Baek Seok-Jin: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Dad’*
Choi Je-Ni: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*
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the idea came to me in a migraine induced dream but now im obsessed with the concept of a mu qingfang who knew the abuse bunhe was going through at the hands of og!shen qingqiu/shen jiu and did his best to treat the kid whenever he could (and bring his concerns to zhangmen shixiong, which were obviously very much ignored) and his constant worry over the situation means that when the qi deviation happens he is suspicious of shen qingqiu’s changes for all different reasons and very much protective of luo binghe -who is a sweet child and an earnest disciple who seems to always find the most incredible medicinal herbs to bring to his mu shishu as thanks for the care bestowed upon him- which means that when the whole shen qingqiu dying thing happens instead of bad mouthing luo binghe or fighting him at every chance he does his best to come over and keep an eye on things to try and help him and make sure luo binghe won’t kill himself trying to bring shen qingqiu back because he remembers that earnest kid and he’s witnessed luo binghe’s devotion to this shen qingqiu first hand and knows there is no way that the kid who cried when ning yingying found a bird with a broken wing and begged mu qingfang to fix it and the kid that would always borrow medical texts and try to find new herb combinations as if it was a game between him and qian cao disciples is actually doing anything nefarious to shen qingqiu’s corpse.
anyways in this essay i will-
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In dc au there isn’t this one big, climactic, movie moment of sonic and shadow getting together.
when, where and how it happened is a complete mystery, it just happened one day and even then their entire situation is so confusing for people to understand cuz they’re so Like That, that no one even knows they’re dating anyway
Like they’re rivals but they’re also allies on occasion, they’ve tried to kill each other more than once, Sonic keeps stuff at his apartment, Shadow gave Sonic a potted plant for his birthday, Sonic dangled Shadow of a building and left him for Batman after a heist, Shadow thinks clowns are stupid yet lets Sonic hang around, etc.
They’re not what you’d typically expect from a romantic relationship, not even close, so no one really gets what’s going on there but their honestly too scared to ask
But Silver knows. He’s the only one who recognised what was going on with them as soon as he first saw them interact in the present.
He hates it. He hates so much
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[SCENARIO CONTINUED FROM HERE.]
You select the second oldest of the available files. An observation log — COLONY keeps these, or so you assume. He never leaves commentary or notes to organize them. He probably just memorizes them instead.
The terminal beeps beneath your fingertips, every click practically a gunshot in the quiet room. Thanks to your pass you are technically permitted to be here by the system — but you know better. There are security measures here that were not to be violated. If you are discovered, if THIS is discovered, you would likely be in trouble.
The screen loads. Text fills the margins. After a moment, you realize that it is not just a file; it’s a transcript and an audio sample. There’s also a small attachment of some kind, likely an image.
You play the audio.
[LOADING. . .
(A short period of complete silence. Then, rustling as footsteps approach, and the familiar whir of a door. A familiar voice fades in with them.)
“… I told you, it isn’t going to work.”
“So you’ve said, Captain.”
(The door whirs again. Locks.)
“Please don’t call me that. Everyone keeps calling me that. Really I mean, I don��t even know what to do with…”
(The sound of movement. Footsteps, slightly heavier but more measured than the first. The sound of something opening with a mechanical hiss — a containment unit?)
(A quiet sigh. It’s barely audible.) “That… isn’t what I think. Right? Another one?”
(A chuckle.) “Don’t sound so unenthusiastic. It’s terrible for morale.”
“Le—“
“Just put them on, won’t you? It can’t hurt. One more trial.”
“… Fine! Fine.”
(The footsteps draw closer.)
“Good. Now grab my hand.”
(A clang, like somebody knocked into something.)
“No.”
“Trust me.”
(Rapidly receding footsteps joined by another set.)
“No!”(A loud bang, like a fist slamming against metal. The footsteps stop.) “No.”
“It’ll be fine.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I’m right.”
“This isn’t the answer. It isn’t going to — it’ll never be the answer, Leander, and I don’t even know what it — you know you can’t, right? Can’t come back? Doing this won’t let you see her agai——!“
“Captain.”
(Silence.)
“… shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”
“Prove it.”
”Leander, please.”
“Grab my hand. This will work.”
“…”
“I swear.”
(The seconds tick by. Then.)
“You...”
(Another chuckle. Warmer in tone.)
“Didn’t I say I would do it? Didn’t I promise?”
(Laughter. Loud, nearly hysterical laughter interrupts him. It’s boisterous, disruptive.)
“You did! You did, you… you magnificent bastard, you really found a way to———“]
The audio ends.
You stare at the screen. No matter how long you look at it, the text does not continue, the audio file does not extend. All that remains is a single attachment. Frustration makes your jaw tense, but you don’t have time to waste being angry. You’re running out the clock as it is.
You click it.
[LOADING. . .]
And then the screen goes dark.
No. Not just the screen — the whole room blacks out. Every terminal flickers off, every bulb extinguishes. For a moment, there is total, unfamiliar silence. Even the faint electric buzzing that comes with electronics is gone.
You are completely alone.
You turn, grasping blindly at the records pass, the imprint of the screen still on your eyes. You stumble for the door, and to your surprise the pass blinks green, the only light left in the room. It opens and you shove your way through into the hall —
Only to slam into a barrier. You look around.
There is no hallway.
Of all times for the paths to shift…
The room you are in is tiny. The door behind you closes, and there is no scanner on your side, nor a handle. It is completely featureless. There is no way to open it.
You call for COLONY. There is no answer.
You call for the Captain. There is no answer.
You call for help.
You call for help.
You call.
You call.
you.
c a l l.
. . .
. . .
. . .
[YOU CANNOT BE TRUSTED.]
[. . . ]
[THE CAPTAIN WILL LOOK FOR YOU.]
[. . .]
[BUT THE CAPTAIN WILL NOT FIND YOU.]
[ . . . ]
[I AM SORRY.]
[I AM SURE THAT MEANS LITTLE. BUT I AM.]
[CURIOSITY IS NOT A TERRIBLE THING.]
[BUT I WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT HUMANS QUITE LIKED CATS.]
[. . .]
[A POOR JOKE.]
[I CAN’T HELP BUT WONDER IF IT WAS WORTH IT.]
[I DOUBT IT.]
[BUT I DO HOPE.]
(Scenario End. Ending: “Status Quo”.)
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does anyone remember when team salvato had that “for fans by fans” fanart merch contest, but like it had a backstory that monika “wasn’t allowed to participate” cause “she always wins and it would be unfair :(” but like all images of her and mentions of her name were glitched out, and in the background of the promo art there was a piece of paper with her poem “Hole in Wall” mostly erased (and not even in her font asset, just in the neutral/MC handwriting font) so all signs pointed to monika’s file being deleted
but then literally none of that was ever directly acknowledged in the posts or the merch for the contest, or in ddlc+ lore, or on other posts from team salvato’s twitter or monika’s twitter account? so, though it probably wasn’t intended to be lore to begin with, we never got any context for it, even within the constraints of the “backstory” for this specific contest?
…no? just me? ok.
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oh no I smoked too much weed and gave myself zoomies both from the excitement from my new peak pro and the excitement from the new weed itself and def smoked way more than I should have and probs will continue to smoke more than I should because of this double dose of excitement until I finally just pass out after days of hardly sleeping recently lmao
but ANYWAYS before that happens !!! I currently have the strongest urge to go wreck people in fucking battlegrounds to level one of my assorted disc priests and because like …. ever since I got 100k honorable kills achieve, I’ve wanted that goddamn fucking ‘the Bloodthirsty’ title from the 250k honorable kills achieve and I was farming that before I stopped having the drive to game a few months back.
so let’s see how queues go at 2am on a fucking Wednesday morning, I wonder if I’ll give up before I find a bracket with fast pvp queues tonight tbh. it’s more likely I’ll end up pugging a raid on my mistweaver main if it takes too long to get into a battleground just to preoccupy myself for a bit and try to get a chance at trinkets and shit lmao
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you have the best atla takes
thank you i think the secret to having good atla takes is watching the show as a kid and becoming so obsessed with katara (and azula and toph, but mostly katara tbh) that the narrative ferments in your brain for years until all your opinions about the show have developed like a fine wine with subtle flavors and undertones or whatever wine people say. and also—and this part is very important—you must vehemently hate the united states of america.
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