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HEYY!!! Can you maybe write a fic or small drabble where fem!reader wants hobie to hang upside down so they can ‘spider man kiss’.
(also i luv the way you write hobie :P)
Spider Kisses
Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader
“What’re you— oh!”
small thingyyyyy, added a little twist tho C:
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“Hobie?” Your voice rang throughout the empty alleyway behind your apartment, light disappearing behind the building wall your lover was currently — decorating.
“Wh— Oh! [Name], babe, come look a’ this.”
You partner turned to you, currently hanging from a suspended pole connecting one building to another.
Webs wrapped around his ankles to keep him hanging upside-down. Left hand holding a green can of spray paint, and right holding a paint ridden cloth.
His shirt was riding up (down?) due to gravity, the small peak of skin covered in different paint streaks that matched the tones the wall was now bearing.
“what’re you doing up there?”
He shook the van again, spraying a little detail onto the mural, then wiping a line through the fresh paint to reveal the colour underneath.
“‘M paintin’, love.”
He turned to you, synthetic eyes wide and emoted.
“C’mere, come try.”
He shook the cloth in a ‘come hither’ motion, paint flecks landing on his shirt. You approached him happily, getting close to his mask-clad face.
“Don’ get too close t’ the fumes now, babe.” You rolled your eyes at his playful tone, turning back towards the art to get your first real look at it.
A low whistle came from behind you, “Nice view.”
“Shut it, bug.”
“Arachnid.”
“Whatever.”
You felt Hobie grab his web, releasing his ankles and dropping down by one arm. His feet hurting the ground with a small scuff.
Taking the first good look at his creation, you noticed how you were the centre of it. A dazzling smile with your features painted in a light you’d never known. He’d made you feel so beautiful.
The colours behind you complimented the shades of your hair and strokes of abstract making your features evermore admirable.
“Jesus, Hobie — this is gorgeous.”
“All you, babe.”
He crowded up behind you, letting his slender hands carter’s the skin along your waist and stomach. His muffled voice dropped low to your ear. “Like this, doll.” His right hand travelled up your arm, sliding over yours and disconnecting to wipe at the fresh paint.
His left hand stayed put against your abdomen, squeezing unconsciously. He handed you the cloth, watching your fingers wrap around the fabric and bringing his hand back to your upper arm, rubbing along your skin in a soothing matter.
“Now drag it along there, yeah? Right where it’s still wet.”
You snorted at the innuendo. Hobie scoffing at your childish thoughts and softly pinching your skin.
“Oh, grow up.”
You refocused, dragging your hand along the shade of purple and blue. Streaking them together and revealing the pink underneath.
“Good, you’re a natural at this point.”
You laughed lightly, turning your head towards his.
“It was one stroke, Hobes.”
He winked, a devilish smirk rising his smile lines. “All it takes wit’ you, ain’t it?”
“Oh my god, you’re crude.”
“Nah baby, ‘m honest ‘s all.”
You brought your hand back towards you looking up at the painting again. "Finishing touches."
You gave him a quick, curious "hmm?", before you felt the cloth leave your hands too fast for you to realise. The "thwip" of his webs alerting you of his methods — right as the sound registered in your head, he had shot another back onto the aforementioned pipe, and reached to swipe at the paint around your hair, melting it into you and making you stand out stark against the cohesive colours.
"Looks good, dun' it babe?"
"Uhuh."
He spared you a glance, smiling under his mask at the distracted sound of your voice, when he caught you watching him, and not his painting — he could excuse it.
A thought had breached your head, one that had been popping up ever since you had gone to dimension 1806 with him.
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"Hobie, I'm not a spider person! I can't leave!"
"But I made you a watch?" "
Yes— thank you, I love it. But also that's not the point."
"But the watch.."
"Fuck, fine. Whatever. Don't use that tone on me again."
"Say it's for science."
"Fuck science."
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That day you had found something.. intriguing. A comic. With a rather interesting cover design. Spiderman — not yours — plastered on the front, upside down, with his mask folded up and kissing Mary Jane. It was probably the most romantic thing you'd ever seen. And now you had the chance.
"Baby."
Hobie stopped wiping the excess paint, giving you his full attention. "Yeah doll, what's 'e matter?"
"Can you— do the thing.. you were doing before?"
He gave you a quizzical look, eyes in his mask squinting. "Painting? I'm almost done, sweethear'. Now I just got'a wipe way the—,"
"No.. no, the uhh.. Thing."
"Babe, ya' gon' have ta' be a bit more specific."
"The— upside down thing."
He snorted. Still hanging from his left hand. "Wh— yeah? I can do it, but—,"
"Don't question my decisions, Hobes."
"God damn, sweethear', speak t' me like 'at more often."
You laughed just as he did, glee falling from your lips as you shifted closer to him. He twisted his body to raise his legs above himself, wrapping the webs around his ankles once more.
"Now what—"
You brought your hands up to his spandex covered cheeks, tracing the lines of his cheekbones under the soft skin of your fingers.
Tracing your hands higher, you toyed with the lip of his mask. Exposing the skin of his neck and watching his Adams apple bob out of nerve. "Can I?"
"Whatever you want, Luv."
You rolled the mask just past his nose, hooking it over his bridge, surprising him. He opened his mouth to question why you hadn't taken the whole thing off, before your lips stopped him.
He melted into you, your hands stroking over his cheeks and chin.
It was awkward trying to find your position at first, but you both quickly adapted, his hands finding the belt loops of your jeans and tugging you closer to him. You smiled into the kiss and he followed, laughing about how this was the motive to your request.
Your lips disconnected and he grinned like a fool.
"Tha's why?"
"Oh, shut. It was romantic."
He chuckled again, pulling you in for another kiss.
"Never said otherwise, pretty thing."
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phone still broken , just like my heart hastag KIILL ME BOW
that was sarcasm but YIPEEEE HOBIEEEE!!!!!
#hobie x reader#hobie x you#hobie brown x reader#hobie my beloved#spiderverse x reader#spider punk x reader#spider punk#hobie brown#atsv hobie#hobart brown
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🔆 Opposite Day! ☽
A Security Breach tickle fic, featuring the Daycare Attendant(s) Sun, and Moon! (Both boys get equal amounts of Wrecking or your money back-)
As a result of a crappy visit to parts and services, Sun finds Moon has a new sunny accessory around his faceplate and the daytime counterpart is far from satisfactory. However, when Moon goes to do repairs, those new ray sensors decide to make themselves known, and not in the way that was expected.
Thank you @coy-lee and @laughterfixs for helping me edit this fic! 😁 I appreciated the help, and as much as I would deny, the high pitched screeching that came out of our editing method 🤣
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Sun's rays were gone. No joke, the now bald animatronic looked like a McDonald's egg patty. The other day, the Daycare Attendant(s) took a trip to parts and service for a tiny upgrade to their sensory system, and a little adjustment to their mobility settings. Everything seemed spick and span coming back from parts and services the day before- so, how come he isn't now? Oh how he and Moon HATED to go to parts and services... They seemed to do more damage than help.
Sun huffed, hooking the lunar-wire to his back to pull themselves up to their room. Typical matentience staff. He entered the room inward from the balcony, a close up view of trash cluttering the floor, and children's drawings painting the walls. They were going to have to solve this problem on their own, like always. Crawling into the dark depths of Moon's room. The daytime bot shifted control to the naptime animatronic. Moon had fixed them before using other bots, so maybe he could find a way to reactivate his-
Oh. ...
There they were.
His vision froze on the mirror in his half of the storage room, possibly more confused than Sun in the moment. Moon tried moving the rays, much to his shock that he could move each individually, or all together if he wanted to. This was to his brother's annoyance, as the security bot began to play with them by making himself look like a cat, or axolotl, even a pokemon by stretching the top two rays out as far as they could go!
"Well that is... peculiar..." he stated in a nonchalant fashion.
Peculiar? Those were HIS RAYS! This was more than just peculiar, this was DISTURBING!
"Oh don't be so dramatic Sunny... it's not THAT bad~ I think I like this new look."
Moon posed like a geek in the mirror, flaunting his new rays in various positions like a model. He looked absolutely ridiculous! Sun's rays didn't even match him.
Moon chuckled at Sun's party-pooper mindset, deciding to give one last pose in the mirror by imitating Sun's side of their statue.
'Haha... really funny Moon.'
"Hehehah... I'm glad you think so! I think it's hilarious~"
After his obnoxious laughter stopped, Moon decided to focus on the task at hand:
Fixing this.
Moon jingled his way over to a lone, deactivated security bot to pry it open and steal away some lone wires, connectors, sensory chips, even a couple of servos. Taking the new repair supplies with him, Moon kicked open a loose plank among the closet floor to reveal stolen parts and service equipment.
Sun really doesn't like knowing this stolen staff equipment was here, but... this was really their only resolution. Moon has since cut off their hidden security camera from seeing the surplus of tools, otherwise they would have probably visited the shock conditioning chamber again.
"Don't be nervous," the lunar bot soothed, "I'm not going to hurt us. This is a minor fix. First I need to examine how exactly this happened."
Moon's fingers lightly excavated the rays. Even though he could move them, he for some reason couldn't feel them... how odd. Involuntary movement arose from the tiny triangles as he lightly measured the edges of them from bottom to top inbetween his index finger and thumb.
Sun gasped inside of his head at the foreign sensation, doing all he could to try and retract his rays, but they wouldn't budge.
"Is something wrong Sunny? It doesn't hurt, does it?"
Moon wanted to be extra careful with his opposites rays. They were the equivalent to hair with nerve-endings, or a less gross example being the inside of a human ear.
'N-no! It doesn't... just- be-Ee Carefuhul…'
His brother's thumb had feathered over the center of his sunrays... It was terribly ticklish- but, he had to stay quiet. Moon didn't know he was sensitive in THAT way on this area... If he did, he wouldn't hear the end of it.
Moon warily accepted the warbled answer, his finger now venturing to the back of their faceplate. Everything felt in order back there... Dangit! If only he had a mirror.
'Actually-'
Moon froze at the sound of Sun's thoughts overlapping his own.
Surely if Sun had a physical body, he would be fidgeting with his fingers.
'I have a mirror. It's just… hidden.'
Moon cocked his head with confusion at the response.
"Where?"
The two then played a little game of 'hot-cold' until Moon came across a tiny, dirty carpet.
'hot HOT! BURNING!!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!'
Moon burst into giggly hiccups, raspy and Disney villain sounding. Their antics truly made his smile grow wider, even on the cloudiest of days. The lunar animatronic lifted the carpet to find a rather gruesome looking hole, wood splintered all around it in the shape of a foot.
'There was a... happy little accident that happened a while back when I was dancing. So much so, I kiiiinda decided to use it to keep things in like you do with that plank!'
Sun, the rule follower, the rule stickler, the anxious little Golden retriever that stuck to his programming... he STOLE things??
... Moon was so proud!
Sun was finally growing a backbone to scavenge!
What mainly decorated the hidden section were supplies intended for childcare purposes... also a purse.
"Seems you're more of a thief than I am!" Moon chuckled, rummaging through the compartment, placing his hands on the handheld mirror inside.
'I wouldn't go that far.. I merely like to have supplies management refuses to give us.'
"Oh, you mean like some parent's purse you stole? They still have their wallet in here!"
'.... I'm done talking now.'
"PFFFT-"
Moon snickered over his friend's grumpy nature, covering the hole back up with the rug and skittering back to the mirror in his room.
He held the mirror behind his faceplate before flipping one specific nerve ending switch ontop of their head.
"There. Our faceplate and your sun rays have the pain receptors turned off... Let's see..."
Moon took the back hatch off of their faceplate to see where the error was.
Aha, the orange and blue wires.
The orange wires intended for sun's rays were plugged into the activation port for his hat hatch... speaking of which- he realized he wasn't WEARING his hat at all... did that mean Sun-?
Nope. Sun didn't have his hat today... He guessed that maybe maintenance didn't properly plug the hat turning system after the upgrades, nor pushed in the stability settings for transitioning. While reaching for the plug, the long ribbon around Moon's wrist SLOWLY feathered across three of Sun's rays. It took him by surprise, so he couldn't stop his reaction.
'OHOHOMY GOODNEHESS-'
The animatronic stopped in his tracks, a bewildered look replacing the neutral one from before. Now that was straaaaange..
'N-No it wasn't! You just need to get back to the task at HaahahnnhnnhnhnnNHNND!? EEEEK!!'
Moon's hands had since traveled from the back of their faceplate to feel over two of Sun's rays.
"Such a peculiar reaction Sunny... I'm certain something may be wrong with your rays... Seems I might need to Investigate further."
Investigate? Uh oh...
'You really don't need to do this, it's probAHAHABLY NYAHAHA!!'
Moon drew a continuous spiral on one of them, while scratching at the other like a lottery card.
"You seem very happy brother~ Whatever could be soooooo funny, hm?" The lunar animatronic teased as the rays attempted to cha-cha away from his fluttering digits.
'OHOHO- NoOhohothing! NOHoTHing at ahall!!"
Moons fingers stopped for a moment to trace the edges of each ray starting from the bottom.
"Oh? It doesn't sound like nothing little star... my my my... you couldn't be-"
Moon got to the top two rays, and began to skitter his fingers quickly behind them.
"Tickle-tickle, tiiiicklish here? Could you?"
'SQUEAAAAHH!! Yohou MEheahHeaANIE! yohuhuu jeherrkyJEHERKjeEeherk!!'
"JerkyJerkjerk? Oh goodness, Sunny. I'm Offended. Maybe I should teach you a lesson... hehe..."
Moon smirked in the mirror as he began to spin Sun's rays in a circle.
'Wh... whahat are you doing!?'
The animatronic wiggled his fingers, continuously staring in the mirror so sun could see his demise. The moving digits moved closer until-
🎶"The rays on the sun went round' and round'~" 🎶
He began to sing the tune to wheels on the bus while tickling the life out of Sun's ultra sensitive rays.
'MYAHAHAYAAAA!! QUHIHIT IT!!'
🎶"Round' and round', "🎶
Ontop of his rays.. Skitter skitter, itch itch, wiggle wiggle~
🎶"Round' and round'!"🎶
'AHAHAAHA IHIHIT TIHICKLES TOO MUHUCH!!'
🎶"The Rays on the Sun went round and round'~"🎶
Behind his rays.. Skitter, scritch, skitter skitter, wiggle-
'EHEHEEEEHAHAHAAAA!! YOUHO BUTT!!'
"🎶All through the day~!🎶 Ooh- more name calling? That means another verse is in order!"
'NohHOuuHuHUhu!!! MOHOHOONIE NOHO!!'
The lunar attendant changed things up a bit by making the rays retract, and eject while spinning.
🎶 "the rays on the sun went in and out~" 🎶
Moon used all of his fingers, targeting specific rays that had retracted, waiting for them to pop out in order to tickle them again.
Pop! Wiggle-wiggle wiggle~
Pop! Skitter-skitter skit~
Pop! Tickle-tickle tickle~
'AHAHAHAAAA!! IHIM WAHARNING YOUOHO!! Yohou BEHETTER STAHAP!!'
Moon could sense that Sun was actually having a lot of fun through their thin, invisible mental wall, so he decided to crank it up a little.
"🎶In and out~ in and out!~🎶 or what, give me a headache? You can't touch me~!"
Gitchygitchygitchy, itchy itchy, tingly tickles spread everywhere after Sun's threat, and the teasy song didn't help
' MWAHAHAAAA!! WEHE'LL SEEEHEHEEE!! EhAhahAaa!!'
🎶"The rays on the sun went in and out~ all through the day!"🎶
It was instantaneous when the power seemingly went out in Moon's arms. Great, another problem that he now physically couldn't fix.. maybe he would have to go down to-
As soon as Moon looked down, he immediately noticed a change in his arms...
"Yellow?" He asked aloud, extremely confused… that is until he realized.
They weren't HIS arms anymore...they were-
Sun's.
The yellow hands cracked their fingers and knuckles as a huffing, wheezing Sun voice inside of Moon's head starting to laugh without mirth.
'Heheheaha... ihi... I warned you~'
It turned out Sun's theory was correct earlier about the light sensors being breachable due to plug inactivity.. now to get some MUCH needed revenge.
The yellow limbs began to lightly trace over Moon's torso, making him squeak and sputter.
"Wahait!! I- We can tahalk about this Sunny!"
'Talk? You mean like how you tickled me to speechlessness? Sure, we can do that!~'
Moon let out a squeal as the digits dusted over his ribs, fluttered under his arms into his wires, feathered over his neck, traced over the edge of the moon crescent of his fa-
"SQUEAA!!" Moon screeched as Sun traced over the lower section of the crescent that would be considered his 'jaw'. Sun stilled at the reaction, baffled at the energy that erupted from seemingly nowhere. Moon felt Sun's sinister intentions bubble inside of their processor. The previous attacker grew nervous at the silence and the lack of movement from Sun's arms
"I-I uh-" Before Moon could say anything, Sun attacked. One hand flew to Moon's sensitive little tummy as the other danced over his jawline, drawing spirals in the moon crescent's craters like Moon did on Sun's rays earlier.
"SQUEAAAAAHEAHEAAAA!! EHEHEHEHE! -HIC-! ahahAhahahahAHAH!!" The sensation was overbearing!
Sun was used to tickling. Sun got to play with the kids all the time... however, since Moon was naptime duty on main, he hasn't built up quite the sensor tolerance Sun has, nor the fan speed.
Sun's left hand rapidly scrunched against the middle of Moon's tummy, barely touching his dent... OH how ticklish it felt- he never thought his tummy could feel so tingly.
"IHIHIT- EHEHEHEEEE! SUHUHUNNY- PLEHEHAhahaAh!!"
'Please? You're gonna have to specify! Did you mean please go faster? Do these tickles make you happy moon? Do they? Do they? Awww of coooourse they do!~ Why else would you be so giddy?'
With that, Sun sped the tickling up on the poor little tummy and ticklish little craters.
"OHOHOHO NOHOHO!! NAUGHAHAUGHYTY THIHING!! NauAHAHAUAHTY- NAUGAHATYHEHE! NYAHAHAAHAAA!!"
'Gitchygitchygitch! Oho tickle tickle little Moonshine~'
Sun's voice echoed in sickeningly sweet baby talk.
'Is the tiny, little astronaut that ticklish to you? Hm?? Them walking allll over your tummy, and face? Over your cute little craters?'
The left yellow hand began to mimic walking motions, wiggling each 'foot' into his moon plate with each step, circling and tickling in each tiny crater he could find.
"EHEHAKAKA!!" The lightswitch- he NEEDED to get to the light switch.
Sun inwardly gasped, beginning to tickle more skillfully instead of playful skitters as Moon's plan echoed through their mind. Not only did the solar animatronic have a lot of tolerance, but he also had a lot of experience giving tickles out, especially to adults as per his playful and teasy nature.
The nighttime animatronic sputtered and spat chortle to cackle as the hands began to travel. His ribs, his hips, even seeing the sensitivity of the little buttons on his chest, his neck.
And. It. Tickled. HORRIBLY.
Moon could barely keep himself up in these circumstances. His legs felt like jello, yet somehow, some way, Moon managed to make it over to the lightswitch.
'Ah ah ah! Not so fast~'
Moon was forced downward, sun's arms somehow pulling the rest of his body away from the lightswitch and to his ankles. Upon this the devilish yellow fingers inched around his ankles, and heels, tracing eights and infinity signs all over to throw him off. Moon screeched as his 'Achilles heel-s' were discovered. The animatronic couldn't move an inch from this terribly ticklish situation as both hands held his ankles captive. It was when the hands forced his foot up did he lose balance. The naptime attendant fell on his butt, his shoed feet at the very mercy of his brother.
'Let's seee~ what's behind curtain number one?!'
The first shoe came off, revealing the foot underneath. Moon's feet were much like his hands, accept it had sensory cushioning on the bottoms to prevent finger crushing. The yellow digits lightly traced the sensory pad, and under moon's toes before coming back to the top of his foot.
"KEEEEHEHEHAHAHA- NAHAT THE FEET SUHUHUN- NOHO-"
'Not the feet? Not the feet? Is it possible they're terrrribly sensitive to kitchies? Hmmmm?'
KITCHIES!?
Sun lightly scrunched over the top of the revealed foot before pulling the other slipper off.
Moon wiggled his toes as his brother traced lines all around the tops of his feet, paying attention to the tippy top of the little beans.
Snorting, Moon quickly tried to think of a plan through his laughter and Sun's teasing... AHA!
He wouldn't think what the plan was but he was going to do it.
'Do it if you dare~ I'll get at the bottoms of your feet if you try anything funny moon…'
Funny? Why would he try anything funny? He was the least funny person he kn-
Suddenly, Moon's hat projectile launched from the top of ther faceplate and upward at the lightswitch, leaving Sun to gasp internally.
‘You sneaky little rules twister- that's it!’
Just as Sun began to mercilessly skitter everywhere on the bottom of Moon's feet, the light switch had been flipped, turning the lights on.
His arms are now on the outside of Sun's body...
Oh... this was going to be fun~
"I uh-"
Before Sun could even come up with something to say, Moon's fingers flicked and fluttered vigorously around Sun's Tummy and ribs, even under his arms at one point.
"OHOHO MY STAAAHAHAHAAARS!! NYAHAHAAHAAA- MOOOHOHOOOON!"
'Paybaaaack~'
"Paybahahack!? YOUHOU'RE THEHE ONE WHOHO STAHAHRTED-"
bam the wires.
"AAAAAHAHAHAA- OHOHOKAY! OKAHAHAY! MEHEHERCY!! I PLEHEHEAD THE FIHIHITH!!"
As soon as the words left Sun's mouth, Moon stopped.
The conjoined animatronic twins turned on their internal fans, cooling their shared system as they lay on the floor.
Sun airily laughed the rest of his giggles out, eventually calming down.
"Hehe..aha.."
'Did you have fun?' Moon asked as their system returned back to its normal heating stats.
"... Maybe."
'Hehehe~ thought so!'
After a moment, Sun wobbled to his feet regaining his balance to step to the lightswitch again. Moon gave his brother the ability to swap their limbs again, so when they turned the lights off again, he would be able to fix them.
The lights turned off with a swift flick, changing Moon back into himself again, as bald and shiny headed as king Neptune without his crown. His hat was laying on the floor, but he'd pick that up later.
Without hesitation, he traversed back to the mirror again to fix the wires.
… were they that tangled before?
Perhaps Moon and Sun's ticklish scuffle tangled the wires up more than they were… their back faceplate cover was off during it.
"... well this will be difficult."
'HEY- uh… actually… what if we just… didn't fix it?'
Moon smirked at that, his attention fully on his brother now, that of which Sun felt. A bit nervous, he continued.
'I mean- if I'm able to swap your limbs out for mine… w-we can just… I don't know… keep that feature?'
That sounded like a fun little quirk… especially if they wanted to do something like this again.
"You know… that's not a bad idea. Who would really notice anyway?"
And from then on… nobody really did. Well- not except for when laughter could be heard coming from the fazbear theatre.. but Sun and Moon publically chocked it up to daycare antics rather than any insinuated malfunction if an employee were to ask.
Yet another secret well hidden by the mystery(ies) that was(ere) the Daycare Attendant(s).
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The Shadowbane - an interactive fiction WIP
The Shadowbane was a hero of Tavaria during its founding days. According to historians, it was them who faced the first incursion of Shades and won. They banished the Shades back behind the veils, a magical barrier separating the land of mortalkind and the northern waste. This singular action gave Tavarians a long respite to rebuild and prosper. However, the happy days ended when an unknown source of magical power breached the veil, releasing the vile creatures from the captivity. Tavaria, struck unprepared, suffered defeats after defeats, its fair lands ravaged and its king perished in battles. In a desperate attempt to fight back, the Shadowbane was resurrected.
Or so they thought. For when you woke up, you could not remember anything.
In this game, you can:
Save the Kingdom of Tavaria by banishing the Shades. Or join the foes to destroy everything.
Find out who you really are.
Uncover the secrets behind the Shades. Where did they come from? Who made them?
Romance or build friendship with any of the 7 possible companions. You will get to experience an exclusive route with them after the end of the common route.
Gather your party and venture forth!
1. Ser Wymond
Ser Wymond is the younger brother of the late king of Tavaria. He is loyal and steadfast, with his whole heart devoted to the restoration of his beloved country. Mallaidh, the sky witch who travels with you, claims that he is stubborn and inflexible as a bull, but that is probably because the pair never sees eye to eye. As the other heir of the royal line, he takes his duty seriously, but he often doubts his ability to lead, considering he has always followed his brother’s command.
He is a man in late thirties with the distinctive Tavarian royal features. His hair, eyes and skin are pale, with a prominent nose and a sharp cheeks. There are streaks of silver in his hair and lines around his eyes, but his hold of shield remains steady, and his skill of sward play is unmatched among his peers.
2. Princess Kaelyn
Princess Kaelyn is the only daughter of the late king of Tavaria. After her father’s fatal defeat at the hands of Shades and Marauders, she gathered what was left of his army and marched south to recover. However, her quest to seek aid in Shairia has met with different levels of jeers and dismissals, for a monarch without a Kingdom holds no sway in the eyes of Southern Lords.
It does not help that she appears quite unconventional in their eyes. Tall and pale with an iron mask always fastened on top of her face, the Princess earned her moniker “The Iron Maiden” with her harsh and aloof personality. Nobles of southern origins snicker at her mask behind her back, claiming that she must be disfigured to wear it all the time.
3. Arvid the Shapeshifter
Arvid was a spy of the Marauders. He defected to your side to save his own skin, but that earns him no love from the Tavarians. Only Mallaidh finds him intriguing, but her interest is purely academic. His ability to shapeshift into a nightingale is useful as a scout, but like the bird, Arvid lacks courage to actually excel at the role.
When he arrives at Shairia, he is instantly entranced by the culture of merry-making. He likes to disguise himself as a Shairian, and it would work if not for his distinctive northern features. He is gangly with a long nose and a narrow chin, a mop of wild brown curls and a pair of bright blue eyes. His voice is lovely, however, and that earns him some affection among the Shairian folks.
4. Mallaidh, the Lumian Sorceress
Mallaidh is one of the mysterious Lumians - the first creation of the sun-god Bael. She is a formidable witch wielding Light Magic, and an exceptional healing should the situation calls for it. Wymond distrusts her, not because of her intentions but due to her methods. To him, her ways seem overly cruel, but Mallaidh simply considers them effective ways to end the threats of Shades once and for all.
You learned that she is the only ever ventured out for so long. Like her sisters, she is created to appear beautiful in the eyes of men, with a face that rivals art itself, and a thick pelt of shimmering golden feathers covering the top of her head and the end of her limbs. Unlike men, she has talons instead of hands, and they prove to be an effective weapon should she need to defend herself.
5. Scribe Seraphinus
Scribe Seraphinus seems to stand out from the fair-headed, pale-skinned northmen, with his olive skin and raven-black hair. Indeed, he is a man of eastern origin, a former slave in the Azure Empire. Princess Kaelyn found him in a flesh market, and freed the man once she knew Seraphinus speaks at least sixteen different tongues. Seraphinus, grateful for the rescue, pledged his service to the princess. He serves as a guide when she stays in Shairia.
Seraphinus is reserved and elusive, but he can be quite passionate when talking about knowledge of any kind. True to his nature, he has taken up the task of scourging for your origin. The place he stayed is rather dusty, but the man does not seem to mind. He even has a small magical workshop set up inside, where he studies magic systematically. To him, magic is learned, unlike Mallaidh who is born with the innate talent to master it.
6. Caitrín of Aramore
Caitrín is the mythical companion of the Shadowbane. She is said to be a fearsome warrior maiden, towering over both the champion and the first king of Tavaria. According to a popular Shairian ballad, she was in love with the champion, although they never reciprocated it. In the end, she was heartbroken when the hero perished in the final act of sacrifice. There is no records of her afterwards, but the ballad suggested that she was no mortal, and was merely hiding deep in the mountains near the Everpeak, mourning for her long-lost heart’s desire.
If the ballad is telling the truth, Caitrín was a woman with silky black hair and lovely hazel eyes. She protected the champion in many occasions, placing herself between them and danger. The steadfast loyalty she displayed never failed to move the more romantic audience to tears.
7. ???
You are not sure what they are, but you get the sense that they are a being as ancient as the sun-god Bael. Mysterious and formless, they seem to come to your defense at your most precarious moment, without asking anything in return. You are unsure if you should trust them, despite their proclamation that they have no ulterior motives.
Forum thread to report bugs/provide feedback: Link
Note that since it is still in early stages, I plan to implement the save feature once the common routes are completed.
Currently it’s about 2 chapters done, and I plan on updating every 4 weeks.
Cover image is by my roommate Jo, and they are planning to draw some of the characters as well!
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ok if Leahy is an idiot who doesn't know what he's doing.... what if the foundation doesn't know about his personal army project? It would be impossible to know if the anomalous spawns could be controlled or what anomalies that'd have. So much risk 👀
Very high risk-unknown reward. The dude is desperate. The O5 have given him more leeway and responsibilities than the typical site director simply because of the nature of Site-20.
(Gonna go into a lore rant and explain a little bit why Leahy is the way he is, there are reasons behind his actions. A lot of it has to do with the site and the O5's expectations)
Disclaimer: Site-20 doesn't firmly exist in "canon" so I adopted it as my own
Site-20 an experimental facility meant to negate all of the mistakes of Site-19 through various security measures, and the fact the different containment zones are separated from each other by physical distances. All of Site-20 is underground, and you can only reach other zones by skybridge, which can be retracted/destroyed during breaches. Only SCPs that can levitate/float/fly can breach the zones, and those can be contained/destroyed by various defensive weapons that are activated during breaches. Think anti-aircraft guns, but for anomalies.
There are other automated containment measures that go into place during a breach that are tailored to the most dangerous and unstable SCPs. Many of these measures will incapacitate and destroy any biological entities in the area, including any unfortunate staff caught in it. Most staff aren't even aware of these measures--that if the system wanted to, it could flash vaporize entire wings of Heavy Containment. This site wasn't built to prevent breaches, it was built to stop them with brutal finality.
Take a facility like that, the O5 is going to want to put in a site director that doesn't shy away from using unpleasant methods. So Leahy has this lethal facility that could kill a fraction of his staff at any given moment, including himself, and then on top of that, the O5 also says "hey btw, here's 682 and a way to kill it. Don't fuck it up."
He fucks it up. Has to lie about it to cover his ass, and now he's got a staff member who can negate the effects of SCPs? Of course he's going to speed run experiments and programs on her. He's on a countdown timer. Either there's going to be a massive breach someday, and most of them die, or 682 is going to break out, in which case all of them die.
So yeah, he's an asshole, but the O5 Council aren't there to save anyone. They put the guy in charge, and they may not know everything he does, but nothing we've seen so far would shock them. They wouldn't care about Reid, only how useful she is.
(I know on AO3 I have tags that say "the Foundation does some highly unethical experiments, even the O5 would be scandalized" but that was meant to be tongue-in-cheek. They're the O5 Council, they don't give a shit)
Leahy is a product of the Foundation's policies and history, and it's not an error that he's the Site Director of Site-20.
#the raven's hymn#the raven's hymn spoilers#corundumb#leahy#site 20#tldr; the system isn't broken and leahy is a natural result of that system#he's so desperate it makes him look stupid#donno if this is really a spoiler but tagging anyway
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While we will be getting back into the action this post, it's been a while, so we can call this ample cause for a 'recap'. This will be a bit of a long one.
You have been designated Masters in this Great Holy Grail War within a virtual space known as the Solar Cell- however, according to a shadow-clad Avenger and your summoned Servant 'INVADER' (True Name - 'KUKULKAN'), you're currently also meant to destroy the Solar Cell as well. From all sides, there seems to be a level of conflict- both between the Servants that are active in this war and the Servants overseeing it- known as Lair Servants who posses special items known as 'Trigger Keys'.
These 'Trigger Keys' are your best known method of progressing further within the Solar Cell to gain answers, regardless of whether your final goal is destruction or not. Seven keys are possessed by the Lair Servants, and seven seem to be possessed by darkened husks of once-mighty Servants.
Seven required to breach the next 'level' of the virtual space, and seven more to push even further.
Collect the keys, and survive the War. Simple, right?
...Well, things have become a bit... tangled.
Your original Servant, AVENGER (True Name - 'ANTONIO SALIERI'), has been separated from you by the machinations of the imperial (yet petty) Servant, CASTER- who seems to have her own personal vendetta. Additionally, the SABER-class Servant (True Name - CHARLEMAGNE) is searching for the Trigger Keys for his own purposes.
And that isn't even getting into the BEAST.
The summoning of the corrupted Emperor Nero Claudius, the manifestation of the 'Whore of Babylon', was forcibly generated from the humble Servant 'LUCIUS' by your meddling- going from a simple monitor for this Holy Grail War to a terrifying creature.
This act caused a schism between Masters and Servants- as the Beast-class Servant 'Draco' severed her contract and disappeared to wreck havoc to the Solar Cell on her own accord, and the noble emperor RIDER (True Name - 'CONSTANTINE XI') being bound by Command Spell to hold his blade when dealing with the rogue Beast, as to try to negotiate a peaceful resolution.
Which meant that there were three Servants on a destruction quest, two of them were at odds, and one of those was a rogue Beast.
So, you know. Things are a bit awkward and a tad complicated. It happens.
Regardless, the goal still remains the same right now. Collect the keys, and survive the War. There's just some cleanup to be done along the way.
But now you find yourselves hunting down the rogue apocalyptic Servant, either to pacify her, slay her, or both. However, as you entered the 'Blade's Tomb' with the Servant PRETENDER, you found a mysterious message from a Servant that resembled CASTER, and a burning-hot Crimson Blade that apparently once belonged to the BEAST. However, before you could continue further, you found yourselves battling against a Servant wielding two blades- one that you once recognized as MIYAMOTO MUSASHI, and chose to engage.
The swordswoman moved like water, her swordsmanship constantly shifting- adjusting to both the careful swordsmanship of RIDER and the martial arts of INVADER. PRETENDER stood at a distance, arms crossed.
PRETENDER: "I see, she must be the 'defense mechanism' for this place. Think of her like a guard dog. Of course, that means while most Servants would see a two-on-one battle and try to think of a strategy, she'll just keep pushing until her job is done."
CONSTANTINE: "Well, all things considered, she's impeding us on our way to the Whore of Babylon. So, if we can't think of a way around--"
KUKULKAN: "--Then we go right through!"
Like a missile, the Invader surged forward, swinging her legs in a mighty kick as her body emanated shining mana.
The sword saint raised a blade, blocking the attack as the impact created by the maneuver caused a tremor, small bits of rubble from the old stone catacombs trickled downward as the shadowed Servant stumbled backwards, knocked off balance- and KUKULKAN took a step back as well, looking around with wide eyes.
KUKULKAN: "Woah! I felt the walls shake!"
CONSTANTINE: "I see. So you have the physical strength to handle this Servant, but the walls may not be able to keep up. We'll have to be cognizant of that if we choose to keep fighting…"
KUKULKAN: "Then I guess we'll have to brainstorm then…!"
CONSTANTINE: "Our Masters may be able to pick up on details that we're missing. We can at least stall until then!"
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Welcome back to those returning, and welcome to any new players!
As we're getting back into the swing of things, there's no big poll choices until next week. But, generally you'll be given a poll as to what to do next, with majority rule winning.
This means that your asks, discussions, and comments will be considered as potential courses of action! Asking questions about the scene, trying to gain information from other characters, sending in your own personal suggestions for actions, and everything else will all play into how the story develops week by week, and what you'll get to vote on in the next main post! Expand your options, and talk with each other to reach victory!
However, even without any big polls, we can at least establish this:
The 'Leader' is the character that will generally end up as the focus of the main posts, while additional Servants will have shorter, supplementary 'action posts' to decide their choices.
Outside of that, there's not much mechanical difference- purely narrative. Make sure to see the pinned post and the November Update posts for further details and changes!
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Brianna Ghey Trial Day 1 CliffNotes
legal disclaimer: Because British people are the most fragile people in the world, they have made a law that says if you ever analyze an ongoing legal case then that's grounds for a mistrial. As a result I am required to state that none of the following text is editorializing. Now obviously this is a breach of my rights and normally as an American I would respond to it with tar and feathers that would be logistically hard for me to do so I guess I'll follow the rules.
Defendants: X(♀︎) Y(♂︎)
The judge asked about vigils on the jury questionaire
X and Y have been friends since they were 11
In the past X offered to kill a potential suitor, M(♂︎), of Y's love interest A(♀︎) for him
Prosecution deadnamed Brianna Ghey
X liked to watch dark web torture/snuff videos
X claims to have killed other people
X was interested, possibly romantically, in Brianna and told Y this in November of 2022
Y responded by calling Brianna "it" and the t-slur and saying that X was fascinated by her "unnatural nature"
X and Y attempted to kill Brianna with an ibuprofen overdose in January 2023 (it didn't work)
X states that she wanted to use this method because Brianna was suicidal so her death would look like an accident
X asks Y to help her kill C(♂︎), S(♂︎), and R(♂︎)
Y suggests killing E(♂︎) who he calls a "nonce" (pedophile) and X and Y plan to set him up using an instagram account
E blocks them so they decide to kill Brianna
X suggests they stab her
Y comments that he wants to know if Brianna will "scream like a girl or a boy"
They decide to set her up by inviting her to do cocaine with them
They make a new plan and explicitly design it so they can both stab Brianna
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Outer Child, chapter 16
( The scientists all want answers from each other. )
Outer Child, chapter 16
Warnings: none
Words: 1000~
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Memory returned, hazy at first, then in sharp clarity.
"SOME FUCKER TASED ME!"
With that out of her system, Victoria could take stock of her situation: she was in a medical containment room, lying on a bed, and not shackled to it. By the table, Combs and Usher were looking at her, startled.
Usher recovered first. "She sounds fine."
Before Victoria could ask, Combs said, "035 and 049 are back in containment. 035 was not removed from its host. They're fine, though confused and upset. And both adult, with their adult memories intact."
Victoria took a deep breath and nodded, the fight drained out of her knowing her spouses were safe. "Thank you. Good. What happened to 035?"
"One of the guards threw a Scranton Reality Anchor at it. That disrupted whatever it was doing and caused it to revert back to its humanoid form," said Combs. "You had it distracted."
"What was 035 talking to you about?" asked Usher.
"It said that it used its power to make me immune to its corrosive and gave me the ability to control my death-touch," Victoria admitted.
"I'm not volunteering," said Combs. "We'll do tests later."
Usher raised her eyebrows. "So … the only reason we're not thralls of god-king 035 is because instead of immediately taking over the world, it wanted to make you touchable?"
"It has its priorities," said West flatly. "Who was the SCP that 035 was using? Dolores? What happened to her?"
"SCP-132-ARC," said Usher. "An empath who was brought in maybe fifteen years ago. I didn't even know sapients could get an ARC designation. I suppose we learned all we could from it. It's recontained and recovering."
Victoria frowned. "035 said it had met her before. Why aren't we already thralls to god-king 035?"
"132-ARC's cell is shielded with 148 to keep it from getting overwhelmed by the rest of humanity," Usher explained. "If 035 went down to visit it at some point, they would be cut off from everyone but each other. No overpowered 035."
"So the SRA destabilised 035, but the effects that 035 caused remained - 049 remained restored, at least, and -" Victoria rubbed at her lips where she'd tasted Amica's corrosive, but someone had cleaned it away while she was unconscious. "I don't feel any damage from 035's fluid. But 035 reverted back to its 035-2 body rather than remaining in its 2264-3 form -" Victoria started.
Usher laughed. "If it could be explained logically, it wouldn't be an anomaly, it'd just be science. We don't know why yet. I have a lot of questions for 035 once it's calmed down."
"And before you ask, I don't know how the object works, I was only told that they'd figured it out because 049 was affected," said Combs. "We don't get to know everything."
One other piece was missing. "What happened to Ardente? 2264-1-a?"
"Its host body was ripped apart," said Usher. "The mask was still intact. It's been boxed up for now."
Having the information she wanted, Usher left. Victoria took a breath and levelled her gaze at Combs. "Colin. Thank you. For everything these past two months. You didn't have to let me keep 035 and 049 close. You didn't have to be as gentle to them as you were. You didn't have to try so hard to get them restored by the Foundation's methods."
"You and 049 are my subjects and therefore in my care. I decide how to treat you," said Combs. "035 was just part of the deal. Fortunately Usher decided that 035 was better off with you."
"I owe you so much and it kills me that I have no way to repay your kindness."
"If you owe me two months, then I want two months with no trouble from you," said Combs seriously. "No breaching. No taking advantage of breaches. Stay put and stay safe. And answer this: What were you doing in the hallway?"
"A pair of Insurgents dragged us out," said Victoria.
"Security footage shows you killing both Insurgents, then going deeper into the chaos. If you were alone, I would think you were just trying to help our people and the other SCPs. But you wouldn't put 049 and 035 at risk while they were transformed, not unless you thought there was a very good reason."
After all he'd done, he was owed the truth. "I was trying to reach SCP-2264-1-a's containment," Victoria admitted. "One of the 2264-3s contacted me weeks ago and said if I came to 2264-B, they would try to restore 035. Then I would be able to duplicate the process for 049. The 2264-3 instance said that 2264-1-a knew how to get there."
"I'm going to get more security measures put around 2264-1-a if it's able to escape containment, even if it hasn't got a host now," said Combs. "And you didn't tell me about this contact because you didn't trust the Foundation. You thought you would need to take up the offer so you kept the information to yourself."
"And I was correct." She looked away. "It was the last resort, however. I didn't want to risk returning to 2264-B if there was any other way, but the Foundation made it clear they weren't interested in helping. I would have given you more time, but the Insurgent attack seemed like the best opportunity to breach."
Combs pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay. I'm going to report this to Usher and she can ask the questions since it's 2264-related. You're released from medical. The guard will take you down to 049's containment."
Victoria felt her heart leap and she struggled for words. Combs smiled faintly. "You both need it. You get an extra day so you have time to fill him in on what happened, if he doesn't remember, or to find out his thoughts on the transformation if he does. I've told the higher-ups it's a reward for helping recontain 035 so they permitted it."
"Thank you."
"Thank me by staying contained."
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Accountability: Beyond Punishment
In the world of BDSM, the D/S dynamic is built upon trust, consent, and mutual understanding. Within this power exchange, accountability plays a crucial role in maintaining the integrity and harmony of the relationship. Dominants are responsible for ensuring that rules and boundaries are respected, and submissives must be held accountable for their actions. In D/S relationships, dominants employ a variety of consensual methods to hold submissives accountable, including clear communication, consistent discipline, the use of rituals, corrections, and providing aftercare and emotional support. These methods not only reinforce the power dynamic but also foster trust, promote personal growth, and maintain the integrity of the relationship.
Effective communication is the cornerstone of any successful D/S relationship. Dominants establish guidelines/rules and expectations that define the parameters of the dynamic. By fostering open dialogue, they ensure submissives
fully understand their responsibilities and the consequences of deviating from them. This is achieved through regular discussions, negotiation of limits, consent, and creating a safe space for expressing concerns or desires.
Dominants may also establish protocols for reporting their activities, thoughts, or emotions. Submissives can provide daily or weekly reports detailing their adherence to rules, any challenges they faced, or any potential breaches in behavior. This allows dominants to monitor progress and address any issues promptly, fostering a sense of accountability and reinforcing the power dynamic.
Consistency and structure are vital aspects of holding submissives accountable. Dominants establish clear guidelines and expectations that submissives are expected to follow. By setting consistent boundaries and guidance, dominants create a predictable framework that submissives can rely on.
When submissives fail to meet expectations, dominants address the issue promptly and consistently. This can involve employing various disciplinary methods, such as verbal correction, time-outs, or physical corrections, based on the established boundaries and negotiated limits. These consequences serve as reminders of the submissive's obligations and reinforce their accountability.
Rituals play an essential role in many D/S relationships. Dominants may introduce negotiated and consented rituals that symbolize the power dynamic and serve as reminders of the submissive's commitment and obedience. These rituals can range from simple acts like kneeling or using specific forms of address, to more elaborate rituals that signify submission or servitude.
Additionally, dominants may incorporate punishment or correction to hold submissives accountable for their actions. These are carefully negotiated, ensuring they align with the submissive's limits and are within the boundaries of their consent. The use of correction not only reinforces the power dynamic but also creates a sense of structure and accountability within the relationship.
Accountability extends beyond disciplinary measures; it also encompasses emotional well-being and growth. Dominants recognize the importance of aftercare and emotional support for submissives, especially after disciplinary actions. Aftercare involves nurturing and comforting submissives through physical affection, reassurance, and open communication. It helps rebuild trust and reinforce the bond between the dominant and submissive.
Furthermore, dominants facilitate the personal growth of submissives by providing guidance, mentorship, and constructive feedback. This involves setting goals, encouraging self-reflection, and promoting self-improvement. By nurturing the submissive's development, dominants hold them accountable for their personal growth and encourage them to strive for continuous improvement within the dynamic.
Holding submissives accountable in D/S relationships is a multifaceted process that encompasses clear communication, consistency, structure, rituals, and emotional support. The success of this accountability relies on the trust and mutual understanding established between dominants and submissives. By fostering open dialogue, setting clear expectations, and employing consistent discipline, dominants ensure submissives are aware of their responsibilities and the consequences of their actions. Rituals and corrections serve as reminders of the power dynamic, reinforcing the submissive's commitment and obedience. Additionally, aftercare and emotional support play a crucial role in maintaining the well-being of submissives and promoting personal growth. Ultimately, accountability within a lifestyle relationship goes beyond mere correction; it serves as a foundation for trust, growth, and the continued exploration of power dynamics. When implemented with care, these methods strengthen the bond between dominants and submissives, fostering a fulfilling and healthy D/S relationship.
What accountability methods do you prefer?
As with all of my thoughts, please see this disclaimer.
©TLK2023
#d/s relationship#d/s community#d/s blog#d/s real life#dom/sub#bdsmblog#bd/sm community#bd/sm lifestyle#ds community#chattingwiththelightkeeper#bdsmlife#bdsmrelationship#d/s lifestyle#d/s dynamic#bd/sm relationship#my thoughts#my writing
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A Concerto That Surprises You - Crazy:B
Writer: Happy Elements
Character(s): Amagi Rinne, Shiina Niki, Oukawa Kohaku, HiMERU
Translated by: jewwyfeesh
Kohaku: Anyway, we’ve also prepared a gift for you, Anzu-han. However, Rinne-han said it’ll simply be too borin’ if we hand it over just like that, so we’ll be usin’ the Crazy:B method ta make it more interestin’.
Season: Autumn
Location: Cafe "Cinnamon"
Rinne: Oh, yer here! I knew I’d be winnin’ this round, kyahahaha ☆
Earlier on, I had placed some bets with the other three – I bet that Anzu-chan would rush here in a quarter of an hour after receivin’ my message!
Really wasn’t expectin’ ya to turn up in ten minutes though! Were ya that excited to see me? How ‘bout ya ignore the others and go on a date with me today ♪
Kohaku: …Rinne-han, know yer limits. Always makin’ these kinda jokes… it’ll only cause Anzu-han’s impression of Crazy:B to go downhill.
Niki: Speaking of which… Nee-san, what’s in the bag that you’re holding? Could they be… snacks?
Waaah! Turns out they’re some welfare goods[1] from the agency, and nee-san’s brought them for us! Thank you so much! I’m digging in~! Om nom nom… ♪
Kohaku: Hey, don’t just stuff yer face without a care, Niki-han! Today’s meant for us to thank the Producer for takin’ care of us, that’s why we asked her to meet us here. If yer like this, how is it different from any other day?
Anyway, we’ve also prepared a gift for you, Anzu-han. However, Rinne-han said it’ll simply be too borin’ if we hand it over just like that, so we’ll be usin’ the Crazy:B method ta make it more interestin’.
HiMERU: …Apologies. Even though HiMERU thinks that doing it this way is a breach of etiquette, HiMERU would like to know – will Anzu-san fall for Amagi’s ruse?
Rinne: Come on then, Anzu-chan! There’s two boxes here on the table, and yer job’s to guess which one holds the present! Guess correctly, and it’ll be yours to take home ☆
HiMERU: Haha, Anzu-san looks rather conflicted. Would you like HiMERU to give you a little hint?
Niki: Nom nom~♪ To be honest, you don’t need to be so hesitant, nee-san. Which box you choose doesn’t matter, cause both of them contain the same present MmhHHmM[2]…!
Kohaku: Kekeke ♪ Though Rinne-han instantly jumped up to cover Niki-han’s mouth, it seems like he’s a tad too late.
HiMERU: That’s correct. Both boxes contain a present in each, so Anzu-san won’t be disappointed no matter which box she chooses.
…And so, this how Crazy:B delivers a surprise for you ♪
Welfare gifts are items that are given or kind words/best wishes offered in recognition of services rendered, or to show appreciation.
muffled niki screaming noises…
#a concerto that surprises you#cn 2nd anniversary#crazy:b#amagi rinne#shiina niki#oukawa kohaku#himeru#enstars translation
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Every time I see mentions of Izzy getting immediately mutinied it just gets more fascinatingly funny, and I feel like I've mentioned this before but not really laid out why.
Ok so first - the running gag of mutiny in this show is one of the things that's making metatexual commentary on themes while in-universe (at least on screen) being a handwavy gratuitous violence joke. And this works really well imo!
Thematically, mutiny is literally the first danger of pirate life that we are introduced to and we're immediately told that the way you protect yourself from it is being appropriately violent and masculine. Both because people will fear you and, more importantly, respect you. Stede's whole relationship with his crew is just him trying to find a way to be respected without having to conform to the social default level of violence (which he succeeds at!), while Edward quite literally never fears a mutiny / lack of respect because he and Izzy have already perfectly conformed ages ago (until he does!).
The handwaviness comes in because, well, it has to or this kind of seriously considered massive breach of trust would be a very hard thing to smooth over, and they do it by making the mutiny situations an absurdly disproportionate response every time they come up.
Because historically - and correct me if I'm wrong - mutinies were prompted by extremely bad leadership. Like, excessive physical punishment (floggings) or a large section of the crew agreeing this guy was going to get them killed tomorrow / in five minutes if they didn't take over now. And more to the point, I don't think they were very bloody if they could avoid it. If the captain had loyalists and actual fighting broke out, yeah, but usually you just kicked the guy(s) off the boat (in like a dinghy or something) even when he was a massive asshole. That's why we have so many stories of pirate captains surviving mutinies. Sometimes, like, a laughable number.
So Black Pete saying "Well, guess it's time... to kill Captain" in episode 1, and Izzy and Jack both going through full on attempted murder situations is gratuitous violence.
Izzy's not a good captain and the crew has plenty of reason not to follow him so the mutiny is "deserved", and thematically this speaks really well to how Stede did successfully teach his crew a heathier concept of respect so Izzy's traditionally accepted method doesn't work (even though it's what they aspired to in episode 1), but also they try to murder him for being a bitch about chores and it's so fucking excessive. It's hilarious!
#our flag means death#like when i say 'he didn't even flog anyone' 🤣🤣🤣#when i talk about the handwavy genre and how it affects this show this is an example of why it's usually a good thing#if we took all violence on this show seriously then stede should never trust anyone but maybe buttons and oluwande#and izzy would sure as fuck never turn his back on fang or ivan for the rest of his life#(i'm also thinking there's some more serious meta about edward and izzy and mutinies and respect floating around the edges here)#izzy hands ofmd#blackbeard ofmd#stede bonnet ofmd#calico jack ofmd#mutiny#my meta#ladyluscinia#ofmd meta
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EMPLOYEE ID 1121-1980-9; 𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻 𝐹𝐼𝐷𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑌.
𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 Stephen “Steve” Wilson
𝐀𝐠𝐞 50
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 cis man, he/him
𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 Jeffrey Wright
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 closed
PROFILE.
Once the Lead Researcher of Site-120, the temerarious and avid [𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻 𝐹𝐼𝐷𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑌] was a pioneer in creative and unusual methods for containing and securing SCPs, most of which prevented the loss of extraneous human life. This boosted the researcher’s career into new heights. However, [𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻 𝐹𝐼𝐷𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑌]’s upward trajectory soon took a swan dive after they presented a new proposal to the Foundation’s Experimentation Committee Board. To say their suggestion was controversial would be an understatement. Following a thorough internal review to gauge the ethics of their activity within the Foundation, it was deemed [𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻 𝐹𝐼𝐷𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑌] would give up their research to avoid dismissal and be demoted back to supporting researcher. Since then it seems they have elected to keep their head down and have continued to work on the Foundation’s projects.
That has not stopped the rumors surrounding [𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻 𝐹𝐼𝐷𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑌]. However, according to our sources, any rumors suggesting they are receiving private funding from a GOI are unfounded. On account of their renewed model behavior and natural scientific intellect and curiosity, the Ethics Committee has no qualms in appointing [𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻 𝐹𝐼𝐷𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑌] to one of the researcher positions within MTF Chi-00.
— Internal Memo from the Ethics Committee.
LAST ASSIGNMENT.
[ TW: DEATH ]
SUPPORTING RESEARCHER; Site-120. Providing supporting research to Lead Researcher. Notable event in 2021, received a demotion following an external security breach of Site-120 from a coordinated effort by The Hive. Defended Site-120 by using SCP-5673 to trap a group of over fifty Hive members. All fifty are presumed deceased.
INTERRELATIONS OF NOTE.
𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅. You know you’re playing a dangerous game, and right under the nose of the person the Ethics Committee would send after you if you got caught. But if the Foundation won’t sanction your research, what choice do you have? In any case, would it be wiser to give your commander as wide a berth as a small team allows, or to keep your enemy closer?
𝑇𝑅𝐸𝐸 𝐻𝑈𝐺𝐺𝐸𝑅. You tell yourself that you’re only putting up with them because you can sift through their dross filled ramblings for gems worth sharing with your other employers… but, hypothetically, it’s possible that you miss sharing the thrills of your work with a fellow researcher. But 𝑇𝑅𝐸𝐸 𝐻𝑈𝐺𝐺𝐸𝑅 isn’t exactly a kindred spirit, now are they? Best not get attached.
𝐹𝐿𝐼𝑀𝐹𝐿𝐴𝑀. You’re used to colleagues pestering you with praise or some other distracting demand on your time. Not ones so esteemed as 𝐹𝐿𝐼𝑀𝐹𝐿𝐴𝑀, though, with their precocious publishing history. You hope their interest in you is not anything unprofessional, but what else would have them sneaking glances at you like that?
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Had a thought, not sure if it would work, but for Moon's dormant kidnapper/murder code would it be possible to remove just the song(s) that he sang while in Pied Piper mode? Like, not his whole ability to sing, just specific "kidnapper code" songs. Then he/everyone could take comfort in the fact that if, somehow, that code is activated again he wouldn't have the tools to carry out the tasks so he would just zone out instead.
He did more than just sing when he led kids away
Sometimes he just chased them while laughing like he did with Gregory during the events of Security Breach.
And with other children his luring involved…
Other methods…
I will let you guess what they were but neither myself or @dana-chan-the-control-brain will confirm or deny anything.
You will have to wait and see how each child was taken in Lofi Beats
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I have linked this before, but I want to take a slightly different perspective on it. The thrust of this essay is that if you want to understand the world, you must open yourself up to the possibility that you do not yet understand the world! Because maybe the truth is something that you haven't considered yet.
But what of your interlocutor?
Most people aren't trained in rhetoric (or even critical thinking?). Most people don't spend their days arguing on the Internet. Most arguments are really ways of asking for status or attention. That means most people are deeply uncomfortable retreating from an argument! It feels like losing something important!
If you want to have better arguments, you must give people the ability to walk back bad behavior. And not in the way Twitter does it, where you must immediately apologize for any and all crimes you are accused of. Because that feels even more like losing! Even if you have committed genuine breaches of law and morality, apologizing is hard! When you find yourself in a novel argument, you must allow it to end with no one admitting fault.
Some caveats: You do not have to want better arguments. You do not have to ignore repeated patterns of behavior. You do not have to indulge everyone who wants to argue with you, even if there is no pattern of behavior. Blocking someone or leaving a space can be a no-fault way to end an argument. There is no* method that will guarantee a satisfactory ending to any argument.
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Outer Child, chapter 10
( We have a bit of a time-skip and the situation is wearing Victoria down. )
Outer Child, chapter 10
Warnings: none
Words: 1300~
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Research took time. Victoria knew that. Especially research into unknown anomalous, possibly-magical objects. She wouldn't be any help with the research even if the object was still at Site-19 - she was an engineer and a cryptobiologist.
But for the last month, she had been a babysitter. Worse, she was babysitting the Doctor and 035 - who was calling itself 'Amica' - who had been transformed into three-year-olds.
It would be easier if she knew when it would end. If it would end, if the effect would eventually wear off or if the Foundation could figure out how to reverse the effects. They had to be trying, didn't they? A few Foundation soldiers had been transformed as well. But the soldiers were generally considered acceptable losses.
Amica and the Doctor were still as much trouble as they had been as adults, but without the danger - the transformation had also rendered them harmless. Their favourite method of breaching containment was just to wait for Victoria to fall asleep, then Amica would press itself against the door, waiting for someone to pass by in the hallway close enough that it could compel them to open the door. If the victim was weak-willed, they would then be further compelled to take Amica and the Doctor somewhere - usually the cafeteria or a break room for midnight snacks. If the victim could resist further compulsion, Amica would take off surprisingly fast on its short legs, just for the joy of making someone's life difficult. The Doctor sometimes followed, sometimes stayed in containment. Sometimes the victim had the Pestilence, and the Doctor would use his touch to render them unconscious. The victim would wake up after ten minutes or so, covered in band-aids with a half-size plague doctor sitting on them and insisting that they take their medicine. Laboratory tests showed the 'medicine' to be non-anomalous coloured water.
There had been talk of moving the three of them out of Victoria's room in Light Containment and into a more secure area. Victoria's answer had been, "035's telepathic range has an effective radius of about five feet. Walk on the far side of the hallway." At some point, someone had put hazard tape on the hallway floor to mark the danger zone.
Victoria had come to look forward to Combs' and Usher's visits, even if they were just on business. They were her only chance to talk to other adults.
"No news," said Combs, after Victoria asked him how the research on the object was coming. They would have to tell him - one of his subjects had been affected.
She must have shown more than just annoyance or disappointment on her face when Combs' expression softened. "I know this has been hard on you. I wish I had more information for you."
Victoria automatically smoothed her expression. There were only two people she had ever willingly shown weakness to, and right now she had to be strong for them. If she showed weakness, the Foundation might decide she wasn't good enough to be Amica and the Doctor's caretaker and they would be taken from her. Her gaze sought them out, on the far side of her containment, stacking blocks into what was possibly a model of the Palace of Melancholy, happily munching the cheese and crackers Combs had brought them. "I still have them. I still love them, and they love me. The relationship is different, that's all."
"West." Combs sighed. "I'm your researcher. I'm on your side. I'm not going to take them from you. You don't have to pretend you're fine with all this."
Victoria felt a pain in her throat that hurt as much as when the Ambassador of Alagadda had its rope around her neck. "I miss being their wife."
There. She'd said it. She looked away from him, hating the thought of anyone seeing her tears. Anyone but her spouses. "I know. I'm selfish. I want that relationship back. I want the conversations, the working together, the give-and-take, the intimacy. I want to be cared for as well as care."
"That's not selfish," said Combs. "You might not have lost 049 and 035 themselves, but you lost your spouses. It's a big deal."
"What happens if the Foundation can't reverse it, or chooses not to because they think they'll be easier to contain like this? Do I raise them to adulthood? What happens then? Will they even grow up or does the transformation lock them at this age?" Victoria demanded, clenching her fists and biting back a wince - the splints were off her left hand but it was still tender. "Or what if the Foundation figures out how to reverse it, but not for another ten years? We won't be able to go back to the way we were, not if I've been Mommy for so long. It would be creepy."
She sighed. "I never wanted kids. I just don't have the instinct," said Victoria. "I love Amica and the Doctor because they're them, despite them being transformed into children."
"You don't have to do this alone, West. I can get someone else in to help -"
"No."
"Part-time -"
"No," Victoria repeated. "You don't understand, Combs - this is all I have left. The sexual relationship I had with them has ended, I'm not breaking that rule any more, but do you really think the Foundation would rehire Vicki the Monsterfucker? At least this way I can still be with them and study the effects of the new object instead of losing everything."
Hours later, lying in bed, Victoria couldn't get her conversation with Combs out of her head. She was alone - Amica and the Doctor had chosen to continue playing quietly on the floor. They sometimes did, then she'd wake up covered in toddler. Victoria still slept better when they were with her, regardless of the circumstances. They were changed but they were together and she didn't feel so alone.
Combs was nice about it but he couldn't really understand. She'd only been married to Amica and the Doctor for a few months. Was that her life? Forty years of always feeling like she wasn't enough or too much, of trying to be the best because then maybe someone would care, then a few months of joy, then forty more years knowing what she was missing?
She wouldn't give up Amica and the Doctor. That was unthinkable. They were hers, even if the relationship had changed. But she missed that relationship. They had been everything she denied she wanted because she couldn't have it. The Doctor's arms were the home where she would always be welcome. Amica was every indulgence she'd denied herself as she tried to be the perfect professional. She could be her whole self with them and it was never too much.
Victoria couldn't even find comfort in her memories. Thinking about the Doctor's murmured endearments as his long hands touched her, or Amica's laughter and playful demands made her feel uneasy now, like it was wrong to remember them as adult sexual beings with the way they were now. Maybe, with time, she would come to think of those memories as different people, perhaps as the parents of the two children in her charge. Like the two adult entities had died and left their children in her custody. But that wasn't fair to them. They were alive, just different.
None of it was fair. Amica and the Doctor had lost hundreds to thousands of years of experience. Maybe Victoria had lost less by comparison, but she felt like she'd lost everything. Here she was, exactly what her parents had wanted for her - helpless and caged, no job, nothing in her life but raising children. She was finally a Good Woman.
Victoria fell asleep seething.
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Saluti, mia fiamma.
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