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venture4treasure · 5 days

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“Of course I dream of more”

Words: 952

Premise: Servant!Reader washes Noble!Venture hair. They have a conversation.

Warnings: A bit of forbidden love and mutual pining, but otherwise nothing!

“Lay down,” you instruct, gesturing at the cot – the edge of the bed frame is pressed against a tub of water.

Venture does as you tell them, tilting their head back into the water. They try to look at you, but you’re a bit too far out of their peripheral vision.

Pulling over a stool to sit down across from Venture, you dip your hand into the tub of water, it’s a pleasant warm temperature. You splash water onto dry locks of hair before reaching to brush back their bangs, submerging them. You’ve barely done anything and you can see dirt muddying the clear water.

“Thanks for making it warm,” Venture relaxes.

“As opposed to… cold?” You raise a brow, “why would it be cold”.

“Some of the other servants don’t bother with warm water,” Venture pouts, “I’m starting to think they hate me”.

“I’m starting to think I might hate you,” you comment, brushing your hand through their hair and watching debris wash out, “how do you even get so much filth into your hair? Weren’t you supposed to be sword training today?”

Venture laughs awkwardly.

“Sloan…” you drawl.

“Well… I may have been helping out in the mines instead today”.

“The mines? Isn’t that below your station?”

“They tell some of the best stories! Besides, father doesn’t need to know”.

You sigh in disbelief, switching to massaging soap into their hair and head. Venture stops themselves from whatever they were planning to say to lean into your touch. You chase off the silence by humming fragments of a song you heard in passing – it’s not good singing but Venture doesn’t mind, they like to hear your voice.

“So, do you ever think about doing something different from this?” Venture asks, waving their hand in the air.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, don’t you ever want to try something different? A different line of work, like being a scholar! God, I wish father would’ve let me just study instead of trying to shape me up into some kind of perfect heir to the family – that’s what Mauga’s gonna be anyways!” Venture groans.

You chuckle at their whining.

“No, not really,” you answer, “I don’t think there’s anything else I can do to earn money. I am very lucky and grateful to be doing this in the first place”.

Venture goes quiet, their expression drops into a thoughtful one. They turn over the idea of needing money to live in their mind, it’s a concept so far detached from their day to day life, they don’t really understand it. There was always food if they were hungry, nice clothes for any occasion they could think of, and there was always a roof to go home to. Everything they needed was always there within arms reach.

“If you had the money, what would you do?” Venture wonders, both to you and themselves, “like, a lot of money”.

“I’d find a teacher to show me how to read and write,” you answer without hesitation, “and then… maybe I would travel to different kingdoms. I’d like to dance in those big ballrooms at least once. And… I’d probably find someone who treats me well to settle down with, in a nice and safe house close enough to the city market”.

Venture glances up at you, taking in your face. Your eyes sparkle dreamily, a soft smile on your lips. Their heart aches at the sight combined with your words.

You shake yourself out of the fantasy, “but my life now isn’t so bad either, it could be so much worse”.

“What is your life right now?”

“Right now, I work for your family, it pays enough to support me. One day, I’ll probably marry someone who’ll want kids, and I’ll try to raise them right…” you slightly cringe at your own reality, “protect them if I have to. I just hope I marry someone decent…”

“You don’t plan to choose?”

“I don’t really get a choice,” you shrug, “I have nothing to my name, I’ll probably just marry someone like me. Have kids so there’s someone to support me when I grow old. That’s how it usually goes”.

Venture doesn’t like your answers, they want to see you as happy as you were to share your dream.

“Sit up a bit please,” you nudge them forward, and Venture pulls their hair from the dirty water so you can rinse out the soap. You comb their hair and lightly scratch their scalp as you clean away the soap.

“Mann, that feels so nice”.

You make a noise of acknowledgement.

Finally you’re done with their hair – you always forget how much of a pain it is when it gets dirt tangled in it. You wrap a towel over it so it doesn’t drip onto their clothes.

“Okay, I’m done”, you announce, getting up to stretch.

Venture almost makes a noise of disappointment.

“Hey,” Venture calls out your name lightly, “would you like it if I taught you how to read and write?”

You turn to face them, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “why?”

They walk over to you, taking your hands into theirs.

“Because I think you deserve to have a chance at happiness,” they smile, and there’s so much more they want to say, but they keep it to themselves.

Your face heats up from the touch.

“Ah-” you stammer, “that would be nice, I’d really like that. Thank you”.

Venture glows at your reaction, smiling wide.

“Okay, now help me dry my hair, pleaseee,” they beg.

“You can do that yourself”.

“I’m going to shake”.

“Do not threaten me,” you shoot back.

Venture holds your stare with determination in their eyes and you falter.

“Okay, fine!”

Author’s Note: I realized afterward that this setup doesn’t make sense at all and there’s so many logical issues with the concept but I really wanted to write it anyways. Spare me :(

Mauga is Venture’s older brother in this.

I just wanted an excuse to write about Venture’s hair. It’s so fluffy and needs to be appreciated. And they most definitely would shake to dry themselves and splash water everywhere.

#venture fics #venture x reader #venture x you #venture overwatch #overwatch venture #venture #sloan cameron #sloane cameron #overwatch x reader #overwatch fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #what happened… this was meant to be like <500 words #im not going to do art for all of these #just whenever i feel like it :9 #meant to be a lower effort self indulgent drabble in between other works #something soft because my other drafts sure arent

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goodnightmemes · 1 year

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KNIVES OUT (2019) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ Anything you need. You’re part of this family. ❜

❛ Kids today, with the internet. It’s amazing. ❜

❛ I read a tweet about a New Yorker article about you. ❜

❛ I’m here at the behest of a client. ❜

❛ You will find me a respectful, quiet, passive observer of the truth. ❜

❛ Are you baiting me? ❜

❛ You think I am dumb enough to be baited into talking family business. ❜

❛ This is not how I wanted to have this conversation. ❜

❛ He’s always been the black sheep of the family. ❜

❛ Are you, goddamn, insane? ❜

❛ You tell her or I will! ❜

❛ I know it’ll hurt, but it’s all for the best. ❜

❛ I expect it’s going to be about something, if not extraordinary, then at least interesting. ❜

❛ Does having a kind heart make you a good nurse? ❜

❛ Just the thought of lying, yeah, it makes me puke. ❜

❛ Have you seen her insta? She’s an influencer. ❜

❛ Can I wait inside? I feel like I shouldn’t be here. ❜

❛ So, somebody suspects foul play. ❜

❛ It makes no damn sense. Compels me though. ❜

❛ I don’t know why we keep going over this. ❜

❛ Physical evidence can tell a clear story with a forked tongue. ❜

❛ Can you just take your goddamn medicine and go to bed? ❜

❛ You really love drama, huh? ❜

❛ Why can’t I beat you at this game? ❜

❛ Such a bad loser you are. ❜

❛ There’s so much of me in that kid. ❜

❛ Playing life like a game without consequence, until you can’t tell the difference between a stage prop and a real knife. ❜

❛ I don’t fear death. ❜

❛ I don’t fear death. But, oh God, I’d like to fix some of this before I go. ❜

❛ Hey. You had a long day. You wanna do drugs? ❜

❛ I messed up. ❜

❛ You know, this is an interesting and efficient method of murder. I need to write this down. ❜

❛ There is no time, you have to listen! ❜

❛ If what you said is true, I’m gone, there’s no saving me. ❜

❛ But you have to do exactly what I tell you. ❜

❛ Will you do this? This last thing. For me. ❜

❛ What do you want me to do? ❜

❛ It sounds crazy, but it will work. ❜

❛ Don’t lie. Tell fragments of the truth. ❜

❛ I keep waiting for the big reveal, where it all makes sense. Wouldn’t that be nice? ❜

❛ Jesus, I’m gonna disappear until the politics talk is done. ❜

❛ Something is afoot with this whole affair. I know it, and I believe you know it too. ❜

❛ I trust your kind heart. ❜

❛ Be it cruel or comforting, this machine unerringly arrives at the truth. ❜

❛ You do as I say and everything will be just fine. ❜

❛ Best judge of character is a dog. ❜

❛ I don’t feel like talking. I’m distraught. ❜

❛ People grieve in different ways. ❜

❛ I don’t know what any of that means. ❜

❛ Now, you heard something. Spill it. ❜

❛ Maybe this might finally make you grow up. ❜

❛ This might be the best thing that could ever happen to you. ❜

❛ Nothing good is ever easy. ❜

❛ Up your ass. ❜

❛ Matter of fact - eat shit, how’s that? ❜

❛ The game is afoot, eh Watson? ❜

❛ Please accept it with grace and without bitterness. But do accept it. ❜

❛ You little bitch! ❜

❛ Did you know about this? Were you in this from the beginning? ❜

❛ Were you boinking my father? ❜

❛ In the meantime I’d maybe run. ❜

❛ I’m not on Twitter anymore. ❜

❛ You look like you’re gonna pass out. Have you eaten anything today? ❜

❛ I know I shouldn’t say this out loud, but when he told me, I… Jesus, I coulda killed him. ❜

❛ You asshole. ❜

❛ Tell me everything. ❜

❛ There is much that remains unclear. ❜

❛ I suspect foul play. ❜

❛ I have eliminated no suspects. ❜

❛ You’ve come this far. Let me help you go all the way. ❜

❛ What’s going on? This isn’t you. ❜

❛ You should do whatever you think is right. ❜

❛ You have to make things right. ❜

❛ I want you to know I’m gonna take care of you. ❜

❛ You lay low for a couple of days. Wait for this investigation to blow over, and it will. ❜

❛ Are we rich? ❜

❛ Why is grief the providence of youth? ❜

❛ I’d imagine that age deepens all feelings. Including grief. ❜

❛ One thing I assume of age is weariness. Damned if I don’t get more tired every day. ❜

❛ I think you have something you wanna tell me. ❜

❛ I don’t like any of this. ❜

❛ What kind of blackmail scheme is this? ❜

❛ You regret helping me yet? ❜

❛ Oh my God. I’m just pure adrenaline right now, I feel like I swallowed bees. ❜

❛ That was the dumbest car chase of all time. ❜

❛ Strange case from the start. ❜

❛ Listen, I don’t know what you want. Whatever it is, we can work it out. ❜

❛ I don’t want any more surprises. ❜

❛ God, you’re not much of a detective, are you? ❜

❛ You make a pretty lousy murderer. ❜

❛ You’re a pack of vultures at the feast. ❜

❛ Is anybody else confused? ❜

❛ I’m so sorry. I told them everything, I figured it was up. I’m sorry. ❜

❛ You shared a love of twisting the knife into one another. ❜

❛ I’m warning you! ❜

❛ You won’t get away with this. ❜

❛ A twisted web. And we are not finished untangling it. Not yet. ❜

❛ This is stoopid with two o’s. ❜

❛ You don’t have a shred of evidence. You’re just spinning a fairy tale. ❜

❛ In for a penny, in for a pound. ❜

❛ I knew you were a no good son of a bitch! ❜

❛ And then you’ll see just how much hell I can wreak on your life. ❜

❛ You vicious little bitch! ❜

❛ What the shit!? ❜

❛ I want you to remember something that’s very important: you won not by playing the game his way, but yours. ❜

❛ You’re a good person. ❜

❛ I have my own opinion. But I have a feeling you’ll follow your heart. ❜

#rp meme #sentence starters #rp sentence meme #sentence meme #rp prompt #roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #sentence starter meme #rp memes #rp prompts #*movie

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luckybunny555 · 10 months

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Spidey Gang X Hyper, chaotic reader who always needs saving

Gwen, Miles, Pavitr and Hobie x Harley Quinn/Gwenpool(inspired) GN!reader Platonic and general HCs for the whole group(together)

BIG warning: unfortunately, I have never read any Gwenpool or Harley Quinn comics! Most of the things I know about them are just from pinterest, so I'm sorry if this is totally inaccurate, the reader was mostly based on my own preferences either way, I just did this inspired by them because I saved some cute icons and fragments of comics on my board and they inspired me.

Other warnings: cussing? idk if I gotta put a warning for this, but yeah, very brief mention of wounds

A/N: I made this first one with all the characters together, but I'm making one with specific sections for each character, still platonic

edit: part. 2 here!

This is how I'm healing my inner child, sorry if it seems too childish

How they met you

When you were first introduced to the Spider Society by Jess and Miguel, let's just say it was hard to not notice you

You were so excited, asking them a hundread questions and talking so fast and loud, you caught many eyes just by stepping out of the elevator while rambling to them about how you had been dealing with this whole "Spider-Person" thing

You were so focused on your super interesting story(at least for you, it was!) that you didn't even notice how the four Spideys were staring at you - so curious and intrigued by this new recruit

The three boys somehow convinced Gwen to ask Jess later about who was the new Spidey that caught their eyes

For a while, they just keep an eye out at the HQ, trying to get a glimpse of you and find out more about this new recruit

Soon enough, you all get properly introduced for a mission together

Your excitement was totally contagious, and you were so friendly and fun that it was only a matter of time until you became friends

After that mission, they just decide to adopt you basically. You're part of the group now, no escape(and you were so happy about it)

How they are with you(general group HCs)

Whenever you see them at HQ, your first instinct to greet them is to run towards them and jump into their arms or on their back, and they always catch you(specially because of their Spider-Senses), usually spinning you around before letting go of you

You are a menace to Miguel - he totally hates you, specially when Hobie teams up with you to annoy the shit outta him. But you get the job done, one way or another, so he doesn't really have a reason to kick you out of the Society

And unfortunately for him, the five of you work really well in missions, so most of the time, you all get paired together

They're always giving you piggyback rides, not only because you think it's fun, but because that's how they make sure they know where you are and they keep you from running into more problems

You also get thrown over their shoulders more times than you can count - they always gotta drag you away from trouble because you do not know when to stop messing around

They got used to you always running into trouble, so now their protectiveness is almost intuitive

Like catching you right before you trip, without batting an eye

They're not even that surprised anymore when their Spider Sense alerts them that you're in danger during missions(or other occasions), they just rescue you right in time

You tend to get easily(but briefly) distracted during missions. There's always something colorful and sparkly catching your eye, or maybe something cute like a stray cat!

So you just have to stop for a second to pet it and take a picture with it, leading it away from danger until the others are yelling at you to focus on the mission

Or once, when the five of you were in a fight in your universe, and you ended up seeing a cute little kid with a costume just like your Spider-Suit. It was the first time you saw that. You couldn't resist it, you had to go talk to the kiddo(who could blame you, though? so cute!!)

It was adorable, but you quickly lead them away from the fight because everyone was yelling at you to focus on fighting the villain

Internally, they were melting over your cute interaction, but that should be gushed over later, when no one was trying to kill all of you

They had to make deals with you at some point, because Miguel was almost done with your shenanigans: if you didn't get distracted during important missions, they'd take you to your favorite burguer joint after, or let you plan a sleepover for the five of you, or play some game you'd been begging them to play with you... anything they could bribe you with, really

You couldn't refuse, the deals were always too good not to take. They'd accept any hang out ideas you had just because you focused on kicking the villain's ass and saving people?? Oh, you'll have so much fun planning these hang outs

Also, how do you manage to always eat or drink something during missions? No idea. But you do keep everyone fed by sharing your snacks, even when you're fighting some villain in another universe

That's only for snack though, they're actually the ones to make sure you have eaten enough meals, and not only candy and chips

You never mess up that badly during missions though, if there's something you're good at(besides being a menace and causing trouble) is kicking villain ass

You're always giggling and having fun while you're fighting them, and your Spidey friends always appreciated your excitement and playful energy

You insist on taking group selfies when the mission is over, usually with the villain tied up in a web-cocoon in the background, and they just go with it lol

They'd take turns on who would patch you up after you almost got your ass beaten during more demanding missions(not that they mind it, though, because they do love you)

You keep a collection of cute band-aids and first aid items, like Hello Kitty(my personal favorites) or other cartoon themed band-aids, and they always use those for you because they know you love them(and they find it adorable, too)

And you always make them laugh when you ramble about the mission or something cute that caugh your eye while they're taking care of your scratches and wounds

You thank them with friendly kisses on the cheek and tight hugs, which they love

Your 'thank you's were also taking care of their scratches when they got hurt as well, making sure to clean them properly(because you might be reckless but you don't want any of your friends to get sick or hurt even more) and treat their bruises gently

They really appreciate how calm and focused you are in those moments, showing just how much you care for them(even though they already knew)

During Miguel's meetings and 'lecture sessions', they had to be even more careful with you lmao

You were on thin ice with him, and being bored was not something you delt well with...

So they always have to find ways to distract you, or you and Miguel will start an argument and this will last hours

Sometimes, you do that job yourself. Distracting yourself by climbing on the walls, or sitting on the ceiling, spinning around in a rolling chair... you couldn't stay still for very long

Whether in a meeting or just hanging out, though, they're always amused by the way you're always climbing and sitting in unusual places

Or swinging upside down with your webs

Once you got stuck in your own spider web, they all laughed for a while before helping you get out of it lol

(Miles kept taking pictures of you just to tease you later)(he loves you tho)

You're always saying weird, conspiratory stuff they never understand, but it always gets a laugh out of them

Like those 3am "What if..." theories, or silly questions like "can worms have feelings?"

Or even weirder things when it comes to spiritual/universe/philosophical themes, "are you real? can you prove it to me? how can you be sure? how can I be sure?"

If they have time(like, not during a mission), they'll take some time to think about your questions and continue the topic lol

It's even funnier when Miguel is around, because he's trying to get you to listen to him but the five of you are just discussing whether or not someone can prove if they're real to someone else

It's just like that scene where he's like "no puedo más, no puedo más", hilarious

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bearhugsandshrugs · 3 months

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I wrote a Durgetash concept (a proper one this time) that I like.

A Durge (Liv) who never enjoyed being Bhaal’s chosen. A cocky Gortash who never touched her. A city that despises both of them, but needs them, all at the same time.

Anyway here it is under the cut. Let me know what you think. Maybe I’ll continue it. It would definitely be much, much darker/angstier than what I usually write.

Liv dreamed of death but all she knew was dying. The way her foster parents’ life drained out of their eyes, slowly, the horror absurdly mixed with love as their throats gurgled out sounds of regret.

The massacred bard, Alfira, so young and so hopeful, bleeding to death by her hand. The faces of unnamed strangers, too many to count, too faded to remember, all of their dying sounds mingling into an echo of brutal white noise that waited for her when she went to bed.

Liv knew dying well. Not only by those who she’d killed, murdered, but also by living. Every day under her father’s thrall and command had felt like dying, over and over again, until only fragments of her had been left, jumbled together into a big mess after she’d survived her own sister’s attempt at her life.

Her first thought on that nautiloid had been that she would have preferred to die, but no such wish had been granted. Of course not. Instead, a soothing voice had spoken, had reached out to her, and channeled her with energy so she could give life where others took it.

That’s how she’d become a cleric.

Still. Even after freeing herself from Bhaal, even after defeating the Netherbrain and surviving attack after attack, Liv did not feel like she was living. How could she? Her memories were still a big, unrelenting question mark. Her feelings were untrustworthy. Her dreams were nightmares.

And now, to top it all off, she’d have to decide whether or not she would cut herself loose from all ties to her old life, or if she would naively cling to what remained. Or what seemed to remain.

Today, she would have to decide if she would pardon Gortash.

The Parliament of Peers had asked her for her decision for several tendays and she’d avoided them again and again. She’d started ruling over the city in Enver’s stead, firm but forgiving, too forgiving for some. Not everyone had wanted to see Gortash in the dungeon, and even more had wanted to see both her and him dead.

Liv hadn’t visited him yet. Hadn’t spoken to him. Every time she spoke to him she felt like drowning. Out of all the ways to die, choking on water until it filled up one's lungs was by far her least favorite. There was too much of the world spilling into you from the outside until all you could do was surrender and succumb, unlike other ways of dying where your last breath left you and fled into the outside world.

No matter. It would have to be done.

Making her way over to the highly guarded and separate wing of the palace she once again rolled her eyes over the fact that they’d opted to keep him in comfort in the palace. Nobility might wanted revenge on him, but they would always want to protect their own status more. He would never rot in a dungeon, because if he could, so could they.

They should all rot, as far as Liv was concerned. None of them had stopped them.

She barged into the library he spent his days in without knocking or waiting, strolling in without a care. Gortash was hunched over a book but looked up when he saw her, standing up reluctantly as a mocking show of respect.

“My favorite assassin”, he mocked the greeting he had offered her when she’d returned and interrupted his coronation. “Here I was thinking yet another one of your wretched siblings had gotten to you, potentially destroying the last parts of your messy brain that were left.”

He was wrinkling his nose as he spoke, eye brows pinched together, and water started to rise up to Liv’s nose.

“Missed having someone to run your insane plans by so much?” She sat down in one of the chairs on the other side of the room, then pointed to the one next to her, making him walk over. A smug smile curled around his lips as he sat down.

“What plans, dear? I’m a dead man walking.” He met her gaze and lowered his voice. “So, in other terms, your wet dream.”

“Gods, Enver”, Liv scoffed at the blatant attempt to rile her up. “You’re not helping your case.”

He chuckled and water got into her nose, and she coughed to fight the blush creeping up her cheeks. She hated how her body responded to him. How some part of her wanted him, on a level so fundamental that it scared her. Especially since she couldn’t remember any part of them ever crossing the line of colloquial work, no matter how hard she tried.

“Tell me then: What would help my case?” Gortash leaned back in his chair, still trying to negotiate his way out of this. Of course.

“I can’t keep you here as a constant reminder of Baldur’s Gate’s nobility’s shame. They won’t tolerate it”, she started, thinking out loud. “I can’t sentence you to death because I would be next”, she continued, realizing for the first time that she actually wanted to live. Her analysis earned her a thoughtful nod from Enver, along with a soft hum. “So I’m at kind of a standstill.”

“You could banish me”, he offered, smirking.

“Oh sure”, Liv rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you take a vacation while I’m left to fix the mess you made.”

His eyes sparkled in response. “Fair”, he chuckled. “In that case why don’t you let me earn my redemption? Give something to do. Let me earn my survival. Soothe over some public misconceptions as I work to stay alive.”

She bit her lip. Exasperated, she took a slow exhale, considering his words. It was annoying how good of an idea it was. Water filled up her lungs and she had to take deliberate breaths to calm the rising panic.

“What should you be working on?” Nothing she could come up with would be without risks. If she wasn’t careful he’d simply scheme to unseat her and take her place again. His place.

“Whatever you want, dear”, he murmured, grinning. “Though I have heard that your reconstruction efforts in the city have not been going as smoothly as you had planned.”

“Sure, so you want me to put you to work in the rubble? Carry some stones? Bane knows you could use the workout, you look scrawny.”

Gortash flinched at the mention of his former god, or maybe at her insult, or the idea of manual labor. Still, he nodded.

“If that keeps me alive: Yes.”

Liv looked away and shook her head. “I need to think about it”, she said quietly, rising to leave. Opposite of her, Gortash stood in parallel, hands clasped behind his back.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long”, he teased, “As you can tell I am quite busy.”

She stifled a laugh with all her might and turned to leave. “Behave yourself, will you?”, she called over her shoulder when she got to the door.

“Never”, he called back, voice a boyish charm.

The world was so far removed from her she barely could make out its sounds and shapes. Liv had been dragged under water, drowning, dying, surviving. Oh, how she hated this. Oh, how she hated him.

#enver gortash #my writing #durgetash #gortash x durge #i’m still trying to find a durge i like #i think a durge just hating to be a durge is it

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alicethemadhatterapprentice · 7 months

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From the Specter!Carlo AU of ash-arts-a-thing, I present to you another snipper from my the brainrot happening H24 in my brain!

Thank you @ashes8338 for the AU and @miss-chouquettes for listening to my ramblings and giving so many awesome ideas!!!

Not really angst ? But some Carlo introspection happening, as he follows P around Krat. This takes place before they fight the King of Puppet, probably ?

No beta we die like Carlo. Enjoy !

Carlo was going to kill his father.

It didn’t matter that he was technically a ghost following the puppet made in his image by said father around. He was going to fucking kill that piece of shit of a human being.

He had been following Pinocchio for a while now, and was - as much as he didn’t want to admit it- growing fond of the kid. But also so very concerned.

This boy - he couldn’t refer to him as a puppet anymore, not in good conscience- was growing, changing, and refusing.to.take.a.bloody.break.

Even the cricket was getting concerned !! And wasn’t that absurd ??

But no, Pinnochio was running himself ragged, running around Krat, beating things twice his size, being thrown around, and refusing to stay down. In a sense, Carlo could admire the spirit. Kid had a true Stalker’s soul.

Carlo also had enough brain cells (if he still had them? He was dead after all, so who knew.He was trying not to ponder about his condition too much, it usually made him panic.) to know the kid was heading straight into burnout, fast.

All that because their dear old dad wanted him to be a “good son”, telling him how “proud” he was, and that he needed to hurry. Carlo could see how fake Geppeto was being. But Pinocchio ? Who didn’t know any better ? He didn’t !

The poor sod actually thought their (when had it become their ? When did Carlo start to consider Pinocchio a member of his family ? A brother almost ? He didn’t know) pathetic poor excuse of a father was being genuine !!

So, Carlo was going to find a way, even in his dead-but-not-really state, to kill his dad, and make sure the fucker’s ergo was split in so many parts that there would be no chance ever of it awakening again. Cause fuck him.

It hurt, seeing his - damn it he had to admit it, at least to himself- younger brother running around in pain, exhausted, because he refused to sit down and take a break.

He wished Romeo was still around. Maybe he could help in the “Hey, let’s murder my dad before he kills my brother in an attempt to resuscitate me” plan Carlo was thinking about.

He had to figure something out, but his only moments when he was solid where usually after his brother used a meteor fragment, and that usually meant being focused on fighting some monster way too fucking big. And he couldn't exactly leave and abandon the kid to a fate worse than death and break the trust Pinnochio had in him, now could he??

He sighed, before catching up to Pinnochio. They were about to enter the Opera…well that was bound to be interesting.

#specter carlo au #lies of p #pinnochio #help this AU has taken over my brain I wrote this in one sitting #While listening to the GlooGloo OST of Rayman Legend on repeat. I'm fiiiiine #fanfiction #my writing

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fandom-zoomer · 29 days

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I think I may have come up with the best worst tma time travel “fix-it” au (imho)

Inspired by Ketakoshka's 'dread spawn' idea in their dread child jon series, Dribbledscribbles' origin story for the dread powers and extinction entity interpretation in their extinction!jon fic (and some more of the latter in their post-eyepocalypse fic too), as well as my own love for making unholy (aka fun) fusions of things and sandboxing eldritch interactions with the 'mundane' . . .

. . . I have created a post-canon, Somewhere Else, time travel ""fix-it"" story that I think might be unique (at least I've never seen any fics like it– but if I'm wrong then please please share the link!! or dm me if it's your own work hehe but no pressure!!)

(mag 160+ spoilers after this point!)

(i'm about to wax poetics here (hopefully coherently)—so you can read the story-ramble OR you can scroll to the TL;DR at the bottom to skip it & spoilers to read the nutshell & see if you're interested :3)

so get this...

The big Change happens right? But this time the Extinction is a bigger player in the game than canon, and ultimately deeply marks Jon throughout the eyepocalypse.

So when the finale happens, since Jon is now connected to the epicenter of the whole show, his 'death' and the panopticon's destruction has the simultaneous effect of baiting the Dread Powers into the Hole (via his voice in the spools of tape)– and also killing everyone trapped by the Dread Powers in the world via Jon the walking detonator thanks to being entrenched in the Extinction's influence. —Combining both his best and worst plans and realizing his worst nightmare: killing everyone and spreading the Powers to an unknown number of worlds to wreak even more havoc.

How did this happen?

Simple—but first some backstory for context.

The Extinction was more of a 'lurker', much less "outgoing" than its 'siblings'. And when it was "grandiose", well. . . it tended to leave no survivors. Thus its unrecognition by those like Robert Smirke or Jürgen Leitner.

To go back even further, the Dread entities were originally one cohesive entity with many faces and limbs. Its faces reflected the same developmental complexity as the sources of their manifestation. So those with the most diverse species feeding them held the widest capacities. Namely: the Hunt, End, and Extinction. But being a singular entity, it didn't mean much.

But as human species' family lines develop and grow more complex cognitive ability, more esoteric Dreads developed, and more faces become more complex. And the Extinction was right there from the beginning as more species died out one by one. Quietly. (...maybe? 👀)

Over time humans discovered the Powers and bonded with them, then started to classify them. From here, the Dread entity fragmented into Dread entities.

They developed their own 'consciousnesses' distinct from the hive 'mind' they once were. And, eventually, sapience. Self-awareness. Desires. Personalities. But they were still connected, part of the 'system'.

The Extinction and the Web (newer, but always sapient) are a quirky pair, the Web seeking control over everything and the Extinction seeking ultimate entropy and change upon its catastrophe.

It's hard to distinguish the Extinction exactly, its work misidentified for others with few under its own unique umbrella. Things 'unique' to it get missed due to being a misnomer and not getting clocked. (But that is the nature of the Dread Powers after all.. being a fragmentation of their original singular mass.)

...

The Extinction represents the fear of disaster that will bring about the end of everything—everything you know, love, need to survive. Everything you built, worked for, hoped for. The destruction of stories and of life, of the very history written by your land—your home.

Your community. Your society. Your species.

You.

Annihilated in totality.

The Extinction represents the fear of those that come after you to replace you—worse than you, different from you. Leaving you and your history and stories (the driver of your continued existence) forgotten forever. The fear of life moving on after you, ignorant and apathetic. Your story meaningless, irrelevant.

Your community's story. Your society's story. Your species' story.

Your story.

Erased and written over.

The Web represents the fear of being controlled, fate being out of your hands—by malevolent authorities out of reach, by abusive companions or relatives, by invisible forces far beyond the human comprehension. Spinning, winding, twisting, pulling each decision in your life made for you. Until destruction of the self by your own hand.

Your struggle for change futile. Your feet following the same path. Your fate determined for you.

You forfeit control—your feet march you to your bitter demise.

The Web represents the fear of being conspired against. Scheming, plotting, planning your downfall. The loss of everything you hold dear, worked for, bled for. Spinning, twisting, scripting lies about you. Your credibility falls to pieces, your world shatters, and your story distorts.

You are kept alive by the spreading of your story. And the people have decided to trust the manufactured tale.

You are forgotten—twisted into an image of something wrong.

...

Sometimes they're at odds. Where one seeks to manipulate the threads of everything endlessly, the other seeks to destroy it all so thoroughly, with such finality, as to mutate it– the schemes, the pawns, the gameboard itself.

Sometimes they're complementary. Where you watch as you lose everyone you cared for one by one, spiraling down a path darker into entropy, the irreversible nightmare, and wondering if you ever really had free will in the first place– if anyone did.

What if the end for you really was just another game to them? What if this wasn't their first round? What if you're just the next step in the grand scheme, larger than even your own universe?

Alright, now with that out of the way, let's bring back the question.

How did the Extinction change Jon, and how did this cause the altered result of the finale?

The Web has been there since the near beginning, pulling Jon along and guiding him to his next milestone in the plot. She had known the world would come to an end one way or another, and wanted to bring it about on her own terms so that she—they all—could escape it.

So when the Web saw what the Eye was doing, she had an idea. So she aided their acolytes, seeing her sibling as the perfect way to bring all of them together for the final step. And the Web set her own card onto the board: Jon.

Jon had a natural disposition for the Eye; from stubborn curiosity to the reckless pursuit for answers to even the coldest cases. Whether he knows it or not, his mind is a gaping maw for horrible knowledge—chasing after experiences disguised as answers to his burning questions so dreadful they leave scars on him like sigils of a looming doom.

While he has no affinity for the Web's machinations, he is still hers. She has no issue with guiding agents from across the court, she knows how to share. Especially when it benefits her. Jon archives each event, every little detail, with such care and readiness that he makes the perfect vessel to pull them in—to guide them out. He'd flourish best as her tool in the Watcher's sphere.

After the Watcher's Crown and the Dread Powers came into the world, the Extinction started to make its presence known. It seeped into other Domains and fed on the people's dread for permanent catastrophic change, on their fear of ruin and total desctruction. And as Jon traversed them and lived through their fear, so was he marked by the Extinction.

It seeped into his skin like oil and burned through his veins like acid. It tainted his trails with the radioactivity of human hubris and greed, twisting and mutating both the mundane and Dreadful as he passed. It closed its grasp on him with the tightness plastic rings and infected his Perceived routes with the stench of mountainous landfill and the thickness of city smog.

The Web and the Extinction had a complex relationship, but in this moment they guided the Archivist in synchronous song like a soldier being led to his final mission: dropping the nuclear bomb.

Did Jon know?

...

No.

The twines of manipulation layer labyrinthine over everything, above and below and through every angle and dimension. Even the Nigh-Omniscient Antichrist and his All-Knowing God will never fathom its depths.

He might never know that he helped start the Extinction's ritual: Raze the Earth.

Or that both the Web and the Eye knew and did nothing. (honestly, the latter's only there for the show)

So when Martin stabbed Jon and Melanie lit the gas mainline, the threads around the world snapped and the glowing light of humanity's greatest sins exploded over everything—

—and they prayed—

—and they wept—

—and the Dreads rushed out torrentially. (pulling a few strays with them)

Now for the part you were all waiting for (well I was)—the Heart of this AU

The Dread Powers and the ones who were dragged with them were transported Somewhere Else– a parallel world in a parallel universe. But they were. . . Changed from their previous/original selves.

The tag-alongs—Martin & Jon of course, but also Annabelle Cane, Oliver Banks, Simon Fairchild, and Arthur Nolan—replaced their parallels at birth, and gained partial or full amnesia to their past lives. But their personalities are altered, reflecting some aspects of their pre-finale personalities.

Except for Jon. Jon, the Pupil of the Eye, the Warhead of the Extinction, the Spools of the Web, the Archive of the Dreads and linchpin to their escape. . . was significantly destroyed in the center of the storm. He got it and so much worse—a stick so short its existence was inverted.

While they did get reach the new universe, they had to reconstruct their linchpin/Archive that they're still connected to so that his total destruction doesn't tear them apart as well (being an Extinction avatar that's now deeply connected with them, he's capable of "taking them down with him").

When Jon was reborn, he was literally thrown into the world like a meteorite, landing with an explosive blast that rendered the surrounding area a lifeless wasteland in moments. High radioactivity and a deathly curse left few flora or fauna returning before wasting away soon after. Those that 'survived' did so by being infected by the Extinction or Corruption.

It would permanently remain uninhabitable, and it would take months before the withered stillborn spawn of the sapient eldritch Dread Entities would crawl out of the jagged crater on its own, none the wiser to its tragedies.

TL;DR

The Web manipulated Jon's attempt to put a stop to the Entities' reign, utilizing the Eye's easy influence to help the Dreads escape the world and into a fresh new one before they were also destroyed in the Extinction's "Raze the World" ritual (set up by using Jon to weave toxic-filled veins throughout the world he was traversing that'll explode at once 'grand finale' style).

Jon, now deeply binded to the Entities' purest forms and still an Extinction time-bomb, was mostly destroyed during the trip to Somewhere Else and the Entities had to reconstruct him so his death wouldn't destroy them too. This led to Jon being reborn a near completely different being (with some of him preserved) as functionally the direct spawn of the Dread Powers, replacing his parallel counterpart from the new world.

#yes i made him So Much Worse ur welc <333 #if you couldn't tell this is my favorite self-indulgent au #i love jon he's my favorite ragdoll /aff #so sorry for the length i honestly thought it'd be shorter :8 #i have a name for this au but it's also the name of a collection of au's so lmk if you have a name for this one specifically!#i'd love to hear any thoughts!#don't be shy but don't feel obligated #tma #tma au #yafc au #yafc-j au #tma time travel au #tma somewhere else #it's not really a 'fix-it' au i'm just used to that being part of the name lol #ig it'll depend where the au goes whether it's a fix-it or just me using jon as a sandboxing dummy #tma jon #jonathan sims #tma entities #jonmartin #to-be #(sorry for the clickbait jonmartin consumers they're not in this post just the au hehe)#tma writing #my writing #god i'm probly gonna cringe at the mess of these tags later but whatever i'm too busy riding my high to care atm #future me's problem #my post

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cheesecake-the-chicken · 5 months

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Im going to try to simplify a lot of things here (big word is try). Because there's a lot. We're a traumatic osdd-1b system btw!

However, being a median system varies from person to person. So keep in mind my experiences aren't fact for every median system out there.

1.) Commination & Memory

Commination for us is very limited. We mostly communicate through feelings and emotions. If you will, pure vibes.

I can hear people talk from time to time. If I really focus. Or if the situation calls for it. (Ex. Someone in front is having a hard time. And someone speaks to talk them through it.)

If I do something someone doesn't like I can feel a general vibe which then can easily translate into words. (Think like a language translator). If I fuck up someone's art piece by accident I'm gonna feel that "fuzzy talk" and understand what they're saying.

We don't have massive memory barriers. So it's easy to recall what someone did last. However, we still forget things. Sometimes someone fronts, leaves and a new person fronts. The new person fronting might not recall what they did exactly. But, have a general idea of what was leading up before they switched out.

A really good example for us is Minecraft. Person B played a shit ton, took a break, and switched out. Person A fronted, got on Minecraft and tried to figure out what the fuck they were doing. Oh, they were mining for iron. We call it "Sticky Note Memory" because we didn't completely forget, but we need to do some reading into to remember. Sometimes it's harder for other people.

2.) Fronting & Identity

Fronting isn't what most systems think it is. It isn't a snap and you're no longer fronting. Because we're a median system we never collectively consciously leave the front. We're all here. Currently, I'm just closer to the front. I am aware of my identity. Whether that because I want too or because the brain has decided I'm the favorite guy.

Fronting and switching is more of a flow. I'm slowly melting into someone else. It might take us awhile to figure out hey, I'm someone new. Sometimes we have what are called "Fillers" where there's an in-between. Sometimes people can spawn sometimes it's a temporary thing. However, we're collectively the "same person." Here's a diagram I have of our experience.

Some of us are less distinct than others. Some have more identity. 90% of us are facets. The 10% are fully formed headmates. But, still melt in with us to create our epic system. But, I can't speak for them on their experiences since I'm a facet and they're not. Whether they ID to that term is up to them.

Most of us are copied and pasted but have wildly different appearances and maybe a little something else added to it. I may act like a lotta my headmates because we're the same people. But, also very different at the same time. It's hard to explain.

Think of icecream. Icecream is icecream. It isn't a sandwich. But there are different flavors of icecream! I'm just a different flavor and texture. But still icecream.

But yeah, that's all I can think of at the moment. There's a lot more but I don't want to go overboard on this ask lol. Again, happy to answer any questions and such!!

thank you so so so much!!!!! this is really relatable for me

definitely with communication, like there’s a difference between what i imagine us doing vs what we do lmao. like i’ll want us to agree on something but the others are behind me like “…ehhhhh” my thoughts are often shared with them though, and i only hear them speaking, not thinking

AND THE FRONTING THING!!! i thought “well i’m definitely not a system because there’s no switches and i’m always here to some degree” (except that time the other day when i had a crisis because i didn’t know who i was and then snapped out of it lmao 😂) but the others tend to come and go, most often being at least a little here except for when they’re asleep

we are definitely separate but share consciousness to some degree. there’s a couple fragments that are part of others (like puzzle pieces that complete them), but we all have distinct personalities, appearances, roles etc.

again thank you!!!! like i’ve said i can only say so much for the others’ comfort and our safety, but it really means the world that there’s others out there like us :’]

#cheesecake’s perch #system #multiplicity #pluralistic #pluralgang #actually plural #plural community #plural system #actually median #median system #actually cptsd #plurality #plural culture #endo safe #pro endo #anti syscourse #anti sysmed #mediple system #hydraconcious

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oshiawaseni · 2 years

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Kacchan ha Midoriya Izuku to motto mo naka ga ii and Ochaco

Alternatively: Izuku & Kacchan love each other and Ochaco put the pieces together and KNOWS

It all started when Deku told her this

What Izuku really says (at least in the anime) is: “He’s amazing. He may be a disagreeable guy, but his ambition, confidence, physical strength and quirk are all vastly superior to mine.”

which must have been so confusing to her? The whole class, who barely even know each other, quickly figured out that Kacchan has it in for Deku... and Deku-kun says THIS ?!!?!!?!! ?!WTF

Yes. That’s quite the interesting paradox you’ve stumbled upon.

And Ochaco clearly thought about it some, because this doozie came out of her mouth to Kacchan when Kacchan wanted to yell at Izuku for daring to save him during their practical exam against All Might.

She gets an immediate enraged reaction out of Kacchan, but that’s because she STRUCK a sensitive nerve. He yells the most when he’s put in uncomfortable positions and doesn’t want to think about how he really feels, on top of those knee-jerk explosive reactions to anything Deku related. Classic tsundere.

She just wanted all the inexplicable raging to stop... and to an extent, these words helped him re-assess a little.

Because after Ochaco called him out on pushing Deku away ‘cause he’s afraid (afraid of what? getting close to him perhaps, for reasons explained in this post but the gist is that Kacchan has always been scared of loving and losing Izuku), this was the turning point where he really began to look at Izuku and piece together the secret of OFA.

One other person pointed out this same thing, All Might... “and you young Bakugou, you fear his heart.” and because All Might is someone Kacchan respects so much, when AM mentioned it, he thought... well shit, if All Might is also saying it, maybe there is some truth to this, after all?

Ochaco was also there to see this heart wrenching breakdown of Izuku’s:

I think anyone who saw this was really hit by something they didn’t fully comprehend: Izuku has some incredibly deep feelings for Kacchan. Because this? This is Izuku being hysterically inconsolable that he couldn’t protect him. Couldn’t save him. You wouldn’t act like this over somebody that isn’t important to you, whose presence isn’t critical to your livelihood. There may have been some realisation by the class that Kacchan is just that for Deku.

After this point, by association of Class 1-A and watching Deku, she’s probably started to notice after DvK2 that Kacchan and Izuku are getting along much better than before, not from positive interactions, as their growing friendship is mostly done in secret, but by a distinct lack of the usual negative ones. The whole class likely shares the feeling that Kacchan’s personality has been tamed a bit. This sentiment is expressed in one of the school briefs by Kirishima to Fat Gum and Sun Eater.

If they started getting along it would be THE TALK OF CLASS A for days. No one had truly noticed it yet and they’d make a big deal if they did.

Later on there were fragments of their renewing friendship that did get picked up on, though. A gold star goes to Kaminari, who noticed Kacchan had stayed up waiting for everyone, but most importantly, waited for Deku to return home safely. This was why he called him Kacchan, the nuance was Kaminari encouraging Kacchan to, rather than sitting alone, go seek Deku and the others out after they came back from their big mission, since he had been waiting and worrying about them all with the rest of the class. (full breakdown of this moment in this post)

Sero also gets one with his “The house arrest boys are late again.” Given that this is still their nickname, it must have been a recurring thing for them since the house arrest. The class knows the most unusual suspects have been doing something together. Sussy.

It’s also very importantly noted by Kirishima that “Even those with seemingly rocky relationships might get on better than the rest of the world knew” ... This line was purposefully placed here because the reader will know this fits BkDk to a T.

Bakudeku’s Kizuna*: exists and the clueless world = Ochaco

(*Kizuna is a deep connection between two people unable to be severed)

Ochaco thought that Kacchan and Deku were never going to get along. Her words influenced Deku to doubt himself about Kacchan taking his hand, because she believed Kacchan would never give help to or receive help from Deku. She thought she understood them and she had their relationship pinned down to the aggressor and his victim who takes it willingly because he’s so kind. She thought wrong.

And this mistake became more clear to her during Izuku’s special quirk training when she was asked for advice in how to float and saw Kacchan was also there blowing Deku up (at his behest) and she reprimanded Kacchan, believing him to be bullying Deku again, all because she follows the assumption that they aren’t close and that they don’t hang out. Wrong and wrong once again, Ochaco...

Anyone observing Kacchan’s quieter, more reserved behaviour along with seeing him and Deku spend more and more time alone together surely feels:

Hmm. There seems to be a correlation here.

Increase in relationship with Izuku => Decrease in Kacchan’s anger

Whatever could it mean?

Later on Ochaco has a very specific moment of noticing Deku and Kacchan’s closeness when she saw them splitting off from the group together.

Horikoshi drew a panel only of her staring after them in bewilderment.

By now, she’s probably thinking... what is going on with these two that they are going off together by themselves (again)? And I think this is where she begins to notice that she’s not as close to Izuku as she thought, that she is not in the loop with whatever is going on with him, while most unexpectedly, Kacchan is.

And what the entire class witnessed on the next one, was completely shocking to them because from their POV: Kacchan, someone who very vocally doesn’t like people touching him, often complains about people being too close, can’t stand people even walking ahead of him and most of all, usually yells about or at DEKU...

jumps in first to save Izuku from falling, embracing him in his arms after a beautifully heartfelt apology and plea for him to return back to UA... back home to him. With all the humility and all the comfort he could muster, Kacchan treats Izuku so very gently and compassionately. “I know.” Kacchan was the one who saw Izuku and had his back. He had him back.

And Class 1-A had all witnessed it. Katsuki “I know Deku best” Bakugou.

But Ochaco saw a glimpse of something beyond the dark and angsty relationship everyone thought they had. A glimpse of Kacchan’s hidden feelings that must have been there this whole time, lying underneath his skin, deep inside his bones and swimming around with the marrow.

Kacchan sacrificed himself for Deku and had gotten hurt and Deku had run away, taking the danger with him. Kacchan had been struggling with Deku’s absence the most and Kacchan spearheaded the retrieve Deku operation. Deku had strayed too far from them and Kacchan was the one to find him and convince him to come back. Deku had fallen, and without anymore hesitation, Kacchan had jumped in to pick him up. Kacchan’s barriers were down, making his dedication to Izuku all the more transparent. They have this constant push and pull of each other. An inescapable gravity. And she pieced it all together. Kacchan, the one who has always been with Deku, is the one who saves him.

Ochaco realised she was seeing the kizuna, clear as day. She saw

Katsuki “Midoriya Izuku to motto mo naka ga ii*” Bakugou Katsuki “Izuku needs me the most and I him” Bakugou Katsuki “I’m hopelessly in love with this nerd” Bakugou

(*Closest person to Izuku)

And while this was all going on, you can see everyone else is running over to Deku, but strangely, not Ochaco. She is standing in the distance, watching Deku being held in Kacchan’s arms, unmoving. Class 1-A didn’t know what any of it meant, but I think Ochaco knew. She realised that she wasn’t the person who Deku needed most. That if she were the folds of the origami, then Katsuki Bakugou was Izuku Midoriya’s paper.

Uraraka Ochaco finally understood.

Noone: Horikoshi: Enhance on Ochaco!

Enhance...

Ochaco: Oh, okay... I guess they’re just gay then...

#bakudeku #ochaco knows #okay?#lmao #kacchan loves deku #deku loves kacchan #motto mo naka ga ii #bnha meta #I've always had this feeling she was really seeing the two of them for the first time... the true them.#UNLESS HORIKOSHI DOESNT MAKE THEM CANON THEN THIS IS A COPIUM FANFIC FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT #hope you enjoyed it all the same....#happy birthday izuku #masterpost #op #LONG POST #i put a lot of love into it #must read meta #bkdk canon #10000000%

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I've been thinking about that OnK/Parahumans crossover idea more.

We still know frustratingly little about how Ai's relationship with Hikaru went; we can make some guesses, but nothing concrete. So I thought about the two things that don't depend on Hikaru at all: The timeline and Ai's power.

As mentioned last time, I decided that my ideas for Ai's power centered around Leviathan, who destroyed Kyushu in 1999. I was thinking of having Ai be one of the inaugural Wards, but the Wards definitely existed by 1998, and probably existed by the late 80's/early 90's, so that's...well, I guess I could just ignore some part of the timeline. But I'd rather just make Ai's debut its own big event, wherever she ends up.

OnK's timeline is vague, but if we speedrun through Ai's romance, maybe Ruby and Aqua could be born in 2000 or 2001. Presumably, Ai would get murdered some time in the mid-oughts. More importantly, it means the twins would be tweens when the world ends, so unless I decide to focus on Ai (definitely a possibility), this would be a post-GM fic.

Ai's Trigger Event & Powers

Last time, the power I settled on was "something with power-copying fairy things". And I don't really like that. It's vague, it's complicated, and most importantly, it doesn't have either an "This kid could be the next Eidolon!" vibe or a "This kid could be dangerous!" vibe.

So let's work backwards. What power am I looking for?

I'm thinking, something that takes powers, but can give them back too. Ai takes, say, 8% of your power, and in a week's time she gives you back 10%, keeping 2% for herself. Or some other set of numbers, or some other pattern. She slowly gets stronger over time, she can make other heroes stronger, but she could also just weaken all the heroes around her and run.

As per the Trump document, the kind of Trump trigger that gives power-borrowing powers focuses on the mental/emotional relationship the parahuman has to powers. So while the aftermath of Leviathan's attack is still there, still influences her trigger, it's not the focus.

Let's say that Ayumi (Ai's mom) and/or her unnamed boyfriend worked for the Sentai Elite or some other hero team. Little Ai hence got to see more superheroes than most people, and became familiar with one hero in specific. Let's call her Blue Kōri (following Black Kaze's naming scheme even though we don't know whether she's an ex-Sentai or not, but c'mon, that's a Super Sentai name).

Anyways, Ayumi gets stranded somewhere with her daughter and boyfriend due to Leviathan's floodwaters. She spots Blue Kōri coming by, making a bridge of ice across the waters, and quickly sends Ai into their improvised shelter to get stuff. While she's out of sight, Ayumi and her boyfriend leave with Kōri, without Ai.

Ai feels a sense of betrayal and abandonment, mostly from her mom but also the other two adults, at least one of whom should have known better. As with her canon counterpart, Ai feels certain that the things done to her were done because she's unlovable. So she triggers, grabbing a fragment of Blue Kōri's power without realizing what she's done. (And without Kōri noticing, because she's distracted by a swell or something.)

Post-Trigger

Ai ends up with the power to take a fragment of other parahumans' powers, which manifest in the form of little glowing things that Ai calls fairies. The fragments grow slowly on their own, eventually splitting. (Conflicted about whether they should just grow or whether they should mutate slightly when they split. Does Ai have remarkable power, or remarkable versatility? Doesn't really matter at this point in planning, though.)

Eventually, Ai figures out that she has a little bit of ice power. Once she figures out how to use it, she tries to escape on a teeny ice raft with the supplies Ayumi told her to fetch. Ai eventually washes up in a populated area, and gets noticed by Ichigo or an equivalent. She gets inducted into a hero team (foreign if we want to use recognizable canon characters, local if we don't), and settles into the "ideal superhero" role by a combination of external Concern about an unfettered power-thief and internal fears of being hated or abandoned or unworthy of love.

And I'm not sure how much more I can write without a bit more data on Hikaru.

#oshi no ko #parahumans #crossover

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arlathvhenan · 8 months

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What Exactly Is Fen’Harel?

Something I think about a lot is a quote from Weekes about their writing process, particularly when it comes to twists and foreshadowing. It basically went like this:

“The best twist is one that was staring you in the face the whole time.”

Pretty much every thing we know about Solas so far—his dialogue, his abilities, his knowledge of The Fade and Spirits, that Fen’Harel’s ‘natural home’ is said to be The Fade, Cole’s comments about him, his relationship with Cole in general, that he values Wisdom above all else—points to the fact that he was most likely a Spirit once.

All of that has been staring us in the face. But that’s not the end of it. Because do you know what else has been staring us in the face.

A big ass mutant wolf monster with six eyes.

I’ve spoken on my old blog about this theory, but I think it’s pretty damn likely that Solas is a Demon. We got a lot of new information in Inquisition about what Demons really are and how they become demons.

There’s Cole, who was a Spirit of Compassion until a deeply traumatic experience warped him into a wrong version of himself.

Then of course there was the Spirit from Faded For Her. That was a Wisdom Spirit which, like Cole, became a demon when something so horrific and awful happened to it and left it broken. That’s when it became a demon.

Again, regardless of your feelings towards the character, you can’t deny that Solas isn’t supremely fucked up on the inside by literal centuries of trauma and pain. There’s no telling what the catalyst was, but at some point very long ago, something broke him so profoundly that it left him fundamentally changed, and that’s when he became what he is now, or at the very least it’s where the change began.

That brings me back to Faded For Her. You may or may not already know, but the full title of Solas’ personal quest is an anagram of ‘Dreadwolf Fen’Harel.’ Considering Weekes loves them some foreshadowing—and is damn good at it—I think it was more than just a cheeky Easter egg. Maybe this is reaching by I think Faded For Her doesn’t just points to his identity as Fen’Harel, I think it may be the story of how he became Fen’Harel.

If that’s the case than his story essentially goes like this:

In ancient times, there was an exceptionally powerful Spirit of Wisdom. One day that Spirit was summoned and bound by someone who commanded it to do things that so traumatized it, it was corrupted into a Demon. When corrupted, Spirits of Wisdom become Pride Demons, and so this event is when the Spirit took the name Solas—literally the Elvhen word for Pride.

All of this took place long before the Veil. We know that The Evanuris were not gods, but mages who rose to the status of godhood after victory in some monumental war. This was likely the war with The Forgotten Ones.

We don’t know much about The Forgotten Ones, but there’s been fragments of information that form the outline of an interesting picture:

1–They we’re opposed and eventually defeated by The Evanuris

2–Fan’Harel is included among the ranks of both The Evanuris and The Forgotten Ones.

3–There are exactly eight Evanuris if you exclude Fen’Harel, and exactly eight Forgotten Ones if you include him.

4–The tale ‘Fen’Harel And The Tree’ features The Forgotten One called Anaris, who wants revenge for some kind of betrayal.

So with all this in mind, let’s look at Fen’Harel’s story again:

He was one of The Forgotten Ones, a pantheon that predated The Evanuris. These Forgotten Ones were ancient and powerful Spirits who ruled over and protected The Fade. When The Evanuris waged war on them, one of them summoned the spirit who would later become Fen’Harel, enslaved him, and forced him to betray his own kind. His people. He was given a rank among their armies and told to destroy everyone and everything he’d once existed to protect. This was the great trauma that twisted him into the demonic figure known as Fen’Harel.

Solas doesn’t consider himself to have much in common with The Elves because he never truly was one. He doesn’t consider them his people because they aren’t. And he isn’t trying to restore their world, because that isn’t the one worth saving.

His people are Spirits, and it’s their world he means to restore. The world of his time wasn’t Arlathan or Elvhenan or anything the Elves built. Their world was Thedas—all of Thedas—before the Veil split it in two.

#solas #solas dragon age #solas dread wolf #dragon age dreadwolf #dragon age theories #dragon age inquisition #thank you for coming to my Ted talk

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tenshiharmonia · 6 months

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The Fourth Piece

"Courage that is untempered by kindness risks eating itself forever. Wisdom that is untempered by kindness is no wisdom at all."

I recently played Tunic, and the above quote reminded me of something I wanted to write about for quite some time now, in regards to The Legend of Zelda. You see, I'm a big enjoyer of the "Tetraforce" theory. I guess the name is pretty self-explanatory, but for those who don't know, it's the belief that the Triforce as it is is incomplete, and that there is a fourth, missing piece, taking the shape of an inverted triangle meant to fill the hole in the middle of the sacred relic*.

Now, I'm fully aware that it will likely never be a thing in canon (I even heard that the theory has officially been addressed and refuted, but I never really checked the veracity of that statement, so make of it what you will), but hey, as far as my headcanons are concerned, it's quite a fun and interesting idea to toy with. :3 Of course, if you're a fan of the Zelda franchise, you probably know that a core aspect of its mythology is that each of the existing pieces of the Triforce corresponds to a certain quality. We have Power, Wisdom, and Courage, so the question is : what ideal would this hypothetical fourth fragment stand for ?

I think you see where this is going, but personally, my favourite take on the matter is that the lost piece would represent Kindness. This is definitely not an original idea, of course. As you may know, it initially comes from Majora's Mask, where four of the great fairies who inhabit the world are referred to as the Great Fairies of Power, Wisdom, Courage and - you guessed it - Kindness. So it already has some basis in the series' lore (even if the great fairies have technically nothing to do with the Triforce XD ), but most of all, I really like how well it complements the other three pieces. Kindness fosters harmony. It helps bring balance. For Courage and Wisdom don’t amount to anything without Kindness, as explained by the line I quoted earlier from Tunic. And Power will just set the world on fire without it. They need Kindness to temper them, but Kindness also needs them to help guide its efforts. Really, I love the dynamic it creates, if that makes any sense.

Alas, Kindness and its champion are missing from the world. But what would happen if they were to awaken ? Who knows, they might hold the key to putting an end to Demise’s curse, the curse that was born from wrath and hatred… On the other hand, the events and context that led the fourth fragment to be "missing" in the first place also make for an interesting topic. First of all, the existence of a fourth Triforce piece naturally implies the existence of a fourth deity, a deity who would be on a par with the Golden Goddesses and who would have also partaken in the creation of the world. But once again, what could have led to their contribution being erased from the legend ? I mean, considering the level of almightiness we are dealing with, it can reasonably be assumed that it could only have been the doing of the other three creators - or at least one of them -, but even then, it doesn’t tell us much. XD

Really, there are so many directions this story could take. I’m almost afraid of picking one ! So here is a bunch of mostly inconsequential details I was musing about instead. :p

First thing first, I should probably mention that I like to imagine this fourth deity as a god rather than a goddess. Don’t take it as a statement of any kind, I just like the immediate contrast it creates. XD (Also, I love the idea of Kindness being represented by a buff and burly - yet gentle and caring - man. :p )

I was also toying with the idea that he could be related somehow to the "Fierce Deity" whose power imbues the eponymous mask. Maybe it could be an incarnation of the rage he felt after getting erased from the world’s history. I don’t know, but it could be interesting…

Since Din, Nayru and Farore are respectively associated with Fire, Water and Wind, it’d be fitting for their "brother" to have an elemental attribute as well. And it just so happens that we are missing one of the four classical elements to have the complete set : Earth.

Which, based on the iconography of Minish Cap and the Four Swords games, means that his dedicated colour would likely be purple. (I was going to say yellow**, to match the aforementioned Great Fairy of Kindness (and because I kind of feel like it complements the other three better), but the colour is already associated with the Triforce as a whole, so it’d probably be redundant…)

As for his name, I’d like to base myself on Twilight Princess. Since three of the game’s four provinces are named after the golden goddesses, it’d make sence for the last one (which is apparently not considered a part of Hyrule) to reference the fourth deity, one of the few hints of his existence left in the world. That’s where it becomes a bit difficult, considering how vastly different the English name (Ordona) is from all the other versions (that are mostly variations of the Japanese name, Latoan). Naturally, the version I’m personally used to is the French one, Latouane, so you can guess which one I’d base myself on. :p (I was thinking, maybe something along the lines of "Latoun", but there is obviously nothing definitive about it.)

Another thing to consider is what his contribution to the world’s creation could have been. We know that Din modelled the earth and everything material, Nayru defined the laws of nature, and Farore was the one who created life, so what does that leave us with ? My first idea was that it was him who gave living beings a heart (metaphorically speaking, of course), bestowing them with free will and a sense of self, as well as the power to defy destiny. Which, naturally, could have contributed to his ultimate erasure. But once again, I’m just brainstorming out loud…

By the way, is it just me, or does it start to sound like I’m basically recreating the Diamonds from Steven Universe ? I mean, four impossibly powerful beings, each tied to a particular colour and elements, with the fourth one being strongly associated with Earth and freedom and having disappeared under mysterious circumstances ? I swear it wasn’t intentional, but the similarities are definitely here. XD (Even the Diamonds’ sigil seems to hark back to the Triforce in a way, especially the triangular version used after the shattering…)

Anyway, this is pretty much everything I had to say on the matter. As you can see, it’s quite a mess of ideas. I would have said it’s a work in progress, but let’s be honest, it barely counts as a work to begin with. XD Still, I needed to get it all out of my system. Of course, if you have anything to say about the content of this post, I’ll be more than happy to hear you. As I said earlier, there are so many directions you can take with this concept. But then again, it’s also what makes it so fascinating in the first place. ^_^ (Also, go play Tunic if you haven't already ; this game is an absolute gem. :p )

* Note that while "Tetraforce" is an useful term, the object itself would probably still be called "Triforce", as the fact it was already named as such when there were only two pieces seems to indicate that it likely got its name from its shape, and not from the number of components… ** Which is actually purple’s complementary colour, funnily enough.

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 1 year

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Eleutherophobia Deleted Scene

@eomund42 #might have to post as a DVD extra or whatever

Yes please!

[This fragment was originally part of Chapter 6 of How I Live Now. I got rid of it because a) the conversation around Jake’s table was getting too long, b) the tone doesn’t work given how the chapter opens, and c) I accidentally left Rachel and Effilit unsupervised in the yeerk pool, so I needed to retcon that the Tobys were guarding her while everyone else was at the house.]

“Food? They had enough kandrona for years.”

“Not the yeerks, the hosts!” I stood up, pacing as I talked. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t spotted it before. “The Blade ship only had space for a few months’ worth of food storage, and I know that at least some of that was taken up with bark for hork-bajir or taxxon meat for taxxons.”

Marco made a gagging noise which I ignored.

“Visser Seventeen didn't bother restocking those stores or even checking them. Humans are omnivores, that’s a big part of what makes us so useful,” I continued, “and the yeerks always assumed that they could feed a human body just about anything that didn’t poison it and it would keep going.” I turned around, making eye contact with Eva. She was nodding slowly. “But what if that’s not the case? What if they ran through the human food supply they had on board and couldn’t find any alternatives that had all the vitamins or amino acids or whatever that a human body needs?”

“They really don’t know as much about humans as they think they do.” Eva offered me a tight little smile. “Edriss wrote up most of the intel they have on us and... Well. Edriss wasn’t a disinterested party, given that her life depended on her ability to convince the Council that humans were worth the Empire’s time.”

“That would explain why the Blade ship hasn’t been back sooner,” I said, resting both hands on the back of the empty chair. “They’ve probably been hopping around between planets this entire time searching for a plant or animal source that’s close enough to Earth food.”

“Until they got desperate enough to come back here,” Cassie said.

I nodded. “Humans can digest just about anything, but that doesn’t mean they can live off it indefinitely. The yeerks probably found a few partial food sources, and they might have bought themselves some time by forcing one of the hosts to morph a large animal, become a nothlit, and then—”

Marco made his stop-talking-about-cannibalism gagging noise again, this time louder.

“Anyway,” I said, conceding the point this time. “Maybe there’s no vitamin K in the universe in a form humans can use. Maybe there’s no calcium. I don’t know, but whatever it is they’re missing, they’d get desperate enough and have to come back here.”

“So this is a quick trip. A grab and go.” Cassie exchanged a glance with Jake.

“Which means that if Rachel doesn’t come back within a few hours they’ll probably leave without her,” Jake concluded.

“And that brings us back to Tom’s original point,” Eva said. “We need to figure out where the rest of them are hiding. Immediately.”

<Rachel can tell us right now if we figure out a way to get that thing out of her head,> Tobias pointed out.

Having arrived firmly back at square one, we all sat there in frustrated silence for several seconds.

“Could you contact your illusionist?” Eva said. “Make, I don't know, a hologram vanarx to threaten it with?”

I glanced over at her. That wasn’t a bad idea.

“Illusionist?” Marco said. “What illusionist?”

“Your person who makes the holograms,” I said impatiently.

“We don’t have a person who makes holograms.” Marco glanced at Jake, who gave a slight nod. “I mean, maybe if Ax-man asked the Dome ship nicely they’d be willing to whip something up, but that’d take too long.”

Eva leveled a long, unamused stare at Marco. “I may have been born at night, querido, but I wasn’t born last night.”

Marco looked away, shoulders hunching.

“Eva,” Jake said. “Please trust us. We’re telling the truth that we don’t have an illusionist.”

“I know perfectly well that you six did not whip up an entire fake hork-bajir valley in less than three hours using parts you found at Radio Shack,” she said flatly. “Humans still don't have that kind of technology. Probably not the andalites either. So. Who helped you?”

“Technically...” Ax said. “Eck. Nick. Lally.” He trailed off. That appeared to be all he was going to say on the subject.

I looked at Eva. Eva looked at me. We were adults, I reminded myself, in a room full of kids. There was no need to bristle with defensiveness, no need to feel like the only two losers out of the loop.

“You could make a hologram on that scale, with that level of sophistication, right now?” Eva said to Ax.

And now none of the Animorphs were looking at her.

<Those were special circumstances,> Tobias mumbled.

“And the current situation doesn't count as special circumstances?” I looked slowly around at each of them. Jake wouldn't meet my eyes, but Marco leveled me with a hard, defiant stare.

<No, just…>

“You just can’t have the zombies knowing about it?” I asked.

Cassie stiffened.

Jake held up both hands in a placating gesture, looking between me and Eva. “It isn’t possible, okay? So leave it.”

I shoved forward to brace both hands on the tabletop. At least three of them flinched. “Just like it’s not possible for you to pull an exact copy of Cassie out of your collective asses? Cut it and it’d bleed, but scan it for life forms and it’d pop up as inorganic. Hang onto it for over two hours and it wouldn’t demorph, but take your eyes off it for a second and—” I snapped my fingers. “It’d disappear into thin air. You mind telling me how you pulled that one off?”

There was a long silence. Tobias had developed an apparent fascination with straightening his own feathers. Cassie just looked annoyed with me.

“Didn’t think I’d notice that, did you?” I asked them, voice flat.

“To be honest?” Marco said. “No, we didn’t.”

“It's not our secret to tell,” Cassie blurted. “We swear.”

Marco glanced at Jake again. Jake looked at Cassie, who looked from Tobias to Ax and then back to Jake. Jake looked back at Marco.

“Since Tom and I are clearly the only ones who give a damn about actually helping Rachel,” Eva said, “perhaps it would be best if we left the room.”

“Chee!” Marco shouted.

We all looked at him.

“That's whose hologram tech we were using,” he said. “The chee.”

It was progress, anyway. “What’s a chee?” I said.

Jake muttered something about there not being time for all this, but looked up at me and said “There was this species called the pemalites.”

“Yeah, everybody knows about pemalites.” I frowned. “Wait, you’re telling me they’re not extinct?”

“They are,” Jake said. “But they built robotic companions before they died. And those companions, those chee, were specifically designed to look and sound and even feel like anything they wanted. The chee can’t commit violence, not even to save a life. But, yeah, they can make a copy of Cassie — or the hork-bajir valley — on command.”

“Please, you can’t tell anyone,” Cassie said. “Their existence depends on their secrecy.”

I shrugged. “I so do not care that the pemalites left behind a bunch of sex bots, and don’t think anyone else will either. Can they help us?”

“Sex bots? Sex bots?” Marco spluttered, twisting around to glare at me. “They're not sex bots, you absolute sixth-grader.”

“’Chee’ literally just means ‘friend,’” Cassie said.

“And you can program them to look like anyone you want because…?” I raised my eyebrows.

Cassie opened her mouth halfway, and left it open.

“Jake?” Marco said imploringly. “Tell me the chee aren’t sex bots.”

Jake patted Marco on the arm. “The chee aren’t sex bots.”

“See?” Marco said to me. “You are a disgusting human being, and oughta be ashamed to open your mouth.”

“Always am,” I said, smiling angelically.

<Anyway, it’s a moot point.> Tobias glared at me. <The chee wouldn’t spit on us if we were on fire, even if we could contact them. Which we can’t.>

“Why, what happened?” I asked.

Jake suddenly became fascinated with the grain of the tabletop in front of him. Cassie made a noise of annoyance in the back of her throat, also looking away.

“He was fine,” Marco said loudly. “Jake did nothing wrong.”

“Who was fine?” Eva asked.

“No one!” Marco waved his hands. “I mean everyone! Everyone was fine. So don’t worry about it.”

I made eye contact with Eva. Yep, right back to the feeling we were the nerds being tolerated by the cool kids’ table but not allowed in on the joke.

“Tobias is right,” Cassie said. “We’re wasting time with this discussion. The chee are well-hidden enough that we couldn’t find them if we tried. And even if we did they wouldn’t help.”

“You can’t even ask,” Eva said tiredly. “You don’t think it would be worth trying to ask for help.”

“They can look like anyone.” Marco did look genuinely apologetic now. “Anything. Trees, rocks, the wall behind them. They don’t want to be found, and so we’re never going to find them again.”

“Okay.” Jake ran a hand over his face. “Okay. An illusion is a dead end. We’re on the right track, though. How else could we get a, um, a yeerk-eating-thing?”

“Varanx,” I provided. “And we even if we had one for real, it’d just eat Rachel’s brain right along with the yeerk.”

“So that idea’s a bust, but…” Jake looked around the table. “But…”

<Is there another way to get it out by force?> Tobias threw in. <Brain surgery, something like that.>

I winced. I knew of 10 or 12 people who’d had yeerks removed by force. Two had survived. One was in a vegetative state, and the other was, well... Spacey Gervais. Who lived up to his name.

“Is there anyone among our allies qualified to perform brain surgery?” Ax looked at Jake. “Your father, perhaps?” Then he twisted to look at Cassie. “Or yours?”

“Not on a human,” Cassie said, even as Jake shook his head.

“That’s also likely to be a dead end.” Eva was leaning more heavily against the wall, but glared at me when I tried to nudge my empty chair over to her. “Human brains are strange, and poorly understood by humans and yeerks alike.”

<Rachel’s a morpher.> Tobias looked from Eva back to Cassie. <She can heal from any amount of damage that doesn’t kill her instantly.>

“Or leave her comatose,” Cassie said. “Or otherwise unable to make a mental image of an elephant and then will her body to become that. And I don’t think Ben Carson himself could get an entire yeerk loose without taking apart most of the host brain as well.”

“No surgery.” Jake rested both hands on the table, closing the discussion. “No varanx, real or imaginary. It seems like we keep coming back to persuasion as the best way to get it out.”

I hated persuasion. Because I had an idea for persuasion, and I was going to pitch it to the group when hell froze over.

Hell froze over… or Rachel’s life was on the line.

I sighed. “Yeah. Fine. I’ll do it.”

Cassie looked up at me. “Do what?”

#animorphs #eleutherophobia #long post #animorphs ficlet #how i live now #deleted scene #mentions of torture #mentions of cannibalism

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slytherinshua · 1 year

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Serenity by the Sea

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. slight angst. exes to lovers. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: angst i guess? i don't think this is rly angsty at all but idk. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: non-idol!bangchan x fem!celeb!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 2.2k.

All around the world, everyone knew the name Lee Y/n. You appeared on the news every other week, the paparazzi was constantly storming you, causing you to have to change apartments almost monthly— it was exhausting. Your rise to fame had been partially unintentional, and it had come at a cost you wish you could take back.

It was in 2018 when things started to change. You were freshly turned 20; still young and unadjusted to a fancy lifestyle. It was just you and Chris back then. You didn’t know how to handle your sudden rise to fame at the time, and with the threats firing at you faster than you could handle, you pushed him away out of fear.

You never thought much of it when it happened, whether it was due to stress, or anxiety, or your depression at that time. You were overwhelmed, and realistically, being in a relationship whilst the entire public gave comments on how they hoped you weren’t dating, wasn’t sustainable for your mental well-being.

Now, 5 years later, you felt strange. Bangchan had never crossed your mind quite as much as he did now. Whenever you saw a pillow, or a pen, or a lunchbox, your brain supplied you with another fragment of your past— some small moment you had with him.

There was a recurring theme with these small memories: the strong feeling of happiness and comfort. The former word was certainly a foreign concept to you when you were starting out, but was now reintroducing itself into your life. The latter, however, was still strange to you even now.

Some people would argue that you had the textbook definition of comfort. You had a big house, fancy clothes, fancy makeup, money to spend on practically anything you wanted, the public constantly giving you praise and attention… millions of people envied your life. But they were oblivious to how it really was.

You had lost track of how many nights you had cried yourself to sleep just from how lonely you were. You didn’t have to worry about your basic needs, but you wished for your old life back. There was no playfulness, excitement, or surprise in your life. Everything was pre-scheduled at least 2 months in advance. Your life was planned out by the hour, and there was barely any room for you to choose what you wanted.

Not once in your 5 years of fame had you felt “comfortable”. Your safety was even at risk constantly, and you had grown a fear of going outdoors because of the paparazzi. There was no safe day to even go grocery shopping. You always had to be accompanied by your bodyguards, manager, and protocol staff.

It was the end of September, and you were finally catching a break from work. You had fought for a small 2 week vacation, and you were finally getting it on the 26th of month. You had no idea where you were going to spend those two weeks, you were just relieved you had a break and could go somewhere without a whole team of people accompanying you.

In the last hour of work before you were off, Bangchan crossed your mind again. This time, it was something someone had said in passing to you that had triggered it. Or maybe it was their slight Australian accent. Either way, your brain flooded with only him and you sighed heavily.

You weren’t used to the feeling of guilt. As a child, you couldn’t recall doing anything bad enough to make you experience true guilt. But, right now, as you thought of Chris, the guilt was consuming your whole being.

What was he doing now? Had he gotten over you? He always said he would never be able to get over you… What if he was doing badly after what you did to him?

You left so abruptly, anyone would be in a hard place after a breakup like that. If you could even call it a breakup, that is. You had barely even communicated with him at that time - making the breakup even messier than it needed to be.

You had thought about contacting him many times, thinking maybe if you knew he was doing well, it would put your mind at ease. Either way, you weren’t going to think about it anymore while you were on break. You needed to spend your precious vacation time actually relaxing, not having sudden regrets over your ex.

This vacation is going to be Bangchan free.

When you went home that night, you searched for a good vacation house to book that was secluded, cosy, and a break from the bustling city of Seoul. You found one after some hunting, “Serenity by the Sea”. Besides the cheesy name which you swore sounded familiar for some reason, the house itself looked like exactly what you needed.

You booked it for the 2 weeks you had, checking that off your checklist without another thought. Next, you packed your suitcase, making sure to still be stylish even on vacation. You had standards for your outfits. You would leave tomorrow, finally getting the relaxing break you needed.

Just from the drive there, you knew that this was going to be the best 2 weeks of your life. It was scenic, the weather was perfect, you felt fresh and could just start to taste freedom on your tongue after so long of other people telling you what to do.

You pulled up to the cabin, smiling happily at the sight of the beach right outside the cabin. The name was cheesy, but it certainly fit what you were looking at right now. You checked the texts you had with the owner of the hotel, named Chan. He seemed friendly, and he told you he would be waiting to give you the key.

You parked your car, stepping out and walking up to the front of the house. You looked around, seeing no sign of another person. You walked around the cabin, looking around for any other human being. But you found none. You were confused. How were you supposed to get into the cabin without the key?

“Hello? Chan? Anyone… here?” You called out, walking fully around the house and still seeing no one. Maybe he was on the beach? You huffed, grabbing your phone and texting the owner, ‘I’m here, where can I find you?’

He replied almost immediately, ‘I just took a stroll down the beach to the left, if you start walking that way I can meet you halfway. :)’

You sighed, looking down the beach to the left and starting to walk. You arrived exactly when you said you would, was it that hard for him to stay at the cabin? You tried to curb your annoyance. You wanted these 2 weeks to be pleasant. It was just a little thing after all. And a walk down the beach would be good for you.

You saw the figure of a man walking towards you on the beach, and you sped up a little. You couldn’t quite make out his face from this far, but you assumed he was Chan, given the rest of the beach was deserted. As he came into view more clearly, you froze. This had just taken an unexpected turn.

You could see him look away from the ocean and towards you, his eyes widening as soon as he saw your face, only confirming the conclusion you had just come to. You hadn’t thought that ‘Chan’ would actually be ‘Chris’.

With his eyes still wide as if he couldn’t believe he was seeing things right, he rushed up to you, “Y/n? Y/n my guest is… you.” His mouth was agape as he looked around before finally looking at you again.

“Bangchan…” You looked down. So much for a Bangchan free vacation.

“Should we… go to the cabin?” He gestured up the hill with his hands, wearing an expression of disbelief still and you hated yourself for finding it cute. You nodded, gulping and walking with him up the hill.

“It’s a cute house. You decorated it well. It’s a pretty cheesy name, though.” You told him as he showed you the bedroom, the window of it outlooking the beach with the perfect view.

“You actually… came up with that cheesy name.” He admitted awkwardly.

“What?” Is that why it felt so familiar?

“Summer about… 6 years ago? We were sitting by a campfire, and thinking about beach cabin names since the one we were staying at was so boring. You had said ‘Serenity by the Sea’ on a whim, and we had both laughed at it. But when I got this property, it was the only name that stuck with me.” Your heart was betraying you, the speed at which it was beating growing steadily faster as Chan spoke in his comforting Australian accent. This was bad.

“I see… Chan, I’m so sorry about what happened before.” You said, your tone suddenly serious, making him look up to your face. “I don’t know what I was thinking back then, but the way I handled the situation was not fair to you… by any means.”

“I know. I know you’re sorry, you don’t have to explain-'' He started to stop you, but you were having none of it. It wasn’t justifiable for you to just be let off the hook. Bangchan deserved a proper explanation - you owed him that much at the very least.

“You must have been so confused when I just stopped answering your calls one day.” You said quickly, biting the inside of your cheek from the thought of your actions back then. You felt such disgust towards yourself for not even thinking about the situation for both of you. You really had been so selfish back then.

“Is there anything I can do to… make it up to you?” You asked anxiously, fiddling with the necklace you wore.

“You still wear that?” Chan asked suddenly, eyeing the familiar necklace.

“Oh-” You looked down at it, a smile spreading across your face at the sight of the little heart-shaped blue crystal attached to a silver chain. It was a gift from Bangchan for your 2nd anniversary, and whenever you looked at it, you were reminded of that day. It must have been one of the happiest days of your life. “It would be a shame to throw it out, wouldn’t it?”

“Well, I thought you might’ve moved on… You know, found someone else to date. You’ve gotten into plenty of dating scandals… so I just figured-” Bangchan mumbled, looking away awkwardly. He didn’t want to admit how jealous he had been everytime another stupid article was released, showing ‘evidence’ that you were dating an actor, idol, or some famous businessman.

“I haven’t really had the guts to get into another relationship.” You confessed, “I felt too guilty about how the last one ended to properly move on.” You whispered the last part, half hoping he didn’t catch what you said, but you knew he did.

“Do you want to get some food? We could catch up.” He smiled, his little dimples that you used to adore so much taking their place on his cheek.

“Sure. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

‘Actress, Model, Philanthropist, and Influencer, ‘Lee Y/n’, has confirmed to be dating twenty-six year old, ‘Christopher Bang Chan’. “We met each other again by chance about six months ago, and it worked out from there,” Says the twenty-five year old global star in a recent interview. After her post on her personal Instagram reached almost 10 million likes in the first 24 hours, the entire world is eager to hear more about the cute couple. The post in question showed a picture of the actress and a man, the caption revealing the two to be dating.'

You rolled your eyes at how the press was releasing article after article about this “shocking news”. It seemed like the entire world was going wild over the dating announcement, but you were glad the overall response was positive.

Thousands of fans were congratulating you and Chan, while some of them were going crazy about how good-looking this new celebrity couple was. Of course, there were a handful of haters that didn’t support the news, but you had learned long ago to ignore comments like that. If 99 comments were positive, why focus on the 1 that isn’t?

“Is the response okay?” Chan asked, head resting in your lap as you combed your hands through his hair.

You nodded, “People are certainly paying attention to us. They're saying you’re too pretty to be real.” You teased, kissing his forehead affectionately.

“Even compared to you?” He asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.

“I told you this would happen. It’s your fault for looking so hot in the pic we posted anyway.” You replied, looking at more of the comments and smiling at the new ship name your fans had given you two.

You weren’t gonna mess up with Bangchan this time. No matter what, you were going to put him first.

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desultory-novice · 1 year

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Lightning Round Pt 2!

Mostly relating to Adeleine + Angst

Long answers to quite a few of these, so buckle up!

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Honestly, I'd say he pretty much did? Not with any specifics, of course, but that's basically what's happening in the last page. It takes Adeleine a moment to even absorb the meaning behind Dedede's quiet apologies, but as her surprise turns to sadness, she understands those words mean that, somehow, he knows her brother is already gone...

Dedede, for his part, knows better than to tell a young kid explicit details of how her missing older brother died. You don't do that to a person, especially when the sudden death itself is a life-wrecking shock. If, after she calms down, she tries asking him for more information, I think all Dedede could bring himself to say would be something akin to, "By the time I encountered him, he wasn't your brother anymore..." He may or may not reassure her by saying that they got the bastard who did that to him (not knowing if it his transformation was Zero's fault or not. But it's easy enough to imagine blaming Zero.)

I think if, after having enough time to process her shock and grief, Adeleine were to later learn that her brother's end fate was becoming one of Dark Matter (and maybe she eventually figures that out on her own based on Dedede's words and confronts him with it, because he still can't bring himself to tell her) that would eventually coalesce into a strong desire to stand up to Dark Matter(s) wherever it appears again. She's already shown herself to be very curious and intelligent girl. She might try to do some research on the Ancients to try and figure out what caused that to happened to her brother and see if she can find a way to stop it from happening to anyone again.

(Other thoughts: I don't think Dedede would tell Kirby about this? I don't think Adeleine would bring it up to Kirby either, now that she knows. I don't think she would ever blame Dedede for holding back on not telling her everything, even when she finds out the truth. I think that even though it was Kirby who dealt the finishing blow, Dedede would take personal responsibility for DMS's death and the loss of Adeleine's remaining family. That out of sheer guilt, he'd feel better if Adeleine thinks he was the one who did it. I also think he'd probably be a little more haunted than usual by flashbacks to that particular possession for a while. And I think he'd do everything possible for her to be the "big brother" she lost.)

Ooh, yes! Yes! Good of you to bring this one up, Anon! I actually have considered it, even before this ask! (I keep running out of energy before I get to that trans-feeling and non-binary characters in Kirby post... sob...)

But I think trans-girl Adeleine is one of the niftiest explanations for the Ado > Adeleine discrepancy and it's one I'm a bit fond of! (I don’t treat them as entirely different, but I don’t treat them as 100% same-person-no-changes either.)

@thecrashman

You are welcome, my friend... Fufufu...

And, ugh, same! It's easy to look down on poor, benighted DL2 for a lot of reasons but Blade's two-part reveal deserves to be treated as something as shocking as the Nightmare reveal in Kirby's Adventure at least!!

Okay, that idea would be AWESOME! Just a few cutscenes sprinkled about, having it be treated almost a mystery like, "Didn't we defeat this guy in the last game?!" and then the Zero reveal in the end....

Ahh, you've hit upon my favorite thing about Blade, which is that he really seems to possess more independence/personality than the foot soldiers. And I like (in this HC) the idea some others had that Adeleine's brother was so strong (mentally, perhaps) that even though his transformation to Dark Matter was complete (...and irreversible...) he still maintained some fragments of individuality within the collective. (Kirby's Seven of Nine??)

Aha... That's totally fair, Anon. I do write a LOT of angst.

For what it's worth, while I'm happy to poke fun at my inclinations, I don't consider them too much of a problem because I think everyone else in the fandom does a really good job handling the feel good fluff in my stead??

I mean, I guess we could all just agree to write and draw happy things, but not every day is happy, you know? (...Boy, I should know...) I'd like to think my angsty stories speak to those who need something moody when bright and cheery stuff is too bright and cheery for them.

(A fitting metaphor for someone who suffers from light sensitivity?)

Also, the "happy ending" to my stories is usually right there in the games. Because... Adeleine makes it. She makes great friends and goes on to have memorable, world-saving adventures with them! She forms a strong bond with King Dedede! Just because this story ends with her crying into his arms doesn't mean her life or his is miserable forever!

Some characters? Yeahhh, there's not much I can do to give them happiness. I can come up with AU or whatever, but if I'm writing in canon/canon-adjacent, there's going to be as much angst as the situation demands. Especially if it's the situation I want to explore. (What hurdles stood in the way of Taranza and Joronia becoming an actual couple in the past? What was going on in Max's broken mind when he saw Susie again? Did Elflilin inherit Elfilis's horrific trauma after absorbing their soul? Is Galacta conscious in their crystalline prison for all that time? Is Dedede going to get paranoid about constantly being used as a meat puppet?)

Some of these questions are depressing for sure, and some of them don't have happy answers, but they stir something in the heart. And it's that wibbly soul-stirring feeling that pushes me to pick up my pen and draw a four page comic over the course of 24 hours in the first place. ^^; I don't think I’d be as energetic about drawing a comic if it had no "arc." I don’t think I’d be drawing much at all.

Now Magolor is probably the character I make suffer the most. (???) Honestly, I just find him super fascinating and because he's a liar, you almost have to put him under extreme pressure to squeeze anything true out of him. And yeah, I, uh :cough: have a small bevy of half-completed Master Crown-gone-even-worse stories that end with "Uh oh! I guess you are doomed forever now!"

But even then, my longest, most in-depth Magolor story, my ongoing gijinka one where I put him through the wringer and run it back several times more for good measure - the story where I do more emotional (and physical...) damage to him than in probably any other, the story that is going to require more and more content tags as it goes on - has a 100% unambiguous happy ending.

Because I like when things end nicely too!

(Also, I do tag for angst!!)

@trainerbob23

How do I write angst so well? I-is that a compliment? Is it okay to be flattered by this? /srs

1) So, err, okay. I'm a very empathetic person. Like, TOO much empathy. (Hyper sensitive to boot. Wheee...) I'm the kind of person who can't afford to check the news because even a little thing will make me sad all day. (It’s why I interact with so few people outside the very tightly controlled space that is my blog, too. Outside of this place? I’m fragile like glass.)

I can't even watch feel good videos because I start to think "...Oh no! What about everyone else in a similar situation who didn't get saved?!" No joke, it's actually a serious problem in RL that makes even simple chores tricky, but being able to put myself in the shoes of most everyone I encounter has the surprising benefit that it is rather excellent for writing fiction!

When you've accidentally opened yourself up to the reality of people dying, people grieving, and people suffering to their last to the point that you can't go the day without thinking about them... you start to analyze and internalize that pain. In order to move on with your life, you safely compartmentalize it and... in my case, when you're ready to, you crack open those sealed boxes and you use a few droplets of that feeling like it’s.... >.> a certain liquid you only use in very small amounts to sweeten a dessert for your fiction.

2) I worry that this is going to be an unpopular answer (it's not an immutable "rule" but it’s worth keeping in mind) but my other trick is... I'm just plain old! XD I'm older than most of you reading this by at least 10 years. That's 10 more years of lived experience, good and bad. Years to study other writers’ stories, both the famous and the fan-fictional. Years to study people.

It’s extra time I’ve had to have my heart broken and my dreams smashed. Time to feel like I've ruined everything and time to feel like I can still carry on. There are a few “Eragons” out there (does anyone still remember that book?) but for the most part, the people creating our favorite commercial works also lean on the older side! Now, I think that pain is pain. And the pain you feel at 16, 17, 18 and onwards is very real and very true and you can write about it with great effectiveness if your intent is to share with others! And, as you get older, you will (...unfortunately...) pick up more painful experiences and that will allow you to refine those emotions you already know. To find the middle ground between many extremes and narrow in on exactly what you want to convey!

3) I write what I love. I can't help it! I love angsty stories! I've loved them since I was a little Dess! (I've also empathized with "the bad guys" since I was little, haha. Heck, maybe that’s related? Maybe because bad guys always got bad guy endings, I got used to seeing my favorite characters get punished???)

Anyway, I don't know if this is a rule either, but it's fair to say if something is a genre or style you love, you're probably going to be a little better at it than the others. If only because you've got more experience in it and are more likely to recognize the tropes. What's good. What's bad. What is effective. Your vocabulary for that style of work is going to be better.

I mean, if you asked me right now to write Meta-dad fluff? I'd...probably struggle. I don't read enough "d'aww" inducing feel-good stories to know what exactly evokes those feelings in those who love that genre the most. ^^ Like, would Meta just...buying Kirby some ice cream count?? Is that a thing? I can make guesses, but I don't know it as well as I know that Meta Knight is a character who prides himself on having a tightly maintained image, so anything that disrupts that beyond his control is going to rattle him and when a strong character is forced to expose a weakness, it triggers an emotion.

A lot of times, angst can be, err, farmed (?!?) by playing around with opposite traits. Adeleine is a cheery, proactive girl. In fact, we've only EVER seen her be cheery. Getting her to cry is going to cause a reaction. Meanwhile, Dedede is always bold in his actions and very LOUD, so seeing him speak softly as he avoids saying the obvious is going to create some kind of emotional reaction.

Marx, one of my favorite characters, is a funny silly grape boy who never did anything wrong (tm) so I personally love to see him do the unexpected. Be pensive and intelligent. Have his feelings hurt and show fear. Secretly crave friendship despite an attitude that most are likely to find highly abrasive.

I already mentioned above that I find it very effective to put Magolor in a situation where he is forced to confess the truth. But then there are characters like Bandee, who I think is adorable... but he's a squire-type character who's training to become like his heroic idols and...

...My brain doesn't produce a lot for him because the opposite of that would be... um, have his illusions be shattered? But I don't want to see him be disillusioned with Dedede or Kirby. He could be forced to take the lead, but that feels like it would take a lot of setup? (There are several cool "future!" stories out there where Bandee grows up to do exactly that. Which is quite neat.)

Morpho is someone we know so little about, I'd basically have to make stuff for her to begin to find ways to make her pull at the readers heartstrings. But I can use her as a threat to make other characters react! Anyway, in the end, I can't always make the angst work magic for every one. ^^

Milksi!!

Thank you so much. I was really glad to see how accepting everyone was about my post. It's a little frightening to talk about serious issues, even on a personal space, because we're all so public out here on the internet! (In fact, I’m even an eensy bit nervous writing all that stuff up above about my feelings on the importance of writing and allowing angst! Even though I think most of my readers already know and accept my love of the genre...!)

So in that way, I really appreciate what you said!

But oh, I'm sorry to hear that about last month. Sending you warm thoughts for this month!

Same for everyone else!

#Kirby #Dess Answers Questions #Adeleine #King Dedede #Dark Matter Swordsman #mentions of other characters #long post

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theelderscrolling · 2 years

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I'm super torn on whether I think the Skyrim protag being both Dragonborn and Shezzarine is a physically possible thing but like, it's a really fun and chaotic concept concept. The LDB as a mess of opposing forces, anuic Aka/Akatosh and padomaic Lorkhan/Shor squeezed into a body that's already too small, fragile and finite for the demi-time-god-being soul it hosts.

The Dragonborn concept works to a degree without Shezzarine influence: a shard of Akatosh, ultimately derived from the soul of stasis itself, but influenced by its own mortal existence. People are, by nature, driven by the mix of static and chaotic forces that created Mundus in the first place. A Dragonborn's draconic/Akatosh-derived nature will always be affected, whether offset or enhanced, by their mortality. Look at how wielding the dragon tongue comes so naturally to them, and they use it to almost effortlessly produce shouts that other dragons can't even conceptualize.

So having a shard of Lorkhan in there kind of enhances the internal chaos I guess, for better and worse? I mean, which side drives them in the end? Was the world supposed to be destroyed by Alduin, since Alduin is a natural offshoot of the time god? Even Paarthurnax and the Greybeards suggest this world might just be the egg of the next kalpa, the predecessor to another world in the natural "life-cycle" of existence. It's assumed that Akatosh created the Last Dragonborn to stop Alduin, maybe to extend his own reign over time and existence. Or did the time dragon know the end was coming? Was the natural death of the world expected by Akatosh, and was the Last Dragonborn ever actually sent to stop Alduin at all?

Is it that shard of Lorkhan that drives them to fight Alduin, prepared to induce change and shake up the natural order, and to preserve the grand project that Lorkhan created on Nirn in the first place? Or would that side of them have actually embraced the change and coming of a new world, the next step in the development of beings able to achieve what Mundus was designed for?

Is a Shezzarine-Dragonborn affected by the dragon souls they collect? Does it strengthen their position as a fragment of the time god, pushing against the Shezzarine influence inside them? Would that drive them to offset with more chaotic pursuits in an attempt to shake things up, to reinforce that other side before it's quashed altogether (siding with every Daedric Prince they come across. Leading thirty factions at once. Going to war and revolutionizing the leadership of a province they potentially arrived in only a short time ago. Joining a murder squad and assassinating people for Sithis. That sort of thing)

Remember how in Hermaeus Mora's quest, he asks you to open a lockbox promising the Heart of Lorkhan inside- or at least, Septimus Signus is falsely under that impression. Was that tempting to a LDB who knows it is their heart? Like, it CAN'T be their heart because their heart is gone, but what if it WAS and what if it IS still in there and there's so many dragon souls plastered to their own it's smothering the other side of them (and now Hermaeus Mora has his grubby little tentacles meddled in their affairs and they can't help but keep following along. He chose the right thing to tempt them with and now their path is intertwined with him)

Now they're holding a bow, and it's their bow, it was made to fit in their hands (or some part of them, Auri-el's hands), and it's also the weapon that fired their torn-out heart across the skies. They can use it to bring Auri-el's power to Nirn. They also have the option to corrupt it with a Daedric champion's blood and block the light of Aetherius altogether. A great big fuck you to the Aedra in Aetherius and to Auri-el. But would they ever go as far as Harkon and completely corrupt the bow, even if they were a vampire and benefitted from the dark, when the light is intrinsically a part of them, when they are derived from the same being as Auri-el? When the light that fires from sunhallowed arrows comes from a source of power that is so intimately familiar?

#Okay disclaimer I don't know fuck all about the deeper lore I'm just spitballing and I don't plan to post much if at all #TES #the elder scrolls #tes skyrim #skyrim #last dragonborn #teslore #lorkhan #shezzarine #akatosh #auri-el #tes lore

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