#floating-arties

[floating-pisces]

TOGETHER, THEN

#THEY MAKE ME SO CRAZY #bubbline #marceline the vampire queen #princess bubblegum #bonnibel bubblegum #fionna and cake #fionna and cake spoilers #PB HAS NO FUCKING EARS #THEY ARE SO INSANE AND STUPID AND IN LOVE AND REPRESSED AND IN DENIAL #this is the funniest version of them to ever exist #floating-arties

[weehughie]

Peace and love… • • #understanding #victorious #victoriousfestival #victorious2022 #victoriousfestival2022 #festival #musicfestival #southsea #southseacommon #southseaesplanade #portsmouth #southseaseafront #floating #arty #gettingarty #bluesky #colour #colourful #victorioussign #iphone #vibrant #music #brightbluesky #multicoloured #love #peace (at Southsea Common) https://www.instagram.com/p/CheXxoEIFlM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#understanding #victorious #victoriousfestival #victorious2022 #victoriousfestival2022 #festival #musicfestival #southsea #southseacommon #southseaesplanade #portsmouth #southseaseafront #floating #arty #gettingarty #bluesky #colour #colourful #victorioussign #iphone #vibrant #music #brightbluesky #multicoloured #love #peace

[staridust]

Ladies and gentlemen, we are floating in space. ★

“ Jack’s never been in space before. It takes a lot of trust to get someone that high, but when Artemis smiles at him, all he wants to do is stay in the starlight. He doesn’t know why their smile affects him so strongly all of a sudden. ”

Or maybe he does know, but that’s a secret he isn’t ready to tell.

This space-tastic special episode of Sunnyverse premiers Saturday morning at 9:30/8:30 central, featuring a song collaboration with Spiritualized.

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★ DO NOT USE/REPOST WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. NO MINORS.

Hello again space crew, thank you for opening and I’m excited to have you here. ★

Drawing them as songs from their playlist pt. 2, except I got very carried away and messily shaded this thing! Haha.

Giving Jack a space suit was a bit trickier to design than I thought. I wanted to keep all of his signature colors and theme. The swirls are so pretty and simple, yet somehow in my mind I feel like he’s over designed in compared to Artie. Ah… 😭

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In this “episode”, I believe it would focus more on the middle of the season where Jack is understanding his feelings towards his friend. It’s hitting him like a rocket that just launched off the pad and well— it feels nice! It feels nice to finally come to a realization sometimes.

…too bad he has a date the next day though, and it’s not with them. I think he forgot about that! That’s complicated, no?

But that’s for the next episode.

(I… really really like coming up with ep ideas! It’s silly of me, haha. But.. thank you for your support goobers!)

#sunny day jack #sdjsunlight #sdjsunnyverse #sunny day jack au #swwsdj #sunny time town

[pansear-doodles]

30 Days of Artihunter Complete!

Below the cut would be a side diary on the thought process of each day- how I felt during the time and what made me decide to draw the ship in that portrayal. It would also contain some deep thought messages of how I feel I suppose.

Day 1 revolved around me thinking quickly on this idea- that it is pride month and its their time to shine again. What is anything more appropriate than the first art style I drew Rain world in for the first day? I've thought of the roses of explosion spears.

I was feeling creatively driven on this day- wanting to use my painterly style but with not exactly my designs- I also want to mimic how they appear in the game more.

Purple, orange, yellow. Great colors. I'm a sucker for citrus and sunset palettes.

Was feeling lazy this day, but also experimental. Some people saw this piece and thought that the shelter is the tent- that's actually just the entrance. The "tent" is a carpeted roof to the entrance, and the two are enjoying the light rain or the start of it before they head in to the actual shelter. At some point in the future I should design more unique shelters and entrances.

Around the time, I was listening to The Cardigans. Sometimes Youtube gives me sped up versions where the thumbnail has a cute stuffed animal or character. It reminds me of the Sylvanian Family toy series. My very first Artihunter-related commission was the two in pretty dresses with the pups, so I was reminiscing on that too.

I was feeling sleepy so I wanted to draw the two comfortably. I think I was in the mood to draw a wrinkled blanket.

When a character kisses another, it leaves a heart. This is not usually lipstick but rather just an evident smooch mark. You might've seen a similar thing in the newest picrew. Yes- those are smooch marks!

Felt stylistic. Wanted to be different I think. This was the first daily artihunter piece Videocult retweeted. I'm not sure if they realized but whatever floats their boat. I was really fond of how people draw Artificer as this rough, scraggly, rat coyote thing, so I wanted to draw it my way.

It was at this point I realized my daily artihunter hasn't shown the one aspect of their relationship- that they both are fighters and relish on the violence. I drew them fighting a vulture because of Hunter's expedition: Birdwatching

I think... I was feeling sad this day. You'll see this pattern soon in the future days.

I was feeling violent. I wanted to draw gore for once.

I was browsing through twitter and found funny slugcat GIFs and drawings where the slugcat is shaped like some sort of long stringbean. This would be one of the few pieces where it involves another character unrelated to the two.

I think I was on a manic state this day- feeling silly.

Then the silliness crashed down from... something. As the days progressed, my anxiety attacks would worsen and be evidently consistent throughout (and as of writing I still have them, but to a lesser extent at least). This would continue until around day 26. But as of this day, I wanted to show my arti's caring side, comforting hunter.

Amidst an anxiety attack, I wanted to draw them as beans in reminiscent of the specific style of an artist whose small doodles make me smile and laugh.

I think I was feeling empty headed for ideas on this day, so I looked at the rain world art tags for inspiration- it just hit me that I could also draw other artist's depictions of artihunter, so I drew them in one of my styles. Maybe someday I will do more of this. I hope the other rw artists don't find this weird.

I've randomly thought of shovel knight and thought about how cozy the campfire cutscenes were. I wonder if shelters could have ventilations to warrant a campfire inside. It would be nice I think.

It was father's day. This is not a genderbent drawing- I just wanted to draw them in different colors and wearing cool ties, while receiving mugs that call them dad. That's about it. If you think about it, I think arti and hunter would get a maximum of four mugs per year for each- on mother's day, on father's day, on their birthdays, and on rain world's version of the winter holidays.

Butch sapphics/lesbians. I was humorous.

I was feeling upset and certainly riddled with the anxiety and restlessness. I just wanted to draw the family at peace.

I was curious on my friends' input on what prompt for this day, so I asked them what should the two be doing. Several of them gave different answers, so I combined all of them.

I was feeling terrible but I wanted to push forward with the daily artihunter. Their arms have bruises here but they're holding on- just like what I was going through that day.

Anxious, again. I wanted to draw them resting closely. I think I was touch starved.

I wanted to cheer myself up so I went around for memes on tumblr and saw one I found funny and could fit my vision (er- one of my visions) of the ship. I found the sunstone dialogue at the back to replace the dialogue of Hatred a genius move and I'm glad I cracked people up with that detail.

People seemed to like this one- I was feeling painterly that day. Arti's kids are part of their life, and now they're part of Hunter's. I think Hunter would be a great mumdad.

I think... It was around this time my anxiety attacks started to leak out and break open completely. There was a lot of buzz. I was restless. Uncomfortable. Spiraling. People left and right trying their best to comfort me, and then finally the people who helped me snap out of it out of reasonable concern and grips on reality. I'm quite ashamed of being that, but I think at this time, I finally learned how to slowly breathe again. I felt mellow. I drew them as tomatoes with iterator farmers.

I wasn't feeling sad. More like tired. I had school all day until late at night and I had no time to make the drawing, so I made something relatively simple.

I planned this prompt for a while- I wanted to draw them in their wedding wear. The complexities are the exchange of the simplicity for the day before. I at times still cringe at the wedding comics, but they were fuzzy. I think they should slow dance after everything they been through. I think they should hold each other gently until their next stressful moments come. I think they should be happy.

A round about way of compiling most depictions I have of the two. Its funny I always draw their anthro versions taller than the other portrayals, but thats the vibes. They all each have different ways of showing affection. They all each have different experiences despite being similar to one another. Yet they're all the same persons at the source.

Today was polarizing. There were a lot of things I did not expect. A rollercoaster of emotions. But somewhere in there of the today, even with the tears on my face, the throbbing headache and the shaking hands- I was happy. I should acknowledge that I have accomplished another of what appears to be another consistent art month, with absolutely no missed days. I wanted to make it off with a bang- something reminiscent of one of my first artihunter drawings. I shall rest, but I'll see everyone in the fields of Art Fight, where I will smile once more to hopefully live up to my prime and focus on what's important to me in drawing.

With pride month ending, I would like to thank my friends and the rw community for being supportive of my barbie playhouse. 5 Months went by so fast, so many episodes and mistakes but I march forward, evolving and fluctuating, learning. There were things that meant a lot to me and are significant that is considered otherwise by others.

Some people will look at this- all that I've done- think its crazy, maybe unhinged, think I have made them with the intent of malice. Maybe I have not done enough. Maybe I misrepresented them. Maybe I was too proudy or ignorant- perhaps all that was true and I didn't know about it until its too late. There is a certain truth in me that it difficult for me to explain to others and there are some things I think about that don't need sharing.

I wish I wasn't so sensitive to everything but me frolicking about with whatever I want to draw contradicts it. It makes me want to step down or run off to a new quieter place- a new account to disguise myself- but I know I can't let them win that way.

Maybe there are two or more people in me, all conscious. Or maybe I am indecisive and want to explore everything about thing because I love thing and I want to see it in all angles. Whatever I'm doing, I know its out of love and appreciation. I misremember even significant things. I lose myself, but I pick up the pen and draw because its the one thing I know best for myself.

I do not look for validation. I only look for peace. I only look to be comfortable knowing that I'm not making the opposite of peace. I only look to make myself happy.

To the people I've hurt on my journey, the people I've thought fondly of but also fear, the people who hurt me- thank you for being part of my stay in Rain World even if painful and I'm sorry for everything I've wronged you on.

To the people who brought light to me, who tolerated me, who were kind to me, who were patient to me, who didn't mind what and how I was, who encouraged me, who defended me, who talked to me, who shared memes with me, who were calm and honest to me, who acknowledge my flaws, who made me feel safe- thank you. Even if some of these moments were brief. Even if I don't know who or what you are on the other side. Even if something in the future may happen to us. I love you. /p

I say this all with genuine thoughts, and I hope I'm not being emotionally manipulative because I genuinely do appreciate this fandom and I'm grateful that lots of people in it are appreciative of me.

Thank you, again.

P.S. I have realized throughout this month I have worded the drawing artihunter everyday thingy wrong (oops) Well. At least know that I will continue to draw artihunter, and I do not think I'll get tired of the ship and drawing them anytime soon.

#rain world #rainworld #fanart #slugcat #rainworld downpour #rain world downpour #my anthro au #artihunter #artificer #hunter #shipping #gift #gore #blood #violence #dp spoilers #downpour spoilers #pride month #my art

[d-structive]

MAAA'! There's that floating weirdo again! MA'! PLEASE, DO NOT USE OR REPOST MY ART WITHOUT PERMISSION. MY ARTIS NOT FREE TO USE!

#jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #my art #d-structive #animated gif

[rain-world-headcanons]

I've had this floating around my head for ages so ig this is the best place to put it

Hunters rot is fully intentional to me, NSH created hunter for the sole purpose of helping moon, so they were given the rot for a very similar reason to why SRS took away spearmasters mouth, it puts hunter on a time limit meaning succumbing to any animalistic desires is detrimental to their task and ensures they deliver the slag reset key as quickly as possible.

This doesn't mean I'm calling NSH a bad guy or evil I just think they have a very different way of thinking, I've said it before but iterators are extremely alien to us (like they're biomechanical supercomputers that are so large entire cities are built on them and are created with tech that we cant even understand how do you even begin to comprehend that???) so why should they see things in the same way we do? I don't think iterators would really understand the concept of pets, they use creatures as test subjects and tools for their work, hunter was made as a tool to help moon, I don't see why NSH would really care about them, his group senior and friend just collapsed and is in the process of dying, slugcats are very genetically malleable so he quickly cooks up hunter to deliver the slag keys, who cares if it dies anyway? as long as moon gets the help she needs, hell SRS created SM as their dedicated messenger and used them multiple times without even giving them a name before they got attached while we play as them.

Some other things, the timing seems very convenient, by the time we play as hunter they only have 20 cycles left and for the average player this is just enough time to get to moon. When pebbles accidentally creates the rot its catastrophic, hunters rot seems very calculated to me, I feel like if NSH made a mistake and created the rot in hunter accidentally they would kinda just die on the spot. A popular theory for the void endings (and also my favourite) is that you see what you want most before ascending (or getting echoed), surv sees their family, monk sees surv(probably), arti sees their kids, but hunter is being embraced by NSH, possibly meaning they were neglected by NSH and only ever wanted to be loved and freed from their situation ( :((( )

wow this is a lot longer than I thought it was gonna be, also none of this means I think HCs where NSH cares for hunter and made an honest mistake are bad or wrong this is just my interpretation!!! I love all HCs! they're all cool and interesting!

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#rain world #hunter #no significant harassment

[timidxtempted]

I've started this fifteen fucking times. Trying to be all eloquent and shit, but this isn't an eloquent topic for me, so

*deep breath*

*cursing in exhale*

I've learned to live in the chaos in my head. It's become second nature.

The first time I felt peace, it scared the shit out of me.

No one tells you that.

No one ever says, "oh hey, y'know all the arty bullshit big d little s posts on tumblr about how the right dude will quiet your mind? Hahaha good luck with that."

Feeling real peace for the first time shook me to my motherfucking core... It was such a foreign feeling to me I was thisfuckingclose to dismissing it completely in favour of my comfort chaos.

Ugly tears scared. Shaking inside scared. Run scared. Hide scared. Retreat scared. Hard, cold, puking grip on my insides scared.

Peace was terrifying.

But.

His grip on me was stronger than my fear. Held me hard enough to keep me tethered in the moment, right in the middle of my gawddamn fear.

Here's the other thing no one seems to ever say out loud: he didn't make the fear disappear. That shit is fake as fuck.

What's real is he sat with me, right in my fucking fear. He showed me he wasn't scared of my fear, and then showed me how to sit in my fear with him, until the fear fucked off.

Hey, want to know what you're left with when the fear fucks off?

Peace.

And because he had the strength and patience and willingness and grit to sit and hold me in my fear, I got to feel peace.

There, in the vortex of my initial abject terror, he fashioned a bubble of peace so that I could start to get used to it, to learn it, feel it, float in it.

And now I do.

Mostly.

It's still kinda new, and it still freaks me out sometimes...

I do try to feel it as deeply as I can breathe it.

Clumsily, and so, so imperfectly.

Sometimes still with tears.

Lots of tears.

Sometimes with swearing.

Lots of swearing.

Sometimes with wordless murmured half giggled nothings.

He calls that adorable.

I call it serenity.

Either way, it feels like magic.

#i wrote a thing #magic things

[clarepreed]

Sea Legs

Story Content and Summary - 6,544 words. At the age of thirty, merfolk deity Artis requires each merperson to visit her altar. She makes a choice on their behalf, and either sends them back to their people or gives them legs, sending them to live with the Earthwalkers. When Leonie is given legs and potentially the chance to reunite with her long lost love, tragedy strikes. Will Leonie join the ranks of those who never came back? Blood, drowning, on-site resuscitation.

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Recorded on waterproof vellum, the oral histories of the Atlantic Schoole of Merfolke:

Each merfolke, having reached their thirtieth year, will make a pilgrimage to the altar of Artis. Merfolke content to swim with the Schoole will return home blessed. But a restless spirit will have their tail split in twain, and they will walk the Earthe until such time as the Sea calls them home.

— Just over two years prior, Leonie

Twenty-eight-year-old Leonie Cerulean rushed to meet Alaric Stormur at their usual spot. She’d been the one to find them first: ruins from a town of Earthwalkers, on a submerged island long-reclaimed by the ocean.

Leonie made a pretty picture as she hurried. Long, streaming ginger hair. A crown of woven sea grass that kept her hair out of her face. Her beautiful, long tail that glimmered silvery blue-green. She swam topless as was the fashion, though she’d adorned herself with a rope of seagrass studded with small shells. The rope twined over her shoulders, and between and beneath her pale breasts.

She spotted Alaric quickly, floating in a broken archway. He’d clubbed his dark hair at the nape for travel. He was otherwise unadorned. He had the light brown skin of an angel shark, and a beautiful red and purple tail like a speckled hind.

Normally, he swam out to meet her when she approached; today, he remained where he was, peering down into the depths of the ocean. Leonie felt her own anxiety in the way he held his shoulders.

Today was the day that could change everything.

Happy birthday, my love, she thought.

Alaric turned then. His face changed a bit when he saw her, shifting from sad and distant to a weak smile.

Leonie… He opened his arms wide. Thank you.

You look sad. She wrapped her arms around him. She’d wanted to spend time with him before they talked about his pilgrimage, but she realized now that this was unrealistic. Are you… restless of spirit?

I don’t know. Alaric folded her in his arms. Their tails rippled gently in the water. I’m anxious.

I love you!

Alaric pressed his mouth to hers, his hand threading tenderly in her hair. I love you, too, Leonie. Always.

Leonie shuddered against him. You’re saying goodbye.

I don’t want to.

But you are.

I would feel worse if Artis gave me legs, and I never told you goodbye.

Later, when Alaric didn’t come back, when days turned into weeks turned into years, Leonie wondered how it was possible to feel any worse.

Present day, Leonie

Leonie’s mother, Marin, kept pace with her, anxiously peeking at her daughter as they swam. Leonie, for her part, tried to ignore the looks.

You don’t have to swim so fast, Leonie Cerulean!

The faster I get there, the faster Artis will send me home.

Leonie!

Leonie stopped swimming and pivoted to face her mother. The older merwoman could have been her sister, her own ginger hair in a loose cloud around her head. I’m sorry, Amma, but I just want to get this over with.

I know, Leonie. But I’m your mother, and we might never see each other again. I don’t know when the sea will call you home.

You believe she will give me legs. Leonie watched a froth of little bubbles escape her mother’s mouth, nose, and gills. Her mother only laced her breath like that when she was very upset.

I have never met more restless merfolk than you, starfish.

I love you, Amma. Leonie darted into her surprised mother’s arms. 

I know! And I love you! But your spirit has always been restless, and the loss of your merman did not help.

If he’s alive, Leonie said. I will find him. The only reason he hasn’t come back is because Artis kept his tail. He will be looking for me.

For your sake, I hope so. Marin gazed into her daughter’s eyes, her own a deep well of sadness. I will picture him waiting for you to surface with open arms, my starfish. You will see all the bright things that the surface has to offer. And then you and Alaric will be called home to the sea to give me grandchildren to spoil.

Leonie and her mother had to part ways here by the dead reef. She had to make the rest of her journey alone. Leonie had left Alaric here on his birthday more than two years prior. Now, she was the one following the landmarks to the entrance of the underwater cave.

Be careful, her mother had told her. The Earthwalkers have artificial fins and devices to breathe beneath the water. They have been caught exploring Artis’ cave.

With that in mind, Leonie kept a watchful eye on her surroundings as she approached the fated cave. The exterior of Artis’ cave was unassuming, though the altar within was reported to be beautiful. With that in mind, Leonie swam to the entrance, hesitating only a moment before entering.

The cave was dark, even to Leonie’s light-colored eyes. It was also narrow, and she let her fingers trail along the rock as she swam, not wanting to scrub herself on something rough or sharp. 

Fortunately, the tunnel widened, and the space around her grew more visible. 

Leonie’s head breeched the surface and she closed her gills, spewing water from her nose and mouth. Then she drew a breath of moist, cool air. Above her, light streamed in from an opening in the rock. The beam fell on a large, flat rock at the edge of the water. Everything was dark, brown, and moist.

This is it? she thought, swimming over to the rock. Am I in the wrong place? Did the Earthwalkers do something to—

“Leonie Cerulean.”

The voice startled her, and she whipped her head around, looking for the source. 

“Place your hands on the rock.” The voice was not just one voice. It was the voice of a million women of all ages speaking at once. Loud and alien, but somehow familiar. Leonie’s heart beat faster, and after taking a few steadying breaths, she complied with shaking hands.

As soon as her palms connected with the rock, Leonie’s body went rigid. She bowed up, eyes opening wide and then rolling back in her head. The cave expanded, filling with color and light. It was like being inside a giant prism, cold but colorful. Blinding. She gasped, her mouth falling open, and one of the beams plunged inside, disappearing into her throat.

Leonie. You will experience much pain. Much pleasure. Much sorrow. Much love. You are a restless spirit. Go and walk the Earth until I call you home.

Leonie wanted to ask about Alaric. About her mother’s wish for grandchildren. About all of the people who’d never returned. But the light in her throat had become a blade of glass. It carved deep inside of her, then twisted. She was frozen in position, unable to pull away from the rock or curve her body away from the pain. Blood bubbled up her throat and spilled from her lips. Red, hot blood leaked from her nose and eyes and ears. Beneath the water, her beautiful scales peeled and flaked off, and her tail twisted until it split, turning the water dark with her blood. 

Leone seized, impaled on the beam of light. Her gills sealed themselves and disappeared. Her lungs reformed themselves to breathe only air. Her heart briefly stilled, but the light arced through it, restarting it with a twitch. She became a creature of glass and blood and the light spectrum.

And then, with a faint pop, the prism light disappeared. Leonie clung to the rock, no longer bleeding, naked and kicking her new legs.

The water level in the cave rose, swirling around Leonie as she gasped and thrashed. She knew Earthwalkers couldn’t breathe water, and she was one of them now. Leone’s legs felt strange and weak. She dragged herself up onto the rock with shaking arms, but the water quickly closed over her head. 

The water lifted her, pushing her up toward the source of light at the top of the cave. Leonie scrabbled for purchase on the narrowing sides of the cave, tearing her fingernails on the rock. Her head bobbed above the surface and she sucked in a great breath, only for the water to cover her again. Her shoulder caught hard on the side of the cave and when it broke free, the pressure of the water forced her body out of the hole in the cave ceiling and into the open air.

Brilliant light blinded her. Leonie clapped her hands to her eyes. A wave of water crashed into her, knocking her sideways. She glanced painfully off a rock. Leonie tried to touch the bottom with her new feet, but couldn’t feel it. She was barely keeping herself afloat with her arms, her legs useless sticks beneath her. 

How do Earthwalkers swim? she thought. A wave smacked her in the face, and she gagged on what had been life-sustaining and was now life-taking. The salt burned her eyes and nose. As she struggled, her eyes slowly adjusted to the bright surface light. She could see land not far from where she treaded water. A sandy beach with people. 

Can I ride the waves?

Leonie pushed away from the rocks and rolled onto her back. Her aching body was slow to obey her, but once she stopped wriggling, she found that she could float. Another wave slammed into her, violently pushing her toward the beach.

This will work, she thought.

The next wave, however, sent her a surprise.

NET! 

Leonie knew about nets. Earthwalkers used them to hunt. Sometimes, they caught and fatally injured merfolk that way. She’d been fortunate to avoid them. Until now. The net tangled around her, weights pulling her just beneath the surface. Leonie could still feel the current pushing her toward the beach, but now she was stuck.

Don’t breathe! Leonie pressed one hand to her mouth and nose, pinching her own nostrils closed. 

You’ll be on land soon! Don’t breathe!

Her lungs burned. Everything around her was a confusion of blue-green water, sand, net, and rock. The more time passed, the more her lungs hurt. A spasm clenched her throat. She shuddered underwater, useless legs kicking. Her cheeks bulging, Leonie thrashed her head from side to side.

Don’t… breathe…

Don’t…

She opened her mouth and sucked in water like air.

Before, when she inhaled water with her gills, she felt sustained and supported. She preferred it to breathing air, though she could do both. Before.

Now, her Earthwalker body tried to breathe the water, but it surged in and out of her to no avail. Her vision darkened. The movement of her limbs slowed.

This is why people don’t come back, she thought, before she lost consciousness altogether.

Alaric

If Leonie was coming, it would be today. Her birthday. This morning, specifically. Any minute now. He nudged the bag he’d brought for her with his foot to reassure himself it was there. Clothing, food, drinking water, first aid kit, state ID and passport, marriage license. The last three items were fake, but merfolk had lived above the surface so long they had their resources.

The bag also included a pair of wedding rings to complete the story, but he wanted to explain Earthwalker customs to Leonie first.

Alaric stood with his hands in his pockets, eyes intent on the No Swimming Allowed portion of the surf. The Earthwalkers had it fenced and roped off well out into the water, though Alaric was amused by the futility of roping off the sea. 

Further down the beach, he saw families playing in the surf, sunbathers lounging in chairs, and a lifeguard up in their tower, watching the water.

Merfolk didn’t arrive down in the family swimming area, unfortunately. They were birthed amongst the rocks and had to swim their way to the beach. Most made it, but there had been days when they thought no one had surfaced, only for the Earthwalkers to find a beautiful naked corpse washed up further down the beach.

Alaric had spent his first sixth months on the surface here, learning how to use his new body and how to survive among the Earthwalkers. Then he’d traveled for more than a year, backpacking across America, using forged documents to travel to every continent except Antarctica.

He’d returned a few months ago to reintegrate into the surfaced merfolk community and wait for Leonie.

She’s a restless spirit of ever I saw one, he thought, a sharp sense of longing cutting through him. He’d been fine, he had. He enjoyed his travels. He’d met a lot of people and had good and bad experiences.

But he still missed her. He had dreams about holding her in his arms. Talking to her. Kissing her. Having Earthwalker sex with her.

Earthwalkers often seemed to doubt their love for each other, but Alaric was still a merman at heart. Playing the field was fine, encouraged even. But once you found your match or matches, merfolk tended to mate for life. Artis willing.

A particularly forceful wave caught his attention, and he glanced toward the rocks. A geyser of water shot into the air. Alaric took a series of quick steps toward the surf, hand shading his straining eyes.

The ocean was too rough and frothy today to make much out. Even down the beach where there weren’t rocks, he’d heard the lifeguard cautioning Earthwalkers from going too far out, and parents talking to children about the safety of the crashing waves.

Leonie…

He didn’t doubt she loved him. But if Artis hadn’t given her legs, there wasn’t anything either of them could do until Artis called him home. 

Another wave crashed, followed quickly by a third.

Then his eyes caught on something that wasn’t water or rock.

A pale something, floating on the surface. An ill feeling swept over him, and Alaric slowly kicked off his shoes. He took a few more steps into the surf, then pulled off his shirt, tossing it onto the sand behind him.

The pale thing rode the next wave, and he realized it was a body, tossed about at the mercy of the ocean.

“Leonie!” Alaric shouted, even though he still couldn’t be sure it was her. He ran through the shallows, then thrashed forward until the water was deep enough to swim in.

Alaric was a good swimmer. They all were once they got used to their legs. They all took CPR and first aid classes, something that came in handy often as newly surfaced merfolk learned how to swim with their new bodies. He cut through the water, his heart sinking as he got a closer look at the body.

A woman, long-limbed and pale. Face down in the water and caught up in a net. She had a cloud of ginger hair floating around her, tangled with sea grass.

Artis had given Leonie legs. Leonie had come.

Leonie had drowned.

Alaric swam the last yards and caught her by the hair. He dragged her into his arms, trying not to get tangled up in the net himself. He tugged at the net, pulling it over her head and turned her over in the water.

It was for sure Leonie. As beautiful as he remembered, only now her pale eyes were a dark blue. They stared up at the sky, lifeless. Her lips were blue as well.

Leonie! No, no, no! At moments like this, he forgot Earthwalker bodies couldn’t speak mind-to-mind. Not that Leonie could hear him either way.

Alaric towed them both further from the rocks and then floated her on her back, his left arm cradling her under her shoulders and the other reaching up so he could pinch her nose. Then he sealed her purple mouth with his. Alaric gave her five breaths. Each time, water came up from her mouth and their lips parted with a sputtering noise. Still, he thought he could see her chest rise. 

By the fifth breath, she still hadn’t revived, her body growing more ashen by the second. Alaric wrapped his arm across her chest and swam one-armed for the shore, trying to keep both of their heads above water.

The lifeguard from the family beach met him halfway, taking her legs and helping him run her out of the surf. They dragged the net with them, her legs still caught up in its grasp.

“What happened?” The lifeguard shouted, the excitement in his voice showing his nerves.

“My… wife was swimming,” Alaric fibbed. “She got caught in this net and pulled into the rocks!”

They laid her flat, moving so fast her body crashed to the sand. He could see white foam already leaking out of her nose and mouth, dripping onto the sand as her head tipped to the side. Alaric immediately bent over her, his hands tracing her exposed ribcage. Bits of his hair had come loose, and he tossed his head impatiently to get it out of his eyes.

The lifeguard was speaking into a radio and digging through his backpack. “We have a drowned female in the No Swimming Zone B. I need backup, the AED, and EMS. I repeat…”

Alaric didn’t know if this man had ever revived a drowning person, but Alaric had. Multiple times. He clasped his hands together and pressed the heel into Leonie’s sternum. His fingers overlapped her left breast as he began pumping up and down.

“One, two, three…” He’d done this before, but he could tell this was especially bad. Leonie’s body made a squelching noise each time he forced her sternum down. His previous victims hadn’t taken in much water. It sounded like Leonie had inhaled water until there was no more room for anything else. 

The lifeguard brought an oropharyngeal airway out of his bag and tipped Leonie’s head back, measuring the airway against her jaw. As he held her face there, foam ran from her nose and mouth, covering her face in a white sheet of liquid. Each compression of her chest sent a spray from her lips. Her stomach popped up rhythmically, the sloshing within audible to Alaric.

“I’ll keep going until you’re ready!” Alaric called out. He was well past thirty already, and Leonie wasn’t showing any signs of reviving. He wondered if her heart had already stopped beating. Wondered how long she’d been in the water before he spotted her.

The lifeguard gripped her jaw and forced her mouth open, muttering: “She’s seized up!” He got the airway between her teeth and turned it one hundred and eighty degrees, letting the flange rest on her teeth. Foam came up the airway and around it, spurting in time with the thrust of Alaric’s hands.

The lifeguard popped open a pocket mask and pushed the stem into place, then pressed it to Leonie’s pale face. Alaric paused compressions long enough for the lifeguard to blow twice into the mask, then he started compressions again. 

“One, two, three, four, five…”

Hurgh hurgh hurgh hurgh…

The ugly sound her body was making filled him with despair.

She tried to breathe underwater. Moments before, that would have been okay, but…

The tide was coming in. Water rose around Leonie’s sprawled body. He ignored the water, pumping Leonie’s chest until it was time for the lifeguard to breathe for her again. His eyes ran over her bruised and scraped body before it was time to beat her heart again. Her new legs were bleeding. 

“One, two, three, four, five….” Each press of his hands made her shoulders shrug, her belly pop, and her feet rock. He tried to concentrate on keeping the proper depth and speed, knowing that at this point she probably needed them to just keep oxygenated blood circulating until the defibrillator arrived. “…twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen…”

“Over there!” A small engine sputtered to a stop close by, and he heard feet hitting the sand. 

“…twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five…”

“We need to get her out of the water!” a woman shouted. Two more people dropped down next to Leonie’s limp body. 

“…thirty!”

As the first lifeguard gave her breaths, another tugged at the net, roughly dragging it free of her legs.

“Let’s lift her!” the female lifeguard called out. “Get her up to the dry!”

The four of them grabbed her and lifted: legs, each arm, head and shoulders. They ran her up the beach, her long, matted hair trailing in the sand. Alaric dropped to his knees with her, wincing as her body crashed down in front of him. His hands immediately found the bruise forming over her sternum and he began pumping her heart for her again.

“One, two, three, four…” The beach lifeguards moved quickly around him. He saw one assemble a bag-valve mask and connect it to an oxygen canister. Another unzipped the AED and grabbed the pads. “…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”

A lifeguard held the mask to Leonie’s face with two hands while the other squeezed the bulb. Leonie’s bruised chest rose and fell. Rose and fell again. The lifeguards kept the mask in place as Alaric bent over her, precisely rolling his clasped hands into her chest.

The third lifeguard reached in around Alaric’s hands to dry her chest with a towel and then apply the defibrillator pads. One went above Leonie’s right breast, the other on her left side. The lifeguard smoothed the pads down with his hands and then plugged the connector into the AED, flipping the switch.

Alaric didn’t stop compressions until he heard the AED say: “Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient.”

He lifted his hands and leaned back. The lifeguards at her head gave her a series of breaths as they waited, air gurgling in and out of Leonie’s airway.

“Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient! No shock advised. Continue CPR for two minutes.”

“I’ve got it!” the lifeguard operating the AED said. He leaned over Leonie and quickly resumed chest compressions.

Alaric didn’t move away. He wouldn’t, unless someone with authority told him to. Instead, he reached for her hand, which lay there flopping on the the sand with each thrust to her chest. Her fingers were cold and limp in his.

“What’s her name?” asked the lifeguard holding the mask.

“Leonie.”

The chest compressions were still audible. There was the hard thrusting sound of the man’s hands on her body. The sloshing sound of the water she’d swallowed. And the gurgle of the water in her lungs. Periodically, the lifeguards lifted the mask and let the water and foam run out.

He hadn’t seen her in so long, and her body was different now that Artis had given her legs. The way she looked now, with her hair matted and sandy, her face turning blue, her body bruised, Alaric hardly recognized her.

Her skin was paler than he remembered, though he acknowledged this was probably because she was dead or dying. The compressions were making her breasts wobble, the force traveling down to her stomach. It bulged up each time hands dug into her, emphasizing the force be was using. Alaric would hear stress in the man’s voice as he counted out compressions; these were just normal people, and Leonie was presenting them with a terrible challenge.

Her eyes were still open, bits of sand caught in her lashes and her eyes staring at nothing. As Alaric watched, her mouth sneered open beneath the mask and water spilled out.

The lifeguards lifted the mask, though one of them called out: “Don’t stop compressions”

Her head rocked, and her mouth gaped again, a wave of foam and water spilling out. It was running from her nose, too. Alaric had seen this once before, in a surfaced merman from another part of the world who’d drowned learning to swim in a swimming pool. The man hadn’t recovered.

“Agonal breathing,” he said, his voice quiet.

“Yes.” The female lifeguard reopened Leonie’s airway and pressed the mask to her face. The air made a gurgling noise as it flowed in and out of her, carrying with it more foam.

“One, two, three, four, five…”

The radio squawked: “EMS ETA 2 minutes your location.”

“…twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen….”

Alaric squeezed her hand, then pressed the fingers of his other hand to the radial pulse point in her wrist. He felt the lifeguard’s compressions bumping faintly against his fingers. He hovered there for a moment, then reached over and pressed his fingers to her femoral pulse. The beat was timed exactly with the man’s chest compressions.

“Good pulse with compressions,” he said. Then, as an explanation: “I have some training.”

“…thirty!”

Two more breaths, with the whoosh of the bag and the gurgle of the fluid in her lungs. Then the soft thumping sound continued.

“One, two, three…”

“Analyzing rhythm,” the AED cut in. “Do not touch patient! Analyzing rhythm!”

Alaric released her hand, and everyone leaned back.

“No shock advised. Continue—”

Alaric took over, his body lurching over hers and his hands thrusting forcefully into her chest. Her sternum sunk two inches each time he pressed. 

Come on, Leonie! Beat your heart! Breathe!

“One, two, three, four…”

Crack!

Alaric grit his teeth, but he didn’t stop until he reached thirty compressions.

“EMS brought their Gator,” one lifeguard said as she squeezed the bag. “I see them coming!”

Alaric felt the tiniest bit of relief, but he continued to make sure the chest compressions he was giving Leonie were the right depth and speed. It felt like an endless cycle; sternum down, stomach up, recoil. Sternum down, stomach up, recoil.

“I think we need to roll her for a second,” one lifeguard called out. “There’s a lot of fluid coming up!”

Alaric stopped compressions and helped roll Leonie onto her side. They let the water and foam drain for a few seconds, then quickly laid her flat again. Alaric pressed his hands to her cool skin and resumed compressions.

He was still pumping her chest when EMS pulled up. Three people in the back of the Gator, plus the driver.

“Female victim, unknown cause of drowning, possible injury on the rocks out there. The AED hasn’t advised any shocks.” the female lifeguard said. “She took in a lot of water.”

The medics slid a backboard along the sand by Leonie’s side, across from Alaric. Then someone said: “Sir, we can take over now, thank you.”

Alaric lifted his hands and scuttled a few feet away. Everything moved even faster, though he noticed the paramedic crew was quieter than the lifeguards had been. They verified Leonie’s absent pulse, and one of the medics started chest compressions. Another prepared what looked like a suction device. The third peeled off the defibrillator pads, while the fourth pulled her arm straight and cleaned the crook of her elbow.

“Alaric?” A hand landed on his shoulder. His friend Eldoris had arrived. He’d been surfaced for five years before Alaric got his legs. Eldoris kneeled beside him. “Is this who I think it is?”

“Leonie.”

“I’m so sorry.”

Alaric saw one of the medics open and assemble a laryngoscope, then reach over and remove the dripping oral airway from between her teeth. He’d had some practice with those in Europe, though he wasn’t certified to intubate patients in the United States. In short order, the medic slid an endotracheal tube down her throat, not waiting for compressions to be paused. Foamy fluid surged out of the top of the tube, running down the sides and across her lips and chin.

“She got caught in a net, I think. I didn’t… I didn’t see her come up. She was just… in the water, suddenly.” His voice was flat. “Artis betrayed her.”

“Do you have her ID and paperwork that I gave you?” Eldoris squeezed his shoulder, ignoring his comment about Artis. “I can get it from your room.”

Alaric looked around for his bag and spotted it several yards away. “Could you grab that bag? It has everything in there. I also have a shirt and shoes around here somewhere. I’ll… I’m sure there will be a ride to the hospital no matter how this goes.”

“I’ll find your clothes and get your bag,” Eldoris said. He stood, brushing sand off his pants. “You stay here with Leonie. Pearl can drive us to the hospital.”

Pearl had been here more than a decade and was one of two surfaced merfolk Alaric had ever met who’d learned how to drive. Alaric assumed he’d learn, if Artis didn’t call him back soon. Once he’d conquered flying in an airplane without having a panic attack, Alaric thought driving would be simple.

He wanted to tell Leonie about the planes.

“Pause compressions for analysis,” the lead medic said. The monitor was emitting a series of dings and alarms that sounded ominous to Alaric. “PEA… I want one milligram epinephrine and let’s get her in a c-collar and on the backboard for two more minutes of quality CPR. Keep an eye on oxygenation. Don’t hyperventilate.”

Once the c-collar was on, the group quickly rolled Leonie onto her side and slipped the backboard in place. When she was flat again, a different medic took over chest compressions. 

“Suction her again. Fast. We have to keep her oxygen up.”

Artis… what was the purpose of this? Why should anyone come to your altar if this could be the result?

He thought of his own transformation. The pain, the blood leaking from every orifice. The confusion and struggle. He’d very nearly drowned himself, collapsing facedown in the surf on his coltish legs. Eldoris and Pearl had saved him.

Was it a blood sacrifice for you? You know, some of these Earthwalkers don’t believe in deities. Sometimes, like right now, I could almost understand.

“Here.” Eldoris sat Alaric’s bag next to him in the sand, along with his shoes, then handed him his shirt. “I’m going to find Pearl. Will you be okay alone?”

Alaric nodded, feeling numb as he pulled his sandy shirt over his head.

“I will tell everyone to pray.” Eldoris gave him a worried look and then turned to jog up the beach.

Leonie looked bad. Alaric had to acknowledge this fact; maybe his angry train of thought meant he already had. One of the lifeguards held an IV bag high. Another held her airway open for the medic squeezing the bag. They had a blood pressure cuff wrapped around one of her arms. Worst was the relentless pumping of her chest. 

At this angle, he couldn’t really see her face. Just her chin, the c-collar, the hands pressed between her quivering breasts, the white defibrillator pads, and her stomach, rounding with each compression. Artis had given Leonie curvy hips, a soft-looking tuft of ginger pubic hair, and long thighs. Her legs and feet were bruised and covered in sand. Alaric wondered if Leonie was getting a sunburn laid out on the beach like that. He’d actually dropped some sunscreen in his bag for her, remembering how fair her skin was.

He thought about how she’d looked when they said goodbye to each other. Hair flowing in the water. Decorated with braids of seagrass. Her skin white-blue, tail long and flowing, with blue-green scales and gossamer fins. Her irises the most delicate blue. She’d kissed him, and the water filled with the fine bubbles of her sorrow.

There wasn’t any putting her back in the ocean. He couldn’t give her lifeless body to Artis and come back home one day to find her waiting. Their story would end here if she didn’t revive soon. The Earthwalkers would not keep trying forever.

“Pause… Okay, we’ve got v-fib, charging to three-sixty.”

The medic gave her a quick series of chest compressions, and then the lead called out: “Everyone clear!”

Please, Leonie. Please, Artis.

The bag was unhooked, and everyone raised their hands.

“Administering shock now…” Leonie’s body jerked, a split second bow of her back and a shockwave that flicked her limbs. “Shock administered.”

A lifeguard stepped in for chest compressions, his shoulders rocking quickly over his hands. Almost as quickly as he started, however, Alaric heard one of the women say: “Pause compressions, I think we got her!”

Alaric moved quickly, squeezing himself in amongst the first responders. Sure enough, Leonie was moving. Her hands came up, legs writhing weakly, facial muscles pulling into a grimace. Alaric pressed his fingers into her femoral pulse just as the others reached to do the same at her neck, wrist, and the other side of her groin. The medic holding the bag kept squeezing it regularly.

Her heartbeat pulsated beneath his fingertips, and Alaric let out a shocked huff of air.

“Got a pulse. Keep ventilating her, Quentin. Get her on half a microgram fentanyl IV, Cheryl. Bill, I need her blood pressure before we give her anything other than that.” The medic speaking leaned over Leonie and said: “Ma’am? Leonie, if you can hear me, try to remain calm. You had an accident at North Beach and you are intubated. Your…”

“Husband,” Alaric said, realizing the man was looking at him now. “Alaric.”

“Your husband Alaric is here, and he will meet you at the hospital.” The medic leaned back, though his eyes shifted to Alaric again. “Do you have a ride? I know your… compound does not have a lot of drivers.”

“Yes, I have a ride.” Alaric ignored the man’s use of the word ‘compound.’ “Are you taking her to North General?”

“Yes sir. What’s that blood pressure, Bill?”

Alaric heard the hiss of the blood pressure cuff before Bill said: “Ninety over sixty.”

“Alright. Cheryl, get her on a pump, half a milligram ketamine IV. She’s moving a lot. We need to keep her calm. They’ll likely want to keep her intubated for the next twenty-four hours.”

The man was right; Leonie’s legs especially kept moving. They flexed, then relaxed. Her feet pedaled the air. Alaric wondered if she thought she was moving her tail, or if she remembered she had legs now.

“Can I talk to her before you go?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Bill, swap positions with the husband for a moment and get ready to load her on the Gator.” The man leaned forward, reaching for the buckle straps attached to the backboard.

Alaric scooted down, taking Leonie’s hand. When he squeezed it, he felt her fingers move. Her eyes were closed now, and the paramedics were still breathing for her, but Alaric felt hope warm the center of his chest. “Leonie. It’s Alaric. I love you. You made it, Leonie! It’s so good to see you alive! When you have your legs under you, we have so much to talk about. So much to see and do. Just be patient, my love. You are going to be okay.”

Her fingers twitched in his grasp, and Alaric brought her hand to his lips, gently kissing her fingers.

Leonie, approximately thirty hours later

Everything was wrong.

There were strange noises. A whooshing sound. Clicks. Beeps. Strange smells that she couldn’t identify. Harsh and acrid. She was cold. Her skin felt dry. Her lungs felt dry.

Did I get beached? What did Amma call it? A chemical spill? An oil slick? Plastic island? Earthwalker damage.

There was something in her mouth, running down her throat. It fed her air instead of water. Against her will, her chest inflated, then deflated. Inflated, deflated. Leonie tried to move, but her body felt strange. Heavy. Her chest hurt, and her tail… moved in two separate pieces.

LEGS!

“Leonie!It’s okay! You are in a hospital, a place where Earthwalkers go for healing.”

Alaric? She’d heard his dry voice before, when they explored the surface or visited caves. But she hadn’t expected to hear it now.

Alaric! You’re here!

“The thing in your mouth is breathing air for you. It must be uncomfortable. Think about the first time you switched from breathing water to air.” A dry hand linked with hers and gave her fingers a squeeze.

She remembered the first time her parents took her to a surface cave. They told her she would have to breathe through her mouth or nose, and not her gills. Her mother said it was an important skill to learn for emergencies. Leonie watched her father try it, saw his gills close and water spill from his nose and mouth. Then he made an exaggerated inhalation motion with his mouth, sucking in air like he was gulping water.

“See, starfish? It’s not so bad. You can speak with your chords if you breathe dry air.” He smiled down at her in the water, where she floated with her gills just beneath the surface.

Could I sing like Mom? she asked.

Yes, her parents said simultaneously. 

Earthwalkers drown in the water. Will I drown in the air?

“No, Leonie,” her Dad said. “Merfolk have superior respiratory systems. We can breathe both.”

Are you ready, starfish? her mother asked.

Yes, Amma!

 Marin handed Leonie up to Caspian, and he sat her on the edge of the rock, his eyes intent on her face.

“Close your gills, starfish.”

This was hard. At first, her gills gaped painfully wide, and water drooled not just from her gills but from her nose and mouth. Then she got her gills to lie closed, but she couldn’t figure out how to expel the water. 

Her father reached out and patted her on the back just a little too hard, making her body rock. Leonie lurched forward, and the water spilled from her nose. She made a strange noise, and it came out of her mouth as well. The water spilled back into the pool where her mother waited for her, a big smile on her face.

“Good, Leonie! Now, sip the air with your mouth!”

“Leonie?” Alaric’s voice cut through her reverie. She’d lost track of where she was, and when, and during that time she’d been letting the thing breathe for her without difficulty. “People will come soon. Healers. But we call them doctors and nurses in this hospital, okay?”

Leone opened her eyes.

The brightness of the room pulled her back to when Artis had given her legs and flooded her out of the altar cave. She’d risen to the surface, blinded by the light. And then she’d drowned in the water like an Earthwalker.

“You’re okay, Leonie. I’m so sorry you had a hard time coming to the surface. But you’re safe now. I’m here with you.”

Leonie blinked several times until the room came into focus. Then she saw him. He was dry, but he looked much the same. He wore his dark hair clubbed for travel, and donned Earthwalker clothing. But he was her Alaric.

I missed you! I worried you were dead! I love you! I love you!

“We can’t speak with our minds in these bodies,” Alaric said. He touched her face, and though they were both dry, his touch felt nice on her skin. “But I think I know what you want to say. I love you, too. Always.”

--

Leonie and Alaric return in Beached.

#resus writing #cpr resus #female resus #fantasy

[gritsandbrits]

Funny stuff i often think about in my rewrite of shrek the third

There's a character named Walter Crumpet who is a medieval version of Walter Cronkite, he's known as the most trusted man in far far away

Bruce and charming holding auditions for an execution as if it they're doing a performance

Shrek loses his fear of fatherhood but gains a new one: geese

"In a once in a lifetime move science and magic works together to take down religion!"

One of the contestants at the aforementioned audition is a rendition of lady gaga's bloody mary sung by the actual legend herself (no seriously she climbs out of a mirror to sing the chorus)

Sleeping Beauty dates the Sandman (no not that one, not THAT one either)

Gwynn's full name is Gwenhwyfar but she calls herself Gwynn due to a lot of women having the same name

Rhodanthe's only other friend is Ophelia of Hamlet fame; they met after Rho catches Ophelia floating around in her fishing pond

Rhodanthe working at the medieval equivalent to Claire's except its called Faire's.

John Delaney voices Lancelot - no wait that's actually canon lol

In this version Harold doesn't die but experiencing a frog life's crisis he also requested the song to play at his funeral much to Lillian's duress

Artie's sword comes in the form of a pen

The soundtrack includes everything from current hits to 80s rock to royalty free music to royalty music to video game OSTs.

One scrapped ending was Artie ultimately rejecting his claim in favor of becoming a writer. Get it? king AUTHOR

Handheld mirrors double as cellphones so there's psa on not being on your mirror while you ride your horse

Nimue is Merlin's ex wife and living her best life in the enchanted forest as a hippie

The scene where Gwynn is getting the Movie Makeover with the Evil Queen being her stylist and she asks which lipstick flavor Gwynn prefers, and Gwynn throws out randomly "lightning in a bottle" and the evil queen shows an actual lipstick shade

Doris knows the exact brand of Chapstick Charming uses much to everyone's disgust

The aforementioned lightning in a bottle shocks your lip to a glossy shade and you're not allowed to eat drink or kiss anything for 30 min

During the villain attack Walter Crumpet interviews one of them as it happens as calmly and plainly like a regular interview instead of villains busting up the place

Said interview ends with the villain making a shoutout to Gwynn Who sees the whole event back at the Poison apple, looking absolutely mortified

Charming's dad name isn't anything fancy or glorious like Brutimus or Bruciel. It's just Bruce. And charming treats it as the most metal thing ever

Broken mirrors often sound like static so you have to physically move the mirror like you would an antenna

Shrek immediately rejecting "Shrek Jr." As a name suggestion.

Rho gets asked if she ever tried out for Quadball (Quidditch)

The axe Charming got in his medieval meals turns out to be a chekovs gun

Gwynn's favorite Chapstick flavor is bubblegum

Artie has a secret stash of "Maidens" magazines obviously a play on Playboy

Gwynn attempts to teach Charming how to be a real king by replicating a sequence from Aardman's Next

Rho continually refers to Shrek as the Green Knight much to his insistence that he isn't

Fiona meets Igraine's ghost and admits that's the least weirdest thing she's ever seen

Godmother REALLY got around in her younger years

Just the fact Godmother isn't a witch she just appropriated some of their customs for her business, such as with capitalism

Merlin showing shrek and co. his entire Arsenal of magic Matrix-style complete with the iconic black suits

Artie's favorite band is the Bremen Town Musicians and yes they are farm animals

The Bremen Town Musicians also play along the opening theme of the story

Just the opening theme being another Joan Jett song (I Love Rock and Roll)

Far Far Away's waffle house being the only place tho stays open even during the occupation

Charming tries to intimidate shrek's friends like in the canon movie but he gets ficking roasted instead. It's so bad the other villains sneak in a laugh

Gwynn taking Charming out for a night in the town to show him real adult fun which results in a bar fight, drag carriage race, and egging mansions

Charming accidentally breaks the window of said mansion because he confused a small rock with an egg

Walter Crumpet storms out of mansion with a boomboom stick as gwynn and charming run off

Bruce is played by none other than Ash Williams himself. He even says groovy at some point.

Sir Cumference is the same species as Humpy Dumpty

Charming'd first rule as king is free cherry Chapstick

The princesses are a precure style sentai team complete with sparkly transformation sequences and cheesy attack phrases

Every time Charming and Artie shares the same scene someone mentions how much they look alike

The bad wolf after seeing red riding hood: "oh no not this bitch"

The single most important reason behind Rhodanthe's name: so that every time someone greets her they start singing the row row row your boat song

The villains argue whether to eat the three little pigs due to the moral implications of eating animals with clear human sapience and intelligence

Gwynn and Charming fight each other with swords in a subtle allegory for hate sex while the other villains cheer them on

The fight gets featured on Ye Olde Worlde Star (yes it exists in the shrek universe)

A scrapped subplot the ones where the triplets are born early, one of them (Felicia) gets left behind and Gwynn ends up taking care of her. She absolutely squees at the sight bc ogre or not that's still a baby and the cutest thing EVER

The message of the movie is "white men really do ruin everything"

Despite being one of the most powerful magicians ever Merlin can't figure out how it's possible for a donkey and a dragon to have kids

The villains having beef with a frog

Charming finds out Fiona may possibly be his cousin and leaves which is immediately followed by the sound of him vomiting in the trash can. Poor bastard

Bruce referring to himself as a manly badass hero

Friar's Bot having to drop the Fat part due to being deemed offensive

"Nine thousand channels and nothing to watch!" Bruce grumbled while flipping through the crystal ball

Frat Boy Snow White

Rho leading an army of swans against the villains like a WW2 aerial crusade

Cinderella sanitizing everything she uses and uses a leech as a vacuum cleaner

Every scene Bruce has a different woman on his shoulder absolute CHAD

Punch and Judy is a action figure called Punchin' Judy that Gwynn still owns it is a marionette with boxing gloves that can say dozens of different phrases

I kept the fight scene where Hook plays the piano the whole time cuz it's simply too good to leave out with the added bonus of EVERYONE singing

Famous celebs includes Katy Fairy, Sir Tom, Janet Jacksondottir, Pinke, and Zendaya. Yep her name still the same.

At the end where everything is over and charming and gwynn do their anguished love announcement and kiss and it's a cute scene but then they REALLY get into the kiss much to everyone's annoyance. Shrek forcefully breaks them apart.

The monster trees uses wood furniture

Charming having no real plan after takin the throne bc he didn't think he even get this far

#i have a ton of material we're just getting started #shrek #shrek oc

[abybweisse]

Ch197 (p5), Ginny's going to fledge

Well, Finny and Snake seem to think Artie's a boy. So Idk 🤷🏻‍♀️ And Snake's snakes have him talking about himself in third person... negatively.

Anyway, that matron shows up looking for Susan... to whisper something to her.

It's obviously serious news, not something happy, but then Susan puts on this overly enthusiastic expression to make the announcement.

Most of the kids look excited for her, including Daniel, who must also be a bit envious. In fact, those floating puffy sparkles suggest there's more envy than happiness. Oliver and Artie have more genuine... worried... reactions.

Finny recalls that Ginny was crying earlier that day and also realizes she's not the oldest student there. So, what's the actual criteria for fledging? I have a developing theory that if you are deemed to not fit well enough, you might get fledged out just to be drained of blood. The absolute best fits are kept a while longer, making them better for potential soul transplants later. Doll will get blood from Ginny instead of "wasting" the top student in the Corgi class. This suggests that the Pomeranian fledged earlier might have just been a blood source. (Though a soul source who is destined to fail is also still a possibility.)

This news has got Oliver so upset that he's forgotten about the orange peels on the cast iron stovetop, and they've started to burn. BTW, what is he carrying? A spatula with one slot in it? Some sort of candy thermometer?? 🤷🏻‍♀️

The staff is making such a big deal of the fledging being a happy occasion, reinforcing the idea that students should want to fledge. But when we see those puff ball sparkles, we know there's something off about it. Forced emotions. They are just putting on a show.

And Oliver isn't the only one who's taking this news as something serious, perhaps ominous. I don't think Oliver and Artie are envious or jealous of Ginny. I think they are terrified for her... and for themselves. And Finny, who has shown to be very observant (since ch1!), takes notice. Snake not quite so much. He looks genuinely happy for Ginny.

Finny and Snake need some time this evening or overnight to discuss what's really happening, so they can figure out how to save her. Or at least try. I'm hoping one of these others -- Artie, Oliver, or Theo -- can help them figure out what's really going on here.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #ch197 #chapter release #chapter review #chapter analysis #ginny #susan #artie #finny #finnian #snake #oliver #daniel #orphanage #fol orphanage #fledging #collie #corgi #mastiff #theo #pomeranian #ominous #observation #thoughts #feb 20 2023 #part five #part 5

[thatanimewriter]

BOOM, BITCH. A BIRD.

➳ request: Ok, so like I see your cute bird x bnha boys and raise you s/o not telling anyone they can turn into a bird and absolutely terrorizing anyone and everyone. Like oh you want to go for a drive? Too bad theres bird shit in a smiley face on the drivers side window. Like amajiki's s/o terrorizing mirio for no reason at all.

➳ character/s: midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, togata mirio, amajiki tamaki, shinsou hitoshi

➳ warnings: swearing

➳ notes: thank you for the requesttt, i love chaotic s/o’s that are absolute fucking MENACES. as always, reader still has the wings and stuffff but these are mostly discussing the one incident in which they found out

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 + 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  

── 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔.  

honestly, he thought you were pretty chill

assumed you were one of the more cute and quaint bird people

but he soon found out this was not true.

he tried to use black ink and a brush to do some arty things

we love a creative boi

and then he comes back to these little bird footprints all over the page with your initials in the bottom corner

but he was so confused

because you’re not a bird??

but he hears you in the bathroom

so he comes in after knocking

and sees you sitting on the edge of the bathtub

aggressively scrubbing your feet of ink

‘that painting was almost finished.’

you didn’t feel bad after he told you that actually

‘i finished it though.’

he couldn’t deny that one

so he kinda just lets you be a pest in bird form

he got you to help out with his quirk book though

── 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈.  

he had suspicions 

because if he’s sometimes shitty to you

SURELY you’re the same to him

he was correct

because he left the house for a solid 10 minutes

and he comes back to tons of your feathers on his bed

and you’re nowhere to be found

so he thinks you’ve been fucking kidnapped or something

and is very frantically searching for you

you have giant wings

it shouldn’t be this hard to find you

but then he hears some flapping above his head

and when he looks up

something wet lands on his forehead

pausing for a bit

he reaches up to wipe it off

and sees this bird has shit on his face

and that moment overrode the fact that you can turn into a bird

── 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐎.  

also very unassuming

he liked playing with your wings

cuddling on the couch

but he tugged on one of your feathers too hard one time

so he went on a walk through the park

saw a bird with the same colours as your wings

held out a finger for it to land on

surprisingly, it does

and he brings it closer to his face

he inspects you for a bit

but is soon met with a bitch slap from the bird’s wing

and some white powdery stuff floats in the air for a bit

he just stares at you

very unimpressed

and then you reached into your wing

picked a feather out

spat it in his face and flew away

he understood after that.

── 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐎.  

he hoped you were gonna be like this

he needs fun

and he really wanted you to be chaotic for SPICE

he was at a picnic with tamaki and nejire

and a bird that reminded the others of you landed on the edge of the picnic blanket

nejire asked if the bird reminded him of you

he looks at it and the bird makes eye contact with him

and then he fucking says

‘nah, it looks cooler than they would be if they were ever a bird’

which then caused you to fly over to him

shove your head into his pocket to get his house keys

and fly away

when he gets home, he calls you

and is actually cacking himself laughing

tells you the whole story

and then you’re like

‘yeah, laugh it up, bitch. you’re not getting your keys back.’

he ended up stealing them back and had then started a prank war with you

── 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈.

the poor boy

he doesn’t deserve this

but he can admit it’s funny-

he saw you (as a bird) on his windowsill

thought you were just some random bird

and started talking to you

then he goes to pet your head

and the closer his finger gets

the narrower your eyes become

until finally

you bite his finger

and in his attempt to pull his hand away, you’re flapping your wings to tug his finger back

when he stopped trying

you lost your grip

flew too far 

and tumbled out of the window

he paused for a bit and then you came back up, as a human

and he felt really bad for almost killing you via falling out of a window but it’s fine-

── 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈.  

he hates you

not really, but he hates you >:((

give the boy a break

he was cuddling with you once

fell asleep

classic shinsou move

and when he woke up

you were poofed

you’d disappeared

he went to sit up and felt weight in his hair

then something yanked it

and then BIT HIS EAR

he swats you off 

grabs you by the torso

glares at this bird because what the fuck

but after he lets you go and you’ve come back as a human, you go

‘damn, that was kinda hot.’

‘get the fuck out-’

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #togata mirio #amajiki tamaki #shinsou hitoshi #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #togata mirio x reader #amajiki tamaki x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #boku no hero academia imagines #my hero academia imagines #bnha imagines #mha imagines #midoriya izuku imagines #bakugou katsuki imagines #todoroki shouto imagines #togata mirio imagines #amajiki tamaki imagines #shinsou hitoshi imagines

[floating-pisces]

Here's the preview for my scenes on the Danny Phantom RePhanimated project coming out in may!!! Check out the trailer here! I'm so freaking excited for it to be released ahhhhhh it was worked on by so many cool animators!!

#RePhanimated #danny phantom #Danny Phantom Rephanimated #dannyversary #floating-arties

[weehughie]

Victorious 2022, coming to a common near you soon… • • #victorious #victoriousfestival #victorious2022 #victoriousfestival2022 #festival #musicfestival #southsea #southseacommon #southseacastle #southseaesplanade #portsmouth #southseaseafront #floating #arty #gettingarty #bluesky #colour #colourful #victorioussign #iphone #vibrant #music #brightbluesky #multicoloured #concert #bankholiday (at Southsea Common) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChH_qwJohgB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#victorious #victoriousfestival #victorious2022 #victoriousfestival2022 #festival #musicfestival #southsea #southseacommon #southseacastle #southseaesplanade #portsmouth #southseaseafront #floating #arty #gettingarty #bluesky #colour #colourful #victorioussign #iphone #vibrant #music #brightbluesky #multicoloured #concert #bankholiday

[prydainroyals]

George couldn't keep Alice's words out of his mind.

They and Arthur's return haunted him like unwanted spectres, especially during these long winter months where his drinking worsened as the deep cold from the north spread its fingers downward across the hemisphere.

A day later, the King stood burdened by a raging hangover as the palace staff filed out of the audience chamber.

A King should never have to wait for someone else to arrive, George thought bitterly.

Not even for his mother, who he knew was late on purpose. 'Fashionably late' as she used to say to her late husband, the former King.

The hangover raged on and all the tension in George's body seemed to funnel painful fire up through him straight into his head, aiming right between the eyes.

When the staff were gone at last, he settled on a settee and blocked the bloody morning light with his hands.

Why on Earth did she have to insist on early meetings...?

"Why the fuck can I not say 'no'?" he muttered.

"Because I didn't raise you to be a disappointment," the Queen Mother quipped, causing George to sit bolt upright with a scowl thrown to the men at the door. She probably told them not to announce her-- cowards.

Gwyneth stood nearby, eyeing her son disapprovingly.

George wanted to sneer at her, but he didn't have the fight in him at the moment. He hadn't had that fight in him since the death of the Queen those years ago.

"And yet, you seem intent still to be just that--disappointing! Really, Georgie, not even your father stooped to hangovers affecting him so openly--"

On and on she nattered. Watcher, help him, on and on and on--

"--you really should get your act together. You're the King, and you must set a better example--"

--and on and on and ON--!

"Enough!" George wearily snapped. Gwyneth raised her eyebrows over her shoulder, and perhaps surprisingly, she smiled.

"Good to know you still have a backbone."

George nearly rolled his eyes right out of his skull, but he didn't want to give his mother the satisfaction.

"What is it you want, Mother?" he asked dryly.

Gwyneth, as ever seemingly unaffected by her son's demeanor, carried on.

"I've asked you here-"

"Asked. Ha!"

"--I've asked you here," she continued firmly, "because i've caught wind of dear Alicia's plans for little Artie."

The last words Arthur spoke to George in private suddenly floated through George's dehydrated, sleep-deprived mind.

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What of it, Mother?"

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I hate her so much. I hope you learn to hate her too.

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#c: george x #c: gwyneth #atff: story

[firewoodwander]

Hi! For the kissing prompts, can I ask for Rex/Tup + 3?

3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me”

Kiss prompts

It’s a party. Not an official one, of course. Delayed, too, until the boys knew they had at least two full days in hyperspace to get themselves trashed and work off the hangover without risking an attack in the middle.

But Tup and Fives were shipped off to Kamino and came back. Jesse decided that was good enough reason to crack open Hardcase’s old crates of moonshine, and Rex doesn’t fault him.

On the record, Rex isn’t actually present. But what the General doesn’t care to keep track of won’t hurt him, and the boys are more than happy to cover his ass (probably because they want to get him equally drunk, but no matter). They are, currently, thoroughly embroiled in teaching Tup how to dance.

“I didn’t even know you had access to the tannoys,” Rex says. Fives grins, topping up Rex’s borrowed cup from the bottle he’s been guarding all night.

“Just for one night,” he promises. And then, “Artie chose the music,” as if that makes it a fair bargain. Maybe it does. The music’s not so bad.

Hardcase’s drink is best swallowed quickly and without savouring. Rex is already very warm and relaxed when he downs half his new glass at once, and then his head spins a little until he shakes away the burn.

“Captain!” someone yells. Rex looks up, finds a whole squad of troopers grinning at him, and feels apprehension drop like a stone in his stomach. “Catch!”

Fives is quick enough to pick the cup out of Rex’s hand before its contents ends up a sticky mess on the floor. But that means Fives is in on this, and that means he’s been setting Rex up.

Tup, practically thrown across the floor by his squad mates, stumbles into Rex and grapples onto his shoulders for purchase. Rex takes his waist to steady him. Tup’s hair is a flyaway mess and he’s smiling like he physically can’t stop, well past tipsy and into drunk and surely this is going against medic’s orders.

“Hey, Captain,” he greets with a wicked sort of grin—and Rex doesn’t finish that thought, because he does know better. He looks around for any of the medics instead; Kix waves to him from Jesse’s side and Coric pretends not to see him at all. Traitors.

Tup starts moving in Rex’s arms. Just swaying at first, but he clearly wants to keep dancing.

“The Captain isn’t here, Tup,” Rex tells him. At his confused look, he tries again. “The Captain wouldn’t allow his men to be drinking on-shift.”

“Oh,” Tup hums. He smiles some more, hands wandering absently over Rex’s chest. “Fives says you dance.”

Just because Fives says so does not mean Rex has anything to prove. It doesn’t.

He still takes one of Tup’s hands in his and spins him, compensating heavily for Tup’s drunken lack of coordination. It’s easy enough to find a rhythm—back, together, to the side, sway—and Rex can dance. Throwing him at the prettiest trooper in his squad who just so happens to have a crush on him is simply pure evil.

Rex spins him again. Tup goes with it, lets one boot come up off the floor so he doesn’t trip, and, well. For that, Rex can’t resist dipping him back over his knee.

Ahsoka usually punches him for showing off. Tup, though—Tup stares at him with wide eyes and an open mouth, strands of dark hair floating around his flushed face.

“Kiss me,” he says, utterly breathless.

Rex pulls him back upright, swallowing hard, and uses the arm he has around Tup’s waist to keep him crushed to his chest. This close, this tipsy, there’s no clarity of thought that’s going to keep Rex from following exactly as ordered.

Someone whoops. There are loud jeers and piercing whistles, and Tup’s hand braced on his shoulder slides up to his neck and tilts them for a better angle.

Rex is going to put every single one of them on KP duty from now until they arrive back at the front. He will. Just… after he’s done dancing.

#spoilers: he was not done for a very long time. so long in fact that he completely forgot #rex/tup #cloneshipping #writing tag

[justabloop]

Karma

spoilers for arti... kind of... I guess...

This is a little complicated, but I'll try to explain... In this au, karma is like a glowing... thing... that like floats above the wrist. I originally planned for it to be a tattoo, but Spearmaster and Rivulet's Wrists are too thin. Just like in the game, if the slugcat dies, the karma level goes down, and hibernating raises it up again. I'll make a post about karma gates later because it's kind of complicated. Also, as demonstrated in arti's campaign, scavengers have karma levels, so they also have the floating karma symbols.

#rain world art #rain world downpour #rain world #rain world spoilers #rain world spearmaster #rainworld spearmaster #rainworld artificer #rainworld gourmand #rainworld saint #It's kind of Arti spoilers because the “Scavs have karma...KILL THEM TO PROGRESS!!” is arti only