#frog little eden

[salty-croissants]

what do Bullfrog and Rayman/Ramon like to do when they're cuddling with the reader? 😊

Thank you for the request ! 

It’s like , very late for me right now … but I got a burst of inspiration as soon as I read what the request was about : this is something that I’m always happy to write … just wholesome affection between the reader and the boys , love this prompt very much :,) ❤️

I hope this turned out okay ! 

I’m probably gonna pass out after this lmao , it was worth it tho :,)👍

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Bullfrog 💚

The number one rule this frog has when cuddling with you ? He wants you to be as comfy as possible , and if you want Bullfrog is going to bring something to drink for the both of you : a nice cup of tea , some juice … anything goes , as long as you like it .

< Here’s your tea , mon amour … be careful , it’s still hot . > 

< Thanks love , you’re the best ~ > 

If you’re someone who happens to get very flustered when he speaks French , Bullfrog will have the time of his life whispering sweet nothings in your ear while holding you in his arms … 

The way you blush is just so cute for him ^//^ 

< y/n , ma bien-aimée, tu es merveilleuse à tous points de vue … ~ > 

< B-Bullfrog pleasee ! ~ > 

One silly personal headcanon that I have is that Bullfrog gets especially relaxed by sounds of streams of water streams , waterfalls and other similar things , so I imagine that he would be very happy to have them as a bit of a background ambience while snuggling close with his beloved … 

He probably saves all of those “10 hours of waterfall sounds to sleep and relax to” compilations , he just likes them a lot :) 

Rayman 🧡

Now this man … 

This man doesn’t get as many chances to cuddle you as he’d like , given that he has to deal with so much while working on his show , so you can be sure that Rayman will make the times he can be with you truly special … 

< Aw … did you light up all these candles for me ? > 

< Mhm , I sure did . Cuddles with my lovely y/n need a bit of atmosphere after all ~ > 

< Hehe , you’re always so sweet Ray , thank you ~ > 

Rayman loves to just lay his head on your lap while staring up at you … it’s such a nice moment of intimacy , especially since it’s a position that makes it easy to snatch a kiss or two … or maybe three ;//) 

< Here , come a little closer y/n … god , I’ve missed this so much … ~ > 

While he likes to be able to talk to you while you cuddle ( especially since you’re possibly the only person who he can be fully sincere with ) , Rayman adores to just listen to anything you may want to say while snuggling close to you and let the sound of your voice relieve him from all his troubles …

He is just so glad to have you , he can’t stress about it enough ! 

Ramon 🖤

I think it’s safe to say that after everything that’s happened , Ramon has become even more physically affectionate than before : he just really needs all the reassurance he can get , so one thing he’ll do when you cuddle is wrap his hands around your waist to prevent you from even thinking about getting up …

< Ah geez , is that my phone … ? Can I just check real quick who it is ? > 

< No . Might be another one of Eden’s tricks to try and locate us . > 

< Heh … are you sure it’s not also an excuse to keep me from getting up ? > 

< Hmm … I dunno what you mean ~ > 

He really loves to bury his face in your chest : the sound of your heartbeat and your warmth are like a shelter from the outside world , and Ramon longs for nothing more than having you as close to him as possible . 

It’s also so very relaxing for him to be able to be vulnerable at least for a moment … he just can’t begin to express how important you are to him , but he’ll do his best .

< y/n … I love you so much , you know that … ? 

You’re … heh , literally everything I could ever ask for . > 

If you end up falling asleep while you cuddle together , Ramon is going to be watching over you for quite some time , looking at you while occasionally leaving little kisses on your face …

He won’t rest until he’s sure that you’re safe , he won’t allow anything bad to happen to you … not now nor ever . 

#captain laserhawk #x reader #bullfrog x reader #rayman x reader #bullfrog captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk bullfrog #captain lazerhawk rayman #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #rayman #gender neutral reader

[lesiasmadness]

Ok tw for death cause I'm boutta to talk about the bomb in Bullfrog's head some more

But like... Whatever Sarah had going on was known by Eden right? The enemy of state betrayal thing was just a cover up, so I'm assuming the bombs inside protag's heads aren't just a thing she did unauthorized, the higher ups know (unless i missed some line that contradicts this and look stupid rn which might very well be true since i finished watching the series at 5 am after not sleeping for 2 nights)

So

why the heck

was electrocution the method chosen to kill Bullfrog

Like maybe it's blockbuster logic that electricity + explosive leads to it detonating, but this show is nothing if not a slut for tropes, so if there really is a bomb in his head and he does get the chair I expect things to blow up

Not that I don't desperately want the frog to live, I really hope they do rescue him, but it's Netflix we're talking about, they could do it just for the anticlimactic twist

My best guess is that they removed the bomb before this, because they can't have their mascot and a kid blow up on air (i mean i doubt fake Rayman dies i think he's character.ai but the optics are there), and big if true, cause now if Bullfrog gets saved or escapes, they can't blow him up at any moment

But it still boggles my mind that literally any other method of execution would not trigger the bomb, had he been shot or decapitated or euthanized, but I guess for a public broadcast a bloody or slow death wouldn't do

so yea the two options are

1) the bombs really were unaccounted for, probably cause they were Sarah's personal little twist (i can believe that over Eden just collectively being stupid) and if Bullfrog dies, he takes imposter Rayman with him

2) the bomb was removed in preparation for the execution, and we get a chance at a clean getaway. Good ending :)

#captain laserhawk #bullfrog #the downside is that the second option is that it un-dooms our yaoi

[kaylas-world-0]

Little Bit Of The Past

I was thinking, we never got the chance to know about Bullfrog's past. I mean he's the only one we know the least about; except he is an assassin, he is the last of them and he has some moral codes and apparently he knows a lot/ have experience about vengeance.

AND that he was used to watch Rayman as a kid. (And that he took part in a war. Okay I learned the war's name. The wasteland war.)

This gives us a waay more open space to fill in. And I can happily do that with my own headcanon. (I might add it in my fics too but not too sure lol, it's all up to you guys wanting me to add it or not)

So I first thought maybe he had a pretty normal life as a kid. Grew up in a family with a mom and dad. I also thought (because frogs literally give birth to so many babies) he has a lot of brothers and sisters?

Maybe Rayman when he was a kid (like most of the kids) was his favorite show.

I am going to make this post a bit quick so... One day some soldiers came and killed his parents and took his siblings and him prisoner. Some assassins rescued him and taught him their ways. He ignores it and goes to rescue his siblings but finds them all dead? And he wanted revenge so he finds the person did all this and killed him but it was nearly costing his life as his mentor saved him but he died in the process and he swears to never follow the path of vengeance ever again.

This was my take on why he doesn't like vengeance. That's all, thank you for reading! (Still not feeling like this is his entire past but this will do for now~ Btw I have no idea how he is the last assassin. I don't know if there is a canon part of this but if not I am gonna assume that they all died in that war and he is the only survivor. I believe this because when Pey'j died his reaction gave me the vibe maybe something similar happened in his past, because he looked so desperate and upset (yeah he was his friend even though he knew him a little it might be normal but still))

Also off topic but I don't believe he died (his bomb activated) in the end when Laserhawk pressed the button and activated his bomb. I dunno but I have a feeling that Bullfrog is now freed with the bracelet broken. (He is still held by Eden but still lol) But I am sure Sarah has some big plans for him. (Because he is seemingly the only one that still alive lol) And if someone is alive in a show this means something will happen XD I am also really unsure if Rayman/Ramon will be the one to save him but anyway.

#bullfrog #captain lazerhawk #captain lazerhawk spoilers #captain laserhawk #rayman #headcanon #senario #idk if this sounds stupid but yeah this is what I think #vengeance is not the way son

[rockkal]

HOMESTUCK BEYOND CANON NEXT UPD8(s) PREDICTIONS (I'm delusional, btw) /SHITPOST

We get to see Jack Noir be a pathetic little meow meow and has depression because he's too busy working at the mine coal to see his wife

The Felt come into the screen, also somehow snowman, and they all say "We voted for Obama" (this is very important homestuck lore, btw)

Brand new character called HEROIN ADDICT is introduced. Son of Karkat and Dave. Has a brother named John Egbert Strider Vantas

Clover flirts with Jane and gets sent to the weed dungeon. And not like the good weed. I mean like the weed that really feels like shit

Jake becomes new leader of the Felt and Crowbar becomes his dad (Crowbar dad AU, write that down, it'll be on the test)

We get to see Death, the character, talk with ULT Dirk and he brang along the Midnight Crew, Mom Lalonde B1 and Dad egbert because he thinks they're cool (also, Mom Lalonde and Dad Egbert kiss a lot in death's office and have tea and buscuits with the Midnight Crew)

CALIBORN COMES FOR A SINGLE PANEL AND MAKES JUNE OFFICIALLY TRANS! BECAUSE HE HATES JUNE AND HE HATES WOMEN SO HE COMBINES THE TWO THINGS HE HATES INTO ONE (this is a joke, btw. I honestly want June's transitioning to be more in character then just the gremlin guy I like does it for me)

Ms Paint. becomes narrator of both Candy and Meat and it's just a podcast about different types of paint

Something related to The Midnight Crew's creator, Professor Mayasaka or however the fuck ya spell it, something translated into midnight. Whatever. I just wanna see the professor man come in and do something

JANE REVIVES AIMLESS RENEGADE SOMEHOW AND HE GOES GOD TIER! (His Classpect is Mage of Blood because I say so)

Sollux and Eridan kissing

B

Roxy breaks the fourth wall and says "it's Roxy Lalonding time" and Roxy Lalondes all over the place

A bucket appears and yeah

We see Andrew Hussie in a bath robe

Terezi manages to give back the legal rights to Beyond Canon back to their creators (sorry, I forgot your name, mister cool homestuck guy. I forget easily :'(]

Vriska dies. (I hate Vriska! (In a Kismesis way))

Equius comes back to say "I require horse" and then he gets prototyped with the universe frog

Matchsticks gets a personality and we learn he wants to become an actual fire fighter and save people since he was a kid

Stitch becomes hella cool by partnering with Kanaya to beat the shit out of Dirk

Rose just stays Rose because I forgot she existed

21 again but with Dave

June Egbert gets two new dads and they're Eggs and Biscuits from The Felt because it reminds her of her dead dad's cakes

Diamonds Droogs/Draconian Dignitary x Dad Crocker 20 hour oiled up make out session flash animation

Calliope has a child with Roxy. (comment what ya think they would be called)

Dirk eats a baby (it's John Egbert Strider Vantas)

AR gets to have a robo body and becomes friends with AR and Aradia and also Aranea is there to keep them in check and they call eachother the "AR squad", but Aranea is the out cast because she is blue

Eden Gardner (homestuck OC of @springselkie) gets a mention.

Monkeys become relevant to the plot

Jack Noir gets to show us his stabs

Bold Eagles are Aimless Renegade's second power, because he's the only AMERUCAN character in homestuck

Jake gets a beard and celebrates by showing us his level 100 GYAT

What Pumpkin office remains is an important location in the story

Mommy Condie comes back and marries Earth C's version of Colonel sassacres

Freddy Fazber, new character, literally the best. Hor hor hor hor.

Something related to drugs, I guess (I'm running out of ideas)

Fortnite becomes canon and everyone loves it

Deltarune reference

Jack Noir eats money and becomes lamborghini

Jack Noir villain arc where he and June kiss (their kismesis, it's ok. They want to kill eachother)

Rose's wifi is STILL shitty! COME ON, IT'S BEEN 10 YEARS, FIX YOUR INTERNET CONNECTION, GURL!

Kanaya gets to make something Lord English related

We see Doc Scratch because he's awesome

Wayward Vagabond comes back from the grave and does ANOTHER revolution against monerchy. He is truly the best diplomat.

MLP gets mentioned

Problem Sleuth shows up for 5 panels and then dies

Nepeta gets to kill Pickle Inspector

Eridan smokes weed

[S] Terezi: Do the mackarena

Weed chapter

Karkat gets a period cramp

Something something Lord English in black void, becomes normal Caliborn, being room mates with Equius, Gamzee and AR (auto-responder)

Free Bird fight sequence

Joe Biden gets a mention because he was probably in office before the clown fuckers took over D.C. Washington

Cockaine chapter

MSPA reader gets hella blazed and yeah

Caliborn kisses a rule 63 version of a Miku body pillow

Pic Yaoi sequence or smth

Sawbuck stays a fat fuck and eats the earth at the end

Itchy dies from tripping on a rock

Doze unslows himself and does a break dance

Trace and Fin make out session

Quarters gets to shoot ULT Dirk and is declared a war veteran

Bog from RHG shows up to eat a chocolate bar

I'm high

Ok, that was the end of this dumb shitpost. Hope ya got a kick out of it. Or not.

Wait

Shit

I should probably add an image so that I could look cool

Give me a sec

Yes, God of Yaoi.

Perfect for this.

See ya

#homestuck #the felt #roxy lalonde #rose lalonde #june egbert #john egbert #Dave Strider #Karkat Vantas #Stitch #Bog RHG #kanaya maryam #dirk strider #Jake English #Itchy #Doze #Cans #Quarters #Trace #Fin #Clover #Andrew Hussie #Lord English #Doc Scratch #ms paint #terezi pyrope #homestuck beyond canon #Shitpost #Caliborn #Caliborn is hater of women but hugest supporter of trans people #equius zahhak

[marshvlovestv]

In honor of me having so much video game music downloaded on my phone that I ran out of storage and had to buy a new phone. My favorite track from each video game OST I have!

Bastion: Brusher Patrol (Such a bizarre clash of styles, I can't help but love this one. Shout-out to the part that sounds like Darren quietly scatting in the background.) (Also special shout-out to Build That Wall, probably my favorite vocal track in any Supergiant game)

Celeste: Scattered and Lost (I am such a normie for this choice but face it this track absolutely slaps.)

Chicory: A Colorful Tale: Song of the Wielders (I love how this song has actual lyrics but I still prefer to sing along with the Simlish version that Pizza and Chicory sing.)

The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood: Illusion (First of all I love how every character in this game has their own theme I go feral for that kind of thing. Kurielle is probably one of the characters who stood out to me the least but by god is her theme gorgeous. I love the vocals and how a later track includes a sneaky reprise.)

Cuphead: Dramatic Fanatic (Tap dancing :D)

There are literally thirty of these so I'm doing a read more

Death's Door: The Grey Crow (A heartbreaking boss fight scored with the appropriate amount of anguish)

Deltarune: Cyber Battle (This melody is so underrated and ya know what, so are the characters associated with it. Sweet Cap'n Cakes forever.)

Elsinore: Donne, The Boat Boy (I love this song because it's associated with Lady Guildenstern, aka the best character in gaming full stop, but it's also just a fun little sea shanty that I think they made up for this game so I love that. Also has a lyrical version.)

Evergate: Police (Okay so the level with the police drones is one of the more frustrating ones in the game but the music is hauntingly beautiful so I give it a pass)

Going Under: trust fall (Marv is easily one of the most hateable video game antagonists of all time but damn if his boss theme doesn't slap)

Hades: Last Words (The rolling and the tolling of the bells bells bells bells bells)

Harmony: The Fall of Reverie: Reverie Ascendant (Lena Raine does these medley tracks so good man)

Hollow Knight: Dung Defender (By far the catchiest song about poop on my entire phone)

Ikenfell: Rose Thorns (So the insanely long final boss fight against Oxley overshadowed Aeldra's boss fight in my memory for a long time, but when I watched another playthrough and bought the OST I realized "Oh her theme bops SO much harder than his ever could")

Inscryption: A Final Duel (A hardcore remix of The Scrybe of Magicks, aka one of the only melodic tracks on the album and therefore the one every YouTube video about Inscryption uses in the background. I prefer the epic version just a bit more because honestly that Magnificus setpiece is the best moment in the game)

Jimmy and the Pulsating Mass: Fun, Sunny Day (A fun and silly track as the title suggests, elevated even more by the context in which it plays in the game. The area music alternates between this and the more somber Rainy Sunday to illustrate that Jimmy mother is bipolar [very cute and silly game])

Omori: Bready Steady Go (Like the absolute dipshit I am I actually completely missed the optional Orange Oasis when I played this game myself. Every Let's Player finds it somehow, though, and when they fight the Unbread Twins I invariably stand up and dance along to the boss music.)

One Step from Eden: Perpetual Motion (It's just a good-ass track y'all)

Ori and the Blind Forest: Conundrum (In a soundtrack of sweeping orchestral pieces, this more subdued version of theme that only plays during one small puzzle section might seem a weird choice. But I've always really liked it)

Ori and the Will of the Wisps: Kwolok's Malaise (Kwolok's leitmotif is perfect for a giant frog and the boss remix takes it to it's logical conclusion)

Paradise Killer: Go! Go! Style (This track makes me feel like I'm having a sugar rush. The whole OST does actually but this one especially)

Pyre: Path to Glory (It's just got a really unique vibe to it. I like it)

Scarlet Hollow: Avery (Chill and really beautiful. Avery themself is kind of a sleeper character at this point but I can't wait for Brandon to remix their theme when they get assimilated into a giant plant monster)

Slay the Princess: The Princess (Okay full disclosure I've only played this game once so I don't have the full context for a lot of the tracks on this OST. Maybe hearing them alongside their respective princesses will make me like them more, but for now the title theme is too iconic to beat.)

Sounds of Sympathy (the OST for the game anthology Essays on Empathy): Zen and the Art of Transhumanism (In the Essays on Empathy documentary, fingerspit talked about how she prefers writing obscenely long tracks so the loop doesn't get annoying. Unfortunately for her my favorite track on this album is only three minutes long. It's a lovely little bop.)

Spiritfarer: Mind Palace (I played Spiritfarer before any of the character updates were released, so I didn't get Daria's mind palace sequences in my game. And I mean, they look very platforming-heavy so I'm okay with that, but god this is a gorgeous piece.)

Transistor: Impossible (I think this is Royce Bracket's boss theme? I don't know when any of the tracks on this OST specifically play in game. Regardless of all that this one gets me pumped.)

Unavowed: One Man's Power (I couldn't find a video of this one, but it's gentle saxophone solo that plays when Logan Brown is introduced. I think it fits is character really well and just sounds really nice)

Undertale: Death by Glamour (Best song for best character, enough said)

Wandersong: Moonscape (God knows this game gave me a lot of great options to pick from, but I settled on this one because it's so uplifting.)

#bastion #celeste #chicory: a colorful tale #the cosmic wheel sisterhood #cuphead #death's door #deltarune #elsinore #evergate #going under #hades game #harmony: the fall of reverie #hollow knight #ikenfell #inscryption #jimmy and the pulsating mass #omori #one step from eden #ori and the blind forest #paradise killer #pyre #scarlet hollow #slay the princess #essays on empathy #spiritfarer #transistor #unavowed #undertale #wandersong

[xnightmare-eyesx]

I was re-reading ur amazing fic and was wondering about the subject of bullfrog’s siblings in chapter 3. How many siblings did he have? brothers? Sisters?

I don’t have a solid number/idea of Bullfrog’s siblings, I like this thing in writing where you give just enough of an idea for the audience/reader to imagine it or fill in the blanks with what they think, so one reader could think ‘oh bullfrog has 3 siblings’ and another could imagine ‘oh bullfrog has 7 siblings’ and I left it vague also in case season 2 destroys my headcanons

(But I’m about to info dump my headcanons so buckle up✨)

In my own head I headcanon frog hybrids to be have really big families because of how actual frogs work (have a ton of tadpoles and have a few survive natural selection) and they all knew and spoke French fluently around Bullfrog.

Bullfrog would be the youngest of his family and he lost them at a fairly young age. He seems like the type of character to have been raised with both brothers and sisters. (In my head he has like maybe 3 brothers and 3 sisters) His whole family helped raise one another and Bullfrog can’t really remember their faces anymore, just their smiles and names (idk if I’ll ever design/make more lore about his fam)

Bullfrog’s dad popped up now and then but he never stayed long enough for Bullfrog to remember him fondly. I think his siblings didn’t like their dad very well either and they knew more about the brotherhood which when Bullfrog’s dad screwed up did Eden come after all of them. (Can’t let a single potential assassin escape) but a close ‘friend’ (friend as in another assassin that saw the awful mess bullfrog’s dad was and kept tabs on him at all times) to his dad swooped in. Since then Bullfrog’s family went from a rowdy full house to quiet assassins to all on his lonesome. He does miss having a family, even if he was really little when it all happened.

(If you can anymore questions don’t be afraid to ask I can write essays in mla format about the show and characters)

(Also thank you for thinking my fic’s amazing it means the world to me☺️✨✨)

#just my personal thoughts #bullfrog’s so happy despite the tragic things he’s witnessed #maybe one day I’ll draw the fam but idk #also also I am working on Ramon’s origin/glade of dreams during the rabbids outbreak story stuff soooo #answering asks #text #captain laserhawk #bullfrog #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #headcanon

[ozonecologne]

So, I love animation history, and I've been watching a lot of forgotten animated films for the last couple of weeks...

Fire and Ice (1983): the rotoscope thing is very interesting. I love Darkwolf's design and how hot Teegra is in those early scenes, but not much else. It looks too much like He-Man and the plot drags. 2/10

A Troll in Central Park (1994): charming at the heart of things. Especially with Dom DeLuise as Stanley -- what a comforting voice from my childhood. "Anything that's real starts with a dream." I do very much wish I could live in an underground garden paradise like a little socially awkward troll. 4/10

The Princess and the Goblin (1991): a little bizarre and not very compelling, but I love the bits with grandmother Irene. The way that the attic is animated to transform into an Edenic homestead is so beautiful. 4/10

Quest for Camelot (1998): have you ever wondered what Sinbad would have looked like if they had like half the budget and story? Eric Idle is going to hell. I want to fuck the griffin. 3/10

The Ringing Bell (1978): it's considered a classic for a reason! The idea that you create what will destroy you, and love it for doing so... the idea that when you force yourself to grow up you can never go back... There will come a time when you don't fit into your old life anymore, and you did that to yourself. You destroyed what part of you was innocent and belonged here, but you've also turned your back on the world that changed you. So where do you go? What are you now? What good is a strength that requires you face the world alone? 9/10

The Sea Prince and the Fire Child (or, The Legend of Sirius) (1981): a Romeo and Juliet retelling that kind of dragged, to be honest. I love the way that the fire is animated and the underwater backgrounds; they're whimsical but there's a real primordial quality to them that I like, because the ocean is weird! The sea god design is excellent and there are some sea creatures that are truly delightful, like the bunny fish and whatever Mabuse is supposed to be. Sirius is offputtingly noodly though, and he's 80% of the movie. Didn't love this one. 4/10

Faeries (1981): I cannot believe how they pronounce "Niamh" in this. The folklore designs are really cute though. 2/10

Freddie as FR07 (or, Freddie the Frog) (1992): terrible. I should make a video essay about this film because it is batshit insane in like the worst way. Completely not worth your time but I'd love to tell you about it sometime. 0/10

Felidae (1994): what is it about violent cat series that get at me!!!! A gory noir film made about cats solving a series of cat murders? Some of the imagery really was wild here; I loved the nightmare with Mendel and the puppet corpses. Trauma and eugenics and vengeance at the heart of this one too, the villain was without a doubt a monster but you still felt for them anyway. Decently scary and well-paced, a great tribute to the source material. Also, deeply uncomfortable cat sex scene. 7/10

The Last Unicorn (1982): all of my female friends apparently decided to watch this one at the same time, and we all got weirdly emotional about it. To escape a fetishized genocide your body is violated and turned into something that will no longer interest the conquerers. You do not want this change because this is not your body. Every day is a torment knowing that you slip further and further away from what you know you are. Every day you forget more and more of what you used to be. Eventually, you wouldn't want to go back even if you could remember. Even if you are not happy, you are safe. You are alone, all alone with the ghosts that haunt your footsteps. 9/10

The Plague Dogs (1982): GOD ok. These poor things. These poor dogs haunted by pain that they don't deserve -- "I'm a good dog." "I don't think they're doing it because they think you're a bad dog." -- and are just trying to live a good life once they escape their captors. One of them even remembers life before the torture, when he had a comfortable home and love. But now he thinks it's his own fault he's lost it. They wander the wild, hopeless, unloved except by each other, and what can they do? The world is so much bigger than them. Every decision that shapes their lives is out of their hands, and has nothing to do with them. They're cursed by the narrative. They didn't ask for this. They don't even know what they're doing out here, or where they're meant to go; they have no purpose and no reason to keep fighting for their own survival except that it's the only thing they know how to do. You start this life treading water and you end it treading water. The water swallows you all the same. 10/10

Rock a Doodle (1991): Elvis chicken???????? 5/10

Happily Ever After (1989): truly one of the most bizarre films I've ever seen. A sequel to Snow White that quite literally no one asked for and no one saw coming. I am forever haunted by "dwarfelles." I do love the prince's grubby little creature design though, he's so cute! 1/10 for him only.

Once Upon a Forest (1993): I remember so vividly watching this one when I was home sick from school one time. I don't why it stuck with me; it's not very good. 3/10 because cute animal designs

Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland (1989): gorgeous. adorable. such beautiful paintings and incredible character design! there were so many people connected to this project and it's such a labor of love. it has such a ghibli style and feel about it even though that's not the studio that produced it. 8/10!

I also tracked down some of The Animals of Farthing Wood (1993-1995), but I'd love to watch the whole thing sometime. The Redwall series is also on my list, I loved those books as a kid.

Definitely taking recommendations! Have you seen any weird animated films you need to inflict on others?

#not spn #text #about #animation #film

[faewritesfanfic]

Sick Day

Just a little something for @necroticguts who is sick with the flu. Kore can't be there to look after you, so I hope this helps you live vicariously through Eden.

Feel better soon!

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Eden lay in bed, the curtains drawn to snuff out as much light as possible. The small bits of light that peeped out at him were agony. He’d managed to catch some kind of flu, and there was so much pressure in his head it felt like it would soon explode. Eden didn’t get sick often, but when he did it was bad. It took a lot to make him stay in bed and rest. Kore had opted to stay home from school and look after him, despite Eden’s protests that he was fine. Secretly he was happy with her decision, but he would never say.

“I’m back.” Kore said softly as she slipped back into the room. She’d stepped out to get flu medicine, and also held a steaming mug in her hands.

“What’s that?” Eden groggily pushed himself up off his pillow and jerked his head to the mug. They could never justify the cost of tea, but Kore had a good stock pile of herbs and flowers that she could brew.

“I thought you could do with a treat.” She said, passing Eden the mug as she sat on the edge of the bed to go through the cold and flu medicine.

“You didn’t.” Eden felt a small pang of affection for his girlfriend as he leaned down to smell the murky brown liquid in the mug. An earthy mocha scent greeted Eden, and he closed his eyes to better enjoy it. Kore made a wonderful drink out of roasted dandelion root that Eden would take over tea or coffee any time. It tasted dark, and comforting, without the nervousness that usually came with caffeine.

“Of course I did.” Kore gives Eden an adoring smile before she fishes a couple of pills out of the bottle. “Here, take these. They’ll make you a little sleepy, and should help with the misery you’re in.”

Eden took the pills from Kore, trusting her choice of medicine. If it were anyone else he’d have insisted on at least looking over the bottle, but he trusted her. Eden downed the pills with his drink, finally feeling some relief from the scratching in his throat. As he finished his drink, Kore moved up the bed and snuggled into the corner, running her legs along the top of the bed. She pulled her skirt up a bit, and Eden rested his head on her thighs. Eden had a tendency to run hot, but Kore ran blessedly cool. Her soft skin was better than any ice pack the wild youth could ask for.

“Want me to read to you?” Kore asked softly, her chilly fingers playing with the hair plastered to Eden’s forehead with sweat.

“Mm, no.” He was really too tired for a book right now. ”Sing me that song you like? The frog one.”

“Rainbow Connection?” Eden can hear the mirth in Kore’s voice. He always told her that he didn’t really care for the song, and it’s mostly true. He just liked Kore’s voice.

Eden made an affirmative grunt, nuzzling into Kore’s thighs briefly. She continued to stroke his hair, and as Kore began to sing Eden felt some of the tension leave him. He was glad Kore had stayed back to look after him. She’d probably get sick next, but he’d look after her in turn. It was nice sometimes to just let her look after him. It was comforting in a way Eden hadn’t experienced much.

The flu medicine did its work, and with Kore’s gentle voice in his ears Eden soon drifted off.

#eden the hunter #kore the gardener #alternate universe #fluff #dol pc #fanfic

[ramshackledtrickster]

Oh! I’ve been meaning to ask, have you watched that Netflix show Captain Laserhawk? I had heard there’s a character that’s supposed to represent the Assassin’s Creed franchise. I watched it myself and I was surprised to see they added more AC lore to the show than I thought.

I’ve seen that character !! I know there’s something with the Templars being the canonical corporate stand ins (something to do with eden which is neat) and the bullfrog is the assassins creed stand in, but otherwise I don’t really have an interest in the show, sorry <:)

It does explain why I’ve seen a little cartoon frog pop up in the ac tags tho

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 20: Spa Day

“Specialty of clerics, druids and paladins, in Dungeons & Dragons,” Cas reads out loud, squinting at the paper laid flat against the kitchen table. He looks up at Dean, who shrugs.

“Metatron didn’t include DnD in your pop culture download?” Dean asks sympathetically.

Cas shakes head.

“Well, DnD is probably more counter culture if you want to get technical about it,” Sam says as he ferociously attacks the salad with a pair of tongs. Pieces of lettuce spray across the counter, and Sam sheepishly puts them back in the bowl, one by one.

“Nerd,” Dean coughs into his fist as he gives the pasta water a few hearty shakes of salt.

“Says the man who hung up his LARPing sword above his bed,” Sam retorts.

Dean points a wooden mixing spoon at him. “Gotta be ready for anything.”

"Seriously?"

"Did you forget I also sleep with a gun under my pillow?"

Cas shakes his head ruefully. "Your actions would make any gun safety advocate weep."

Dean grins. "Haven't shot myself yet."

Cas shoots him a flat look. "That's not nearly as reassuring as you think it is."

"You just don't know how to live, Cas." He turns back to the bubbling pasta pot. 

"The word you’re looking for is MAGIC," Sam says helpfully. 

"Thank you," Cas says as he writes down the correct answer. "Pastry dough used in crullers and beignets, five letters."

Sam shrugs. 

Dean spins around, eyebrows raised at the pair of them. "Really?"

Both give him blank stares in return.

"I've made you watch the Great British Bake Off five times!" As Cas frowns, no doubt sorting through his millennia of memories for Pastry Week, Dean says, "It's a choux pastry, babe."

Cas dutifully copies it down. "Did you know in French, petit choux is an outdated term of endearment?" At Dean's perplexed face, he adds, "Petit means small."

Dean rubs his chin. "Little dough ball? I guess that's cute. If you're talking about a baby or something, like a real round one." He helpfully mimes the correct shape with his hands.

"I believe it refers to choux as in a cabbage," Cas says.

"Why the hell would you bring cabbage into it?” Dean makes a face. “Fucking frog eaters."

"Cabbage is a very versatile vegetable," Sam points out. 

"You, shut up." Dean pours in three boxes of pasta into the boiling water. "Cabbage isn't versatile. It's gross."

Sam sets down his completed salad and takes a seat across from Cas at the kitchen table. 

"It's a staple in a wide variety of cuisines," Cas disagrees. 

"You're dead to me too."

Cas rolls his eyes and turns back to the crossword. Even though the answer comes to him in less than a second, he says aloud, "Quadrupedal combat vehicle in Star Wars films."

Dean perks up. "How many letters?"

"AT-ATs," Sam says as Dean glares. 

"I was just about to say that!"

Sam ignores him. "There are some clues that pop up all the time," Sam tells Cas. "Like AT-ATs, arena, Erie, Argo, Eden."

"Words with a high percentage of vowels," Cas surmises. 

"Yup." Sam cranes his neck, tilting his head to read Cas's puzzle upside down. "What's the theme?"

Cas points to the first long row of blank boxes. "Classic Wilson Pickett cover [1966].”

"Mustang Sally!" Dean sings into his wooden spoon, "now baby, guess you better slow your mustang down, oh yeah!"

Cas sits up straighter. "That song was in Miss Congeniality."

Dean groans as Sam's face turns half delighted, half incredulous. "You made him watch Miss Congeniality?"

Dean shakes his head. "It must've been part of Meta-"

Cas says at the same time, "You were hunting a siren with Eileen."

Sam doubles over laughing. 

"What's the next clue, cabbage man?" Dean demands loudly. 

Dutifully, Cas recites, "Top 10 funk hit from War with an iconic bass line [1975]."

Sam's brow creases. "Low Rider?"

Cas tilts his head, the description pinging his memory. "Like my car?"

Over the sound of pasta hitting the strainer, Dean chuckles. "Yeah, just like the pimpmobile."

Sam reads the next one, "Tracy Chapman hit with the line ‘I had a feeling I could be someone’ [1988]."

"Fast Car," Dean grunts as he throws the mostly water-free pasta back in the pot.

Cas dutifully jots down the answer before asking, "Janis Joplin’s final recording, which had an anticonsumerism message [1970]."

“Janis Joplin?” Dean repeats as he overturns the simmering alfredo sauce on top of the fettuccine. 

Sam plucks a tomato out of the salad. “It’s Mercedes Benz,” he says, reaching over to count out the letters. 

“The unifying clue for theme is Modern Music Staple that’s a punny description of 17– , 24–, 38 – and 48 – Across.”

“You got any letters?”

“A U _ O _ U N E”

“It’s Autotune,” Sam says, grinning. “Get it? Since all the answers are car songs?”

“Wordplay,” Cas sighs, wrinkling his nose. 

“You’ll get better,” Sam says bracingly as he reaches over to pat Cast on the arm. “That’s why you’re doing the crosswords, right?”

“What’s left?” Dean asks.

“Close Chica.”

“Amiga,” Sam says confidently. “I haven’t forgotten all my middle school Spanish.”

Dean sets the steaming bowl of pasta on the table. “Whatever you say, hombre.” He takes the dish towel slung over his shoulder and throws it in the direction of the butcher block table. “Put that away, Cas. Let’s eat!”

“I’m almost done,” Cas protests as Dean ladles out servings for everyone. “Outings devoted to relaxation and self care, seven letters.”

“Spa days,” Sam says, grabbing Dean’s plate and placing a portion of salad on the side.

“I’m gonna need a spa day after this,” Dean grumbles, “to wash all the nerdgasm juice off me.”

“You watch Jeopardy! every night, you massive hypocrite,” Sam says without looking up from his pasta.

“Alec always gets a pass.”

Cas frowns. “Just like Swayze?”

“Just like Swayze,” Dean confirms before he dumps half his salad onto Cas’s plate.

#suptober22 #fanfic #destiel fanfic #established relationship #canon divergence #canon au #sam winchester & castiel #fluff #domestic #rae writes fic

[salty-croissants]

I gots a small request!

You know those big Japanese’s bath houses? They’re like big ponds,,, but for humans!

Maybe a cute reader x bullfrog, where bullfrog is just vibing and reader can’t help but gush at the lil frog like mannerism while soaking in a bath house after a long mission? 👀👉🏼👈🏼 perhaps he’s embarrassed when they point it out lol

Thank you for the request ! 

This was really nice and creative ! I enjoyed writing it :D 

I actually ended up making a whole little story out of it instead of the usual headcanons , cause I live for Bullfrog and the reader being soft to each other :,)

Hope this turned out okay !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

If there was one thing that you and your boyfriend enjoyed the most after a long , harsh day , it was the tranquility of your favorite bathhouse : 

just the two of you , alone with the relaxing warmth of the water , without having to worry about anything or anyone else … 

That was all that either of you could really ask for . 

< Ahh , now that’s better … are you comfortable , mon amour ? > 

< Mhm … > 

You smiled , glancing at Bullfrog who was sitting right next to you in the bathtub , and then gave him a little kiss on the forehead . 

< I’m so happy we got to do this today . It’s been a while since we came here , hasn’t it ? > 

< Oui … speaking of which , I’m very sorry I haven’t been able to spend more time with you y/n , but - > 

< There is nothing to apologize for my love : Eden has really been stepping up their game lately , today’s been proof of that … so please don’t feel guilty about it , okay ? > 

He smiled softly in response , grateful for your understanding , then he leaned his head on your shoulder , letting out a content sigh : your presence alongside the calm atmosphere of the bathhouse was already making him feel a lot more at ease each passing minute … 

Your eyes couldn’t help but wander on the fresh scar on Bullfrog’s back , a result of a particularly difficult fight that had taken place just a few hours ago … 

Not like that was any news : traces of old and recent battles could be found all over his tiny body , and every time you looked at them the thought that he was willing to get hurt over and over to keep those around him safe made you feel … quite worried . 

However , those morbid reflections disappeared the second you turned around , only to realize that Bullfrog had been staring at you the whole time you had been silent …

< Heh … enjoying the view , darling ? ~ > 

He let out a tiny gasp as he heard your words , shaking his head while looking away … you could swear his cheeks were slightly red .

< Ah - j-je suis desolat , I just - > 

The assassin took a deep breath , fidgeting with his fingers while giving you a shy smile .

< You look so beautiful right now , mon cher … I mean , you always look beautiful , but after all we’ve been through today it just feels … different , you know ? 

Plus I am quite exhausted , I’ll admit , so looking up at your dreamy visage made me so comfortable I almost fell asleep …

I hope that’s not too weir - mm — > 

Bullfrog was caught off guard the moment you leaned closer to his face to place a kiss on his lips , but after a moment of surprise he gladly reciprocated , his arms surrounding you in a gentle hold while little waves caused by your movements shook the surface of the otherwise completely still water … 

After a few minutes of bliss you both pulled away and you caressed his cheek , your eyes never leaving his .

< It’s not weird at all , Bullfrog … 

You’re always so sweet to me , and I love you so much for that reason alone ~ > 

He looked up at you in awe , his breathing still slightly labored after being showered with so much affection , and he buried his face in your chest , the sound of your heartbeat making him feel like home …

< I love you too , y/n … you really do mean everything to me ~ >

#captain laserhawk #x reader #bullfrog x reader #bullfrog captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk bullfrog #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #gender neutral reader

[levy120]

Burn Your Bridges

[PART 1: Foreign]

[PART 2: Advertisement]

[PART 3: Blood Money]

[PART 4: Tit for Tat]

Rating: PG

Words: 2300

Genre: Introspection, Character Deconstruction/Analysis, Speculation, AU

Lore: Rayman 2, Captain Laserhawk speculation

Characters: Rayman, Razorbeard, Globox, Ly

Summary: Rayman returns to the Glade.

AN: Oh look! It's an all new chapter that wasn't planned :') See also on: [dA] | now also on [ao3]

See also: [Part 1] | [Part 2] | [Part 3] | [Part 4] | [You are here]

More like this: [Rayman Oneshots Masterpost]

A group of Henchmen escorts Rayman to Razorbeard where he's received... with a surprising welcome.

"Rayman!" Razorbeard says "I see Eden's been doing you good! You fine looking."

"Cut the crap," Rayman says, eliciting a tinny chuckle from Razorbeard.

"You know why I'm here."

"I know, I know," the pirate says with a hint of excitement as he hops from his seat and approaches Rayman. He eyes one of the hands hanging by his side before looking up at the Limbless with a devilish glint in his optics as he offers his own.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you." of all people.

Rayman has to hold himself back from crushing Razorbeard's hand in his palm.

---

As Razorbeard leads him down the prison ward, Rayman feels his skin crawl from the sight of the familiar walls. 

They’re just like he last saw them, lined with cages. An assortment of trapped creatures blink up at him in confused hope. Rayman’s name is a whisper in the halls. 

It's a cacophony before he knows it. Cries for help. Confusion about why he's following Razorbeard. Or looks so different.

And the endless question of why he just keeps moving along instead of setting them free.

He's avoiding his eyes, running the gauntlet. Just tries to not lose Razorbeard's trail.

Don't even think about getting lost in here. Just... don't think about it.

It was too easy to forget just how many there were still trapped upon Razorbeard's prison ship.

And Rayman is here to get just one.

His feet stop moving as the guilt comes crashing down. The disappointment he's going to leave in his wake.

He is not helping.

One slave is just a drop in the desert.

…

But it's the first drop, he thinks, clenching his fist.

Just the first step.

If he were to free them now…

He'll draw Razorbeard's anger.

Razorbeard's anger will infuriate his boss.

And his boss will call retribution in ways Rayman doesn't want to think about.

"Desolé," he breathes.

…and moves on.

---

Globox is sleeping when Rayman catches up with Razorbeard in front of his cell. Compared to his old one, Globox merely has wooden bars to keep him contained. 

He almost doesn't want to wake him.

The large frog looks rather peaceful. And maybe a little like he hasn't eaten in… a while. 

Rayman looks forward to changing that.

Razorbeard very calmly finishes spanning an umbrella and then starts lifting the wooden gate with the press of a button.

As soon as its height allows for it, Rayman slinks into his friend's cell. 

"Globox!" 

He doesn't know why, but he'd expected this to be different. For Globox to be happy to see him. But the large frog barely stirs.

"What's up with him? What did you do?!" Rayman glares at Razorbeard who merely shrugs.

"Guy's been on a diet. He's just overdramatic."

Razorbeard sees the Limbless's gaze harden and his hands ball into fists.

"Now hold your shells. He's fine. We just had to make sure he's not up to pulling his little stunt," Razorbeard points the umbrella at Rayman, "You do recognize the concept of self preservation, don't you?"

With an angry puff Rayman's attention returns to his friend, the state of which makes him deflate immediately.

He pulls the limp body into a hug, scared by how easy his weight makes it.

"It's gonna be okay," He vows, "I'm getting you out of here. You'll be fine, I promise."

After one last squeeze that elicits a slight murmur from the large frog, Rayman removes himself from Globox and steps up towards the robot.

"What about his children?"

"A deal's a deal," Razorbeard admonishes, "But I can make you a batch offer for the next time."

"But you're feeding them?!"

Razorbeard raises his hands placatingly.

"They’re… not a threat," he explains, "And don't need quite so much per mouth."

Rayman is visibly mulling over the words. His jaw locked.

"Fine," Rayman almost snaps. "I'll pay extra for you to increase their rations. Please bring him to my ship. My boss will cover all expenses."

"Aye, Aye," Razorbeard signs off almost too enthusiastically, "Before I let you two leave, would you like to see Ly? I had her brought here specifically because I knew you were coming."

"What?"

Ly was… here? On the pirate ship???

Rayman thought she'd been holding up the fort since he'd been captured! But then again, how long ago has that been?

He feels his gut churn at the mere idea of seeing her again behind bars. That's… not at all how he'd thought this would go.

"Come on. As a treat between business partners. I'll let you say hi. I'm sure she will be thrilled to see you."

Rayman hesitates but his heart is threatening to run away from him. Whether from fear or anticipation he does not know. YES he wants to see Ly again but-

"I'm not sure that's the best idea right now."

"Fine," Razorbeard remarks, "I'll tell her you weren't interested."

That's worse!!!!

"On, second thought!" Rayman rushes after the little pirate after he'd already turned to leave.

"Yes, I'd love to see Ly."

---

"Oh, Rayman! It's really you! I thought Razorbeard had sold you off!"

"I did," the Admiral pipes proudly.

"He did," Rayman confirms with a side glance at the robot casually regarding the bolts of his knuckles.

"But I'm here now!" Rayman says.

He’s up to the bars of her temporary cell. Her slender hands are reaching through to cup his cheeks and his on hands reach for hers to know she’s real. 

It makes his heart simultaneously soar and cry out. It's good to see Ly again - but she shouldn’t be behind bars. 

"What are you wearing?" she asks with amusement as she takes note of his jacket and pokes the adorable little bowtie.

"It's cute."

Something bugs her, even though she can't put her finger on it. Maybe it's the fact he's no longer sporting the sigil. It's so strange to see him without it, but then again, it's not like Ly got around to telling him why that mattered so much to her.

All in all, though, she's far too relieved to see that Rayman is doing okay, to give it too much thought.

"It's a long story," Rayman says scratching the back of his head bashfully, "It's impractical," he really misses the warmth of baggy comfort clothes or the practicality of his adventure attire, "but they're not letting me be seen in anything else."

Ly shoots him a worried look. 

Rayman talking about 'them' - and in this way - is the first time the thought manifests that he's…

...he's been gone, and not just out of sight, somewhere on the prison ship. It makes it all the more incredible he's returned though. That must have taken some trials. 

Ly wants to stay positive, but the thought of Rayman being exploited gnaws at her. He seems to have been treated well, though. No wounds - old or new - to speak off, and he holds himself well. Healthy. Fed. Physically, he's in top shape, if a little exhausted. She hasn't missed the deep-set worry lines on his brow or the (masked) bags under his eyes. 

All the better though, that now they have a chance to bring an end to this situation for good.

The fairy tugs at Rayman's hands and leans in closer. Her gaze is focusing on Razorbeard as she whispers to the Limbless.

"So what's your plan for Razorbeard? Let me know if you need a distraction. I gathered a bit of energy for you when I heard you were coming."

"Oh!" Rayman pulls back suddenly, like Ly's suggestion comes as a surprise.

"No, that's… off the table."

"What?" Now it's Ly's turn to be confused, her brow creasing as she waits for an explanation.

Rayman breathes an embarrassed sigh.

"I guess I should have led with that," he admits bashfully.

"Razorbeard has immunity. I'm here for negotiations. I can't… do anything about him."

Ly pulls back from the bars with dawning horror as she watches Rayman. Words fail her as she tries to make sense of him.

"Razorbeard is right there," she says in denial, by now indifferent whether or not the robot can hear, "You could end this… right now."

"But here's the thing," Rayman tries to explain himself. His entire being is clammy with cold, nervous sweat.

"There's a better way! My boss has connections! We can negotiate-"

"No."

Ly doesn't believe what she's hearing. Rayman - her Rayman - is conspiring with the enemy???

"I know it sounds crazy!" Rayman blurts, "I just- I'm sorry, I came for Globox first. I just thought you were still holding down the fort and you know how scared Globox is of the robots, so when I had to choose who to free first I-"

"You chose?!" Ly cuts him off and the silence that follows is deafening. 

Razorbeard chuckles and removes himself to stand on the sidelines. This is gonna be good.

"Ly, please," Rayman pleads, "It took me so long just to get here, but I promise to make this right! Razorbeard won't come after you again once you're let free! I just need a little more time and… please don't look at me like that."

But the fairy's gaze is scrutinizing. 

"You chose," she repeats with admonition, "Who gets to be free… and who has to stay here?!" 

Ly raises to her full height to glare down on Rayman.

"Where do you take the right-" she has to stop herself, starts pacing in her cell.

"Razorbeard is just over there!" She has said this before, it's unbelievable to her that it bears repeating. "You free a single soul, that you take the audacity to decide on, instead of ending this Nightmare once and for all!"

"It's more complicated than that," Rayman tries to explain, to somehow vindicate himself, but his heart isn't really in it.

"I promise, when I'm coming back, I'll get you next. We can go to Eden together."

Ly stops pacing to look at him. 

A good, long, accusing look.

"Rayman," this tone in her voice is so new to him, it's giving him chills. Ly had always been such a serene boulder in the storm. Now it's like she embodies thunder itself. 

"I am not leaving the Glade."

His breath hitches.

"This is my home. Our home!" She's adamant, "And you're dragging Globox away? To… to a place called Eden? What about his kids?! Are they supposed to grow up without a father? Don't you think he'd rather be with his family?"

Rayman flinches. He has no answer to those questions, admittedly barely thought about them in his excitement to… to do something good!

"I'm doing the right thing!" he insists, if only to convince himself. 

But he can't look Ly in the eyes, even as he says it.

The fairy's silence is deafening, but he can feel her glare without needing to search for it.

"You can't truly believe that." 

"...Fine," Rayman feels his fist shake at his side. Hot anger burns in his chest and threatens to spill. 

"Stay if you have to. But I don't see what good that would do now."

Ly cannot believe that - after all the fighting, after all they'd been through - Rayman would just trade in his home like that. 

"How can you just give up on the Glade?"

And here she thought they'd been friends. Allys. Maybe even…

"I haven't!" Rayman snaps and gets up at the bars again.

"If I had, I wouldn't be here right now!"

Ly has no right to judge him like that! After all the pain and suffering he's been through. All of his efforts will not have been for naught!

The fairy takes one hard look at him. Hurt and betrayal reflects in her eyes.

Despite all he says… he's not going to stay. She knows it now. He came back only to leave again. 

"You've changed," she says. It's in his aura too. She can see it now. It's what's been bugging her this entire time.

What used to be calm and light and filled with playful joy now vibrates with hostile anger and distrust.

"What- No! I'm still the same!"

He doesn't even see it. Ly has lost him. She doesn't know when. And she doesn't know why.

But Rayman has made one thing overwhelmingly clear.

"You say that. And still, you're going to leave again." 

Leave them behind.  

He's going to choose his new life over her. Over the Glade. This… strange world she's never before heard of that did this to him. 

And what's worse, he's going to steal Globox away from them too; in the unshakable belief that his best friend would like a place that changed Rayman into this. That broke him like this.

Globox is going to hate it.

She tries to even her own breath. Smooth out the cracks in her own heart. This anger is unbecoming of her and if she doesn't control it, it's going to consume her the same way.

It's a feeling she reserves for enemies. For robots. For Razorbeard.

…for whatever it is this new Rayman has become.

"Leave then," she capitulates.

"I will not be waiting."

"Ouchy," Razorbeard jests as he makes his way back over and pats Rayman's back, jostling his midsection. 

"She hasn't been fed yet today. I guess that makes her a little cranky. Come on, let's give the lass her wish."

Reluctantly, Rayman's feet turn as Razorbeard ushers him away, but his gaze clings to Ly until her cell disappears behind a corner.

All in all, Razorbeard considers today a raging success.

After all, the only thing better than gold or slaves

…is petty revenge.

#rayman #captain laserhawk #clabdr #fanfiction #speculation #sorry not sorry

[lelanida]

Finally solving Beckoning Ruler (mini theory)

More than a year has passed since the end of the season of the Little Prince and the official confirmation that everything we saw in it is canon. Yes, for a long time we argued with foam at the mouth whether the little prince was really here or it was just a group hallucination. But no, that's it. The Starlight desert is on the map, shards from Eden fall there, there is an wind path there, so this is a real place. And along with the prince and the desert, of course, spirits living in this area became canon too. There was nothing particularly difficult here, places in the general lore had already been designated for the whole gang. The Star Collector is a traveling merchant. Narcissist is the champion from the Colosseum. Soldier - warrior from the Wasteland. Lamplighter - ... lamplighter. Geographer is a monk from the Vault. But there were some problems with Ruler. What place could such a spirit occupy in the kingdom? Where did he get these monarchical habits from? And I decided to make it clear.

Ruler is a rather strange spirit. All other representatives of the season with their outfit or location clearly show belonging to one of the kingdoms ...but not Ruler. His cosmetics and the island are so neutral that by himself he couldn't be attributed anywhere. But by the method of exclusion (and viewing concept art), we establish that the Ruler hails from the Isle of Dawn. Great, there is already something to move from.

Now let's look at his costume. He doesn't have a cape, but he has a hairstyle and a mask. Let's start with the mask. Yes, with the one that absolutely everyone hates. As far as I know, the mask is a reflection of the face of the spirit. So, we will divide the mask into two main parts. A beard and... a frog-shaped upper part? Should I call it that? With a beard, let's say everything is clear, but what the frog is for is a mystery.

Next comes the hairstyle. The ruler wears long curled hair on his head and, logically, a crown. How could a spirit have a crown? After all, he wore it during his lifetime, and wasn't there already a king in this world? And then the realization hit me like a truck. Do we even know how the spirits lived BEFORE the appearance of Alef??? Life didn't start with the king (it ended with them, if we're honest, ahEM-). What if Ruler is really the oldest spirit from the Desert, not by the years he lived, but by the era when he lived?

You can consider this an attempt to justify my favorite character, I don't care, but I really don't see a better place in lore for such character. We know that before the appearance of Alef, the kingdoms were divided.And there was some kind of government, wasn't there? Do you understand where I'm going? What if the Ruler is not just a crazy grandpa who talks to statues, but really a member of the old royalty? I am sure that the unexpected appearance of Alef was a surprise for the previous rulers/senators/chancellors or whatever they had, and not everyone wanted to take off their duties. And not all people, I believe, wanted to turn their lives upside down at once, for the sake of some prophecy. And what happens when the old regime is demolished against the will of the inhabitants? The Civil War. And the memories of the spirits of the season of Remebrance confirm this. The spirits really fought with each other for the unification of the kingdoms. I can't say what exactly happened to the aristocrats who refused to accept Alef's lead. But the proof that the Ruler was overthrown is the fact that his crown is BROKEN.

Take a closer look, it wasn't made like this. And before you tell me that the Ruler made it himself or found somewhere, I will throw a part of the frog from his mask in your face. This thing is also made of stone, but it is perfectly executed and not damaged. So, these attributes were made by a professional craftsman after all, and then the crown was broken. I assume that the Ruler did not die during the revolution, and remained to live out his life without a title. He kept his crown as a reminder of better times and since he was used to living in the past, after his death it was reflected on his island in the Desert.

The fact that he talks to statues can be explained by his prolonged loneliness, I mean, all the spirits in the Desert are strange (I bet Narcissist also talks to his reflection). So that's where I can finish my theory. I hope I raised this character in your eyes at least a little, because, to be honest, no one but me likes Ruler in the fandom. Thanks for reading.

#sky children of the light #thatskygame #sky cotl #beckoning ruler

[originemesis]

@kugel-bitch cont. from xxx

Before she makes a grab for Adam's reaching hand she takes a quick moment to shed the kevlar layer stifling her sense of touch, plucking the gloves off her fingers and leaving them there amidst the blond blooms to be retrieved at a later time. She does not want anything to repress her ability to absorb as much of this experience as she can within whatever span of time she is granted. All of it, every last, minute detail, she wants it chiseled into the deepest niches of her mind, so that not even eternity's corrosive influence can scrub these memories clean from the essence of her being. Much of her life has been relatively unremarkable. She was not created to be a witness, or an incendiary to extraordinary events, so she has little to look back on in terms of outstanding moments, but this she wants to hold onto, with everything that she's got. Palm against palm, she hoists herself back into an upright position but remains put inside the cradle of Adam's wingspan, hanging off his every word as if he were reciting a previously unknown chapter of the holy gospel to her. There's no end to the fascination she has for the machinations of his mind—he's made it easy to maintain throughout the years, ever taciturn in regards to his innermost thoughts and feelings. Of course there is much she has learned to glean from his day-to-day disposition but it is very different to actually hear him voice the things that go on inside the dome of his cranium. He speaks her name and her brows shoot skyward. "Me?"

Okay. Something is up. Like, up, up. Way above her current understanding of what this venture is really about. "I think you're giving me a little too much credit right now, Adam...are you—" Amidst the confusion and the steadily climbing rate of her heartbeat the words are getting lost on their way from her head to her tongue. She stares at him through the reflection of the moonlight gleaming in his visor, bouncing off the glass and in turn casting a silver-gold glow on her bemused countenance. She may be humanoid in appearance but this lighting very much accentuates the ethereal nature of her flesh, how it gleams like finely carved, polished marble, entirely void of the fine lines, dimples and pores that give humans their unique, rugged appearance. When the light catches her at just the right angle, he might see the subtle, mother-of-pearl-esque colors swimming in the whiteness of her face, like the inside of an oyster's shell. "—are you okay? You feel...warm. really warm." Just then she realizes that she is still holding onto his hand, but she makes no move to pull away. Something tells her that he might be in need of a spot of moral support right now. "...yes, of course, you know you can tell me anything. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere...Tell me what you're thinking."

"-take the credit then? Unless you'd prefer a little more than a 'little' to cash out now?" He'd spent too much time with the flock to not take note of how she seemed to buckle at the sudden shift in his tone that only seemed more potent with the addition of Eden's cicada population. The cadence of crickets and frogs crooned as normal, but he'd already taken their song for his own inside his head and began to push it outwards with the help of his helmet- a base of the former thing...improved. More notable. The wind in the pond's cattails probably joined in a scratch or two on top of it. Anything nearby seemed willing to become a magnified instrument with whatever had happened to switch the atmosphere on like a microphone.

The golden gait of his gaze fell to observe how her form shimmered its shedding disguise beneath the moon. She was opaline- a form that drew him nearer still and promised the golden light of his splendor would always be reflected and even improved when she blended her various colors with his before reflecting them out again. "Y-yeah...the fuck wouldn't I be?" He assured with a huff, though made no movement to withdraw from the proximity of their faces just yet. "It's just...you're so-" Words caught in his throat a moment, and with a swift swallow, he chased after them.

"...so pretty."

Giving the bare hand coaxed within his a careful squeeze, he was quick to offer the look of concern on her face a quirk of a smile behind his visor. "Feelin' real shitty I didn't spend V-day with ya now." He added, a twinge of remorse caught in a grimace. She'd already came to him about it, and yet he'd still been too sore to delve further past a noncommittal grunt and a 'don't do it again then, slut'. With a seamless shift, he leaned backwards to observe her face propped up in his claw and to dig the edge of his thumb into her cheek, rubbing fondly in a deep yet slow circle. It's her prompting out of concern for him that drives him to relent with sagged shoulders and feathers fluttering until each respective wing met one another around the back of hers as he doted over her with an assortment of clucks and coos.

Time to be a man about it- [until 3:05 for this part OOf-]

"...so hear me out." Leaning in to the subtle acoustics the garden provided, he set to work inside his helmet- lining up the custom sounds of nature with a scrambling of style that bet fit him- best fit her the more he tinkered away at it. The sound coursing through him and threading into the universe around them was all encompassing at first- and for the time being it seemed to have no direct source, though perhaps the bass beginning to thud against them tucked close to one another would reveal that it was the thudding clatter of his heart against his chest that seemed to be the culprit in the matter. Their first day in the garden was spent with the configuring of such noises and vibrations, and so deep were they that it was hard to notice the time that passed and how utterly inconsequential it was to an angel's crooning while using every edge of the universe for its game.

It was only when the light from the moon had faded to the early temperance of dawn that he began his musings- musical and rumbling in his chest. "...once upon a time-" His wings would follow the first few words dropped, flaring outwards fully to let her admire the last of the moonlight's kisses along his feathers as the dawn cycled through them. "...I used to romanticize...used to be somebody- hff...nevermind-" A shrug. "...don't miss it that much now."

His croons cycled through the equalizer, magnifying the depths of each word until they reverberated with the effort that ripples along water formed when fingertips dipped into the surface of puddles recently shed from an earlier morning drizzle. "I feel it sinkin' in. Days where I wonder where I've been-...in picture perfect..." With a puff, he scooted the back of his knuckles beneath her jawline, ghosting along it with the precision of a guitarist with a lute at his disposal. "-porcelain. But I wont' lose a pound. You said I-" The music of the garden's initial sounds concentrated by his efforts began to deepen with each note that helped pull him upwards slowly but surely. Without a flap or a flutter, but with wings on full, outstretched display, the melody began to tug him upwards while he observed her from above with mild amusement. Was it clear to her now that his voice was amplified in a way that did not hurt the senses- but boomed with enough brightness to bully both heaven and hell into witnesses of his cause? "-would make a better lyre...I never face the music when it's di-i-ire...and I breathe ~ disaster...ever-after. Don't pull away from me now."

The day had already begun to fade again in the golden light of second-day's sunset when he rode the current at his current capacity carefully around her- wings outstretched and fluttering about her shoulders as he circled just above her head. "Don't you move." A firm chirrup later and he was barely grazing her cheek with his feathers as he rose higher into the air above her. "Can't you stay? Where you are-...just for now?" A smile tugged at his visor, overly warm when pinned in her direction. He clicked his teeth and continued with a warble. "I could be your per-fect disaster..." Disaster as it was to curl the ends of his wing tips around her face and coax it back to ensure she followed his movements, he did so with an extraordinary amount of care despite having to babysit all the different sound emittances from his helmet in addition to what he crooned next.

"-you could be my ever after? You-" A gritty growl dug its talons in, unwilling to let her go now that they'd already been left upon the stage of infinite time at his request via the sound frequency he channeled through the very depths of his chest. The violins he'd heard often in heaven could be heard too- repurposed for his own design. A collage of sounds all meant to serenade her. "-could be my ever after...after all? I could be your perfect disaster..." He'd been perfect once before, after all. A perfect being in this place that made her stare so much in wonder at...how he longed to put on a performance that would have her look at him that way. "You could be my ever after-apologies!"

With a harsh flap, the angelic broadcaster launched himself backwards away from her, coming to rest within the bough of a tree above the thicket. The drums from their band were recorded in various means in his files, but he'd found just the right pattern of them to admit at that moment and applied the sound of them just as the third day began to breathe its sigh into his lungs. "I'm not myself." He argued that fact with a gesture to the face he wore. He knew she probably wanted to see what was underneath it now more than ever- to see him and see if he was just joking around and jerking her chain, but there was no way he could support the orchestra of sounds without the thing locked in place now and thrumming with all manner of fervent frequencies. "But I can guarantee-! That when I get back? You won't believe...that you know me well."

Palm flat against the bark of his perch, he circled the trunk of the white oak, eyes trained down on her and talons dug in to scratch the post as if he could grind their initials in without a second thought. "Don't wanna think about it-" A spot on the bark where a heart and the initials A+E rested received a hearty scratch from his circling efforts. "I'm fuckin' TIRED of getting SICK ABOUT IT-" Talons curled in and a fist met the heart once with a melodic slam that he used to launch himself away from the base of the tree and out amongst its leafy boughs were his light grazing of weight against the lighter branches shook leaves and unripe pollen free to fall overhead.

With a brutish beat of his wings to bat the weaker limbs away- snapping what couldn't withstand his fury in that moment and sending them tumbling down, he scoffed with the same energy he'd toss to a crowd of gathered exorcists all looking for that serotonin boost to get worked up for their next extermination. "Now stand back up- and be a MAN about it. And fight for something!" He demanded, wings cracking with each emphasis of- "fight for something! FIGHT for someTHING!" The final 'thing' was just the burst needed to launch himself down into the patches of flowers he'd collected at the tree's base, ripping them up with his wings beating furiously on impact. "Oough ~ you said I would make a better lyre? Never face the music when it's dire. I breathe-" And he did- the sharpest inhale when he saw the glow of the moonlight on her skin again pitching her into a mold that he could never replicate despite all his furious feather flares. She'd always exude a sense of divinity he could only hope to graze should he work the tempo up enough to get airborne. "-disaster. Ever ~ after. Don't pull away from me now..."

Golden light flashed- sparked as if by his claims, and as he began to rise again without the assistance of wing flaps in favor of having them outstretched and on full, flashing display under the light of the third day's half moon, the golden flashes formulated and formed the golden ax in his arms just in time to meet a thunderous strum of his angelic specialty - the strings. All of them attached.

"Don't you move-...can't you stay? Where you are...just for now??"

#//trying to stretch a 6 min song over 6 days is an achievement unlocked achievement if i ever saw one tbh- #//but wait it gets cooler in the next 3 ~ lol #kugel-bitch #long post

[gricean-sphinx]

About half a dozen earthworms wriggled in discomfort in the damp soil at the sudden exposure to the crisp morning air.

“I just don’t get it.”

Eden plucked the worms from the ground and stowed them in a small linen bag. She pulled two strings to shut it and hung it from her belt. Her brother kicked a pebble into a tree.

“Well… it’s complicated, Ed. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

The sound of babbling grew louder as they trekked towards the river.

“It’s only a couple of months till my birth”—Eden launched herself off a mossy rock—“day.” She landed on both feet atop a pile of leaves and looked over her shoulder. Talion’s gaze was locked on the ground. “You know, mom’s older and she didn’t seem to get it either,” she prodded.

Her brother’s gaze lifted to meet hers. His frown deepened.

“Mom’s been a little distracted lately. And I’m just looking out for us, Ed. Someone has to.”

They came upon the shore of the gentle, chatty river. Eden chose a large boulder to sit on and produced one of the wriggling earthworms from her linen pouch.

“We look out for each other, right?”

Talion hooked the worm on the end of his fishing line and cast it into the lazy current.

“Well, yeah, but you’re little. I gotta look out for you more because I’m older.”

Eden watched a bunch of tiny mayflies flit around her brother’s head as he focused on the water. She sighed quietly. Further downriver, she watched a frog lounge on a patch of soil, its skin glistening against the sunlight, its throat falling and rising rapidly, in time with its breathing. The frog leapt from the shore and into the water. A robin whistled a cheerful tune from someplace out of sight.

“Maybe I can look out for Crane and Fletcher because I’m older. And maybe if Lenore keeps helping with the garden, mom’ll be less distracted.”

Talion scoffed. The fishing line tensed.

“It’s not”—Talion pulled on the line —“the same, Ed.” He eased his grip, changed the direction of the pull. “We’re family.”

The trout leapt. Talion loosened his pull on the line till the fish was back under the water, then he pulled again, drawing it closer and closer to the shore. Eden approached the shore. Talion lifted the trout out of the water, thrashing uselessly against the air. Eden grabbed and stilled it, using both hands. Talion unhooked it from the line, and Eden walked back to the boulder she had sat on, setting the fish down against its smooth, cool surface.

“Well, but that’s what I don’t get because they could be family too, and then I wouldn’t have to be the youngest kid. Besides,” Eden drew her knife and cut down like her dad had taught her when she was younger. “I think dad would’ve wanted mom to be happy, Tal. She seems happier, now, sometimes.”

Talion tensed like the fishing line.

“Do you even remember what dad was like, Eden?”

Eden fished another earthworms from her linen pouch. Despite her, her eyes began to draw water.

“Of course I do, I…”

Her brother’s face softened immediately.

“I’m sorry, Ed. I shouldn’t have… listen, I’m really sorry, okay? But I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Hey, are you okay?”

Eden drew a steadying breath, then nodded. She lifted the wriggling earthworm up for Talion.

He took it with one hand, and put the other hand on top of her head, then leaned down so that their eyes were level.

“I’m sorry you feel kinda caught in the middle, Ed, but it’s not your job to work everyone’s problem’s out for them, okay? Mom and I… we’ll work things out, okay?”

“Okay.”

#finally got around to editing and finishing this story #i don't know if you can tell what's going on #eden is one of my d&d characters #this is a story about something that happened in her childhood

[sepia-stained-sunset]

An Eden Overthrown

"I made a deal with Death, once", Hazel says, once every five minutes it feels like. She says it out loud, she says it in whispers, she says it to herself because saying it feels like believing in it.

"Did you mean, 'a deal with the Devil'?" A bemused teenage girl who'd been waiting at the check-out line had asked her.

The girl looks a little like Death. Sharp chin, impish grin.

Maybe there was a little bit of Death in every living thing. A little mark, staking her claim. But no, she wouldn't have done that, would she? Not her. Hazel had seen her eyes. Those weren't eyes that would dance with flames or show cold nothingness like pools of darkness or any of that exaggerated nonsense. That wasn't like her.

"No, I did not", Hazel sighs, "she wasn't one bit like a devil or a demon or anything. She was…seraphic"

Foxglove had gifted her a romance-themed word of the day calendar one Valentine's, a pretty one, bound in red with pink hearts all over its cover, with gold lettering in cursive. It had looked expensive when she'd first received it. Its cover was worn from use now, pages faded from being thumbed through.

Baby steps, that's what it had been. Encouragement, a way for Hazel to gain more confidence.

'Seraphic' hadn't been in that one. She'd only learnt it later, when she'd bought more for herself, more and more and more, reading them in the hours before Alvie slept and awoke and took her single-minded devotion, collecting them on a little bookshelf in the living room of their Beverly Hills home. It was a place of display, of pride. A small victory that she'd have shown off if there had been anyone in the house to show off to. Still, she refuses to let the books collect dust, dusting them routinely.

"Did she have a scythe?" The woman at the beauty salon asks her as she smears conditioners and serums into her hair, remaining unimpressed with her work until Hazel's hair smelt like orange blossoms and lavender, a whole bouquet of flowers she didn't even like.

Hydrangeas were her favourite. Blue hydrangeas. They reminded her of Fox's eyes, so vivid and electric. There had been bushes of them growing untended in New York. She'd seen a few of them in the back of their apartment building, once. Back when they'd lived with Barbie and Wanda and Thessaly and they only slept when the Sun began to rise and their biggest fights had been over a green frog mug they'd long since lost.

There had been so many hydrangeas, blossoming wild even when they were uncared for. She'd cared sometimes, watering them if she remembered. Like she was tending to her relationship with Fox when she sprinkled water, like she was reminding herself to keep caring. And she had cared. She had. Until someone had cut them down so the grass would be level.

"No scythe", Hazel answers seriously, even though she knows her hairdresser thinks she's touched in the head, thinks follow-ups are a courtesy born from pity. But she needs someone to know. Fox doesn't really pick up her calls now, and it's like she's only half there when she does. No, the math on that is wrong. Having all of Fox meant having her in person. A distracted Foxglove on the phone meant Hazel barely got a quarter of her.

She needs someone to know, someone to understand. That when they finally met Death, they didn't have to shut their eyes or wince or scream or try and fail to keep their hearts from racing. That they didn't have to be so afraid, that they could reach their hands out and she would be sure to hold them.

"No scythe, huh?" Her hairdresser asks distractedly, pulling and tugging at her hair, combing it down and teasing it up even though she'd only asked for a little trim.

"No scythe. No horns, no hooves, no tail. That's not what Death looks like"

"Huh", the hairdresser mumbles, tilting her head this way and that, examining her in the mirror, and Hazel can tell that she's lost her, that she'll forget this conversation within the hour.

"That's not what she looks like", Hazel insists softly, "she's beautiful"

"Beautiful?" The postman scoffs, turning to leave, and Hazel wants to grab him by the shoulders and shake him and point to her front porch where Alvie is scribbling enthusiastically on his drawing pad.

"Isn't that beautiful to you?!" She wants to scream, needs to know, "The fact that he's alive, the fact that I get all this time with him, isn't that beautiful to you? All those days, all those memories, do they mean nothing to you?"

But of course she doesn't say any of that. Of course she just watches as he walks away.

There are no hydrangeas in Beverly Hills, and all the tabloids keep talking about what hunk they think Foxglove is sleeping with, and the postman begins to smile at her with condescending sympathy, and Fox sometimes texts her instead of calling, and no one, absolutely no on at all, believes her when she says that Death can be kinder than life.

#Hazel McNamara #Foxglove #hazel and foxglove #death of the endless #my fics