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Subway Boss: Become Nobody

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What happens when a city boy from the Pokemon world lands in a world so, so unlike his own, that he doesn't know where he is? What happens when he doesn't know, like all it's inhabitants, to avoid the glowing purple and orange lights in the woods. Lest they steal him away?

What happens when a man loses himself before he can be found again?

And who are these odd creatures that worry over him so?

(Ingo Pokemon gets Eeby Deebied to a D&D world)

Can also be read Here on Ao3!

When Ingo wakes up, it is to the feeling of cold seeping into his clothes. Waterproof as his coat can be, it's made more to keep cool in Nimbasa's heat, than it is to keep warm. So the cold is enough to rouse him. Unexpected as it is, in the middle of summer. Also, a leaf landing on his face.

The subway boss' eyes slowly open, a shake of his head dislodging the autumn-gold leaf from his face. Above him is the sky- dotted with far more stars than he's ever seen in the city. Amount reaching closer to when Drayden took him and Emmet camping to teach them survival skills. Not that they ever went on a proper Pokemon journey to use them in.

Trains were nice in that way.

He is not very knowledgeable about nature, but as Ingo pushes himself up and wet seeps into his hands. He notes that none of the trees around look remotely like any he's seen before.

Definitely not around Nimbasa, or Opelucid. That's for certain.

Looking around, he dimly notes that there's also quite a lot of snow. Even as the creeping soreness all throughout his body fogs his mind, he knows that that's wrong. Among many other things.

He groans. It feels like that time he fell down the stairs when he was little. What was he even doing before...?

Casting his mind back like a fishing line, the panic of his last memories begins to creep up on him. He had been conducting the singles line back to the station after a long day of battling- There was... he had Haxorus and Eelektross out, to check them over and make sure they were alright. As well as to keep him company.

He and Emmet had changed up which Pokemon they used on the lines in order to give them a change of pace- they loved battling just as much as the twins, but doing the same battle formats can get boring for them.

Durant had still been healing when there was an odd noise. The lights in the train flickering. And... something. Something distinctly unnatural.

A harsh crackling rings in his ears, and a dark rainbow borders the edges of his vision. Putting his hair on end, even as he shakes the memory off. He didn't see it coming. None of them did, he's fairly certain.

One minute, he was on the train, and the next he was...

Falling.

Okay, that explains why everything hurts.

A gust of wind blows through Ingo and he shivers. And it threatens to blow his hat out of reach from where it had landed beside him, so he grabs it, setting it in it's rightful spot atop his head and earning himself a modicum more warmth in the meantime.

He needs to get moving. Find people. Or at least somewhere to take shelter. (The clouds gathering around the mountain's peak look rather grey to him. He doesn't want to be out in a snowstorm.) (His eyes glide past the cracks of lightning and shadow peeking through the clouds. Too disoriented to process a second dark rainbow.)

Hopefully he isn't too far from civilization. If he's lucky, he's somehow still in Unova, despite his doubts. Just... some farther flung corner. Or an island he's never been to because the train doesn't go there! And they'll have a phone he can call the station with to assure Emmet and everyone he's alright, so they won't be worried.

Yes! That's the ideal! At worst, he's just in another region, right? He's fairly certain no regular Pokemon could teleport him to another continent. Therefore it's likely he's just further north from Unova, in a colder region! He wouldn't even need to take a boat then. Well, unless he's on an island. He greatly hopes he's not on an island.

Familiar growling from nearby drags him out of his thoughts. Shoot. He forgot about wild Pokemon. At least he has... His hands grasp empty air on his belt, and he swears under his breath. He does not, in fact, have his Pokemon. Or really any of their Pokemon. At all.

Right then, he'll ALSO need to do his best to avoid any wild Pokemon. Great. Just great.

Ingo is not particularly known for being stealthy. This is because he's never learned how to be. Past shutting his mouth. The crunching of the snow beneath his feet weighs heavy in his ears.

The growling stops. A howling croon that's unmistakable ringing out. Is that-

"Haxorus?"

Ingo is barrelled over by an eel and a dragon. Both crying out in relief. And he feels tension leave his shoulders. He's not alone in this.

Man and Pokemon clutch eachother tight. Relieved to have the others in this strange, cold, place.

He has to push them off of him, laughing, so he can stand and stop the ground leeching the warmth out of him even more. "Alright, alright! Let me stand, it's cold down here!" And Ingo hugs Eelektross and Haxorus tight once more after he stands.

They are just as ill-suited to the cold as he. Shivering along with him as a breeze calls a small flurry of snow upon their group. Ingo's equivalent of a smile- something more in the eyes than the mouth- falters. "Ah- sorry, you two are cold, aren't you? You should go back into your pokeballs for now." He pauses. "Unless either of you recognize this place?"

He's distracted from the shaking of their heads by his hands closing on empty air where their pokeballs should be. There is nothing where their pokeballs should be.

"Oh no."

And then Ingo is patting down his pockets, hoping against hope. Surely he just put them in his pockets accidentally. Surely! He knows he can be a bit absent minded but to not have their pokeballs...

"I think I dropped them when we were pulled through."

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Haxorus, Eelektross, and Ingo hurry back and scour the areas each of them fell. Hoping to find the pokeballs if they are lost in the dirt.

But there is no sign of the devices.

"They must have been left on the train car." Ingo groans, running a hand down his face. Ideally, the pokeballs aren't lost in the wilderness. So that's what Ingo will choose to believe.

They all shiver at another gust of wind. Haxorus and Eelektross huddle up to Ingo for warmth. He wraps his arms around them. Hugging them close. "And we still haven't seen any sign of people..."

His gaze turns to the sunset-tinged sky. "We need to find either people or shelter before it gets dark. Have either of you seen a cave? Or loose branches we can use to make something to block the wind?" Haxorus rumbles at him, pulling away. She tosses her head to point at some trees, emphasizing her axes.

Ingo chuckles softly. "We should collect loose branches before finding out if we need to cut down trees, Haxie." Haxorus huffs air in his face, but relents.

Especially since Eelektross blurbles something that catches her interest. Both Pokemon exchanging words. Before they break their discussion and Haxorus grabs Ingo's hand to drag him along. Eelektross darting up ahead to lead the way.

Ingo collects branches on the way to the cave Eelektross remembered. Though he only half-remembers how to actually make a lean-to over the crack in the cliff like he planned.

Listen, he doesn't Go camping, alright? And if he does, he CERTAINLY uses a tent and not a lean-to. Like a sensible person. ... Maybe he should go over how to make a lean-to again when they get home.

Haxorus gives an unimpressed snort at the lean-to.

"Well I'd like to see you do better." Was a poor choice of words, Ingo finds. Because far too quickly does he need to once more stop Haxorus from chopping down a tree when they had perfectly acceptable shelter.

At least Eelektross supports him. And remembers they need to fill the gaps with leaves and moss.

Eelektross is a good boy. Hopefully Emmet isn't too worried about them all.

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The night is... uncomfortable. The nights continue to be uncomfortable. It has been two days and they have not managed to see any other humans. Nor have they seen many Pokemon- those they have are odd, and unlike any Ingo has seen. Quick to retreat at a challenge, rather than enjoy a good battle. The food he has been able to find has been strange in appearance. Other than some leafed plants. And it is cold.

Haxorus refuses to take his coat to keep warm. Instead choosing to use Ingo as a warm-blooded teddy bear when she gets too cold. Or stopping and insisting they find somewhere to light a fire and get warm in. Though they have to be careful every time so as not to poison themselves with the smoke and choke themselves out of the cave.

Eelektross takes to curling around either Ingo or Haxorus. Attempting to keep both of them warm. When walking. Acting as another layer of protection against the elements. Getting to wiggle under Ingo's coat whenever Ingo is the subject of cuddles while walking is just a bonus. Really.

As they progress further through the icy landscape, it just gets snowier. And Ingo fears. Fears they're going the wrong way. Fears he's gotten them lost. Fears they'll never find civilization. So he does not notice the fog slowly rolling in. Until he can't see his hand in front of his face and both Pokemon have disappeared from his sight. Brought back to reality from a creaking under his feet.

Oh no.

Ingo freezes in place. Creaking. It's snowy. Ice? Is he standing on ice? Eelektross cries out. Calling for him, or maybe Haxorus? She calls back. And then they are both calling. Faint yellow spots glow through the snow when he twists around to look. Shadowed by a nearby claw of a standing Haxorus.

"I'm here! I'm fi-iIIIIIINE!" The ice cracks more under his feet when he tries to back up. Kuso. He forgot about the ice. One thing at a time. Get off the ice first, then get back to the Pokemon.

The Pokemon that are calling out in alarm. Moving closer. "Don't worry! I'm fine! There's just. Ice! Under me!" He tries to reassure, but the Pokemon still approach. "Don't come too close! I don't know how far the ice extends!" Reluctantly, they stop. Allowing Ingo to think on his predicament.

"Eelektross, can you come closer? Just enough to get out of Haxorus' mould breaker. It should be safe if you can levitate." The ice creaks a little more under him, and he does his best not to move.

If he moves, the ice will likely break. If the ice breaks, he'll go tumbling, either into water, which they can't afford with how cold it is. Or he could be on the edge of a cliff. Or over a tunnel. Or on top of a Pokemon's den. Or or or- Not helpful right now! He needs to get off the ice! Not worry about what's underneath him!

Emmet would never forgive him if he died in the snow with their Pokemon.

The ice creaks again. Ingo can't help but shuffle back, breath hitching in his chest. The ice s h a t t e r s .

Ingo's scream echoes over the Icelands. Ringing in Eelektross and Haxorus' earholes, as well as sending all the mysterious creatures around them fleeing.

(All except for one. Which scrabbles forwards over the ice in the direction of the scream, curious. But they will never learn that.) (It's part of the reason the animals flee too.)

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Ingo comes to with a groan in a pile of snow. Ow... Guess it was a cliff, then.

As he attempts to shove himself up on chilled arms, he notes that all he can hear is ringing. Ringing. Ringing in his ears. (He does not hear the worried calls of his panicked Pokemon from above.)

"Kuso." He can swear right now. As a treat. With everything he's been through these past three days, he deserves it. Blurry vision squints up. "I have to get up. They'll be worried sick." And that's all he needs to force himself to get up. Not succumbing to the chill.

(Up above, Haxorus and Eelektross hear a whisper of their trainer's voice, and breathe a shared sigh of relief.)

He hugs himself tight for warmth. Staring up the cliff and trying to force his eyes to focus. What would be the best plan right now? Eelektross can levitate. Giving it an easy way down the cliff. But none of them have eaten properly since coming here. There's no way he'd have the strength to carry Ingo up. Or Haxorus down. And Haxorus is weak to ice. She can't just be left alone up there in the cold.

Ingo yells, ignoring his own shivering and hoping they can hear him. "STAY UP THERE! I'LL FIND A WAY BACK UP TO YOU, OKAY? EELEKTROSS, PROTECT HAXORUS FROM THE COLD. BOTH OF YOU STAY AWAY FROM THE CLIFF EDGE. WE DON'T HAVE YOUR POKEBALLS TO RETREAT TO IF YOU FELL AND GOT HURT."

There's twin cries of confirmation. From the top of the cliff. That he can just barely hear. And he sags slightly in relief. Good. They'll be safe.

Now he just has to find his way back up there...

"I'M GOING TO WALK ALONG THE CLIFF FACE! THERE WILL LIKELY BE A WAY UP SOMEWHERE ALONG THERE! STAY SAFE, I LOVE YOU. PROTECT EACHOTHER, ALRIGHT?"

Ideally, he won't die from the cold down here.

Ingo's always been a man of ideals.

But that doesn't mean he can't accept that he's very possibly gotten some kind of injury from that fall. (Oh how his body aches. It blurs together with the ache in his stomach. So he just hurts all over.) And he is freezing.

Pokemon are more resilient than humans. But that doesn't mean they're infallible. They need to take care of eachother. (Especially if he-)

It will be fine! They'll find civilization eventually! And they just have to keep going until then! Which means the Pokemon need to stay safe and he has to get back to them.

(A gust of wind blows through him. And he pulls his coat tighter. Getting lost in the desert would be more fun than this.)

Ingo doesn't know how long he walks. It could have been miles. It could have been a few feet. It's really hard to tell with the fog, okay?

He doesn't see any way up the cliff and back to the Pokemon.

Instead, he sees something much better.

The glow of two lanterns and purple flames. Blurred through the fog.

They must not have been as far from Nimbasa as he thought! That's- "Chandelure?!"

(He ignores the fact he hasn't seen any Pokemon he recognizes, past his own. He ignores the unfamiliar plants. He ignores lack of snow anywhere NEAR Nimbasa, or Unova in general. He ignores the fact it was summer-) (He just wants to see a familiar face.)

The Orange Lanterns (or maybe torches? With the way they trail up from the source) and Chandelure pause at his call. It MUST be someone out looking for him with Chandelure!

(Back at the cliff, Haxorus and Eelektross have long since gotten worried about their trainer.)

Ingo quickens his pace. Calling out again, "Chandelure! Is it you? I knew you'd find us! Haxorus and Eelektross are with me too, but we got separated, so I was looking for- a way. back. to.. them..."

(So blinded by hope was he, he failed to realize the purple flames he saw were not flames at all, but glowing fog.)

Ingo Giniro locks eyes with a scrawny creature, lean and skinny. Skinny enough it's ribs are showing. With bright orange glowing eyes. Ones that glow in such a way that the power trails upwards from them. And fog wreathing it's neck. And he knows he has made a mistake.

The words dry up in his throat, and Ingo finds he can't remember what he was talking about.

Only that he can't look away.

(Pokemon cries ring out, Eelektross and Haxorus having made their way down the cliff.) (Ingo doesn't realize they're his Pokemon's cries.)

This Pokemon looks a bit like Chandelure. With the purple wreathing up from it like fire.

Who... whose Chandelure again?

(The mist of the creature plumes, and blurry images dance along it's surface.)

This must be a psychic type, with it's eyes glowing like that. Up close, the way they're set on it's mask-like face remind him of lanterns, the ones they'd see when they went... went to... Kan? Joh? Sinn...?

What region was it again?

It was summer, but he can't quite recall the way the warmth felt on his skin. Or the face of the family-clan? He'd visit.

(He doesn't hear the crashing in the underbrush.)

Ing- takes a step closer. Voice soft as he can make it. Because this creature has been staring at him for.... he doesn't know. It's a lost passenger, and a sub--y b--- always takes care of lost pass-ngers! (He thinks.) "Hello? Are you lost?" And the creature's many spines- they look almost like arrows or spears- bristle. Maybe not then. But if they're arrows... "Are you hurt?"

The creature- not all that scrawny, really. It's belly is well rounded- it must know where to find food around here... Wherever... here. is. Wait. Where is here? How did he get here again?

(Electricity crackles behind him, and an arrow- unnaturally sharp- launches. Slicing through the su-w-- b---'s collar. Only just missing his neck. To his lack-of-notice.)

Oh there's a creature over there! A poke- pok- pocke- He doesn't remember the word, quite. But he doesn't recognize it, which strikes him as strange. But In-- doesn't know why. Maybe he knows a lot about them? That seems silly. He doesn't even know what one of those is.

Something rushes past the edge of his vision, dark and furiously roaring. That's alright. He's just here. Staring at the lovely creature over there. Something white is falling. Thrown up by the charging axe-beast. It settles on I---'s shoulders, making him... cold? He thinks?

Is this what cold is? He's not even shivering! (It's too cold for that.)

A blink, and he finds himself staggering. Something red hot hot hot- jabbing into his side. There's stuff coming out of it. Wet and sticky.

Another arrow flies past his cheek. Snaring the high collar of the cloth he's wearing.

Ah. He's in a battle. He should move.

The man falls on his butt as a green shape rushes past him. Lightning crackling along it's sides as it launches it at the creature the axe-dragon was staring at. Posture limp so her tail was dragging in the snow.

That must be cold.

Cold is bad for dragons.

He watches, feeling oddly disconnected from everything, as the dragon shakes her head and roars at the creature before her. Launching into a pattern of fancy footwork that seems to make her faster. Her blades sharper.

She strikes. And the lightning-eel only just misses getting struck from where it stands, dazed.

The man tries to stand. They need his help! "Hey!"

The smoke-creature's eyes lock with his.

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A man comes to on the cold ground. And he hurts. He didn't know it was possible to hurt this much. Ow. At least he knows what pain is? Something's pressing at his stomach. Where the pain is.

He groans, and tries to move. But is quickly shoved back down by the lightning-eel. An Eelektross? He thinks?

It feels like his head is full of fog.

Scolding, worried, calls, reach his ears. Claws help him move more safely so he can see- Oh. That's an arrow sticking out of his stomach.

Why is there an arrow in his stomach?

There's a lot of red in the cold stuff around them.

He's pretty sure that's bad. He tries to express himself, but his tongue feels awkward in his mouth as he tries to make the sounds needed for the words. "That's warui. We need-" the words falter on his tongue, and hesitantly, he tries. "Tasuke ga hitsuyo? Help."

The Haxorus(?) looming over him snorts. Because it's rather obvious, really, that they need help. "I don't kangaeru I can ugoku..."

"Can you tasuke o motomeru? I will be. OK." He clicks his tongue as he makes the last noise. The man is fairly certain he is using no words correctly. But the creatures seem to understand him anyways, based on how the Eelektross(?) blurbles. And discussion starts up between the pocket monsters.

His eyes start to slip closed, and the lightning-eel smacks his leg. No sleeping! This rings true, somewhere in the depths of his foggy mind, but he is so cold, and everything hurts. It would be so nice to just... rest his eyes...

This time he is whapped with a tail. Ow.

The conversation finishes, and the Eelektross(?) rushes off. Leaving the axe-dragon to keep him awake. Though the alarm calls let out by the worried eel are more than enough to lance concern through him. Keeping him awake- for now.

-----

Gaeric had been journeying through the Icelands to bring supplies back to the clan when he heard a scream. A human scream.

Now, Gaeric would normally brush that off as a monster's mimicry. An attempt to lure fools into it's trap. If it weren't for the loud shouting he heard not too long after it. Too far away to make out the words, but it comes from the borders of the territory of the lost, and well... Everyone in the Pearl Clan has seen what happens to people who encounter that beast unprepared.

Cursing his soft heart and own foolishness, he double checks that his map is where he will find it should he forget the route home, and angles his sled in the direction the voice had been coming from.

Hopefully the person's companions- because they've got to have companions if they were shouting at someone- can keep them safe. At least until Gaeric can arrive to help.

Gaeric is on the verge of turning around, thinking he's missed the person. Because he could hear the shouting and scream so they couldn't have been that far away. Nobody's capable of being that loud. Surely. So it's more likely he missed the person and needs to turn back.

That is when he hears the beastly calls. And his hand goes to his shortsword. Wary of the creature that could make such unrecognizable calls. It's not wholly uncommon to come across something completely unfamiliar, ever since the rift ripped open in the sky above. And a couple nights ago, the dark rainbow had danced.

Seems whatever fell from it last must have survived.

Calls turn into a shriek, as whatever lurks in the woods spots him. Lighting up spots in a row with a crackling, bright yellow glow. And Gaeric swears under his breath. It must have seen his fog lantern.

The dark shape lunges through the fog at him, and Gaeric braces. Ready to dodge a blow that doesn't come.

Instead, an eel-like beast skids to a stop in front of him, and dances in the air. Blurbling at him. Spots flashing in a pattern- though not one he understands- as it carefully keeps it's distance from him and his sword.

He watches the creature's strangeness- it seems ill-suited to the Icelands. Shivering when a breeze picks up. And sees when it realizes he doesn't understand what it wants. Yet, instead of attacking, it stops. Considers him.

Then it steals one of the rubies from his cart and darts off.

Normally, Gaeric would let the beast steal the one item. It's not worth running into a hungry Mimiri and becoming one of it's lost for a single gemstone.

But the gemstone it stole is important. They need as many rubies as they can get for heat spell components to survive the winter. Especially since findings were scarcer this year with everything that happened, including the storm of problems caused by the rift's droppings.

"Hey! Get back here with that!"

Gaeric keeps up with the beast easily. For it stops whenever he gets too far behind, and it's form crackles with lightning. Making it easier to see in the ever-present fog.

The lightning-Eel drops to the ground and skitters forwards. Leaving the ruby behind. Uncaring. As it calls out and is met by a different call. For a second, he thinks it a trap. Then a voice, loud, but weak, and slightly clumsy in it's words, calls out.

"Eel...ek...tross....?"

And Gaeric takes a few steps forwards. Past the large tree he stopped his sled by. This is when he sees a hand- a humanoid hand- reaching out to the lightning-eel to pet it. Earning a calm, but worried, blurble. Sounding not too dissimilar from the word the man said, actually.

The lightning-eel then makes another call. And coming closer, Gaeric can see a black cloaked man bleeding out in the snow. Another beast looming over him. This one has axes on either side of it's face, and armour plating all down it's spine. But Gaeric can tell it's even less suited to the cold than it's companion. As it shivers where it stands. Half over the man. He must be- have been?- a ranger. And these would be his beasts.

Which explains the way they beckon him over, desperate for help. Any help. And knew to go to a humanoid for it. Gaeric feels sick when he sees the familiar too-sharp arrows in and on the ground around them. Knowing just what they mean.

That evening, Warden Gaeric returns to the settlement with two beasts at his side, and one on Mimiri's lost in his sled. And everyone old enough understands what that means.

Everyone who isn't old enough, quickly understands just how bad it is. To have your memories eaten. Especially when the newly-named Nobori proves to have a limited grasp of any of the important survival skills. Or who he is at all, really. And neither he, nor his beasts, have any clue where they might have come from.

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Back in Unova, a train pulls into Gear Station empty of it's conductor. The only trace a singular pokeball resting atop the healing station in the last car before the engine. And a man in white despairs at the mysterious loss of his brother and Pokemon. Gone in a way impossible to understand. Not even Durant, left behind in the car, understands what happened.

#writing #pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #D&D #Ingo #Haxorus #Eelektross #Mimiri #Amnesia/Memory Loss #Freezing #Blood #Injury #Not heavily described #but it very much happens #isekai #eeby deebied to D&D au #long post

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buzzingroyalty · 8 months

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timeline in which aziraphale is in fact tasked with raising a new baby jesus in an orphanage run entirely by angels so there are no shenanigans nor interferences but the supreme archangel insists they hire at least one human who actually knows how to raise human children. a "human" eventually shows up. Jesus 2 is named Lucy <3

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #aziraphale #crowley #fem crowley #fem aziraphale #first interaction heavily inspired by that post describing aziraphale showing up at crowleys door looking like hed just run a marathon w/ b #i dont think this is actually how the second coming is gonna work but its too late lucy is already bouncing around in my head #good omens got me acting unwise and thinking abt co parenting old woman yuri bible fanfic #melisongart #i dont love how this looks i still gotta figure out how to draw them #but take it

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swirlmup · 3 months

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Pages 1 and 2 out of 7!

Will link future pages here as a master post as I complete them in the future.

Had my own thoughts on the whole Astarion + The Last Unicorn thing, and ended up drawing a whole comic about it. So yeah, hope you guys enjoy and stay tuned!

The Unicorn

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#art #fanart #comic #fancomic #bg3 #astarion #the last unicorn #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #designing the unicorn was fun #it's based heavily on how it's described in the book #but i took some liberties here and there in terms of palette and other small details #when you think about it the way it's described unicorns are kind of nightmare horses lol #and if you think it looks normal now #wait.#imaginary landscaping is my passion

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bumblingbabooshka · 1 month

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[Tuvok & Janeway: Control, Distance, Duty & Connection.] Sources: St Voyager Transcripts / Mitski 'First Love Late Spring' / Disco Elysium

#web weaving #star trek web weaving #st voyager #Kathryn Janeway #Tuvok #be the change you want to see in the world - make a long post about Tuvok & Janeway's similarities <- angel on my shoulder #I feel like a lot of people see them as 'opposites attract' sort of friends where Janeway is unhinged & Tuvok reigns her in #but in reality I think that while there is that element in there (exacerbated HEAVILY by their delta quad circumstances)#what I see most in their relationship is how they both value loyalty and duty above all and are extremely rigid with themselves #and the people around them. How they both have to maintain distance from others bc of their positions as captain & vulcan #I hate when people dismiss Tuvok as not being remotely interested in Maryana or Noss - it erases an interesting struggle that he and Janewa #both share - their desire to stay loyal to their spouses vs the 70 years of loneliness that that loyalty demands of them #But they BOTH triumph and they BOTH remain loyal (Tuvok until he returns to T'Pel and Janeway until Mark informs her that it's over)#and for both of them it's a little bit insane for them to do that.#Isn't it more interesting that Janeway and Tuvok both have feelings for people other than their spouses but don't give in #to that temptation?#They're both people who live very fastidiously by codes. Either written codes or moral codes - they very rarely if ever do things because #it's what THEY want to do. I'd say they're the least emotion-driven members of the crew and yes I'm including Seven because Seven #has a very...how to describe? It's a blunt and insular selfishness. She does what SHE wants to do and doesn't really care about others.#To me that's emotion-driven. Or...personal desire-driven? Not a bad thing at all but very different from Janeway & Tuvok who #are always more 'this is logical' or 'this is for the crew' rarely do they think 'this is what I want' bc they can't afford to #for different reasons (captain & vulcan)#they both also are in the most 'caretaking' positions on the ship from my POV. Security and Captain - both are directly in charge of #ship and crew safety.#Janeway & Tuvok #star trek voyager #st voy #when I say caretaking I'm NOT saying they're everyone's mom and dad or whatever - I'm saying they're in positions where they always #have to think about the greater good and the crew as a whole and how much danger is acceptable etc etc.#Janeway is always killing herself for the crew but Tuvok is right there beside her

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bonefall · 2 months

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.. opinions on wind runner? i feel like im one of the only ones that genuinely hates her sometimes

If you feel like the only one who genuinely hates her, I think you need to look around more. Wind Runner is a very widely disliked character, because she's often used within the story as a small antagonist who "threatens" the authority of Tall Shadow. Gray Wing dislikes her. Thunder is openly cat-racist to her. She spends several books trying to break through the moor cats' xenophobia to join a group that came to HER LAND.

Then, when Moth Flight is old enough to be a relevant character in Forest Divided, Wind Runner is turned into Yet Another mean mom the very moment Moth displays ADHD. She's contrasted to her mate Gorse Fur, who is a Soft And Good Dad, and ultimately MASSIVELY punished with the harrowing events of Moth Flight's Vision (even though, for most of that book, she's completely right.)

Ask yourself why they're especially harsh on WIND RUNNER for being mean to her child, in the arc with Tom the Fucking Wifebeater and his redemption death, plus Thunder being forced to stop being mad at his abuser Clear Sky, please.

To me, Wind Runner is an intense, ambitious woman who's demonized for it in a way that men just aren't. She's subject to several misogynistic trends within WC, plus a huge helping of xenophobia that goes absolutely unexamined. If DOTC cared at all about women, it would have treated her with the nuance she deserves.

Wind Runner is treated with nearly endless suspicion by Gray Wing through books 1 - 3, while he's bending over backwards to suck Clear Sky's toes.

Her wanting to join the group that came TO HER HOME and being a bit pushy about it earns a stronger reaction from Gray Wing than Clear Sky murdering people.

She's pressured into changing her name "to fit in," and it's still not enough. She wanted to join the group so bad she changed her name, at the request of the Mountain Cats, for a chance of being better accepted

This came after she'd already saved Jagged Peak's life when a burrow collapsed on him. She's plenty trustworthy.

She keeps doing shit to try and prove herself to this group of assholes. Remember Bumble being dragged back to her domestic abuser? Gray Wing interprets this as a power struggle, when WIND RUNNER WAS NOT EVEN PART OF THE GROUP AT THE TIME.

From Wind Runner's POV, she did something that the Moor cats wanted done. It was fucking evil. It was committing violence against another member of the out-group the cats see her as.

But who actually has the power here? Tall Shadow does.

Gray Wing said it himself that she could have come up with some excuse for Bumble to stay, and she didn't. In fact, any cat could have spoken up. No one did.

and still. STILL. Wind Runner gets nothing. Her reward is Gray Wing surmising that actually, her doing their sick dirtywork was a political move.

It's more consistent as a motivation with how Wind Runner wants to join their group. The thing she's been doing.

She only actually gets to join the group after Thunder starts publicly hurling slurs at her for suggesting they need to be ready for Clear Sky to attack them. "What do you know about peace? Last time I was here you were NOTHING BUT A ROGUE WITH A ROGUE'S NAME"

Gray Wing even starts purring when she gives birth, because her ambition goes away briefly and she "stops bossing everyone around." this is treated like a sweet thing. god forbid women retain their personalities when they have kids

She loses her first premature child to a seizure and Gray Wing starts proselytizing his religion to her. "Maybe it's a good thing your weakest child died because Jesus has them now" I want to beat him with a hammer

When her second child gets sick, Clear Sky has a bright idea that involves killing it. I refer to this as his "reverse leper colony" suggestion. He only develops a sense of humanity towards the sick when his brother's pregnant wife is in danger. Wind Runner and her kitten barely seem to clock as people to him.

It's only after her SECOND baby succumbs to a horrible, painful death that she decides the moor cats are assholes, and she goes to start her own group. It's LONG overdue. I was extremely excited to see it.

Now. Listen.

I've been treated just like Moth Flight before. I've practically heard the scolding in Book 6 Chapter 3 verbatim. I'm not downplaying anything about Wind Runner being harsh to her; being yelled at like that never fixed the problem.

What I'm saying is that this is the SAME arc that summons the hollowed-out ghost of Storm to coo that Clear Sky "never drove anyone away" with his abusive behavior and gives Tom the Wifebeater a heroic redemption death.

So why is the scolding from Wind Runner treated as unambiguously harsh? What's the difference between her and them?

Why is it that outside of this little bubble of the community, you can get buried in a flood of people crying about how "Clear Sky made Summisteaks Butt he thought it was the right thing :((( He feels bad about shoving Thunder's face in a weeping, pus-filled wound and trying to kill him :((((" but Wind Runner is mean about Moth Flight not catching a rabbit and she should be skinned alive

Why is WIND RUNNER held responsible for the death of Clear Sky's child in Moth Flight's Vision, WHEN IT WAS COMPLETELY HIS OWN FAULT??

So, why should I hate her? Because she's mean to the idiot protagonists? Because she's Yet Another Bad Mom whose actions ARE treated as Bad in the story, in the arc famous for openly weeping whenever someone's mad at their abusive dad?? When she has this whole horrific, unexamined story about how incredibly bigoted The Settlers are towards her and the extremes she goes to in order to please them?

I'm glad she's mean, actually. She should have been even meaner. I think she should have a gun

#so anon I am very sorry #Uou are going to the Shadow Realm #I am the patron saint of every woman in wc #but especially the ones in dotc #because that arc does them so fucking dirty #Wind Runner can be as mean as she wants I support her #The Settlers deserve it actually #Wind Runner #Windstar #Warrior Cats Analysis #also again everything wind runner has ever done that was mean was done worse by clear sky #but clear gets off with a slap on the wrist. IF that.#while Wind Runner gets her leg sickeningly snapped on screen as several paragraphs detail her growing fever and horrible agony #before the magic of JesusClan heals her and bestows her lives upon her #Guys getting hurt in WC: ''owie''#Girls getting hurt in WC: (you can hear the writer breathing heavily through the 6 paragraphs of prose they use to describe her injury)#..........also. to put into perspective just how fucking bad the misogyny in this arc is;#there are only 4 female characters in Book 1 who survive to the end of Book 6. Besides some cameo cats who exist in the tribe #Wind Runner is one of them. The other three are Settlers.#I won't even say their names lol. Can you even remember who all three of the other ones are #warrior cats analysis

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nite-puff · 9 months

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The danganronpa writers really created a character who was the complete antithesis to hope’s peak and some major characters in later games only to pretty much play him for laughs and then kill him off early.

silly little man. representing the very thing the evil organization stood against and actively tried to prove wrong. and yet was still invited to be a part of their school. only to die. silly taka.

#excuse the amount of tags #i was looking at some sdr2 stuff #kamakura was described as ‘a genius among geniuses’ and nagito heavily criticized people who relied on effort #and wasn’t hope’s peak literally created to observe those #with natural talents???#I don’t think the writers knew they were gonna go in a god-given talent vs practice and effort thing in later installments #becuase if taka was a more prominent character in those installments. he literally THE GUY representing the hard work and effort argument #*he’s #AND THE FACT THAT HE WAS STILL CONSIDERED AN ULTIMATE DESPITE THAT #imagine a Taka who was introduced later down the line #I’m getting flashbacks to my ‘Taka was only invited to hope’s peak because of his grandfather’ theory #danganronpa #kiyotaka ishimaru #im once again trying to convince myself that taka could’ve played a bigger role in the grand scheme of the danganronpa franchise #ramblepuff

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kulapti · 1 year

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A penny for your thoughts... pencil & krita, Dec 2022 &Jan 2023.

#the sandman #matthew the raven #jessamy the raven #my art #artists on tumblr #jessamy and matthew friendship agenda #glad so many of you agreed Matthew is in fact a Dorito #ravens: so graceful. so imposing. also whatever that shape is #here there be fandom #top sketches were interesting wing practice bc I used heavily backlit ref images. Photographers Show Me Raven Underwing Coverts challenge #described #id in alt text

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somewhereincairparavel · 1 month

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Just posting this for the ppl who LOVE to push the FANON narrative that Jason and Percy aren't close friends as CANON. Grover is listed as Percy's main best friend (along with Annabeth ofc but she remains in the girlfriend category) and Jason comes literally SECOND in the Official Riordan wiki fanpage, and he's even labelled as "one of percy's best friends" not just "friend" or "close friend" like the others.

I don't get why people deny this SO bad like- pls let the almost nonexistent rivalry they both had (which is mostly between Jason and Percy fans) stay fanon.

"Jason and Percy are just co workers, barely even friends" Yup. Sure. I was so mislead by this narrative before I picked up HOO and was pleasantly surprised by how genuine percy and jason's friendship was in the books.. I half expected them both to ignore eachother or something throughout the scenes with how much the fandom exaggerated their rivalry/coldness with eachother.

Fanon is awesome. But it's not when you push it as canon. Let them be two seperate things please.

#Also with the whole “Leo and Percy are much closer than Jason and Percy” narrative is pretty popular aswell simply bc they're both goofy.#Leo and Percy are GOOD friends but claiming that they were closer than Jason/Percy is just wishful thinking at best imo.#Leo had resented percy up until boo (which is neither of their faults. Mind you)#They made up. But it wasn't enough for them to become like best buddy buddies. Leo went missing before that.#So they didn't have the opportunity to bond as well.#And that's OKAY. We always have fanon to enjoy.#I just wish people stop mixing fanon and canon together and claim it as fully canon.#It could be a tad misleading. And ppl would be disappointed that the same fanon isnt incorporated into the books.#I was subjected to so much fanon influence before I picked up hoo. The leo/percy 'best friend' agenda was one of them.#the best friend agenda in the books was not matching the same energy as it did when pjo fans described it. So It was heavily underwhelming.#I honestly hope these tags don't offend anyone (esp Leo/Percy best friend enthusiasts)#Im merely pointing out what I observed from the books vs the fandom's exaggeration #but they were not as cln #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackson #pjo hoo #jason grace #pjo series #annabeth chase #pjo hoo toa #leo valdez #piper mclean #frank zhang #hazel levesque #nico di angelo

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piosplayhouse · 11 months

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Thinking about it considering both binghe and liu qingge (shen yuan's most canonically ideal men) are described as feminine in text, you could for sure make the case that fem yuan has a Hugeee thing for butch girls that she just does not examine ever

#shen yuan goes through her life leaving a constant trail of utterly heartbroken butches she was in a situationship with without knowing #sorry scum villain got me thinking of gender presentation and queerness again.. because i do like it #even though people usually draw binghe as pretty stereotypically 'masculine' in eng fandom id say it is interesting to note in the book #how he is explicitly somewhat androgynous. as airplane says in his extra #and likewise lqgs femininity is pretty heavily commented on #i think the only character who's really described as undeniably masculine is mbj. because sqh is a certified gay ass man 5 on the kinsey #or whatnot.#anyway gender presentation and performance and adherence and queering everything up in a world that loves you!!!!#things to think about #svsss #sqq #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #genderbend tw #tw genderbend

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readbyred · 27 days

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Hi :)

Heard you were accepting dps requests so what about a charlie fic

I feel like charlie is the type of person to flirt with everyone and ask anyone he finds attractive out except when it comes to the person he actually has feelings for so what about charlie x reader where reader has been waiting since before they graduated for him to ask her out and as soon as she decides to move on charlie gets all sad and jealous and confesses and yknow how it goes

Would love to see this in a fic ♡

Not a fic blog (maybe someday), but I can give you a headcanon (so, shorter and no dialogue) though… I did get a bit inspired, so its longer than my usual writing

I think as a teen he was the sort of person to try and prove he’s popular with people. It would feel bad to lump you in with that. Like, he actually liked you, so it's different. Not that he has no respect for people he flirts with, but he knows it isn't anything serious. He was just a teen guy trying to impress his friends and get the experience he was prevented from getting (with his strict school and all). Especially with his position in the friend group and all.

Still, he hoped to have something serious with you one day. One day when he gets the courage, when he feels like it will work out and he won't jeopardize the whole friend group because of his crush.

But that day didn't come when he was at Welton. Then he had other things to worry about, considering his departure from the school. It was a hard time for everybody. But no matter the odds the poets kept in touch, as much as they could. And that included you.

Only, as years passed you started losing hope. I mean, if he wanted to he would, right? It felt so helplessly pathetic to be waiting for Charlie when it seemed that he had never and will never return your feelings.

When you were younger, it felt like the end of the world. Like you were destined to be alone. Oh, how many nights you’ve spent with Knox, wallowing in self-pity after Chris left him. Just sitting there with your buddy, talking about how you should go to a monastery. Not out of a spiritual need, but because there would be no one ever to love you. Guess you were a bit dramatic back then. It took Pitts many tries to smack some sense into you but you matured eventually.

When college approached, you were ready to meet new people. Although you weren't in the same school together anymore, you made a promise with the poets to keep seeing each other regularly.

Meanwhile, you met Mark. A true romantic soul with quite a witty humour. And Jack who would always treat you so sweetly and had the same interests as you. And Adam who walked you to the dorms every day. And Matt who had so much passion for life. You opened yourself up to people. Started meeting up with others.

Suddenly, you’d bring up your dates every meeting. Not to rub it in, just to recall funny moments. Like when a rainstorm caught you and Jack in the middle of a walk and you raced to the dorms. Or how you and Adam got lost in the park at night because neither of you lived in that city before. Knox would encourage you to spill every detail.

Surprisingly, the more you talked about your love life, the less you heard Charlie talk about his. By winter break you haven't heard him talk about any girl in weeks. At first you didn't notice. Then you figured that maybe he just fell for someone who wasn't as easy to charm so he didn't have anything to brag about yet.

The thought of him being so head over hills for this unnamed person made something inside you feel empty. You knew the feeling well from high school and you detested yourself for still having those sorts of thoughts and feelings. But you decided to let it all fizzle out.

You had better things to think about too. There was a ball coming around. Some fancy tradition at your university. Before you knew it, you had quite a few invitations. The sweetest one was from Jack.

He told you to close your eyes and open your palm. Then, he handed you a handcrafted note asking if you'd like to go with him. Later that day you found another one in your pocket (so that's why he told you to close your eyes) telling you he’s grateful to have you in his life. It was perfect. And officially approved by Knox Overstreet!

When you recounted the story, the guys were pretty happy for you. Before anyone could get a word in, Charlie suddenly asked if you were planning to go with Jack. Sincerely, you affirmed. Why not? He was the sweetest guy and you certainly were done moping around. I mean, you knew that Charlie wasn't going to change his mind so you could as well see if you end up liking someone else.

To your surprise, Charlie wasn't as ecstatic as the rest of the poets. He was rather skeptical and even a bit snarky. Commenting on the guy and just being so… weird about it. It angered you to no end because softly rejecting you is one thing. But trying to get in the way of you moving on? That didn't sit right with you. But your drama queen days were over, so you didn't walk off or anything. Just huffed and looked for a way to change the topic.

At the same time Charlie was thinking. Before college it was easy to reassure himself that he had all the time he wanted to make you his. And all the time he wanted to decide if he would do that at all. Everything was easier back when you didn't talk about any guys. Ever. Now he felt like he had to do something. Damn the risk of ruining the friend group. Damn the fear of rejection. And damn Knox for encouraging this mess.

The last thing you expected was for Charlie to get up suddenly. The poets all looked at him confused. When he stood up, his eyes met yours and he asked you to talk with him outside. Honest to Gods, you had no idea what that was about. But he was being dramatic (more so than usual) and something about the determination in his eyes told you to follow your friend outside. It was snowing and only buildings around you somewhat shielded you from the cold wind.

Charlie didn't waste time choosing words. For the first time when talking to a girl, he was completely raw. Just as it hit him, he blurted out his confession. No overplayed charm. No smirks and winks and cheap tricks. Just him. Charlie Dalton telling you that he likes you. That he had liked you for some time. That you should just, please, think about it.

As the last word fell from his mouth, a heavy silence fell between you. Silence colder than the wind and the snow. But Charlie stood there, undeterred, waiting to see the answer in your eyes. Even at his most frantic, he was confident. He understood that he did what he did, what it meant, and that he grasped this last chance by a miracle. There was no turning back now.

Your response first came muffled, as if the falling snowflakes were absorbing your voice. But finally, you confessed. Not without telling him, how long he made you wait. And how stupid he was acting, if he really just ignored his feelings for this long.

Your talk was tender, full of relief. But, as it happens with Charlie, as soon as the talk of real feelings was out of the way, he dragged you back inside, to announce your happy ending.

You couldn't believe he wanted to brag to your friends at a moment like this. But you just stood there, watching him with a smile. Some things never changed. Charlie certainly didn't. And you wouldn't have it any other way

#fun fact none of those ppl are made up #I just described a few guys from school that I've been talking to #same with the note situation lol #what makes it funnier is that I am in fact going with Jack and he heavily relates to Knox #so while I gave you the watered down version you can imagine the pizazz this guy had when inviting me #that's why I had to add the Knox approved part #they are literalky the same person #dps x reader #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #dead poets society x reader #x reader

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