#achievement unlocked verse

[gazelessmenagerie]

*kicks the baby to the sphere*

The blow hit its target squarely and launched him far into the sky, unable to stop his own inertia as the world spun around him and limbs flailed to try and stabilize his freefall. Winds howled past his ears, the apex of his trajectory quickly being met before the descent pulled his small form back to the ground below. Instinct snapped once eyes caught sight of how fast the planet’s crust rushed to meet him; the will to survive driving forth immeasurable power surrounding him as pupils constricted and his much smaller fangs displayed with a snarl.

Basic ability forged protection with a shield surrounding, cushioning the heavy impact as a trail of upheaved terrain was left in the wake of the youth’s crash. Only when he was at a complete stop did the energy dissipate and leave him rubbing at welling eyes, trying to ignore the aches of where he was kicked. Clambering out of the large divot, there wasn’t much else to do than find a spot to rest away from any further harmful interactions as he could.

#Anonymous #|| Tag: Answered #|| Tag: Gazing over the Abyss of Stars { Broly } #|| Verse: For One so Small you seem so Strong #( BAHFLSDG achievement unlocked: kicked a baby. ) #( im gonna assume that was meant to be /atmosphere/ but correct me if im wrong. )

[melpcmene]

kaen throws themself into vash's arms and gives him a kiss. and another kiss. and another one. and another one. and an--

Oh my god. It's the foretold kiss attack!

A yelp came forth, not expecting this as it came out from the blue. He managed to catch Kaen, afraid that they'll slip and suddenly Vash was pretty much bombarded with kisses. "I── Oh." All those kisses turned Vash into a blushing mess; unintelligible noises slipping out, anything that came out was all gibberish. He was so overwhelmed with all these kisses. Cheeks burning red. So hot that it might be possible for smoke to rise from the top of his head.

#strywoven #[ ANS ] ── * VASH ( 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 ) #[ VERSE ] ── * MAIN ( 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 ) #( achievement unlocked! YOU MADE THE PLANT A BLUSHING MESS DKFDKFD )

[emilyhopebunny]

You know, at this point I think I can say that I have completed a draft of the interlude!

#codename canticum antiquum #achievement unlocked #i even have a pretty good outline for verse 2 #though fleshing that out will be its own challenge

[visionkept]

" what's your name ? " the prince gently offers his hand to the STRANGER on the floor . his guards surround them & although Kaeya is YOUNG, he is still a PRINCE . still in charge ; body moves to stand in the way of them , kaeya's entire demeanour screams: ' do not touch them. do not harm them. '

hand under chin, Kaeya contemplates the person in front of him . they will do. they will be my companion .

" come . you'll be with me. i'll take care of you and i will see to it that no harm comes to you . ah,

my name is kaeya. prince kaeya, if you must . but just kaeya will do . " // KADMWLSLQLA

THEY SHOULD BE DEAD BY NOW. They got nowhere else to go, no one to get back to and NOTHING to live for. At that point they would be more of a WALKING CORPSE than anything else, grasping on the few strains of light that their dark and miserable life held. Barely making it up to another day, another week and another year. But that will change today, RIGHT ?

Sold at a young age by their father as an undesirable mutt. The bastard child of a noble in inazuma as the product of an affair with his maid. Since day one their life has been nothing more than a BURDEN to those around them, USELESS to the eyes of their progenitor. Their mother couldn't stop him from giving away her child and as consequence, Tomo had it rough from the beginning. Taken to the main lands of Teyvat, far away from home to become the servant of those who have bought them for a generous amount.

But Tomoya has never been one to stay still. As soon as they had gotten a chance, they had ran as far away as possible. Taking dangerous routes and traveled distant regions they couldn't recall. With nothing to their name except a single pocket knife they had managed to find in an abandoned bundle. It's all they got and all they'll ever call 'theirs'.

They've come this far, SURVIVED for a year or two this way. Stealing, lying and bleeding along the way. They don't know the names of the nations they have been in . . Inazuma ( their place of birth ), Liyue, Sumeru, Mondstadt and now . . . KHAENRI'AH. . .

There's three CRIMES they committed in the fallen land. The first, STEALING. A couple of apples and carrots had been taken from a caravan in a desperate measure to eat something, anything. Second, fighting back the knights that had tried to arrest them. Kicking, punching, screaming and so much more. Third, attempting to MURDER someone. It had been an accident, the knife they used to protect themselves had almost taken down one of the official knights by mere chance and for that, others decided that Tomoya deserved TO DIE.

Dragged by their blond mane to the plaza for the public execution. Even then they tried to break loose though the grip was too tight and if they had managed to do so, another guard would have taken them back. It's a DEAD END, that's it. Their story ends here.

'I don't want to die', they think to themselves, 'I don't want to die! NOT HERE, NOT THIS WAY!'

It's not over yet.

HE, out of all the GODS and celestial beings in the sky, has given them another chance. Guards kneel down, a reverence for the PRINCE of these lands. Everyone shuts and listens to his words, as if he was the SUN that guided this GALAXY, as if no one could shine as bright as him.

Tomo doesn't look up, not until the other speaks at them. There's no rejection in his voice and instead of a glare they are met with a soft gaze. They are being treated as a HUMAN BEING. . . How odd, it's the first time that has ever happened to them.

Why isn't he mad ? Why isn't he roaring like a lion ready to kill the mouse that had invaded his territory ? Both are nearly the same age, perhaps a year or two of difference at most. In another time and era, they could be equals. But right now, the prince stood in front of a commoner, an alleged "CRIMINAL" by those guards that urged the noble to stand back for his own safety. Treated as an ANIMAL, a savage when they are just a kid wanting to live for another day.

❝  Tomo. . . ya. . . TOMOYA. ❞ No one knows their name and barely they know it themselves. No last name accompanies it though, as well as no star is found on those VIOLET hues of theirs.

With nothing to lose they stand by his side. Eyes are set on the two, JUDGING and not letting go. They don't know what to say besides nodding, a bit confused still on this LANGUAGE they haven't mastered fully.

Honestly, they don't get it. Tomoya takes his hand, in their face there's confusion, wondering why was he being nice to them. What was so SPECIAL about them that was WORTH SAVING ? No idea. Nevertheless, KAEYA has to be the FIRST AND ONLY person to ever held a hand out for them and for that, TOMO WILL TRUST HIM.

#geleum #︾╼╼ █ █ ║˚ ▹ ASK.▕🗲 #AU VERSE TAG ft. geleum TBA. #HOWLING RN. as u can see i LOVE THIS AU sM ALREADY #kaeya pointing @ the sad blond puppy in the corner: I WANT THAT ONE #toto took his hand and kae got an xbox notification with the unlocked achievement 'I WILL NOW DIE FOR U'

[achivement-unlocked]

achievement for officially being part of the GimmickVerse. I joined the threatsverse and now I know so many gimmicks...

Achievement unlocked!

Gimmick, into the gimmick-verse

Stare into the abyss and it stares back.

#asks #anon

[vampyrsm]

'ribbons.' (2.8k)

(warnings): angst with comfort (at the end), bnha manga spoilers, blood mention, torture mention (nothing too graphic i think), kidnapping, descriptions of physical violence and abuse, the reader is naked at one point but nothing is really explained, female reader, princess is used once.

To say he loved you felt like an insult. To say he hated you was a lie. To say he didn't care for you was something he could never let grace his tongue. He was a complicated man, you knew that the second you let him into your life and yet it didn't deter you or make you uncomfortable when he told you of all the awful things he had done.

You didn't cower away when he told you about the story behind the scars, or about the boy behind the mask the world perceived as 'Dabi'. To you, he was Touya Todoroki. A lost boy who was yearning for acceptance, for love, for just a slither of attention. He had grown so tired of his grief, of the hatred that brewed in his body. And so when you opened your arms to him for the first time, invited him into a warm home and gave him home-cooked food, he knew then. He knew he loved you. But he'd never admit it, but you knew that too. You knew it wasn't something Dabi would or could ever say, so you never made it a thing.

You expressed love in other ways, be it with kisses when he came home after days away or when you sat with him in your bathroom on the cold white tiled floor as he bled from dislodged staples, and you cleaned them for him, not even asking a question.

He loved how you looked when he'd come home earlier, to see you stood in the kitchen with a small apron tied around your waist with some music playing in the background and as you whisked around the kitchen, a smile gracing your face and not a care in the world. He loved the way you'd react to him when he'd come behind you when he caught you in those moments, sliding his hands over your hips and waist and his chin hooking over your shoulder. You always naturally leaned your head into him, embracing the scorching heat that threatened to explode just beneath damaged skin and feeling the drag of cool staples against your near-perfect skin. You were everything Dabi wasn't, and that's what made you so dangerously addicting.

You were good, you were so full of life and beauty - nothing he could ever achieve. But with you, he felt like he could bathe in the sun that was you, you indulged his need to feel loved and you made him feel happy beyond belief.

So when he came home one day, his keys jingling in one hand as he unlocked the door to your apartment that quickly became his apartment too. His body froze, it was only 7:30pm and all the lights were off in the apartment. The air just didn't sit right with Dabi, he was too well versed of a villain and hardened criminal to know what this feeling in the air was. He was only gone for 2 days, one of his shortest trips as of late.

He slipped further into the house hesitantly, the door clicking closed behind him. He didn't bother with the lights, didn't want to give anyone the benefit of seeing him before he saw them. He walked closer to the kitchen, hoping you were in here lighting some candles because the electricity went out but when he passed the archway that led to the kitchen, it made his heart sting. There was a pot on the stove, food clearly abandoned. You must've clicked the stove off at some point or there wouldn't be an apartment left, his eyes trailed through the kitchen further. No sign of a struggle, that gave him a little reassurance.

That was until he stepped away from the kitchen doorway and stared down the hallway that seemed miles longer than it used to be, at the end was your shared bedroom - door closed. Why did that door scare him so much? Had he grown weak to the point where something as stupid as a door frightened him? No, it wasn't the door that scared him. It was the million and one scenarios flying through his head as to what could possibly be on the other side of that door. It scared him to think about you.

But still, his boots moved slowly along the wooden floor, careful to not step in the creaking spots he complained about every morning when they were 'too loud'. He felt the tingle of fire beneath his fire tips, ready to explode and scorch anyone who may be laying beyond this door, the door in front of him slowly pushed open thanks to his unheated hand and it felt like something out of one of the horror movies you had made him watch.

The room was tipped upside down, blankets thrown around, ripped and shredded to pieces like a feral animal had been let loose. The door squeaked as it finally reached the wall, but Dabi couldn't find it within himself to actually step inside. His stomach was twisting uncomfortably, threatening to make him throw up anything that he may have ate earlier. A careful hand slowly flicked the bedroom light on and Dabi wished he didn't.

His knees suddenly felt weak beneath him, as if gravity had become ten times heavier and was dragging him down to the floor. He stared, wide-eyed, at the blood that was soaking through the sheets, splattered up along the walls and even dripping from the ceiling. It looked like a massacre in here, and Dabi wasn't here to save you from it. His hands clutched the door frame, the sizzling sound of pure heat meeting glossy paint coated wood filling the eerie silence of your apartment as he stared down the clear outline of where your body was on the bed, someone took you from him and he wasn't going to just sit back and allow it.

Dabi was frantic for days on end, not getting a wink of sleep as he tried his hardest to explain to the league about you, about everything. They knew of your existence but not to the extent that Dabi did and it became abundantly clear to them that you mattered to the cremate villain. And so he scoured the city for you, ripping apart lowlife clubs and bars if he caught even a whiff of where you may be.

He tried to find it in his head who he could've possibly pissed off and let live, no-one was coming to mind. He wasn't a sloppy killer, he may be lazy but he never left a loose end, he always killed those he saw as a threat. But still, he searched and searched, the nights and days starting to bleed together to the point where Dabi couldn't even recollect what date it was, he doesn't know when the last time he ate something was because he felt guilty. Guilty because you were out there somewhere, dead or alive. And if you were alive, he knew you were being tortured, abused and hurt that even the thought of it made Dabi visibly angry.

He shouldn't have done this to you, he shouldn't have been selfish with you and backed off, you could be alive and well living with someone who wasn't one of the biggest villains in Japan but yet he stayed, he stayed and was selfish about it when he lapped up your praise, let you hold him in the nights when the nightmares just became a little too much.

He was angry with himself, angry with the world, angry with how no-one in your life had made a conscious effort to look for you, no-one other than him and so he swore to you, even if you couldn't hear, he swore that he will find whoever did this to you. And they will burn to the ground, they will suffer greatly for whatever had happened to you.

Nights continued to grow longer and longer, cold air biting at his skin and he took comfort in knowing he hadn't found your dead body yet but it also reminded him of the bitter truth of torture. He worried about what would happen if they got bored of you, it was growing cold now and was due to snow any day now - they could throw you out into the cold and you'd die within a matter of hours, especially if you were malnourished and broken.

His hands curled into fists, smoke rising from the small gaps between his fingers as he tried to control his anger. But nothing was working, not until he felt a soft bzzt in his pants pocket. He uncurled a fist and fished out the phone carefully, and his stomach just hurt even more than usual. The letters on his screen didn't feel real, nothing felt real.

'Your little plaything is quite fun.' and attached was an image, one Dabi had seen a million times before. A hostage, tied and gagged, eyes blackened from relentless punches but he had never anticipated the day that it would be you. You were held in his hand, through a tiny screen. He wasn't sure if you had been crying because your face was so swollen, so beat beyond recognition but he would know those eyes anywhere. They were the eyes he stared at for hours on end when you both laid in bed, when you traced gentle fingers along his scars. You looked so scared, so fearful of death.

And it angered him how you were positioned, hands bound behind your back and naked, he wasn't sure whos hand was wrapped up in your beautiful hair but he promised himself that he'd make a show of cutting it off.

With shaky but fast fingers, Dabi opened up this unwanted conversation. Demanding for her back, but they obviously wanted something in return - it's always money, always. And so Dabi promised money in exchange for you, alive, he made sure that detail was very clear. He was surprised when they replied quickly with a 'yes', they accepted his offer and even sent him an address.

Of course Dabi isn't so stupid to go here alone, he sent a text to the rest of the league with the address details before he made his way there. It was further out from the city, into the countryside where it was much colder and it was snowing. The snow flurried down from the sky, coating the world in a delicate blanket of white as Dabi sat at the wheel of his car, fingers anxiously tapping against the leather and music loud to drown out the intrusive thoughts.

Dabi may always have a blank face, no emotions but inside was a storm raging. Fire burning so hot that it was threatening to melt the inside of the car as he grew closer and closer to the disclosed location. And as he turned the wheel, letting his car venture off road and down an old dirt road that was covered in snow, a house in the distance slowly stared to come into view and he could see the door slowly open to reveal men, none of them recognisable to the fire user but he was more concerned about the lack of you.

The door slammed shut behind him, the snow crunching beneath his heavy combat boots as he grew closer and closer towards the people. He stopped just a few feet in front of his car, it would be foolish to walk up to them and be within arms reach. He swallowed thickly, burying his hands into his pockets and put on his best game face that he could muster but deep down he was freaking out, his heart in overdrive because you weren't here - why? 

"Where is she?" he demanded, voice smooth and almost uncaring. One of the larger men stepped forward, demanding the money in exchange for you and Dabi couldn't fault that. So he shrugged off the large duffle bag from his shoulder and threw it forward, the sound of it crumpling against the ground was enough to indicate there was something inside of it.

A man took a few steps forward, hesitant as he reached for the bag and unzipped it partially to peer inside before nodding to another person. And then the doors swung open, and his heart stopped. His heart actually stopped. He watched as your bare feet struggled against the snow, slipping as another man forced you forward and you yelped when he planted his foot against your back and kicked you forward. You stumbled past the men, tripping over the white sheet they had given you and you landed harshly down onto your knees in the snow.

Dabi felt sick when he caught sight of your back, he had seen his fair share of blood and body horror but he had never expected to see it with you. Your back had so many cuts all over, fresh, old. He could see muscle, skin burned away in some places and others were lashings from a belt. Your hair sprawled out in the white snow as you remained against the cold surface, it just felt so taxing to lift your body and get closer to your comfort.

Dabi blinked slow, eyes drifting upwards from your shivering form and to the men that were starting to turn back around to face the house. You slowly tilted your head up, hair acting as a curtain for your face from the snow as you looked up at Dabi, he looked furious as he spread his arms wide.

And in a rush of air, and the sound of snow crunching quickly as if someone was running the league burst through portals opened by Kurogiri, ambushing the retreating men from both sides as they tried to defend themselves. You managed to twist slightly, your back screaming out in pain as you twisted the open wounds that were growing numb from the snow. Your eyes were wide even with the swollen skin trying to force your eyes closed.

Shigaraki dashed past a man, a hand outstretched and you watched as he collided it with said mans face, slamming him down to the floor but he became a pile of dust before he even reached there. Then came the heat, a wave so powerful it felt like your skin was melting, you turned back around to look at Dabi as his arms were set alight, fire creeping up along his jacket and smoking from parts of his face.

He didn't hold back, not at all and you could see the anger on his face. Dabi was good at keeping his face neutral, hiding his true emotions and so to see him look so pissed off, it was new. The waves of fire continued and melted any of the snow away from your body until you heard the soft thud of someone kneeling infront of you. You tilted your head back up, eyes droopy with exhaustion as you stared up at those ocean eyes you could get lost in forever. 

"I'm here now princess, you're safe." he whispered, his eyes were glassy but you knew he wouldn't cry, he couldn't - not after the accident.

So he let his fingers stroke along your face, cradling you for a second before he glanced down at your back. He shrugged off his leather jacket, careful to not tug at any of his scars before he laid it over your body, he watched at how your entire body flinched at the sudden intrusion of heat but quickly melted into it and so he readjusted his stance, tucking careful hands around your body so one arm was beneath your knees and the other at the top of your back by your shoulders, careful to not hurt you anymore.

As he carried you to the car, he glanced down at your balled up hands against your chest and saw the small peek of red. It made his heart ache even more, and he had to stuff down the sob that threatened to jump out of his throat. It was a ribbon, a beautiful red one that he got for you one birthday. He used it originally for wrapping but you told him that it would look beautiful in your hair as a makeshift hair tie and he always seen you in it after that whenever you were working in the kitchen or cleaning up - a little piece of him, you said. And you were holding it so tightly, even if it hurt to tense your arm up and curl your hand into a tiny fist, you were so desperate to cling onto this little memory that Dabi wouldn't have thought twice about, you held faith - knew he was going to come eventually.

And he relished in the way you snuggled closer to his chest, hiding your bruised face from the world and hid beneath the leather jacket that had seen so much death and destruction, but tonight it had a much different role - it was your protector. 

↳ [masterlist]

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[lacunafiction]

Hey so uhhhh. I'm using SAM to check the achievements on Steam (already got 77 out of 89 😏 And no, not through cheating) and SPOILER (??) there's this achievement called "Why Does My Heart Keep On Beating?" so like, uh. Can you please give me like a hint or something I'm begging you 😭 It doesn't have to be much, just something 😔

Hi Anon,

You're an incredible achievement hunter to be so close! 🏆

Okay, so the 'Why Does My Heart Keep On Beating?' achievement would be close to a platinum type of trophy for TFS, if I was going to make a comparison to Playstation trophies, iirc. From using SAM, you were probably intrigued by the text that goes with this one. It's meant to be innately creepy, but ooh I hope you get the scene too!

This one is intentionally hard to get because it unlocks a rare scene in Chapter 13 that actually changes how something typically plays out. 👀 It sounds like you are naturally on your way to discovering it! I can give a tiny hint, which is to keep collecting the song verses! 🎶

Each romance route relates to a special verse that has implications.

I believe by now that some of you might have heard just what happens in the car with B and the MC after collecting them all…

#asks #fernweh saga #tfs spoilers #fernweh saga spoilers #tfs achievement hints #who do queue think you are?

[thyandrawrites]

this has been bothering me since you said it, that dabi holds onto the fact that he survived somehow after sekoto peak as it would have otherwise proved he was a failure in his mind, so i went to check when he's thinking back on that moment, he says to himself "if only i had given up that day" i think that thought and the other aren't contradictory, but shine a light on how this is actually hard for him. he may look and act thrilled, there's a part of him that does wish he had just died that day

Yep. Dabi is spectacularly good at lying to himself, and he lost his ability to cry on top of that. So it's all very easy to see his manic grins and how unstable he is and think he just revels in destroying stuff and making people suffer, but times and times again this reading has been proven to be very partial. It's the same reasoning that leads the heroes to think of Tomura as "a manchild who only lusts after destruction" and miss the fact that Tomura has been living with the guilt of killing his family for all these years. That his remorse is so strong it stunted his growth and impacted his worldview so much that he now simply doesn't believe in hope anymore—in the world having the ability to ever getting better.

Like, one repeated motif across both Dabi and Shigaraki's backstories is that they were both once hero hopefuls just like the protagonists, but they were beaten up so badly by adverse fate and bad faith alike that something inside them simply...broke. A part of them died when family rejected them, and this is clearly shown as a big factor in how they currently have no qualms against self-harm, and see little worth in their own lives.

Tomura accepts to receive surgeries that will torture him tremendously for 4 months, because suffering to him has become so normalized that he just sees it as a way of the world, just something ordinary and necessary in order to unlock a power up. He willingly goes along with AFO's suggestion to retraumatize himself by wearing the hands of his victims every day, even if it keeps the pain fresh and makes him feel like vomiting. This is his normal.

And then there's Dabi, who normalizes self-harming to the point where he's fine burning his body a little more every day for 7 years if it means having a shot at beating his father. After Sekoto, he acts like he's living on borrowed time, working under the assumption that he's just postponing his inevitable demise, but he's fully aware that he will die crowning that revenge. He simply doesn't see an alternative, and like Tomura he accepts to undergo a slow physical worsening of his health to achieve a personal goal.

In other words, both of them are self-destructive as a result of having lost the childlike innocence. They embrace destruction not because they actually revel in it, but because life pushed them into a corner, and they eventually accepted the role of the scapegoat as a last ditch resort to gain some control over their narratives.

Their suffering is something that they just internalized as an inevitability. They don't destroy because they don't feel anything, but rather because they feel too much and are desperate for any kind of release. They were conditioned to think they had no other alternative than to let out all that pent-up frustration in order to be heard. They are convinced that rage is the only way forward through the meaningless of life, since anger was what kept them going at their lowest point, as self-destructive as it was. But they are so well-versed in living with that constant anguish that they don't consider that a downside anymore, only a given

#ali replies #bnha #sorry for the ramble this just made me very emo #suicide cw #suicide mention

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Blurb #12

I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!

He was cut off, however, but the side door slamming open.

King Gabriel, in his robes, looking like death warmed over, stood in the doorway, with an unreadable look on his face.

“Darling!” Emilie stood and went to him. “Where have you been?”   

Gabriel didn’t answer, just looked over the assembly.

He ghosted passed his wife, going to Adrien’s crib.

Tikki and Plagg watched as the King picked up and held his son, with the most neutral and stone cold expression.

He gave a little hum. “I no longer have a need for an heir.” He declared. Then he laid Adrien back into his crib.

“My loyal subjects. It is with great pride that I tell you that I have unlocked the secret to immortality. And you all will help me achieve it. But first...” he turned back to the babe, scrutinizing it with hard eyes.

Plagg took a step forward, ready to jump in front if Gabriel were to do anything.

“This child has a blessing on it, from a Kwami. A blessing of protection, for a happy childhood.”

“Gabriel, what are you doing?” Asked Emilie, desperate. “Adrien is your son!”

“That’s not the King anymore!” Plagg shouted back. Being the Kwami of destruction meant that he was well versed in the dark arts as well, and he saw Gabriel for what he was.

A monster.

Gabriel raised his arms, his eyes directed to Adrien.

“This babe shall grow in safety and happiness, beloved by all who know him. But, before the sun sets on his sixteenth birthday, he’ll pick his finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel—“

“Please don’t!” Cried Emilie in one last plea.

“And die!”

“No!” The queen scooped Adrien up and held him to her chest.

“Why you—!” Plagg shrieked, ready to attack, but Tikki grabbed his cloak.

“We’ll fix this later Plagg. We need to go, now.”

Plagg understood that all to well, watching as Gabriel summoned a staff out of thin air as Emilie stared after in object horror.

With a growl and a crackle of lightning, Plagg returned to his energy state, and together they zipped out of the doors.

Right after them, the doors slammed shut, locking all the occupants inside.

The staff in Gabriel’s hand was black and gnarled, like roots of an ancient tree. It held a green crystal in its tendrils.

Plunging the end of the staff into the ground, he began his incantation in a forgotten language.

Terrified, Emilie held Adrien close to her, unable to run.

The spell unfurled across the marble flooring, and began to ensnare the trapped assembly. One by one each attendee succumbed to the curse, their bodies withering, twisting, and turning into grotesque beasts.

Emilie witnessed what this was doing to her husband, as the gray hair in his head returned to blond. His wrinkles smoothed, and he looked stronger, healthier.

Finally coming out of her shock, Emilie burst from the room, the side door that led back to her quarters.

But she was a new mother, her energy had not yet returned, and soon she found herself gasping for breath and her legs weak.

“No, no please...just a little further.”

#fanfiction #miraculous ladybug #ml #ladybug #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #70 for 70 celebration

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“you are a terror, aren’t you?” (in the briarwoods au/both-were-caught verse?) || @delightfalse

Percy hangs off of cassandra's window seal with one hand, stepping in. he's sure if he would have knocked, she may have answered. this was guaranteed though. besides - he didn't want any guards reporting his whereabouts to lord & lady briarwood. if they asked, he would have to answer but if they didn't know… well, it ensured the closest thing to privacy they could achieve.

his steps are too light, his demeanor too casual for someone who was still covered in the gore of their people. he sheds his filthy coat, draping it over one of her chairs. he cannot yet relieve himself of the blood under his fingernails or the sweet, metallic taste on his tongue… but it is a momentary relief. not that he betrays the sentiment, he's not sure he can afford to.

" yes, yes. i've heard it all before, " he masks with a thin layer of sarcasm, " of course, none of it would be possible without you. who knows what i'd do if they set me loose with nowhere to go? "

it could be a joke from the way he says it. maybe it's supposed to be in some wretched, petty way. it was her correspondence with the rebels that pointed him in the right direction.

it was cruel of him. he couldn't afford to care. ( if sylas commanded it he couldn't deny him. his 'gift' had ensured as much. ) every part of him that begged to look to her for comfort screamed at how dangerous that was. his sister was an informant, Afterall.

" does it bother you? " he raises a brow. part of him wants her to say no, that is just how things are now. the other part of him wishes that she remembered his humanity better than him, that somewhere in his sister's mind he was more than the terror she saw. he doesn't give her the chance to answer, more scared of her answer than he could admit. so he hides his fear with a half-baked threat, one his doesn't mean but hopes she believes, " well you can't let it. it'll kill you if it does… or maybe someone else would do it first. an unlocked window wouldn't stop them. "

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How Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem's Success May Unlock the Door to Riskier Animated Projects in Hollywood

Chris Miller and Guillermo del Toro Advocate for Artistic Freedom in Animation

In a world dominated by computer-animated blockbusters, director Chris Miller believes that the success of films like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem could lead Hollywood to embrace more unique and stylistically diverse animated projects. The industry has been historically cautious about deviating from conventional animation styles, fearing that American audiences might not respond positively. However, recent box office hits such as Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse and The Super Mario Bros. Movie have challenged this notion, signaling a growing interest in and potential for more diverse and unorthodox animated films.

Miller, who played a significant role in the success of Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse as a producer and co-writer, emphasizes the importance of taking creative risks in animation. In an X thread, he praised Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem for its claymation-inspired visuals and director Jeff Rowe, with whom he had previously collaborated on The Mitchells vs. the Machines. According to Miller, studios have been primarily driven by two factors: greed and fear. For a long time, they feared that audiences would be confused and unresponsive to animated films with unconventional styles. However, Miller argues that recent successes prove audiences crave new experiences and are eager to embrace unique artistic visions.

One of the standout examples of successful experimentation is Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse, which wowed audiences by presenting each of its multiverse dimensions with distinct animation styles. The film's triumph at the box office has been mirrored by other animated hits, including The Super Mario Bros. Movie adaptation, which grossed over half a billion dollars domestically and ranks among the highest-grossing animated films ever.

Guillermo del Toro, a highly respected director known for his visually striking and imaginative films, shares Miller's sentiment. At the 2023 Annecy International Animated Film Festival, del Toro emphasized the significance of embracing unique animated films and allowing artists and filmmakers to express themselves freely. He described animation as "the purest form of art" and urged the industry to liberate it from the confines of conventional thinking. Del Toro stated, "We have to rescue it. [And] I think that we can Trojan-horse a lot of good shit into the animation world."

The critical acclaim and positive reviews for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem further bolster the case for riskier animated projects. The film has received an impressive 96% score on Rotten Tomatoes at the time of this article's release, indicating that audiences and critics alike have embraced its bold approach.

Paramount Pictures, the studio behind Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem, has also acknowledged the film's triumph by confirming not only a theatrical sequel but also a Paramount+ TV spinoff. This move signals their confidence in the potential of more unconventional storytelling in the animation medium.

While the success of films like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem is encouraging, it's worth noting that challenges persist. The ongoing WGA and SAF-AFTRA strikes have affected the release date of Spider-Man: Beyond the Spider-Verse, the sequel to Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse, demonstrating that even amidst the progress, there are still hurdles to overcome.

As Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem prepares to hit theaters on August 2, the film's achievements and the support from influential figures like Chris Miller and Guillermo del Toro may serve as a catalyst for Hollywood to embrace more diverse, imaginative, and artistically daring animated projects. The future of animation appears brighter than ever, promising a wealth of new experiences for audiences and a celebration of artistic freedom for filmmakers and animators alike.

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