#swirly eyes superiority

[archive-of-fear]

Name: Max Jägerman

Source: Nerdy Prudes Must Die (2023)

Category: Avatar



Alignment: The Hunt, The Desolation 


Description: In life, Max was a stereotypical high school bully out of an 80s movie. He’s a quarterback on the football team, not very bright, and has a penchant for making nerdy students’ lives miserable. He had a god complex and a superiority complex that makes him believe that he controls the social hierarchy in Hatchetfield High. He solely decides who hangs out with who and any defiance towards that gives you a black eye or a swirly.

Max almost had a chance at redemption after the nerds he tormented pulled an innocent prank on him, but his life was tragically cut short by some loose floorboards and a three story fall. In his dying breaths, he swears revenge on the nerds. Nerdy prudes must pay. Nerdy prudes must die. Luckily for him, nothing really dies in the Waylon Place.

Upon his resurrection, he loses all of his other interests and has solely focused on that revenge. He kills two of the nerds: one via wedgie and the other having drowned mid-swirly. his rage isn’t fully directed towards the nerds though, he ends up killing the people closest to them to make them more vulnerable. He kills the adults in Steph’s life and gravely injures the cop who was investigating their case.

#submission #category: avatar #the desolation #the hunt #nerdy prudes must die #max jagerman #max jägerman #npmd fanart #submitter: puppywritesthings

[sleeplessinspace]

Time to yell about Tall Egos, again. Men a foot taller than you at least.

YesImShort&HaveAHeight/SizeKinkShush

IAmNormalAboutIt, TimeToProject

I'm also working on a version of this with shorter egos so 👀

Big n' Strong.

Make you feel small and maybe helpless who knows ;) wink wink wink

Ohoho but what if we go into specifics-

Google 'Upgraded' his bodies when he realized that you like feeling small. Official Big Motherfucker Energy. He's already strong, so ;).

Dark's form is malleable, being an eldritch entity and all. He adjusted his height early on in his existence to spite Actor. When he learns you like em big, he adjusts accordingly. Man likes to loom over you before he starts anything kinky.

Wilford was always a big bitch. The Colonel had a vibe of 'Big Edwardian Boxer/Strongman' so it checks out that he's a big dude. Pink swirly chest hair. Loves to pick you up. Bear hugs.

Yancy has that bottom energy so getting to dominate a big boy is 👌 He loves it that you are smaller than him, but the size difference makes him want to brat so you gotta lay down the law. He also found it hot when you handed him his whole ass in the prison fite despite the size difference, so 👀

Heist!Mark finds his size to be a bit problematic in the more delicate thieving that you do, but it helps to have muscle for the dirty parts or if you have to 'negotiate'. He's cocky about it when he learns you like it. He's also into risky fun times so he likes to drag you to the side during heists and uh... ya know. ;)

Illinois uses his size and strength in a similar way to Heist, to 'negotiate' problems. He will absolutely grab you and carry you through dangerous traps, all the while teasing you about how small you are/essentially calling you a damsel of sorts.

Engineer!Mark forgets how big he is, sometimes. It's not a problem until he gets stuck in a vent or can't maneuver in a section of the wall when fixing something. Insert 'Step-Captain' joke here

He has switchy? soft!dom vibes, and will use that size against you to make you feel small. Smh Captain, can't believe you got out-maneuvered by your lead engineer. Don't think about the 'Don't.' with big Engineer. ;)

Actor... purposefully made himself taller at one point, once he gained a handle on the malleablility of his new body and command over the void. He's vain about it, but he gets proud once he notices that you like it. 'Perfect specimen' talk. Man is a switch and very weak to praise in both states so bring up the size difference.

Murdock. Woooo Murdock. Okay. Talked about him before. Big, Strong Motherfucker, you know my plans for the one thing. I AM NORMAL ABOUT IT. His size and strength makes transporting victims easier. Might have had a stint as a volunteer firefighter or an EMT so he knows how to move people. It also makes manhandling them easier, which was hotter than you thought it should be when you saw him do it the first time. He also wears the FUCKIN BOOTS still, so they add another 2 inches on his ass. This fucker is the one to use his size and strength against you because he knows that you like it. Chases, etc.

Big men you can dominate AND lift you into the air/against a wall to wreck you stupid. Heh.

i meaaan i can't judge you, i'm tall and i have the same kink soooo 🤝🤝🤝 let's bond i had this sitting in my inbox for a minute i am so sorry, it's been busy lately T_T

☆ google ☆

fuckyouuuuu BIG GOOGLE IS DOING SOMETHING TO ME i haven't thought about it a lot or anything 😳 but he absolutely upgrades his body to use it against you. and if you like him bigger to work alongside how he's already inhumanly strong??? god, you couldn't feed his superiority complex any better by doing this

☆ dark ☆

he does like to loom doesn't he? the best part about dark, i think, is his confidence. he was looming even before he adjusted his size, it's all in the looks he gives you. he's perfected the art of looking down at you and you could be right at his eye line and still feel like he's towering above you

☆ wilford ☆

one of the biggest boys, absolutely. ohmygod pink curly chest hair hggnjsdh wanna stick my face in it he fucking loves to pick you up, to spin, to carry, you name it and he's doing it for you or just doing it for the hell of it. also yes, agree on the strongman vibes, especially with the suspenders

☆ yancy ☆

my baby,,, god yeah, i'd like to think he's very aware of his size and is used to using it in prison to get his way so when you come along and kick his ass he's literally like 😳😳🤩 yancy was made to get dominated who said that

☆ heist ☆

the thought of him being bigger than you think—i like to imagine that before the two of you linked up for the heist, you had an entirely different picture in mind of him based on his track record, he does not look like the kind of guy that can sneak as well as he does—is hgnngg. he absolutely likes to use his size to drag you where he needs to if someone gets close to spotting the two of you

☆ illinois ☆

illi and his biddies,,,big ol' boy. god, hanging onto his back as he carries you across a strong stream, feeling his muscles flex beneath his shirt. i have not been swayed, i have NOT

☆ engineer/space ☆

PFFT what're you doing, step-captain i'm sorry i had to, anyway—my baby boy has some of the biggest switch vibes, i don't make the rules. i don't imagine him being super big, aside from arms i firmly believe and agree with the idea he's hiding away some absolute guns beneath his jumpsuit. and he has a couple of inches on you so when he's in a more dominant mood, he likes to crowd you against walls :)

☆ actor ☆

the bastard himself, he is so vain and absolutely lives for you to praise him over his looks. second biggest switch vibes and any compliments you pay him just fuel his need to be the best he can be

☆ murdock ☆

if you're normal about it, i'm normal about it 😏 fuckkk absolutely love the volunteer firefighter or EMT idea godd that's doing things to me shut up you didn't see anything chief manhandler for sure, he needs to be able to move his victims wherever he wants to, after all. can definitely pick you up, maybe even put you on his shoulders. fufcjccj getting chased by him, those fucking boots I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

#ask.txt #clowncanons ☆ #search engine ☆ #chromatic aberration: on ☆ #mustachioed menace ☆ #jailbird ☆ #ocean's 11 reject ☆ #indiana jones fanboy ☆ #interstellar stunner ☆ #bastard ☆ #cereal killer ☆ #mild.txt

[superbellsubways]

I really wanted to draw him with his eyes visible

#he has Homophobia in his eyes ❤️ /ref #swirly eyes superiority #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #spamton #spamtober #digital art #doodle #eye strain #yes im a fawful fan how did you know?? #sprite edit #sprite art #i forgot i added that there

[podcastbigbang]

[ID: A drawing of Jon and Martin from the Magnus Archives. Jon is a thin Pakistani person with medium brown skin and long, curly, greying black hair pulled into a ponytail with a purple ribbon. He has a short beard, and heterochromia with one brown eye and one green. They are wearing a dark green tailcoat with gold eye buttons and are looking back over his shoulder with his back towards the viewer. They have white gloves and black pants, in one hand is a candle holder with a lit candle and the other holds a blood-stained handkerchief. They have a serious and stern expression looking back towards Martin. Martin is a fat Black and Filipino man with dark freckled skin and short, curly, reddish brown hair. He has small glitches on his skin, revealing the bones beneath his face. Fog flows off his skin, hair, and jacket. He is wearing a mauve waistcoat over a pale pink undershirt, a warm dark brown workman’s coat, and grey pants. He is looking over his shoulder back at Jon with a longing expression. Behind them both are stylized swirls of fog in shades of grey surrounded by grey mist and pale yellow light in the center of the image. Between the two is the text ‘White Shores are Calling’ in a swirly, handwriting font. Below, in bold, all capital letters font reads ‘By @ gentlemancrow with art by @ pocketsizedquasar and @grayscaleskies. End ID/]

White Shores are Calling

Podcast: The Magnus Archives

Rating: T+

Pairings: Jon/Martin

...Don't say We have come now to the end White shores are calling You and I will meet again... Once upon a time, high atop a lonely, misty cliffside beside the sea, sat a haunted house… But Head Butler Jonathan Sims has neither the time, nor the patience for ghost stories. Head Butler Jonathan Sims has a house to run, and if he had his way the only sordid tales anyone would be spreading about Magnus Manor would be how preternaturally superior the service had been. Head Butler Jonathan Sims is also dying... Though he does not know this just yet, or perhaps he simply cannot, or will not. Either way, the truth becomes impossible to deny the day he coughs up blood and is suddenly able to see the very beautiful and very transparent man petting the ponies in their paddock. The ghost is called Martin, he discovers, and Martin cannot remember how he died or why he is still trapped there, but Jon is the first person who has ever been able to see him in all his years of haunting. Both so close to the veil, but on opposite sides, they reach for each other at the point where darkness shrouds the truth of the greatest mystery of the universe. The End. Together, Jon resolves to unravel Martin's enigmatic past, the secrets of Magnus Manor, and perhaps even Martin himself to free him from his tethers to the mortal world before his own time there runs out.

AUTHOR

@gentlemancrow

Just two crows in a trench coat (Too short to be three) who likes collecting shiny things and making shiny words.

ARTISTS

@grayscaleskies

Gray, they/them, probably a sentient fog cloud who cannot handle anything sad. TMA is fun! I draw a lot and take a while to do it.

@pocketsizedquasar

Hiya! I’m Sahar (they/them) and I’m in love with Crow’s writing, ghostly Martin (particularly making him Super Spooky ™), and sexy Victorian coats. Like. A really egregious amount of Victorian coats, guys.

#tma #jon/martin #gentlemancrow #promo posts 22

[angelicalchaoticabyss]

Sheep Demon Cookie

Sheep demon acts innocent and sweet, even for a demon it's natural for someone to see the sheep and view her as weak and pathetic. After all, they're herd animals, they have to hide together to survive. She uses that mindset to her advantage rather for small powers or political power. It all mainly comes down to the consumption of souls. Which each person tricked that's just another soul on the way to being inevitably taken and eaten.

But she's she's not afraid to get her hooves jammy. If someone proves to be too much of an annoyance she'll beat them to death herself, or burn them alive. Depends on her mood. She also just finds a sick enjoyment is taking down kingdoms one soul at a time until she has the monarch fully under her thumb.

You don't notice you're in her game until it's too late. And she views nothing wrong with this, it's just the nature of a demon. No greater foolishness to go against your nature. Everyone amuses her, all the mortals going about their days and getting worked up or tiny things is funny. She doesn't mind the long manipulative wait, she hates fast food and deeply manipulated souls taste the best.

Angels she views as pathetic goody two shoes that don't know how to have fun, useless the lot of them. Protecting mortals instead of using their power correctly and it really depends on the demon and their views. Truly pathetic demons that she can use for personal gain are like toys. A pawn to exploit.

Can she love? Yes actually. She won't love just anyone, so no random cuter than normal mortal is gonna catch her attention. You need to be strong and show that you'll use that strength to get what you want. You'll have to be useful to her, but manage to get close to where she would care about you.

Though she won't chase you, no that's not her game. You have to chase her. And don't bother thinking you'll trick her into loving you for personal gain. She'll know and then show how she's superior over you.

The only mortal Sheep demon currently values in some way is Ube roll due to their similar appearance (Swirly eyes, purple and white, fingerless gloves). She...greatly values appearances, Ube has proven herself useful, she keeps her soul. For now.

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run kingdom #cookie run oc #sheep demon cookie #demon cookie #I love her so much #so evil

[sunaswife]

Family | dad! Nanami Kento

Summary: Kento’s emo teenage son is going through some things

Warning: fluff, slight angst, Nanami being a good fucking dad :’)

🔪: I wish I had a dad lol

Nanami couldn’t help but jump when he heard the front door of his house slammed close. He peered out of the kitchen to see his son running up the stairs clearly distressed. Nanami sighed and left his precious tea behind to see what was wrong like a good father should. Your son’s door was closed and there was a red and white ‘KEEP OUT’ sign outside. My Chemical Romance was playing loud from inside the room bringing a form of nostalgia to Nanami.

He tried to hide his small smile and he knocked on his sons door. “Kyo..is everything okay?” He asked, instantly your son panicked and tried wiping away the eyeliner off from their eyes, they didn’t know Kento came home early. “Um leave me alone dad I don’t feel good.” They lied.

“Your moms makeup wipes can help with that.” Kento leaned on the doorway and pointed out causing Kyo to panic. What would their father think? They knows how strict and serious their father is, would Kento judge them? “D-dad I— I can explain.” Kyo said quickly and shut off the music. “Explain then.” Kento said and sat on the swirly chair, their father naturally had this serious aura which intimidated Kyo. They immediately wanted to shut down but decided it was now or never. “I like listening to this type of music and I like the way they dress and do their makeup, when I do my makeup like this I get stares and the kids at school whisper and I feel sad. I’m a loner, nobody wants to be friends with me. I don’t know how else to explain how I feel, you wouldn’t understand and I can’t even understand what I feel.”

“Oh I understand and you not understanding yourself is normal.” Kento nodded leaving Kyo confused, “Dad, you’re a sorcerer you don’t have a social life.”

“Okay now that’s offensive.” Kento pointed out, “I had the emo hair and all that jazz. I was the silent and ‘mysterious’ type at school. I just thought I was pretty reserved.” He shrugged. “Who called you silent and mysterious?” Kyo tried to stifle a laugh. “Your mother did.” He simply said. “Oh no I don’t wanna hear a cringey love story.” Your son covered their ears. “Don’t worry no love stories. But you’re not alone Kyo. It was the same for your mother before she transferred to Jujutsu Tech. She had the crazy hair that changed color every other month, a fiery personality and she didn’t take shit from anyone. She was the odd one out and that’s how we bonded. We shared an interest in music and always argued which band was superior. Your mother was a Green Day fan when I preferred My Chemical Romance.”

“Woah no way dad, it seems like you know your stuff.” Kyo said, “Of course I know my stuff, that box of CD’s are mine. I’m assuming you found them in the basement?” He motioned to the box by their bed. Kyo faces heated up and they nodded, “Sorry for not asking.”

“It’s fine. Wanna check out the clothes your mom and I used to wear?” He asked and his heart melted when his sons eyes lite up. “First fix your eyeliner.” Kento left and came back with makeup wipes. “You’re not mad I wear makeup..?” His son asked, “I don’t care, it’s how you want to express yourself. Who am I to judge?” Kento began wiping the smeared makeup away. When his sons face was clean he pulled out your eyeliner and eyeshadow from his pocket. “There.” Kento said and handed it to his son. Kyo tried to not get emotional and they began fixing their eyes to how they liked it. Kento sat on their bed patiently waiting as he skimmed through the old albums and vinyls he put away over a decade ago.

When Kyo’s makeup was finished they turned to look at Kento and Kento smiled. “You look just like your mom.” He said a ruffled their hair. “I look like a girl?”

“No you look like you. Unless you want to look like a girl then that’s fine too.” Kento said as he lowered the stairs to the attic. “Well my pronouns are they/them.” Kyo said. “Ah..do you get offended when your mother and I call you son? We can easily switch the ‘he’ to ‘they’.” Kento helped them up the attic. “I don’t mind ‘son’ if it’s you guys.” They said. “Understood.” Kento gave a slight nod.

“It’s surprisingly easy to talk to you. I usually opened up with just mom.” They said. “I can be a little cold and reserved at times. But I’m glad we got to talk just us two, just know that I love you.” Kento turned his head and continued looking for the boxes of clothes. “Aha.” He said a swiftly pulled out the dusty box. He found another and one more. The two carefully took them down from the attic and placed them in the living room.

Outfit after outfit, Kyo was in love. They couldn’t imagine you or their dad wearing any of these but at the bottom of the box was another box. Dr. martens to be exact and it was full of Polaroids. “That’s you?” Kyo pointed and Nanami nodded. “That’s mom?” Kyo asked and he nodded once more. “Oh my god you both were so cool! ....what happened?” They asked earning a look from their dad.

“My my this brings back memories.” You sighed as you took your shoes off at the entrance, you dropped your bag and sat next to your husband. “M-mom I—“ “You’re fine.” You smiled causing Kyo’s eyes to water. “I had a feeling this would happen.” You said, “Is that why you told me to store everything instead of throwing it away?” Your husband asked and you nodded. “I always wanted you to go through an emo phase.” You told your son. “It’s not a phase mom.” They said and you grinned. “I said the same thing. Now go on and model the clothes! I’ll wash them after.” You said and Kyo nodded and left with an outfit.

“Our son wants to be referred as they/them.” Kento said as you cuddled into his chest. “Then don’t call them son.” You replied. “They said son was okay only if us two say it.” Kento defended himself and you nodded. You both heard footsteps coming and turned your attention to your son. You began clapping like crazy and screamed. “That’s my child!” You said proudly. “Our child.” Kento nudged. “Fine. Our child.” You mocked causing Kyo to laugh. “Spin!” You encouraged and they did. “The creepers give your outfit an extra oomp.” You said causing Kento to shake his head. “I like how you took your moms chains and combined them with my old jeans. The Rob Zombie shirt is a nice touch.” Kento said.

“Thank you both again..” Kyo said with a small smile. “Thank you for being such an amazing kid.” You said as you reached into your pocket. “I got this letter in the mail. Middle school is almost over and you’ve been invited to go to Jujutsu Technical Institute. You’ll see Gojo sensei and Itadori sensei everyday.” You said causing Kento to groan.

Theirs eyes widened and they gave a firm nod.

“Let’s do it.”

“Jujutsu tech better welcome their first ever non-binary sorcerer with open arms or else mama bear will tell off the elders.”

“That’s not necessary mom.”

“It’s necessary.”

“You too dad?”

#nanami kento #Nanami fluff #jjk nanami #nanami imagine #nanami jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #nanamin

[silvermuffins]

Pokemon Legends Arceus: because i sold my soul to nintendo long ago

Truth be told I preordered this game the moment it was available and downloaded it ASAP. And then proceeded to not touch it. ADHD brain. Lack of time in between other things. Part of me screaming that I should finish a game before starting another. The stars weren't right. Couldn't do it. Stars, man. Stars.

But today my lifelong love has returned to me, and today we fight to the death!

i haven't even opened the game yet ftr. but i HAVE closed the one i'd been playing, so i'm ready to go.

leeeet's do this

shiny light and i expect to hear "open your eyes...wake up, Link!"

oh shit, beyond both time and space, gold, is this the collective unconscious

hello god its me margaret

i do not know how much of my appearance i'll be able to change later....as for name. hm. i picked a very unjapanese look, but i do want a japanese name... [much working ont hat later] Eiko

wait this is a fucking isekai?

like god is telling me a world in which pokemon is gonna be strange to me

yooooo EIKO ISN'T FROM POKEMON WORLD

maybe i shouldn't have gone with a japanese name lol too late now

yo it's straight up GOD telling me to catch 'em all this time

YEET

oh fuck there goes my phone

this is now a kingdom hearts opening sequence

awww god took my-- okay dude PLEASE tell me you didn't download any sketchy apps i JUST got this phone

rude

what is that thumping

i FELL OUT OF THE SKY

strange hat man thinks I'M the weird one for falling out of the sky

which tbf i probably am

also tf is that thundery swirly thing in the sky over there are we just gonna fucking ignore that?!

if im not from the pokemon world why does my teeshirt have a luxury ball on it

"a bit of a pickle"

"a bit"

NO SHIT DUDE

i just told you i don't have an acquaintance around here why would you think i have somewhere to stay

NO I AM NOT SURE I WILL SURVIVE

holy shit my guy my dude

expressive protag tho, very nice, that was a very clear look of oh fuck im screwed

the starters just patiently waiting to be acknowledged

"almost as if they knew" yup okay then they knew and there's some destiny bullshit going on

i mean i guess i WAS literally sent by god

siiiigh I know what a pokemon is but Eiko has to get the tutorial

im amazed strange hat man even considered i might not know

currently stalling while i try to pick a starter

Laventon.....okay so the locals don't necessarily have Japanese names we all good

off the starters go again which tbh im surprised they didn't sooner

cant jump cant swim

oh arceus marks my targets ig?

no it's just GIVING MY GODDAMN PHONE BACK

oh sick custom case

god is texting me

this is gonna be the coolest catching tutorial ever

also we're not gonna do a nickname theme it's gonna just be whatever

also thank you game freak for giving cyndaquil its fire back

.....sooooo so far im getting professor useless vibes from laventon, can't wait to ditch him. i got my mission from god, don't need you.

whoa holy shit fifty?

laventon's design is SO weird like what is he even doing

so pokemon can shrink themselves???? ALL of them can? so why can't everything use minimize

....is laventon british? or galarian????? because his speech patterns....

booped oshawott riiight in the snoot

excuse you sir who are you calling old girl

acting awfully avuncular for a dude i met two seconds ago

bla bla pokedex sir i have my mission

BUT THOU MUST rowan's way of but thou musting was vastly superior

he's finally doing something helpful to the kid who just got isekai'd

oh we are FINALLY acknowledging the ominous cloud over the mountain

them's some sideburns

the villagers are, appropriately, confused and curious and gossipy

god has bequeathed me a gps

prelude beach, that's kinda on the nose

as a true jrpg player i am running around talking to everyone before i get on with shit

oh jesus nearly every building seems to be able to be go-inside-able

village guardian shrine has an arceus ring in it....

okay can't enter any buildings yet

my guy's mustache is green but his beard is grey

holy fuck hi lucas

laventon is a foreigner confirmed!

"yeah he's professor useless hang with the cool kids instead"

ooook lucas's name is Rei

somehow laaventon snuck up on him though...

Cyllene. who gave her the right to be so this,

holy shit i have an age

EVERYONE here is sus of me wow

THIS is how we're explining the [POINTS AT OMINOUSLY THUNDERING SWIRLY THING]

just casually discussing space-time rifts over dinner like it's nbd?!

also is it me or are lots of people kinda looking down on the Survey Corps

awww cyllene is a stress eater

we got new villagers out and some relocated bc it's later! and whoa shit nice room

why are there jars of rocks in my room

get this show on the road

thats probably fine

there's so many foreigners here??? so why am i an issue

"almighty Sinnoh" what the fuck

there's actually a shitton of people here

okay i'm ready to Continue

holy shit cyllene your desk

what guidance did i just activate???

also she really is just gonna yeet me out in the wild huh

thankfully laventon is PROBABLY going to "it's dangerous to go alone! take this"

we goin' Cyndaquil!

hang on time for more exploring

who dat

oh shit dude YOU should be the professor

you could call the pokedex....volo's guide to monsters

oh snap we gonna fight

unsure if stranger danger?

eh it's probably okay he seems sparkly

holy shit that battle music is so hype

whoa potions do a LOT

awww this trial is cute

all done. can't wait to be out of the tutorial zone and just be free

explorin'. when can i trust npcs won't say new things?

i sorta like how people are a little meaner than most pokemon games

finally, clean clothes! and, hat get! am now true protag

i completely missed the second floor when i was exploring here earlier...didn't even occur i might be able to go up the other staircase

hello rowan senior,oh fuck dude wants to fight

oh my fuckign god

etjkrtyfnretr

i love this man

let's just get on with things instead of hunting down every scrp of unique diaalogue

this research system already looks SO cool

im gona dress up CUTE

wastes money to change hair just to preview hats then change back bc i didn't like any of 'em

the photo place is interesting

okay! field time!

i don't have a shitton to say right now im just kicking around having fun

rei can you pls just leave me to do my thing, my exploring is very quickly proving to be more efficient than your handholding

i keep trying to use botw controls

he checks on me, has me check if i have tasks to report. there are 41. got a shitton of points for that. caan i cross the bridge yet?

time to go get a star

Diamond Clan.....hmmm

awww him have pika

oh sweetheart you are NOT gonna win

i want this lady to carry me

and then we took a break for food!

[several hours later]

ooh i get mystery gifts now!

volo still Being

i must go my people need me we are leaving it here for now

#letty plays shit #letty plays pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends arceus #im fuckin cute #and im having such a good time

[oveliagirlhaditright]

Summary: I read on the Death Note wiki, that Light and L even use different or “opposite/rival” computers (I know for sure that they said L uses apple, and I think they said Light uses Dell? If not, I’ll edit it if someone tells me). So I decided to write a story about it.

Ace It

It had been a long day for everyone at task force headquarters, with once again no leads. L had started the day feeling depressed, and that emotion had only lingered after he and Light had gotten into their fist fight.

Now the two of them were finally retiring to bed for the night—well, Light would be, anyway—but the first thing L heard when he brought out his laptop onto the mattress, was Light laughing hysterically.

And though L certainly didn't want to show it… it made his hair stand on end, as he imagined that the younger man may have finally come up with the perfect way to kill him.

If he were to actually die now, L decided that he wouldn't give his only "friend" the satisfaction of seeing him afraid. No. He would meet his end as stoically as he had anything else in this long, hard life.

"Light-kun," L practically sang; and his own bravado shocked him. "Your eerie laughing right now... isn't doing you any favors in making me think you may not be Kira. So, I recommend you stop doing it. And if you've just simply cracked from the intense and stressful day that we have had, I suggest that you sleep."

That shut Light up. And the college student sent a glare L's way, before he rubbed at his eye in what seemed to be a tired manner. "As if you'll even let me sleep, as you continue to type away loudly on that keyboard of yours," Light said under his breath. But L pretended he hadn't heard him, like Light apparently had hoped he hadn’t.

"I am sorry that I lost it like that, Ryuzaki. I’m just exhausted… And I just noticed for the first time that you use a mac… which is hilarious to me."

L already knew he was going to regret asking Light to elaborate on that, and he was half-tempted to ignore Light’s comment. After all, he’d heard before why so many people put down Apple products. But knowing this was surely some other part of their game, L leveled a glowered in Light’s direction all the same, and asked very coldly, “And why is that, Light-kun?”

And it was at this point—after L had shockingly put his own laptop away—that Light pulled his own out from under the bed, to surely show L why his was the superior model or some such nonsense. L sighed, before running a hand down his face. Why, oh why, had he decided that having a pissing contest with this narcissistic teenager was a good idea?

“Well, they don’t get a good rep. As I’m sure you know. So, I’m surprised the greatest detective in the world would use them. They have that swirly ball of death or whatever. But I can also see why you’d go for them, since they have an easy reset, if you ever wanted to take adventure of that. I’m sure you’d love a soft reset with me, wouldn’t you? Where you could send me back to being Kira again, like you believe I was, and we could completely get back to our passive-aggressive encounters in your eyes. So, yeah: I say no to macs. It’s Dell for me.”

L thought very strongly of not responding to any of that. He was even tempted to pretend to be asleep—or maybe actually try and go to sleep for a change—because he didn’t want to have any bit of this silly conversation… partly because what Light had just said rubbed him the wrong way for some reason. He was certain that Light was insinuating that L would happily say and do things but then erase them, since he’d lied about being his friend.

But L didn’t understand why that should make him feel bad, when all detectives did anything they had to for a case, and since L imagined that Light was planning to do much worse things to him. Probably even now, though he was playing innocent like the best actor in a play… But even so, Light had him feel awful now. Surely because he’d made him doubt his own moral superiority.

L didn’t want to seem like he was angry again. No. That was more Light’s forte, when L finally pushed him far enough. Instead, he huffed and glanced over at Light “tiredly”, as if none of this was really even worth his time. And truly, it wasn’t. "I'll have you know, Light, that I didn't get an apple computer for the easy reset. And, no: I wouldn't want to reset your lousy attitude, even if I had the ability to. Since I, unlike Kira, am not a tyrant. I got it, because I've just had bad luck with Dells for some reason and couldn't be bothered to try them again, okay? It just wasn’t worth the time.

"But if anyone should be accused of anything, it should be your liking Dells because they're easy to operate. The God of the New World wants everything to be easy for his coming reign, doesn’t he? Which is why you'll kill me."

As soon as L had said that, Light was on top of the detective before he could even register it: slamming him into the headboard—which was such an act of violence, it only furthered L’s suspicions—while Light was contrite in another way, in looking away and blushing. "If you have to know everything, ‘Oh, Great Detective’… I like Dells because when I was learning English for the first time—when I was three—I did this ridiculous, 'If you want to get a computer that works well, get a Dell!' skit with a toddler classmate from pre-school. And it's somehow a positive memory for me, okay? So, the thought of Dells have just stayed with me all this time, which is why I buy them. But I do think the programming for them is better. I’m not gonna lie."

Suddenly, L found himself laughing uproariously, as Light stayed atop him. Because leave it to them, to have such a pointless conversation at three in the morning and to get so riled up about it. And it did not matter in the grand scheme of things. Not at all.

As soon as L had begun guffawing, the young man began giggling too. And then he was jostled by both of their movements so much, that Light fell back to his side of the bed with a hand over his face this time, and they both finally calmed down.

"We're morons, aren't we? Not unlike Matsuda-san, I suppose,” L finally asked the golden question, as he peered over at Light for just a second—imagining a different future for them if things could be different. “Despite everything, we don't like our chosen PC companies because we’re trying to spite each other, but because we simply must complement each other in every way, I guess. Who knows? Maybe in some life, it is complimenting and we don’t even hurt each other like we do here.”

“Maybe so,” Light agreed wistfully. And after saying so, Light swiftly fell asleep. And L couldn’t even find it within himself to be jealous of how the land of dreams came so easily to Light Yagami anymore.

Unbeknownst to the other… the next day, the both of them would decide to buy acer products from now on—for a certain reason that neither would ever tell the other one.

#lawlight #oneshot #canon #canon compliant #yotsuba arc #can be seen as platonic or romantic really #my writing #Shanna writes #mine #my work

[whiskeyworen]

Thinking about Dean Koontz novels

Recently I’ve been getting back into reading my favorite Dean Koontz novel series. The Christopher Snow series, the Odd Thomas series, and the Frankenstein series, and Twilight Eyes. Anyone who hasn’t read them, might not wanna read further cuz of spoilers.  I don’t feel like putting a page break. It occurred to me that there’s a really good opportunity for an in-world crossover, at least, of elements of those three series, if not actually having the main characters encountering each other. First is that the Odd Thomas and Frankenstein novels exist in the same world, since at some point, they both cross over at the St. Bartholomew’s Abbey. Presumably, when Deucalion arrives there, it’s after Odd Thomas has left, but it’s the same world. Which means Deucalion exists in the same world that has bodachs and spirits, as much as it means Odd Thomas exists in the same world that Victor Helios was making New Race replicants. Half way into one of the Frankenstein novels, it’s mentioned that Victor Helios is disinterested in making microorganisms or viral agents, since he thinks his New Race, developed by his BioVision company (and an absolute rats nest of shell corporationas and donors) are far superior. But it made me think ‘had someone ever made an overture to him on other ventures, that he declined?’ First thing that jumps to mind is Fort Wyvern, and the retrovirus project, if not Mystery Train. One was an experiment in ‘controlled’ genetic engineering that would probably have interested Victor for a little while...at least until he decided he’d cribbed enough notes and everything else was pointless...and the other was Randolph Josephson’s pet project; a time machine of some function or other. I’m thinking Victor might have been at least loosely associated, if only on a surface level, with Josephson, for a few reasons. First being that the casket Helios uses to house his next body/clone self in his home has chamber walls made seemingly of the same material as Josephson used in the translation chamber of Mystery Train. While Josephson’s was far bigger, and was used for a different purpose (sending things forward/backward/sideways in time), Victor used the same swirly, red-gold material to house and keep his clone-self contained. Maybe he figured out how to use it on a lesser level than the time machine, and just kept his clone at a level of stasis that cryogenics simply wouldn’t match? I dunno. The Mystery Train events happen a few years or so earlier than the events in the Frankenstein novels, but that just means that Helios was already gone and disengaged from the projects at Fort Wyvern when it all went sideways. It also means that, if it’s in the same story universe, that while Victor was replacing people with replicants in New Orleans, the retrovirus from Wyvern had already long since spread there. Which might explain why his New Race Empire started to fall apart, in addition to the strictures he’d imposed on them breaking down. The New Race members that started experiencing severe changes to personality and actions might have additionally been suffering from the Retrovirus’s changes to the hosts they were cloned from. They were New Race, and supposedly improved beyond human, but if they were based off a damaged, flawed, error-filled design...it would have propogated. And to muddy things even more, you could add the Twilight Eyes ‘goblin’ beings to the mix; shapeshifters from ancient times with a full-on hate for humanity, but who could shift between a bestial, raging form, and their human form on a whim. Things that, when they died, no matter what form they died in, they’d revert back to human to hide evidence of it. If Victor Helios had no idea these beings even existed, then some of the replicants he cloned from ‘people’ he replaced would have had the modified DNA of the goblin-things. Which, since it would have been a side-effect in cloning, might have destablized them mentally or physically over time. Or in some cases, immediately. I’m just picturing a New Race assassin trying to take out say, a prosecutor in the court system, so that Victor could replace them with his own agent...only to discover the ‘human’ they were assigned to kill is a lot harder to kill than they expected, and puts up more of a fight. Maybe not morphing into a goblin, but definitely more vicious than expected. And Victor would just dismiss it as an unpleasant surprise, not knowing these things even existed and that he was trodding on their well-worn soil. I wonder...if Odd Thomas walked through New Orleans before Victor’s empire came apart... would he see nothing but Bodachs everywhere? Would he see them swirling before and around certain people? Or would he sense the New Race’s hostility long before he saw them? Or the Goblins? Would he look around, in horror, to realize half the people he saw were horrific beasts, while the others were as blank slate as marble and full of cold thoughts, while Bodachs gleefully swept between them like summer breeze? Would Deucalion hear from someone from Moonlight Bay, a reference to the retrovirus, do the math and distance, and a bit of research, and realize “Hey, this probably really screwed up Victor’s plans. How interesting.” How would he react to learning, possibly from Chris, about the Mystery Train project and what it did/nearly did/never did/will always do, and how it was changed to Tornado Alley and moved to a different state, possibly because funding for it dried up before it reached finished product (at least, in the fixed timeline. The original timeline, the device was finished and used, which is what opened up the kettle of fish)? How would they all react to learning that a good portion of the population of the world might be Goblins? And the danger they represented? These thoughts, and the idea that all these separate events and people, all cascaded over each other and around each other without knowing, and possibly saved the world entirely by accident, entertain me. Without ever knowing that they’d dealt with each others’ enemies.

#Dean Koontz #Dean Koontz's Frankenstein #Christopher Snow series #Odd Thomas series #Twilight Eyes #In-story-world crossover

[priest89]

As the Author, Should I Record, Produce and Narrate My AudioBook?

This business comes up a ton - "As the writer, should I record my book recording?" - that actually all depends. Recording and portraying your book has unequivocal essential parts joined, that are not as clear as some ought to depict them, for you to have an amazing book recording. You read such inconceivable articles web giving "Yes you can do this, and sort out how," when really it's according to a general point of view harder and drawn-out than most know.

The reasonable response would be without a doubt, in the event that you have a decent record climate, have the right tone and improvement in your voice and as the chief, that you're talented and like that it will require various hours to get one completed hour of sound for a book recording, proportionately an incredibly calm report climate where the social gathering doesn't hear canines, planes, overhead lights, HVAC, PC fan and hard drive commotion, and so on You get the thought.

Continually a writer needs to record their book for both of two essential reasons; either the cash isn't there, or they feel that since they comprehend the material so well and that they made it, that they'll have the choice to pass on a superior voice over, with really feeling and feeling. Cash can be a block, in spite of the more discernible check, a more basic number of times than not, is the maybe restricting inevitable results of experts attempting to record their books in withdrawal, without doing what's focal evaluation, or figuring they can really do it.

The explanation being, that while the writer might know the book fundamentally more if all else fails and absolutely they do, they ordinarily don't have the experience and required voice over method to pull it off, nearby extremely far. They don't accomplish voice over work ordinary, really, and even with much more lavish tone and feature, the deficit of required cutoff and thriving, rule the day and another book recording, that may have been uncommon, is diminished to low to a book recording hard to zero in on, inadequacy of validness and nonappearance of any real sort of market reaction. This overall beginnings with humble USB mics, related with a tablet or PC, making unsound, wild, difficult to zero in on solid and liberal in the mid show up at results-as a side note, USB mics have improved. It's generally the record climate that ruins the story, a more recognizable number of times than not keith thomas.

We've all heard case exercises and book stories that sound like this - overall rough, and the drive to extricate up the sound is close to the corner. We should see express conditions where the writer can be joined and can impact the course of the book recording.

In the event that the writer, actually, has the right tone for the book, possibly they should endeavor to record the book. The referring to ultimately, isn't does the producer have the cutoff, in any case does the creator have the right tone? We've all heard books where the storyteller generally doesn't fit or match the class and level of the book, in such a way where it tracks down that unwanted inclination to attract the get-together. That ought to be a business tended to going before story. Possibly a starter is done and individuals who will give you a generous reaction, difficult to get, may assist with picking this.

On the off chance that it seems like you have gotten certified and positive commitment about your voice limit limits, notwithstanding your method for keeping an eye out for your book, then, at that point we should examine the going with check - recording climate. I can't uncover to you the degree of people that come to us with sound records that ACX will not approach considering a gigantic degree of disturbance and not knowing their rules.

On the off chance that you can do one thing to guarantee recording achievement, record in either an expert studio, obviously the most ideal perspective, or truly ensure that you're in a serene record space. Believe it or not, even in a tranquil record space, your hardware should calm. There is generally what they call a bothering level in all electrical stuff when power goes through the circuits - there basically is. Evidently, even in the most expert of studios with senseless record gear, there is some degree of self bang. This is essentially proposed here, considering the way that the allurement will be, "Good tidings I have the help to do this," and astoundingly in a truly tranquil room, you need to ponder solid ricocheting off dividers, oneself disturbing effect of stuff we just investigated and the way that you're unquestionably not in a sound fixed room.

Not having these subtleties set up totally, prompts rowdy solid. In like manner, a brief timeframe later, considering the way that the individual has contributed an especially immense store of energy recording and changing their book, they track down that Audible will not nearby it, in this way they endeavor increase decrease in Audacity or a by and large jumbled program. A little aggravation decay is fine, in any case when you genuinely need to chop down the upsetting effect floor, you in like way degenerate the extra solid - you don't get something continually. With everything considered, while you may have reduced the as a rule disturbing effect level, as of now the sound hollers out and it's been destroyed so a ton, to dispose of the racket, that different issues introduced may leave you past Audible. For a setback of terms, the sound sounds like it has melodic "swirlies" in it, similar to a dangerous mp3 record of 64 kbps or lower.

You ought to activate a genuine endeavor, to test your sound, move gear around, getting into the calmest record climate you can and a brief timeframe later tune in and take a gander at your reports with some metering modules, to ensure that your sound levels are right. Likewise ensure that the disturbance floor will be permitted and that the general sound of the sound is admirable, and that your records sound wavering, and that they pass Audible, iTunes, Amazon, notwithstanding unequivocally, your get-together!

At ReelMusicianPro, we have obliging relationship with book recording creation and recording of book accounts, with a monster level of voice over limit, music, sound signals and showing assessments to make your next book recording. Moreover, as a Grammy picked book recording creation affiliation, we do everything. From changing and shortening your book and content, to recording the voice over, adding custom or library music, book recording trailers to passing on a completely masterminded and charming book recording CD with innovative business related with the event that you need - We Do It!

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[sasorikigai]

“ i won’t leave you here ! ” (( SiC Yang for Commander Hanzo ))

** misc  angst  sentence  starters. || @yetremains || accepting 

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Hanzo Hasashi has been floating in space for a while now, for no one has asked him to come down from it. He wonders if anyone will - for he’s long passed constellations and nebulas, and galaxies as they all twinkle in the distance. The world was a black hole and he is a comet; it is dragging him ever closer, towards the precipice. No one has noticed his orbit, and he still wonders if anyone will. He has counted the moons as he glide by all the scattered fragments as a moment of great and sudden revelation - something he has familiarized with deja vu of his grim situation - as an intuitive grasp of reality becomes something exceptionally simple and striking. 

It’s not something he can hide anymore, and he doubt anybody except Yang would want to reach out to his lost and headless condition, because overall, his potent blood is running pointlessly and it throbs in his hands and arms, swollen things; leftovers for a time where gentle strangers grow very quickly into other forms. The forms of jagged camaraderie and golden, glowing enemies - in this new and awful world, the only source of tenderness being the past itself; the world may continue to start a storm in his heart, and he would just end it by bringing storm in hers as well. 

He’s been helpless and empty, being plunged towards the vanquishing void, in order to become a prisoner. Not by the void of his own mind crafted, but his own self. The normal lights of the world would become so hazy and swirly like two galaxies intertwining and colliding with each other. The hushed fervent blaze of his eyes are seared almost phosphorous white, as almost-white knuckles claw through the thatch of grass against the squelched petrichor of the earth below. His gritted teeth emits stifled groans, as his lax complexion grimaces involuntarily, as shallow breaths punctuate his writhing frame. The visceral, painful realization once again sparks Hanzo Hasashi’s core - that he may finally gaze into Death’s eyes, as it cradles him afloat the funeral pyre, leading him towards Harumi and Satoshi. 

“No, Yang, you must leave this premise immediately, and that is a command as your superior, not a request -” Hanzo weakly shakes his head, with the look of his face distant and closed off. “As your lover. Please, leave, I do not want to stain your conscious with more unnecessary and preventable torturous pain.” A curl of smoke escapes from his lip as his expression visibly softens, smoothed over by the pain coursing through his body. The deep evisceration across his left pectoral remains cauterized by his own scorching, white-hot flame, but the blazing warmth of blood and clear fluid continue to trickle down, rendering his sprawled form to soak in a thickened sheen of musky stench. He throws a withering, yet pained look at his Second-in-Command, as he attempts to conserve his energy, or to carry himself away from the sundered havoc of the battleground above him. “Command our squadron, so they could escape this island with a minimal loss in my name.” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||    

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ seeking reconciliation with his own humanity (iii) #yetremains

[apictureisapoemwithoutwords]

“Welcome Visitor ‘RS’36, to Habitable Zone - Zad; Star System - Tobias; Dominion - Dāleth Fourth, of the Aphelion Galaxy. Species count per month; one-hundred thousand, unique races. Ten thousand individual languages. And one million possibilities, for YOUR dreams, to come true, here at ~ ‘The City of a Thousand Planets’~.”

Having been to this specific place hundreds of times before, with the same ‘Unknown’ screaming down at Śhadō, from the glittering-flashy-glowy sign; by some new and unfamiliar name, in a grating, cheerful tone.

He should be used to it…

Neck craning, Tri-ombre-coloured gaze snaps up, to peer at the bright-glowy, that dared to startle Śhadō, again! Antennae pull up and back in annoyance to being disturbed. A hiss, high-pitched and long, in a warning; admits on instinct, as upper lip pulls up and over dull black razor shark teeth at the sign; written in the Aphelion Galaxy’s most known language, Shartian, reading; ‘Welcome to the Fabulous Zad’M!’ To remind this ‘Unknown’, they are not welcome to Śhadō.

Wings twitching with unseen emotion, in Śhadō, he shakes them out; like dispelling the displeasing wetness, that falls from the skies. Gaze returning downward, to glance around; narrow, with suspicion to all that exists around him. 

Śhadō reaches up; with his everyday use middle arms, to grab his deep black hood; trimmed in gold. To slip it further down, over his features; to hide away what it has exposed, from his hiding place within. And heads off into the crowd, to get lost.

They’re all so very rackety to Śhadō.

The disgusting species, Śhadō stands beside; NOT buying things, only jabbering away, and in Śhadō’s way; is immense even to his hulking-bulk of 6feet - all 4arms and 2legs of limbs and 2 sets of wings, with the creatures ugly-lumpy-gooey 7feet self; that scents’ of something out of an unmoving backwater planet.

“⟟'⎐⟒ ☍⋏⍜⍙⋏ ⏁⊑⟟⌇ ⌿⟟⌰⍜⏁ ⎎⍜⍀ ⊬⟒⏃⍀⌇, ⊑⏃⌇⋏'⏁ ⌰⟒⏁ ⋔⟒ ⎅⍜⍙⋏ ⊬⟒⏁. ☍⋏⍜⍙⟟⋏☌ ⊑⟟⋔, ⊑⟒'⌰⌰ ⌿⍀⍜⏚⏃⏚⌰⊬ ⏚⟒ ⎅⍀⍜⍙⋏⟟⋏☌ ⟟⋏ ⍙⊑⟟⌇☍⟒⊬ ⏃⏁ ⏁⊑⟒ ⏚⏃⍀.” Its tone is like rubbing two stones together; elevated and grating against Śhadō’s antennae.

It takes every ounce of war training, NOT to reach out, and rip its nasty voice box out; for hurting Śhadō’s sensitive feelers. 

Instead, chooses carefully, to pull out enough moonies from its secure hiding spot, to hand over to the seller, Śhadō is doing business with. And snatching away his new prized possession, in their exchange, before the seller can take it away; for whatever unknown reason.

Śhadō hisses, at the judgy-stares directed at him, for his actions, before swiftly darting away; back into the safety of the busy crowd.

A little fuzzy blue thing, with big bright white eyes, too large for its face, run’s straight into Śhadō’s knees.

His large, dark and light coloured antennae shoot straight up; startled, and Śhadō gives a quick low growl, for this surprise attack from below.

“chleatf 2 quulc, u csealto umja cho -” Soft-spoken, nothing like the gooey creature from before, in yet another language, Śhadō’s never heard before.

Maybe, Śhadō should have turned on the annoying translator.

“- Quul, mechot vag selkelugo joujvougc quoeh quummu -” So quiet, even to Śhadō’s superb hearing, forced to focus intently on whatever this THING, is trying to say, even though Śhadō has not replied.

Pulling his shiny-furry black upper lip back over his teeth, Śhadō hisses; high, long and loud, to make it go away, so he may continue on his way.

Śhadō can sense, see, scent and hear them; even hidden under his hood, as several beings around Śhadō, jump in their own alarm. Disturbed by his warning, they hastily move away; after locating the standoff, afraid there will be a fight and caught between.

Except, Śhadō is in no mood for probing-spying Laws here or anywhere, to fight, and quickly walks around the thing still speaking and leaves.

A great hope it would not follow, as Śhadō escapes all those new eyes; especially the Humanoids, that are much too close for comfort; even if Śhadō’s loaded in weapons, is a weapon and can attack, defend, and kill with only claw to claw.

Among the crowd, Śhadō comes upon a wondrous being who stands above so many. Like a giant swirly mass of stars, out in the empty span of space; an Irken - in royal clothing. The Tallest Irken Śhadō’s ever seen, but not one of The Tallest. This one did not look like those mooncalf’s, Śhadō’s seen in the Humanoid Bounty Hunter’s ‘Resisty Bounty Bingo Book.’

This species is always fascinating to Śhadō, and this one is the most fascinating Irken, not his Kravis, Śhadō has ever laid eyes upon! Towering above all, this Irken is elegant and frail-looking, but they are also intense, so that must mean they are unquestionably hiding all their strength away. Like Śhadō’s Kravis; he too is soft, squishy and frail-looking, but tight-wound like coils, until he is not. Śhadō has seen his Irken witches’ destruction, and it is ravishing and mighty as they foretell of the Irkens wrath.

Not planning on any thievery, at least, not today, having learned it is never good to hold on to, too many valuable items. And currently having plenty of items leftover, to fence from several of his previous loots, slips and grabs, that Śhadō’s conducted on various other planets, along the way. But maybe one slip and grab today for Śhadō, will not hurt.

Nobody here would mind if Śhadō stole from an Irken; because no species likes them. And stealing from an Irken always meant no law to worry about, as they see no such law outside this Empire that dominates them; disgusting.

Pulling his hood down more, Śhadō observes the Irken intimately touch another; who is not Irken and taller than Śhadō, but short then the Irken. Śhadō has never seen their kind before, with its warm brown flesh and lots of black layerings and odd head.

This intrigues him more. Is this Irken, like Kravis, preferring others, not of their kind? 

Did that mean this Irken too is not Empire aligned? It explains, why Irken is are so far very from home; alone, vulnerable. 

Śhadō thinks about this as he follows, a few spaces behind them; studying the pair and how they interacted with one another and those around them.

Śhadō knows what Śhadō wants, the moment he sees it.

Allowing something so unique to be displayed most foolishly, out in the open for all to witness.It floats around the two Taller’s heads; illuminating its surrounding space in shiny vivid colours, even in all the glows of the market. Bobbing back and forth between them as they chat.

The strange species laughs, odd claw things coming up to touch the robotic device, and laughs. A wide smile, turned towards the Irken, as they lean in - Attachment, devotion, worship, tenderness?

Śhadō’s perplexed by the display, so open and bold for the Irken; FROM, the Irken. Not even Irken Kravis has shown acts like this outside the safety of his ship, as if this Irken were that pestiferous Humanoid Bounty Hunter Ӓr’kān; with their forceful, fluffy, courting, wooing reproductive actions… Śhadō wonder’s what they are doing, right now…

So terribly strange. All these beings are.

Of course, Śhadō has no need for such frivolous displays of courtship!

Śhadō needs no one, but Śhadō.

No warm fuzzies will control Śhadō, like his aesthetically pleasing siblings.

Śhadō is strong! Śhadō needs, no one!

“Foolish Mooncalf’s!” He mummers, tone hissing with bitterness. Lip pulling up with the gooey, gooey displays of courtship fancies.

This does not bring fuzzies! Does not make Śhadō joyous with eagerness. This brings that draggy, knotty, empty awareness like being adrift in space, with no means to go anywhere; quietly waiting to be swallowed up. That flighty buzz that takes all control from Śhadō and makes him question everything he knows.

Śhadō does not understand this. It makes him angry, and Śhadō despises these feelings! These feelings that come to Śhadō when the warm fuzzies come, and then they leave. To take everything inside him away, like Śhadō’s a hollow carcass. Left in the wake of these strange beings entering into his tiny view; only to flutter away, just as soon as they have nested, long enough to leave holes in Śhadō’s world.

Shaken from a spiral of thoughts, by a pushy, pushy being, aggressively pushing Śhadō.

Śhadō realizes he has no more time to wait, this is his perfect moment. The Irken and other have taken their eyes off the device. Foolish once again, the focusing not on the prize floating behind them, but on something else, that Śhadō cannot see, between the two tall ones.

It doesn’t matter, whatever it is, is the perfect distraction for him. It’s why Śhadō’s so good with what he does, because of foolish ones, such as this Irken.

Śhadō won’t even try any of his normal tactics of slip and grabs used to pickpocket. Śhadō’s going to go straight to snatch and run. This will be a test to see who is faster, Śhadō or the tall and soft, feeling Irken.

Picking up speed, he slips between other beings, ignoring sounds and voices that get angry for bumping into them. The sole focus is that silver round device. Śhadō reaches up, with his large fighting arms; the robot he wants is too big for his normal hands, and with razor shark, black nimble claws he wraps them around its sleek cool metal and yanks it down, and under his cloak. Not stopping to look back, he takes off. Śhadō can hear them gasp in shock and then there is angry Irken clicking, and some strange tongue, as they call out.

Śhadō is always expecting a chase, when working this sort of noisy, out in the open-angle. So, he tries never to snatch and grab, but today he wants a chase. He needs to fight for his prize. To prove Śhadō’s superior to the gooey feeling Irken.

Except when Śhadō eventually turns to catch sight of the Irken, there is nothing there; no chaos at all.

Stopping to stare overall he can, an awful realization comes to Śhadō; nobody has followed to retrieve the tablet, nobody has concerned themselves with him.

Śhadō wanted, so badly to prove he is better. That Śhadō’s worthy of all he’s accomplished, and without a doubt, somebody cares!

And then the world shifts and Śhadō is right back to the first day of winghood. Killing a slaver and stealing its ship. Pausing before takeoff, to look back at the destruction of his little home, the only life he’s ever known. The betrayal of their aesthetically pleasing sibling, who has sold all 199 of them out, because it’s 1 life is worthy, and all of theirs is not.

And now Śhadō is all alone, because he’s frivolity in this expansive world and, yet, to Śhadō, it is just as tiny, zeroing in as the world becomes just him.

And as rapidly as Śhadō’s world changed before, it shifts again. Returning to the present with its vivid shades of emotions and colours, as Śhadō catches the sound of something there among all the other noise. Somebody is chasing them. Śhadō can’t see them, yet, but further down, the crowd, both tall and not so tall, turn to stare at something around the corner.

And suddenly, they all part, as the Irken and its ODD partner comes into sight. Śhadō’s face brightens, splitting into a massive grin, and Śhadō waits, because they both came. So kind to allow them to catch up. The Irken is far slower than Śhadō remembers, Irken to be. Is it the other’s fault that they are slow or its own? 

The Irken is not even using its PAK legs, that would have added in the valuable distance needed to catch with Śhadō, even with its long stride.

Is it possible, the Irken thinks its height has enough advantages, well Śhadō will prove its height a hindrance and overconfidence it’s undoing.

DAMN, I’m late with this, but I suddenly got an idea on how to revamp it, as I was cleaning it up to post and so, oh well!

It’s not so much a WIP as it was part of a story that I will never continue, as I created it for something that will never happen now. So, it was sitting unloved in google docs. And I saw WIP Wednesday and figured, I’d spice it back up by taking out pieces I couldn’t use and bam!

It’s now an AU, in which Zim is a taller. In fact, he is the Tallest, but, not for The Empire. (My first and ONLY Tallest Zim AU.) And here he is travelling the expanse of space with Dib, Gir, and Computer; who happens to be the intriguing object stolen.

#Invader Zim #Insect OC #Moth OC #Alien OC #Original Character #IZ AU: Tallest Zim #IZ AU #AU #Fanfiction Story #Story #Mi Tales #// TINY Hinted ZaDr //

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Midnight: Chapter 17

Pairing: Clark Kent-Superman/ Metahuman! Black! OFC

Rating: M

A/n: Hey everyone!!! Since I am on lock down and get to spend more time getting these ideas out my head you guys get another chapter! Let me know what you think!

Warnings: Language, Non-con sexual situations, angst. I tag more and it ruins the chapter but just an FYI this serves as your potential trigger warning.

Catch up HERE!

Midnight: Chapter 17

Only the sky saw Superman race across it to Bruce’s house. The team with the exception of Arthur who they hadn’t been able to get in touch with, had been working around the clock to try and find Gia.

  “Tell me what you’ve got?”

Clark’s voice held a tone of superiority that commanded respect even when he wasn’t going for that. Victor speaks up first.

  “I’ve been tracking the dark web chatter trying to find anything that would lead us to who took Gia or where she is. I haven’t had a hit on who took her, but there has been talk about a big Russian politician who doubles as a mob leader coming into town. He is supposed to be meeting with our very own Harvey Dent at a club downtown.”

  “That doesn’t bode well for anyone if he starts making allies.”

Bruce comments

 “What does that mean for Gia?” Barry asks 

  “I say if there is some meet up going down, then it could mean whoever took Gia is involved in this too. Harvey Dent could definitely pull this off, especially if he viewed her as a threat.”

Bruce answers and finds himself leaning against the control panel Victor was currently sitting at.

  “More than any of us?” Clark was still not sure but willing to hear them out.

 “Yes if her power was a direct threat to their plans then why not get her out the way?”

Diana offers and looks over the screen.

  “So what did we do?”

Barry asks, not having a plan himself.

 “I think we should go undercover. At least a couple of us.”

  “Who exactly?”

Clark asks skeptically

Diana smiles and Clark knows he is in trouble..

*Later*

Clark, Diana and Bruce all went undercover to the club where this meet up between Dent and the Boss was supposed to happen. Clark walked in separately from Bruce and Diana who made themselves look like the VIP’s they were and together, although they didn’t have to try very hard to appear that they were on some sort of date.

Clark however came in looking like a more....disheveled version of himself. He hadn’t been shaving all week and Diana did something with his hair that defined his curls but didn’t look as wild as they normally looked. She tossed a charcoal grey button and jeans at him. Left him with a “meet us at the club”.

So here he was in a loud club packed with people, he honestly could have listened to whatever conversation he wanted from outside, but he wanted to have a good look at this Dent character he would be knocking the lights out of later. He leaned against the bar, taking a sip of a drink he ordered, listening for signs of trouble, sitting it down on the bar top, honing in on Dent and the boss chatting it up about two tables down from Bruce and Diana.

  “Well what’s a hunk like you doing in here all alone?”

A petite olive toned girl that almost looks too young to be in the club, thrusts herself onto him bodily. Her breasts practically falling out of the top of her ill fitting red dress he perfume almost fascinatingly  thick, her heart is racing although it doesn’t show on her face. He gives her a nervous smile and politely pulls her manicured hand off his arm and chest. 

  “Sorry I am not alone... I was just waiting on my girlfriend...”

He puts up the drink and takes another sip, hopefully to imply to her that he is not interested. 

  “Are you sure you don’t want to be alone? I am alone tonight but I don’t want to leave that way.”

She flips her hair over her shoulder, and he backs away again, only now he begins to feel odd. His head begins to swirl, he clears his throat, takes another drink but it doesn't help.

  “I appreciate your obvious interest but I cannot join you. I..I’m just going to go.”

Clark pulls away and stumbles off to the bathroom, unawares to Diana and Bruce.

He stands at the sink as the last man exits the restroom. He throws water in his face, but his head begins to ring. He feels weaker by the second as he is holding on to the sick tightly but it doesn’t break under his hands which it should under normal circumstances. 

The lights in the bathroom flicker and shut off for a moment. When they come back on the blonde woman is standing behind him, jibbing his neck with a syringe and it’s lights out for Clark Kent...

*1 hours later*

  “I told you the plan would work!”

Clark was slowly coming to, but still felt weak. The voices he was hearing sounded familiar, but it couldn’t be.

  “See look he’s even waking up now. Goody!”

There was an excited clap and then an annoyed grunt.

  “Oh please Tanya don’t act like you aren’t excited. I mean wait until we tell the boss man we caught fucking Superman. He's going to lose his shit!”

  “When will he get here?”

The second voice is also familiar but not as much as the first. The first had kept him up many nights looking for it. Clark’s eyes pop open to find not only the dark haired girl from the club looking at him but his Gia as well. 

Only something was off about her. Her eyes held no warmth looking at him. Her smile is wide, but manic. It was if she had become unhinged in the week she had been missing. Clark quickly realizes he’s chained down. Heavy duty chains it seems because they won’t budge as he tugs so he can grab Gia and get out of wherever they were. To his confusion she only laughs.

  “Aww sweetheart you think we used chains YOU could get out of?”

She is wearing a version of her Midnight uniform but it’s not the same. The top is cut way lower and they are short-shorts at the bottom rather than the skin tight catsuit type with the gray detailing she always wore. This version had red in its place. She had foregone the mask and everything about her makeup was dramatic with red and black tinted shadow and bright red lips, her hair straightened. She saunters over to him slowly, also opting for heels rather than the flat boots she normally fought in. Her lips curl upward into another smile as she walks around him slowly. Her hands fold into his thick hair, playing with it.

  “Your mind is interesting Mr. Kent.”

She finishes her circle, stopping in front of him.

  “Gia what is going on? Let me out of here?”

  “Clark sweetheart, they said you were smart. Why would I let you out? I am not this Gia person you speak of, but I mean if she IS the chick you are fucking then maybe we can make an exception and I’ll be her.”

He was confused; she was speaking as if she had no clue who he was or who she even is. The Tanya girl looks at Gia with a smirk.

  “Should I call boss man?”

Gia looks as if she is concentrating really hard, then comes back to the moment in front of her.

  “He’s a bit busy. Still has... company...in his penthouse.”

She says ‘company’ in a tone that implies whoever their boss was, was engaging in sexual activity. Clark could care less, he had to get himself and more importantly Gia out of this mess. He looks her over again up and down, to his chagrin he does appreciate how she looks standing that close to him in something that short, her long legs on display, his mind flashes to those wrapped around him. Gia looks at him, they lock eyes and she raises an eyebrow at him in amusement.

  “I think I should be allowed to have a little fun. I’ve been cooped up here, you got to go out and get him. He said catch him, never said I couldn’t have a little fun with him while we wait.”

 “You think that’s a good idea?” The Tanya girl asks but she knows it’s not. 

  “Yes. Besides if you are so worried go stand watch for the boss and once he’s...done...let me know.”

Clark watches as Gia’s iris light up glowing green and Tanya’s eyes light up the same color to match. Tanya suddenly says as her eyes return back to normal and no indication that her eyes had been glowing.

 “Okay I’ll go stand watch.”

The girl leaves them alone, and Gia giggles that insane laugh again.

  “It’s going to be fun playing with that power. You won’t tell anyone I have it will you? You seem like the trust worthy type with all those goody two shoes and morals you are trying to spin on us humans.”

Clark pulls at his bonds again, but he knows it pointless.

 “Gia let me out of here. We can fight like normal people when our lives aren’t at risk.”

She only plops down on his lap, straddling him, he can feel her body weight as opposed to  normal where he only feels light pressure.

 “I should start off by introducing myself since you keep calling me the wrong name. I would tell you my real name, but you don’t need to know that. A good villain never gives it all away in the first round. Around these parts everyone calls me Synergy.”

Thoughts fly through his mind as it clicks that Gia truly has no clue who she is and that does not bode well for him. In fact his mind is still a bit swirly from however they got him here. She runs her finger down the side of his face tenderly.

 *-“How did they get him here?”*

   “Now you are asking the right questions. Although gosh you look just like a goddamn puppy when you are confused. It’s quite endearing. Makes me want to keep you Clark Kent of Smallville, A.K.A Superman of Krypton. Hey sweetheart... Did you know Kryptonite still works even in powdered form. I wondered why anyone would think Superman would be in a club, without glasses, and furthermore that nobody would figure it out, but one would guess that you would turn up trying to find Harvey Dents meeting, just like boss said he would. Pft like Dent is bright enough to manufacture this.”

He thinks and tries to remember how they were able to get the Kryptonite into him, he can’t pinpoint it.

 “A little dabble in Tanya’s perfume, a dose in that pesky little drink, chain links made with the power blended in... all bring us to this very moment. With me sitting on your lap, and you sitting here confused and rampant thoughts about my legs being wrapped around your waist.”

Clark was now nervous because how in the hell did she know he had thought that. She only smiles a coy smile and leans closer to him, her lips next to his ear.

  “I will chalk you being a little slow on the uptake to your Kryptonite exposure. If you haven’t guessed I have the ability to read minds and well as control them. I have been able to read you since you woke up. I’ll mark you down as nervous and horny. How about that?”

 “I wouldn’t go that far as to say horny.”

He tried to deflect, a collected smirk on his face. She only pulls herself closer to his chest, pushing them pelvis to pelvis. He can feel the heat of her center through the shorts she is wearing, and the body was still Gia’s even if the mind wasn’t. He feels terrible as he could feel himself start to harden against her. She hisses as she grinds against him, eyes closed, as he gets harder and harder. 

  “Oh really Superman, so what do you call being on hard between my legs on your home planet? Because here that means you want to fuck me. You know seeing as we will be unbothered for a while due to my little party trick. I say we get to know each other a little better, Superman.”

She runs her hands down his clothed chest, and avoids eye contact. Clark tries not to linger too hard on one thought for fear of compromising anyone else. He pulls on the chain again and Gia / Synergy just starts kissing his neck, trying very hard to will the quickly forming erection away. He couldn’t sleep with Gia. Now while she was like this it was immoral, unjust, and he knew that the true her didn’t want him this way. He didn’t really want her this way. If he were to be with Gia again he wanted her aware and the full understanding about what he was doing to her body, he wanted her mind fully on what they were sharing. This puppet couldn’t give him truly desired from her.

  “Awe now baby don’t be like that. I think we could be good together. The amount of Energy pouring from you. Even weakened is addictive. The sex would be amazing, and trust I know just what to do with this.”

She reaches down cupping him on the outside of his jeans. He groans as she peppers kisses on his jawline again, he can feel himself giving in as she moves her hands to the button on his jeans. He is dreading how her hand moved downwards all while simultaneously anticipating it. The moral war wages in his mind, as her breath fans across his neck and she reaches his cock.

She whispers in his ear again

  “Clark baby,  think about it … we could have it all. Be the two most powerful beings in the universe, it starts right here with nobody being the wiser, join me in the darkness.”

The lights flicker in the room and just as she grasps his length in her hand, gliding up and down, he almost short-circuits as pleasure begins to override all other thoughts but her last words ring some sort of bell in his head despite feeling he was about to say damn it all. Her words that sparked him to think

“...join me in the darkness.”

*Flashback*

Her heart rate was ticking up. The thin walls between her room and his made it impossible for him not to hear her. She had started moving around on her bed. He could smell the sweat that had formed on her skin. The whimpering began and that was his queue to get up from his bed.

He normally spent most of his time at Lois apartment, but with bringing Gia home, he had taken responsibility for her. He could just leave her on his mother's doorstep for her to take care of. Clark could have and his mother would have been okay with doting on her, but the truth was he liked being around Gia. When she was not having any episodes she actually has the most calming energy coming from her. Clark doubted that she even recognized that she did but he enjoyed that beyond all the hurt and healing she was a very cool, level headed person. He also knew she would be able to really take flight, fly on her own once she healed. However, he was still nervous that she wouldn’t be able to heal. Worried... worried that maybe she would lose control and he couldn’t get to her in time. She was more powerful than she realized and he feared that if he couldn’t help her, she would be the next villain he had to fight. The potential that she had in her power was phenomenal and he would much rather have her as an ally rather than an enemy. 

Beyond the obvious threat of her, he felt himself being drawn to her. He didn’t want to watch her suffer. This was one of the reasons he was getting up in the middle of the night to check on her. She was having a nightmare again.

He steps into her room slowly and quietly, as her head tosses to the side and her chest heaves in her tank top, she is no longer under the blanket, having tossed it to her knees. He doesn’t pull the sheets back up, afraid of her reaction if she felt constricted. Instead he sits next to her, saying her name and trying to wake her with light shaking. She gasps and bolts upright, and he barely has enough time to move his head out the away before she would have run into it. Gia looks around frantically, looking for an exit. She barely registers Clark sitting next to her.

   “Hey, hey, hey. It’s alright. You are okay, You are safe.”

She looks at him tears in her eyes and bright red energy swirling on her fingertips, and fear radiating off of her. As realization sets in that she is safe she lets her head fall onto his chest, and he wraps his arms around her. This had become the habit that had formed between the two of them. 

  “These have got to stop.” She whispers and tries to let the scent of him relax her, though she never admits that out loud.

  “Feel like sharing what this one was about?”

She huffs and pulls away from his arms. Her head falling back on the pillow she had been laying on. Clark makes himself more comfortable, sitting with his torso against the headboard in the space next to her.

 “It's just more of the same. The same bullshit I’ve been dreaming about since I got here.”

 “Have you tried the breathing techniques that the therapist recommended?”

 “Yes. I have tried it all. It’s no use, I am broken Clark.”

  “No, I don’t think you are broken. You are definitely out of sorts but not broken.”

 “If you saw the sick shit in my head you wouldn’t say that.”

 “I don’t need to see anything in your head to know that what I said is true Gia.”

She has turned so she is in a ball facing away from him. He can’t hear it in her voice but he can smell her tears. He brushes a hand down her arm, she shies away, he doesn’t admit out loud that it hurts his feelings slightly. It hurts him more to see how small she tries to make herself in the ball. He wanted to pull her into his lap, but  he doesn’t want to violate her space. He could only imagine how much that had happened before he got to her. 

  “I was relishing in their screams, watching as I tortured people. I was HAPPY that they were dying by my hands.”

Clark says nothing as she begins crying again,  her strained voice continues talking.

 “What if they’ve turned me down the wrong path? What if I am only delaying the inevitable and I am going to be dark and evil?”

 “To use your colorful language. That’s bullshit. You make the choice to be good or bad.”

 “That’s easy for you to say. Your moral compass is so straight, it’s a fence.”

 “Sometimes but I hate to bust your bubble, but I’ve got my demons too. Nobody, not even me is perfect. I have had those same dreams, lived with the fears that one day power consumes me and I become exactly what people feared I would be from the beginning and that is a threat to all humans.”

She finally turns to him, surprised that he would admit something like that out loud to her. 

 “How do you handle all of that? Knowing what you are capable of and still remain good?”

 “I remember what and who I am fighting for. I remember those that love me. What would it happen if I went dark? I let them be my guide, pull me out so to speak.”

She looks up at Clark who is staring down at her.

“That’s just it Clark, I don’t have that support system like you do. What if I do get dragged into the dark? What if I lose myself and become the big bad you have to end? ”

He sighs and he can still hear her crying, his head dropping back to the headboard with a small thunk. He didn’t like thinking about that. He opens his arms and lets her make the choice like he always did, she does as she always does  pulls herself upwards into the hug. Feeling evermore a small child, in a big world. He made the world smaller for her, even in her tears she now felt safe right in his arms. 

  “You’ve got to promise to put me down if I ever go there. Don’t let me become the monster they tried to make me.”

He just hugs her tighter and she tries to burrow down further into his chest, tears on his shirt.

  “Yes you do have support. I will do everything in my power to pull you out of the darkness. I won’t ever just leave you there.”

  “Scouts honor?”

She says jokingly but still sad. Clark just slightly tightens his arms and responds.

  “I promise you Gia, I will be your support system, I will always pull you out of the Darkness.”

*End Flashback*

Gia/Synergy is moving her hand up and down the length of him and Clark forced himself to focus. He starts letting moments and images fly by in his head of all the good moments they shared together. He starts with her rescue and how she felt in his arms. He can tell that she is reading his mind because her hands falter as do her lips on his jaw. He continues on, thinking of how they trained together, how he feels watching her, the joy she has at mastering a new part of her talent. He focuses on the love he has for her and pushes it to the forefront of his mind. By now she jumps up, off of his lap, holding the sides of her head.

  “Whatever you are doing Superman, knock it off!”

  “I don’t think I will.”

He felt bad that his love for her was causing her pain, but he needed her to understand that he wasn’t giving up on her. 

Gia /Synergy tosses herself into a wall, slamming harshly as her breathing turns ragged, she is in a panic because she doesn’t understand why she has all of these feelings and thoughts. Why did she have all of these memories with Superman? Her brain felt like it was being torn in two as repressed memories and feelings came up, clashing with the things she has been told. Was he lying to her? We’re these false memories?

 He couldn’t be lying because the counterpart to these memories were coming up for her in her mind.  

Fuck it hurts her. Her face feels wet but she can’t wipe them. Why was she crying? She feels paralyzed as memories of her mother and his mother and Lois run through her head. She felt all the hurt and pain again, just as fresh as if they had just happened. The battle rages in front of Clark and he knows he has to use the one thing that he didn’t want to but it was clear she was breaking down and all she needed to do was remember.

He thought about all of the memories he had with their son. Lingering on how she and Kalen bonded and her holding him in her arms. How he felt to see her hold their son, how he wanted their family back. 

  “Come on Gia, Kalen needs you back. I need you back.”

This triggers almost every moment good or bad she has had with Kalen since he was born. 

Clark worries as Gia sobs painfully, but then breathes a sigh of relief when her head finally pops back up with watery red eyes.

“Clark?!” 

A/N: What did y'all think? If its not obvious I included the tag because Clark, while he is clearly more than attracted to Gia here, for some this can be triggering because he is tied to a chair and if you squint because he was there against his will, her touching him is non-con...

I felt I owed a brief explanation so here you go. I hope nobody was too offended and if you were let me know privately, please don’t troll the story.

I LOVE feedback and it makes my day so thank you to everyone who shows me and my story love, because it is truly appreciated.

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"you're just you" - Ibelin vs Latte

I'm a staunch Arwin x Latte supporter, and so often times I've been thinking about Arwin x Ibelin, just to see another POV angle of what could have been.

There are times when I read Arwin x Latte moments and I said to myself, he's supposedly to flirt with Ibelin instead and my heart starts to ache. and I determined to prove that Latte is a FAR SUPERIOR CHOICE (yes, I went on imaginary shipping war with myself. it's a fun activity)

Okay, so let's talk about original Ibelin x Arwin route. In original novel, Arwin is represented as pretty commoner mage boi who have been helping and protecting Ibelin with his magic from time to time in order to gain her affection. And THEN it turns out that this sweet mage boi is actually the most powerful mage. Lording over all the other mage (like, you know, the sweet boy next door is actually the powerful prince that can instantly solve your problem with bitch-of-a-rival! surprise!)

original novel!Arwin fall for Ibelin because of her beauty, kindness (she helps the poor boy in slums and have confrontation with the thugs who tried to steal it), and being different from all other girls(?maybe? this is usual setting for romance novel). anyway, she's superior from all other girls, so original novel!Arwin can't help but falling for her in every scenes. The Eirene dance ball where she dance gracefully, the Eirene street festival where Ibelin watch the ultimate bor....intelligent plays that set her different from other girls who just like shallow romantic/drama plot. The Eirene's Goddess selection where Ibelin show off her charm with her voice and beauty and make him falls harder for her.

As you can see from paragraphs above. Original novel!Arwin is BORING pretty much non-descript. just a human prop to show off Ibelin's charm as the female main character. There's practically not a difference from him, Kenneth, and Rondemio except the guys with different occupations (but all having powerfull status and extremely good looking) that fall in love with Ibelin who is perfect in everything. You can swap original novel!Arwin with other mage who hide his status as tower lord and pretend he's just a lowly friendly mage........and the story will not change much? since Ibelin is the focus here, we just need that non-descript (but still pretty) guy to fall in love with her and the plot will go on like usual (since Ibelin is the focus here, not him)

There's two critical line in Arwin's flag. 'you're just you' = somehow this mage invited Ibelin to visit his home, and Ibelin finds out that the nice, helpful mage is actually the lord of other mage. And that she's surprised, but Arwin is still Arwin. I will interpreted it as "you might be the magician's tower lord, but you're still the mage that kind to me")

And I'm promptly confused, because WHAT THE HELL that supposed to means? It's not like the tower lord title is something bad? unless if we're taken another interpretation that 'tower lord has awful reputation as crazy psychopath' and 'ta-da I'm /that/ notorious tower lord actually'. so that 'you're just you' line means = even though you're the rumoredly notorious tower lord, you're still my friend (well, he's still one of fish option at this point). And this is heartwarming to Arwin because he secretly thinks that no one will accepts him because he's notorious and everyone thinks he's a monster(?). So he questions this sweet, angelic goddess - if she also think he's a monster.

We're gonna pause a bit and explore Latte's route. As you all (y'all) aware, our favorite Arwin is a crazy bastard who enjoy entertainment more than anything and having ummm...an unique sense of humor, and apparently having no idea at all how to courting girls. Or maybe he do have /vague/ idea, but the line of somebody interesting-friend-goofy friend to hang around with-I kinda like this girl-I want her to like me back.......is so friggin’ blurry that we're not entirely sure when it ended in one category and began in another (and from what we read so far, neither were he)

oh by the way, this is same boi on Ibelin route's above. But instead in story where Ibelin's shining as female main characters surrounded by three generic cut-and-paste pretty powerful males, where his characterization fell into 'Arwin is selfish crazy (psychopath) bastard and powerful wizard's lord but *always* eating out Ibelin's hand' bracket, our murderous bunny get, like, "waitaminute. I *am* the selfish crazy (psychopath) bastard here, the *fuck** you telling me I should do again?" and proceed to wreck his bracket. Of course, bits and pieces of his original character still exist - like how he's a sweetheart when he's with the girl he likes. But instead "Hi I'm that notorious psychopath Arwin, but everytime my gal do something, I'll become devoted mob fanboy with swirly googly eyes meep meep at whatever she does" VS "Yea, I'm that notorious psychopath Arwin who likes A, B, C, and hates D, E, F. What's this? we encounter event D? well, with my characterization, I should go flying in rage, but but gal is here and it'll be /pitiful/ if she's crying, jeez. fine, I'll just let this slide (for you)"

(yes, it's cute to see him struggling like that)

sorry getting distracted there. the point is.....the point is....we like Arwin's characterization, we like how he's strongly struggling to stay consistent to his identity but also getting affected by his love for his gal (Latte) and bit changed for the better (hey, love makes you a better person). We like him as a male lead with distinctive personality instead love-interest!mob that exist solely to fanboy over Ibelin's time-to-shine-with-my-heroine-dokidoki-powaa events.

Which is why we strongly had question about the two critical lines-to-ensnare-his-heart.

"you're just you" = on Ibelin's route, Ibelin is a foreigner that came to Empire and therefore didn't know Arwin is 1. head of powerful faction; and 2. crazy selfish psychopath (since he's always nice when he's around her). She just shrugged and goes "hey you're nice to me. You're my friend" and Arwin goes *Doki* oh I totally fell for ya’.

Y'see, Arwin didn't have any reason to hide his position as the Lord of Magician's. And being magicians are pretty respectable. The /royal family/ even conduct business with them. Ibelin just never asks, and Arwin is not the type to flaunting his title around (power, sure, but not title). What about number two? From Latte's excerpts, Arwin never been anything but sweet and cute bunny when he's with Ibelin (her detractors meet grisly ends behind her back, like Iron Mentalle), like 'well I heard rumors, but it can't be that bad, you're very nice guy (to me all this time)" and Arwin goes *DOKI*. And I goes, hey bunny, you know it's not true, you know yourself not a nice guy, why do you fall just because a girl said you are *not* who you are?

(and sorry guys, I don't think he'll goes 'since I've met ibelin, I will strive to change myself to became a nice docile mage that helpful to everyone. Time for myself undergoes self-change to became a better man to fit this angelic Ibelin *doki* or some pretty sappy like that). In fact, this kind of scenario got quickly debunked in Latte's route wherein Ibelin command Arwin to be nice person to Latte and Arwin goes, like, 8 to -10 in instant. in a sense, Ibelin just told him to KNEEL! and like Latte said, it's too big of a dream. You can probably request the lord of magicians to vaguely crouched down a bit to help you search for contact lens that just dropped to the ground /per se/ - and if he's feeling nice and (particularly) likes you, mighta done it, but you didn't outright *command* him. He might also done it *within* time, like +20 years into marriage and had been tolerating each other for old long times already, but definitely not for a pretty stranger that, like, only been acquaintance for a month (and like we told you in the essay-that-I-don't-know-when-it'll-be-finisheddd-I'm-experiencing-writer's-block; Arwin has issues of being in power. He's rebellious edgy fish, this fish #3)

Where was I? oh yeah. and that *doki* question 'do you also think I'm a monster?' What the. Since when it's an issue to you Arwin? If you don't want other people view you as monster, then act nice to other people, hey you. But to be fair to him, Arwin seems indifferent with other people. He's used to people gawking at his out-of-this-world beauty, and used to people keeping their distance since he's the lord of magician's tower. the only thing we witnessed to support his scary reputation is his brutal treatment to dangerous thugs, which while makes you 'isn't that a bit excessive, dude? just hand them over to nearest guard (which never shows up, oh well)' but not exactly *le gasp!* 'what a monster! *flail flail* horrible! horrible! they just want to mug you and you chop their head off? poor them!' (ummm, I'm not the greatest example of showing compassion, so yeah.....)

So, anyway, even though people generally fear Arwin and might be crossing the other street when they see him, they're not exactly goes into 'hide the women and children!' level. Basically, I don't see what's the fuss and why I must adhere to people who call you monster just because you offed the mugger that wants to mug you. they can fret 'you should be nicer' but I will not cry and wailing pitifully because I dun wanna be called a monsteeerrr so I will goes ’tis me! mug me all ye want so I can proven my niceness and be accepted by the society!!'. And if me, the normal vanilla mortal thinks that way, I honestly cannot think the lord of magician's tower with ego that stronger than mine (and absolute power to back that up) will think that way.

So Arwin getting concerned with society's perception of him, having identity crisis and afraid of Ibelin also thought of him that way? bullshit. He /might/ be worried about Ibelin not liking him since she's his love interest and it's normal if you want to be liked by the person you like too. but society? can bugger off themselves. and Arwin is always nice/not monsterly to Ibelin, so I don't know where that came from/what it supposed to be. angelic!Ibelin sees Arwin went brutal to defend her and goes *le gasp* you monster?! - won't exist anyway since she's nice angelic girl. It's weird.

So let's talk about Latte's route. Latte, as you know, is the empire's citizen whom house is only 3 days and 3 nights away from the magician tower where Arwin's reside, so she pretty much know about his reputation (incidentally, Latte's knowledge about the original novel seemingly contradicts Arwin 'real' personality. She often thinks him as monster pychopath (chopping bishot's head off, chopping her head off - all over nothing). Arwin doesn't take offense from this even though it's pretty much rude (then again he likes Latte, and he knows what's his reputation and know for the fact that he is, in fact, ruthless (tho not as severe as the monster that Latte's imagined)

Arwin never be anyone but himself in front of Latte. In fact, he acted his worst reputation  (= crazy psychopath bastard) right in front of her. Burning her hair tie to get her attention, free-falling force play, insist of calling her annoying nickname that she hate. He also acted his best in front of her (helping her cover for Cano, checking on her and fetching her ride home when she needs it most; actually asking for her /permission/ for a dance! - Arwin can *force* anyone dance with him with puppetry if needed to, but he can't make them enjoying it. And since he likes Latte, he wants her to enjoy her time with him, be it dance, or solving mystery together, or just casual banter. It’s a (BIG) shift from I’ll enjoy spending my time with her to I want *her* to enjoy her time with me too.

From what we see, enjoyment is big drive for Arwin. His friendship with Latte (which including her in 'won't kill because she's funny'’ friendlist started when he finds her amusing). He also making a big fuss upon the super boring play that Ibelin makes him attend - verbally lashing Latte for making him go through that (for 30 mins); he left Latte watching Ibelin's singing contest all on her own and told her to not including him next time for this boring shit.

SPOILER FROM NOVEL FOR AT LEAST +3-4 CHAPTERS AHEAD (where Latte will basically saying 'you're just you' and personal wild theories flinging)

so Arwin take Latte a tour on his abode. His house, his room, his personal perching spot. And Latte seems not really enjoy them. viewing the tower walls from outside? normal room, scary-since-it's-so-high loft space with lots of winds around-you-might-find-it-amusing-but-I-don't. He tried to make her comfortable - providing shield from the wind, providing fire so she's not cold, but it didn't change the fact that while he enjoy this place, Latte might not, and no matter what he do, he can't change it. It's like you‘re hardcore cosplayer frequently attending cons and your friend are 'I don't even understand' but then sighed and said 'yeah, you and your dumb shit, what else is new?' and help making your props/booking your ticket/etc anyway. That kind of old familiarity and acceptance and intimate feels of 'I'm so used with all your antics this doesn't baffle me'

As for Arwin, well, we had elaborating about he's not following society standards (if he is, he won't be crazy psychopath bastard that he is), so we're wagering he's using his own standard in relationship. And since we know he's definitely not doing boring/drab things just to please his significant other, the thought of Latte doing it for him ('I don't really like being here, but it's for you, so okay then') kind of touching. Probably. Uh we don't really understand romance. 

and don't even ask me about 'do you also think I'm a monster' thing, because that shit is weird as fuck.

#miss not so sidekick #arwin hebrim #latte ectrie #ibelin dott #whoa man look at me rambling like a lunatic #this supposed to be like 2-3 paragraphs

[redskull-fanatic]

Captain Hydra

A story about Steve becoming Captain Hydra. An alternate universe if the whole plot of Captain America: The First Avenger, was slightly altered. No Bucky death, no Johann being blasted into the cosmos, and no crashing into the ice and becoming frozen. Just a simple, “American military foils a minor Hydra plan, and the two have been going back and forth a few years after the war.” Should be interesting.

Skull stood on his balcony, watching his Hydra troops do their normal training routine. It was all so boring, dull, uninspired.

Schmidt sighed angrily as he stormed his way back into his office and shut the balcony doors with simply no thought at all.

He paced the room a bit, deep in thought, until the radiant blue light caught his attention. He eased his way over to his prized Tesseract and lifted it up with care. He stared into the light, demanding sort of answer telepathically. Unable to understand the Skull’s unvoiced demand, the object simply dimmed it’s glow.

Schmidt sighed once more.

“You must be confused on why I am upset, hm?” He asked the glowing object, it shimmered in response. “Ah, well, my Hydra army seems so dull. Normally opera and portraits would quench my thirst of entertainment, but even that is not working..” Skull explained dully, setting the cube onto a plush pillow display and going back to pacing the room.

The cube seemed to watch him, thinking of ways to cheer him up. It glowed with a suggestion.

Skull noticed.

“Whatever you are suggesting, perhaps do it now. I do not like my attention wasted.”

The cube hummed in response and started glowing brightly. Then, it shot out a hologram of a figure.

The figure had no colors other than the blue of the tesseract, but Skull could clearly make out it was Captain America.

His new mysterious rival.

“… Him?” The Skull asked, receiving a glow from the alien object, “What about him?”

The hologram Steve was moved aside and two more pictures were displayed. The Hydra symbol and a question mark.

The Skull looked confused, but once all the pieces fit together in his mind he was baffled.

“Are you suggesting… Captain America join Hydra?” He whispered, still in a state of shock that such an object would even consider the possibility.

The cube glowed in agreement, then all the pictures disappeared and the hologram showed a concept idea of Captain Hydra. Hologram Steve was smiling, and once he saw Skull he gave the Hydra salute. Johann was taken aback by this.

He decided to consider what the cube was offering.

Captain America becoming Captain Hydra?… Both names sound just as moronic, The Skull thought. He started to pace around the room, This Captain America is still a new enemy of mine, I truly do not know much about him… He’s idiotic and stubborn, how would I even convert him to Hydra?

The Skull looked at the cube, in his mind demanding an answer. However, the hologram of Steve kept distracting him. Saluting, smiling, wielding his Hydra shield. It was such a strange sight to behold, yet Skull did like what he saw.

“If I wish to convert the Captain to Hydra, I need options. Ways to convert him… Any ideas?”

The Tesseract took away hologram Rogers and a few more pictures popped up. All described the possible ways to convert the American to Hydra.

The first picture was a man shouting at another. Force, Schmidt thought.

The second was a man with swirly eyes, Schmidt concluded that was brainwash, and/or mind control.

The third, however, he was put off by. The image was two men smiling and shaking hands.

He looked at the Tesseract in disgust, “What is this?”

The cube’s light glowed with interest, and displayed more and more pictures that made the Skull uncomfortable.

People hugging, laughing, dancing, talking with huge smiles on their faces.

All were acts of kindness.

The realization hit Schmidt like a truck, and he could feel his breakfast race up his throat.

Forcing his earlier meal back down, he glared at the tesseract in disapproval.

The holograms disappeared and the tesseract’s light dimmed in shame, causing Schmidt to sigh. “I am not mad at you,” he stated, causing the tesseract to light up again. “However, I do not understand why of all things you’d suggest-”

Schmidt was cut off by a knock at the door.

Quickly lifting up the tesseract and placing it back in its proper place, he marched forward to see who his interruption was.

He opened the door slightly, his look of disapproval melted into a neutral expression.

“Hallo, Dr. Zola.”

Zola shifted nervously with his papers, a slight hint of annoyance was on his face. He spared a glance at Schmidt, “Herr Skull, sorry to bother you-”

Skull shook his head, “No, no, perfectly fine. Was in the middle of… Watching the troops as all, what is it Arnim?”

Zola shuffled his papers around more, “Well, I came here to show you more-”

“Ideas for future designs?” Schmidt finished, and seeing the look on Zola’s face he knew he was correct.

Zola was no doubt a smart man, however he’s far too nervous and quiet to truly take any action. Johann had to find him, see his work and hire him for Zola to actually grow a backbone. It took him weeks to get used to looking Skull in the eyes, but Johann is pleased how far he came from then.

“Y-Yes… “ Stammered Arnim as he adjusted his glasses and handed Schmidt some concept sheets.

The Skull eyed them carefully, taking in each and every idea he could. Truth is, Johann always liked to hear about new ideas, especially the crazy ones. For years his knowledge of myth being fact was shut down and called mad, until those dull-witted Nazis took interest in him. He returned the favor with Zola and is very willing to look at any ideas the doctor has… When he’s in a good mood.

Thankfully, he was.

Schmidt nodded at most of the designs, only a few he saw no future for. He handed all the blueprints back to Zola, pointing at the few he disliked. “Either toss these out or better them,” he demanded darkly. Zola simply nodded, sorting all of the papers out now that Schmidt returned them.

He then noticed the emotions swimming in Johann’s eyes, drawing concern.

“Herr Schmidt?”

“Yes, Zola?”

“…  Is everything alright?”

Skull tensed up in the shoulders, he despised whenever Zola noticed something was wrong with him. When all the thoughts and feelings clashed, and he couldn’t think straight. The good doctor has become familiar with Schmidt’s usual expressions and tones. It made Schmidt uncontrollable that Zola knew him almost a little too well.

He huffed, trying to relax his furrowing brows, “I’m fine Arnim, nothing is bothering me-“

The look on Zola’s face told Schmidt he wasn’t buying it.

Skull sighed and spoke lower, “Hydra is boring me, as all. I wish it was a little more exciting. I shall put up with it until my mood shifts. Good day, doctor.”

And with that, Skull shut the door in Zola’s face. It wasn’t a slam, but it was shut quickly.

Zola grew more and more concerned as he left the hall.

000

Schmidt stomped back to the Tesseract, lifted it out and stared into it.

He scanned for any hints or clues, but the mysterious object only twinkled to greet Schmidt.

The Skull sighed as he placed the jewel to Odin’s treasure room onto its plush pillow and stomped out onto the balcony.

He watched the troops train. Getting yelled at by their superiors, obeying every command, when the routine got messed up; they would be scolded and force to do it all over again.

Skull sighed again, his eyes wandering elsewhere.

He scanned the surrounding wildlife, the sparse grass being devoured by dirt, pushed back woods, the entire place strangely being shades of brown and orange.

Schmidt raised his brow, then took a glance at the Tesseract.

It twinkled another greeting.

He nodded, then looked up at the sky.

The sun was in the midst of setting, so the sky was painted ruby reds and bright oranges.

He stared up at it, silently making pleas with his eyes.

He wanted answers, he wanted options. Normally, he made his own options, but this time… He was unsure what course of action to take next.

The sky melted and mixed with the colors, like watery paint on a forever moving canvas.

Maybe the gods would answer him with shapes in the sky.

Johann paid close attention to the moving shapes, trying to latch onto anything he could.

It took him ten minutes to find one; a square.

A red and orange square with swirls of faint white sky, the white was being possessed by the red and the orange seemed greedy to join in.

It was beautiful, but it told Johann something important.

He lowered his head, thought about it, then decided to take the order.

He thanked the gods quietly and marched towards the Tesseract.

The blue glow seemed happy to be in his presence. It shone brightly as Johann picked it up.

Calmly, he said; “… Tell me more about this… plan of yours.”

Thanks for reading! Sorry the format is wonky, writing this on Google Docs and such. Now, I don't know much about Marvel in general, so I'm making this up as I go! Sorry if anyone is out of character or something. Also, once I'm part way through chapter three, I'll post two. Writing this all for fun, and it's coming out nice! Thanks again!!

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