interesting lore moment with the francophone yesterday (as in, it personally gave me brainworms) ft. qétoiles’ horrible, no good, stupid (lack of) self-preservation . subs in English, transcript below the cut
All spoken in French — translated into English subtitles
[Video transcript:
Etoiles: And, actually, I have a theory. Basically what happened is that I’ve just returned from a mission from Cucurucho.
Antoine: And what was the mission?
Etoiles: To do a dungeon, and to recover something from the dungeon.
Antoine: And what was this “something”?
Etoiles: And the “something” was a book that sorta says that I’m a test subject.
Antoine: A test subject?!
Baghera: What’s up with your arm? You’ve got a coded arm.
Etoiles: Uh, it’s from holding the shield, basically.
Baghera: Ahhh
(Pause)
Antoine: Watch out that it doesn’t contaminate you, or else you’ll turn into a code, man.
Etoiles: That’s impossible, man, I can’t be a code.
Antoine: That’s what the old codes said before becoming codes, you know.
Etoiles: No— well, we’ve never spoken.
Baghera: Maybe you shouldn’t be using the shield as much then, no?
Etoiles: Well, as it stands, I’ve been using it for a really long time, and my mind is still healthy, honestly. And the proof is—
Baghera: Well, half of his face took the brunt of it instead.
Etoiles: Yeah, but it’s not all there is, you know.
(Pause)
Baghera: Let me worry, Etoiles, right now.
Etoiles: You’re right. You’re right! But everything’s going well, I’m doing very, very well—
Antoine: It’s true that you look a bit sick.
Etoiles: Uh, yeah, for the past seven years, it’s a chronic illness, it happened—
Antoine: No, but not this one, the other— you seem even sicker, still.
Etoiles: Yeah, okay. Yeah but no, I’m fine. No, no, it’s fine, honestly.
Fair warning: spoilers for Cyno Story Quest part 2 ahead!
Just finished Cyno's Story Quest part two and HELLO??? THE FUCK WAS THAT? That was the most domestic gay ass shit I've seen barring Holmes/Watson retirement fics! In my Fantasy action/adventure RPG?? Half of it was just the boys hanging out???? Haith and Kaveh chatting about cookie and glass whereabouts? Kaveh SITTING ON THE TABLE. Tighnari following Cyno into the desert? Joint study session?? Camping??? "cup" being FAMILY CODE?????
Also you Cannot tell me Tighnari and Cyno didn't share that tent. There were ONLY 3 TENTS. THEY DID NOT SPECIFY WHO WAS SLEEPING WHERE. NOT EVEN A SHOT OF PEOPLE LEAVING TENTS.
do u think aubrey from omori gets religious guilt. i do not think about her canonically being christian a lot because i forgot about it but with the whole church fight scene and everything woah that is surely something that happensyeah... i wonder what her take on it would be. like. if she's fully into the faith or if she goes out of desperation for some semblance of a support system. oh oh oh also veering away from aubrey, i think basil would be atheist 100%. he'd probably be the type to look at all of the tragedy in his life and have the mindset of god not being real/not caring about him if he is
when i get brave enough I'll post my "_____ x black!mc" collection bc I need to post about the boys being mesmerized by the dark skin and the curly hair and the stiletto acrylics yea.
jus hear me out man.
also prefacing this by saying im black in case u couldn't tell. rah!
MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!!! it's not smut but I don't want you interacting regardless thanks!
imagine he looks at you and he just can't breathe; he's totally mesmerized by your beauty. beautiful, glimmering deep brown skin just glowing in the moonlight that spills into your room. he admires the gorgeous contrast between your skin and his and his head starts spinning. you cradle his face in the palm of your hand and caress your long nails behind his ears and he marvels at how good it feels; your nails raking behind his ear, through his hair, and down his neck. he parts his lips to speak but he's silenced, your thick lips covered in gloss smearing across his. he loves how sticky his face feels afterwards. and when you whisper to tell him how much you love him, his knees instantly turn to jelly at the soulful pitch of your voice, each note snaking down his spine. he'll run his fingers through your hair when you let him, caressing the dark coils as they spring back, and each time he's fascinated with how pretty your hair is. how pretty you are. he can't get enough of the gleaming brown expanse of your skin, how bruises hardly show up and how you never blush, not once. he'll never get enough of how pretty you are... Never.
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a/n: yea i totally got carried away my bad y'all! enjoy anyways bc i recently found out one of my fav followers (yes i see some of u more than others) is black and im over the moon abt it. black people stick together fr !!!
might i interest anyone in uh... a fair day's work
A lil excerpt: For a second Sam can only stare. His pick-up is clad in all black leather, just an extension of the sleek black machine he’s straddling. Sam thinks he even sees a glint of metal at his wrist.
A gloved hand raises the face shield on the motorcycle helmet to reveal piercing blue eyes and a mouth set in a firm, anxious line that Sam wants to taste.
Alt title is from the stylized lyrics of The Future I Dreamed Of
Ichiban's friends pay Ichiban back.
(ENDGAME LaD spoilers!!!)
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A few days after the extravaganza that was their time in Kamurocho, Ichiban’s party made themselves known at Survive. Even though he was aware of their disappearance being a ruse, the bartender is still relieved to see the group of seven finally walk through the door. He makes them all gourmet bentos as a welcome back present, and the gang gets to chowing down. As they are finishing their plates, Nanba notices Ichiban poking at his food.
“You notice it too, Nanba?”
Nanba turns and comes face to face with Adachi.
“I guess… he's not normally like this, is he?” Nanba whispers, making sure Ichiban doesn’t hear them.
“Not when I’ve seen him.” Nanba turns, and Saeko has joined their whisper pile.
“Wonder if it has something to do with Masato.” Adachi muses.
“It probably does. He’s yet to tell us what happened, but whatever it is, it’s fucking him up inside.” Nanba agrees, glancing at Ichiban, who is only now eating his last bites of food.
“Maybe we can cheer him up somehow?” Saeko wonders.
“Hey, that’s not a bad idea. Nanba-” Adachi turns to where Nanba was, but he’s already started walking towards Ichiban, taking a seat next to him.
“Hey, Ichiban.”
Ichiban turns to him slowly. Nanba isn’t as perceptive as some people he keeps in his company, but he could tell Ichiban was barely masking his sorrow.
“Oh… hi Nanba.” Ichiban says, his voice also masking his sadness.
“I was wondering about… about Masato.”
“Yeah?”
“What did he like to do?”
Upon hearing the question, Ichiban’s eyes shine just a little bit, and Nanba smiles softly. “Well… I remember the last time we went to the arcade, there was this game called Samba de Amigo. The young master really liked playing it. But, when I went to look for it a bit ago, I didn’t see any machines, and the Internet says the machine got discontinued.”
“I see.” Nanba says, and the two sit in silence for a second, with Nanba unsure how to continue.
“Are you… ok?”
“Huh? Yeah, I’m good. I’m probably gonna turn in early though. You mind saying goodnight to everyone for me?”
“Sure, Ichiban. Get some rest.”
Ichiban nods, and gets up to go walk up to the second floor. Nanba rushes back to his companions.
“Masato liked Samba de Amigo!” Nanba says, forgetting he was whispering with them.
“And what are we supposed to do with that information?” Zhao leans over from his conversation with Joon-gi Han and Eri, seemingly intrigued in what the other half of the group was conspiring about.
“We’re gonna cheer Ichiban up!” Saeko says with pride.
“He did seem kinda down… is there any way we can help?” Eri asks.
“Well, we have a mission now. Find a Samba de Amigo arcade machine!” Adachi commands, and everyone nods in agreement before practically tripping over each other to leave the bar.
The group splits, and they search Ijincho for a while. Nanba is the one that finds the machine in the old homeless camp, and Joon-gi Han finds a pair of spare controllers in the Geomijul hideout. After a while (and a lot of cursing from Adachi), the group gets the machine into the downstairs of Survive, to the bewilderment of the bartender.
“What do you guys have there?” he asks.
“Something to cheer Ichiban up!” Nanba replies enthusiastically.
They wheel the machine into the corner of the room, and Joon-gi Han departs to return the dollie they borrowed from the Geomijul.
“Ok… plug the bad boy in!” Adachi says.
Zhao bends down, grabs the power cord, plugs it into the outlet, and the party sits and waits for the machine to turn on.
Which doesn’t happen.
“Uh… did you press the power button, Zhao?” Saeko asks.
“There isn’t a power button on these things.” Zhao replies, unplugging the machine.
“So… is it broken?” Eri says, moving to the back of the machine.
“Possibly. Let me look at the wires” The door opens as Joon-gi Han re-enters the space, making Nanba jump out of his seat. He watches the man go behind the machine with Eri.
“We might have it?” Eri says, standing up and returning to her seat, Joon-gi Han in tow.
“Alright, plug it back in, Zhao-san.” Joon-gi Han instructs. Zhao nods, and plugs the machine back into the wall.
Nothing.
“Hmmmmmmm,” the bartender mutters, and all eyes turn to him. “I may know the solution.” He comes out from behind the bar and goes to the machine. He grabs the plug, unplugs it, and plugs it back into a different socket.
The machine roars to life, making most people in the party jump.
“Alright! We got it!” Saeko cheers, grabbing the spare controllers and hooking them up to the machine with Zhao's help.
“Thanks, bartender.” Adachi says, giving the bartender a playful salute. "How can we repay you?"
“Pay your tab next time, Adachi.” the bartender replies. Adachi winces, and Nanba starts laughing.
It’s late morning the next day when Ichiban finally descends from the upper floor of Survive. Nanba notices him enter the bottom floor first, as Ichiban rubs his eyes and blinks in the direction of Adachi and Zhao, who are in the middle of a round on the new addition to the bar.
“What… where did you guys-?”
“Surprise, Ichiban! We found a Samba de Amigo machine!” Nanba says, causing everyone who wasn't playing on the machine to wave a "good morning" to Ichiban.
“You… found it?”
“The homeless camp had this sitting there, and it’s in pretty good condition. It may smell a bit though…” Nanba mutters.
Ichiban’s eyes shine, and he lets out a loud laugh. “Alright! When do I get a turn!?”
“You may want to eat first, Ichiban." Eri laughs.
Through the entire day, and into the night, the party takes turns on the game. They even beat the story mode and begin to up the difficulty of the songs they play. While the bartender doesn’t play, he ensures there’s a fresh supply of snacks and drinks for the players. Soon, the sun sets. Joon-gi Han, along with a struggling Saeko, are playing La Bamba when Nanba notices Ichiban is gone from the room. Nanba walks outside, and finds him in the park next to the building.
“Ichiban? Everything ok?” Nanba walks up to the ex-yakuza, who is hiding his face in his hands.
Ichiban says nothing, but is breathing heavily.
“Ichiban?”
Ichiban looks up, a bit startled, and Nanba notices the wetness on his face. Before Nanba can say anything else, he’s smothered in a big hug, Ichiban’s forehead on Nanba’s shoulder.
“I’m so fucking lucky to have you guys as my friends.” Ichiban whispers. “Thank you.”
Nanba simply smiles, and returns the embrace. They stand like this for a while before they feel a third pair of arms join in.
“Hey, who said the hug party could start out here!?” Adachi said. Ichiban and Nanba share a laugh, as more and more people from their party join in the hug pile.
Soon enough, everyone has their limbs and bodies in some sort of weird fashion that constitutes a hug, everyone trying to include each other.
“Everyone…” Ichiban starts, and all attention is turned towards him.
“Thank you guys. I’m so glad I have you all here.”
No one responds vocally. Nanba hugs Ichiban tighter, and feels himself squeezed in return.
You never wanted to hurt anyone, but the world never gave you a choice. You did the best you could with what you had, but every innocent mistake you made was held against you when it counted, every crossroads led you down the wrong path no matter which way you went. No matter what you did, the odds were stacked against you. It wasn't fair, and you are sick and tired of being told what a monster you are for things out of your control. Well, fine. They want a monster?
YOU'LL GIVE THEM A MONSTER!
The other tag I got today reminded me that i got tagged by @scionshtola a while ago as well, so here's the result of the Villain Type Quiz for Myrri! Thank you sm, Kels! <3
This kinda... does things to me haha. Might be fun to explore as an AU because I could see that happen if she didn't have the emotional support circles that she canonically has.
I don't want to tag ppl twice in one day and idk who has done this and who hasn't so uhhh. If you read this I'm tagging you if you want! <3
similar to the greentext stuff - i was visiting with my neighbors and their grandkids were around, and I said to this eight year old, "Hey, you wanna know something cool? I was playing the game when the Endermen came out." and his eyes went wide, like this kid looked like i told him i landed on the moon. His grandma thought it was really funny, and she said she has no idea what i'm talking about, but her grandbabies do, and that's incredible to her.
oh that's fun lmao, when minecraft & that update's existed for more than your whole life, and yknow being that young and like Next Year fr is this huge time scale away, a couple of years is a quarter of your life thus far and like maybe nigh half of the part of your life you actually have longterm memories for....i was checking out this dev's blog's archives about a:tdd's release in 2010 & in one entry they compared the implicitly Roughly concurrent release of Minecraft and i was like hey whoah. forever primarily being a game i've Heard Of more than any more direct exposure so i had no precise sense of [before minecraft release] [after minecraft release] Year 0 there but it's like for sure back in thee day when minecraft was a new thing, huh