and well and back in your arms, he still betrayed you and your Queen.

Eventually being convinced by Daenerys to give him another chance, after she tells you she has all but forgotten his past misdeeds. You take her words as permission to no longer care about his mistake.

Going to him that night and saying nothing, just holding him in your arms until the sun rises.

Telling one another all that had transpired while you had been apart

Him expressing a desire for a family once the war is over. You being happy to hear it, and agreeing wholeheartedly

Learning just before the journey to Winterfell that you are pregnant.

Telling Jorah, feeling nervous because it was still a bit soon to have the baby. The war might not be finished by the time you must leave his side, but he is only full of joy, and so you try not to worry

Being sent away from Winterfell for the battle against the dead, because he refuses to put you and your child at risk

Knowing from the moment you lay eyes on Daenerys that the father of your child is dead, and that the son or daughter you carry is all you will have left of him

[sailorsplatoon]

what does the rest of the splatoon think of 4 and acht dating

Before I start, here's a quick summary of the pronouns I'll be using for each of the agents:

Agent 8: He/him

Captain 3: She/her

Neo 3: It/It's

Agent 4: They/Them

Eight supports them 100%. He's an absolute sucker for romance and he got to see it blossom first hand since he was in the elevator when Four climbed the spire and whitnessed the two slowly fall in love. (If anyone reading this has no idea what I'm talking about, you can check out my post on it here.) Eight and Marina act as Acht's wingmen, trying to encourage them to confess their feelings for Four. (Pearl does the same for Four.)

Captain 3 is on edge around Acht. She remembers being controlled by Tartar vividly and is worried that Marina's Memverse plan might not have worked as well as she thought it did. When Captain was sanitized she couldn't do anything to fight it, so how could some code made it go away entirely? What if Acht is just trying to take advantage of Four having been greyscaled? What if they're plotting something malicious? Her suspicion never really goes away, but it does fade over time. Her main goal is just to protect those she cares about.

Neo 3 had never met Four before Side Order, so it didn't have any connection to Four. It and Four sort of become playful rivals and will often purposefully be on opposite teams in turf war and ranked matches. It likes Acht, but is a little bit afraid of them. It thinks Acht is really intimidating. Regardless, Neo 3 supports their relationship and likes to joke about how it's friend is dating a zombie.

Callie is just happy that Four found a partner. She'd been trying to set them up with someone for a while and is excited to see that they've finally found someone who makes them happy. She thinks it's cool that Acht is a musician and wants to collab sometime. She organizes a monthly game night amongst her friends and was very excited to invite Acht (against Captain's wishes).

Marie feels similar to Captain in that she's suspicious of Acht. Both her and Captain exchange paranoid theories about Acht's true intentions that gradually become more and more convoluted. As the two get to know Acht better and let their guards down, their theories turn into a running inside joke rather than real suspicion.

Cuttlefish is... trying his best. He can be insensitive at times by saying things like "You know I was almost put in the sludge that telephone used to control your partner." He doesn't realize that he's just bringing back traumatic memories for Acht and making it awkward for everyone else (especially since only Eight was supposed to be in the sludge, he was just sort of there). Four is trying to teach him not to say that kind of stuff.

Deep Cut, while not a part of the New Squidbeak Splatoon, would likely end up meeing Four and Acht since Marie is their boss. They're really competitive, especially Shiver and Frye. Frye will often say things like "You two may be big shots in Inkopolis but in Splatsville we're the kings. Don't forget that." in hopes of indimidating Four and Acht. Shiver will just give them mean looks. Four thinks it's super cool and Acht just finds it funny. Really Shiver and Frye feel thretened by the fact that Acht is a musician and they don't want Big Man working with a different artist again. Big Man is embarrassed by how they act and often aplogizes for them, despite the fact that Acht and Four don't mind.

I probably went into more detail for this than I had to, but it was fun! Thank you for the ask!!!

[otherworldlyoddities]

Ok so first off. This au started with BANTIM because my friend kept making Splatoon jokes and I was like hmmmm what if.

Just some like. Info on who is what first off (all colours listed are their original colours, now everyone except Henry and Joey has black ink)

Joey Drew: inkling (purple)

Henry Stein: inkling (yellow)

Sammy Lawrence: octoling (green)

Jack Fain: salmonid

Susie Campbell: inkling (light blue)

Norman Polk: eel (laser eyes) (red)

Daniel “Buddy” Lewick: atlantic wolffish

Bertrum Piedmont: spider crab

Lacey Benton: inkling (pink)

Wally Franks: cleaner wrasse

Allison Pendle: angelfish

Thomas Connors: octarian (brown)

(I don't talk about a lot of these guys much, but Wally is the janitor, Jack is the lyricist, Allison replaced Susie as Alice's voice actor, Thomas helped build the ink machine, and Lacey was Bertrum's assistant. In this au Allison and Tom voice Alice and Boris respectively for the news, which is animated after Joey takes over.)

Ok so the main plot is Joey still runs an animation studio, and it's still kind of falling through and losing money and Joey is mad about this. Also, Henry left the studio like four years prior which made him real mad. So he decided to start experimenting with stuff to bring his cartoons to life, and he actually succeeds after finding some remaining crystals that haven't dissolved and using them to bring Bendy, Alice and Boris to life (Bendy is a cat, Alice is a rabbit, and Boris is a wolf. For reasons.) but this wasn't enough for Joey so he got Tom to help him build the ink machine. He also stole the great Zapfish to power it but whatever that doesn't matter. Anyways Joey used the ink machine to slowly sap colour from the inky guys, turning their coloured parts black and pretty much mind controlling them. He has all the colours in a giant ball in his evil lair. Also, the Ink Demon is a manifestation of the lack of colour, it is the opposite of the colour ball. Yeah :3

So anyways. Henry hasn't left his house in four years nor has he watched the news in also four years. He has been really sad because he misses his friend and feels bad for leaving Joey Drew Studios. Anyways his wife tells him to go get milk and he says ok and pretty much as soon as he leaves Bendy jumps out at him and tells Henry he ran away from Joey because Joey was being evil and stealing colours and Henry needs to go stop him or everything will be bad. (Important to note: instead of black, Henry is still greyscale but his ink is white) So Henry is like ok and goes with Bendy to the studio where Joey seems him coming and promptly ejects him to Bendyland.

So the first area is the theme park! Here the enemies are mostly like. Squid tentacles. Kinda similar to octarians but not sentient they are just kinda there. Lacey is also there, and she's attacking Henry just to try and get him to leave because it's not safe here and Henry is just like yeah I wish I could leave. He tries to escape but his exit is blocked by Bertrum who is like. Actually just a giant crab right now he's also attached to the floor. So Henry fights him and Bertrum mostly just has cool spinny attacks. But yeah Henry wins and Lacey jumps down to tend to Bertrum's wounds and Henry leaves Bendyland.

The next stage is the City Square. You see this part introduces Buddy (who gives you weapons and tips) and also the greyscale Inklings, who are just like. Black instead of bright colours and wear goggles that make it look like their eyes are glowing. They also attack you. Henry fights his way to the news station and asks Allison and Tom what's going on and Allison is like oh yeah hi so Joey's kinda crazy. Anyways you really shouldn't be here if we don't attack you Joey will probably do something bad to us. So that boss fight takes place on set, and theres like. A ring of water that Henry has to jump over and Allison and Tom just send waves of enemies at Henry, starting with just regular ol' tentacles enemies and then tentacles that try and push you into the water then greyscale Inklings. So Henry wins and Allison is like cool good job, you are obviously the right guy for this job and you can go do this. So Henry keeps going.

Henry is just in a different part of Inktopolis now, heading towards the entertainment district which is where the studio is. This part is real similar to the last part, except the whole place is completely drowned in ink, and this time the boss is Norman Polk, who used to be either an inkling or octoling but is now a giant eel with glowing eyes that eats people. His fight mostly takes place on platforms that you can like. Jump to and shoot from since the whole this is surrounded by ink and Norman is like. Swimming in the ink. Norman starts by going under the ink and jumping out at Henry and trying to bite him, then spraying ink at him, then submerging the platforms and making Henry swim while he tries to bodyslam Henry. Henry gets out though,

The final area before the studio is the entertainment district. Here you are not only attacked by greyscale Inklings carrying guns, they also have musical instruments that spray ink at you. The music here also seems more personal. So Henry makes his way to the big ol' stage at the very end of the long, winding street, and has to fight the band that has made all the music he has been hearing up to this point (Sammy, Susie and Jack). They are all up high, sitting on fake clouds suspended from the ceiling. Sammy monologues a bit but Jack ends up jumping down first. His section is mostly him setting up turrets to attack Henry until Henry takes him out. Sammy then jumps down and plays a violin, doing this funky pied piper thing and summoning the greyscale band members to attack Henry until he takes Sammy out. Susie's part mostly takes place in the air as she'll drop down for about a minute to use a singing attack, then she'll jump up to the fake clouds and snipe at Henry. So yeah he defeats them and FINALLY he can get to the studio.

Henry goes into the studio and is faced with all the enemies he had faced before just more. There's also a mini boss, the Butcher Gang (technically there are three of them but they make one mini boss) but other then that it's the same. He makes his way to Joey's "lair", and confronts him. Joey monologues about how it's so much better now that he holds all this power and blah blah blah evil stuff and starts egging on the Ink Demon to attack Henry. The floor is actually mostly covered in rainbow ink. Also. You see the stages of this fight mirror the previous boss battles. The first stage has a lot of spinning and stabbing, the second stage is fighting through hordes of enemies, the third stage the Ink Demon tries to bodyslam Henry, and the fourth stage Joey snipes at you from above. Joey also has sprinklers that make certain areas untouchable. Anyways. Henry is getting overwhelmed and really regretting going in alone, but just when all hope seems lost...everyone he defeated and saved shows up! You see. Jack, Sammy and Susie are armed with The Old Song (this universe's version of the Calamari Inkantation) and help bolster Henry. The power of it also breaks Joey's gun somehow so he has to go down onto the floor (he was previously in a control booth) and use a roller to attack Henry. Joey also absorbs the giant or of colour he had so he can be more powerful. His ink is rainbow now. Anyways Henry ends up overpowering Joey and the Ink Demon ends up eating Joey, which causes it to explode because it technically destroyed the colour ball keeping it alive. So yeah! Colour and sentience is restored and everyone goes home!

But you see. There's also lore around this! You see in Joey Drew Studios you can see a lot of things branded Aperture. This is because Joey and Cave were buddies and had an alliance. Cave was actually spared from the greyscaleing because he was giving Joey power eggs so that's. Something. Anyways! Below is a list of all the canon companies we have thus far (Inkwell Studios is the rival company to Joey Drew Studios, and it's the company that "made" Cuphead so that's why no employees are listed)

Mann CO.

The Administrator: horrorboros

Miss Pauling: inkling (lavender)

Saxton Hale: cohock

Mister Bidwell: chum

Mister Reddy: chum

Jerry: inkling

Spy: inkling

Scout: inkling

Pyro: seahorse

Solider: octarian

Demoman: pistol shrimp

Heavy: cohock

Medic: cleaner shrimp

Sniper: octoling (raised by salmonids)

Engineer: hermit crab

Redmond Mann: inkling

Blutarch Mann: inkling

Grey’s Gravel CO.

Grey Mann: inkling (grey)

Olivia Mann: inkling (olive)

Aperture

Cave Johnson: inkling (orange)

Caroline: octoling (blue)

Doug Rattman: sea urchin

Black Mesa

Breen: octoling (ice blue)

Judith: octoling (green)

Colette: inkling (maroon)

Gina: octoling (ivory)

Gordon: clownfish

Barney: blue lobster

Kleiner: sea anemone

Eli: parrotfish

Azian: swordfish

Magnussen: flying fish

Russel: steel eel

Inkwell Studios

Joey Drew Studios

So yeah. Aperture does the salmon runs and it is actually even more messed up because a) there are just salmonids. Living among everyone. And b) Cave does hire salmonids for testing. But yeah you see he was friends with Saxton, but Saxton didn't like him anymore because he was preying on the weak and Saxton has an actual moral code so like. He stopped beings friends with Cave and Cave was like ok then! There's nothing stopping me from stealing eggs then! So he does that. Caroline hates this but she's terrified to be put of a job.

Nothing really happens at Black Mesa luckily, they just do funky science and come up with cool new stuff. Colette and Gina also have a band together because Decay Girls goes hard as a band name. Speaking of bands, Aperture has an orchestra that's entirely it's test subjects, both RED and BLU are bands in their own rights, and Saxton, Bidwell, Reddy, Jerry and Miss Pauling all play salmonid type music and are directed by The Administrator.

Also the story of the Team Fortress comics does still happen, Grey still attacks Mann CO. with robots, ends up killing his brothers, then steals Mann CO. from Saxton by exploiting Saxton's moral code that won't let him fight a child. So yeah that whole thing happens. It happens kind of far away though so it's not catastrophic.

So anyways salmonid territory is the Australia equivalent, and golden eggs are the australium equivalent (australium is gold that can extend your life, make you stronger, do all sorts of stuff.) Sniper was raised by salmonids, so he had believed for years he is one and was really devestated when he found out he wasn't. He was even more devestated when he found out his biological parents were using golden eggs to try and power their rockets (Sniper had previously developed a grudge towards Spy as he believes Spy has participated in salmon runs. So yeah. He doesn't like filthy child thieves). Heavy comforts him and tells him that even if he is an octoling on the outside, he is a salmonid on the inside. Then the Classic Mercs show up and shoot Sniper so like.

But yeah that's what's shaking.

OOOOOO THIS IS SO COOL HOLY SPARKLES

Does. Does your friend have a Tumblr by any chance? They seem like one of the coolest people ever and I’d like to meet them if possible.

[roboyomo]

once i study the rule of thirds and greyscale and start to utilize it in my future illustrations successfully. it is going to be fucking OVER for you people because i will become the most powerful adam artist and become known as THE adam fanartist (a dream). joking but i am definitely planning on making so many adam illustrations that i will be known in the projmoon community as the adam fanartist whether i like it or not. because i can and adam gave me the right to it's true he said it himself

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ADWD: Tyrion V (Chapter 18)

"This is no common fog, Hugor Hill," Ysilla insisted. "It stinks of sorcery, as you would know if you had a nose to smell it. Many a voyager has been lost here, poleboats and pirates and great river galleys too. They wander forlorn through the mists, searching for a sun they cannot find until madness or hunger claim their lives. There are restless spirits in the air here and tormented souls below the water."

Let me give you a bit of context.

They're travelling through the Sorrows, where stone men afflicted with greyscale reside. They've hit heavy fog. It's spooky.

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"We'd do well not to breathe the fog either," said Haldon. "Garin's Curse is all about us."

The only way not to breathe the fog is not to breathe. "Garin's Curse is only greyscale," said Tyrion. The curse was oft seen in children, especially in damp, cold climes. The afflicted flesh stiffened, calcified, and cracked, though the dwarf had read that greyscale's progress could be stayed by limes, mustard poultices, and scalding-hot baths (the maesters said) or by prayer, sacrifice, and fasting (the septons insisted). Then the disease passed, leaving its young victims disfigured but alive. Maesters and septons alike agreed that children marked by greyscale could never be touched by the rarer mortal form of the affliction, nor by its terrible swift cousin, the grey plague. "Damp is said to be the culprit," he said. "Foul humors in the air. Not curses."

We get a lot of information on greyscale in this chapter, and I can't help but think we should be keeping Shireen and Jon Connington in mind.

The main takeaway here is Shireen is fine, and Val is ridiculous.

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"The conquerors did not believe either, Hugor Hill," said Ysilla. "The men of Volantis and Valyria hung Garin in a golden cage and made mock as he called upon his Mother to destroy them. But in the night the waters rose and drowned them, and from that day to this they have not rested. They are down there still beneath the water, they who were once the lords of fire. Their cold breath rises from the murk to make these fogs, and their flesh has turned as stony as their hearts."

Waters rising, drowning the lords of fire. Cold breath, stony hearts.

I don't know.

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The heat from the glowing coals brought a flush to Tyrion's face. "Is there a Shrouded Lord? Or is he just some tale?"

"The Shrouded Lord has ruled these mists since Garin's day," said Yandry. "Some say that he himself is Garin, risen from his watery grave."

"The dead do not rise," insisted Haldon Halfmaester, "and no man lives a thousand years. Yes, there is a Shrouded Lord. There have been a score of them. When one dies another takes his place. This one is a corsair from the Basilisk Islands who believed the Rhoyne would offer richer pickings than the Summer Sea."

The dead do rise, and I know of one man who could potentially live a thousand years, so the rest must be wrong too.

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"Aye, I've heard that too," said Duck, "but there's another tale I like better. The one that says he's not like t'other stone men, that he started as a statue till a grey woman came out of the fog and kissed him with lips as cold as ice."

Personally I don't believe you're going to see a girl in grey wake a sleeping lord commander with a kiss, but I know some people do, so please enjoy the above.

Instead, he blamed Jon Snow and wondered when Jon's heart had turned to stone. - Samwell III, AFFC

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Beyond, half-seen, were other shapes: shattered spires, headless statues, trees with roots bigger than their boat.

"This was the most beautiful city on the river, and the richest," said Yandry. "Chroyane, the festival city."

Too rich, thought Tyrion, too beautiful. It is never wise to tempt the dragons.

How do you know it wasn't Jon Connington?

Will I ever tire of this joke? No.

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The drowned city was all around them. A half-seen shape flapped by overhead, pale leathery wings beating at the fog. The dwarf craned his head around to get a better look, but the thing was gone as suddenly as it had appeared.

Imagine Drogon appearing the second they drift through a ruined city destroyed by dragons. What are the odds?

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"What word from old Volantis?" Yandry called.

"War," the word came back.

"Where?" Griff shouted. "When?"

"When the year turns," came the answer, "Nyessos and Malaquo go hand in hand, and the elephants show stripes." The voice faded as the other boat moved away from them. They watched its light dwindle and disappear.

[...]

"Elephants with stripes?" Griff muttered. "What is that about? Nyessos and Malaquo? Illyrio has paid Triarch Nyessos enough to own him eight times over."

"In gold or cheese?" quipped Tyrion.

Griff rounded on him. "Unless you can cut this fog with your next witticism, keep it to yourself."

Yes, Father, the dwarf almost said. I'll be quiet. Thank you. He did not know these Volantenes, yet it seemed to him that elephants and tigers might have good reason to make common cause when faced with dragons. Might be the cheesemonger has misjudged the situation. You can buy a man with gold, but only blood and steel will keep him true.

Is that a reference to Bittersteel?

Even people who have been bought off don't want anything to do with Daenerys, hahaha.

You've got to love bitter enemies coming together to fight a common cause.

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I hate this. I hate this fog, I hate this place, and I am less than fond of Griff.

I'm thrilled another man is going give his life to save Tyrion.

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Tyrion still had the poison mushrooms he had plucked from the grounds of Illyrio's manse, and there were days when he was sore tempted to slip them into Griff's supper. The trouble was, Griff scarce seemed to eat.

Too bad, I guess another character will have to eat poisoned food.

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The fog concealed three-quarters of the palace, but what they glimpsed was more than enough for Tyrion to know that this island fastness had been ten times the size of the Red Keep once and a hundred times more beautiful. He knew where he was. "The Palace of Love," he said softly.

"That was the Rhoynar name," said Haldon Halfmaester, "but for a thousand years this has been the Palace of Sorrow."

The ruin was sad enough, but knowing what it had been made it even sadder. There was laughter here once, Tyrion thought. There were gardens bright with flowers and fountains sparkling golden in the sun. These steps once rang to the sound of lovers' footsteps, and beneath that broken dome marriages beyond count were sealed with a kiss.

Is this worldbuilding or something else?

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"Light ahead," warned Young Griff.

Tyrion saw it too. Kingfisher, or another poleboat, he told himself, but somehow he knew that was not right. His nose itched. He scratched at it savagely. The light grew brighter as the Shy Maid approached it. A soft star in the distance, it glimmered faintly through the fog, beckoning them on. Shortly it became two lights, then three: a ragged row of beacons rising from the water.

"The Bridge of Dream," Griff named it. "There will be stone men on the span. Some may start to wail at our approach, but they are not like to molest us. Most stone men are feeble creatures, clumsy, lumbering, witless. Near the end they all go mad, but that is when they are most dangerous. If need be, fend them off with the torches. On no account let them touch you."

Travelling under the Bridge of Dream has to be a reference to other literature, yes?

If they're anything like wights, I'm not sure they're as witless as they seem.

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Stone eyes are blind eyes, thought Tyrion. The mortal form of greyscale began in the extremities, he knew: a tingling in a fingertip, a toenail turning black, a loss of feeling. As the numbness crept into the hand, or stole past the foot and up the leg, the flesh stiffened and grew cold and the victim's skin took on a greyish hue, resembling stone. He had heard it said that there were three good cures for greyscale: axe and sword and cleaver. Hacking off afflicted parts did sometimes stop the spread of the disease, Tyrion knew, but not always. Many a man had sacrificed one arm or foot, only to find the other going grey. Once that happened, hope was gone. Blindness was common when the stone reached the face. In the final stages the curse turned inward, to muscles, bones, and inner organs.

Rest in peace, Jon Connington. Greyscale or dragonfire, either way it's going to be unpleasant.

So they cut off Illyrio's wife's hands, and then he kept them? I'm almost hoping that's not the real story, because ew.

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Griff drew his longsword. "Yollo, light the torches. Lad, take Lemore back to her cabin and stay with her."

Young Griff gave his father a stubborn look. "Lemore knows where her cabin is. I want to stay."

"We are sworn to protect you," Lemore said softly.

"I don't need to be protected. I can use a sword as well as Duck. I'm half a knight."

His father?

I understand why it has to be this way, but the writing suffers when characters are obscuring the truth in their own head.

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Tyrion had no sooner exhaled than Young Griff grabbed hold of his arm. "What do you mean? I am everything? What did you mean by that? Why am I everything?"

"Why," said Tyrion, "if the stone men had taken Yandry or Griff or our lovely Lemore, we would have grieved for them and gone on. Lose you, and this whole enterprise is undone, and all those years of feverish plotting by the cheesemonger and the eunuch will have been for naught … isn't that so?"

The boy looked to Griff. "He knows who I am."

[...]

The dwarf ignored him. "The blue hair makes your eyes seem blue, that's good. And the tale of how you color it in honor of your dead Tyroshi mother was so touching it almost made me cry. Still, a curious man might wonder why some sellsword's whelp would need a soiled septa to instruct him in the Faith, or a chainless maester to tutor him in history and tongues. And a clever man might question why your father would engage a hedge knight to train you in arms instead of simply sending you off to apprentice with one of the free companies. It is almost as if someone wanted to keep you hidden whilst still preparing you for … what? Now, there's a puzzlement, but I'm sure that in time it will come to me. I must admit, you have noble features for a dead boy."

Is Tyrion acknowledging Aegon's eyes are purple?

This guy can't keep his mouth shut, it's incredible. Massive credit must go to show!Sansa for telling Tyrion Jon's secret. What a good call that was.

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The boy flushed. "I am not dead."

"I am not dead yet, Mother." - Catelyn IV, ASOS

+.+.+

Young Griff hesitated. "Lannister? Your father—"

"—is dead. At my hand. If it please Your Grace to call me Yollo or Hugor, so be it, but know that I was born Tyrion of House Lannister, trueborn son of Tywin and Joanna, both of whom I slew. Men will tell you that I am a kingslayer, a kinslayer, and a liar, and all of that is true … but then, we are a company of liars, are we not? Take your feigned father. Griff, is it?" 

Really leaning into that kingslayer persona like his big brother.

+.+.+

Who better to raise Prince Rhaegar's infant son than Prince Rhaegar's dear friend Jon Connington, once Lord of Griffin's Roost and Hand of the King?

Do you have a pen and paper?

+.+.+

Every eye was on the distant light. As they grew closer, it turned into two lights. Then three.

"The Bridge of Dream," said Tyrion.

"Inconceivable," said Haldon Halfmaester. "We've left the bridge behind. Rivers only run one way."

There is so much discourse over this bridge, and how they've managed to pass it twice. Was it magic? Sorcery? Did they get turned around in the fog? Is Tyrion hallucinating?

Words can't express how much I don't care.

+.+.+

The dwarf turned, and there he stood.

The leap had shattered one of his legs, and a jagged piece of pale bone jutted out through the rotted cloth of his breeches and the grey meat beneath. The broken bone was speckled with brown blood, but still he lurched forward, reaching for Young Griff. His hand was grey and stiff, but blood oozed between his knuckles as he tried to close his fingers to grasp. The boy stood staring, as still as if he too were made of stone. His hand was on his sword hilt, but he seemed to have forgotten why.

If this had been Samwell Tarly he would have found the courage to do something, but that's a rant for another day.

Aegon's eager to join the fight, and then freezing when it's time to act. Could be foreshadowing future events.

+.+.+

Tyrion kicked the lad's leg out from under him and leapt over him when he fell, thrusting his torch into the stone man's face to send him stumbling backwards on his shattered leg, flailing at the flames with stiff grey hands. 

Fantastic, Captain Westeros is back.

+.+.+

The stone man flung the torch away. There was a soft hiss as the black waters quenched the flames. The stone man howled. 

Interesting words.

+.+.+

The sudden cold hit Tyrion like a hammer. As he sank he felt a stone hand fumbling at his face. Another closed around his arm, dragging him down into darkness. Blind, his nose full of river, choking, sinking, he kicked and twisted and fought to pry the clutching fingers off his arm, but the stone fingers were unyielding. Air bubbled from his lips. The world was black and growing blacker. He could not breathe.

There are worse ways to die than drowning. And if truth be told, he had perished long ago, back in King's Landing. It was only his revenant who remained, the small vengeful ghost who throttled Shae and put a crossbow bolt through the great Lord Tywin's bowels. No man would mourn the thing that he'd become. I'll haunt the Seven Kingdoms, he thought, sinking deeper. They would not love me living, so let them dread me dead.

And he brought his favourite plot armor.

And if truth be told, he had perished long ago

Not going to lie, that plus the drowning is reminding me of the Sailor's Wife claiming her husband is dead.

+.+.+

When he opened his mouth to curse them all, black water filled his lungs, and the dark closed in around him.

You can't tease Tyrion's death this many times and not eventually go through with it.

I'll sue for false advertisement.

Final thoughts:

At least I didn't have to submit a research paper on this one.

40 down, 9 to go. :(

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[dhoklaaminoacid]

leaving for uni in exactly a week after a year and a half of seeing me complain about tiddi and jee, you'll be glad to know im now done with both(yo girls growin) idk if its for the better or the worse, but my life at this point is so different from what 2019 ro had expected im not even half as happy as her, but i went out with my friend and laughed over an inside joke we had about corn, and i sipped diet coke looking at her smile her heart out, and just for a moment, i felt physically warm, like a switch had flipped and i had suddenly gone from greyscale to colorful mode and happiness seemed achievable, within my reach. i've been told im overdramatic when i say i've cried with a towel stuffed in my mouth and exhaust fan on and water running so my mom doesnt know im not okay, but i learned to not dismiss my feelings, and not gaslight myself into thinking that if im hurt its probably because i deserve it. idk what ive written so far but ig i want to reintroduce myself. hi, im ro, im starting a new chapter n my life, without the people i had cared most about for the past 18 years , in a uni i didnt initially wanted to go to, but in a brand new, one of the most beautiful cities in my country, to study my preferred subjects. i want to be happy, and i'll do my best to make that happen. i've been through a lot(not doing this for attention please), but i think i dont want to be dead anymore. "to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it."

[greenie-teaa]

Stuff I Played In 2023: TOEM

Hi all 3 people that read these it’s been a bit!! I meant to write this a few weeks ago but unfortunately I started playing Final Fantasy 14, please pray for me! Anyway, for once there’s not really a spoiler warning here because what little plot this game has is uh... not serious. But if you wanna find out yourself, careful I guess.

TOEM describes itself as a “photo adventure,” as the subtitle says. It’s essentially a collectathon puzzle game, to keep it as simple as possible. Take pictures of things, get stamps, move on to the next area. Or be like me and fully finish every area before moving on. Being a fully greyscale game, there isn’t any color to the art at all, however the art is very simple, round, and cute. It all works very well together and I actually really like this sort of art style. It uses the simplicity to make things either cute or goofy frequently, which I feel is probably the main draw of the game.

There isn’t a whole lot to say about the gameplay itself, though. Run around, solve puzzles by taking pictures, that’s about it. But the game is supposed to be relaxing and easy to get through, so there’s really nothing you can gripe about besides “I don’t like it.” I usually don’t like slow games like this, but it was charming enough for me to get through to completion.

The only real complaints I have are a lack of map (I swear I got lost so many times in the snowy mountain area) and a lack of consistency with the quality of the drawings. Some NPC would have a really artifacted, low quality body but their face was HD for some reason. It was really strange and made a lot of pictures I took just not look that good.

I hate that I can’t say much more - especially since the story is just going out on an adventure and eventually finding a giant crystal to take a picture of, the whole reason you left home in the first place - but the game isn’t really that long. It doesn’t take itself seriously at all and there’s jokes around every corner. It’s a very nice game if you have about 3 or so hours to kill.

[kyuureimu]

HEADCANON. hello! first written headcanon for the blog, I feel, should start with an introduction! or, at least, how kyurem would like to introduce himself as. I’ll be breaking down the notable identities he’s taken that will be most relevant as we follow his never-ending journey of existential crises. also, I hope you’re keeping up in cher’s headcanons* (like this language one*) because they’re just as important to this blog too and thus is required reading. also also, a reminder: Kyurem’s preferred pronouns are he / they / it, and are interchangeable!

From the top, a brief distinction before I continue: The Original Dragon is, as we call them, Isshurem, the Boundless, named for (or after) the ancient civilization of Isshu that predates Unova; Great Dragon is how common folk would typically refer them. Following the fall of Isshu, they have instead renamed themself Kyurem, the Boundary, to keep a clear distinction between the two eras and from extreme depression. The name Kyurem has since remained all the way into the splitting of the trio of dragons and onto the remnant, the Pokemon we know today.

The Tao Dragons come in many shapes and sizes and forms: their dragon selves, their inactive dragonstone state, and their human guise - thanks to their interconnected link to humankind and is the justification for gijinkas. Their human guise is a direct reflection of themselves and is very fluid - they can effectively look however flights their fancy (think the Gems from Steven Universe; yes we’ve made this joke too many times). But it’s very common for their appearances to be influenced by the humans they are close to as well, like they’ve made an imprint on their identities. This is very true for the Tao Trio especially and specifically; they are forever linked to the original Heroes of Truth and Ideals, so it’s no surprise that they will always have some sort of passing resemblance to them no matter what.

Now, onto human names. Isshurem has lived through many interactions across generations, but they generally stick to the name ‘Alleos’, or later, ‘Prometheus,’ with preferably no surname and no particular pronouns; you will refer to them exclusively as either name or Great Dragon as they’re effectively titles in their own right.

When awakening to the warring pre-Unova and becoming one of the spearheads of the revolution, a new and unassuming identity was immediately necessary. He has chosen to go by ‘Aurelius Vallis’ (nickname Lius), Undin + und / unda. He has more or less kept this identity throughout the establishing and building of Unova. (I will elaborate this further in a follow-up headcanon post.)

Fast forwarding to post-split and around that timeframe, he will outright refuse to give a name as that part of him may as well be as good as dead. In the modern times (and after literal centuries of self-reflection), he will still aptly ignore his former identity and instead go by ‘Remus’ during his day to day, no more, no less. You would need an immeasurable amount of trust for him to open up and let you call him Aurelius / Lius, and if absolutely pressed to provide a surname... ‘Devine’ would be given, but to get Kyurem to ever personally admit it out loud would be over his god-forsaken grave.

‘Greyscale’ started as a joke with the local children that took a liking to him, due to his general attire and attitude. He has since took that as his working alias.

[launching-a-thousand-ships]

Kurt Fashion: Loser Like Me

Link to masterpost

Yes, i’m doing s6 even tho it doesn’t even feel like a real season and is kinda a drug trip but whatever. Welcome to mopey/bitter!Kurt era *sigh*

Starting strong lol. I like the shade of green with the red, and the glasses are great.

Kurt in greyscale, always a win. Lowkey tho, have never seen him wear a watch??

Love him in blue, but more importantly why is he so uninterested in the mime? He took a mime class!

Gotta say, weak ascot game. The purple is nice, but tied like that it’s v small and looks like a bulky choker

I love his hat, but hate sad kurt in the rain. I get the struggle of early 20s/finding yourself, but this season is just... everyone failing and having to go back home? After all the excitement of the nyc plot... Not that this season has real ‘plot’ or like. ‘character’

Yep, mopey kurt. bc of the breakup that had no real explanation? this whole plotline is kinda meh, esp when they add in Karofsky and Walter and Sue and just........... oof. His shirt is pretty tho

For all the ‘lady’ jokes Kurt gets, he lowkey doesn’t wear pink... ever? This is more salmon/coral, but it looks nice on him! Approve

[modx-reborn]

A Public Display

Ngl this was saved as ‘a cold fever’ in my WIP folder but my dumb ass forgets to change the name of documents so often, I don’t think that it was the intended name.

ANYWAY here have some Ghostbur invis fun, now with the public play twist and maybe some darker ghostbur as a treat.

A public display pt.2: Here

SMUT UNDERCUT! MINORS PLEASE DNI

The new L'Manburg markets are always busy, with so much new stock and even new sellers that have come into the rebuilt city from the outlands. One could really not afford to miss it, you learnt that the hard way, weeks back you overslept and brushed off going to the market only to run out of a certain cooking ingredient, not a day later.

Needless to say, it was another week before you could make a majority of your standard dishes.

But as of late your visits into the city have been joined by a peculiar addition, Ghostbur. The greyscaled ghost had taken a liking to following you about, whether that being around your home or on outings like today, while most of the time he was cute and affection seeking. Disappearing and reappearing from sight with things like books and snacks, and one time a whole blue sheep, and even turning invisible to sit alongside you when people came to visit.

He claimed it was ‘So you had someone even if they got mean.’ He was almost like a lost puppy, his nature endearing and building a sort of affection for him, but today something was different.

To say Ghostbur was playing on the mischievous side of things would be an understatement, on more than three occasions you had needed to pull clothes back into place, as invisible hands pushed and shoved material aside to grasp at your hips. Giggles pressed to the skin of your neck, whenever you hissed out his name, vain attempts to get the ghost to stop and let you shop in peace.

Minor things like that continued for most of the day, some of the older residents of L'Manburg did comment here and there that I was maybe being pranked by one of the younger kids around. As not long ago people were getting boxed in with signs, covered in flowers, and even pushed into one of the ponds by a prankster with 'Too many potions’.

Only after the mortifying experience of having your pants begin to be pulled down, exposing the very tops of your underwear, to Eret as you spoke with them did the seeming pranks take a more interesting turn. Clothes being pulled and pushed aside became cold fingers touching skin through the material, almost as if it wasn’t there at all, and what was once giggles in your ears became the feeling of soft sighs bringing a shudder down your spine.

Despite the public setting of the acts, what started out as curious fingers slowly became more sure, gentle touches morphed into firm hands pulling your hips back into unseen ones, every stop to look over items is stumbled into as the ghost now exploring you takes them as chances to grind into you, and feather-light patterns drawn with nails quickly become wide palms cradling your chest.

Yet when you finally had a moment to potentially call out Ghostbur on his sudden shift from pranking to… this, any words that were forming on your lips are lost when one of his hands dips lower than your waist. It’s the shock of cold hands, unseen, felt against your thighs, nails dragging up and inwards, fingers splaying against your skin.

“G-ghostbu-”

“So pretty, so warm.”

The first words you had heard from the ghost since he had disappeared earlier in the day, unlike the earlier giggles this is whispered into your ear as his hands continue to roam, tracing a path that is all too familiar to you. The same path you regularly take when enjoying a moment to yourself, movements that he would only know if he had watched you one night in the dark of your room.

“I wonder many people would die to touch you like this”

Like this, he says, like this means standing on shaking legs, hoping that no one can see the way your body shakes when Ghostbur decides to press against your core, fingers just barely pressing into you. Like this, means trying to move out of sight, out of where familiar faces can see the flush that has painted your cheeks deepen as the words whispered to you turn darker.

Praise for not getting flustered from the pranks, half lost mutters about how pretty you look now, and even a surprisingly harsh request from the regularly gentle ghost as the phantom hands leave your skin, causing a broken whine to fall from your lips.

“Out of sight and your mine.”

A warning or a promise? With how he had shifted from joking and messing around to so brazenly, despite his invisibility, playing with you and causing this trip to the markets to be dragged out beyond the normal timeframe of your shopping visits, there was not a doubt that he was telling the truth. The moment you were away from the market crowd, he would be back and whatever he had planned on would be interesting, to say the least.

With the flush from Ghostbur’s activities lingering on your face and the shaking of your legs slowly easing, it was easier for you to finish up your trip. Most of the larger items set to be delivered over you attempting to take them with you, and even just missing the chance to apologise to Eret about the earlier almost pantsing before they disappeared back into the markets.

Under one of the few archways along the prime path, once unseen hands are quick to wrap around your hips pulling you back into a darkened corner. Grey hands once again pressing against your skin, no longer pressing through the material, but physically pushing your shirt so it bunches up by your neck and popping the button to your pants before returning to pressing and teasing against your entrance.

“All mine, out of sight and all mine"

"Ghostbur, w-what has gotten into you?"

”Everyone is always watching. Watching you, watching and wanting. So they can watch you want for me,“

An explanation but not one you were expecting, not as chilled fingers burry themselves in you crooking just so in search of the spot that would arch you into his touch. The hand that was not buried in you held your head straight, making you watch the entrance to the archway, while you were cast in shadow all it would take is one person to crest the stairs and all would be seen by them.

They would see, the furrowed white eyes of Ghostbur as he focused on dragging any possible noise from your lips, they would be able to see how your eyes rolled back, legs shaking when long cold fingers press just right almost dragging you and the ghost behind you to the ground. They would see how ragged your breathing had become as the grey lips that whispered in your ear turned to teeth buried in whatever skin was within reach.

But none of that mattered to you, your world had narrowed down to the echoing voice of Ghostbur, the feeling of him working you closer and closer to the edge, and the pressing grind of the hips behind you. The motion causing you to rock further into the fingers buried in you, not caring for how loud the noises you’re making had gotten, or how broken the begs for more had become.

Only when the hand holding your neck grips tighter, and the ghost behind you snaps out a sharp ”MINE.“ Do you open your eyes and feel the flush that had spread down your skin burn for another reason beyond your own arousal.

White eye’s glow faintly from the glasses that sat slightly lowered on the king of the servers nose, flicking across every inch that Ghostbur had exposed, lingering on where grey meets flushed skin, and wherewith the slightest pull backwards, even more, is exposed to their gaze.

"For now, sure."

The King’s words loud enough to be clear in their challenge.

[northisnotup]

Continuation of the amnesiac!Damen fic 

"I don't know how to do this."

It’s been a long day. Nik went home hours ago, with the firm instruction to text if he needed anything, both Egeria and Hypermenestra have called to wish him a speedy recovery, the sun is setting...and Laurent shows no sign of moving anytime soon.

He came back at three and has stuck like a burr ever since. Through the blood work, the scans, the neurological tests. Everything. Laurent knows things about Damen’s medical history that Damen doesn’t even know - and not just the things he wouldn’t expect to know, missing almost four years of memories. But things that Damen himself forgot. Like the concussion when he was thirteen from when Kastor pushed him down a flight of stairs. Or the bumpy keloid scar behind his ear from a dirty hit during high school gym class. The way he found out he was allergic to a certain type of sedative by experimenting...also during highschool. 

"Do what?" Laurent says, paging through the book in his lap too fast to really be reading it. Damen almost frowns. It's a good book. 

He makes himself consider. The spine is cracked, the pages dogeared, it's missing the jacket entirely and there is a stain on the cover which marks this specific book as the one Damen has had for years and years because that stain is mid range scotch from the time in his life that Damen was trying to drink scotch. He thought it would impress his father, but all it really did was give him wicked hangovers and mess up his insides. 

According to Nik, corroborated by Jo, Damen’s known Laurent for three years. They met in college. They dated for one year, and have been engaged for another. The wedding is set for next year at Damen's mother's summer home. 

So. It's entirely possible that Laurent has read this book before.

That's...weird.

He's had lovers before who knew his favourites. Jokaste would often order for him when they went out just to get him to try something new. But Laurent caresses the worn, scratched cover with gentle fingers. He pauses every few chapters to linger on a page or two before he continues to browse.

Laurent knows Damen's favourite novel well enough to have favourite scenes, and there is no reason why that should steal his breath. 

"I didn't like you, this morning," Damen says. He feels like he should be apologizing for it, but it just makes Laurent bite back a smile, finally looking up from the liquid warped pages. He looks rumpled, in leggings and what is probably one of Damen's t-shirts, his hair mussed and finger combed into a bun. He looks exactly like someone Damen would have been happy to take home.

And Damen was going to marry him. Or he is, when he remembers him.

Things are coming back already, a slow trickle of knowledge that appears without strain. Kastor texted him and he remembered the heavy emotional weight of sitting next to him at their father's funeral. Their mother's side by side in front of them, clinging to one another and crying quietly. He can remember the way Kastor grabbed his hand during the eulogy and hadn't let it go until they were following the procession.

“You don’t like me now,” Laurent says lightly, unfolding one of his long legs and poking his bare toes into Damen’s side. He’d kicked off his shoes to contort himself into his current position in the visitor’s chair and looks effortlessly comfortable, though Damen’s not sure how that’s at all possible. 

He swipes at Laurent’s leg, hand closing around his ankle and is hit with the sense memory of holding it before. Of pressing his lips to the delicate looking arch of that foot, wet and sudsy and of Laurent swearing at him for it.

“Damen?” all mirth has drained out of Laurent’s face, and the ankle in Damen’s weakening grip flexes and strains. “Damen, let go, I’ll get one of the nurses.” 

“Did I call you Achilles? Was that,” Damen blinks, trying to focus his blurred vision. His head hurts, but he’s had a low level headache all day. “Was that seriously the pet name I chose?” 

Laurent’s pale skin hides nothing when he blushes. Pink glows out from the high arches of his cheeks and across his nose. The tips of his ears look like miniature suns, rising. “Once,” he rasps, and clears his throat, tugging his ankle out of Damen’s slackened grip and curling himself back into a ball. “You compared me to him, once. Golden warriors both, I think were the words you used.” 

“I love the Iliad,” Damen says, helplessly. 

“And you don’t even like me,” Laurent returns. 

Damen thinks he’s starting to understand Laurent’s sense of humor, as sharp as the rest of him and dry as a desert. But that wasn’t a joke, that wasn’t even an attempt at a joke. “You probably already know I was planning on asking Jo to marry me,” he says. It’s a poor olive branch, but it’s about all he has. 

They both woke up this morning and had their hearts broken, so, they have something in common. 

“I was your rebound fling,” Laurent surprises him. “You didn’t like me then, either.” 

Damen opens his mouth to deny it, and then shuts it without speaking. Laurent would know better than he would, but… he doesn’t sleep with people he doesn’t at least like. Other people can. He tried, once - Kashel broke up with him for being clingy, which, in that case, meant wanting to get dinner before they fooled around. 

“We don’t have to talk about this,” Laurent drops his eyes back down to the book. 

“Maybe I want to talk about this,” Damen says it on impulse, just to be contrary but he’s surprised to find that he means it. 

“You shouldn’t be taxing yourself.”

“Laurent -” Damen watches him startle, and to his shame he realizes why. They’ve hardly been apart all day, and it’s the first time Damen’s called his fiance by name. “I asked you to marry me.”

“You did,” Laurent agrees, voice tight.

“And you said yes,” Damen wonders for the first time if Laurent has spent all day wondering when that would be taken back. “help me figure out why.”

“You were kind to me, back then. Kinder than I deserved.”

Maybe he got better about being casual, about feelings - but looking at Laurent in this light, the ring on his finger, the one Damen put there...he doesn’t think so. “Kindness isn’t something you can deserve.”

Laurent stills. Damen hadn’t even registered the jiggling of his knee until it stopped. “I’m going to go get a coffee,” he says, standing suddenly.

“Hey, wait -”

“No,” 

“I just -”

“I said no.”

“At least take my wallet,” Damen sighs, gesturing at the small pile of personal effects Laurent had grabbed this morning. 

It was only this morning.

Laurent sneers, looking down his nose like he always does when he’s upset. “Why would I need your wallet?” 

“Because…” Damen trails off, the trickle of memory becoming a flood, until between one heartbeat and the next, his life goes from greyscale to full colour. There are a million ways he could answer that. ‘Because you always put your debit card in your pants pocket and forget it there if you don’t have time to plan your outfit.’ ‘Because you never carry change and will talk yourself out of using your own money for a coffee, but using my money is fine.’ ‘Because you’re not really getting a coffee anyway, you just need an excuse to step out for a second.’ 

Looking at Laurent is like finally finding meaning in abstract. 

Laurent hates that book. Specifically, he hates the wildly popular movie that was made out of the book which tramples all over the themes and reduces the narrative to a cheap trope that people fight about on the internet. But when Damen is sick, or he’s had a bad day, Laurent will leave the book on his nightstand, along with a cup of strong tea. 

He can’t help the softness of his voice, “Because you don’t drink coffee after noon, sweetheart, and if you’re getting a tea, I want one too.” 

“What did you call me?”

Damen smiles, lopsided, and pats the side of his cot, which has felt Laurent’s absence since his goodbye that morning. He did too, even if he didn’t know it. “Hi, sweetheart. I missed you.” 

[kreauxlighe]

Ok so like, TGWDLM is my favorite so I'll just start by saying that (sorry zior) and I just really like horror and sci-fi shit. And so everything Hatchetfield has been a *blast* (season 2 is killing it so far) and I really enjoy how more often than not they're a spoof of one (or more) tropes in the horror genre. Abstinence Camp of course being slasher flicks.

BUT CONSIDER

A Hatchetfield timeline where Abstinence Camp is actually a franchise of slasher flicks. I did! While staring at my ceiling at 1 am and here are the titles with a brief summary & how it's received by the hatchetfield world:

Abstinence Camp - an indie film made with a nonexistent budget by a bunch of prude teens to unironically warn about the dangers of sex, it's so bad it's good and instantly became a cult classic.

Abstinence Camp 2 : Return of Chastity - The sequel no one expected or asked for but everyone watched. Was it made by the same group but fully aware of the joke? Probably not, it doesn't quite have sharknado 2 vibes. More likely a studio saw franchise opportunity and picked it up. It follows the events of the first movie. Grace went to college and ohno EXPERIMENTED . Maybe...kissed a girl and liked it. But got spurned and so came back to run that summer's Abstinence Camp with a heavy hand and a sharp axe.

Abstinence Camp 3: No one really knows who's making these but they can't really stop watching them? Tickets sell out within hours. Theaters have to have multiple rooms showing it. But like, the plot is incoherent. Spanksoffski is now the one killing people? Something about avenging a murdered Stephanie but the plot twist is she's alive and always was. Very I Know What You Did Last Summer meets Sorority Row.

Abstinence Camp : Origins No franchise is complete without a weirdly paced prequel that serves no purpose cause it's like the fourth or fifth movie in and it's not like we don't know how this ends. But it's still getting made. Even that, it's getting released in *theaters*. This isn't some straight to DVD thing. Who is spending the money on this and why can't people. stop. watching. it. This one follows the story of Jerry & Jeri, complete with new characters that we know going in mean nothing cause they weren't exactly relevant in the subsequent stories. Weirdly the goriest one in the franchise. Run time is always listed as 2 minutes longer than the actual viewing. Someone timed it. It said 1 hour 36 minutes on the box. A stop watched was started at the movie start. The time stamp at the end of the credits is 1 hour 34 minutes. But the stopwatch says 1 hour 36. What happened in those two minutes?

Abstinence Camp 5: 2nd Coming : They had to know what they were doing with this title right? They had to. The lettering for the poster is a mess. The 5 is also the 2? This sequel sees a return to something resembling a plot. A soft reboot of the franchise, a new generation, all new characters (with cameos, of course, by older ones who survived the previous installations). Much like the first movie the main character is sent to abstinence camp after rumors of her pregnancy spread. Only her rumors are TRUE. She claims she has no idea who the father is, that it must be immaculate, a gift. And anyone who tries to prove otherwise winds up dead. No one knows how this one ends because the last 10 minutes of the climax is just a striped screen. Like the emergency broadcasting signal but greyscale. The lines get more crisp over the course of the ten minutes. Shifting from ambiguous greys to stark black and white. Black and white. Black and white. Then the screen goes dark. Most people claim to turn it off as soon as it starts, a few say they fast forward to the end to see there's nothing. But whether you watch it or not, the 10 minutes passes. 10 minutes of black and white. black and white

black and white

[fcrmula]

welcome to heritage in greyscale: an interactive mystery.

this post will act as combination instruction manual and interest checker, so please drop a like if you’re interested in participating! there is also a more in-depth interest checker you can fill out so i can get a better idea of what kind of interest you have, but it isn’t mandatory.

here are some important links as well: tag - the cast - the set pieces (tba) - the props (tba)

now, let’s begin by explaining what the mystery is!

as you’ve probably noticed, n has--- especially recently--- been thinking about his birth parents. they’re something he’s always wondered about, really, but didn’t have the opportunity or means to search for them.

however, it’s now been a couple of years since he awakened reshiram, and he feels as if gears are beginning to turn as he comes into his role as hero of truth. it isn’t just his own curiosity that needs sating, either; reshiram itself wants to pursue this too.

the only problem is, n has almost nothing to go off. in fact, as he’s grown, he’s only lost potential clues, rather than gained any--- he recalls certain objects from his childhood that probably would have helped him search, but he doubts that ghetsis wouldn’t have destroyed them when he took n into his care.

there’s also his sisters, anthea and concordia. he’s long since realized they’ve known something was wrong before he did, and he’s certain they must have information that he doesn’t--- information they couldn’t tell him before, when ghetsis was still watching--- but they’re a lost clue, too. he hasn’t spoken to them since he first left unova with reshiram, and he doesn’t know where they are now.

in order to find his parents, he’s going to have to find some other people first.

so, how does the interactive part work? let’s continue under the cut!

here are some basics:

i procedurally drop hints and write relevant drabbles and the like, all tagged as heritage in greyscale

(certain otherwise unrelated rp threads may also be tagged if they have a certain relevant detail within them)

i occasionally reblog ask prompts that may let you grab more information if you send the correct prompt in/ask the right questions at the right time and to the right people; the prompts themselves will usually not be tagged with anything special, it’s up to you to figure out what questions to ask and when (though i may leave a hint or two in my tags)

the story is moved along partly by me and partly by... whoever wants to participate, really. without any interaction, the story will still play out on its own to certain extents, but participation will not only move it along faster, it also means potential influence on what occurs, and information that might not be revealed otherwise.

additional characters vital to the story can be unlocked through participation, pre-planned story events, all sorts of things--- you can find out more about that on the cast page

there are things to decode, hints to follow, and by GOD if you wanna take this super seriously and solve this thing ahead of the game then don’t let a single word i say ooc on this topic (or even seemingly NOT on this topic but secretly VERY on topic) slip under the radar either, i’m a sneaky little bastard!! i’m warning you!!!!! 

not even joking about the “seemingly not on topic, secretly very on topic” thing. seriously. i’m pretty sure i’ve already done that as of when i’m writing this and currently the mystery has barely started

to see this concept in action, if you’re familiar with my raihan (kibanafuji), then you probably remember the 182 mystery--- if not, you can click here (if you want to solve the 182 mystery for yourself, you still can! be sure to click that on desktop to ensure you won't be spoiled by the later posts; the link i provided SHOULD lead you to the chronological order i posted everything in) and hopefully you’ll get the gist of how that worked. for the 182 mystery, the goal was to discover information about raihan’s sister, what the hell happened to her, and why he’s never told any of his current friends he ever had a sister in the first place. goals included discovering her name, the when, where, why, and how of her death, and more.

n’s mystery will be similar, but working from a different spot entirely--- unlike with raihan, n’s memory is important, but could never hold all the answers. i’d say it’s necessitated this added layer of complexity, buuuuuut let’s be real, there’s simply something wrong with me and i did not have to do literally any of this it’s all just because it’s fun to me

now, time for some slightly-less-basics! (i’ll be reorganizing all of this info AND the last bullet list into a proper page at some point, but at this early stage, this should be adequate)

any redacted information/words will be written with solid squares ■, with one square per letter. spaces may not always be present to separate words, especially if separation would render it a little too easy to figure out just yet.

consider all ■-redacted information solvable and at least relatively important unless explicitly stated to be unimportant. (they may not be IMMEDIATELY solvable, though.)

things may be written in more than one layer of code. things that are in code may also be partially redacted.

all guesses at everything can be directed towards the askbox or to me on discord.

TIRED OF WRITING THIS POST I WANT TO START THE MYSTERY ALREADY

[mae-gi-writes]

I was the one who asked abt songs req Can i req cold/mess by prateek kuhad for hyunjae🥺👉🏻👈🏻 thank you💗

Cold/Mess | Hyunjae (tbz)

Listening to: Cold/Mess by praheet kuhad

This love isn't supposed to last, they said.

The morning fog rises up in the city of Seoul where Hyunjae has lived all his life, curling thick around its skyscrapers and lulling the people slowly out of sleep. The distant blurry street lights are nothing but softened orbs in the greyscale tones filling up Seoul's winter morning, and nearby he hears his neighbour's feet crunching on snow as he takes out the trash.

"I'll miss this," you whisper so quietly that he hardly catches it, having to pause a moment before your words make sense. It's not hard, the sadness etched in your voice is clear enough.

"D'you have to go?" he jokes as he brings out your coffee that you accept gratefully, blowing over its top as the warmth seeps into your cold palms.

"Unfortunately," you glance back at him, a sad smile dancing on your lips, "all good things come to an end."

"So," Hyunjae takes the first sip of his own coffee, grimacing as the heat burns his tongue, "best thing about coming to Seoul?"

"Duh," you deadpan, "meeting the one and only Lee Jaehyun."

Making use of his first name causes his heart to skip a beat. Mostly everyone knows him as Hyunjae now. The Boyzs' fandom has grown since their appearance on Kingdom and while he's grateful every day for the endless support allowing him to pursue his dream to make music, this also comes at a price. And this price, for Hyunjae, is loneliness.

With you however, he never feels as lonely as he does. It's like a miracle, the day you'd walked into Creker ent for your internship exchange program. Five people had been assigned to The Boyz as makeup artists, set designers, costume designers etc. But you and him had hit it off from the very first day.

"You like kpop?" he'd asked you within the first five minutes of knowing you. You had merely shrugged though, focusing on evenly spreading the faint salmon eyeshadow over his lid, "it's alright. I used to listen to it when I was in high school. Now though, not so much."

"Well, I think we gotta change that."

You'd laughed, "you sound confident."

"Our music's cool," he'd grinned at you in the mirror, "you just have to see us on stage. You'll understand then."

He'd been right.

"Okay seriously though," Hyunjae repeats his question and watches with fondness dripping from his eyes as you try to think, lips pursing and biting the inside of your cheek in thought.

"Hm, I'd say everything," you admit, a sheepish smile flashing across your face, "I've never seen a city quite as alive as this one."

"You know, Seoul's only a few hours away from Hong Kong."

"That's true, but who's gonna pay for my ticket?" Your eyebrow arches questioningly. His shoulder brushes yours, pressing closer for warmth in the cold, misty morning.

"I would if I wasn't broke."

"You're far from broke."

"Would you come if I did?" His brow quirks up in a playful challenge.

"Hey, I'd accept a free plane ticket any time."

He chuckles, maroon orbs taking in your features in hopes of ingraining them to memory. Quiet mornings like these are his favourite, maybe because this is the only time he gets with you alone, the only time where he can steal a few snippets of happiness between busy schedules.

It's a moment for him to breathe. Here, with you.

"I'll miss our conversations," you say without looking at him, "and our little adventures to the city."

"The illegal ones?"

"Those are what I'm talking about," your grin widens, "our arcade competitions."

He hums, "those, not so much."

"Sore loser," you're giggling when he nudges you a little harder, only for his arm to wrap around your shoulder to tuck you into his side. You're more than happy to relish in his warmth and burrow even closer if possible.

Hyunjae sighs against your hair, before a soft kiss gets imprinted upon your temple.

Still, you don't try to understand the soft flame of desire burning between your bodies. You don't want to understand what this might be, don't want to read too much into it for fear that you might walk out heartbroken.

It's impossible to start a relationship right now, when Hyunjae is at the brim of success and when you're going to be miles away in a few hours.

"Hey," his voice brings you back to reality. That quickly turns to surprise at his next sentence, "you're gonna keep in touch...right?"

Your heart soars, emotion clogging up your throat, "yeah. If you want me to," you manage to mumble out into the crook of his neck.

"I want you to."

"Okay."

"Okay."

He leaves another kiss upon your cheek, lingering with all the possibilities that it might bring.

But still, you don't question it. You don't question anything.

Not even when he tilts your head up to press the softest kisses against yours.