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queen0fm0nsterz · 6 months

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So, if you are accepting any asks, I have a small question.

Who do you think was longer in The Spiral? And which kids were "born" there? Sorry if this is a stupid ask, or if someone already asked it.

Feel free to ignore! I just really like how you analyze and theorize 'bout everything of The Little Nightmares world; you realize things that most people most likely don't notice, and that's admirable to me!

Thank you so much!!! This makes me very happy to hear, I'm very grateful you enjoy my interpretations of the games. Your question is not stupid at all; it's a very good one, and I see there is a few misconceptions about children who are Nowhere born and children who come from other worlds.

I have seen argued that most children we meet must be kids of the Nowhere due to their ability to survive; for example, a child as young as the Toddler was able to survive for at least a while before being snatched away. However this is not an indicator of them actually being Nowhere born.

Noone herself explains how this is possible in episode one of the podcast. Quoting:

"I turned away from the window, which was only a hole in the stone wall of the curved passageway, that stretched on a long ways. This- odd feeling, told me to get up. But I couldn’t stand because the ceiling was so low."

(...)

"That same feeling told me I was lost inside a giant."

They are being guided by this strong instinct. Which explains why children as young as a Toddler can get around without dying near instantly: they inherently seem to know what to do and they are constantly on the move. If anything, children who are stagnant are more likely to be Residents or becoming Residents; they are the odd ones out. Remaining still means certain death, after all, unless you intend to join the Nowhere.

Here's a diagram to show in short who is what based on what we know about the world. The ones with the * are those who are uncertain.

Visitors

These are the most common kind of children one can meet in the Nowhere: the ones brought from outside, either by the Ferryman or from other forces. Remember; the Ferryman is a guide, not the means.

In Episode 3, Noone was pulled into the Mall, an outside force, and in Episode 4 the Ferryman was not present at all. He is not the only way for one to get inside the Nowhere, he's merely somebody with enough power to intercept some of the children coming in to bring them away with him. I don't doubt that his role is incredibly important, as he's the reason why many children even reach the Nowhere alive, but... he's a harbinger of death, no doubt.

All these children are the nameless ones. The ones whose full journeys we'll never get to see: just segments and fractions. We saw the beginning of Noone's, and the end of RCG's and RK's. Nothing more, and nothing less.

The campfire children in particular are highlighted because of two reasons:

The comics were confirmed to be partially not canonical. Obviously not everything was cut from the comics, since the Ferryman and Mirror Man are both physically there and implied to exist, but due to the vague answer we were given, we'll have to take their tales with a grain of salt.

We could only hear two of four stories; as such, only the Humpback Girl's testimony can be counted as her not being a child of the Nowhere. We can attest this because of a few lines given from her friends:

This place is haunted, though, as well as being sealed. Someone locked the mirrors away a long time ago, but! Interestingly enough, they did not break them. Maybe whoever sealed this place away was hoping for someone to come back?

Considering that Low and Alone are also involved with mirrors, I wonder if Mirror Man's abilities are on par with the Ferryman's, meaning he too can cross the bridge between realities. It could be a reason as to why the Ferryman does not intervene until the very end here. This post is not about him though, so moving on!

Nowhere Children/Residents

Now we're getting to the interesting part of the ask. As you can see in the diagram, we only know a few children who are Nowhere born, and of them, only one of them is 100% factual. Let's go through them one by one.

The Pretender was born and raised in the Nowhere. Period. She has her own mansion, pictures with her parents, and on top of that her family at the very least part of the bourgeoisie.

While powers are not necessarily an indicator of one's belonging to the Nowhere (if Low's powers are of any indication), the Pretender herself has quite the number of supernatural abilities that seem to have been present since her youth, making it hard for her to form meaningful connections with others. She's a very lonely child. This means that these powers most likely developed from her naturally rather than being acquired from the outside, like Six's and possibly even Low's.

(Even then, one can make a small argument to counter with Six developing a small power of her own... but there's a reason as to why I set her aside from everyone else.)

Now, here's someone a lot more interesting to discuss (both on this topic and in general): Mono.

He's a real special little guy. Taking into context the etymology of his name, the meanings we get always tie back to the idea of there being one of him. A single, unique little boy. Looking at the descriptions we were given of Mono, we can find out some more about him and his backstory:

Interesting as this is on a character perspective, what I would like to direct your attention on here is the mentions of the world. Here, it's mentioned that Mono is aware that the world outside hates him. Being a single minded child living in the Nowhere this makes a lot of sense; what is interesting here is the wording.

There is never the mention of "another world" in Mono's descriptions, unlike Six's descriptions in which it is directly mentions her not originating from the Nowhere.

For Mono, it's not a world: it's the world. Almost as if there is no other world he knows by now.

His nature is also rather unique. You see, Mono is a glitch. Not in the traditional Glitching Remain way, but still not entire enough to be considered a human being. For one, he quite literally glitches multiple times: we see it happen everytime he is near a Remain and is about to absorb them, whenever he gets too close to the Thin Man, he even glitches as he channels his powers to use them.

The Thin Man causing him to glitch is especially interesting because when he motions to grab him, Mono does not split in two like Six does. There is no body to be left behind: instead, he flies into Thin Man's hand and you can visibly see his body go both entirely glitchy and instantly limp.

(You can see it for yourself in this video; pay attention to him struggling when other enemies grab him vs how quickly he stops moving as soon as the Thin Man gets his hands on him.)

This indicates his nature as not being human the same way Six is, for example, but rather a product of the Nowhere. Due to how his cycle works, this makes sense: for the Tower to have a continuous of energy supply and access to the power of the Transmission, Mono needs to live through this experience over and over for as long they deem fit. This could also explain some other odd factors of his, such as not having to take a break when running and his almost grayish skintone.

While it can be argued that at the beginning of this whole mess Mono was a Visitor rather than a Resident, at this point in time many factors point to the version of him we play as being a Nowhere child.

The Refugee Boy is, as for the campfire kids... complicated to expand on due to the dubious nature of his story: nevertheless, I will still bring forth my evidence.

When the children begin telling Six their stories, the Refugee is the first to narrate his tale and he begins doing so by showing her a memento of his previous life outside of the Maw. This comes across as being peculiar on its own as no other child that we know of has anything of the like.

As you can read here, children in his village are given charm against the North Wind that one day suddenly stop working. This implies that, unlike the Mirror Man, the North Wind has always been a tangible threat looming over their birth land.

It could be easy to chalk this up to N.W. being a local legend where the boy used to live and he had a nightmare about him, but it is then mentioned that he and his sister have been running away from him for years. Much longer than any of the dreams Noone ever had.

This was a long pursuit. We know thanks to the LN III trailer that "normal" looking adults and cities existed in the Nowhere; this explains away both the Refugee's village existing and the other groups of people that chased them away when they brought around the North Wind.

While this evidence is good enough to stand on its own, it has a couple of points against it, which is why I marked the Refugee as "unsure".

The narrator could be considered unreliable. In this same screenshot I added right above, the narrator states that the siblings were welcomed everywhere, but we can visibly see them be chased away by the villagers. This can be interpreted as meaning "they were originally welcomed, but when the North Wind arrived as a consequence, they were chased off", but we don't have enough substance to back this up.

^ Supporting the above take, the narrator also says that the children have been running for years, but we visibly see that they remain the same during all this time. The sister not changing makes sense as the Ferryman has taken her place, but the Refugee also doesn't change at all. We don't know how fast time passes in the Nowhere, so it could also be attributed to that, but it must be mentioned for fairness' sake.

The Refugee's words: I'm not running anymore. This sentiment has never been echoed before, nor will it ever be echoed again. As I said earlier, being stale in the Nowhere only leads to two things: death or permanence. His surrendering could indicate that he has chose to remain in the Nowhere after being stuck in it for a long time, thus becoming an official Resident. If this is the case, he could classify as a "Visitor turned Resident".

With this, I suggest we move on to our last and currently final segment:

Visitors turned Residents

This one is an interesting breed. We don't get to see the act of a child turning into a permanent part of the Nowhere all that often; Noone could count as that, but we don't yet know if she ultimately decides to be still in the Nowhere or if she'll regret her choice.

We do have the most importantly character of this narrative as an example to this, however.

Six, my dearly beloved... what a terrible path she's gone down to. I have already displayed the evidence stating that Six is from a different world than the Nowhere up un Mono's section so I won't dwell on it.

Thin Man splitting her in two is what doomed her and, as hard as she tried to fight it, her trip to the Maw was the nail in the coffin. No matter how far away from it she gets: she will never be free from the influence it had on her person. When it comes to the LN I ending, this is what the writers had to say on it:

(From this interview. It's an interesting one; they also confirm that the Signal Tower and the Maw were not places that were "built" but that exist for various reasons, which supports the idea that they are entities rather than buildings.)

I think Six is not leaving the Nowhere anytime soon. If at all. She might have left the Maw, but at this point, she's ventured too far in to turn back to the person she was before. To think none of this is even her fault is saddening, to say the least, but horrifically realistic.

Sisi... is an incognita. I've only put her in this category to be fair, since we don't know anything about her. There is a possibility that she has grown up to become a Resident, but it's just as likely that she may have died off somewhere, like many others before and after her.

I will not be dwelling into the adults for now, but we do have reason to believe that some of them are most definitely Visitors turned Residents. Most notable is the Lady who, in her character description, directly expresses discomfort with how nonsensical the Nowhere is － a sentiment only someone who knows alternatives to it can have.

It also indicates a surprising level of self awareness to some extent; most Nowhere inhabitants do not question the nature of their world, not even important and powerful beings like, say, the Thin Man.

I hope this answers your question!

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elderberries-and-honey · 2 months

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𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 "𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘦" 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥

Dear Marmee,

The bitter cold crept in slowly at first but there is no denying winter has arrived here in Wales. Everything is now covered in a sheet of white snow.

Every morning, I wake before the rooster's crow. Our friend Beth has moved in with us and she enjoys knitting very much. She has knitted me two new sweaters before Christmas has even come and they keep me much warmer than my worn-out coat from last Winter. It's a good thing too 'cause there's still much to be done on our farm, though I've made a rather decent amount of progress.

Even so, we hardly had any remaining produce leftover for ourselves after selling what I was able to salvage from our terrible blight. I won't burden you too much with our troubles but things have been rough here for us and I know Winifred is silently troubling herself over it.

You mentioned Jo is trying to get published? Please let me know how that goes for her. I think it might just inspire Winifred who is still glued to her typewriter whenever she has the time to write.

Hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerely, Lawrence

Dear Marmee,

I'm sorry to hear Jo was turned down in her quest to get published. Hopefully it won't discourage her from trying. Have you heard from Amy in Paris? How are Meg and Mr. Brooks? How does Beth like teaching piano?

Many of our animals, including the thorn in my side, Frank the Goose, passed on near the end of November. Without their eggs and milk to sell, money is tighter than ever.

Winifred has begun fretting over how we will make a good Christmas for Ozzy. So I've started working at the pub again to help us make it through the rest of winter and afford a few gifts for him. I'm struggling to come up with an idea on what to get Winifred, after all, how could I top her typewriter? If you have any ideas, please include them in your next letter.

Ozzy is doing quite well, thank you for asking. He likes to "help" me on the farm but mostly he enjoys playing in the snow with the garden shovels and trying to escape to our small pond. You would not believe the tantrums he throws when I have to wrangle him away from the edge. I can almost understand how my Father felt when I was a boy and he would paddle my bottom. The boy is like a fish the way he enjoys the water! Even bathtime seems to be his favorite part about bedtime.

It was a struggle to get him out of his crib and into a real bed but we needed to complete the transition before our new little one arrives. With Beth here to teach us patience, I can proudly declare we have finally succeeded.

Sincerely, Lawrence

Dear Marmee,

We're approaching our due date rather quickly, a little under 3 months now. Millie has been staying with Louise for the Winter (and giving her free cooking lessons) after agreeing to stay and help Winifred deliver the baby, which I'm thankful for. I know this is a huge relief for Winifred. Her last delivery was not without complications and I know she grows uneasy the closer we get.

I know Winifred believes the baby will be a girl but I have my own suspicions we will welcome another son. I'm not wholly certain I could handle another little girl after we lost Flora. Not yet, rather. The pain of losing a child never truly leaves, does it?

I did not mean to ignore your inquiry over how I'm fairing. I must keep a courageous face for my family, and consequently I've grown used to wearing my mask of gallantry. Since you so kindly asked though, I will admit that I am a little worn down as of late.

I spend long hours tending the farm and go to work even longer hours in the pub. Valerie, good hearted as she is, is not the best co-worker, often drinking herself stupid before the nights out. I suppose it's true what they say about you Irish folk.

Most of my trouble comes from myself, I suppose. I watched my father save this very farm many times over and I should want to do the same. But with every plant that refused to sprout, I found myself resentful over having ever inherited it.

I think of my wife, the writer, the poet, and how she is able to read Ozzy her stories. I think of Jackson with his pub, and his son, Patrick, who's becoming a doctor, and you with your bookshop. Even my father who provided my mother and I with food, and a roof over our heads because he cared for the farm so tenderly. All of you, with such passion.

Even if I was as passionate as my father, the farming industry is changing. All these extravagant advancements are putting farmers out of work all over. If the farm were to go under, what would I do? It's all I've ever known.

If I don't have time to write before Christmas Day - I hope you have a Merry Christmas. Send my love to your girls and wish them the same for me as well.

Sincerely, Lawrence

P.S. Don't be cross with me for the joke, I only say it in jest. The Irish could drink me under the table any day of the week and sing a merry tune whilst doing so which is rather remarkable.

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#lawrence is in his extensional crisis era 🙃#also did i make it canon that Lawrence made a little resting place for frank the goose? you bet!#ts4 historical #sims 4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #ts4 storytelling #sims 4 storystelling #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #the baudelaire legacy #1890 #winifred baudelaire #lawrence baudelaire #oscar baudelaire

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tobiasdrake · 2 months

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Guess I'll wrap things up in town and head to the re-sleepover.

Okay, last time I was here, I weirded out this child. This time, I'm gonna TRY. HARDER.

Jackpot. Children love puns about their favorite thing. Now this small child of no clear importance thinks I'm cool.

That is very important to me.

I don't know why.

FROG SPELL

Nyeh heh heh heh heh! I have discovered the cheat code to being popular with kids. It's frogs. The cheat code is frogs.

Now if only I could extend that popularity to adults.

And my teammates.

And now. We have. THE FLOWER. Aggggggggh the flower. So much pressure. Hmm. Maybe I can bribe Bonbon into not hating me.

HEY HALF-PINT, PRESENT FOR YOU

Because I'm trying to improve our team's cohesion and the friction that exists between you and me is basically our only interpersonal conflict. Consider this an olive branch.

I'm gonna go out on a limb and call this one "Mission Failed" since I'm pretty sure I just made things awkward and weird. There might not be a way to bury the hatchet with this kid. They're under a lot of stress.

I just want to know who keeps breaking the bread. I was specifically watching for it and it still crept up on me. I blinked for one second - Well, okay, I had a brief chat with my Lemonfriend about ignoring all of you but that's beside the point - and then there was just this hideous CRACK and the bread was ripped in half.

How!? WHEN!? WHO!?

You could just tell me now and then I'll know it so when I die and you've un-told it to me I can spare you the embarrassment of telling me.

Then again maybe we should keep it on the down-low to avoid making my Lemonfriend jealous. I'm sure they're listening in on every word we say. They're clingy and stalkerish like that.

Wow. We're back here again already. In my defense, I DID check for traps. I very briefly skimmed each pillar so I'm pretty sure there has to be some sort of complex--

Well. Okay then.

I now realize that the cause of my death was, in fact, that I suck at my job. Cool.

I would make a remark here about "going to crawl under a rock and die" but the boulder has a sense for ironic timing so it's best not to chance it. Let's just flick this stupid switch and move on.

Done. Mistake unmade. No longer have I died a clown. DO YOU HEAR THAT, LEMONFRIEND!? I HAVE SUCCESSFULLY NOT DIED.

BOOM, nothing to worry about now. It should be smooth sailing from here. Let's go commit regicide with extreme prejudice.

Cutlery is an interesting subject matter, actually. There's a lot of differentiation in individual sizes, shapes, and compositions of individual cutlery that contribute to a variety of different meal experiences. Even chopsticks come in many different forms.

But this would fall under the category of etiquette. I'm not quite sure if Madame Odile's field of expertise falls into that wheelhouse. Though I could see it....

Hey, give me some credit. You know how hard it is to cheat gratuitously under four different sets of watchful eyes?

You call it cheating. I call it speed practice. That's the kind of manual dexterity that lets me throw signs so fast.

Well that's fucking dangerous. THANKS FOR JUST BRINGING IT UP NOW, BONNIE. What if I slipped on that?

<.<

>.>

What... if I slipped on that....

Zero hesitation. FOR SCIENCE!

YES

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

Okay. We have proven that my lemon drop powers will still bring me back in time even if I'm frozen in time. This is a very useful piece of information to establish, so it's good to get that out of the way before we meet the King while the risk is still....

...

...while the risk is still....

...

Oh. Wait. That could have been really bad for me. If that didn't work then--

LET'S NOT THINK ABOUT THAT HAHAHA I'm sure my Lemonfriend wouldn't have left me strander there. It's fine. The important thing is that I now know my ability to loop is immutable even by time.

This is what PROGRESS looks like. >:D

#in stars and time #drake plays in stars and time

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ashton-sano · 8 months

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Food Wars! Shokugeki no Souma in: Going Grocery Shopping

(Char. Involved: Sōma Yukihira, Akira Hayama, Takumi Aldini, Eishi Tsukasa)

(Thank you so much for 40 notes! Here's another one for you guys. Sorry i couldn't do a short story for these but take some headcanons my dears.)

Sōma Yukihira

-Usually you cant take him anywhere because he causes an issue in which you have to be asked to leave (much to your despair)

-The grocery store is probably the only place you two can go without much problems

-May or may not be sneaking ingredients that werent on your list into the shopping cart

"Oh? What do you mean there werent any Rice crackers and Salmon in the cart before? I'm certain you put them in."

-Will asked to be pushed in the cart around the aisles

-If he ever gets lost, find him in the Frozen Dessert aisle, he loves it there for whatever reason

"C'mon Babeeee. Just one more tub of Ice cream.....Yes i know we already have 4 tubs already. Your point is?"

-However if you were shopping for a food war/cooking practice, he'd be very helpful

-Recommending ingredients, telling you the best flavor combinations from his experience, and slipping in a few personal items

-Overall, hes a massive child in the store so please hold his hand so he doesn't run off

Akira Hayama

-A rollercoaster of emotions

-Its like stepping into a whole other world when you food shop with him

-He tends to find the items in the store "Sub par" and "Second rate" but always picks the best ones with his well trained sense of smell

"Why bother buying from these cheap stores when i have fresh spices and blends at home?"

-He'd swear he hates shopping with you but secretly enjoys the time he spends with you (Good luck getting him to admit it though)

-May subtly tease and feign ignorance when you need help reaching something at a higher shelf

"Hm? Cant you reach it on your own from down there?” -pause- “Whats that look on your face for?"

-On rare occasions, he'll hold your hand when you go together

-He swears its just so that you dont get lost but you know better

-To be honest, its just less of a arduous task if you just go by yourself

Takumi Aldini

-One of the most normal ones on this list if we're being honest

-Its just a calming and sweet time through and through

-He's usually the one to ask you to go with him but will flush when you ask why

"Dont be silly, I just thought you'd want to pick up some things for your upcoming food war, thats all."

-Will never leave you on your own in the store since he loves spending time with you more than he'll admit (his face gives him away)

-He'll push the cart and carry your bags like a gentleman

"How could you even say that, Il mio amore? As if id let you carry them when you already paid."

-An absolute god at picking vegatables for some reason

-His background in the restaurant business definitely plays a part

-In the top 3 (And not three) guys you should always bring when you're shopping

(New!) Eishi Tsukasa

-A walking beige flag when it comes to shopping

-You either love it or want to rip every single hair from your body with tweezers

-Hes not loud or causing a disturbance but hes micro managing and nitpickjng everything

"Thats the one you chose?" "Uhp, I wouldnt go with that one."

-Its better to just let him do everything because he'll make you feel stupid no matter what move you make (even though thats not his intention)

-He means well but lets be honest, you just arent on the same page very often in terms of shopping

"I apologize dear but you know im particular. I dont mean to hover."

-If you have no filter and tell him to cut it out, he'll immeidiently draw back into himself at your blantant rejection

-His more awkward side will show and he will mumble endless strings of apologies

-Just be ready to put up with this weird snowflake

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i--luv--you · 11 days

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Type A.

Question: "A redox reaction involving the oxidising agent Cr2O7 2− (aq) to oxidise ethanol, CH3CH2OH. The following half-equations represent what happened but are incomplete: Cr2O7 2− (aq) → Cr3+ (aq) CH3CH2OH(l) → CH3COOH(l)"

"Write out the complete equation under acidic conditions. (1 MARK)"

Chapter six: It's time to get wasted!!

“Why do we even have to do this.” Oliver groans, letting Ari blow on her nails. “I mean. Can’t we just stay home. And like. Watch a movie. I don’t wanna see that ginger fuck.” She mumbles looking annoyed.

“Stop moving so much, you’ll smudge it.”

“Sorry ma’am.”

“Atta girl.”

“Can you guys please try to stop eye fucking each other for one night.” Yui groans.

“That’s homophobic of you Yui. Just say you hate gay people.” Ari mumbles, getting off Alexis’s bed and walking to her mirror. “It’s ok. We’ll accept you for who you are.”

“I won’t.” Oliver mumbles, flopping on the bed, careful not to ruin her nails.

Yui huffs, “I’m not even homophobic but sure.” She grumbles.

Alexis pulls open the door and smiles, “Give us a moment Kaveh." Alexis smiles, slightly closing the door.

"What is that traitor doing here." Ari huffs, crossing her arms.

"Oh come on Ari. You and Kaveh have known eachother since you were kids! Why are you so mad at him now?"

"He took our girlfriend from us." Ari says plainly and Oliver nods.

"An unforgivable crime."

"Well ignoring that. He's gonna be coming with us. As my date."

Ari and Oliver gasp, Yui sniggers, turning away to focus on her hair.

"Your date!? But we're your date!!"

"Ari. I have a boyfriend now. Of course he's going to be my date."

"I cannot believe you."

"I'm sorry girls but what is done is done." Alexis frowns and Ari huffs.

“Whatever, Yui come help with my hair.” Ari calls the girl over and she walks over, pushing Ari to sit down as she begins to brush her hair.

Kaveh quietly steps into his girlfriend’s room and smiles. “What are you all wearing to this lovely and hopefully very normal occasion?”

“Well, we’re going to go with something formal on the very small chance that the ginger has a ballroom. But we thought about it five minutes later and decided it was stupid.” Yui says, using her fingers to untangle the largest knots in Ari’s hair. “You’ve got dandruff Ari.”

“Just announce it to the whole world why don’t you.” She mumbles.

“Sorry...” Yui smiles, looking sheepish. “But yea, so we’re just thinking of just chucking together a few things each of are bringing.” Yui says and Oliver pushes herself into a sitting position.

“You know. I heard Scaramouche is going.”

Yui freezes, the slightest tinge of red on her cheeks. “What?”

“Oh yea…” Ari grins. “He’ll definitely be there.”

“How can you be so sure.” Yui whispers.

“I mean. Listen. Scaramouche is Childe’s best friend. They’re literally like. The school’s most known duo.” Ari grins, picking at the skin on the side of her nail bed.

“Wait I thought that was a rumour. I mean. Childe is seen hanging out with everyone. And Scaramouche is a certified loner.” Alexis says, letting Kaveh put on her nails.

“Well yea. But like. They are! I know they are!” Ari persists.

“How can you be so sure.” Kaveh says, looking up to meet his friend’s eyes.

Ari splutters and turns away, making Yui laugh. “Oh, come on you guys know Ari used to have the FATTEST crush on him.”

“That was before I found out he was a royal asshole.” Ari huffs. “And if we’re pointing fingers, Alexis used to have a crush on Oliver’s man.”

“He’s not my man!”

“Not yet.” Ari mumbles.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Whatever.” Oliver says, standing up, “Alexis help me get ready, will you?”

“Sure, gimmie a minute let Kaveh put on my nails first. Can we lay down some ground rules please?”

“That’s a good idea.” Yui nods and Ari shrugs.

“Sure, why not.”

“Great. Rule one. Don’t fight Kaveh.”

“I like that rule.” Kaveh nods.

“I don’t.” Ari glares.

“You and Kaveh may have consented to enter a romantic relationship, but we didn’t.” Oliver frowns, yelping when Ari tugs on her hair.

“Black or purple?”

“Uh… I dunno.”

“I think rule two should be, if I get drunk and end up sleeping with Childe, you should kill me.”

“That’s a good rule.” Ari nods.

“Thank you I came up with it myself.”

“No-one is killing anyone.” Alexis sighs.

“Oh, rule three should be, if we all end up separated, we should have a meet up spot somewhere where we meet up at a particular time to go home. Just in case someone’s phone is off or flat.” Yui says and Kaveh nods.

“That’s good. And if anyone is leaving with someone else, they should probably tell someone.” He adds, smiling when Alexis steps out in her outfit. “You look amazing my darling.” He whispers, ignoring the way Ari and Oliver make fake gagging noises.

“Ok is everyone ready to go?” Alexis smiles and the group nod, grabbing their things.

“Let me get that for you sir.” Ari grins, grabbing Oliver’s things.

“I’m going to ignore that.” Kaveh mumbles.

“Let’s get wasted!!” Ari grins, pumping her fist in the air.

“Safely!” Kaveh whispers.

“That was bad.” Ari mumbles.

“You broke his nose! Yea it was bad!” Kaveh exclaims, looking horrified as he meets Ari’s eyes in the car mirror.

“Watch it pretty boy or you’re next.” Ari glares. “Don’t test me.”

“I’m just surprised you hit him.” Yui says and Ari groans.

“He was pissing me off! What was I supposed to do!?”

“Leave?? Go find someone else to hang out with? Not punch him!” Alexis says, turning round in the car to meet Ari’s eyes.

“There go my chances to win the bet.” Kaveh mumbles. “Shit!” He gasps, hitting the breaks.

“I wanna go home…” Oliver whispers.

“Wait what bet.” Ari glares as Kaveh pulls into the driveway.

“Don’t worry 'bout it”

Answer: "Complete: 2Cr2O7 2−(aq) + 3CH3CH2OH(l) + 16H+ (aq) → 4Cr3+(aq) + 3C H3COOH(l) + 11H2O(l)"

Taglist: @kunix, @xlivr, @alekav, @too-queer-for-school, @mimixso,

@littlebluejayy

#aribedo <3 #other selfships <3 #kavexis <3 #olijax <3 #aribedo #the chemical forumula for your love

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befuddled-calico-whump · 1 year

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Is It Enough? (Tower: Day 99)

for Angstpril, Day 19: Breaking Down

cw: imprisonment, beating, strangulation, vague noncon implications

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"See to it he never does this again."

The command, spat at the guards, was the last thing Alexei heard before they threw him back into his cell, ears still ringing from the punch he'd taken. The door locked, and for a while it was quiet. In the cell, in the hall. Quiet everywhere but in his head.

The dread building inside him was so potent he was sure he'd be sick, and try as he might, he couldn't direct his thoughts away from it.

Cold blue of a clear sky—

(What are they going to do?)

Flaking rust, crumbled iron—

(What are they going to do to me?)

Clear, cheer, deer, fear, gear, hear—

(What are they going to do to me?)

He'd been stupid. He wasn't going to pretend otherwise. The city council had been invited on a tour of the prison, something about securing funding, or acquiring votes for a new bill. Wade had told Lex about it beforehand as he hosed him down, forced a comb through his hair, a toothbrush into his mouth.

"Even the mayor will be there. Be good, or else."

They'd unchained him from the wall and had him stand in the doorway, flanked by two guards. The warden had thought he was helpless. Half-starved and wearing power dampeners and missing his fucking arms. His mistake.

When one of the council members had reached out to touch him, like a child on a double dare, Lex had fought past the dampeners, focusing until he thought his very blood would boil, and set her expensive silk blazer on fire.

And now he was about to find out exactly what 'or else' meant.

The cell door opened before long, guard after guard pouring into the small space. Lex knew what was coming; he curled into a ball and ignored them, waiting for the blows to start flying. And when they inevitably did, he tried to find a poem, or even a rhyme to cling to, make it all more bearable, but every boot in the gut only served to scatter his thoughts, and in the end, he was resolved to simply waiting for it to end.

The beating was the worst one he'd taken since coming here, leaving his body shuddering, blood oozing from his lips, breath coming in short wheezes—he'd felt several ribs crack during the assault.

The voices above him were fuzzy. He didn't care. He didn't need to know what the guards were going on about—

"But is it enough?"

That pulled his attention, shoving him into a cold-blooded clarity, words sharp enough to cut into his skull.

"What do you mean, 'is it enough'? Look at him."

"They get beaten all the fucking time. Lopez said—"

"What do you suggest? We're not supposed to do permanent damage."

"That's what the healer's for."

The conversation was quickly turning to argument, and the words were bleeding together. He could only catch scraps.

"...strung up." (Shut up)

"Nothing to tie on…" (Bygone)

"...in the break room." (Doom, plume)

An arm curled around his torso, pressure on newly-cracked ribs, and he bit back a whimper as more hands latched onto him and lifted his body. His instincts screamed at him to fight back, but it hurt to move. He could only hang there limply as they carried him out of the cell and down the hall. Going where? Why? (Cry, pie, lie, die.)

Movement stopped, a switch was flicked on, and Lex squinted as bright light flooded his vision. He could hear garbled words from a TV, music coming faintly from a radio, the slight squeak of boots on the floor.

Break room.

"Stand him up!" one of the guards called. Lex blinked away the spots in his vision, letting his eyes adjust to the fluorescent lights. As he did, he saw that the guard's number had dwindled down to three.

"I don't know if he can—"

"Well he'll remember to really fucking fast."

Hands held him up on either side, and something was looped around his throat, pulled tight against flesh and knotted. (Spotted, clotted, dotted, no no no—)

He was vaguely aware of the other end of the thing around his neck being tossed high, over a metal ceiling beam, and caught, yanked.

Lex's body jerked as it cinched on his throat, and he choked, trying to take in air, finding he couldn't unless he stood perfectly straight, and even then it was only barely. All his body wanted to do was curl in on itself, and his ribs throbbed as he tried to hold position, closing his eyes against the harsh lights.

"Fucking hell man, this is gonna kill him."

"He passes out, you let him down. Hand me the whip."

"You sure we're allowed to touch it? Rentals—"

"Rentals won't give a shit as long as we return it clean."

A whistling sound pierced the air, followed by a sharp slap across his back. Lex arched forward reflexively, cutting off his own air with the movement.

"Dude. That was weak as shit, let me try."

Lex braced himself, but it wasn't enough. The whip cracked as it hit the air this time, striking him on the shoulders. Another was right on its heels, lighting a line of fire that ran parallel to his spine.

With every blow, it was getting harder to hold himself up, to keep breathing. It was only the fear that kept him awake, that animal terror that struck him when he couldn't reach the air.

A strike cut across several marks at once, and Lex cried out, his knees buckling.

"Maybe we should stop—"

"He's fine."

He managed to get to his feet, gasping, tears streaming down his cheeks. Wasn't it enough? How could this not be enough?

The next lash pulled a scream from him, cut off rapidly as he stumbled and the rope closed his throat. He didn't even have the energy to hold back a strangled sob. How could this not be fucking enough?

Another strike, and he lost his footing, the pressure on his windpipe crushing, legs shaking and useless and failing.

"For God's sake."

The rope suddenly went slack, and he crumpled, gasping, unable to choke down the whimpers that came crawling up his throat.

"Jeez, David. Buzzkill much?"

"I'm not losing my fucking job for your entertainment."

The linoleum floor was cool on his face, and Lex clung to the feeling, trying to focus on anything other than how much it all hurt.

"He literally tried to kill Senator Collins. He should count himself lucky right now."

"Lucky? He's practically dying at your feet."

"Yeah, we're supposed to ensure this never happens again. Gotta make sure he never forgets." Lex heard fabric shuffling above him, the faint click of metal on metal.

"Fucking hell, dude,"

"No one's making you stay and watch."

"He's already had the shit beat outta him."

Another sob escaped Lex. They were done now, right? Fuck, he'd hoped they were done, they had to be done—

"But is it enough?"

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#angstpril 2023 #fic #day 19 #breaking down #sorry lex #wildefire #assassin whumpee #prison whump #beating #tw strangulation #stress position #whipping tw #tw implied noncon #whump

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viviraptor · 28 days

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I'm so sure you've gotten Rex already but; 8, 12 and 25 PLEASEEEE :o)

TAIIIIII I HEART YOU THANKS FOR SENDING IN SO MANY!!

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

i had to rlly think about this one, i think maybeee sometimes people get a little too fanon-headed and reduce his character to being like. the airheaded sunshine boy. WHICH OKAY. THAT IS SOMETHING I USED TO DO TOO. he is very much an idiot sometimes, and exaggerating the red-oni blue-oni dynamic he has with weevil is very very tempting. BUT doing that happens to ignore his dickish side in the process. yes he's stupid and clueless in some situations, but in others he's egotistical, he's brash, he's self-conscious, he has an attitude, he is sometimes a little hater!! they come at different levels depending on the situation but bottom line is not to rely on his dumbness as his only character trait and mix it up once in a while!!

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

ohh i have many many many in the beautiful fields of my mind. the main ones are that he's bi and half-filipino but that stuff's already been said on my art blog so i will give you one that i haven't mentioned before yet, which is that i hc that he's a middle child! the details on his siblings are up in the air, but i think that role gives his desire for attention/recognition a lot more weight

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

you'll never guess but i think it started with indifference at first! on my first watch i was mostly just focused on the main characters and didn't pay the minor ones any mind, i at least thought his design and dinosaur gimmick was cool though. over time i sympathized with him more for losing so much, i drew him a bunch, and at some point i started to see a lot of myself in him which eventually snowballed into him being my only super serious kin.. when you take the time to care abt the side characters for even a second it becomes very easy to like him, compared to the uphill battle that was liking weevil by proxy LMAO

23. Favorite picture of this character?

that is so hard. if i had to choose something from canon only it's probably these screenshots from s4, i don't remember too well but this feels like the first gateway drug that got me to ship him with weevil:

LOOK AT THE LAST ONEEEE HE'S SAD WEEVIL PUSHED HIM AWAY. I COULD DIE

AAAND if we're not just talking canon i think it'd be my birthday fanart of him from december WHEEHEE. I MAYBE MADE HIM LOOK TOO COOL FOR HIS OWN GOOD

#vivi.ask #yugioh #rex raptor #cc #THANK YOU FOR THE ASKS I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY SCHMOOPLES. YAY

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tanmono · 1 year

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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN MAIN ROUTE....

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE, DRAMATIC.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

trigger warning: child abuse, death, rape, and war mention.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

Ten years ago, on the day of the bloodstained rose day, the ever-victorious marshal was not called to the battlefield.

He had always been a cautious man, even to the point of advising the emperor that it was "premature" to invade Rhodolite.

The marshal has many achievements on the battlefield, and has an influence that even the supreme commander cannot ignore.

Therefore, he must have anticipated that if he had consulted with him beforehand, he would have received some unsightly advice. // Therefore, he must have anticipated that if he consulted with them in advance, he would have received unsolicited advice.

The ever-victorious marshal was unaware of the invasion, and was informed of it by a spy he had trained.

Gilbert: Ah, you did it. // Ah, you’ve done it.

When he arrived there, the village near the border was already on fire.

Many buildings were destroyed by heavy weapons, and roses have been trampled down in a cruel way.

There were corpses lying on the side of the road, regardless of whether they were children or old people.

In the midst of such a microcosm of hell, the ever-victorious marshal clunk his cane.

Without his usual refreshing smile, the faces of the self-employed soldiers around him all turned pale.

Gilbert: I was about to give him a clean invasion and he.…

He stomps one of the soldiers on the ground with his foot.

Beside him, another soldier with a bruise on his face was also rubbing his forehead on the ground.

Soldier 1: Ah…I’m very sorry!

Gilbert: ——What? Are you begging for your life now?

Soldier 2: That’s…

Gilbert: You used to beat up little children to relieve your sorrows.

Gilbert: The people on Rhodolite’s side were beating me up to stop me, but I'm not so nice, you know?

Gilbert: Isn't it in the military regulations? It's forbidden to assault non-combatants.

Gilbert: Only the emperor is allowed to make exceptions. Who do you people think you are to break the military code?

Gilbert: For the time being, the death penalty is certain.

Soldier 1: Please forgive me….!

Gilbert:….Ah, that's right. Since we're here, let's kill him when he wakes up.

Gilbert: A child who lost his precious family to your relief will be rewarded a little. // It will also give a little justice to the little boy who was deprived of his precious family by your relief.

Soldier 2: Lord Gilbert….

Gilbert: ——Take him away. Don't let him see daylight again.

At the word of the marshal, who has absolute influence, the men who were crawling on the ground are forcibly taken away.

The village, which had been conquered, was unusually quiet.

Gilbert: Roderich, what's the situation?

Roderich: The village is almost completely destroyed. There are patrols by the Rhodolite forces, but the operation appears to be at an end.

Gilbert:….I see.

Gilbert: The child you just picked up, take him to our medical facility. He was barely breathing, wasn't he?

Roderich: What about Lord Gilbert?

Gilbert: Well…..for now, I’ll go see the emperor.

Roderich: Please stop, it's dangerous.

Gilbert: Haha, when did you become great enough to command me?

Roderich:….Lord Gilbert.

Gilbert: If you think about it for a moment, you'll understand, yes? Even at this time from the start of the operation, we still haven't been able to control the Rhodolite. // It's a little obvious, isn't it? We're this late into the war, and we still haven’t controlled Rhodolite.

Gilbert: As long as a short-term decisive battle is not possible, the attrition of both countries will only intensify.

Gilbert: If we continue this senselessly, we will lose valuable troops and find ourselves in a difficult position.

Gilbert: Even if we could invade Rhodolite, it would be the end of us if another country came after us when we were exhausted.

Roderich:…….

Gilbert:….I hate it. These stupid battles.

He kneels beside a person being lying on the side of the road who would have been alive only a short time ago.

He put his hands on the eyes of the person/man who was facing the end with a face full of fear, and slowly lowered his eyelids.

Gilbert: If he can't cleanly trample the people, he should’ve retreat gracefully. // If he can't cleanly overrun the entire nation, then he should just gracefully step aside.

Roderich: It's very hard for the emperor to accept that advice...

Gilbert: He's an idiot, that's why.

Gilbert: But I'm at my wits' end. If the supreme commander is still here, Obsidian will eventually destroy itself.

Gilbert: And that’s a problem. Which is why I have my own plan.

Roderich:….Don’t tell me…..

Gilbert puts his index finger in front of his lips and smiles on the red-stained battlefield.

However, the red blood-colored eye are devoid of any emotion.

Gilbert: That’s right….

Gilbert: If I don't show up at the rendezvous point at night, then…. // If I don't show up at the meeting point tonight.......

Gilbert: Take care of the rest, okay?

Gilbert: ——Miss, little miss rabbit.

Emma: Ah…..

When I came to my senses, all my sight was stolen by Lord Gilbert.

(——……)

Gilbert: The kids are already gone.

Emma: I….I’m sorry, I spaced out.

As I hastily move away with a sense of deja vu, Lord Gilbert's lips pout in disapproval for some reason.

Gilbert: Date.

Emma: Eh.

Gilbert: Since it’s a date, this close distance is acceptable. // It's a date, so I think we should be at least as close as we can get.

Emma: We were as close as lovers.

Gilbert: Is it no good?

Emma: Of course it’s no good.

(I’m not his lover or anything.)

Gilbert: You're so guarded.

Gilbert: I wouldn’t mind being your lover.

(You're just messing with me...right?) // (Are you messing with me?)

I pretended to be calm to make up for my pounding heart, but his red eye never turned away.

Gilbert: Even so, little rabbit seems to be busy thinking about things today. // Then again, the little rabbit seems to be busy with her thoughts today.

Gilbert: What did they tell you? // What did those two talk to you about?

Emma: Nothing….

Gilbert: Didn't I tell you last night that if you're going to lie, you better be good at it?

(….I'm not sure if I'm good at this.)

I turn my head to the side, afraid that if I make eye contact with him, he will see right through me.

However, Lord gilbert was not so tolerant as to allow it, and he forcefully took my chin with his cane.

Gilbert: I won't be mad, just tell me.

Emma: You won't kill anyone/them?

Gilbert:……

Emma: Then I will never tell you.

Gilbert: Ahaha, I'm just messing with you. I can guess what you're talking about without asking.

Gilbert: Those two are now desperate to keep me alive.

Gilbert: That's why they want you on my side, because you're the only one who might be able to convince me.

Gilbert: The only thing that makes you feel uneasy/swayed is the bloodstained rose day that happened 10 years ago.

Gilbert: Roderich knew everything I was doing at the time. …..I tried to keep him quiet.

(Looks like there’s no need to lie.)

When I give up and nod, Lord Gilbert moved his cane away.

Gilbert: So? Do you think I’m a good person?

Emma: No. ….I didn't think you were a good person.

Emma:...You just didn't allow the one-sided massacre. That was something I couldn't forgive.

Emma: Good or bad aside, I just thought you were that kind of person.

(…To speak outrightly against the emperor, Lord Gilbert must have risked his life.)

(Even so, I couldn't overlook the cruel act, so I turned my back on him...)

(When he was in the capital, Obsidian retreated without knowing about the war.)

On Rhodolite’s side does not know this story.

It's not like knowing about it will make the hatred go away.

(However, looking only at the results, there is a fact that he was saved by Lord Gilbert.).

(As Mr. Roderich said, this story is selfish.)

(If I, a Rhodolitian, find out….)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: I knew of the emperor's invasion and did not stop him. After all, I am on the perpetrator's side.

Gilbert: I have no right to mourn the dead. The White Rose festival is just a festival to me.

Emma:…I understand.

Gilbert: Really? you should have expected it now.

Gilbert: I wish I had been more convenient for you.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(………)

(...My emotions are lost.)

(The more I learn about what kind of person Lord Gilbert is...the more I dyed myself black as the owner fears.)

Is he so irredeemable that he has to die?

I think about it even as I walk around this city right now.

The Obsidian I knew had a bloody image.

However, the people who come and go have the same bright and lively expressions as those who live in Rhodolite.

The idyllic and peaceful scene is a testament to the skill of the ruler.

(Lord Gilbert will not tolerate corruption and deceit. He also does not tolerate massacres and oppression.)

(He became a great villain because he was noble at heart.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: You have the most beautiful heart in all of Rhodolite.

Gilbert: There are many different criteria for evaluating a beautiful heart, but.....

Gilbert: Let's define beauty in your case as "being more loving to others than to yourself."

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(….If that's the applied standard, then Lord Gilbert is also...)

Gilbert: Hey.

Suddenly, a shadow falls on my face, and something cold yet — soft is pressed against my lips.

(……)

(….Huh, just now…..)

Gilbert: If you spaced out many times even though you're with me, you'll get hurt, you know?

Lord Gilbert didn't seem embarrassed/bothered, and he held my hand as it was.

After a while, the heat burst out from my body as if I had jumped into a bathtub.

Emma: ——You can’t do that so casually!

Gilbert: It's bad enough that you’re full of openings, isn't it?

Emma: Even so…you’re always, always….!

Gilbert: Eh, what? Are you begging me to do it again?

Lord Gilbert seemed to really want to do it, so I shook my head as hard as I could.

(I was caught off guard...but I think Lord Gilbert is a surprisingly good kisser...)

(This is how it is for other people too—)

(—-I can’t imagine that.)

Ever since living in obsidian, I haven’t seen a single woman around Lord Gilbert.

(Then why…..)

(……)

I was about to be distracted by something strange, and hastily shook off my evil thoughts.

(….I thought that this person's "like" wasn't true love….)

(......But then there are more things that can't be explained.)

Gilbert: Hehe, now focus on me.

Lord Gilbert headed to a nearby shop while I was upset.

He bought some baked goods with dried fruit and shoved one of them into my mouth without question.

Emma:….Delicious.

Gilbert: I guess so. It looks delicious from the smell.

With my hand on his, he sits down on a nearby bench.

Puzzled, I sat down next to him, and he offered the sweets to my mouth again, as if he were a parent bird feeding its chicks.

(It’s only just me though….)

Emma: Aren’t you going to eat, Lord Gilbert?

Gilbert: Yeah, I'm full right now.

(….Usually, you’d eat so much.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Walter: Lord Gilbert's body has already reached its limits. Even just speaking causes him considerable pain.

Walter: There’s…..only a few more days left…..

Walter: No, the sooner the decision, the better. Otherwise, it will be too late.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(…You're the one who hates lying.)

(Always act nonchalant in front of others....)

Instantly, he can't taste the sweets anymore.

Gilbert: Hmm…it seems that not only Roderich, but Walter also said something unnecessary.

Lord Gilbert smiled wryly/bitterly and stuffed the baked sweets into my mouth again.

Gilbert: I know what you are thinking and what is troubling you.

Gilbert: But, it's all useless.

Emma: Useless?

Gilbert: Yes, you can't change my will and I don't think we have time for this anymore, right?

Gilbert: You still don't know what kind of evil I'm doing.

Gilbert: I think it's a bit farfetched to say 'I want you to live' without understanding that.

Emma:....So, what are you planning?

Gilbert:……..

The important thing is to be deceived with a smile, and sweets are thrown into my mouth again.

Cold fingers traced my lips, which were covered with layers of sweets, and pressed them together mischievously.

Gilbert: I just want to do something a little fun in my last remaining days.

Emma:…….

Gilbert: Once you've eaten, why don't you take a look around the store? I'll help you find the right jewelry for you.

Emma:…Jewelry?

Gilbert: Yes, I'll process it for you. So that you can carry it with you for the rest of your life.

Lord Gilbert laughed in the lively hustle and bustle of the city.

(Why…)

(.....Why do you have such a sad laugh.)

It was only the next day that I learned what it meant.

(I wondered what was going on when I was suddenly summoned by Lord Gilbert...)

Luke: Oh, you look good. // Oh, how are you?

Emma:….Luke?

I stopped near the entrance and blinked my eyes several times.

No matter how many times I checked, it was Luke who was supposed to be at Rhodolite.

Emma: Why….

(….No, don't run away, me.)

(There is only one reason why Luke would be at Obsidian castle looking so nonchalant.)

The disconnection between Rhodolite and Obsidian continues today.

It is difficult to even enter the country unless you have a special transit permit like the owner.

(I mean…there’s a way to permit.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Luke: That's enough, Gil. You're on their side, aren't you?

Luke: What you’re doing right now is threatening Emma.

Emma: Does everyone know that Prince Clavis is working with the anti-monarchy faction and is sending assassins?

Luke: I don’t think so. Maybe Chevalier does, but I’m not sure about the others.

Rio: Then how did Prince Luke know?

Luke: Hm…wild guess.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(At that time, the owner came and made me feel uncertain…)

The fact that Luke was here also made me feel uncomfortable.

Emma:....What is the relationship between Luke and Lord Gilbert?

Gilbert: Hehe....when that question comes up before you rejoice at the reunion, little rabbit is so clever, isn’t she?

Luke: Ahh......I was hoping you'd like me.

Luke languidly scratches his hair and flicks a glance at Lord Gilbert, who was sitting across the table.

Luke: I wasn't with him all the time, but he did give me some financial support, so I guess you could say he was my foster parent?

Gilbert: Call me big brother.

Luke: I think you're more like a father?

Gilbert: Then you can call me papa/dad?

Luke: I'm not going to say it. That's disgusting.

Gilbert: How terrible....where did the cute and innocent Luke from those days go?

(Lord Gilbert is the foster parent?)

Gilbert: The little rabbit has frozen up.

Luke: That’s right. // That's what happens.

(…Come to think of it, Luke was a new prince who had arrived at the court, just like me.)

(I don't know with whom or where he lived before that.)

Gilbert: Luke is a war orphan.

Emma: Orphan…?

Luke: My whole family died ten years ago.

His leaf-colored eyes became stagnate and hollow.

I felt a sense of dread.

(Ten years ago, which means it was the bloodstained rose day.)

Luke: I lived in a place called Espoir Village.

(I've heard of that place before.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Yves: I stayed in the rear, but Licht and Leon were on the front lines, and Jin...

Licht: We headed for the Espoir village, which was the hardest hit by the invasion.

Licht: The situation back then was dire.

Licht: All the buildings collapsed, the roses were stained with the blood of the inhabitants, and fires were raging everywhere...

Licht: By the time Jin arrived, it was apparently too late for anything…

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

Luke: I was buried under the rubble. Gilbert saved me.

Gilbert: I can't ignore the fact that an innocent child is dying, can I?

Gilbert: It was pretty serious at the time, you know? I picked him up because it was beyond the capabilities of Rhodolite to treat him.

Gilbert: I did, and as you can see, I missed him.

Luke:....I ain't missin' you.

(Thats….)

(If it’s true, that would be an amazing coincidence.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Clavis: Let me tell you something, there is no such thing as coincidence in genius.

Clavis: It is inevitable that there is... he manipulates the situation as he wishes, like moving the pieces on the board.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

Emma: Was it really a coincidence?

For some reason Lord Gilbert shook his shoulders at the sudden suspicion.

Gilbert: Oh, do you doubt me? That's right, the child I found by chance was a prince.

Gilbert: There is no one better suited to be a spy.

Gilbert: It’s quite possible that Luke has grown attached to me.

Luke:…You’re wrong?

Gilbert: I wonder? At least, I think people on Rhodolite’s side think this way.

Gilbert: Even if Obsidian's army had saved Luke, the country is not moved by humanity.

Gilbert: "You saved him when you knew he was a child who could eventually bite the royal family".

(No, that’s wrong….)

It reminds me of the children who cried on the streets the other day.

(Probably a coincidence as far as Luke is concerned.)

(I know Lord Gilbert is not the kind of person who takes advantage of children.)

Emma: I'm sorry...forget what I just said.

Gilbert: Huh, why?

Emma: As expected, it's different from when I didn't know anything about Lord Gilbert.

Gilbert:……

Emma: You helped Luke without knowing he was a prince and found out later.

Emma: From there, you may have used Luke for your scheme…..

Emma: At least you didn't think anything of it when you saved him.

Gilbert: Hmm...do you think so?

Emma: Since Lord Gilbert saved his life, he’s lending a hand in some evil deeds.

Emma:.....Luke, is that what you mean?

The only thing I can surmise from the information I have now is that Luke has ties to the anti-monarchy faction of Rhodolite.

━━FLASHBACK━━

Chevalier: Disasters begin when national opinion is divided.

Chevalier: It's a clash between the so-called monarchy and anti-monarchy organizations. The eye patch takes advantage of that.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(He is involved with the anti-monarchy faction at the behest of Lord Gilbert.....I can see how that might be a possibility.)

Luke, however, shook his head loosely.

Luke: It's not because I owe Gilbert or anything.

Luke: Rather, this guy is in a position to support me.

Gilbert: Luke, of his own volition, united the anti-monarchy factions scattered all over Rhodolite.

Gilbert: I also had my wisdom, but it was Luke who finally decided to do it.

(The way you put it, Luke may not be a member of the anti-monarchy faction, but a leader.)

Emma:….Why……

Luke: My family was killed by Rhodolite royalty.

——The room goes quiet.

I let out a shaky exhale.

Emma: No way........among the princes I know, there is no one who does such a thing——

(.....No, there was only one person.)

(But he’s not the kind of person who takes lives for no reason.)

Luke: My family's head was thrown off right in front of my eyes.

Luke's expression gradually loses its emotion.

Luke:….It's hard not to hold a grudge.

Gilbert: Besides, I told you before, didn't I? About Luke's real parents.

(That’s right….)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert:......Do you know the story of Luke's mother?

Gilbert: His mother was just a maid in the service of the court.

Gilbert: But the king forced himself on her because she looked like the woman he loved.

Gilbert: Heartbroken, she left the court to give birth and raise Luke in secret.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(Luke has plenty of motivation to take revenge on the royal family.)

Luke: I don't care if Gilbert uses me, I'm going to get my revenge.

Luke: That's why I'm alive to this day.

Emma: Luke…..

(We were close by and I didn't even notice.)

(….I wonder what thoughts you've been having about the castle all this time.)

Luke:…I'm just a vengeance demon, but the others aren't.

Luke: They all have their own reasons and are tired of the authoritarianism of the king and nobles.

Luke: I don't like the way this continent is, just because they're royalty, they can do whatever they want.

Luke: We are a group with that kind of will.

Gilbert: See, you know why I'm willing to help, right?

Gilbert: His ideology is the same as mine….so I thought I'd help him out.

(….This has to stop.)

(Otherwise, it would be a disaster.)

Luke: I mean, that's what I'm here about. When is the "Last Judgment"?

Gilbert: Ah, I was going to hold off until the signing ceremony....

Gilbert: I see. Do you guys want to aim for that ceremony?

Luke: That's right. It's a great place for royalty and nobles to gather. This kind of opportunity will never come again.

Emma: Wait.....what are you going to do?

My heart is hot and screaming.

Tension stiffened my body to the point that cold sweat ran down my spine.

Gilbert: Hehe...you saw it, didn't you, little rabbit? Our castle is full of guns.

Gilbert: You never showed any interest in it, but what do you think would happen if it fell into the hands of the anti-monarchy faction?

(…….!)

Gilbert: Until now, those in power have been able to suppress popular uprisings by force.

Gilbert: But with this gun, even the people will be able to suppress it by force. Because it's a tool that can kill anyone.

Gilbert: Guns are not yet popular in other countries. Therefore, even if a riot occurs, it is extremely difficult to come up with countermeasures.

(….This is the invasion and trampling by Lord Gilbert…..)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: Because there’s one ruler that knows a lot about deception and corruption...

Gilbert: My "ideal" is to trample upon all the royal families that have spread across the continent, and to free the people from the rule of power.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

Gilbert: In fact, we've already given guns to anti-monarchy organizations in various countries.

Luke: However, there isn’t any bullets. It's just a scrap iron with nothing inside.

Luke: This guy is dodging the issue by saying he's on his last judgement or something.

Emma:....What is the last judgment?

Gilbert: I told you before, didn't I? I want to see another story about you that I couldn't tell myself.

Emma:……

Gilbert: Hey, little rabbit.

Lord Gilbert crossed his legs and his smile was refreshing as the blue sky peeking through the window.

Gilbert: If you kill me right here and right now, you might be able to save Rhodolite, you know?

To the shy/bashful little rabbit.

Thank you for the date today.

It was fun walking around town with you and doing this and that.

You could have been more attached and lovey-dovey. Too bad you are so shy.

The truth is, there were many more places I wanted to take you.

Obsidian is more urban than Rhodolite, you know.

There are all kinds of commercial and recreational facilities that I think you will enjoy a lot.

That being said, I don't usually walk around town that much either.

If they find out I'm royalty, the atmosphere of the city will be instantly tinged with fear, and you know what will happen…right?

You were the only one who was special.

I wish I had the chance to go to town with you again...but I doubt it.

Well...I'm looking forward to seeing you again. — Gilbert von Obsidian.

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#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen ouji #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri jp #ikemen gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert #ikepri translations #ikemen series #cybird

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Since you all liked Passing the Test so much have a deleted scene from that AU

Arianwen weaved through the pirate bar like the crowd was going to part around her. Pure confidence, not looking at anything that wasn't her target, ignoring the looks she got.

Adaine trailed behind her, keeping her head down and trying to go unnoticed. The bag on her back feeling unnaturally heavy with the weight of the Nightmare Crown nestled within it.

Arianwen approached a half-orc half-celestial being who was lounging at a dark corner booth with their shirt off, smoking a long pipe and gazing around the room with half lidden eyes.

"Are you Garthy O'brien?" Arianwen said crisply, standing straight and firm directly in front of them. Adaine coming to a stop a little way behind her, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. "Owner of this establishment?"

"That would be me," Garthy said, smiling but not even making an effort to sit up, "what can I do for you, lovely?"

"I would like to rent a room for me and my daughter," Arianwen told them, "acess to the Compass Point library, and I have heard you are a curse breaker."

"Well, the room is covered with just a few coin, the library is in the crow's nest and free, and as for the curse..." they tilted their head and slid over, offering up the booth space next to them, "let's see what we're working with and I'll see what I can do."

Arianwen glanced over her shoulder to snap her fingers at Adaine. "Sit down and show them your arms."

Adaine obediantly slid into the booth and tugged her gloves off, Garthy watching her curiously as she did. Her arms were covered in lichtenberg-like scars up to her elbows. They no longer pulsed with that dark purple energy that had caused the injuries but were still painfully tender and ached every moment Adaine carried the stupid crown.

Garthy cooed sympathetically and very gently brushed their fingers over Adaine's skin. She shivered at the touch and resisted the urge to pull away.

"This seems a might too ancient for my expertise," Garthy said after a few moments of examining the scars, "I don't know how you got yourself with a curse like this, lovely, but it'll be almost impossible to find someone who can break it for you." Their gaze glance briefly, pointedly, at Arianwen before settling back softly on Adaine. "I have some ointment that can easy the ache of a curse like this. Would you like that, lovely?"

Adaine could cry with relief and moved to nod eagerly when her mother interrupted.

"That won't be necessary, if you cannot break it then we will find someone who can." She placed a few coins on the table and turned away. "The room will be all, thank you. Adaine, put your gloves back on."

Adaine's heart sank and she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming at her mother as she carefully slid the long gloves back on. Garthy put a hand on her shoulder, prompting Adaine to pause and turn back to them.

"Are you alright, lovely?" They asked, face pinched with gentle concern. "I really don't know how a child such as yourself would end up with something like... that. If you need anything you just ask, alright?"

They seemed so sincere that for a moment Adaine was frozen in the seat. "I-"

"Adaine!" Her mother snapped, turning around with a glare. "Do not fall behind."

"S-sorry, coming," Adaine called, scrambling to slide out of the booth and stand up. To Garthy she turned and bowed slightly. "Sorry, th-thank you for your help. Uh, sorry."

And then she turned and quickly ran after her mother, falling in step behind her once again.

#fantasy high #dimension 20 fanfiction

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Henry Was Set Up To Fail In The Eyes Of The Viewers Before We Even Knew Him.

Hello class. Today I would like to talk about two things: Henry and NINA, and how he's been set up for reduction to a 2D villain before we even know him, and how his monologue dupes us into judging his child-self through a warped lens or perception.

The first time we see Henry in ST4 is El's entry into NINA.

She's not prepared, she's already confused and afraid, and so are we. We know as much as she does about the situation, which is to say nothing at all. We're a blank slate as much as she is.

She's inserted into a memory of Henry where he's already essentially directly behind her. He jump-scares us, through no fault of his own, but he scares us nonetheless. This, in combination with NINA glitching/the lights flickering wildly/vocal distortions as El tries to reject NINA and the fact that he supposedly holds a position of power in the lab, shapes our first impression of Henry.

He's associated from the very start with fear, dishonesty, and manipulation. This sets the tone for his entire story.

Our next impression of Henry is then, of course, colored by the fear El feels from NINA and the lab.

Henry isn't scary in that first memory. In fact, it's one of many moments where he's treating her with nothing but compassion.

He informs her that lessons are starting soon, which gives her the chance to mentally prepare for the day. She expresses fear/trepidation over the lessons, and he assures her that she's going to do well. It's nice. He's nice. He's an orderly, and orderlies aren't typically so nice (as we see in ST1). He's done nothing wrong, and yet...

It should be endearing, and on a certain level it is, but the fear from the opening scene colors our judgement so that we're already looking for faults. His kindness automatically comes off a little creepy. It's natural. We've been spooked by him. Now we're on alert, and we see him as a potential threat, even when he hasn't done anything to warrant threat status. We're looking for reasons to distrust him.

Throughout the rest of NINA (pre-massacre), we're shown nothing but good behavior from Henry. He's respectful, he puts himself on El's level so he doesn't loom over her the way Brenner does, he doesn't grab her or talk down to her or treat her like she's stupid. He actively builds up her confidence and even goes so far as to try to help her escape without him. Pulled out of context, he’s undeniably a good guy.

And yet, as soon as the violence starts, we all go "Aha! I knew there was something wrong with you!". We’re so caught up in the violence, so caught up in being right, that we don't spare it a second thought. We don't ask why, it doesn't strike us as unusual behavior, we just accept that he must have been an evil manipulator all along. This is because we were conditioned to from the start.

We're more than happy to ignore inconsistencies, because we've associated him with fear from the moment we met him. Henry never stood a chance. We were set up to expect something evil from him, even if his intentions were good right up until the massacre is underway.

This stops us from asking:

Why did Brenner look the other way about Henry’s conspiratorial behavior with El?

Why did Brenner let Henry, the supposed master manipulator, run around with the lab children at all?

Why did Henry try to free El with no personal gain?

Why were all of his meetings with her (besides the escape) public and interruptible, and why did no one interrupt them?

Why did Henry look so conflicted before he starts killing?

Why didn’t Henry kill El once she took Soteria out?

Why did Henry’s behavior change gradually rather than being an immediate snap when the killing started?

When did 1979 turn from self defense to unprovoked attack, and why?

We don’t ask questions because his new behavior fits with the preconceived notions that we were fed during our introduction to him. We immediately assume he was evil all along, even before he starts monologuing about being a predator. We never stop to think that maybe someone else is pulling the strings to put him in a situation where he’s forced to kill people and by extension absorb them, changing him intrinsically.

Granted, the monologue doesn’t help him going into the next section of this talk, but it also does one very important thing:

It influences our perception of him as a child based on what we see from his adult self who has finally snapped after 20+ years of horrific mental abuse, and who is no longer just himself but an amalgamation of himself and every person he’s just killed.

Including the bad ones.

But nonetheless, we take him at face value for everything he says after that point, because if fits our preconceived notion that he’s evil.

This plays into our perception of the Creel massacre.

So, now that we’ve been “validated” by the narrative (I was right! He’s evil!), we automatically take as fact anything that “proves” that we’re right about him. Because we’ve had our mind made up about him from the get-go, we don’t stop to ask questions. If we ignore inconsistencies, we stay correct. If we ignore the inconsistencies, we stay comfortable in our black and white thinking, our initial snap judgments and intentionally poorly-contextualized impressions.

We go “ah yes, we’ve just seen him commit mass murder. What he says about himself as a child must be true!” and ignore the fact that he’s a victim of MKULTRA and that he’s no longer just himself. We take him at face value because it’s spoon-fed to us, and we like it that way. It’s easy that way.

We see his recollection of the Creel massacre, and we don’t stop to ask:

Why does he look so scared?

Why is his plan so rushed and disorganized, if it was so premeditated?

Why are we missing so many details that were present in Victor’s retelling?

If Henry had Victor in a trance, then who killed Alice? Henry has never displayed the ability to trance and kill different people at the same time, and Alice was alive the last time Victor saw her.

How did Brenner show up so soon after the murders? What tipped him off to come collect Henry?

Why does Henry flip-flop between framing himself as both victim and predator? He’s a victim as a child, and then a predator as a child, and then a victim again as a child, and then a victim in the lab, but then a predator in the lab, and then a victim again as an adult, but now a predator as and adult…

Why can’t he keep his motivations straight? Is he a victim freeing himself from his prison, or is he an apex predator taking his rightful place at the top of the food chain? He talks about how hurt he was and how betrayed…and then he compares himself to a god using spiders as a proxy. He can’t keep his story straight. Does he want us to fear him or sympathize with him? (Both. The answer is both. The people he just absorbed have always been about fear as a method of control, and Henry himself has just spent the entire last arc giving us reasons to sympathize with him.)

Why does his retelling look so different from Victor’s in every regard, from color grading to MKULTRA/LSD hallmarks on the lights to missing subtitles?

How did Virginia know about his abilities, and how did she find an expert on psionic abilities so easily?

Were Henry’s actions that night a generally unprovoked preemptive strike, or were they reactive self-defense?

We just go with what they spoon-feed us. It fits our preconceived notions from our first impression of Henry combined with our impression of him as an intrinsically altered adult rather than the man we’re shown pre-absorption. We assume that, well, he must have done all that somehow. He must have been born evil. He must have been manipulating El from the start.

We don’t stop to consider that his truth might not be the full factual truth. We don’t stop to look closer because the story fits so nicely with what we’ve been expecting from him from the very first time we see him, and the monologue only reinforces that response.

Henry never stood a chance in the plot or in our perceptions of him. We’re as much chess pieces as he is. Brenner was manipulating Henry’s path, as well as shaping El’s perception of him by skipping footage, and the Duffers shaped our mental path in much the same way.

We got duped.

#henry creel #henry/vecna/001 #henry creel analysis #stranger things analysis #stranger things

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gwenbrightly · 9 months

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(Re)Building the Future Chapter 1

A mixture of ideas I’ve had rolling around in my brain since Ruin came out. Please enjoy.

"I'm so sorry…"

"I love carrot cake. Happy birthday, Cassie…"

There's a click accompanied by sobbing, and then……. Nothing…

……..

……….

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Reboot complete."

Roxy regains awareness with a groan. What happened?

She tries to sit up, but something heavy is pressing down on her. Great. Just great. It feels like one of those vehicles humans use to get around the Pizza Plex. Inferior to her golf carts, of course, but also dreadfully inconvenient to be trapped under. And Roxy would know. This isn't the first time one has fallen on her since she lost her eyes to that stupid boy, Gregory. That horrible awful loser. How she'd like to get her claws on him…

"Roxyyy"

Roxy tries to ignore the obnoxious voice in her head. Plotting revenge is much more appealing right now than dealing with Helpy. Unfortunately, Helpy doesn't seem to feel the same way.

"ROXANNE WOLF!" He blasts. If she were human, the volume would probably be painful.

"What? I'm a little busy here." Roxy finally replies, giving the vehicle another shove to prove her point.

"You're needed down below. That silly girl showed up out of nowhere and I… May have shown her how to deactivate all of M.X.E.S's security nodes. There's nothing keeping It from getting out now!"

"Oh, Fizzy Faz. Why would you give a child that kind of power?" Roxy really wishes cursing wasn't against her programming.

Helpy is right (for once). This is very bad.

"I’ve been feeling a little glitchy today, okay? Anyway," Helpy says, clearly avoiding responsibility for his mistakes, "we've got a HUGE problem, so get down there and do something."

"What exactly do you want me to do? Beat it in a race?" Roxy asks, finally managing to dislodge her good leg.

"Beating It is an option. Just not in a race. Don't worry - I'll be here to guide you, since, you know, you can't see! I'll be like your seeing eye bear!" Helpy says enthusiastically.

Roxy sighs. Normally, she hates spending time with Helpy. He's an annoying little digital know it all who doesn't know how to shut up. (and he did just insult her). But without her eyes, she doesn't really have a choice. Her Number 1 Twice is somewhere down below and has no idea what she's unleashed. She has to save Cassie. And taking It down is also important, she supposes.

Roxy is built for speed and agility. The next few minutes pass in a blur. Down the stairs - she loses track of how many flights. The elevator has already left. She takes another route. One covered with debris she must navigate. (If Helpy is leading her to her death, she'll kill him first). There are places she has to tunnel through planks and concrete rubble to make her way. But she does it. It's damp. She can hear water nearby and the ground makes a squishy noise when she steps in certain places. "Oh hey! There's an underground waterfall over there!" Helpy informs her at one point.

"Focus, Helpy. We're not here to sight see." Roxy reminds him.

"Riiiiight. Well, we're getting close. I think. Just through this door and down a few more flights of stairs!"

As she treks down stairs and through the halls of a structure she didn't even know existed until just now, Helpy continues to give her, well, 'helpful' suggestions.

"There's an automatic door exactly 2.345 feet to your right."

"No! Not that door!"

"Be sure to watch out for the burners on the floor in here!"

This particular piece of advice confuses Roxy to no end. "Why the Faz are there burners on the floor? Do you know how many safety regulations that violates?!"

"Don't ask me. I just work here. Digitally, of course."

After the weird burner rooms, and another round of stairs, Roxy suddenly runs out of floor. Without thinking, without waiting for Helpy to confirm that it is safe, she jumps. Luckily, the space beneath her is not very deep. Rolling into a stand with both legs more or less intact, she scrambles around until she finds a small hole in the wall. As she crawls through, she hears a small voice in the distance say, "You're not Gregory."

Cassie is close. She can feel it.

-~-~-~

The thing Fazbear Entertainment keeps trapped beneath the Pizza Plex doesn’t go down without a fight. Neither does Roxy. Unfortunately, she isn't able to hold it off for long before it's able to shove her aside and continue after Cassie. To make matters worse, Helpy is giving her conflicting directions, leading her in circles. It is probably interfering somehow. She's on her own if she wants to get anywhere with this. She stalks forward, listening carefully. A faint creaking, scaping sound catches her attention. Then a whimper.

Roxy dashes to her right. Right again. Forward. In the distance, the elevator doors slide shut with a grinding crunch. It struggles for a moment, seemingly caught in the door. This gives Roxy just enough time to pull the creature into a choke hold.

"Leave her alone!" she growls at It.

"But she came to rescue me!" It protests in a voice that sounds a little too much like Gregory.

Whatever actually prompted Cassie to come down here, Roxy is pretty sure the kid didn't come to save It on purpose. Cassie is smarter than that.

"You tried to kill her!" Roxy shrieks in anger. It struggles against her. She refuses to let go. With a little luck, the elevator will finish its journey soon and Cassie will be safely back at the surface in no time.

Luck, however, is a fickle thing. Rarely do things turn out as luckily as we would prefer. Roxy knows this. She's never relied on luck to win races or make crying children smile. Deep down, she knows she can't always win (though she still tries to, often at the detriment of others). But that doesn't make it any less horrifying when the elevator begins to plummet instead of going up. When she hears Cassie's panicked screams. Or the shattering crash of the elevator splitting apart at the bottom of the shaft.

"No…" Roxy nearly lets go of It in her panic.

"Now she can stay forever," It says gleefully, once again mimicking Gregory's voice.

"One more word and I'll tear your head off," Roxy threatens. She drags It away from the elevator.

"Lock It up!" Helpy screeches. "Lock It up!"

"Where?" Roxy asks reluctantly. She doesn't want to leave the elevator's ruins. Cassie is in there somewhere.

"M.X.E.S wants you to put It in one of the extra containment rooms to your left," Helpy starts, "No one is safe until you've done that."

As much as she hates to admit it, the annoying little bear is right. If Cassie is still alive, leaving It to roam free will put her in danger.

"Okay. Let's do this," she finally agrees. Hoping Helpy's instructions ring true this time, Roxy lets him guide her to It's new containment cell. Her threats seem to have worked; the creature doesn't fight her as hard as she knows it could. She shoves the thing into the room and grabs the sliding door, ready to shut It away forever, but she thinks better of it.

"I'll be taking these," Roxy says. Then she reaches for It's face and yanks on the eye receptacles. They give way with a pop. She haphazardly connects the wires to her own eye sockets, blinking as the world flickers into focus for the first time in a long time.

"My eyes!" It complains. "You took them!"

#fnaf sb ruin spoilers #fnaf sb ruin #fnaf cassie #fnaf fanfiction #fnaf fanfics #Roxanne wolf #Cyborg Cassie coming soon to tumblrs near you #rebuilding universe #myfics

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I Failed to Divorce My Husband - By Yulji (6.5/10)

Are you ready for the plot twist of the century? I hate this. It's a reincarnation story with a terrible set up that kills most of the romance, but the main guy is a yandere...and there's a secret yandere that is x100 times better than him. Read on if you're strong enough to make it through all the cliches. If and only if you're interested in meeting the high quality yandere hidden behind the curtain.

I hate this.

I absolutely hate this premise.

Erin is a twenty nine year old woman. She has her memories, and she's married to a boy who is between the age of 10-13. There is no timeskip. We have to deal with 30 painful chapters of Erin...being married to a child.

Erin is a nice, cute, MATURE girl? I despise this trope. I would kill it with fire if I could, but nothing too creepy happens. Aiden, her fiance, does not immediately fall for her. They do become friends first, and he begins to like her because she is smart.... because she's actually in her damn thirties....

....moving on.

We're in a reincarnation novel setting. Erin was the villain last time. She was obsessed with her perfect fiance. Aiden Leinster is a future Duke with a pretty face, sword skills, and perfect manners. Erin was a very controlling fiance, who tried to control his relationships and his life. She ruined his childhood, and his childhood already sucked because he was never close to his parents. He spent all his time with tutors.

Erin was killed off for trying to kill the woman he fell for, Yulia.

New Erin would like to avoid this ending.

Her marriage is a little miserable at the beginning. Aiden has pretty bad anxiety. He hates being touched and he hates being married. He's with his tutor all day, so he behaves like a robot and he has no friends.

Erin starts to pity the boy. Originally she planned to be distant and uninterested in his affair with the protagonist, Yulia. She can't ignore his anxious attitude though. It's almost like he lives in fear.

She sees the truth.

His parents aren't around, and so his tutor has too much power. Her name is Whitney and her hobby is abusing Aiden, because she has a huge superiority complex. Whitney is a pretty good antagonist, but then she starts acting stupid because why would a webtoon like this have good writing.

Sigh...

Then we meet Isabella Leinster. Aiden's mother is a peerless beauty who feels pressured to be perfect. Her husband, Logan, is not affectionate with her. So, she feels she must do her duties alone with no help. That is why Whitney was entrusted with Aiden. Isabella is deeply troubled and stressed by the pressure of court life, but she feels like she always has to be involved in politics. The Leinster family must be the most powerful family. That is what she was told when she married.

Duke Logan Leinster. Take me now. Now this is a Daddy character. You know what I'm going to call him that because nobody can stop me. Daddy is an excellent secret yandere that jumps out of the woodwork...right when Erin's ingenious plans get annoying. The Duke is no spoiled brat. He has impure blood or he became the Leinster heir by circumstance. When he was young the Duchess pressured him to go to the battlefield, get the prettiest best wife etc. The previous Duchess believed he was unworthy, and if there was any other heir option he would have been a peasant. Logan was not well respected until he reached his thirties. He was only able to gain power after the previous Duchess died, after becoming a war hero, after signing dirty deals to become a prominent businessman. He had to do all that to solidify his reputation, which was in the toilet for a long time. Along the way he did marry the prettiest bride. It was an arranged marriage, but he fell madly in love with his Bella. He thinks she fears him, because of his war experience and his ruthless business side. He's kinda right. Isabella hates it when she cannot read his emotions. She feels like she's the only one in love.

Isabella and Erin expose Whitney. Isabella kindly lets Whitney live because of her years of service. Daddy is not as forgiving. He gathers all of the bullies who harassed Aiden, and lied to his wife, and he murders them in secret. He doesn't say a word. Isabella thinks they were just kicked out. He killed them to ensure that the rats would never appear before his wife again.

Aiden starts hugging his mom. This is a huge step. He slowly gets over his fear of being touched...but then his parents leave. Isabella gets sick. Court life sucks for her. It makes her sick. She gets a fever. So, Daddy spirits her away and he...leaves his preteen son in charge.

It's stupid. The writing is really dumb. Logan and Isabella are written well. The main characters are not. The flashbacks with Logan and Isabella are way more cohesive, and they make sense, because it's real romance not isekai junk.

Daddy shaves off his beard. He leaves Erin in charge. He thanks her because she encouraged him to reach out to his wife, who was never really afraid of his extremely hot ass. Aiden begins to show signs of possessiveness. He views Erin as his saviour as of chapter 26.

Read for Daddy.

Skim over the Erin stuff.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #otome isekai #isekai #I Failed to Divorce My Husband

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the-air-nomad · 11 months

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Saw that requests were open and was wondering if you could do a yandere Katara x Aang prompt. I like the idea of Katara being really possessive with Aang.

Aang is 21 years old and Katara is 23 years old

After the kiss in Ba Sing Se, Katara and Aang's relationship had progressed very quickly. Katara absolutely adored Aang but his fans exasperated her to the point where she wondered if Aang would still love her if she killed a few stupid girls. During that year she had received a series of insults that had made her lose her cool and take out her temper on poor Aang. Of course, she knew she was older than Aang, but there was only a 2 year difference! That didn't make her too old for him! The worst part was that Aang just chose to ignore them and made no move to really reject them. Katara sometimes thought he liked all the attention he was getting. That led to tonight's argument. Katara and Aang had to attend a party organized by King Kuei. Everything was perfect until a noble girl, who had more paint on her face than they had on the walls of their guest room from Katara's point of view, decided to make advances on Aang right in front of her. The girl, named Gye Shen, had come to their table and started thanking Aang for everything he had done for the world while running her fingers over his chest. Katara had started giving them death glares. Seeing his girlfriend's condition, Aang tried to get away from Gye but fell off the chair and landed on the floor. Gye pretended to help him only to stumble, with the courtesy and talent of an Ember Island actor, and land on top of him. Katara angrily stood up and pulled Gye off her boyfriend by pulling her hair. The girl started screaming and crying and people started looking at them. Aang stood up and tried to calm the noble but Katara got even more angry. She punched her boyfriend in the face and left, starting to cry.

Aang was stuck for a moment and then left to find his girlfriend. Now he had actually committed it! He frantically searched for her for half an hour. He had already started to lose his mind. If she had suffered something bad? He returned to the ballroom and started looking for her there as well. Maybe she had calmed down and turned to look for him. Suddenly the king of Kuei put his hand on his shoulder making him jump and turn around. But when he noticed that Katara had not come to him, he was disappointed.

Kuei : How is Master Katara feeling?

Aang: She's angry, I think. But why are you asking?

Kuei: Bosco and I found her vomiting in the garden, so we asked the guards to accompany her to the royal doctor's office.

Aang quickly flew to the doctor's office, more worried than ever. Katara had a very good immunity, she hadn't gotten sick since the storm! As soon as he arrived at his destination, he went inside, slamming the door. The doctor looked at him angrily but then put on a professional mask. Aang ignored him completely and went to the bed where Katara was sitting.

Aang: Katara, are you okay?

Katara: Oh! Now you care about how I feel?!

Aang: I'm sorry! You know I don't care about that girl! The only girl I care about is you my dear! Please forgive me!

Katara: then prove it! I swear on my mother's necklace that if you get close to another girl, you won't see us again!

Aang: us?

Katara: yes Aang, us. I was planning to tell you after the party.

Katara gently places her hand on her stomach. Aang's breathing stops and tears begin to flow freely. He takes Katara in bridal style and starts spinning with her, making watery giggles.He puts her down gently and sits on his knees in front of her, resting his head on her belly.

Aang: This is the best day of my entire life! We will be parents! We will create a new life! It's magical!

Katara sighs and strokes his head.

Katara: maybe now that we're having a baby, those desperate little girls will give up their cheap seduction tactics.

Aang: who cares! Katara, we're going to have a baby! Stay! we will have a child and we are not married! Sokka is going to kill me!

Aang pulls out a beautifully crafted bracelet and rubs the back of his head suddenly shyly.

Aang: To be honest, I was waiting for the perfect moment to propose. I know it's not a necklace, but I thought you wanted to keep your mother's. I made it and I hope you will like it! So, do you want to be my girl forever?

Katara: only if you want to be my boy forever!

Aang: I couldn't dream of anything else.

I think I wrote a little too much and that Katara is not exactly what you wanted, but I hope you will like it.

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