#what am I gonna do with his dialogue though good god
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If Anakin gets his Vader shadow, then Maul deserves a reminder of Lotho Minor as a treat (to me) for the Hades AU
#darth maul#star wars#Wip#hades au#revenge of the 5th#Star Wars fanart#my art#this was very difficult but not for the reasons you might expect XD#I realized only when I was halfway through with this that his pose matches Moros’s pose from Hades 2#like I actively try to avoid copying poses from the game and it was not the case here either!#I just really have a thing to how maul stands with his hands behind his back that’s all#LOL if I finished maul sooner than obiwan what then? XD#maul opress#maul fanart#he looks so soooo very weird without his tattoos omg#what am I gonna do with his dialogue though good god
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𐙚chris' girl chp. 2 ― matt sturniolo
summary: y/n confides in matt on the drive home
notes/warnings: chris x influencer!reader x matt, some suggestive mentions (talk of sex & virginity) , y/n and chris have a toxic relationship, dialogue heavy/filler and i HATE it lol+ this song is so matt it hurts
thank you all for waiting, ily asf !! :*
(edited, but definitely not my best i fear)
matt's blood went cold. his muscles tensed so much from sheer embarrassment that he felt sore sitting up in bed.
shit. shit. shit. shit.
tucking his boner into the waistband of his boxers, he hopped out of bed and threw some pajama pants and a random shirt on. about to knock again, matt opened the door to reveal y/n, a light sheen of sweat across her chest and forehead. most of her makeup had faded or been smeared off and her hair wasn't as smooth as it was at the beginning of the night. small flakes of mascara stuck to the skin under eyes and flushed cheeks. had she been crying? or was it from fucking? or both? he couldn't tell.
she flashed a weak smile, holding both her high heels in her hand, "sorry, i didn't mean to wake you."
"no, you're good. i was barely asleep," matt lied assuringly, scanning her face for a clear expression.
she fidgeted with the straps of her shoes, struggling with what to say.
"do you want me to take you home?" matt provided quietly, unsure whether or not chris was awake or if he'd even care.
y/n's eyes lit up at matt's offer, nodding. "yes please. if that's okay?"
this never happened. y/n always spent the night with chris. and now matt was about to be in the car with her. just her. he didn't allow himself too much excitement, though. not until he knew what was going on with her.
"of course," matt whispered, leaving the doorway for a moment to grab his car keys and a jacket.
"oh, wait. one sec," y/n set down her shoes in the hallway, carefully opening chris' door. chris laid on his side, fast asleep. y/n pulled a hoodie from his dresser and put it on over her dress, the thick fabric draping over her thighs completely. tip toeing to the bed, she leaned over chris, whispering, "matt's gonna take me home, okay?" lowering her face to his, she pressed a feather-light kiss to his cheek, "love you."
matt felt like he had been kicked in the stomach. it almost made him sad, y/n talking to chris as if he could hear anything she's saying. surely, she knows he can't hear her and that's what makes it even more sad.
matt zipped up his jacket, the noise causing y/n to end her moment with chris and leave his room. she shut his door with a little creak, but chris remained in a deep state of sleep. matt gestured to outside the hallway to leave, y/n leading the way through the living room and back down the stairs.
she stayed uncharacteristically quiet as matt drove. he wasn't sure what to do or say - or if she even wanted him to. he could sense some kind of apprehension from her, like she wanted to tell him something but couldn't find a way to articulate it. suddenly, in the weighted silence, y/n's stomach growled loudly. she gasped, giggling a bit at the abrupt noise. finally, her smile.
matt joined her laughter, turning into the second to last intersection before her house, "you wanna get something to eat real quick?"
y/n looked at him again with bright eyes, like a little kid. "can we? i didn't eat at the party."
matt tapped the gps on his console screen, ending the route, "yeah, me neither. i'm starving."
"what's gonna be open this late, though?"
matt cracked a knowing smile, putting his blinker on and turning into a shopping plaza. at nearly 1 am, only two of three cars took up the otherwise empty parking lot. however, at the end of the plaza, a long line of cars wrapped around the in n out drive-thru.
"oh, thank god." y/n exhaled deeply in relief, making praying hands, "i'm gonna pass out."
matt chuckles, maneuvering the car to the back of the line, "please don't do that. not on my watch, chris will kill me."
y/n's smile fades, her body language turning demure.
shit. way to go, idiot.
"not so sure about that." her voice is small as stares at the car in front of them
hesitantly matt asks, "okay, i know it's none of my business and you totally don't have to answer, but...is everything okay? like with you and him?", he inches the car further in line.
she's conflicted, it's all over her face. she runs a hand through her scalp and leaves it there, propping her elbow up against the car door to lean on.
she shakes her head, "you're gonna think i'm crazy." the car ahead's red tail lights cast across her face, making her eyes glisten.
matt lets the wheels roll an inch or two, then stops to catch her gaze. her big eyes meet his and, without fail, his heart flutters.
"no, seriously, i won't judge. i promise." and he means it.
she knows he means it too, which is why she continues.
"okay, um-you know kenzie coy?"
"uh, the blonde girl that does the fitness tiktoks?" matt confirms, even though he knew exactly who she was, unfortunately.
kenzie coy; widely known for her viral workout videos and lingerie pictures on instagram, caught the attention of most young guys in l.a. and if they weren't in l.a. to see her in person, they were probably jerking off to her pictures in the lonely confinement of their bedrooms.
"yeah, her." y/n says, slouching more into the seat, "i think chris and her are hooking up. they were talking at the party and she kept putting her hand on his shoulder like they'd known each other for years. plus, he laughed at every little thing she was saying, even the shit that wasn't funny. it was so weird, matt. i don't know, something just feels off and i can't let it go."
god, what are you doing, chris?
"no, there's no way." matt refutes with certainty, "he's with you. he likes you, y/n. always has, simple as that."
"me," huffing, "and kenzie." she adds, attempting to prove a point, but matt's unsure.
he quirks an eyebrow in disbelief, having to do a double-take before driving forward a bit more. "what? like at the same time?"
she shrugs, "it's possible is all i'm saying," now turning to face matt, "to like two people... simultaneously."
matt's face goes warm, grateful that the red car lights mask the vivid blush probably forming. he can feel her eyes on him as he rolls down his window to order their food. though he admittedly knows y/n's order by heart, his speech is jumbled. a stutter persistent throughout the entire order, but the employee doesn't seem to have trouble taking it and telling them to pull forward. matt fumbles around his jacket pocket for his wallet with shaky hands, retrieving his credit card from the sleeve and almost dropping it.
does she know what she's doing? how her words sound?
"i-i mean, yeah. technically that's possible, but-" matt's interrupted by another employee as he pulls up to the window to pay. quick, but politely, matt thanks the employee and grabs the bag of food. "do you wanna eat on the way home or-"
"actually, can you park for a sec?" y/n asks, taking the bag of food from his lap and placing it on hers.
her question nearly makes matt run over the drive-thru curb, maneuvering the car into the nearest parking spot. "yeah, are you good?"
"yeah, no, i'm fine. this night's just been a lot. i kinda wanna chill out for a bit." she explains, hand diving into the white bag for her burger and fries. she sets her food on her lap, then goes back to the bag for matt's, handing it to him with a smile.
"thanks." he can barely choke out, the atmosphere suddenly feeling incredibly intimate as he turns the car's ignition off. now it was really just him and her, no background noise, no distractions, no chris.
"what were you saying earlier, before you ordered?" y/n tosses a fry into her mouth
"oh nothing. i was just saying that it's possible, but you guys made up, right? so i wouldn't worry about it."
y/n let out a breathy laugh, in between chewing, " 'made up' isn't what i would call it."
he's not sure what's gotten into him, but matt takes advantage of this surge of confidence. "okay, then what would you call it?" matt furthered. there was no going back now.
a little surprised by his boldness, y/n raises her eyebrows, putting her fries down on her lap and shifting to face him again. "i'd say we put a bandaid on it. something temporary, like we always do," she looks down shyly at the space between them, "but sex doesn't fix everything, y'know?"
flustered, matt chokes on a fry, patting his chest for air.
y/n rapidly back-pedals at his reaction, "oh my god, sorry. he's your brother, you don't wanna hear about that."
matt takes a sip of water from the center console, and regains his breath. "no, no, it's okay." clearing his throat, "i'd imagine it doesn't."
she frowns at this, a little smirk forming in the corner of her lips. "'imagine'?"
oh god. just shut up, matt.
"i mean, like-it's-y'know?" he tries, but can't save himself whatsoever, "fuck." embarrassed, he gives up with a defeated laugh, taking a giant bite of his burger to silence himself.
y/n giggles, licking some salt off her finger, "you've never...?"
she wants me dead.
chewing down the bite, matt swallows with a loud 'gulp', making her giggle more. "uh, no, i haven't...it's really embarrassing."
y/n shakes her head, "no, it's not," carefully she asks, "is there a reason why?"
her tone is sweet and genuine. he could tell, for some reason, she really cared about what he'd say next.
"honestly, yeah." matt avoided her gaze, "i have a hard time, like...getting to that point i guess?"
he wasn't sure why he was spilling his guts to her like this. he's never told anyone this and he swore he never would.
but it's y/n. everyone told y/n their secrets. she was just that kind of person.
she tilts her head teasingly, humming in denial, "mhm"
matt's heart skips a beat, his brain going blank. "what?"
"i think you know what you want, matt," her voice is like velvet saying his name, "and you know how to get it. the only thing holding you back is yourself." she speaks so matter-of-factly, so innocent, it drives him fucking insane.
the tension in the car was so thick, it clouded his usual rationality. for a split second, he was convinced she was trying to tell him something. an innuendo of sorts.
but that thought is soon dismissed when she continues, "regardless, you're smart for waiting. your first time is better when it's with someone you genuinely care about." she didn't have to say it. matt knew who she was talking about. but just to twist the knife, she adds, "but it does make you get attached... i think that's my problem right now with chris."
and just like that, the moment was over.
only able to nod in agreement, matt turns the car back on, discarding his burger wrapper into the white bag along with some used napkins."it's getting late. i should probably take you home."
y/n sits back up in her seat, gathering her trash and tossing it as well. "yeah, good idea." she says, blinking a couple times back into reality. for those 30 minutes they spent together, time seemed to pause.
the drive to y/n's house is silent, but not like before when they were leaving the party. the silence is comfortable. y/n admires the city lights that flash and flicker by, illuminating the area surrounding her. she looked at everything with such awe, appreciating little details in arbitrary things. it's something that matt loved most about her, something that chris would bring up to their mom when describing her. such a double-edged sword, the whole thing was. and yet, matt kept coming back for more.
he pulled up to her driveway, parking the car and turning to her. she smiles at him sincerely. "thank you," she grabs her high heels from the floor and opens the door, "for the food, for everything, really."
matt internally melts,"no problem, any time."
"goodnight, get home safe." she whispers, closing the door and walking to her front door
fuck it, matt. just say it.
he rolls down his window and raises his voice so she can hear him from the car, "oh, hey, for the record,"
"yeah?" she steps forwards a little, amused.
"fuck kenzie coy."
y/n erupts with laughter, putting a hand over her mouth as to not wake her neighbors.
"you're miles prettier than she'll ever be, i mean it."
she shakes her head bashfully. for the first time ever, he was seeing her get flustered by a compliment. "you're sweet." she reaches for her front door, "goodnight, matt."
"goodnight, y/n." matt rolls up his window, reversing back onto the street and driving away. once he was fully off her block, he silently cheered, gripping the steering wheel and rocking in celebration. if nick or chris were there, they would never let him hear of the end of how corny he was being. but he didn't care. they weren't there. truthfully, if the night had gone differently, he would've got out with her and talked more. but he was exhausted and so was she. the moment didn't call for it yet. he had time, he just had to bide it.
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Just Stay
Miguel O’hara x reader
word count: 885
synopsis: miguel is never there when you need him the most
warnings: SMUT!! not super explicit but a lot of dialogue and some descriptions
You’ve become used to waking up in an empty bed. Miguel was never next to you in the morning. Eventually you stopped reaching your hand to the left side of the bed, his side of the bed. Some part of you was always disappointed, though. There was still a small ache in your heart not being able to greet him in the morning.
“Are you going to work tomorrow?” You ask him, playing with the food on your plate.
“You know I have to,” he dismisses you, turning back to washing his plate.
You stay silent and fidget with your fork.
“You have me for tonight. Isn’t that enough?”
No, you want to respond. Of course that isn’t enough.
“Of course it is,” you smile.
On nights like these, which are most nights, Miguel doesn’t just fuck you. He makes love to you. He treats you so well you forget it’s his way of saying goodbye. He tells you he loves you and then doesn't even care enough to say good morning. Maybe he hopes you forget about it or forgive him. And you hate yourself for loving him so much to not care.
“Ay, i fucking love you, Cariño,” Miguel says so sweetly in your ear. Making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
The mix of your moans and his grunts drown out everything else. The world around you is completely blurred as he thrusts in and out of you. You could describe his kisses as sloppy but in truth they’re not. They’re given with such love and adoration for the brief moment you forget he doesn’t mean it.
“Say it, say it back,” he practically growls in your ear. His hands grip your waist, one slowly coming up to your neck squeezing.
“I-I love you,” you say reluctantly. Tears spotting in the corner of your left eye.
Your arms wrap around his neck and you grip at his broad shoulders. Hands scraping over the scars you scratched on his back the night before. He pushes his head into the crook of your neck to suck on your neck. His teeth digging into your neck and leaving marks everywhere.
He fucks you like he loves you. And you just can’t tell if he means it. Your hands pull at his hair as he finishes inside of you, pulling you in for one more kiss. Allowing his moans to melt inside of you.
Afterwards, you let him take care of you. You let him carry you to the bathroom and you let him tuck you into bed. You let him kiss you on the forehead and pull you to his chest as he gets into bed with you. You fall asleep in his arms fully knowing it won’t be like this when you wake up.
So of course, it surprises you when you wake up to Miguel’s arms around you. His breath on the back of your head and his arms squeezing around you like he’s afraid you’re going to run away while he’s not looking.
“You’re still here,” you whisper, half hoping he wasn’t awake.
“I know I'm not around a lot anymore. I’m trying, really,” he responds, loosening his grip on you.
“That doesn’t fix everything else.” You get out of bed and face him.
“I know it doesn’t. I know how much I've messed up, believe me.”
He sits up on his elbows, the duvet cover falling perfectly at his waist revealing his toned stomach. God, it is hard to be mad at that six pack.
“I hate the way you treat me, you know that? You’re never around and I fuckin hate it. When i’m alone and- and sad you’re supposed to be there to tell me it’s all gonna be okay but you’re not! And I am so sick of it. I want to be happy. I understand how important being Spiderman is but you have to learn to balance it out okay? Or else I can't do this anymore,” you exhale. Finally letting out what you’ve been wanting to say for months.
“You’re giving me an ultimatum?” He clarifies.
“Yes! I am! and you are in no position to question me,” you state.
“I get that, I do Cariño. But what I do decides the fate of the world. Of everyone, including you,” he tries to reason.
“Maybe we just shouldn’t be together then. If it’s that important. I shouldn’t be a distraction from that” you turn away from him. Unable to make eye contact with him.
You take his silence as an answer. You’re facing the wall, you’re hands on the edge of a desk. Biting your lower lip, wondering what’s going to happen next. After a few seconds you turn around to an empty room. The door just an inch open. He left.
He fucking left you. Again.
You’ve come to learn that Miguel will leave and abandon you when you need him the most. And you know that’s not what you deserve. But you also know that you love him, and that he hopefully loves you just as much.
You hate yourself for loving him. And he hates himself for hurting you. Maybe there’s a universe where the two of you are happy with each other, truly happy. No matter how much it hurts, you know you will love each other in every universe.
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30 kcd2 trailer reveal little things / reactions:
Loving the increased Istvan / Henry parallelism
Loving the return of the red PTSD nightmares and so pleased WH isn't watering the game down, keeping up the trauma narrative realism, etc. I expected no less but still delighted by it. I love games that allow characters (esp male characters) to feel things, genuinely, and writing that treats the emotional invitation of its own storytelling with respect.
Good lord, the symbolism returns--as it must in a proper medieval game--but I shan't look too deep yet.
SKALITZ FLASHBACKS. HENRY'S PARENTS' WEDDING PREQUEL CONTENT? W H A T. I never thought we would get to go back; I am so thrilled to learn more about that time. I would have gladly gobbled up a Martin prequel. TELL ME HER FUCKING NAME, WARHORSE, YOU BASTARDS.
where is radzig
Mystery possible new love interest option? Or did Lady Stephanie visit the face sculptor?
And Theresa... where?
Mother of god, the forests and animals look incredible. I'm going insane. Let me pet things please.
How many times can Hans eat royal shit and live in one livestream? Let's find out. One, two, three...
The crime and punishment mechanics are definitely more complex at a glance. This is a good thing but I wonder how much was cutscene flavor and how much will really have an affect on the gameplay/reputation/etc.
I'm extremely afraid for Hans's survival. Not because of his constant trailer beefing (and he really took every opportunity to wipe out) but because of that shot with him doing the big dramatic eagle wing spread on horseback. You can't just do that and not expect to be punished by the narrative, bro.
MUTT IS BACK MUTT IS BACK MUTT IS BACK
is that pebbles? MUTT IS BACK please be pebbles
Henry's new hair is awful and I will be changing it two seconds in.
In general, Henry looks way more mature/stressed. Hard to say if there was a timeskip and Henry is now actually more mature or if the increased graphics allow him to look more like his voice actor, who is older than Henry. Either way I will be content. Will not catch me changing my son's precious face!!!
CROSSBOWS, HAND CANNONS
Istvan is pure fire, holy shit, cannot wait for this performance. Erik looks like a soggy newspaper. What happened king?
radzig? hello? anyone hear from this guy? typical for him to ghost
FIVE HOURS OF CUTSCENES???? YOU KNOW YOUR TARGET AUDIENCE. IT IS ME. I LOVE TO WATCH THINGS
Theresa's gonna be in it though, right? They wouldn't do us like that right?
Really excited to see them taking a page from RDR2 and incorporating a temperament-based reply system for non-dialogue initiating NPCs. I really look forward to all the added sandbox immersion enhancements from the first game, and I hope women are incorporated in a broader work spectrum for better historical accuracy.
WAS THAT GODWIN?
Is Hans going to teach Henry how to swim for real, as in a gameplay-altering swim mechanic, or is the topless on the riverbank scene just throwing a meaty bone to the hansry shippers (i am gnawing, i am growling when you try to take it away before i choke myself with it)
I love hearing devs and actors talk intelligently about the writing and character development arcs. Obviously they thought about it deeply in KCD1, but it's nice to see devs of an "action" game treating its narrative seriously, as artwork. Regardless of how the fandom idiots interact with it.
Hans singing a facetious little ballad for Henry (presuming it makes it into the game and isn't just trailer fodder) regenerated my cells. He DID promise in KCD1 (if you lose the tourney after agreeing to be his champion) that one day people would sing ballads in Henry's honor. Probably he did not intend for them to include the word "fuck" at the time.
This is going to be the grown up bromance we deserved in kcd1. Honestly it's so validating to see the second game recentering on that relationship and deliberately using it as the primary storytelling vehicle. KCD1 was pretty imbalanced in favor of Hans content, but it would have been better served by the game storyline fully leaning into the importance of that relationship, rather than trying to juggle it as a side-arc with several other arcs (and thereby creating an imbalance). KCD2 looks like it's built around the backbone of Henry and Hans's friendship and how it has profoundly changed them both/propelled their arcs in somewhat different directions.
On that point, Henry seems to have completely adopted Rattay colors now, but it's possible that's due to him operating as Hans's page (squire?) where we left them in KCD1. WHERE IS RADZIG
Calling Henry an orphan is a LITTLE generous given he was a whole ass adult man when his parents were killed, don't you think.
Calling Henry a lover is VERY VERY GENEROUS
I'm hyped.
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Post 2/? on Processing QaF
End of qaf -technical points.
This is a very logistical view on the literal end of the show. My more thematic l thoughts about the whole final season are also under this tag, in post 1. Again, conceding that I am very new to an established fandom and this is my immediate processing of finishing my recent obsession, and there are probably several other posts like this floating around.
I read every spoiler possible. I read nearly every fanfic possible all before I watched any of the last season of QaF. The endless thought pieces really did help sooth me for seasons four and five. I think I was a much more at peace with them than fans who were watching it live back in 2005. But the last one or two episodes had me pausing with my jaw dropped multiple times. I hated it!
And I contemplated why - when I knew every single thing that was gonna happen, even several lines of dialogue I knew!
And I think it comes down to the breakneck pacing and editing.
Because right after finishing, I paced around my home angrily muttering over what had happening. And outlining the end like that, even though I was in a mood, still sort of made sense.
Brian has been a sex god for several seasons. He let down his guard to let Justin in. Out of fear, he did what fans/Justin thought they wanted, and asked for marriage/said I love you with Justin. Brian loves him enough to not force him to stay, Justin loves him enough to not make him change. Peacefully and lovingly, they go their separate ways with the strong and insinuation that they will either do long distance or reconcile. That sounds good! It was horrible to watch.
The show betrays itself by acknowledging the Britin arc is the most important to the show and viewers by saving it for the penultimate scene. The final episode(s) have all really revolved around Brian. Even the girls leaving was really about Brian (in its show presentation, at least). And Brian and Justin have the final scene of all the characters resolving their storylines. The final, final scene was an ensemble one (as it should be for an ensemble show) which reflected on the show as a whole. That was the epilogue, because Britin was the denouement.
This is tough in two ways.
First, because the Britin arc has a bittersweet end, yet felt more like the writers wagging their finger at the audience instead of a thoughtful conclusion that was necessarily bittersweet. Whole other post.
Second, because of their editing – both storyline wise and visual execution wise.
The decision to show Justin and Brian in bed together, not even see Justin leave, and then show Brian in bed alone was pretty cutthroat. I literally paused and my jaw dropped – but not in a good, teary way, or my heart strings were pulled way, but in a … I felt like the writers were kind of flipping me off? Or flipping the actors off? I literally googled if Randy Harrison had fought with the showrunners because of that (and allegedly, yes, lmao. You can tell!!!). That was just an unpleasant viewing experience.
Then, the writers did not give any sort of breathing room for that emotional beat to end and then the series finale beat to begin. There is no space between Brian being left alone and Brian and Michael going to the club and then dancing. No space timewise, plotline wise, or even visually, as they literally meld the end of Britin into the start of Brian/Michael final.
Because of this, even though I’m sure it was written and outlined as very separate plot points for separate emotional beats for separate scenes, it doesn’t feel that way as an audience member.
Instead, it feels like a run-of-the-mill action-reaction pair for a singular emotional beat. It doesn’t feel, or look, like two separate, contained, emotional beats.
Without being able to digest a very bittersweet conclusion to what is arguably the most important plot line of the entire show, it still feels like we’re still wrestling with that in the final scene. It is LEAPING from denouement to epilogue, which even tacky, bittersweet rom-coms don’t do, if you pay attention ( I am literally thinking of how the HARRY STYLES FANFICTION movie Idea of You handled this similar thing better, good lord.)
Therefore, watching Brian dance alone, while we’re being told the thumpa thumpa goes on, feels like he’s being reset. Because we go oh sad, Britin is getting a bittersweet end :/ then THIRTY seconds later we are seeing Brian party and it’s impossible for audience members to not directly connect those dots. Those are the only dots we’re shown!!
I read a 2005 livejournal where stayci28 said she viewed the end as more symbolic than real. It’s about the queer community continuing matter what and it’s really about people will continue to rise up. No matter what is being given to them and they will persevere, they will be proud, they will be here and they’re not gonna go anywhere. That’s a beautiful sentiment, makes a lot of sense, and is a fitting conclusion for the WHOLE show after the Britin bit is wrapped up.
However, Ron Cowan himself said that was only half true in an interview here: https://bjfic.livejournal.com/2528384.html?
He said that the dance was real and was one last outing. Though the sentiment is true – the scene was meant to be about queers surviving, not Brian being alone or an old party boy. (sidenote: see post 1 for me complaining that if this is one last outing…what is Brian doing, exactly, with his time now??)
But the editing and the pacing did not give the audience that space - and so the final scene still seems to be solely about Brian, not about the overall message of queer survival and joy. It LOOKS, at least, like (as Tumblr user @sophsun1 said) Brian was out with no son, no lover (who was in the city he wanted to be in), in a burnt out club. Rip.
The smallest of changes, like having the Britin ending coming earlier in the episode, or even inserting a single “breathing” scene between the Britin and finale scenes would have established the scene beats much better. Honestly, just changing Michael’s awful line (really that whole convo) about Brian always being young and beautiful to simply be about the ~~hopeful future~~ would have set the tone to be not about Brian being miserable.
When I see really old comments online about the end, I don’t get the sense that people fully “got” the end. From what I’ve seen, even fans who were okay with a bittersweet end weren’t really connecting that the finale wasn’t showing Brian miserable, lol.
I think the writers continuously structured the show to revolve around Brian and Britin, then wrote themselves out of that with various in your face plots/dialog, but ignored that beyond the literal words on script, story STRUCTURE impacts viewing experience just as much! These final two scenes display the embodiment of that issue.
The writers desperately needed to slow down, allow digestion, and visually show a divide of scenes if they had wanted the audience to comprehend the last two scenes as separate beats and not action/reaction.
Later this week, I have lots of thoughts about S5 replacement plotlines that would have easily fit into Cowlip’s established world, and a lot about Brian Kinney’s value system and internalized gender issues :)
#queer as folk#qaf#brian kinney#brian kinney s5#justin taylor#britin#qaf s5#let me timetravel back into that writing room and give me editing powers for ONE DAY!!!!#wellcomeoneileen talks qaf#i truly believe all good media runs the risk of eventually by ruined by someone thinking we dont need to edit this
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chapter 3: breakfast for two
previous chapter
next chapter: n/a
stranger things g/t
a/n: heavy on the dialogue. reader gains confidence but has no faith in steve. and steve is trying not to prod too much (but also he wants answers…)
borrower!reader × steve harrington
You sat on a marble kitchen table with your legs splayed out in front of you. Soft clinks of cutlery and something sizzling made you more than alarmed. Yet the food being cooked up was mouth watering, considering you hadn’t eaten in days. You watched the human hum to himself with his back turned to you. It had taken quite some convincing for him to carry you here with your permission. His round brown eyes pleaded and he muttered promises you couldn’t keep count of. Stubbornly you’d gotten off that damn pillow, and fell into soft sheets. Luckily you were fine, other than for your bruised ego. It was then, you crossed your arms, huffed, and agreed to be carried by Steve.
You no longer shook like a leaf under the presence of him, and kept eye contact as long as possible. He smiled first in the morning as you demanded his attention. A rush of heat rose to your ears but you kept eye contact.
“And breakfast is served,” he said as he slid his plate on the counter beside you. You eyed the plate the size of his palm, quite big for you though. There was steaming, steaming, fresh food awaiting you. You raised a brow and looked up at him. He had a towel swung over his shoulder, and his hands were on his hips. He nodded towards the plate and you got up quietly to the plate. Sitting with one knee pulled to your chest, and your broken one in front of you.
“I know it’s kinda big, the plate,” he cringed, “but it’s the smallest thing I could find,” he said as he dragged a chair next to the island. “It's one of my mom’s china teacup plates,” he added and he ate from his own plate.
You were silent as you ate, but internally you were celebrating. The food was delicious, the best meal you’d ever had. You devoured the big chunks in peace, despite how ravenous you were for them.
“Hello?” Steve said your name and you looked up at him. “Hungry huh?” he asked with a laugh. “Makes sense actually,” his brows furrowed and he pursed his lips together.
Dustin, and even the time before that. You’d never had a warm meal, and a beautiful plate to eat it from.
“Since you liked that so much, I’ll try to cook more actually,” he said as he got up from his chair, “would be good for me anyways,” he mumbled.
You wiped your hands as he picked up your plate. He put the dishes in the sink and turned back to you. His lips formed a thin line as he put his hands on his hips. He looked down at you expectantly.
“What?” you asked.
“… what else am I supposed to ask?” he paused, “what are you?” he asked.
Your eyes went back to your makeshift casket around your leg. You chewed on the bottom of your lip, feeling his eyes on the back of your head.
“Borrower?” you muttered.
“Sorry, what?” he asked.
“A borrower,” you looked up at him.
“A what?” he squinted his eyes at you.
“A borrower, people who borrow secretly in order to survive,” the words just rushed out of your mouth. You clasped your hands over your mouth, oh yes, tell the giant of your own people who want to be kept secret. Not that you had even seen anyone like you for years, the memory of your parents was faded at this point. You’d been alone for, god knows how long.
“Oh good,” he let out a breath, “that’s good,” he ran his hand through his hair.
“Wh-what would be bad about it?” you squinted at him.
“It’s complicated,” he dismissed with his hand.
“Okay…”
You both were in the kitchen, not moving, and the only thing you could hear was a clock ticking. You filled your cheeks with air and blew it out.
“So,” you clicked your tongue, “what are you gonna do with me?” you asked.
“Do with you?” his brows furrowed.
“Yeah, I mean… eat me, torture me. Whatever humans do,” you said.
“Woah woah what?” he scoffed, his hands rested by his sides. “I’m I’m not going to eat you.”
“Torture? Or–” you were cut off.
“Stop, stop,” he shook his head, and his hands were on each side of you, “I’m not going to hurt you. Remember, I promised?” he lowered his head to meet your gaze.
Your heart hammered but your hands didn’t tremble, and you didn’t want to flee. His warm breath gently pressed on to your skin. You blinked and felt your heart swell.
“I guess,” you looked down at the smoothed marble.
“Okay good,” his voice still soft.
When he backed away from you let out a breath of air you’d been holding in.
“Where were you living before Dusting found you by the way?” he asked.
“Uh,” for some reason you took a second to answer, “Dustin’s home. In his walls.”
“What?!” Steve asked wide eyed.
#g/t#stranger things g/t#fanfic#g/t writing#g/t stranger things#g/t thoughts#giant/tiny#g/t art#g/t community#giant tiny#tiny!reader#tiny!y/n#giant!steve#human!steve
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saw these sad little leon gifs from after tonight's game and got really sad and decided he is insane and decided to call matthew to process and leon, to be honest, doesn't really even know why he calls? it just. makes sense for him? so he says fuck it, and dials.
Pretty much just dialogue nonsense. i am also sleepy like matthew so dont expect much and gnight, enjoy a crumb under the cut
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It’s late when Matthew’s phone rings.
In his sleep syrupy voice, “H’llo?”
No one answers.
“M’sorry, I think you have the wrong–”
“Tkachuk?”
Matthew pauses, tries to place the voice. “Um. Yeah?”
He can hear the person on the other end of the line breathe out slowly, “It’s Leon.” The voice is tense, like its owner is gritting his teeth, ripping off a bandaid.
Leon? Matthew racks his brain, trying to figure out who– oh. Oh.
“Leon, hey. Uh. What’s up man?”
“I just–” Leon breathes out, “This is stupid.”
Matthew sighs, sits up in bed, turns on the light like this is a conversation happening face to face, “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. I mean. No. Everything’s fucked. But I’m… I’m fine.”
Matthew hums. If the guy wants to share more, he will.
It’s quiet for a while, nearly too long.
“Well if that’s–”
“I needed someone to talk to.”
“Okay…”
“Someone outside of… all this.”
“What’s happening? Am I like your lifeline on a trivia show? Do I need to help you to pick between B and D? Because i gotta tell you, I’m picking D everytime.”
Leon huffs and Matthew knows it’s nearly a laugh. Good. He can do this. He can be annoying, he can distract Leon from whatever his problem is.
“God. No, I’m just. I miss. Listen, I miss our rivalry. Miss the fire of it. Miss being passionate and it fucking mattering. And. We just. We’re fucking up as this season and I don’t think I can do this. I can’t lose again, Tkachuk. We’ve got a perfect team on paper and it’s not working out there on the ice. I’m watching this fucking castle burn to the ground and I feel like I can’t do anything to stop it. I’ve got a fucking bucket of water or something and it’s not enough. It’s never– I’m not enough.”
Matthew’s there, head back against his headboard, breathing, listening, thinking what the hell is going on and why me and I don’t think I’ve ever heard Leon Draisaitl speak more than ten words at a time. But. He can do this. Does this well. Loves, relentlessly, uncaring for his own self.
And this, whatever this is, it’s not love. They don’t speak. Haven’t since. Well. And that’s fine! Leon chose. Matthew didn’t try either. But Matthew can do this. He can treat it like love for a fleeting moment at 2 in the morning, cradle it in his hands and mend it so it’s not so broken anymore.
“Leon, hey, slow down there. Take a breath with me.” Leon’s quiet for a moment, Matthew is too.
“First of all, you, you have to know, Leon, you are more than enough. So talented, and hardworking, you know yourself, you trust yourself. And even though this fucking ocean of doubt is swallowing you up, you have to–” Matthew laughs a little, knows it’s ridiculous when he says, “you have to be like Dory and just– keep swimming.”
Leon groans on the other end of the line, mumbles something akin to ‘I fucking hate the ocean.'
“Listen, I admire you. You’re a hell of a player– not many guys can play with Connor fucking McDavid and make him better, but you do. You’re part of something bigger than yourself. If you keep at it, it’ll come together into something great. I promise. And, hell, I wish I had half of the belief in myself that you do, like it’s something I can tell when I’m around you on the ice. As sure as gravity. You know what you’re capable of, sure of yourself, and I wish that was me.
“So, don’t give me any ‘I can’t do this’ bullshit because yes, you can. You are. Not every game is gonna work out, even my season’s off to a shitty start, but we keep persevering because the wins feel better than the losses, and it’s worth it to chase that. And in the losses? You push to figure who you are. You’ll make yourself better for when the highs come rolling through. Y’know? You’re great, you know you are, but who are you when your greatness is stripped away? That’s the thing you need to figure out, that’s how you persevere. Fight for that piece of yourself, the one that cares so much you called me to ask for advice.
“Sorry. I should stop talking. But. Y’know. You’re special, even if you are a dick.”
“Thank you, Matthew.”
Matthew’s breath hitches a little bit, cherishes the softness in Leon’s voice.
“‘Course.”
“I’ve missed you.”
“I-," Matthew feels like he's gotten the wind knocked out of his lungs, "Me too... You’re gonna be okay, you know that, right?”
“Yeah. I- I think I know now.”
“Okay. Well.”
“I should let you go.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“Oh I meant��”
“Shit, right. Sorry, tired.”
“You should go, even though I want you to stay. How’s that?”
“Better.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Goodnight, thank you.”
“You owe me.”
“The 19th? I can make it up to you then?”
“I want that.”
“Good. Sleep well, Matthew.”
Matthew hums, slips under his blankets, cradles his phone next to his ear and drifts to sleep. Leon sleeps too.
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Tangerines and deers- part 9
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Suggestive dialogue, he’s a lil flirt
Tangerine got off of you after a little bit, holding his hand out and helping you up.
You giggled like a little school girl, and he just rolled his eyes. You pressed a kiss to his cheek but he swatted you away.
“Oh, piss off.”
“So… uh, anyways, Ladybug and some other old guy is waiting for us a few cars up.” You said.
He sighed, and looked at you again.
“I’m not sure if I can make it there without ripping your fucking clothes off if you keep staring at me like that.” He said, hoping that would work and you guys didn’t have to go back and actually fight.
You smirked “C’mon, we gotta go before they get suspicious. We can do that later, when we’re alone and not on a train.”
You guys walked in silence mostly, a couple glances back and fourth but that was it until you reached the cars they were in before, but it was empty.
You guys walked around the train a bit more, and finally saw them.
“Hey!” You said, running and catching up with them. Tangerine muttered something under his breath that you didn’t quite hear.
“Oh, hi.” Ladybug looked back at you, and then back into the bathroom.
They both kneeled.
“Father. I don’t understand.”
“It is fate, my son.”
“Wataru?”
“He is safe.”
“Welp, he seemed like a decent guy.” He said and looked at lemon.
Tangerine caught up to them, and looked in the bathroom again.
“He shot me.”
“Me, too. Twice.”
“Stop talking about him.” Tangerine said, immediately getting protective over him.
“Sorry.”
Lemon woke up, and tangerine ran over to him. He yawned loudly.
“Lemon? I thought I fucking lost you.” He said, voice cracking slightly.
“Oh. Oh, man. Am I in hell?” He looked around. “Oh fuck.” He said, and opened up his shirt.
“Fucking vest, man.” He looked up at Tangerine.
“Oh, you drank the water.”
Lemon saw the necklace on his neck, and looked up at tangerine. He began to take it off, but Tangerine stopped him.
“Nah, It looks better on you. Keep it.” He said. Lemon smiled at him, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.
“You… you’re more of a Thomas.” Lemon said, putting the sticker on his hand.
When they pulled away, Lemon noticed something on his neck.
“Is that- is that a hickey?”
Tangerine turned pink, slightly, and touched his neck. They all looked at you. You shrugged slowly.
“Oops.. must’ve gotten carried away.” You said.
Lemon laughed, and tangerine helped him stand up.
They all went back and sat down, Kimura tried to stop the bleeding. You kneeled beside him on the floor.
“Mind if I help?”
“Please.” He mumbled. You lifted his shirt up and applied pressure on the gunshot, and continued cleaning other wounds on him as well.
Lemon watched you, as Tangerine sat next to him.
“So, you and Deer, eh?”
He sighed “Seems like it.”
“I’m glad. That’s.. that’s good, that you found someone, man.” He was secretly scared of him replacing him.
“I’m not gonna replace you, if that’s what you’re worried about. You’ll always be my brother.” Tangerine said.
“Fella’s, Deer, we need to come up with a plan.” Ladybug said.
Kimura and Lemon started to fight, saying something about how he shot him, you stopped what you were doing and stood up, standing next to Ladybug now.
He threw toilet paper at them, trying to stop them.
“When we are so quick to anger, we are slow to understand.” Ladybug said.
“I’m fast to kick your ass, though, I swear to God-“ lemon said, annoyed at his stupid words.
“Lemon- Lemon! C’mon, man.” Tangerine tried to pull him off. You sat across from the man, who seemed to be the only one who wasn’t trying to kill anyone.
You sighed “Men, am I right?” You joked, and put your head against the window glass.
They shouted and screamed, and the man had finally had enough.
“Gentlemen!” He shouted, louder than them. It even caused you to jump as he stood up.
“A plum does not resent the hungry man, but the farmer who planted the tree.”
No one noticed you, sound asleep, resting your head on the glass except for Tangerine. He just sat down and sighed.
“He resents the farmer?”
“So how do plums have fuckin’ resentments? So how can it resent?”
“Listen. The white death is the farmer.”
“So we’re the plums. We’re the plums?” He looked to Lemon.
“It doesn’t make sense. Why are you motherfuckers using metaphors. He almost shot my fucking brother!” He pointed to tangerine, who just wanted to leave already.
“Oh please, I didn’t even shoot him!”
“You shot my son! We prepare together… or we die alone.”
“That’s all I was trying to say.” He said, he looked back and saw you sleeping.
“I wouldn’t wake her. She’s an asshole when she wakes up.” Ladybug said, and the man looked back.
“Well, it’s either that or she-“
“Don’t even say it. Don’t even fucking say it.” Ladybug said. Pointing a finger at him.
“I’ll wake her up, for fucks sake.” Tangerine slammed his hands on the table and went over to you.
“Wake up.” He shook your shoulders. You groaned and thought it was ladybug.
“Just a few more minutes, lovebug.” You booped his nose. He scrunched his nose in disgust and quickly got away.
“Yeah, never mind. You can wake her up.” Tangerine said, and sat next to lemon.
Ladybug sighed, and slapped you.
“Ow! What the fuck?” You yelled, and slapped him back.
“Ow.” He muttered, and held a hand to his face.
“I told you a few more minutes.” You complained.
“That was tangerine, not me.”
“Oh.” You felt embarrassed.
“The white death waits for you with his army of assassins. Killers from all countries. But he has no idea my son and I are on this train. If fates wills, I will get my revenge.”
“I’ll head to the back and stop as many as I can.”
“I’ll go to the driver car, and get us the fuck out of here. What are you guys gonna go, joburg?”
“I’m gonna buy us some time.”
“I’m sorry, what? No, no, absolutely not.”
“Deer..” he sighed.
You pulled him aside, away from the others so they didn’t hear the conversation “No. It’s too risky.” He stared at you “No!”
“How many missions have you gone on with me?”
“Too many.”
“And how many have we failed?”
“… none.”
“Exactly. I’ll be fine. I promise.” He said.
“Ladybug, what the hell will I do if this plan doesn’t work?”
“You’ll live. As long as you live, I don’t care what happens to me. Fear is temporary. Regret lasts forever. If something happened to you, I’d live with that regret for the rest of my life. Okay?”
“If you die- if anything happens to you, I’d be the one feeling regret for not doing anything.”
“Deer, I’ll be fine. I promise.” He sighed and took something out of his pocket.
“I remember you said that you loved that bracelet a while back, I kept it for the right time.“
“You… remembered.”
It was a little bracelet, with a ladybug and a deer charm.
“I always do.” He smiled, and opened his arms again. You ran into his arms, tears in your eyes. You hugged him tightly, so tight he worse that his lungs would collapse is you kept doing it.
“Okay- okay-“ he said, patting your back.
“I can’t really breathe.” He rasped out, and you loosened your grip.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He laughed, and you guys pulled away after a little.
“Be safe.. okay?” You said, as the train stopped and arrived at Kyoto station.
“You too.” He said, and smiling before you left him. You went back to tangerine and the elder.
“So.. what the fuck do we do?”
“Go help your brother.”
“Sir, with all due respect, are you sure your sons got it? He’s a little damaged and-“
“He’ll be fine. Go!” He said, and you two shrugged and walked away.
#tangerine x reader#bullet train x reader#bullet train#aaron taylor johnson#tangerine bullet train#tangerine#aaron taylor johnson x reader
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did you guys know that i really, REALLY love both of the pilot episodes for mp100 seasons 1 and 2 because theyre fucking perfect. i'm gonna talk about them. shut up
S1E1:
literally the first thing you see is a distorted mob fighting evil spirits in a wasteland while his bgm plays. no dialogue, no context, no explanations; just batshit visuals and music to make sure you're awake for what's to come
introduces reigen in the funniest ways possible and immediately gets you familiar with his Vibe, yet leaves you with even more questions like "is this the main character? am i supposed to root for this asshole????"
whoops here comes a little boy! whoops he's extremely powerful! and doesn't that music sound familiar??
"THIS IS SHIGEO KAGEYAMA, ALSO KNOWN AS MOB- ... THE PROTAGONIST OF THIS STORY" incredible.
in contrast to All That we then see mob and reigen's ridiculous dynamic, followed by mob's daily life at school. whatever expectations you had about either of these characters 9 minutes ago were wrong (OR WERE THEY????)
now that you know the duo and their main characteristics a little better it's time to really watch them in action. the haunted tunnel does such a good job of showing what mob and reigen actually do at work, how they play off on each other's quirks, setting the tone for the overall supernatural plot, and of course the animation is just gorgeous too
ESTABLISHES THAT REIGEN ACTUALLY DOES LOOK OUT FOR MOB, AND WORRIES FOR HIS SAFETY, EVEN WHEN HE (REALISTICALLY) DOESN'T NEED TO. i can't stress how important this is to show from the beginning, i've seen so many people gloss over that detail and continue to act like he doesn't care about him?? wtf
ALSO ESTABLISHES MOB'S UNCONDITIONAL KINDNESS AND FORGIVENESS. very good
that final scene of mob just.. staring at a group of teens hanging out and talking together while he waits for reigen at the station, who then takes him out for ramen. it adds even more to the genuinity of their friendship, but also hints at mob's struggle to connect with others and figure out what to do in his spare time. all of that, that single episode is just like, the whole show. this is all you need to know
S2E1:
same old reigen with his same old schemes, but it's a nice detail that he didn't wamt to take money from the poor farmer guy and instead asked for a cut of his harvest (who said he doesn't even do fieldwork for a living anyway). reigen's refusal to accept unfair payment comes up a lot in this show and i think that's neat
same(?) old(?) mob goes "shishou for the love of god i have a life outside of this job yknow"
when the wriggle spirit captures reigen first and threatens to kill him if mob persists, mob actually lets his guard down. 1) he learned from last time 2) possibly foreshadowing how mob will be the one to save reigen in more ways than one this season
mob realizes that the spirit isn't directly possessing the plants, but rather sending out a signal that forces them to obey it, which is technically still a form of "control". COUGH minegishi COUGH COUGH toichiro
also mob basically learns plant magic! ~this action will have consequences~
🅱️ROCCOLI
lots of arcs that started in s1 are immediately continued! ichi and the psycho helmet cult, shinji stepping down from the student council, ritsu supporting his brother, etc. and just seeing how many friends mob has now that want him to succeed is amazing
the fact that mob even agrees to ichi's plan about the election and takes it so seriously is proof of how much more determined/confident he's become
mob gets asked out for the first time in his life, and even though it turns out he rejected emi, he's so cool about everything and still wants to hang out and get to know her - early s1 mob probably couldn't have handled it this well
"do you even have feelings, or your own opinions?" "i decided to consider my feelings more" THOSE ARE THE MAGIC WORDS FOR SEASON 2'S OVERALL THEMES AND PLOT BABEY!!!!
the floating paper scene. i don't even need to say anything just take it in
OHO? TSUBOMI? SCHEMING? LURKING? could this be the beginning of the rumored "character depth" i've heard so much about???
n e way. season 3 soon. explodes
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Hook/Jack/Darby prompt: fortune cookies
(okay so after writing that fucking throuple fic i was like huh i wonder how that all came to be AND THEN YOU PROMPTED THIS and i was like shit now this stupid ot3 is going to become my entire personality isn't it ANYWAY this is the first, chronological, for this dialogue-only experiment i've got going on 💚🧡⚰️)
"—got the sauce on my fingers, and—"
"Okay, well hold still, and then—okay, okay, he's here. Hi, Darby. Uh, yeah, um... have a seat."
"... sure."
"Um, it's, uh, good to see you."
"I hope so, since you invited me."
"Haha, right."
"You ordered food already?"
"We got here early."
"And your food already arrived?"
"Really, really early."
"Yes, thanks Hook, uh. We, uh... anyway. Uh, it's good to... I already said that. Uh, so, how are you?"
"... hungry."
"Well, you can eat. We ordered, like, so much food."
"Yeah, we were really ner.... uh. Um. No? Okay. Right, uh. Mm. Right, so... Darby."
"Jack."
"You and I, uh... you know, we, uh, tagged together. That was... that was fun, and uh... well, see, I always sort of thought that we, uh..."
"... what is this hand motion thing."
"Uh. A... th... you know, kind of a thing."
"A... thing."
"Yeah, you know, I kind of always though that, um, you and I sort of had, like, a connection, you know? A, uh... am I, am I doing this right?"
"Fuck if I know, Jack."
"Uh, and uh...okay, well. We, Hook and I, we... um... we, uh, had a... a proposition for you. We have a proposition for you. Um. I should have, uh, practiced this. Ahead of time."
"Hold on. Is this a sex thing?"
"... is this a...?"
"Darby. Why would we invite you to this hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant—"
"And be in a dark corner—"
"—and specifically request a dark booth in the corner, if we were going to ask you something normal?"
"Oh. Okay."
"What... what does that mean, 'oh, okay'?"
"I was just checking for comprehension."
"...he was just...?"
"Okay, what Jack has been trying to say, is that we, him and me, we... yeah, this is a sex thing."
"Okay."
"What does... what does that mean, exactly?"
"Well, you really haven't given me any specifics yet."
"We have to... Hook, we need... uh... how specific are you looking for here?"
"Ballpark it, Jack."
"Ballpark it... uh. Okay, but like, how... how much in the ballpark are we talking about, like. Uh, are we, uh, getting a home run? Or, like, going to...bases? Plates? A fly ball? I really don't know baseball."
"Jack, what the fuck is a fly ball in this analogy?"
"I don't know, Hook, I'm panicking, and I don't know what to—he's laughing now. He's just laughing."
"I'm sorry, I've just never seen anyone stumble this badly asking someone else for a threesome."
"You get asked this a lot or something?"
"No, but man, it's gotta be smoother than this, holy shit."
"Oh god. He's... he's totally right, this is the worst—"
"Darby."
"Yes, Hook."
"You wanna have sex with us or not?"
"Hm."
"That's... that's just a face. What does that mean? Is that a yes or a no? You want—yeah, okay, just... eat some... sure."
"Y'know, the food's really good though."
"Yeah, it's good?"
"Mm. Okay."
"... what does... what does that okay mean?"
"Darby, you keep saying okay and no one fucking knows what that means."
"Man, you guys really are nervous."
"Yeah, we panic ordered five dinners, what do you want?"
"One second."
"Why are you... the fortune cookie is supposed to come at the end, you know. Are you... he's just gonna open it."
"...and? Gonna share with the class?"
"Okay. I'll do it."
"Why did that sound like you're being drafted?"
"Did the fortune cookie tell you to do it?"
"Jack, you think I opened a fortune cookie, and it said, you should have a threesome with these dudes?"
"Okay, now that you say that, I'm realizing it would have been really smart to plant that on the table before you got here, but, uh, probably not."
"So, first we eat this fuck ton of food you guys ordered, and—"
"Wait, like, you mean you'll do it tonight? Hook, do we...?"
"I mean, I guess... king sized beds."
"Mm. And there's totally a hot tub down by the pool."
"Darby, I don't... uh, I don't think we should do this in the very open hot tub... in the hotel where everywhere we work with is staying."
"Nah, of course we won't have sex there."
"Oh. Good, okay."
"It's just for foreplay."
"Jesus, Jack you fucking—water everywhere... you gonna die? You need me to, give you the Heimlich or something?"
"Oh my god."
"Sorry, you're just so easy to wind up. It's funny every time."
"Darby, don't kill him before we figure this shit out."
"Yeah, good point. Okay. We eat this food. You guys pay, because you've got no-limit platinum cards and you ordered enough for a small army, and then we go back to the hotel."
"And...?"
"And we see how specific it gets."
"... uh."
"Okay, Jack?"
"Yeah, okay, we'll just... we'll just wing it. Yeah. We'll just see what happens. Right, Hook?"
"Right. Absolutely."
"And, uh... what did the fortune cookie really say?"
"You should have a threesome with these dudes."
"Darby."
"Maybe I'll tell you later, Jack. But you should probably eat. I think you might need some energy for tonight."
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3. "Let's do this clean. No speed lab, just a club for anodic music." (Proceed with the club.)
EGG HEAD - "YEAHH!" The young man's smile widens to inhuman proportions. His teeth beam in the floodlight.
ANDRE - "I knew it..." The would-be leader drops his spiked head between his knees...
"It's impossible now."
EGG HEAD - "No, Andre, it's *harder* now. This Hard Cop has come to show us how much the fish is and the fish is always *so much* more... We all know there was never going to be a club for anodic music with the speed lab. Now it has a fighting chance!"
"What's that about a fish?"
"So there was never going to be a club in there?"
EGG HEAD - "There *needs* to be a club for anodic music in there. NEEDS TO! Everyone hates each other. Everybody hates it here, it's all just drugs and we're slaves and I *can't*... we are running out of time!"
"We need a win, Andre." He looks at you. "I promise this will be a win! We won't cook speed in there, we'll do it clean, we'll do it true. We'll do it sober and *real* and beautiful. This will be a victory for the light!"
SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - This will be nothing.
You can hear the ice crack underneath you. Outside the last century waterfront development is crumbling in the wind, a grapeshot row of falling houses. And so is Rue Saint-Gérôme and all the houses on Main Row. The Old Cinema is sinking underneath Villalobos...
"Wait, does anyone feel that?"
"Right. Let's call this incident crime prevention, but I have my eye on you."
ANDRE - "What?"
"Nothing... Let's call this incident crime prevention. But I have my eye on you."
+1 Narcomania
ANDRE - "Okay, we'll try to do it without the drugs." He raises his head from between his knees.
"We'll do a straight up club in there, spinning the maddest reels and nothing but, I swear to god! Okay, Egg?"
EGG HEAD - "From here on it'll be straight all the way!"
4. "That's it for now." [Leave.]
ANDRE - "Be careful in there, officer. And tell us how it goes, yeah? We'll be here."
Let's talk to Egg Head next.
EGG HEAD - A young man with peroxide blond hair holds up a Harmon-Wowshi tape player, nodding along to the music. He looks at you with a knowing smile and says...
INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - ....as though you're supposed to be sharing some tremendous, evangelical secret...
EGG HEAD - "Hard core."
Say nothing.
"Is it?"
EGG HEAD - "IT'S HAAAAAAAAARD CORE!"
"You're just gonna keep saying it's *hard core*, aren't you?"
"I don't know what to say to that."
EGG HEAD - "Skibadee, skibadanger! I am the rearranger!"
AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - Your cop training did not prepare you for this. What to do?
INLAND EMPIRE [Trivial: Success] - Could there have been a *right* way out of this garden of forking paths, you think?
New task: Solve the Egg Head puzzle
Yep, Egg Head is a *Monkey Island* style dialogue-tree puzzle. Let's talk to Noid instead.
NOID - "So you had a talk with Andre, and now you want to discuss things with Noid? Good." Skin shows through the holes in the speedfreak's too-large sweater. In front of him -- an open toolbox full of carpentry tools and parts.
"It's good you talked to Andre first. Gave me time to get a reading on your *sine*. Can't really talk to people before you get a reading." He runs his hand through his hair, which is combed back in mock seriousness, and continues to fiddle with some gears.
"'Sine'?"
"I saw a sticker on the padlock. Can you tell me anything about it?"
"Tell me about the machines you saw in the church."
"Why are you called 'Noid'?"
"Okay, maybe I'll come back later. [Leave.]
NOID - "Yeah. Gotta compare, see if we can align."
"Interesting."
"That's ridiculous."
NOID - "I suck at socializing, man. Even now our sine synchronization is way off. But I'll see what I can do." He continues to rearrange his tools.
2. "I saw a sticker on the padlock. Can you tell me anything about it?"
NOID - "A sticker... you mean the yellow one? Can you describe it to me?"
CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - Interesting. He wants you to *describe* it, though he already knows what it looks like.
"Why describe it, if you already know what I mean?
"I mean this one." (Show the sticker on your ledger.)
"Okay. It's a yellow circle -- the human face -- with X-es for eyes and a smile underneath. I think the X-es mean the guy is dead."
NOID - "So I can hear you do it. Sometimes the outside gaze helps us reflect on things."
ANDRE - "Noid, don't bother our guest with your games."
NOID - "Piss off, Andre, me and Mr. Cop are trying to discuss art."
ANDRE - "You shouldn't talk like that."
"Yeah, you should be more respectful."
"I don't mind a little foul language here and there."
NOID - "Cool. The ban on foulness, that's the moralists' plot to alienate us from our bodily functions so they can control us more fully..."
"Anyhow, what was the sticker like?"
Produce your ledger and show him the sticker.
NOID - "Oh wow! Right on your cop ledger! You like it?"
"Yeah, it's cool."
"It's super stupid, that's what it is. I think it reminded me of myself."
"It's very modern. I'd like to learn more about it."
NOID - "You're right, it's the harbinger of a new era. What would you like to know?"
"What's it supposed to be?"
"What makes the sticker so modern?"
"I think we've exhausted the subject for now."
NOID - "A dead guy smiling."
+5 XP
"And what does it mean? Why is the dead guy smiling?"
NOID - "He defeated History. We are living in the age of History, and in the eyes of History we are always already dead. How can we ever smile, then? Because History is a lie, and so are its deaths..."
"The present moment and life are the hard core. The hard core expels death."
He thinks. "Or maybe he's not dead, maybe he's just really ecstatic about the beats."
ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - Or drugged out of his mind, come to think of it.
"He could also be drugged out of his mind."
"I'm thinking maybe the smiling dead guy is a symbol for communism. It's also dead, but doesn't care."
Better not mention it.
NOID - He considers this for a moment. "Yeah, that interpretation holds."
2. "What makes the sticker so modern?"
NOID - "Simplicity was brought to us by classical Solaist modernism, but that was a *tasteful*, harmonious simplicity, right?"
"Well, hard core is not tasteful or outwardly harmonious. It's a warning shot: 'This will be dangerous.' The echo of man's loss, haunting him."
"The sticker, the clothes, the music -- same thing."
"You come up with this stuff by yourself?"
"Seems awesome." (Nod in agreaance.)
"My head is spinning. It's hard to keep up with the times."
NOID - "Not alone. Many people are thinking the same thing right now. There's a gathering at The Paliseum. The beat is the same for all."
3. "I think we've exhausted the subject for now."
NOID - "I guess one could write an entire treatise on the thing. But what for?"
2. "What about now? Are the sines all right now?"
NOID - "Na... huh. Still strongly out of sync. Stage gamma dis-alignment."
"What?"
NOID - "You heard me." He examines the small metal bolt in his hand.
Is this what it's like for other people to talk to *us*?
4. "Tell me about the machines you saw in the church."
NOID - He cringes. "Weird stuff. Specialized. There was a data processor and some sort of long-wave machinery."
"Wires going into water. Gives off a spy sine, or some fucked up Samaran science sine… you know, the kind that goes head first into the supra-natural."
"What's wrong with the supra-natural?"
"I'm privy to the supra-natural arts. You a believer too?" (Proceed.)
NOID - "Nothing's wrong with it. It should definitely be researched. You can still do sick shit with it, though."
INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - The sickest. That is perhaps *why* it should be researched.
2. "I'm privy to the supra-natural arts. You a believer too?" (Proceed.)
NOID - "Most of it doesn't exist, but there's also stuff that isn't *allowed* to exist because the moralists think it's too *dangerous* for the plebes."
"Psionic powers, pale-related diseases, *pretenders* pretending to be human, folk rites, that kind of stuff."
5. "Why are you called 'Noid'?"
NOID - "The hard core aesthetic is esoteric. It is not meant to be discussed with the law at this moment." He picks up some sort of a widget.
INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - It's not easy to reach a harmonic resonance of sines without some adjustment.
"Does this mean... we need sine matching?"
"I don't understand what that means."
NOID - "Yes, further sine-matching would do good for us. One way to achieve this would be by getting us into the church."
New task: Sync the sines with Noid
6. "Okay, maybe I'll come back later." [Leave.]
ANDRE - "Hi again. So, uh... How're things going?" He looks excited. The tips of his hair are sharp and white. The bleach has consumed almost all of the toothbrush on the mirror in front of him.
2. "I know Noid has his sines, but what's the deal with Egg Head there?"
ANDRE - "He's a quiet man, mostly communicates through music... and by being a master of ceremonies."
"Uh, what's a master of ceremonies?"
"How do *you* communicate with him?"
"Oh, that makes sense. Another question then."
ANDRE - "You know, a host. A declaimer of slogans. He's a performer. Gets the people going."
DRAMA [Medium: Success] - Interesting, sire. A bit like you then. An 'MC', for short.
"How do *you* communicate with him?"
ANDRE - "Well..." he shrugs, "...he's just kinda here, I don't really know how to *communicate* with him."
"Have you ever *really* talked to him?"
ANDRE - "Yeah, sometimes... when I, like, stumble and find my way into his centre. You have to hear a lot of 'hard core to the mega' first, though."
EGG HEAD - The man smiles mysteriously -- choosing to let the beat speak for itself.
INTERFACING [Medium: Success] - I get it. He's a puzzle.
Alright. Let's solve it, then.
EGG HEAD - The young man with the tape recorder acknowledges your return. When he looks at you, he squints as though you were the setting sun...
"This is hard core."
Say nothing.
"Is it?"
EGG HEAD - "HARD CORE!"
Still say nothing.
"But is it? I mean, really?"
EGG HEAD - "YEAAGHH!"
DRAMA [Medium: Success] - This young man adds a capital *G* before the *H* in his *YEAGHs* and *AAGHs*. This produces a guttural, *Gottwaldian* accent and makes him sound more animal, more *in it*.
ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - Or maybe it's not Gottwaldian, maybe it's *Oranjese* -- probably an homage to Oranje, where Arno van Eyck is from, judging by his name. Could you be listening to an Arno van Eyck creation *right now*?
"So this is the famous van Eyck I'm hearing?"
"YeaaaaaaGH!"
EGG HEAD - "You know about him..." He moves his mouth, but sound doesn't come out. His eyes are the size of saucers. Looks like you've rendered him speechless.
ANDRE - "You know van Eyck?"
"Yeah, I'm a major Eyck-head."
"Your friend Acele mentioned him."
"No, it was just a turn of phrase."
ANDRE - "Wow!"
NOID - The skinny wraith looks at you with some disbelief.
EGG HEAD - "So am I! SO AM I!" He begins to shake his head so everyone would understand.
ANDRE - "Oh!" Andre almost falls over backward from the realization. "Is *that* why they call you Egg Head, because..."
EGG HEAD - "Eyck-Head to the mega! The K became the G! The boy became the man!"
"THE ADVENT!"
Well, that got us *somewhere*, but it wasn't the solution to the puzzle. Let's try again.
EGG HEAD - "Back to the heavyweight jam!" says the young man with the tape player and the large boiadeiro boots. Lung-shaped trees sprout on his silver belt buckle.
"Hard core!"
Say nothing.
"Is it?"
EGG HEAD - "HARD CORE!"
Still say nothing.
"But is it? I mean, really?"
EGG HEAD - "HARD CORE TO THE MEGA!"
Say nothing.
"Alright!"
EGG HEAD - "INTERNALLY COHERENT!"
Still say nothing.
"I was wondering if you knew who killed the mercenary hanging behind the Whirling-in-Rags hostel?"
EGG HEAD - "Good morning, yeah! One, two, three! Yekokataa, the place to be!"
"I am beginning to think this really doesn't have anything to do with the case."
"You said that before. Why is this *Yekokataa* the place to be? What does that mean?"
EGG HEAD - "Yekokataa is a hard core place!"
ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - "Yekokataa" is an abbreviation from the Graadian term "Zone of Ecological Catastrophe," an agricultural megaproject in the extreme south east of the Graadian isola. It involved cutting-edge approaches to irrigation and a completely new type of fertilizer.
An intricate system of irrigation networks pockmarking the earth, intermittent seas of phosphorous mud, ripped tarpaulin fluttering in the wind… A pair of molten rubber boots also comes to mind. All in all -- a truly hard core place.
Nope.
EGG HEAD - "We're close!" says the young man with the tape player and the large boiadeiro boots. Lung-shaped trees sprout on his silver belt buckle.
"True, hard, full core!"
...skipping back to where we were...
Still say nothing.
"I was wondering if you knew who killed the mercenary hanging behind the Whirling-in-Rags hostel?"
EGG HEAD - "ALL CORE! ALL RIGHT! YEAH!"
Say nothing.
"Please tell me, what exactly are you doing?"
EGG HEAD - He furrows his brow as his very large head traces the sublime invisible movement of the music in the very real air of the stuffy tent...
"HAAAAAAARD COOORE!!! AAAAAAAIGHH!!!" He lets out an agonized roar over the feeble-ish, obviously not too hard core beat below.
"SO HARD CORE!"
"No, but seriously... I'm a little worried it isn't."
EGG HEAD - "The question is, what is the question?"
"Just answer the question!"
"That would have been good, if I had asked you a question. But I didn't. Now it's just idiotic."
EGG HEAD - "But there was a question..."
I feel like we made progress that time.
One last round...
EGG HEAD - He furrows his brow as his very large head traces the sublime invisible movement of the music in the very real air of the stuffy tent...
"HAAAAAAARD COOORE!!! AAAAAAAIGHH!!!" He lets out an agonized roar over the feeble-ish, obviously not too hard core beat below.
"SO HARD CORE!"
"No, but seriously... I'm a little worried it isn't."
EGG HEAD - "Is it, though?" He stops dead in his tracks, tilting his head to the side.
"IT IS!"
"I was just thinking that a moment ago!"
EGG HEAD - "But is it? I mean, really?" He tilts his head to the other side, like an owl.
"THE QUESTION IS, WHAT IS THE QUESTION?!"
"I was thinking that too!"
EGG HEAD - "No, but seriously... I'm a bit worried it isn't." He frowns, then starts bobbing his head back and forth once more.
Task complete: Solve the Egg Head puzzle
+10 XP
SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - The skin on your back is crawling. For a second you can't even hear the music anymore.
There is a hawthorn tree on Rue de Saint-Ghislaine, right next to the canal.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - Don't be alarmed! Everything is okay. He isn't actually *worried*. Everything is still super hard core! What he probably means is -- it could be even more so!
"You said you were worried. What do you think is wrong with the music?"
"Are you a thought reader?"
"Why are there lungs on your belt buckle?"
"Alright. Goodbye, Egg Head." [Leave.]
EGG HEAD - "There's nothing wrong with it. I'm still in love with the hard core." He turns pensive all of a sudden.
"Sometimes I just feel like anodic music is in its infancy, you know? For example, take this Arno van Eyck jam I've been pumping for the last month... and will continue pumping for the rest of '51..."
"Isn't something holding it back? From being hyper?" He thinks for a moment, then his expression clears…
"It's like it's only *ultra*."
ANDRE - "I think it's super hard core, but you're right, it's not *hyper* hard core."
CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - If anything, it sounds a bit *proto*. Like it's not fully formed yet. You might be a moribund alcoholic and a failed cop, but you are pretty certain a thing cannot be both *proto* and *hard core*.
"It's hyper hard core."
"It's super hard core."
"It's only ultra hard core."
"It's proto -- not hard core at all."
"How much is the fish?"
NOID - "This is a serious matter. Stop talking about fish. Fish has got nothing to do with this."
PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - "Psst..." You can hear the would-be leader whisper to his friend: "Don't let him know he doesn't understand the fish thing."
4. "It's proto -- not hard core at all."
EGG HEAD - "WHOAH! Culture Cop!"
+1 Art Cop
"I think you might be right! But how could it *become* hard core then? I know it in my heart, but cannot think it in my head. If this is not hard core, how could anything be..."
"Sounds suspiciously like a *question*. I thought the question was: What is the question?"
Try to think if anything could make it… harder-core?
"Wait! I just remembered something! I'm the police!"
"I can't help you with this right now. I need something else, something *extra*..."
EGG HEAD - "No, this is THE ANSWER!"
2. Try to think if anything could make it… harder-core?
EGG HEAD - "Whaaaat?!" He looks at you with customary amazement. "Guys, there's something happening in his head!"
Think even harder.
EGG HEAD - "Oh yeah! He's DOING it!"
LOGIC [Medium: Success] - But you're not. This is almost certainly a matter that surpasses the limits of reason.
"My imagination fails me."
EGG HEAD - "I know, so does mine!" He laughs and shakes his head.
3. "Wait! I just remembered something! I'm the police!"
EGG HEAD - "Uh-uh?" The young man is bursting with anticipation!
"Nothing. Me being the police isn't going to help us."
"Actually, it's more likely to *hinder* us."
"And I have a job to do instead of this absurd idiocy! Goodbye." [Leave.]
EGG HEAD - "Oh..."
4. "I can't help you with this right now. I need something else, something *extra*..."
EGG HEAD - "YEAGHH!" (He's not even the slightest bit disappointed.)
2. "Are you a thought reader?"
EGG HEAD - "NO NATION, BUT TRANCE NATION! NO WAR, BUT CLASS WAR!"
"Does that mean you're a thought reader?"
"So you're not a thought reader, you're a communist?"
"Tell me something else, Egg Head..."
NOID - "Don't be a lunatic. Of course he isn't. Germaine here just yells random things. Odds are, sooner or later one of them will come off as thought reading."
EGG HEAD - "Yeah! REVACHOL IMPERATIVE!"
NOID - "Unless you were thinking 'REVACHOL IMPERATIVE' right now... Anyway, I've had a similar thing happen with Egg's yelling, I know what you mean."
(Lie.) "But I *was* thinking 'Revachol imperative'!"
"You're right, I wasn't thinking that."
NOID - "That's fucked up, man. Lying like that. And a cop too..."
2. "So you're not a thought reader, you're a communist?"
NOID - "He's not a communist. That's just something he likes to yell. He picked it up from a tape-jockey at The Paliseum... *she* was a communist though."
EGG HEAD - "YEAH! WITH A REBEL YELL!"
3. "But why aren't you a communist? Communism is the truth."
EGG HEAD - "I can be a communist!" He nods. "If you want that -- do you want me to be a communist?!"
NOID - "Please don't turn him into a communist."
ANDRE - "Oh yeah, turn him into a communist, c'mon! It would be super!"
"Be a communist, Egg Head. The future needs your help."
"Don't be a communist... wait, what am I saying? Of course be a communist!"
"Don't be a communist. That path is *too* hard core."
EGG HEAD - "AIIIIIGH!!!" he yells. You guess he is a communist now.
+5 XP
4. "Tell me something else, Egg Head…"
EGG HEAD - "Communism rules the nation!" He looks at you with an almost impossibly wide, shining grin, looking to see if you approve
"Right on, comrade luminary!"
"Almost there. Could use just a bit more work..."
"You're wrong. Communism doesn't rule the nation."
That is exactly what communism *doesn't* do, in fact.
EGG HEAD - "I'm sorry."
EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - The young man drops his oversized head in shame. He is truly sorry he couldn't come up with a proletarian yell that would satisfy The Great Leader.
3. "Is your real name *Germaine*?"
EGG HEAD - "D'accord hard core! Germaine Egg-Head."
ANDRE - "Uhm, basically, yes it is."
4. "Why are there lungs on your belt buckle?"
EGG HEAD - "Lungs are for love!"
"Why would lungs be for love?"
"Good to know."
EGG HEAD - "When Dolores Dei was anointed innocence, her lungs started glowing through her body, for the world loved her and she loved it back! YEAGH!"
CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - Why wouldn't they be? Are the lungs not the place where you hold the breath of your soul?
"Really?"
"Oh yeah. That makes perfect sense."
EGG HEAD - "I think so."
"That doesn't sound like a thing that would happen."
"Thank you for the story."
"Well. The lungs are where you hold the breath of your soul, aren't they?"
EGG HEAD - "Heiligeili!"
I'm just going to duck out of this conversation real quick so I can make a better attempt at this Phys Int check.
6. "Alright. Goodbye, Egg Head." [Leave.]
EGG HEAD - "Alright! HERE COMES THE NIGHT!"
EGG HEAD - The large-headed youth has closed his eyes, lost in the music. Sensing you, he opens them...
"Good morning, comrade! Yeaaaaaah!" he shouts, apparently unaware of the time of day.
4. [Physical Instrument - Challenging 12] Maybe your body can tell you what Arno van Eyck's jam is missing? To make it... harder core.
+1 Expert on anodic music.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Challeging: Success] - You know it in your lungs where the pressure should vibrate, in your heart that's alone, and in your solar plexus where the hits should land... so does every chordate animal...
"Needs more bass."
+1 Art Cop
EGG HEAD - "What?!" The young man makes a sudden move, like he's about to turn the volume down. But that would be ridiculous.
"And a melody. A good melody is what makes the song really *stick*, so that you can't get it out of your head anymore." (Point at your head.)
EGG HEAD - "Wow, okay! We should start with the melody. But where would we get that stuff from?"
"I don't know. I was thinking *you* would know…"
"Nowhere. I'm not gonna become some sort of Anodic Cop too, I've got enough copotypes already."
EGG HEAD - "Oh no, please become one... you'll miss out on so much good content otherwise. It's like being the greatest cop on earth!"
"Please. Please?" The young man smiles at you widely, bright and innocent as the summer sun.
I'm just kidding, of course we're going to become the Anodic Cop.
"Okay, I'll look into it. In an official capacity. It's up to the police to make the beats go harder." (Take the task.)
"Alright, I'll see if I come up with something on my own. A citizen investigation." (Take the task.)
"No, I really don't have time for this." (Don't take the task.)
EGG HEAD - The young man falls silent with appreciation. He even tries to contain his smile, as if it could hinder your investigation.
New task: Make van Eyck's jam harder core
ANDRE - "Basically what you need to find here is a tape with some banging music on it, so that Egg Head could use it to remix van Eyck's jam."
NOID - "Yeah. Maybe that streethawker across the pawnshop has got some tapes to sell? That's just an idea."
SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - There is a hawthorn tree on Rue de Saint-Ghislaine, right next to the canal. A reel of magnetic tape is caught in its branches, like bronze ribbons blowing in the wind...
"It feels cold."
"Rue de Saint-Ghislaine... I've been there."
Shake it off.
EGG HEAD - "Does it?" He looks around, looking for the cold.
2. Shake it off.
ANDRE - "Anyway... That's all yours to figure out, cop-man."
EGG HEAD - "COP-MAN!" yells Egg Head.
"Hey, I have a tape with me, maybe you can use it to improve van Eyck's jam."
EGG HEAD - "Tape, yeah!" He grins. "Spin the tape until the space escape, yeah!"
"I got you this banging Megamix." (Give him the Great Doorgunner Megamix.)
"Okay, never mind."
We could also give him *The Smallest Church in Saint-Saens*, if we still had that.
EGG HEAD - "Aiiight!" He snatches the tape from your hand and attaches it to the empty reel slot. One hand on his headphones, he listens to the audio. Then, shaking his head, he says:
"No. No, no, this is gonna make people scared!" He hands the tape back to you. "Keep it positive, keep the *love* in the house!"
2. "Okay, never mind."
EGG HEAD - "COMMUNISM FOREVER!!"
And with that we are *finally* done in the speedfreaks tent.
Welcome back, Kim. I hope you enjoyed standing out here on the ice for, uh. Two hours. But I promise we got a lot done in that time.
This post is probably already long enough, but let's just follow some things up with Acele real quick.
ACELE - The shaggy-haired girl kneels on the sea ice. She looks up as you approach.
"So you talked to my associates, right? Are you gonna help us? With the church, I mean."
"I'll help you alright."
"Can't say. Gotta ask questions first."
"Never mind." [Leave.]
ACELE - "Great!" She shivers. "Let us know if there's any progress, will you? We've been waiting for weeks here."
"Your associates tried to use me to set up a drug lab. I'm guessing you knew of this plan."
"The others told me you went inside the church. What did you see in there?"
"I'd like to know more about your associates."
ACELE - "I did and I'm sorry." She doesn't appear surprised. "For what it's worth... which isn't much."
KIM KITSURAGI - "This is why I didn't go into the tent." The lieutenant looks at the ocean, squinting his eyes. "Typical delinquency."
ACELE - "You don't get to choose your posse, they choose you. Mine are idiots, but they're mine. I tried to talk Andre out of it, I even tried not to lie to you..."
RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - Indeed. She merely tried to omit the truth instead.
"Instead you opted to omit the truth. It's the same thing."
"Should've tried harder. Misleading a cop is no joke."
"I don't care, I'm *loco*. I just wanted you to know that I know about the plan."
ACELE - "I know. But I knew you'd see through their plan too. I'm not an idiot. I should have been able to control them. I will in the future. I promise."
"May I ask, what did you tell them?"
"Do what you will with your dance club plans... just no drug labs, please."
ACELE - "Thank you." The young woman nods. "I'll get them under wraps, I promise."
"The others told me you went inside the church. What did you see in there?"
ACELE - "Oh, that... you're not gonna believe me. There's no point in me telling you."
RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - She's less prone to blurting out 'crab-man!' than the others.
"We'll see. Go ahead and tell me."
"You're right. Let me ask you about something else."
ACELE - "Okay," she nods. "I went in and saw a woman next to one of those machines there. Noid calls it a *mainframe*..."
"She was dressed like someone who's being raised by their grandmother, you know. Strange old clothes. Had this absent expression, didn't say anything, just stood still."
"Go on."
"That's not especially frightening."
ACELE - "And then, you know, right behind her a man *crawled down the wall*. Upside down, like a crab. Down the church wall. I think the woman didn't even know he was there, he was completely silent..."
"He stopped right before he got to the floor, then just hung there like that, looking at me. Right at me. I fucking turned around and walked out. End of story."
KIM KITSURAGI - "Like a *crab*, you say?" The lieutenant nods. His face is stone.
"What did this 'crab-man' look like?"
ACELE - "It was too dark." She shakes her head. "I couldn't tell exactly."
DRAMA [Easy: Success] - C'mon. She obviously could. She already went into detail.
"C'mon, quit stalling on me. What did he look like?"
"You were right. I don't believe you."
"You were wrong. I do believe you."
ACELE - "He looked like a banger, okay? He was all muscular and stuff. Had a mesh tanktop. I know it sounds ridiculous, but that only made it scarier, in a way..."
KIM KITSURAGI - "A crab *and* a banger?" The lieutenant raises an eyebrow.
ACELE - "Yes, a 'banger', as in a Mesque gang-member. I know what it sounds like, but that's what I saw."
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Writer interview
@vixstarria tagged me and I finally get to do it! Thank you <3
I am tagging @sky-kiss @scuttlingcrab and @thedomesticanthropologist
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
13 and some are multi-chapter. All are BG3 except for a german Inkheart one
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
85.408 -that is a surprising amount of words for being active less than a year
3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
His consort, his god - I finally wrote smut for a popular ship XD (bloodweave)
At her mercy - kinky sapphic Karlach x Durge smut
Natures most beloved treasure - Halsin x trans masc Tav smut
Direct from Hell Logistics - ongoing Raphael x Haarlep comedy/angst/smut/plot - this one has it all
A song of snow and embers and Copper Hearts share this place. one is a F/F/F/F foursome and the other my Astarion x male Tav longfic
4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I appreciate every single comment and try to show that. There's nothing better than the e-mail that says "comment on your work" and it can make my whole day. Sometimes I don't know what to respond if it's just a word or a keybord smash, but rest assured I see you and I love every one of those, too.
5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Angsty ending hmmmm. Because some of my stuff is not completed yet I am not gonna spoil anything but Dust and ash about Astarion's backstory was naturally quite angsty
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
Not. gonna. spoil XD
7. Do you write crossovers?
Not yet. Maybe I could count Copper hearts because I took Francys from my original work and planted him into Bg3
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
No, not yet.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I do. I am exploring all kinds atm with preferably queer pairings wlw or mlm or nb. I can also write mlw from the men's perspective but not the other way round :D
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not as far as I know.
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Boy I wish.
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No and I am not sure if I could commit to a project like that.
13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Hmmmmm ... Raphlep probably
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
My german Inkheart fic with a genderbent lesbian Basta. Damn I was invested in creating this character, but gave up after a while because it was a lot of work and it being german and a niche topic in a small fandom was not very rewarding tbh. I know I should not care and maybe I'll come back to it when the Inkheart obsession comes over me again.
15. What are your writing strengths?
I am good at setting the scene. Atmosphere and small mundane details that make the setting feel alive. I have always liked that in reading as in writing, because it makes you feel like you are actually there when you can hear and smell and taste the scene.
Also I am okay at developing coherent plot, but that's mainly practice from writing a lot of og work before I started with fics.
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
I still struggle with english grammar and punctuation at times so I always have a beta reader. And I am lucky to have great ones.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I am not a fan. It confuses me. Singular phrases and such yes, but not entire dialogue. Especially if it's german in an english fic I get super confused.
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
*digs through her files* So, my first works were basically fic for my best friend's story. (I was in my early teens.) But since she was the author the lines between canon and fic are blurry and the "fandom" consisted of three people of which one was the author XD
So if we don't count that the first one would be Hunger Games - It was one chapter and I never published it
19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?
We'll see what posesses me next I guess, though I think Bg3 will stay with me for a considerable amount of time. And ship wise ... I feel Durgetash creeping up on me.
20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
Definitely Direct from Hell Logistics. I am having so much fun with it. It constantly makes me laugh and sheme and I also feel all the angst. Also it is ongoing and I get to explore the story alongside the readers (though I have a rough plot structure to keep me on track).
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🌸 TAG YOU’RE IT! Name your Top 5 OTP created by your fellow simmers. Spread the love and happy simming! 🌸
oh my god oh my lord oh my good jesus you asked the WRONG PERSON LET'S GO
ahem hem hem hem hemm hemhem
these are not in numerical order i lose my mind abt these ships on the daily
mr. and mrs. drake from @cinamun's amazing "things fall apart" series (we remember the "/indya" tag days ok!!) the love i have for miss indya williams will never die and i swear i feel like i know her like she's a real person at this point, but i have never been more spellbound by a character's growth and development than the kind of writing i see in darren drake okay. these two have been through it, have talked and not talked, have loved and fought, and have gone through hell to be together. never have i wanted two lil pixel people to be happy more than i want them to have a good life with their babies. if that's not love, i don't know what is. (plus the way they abuse that wickedwhims i mean cmon)
jet lem-43 and kana lothario from @gothoffspring's lem-43 legacy! their courtship was so Soft, it literally makes my teeth rot and my heart ache. every touch is so gentle and full of love, they make poses seem as though they were made for these two. i am absolutely gnawing at the walls to see their babies because i know those lil bundles of pixel chub will be precious
@hauntedtrait's mortimer and bella goth are genuinely some of my favorite iterations of my favorite couple, and not just because fangs is my soulmate ok. they're able to add a prose and a warmth to the love between these two that maintains their sensuality while really building a believable foundation of the two's bond, and i'm a big sucker for a devoted morty and a beautiful and kind and mysterious bella ;u;
okay we all know that i'm livin' it up with my husband randy in his motel, and we are of course the top couple here-- pff, if you didn't think i wouldn't be in here losing my mind over the future mr and mrs. finch from @rebouks's incredible epic "somnium", then you don't know me. after my life experiences, i love to see a couple stay strong through hardship: to see them fight and struggle to communicate, and to see them overcome the things that challenge them to come together stronger and with more understanding of one another. courtney is one of the best female characters i have read on simblr in a long time, and it's only fitting that she's earned the love, trust, and protection of one of my favorite good boys <3
and you know, it's a shame i didn't know about them before recently, but @citylighten's sal and eve have a dialogue between them that is honestly so refreshing and so real that i find myself wanting to fcking hang out with them irl. seeing the ways they've grown together, seeing the ways that eve has brought out the softer side of sal and the ways in which sal has boosted eve's confidence in herself, outside of his love for her, for her sake... i just, how could you not love a couple that is so fundamentally invested in their relationship like i am just. besotted.
and personally, the sexual energy between leah morfang and viktor in @aniraklova's amazing universes transcends their outfits and all aesthetics. i just love seein' them together, i really do.
this isn't even all of them i mean good lord. @goodnightlittlewing's henry and bonnie were so adorable that i wanted to travel all over the sim world with them, and @elmleif's cillian and saoirse make me smile every time i see them. hell, i'm almost angry i can't think of all the couples i absolutely adore i'm gonna edit this so much dkfhsdk
oh my god. the ogs. the originals. you know my top otp of ALL TIME.
gael mcmahon and ME his baby assy @buglaur the true otp
#;ask#thank you so much for asking honey omg ;o;#i saw your cheeky lil mention of julien btw heheheheeee ;)
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Zen is a Prince From Grass
First, we will start with comparisons.
Younger Zen/Hyun (Age 18?):
Younger Jieun/Etinos (Age 16):
Older Jieun/Etinos (Age 19?):
Older Zen/Hyun (Age 23):
... I wanted to get that out of the way first. Zen and Jieun obviously have physical similarities (especially when they were both younger and drawn with thick eyelashes), but let’s go beyond this. After all, Cheritz has a habit of making the love interests in their games have similarities to each other. In every game, you always have 5 love interests and 1 MC pursuing them because of reasons (V and Ray's routes broke this pattern, but the original MM only had 5 routes so...). There are more specific similarities like 707 and Red, Yeonho, and Yoosung, arguably Lance and Jumin, etc. Now, I think this goes deeper in the case of Zen and Jieun.
In another post, I talk about how there is a pattern with Cheritz boys who have red eyes, and it's that they all have powers. It is explicitly stated/heavily hinted they have this power, and I pointed out that Jieun and Zen’s power is basically the same. (There’s gonna be a lot of screenshots as points of evidence/to get my points across).
I don’t have the exact screenshot of Zen saying that his dreams predict the future, but I’m sure he explicitly mentions this at some point in the game. If he didn’t, in my other post I mention 2 examples of him predicting the future. What am I suggesting exactly? Well, I think that Zen is not only royalty but also related to Jieun somehow.
Let’s start with what we know about Jieun’s power:
This is Jieun’s explanation from his route when confronted by Heejung. I have no idea where it is mentioned, but having red eyes is also another sign that you have these powers. (If someone knows where in the game this comes up let me know!). When he sees the future, wind flies everywhere and he uses it on purpose to see Heejung’s future specifically.
This is different from Zen, who only sees the future in dreams, and they come to him randomly. Though, I think Jieun does mention that he had to train his power in order to use it at will. If Zen was gifted this power by the gods, then doesn’t that mean that he is from Grass? And not only that, he has the potential to become king? If that is the case, why is he not there, and living a normal life?
To answer that question, we have to talk about Jihae/Eddison:
He is key to this theory. He is Jieun’s knight and his duty is to protect him. In Jieun’s route, he talks briefly about their past:
Jieun is talking about his own mother, and how she was a maid, while his father was presumably the king because Jieun still retains his prince status, despite his parents being from different classes.
He was separated from her after he was born, and the only way she can hear about Jieun is through Jihae (Jieun calls him ‘Eddie’ as a nickname).
Dark blue text is Jihae. Light blue is Jieun:
A lot to unpack here. This dialogue shows how Grass has a strict hierarchy. Aristocrats and commoners shouldn’t have relations. If they do, the child of such an affair is treated badly. Even though one of Jieun’s parents was of low birth, because he can see the future and has white hair, he is left alone. In fact, he’s still eligible to become king despite everything. Jihae was in the same boat, but because his hair was gray he was judged, called ugly, and a bad omen. In the dialogue above we see Jihae call himself filthy, a testament to how people treat him on the daily. Jieun recognizes how beautiful Jihae truly is, and that isn’t an exaggeration! When they come to Earth, Jihae is offered modeling jobs when he’s in Busan and starts a career out of it.
The 2nd screenshot shows him in one of his modeling gigs (Let’s take a second to appreciate him). It’s not that the rabbits in Grass do not see that he is beautiful, but that his social status as a child of a commoner/outsider derides everything else. In fact, his good looks probably garner even more disgust. Heejung also considers Jieun to be beautiful, so it might also be a facet of being noble/royal to be beautiful by Earth's standards.
What does that have to do with Zen? Well:
1. Has gray hair.
2. Is considered extremely handsome, and is so popular that even Jumin has offered him to model for his company.
3. Has red eyes and can see the future in his dreams.
4. His healing ability! Magic is a thing in Grass so maybe that has something to do with it?
5. His own ‘family’ have voiced how much Zen doesn’t look like them:
“Why do we look so different?” I wonder why too Zen’s bro.
Poor Zen still gets bothered by people because of his looks. At least it's not as hostile as Jihae’s experience, but it’s upsetting nonetheless.
All of this added up, and you can see where I’m going with this. Zen could be a prince, one parent royal, and the other a commoner/outsider. This gives him gray hair, but he is still born with the power of precognition, making him eligible to become king. Who knows if his power would outweigh his status? It might not, if he ended up on Earth in the end.
Jieun stated that once every 3 generations, a divine child like himself is born. Zen and Jieun are clearly not the same people since their hair color is different.
I believe Zen is either a prince:
1. 3 generations after Jieun.
2. At some point in Grass’ history was a prince, whether in the past or the future.
The reason I say this is because of the timeline. Dandelion and Nameless have very explicit dates for when and where it takes place. Most of the time both take place on Earth in South Korea between the years 2012-2013. But Mystic Messenger is a big question mark. D & N’s years correspond with the year the games were released in. If we follow that pattern, then Mystic Messenger would have happened in 2016. The thing is, that is not confirmed in-game, and is just speculation. So, we can give the timeline some leeway.
There are 3 possibilities for how Zen got sent to Earth:
1. Zen made a desperate wish to leave Grass: This is the sad option. Based on how we see Jihae be treated, especially if you get deeper into his backstory, Zen could have been neglected/verbally abused/etc. for his hair. The Wizard in Dandelion can grant any wish you desire, as long as that wish is desperate. If Zen arrived on Earth as a child, then the implications of that are even worse. In exchange for a wish, your memories relating to that wish are taken away. Perhaps his memories of Grass was the price and that’s why he doesn’t remember anything. The earliest memory we see in-game was from when he was studying with his older brother as a child when he was 7 years old.
2. Sorcerers from the royal family: They sent him to Earth as a child. I bring this up because, in Dandelion, travel between the planets was seen as impossible. Of course, with the exception of The Wizard and making a desperate wish. He was the one who brought the rabbit and cat boys to Earth, after all. BUT THEN, Jieun came in.
At the end of Jieun’s route, he gets separated from Heejung and has to go back to Grass. 3 years after, Heejung is summoned to Grass by a group of sorcerers Jieun got together (Whether they are actually other wizards is up for debate). Jieun overcame the odds. This is why I suggested that Zen is a prince 3 generations after Jieun. Perhaps this spell was tweaked to send Zen to Earth instead of the other way around. Going back to what I said before, if Zen is a prince 3 generations after Jieun, and got sent to Earth in South Korea specifically, then it can make sense why it happened. 3 generations down the line I think records would remain of a former king (Jieun) summoning a woman (Heejung) from another planet, and maybe Jieun documented his stay in South Korea. A portal dropping Zen in South Korea of all places on the planet could make sense from this angle. Maybe he had some protection spells cast on him (his random fast healing?) and maybe even his human family has been bewitched to believe he is their birth son? Maybe some member of the royal family orchestrated all of this for Zen’s sake, so that he can live a life free of judgment (didn’t quite work out but still). This is mostly conjecture though.
The details of how all of that would happen are up in the air.
3. Zen was unwillingly sent to Earth/MM universe(?) and is now trapped: I think this one needs an entire post by itself. This has to do with Saeyoung being a wizard and April Fool’s DLC stuff. This one is the one I believe in the most.
Nonetheless, I have brought up all the points why I believe Zen could be a prince from Grass. (Also lol Zen hated Jumin for being a trust-fund kid, but he could be a divine child blessed by god and is a bunny prince lmaoooo).
#mystic messenger#mystic messenger theories#mm#mm theories#cheritz theory#cheritz#cheritzverse#zen#hyun ryu#dandelion wishes brought to you#jieun#jihae#etinos#eddie#eddison#I am losing my goddamn mind#Like I am not the only one seeing this right
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Bsd chap 108 theories
Wow, Bungou Stray Dogs has really opened up the world of actively participating in fandom for me. Anyways.
So, as all who have seen the newest chapter know, the way the vampires are gonna be cured is probably Aya having a girlboss moment and pulling the sword out of Bram.
And while on one hand, I do like this and think that Aya saving everyone would be delightful, I am a shipper above anything else, and therefore need Akutagawa to be turned back into a human by sskk’s pure gay love. Chuuya... god knows how he’s gonna turn back, skk are a wild card and I’m not smart enough to theorize about them so I’m just not going to try and touch them at all.
Anyways, I am here to make a theory as to how
SHIN SOUKOKU CAN STILL WIN THIS
Narratively speaking I feel like these two need to do some more homosexual bullshit before Akutagawa turns back, so I suggest that maybe this is what’ll happen.
So while Aya is pulling the sword out of Bram the sskk fight is still going on, so maybe at some point before Aya somehow pulls the sword out Akutagawa corners Atsushi, getting him into a position where he can’t escape or fight back against Aku without killing him, and he realizes that he can’t bring himself to kill him and also why he can’t bring himself to kill him (it’s cause he’s in love), maybe he also realizes that this is what Akutagawa felt when he saved him. And so he just smiles at him and says something romantic, I’m not sure what would work best maybe “Thank you for saving me” or something like that. Anyways Akutagawa hears him say whatever he says and sees him smiling at him the same way that he had smiled when sacrificing himself for Atsushi, and he pauses before dealing the killing blow, even though there is absolutely nothing stopping him. And in that moment when he is paused, with his face looking maybe just a little bit more human, Aya pulls the Sword out from Bram and Akutagawa is back to being human. He then passes out and falls into Atsushi’s arms and Atsushi is just standing there stunned and then starts smiling widely and has a little thought bubble that says “I’m so glad he’s back” or something else gay like that, I’m not good a dialogue.
Will it happen like this? Who knows! But everything’s possible and I could be god. It’s possible.
@kyouka-supremacy You like sskk bullshit, I think you may enjoy this.
#bungou stray dogs#I hope this is coherent!#bsd manga spoilers#i guess?#bsd theories#this is honestly more a mini fanfic then a theory#but whatever#this was fun!#I should write these more often :D
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CHAPTER REVIEW: JULY 2023
i'm gonna try something new out: chapter reviews! mostly because oh my god i really wanna talk about this chapter. it's about poppy playtime legally distinct survival horror let's plays!
for your reading convenience, i have TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY edited in english dialogue and some misc text
let's fuckin GO.... !!!!!!! wait goddamnit this means i was too late to write that twitch streamer black au
so, before anything else, i really need to bring something up. like, it's not even relevant to the chapter i just kinda need to
black channel acknowledging and deliberately paying homage to garten of banban is going to fucking kill me. do you understand. this chapter's about poppy playtime but there are pages referencing banban too. the general theme for this issue BC-wise was "foreign horror games"
ok actual review time for this chapter
we start off seeing that satoshi is getting into horror game let's plays! he's too scared to play the games himself, so he just watches commentary channels play them.
now, why the fuck satoshi would still be scared of indie horror games right after he watched black grow twice the size of the earth and crush an alien military squadron with his bare hands and also get shot with a pistol, kinda like what happened literally the chapter before this, i don't know but, eh, hey, he's ten and i barely processed all that myself
black proposes they make a video so satoshi can learn to be just like the let's players he watches play those survival horror games! then he could be a famous youtuber, so he says
satoshi hesitates, but with some Encouragement from camera-chan, they set off
so, here we reach the part of the chapter where they are literally just playing poppy playtime basically.
this chapter's writing really shines through with a really fun detail though..
throughout this chapter, we can see the viewers on black's livestream send chat messages! they tend to be really rude about satoshi being scared shitless, making fun of him, generally behaving as a livestream chat does
i obviously am well versed in twitch, and though i think this is intended to be youtube livestreams for obvious reasons, it does feel a lot like watching an actual livestream to see the little comments heckling satoshi as he goes. it's just a fun detail!
it's pretty clear the complexity of the previous arc had an impact on the style kisaichi wants to pursue for this series. the shading especially stands out much more now, and there seems to be a better balance between comedic beats and the scary ones!
black's "asshole older brother and younger sibling he torments" dynamic with satoshi also has plenty of wiggle room this chapter! it's the reason they're doing it in the first place (and camera-chan's Encouragement), and black does not miss an opportunity to fuck with his stream co-host.
i'm having fun with the stream chat could you tell
but, we can only have so much for fun and games with our trio. there's something big, an elephant in the room...
or a cat, a cat works too.
this is "nyan-nyan", our not-huggy wuggy who is not so subtly also a nod towards banban. nyan-nyan does the exact same thing huggy wuggy and banban do in the game. it chases you!
it's at this point in the game, satoshi gets stuck. every time he tries to get past nyan-nyan, it kills him. but it's just a video game so he's fine, he respawns. it's fine. it's probably fine.
the story beats really resemble poppy playtime from this point forward, right down to "poor" huggy wuggy-sorry, nyan-nyan's fate, which by the way takes the cake for one of the most gruesome things i've seen in this series so far, but i'd rather just wrap up with this and give my final thoughts on this whole chapter!
VERDICT: REALLY GOOD!
"aren't you an indie horror nut, like, especially for the bad ones-" yes and that's why i reviewed this chapter! thank you for noticing how biased i am in this chapter's favor (especially after whatever the FUCK happened last month)
i'll be honest. this chapter is better than both the games it's paying homage to, because i actually did get startled when i swiped to the next page a couple times, which is not something i can say either poppy playtime or garten of banban themselves got out of me
the previous arc was dragging on so long i'd almost forgotten the horror aspects of the series. almost. not quite, not quite.
so, that's my two cents on the poppy playtime / garten of banban parody chapter! little early for halloween, but appreciated nonetheless.
besides, who wouldn't love that face? the answer is my boyfriend who got jumpscared multiple times in our dms when i showed him this panel
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