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The Hunters identity, his place in the world and the mystery of the blood trail. (apologies, this is another long one)

Big shoutout to everyone in the theorizing community who helped uncover details of the game. This is a collection of everything the theorizing community and I have uncovered thus far for the Hunter. Now then, let us begin:

Based on what we know from the Bandai Namco website, the twitter page and the developers, the Hunter appears to be just as any other resident of this world, he has no real life motives or goals and runs purely on his own twisted desires/base instincts, but unlike the rest of the residents who are each fueled and blindly guided by a different desire/base instinct , the Hunter alone is described as someone who runs on pure aggression,

he is bloodthirsty with a blood sport impulse that leaves him with a cold ambition to actively seek out and reduce people and animals to either nothing or trophies on his wall, this is the urge he must satisfy in this world, and as we have seen....he is willing to go to any lengths to pursue this desire. But while we had a basic understanding of what his character is, we still couldn’t understand who he was, and this was mainly because, well....we didn't know what he looked like under his dirty old burlap sac, leaving many of us to wonder...who is really the Hunter?... in order to figure this out, many of us found ourselves looking back to the Maw

As stated in previous theories, when we first see the confines of the Lady's quarters, many of us took note of the vast number of portraits seen hanging all across the walls.

And seeing as we already saw the chefs, the Janitor, the Granny and the Nomes pictures on the walls, we soon theorized many of these pictures could potential be portraits of residents from the Little Nightmares world whom we would one day meet in future games, and as we have seen from the Teacher and the Bullies introduction in the Little Nightmares 2 trailer...our suspicions are so far correct.

The only question we had next was...who among these portraits was the Hunter?, or rather... was he even among the vast number of portraits along side the Teacher, the Bullies and the Doctor?.

Now, as previously state, the reason this was so confusing and difficult to figure out, was because of all the residents we had encountered thus far, it was always the Hunter who we could not see a clear face, after all, he was covered head to toe. Yet despite not knowing what he looked like when we first encountered him, I, as well as others, soon realized we might have already been hinted towards who he could be.... where am I going with this? well, just as I said before, the Lady's portraits were always theorized to depict residents of the world whom we would encounter in future games, meaning the Hunter could very well have always been present, we just needed to analyze the contents of the game a little more than the other residents. As for how we would know...well....what if each of the locations in the Little Nightmares 2 game gave us this answer.

In Little Nightmares 2, when the school level is reached, we see Mono and Six enter through the school window, and of all the things to find in the first room they come across, be it bunk beds, toys or books...it was always the portraits which caught our attention. Of the many different pictures to observe within the school, it was four portraits in particular which raised the most suspicion.

Now these four portraits in particular were important because we had already seen them within the Maw. But of the four, it was the picture of the Teacher which stood out the most as we saw a beam of light shinning though her eyes to hint to the players there was something past it. However, what we soon realized was... this picture of the Teacher might not have just been to hint to the players of the puzzle which needed to be solved...but a warning of who to expect as Mono and Six tread deeper and deeper into the school!. The moment Mono and Six leave the confines of the first room, through the hole hidden behind the Teachers portrait, who do they see?!...it's the Teacher! retracting her neck as she enters a different room!.

In the hospital, a similar situation was faced when Mono and Six entered the children's play room, it was there we saw various pictures of antagonists who would be faced as Mono and Six treat deeper and deeper into the Pale City.

Pictures such as the Doctor, the Thin Man, the symbol of the eye entity, the part of the eye entity within the tower watching Mono and Six through the T.V. and the Viewers were all seen as drawings on the wall. The moment Mono and Six encountered the Doctor after entering the morgue was the moment we realized the pictures, portraits and drawings on the walls could have always been little details which foreshadowed what residents and monsters the players would face, now...where am I going with this? well, what if maybe...just maybe... the developers had always revealed to us the Hunter's true appearance and identity...through the portraits he had hanging on the walls of his home.

When we look at the details of the Hunter's cabin, we see many things, but of all the peculiar things we have to analyze, there were two strange, but all to familiar portraits which stood out from the walls. The first portrait was no stranger, it was the character whom we all know as "The Barber",

an obvious name considering the concept art revealed him in a barber shop with a barbers attire and scissors to match. As for the second portrait well....this portrait pictured a bizarrely disfigured man, however, unlike the barbers portrait, this portrait was seen again in the nomes attic.

Keep in mind both of these pictures were among the many seen in the Maw, but considering it was the man with the heavily disfigured face which was left to attract the most attention in the Hunter's cabin, many of us couldn't help but realize the developers might have been trying to hint to us this one picture was important towards understanding who the Hunter was and what his side of the lore and story could be.

Judging by the distorted facial structure of this man, it would appear as though only one of his eyes is functional enough to stare straight ahead, meaning he only had one good eye to see though...why was this such a big deal?....its because the Hunter only ever had one hole in his mask to see through!

But could this disfigured man seen in the portrait hanging on the walls, within the Hunter's cabin and in the nomes attic...be the very face the Hunter was hiding under his dirty burlap sac?!, was this the Hunter himself!?...maybe...but even if it was, we still couldn't understand why he chose a dirty sac to cover his face, after all, most residents of this world have taken measures to acquire masks to hide their horrific faces, and while we have seen portraits of the chefs and the Lady with their own masks still over their heads....why didn't the Hunter have his own sac or mask covering his face at the time his portrait was taken?

Some believed he could have simply chosen to take his sac off so he could have his portrait taken, however, what we soon realized was... its also not uncommon to see residents without masks, after all, we see the Teacher and the Doctor walking around without one in Little Nightmares 2 and they alone are never seen wearing one in their own portrait. However, the Lady of the Maw in particular is only ever seen without her mask in just one of her portraits... no mask...no makeup...nothing...but why is that?

why would residents like the Teacher and the Doctor not wear any masks, and residents like the Lady, the Chefs, some of the Guests and the Hunter suddenly start wearing one? unless...it wasn't until later that they felt the need to hide their faces...because maybe...just maybe...it wasn't until after something happened to them in their lives which left them in a severe enough state to leave them seeking a mask to hide behind. The Janitors portrait alone is seen in the Maw without a mask, his skin had simply draped over his eyes,

in his second portrait, we see him with his skin pulled back to reveal his sagging face and empty eyes, almost as if to tell us something had happened to him which left his skin detached from his scalp. Now, considering we have theorized the masks of the residents are crafted in the hospital, and considering we saw one of these fleshy masks on the wall with the same facial structure as the Janitor.. could it be possible residents like the Janitor really do seek the Doctor’s assistance to craft them a mask the moment they do decide to wear one?...maybe.

We always theorized the Lady in particular chose to wear a mask to hide her face later in her life in an effort to prevent herself from gazing at her now horrific reflection, especially if she did not already choose to do so in an isolated environment. However, because this world is the way it is and because it continues to fall prey to the influence, corruption and power of the eye entity, we had additionally theorized most of these residents only wanted to wear masks the moment their faces became to horrific to gaze upon as their reflection reminded them of the cruel real world they were so desperately trying to avoid looking back on. And should they ever decide to gaze upon their true faces well...just as we have seen with the Lady in the Little Nightmares:The Residence DLC... moments like that would bring them nothing but misery should they ever choose to do so, and from what is understood....many don't.

As for why a resident like the Lady would want to stare at her reflection despite it bringing her so much misery, well, considering just how much she is displayed to pride herself in her beauty with all her photos and statues, we theorized her attempts to look at her reflection were nothing more than acts of curiosity and a desire to verify if her reflection was still as hideous as it was the day she realized she could no longer gaze at her own beauty. As of now, the Lady has been the only resident to actually make efforts to look at her own reflection, none of the other residents are seen wanting to do the same thing. However, considering we do still find broken mirrors scattered all around the Little Nightmares world, its clear they still exist and hold a great importance, but to nearly all the residents of the world... they are not worth keeping around, let alone looking into, so they make efforts to get rid of them.

Based on what we already gathered, we theorized those who do see their image through the mirrors may feel compelled to destroy them and hide them as far away from them as possible. And just to be clear, the mirror seen in the Maws bathroom was not a mirror, but rather a two way mirror used to observe whoever was in the bathroom.

But If the chefs and the guests can sleep with their masks on, then odds are the large majority of the residents refrain from ever taking off their masks and refrain from ever having anything near them which will lead them to accidentally gaze upon their reflection, hence why we never see anything within the Hunter's cabin which could reflect his image and why he prefers to keep them in the attic. I will get to the Hunters mirror situation again shortly as there is an additional suspicion towards them. But if there are truly resident who do not want to wear a mask until something else occurs to them which will leave them wanting to cover their faces then...what could have happened to the Hunter that lead him to start wearing a mask?...or rather....what did he do to leave himself in a state where he would be willing to use a dirty sack rather than a proper mask like the rest of the resident?...honestly who’s to say.

Some theorized the Hunter had begun a meticulous process to begin replacing parts of his body through taxidermy by using cotton and other prosthetics in order to join his taxidermy family. Others believed the sack over his head and the single hole within it was meant to signify he had attempted to take his own life with a gun in the same way many other residents, like the viewers and the hanging man, have been noted to do once their minds are unable to bare with the eye entities hypnotic influence twisting, warping and corrupting their minds and their bodies.

But if he had truly attempted to shoot himself and failed then... is this why we only ever see a single hole in the front of his mask?... but never any damage to the back?...

did the single shot he make against himself...not pierce through the other side of his head but still lay low enough his eye so he could still see through the very hole which was left from the gun blast?, effectively leaving his actions as nothing more than a botched suicide attempt?...maybe... But whatever the reason at least one thing was for certain...whatever happened to him, was enough for him to leave a dirty burlap sac on his head, rather than obtain a mask like most residents tend to get to cover their own features... and whatever could be underneath his dirty burlap sac... may be far beyond what it once was.

But if this explains who the Hunter could be then...what is his reason for being a resident like the Chefs, Janitor, Lady, Thin Man, Teacher etc. rather than someone like the Guests or Viewers who's main purpose is theorized to feed, sustain and grow the part of the eye entity which lay hidden within their designated areas?

...perhaps the Hunter's surroundings already gave us some insight to this answer. The Hunter lives in the woods near the Pale city, just across the ocean waters which divide them. The woods alone are swarming with traps and televisions while his home is a run down and unkept cabin surrounded by more traps, birdhouses and various types of garbage.

In his cabin we see a kettle on the stove in the kitchen, as well as his clothes and a large brief case atop the cabinet in the same room where the front door would be, things such as this all imply he still lives a daily enough life within his home, in his own way, and might actually pack up his essentials to travel elsewhere. His attic is large, piled with more junk, bird houses, prosthetics like the ones from the hospital, furniture, cabinets, broken mirrors, mannequin torsos(made from skin?), briefcases, and body bags strung up to the ceiling. However, in addition to this, a secondary attic can also be reached by obtaining the mini nome attic DLC. In this secondary attic we see much of the same things, except for one little detail which I will get to shortly, and with a single nome inhabiting the space. In the shack, just outside his home, we see piles of traps lined up against the walls and on the ceiling, with a mountain of animal pelts pilled up all around.

Now, of all the details which can be observed within the forest level and the Hunter's home, it was always the taxidermized family which caught everyone's attention.

Of all the dead bodies we encountered in the forest level, it was these three bodies in particular which had been taxidermized to be placed around a dinner table, while one additional taxidermized body was left in the attic in the most secluded space possible.

The woman in the attic alone was one body many of us found peculiar as it had been placed in a space with many cabinets, shelfs and furniture set between her and the attics entrance. It was almost as if the Hunter went to great lengths to keep just her as far away from him and the rest of of his taxidermy family. Yet despite secluding her to the farthest parts of the attic, it became clear he made no effort to get rid of her, implying she was still important for him to keep under the same roof.

Not much is known about this taxidermy family seen within the Hunter's cabin, some believe they are a few of the Hunter's victims whom he had selected to be part of his made up family. Others believe they are the original inhabitants of the cabin whom the Hunter had killed but kept as he took residence in their home and made himself part of their family, while others believed they were simply his original family whom he killed after returning home from his journey outside the confines of the forest where he fell victim to the eye entities corruption, making him another mindless resident blindly fueled by whatever desire/base instinct appealed to him the most. But regardless of who they really are, there is no mistake the Hunter cared for them as he was even willing to set their bodies up to look like they were having a nice family dinner, with an additional space for himself to sit at the table. And although this gives us a little insight to his character...it was the forest which revealed a whole other side to his story.

Within the forest, we find the Hunter spends a lot of time setting traps to capture any prey he can get his hands on, however, he appears to ignore a large majority of his prey by either leaving them within the traps they have been ensnared in or just leaving their bodies anywhere else so they can rot away whilst being devoured by the animals of the forest.

However, Based on the body bags in the attic and the animal he was working on in his his shack, it would appear as though only a small majority of his prey is taken back to his cabin. Although, considering the large span of the forest and the ridiculous number of traps...could it be possible the Hunter only ever takes whatever prey he comes across rather than check every trap he had laid out?...maybe...now, the reason I as well as others think about this is because the hunter is noted to capture a large number of human prey...yet we only see a small portion of it in his home and nothing but animal pelts within his shack, but why is that?...what is he doing with all these bodies?.

We know the Hunter also has an interest in taxidermy, and yet despite knowing this...why did he only ever have the four taxidermized bodies, and only four bodies wrapped up and strung up in the attic?...where are all the rest?! shouldn’t his home be pilled up with bodies just like how we saw at the Maw?....unless...what if he was doing something else with them?. Even though we still do not have any confirmation as to why the Hunter has an interest in taxidermy, there is no doubt he is terrible at it given his taxidermy family and the animal head seen on his wall were all crafted within a poor skill level.

In terms of why the Hunter has an interest in taxidermy, well, this became a little more obvious as we thought about his character. Over time we simply theorized the Hunter had begun to expand beyond his normal hunting routine by taking an interest in other things which could correlate well with his need to satisfy his aggressive bloodthirsty desire. Taxidermy could have simply been one of a few things he was able to do himself which abided by his twisted desires and paired well with his need to endlessly hunt whatever prey he could get his hands on. But was this all he did to satisfy his urge?...no, no it was not, because aside from hunting, doing taxidermy and skinning the prey he captured, many of us soon realized the Hunter could have put his ability to pursue and capture prey to good use, not just for his own benefit...but for the benefit of the other residents.

Where am I going with this? well, what if the reason we saw so many people in his traps, but so few in his home, was never because he didn’t take them with him or keep them in his home...but because he found something else to do with them which kept the bodies from pilling up in his house!. What am I trying to say? well, despite the chaos seen within this world, we have always theorized the residents of this world still retained enough sense to interact with one another and maintain some sort of exchange which allowed them to sustain each other. The reason we say this is because this world has presented time and time again that it has its own unsettling system .In the Little Nightmares game, we see there is a boat supplying guest to the Maw, meaning there is an entirely different resident who regularly picks up guests from all around in order to help sustain the Maws life cycle by providing the hoards of guests it needs.

In the comics, we see there are residents such as the Ferryman who regularly find and bring kids to the Maw. On the other hand, residents such as the North Wind, appears to be in some sort of competition with the Ferryman as he also pursues children like the refugee boy, the only question is, was the North wind aiming to take the boy for himself?, to a place like the Maw?, or somewhere else?.

In the Nest, we find clues detailing blimps and a boat being an important part of the Nests existence, and considering the location of the Nest is at the top of a thin mountain way up high in the sky, surrounded by the large ocean waters, could it be possible the boat and blimp depicted all around are simply the only modes of transportation which are capable of transporting children and other residents to and from the Nest?...maybe....

And considering there is an added portrait of an unknown resident next to a blimp...was there someone who transported everyone there?...perhaps.

But regardless, its clear to understand why we have always theorized a select group of residents regularly supply other residents, children and people to other parts of the world like the Maw and the Nest which have already fallen to ruin. The only question now is...is the Hunter part of this? if he is then...why would residents like him provide their services to other residents of the world?...why would they ever want to do these things?

Well, considering the chaotic world of Little Nightmares and the decaying populated areas, its possible the residents of this world have no need of things such as money, let alone a system which revolves around it, no, if they are truly fueled by their twisted, warped and corrupted desires just as the developers state, then could it be these residents are just as we always theorized? do residents like the Hunter really have no need to seek payment for their services... so long as their own twisted desires are met?...maybe... but if the Hunter truly enjoys the bloody sport of hunting and lavishes himself in chasing his prey much like how he aggressively chased after Mono and Six...could it be the Hunter's role within this world is similar to the boat driver, the Ferryman, the North Wind and the blimp driver?, in other words, is the Hunter also meant to hunt down the children and people who are not yet corrupted by this world, capture them, keep them alive....and hand them over to the residents who actively seek such prey for their own personal use?....perhaps...but even if he did , how would we know for sure he is supplying victims to other parts of the world?...then again...who's to say we don't already know.

From what we understand, the Pale city alone no longer has any human beings, we theorized any former inhabitants of the Pale City who could not escape, had become the very viewers who are continuously hypnotized by the towers transmission which is being broadcasted though the tv's and at the top of the tower itself.

We always theorized these viewers are doomed to become distorted and be sucked into the tv's to be made part of the eye entities fleshy mass in the tower, until all that is left of them, as they succumb to the eye entities hypnotic light, are the very clothes they once wore,...and yet...this still doesn’t explain how the doctor is acquiring the bodies he needs to continue his work. Now, could it be the bodies the doctor is using really are bodies from people who had yet to be fully hypnotized by the effects of the transmission?...perhaps. As for where he was getting these corpses, well... we always theorized it was the Hunter who was helping maintain a flow of victims to supply to the Pale city in order to help sustain the eye entity in the tower as part of an unspoken and unknowing duty to please the very creature which allows him to live in a blissful fantasy just like the rest of the viewers and residents of the world.

In addition to sustaining the eye entity in the tower by providing a flow of victims it needs, we also theorized it was the hunter who helped provide the corpses the Doctor needed to continue his work.

As for why the Hunter was so willing to help the Doctor, well, perhaps it wasn’t just about feeding into and being blindly guided by his own twisted desires. Based on the prosthetics in the Hunters attic, we theorized the Hunter traded corpses for necessary supplies and any other tools and equipment he needed in order to continue his interest in taxidermy...but was it all really just about supplies the Hunter and the doctor needed to continue pursuing their own interests? was it really just about maintaining a flow of victims to sustain the part of the eye entity which resided within the tower?... or was the Hunter involved with other residents of the world whom he could provide a service to while still abiding by his own personal desires?...if he was then... who else could the Hunter be involved with?....was it the Maw?... is the Maw itself so well known by the world and its residents that even the Hunter himself would be directly involved with it much like how he is with the doctor and the Pale city?... well....why don't we just look at what we know in terms of the Maws reputation.

When Mono travels through the Pale City, he finds an apartment which contains a picture of the Lady and the same porcelain geisha statue which can only be found at the Maw. Near the end of the Little Nightmares 2 secret ending, we see a poster of the Maw on the floor of the apartment Six enters after she escapes the tower. This same Maw poster can be found in the Hunter's cabin near the end of the nome attic DlC as well as within the Pale City among the various number of posters lined up against one of the sides of a building. the Bully seen tied up at the school drew a picture of the Maw, while the Nest revealed book about the Maw residing in the children’s playroom.

Now, what does all this mean?...it means the Lady and the Maw itself are no stranger to the rest of the world, they are both known to a well enough extent by other residents. And considering we have already seen the Hunter's cabin portray the portraits of two residents, just like those seen in the Maw, while the school reveals the portraits of four... could it really be possible each of these residents know each other to an enough extent that they would be willing to keep portraits of themselves and others?...perhaps...

But if the Lady and the Maw are known by other residents then...what does this mean for the Hunter? if this picture of the bizarrely disfigured man we saw in the Maw and in his cabin were to truly be him then...does this mean the Hunter was or is somehow involved with the Lady of the Maw as well?....maybe...we did find a broken geisha statue in the Hunter's attic as well as a variety of broken mirrors. Granted, the mirrors are a little questionable since all residents of this world appear to make efforts to break, remove and hide any mirrors within their home. The only times we have ever seen an intact mirror was in the Lady's quarters where we saw the Lady stare at her horrific reflection, as well as when Six found the small mirror which proved useful in defeating the Lady. In the Little Nightmares issue #2 comic, we see a variety of mirrors all capable of doing many mysterious, wondrous and horrific things.

Mirrors are already known to wield peculiar properties against the residents of the world, with a variety of effects depending on how they are used. Mirrors are not strictly bound to one location, but does this mean the mirrors in the Hunter's attic could also just be his own which he had made efforts to seal away in a secluded area of his attic, rather than be something he took from the Maw, had he been one of its few guests who left with his life still intact?...maybe...

However even if the mirrors remain in question, there is no denying the Hunter could potentially know about the Lady and the Maw when we take into account the poster of the Maw found in his cabin, the porcelain geisha statue, the little nome in his attic which is the only nome seen in Little Nightmares 2, and the portrait of the disfigured man who we suspect to be him. But if the portrait of this disfigured man is truly him and if he really is acquainted with the Lady of the Maw then...why would they know each other?...unless...what if Hunter was able to provide the Maw a service so very few residents could.

Where am I going with this? , well...haven't you ever wondered how the Maw is able to acquire so many children?, there is no way the Ferryman alone could provide such a large amount of kids as he is only ever seen focusing on one child at a time, and considering the cruel fate many of these children face, be it at the hands of the Maws staff or through whatever accident they face as they attempt to escape, there is no denying the Maw may need a regular supply of children along with its many Guests...

In the forest Mono and Six find the remains of a single child within one of the Hunter's strung up traps, revealing to us that Mono and Six were by no means the first kids to have encountered the Hunter's area, there have been others who were not as lucky as Six when she had the good fortune of meeting Mono to help her escape.

However, if the Hunter truly captures children like Mono and Six, then...why don't we see any of them in his home in the same way we have seen his taxidermized family, the bodies strung up his attic and the piles of skinned animals? where did those children go? and why would he be so willing to leave the one child Mono and Six encountered in one of his traps?, yet go to such great lengths to capture Six...but not kill her just as quickly like how he had done so many other living things?...unless....what if he had other intentions for Six.

There are some who theorized the Hunter had kept Six locked up just until he figured out how to properly taxidermize a small child like her...but if he had truly attempted to taxidermize a child like Six then....why did he not take the other child he caught in his trap?...does he prefer his prey alive when its time begin his taxidermy process? but why would he chose start skinning a dead animal in his cabin rather than start with Six to begin with? it couldn't be he was unsure of how to taxidermize such as small creature like Six, after all, the Hunter had already been presented as someone who did not care much for attention to detail as he was so willing to pelt piles of smaller animals in his shack and poorly taxidermize the people we saw in his cabin. And considering he was away long enough for Mono and Six to escape the cabin together, one can’t help but wonder why he wasn't so quick to act and deal with Six rather than waste anymore time on other prey?...unless...what if he wasn't saving her to taxidermize himself....what if he was saving her for someone else!

From what we can gather, the children are known to have originated from some parts of the world which have not yet fallen prey to the eye entities influence or its many residents, as such, we have always theorized residents like the North wind, the Ferrymen and possibly even the dark figure seen in one of the tv channels sneaking into a child's room,

will seek out children from these areas in order to bring them to places such as the Maw and the Nest. Meanwhile, other unseen residents will bring others like the Guests straight to the Maw itself, but if there are truly residents who supply others to these areas then... what if maybe...just maybe... the Hunter really was just another resident who helped maintain this viscous flow of victims not just for the Pale City...but for other places like the Maw as well!.

If so then, perhaps his intentions towards six were never to use her for his own taxidermy obsession and bloody sport...but to keep her locked up just long enough for him to deliver her to the Maw when the time came!. Looking back at all the things we saw in Little Nightmares, perhaps it was always fitting to see the same traps we saw within the forest and the Hunter's home... all throughout the Maw.

And maybe it was also always fitting to see the caged child Mono and six found upon their escape from the forest, because maybe...just maybe...the caged children we saw in the Maw were not just children the Janitor captured...but children who had just arrived to the Maw after being captured elsewhere in the world!....captured and delivered to face whatever fate a place like the Maw had in store for them.

In addition to the caged children, we did find body bags similar to the ones found in the Hunter's attic, these body bags were mainly seen in the Janitors area where we saw him wrap up children and tie them to the hooks which would take them elsewhere in the Maw.

Now, whether these body bags belonged to the guests or were additional victims delivered to the Maw by someone else remains unknown, however, if the Hunter is inclined to send living children to the Maw then... is this why the Hunter left the other child's body in his trap?, because unlike like Six, the other child had the misfortune of facing her demise in the cage while never being discovered by the Hunter?, if the Hunter did find her after she had met her unfortunate demise, would he have had no interest in taking her corpse back to his cabin, let alone take her to deliver her to someone else as he is inclined to find living children, people, and animals to give him the thrill of hunting prey as he began the process of delivering yet another victim to the other residents who sought them alive?....honestly whos to say.

Now, whether the Hunter personally delivers the victims others seek remains unknown, but considering the great lengths one would need to make to travel to the Pale City, the Maw and the Nest, and considering there is still some sort of delivery system being maintained among the residents, as evident by the boat driver delivering the guests, the Nest portraying the boxes which appear to be being prepared for shipment and the mailman Mono encounters in the Pale City,

then maybe...just maybe...its residents like the Hunter who are only inclined to hunt what others seek... then hand them over to another resident who are more interesting in delivering such cargo, thus allowing him to waste little time trying to reach a destination which is not so easily accessible and thus leaving the Hunter to continue pursuing his bloody obsession in the forest while making as few trips to places such as the Maw as possible. If what we theorized is true, then considering what occurred to the Hunter at the hands of Mono and Six, one can only imagine what will happen to those who enter his forest now that he’s gone....or rather....one can only imagine what will happen...if he’s really gone.

Which brings me to the final… if not WORST part of this Hunter theory. Over the course of the Little Nightmares 2 release, I, as well as other fellow theorists have begun to come to a very unsettling…and very horrific realization. In the game, as we near the end of the forest level, we see Mono and Six work together to use the shot gun they found in the shed they had barricaded themselves in, and as the Hunter quickly and aggressively begins to tare down the door to finish them off, Mono and Six use the shot gun found in the very shack they are trapped in...to SHOOT him before he has the chance to force himself through the door! And with a moment of silence heard as Mono and Six collect themselves to continue with their escape, we had naturally assumed this was the end of the Hunter, this was the last hunt he would ever experience as Mono and Six became the first to shift the roles between them and made the Hunter himself the prey who would fall at the mercy of his own weapon…or at least…that’s what we thought.

Where am I going with this? well...if the portrait of this disfigured man seen in the cabin and in the Maw were truly the Hunter, if the Hunter is truly one of a number of residents who actively hunt down and capture people and children in order to supply them to locations such as the Pale City , the Maw and the Nest, if the Hunter's appearance was to truly inform us he had faced a botched suicide attempt

by portraying him with a raggedy bag over his head and a single hole which could only be left by a single shot gun blast to the face, and if this botched suicide attempt had truly left him with no other option but to once again fall back into his obsessions and be blindly guided by his twisted desires to continue his daily routine of hunting down prey and pursue his bloody impulses without ever thinking twice to remove the dirty old sack on his head then...could we really expect him to die after being shot a second time by two children... when his own attempts to shot himself directly in the face failed!?

And I know what you are thinking, "Oh but even if he survived shooting himself in the face, there is no way for him to still be alive after facing Mono and Six, after all, Mono and Six could have shot him in a more effective area, he must be dead! its impossible for him to still be alive!", and yes I understand that, but considering we have already seen shadow figures with porcelain masks lurking around the Lady's quarters, porcelain dolls running around a school, and cadavers with most of their limbs and their heads replaced with prosthetics, running around a hospital...could it really be so hard to believe a resident such as the Hunter could have potentially survived a direct shot from a gun... for a second time?!. And yet...all the while we contemplated this possibility....nothing could have prepared us for what we found in the Little Nightmares 2, episode 2 comic app.

In the Little Nightmares 2 episode 2 comic app, we see the Toddler child making his way through the forest until he comes across a hole to rest in. After he wakes up from a nightmares, we see him run out of the hole in the ground and reach a certain distance away from where he once was.

As the kid takes a moment to catch his breath we see him be startled by the sound of Monster Six's screams heard from a distance. As he follows the direction of the screams, the toddler eventually comes across an outhouse with a tv next to it. more on episode 2 can be read here:

https://itstimetotheorize.tumblr.com/post/649803530509680640/the-bizarre-mystery-of-the-little-nightmares-2

As we see the Toddler approach the outhouse, we see there is a clothes line tied next to it, similarly to how the outhouse next to the Hunter's cabin had a clothesline tied next to it...now...does this mean the outhouse the Toddler found is the same one we saw in the game by the Hunter's cabin?....honestly we have no idea,

after all, we see a clothes line, but we do not see a cabin, a shed, the heart which was originally seen on the outhouse by the Hunter's home or any of the other stuff which was pilled up against it and all around it. Now, could this mean this is an entirely different outhouse?...maybe...if it is, its not uncommon to see other structures just like the Hunter's home, after all, we did see an entirely different rundown house and shack as Mono and Six made their escape from the Hunter, so could it be possible the outhouse seen in the episode 2 comics with a clothes line and a tv by it, was simply just another structure within the vast forest area?...perhaps.

Now the reason this is all so peculiar is because we have always theorized episode 2 takes place during the events of the Little Nightmares 2 game, more specifically, after the Thin man is released by Mono. But of all the things we took note of in episode 2, one of the many peculiar details noted in this episode was how the Toddler is seen running around the forest...but never once seen encountering the Hunter. Naturally we assumed this was because by this time, the Hunter had already been shot by Mono and Six. However! upon further inspection, I as well as other had realized something....horrifying...something so shocking and so surprising that it left us wondering time an time again, "why is that there!?", what exactly was this shocking detail? well....it was the large pools of blood seen by the outhouse the toddler discovered!

Why was this blood so shocking? well, keep in mind the developers have always stated if something was important for the lore and the story, then they would leave it in the content provided just enough for us to notice, and since we have now noticed this additional peculiar detail in episode 2, many of us cant help but wonder...”who’s blood is this?!”. It was to large of an amount to consider it a child's,... no... this blood belonged to something BIG, and considering this trail of blood is even seen on the seat of the outhouse, well... whatever this blood came from was something which had taken the time to sit down inside the out house... and then leave! but is this the blood of a large animal?...or did it belong to the one resident who lived his life in the forest...the one resident whom we had always questioned had survived its encounter with Mono and Six in the old shack by the beach...did this trail of blood seen in episode 2....belong to the Hunter!?....Maybe.

Although this does beg the question...had the Hunter truly survived his encounter with Mono and Six, if he had truly lived through being shot a second time then....what could have happened to him after Mono and Six took the door by the shore and made their their way to the Pale City? would he have attempted to repair himself after regaining consciousness? stumbling and struggling to make his way back to his cabin while taking a momentary rest at the closest outhouse he could find in the forest... all the while leaving a trail of blood in his path to show where he was?....honestly whos to say.

Despite facing a loss at the hands of such small prey, would he still continue to bury himself in his work and continue to live his life in the false reality the eye entity had made all residents addicted to in order to leave him blindly guided by his bloody sport, while making the utmost efforts to avoid the cruel reality which will throw him back into a pool of misery just as we had seen it occur with the Lady of the Maw?...or would his encounter with Mono and Six have awakened a new interest, one which matches his urge to pursue and expand upon his aggressive blood thirsty desire in the same way he had done by taking an interest in the bloody task of taxidermy?, if he did then....what violent tendencies could be slowly taking over him as he looks back on Mono and Six?. Regardless, if he is truly roaming the forest once again, then who knows what he would be willing to due while being blindly guided by his warped and twisted desire after he contemplates what could only be described as his first defeat against such small prey... I guess we will just have to wait and see, for now its just a theory... a Little Nightmares 2 theory!

#little nightmares 2 #little nightmares II #little nightmares 2 theory #little nightmares 2 theories #little nightmares II theory #little nightmares II theories #LN2theories #ln2theory #the hunter #ln2 the hunter #little nightmares 2 the hunter #little nightmares II the hunter

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I need any headcanons for Asa and/or Jesse, you can also add others if you want. Like stuff like their scent they're usual mood, how you can tell if they like you, stuff that people usually don't care about ya know?

I have to admit I wrote more than I intended too, but I think it came out pretty good. Some headcanons I debated from watching their movies I think over 20 times? Feeling like a detective.

Random Headcanons

The Collector/Asa Emory

If I have to picture his scent I think he would have a combination of citrus, disinfectant, and dust; do you know how an old book smells, that rich smell of knowledge that is rather calming? That's how I picture him like. Why citrus/lemon/disinfectant? I headcanon Asa as a neat-freak so I think that would be a common scent for him, plus I don't think the flowery scents are his favorite when it comes to room air freshener.

Surprisingly, Asa knows how to dress, but doesn't care. He dresses according to where he goes; working at the university, working on his human collection. He is a more practical type. He never finds the need to dress to impress.

Asa is an introvert. His usual mood when he is his civilian self is one of pure calmness, maintaining a stoic facade, mostly so that people won't bother him. Now, he isn't a shy guy, more like socially awkward, and doesn't have the abilities of a social butterfly. He can learn to be but chooses not to. If someone tries to get under his skin, he will use his intellect to make said people feel like they're the dumbest and make them walk away in shame. As his Collector persona, he lets his inner demons free; the rage, the blood-thirst, he doesn't feel like he needs to maintain a facade anymore, because as the Collector, he is the master, the one who calls the shots.

If Asa likes someone he will never flat-out tell them or try to impress the said person. If you're a very observant person, you can catch him observing you from the distance, but as soon as you look at him, his gaze will move away from you. Asa likes to observe from the distance and there are many ways his liking to you can go; taking an interest in someone means the person will most likely end up being part of his collection like he sees a beautiful specimen and he knows they need to own them.

I picture Asa as having some sort of PTSD; nightmares, flashbacks can come when you trigger his past. That's probably one of the reasons he isn't so opened up to having someone care for him and trust them. The person who was supposed to love him unconditionally and be the guide in his life took everything away from him; his father we are talking about here. How can he trust someone who they admit that they love him when his father created him the monster that he is today?

He has some sleep problems, mostly because of how big of a workaholic he is. Working from morning to afternoon at the university then working all night on his collection can suck the life out of him. God bless the dark liquid called coffee.

The biggest characteristic of Asa is probably his intelligence and by all means, this man is a walking encyclopedia, not only on Entomology but also on other topics like history, art, and geography. Despite him being strong and intimidating with his stature, his intellect is the biggest weapon; a very good strategist and a master trap. You have to get the brains to make such things.

When it comes to relationships and you managed to somehow get into one with Asa, you need to understand that you have to take this man how he is, he will never change for the sake of someone. Don't question him, especially about his gruesome hobby. I picture a traditional housewife type would be the perfect shot for him, considering he isn't that much at home, someone has to clean the house and cook. I think everything in Asa's life is cold, metaphorically speaking, so coming home to finding his house immaculate and a warm home-cooked meal is a big treat, makes him feel loved and without you being a too push-over and annoy him. Give him his space and be there when he needs it.

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans

When it comes to Jesse's scent, I think it would go two ways or a combo of the two. The scent of metal, medical solutions plus adding some expensive male cologne, tobacco, and rich alcohol fragrance is what this man smells like. It's quite intoxicating and makes you feel a little dizzy, but that's Jesse's intentions, like a drug you're getting addicted to.

Looks are everything for this man, despite his face being turned into the horrors today, he makes a very good impression with designer clothing, perfectly polished Oxford shoes, and perhaps a Rolex? Cars are like accessories, the flashier the better. Why not a Chrysler, maybe a Jaguar? Perhaps a Rolls Royce? Cars exhume power and by Gods, Jesse loves the power. If you have the money why not buy the finest things life has to offer?

Jesse is an extrovert and when he enters a room is like a panther is stalking the room, looking for the next victim. He is no shy guy and likes to make his thoughts known by all means; signing, electronic reader? He has many ways. His moods wary, depending on the situation at hand and they come in all kinds of forms. Jesse can go from playful and sassy to downright vicious and brutish. He is a big tease and loves to make people flustered; men or women, doesn't matter.

He has a dark sense of humor and that can be shown by just body language; the way that he teased Princess Gemstone with poking her head with his knife 'This piggy went to the market. This one stayed home.' Or when Princess Gemstone tried to save a bounded girl, but she runs away and Jesse waved his hand in a mocking 'bye-bye'.

He has a God-like complex, always the need to be in charge and that is shown when he killed Preston for trying to take the title as Chromeskull. Now, that's his style and Jesse doesn't like cheap copycats. Greedy, Jesse won't accept other people trying to steal his kills and get credit for his work. Just no.

A theory of mine is that Jesse is running a multi-million chroming company. The reasons? Chroming is very expensive and you can get a load of money from it. How do I know? One friend chromed the wheels of his car and the cheapest he found was 400 EURO. The process of chroming is not only expensive but also very dangerous and complicated. So, therefore, CASH! But also when you came tons of money from snuff films you got to have a business facade so people won't brown-nose into your shit. That's what people with illegal businesses do, a facade business to clean your dirty work.

A prime characteristic of Jesse is his ego, his PRIDE. His ego and misunderstanding other made him lose his face and also WIFE. He saw himself as invincible and he didn't even think about his wife when he started all this mafia-like organization. Just shows how selfish he can be in my opinion and like his wife said at the ending of Laid to rest 2 that she hadn't seen him for months and she was pregnant; Jesse thinks only for himself.

Talking about being in a relationship with Jesse? Here goes a nasty truthful headcanon; you will be his trophy wife, just an accessory for him, and having loyal pussy at his beck and call seems like a sweet treat. You will be spoiled rotten, but that will come with the price of being owned and feel like that. Say goodbye to freedom and the option of speaking your opinions. Now, Jesse wouldn't mind you play a feisty spitfire, all the more fun to see you crumble down in obedience into his arms. The only option you have is to be diplomatic and try to best yourself at playing mind games because if you don't at some point you will end up like his ex-wife.

How you can tell if Jesse likes you? Pretty hard considering he has a habit of being a huge flirt and womanizer, buuuuut...You might have a chance to be something more than a piggy or quick-fuck, if you show that you're more than the common-looking piggies. Be smart, be independent, show him that you won't drop on your knees and choke on his cock; don't be an easy catch, if you want to have him want you as his prime trophy.

#Laid to rest 2009 #Chromeskull: Laid to rest 2 #chromeskull #jesse cromeans #the collector #the collector 2009 #the collection 2012 #asa emory #horror movies #slashers

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“James, could you hand me the pliers?” The cold handles should have tapped your hand by now or at least the scent of your fiancé who was just beside you admiring the efforts you were putting into getting their precious record player back up and running to dip into the collection of records. “James?” You asked looking up finding yourself now on your feet back in the barracks of that hospital where you had been forced into pretending to be Eddie’s brother. Onto your feet you stood and turned around seeing the other nurses readying the empty beds and stations for any possible injured soldiers.

The cocking of a pair of guns however turned your head to the words, “Lookie here, a little jack rabbit.” Swallowing dryly you stepped back and in the firing of the guns held by both sneering Bucky in his uniform and Steve in his Captain costume your hands rose from your sides drawing a pair of beds to morph together as a shield with blankets freed. Mattresses were lost to the cold tile floor now coated in the rubble of an explosion. Panting hard your body shivered under the cover of wildly flapping blankets and a heavier weight above the sheets engulfing your head and shoulders the scent of smoke and the distinct aftermath of grenades mingled with still burning flames. Around you walls exploding from the blasts collapsed to the sound of marching and engines soaring above and driving nearer to the smoldering base hospital.

Over that however louder and louder you could hear the sounds of the nurse who had kept such a close watch on you shouting over the engines to the sound of soldiers trying to drag her away, “You have to keep looking! She’s in there! Bunny! Bunny! You have to find her!” The building however collapsed all around you and was reduced to piles of broken glass, split burnt stones and warped metal with none else able to be heard other than those shouts for your rescue.

Finally able to unclench your eyes and above the floor in the kitchen on your floor you found yourself falling underneath your sheets and comforter. Just a foot to the floor at your hands extending flat beneath you in a hover you stopped with the blankets engulfing your panting self trembling in a drop of your knees to hold you. Again you had the dream, ending with those same shouts, though Bucky and Steve were new, yet not unexpected as this was around the time of year you’d crossed paths with your brother at that show. Smoothing your hands over your face the shaking was all the more noticeable to you remembering just why they had given you that medal.

Fifteen nurses in all and yourself, the youngest of the bunch with a single one who had claimed you looked so similar to her baby sister she’d left at home. Her and one other had been found alive once the Germans were through with their sport, both mangled and brutalized like the others both screaming for the soldiers hoping to take them to be healed to stop and find you. They knew what you must be facing if they didn’t, if they couldn’t, and their minds kept imagining more. There was a record you were shown of the details of that inspection of the ruined hospital, what those women suffered, their pleas to have the soldiers keep searching haunting those men as well who had shared accounts with the army Doctors.

A child lost to war imagined dead or enslaved by enemy forces to what terrible end. Two out of fifteen alive left to fear and dread what became of the lost little girl laid in wait until the men were asleep then ended their own suffering with borrowed pistols. Adding themselves to two more pine boxes flown home with daughters unwelcoming for open caskets, a flight delayed when remaining limbs and features taken as inhumane trophies from enemy forces gunned down were discovered and added to the caskets joining the numbers of fallen soldiers.

Among the tasks and photos taken in the separation from the brothers after the return to Canada was one where you had met the parents of the two found nurses who alerted the forces of your imagined fate. Parents who celebrated the news of your discovery among the soldiers with your brother, wounded and promoted to an officer’s rank, a rank the military upheld due to the alternative. Pure glee you weren’t captured, that one of their nurses had survived, a new patch of a historic degree was an easy gift compared to another pine box for a young orphan with no one to receive it. That was your weight, those nurses all honored in their falls as protecting the youngest, telling you to run, a half truth you had upheld remembering that report of their screams. They saved you, that was your gift of kindness for those parents unable to welcome their little girls home safe again. In your purse you kept their pictures gifted to you to never forget the women lost adding to the weight of your good name.

Turned from the bathroom on a midnight trip James in the light from the door eyed the stripped empty bed making him look around the room with heart giving a heavy thud, “Jaqi,” he whispered, “Darling?” unable to crack his voice louder mentally he reached out still feeling you at home asking, “Where’d you go?”

Whimpering back you replied, “In the kitchen,”

“Ki-,” exhaling sharply at your weak tone he hastened to meet you there wondering if you’d gone for tea and if so how you’d managed it with all the sheets so fast. Quiet as he could manage to not startle Venom he went on his toes across the cold floor to the kitchen where once past the sitting room he eyed you rising to your feet in the bundle of sheets and comforter. Hands outstretched to help you up and look you over asking, “What’s wrong?”

Shaking your head you said, “I don’t know how I got here.”

“What do you mean?” He asked brushing your curls from your face with hands lowering to circle your coated back drawing you closer to his bare chest. You shook your head, “Had a dream, the one at the hospital,”

“You were making beds when it collapsed again?”

“I,” your head shook and you wet your lips, “I asked you for pliers, I was sitting on a chair that vanished, I thought I was fixing the record player. But guns cocked, and I stood and turned, Bucky and Steve had the guns at me,” his brows fought not to clench feeling your nerves still on edge. “And I pulled beds in front of me, then I heard the nurses shouting to soldiers pulling them away to find me, and I woke up.” Out from the covers your hand pointed upwards lifting his gaze to the shimmering cloud of silver and blue fading, “Falling, from there.”

“That,” his brows furrowed in his shift around you with eyes still aimed upwards, “So,” he huffed shifting to be in front of you again with a comforting place of hands on your shoulders, “You can, teleport.”

“I don’t even know how I did it.” You squeaked out.

“Well, just like your mirroring my claws, that came out in your sleep.”

“Great, so I can teleport myself into the street middle of the night.”

“That won’t happen”

“If you ever wake up cold and alone you’ll know where to find me.”

He scoffed, “Your dream, you moved the beds and what did you think of? Best you can remember?”

“Spoons, I, I wanted spoons.”

Turning his head he smirked nodding his head at the open silverware drawers, “Spoons,” up again his hand moved cupping your cheek shifting your eyes to his, “I love you, come back to bed?” With a nod you leaned into the warm kiss he hoped might calm your trembling. “I’ll help you make the bed up again and I’ll hold you. Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t think I could forget their faces even without the pictures. I really thought someone might have helped them too.”

James hugged you as you reached the bed having brushed his arms under the covers to pull you into his chest, “We all did. I’m so sorry we weren’t there for that meeting.”

“I knew it would be bad, if I would have been split from Eddie, but, not pieces and trophies. Even animals don’t do that.”

“No they don’t,” he hummed tightening his grip on you.

“Don’t know why I saw the guys there.”

James smirked saying, “Maybe you saw their picture in the library earlier, We all know how much we’d like to see them filled with spoons like screaming porcupines.” Making you giggle and in his pull back move to remake the bed to bring you right back to his arms underneath those same covers pressing a kiss to your forehead in the start of a story of your favorite constellations he used to help lull you back to sleep on bad nights you woke to nightmares.

“Oof,” into James’ back you bumped in a turn inside your closet making him chuckle in his former try to fashion the bow around your back on the ribbon belt to cover the seam on the waist of the flowing mint dress reaching your knees with ribbon ended sleeves reaching just above the elbow. “Sorry,”

“No apologies,” a couple more slips of the ribbon and he grinned at his work adoring his times in the morning helping you to get ready, kneeling with the bow completed and hands raised to guide your turn to help you into the black heels to match the ribbon he secured. Peppering sweet kisses on each knee tailed by a warm lingering kiss on your lips enabling him to tangle you in his arms again, “Timeless as always, Darling,” his eyes traveled to your loose curls, “Down today?”

“Might just pin a side back,”

“I’ll help you,” That had you giggling and going with him to the bathroom mirror where he claimed your comb to ease the tight curls of yours a bit looser while you found a couple pins.

“This how men were back in your youth?”

Lowly he chuckled humming by your ear in a move to steal a kiss on your cheek, “Back in the days of those corsets and gowns you asked me if I missed, when the servants were scarce it was the husband’s job to assist dressing his wife. Numerous buttons and laces to adjust.” Again he kissed your cheek, “And no, should it cost me time with you no, I wouldn’t wish to return back to that time. I very much enjoy our morning routine. Do you?”

His eyes met yours and smiles spread to your sheepish nod earning another sweet kiss on your cheek, “Very much. What do you think would happen to this time if we would have one in a crib and one on the way?”

Again he chuckled humming, “Babies love schedules. Teddy is a lovely baby, no doubt ours will be just as mellow. I’ll make certain we have our mornings no matter how many munchkins we have.”

“Hmm, what about ten? Even then?”

Chuckling again he turned your chin to plant his lips on yours, “More munchkins the better, then Vic will no doubt be involved. No nannies needed for our little family. Our little morning routines may grow more crowded but I will always spare some time with just you, my Darling.”

“Sometimes I wish I could stop time, stay with you in a little bubble.”

“No you don’t. I know the feeling, but you don’t. And you never want to go back, because you can’t change things, you can’t freeze a moment, because the longer you stay there the more it will hurt.”

“You’re getting that look again,”

Shaking his head he tapped his nose on either side of yours, “We spent decades hiding in our memories. It doesn’t help, only hurts. The most painful thing is when you never said goodbye, never closed that book, almost like you’re trapped even when you try to let go until someone shakes you loose somehow. Change is terrifying, but we’ll be here, and we’ll face it together.” Sweetly he kissed you on the lips melting into the kiss you rose up a bit more to deepen it, then he hummed, “Us and our own little army, joined with however many squishy can supply,” making you giggle softly.

“Am I pushing too hard, with Kitty?”

Shaking his head he cupped your cheek staring sentimentally into your eyes, “He about shoved me off a cliff to be brave enough to hold your hand, and you were the one to demand we date and steal a kiss on top of that. What you might feel as a push is a gentle poke. I think he could have fun with a movie star. Breathe some life in his sails again, he’s already swooning, does favor blondes. Had you hurt his feelings I’d have let you know. So you go on ahead and keep befriending young miss Norma Jeane because her pulse picks up around him. We’ll need some of your magic to pull this mission off.”

You giggled saying, “Young Miss? I can’t be a year older than her.”

Again he kissed your lips, “All the more reason for you to be best friends. Young dears out in this rough city breaking rules and claiming names for yourselves. Need as many allies as you can get.”

Downstairs the doorbell rang and you stole another kiss then turned still in his arms to add your lipstick you blotted to be worn down more to the sound of Eddie’s hurrying to welcome the early guest inside. “She’s early,”

James chuckled claiming your hand for the walk down, “Maybe she’s hungry.” Grinning wider to the sound of footsteps following the racing paws of the dogs going down, “Subtle,” he muttered to you making you giggle again and spot Victor slowing once he reached your floor smoothing his hands over the buttons on his shirt. “Norma must have smelled Eddie’s cooking.”

Victor rumbled back, “I’ll get on the coffee.” You both nodded then grinned to his back following him to the stairs only for him to rumble, “I can feel you smirking.”

“I am merely adoring Olive’s excited waddle,” at the base of that flight of steps he turned for the next and you smiled at him in his brow ticking up at you, “You can’t say it isn’t adorable.”

“You’re plotting something,” he rumbled in the two steps you took closer.

“I’m always plotting something, whoever said I could be the voice of reason in our group of daredevils obviously doesn’t pay attention to my actions. I’m the hot headed one.”

Victor chortled, “You are not hot headed in the least. Mastermind if anything. And you, Pipsqueak, are just getting warmed up.”

“Keep encouraging me and there’s no telling what I may get up to.”

James hummed leaning in to kiss your cheek, “Whole point Darling. Let’s start a revolution.” You rolled your eyes to Victor’s chuckling turn to continue going down the stairs.

“Oh this is just so splendid,” you could hear Norma Jeane saying on her way to the kitchen, “Oh how precious!” Clearly meant for Teddy who Eddie named for her.

Dawn said in the hanging up of a coat, “You look lovely,”

“Thank you, I am terribly sorry for being so early, only they said it might rain later, and I didn’t buy an umbrella,”

You all came into sight turning her around with a grin and eyes darting between you and Victor who nodded his head to her, “Morning Miss Norma, coffee?”

“Ooh, I do enjoy a nice cup of coffee.” She said shifting watching his path to the stove for the water to boil before turning to the ground coffee and the pump contraption he favored using from his travels for a finer cup of coffee you still couldn’t stand the taste of. A much finer job of concocting the brew for the men here as you and Dawn used the boiling water left for your morning tea to go with your juice.

James said, “Well we’ve plenty umbrellas if you need one, tend to hoard them, never can walk away from an umbrella sale.”

Lastly her eyes shifted to the last to speak, her silent friend, grinning as you finally spoke to ask, “Hungry?” Her lips parted as if to protest and you said, “I should warn you, no woman goes hungry here, figures be damned,” making her grin creep wider, “Besides, no telling how long Miss Margaret will keep us on our feet today.”

On her feet she turned accepting your arm looping through hers to guide her to the table where she grinned at being helped into the conversation around her, Eddie grinned pouring the pancakes from the batter he had mixed, “Apparently Dave got these awful tickets to this fight today and I somehow got pulled along.”

James, “How awful we talking?” Setting the table for everyone including Norma not used to seeing guys handle the readying as Dawn continued to feed Teddy.

Eddie, “Apparently the guy is scraping the bottom of the barrel for fights, well under his weight class for his height and now he’s gone and paid for a chance for the third best fighter who has a habit of breaking faces. Fool’s gone and trashed his career before he’s even had one.”

Victor said, “He not eating by choice or for funds?”

Eddie, “Funds, sounds like. Owes some up tops and is trying to scratch up some dough by bumping the match.”

Dawn, “You can’t be serious, he’s paid to fight a high ranked fighter beat him out of a match?”

Victor shook his head, “Got to be a hefty payday for that beating, been there.”

James chortled, “Oh ya, like the time you got paid to track down that mule and came back with a split face.”

Victor turned pumping his tube of coffee saying, “Hey, I would have caught that mule hours earlier if that goose wouldn’t have spooked him. Not any worse than your saying you could find that bear.”

James replied, “I found the bear.”

Victor chortled, “Ya, then we found you butt naked down to your boots the next morning walking back to town,” spreading giggles around the table as James clicked his tongue at his brother trading embarrassing tales of his own in revenge.

James nodded, “Like I said, found the bear.” Looking to Eddie he said, “What’d third chair guy do to be taking bribes to fight?”

Eddie smirked saying, “Took a low punch to the kidneys his last try at a title match and pissed himself.” Drawing chortles from the brothers, “Trying to beef up his reputation.”

Victor nodded replying sarcastically, “Oh ya, fighting an underfed thoroughbred, bound to get him that belt after his bladder purge.”

James, “Don’t know why he feels the need to stoop, hit anyone in the kidneys hard enough they’ll empty their bladder.”

Looking to Norma Jeane you asked, “Have you seen boxing matches before?”

She shook her head, “No, I hear they can be brutal.”

“Only heard about them, and we had two boxers in our troops they liked to share on their favorite fights. One kept bragging about him nearly losing a rib from one.”

Victor chortled, “Oh yes, Tommy was fun, then he got his foot jammed in that storm under a log and was just helpless. So much for those broad shoulders of his.”

Norma Jeane asked, “Do you go to fights often?”

James shook his head, “Not since we were kids. Boxing was a quick hustle to earn some cash.”

Norma Jeane looked the brothers over, “You didn’t want to keep boxing?”

Victor chuckled saying, “You can only take getting hit in the face so many times before a desk job is more appealing. Jimmy’s an Engineer and I’m an Architect.”

James, “Ya, got used to breaking our knuckles in other ways. And when we got punched it was more of a surprise.”

Norma smiled saying, “Wow, you both must have done well back in Canada, out here in New York I can’t imagine anywhere else you could build something.”

Eddie chuckled finishing off the last of the batter, “Oh you’d be surprised how easily people could find room to build. But from what we’ve seen of Canada it’s not so sandwiched. Should see it just miles of green in the spring time, bound to be all golden and red by now.”

“Oh I bet it’s beautiful,” she sighed out, “I grew up mainly in California, not much for seasons near Los Angeles. Even here so far it’s wonderful, when does it start snowing?” She asked excitedly.

Looking to Eddie you said, “November? Late November early December.”

Eddie nodded, “Sounds about right. You planning on being here then?”

In a shrug as he carried the tray of pancakes over she answered, “I don’t rightly know. The company didn’t give me a time to be back, just said to attend some classes. I’m certain if they had something for me to be back for they would call. They know where I am staying, after all they are footing the bill.”

Dawn said, “No doubt if you are still in town Bunny and Eddie could show off the best spots to visit.” Widening her grin.

Food was served out and the conversation continued on all she had plans to do while staying here between her classes a few days a week. Clearing the table was when the bell rang and the guys all led you three to the door with Victor holding Teddy saying, “Have fun ladies. Find something nice.”

James opened the door for you revealing the driver there nodding his head watching as you were helped into your jacket and handed your purse. Eddie helped Dawn pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek after she grabbed her purse from him then he turned with Norma’s coat in hand. She thanked him for help easing it on as James stole a quick kiss from you and joined the guys in watching your group following the driver to the flag bearing car a group of kids had come to crowd around to peek inside. The car was empty and excitedly the kids waved you all off on your way up to Manhattan. Much preferring the subway over this spectacle with pretty much everyone you passed imagining someone from the First Family was inside, a fact proved wrong as Margaret Truman came out of the family apartment and joined you inside with a smile as you all shifted letting her sit between you and Dawn.

“Morning,” she said breaking the silence.

“Sleep well?” you asked and her head tilted slightly.

“Not really, bit of a loud night last night.” She replied.

“Well, Yankees are doing well so far I hear from Eddie. Or at least he heard from the sports desk at the Bugle.”

That had her eyes on you, “We did read those articles about Congressman Farley, he didn’t, we heard he was threatening a woman from Brooklyn, about his son?”

“He tried to, didn’t stay long in our home. I made my point clear to his son who obviously ran to Daddy for some backup.”

She looked you over asking, “The Brooklyn Bugle said his son assaulted a woman at Columbia, and then he went to your house.”

“Brent touched my breast in class and was shown the error of his ways. Following that his father came to our home calling me a whore and tried to threaten us. I didn’t give him much time to explain what threat he was issuing, if he would have me expelled or just to ruin my reputation, I kicked him out and he sped off when he pissed off the block for the slur he kept shouting. I consider the problem dealt with, no need for concern.”

Margaret, “Father was very concerned reading all the differing versions of what had happened. Then he heard Brooklyn, and he knew we had to check on you.”

Smiling at her you replied, “That is very kind. I do happen to be very resilient, not the first time someone has tried to intimidate me.”

Margaret, “No, I can’t imagine it would be.”

“For now, we should focus on the night ahead, on a scale of Coney Island to the Dentist how fun are we talking?”

Her grin inched out again as she giggled out, “Closer to the Dentist. However there is some footage father wanted you to see. Apparently there was a group of directors sent to film different battles and you were in a few. Other than that we will have a lovely meal through talks from various experts. A good few are just dying to get to hear your expert opinion on magnets.”

“Oh I highly doubt that,” you giggled out adding, “More like they want a good argument. Prove me wrong.”

Dawn, “If I can ask why would magnets be a big deal?”

Margaret shrugged, “Oh you never know, inventions and such. That Stark fellow especially might be interested with his flying car.”

Your eyes narrowed a tick as Norma said, “Someone is making a flying car? Oh that sounds complicated.”

“I don’t think magnets would work for that.”

Margaret said, “You never know.”

Norma asked, “How wouldn’t it work?”

“Well, a magnet gets weaker in effect the farther it is from something metallic, so arguably you would still need to be close to the ground or buildings if you manage to get it to climb up buildings too. Even then it could harm the people inside.”

Dawn, “If it fails you mean?”

“Or if it doesn’t, people are essentially magnets themselves, there’s iron in your blood, you put a powerful enough magnet up next to someone it could tear their blood out, stop their hearts, kill their brains which need constant blood flow. Not to mention the effect on their bones from the marrow inside where the blood is created. Arguably you could make a propeller powered platform that the car could hover over but you would be dipping more into aeronautics over magnet power. There would still have to be an engine that wouldn’t be affected by the magnet and fuel with a low enough metal content to not sludge up and clog the pipes.”

Norma Jeane smiled saying, “Wow, and you learned all that in your college classes?”

Looking at her you shook your head, “No, public library. And Eddie used to bring me along to the junkyard before the war, taught me a fair bit on engines.”

Norma Jeane, “How would you build a flying car then?”

To the floor your eyes shifted in thought and you said, “I don’t think we have what I would need. I would probably have to invent what I need first before I could make one. Probably have to have a way to manipulate propellers, but it would need something like a balloon for lift so the air forced out couldn’t hurt other people when it goes to land or take off.”

Dawn cut in saying, “And you would need to think on fuels as well.”

Norma Jeane asked, “Would steam work?”

“Could, though it couldn’t go too high, air gets colder the higher you get and it could freeze even with propellers. Part of how airplanes keep up, oil has a low freezing temperature and the engines pound so hard that it keeps the oil moving. If that was to freeze the engine would stall and fall out of the sky when the propellers stop spinning.”

Dawn, “But if you had a decent insulator for the steam it could work.”

Margaret eyed the street as the car stopped and smiled saying, “We’re here.” The door opened by help of the driver and out you came one at a time with the three behind the First Daughter eyeing the designer shop you had never dreamed of going to before. Two attendants came to open the double doors of the shop surrounded by cameras capturing the latest shopping trip for Margaret.

Inside you went and more attendants flocked to greet your group, all grinning as the doors were locked behind you by the doormen there to ensure the press was kept out. Margaret said, “I am thinking pink,” wandering off with finger aimed to a distant rack taking two attendants with her. The rest split between your group taking a rack at a time. Possible options were shifted to the arms of the attendants.

Each tag making your heart skip a little knowing how each dress you touched could have paid your rent for a year at least with ample for food and utilities. All the same the reminder from the guys had you grabbing a few options while Dawn did the same, choosing colors that might be flattering against yours. Lowly to her and Norma however you muttered, “I am sorry it seems we may be in for a boring night.”

Margaret finally made her way back to your group with a couple racks of choices come to see yours. “Nice choices, ready for the fun part?” She asked guiding you back to the changing rooms where each of you and all together looked over the choices of the others giving comments.

From a few flowing options to tighter ones you seemed to have shared that preference. Though from the mix you ended up choosing the one you thought James might enjoy helping you with the most. Forest green, a bit low in the back below the shoulder blades, sleeveless with a sweetheart top synched at the waist above the extra double layered flap of fabric over your backside and hips adding emphasis to your figure. Almost like an added sleeveless jacket over the skirt, that was simple flaring out at the knee.

Dawn however chose to go with her off the shoulder hugging purple dress to accentuate her figure while she still had it, streamlined to the flare at her knees with a belt around her waist. Off her dress Norma chose a maroon dress with spaghetti traps hugging her perfectly with a slightly tighter skirt than both of yours that she hurried to change out of to inspect the coats on display. While she chose a silk lined white fur coat she squeaked in easing around the hanger of the dress she’d chosen. Dawn’s eyes and hand fell on a white mink shawl she just couldn’t pass on close to a small blanket in size. You however couldn’t pass a grey fox fur shawl shorter than Dawn’s reaching just your waist.

Altogether the price was staggering but with the high profile event a knee weakening half off had you all walking out with a great deal. Norma wrote a check ensuring she’d been given a hefty payday to come and study while keeping up her appearance and wardrobe. For yours and Dawn’s you counted out your bills saved in higher amounts from tips along with some funds withdrawn in case of emergencies when you had hushedly reminded her she’d brought the wrong purse forgetting her checkbook at home. Though for the price anyways she would have needed to have a notice from her bank that Eddie had approved an amount like that for her spending. A plus you imagined for having not married yet, as one day you’d need a signed notice from James to carry in your checkbook he’d soon have full legal control of.

Final total counted out and passed over you smiled to the woman at the register saying, “From my tips and comic book funds.”

The woman gave you a curious smirk, “You read comic books?”

“I own and help design two comic series.”

Margaret sighed out taking hold of her bags, “I wish I had more time to read comics. Father has me focused on fundraisers and charities since the war ended.” Smiling again however she said, “Time for accessories.”

Shoes however surely followed in the next designer shop with purses galore as well to choose from. More attendants came over with ample choices on parade around you all to go with the champagne flutes you were given. Behind Dawn’s back you downed yours after a short while and traded flutes with her making her smirk at your wink allowing her a bit of time to keep the news in family. Half you drained to not have her seen as bubbly crazy with another smiling sip to finish off more of the near gag inducing drink. Shoes however requiring both hands allowed you both to pass over the flutes to inspect a pair closer. Exhaling sharply through a momentary fight not to shiver you caught sight of Norma sneaking another sip of hers she set down to hurry to your side asking about her own choice. “I think these would be lovely.”

“Yes they would.” You said moving to claim your own pair of shoes you surely didn’t need, yet with how hard the attendants were pushing and Margaret’s outright demand that you all had to have special shoes for the occasion. Dark silver pumps matching your fur covering nearly half of the top of your feet snugly in case of steps fitted thanks to the heel of it. Similar in shape to Dawn’s with a strap above the toe of the shoe covering most of the top of her feet in her favorite style in a purple shade to match her dress.

Norma chose red sandal heels and hurried with her hand claiming yours to bring you over to the purses before Margaret could snatch up the best of them. Right off Norma chose a white beaded one with a silver clasp as you eyed a fold over clutch in shimmering velvet the same shade as Dawn’s gown she smiled in accepting once she reached your side, admiring the golden clasp accent on the top flap. Under your arm hers looped and she guided you through to a few choices, on you couldn’t even open until you found a silk forest green clutch with three strips diagonally overlapping across the front, secured with a silver clasp and a golden stringed tassel on the side. “I think this will look good with your dress.”

You nodded peeking inside only to grumble at the price tag making Dawn giggle and say, “You know what James would say.”

“Oh yes I do, and Victor and Eddie, not to mention the Brocks.” She grinned and with bags handed over to attendants you joined Margaret in her inspection of bags, five of which she claimed for her own. Near to a sigh you murmured, “Please slap me if I ever grown that spend happy.”

Smiling at you she whispered back, “The moon would explode first,” luring your grin back out.

The young woman from good standing and good family clearly having no problem with using her position and name to get as much as she wanted burned against everything you stood for. From such harsh beginnings you had vowed never to forget that unending hunger, never to forget what cruelty can come with entitlement of any kind. Above all you had sworn to yourself to be kind, with so much anger and pain tucked away inside of your past you had hoped between bouts of sheer rage at those who were cruel or malicious snapping your final tether of restraint that you could be kind.

Hoarding good or wealth was never your intention, but having some cash on hand was always a benefit especially when you felt the urge to send funds to your cousin or aunt. They had work and ample funds thanks to the Brocks up there, still they were your family and the last of your actual blood. Family was what you were clinging to, perhaps if you could help them succeed and find comfort through their lives this pain from Steve might dwindle, the loss of your parents would never leave but maybe that one word he called you might muffle over time from your memory.

“Bunny,” Dawn muttered and blinking away the mistiness of your prickling eyes you noticed the trembling of the sterling silver lined mirror at your side you stilled with a smile forcing back down that path of mental wandering again.

“Rabbit hole, sorry.” Her hand smoothed along the arm looped in hers.

Softly she asked, “You don’t think Venom would hiss at my coat do you?” That had you giggle behind your lifted hand and she said, “He used to hiss at the mounted heads at my parents’.”

“It was the eyes. Skeptical of marbles, something with his old home. Dangerous to get trapped in.”

“Oh, I suppose I can’t use them for vases then.”

“You can, just glue them down so I can’t break them on accident.” Making her giggle and watch as you smiled and answered one of Margaret’ questions on a pair of bags she was stuck on to go with her new shoes.

With a grin she turned and asked, “Have you decided a major yet?”

“No, though I heard you graduated in the spring with a Bachelor Degree in Arts, well done.”

She smiled, “Yes, thank you. Nearly did not swing it, physical education is a fickle thing. But I passed a swim test and got my credit. Have you signed up for physical education yet?”

“Bowling, next semester, it’s a lawn course and they don’t want to freeze anyone.”

Her lips parted in a widening grin, “My father loves to bowl, keeps talking about building an alley at the White House.” She looked to Norma, who came over with a second bag she was considering, “Have you bowled before?”

Norma, “Bowled, oh, with the pins, no. My foster father talked about taking me when I was young. Always got put off, then the war started. You like to bowl?”

Margaret nodded, “Though I am not as practiced as my father. You, Dawn?”

Dawn chuckled, “Oh, we’re the ones who introduced Bunny and Eddie to it. Our town in Canada has a theater and a bowling alley, big pulls in town, used to make it a bi-weekly thing, have a whole tournament for it. Bunny almost won once.”

You giggled and shook your head, “You are generous, for all my skills in Advanced Mathematics the scoring goes over my head. I needed a split and I lost with a two pin blow against a five pin slammer. I thought my five strikes would have put me ahead but apparently not.” Making the ladies chuckle as you looked at the second purse in Norma’s hand, “Ooh, that’s pretty.”

“I know, pink fake fur, now I just need to find a dress to go with it sometime. My weaknesses, pink and fur.”

“I think mine would be mint, don’t know why, and yellow, I do love a good pop of yellow.”

Dawn asked Margaret, “What are your plans now you’ve graduated?”

She smiled saying, “Singing,”

“Ooh, brave,” you said and she looked at you making you shake your head, “Not against you, I’m terrible with speeches, I can’t imagine singing to strangers. I can manage a lullaby to Teddy or Eddie’s Nephews and Nieces but that’s my line.”

To herself she giggled replying, “I have heard that sentiment often. Though I doubt there will be any expectations beyond me being the best of the best.” She looked you over, “No doubt you were given that weight as well.”

“I doubt anyone expected much from me beyond becoming a housewife. War is over, back home we go.”

Margaret, “One day that will change, perhaps for our daughters.”

“Oh we’ll make it change, whether they like it or not.”

She looked you over asking, “No clue at all for a degree?”

“I was thinking science, maybe math. Just see how far I can get against the current. Apparently Columbia has women requiring a vote to attend graduate courses there.”

“They will vote for you. No doubt about it.”

“Well they’ll have to, I’m going for a Masters, though I will settle for a Doctorate, they will be seeing a great deal of me in the years to come.” Two more bags were rounded up before you all made your ways to the registers where your funds were dwindled even more with the half off bags and shoes. Though to go with the purchases unlike with the gowns the smiling woman behind the counter eased four bottles of Chanel No 5 in their protective boxes into small goody bags joined with a bracelet each, white gold with diamond and grey stones in sideways V’s all around alternating colors to the clasp. With lips parted you watched the boxes they were in closed and added to the goody bag to go with a box of chocolate covered cherry candies.

A call to the security team had Margaret off before her initially offered lunch in her own car while you were all helped into your own car where Norma smiled in dabbing her new fragrance behind her ears making you turn away blinking a few moments for the powerful scent. Certainly distinct, especially the hint of rose and jasmine in there almost had your eyes water. But as you couldn’t bear to wear much past the scent of green apple and honey from your soaps the fate of your bottle was sealed as a gift to Gina and Ambrose, soon to be joined by Dawn’s as the woodier ingredients had her stomach churning. Excitedly home again bags were lifted and with the help of the driver and brothers on the stoop from a walk brought up to be explored as the first of the rain drops began to trickle down.

James’ smile lingered looking you over as if to guess what you had bought, “Have fun?”

“Well, the three of us bought a third of what Miss Margaret bought.”

Victor chuckled and said, “Well she has been on tour recently.”

Lowly to James you whispered, “35 grand, I counted, she dropped without a blink.”

Victor stole a glance your way then focused on the bag that Norma was showing off to him widening his grin at the playful choices before she delved into the shoes available. Dawn crept over saying, “We even got these goody bags, I can’t keep the perfume though. Bit musty,” James looked over the bottle impressed at the elite French brand.

“Eddie’s sisters would love them, was going to send them mine. Anything past soap is-,”

Norma’s squeak had you all looking and grinning at Victor’s near soppy grin at her folding herself in her white mink coat, “Isn’t it just to die for?!”

With a nod he said, “Very chic, certainly will have some heads turning to that alone.” She nipped at her lower lip as he delved more into what he knew on furs.

Though lowly by your ear James hummed, “You bought furs,” using a finger to tug your bag closer making you roll your eyes at his lifting the folding boxes from inside it. The one you tapped he smiled opening and pulling out the grey fox fur shawl. “Now this is wonderful.”

“They had a lot of browns and whites, I liked the grey, and it’s so soft.”

He nodded and smiled at Dawn, “Do we get to peek at yours?”

She nodded and got to showing off her fur and bag and shoes ending with a stolen hug from James in her excitement, surrogate until Eddie got home before her trot off to get Teddy from his pen in the living room fussing from his nap noticing he was alone. Again James chuckled and got to inspecting your shoes and purse, rewarding you with a nice warm kiss and tap of his nose and forehead to yours a moment, “Perfect choices. Do I get to see the dress too?”

“When I hang it up. Thought you might like it, few hints to your old days. Will need help with it.”

“I will love it, you chose it.” Carefully he tucked your things back into their boxes and bags to take up to your room later as you went to go and check on the meal slowly cooking in the kitchen luring him in after you granting beaming Victor and giggling Norma time alone for their chatter to grow.

Pt 35

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castleoflions · 3 years

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Hey I really dig your Game Center Crown playthroughs. Do you have any games in the queue? What’s the best way to support you for game purchases or equipment upgrades? Thanks and keep up the awesome work!

Hey! Sorry for the slow reply, been stupid busy lately.

I have a few games I want to get to in the short term, and then two games I want to get to in the longer term.

Short term: 1. Little Nightmares (99% trophy run because the “Hard to the Core” trophy is outside my abilities...) 2. Little Nightmares II (Full 100% platinum trophy guide)

Long term: 1. Sekiro (because people have been asking me about this for 84 years and I really need to just...buckle up and do it) 2. Demon’s Souls on PS5 (but, if possible, I want to co-pilot this one with a friend who knows much more about the original and the overall lore than I do, so I think it would offer a good perspective)

If you want to support what I do, feel free to donate here, but it’s absolutely not required at all.

Thank you for the interest! 😊

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analyzing-the-rebellion-story · 4 years

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The Rebellion Story Analysis Addendum

It’s been four years since I finished the analysis, and a lot of my views have changed! Here are my revised opinions!

In italics is something I said in the analysis.

In plain font is my updated interpretation.

I highly doubt that Kyubey has a biological need for sleep, so I guess that means he’s just been lying there all night. Contemplating.

Another possibility is that he’s communicating telepathically with the other Incubators. After all, what better time would there be to discuss their plans?

Sayaka is a raspberry. Raspberries are soft, but have a strong and distinct flavor. That describes Sayaka pretty well, I think.

Kyoko is an apple. Apples are sweet and wholesome, but their seeds have traces of cyanide. This suits Kyoko well because, while she’s generally nice nowadays, she can be kind of a jerk sometimes.

Homura is a pumpkin. The pumpkin is a delicious and fulfilling produce, but it can be twisted into something frightening (like a Jack-o-Lantern). Considering Homura’s mutation later in the film…

Mami is cheese, a dairy product made from milk. The purpose of milk is to nurture young, and Mami is easily the most nurturing of the girls, so the cheese is referencing her motherly personality.

I wasn’t very serious about these interpretations to begin with, but in hindsight, there are far more straightforward connections between the girls and their respective foods:

1) According to the Madoka Wiki, raspberries are known as “healing fruit” in Japan. I couldn’t find a source for this, but if it’s true, then the connection to Sayaka should be obvious.

2) Kyoko being an apple is probably an allusion to her religious background (think forbidden fruit). This is reinforced by the fact that she stole a bag of apples in the original series.

3) The pumpkin is another one of Homura’s witch symbols, like the newts and owls.

4) Mami is cheese because Bebe eats cheese, and… well…

…Yeah.

This part makes no sense. The figures start crowding around Homura and Kyoko, and don’t leave until Kyoko agrees to keep a lid on things. Homura’s emotions influence the Gemworld, but all she wants is for Kyoko to keep a low profile. This would mean that Homura wants Kyoko to avoid drawing attention to herself, but at the same time is unconsciously willing attention towards Kyoko. What?

The figures surrounding them probably reflect Homura’s fear of causing too much of a disruption. When Kyoko agrees to keep her head down, the fear is assuaged and the figures leave them alone as a result.

The Incubators should’ve spent more time beta testing their memory-altering tech, because it’s proven to be very easy to awaken the girls’ memories of the real world.

Originally I assumed that the Incubators had wiped the girls’ memories so that they wouldn’t catch on to their plan. However, there’s a distinct possibility that it was Homura altering everyone’s memories, which would explain how she recovered her own so readily (and this is supported by the fact that her new world ability is memory manipulation). Kyubey does explicitly state that he wants Madoka to remember her purpose, so unless he thought that her amnesia was some sort of technical failure, I’m gonna place my bets on Homura.

WHAT THE-?!

This... This thing randomly appears behind Mami and displays a walnut, presumably for cracking purposes. I honestly haven't the tiniest clue what this is supposed to represent. Is it symbolic of Mami's dormant memories "cracking open"? Is it foreshadowing Homura's transformation into the Nutcracker Witch? Just... what the heck?!

Since this happens immediately before Bebe is ruled out as the witch, it’s probably just vague foreshadowing without any real symbolism. It could be argued that the uncracked nut represents the unsolved mystery, but since Homulilly is incapable of cracking nuts to begin with, that feels like a stretch.

A rune briefly flashes. It translates into, “you”. As in Homura.

This is supposed to be an answer to the question, “Who is dreaming?” from earlier. I’m sure most of you already knew that, but I feel as though I should’ve pointed it out anyway.

(If you don’t remember this part, it happens right before Homura does her witch test)

The pink spool reappears, only to be kicked away by the Clara Dolls. Not even Madoka’s influence can save Homura from this despair.

Another possibility is that, in her mind, Homura deliberately defied the Law of Cycles (hence the spool getting kicked). It isn’t until Kyubey opens his telepathic mouth that she realizes this isn’t the case.

Shouldn’t Homura’s parents be wondering where she is? Does she even have parents?! I’ve been wondering that since the original series…

I can’t believe it never occurred to me that Homura didn’t invite her own parents into the labyrinth. That’s pretty strong evidence that they’re either dead, or put her up for adoption at a very young age.

Seeing Kyoko at a diner makes me wish there was a spinoff series exploring the personal lives of the girls (preferably with drama-comedy themes). Also, those familiars are giving me chills.

Another thing that flew over my head is that those familiars were sent to kidnap her. Same with Mama, Hitomi and Kyousuke.

Mami summons a train, and unsurprisingly, it has a teacup motif. The deer are kind of random, though…

Since Mami primarily fights with guns, the deer are most likely a reference to trophy hunting.

The runes translate into, “The Eternal Feminine”. This is probably a reference to Faust, a poem that apparently served as an inspiration for Madoka Magica (it’s about a man who trades his soul for unlimited power. Sound familiar?). Here’s a snippet for context:

“Everything that can be perceived is only a symbol; the imperfect, which cannot be realized, here makes itself reality; that which cannot be described, here finally completes itself. It is the eternal feminine, always attracting us to the higher.”

Homura is definitely drawn to “the higher”, though the underlying theme of salvation kind of gets subverted in the end…

While I still agree with this interpretation, I don’t think I did a very good job at describing/contextualizing it. At the end of Faust, the main character’s soul is saved from damnation and guided to Heaven by Gretchen*. This achievement is attributed to the Eternal Feminine, a female essence that draws humans to salvation. This is precisely what Madoka accomplishes at the end of the TV show and is attempting to do with Homura in this very scene.

*The namesake of Madoka’s witch form.

When the explosion the over, the magic forms this symbol. I’m not sure what it’s supposed to be, though? It vaguely resembles the portal to Magical Heaven, but the color effects make it hard to tell. It might also be a wheel, but the contours are very crystal-like.

Don’t know if this was intentional, but the symbol bears a loose resemblance to a dreamcatcher. “Who is dreaming?” is a recurring question throughout the movie, and at this point in time, the world Homura “dreamed” inside her soul gem is becoming a reality. From her perspective, she’s also preventing a “nightmare” by relieving Madoka of her duties and returning everything she sacrificed.

I’m not sure where else they would go, Homu. You didn’t make a new world, you just rebuilt the old one.

She’s probably talking about the Law of Cycles Dimension/Magical Heaven/Land Without Cheese/whatever you want to call it. Homura only took the part of the Law that contained Madoka’s original identity, but since it was the original Madoka that wished for the Law in the first place, her removal caused the entire system to collapse and expel her angels, too. This is why she says that Sayaka and Nagisa “somehow” got dragged along too even though she only wanted Madoka.

In other words, Homura pulled the wrong block from a Jenga stack.

Lastly, I want to point out an observation I made about Demon Homura’s world. When she unravels the Law of Cycles and renders it inaccessible, but also forces the Incubators to shoulder humanity’s curses, the end result is a “middle ground” between the previous two worlds. Think about it: In the first world, Magical Girls are doomed to become witches, while in the second world, they’re ultimately saved by Madoka. In Homura’s world, however, neither of these things can happen, which means she essentially created a world where there is neither salvation nor damnation. I really hope the eventual sequel explores this concept further; it’s very interesting.

Aaaaaaand that wraps it up! I hope you enjoyed this little bonus round as much as I did!

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metalgearsolidexclamationpoint · 3 years

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I finally felt ashamed that, even though I’m a Dragon Age: Inquisition super fan who has written 100k of fanfic that will never see the light of day, I haven’t gotten the Platinum trophy. So, to distract me from problems both personal and general, I have started a Nightmare difficulty run of DAI.

I have gotten 4 Power and am about to go to Val Royeux, meaning I beat the Pride Demon from the intro and closed a few rifts in the Hinterlands, all without getting TPK’d. I was the only one left alive on one rift, but still. I read a lot of Nightmare strategy stuff before starting and a lot of them said the Pride Demon at the beginning was pretty difficult, and it was not, at all, which half reassures me and half makes me fear I’ve been lulled into a false sense of security. It seems clear that the quest where Haven gets overrun and you have to crowd control and defend the trebuchets (In Your Heart Shall Burn?) will be a motherfucker. That’s not even fun on Normal.

I’m playing as a female dwarf rogue archer and plan to spec Assassin, which is a little bit... really? Another Assassin? Of my 5 characters, 3 are rogues and all of them are assassins.* One was in no way planned out and I just took skills that seemed cool (Evelyn), one was planned out to be a dual daggers assassin (Cceily), and this one (Taylor) is going to be micromanaged as an Archer Assassin as recommended by various Nightmare difficulty tips’n’tricks guides. Plus, might as well play a class I know well. Now isn’t the time to try and figure out how to play as a mage.

*Raymond is a male human 2-handed Reaver and Fen is a female Qunari Knight Enchanter

I’m planning on siding with the Templars, because if you do Leliana’s side quest to hunt down Calpurnia, you can skip a boss fight at the end, and I am all about bypassing as many fights as possible. Still haven’t decided if I want to romance Josephine or Blackwall...

#dragon age #DAI #fox plays #text

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absolutelynochillonlydeath · 3 years

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Garden Wraith

2. Hope is A Bird’s Wings

The next few days for Wirt were…difficult. After the first week of his nightmares where he continued to wake up repeatedly in terror, he finally calmed down enough to continue the dream. He found that he always woke up in the same area as the lantern and the consistency of snow around the terrain always changed. That probably should have been his first clue that something was wrong and that all of that wasn’t just a dream, but he dismissed it. Every time he entered, he felt compelled to hold the lantern, the warmth seeming to seep back into him as soon as he made contact with the metal and a sinking feeling of realization curled in the pit of his stomach. He thought he heard whispers from the Edelwood trees he came across and fled from their gnarled, wooden faces of agony. The more he dreamt, the longer he stayed in the dream, the more he found himself wandering the forests of the Unknown, his feet following nonexistent trails until he reached familiar terrain. Or, what looked like familiar terrain. His body was so sure that it was familiar even when his mind was definitely unsure. Night fell and he continued walking, the light of the lantern guiding his path, though when he looked out into the darkness he left behind him without the flame to light the way, he found that light still shone and he could see just fine. The thought frightened him and he continued on, the snow crunching under his feet. He traveled on through the morning, not feeling an inch of fatigue as he did so, another piece of the puzzle his brain wasn’t quite understanding due to the thick layer of denial blocking its completion.

He continued on like this for about a week, completely isolated from any form of civilization, though he could swear his could hear whispers coming from around him. It set him on edge, but every time he turned to look, there was nothing there. He had picked a direction at random, hoping to find somewhere familiar, though some corner that he assumed was the one that wouldn’t get him lost was assuring him that he was headed in the right direction. With no way to be sure at all and still half convinced that this was all just some terrible dream, he persisted on as the days and nights passed, the ever present woods of the Unknown passing by in a blur of the same. Things passed by unchanged as he picked his way through the mist and gnarls of tree roots when things finally changed. Just as he stumbled into a thinner area of trees which seemed to lead to a clearing and almost passed the treeline, his heart caught in his throat at the sight before him. It was the old mill that he and Greg had first come across. It looked better than when they left it, the giant holes and broken wood of the building having been mended. It was definitely a sign that time had passed and from the looks of the smoke billowing from the chimney, the Woodsman was still there. But as he took a step to enter the clearing, his vision blurred before rapidly going to black and he felt a persistent tugging at his chest, leading back into the mist. He blinked rapidly as the dark took over the last thing he saw was the flickering lantern tumbling from his hands.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was back in his bed, his body angled towards the window. Blinking away the morning sunlight streaming through, he felt confusion seep into his brain, the dregs of sleep and the sensation of the cold still clinging to his hay mind, but there was also relief as he finished waking up. He wasn’t in the Unknown. He was home, safely in his room. He had beaten he Beast and escaped the Unknown with Greg. They hadn’t even gone near the cemetery wall since Halloween, so there was no way he’d have gone back. It was all just a very long dream. It was just an extension of the nightmares he had been dealing with before, though a bit tamer than usual. He wasn’t very surprised he still thought of the Unknown, though a little bit disturbed. He had read about traumas sticking with a person for years afterwards and the teen supposed that it was just his mind’s way of dealing with it. And people had had long dreams before, right? So, there was probably nothing to worry about. With his reassurances, Wirt sighed and got up, already hearing the telltale signs of the household awakening and got ready to face the day. Putting on clothes and attempting his best to manage his hair, he looked deeply at himself in the mirror and tried to convince himself of his thoughts.

‘It’s fine. I’ll be fine. I can deal with this. It was just a dream after all. They’re just dreams.’ He thought to himself and left the bathroom, heading downstairs to his family and if he just so happened to hug his brother extra tightly and a little bit longer than usual, it was nobody’s business but his own. Not even his mother and stepfather’s surprised looks or Greg’s knowing one would make him say anything about it. It was only a dream after all. They would fade away soon enough.

But fate was rarely kind, and as night fell and he lay down to sleep after a long day of snowball fights with his friends and Greg, he fell into darkness and his eyes opened again to the snow-covered lands of the Unknown. He was back where he was before he had woken up, the mill before him, though now thoroughly buried in snow whereas before it had only been an inch or two. Winter’s chill bit through him and he shivered slightly. The cold seemed to not only tear through his clothes and into his skin but seemed to wrack tremors through his very being. Looking around, he found that the lantern was once again there, though its flame was now flickering wildly as if it were the rapid beating heart of a frightened bird. He wasn’t sure why he picked it up again, he really should have just left the dumb thing there to rust in the snow after all the trouble and terror it and its owner had caused him, but something in him told him that he should. Against his better judgement, he stepped forward and stretched his hand out.

Once again, as soon as the flesh of his palm made contact with the cold metal, a warmth spread through his chest, erasing whatever chill he felt from the wind entirely. Deep down, he knew t was odd that there was something wrong with that feeling but he didn’t want to think about the implications of what this could mean and tried to reason away his relief. He couldn’t go without light, now could he? Right? Right. He just needed it as a light source. The forest of the Unknown was very dark, so he needed that. Maybe it could also count as a spoil of war? This was the only remnant left of the Beast other than the possible Edelwood trees still around, but he wasn’t going out of his way to look for those, so the lantern would do. Not that he really thought of it as a trophy, defeated monster or not. But it still didn’t explain his hesitance of leaving the light behind, especially since he and Greg had made their way through the Unknown just fine without it. Pushing down the feelings and unsettling thoughts, he trudged forward through the snow with less effort than he thought it would take and knocked on the door rapidly. Walking through the snow, he saw the lights in the house flickering cheerily in contrast with the snow clouded sky and it brought hope to him that there were people inside. Maybe it was the Woodsman? And his daughter if she had gotten released by the Beast after his defeat. Hopefully the man would let him in to stay for a while. This was his dream, so he should let Wirt stay, but the teen hadn’t had such a vivid dream before. This was all new to him and he was half expecting Beatrice to fly to him out of nowhere and start nagging him.

After a few moments of not receiving an answer, he knocked again more tentatively this time, looking at the setting sun behind him warily. He may not have been as bothered by the cold as he thought he should have been, dream or no dream, but that didn’t mean he wanted to spend any more time there than necessary out in the snow with the amount of bad memories it caused. Winter at home was one thing, but winter in his dream of the Unknown brought up fear and anxiety. Finally, after another few moments of waiting, there was a sign of life from inside and Wirt heard voices coming from inside, though none of them he could identify. There was what sounded like a bit of a scuffle on the other side of the door along with the barking of a dog and before he knew it, the door swung open and three red haired boys of various ages peered up at him, eyes wide in curiosity.

“Who is it?”

“Who’re you?”

“You’re wearing weird clothes.”

“Where’d you come from?”

“Why’re you here?”

The flood of questions mixed with the barking of the very familiar looking dog set Wirt completely on edge and he was floundering for an answer when the boys and dog were moved aside, a plump woman taking their place and frowning at them.

“Joseph! Donald! Thomas! What did I tell you about harassing people at the door?! And what did I tell you about letting the dog loose inside the house?” she yelled at them in annoyance and moved the grinning boys out of the way. They let out a cacophony of answers before grinning and scampering off into the house again. Her frown melted into a smile as she turned back to look him over.

“And who might you be, dear? I can’t imagine you’ve come from far in this snow, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before?’ she asked and Wirt floundered again, mouth agape.

“Well?” she asked again and Wirt scrambled for words, his face flushed a little in embarrassment.

“Oh, um, sorry, I, uh, I was a-actually looking for the Woodsman? I-I thought he lived here, but I guess I made a mistake.” He stuttered shyly and the woman simply blinked in surprise and confusion.

“The Woodsman? He hasn’t been here in, well, almost three years. He moved away with his daughter some time ago.” He said and Wirt’s eyebrows shot up in shock. What? Three years? That long? Then again, he and Greg thought they spent quite a long time in the Unknown while in all actuality, it had only been a few minutes while they were drowning in the lake.

“Oh, come inside, won’t you, dear? It’s freezing out there and we can’t have you be lost in the dark!” she said and ushered him in. The teen nodded numbly before stepping in and closing the door behind him.

“Thank you, ma’am.” He said politely and she smiled, ushering him over to the fire and grabbing a blanket to throw over him.

“It’s no trouble. And just call me Peony. No need to be so formal.” She chided and he nodded, curling into the warm cloth.

“My name is Wirt.” He said softly and she nodded in acknowledgement.

“There we are. Warm up by the fire and I’ll get you something hot to drink as well.” She said cheerfully and bustled off into a different room. Wirt stood with the blanket around his shoulders and lantern still in hand, completely bewildered at what to do. Whatever plans he had for finding the Woodsman and now he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know these people and he didn’t quite know who else to go to. Maybe he would head to Pottsfield when it was daylight out? The giant maypole pumpkin may be able to help him… but then again, why was he worried? If this was really all just a dream, albeit a very realistic one, then there was nothing to look forward to. He was right now at home, in bed, sleeping, so he shouldn’t be worried as to what came next. Still, the thought couldn’t leave his brain and he continued to plan. After a few minutes, the woman came back out again holding a steaming cup.

“It’s just tea, but it definitely warms you.” She said gently, handing over the cup and he took it gratefully.

“Now, my family will be down in a minute for dinner and I won’t lie, there are quite a few of them. Please don’t be intimidated, though. They’re rambunctious, but harmless.” She said reassuringly at the panicked look on the teen’s face. Wirt may have gotten a bit better at socially interacting, but being in a stranger’s house, surrounded by a bunch of family made his heart jolt with anxiety. Trust him to still be socially anxious even in a dream, he thought to himself despairingly. Turning his attention back to the woman, again, he nodded and clutched at the blanket around his shoulders, managing to slide off his cape and take off his hat, though he kept the lantern in hand. The woman smiled in understanding and walked off into what he assumed was the dining room, leaving him to his own devices. Wirt shivered, though not from cold, and stared into the fire, taking the moment of silence to calm himself, his free hand over his chest. He felt the thundering of his heart under his fingertips and it oddly made him calm down. Sadly, just as his heart resumed a more normal rhythm, the thunderous sound of many feet coming down the stairs and loud children’s voices ringing down the halls.

“Joseph! Donald! Thomas! What have I told you about running?!” Wirt heard the woman yell from the kitchen, and was met with a chorus of “Sorry, mom!”, and the steps became quieter. Wirt could hear a few more voices drift in, the woman calling for Daisy and Emma to get their father from outside and then a few more minutes of commotion. The clink of plates and silverware and the voice of an older man was heard before the woman spoke again.

“Now, as some of you may know, we have a visitor, so don’t overwhelm him.” she said warningly, much to the protest of some of the kids, but fell to silence again. After a moment walked into the room again and smiled, gestured for him to follow her. Wirt nodded and placed the blanket on the couch before grabbing his hat and cloak and following the woman to the dining room. The cup was still in his hands. Upon entering, he saw an older looking man with dark brown hair sitting at the dining table with six red-haired children, with the eldest being a girl that looked a little older than him. After that were the three boys Wirt had seen answer the door and two younger girls he could only conclude were Daisy and Emma.

“Everyone, this is Wirt. He’ll be with us at least till the morning. Please behave around him. Wirt, this is my husband Matthew and my children.” she said and Wirt waved nervously at them, trying his best to prevent the blood rising to his face.

“Um, h-hi, everyone…” he said softly, not daring to meet anyone’s eye. There was a sudden loud clanging as a cup went crashing to the ground and all eyes went to the eldest child who was staring with wide eyes.

“Wirt?!” the girl shrieked and Wirt’s eyes finally looked up to meet hers. The voice and deep brown of her eyes seemed familiar, but Wirt couldn’t quite place it.

“Beatrice! Clean that up right now! What has gotten into you?” Peony scolded her daughter, but the girl wasn’t moving, her body frozen and eyes affixed to him. Wirt felt his breath catch in his throat as it finally clicked in his brain. That voice, those eyes, the big family. It was Beatrice. The last he had seen her, he and Greg were leaving and had only stopped to give her the scissors. He had thought about her later, wondering if she had managed to break her spell and save her family, but to see her now, alive and well, almost sent Wirt to the ground with relief.

“B-Beatrice… Beatrice!” he whispered before saying it louder, taking a half step towards her. Having the same idea, but more initiative, the girl bolted around the table and tackled him in a hug. The others in the room could only stare in silence, struck dumb.

“Wirt! I thought you left! Why are you here?! Where’s Greg?!” came the flood of questions from the girl as she held him tightly. Wirt held her back just as tightly, taking comfort at the feeling of her alive and breathing, her breath and heartbeat reminding him of the beat of her bluebird wings.

“I…I’m so glad you’re okay. You and your family. It’s so weird seeing you as a human instead of a bird…” he murmured softly, but Beatrice’s mother still heard and gasped. The entire family went quiet.

“How does he know about that?” she asked and the taller girl pulled away, looking at her mother.

“I know Wirt. He and his brother helped me three years ago when we were bluebirds. He gave me the scissors before he and his brother left.” Beatrice explained and the family burst out into a cacophony of noise.

“That was you?!”

“Wow!”

“That’s amazing!”

“Thank you so much!”

“Where have you been?”

“Can we have a party?”

The voices swelled and Wirt shrank from the noise, anxiety washing over him and threatening to sweep him under as he realized that he didn’t know how to answer any of that without being tongue-tied. The taller girl noticed immediately and signaled her parents who snapped out of their shock and began to quiet the rest of their children.

“Now, now. What did I say about behaving?!” Peony shouted at them and the children immediately quieted, though the enthusiasm still gleamed in their eyes. Beatrice nodded in understanding, placing a comforting hand on Wirt’s shoulder and he took a breath to steady himself.

“Alright, now please take a set. Dinner is all set and I think this is a story we all want to hear.” Peony said warmly and Wirt nodded, taking a seat while Beatrice sat next to him and he began his tale.

As night wore on and Wirt lay on the couch with the fire dwindling beside him, the teen felt more relieved than anything, but the fear still lingered in the back of his mind. The entire time that he was telling his story from beginning to end, it felt…therapeutic to tell someone and they had been a rather receptive audience. There had, of course, been a bit of confusion as to where he came from, though surprisingly not to what his suspicions of what the Unknown truly was. They knew that they had died. They remembered but decided to remain there in the Unknown to be together. But they were definitely surprised to learn that he was, to the best of his knowledge, still alive, but all stiffened at the mention of the Beast and the lantern Wirt now carried. Beatrice looked heartbroken at the mention of his possible fate as the new lanternbearer. At the end of his tale, ending with him winding up there, the adults announced that it was time for bed and the children were ushered up to their rooms, their minds filled with his story and promised to speak more about his situation in the morning. His mind buzzed, the denial banished from his heart and leaving him with the drained understanding that this was no dream. This was reality, or at least an approximated version of reality, and he was back in the Unknown. Groaning softly, he threw an arm over his eyes and took measured breaths to curb the growing ice in his stomach. There was a sudden creak from the house and Wirt looked up to see the familiar red hair and a flash of blue.

“Beatrice?” he whispered and the girl nodded, crossing the space between them and settling on the couch beside him. Wirt sat up and there was a moment of uncomfortable silence between them, the dying fire crackling as if to emphasize the mild discomfort between them. Finally, Beatrice broke the quiet.

“Are you…are you doing okay?” she asked quietly, concerned eyes turned his way. Wirt flinched at the question, his mind flashing through a symphony of worries and fears and doubts, all a swirling mass with the lantern and the Beast serving as the eye of the hurricane. Beatrice gasped a little as the normal grey irises of the boy’s eyes flickered to familiar iridescent shades as they narrowed and he curled in on himself.

“I… No. I don’t think I am…” he whispered softly, wrapping his arms around himself and staring resolutely into the fire. “I-I thought that when we left, we wouldn’t have to come back here. At least not till we were old. B-b-but now I am and I don’t know what’s happening to me. It isn’t happening to Greg, which is good, but why me? Was it because I blew out the lantern? Is that why its, just, kinda sticking with me? Is that why it’s there every time I wake up?” he whispered frantically, his words coming out faster, spilling from his lips even as he felt oxygen failing to return to his lungs. Beatrice would only watch in muted horror as the shadows cast by the fire grew, spreading into the silhouette of a being with glowing eyes and branching horns. His eyes settled from their flickering to the bright glow of red, yellow, and blue and he was trembling.

“I don’t know what to do.” He whispered quietly as if he hadn’t meant to say it aloud and that’s what broke Beatrice from her fear. Behind his changes into what was inevitable, was the boy that she had watched grow and had helped guide through the Unknown. He hadn’t changed no matter what he was turning into now. Narrowing her eyes in determination, she gently placed her hands on either side of his face, turning him to face her and staring into his glowing eyes.

“Wirt, listen to me. Are you listening?” She asked sternly and her tone of voice seemed to pull him out of his spiral. Eyes focused solely on her and she resisted the chill down her spine.

“Good. Now, listen to me. Whatever is happening isn’t your fault. If you keep ending up here, that also means you’ll go back when you wake up so don’t worry about that. As for the lantern and why this is happening, I can’t explain that, but we have time to figure it out. You’ll have me and my family and whatever other dorks you guys met before to help too, so you’re not alone.” She said firmly, though a gentle fondness still in her voice as she worked to break through to him. To her relief, it seemed to be working. The boy was slowly becoming less rigid under her fingers, the shadows were returning to normal, and the glow of his eyes were dimming back to his original grey.

“But what if something else happens? I…I-I’m hearing voices… sometimes… i-in the woods, wh-when I, um, f-first came back, I heard a voice in my mind. It said that there must always be a Beast in the Unknown. What…what if it’s me? I-I-I don’t think I could handle that…” he whispered in a rush and Beatrice could hear his breaths get faster. A fierce determination took hold of her heart and she let go of his face to pull the younger teen into a quick hug, holding on tightly.

“Cheese and crackers, Wirt. You’re still as much of a worry wart as you were before you left.” She muttered, though not unkindly. She sighed and rubbed his back comfortingly.

“That won’t happen. I know it won’t because no matter what, you’ll still be the same clarinet playing, poetry loving, dorky, stubborn jerk of a pushover and wonderful mistake of nature you always have been. Nothing will change that. Not even if you have the Beast's powers. You’re still you and I’ll help you through that.” she whispered quietly into the air, glaring at the writhing shadow behind him as it looked at her with glowing eyes. In her arms, Wirt shuddered and held her back just as tightly, the bluebird beat of her heart calming him down and he felt himself relax, his eyes drooping with the exhaustion of letting out all his worry. Beatrice was right. He wouldn’t let the Beast win. Not then and not now, no matter what was happening to him. He would get through this and return home like last time. No matter how many times he woke up in the Unknown, he would always find his way back.

“I’m not a pushover.” Wirt spoke finally, aiming to break the tension. He heard Beatrice snort and he smiled a little to himself, glad that she understood.

“Yeah you are. I mean you’re still taking orders from me, aren’t you?” she joked, pulling away from their embrace and a smirk now on her face. Yes. That snark and sarcasm definitely suited her better than worry. Beatrice wasn’t one who would usually worry.

“That’s different.” Wirt pouted in response, trying not to smile. Beatrice laughed softly and smacked his arm.

“Brat.” She huffed. There was a moment of silence before they broke into quiet giggles, the tension in the room erased. Wirt smothered his giggles and wiped his eyes, the tears threatening to spill over earlier turning into tears of laughter. Looking at Beatrice, he smiled warmly. He was so glad to have a friend like her. He was ecstatic that the scissors had worked and that he had played a part in bringing her and her family together again. They seemed nice when they first met as bluebirds, though they seemed to not remember him now. But that was fine. He could build new bonds with them and hopefully they would help him as well.

“So you feeling better now?” Beatrice asked and Wirt nodded, shifting away from his inner thoughts.

“Yeah. Thanks, Beatrice. I really needed that.” he said quietly.

“Anytime.” She nodded, voice uncharacteristically soft. Wirt smiled and waved his hand imperiously, shooing her off the couch.

“Now off to bed with you, young lady! What would your parents think?” he said, voice still quiet so as not to rouse the house. Beatrice rolled her eyes, scoffing but complied and got up.

“Is that any way to talk to the person who just talk you out of your depressive spiral?” she snorted playfully and Wirt chuckled again. The girl turned to leave, whispering a good night as she did and disappeared back into the darkness of the house.

“Good night, Beatrice.” He murmured quietly before lying down again, staring up to the ceiling. His eyes fluttered closed and he sighed in relief, glad that the girl had come down to talk with him. Admittedly, this was something very legitimate to freak out about, but now he knew that he shouldn’t be as worried, because he had friends here. Friends who, for all their oddness, he knew would help him. Well, maybe not the archetype people at the tavern, but everyone else would. Beatrice and her family would. He wasn’t alone in this. Even as this bled into the land of the living, he knew that Greg would be there to support him. That brave, silly seven-year-old would suck up his own fear of the Beast and do his best to cheer on and comfort the brother he loved. And Wirt, for his part, would try and make this transition into a new normal as painless as possible. He wasn’t promising not to freak out, because that was who he was, but he would at least attempt to curb his panic before it became a burden on those who were just trying to help him. Taking a deep breath, he let his mind wander back to home and thought of nothing but the snow. From beside him, just out of arms reach, the lantern flickered serenely, taking in the dying light of the fireplace.

I will be posting the most on AO3

#over the garden wall #gravity falls #beast!wirt #anxiety

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 42)

"👀👀👀👀👀👀"

@lovemythsworld

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

Colson's leg is bouncing up and down. If Luna's hangover and the turbulence of the plane are the death of her. His uncontrollable leg is the nail in her coffin. She squeezes his knee, choosing her words specifically. "Do you feel alright?" She asks sweetly, hoping to crack a smile on his beautiful face. It does, but it's weak. "What's up?" She asks him.

Sighing, he says "I'm just nervous about dinner." She laces her fingers into his. Natural anxiety reducer.

Tilting her head, she asks him "Why? You've met my Mom-Mom before...." A little amused.

"I know...." He trails off.

"What's up, Colson?" She pries gently.

He turns to her, their blue eyes meeting. "I just want her to like me. I know she liked Justin and Jackson. I don't wanna be the odd man out." He looks down.

"He's so fucking adorable." She thinks to herself, smiling.

"That's the thing, Bunny. You're the only man in. They're called passed relationships because they're in the past. Plus." She winks at him, hoping he'll look up to catch it. He doesn't. "She already likes you. There would be no dinner if she didn't." She tells him squeezing his hand.

His head pops up finally, meeting her eyes and knowing smile. "Yeah?"

"Mhm... You said it yourself, my grandmom's a beast. She's very direct and I'm betting, she knew and decided she liked you before the end of brunch. Hence, the follow through with dinner."

"I'm outta pocket, hunh?" He asks to her giggling nod. "I know, I just never cared what someone's parent thought before, Loons."

"Well, she's not my parent. She's my Mom-mom. So, wipe that stigma away. And she's not Betty Crocker. She's Patti fucking Smith. And MY grandmother. There's nothing you could do or say in this WORLD, that would shock her." Luna is stroking his hair now, trying to reassure him.

"Facts." He agrees laughing. "You're right, I'm totally outta pocket." He kisses her sweetly on the lips before they lean back against each other. They have an hour left of their flight. Drifting off, their minds wander.

"He's so cute....." She muses to herself. "I wonder where we'll go.... I'm fucking starving. Maybe I can convince her to go to Tony's. It's quiet, we shouldn't be bothered.... Ugh, I'm totally grabbing a fucking pretzel when we hit ground."

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"Patti was really nice. And it deff didn't feel like a front.... Luna's a lot like her.... Fuck, I hope she's right...... And fuck Jackson's bitch ass, yo." Annoyance rising inside of him.

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They land before 5P. Luna loves The City. There's a rush of emotions that flood her senses as soon as she hits the side walk. Colson sees her grinning as she spies a pretzel vendor. "Ahhh!! It's good to be home!!" She shouts dragging him behind her.

They're staying at The Vale instead with Luna's Mom-Mom. Their intense sex life being the main factor. Dropping their bags, she guides him around the city.

There's something special she has in mind before dinner at 730P.

Colson loses his shit as she leads him into a little comic book shop. "Hey Bob!!" She calls out. A hefty man comes out from a dark back room.

"LUNA!?" His voice booms. "Long time, no see, Kiddo! How are you?" Giving her a huge hug.

"Fucking stupid ass shoulder." She thinks trying to return his hug.

"Good, good. Been on the West Coast for a bit. Yourself?" She asks.

"Don't complain, no one listens!" They all laugh.

"Bob, this is my boyfriend Colson." She says introducing the 2 men to Bob's quiet surprise. He knew Justin. "He's a huge fan. I couldn't come home without bringing him in." She laughs.

Colson is like a kid in a candy store. Excited over all the rare editions, chatting and debating different theories and characters with Bob. He buys 15 comic books and exchanges all info. Making an instant friend. Laughing with promises of returning, Luna pulls Colson out the door and off to get dressed for dinner.

"That was fucking SICK, Loons!" He tells her, scooping her up to kiss her as they walk back to The Vale. "Bob's fucking awesome. He's knows everything!" He continues. "Thanks for taking me!"

Smiling through the tinge of pain, she's heard that of Bob before. She then laughs saying "OF COURSE!! Pete never took you here?" She questions.

"Nah... I don't think we've ever been to Brooklyn together." He says. "Either way, fucking AWWWWESOME!!!" He tells her, swinging her around on the sidewalk, kissing her all over as she laughs uncontrollably.

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As Luna slips her clothes off for a quick shower, Colson watches her. Eyeing every tattoo, every curve of her body. Still avoiding that fucking shoulder. She looks over to see him watching her. "What are you doing?" She asks him with a smile.

"THIS." He replies, spinning her around into his arms. He takes her face into his hands kissing her hard and deep. Making her pussy plump for him. Colson lifts Luna up on to the bathroom counter. She's sucking on his neck and biting on his shoulder as he slides himself into her.

"Colllson." She moans out. Leaning back, bracing herself on the sink and mirror. He's gripping her ass, pumping into her, making her whole body bounce on his dick. Feeling close she pulls herself into him. Pussy clenching around his huge cock. "FUCK Colson, I'm gonna cum." She cries into his neck.

"Not now." He pulls her hair back.

Bucking hard against him, she pulls back into him. "YES, now." She demands. Biting him hard on the neck as they both explode. She releases his neck, still pushing her hips into him.

"FUCK, KITTEN." He breathes out heavily kissing her on the mouth. She kisses him back before slapping his ass and pushing him off of her.

"We're late." She hops off of the counter, starting the shower.

"It's this thing's fault." He tells her, gripping her ass cheek and jiggling it.

"Get in the fucking shower." She laughs.

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Colson had forgot his wallet upstairs, so Luna's waiting for him in the lobby. Although they had gotten dressed together upstairs, stepping out of the elevator, she takes his breath away. Stopping him in his tracks. She's dressed in all black. Fully covered but still sexy as hell.

"Fuck, she's gorgeous." He thinks to himself. Feeling his heart race and dick get hard, she breaks the trance when she catches his eye. "I'm gonna fucking marry her one day. IF she let's me." He laughs to himself as he greets his girlfriend.

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Dinner isn't nearly as intimidating as Colson expected. Luna had told her grandmother about his parents prior, both agreeing the topic was off limits unless he mentions it. There's wine, pasta, bread and lots of laughter.

Patti tells embarrassing stories about Luna to Colson's delight. She asks about Casie and Emma, having met them both. Praising Colson on their dynamic as parents.

The conversation is fully engaging. Patti goes on to ask about his career. Praising him again, this time for his role in The Dirt. "I know those boys pretty well." She tells Colson of Mötley Crüe. "I wouldn't have normally watched it but Luna was intent on me seeing your performance. I was very impressed. You have a natural gift."

He thanks her, cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Told you, Mom-mom." Luna teases, touching his leg under the table.

Patti asks how him and Luna met. A cheesing Colson tells the story of The Gramercy and his birthday. Luna blushes when he kisses her on the cheek.

"It's like serendipity." Patti smiles at the couple. Pleased with the way the man interacts with and speaks of her granddaughter.

Patti and Luna discuss Marissa and AL. Luna catching her up to speed. Marissa's visa is slowly moving along. While Ashley and Luna have a meeting this coming week with AL's ACLU. Plus, that the Nightmare merch sold out.

The old punk is pleased with her granddaughter's political activism. This spawns stories of Patti's own rebellion and youth. Colson hanging on every word. Luna watching them happily. She knows almost all these stories, chiming in when relevant.

They finish up dinner with promises of Home Safe texts and future visits. Patti hugs Colson warmly. Holding him tight for a moment, she tells him it was a pleasure to spend time with him and that she appreciates his love for her granddaughter. Colson hugs her back tight, thanking her. There's a safe comfort in the woman's hug. She kisses Luna goodbye, exchanging love before she gets into her cab.

"Your Mom-mom's fucking awesome!!" Colson declares.

"That, she is." Luna agrees with a large smile.

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Luna leads Colson to Trophy for a drink, sharing a joint and laughter as they walk along the way.

The bar is pretty calm for a Saturday night. Luna doesn't recognize any of the bartenders or see the owner as they grab drinks and a booth in the back corner.

Heads ducked together, she eyes him deviously. "Wanna play a game?" She asks him. Instantly intrigued he nods. She pulls his hand underneath the booth and places it on her thigh. As he runs it up her skirt, he realizes she has on thigh highs. Not stockings. With no panties.

"This crazy Fucking Bitch!" He thinks in excitement. Eyes wide as he touches her bare pussy.

She's watching his reaction. Body radiating from his touch in the loud bar. "Can make me cum without anyone noticing?" She dares him.

He kisses her, accepting her dare as he slowly slides his middle finger inside of her, rolling his thumb around and along her clit. Her body tightens with his movement. She bites her lip as he stares into her eyes, pushing his finger inside of her. Feeling her start to shake, he slides his free arm around her shoulders pulling her into him. His finger deeper into her. She's breathing heavy, trying not to buck against him as he pleases her with his finger and thumb. He feels her walls clench as she shoves her face into his neck. Giggling as she cums in his hand. She stays in his neck for a moment, collecting herself.

Pulling away, she looks up around the bar. No one's paying attention to them.

"FUCK, I LOVE NEW YORK" She thinks, happy to be home.

She smiles as she watches Colson lick his finger.

"Fucking peaches." He thinks, distracted by her taste.

"You're a bad girl." He tells her, laughing as he kisses her.

"Your bad girl." She purrs to him. They share a few more rounds before deciding to split.

Leading Luna through the bar by her hand, he's stopped abruptly by the pull back of his arm and Luna shouting "WHAT THE FUCK!!!" He turns to see her bewildered. Before he can ask her what's wrong, she shouts to him with her thumb jerking towards a guy sitting at the bar. "HE GRABBED MY FUCKING ASS!!"

"She doesn't have on any FUCKING panties!!!" The thought quickly flashes through his mind as rage explodes.

Colson grabs the peice of shit by the back of the hair, slamming his face into the bar, hard, while shouting "FUCKING TOUCH MY GIRL, DAWG!?!" Luna sees a guy stand up to her left as another is standing up to Colson's right. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Colson hit the other guy. Luna turns to the man standing aggressively near her, kicking out his right knee cap. This brings him down to her level as she slams her fist up, underneath his jaw with a solid upper cut. A left and then a hard right and he's done.

"Get the FUCK outta here!!" The bartender starts screaming at Colson and Luna as the 3 men try to recover from their damage.

Before Colson can grab her, she slams five $100 bills on the bar. "FREE DRINKS FOR WHOEVER CAN KEEP THEIR FUCKING MOUTHS SHUT!!" She shouts to the crowd watching. Looking the bartender in the eye, sliding him another $100, she tells him "You tell Lucas, THAT Brooklyn Bitch was here." She then steps around the dudes grappling on the ground, grabs Colson's hand and hits the streets.

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Back at The Vale, they're both high and drunk off of each other, drugs and love. All over the other in the elevator. "I can't believe he fucking touched you." He's ranting as he pushes her into their room. "I shoulda Fucking killed him." He says through sloppy drunk kisses.

"Next time." She laughs, unbuckling his pants as he pulls her leather off.

"You're a MOTHERFUCKING monster!!" He exclaims to her giggles, lifting her up on to his waist. She pulls her black dress off over her head. "No, like you fucking dropped that dude." His words are quick as he kisses all over her neck and chest.

Unhooking her bra, she laughs "It's all about the knees, Bunny."

He lays her on the bed, thigh high clad legs around his neck, black ankle booties still on. They're sloppy and drunk and excited and in love. Pushing into her, she pushes her hips back into him. Driving him deeper into her. They moan for each other. He fucks her hard, cradling her head in his big hands. She bites his collar bone, pushing against him, pulling his hair. Fucking each other hard. "FUCK LUNA!!" He calls out. She feels his arms shake as he cums inside of her. Dropping her legs, she bucks against him harder, exploding just as he falls on top of her.

Out of breath, they lay there for a minute.

"Fuck. You're ferocious." He breathes into her hair as she wraps her body tightly around him.

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Luna wakes up to a text from Pete.

"You might wanna check Page Six before brunch 👀 👀 👀 👀"

Is all it says.

"FUUUCCCKK." Luna sighs pulling covers over her head.

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"It seems the prodigal granddaughter of punk has returned home. Sources say That Brooklyn Bitch was spotted having dinner with her grandmother, the legendary Patti Smith at Tony's in Brooklyn, on Saturday night. Sources report that the pair were not alone, being joined by the rapper Machine Gun Kelly. It has been reported that, That Brooklyn Bitch has been recently spotted in LA over the last few weeks with the rapper. The songstress and rapper have a new song together climbing the charts and she has been featured in his Instagram stories this passed month. Sources go on to say, there was an altercation at Trophy Bar between the NY native, we're assuming her new beau and a group of men inside the establishment. No further details were given. At press time That Brooklyn Bitch, nor Machine Gun Kelly could be reached for comment."

Luna slams the paper down on the table after she reads it. Sighing as Colson picks it up. "We're out. The internet doesn't matter the way The Post does." She says.

After reading it, he responds. "Whatever. We're out, Kitten. It could've been worse, there's barely any details. Your $600 bought something." He shrugs laughing.

"FUCK you." She shoots him a dirty look with a half smile.

"I love you and I don't give a fuck who knows. Now c'mon, let's get dressed. Pete's waiting on us." He tells her, kissing her on the forehead before pulling her up from the table.

Sighing again, she obliges. Knowing this is about to change EVERYTHING.

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To be continued.......

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Bungie Weekly Update - 10/10/19

This week at Bungie, the hunt is on.

Heroic Nightmare Hunts went live this week. Guardians must confront familiar foes from their past along with powerful Champions who will become more challenging over the next few weeks as the additional difficulties unlock. Keep a look out as new Nightmares emerge for the Legend and Master hunts.

That wasn’t the only event that started up this week. The Vex didn’t take too kindly to us venturing into the Black Garden. They have begun their own invasion and can be found mobilizing on the Moon. Fight off the Vex in our new six-player activity, the Vex Offensive. It’s available now for all Season Pass owners.

TOO HEAVY

Earlier this week, we issued a server-side change to reduce the amount of Heavy ammo spawning in the Crucible. The change affected Control, Clash, and Supremacy. We also have Heavy ammo changes planned for 3v3 Survival in a future update. You can read the full details here.

That wasn’t the only quick reaction we made to the Crucible environment this week. We also issued a server-side change that affected matchmaking in 3v3 Survival. You can read about the change here.

Experimentation with the 3v3 Elimination game mode is ongoing in the Crucible Labs. The first settings we deployed saw Heavy ammo spawning 90 seconds into every round. Revive tokens were also enabled. There was a bug causing Heavy ammo to spawn in instantly, but we were able to get that fixed with a server change. This week, these settings were slightly adjusted. Instead of receiving revive tokens, players can revive as many times as they are able—but the revive timer grows longer each time a player goes down.

Two additional configurations will be introduced in the weeks to come. Our plan is to gather feedback on what you like the best. If you played Elimination back in D1, next week’s settings might be familiar to you.

IRON BANNER

Lord Saladin is about to make his first appearance in Season of the Undying. The great fires of the Iron Banner will burn again as Guardians face off against each other for bragging rights and new rewards.

Iron Banner and Valor Bonus

Start: 10 AM PDT on October 15

End: 10 AM PDT on October 22

This season, willing combatants have a chance to earn the new Iron Will armor set. Here is a look at what you stand to gain in battle.

The way you earn rewards in Iron Banner is changing this Season:

There is a new Seasonal pursuit, which must be completed prior to being able to turn in tokens to purchase packages from Lord Saladin

This pursuit is character based and rewards the new S8 armor set

Each step of the pursuit awards Iron Banner weapons or armor

Most of the objectives within the pursuit track progress at any point during Season of the Undying, even if you have not yet acquired the pursuit

Until the Seasonal pursuit has been completed, all rewards will be obtained from completing matches and bounties

All rewards are weapons until the Seasonal pursuit is complete

The existing seven bounties that offered powerful rewards have been adjusted to offer pinnacle rewards (960 Power max,) but only four are available per event

We are tracking a bug in which the four bounties offered as pinnacle rewards rotate each day allowing more than four to be completed during a single event

Because Iron Banner has its own version of Control, the Heavy ammo spawning changes we made early this week will not be reflected in this Iron Banner. We are planning to make this change in a future update before the next event.

Now go control those zones!

FIRST TO FINISH

Last Saturday, the race began to complete “Garden of Salvation,” the newest Destiny 2 raid. As is tradition, players prepared the best they could and waited at the starting line to see if they could rise above the rest and finish first. We watched on as fireteams fought their way through the mysterious Black Garden. Reaching the final boss was only the beginning, as several teams all stacked up and began to try to put the pieces together and be the first to take it down. In the end, Clan Ascend emerged victorious, finishing an astonishing 2 minutes before the second team. We asked them to share a bit about their experience.

Congratulations on being World First for Garden of Salvation! Tell us a little about your clan.

Ascend: Our clan was built with the intention of going hardcore on Destiny 2’s raids! We were founded back in Forsaken, a month before “Scourge of the Past’ was about to go live.

Since then, we have been doing speed runs, World First attempts, as well as low man and low Light challenges. Our ritual was to do a lot of the previous raids under leveled while making sure we focus on executing the mechanics as smoothly as possible! We have achieved a 4th spot on “Scourge of the Past,” a 9th spot on “Crown of Sorrow” and now finally we have gotten our World First that we have been putting so much effort in together! The clan is trying to focus on a very small community that enjoys playing and interacting with each other so we can push each other further than we would have gotten before and ascend together to the top!

Practice how you play. That’s smart. What were some of your favorite moments during the raid?

Ascend: First of all, the STUNNING scenery. Honestly, this raid is so beautiful! The tether mechanic was awesome, even though it got hectic at times. Figuring out encounters together as a team is always fun, and then executing them with as little deaths as possible is just always a great time!

Anything else you would like to say as a team?

Ascend: Thanks to everyone for stopping by and giving us some love after the clear! Thanks to all the big streamers that we look up to who came to spread the love. Thanks for all the compliments that we have gotten. It's honestly still unbelievable that we have achieved this—especially because it was such a super close and intense race with Reality... And of course, thank you Bungie for making these races possible!

Congratulations to Ascend on the World First victory. We also want to congratulate all of the teams who showed up make an attempt and all of the teams who have been able to clear the raid thus far.

Need help getting the most out of your lunar excursions? Player Support has the info you need.

This is their report.

DESTINY 2 HOTFIX 2.6.0.3

This week, we deployed Destiny 2 Hotfix 2.6.0.3 to players on all platforms. This hotfix targeted an emergent issue where players participating in equipment-locked activities would not receive the Gate Lord’s Eye artifact when claiming it at Season Rank 7.

As with all updates and hotfixes, players should follow @BungieHelp on Twitter or monitor our support feed on help.bungie.net for the latest details as soon as they are available.

DID YOU KNOW?

Help.bungie.net hosts more than just a feed of support messages from Bungie. It is the landing page of our knowledgebase archive, where players can search key terms to find official documentation from Destiny Player Support. Additionally, it features a tile board of linked images which directs players to support content for immediately relevant Destiny releases.

Are you new to Destiny 2? Check out our New Player Guide and Destiny 2 Guided Support.Jumping in for Shadowkeep? See our support resources for Shadowkeep and Season of the Undying.Getting set up on Steam? Visit our Destiny 2 PC Guide and PC Move support pages.

DESTINY 2 KNOWN ISSUES

In addition to the support resources above, Destiny Player Support monitors player reports on our local #Help forum and tallies the latest issues into our Known Issues thread. Listed below is a selection of issues that have been reported by players:

Players may encounter crashes in the Gofannon Forge.

“The Enhance!” EDZ quest is no longer available to veteran characters.

The “Exodus Black” Nessus quest cannot be reclaimed if abandoned.

Some players who created a new character right before October 1 will be at 0 Power when logging in. To resolve this, players will need to delete their affected character and create a new one.

The “Show Me What You Got” Achievement/Trophy can no longer be unlocked on characters created prior to Shadowkeep. This can only be unlocked by creating a new character and proceeding through the New Light experience.

The perks for Lunafaction Boots do not describe their updated functionality.

The “Scan Patrol” Triumph won’t gain progress if scans are completed in the Chasm area on the Moon.

Additionally, investigations are ongoing for issues reported by players attempting to perform PC migration. Since launch, we have deployed several updates to Bungie.net and encourage all affected players to try again . As always, players who encounter issues are encouraged to report them to our #Help forum.

#Destiny #Destiny 2 #Bungie Weekly Update #long post #Destiny 2: Shadowkeep

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Fandom: Little Nightmares Characters: Roger the janitor, the chefs, the lady Relationships: Roger/reader Request: could you write an x roger the janitor from little nightmares? I don’t know but something really angsty. Its totally up to you A.N: 1) I love little nightmares. I spent hours playing it and getting the hard to the core trophy so I am pretty familiar with them and I find roger to be rather endearing as well. the grannys purpose in this is from a theory I read a while back. She is Rogers grandmother who he bought when he came to the Maw and was originally the nanny for the children and was banished becuase she was abusing and/or killing the children. This is also based on the theory that the children are not eaten, but are kept to be turned into Nomes to keep the Maw running and that they are children who were abandoned in the ‘real’ world and were brought here to keep them alive in one way or another. If you want to read a bit more into this theory (and I highly recommended it) search for theory on the Granny and on the song that plays on the TV by the woman. There will be a part 2 You stepped into the elevator, pressing the button on the wall and turning to let the shutter close and the machine lower you into the lowest areas of the maw. It had been a long day to say the least. You were tired and a little sore but that didn’t stop you from going to see the janitor. Nothing could stop you from seeing him. You had first ran away to the Maw as a teenager. The world was cruel and unkind in every way to you until you heard of a place where strange things could go and call home. To this day, you weren’t sure if you came here voluntarily or if you were called. You liked to think the latter and that the Maw needed you for something. Like many of the inhabitants, it would only accept new ‘staff’ when it really needed them. When you arrived, the Lady was waiting for you, her porcelain mask immediately making you feel uneasy since you couldn’t read her expressions, but she welcomed you into the Maw nonetheless as her maid. Of course, this was a bit of a dated title, since you were more like an assistant to her. She was a very private person, and relied very little on you for things a maid might do, like helping her change. No, you were more of the run-around for her, making sure everything was running smoothly. She gave you quarters within her own, on the lower floor near the elevator that connected hers to the guests. You had a small bedroom, bathroom and living area, which was cosy and more than you ever wanted. The twins were the first two you met. Dee was the oldest and more intelligent of the two. He had a bit of a mood about him most days, but he was generally nice in a tolerable kind of way. His brother, Dum, was a little slow but kind and gentle. You had asked the Lady about their names and she simply answered that they had given it to themselves. She didn’t know if those were their real names or if they had changed their names when they ran away here. You normally got along with them both, often having to be a communication method between them and the Lady. Then you had met Roger. It was a little over a month since you had been there, and you had heard from the twins about the disformed janitor. He mainly kept to the lower levels, but would sometimes come up when needed. You weren’t that fortunate. The lady had ordered you to go to him and speak about the floorboard in the pantry of the kitchen, because the chiefs were complaining that the nomes were using it to come and take food. Of course, this had made you whole body shake at the idea of meeting another member of the Maw without the protection of the Lady, but you couldn’t say no. you had went and he had been waiting for you. You were a little relieved he couldn’t see, because it allowed you to fully inspect him for any danger and keep a close eyes on him. Although you were fascinated my his appearance, you were there for a reason. He didn’t speak, only nodding and tapping his fingers as if impatient. The lady then decided the best way for you to learn absolutely everything about the Maw, you would have to spend some time with Roger. On a Tuesday and Thursdays you would accompany him on his checks, learning the lay out of the Maw as well as how it runs. At first, he seemed to resent your company but slowly, he found himself waiting for you to return. You respected his silence and didn’t try to make awkward small talk like the twins. You would speak sometimes, telling him things about you or stories you found funny and he would chuckle. In fact, the first time he spoke to you, you were surprised. You had thought he couldn’t speak. But you had just finished telling him about how you were almost finished your book and you wondered about asking the Ferryman if he could bring you something. You had thought of the irony of maybe reading Moby Dick but then you admitted to Roger that the Ferryman scared you. There had been a brief moment when Roger had stopped, obviously thinking about something as he moved his jaw from side to side before beckoning you to follow him. He took you to his quarters and into his vast library. You had stared in awe and even more so as you watched Roger guide himself around the shelfs and reach up. His fingers trailed along the books, either counting or taking in the marking, or both, until he pulled down one and offered it to you with a long, outstretched hand. Moby Dick. You had let out an audible gasp, taking it out his hands and flipping through the pages. You had promised him you would return it as soon as you were finished. “Keep it.” He had said in a low, raspy voice. One which sounded like it hadn’t been used in years. From then on, a bond was formed. You went to see him most days after you were finished and you would sit with him in his living quarters. One room, which was a living area, had an arm chair and couch. You would often lie across the couch reading while Roger was content to sit in the chair, relaxing. You joined him for his evening meals, eating with him and helping him clean up. In the space of 6 months, you had become a common part of his life, a scheduled companion which he could rely on and it had been this way for years now. Roger would never have thought that someone might want to spend time with him, much less seek him out in their free time. Nor did he think he could become so accustomed to the company that evening when you had to work late seemed to be slow and boring. He started to crave your company more than he thought he ever would. But he was surprised when you seemed to mirror his own desires to stay with him. Some nights, you would fall asleep on his couch or you would find a way to go see him during your lunch. Roger had even started leaving all his lights on for you. He had little use for them, so you wouldn’t mind searching in the dark for the switch. But now, he kept them on just for you. After being on the Maw for the best part of 5 years now, you were fully comfortable and at home. “Roger?” You called out into the dark, a small smile on your face. He knew when you finished and often would wait for you at the elevator. Stepping out into the darkness, you couldn’t help but feel valuable. For the most part, Roger had done well adapting to have a companion around who could see. He kept most of the lights of, only really working in the dark if you weren’t around. You were about to call out his name again when something touched your back. You let out yelp as you twisted, about to try and stumble away from whoever had snuck up on you, only to come face to face with Roger. He was smirking, a soft chuckle filling the area. He had been in the rafters and had lowered himself behind you. “That’s not funny.” You pout, playfully pushing his shoulder but he could hear the small laugh you let out. When he stood at his full height, he was about 3 or 4 inches taller than you, but he normally sloughed so he could use his long arms and elbows for support meaning he was about the same height. He guided you into his living room, which housed a small TV, a sofa, armchair, table and a few piles of books. It was a little before his bedroom, which you had only been in a handful of times before. His quarters were different to everyone else’s because they seemed spread out across the level. There was a walk from the elevator to the loungeroom then from here to the bedroom and the library. You had offered before to help him move his things into a few rooms closer by, but he refused. He seemed to enjoy it this way. As soon as you were close enough, you collapsed into the sofa, your body exhausted. You heard Roger let out a small hum, often used to enquire about your actions. “With the guests coming soon, the lady has been more demanding and a little more irritated than normal.” You explain, a shiver running through your body. “Is the heating on?” Roger shook his head, a soft growl leaving his lips before he spoke. “radiator was broken. Fixed now, but will take time.” He explained, using as few words as possible. He didn’t like speaking, and his voice often sounded horse and sore so you never pushed him. Besides, after so long, you knew his replies by his body mostly. “damn.” You grumbled, a small part of you wishing you were in your room. The Ladys quarters were always rather warm and cosy. Roger went to his armchair and pulled the blanket he normally draped over his legs off the chair. On his way back to you, his reached his long arm out and to switch on the TV which was playing a children’s lullaby. Roger offered you the blanket, and you couldn’t refused. But when you took it, your fingers brushed against his own and you felt how cold they were. Jumping, you quickly let go of the blanket to grab his hand in both of your own, feeling how the skin was like ice. “You’re freezing.” You mumble, your eyes venturing up to look at Roger. He shrugged his shoulders, but his hand never tried to pull away from your own. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the warmth of your own. Standing up, you picked up the blanket. “I cant let you get ill. Not with the Maw surfacing soon.” You pulled him closer as one of your hands stayed in his own while the other reached out and maneuverer him to sit on the sofa by his shoulder. The sofa itself was low and close to the floor, so he didn’t have to use his arms to help him up. He sat at the end so one of his sides was against the armrest. You sat down directly beside him with your right arm pressed against his left and pulling your legs up onto the sofa, dropping his hand so you could lie the blanket across both your lap and his own. Once it was done, you moved his left arm up so you could crawl underneath and cuddle into him. You could feel how cold he must have been, judging by the chill in his clothes. His left arm quickly wrapped around you and made you smile. You enjoyed it when he did this, even though it was few and far between because his arm would go along your shoulder with his elbow bend about the same level with your own then down your arm and wrap around your legs, his hand rest on your bend knees. You smiled, taking his hand in your own to try and warm it up. His free hand pulled the blanket up himself a little as he slouched, obviously already comfy enough to fall asleep right here and now. you rested your head on his chest and closing your eyes as you felt his other arm come under the blanket and then to join your hands. You smiled, taking a hand in each of your own and squeezing, unable to put into words how right this felt as you drifted off to sleep. ------------------- You hauled the bucket over to the chute and poured the dead fish into it, a shiver running through your spin. It was Dee who had told you who was down there. The Granny, an older woman who was Rogers grandmother and had came with him when he arrived. She had originally looked after the children, but then she turned and started to hurt them. While the children’s fate on the ship was not to be considered the nicest, it was for a purpose and to keep the Maw running. It had to stay running. But the Granny was selfish, and she started to kill the children, whether to ‘save’ them or punish them, Dee didn’t know. But Roger had found out and had turned on his family, telling the Lady of her betrayal. She was banished to the bottom of the Maw. Roger had taken over he duties, caring for the children until they were old enough to ‘work’. He didn’t like it, because he grew close with a lot of the children, but he knew it was unavoidable. This was why the Nomes were often so fond of him, leaving little drawing for him to find. Although he couldn’t see them, he kept every single one of them. It made you smile at the thought of it. you took the bucket back to the kitchen but the chiefs hadn’t started working yet so you were able to remain in your thoughts. Last night, you had fallen asleep in Rogers arms and you couldn’t remember ever being more happy. It would be easy to just say you saw him as a friend, but you didn’t. He meant so much more to you. You were completely and utterly in love with the janitor of the Maw. Smiling, you realised that the feelings may never be returned and in fact, they may never be brought to light. But knowing you loved someone this much was incredible to you. You had never been around anyone enough to develop any sort of feelings, love or otherwise. So the fact that you were able to feel this emotion was more than enough for you right now. Especially because Roger seemed more than comfortable with your presences and touch, you could easily keep your feelings for him to yourself. You heard a bell ringing daintily from the upper levels and knew who was calling you. Washing your hands to rid any smell of the fish, you made your way up to the Ladys quarters. As you entered the entry hall with the stairs, you saw she was standing at the door which you had discover lead to shattered mirrors. She had her back to you so you cleared your throat. “You called me?” You asked, staying at the bottom of the stairs. You found she tended to react better when your head was below her own. Even now, after years of being by her side, she preferred it. You were the closest she could consider to a friend here, and she had certainly changed the way she treated you to be more favourably over the last few years. She was more caring, and treated you more like an acquaintance (or even friend) than an employee. But the last few weeks, she seemed a little on edge. You had just assumed it was because the Maw was going to rise again in a few weeks and she carried the stress on her shoulders. “You did not return last night.” She spoke, apparently not surprised by your presence behind her. “No, I fell asleep in the lower levels. I apologies.” You glance away from her, a little embarrassed she had even noticed. “Where?” She turned her head ever so slightly to the right, and you could just see the white of her porcelain mask. “In Rogers quarters.” You specify, wondering if she might have thought you had just passed out on the floor somewhere. “The janitor.” She said in a quiet voice, more like she was speaking to herself than to you. You frowned, unsure of where this line of questioning was going. You were free to roam the ship as you needed. You had once fell asleep in an empty guest bedroom because you and Dee had had too much wine and you didn’t want to wake the Lady. She had never asked you before. “From now on, you are to remain on the upper levels at all times. You may not go into the lower ones. You will not socialise with other staff, you may not venture into the kitchen or further without my prior request and you are to never see the janitor again.” She spoke quickly but with such authority it made you jump. She had not demanded something in this way from you in a long, long time. But as her words worked into your mind, you suddenly realised what her words demanded you do. “You, you cannot be-“ you were about to question her, ascending a few steps as you tried to process everything. “Do not question me.” She half snarled, making you jump as she started to walk up the stairs to the upper levels of her quarters. She was saying you couldn’t see the others again. But they were your friends, your family. And Roger, why him specifically? What had happened to warrant her to demand such a thing from you. When you first arrive, she had promised you as much freedom of the ship as you wanted. But now, she was stripping it away. you could never see Roger again. Never. Your heart broke in your chest as you gasped for breath as you looked up at after her. “Miss, please.” You ran after her, tears flooding your eyes and streaming down your cheeks as your voice broke. You reached out to grab her arm, to beg her to reconsider. That was when it hit you. Physically. She twisted, and then it felt like a wrecking ball had slammed full force into your chest and you were thrown backwards. Your back collided with the wall, sending the pictures of the wall flying. Your body fell to the floor in a wreck. you hadn’t realised but you had screamed from fear and pain. Your world was falling apart before your eyes as you looked up and saw the Lady. She was grasping onto the handrail of the stairs, gasping for breath and almost doubled over as she looked down at you. For the first time since you had first came here, she looked almost weak. When her eyes met yours, they snapped away as she twisted away from. “my orders still stand.” She called over her shoulder, but her voice wavered. One thing was for sure, you weren’t going to disobey her. Not after this. She could very easily kill you. She left you gasping on the platform between the two sets of stairs, your head against the wall as you tried to focus on something. But your head was spinning, your mind blurry. You heard the ding of the elevator and footsteps. The first to come into view was Roger then Dee then Dum behind him. You were too close to passing out to even process what they were saying, but you did feel Roger lift you up. You closed your eyes and the next thing you felt was the soft bed under you and a hand on your cheek. His long fingers asked a silent question which you couldn’t answer. then you heard her voice. It was screaming, like nails on a chalk board. “GET OUT.” She screamed, making you jump with fear and open your eyes. She said it three times in quick succession which was enough to scare the twins out of your room. But Roger stayed, growled as he turned his head away from you. She wasn’t in the room, but her voice and presence was. “GET AWAY FROM MY MAID!” She screamed again but Roger stayed close, not moving from you. “Go, please.” You reached out and grabbed his hand, begging him to leave you. The lady was angry, and this would only end in one way. No sooner had he shook his head in reply to you, he was thrown away from your bedside towards the door like a rag doll. You winced as you tried to move to him but your body was so weak you couldn’t even move out the bed. “Please, leave.” You cried to him, begging him. If she was willing to hurt you the way she did, you didn’t know what she would do to the others. You were by far her favourite. Roger turned his head towards you, faltering. “Leave.” You screamed at him, your heart breaking. This was the last time you would see him, and you couldn’t even tell him how you felt. You could tell him how much you adored him and why you wanted to stay by his side. You couldn’t even take his hands and rub then softly, a gesture which was reserved for only you two. It was too dangerous. Rogers hands found your bedroom door and he vanished out after the twins. You heard a distant ding of the elevator door closing and it descending with your family to the lower levels. you collapsed in a sobbing mess, occasionally letting out a soft scream of pain which felt like it was ripping your insides. You had never been this broken or torn before. Never.

#little nightmares #roger the janitor #roger #the janitor #the lady #the chefs #roger x reader #the janitor x reader #janitor x reader #roger the janitor x reader

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Try To Fix You - Chapter 4

Fandom: Marvel

Rating: T Character(s): Loki Word Count: 2,249

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You phased in and out of consciousness throughout the flight home. The pain would wake you up, only to become too much and push you back under again. You had been vaguely aware of the jet landing at Stark Tower but the doctors quickly administered the general anesthetic and you were put out of your misery.

It was three days until you were able to regain full consciousness and you’re body hated you for it. Your head was heavy and your chest hurt every time you dared to breathe. The entirety of your torso was wrapped tightly in bandages and a breathing tube and IV line protruded from your body. The lights above your bed were exceptionally bright and you slowly became aware of a steady, rhythmic beeping from next to you.

You had never been a patient in the med bay but you had been a visitor enough to know that somewhere on your left was a call button. You felt around blindly until you found it and summoned the doctor on call. A grizzled looking doctor arrived and checked your ECG monitor before speaking to you.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Like I got shot.” You replied, becoming acutely aware and slightly embarrassed by various ‘waste management’ tubes emerging from under the sheet.

“Well you’re not wrong. A single entry wound between your 6th and 7th ribs. It chipped the bone on your 7th rib and punctured your lung. Thankfully it was far enough down the lung that your breathing wasn’t greatly affected, however you will still experience some difficulties over the next month or so. Do you want to try standing?”

You nodded, eager to get rid of the waste management tubes before any of the others come to pay you a visit.

“Visiting opens in an hour.” The doctor explained, as though reading your thoughts. “You’ve had quite a few over the last three days.”

You groaned internally but there wasn’t much you could do about that now. You waited patiently whilst the waste tubes were removed and the breathing tube was detached. You were told that you would need the IV until tomorrow, when they were sure your body was taking care of itself again. Standing up and moving around was a slow process and incredibly painful. It took you nearly an hour to go to the toilet and sponge yourself off in the sink. You were just brushing your teeth when a nurse popped her head around the door to inform you a visitor had arrived. You thanked her and finished up before shuffling back towards your bed.

Loki was waiting for you, sat rigid in the chair next to your bed, staring at a spot on the wall. “Hi!” you smiled, shuffling towards him.

Loki stood and hurried to you, taking your elbow and leading you back to the bed. “Should you be standing so soon?” he asked, concern colouring his voice. He helped you back onto the bed before returning his seat.

You took a moment to take him in, noting that he looked a little more tired than usual. It looked like he hadn’t showered in a few days either. “The doctor assures me I will make a full recovery if I’m careful.” You informed him with a smile.

Loki sighed, leaning back in his chair. He really did look tired. “I thought you said you weren’t in immediate danger on missions?”

“Like you said; all danger is a concern. Nothing ever goes 100% to plan. Something happened and I reacted. Clint needed help and he would have done the same for me.”

“Perhaps they should invest in bullet-proof suits.” Loki muttered darkly, a frown on his face.

“Are you okay?” you asked. “You look a little bit worn out? Have the others been putting you through your paces?”

“I have... had some trouble resting.” Loki admitted. “It appears that I was quite concerned about your injuries.”

You smiled, a familiar warmth filling your belly. “Well, I assure you that I’m fine and I’m not going anywhere.”

Loki smiled and relaxed a little in his chair. The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon talking about books, with only the occasional interruption from another visitor. Loki returned daily throughout the two weeks of your hospitalisation. He was always the first guest in and the last one out. You looked forwards to his visits and soon found yourself counting down the hour until he was allowed in the ward. On several occasions you’d subconsciously scooted his chair closer to your bed, so now he sat within arm’s reach. It wasn’t until the day before you were discharged that you truly realised you had started to develop romantic feelings towards him. You almost laughed aloud at the realisation. Trust you to fall for a God. A God who had sworn to never love another after Sigyn. You certainly knew how to pick them!

But now that you had acknowledged your feelings, there was no stopping them. You found yourself embarrassed to meet his gaze for too long, giggling at anything remotely funny and blushing every time he looked at you for longer than ten seconds. “Are you feeling alright?” Loki asked the day of your discharge, after you had failed to look at him for more than five seconds.

“Yes.” You answered a little too quickly, gathering up your belongings and dropping them into your bag.

Loki regarded you quizzically but didn’t push you any further. He took the bag from you without a word and placed his hand on your back, gently guiding you from the room. You passed Natasha and Thor on the way back to your room, both of whom took quizzical looks at the hand Loki still had resting on your back. “I’m glad you are okay.” Loki said once the two of you were back in your room and your animal companions had departed. “I was concerned.”

“Thank you, Loki.” You smiled gingerly sitting on the edge of your bed. “It is genuinely nice to know that you care.”

Loki returned your smile, sitting down on the edge of your bed and placing your bag on the edge of the floor. “It is nice to have a friend again.” He confessed. “It has been some time since I last had anyone other than my brother to talk to.”

“It’s nice to consider you a friend too.” Although honestly you’d much rather consider him more. You leant your head against his shoulder and was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t push you away.

Over the next few days Loki was sure to meet you at your bedroom door and stay by your side until you retired for the night. He waited outside your hospital room when your bandages were changed and made you any meals that you wanted. The two of you were almost oblivious to the others and they gave you a wide berth. Meanwhile you only fell harder for Loki and your school girl crush turned into something you could call love.

Loki contained to guide you with gentle hands on your back and allowed you to rest your head on his shoulder but he shied away from anything else. On your fourth day of release, after he’d walked you to your quarters, you absent-mindedly hugged him. You weren’t really thinking, just wound your arms around his waist and gave him a light squeeze. He was warm and smelled truly heavenly. For just a moment he instinctively returned the hug, only to realise what he was doing and step away suddenly. He stared at you for a moment before turning on his heel and hurrying away without another word.

You were still internally kicking yourself the following morning when Loki failed to meet you at the door. He wasn’t in the kitchen either, much to your disappointment and Thor’s surprise. “Y/N, where is my brother?” he boomed. “I thought he was your second shadow!”

You sighed, seating yourself at the dining table. “I appear to have offended him.”

“Nonsense!” Thor laughed, passing you a mug of coffee. “My brother does not offend easily!”

“He practically ran away from me last night.” You deadpanned. “Didn’t say a word, he just ran.”

Thor frowned, taking a seat opposite you. “What happened?”

“I hugged him.” you admitted sheepishly. “I wasn’t really thinking, I just sort of did it.”

“Ah.” Thor nods as though he holds all the knowledge in the universe and knows exactly what happened. “I believe you may have confirmed my brother worst nightmare and most fervent daydream all at once?”

“What, do physically assault him?” you laughed, stirring your coffee half-heartedly.

“He’s in love with you.”

You laughed loudly, pulling the muscles in your chest uncomfortably. “Don’t be ridiculous Thor! He doesn’t love me! We’re just friends and I overstepped a boundary, that’s all.”

“No, he loves you. He told me so!” Thor puffs his chest as though he were a teacher’s pet handing in extra credit.

“I’m sorry Thor, but he must be lying to you. He told me himself that he could never love another after Sigyn. What happened to her destroyed him and he doesn’t want to go through that again. He’d certainly never fall in love with a mortal.”

“And I am sorry to tell you that he is most certainly in love with you! You’re right when you say he didn’t want to love again, but love works in strange and mysterious ways. He’s in love with you and that’s final. Only he never thought you would return his love.”

“Who said I do?”

Thor raises an eyebrow and you roll your eyes.

“Fine, okay, yes. I’m in love with your brother.”

“Wonderful!” Thor booms. “Now go tell him!” Thor pours some coffee into a thermal flask and presents it to you like a trophy.

With a sigh and a sense of foreboding you took the flask and began your search of Loki. He wasn’t in the library and his quarters were empty so you headed up to the helipad. Sure enough he was sat behind the pillar on the ledge you had found him on so many weeks ago. “Hey!” you called out over the wind.

Loki flinched and his eyes widened when he saw you leaning around the pillar. “What are you doing here?” he cried, jumping to his feet and pulling you away from the edge. “It’s far too dangerous for you to be up here when you can’t bend properly.”

“I brought you coffee.” You smiled, brandishing the flask. “And an apology.”

Loki took the thermal in one hand and pushed you back towards the airlock. “Apology for what?” he asked once the two of you were back in the building.

“For hugging you last night.”

“Oh.” Loki’s posture loosened up a little and became less defensive. “Did you not mean to?”

He sounded almost disappointed, but that may have just been you reading too much into it. “I meant to, but I should have asked you first.” You explained. “I forget you’re not human and that you’re technically a God. You have different customs to us. I’m sorry.”

“It merely surprised me.” Loki smiled almost sadly. “It has been some time since anyone chose to hug me.”

You took a deep breath, deciding to just take the plunge. “I know, and I’m sorry. But humans have this amazing habit of letting their emotions control them and my emotions just make me want to hug you and hold your hand and kiss you and just spend every moment with you. I’m sorry for that because I know you swore to never love anyone else but apparently I just can’t help myself falling in love with you.”

Loki looked at you with an expression of confusion and amusement. “Humans really are a strange species.” He mused eventually. “I have done nothing to deserve your love, yet here you are laying yourself at my feet and opening your heart to me.” Loki chuckled and shook his head. “You love me knowing that I caused the death of the last person to love me. You tell me it’s not my fault and refuse to let me punish myself accordingly.” Tentatively he reached up and ran the tip of his finger down the side of your cheek. “And yet I find myself falling in love with you in return, despite all of my best efforts. If I didn’t know you to be a fragile human I would accuse you of being a sorceress.”

You smiled, gently wrapping your finger around his wrist and keeping his hand against your face, enjoying the feeling of his cool skin against yours. “So it’s agreed? We’re both a little bit foolish.”

Loki stepped forwards so that your chests were touching and he towered over you. “I have but one thing left to ask you. One opportunity left for you to save yourself and walk away.”

“Never.” You breathed, breath hitching in your throat.

Loki smiled, leaning down so that his lips brushed your ear when he spoked. “Will you permit me to kiss you?”

You nodded wordlessly and felt your heart skip several beats as he gently pressed his soft lips to yours. It was a fleeting moment but the feeling would linger for hours to come. Loki smiled and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close and placing a tender kiss on your forehead. “I love you, you silly human.”

#Loki #Loki/reader #lokimp

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Top Ten Favourite Anime Games

For this list, I will only be including games that are specifically considered part of the anime genre, NOT games that were created by Japan Studio or other Japanese companies/creators. So games like shadow of the colossus, Bloodborne, Metal Gear, Resident Evil, etc., won’t be mentioned. While it is arguable that such games could fit the anime genre, it’s never been clarified. So here’s a list of my top 10 anime games.

1. Gravity Rush

There’s no real order for this list EXCEPT for Gravity Rush. It is easily my number one favourite pick. I bought it for next to nothing thinking it would be a cute little experience, but it ended up gripping my interest for four days straight; which is rare for me. While at work, all I could think about was getting back to it, and it’s one of the few games with trophies that didn’t annoy me. Seriously-- not one trophy pissed me off. In every game there’s at least two or three that really grind my gears, but Gravity Rush had nada.

There are several challenges in the game that are tough but fair, and they never become boring because they’re designed in such a way that the more you play them, the better you get. You begin to learn the controls, the landscape, the shortcuts, etc., which makes for some excellent gameplay. At no point in the game do you feel like a failure, which is nice once in a while. On top of that the story is fun, the characters are lovable, and the art is breathtaking. During each new chapter, we’re given information in the form of a hand-drawn manga, which only adds to the uniqueness. The language in the game is also made up, so anyone can relate to it. And the music? Oh, don’t even get me started:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxIC6Vu1ee0&t=43s

And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, they went ahead and created a sequel, Gravity Rush 2! It’s pretty rare, in my opinion anyway, that video games have sequels that measure up to their predecessor, but Gravity Rush 2 might be even better! It lets us revisit old friends, make new friends, explore more areas, it gives us grater challenges and a newly implemented difficulty setting, and additional online adventures that have nothing to do with achievements! What really hits me about these games, though, is the freedom. You get to fly wherever you want, anytime you want, at ridiculous speeds. The world is vast, beautiful, and so fun to navigate.

After playing and falling in love with these games, I can only assume they’re called “Gravity Rush” because they’re an absolute rush to play.

2. Devil May Cry

Specifically the first game, Devil May Cry will always have a special place in my heart. I played the game a lot when I was in grade school and kept replaying it well into my high school years. All the way up until my PS2 broke. :’)

Now, I do know that this game was created by Capcom and that it was supposed to be related to the Resident Evil franchise, but director Hideki Kamiya openly stated that the game is an anime-style hack and slash action-adventure game, and even gave the anime T.V. show, Devil May Cry: The Animated Series by Shin Itagaki, his professional seal of approval.

That said, Devil May Cry is addictive with its brutal but charming character Dante, and its dark and twisted plot/gameplay. If you’re into cool characters, blood and guts, and kick-ass combat, this is the game for you!

3. Catherine

Another nostalgic game for me, Catherine was something I played constantly when I was in high school. The animation is enticing, the story is a giant mind f*ck, and the English voice acting is stupendous. Like many story-related anime games, it has multiple endings, as well as a karma metre that wraps into your choices. The story revolves around a man named Vincent Brooks, who is beset by supernatural nightmares while torn between his feelings for longtime girlfriend Katherine and the similarly-named beauty Catherine.

While the game is mostly a platformer, the challenges are unreal, especially in Babel (an extra area not related to the story) and the arcade game, Rapunzel. If you want your brain to turn to mush, I’d suggest setting this baby to the hardest difficulty. Naturally there’s a trophy for beating everything with a gold time, so if you get that you’ll be able to gloat to all your friends about how smart you are. XD

Jokes aside, though, there are other aspects to the game that keep you going. You won’t get bored of the platforming because between each level is the story, given to us in two distinct anime styles, and a trip to the bar, where you can get drunk and interact with other characters. Depending on the dialogue you choose, you could be responsible for their dreams coming true ... or their untimely death. A remake of the game will be coming out for PS4 next year and I can’t wait to play it!

4. No More Heroes

No More Heroes is another action-adventure hack and slash video game that follows a man named Travis Touchdown ... who is a hardcore otaku. Literally all he cares about is killing and anime, which makes for a hilarious story. Travis is also a top-class assassin in a world where assassins constantly compete. Think John Wick: The Anime. This game is full of comedy and combat, as well as cool characters, crude challenges, and a cuddly kitty cat. I played this game religiously when I was in high school, and enjoyed it even up to it’s weird mind f*ck of an ending. The only downside being that it’s only available on Wii, which made for an interesting and unique experience, but a sad realisation that it will never be available for any other platform.

5. Trauma Center: Second Opinion

Just like No More Heroes, Trauma Center: Second Opinion is only available on Wii; but that in no way affected my love for it. Second Opinion is the second game in a long line of Trauma Centers, but for some reason it’s the only one I enjoy. Perhaps it’s because playing it on the Wii gave it a sense of realism. The game is a surgery simulator, and like an actual surgeon, you have to concentrate and keep your hands steady to succeed. If you move too quickly or throw yourself off balance, the patient will die. The art and music are also incredible and, believe it or not, there’s actually a pretty interesting story that goes along with each chapter. As you work your way to more advanced operations, you really take a liking to the characters and feel a strong sense of duty to your patients. To anyone who owns a Wii, this is definitely a game I’d recommend.

6. Chibi-Robo!

Chibi-Robo! This game takes me back! I spent hours upon hours playing this game, and I still would today if my copy hadn’t been stolen. This little treat is only available on the Wii and GameCube, and was created by Nintendo. It’s one of the most adorable platform-adventure games I’ve ever played to date. The Wiki explains the plot perfectly, so I’ll just post it here:

“Chibi-Robo! takes place in a 1960s-style American home and revolves around a tiny, highly advanced robot of the same name. He is given as a birthday gift to a socially withdrawn eight-year-old named Jenny Sanderson by her father. This is much to the dismay of Jenny's mother, a homemaker who is constantly stressed over how much money her husband spends on toys despite his unemployment.”

For a game that seems so basic, there are a plethora of areas to explore and they are huge. Ironically so, I’m sure, but it makes for some amazing gameplay nonetheless. As you wander, you help other creatures around the house, including the family, solve their problems and complete challenging and often comedic tasks; such as flipping burgers, cleaning up puddles, and-- you know-- helping the egg general save his fellow egg soldiers from the household dog. Yeah, stuff like that. XD

Honestly, it’s super fun and I recommend it to anyone, no matter what their age. It’s clearly geared towards children, but I can’t think of a single reason why an adult wouldn’t enjoy it just as much. It’s relaxing, freeing, and puts a genuine smile on your face. :)

7. Pokemon X and Y

Okay, I know I probably shouldn’t add Pokemon to this list, but I can’t help it! I’ve always loved the Pokemon games, but they just get better and better every time! Pokemon X and Y quickly became favourites of mine, and they consumed my life for a good two months as I captured every single Pokemon, bred the perfect IVs, and worked my ass off to get every shiny I desired. On top of that, I loved the story and, for once, how my character design turned out. What’s more, I fell absolutely in love with the Looker side quest, which is possibly the best and most emotional side quest I’ve ever played in a Pokemon game. X and Y will always be special to me, because in was with these two games that I caught ‘em all!

8. Pokemon Sun and Moon

Visually, Pokemon Sun and Moon are the best of the Pokemon games, in my opinion. They were also the first to really shake things up and give fans new and improved methods of breeding, capture, travel, communication, and more. We were also introduced to a new type of pokemon called “ultra beasts”, along with a fun and alluring story with several new characters and legendaries. Throughout the game, I found myself laughing hard at some of the experiences, and I spent countless hours capturing, trading, breeding, spoiling, and loving all of the new pokemon the games had to offer. I even transferred my pokemon from X and Y over so I could give them the same love and affection. ^_^

I have to thank @cassafra5 and @george-nordington, because they’re the ones who bought me this masterpiece! Thanks, guys! <3

9. .hack//OUTBREAK

This is a game that will always be near and dear to my heart. Back before guides were widely available, I was playing a game called .Hack//OUTBREAK. It came out in 2002, when I was only 12 years old. Back then, my dad was still alive. He never really understood my taste in anime, but he wanted to try and relate, so he bought this game for me on a whim. Little did he know I knew absolutely nothing about the .Hack series, and little did either of us know that OUTBREAK was actually the third part to two other .Hack games. Still, I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, so I played the game-- and I fell in love.

Visually, OUTBREAK was one of the best games I owned on PS2, and although parts of the story were difficult to follow, I was hooked. I dedicated entire days to this game, and because there weren’t any guides, I had to write down every code and location so I wouldn’t get lost/forget them. Today, I still have pages folded safely in the case. The amount of exploration and character interaction opened me up to a whole new genre of video games. In fact, it basically introduced me to anime-style games. I could actually buy gifts for my friends and build relationships. That seems common now, but back then it wasn’t for a typical PS2 game.

Unfortunately, tragedy struck when the save cartridge was accidentally kicked by my brother and all of my data was lost. I wasn’t too concerned, since I figured I could just replay the game and get everything back ... but the disk was also severely, irreparably scratched. It no longer plays. As such, it is now merely a keepsake from my father. I miss you, dad.

But 16 years later and my sister and I are still quoting this game! XD @alannahkiwi https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0I-7hwgwqa4

10. Persona 5

I only recently started playing Persona 5, but it’s quickly made its way to my top ten. I can’t say too much about it just yet, aside from the fact that the animation is crisp, the story is gripping, and I’m ready to sink hours of my life into platinuming this gorgeous feet of human achievement! So much heart and sole was poured into this game and it shows with every in-game step I take. This is the only game on this list that I haven’t yet finished, but I have a sense that I don’t really need to. Thus far, every mission has been a gem and I don’t want the party to end!

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