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ahh hi tella!!! so happy that ur writing for obx :) i need to see how rafe would handle a latina sweeetheart 🎀 maybe she’s kie’s cousin? i just know he’d probably be such a cocky jerk ughhhhhh thx babe

omg i am blushing just thinking about this xo

you were laid on the warmed surface of your towel, leaning on your forearms as your sun kissed skin continued the drink in the intense rays, your white, cherry covered bikini clashing perfectly against your tanned complexion, you loved days at the beach, i mean, what better way to kill time, than to eat fresh fruits and listen to your favorite music, while taking in the stunning north carolina sun for all of its glory?

you continued to lay back, your sunglasses shielding your eyes as you hummed along to the amy winehouse song that flowed through your speakers. the sudden shadow that overtook your vision, now causing you to remove your sunglasses, your eyes squinted as you took in the sight of your cousin - kiara carrera.

your chest visibly rose and fell as you sighed, your squinted frown fading into a gleeful smile, “what’s up, kie?” you asked, your wispy eyelashes batting as she hastily dropped herself onto the sand beside you.

she quickly looked over her shoulder, rolling her eyes as she returned her attention back to you, her arm reaching over you stomach as she grabbed a red grape that sat in the sweaty sand-covered container that rested by your waist, “nothing, it’s just jj being — jj,” she sighed, popping the small fruit into her mouth.

you liked jj, platonically, of course.

“he seems nice,” you chirped, turning onto your stomach, the cherry decorated bikini bottoms that you wore, now wedged between the plush cheeks of your ass as it faced the warm sun.

kiara shrugs with a slight shake of her head, you could tell that she wanted to say more, but decided against it, the moment her eyes fell on your back.

your nails clashed against one another as you undid the knot that secured your bikini top, and concealed your perky breasts, eager to get as much of an even tan as possible, “why are you looking at me like that?” you questioned, reaching for a grape.

“i dunno — maybe it’s because you just undid your top?” kiara countered sarcastically.

you stuck out your tongue, placing the grape into your mouth, soft biting into the crispy fruit before resting the side of your cheek against the surface of your hand, “but, i hate tanlines,” you pouted with a laugh.

you and kiara were thick as thieves, and sure, the reasoning for why you had to live with your cousin wasn’t the most pleasant — but she loved having you around. you were raised as sisters, both of you holding the most intimate details about the other. and boy, did you both balance each other out well! you were bubbly and were quick to let anyone in, which served to be a detriment to you at times, nevertheless, you were a hopeless romantic who made it her business to find beauty in even the most mundane of things.

as you would say, you loved everything that was pretty. your blown-out hair was always shining, wispy eyelashes always curled immaculately, supple lips glazed in shimmery gloss, acrylic-enforced nails always painted in varying shades of pink or a simple french design. you loved wearing clothes that would show off your lower back and midriff - why? no rhyme or reason, you just like how it looked.

you had a heart of gold, wrapped in a bow, making it easy for those around you to be pulled into you and your dreamy ways.

it also made it just as easy for you to end up hurt and taken advantage of.

you and kiara remained engrossed in each other, laughter emitting from the both of you, “so, are you going to stay for the kegger or are we going home for dinner?” kie questioned, a smile remaining on her lips as she watched you try to tame your overwhelming fit of laughter.

you spoke with a giggle, “i don’t know, i promised tio that i’d help him with dinner, one of these days,” you whined, your innocent eyes searching kiara’s for any kind of pull towards your decision.

“okay, well we need to decide soon, before-” kiara began, her words ceasing as a large shadow suddenly towered over the two of you.

you straightened your neck, looking up through your lashes as the tall guy crouched down, your eyes following as he leveled with you. fuck, he was hot.

“shit, kie, y’didn’t tell me you had a secret hot sister,” the guy spoke, his bright blue eyes cutting into yours as swallowed thickly, your glossy lips now running dry.

you tried to remain as still as possible, your eyes widening at the realization that your bikini top was still untied.

“fuck off, rafe, she’s my cousin,” kiara scoffed with disgust.

you remained entranced by the guy, rafe, who kept his bright eyes on yours, a smirk tugging on his lips as he took a quick look over your shoulder, tilting his head at the sight of your untied top and barely-there bottoms.

“ah, cousin?” he asked mockingly, licking over his lips, “does this cousin of yours have a name?” he pushed, the glint of his chain peeking out from his crisp t-shirt now catching your eye.

you sweetly revealed your name, your oh-so slight accent spilling through as you subconsciously batted your pretty lashes up at rafe, “and you are,” you smiled, a toothy grin.

“rafe cameron,” he spoke sternly, ignoring kiara’s protests with a roll of his eyes as he leaned closer to you, until his lips reached your ear, “i’d shake your hand, but i wouldn’t want everyone at this beach to see what you got under there,” he cooed, his condescending tone like silk in your ears.

you couldn’t help but blush like a schoolgirl, much to your cousin’s dismay.

rafe decided to make push just a little bit more, “may i?” he spoke rhetorically, his large hands sliding down your shoulder blades.

“rafe, what the fu-”

you remained still, refusing to make eye contact with kiara as rafe tied the strings of your bikini top into a secure knot, “relax, kie - m’just making her decent,” he pulled away, standing firmly of his feet.

you’d be lying, if you said that you rafe’s hands against your warmed skin didn’t excite you. his touch was oddly tantalizing for you as you were forced to ignore the subtle ache that pulsed between your legs.

you pushed yourself off of your front, now standing directly across from rafe, his eyes shamelessly drinking in the sight of your chest as he was especially intrigued by the tan line that was revealed by the shifted cup of your bikini top.

“thank you, rafe” you spoke softly, holding out your hand as you took in the staggering height difference between you and the man before you, his buzz cut hair causing you to bashfully bite down into the sticky swell of your bottom lip.

rafe accepted your hand, the sound of his name rolling off of your tongue causing blood to rush to his length as he let out a dry chuckle, enclosing his fingers around your hand, watching closely as your breath slightly hitched from his subtle grip on your hand. you two remained like this for a beat as rafe sized you up — he could smell just how genuine and sweet you were, his mind carelessly wandering to how you’d look under him, taking him for all he has. you were much smaller than him, and it ticked a region in his tainted mind that suddenly ached to have you around in any way possible.

the sudden cut of a deep voice calling out didn’t even faze rafe as his lips curved into a smile, “yo! rafe, i’ve been looking everywhere for you man,” a taller blond guy appeared beside rafe.

rafe softly released your hand, before wiping the corners of his mouth with his index finger and thumb, exhaling sharply as he faced the blond, “well, top, i’ve been busy catchin’ up with good ol’ kie, and her pretty little cousin that’s she’s been hiding from us.”

the taller blond glanced at you, he was quicker to size you up, before redirecting rafe back into his original conversation. kiara softly grabbed your arm, carrying your speaker and container of grapes.

“let’s go home,” she nudged her head towards the street, completely privy to how dumbstruck rafe had made you. she could tell that you liked it and refused to ever allow rafe to get his hands on you.

at least, not when she was around.

“oh, okay,” you mumbled defeatedly, reaching down to grab your towel from the sand, quickly turning to face rafe who watched intently as you walked away.

“bye,” you mouthed with a small wave, before turning around to catch up with your feverish cousin.

rafe continued to feign interest in whatever the fuck topper was talking about, his eyes set on your body as you walked farther and father away from him. god, he loved the way your ass bounced with each step you took. in his fucked mind, he knew that kiara was right to keep you hidden, but now since you weren’t hidden, at least not from him, he knew that it would only be a matter of time before you were his, and his only.

of course, you being such a willing sweetheart made it all the more easier for him.

#anon #asks #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #obx #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe cameron imagine #sweetheart!reader

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mirrormazeworld · 8 months

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Twst Analysis and Findings Why Crowley isn't Malleus's Dad, Unpopular Chapter 5 Diasomnia Twst Theory

While 99.9% of people seem to be convinced that Crowley is Levan, I'm that 0.01% who is still not convinced yet because there are some things that I found really odd if Crowley is Malleus's dad. So odd that this post itself has become a long post.

If you search for something and want to read where Crowley isn't Levan/Malleus's dad, then this theory and analysis is for you because here I'll explain some points for your considerations before jumping to conclusions, though I'm not sure if anyone will care about what I write and hear this small opinion at this point.

1. Heavily implied "another dragon from another country"

In Diasomnia chapter 4, it's said from Lilia's dialogue that "Draconia clan are the descendants of the dragons". All this time we might think that "Draconia are the only dragon in Twisted Wonderland" but in chapter 5 it's revealed that Draconia aren't the only dragon in Twisted Wonderland because there are other dragon clans from faraway country.

Malleus's dad, Levan's title is 竜眼公 in Japanese and it can be translated literally as "Dragon Eye Lord" or "Longan Lord". (More about his title, you can see it in my previous post)

If we see it the way like how longan fruit is named, (龍眼) either 龍眼 or 竜眼 still have the same meaning, but the only difference is 龍眼 is from Cantonese while 竜眼 is from Japanese.

But the main points in common are : They are both "Dragon Eye" and "Eastern Countries"

Which means there's a high possibility that Levan is a dragon from the longan clan/eastern dragon clan.

What's more interesting is that Lilia seems to be very fond of this "Long/Eastern Dragon" that he wants to spend the rest of his life there in their homeland. Out of all the countries he can and had ever visited, why did he choose "Red Dragon Country" in particular?

In first Halloween event Diasomnia also went with the theme of Long and it's revealed that it was Malleus's idea himself with Lilia providing more information about the Eastern Dragon Country culture and the Longs. And then there's that one dialogue said by Lilia himself in the Halloween Event :

"In fact, one such Long became a family's guardian spirit"

It is somehow similar to Levan who has been like a guardian to Meleanor and his draconia family, as her husband, her Left General alongside Lilia (Right General), and her most trusted person (Meleanor's Eyes and Limbs)

If it's not a subtle information but also kind of important that it's heavily implied many times just like Malleus who froze the time in Endless Halloween then I don't know what it is.....

2. Discarded Character Concept (?)

In twst exhibition there's an initial concept art of Crowley where he seems to have a similar theme and is somehow grouped with Diasomnia. It's because he had the same color as that of Diasomnia, even you can see the thorns on his leg and arm which as we know, is the symbol of Diasomnia/related to Draconia family (Sleeping Beauty Squad)

However, if we compare Crowley's old design and his original, usual one, in the design of the Crowley that we know now, twst seems to actually change every Diasomnia/Sleeping Beauty concept out of him and replace it all, from "thorns" to "mirrors" and "golden keys", and leave only the "corvid" part of him.

The question is, Why did Yana and twst team go into such trouble to change him all the way?

In Diasomnia Chapter 4 it's revealed that "Briar Kingdom has two castles : Black Scale Castle (Briar Valley's Main/Capital Castle) and Wild Rose Castle (Meleanor's Castle)

Diasomnia chapter is heavily tied with Wild Rose Castle rather than Black Scale Castle and places the main casts of Diasomnia chapter in Wild Rose Castle rather than Black Scale Castle and wrote Meleanor as Princess rather than a Queen. I know Diasomnia chapter was written with Sleeping Beauty as its story frame, and Meleanor is supposed to take the role of Maleficent in that story, but the question is why they created two castles and used Wild Rose Castle as the main background of the story rather than just create and use one castle, and give the title "Princess" to Meleanor and not a "Queen" since Maleficia, Malleus's grandma is the Queen? In the original and older version of sleeping beauty by Brothers Grimm, "Maleficent" is depicted as a Queen who is jealous of Talia (Sleeping Beauty) and not a Princess. It's as if they want to separate what is "exclusively Diasomnia chapter" from Briar Valley/Briar Kingdom itself.

This is honestly only my personal opinion, but based on these facts, the only logical, possible explanation I can think of is because they want to give this Diablo/Diaval's role to this Lord Longan so that Crowley can play a more bigger role rather than just a diplomat/messenger, and thus, discarded the old Crowley concept and made it invalid.

Thinking the old design as the valid source of information means that you want to tell people that "Epel with skirt and Idia as the little brother are canon" but are they now? Do twst used that concept in the end? Does Epel wear skirt in game and Idia is Ortho's little brother? Of course not, and you already saw it yourself that Yana already discarded that idea completely.

3. A seemingly Disastrous Chronology if Levan is Crowley

With the given information from in game, I want you to think with logic here :

Lilia is 700 years old. NRC gave him a letter of acceptance 500 years ago, but then he ripped it, and then Levan taped it back and stored it in royal archives. Silver said they are in Lilia's dream from 400 years ago and as we know this is when the war between faes and Silver Owl occurred, and at that time it's said that Levan was missing.

Now what I find odd is : if Levan is Crowley, then who sent the NRC acceptance letter to Lilia? We all know the Headmaster is in charge of student admission just like how he permitted Yuu and Grim to become NRC students, sending letters to people acknowledged by dark mirror, persuading Kalim's family, letting Ortho enroll even though he is an android and so on. And if Crowley is Levan, he wouldn't be able to do his job as Headmaster in Land of Dawning because he would need to be present in Briar Valley by Lilia's side to tape back the letter Lilia had torn to shreds.

Keep in mind that there are no official exact years and number from twst itself how long Crowley had been headmaster of NRC yet but from Diasomnia chapter it's clear that NRC already existed back then far before the war between humans and fae.

This one is just my personal opinion, but I'm more convinced that Crowley was the one who cast complex, ancient spell on Grim and therefore, know something about the extremely rare overblot incident that seems to always happen in NRC (and so we heard his voice summoning Yuu and said "we are all running out of time" in the prologue") and so he is tied more heavily to book 8 (Ramshackle/NRC) after Diasomnia if it does exist in the future than book Diasomnia.

Both The Watcher from Island of Woe (Idia's family) and the primeval spell that casted on Grim which seems to be similar to Shroud family's curse were from when the nature of overblot was not known yet and was considered as natural disaster, dated back to the "Age of Gods" which is approximately 1000 years ago.

But then you might think "Oh maybe Crowley had lived that long and pretended to be Levan to play his role." This is impossible because Lilia, Meleanor and Levan are childhood friends and well, Lilia said it himself that they were still children, besides Lilia is 700 years old and not 1000 years old.

Therefore I don't think Crowley is Malleus's Dad, Levan. But if someone said "Crowley was Maleficia's (Malleus's grandma) subordinate, then I can believe them because that way it will be possible for him to exist since the Age of Gods.

And perhaps this is also the reason why Yana and twst teams purposely wrote Diasomnia story with two castles and used Wild Rose Castle as the main background scene in the story rather than just created and used one castle, because they do wanted to separate it and created a place exclusively to tell Diasomnia story so it wont disturb the other plot of the other story and create a plot hole as a whole.

And so that's all the many reasons why I don't think Crowley is Malleus's Dad. Unless someone can answer the questions that had been swirling around my head because of how absurd Crowley is Malleus's Dad theory is which I had been marked with red color in this post and explained it logically or the official told it themselves then I won't be convinced.

#twisted wonderland #twst theory #dire crowley #twst crowley #twst thoughts #malleus draconia #twst malleus #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #twst levan #personally I think Crowley is Malleus's Dad theory is so absurd #unpopular opinion #twst spoilers #twst chapter 7 spoilers #twst chapter 7

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cloned-eyes · 1 year

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Stormy Seas | Part II

Merman!Wrecker x GN! Reader

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After your strange encounter you're determined to find out more about the creature you had freed that faithful day. And after making new aquaintances your island is also hit with another tragedy that serves as the soil for looming shadows of the past

WARNINGS: GRAPHIC DESRCIBTION OF BLOOD, GORE AND DEAD BODIES, VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR AND INSULTS (in the last third), no use of Y/N, no describtion of outer appearance in any way

We start of with some sweet fluff before getting into the murder mystery part of this story. As always not beta read and I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes and typos. I hope you enjoy it any way.

You had remained out there for far to long. Out on the open ocean staring into the waves in hopes that he would return at any given moment for hours. Without success.

It took you a while to process everything. If you were honest, it still felt like something that had happened in a dream instead of real life.

Truth to be told, even now you somewhat believed you had hit your head or eaten something gone bad, mind now hazy due to toxins and sanity washed away by it.

This creature – Wrecker- had fully warped your reality in a way you never had imagined. And while still being rather vary of the whole situation and also somewhat suspicious you found yourself yearning with the desire to meet him again.

Maybe it was the little, heavy imaginative child that still remained deep in your chest. Causing those wishes, always dreaming of encountering a cryptical creature, befriending and going on adventures with it like the heroes in your favourite stories. You had grown up since then, learning that most of those stories were just, well, stories. Your new acquaintance however argued that.

You didn't tell anyone. Not that anybody would have believed you anyway but you doubted that Shep needed you running around the island telling stories about your supernatural encounter while people still remained missing. If you were honest, you didn't believed that they would return. It had been nearly a week by now. Everything that would be found now was probably not alive any more. Not that you dared to out right say that. Heavens above, not in a million years.

Instead you did your best to support your community. Staying off the ocean for a while, helping with more pressing matters on land. Cleaning up the streets. Helping getting rid of the wreckage scattered all across the lower city. Saving everything left to be saved. However, ever so often you found your gaze wandering. Always finding it's way back to the shimmering ocean surrounding you.

Now you knew about something out there, that many didn't. Your mind constantly pondering if he was out there, head just barely above the surface gazing towards the island.

A slight wave of embarrassment hit you every time you realised you had stopped what you were supposed to be doing while staring into the distance instead. There were more urgent matters that required your full attention right know. Shaking the thoughts of your head you tried to focus on the more importing things, pushing Wrecker back into the back corners of your mind. At least for now.

Another two weeks passed by in a blur and your life finally got back to a bit more of normality. Seizing the opportunity one faithful morning you sat foot onto your boat again. It felt like the first time in ages.

It was in the early hours of dawn as you reached your designation. Turning your engine off you

let the waves softly rock your boat while your eyes searched the ocean for a glimpse of him. Sun just about to wake up and rise from the ocean. You feared that during the days that had passed every chance of seeing him again had been snuffed out. It was a bit disheartening but since the feeling of being watched never had fully went away you were somewhat hopeful that not everything was over just yet.

So you waited. Pouring yourself a mug of caf you listened to the sound of the waves crashing gently against the body of your boat, ears catching the faint sounds of screaming seagulls echoing from the coast. Paired with the soft warm light dawn it was a truly peaceful atmosphere. Warming your fingers on your mug and gently blowing away the steam you took a light, testing sip. A mixture of the hot bitter caf and the admittedly large amount of sugar and cocoa you had poured into it hit your tongue in the most delicious way. You had adapted the way of drinking this beverage from your mother. Savouring the taste of caf and hot cocoa alike, it was a dream come true and a good way to start your mornings.

After aimlessly roaming the ocean's surface for a while your gaze eventually sat on the rising sun.

Enjoying the feeling of the first warm sun rays of the day your body shivered slightly. You had a good feeling about how this day would go. Fishing your generously filled lunch box out of your

waterproofed backpack you plopped a few pieces of fruits into your mouth, following up with one of the chocolate glazed oatmeal cookies. A few crumbs landed on your lap as you took a bite from the cookie, swiftly brushing it of your pants as sudden “clank” hit your ears. Your movement froze slightly, head faintly moving into the direction from which the sound had originated from.

Cautiously chewing down your cookie you turned around, eyes quickly falling onto front left gunwale. His scared, bald head barley glanced over the edge, one pitch black and one milky white eye focusing on you, glistening with curiosity.

Swallowing down the food which was left in your throat as well as a building lump of nervousness you softly nodded at him.

“Good morning”

You voice was soft, almost too quiet to make it over the sounds of the rushing ocean. But he seemed to have heard you, head slightly tilting and continuing to watch you closely. After another moment had passed, he mirrored your gesture, slowly repeating it. The shyest of smiles ghosted over you face. So your intuition hadn’t betrayed you.

The both of you continued to watch each other. He was definitely intrigued by you, disappearing for short fractions of time due to the rhythm of the waves. You felt like you should do something, say something but couldn’t think of one possible thing to let out of your mouth.

It was clear that he could understand you, hell he could talk but in opposite to you, his desire to voice any words seemed very slim. You tried to come up with something to do next, to get connection further than just starring at each other going. Dying for getting a closer look at him you felt your legs bounce while trying to figure something out. The movement of your legs caused your lunch box to move, nearly falling out of your lap. Hands catching it last minute, causing you to let out a sharp sound of surprise as your eyes fell on the lunch box.

Soft splashing could be heard, causing your gaze to shoot up back to Wrecker. His head peaked a bit farther over your gunwale, eyes glued onto what you were doing. Glancing between your food and him an idea bloomed in your head. Slowly not to startle him, you took out an oatmeal cookie.

“Want one?”

His head tilted a bit further, sharply eyeing the thing that you held in your hand. You doubted he

knew what a cookie was and internally face palmed yourself. He lived in the ocean. Obviously, there were no pastries down there.

You took a bite from the treat in your hands, before pointing it towards him yet again, hoping to get your point across. You noticed how his brows slightly peaked up, black eye lancing between you and the cookie you held out.

A few seconds past and you felt your heart pumping in your ears as you waited in with bated breath.

Very hesitantly he began to move. Head sinking and disappearing out of your sight, but you could

hear the sound of moving water and caught a quick glimpse of his dorsal fin. Now having a clear sight of it you didn't fail to notice that big parts of it where missing. Scars that matched the brutality of the ones on his head spread over it as well.

You stretched you neck in hopes of not losing sight of him, but you eventually failed, fin vanishing as well. There was a short pause, and you nearly didn’t dare to move, only your eyes roamed over the spot where he had previously been. Then he appeared directly beside you. Eyes peaking up from under the ships edge. It felt surreal to have him so near all of the sudden. Halting your breath your eyes examined every inch of his face, trying to burn his image into your brain for all times to come.

It was strange. He looked human, almost. If not for his eyes he could have one fooled. That and the strange aura radiating from him. Revealing that he was something greater than just human. It was impressive how perfectly still he remained in the water.

Remembering what had been your plan in the first place you blinked, hand holding the cookie moving towards him. Maybe the movement had been a bit to quick since he flinched, notably retracting into the waves. Limbs freezing for a second you continued your motion much more slowly, carefully placing the food on the boats edge. His body moved back up. Closely eyeing you and the offering. He was hesitant to take it. Movement tense and cautious.

Taking it he brought the pastry up to his nose, taking a few light sniffs. Meanwhile you stretched your neck slightly, eyes tracing the scars spread across his face and following them down his neck. Immediately stopping as his intense gaze was back on your face. You reached for another cookie out of your lunch box, offering a small encouraging smile before taking a bit of it. He studied you cosily as you chewed your bite, swallowing it down before taking the smallest bite from his.

Eyes growing wide in surprise as the sweet flavour bloomed on his tongue. With no further time wasted he greedily devoured the cookie. Watching his positive reaction earned you a victorious feeling. Yet again meeting his eyes it was hard to miss the plea for more in them. So you offered him another. And another. An another. Sharing almost all the food contained in your lunch box with him. Going over to he fruits after all the cookies were devoured. Pineapple seemed to be especially tasty for him.

You eventually had stopped laying the food on the gunwale and instead offered him the lunch box directly. All prior shyness and hesitance had left him by now. Your plan to coax him in with food had worked very well. Joy filled your veins as your inner child squealed internally, hardly containing it's excitement. Deeply hoping he couldn't hear the sound of your heart hammering against your ribcage.

“I cut you free that night, didn't I?”, you asked. It was much more an observation of connecting the dots but it couldn't hurt to ask for conformation. Swallowing down the last piece of pineapple he nodded.

“Which I'm thankful for”, he rasped. His voice sounded strange but not unpleasant in your ears. However, it also felt like it was resonating deep in your bones vibrating through every fibre of your body. It was unlike anything you had ever heard and you felt yourself strangely yearning for more. The thought of him being a siren crossed your brain. Though it was a stark contrast to what you had been told a siren was supposed to be while growing up.

“It's not worth mentioning”, you said. Suddenly it was rather hard for you to focus on which words to say. “You...You kept watching me?”

He nodded. A faint sheepish smile tugging on his lips.

“Why?”

The question fell from your lips as a whisper. Voice shortly to weak to be any louder. You were utterly mesmerized by him.

“I wanted to see who cut me loose”, he answered and you noticed how his expression changed. While the curious glint in his eyes remained something else you couldn't quite read tinted his face. You weren't aware of just how far you had leaned over to examine him closer until he abruptly rose up a bit. Starling you, causing your body to swiftly back up a bit. Blood rushing into your cheeks because of how close he suddenly was. The unforeseen action making you flustered for an unknown reason.

“A quite lovely saviour”, he purred making your heart stop. You had expected a lot of things but nothing could have had you prepared for those words. Abruptly choking on your own spit you coughed. Ears and cheeks now burning hot. If he hadn't noticed your flustered face before he did certainly now. If it looked as hot as it felt you were as red as a tomato by now.

He was about to eat you, wasn't he? Luring you in, making you come closer before pulling you over the gunwale to eat you alive while pulling you towards the oceans floor. Soft gaze trying to fool you.

You cleared your throat, felling embarrassment bubbling up your neck as you saw a cheeky grin flash over his face, teeth slightly flared. They looked quite imitating. Distorting the image of him smiling, remembering you that he was in fact not a random dude hanging on the side of your ship but a massive unknown creature which only should exist in tales of old drunk fishermen.

He clearly was amused by your behaviour. Very much aware that you were in awe because of him.

“You came back. For me”, he stated and there was no use denying it.

“Well yes. Like you, I wanted to see what – or better whom- I had freed that day. Especially after your little shell shenanigans”, you told him. A small smile appearing on your own lips as you recalled your first interactions. “Quite the sight I admit”

You seemed to have said the right words. Stroking his ego with flattery he also displayed delight. It was obvious by the way he couldn't hold your gaze, small smile growing into a wide grin. A low chuckle escaped from his throat. A sound quite lovely to your ear.

Quickly pushing himself up even more, causing your boat to stagger a bit more he suddenly didn't seem to have any more problems coming close to you. Personalty doing a complete 18o as he was all up in your face. Beaming at you joyfully and excited.

“That was fun, wasn't it? You surface dwellers like shells, don't you? I thought it was a good way to show my gratitude. Did you like them”, he said. Voice now loud and booming.

It took you a moment to get used to his sudden change of demeanour but you welcomed it. It felt like the ice was broken and the fear of him vanishing out of the blue disappeared. It was an actual kind gesture and you felt honoured by his consideration. The shells had been breathtaking, there was only one little problem.

“They were stunning, sadly I fear they're back on the ocean floor. Given that I pushed them over board during our little game”, you stated rubbing the back of your neck. He mirrored the gesture as he realised you were right, since he hadn't returned them in the last round. Unbeknownst to you his mind raced where he had put them instead.

“Well, I can get you more. As much as you like”, he offered rather ecstatic. His eagerness was something you hadn't expected and it made your hear flutter with joy. This whole situation made you scream internally. Were you just befriending a merman? Doing exactly what you had dreamed of as a little kid.

“I- that would be very generous of you Wrecker”, you tried to sort your words and not just spill them out in a wild mush. “I can bring you more snacks in exchange if you want to.”

It was a bold attempt to seal a deal and given how his eyes lit up you were successful

“Really? you would do that?”, he asked, voice ecstatic and booming over your offering and outlook

on more delicious treats. Your nods matched his energy.

“Could you also bring more if the yellow stuff? What is it called?”

You chuckled softly. “Pineapple”

“Pineapple”, he repeated. Words slowly falling out of his mouth. Testing the sound of it and trying

his best to replicate how you had pronounced it. “I’ll try to remember that.”

“You don’t have that much fruit down there, do you?”

He looked at you with a puzzled look, readjusting the position of his arms into a more comfortable

one, rocking the boat softly while doing so. “What’s fruit?”

Oh how relentless of you. Living in the depths of the ocean and just yet had discovered the existence of pineapple you could have known that he probably wasn’t aware what fruits were.

You sheepishly rubbed you’re the back of your neck, softly ruffling your hair. Brain trying to come up with an explanation that would make sense for someone who lived in the ocean and never had seen fruit before.

“It’s like...I don’t know how to explain this, ehrm...well some plants produce them. They’re many

different types, with many different flavours but most of them are usually very sweet”, you tried

your best to pick words that would make sense and given how his eyes lit up as you mentioned their usual sweetness you had done a good enough job.

“No, we don’t have that down here. Just fish, shellfish, jellyfish. Lots of crabs and anemones and

kelp. But nothing that tastes even close to this”, he said, rambling on but your brain stopped for a

moment. We? As in multiple individuals. There were more? The urge to immediately ask him about it was strong, nearly spilling out your mouth without a second thought. You managed to contain

yourself however, fearing that this simple question might could push your luck a bit too much. Not

willing to shatter the freshly formed bound you shared you bit your tongue. A question for a

hopefully other day. Focusing back on his words, you hoped he hadn’t noticed your short moment of inattentiveness.

“...-sometimes though I get my hands on those brown balls. They're sturdy and fuzzy but they taste

good when you crack ‘em open.”

You blinked at him, mind catching up with what he just had described to you.

“Coconuts”, you spurted out a bit inelegant, instantly rectifying yourself a bit, smoothing out your

words, “I think you described coconuts. If they are brown, they are already a bit old. They grow on

Pabu. If you want, I'll get you some fresh ones”

“Yes! Oh, you’re to gracious. I’ll get you enough shells to sink your boat" he exclaimed. Water

splashing as his fin wagged excited. Boat heavily shaking, you thought you would capsize any

moment, but it was also pretty funny. A laugh escaped your throat and a tingle echoed through your stomach. This massive hunk was adorable.

“That’s sweet of you, but I rather liked it if you wouldn’t sink my boat”, you said, squeaking as the

cold water hit your face. Wrecker stopped what he was doing, seemingly just realising what he was

causing as a small, slightly flustered ‘Oh’ escaped his lips. Letting himself slide back into the ocean a bit more he steadied your boat with ease. You were impressed. Sure, your boat wasn’t the biggest, but it weighed a ton for sure, maybe even more since the original engine was replaced by one of another type at some point. And while it had you in awe, a small part of your brain also concluded that he would have no issue in flipping ships over as easily as paper boats. It soured your mood a bit, thoughts unwillingly wandering to all those previously sunken fisher boats. And while you didn’t want to assume the worst nor speculate over things you definitely had no knowledge about you couldn't stop yourself from asking if he was involved in the sinking of those ships.

“Sorry, ‘got a little excited there”, he murmured, eyes avoiding, “You surface dwellers don’t really

like water, do you”

“I don’t mind a little swim from time to time”, he retorted. Cheeky grin playing on your lips to ease

the mood. A statement that earned you a boisterous laugh from him. Voice booming and all displays of his prior embarrassment vaporized into thin air. A reaction that left you a bit confused.

“That’s rich”, he called out in between laughs, “Your surface dwellers don’t swim. You splash around at best”

To emphasis his words he pushed himself away from your boat. Massive tail moving as he glided

through the water with at most ease and graciousness. Circling your boat and giving you a crystal clear sight of his magnificent body and incredible strength. You were in awe and failed to hide it

quick enough as your eyes fell onto the big smug grin plastered onto his face. Sharp teeth flashing

and all. Flicking his fin as he dove into the waves, splashing water into your direction. Drenching you on purpose this time. You squeaked. Hands trying to shield your face, clothes yet again soaked.

Oh so he was back again with his jokester attitude. And while he was probably right if one was to

compare the average human to him, a marine creature, you felt oddly hurt in your ‘surface dweller’ pride. Wringing the water out of a small strand of hair that had snug itself onto your forehead you eyed him with a displeased expression. Not that he seemed to care much. Face still beaming at you, well aware that you weren’t actually angered by his actions. He was correct of course, but you wouldn’t admit that out loud just yet.

“I would like to see you running a marathon. Or even better: climb a tree”, you retorted but your

words had little power over him. He continued to grin at you with a boyish smile, eyes holding a

familiar glint. This was the face of someone who was about to obliterate you with further teasing.

“You sound like a bickering seagull”, he said throwing you completely off guard, “look like one as

well right now.”

Temporarily at a loss of words over so much cheekiness your mouth opened and closed, mirroring a fish out of water. Your brain desperately trying to figure out an equally snarky comeback but before any words could make it past your lips your radio went off. Sheps voiced trickled out of it.

Calling you by your name, requesting that you responded.

Wrecker a short glance, you made your way over to the small radio, responding. Gaze fixed back on

Wrecker as you watched him making his over to where you were now sitting, curious about what

you were doing.

>>I need you to come back immediately, there is a situation<<

His voice while slightly distorted was strained with distress and you didn’t like the sound of it one bit. Something was very wrong, otherwise he wouldn’t have called you. A bad feeling made your

stomach drop.

“I’m on my way”, you said, ending the radio message. Instantly getting up to start your engine. Not

wanting to waste any more time. Whatever laid ahead of you wasn’t good. Shep rarely called in on

you. But whenever he did you knew it was urgent.

“Do you have to go? Now?”, Wreckers voiced echoed from the site of your boat as you sat down on

your console, and you couldn’t help to catch how disappointed he sounded. A little pang of guilt hit your heart as you looked at him. He in fact looked as saddened as he had sounded.

“Sorry, but yes: I must leave now”

He frowned at your answer. Clearly displeased by it. If you were honest you would also had liked it much better to stay with him for a little while longer. Especially since things were going so well right know. But you were needed elsewhere and judging by the dooming feeling pulsing in the bag of your head you really shouldn't let any more time pass by.

You offered your new acquaintance an apologetic look and a soft smile.

“See you tomorrow? Same place same time with some pineapple?”

His face lid up, softly nodding. You bet your goodbyes. Eyes lingering on him as he disappeared into the waves before set course to Pabu.

You already saw the crowd of people standing on the docks from afar. Bad feeling in your gut worsening. Slowing your ship down as you entered the harbours basin. A few familiar faces helped

you docking your boat, offering a hand to swiftly pull you up the dock. Stepping aside to clear a pass for you, you quickly came face to face with what had caused this commotion. Eyes opening wide your breath hitched in your throat as your stared upon the view of two bodies lying on the ground before you.

While covered up, the sheets did very little to cover up the gruesome sight under them.

Chests cracked opened in an unnatural way, limbs ripped off and flesh torn apart. And although the

sheets were wrapped over the heads securely you knew that the faces beneath didn’t exist any more given how weirdly the fabric stretched itself over them.

Tearing your eyes away from that brutal sight you searched for Shep. You spotted him next to the

bodies. Face worn down by grief, concern and guilt. Noticing your glare on him, his eyes shot up,

interlocking with your own. A silent order to come to him. You obeyed without hesitation, swiftly

making your way over to him.

“What happened?” you asked. Worried words breathed out in low whisper.

“Marlo found them earlier today”

You flinched slightly. Head snapping to the side over the sudden sound of another familiar voice.

Phee.

She looked just as miserable as Shep and you wondered when she had returned to Pabu. Biting

down the questions about her whereabouts and arrival you focused back on what really mattered

right now.

“Where?”

Phee eyes shot up to meet yours. It was a glance you never had seen on her ever before. Her usual

foxy but joyful orbs were drained from any of it. Leaving behind nothing but stone-cold seriousness

behind.

“On the north side of the isle. Floating wrapped to wreckage just a few miles ahead of the shore”

Your mind wandered to the place. Not liking how close it was to the black waters. Even more so that it was just the direction you had scouted the days after the storm and then again just this morning.

How could’ve not detected them? Sure, there was the possibility that they had been dragged to

those rocks due to the tide pulling them there. It was actually highly likely. Still, a quickly louder getting part of your mind yelled that this was your fault. That you had been too inattentive to safe them all those days prior. Maybe even still alive.

You felt a soft touch on your shoulder. Blinking heavily, you stared directly into Sheps face. He examined you with a worried expression and you knew by the way his hand rubbed your shoulder that he was aware of what you just had thought. You gulped, avoiding his gaze trying to cover up your moment of weakness by focusing on the bodies on the ground.

“They lived in a small hut on the south cap of Pabu. For them to resurface by the black waters the tide must have dragged them there”, he stated, and you knew that he really meant to say, that this wasn’t his fault. He was just as good at detecting your inner turmoil than you were at detecting his. It didn’t help much against the guilt you experienced though.

“Pah! The tide didn’t drag ‘em out”, a voice yelled from somewhere, causing a lot of heads to turn around, including those of the three of you. Out of the crowed appeared Comar Seigh. His grim face twisted into a dark scowl. Teeth bared as he pushed himself passed the other islanders. “They did!”

Your brows furrowed and a quick side glance revealed that Phee and Shep were equally defensive with his sudden emerge. It was no secret that whenever Seigh showed his face in public trouble wasn’t too far off. He had been Shep fathers right hand man back in the days. Once a well respected and equally feared men. Because even is he called a quite lucky hand for business his own he was also an notorious choleric. He never had backed down from a fight and he fought them quite nasty.

You remembered an incident involving your father quite vividly. While you never got told the exact reason of why the fight broke out you recalled the bloody face of your father clear. Never again had you seen how nasty glass could get. Shards stuck in his skin, slicing up the left side of his face after Seigh had smashed a bottle against your fathers head. It had nearly cost him the sight of his left eye and after that your father forbid you and your siblings to get anywhere near this man. Not that you had ever indented to do so either way. Ever since that day you held an iron grudge against him. Something that hadn't faded one bit.

The dislike was mutual but then again you doubted that anyone on Pabu actually liked him. He was the ugly shadow of an ugly past. Wittering his days away with letting his anger out by torturing innocent fish or drowning it in liquor.

“Shut your mouth Seigh, before I do it. This is hardly the time for any nor place for your delusions”, Phee hissed at him. The look in her eyes made you believe she would jump onto his throat any second. Seigh eyed her in an up most derogatory way and you were ready to bash his nose in if any insult would escape his lips. It wouldn't be the first time Phee and him got in an argument. Not that the liberator of ancient wonders couldn't handle herself – heavens above she got her mothers skills when it came to handing a sabre – but you wouldn't let Seigh get away with insulting her. Not to mention the kind of insults he used.

“Oh look who's back. The sea rats daughter. Of course it would have been to much to hope for you drowning out there”, he spat at her. The muscles in your arms flexed, hands curling into fists you took a step forward but Shep stopped you before you could do anything else.

Your friend was gentle, reasonable man. A man of peace, always searching for a diplomatic solution first. Seigh hated his guts for that. He made no secret out of either. In his eyes Shep was a soft, not worthy stepping into his fathers footsteps. Up to this day he missed to admit the catastrophic consequences the prior major had caused. Actions that he had been an avid supporter of. Not to mention the delusions they both had given into. You were to young to understand much of what had happened back then. Not to mention that you parents had made an active effort to keep their absurd fantasies as far away from your family as they could. Of course you still had caught some eventually. It was impossible to not hear them at one point or another.

“Seigh, this is a tragic day for our island. We have just lost two beloved members of our community, don't you dare to use their deaths for feeding your stories”, Shep warned him. Voice unusual low and unyielding.

Seigh huffed. It was a mocking sound.

“I'm not using anything. There is proof everywhere but you refuse to look at it. The hand in the Inn and those poor souls right in front of you. Look at 'em. That's not the work of a shark or any other fish roaming the coastline. Flesh ripped open and limbs torn apart. Aye, I remember that sight. There was a time when this had happen before. A time where we had fought against them, nearly succeeding but you where to soft to finish what your father had started. Spitting on his legacy” Seigh spat out, spitting on the ground before Shep. Rage boiled in your veins and if Sheps hand hadn't still been on your shoulder, tightening to keep you in check you would have kicked out Seighs teeth right then and there.

A heavy whisper washed through the crowd. Tension thick enough to cut it. You side glanced at Shep. The rare sight of anger flared in his kind eyes, shoulders heaving and for a moment you thought he would loose his cool. But then he closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath and obtaining his usual calm, level-headed nature.

“Every death, no matter if back then or the recent ones, are tragic ones. It leaves behind great pain but we have to keep ourselves focused. Honouring them in caring on their memories in our hearts, keeping what's left of them alive instead of fuelling delusions and subduing to rage”

Sheps words made the docks go dead silent. Everone intsenly watching about what would happened next as Seigh and Shep glared each other down in a merciless manner. In the end it was a victory for your friend. Seigh backed down. Breaking his dark glare off.

“You will see what your incompetence will get you when the ships start to sink and the bodies pile up on the shores again Shep”, he taunted, gravest voice you had ever heard. He turned around without another glance, disappearing into the crowd.

You stared daggers after him. The rage in your blood only slowly leaving your system. Shep sighed heavy and tiredly. Giving you a pet he finally let go of your shoulders. You wanted to say something, anything. He needed comfort but failed to provide any. Thankfully Phee jumped in. offering her support instead and giving you a reassuring nod that she would handle this.

Eventually the crowd scattered and the bodies where taken away to get them prepared for a proper funeral. You remained by the docks. Eyes staring out to the horizon mind racing.

While you heavily disliked Seigh you couldn't help to ponder over his words. The stories that you had paid little mind to for so long certainly seemed much more likeable after your little mystical encounter. You didn't outright believe that Wrecker was responsible for this nor outright involved but then again you knew nothing about him. He was a stranger after all and just because he was nice to you so far didn't meant anything really on a broader scale.

A thought crossed your mind. Seigh had mentioned the hand. You hated it but you also felt like this could might reveal something useful to you, or better it's current owner. Determined to find out more about the past of the isle and Wreckers involvement in it a plan began to form in your mind.

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More Than An Intern (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) *PARENTAL

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of drug addiction, child abandonment

Request: Imagine: Tony has a daughter in a one night stand when he's 21. He doesn't know of the kid's existence. Mom has post-partum depression, struggles financially, becomes an addict and sells the baby to random guy (he works for Hydra and knows that the kid is Tony's-It's an extension of Project Insight and they wanna train people with brilliant ppl DNA). Around Ironman 1 and 2, she gets inside Stark Industries as an intelligent intern and Natasha catches her spying and the rest is left to you. 😊

The silence in the stairway where you were sat against the wall between floors was deafening, so quiet that you were certain that if someone was to step into it they’d hear your heartbeat from the top floor. You could definitely hear it, so loud that it was like standing beside a speaker at a concert, but you tried to act calm and collected like any other day, hunched over your phone, a half eaten sandwich in hand, like you did every other day in this internship that you had been working for the past 3 months.

Nothing to raise suspicion. Nothing to make anyone think you were up to anything. Nothing to make anyone think you’re a spy.

You weren’t entirely sure why you were so nervous about this. You’d done similar things before in the past despite your age, but this was a much larger project for you. You were stealing weapon blueprints and plans from one of the greatest minds and also in one of the most secure buildings you’d ever seen. Normally you would be able to do a simple sneak in and out within an hour, but you quickly realised that this would be a case of sneaking in, hiding in plain sight, not raising suspicion, gaining their trust, gathering the intel, and then sticking around a while afterwards instead of booking it to maintain that trust and also to get them off your scent and tie up any loose ends if needs be. You couldn’t mess this up. They’d kill you.

After finishing your sandwich, you checked the clock on your phone, having memorised the routine of those who use the lab just down those stairs, and knew it would be empty now. You packed your things up, before heading down the steps, going through the door at the end and into the hallway. You tried not to look around too much, instead heading straight to the lab door, going on your phone, and after clicking a few buttons you glanced up at the camera in the corner of the room, seeing it power down, before you walked to the door, finding it unlocked and letting yourself in. You wasted no time in searching the space quickly for anything important, not wanting to focus your time on something and as your leaving realise you’d missed something even more valuable. You spotted Tony’s desk as well as some of his suits in the corner in the midsts of construction and repairs. Seeing no cabinets, you walked over to the desk looking over everything on the table- papers, blueprints, and the interface instead of computer. Unfortunately for you, you knew that to get in you’d have to temporarily disengage JARVIS to get inside unnoticed, so that was down, so you were relying on the physical copies, which luckily it seemed that Tony had out- usually to show to the ‘old people’ like Mr Rogers and the God who you kept away from. You looked over the papers, not moving any of them, just looking for anything of importance. You saw design ideas for his suits, suits that didn’t exist yet, designs for their unique abilities- notably weapons that fit in your hand. Bingo.

“What’cha doing?” The voice made you jump a little, eyes shooting up to the door of the lab, seeing a familiar red head leant against it with a smirk, arms crossed. You of course knew who she was- Natasha Romanoff, one of the most deadly assassins in the word, and she just caught you somewhere where you didn’t have clearance.

“Oh- I’m so sorry- I was looking for Mr Stark. My clearance pass keeps messing up and my supervisor didn’t know how to fix it so I hoped he’d be able to…” You switched to the personality you’d perfected the last 3 months, a shy, anxious, fly on the wall girl fresh out of college, eager to learn and a goody-two-shoes… okay some of those traits might have already been yours, but it just selled the character. “And now I’m saying it aloud I realise that’s… stupid. Sorry. I’ll go.” You tried to excuse, but as you went to rush out embarrassed, she stepped in front of you, making you halt. She glared down at you, and you shrunk into yourself. “I’m really sorry, I won’t come in here again, I promise.” She raised an eyebrow at you, before grabbing your arm, pulling it out, showing her your phone, and she plucked it from your hand. She removed the case off the back, turning it over, showing the small chip on the back- a small tracking device that also sent all info on the phone to another location. HYDRA. You were anxious before, but the second her eyes landed on the chip, it vanished. You’d failed your mission, and now it was a lose- lose situation, all options probably ending in you tortured or dead, or both. Now, you were terrified.

Her eyes came back up to meet yours, and it felt like she was reading you like a book, dissecting you piece by piece. She knew your name was fake, your background fake, your credentials fake.The person she’d seen around the tower didn’t exist, and now she was piecing together who you really were. A Hydra agent. A young one at that- she thought you looked a bit young for 23, but clearly had at least some decent skills to have snuck under her nose and get past Tony’s security checks for months. “Are you going to co-operate?” She inquired.

“I don’t have a choice.” You huffed, dropping the act. The red head grabbed your arm, leading you out of the lab and to the elevator, taking you up to the floor where the meeting rooms were (why Tony needed more than one you never knew), shoving you into one of them, sitting you down in one of the chairs. “JARVIS?” She called, hoping that the AI would still be working here.

“How may I be of assistance Miss Romanoff? I am aware that I seem to have lost connection to Mr Stark’s lab-”

“I’m also aware of that. Please let Mr Stark know immediately that I’ve caught an undercover agent in his lab- that was why you’ve been locked out.” Natasha interrupted the AI, not wanting to waste any time. “I’m keeping her in one of the meeting rooms.”

“Of course Miss Romanoff.” The AI responded. You slumped into your seat, chin resting on your chest as you kept your eyes on Natasha who guarded the door to ensure you didn’t make a run for it, and it wasn’t long till you could see Tony Stark through the glass walls of the room, and he looked back at you as he came into the room.

“So, who’s this little troublemaker, Romanoff?” Tony asked her as she shut the door behind him and locked the door.

“Undercover agent, probably HYDRA, it’s their usual style, though I think this one has been here a while… JARVIS?” Natasha called again.

“Our files say she’s been working here for 3 months. I’ve done a deeper background check on her files and it seems she does not exist, and is using a fake identity.” JARVIS answered. Your eyes were kept on Natasha after Tony entered the room- she was the deadly one, one of the main ones they had warned you about, and your eyes were focussed on her so closely you didn’t spot Tony stalking closer till he stepped in front of you, blocking your line of sight on the woman, and squatting down in front of you. In that moment, your fear of Natasha seemed to diminish as Tony looked at you like a disapproving parent or something. You felt almost ashamed. Almost.

“What’s your name? Your real name?” He asked you. You paused, not answering him. “Don’t make this difficult. If you cooperate then we-”

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked, interrupting him. Your question seemed to catch him off guard as he straightened his posture a little, blinking a bit.

“No. Of course not.” He spoke confidently, but also bewildered, which gave you some comfort that he was probably telling you the truth. “Is that what they told you? That if you failed this mission they put you on you’d be killed by us?”

“Or them… You caught me, if they find out they’ll kill me.” You spoke lowly and oddly calmly despite how terrifying that thought was.

“Were you in the Red Room?” Natasha inquired to you. It was something she remembered being told when she went on missions before she graduated, a way to control her and the others, and it seemed to line up with your age, but you shook your head. “How long have you worked for HYDRA?” She asked instead, and she caught you swallowing in response.

“Better question, how old are you?” Tony asked. “I’m not sure if you have a baby face or if you’re actually a child.”

“I’m not a kid.” You huffed.

“That’s something a kid would say. More specifically a teen.” He responded. “Especially a teen who’s close to no longer being one and wants to be seen as an adult. 16? 17?” He questioned, and when your eyes averted at the second guess, he knew he hit the jackpot. He knew from his own guessing that you were a kid, but to actually confirm it seemed to light something inside of him, a sort of despair and fury. You were a kid, a kid with training that would have taken years, and the brainwashing they’d ingrained in you to make you think they’d kill you is something they’d have to have put into your head at a young age. So young you knew nothing of the outside world. “Do you know anything other than HYDRA? Parents? Siblings?” He asked far more softly, tilting his head a little.

“...I had a mom. She gave me to them.” You answered him in barely a whisper.

“How old were you when she did that?” He asked, getting a shrug in response. “So young. Really young, probably younger than 4, maybe a baby or a toddler?” He asked, and you nodded. Your sudden willingness to respond to his questions didn’t go unnoticed, and Tony knew he had unlocked a way to get you to open up- softness and kindness, something you probably hadn’t seen… ever. “Do you know what her name was? Or what she called you?” He asked.

“I don’t know her name, but HYDRA called me Y/N, so I think that’s my name.” You answered him.

“Alright. I really want to find out more about you so I can help you, okay? Would you be okay if we get Dr Banner here so he can get a few swabs and maybe some blood to try and find out more about you? Who knows, maybe you have some siblings or some grandparents wondering where their granddaughter is and we can give you a fake name and you can start afresh, alright?” He suggested to you, and when he didn’t get a disagreement, he turned to Natasha, standing up. “Let’s up security to ensure she’s safe.”

The next couple of hours were admittedly quite boring. You were placed into a holding cell, searched for other weapons or technology, Dr Banner came, took some swabs from your mouth and some blood, and Natasha quizzed you about your entire time under HYDRA, what you had worked on prior, names you remembered and the sort of thing they put you through. Admittedly, you weren’t very talkative with her- she was quite stern and cold with you, and you were expecting that as soon as she got her answers she’d just put a bullet between your eyes, which was why you purposely kept some of your own information from her. Inevitably she gave up and left you be, and after another half an hour of boredom, you tried to get comfy, eventually finding yourself resting your head on the cold table in front of you, and closing your eyes, drifting uncomfortably between sleep and enough conscious to know when someone was walking by your cell, and it was enough to know when the door opened. Your eyes opened, your head already turned to see the door, letting you see it was Tony stepping in, stopping when he saw your eyes on him, before he shut the door behind him and moved to sit down as well, and only then you raised your head to look at him. You noted the slip of paper in front of him, which was odd since he usually liked to keep things digitalised, though he took one glance at it before placing it face down so you couldn’t read it.

“Did you find anything?” You asked him, his eyes looking up to meet yours, and you immediately knew from the emotions swimming in them, he had. There was a heavy feeling of guilt emitting from him, weighing his eyes down and making it hard for him to meet yours, and you knew it wasn’t good news. “If it makes you feel any better, I have no memories of my life before HYDRA, so I have no emotional ties. I’m not gonna cry.” You tried to assure him, mostly hoping he’d just spit it out. He cleared his throat finally, leaning on the table, resting his arms on the piece of paper.

“You had a mother.” He started, and your mind immediately noted the past tense.

“Dead?”

“Complications due to drug use. A few years ago.” He confirmed. “She formed the addiction a few weeks or months after your birth- I got records of your birth, they gave her a blood test then and she was clean and healthy. It was probably Postpartum Depression that led her there, and after your birth there’s no trace of you, so you weren’t taken by social services, or reported missing…”

“So she handed me over to them? Is that what you’ve established?” You inquired, sticking to your word and not showing emotion, remaining calm and collected and cold, and Tony nodded, his eyes dropping again, the guilt he was emitting seeming to only weigh heavier.

“I knew her… your mom.” He admitted after a pause, still not looking up. “Before she had you, before she… I knew her when we were in university together. She was studying something else in a different building, I don’t remember what, I never really got to know her despite the fact that…” He seemed to catch himself before he said anything, shuffling in his seat, and his nervousness was starting to rub off on you as you shuffled in your own seat, crossing your arms against your chest, not sure what he was getting at. Did HYDRA know he knew your mother? If so, why did they send you to do this mission? Why does that matter?

“How is this relevant?” You asked him blankly.

“We were…” He seemed to stumble over his words, before he rethought the, and spoke again. “We were able to track down a paternal line as well, and that proved that you’re… mine.” He confirmed, and it was like there was a flick of a switch, and you felt the change both in the room and in your body. Ah. That was why he was so anxious all of a sudden. His eyes stayed on you, but remained quiet, waiting for a reaction, though you weren’t giving him much. Your expression barely changed, with no signs of shock or joy or sadness or anything, other than confusion, judging by your eyebrows coming closer together.

“That doesn’t make sense. Why would HYDRA send me to do a mission involving you if they knew we were father and daughter?” You asked him.

“I don’t think they knew. We don’t know what kind of detail your mom gave about your background before handing you to them, or if she even knew I was your father to begin with. But that doesn’t matter right now- what matters now is that you’re here, you’re safe, and you’re my top priority right now. I need to keep you hidden to the best of my ability until we can even convince HYDRA it’s a lost cause to go after you, or think you’re dead.”

“So, a safe house?”

“Exactly. I’ve got this little cabin on the edge of a lake that surrounded by woodland, little to no internet connection, it’s practically hidden from a birds eye view. I’ll up security there, but I’ll have it excused by me also being there as a sort of getaway with me and Pepper. That’ll also let us get to properly know each other, see where we stand, what you’re comfortable with and how involved you’d like me to be. If at the end of the time there you decide you want to go and do your own thing I understand, I’ll support you with whatever you want to do. If you want to go live in a tiny town in Wyoming then I’ll find you a nice place there and I’ll just want to keep tabs on you to ensure you’re safe. If you want to make up for lost time, go to college and live with us until you’re ready to go, then I’m happy with that.” He explained, almost rambling in nature, but it brought a faint smile, but a smile none the less to your face.

“Thank you.” You interrupted him, making him stop, and relax a little and smile back.

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skzhua · 1 year

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another typical story | part 11 - i truly love you.

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pairing: idol!hwang hyunjin x influencer!reader, idol!lee felix x best friend!reader.

genre: social media!AU, strangers-ish-to-lovers, fluff, slow burn, female reader.

warnings: some swearing, mention of drinking.

summary: unexpectedly, felix brings his childhood best friend into his members' life. hyunjin is quick to take a liking for this new person.

Luna was one of a kind. Back in school, she was that one girl who would always be daydreaming about something instead of focusing. She studied in visual arts, and soon became a young intern in a design company. With her career taking off and your life getting pretty eventful, you haven't been able to spend much time together.

Felix and Chan knew her, of course. You wouldn't call them friends, but they got along well, to which you were grateful.

You went to pick her up at the airport when she arrived and the reunion was very emotional for the both of you. A wave of nostalgia took over and you felt like you really needed her here. You showed her your apartment, your neighborhood, your favourite places... And of course, you told her all about your new friends, mostly Hyunjin.

So when you accidentally bumped into him while getting your daily ice coffee, Luna was ecstatic to meet the handsome idol.

"You have no idea how much Y/N talks about you." she revealed before you hit her arm. "Ouch."

Hyunjin only laughed and gave you a flirty look. "Good things, I hope."

"Only good things." Luna smiled, not taking her eyes off the man. "Your career path is so impressive. And your art too! I used to study visual arts and yours has such a softness to it."

"Thank you very much. It's only a little hobby, though." he bowed, a bit embarrassed at the compliments. "I'd love to discuss more, but I'm kind of late for practice already." He turned to look at you and placed his hand on your shoulder. "I'll see you soon, yeah?"

You nodded in silent and he walked out of the shop, heading back to the van where one of the staff members was waiting for him. Unknowingly, your eyes stuck to his figure and you didn't realize Luna was now talking to you.

"Are you sure 100% he hasn't pulled anyone? I get the whole idol image, but not even a secret lover?" she asked curiously.

You shrugged your shoulders, taking a sip of your coffee. "If he does, I don't know about it."

"You have his number, right?"

You froze for a moment and searched for any sign on her face that could let you know she was joking, but all you could see was desperation. Your eyes widen in realization.

"You like him?" you exclaimed.

"A little bit..." she looked down in embarrassment and you gave her a look. "What? He's cute..."

"He's an idol."

"And so?" You gave her another stern look, making her sink in her chair a little. "You dated an idol!"

"You know he doesn't count."

"He's still an idol! Besides, I haven't dated anyone in ages because of school and work. And right now, I'm in Korea with my best friend, I'm starting my life career..."

You sighed in exasperation. You really didn't approve of this. You've had the experience of dating an idol, and it's shitty. Part of the reason why you would never admit you might also like Hyunjin. Thinking about now, it did sound like Luna could be a better fit for him. Plus, them being together might help you get over this little crush that has been blooming recently.

"Fine, I get your point. Give me your phone, I'll enter his number."

She smiled widely and walked around the table to engulf you in a hug. "You're the best, I love you, thank you, I owe you!"

When the afternoon came, you found yourself sprawled on your bed, eyes closed while listening to Luna who was at your desk, looking up nice places you could visit around. With the Google Maps page opened, she was reading out loud the locations that would be most appropriate.

"Bowling?" she suggested.

"You know I suck at it." you said, with a yawn, to which she answered with a laugh.

"Shall we go to this ramen place then?"

You sat up and looked over at the screen. "Sure."

"Yes! And then, we could go visit this contemporary art exhibition."

You shook your head. "I'm only available until 1pm, I have a shoot in the afternoon." you said, apologetically, and she pouted.

"Can't you cancel it?"

"I've already rescheduled it because of Hyunjin." you rolled your eyes. "Dude has no availability whatsoever."

Luna's face suddenly lit up before she sent you a smile. Not her usual warm smile, no. The one she would have when an idea, most of the time stupid, came into her mind. You frowned at her as a sign to tell her to speak out her thoughts.

"Would he like to go on a museum date?" she finally said with a sneaky tone.

"Sure, he would, but he's very busy as well, you know? Besides, from what I've heard, the exhibition is open for the next few weeks. We can go together some other time."

She shook her head. "I'll still ask him." she said as she took her phone and started to type.

You exhaled at her actions and dropped back on your bed while picking up your own phone to scroll through your social medias. Nothing much on your feed, mostly new pictures of your favourite artists and some people fighting on Twitter... The usual.

After a while, Luna let out a whine as she dropped herself next to you. "He's busy..."

"Told you." you answered. "You'll see him again, don't worry. Now, how about takeout? I'm starving."

"Will I, though? Maybe you are right, after all.." she sighed. "Chinese takeout is fine, I guess."

When Saturday finally came, it was time to have your little chat with Felix. With Luna coming over, you really haven't thought about him much. So, needless to say, you were pretty anxious.

You walked into the small restaurant and spotted the freckled man immediately. Felix had changed his hair, yet again. Even though he probably has had every single colour of the rainbow, you couldn't help but admire his silver locks. Of all the hairstyles and hair colour he's had, this was probably your favourite so far. You sat down in front of him and he greeted you with a smile.

"Did I make you wait?" you asked and he shook his head. "Great hair, by the way."

Embarrassed a little, he ruffled the top of his head with his hand, enhancing the fluffiness it already had. "Thanks! So, how was it with Luna?"

"It was very nice, she still has so much energy. I dropped her off this morning. She and Hyunjin actually started talking. We'll see how this goes for them."

He raised an eyebrow at your statement. "Hyunjin? With Luna?" he asked and you nodded and took the glass of water that was already served. "That's odd, I thought he had a crush on you." You choked on your sip at his words, making him explode in laughter before helping you out. "You good?"

"Yeah." you coughed out, throat still a bit sore. "I thought you were the one crushing on me." you joked and it only made him blush more, the tone on his cheeks getting redder.

"Yeah, we should talk about that."

Before you could speak, the waiter came to you table for you to order, interrupting the conversation that had barely started. You both ordered your meal, thanking the young man, and now you were back at your conversation. It took you a minite before gathering up the courage to speak again.

"I think you know where my mind is set with all this." you said, in a small voice.

He blinked a few times, eyebrows frowning as his thoughts were running in his head, and nodded. "I don't wanna push anything. Heck, I don't even know why feelings are creeping up again, I thought I was over you." He paused for a moment, expecting you to respond but you said nothing, so he continued. "It'll fade away, eventually. I don't want the past to repeat itself and I wouldn't bear with the idea of hurting you again."

"I agree." you finally said. "I'm sorry, I truly love you. However, I don't think this is the kind of love we should have."

As the waiter came with your food, Felix nodded in approval. With that, you went on with your lunch and moved on from the subject. It was short, but you believed there was nothing else to add. It was pretty clear; nothing was going to happen with Felix ever again.

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aghhtdraws · 1 year

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ship name or not?

so I wanted to make a short post to get these thougs off my head but it'll get lost on my main so here it goes!

this doesn't really concern anyone who usually visits this blog for art, but it's more a thinkpiece related to the newer/younger tmnt Leo x Usagi ship (rottmnt x usagi chronicles respectively)

I’m seeing a lot of confusion (kinda) abt the tags to use and want to propose an alternative. How about “yuinardo” ? it sounds kind of funny (like the two characters), doesn’t sound like anything else (as far as my google search can reach), uses both their unique names and also capitalizes on how Rise!Leo is often called Nardo by his brothers as a nickname - among others, but that’s one of his most unique nicknames in the series and feels unique to Rise specifically. And Yui bc Yuichi - also just his name but a unique part of it.

I guess maybe the longer name could be something like "cityxfarm sword" bc those are the three consistent elements abt this younger ship. I know the latter is kind of uncreative but I can't think of anything better atm haha x'D

I was never around much for the 2003 leosagi ship bc- I was a baby on neopets and not online enough for that? 2003 tmnt was pretty new here and didn't air as often/quickly but also even in the later 00s, I did not really seek out fanfic relating to it bc - again, teen with not enough time lol, also social media and internet weren't really the thing they are now, so i wasn't really aware there could be fanfic of it. shipped and read other things. So maybe I don't know all my leosagi history. I kinda stayed away from the tmnt fandom in general bc it was mostly all angsty which I didn't really gel with anymore. alternatime ship names have always been a thing in all fandoms but I think right now we've been having the most versions of these two characters or this dynamic than ever before.

the 2018 Rise Leo x Usagi Chronicles has been getting more popular. ROTTMNT was a 2018 reiteration of the tmnt for animation that was really under-appreciated and has slowly become more appreciated as the fandom re-grew with the 2022 movie in august.

Usagi Chronicles is a spin-off/soft-reboot led by fans of Usagi Yojimbo, Stan Sakai's original comic about Miyamoto Usagi, but this time he is a great ancestor of a new character, Yuichi Usagi! and this Usagi is a creation of Doug and Candie Langdale (exec producers) + Khang Le (who I think designed/developed Yuichi's look?). So basically this is like a canon-supported fan-AU with an original character cast thematically based on the og comic cast (Usagi and his friends match Miyamoto Usagi and *his* friends) + the "Senso" Usagi comic as a worldbuilding point.

His naming is a bit confusing bc in Japan, Yuichi is usually a first name, but here in the show it feels like it's treated like a surname. But apparently, there was an intentional marketing move to have this be the opposite? So his real surname is Usagi, while his given name is Yuichi? There was a whole post about it, but I can't remember where else I've heard it.

Anyway, this series is my fave right now and I think it's fun in both it's lightheartedness and it's more touching moments and I love all the character and family dynamics and themes that it has. I think it's fun that people ship him and Rise!Leo because they are actually really similar in some personality aspects. I saw this show, realized there was crossover potential with Rise and thought, "oh, it'll be fun to do actiony scenes and stories with this kind of friendship!" Anyway, I'll do a deep-dive on that later.

Everybody likes this young version of Leo and then I guess at some point before 2021, other fans started making ship art/fic with Usagi? Often their own versions of Miyamoto Usagi, fitted for the Rise TMNT world bc the two never managed to have a crossover with this iteration bc of Nickelodeon pausing the show abruptly in 2020. I wasn't very online in 2018 so idk when else the ship happened, maybe when the finale of the show aired and the "unpausing" was finalized and fans realized there wasn't going to be a crossover? but now with the movie, more ppl have discovered that there's also a cartoon series for Usagi! And more people are slowly understanding/remembering maybe that this Usagi character has had previous iterations, ppl make their own versions/AUs for fun based on the newer Usagi show, or they don't watch the Usagi show and just make their own modern/ROTTMNT versions of Miyamoto Usagi in general.

This ship is a bit unique bc they are stated to be exactly the same age and they have very similar vibes as characters (goofs on the team + faux confidence + showoffs). When I first found that other people shipped this too, I just called it "2020s Leosagi" bc again, just the main thing abt them is that they're younger characters for a younger audience in their respective shows. + it's funny that there's almost a Leosagi friendship for every decade. I've also heard the term "cringe naenae babies" from friends but i don't really know what this meme means lol xD

I don't have beef or anything with the Leoichi/Leochi tag+name but it's sorta confusing for me personally bc it sounds both too short vocally and also like Leo's alone or something (Leo+ichi) I'm not fluent in japanese so I might b wrong, but just a thought. Leochi sounds similarly short.

then there's also the Usagi's who are complete OCs (w new names) and where do you fit those ships? and idk, I guess I just wanted to think abt this YuiNardo ship name more in-depth, just to think abt it , a bit for fun, bc I really do think it's a fun name but also make a new umbrella term, so maybe people would find it easier to tag stuff! but I usually don't interact with other fans in larger fandoms and ship fandoms like this so idk, this could easily be more confusing x3

Anyway, I think as fandoms and shipping go, it would be more fun to have multiple tags for different experiences, +these are different ships/versions of the characters so it feels like it would make sense. Just my fandom experience from previous years + for organizing/better finding + I feel like shipping should be fun, cuz in the end, this is just based from the og TMNT and Usagi creators being friends and making smth fun with these characters!

TL;DR - YuiNardo sounds like a funny/fun leosagi ship name for this younger iteration of the Rise!Leo-Yuichi Usagi friendship/relationship, and I wanna use it as the ship name going forward bc ships should b about fun and creativity, right? anyway, u can also use it if u want to! no pressure, just sorta putting it out there. - Aghht out!

Addendum(1.03.23): apparently, the Katanashipping tag was specifically for the 2003 ship - as well as the og Leosagi tag, bc that Leo x Miyamoto Usagi started it all. That makes sense! Sorry that I mis-tagged it originally! I did not know until finding the tags on tumblr and going thru them to the start of the tag - bc I'd been keeping away from the tmnt fandom for a long time after the 12 show + never saw it during the 03 show's run bc I wasn't online as much + social media didn't exist in the way it does now. I think everyone used Leosagi for that bc it made sense. I'll keep the tags for this post specifically in the hopes that more ppl will find it then and it'll give food-for-thought about this. Katanashipping of course doesn't make as much sense for the newer ship bc the shows have not had crossovers + while both characters seem like they are a bit obsessed w swords in different teen boy ways (preferring swords bc they are big and flashy), they are not as centered about the swords or swordsmanship as much as the 03 characters.

I know it seemed more like Leosagi was a catchall for all the Leo x Usagi ships, but now it makes more sense that it's not bc it's made searching for content harder. I like the "younger version" but i like the og too bc that's what I shipped as a teen (when the 03 show characters all just looked like Really Old Teens to me). I suppose that's just how the internet's sorta become - there'd shorter memory abt stuff, but fandoms especially as folks move on from shows they like and some of the history of fandom becomes lost. I've been on social media for so long now, I totally forgot how specific ship names could get. I guess that's why I suggested YuiNardo for the "new" version - it sounds unique. If ppl already shipped Rise Leo with their own versions of a younger Miyamoto Usagi and original Usagis, the "youngest" ship with Yuichi x Rise Leo needed it's own tag and that became Leochi/Leoichi (and w the earlier Rise Leo x Usagi ships, everyone must have used the Leosagi tag then too? Further investigation must be made about this...) now this Yuichi Usagi x Rise Leo version seems unique bc Yuichi is basically a canon fancharacter in a sense, as a descendant he is like a homage. But I like the character and I see that a lot of ppl continue to make their own versions or borrow elements of the Y!Usagi from SRTUC... but this means that almost all versions of Usagi depicted by fans are ALL fanon versions... and that's fine, I like how creative fans can get! But also that means we almost never see thr "full" show version of Yuichi Usagi in fanart (altho fanfic is a different matter, if only slightly). But that makes me a bit sad bc I think this version deserves to exist in our fanon and headcanons too, y'know? I guess my flaw in all this is that I actually lile SRTUC and its own og depiction of Y!Usagi bc he is a fun character for me while not many other ppl seem to like him. Like with so many other rare shows I like where fanon is louder than canon 😂

So, yeah Yui x Nardo. cute ship. if only there was more of it ^^; But a lot of the fanworks are still really interesting in their own rights. I think I'll keep using Yuinardo for the show versions and then Leochi for any other fans' versions. That makes sense, right?

Anyway, non-serious discussion over! Just some silly fan-stuff to mull over during school breaks and other free time.

#yuinardo #sliderbunny #leoichi #leochi #leosagi #Leo x Yuichi #those are all the tags I remember #this is just an art blog and usually I post more art but tbh I just want to keep this post organized so I can actually find it.#aghhtpost #fanramble #only word i can use to describe this post #why do i write things at 4am /skullemoji #ppl mentioned this in my notes #fan stuff #edit: march15-removed some tags and moved more relevant ones to the top

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stillhavetodothat · 10 months

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Replaying Nancy Drew without Cheating - Part 13: Danger by Design

Aahh, yes. One of the wackiest PC games ever to make it to the threshold of public consumption (only behind a few other upcoming ND games, but more on that later). I used to think this game came out in response to the popularity of The Devil Wears Prada, another story about a woman working for an unpleasant titan of the fashion industry, but I just googled it and TDWP came out 3 weeks before Danger by Design. Unless Her has the most efficient development team in history (spoiler: they do not. Just look at the past 8 years or so), this has nothing to do with the movie. And I know that it took longer than 3 weeks to come up with this tangled web of side plots and storylines...I could never have conceived of any of it even if I had 3 years.

The game starts with Nancy getting to Minette’s windmill studio and almost getting bonked in the head by a flying plant. She is there to investigate why Minette, a famous fashion designer, is acting so ~*strangely*~ and report back to the States, where Minette’s biggest investor is just waiting impatiently to pull the plug on the cash flow. Nancy is yelled at, has to hilariously brew a cup of tea based on what Minette’s favorite color is at the moment, and runs all over Paris on errands as part of her new job. She then learns that a French Resistance fighter, Noisette, used to live in the windmill, and proceeds to spend the rest of the game learning more about that instead. It IS a more intriguing mystery, so you can’t blame her. Ultimately, after swimming in the sewers under Paris and going on about her day like everything is fine, Nancy finds Noisette’s secret under the windmill, stumbles by chance upon Minette’s secret, and blocks a couple chops from Minette, who then proceeds to pass out from exhaustion (?????)

So many of the choices here were so interesting to me. I feel like this game is chaotic evil on the scale. I also feel like some of the puzzles here are hard! I was THE CLOSEST I’VE EVER COME TO CHEATING (in this round of playthroughs) at the end when I am locked in the bottom of the windmill, and there are about 100 steps needed to decode the way outta there. What child would ever be able to solve that on her own?? I had to come back to it over multiple days. I was literally thinking about this puzzle throughout the day, like on my commute to work, while eating dinner, while going for a run. It consumed me. Eventually it came to me, after I inspected in detail every item in my inventory.

Anyways, back to my open questions.

1. First of all, why was there only one French suspect in this entire game? Were they having trouble finding voice actors willing to put on an extremely terrible and unpracticed French accent or what? Furthermore, why did everyone pronounce Minette as “Minn-et,’ even the Parisians? I guess Paris is probably a bit of a melting pot, especially in the fashion world, but I have always been bummed by the lack of French people in this game.

2. Also, why does Nancy struggle SO hard with the one French suspect’s name, when in other games she rattles off French so perfectly that you’d think it was her native tongue? Also, she needs to look up numbers and colors in a book, but at the end of the game she is able to translate a long letter written completely in French with ease? Something isn’t adding up here.

3. Why was Heather wearing that hideous brown tie? Surely that can’t be considered fashion?

4. I actually used to wonder why Minette’s designs are so absolutely absurd, but I think they are hilarious now. Feels like we are being trolled by HerInteractive by forcing us to put together THIS outfit for Prudence Rutherford’s cruise.

5. Why does a squirrel almost sabotage the entire game for you? Additionally, HOW in god’s name is anyone supposed to figure out how to deter the squirrel from messing up your work? I ONLY was able to get past this part because I vividly remember searching the forums back in the day to figure this out.

6. Who is buying the shitty paint-by-numbers of the Mona Lisa from the guy in Pont Nouf? For more than 15 Euros, presumably? Also, I think this is the first time I’ve ever messed up one of the paintings, because I DO NOT remember the vendor completely berating Nancy on her carelessness. This guy just screams scam artist to me.

7. Why did I find the catacombs so challenging as a child? I remember sitting at my computer, furiously clicking, SHRIEKING IN FEAR as I heard the footsteps of the French policia approaching, when really getting to the entrance to the sewers involves like 2 turns from the entrance to the catacombs. This isn’t really a question about the game, it’s more a question of my intellect as a young teenager.

8. What is the rhyme or reason for the timeline of this game? Is there a hidden in-game clock that is running all day, and let’s you know when it’s too late to be out by yourself? Or is it just completely random? Either way, it makes for some hilarious timing. Minette tells me to go to the park to pick up some stuff for her, and I just go straight to bed instead. Minette tells me to take the cockroaches and release them, and I just...take the cockroaches to bed with me?? JJ is called into Minette’s studio for a fitting, and she has to stay there all night long???

10. What is going on with some of these characters’ teeth? Strong Bruce the Shark vibes here.

11. Why are the plotlines completely disjointed? It wasn’t until I played the game through this time that I took the time to really think about the story, and realize that the two parts had absolutely nothing to do with each other. Noisette and Minette, apart from both residing in the same windmill at different points in history and both having French-y ‘ette names, have literally nothing in common?? Dieter and his family history were a complete red herring to what the actual mystery was? And when you actually find the stained glass under the windmill, and you breathe a sigh of relief because it truly feels like the end...it isn’t the end at all?? because you actually haven’t solved the mystery you came to Paris to solve?? A mystery which is actually far less interesting than Noisette’s??

12. The actual ending here, once you find your way out of the windmill’s basement (and that took me a MINUTE), is bonkers. The developers had to have been tired and just trying to wrap this up stat. Putting your hand up to block Minette’s slow-motion chops for 10 straight minutes feels like something someone came up with at 3am after their fifth cup of coffee, a cigarette pinched between two fingers. And yet, it somehow really fits into the feel of the game. It has certainly brought the ND community together, because I have never heard anyone who didn’t think this was a total WTF moment.

13. WAS Minette having an affair with Sonny Joon? I just heard this theory and I am running with it. What else would explain an alien face tattoo, and her just randomly dumping Dieter? I am choosing to believe that this is the case - otherwise, there is no explanation behind why she even got the tattoo in the first place, and having this be the reason for the mask feels a bit underwhelming.

Despite the insanity of this game...it’s a fun time. It certainly holds up on a replay, because the story is convoluted and there’s no way you’ll remember from the last time you played. Also, this is when Her really starts busting out the near impossible puzzles that no young child could ever solve on his or her own (I am already dreading the picture frame puzzle in SAW because HOW will I refrain from cheating then??)

Join me as I head off to Hawaii to sort bug poop and flirt with Big Daddy Mike. CRE is maybe one of the most lowly rated games in the entire series, so naturally I am stoked to replay!

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hansoheeglobal · 10 months

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Han Sohee's Bra Top Shows Off Her Charm by Wearing Red Tights and High Jewelry.

Han Sohee's bra top shows off her charm by wearing red tights and high jewelry.

Q. You've had a lot of overseas schedules lately and been staying in Paris for a week. What do you do when you go to a city other than Seoul?

A. I'm a total lodging person, so I spend most of my time in the room or taking a walk around the neighborhood. When I look at the night view of the city through the window before falling asleep, I feel like I am realizing that I am overseas. I try to get a good night’s sleep because I tend to recover my condition easily as long as I get a good night’s sleep.

Q. This time, you witnessed the presentation of the ‘Carte Blanche’ collection at Maison Boucheron located in Place Vendôme.

A. I couldn't believe it was designed during a time when I was depressed due to Corona, so the color and shape felt experimental. Not only silver or gold, but I was able to see jewelry in a variety of colors. There were designs that naturally melted in everyday life, but the jewelry with bold designs that became a point are especially memorable.

Q. After several photo shoots with〈Bazaar〉, Han Sohee's bright and radiant face was published on the paper. It was your first photoshoot after becoming an ambassador for Boucheron. What was the experience like?

A. Each cut has a different concept, so it's one shot, but I feel like I've been together for many moments. It was a very impressive experience as it seemed that I tried an active and bold production suitable for jewelry in the photo shoot.

Q. Jewelry makes you feel great the moment you wear it. What would be your favorite piece of jewelry?

A. Since I enjoy wearing dresses, I often wear necklaces that can be layered. I especially like vintage earrings. Even if you wear the same clothes and are in the same place, you can change your mood with just one piece of jewelry. Actually, I don't think my hands are pretty, so I usually wear earrings or necklaces depending on my mood that day. I also use ear cuffs when wearing casual clothes.

Q. Youfinished filming seasons 1 and 2 of the Netflix series <Gyeongseong Creature> not too long ago from last year. You took on the role of Yoon Chaeok, a todukun (a person who searches for missing people) who is in danger of survival while crossing Manchuria and Shanghai. What did you prepare for by playing this role for a long time?

A. Although I was attracted to the background of Gyeongseong, I think I was greatly attracted to the character Yoon Chaeok, who lived in that era more fiercely than anyone else. While acting, the most difficult thing is to find an intersection with her while living a whole day or two as the character. It's my biggest homework. This time again, I was absorbed in finding that point.

Q. In works such as Nabi in <Nevertheless> and Jiwoo in <My Name>, you also revealed that you've been playing characters who are far from a flat life, but this work must not have been easy either. Is there anything new you realize as you work? Do you think you are getting better?

A. I constantly doubt myself. Rather than the concept of progress and retreat, I think more about whether I can make myself not ashamed of the word "acting"

Q. Many people who have met Han Sohee often refer to expressions such as ‘unintelligible facial expressions’ or ‘cool aura’. Have you ever wondered why?

A. It wasn't my own intention, but it seems like people appreciate my unique appearance. (Laughs)

Q. What do you do when you want to get out of the way people want to see Han Sohee?

A. In fact, fans know many different sides of me, but I want to show a lot of comfortable sides to those who don't know.

Q. Blogs are the places where those human aspects are shown the best. In an interview with <Bazaar> 3 years ago, I remember saying that when life is tiring, it is more comforting to calmly tell about everyday life that is no different from you rather than baseless optimism which “everything will be fine.” How's the pretty tricky rule climbing club you revealed in your October post last year maintained?

A. Me and my friends seem to have no sense of time. I didn't see her, just talking and leaving.

Q. Looking at a recent post with a 220 size foot picture, I guess you have your own way of getting close to people. When I read the blog post, I thought I could understand what kind of person you are.

A. There's no other way, but when I feel like I want to get closer, I act first. Most of the time, I tend to approach people who can share my honest thoughts and attitudes.

Q. You also upload drawings of plants and bodies. What do you think about when you are painting?

A. I don't draw with intent or purpose. When I wake up without thinking, I tend to draw anything with an oil paste.

Q. There was a time when you said that you wanted to shoot a movie yourself. In a recent advertisement video, it became a hot topic by showing a scene paying homage to director Park Chanwook's film.

A. I like movies with primary colors and mise-en-scène. I really like director Park Chanwook's films, so while filming, I paid homage to numerous works and thought a lot about whether I would fit in well.

Q. What kind of story will the movie Han Sohee make someday be?

A. The story of a weak character who is not good at sports.

Q. What are some guidelines or truths in life that you engrave now or always?

A. ‘Life is fleeting. However, we are living in the present and are only beings that will disappear later. I think that it is enough to be grateful for what is given, not greedy, and just live.”

Q. You entered 30s by accepting changes more actively than anyone else. What does 30 mean to you?

A. I only think that the first digit has changed.

Q. How would you like to spend this time?

A. Although the image of myself that I hoped for is becoming vague, I always want to throw myself into the given work and spend it without regret.

Note: it's a rough trans so expect a lot of translation error.

#han sohee #xeesoxee #hansohee #lee sohee #korean model #korean actress

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analexthatexists · 3 months

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OC Main Post: Nightshade

I realized the information about this guy was kinda cluttered all over the place, so let me organize it better by doing this!

THE BASICS

Name: Nightshade (Host: Nightmare, renamed from Ultraviolet) Gender/Pronouns: Male, He/Him Age: 23? (Going off of Fresh’s estimated age on Fandom and making him a year younger than him) Sexuality: Aro/Ace Universe: Dreamtale (Parasite origins are unknown) A fusion between Fresh and Passive Nightmare that goes on wacky adventures with their “brother” Dream.

LINKS

Ask Blog Archive Current Design Lore and General Trivia Fun Facts & Other Crap Beta Concept (Before Revamp)

Wanna read more? (Heads up, there's a lot more writing down here!)

BACKSTORY

A Fresh Parasite without a host was looking desperately for someone to latch onto. It found its way into Dreamtale and hoped to latch onto Nightmare, a Sans known to be Negativity Incarnate and a near unstoppable being. However, this fails when upon entering the AU, it accidentally latches onto Passive Nightmare instead. This results in the creation of Nightshade, who didn’t even expect to be created. Having no other choice and being encountered by Dream, the parasite continued to act like Dream’s brother and basically be a “Cooler Nightmare” until it could leave and find its target. However, it ended up growing attached to this AU and specifically Dream, so it eventually abandoned this mission.

ARRIVAL OF KING SCORPIUS (NEW)

During one of their trips around the Multiverse, Nightshade was suddenly knocked out by members working under a variant of Nightmare, King Scorpius, followed by Dream. They were locked up and left to become sources of the king’s negative energy, where they would grow hopeless and perish in the dungeons. However, while Dream was too scared to fight back, Nightshade broke out of his cell and retaliated, looking for his brother. As he searched, he was stopped by two guards, and while he at first tried to talk with them which eventually resorted to throwing hands, he was beaten down and eventually been dusted. Thankfully, his parasite was able to escape and slip into another cell, and luck was on his side, as the cell he entered contained a very familiar face…Corrupted Nightmare from another Dreamtale.

CORRUPT FORM

At some point after being captured and having his host body destroyed, Nightshade found and finally took over his original target, Corrupt Nightmare. This form is a lot more prone to violence and killing to get its way while Nightshade held back punches and refused to resort to murder. Has similar likings and did-likings as Nightshade, and his relationship with Dream is unknown as the two are usually separate, C!NS choosing to stay away from him. The only time he worked with and stayed around Dream was during their escape from King Scorpius’ castle, in which C!NS helped Dream out just because his helplessness and confusion reminded him of what he just felt moments ago.

RELATIONSHIPS

Dream - Brothers Nightmare - Rivals/Assimilation Target Killer - Rivals Ink - Friends Swap - Friends/NS considers them Bros Swap Papyrus/Carrot - Also Friends/Bros Others: King Scorpius - Sworn Enemies/NS despises and slightly fears them Shattered Dream - Rivals Fresh - Friends/Bros Passive Nightmare - (One-Sided?) Friends

LIKES

-His brother Dream -Soft energy drinks with high acidic levels -Baggy pants -Anything nostalgic from the 90s -Marvel comics (Anti-Hero comics are his favorite) -Making friends and helping them -Safety PSAs -Self-Care -Sour candy -Illegal fireworks -NERF guns -Rebellions/Revolutions -Fruit snacks

DISLIKES

-Anyone that messes with him or Dream -Self-Deprecating humor -Bullies -Anyone that takes away his/anyone’s freedom or control -People who murder without reason or for fun, especially the murder of innocent -Sweet foods/fruits -The idea and belief of luck, he hates getting lucky or the idea that fate decided to let him off easy -Modern day slang and most of Gen Alpha minus the good stuff like animation and snacks

King Scorpius belongs to @teaspiiier

#sans au #dreamtale #dream sans #nightmare sans #utmv #undertale au #fresh sans #nightshade!sans #ultraviolet!sans

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warystares · 4 months

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✘ CLOSED / ft. nishiguchi akira ( @descorts ) at yami ink for a scheduled appointment

❝ curious things, birds, ❞ orson muses aloud, thoughtful. it is unclear whether he is speaking to anyone in particular ― as it were, akira is the only other soul in the room, but there is no preamble to this particular conversational shift ― or muttering to himself as he is often wont to do. irises that appear as raging storms belie the calm curiosity of his words as orson eyes an inked image of a crane. ❝ pneumatic bones, ❞ continues the man, clearly on the precipice of being lured into tangent, ❝ are not entirely exclusive to our avian cousins, of course. your skull is also filled with pockets of hollow, cavernous bone. ❞ there's a pen in his hand, an off shade of pale white gilded in delicate gold plating. when he taps the tip of cool metal against the highest point of his cheek, it obscures wicked smile. ❝ as is mine, take no offense. but therein lies the trouble, doesn't it ? there's no practical way to transcribe anything with shards of sinus cavity. never mind the illegibility, it'd tear right through the paper. ❞

he eyes the pen curiously before placing it on the table, turning his gaze toward akira as a hand lifts to loosen his tie and pull it over his head. ❝ bird bones, though ! ❞ begins orson again ; deft fingers make swift work of unfastening a row of buttons up to the collar as he speaks. ❝ while ours are dense and porous, hollow only but for a meaty marrow center, theirs are filled with interlocking pockets of air. ❞ starched cotton slides from pale shoulders mottled in swirls of shadowed ink ― an as of yet unfinished design ― and orson folds the shirt with careful precision. ❝ extensions of their lungs, morbidly enough, not entirely for the purpose of flight. but even ancient peoples recognized the practicality of these natural chambers. when properly sharpened, the bones could both retain ink and deposit it beneath the epidermis. not only a pen, but a rudimentary tattoo needle, if you will. ❞

bare skin puts on display hours of work the artist before him has already invested in his organic canvas. this is not the first time orson lloyd has sought out the hand of nishiguchi akira and surely it will not be the last ! an artisan himself, he is a staunch proponent of passionate craftsmanship, and upon deciding to adorn his body in art, he was patient and diligent in his search for the right artist. at this point, he suspects there is nary another soul he'd trust to leave a permanent mark in his skin. there is an understanding, a bizarre kinship of sorts, between akira and himself that transcends the world of tattooing. it keeps orson loyal. well, that and his innate talent. he wouldn't waste his time returning to an amateur.

orson reaches for the pen again before he approaches the table where he'll be sat the next several hours. ❝ i expect most of the birds in new york have died by now. pity i couldn't find any, i did look. ❞ the writing implement is held up on display and then out in an offer. ❝ this being locally sourced, therefore, was not made from a bird. if you uncap it, you'll notice there was a nib added to compensate. ❞ it's a gift in the same way that a feral cat might drop a dead rodent on the doorstep of a human who's shown it kindness ; unwrapped & borne of staggering cruelty ! ( he does not celebrate holidays in the same ways as most, but he's taken a fondness to crafting that allows him an assortment of hand-carved trinkets this time of year. ) he moves to sit on the edge of the table. ❝ how has the winter treated you, akira ? well, i'd hope. ❞

#✘ orson lloyd | conversation #✘ orson / akira 001 #this got stupid long obi i know i said three paragraphs idk what happened #he just got talking abt birds and bones and ??? i d k #also ... he totally made that pen out of a person . . . those are Porous People Bones

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MERRY CRIMUS TO EVERYONE WHO CELEBRATES IT AND HAPPY WHATEVER HOLIDAY YOU CELEBRATE AS WELL WHETHER IT HAS ALREADY OCCURRED OR WILL SOON OCCUR!

I need to share a TADC theory with anyone who sees this because I am so close to exploding.

Here on tumblr, there have been interpretations of a “fanon” character, Abel. This character was brought to the world through two things:

1. People like imagining characters for this show.

I do not need to tell you how popular TADC is, currently at over 200 MILLION VIEWS. It’s popular. And of course that means personas and ocs, and in The Amazing Digital Circus, where you can be anything (as long as it’s family friendly), people are gonna make characters.

2. The story of Cain and Abel

The story of Cain and Abel was theorized to parallel Caine, so people made a character to fit the Abel role.

Before we go on, I must explain one thing;

Names have relevance to the characters in the show.

Many are aware that Pomni sounds a lot like the Russian word for remember, tying in with her main goal to leave The Amazing Digital Circus,

Ragatha is most likely a mix of raggedy and Agatha because her design is based off of Raggedy Ann dolls,

Jax is probably and squished version of jackass (finally the letter x has a use) because he’s rude,

Kinger and Queenie are both chess pieces who are named after the piece they look like,

The word gangle can be a synonym for lanky which fits because Gangle’s body is made up of ribbon,

Bubble is a bubble,

I’m not too sure about what Zooble represents but it does perfectly capture what they look like in a name - EDIT: So apparently Zooble is named after these toys called Zoobs where you build you own little thing out of them but I don’t know them too well this is new info BACK TO THE REGULAR PROGRAM-

And of course, we must discuss Caine’s name.

@chronicbeans made a different theory about Caine’s name that doesn’t tie into this one, but it’s good so go check it out! It brings up some really interesting points.

But there is also another meaning for the ringmaster’s name, and for that we have to look at a specific story from the Bible, the story of Cain and Abel.

From my very brief “research” (if it can even be considered research) the story is about the brothers Cain and Abel. Cain was the eldest and from what I can tell a farmer, and Abel was the youngest and most likely a shepherd. The story goes that they both made sacrifices to god, but only Abel’s was accepted. Out of frustration and jealousy, Cain kills Abel, committing the first murder. The sacrifice part of the story most likely parallels Caine doing his best and living to make sure that the humans don’t go insane, and failing.

Caine is similar to the name Cain, and because the connection was made early on in the fandom, people wondered if there would be an Abel character, and after a while people made their own interpretations, whether they be named Abel or not. And honestly it’s cool to see the creativity the people here have!

But, based on my theory, we already have an Abel character.

The MOUNTAINS of text I just put you through was just to prime you for my main theory, MY interpretation of how this is gonna play out. MY MAIN THEORY:

Bubble, the ai assistant to Caine, IS ABEL.

Bubble is probably the closest to Caine since the humans don’t like him, the moon is frisky, and we have no idea of what the sun is like. He is the one who cleans for Caine, hangs out with him, and is always nearby to help him, making Bubble the closest thing Caine has to a (I’m pretty sure Goose herself has stated that Bubble’s pronouns are he/him so correct me if I’m wrong) brother.

While I did my quick search, a line in the story caught my attention. Because I’m too lazy to find it again, the main idea was that either Cain or god asked a rhetorical about if Abel was his to care for. The answer was yes. It was pointed out how it was rhetorical and I can’t remember the rest BUT IT’S NOT IMPORTANT. Bubble is obviously a lesser ai, so Caine would obviously have to care for him much like Cain should’ve cared for Abel.

Remember how I brought up how names are at least somewhat important? Say Bubble out loud or in you head, then say Abel. They have the SAME amount of syllables, a similar sound that is more pronounced (I don’t know the proper term), making them sound very similar. That is actually what tipped me off to this being a possibility. It might be a stretch, but it seems plausible to me.

There has been some information going around about how Pomni represents Christ and all that (the main piece of evidence is how the last scene of the episode represents the last supper) (from what I’ve seen) (that is also maybe where the Cain and Abel theory happened but I’m not too sure) and I’m gonna go with it for this theory even if it’s bogus.

If Pomni represents Christ (aka God) then that means Caine is gonna try to please her with adventures (his sacrifice), but she won’t be pleased. Then Bubble comes in. We haven’t seen much of Bubble, but based on my theory Pomni (and the audience) will warm up to him and he will keep her sane (his sacrifice). And based on the story,

Caine will become jealous.

We’ve already seen how even though Caine CAN stand Bubble, it’s in the same way an older sibling tries to be around an annoying, younger sibling. Caine is often embarrassed and annoyed by Bubble in the pilot, and we truly don’t know how much Caine even likes Bubble, but Bubble is ALL Caine truly has.

But what if Caine grew jealous? What is Bubble became something that brought true joy to the cast? Made them more sane? That is Caine’s job, what he was LITERALLY MADE FOR. He’d resent Bubble, and maybe in a fit of anger, he pops Bubble, but it does MORE than just pop him. He is deleted, the first true deletion. The first murder. Whether he did it on purpose or not is up to you. Or maybe it’s never stated. One thing is for sure:

Pomni at the very least, who bonded with Bubble, is upset at Caine for getting rid of him forever. Caine will probably feel remorse and will help the humans escape The Amazing Digital Circus, saving the humans but leaving Caine behind. His punishment.

In the original story, Cain is left with nothing and can only walk along the Earth he once used. What will happen to Caine in TADC will be similar, stuck on a digital plain, wandering, with nothing.

Of course, this is all my own personal theory, and this could be completely wrong! But I just wanted to share this because it feels like I’m the only one who thought of this.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #caine #tadc bubble #bubble #tadc pomni #pomni

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natsspammityspamspamham · 2 years

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Dino Watches Anime (Nov 5, 2022)

I gotta start putting the year in these things because I've been on Tumblr for too fricking long.

Anyways, I've been getting back into anime which is why my doctor is very concerned (I'm not even joking about that one).

These sequels are good (obviously)

Pop Team Epic

Honestly, the last few episodes have been mediocre. For one, I expected more out of Asanuma and Toyonaga's bit. Second, the writing, like all comedies, is extremely hit or miss. Pop Team Epic in particular is niche to many memes that people haven't even heard of. I'm watching it for the seiyuu and the bad jokes. Yuuma and Enoki's 3B part is what puts it under the "Yeah, I'll keep watching this" category.

Spy x Family Season 2

Yeah, it's good. Wholesome stuff right here. This is the type of content that's okay to put on your search history. Yor is also one of the few characters that Shonen Jump can sexualize without being put on a watch list. Not that they need to. We all show up for Anya.

Mairimashita Iruma-kun Season 2

My only complaint is that there isn't enough Clara antics. I have already written a post about this show. It's good. Go watch it.

Mob Psycho 100 Season 3

Takahiro Sakurai scandal? What is a "Takahiro Sakurai scandal"? For real, that scandal did kind of rock my enjoyment of the show, and I really wouldn't want Reigen to be played by anyone else, but that's up to the people involved with the show. Either way, this season has already been recorded. I just don't see how they can top that previous season with Reigen's revelation arc. Just remember kids, separate the artist from their work. Sakurai is just a small part of what makes Mob Psycho 100 good. There's also some controversy with the dub cast too, so don't think that watching dub will protect you from that.

Recently finished

Koi wa Sekai Seifuku no Ato de

The fanservice interferes with this show. Honestly, I've been watching anime for quite a while, and even this show really sticks out for some reason. Besides that, it's a cute love story that doesn't diverge too much from the usual "Romeo and Juliet" type fare.

I was really surprised about some of the casting decisions for this anime, but I think it worked out for the most part. I don't think I've seen Yuusuke Kobayashi play a meathead before.

Heaven's Design Team

Okay, this is the one show where it genuinely doesn't matter that the cast is never developed because it isn't that type of show. It's ecology mixed with creationism, and even though you'd think those two would never mix, it leads to an almost theistic brand of evolution, and I think that's okay. Just enjoy it for what it is. I watched it for the seiyuu who made the show fun. It's a nice watch, but I can't say it's mindless because you do actually need to pay attention sometimes.

Also, I accidentally watched this out-loud on a VC and still cringe every time I remember that. It was during one particular scene too. Ouch.

Shinchou Yuusha

I pretty much watched this for the voice actors. For one, Aki Toyosaki was really funny in the clips I've seen. Second, I got it spoiled for me and wanted to see the build-up for said spoiler. It was alright. Not a complete waste of time, but it still wasted time if you get what I mean (I watched it on 1.5 speed). I should've been productive. I feel like some of this stuff could've actually been abridged. Besides the two main characters and a few gag characters, the cast is extremely forgettable. It's almost like they made them forgettable on purpose. The fanservice interfered with the show a lot. I could not sit a minute without having female MC's boobs hanging out.

Romantic Killer

Yo, I made a post for all the reasons you should go watch this show. You should go do that. Quit reading this and go watch it. It's good. I like it. Makes the little dino in my brain boogey.

(also a comment on that gif: If this was your normal average harem with a male protagonist, MC would've definitely accidentally groped someone. Anzu never fall on their ball sack. I appreciate that it just stops with a kabedon and her accidentally stomping the crap out of him)

On-going

Akuyaku Reijou nanode Last Boss wo Kattemimashita

I just realized that I may have watched too many anime with Yuuichirou Umehara as the lead, and the funniest part is that all of the three characters in the past three anime I've mentioned have the exact same voice. It wasn't a whole "voice actors have such range" kind of thing. Umehara does have range, but I swear the past three entries have had him to do the exact same or extremely similar voices (closer to his natural voice). He was also in Heaven's Design Team where he did give the character a different voice. So yeah, he's been in four of the anime I've watched lately, and I think it was done by choice? I don't know. He happened to align with a lot of my stuff on my "watch later" list. Meanwhile, Rie Takahashi has given such range as Anzu and the MC of this anime. Man, I have slept on how good she is.

Anyways, this anime is alright. Honestly, go read the manga which covers the first four episodes. From episode five on, the anime goes at a snail's pace compared to the first four episodes which adapted at light speed. Bro, choose your pace then STICK WITH THE PACE YOU CHOSE.

Chainsaw Man

You know, I thought this while reading the first few chapters, but man, it feels both refreshing and insulting to have a straight-forward pervert as the protagonist. Thanks for being honest with us and what you want to project, but man, I am not part of the crowd that would relate to this (asexual). It beats all of those "I'm a good guy who just happens to grope women in my spare time" MCs, but man, how am I supposed to get behind Denji as a main character? Also, screw those people who dislike the casting. I strongly like this cast. Tomori deserves support and so does that trombonist playing Denji. Also, RIP to all of them peeps who are falling for the Makima x Denji stuff. We all know how that's gonna turn out given the tone of the show... and the manga readers screaming spoilers at us from 100 kilometres away.

#dino watches anime #pop team epic #akuyaku reijou nanode last boss wo kattemimashita #romantic killer #shinchou yuusha #heaven's design team #tenchi souzou design bu #koi wa sekai seifuku no ato de #mairimashita! iruma kun #mairimashita iruma kun #chainsaw man #csm

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hyperfixatinator · 2 years

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Project Shadow Theory Thing: the Silvquel Part 2

It's time to continue where we left off from part 1 (link). And here's another one for the beginning of this theory series (link).

Last time: We talked about Silver originating from the past, not the future. Then we ended with how his cuffs share surprising similarities to Shadow's inhibitor rings.

Now I want to talk about Silver's creation. Why he was created, what went into creating him, and how he ended up 200 years into the future. Keep in mind, there will be spaces that had to be left to the imagination. Regardless, I will do my best to answer each of these topics logically.

Silver's Conception

Going in order, we'll begin with the purpose of Silver's creation. Why did Gerald feel the need to create another Ultimate Lifeform when he already had Shadow? Shadow by himself is very strong and intelligent. Did Gerald not believe Shadow could do it alone?

Maybe so. During his research, Gerald discovered the existence of at least four powerful beings with godly levels of strength: Chaos, the Gizoid (Emerl), Black Doom (and the Black Arms), and the super hedgehog figure from the Hidden Palace mural.

There were already too many entities that could compete with Shadow's power. Gerald should know, he created Shadow from two of them. However, Shadow wasn't designed for raw power. The goal of Project Shadow was to achieve immortality, and Gerald wanted to find a cure for Maria's illness. Shadow is still very powerful, but he's rendered vulnerable if he unleashes too much energy at once, hence his need for the inhibitor rings. Gerald couldn't risk Shadow being defeated during the mission.

Even though Shadow still had a chance against these strong entities, he's just one person. His progress could've been halted significantly if he were continually fighting something that matched his strength. In SA2, the main reason Shadow was able to stay consistent with his mission while fighting Sonic was because he had two other people helping him find the emeralds.

I mentioned in a previous post that (according to this theory) Gerald left the details of his plan to someone outside of Prison Island before his execution. Even so, Gerald didn't know if this person would be able to release Shadow within his lifetime. The person would not only need heavy firepower to get through G.U.N's high security defenses, but also bring a chaos emerald with them to unlock Shadow's capsule.

Project Shadow was also fresh on G.U.N's mind at the time. They were on high alert, searching for all traces of anyone involved with the incident, or people associated with Gerald Robotnik. Chances of this person getting caught before reaching Shadow were much greater. The most Gerald could reliably hope for was this person hiding the plans somewhere Shadow could locate them once he escaped captivity.

That's why Gerald felt the need to create an ally to help Shadow succeed in his revenge plot. Another Ultimate Lifeform who would survive to help carry out this plan, no matter how long it took. One that could match the abilities of anyone who'd oppose them while Shadow finds the chaos emeralds.

Someone who can match the abilities of their opponents?

Silver's Roots

Similarly to how Silver's based on Shadow, I think he was also partially based on the Gizoid.

But first, let's go over a possible conflict with this reasoning to clear something up. Gerald's journal in Sonic Battle states that he knows very little about the technology that makes up the Gizoid. He wouldn't have been able to recreate a machine like this.

However, Silver isn't a machine. Silver is a living organism the same way Shadow is. Gerald didn't need to recreate the Gizoid's technology. He just needed to produce the same result through biological methods.

That result was an Ultimate Lifeform that can manipulate it's own chaos energy to mimic the abilities of whoever it wishes to copy. How does this apply to Silver? There's actually multiple instances of him mimicking the powers of others.

The most noticeable one being when he used chaos control for the first time.

Shadow is thoroughly trained in performing chaos control, as well as other chaos powers. Sonic first used chaos control back in SA2, and that was after witnessing Shadow do it multiple times throughout the game. His first attempt wasn't exactly flawless either, as he ended up in a completely different part of the ARK than he intended.

Silver, on the other hand, has never used a chaos emerald before. He didn't even know what it was until Blaze told him. His first time ever seeing someone induce chaos control was this fight with Shadow. And yet, merely 35 seconds later, Silver performs it perfectly.

He mirrors Shadow's movements all the way down to the stance. We know the attempt was successful because of the resulting portal. It's the same kind of portal Shadow and Sonic create later on, and those two are seasoned users of chaos energy.

Next, I want to bring up Silver's ESP before I move on to my most important point.

These wiki entries state that psychic powers are the norm 200 years in the future.

(The links to the source sites don't seem to be working. If anyone has access to them, I would greatly appreciate it)

There are three ways this is possible.

ESP is an evolutionary trait that took place before 200 years forward, but after Sonic's present time.

ESP is granted to those with the technology that causes it in their possession.

ESP is granted through a surgical procedure.

I explained in a part 1 that Silver couldn't have originated from the future, so being born with an evolutionary trait that hadn't occurred at the time of his creation is off the table. In that same post, I explained that Silver's cuffs and gloves don't give him his ESP, since he can still use it while they're off. Other than that, we don't see him with other technology constantly in his possession.

Surgery is also highly unlikely. Silver has no surgical scars on his head, and the destroyed future of Sonic 06 would make finding the resources very difficult, as well as sterile environments to perform it.

Psychic powers being the norm would suggest this kind of medical procedure was readily available anywhere and at any time. A society of people struggling to survive in a world where Iblis's minions could frequently attack wouldn't have that luxury.

Silver didn't get his psychic powers from any of these possibilities. That narrows it down to one conclusion: Silver learned it from someone. He copied it.

Silver mentioned in his introductory cutscene that he has met and interacted with other people before.

I think that Silver saw these people using psychokinesis and started mimicking it with his chaos energy to blend in. Not on purpose, though. He probably thought that, since he could use ESP as well, that he was just like them.

This could be why we see him use a new telepathic confusion move in Sonic Rivals. Since Iblis never destroyed the world after the 06 rewrite, Silver had more people to copy psychic techniques from.

Don't worry, that's not my strongest evidence. In fact, this next example is the most crucial one of this entire post.

Silver can time travel.

In Sonic 06, he needed either Mephiles or two people with chaos emeralds in order to travel through time. Now, in Sonic Rivals, Silver can do so without Mephiles or any chaos emeralds.

Blaze may be able to travel between dimensions, but it's the sol emeralds that help her do so. Silver has no excuse. He just reappeared as a time traveler without an explanation.

We know this is an ability he's had within him from the past because nothing he does in the present affects it. If his time travel powers were something he obtained from the future, then it's highly likely that the changes made before he gained those abilities would still affect it.

It's like how Elise blowing out the Flame of Hope prevented Mephiles from existing, despite Mephiles having time travel powers.

But wait, Mephiles doesn't exist anymore. It's impossible for Silver to have copied Mephiles' time travel powers if he never existed, right?

I'm inclined to agree. Mephiles never existed before the Flame of Hope was extinguished.

But Solaris did.

The Solaris Project

This is where we'll talk about why Silver changed after the Sonic 06 rewrite, why his cuffs are constantly glowing now when they didn't before, and how he obtained his time travel powers.

This part doesn't have as much in-game evidence, but instead has reasoning based on what we've theorized so far. Here's how I see this series of events playing out.

I believe Silver was created in Soleanna. More specifically, in the Aquatic Base.

In a previous post (here), Gerald gave the instructions for his last project to someone outside of Prison Island, a man only referred to as "him". "He" had to find a secure location to begin this project.

The Aquatic Base was not only hidden underwater, but it was also highly advanced and in a faraway city-state. On top of that, Soleanna is a monarchy. If "he" could convince the Duke at the time to cover up the existence of Gerald's project, then this would be a prime location for the birth of his final Ultimate Lifeform.

"He" offered the Duke of Soleanna Gerald's priceless research discoveries in exchange for the use of Soleanna's hidden research facility. The Duke agreed, and thus the project began.

With time, the project was a success. They then left the creature unawakened. Whether it was due to a request from "him" to leave it in stasis, or fear of what G.U.N would do if they discovered Soleanna's sin, the scientists decided to hide it's body within the base indefinitely.

Roughly more than 10 years before the events of Sonic 06, the present Duke of Soleanna began making preparations for the Solaris Project. Unfortunately for him, the Flame of Hope was extinguished before he could start it.

The Duke didn't give up, not when there was still some hope. That hope being the candle that once held Solaris. Surely, it couldn't have been just any candle that could carry a god onto its wick. Perhaps there were even some traces of the Flame of Hope left, such as melted wax or ashes.

The Duke already found the white chaos emerald he would use during the experiment, and he had the candle with Solaris' remains, but that wouldn't be enough. They needed the perfect vessel that could utilize this power.

Project Solaris changed when the Duke discovered the existence of a certain white hedgehog in the archives of the base. The Ultimate Lifeform that could copy any ability.

The Solaris Project's goal was changed to creating a copy of Solaris himself.

In a way, the project was a success. Silver was imbued with Solaris' time travel abilities. However, something went wrong. The machine used to accomplish this still exploded and mortally wounded the Duke.

Silver's energy became unstable, and sent him 200 years into the future, where he woke up for the very first time.

So that's the story, but what's my reasoning?

Silver is cited in multiple sources to have lived in Crisis City (A.K.A: ruined Soleanna). It makes sense that the place he woke up would be inside it, or at least nearby.

Silver reappeared in Sonic Rivals with time travel, an ability we have only seen from Mephiles (and by proxy Solaris) and the Time Eater. The Time Eater didn't exist before Sonic Colors, so Solaris is the most likely candidate for Silver to have gotten his powers from.

We don't see the Duke anywhere at the end of Sonic 06 after the rewrite. You would think that the ruler of Soleanna would be present for an important festival honoring their sun god, alongside his daughter. It's possible that he still died in some way.

During Sonic 06, Silver's cuffs opened and closed to manage how much energy he would use. But now they're constantly opened, meaning that his body is constantly expelling energy. This could be for one of two reasons.

Silver started to exist outside of the timeline from the point he got his powers onward. Because of this, his body believes he's continuously using an ability. So, Silver's body makes his cuffs release energy nonstop to accommodate this, whether he wants to or not.

Silver has a similar issue to the Gizoid, where collecting too much data on the abilities of others can cause a destructive meltdown. Containing the data of a sun god is probably enough on its own to approach that limit. As such, Silver's body is keeping his energy level below a certain percentage to prevent this.

Both of these would explain Silver's sudden drop in power after his reintroduction in Sonic Rivals.

That should do it for the major points of this theory. Bear with me as I quickly recap the basics:

Silver the Hedgehog was designed by Gerald Robotnik and created in the Aquatic Base of Soleanna. His design was based on a combination of Shadow and the Gizoid. Afterwards, he was hidden away deeper within the facility.

Roughly before 40 years had passed, the Duke of Soleanna wished to harness the power to control time from the Flame of Hope. However, the flame was extinguished before the project could begin.

Instead of giving up, the Duke used Silver's body to create an artificial copy of Solaris. Something went wrong, and Silver was sent 200 years into the future. It turned out that the project was at least partially successful, since he now has time travel powers.

Silver woke up in the future and met people with psychic abilities. He then started to mimick those abilities, and convinced himself that he was also one of them.

That's the bulk what I have about Silver's origins right now. If I find more, I'll either add it to this or make a separate mini post.

#sonic the hedgehog #silver the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #theory #project shadow #I'm open to commentary if I missed something #this is all for fun so feel free to have your own opinions #now to figure out Sonic's past based on vague implications and hints

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berryscaryskies · 2 years

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ta da! gen 4

-You know Aeris lived a pretty carefree and wholesome childhood, they'd wander out to help in the garden or just generally around the house, overall a very responsible kid with impeccable manners. They literally would go sing with birds outside, it was precious. And at first I kinda thought that personality would continue on into their teen years and adulthood. But when they aged up into a teen their vibe was just SO different and like honestly way more compelling. -I imagine that vampire puberty hit them so hard they didn't even have the energy to worry about gender at first. They were constantly starving and almost sick, it was only thanks to sneaking some of their mom's plasma fruit and finding some old books in the attic that they started to piece together what was going on. And so Shrew had to sit the whole family down and reveal the truth with them all. It put a bit of a strain on the family but they pulled through. -one of the challenge rules is that you have to cure the previous gen's vampirism and I liked to imagine that the reason Shrew never cured herself was cuz she just didn't know how. She put all her eggs into plants and herbalism thinking she'd find answers there but she just... didn't. It was only Aeris digging through old vampire tombs obsessed with learning as much as they could about who they were that they found the answer their mother had been searching for. Aeris made the potion as a surprise present before moving out. (Aeris's two younger siblings are both human). It was honestly kinda weird seeing Shrew have a sleep need, it'd been so long lol. I like to think it was those first few nights staying up alone because they didn't need to sleep anymore but Shrew did now that led to Aeris wanting to reach out to their grandparents. I mean they have this huge vampire family that they've never even met or really heard all that much about before. There's so much knowledge to gain from them, and so they go visit forgotten hollow and meet literally EVERYONE they're related to for the first time. -there aren't really any Fashion skills, so when Aeris was younger I wound up deciding a skill they could work on in the meanwhile would be singing. And they got REALLY good at it. Which upon them aging up into a teen I realized the Perfect plot for them! And that's that while Aeris's main job is definitely a fashion designer and trend setter. Their other passion that they do on the side is running their own fully vampire run band. They're the lead singer of course. And (not including Tre) there are four other main members. Katarina, a quiet girl who loves food and playing the base.. and is also dating Aeris's sister Terra. Marci, I imagine she does drums though sims don't have those. Valentine who plays the guitar, and is a bit of a himbo. Then Lorenzo! He's more of a fill in should anyone need it, but he also does a lot of the production side. Recording, editing, etc. -Once during an outing with Terra to the beach they wound up meeting Tre and his brother Marquis. Both of which were human at first, though eventually Tre asked to be turned. Aeris was smitten with Tre from literally the SECOND they saw him, and the two get along really well! He's a musiclover and an honorary member of the band. He doesn't like performing much, but he does love writing music so he comes up with most if not all the bands songs. I also like to imagine them as a t4t couple. When they wound up deciding to have a kid later on it was Aeris who carried the child, and they asked Tre's brother to be the donor.

#my art #my ocs #shadow moon

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letterstosestrilles · 2 years

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Dear Tyko,

Well, it’s been a reasonably eventful day since I last wrote you, somewhat frustrated, from our lunch table on our way to the ship registry office.

Not long after I finished writing, we finished our journey there, and when I recast Tongues on myself, Niko cast it on Maliah, which made me feel like an idiot for not thinking to do that before, because I always think of it as a talking thing when Maliah generally doesn’t like to talk to strangers when I’m there to do it, but of course it’s just as much a spell of understanding, and she doesn’t speak any of the languages here any more than I do. So I’ve promised to trade off casting it for Maliah with Niko as long as we need to while we’re here, and it doesn’t make up for being a bit thoughtless, but at least I can be better in the future.

Anyway, armed with understanding for all of us (except Squirt, who as far as I know does not have the hitherto unknown ability to understand Celestial like happened with Aquan, but at this point if Maliah told me he did I would just take it with weary acceptance, there’s only so much a body can handle in a day), we went into the dock registry office, where a very weary bureaucrat heard that we’d been sent in search of Alat Misaahav by Divination and visibly decided that it was not worth asking more questions or trying to get us to fill out a form. Forms tend to not have neat boxes for things like “quests out of myth and legend.”

They gave us a berth number and told us to look for The Subtle Winds, and off we went to search, with Niko in charge, as the only person who could actually read the berth numbers, since Tongues doesn’t do a thing for written comprehension. We had to go to a different area of the port, where the berths are a bit smaller, meant for family crafts down to single-person ones, and eventually arrived at The Subtle Winds, and hailed them on their intercom.

We were, after a moment, answered by a baffled voice that got suspicious when we said we wanted to speak to Alat Misaahav, and even more suspicious when I explained that we had a question about star lore. There was a long wait, and I half-expected to be told to go away, but after almost a quarter of an hour, the hatch opened, and two people awaited us in the doorway.

In front was a woman who I think is mostly Maelah, a little older, in a hoverchair of a very nice design I was not nosy enough to ask about (but you would have liked it, looked like a way more complex version of that chair control mechanism you were saying you’d been reading about in your professional magazine a while back). She was Alat Misaahav, and was very intrigued to know what we were there for and how we’d known to come in the first place. Behind her was a companion who chose to give themselves no introduction, who clearly wished us flung out into the void to float our way back and would probably happily have wished the same on the god who gave us Alat’s name.

Alat, though, with the startled delight of anyone with a deep interest in a subject most people don’t care much about, was glad to talk about what she could tell us, though she warned us, as everyone seems to, that not a lot of star lore is out there attached to the stars’ actual names. We asked about Kireul, though, and she produced, after some searching, a few fragments of an invocation that comes from a planet that orbits them, describing the planet (Ikhel, she said, once she puzzled her way to pronouncing it, since it’s not a natural sound for someone used to Celestial) as a jewel in Kireul’s crown, and referring to them as “a lonely and distant watcher” and then, unnervingly, as “calm and dire.” (Calm is fine, a star with a temper sounds like a dangerous person to ask a favor of, but I can’t say I like the sound of “dire.”) She regretfully but firmly declined to guess if any of the unnamed stars in other lore might also be Kireul, and had nothing at all when we asked about Jhasdej, but offered to reach out to other enthusiasts, so we’ve asked her to but aren’t optimistic about the chances.

She also asked how we came to her, and seemed baffled and a little alarmed to have been called by name by a god, and there at least I could sympathize with her wholeheartedly, remembering how Altas contacted me. Then, of course, I ruined the feeling of kinship by explaining perhaps a bit too much about our mission, in hopes that maybe legends about a star crafting had circulated. They hadn’t, and she was blinking in that way people do when we tell them what we’re up to, so Maliah hastily changed the subject to ask about the star fields, and any information she could provide about those.

It seems like the star fields are mysterious to most of the mortal beings of the Astral Sea the same way, well, the city at the bottom of the ocean on Sestrilles is a mystery to most people who live there—they’re doing better than we were until very recently to even know there were stars out there! That’s not surprising, with a bit of logic, but it’s still disappointing.

And the disappointment remained as we thanked her and left, going off to find a store selling technology to get us adapters to allow us to at least access the Astral Sea’s internet, if not our own. That wasn’t too difficult, and we got set up, and Niko got a message account set up, since she’s the only one of us who can actually read Celestial. (Though I’ve asked her for some lessons as we travel here, both for practicality and because it’s a lovely language. Do you want to learn as well? Or maybe I should ask Alion, though it sounds from the last I talked to them like the Dwarvish future tense is giving them headaches right now.)

While we were getting set up, we stopped at one of the storm gardens between the tech store and The Weary Sage, looking out over the patterns of lightning, and I admit I was sulking a little, feeling stuck. Niko did her best to be encouraging, making the very reasonable point that if the Lady of Stars gave us two names, probably both are equally likely to help us (which I do know, but if one is likely to respond well to an emotional plea and the other prefers pure logic, I’d like to know that going in). We talked a little about our need to go to the port temple to the Lady of Stars and ask her about which star is closer, but I feel stupidly nervous about that even knowing, as Maliah gently pointed out, that she likes me. In part it’s that I don’t relish the nosebleeds and the dizziness from my interactions with deities aside from Aluarashi (oh, Aluarashi would love the storm gardens and probably this whole plane, it’s a pity one can’t really send a god a postcard). In part it’s that, after a while, I start feeling like I might be annoying her, or worse, failing her, by not just taking the information she sees fit to give me.

Maliah, again gently, told me that’s not really reasonable, and that if the Lady says no, that leaves us no worse off than we are now, except I still worry about annoying her, because this isn’t the last favor I’m going to ask of her, and the other one is a good deal more important—but I’m not asking it yet.

Still, I know doing it is the smart choice, and maybe the only way we can really make a decision, so we’ll go over tomorrow.

Out of curiosity, I went looking on the Astral Sea’s network for information about the planet Ikhel, wishing I could connect to ours, which must have much more. (I’m very tempted to Send to you and ask you to research it, except you’d only have a few words to tell me what you could find.) There was a little, which was actually more than I was expecting to find, part of some decade-old mapping project that gave me some relative coordinates, and after puzzling, I figured out that it’s pretty far out from the centers I mostly traveled through on The Promise, and only a few major trade routes go even close to it, so I wouldn’t have visited it. There wasn’t any information about the denizens, and from one two-syllable words I couldn’t figure out the language at least the first settlers must have spoken, though Maliah and I could eliminate a few between us (probably not Gnomish or Halfling, my guess is not Elvish unless it’s a drow colony independent of the Underdark, but Infernal, Dwarvish, and Primordial are all possible, and I couldn’t eliminate several others either).

Even that much, though, was enough to remind me how high the stakes are on this quest. If there’s a catastrophic failure and we hurt a star too badly to fix, there’s a chance of a star that people orbit dying, a whole planet of lives in danger because of us. But, as Maliah pointed out, if Jhasdej happens not to have living inhabitants around their more literal form, they might not understand or care much about the loss of creativity, so we’re once again left with spinning the wheel and picking one or the other.

Only—only I was sitting there, and I was disappointed in myself and in the lack of information, feeling like I’d been asking the wrong questions, and Niko was saying it might be worth asking Gaizka to cast Legend Lore even though they don’t know much about the relevant situation, and I said “I wish I could cast Legend Lore to find out more about Kireul” and I did.

One moment I was looking at the lightning dancing across the storm and then it’s like I was hearing a hundred songs at once in a hundred voices, in words I shouldn’t understand but did. I was hearing a child singing a skipping rhyme about the days of the week, and a poet reading quietly as though checking their meter the full version of the poem Alat had showed us, and then song after song about a sun.

Not our sun on Sestrilles, where I remember teachers smiling and saying “the sun helps the crops grow, the sun brings the summer, the sun is always facing some part of the planet” like the star is a doting aunt inclined to show up on holidays with gifts. This sun, Kireul, is—oh, it’s so stupid to say that they’re not as warm, because they’re a star. But the people of Ikhel, while they seem to perhaps worship Kireul as one of their pantheon, while they sing of them with reverence and respect and the love you’d give to a distant and famous grandparent, don’t think of them as friendly.

What they speak of, over and over, is Kireul as a witness. A person who has immense knowledge not through study of what people long-dead discovered and then chooses to elaborate on it, but through constant and careful observation. A person who has seen the birth of their society and will see its death, and who notes everything, large or small. Intimidating and remote, perhaps, but it’s a little hopeful, because I don’t think you can know that much about people without loving them at least a little, and people you love are people you want to save.

And then it was over, and Maliah was frowning at me, and I blurted out that I’d somehow cast Legend Lore, which didn’t seem possible, but I so obviously had. It wasn’t the Lady of Stars hearing my doubts and helping me, because I know her voice now. This was the voices of legends and myths, of a living story, and while it was disorienting, it didn’t fill my skull like bursting, and it didn’t feel like tripping over something I’d always known that got shunted to the front of my thoughts like when Aluarashi wants me to know something. It felt like I was learning it, just impossibly quickly. I described it to Maliah and Niko, and will describe it to you, like my mind was a crowded room and I rapidly had to shove a few bits of furniture out of the way to make space for a new box arriving.

Maliah and Niko were both confused and a little alarmed, maybe because I was both confused and alarmed, and I said that I didn’t know how I’d done it, I just wished that I could and it happened, and Niko realized a beat before I did that it wasn’t just a wish, it was a Wish. As in the spell.

And I’d known, after Avka’s lair, that I’d grown more powerful. I understand better how and when that happens these days, and after a little experimentation, I can usually figure out what’s different, but this time, there’d been a spell I’d been thinking of, hoping it might help us sometimes, and I’d felt the tune for that click into place the day after we got out of the volcano, and that didn’t quite feel like all, but I thought maybe I hadn’t unlocked everything about that spell yet. I hadn’t thought for a second that there was a whole new spell, and that it was Wish, of all things.

I hardly even know the rules of Wish, other than that I can cast nearly any spell now, if only once a day, by using it. Even the shows about high-level adventurers don’t bother with Wish, because it’s an unbelievable spell. Who’s powerful enough to cast it these days? An audience can believe almost any spell over a Wish, anything except maybe a True Resurrection, so all I know about it, I know from fairy tales.

It’s not comfortable, finding myself playing the role of The Prince Who Held The Tide or the maiden in your grandfather’s old story about the dragon’s impossible wishes. I don’t want to be a myth or a fairy tale, grateful as I am for the help of anything that will get us to the end of this quest. Part of me is absolutely dying of glee, remembering being a kid and imagining myself casting Wish for reasons silly and serious, imagining Wishing my way into riding a bird through the clouds or, of course, bring my parents back.

The other part of me can’t stop thinking about the way people have been looking at me all day, and ever since I arrived here. The librarians disbelieving that anyone seems to seriously be looking into stars as anything but distant figures of legend and study. The clerics at the storm god’s temple being unnerved by our requests. The dock registry officer wanting us gone, Alat’s overwhelmed expression when I told her about our quest, her companion mistrustful of us.

Maliah and Niko seemed to understand that I’ve had quite enough for the day, and after they’d made sure it was nothing worse than shock, I told them what I’d learned, told them I desperately wanted to eat something greasy followed by something sweet, and let them lead me off to do that before shutting myself in my room to write you.

It’s stupid to be upset over something so amazing, and Gaizka at least hardly blinked (or only blinked out of my sight) and asked me a lot of interested questions about how it worked, not that I really knew, so I’m trying to remember the good, and there’s a lot of it. Tomorrow, I should be able to see what I can learn about Jhasdej, though I might also wait another day or two to see if Atal can find us an anchor point to work from, since I think I was only able to learn as much as I did about Kireul because I knew the name of the planet that orbits them.

Tonight, I’m going to read that romance you recommended me when I was home, which I’ve been saving for when I needed it. And I’m going to take comfort in the fact that you, at least, are unlikely to ever look at me like I’m a legend, or if you do, it’s only a legend of how one person can wear so many holes in socks.

Love,

Elyn

#in character #in character: letter #letter to: tyko #episode 196 #location: the astral sea #location: the storm gardens of amsiel #person: maliah #person: mehrnikorsa(niko)#person: alat misaahav #person: gaizka zebari #information gathering

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