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stinkyme · 7 months

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Hello! This a Sigma fic I mentioned some time before under the ask with the poll, I hope you will like it and enjoy it! :)

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, established relationship, porn without much plot, playing poker (regular kind), gambling on sexual things (stripping, masturbating, nipple play, mutual masturbation), switch dynamic, reader teases Sigma beneath the table (cock rubbing w their foot), very frustrated Sigma, wrist pinning, rough sex, creampie, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Poker play || Sigma x Reader

"You lose again!" you laugh as you lay out your cards, a straight flush.

"Seriously?!" Sigma gasps, laying out his cards, three of a kind.

This was your fifth win at this point.

"I can't believe you actually lead a casino. Your luck is awful!" you smile proudly as you shuffle the cards.

"You know what they say - who has luck in gambling isn't lucky in love and the other way around." he smiles softly at you, regardless of annoyance he was experiencing.

"Mm...I seem to have luck in both departments. You...however, seem to be lucky in only one." you give him a teasing smile and he pouts a little.

"Hm...Maybe you just need more motivation. How about this then? If you win I will take my clothes off." your tone drops lower and Sigma's face turns into excitement and surprise.

"So...we should play strip poker?" he tilts his head, thinking about the idea.

"Kind of like that, yes. Are you up for it?" you smile and after a moment or so, he nods.

"Lovely!" you say happily as you begin dealing the cards. Your hand was amazing, almost a royal flush. You decide to change only one card while Sigma asks for two. You deal the new cards and wait for him to react.

He doesn't seem happy about his cards, he really had an awful poker face. It was always so obvious with him.

"Ready?" you smile as you glimpse at your easily achieved royal flush, the strongest hand in this kind of poker.

"I suppose." he sighs out and the two of you lay out the cards. Naturally, you win given the fact he only had two of a kind. You clap your hands happily as you look at his irritated expression.

"Lose the coat." you smile at him, pointing at his frame. He scoffs, but can't deny the rules, so he obeys. He puts his coat on the chair next to him and takes the cards, being a dealer in this round.

You play another round and Sigma loses again. Besides losing a round and his shirt, he also loses his patience.

Over and over again. Until he has nothing on but his boxers. You are still fully clothed, and filled with enjoyment and ego.

You deal another set of cards, again fully satisfied. You can see the irritation on Sigma's face and you decide to tease him a bit further. You take off your shoe underneath the table and place your foot on Sigma's cock, softly rubbing it. He gives you a wide-eyed look, his cock twitching beneath your foot.

"So? Any good cards?" you smile innocently, eyeing your cards that were a full house.

"Kind of.." he says a bit softly as he shows you his cards, he had a straight. Your smile grows as you lay out yours, winning again. Sigma clicks his tongue, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. Your movement on his cock becomes a bit harsher, more stimulating. You can feel him hardening beneath your foot, letting out a small gasp.

"Well, now you will let me do this for a whole round." you say in a lower tone as you take the cards, shuffling them. You thought it would be funny to take your time with it. Slowly shuffling, but also letting some of them fly out on the table.

"Oh, I have to start again." you almost chuckle as you redo your shuffle. Your movement on his cock is still rougher and you can tell Sigma is holding back his sounds, his body tense. However, his gaze was revealing neediness mixed with slight frustration.

You deal the cards after a little bit of teasing with how long it would take you to do it, your foot still rubbing Sigma's needy cock. He lets softer gasps in and out from time to time as it gets harder to hold it in.

He wants to exchange three cards and you rest your head in your palm, tapping your cheek as you think. In reality, you didn't want to change any cards, just prolonging this for as long as possible.

"One…? No, two. Hm..perhaps..three? Or none? Oh, I am not sure." you sigh as you watch four of a kind in your hand. Sigma lets out a little cough that turns into a mellow whimper as your pace on his cock becomes quicker. His body tenses up as he grips the cards a bit harshly, his thighs shaking a bit.

"Hm..I won't change any!" you finally say, happily smiling at Sigma's...not so happy, but needy expression.

You delay showing your cards, still rubbing his cock, squeezeing out a soft gasp out of his throat. Sigma seems impatient, but remains collected.

You finally lay out your cards with pride and win. Again. He was close though, he had three of a kind.

"Almost!" you clap your hands as you move your foot away from his cock. He lets out a faint whimper as he lacks friction that he was silently enjoying.

"You can't be serious." he says in a serious, but defeated tone.

"I am serious! Now, I want you to play with yourself for me." you give him a sly smile and his lips part, a faint blush covering his cheeks.

"Come on pretty boy, what are you waiting for? I will be a dealer again to make it easier for you." you smile, this was much more fun than you anticipated.

Sigma hesitantly pulls his boxers down, a bit embarrassed of his current state. You can see his arm moving up and down, slowly. You shuffle and deal the cards.

"You can go faster, you know?" you tease him as you check your cards. He gives you an annoyed expression and speeds up, a faint whimper slipping past his lips.

Your cards weren't good this time, so you decide to change three. Surprisingly, Sigma doesn't change any. That makes you slightly nervous, but you imagine he was bluffing.

He basically throws his cards on the table, his body twitching as more soft moans escape his throat, eyes closing from sensations. You see he has a straight flush and let out a dissatisfied breath out as you show your three of a kind.

"Finally." he says a bit breathless as he lets go of his cock, his gaze fueling with hope and slight excitement.

"Yeah, yeah, you won once. What do you want?" you roll your eyes as you cross your arms, leaning on the chair.

"It's time for you to strip, don't you think?" he says with a faint smile and you scoff as you begin taking your shirt off.

"Nuh-uh, pretty, take your pants off instead." he says in a calm tone and you give him a raise of an eyebrow. You get up from the chair and take your pants off, putting them on the chair next to the one you were sitting on. You sit back on your chair and Sigma smiles a little as he shuffles the cards.

He deals the cards and it seems your luck is back. You only need one card for royal flush. Sigma doesn't seem too happy about his cards and you bring your foot to his cock again, rubbing it gently. He lets out a soft gasp, his gaze quickly focusing on you.

"You seem tense, I figured you would enjoy it." you shrug your shoulders with a sly smile on your face as you feel his cock throbbing beneath your foot. He lets out a breathy whimper and lays out his cards, forgetting to switch any if needed.

You don't say anything as you switch one of yours and his eyes widen.

"Hold on. I forgot to take one!" he says a bit loudly, following with a whimper as his cock twitches. You feel a small wet spot growing bigger as you keep on rubbing him.

"Too bad. Seems like I won again." you smile at him as you lay out royal flush.

Sigma's frustration was painfully obvious on his face. You move your foot away and he gasps from lack of friction. He doesn't say anything, just takes the cards and begins shuffling them in a rather irritated manner.

He deals the cards and your luck seems low again. You didn't have a good hand and Sigma's expression is not revealing anything besides frustration. You change three cards and get two of a kind. Weakest hand. It's still better than nothing.

Sigma lays out his, this time getting royal flush. You click your tongue in annoyance as you shamefully show yours.

By his order, you lose the shirt. Next round comes and he makes you lose the bra as well. Now you were wearing nothing besides your underwear. It could be worse.

"Seems like your luck is over." he says with a certain pride, regardless of his lingering irritation.

"You are cheating!" you point your finger at him. You were not a fool, you knew he wasn't naive at all.

"Can you prove it?" he tilts his head a bit, unimpressed with your accusation. You sigh, shaking your head.

"Well then, instead of pointing that finger at me, use it for something else." he says in a regular tone, it seems his shyness was completely subsided by his urge to win.

"What do you mean?" you scrunch your eyebrows at him.

"What did you tell me to do a couple of rounds ago? It's your turn now. You will do it for two rounds regardless if you win or lose the next one." he gives you a sly gaze, unusual for him. You click your tongue as you put your hand inside your panties, sliding the two of your fingertips to your inner lips, making them wet. You slide them back and forth a couple of times as you spread your legs a bit before settling on your clit. You begin drawing small circles, your pussy clenching almost immediately.

Sigma deals the cards and you take a quick look, they are good. Perhaps he really wasn't cheating. You switch one while he switches two. You keep drawing circles on your clit, picking up a faster pace as your hips roll back and forth a bit, almost involuntarily.

You win this round with a straight flush and a smile appears on your face immediately.

"Play with one of your nipples for two rounds." you say shamelessly, catching him off guard. He never did it to himself before and he seems a bit hesitant.

"The way I do it." you say softly as a little moan escapes your lips afterwards. Sigma hesitantly licks the two of his fingers and starts gently sliding them over his nipple in small circles, almost matching the ones you were making on your clit. You feel a warm sting inside your lower tummy, leaking more precum as a soft moan escapes Sigma's lips.

"How will we deal?" he swallows as his hips make a couple of small thrusts due to sensitivity of his nipples and need for friction on his cock.

You keep on pleasuring yourself, slowly moving two of your fingers lower and sliding them inside your dripping cunt. You let out a soft moan as you make small pumps in and out, faintly brushing over your g-spot.

You take the cards with your other hand, making little piles that contain smaller number of cards and build them on top of each other in order to somewhat shuffle them.

You throw five cards to him and yourself, both of you barely looking at them as each of your panting and whimpers become louder, more frequent.

Both of you just show cards, too needy for pleasure to think and he wins again.

"Continue doing it for two more rounds." he lets out a bit shakily and you nod. You bring your fingers back to your clit, the new wetness of them sending shivers up your body.

Sigma repeats the shuffle you did before, his moans picking up as his body twitches each time his fingers make a full circle on his nipple.

He messily throws out the cards and neither of you switch again, but this time you win.

"Continue playing with your nipple, but add your cock to play as well." you say with a slightly trembling voice as your hips twitch. You had no shame anymore and neither did he, it seems. He seemed to be frustrated due to the state he was at. However, he nods as he wraps his hand around his cock, movement of his hand indicating he was making quick and needy strokes.

He lets out sharper whimpers, his body twitching as he rubs his sensitive nipple between his fingertips. Your pussy keeps on leaking more precum, a few louder moans escaping your throat as you try your best to shuffle.

Your movement on your clit becomes a bit messy as your body feels like it's going to melt from the heavy warmth that was lingering underneath your skin.

One more round and you will be in a much better position.

"If you win this one, I will let you have sex with me." you give him a weak smile and his eyebrows twitch as his panting becomes sharper and shakier.

You deal the cards, neither of you caring anymore. He has nothing and you have two of a kind. Weak, but a winning hand now.

You move your fingertips away from your clit quickly, slightly grinding on the chair as tingles spread inside your body.

"Well, it seems you will keep on playing with yourself like that until you win again." you give him a sly smile as he swallows, desperately twitching in his chair. You slowly shuffle the cards, making his sweet misery even longer.

Sigma's back arch as the sensations become unbearable, a filthy whine squeezing out of his throat.

You deal the cards, you have a good hand again. Sigma doesn't even look at his cards given he is unable to, but also too frustrated and drunk in pleasure. You check his cards and his hand is weaker than yours.

Again and again and again and again.

"This is hell." he throws his head back, thrusting into his own hand as he tries to contain his moans. His usually faint pink nipple turned red and hard, his body shaking.

"Is it now?" your voice is sweet and teasing as you deal the cards again. His eyes seem weak as he looks down, asking for two cards to switch even though he can't know how good or bad his hand is.

You take two random cards and switch them for him, while switching one of yours. You had three of a kind, but Sigma had four of a kind. You try to quickly move his cards before he sees, but he grabs your hand before you are able to.

"And I am the cheater?" he asks slightly breathless as he squeezes your hand with his, standing up. His movement makes you stand up as well and he swiftly comes to your side of the table, greedily pulling your panties down. He is rough, lifting you up on the edge of the table and spreading your legs.

His movement is shaky, regardless of how rough he was, as he aligns his desperate cock with your entrance, making one swift thrust inside of you. You let out a sharp moan and his lips fall on yours immediately, drowning out the rest of them.

You wrap your arms around him, your kiss quickly becoming passionate and messy. He lets out shaky whimpers inside the kiss as his hands fall on your hips, gripping them tightly. His thrusts are quick and heavy, they make your back arch a little bit as his cock keeps stimulating all of your sweet spots.

Your hands fall onto his back, fingernails digging into his flesh desperately. Your kiss becomes intense, but breathless and he pulls away to take a breath in.

You lean your head close to his chest, wrapping your lips around the nipple that didn't get any friction, sliding your tongue over it while sucking on it gently. Sigma lets out a trembling whine as his thrusts become harsher, your hands falling on his bicepses and squeezing them roughly.

You feel your body becoming weak and shaky, messily swirling your tongue over his nipple as your mouth sharply opens each time the tip of his cock kisses the deepest spot inside your cunt. Sigma's cock twitches inside of you, guttural moans escaping his throat as you keep on stimulating his sensitive nipple.

You bring one of your hands, gently rubbing his other nipple between your fingertips. Sigma curses under his breath as he moves one of his hands away from your hip, roughly grabbing on your hair and pulling you away. His other hand pushes you on the table by your chest, making you lay down.

He grabs both of your wrists, removing your hand away from his nipple and keeps them in place next to your hips. His thrusts become even harsher and faster, cock desperately twitching inside of you. You let out a chain of breathy, loud moans as he keeps pounding inside of you.

"Slo-, slower!" you somehow squeeze out of your throat, eyes rolling in the back of your head as the pleasure becomes overwhelming.

He slows down just for a few moments, making you gasp out.

"You deserve it like this. You wanted it, didn't you? It's your fault for not saying how when you placed a bet. So, I decide how this goes." his voice is a bit shaky, but obviously frustrated as his thrusts pick up a fast, relentless pace again.

Your pussy clenches around him, leaking more precum as the intense heat spreads beneath your skin. His grip on your wrists is tight and he leans in, angling his hips to make his thrusts deeper, but also to place soft kisses on your tummy. You let out shaky and rapid moans, your hips moving up and down very slightly as his cock keeps stimulating all of your sweet spots.

His kisses are opposite of his thrusts - shaky and soft. He sneaks in a few little bites as he moves up, his lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking on it delicately. The sensations send tingles under your skin, your moans filling up the room. Sigma lets go of your wrists, his hands caressing your waist and hips as he moves on your other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first one.

His thrusts are still heavy and deep, his skin slapping yours, producing sounds almost as loud as your whimpers and moans. Sigma lets go of your nipple and straightens himself above you, placing one of his hands on your lower tummy while his other hand presses your hip into the table.

"You wanted to tease me and these are your consequences." he says slightly breathless as he presses his hand into your lower tummy, making you feel his thrusts more. A sharp gasp escapes your throat as well as his, upon feeling how much you were clenching and leaking around him.

It felt so good, way too good, but you were in desperate need for an orgasm. You arch your back away from the table as cold air mixes with wet coat on your nipples, sending more teasing sensations through your body.

Sigma extends his thumb, quickly brushing it over your clit only once, earning a sweet moan from you. He does it again, earning another moan. Again and again and again.

"Please!" you almost cry out, your hips desperately twitching as much as they could. Sigma speeds up the pace of his fingers, building a heavy, hot knot inside your lower tummy. All sensations you were experiencing were orgasmic, but without one. It was unbearable.

Sigma lets out a few clear whimpers, his own release building up alongside yours. He caves in and begins drawing small circles on your clit, sending sweet jolts through your body. You drag your fingernails across the soft layer that was covering the table, your body feeling like it will give out from unbearable pleasure.

Sigma's cock keeps on rubbing and stimulating all the right spots without a break, twitching from time to time as his release inches closer. You close your eyes tightly, your head moving to the side as the first wave of an orgasm rushes through your lower tummy. Your legs shake, but feel sore and weak as another tame wave of orgasm spreads inside your body.

Sigma keeps up his movement, his cock pulsating inside your warm, drooling pussy as his own moans pick up, making him throw his head back. You gasp in as your climax bubbles up quickly, reaching its peak. Your body tenses for a few moments, making you remain silent before a knot inside your tummy turns, sending sweet pleasures through your entire body. As soon as it does, a sharp gasp escapes your throat, moans quickly picking up.

He keeps on thrusting and drawing circles on your clit, his own whimpers becoming louder and intense as his cock throbs inside of you. His head falls down as his upper body twitches, turning his steady thrusts into messy ones. Your orgasm slowly melts away and Sigma moves his thumb away from your clit, keeping his shaky hand close to your hip, but not touching it as his own release makes him tense up.

He lets out a loud, breathy mixture of whimpers and whines as a few thick loads of cum release out of his throbbing cock. You let out a softer moans as you feel him fuck his cum into you, his movement slower and sloppier than before as he rides out his own climax.

Your breathing is quick as he pulls out slowly, letting himself fall on a chair and calm down. You slowly get up and place yourself on his lap. He hugs your waist and hip, keeping you close as both of you remain silent for a little bit. You wrap your hands around his neck, caressing the skin you had access to. Sigma places a soft kiss on your cheek, jaw and then your neck. He lifts his head closer to yours, kissing your nose and then lips.

"I won, by the way." you whisper after your breathing has calmed down.

"Won..how? Didn't we-," he stops talking as he realizes you just wanted to make him frustrated. You give him a cheeky smile as you move your fingers through his silky hair. He gives you a little raise of an eyebrow before he smiles, placing another soft kiss on your lips.

"Do you want to play again?" he whispers against your lips, a little sly smile on his face.

The End :) <3

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cormorant-red · 3 months

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I played 999 recently at @xivu-arath's recommendation, and I had so much fun that (inspired by that one polygon video) I illustrated my liveblog about it!

If you haven't played 999 and you are even a little bit intrigued by a puzzle/mystery visual novel with multiple timelines that all guide you towards wild plot twists...probably don't read the text! 999 is the kind of story that is best experienced with no knowledge besides the basic premise.

Transcript below the cut:

Cormorant: characters in this game really just say shit like "have you heard the story about the crystallization of glycerin?"

as a matter of fact i haven't, june, please enlighten me

Storm: "I know we're stuck in a freezer but. let's talk about weird mythical science!"

Cormorant: it's also killing me that junpei is dressed like marty mcfly and isn't sharing any of his jackets

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Cormorant: this game is leading me to arrive at mathematical concepts on my own. what the heck

Storm: kshgushhsg

I take it you're having a good time then

Cormorant: trying to check lotus's work and it turns out that no matter what group i arrange to take through a door, the people left behind will always have the same digital root

so to get through door 7 with snake missing, i could either send a group with sum 16 (junpei, ace, clover, and june) or with sum 25 (clover, june, seven, and lotus), but it doesn't matter because the remainder always have root 9 and can't get through doors 3 or 8! wild!

Storm: yeah the numbers and which doors end up barred to you is so cleverly deliberate

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Cormorant: i'm glad i finally checked what novel mode meant, because this is way more fun

Santa cocked his head to one side, like an inquisitive bird, and looked at them.

After several long moments, during which it became apparent that Santa had no idea what the cards meant, June took pity on him.

i'll have to go back and redo the beginning after i get to the first ending

Storm: oh yeah! as I recall that was done differently when it was originally a dual screen game... but it's much better when in novel style. gimme all the descriptions

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Cormorant: I had a long day of sitting though presentations and so I entertained myself by calculating digital roots

I discovered that adding 9 or any multiple of 9 to a number has no effect on the digital root, which is awfully interesting bc I got to the part where snake gets killed. Assuming door 3 was opened with 12 and not 21, the options are 7+3 (motive?), 6+4 (they’d both have to be REALLY good actors), or 9+1. And if bracelets work without a body attached, and if ace picked it up in door 5…

That would be a really useful tool to get around the 3-person minimum without altering the digital root

I’m also very intrigued by the theory that zero is also in the game but I don’t know what to do with that yet

Storm: forlornly having to keep myself from saying literally anything

Cormorant: Understandable, please don’t give me any hints! I’m just calling shots for the joy of being wrong

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Cormorant: and how do you know that, my traitorous friend?

Santa: “The RED doesn’t need a person, you know.”

Santa: “All I need is the bracelet.”

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Cormorant: y’know what i think he’s bluffing. he does need June specifically and that’s why he refused to consider leaving her when they first found door 9. if all he needed was a hostage, he could have grabbed junpei and forced ace to come along, and then he would be dealing with two people under duress instead of three

i peeked at a guide and apparently i found the ending adjacent to the true ending(?) first, oh well. time to see the others!

santa: i said i don't want to leave seven alone

me: bud you can't do a heroic sacrifice too, it'll mess up all the math

reader, he was not doing a heroic sacrifice

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Storm: got any character opinions or theories to share so far?

Cormorant: hmm I’ve got soft spots for santa and lotus maybe just because they were in the first group I went with. I like that the game makes a point of showing that lotus is quick with the math/technical knowledge. I warmed up to clover and seven more than I expected to! I have no evidence to mistrust ace….but I don’t trust him

Snake died before I before I could say two words to him

Or…didn’t. Forgot clover said he didn’t

I got info about the previous experiments from clover and I wonder if we’re like…reenacting the past somehow? Experiencing morphogenetic resonance with the last voyage?

Again no evidence i just wonder where the pseudoscience is going

Storm: santa was so my type as soon as I started playing that I just picked all rooms with him on my first run skugrhsghu

Cormorant: AHAHA that makes me feel better about going “yeahhh door 4 I like the cut of this guy’s jib”

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Cormorant: “the bracelet comes off when your heart rate reaches zero” interesting then that we’ve brought up cryostasis

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Cormorant: i simply don't trust him not to have a spare bracelet in his pocket!!!

They climbed into the elevator and Junpei listened to it creak and rattle its way to the bottom deck. Only Junpei, Ace, and Lotus were left.

As the elevator rumbled out of sight, Ace spoke.

Ace: “Lotus, would you be so kind as to go with me?”

Cormorant: “bad end” YEAH I’LL SAY

Storm: lkksghr yeah there's a few of those!

Cormorant: santa was really quick to declare that he, june, and seven needed to go with clover. waht's his game

june and ace could have done it just as easily

Storm: they could have! good catch

maybe he just thinks seven is cooler than ace,

Cormorant: i'm imagining clover taking all her grisly trophies to the door only to find it already engaged, because lotus needed no persuading,

and regarding the true ending requirements, it's also funny that santa's like "i hate this bookmark! get it out of my sight!" and this is a huge help in junpei befriending the girl who's otherwise about to snap

Storm: load bearing bookmark

Cormorant: good thing you threw that tantrum bud or you would have been killed with an axe

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Cormorant: in my suspicions i forgot a critical detail, which is that he didn't actually go into the door with the body this time

of course seven has been propping doors open, so it really could have been anybody

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Cormorant: "where have these 16 boys and girls disappeared to?" eight for each game and then an experimenter? again with the idea that zero might be in the game...

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Cormorant: bad endings complete! on to the normal ending, which hopefully has less of junpei getting stabbed to death

puzzling over who could have done all those murders, especially in the sub ending...or did everyone get killed? clover thinks that snake's death was faked. or did snake do all the murders, since he was the only one unaccounted for?...and then i remember what kind of game i'm playing. can't discount the ice mummy as a suspect.

Storm: you truly cannot ignore the possibility of the ice mummy

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Cormorant: ah no, so santa's sister was the kid that died...

i can't figure out the connection between events! why did the last games have the veneer of a science experiment, while this one has no context given? why was it all kids last time, and a random mix of ages this time, with some repeat subjects?

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Cormorant: called it!!!!

Junpei: “Ace, Guy X, and the 9th Man’s bracelet.”

Junpei: “That was all you needed to open door [3].”

Cormorant: called it before i even got to an ending ehehe

what i’ve been saying!!

Ace: “(9) is a potent ally in the Nonary Game.”

Ace: “Adding (9) to any set of numbers won’t alter the digital root.”

Ace: “As you can see, (9) is a very useful number here.”

Ace: “With it, one can go anywhere, with anyone.”

Ace: “It is, I suppose you could say, a game changer.”

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Cormorant: okay, normal ending finished! junpei did not get stabbed but we also didn’t resolve much…I’m now thinking that ace with his pocket drugs could have easily played dead in the sub ending

glad to see that snake is okay and hopefully can stay okay in the true ending. where did clover get that riddle, and will she still have it?

0=6. how much do I read into this

still don’t understand how we get from here to santa hostage situation. he’s been so consistent about not even considering betraying or abandoning people, so either he’s a better actor than ace…or it’s staged. are he and june in cahoots

Storm: augh so close now!! soon I can actually say things

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Cormorant: O FUCK

Seven: “Santa’s always in the room with her. That’s what you’re saying, isn’t it?”

Snake: “Yes, that’s right.”

Clover: “What about it…?”

Snake: “That’s quite simple, really.”

Snake: “You told me that the first time you came to this room…”

Snake: “…Santa was the first to refuse to leave June behind.”

Snake: “Now, doesn’t that beg the question “why?” Why would Santa do such a thing?”

Snake: “The answer is easy.”

Storm: B)

Cormorant: i've been thinking of them as a pair because it makes the math easier! if you've got 3 + 6 + 8, just cross out the ones that make 9 and don't even bother with the addition, your root is 8

Storm: B) B) B)

Cormorant: but god!! they are a pair, do not separate (or the jig is up)

Storm: they hid it soooo well

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Cormorant: was wondering when we would see the last cradle guy and oh duh, he was guy X

i did think it was odd that santa phrased it as "i need to leave two of you behind" rather than "i need three of you to come with me," but if he was responsible for everything (most things?), he knew that snake was there, and he was setting up a group that could follow him. excited to see where this is going!

[dreamy sigh] this game is so elegant. what a little puzzle box

Storm: yeah it is, it's just so wonderfully crafted. so little is wasted!

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Cormorant: oh boy [akane vision label]

"through the morphic fieldset we were resonant, and we were as one" i don't think i've mentioned it before but i'm constantly pleasantly surprised by the narration in this game. it's not flashy but it's evocative in a way that's really working for me

Storm: this is where the port falls short a bit of the original version... the ds really worked well with this aspect

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Cormorant: the number of times i thought "this will be totally wrong but i'll say it to storm anyway"

hello??? [arrow pointing back to the message “I wonder if we’re like…reenacting the past somehow? Experiencing morphogenetic resonance with the last voyage?”]

Storm: Y E A H

Cormorant: laser-guided spitballing

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Cormorant: man i said that 4+6 would have to be really good actors if they were the ones that opened door 3...and while they didn't kill snake, i sure underestimated our queen of the stage akane kurashiki

the baseline was NOT where i thought it was

Storm: no one does it like her

#zero escape #999 #999 spoilers #'i'm calling shots for the joy of being wrong' <- girl who just correctly identified the murderer #i wanted to include more back-and-forth but i didn't have enough notes and illustrations to pad it. storm still got the last word in hehe #talk tag #THIS is what the waiting until the ink is dry post was about.#i went and got a new kneaded eraser because my old one was fossilized. are you all happy

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pmdthehumanconnection · 2 months

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Time for me to answer some questions, and gosh there were a lot! There were a ton I wanted to answer, so I'll pick a few to answer here. I may end up doing this for other characters in a future QnA, but right now there were just some questions I didn't want to leave unanswered despite only dedicating one page to this.

Author: Do you have voice casts for any of the characters? Answer: Fullmetal Alchemist was one of my big influences for this, so I imagine much of the English VA when thinking of the characters in this comic. Travis Willingham for Gallade, Gwendolyn Lau for Ribombee, Trina Nishimura for Dewott, and Brittney Karbowski for Lumen, for instance. It's not solely the FMA dub cast I think of, but it is the majority. Author: What do you use to draw all your amazing drawings? Answer: Thanks for the compliment!! I currently use a Huion Kamvas Pro 12, an older tablet model that I picked up at a bargain, and Clip Studio (I know both companies behind those products have gotten caught with image transformer AI which is disappointing; I was using these before all that). I also like to do traditional sketching and then scan those to use a basis for drawings. Sometimes its just easier to do it the latter way for me. Author: I love the unconventional choice of Tepig as the main protagonist, and of course the way you draw them. How come you chose Tepig over every other PMD starter? Answer: Ahhh again thank you for the compliments! Well, originally this comic started as an ask blog with a questionnaire to determine the protagonist and the partner, with Tepig and Riolu winning out (it was a barely known blog and the art was bad). When I decided to redo the story, I realized how much I liked the pairing; Riolu is a popular choice and could represent the expectations of a PMD story, while the less popular Tepig would be a great shakeup and point of difference. Plus, Tepig can be a very cute pokemon!

Author: This may sound like a strange question, but would you consider this work to be more of a love letter to pmd, a criticism, or both? I can see you’re playing around with some of the established tropes of the series and shaking it up a little, so I wonder what the motivation for that is! Answer: This is definitely a work of adoration for the Pokemon Mystery Dungeon games. Really, this is just the kind of story I want to see in the games one day (provided we actually get a new one...) because I honestly think there's a lot of twists, variations, and explorations that could be done with the story formula Spike Chunsoft has established with this spinoff franchise. You won't see this sort of story beat in this comic, but as an example, what if we had a game where it was revealed the pokemon you play as was always a pokemon, and they thought they were human because they had memories of one: their trainer, who instead either became their partner or the main antagonist? There's actually a lot you could do with the formula they established!

#pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #the human connection #pmd #fancomic #questions and answers #modluxray answers #shinx #luxio #luxray #longpost #energyluxray

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hypersomniagame · 4 months

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HYPERSOMNIA JANUARY DEV LOG : "LOG 1, WOOHOO!"

Hi! For all of you who follow HYPERSOMNIA, or are just stopping by, let me introduce you to this post to really set the tone.

For 2024, I am going to try to release a dev log about HYPERSOMNIA once a month, may come earlier, may come a little late, but I'm doing this to help give insight on to how the game is going, and to give me motivation to work on the game.

First things first, big news!

HYPERSOMNIA IS NOW AVAILABLE TO WISHLIST ON STEAM! (LINK)

After a while of back and forwarding with Valve, I've finally got a Steam page to call my own, and MAN is it bizarre seeing my weird little RPG in my Steam library. Like, that's my logo, and my key art, and screenshots of MY game, that's so weird. It doesn't feel real. BUT IT IS!

And, I would really really really really really appreciate it if you would consider wishlisting the game on Steam. It helps with the algorithm, and my happiness because I like seeing numbers go up, it feels good.

I even drew this as a announcement/commemoration for the page going live.

(P.S; if you couldn't tell, I really like Half-Life, it's one of my favorite game series.)

Secondly...

A new trailer is in the works! We were accepted for this year's MOTHER Direct (4th time baby, whoo!)

The trailer has been coming along well, I hope to show more battle oriented clips that I've missed the last few years, like special moves.

Can you believe I've never actually gotten to adding those in the game? I mean, they come set-up in default RPG Maker projects but I've never gotten around to revamping them until now, year 4 of engine work. Isn't that strange?

I also hope to improve on editing in the trailers. Whenever I finish a trailer I come back a few months later to notice minor points where I was kinda sloppy.

I'm not much of a video editor, (I only learned so I could edit trailers on my own) but I'd like to keep them at a good presentable quality. You gotta have standards with that kinda stuff, it's important!

OK, TIME FOR THE ACTUAL GAME STUFF. HERE WE GO.

Abilities are now implemented! And work! Wahoo!

In HYPERSOMNIA, players are able to switch abilities between party members. I find this a really interesting mechanic for how simple it seems, you get to choose who plays what role in your party. I think this is HUGE, and opens up a lot of unique scenarios for the game's encounters. I've had this planned for years, as far back as 2021 if I can recall, so it's super cool seeing it in game.

Mapping is being worked on!

I've also been working on mapping out more areas of the game! The forest part you hopefully saw in the last trailer is almost completely mapped. I've been working on the second part to it and am hoping to finish it sometime soon.

Mapping forests really suck. THOUGH, almost all the maps for the first chapter of the game are done! That's just another step closer to the demo. (Which, FYI, will be on Steam and Itch! ^^)

I've also been working on re-spriting older scenes!

This one's been really fun to do, I've been going back and redoing older stuff from the 2022 trailer, like this train! It's weird seeing it side by side, because you can definitely see where it's come from but at the same time, it looks so different.

(Also side note, these sprites are CRUSTY! EWWW!)

Lastly, Script and Music updates!

The script for HYPERSOMNIA's first act has been completed! with just 37 pages of just cutscene dialog alone! We're also currently working on wrapping up NPC dialog! Not much else to say.

And music is being worked on!

Music has been making some progress! I like to lay out demo's for areas I'm mapping out to help make both the music and scene come together. (Also, to help break up the eerie silence when playtesting...)

Speaking of music, FIREBALL, the games main battle theme, was recently delisted on our YouTube channel.

We did this because we decided we wanted to resample FIREBALL, and found that it's best to not have the song uploaded until a complete, final version is made. At least for the demo, it could possibly change before the final game but that's a bit too far in the future for me to think about fully.

Hey! Thanks for reading the whole dev log! Unless you just skipped to the end, you should probably go back up and read it. there's a steam page now. and some cool ross art at the top. you're missing out!

I hope this was like, readable to you all. I'm new to this whole dev log thing, so if you read it all the way through, let me know! It'd be cool!

I'd like to use this portion to pretty much just advertise Unique Indie RPG's.

Have you ever seen that strange purple square at the beginning of the 2nd and 3rd HYPERSOMNIA trailers?

Yeah, that! That's UNIQUE INDIE RPG's, which is a Discord community for you guessed it, Unique Indie RPG videogames developed by people like me! Or you! Or whoever! Who cares!

I help run it with some of my friends, and we all share cool stuff about our videogames! There's a ton of other SUPER cool RPG Maker games there like Astral Guard [LINK], or SOMEWHEN [LINK], or even MOMOinc [LINK]!

And of course, HYPERSOMNIA. It's a really laid back community, we're all super chill. Come swing by! We'd love to have ya, and SHOW US YOUR GAME!

[LINK TO DISCORD SERVER]

TWITTER

YOUTUBE

STEAM

UNIQUE INDIE RPG'S [SHOW US YOUR GAME!]

[PREV] [ABOUT HYPERSOMNIA] [NEXT]

#hypersomniagame #rpgmaker #indie dev #updates #dev log #rpg #indiedev #earthbound #unique indie rpgs

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sunny-speaks · 11 months

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Househusband Harper Headcanons

Hello, hello !! I am going to be redoing some blog design stuff when I WORK UP THE MOTIVATION-- so if the blog name changes, y’all know why!!

Anyway, I've been deep diving for Harper crumbs to accurately write him as one does. (gotta get everything lore accurate, would not be able to live with a too OOC in any of my fictional literature./hj)

AND I KNOW HE WOULD RATHER HAVE YOU BE THE AT-HOME PERSON AND WHATNOT while he works but hear me out… He would be such a good househusband, alright? AUHG- Everything's under the cut, lol.

also Harper is from @campwillowpeak !! I can remove the tag btw, if you don't wanna be tagged in further works ;-;

So maybe the two of you had been married for years. Doesn’t make Harper feel any less happy when you introduce him to people as your husband or when he sees the ring on your hand that he bought for you before you leave the house, it always leaves him with a tingly feeling.

After all, now you’re his. And doesn’t that sound just lovely?

Harper’s got that side job of his to keep the both of you financially stable, as long as you don’t ask too many questions about it.

He doesn’t understand why you need to go work, when the two of you could be comfortable at home from his profits.

Especially when he has more than enough to keep you happy with him!

But if that’s what his partner wants, who is he to deny you?

He’s always anxious to let you leave the house, you’re so magnificent, what if on your way home, some creep tries to hit on you?

He knows you wouldn’t cheat on him and that you can defend yourself, but… but wouldn’t it be safer to just be at home with you?

Or worse, what if one of your coworkers, god forbid your boss, tried to… coerce you into something!

He knows you always wear your wedding ring, and he made sure that it was shiny enough to show people how much he loved you. (Material objects could never dare to show anyone how much he loved you. He loves you sooo much and he knows you love him too !)

But there are a lot of ignorant people out there!

If you let him, Harper's be more than glad to mark you up, stake his claim so your peers know exactly who you’re married to.

“Cara miaaa,” Your husband looked up at you with wide, pleading, unfaltering eyes, “You said your coworkers were giving you trouble, right?” He’d practiced saying it without violently cursing out your coworkers. You wouldn’t like it if he was mean about them… Even if it was true.

“Unfortunately, yeah. They can’t take a hint, even with this.” You gestured to your wedding ring. “I don’t get how it’s so hard for them to understand I’m a faithful spouse…”

And with that, Harper set his plan into action. “Y’know… we could do something a bit more drastic, if you wish, dear?”

Your eyes glinted with a hint of mischief. “And what would that be, Harp?” You had a vague idea what he was hinting at, but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Mm, just showing them how much I looove you… and maybe biting you.” He muttered the last part to himself, a light flush making its way to his face. He had not prepared too much on how to convince you.

“You mind giving me a little preview?” You sat yourself down on the couch and beckoned him towards you with a finger.

“Not at all, cara mia.”

But there are some pros to being alone when you’re gone!

Harper being your dutiful househusband means he can and will do anything and everything for you !

(And indulge himself in certain activities while you’re gone)

He also has complete control over everything you sleep in, you eat, you wear.

So if you notice some odd stains on your clothes or weird tastes in your food, he doesn’t know what you’re talking about ! Do you not like the food he spent so much time preparing? Or the laundry he did to take a load off your back ?

It’s not his fault he gets so lonely when you’re gone ! It’s just because he misses you so much !

You should just quit your job, you know? It’s so dangerous ! That boss of yours was targeted by an arsonist ! (Because he had the nerve to try and touch you.) Gosh, what if you were next ?! (Harper would never do that to you though… <3)

You should just listen to your husband, he’s so worried for you ! Won’t you pleaaase hear him out?

#cwp harper #harper x reader #cwp harper x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #🧨headcanons

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snek-panini · 1 month

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I'm trying to get the last of my Binderary projects posted, so today we have books #8 and 9, Fault Lines by Marabelle123. This is a long canon compliant Good Omens fic (pre-second season) that I've had on my to-bind list since I started making books three years ago. It's unfinished and had its most recent update in early 2020, but based on how the existing story feels I'm fairly sure it was close to the end and feels complete enough to be satisfying. It's very in character and captures a lot of the specific feeling from the pre-miniseries fandom, that the relationship between the leads defies all definition. They're as close as it's possible to be and their relationship has teeth sometimes but their bond is as undefinable as it is unbreakable. Give it a read if that sounds like your thing; it's excellent.

The cover for this one is made of two colors of faux leather, cut at a diagonal with no overlap, with the title in silver foil htv. I've never done a cover like this before but I'm in love with the result. It feels very sleek and sexy and modern compared to the more vintage elements I usually favor. And I didn't have enough of either leather to do two full books, but I still wanted to use them and have the volumes match. I think it was an elegant solution.

More pics under the cut! I tried some new stuff with this one.

You may have noticed above that this is a Coptic bind, my favorite for unfinished fics because of the "out" option it leaves. If the author ever returns to it and posts more chapters it would be fairly easy to take out the stitching and add more signatures. I still stand by this motivation, but after a silence of four years and no response from the author when I reached out for permission to bind it I'm reasonably sure this is it for the story. That let me try out some stuff I'd be reluctant to do if I was planning to add pages. Have a look at the spines:

Sadly I couldn't make the page count work with a single volume, since you can't do much to mitigate spine swell in a Coptic bind, but the volume split let me do some long stitches in the center that look like wings. There are plot-relevant feathers in the fic, so it's fitting. I thought of sewing one of them in white for that sweet Good Omens balance feeling, but I didn't think it would pop against the white paper and would leave the set looking unbalanced so I stuck with black on both. To get the pattern right I cut out a wing shape the same width as the spine and traced it and poked holes for the outline, then flipped it for the second volume so they'd be mirrored. You can also see that I did something different at the head and tail, more visible here:

This is a Coptic endband. I found out these existed a couple of months ago and absolutely had to try them. They're woven into the signatures and cover with a separate thread, after the rest of the stitching is done, and they're supposed to add some stability to the wiggly spine that you always get with these books. Unlike other types of endband, they don't have a core. I had a lot of trouble with them and had to pull out the first one and redo it with a different thread (embroidery floss is better than crochet thread for this) but I have no regrets about the finished product. They do stabilize the spine some, though not as much as I'd have liked. I really like how they (and the longstitch section) dress up a Coptic spine. I've always thought the plain ones were a little lackluster for how much work they are, but I love all the texture and interest this one has. Would absolutely not do black on black again though. Very hard to keep track of which thread I was supposed to sew under against a black background. I'll be using a contrasting color next time.

Interior photos. The doublure on the inside of the cover is a striped lokta (I think; it's been a while since I bought it). The title page image is a free-to-use image that I found on I think Vecteezy. Unsurprisingly, given its title, a big theme in this one is underlying cracks and misalignments that the characters don't realize are there until there's a massive disturbance, and that's why I had the text on both the title page and the cover not line up. Things are slipping, things are cracking, and there's extra work to be done on both sides if you're going to stabilize or rebuild. Comparatively, the typeset is quite plain and simple, with only two fonts, no chapter header image, and no section break images unless the break falls on the last line of a page, in which case there's one gray line. I think it's well-suited to the story; there is a bit with an illuminated manuscript, but mostly the characters are busy introspecting in between managing crises. They don't have the time or the energy to dress things up prettily.

And that's it on Fault Lines! As I mentioned earlier, I reached out to the author on Ao3 for permission to bind but never received a response, so I really hope they don't mind that I made these. I love their fic, and I love the bind I made.

#bookbinding #fanbinding #snek makes books #good omens #fic rec #there were a lot of new things and a lot of challenges with this set #it was so worth the frustration though #one more binderary post after this #and then i can finally start my new projects #i'm so ready to make more books

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nichestartrekkie0-0 · 2 months

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Give Me That (Fic) PG/fluff :))

Hey! I can't remember who wanted Mentor/Mentee fanfic but here u go!

2k words, PG rating! Summary = Hemmer's family invites Uhura to dinner. Chaos ensues.

Words!

Se'waya= mentee/daughter (non.familial)

Se'hammun= extended family (unrelated)

(Set after Episode 4)

Give Me That.

After a long day, it took almost everything Hemmer had not to collapse on his bed. He still had some paperwork to complete.

The room itself was nice. It was modern, sleek, and completely void of any trace of home save for the small keepsakes he had managed to cram in his away bag.

His apartment at home was the opposite. Despite being in the Aenar capitol, it was filled with manuals and models of starships. It also had a decently stocked pantry of food and a small altar.

He wasn’t religious. Not really. It was more habit than devotion, but at least it kept him in line.

Being among people who were almost inherently violent was both incredibly tiring and almost isolating. Aenar were communal, and it was infuriating to him how he had to hide or redirect his motives among the crew.

He couldn’t leave the coffee pot on purposefully, he had to say it was an accident. Even though he liked watching everyone have hot coffee, he couldn’t own up to that fact.

He couldn’t directly say that he ordered extra food for his ensigns, he had to say he screwed up and input the wrong number. Apparently, admitting to charitable acts was both bragging and kowtowing at the same time.

He couldn’t say ‘I care’. He couldn’t say ‘let me help’. He couldn’t say so many things.

So, he would simply show his intent with his actions instead.

Despite his pile of work, after a shower and a quick prayer, he fell into bed. He knew if he tried to do anything other than sleep it’d just end in disaster on his part. The last time he did work in such a state, he had to redo his calculations twice.

He expected to dream the same dream of nothing he’d been having for the past few days.

Alas, it’s cruel how expectations work.

A shrill ringing woke him from his daze. As he stumbled over to his communicator, he realized the sound was coming from his computer.

It was a call.

He yelled at voice command to turn it off and tell him who was calling. At the mention of the name, he groaned.

It was Gevven. His platonic life partner.

Aenar can make bonds– as the Vulcans do— but there are usually a few people they share them with. Friends can be included and are expected to be a part of the bond.

Hemmer had known Gevven since they were fifteen. An unfortunate fact, as Gevven still harbored the idea that they could drink like they could in their youth.

Another unfortunate fact was that Gevven never, ever called. If his friend was calling him, something was on fire.

Hemmer scrambled for the ‘answer’ button and waited until Gevven’s voice rang through the room.

“Ah! Afghan’im!”

Hello, my friend!

“This had better be good.” Hemmer spat in English.

Gevven paused.

“It is...the next base you’re stopping at has a delegation of Andorians there-”

“So?”

“Let me finish!” Gevven sighed sharply, “The Speaker is going to be there.”

“My…mother?”

Hemmer could almost hear Gevven’s eyes roll through the line.

“No, the Andorian Emperor.” He spat, “Yes, your mother! Who else is the Speaker?!”

Hemmer fell silent. His mother was…conventional. He had inherited her temper and her stubbornness, and it was a miracle that he’d been cordial on the Enterprise so far.

Simply, the only reason he was friendly was because he had friends. The crew aboard the Enterprise was quickly becoming his Se-Hammun. Extended family.

Gevven scoffed, “You told me that you have a se’waya. She’s going to want to meet her.”

Hemmer stood completely still. “My mother and Uhura would not get along-”

“-You don’t have much choice in the matter. She already invited us to dinner.”

A beat passed. Then two.

“Us?” Hemmer asked, glaring at the monitor.

“Yes, us! Do you have snow in your ears or something?”

Hemmer paused. Gevven hated space. He hated the dark and the possibility of his blood boiling if there was a simple crack in the hull. There was absolutely no way he’d ever leave the Northern Wastes let alone be halfway across known space.

“Where-”

“Where do you think? I’ve been slowing her down the last week! You owe me. We’ve really got to get her a better escort too. The Andorians have lost her twice now.”

Groaning, Hemmer put his head in his hands. A dinner he could handle. A normal, nice, simple family dinner would be no problem. However, throw his mother, a socially anxious human cadet, his best friend, and himself into a restaurant and things were bound to get sticky.

He knew he could be blunt. He could be arrogant and distant. His mother was the same; he had gotten those traits from her. His father-

Wait.

Hemmer stepped forward. “My father isn’t going to be there, is he?”

He could hear Gevven smiling through the line. “Thank God, he is.”

Both men breathed a sigh of relief.

While Speaker Hemmer was something of a tempest, her husband was more akin to some small and fluffy prey animal. He was kind to the point of being almost saccharine. Even better, he was a good speaker and a good conversationalist.

Hemmer loved his friend, but Gevven took the kindergarten rule of ‘being honest’ to a new level. The man had no filter and desperately needed one.

Gevven paused, then asked, “Your se’waya…she’s anxious right?”

“Somewhat." Hemmer winced, "She just doesn’t like people.”

“Oh. Great. We’ll sit her next to your father then.”

“Alright. Where is it?”

“Some fancy restaurant, I have no idea. I’ll send you the details tonight.”

Hemmer choked a little.

“It’s tonight?!”

“Yes. It should be four am for you right now, right?”

Hemmer glanced at the clock and cursed.

His friend was right. It was indeed past four. The Enterprise was on schedule to dock in two hours, and he’d have to pull Uhura aside to prepare her.

The Aenar didn’t dine with people often, or usually at all. Taking a meal with an Aenar was a very personal affair-

Wait.

He asked the dreaded question. “It’s not an Aenar traditional dinner, is it?”

Gevven laughed, “Oh, naturally it is. Have you not taught her dinner etiquette yet?”

Another silence filled the room.

“Great. I take that as a ‘no’. This is going to be-”

“-A disaster.” Hemmer finished. “I can’t do this to her. Do you think I can excuse her from-”

“Absolutely not. Both your parents will pitch a fit if you try to lie your way out of this one.”

Hemmer shook his head. “I’ll see what she says. If she agrees, I’ll take her. If not, she won’t be attending.”

Gevven chuckled; a deep and smooth sound.

“You sap.”

The line cut off.

Hemmer glanced at the clock again, desperately hoping for the numbers to magically change. Of course, they didn’t, but he was still slightly disappointed as he reached for a clean uniform.

…

“What’s the big deal with this again?” Uhura asked, reaching for her coffee, “I get it’s a fancy dinner, but why are you so stressed out?”

Hemmer handed it to her. “It’s not just a fancy dinner, it’s an Aenar fancy dinner. Which is objectively worse.”

Pike, still engrossed in his coffee and PADD, leaned over. “I also have no idea what’s going on. What’s so bad about an Aenar dinner?”

Una winced. She and Nurse Chapel had been the unlucky witnesses of Hemmer rambling about Aenar etiquette when he was sick with the flu.

Hemmer shifted. “It’s…”

“-Difficult manners.” Una finished. “The Aenar eat and drink things in certain groups and orders. There’s also correct conversation topics, ways of holding utensils, and taboos that you have to be aware of.”

“Thank you, Una.” Hemmer sighed, “I...”

“Do you want me to go?” Uhura asked, stirring her coffee.

The question hit him like a truck.

He had tried so hard to keep his work and family separate. He had told his parents and Aenar friends about his crew with the intention that they’d never meet.

Then he had made friends– close friends– on the Enterprise. People he valued, trusted, cared for.

Something shifted in his chest.

“I want you there, but if you don’t-”

“Then I’ll go.” She smiled, “Of course I will. How hard can it be? Manners are like linguistics; once you figure out the pattern you’re peachy.”

Hemmer smiled slightly, then turned to Pike and Una.

“You’re invited too. My mother sent you the details this morning-”

“-I saw.” Una smirked, “We’re having dinner with the Speaker. I feel special.”

Pike leaned in, “Is it impolite to say that I feel nervous? I don’t like being the sole representative of Starfleet at a complex political dinner.”

“My friend Gevven will be there too.” Hemmer scoffed, taking a bite of food, “I think we’ll be alright. If anyone makes a serious mistake he promised me this morning that he’d spill wine on himself to make a scene.”

Una snorted. “Naturally. This is the same Gevven who lit himself on fire trying to propose to his partner?”

Hemmer chuckled a bit, pouring himself more coffee.

“The very same. Hopefully, his destructive tendencies will work in our favor tonight.”

…

Nothing was on fire.

Yet.

Despite the three-hour lecture he had cobbled together, his friends were crashing and burning spectacularly. Gevven included.

Hass– Hemmer’s father– smiled painfully. “So you vented the bay into space with my son and his se’waya still inside?”

Pike nodded sheepishly. “Yes. We did, although-”

Clunkily coming to the rescue, Gevven wrapped an arm around Hemmer. “He’s not dead, now is he? They did what they had to do! Ohra’ash!”

Have mercy.

Hemmer’s eyes glanced upwards. His friend was right in asking for mercy. Maybe it was time to set aside his ego- at least for a few seconds.

Please, God, have mercy.

“I still can’t believe you came into contact with the Gorn!” Speaker Hemmer snapped, “The Gorn have never ventured that far before!”

Hass took a sip of his drink and tried to redirect the conversation to where people were from and what their families looked like- which made Una and Uhura obviously uncomfortable. The two women fell almost mute in seconds.

Then, finally, disaster.

Some waiter accidentally bumped the table, causing Uhura to spill her drink all over herself. She spluttered a bit and reached for the napkins, breaking yet another ridiculous rule.

Spilling one’s drink was considered not only bad luck but a bad omen. Especially based on the drink. Spilling something alcoholic was like a death sign.

Una and Pike froze, seemingly unsure of what to do.

Hemmer and Gevven looked at each other, thinking the same thing at the same time.

“Ladies first.” Gevven chuckled, promptly pouring his drink onto Hemmer, who chuckled in response.

“Idiots last.” He replied, tossing his drink onto his friend.

The Speaker was stunned into silence. Maybe she was proud at the possibility that her son had found good friends- but she was more likely horrified at the lack of propriety.

Hemmer scoffed, gesturing to Una and Pike.

Eh, damn the rules.

“You know, I liked this suit.” Pike sighed, dumping his drink onto Una’s head. She gasped at the shock of cold, and then immediately retaliated.

“Hey,” she smirked, “that’s why they made tide pods.”

The party left soon after, still sopping wet and laughing a little. The Aenar returned to their hotel while Hemmer and Pike led the crew back to the space dock.

After a comfortable silence, his se’waya could seemingly take it no longer.

“Why did you do that?” Uhura asked, looking up at him.

He couldn’t say he cared. He couldn’t say ‘I wanted to help’. So, he would show that he cared.

Smiling, he glanced down at her and held out his hand.

“Your watch looks like it stopped working. Here.”

At her surprised expression, he rolled his eyes and smiled wider.

“Give me that.”

#star trek #star trek snw #star trek headcanon #star trek strange new worlds #star trek andorian #hemmer snw #lieutenant hemmer #star trek uhura #nyota uhura #captain pike #una chin riley #my fic

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madness-of-void · 3 months

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The Cosplay Progress (?)

Okay...I'm doing it. I'm showing off the hot mess of progress of the possibly decent, or absolutely hot garbage, cosplay of my version of human!Ink. I do have a nice chunk of the items for the cosplay - just gotta put it together. Most of the putting together can be done in a day, and I have until July to finish it all, soooo...we'll see how this goes! ^^;

Now I'll just post updates maybe every other day, or once a week, since I do have most of it in hand. And it will all be under the cut, since it'll long as fuck. So, without further ado, let's begin, shall we?

First off, this is probably the most ambitious cosplay I've ever done. Normally I do something easy. Examples: Stiles from TW, casual Keith from VLD, and recently (for Halloween) genocide route Frisk. debating on positing what garbo pics i have of those

Flowerfell!Frisk? Probably the most complex I've done, and only because I had to have help make a flower crown, actually use fabric glue for the flowers and little heart on the shorts and flower on the mask , painted up a random prop stick I had lying around no idea why i had that , and did a little bit of faint make-up. And ended up with this:

bad pic i know but it's all i got of the full thing where i don't look like a drowned rat coz goddamn it was hot af

So after that, for some damned reason, I decided it would be a GREAT idea to do a difficulty jump and do Ink! Yaaaaay...I'm so smart. I have been looking at this as a reference for what I need mostly coz i had it saved on my phone already , which has been both motivation to get this done...but also a little intimidating. But I'm already too far into this. Can't back out now!

Anyways, enough rambling! Let's start with the first update on this silly thing!

HOODIE

So, firstly, I already had my eye on the Ink hoodie from Simakai (I'll properly tag once the whole thing is done). I already have the Underfell one that I used for my Flowerfell!Frisk cosplay. I also have the Outertale hoodie, bi pride hoodie, and ace pride hoodie all from Simakai! They are all amazing hoodies, and I actually just bought Epic's hoodie from their new shop! Definitely check them out! They're comfy, well made, and I'll admit I wear my Outertale and Underfell hoodies out sometimes.

The pic doesn't do it justice (hence all the millions of links above), but tada! The hoodie! My biggest worry is maybe tripping on the scarf, but I think I can manage. place your bets coz my ass clumsy

Also, there is a little surprise in it!

Twas quite the laughing jumpscare when I was messing with the pockets.

And that's it for update 1! Stay tuned for more. >:3

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Update 2 time!

Apologies for how garbage the pics are for this part. Space was a mess at the time, and I'm too lazy to redo it. With that out of the way...let's ramble!

PANTS

So, next to the sash for the vials, this was surprisingly the hardest thing for me to find. I couldn't find anything that looked "just right". The first pair that I bought did look just right...but the color was way off. Way too bright from what was advertised. Took me a while to find another pair, and I actually bought two more. one of which i may use for a ftfo!ink Now, the next pair is the right color...but it's just a nice pair of sweats/joggers. Which is a bit of a bummer, but seeings how I cannot sew/make a full blown pair of pants (can barely sew at all), and my stepmom (who can sew) isn't that insanely skilled, they will have to do.

Here is a pic of the pants side-by-side coz for the longest time I was going to go with the first pair I bought. But after putting it together with the top...no. Just...no. Did not look good. You'll have to take my word for it.

And before you ask, yes. I will have assistance sewing on the little suspenders. That will be two separate posts on their own in the future! It won't be just plain brown pants.

So that's it for update 2! Stay tuned for more! if you want i ain't forcing ya lols

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Update number 3! Wooooo!

And it is actually really boring.

Like...royally boring. sorry?

GLOVES

So these were a bit easy to get. Granted, I did buy two pairs, because I couldn't decided initially. It was only after trying them on that I could make a decision.

They are a bit long, but I can live with that. especially coz I am not planning on doing the tatts, that would end terribly And, yes, they are missing that little piece on the pinky. Just like the pants are missing the suspenders. And just like with those, I will be having assistance sewing that piece on!

I could show you want I have of that, but I'm planning on making that one big update.

Okay! That's it! Stay tuned for update 4!

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Update 4! Not another exciting one again. The more exciting ones will slowly trickle in. depending on what you define as exciting

Anywho! Update 4!

SHOES

Yes. Shoes. I know our favorite souless bean doesn't wear shoes anymore...but I have to. No need to get my toes all messed up! Especially at this convention center. Walking around there can be a nightmare! Closed toed or not. 😭

Anyway!

Shoes!

They were sadly kind of expensive, but these were the closest I could find that kind of fit for what I was going for and i looked at custom ones first. Plus, I will be wearing these outside of the cosplay. So I get shoes for cosplay, and shoes for whenever I wanna wear them - a win-win.

But, one more thing! I will also I guess ruin them, in a way. How will I ruin them? Well...I was thinking of adding more splatter to them. Plus, see that pesky logo? Welp...I also had an idea for that.

And I'll just leave this update at that. >:3

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Update 5! Long time coming, I know. But a lot of what I have left are bigger pieces that have a few extra things I gotta do, and I just haven't been focused on doing them. But since I'm actually going to finish this one this weekend, I decided to show the unfinished product. With that being said, here we go!

VIALS

These were actually so hard to find! I couldn't find anything that worked! And I originally started looking during the Halloween season, too! When these type of things would be more around. But everything was either way too big or just straight up decorative glass. Which...yeah. Would not do!

Eventually, after searching for ages, I found these on Etsy.

They're originally for necklaces, which, even though they are glass, they're hopefully a tad more sturdy. And, if things work out, I'll have a perfect way to keep them in the sash! We shall see.

I also found these!

Figured it would be fun to have little earrings on human!Ink.

Now, for the paints in the vials, I was having a hard idea what to do. Part of me wanted to put real paint in there. Yeaaaaah...probably not the best idea. But I finally figured it out, and I'll be working on it this weekend!

Stay tuned for the final look!

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hey can you just generally ramble about your terezi (and (terezi)) choices? I am interested in your process for her characters this chapter.

yeah! naturally i have a lot to say about a lot of things so spoilers for godfeels 3.2 A1 solo below the break!

let me just start this by saying that (Terezi) has been the BIGGEST pain in my ass of the entire core cast since beginning godfeels 3.

getting A1 out the door in general has been something of a nightmare, in part due to inconvenient irl circumstances but also because this track had a LOT of heavy lifting to do. Double Album is an ambitious project --too ambitious, arguably, considering how much time it takes to write (lots) and how little it pays (nothing)-- and this first glimpse into what's to come needed to do a lot of recapping prior events, moving pieces around on the board, clarifying character motivations, giving everyone a reason to be staying/going, and setting up several hefty dozens of plot threads in both major and minor ways, all while simultaneously being entertaining enough to read that old and new readers alike don't just get bored and peace out before we even get to the stuff that this story's actually about.

i think on balance A1 is going to wind up being sort of an odd duck among the tracks for this reason. i've been thinking of it as sort of a pilot episode, very much in the mold of the pilot of LOST whose very minimal flashbacks belied the load-bearing structural centrality that the flashback device would come to occupy in the series. but it's also a pilot episode for a series that's already three seasons in, which just further complicates the logistical job it needed to do. here again i took inspiration from LOST (get used to this comparison, btw-- everything from chapter 8 onwards has been/will be heavily inspired by LOST in theme and structure), where the season openers always had to pull double duty of cleaning up the mess from whatever bomb dropped in the season finale to completely change the status quo AND giving the core cast time to acclimate to the new status quo in a way that sets the audience up for what this season's gonna be about. it's a fun and punishing challenge that takes a lot of trial and error. there have been so many versions of A1 that all conveyed largely the same information in completely different ways to wildly different ends.

i'm glad i put that work in, because i'm really proud of how A1 ultimately turned out. i think it accomplishes the goals i set out for. and in a serial work like this you just don't get a chance to redo your first episode. if this part didn't work, if every character wasn't utilized with absolute precision, everything that followed would be at a disadvantage. i feel more confident in the future of this side of the story than i did when i first started writing it. but it was hard!

and at the center of that challenge was (Terezi), the character whose desire to go with Silverbark is easily the most obvious of the departing cast and yet simultaneously the most mysterious. i have a document for every writing project where i save cut material just in case, and the one for A1 is over 8000 words. of those, just shy of half are scenes involving (Terezi). because ever since the start of gf3, she's been a delightful, infuriating wrench in all my plans. it's easy enough to understand why she would want to go with Silverbark, but what does she feel about it? how does she feel about what she did to June, what June/Risk did to her, or about the state of Earth C today, and especially about the medicated domestic 30-something Vrisrezi who've just shown up out of the blue?

i wrote the dream strangulation scene in 3.1 chapter 1 knowing it would put a dent in her and June's relationship that would be a pain point through the rest of 3.1, but i'd always planned for them to get on better terms before the end (until Vrisrezi showed up, at which point all that progress would be painfully backpedaled). but as soon as she left the house, (Terezi) completely closed herself off and refused to come to the table again. throughout gf3 and especially chapter 8 i tried to find ways to let her talk about what was on her mind, and she just wouldn't. the Host-intruded memory of them getting into an argument watching Consort Jerry Springer and the birthday flashback where (Terezi) eats leafs both wound up defined in their conflict by (Terezi)'s own silence, her refusal to say what's really bothering her. even as she opens up some in the latter scene, she remains infuriatingly closed off to Risk and us. the question she thinks she's answering is why she's uncomfortable on Earth C, but the question June and Risk are really asking is, why am i not good enough to make this place feel like your home?

this is a dominant theme of Divergence Syndrome-- characters ensconced in noise looking for silence, or characters sick of silence hurtling mortally towards cacophony. the strict meaning of silence vs noise change depending on the person. all the circus flashbacks are moments where characters just can't quite bring themselves to say the thing they really want to say. silence and noise, secrets and truth-- you might draw some comparisons here between this theme and the concept of Voidthought as introduced in A1. i try not to push my hand when it feels like characters don't want to be accessible. it's easy to want to give everyone center stage all at once, but it gets to being too much very quickly. you've got to pick your battles, give everyone their moment when the time is right, when you and they both feel ready for it.

but with (Terezi) i genuinely was like. hey. tell me the thing you really want to say. give me something to work with here. i'm trying to understand how you got here from where we left you in gf2. were you just lying when you said you loved how unpredictable June was? were you lying to Kanaya when you said you liked how boring Earth C was compared to Alternia? what changed in those eleven months between gf2 and gf3 and why didn't i see it until it was too late?

and she just WOULDN'T. every time i've tried to get her talking it felt forced and wrong. she only talks in narration when she wants to. she refuses to humor her guilt even to herself. i wrote a complete version of the scene in Dave's room where Silverbark is much, much meaner, just to try and get a rise out of her. but it was so out of character, it was too much, too forceful. you just can't drag secrets out into the open like that. not with a Mind player as stubborn as (Terezi).

that scene was for me, really. i needed to write it because i was mad at her. i won't share it here because i think quite a lot of it will end up recycled in some form down the line. i don't exactly want to give the impression that (Terezi) is a distinct entity, because none of these characters are. it's more that i see the narration itself, and each characters' varying awareness of it, as having strict rules and boundaries. there's that moment at the end of A1 where Vriska pops into the narration just to say, actually no i don't want my feelings on display right now. i'd planned to have a whole lot of prose there! but when i wrote that interjection, it felt right. it showcases a different form of closing one's self off-- where (Terezi) is doing bullheaded self-harm in her silence, Vriska there is being mature and recognizing that sometimes you just have to let things go. good characterization in this story isn't just about dialogue. every word you read is a function of character in some form. 3.1 was narrated largely by VV. 3.2's narration/structure is what i've been calling "paramniscient epistolary" --basically a roving narratorial eye that can take the form of disconnected third person narration but give way to direct influence from characters whenever they desire. the epistolary part will make more sense come future tracks. but all of that is to say that yeah, to let that device be honest in what it is, to really fulfill VV's promise of letting these characters have genuine agency, i need to be willing to step back and let them be obtuse sometimes.

the original version of that scene between (Terezi) and Silverbark broke rules i didn't yet know, and it taught me a lot about what this story wants to be. gf2 was so much about June expositing her every thought, having revelations, working through shit, coming to terms with her Self. gf3, at least so far, is the opposite. (Terezi)'s lack of answers, her refusal to self-examine, is a protest against the kind of sincerity that June often embodies.

the horror of encountering a Terezi who's well-adjusted and happy is that for (Terezi), it feels inevitable. like a death sentence, a sword hanging over her neck. it's proof that if she ever got what she wanted, she would have to lose so many of the things that she still feels are essential to her Self. i think she tried to force herself to get better in gf2, under the assumption that simply being with someone you love who loves you is enough. but getting better requires work. i don't like the pervasive idea in fiction that couples getting together is the Solution to interpersonal problems, because it's not. it can help! but when you're accustomed to being alone, it's easy to stay alone even when you share every waking moment with someone else. i think Terezi is proof to (Terezi) that getting better takes work, and she despises the notion that she needs to do that work, that this version of her "getting better" is obviously preferable to who she is now. it's revealing that she imposes parentheses on herself so immediately upon meeting Terezi. it's worth noting that when Vriska tries to talk to (Terezi) in the A1 solo, she doesn't use those parentheses.

i think (Terezi) knows that if she even started to have a conversation about all this stuff, she'd lose. there are so many little moments where you can see her resolve shake a little. her harshness is a manifestation of instability. to open that door even a crack is to consent to demolishing the whole house. so she closes herself off altogether. she tells Terezi she'll kill her if she speaks to her again, and when Vriska begs her to seek help, (Terezi) spits in her face.

infinite credit to janet girlpillz for all the art in A1 solo but this panel especially. it took a lot of work to get the mood and tone just right. i cannot overstate how lucky i feel to have her in my camp. this moment would be nothing without her.

it was important for me that the impact of this particular patooie be almost entirely on (Terezi). Vriska's shocked, yes, but in the way of being interrupted mid-sentence more than anything. i wanted to see the moment right before Vriska can emotionally process what's just happened. nonverbal, not overly emotive, surprised, taken aback. but not mad. not sad. not angry. it's (Terezi) who's angry. Vriska laughs it off pretty fast once the fluttersled departs, because she sees the gesture for what it is. it's not really about her or for her. it's (Terezi) kicking the dog to chase it away, maybe because she thinks its for the dog's own good, or maybe because she just doesn't want the responsibility of taking care of a dog, except she IS the dog and she might not even know it.

as to (Terezi)'s turn towards "Justice," i'm not even sure she really believes it. does she actually think June is guilty of a crime? or is this just an extremely elaborate means of tethering her fate to the woman she used to love? and in fact, is that love truly in the past tense for her?

right now, (Terezi) and the rest of the crew are in a state of transition, carried forward by the high-stakes manic momentum of chapter 8 into a new life with new rules without really knowing what that actually entails. i think their commitment to any idea of their role in that future is highly precarious, especially as we proceed out of that manic phase into what will, eventually, become the new normal. right now their motivations are all hypothetical, contingent, abstract. that is not enough in the long term. it will take something real, something personal, to get them not just to stay in Silverbark's company, but to live there. Silverbark has sown the seeds of these in each of her conversations with the core cast. but to paraphrase VV, their ultimate reason for choosing to do what they will do is theirs to decide.

it wouldn't take much to shake (Terezi) out of her present self-destructive funk. it's just that there aren't very many things that could, and most of them are on Earth C. the question for me going forward is, what will it take to transform (Terezi)'s present verve for becoming "a detective" from an elaborate larp into a genuine career conviction? she can't maintain her delusion of moral superiority without that. (Terezi)'s a real piece of work but i don't think she enjoys lying, even and perhaps especially to herself. but she is a serial lifelong liar-by-omission. the currency of her deception is silence.

and that's something that (Terezi) and Silverbark have in common.

my final note (dear god does this woman ever shut up) is on the characterization of Terezi. she obviously doesn't get many lines in this chapter, and that's interesting. I have a hard time imagining that even a medicated 30-something Terezi is particularly good at holding her tongue. part of it is just sheer practicality. there are ELEVEN characters with speaking roles in this chapter, and of those Terezi is the least... i don't want to say "important," because she IS important. least relevant, maybe? none of this interpersonal drama has anything to do with her. when you think about it, Terezi is in a similar position now to the one Silverbark was in when she returned to Earth C. older, wiser, fundamentally different, while simultaneously stepping into the role her less mature younger self occupied in all these people's lives. i think she recognizes that the only thing she can do in this situation is cause trouble, so she mostly avoids contributing altogether. her home base in the scene is Vriska, until at last the space opera drama mamas fuck off to their Very Important Story and she can safely make jokes again. wow, what a bitch. let's go get omelettes.

it'll be interesting to see (when we get to it, which will be a long time from now) how Terezi fits in with Jane and Karkat, and on Earth C in general. how will the media respond to her? how will culture at large respond to her? jesus christ man, it's gonna be such a fucking mess.

anyway, those are some rambling thoughts on Terezi and (Terezi)! i hope your thirst is sated, or at least that you didn't drown.

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Fyreon (Redo) (Emberonian)

Here we have the last main character, Fyreon. He is rather nonchalant and slow. He can be cold for a living fire and doesn't like being bothered. Pessimistic is one way to describe him and he just likes sleeping rather than dealing with pro-

"Keep it down, will you? I'm trying to sleep. I didn't ask you to write this thing anyway..."

Fyreon is an Emberonian, a species of fire elemental that is generally proficient with magic. He wears a set of hardened clay armor. This protects his fire body from being extinguished as well as protecting others from his flames. It is very heavy making him a slow but strong warrior.

Emberonians have a malleable body of fire and can fit in any kind of hollow object and use it as armor. Once inside, their bodies accommodate and create holes for their eyes and mouth. Once outside again, the object retakes its original form with no alterations.

He uses his staff to cast fire spells and the swirl on top is his Soul and the source of his magic. It is his main weapon. As mentioned in the previous post, I never programmed him so I don't have anything to show regarding his combat capabilities.

Those wisps around the top move and react to Fyreon as he casts spells and does attacks. They might seem alive but are simply projections of some sort. The bottom of his staff simply fades away.

Emberonians. All soldiers wear the same types of clay armor. All masks are one of a kind and belong to an individual for life.

Fyreon's diet consists of eating rocks and minerals like crystals. He is not allowed in jewelry stores anymore. He likes salamanders but laments not being able to swim or touch water with his real hands. He never takes off his armor much less his mask.

His mask gives him a lizard tongue.

Backstory

Fyreon is a captain. He leads his squadron into war against an evil race of water creatures. Both species compete for territory on a small planet where the landscape consists of arid deserts and valleys contrasting damp swamps and lakes. The Emberonians are slowly losing and having their territory purposefully flooded.

He is a strong leader and takes care of his people very well. He is loved by many and often seeks a quick and effective way to solve problems. He makes sure to show his best to his people in hopes of keeping everyone motivated and hopeful.

A good team

He hides his feelings of hopelessness and crushing sadness so nobody else would feel disillusioned. But what would happen if you suddenly lost your reason to keep a positive attitude but could not remember why? Would your true feelings come out? One day he would find out...

It is honestly very hard to talk much about the protagonists' backstories without having to deal with heavy spoilers. In short, all 3 lose their memories at the start of the game before meeting. Despite having no memories, their emotions remain.

Foul creature

Inspiration

Arguably my most popular character (or maybe it's Lima). He has quite the redesign history. Originally, he started out as some sort of bird magician guy. I had been playing a lot of Shovel Knight at the time and really liked Plague Knight. He seemed to have an axe as well instead of a staff. He also had nothing to do with fire.

I refined this concept and gave him sort of gill-like appendages to his mask. These would eventually become horns. I then would go back to the gill idea and outright make them gills instead and give him more axolotl characteristics.

His fire attributes were inspired by a drawing from an artist I really like. Panapana on twitter. Mainly this cool drawing of an Axolotl with fire gills. As soon as I saw this, I got the idea of making him a fire creature whose armor made him somewhat look like an axolotl but he himself wasn't one. Salamanders were closely associated with fire in ancient times so it kind of makes sense.

I never designed the other race of creatures Emberonians fight. Just like they are evil for his species, this race considers Emberonians evil the same way.

The very first fanart I ever got.

Fyreon means a lot to me and because of him I was able to make a really good friend. A lovely gift from @blaz-art

Um... You'll have to pay for that. Drawn by @blaz-art.

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Would it be a major turn off if a character, in a world where almost everyone has magic, only had a few chances before they have to cause like actual bodily harm in order to continue using it?

Some additional context I have to justify it are that 1. It's almost OP and I need some things to balance it out. Like, it's literally immortality that's kinda like save points, just done so it isn't completely videogame style (since that world isn't a video game) 2. Most people's powers do have side effects. However, to be fair, they're supposed to make sense (e.g. former protagonist has fire powers, so she's also heat resistant but is naturally very hot, so cold hurts more before it heats up and she can't touch things that need cold because she can't just switch off the heat, or one that's probably more cliche but they've got super strength and don't know how much force they're actually applying, gentle to them still is pretty rough a lot of the time, etc), and I'm not sure if having to actually injure yourself is a good side effect to near-immortality 3. She also has a sort of healing ability doubled with it, where no matter how awful the injury it heals in 24 hours (like from light paper cut to the loss of a limb, it is always 24 hours, it just made more sense to me that way), so as long as she stops the bleeding she'll be fine the next day But then I feel like it's a bit too much since 1. She would lose any motive to use it - she doesn't worry about death, so with the injury and pain it'd likely just be like adding 0+-1 when you're trying to get 2 (if that makes sense), 2. She's in single-digits still, so it'd be a child harming themself because they don't want to die, which while the tone is definitely supposed to get dark at some point I feel like that might just be a bit much both to read and to write, and 3. There's already another balance in place - if she dies, she'll appear back at the last "save" (considering it's inspired by video games that's the quickest way to describe it), and will lose any memory or development that happened in-between. It also only lasts ~a month so that she won't be completely immortal, she has to keep redoing it if she wants to be. So she'd physically and mentally revert back to up to a month ago, in the exact place she was no matter what happened there in-between, no matter where she's been or what she's learned in-between. Still debating whether or not there should be a way to regain the memories or not.

I'm also not sure if I actually want to give her another reason to hesitate to use it, or if it's just because I like letting characters suffer in my head, but the story isn't going to just be in my head so I want it to be actually fun instead of just agony lol. I don't want my story to be too affected by my sadism exclusively reserved for fictional characters.

Sorry it's long and probably awkward, and that it probably has way too much info when I just needed a little bit, I just want to write my story (and current protagonist) decently and not be TOO harsh on the characters. While the way I wrote probably made it kinda clear which way I'm thinking of going, I just wanted an outsider opinion that I trust before choosing one way or the other. Sorry if it's too uncomfortable or morbid or anything, idk where else to ask and I'm embarrassed to ask people I know irl (personal issues 💀)

Thank you for reading this whole ask, sorry again about how long it is!

Bodily Harm as Consequence of Magic Use

I feel like "bodily harm" is really broad and random consequence of using magic. So... after a few uses, if the character uses magic again, their arm or leg just randomly breaks? Or a huge gash opens up on their back? It doesn't make a whole lot of sense.

Typically, the consequences of magic are more logical:

-- Physical fatigue (lots of energy coursing through your body) -- Mental fatigue (extreme focus, quick thinking, mental stress) -- Loss of source (source of magic is limited so lost once used up) -- Harm to other (someone/something related is harmed by use)

You would typically choose one of these consequences (though physical and mental fatigue often go hand-in-hand), then the extent of the consequence is greater with the power/amount of magic used. In other words, a smaller spell has a smaller consequence. A bigger spell has a bigger consequence. A small spell would cause a little bit of physical exhaustion. A big spell would cause the person to pass out for a little while.

If you can find some way for the injuries to make sense, then you could still do that. But I would also add the consequence that injuries incurred via magic use don't heal in 24 hours. And while injured, no magic can be used. That way there's an actual cost to using magic too often. It's not just a superficial cost like an injury. They're putting themselves in the position of being powerless until the injury heals naturally.

I hope that helps!

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