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twst-drabbles · 3 months

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Meleanor 1

Summary: You do not understand this egg's mother. On multiple occasions, with words or with silence, she has made her hatred towards humans clear. And yet, here she is with her egg in her arms.

(Ough, spent most of the day transferring my stuff to another writing program because my brain refuses to engage with the current one. Hopefully this one will be better for me. The interface is something I'm used to, at least. Also more time travel shenanigans because why not?)

When a guest is invited–or at least, allowed over by the pixies–the cluster of bells by your lattice windows would ring cleanly through the house, then would glow depending on how many guests there were. And if there was no guest but someone was coming anyway, all bells would ring at the same time and glow a sickly green.

It was a nice, a way to distinguish guest from intruder.

Only one ball bell glowed in this instance, a calm gold, but another one was hesitating, almost flickering in it's attempt to shine.

It was weird, until you saw the vine curtain pull back to reveal that faerie noble woman Meleanor with a huge egg in tow. Her smile, while clearly crafted from years of experience, did not fool you. You can feel the way her eyes regard you as a crawling, invasive bug.

"Hmm," was all the greetings you could muster out, because you didn't expect her to come here, nor did you want her here, but the egg was a pleasant surprise. It cancels out your need to give a dismissive/rude greeting into a neutral noise.

Meleanor, however, turned her eyes back to her egg. Her smile grew smaller, but gentler, as she rubbed her thumb over the raised grooves and ridges over the shell.

"Was that all you needed? You spoiled boy of mine. But fret not, I'll give you everything that you want, even if it means robbing the night sky of its every star just to give them to you."

It's… weird, knowing that Malleus was inside that very egg that Meleanor was so tenderly caressing. A growing fetus, alive and well, beating with a very tiny heart.

…oh right, you're supposed to receive this guest on behalf of the pixies. They can't do it themselves, on the account of how dense and volatile her magic is. Such sensitivity tends to make them agitated or fearful. And you, being a dull human with no magic sense whatsoever, would have to take the reigns.

"Sit wherever you like," you gestured to the whole scope of the room.

"And who gave you permission to speak, to gaze upon me?" She didn't so much as look at you, keeping her gaze upon her child, still so filled with fondness and love.

This song and dance again… Ugh, you're going to be so exhausted by the end of the day.

"A host that cannot gaze or speak with the guest is a negligent one," Meleanor not looking at you was a sign that she's not truly angry. She's just trying to mess with you in the way all faeries love to do. "You know this."

A prank to them, a danger to you. You fall for it or falter, and she will relish in punishing you however she sees fit. You're just lucky you have a good sense of when you're in danger or not.

"Haha," Meleanor lifted her head to laugh, mildly amused, "A host now, is it? Your manners are well-trained in you, for a human. Any less and I would have had you replaced. Surely the pixies will find another creature to attach themselves to."

"That's if they don't gather up their things and leave for other places," you dragged a chair and kicked back on it, "You would lose your stable seasons if you were to 'replace' me on your own whims."

Human etiquette in you tells you to go into the kitchen and make a drink or a snack. Faerie etiquette, however, told you to wait and quietly listen. You can't assume a request of a faerie guest. You could easily be accused of arrogance.

But, instead of requesting for anything or attempting to stab you with her sharp words, Meleanor took the seat on the other side of the dining table. She leaned her egg close to her belly and simply let time pass with a steady lullaby.

And, unfortunately, this meant that you couldn't do anything as well. You're forced to sit there and wait with her while she gets lost in whatever is inside her head.

Just as you were about to zone out in your seat, Meleanor finally spoke.

"It was only for a brief moment, but I'm more than sure that my son heard your voice. It was when Malleus and I were wandering around these very woods as a means of staving off my boredom. And just as I was about to craft a most impressive tower of thorns, I heard your voice, along with those playful pixies right by the riverside. And my son heard you as well."

"Huh," you tapped at your knee, trying to recall what she's talking about. You can't. "What does that have do with you bringing your egg here?"

There was only the lightest flare of green fire over the hem of her dress, but she reigned it in. She is a guest after all. She can't very well rampage inside this house just because the pixies gave the okay for her to visit. It's why you're letting yourself be a little more lax than usual.

Meleanor gave a sigh, letting just a fraction of her rage go. "Already, before he's even born, Malleus is rebelling against me. I would be more proud if it weren't due to your influence. But, I have no choice in this instance. What my son wants, I'll give. It is my right to spoil him, especially at this stage."

"…Give him, my voice?" That's not exactly something you want to do.

"Malleus wants to hear more of your voice," she spat it out, as though the words were disgusting on her tongue, "He'll reject most of my and my husband's magic otherwise. Honestly, of all things for him to latch onto, it had to be a human's voice."

Wow, of all things…

"That's unfortunate," you sighed out.

"On my end, yes. But for you, it is a blessing that no other shall receive, so best weep for joy at such a miracle. When I take my leave, that is. I don't want to subject my child to the grating noises of a sobbing human."

Meleanor is certainly hating every moment of this, isn't she? Guess you should be thankful that, no matter where you are in time, Malleus attaches himself to you quickly. How nice.

But oh boy, you hope this doesn't have any consequences when you finally figure out how to go back to your present.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #meleanor #meleanor draconia #janitor au #time travel shenanigans #reader insert

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blake447 · 10 months

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Hypertoroidal Time Travel Chess

So just in case you though my game nDimensional Time Travel Chess couldnt get any worse, I fixed the bug that was breaking hypertoroids. This specific hypertoroid is a radial extrusion of a regular torus along 4 dimensional space. We start with an offset circle like so

And we start extruding radially. What that means is we just push out the face a little bit rotating around the center each time. Now in real life these would be infinitely small, we we're working with computers and human time so we just choose small enough steps

Here's what we see a quarter of the way through

Here you can start to see the donut

And here's the finished product.

For step 1 at least. Now we move onto step two. We move the donut back into place of the original circle and repeat the process

Now for the next step things are a little confusing for our 3D human brains no matter what we do, but especially so if we connect the rings like we did last time. So unfortunately we just have to imagine that these are still connected through 4D space, but we'll only show slices where we have enough room to think about them as their own 3D slices

Just like we would be able to imagine traveling along the donut surface between its little rings (red arrow), a 4D creature would be able to easily imagine being able to travel along the donut's themselves (blue arrow) and those two directions are 90 degrees from one another, making them orthogonal and adding an extra-dimension to the surface

Here's how I typically label and refer to these axes

And finally, here's the finished product of step 2

Now if we repeat the process again

Haha just kidding lol. This is already a crazy enough chess board for me personally. Unless... c: But yeah, definitely one of the crazier boards I've made. Haven't played it yet, but if my torus board was any indicator, this one is possibly just, straight up unplayable ngl. Still, might be fun to try anyway

#torusposting #torus #math #mathematics #chess #chessboards #3D chess #unity3d #gamedev #mathblr #codeblr #progblr #programming #coding #5d chess #4d #chessboard #5d chess with multiverse time travel

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writeformesinpie · 2 years

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Restless Devotion

Lee Seokmin (DK) x Fem!Reader

Summary - You’re home alone… at least you think you are. You can’t shake the feeling that someone’s watching you.

Genre - Yandere

Warnings - Stalker, sexual content, implied violence, obsession, swearing, yandere themes.

Word Count - 1.6k

A/N - This is part of the Don’t Be Scared Seventeen Halloween Collab. It is so late! 😭 I’m sorry @jeonronwoo ! (Pretty sure that this collab was cancelled or abandoned which is fine - I actually wrote this last September but never edited it - stupid ADHD brain haha)

There’s a faint tap against the window.

It’s not the first time you’ve heard the gentle scraping sound while you sit on your bed, scrolling on your laptop. The last few nights have all been the same but when you look outside all you see is the display garden a few steps from your window.

Someone could be hiding out there, past the delicate garden, out in the maple trees. It’s true, but no matter how long you stare into the dark spaces between the flora, you’ve yet to see anyone or anything moving around. A soft breeze flickers against the open curtain and the material dances for a few moments before falling back into an unsettling stillness.

It’s not just a branch like your roommate suggested earlier in the week, how could it be? The branches are too far away. It’s physically impossible.

They also suggested it was a rock from a passing car hitting the wall, which you admit is the more likely of the two, but still unlikely. The rock would have to fly past all the trees and just happen to make its way between them to land close to your window. And to do so more than once? Perhaps it had been just a bug or some kind of animal.

Goosebumps crawl across your skin as you look outside once more. No, you’re not alone.

You are being watched.

There’s no logic behind it. It’s only a feeling, but you know it’s true.

The ping of your phone sounds off as you peek through the middle of the lace separating the solid purple drapes on either side of it. Maybe it’s time to invest in some blackout curtains, or some thick horizontal blinds.

There’s no one outside – no one you can see, anyway.

Letting out a deep sigh, you walk back to the bed and dive headfirst against the bedspread, your body rigid and unmoving until another ping of your phone demands your attention.

It’s your roommate. They’re out of town visiting their family and have something new to complain about no doubt. Tossing your phone onto your pillow, you continue to scroll through social media, responding to some of your friends before your phone pings once more.

“Alright, alright. What do you want?” Looking at her message, you pull the phone closer to your face. “What the fuck?”

This can’t be real.

Needing to see it on a larger screen, you search up the username your roommate sent you. The account pops right up. It’s real. But who would do this?

“What is this?”

Typing furiously, you ask questions that she doesn’t know the answers to. A friend of hers you had met a few times happened across the account and thought it was suspicious and forwarded it. They don’t know who the owner of the account is. They don’t know if it’s just a joke. They don’t know anything useful at all.

This can’t be real.

It’s an instagram account claiming to be your official fansite with a bunch of your pictures. Nothing but your pictures. One hundred and twenty nine of them.

Pictures you haven’t seen before. Pictures of you in your bedroom sitting on your bed, looking at your laptop or laying down while staring at your phone. Pictures of you outside talking to friends or buying groceries. And, perhaps the most disturbing of all, pictures of you wearing a towel while you brush your teeth in the bathroom. The angles make it obvious these were taken from your window but the bathroom is on the second floor.

”The love of my life.”

”You went to the aquarium today.”

”Should I help with your flat tire?”

Pushing the laptop away, you jump off the bed. Pulling the suitcase out from under your bed, you unzip it before flinging open your dresser. Scraping together as many items as you can, you toss them on your bed. A soft rap at the window throws you off guard, your head snapping up as you look back in the direction of the sound.

Ignoring what you hope is indeed just a bug, your heartbeat throbs in your ears as you look back at the laptop. The account boasts about being your biggest fan, that you’re the love of their life and this is their way to worship you, that you deserve to be treated like a queen.

It’s too much. Tears well in your eyes as a wave of shivers take control of your shoulders.

There’s more.

Although there aren’t many likes, the comments somehow outweigh them. Each comment is worse than the last. Creepy messages fill the space under your photos, wishing they could touch you and asking for more content. They want to see you closer. They want to see you with less clothing. They want to see you cry. They want to see you moan.

Scrolling through each photo, you look with utter disbelief at the captions and comments, tears streaming down your face.

Returning your focus back to packing, you shove the clothes into the case, mindless of what you grabbed and what you even need. You click your tongue as a wave of cold sweat covers your arms and face. The pictures. The older ones were of you in your backyard, in your car and out and about. The more photos this freak posted, the closer they were until–

You turn the laptop towards you and shudder.

The last photo.

The last picture of you is from inside the house, the mesh of the window no longer visible.

It’s of you sleeping.

As if someone was hovering above you while you slept.

Taking a deep breath, you stumble to the door, your fingers shaking as you try several times to lock it. Sweat lubricates your palms, making it difficult to turn the knob. Once you hear the familiar click, you turn your back and slide down, landing roughly on your arse. Slumped up against the door, your shoulders hunched, you take a few deep breaths before your breathing finally starts to slow and you’re able to sooth your raging heart closer to that of a normal rhythm.

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” you hum as you begin to rub your forearms back and forth, the continuous movement lulling you into a sense of security. There’s nothing to fear. You’re fine. You are safe here. There’s no one here.

As if on queue the soft tap at your window causes you to jump.

There’s someone outside.

Pushing yourself up, you turn towards the glass and whimper. This can’t be happening. With a rapid glance around the room, your eyes lock on the five pound dumbbell lying on the ground by your closet. Edging across the wall, you slink to the floor and raise the weight in front of you in a protective stance as you inch closer to the window.

Halfway there a creaking sound comes from the floor above, stopping you dead in your tracks. Head heavy, you look at the ceiling before turning back to the window with a gasp.

There’s no one outside.

No one’s outside but, through the reflection of the window, you see the closet door opening behind you.

He’s already inside the house.

Steadying yourself, you take a deep breath before turning on your heel and swinging the dumbbell at the stranger in your room. He just smiles and sidesteps your attack. His reactions are faster than yours and before you can lift the weight again, his arms have circled your body and forced it out of your hand. It crashes to the ground with a mighty thud.

“You fucking creep,” you screech, slaming the heel of your foot into his shin before you run towards the door. Turning the knob a few times, you curse under your breath. You had locked it just a few minutes ago, the action backfiring. As you push against the lock to open the door, he pulls you back by your hair, lifting you up in the air and hurling you onto the bed. Pain radiates from your scalp as you scramble up to the headboard, holding out your hands. “What do you want? Please don’t hurt me.”

“Oh baby, I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you.” The light catches his features, shadows enunciating every curve and dip. His face is all angles, and his kinked and fluffy hair dusting his eyes keeps them from full view. He looks as deranged as his words.

“How can you love me? We don’t even know each other,” you say, a gurgled bubble clogging your throat on the last word, turning your voice into something unrecognisable. “Please just let me go.”

“I’m never gonna let you go.”

He slinks down onto the bed and slides towards you, his face covered with a grin that stretches across his slender face. He catches one of your feet as you kick out against him. Lifting your leg up, he presses his lips against your ankle. Flinching, you pull back but his fingers bite into your skin, making you cry out.

“No one will ever love you as much as I do. This world doesn’t deserve you.” He’s looking at you from the same level now and you can see his eyes. They’re dark, like the rest of his features, with a glimmer of hope and lust on full display. He’s looking at you like a cat who found a saucer of milk.

“Please, don’t.” Your voice is a whisper. His eyes are intent on yours as his tongue caresses your calf, leaving a trail of kisses up to your thigh. “Just stop.”

“I’m going to love you with every inch of my being,” he whispers, slithering up your body, a smile still adorning his face. “And I’ll never stop. Not until your dying breath.”

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isabelguerra · 1 year

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okay so i’m doing another old blog deep dive and came across this boss leader fanart by a deleted user. ‘haha bug spirit’ my brain goes in a burst of inspiration. ‘haha like the one in ch4’ ‘haha maybe thats boss leaders dream spirit’ ‘haha except it cant be because BL IS the dream spirit herself’ ‘haha but wait if she’s a spirit then she’d probably need SOME kind of physical form right. like she can have the power to control dreams but wouldnt she still need a body’ ‘wait’

boss leader has shown she’s able to drastically change her physical form in the dreamscape- to the point of being able to pose as different renditions of herself for decades. given this ability to control her appearance, and most essentially her masquerade as a spectral, i’m led to believe that the form we see is more of a mental projection, and that she has a corporeal form out in the physical world DIFFERENT to the one we’re introduced to her with. which is where i’d like to propose:

THE ZIPPER BUG SPIRIT WE SAW IN CHAPTER 4 WASNT SOME RANDOM MYSTERY SPIRIT. THAT WAS BOSS LEADER

The part about the Ch4 subterranean bug spirit’s design that always got me was how much it resembled the Consortium’s suitsies. At first I thought maybe it was a spirit working FOR the Consortium, wearing a suitsie, but that ultimately seemed silly. But what if that wasn’t a complete coincidence? What if that was the one part of Boss Leader’s body that she liked and decided to keep? Look:

What a fascinating design similarity! Huh weird where do I remember her making a bug joke before OH WAIT THATS RIGHT

And isn’t it just fascinating how that spirit saves Max! Almost as if it knew there was going to be a specific group of people on that train tonight! Almost as if it knew said train was going to be there picking up a Consortium agent! A Consortium agent sent under the orders of Boss Leader herself! Well thats cool but I’m sure its just another coincide-

INTERESTING.

i have more on this but i needed to vomit this out before i lost my train (aha) of thought . i think im onto something here. please share thoughts

#EDIT i wrote this at like 5am so i went back and fixed a bunch of typos. sentences should flow better now #paranatural #i know the exact counter argument youre about to hit me with and thats gonna be my next post tomorrow because the answer i have makes me so #unbelievably excited about something #but feel free to counter argue anyway i love hearing what ppl r cooking up

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pippuns · 1 year

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Youve made me curious, what's Tai Sui about? What's the appeal 👀👀

LET ME TELL YOU ALL ABOUT THE APPEAL ANON!!

tai sui is an absolutely fantastically written steampunk xianxia novel that acts as a deconstruction of the xianxia genre!! if you like detailed world building, questions about the cost of immortality, what makes a god, and identity, themes about environmentalism, class, autonomy, the power of names, and just incredible levels of emotional damage (broken up by the funniest and most annoying (/affectionate) protagonist around), tai sui is for you!!

which is to say. this novel was engineered to make me specifically absolutely lose it LOL

i kept on trying to make this post both coherent and not long and i have given up. here is a bunch of words of me yelling about how much i love tai sui below the page break.

TAI SUI IS SO!!! MY BRAIN!!! ITS BEING REWRITTEN!!!

there is literally no one in the main cast i dont like. they're all so funny in their own ways and so likeable!! I genuinely have such a difficult time picking my favorite character in tai sui because they're all so interesting and well-written, and i love seeing them interact with each other

part of this absolutely has to do the protagonist, xi ping, who is just the funniest man around. he's also the most annoying and i want to see him crushed like a bug (/affectionate). he's really good at bouncing off of other characters, and i love seeing him drag other folks into Problems and Situations and just being a general force of chaos and mayhem in the world

it's also really good that he's so funny and lighthearted because tai sui has some really tragic moments!! it gets fucking sad!! i've cried multiple times and i don't usually cry at media!! i only just finished book three!!

tai sui is also really good at writing women!! i love tai sui women so much. i don't really have much more to say about this but like. gender and wlw win <3

another thing tai sui does that i like a lot is zoom out to focus on the ways the events of the novel are affecting ur average day folks. when i say ''tai sui is about class and environmental issues'' i mean they don't just like, say it in the narration and then not elaborate on it. we explicitly see how people are being affected by the way the world is governed and the hardships they are forced to live through. it's not really left to your imagination.

but something i also really really like is that while priest does show the hardship that characterizes the lives of the people, they also show the ways in which people struggle to live on regardless.

tai sui is about tragedy in a lot of ways, but it's not a tragedy they take lying down, and it's not like people don't find their own moments of happiness in spite of the hard lives they live. which is really important to me!! its something i genuinely appreciate from the narration so much!! yes, life is hard. yes, things are difficult. and yes, people find a way to continue on regardless!!!!

PUNCHES A WALL. IM SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT TAI SUI.

ALSO THE NARRATION IS SO GORGEOUS??? LIKE HELLO??? IM LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH THE PROSE. EATS IT WHOLE LIKE IM A BURMESE PYTHON. or uh. like im going out to a gyro place with my friends and i get so focused on eating the food that i don't notice that i'm eating the sandwich paper wrap until a fair amount of it is chowed down haha :')

i also mentioned this a little on my side twitter but the way tai sui is formatted is also really fun to me. like. it feels like a tv show with the way the scenes change and the cliff hangers the chapters end on sometimes. which is why it really doesn't feel like its 900k words. you just keep going and then BOOM ur done with a book. the real reason im doodling my way through this novel is to force myself to go slow. bc otherwise i would have finished it in a week (there is something wrong with me).

anyways please read tai sui

#pip speaks #i cannot be normal <3 please understand <3 #side twitter is zapphalt. i have more specific text analysis and thoughts there #but its full of spoilers </3 #i tried to keep it short but in my defense you asked why it appealed to me #disclaimer these are the reasons why it appeals to me specifically. there are many more reasons to like tai sui that i have not listen #partially bc i literally can just keep going on. partially bc if i continue there will be spoilers.#edit: added a link to where you can read it :)

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tozettastone · 11 months

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I wrote a little about how my Ghost feels about coming to Hallownest :)

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For an endless moment, everything is dark and silent and still.

Then: light, golden like sunshine through honey. It breaks through in a slow drip, and then a drizzle, and then a cascade. Light, like drowning in sweetness.

There's a towering, horned silhouette, floating. The deafening clink of a chain.

And then screaming.

Somewhere far away from the source of that distant cry, a nameless little knight looks up. They turn their own horned head like a weathervane following the breeze. That way.

They can't feel it on the air, the way a bug should. No vibrations. No scents. It's not like talking. But beneath their grey cloak and worn carapace, the inky stain of their body responds. The stuff that makes them is curiously tuned, sensitive to that single note of torment.

It's not really like making a decision. They just get up, lift their worn nail, and begin walking back across the wastes, one small step at a time.

...They'll know what they're looking for, when they find it.

Probably. Possibly. Eventually.

Hopefully.

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The Howling Cliffs seem familiar, but they can't put their stubby abyssal finger on precisely why. They get lost there anyway, and then a vengefly takes a chunk out of their cloak, so maybe it's a false sense of familiarity.

King's Pass, when they stumble down into it, is pretty, in a haunted sort of way. There are pale, luminescent grasses, and little motes of dust and wayward spores drift uncertainly in their light. Their pallid glow leeches all the colour away, casting the world in shades of white and dull blue and soft grey.

Five doors fall to their old nail. Tiny crawlids—usually shy scavengers—seem emboldened to conduct their business right out in the open, and don't run from their light steps. The spines on their backs are sharp. The crawlids don't even seem to notice them. Isn't that odd, for a prey animal?

Lumaflies drift past with their lights on, little halos in the dimness of the cave system in King's Pass.

The cave tunnels open into a tall cavern, and then only way to go is right back up, which requires significantly more effort than jumping down.

A geo deposit gives them seventeen of the fossilised shells that are the currency here. This does not make up for the stalactite that almost brains them as they leap up.

At a break in this long and tiring climb, a mural is painted right onto the wall:

'Higher beings, these words are for you alone. Your great strength marks you amongst us. Focus your soul and you shall achieve feats of which others can only dream.'

The word "dream" is vandalised, something smeared right across it. It might be ink. But it might be dried haemolymph. It looks like dried haemolymph. But... maybe it's just ink!

They pass it. They move onwards through the dim caves.

There's another angry vengefly. This one is carrying three geo of its own, despite roughly zero evidence that it has any brain with which to spend it. Confusing. (They still take the geo, though. Waste not.)

Dodging a second one almost sends them careening into the spikes on the floor. Above, another loose stalactite is shaken free by their lightest steps and comes hurtling towards them so fast they almost get skewered.

There's another geo deposit—they get sixteen, and then lose the rest to the unnecessarily spiky floor. It's too sharp to risk their limbs for grabbing them.

At the top, at long last, there's a blue glowing sack that drips lifeblood onto them when pierced. It's a weird sort of lifeblood: in most bugs, fluids are green; in some, a glossy purple or a dark, dark blue. In them, personally, fluids are a foggy blackness so complete it sucks the daylight from a room.

Ha. Haha.

Nevertheless, the feeling of slurping this strange blue lifeblood into their inky body is... indescribable.

Another crawlid. Another sealed door into a tunnel long since abandoned. With a great trembling and rumbling, the floor gives way—they fall and fall, but the landing is flat ground, and they are very light.

A perilous arrangement of old stone platforms marks a bridge over needle-sharp stalagmites, and every landing provokes more stalactites above to come free—but after, at last, they're back on the path in King's Pass proper again.

This trip is already more trouble than they expected. The world here is... crumbling. Badly. It's very dangerous, and there are no signs or anything.

But somewhere out there is the source of that great big voiceless cry. And they have to find it.

A huge door, ominously cracked, is the last thing that bars the way. The Hallownest crest is worn in places but still clear on the door. Before it, an equally worn sign reads:

'Beyond this point you enter the land of King and Creator. Step across this threshold and obey our laws. Bear witness to the last and only civilisation, the eternal Kingdom.

Hallownest.'

They peer at the words for a long moment.

Whatever laws might once have been enforced here in Hallownest... they don't seem to have much authority anymore.

The call certainly comes from beyond the crumbling seal of this huge door.

Their eyeless stare is fixed beyond it.

They draw their battered nail. The door does not stand long.

Rubble flies off the edge of what must once have been a tremendous bridge. It is now broken, cast iron rails worn sharp and rusted, jutting angrily into the empty air. With this much space out here, the wind sounds fierce, a furious howl. Their cloak whips around them. The sound of their little steps is lost to the shriek of the wind.

The fossilised shells of enormous ancestors dot the landscape. These are many, many times taller than their own tiny form. Far across the empty stretch and a long way down, there shine the lights of a tiny town.

It's in the right direction. Perhaps there they'll get some answers. They sheathe their nail.

It's a long way down.

They leap.

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Journal entry 1. Hallownest. King's Pass. 68 geo, mostly from suicidal vengeflies.

Heading east still. Have six or seven complaints to make about the traversability of the so-called "King's Pass". Roads in terrible repair. Bad king? Dead king? Bad, dead king? Unclear.

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Boarded up doors and lonely street lamps dot the town. For a long moment they think they will not only get no answers—they'll leave this forgotten place with only more questions!

But there is one bug there remaining. He might once have been tall, but age has hunched him over, an unbreaking carapace bowing to the weight of years. There's a pensive and sorrowful cast about his mask, but he turns at the sound of their light steps. Deep in the eyeholes of his mask, ancient eyes peer out, curious.

"Oho," he says, and raises a hand in greeting.

They hop forward with somewhat more enthusiasm. Mostly because the old bug is standing next to a bench, and they are absolutely exhausted from all this walking and climbing and tricky stalactites. They want to sit, update their journal, and rest. (Resting quietly is one of their favourite activities.)

The old bug introduces himself as Elderbug, a name that must at one point have been quite awkward for him, as few bugs are born old.

"It's only me left to offer you welcome," he laments, coming stiffly closer until both of them are huddled within the pool of light from a single street lamp: them on the bench, him standing bent just next to it. "The other residents, they've all disappeared. Headed down that well, one by one, into the caverns below."

They look where the Elderbug's mask points. The well is old and elaborate, and its complex iron decorations are rusted like all the rest. The mechanism and chain are still there, though, and seem better cared for.

"Used to be there was a great kingdom beneath our town. It's long fell to ruin, yet it still draws folks into its depths. Wealth, glory, enlightenment, that darkness seems to promise all things. I'm sure you too seek your dreams down there."

Hmm. They tilt their head to show they're listening, but it's hardly necessary. Elderbug now has the opportunity to express a feeling he has long kept to himself in his lonely topside existence, it seems, and his complaints run long.

Well, far be it for them to suspend such a long anticipated pleasure. At least they're not still on their own tired feet. They kick them in the air a little—for they are not quite tall enough to sit on the bench and touch the ground at the same time.

"Well, watch out! It's a sickly air that fills the place."

Oh. Is it? They tip their head.

"Creatures turn mad and travellers are robbed of their memories."

Do they? Are they?

They have a few holes in their own memory (their memory is, it might be said, mostly holes) and this whole place feels more and more incongruously familiar the further in they step.

"Perhaps dreams aren't such great things after all," says Elderbug, portentously.

The sign up in King's Pass had the word 'dreams' vandalised, too. Do people here have something against them? Was Elderbug a vandal in his long-ago, misspent youth?

They can't say. They don't dream. They don't sleep at all, actually.

...They don't do a lot of things.

"Many used to come, hoping the kingdom would fulfil their desires. Hallownest, it was once called. Supposedly the greatest kingdom there ever was, full of treasures and secrets. Hm. Now it's nothing more than a poisonous tomb filled with monsters and madness. Everything fades eventually, I suppose."

They peer up at Elderbug, but it seems this is all he has to say on the matter. His thoughts have come over all sour. His cloak rustles in the wind but he stands under the sickly lumafly glow of the street lamp, planted there like a tree.

A poisonous tomb filled with monsters and madness, they think. That seems like exactly the kind of place that despairing call would emerge from.

They've seen a lot in their travels across the wasteland.

They'll be fine. Probably.

Elderbug seems to gather himself. "Feeling tired? That bench might be iron, but I assure you it's quite comfortable! There's no better place to collect your thoughts before heading below."

The idea of collecting their thoughts seems, unpleasantly, like work. But the walk has been longer and much more troublesome than they expected, and Elderbug certainly seems lonely up here.

They incline their head and wiggle themselves into a better position on the surprisingly comfortable decorative iron bench. It's the only thing that seems not to be falling apart. (Including Elderbug.)

They're in no rush to go down the well. Perhaps they'll rest here for a while...

#my ghost is lazy and wants to be friends #even though they're also a murderous gremlin #sniffs #hollow knight #my fic #hollow knight fic

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purplehairedwonder · 1 year

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1067: Look at the Big Brain on Vegapunk

(Oh, you know, just continuing to worry about what’s going on with Law and Blackbeard. NBD.)

Anyway, on to the chapter:

a) lol @ Vegapunk getting tongue-tied on Nomi Nomi no Mi.

b) Luffy just jumping around in the background is adorable.

c) Vegapunk having an intellect-related Devil Fruit is fairly obvious in hindsight. However, he’s not smart just because of the DF, as he notes he was a “born genuis.”

So, Vegapunk’s brain is the internet, and my man has a wifi antenna in his head is what I’m taking from this. (iVegapunk, anyone?)

I mostly included this panel for Luffy’s “You’re a ninja?!” I love him so much.

This otherwise confirms what we seemed to assume about the clones already--that they’re all facets of Vegapunk, and he separated his brain into six satellite bodies to get six times the work done.

So yes, Vegapunk wants to create the internet. (Chopper, stahp, you’re so cute.)

And Jinbei is worried about trolls and shitposting. He knows what’s up.

And then there’s Bonney:

I can’t even blame her. I’d lose my shit if there was a swarm of bugs as well. Meanwhile, Luffy continues to be delighted by beetles, haha.

Oh, and we confirm another theory:

The only reason Momo’s fruit was a failure was the color; Vegapunk is a perfectionist.

The other bit of lore drop this chapter comes in the form of the giant robot.

So, the robot was made 900 years ago but it attacked 200 years ago by climbing over the Red Line. According to the One Piece wiki, the following happened 200 years ago:

The St. Briss leaves from the Briss Kingdom carrying a crew towards the Grand Line. The crew makes it to Skypiea but then vanishes without a trace.

The World Government makes an alliance with Fish-Man Island after centuries of discrimination. The institution of slavery is prohibited by the World Government to secure a peace agreement. Ryugu Kingdom also attended its first Levely, to which it does not attend another until 200 years later.

The Fighting Fish appear near Green Bit.

Are these events connected? Who knows. But it’s worth noting.

Shaka notes that he doesn’t know what the robot’s power source is.

It’s cola, isn’t it?

Anyway, Vegapunk has something he wants to give Bonney (something tied to Kuma, I assume) and wants to leave Egghead.

I have a feeling his desire to leave has something to do with the arrival of these guys:

(I’m cackling at Hattori’s mask.)

I’m curious at the line about Bonney serving her purpose. I wonder if she was a hostage of some kind the WG used to force Kuma to go along with the experimentation. With Kuma having been rescued by the Revolutionaries, she wouldn’t be useful any longer.

It’s hard to imagine CP0 serving as a real challenge to the Straw Hats at this point, so I’m very curious about the role they’re supposed to play here. Does Vegapunk end up dead by the end of the arc?

Speaking of Kuma...

Where are you going? Do you somehow know Bonney is in danger? (Cue sad backstory flashback.)

#One Piece #One Piece 1067 #One Piece chapter 1067 #One Piece spoilers #Monkey D. Luffy #Vegapunk #Jewelry Bonney #Bartholomew Kuma

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dilf-enthusiast420 · 2 years

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feelz (iii)

find part ii, part i

[dealer!eddie]

eddies pov

“i could never leave you alone, my little mama is mad at me at the moment know she’s such a primadonna”

hell.

that's the only thing eddie can think to describe where he’s at mentality.

its been 2 days 4 hours and 54 minutes since you kissed him and then ran out (you had walked to the door), but who’s counting? (he is)

you didn’t text him at all on sunday and it was the same radio silence monday. perhaps he was being a little but unreasonable considering it was summer and you most likely had plans but still.

eddie couldn’t help but feel like you had instantly regretted the action and now he feels like he’s worthless and hates life.

amd yeah, a world where you dont speak to him is hell in his eyes.

he was seconds from texting you when all of a sudden, you texted him first.

y/n<3

hey

your pov

“wherever you are is my home, you know i mean it they say home is where the heart is you’re the reason mine is beatin”

you had feelings for eddie munson. you know you liked him from the moment you had first seen him.

it scared you because you didn’t think it was possible for anyone to like someone as much as you liked him.

you knew he had something for you simply because of the way he acted around you, which was precisely the reason you didn’t expect him to kiss you saturday night.

he was awkward and didnt act impulsively, yes he was high but you still didnt think he had the balls.

but you kissed him back despite your brain yelling at you not to.

its not like you didnt want to be with him, because yes the fuck you did, its just you didn’t want to get attached to hawkins in any shape or form.

you wanted to get as far away from this place as humanly possible the second you got that diploma in your hands, which is kinda hard if you have another person along with you.

and yeah, maybe eddie was the most aesthetically pleasing person you had ever had the pleasure of being able to lay your eyes on. and maybe he was a bit weird, but what’s life without a little weird? he was funny and sweet and you wanted nothing to do with him and his little club.

so when you found out eddie was the town’s dealer during sophomore year you didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse because on one hand you had a chance! but on the other, you didnt want to be around him in fear of just asking him to spend the rest of his life with you.

so the second he said you smoke for free at the start of this summer going into senior year, it was the start of your spiral into all that is eddie munson.

and kissing eddie had only further accelerated that decent.

after not talking to eddie for 2 days you were kinda restless. you two never talked outside of a deal and nothing memorable at school either and even then it wasn’t everyday, but something was different. you two were closer now. and fuck, you had never felt this close to someone in a long, long time.

so why pass up the opportunity?

hey

sent 2:43 am

i know you’re probably asleep rn but i just wanted to know if that was a one time thing or not?

sent 2:45 am

smoking with you was really fun :)

sent 2:45 am

was this a good idea? it wouldn’t hurt to let yourself be happy? right?

eds<3

i had fun as well haha

received 2:46 am

eds<3

i think i had a stomach bug or smth so sorry i didnt get the chance to text you :(

received 2:46 am

liar..

no need to apologize!

sent 2:47 am

i hope you feel better soon :)

sent 2:47am

eds<3

thank you <3

received 2:48 am

you deserve happiness.

do you wanna hangout tmr? no weed unless you want to, but i was thinking just you and me?

sent 2:50am

eds<3

perfect. i have back to the future and an amazing cook (me ofc) calling our names lol

sent 2:52am

he’s making it sound like a date..

but.. isnt it?

_________

dont ask me what time period this is set in. i have no idea.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #song fic

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morningstar-warriors · 6 months

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Game Eleven

Thoughts and Development

I started recording the sessions, we all play online so I figured, why not! It'd be easy to show folks what they missed if they couldn't make it, or look back on mechanical moments that felt flawed. Plus it's very easy to now find direct quotes from players which is cool!

Aside from this another large development is a new player, Button. He is playing a cat called Ashwind, and plans on making occasional appearances here and there. Button is helping me develop a new kind of Stoneteller, he's into playing Warlocks in D&D so he got me to thinking on how we could make a cat warlock that would make sense in the Warriors world. Right now we're going with a necromancer vibe for his cat, and I'm excited to update the Stoneteller post with our more fleshed out concept.

Present issues that I plan on tackling --

Ability Scores

These guys are kinda... Just there. I honestly don't know what to do with them, they feel irrelevant to how the game works at this time. I may go about adding them to dice rolls for skill checks, or scrapping them all together. In the original game, ability scores were actually meant to represent how much chips you had, but Bug and I didn't like this, it didn't feel very customizable when it came to knacks.

Skills and Dice

So there are 5 points you can have in each skill. I've been playing this in a way where, you add that to your dice roll. Which the standard role in my game is, a 2d6. So if you have 4 points in a skill, it's 2d6+4. Another test player group recommended to me that this could instead be a die pool, so it physically feels like you have more. Visual progression. Aside from dice, I realize game wise, I need to have a better grasp of the skills. Sometimes I feel like some things are... Missing from them? I still can't quite place it though. Like there are some things my dnd brain wishes there were rolls for, but I feel like if I keep refreshing my understanding of the skills that part of me would melt away. I don't think it's necessary to have a million skills, and its important in a cat game to feel like... A cat. An animal. So I think these skills are very important as is for now.

The Knack Problem

There are so so so many knacks. I'm not even sure if knacks are the route I'd like to go anymore. Or at the very least they need a lot of restructuring. I was suggested knacks that cost more chips should be higher level. Since at level 1, you dont have many chips to spare. I think thats wise. Alternatively I could give knacks the "At higher level" treatment, and state that certain actions you could take through the knack cost more/are more effective with the use of more chips. For now I don't know, I can also see the concept of knacks disappearing and becoming something else. I like the physicality of the chips though.

Misc Chips... BOOOOO

So these are dead to me. Way too confusing HAHA! I'm thinking so far everything starts off as a point buy. So you just get 5 chips, put them anywhere its up to you. but no holding onto empty chips, I feel like that just confuses people. My second test player group didnt get it at all and my first one is struggling with it as well. Third group I chose to ignore the idea aaaand that went way smoother lol.

Damage and Health

So I'm debating switching from a number based HP to concepts like Apocalypse or Monster of the Week, where you just have points of "Hurt" rather than a number that slowly dwindles. This would lead to a large restructure of many things I think, so I'm kinda nervous to tackle this right now, but considering my issues around ability scores and knacks, I think this is a necessary path to take. I'll start researching these games further and probably start making the changes once I feel satisfied with the remaining parts of V. 1 that need finishing. Which is Leveling, and the Leader Code.

Beginner and Child Friendliness

So a few times in here I mentioned some math. Adding the ability scores, dice pooling. These things were fun suggestions, but my test player groups also mentioned that the less math, the more player friendly. I know as a kid the idea of a game like D&D sounded fun, but making a character was a dreadfully boring behemoth. I know not all children are opposed to complex ideas and some adding and subtraction, but I do know that most people play role-playing games for the role-play. That's something I want to prioritize in my development. I will say I'm proud of how easy it seems for my test groups to make characters, and learn how to play. I'm glad my writing and guidance is competent.

#games #warrior cats adventure game

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cosmic--static · 1 year

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about me!

Tagged by @honeyteacakes

Nickname: cosmo <3

Sign: virgo im pretty sure!

Height: somewhere between 5'3" and 5'6" i think? its been a while since I've measured my exact height lmao

Last thing I googled: columbo screenshots. i do not remember the context for my needing columbo screenshots

Song stuck in my head: Love Me Blind by Thick As Thieves (it was the last thing I listened to so it's still floating around in my brain)

Amount of sleep: its been 6-8 hours the past few weeks, which is better than my usual (either too much or too little sleep lmao)

Dream Job: it has flopped around a lot but one thing I still dream about doing is astronomy (large field ik, but its all sooo interesting and I would love to just be able to study space my whole life)

Currently wearing: a black turtleneck, a fun pair of lavender colored pants, and socks with cats in boxes on them!

Movies/books that describe me: I'm not sure about movies or books that really describe me so some of my fav movies are Nope(2022), The Sixth Sense(1999), and MirrorMask(2005). Some fav books are The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin, The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, The Girls I've Been by Tess Sharpe, and The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien.

Favorite song: I have like 300 some songs liked on spotify so I don't think I can pick just one song to crown my favorite so here's another list haha: Melatonin by Birds of Bellwoods, Crystalised by The xx, Destruction by Joywave, Angst by Betterov, Dark Entries by Bauhaus, Where Is Your Rider by The Oh Hellos, and Blossoms by The Amazing Devil.

Aesthetic: it's a little bit all over the place! sometimes it feels kinda dark academia because I love corduroy, earthy colors, and straight-legged pants. Other times I wear bright colors and patterns. the things I (and my outfits) have been compared to: "middle-aged dad", "history professor", and "tired older sibling in an 80s movie"

Favorite authors: Douglas Adams, Lemony Snicket, and Neil Gaiman probably!

Random fun fact: I am really bad at giving fun facts about myself but! I like bugs :] and I have 10 tabs open rn

#i actually had to look at spotify for like 10 minutes to think of my favorite songs #they change often so #i dont think im going to tag anyone becuase i have! anxiety #thumbs up #so if you see this and you want to do it! do it! and just say that i tagged you lmao #this is me tagging YOU #if you want #about me :]

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saltymongoose · 2 years

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Heyo! It's Lily anon, sorry I hadn't popped back up till now, by the time I saw you answered my asks I was sick and was out of it for a while so I wasn't able to send in another ask until now XD And I do actually have little bits and pieces for my SAMP au written! just not a lot and mainly parts of scenes that have come to mind so far XD I'll see about trying to put them on a blog to link at some point, brains just easily distracted XD Also it's alright! My asks get eaten alot so its alright ^W^

"(Lily anon again XD) Also, I see someones mentioned OFF OWO I fricken love that game! And I also have a kinda old semi SA and player au story for it floating around on AO3 I need to finish at some point, I have way too many notes on the custom plot points I had planned for it and even considered having the story continue into the fangame Find Me which is now known as Sincere Deceit cause I enjoyed OFF so much and was enjoying Find Me at the time XD" - 2/2

Hey, it's good to see you again! 👋 Glad you're feeling better Lily Anon. :D Once you're ready with that blog link, feel free to send it to me, I love seeing what you guys come up with for the au. (Though I don't mean to rush you or anything of course!) Same with your OFF fic lol, that fandom really needs more content so I'm happy to give it a read and a promo or smth like that haha. <3

(And yes, I fear we've been infected with the OFF bug here, but it's a great game so I can't say I mind it too much. Also, there are fangames? How didn't I find out about this sooner?)

#ask #chat tag #i ❤️ anons #lily anon

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waywardstation · 1 year

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There are actually very few Pokemon that I actively dislike. (In fact some of the few that I actually do dislike are some of the most popular. >.< ) But of the Pokemon that I quite like but people in general don't seem to... Off the top of my head, the first thing to come to mind is Stunfisk. It's ugly and has not very great stats and I love it! :D It's one of those Pokemon that's just so dumb I can't help but to adore it! I even gave Emmet a Stunfisk in A Pale Reflection because I feel like it's the kind of Pokemon that would be right up his alley! Unpopular and terrible stats, but he'll make it work! (Also Stunfisk genuinely has some potential for Double Battles. For some reason it can learn like... All the moves that effect everyone on the field like Earthquake Discharge etc.)

A lot of people in my past experiences have pointed to gen v to say that Pokemon has run out of ideas and makes bad, uninspired Pokemon. Those people are wrong but eh. What can you do, right? But I like gen v and its Pokemon! I think they're mostly great all around! Because of Emmet and Ingo, I do feel like I need to fight for the Klinklang line! Because at least in the context of Emmet and Ingo, they are incredibly fantastic Pokemon that say so much about their characters and I love them! (I also think that I'm the only one to headcanon that those were their starters and not Litwick and Tynamo because Klink just suit the two of them SO well!) Genesect is my favorite legendary, and I think that people overall are just very meh on it. Garbodor is just a good friend! And people who shit on Garbodor are fools I tell you! FOOLS!

Outside of gen v though... People seem very divided on Klefki. People either HATE Klefki or LOVE Kefki. I'm in the camp that loves it personally! I don't know how people feel about Pyukumuku, but I just wanna squish them very badly. I for one LOVED tossing the Pyukumuku back out to sea in gen vi I want to smoosh the friend. I don't think that people have an opinion on Minior generally speaking but I like it because SPACE! SPAAAAAACE!!! SPACE!!!!!!!! Tropius is a friend I quite enjoy that I don't think people hardly ever talk about. Swalot... I have no idea why but Swalot just makes my brain tingle in joy. Maybe it's the mustache. It's probably the mustache. Swalot may just be very gender to me. I too just want to be a giant purple blob with a mustache. Dunsparce may not be a very good Pokemon. But I enjoy it. It's a friend! And I can't exactly put my finger on why my brain is always so pleased to see Chinchou and Lanturn... Probably just because I like bioluminescence...

But overall... Bug Pokemon. Bug Pokemon are terrible, but I love them. I love them oh so very much! If gen v gave us anything, it gave us fantastic Bug-Types! Every single Bug-Type in gen v SLAPS! (Except Durant. Sorry Durant.) I LOVE Bug-Types! Third favorite type! (Ground is #1, second is Ghost (but everyone loves Ghost. I don't think that there is a single Ghost-type that people don't generally love!) and third is Bug!) I also quite like Normal-Types because I like weird little gimmick Pokemon ideas. Normal is definitely an underrated type with a lot of fun little possibilities. I would definitely like to do a monotype run using just Bug or Normal types some time. >.<

So yes. Pokemon! I like! :D

There are a few popular Pokémon that I’m also not particularly fond of either haha

But! There are several Pokémon you’ve named that I absolutely love!! Klinklang was an immediate favorite of mine when Gen 5 came out; we have so few Pokémon that look like actual machines, and I am always wanting more!!

Tropius is another great Pokémon, so underrated; I keep hoping for a second evolution stage, or even pre-evolution stage for it. I have a sitting cuties of Tropius and I love them.

Chinchou is another favorite of mine because it used to be a favorite of one of my childhood friends (and we’re still friends!), so favorite by proxy haha

But yes!! Love love love all of Gen v’s bug types!!! So many good ones; scolipede’s line is one of my favorites.

Great list of Pokémon favorites here, OP!! Thanks for sharing!

#also I am now curious as to why you don’t like Durant haha

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gremlintiny · 4 months

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A simple(n't) birthday

~ Everything here is just a work fiction. Every person, place, institution, event and etc. is not a representation of any of the real ones. Written purely for entertainment. ~

Genre: fluff, with bugging ateez members

Warnings: none

Word count: ~2200

A late birthday fanfiction for our Captain, as Christmas draws closer. It will be filled with a little bit of... madness, I might say. Have fun~

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Another day started in the life of ATEEZ, with gloomy and rainy weather - again. It seemed like they haven’t felt the soothing touch of warm sunlight for ages. Which was unfortunately true. The whole world was strict with its nature, not allowing anybody to feel happiness from a sparkle of a random water droplet in the morning or re-noticing the many colours that are there in their daily lives, although it’s difficult to be always aware of them.

The base was full of joy, though. They decorated the rooms one by one with unique, very unique designs as most of the ornaments were made by them. Did the more talented ones do the majority of it? Definitely not. But everybody tried while having fun and brain damage as well to finish the program in time.

The reason behind this squirmy anthill was their captain’s birthday. ‘After all, it only comes once a year, haha!’ said Wooyoung a few days ago, only to receive seven pairs of eyes’ judging gaze in return. It was true, naturally, but the loud male always repeated this same joke every time a special day came.

When he tried to get a different kind of reaction, he ended up getting shushed by Seonghwa and a very menacing looking pile of clothes in his hands. Truth to be told, most members were frightened as well, even if the threat wasn’t directed to them. At least everybody was quick with their parts of this important job. First and foremost, all of these freed souls wanted to scintillate with their performance and gifts because they adored the man who had to accept the suffocating weight on his shoulder. And he also wanted to fulfil this duty, Hongjoong felt like it was his mission and the reason why he had to be born into this world. The others were determined to help him reach his goal, which became theirs immediately or slowly as time passed.

“Whoever made Christmas trees in November” started off Seonghwa deadly but silently, since he didn’t want to wake up the leader either “I will shove a real one into your ass on the 25th of December.”

Two heads already went pale as a laboratory coat. It only meant that the lioness found his targets a little bit too easily, maybe. Was it their recklessness by being high on this hype train, or was it just a lovely yet dumb joke? Or more likely, an attempt for it?

“Hyung, we just wanted to add some more colours to this event, and Yeosang discovered an old magazine with Christmas specials so we thought it would be fun.” Explained San with pouting lips. He used his trump card he likes so much.

Wooyoung nodded along right away, almost falling off the small ladder he was standing on to put up a bunch of luftballons. “Yeah, exactly! There was even a title which said ‘You can not start preparing for the holidays too early! Come and buy our brand’s top products to really add some spice to that smile! Thunder Whiskey - To become Thor for a moment.’ and we were completely stunned by it!” He probably recited every word perfectly with his dialect filled voice. It was strangely always understandable, despite the fact he was literally disgracing almost each of the phrases with the pronunciation.

The sudden flood of information worked out in their favour as the oldest just threw two snowball imitations at them before going back to setting up the table. The hand-made cake was already on the counter, simple candles ready to be lit and the rare liquor on set. Him, Yunho and Wooyoung worked hard on the dessert. Jongho wanted to take part as well, but he was assigned with the obtainment of the alcohol and the others were simply not allowed to go near for the cake’s safety. Only Mika, when it was time to make the cream and to decorate it because he always had something interesting in his mind. Although not all ideas were… well, acceptable.

After bugging and arguing for around an hour, a well known alarm was heard. Hongjoong’s clock was shrieking to wake the captain earlier than any of the others expected. The last pieces were hurriedly tossed into near their right places as they panicked and got ready in no time to be in formation, as Mingi worded it.

As planned, Mika knocked on Hongjoong’s door, asking him if he could come out. Yet, nobody anticipated that the male would tell the younger one to come into his chamber. The victim looked baffled as he answered in a seemingly careless way ‘yeah sure, what is up?’ while opening the door. The remaining ones were left outside, blinking and with question marks over their heads. Worst thing, they couldn’t eavesdrop on them because of the thick door.

Hongjoong was sitting in his bed, his hair still tangled and curly which clearly showed the other man how long the leader had been up. Mika fought the urge to ruffle his hair as he stopped in front of the black haired male, with a questioning expression on his face.

“I would like to ask a favour from you.” He started off, after munching away the last pieces of his probably fading away or already forgotten dream. Mika only lifted his left eyebrow to this short yet kind of weird sentence. What is he planning?

“Look,” Hongjoong continued. “I think I will be assassinated with pranks and surprises over and over again until fucking midnight and you are the most… well, not normal but… the least dramatic out there? This is why I want you to be my bodyguard for this day - please?”

Mika’s brain was almost sure that the person on the bed said ‘pretty please’ based on the look on his face. Those sweet, demanding puppy eyes. But he had to reject this random free gift opportunity since he had messed up the bunker with the members that morning, although Hongjoong didn’t know about it - yet.

“You should flatter me properly if you want me to accept this job” Mika told him. “At least, next time, for sure, because I have already failed your request, sir. Now, if you would brush your shaggy curls to stop Meduse from reviving and come out with me.” Despite the kind tone and the title ‘sir’, even a dull mind could have told that the blue-eyed man used much sarcasm in his voice. So much that even he wasn’t aware of it.

Poor captain took some last peaceful breaths, sighed at Mika with a dying expression and his little bit pouty lips and stepped outside the door. Where a whole whirl of confetti awaited him, thrown by the flabbergasted people out of pure panic and instinct. And a gesturing, scarily staring pair of light eyes behind the jumpscared man.

Hongjoong didn’t even have the time to spit every piece of paper out of his mouth as the others were already pulling him to the kitchen with ear-killing chirping. It looked like a kidnap from the outside, Mika was pretty sure about it. Or like a show-down of a lynch.

The building was thriving with all these reckless noises and voices the whole day. The celebrated one was right, this madness lasted until the next, 24 hours long time period began ticking. There was even a countdown where Hongjoong was under a pile of men - because of a challenge seen in an old funny article - even including the ‘least dramatic’ one and Hongjoong was only freed when the clock hit 00:00.

“See, I told you it was a good idea to make two cakes! One, for us to push his head into it and one to actually eat it. Haha, and he believed that we would spare his life this time, ah, his face was priceless. Ah.” Wooyoung was holding his stomach with an amused, slightly painful countenance on the couch, more like crawling than sitting properly in one place.

“You were right this time, and I will truly never ever forget the expression he made. Even a cat couldn’t do better.” Seonghwa agreed with him while slowly sliding down from the sofa.

“I’m glad we could take some pictures in the middle of this insanity… They turned out quite well, actually. We will print them out later with Jongho. “ Yeosang quietly murmured this to us with his sleepy, low voice.

“Make sure to send all of them to me as well, I will make a compilation soon out of the best ones~” Yunho said lazily, but the end of the speech turned into a laughter when he noticed a stupored shorter male looking at him from a lower head position. It was meant to be frightening but after he had to suffer through us hugging him, yeeting his face into a cake, us dragging him as a voodoo doll, eight people literally toying with him and etcetera, nobody could take it seriously.

San giggled silently next to the dying Wooyoung on the couch with closed eyes. He looked so drunk even though the amount of alcohol was limited and Hongjoong got most of it to be able to handle us that day. The fine man was just probably out of the zoomie time and had to change into energy saving mode.

“Don’t forget to copy every picture several times or some people might destroy the evidence.” This wise advice came from the steadily sitting Jongho who looked the most content out of them. But his longer blinks and sort of baggy eyes said it all, he went crazier than usual as well.

“Ohoh, we can’t let that happen, now can we?” A smile came from the dazzling oldest one although it was rather creepy. He had a mysterious power that awakened primary instincts in people’s hearts when he wanted them to.

“Ya, Yunho-ya, can you make it into a video? I will write a rap for it-” Mingi had come up with the idea in that instant, then began performing a free-style in the middle of the room. Mika wondered with half-closed eyelids how did he still have so much energy left. A second later, he realised that the tall male will K.O. himself in less than 10 minutes, no matter where he was. It's fine.

“Tidying. Now. Sleep.” Ordered the tortured leader with a raspy voice, from the ground. He stayed there, face lying on the carpet, limbs as powerful as a blue bird in a cage after getting drugged. Mika scoffed, then maybe purposefully failed to hide his laugh with an obviously not real cough while looking at the cat on the floor.

“Bodyguard.” This word was meant to sound as powerful as the previous one, but the small difference in Hongjoong’s voice and the uncovered hope in his irises gave him away. The laughing bursted out of the ‘bodyguard’, he went to scrape him together anyway.

Captain Joong was only walking next to Mika until they reached the dark corridor, where he got stuck in one place. The guardian was confused at first, but as the few centimetres shorter person faked a pretty dramatic concussion, his violent giggles returned and he picked up the silently demanding one onto his back.

Not like it was unusual but the leader’s pride already suffered much from this whole ordeal so he didn’t want to reveal how exhausted he was in front of the crew. Mika delightedly put Hongjoong down onto his nicely made blankets that will be ruined by his dirty clothes in a minute. But who would want to queue for a shower after a rough, eventful day?

“Ah, if only birthdays could last for two days so the others would clean up, wash my clothes, let me take a long, long bath and give me headache-less hours…” His eyelids were intact by then.

“...and a massage, a goodnight kiss on your forehead and-” Even though Hongjoong looked like the sleeping beauty, he tickled Mika’s side to shut him up. Poor man was overly ticklish.

“Ahahah, okay, okay, but if you ask us to do it for you, we might as well just make it happen since we respect you.” The lying one glanced at the sitting man through a thin crack tiredly. “I mean, in general. Sometimes we just have to disrespect you to show our utmost respect.”

Loud laughter was heard in the main room because Hongjoong took his sweet revenge with tickling. The sudden noise startled the ones working there, to at least not leave a literal garbage dump after them, but they exchanged some smug smiles while finishing the job, already thinking about jokes the next day. In the meantime, the remaining two people collapsed in the leader’s room to sleep. A shorter one in the bed and a slightly taller figure on a mattress that was accidentally left there by a certain person in the morning as he heard his members ganging up in front of his door.

- H

#ateez #ateez fanfic #hongjoong #seonghwa #yeosang #jongho #san #mingi #wooyoung #yunho #mikaela and his bizarre adventures with ateez #mika usually fights to be able to fall asleep #but there at that time he just went puff #ateez theory #they actually let hongjoong live tomorrow #z

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im doing well! much better than past coupla years \o/ and omg pls, PLS come talk honkai story and lore with me, it is one of my favorite goddamned stories of all time. kallen is my fave too 😭😭😭 where are you in the story? im trying to gauge when to send you a playthrough of an event that featured sakukallen at its centre

>:O!!!!! IM SO GLAD TO HEAR OMG!!!! IM PROUD OF YOU!!!!! AAAAA

YES then i shall come bug you when thoughts happen o7 rn ive got bees for brains so nothing coherent's coming out of me about honkai story/lore

SAKUKALLEN EVENT 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 okay so it's. weird because I feel like I'm pretty far but I'm actually not far at all.

The thing is I got super intimidated because of how long and how much there is to see in Honkai, so I decided to find some story guide to help me out 😭so I've been following this one here off the wiki!

Based on this list, I actually finished the Second Eruption manga yesterday! i really liked that manga but also am Scared how fast i ate that manga that was supposed to last me a month or something but no... But admittedly, I had to skip Fu Hua's chronicle since I had to play Kallen Fantasy VII and I was level locked for a while @ _ @ so I would say that I'm onto Chapter 7 !!! but I'm backed up to Fu Hua's atm (which I'm super excited for,, Fu Hua is another fave of mine esp after Second Eruption haha)

so... long story short, I'm sorta all over the place? 😅 I feel like I know a lot but also. I'm still at the beginning of the story. At the very least, in the game, I left off where Kiana was in the stigmata trying to search for Theresa and she runs into her mom only to be told that this was all fake and uH Sirin is about to be a thing. so ya :'D

#answered #i'm sure its not far enough adsljkfadshlkh #but i do love thinking alksjdfh #it's just funnier bc i have speculations but i dont want to say anything since unlike genshin or hsr i dont have to wait for the answer wit #updates i just have to continue playing and reading alskjdah so you know #lookin a liiiittle like a fool but HEY i think thats also fun #fresh meats fun right?#OH GOD I JUST REALIZED HOW LONG THIS ANSWER IS HI LMAO #can you tell im starved to talk about honkai. this is only like a fraction too.#goldshitter #anyways for real!! im really happy to hear that its been a lot better for you #i think the last time we had talked i heard you werent doing super well so it really warms my heart to hear that youre doing a lot better!!#and i hope that it continues to get better for you friend!!! 💞💞💞

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hatsunerandal · 1 year

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part eight of my playlist analysis!!

part 1 <;- part 2 <- part 3 <- part 4 <- part 5 <- part 6 <- part 7 <- SOUPPP

be nice to me - the front bottoms 'i try to write you poems, but the words they dont make sense' TELL ME LOCKWOOD DIDNT TRY TO WRITE LUCY POETRY BC HE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE ROMANTIC THEN THREW IT OUT BC HE THOUGH IT WAS BAD. TRY TO TELL ME. TRY I DARE YOU. (it was actually really really good hes just incredibly hard on himself.)

absolutely smitten - dodie hehehehehe fluffy fluff softest fluff toothrotting fluff ow ow ow

my body's made of crushed little stars - mitski you cannot tell me this isnt on lucys breakdown playlist.

i hear a symphony - cody fry lockwood sings it to lucy methinks.

i was an island - john-allison weiss GRRRRRRRRG IK YOU THINK IM GONNA SAY ITS LOCKWOOD BUT ABSOLUTELY YOU ARE RIGHT HAHAHAH. 'but i lowered my sword when you held me and swore youd stay, stay, stay' LOCKWOOD. kill the director - the wombats this playlist is so lockwood-centric can you tell. hes never really felt anything like what hes felt for lucy before and hes just ??????>@!? and confused and is probably ranting to george about it or something and george is just laughing eating crackers or smth like "haha stupid loverboy." ykwim? - yot club lucy, laying awake in her attic room, wondering how the hell she got here and why shes staying. shes ruined the dynamic they had, hasnt she? shes the only girl in the house she does everything differently. she should leave. (she should Not). arsonists lullaby - hozier surprisingly, this is a lucy song!! its what she felt like having such a strong talent in such a small town and feeling like itd get to her one day. a burning hill - mitski another lucy breakdown song. she likes mitski. its kinda funny tho cuz yk. lockwood and his white button-downs. wet cigarettes - strawberry milk cult lockwood and lucy are avoiding eachother yet again, because theyre. them. but they keep passing eachother in the kitchen and other places in the house, stealing glances and all that. this song just has that vibe. sober haha jk unless - hospital bracelet l. lockwood song :(. affection - scruffpuppie feels like a lucy song and i cant explain why it just does. april to death - flower face god i literally cannot explain it for them specifically but this song goes in every character playlist i make. im so emotionally attached to it. breezeblocks - alt-j ok ik this is. a little bit of a weird one. but i dont care!! i love it!!! i live for slightly insane lockwood and you will too /threat (/j) bug bear - chloe moriondo despite lucy being so powerful talent wise, she never did great in school. stolen dance - milky chance DO I EVEN HAVE TO EXPLAAAAAAAAAIN its so soft dancing at night vibes dude. i love it sm. theyre just swaying together in the kitchen. alternatively, case montage of them by eachothers side pick your poison. black sheep - the evil exes (there are a million versions of this song gimme a break) just. mmm luce vibes dont ask why i will not be able to answer. can you feel my heart - bring me the horizon yall remember that one edit from 2020 where average looking anime boy #44658 jumped out a building? lockwood wants that. (its ok me too lockwood) (no but fr this is another weird emotional attachment song but it could probably work for some sort of lockwood breakdown. wait actually it could cuz 'im scared to get close/i hate being alone' ok i understand now thank you brain.) daddy issues - the neighborhood I believe ive briefly discussed my lockwood with daddy issues hc. do i rememebr his canon relationship with his dad? no!! am i projecting?? yes!! i cant handle change - roar self explanatory. hes not good at change, shes not good at change, they both suck at it but theyre working through it together. ill sleep when im dead - set it off lockwood insomniac agenda (its not even an agenda its canon atp) achilles come down - gang of youths you guys dont want me to go in depth with this one. strawberry mentos - leanna firestone hehehdfbjngbfdg fluffy fluffy fluff fluffle so fluffy so sweet so cute so owie i love them. fool - cavetown eepy reading vibes in the library mixed with a teeeeny tiny bit of crying on lucys part. why shes crying is up for interpretation. beorge gush - strawberry milk cult this ones for the l&co ot3 mfs. its all of them. odnt ask why it just is. them vibes christ we're so close to being done PART 9 HERE WE GOO

#lockwood and co #locklyle #george karim #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood

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