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yykins · 10 months

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camping? no way! | kim jiwoong

summary: to celebrate the university's 48th anniversary, you and all of the students went camping.

pairing: kim jiwoong x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warning: curse (sh*t)

note: the story is a little too fast, cuz my brain isn't working while making this anyways i hope y'all enjoy/like it!

First of all

I hate camping. yes. i do.

Especially when it's a school activity.. there's this BAD part of it where yk people doing some shit together at the tent while the teachers is away, not minding other people who is just there trying to sleep or relaxed. OR all of your classmates sitting together in a circle while the campfire is on the middle, and they be playing truth or dare omg ykyk doing some nasty shit eh, IHATETHATGAMESOMUCH!

Now for the GOOD part. The only good part on here is i'm with my best friend, we're just here to enjoy and most importantly appreciate the nature YES, we gonna appreciate it everyone cuz if we didn't we will be doomed.

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“ i hate this ” i mutter while building my own personal tent. I didn't actually agreed to be in here, my friend just keeps telling me to come with her and she said it will be so boring if i'm not in there, she has no one to talk to.

My friend scoff in response. “ c'mon this is your first time going on a camping, why don't you just enjoy the presence of the nature around you hm ” she said while smiling at me.

I just looked at her blankly, how i am supposed to be enjoying this. i'm an indoor person trying out outdoor activities, the heck.

"don't worry, he also agreed to be in here" she said smirking. i quickly looked at her. "girl don't tell me.." i said while trying to stop myself from smiling.

"Yes. he agree-" i jumped happily and quickly hugged her. “ THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AHH" bro, now i know how am i gonna enjoy this.

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Today is the day where i'm gonna die.

Getting lost in the woods is definitely a very common situation, right. well guess what?

Yep that's a great guess. i'm lost! unfortunately, i'm unlucky today, it's been an hour since i'm in here. I'm starting to feel a little hungry and also the sun is on the middle which means it's only noon.

My friend and i was planning to take a stroll on the forest, which is stupid for both of us to agree. Now i'm all alone because my idiot friend just left me in this stupid forest.

I've been walking around and i feel like i'm walking in circles, my legs is starting to feel like giving up, so i sat at the stone for awhile and look around, haven't seen any suspicious in here, it's just full of giant trees and big stones.

"This is not a great timing on getting lost, WHY?"

After i said that, i hear something, i quickly look at my right which is where i heard it, this is so fucking creepy, c'mon man, i hope it's just an animal that's not deadly. I was literally hugging myself because of the fear, bro. I don't know what to do, i'm not prepared in this kind of situation.

My feet is starting to come to where the sound was, dude my curiosity can't handle this. Oh my god i hope it's just a deer or maybe a bear that is friendly?? cuz if it's not, i'm so dead.

"Wait hold up- a bear that is friendly have you lost your mind?!"

I faced palm myself.

I moved the bushes away and peek slowly, i sigh in relief, there is no one, oh my god, thank you lord! Praise the lord everyone!

Someone tapped my shoulder which make me screamed in fear. I look behind me, omg it's him... wait- IT'S HIM !? Yow wait- Bro, it's him, what am i supposed to do?! shit i'm panicking. I quickly cleared my throat and fix myself.

"hey jiwoong.." help i'm shitting on my pants right now, my man was lookin' fine today eh.

"hey.. what are you doing in here? are you somehow taking stroll? or..?"

"yeah, i AM taking a stroll.. heh, what about you? what are you doing in here?"

"you know just fishing.. i was about to go on that way, when i see you slowly peeking on the bushes, it was quite funny tho" He said while trying to hold his laugh. dang man that was cute- i mean.

"oh HAHAHAHAH, yeah, i mean it's you.. you know the person that i've been longing to.. sh*t." I quickly ran out in scene. That was so embarrassing!

It's been an hour since that happened, and it still lingers in my mind. after that i finally found my way back and went straight in to my tent.

"wow man, what a day.. i just wanna go home" i stretch my back and untie my shoes putting them in my bag, i change in to one of my t-shirt and gray sweatpants. I unzip my tent's zipper and sat. "it's indeed cold today no?" i look at my left and yep, my man is already here.

"oh- yeah it is, they didn't lie eh, how did you get in here so fast?"

"ahh, i don't know.."

"oh k" i just nodded in response 'this is awkard as hell'. "you know what? your quite an interesting one.. might also consider your comfession earlier, hm?" he said as he plastered a smile on me.

Damn, my prayers have been answered.

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brassknucklespeirs · 2 years

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Uɴᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴀʙʟᴇ [Dᴏɴ Mᴀʟᴀʀᴋᴇʏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

Genre: Sad fluff

Warnings: Bro this is sad, talks of mental health, PTSD, all that sad stuff, mentions of death, mentions of wounds and blood, language, war stuff etc etC

Prompt: “Hiii can you do a malarkey x Canadian spy fic. Kind of like she just got out of Germany bc her cover got blown and is going through it. Pretty pretty please”

Requested by: @larubiaa (hope you enjoy honey)

Belladonna. That was the name used for the character she played so well. No, not the character she played while undercover within the cold walls of her rival country, the one that changes constantly to suit the environment in which she was placed in and the information she was needing to obtain. We’re talking about the character she portrayed day to day when she wasn’t engaged in the field, the stone-faced woman with the pursed lips and narrowed eyes that darted every which way discreetly, surveying every piece of information her gaze would land on. The first-class spy that her superiors spread such renown about. The woman that crowds would split for just so she had a clear path to walk; and walk with purpose she did. Untouchable is a word that comes to mind when people see her, with her gaze alone being enough to warn people not to test her. Belladonna was untouchable, the power of a hurricane held within her chest and poison running through her veins. But the codename was for a woman who was much more than just an agent undercover, this was an entirely different character, an award-winning actress hidden beneath the scrutinising eyes and confident strides.

Y/N. That was the name of the wounded young girl she hid so well. Masked by who people believed she was, the girl hadn’t been seen since the beginning of the war. With her soft voice, gentle heart, and a face that would light any room she walked into, this girl was special, she was rare. We’re talking about the real person, the one who hid behind so many names, the girl who you couldn’t help but let warm your heart with her constantly bright smile and crinkled eyes that shone with genuine emotion. With her entire life ahead of her, her head filled with ideas of snagging her dream career straight out of college and finding the man of her dreams to love her till the world stopped turning. She was a bright, young thing, compassionate and full of love, ready to jump at any opportunity to make those around her happy. But this young child had fled so far into herself in hopes of being able to shelter herself. Y/N, the real Y/N, was not untouchable, the inferiority of overwhelming emotion squeezed the very life out of her chest while emptiness ran through her veins. But the name was for a girl who was much more than just a scared, war-scarred child fighting for her life, this was just a person torn apart by conflict, a gentle being who’d succumbed to violence.

It was Belladonna who marched through the snow-choked forest just beyond the gravel road she had been following of which she believed to be within France’s walls, the sun doing nothing to warm her cold body as it shone down on her. At this point her mind was utterly reeling with possibility of where the hell she was, but if her senses and bearings told her correctly, she’d made it across the border a couple of nights ago in a flurry of frustration and anger. Her cover was blown, simply put. Not only that but three other agents had also been discovered, however, they were unfortunate to not make it out of the German town they had been placed in. The little voice in her head was almost thick with jealousy as she thought of them; perhaps they were the fortunate ones, for death had always seemed to be the easier path than whatever this torturous route was.

Chattering teeth, shortened huffs of breath and the chilling wind moving through the trees was the only noise that could be heard around her. This set her jaw into a clench as unease crept into her bones, the small open wound on her neck aching from movement. One could almost mistake the quiet for being peaceful, yet a war-hardened woman like herself knew how to not trust in anything positive being sent her way, especially not now. So, when the sound of rumbling began to echo from the direction she was walking in, the woman knew best to throw herself between the foliage before her, pulling the tattered scarf she had spun round her neck across her face. Her right hand clenched and unclenched in anticipation beside the pistol that was tucked into her pants as the noise sounded louder and louder. It was then several trucks could be seen along the road she had been following, their trailer bumping and shuddering across the gravel as several heads popped into view from within them. Belladonna’s eyes assessed the trucks as they rolled closer, her gaze narrowing on several points of information, many of which pointed to these being American soldiers. That was always a good start, she thought to herself.

The woman stayed ducked behind several bushes as the trucks seemed to come to a halt beside the exact spot she sunk into. Soldier upon soldier began to pour out of the back of the trucks, though chatter and banter seemed to be kept to a minimum, the forlorn looks on their faces being enough to tell her these boys had been through hell and back. Join the club, she thought. She’d have to be careful now, though they were allied forces, the idea of an unknown figure appearing out of nowhere would not be welcomed with open arms in any way, shape, or form. She waited patiently for any opportunity she could find with minutes ticking by as she observed the men before her. It was then a single soldier split off from the rest, a sergeant by the looks of his sleeve, his path leading him directly towards her. Belladonna watched him carefully, her cat like eyes taking in his form as he slugged over to the tree directly beside her. She thought perhaps he’d come to relieve himself away from the eyes of the men he was with, however, it wasn’t until a deep sigh left his lips that she began to ponder that thought. The man held the same look many of the others did, with tired eyes and slumped shoulders, and yet, the woman couldn’t help but admire the face before her as he sighed again. He gently threw his head forward against the tree he’d stopped at, his right hand reaching for the bark while his left fiddled around with something small, she couldn’t quite see. The woman’s head tilted in curiosity as he stood there, almost unmoving, with his eyes downcast on the item within his hand.

It was then that Y/N was felt rising to the surface of Belladonna’s façade, her gaze softening on the clearly emotionally exhausted man. With a random surge of empathy, the girl moved to a crouch quietly as to not scare the man more than she’d have to.

“You look like you’ve been through hell, Sergeant.” She said as gently as possible. The man whipped around at that moment, his hand clutching for his rifle in an instant as the girl found herself in the common position of looking down the barrel of a gun. Her hands raised quickly as to show surrender, her legs pushing her to stand slowly. “It’s alright, I’m a friend.” She continued carefully, taking in the shaking of the man’s hands as he took in the figure before him. The man let out of stuttered question of who she was, but his grip loosened immensely on the weapon he held before him, his knuckles no longer white. The girl shivered unnoticeably as she looked directly into the man’s eyes before taking in the rest of his face as much as she could now that he was facing her. The fear and sadness that clouded his eyes was clear, and the girl held herself back from surging forward to pull the man into her arms. It shocked her really, for her hidden emotions to climb back up after years of being cut off while she stared at this broken man in understanding. It was then that she let Y/N slip in and take full control of her choices as a gentle smile pulled to her lips.

“As I said, I’m a friend.”

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The next few hours flew passed in a blur of snow-covered trees and engine hums as the jeep she sat on moved forward and slowed to settle in the French town of Hagenau. She hadn’t seen much of the red headed man with the sad eyes since her integration into the sea of American soldiers, and with his departure came the full return of Belladonna. A conversation with who she now knew as the 501st Paratrooper regiment’s executive officer, Captain Winters, and one intelligence officer by the name of Nixon, lead to her being given a loose pack of k-rations and set up on one of the jeeps with said officers wrapped in a spare piece of warm kit. She was lucky, she knew, to have been found by the red headed soldier she had been informed to be Sergeant Malarkey and sent to talk to his commanding officers, one of whom had heard many things about the Canadian agent that is Belladonna. Many other American soldiers may have just left her to her own devices to trek the frozen lands of France to find her own way back to the closest OSS camp.

Movement behind her caused the woman to stir from the sleep she hadn’t realised she’d slipped into, her hand ripping the side arm from its place on her hip as she shot up in her spot. She was meet with the smirking eyes of the intelligence officer who stood directly before her staring down the barrel of her pistol. He threw his hands up in mock surrender as the room seemed to draw to a quiet, a few people lingering around them only just taking notice of the woman.

“Hold your horses’ agent. Thought we’d come to an understanding.” Nixon smirk widened as he stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on top of the barrel, pushing it towards the floor. “That was definitely a sight I didn’t know I needed to see.” Dropping his left eye in a wink, he moved back to his previous position next to Captain Winters who she’d only just noticed. Her next survey of the room placed Easy’s CO Speirs, First Sergeant Lipton and three unknown faces in the room with them. She took a quiet breath of relief before placing her side arm back and pulling herself to the edge of the chair, tugging the army green coat to her cold body.

“Listen up...” Winters began. Belladonna listened in as he detailed a patrol for a prisoner grab that night. His eyes wandered to hers as he spoke, his words pausing as he did so before he turned to Speirs and muttered something to him, the latter man’s gaze also shifting to her before he nodded. The red-haired Captain spoke the agent’s name then, her face showing no movement but a raised brow at that point.

“Captain Winters.”

“You speak fluent German, yes?”

“As fluent as an undercover spy can.” She replied with a small smirk as she pulled her body to stand, reaching for a canteen cup full of steaming coffee that Nixon was holding out to her. Winters nodded, pursing his lips as he did.

“You got any interrogation experience agent?” He questioned to which the woman let out a quiet snort into her cup as she sipped the hot drink. She glanced up at the man, her face completely clear of emotion.

“I was taught by the best, Sir.”

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The woman treaded carefully up the stairs behind the two soldiers leading the way to second platoons housing. The current job she’d been given by Winters was practically babysitting duty for the new officer at this point, though she wasn’t about to say no to the man who’d offered her a warm place to rest, good food and medical help as well as the promise of connecting her back to her superiors when they got the chance. This lieutenant was the bright eyed and busy tailed kind of fresh, so it was no wonder that the CO felt inclined to have him watched, even if the only person he really had to spare wasn’t even one of his own soldiers but a Canadian spy.

The room they walked into held around the half of the men left in second platoon, but her gaze only glanced over them for a moment before flitting to the man who stood staring out the window, a cup of joe in his hands. The men quietened as soon as they saw the three new misfits who had wandered in. She wasn’t sure who was being looked at more, the new wide-eyed officer who barely looked like he’d finished high school, the clean faced soldier who hadn’t been seen for months after taking a wound to the leg, or the mysterious outsider woman dressed in their clothes. The red headed Sergeant was certainly looking at one more than the others, that one was for certain. Their gazes clash as they stared at each other, both halting any movement they had been making, but it was the woman who regained control of her body first, continuing her trek further into the room before stopping beside the new officer as if nothing had happened. Masking her feelings was something Belladonna was best at.

The woman listened again as Lieutenant Jones spoke to the Sergeant, watching as the red head continued to flick his eyes back and forth between the two. If Belladonna was any other woman, she might have found a blush spreading across her cheeks at the idea of this man looking at her the way he was, but she was not any other woman, she was Agent Belladonna of the Office of Strategic Services (OSS), trained at Camp X to be one of the best. And one of the best she was, for she had mastered the art of masking who she was to play the role of any person she had to for the information she needed. In a way, it was sad really, to see this woman so hellbent on cutting off her emotions that she wouldn’t even change a shade under the endearing eyes of another.

Sergeant Malarkey moved forward to speak to his platoon about the patrol after a few minutes of conversing with Jones, all of which Belladonna had kept an ear open to while also surveying the men behind them who muttered to one another about several different things. The men angrily spoke to one another about the choice of soldiers going on patrol to which Malarkey just shook his head and sighed at before walking back over to his spot by the table, his finger tinkering with the radio he held. She watched as he pulled at the wires in frustration before stepping forward and taking two of them out of his grasp. The man jumped back a little before resuming his place where he was, watching as the woman looked at him and then the radio. She didn’t say a word as she began to patch the radio up quickly, after all, she was highly trained with any form of communication device.

“You’re good at this.” The man almost whispered to her as he watched her fingers work at tugging and attaching several wires before she pulled back finished. Her gaze moved to his when she stepped back, almost knocking into him as she hadn’t realised how close she was to him, but his hands fell to her hips in an instant, steading her on her feet. If you had been watching the two closely you would have noticed the pause in their movements as they both absentmindedly savoured the feeling of someone being so intimately close. Belladonna quickly snapped back, clearing her throat briefly and moving away from his hands before nodding her head.

“It’s one of the things I do best.” She responded almost sharply, yet an unknowingly small smile pulled to her lips, Y/N breaking through once again. The man smiled a small smile at her back at her, an expression she had wished she could continue to see more often, before he too nodded his head. It was in that moment where she had caught herself staring a little too intently at the man’s face that she got an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Her smile dropped in an instant and her eyes seemed to dart around the room with a look of doubt spreading across her expression. The sergeant before her watched in confusion before asking her what was wrong. She didn’t respond, only glanced around once more before looking back at him, unease never leaving her face. A faint noise whistled her ears for a split second before her eye widened and she grasped quickly for the man in front of her, tugging him towards her as she turned her body towards the door.

“MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!” She yelled, as the noise grew louder and was accompanied shortly by the sound of a nearby building being hit by explosives. The group shoved one another down the stairs, with Malarkey’s hands coming back to rest on the woman’s hips to guide her safely but quickly down. Artillery blasts and yelling was prominently the only noises heard, but then again, most of them had ringing ear anyway. The basement room was finally reached as most of them men threw themselves under any piece of solid furniture. Malarkey pulled Belladonna close to him, shoving her into a concrete alcove by the door while using his body to cover her. If the adrenaline hadn’t had been pumping through their veins, they might have taken a second to enjoy the body heat radiating off one another as they pressed as close as they could to each other.

As quickly as it had come, it had stopped, the sound of laughter quick to follow as they all let out a sigh of relief. The girl released the tension in her shoulders but didn’t move to let go of the man’s coat she had been desperately clinging to as she felt the hot air blowing on her neck from Malarkey’s breath. She moved her head to look up at him as he did the same, both savouring in the moment of just being two people staring into another’s eyes as their gazes both softened. He smiled ever so slightly at her before stepping back. He then let out a forced chuckle as the men all moved out of their hiding spots, most standing with smiles of relief on their face. Yet, the woman beside him didn’t seem to change expressions at all, just kept the same slightly pouted lips and narrowed eyes as always. She would never admit that she was shit scared in that moment, trying so hard to hold herself from trembling as she continued to her the noise of explosions going off in her head even though they had stopped. The noise was followed by gunshots, screams, and the begging, oh god the pleading, a constant memory replaying over and over in her head. Malarkey watched her carefully as it seemed the life just drained from her face before she turned back to him and saw the mirror image of his eyes in her. Sadness, overwhelming sadness and loss seemed to flicker behind the dead look in her eyes before she shortly looked away to one of the other soldiers in the room who had addressed her.

“Hey lady, how the hell did you know?” One of the scrawnier boys had questioned.

“You just do private. Years of this shit forces you to learn.”

He hadn’t seen her in a while, not since she’d left him to sleep to wait for the patrol to end. They’d spoken for hours when night fell, the broken man pulling tighter and tighter on the heartstrings of the war-scarred girl, much as she had been doing to him. After the first artillery strike, they’d barely left each other’s side aside from when she’d been escorted off to her own shower, and even then, he’d been so adamant to be the one to ensure she could take a moment in her own privacy that he returned to stand guard as soon as he’d had his own. How they had bonded so closely, none of the men knew for he had been so closed off since Bastogne and she, well she was a whole other story. A lone woman forced into a mess of paratroopers, with such an intimidating gaze and a sharp tongue that no one else had bothered to talk to her aside from when they had to.

“Have you seen Belladonna?” He’d asked some of his men the next day, his worry growing by the second. They all shook their heads aside from Liebgott who nodded his head behind him.

“Saw her walk off by the river after talking to Nixon. She’s likely still over there.”

He found her there, pressed up against the side of one of the bordering houses, her eyes still completely dead as she stared at the blood soaking her fingers from the private they had just lost. She hadn’t talked to Jackson at all as he seemed to scurry away as soon as she was near, but she had observed him, just a young boy with a life still to live when he got home from the war. And now that was never going to happen.

She had always wondered what her breaking point would be, but she had never thought it was going to be someone she didn’t know. Maybe the observation skills she had were not as much a gift as she had always been told. It was a curse to know so much from just a single glance of an environment. She felt like she’d known so many people she’d never spoken to, experienced so many things through watching others do them, lived so many lives that were not hers and yet she had barely lived at all. Not as herself, not as Y/N. She had killed so many of her own personas off, yet she’d never considered that if they were to die from a bullet to the chest instead of just the shedding of a mask then it wouldn’t be them dying but herself. She hadn’t lived and yet she could die in any moment and stop that from ever being an option. And that made Y/N want to cry; so, she did.

He found her there, staring at the ground with no emotion on her face but every emotion in her head, running through her veins and constricting the life out of her chest. He stepped towards her and gently whispered her name as not to scare her before he dropped beside her. The tears came as soon as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. She sobbed and she whimpered, the girl shedding her perfect mask with every salty tear that fell down her cheeks. He whispered quietly to her, held her close to his chest as she let it all out; three years of pain and misery, loss and fury, guilt and sadness. He clutched her to him like she was his own lifeline, the only thing keeping him grounded in a world torn apart piece by piece. As she cried, he listened, feeling more connected and understanding of someone’s pain than he thought he ever would before. He had remembered the night before when she had retold the story of her escape from German, of the three others she had lost, all of whom she had been close to. She told it with little emotion, just the dull, drained looked as she always had, and he had sat there wondering how someone who had gone through so much had reacted so little. But he had also seen it in her eyes, the overwhelming emotion he himself had felt, it was there. When she had first spoken to him in the forest, with such a gentle smile as he held a rifle to her face, and again when she had clutched so tightly at his coat after the artillery strike. He had seen her in those moments, truly seen her. Not Belladonna, but Y/N.

Malarkey saw her with no mask, no persona, no façade, he just saw Y/N. She saw this herself when she had looked up at him, small hiccups leaving her mouth as she quietened down after what had likely been nearly an hour of him holding her while she cried. He saw her, and that was everything. She had sniffled a little before mumbling a quiet ‘thank you’ to the man who smiled in return and boldly placed a gentle kiss to her hairline.

“You’re welcome agent.” He had replied while watching her stare at him with such vulnerable eyes. In this moment he realised, she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on, and with or without the glossy, red eyes, slightly snotty nose and dirty coat that was several sizes too big for her he would continue to think that.

“Y/N.” She’d whispered to him.

“What.”

“My real name. It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N. A beautiful name to fit a beautiful girl.” He’d replied with a smile, one which she returned gently. He pulled her close once more and rested his chin on her head before letting out a quiet sigh of contempt. “I’ll always be here for you Y/N. Now that you’ve trapped me, you can’t ever get rid of me.” He had continued, causing her to let out a quiet giggle. She reached around her waist to grasp at one of his hands that had rested there before giving it a fond squeeze.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way Sergeant.” And in that moment, with Don pressed against her side placing delicate kisses to her head occasionally, Y/N had felt truly untouchable.

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top-tier-tickles · 2 years

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Cuphead Tickle Headcanons Pt.2

These are going to mostly be the bosses, sorry if it's not accurate since we have yet to see all of them in the show

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The Root Pack:

It's got 2 lers 1 lee

The Lee is Ollie

Sal and Chauncey regularly gang up on him to make him stop crying

They're giant vegetables, so their front sides are the only spot

Goofy Le Grande

Slime ler

Doesn't usually start tickle fights bit WILL end them

If you stick your hands into his body and wiggle your fingers, he goes into hysterics

He can't handle having his muscles traced either

Hilda Burg:

Ler

She attacks from the sky, knowing damn well you can't reach her

Will use her Zodiac form like Gemini to wreck you

She's not impossible to wreck though

Her worst spot is her hips

She will haul ass of you intend to tickle her

That doesn't usually stop Csgney tho

Ribby and Croaks

Two very competitive lers

After the boat disaster with the cup bros, they started resolving arguments less with physical fights and more with tickle fights

Croaks's worst spot is his feet and Ribby's is his ribs

They will try to pin each other down

Neither of them end up winning in the end

Cagney Carnation:

Switch

Mr Petals here is too ticklish for his own good

Speaking of petals, those are this death spot, especially between them

He snorts a lot

Gets wrecked by the other bosses and forest creatures regularly

Will not hesitate to tickle someone else tho

He uses vines to hold and tickle someone

Baroness von Bon Bon:

Ler

She's definitely tickled someone who came to Sugarland before

She specializes in raspberries and ticklish nibbles

Her sweet spot is her belly

She enlists her candy cadets to help her wreck someone

Beepi the Clown:

Switch

Loves tickling others and being tickled

He's made it his mission to tickle every single person on the Inkwell Isles

He's already completed half the list

Death spot is his armpits

He loves going after Djimmi and the cup bros

Djimmi the Great:

Ler-leaning switch

Ticklish but he'd never admit it willingly

Has to tickle Beppi often since he won't leave him alone

Uses his magic to his advantage

His death spot is the thighs

His laugh is loud and boisterous

Wally Warbles

Ler

He's not ticklish

He's got feathers, so watch out

His main target is his son

Speaking of his son, he makes little gadgets that tickle people

Grim Matchstick

Switch

If he's the ler, he's extremely gentle

He's usually too nervous to engage in a tickle fight

Wings = immediate death

He get way too flustered to tease people

He'll hug you after, whether you were the lee or not

Rumor Honeybottoms:

Ler

She's never let herself be tickled, so no one truly knows if she is

She's a monster ler tho

Enlists her guards to grab anyone who tries anything

Or gets them stuck in honey to trap them

Warner Werman:

Ler

Makes machines that tickle people

If you can catch him, it's easy to tickle him

Death spot is actually his ears

He will bite you though

Dr Kahl:

Usually a ler

He thinks he's too refined for something as childish as tickling

But when he's provoked.....you'd better fucking run

He'll either use a machine or his own hands to wreck you

He'll tease like a bastard

No one knows if he's ticklish or not

Captain Brineybeard:

Switch

Doesn't mind being tickled

Worst spot is his sides

Would absolutely tickle his crew to cheer them up

He tried to tickle Cala once, ended up turned to stone, but that doesn't stop him

Sally Stageplay:

Dramatic switch

If someone keeps flubbing their lines during rehearsal, she wrecks them

Her worst spot is her sides

Has tickle fights with her husband all the time

She would only let herself be tickled on stage if if was written in the play

Cala Maria:

Ler

Mysterious sea beast

Only Briney knows that she's ticklish

But he swore to never spill this secret because he's a good man who drinks his respect women juice

Death spot is her belly

Anyone who does try something gets turned to stone or killed

Had wrecked Briney before and would do it again

Phantom Express:

Lers and lees vary between the inhabitants

Blind Specter is the most ticklish

Their death spot is the eye sockets in their hands when they're empty

The Conductor is the second most

Worst spot is obviously the ribs

No one touches the Lolipop Twins

And the train isn't ticklish because it's a fucking train

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And that's done! Let me know if you want more or if you want to send a prompt for a drawing or fic!

#cuphead tickles #cuphead #cuphead the delicious last course #the cuphead show

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littlemisslipbalm · 2 years

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Why Sammy’s not allowed in the ship’s cockpit

Another 'A billion light years from here' installment!

If the Kiszkas were Aliens!AU and Danny as their human friend

Image Credit: @ofthecaravel ofc!

Heyyyy so I've been writing more about my favorite aliens and human daniel! I'll make a masterlist for this series of little stories so they can be collected in one place besides my master masterlist. The first installment is here if you want a little background but even that isn't extensive and I have wayyy more planned for this strange set of stories that I love so much. They focus largely on family and friendship and fun!!!

Once again, thanks to @ofthecaravel because Karou helps with so much of the inspiration and convos that occur in this. i love u bro <3

Enjoy and let me know what you think, give it a reblog perhaps!

Word Count: 1k | Warnings: baby Kiszkas and Daniel, alien!AU, some swearing, Jake having a potential captain kink? (as an adult ofc)

On Sam’s fifth arrival anniversary, he snuck out with his new human pet, Daniel, to the brothers’ spaceship.

Jake and Josh hadn’t noticed right away. Initially they had been happy to not have to deal with the rambunctious munchkin of a child Sam had chosen to become. They liked doing stuff on their own at this age. Their eight-year-old human bodies and minds only ever wanted to do stuff on their own or tease their little brother. But it was his arrival anniversary or as human’s called it, his birthday. They were told they weren’t supposed to be mean to him today.

But after 10 minutes passed with no interruption to the twin’s construction site in the backyard, Jake grew suspicious and Josh’s ears quickly perked to listen for his younger brother around the house at twin’s request. But he didn’t hear Sam’s breathing or heart beat even. He shut his eyes and focused his mind further out and then he heard him.

In his mind’s eye he saw an image of his baby brother, his body tiny, just the size of a five year old but the ambitions of a stubborn teenager. Sam was rattling around the spacehip, attempting to remember which switches were which. He was babbling to himself…no, not to himself.

“Shoot,” Josh mutters, eyes still closed as Jake watches him curiously. “Sammy’s in the ship.”

“He can’t fly it alone, it’s fine,” Jake shrugs, continuing to dig his hole deeper.

“He’s with Danny too,” Josh comments calmly, knowing Jake will spring to action at this addition.

“Oh, shoot. Shoot, indeed,” Jake’s on his feet, shovel forgotten on the ground as he begins marching towards the forest.

The twins make quick work of the trek through the forest. The path is unforgettable to them. In a flash, Sam is being pulled from the pilot’s seat by Jake and Josh is ushering Danny out of the spaceship, the lock twisting effortlessly behind them.

An eight-year-old Jake holds his little brother by the collar of his shirt after placing Sam onto the forest floor. Sam immediately begins to wail, kicking his feet violently at his brother.

“You can’t bring Dan on the ship, Sammy,” Jake states sternly.

“It’s not fair! It’s my arrival anniversary, I wanna show Daniel the universe!” Sam whines between watery tears.

“You know a human can’t second a ship, Sam,” Jake attempts to reason, rolling his eyes at his younger brother who continues to swing at him, the tears doing anything but subsiding. “Plus, you didn’t even graduate with a pilot’s licence and your legs are way too short to reach the pedals. Now can you stop kicking me, jerk?!”

“It’s not fair! It’s not fair! It’s not fair!” Sam continues to repeat. Jake takes a deep breath and rides out the tantrum.

Josh has the arguably easier job of talking to Danny. After ushering him out of the spaceship, Josh walked him and the younger human off to the side of the clearing, keeping them close enough to Sam and Jake to be in human eyesight but far enough to slightly drown out Sam’s wailing.

“Hey, Dan,” Josh starts as they sit down on some small stones big enough for their small bodies. “That was a spaceship, right?”

“It’s a really cool gift you got for Sam, it looks super realistic.”

“That’s because it is real,” Josh says confidently, but Danny’s chuckle makes his prideful look turn to a frown.

“Can you tell me another story about the pretend aliens out there?”

Josh sighs a little exasperated breath, his eyes going up to the sky for a moment, imagining home for just a moment. “Well, okay, but for the last time, it’s not pretend! We really are aliens!”

Danny giggles and the smile on his face is one of pure joy and delight. “You’re so funny, Josh.”

Josh grins back at the little human beside him.

He was glad Sam had found someone to befriend on Earth. He had a feeling that Danny would become an important person in all their lives, but especially Sam’s. He always worried about his younger brother having someone who was like Jake for him or Josh for his twin, someone to complete him. He had a strong feeling Danny was going to be that for him. Ever since Sam brought Danny home after his first day in preschool the notion had been there, but it grew each year and each time Danny refused to be fazed by the alien thing. If only Josh knew the amount of joy he and his brothers would experience the day Danny finally believed them. But for the eight year old twins and the five year old menace named Sam, that moment was a far ways off.

A couple decades later, the twins are reminiscing on the story. They dubbed it: ‘The reason why Sam’s not allowed in the cockpit. Ever.’ By now, Danny has finally realized that his friends weren’t joking the entire time about their true alien identities and come to terms with it – a story for another time.

“Do you remember that, Dan?” Jake chuckles while Sam has the decency to be embarassed.

“His eyes were like two full moons after I coaxed him off the ship,” Josh cackles. “But he still refused to believe me that it was real.”

“Yeah, vaguely,” Danny agrees. “I mostly just remember Sam being so sure of himself that he could fly that thing and that made me think it couldn’t possibly be real.”

“Fuck you,” Sam bites back his smile and attempts to sound a little bitter. “It’s not my fault I didn’t want to be a pilot, Jake’s schooling seemed boring as fuck.”

“You wish you could’ve been a pilot,” Jake tosses back.

“You just get off on calling yourself Captain…hate to break it to ya’ Jakey but it’s not a pirate ship.” Sam is snide in his remark and Jake’s mouth is agape.

“Sam, don’t be mean to your brother when he’s the one who put up with your tantrums the most throughout the years.” Josh is quick to intercede before anything more is said. Jake looks smug so Josh decides to add. “But you’re right, it isn’t a pirate ship and only the girls in our universe find it cool when you call yourself ‘Captain’.”

Jake uses both his hands to flip off his two brothers at once.

“I love you, guys,” Danny chuckles, grinning with that same boyish delight.

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teeterarting · 3 years

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here's a list of things i love about PSMD for no reason other than i think it deserves appreciation (spoilers)

the hero gets adopted by a nuzleaf. Hero, a young child that doesn't know why they were brought into this world, attacked by beheeyem, scared and alone, finds someone that takes them under his wing and gives them a home. it's really sweet that once Nuzleaf brings them to the Village, Hero's not alone anymore.

yes it was all a trick, he deceived you. but being betrayed by your father figure hits so much harder. it's much more personal, especially when both Hero and Partner are kids. and when Nuzleaf goes through all that ordeal in the post game, then gets accepted back into the village?? And his little speech to Hero????? it's heartbreaking and incredibly touching at the same time

everything is just so cute!!!! you go to school with your new friendo and you're friends with the schoolkids, and you make the trip to school every morning taking in the scenery, the smell of dew and fresh grass, and the sun on your face... and you take classes about Mystery Dungeon mechanics, and principal Simipour is a big BRO, the school nurse Audino is super kind and helpful... and you get to play with your pokemon friendos in summer vacation, and explore a dungeon with 'em... AND your bond with your Partner begins to form, getting stronger and stronger from then on. PSMD's beginning arc is so warm and pleasant, it's like reliving childhood memories all over again, when things were happier and you didn't have to worry about how cruel the world is. this story section's one purpose is to get the player used to the game's mechanics, as well as foreshadowing. unfortunately most of the school kids get forgotten later on, but I still love this part for everything it is, even if unintentional.

it's not just the beginning that's cute. PSMD'S ENTIRE WORLD IS ADORABLE. It's just filled with life every town you go. there are a bunch of pokemon locals and they all have interesting things to say, in the main story and the post-game. there's a point where their comments get repetitive, but that's bound to happen in any PMD game. Even then, the days are never the same. one morning you wake up and the Lively Town locals are exercising, then the next they're having singing lessons, and then they're practicing martial arts. and you get to connect with (or recruit) some of them just by.... chatting!!! Sitting next to that big ol' venusaur and sharing stories, laughing and having fun. it's good stuff.

Sometimes you find travelling pokemon in dungeons and it's jsut the coolest thing. Imagine you're exploring a dungeon, then your Connection Orb notifies you there's a fellow explorer in the floor. First thing you do is try to find them, and when you do - oh dang a travelling Archeops!!!! And then they just,,,, exchange their experiences and thoughts on exploration and how hard it is to fend off those enemies and the cool treasure they found the other day (the game calls it "[Team Name] and [Traveller pokemon] compared notes"). then the traveller heals you, fills your belly and restores your PP. and they go on their way. idk man it's such a cute interaction. explorers chatting, empathizing and helping each other, bc their job is not an easy one...

PSMD Partner is the most developed Partner in any PMD game yet. They start off as this naive, hyperactive kiddo, then stuff happens, and worse stuff happens, and you get to see how they grow and change and by the end they're a different person than they were before (in more than one way ...). It's just so nice to be by their side, from the beginning to the bitter end, and watch their growth. in contrast, Hero is a little unbalanced in that their backstory is not explored as much, and their personality is kind of a blank - probs meant to be vague so the player can be in their shoes. to me this just gives you the opportunity to shape their character however you want, so you can have tons of different hero/pardner dynamics.

The music is rlly flippin' good. Some of the tracks are recycled from previous entries, but when they go original??? it's a blast!!! "Echoes of the Mystical Forest" is one of my favorites in all four entries, it has no right being so amazing for a random dungeon. "Time to Set Out" makes me cry immediately (also i think it would be a better fit for the parting ways scene at the end...). Don't even get me started on "Second Dark Matter Battle", it has everything an epic climax needs and MORE. the Partner remix????? absolute genius

speaking of which, Dark Matter ITSELF,, is freaking amazing. Its actions were foreshadowed in the very beginning, though they were not blatant through the game. i do think they could have done a better job at showing the pokemon's negativity raising in the world, as well as negative feelings in the characters... but it's not like Gates did a good job at it, either (outside of cutscenes, all the locals in Post Town are incredibly nice to you and fights didn't "break out often". it's like the game tells you the world is a dark place, but what it shows in gameplay doesn't add up). so i'll cut them some slack. Still, I find Dark Matter a more compelling villain than the Bittercold for several reasons. it is sentient. its speech is a jumbled amount of voices all talking at the same time - the anguished voices of the world. It actually concocted a plan to hurl the planet into the Sun, using pawns like Nuzleaf and Yveltal to do its dirty job. in the Voidlands, Hero and Partner discover its past, and how it'll come back after defeat, like a cycle. when Partner accepts Dark Matter, they accept negative feelings as something everyone has within themselves. Most of all, the fact that Dark Matter is a manifestation of negative feelings doesn't make it just a generic threat, a final obstacle to be defeated so the world can be saved. It makes Dark Matter - negativity itself - a natural part of the world, the yin to its yang. and that's why I LOVE IT SO MUCH DANG IT EVEN THANKS PARTNER FOR THEIR ACCEPTANCE

The fact that Dark Matter can possess pokemon that have "even the smallest amount of darkness in their hearts". it makes me think of Mr. Nuzleaf and what he might have gone through in the past to make him so easy to be controlled. Did he hold a grudge against someone?? Did he commit a crime?? Had Nuzleaf always been malicious???? And if so, is this why he shows so much remorse in the post-game??????? because he had always been this vile fiend and then he met this small kid and got attached, but still carried on with his evil actions because his malice was still stronger than the positive feelings and Dark Matter's hold on him intensified?????? I don't know!!!! and as much as i wish the game could have given us that sweet mr. Nuzleaf backstory, it's pretty fun to have freedom to come up with your own version.

Everything about Super's climax is just phenomenal. Every single flippin' legendary is there to help you. Arceus is in the game. MEWTWO IS THERE. and when things are looking hopeless, they really seem hopeless. First the Tree of Life is dying, then your allies get turned into stone and sent to hell The Voidlands, Arceus gets turned into stone, the entire world is stone (except for several mon' that are still safe and holding onto hope, but they're so few). Your Harmony Scarves stop working and you and your Partner are back to your feeble, basic stage forms. You are bordering exhaustion, you have no Emeras, it's just you and your Partner against an eldritch abomination that's killing the life on the entire planet like a parasite, devouring all hope. but you still fight back. Given how adults in the game always discourage the village children from going adventuring, that they cannot do this or that because they're so little and fragile, it's awesome how Hero and Partner beat Dark Matter as tiny kids.

PSMD is not a flawless game. in fact there's plenty of things that hold it back and i even mentioned some... but it's still full of love put into it and it resonates w me more than PMD Explorers of T/D/S and Gates to Infinity (Rescue Team is a close second). its my all-time favorite PMD game.

#pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon #psmd #pokemon super mystery dungeon #Teeter rambles #long post

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hornet-breaker · 2 years

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The Child and the Boar

An Aesops fable featuring Bedrock Bros! Techno is not happy to be woken up by a mischievous human child but will regret the thought of eating the little annoyance when he runs into Titan hunters…

Tw: vore mention, some swearing

Tommy was wandering through the forest, minding his own business as he collected wood. At some point he could hear soft gentle snoring, and decided to investigate. The snoring got louder as he approached and saw a massive Titan sleeping under a tree, but not just any, one of the most dangerous that could be found in the forests: a Boar’s Head. Boar’s Head titans were from the nether, so what was one doing here? Tommy didn’t want to find out as he turned to quietly leave.

SNAP!!

Instantly the Boar woke up, a deep growl of annoyance booming from his throat. Tommy didn’t even have time to react as the Boar grabbed him, he looked hungry.

“Wait wait! Please don’t hurt me!” Tommy begged, pleading for his life.

“Why not? You woke me up, the least you can do is stick around for a quick bite.” The Boar sneered, or at least Tommy thought he was, his voice was so monotone he couldn’t detect a tone.

“W-well look at me! I’m all skin and bones and wouldn’t sit right with you! Do you really want to eat something as tiny and pathetic as me?” He rambled. The Boar looked him up and down and snorted with annoyance, steam shot out of his snout as he gently lowered the little guy.

“You have a point, but if I see you again I’m shoving you down my throat.” The Boar warned.

“I can repay you in another way, I promise!” Tommy called up to the Titan, who paused and looked down at him. He burst out into laughter.

“A scrawny little thing like you help a beast like me? Yeah right kid, go back home before someone else tries to snack on you.” The boar got up and walked away. Tommy huffed with annoyance. He’ll prove that Titan wrong. That fucking bitch would regret laughing it off.

And he got his chance hours later, when he was walking home. He could hear the sound of a boar roaring with distress. A boar? The Titan! Tommy sprinted through the undergrowth and nearly smaller full force into the Titan. He was caught in a weighted net with a sedater on his neck. It was halfway drained and Tommy reached up, grabbing it and yanking it out.

“Are you okay?” He asked the Titan.

“Ahh, so you’ve come back,” was all the massive being said.

“I said I’d fucking repay you! You didn’t believe me, you prick.” Tommy quipped. The Titan rolled his eyes.

“Alright, can you help me out? The hunters are gonna come back and if they do I’m done for.” He sounded worried under his monotone voice but Tommy ignored it and went to work.

The net was tied down with six iron pegs. Tommy had a stone pic, it would take him 15 seconds to break the pegs and a minute to move between them. He really only needed to break 3, but the more the better.

Tommy got to work, swinging the picaxe as he broke the first peg. He rushed over to the second, another successful breakage. At the third he could distantly hear horse hooves. He was running out of time.

The first swing, hoofbeats were rapidly approaching. Second swing, he could start to hear voices. Third swing, they were getting closer and faster because of the metal clanging against stone. On the fourth swing the Titan quickly got up, shattering the peg as the chainmail net slid off him. The Titan roared furiously, stamping his foot a few feet in front of Tommy, who screamed in fear. He backed away and dove behind a tree.

The Titan was defending him! He watched as the beast slammed heavy black hooves on the ground, crushing a few of the hunters and causing the rest to retreat. Steam shot from his snout and mouth with each huff, as he stood up straight, brushed off his coat, and cautiously approached the human.

“Sorry you had to witness that, let me get you out of here.” The Titan said, offering his hand to the human. Tommy looked up at him and nodded.

“Well I Uhh, I don’t really have a place to go. I’m kinda alone…” Tommy said as he got comfortable in the Titan’s palm. He was raised up to chest hieght.

“No home? So what you just live in the woods?” The Titan asked. Tommy nodded. “Yeah never mind you’re coming with me.”

Tommy blinked in surprise. “Wait, as in-“

“I’m keeping you? Yeah, it’s the least I can do since you saved me.” He said. “Just call me Techno.”

Tommy nodded, excited. He hadn’t had a proper bed in 2 years! For now he was tired, adrenaline draining from him as he curled up in the Titan’s palm.

“Thank you, Techno.” He mumbled before falling asleep.

#giant tiny #giant!techno #tiny!tommy #dsmp fanfic #the lion and the mouse

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gumnut-logic · 3 years

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Alan was bored.

It wasn’t often that he found himself with a lack of things to do. Life was generally busy with Thunderbird maintenance, rescues and backup duties.

Of course, he could always kill some zombies, but he was feeling restless. Gordon was off the island with Grandma so that didn’t help. Scott was buried in paperwork and John was still hiding on Five. Virgil had disappeared.

Wandering out onto the balcony, Alan eyed the pool a moment before throwing the idea out. Without Gordon it wouldn’t be anywhere near as much fun.

Maybe he could go for a walk. Scott had been nagging him to get into a more regular exercise routine and, hey, he hadn’t seen the other side of the island for a while.

Darting up to his rooms, he threw on some loose clothes, decent shoes and a hat. A quick note to John to say where he was going and he was out the back door and crunching gravel up the side of the mountain.

While he had no objection to the great outdoors, Alan had no particular preference for sun, surf or bush walking. Not that he didn’t love a splash in the ocean with his brother, or even a jog around the island with Scott, it was just that many of his interests lay in the confines of the virtual world.

Or space.

Part of him didn’t want to admit he was like Johnny, but he was in many ways, but where John adored seclusion, Alan loved people. Basically, Alan was happy doing pretty much anything as long as it was with someone, preferably someone he loved.

So, he would really be lying if he said he took his route at random. It wasn’t a conscious decision, more just what he knew was going to happen regardless.

Virgil had some favourite places on the island to sit and just be. Alan didn’t quite get it any more than he got John’s love of solitude, but he knew his brother liked it and he stored the information for when it was needed.

Today Alan wanted company, so he used the information he had at hand.

Clambering around on the rocky island was not for the faint-hearted. There was no doubt that he was getting a good workout just by going for a simple walk. His first stop was a small cliff beyond Thunderbird Two’s runway. It was Virgil’s favourite, just on the other side of the mountain. He could often be found here just staring out into the ocean thinking who knew what. The scene had been painted, scribbled and, in one case, mosaicked onto a table. This was definitely Virgil’s favourite place.

He wasn’t there.

But Alan still had his list.

Two more Virgil spots proved empty and Alan had managed to work up quite a sweat. He was beginning to wonder why he was even bothering when he caught sight of a figure almost completely hidden in a grove of palm trees.

Virgil sat on a rock, his sketchpad on his lap, completely absorbed in his art. He was up a cliff overlooking a good chunk of the island, the twin peak at an angle even Alan could appreciate.

Alan eyed the climb and with a deep breath began the trek to reach his brother. He kept quiet. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb him. That would be a good way to get his head ripped off. But if he approached from just the right angle, he should be able to see what Virgil was actually drawing.

It took actual rock climbing in a couple of places, but Alan eventually found himself situated behind his brother on top of the cliff, and as expected the view was breathtaking.

It was late afternoon and the entire side of the island was lit up by the sun. Gulls were wheeling in the air above the forested slopes, catching rising air. Far below, raw Pacific collided with the rocky shore in places and wrangled with reefs in others.

Virgil had certainly found a spot.

Quietly Alan made his way closer to his brother. Virgil drew on, showing no sign of knowing Alan was there. The cliff was a slope that had Alan descending towards his brother. Virgil was facing away towards the scenery, slightly hunched as he drew. Because of that slope, Alan was actually able to see his brother’s hand, this time his right, sketching pencil lines on the paper.

For a moment Alan was content to simply watch, but if he was honest with himself, he hadn’t come all this way just to spy on his brother.

“You do know it is rude to stare.”

Virgil’s voice was always soft yet possessed a strength that could be startling. Alan stiffened, annoyed at being caught so easily.

“What? Do you honestly think all that rock clambering would go unnoticed?”

“Dunno.”

His brother had yet to look up at him, simply continuing to sketch as he spoke. You gonna come and sit down?” Virgil held up a hand. “Just be very quiet, I don’t want you to disturb them.”

Alan frowned. “Who?”

But that hand didn’t answer, just beckoned him over.

Alan did what he was told and found himself sitting on that rock beside his older brother.

Virgil was scratching lines furiously onto the page, but the subject wasn’t what he expected. All that beautiful scenery and Virgil was drawing a haphazard pile of sticks?

Whispered. “They’re sea eagles. I’ve never been so close.”

Alan’s eyes darted from the sketchpad to a slither of rock a stone’s throw away from the edge of the cliff. The pinnacle stood alone and defied gravity almost to the point of disbelief. On its very top sat a huge nest. From this angle he could see the two chicks waiting for their parents to return.

Breathed out quiet. “Cool.”

Virgil was sketching madly and under his practised hand, one of the chicks slowly came to life. Simple line instinctively placed, shaded and shaped. It was a little mesmerising.

Alan, of course, had watched Virgil draw before. Amongst all the other things. His brother was usually fiddling with something. He had to have something in his hands, whether it was a pencil or paintbrush, piano or Thunderbird, Virgil tended to always have something playing between his fingers.

When Alan was little there had been many a Kansas winter night snuggled up by the fire, curled up beside his brother watching him draw. Sometimes he would dare him to draw outrageous things like Pedro the Peanut-Killing Pickle. There had been odd stories and scribbled down comics. Alan had even tried his hand under a little encouragement from his brother, but he didn’t have the enthusiasm that Virgil had for the art.

Besides, Alan was quite happy to just sit and watch. Rare quiet moments shared with his artistic brother.

They had been getting rarer and rarer.

“Can I sit with you, Virg?”

A brown eye with an arched eyebrow peered at him. “You’re already sitting.” The curve of a smile. “But sure. Just be quiet and don’t make any sudden moves.”

Respectfully whispered. “Okay.”

So, they sat for an unknown length of time. Virgil drew the second chick, and as one of the parent birds landed with the evening meal, its strong wings, talons and beak appeared on the page. Alan watched as the pencil lines grew darker, surer. Virgil switched pencils and they grew darker still, the birds emerging out of the page into three dimensions.

Down below the two chicks guzzled food from their parent.

A loud, awkward screech from above and another eagle was circling overhead, likely the other parent.

In the corner of the page, the bird quickly appeared, wings spread wide, soaring.

The quiet was amazing. Alan wasn’t one to sit still for any length of time, so perhaps he was missing the obvious, but the sound of Virgil’s pencil, the tease of the breeze and the call of the eagle above had only to compete with the waves far below and the rustle of the scrappy forest.

And a pair of squawking, complaining eagle babies.

Gordon would probably have loved this. His fish brother loved the sea, but he loved all the creatures contained in it even more. Despite this preference for water breathers, if you shoved a puppy or a panda in front of him, the man melted into a gooey puddle. Eagle babies would definitely be on the goo list.

“This is nice, Allie.”

“What?”

“Bit like old times, you sitting and watching me draw.”

Alan shrugged. “I’ve always liked to watch you draw. Guess we haven’t had as much time lately.”

The pencil paused. “Yeah.” His brother turned to look at him. “Well, it is good to see you out here. Nice to have your company.” A gentle smile.

“Anytime, bro. Kinda nice out here anyway.”

That smile grew a little before softening. “Well, unfortunately we have to head back now.”

“What?”

“I’ve got to pick up Gordon and Grandma.”

Alan checked his watch. Where the hell had the time gone? He’d been out here…three hours! “Wow, didn’t expect it to be so late.”

Virgil didn’t comment, just smiled a little more as he packed up his sketchbook and pencils.

Alan stood up and stared out across the ocean. A flicker on the surface of the water and he caught sight of a pod of dolphins frolicking in the swell. He stared.

“It’s amazing what you can see if you stop and look.” His brother’s soft voice so close to him made him jump.

“Virg, personal space.”

His brother snorted and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “I don’t think such a thing exists on this island.” That smile again. “Probably why John hides on Five.”

Alan grinned. “You’ve got a point.” And despite his earlier protest, he dropped his head against Virgil’s shoulder and for just a few more moments, they both tracked the dolphins as the cavorted past the Island.

“Can we do this again?”

“Sure.” Virgil slung his pack over his shoulder.

“Great.”

Silence fell, and they stood there a moment longer until Virgil squeezed a little and let go. “C’mon, sprout, time to clamber down the mountain.”

Virgil took the first few steps and Alan followed, throwing one last glance back at the nest now full of the entire family of sea eagles. A sharp beaked head turned in his direction and glared at him.

Alan couldn’t help but smile at the bird before he hurried after his brother.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Alan Tracy #Virgil Tracy #AstroTurf #nuttyfic reblog #thunderfluff

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sunnysviolin · 3 years

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basil: nah, kel and sunny don't like me

kel and sunny: bro we are literally planting flowers that represent our love for you

aubrey in the corner: *silently dies inside over the fact that basil is a silly goose*

Ahhh flowers or consequences my beloved....yes let’s continue this. Also don’t come after me I know that the three plants I chose don’t actually get planted at the same time and they require different kind of light BUT THIS IS FANFIC OKAY SO

They make Basil’s raised flower beds fairly quickly, mostly because Sunny and Kel spend almost all of their time over at Basil’s. Kel designs them as a raised steppe and starts hauling lumber from the junkyard where he can and Fix It’s where he can’t.

Basil and Sunny offer to help, but Kel says it’ll be faster if he does it on his own, so they watch wide eyed as Kel carries giant pieces of wood effortlessly into Basil’s backyard. Sometimes they make side eyes at one another as they watch Kel create the wood boxes, but they usually end up blushing and looking away.

Once Kel is finished with creating the boxes, then it’s time for Sunny’s part. He goes to Angel’s sister and explains his ideas, and she is totally into it. She lets him borrow as much paint as he wants, and he comes back with a design and a plan.

Sunny carefully lays down a primer coat and then begins to sketch out the designs he wants for the sides of the steppes.

He uses soft mints and dark emeralds in large swirls and whirls. He puts in complimentary shades of blue and lays out creeping gold vines. There is no form or shape to it, but it still feels familiar. The abstractness of it is hiding something within.When they ask, Sunny calls it a Vast Forest

Basil thinks his part is next, that he will be the one to place the flowers, but Kel and Sunny ask if they can do it instead. They want to really make it up to Basil, and part of that is finishing up the job by adding the flowers.

They come back with oodles of red in every shade. Kel made three steps and in the middle step they put red tulips, and on both sides they put magnificently large dahlias that are so dark red they’re almost black. Basil loves their striking colors and often runs his fingers down the thousands of petals. The bushes are red camellias, their evergreen leaves offsetting the red well and matching to the painting on the boards.

Aubrey comes to see the final result and they all have lemonade and sandwiches by the flower beds. She says how pretty they are in a very suggestive tone, and compliments Kel on his work in a rare show of comraderie.

Then she asks Basil why he chose those flowers, and he tells her that Sunny and Kel chose them. She begins to laugh, a deep belly laugh with tears in her eyes, and Basil is confused. She looks at the two boys who have turned the same shade of red as the flowers they planted, and then she turns to Basil who still looks totally perplexed.

Basil asks why on earth she is laughing and she gives him a look and then explodes into giggles again. She leaves quickly after with a lot of eyebrow raises and winks towards all three (which only makes Kel and Sunny blush harder and Basil even more confused) and then it’s just them

Basil begins to feel wistful. The beds are gorgeous and the flowers are perfect, but the project is over. Before he can even settle into the gloomy feeling of being alone, Sunny coughs and Kel clears his throat.

Kel says he noticed how the rock wall in the back is starting to crumble and some of the stones almost fell into the beds. He asks if Basil might want help fixing that up

Basil agrees before Kel can even finish his sentence.

#asks #anon #omori #omori headcanons #omori headcanon #omori basil #omori kel #omori sunny #omori aubrey #sunkissed #sunnkissed #omori sunkissed #flowers or consequences #the consequence is love?#I love this series so much #I'm such a sap #thanks nonnie!!#Aubyre: I gotta gay- go

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Marvel’s What If Episode 8 Reaction

What if Ultron won? Is this gonna be a continuation off of the last episode?

I wonder if The Watcher will ever step out of his solely “watching” role. Or if he’ll show up in Dr. Strange Multiverse of Madness

This episode breaks the watchers heart but not the Dr. Strange centered episode???

Ayo? Clint has the invisibility cloak???

Clint is wannabe Bucky? What??? How did he lose his arm?

Poor Russia lmao

Ah man they didn’t get James Spader for Ultron

Oof why do I have the feeling Vision is gonna die again lmao

Bruhhhh how was Thor defeated so easily by Ultron-Vision??? They should both be pretty evenly matched

Lmao wow it’s weird to see Vision talk and have it not be Paul Bettany

LMAO BRUH TONY STARK CAN’T FRIGGIN SURVIVE A SINGLE EPISODE OF THESE THINGS

OH MY GOSH POOR CLINT HE HAS A FAMILY (I mean so did everyone else but damn)

Thanos hi

THANOS BYE??? WHAT???

Wow they really just killed him like that huh? Sooooo why is this vision with the same powers more powerful than sacred timeline vision? And damn guess Thanos is made out of clay. No guts or blood. Although I’m not a fan of gore so I’m not complaining…

Soooo Thanos was a weak chump?

NOT ASGARD

LOKI WAS ON THERE THO

NO NOT THE GUARDIANS

KORG NO

hahaha bye bye grand master

Wow Ego died way too easy too

Oh damn someone knocked him down?

Ayo Captain marvel, you’re a little late. He’s already destroyed like four planets including your own.

Nice Captain marvel. Destroy the planets core. Sounds like a good idea.

Oop there she goes

And all other planets

So like… this is game over… right?

Eh I don’t feel bad for him lmao

Oh no now he’s aware of the multiverse. Nice job.

Bruh if he literally disintegrated all of the planets, why was earth left alone (albeit nuked)

Marvel tryna prove to us that these two unsuper dudes are useful lol. Don’t get me wrong, I like them, Nat is like my favorite, but it’s obvious lol.

Yo it’s the red guardian shield. It’s your dads shield nat!

Oh depressed Clint hours… can’t blame him. All of his friends beside Nat and his family are gone and there’s literally nothing he can do to bring them back…

Cmon buddy. Intervene. Who’s gonna stop ya?

Arnim Zola? I thought it was Armin Zola this whole time lol. Oopsie

I wonder how Zola is the answer?

How have the infinity stones given ultron the ability to see beyond this universe? There’s Time, Space, Power, Mind, Soul, and Reality. But from the Loki show, we know they’re not really all powerful. They only work in their timeline. That begs the question: are different timelines the different multiverses? Or does each multiverse ALSO have multiple timelines? Agh too much thinking.

Cmon buddy, interfere. DO IT.

Clint is in his feels. Cmon Watcher, the sake of the multiverse rests on you.

Oh that code. How did Nat know about it? Oh wait yes this comes after Winter Soldier

Still hope eh? Like… A New Hope? Ehhh??? Ehhh? Ok I’m sorry

AGH ULTRON

welp that does it. We’re doomed. Nice knowing yall

Cmon watcher. You gotta have some powers or something???

We gonna use an evil hydra agent to save the universe eh? Alright

Oh yay they got Toby Jones again yay!!!

Haha Zola you’re cornered into being helped

FIREEEEE

That’s a terrifying image. Why are some sentries crawling on all fours and others climbing the walls???

Headshot

Captain Black Widow-ica (sorry)

Wow Clint how the frick did you fit a metal laser net into an arrow?

Oh yay it worked! But I don’t trust Zola with the ability to move

Oh that should solve that

Sloooooooo mooooooooo

Okay wow Clint you have some OP arrows that make me question why I’ve never seen them before lol

Ah. Yep he’s fallen. I bet Clint is gonna die this episode. Marvels way of appeasing the people who thought he should die instead of Nat in end game.

Good thing their aim sucks

Oh yay Zola is helping

CLINT I KNOW YOU DONT WANT TO FIGHT ANYMORE BUT CMON. You do have at least one thing left to live for and she’s staring you in your face! Yknow, your best friend?

Damn Clint pulling a Natasha

BRUH WHY DIDNT YOU SHOOT A BOMB ARROW AND THEN THE SHIELD ARROW IN THE FIRST PLACE? You could have killed them all AND lived and not left your BEST FRIEND and possibly only other human left all alone! Really dude?

Oh crap yea I forgot ultron is in the area between the multiverses

I love the animation for this fight scene! Feels like a comic!

Cmon watcher man. You gotta have some op powers

Ahhhh there ya go

Oh nvm

Bruh where are we? What planet is this?

Oh there go the forests

Who did you swear an oath to, watcher? Who is your overseer?

ANIME FIGHT GO!

YO IS HE KANG??? (If so I totally called it the first time I saw him)

Bruh do these holes in the multiverse repair themselves or???

Yoooo how did ultron get giant? He’s pulling a friggin Dormammu or Galactus move lol. Eating the Galaxy

Damn there goes the neighborhood

Yo Steve Rogers is president in this dimension

Oh that’s a cool visual. Each punch goes through a universe

Cmon watcher fight back!

Cmon watcher bro you gotta do something

Ayo doctor strange again?

Soooo who did the watcher make the oath to tho??????? Who’s in charge of him? Why is Dark Dr. Strange allowed to leave the dimension he destroyed?

The episode is over? Soooo they must be continuing directly from this episode in the next one… right? I mean, they kinda have to right? Seeing as the watcher is involved directly now?

Also, at the beginning, the watcher said this one makes him sad… so has he seen this universe before but only on this watching ultron has broken out? Or was that the watcher from the future looking back on it?

I wonder if this show will have any impact on the upcoming films, or if they’ll be an isolated experience within the show?

Soooo I’m assuming sometime during the watchers planning with dr strange, ultron goes to party thor world? Cmon man leave my Jotun loki alone.

Oh heartbeat sounds at the end of the credits? I wonder why

Well this episode was very unexpected and tense. I can’t wait for next week’s episode!

#marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel studios #marvel what if…?#marvel’s what if #marvel’s what if…?#what if #what if…?

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mamamittens · 3 years

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Long Awaited LoZ Thoughts

I’d like to start this off by explaining my background. I have a BA in English with a minor in Humanities. I have lived all my life in the Bible Belt of America, so my PoV of this series is inevitably going to be, at least in part, from the perspective of a Western-centric, Christianity-influenced woman. I have grown up with a deep interest in folk tales and mythology though, and took several classes on ancient cultures, so my base knowledge of religion all over the world is broader than what you’d probably expect. I am not religious myself, I’m actually agnostic. And this is just an in-universe look at the very strange religion of Hyrule. So, to make things easier, let’s just put aside the obvious meta issues with this world. The wonky timeline, complex lore changes between said timelines, and the fact that the whole series has clearly grown wildly over the course of its development without an overarching plot. The game mechanics being game mechanics. All of it. This whole thing will just be me trying to make sense of the world without the ‘it’s just a game, bro’ crutch. I will be drawing on what I know from the many games I’ve played myself, so if I don’t mention a big piece of lore from a specific game, it’s because I didn’t play it. Go ahead and rule out the early games before Ocarina of Time, as that’s the first game in the series I can remember playing. I was legitimately too young to have ever played anything prior to that, having been born in 1996. Now let’s get started, shall we?

So, obviously everyone knows that the LoZ world is said to begin with the three goddesses. Din, Nayru, and Farore came together to create the world and before they yote themselves out of the narrative as direct players, they created the Triforce. A powerful artifact capable of granting a wish and giving their respective bearers undefined power. This is directly from Ocarina of Time and we see their symbol, the Triforce, all over the many games with very few exceptions. Now, to be clear, having a polytheistic religion with three main gods is hardly new. Hinduism has three main gods after all (Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva), and depending on your flavor of Christianity, you have the holy trinity (God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit). There’s even the Celtic goddesses that come specifically in threes (collectively called The Morrigan; Eriu, Fodla, and Banba). This isn’t an exhaustive list of three divine beings, by the way, just know that three is a weird trend in western-centric stories, including religion. But what’s different about the three Hyrule Goddesses? Well, they’re weirdly small for big shot gods. Let me explain.

So, the three Hindu gods I mentioned earlier each handle a specific aspect. Creation, destruction, and preservation, not necessarily in that order though (which god does what isn’t the point, so just roll with me here). These are very broad and powerful subjects. Christianity is much the same, even though it’s a monotheistic religion. God is literally an all-powerful, omniscient, omnipotent deity. Jesus is his son who gave his life to basically forgive all sin. And I’m not totally clear on the Holy Spirit, but these three are clearly Big Deals with Big Ideas behind them. A good rule of thumb for old religion is that the older the deity, the wider the scope of their job or what they represent. Which makes sense. If you had to personify the forces of the universe, you’d probably start with the sun instead of like… whatever god is responsible for the creation of rice specifically. The bigger and scarier the natural force, the bigger deal that god usually is, putting aside politics and cultural trends. Egypt is a good example of this, as their roster of gods tended to change a lot depending on who was Pharaoh at the time and wherever the city center was. Horus is the god of the sun, or at least one of them, and is generally considered king of the gods. Which makes perfect sense for a land largely made up of a desert.

But what are the three goddesses’ rulers of? Power, Wisdom, and Courage. Each with clear elemental associations and people that are obviously affiliated with them. Nayru, Goddess of Wisdom, is clearly associated with water and likely has a close connection with the Zora. Din, Goddess of Power, is associated with fire and has clear connection with the Gerudo (unclear if the same goddess as the one present in the desert temple in Ocarina of Time). Farore, Goddess of Courage, is associated with all things green and of the earth, including the child-like race of Kokiri who perpetually inhabit the forest. Sure, these are broad topics, but not really… the first thing you’d think of for creators of the universe, are they? And it raises the question about the Hyrule people, who are said to be able to hear the gods due to their pointed ears… let’s put a pin in that and move on.

So, we know there are many gods in this universe, primarily because we meet them. For example, Zephos, God of Winds, in Wind Waker. But he’s clearly a fairly forgotten god, as he shares a shrine with Cylcos, God of Cyclones, which is about as bare as it can be. Just what appears to be a Tori gate with two stone monuments with the simple notes to summon them, almost completely out of the way. Which… I mean, I don’t know many gods with their extension number written on their monuments. That would kind of like going to church on Sunday and seeing “Hit me up if you need me, J-Boy 555-TAKE THE WHEEL” written on the podium. And remember, this is a world and game where the gods actively flooded the world and would therefore hold or have held enough power to directly interfere with Hyrule.

And Skyward Sword clearly has divine beings, one of which even flooded a whole area, though they’re subservient to Hylia. Who we will get back to later, I promise. The three dragons (again, that magic number), capable of divine power, though where that power comes from in unclear. The dragons are of a high status though, as evident by their servants and clear reference to high-class dress of their clothes. These dragons are revered, but clearly not worshipped, much like nobles in that regard. A curious note is the parallels to the three goddesses, and how the symbols are muddled and mixed for these dragons.

Lanayru clearly has the symbols associated with the Zora, and by extension Nayru, but is yellow. He also is saved by time travel used to grow a magic fruit, which Link often uses (time travel) in many games to advance the plot himself (and wouldn’t you know it, but mixing blue with yellow does produce green. Weird). Faron is the water dragon who flooded an area, and she is almost entirely blue (as well as unsettling to look at), surrounded by a species clearly related to the Zora though closer to octopi. But her name is Faron, which is weirdly close to Farore’s name, not Nayru. I mean, they are close to locations that resemble their names of course, but it’s still an interesting note. Finally, there’s Eldin, clearly bearing a symbol associated with the Gerudo without any strange mixes of symbols for the series. Oddly, he’s also the most open of the three dragons, especially considering the Gerudo’s traditional stance of being a ‘no-sausage’ club. Not terribly relevant, but I just thought it was interesting to point out. You can consider the Giants in Majora’s Mask on the same level as them, though their status is unclear (Since they’re summoned by a song and can stop the moon from falling, they probably straddle the line between mortal and divine).

Now, spirits also exist in this world, both as the ghostly variety and the more pseudo-divine. Not to be confused with actual divinity. Divine being can be spirits, but not all spirits are divine. In this context, spirits can be defined more as being of power capable of granting aid in return for something. Zephos can change the winds if called upon, but you don’t need to feed him, for example. But the spirits in Twilight Princess need aid before they can help you. And they’re also not very independent and are able to be fooled easily, which isn’t usually a god-like quality. While more physically present than the three goddesses, they’re also not strictly tangible, and seem to be extremely limited to their location. At best, these spirits could be classified as minor deities below the gods we see in Wind Waker. They also share the same abilities in keeping the realm of Twilight from falling over the land of Hyrule, as well as their weakness to parasites of undetermined origin. An interesting note is that they all seem to live in bodies of water. Let’s put a pin in that one too.

Someone that also counts as a spirit would be Fi and her counterpart, Ghirahim. Literally two halves of the same coin, these two are both very limited in power and function. They don’t represent anything on their own and are very dependent on others to achieve results. How or why they were made is unclear, but it is obvious that both were forged at some point, and clearly gained sentience. Even their personalities and allegiances are a bit odd. Fi for her sci-fi appearance and calculating personality in a fantasy land, and Ghirahim for his… well, everything. I don’t know why the root of all evil would make his weapon a full-tilt diva, let alone on purpose. Ghirahim always struck me as odd since his bombastic personality seemed to clash with his ultimate fate of just being a weapon for Demise.

Okay, so the Great Fairies are weird, okay?! Like, really weird. They act as spirits (I can’t think of any that aren’t restricted to a body of water in some form), but are very independent. They also don’t necessarily need anything from Link to offer assistance. Sometimes, just opening the fairy fountain is enough to gain items needed to progress. And there’s also the fact that fairies heal you upon ‘death’, though with a limited heart capacity. Sometimes they need you to do something though, like the Breath of the Wild fairies need rupees to function or items to upgrade equipment. They also usually look human, like Majora’s Mask Great Fairies are clearly just… giant women with color coded accessories. But like, they float. Where Great Faires come from, or even just regular fairies, is unclear. Until Wind Waker, Great Faires were adults. But when you finally meet the real Great Fairy in Wind Waker it’s… a child. With a doll that looks just like the ‘Great Fairies’ you’ve seen along the way. This sort of implies that Great Fairies age and die, though clearly with a different lifetime than most races in Hyrule (the child Great Fairy also only looks somewhat human compared to other Great Fairies, so make of that what you will). And it also implies that all the adult Great Fairies are dead (you’re welcome for that depressing thought), with the last one trapped in a hollow tree only accessible by the power of a God.

In Breath of the Wild, the Great Fairies are both diminished but more powerful. They literally are stuck in a giant flower with water in it, with few fairies around them, and require riches to get stronger. The connection to their new restrictions to this need for material wealth is unclear. It’s also interesting to note that their fountains are no longer places that appear to be man-made holy temples and they seem to be out of the way… well, for a given value of ‘out of the way’ (looking at you ninja village). These fairies can accomplish more tasks, but certainly won’t be doing it for free or with minimal effort. A far cry from their first appearances (no, I don’t consider using explosives a difficult task).

But Fairies are also companions with nebulous tasks, such as in Ocarina of Time, where Tatl follows Link until the end of the game. And Kokiri have their own fairy as a sign of whatever accounts for adulthood in their race. The Skull Kid in Majora’s Mask has two fairy friends who seemed to have been either lost or abandoned. Who or what gives them purpose and life is unclear, though the Great Deku Tree from Ocarina of Time can give commands, it doesn’t seem to be something he does normally? As a side note, it’s really not clear what, if anything he can actually do. Though the relative safety of the surrounding area is clearly tied with his wellbeing in all iterations, he doesn’t seem to directly influence it, or be capable of self-defense.

Now, onto the elephant in the room! Hylia! Who the hell is this?! A more recent entry to the series, her divine roll is unclear (though she clearly guards the Triforce in some capacity). It can be assumed that she’s somehow a goddess tied directly to the Hylian people, but when she appeared is up for debate. Timeline wise, it’s almost like knowledge of her was suppressed for some reason, giving rise to the Triforce mythos we all know and love without hide or hair of her seen. We know that she favored the original Link greatly, enough to shed her divinity to be reborn as a mortal and assist him. How or why is also unclear, though it wouldn’t be unfair to assume she loved him, as divine ladies holding an affair with a mortal isn’t uncommon in mythology (or even male gods doing the same, before anyone brings up Zeus). But she makes a resurgence in Breath of the Wild, with statues and everything, with the three goddesses left to only vague references in the background. Which is super weird, though not uncommon for places like Ancient Egypt. The fact that the ruling family was literally descendant from a goddess is what makes it weird though, since any monarchy worth their salt would milk that until the peasant folk revolted and made a new religion to justify killing a god.

Zelda in every incarnation is literally descendant from the original and still held at least a fraction of that divine power. So much so that a cornerstone of a powerful religious artifact inevitably ends up in her hands (or on the back of her right hand, as it were). But what is Hylia a Goddess of? We don’t know. It’s never said. Anywhere. And that’s super weird, even for a ubiquitous deity. Sure she’s a Goddess of Hyrule but… what does that mean? That can’t be all she is? Her reincarnation is literally locked in a generational struggle against the forces of darkness! What can she do as a Goddess? Well, she makes Link stronger in return for items, but that seems to be it. In Ocarina of Time, Zelda was capable of sending Link back to the past, but that was with a magic item. And we know Hylia isn’t the Goddess of Time, because Zelda references her in Majora’s Mask (sequel to Ocarina of Time, therefore implying that there are more gods unmentioned at that time), when Hylia should be mortal or at least fragmented (because Zelda exists at the time with powers and a Triforce piece). The Guardian of Time in Hyrule Warriors also fell in love with Link before splitting into Cia and Lana (and was unable to fuse back together again), so it’s unlikely that she’s the Goddess of Time Zelda was referring to, though that detail is interesting to note. No, I will not discuss if Hyrule Warriors is canon (either game), as this is already long enough as it is.

So, that brings us to Ganon, or in his original form, Demise. Which… what’s up with that? Who is this guy? He directly opposes the gods and just… gets away with it! Repeatedly! Sure, he loses most of the time, but still. It’s unclear where Demise came from, or even what he is, though judging by Ghirahim’s ‘Demon Lord’ title, it can be assumed that he is some type of demon himself. And that the many monsters we see are also considered demons, which makes sense with how they always work for Demise (or his many iterations) in some form or another. Considering how much it takes to simply seal him away, he can’t be just a demon though.

Demise obviously pulled the same trick Hylia did, which directly sets him up as a counterpart to her, but what does it mean? Why would he do that? What is Demise that he can’t be beat with the power of a Goddess alone and needs not only a brave knight but a blade literally made to counter him? Within the context of religion, the best guess I can make is that he’s some form of a God of Darkness, possibly also Temptation, Greed, and Pigs Corruption. It fits within the narrative since power is often the strongest form of temptation and we know that demons capable of opposing the gods exist. The Horned Statue literally takes Hylia’s blessings in exchange for wealth, and was turned into a statue for it. What it stands to gain from any of it is unclear, but interestingly enough, Hylia doesn’t mind that it closely resembles her own statues. So, this raises the question… why isn’t Demise a forgotten statue somewhere along a dusty road? How did he curse(?) both a reborn goddess and a human in an eternal struggle for the fate of Hyrule?

Being a god is about the only explanation for why he can do the things that he does. It explains why, in every incarnation, he ends up a rule (like Zelda). How he controls so many different species with ease. He corrupts the conflicted as easily as breathing. An interesting note is how Demise in his many forms usually ends up corrupting once good forces in some way, typically with parasites or evil spirits. And with this context, Hylia must be a Goddess of Light, and possibly some form of Will and Purity to oppose Demise’s power. It would also make her a good candidate for looking after the Triforce in that case. And yet we don’t know any of this for sure either, which is, again, very strange considering their presence from the very beginning. Literally.

Now, I want to mention the temples as a last point before wrapping this up, because it has bothered me since I was a wee little whipper snapper. For a place of worship, they sure are hard to navigate, even when they’re empty of monsters. And it’s not like Hyrule doesn’t get this, because the Temple of Time in Ocarina of Time is straight up a church. Just… without pews, so clearly not perfect, but it is possible for people to come in and… worship time, I guess. And no, not the Goddess of Time, because there’s no statue for that. I mean, I know it’s secretly hiding the Master Sword, but it is definitely a church otherwise. What a normal service looks like I can’t say for sure, but it’s definitely not like literally any other temples we see.

Now, I know it’s a little hard to remember, but temples are usually places where one goes to worship the gods (or even just a god). And we know gods exist in a very real way in Hyrule! They still manage to name Zelda the same thing despite having seemingly buried their divine origins, so some knowledge of gods walking the mortal realm exists. But the temples/dungeons we see usually don’t have much in the way of religious iconography, with a few exceptions (interestingly it’s typically the desert area that actually has statues and could feasibly have had a real capacity for worship). You want to be a devout follower of a god anywhere else? Well, fuck you. Hope you brought a sword and a good pair of boots. If you’re allowed inside at all, since it’s usually the local leaders that are only allowed inside for some reason. And most games don’t seem to have very religious people, despite all the references to divinity. Not like we’d expect them to, at least. And I personally can’t blame them. If I tried to join a religion but found only a wall as an entrance, I’d be pretty disheartened too. Then I’d be pretty pissed to find out I needed not only a royal instrument handed down the monarchy, but their freaking lullaby to even get in to the place of worship. But we know they pray to the gods at least semi-often, since that’s one of the inciting incidences in Wind Waker. And they have offering to statues of Hylia.

The temples suggest the bar to impress the gods is pretty high, and not in a ‘sacrifice your eldest child’ kind of way. To even get the chance to reach the inner chambers you better hope it’s been kept well and that you didn’t skip leg day recently. Something I didn’t really mention before is that usually, the less involved the gods are, the more independent the people are from worship. If you worry that your local deity will flood your fields, you’re probably leaving regular offerings at their nearby shrine or temple. But if you know that the gods don’t care about literally anything you do, why worship them at all? Why make statues, art, or temples? Why bother with any of it? The answer is you don’t. So these highly selective temples are pretty weird unless you go with the idea the gods are just really done with people and never want to talk to them unless absolutely necessary.

So, I’ve rambled for over twelve pages now. What’s the point? What does any of this mean? I’m honestly not sure, but I have a sinking feeling that there’s some serious shit going on in the Hyrule pantheon. Mortals have been mostly abandoned to their doom. Gods cast out and forgotten entirely. And somehow advanced civilizations keep forming and getting destroyed with only remnants left behind with zero explanation. Assuming the original gods are even alive at this point, which I’m not entirely certain of. Their death certainly explains how Demise/Ganon keeps getting stronger, looking less and less Hylian as time goes on, if he looks humanoid to begin with.

I wouldn’t even assume it’s entirely voluntary at this point either, as Ganon clearly doesn’t have the same motivations in every incarnation (see my previous post about Wind Waker). I’m rather excited about Breath of the Wild 2, as the implications of dehydrated husk Ganon is compelling. Particularly in light of the character development Link and Zelda have received in the first Breath of the Wild. I wouldn’t be surprised if Ganon/Demise turns out to be a fallen god trying to get back home (a nice parallel to Wind Waker, actually), cast out as a scape goat. Blamed for every form of corruption and greed that naturally follows in his wake. I think I said this before, but it is interesting that he is always reborn among the Gerudo, a race famously all females. Sometimes thieves, but nearly always in a position that would naturally crave power to take control of their lives compared to Hylians. Regardless of the consequences.

Is it true? I don’t know. Probably not, but the fact that I can draw these conclusions in three hours of writing is pretty neat. I have a lot of feelings about this franchise, having grown up with it, but I eagerly await what comes next. And I should probably go to bed. Make of all this what you will.

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moonstoneunivs · 2 years

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Sons of Crystal Forest

Part 1

Title screen in expensive animation.

Cut to the Son house

Goku and Chi chi getting things prepared for a two week camping trip.

Goku

Thank you honey, I hope you and the girls won't be too lonely without us.

Chi chi

OH Goku, I’ve survived you being gone for months and you being dead twice, I think I’ll live.

Chi chi looks at a picture of Her, Goten and Gohan alone.

Chi chi

Just please make sure you’ll come back in one piece.

Goku grabs Chi chi close and kisses her

Goku

I’m done with being gone I’m ready to be here with all of you

Cuts down to the kitchen, Goten watching tv and Videl and pan help Gohan get ready

Pan

Daddy going

Gohan

Yes princess, but when daddy gets back, we’re going to play all day… thanks babe you know me I only know how to pack a school bag

Videl

And it’s mostly just notebooks and like one pen… by the way is trunks going or anyone else going with you?

Goten

No, Trunks, Bulla and Bonnie and Clyde are going to Volo island, which funny enough they own.

Videl

How about…

Goten

Oolong’s been drafted, Tien and Yamcha are renewing their vows, Krillin and 18 are booked on their staycation, Piccolo is taking a decade long nap and the less I say about Roshi the better

Videl and the rest look confused

Videl

Anyway Me, mom and this little lady are going to unwined

Videl looks around

Videl

(Chi chi has been driving me up the WALL I’m going to take her for spa if it kills her)

Goku enters the room

Goku

Are my boys ready!?!

Gohan and Goten

YES! Sure.

Cuts to them outside

Chi chi

GOKU, DON’T FORGET YOUR JACKET!

Goku

Honey it's going to be warm at nigh…

Chi chi

GOKU YOU ARE NOT GETTING ANOTHER COLD!!!

Goku takes the jacket

Gohan

Be super good, for mommy and grandma, *boop* *boop**boop**boop*

Pan

Giggles

Gohan looks into Videls eyes

Kami I love you

They kiss

Goten on the phone

Yes Jessica the 3rd, no Rebecca ours is the 4th and Chelsey, wear the blue one… no the dark blue one.

Chi chi takes the phone she looks angry

Won’t be needing this

Goku

okay bye every, let’s get going boys, I want to be at Crystal Forest before the fish fall asleep.

Videl

Oh, this is going to be nice for them to… Pan do not touch that… to get some guy time and just relax with… Pan! I said put it down! Anyway let’s get lunch started.

Chi chi

Let’s, I’m just going to get the mail.

Chi chi goes to the mailbox and takes out three letters and gets to the last one and her eyes look scared

Son boys walking the path

Goten

Dad I’m already sleepy can you carry my stuff

Goku

Okay

Goten

And me

Goten gets on Goku’s shoulders and rest on his head in goku’s hair

Gohan

Dad!

Goku

What, my little boy is sleepy

Rustle in the bushes we close in a sinister pair of eyes

!!!

*laugh that sounds like minecraft eating*

Cuts to a dark room with figures on podiums, the one in the middle speaks

Leader

Prid, you have returned what have you found

Prid

The son men are going on a little camping trip, they’re right for the picking my King

Leader

Good, the saiyan blood will be ours! AND ONCE WE SUCK THEM DRY THEY’LL KNOW WHO IS THE ONLY VILLAIN IS!!!

(While he’s talking we see a big gorilla like henchmen trying to eat a snake like member looking longingly at the leader)

They all laugh

$$$

Sire why don’t we just start collecting the dragon balls and get some real power

Leader

Sadly not for another 4 months

The one in the Leader drops a round white stone, then a woman in all red raises a crab claw

XXX

Sire, may I have the young one… Goten I believe that cuties name is

Leader

You may keep his empty husk, Luz

Luz

Even BETTER!!!

Leader

Anyway, be off with all of you, go out and bring me their blood!

Back to the son, boys setting up the tent.

Goten

Bro I can not wait get my tan on, it’s how Lucy likes it

Gohan

Which side piece is she

Goten flips him off while smiling

Goku

Alright, we have all our sleeping bags, grill, tub and snacks

Gohan

On snacks on snacks on snacks

Goku

So what do you boys want to do first

Gohan

Well Videl gave me this camera so hiking

Goten

I’m down

Son boys walking in the forest

Gohan

Goten look it’s a phizzle bird

Goten

Don’t those things hate bright flashes

Gohan

Don’t be ridiculous

Goten

Dude you taught me that when I was 10

Gohan

It’s not even on fla-

*CLICK* *FLASH*

The bird looks right at Gohan and starts pecking at his head

Goku & Gohan start laughing their asses off and Goten takes the camera and does a selfie

We see more of them climbing and hiking and laughing with each other all the while Prid and another henchmen who’s made of gold spying on them

They get back to camp

Goten

That was great

They all freeze, all their food in gone

Gohan

Damn racoons

Goku

Well looks like we’re fishing

Goku starts taking off his clothes

Gohan

Dad are you sure you should be doing that

Goku

What we’ve all seen eachother naked

Goten

This is why I don’t bring girls over dad

Gohan

Yes, but this is public camping grounds and we did bring swimwear

Goku

Come on who’s going to notice

Luz in a nearby tree has to be pulled back by all of her comrades

They then all splash around in the water catching fish

Back to the girls

Videl

Chi chi that was great, but now I have a surprise for everyone

Pan

What is it mommy!

Videl

A SPA DAY!

Chi Chi

NO!

Videl

Why not?

Chi chi darts her eyes around

Chi chi

I just want to stay here and clean

Pan

Grandma, you do that everyday let’s go and relax

Videl

Pan lock the door and let’s go

Chi chi

Wait, I have to iron Goku’s clothes

Videl

They’ll only get wrinkled again

Chi chi

I have to do the taxes

Videl

We all know Goku does that

Chi chi

I have-

Videl

To have a good time and relax for once in your life

Cuts to the spa and them getting all pampered up we even see Pan in a kid spa area

Videl

Isn’t this nice!

Chi chi is silent

Videl

You what Gohan’s been doing lately, he’s been dancing to disco right before he falls asleep

Chi chi still silent

Videl

So are you enjoying yourself

Chi chi

Sure, look I have to get dinner ready

Videl takes the deepest of breathes

Videl

Chi chi what is up!?!

Chi chi pulls Videl close and harshly whispers

Chi chi

OKAY SO WHEN GOKU DIED… AGAIN, I DIDN’T WANT GOHAN TO FIGHT AND GOTEN WAS JUST BORN!

Videl

Where is this going

Chi chi

I FELT ALL ALONE AND UNPROTECTED SO I DID SOMETHING DRASTIC I HIRED SOME GANGSTERS TO PROTECT MY FAMILY

Videl

:0 … from what?

Chi chi

I was not thinking straight I thought more evil bug men and androids would come after us

THEY JUST SENT ME A LETTER

Gangsters letter

Dear chi chi

It has been 20 years since you’ve hired us and we want it so pay up or we’ll kill you and your family.

Anyway have a good day,

Jake

Videl

Direct, but Chi chi it’s okay we can go to Krillin with this

Chi chi

Shakes her head

Videl

Well dad will gives us the money

Chi chi

No, I'm sick of staying back and not doing anything IT'S TIME TO FIGHT!

Videl completely understanding nods

Videl

Me and Pan are ready

Chi chi

I’m not going to let Pan get involved in this

We suddenly move to the front door

THIS IS A ROBBERY!!! PUT ALL THE LAVENDER LOTION IN THE BAG!

Pan

HIYA!

Pan then chops the man right in the stomach

Videl gives Chi chi a look

Back with the boys drag nets filled with fish

Goku

That was great boys, we’ll eat for days

Gohan turns to Goten

More like a day ;)

That night we see them eating and having a good time, Goten sitting politely on a log and Goten sitting in his dad's lap

Goku

So Goten finished with school, now what?

Goten

More school like with Goten

Gohan

It’s not all bad and you’re not a dweeb like me maybe you’ll make friends

Goten rolls his eyes

Goku

I remember when I had to work so damn hard on the farm just to get you through your first year

Goten

Yeah, because Mr. Asshat wouldn’t just give you and Videl money

Gohan

Goten! There’s a reason he would have been bankrupt if he paid for both of us

Goku

I just don’t know what we’re going to do about you

Goten

I could stay home with you and you could train me to become stronger, like you promised

Gohan

Mom would love that

Goku

Haha, well sure, yeah, we can do that until we build up the money

Goten

Then I can make some money at the tournaments

Gohan looks up at the stars

Gohan

That reminds me when you and me dad were in the time chamber preparing for the cell games, those were the best moments of my childhood and maybe even life

Goku

Man… I wish I was there for you kids more, I wish I didn’t die, I wish I didn’t sacrifice myself and stayed dead; because of some crap I thought about myself

Gohan

Dad we love you and we hold nothing against you

Goku

I know, but it’s just… I feel like sometimes… piccolo’s your real dad

Goten and Gohan look at eachother and burst out laughing

Goku

What?

Goten

Dad, really?

Goku

Yes, look at all the stuff he does for you

Gohan

Yes, he’s a great friend, loves kids, but he’s not my parent who I love, when you were gone he wasn’t there for me neither

Goten

Also let’s talk about that training or as I like to call it, bullying

They all laughed

Gohan

He is amazing with Pan though and I don’t even know every other child is like call 911, but she treats her better than me

Goku

*laughs* thanks kids I feel better now

It goes silent for a bit

Goten

Dad you know how I always say the shoe will be on the other foot

Goku nods

Goten

It’s just I always wanted to be stronger than you, but it’s more like I want to be you, I heard stories of you and how you had so much love and yet so much power (cries) You are my everything dad I love you so much

Goku embracesses Goten

Goten

You kids are my everything, all I want you kids to be is yourselves and buddy I know for a fact the shoe will be on the other foot, you’ll go ultra mega instinct super great ape saiyan.

Goten laughed and dried his tears

They start going to bed

Goku holds Goten by the shoulders

Goku

Buddy are you okay to be here

Goten

Yeah, yeah dad I’m just glad I got that off my chest

Goku

Ok, I love you my sweet boy, with all my heart

Gohan walk out in his Teddy bear underwear

Goten

Bro, really?

Gohan

What?

Goten

I think Pan’s diaper’s had less embarrassing prints!

Gohan

They hug my waist and are cozy

Goten

Are… are they ladies panties

Goku

Do you wanna talk about-?

Gohan

Say what you want I’m secure!

They all go to bed

We then see a silhouette of similar shadowy figures

Prid

Do you have the syringe, Graedig?

Graedig pulls out a sharp shiny needle

Hey guys so this is something new I'm writing a script for this DB movie and it's about Goku, Gohan and 18-year-old Goten (because this little bitch needs to grow up) go camping... and that's it (JK) vampires are involved. Hope you enjoy this is something new for me. This is part 1

#goku #Gohan #Goten #dragon ball #movie #script #Part 1

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imnotrevealingmyname · 3 years

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When A God Gets Lost

Chapter 1

Summary: There are bad ways to travel; then, there are terrible ways to travel. Teleporting to another dimension through the Æther is the latter, apparently. But as the old Bengali adage goes, even tigers will eat grass when they're starving.

Maybe a Midgardian from a different dimension isn't such a bad travel companion after all.

Author's note: This is my submission for the @allaboardthereadingrailroad 's Marvel Diversity Challenge. The OFC is an Indian- a Bengali, more specifically.

Tags: @what-just-happened-bro @is-it-madness @myraiswack @green-valkyrie @teenagereadersciencenerd @ohdearhiddles @whatafuckingdumbass @poetic-fiasco @mrs-wolfhard @your-favourite-skittles @lehuka123 @kellatron55 @shiningloki @latent-thoughts @outlawangel2020 @loki-yoursaviourishere

Warnings: Gore, mild violence, mentions of death.

Loki had known this would come to pass. He had known what he had signed up for, when he'd agreed to accompany Thor to Svartalfheim.

He'd even welcomed his own death.

At the time, the sweet prospect of release had seemed to be a gift from Valhalla.

So he hadn't tried to stop it from happening.

Except, he had.

Blood dripping from his mouth, Loki struggled to let go of strings of seiðr desperately anchoring him to his body.

Dust settled on his mottled blue skin. His ears were ringing, and blacks spots seemed to have been tattooed into his retinas.

If not for the pain, Loki would've laughed at the irony of the situation. Once again, despite all his orchestrations, he was a helpless spectator, strung tight while instincts battled brain.

White hot pain seared his entire body, radiating from the wound to his extremities, as he fought to make the tendrils of seiðr retreat. Unfortunately, it was tied to his genes, bound intricately to the essence of his consciousness. It kept him from slipping into the much anticipated slumber, tightening its hold exponentially.

Numbly, Loki thought of all the times he had heard people talk about life flashing before one's eyes before the final rest settled in.

Loki saw nothing, however. The only thing that passed before his eyes was the dreaded vision of violet sparks of seiðr curling around his own, slowly drawing his life force from him.

The salt of his tears mixed with the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. This helplessness was something he had vowed to never fall into, ever again. But here he lay, defeated yet victorious, in a veritable stream of his own blood, fighting the very instincts that had brought him thus far in life.

Odin, Frigga, Thor… Asgard. They had all taken everything from him, everything he had ever treasured. Self worth, family, his very identity…

Loki had hoped that he could find it in death. Who he really was.

But no, he had been stripped of that luxury, too. Not once, not twice… several times. Twice at his behest, and several times at another's, humiliated and agonized.

Maybe I should stop fighting.

But that wasn't who he was. Loki may not have known who he truly was, but he knew what he wasn't. He had never been one to stop fighting.

But what am I fighting for? Will this right my transgressions? Their transgressions?

Maybe sometimes… to stop fighting was to land the ultimate blow.

Gasping for breath, pain ripping his innards to shreds, he looked down at his midriff. There it was; his seiðr. The only measure of identity he had left. It was flowing from his fingers, from his mouth, weaving between his wounds, holding him together in every sense.

Loki's head fell back as he gave in to it, letting his instincts take over.

He didn't know how much effect his seiðr would have, but seeing as he couldn't do anything about it, apparently…

Unfortunately, he had underestimated the power of his own magicks. Seiðr, in every form, was sentient in its own right. Unbeknownst to Loki, continuous exposure to two infinity stones had affected his own magic in several subtle ways. Seiðr learns from itself and grows- he had learnt this even before he knew how to speak complete sentences.

Never had he thought that magic of such cosmic levels could mingle with his own.

Until he saw a few straggling fragments of the Æther hovering around his limp form.

In its urgency to revive him, his seiðr had drawn the Æther to itself, having turned into something resembling a magnet for cosmic powers.

To his horror, the bloodred fragments of the Æther clustered around him, forming a small tornado of dust and seiðr, swooping in to throw an eerie light over him.

The light only grew in intensity. The pain was lessening- his body was almost completely numb now. Wind howled in his ears, and flashes of green and red blinded him.

Satisfied with its work, his seiðr rose to greet the Æther.

Loki had been completely pinned to the ground. He struggled to look down, and saw that the wound had healed almost all the way through- enough to let him survive.

Immediately, he tried to draw back the seiðr. Enough damage had been done, he didn't need any more adventures.

The seiðr had other ideas, apparently.

Green and red danced together, shimmering and singing a shrill, haunting tune that rattled Loki to the core, producing a stab of pain in his gut.

Oh. His seiðr could only do so much. The spear that had impaled him must've been poisoned…

Which meant that his control over his seiðr was limited, and it knew it.

And thus, it was trying to regain strength by sapping it off the one of the most dangerous entities in all of the Realms.

Unlike normal seiðr, the Æther- as well as the other Infinity Stones- needn't be bound to an individual. They had their own separate existence.

Loki didn't even want to know what might happen if it bound itself to him.

Unfortunately, the velocity of the mingling magicks was growing, forming a pitch black void above him.

Fuck.

A sound of surprise and shock was the last thing that left his mouth before he was sucked into the vortex.

A deep rumble ran through the entirety of Svartalfheim when the dust settled- almost as though the Realm heaved a sigh of relief.

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Aakshya's head hurt. Half an hour on the Arambagh local train with two three year olds bawling their lungs out less than two metres away could do that to anyone.

The last few days weighed down on her. It was all so surreal. Her last living relative- the last one she had been on good terms with, anyway- was gone.

Aakshya sighed softly, adjusting her glasses as her eyes filled with tears. She blinked them away. It wasn't surprising, not really. Her great aunt had been quite aged, but losing her was still a blow she wasn't quite prepared to deal with.

At least here, she could mourn in peace.

The Chandur forest had always been her happy place. After very long weeks at work, she had a habit of spending the weekend in a small resort here, sometimes. It was just quiet enough to help her recuperate.

The resort was still half an hour away. She decided to take her time today.

The sky was darkening, and she could see the moon through the spaces between the canopies of the trees.

The moon seemed larger today. Or maybe that was just the tears in her eyes.

She sped up a little, a prickly feeling spreading over her nape.

Were the trees rustling a bit more than usual? No, that must've been the wind… right?

Aakshya stopped dead in her tracks, clutching her bag tightly.

To her right, someone stumbled in the dark, groaning deeply and uttering a string of incoherent words in a language she couldn't recognize.

Maybe it was just the owner of the resort... Though why would she be here? Wouldn't she be at the resort itself?

"Sukanya Di, tumi?"she called out timidly. "Tumi ekhane ki korcho?" Is that you, Sukanya? What are you doing here?

She whipped around, frightened.

The sight that greeted her eyes was unnerving.

A blue-skinned, armour-clad man, covered in blood, was half sprawled on the ground, chest heaving as he struggled to rise.

The weirdest thing was that he was surrounded by red and green light that seemed to be trying to enter his body.

Aakshya stumbled backwards- but then she yelped when the man's hand shot forward and grabbed her upper arm, preventing her from fleeing.

"What is this place?"he rasped, using her as support to pull himself up to full height. Aakshya's eyes widened- he was over a foot taller than her, and he seemed to have been impaled clean through his chest.

Judging from the blood, the wound was fresh; but it was already closing in front of her eyes.

What in the world-

"I asked you something, mortal,"he snapped, shaking her a little. It affected his balance, apparently, because he swayed dangerously, catching himself by steadying himself against a nearby tree.

"Are you- is this some kind of a prank?"she squeaked, trying to pry his fingers off of her.

The man growled, and then coughed up a little more blood. "Answer the bloody question, girl."

"Earth, we're on Earth,"Aakshya managed, now fighting to get out of his hold. "Unhand me, you-"

If the fact that a man who had been impaled quite recently was stronger than her was a matter of concern, it didn't strike her then, as she attempted to scratch and bite him. The man merely grunted in annoyance, retaliating by giving her another shake.

"You're lying,"he snarled. "This cannot be Midgard."

"I don't know what's going on, but-"

"Unless… no…" He seemed to be speaking to himself now, though his scarlet eyes were on her.

It was completely dark now, and Aakshya was in the hold of some creep in a forest.

Well, I'm fucked.

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Loki couldn't believe how bad his luck was. His chest stung with every laboured breath, and the Æther was still swirling around him, and now he had been transported to a different dimension.

He could feel it.

Which meant…

There were two of him in this dimension alone.

Oh, fuck.

Meanwhile, the girl was still trying to free herself from his grasp.

Loki gave her a crooked grin. "Looks like you're stuck with me now."

She gave him a look of outrage. "No, I-"

"What's your name?"

She seemed to quell under his gaze. "Aakshya."

"Pretty name. I'm Loki, God of Mischief and Father of Magick."

Aakshya scowled, trying to hit him. "Look, if this is some weird cosplay thing, I'm really not in the mood-"

Loki sighed, using the dredges of his seiðr to still her. "Girl, I've been impaled with a poison tipped spear and thrown into a different dimension, so I'm not in the mood for your tantrums."

Her eyes bulged with rage and she tried in vain to bite him.

"How about you and I go on a nice little walk, hmm? I can sense your loneliness and heartache, girl. I am very perceptive,"Loki said with a small smirk. "I can help you, if you help me. What say you?"

"I say you're a dangerous, senile man who's a bit too obsessed with mythology,"Aakshya spat, struggling to move.

Loki laughed softly. "Oh, but a little danger never hurt."

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crackinglamb · 3 years

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You Have Chosen Nydha To Be Your Companion!

Hopping off @little-lightning-lavellan's idea to take a DA:I OC and turn them into a companion, may I present Banal'ras Nydha (from Hope Is a Fragile Thing) and her wiki page.

General

Banal'ras Nydha looks human, although there is something that doesn't seem quite right about her. She has dark hair and skin and startlingly green eyes, and speaks with a low, raspy voice. It is often difficult to find her in a room. Nydha first appears, and is available to recruit, in the Temple of Sacred Ashes before attempting to close the Breach. She offers knowledge and combat tactics against demons. If dismissed, or never spoken to, she will then be spotted in Haven behind Solas's cabin. She will not be available to recruit at that time, although once the Inquisition is relocated to Skyhold, she will make an offer to travel with the Inquisitor. If dismissed again, she will become a non-interactive NPC in the Rotunda, usually found near the mural or atop the scaffolding. If she is never recruited, she will disappear from Skyhold after the final battle with Corypheus.

Nydha is not romanceable by any Inquisitor, but can engage in a relationship with Solas if a female Dalish Inquisitor has not done so. She is friendly and bonds well with most of the other party members, especially Cole, Dorian and, of course, Solas. She prefers diplomacy and tends towards mediation rather than confrontation. If a Dalish Inquisitor has romanced Solas, and has high approval, Nydha will offer comfort and sympathy upon termination of the relationship. If low approval, Nydha has nothing to say.

She has strong opinions on the plight of elves, slaves and mages. She is supportive of any measures that would improve the lives of them. Her early banter with Dorian revolves around debating Tevinter's practices and trying to get him to see a better way. She will also speak with Iron Bull about the shortcomings of the Qun, although never with the same level of disdain as Solas. While she never openly mocks the Chantry or Andrastianism, she isn't a strong supporter or believer and has no opinion on who becomes Divine.

Location

In Haven, Nydha can be found behind Solas's cabin, usually in the darkest corner. Once the Inquisition relocates to Skyhold, she can be found in either the Arcane Library or the Rotunda.

Approval

Nydha's approval level is based upon empathy. An Inquisitor who is helpful, respectful and curious will gain approval. Nydha has no opinion on quests such as Wicked Eyes, Wicked Hearts or the outcome of Here Lies the Abyss, but approves diplomatic resolutions to judgments. She will greatly approve allying with the Free Mages, and only slightly approve conscripting the Templars. Conscription of the Free Mages or allying with the Templars will result in full disapproval. She will greatly approve Iron Bull becoming Tal-Vashoth and keeping Cole as a spirit. Actions that are ruthless or cruel will lose approval.

A high approval Inquisitor will learn that Nydha was born in another world and 'crossed over' through the Veil when the Breach opened. She will tell the Inquisitor that her name was given to her as a gift from someone she met in the Fade. She does not, however, say that it is Solas (see below for unique Trespasser dialogue). She will say that her name means 'Shadow of Night', according to her translation. A Dalish Inquisitor can have special dialogue to recognize the name as being Elvish and can question how a human came to have it. Nydha will answer that it is because the native language of the Fade is Elvish, a remnant from when elves held all of Thedas before human arrival.

A low approval Inquisitor will not learn this part of her history and she will remain an enigma. If approval falls to zero, she will refuse to speak to the Inquisitor, although she does not leave and is still available as a companion.

Quests

Survivor In the Shadows – the quest for meeting Nydha initially at the Temple of Sacred Ashes. It begins upon speaking with her, and ends with either recruitment or dismissal.

From the Ashes – only available after either In Hushed Whispers or Champions of the Just, but before completion of In Your Heart Shall Burn, Nydha will ask the Herald to accompany her back to the Temple of Sacred Ashes to search for her few belongings. The Herald will find a journal, a bundle of unusual clothes and a single unmarked vial. Nydha will approve completing this quest.

A Better Form – Nydha will ask for help in stabilizing her corporeal body if Dagna is brought into the Inquisition. Resolution of this quest will involve having Dagna create a unique amulet that will act as a permanent grounding source, rather like a lightning rod. Components for this amulet are: 1 blank rune stone, 1 wisp essence, and either 5 dawnstone or 5 volcanic aurum (both imbue constitution bonuses). It will act as an Amulet of Power, granting Nydha an extra skill point. This is the only time such an ability will be available to her. This will also allow her to wear other amulets throughout the remainder of the game. She, and Solas, will greatly approve completing this quest.

Twice-Born – available during the Jaws of Hakkon DLC. Nydha, if in the party, will ask to speak with the Augur of Stone-Bear Hold once relations with the hold have been established. If she is not among the Inquisitor's party, she will be found in the main scout camp near Professor Kenric. What the two speak about will be unknown, but at the end of the quest, Nydha will inform the Inquisitor that she has been given the legend-mark Twice-Born from the hold's 'gods'. Cole will greatly approve completing this quest, regardless of whether or not he is in the party.

Note: This quest is not dependent upon approval, but is the only time she will speak with a zeroed out Inquisitor, should that level of low approval be reached.

Ability Tree/Specialization

Nydha is technically a rogue, and can utilize either a bow or double daggers. She has an autolevel preference for the Subterfuge tree, and has an additional, unique starting skill in Fade Cloak. This does not require further leveling to be active. It is the only skill that cannot be deactivated from her skillset.

She can specialize in either Tempest or Rift Mage, due to her nature as a being from the Fade. She is not otherwise a mage. Her decision on specialization can be influenced, as she will ask the Inquisitor's opinion. If no opinion is given, she will default to taking Tempest.

Combat comments

“Come get some!”

“Catch me if you can!”

(If specialized in Tempest) “Burn, baby, burn.”

(If specialized in Rift Mage) “Ooh, the stuff of nightmares.”

Kills an enemy

“Another one bites the dust.”

“Cool story, bro.”

“Then perish.”

Low Health

“This was not on my agenda today.”

“A little help?”

Low Health (Companions)

For all general companions: “I have your back.”

If in a romance with Solas: “Take a breather, fenorain.”

Fallen Companions

For all general companions: “I'll make them pay!”

If in a romance with Solas: “NO!”

Location Comments

Ferelden:

Hinterlands: “Why is it so big? Why is everything so big?”

Fallow Mire: “I have mud in unmentionable places. Can we go now?”

Storm Coast: “I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and sky.”

If companions question her: “It's just from a poem I once read.”

Orlais:

Exalted Plains: “So much death. Can't you feel it?”

Emerald Graves: “This forest is old. Very old.” [laughs] “I always wanted to say that in proper context.”

Emprise du Lion: “Stay away from the bloody lyrium. And wear a hat.”

At Suledin Keep after Imshael, if Solas is in the party: “Ir abelas, lethallin.” (If romanced) Ir abelas, fenorain.”

Solas's reply (only translated if the Inquisitor is Dalish): “Ma serannas. Ea lam'an.” (It is in the past)

At the Pools of the Sun, regarding the trio of dragons: “Can't we just leave them alone? They really won't hurt anyone if we keep our distance.”

Hissing Waste: “You know, if you ignore the endless vista of sand, it's really quite beautiful. In a bleak kind of way.”

Western Approach: “Hot. Hot and blighted. I need a drink.”

Forbidden Oasis, upon reaching the second camp: “That's it, I'm never leaving.”

Arbor Wilds: “Mind your footing. This place is full of secrets.”

In Val Royeaux: “Pretty place.”

Frostback Basin: “I could stay here forever. Even with the varmints.”

The Descent: “Nice and dark, just the way I like it.”

At the Wellspring: “Wow...that's amazing.”

Trespasser: “Now it all ends, my friend.”

If the Inquisitor questions the statement: “You'll see soon enough.”

Companion/Advisor comments

Varric – Gotta watch out for Spooky, there's something about her I can't put my finger on.

Cassandra – She is an able fighter, but I would not trust her out of my sight, which is far too often.

Solas – She is secretive by nature, but I would assure you that she means no harm.

Iron Bull – She's a tricky one. Good fighter, lotta secrets. Good at keeping them too. I don't think I've cracked a single one that she didn't tell me herself.

Dorian – She's fascinating. I am not at liberty to say why, of course, if you don't already know.

Cole – Bright as the sun and scattered as the stars. She wants to help, just like I do.

Vivienne – She seems capable enough, my dear. But I would not dare to trust her. She is an accomplished player of the Game, for all her smiles and good cheer.

Sera – She's as bad as Creepy, although she's better at jokes. She's better at hiding than I am!

Blackwall – She knows something. She knows too many somethings.

Josephine – She keeps to herself and has caused no diplomatic incidents. I wish I could say the same for some of the others gathered here.

Leliana – I find it curious that I cannot find any solid evidence of her existence before the Conclave, but that does not automatically mark her a spy. However, her nature makes me no more inclined to trust her. I would be wary of her.

Cullen – Who? Oh, the...shadowy...person. I hear she can handle herself. I can't say I've spoken with her, so I don't have an opinion.

Trespasser

There is a unique dialogue tree available to the Inquisitor while speaking with Solas if Nydha was recruited as a companion.

“Did you know about Nydha?”

“Yes, I am the one who gave her her name. I found her while I yet slept, and she became corporeal after the Breach.”

(First branch) “Is she one of your agents?”

“No. She has only ever been my friend.”

(Special, if not romanced) “Your friend? It seemed to be more than that.”

“In another world, perhaps.”

(Second branch) “Is she joining you?”

“No, I would not wish her on this path.”

(Third branch) “She knew this whole time. Why didn't she tell me?”

“She had her reasons for not telling you. (If high approval) I hope you will not hold them against her.”

Regardless of approval, Nydha disappears after the Exalted Council. She settles in the Frostback Basin among the Avvar. A high approval Inquisitor will receive correspondence from her from time to time, but she will refuse to come back to the 'civilized' nations of Thedas, preferring privacy and isolation.

Trivia

If in the party during Here Lies the Abyss, the Nightmare demon will speak to her in Elvish. Her reply is a scoff and nothing else.

Nydha can be a third option at the Vir'Abelasan if she is in the party. If she is chosen to drink from the Well, Abelas does not object, although he will still point out that she will be bound as they are. If Nydha drinks, she will summon Flemeth and work with the Inquisitor to tame the dragon for the final confrontation with Corypheus. If she is in the party during Trespasser, she will be able to provide the password to the spirit guards, preventing a fight.

If Morrigan is allowed to attack Abelas, she will attempt to defend him and will argue that the witch is not worthy of the knowledge she seeks if brutality is her only way to get it. If there is a peaceful alliance with the Sentinels and Morrigan is chosen to drink, Nydha will slightly disapprove but hold her tongue on the matter.

If the Inquisitor drank from the Well, and succeeds in finding enough clues to determine that Solas is Fen'Harel, Nydha will appear saddened when the Inquisitor rebuts to the Viddasala that they already know. She will state that this was what she'd been waiting for. The Inquisitor will have the option to accuse her of knowing the whole time. She will answer yes, but she won't explain.

If Nydha is never recruited, and remains an NPC in the Rotunda, one will hear her occasionally speak with Solas. These conversations range in topic from books they are reading to the mural. Never about Inquisition business. There is a slight chance to hear them speaking in Elvish, and their words are not translated, regardless of Inquisitor's race. Solas's replies appear to be noncommittal.

Nydha will remark upon the Inquisitor's romantic choices, usually with something supportive and a hope that they are happy together. She will also comment something generally pleasant about each companion if asked. The exception to this is if Iron Bull remains Ben-Hassrath. Nydha will caution the Inquisitor to be careful of telling him too much since his loyalty is now unknown.

It can be implied from various interactions and from high approval conversation that Nydha was in fact aware of everything that would happen during the course of the game. She never gives a reason for keeping her silence on matters pertaining to what foreknowledge she had, although any input given during the game events is sound and often given in such a way so as not to risk suspicion.

It can also be implied that regardless of what Solas says during Trespasser, Nydha has actually left the Inquisition to join his ranks, or at least does not stand opposed to him. This is not confirmed, however, and according to her epilogue card, she is enjoying a quiet life in the Frostback Basin with no intention of ever interfering with Thedosian politics or events again.

#dragon age inquisition #oc as a companion wiki #original female character #banal'ras nydha #hope is a fragile thing #this is super long #I might have gotten carried away

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Hey what up bro. How have you been? I was wondering if you had any headcannons of Star hanging out with Edgar and Alan? I dunno if I asked this or someone else, but ya know-

And if you wanted to take a break from talking about the lost boys, then what's your favorite fruit? I have a three way tie of Strawberries, Kiwifruit, or Mangos. Anything tart is pretty preem.

Hey there, buddy! I’ve been well, thank you, I hope you have been, too? I will happily answer both your queries! My favourite fruits are mangos, cantaloupe and pineapple. However, I also enjoy raspberries, mandarins and green apples. I agree, tart fruits are king. Funnily enough, I think I’m slightly allergic to kiwi fruit! Each time I’ve eaten it, my lips have gone raw and sore.

As for headcanons about Star and the Frogs, I certainly have some! I’m taking note of the term “hanging out”, because I have a lot of angsty thoughts about this, but I shall keep it a bit lighter.

- Okay, here’s the thing; Star, Edgar and Alan are all really quite similar and come from similar backgrounds. All are children of neglectful parents, and all are neurodivergent and undiagnosed. The main difference is that Star was an only child, where the Frogs are siblings and very close knit. This has affected their developments, differently.

- It does reach a point where they can see eye-to-eye, and consider each other friends, even family. However, they have a lot to unpack, before they get to that point. Progress is slow, because while they do see each other a great deal, they rarely converse and are rarely alone with each other. I wanted to air some of this out in a fic I planned to write, but never did, in which Star and Edgar have a heavy confrontation. Specifically Star and Edgar, because while their backgrounds are similar, their is a greater conflict of personality, than between Star and Alan.

- The Frogs had joined the Emersons on a camping trip, and one evening the youngsters decided to play hide and seek, in the forest. Star had split off from her group, to enjoy the scenery, alone. It was on her walk that she came upon Edgar, also alone and fast approaching a meltdown. He in an unfamiliar area, and Alan was nowhere to be seen, and that was enough to make him feel like the trees, themselves were bearing down on him.

- Star remembered seeing Marko get like this, at times, and she had not known what to do then, either. Though she liked Edgar much less, hated him even, she knew it wouldn’t be right to leave him alone in that state. So, she gingerly approached Edgar, reluctantly holding out her scent locket, her favourite stim item. When Edgar took notice of her, he growled defensively, and refused to sniff the locket in her hand, he wasn’t a dog. With some strain, she took off the locket and offered it to him to hold, snapping at him not to drop it. He did listen, holding the locket so hard his knuckles turned white. Huffing at the tiny gap in his fingers, he was surprised and relieved to smell lavender, not patchouli. He had always hated the smell of patchouli, as his mother wears it, as an alternative to bathing. He could never sit near Star, because of the familiar smell.

- Star stuck with him, until the others found them. It was then that all the bad feelings came out. See, both parties have some strong flaws, preconceptions and issues that have gone without confrontation. Star, at her core, is a very stubborn person, with a view that much resembles those of the fantasy books that comforted her, as a child. She’s carrying a lot of guilt from that bloody night at the Emerson house, because deep down she believes she could have done more to prevent such an end. She coddles herself, by projecting her own feelings of weakness and selfishness onto the Frogs, but particularly Edgar, being the stronger personality. Edgar does not seem to feel conflicted at all about what he did, and she both envies and hates him for it. It’s easier for her, to cast him and Alan as the villains.

Edgar, for his part, does have one regret from that night. It does scare him that he wielded a stake so readily against Laddie, even if he could have fought back and won. Laddie has sort of become his friend, a kid he wants to protect. It makes him queasy to remember standing over him with a stake, ready to kill. But, similar to Star, he comforts himself by thinking he did what he had to do, to make things right and protect Santa Carla. He wasn’t the genius who turned Laddie in the first place. And he hates Star, because that fanciful, flighty way of her’s just makes him think of his mother, who has never raised a finger to help him. How dare she blame him for her failure to fix things on her own.

- So, that’s where the relationship really begins, with a fight. By the time the others find them, things have changed. They’ve both seen sides of themselves and each other, they had not wanted to, but had to. It’s rocky, but it’s a start. When Star gets her locket back from Edgar’s hand, the metal is hot from a clenched fist. She can hardly stand to touch it, though the fragrance has become strong in that heat.

- Anyway, on to the lighter stuff, because things do get better!

- Alan and Laddie are pretty close. Both share a great love for fantasy and fairytales, as Star does. More than once, Star has caught him reading one of her’s and Laddie’s books to him, with Edgar sitting back and listening (Edgar is dyslexic, and Alan frequently reads to him, too). When Alan quarrels with Laddie about whether, or not fairies are real (Alan says yes, Laddie says no), those arguments invariably end up coming up with Star. Star, for her part, very much wants to believe in fairies, but isn’t as sure of them, as Alan. The first Halloween she has with the Emersons, Alan actually tells her to leave some dishes of honey around the perimeter of the house, to keep the fairies away from Laddie.

- As you can imagine, the three end up talking folklore quite a bit, when they do talk, at all. Star has a great interest in it, but the Frogs exhaust themselves into comas every Halloween, trying to kept the town safe. It gets to a point where she begins to help with some of the cake baking and cross making that goes into their elaborate defences.

- Star is a very good artist, particularly when it comes to sculpture. She rediscovers her talent, living with the Emersons. She makes toadstools, and dragons and little nonsensical critters. Sometimes, when the Frogs are waiting for Sam, they furtively watch her sculpt. One year, Sam commissions Star to make a pair of little frogs, for the brothers’ Christmas presents. They repay her the next year, with a painted pebble and a hand woven bracelet. They are quite artistic, themselves.

- Star teaches herself embroidery, and the Frogs can sew fairly well. Now and then, they sit together and customise their jackets.

- Their taste in music is quite similar. Sometimes they can all sit and vibe along to Janis Joplin, or The Grateful Dead, or The Incredible String Band. They all really let their stims out when they listen to music, as it make sense them so happy and eases their self consciousness.

- Star and Sam both collect crystals, which they share with great enthusiasm. Edgar and Alan have a fear and mistrust of crystals, though they played with them as children, and refuse to even touch them. Star almost teases them at first, waving pieces of her collection near them and almost getting her hands smacked, each time. Then, she and Sam make an effort to help them see that the crystals won’t harm them. Star picks out the smallest, smoothest rocks and places them in their hands, getting them used to the feel of them and showing them the stones have no power over them and won’t hurt them.

That’s all I can think of, for now, buddy! It’s not much, I know, but I hope you enjoy it. 🖖

#star #star (the lost boys)#edgar #edgar frog #alan #alan frog #the lost boys #lost boys #awesome monster bashers #frog brothers #headcanons

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AroWriMo 2020 Writing

Here’s a masterpost of the 36 works from Aromantic Writing Month 2020 (under the cut)

Do share, like, and comment on the works you enjoy!

Poetry:

Screams by @exhausted-queer

Prompt: Self-love Language: English Words: 464 CWs: self harm, depression, death, grief, abuse, sex, sexual abuse

Let Me Be by Anon (via ask)

Theme: Loveless Prompt: Acceptance Language: English Words: 86 CWs: Ableism, Aphobia

Ballrooms and Waves by @aro-ace-and-hungry

Theme: Loveless Language: English Words: 655 CWs: Romance mention, Anxiety

Loveless by @soph00bear

Theme: Loveless Language: English Words: 207 CWs: Aphobia mention, Arophobia mention

Am I A Monster? by @wish-ful-thinking513

Theme: Loveless Language: English Words: 157 CWs: Arophobia, Blood, Aphobia, Gore

Short stories:

Loveless by @kitkatt0430 Ao3 link

Original fiction Prompt: Acceptance Language: English Words: 753 CWs: Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Unhappy relationship, Gaslighting, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Amatanormativity Summary:

She’s never been in love. It’s an odd realization to have as she’s packing her things and he’s given up on asking her to stay. Now he just obstructs her on occasion, arguing that things which are hers are really his.

Some things are worth the effort to fight for. Others are not.

He is not.

Two by @junietuesday Ao3 link

Original fiction Theme: Subverting romantic tropes Prompt: Community, Acceptance Language: English Words: 953 CWs: Sex References (character is aroallo), Homophobia, Brief Mentions of Racism + Ableism, Internalized Amatonormativity Summary:

The girl is a loner.

Of her own will and desire, of course. Not because she’s a little too open about her opinions (particularly about romance), and a little too closed-off when they ask her why she has them. Not because she’s terrified what her fellow ninth graders will do to her when they realize she has no soulmark. Not because she figures that she might as well just push them away first, before they can push her.

To Unmask A Witch by @agnezztealeaf

Original fiction Language: English Prompt: Friendship Genre: Fantasy Words: 4457 CW: Discussions around amatonormativity and heteronormativity, references to blood and violence

Summary:

It wasn’t that the cottage at the outskirts of the village was actually run-down or dilapidated, but if you squinted and looked at it through your eyelashes in dim light, you could imagine that it could be. It wasn’t that it was a ruckle, it was that the children thought it should be one.

You see, if a witch lived in a cottage, then that cottage should be falling apart, its windows murky with mould, the roof broken and roof shingles scattered on the garden path and in the flowerbeds, and the garden a mess of weeds and rotting greens. It felt insulting, the children thought, that an otherwise perfectly scary and threatening witch should live in such a charming and well-kept little house. So, when they hid in the forest near the cottage, staking it out, or walked past it on their way to a friend’s house, they squinted and imagined what should have been there, instead of what really was.

Annie of Anglesey by @writelikeanaro

Original fiction Language: English Theme: Subverting romantic tropes Prompt: Self-love Genre: Historical fiction/folk tale Words: 4,676 CWs: Past marriage, Unwanted romantic interest, Public proposal, Grief

Summary:

Annie is living quite happily alone in the mountains, when the king comes to her for aid in a competition. Hoping to get something for herself out of the situation, she agrees to help him.

Seed of A Memory by @skylights422

Original fiction Language: English Theme: Subverting Romantic Tropes, Fantasy Prompt: Friendship Genre: Fantasy, Drama Words: 1907 CWs: Brief mentions of racism and arophobia

Summary:

Fiera Casales takes a stroll with her pretend boyfriend and ponders the importance of things like love and memory.

Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot by @wellintentionedbibliophile

Original fiction Language: English Theme: Subverting Romantic Tropes Prompt: Friendship Genre: Fiction Words: 1088 CWs: Breakup, End of the World, Neopronouns

We’re not quite a gang (more like a strange family) by @amanita-cynth Ao3 link

Original fiction Language: English Category: Short Stories Prompt: Friends and Pride Genre: Superheroes/Slice of Life Words: 5232 CWs: Background romantic relationship mentioned, discussion of aphobia and amatonormativity, bomb mention

Summary:

Some scars aren’t physical and can be all the worse for it. But maybe a woman brimming with her own hard-won self confidence and the new friends they pick up afterwards can help Allen overcome the hurtful words from his past. After all, if a dozen new friends think you’re great and a literal god chose you as a Champion it shouldn’t be so hard, right?

“Oh.” He blinked. “People usually say it’s weird that I don’t want people- women- flirting with me.”

“Boundaries are boundaries.” She waved a hand dismissively. From the depths of her hood, her eyes gleamed with light from a passing car and briefly lit up more details; the casual ease of her expression, her slightly lidded eyes, the soft curves of her warm, brown face. Shame it didn’t do much for him beyond the realisation that she really was that nonchalant about it, and also quite beautiful.

And A Monster Steals Your Children by @arosnowflake

Original fiction Language: English Prompt: none/belonging (loosely) Genre: Fantasy Words: 2170 CWs: heavy ableism (including internalized ableism), off-screen child murder, ableist language, mild amatonormativity.

Summary:

It is said that, in a tower rising above the valley, a monster lives, and that it steals children’s souls. Netel, one of those stolen children, goes to kill it.

Untitled by @wish-ful-thinking513

Original fiction Language: English Genre: Sci-fi Words: 951 CWs: Needles, injections

Summary:

This is a short story based on a prompt from @lgbtqwritingprompts. I don’t usually write sci-fi, so this was a fun change… I feel like it was obvious that science isn’t really my thing though. I tried to keep stuff vague (ie: are clones human??? The more I thought about it, the less sure I was)… well, I tried my best!

November: The Hell Week to End All Hell Weeks by @eadrey-the-iptscray Ao3 link

Fandom: Pacific Rim (2013) Language: English Theme: Subverting romantic tropes Prompt: Community and acceptance Genre: Slice of life Words: 2,776 CWs: Bigotry mentions, light marital romance

Summary:

The Shatterdome baristas meet the regulars. Teasing, pranks, and awkward small talk ensue.

Traditional by @amanita-cynth Ao3 link

Fandom: Leverage Language: English Theme: Subverting romantic tropes Prompt: Acceptance Genre: Character study Words: 1393 CWs: References to sex (aro character is aroallo), romantic relationship in the background and referred to, marriage mentioned

Summary:

Eliot doesn’t so much fall in love as come to the realisation that he’s going to die for them.

Or: How Eliot learns some new things about himself and Parker and Hardison learn just how to stay with him.

February - Leap Year Sucks by @eadrey-the-iptscray Ao3 link

Fandom: Pacific Rim (2013) Language: English Theme: Subverting romantic tropes Prompt: Family and self-love Genre: Slice of life Words: 2,866 CWs: Lingering grief over a parent’s death, light marital romance

Summary:

The Shatterdome baristas and regulars slog through a soggy February with all kinds of struggles. At least they've got each other to commiserate with.

Skywalker by @kitkatt0430 Ao3 link

Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Language: English Prompt: Family Words: 2,964 CWs: Major character death, indentured servitude/slavery

Summary:

Rey’s family was never coming back for her. In learning to accept this and move on, Rey builds herself a whole new family, one choice at a time.

A Place to Start by @kitkatt0430 Ao3 link

Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Relationships: Kara Danvers/James “Jimmy” Olsen Language: English Prompt: Acceptance Words: 2,993 CWs: Break up

Summary:

“I’m doing that thing again,” Kara told the duck. It ignored her for the corn. “Always happens. I was trying so hard not to do it this time, but there it goes. Happening all over again.”

(In which Kara doesn’t need Alex to tell her that dating James is making her miserable. But she does wish someone would tell her why every time she starts dating someone, her romantic feelings fizzle out shortly afterwards.)

The Only Trope for Me is You by @tommytonebender Ao3 Link

Fandom: The Venture Bros Relationships: Billy Quizboy/Pete White Language: English Theme: Subverting romantic tropes Genre: Supernatural, character study Words: 4,338 CWs: Discussions of amatonormativity, non-explicit sexual humor, most references are there to make fun of fanfic tropes, language, brief heavy themes.

Summary:

Supernatural forces ensnare our heroes, forcing them to… have a grown-up conversation? [A fake episode B-Plot]

April - Confessions and Epiphanies by @eadrey-the-iptscray Ao3 link

Fandom: Pacific Rim (2013) Language: English Theme: Subverting romantic tropes Prompt: Friendship and pride Genre: Slice of life Words: 2,261 CWs: Martial affection and love confessions

Summary:

Finally, communication!

Miss You by Dain Ao3 link

Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy Language: English Prompt: Friendship Words: 484

Summary:

Luke huffed. “Maybe I don’t want to leave.”

“You do,” Biggs said. “You know it’s worth it. You’ll do fine.”

Baby I’m Not Made of Stone, It Hurts by @emjenwrites Ao3 link

Fandom: Peaky Blinders BBC Language: English Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Character Study Words: 22.6K (only the first 1.7K on tumblr, follow the links to AO3 for the rest) CWs: romance (character is demiromantic), implied/referenced sexual content, implied/referenced pedophilia (basically the same level of implication as canon), implied/referenced suicide, one instance of antiziganism, internalized arophobia (so much internalized arophobia), arophobia, self-hatred, canon-typical language, child abuse, parentification, codependency, prostitution, kidnapping, emetophobia, PTSD, traumatic brain injuries, headaches and migraines

Summary:

Things with the Russians and Section D had started bad and ended worse, and that was before Polly, Arthur, John, and Michael went and got fucking arrested. Or Tommy Shelby grapples with loneliness, guilt, health issues, and romantic orientation in the aftermath of s3.

Unease by Dain Ao3 link

Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy Language: English Words: 1,227 CWs: One-sided attraction, Unwanted romantic interest

Summary: Beritt was new, and not in Luke’s squadron, but you got to know people. There’d been barely anything to do for the last week but mingle.

Which would have been enjoyable, if not for the fact that Beritt was…interested in Luke.

July - Come Back Home, And Soon by @eadrey-the-iptscray Ao3 link

Fandom: Pacific Rim (2013) Language: English Theme: Subverting romantic tropes Prompt: Belonging and comfort Genre: Slice of life Words: 1,271 CWs: None

Summary:

Summer break means quiet days at The Shatterdome and the same old conversations with family.

The Only Demons Here are Mine by @amanita-cynth Ao3 link

Fandom: One Piece Language: English Prompt: Belonging and Comfort Genre: Character/Relationship Study Word count: 3048 Content warnings: Mental health issues including dissociation and suicidal thoughts and ideation. Medical/bodily things discussed. Spoilers for Law’s backstory and violence therein.

Summary:

But he’d said it, hadn’t he, at Dressrosa? That if it all went wrong Law wanted to die by his side. Naturally, it had been 80% about Doflamingo, but there had been a part of him screaming: he’s here and in danger because of you, because he does the right thing just because he can, because he is selfish and insanely determined about those he calls friends and you knew that and still let him get close, because he looked at you and called you a good man and the least you can do for someone like that is die alongside them.

Or: dealing with a pirate war and a sudden lack of life goals is bad enough without trying to figure out confusing new feelings.

Chapter 2 of The Coffee Shop AU by @theinvisiblegurlz

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Movie Language: English Theme: Subverting romantic tropes Genre: Coffee shop AU CWs: Amatonormativity mention Summary:

A non-romantic coffee shop AU.

To Our Future by Dain Ao3 link

Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy Language: English Word count: 999 Content warnings: Grief, Anxiety

Summary:

Luke couldn’t keep the smile off his face.It was such a simple expression; the flexing of a few muscles, and not nearly enough to give full voice to his soaring, unrestrained joy, the lightness and fullness of spirit that made him ache until he thought he might burst with the strength of it.

Microfiction:

Rain by @wellintentionedbibliophile

Original fiction Language: English Genre: Science fiction Word count: 319 CWs: none

Novel:

The Crystal Heart by @twilight-lukos

Language: English Theme: Fantasy Genre: Speculative Fiction / Fantasy

Excerpt 1

 Word Count: 931 CWs: Feeling pressure to choose a romantic partner

Summary:

Prince Haraq visits Princess Chareith, who has a reputation for being difficult to suitors. The two bond over a legend Chareith loves about the lost Crystal Island. Haraq expresses interest in her opinions but shows no romantic interest.

Excerpt 2

Words: 695 CWs: none

Summary:

After Chareith expresses her frustrations, Haraq suggest the two sneak out for a day and do some exploring. Chareith agrees, thinking to find some interesting relics in the nearby desert and marsh, maybe in relation the legend of the Crystal Island.

Excerpt 3

Words: 587 CWs: feelings of forced romantic normalcy or amatonormativity

Summary:

While on a secret outing, Chareith is abducted by a sorcerer and taken to an isolated tower with a mysterious history. The sorcerer tells Chareith that she has magical potential. Finding this to be true, she wonders what this means for her now.

Excerpt 4

Words: 846 CWs: none

 Summary:

While on a secret outing, Chareith is abducted by an invisible, flying creature. Haraq sets out to find her. The stone fragment he and Chareith found has led him into a strange place, bordered by mist. A/N: this occurs before Excerpt #3; I wasn't going to post this but I've had it all nicely prepped to go since early February and I did want to share it, even if it's vaguer about the aromantic angle in-story

Non-fiction:

Aromantic Writing Month! by @anonymousaroace

Language: English Theme: Acceptance Words: 487

Kricket’s First Zine by @autcore Direct link

Language: English

Summary:

Super short aro perzine about questioning and being lonely whilst aro

Game:

To Be Aspected (WIP) by @anonymaceally Latest update itch.io game link

Ally submission Language: English Theme: Fantasy Prompt: Mythos, fables Genre: Friend sim/Fantasy CWs: Some unwanted flirting. Discussions about gender and sexual identity. Adult language and situations like taxes. Content might be unfinished.

Summary:

The reader walks into a tavern owned by a squad of Aces called “Queen Anne’s Ace” . The reader stays for a week and enjoys has interesting conversations with the patrons there.

#aro #arospec #aromantic #writing #writeblr #AroWriMo 2020 #Masterpost #if anything's missing #or anyone wants info adding/updating #just let me know

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