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razzle-zazzle · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 08: i've got soul, but i'm not a soldier

Outnumbered

2083 Words; Dion Sees Ghosts AU

TW for gore, dead bodies, discussions of death, implied death of a child

AO3 ver

Maybe Dion shouldn’t have wandered out this far.

He never intended to get very far out—he just needed some space for a couple hours. A quick walk out into the woods—that was all.

An hour ago, Dion had had the thought that maybe if he wandered far enough, he could find the Green Needle Gulch. It was just a small thought, a silly little notion of visiting his Nona that would probably never bear fruit—he’d heard Raz talking about how the forest had weird fo—psychic stuff in it to keep the Gulch hidden. Dion wasn’t going to wander deep enough to get lost, let alone find the Gulch.

Well, he had certainly planned on not getting lost. He’d barely gone into the trees at all! How was he unable to retrace his steps?

And yet, despite all of his plans to keep the treeline in view, he was utterly, completely, lost. The treeline was nowhere in sight—just more trees everywhere he looked.

“Ugh, screw this.” Dion muttered, grabbing onto the nearest tree. He hauled himself up, the bark rough under his palms, until he could see the sky again. A quick look and—there! Dion could see the rock face with the waterrise. It wasn’t as far as he’d feared.

He climbed back down, and headed off in the rough direction of home. “I’ll be back by sundown.”

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Dion was not back by sundown.

He wasn’t back home at all, actually. He’d walked for what felt like forever, realized he’d been passing the same rock over and over again, and climbed another tree. The waterrise was even further away, now, the sky already starting to pinken a bit towards the horizon.

Dion leaned against the tree once he was back on ground level, breathing in deep. How had he gotten turned around? He’d had to walk around some trees, yes, but he hadn’t veered that far off-course, had he?

It made no sense. He had a perfectly fine sense of direction every other time he’d gotten lost, been perfectly able to make it home once he got up high and figured out where he was—

“Oh.” Dion blinked. “Oh, of course.” He put his face in his hands with a groan. “Of fucking course. Psychic bullshit strikes again!” Apparently Raz was right about the forest being set up to get people lost.

Well, shit. How was Dion supposed to find his way home, now? He never should have wandered out this way at all.

“Whatever.” He grumbled. “I’ll just keep climbing trees.” Yeah, that’d work. He’d just climb every tree he ran into, because that totally wouldn’t exhaust him at all—

Still. Dion picked a direction that he felt was roughly where he needed to go, and started walking. After enough time, he went to the nearest tree to check where he was.

The waterrise wasn’t any further away—but it wasn’t any closer, either. Dion muttered choice words under his breath as he climbed back down. The sky was starting to get very very orange on one end, and very very dark on the other. He needed to get home.

Grumbling, Dion turned away from the tree. Maybe he should head away from where he remembered the waterrise being? That might work. Dion turned around—

And found himself face to face with a ghost.

“Um.” Dion took a step back. The more coherent a ghost was, the more control they had over their appearance. There was no way this ghost was very coherent, if the bloody, smashed-in face was any indication. Her dress hung loosely around her torso, ill-fitting.

Another ghost floated over next to the first one. Dion took another step back.

“I’m lost.” The first ghost said, her voice a hoarse whisper. “I’ve been running for days and I can’t find my way out, I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost—”

The second ghost moaned. “I can’t get out.”

More ghosts started showing up. Dion backed up until his back hit a tree. They all spoke, several voices intermingling. Fear and despair leached off of them all in waves.

“Dead bodies—”

“Lost—”

“Hungry—”

“Can’t get out—”

“Going in circles—”

What was it Frazie had told him, when he set out after lunch? Something about not coming to save him if he got abducted by ghosts.

“I hate it when she’s right.” Dion muttered. Oh, he just knew Frazie would laugh if she could see him now, pushing against the tree as if to phase through it, seven different ghosts all hovering around and hemming him in without really acknowledging him at all.

Carefully, Dion stepped forward. The ghosts appeared to all be milling about a general area, so maybe he could just scoot on by—

The second ghost grabbed his wrist with a plaintive wail. “I can’t get out. I can’t I can’t I can’t get out—” Their grip was crushing. Dion tried to pry their hand off, wincing in pain as they only squeezed harder—

A sharp yank. The world tilted. Dion tumbled forwards, instinctively curling his arms around his head to try and roll with the impact. Undergrowth scratched at his arms and face—

He hit the bottom of the ditch injured-wrist-first, agitating it further. He could hear all the ghosts wailing still.

Dion groaned. The mud was cold against his face, cold through his clothes.

Okay, so he definitely shouldn’t have wandered out this far.

He pushed himself up, only to stop short—his hand was in something soft, something that gave under it with a wet sort of crunch.

Something that looked an awful lot like a dead body. Ewwww.

Dion pulled his hand back like he’d burned it and flailed. “Ew ew ew ew ew—” He did not want dead body bits on his hand, ew, disgusting, he could still feel wet gross on them ew ew ew—

He stumbled back, only for a stick to snap under his heel. No, not a stick—a bone.

Now that Dion was looking, he could see multiple bodies in the ditch. The one he’d ended up sticking his hand into was probably the most recent—it wasn’t like Dion was an expert on dead bodies. Dead people, sure, but most of the dead people he saw didn’t have their bodies attached.

“This is bad.” Dion’s voice came out as a whisper, “This is really, really bad.” And gross. He didn’t want to think about the kind of filth found on rotting bodies—filth that was now on his left hand.

If he’d gotten lost because of the weird psychic signals, and if those weird psychic signals had lead him here—

This was bad. Some of the ghosts looked withered, like they’d dehydrated to death. The first ghost looked like she’d cracked her head falling into the ditch. One ghost even looked starved, ghostly clothes hanging loosely off their ghostly frame.

“Dead bodies—”

“Lost—”

“Hungry—”

“Can’t get out—”

"Lost—"

“Going in circles—”

There were seven ghosts, all lingering and lost. Dion could only make out six bodies.

Was this supposed to happen? Were people who wandered too close to the Gulch supposed to end up here and die?

Dion shook his head. “There’d be way more ghosts if this was happening for more than a decade.” He reasoned. He didn’t know exactly when Nona’s Old People Club had first gotten together, but he knew it was at least a while before the Deluge. Surely, surely it hadn’t been set up to kill whoever got too close—Dion hoped it wasn’t.

That awful revelation aside, he still needed to get out of here. The sides of the ditch weren’t too steep—it was the depth that made it dangerous, probably. He grabbed at the dirt, digging his fingers in for purchase—

“Ow ow ow—” Dion hissed, cradling his right wrist against his chest. Oh, fuck, that hurt. Was it sprained? It was definitely bruising, where it had been grabbed.

Right. Carefully, leading with his other hand, Dion started his climb. The dirt was soft, his boots sliding every few steps, but there were plenty of rooted plants in the soil, perfect for grabbing onto.

He hoped none of them were poison ivy. This whole adventure already sucked enough.

He made it halfway up when cold hands wrapped around his shoulders, his arms, his legs. Cold nails dug in and pulled.

“Wh—hey!” Dion slid back down to the bottom. “What was that for?!”

The ghosts didn’t answer him. They just grabbed him and pulled him back down when he tried to climb out again.

And again.

Dion could only half see, now, the sunlight entirely gone down here under the trees. In this lighting, his wrist looked normal, the bruises and the unblemished skin the same. In this lighting, the ghosts all glowed softly, like the world’s most fucked up fireflies.

The world’s most fucked up fireflies who kept dragging him back down.

Dion groaned. “I get it!” He yelled out, not caring if the ghosts could hear him or not. “You all got lost and died here!” He clambered up the side of the ditch again, digging his fingers into soft earth. “That doesn’t mean I want to be STUCK HERE with ALL OF YOU!” The cold receded.

He made it up to the edge of the ditch unimpeded, hauling himself up onto the dirt. His wrist twinged in pain.

The first ghost appeared in front of him again. “I’m lost,” She whispered, “I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost and there’s nobody to help me—”

Dion grabbed her by the shoulder. “Hey. Hey.” He didn’t even know if she’d understand him, lost in her fear and grief. “I get it. You’re lost and you’re scared. But you gotta calm down, dammit.” She didn’t look older than him. Maybe a little older than Pooter.

…Dion felt bad for shouting.

She sniffled, her wail cutting off. For a moment, her face shifted, and Dion could see what she must have looked like in life. “I’m scared,” She whispered. “I ran away and I don’t know where I am.”

Dion’s chest tightened. “I’m sorry.” He muttered, for lack of anything better to say. “I’m lost, too.” He admitted.

Cold hands wrapped around his own, almost soothing against his right wrist. “It’s scary.” A ghost’s eyes never changed, always washed out and empty—but Dion could feel the fear leaching out of her hands, the despair-hurt-fear-hurt that made up her being.

He couldn’t save her. (He had never known her.)

“Yeah,” Dion agreed, leaning forward. “It’s scary.” He didn’t want to die here, alone with the bodies and the ghosts.

He couldn’t save her. (She wasn’t his responsibility.)

But he could still do something.

“If—” He started, “If I find my way out of here… I’ll tell someone.” Dion promised. “I’ll tell someone that you’re here.”

“You’ll get help?” There was a tinge of hope to her voice. Dion found his gaze stuck on the ground.

“Yeah,” He said. “I’ll get help.”

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A chorus of mews was the first sound to greet Dion when he re-entered the campgrounds, the morning sun peeking over the tops of the trees. Persephone’s tail was straight up in the air as she bounded over to him, meowing loud enough to wake the dead.

“She was crying for you all night.” Frazie walked up behind Persephone. “We had to lock her in the caravan, and she wouldn’t. Shut. Up.”

Dion snorted, still cradling his wrist. He turned to Persephone, who was busy rubbing up against his legs and meowing her displeasure at his extended absence. “Aww, you missed me? You missed me so much you kept everyone up?” He cooed, “It’s okay, sweetie, I’m back now, don’t worry, I’m back, I’m back.” He reached out to pet her with his non-injured hand, only for her to sniff it once before pulling back and batting at it.

Right. That was the hand that’d been in a dead body. No wonder Persephone didn’t want it on her.

“So what happened to you?” Frazie asked, standing a distance away. Dion really needed to clean himself off.

“Guess.” He muttered, walking around her. He’d go find Raz and get the answers he needed when he was clean—his wrist throbbed—and when he’d taken care of his undoubtedly sprained wrist. Persephone remained wrapped around and between his legs as he walked, tail straight up in the air.

Dion glanced back at the woods. The girl stood there at the treeline, staring with blank eyes.

When he blinked, she was gone.

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slytherinshua · 5 months

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FLYING BICYCLES AND LOVESTRUCK MAGIC

genre. fluff. kiki's delivery service au-ish. a lil mutual pining. warnings. reader is basically kiki and sohee is basically tombo lol. some psychic magic mentioned. it's mostly just them being whipped for each other. osono cameo cause she's mvp fr. pairing. sohee x witch!reader. wc. 2.5k. a/n. the riize brainrot is SO REAL. idk why i felt sohee would fit the role of tombo so perfectly hes just sooo 💔💔 i love him guys 🥹

Sohee was 97.62436% sure that he was going crazy when he first saw you flying on a broomstick through the city. Of course, the other 2.37564% that had gone completely insane was fascinated, excited, and probably (definitely) head over heels in love.

He lived in a small town. One where the word went around like a whirlwind as soon as anyone new moved in. It was the most exciting thing that could happen for the residents there, especially when the newcomer happened to be a very pretty girl from a rich city.

Most people would move out of the town when they reached 20 or so to discover themselves. Yet they always seemed to find their way back when they were a bit more settled. It was a rite of passage— a route to adulthood that almost everyone assumed the youth of the town would take. Sohee liked his town, though, and didn’t feel any need to move away. He had already discovered himself enough to know what he wanted to do with his life.

There were exciting things to do that he doubted he would be able to do anywhere else. Visiting the town’s grandpa that ran the old antique shop, getting free candy from the young lady who ran the candy store after the old owner had passed away, seeing every new addition to the art gallery from the aspiring painters and sculptors in town. And, his favourite activity: investigating the old junk yard for spare parts to make his newest models.

Sohee liked to call himself an inventor. It felt spiffy and official. He showed off every new creation he pieced together with rusted tools and even rustier bits of metal like it was the next world-changing invention. He could spend hours in his dad’s old workshop working with nuts and bolts, seeing what the pieces could make once they came together.

He had been determined to make a flying vehicle for years now. After finding a beautiful old wind turbine in the junkyard when he was 14, he had started planning mock-ups for a bicycle. He would attach the turbine in front of it so that when you pedalled, the turbine spinned. The hope was that with enough inertia, you could eventually lift off the ground with it. He was skeptical that it would actually work, though.

He hadn’t officially talked to you yet. You had been in town for a couple days now, staying with the couple that ran the local bakery. Sohee thought you were absolutely beautiful from the moment he first saw you. He had been riding his bicycle past the bakery on his way to the carpenters to pick up some tools. One glance at you through the window had him abruptly pushing on the brakes, eyes going wide.

Maybe it was a bit of an exaggeration, but you looked like an angel. Or a goddess. Or a fairy. Sohee couldn’t decide which one, but he knew that you were the most stunning person he had ever seen. Since that day, he kept running into you in town, but his own nervousness had stopped him from talking to you properly. He had held a few conversations; enough to know your name and age, but clearly not enough to know that you could fly through the air.

Now, he was staring wide-eyed at the clouds, watching you soar just beneath them so effortlessly. He craned his head to watch you as long as he could before you disappeared behind the clock tower.

“Woah…” He whispered, jaw dropped in an awestruck expression.

“She’s quite the girl, isn’t she?”

Sohee turned to the side, nodding in agreement with what Osono, the bakery lady, had said.

“She’s amazing. Do you know how she does it?” He asked with a grin.

“Haven’t you heard by now, Sohee? She’s a witch! She chose our town to do her witch training.” Osono explained.

“That’s incredible! I didn’t even know witches actually existed! Do you know what she’s training in?!” Sohee felt like his brain was spinning at a speed incomprehensible to mankind. He kept thinking of more and more questions about you. He’d never seen anyone quite like you before, and the more he learned, the more intrigued he became.

“She said she’s still figuring it out— but she’s interested in love readings. For now, she’s using her flying skills to help me and the town. She’s an excellent delivery girl!” Osono beamed.

“Love readings…?” Sohee pondered the idea on his way back home. The next day, he found himself at the town’s library, scanning through the small section on magic and witches with more focus than he had put to almost anything.

“Miss witch, I’d like to get a love reading!” He announced happily, swinging open the door to the bakery where you were seated at the counter, seconds away from falling asleep due to the lack of customers. You jerked up at the sound of Sohee, immediately knowing that it was him from his playful nickname for you— miss witch.

“Really!? You want one!?” You jumped up from your seat and rushed around the counter to be face to face with him. Sohee had become your first friend in town. After he had seen you fly that day, he discovered the key to talking to you without being awkward. You could fly and he wanted to fly. There was a perfect common interest.

You loved talking to Sohee. He was infinitely more interesting than the kids back at your old home, most of which were stuck up and rude. Sohee was bright and kind and full of imagination and dreams and inspiration. He never got bored of you talking about being a witch, and you never got bored of hearing about his new inventions. You had never clicked so well with someone before.

There was also the fact that he was the prettiest boy you’d ever seen. But that was… less important. You had a bad habit of crushing on boys without it ever going anywhere. You were determined not to repeat that disaster a sixth time.

“It would be my great honour to be your very first customer.” Sohee said dramatically, making you giggle with excitement.

“Well, then, dear client, shall we go to my witch lair? I can’t perform the reading anywhere else.” You responded, matching his dramatics perfectly. He grinned and nodded and you grabbed his wrist to lead him upstairs.

“It’s a bit messy— give me a second!” You rushed around your small attic space that Osono had been so kind to let you stay in for free. You hurriedly put away the food that you had gotten for breakfast and shoved some odd trinkets under your bed so that they were hidden. Sohee just watched, his heart racing. He really needed to get that under control.

“Where’s my witching supplies- Aha! Here it is!” You held up a small purple box, bejewelled with gold ornaments. It looked ancient and rusty— exactly the type of artifact that Sohee loved.

You set down a thin blanket on the wooden floor before taking out the little baubles and setting them in the middle of the fabric. Sohee sat on one end, and you on the other.

“Alright, mister… I have a series of questions, but for this to work, you must answer them completely honestly. If you lie even once, the whole thing will be messed up!” You had put on your mother’s joke witches had for fun. The sight made Sohee laugh, especially when you deepened your voice to sound old as you explained how things would work.

“I got it. I’ll tell only the truth.” Sohee promised.

“Once you answer all the questions, I’ll flip over this blank card. If everything works out, the name of the person you love the most will slowly appear before your eyes! Now… Are you ready?” You quirked an eyebrow, staring seriously at him even though on the inside you were about to burst with excitement. It was your dream to open your own love reading business. You just weren’t completely sure if you were good enough at it yet.

Sohee nodded eagerly, a mix of excitement and nervousness stewing inside of him. He wasn’t sure exactly what to expect, so he carefully followed along with what you did to make sure he didn’t mess anything up. You closed your eyes and he followed suit.

The questions you asked started out simple, without Sohee needing to deliberate before delivering the honest answer to you. But as they went on, they got more complex and more personal. Sohee had never doubted your abilities as a witch, but he hadn’t expected you to be able to see right through him.

“Last question…”

“Mhm?” Sohee could feel his stomach twist in nervousness, but he breathed steadily to try to calm his nerves.

“Do you believe yourself to be in love with someone at this current moment?”

Sohee swallowed slowly, his mouth and throat feeling parched all of a sudden. He took his time to think through it, though the answer was almost painfully obvious. He had never been more in love in his entire life.

“Yes.” He finally answered with certainty, a slight burden lifting off his chest. It was almost as if he was confessing to you in a way— and though he didn’t say it directly, it still eased some of his anxiety. He opened his eyes hesitantly after answering to see your face scrunched in concentration.

“No way-” You opened your eyes as well, frowning in confusion and looking up to Sohee with a questioning gaze. “By any chance are you…?”

“Huh?” Sohee blinked, confused at your actions. You shook your head quickly and stared down at the blank card.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah.”

The air felt a little tense as you slowly flipped over the black card. You held your hand over it for a few seconds, shielding it from Sohee’s curious view. You lifted your hand carefully once you were sure it had worked and watched as the name slowly appeared on the card.

You sat in frozen shock once you read the name on the card, struggling to process what you had seen. Your name was displayed on the card, clearer than ever. There was no way that anyone could possibly mistake it or misread it, but you just couldn’t believe it.

“It- we- we must’ve messed it up somehow! There’s no way that’s- It must’ve got me confused, right!?” Sohee spluttered helplessly, his entire face a bright shade of red. Somehow in his calculations, he didn’t expect for the card to expose him that horrendously, right in front of you as well.

“I don’t think we did it wrong, though… Everything felt… right.” You said quietly. “Do you… like me?” You could barely get the words to come out of your throat.

There were some parts of your magic that you still needed time to trust completely. Flying had always been easy in that aspect; you either flew or you didn’t. But when it came to love readings, you wondered how likely it was that your magic had gotten messed up. You liked to be whimsical and believe that your love readings could be completely accurate, but your confidence had never been as low as in this moment.

However nervous you were feeling, it was a thousand times worse for Sohee. You had a small inkling of hope— hope that he would say yes. But for Sohee, he could only think of the possible rejection. Or the even worse possibility that this would tear apart your friendship.

“Yes…?” Sohee whispered out to you. You had never heard him this nervous or quiet before.

“Really? Are you sure?” You asked again, this time with a little more voice and hope surging in you. Sohee must have picked up on the hopeful tone, as he answered yes again, this time with more certainty.

“Then the reading wasn’t wrong?! You actually like me?” Your hand clasped over your mouth before you could ramble anymore in your state of disbelief.

“What about you? I mean… you probably don’t, right? But maybe…?” Sohee couldn’t help but be hopeful for your response, but he held himself back from being too expectant on the response he was dreaming for.

“Do I like you back?! Of course I do- It wasn’t obvious before now?” You stuttered in disbelief.

“I mean- I hoped you did, but I couldn’t be sure.” Sohee clarified. The tension in the room had completely dissipated by now, and your smiles were slowly coming back as the reality settled in.

“I’ve liked you since I moved here, I think. Didn’t you ever question why we kept running into each other before we became friends?”

“No? I just thought it was a lucky coincidence.” Sohee admitted with a laugh.

“It was because whenever I spotted you biking around town, I’d land in a street nearby and pretend like I was always walking that way just to cross paths with you!” You corrected stubbornly. Now that it was clear that the feelings were mutual, you wanted him to know the effort that you went through to get closer to him.

“I also started going past the bakery on my way home. It added an extra 5 minutes to my route, but it was worth it to see you working through the glass window.” He scratched the back of his neck shyly, mirroring your smile when your eyes brightened at hearing his confession.

“So… what now?” You questioned suddenly after a prolonged silence of both of you trying to stare at the other while simultaneously trying your best not to look obvious.

“Would you go out with me?” Sohee asked excitedly. “Oh shoot- I should’ve gotten flowers first. Wait here- I’ll be quick!” He stammered, rushing out of the room before you could stop him. He was gone only long enough for you to giggle in delight while you cleaned up the supplies you had laid out. Your witching skills had come in handy in the best of ways.

He was out of breath by the time he burst open the door again, but his eyes had never glimmered any brighter. He held a bouquet of pink and white roses, a little squished on one side from the rush he had been in.

“You know you didn’t have to go buy these…” You bit back a smile, taking the pretty flowers from his hands.

“My mom always said the best way to charm a lady was with flowers.” He panted and grinned at you cheekily when you shot him a look. You smiled as you sniffed the sweet scent of the roses. Sohee was about to say something else, but you pulled him into a tight hug before he could start, the unexpected gesture knocking all words he had into another dimension.

“I really like you, Sohee.” You whispered, your smile twinkling as you rested your head on his shoulder.

He took a second to get over the shock of you hugging him before he was wrapping his arms around your frame as well, mumbling back, “Me too.”

↳ riize taglist: @eternalgyu,, @kangtaehyunzzz,, @weird-bookworm,, @haecien

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susie-dreemurr · 11 days

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Dungeon Menshi (live-blogging from ep 2 to like 7 I think

Ep2

Marcille is such a mood I love her. I too am a picky whiny bitch

THE MY LITTLE PONY CHICKEN— BASILISK. Ah yes i remember its bam enow

Genshin rly said fuck that guy I wanna cook. He’s gonna have to wait for me to cook. Everyone but Marcille is insane <3

NOOOOO MAKING ME FEEL BAD ABOUT THE DOGS— oh thank god she never tried it

If I was Falin I would kill these motherfuckers the instant I got out fr y’all wasting too much time man

Fofa conversa

Ok if I were this Chil kid I would fucking kill Senshi as soon as we could

“Your job is to cook, mine is to detect and ruin traps, Marcille’s is magic” …and the protag guy can get fucked I guess

Ep3

“I was killed by a moving armor once so I used to be terrified of them. Wonder what they taste like, none of the books ever described it. How would you cook them?”— Insane person speaking

Is there like a really tiny person controlling that one specific armor that moves wonky. Like two kids in a trench coat kinda deal

“These armors seem alive and are protecting something *skips the implications* which means they’re edible”

“If he dies let’s leave him here” “yeah” based

Laios (I know his name now) Laios please take out the fucking creature from the sword before taking it with you. Laios please

Laios NEEDS to get someone on the team killed one day. *remembers his sister* that one didn’t count

Ep 7 (I forgot to liveblog the others)

Damn Senshi got that nasty ass beard. Marcille teach him hygiene— FUCK SHE LOST HER SOAP IN THE DRAGON FIGHT NOOOO

MARCILLE JESUS???? WLAKING WATER

In a modern au Senshi is that guy from a countryside town who’s an urban legend because he lives in the woods and refuses to interact with any kind of technology. He doesn’t stop others from living their way but he decided to be a medieval citizen, good for him ig

Marcille finally is awestruck by Senshi and all it took was a fantasy horse… she’s a horse girl isn’t she

Senshi is a better person than me because if someone said it’d be more practical to use my pet’s organs as 🛟 I would kill them. I understand Laios but damn bro

“Why is everyone soft hearted for mamíferos and doesn’t let me plant carnivorous plants?” — Laios. Aiai eu esqueci que ele é assim. Freak /pos

NOOOOOO ANNE NOOOOO. It was inevitable I guess, it is a wild animal after all, but FUCK MAN.

Senshi :((( I feel so bad man but class will start shortly rn so I can’t even be sad :((( having a pet makes me sensitive to this stuff. :((( I’m so sad man

Naur he’s gonna eat Anne to make sure nobody else gets to do it. What if we all died

THESE MFS KEEP GETTING WIPED MAN NO MAMES. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM STAY OUT OF THIS DUNGEON

Chilchuck??? Chilchuck thanks to hxh I have trauma over dull eyes I know you’re hypnotized probably but don’t do this to me

Thank you Laios for being weird as shit not even the mermaids want you

Lmao Chilchuck trying to talk his way out of not acting to eat a semi-human creature

I have a feeling that Laios will eventually make everyone in this group cannibalistd

MARCILLE FOFA DEMAIS

“Is that a squid? Or an octopus?” It’s an Ikalgo

Senshi is smarter than me I would of literally never thought of that. Marcille’s Jesus spell the true MVP, just like Jesus himself was god bless

Ok essas são as consequências das suas próprias ações Laios, pra que que tu foi comer VERME cru???

#live-blogging

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awanderingmuse-ficrec · 1 year

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Discovering Destiny Series

Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender

Author: Megarapike (Majorwhovian)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Injury, Violence, Child Abuse

Word Count: 272,665

Pairings: Zutara, Sukka

Characters: Katara, Zuko, Aang, Toph Beifong, Sokka, Suki, Kanna, Hakoda, Bato, Pakku, Yugoda, Arnook, Leo Beifong, Poppy Beifong,Uncle Iroh, Appa, Guru Pathik, Momo

Tags: Romance, Family, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Action/Adventure, Blue Spirit Zuko, The Painted Lady, Gaang shenanigans, Toph is a boss, Suki is best girl, Zuko is a dork, Order of the White Lotus, Ozai Being a Terrible Parent, Azula needs therapy, Actually they all need therapy, Babies, My heart split between six characters, Aang is misunderstood, Zutara rules, fight me, Appa is MVP, How come all fanfics forget Momo?!?, Sokka is bf material, Katara and Zuko are basically mom and dad, Kissing under water is sexy as long as you can breath, This is not a mermaid au, fluffy day to day, sweet scenes, we stan healthy relationships, ice dodging, supper with the fam, Zuko is an Awkward Turtleduck, but has grown up a lot, no assassination attempts, finally we get a break, Hakoda is daddy, on all counts, was that too far?, fr Hakoda is a good dad, They all need therapy, Zuko and Sokka are bros, Therapy, PTSD, survivor's guilt, Did I mention Zutara, Heavy Themes, Hurt/ComfortGrief, Circle of Abuse, Trauma, Guilt, That's it. that's the only tag we need, Poppy and Leo can join Ozai in the terrible parents club, I Try to Make You Cry, avatar aang, Gaang Angst, Angst, emotional connections, Supernatural Bonds

First come loves, then comes...a lot of complications that will repeatedly break your heart then make you laugh then cry then break your heart again before I hand you some glue so we can put back the pieces together. Also a bit of adventure, mystery, and a lot of mental healing.

Currently planned for 6 stories with an overarching plot and mystery through the whole series. Each story is designed to be read on its own as a standalone if you find the word count daunting.

Destiny is a Funny Thing

They thought they knew what their destinies were...save the world, become Fire Lord, maybe even fall in love along the way...But Destiny has a funny way of turning expectations into something you never dreamed possible. Maybe the story isn't your simple save the world and get the girl kind of tale. Maybe there's so much more to it than that. And maybe there can be more than one kind of happy ending...

Mark of the Trusted

This is part of a series, but each story is designed to be read as a standalone if you don't want to read everything.

In the two years after the war, the Gaang focuses on rebuilding their homes and spending time with family. Zuko struggles with guilt and worries about Azula's health, but for the first time in his life he has a large support system and a loving family around him at all times. A short story about love, healing, and learning to understand and support someone who is struggling with mental health.

Katara Alone

This is part of a series, but each story is designed to be read as a standalone if you don't want to read everything.

Three years after the war, Katara is studying healing in the North Pole when an incident abruptly makes her leave. Lost in a spiral of grief and guilt, she takes a detour into the Fire Nation alone, not willing to let her friends and family see her at her worst. When Zuko finds out she is missing he takes a trip to the North Pole to try and unravel the mystery Katara left behind.

Toph Alone

This is part of a series, but each story is designed to be read as a standalone if you don't want to read everything.

It's been years since Toph has seen her parents, but she always imagined reuniting with them under better circumstances. While her friends are either missing, preoccupied, or unavailable, a new law forces Toph back to Gaoling. Far away from the family she adopted, Toph must find a way to reconcile with her parents...or spend the next couple years of her life alone and on the run.

Aang Alone

Two years after the end of the war, Aang is plagued with constant headaches, sleepless nights, and an unexplainable hollow feeling in his chest. After two months of being unable to get into the Spirit World, a past avatar finally comes to him with a message: Go find Guru Pathik again and prepare himself for a future event that will change everything he knows about the world. In pain, desperate, and tired, Aang goes on a yearlong journey to find answers and healing and to answer the question: is he really the last airbender?

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ahiijny · 2 years

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my initial thoughts on Everything Everywhere All at Once

tl;dr banger film go watch

anyway spoilers below, be warned!

ok so my family wanted to go see a film and this was the only title I recognized from the list so I chose this one!

I did have a bit of foreknowledge about the film going into it:

some ppl I follow seemed to really like it

apparently it's really weird?

starring some Chinese actors

I saw that one fanny pack clip from the post with the scene analysis

also the lady apparently gets hot dogs for fingers at some point (???)

something something parallel universes

okay! so we ate some dinner and went out to catch the 10:05pm show

after like 15 minutes of ads, it finally started!

They're speaking Mandarin, woooo!!! I thought my mom would appreciate this (I was watching with my mom and two brothers; my sister was at a friend's place so she wasn't there. She should watch it tho it's gooood)

I did notice a slight accent in the Mandarin. My mom pointed out that most of the actors have Cantonese names, so this is probably why. The speaking was really good though, way more fluent than I could possibly hope to achieve lol

Also Evelyn and Waymond did that thing where they switched between Chinese and English a lot. i.e. speaking a bunch of sentences and then just randomly switching to the other language. And also some sentences are completely in Chinese, except for a couple of specific English words (e.g. "laundromat") substituted in. My parents do that a lot too!!! It was fairly common with Chinese friends who actually knew Chinese, too. e.g. "妈，我现在在mall了" c:

For some reason I thought they were owners of a restaurant. But oh okay, it's a laundromat, that makes sense too

Gay let’s goooooo

Okay when Evelyn mixed up the pronouns for Becky I was like “omg mormy this you” because my mom actually does that a lot!!! In Chinese he (他) and she (她) are both pronounced “ta” and so my mom sometimes (not often, just occasionally!) accidentally calls my brothers “she” or my sister “he”. And she always goes on the exact same line about “it sounds the same in Chinese” too! it’s her fr fr

When the granddad was like "your Chinese gets worse every day" to Joy I felt so called out lmaooooo. 我的中文很差 she’s me fr 😭😭😭😭😭

btw 公公 (gong gong) or the more formal 外公 (wai gong) mean maternal grandfather, but these are more commonly used in the South. Where my parents are from, I’m more familiar with 老爷 (lao ye) and 老奶 (lao nai) to refer to my mother’s parents.

Also interesting that the granddad speaks Cantonese but Evelyn and Waymond speak Mandarin.

That old guy with the gray hair in the laundromat is wayyyy too touchy feely with Evelyn kinda sussy if you ask me (maybe im just being paranoid)

Calling that lady big nose kinda r00d doncha think o.o

When he was going on about the “Alphaverse” in the elevator my thoughts immediately went to a different kinda of verse involving specific greek letters but dont worry about that

The broom closet ending is my favourite

Wait are they committing tax fraud???

tbh I side with Evenlyn here taxes are way more important than whatever mumbo jumbo universe stuff this AU Waymond is talking about (help)

That’s uh. That’s an interesting shaped trophy. Huh. Huh. 👀 (”Anal” get it haha)

Oh, the fanny pack scene. Okay from the clip on the tumblr I got the impression that these security guards were some villainous force about to apprehend our heroes and Waymond did a MVP to save their asses. But no actually this is completely our MCs fault Evelyn lowkey (highkey) punched an old lady in the face completely unprovoked and then Waymond somehow escalated the situation and made it worse instead of just deescalating and apologizing lmaoooo. You couldn’t have picked a worse time to jump in here??? help

(insert curse of balal joke here) COMMUNICATION PLS

Okay the verse jumping thing is pretty cooool, and the low-probability thing to activate a different life branching line thingy is also cool! The branching is cool, the fancy phone app thing is cool, I actually really love graph theory! like. Thinking about all the different branches your life could have taken. I wanna see more of this!!!

Okay and the thing where Alpha Waymond is actually still in a truck in the Alphaverse while trying to do things in this verse kinda gave me the Matrix vibes very cool very cool

//srs ok but fr the talk about divorce in the van um. it kinda hit hard? irl my parents are kinda going through a rough phase and it doesn’t seem to be getting better and I hope really hope they don’t divorce but um. yeah. kinda almost started crying, barely held myself back

IS THAT A FUCKING DILDO

“You have the most potential because you are the greatest failure out of all possible Evelyns” wow um. you couldn’t have phrased that a bit better lmao

WHY DO YOU HAVE A GUN

wtf do not swing ur doggo around like that he is not a weapon

I am trying not to cry while watching a grown woman trying to stop two grown men from jamming butt plugs up their asses (this makes sense in context) dsgfhdsghgfhgdhjjoij

When everything splintered even more they showed so many different Evelyns I was like ‘holy hell how long did it take to get all these different costumes’ and each individual one only showed for like a single frame. wow

They almost got me with the fakeout “the end” and premature end credits but I watched Chronicles of the Going Home Club and also I know this movie has three parts you won’t get me that easily

I love the rocks scene. Very avant-garde, and a nice little resting point in the middle of such a breakneck pace movie.

“Most universes are like this.” No life, just sand, just rocks. Daaaam.

The everything bagel. The dark circle (like on the tax papers as well). I feel like this is a metaphor for a certain thing 😥 ono. If it’s that, then this is suddenly even more heavy.

I have no idea what Waymond is saying to keep getting Evelyn off the hook with the tax people but honestly MVP. even non-Alphaverse Waymond is really a great person

Okay but running after the truck like that is just inefficient, you’ve got 2 sets of legs, but you’re wasting a good chunk of energy on unnecessarily hoisting an entire adult body off the ground. I know this is funny and all but also it’s inefficient and you’ll never get your raccoon friend back like this pls optimize more sdljkjgldgjdh

I am told that the piano keys pressed by the feet do not actually correspond with the musical notes heard

Okay but the “this is awkward” by Joy just makes it more real and this is actually really feels but im really glad they made up

GIRLFRIEND. (in Cantonese). YES.

(btw I don’t know any Cantonese so I have no idea how their pronunciation is so I’m just going to assume it’s great)

Wow part 3 is short

Okay, overall, I really enjoyed watching this movie! A solid 9.1/10!

When they said “everything” in the title, they really meant it lol. I really went through the full gamut of emotions while watching this movie, sometimes all at once! More mood whiplash than Symphogear episode 1! (some people may think this is a bad thing but honestly I don’t mind it lol)

The parallel universe stuff also really reminds me of Qualia the Purple, which was similarly mind-screwy. I love that series too.

It’s not perfect, because there are a lot of frustrating parts of the movie that could’ve been avoided if Alphaverse Waymond just explained things better, or if people actually communicated properly! Also I got severe secondhand cringe/embarrassment/social anxiety just seeing that whole situation in the IRS office and how they kept digging themselves into a deeper grave by assaulting various peoples. Imagine if the multiverse people suddenly dropped all contact and now mainverse Evelyn and Waymond have to explain all this to the authorities??? im horrified just by the thought of it fjlsjgfldjgkdflg

Also the Alphaverse Waymond explanations are interesting but honestly he could not have picked a worse time lmao. The whole time he was explaining stuff in the broom closet my mind was honestly going “ok this is interesting but the taxes pls tell me they’re going to figure out the taxes???” (as you may be able to tell I’m a boring adult dsfkjlgfdgjfg)

This is like me watching Squid Game and going “oh no, but what about the (illegal) organs” bc the TASK you know what I mean??? isjgdofidjf

And the whole thing about how Gong Gong was planning on killing his granddaughter. “she can’t be reasoned with” no you didn’t try hard enough try harder. This is probably a relevant allegory in and of itself; a breakdown in communications.

Closing Thoughts

Okay but nitpicks aside I actually did overall quite enjoy this film. I can see how this might be the film for everyone, though. My interests are very specific and this ended up hitting all the right buttons for me, but this might not be the case for everyone.

My older brother enjoyed it somewhat, gave it a 8/10. He seemed particularly interested in the bagel stuff, and kept prompting discussions about it afterwards lol. My mom didn’t like it as much. She did really enjoy the mother-daughter and other family stuff because that was real and relatable, but she didn’t seem to be as into the sci-fi or fighting stuff. She did find the scenes with the tax lady funny though, because she said she does have to do the taxes every year. When I asked her for a rating, she said it was half/half, gave it a 5/10. My little brother said he didn’t really like it, gave it a 3.3/10 at best. (But that’s fine, he didn’t like Symphogear either, so I guess our tastes just don’t really align that much 😅)

We did see the Shang-Chi movie last year, so I asked my family for their ratings on this movie as well for comparison (since also Chinese actors and relatable ABC stuff). My brothers gave this one a 7/10, but for my mom it was a 4/10.

When the sci-fi verse jumping stuff started coming in in the elevator scene, I thought it would shift from a more personal-scoped story to a broader, universe-threatening type of story. But I do like that it ended up circling on itself and ended up still being a family-scoped kind of story. No need to introduce like. Extra organizations or governments or random extradimensional threads. It works better when everything wraps around to still be related to the family.

This is maybe the reason why I also enjoyed Ryuusei no Rockman 1 more than Ryuusei no Rockman 2. in the first game, many of the newly created antagonists are directly related to Subaru’s close friends and adjacent neighbourhood, so it feels, closer, more personal of a story. The second game had various randos from foreign lands as antagonists, so I felt kinda less emotionally invested in the second game.

Y’know what I mean?

This is also a trap I hope Squid Game doesn’t fall into when season 2 comes out. Sure there’s this ORGANIZATION and BOSSES and CONSPIRACIES going on or whatever, but tbh it’s the family dynamics and interpersonal relationships that really drew me in in the first place, because those aspects were more relatable for me. I’m not as invested in this front man or these rich people doing rich and powerful people things, it’s just not as interesting to me. But maybe that’s just me.

Anyway enough rambling, I liked this movie, it is an EXPERIENCE. Definitely would rewatch. Graph theory verse jumping mechanics are super interesting, might explore these in some fanworks someday c:

Peace.

#eeaao #everything everywhere all at once #long post #ahi's ramblings

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protecc-draal · 3 years

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liveblog from halfway point of the movie

cw strong language

rott liveblog

again I start putting things down halfway done but anyway

ive decided that blinky was charlie’s ex

aja is easily the alpha of the entire group her back is hurting from carrying everyone

FUCK HIM UP AJA

why does skrael look so stylish what

OHHH SHIT NOMURA

F U C K SHE DEAD

atleast she and draal can be reunited

OH COME ON STRICKLER YOU DRAMATIC ASS, WHAT HAPPENED TO BEST MAN MY ASS

this isnt as emotional as I thought it would be

strickler: explodes

skrael: oh no! anyway

that was so unecessary there was no point in that death, it was just an excuse to kill him off

strickler was so damn useless in this movie?? they really did him wrong holy shit this movie sucks so far

at least nomura’s death made poetic sense, but what for reason to kill off both of jim’s father figures?? what kind of fucked up theme does that give off

if they kill off blinky, then I dont know what the point of the movie is LMAO this is some kind of fucked up joke or smn

and sk the government keeps interfering into shit they cannot handle

BELLROC

HI THEY

HIII THEEYYYYYY

HOLY FUCK THEY LOOK SO DECADENTTTT

SKRAEL CAN FUCK OFF I DONT CARE IF BELLROC KILLS OFF BLINKY

varvatos: I am gun robot

bellroc: tf

im calling it now varvatos is gonna be another useless death, what did I expect from tales of arcadia

but this music FUCKS its amazing

oh yeah, its all coming together, one death per demigod

ok, hes alright

OH SHIT BLOOD, that burn looks awful

I have a strong feeling charlie will die because of how hes helping them, rott really said that dads dont have rights

ok douxie good job now just do that with bell and skrael

FUCK HIM UP NARI

why does skrael sound like a damn rat

oh shit naris about to go apeshit

damn they rlly kilt each other

yall werent joking when you said there was going to be a lot of death

I was expecting jim to pull excalibur as predictable it was, but I hope claire or toby. ANYONE but steve oh my god

I STILL cannot get over this fucking steve childbirth sideplot, what the FUCK were they thinking. anyway im convinced that aja and eli came to some sort of agreement pertaining their relationship with steve im not taking criticism

man rott is such a well put together fan animation am I right?? 😍😍😍 not canon at all

honestly the “her perch” comment sounds like a one off thing but not my spot to tell

“my virgin eyes” is absolutely NOT something I thought id hear in this movie

oh damn hi bellroc h-hi there 😳👉👈

jim bellroc will split your ass clean in half your little blade aint shit

oh shit toby redeem?? pog????????

man I wish that bellroc would monologue over MY dying body

jim you aint shit fight white boy fight

holy fucking shit its so late at night bellroc is looking like a whole ass meal in this movie you dont understand how im feeling rn

oh for fucks sake of course the amulet ends up being the god killing fix it all

try your best bb bellroc im with you till the end

alright I gotta admit, jim grabbing bell was some hotboy shit

you scored one on that

welp goodbye bellroc you had the most badass death of all your peers. let’s see, elsa frozen statue? mr stark I dont feel so good? no, explode into a blast of lava. bravo. chef kiss.

im so surprised that blinky didnt die????? all of us were like blinkys gonna die

ELI JR ive decided they’re poly there is NOTHING thats going to stop me

can I just say that steve’s fucked up hair is giving me life he should have that hair more often

oh fuck toby

OH FUCK TOBY

OHHHHHH FUCK TOBY

RIGHT AFTER YOU REDEEMED YOURSELF BOYYYYYYY

HOLY SHIT

BE A GAG FOR ONC

BE A JOKE FOR ONCE COME ON

FAKE YOUR DEATH PLEASE

FOR GOODNESS SAKE

hesus christ none of us were fucking prepared for these deaths oh my GOD

I shoudve expected this when trollhunters literally ended with troll jim

holy fucking sjit

are you kidding me

come on you funky green sphere

go ahead revive strickler :) ill wait

theres 13 minutes left in the movie come on you got this jim

alright fic writers get started in thise time loop aus where jim watches his friends die over and over again

I find it funny that we all said that blinky would die but everyone BUT blinky died lmao

hang on, is he going back fr? damn fr??

are you kidding me

*boxman voice* here we go again

TOBY of course this was going to work

STRICKLERRRRRRR IM CRYIN CAT EYES

this is exactly like thise time travel fix it aus but canon

WAIT ANGOR ROT AND DRAAL ARE ALIVE IN THIS NOW AHHH WE WIN WE WINNNNNNNN MOVIES OVER EVERYONE

BEST MOVIE EVER

toby trollhunter pog???? TOBY TROLLHUNTER POG??????????? HOLY FUCKKKKKKKK THIS IS HAPPENING MVP YOU ENDED UP BEING USEFUL AFTER ALL

FANTASTIC WONDERFUL EVERYTHING WE EVER WANTED HAPPENED FUCK YOU

wait please tell me that the timeline jim left didnt get magically erase like the deaths suck but I lowkey want to keep the steliaja ot3 ngl it’s very big brain

anyway im just a shallow casual toa fan who doesnt have the energy to go into deep analysis or criticism, my mind is literally so tired it’s like 4 am and the only thing I can process atm is time travel fix it fic but its canon and my fried brain thinks the movie’s pretty good for now

#rise of the titans spoilers #tales of arcadia spoilers #toa spoilers #in which I heavily simp for bellroc #ill definitely wake up later and realise how shit the movie is but just #let me have my hopes and dreams back for now

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