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My SPOILERY thoughts on Rain Code: Pre-DLC Edition
I've now finished everything that's available to us before the DLC cases start dropping in one week beginning with "Chapter Desuhiko: Charisma Killed the Cat." I'm totally down to learn more about the supporting detectives in this manner, so that should be a nice treat.
But I've completed the main story, every side quest, unlocked every "Gumshoe Gab," and read through How to Be a Master Detective: A Yakao Furio Case. I've done everything I can do for now.
As such — since I already shared my SPOILER-FREE thoughts over here — let me offer you my SPOILER-HEAVY reactions under the cut below.
So click on for EXTREME SPOILERS regarding things I have questions/misgivings about, things I feel are teasing future sequels, things I adored overall, and more.
By the end, I feel like it's practically impossible to dislike Yuma OR Shinigami. After Chapter 2 makes Yuma AND the player really start to feel like the contract is a burden and Shinigami is unworthy of any trust, the game brilliantly gives us Chapter 3 — the chapter where Shinigami starts to chill the fuck out and they get to confront the most unambiguously evil culprit plot in the whole thing. Kodaka and co. did well to make us start warming back to the partnership right after pointing out the obvious concerns. Our heroes reach their lowest point and then climb back to their best. Shinigami becomes less hyperactive and more sensitive and caring. And of course, Yuma goes from being a weak, frightened little fawn and shifts into The final scene between them is genuinely heartstring-tugging.
The repeated hints about the darkness that Yuma has unleashed, the blood that's on his hands, and the talk from Vivia about the extreme dangers of the Book of Death and how the Book of Death "will destroy the world"... that obviously never went anywhere. I guess we're saving that plot thread for a possible sequel, most likely? (Though I suppose it might be discussed in the DLC... but I personally doubt that.) Because they worked so hard to make us go from "Shinigami is untrustworthy and extremely sketchy" to loving and accepting her at the end, making us revert back to fearing and distrusting Shinigami is going to be emotionally difficult to endure. ... And I live for that shit. :D
I also think there's still merit in my earlier prediction that in an eventual sequel, Yuma will have to face the music for his crimes of repeatedly reaping criminals' souls... and maybe even get reaped himself. The game regularly reminds us of the death on Yuma's conscience. That's gonna come into play somehow, at some point.
Another bit from that earlier post that I still stand by is that, if this series continues, we'll definitely see a case where the person we're trying to exonerate is actually TOTALLY guilty of the crime.
By the way... I once mused that I didn't think Shinigami's "ghost/spirit" design was very distinctive. But after playing the game, I totally embrace it and accept it now. Even though my partner kept calling her "Dollar-Store Gengar," there's a certain genius to her design. She couldn't be too visually distracting if she was going to be flying all over the screen for the sake of quick gags while accompanying you, so making her both a relatively simple design as well as primarily transparent was VERY wise. And purple has come to be associated with notions of poisonous presences and/or ghostly appearances pretty heavily in the past 30+/- years. Very clever.
Another unanswered question: What's with the animal ears on Zilch Alexander and the angrily aggressive nun? They twitch like they're alive! Are these people some kind of human/animal hybrid? Or, wait... since Zilch wears a hat and the nun wears a habit, is this just a little bonus feature of their headgear? Battery-operated fake ears? Whatever the case, Yuma clearly didn't think it was worthy of noting or mentioning, so it must be a fairly common sight in the future.
I predicted "Makoto looks exactly like Yuma under the mask bc of the homunculus experiments" VERY early. Like, literally when I first met Makoto at the start of Chapter 3, I was already there, LOL. But from that moment, I always thought the twist would be that Yuma was the homunculus-copy and Makoto was the original version of him. So I got that backwards. And I definitely didn't think Yuma would wind up being Number One or turn out to have identity-swapped with a minor background character. That was TOTALLY left-field shit for me.
On that same topic... when Chapter 5 began, I was so EPICALLY disappointed. Like, after all the teases about homunculi and what that terminology implies, we get... zombies. Just fuckin' ZOMBIES. The most overdone thing in video games for the past 20 years now!! But as the chapter continued on and the truth about the city became obvious to me, I was really excited by the reveals. I knew something was off about the "meat bun" obsession, but I had no idea where the hell this was going. I mean, why WOULD I? "Homunculus" has never before meant "zombie" :P And of course I had ZERO idea that everyone in town was actually a homunculus replacement for a dead citizen until the game started dropping those HARD hints during the Chapter 5 investigation.
How amazing was that "pink blood" twist in Chapter 5? Brilliant little meta-mystery that really fucked with DR fans' beliefs and expectations. BRILLIANT, I tell you!
One thing that sadly fell flat for me about the conclusion was exactly WHY Yuma went from "I give up, Makoto is right, I need to let him win" over to "NO! I must FIGHT BACK and expose the TRUTH!" It kind of felt like the only reason he did the latter was because Shinigami really wanted him to and was sad that he was giving up, and Yuma clearly cares about Shinigami by then, so he just.... goes on with it. Is it because he realized in that moment that he could successfully expose the truth AND still make everyone happy? Because how the FUCK could he have known how that'd turn out?!? Especially after Chapter 2's conclusion, Yuma had no reason to believe that exposing the truth was going to always be a good thing for everybody. ... Personally, I thought they really needed to make Yuma a lot angrier about Makoto grinding up criminals for meat. That mass-murder would've been a GREAT reason for him to get up and fight back, and it would've made a lot more clear sense as a reason for him to keep going than some vague desire for an idealized world that has every fucking reason to NEVER work in practice. I just... I don't get it.
Back to positive stuff: Chapter 4's murder mystery is one of the best Kodaka has ever put together. Just... no notes, great job, loved it.
I wonder if Vivia really is immortal somehow. The possibility isn't ever strictly denied when it's brought up...
Desuhiko has to be my least favorite of the Other Detectives/Temporary Partners. He's such a damn tool. :P
I hope they eventually give us some DLC or other side modes that let us learn more about the lost Chapter 0 detectives. They have/had so much potential to run deep. I'd be down to play a "Danganronpa S"-style side story that runs like a simplistic board game if it means we'll get more info on them.
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ANGÉLIQUE
Nabrielise, 1668 words, Polyamory, Implied/Referenced Childhood Sexual Abuse, Gabriel Boutin has PTSD, Flashbacks, Gabriel Boutin Needs A Hug, Gabriel is In Love, Kissing It Better, Post-Season/Series 01, Getting Together, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pre-slash, References to Drugs, POV Gabriel.
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Cyan fingers play ghostly along bright, beautifully brown collarbone mountains.
Un amour entaché.
Tainted Love, indeed.
Gabriel's face remains a book of blank pages, his default setting—a trillion miles away from the bloody battles that are raging constantly between his mind and his heart.
He's always been one to play defence. Especially with himself.
Only nineteen and already a ghost.
…well, almost.
Darkwave trance music pumps softly from somebody's bluetooth speaker—much softer than the current thump of Gabriel's industrial techno heartbeat. Nathan, the reason, now pushes upwards from where long forearms support his longer body, those big plush lips halting a mere millimetre away from Gabriel's. Gabriel stills his touch, forever-bleu fingertips buried in a perfect clavicle valley. He watches the boy's pulse ticking away under that smooth brown skin for a moment longer before allowing their eyes to meet—and do so much more than just shake hands.
Stay.
"What's this song called? Do you know it?" Nathan's mouth moves against Gabriel's as he speaks, then he's nodding his head in question towards the sounds of pulsating synth beats and low-sung neo-goth French words unknown to him.
Stay with me.
Gabriel swallows his urgency if not his want and licks his—and consequently Nathan's—lips, before taking a breath and answering, "Angélique," on the exhale.
Nathan peers out from underneath feathery raven lashes.
Stay, always.
Gabriel has become a walking/talking contradiction of himself.
Nathan's eyes flicker shut for a couple of his own now-also-racing heartbeats. Gabriel usually manages to tune out the sounds of others' life-force, or at least turn down the volume—never Nathan's though.
Or Annalise's, come to think of it.
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(read under the cut OR READ IT HERE ON AO3)
That thought digs beneath Gabriel's skin and makes a nest there, staining him just like his bloodborne alchemy. Marking him up. Tattooing him.
~Nathan&Annalise~
Nathan gently brushes just the very tip of his nose alongside the length of Gabriel's. Up and down, up and down. "So, does that mean, like…" and he mirrors now, licking his and Gabriel's lips, "...Angelic, or some shit?"
Or some shit.
Gabriel pants out three, barely there Yeses. One for each of them.
Gabriel, Nathan, Annalise.
Nathan smiles. "Like you. You're my guardian angel," he insists. "Mine and Annalise's."
Fallen angel, more like.
Stupidly, Gabriel lets himself be just that entirely fucking perfect for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Blinks and believes.
My darling angel, Gabriel.
Gabriel grits his teeth at the sudden mental intrusion. She can just fuck right off and out of his head, merci beaucoup.
He then swallows thickly again. "No, Nathan." And he's so desperate to Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
He won't be the one to instigate though. Can't ever do that. Can't ever be that.
"You mustn't—don't think of me that way, mon cher. I'm not so… good."
Nathan fusses his gaze over every single one of Gabriel's features, with no rush to the action. Searches for a lie. He doesn't find one. He doesn't relent either, though, and now gifts Gabriel with, "You won't convince me you're anything other than a decent bloke, you know."
"Decent?" Gabriel scoffs, deflecting by looking down at his state of undress, "Dans mes sous-vêtements." Nathan's face scrunches up adorably. Gabriel sighs affectionately and smiles wryly. "I am wearing only my knickers." A nod to Annalise.
Nathan smiles some more, his face splitting with the size and force of it and Gabriel thinks he'd kill for this boy. Then Nathan tuts, just as affectionate. "You know what I mean, Gabs."
Gabriel inwardly preens at the moniker. Plenty have used the nickname before, but never has it ever sounded the way it does tripping off of Nathan Byrn's lips. Makes Gabriel think he's the one tripping, every time he hears it.
You're smitten.
Gabriel tries to ignore the oh-so familiar shrill-pitched voice in his mind as Nathan tilts his gorgeous head. "I don't care what you say, anyway. You're an angel if I say you are. With your pretty eyes and your crazy white hair."
White hair.
Gabriel blinks, too much.
You must tell me…
His mask falters. It's only a split-second—too quick for most people to notice. Unfortunately in this instance though, Nathan is not most people.
"Hey, hey, what is it? What did I say?" Nathan's eyes are blown wide and his hands instantly attach themselves to Gabriel's biceps like they've found their way home; an anchor to Gabriel's wayward ship, mooring him from the coming high-tide.
"I don't—it's nothing.“
But Nathan never knows when to leave well alone. "Bollocks, it's nothing. Where did you just go off to?"
…Is it love?
"I…"
No, no, no.
Her.
"Nathan, I—"
M E R C U R Y
And Gabriel is gone, fucked up, spiralling dangerously in a way he's managed to avoid for the longest time.
Bony fingers—too big, too knowing—sliding up the warmth of his inside thighs, to get inside of him, to tug on his will, his shame, his goodness, latching onto his very sense of self.
She'd whisper, so loudly, "Let me in, my dove. Let me in and I will give you the whole world, my sweet, sweet boy. All you could ever want and need or know or be. All for you. All for me."
He never knew why she bothered to ask.
And he fought, tooth and nail, that dove. Every time. He pushed and kicked and scratched and flapped his little wings. Didn't matter though. None of it did. She could take whatever she wanted. All of it. All of him. Always. And she did. She took everything from that frightened little bird, that little boy, until he had no fight left in him. Would just lay back and let it happen. The Witch Mercury: his teacher; his pseudo-mother; his lover. She took away his blonde curls and his deserved innocence and left him as bitter and cold as the driven snow.
Forever Winter.
"Gabriel?"
You. Are. Mine.
…almost.
Gabriel notes vaguely that Nathan's hands are no longer gripping the tops of his arms but have found their way to holding his face—no longer a mask or even a face, really, but something else. His features, ruptured now, Gabriel is a great big hole ripped right open. A gaping rift with all of his pain and guilt and humiliation spilling right out, gushing, brimming, overflowing and threatening to drown him.
He can't breathe.
"Gabriel, tell me what's happening!"
Thumbs are swiping furiously at the thawing ice that's melting from the corners of Gabriel's sad eyes.
He's crying. Having a panic attack.
Nathan is panic-stricken, too.
Nathan.
Nathan!
Not an anchor, but a lifeline.
"Kiss me." Gabriel—even with no breath in his lungs—almost shouts it, fists now balling up and white-knuckled in Nathan's shirt.
Nathan finches like he wasn't actually expecting a response. "What? No! Tell me what's wrong!"
"Nathan, please. Please!" and now he is shouting.
Maybe it's the begging itself or maybe it's just the way Gabriel's voice has a hundred hairline cracks in it, like more thawing ice, but Nathan, he seems to hear it. Somehow through the haze of Gabriel's hysteria and self-hatred Nathan hears exactly what this broken boy needs.
The role-reversal. The control.
Gabriel needs to be needed. To be something good.
Angèlique.
"Kiss me."
So The Bastard Son kisses the Ruined Alchemist in a way neither have ever kissed another, and it's its own magic spell. A counterspell; one to break Mercury's wrong-doing. A conjuring to set Gabriel free and he's there, he's so there, all in, in deep, deeply in love, and the Devil himself couldn't stop this now—
But Annalise can.
They're all but devouring each other when she walks into the room and stops dead, mouth open in a quiet gasp. So, so, quiet. But Gabriel, he hears it. And it's deafening.
Gabriel is every single Evil he's been trying to run from his entire fucking life. If he's ruined this… If he… it's not even as if he and Nathan have been trying to hide this, the thing that has gripped them both, this thing that's binding them, it's just…
It's just—
"Annalise, we—" Nathan begins, but Annalise ends it in one word.
"Us." She corrects.
And that word. That one, small word is unbelievably—incredibly, amazingly—all it takes.
Then they are magnets, he and Nathan, their combined energies pulling Annalise into them. Or she is the magnet. Or they all are? It's not important, Gabriel realises, because there's only one thing that matters now.
Us.
Annalise O'Brien and Nathan Byrn—Gabriel's family—are here, bracing him and embracing him with all of themselves. With all of their selfless love.
Annalise, with her boldness and insecurities and raw beauty and stubbornness and fierce grace, climbs up onto the bed and takes residence, curling into Gabriel's other side. A mirror to Nathan.
And they're healing him.
Nathan takes one of Anna's hands and links their fingers, squeezing. So sure. Smiling. Alive.
Annalise smiles back and leans forwards to kiss him, also sure. All warmth and sugar and spice.
Jesus, they are everything.
Us.
Then they're both laying Gabriel down with their hands and eyes, loving him better. Better than he is, better than he deserves.
Nathan can surely read minds. "Stop thinking you don't deserve this," he says and smiles, le soleil du matin—the morning sun.
Us.
Annalise, la lune dans le ciel nocturne—the moon in the night sky, hums, "Silly goose," at Gabriel, then she and Nathan are kissing each other again.
Then they're kissing Gabriel, on his arms and his chest and his neck and his chin and his cheeks and his mouth and Gabriel can finally breathe.
"Us," he agrees, his tears drying up.
And laying in a bed in a hostel somewhere in Berlin with a boy and a girl who both love him, Gabriel Boutin—guardian angel, Angélique or not—is saved.
(a nabrielise WIP—pls let me know in the comments if you'd like adding to the finished work's taglist!)
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GHOSTLY TALES!
We return with some creepy cool GHOSTLY TALES! Plus, an invigorating GHOST GAB segment as we ponder "Haunted Houses V. Haunted People." Finally, have some grisly deaths been caused by GHOSTS??
Check out this episode!
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So, I'm Rewriting Something I Just Published
This post has two acts. First, a confession of sorts. Then, an update, a little peer behind the veil, please pay attention to the woman behind the curtain.
So, here’s the confession.
I was going to just secretly, quietly, unnoticed-ly re-release a recent short story I published in the form of a tiny book on amazon. I was just going to finish rewriting it and update the original file I uploaded and pretend that nothing ever changed. Do the ole-one-two-switcheroo.
But then I remembered that I’ve just been wanting to be overall more transparent and honest in my newsletters. And that I actually want to tell you guys about the process of writing it and what I’m learning in the process.
So here I am, telling you about how impulsive and goofy I am. I hope you enjoy it.
Here’s the thing. My idea in publishing it on a whim was to claim my amazon author profile so that I could start promoting it, encouraging people to follow it, so that when my debut novel comes out next year people actually get notified about it. Seems like a clever idea, right? Or at least it did to me. Honestly, marketing is at best a hobby I do poorly at this point, but I’m trying to figure it out.
I figured I would just put something out that I was decently confident about and focus on just linking to the profile itself and forgetting about the specific work.
The problem being I actually really like the story and have wanted to expand it for months. After receiving a proof copy of the physical book and reading it, I found myself stuck on the potential it had and I shifted my focus to writing more of the story.
In classic “me” fashion, what started as the intention to add maybe two thousand words to flesh it out a bit more has now evolved into a narrative that will probably require another ten or eleven thousand words. It’s becoming a novella. Because I have approximately zero chill.
(By the way, this is not new, The Hallowed Wilds was only supposed to be forty-thousand words and now with another twenty-thousand to go it’s already clocking in at a whopping sixty-thousand words. So yes, I routinely have to double the size of my projects because they take off without me.)
And also due to my inability to harness any chill, I also just want to scream at you guys about the whole thing. I wanna talk about the drafting, the editing, the visuals, the inspirations. I want to just gab about all of it.
So that’s the backstory, let me get into the stuff that I actually want to tell you about now, a little peer behind the curtain for my simultaneous WIP mixed with an already published novlette called A Waltz with the Bone King.
This idea came to be years ago, collaboratively, with my best friend Eden, who I have mentioned before in this newsletter. We are big fans of text-based role playing, and before you get awkward, it’s not the sexy thing. It’s the nerdy thing.
This was a story we came up with together about a woman obsessed with the macabre literally being courted by death. It was one I always loved and, with her blessing, I’ve been playing with writing it as a narrative for a while now—several times over the last year, honestly. The idea first came to us after seeing this lovely image by Illustrator Abigail Larson.
The story follows a sickly, frail woman named Lorelai Hunt. She’s the sole daughter of a wealthy widower that lives in the country, away from society. He purchased his estate there after his wife, Lorelai’s mother, fell ill and they have lived there ever since.
Oddly enough, this looks almost exactly how I envision her.
Lorelai’s mother, Hanne, died when Lorelai was only six or seven and it shook her deeply.
Not long after her mother’s death, Lorelai started to be visited by spirits. She was doted upon by ghostly nannies while her father processed his grief, in many ways she was reared by these paranormal experiences until she started to get too old to peer past the veil quite so easily.
She found comfort in reading about theories on what happens after death, reading dark poetry, and as she aged, even reading about what happens to the body after a soul had left it.
As a result, many people thought she was odd and, at the time of the story, tend to avoid her and ridicule her behind their gloved hands. Much to her father’s dismay, she has had no gentleman callers or prospective suitors, but Lorelai herself isn’t bothered. She would rather die a spinster than consign herself to a life with a husband who doesn’t understand her, especially with the example her parents set as a perfect love match.
But matters get complicated when Westley Harper, a young man from the city, takes a curious interest in her despite his clear distaste for the things she is interested in. Honestly, one of my favorite parts to write was Lorelai and Westley’s first conversation and I hope you enjoy it as well:
“Do you like history, Mr. Harper?” I asked.
“Please, Westley is fine,” he said. “And of course, a young man must be well versed on such subjects.”
“I’ve been reading about the French Revolution and Marie Antoinette,” I said. “It really is a tragedy what happened to them, don’t you think? Coming to power when they were no more than children—only to fall in love and have their romance cut short by their untimely deaths.”
“I suppose it would take a tender heart such as yours to extend such compassion to monarchs who were so unliked,” he said.
“I heard that Marie Antoinette collapsed in the courtroom when the bells tolled signaling King Louis’s death—” I said before adding as an aside. “Did you know that some doctors theorize that the head continues perceiving up to several minutes after being removed from the body?”
Westley’s face tightened, only slightly with how well he managed his own reactions, but I saw it nonetheless.
“Don’t you think that’s fascinating?” I pressed on. “What do you suppose he thought of in those final moments?”
“I imagine he thought only of pain,” he responded.
“Why ever would he think on pain when he was no longer connected to any of the anatomy that could cause the sensation of it?” I challenged.
“Maybe he marveled at the fact that he was still thinking at all—”
“Is that what you would do? Think ‘Ah, I’m still sentient. Fascinating,’ and then die?”
Westley sighed and smoothed a hand through his perfect hair again, his irritation apparent and growing. “I imagine that I would be thinking of vengeance against those who had wronged me.”
Finally, an honest answer!
“I see—” I said, tapping my lace fan to my lacquered lips. “So, you’d continue to the next phase of existence as a vengeful spirit.”
I hope this gives you an idea of why Lorelai is so fun to write. She’s strange and a little hard headed. I love the dichotomy of her stubborn qualities offset by her openness to the unexplained; her intelligence paired with her oddness and superstitions.
By no surprise, shortly after this meeting Lorelai meets The Bone King during one of her visits to the graveyard and that’s where our story really starts to unfold.
“Who are you?” I asked him.
“Well, you already know exactly who I am, don’t you?” he asked me as he carefully picked up the shattered teacup, the crimson liquid staining his satin gloves like blood. “Or you at least have an inkling.”
His tone wasn’t the same condescending indulgence that Westley had used with me when I’d attended that social with Papa. It was conversational, light, and a little playful. If he’d had any flesh on the bones of his face, I could almost see the little dimpled smile he’d have when he said it.
“So…you’re…the king of death?” I finally made myself say.
“I am,” he said. “I’ve had many names over the millennia—Hades, The Grim Reaper, The Angel of Death, Thanatos, Hel… the list continues, and the faces and genders change based on region.”
“What do you call yourself?” I asked.
“I do not call myself anything,” he stated as he finished picking up the last of the teacup and vanishing it before my eyes, along with the red stains on his gloves. “I simply am.”
“That’s a very enigmatic thing to say,” I said, a little put out. “What should I call you?”
“Call me whatever you like, Little Flower,” he said.
And this is basically where I’m left off in the drafting process.
The story right now sits at about 13,000 words and I anticipate it finishing up around 20,000 words. I’m writing it as quickly as my brain will let me after finishing my daily freelancing writing, and I’m hoping to have it finished in the next couple of weeks. However, if you’d like to read the current iteration, it’s available on Kindle Unlimited or for just a dollar for the e-book version.
It isn’t bad in its current form, but it definitely will benefit from being fleshed out, I think you’ll see that.
In the meanwhile, I’m going to try to keep you guys in the loop on the whole process and the lead up to an Actual Proper Launch TM.
In the meanwhile, do you guys like updates like this? Or is this too much of an info dump? Comment below and let me know!
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"You’re up to something. I can smell it. What are you planning?" Gabs to Douman!
𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟐 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
Douman swayed from left to right in a carefree, almost child-like manner as his obsidian eyes looked at the girl. 'Uhuhuh~? Me, scheming, planning? Fufufu, you have to mistake this humble priest with someone else... fufufu...'
and yet, he moved like a shadow, just behind her. Green claws ghostly traced beautiful, long hair. Almost like he didn't touch it and yet... he did.
'I was just thinking... theoretically... Do you also get all weird when you see birth date and death date on the gravestone being the same? A tragedy? or a whim of fate? Just... It always gets my head all fired up, fufufu~ to think of such...'
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looking for some writer friends
*awkward wave* hi, i’m very new to the writeblr community but i noticed people who just joined doing introduction posts so i thought i might get on the train and do the same
i’m sascha. i’m just your local ghost, haunting the internet and spooking through tumblr, occasionally posting about:
writing advice
writing inspiration
research resources
writing memes
my wips (usually tagging games and stuff. it all gets very gay.)
if you’d like to chat don’t hesitate to drop by and leave a message in my ask box or on private! i’d love to hear you rant about your wips or simply talk to you about anything, really
since i’m still new i don’t have enough blogs to follow yet so for now i follow every writblr who reblogs this and spreads the word. i’d love to get to know you all! xx
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After the plaza closes down for the day Gregory and Freddy decide to show off the neat new Fazbear jacket (referred in a different post) but in an unorthodox way.
Freddy spotted Chicka jamming out in her room through her glass window watching for a moment as her head banged to the beat of her song. He walked up to the glass, gently knocking on it and motioning to her with a wave when she happened to glance up. He made a motion to her door and setting aside her instrument she gave him a thumbs up and walked over to it. Circling around to the door Freddy grinned as it slid open and Chicka cheerfully greeted him-stepping aside to let him in. “Hi Freddy! Making one last round?” She got a nod in response and watched the bear walk further in to stand in the middle of her room. She glanced back at the empty spot by the door and tilted her head at her friend. “Is Gregory with you? It’s almost dinner time.” Normally by now Freddy would have headed towards one of the diners with his boy to have some pizza or try some of the other menu items and excitedly exchange how their day had been; it had become a bit of a ritual for the rest of the gang to show up around then and hang out with them so it was a little surprising to see Freddy stopping by at this time. “About that...there’s something he wanted to show you-Are you ready superstar?” He gently tapped at his stomach hatch and got one back in response. “I’m ready!” And in an instant Gregory leapt out with the hood of his new fuzzy coat pulled over his head. “Tadaaaa! Do you like it?” The boy spun around in a circle and struck a pose-watching as Chicka’s eyes lit up. “Oh jelly bean-you’re absolutely ADORABLE! Let me have a closer look!” She scooped him up and rested him on her hip, holding him with one arm as she examined the fabric with her free hand. “It’s stitching is sturdy and the fabric is soo soft! You’re the cutest baby bear I’ve ever seen ♥️!” Gregory could see the proud expression on his papa bears face from the corner of his vision and felt his own face flush, shyly hiding it in Chicka’s shoulder. “Thank you! It’s really comfortable but I like it most of all because it looks like papa bear.” Chicka felt as though she were about to melt into a puddle...she glanced over at her best friend and giggled-seeing that he practically was himself. “How about we get some grub in you huh? There’s this new Fazburger I’m sure you’ll love! And we can show off your new threads too-I can’t wait to see the look on Roxy’s face!” Gregory excitedly threw his hands up with a whooping sound and eagerly chattered back to her. As the two became locked into a heated conversation Chicka turned and motioned Freddy to follow her as she continued to carry Gregory and lead the way out of her room. Freddy wordlessly followed after just as eager to listen to their bouncy chatter, he stared fondly at his superstars face as it lit up and his eyes sparkled. For the briefest moment his vision had changed...the ghostly image of a different face had appeared; the same chestnut hair was scruffier, chocolate orbs a little darker with scattered freckles over tear streamed cheeks- “Hey papa-wouldn’t that be cool?!” Freddy quickly blinked a couple times and all at once he was met with the wide, curious eyes of his cub. “Oh, yes, that would be wonderful!” He replied and internally sighed with relief as Gregory beamed and continued gabbing to his aunt. He felt a strange sensation, a dull aching pull deep within his soul and held a clutching hand to his chest. The memory of the past still lingering deep within his new, ageless frame...
(Hey superstars, if you’d like me to continue further with the other bots reactions let me know with a big juicy bite of that like button! ♥️ there is still so much more ideas I have for the ssau to share if y’all are willing to listen. Thank you for reading this far!)
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A fallen star (part 1)
Summery: Kaeya is stuck in a web, a shadow its weaver.
TW: Emotional Manipulation/Abuse, Angst
@bluexiao
10 years until corruption....
Diluc glared at him, his intense, panting as his sword finally fell from his hands in exhaustion. The claymore landed on the dirty ground, tainted with blood and dirt. He was panting, his body shaking with tears and ghostly pale.
"Diluc...I..." Kaeyas voice cracked from the effort of speaking after his hours spent screaming and fighting. The shield, created by a new Icy vision, surrounded the 13 year old.
"I hate you..." Diluc murmured out.
"What...?" Kaeya felt his heart break.
"I hate you...It's all your fault you damned Traitor!" Diluc yelled in a new burst of fury.
"Diluc. I...that...that's not who...thats not me anymore! I-" Kaeya tried to argue.
"Get away you Monster!" Diluc pushed himself onto his feet, clutching his sword once more, and a now broken vision. He ran off, leaving Kaeya alone as it rained.
"Monster is a harsh word, don't you think?" A feminine, echo-like voice, said.
"Who...Who are you?" Kaeya asked, searching for the source.
"I have many names, but call me 'shadow' if you must call me anything." A figure said, stepping out. She was feminine in appearance, a smoky visage of a woman, like someone left a blot of ink in water, and it formed a woman.
"Shadow...do you have a real name?" Kaeya looked at the woman as she kneeled before him.
"Not really. But you can give me one if you must." Shadow replied.
"Why are you here?" Kaeya asked.
"I'm your own personal angel, I'm here to guide you." She said. "I'm here to help you, poor little Kaeya. Just let me in."
"What do I do now?" Kaeya looked down.
"Well, you can start by picking this up." She gestured to the vision and rose to her full height.
Kaeya gabbed the vision and looked up at Shadow. "I don't know what to do...I don't have a family anymore..." Kaeya glanced behind him, to the muddy footsteps that trailed into the distance.
"Then I'll be your family. After all, no one will ever love you as much as I. No one will ever care for you as much as me. After all, I'm an angel sent by Celestia."
5 years until corruption...
"Its not fair..." Kaeya said, as he closed the door behind him.
"Aww, what happened?" Shadow asked.
"Diluc came back today...he still hates me. I didn't kill father...did I?"
"Of course not. You're not the monster. Diluc is. He abandoned Mondstat, abandoned his girlfriend, abandoned you. He tried to kill you, he's the real monster."
"How do you know?" Kaeya looked down.
"I know you. You did nothing wrong, you just told him the truth. He lashed out. You became a knight of favonious. He became quite miserable, don't you agree?"
"...Yeah..." Kaeya agreed hollowly.
1 year until corruption....
"You took a long time." Shadow said, flipping a coin in her hand.
"I got promoted. I'm the Calvary captain now." Kaeya smiled, proud of himself.
"What Calvary? Didn't the grandmaster take all the Calvary with him?"
"I...Yeah..." Kaeya swallowed.
"He just shoved you into a useless position. Obviously he thinks you're useless."
"Useless...I...no he doesn't..." Kaeya argued.
"What's a Calvary captain with no Calvary? He just shoved you away. Just like Diluc..."
"No...they didn't . Diluc didn't do anything like that...Varka didn't..."
"You really still believe those lies you tell yourself?" The shadow grinned.
Kaeya looked down. "They're not lies..."
"Diluc thinks your the monster who killed daddy dearest. Jean blames you for why her precious one want's nothing to do with her. Noelle keeps believing the lies you tell her, Amber blames you for everything that goes wrong." Shadow grinned. "They think you're a useless monster..."
"Im not...they..."
"But they do. And you know I'm right. After all, you believe them too." Shadow leaned close and held her hand out. "Just take my hand and prove them wrong..."
1 day until corruption...
Kaeya knew he was loosing. Shadows grip on him was growing. Was he really a monster? Was he useless?
Why did he go to Diluc? He wasn't sure. Especially today of all days..10 years to the day, but his feet brought him to the Angel's share.
"Ah. Come to annoy me early?" Diluc sighed.
"Diluc I need help. There's this shadow and..." Kaeya began.
"Kaeya...please...don't tell me there's a voice in your head that makes you do bad things..." Diluc began to grow tense.
"Diluc please...just listen..." Kaeya begged.
"I don't want to hear whatever excuse you have this year. 10 years and you're still the same damn monster you were. Nothing's changed."
"I...I see...goodbye..." Kaeya stepped away.
1 Minute until corruption...
"Poor Kaeya, were you rejected again?" Shadow asked.
"It's not fair...I didn't do anything in nine years...why does he hate me so much...?" Kaeya felt tears run down his face.
Shadow tilted his chin up to face her, wiping his tears.
"Shadow...you are the only one I can actually trust..." Kaeya
"Take my hand, Kaeya, I can make it all better..."
Kaeya touched their hands.
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I just wanted to say, I read your fic 'curse of the sea', and I'm having alot of trouble commenting on ao3 so I thought I'd tell you here, that it's absolutely amazing. I love the way you describe mermaid Draco, like he's mesmerizing but also still dangerous. And Harry's 'Helper syndrome' *chef's kiss* hilarious.
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! My heart... Glad you like it!
And because you took the time to reach out, have a little deleted scene from Chapter 6 (I guess you could read this without context, it’s basically just fluff lmao)
AH and this is also for you @pauleonotis ;) (I did it! I wrote the scene omggg)
Drarry // Mermaid AU // 8th year // Fluff // Scroll for the German version
Tail-Touching
"Don't you think that's a little ridiculous?"
Harry lifted his head in surprise at Draco's question and examined the blond in detail. "What do you mean?"
"Your staring."
Harry remained silent and let his gaze wander again over the surface of the pool, under which he could clearly see the iridescent fishtail, which he truly enjoyed watching. "Not really."
Draco snorted, pulled himself along the edge of the pool, closer to Harry, who dangled his legs carelessly into the water. Harry tried hard not to make a sound. Draco was no fool, he would see what was going on inside Harry much too soon anyway. He could still blame his nervous reactions to Draco's touch on the surprise effect, but at some point even that wouldn’t be enough to explain himself.
But that night, it would still be enough, so Harry allowed his leg to tense up as soon as Draco laid a hand on it to hold on to Harry. But he suppressed the gasp, that would take things too far.
"Do you want to touch it?"
Harry raised one eyebrow but didn’t dare to look into the silver glowing eyes, instead he devoted all his attention to Draco's hand on his leg. "Are you serious?"
Harry's cheeks burned just at the thought of it. He had thought too often about how Draco's fishtail would feel, how the shimmering scales would react to his touch, but he would never have thought of expressing his interest out loud. It felt too intimate, almost forbidden.
"No, I offered, because I would rather die than let you touch me," Draco replied, clawing his sharp nails, or rather claws, tighter into Harry's trousers leg. "Potter, don't be stupid!"
"I'm not stupid," Harry protested, staring defiantly into Draco's face. "It's just weird," he added, more quietly.
"Bloody weird." Draco sounded bitter, maybe even hurt, the two emotions went hand in hand in the Slytherin anyway.
Harry bit his lip to make sure he wouldn't say the wrong thing. He could hardly confess now how much he was consumed to accept Draco's offer. Then he might as well admit that Draco was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and that went too far. Way too far.
"I - uhm, I'd still like to... Well, uhm - yes." Harry’s mind smacked himself while his last bit of self-respect disappeared into thin air. God, why why was he so insecure? It was Draco. Just Draco.
Very well. It was Draco in his mer-creature form, who could compete with a predator on one hand, and on the other, was truly the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen. And then there was the life-threatening situation Draco found himself in and, oh right, Harry's feelings and body, which simply betrayed his mind and reacted so clearly to the blond that it was downright ridiculous. Perhaps his insecurity was understandable after all.
"Come on, then." Draco's voice had no right, no right at all, to sound so seductive. But Harry didn’t complain, allowing Draco to grab his wrist and then almost gently pulling him from the edge of the pool into the water.
Looking at Draco's face, Harry forgot to notice that his clothes were getting wet, forgot to think about since when the pool in the Prefects’ Bathroom had been so deep and even forgot to breathe for a moment. But he caught himself as soon as Draco let go of his wrist. Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!
A smile plucked at Draco's lips before he lowered himself backwards and dived under. Harry's heart skipped a beat. A blue-silver shadow ghostly passed close to his hip and disappeared towards the middle of the pool where the water was deepest. Not sure exactly what to do now, Harry stared stunned at the shadow for a few seconds, but then he made up his mind and took a deep breath.
It was easy to glide through the water, diving along the bottom of the pool. The engaging silence and warmth swallowed him up, but all his attention was focused on the glow. Draco's glow. Draco.
Draco moved under water as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He seemed relaxed, as if the peace and quiet here was the best remedy for everything that went wrong at the moment. And then there was this elegance. The elegance with which he had been blessed as a human, but in this form, it became tangible.
Harry's eyes fell on the fishtail, it was so close by now that he could probably have touched it if he had stretched out his hand, but a pull in his stomach prevented him from doing so. Fuck, that really felt too intimate. But slowly, curiosity took over.
With one last look at Draco, who was clearly too amused watching him and floated effortlessly on one spot in the water, Harry decided to do justice to a Gryffindor.
With a few skillful breaststrokes, Harry swam around Draco until he stopped behind him. Then he stretched out his fingers and touched the scattered scales on Draco's shoulder blades. This wasn’t new, he had done it before, yet it was as fascinating as the first time. The glow under his fingers, the tingling sensation that ran through his entire body... truly bloody fascinating.
Draco had tilted his head to one side and was watching Harry closely, but wasn't moving. No, he just let himself be touched. Allowed Harry's fingers to slide deeper down, along his back, down to his waist and then right and left to his hips where there was hardly any skin left between all those scales.
Harry paused. It was all a bit much and he just wanted to take a deep breath but then he felt Draco put his own hands on Harry’s and forgot that he was supposed to be panicking.
Guided by Draco's hands, his fingers glided feather-light down, along the bluish scales that turned silver under his touch. The fishtail felt powerful, like snakeskin, but better. Somehow smooth, but also silky and soft. Harry couldn't get rid of the feeling that whatever was happening to him was completely indescribable and the realization made his thoughts woozy.
Everything was suddenly woozy. Everything became foggy, the feeling of dizziness overcame him. The silence of the water became overwhelming, Harry's chest began to hurt. Darkness overpowered him. And then he felt fingers reaching for his wrist and barely a moment later Harry emerged from the water panting.
"Salazar, Potter! Remember to breathe!"
And breath Harry did. Very hectic and uncontrolled, because he had truly forgotten the need for oxygen and his lungs had some catching up to do.
"Why are you so..."
"Shut up, Malfoy! I-" Harry interrupted the Slytherin, who scornfully scrutinized Harry and surely had something to say about his suicidal tendencies.
"I-" Harry started again, but was held back by his too fast breath, so instead Harry reached straight for Draco's shoulder to hold on to. Draco only raised an eyebrow, he didn't seem to mind the extra weight. Of course the bastard didn't mind.
"You...?" Draco interjected helpfully.
"I was distracted!" By you. I was distracted by your bloody beauty. Harry could barely keep himself from shouting the truth out into the world.
"Flattering, Potter. I never knew I was so breathtaking!" Draco's lips curled into a smug grin that said he definitely knew he was absolutely ravishing.
Harry just rolled his eyes; he finally had his breath under control again and was clearly too tired for Draco's teasing. An answer was denied him anyway, as Draco already broke loose from his grip and turned away from him.
"Last one on the edge of the pool is a rotten egg!”
Harry groaned and watched Draco disappear beneath the surface of the water. Fairness was an alien concept for The Little Mermaid, but somehow Harry would probably be able to get used to it. With a sigh, Harry set about losing the race.
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German version:
„Findest du das nicht ein wenig albern?“
Harry hob überrascht den Kopf auf Dracos Frage hin und musterte den Blonden eingehend. „Was meinst du?“
„Dein Starren.“
Harry schwieg und ließ seinen Blick wieder über die Wasseroberfläche des Pools gleiten, unter der er deutlich den schillernden Fischschwanz erkennen konnte, den er wahrhaftig gerne beobachtete. „Nicht wirklich.“
Draco schnaubte, zog sich am Beckenrand entlang, näher auf Harry zu, der seine Beine unbedacht ins Wasser baumeln ließ. Harry gab sich Mühe jetzt bloß keinen Laut von sich zu geben. Draco war nicht dämlich, er würde ohnehin viel zu schnell erkennen, was in Harry vor sich ging. Noch konnte er seine nervösen Reaktionen auf Dracos Berührungen hin auf den Überraschungseffekt schieben, aber irgendwann würde selbst das nicht mehr genügen, sich zu erklären.
Aber in dieser Nacht würde es noch genügen, also ließ Harry zu, dass sich sein Bein anspannte, kaum legte Draco eine Hand darauf, um sich an Harry festzuhalten. Das Keuchen unterdrückte er jedoch, das war zu viel des Guten.
„Willst du ihn anfassen?“
Harry hob eine Augenbraue, wagte es jedoch nicht in die silber-leuchtenden Augen zu blicken, stattdessen widmete er Dracos Hand auf seinem Bein seine gesamte Aufmerksamkeit. „Ist das dein Ernst?“
Harrys Wangen brannten alleine beim Gedanken daran. Er hatte zu oft darüber nachgedacht, wie sich Dracos Fischschwanz wohl anfühlen würde, wie die schimmernden Schuppen auf seine Berührung reagieren würden, doch er wäre niemals auf die Idee gekommen sein Interesse laut auszusprechen. Es fühlte sich zu intim an, fast schon verboten.
„Nein, ich habe es angeboten, weil ich eher sterben würde, als mich von dir anfassen zu lassen“, gab Draco zurück und krallte seine scharfen Nägel, wohl eher Klauen, fester in Harrys Hosenbein. „Potter, sei nicht dumm!“
„Ich bin nicht dumm!“, protestierte Harry und blickte Draco herausfordernd ins Gesicht. „Ist nur merkwürdig“, fügte er etwas leiser noch hinzu.
„Wahnsinnig merkwürdig.“ Draco klang bitter, vielleicht auch verletzt, die beiden Emotionen gingen ohnehin Hand in Hand bei dem Slytherin.
Harry biss sich auf die Lippe, um ja nichts Falsches zu sagen. Er konnte jetzt ja schlecht gestehen, wie sehr er sich danach verzehrte Dracos Angebot anzunehmen. Dann könnte er nämlich gleich zugeben, dass Draco wahrscheinlich das Schönste war, was er je zu Gesicht bekommen hatte und das ging zu weit. Viel zu weit.
„Ich- Ich, ähm, würde es trotzdem gerne… Also, ähm… Ja.“ Harry Verstand knallte Harry gerade eine, während sich sein letztes bisschen Selbstrespekt in Luft auflöste. Gott, warum warum war er so unsicher? Es war Draco. Nur Draco.
Nun gut. Es war Draco in seiner Meerwesen-Form, die einerseits einem Raubtier Konkurrenz machen konnte und andererseits wirklich das Schönste war, was Harry je zu Gesicht bekommen hatte. Und dann war da noch die lebensbedrohliche Situation, in der sich Draco befand und, ach ja, Harrys Gefühle und Körper, die seinen Verstand einfach betrogen und so eindeutig auf den Blonden reagierten, dass es fast lächerlich war. Vielleicht war seine Unsicherheit doch nachvollziehbar.
„Dann komm.“ Dracos Stimme hatte kein Recht, wirklich überhaupt kein Recht, so verführerisch zu klingen. Doch Harry beschwerte sich nicht, ließ zu, dass Draco eine Hand um sein Handgelenk legte und ihn dann fast schon sanft vom Beckenrand ins Wasser zog.
Den Blick auf Dracos Gesicht geheftet vergaß Harry zu bemerken, dass seine Klamotten nass wurden, vergaß sich darüber den Kopf zu zerbrechen, seit wann der Pool im Vertrauensschülerbad so tief war und vergaß sogar für einen kleinen Augenblick zu atmen. Doch er fing sich, kaum ließ Draco sein Handgelenk los. Heilige Scheiße, heilige Scheiße, heilige Scheiße!
Ein Lächeln zupfte an Dracos Lippen, bevor er sich nach hinten sinken ließ und untertauchte. Harrys Herz setzte einen Schlag aus. Ein blau-silberner Schatten geisterte dicht an seiner Hüfte vorbei und verschwand in Richtung Beckenmitte, wo das Wasser am tiefsten war. Nicht sicher, was genau er jetzt machen sollte, starrte Harry einige Sekunden nur perplex dem Schatten nach, doch dann besann er sich eines Besseren und holte tief Luft.
Es war einfach durch das Wasser zu gleiten, am Beckenboden entlang zu tauchen. Die einnehmende Stille und Wärme verschlangen ihn, doch seine gesamte Aufmerksamkeit galt dem Leuchten. Dracos Leuchten. Draco.
Draco bewegte sich wie selbstverständlich unter Wasser, er wirkte entspannt, als wäre die Ruhe hier das beste Heilmittel für alles, was momentan schief lief. Und dann war da diese Eleganz. Die Eleganz, mit der er schon als Mensch gesegnet worden war, doch in dieser Form wurde sie förmlich greifbar.
Harrys Blick fiel auf den Fischschwanz, er war mittlerweile so nah, dass er ihn wahrscheinlich hätte berühren können, wenn er seine Hand ausgestreckt hätte, aber ein Ziehen in seiner Magengegend hielt ihn davon ab. Fuck, das fühlte sich wirklich zu intim an. Doch so langsam nahm die Neugierde Überhand.
Mit einem letzten Blick auf Draco, der ihn deutlich zu amüsiert beobachtete und mühelos auf einer Stelle im Wasser trieb, entschied sich Harry einem Gryffindor gerecht zu werden.
Mit ein paar gekonnten Brustzügen schwamm Harry um Draco herum, bis er hinter ihm innehielt. Dann streckte er seine Finger aus und berührte die vereinzelten Schuppen auf Dracos Schulterblättern. Das war nicht neu, das hatte er bereits gemacht, dennoch war es ebenso faszinierend wie beim ersten Mal. Das Leuchten unter seinen Fingern, das Kribbeln, was seinen gesamten Körper durchzog… wahrlich verdammt faszinierend.
Draco hatte seinen Kopf zur Seite geneigt und beobachtete Harry genau, bewegte sich jedoch nicht. Nein, er ließ die Berührung einfach zu. Ließ zu, dass Harrys Finger immer tiefer glitten, seinen Rücken entlang, hinab zu seiner Taille und dann rechts und links zu seiner Hüfte, wo kaum noch Haut zwischen all den Schuppen zu finden war.
Harry hielt inne. Das war alles ein bisschen viel und eigentlich würde er gerne tief Luft holen, doch dann spürte er, wie Draco seine eigenen Hände auf Harrys legte und vergaß, dass er eigentlich gerade in Panik ausbrechen sollte.
Geleitet von Dracos Händen glitten seine Finger federleicht weiter hinab, die bläulichen Schuppen entlang, die sich unter der Berührung Silber färbten. Der Fischschwanz fühlte sich kraftvoll an, wie Schlangenleder, aber besser. Irgendwie glatt, aber auch seidig und weich. Harry wurde das Gefühl nicht los, dass, was auch immer ihm gerade passierte, völlig unbeschreiblich war und die Erkenntnis machte seine Gedanken wirr.
Alles war plötzlich wirr. Alles wurde neblig, das Gefühl von Schwindel überkam ihn. Die Stille des Wassers wurde erdrückend, Harrys Brust begann zu Schmerzen. Dunkelheit überwältigte ihn. Und dann spürte er Finger die nach seinem Handgelenk griffen und kaum ein Moment später tauchte Harry japsend aus dem Wasser auf.
„Bei Salazar, Potter! Atmen nicht vergessen!“
Und Atmen tat Harry. Sehr hektisch und unkontrolliert, weil er die Notwendigkeit von Sauerstoff wahrhaftig vergessen hatte und seine Lunge einiges nachzuholen hatte.
„Wie kann man nur so-?“
„Halt die Klappe, Malfoy! Ich-“, unterbrach Harry den Slytherin, der Harry spöttisch musterte und garantiert etwas über dessen selbstmörderische Züge zu sagen hatte.
„Ich-“, setzte Harry erneut an, doch wurde von seinem zu schnellen Atem aufgehalten, also griff Harry stattdessen geradewegs nach Dracos Schulter, um sich daran festzuhalten. Draco hob lediglich eine Augenbraue, ihm schien das zusätzliche Gewicht nichts auszumachen. Natürlich machte es dem Bastard nichts aus.
„Du…?“, warf Draco hilfreich ein.
„Ich war abgelenkt!“ Von dir. Ich war abgelenkt von deiner verfluchten Schönheit. Harry konnte sich gerade so davon abhalten die Wahrheit in die Welt hinaus zu schreien.
„Schmeichelhaft, Potter. Ich wusste nicht, dass ich so atemberaubend bin!“ Dracos Lippen verzogen sich zu einem selbstzufriedenen Grinsen, das aussagte, dass er definitiv wusste, dass er absolut hinreißend war.
Harry verdrehte nur die Augen, er hatte endlich seinen Atem wieder unter Kontrolle und war eindeutig zu müde für Dracos Sticheleien. Eine Antwort wurde ihm ohnehin verwehrt, da sich Draco schon von seinem Griff löste und sich von ihm abwandte.
„Wer zuerst am Beckenrand ist, hat gewonnen!“
Harry stöhnte und beobachtete wie Draco unter der Wasseroberfläche verschwand. Fairness war ein Fremdwort für die kleine Meerjungfrau, doch irgendwie würde sich Harry wohl damit anfreunden können. Mit einem Seufzen machte sich Harry daran das Wettrennen zu verlieren.
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Babble Bubbles
I am surprised at the recent influx of followers and realize I need to cross post some of my older creations that have been exclusively hosted at The Plumb Bob Keep. I only have a few large mods, but I am particularly proud of them even if it took forever and a day to finish and share them.
I’ll start with my Default Replacement Speech Icons... I play a Historical Fantasy styled game, so hopefully some of you will find these to your taste.
Many moons ago, I stumbled onto the Icons page of the UESP- Elder Scrolls Online, and I knew our Sims were longing for new topics of interest and conversation. I give you...
Babble Bubbles - These are a mix of mostly ESO and other Elder Scrolls Game Icons, with some Sims Medieval, Sims 3, & a Handful of Random Clip Art thrown in to complete the topic chains.
Base Game Interests:
Animals - Horse, Bird, Fish, Rat, Bug
Crime - Stocks, Shackled Wrist, Lockpicks, Lock, Red Hand. Thieves may be "Caught Red Handed" or perhaps it's Blood.
Culture - These are straight out of TES and might not jive with everyone, but we have:
Falkreath, Bruma, Morthal, Stormcloaks, Riften [edited].
But they could be:
Pagans, Romans, Celts, Vikings, Britons.
Entertainment - Masquerade Mask, Maypole, Lute, Fanfare Trumpet, Stein.
Environment - Firefly/Lightning Bug, Leaf, Log, Pig, Flower.
Fashion - Cloak, Vest, Sash, Parasol, Fashion Comb.
Food - Wine, Cabbage/Lettuce, Pot Pie, Fish, Bread.
Because there are so many different food related topics (FT & AL), I wanted this topic to reflect everyday/common foods.
Health - Tooth, Toe/Thumb, Herbs, Guts, Skull.
Money - Jewel, Coins, Hands Giving/Receiving Coin, Coin Sack, Gold Bars.
Politics - The Royal Scepter, Silver Crown, Chalice/Grail, Broken Crown, Golden Crown.
My idea behind the Broken Crown was to signify a Corrupt or Dead Monarch, great for Stories, yes?
Paranormal - Crystal Ball, Ghostly Face, Mystical Star, Magic Stone, Lighting Orb.
School - This topic comes in two flavors: Education or Religion, files are labeled for easy deletion of one or the other.
Scroll, Paper, Brain Silhouette, Abacus, Open Book.
Incense Scensor, Mausoleum, Shaman's Tool, Sacred Tablet, Praying Statue.
Sci-Fi - Werewolf, Fae Woman, Elf Woman, Banshee, Orc/Ogre.
Sports - Blue Flag, Gold Star, Broken Shield, Winner's Tokens, Green Flag.
Because there are so many different sports related topics (FT & AL), I wanted this topic to reflect tournaments or competitions. The 2 flags, one for either "team", the Gold Star signifying a winner, the Broken Shield depicting the looser, and the Tokens representing bets placed.
Toys - Noisemaker Drum, Wooden Horse, Blocks, Teddy Bear, Doll.
Travel - Sextant, Compass, Map, Spyglass, Lantern.
Weather - Sunny, Partly Cloudy, Wind, Rain, Snow.
Work - Inn/Tavern Keeper, Fisherman, Craftsman, Hunter/Skinner/Tanner, Farmer.
Misc. -
Pet Interests:
Basic - Leaf, Dog, Cat, Pig, Collar.
Food - Raw Meat, Cooked Fish, Sausages, Cooked Rabbit Leg, Raw Fish.
Hunger - Fish Tail [Cat], Bones [Dog].
Outside - Flower, Partly Cloudy, Tree, Log, Rock.
Playtime - Feather, Lizard, Rat, Balls, Stick.
Scary Things - Claw, Cage, Thunder, Fire, Parasite.
Sleep - Blanket, Rug, Bed, Bed 2, Pillow.
Free Time Interests:
Arts & Crafts - Paint Palate, Woven Fabric, Clay Vase, Thread Spool, Embroidery Thread & Needle.
Cuisine - Empty Pot, Soup Bowl, Spoon Of Spice, Crock, Pan
For the second food related topic, I used icons leaning more toward the cooking aspect.
Film & Literature - Wax Seal, Envelope, Letter, Inkwell, Book.
Since my game is pre-electricity aspects of film haven’t been included.
Fitness - Fresh Air, Citrus [Vitamin C], Soap, Radish [Veggies], Moon & Star Icon [Spirituality]
I went with the idea of Health and Well Being for this topic.
Games - Fox & Geese, Dice, Chess, Horseshoe, Tafl.
Music & Dance - Lute, Dancing Lady, Instruments, Dancing Lady 2, Skyrim Lute.
I’ve never been completely satisfied with this one, I might revisit in the near future.
Nature - Beat, Carrot, Grapes, Leak, Berries.
This Hobby led me to think more in the direction of Farming or Gathering.
Science - Jar Of Powder, Alchemist's Stone, Potion, Ambelic, Vial.
Sports - Sword & Shield, Mace, Yellow Flag, Bow, Dagger.
This is the second Sports Topic for our Sims; I went with a combat training idea here.
Tinkering - Blacksmith Tools, Carpentry Tools, Architect Tools, Farming Tools, Sculpting Tools.
I went with a combo of different craft skills with this hobby.
Apartment Life Stories:
Art Story - Bohemians; Black Salt, Vine, Rune Stone, Teeth Talisman, Magic Potion
Computer Story - Techie/Wizards/Witches; Varla Stone, Golden Magic Rune, Mystical Spell Paper, Dwemer Puzzle Piece, Storm Stone.
Fame Story - Socialites/Nobles; Fine Furnishing, Luxury Items, Medal Of Honor, Rise In Status, Money Chest.
Mechanic Story - Gearheads/Smithys. I couldn’t get away from Dwemer tech on this on; Dwemer Gears.
Sports Story - Jock/Knights. What else is Sporting in Ye Olde Times and likely to spark a story? Hunting! Tack, Bow & Quiver, Mounted Deer Head, Horse, Hunting Horn.
Freetime Book Plots:
Children’s Book: Fae Ear, Magic Lamp, Knight Statue, Bantam Guar [Dragon-ish Creature - ESO].
Cook Book: Pan, Chopped Meat, Salt Bowl, Cut Onion.
Drama Book: Pretty Mask, Hero's Helm, Bloody Dagger, Scary Mask.
Mystery Book: Candlestick, Dagger, Bloody Hand, Potion Bottle.
Romance Book: Fancy Mask, Lock Of Hair, Hourglass, Wedding Rings.
Sci-Fi Book: Magic Orb, Monster Hand, Wizard, Storm Atronach [Rock Golem].
Custom Novel Icons:
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The passage might be a bit too long, but... The part of MK-END from ""Kyle and I are both…” Maria casts around for the word. “We’re doing our best to…” (Stabilize?)" up until "(You made the right choice, you know. We did.) Maria searches her brother’s green eyes and finds pride in them along with overwhelming concern. I hope so."
Whew. Ok! Let’s see...
“Kyle and I are both…” Maria casts around for the word. “We’re doing our best to…”
(Stabilize?)
I’ll square with you, I’m pretty sure I had Maria forget the word ‘stabilize’ because I couldn’t think of the word myself when I was first writing the dialogue, and by the time I figured it out I decided to add that as an in-joke with myself.
The rest of the dialogue in that section honestly didn’t have much thought to it – just working out the details of getting everyone out of the Testing Facility. And splitting them up so I didn’t have to focus on like ten characters at once—
“So. You’re Maria, huh?”
The thing is, most of Maria’s time following these people around has been overridden with stress. With trying to keep them all alive, or following them to every eventuality in a desperate gambit to learn more. So she’s never seen Phi’s piercing gaze locked on her and only her, has never had the extra capacity in her mind to process it. Not until this very moment.
This passage is the first time Maria and Phi get to talk to each other, and since one of the requested prompts was Phi/Maria, I tried to add in little details that would sort of, I dunno, build an atmosphere of attraction?
Oh no, she’s hot.
There is immediate protest from her ghostly roommate.
(That’s my sister!)
Maria purses her lips.
Dude, you didn’t even know she was your sister until I told you.
And then, of course, when you’re doing that and one half of your budding ship is sharing a body with the other half’s sort-of-sister… Well… Uh… You kinda have to address it. And if you’re doing that, you might as well make it funny!
Plus some dorky fumbling on Maria’s part. Well, who can blame her, she’s been a spectator for so long, she doesn’t know how to talk to girls.
The two of them end up reaching for the same cupboard door and their hands brush. Maria jolts her hand back, embarrassed. Inside is a case of bottled water. Together, they haul it out and set it on the bar.
The dorky hand brush thing is down to a ham-fisted attempt to build romantic tension – I was definitely thinking about Lady and the Tramp there, by the way, lol
“So… It really was you that whole time,” he says. “Guiding my hand.”
For a moment she doesn’t understand what he means. She’s never met Dr. Klim, only his22-year-old counterpart. Except…
“Of course… Kyle said the AB Game was a closed loop, until I entered the equation. Which makes you the ‘young Sigma’ I was following that whole time.”
This bit was just self-indulgent, honestly, because the “ZTD Sigma is VLR Sigma” thing is a headcanon of mine, and I like talking about/puzzling through time travel.
Which just so happens to be the precise moment that Maria’s overtaxed legs give out.
“Whoa…! Hold on, we’ve got you.”
Sigma is steadying her from the front, his hands cupped beneath her elbows to keep her from pitching forward. But there’s also a pair of arms looped around her ribs,holding her steady from behind.
I kept a pretty firm focus on Maria’s body as I was writing, about how much it might be able to take – since she’s been in a coma for so long, and she and Kyle have been under a lot of stress, at some point she had to kind of crash. And while Phi catching her was another detail to try and build up the Phi/Maria in the fic, I really wanted Sigma to catch her too because Maria being ? means she and Sigma are linked and I liked emphasizing that. She kind of helped him through VLR, like he says, she guided his hand, and so in return, he can help her here.
If they’d just gone through with Brother—with Delta’s scheme, Carlos wouldn’t be hurt. Gab would be alive. But…
(You made the right choice, you know. We did.)
Maria searches her brother’s green eyes and finds pride in them along with overwhelming concern.
This ending part is just about Maria’s insecurities. I firmly believe in the fic’s canon that Maria did the right thing, and she believes it too, but Delta’s a manipulator and it’s hard for her to dismiss him out of hand. There were costs to saving the timeline they were in instead of choosing another, but that’s what makes Maria and Kyle so different from chessmasters like Delta and Akane – they’re choosing to do the best with the timeline they’re in, choosing to see the people in that timeline as real and whole instead of as expendable or as imperfect versions of the desired outcome. They’re just kids that want to save their families. And I wanted that belief to be rewarded, which is why both Kyle and Carlos find ways to reassure Maria about her choice.
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In 1970 Cindy & Bert (married at that time), actually known for successful light German pop music (”Schlager”), performed a version of “Paranoid” by Black Sabbath as a tribute to Arthur Conan Doyles’ famous creation.
“Nebel zieht in dichten Schwaden
übers Moor von Forrest Hill.
Grün-gespenstisch grinst ein Irrlicht.
Es ist Nacht in Baskerville.
Wer verbreitet Angst und Schrecken,
Wer vernichtet was er will?
Jeder sucht sich zu verstecken
Vor dem Hund von Baskerville.
Wen er anfällt,
Dieser Hund von Baskerville, oh yeah,
Hat verloren
In dem Kampf um Baskerville, oh, yeah.
Und es traut sich keine Seele
In das dunkle Moor hinein,
Jeder zittert um sein Leben,
Wer wird wohl der Nächste sein?
Heut ist die Mission beendet,
Die sein irrer Herr ihm gab,
Lautlos, wie er einst gekommen,
Schleicht er sich ins Moor hinab.
Nebel zieht in dichten Schwaden
übers Moor von Forrest Hill.
Und verbirgt des Rätsels Frage
Um den Hund von Baskerville.”
"Fog draws in dense swaths
over the moor of Forrest Hill.
A will-o'-the-wisp grins green and ghostly,
It's night in Baskerville.
Who spreads fear and terror,
who destroys whatever he wants?
Everbody tries to hide
from the Hound of the Baskervilles.
Whoever is attacked
by that Hound of the Baskervilles, oh yeah,
has lost
the struggle for Baskerville, oh, yeah.
And there's not a single soul
that dares to enter that dark moor.
Everyone fears for his life,
who will be the next one?
Today the mission is completed,
his insane master gave him.
Silently, as he once had come,
he sneaks back down into the moor.
Fog draws in dense swaths
over the moor of Forrest Hill
and hides the riddle's questions
of the Hound of the Baskervilles."
#Der Hund von Baskerville#the hound of the baskervilles#cindy und bert#pop music#paranoid black sabbath#german cover version#amusing
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Secret beach cove in Bermuda.
"The moon follows the sun like a French translation of a Russian novel." --Wallace Stevens
An Occasional Man.
Edo egg, geode.
A torrent of lights, blinds slit
as i pace the room
not enough that time is sped
i must leave something altered.
Dog with a Bicycle.
"Apostrophe catastrophes; evolution & Diana. I lop ill agonism, urge of Edward's. Mures & pop--none. Smetana--I? Latitude along a cadet animal. & stops, knits, Avallon kat, Ipoh soma & severe Wolf, a yaw, Harris. O, O.K. Oklahoma lad: laws, Odessa, Flahaut, namely Ebert, nectar, Aramaism, a matey & O cap worn. O worst cad Ero, Tom, Oedipal wed agnates. O! minae, Nifo, Evita (Gen.), Laro month, guan eras, no it. Cafe Lam lived. Nas deed. Simla. Gellis, Dr. Awkward, & deer gas. Id, Mabel E. Bam. O gab! Mulish P. Muir, Tamar, Oenone romps, ahaniger always, Bob & one film. Sin--a gap? Oenomel, ogaks.
I ram a tenable Bratslav & I am mum re. Cape Matapan..." --Dr Awkward & Olson in Oslo
The Ghostly Bride.
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Roleplay Server Log #311
“Gathering Brines and Pastas, Parthanax, Lord of Wolves”
[Grinny] Is sulking about the house-
[Sammn] - comes stomping up a flight of stairs, once again lost in Doc's castle - This place is a damn maze...
[Grinny] Snickers a little at Sammn's frustration-
[Sammn} I'm about to give up and go get obsidian and make my own... - growls and stomps off in the wrong direction -
[Grinny] - Wrong way~
[Sammn] - head snaps in the direction of the voice - Really?
[Grinny] - Well, I could be lying~
[Sammn] - growls louder - Am I or am I not? I'm NOT in the mood for more games.
[Grinny] - Why do you even need that stuff?
[Sammn] Cause I want to ENCHANT things.... kinda obvious, considering the name. - walks closer to Grinny -
[Grinny] - You never stated what you wanted to make- He's lazily laying on a step
[Sammn] - stops as she spots the cat. Slowly she draws both of her knives. - These...
[Grinny] - These what?- He starts standing, moving into a stretch
[Sammn] - lightening quick, flicks one to embed it into the step below Grinny - My knives.
[Grinny] Sarcastically- Oh yes, I'm so scared of a knife
[Sammn] - smiles and whispers "Ianuae Magicae" disappearing in a puff of purple sparkles, to appear on the step above Grinny, leaning down over them. - Knives are only tools, one should never be afraid of one's tools.
[Grinny] Starts walking up the steps- Oh I know that very well, as do all the members of the household
[Sammn] - reaches down to yank her knife free, frowning at the now slightly dinged tip - Then one should understand why one always wants the most efficient form of their tools. Or to make sure, they don't break at the worst possible moment.
[Grinny] - No, I do not, because my tools are attached to me- He flexes his claws
[Sammn] - shrugs and walks back down the stairs - Then be lucky, not everyone can be so gifted. Even magic has its limits and runs out.
[Grinny] - You're still going the wrong way
[Sammn] - sighes - Fine. Would you be willing to atleast point me in a more correct route or are you gonna continue to watch me flounder?
[Grinny] - I don't know, it is entertaining to watch your frustration
{Sammn] - sighs again and turn, stomping up the stairs, stepping over Grinny -
[Grinny] Takes a large leap and lands on Sammn's shoulder-
[Sammn] - looks at the cat, shakes her head and starts forward - Do you prefer to be called Cat or do you have a name?
[Grinny] - Grinny, and your name, you slightly less annoying than other human?
[Sammn] Sammn, and a pleasure to entertain you, Grinny. - Comes to a place with multiple routes and looks each way -
[Grinny] His ears twitch a little- Somebody is coming...
[Sammn] - draws off to the side, tipping her head to listen -
[Deer] Comes rushing in, gathering anything Endrea might need for Yaunfen- Oh! Sammn! hello
[Sammn] - watches - Ello, you in a rush?
[Deer] - Yes, there's a bit of an emergency right now
[Sammn] Anything you might need assistance with?
[Deer] - Yes actually, Harvestman, CP's NOTCH? He's attacked again... He... He deleted an entire seed
[Sammn] - frowns, gently lifting Grinny off her shoulder and placing on the ground - Not sure who or WHAT a Harvestman is, but I can take it they are a problem if you are this frantic. If I can help any, I offer my assistance.
[Deer] - We're having everyone gather in the garden, go get anything you may need
[Sammn] - Enchantment table, where is one and then I'll be ready.
[Deer] - There's one in the library upstairs
[Sammn] - nods and dashes off -
[Deer] Goes back to her own errand-
[Grinny] Yawns and lays in the middle of the floor to be as in the way as possible-
[Sammn] - slides into the room and spies the noticeable table. Jogging over, she slams down one of her knives, gabs ahold of the book and wrenches it open, scanning the pages as they flip by. It takes a few to find the few she wants, but when after she does, she shifts her gaze to the knife - Obedire meum praeceptum, secundum magnam misericordiam tuam Ignis, Unbreak et pulso - the blade flashes and starts the telltale glow. She repeats the method with the other knife - Obedire meum praeceptum, secundum magnam misericordiam tuam Percutiet, Unbreak - Once both are glowing, she heads outside.
[Doc] Slides down into the cage and out into TLOTs seed with only a ripple in reality. Xe tries to tp Traveler to hir and starts in irritation as it fails. With a long sigh Xe drops to the ground and breaks into the admin settings out of reflex before trying to focus hir pinpoint instead. The signature is fuzzy and going in and out of phase but present. So they set out into the wilderness, following the thin and ghostly trail of coding scraps.
-Le little bit of time passes-
[Doc] picks up a second track that's following Traveler as well and notes the extra prints with concern
[CP] Is carrying Lie into the savannah to retrieve BEN from Gem's place-
[BEN] Is trying to feed Hyrule- Come on, just eat the peas...
[Hyrule] Splatters the peas back-
[aven] -giggles at how cute the sight is-
[CP] Lands and puts Lie down-
[Lie] Goes and knocks on the door-
[gem] -opens the door- hey guys
[CP] - We need to talk to BEN
[gem] are you going to just fly up to the tree house or do you want to walk though?
[CP] - I'll fly up- He immediately takes off and lands outside the treehouse- BEN!
[Gem] -steps aside in case lie wants to follow him up-
[Lie] Is a bit distracted by her thoughts-
[BEN] - What!?
[CP] - Feel like murdering?
[Gem] you okay lie?
[Aven] what are you up to cp that involves killing?
[Lie] - No, Harvestman... He deleted a seed
[CP] - My NOTCH
[BEN] Stands up and wipes himself clear of baby food-
[Gem] Oh god! I think I will just stay here if your going to fight him to help when people get back.
[BEN] - Lemme guess, you want me as a distance fighter?
[CP] - Yeah, plus that other unique ability of yours
[Aven] if you are going to fight promise me you will come home safe BEN.
[BEN] - I'll do my best to, besides, somebody has to keep Hyrule out of the water
[Aven] you will still have to except that one day he will swim later in life -kisses BEN cheek-
[BEN] Heads outside to CP, a dark grin spreading across his face- It's been far to long since we've done any murdering
[CP] - This one will be satisfying, but remember, it's my kill
[BEN] - Yeah yeah, I know- The two then fly back down to where Lie is
[Gem] just be careful all of you
[Lie] - We'll try to be
[CP] - BEN, we'll meet you by the castle
[BEN] - Alright, just make sure you're ready, okay?
[CP] - I know
[Lie] Once BEN is gone she turns towards CP- Give me your locket
[CP] - Why?
[Lie] - I'm going to hide both of them somewhere in case anything happens. We don't want him getting a hold of our hearts
[CP] Pulls the locket with Lie's heart out of his pocket and passes it over to his wife-
[Lie] Smiles- I'll meet up with you at Stevie's
[CP] - Alright- He then takes off to find Jewel
[CP] Heads for the hill that Jewel has turned into a home-
[Jewel] -is in underground farm gathering crops-
[CP] - Jewel! You here?
[Jewel] cp?
[CP] - No shit
[Jewel] -comes up the farm- what do you need?
[CP] - Feel like going out to murder?
[Jewel] who are we killing because i'm game?
[CP] - My NOTCH
[Jewel] then lets get going where is that dead man
[CP] - We're still gathering people, but I should warn you, this ones a monster, worse than us. He can completely erase you. If he manages to even nick something of yours? Get rid of it before the deletion code can spread to you
[jewel] right I will have to be careful then since if I lose my ax-mace I will have to rely on my own powers
[CP] - Everyone is meeting up by the castle, go on and head there
[Jewel] understood -Grabs her horse and starts to head to the castle-
[CP] Starts walking towards his brother's place-
- the sounds of a fight can be heard near by, the heavy thunk of wooden weapons punctuated by shouts and exclamaions. Zly Wilk and Lazur can be seen in a nearby field, sparring with a pair of wooden staffs -
[CP] Approaches them and watches briefly-
[Zly Wilk] - is on the defensive, parrying the various jabs and swings and trying to get an opening to strike.
[Lazur] - has a wicked grin on her face as she tries to push her current advantage. She forces Zly back before artfully dodging a jab and bringing the staff down to pin her opponent's weapon.she spins around and connects with an elbow to Zly's chest
[Zly Wilk] Oof! - he quickly hooks his arm through hers and flips her off balance. As she lands he spins around and brings the staff down, stopping inches from her throat. - Yield?
[CP] - How about something more challenging?
[Zly Wilk] whips his head around toward the sound of the voice.
[Lazur] - looks at CP upside down from her position on the ground. -What did you have in mind?
[Zly Wilk] -offers a hand to help her up-
[CP] - My NOTCH, he's managed to delete an entire seed, we can't leave him to run free anymore
[Zly Wilk] ....my gods.... That shouldn't be possible. Yes of course.
[Lazur] Whatever you need, CP. We can do both ranged and close combat.
[CP] - Everyone is gathering by Doc's place if you want to head over there
[Zly Wilk] We'll be there. Have you had any luck figuring out how he's doing it? If his weapon is similar to our ability to delete programs, Lazur and I may be a bit more resistant to his attacks... Even immune, although i don't know for sure.
[CP] - All I know is that it's a sword
[Zly Wilk] hmmm. Ok. We'll work on some ideas that might help and we will see everyone at the castle. That bastard is going down one way or the other.
[CP] - He better, now, I'm going to retrieve my brother
[Lazur] - watches CP leave and grins at Zly and punches him playfully on the arm - So much for a quiet retirement, old man.
[Zly Wilk] - smiles ruefully - No rest for the wicked, my friend. We have work to do.
[Buff] Comes in from outside, he's shirtless with a towel around his neck and whistling merrily.
[Grinny] Is still laying in the middle of the floor-
[Buff] Well hello there little kitty! That's a nice little sweater. Are you Steve's cat? - pats Grinny on the head-
[Grinny] Bites-
[Buff] yow. That's not very nice. -he wags a huge finger- Naughty kitties don't get treats.
[Grinny] - Fuck off!
[Buff] Oh! A talking cat! That's pretty neat!
[Grinny] - Go away
[Buff] Are you sure? I give pretty good ear scritches.
[Grinny] Growls-
[Buff] Rustles around in his inventory- Look what I have. I bet you might want some of this. - He's obviously been drying beef over lava. It's a large chunk of jerky-
[Grinny] Huffs and turns away-
[Buff] Sets the piece down near him, it's not seasoned and smells pretty good for being dry-
[Grinny] Swats it away-
[Buff] Aw you're so touchy. Why so mean?
[Grinny] - None of your damn business
[Buff] You sure you don't want to talk about it? I'd be interested to hear what a smart cat like you has to say.
[Grinny] - I don't give a damn what you think- He stands and stretches
[Buff] Reaches down and gives the cat maximun scritches on both sides, even on the ears.
[Grinny] Immediately goes into attack mode- DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!
[Buff] Pulls back with a bunch of little scratches and bites. - You're a tough little fighter! Who are you anyway? I'm Buff. The Doctor's NOTCH.
[Grinny] - A creepy pasta
[Buff] Well that explains the vigor! Creepypastas are excellent fighters. At least the ones I've met.
[Grinny] Groans and starts walking off-
[Buff] What? I'm just being friendly! I love animals.
[Grinny] - Then go be friendly with the dumb glowy eyed cat
[Buff] I have been. Lh is a great cat.
[Grinny] - It's annoying
[Buff] Hey you sound like Cp! Is annoying also your code word for friend?
[Grinny] - No, I mean it!
[Buff] Smiles even bigger - suuuure you do.
[Grinny] Makes a disgusted sound and goes off-
[Notch] Is pacing around in Doc's yard on his phone- no I'm not crazy! It's the least I can do!
[Notch] This thing is a menace and if it can delete seeds it's gone way beyond anything the Herobrines have done to disrupt the game itself!
[Notch] Because they're my kids Jeb. My friends, and... family. They're walking into this knowing that some of them might not come back.
[Notch] Pauses- you really think so? I mean... I guess it's worth a shot... We have to find him before we can do anything anyway... - he closes the phone and sighs. Then calls out for BEN, having seen him a bit earlier.
[BEN] - What?
[Notch] BEN I need your help with something... But I think it will appeal to you
[BEN] - What is it?
[Notch] ... Play a video game with me. There's a copy of your console in your old room in the castle
[BEN] - Really? You wanna do that now?
[Notch] Yeah. I need you to let me in, there's something I need to learn before we go to this battle. I think it will help
[BEN] - Okay... Let's go then
[Notch] leads him inside and starts setting up the game- Skyrim pops up on the tv and the epic music rings around the small space. - I've heard you know this game pretty well. Is that true?
[BEN] - Yeah, I know most games pretty well, what about it?
[Notch] please let me in. I'd like you to come with me too, if you don't mind
[BEN] - Okay...- He creates an opening and motions Notch through before following him
[Notch] Pulls out an iron sword and follows
[BEN] As they step in their resolution increases. BEN had pulled them into Whiterun, the central hub of Skyrim and a safe spot- So what is it you want to do?
[Notch] looks around at everything and himself at the higher resolution before fixing on BEN again - I need you to get me to the first shout
[BEN] - That involves killing a dragon... And that's just for the first part of the shout
[Notch] I'd rather try bargaining then killing, but it's for my family. Lead on.
[BEN] - Well, first we have to get you the word of power, and that's in Bleakfalls Barrough... I should be able to teleport you to it though so you don't have to go through all the fighting before hand
[Notch] Okay. That's really helpful.
[BEN] - Wait! Maybe there is a way for you to bargain!
[Notch] I'm in creative. Can I bribe the dragon with gems or something?
[BEN] - No, but there is one in game that helps the player
[Notch] That sounds much less heartbreaking. thank you
[BEN] Grabs Notch and teleports them. They end up in the snow, high enough that the air is noticeably thinner. There's a roar from above and behind them is a curved wall-
[Notch] Any hints as to what I should offer? Or just go say hello?
-There's a loud thud as a massive white and gray dragon lands in the snow, throwing a flurry into the air. The name which appears when the dragon is looked at is Parthanax-
[Parthanax] - Who, are you?
[Notch] I am... I am Notch! Uh... Brave adventurer!
[Parthanax] - Are you Dohvakhin?
[Notch] Racks his brain for a moment remembering what that actually means- um.. Yes! Well I got a blood transfusion from someone who's a dragon most of the time and two people who've raised baby dragons. I'm a frequent small dragon babysitter too!
[Parthanax] Growls a little- Are you Dohvakhin or not?
[Notch] Stands up a little straighter in a bit of panic- yes! Sir!
[Parthanax] His eyes narrow a little- I sense power, but you know no Thu'um's yet
[Notch] But I do have a voice of command!
[Parthanax] - I see- The dragon turns towards the curved wall and gives a burst of energy towards it. Some of the letters begin glowing on the wall- Step closer Dohvakhin, and hear this word of power
[Notch] Scoots over to look at it.
-There's a surge of power as Notch's vision tunnels and all he can see are the glowing words. After a few moments the power fades-
[Parthanax] - Now you have learned the first word of power. Normally you would have to absorb a dragons soul to gain the knowledge on how to use it but I will provide you with the knowledge if you step closer
[Notch] Whew... that's good. I think I'd feel pretty lousy if I did that to a dragon. - He walks over by the dragon and gets a good look at him.
[Parthanax] He concentrates and there's a flow of knowledge between the two-
[Notch] Listens and watches intensely, not wanting to miss anything.
[Parthanax] - Now try your new Thu'um, Fus, on me. Worry not, you will not harm me
[Notch] Fus? Okay... if you're sure. - he takes a deep breath and shouts the word loudly-
-The force of the word causes Parthanax to move back a little-
[Parthanax] - Good! Your mastery of the word is impressive
[Notch] Is bouncing on his heels a bit. - Good! I'm gonna need it.
[Parthanax] - Return here if you ever need more lessons
[Notch] Does a deep bow for the huge dragon- Thank you.
[Parthanax] Moves towards a small ledge covered in soft snow to lay on-
[Notch] Is there anything.... I could do for you?
[Parthanax] - No, I am content where I am in teaching the Graybeards
[Notch] Oh... - he looks down for a moment. - Wait... there is one thing... this is kind of a sad game to be a dragon in. I bet I could make you smile.
[Parthanax] - What is it?
[Notch] Fusses around in his pockets for a moment and pulls out a piece of paper with a screen shot attached to it. He moves closer so the dragon can see it as he holds it up. - It's my adopted granddaughter and her kids. - The shot is him standing with Ashe, Oak and Willow all in their natural dragon shapes, Endrea is in the shot too, but only as two massive front paws and a bit of chest behind them.
[Parthanax] - It has been a long time since I've seen young dragons. Alduin and I were the last until he began resurrecting them
[Notch] Oh! we've got tons on our seed. Lots of little ones and even different types. Crim has six legs, Celine is mostly wing like you, Gk has pig hooves and wings made of tentacles, Pinwheel has viper venom, Yaunfen is all pastel and candy colors and Aqua is a massive sea serpent.
[Parthanax] - How interesting...
[BEN] - Uh, don't we have places to be?
[Notch] Just showing my thanks. What you've given will help me protect them all, and many others as well.
[Parthanax] - If you desire to learn more, my students, the Graybeards can help you
[Notch] I will. But before we go... I just thought of something I can grab that's close. If you'll indulge me.
[BEN] Groans a little but does follow-
-The sharp winds batter them as they climb a bit higher, having to climb up some slick rocks to the top of the mountain where an orihalchum vein with a pick embedded into it-
[Notch] There it is! - He works it loose from the vein and holds it where BEN can see it. - A little nod from one designer to the other. - The items name flashes briefly as he grabs it 'Notched pickaxe'
[BEN] - Oh joy, come on, let's go- He creates another opening
[Notch] Scoots through the hole- Thank you for helping me. I feel much better prepared now.
[BEN] - Whatever
[Notch] Follows BEN back to the waiting group
[Flux] Has arrived- Notch
[Notch] Yes Flux?
[Flux] - Are you sure about this?
[Deer] Comes out with anything Yaunfen might needs and drops it off with Endrea- There we go
[Notch] No. I think this is incredibly dangerous. But I also know that if Harverstman can delete seeds this one might not be safe anymore even though he's banned from it. Better to take the fight to him and finish it before he comes to us.
[Flux] - How do you plan on finding him?
[Notch] Well that was going to be my next question actually. NOTCHs can be tracked from the main computer. If you go to the office you can guide us from there.
[Flux] - Well I did find him last time...
[Deer] - I'll go with her
[Notch] I'll call and see who's still there. It was afternoon when I talked to Jeb earlier. - He takes out his phone and starts dialing. The a bit of ringing and Dofta picks up. He gives her a quick explanation.
[Dofta] Fangbo is here and so is Svit, but I'll get rid of him, just give me ten minutes or so. I'll give him some obvious busywork, that usually prompts him to sneak out early.
[Deer] Gives Yaunfen a kiss on the forehead before heading over to where Notch is- Alright, I'm ready. Will you let Doc know where I went?
[Notch] You can do it. I'm giving you my phone. You can call Doc with Harvestman's location and keep us updated.
[Deer] - Oh, alright- She takes the phone
[Flux] - Who will be letting us out?
[Notch] Looks around - BEN could maybe do it? Otherwise you'll have to wait for Cp.
[BEN] - Huh? Uh, sure
[Notch] That's probably been long enough.
[BEN] Shrugs and creates an opening- Go ahead ladies
[Flux] Is the first to go through with Deer following close behind-
-The atrium is on the other side and Dofta and Fangbo are waiting. The two women watch spellbound as the servers cross the barrier and morph into more ordinary human shapes.
[Dofta] I'll never get used to that...
[Flux] - Hello again
[Deer] Gives a wave-
[Fangbo] We want to help you guys, is there anything we can do besides just giving access?
[Flux] - Perhaps if we had another device for the server to run on, then Deer and I could make it so Harvestman can't leave
[Fangbo] Well.... I did just back up my laptop. Can you use that?
[Deer] - Yeah, that should work, but first Flux has to find the seed
[Fangbo] I'll go get it. Give me a sec- She heads towards her office.
[Dofta] Come this way please- She leads Deerheart and Flux into the main server room.
[Flux] Carefully runs her fingers along the server's once in the room-
[Deer] - Sorry I can't help you with this Flux
[Flux] - It's alright Deer, this is more my specialty
[Fangbo] Comes back with the laptop. - There's nothing on it I can't replace and it already has a copy of Minecraft for debugging tests.
[Flux] Closes her eyes and begins concentrating on finding Harvestman-
[Lie] Approaches her house in search of CN-
[CN] Is in his room slowly reading to Firebird-
[Firebird] -Listening intently to CN, content look on his face-
[Lie] Walks down the bridge and lightly knocks on CN's door-
[CN] - Huh? Come in
[Lie] Opens the door- Oh, Firebird, I didn't expect to see you here
[Firebird] Why wouldn’t you? -Amused expression-
[Lie] - Fair enough... CN, you're going to be staying with Buff for a bit while CP and I go do something...
[CN] - Where are you going?
[Lie] - Into a fight
[CN] - Why can't I stay with Firebird? Or go with you?
[Lie] - Well I was hoping Firebird would come with CP and I
[CN] Looks at Firebird- Firebird! You have to take me with you!
[Firebird] -Looks at Lie and squints a second before turning to CN- No, you can’t. I’m real sorry, but it’s too dangerous.
[CN] - But why!
[Lie] - CN, we're going against Harvestman
[CN] - No! But he deleted you before!
[Firebird] That’s why she’s getting help, CN.
[Lie] - Besides, I have a very important job for you CN- She pulls out the two lockets- I need you to keep these very safe, do you understand?
[CN] - What are they?
[Lie] - A piece of me and a piece of CP. If either one of us does get deleted, these pieces will let us come back
[CN] - ... Do I have to protect the big meanies?
[Firebird] Yes.
[CN] Grumbles-
[Lie] - Firebird? Would you mind taking CN to Buff? there's a re a few things I need to get still and I told CP I'd meet up with him at his brothers
[Firebird] Of course. Come on CN.
[CN] - But...
[Lie] - It's okay CN, one way or another, CP and I will come home
[CN] - But my job is to protect you
[Lie] - And you will be, by protecting that piece of me
[CN] Nods and goes over to Firebird-
[Firebird] You ready now?
[CN] - No... But I don't think I have a choice
-The pigman is staggering unsteadily through the woods, the thing around his neck is slowly consuming his mind and as the night falls and the mobs emerge. Some approach curiously and then shy away at the manic expression and unfamiliar form. He wanders into a colder biome and shivers in his meager loincloth. The wolves sniff the air and read the smell of pig and desperation as easy prey, following him quietly in the shadows. He enters a small clearing and the moonlight falls glistening on the exposed snow, the whole world seems hushed and then, they emerge.
The wolves rush from either side, slavering jaws dripping spittle as they lunge. He screams as one latches onto his arm, tearing flesh from bone. His hands dart out covered in darkness, grabbing them by the throats and choking them with all the strength of a madman. The wolves die quickly and he falls upon them with a sharpened flint tearing and cutting their warm pelts away and slinging them over bare and stinging flesh.
-The voice within is like the bubbling of slimy and stagnant water- I give you this small thing only to keep you alive. It is not a gift.
[Pigman] Gives a tormented groan and clutches his head. There's a wave that seems to ripple the nearby ground and the remaining wolves freeze and whimper in fear. They shiver in the snow as they rise up into the hind legs, their eyes bleeding to red.
- it will do. For now.
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positivity vibes
thanks to the lovely @phoebewritesatnight for spreading the positivity! xx
my five things are:
i’m very calm and level-headed
i’m good at adapting to new situations
i’m soft and have great sympathy for others
i have really good endurance which allows me to function even under stress
i am stubbornly committed to kindness
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Wolfstar Music Drabbles
Wolfstar Ficlet Challenge
2 is Better than 1 – Boys Like Girls
James looked at Sirius. Sirius attempted not to flinch. The wildness in his expression was nearly enough to make Sirius want to hide under the bed. That look never meant anything good.
“What.” Sirius said flatly.
“I have a new idea.” James said, his eyes wide and over bright. “What if I become a millionaire. Girls love millionaires right? It’ll work. I know it will. Quick—think of a cool invention padfoot!” James gabbed Sirius by the shoulders, shaking him.
“Oi! Hey! Prongs! Get off!”
A cough in the door caused them both to look up, James still shaking Sirius. Remus was staring at them with an eyebrow arched. “Why are we killing Sirius this time?”
“I’m not trying to kill him, I am trying to shake an entrepreneurial idea out of him.” James said calmly, despite the fact that his glasses were askew on his nose.
“What?” Remus blinked, looking even more confused.
“Save me.” Sirius moaned.
Even Now – William fitzsimmons
Lily pressed her fingers against the cold window, leaving a perfect image of her hand in the frost. Outside the grounds were white with snow. She sighed out long and slow.
“Usually I’m the one looking out windows and seeming tragic.”
Lily startled at the voice, turning her head to see Remus standing just behind her. He smiled, crooked and warm, before stepping up to look at the print of her hand. He pressed his own to the glass beside hers, pulling away. His was much bigger than hers, but just as delicate.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked, glancing at her. She didn’t meet his gaze.
“I feel so lost, Remus.” She whispered. “I just…I never thought I’d feel so helpless.”
Remus covered her hand with his, saying nothing.
Home – Daughtry
Sirius let out a whoop as the car came to a stop. He scrambled out into the fresh, crisp air of Devonshire. Despite it being so close to summer, the breeze was cool and heavily scented with the wildflowers that grew all around the Potter residence. He threw his hands in the air and let out a loud yell of excitement.
“Merlin’s beard, Pads.” James was laughing as he unfolded himself from the old Ford. “What on earth’s gotten into you?”
Sirius threw a bright, toothy grin at James over his shoulder, eyes sparkling. “We’re home!”
James stood there a moment, looking puzzled, before a smile came to fall across his own lips. “Yes we are.”
“Yes you are.” Mrs. Potter said as she too got out of the car, tugging her purse out from the floorboard. “And I hope you two are ready to help out around here.”
“Absolutely.” Sirius beamed.
The Beacon – A Fine Frenzy
Remus sat across from Sirius on the bed. He felt shy, his fingers tangled into a ball in his lap. He let his eyes come up slowly, only to find Sirius was in fact, still staring at him. He looked back down quickly, biting his lower lip.
Sirius reached out and touched the back of his hand, careful and slow. His fingers were rough from riding brooms and playing catch with the quaffle all fall. Remus spread his fingers out, his palm up. Sirius traced the lines there, as if reading his soul on the map of his skin.
Remus curled his fingers Around Sirius’.
Everything by Lifehouse
“Don’t touch me-“ Remus snapped, yanking away from James. Sirius lingered back, looking unsure.
“Remus-“ James tugged his hand back, not missing the wild gold glint of Remus’ eyes. He knew better than to push this Remus. Moonlight flickered through the windows of the commonroom, illuminating Remus’ face, making scars stand out like tears on ghostly white skin.
“How could you-“ Remus looked at Sirius. “You promised—you promised you wouldn’t tell-“
“I-“ Sirius’ voice caught in his throat.
“Remus, it wasn’t his fault…I sort of figured it out, and asked him-“ James watched the terror curl into Remus’ frame like a recoiling snake.
“You promised!” Remus tried to back up again but his foot caught the leg of a chair and he toppled over backwards. Sirius lurched forward, scrambling to help him up, but Remus shoved at him, trying to get him back.
“Don’t touch me! Don’t! Get away from me—” Remus’ voice caught on a sob.
Sirius said nothing as he clung to Remus, pulling him against his chest. Remus beat at his shoulders, kicking and yelling. James hung back, his fingers twisted into the fabric of his sweater.
Remus’ struggling stopped, and he gave into Sirius, slumping against his chest, sobbing. “No one was supposed to know—no one was—I don’t want to be alone—”
“You’ll never be alone.” Sirius said, his voice tight with emotion. “I’ll never leave you alone.”
Can’t take my eyes off you – lady anty
Lily didn’t miss the fact that James was blushing. His whole face was beat red and he looked like he might pass out. She couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped her as he gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
“What, can’t handle holding hands?” She asked, her tone was gentle teasing.
“No—I can—I just….” James fumbed for the right words. “I just, It’s just that….I always wanted to….You have beautiful fingers. I’m afraid of touching them wrong.” He mumbled, his face going closer to maroon.
It was Lily’s turn to blush. She’d never really seen any side of James outside of the brash, loud show he normally presented around the other students, and his friends. She never thought he would be so gentle. So….shy. It made her feel safe and beautiful. He made her feel treasured in a way she’d never expected.
“You won’t touch them wrong.” She whispered. “I trust you.”
my Sundown – Jimmy Eat World
James swung his legs back and forth , splashing water. This was how they always ended the summer, but this time was completely different.
“I guess is the last, last day of summer…isn’t it?” He asked, glancing at Sirius.
The other boy was looking out across the pond, his expression distant. Their usual end of summer antics had been somber compared to years past.
“Yeah…” Sirius said, his tone empty of any clues for James to understand better what might be going through his head.
They’d both changed over the summer. Sirius’ shoulders were a solid line of sturdy muscle. His shirt clung to him. His jaw was sharp, and his shaggy shoulder length hair was soft and silky. No trace of a greasy teenager left. James looked at his own reflection in the water in front of him.
He wondered if He looked as much like a stranger to Sirius as he did to himself.
He wondered if he would ever feel like a man, and not a boy trapped in a man’s body.
He wondered if Sirius felt the same way he did.
He decided not to ask.
The Moon Fell down – Chase Coy
Sirius wanted to hold Remus’ hand.
Sirius wanted to hold Remus’ hand to class, to breakfast, to lunch and dinner. He wanted to hold his hand at night when they were alone in the common room, and he wanted to Hold his hand while they fell asleep.
The trouble with this, was that then he’d have to tell Remus that he wanted to hold his hand. And that just wasn’t an option.
Even now, sitting in the library, with Remus across from him, he had that irresistible need to reach across the table and touch those fingers. He wanted to trace the scars on his forearm. He wanted to wipe the ink that was on the bridge of Remus’ nose, streaked up his cheek.
He wanted to hold Remus’ hand.
“Hey Remus?”
“Hmm?” Remus looked up.
“Can….can I borrow a quill?”
Still – Matt Nat
Lily breathed out, her oxygen supply a series of hiccups as James’ fingers smoothed up her skin. It was like he was tracing out constellations of sensation across her body. His lips brushed her neck, her shoulder, her chest. His palm cupped her hips. She slid her fingers up his shirt. Lean muscle, aftershave and spice filling her nose.
James kissed behind her ear, whispering her name, whispering secrets of what she did to his heart, telling her what she was to him.
Lily caught James’ lips in a kiss, undoing the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. James unclasped her bra with clumsy, shaking fingers.
She moved in time with him, their hands exploring every inch of exposed skin. When he placed a hand under her skirt she breathed out, and then caught his wrist. “Not yet.”
James pulled his hand back to cup her cheek and smiled. “Not yet. I love you.”
“I love you too.” She smiled.
Someday by Rob Thomas
James elbowed Peter as they all sat at the table. “Hey Pete, you gonna try out for the team?”
“What? Um…no. I wasn’t planning on it.” Peter looked at James with wide eyes. “Should I?”
“I mean if you want to. Sirius and I are going to!” James grinned.
“So that’s why Sirius was barfing this morning.” Remus rolled his eyes as he sat down at the table, laying a book open beside him.”
“I was not!” Sirius snapped, giving Remus a betrayed look. Remus shrugged.
“It’s okay to be nervous.” He said, still reading as he reached for a biscuit. His fingers missed the basket and Sirius sighed, plucking one and setting it in Remus’ searching fingers.
“I’m not nervous…I’m just….you know. Excited mixed with-“ Sirius made a vague hand gesture, and then caught Remus by the wrist as he nearly stuck his fingers in the butter looking for the bacon.
“We’re gonna do great.” James beamed. “It’s okay, I’m nervous too.”
“There’s just going to be a lot of people watching.” Sirius muttered. Remus looked up.
“I’ll be there.” He said simply.
Sirius’ shoulders relaxed. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Remus smiled. “You’ll do great.”
The Planets Bend Between us – Snow Patrol
All the little memories. All the moments. Every photograph.
Remus’ was a constellation of lost seconds, of breathless dreams.
Sirius took his hands in his and leaned in close, kissing him. The shimmer of light in Remus’ soul swelled to a brilliant sun.
Remus wasn’t sure where in the moments, where in the memories they had fallen in love. Now that the planets were aligned, it always seemed like they had been. There was no life before Sirius, no life without him going forward.
Remus’ fingers caught Sirius’ robes, tugging him close in the dying firelight. Their lips grazed, their noses touched, and Remus hummed as he caught Sirius in Another kiss.
There had never been anything so right in all his life than this moment.
“Remus…” Sirius pulled back, grey eyes wide.
Remus looked at the nervousness in Sirius’ expression and reached up to touch his lips.
“What took you so long?”
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