#thinking about that thing with amalthea being the only one of her kind to be so close to human

[varilien]

he is so unicorncoded. to me.

#trigun #trigun anime #trigun fanart #vash #vash the stampede #i realize the chiton is the wrong vibe for unicorns but it was just compulsory i've been playing a lot of hades and dragon's dogma #and it was just the first thing that popped into my head to dress him in lmao #this was fun he is so pretty <3 i miss him <3 #anyways i've been thinking about drawing this since my rewatch of the last unicorn a couple years ago #thinking about that thing with amalthea being the only one of her kind to be so close to human #that she can feel pain and love like humans do...... (gestures broadly)

[entityskillcount-archive]

Thoughts on everyone in the realms?

"Short Answer; I made a chart. Not a well drawn chart, mind you, but a chart. Sometimes you don't wanna put effort into drawing 50 something faces"

"Long answer, uh....well lemme go down the list"

Claudette: My Starflower~!! She's so sweet and kind and amazing in trials and every time I see her I swoon a little- I love her so much~ Dwight: He's cute- And he's a good leader, despite his nervous personality, he knows how to bring a group together. Final guy potential. Ash: ....Don't...Tell him I said this? But uh....Evil Dead was one of my biggest comfort series, the thing that got me through losing both my parents....the thing that helped me transition, pick my name, and fueled my FX hobby. And I'm still attached, even realizing he's a real person and all- But...it's weird to just, be upfront with something like that, so I'm just...burying it as best as I can. David: He's a little rough around the edges but he’s good to have in a trial, plus when you can get past the walls, he’s nice to talk to. Kate: Her music by the campfire is calming and she’s such a sweetheart. If we were in a better situation I’d love to learn Guitar from her, but, it’s hard when you’re a moment away from a trial at any given time. Amalthea (@askthewidowstars OC): She judged my entire vibe but jokes on her I’m the one who snagged a cutie for life- Meg: If I had a dollar for every time she left me for dead I would have enough money to paint the entire campfire in solid gold. The only time we’ve ever properly talked was about SAW traps and 90% of it was her admitting she could beat every single trap because she was ‘built different’  Jeff: He’s a sweetheart and really nice to be around. Sometimes when we’re by the campfire in our downtimes I’ll let him draw on my arm. it kinda makes me want a tattoo, honestly. If we ever get out of here, I might get one. Steve: Bros!! We kinda make up team ‘Altruistic Himbo’, Plus the ‘Babysitter/Brother’ Vibes mesh really well. I kinda wanna re-style his hair though, mostly because it looks fluffy, and nice to play with.  Quentin: Bros!! We’re gonna make matching T-Shirts about committing Arson on Freddy in particular. He’s fun to hang around in our downtime, and I hope there’s a chance he can get some actual rest, even in here. He deserves it. Adam: If Dwight wasn’t the leader I feel like he’d take over the Reigns. I feel like he’s the calm type that doesn’t handle energetic types well though. Which, y’know, makes things hard.  Nea: Anytime I see her she’s either sneaking around the map and watching everyone get killed, or doing something stupid to get herself killed. I’d get grey hair if We were actually friends.  Feng: Gamer bros- I got to find out we actually played a lotta the same stuff before we were taken by the Entity. We get a chance to nerd out in between trials- Laurie: Best Final Girl hands down. I kinda hope she can teach me Decisive Strike one day- I feel like its also just a little awkward since again, still a fan of Myers Nancy: She doesn’t agree that Demo’s a good boy, which makes sense, but we but heads over it. Also I’m pretty sure she wants me dead for touching the bones around the map one too many times. They’re just too tempting.... Jake: He’s pretty quiet, but he’s helpful in trials. I heard he’s been to a convention a few times, but I don’t think he’s actually into it as much as I thought...Which kinda sucks. I’d love more cosplay buddies y’know? Yui: Kinda makes me want a motorbike. We don’t talk but she seems really cool. A little too cool to me around if that makes sense.  Yun-Jin: She benefits off of throwing everyone else under the bus. And 90% of the time she will throw everyone under the bus. Even if she needs actual help to escape the trial.  Cheryl: Cheryylll!!  She’s really cool and honestly would add her to the ‘Can kill god if she was not nerfed’ Squad. Especially since y’know, she has- I bet if we got enough of the kids together we could just beat the Entity’s ass. I know she could.  Tapp: Always been a fan of Tapp before I was taken, although I feel like he’d wanna arrest me if we weren’t in the Entity’s Realm. I might be a little too excited for my own good about Kramer’s work. I don’t think he’d believe the fact its a movie either.  Ace: He’s kinda like the Uncle of the group around the campfire, but, coming into trials, He’s still for saving his own skin- You can also only stand dad jokes for so long. Especially in an eternity like this.  Leon: He’s cool!!! I got so excited first realizing He and Jill were here, and I wanna get a chance to talk to him about everything that went down, but Haven’t got the chance. He’s nice inside of Trials though, usually doesn’t leave anyone behind. Not a fan of getting blinded though.  Jill: She knows how to lead the trials well, and I look up to her a lot. She’s always been such a badass!!  Bill: If Bill gets his hands on a weapon the entire Realm would be fucked. Badass as hell and Kinda scary. Another one on the list of ‘Entity needed to Nerf’ Felix: You’d think a Childless Father and a Fatherless son would be able to bond a bit more, but, I think we each kinda get the same vibe of homesickness from one another. He’s kind though, and it’s neat to see his work whenever we’re by the campfire.  Elodie: She’s better at helping out than most of the others, but she’s still in a survival of the fittest mindset. I loved hearing about her studies from before she was taken though. I feel like if we had more time we could dig deeper into this whole world and what its about. But we don’t get that- Zarina: We just don’t really click as much, honestly. I’d love to get to know her better but I think she’s more into digging into the killers and what she can find out about this place. Which y’know, could be better done with a team. Sage (@askthewidowstars OC): HUSBAND!!! My husband. I love him to the Moon and back. He’s amazing and I miss him even when we’re five feet apart-  ...I need a hug now-  Amanda: Best girl hands down!! We vibed a lot in between Trials talking about her traps and old designs, she was impressed by my knowledge, and we hang out in Gideon sometimes!   Ghostface: He’s pretty cute- Also fun to be around, even if he’s kind of a dick when he’s actually at work, it’s better when you’re outside of a Trial. It’s also neat to see he’s not just two idiots in a halloween costume and his own person, as much as I love the Scream Series, too-  Leatherface: Bubba!!! Honestly I’d handle being chainsawed. Fuckin Love Bubba-  Huntress: I wanna learn how to throw hatchets but I know I never will. She’s kinda scary, but also I feel like if she could adopt some of the others in the Realms, she totally would.  Oni: The only times I’ve ever really seen him is just before my skull gets bashed in. All I really have associated to him is the splitting headache.  Twins: I’m gonna punt Victor into the sun. I haven’t been good around kids beforehand and this tiny gremlin motherfucker just makes it worse.  Pinhead: I was so excited to see him!! He’s one of the few that talks more often than not in a trial, and he’s always had this air of elegance about him which makes it so much cooler! I’d be tempted to grab the box to solve it, but, at the same time Dwight’s already been hunted. I just...want to see how it works, really. Maybe if I ask nicely? Nah, probably not.  Pyramid Head: He’s so fucking COOL!!! He’s always just been really fucking cool and I still get stars in my eyes. I wanna re-create his weapon one day.  Joey: Joey’s one of the chill killers to be around, probably my favorite amongst the legion. Also Cosplay gang?? Hello? Susie: She’s cute!! I like her vibes whenever there’s not violence involved. I wonder if she’d ever get into costume making, she has the artistic eye for it. I also wonder if she’d ever dye other people’s hair...I’d kinda want green tips one day- Frank: Still wanna throw a palette at him. He’s one of the more serious of the Legion, and usually the one you’d find with a Mori. Not as Serious as Julie but only because he has the cocky god complex to go with it.  Julie:  She’s definitely the most serious out of the Legion. There’s no real rest whenever we’re in a trial against her. Scary as hell and less of a bastard than the other three.  Hillbilly: I know he deserved a lot better than this, especially after hearing more about him. I...Haven’t gotten to see much than the end of his chainsaw though.  Blight: This dude’s singlehandedly bringing back my fear of needles and I thought I lost that with HRT- Also like, dude spits up orange fuckin everywhere.  Michael: My Mans!! I always get a little excited knowing we’re up against him. It’s habit- It’s kinda weird to see him easily affected by like, palettes or flashlights though.  Spirit: She seems like she could be nice when there’s some downtime. I’m also one of the few that can understand her well enough, which probably makes things easier. I found out she’s basically my age when I survived a trial by myself. I’d hope to hang out more sometime. Nemesis: God he’s so fucking tall. Kinda surprised it was Nemesis out of everyone that could’ve been brought, and also, kinda terrified? Still am kinda terrified. I’m surprised he hasn’t just torn up an entire map yet. His zombie minions are also annoying. Wraith: All this motherfucker does is roll up to pull me off Gens and Exist as a problem. I don’t see much of him outside of a Trial. Trapper: Motherfucker Incarnate. If the Entity lets us throw hands I’m fighting him first.  Freddy: ....Gross. I liked the Nightmare on Elm Street series a lot, but...Freddy as a person? Ew. Especially this iteration.  Demogorgon: Demopuppy!! He’s a good boy and he deserves to get treats. Even if the Treats are flesh....I wonder if he likes candy though. Trickster: Pretty!! He also Gives me DIO vibes because of the Jacket and the Knife throwing...Imagine if a killer could stop time...that’d be terrifying. Deathslinger: I wanna sit down and look at his gun more but I also feel like if I ask I’d just get shot on sight. Intimidating as hell but also cool. Mary: ....Still on the very complicated ‘Ex Girlfriend that murdered me’ State. It’s hard to avoid her though. Especially since she wants to get back together since we’re stuck here. Nurse: She does not help my fear of Hospitals, honestly. While she’s easy to go up against, it’s still eugh. Plague: I really, really hate her power. The Sickness and the Vomit is just- Eughhhhh- It just hits every bad sensory issue at once.  Clown: ...I get killers are Killers and aren’t supposed to be good people but also like....Disgusting. Please Remove from the Realm. He’s just- ...Ew.  Doctor: NOPE. NO. NEVER. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.

#asks #anonymous #God this was so much to write out

[lewis-winters]

Hi! i really enjoy your daemon au and i-ve gone and watched the new his dark materials series because of it. i love your take on daemons and was wondering if you have nymore headcanons for the other boys? what's luz's daemon? liptons? how do you pick their names? are there any daemons who Re the same sex as their humans? you dont have to rwply if you dont want to i just wanted to tell you i enjoy your world very much!!

Oh, hi! I’m glad you’re watching the new His Dark Materials adaptation! It’s pretty good, huh?

I do have headcanons for not just most of the boys but for the world itself. Though I also call it His Dark Materials!AU alongside daemon!AU it’s actually more the latter than the former. The only things I carried over into this AU from the original world of His Dark Materials are the existence of daemons, the fact that daemons are made of Dust particles, and the existence of witches. The magisterium or any kind of theocracy doesn’t exist. The authority and the angels also do not carry over. Instead, our own religions exist, but there’s just as much emphasis on spiritualism and mysticism as there is on moralism, which I believe would be the natural development of religion in this world where your soul/daemon, the spiritual aspect of you, is literally there for everybody else to see.

All of the boys have small or medium sized daemons, the biggest probably belonging to that of Ron and Tab, who have an Ocelot daemon and a sheepdog daemon respectively. The reason for this being that small or medium sized daemons are easily carried and they, alongside bird or other kinds of flying daemons, are preferred by the airborne. You still gotta jump out of a perfectly good airplane largely undetected. Can’t do that with an elephant daemon. 

Ok. This got real long so I’m putting the rest under the cut. tw: mentions of death, trauma, and mutilation.

Some of the younger boys’ daemons haven’t settled. Miller, Hashey, Garcia, and Jackson. Hashey and Garcia’s settle in Hageneu. Miller and Jackson never get the chance.

Shifty’s daemon, Myrtle, is a Capybara. But he doesn’t know that. Every time somebody asked him what his daemon was, he’d shrug, say ‘Don’t rightly know,’ then leave it at that. What can he do? Capybara’s aren’t native to Virginia and he’s never been out of Virginia. Webster was the one to tell him that Myrtle was a Capybara because he’d read about them in a book somewhere that one time. Myrtle was startled by this and said; “I thought I was some kind of dog!” that was one of the few times she ever spoke out-loud during the whole war.

As I’ve said before in this post, Lew’s daemon is a chameleon named Amalthea. For all of the events of episode 9, Lew kept her in his pocket and that scared almost everybody shitless, because it made it seem like he was walking around without a daemon. The replacements assigned to them around that time, like O’Keefe, thought he didn’t have a soul. He never bothered to correct them because that meant letting Amalthea out, and the idea of her being in the open and vulnerable made him especially ill. He’d rather people thought he was soulless than allow himself and Amalthea to get hurt again. Which is so Lewis.

Skip has a hummingbird daemon named Ilaria, which is a name that means happiness and joy. This daemon-human duo wasn’t hard for me to figure out. It just fits.

Malarkey’s daemon is an artic hare with a summer coat named Felis. She’s settled, but after Foy and after losing Skip and Alex and Buck, she changes again. Subtlely, of course, and not wholely. She stays an artic hare, but instead of a summer coat, she permanently has a winter coat.

It’s not uncommon in this world for your daemon to change after severe trauma. I bet as the field of psychology expands, so does the understanding of trauma’s effects on the soul expand. There’s many studies on the changing of once settled daemons in relation to soldiers’ PTSD.

Buck’s daemon, a male bald eagle named Romulus, changes entirely. Still a bird, but instead of an eagle, he turns into a snowy owl. Before the war, he was a chatty daemon. After, he barely speaks and only does so to Buck and, very rarely, to those close to them.

Eugene Sledge’s male daemon, Daecon goes from a blood hound and gets turned into a Luzon bleeding heart-- which, I know is on the nose but it’s just. It’s such a cool bird, ya’ll. I’ve seen one up-close and ever since that day, I have not known any peace. The shift would be painful and would happen very slowly. It was actually horrific and was a trauma in and of itself. That was the last time they ever changed, though.

I also headcanon that the longer you’ve been settled, the harder and more painful the shift.

Merriell Shelton’s daemon settles in Gloucester. Into what, I’m not sure yet, but a part of me thinks she’s settled into some kind of big cat from the rain forests. Either a cloud leopard or a jaguar. Her name’s Charlotte but he calls her Lottie. Don’t ask me why. It just fits.

That being said, I have some Thoughts about people with big cat daemons. They’re usually aloof. Like, they make a very impactful first impression but they’re mostly solitary individuals who are weird af and difficult to get to know. It takes a really special person to tame a human with a big cat daemon. Once you earn their trust, that’s for life. They’re also really self-assured and are very secure in their sense of self. There is almost little to no tension between big cat daemons and their humans, and if there is, it gets explosive.

Ron Speirs has a big cat daemon, a female Ocelot named Aurele. She never talks, not even to Ron. They have this silent gaze/telepathy going on. Ron also takes on a couple of animalistic traits because of it. They could also... stretch their bond really far? Which is scary as fuck. People think he’s the son of a witch who, in her desperation to make him immortal, made him go through the ritual that allows a witch and her daemon to part for long periods of time and great distances. This is not true. Ron and Aurele just have really high pain tolerance.

Eugene Roe, on the other hand, is the son of a witch. His maman, however, did not make him go through the ritual because he’s not her first son. She knows the pain of outliving her sons well. She loves him all the same but understands that he will die well before her. Eugene’s daemon is a male kinkajou named Louis. Which is both a surprise and also not. For much of the war there’s a lot of tension there. Louis craves connection with others, Roe needs isolation to keep their sanity. It kind of turns into this thing where, if you wanted to comfort Roe or be close to him, you’d have to go through his daemon instead.

Babe’s daemon is a squirrel. A very chatty female russian squirrel named Abigail. They talk to each other a lot, and Abby talks to other people a lot too. Sometimes, she even answers in lieu of Babe. They’re both very blunt and very out there, no hiding with Babe and Abby. It used to get them into a lot of trouble with the nuns at school, who believed that daemons are only meant to be seen and not heard. A+ Catholic repression.

George’s daemon was a little tricky to me. I know his daemon is female and that her name is Thalia. I also know that she can fly. My first thought was: Parrot, either a hyacinth macaw or a white cockatoo. But, I also really like the idea of George having a Butterfly daemon. Particularly one that looks like a leaf when her wings are folded up but is brilliantly jewel toned when she opens them. In the end, I opted for George entering the army, having not settled just yet, and he and Thalia are this kind of double-act, where she shifts into whatever form is necessary for the punchline of the joke. She only settles into a parrot (idk still what kind) after their first jump and all the excitement in Carentan. A gradual thing. They don’t even notice until just before the jump in Holland. When they miss someone, Thalia will mimic that person’s voice. First, it was George’s mama and the voice of her daemon, both speaking in rapid fire portugese. Later on, in Austria, Thalia starts imitating all the friends they’ve lost. Sometimes she’ll sound like Skip. Other times, she’ll sound like Bill. It takes a very long time for her to break this habit. To the point wherein she and George don’t even remember what her real voice sounds like.

Lip’s daemon settled really early and is a female Bonobo named Jane. Has been since he was ten and made man of the house. This, like Skip and Ilaria, was very easy for me to figure out.

Dick’s daemon is a Caracara raptor bird. I’m still figuring out the specifics so she doesn’t have a name yet. Sorry.

As mentioned, Tab has a sheepdog daemon named Marisa who enjoys keeping him and everybody else in check. Have you met a sheepdog? They will literally herd you. It doesn’t matter if you are not a lamb or a sheep. They will nip at your heels until you go where they want to go. That’s Marisa. She’ll nip at Tab’s heels, she’ll nip at everybody else’s heels. If you are going somewhere she does not want you to go she will make sure you know her displeasure. 

It is also super funny when she looks Tab in the eye and goes “Down, boy.” It never fails to make Tab go red and make everybody else laugh. 

Harry’s daemon-- and don’t get mad at me-- but Harry’s daemon is a Scottish Terrier named Saoirse. He carries her around strapped to his chest during jumps. It’s fucking cute. Don’t say that to their faces though because they will lose all respect for you. It’s a daemon suited more to a teacher than it is to a soldier, that’s for sure.

Bill’s daemon is a pit-bull named Darla. Scary looking one, too, with a very bawdy sense of humor. She will growl at you and pretend to bite and you will be very scared but she only does it as a joke. She’s honestly really cool. When Bill and Babe are walking around together, Abby likes to perch on top of Darla’s head. It’s adorable. Sometimes, when Abby gets too much, Darla carries her around in her mouth. It’s still cute. But only to them, everybody else finds it vaguely horrifying.

I know there’s this taboo of humans not touching other humans’ daemons but it’s kinda difficult in such close-quarters like theirs. It is also heavily implied in the original text of Philip Pullman, that the no-touching thing is a cultural thing. Like, I think in religions that deal a lot in repression like Catholicism or Protestantism, the touching of another’s daemon is a no-no and is only reserved for the most intimate of relations (i.e. marriage). But I feel like religions such as Judaism, Wiccan, Paganism, or even some branches of Folk-Catholicism encourage touch/celebrate that connection between two humans. Neither of these two beliefs are wrong, of course. It’s just a cultural thing and they carry with them both pros and cons.

I bet Lieb grew up very used to his daemon being touched by his mother and father or older siblings. It’s not taboo to him, though he recognizes that it’s taboo to others. He doesn’t get it though, and is constantly rolling his eyes every time somebody gasps when they accidentally touch someone’s daemon.

A lot of the boys just kinda ignore the touching daemons thing until they get used to it.

I’m not sure what Lieb’s daemon is or what her name is, too. I know she’s a social kind of daemon-- not solitary like a big cat or a reptile (like snakes). I thought maybe a wolf, but a wolf daemon is too... large and there are a lot of connotations attached to it. I think Lieb’s daemon is something medium-sized and unassuming. Not a dog. Not a domestic cat either. A part of me thinks flightless bird, but no. Not that either. Give me time. I’ll figure her out. As of now, I’m thinking either a marsupial or a canidae/fox but not quite. She’s a mammal, that much I know. Just don’t know what kind.

Grant’s daemon is a male domestic cat named Saladin. He’s either an Abyssinian or a Bengal. Either way, he’s really cool. Like super cool. They’re both super duper cool.

And... that’s kinda it. That’s all I have for now. I’m really sorry it got so long, anon. I get really excited when talking about daemons. It’s character study but with animals! Thank you for giving me this opportunity to ramble. This is where I leave you.

#band of brothers #dæmon au #bob aus #tp aus #the pacific #but only eugene and snaf #ask #bob hcs #tp hcs

[rainyday-deer]

Since Hic already made the post for the other TLU AU, this one here is the strictly Tangled Raptor one and tbqh I’m stoked for it because Hectorcorn and Magician Punzel alone lmao Some of the roles have stayed the same (Particularly Adira, Gothel, Cass and Dwayne)

And, since I hardcore ship Schmendrick and Amalthea in the source material, I am living my dreams here.

Lots of thanks to @bonbonni and @horrendoushaddock for hasing a lot of this stuff out with me~

Unicorns are pretty mystical, magical, and well regarded, as the story often goes, but they can and will fuck you up. Think swans but pointy. Still, they’ve got the whole Usual Unicorn Shebang going on for them, and turns there’s only one cranky unicorn left. A passing Butterfly (Hi Adira!) tells said cranky unicorn what happened, and off he goes, since... Well. Staying in one forest for centuries has left him the last, and he won’t stand for that.

Punz is a struggling magician ala Schmendrick, and means well. She’s endearing enough to our Unicorn that he doesn’t mind her company when she tags along. She also gets the silly hat. I love the silly hat.

Varian is our Molly, though rather than being angry that a Unicorn shows up when he’s. Yknow, older, he’s angry that a Unicorn showed up now, a whole year after his father is dead. Quirin got pretty sick, and Varian got desperate for a miracle. Of course he tried everything else in the book too, but he didn’t stop hoping or looking for a Unicorn and its healing magic until Quirin finally passed. He tags along because Rapunzel invites him, and he... Doesn’t really have anywhere else to go. He knows it’s not really fair to hold a grudge against a unicorn either, but, here he is. The cranky old thing grows on him anyway, and when Hector starts losing himself, he’s a little bummed about it.

Nooooot as much as Rapunzel is though, since it’s her fault for turning him human in the first place... And she’s a little in love with him. She’s kind of torn.

They’re a weird lil trio, but a fun lil trio.

Other notable roles and changes have Zhan Tiri as Haggard, Matthews at Mabruk, and Eugene as Lir-- Though Eugene is sweet on the spunky Magician girl, rather than the scary feral man who won’t stop glaring at him. A shame the spunky magician girl seems pretty smitten with the scary feral man, though.

Haven’t quite decided on if the ending will play out like the source material or not, but Punz does kick the bucket via red bull/Lir show down and Hector doesn’t take it well. She gets better. It’s fine.

#Rapunzel #Hector TTS #Varian #;Raptor #HectorPunz #Because Nothing Ends AU #Moga's art #scribbly scroobly #;;Tangled #Feral Tree Man #My Baby #Var!

[the-writing-mobster]

⭐ :3

Eeeee, thank you for the ask!

I had to think long and hard about what I wanted to discuss; Chapter 8! Uuuggghhh. Part one is pretty underrated and there isn't a lot of feedback for it but it has MOST of my favorite moments. Mostly because of the foreshadowing and EXTREME sexual tension.

Also, I should mention: spoilers under the cut!

Papyrus was nowhere to be seen, but she froze when she caught Sans in the kitchen. He hadn’t noticed her presence yet, so she ducked away and hid behind the wall. 

He was mumbling to himself as he made coffee, clearly tired as hell. She poked her head out and noticed there was a list sitting on the kitchen island. Most likely for her.

“Sans! Let’s go!” shouted Papyrus as the front door slammed open. She flinched and jerked back into hiding as Sans groaned and stomped out of the kitchen. Frisk’s breath hitched as he marched past her. He grinned when he saw her.

“Good luck…” he purred...

I liked this chapter a lot. Frisk's first day on the job, getting to know her more, and of course Sans being just... Awful. Sans being awful was actually my favorite thing to write.

I also just... Really wanted to write a super domestic chapter. So chapter 8 is filled to the brim with cleaning and shit like that. It was supposed to be a break from all the action.

I've kind of always wanted to be good at housework (not for traditional reasons or anything, just for like... I hate being in a dirty environment but I suuuuck at cleaning and cooking and baking) so writing this was like a little bit of escapism. Weird that I'd find escapism in chores... 🤷‍♀️

(it would've only been made better if she'd had an actual french maid outfit... 😏)

Flowey eventually joined her after she took the nicely folded clothes upstairs. By then it was eight a.m. They worked together to dust. It was the dusting that started to drag on time.

I actually had to look up how long it would take to clean an entire house. I read like two articles on Maids and the hours they worked. One was on house maids... That's not what they're called I just— whatever. And the other was hotel maids. What I learned was that it took around five hours??? Yeah. Around five hours. And of course, it took longer than that for her because of Calibri.

As she stared into Calibri's silver eyes, she began to tear up at the beauty. 

Overcome by the unicorn's majesty, she began to sob and she stumbled back. It cocked its head in curiosity and studied her. Frisk's soul began to burn and glow from within her chest and those silver eyes almost seemed to be piercing right through her and studying the contents of her soul. Judging her for all she was worth. 

In myth, unicorns were said to come to young virgin girls and were only calm in their presence. It was the best way to trap and tame said magical horses. Obviously, Frisk is not a young virgin girl, but! Virginity is a construct and Calibri obviously loves her. Frisk doesn't feel worthy of being in his presence, but he judges the contents of her soul and... Well... Obviously she's pure of heart despite everything.

And also, there's a line in the Last Unicorn about Lady Amalthea that describes Frisk and the effect she has the monsters to a Tee.

“The Lady Amalthea beckoned, and the cat wriggled all over, like a dog, but he would not come near... She was offering her open palm to the crook-eared cat, but he stayed where he was, shivering with the desire to go to her"...[later, Molly asked the cat] "Why were you afraid to let her touch you? I saw you. You were afraid of her."

"If she had touched me," he said very softly, "I would have been hers and not my own...”

(I love this book) So obviously, Frisk is a unicorn to the monsters. Completely irresistible and once you go near her you belong to her forever. In the best way possible that is. I wanted to make this comparisons early on between her and a real unicorn.

"Merde!" She exclaimed as she shot out from the stable and sprinted to the shed to get the snow shovel. She slid on the ice of the driveway and almost fell onto her ass. She regained her balance and began to work at the pathway. 

Sans would've laughed his ass off at this. That is all.

As she looked through the catalogue of cookbooks that Papyrus owned, she noticed a common theme. Italian food. 

"Well isn't that ironic?" She murmured.

Frisk is so SICK of Italian food and she just can't seem to escape it!

"We arrested that Snowdrake Comedian today." The muffled voice of Papyrus alerted Frisk to his presence and she felt a spike of adrenaline enter her. Is this what cooking show contestants felt as the timer counted down?

"Why the fuck—what, Asgore can't handle some political satire?" She rushed about the kitchen to get the last remaining things she needed as she heard the crunch of footsteps in the snow.

Oh what's this? Foreshadowing??? The Angelicans aren't mentioned at all in Part One but their shadow is cast everywhere if you look close enough! Perhaps because everything was planned from the beginning. 😉

"Sans! Get your pathetic ass down here! Dinner is ready!" Barked Papyrus. Frisk heard a thump from upstairs and she flinched. Sans? I need to get out of here. 

Ahahaha! She hates him so much and I love it.

It was only until she was walking down the hall to her room when she heard a creak. She turned around and flinched when she saw Sans. He grinned at her, his plate of food in hand. His eyes rolled over her and she shrunk under his gaze. Never had she ever felt so uncomfortable around someone. The way his fanged grin leered at her, threatening to rip her to pieces. He was a shark and she was just a minnow. 

Now this part... This is my favorite part and the reason I chose chapter 8 to talk about.

He reached out to an in-table and knocked over a vase. She flinched as it thudded on the floor, and she slowly realized just what he was doing. She stared up at him with wide eyes as he leaned forward. 

"Pick it up," he demanded in a soft, menacing voice.

Ooooooof. Something about that is so awful but sooo... I don't know. I was literally grinning so hard when I wrote this. The spirit of Sans the Skeleton possessed me and I was just like "heh heh heh.... Get wrecked little girl."

Flowey glared up at Sans, but held his tongue for Frisk's sake. She looked down at the vase, and then back up at him with a scowl. She wanted to tell him no. Spit on him. Turn away. Slam her door. Flip him off. Stand up for herself… 

Alternative scene would be where she slaps him across the face and then he laughs at her and calls her interesting OR threatens her but that never happened so I never wrote it. 🤷‍♀️ Also she'd be actin strong but her hand would be STINGING because slapping hard bone would HURT.

 He was still grinning at her, and she swallowed her dignity. She didn't do any of those things. Slowly, she stooped down and grabbed the vase. She gathered the decorative feathers and stuffed them back inside as she replaced the vase on the table. That bastard. Does he really think he can just do this? … I guess he can. I'm basically their slave now. What a nightmare. Oh God… what am I going to do? 

Sans hummed in delight and gave her another lingering stare. Slowly, he nodded his head, a sort of smug satisfaction about himself as he turned away. She glared at him. 

I kinda laughed when I wrote this because I pictured him doing the most Smug McAsshole nod like he was so proud of himself for pulling that shit.

"Papyrus may act like he's in charge, but at the end of the day… I'm the guy that might just kill ya," he said as he got to his door. He winked at her before he slipped in and shut the door behind him. Left alone, she gasped for breath, as if there had been a pressure on her chest and the weight had finally been removed. She staggered and leaned against the wall for balance. 

The threat. The wink. The assholery. I love it. God. Writing this scene, I was so excited about it. I'd literally reread it over and over again. Also, this line he says comes back in a future chapter during a Part 3 torture scene. (Referencing past chapters is my favorite thing to do. It's like when a comedian references a joke in another joke in their set.)

Chapter 8 is definitely one of my favorites, but it's not the only one I want to talk about! Go ahead and send me stars (⭐) in my ask box if you want more "director" cuts for WDYW!

#wdyw #underfell #underfell frans #underfell Frisk #Underfell Sans #director’s cut ask meme #writer’s commentary #ask me about wdyw #seriously I absolutely adore this chapter #but there are many more I’d love to discuss!

[mxliv-oftheendless]

Twist of Fate, Chapter 5

We’re back again! I’m thinking I’m going to post new chapters every other day so I don’t overwhelm myself with stuff I have to do. So without further ado, here’s the next chapter! I’m sure y’all want to see what happens after that cliffhanger I ended Chapter 4 on lol. Tagging @cosmicrealmofkissteria and @tanookiroxx. Enjoy! 

In which Starchild is stressed out, and Amalthea provides some information that does not help at all... or does it?

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When morning came and Starchild opened his eyes, the first thing he recalled from last night was…

“Tomaziel…”

Starchild went still and stared at the wall in absolute horror. Oh Gods… what had he done?

He rolled over onto his back and dragged his hand over his eyes, groaning. He couldn’t believe he had done that. He couldn’t believe he had moaned out Tomaziel’s name.

Even if… Even if the memory of hearing it on his tongue made his heart beat a little faster in his chest, because in that moment it had felt so incredibly right to say it out loud.

No! No, he couldn’t. He couldn’t do this again—fall in love with someone and ultimately get his heart broken. First it was Nikki, then it was Ace, then it was Nikki again… He couldn’t fall in love with Tomaziel, just to get his heart broken when he inevitably learned Tomaziel didn’t feel the same way about him.

Or was he even in love? Maybe it was just a lust attraction. If he was being honest with himself, Tomaziel was handsome. He obviously spent time grooming himself, and it showed; he couldn’t help liking that about him. But maybe he was simply attracted to how handsome Tomaziel was, not Tomaziel himself.

He winced. That actually sounded worse… If it really was that, he couldn’t ever tell him. He didn’t want to be the one that broke a heart, especially if it was Tomaziel’s. Tomaziel was too kind, too patient, too empathetic to deserve that.

And anyway, if he was for a moment to pretend that maybe it wasn’t a lust attraction and that he really did like Tomaziel himself… Tomaziel couldn’t possibly feel the same way.

… Or could he?

Suddenly Starchild thought back to the day he arrived. When he held out his hand for Tomaziel to shake. When Tomaziel had touched his hand and accidentally shocked him. But hadn’t he said it was because he was still learning how to control his lightning?

And yet at the same time, a memory resurfaced, of years and years ago at the party where he met Ace for the first time. When their hands touched, and he felt the same kind of electric shock.

“Don’t you worry your curly little head about that, Starshine. It’s a good thing on Jendell… trust me.”

What did that mean?

-JENDELL-

For the first time the entire week, Starchild was incredibly distracted the entire meeting. He stared off into space, trying to think and figure things out. What could the electric shock mean? It wasn’t a painful shock; more of what happened when someone rubbed their feet on a carpet and then touched you.

Thinking about what had happened when Tomaziel touched his hand made his hand tingle at the memory. It felt so pleasant…

But what was he supposed to do? How could he tell Tomaziel, when Tomaziel probably only saw him as a friend. Did he even want to be with Tomaziel in a romantic way, or was he simply attracted to him because of his looks? And no matter what the answer, there was no way it would go anywhere—he had two more weeks before returning home, and both he and Tomaziel would be busy for most of the days.

He suddenly felt an elbow nudge him and glanced up. Ace looked at him in slight concern and discreetly pushed a piece of paper at him. Starchild looked down and found Ace had written on it. Everything okay?

He picked up his pencil and wrote back. Yes, I’m fine. Is Monique joining us for lunch today?

Ace smiled. She was on her best behavior all day yesterday, so yes, she is.

I can’t wait to meet her.

Neither can she.

It seemed like hours, but finally the meeting ended. Ace and Starchild immediately stood up, as did Tomaziel, who was sitting on Ace’s other side. “Shall I go begin the preparations now, my King?” he asked.

Starchild had to turn away and pretend he was looking with interest at the lights hanging from the ceiling. Ace paid him no attention. “Yes, that would be good, Tomaziel.”

“Preparations for what?” Starchild asked as they headed out of the meeting hall.

“For the party at the end of the three weeks you’re here,” Ace explained. “It’s to give a nice send-off to the KISSterians.”

Starchild smiled; he did like the sound of that. “That sounds fun,”

“Well, I hope it will be,” Ace chuckled. “But enough about that. Lunchtime!”

-JENDELL-

When they arrived in the smaller dining room, set for the two of them, the Elder, and Amalthea, they found the Elder and Amalthea already there. Sitting with Amalthea was a little girl who… actually, who looked like a spitting image of Ace. “—when will they be here?” she was groaning impatiently to Amalthea.

“Right now,” Ace said aloud, grinning at the sight of the girl.

The girl whipped her head around and immediately lit up. “Father!” She got up to run to Ace as he knelt down to her height.  

Laughing, Ace hugged her, then tapped her nose. “Were you a good girl all morning, Moni?”

“Yes, Father!” she nodded her head and smiled proudly, perhaps proud of herself.

“Good, because there’s someone who wants to meet you.” Ace turned her to gesture up to Starchild. “Monique, I’d like you to meet Prince Starchild,”

Just as Ace had said yesterday, Monique looked up at him in awe. Smiling, Starchild went down on one knee and offered his hand to her. “Hello, Monique. I’ve been waiting all week to meet you.”

“Really?” Monique asked, blinking in surprise.

“Yes, really. Your father’s told me a lot about you.”

Monique smiled and took his hand to shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Prince Starchild,”

“Oh, please, just Starchild is fine.”

“Really?” Monique looked starstruck, and it made Starchild smile even more.

“Yes, really.”

Monique smiled so wide he thought it would split her face in two. “Can we sit together while we eat?”

“As long as your parents don’t mind,”

To his amusement, Monique scoffed. “They won’t mind. Come on!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the table.

Starchild laughed and started walking. “Lead the way, Princess,”

He spent most of lunch talking with Monique—or, rather, him answering all the questions the little princess was firing off at him. She wanted to know everything about KISSteria, his life, what it was like being a Prince, what it was like being in a band on Earth, if she had meant anyone cool, and so forth and so forth and so forth.

It was easy to distract himself from what had been plaguing his thoughts all morning. All he could think about was that shock. Was he just overthinking it? Was it really just Tomaziel’s powers briefly losing control? And how “good” exactly was the shock?

When lunch was over, Ace volunteered to take Monique back to her room. “Alright, c’mon, you little troublemaker!” he lifted her up off the ground.

Monique giggled and gave him an innocent look. “I’m not a troublemaker, Papa!”

“Yeah, I’m sure,”

Starchild smiled at them. Then he noticed Amalthea getting up to leave. “Amalthea,” he said quickly, standing. “Could I speak to you for a moment?”

Amalthea looked surprised but nodded. “What about?”

“Nothing,” Starchild turned to smirk at Ace. “I just wanted to know how much of a pain in the neck it is to be married to Ace.”

“Hey!” Ace protested. “I’m not that bad, am I?” He looked at Amalthea, who pretended to be engrossed at looking up at the sky. “Amalthea!”

Amalthea laughed. “I’m only kidding, dear,”

“I’m being ganged up on!” Ace proclaimed dramatically. “Monique, you still love me, right?”

Monique hugged his neck. “I still love you, Father,”

“Hah, see? Moni still loves me!”

Once they had walked off, as had the Elder, Amalthea turned to Starchild. “Now, what did you wish to speak about? I get the feeling it isn’t about Ace.”

Starchild shook his head. “No… Well, actually, he does have something to do with it. When…” How was he going to phrase it? “When Ace touches your hand, do you ever feel a… an electric shock?”

Luckily, Amalthea understood immediately. “Oh, you mean the Spark?”

“The Spark?”

“Yes, that is what we call it. Yes, I do. Truth be told, it… it took some time. Nothing happened when we were first married, because we hardly knew each other. But as we spent more time together, one day…” Amalthea seemed to be smiling at the memory. “One day, it happened.”

Starchild nodded. “All right. But… what does it mean?”

“Well, when we Jendellians are… attracted, you might say, to someone, more static electricity builds up in their bodies. And when they are close to that person, the one they are attracted to, the electricity discharges. Often if they touch the person, it can feel like a static shock.”

Starchild’s heart began to nervously beat faster. “Oh… I see…”

“Why do you ask?”

He immediately panicked. What was he supposed to say? “Oh, no reason, just panicking that your aide might have given me a static shock that was actually the Spark all along, nothing major,”? “… I saw a mention of the Spark in a book and wanted to know what it was,”

“Did the book not explain?”

“No, it didn’t,”

“Ah, I see. It is not as common in KISSteria, I imagine.”

“No… No, it isn’t. Thank you, Amalthea.”

Amalthea smiled and nodded, and he wished he could be as happy as she was. “You’re quite welcome.” She gathered up her skirts. “Now, if you will excuse me, I must go see where my husband and daughter went off to.”

A laugh burst out. “No doubt they’re causing trouble,”

“No doubt. She takes after him far too much.”

“Oh, I could tell,”

As soon as she walked off, Starchild turned around and tried to think of what to do. He couldn’t believe what he had been told. Was Tomaziel attracted to him? Was there even a possibility of it? Or had it just been an accident? He wasn’t sure which was worse…

You need to tell him, his mind said aloud. But what if Tomaziel took it the wrong way? What if it wasn’t the Spark and he was overthinking things? You still need to tell him. At the very least, tell him you might be falling for him. There’s no need to tell him you moaned out his name last night.

There was still a large part of Starchild that didn’t want to tell Tomaziel anything at all. He wanted to keep his mouth shut and not say anything, so he wouldn’t ruin whatever friendship he had formed with the man. He actually valued his and Tomaziel’s friendship; he liked having a friend who he could talk about anything with. He liked having a friend who knew he used to be someone he probably wouldn’t have liked, but didn’t care. He liked Tomaziel… as a friend.

“Tomaziel…”

Or did he?

Starchild rubbed his temples, groaning helplessly. This wasn’t getting him anywhere. He needed to go hit something. Wasn’t there a training hall somewhere?

After a brief period of wandering aimlessly, he got directions and made a beeline down the hall. Perhaps some time in the training hall would let him take his mind off things. Who knew, perhaps he would even be able to think more clearly after working out? He could hear the sounds of crackling electricity as he got closer; someone was already in there. But it wasn’t until he opened the doors and walked inside that he saw who it was, and he froze and stared.

Because once again, fate had decided to make him encounter Tomaziel.

#Shandi's KISSteriaverse #twist of fate #lmao starchild i'm sorry i'm doing this to you sweetie #... only a little bit #also we finally meet the little princess monique! #also i know at this point it's obvious this is a spacechild fic so i'm going to start adding that tag after the next chapter #AND I ENDED IT ON ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER XD I'M TERRIBLE #spacechild #kiss au writing #my writing #hope you enjoyed! #stay tuned for chapter six!

[divinelittlelight-blog]

Libera Me

Author’s note: This takes place after Michael’s death. He’s caught in limbo still trying to fulfill his purpose and he’s stuck between older Michael and baby Michael.

Amalthea felt strange as she entered the room, dressed in a wine-colored robe, careful not to trip over the heaviness of the long hem, even with all her grace.  Her long, blonde locks were tucked back under the hood, and she was glad for it, because hiding during uncertainty made her feel better, especially when she was nervous.  This place was foreign, as were the smells that assaulted her delicate nose, the mask covering her face unable to hinder the scent of smoky incense wafting throughout. Yet despite this, the room was considerably clear and warm.  It seemed the walls were draped in velvet a shade darker than what she wore and in the center were her peers, gathered around in a circle all wearing the same robes. They too had masks covering their faces and remained silent, their attention on the one in the center.  

He alone wore a black robe, the inside lined in a blood red color and the hood draped down over his shoulders.  Unlike the others, his honey colored locks fell free and ended in soft waves over his ears. His eyes were bright, displaying perfect clarity in tones of blue and grey, and his smile, most of all, was affable, but Amalthea could tell there was something hidden behind it.  The kindness served as his mask.

“Come forward, Libra. Tell us what you see,” he invited with a slow wave of his hand over the others.

Each of them symbolized one sign of the zodiac, including the golden boy in the middle, who looked more like an angel than anything.  They’d been chosen specifically for their gifts, including Amalthea.

She was glad he couldn’t see the weariness in her eyes as her feet moved, one after the other over the red strip of carpet until it placed her on the edge of the human circle. A few of them took deep breaths and shortly after, another figure, shadowed in the corner of the room, huffed.

The leader rolled his eyes but said nothing, though his smile faltered. He seemed tired and bored, in need of something more vibrant.

“That one,” Amalthea said softly, pointing to the first figure, a representative of Aquarius,” vision, strength, passion…” her finger moved over everyone, and each one was given the definition behind their personality. It wasn’t fancy. Most already knew what each person possessed hypothetically, but when she stopped on him, she took her mask off.

“Uncertainty,” she whispered.  A silver light seemed to glow between her brows, the embodiment of true power revealed as a third eye. “And death.  What are you trying to do, Michael? Why are we here?”

He was glad she knew his name.  It helped his purpose come smooth from his mouth in words. “I’ve been promised another chance if I can open the eye of hell, and I only need you to do it. You’re the last piece of the puzzle. Took you long enough to get here.” He brushed his hands together, determination in his smile and his stride as he came forward and put a hand on her shoulder.  The gleam on her forehead seemed pointless to him, but he reached out and touched it.  This sleight of hand made her dizzy, but nothing more.

“We’re on an astral plain of existence. What could you possibly do? To achieve this, you’d need everyone in this room in the physical sense,” she explained.

“You see? This is why I admire you the most. None of the others have come forward to tell me the truth, but you, you don’t hold back.”

“Actually, I don’t like confrontation at all usually, but you dragged me in here without my consent. Out of all the Libras in the world, you had to pluck me from my perfect sleep, and drag me into a dream for some ritual that won’t work. Now I’m going to be exhausted when I do wake up.  A word of advice? Let go. You had your chance and you died.”

The words cut sharp and Amalthea instantly regretted it. Sleep or lack thereof always watered down her inner filter, causing daggers to come flying out of her mouth, to which Michael laughed.

He seemed amused by it and proceeded to torment her with visions of his bloodied body, ruined and dragged out on some street.  Michael had her at a disadvantage there, pulling at her heart strings, the balance of fairness lacking.

“Curse you,” she sighed, in desperate need of throwing something back at him mentally, but spur of the moment action was often hard for her to achieve, as issues always needed a good think before a comeback.

The inner war had started a debate on what was right and what was wrong and how the situation could be fixed in all fairness for everyone. It wasn’t right to save the antichrist, that much she knew, but killing a baby?  

He stepped away from her then, leaving her to battle her soul’s turmoil, confident that his innocence would take precedence over his true nature in her mind.  

The other robed figures got off their knees and began to hum, and the stranger in the corner came forward. He held a ladle full of red wine.  It shimmered and danced under the dull light, but he was careful not to spill it, and each participant took a small sip.  

Once the wine had been passed, to which Amalthea refused, one by one, they took turns raising their long sleeves to bare their wrists over the large circle in the center. Amalthea hadn’t noticed it before, it had been covered by the others, but it resembled a large eye.  Black around the outside, blending into the iris in swirled shades of deep crimson and amber.  Michael took an instrument from the wine handler and helped himself to the veins of his people, opening them like blooming flowers to watch their life pour from the open wound, down over the eye.  

Once the deed was done, they retreated to their positions around the circle.  The humming had stopped, and their focus was towards the devil’s eye.  It didn’t glow, but the colors slithered around each other like serpents in a pot of boiling water.  They connected and interlocked creating a pattern much like a key.  Amalthea was the last.  Her blood was needed to open it completely.  

“They’re not going to say anything. Are they?  The others?” The robed figures were still as statues, mesmerized by the miracle before them about to happen.

“No.” Michael’s answer was simple and matter of fact.  “It’s just you and me. You hold the scales. I figured you’d be the perfect one to decide how this is going to happen, before it’s too late. I don’t have much time. If I don’t get back in my body, it will wither and fade.”

“And perhaps it should.” She chewed at the inside of her bottom lip. His face made it impossible to hate him, and words from the ether spoke to her of another. A replacement for the antichrist before her, and she swore, but her tongue was light with the words, and it came out in more of a whisper.

“Come again?” he asked, frowning, rounding his way to the front until they were face to face.  He’d forgotten the stubbornness that came with this star sign and the trouble they had when it came to make up their minds.

“I can’t do this,” she said quickly, throwing the robe off to break the spell. While she admired the idea of being important enough to hold in her hands the balance to which things might work in the great wheel of life, it was always easier to retreat into the comfort of familiarity.  It was always one step forward and two steps back, unless she had someone beside her that would reassure.  Michael was that subject, though he didn’t and wouldn’t realize it.

“You can’t leave. Not until we’re through!” He pointed a stern finger towards the ground, and it shook at her feet. Even in limbo, he was still powerful.

The verbal confrontation stilled her more than the earthquake at her feet and she froze in her spot.  Like the overused saying, a light bulb went off and she knew what she had to do. She turned on him and grabbed his cheeks in the palms of her hands. “Michael, you’re just a baby. Have you seen the future? Do you remember what happens when you grow up? It doesn’t give me much incentive to free you.”

“Please…” The magic in her touch, the touch of an empath was enough to sway him, and he got down on his knees in front of her.  The drive to push forward sinking as fast as he did, and tears welled in those beautiful eyes. “I need help.”  

The truth of his youth in that moment, despite the display of power around them, broke her heart. She knew why the transformation came quick. One minute he was a powerful devil and the next, a broken child begging for mercy.  In this form, he seemed entirely too sweet, but she knew he wasn’t, and yet, he wanted acceptance badly. It made her eyes swell with tears as his ran down his cheeks.

“I didn’t choose to be like this. There has to be more,” he sobbed. “I keep going over it and over it. All I wanted was to please someone and I can’t even do that. I can’t even please my own father.”

His anguish was torture, and she found herself kneeling with him, her arms around him, holding him close, her fingers combing softly through his honey colored curls. “Sleep, baby boy, sleep,” she murmured, letting all her energy fall against his form in a soothing pattern.

Once he was out, her lips parted in question of where to go from there.

Behind her, the figure who had passed out the wine approached and shed his mask and hood. “I’ll take it from here,” he said, reaching for Michael.  He smiled sideways, tilting his head. “I wondered how long it would take you to take care of this.”

Amalthea frowned protectively and refused to let go.  “Who are you? What are you going to do?”

“I’m what’s known as a keeper in hell.  It’s time for him to go home.” There was a pause and then, “Don’t worry, he’ll be going back…again. Different form this time,” he winked.

Again, Amalthea bit her bottom lip in contemplation. At that moment she held such power over the situation, even though she had no idea what to do.  She didn’t literally have the power to send Michael back into his body, unless she helped him open the eye of hell and she refused to do that as well.

“Send him back instead! He’s earned it!”

“You really are a peach, aren’t you,” the keeper winked. “Always fighting with those scales, it’s a wonder you get anything done in the waking world.

“More than you know,” she argued. “Something as big as this. It’s important. I won’t let him go until I know for sure he’s the one who gets a second chance.”

“If it’s that important to you. Why don’t you just step over there and shed a few drops.” He looked back at the others, who were slowly fading away.  The dream had come to a halt and started to return them back to their earthly bodies. “Either way, you can’t stop what’s meant to be.”

“No, but I know prophecy is a funny thing. It doesn’t tell you everything. I could. No. I WOULD try to wield it. Michael isn’t a thing. He deserves a fair shot.”

“You think you can save the universe with your love?” He snickered and it was full of mockery.

“I can try.” Amalthea, at last had concluded and a dead set decision was made. It felt right to her, even if she had to trek a path to every corner of the world to find Michael again, she would, and this time, it would be different.

Her decision, however, caused a rift in the plane, and the area around her started to shift in waves. Her vision faltered and she felt Michael leave her arms.

“NO! NO!! NO!!” she cried, trying her hardest to keep the sleep state active. “Please no!!” Her insides felt hollow.  She was crying, reaching for empty air.  

“Stop with the dramatics…” the voice called after her. “I’ll put him back where he belongs…Time is of the essence after all.”

#AHS #ahs: apocalypse #CodyFern #cody fern #Michael Langdon #weekly writing challenge #writing #part of Cody's Fallen Angels fan group #Cody'sFallenAngels #fan fic #Libera Me #zodiac #imagination #story time

[warlock-enthusiast]

What came before

@feylen sent me a bunch of prompts for my D&D bbs. So, lets start!

Veldarin x Arcelm (sfw)

“There was a time before all of this.”

prompts

Veldarin bid goodbye to the last customers of the day and breathed a sigh of relief. For once, everything was quiet. Llewyn had left a few hours earlier, some family issues or maybe just a short time of rest. She deserved a break. Everyone did. The past couple of weeks had been a nightmare of attacks and conspiracies and dead bodies. His houseguests made it out alive, a few wounds here and there, but nothing serious.

Well, he also saw the cracks in Dawn’s being. Little cuts and bruises from dealing with so much horror. He’d lit some candles for her in Mishakal’s temple, prayed for her to be alright, but he would never doubt her strength and potential. Veldarin also left an offering at the altar of Habakuk, hoping that the chaotic god found a minute to send some serenity and healing to Kethra. Not to mention a bunch of candles beneath the watchful eyes of Bahamut.

Veldarin shook his head in mere disbelief. He’d come to care about those bunch of young fools far too much. Emotions be damned. Attachments always led to pain. Carefully he put books back in ordner, stacked phials back into their shelves, cleaned his counter.

“You’re still up?” Arcelm looked tired. He wore a too large shirt and trousers but no shoes. His hair seemed a disarray of black strands as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Yes, busy day. Just had to throw out a couple of nobles, who wouldn’t understand that I don’t sell things all night.” They’ left a lot of gold, but after three hours of granting their every wish, his head started to hurt. “So, you’re coming to bed?” Arcelm yawned and stretched and reminded Veldarin of a rather fluffy kitty. As cute as the  ones living in his cellar. “Is my bed occupied?” Arcelm shrugged, a little smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I think so. It’s the best one in the house.”

“It is. Cost me a lot of gold.”

“You’ll have it back soon. I promise.” The half-elf lifted his fingers in some kind of oath.

Secretly Veldarin felt a bit afraid of a quiet house. He’d gotten used to the noise and houseguests and even more people running around, because they dragged every broken soul right into his kitchen.

Sleeping in his own bed again seemed rather compelling, though.

“There was a time before all of this.” He traced the sharp edges of a dagger that an adventurer had found in the Underdark. “Amalthea helped me after leaving my home, after my eyes nearly burned from seeing the sun for the first time, but to set up shop in the Capital wasn’t that easy. I came with nothing but will and some artefacts.” After Syrdar’s war against humans, Drows also weren’t the most welcome race, so he’d face some backslash and outright cruelty. 

Nothing compared to a priestess of Lloth.

“And my family did not take lightly to me fleeing from the dungeons. They’d fallen out of Lloth’s grace and lost their place among the great Houses of Eryndlyn. My path to the sun ruined their reputation and ambition.” Veldarin paid some spies to get informations on his family and only a handful of them even returned.

“They sent killers, trained assassins, some youthful cousins of mine, who tried to right my wrongs.” He slowly opened the braids, which held his white hair together. “They’ve failed, obviously. I got some scars and learned to control my magic. Not to mention that Amalthea helped a lot. Having an Archfey at my back is helping my sleep at night.” Arcelm took the last stairs and came to stand beside Veldarin. His expression spoke of anger and sadness and a dash of curiosity. He would never turn down a good story. “When did they last attack?”

“About 15 years ago. I don’t know what happened. Maybe they gave up? Maybe they’re just waiting for me return to that dreadful place.” Or maybe some shadow lurked behind the next corner. He couldn’t be sure about anything.

He filled two glasses with wine and handed one to Arcelm. “A last drink for the day?”

“And a kiss?” Arcelm got on his tiptoes and closed his eyes.

Veldarin felt his heart miss a beat. He was getting too old for that kind of crush. “And a kiss.”

#veldarin #arcelm #d&d #dungeons and dragons #headcanons #cat as a dm

[jezsiema]

Amalthea.

Dear @arlaina28 … I hope you like this. A first attempt at writing a Final Fantasy XV fanfic. Although, this is just Amalthea’s backstory. Quite long winded though :\ 

King Regis stepped out of the Regalia, alongside with his Shield, Clarus Amicitia. They stood before Cor Leonis’ humble home to check on Cor’s wife, who was heavily pregnant. Cor, himself, had left the Crown City to go on a mission in Tenebrae.

The men entered the house only to hear a baby’s cry. “Did she…?” Clarus murmured, trying to make haste. “Artemisia?”

“Cor?” they heard a weak voice called. “Clarus! Regis!” Artemisia said when she saw the men at the door. There she was on the floor, in a pool of blood with her baby nestled in her arms. “I…”

Clarus held the woman in his arms as Regis kneeled by the Shield’s side. “We need to get you to the hospital, Artemisia. Did you call Cor?” Regis asked, his voice calm and sultry. The woman shook her head, tolerating the pain. “Clarus, carry Artemisia to the Regalia. We are taking her and the baby to the hospital!” Regis ordered, grabbing a piece of cloth to cover the baby and cradled her in his arms.

At the hospital, Clarus and Regis waited for the doctor. Anxiety raced through their bodies, worry clouded their minds. The men didn’t speak as they waited. “This is the second time this year I’ve been here, waiting for a doctor’s report about a baby,” Clarus said, finally breaking the silence. He could not help but see the worry written all over Regis’ face. To Regis, Artemisia was more than a friend, she was a sister to him. He had cared for her when no one else did. All he wanted for her was her happiness. 

A doctor appeared, face grim. “Your Highness…” the doctor said and both men knew what the doctor meant. “The baby is well and healthy. A minute too late, she wouldn’t even make it. But, I cannot say the same for the mother of the child.” The doctor gave permission for the men to enter the room. Artemisia leant against the pillow with the baby in her arms, weak and frail. The sight of her broke Regis’ heart. Artemisia who was often full of life laid pale and weak before them. 

“Regis… Clarus…” she said, weakly. “My little girl’s name…”

Clarus took the baby from the weak woman’s arms, “You should rest, Artemisia, not thinking of names for your baby… Cor will be back soon. We’ve contacted him and he will be back as soon as he can.”

“I’ve got plenty of time to sleep when I die…” she smiled, looking relaxed as she closed her eyes.

Regis felt his heart shatter. He knew he was losing his friend, his sister. “Don’t talk like that!” he roared but Artemisia smiled.

She could feel her body feeling light but the heave on her chest felt heavier. “My darling, Cor… I am so-” she whispered, tears streaming from her eyes before she drew her last breath.

“Artemisia!”

***

Cor Leonis rushed through the palace but was escorted by the king’s head servant to a guest room. There, Regis sat on the bed by his wife’s lifeless body. He did not want the news to be true but there she laid, lifeless but still beautiful as he first laid eyes on her. “Artemisia! What happened?” he asked, taking her cold hand into his. Regis pat Cor’s shoulder and gave the man a moment to grief over his dead wife but Cor grabbed Regis’ sleeves, “Where is my child? Is my child okay?”

“Your little girl is okay… Clarus!” Regis called. Clarus appeared with a basket. “Artemisia wanted to give a name but I told her to rest,” Regis explained. Cor’s tears streamed down his face when he saw his daughter. 

Gently, he caressed her rosy cheek with his finger. His heart broke, even more, knowing that his daughter will have to grow up without a mother. He cradled her in his arms, noticing how vulnerable and tender she looked as the child slept. “I shall name you Amalthea… that would have been something your mother wanted…” he whispered, planting a kiss on her forehead. She moved but continued sleeping. He had to make a decision. He wanted to keep her but he knew he would not be able to be there for her as a father should. “Regis… Forgive me,” Cor said, finally making his own decision and handing the child back to Regis. “I have a huge favour to ask you…” Regis looked at the child and then back at Cor, perplexed. “I won’t be able to raise the child on my own…”

Regis knew exactly what was Cor’s motive, “It will be arranged, my friend.”

“But…” Cor continued.

“But?” Regis asked, this time exchanging looks with Clarus.

“But… Don’t use my last name… In honour of Artemisia, she will be Amalthea Claudious and she is not to know that I am her father. I will still watch her but, she must not know who her father is. Please, my friend, adopt her for me.”

“Cor…” Clarus said.

“No, Clarus. I want to train this child and it is crucial she does not know who her father is. I want a spark of fire to burn within her. Make up a story. The time will come for me to tell her the truth,” Cor said, his voice ringing with remorse. Cor continued to reason with Regis and Clarus for he knew that it is better for his child to grow up on her own, without knowing who her real father is. He knew that he won’t make a good father as he will be going on missions often. Yet, despite all that, he wanted her to be at a place where he can still see her when he returns to the Crown City. 

Clarus smiled and approached Cor, “If that is how you feel. Regis, my friend, is there a place in the palace for a little girl?”

Regis looked down at the child, who was smiling in her sleep. He could not help but feel sorry for the child and for Cor. “I will have Aulea care for the child and we will raise her until she is old enough to understand her position.” Regis gave the order to set a room for the child.

Cor thanked his king, who handed the child back into Cor’s arms. Cor held his daughter close and kissed her forehead. “Amalthea,” he whispered. “Please forgive your foolish father…”

About Amalthea Claudious

Amalthea is the daughter of Cor Leonis and Artemisia Claudious but did not know who her father was until later. She has dark blue hair (with purple tips). Her eyes are green, like her mother’s. She stands at about 5 feet 5 inches tall and has a slightly curvy body. She has a tattoo of a raven on the back of her left shoulder. 

Amalthea is a caring and tender person. She has a soft spot for children and animals (especially cats and chocobos). She is kind to all those around her but as a Glaive, she is a vicious fighter. She did not know that Cor Leonis was her Dad but, she was brought up by King Regis and Queen Aulea in the palace even until after the birth of Noctis. She had always known she wasn’t royalty by birth and she had always accepted it. 

Amalthea is not perfect though. She gets somewhat careless when she gets impatient and frustrated fighting against an enemy. She also gets easily pissed off when someone taunts the person she cares for and will act impetuously. 

Amalthea and Gladio grew up together and trained together. Often, she is at par with Gladio. Cor thinks that they make a good team as if they could read each other’s minds. But when Gladio swore in to be Noctis’ Crownsguard, she joined the Kingsglaive, claiming that it is best if she protected the Lucian kings and Insomnia through stealth. By 17, some romance sparked between them and they made it official. The Amicitias accepted her with an open heart, seeing her growing up with the oldest Amicitia son. But don’t think that she is not brave enough to be naughty - Clarus had caught her sleeping with Gladio (if you know what I mean) but the man did not mind, he expected that Gladio and Amalthea will be curious of their sex life. 

Unlike her, Gladio is charismatic but she can get rather chatty especially with the Chocobros. However, despite being kind and helpful, she remains a professional with those around her. With Gladio, she is a whole different person, she is her true self when she is with him. As far as she is concerned, his presence is her comfort zone. Only Gladio has seen her weaker and girlier side. She enjoys being pampered by Gladio but gets really worried when he doesn’t update her on his wellbeing (when they are apart). 

If it is one thing she looks forward to each time when they go their separate way, is to be safe and warm within his arms. 

Erm, I am not sure how else to write about her at the moment. Will add stuff when I am able but I think this should be enough for now. 

#jajersz writes #introducing Amalthea Claudious #was half-asleep when i wrote this #XD #sorry if this sucked #MY OC

[whenyougetthatwritersblock-blog]

Wolf Moon Part One

Chapter Three

Lorelei woke up to the smell of breakfast the next morning. She looked around her room confused, yesterday had been a long day full of new experiences. She learnt everything there was to know about her job at the animal clinic, and when her shift ended Anthea showed up with Scott to surprise her with a car.

Scott had driven Anthea’s while she drove Lorelei’s. Lorelei smiled to herself as she got ready. Today was their first day of school. She decided to wear black skinny jeans with a band tee and do her make up light. Her hair was braided in a messy side braid. She grabbed her book bag and bounded down the stairs towards the kitchen. 

“Thea?” She called as she entered the kitchen.

“Who else would it be Lore?” Thea called from their dining room.

“Right…” Lorelei silently said to herself, a wave of sadness washing over her. She took in a breath and let it go.

Lorelei quickly made herself a bacon sandwich and left for school, she was always one to know the exits of places she was going to be in for most of the year. She had memorized the exits of the house, the animal clinic and the Stillinski house hold.

Thea however knew this was what she was doing and decided she should head to school with her. As Lorelei got into her scarlet 1969 Z28 Chevy Camaro she smiled to herself, she loved old muscle cars. The idea that she had two doors helped her anxiety a bit.

Dressin’ Up by Katy Perry blared through her car to signal she was getting a phone call.

“Hello?” She asked confused.

“Hey Lore, it’s Scott, uhm, I was wondering if you could come by the school a bit early. There’s something I believe you would want to see.” Then the dial went dead.

Lorelei looked at her phone confused and started up the car and pulled out of the drive way like a bat out of hell towards the school. Scott and she had gotten rather close, like a brother and sister bond, and she was worried about how he sounded over the phone.

Lorelei parked her car in the school parking lot, grabbed her bag and got out of the Camaro in time to witness Thea almost getting the parking spot closest to the school but getting cut off by a silver Porsche. She held some amusement as Thea parked elsewhere, got out of her car and ran towards Lorelei to meet up with her, cursing the driver of the Porsche the entire time under her breath.

Once they got to Scott he was already with Stiles and starting to pull up his shirt.

“Woah! You’re at school boys. The clothes should stay on.” Thea laughed once in ear shot.

Scott giving her a serious look as he continued to show Stiles and the girls the bloodied bandage that covered his lower back.

“What happened there?” Lorelei asked as she watched with amusement as Scott slapped Stiles’ hand away from the wound.

“It was too dark to see but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.” Scott said matter of factly while trying to keep up with the three as they walked towards the door to the school.

“A wolf bit you? Not a chance.” Stiles and Lorelei said with a scoff as they turned to face Scott who gave them a perplexed look.

Scott argued back, “I heard a wolf howling.”

Stiles’ retort was to laugh and say, “No, you didn’t.”

Thea and Lorelei watched the boys bicker while silently cursing the fact that Scott might be right. Were they going to tell the boys that? No, it was one; too much fun watching them argue like a couple and two; it was way too early to decide for sure.

Thea was the first to come back to reality while Lorelei stayed in her own thoughts.

“Well, if you don’t believe me about the wolf, then you’re definitely not going to believe me when I tell you that I found the body.”

Although the last part was whispered so that only Stiles could hear, Lorelei came back from her thinking train; “Now wait a minute. You both went out last night in the cold damp rain to look for a body?”

“A dead one?” Thea added after Lorelei was done.

The boys looked at them, and nodded. Stiles’ expression was one of pure joy.

“You what? Are you kidding me?”

Scott and the girls just looked at Stiles, small smiles graced their lips. The boy was happy to have found a dead body. Lorelei shook her head. Thea just nudged her and laughed.

“I wish. I’m going to have nightmares about it for a month.” Scott answered Stiles with a slight shiver.

“Really, only a month Scotty boy?” Thea teased him with a disbelieving look and amusement clear in her eyes.

“That’s freaking awesome!” Stiles stated loudly, looking at the three.

It meant Beacon Hills was going to get more exciting this year.

“This is seriously the best thing that’s happened to this town since…” Stiles’ gaze started to pass Scott and Thea to look at a strawberry blonde girl who wore a black jacket that looked more like a dress. “Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey Lydia, you look….”

The girls just continues to walk right past the group. “Like you’re going to ignore me.”

Stiles’ face dropped for a second and then he was back to the same old Stiles as he looked at an amused Scott while walking into the school, the girls following close behind.

Scott and Stiles said their goodbyes to Thea and Lorelei and said how they would see them at lunch before heading to their different classes.

“So that was the girl he’s had a crush on since grade three?” Thea asked Lorelei as they walked around the school looking for their classes.

A counselor was supposed to walk them, but Lorelei’s pride got in the way and she had said they could find their homeroom without help. Lorelei just nodded.

“She was very beautiful. Like severely, I wish that I could have looked like her at sixteen.” Lorelei answered back remembering the average looking sixteen year old girl who had braces and frizzy, dead looking hair, and blotchy skin.

The phase before the Siren’s true maturity phase was always an ugly one. Lorelei and Thea both shivered pushing the thoughts aside.

“You were a cute kid, just hit puberty too late, that’s all.” Thea added, no hint of a lie in her voice.

Lorelei just smiled a silent ‘thank you’ as she felt more secure with her looks now than she did before. Everyone had an ugly duckling phase as Thea’s late mother, Julia, used to say to the girl when she complained about why Thea had matured already.

Lorelei got Thea to her class and then headed back towards the homeroom the boys had come from. Thea didn’t know, but Lorelei had to repeat the year due to her fighting last year at their old school. Although Lorelei didn’t hide that she was in advanced classes for English and French. So she would be in Thea’s English and French courses. Thea on the other hand had all advanced courses. She was always the one to think rationally and be smart about things whereas Lorelei would act first then think.

Lorelei’s P.O.V

I walked into the classroom in time to be introduced with a tall brunette by the principal.

“Class, we have two new students starting today, Allison Argent and Lorelei Amalthea. Welcome to Beacon Hills High, girls.” He said with a strict tone before taking his leave from the class.

Allison walked to the back of the class to take the empty seat behind none other than Scott McCall, who handed her a pen with a kind smile on his face. Allison gave him a puzzled look as she thanked him for the pen. I took a seat on the opposite side of the room thinking to myself, ‘Today is going to be a weird day.’  I sighed and chose that now was a better time than ever to put my ear buds in and listen to my music. One thing I hated, that was first days of schools with people I didn’t know.

Anthea’s P.O.V

I knocked politely on the chemistry door waiting for the teacher to answer. It’s odd for teachers to lock the door on the first day. The door opened to reveal a young looking man with glasses who stood like a soldier.

“And you are?” He asked rather harshly while sizing me up.

I gulped, “Anthea Calypso, the new student.”

His look softened a bit – key word being a bit – and moved aside to let me enter.

“I’m sorry for your loss. It will not affect your classes will it?” He asked while whispering towards me as the classroom just eyed me curiously.

I shook my head and he smiled and gestured for me to take a seat. I chose to sit in the front. No used making this teacher angry at me. I just hoped Lore was having better luck than me right now.

The bell signalling the end of the day came around and Lorelei and Thea felt as if a weight had been lifted off their shoulders. The girls went and met up with Stiles and Scott in time to hear Stiles and a pretty dark skinned girl arguing about something.

“What’s wrong now?” Lorelei asked as she watched the two argue.

“Stiles thinks it’s okay to say that hot people flock together, to another girl.” The girl said with her arms crossed before walking away from the group.

“I didn’t mean it like that Harley!” Stiles yelled out to her.

“You have no way with the ladies, do you Stiles?” Thea asked holding in her laughter and Lorelei was already turning purple from holding her laughter in.

Stiles just let out an exasperated sigh, giving up on trying to explain things to girls anymore.  

“So, what are you boys up to?” Thea asked in somewhat of a sing song way.

Scott turned to us, “Lacrosse practice.” And grabbed Stiles by the arm and started to drag him away.

“If you want, come watch. Ow! Scott you’re tugging too hard!” Stiles yelled which caused Thea’s mind to go deep into the gutter and belt out a hearty laugh.

Lorelei and a few lingering students just stared at her with various expressions.  

Thea looked at Lorelei with a look that said we were going to give the boys some support. Lorelei just sighed, she hated watching sports. She was one that would rather be playing than being on the sidelines cheering. She was never one to cheer, the cheering one was always Thea.

As they neared the doors that would lead them to the field the girls heard giggling coming from behind them. Lorelei was the first to turn around at the sound, then Thea turned, recognizing the light scent of Lydia’s perfume.

“Lorelei, Thea! Hey!” Lydia called out to them happily with Allison beside her.

Lorelei smiled and waved at the brunette and strawberry blonde duo. The girls were able to get to know Lydia a bit over lunch when Scott and Stiles didn’t show up to eat with them. Lorelei had met Allison in class and the same went for Thea, although unlike Lorelei, she actually sort of kept herself guarded around the brunette.

“Hey, are you both going to see the guys practice too?” Allison asked with a small smile.

Lorelei looked at her watch and gasped. “Sorry ladies but I have a job to get to!” She called out running quickly out the door with a wave of her hand as a goodbye.

Lydia just scowled, Allison let out a light laugh and Thea sighed shaking her head.

“That girl, always finding ways of getting out of things.” She stated to no one as she followed Lydia and Allison onto the field.

A.N; Chapter Four            Chapter One

#Teen Wolf Fanfcition #Teen Wolf #Fanfiction #fandom

[eighthchiharu]

BroWeek - Fluff Day (Guardiancest)

Post-game Bro and David get together, and David highkey wants a kid. Bro's already had one, he's kind of highkey terrified of fucking it up all over again.

Not that he'd ever say that.

Bro tries to talk David out of it, and David mostly ends up getting hurt and annoyed 'cause Bro has a kid, David just has a grown-up relative, basically. Finally David is like This is a deal-breaker for me, you in or what.

Bro's first instinct is to walk, ofc. Who needs this aggravation. Who needs to be tied down? He's already 32, that's way too old for kids, and kids are a huge pain, and demanding, and selfish, and all kinds of irritating shit..... but he loves likes David. And he hasn't had someone love like him back in a long time.

So after like a week of pretending the subject never came up, he tells David over dinner that okay, he's in, they can. Shop for a baby. Or whatever. It is that. Dudes with no uterus do. 

Pick one up off the street as far as Bro knows. 

David's like NO, we're doing this right, paperwork and everything. So they go to the local orphanage place, which, on this lovely Earth-C, is mostly just kids whose poor parents had accidents, because this place is still a video game and all the NPCs are controlled by the program something like a half utopia, so there’s isn’t too much bad stuff.

There's about 75 kids there, which isn't that bad, in Bro’s opinion, and they're allowed to observe the kids through a window at playtime. There's troll children and human children and carapace children, all running around and wrestling and playing in the sandbox and tossing a ball around or playing with dolls.

David feels like he'd do best with a human kid for their first one, and Bro just shrugs is like Anything's good, so David asks the aide to point out which ones they think would be happiest with Bro and him. (Paperwork is paperwork no matter which world you're on.)

There's some with dark eyes, and some with light hair, and some with glasses and some without, and one in shorts with dark hair that makes Bro’s chest feel funny, but the feeling isn't as strong as it was years ago, and he has David now, and he's happy.

David studies them all, and just as he's ready to narrow it down and ask to speak to a few, a white construction paper sign is slapped against the bottom of the glass. There's black crayon on it (even here someone invented Crayons), and in block letters with only one backwards 's', reads "YOU LOOK SMART CHOOSE AMALTHEA".

Is that a drink, Bro asks, deadpan to the last, despite being so fucking impressed that he wants to give whoever it is $5. This is David's thing, Bro's not gonna be the one who screwed up by picking the wrong kid.

Which one is Amalthea? David asks, ignoring Bro.

The one holding the sign, the aide says. She has a bit of something like exasperation in her voice, though there's definite affection there, too.

David and Bro lean forward until David’s forehead is against the glass, and Bro’s hat slips back on his head, both peering down to see past the sign. After a second, the sign slips lower, and a blonde head appears, wide blue-green eyes peering upward. David's breath catches. Bro knows what he’s thinking.

She looks like Rose. No wait, she looks like Dirk. Or both. Or --

He wants that one, Bro says, still casually, standing up like it’s no big deal that David is this excited. He wants to talk to her. Is that okay?

The little girl blinks at them, then grins. She's missing two baby teeth. She lowers the sign and wiggles her blonde eyebrows in a gesture that’s far too old for her, what, three years? Four?

David gapes back, and when he finally looks at Bro, his eyes are just as wide and shiny as the kid’s.

I want to take her home.

Yeah, Bro says, we know. The lady's calling to have her brought to a room now.

David turns to look at the aide, and sure enough, she's on her walkie-talkie thing. How could you tell? he asks Bro. 

Bro shrugs, uncomfortable and smug at the same time. David-Sense is about as accurate and, to Bro, way more useful than Spider-Sense, but this doesn't seem like an occasion to gloat. Bro just knows his man, that’s all.

And apparently, this little girl -- Amalthea Sorenson she informs them when they finally meet -- knows David, too. Or how to work him, anyway. She grabs his hand. She crawls into his lap. She beams at him and plays with his wedding ring while she tells him he has pretty hair and ought to be on television.

If David wasn’t in love already, he is now.

Bro gets a compliment on his sunglasses, but he doesn’t need buttering up, and the kid seems to sense that. She asks him for a piggy back ride around the hall instead. To test him out. She needs a strong dad: she’s planning on growing very tall soon, being the tallest in her class, and she needs at least one dad that can pick her up when shes bigger than Darryl Jakson.

David sputters about being just as strong as Bro. Doesn’t Amalthea want to try David out? He can lift her like an elephant lifts a feather, and he’ll prove it.

Bro thinks David is cute when he’s jealous.

They go to the office to sign the papers -- it’s done quickly, only an hour later, an advantage to being on a peaceful planet and being directly related to one of the Kings -- Amalthea informs them that she wants to have the same last name they do.

Write it on the paper, she instructs. So everyone will know I have parents now.

David pauses, which Bro thinks is pretty admirable, considering how badly he wants to care for this little girl. What about keeping your last name as your middle name, to remember your mom and dad? 

Amalthea considers this, then nods. That sounds good. Super good. David is just as smart as she thought.

The small flush of pleasure that blooms in David’s cheeks doesn’t escape Bro’s notice, and as David leans over to finish signing the forms, a similar flower of warmth opens around Bro’s heart and spreads through his chest.

Then Alamthea closes her small fingers around Bro’s big calloused ones, and pulls to get his attention.

If you’re both my dads, she whispers, do I call you both Daddy?

He’s Daddy, Bro whispers back, pointing to David. I’m just Bro.

She wrinkles her nose. You’re not my new daddy?

No, uh. I am. It’s just a nickname.

It’s dumb, she announces as David straightens up and accepts their copy of the papers. If you don’t like Daddy, then you can be Dad. She tugs on his hand. You’re Dad now, Okay, Dad?

She’s a little smaller than Dave was at her age, but she talks more. Way more. And she’s braver. More like Roxy. Or David.

... okay, he says. David blinks at him, and something about his sunglasses seems extra shiny. Bro shrugs. Ain’t ever been ‘Dad’ before. Might as well give it a try.

#guardiancest #bro strider #alpha dave #dave strider #oc #my writing #homestuck #fanfiction #broweek #brodave #davebro #family feels

[everybodyknows-everybodydies]

hoh my gosh I just realized Knight tagged me in a thing literally over an entire month ago and I never did it bc I’m a moron so uhh here we go I guess

LAST LINE MEME

last lines of 5 of your fics (favorite/most recent/whatever) & tag 5 writers

1. Ami sat down again, not really knowing what she meant and not liking the feeling, and took the brush. -look at me i’m a sea (the summary I have on AO3 is just “in which Michiru is enigmatic and Ami overthinks things - so really, business as usual” and that’s... pretty much it tbh. EXCEPT IT’S NOT A SHIPPY THING IT IS NOT ROMANTIC I SAID SO IN THE TAGS BUT I THINK I STILL ACCIDENTALLY MISLED SOMEONE WHO COMMENTED ON IT AND I FEEL REALLY BAD SO IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR HOT WATER LESBIAN ACTION THAT’S NOT WHAT THIS IS AT ALL YOU WILL BE DISAPPOINTED)

2. “It doesn’t matter. Are you going to help, or did you really want me to go fetch my new trowel?” -many years from forgetting (a drabble prompt from that one time you guys gave me prompts and I spit out drabbles all night - I REALLY liked this one but it’s also laced with undertones of “Mouse doesn’t really agree with a lot of popular fanon views of characters” so take that as you will :’) )

3. Usagi looked up at the frantic sound of bells, and she went to talk to her mother. -Across the Western Ocean I Must Wander (MAKOAMI PIRATE AU, AKA ONE OF THE MOST SELF-INDULGENT THINGS EVER and also both my first foray into SM fic and first actual long fic in... many years. seriously. I am both proud of and embarrassed by it RIP. honestly I would do a whoooole lot differently if I were writing it now but since it was a good fun project that kept me enthusiastic and happy about my own stuff for ~4 months total and I was/am a Mess in the throes of The Disorder I won’t fault past me for being wobbly in places even though I’m never rereading the first like two chapters ever again bc I just scream internally the whole time)

4. Moonlight crept over the floor by her window, and the Lady Amalthea slept and dreamed and drowned whatever her mind might have conjured in a unicorn’s memories, and there was nothing else. -the prison of my person, the shackles of my skin (TLU fic exploring the divide between the unicorn and Amalthea, largely introspective; kind of old but I think it’s held up pretty well personally)

5. Mako turned around. -every now and then I fall apart (another thing from the drabble prompts which makes me LAUGH HYSTERICALLY every time I think about it because. gosh dang. what a MYSTERIOUS anon. I listened to so many covers of Total Eclipse of the Heart to find one that made me go “yes, this is how Rei and Mina would sing this at Usagi and Mamoru’s wedding, perfect” and I can’t even regret it, they were all amazing and I did in fact find that perfect one.)

TAGGING SOME PEOPLE WHO I KNOW WRITE THINGS (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER) usual disclaimers of “don’t feel obligated” apply as always: @the-ships-to-rule-them-all (you can do original stuff too if you want!!! :D), @brideoffunkenstein, @misscorday, @onaperduamedee (I think it’s been a while since you three posted writing but what you write is TOP QUALITY good stuff good stuff), @paksenarrion-reader (aslfhoweifh I think you only know me from my art blog (wouldntyoulichentoknow) I apologize if the random tag is alarming I JUST LOVE YOUR WRITING)

#ahaha there's a reason I'm doing this at 2am #I'm so embarrassed these are So Bad out of context #I'm usually like YEAH MAN THIS LAST LINE IS A REAL PUNCHER when I'm writing but then I go back and read what I've written and just CRINGE TH #E WHOLE TIME #but Knight tagged me and she was brave enough to share so SURELY I CAN BE TOO #a n y w a y #Mouse talks! #writing tag #a tag which is used so rarely anymore I'm ashamed

[mxliv-oftheendless]

Twist of Fate, Chapter 1

Oh my, what could this possibly be??? Why, IT’S A NEW KISSTERIAVERSE STORY!!! One that I have been dying to write for so long now omg. I don’t know how this is gonna go down or how you guys will receive it, but I hope you guys like it! **Important note before we start: this story is a major time skip to years in the future. I still haven’t figured out when exactly but it’s before the Reunion Tour.** Special shout-out to @cosmicrealmofkissteria for freaking out with me over ideas for this story for... literal months now lol. Love you, Shandi! 

After a messy break-up with Nikki Terror, Starchild has been dedicated to improving himself and growing as an individual. It’s been years since he gave any thought to pursuing a romantic relationship. But will a diplomatic trip to Jendell change his mind? 

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If Starchild were to ever look back, he would probably berate himself for being such a fool. He had been naïve and idealistic, thinking he could change Nikki Terror by loving him. He had given him everything, ignoring all the warnings from his friends and ignoring all the reasons why he shouldn’t, forgiving Nikki for everything he did, because he thought it would change him for the better. There were so many things wrong with him—and with Nikki, but he was the most concerned about himself by the end.

He would also think sadly about how it ended up taking a major threat from a demon called Blackie, that Nikki himself had Summoned, and KISS teaming up with the Motley Crue to deal with it, to make him realize all of this. He was stressed, angry, tired, and confused, but even amid his confusion, he knew one thing—he couldn’t be with Nikki anymore. For the sake of his sanity and mental health, he couldn’t stay in a relationship that had decayed away to nearly nothing. So he ended it, completely severing their ties.

After that, he focused on himself—if he wanted to be happy, he had to work through his own problems that he had avoided or ignored for so long. So he did. He meditated; he started keeping a diary; he focused on KISS and his friends; he even found himself drawing again. He hadn’t picked up his sketchbook in years, not since leaving KISSteria with Demon, Ace, and Catman to form KISS. He took his duties as KISSteria’s Prince more seriously, finding books on politics from both Earth and his home and soaking up as much information as he could. He tried to forgive himself when he made a mistake, rather than consider himself a failure. Slowly, but surely, piece by piece, he dried his eyes, put his shattered heart back together and moved on. He always remembered how envious he was of Demon and Vinneketh’s loving relationship—if he couldn’t have someone who loved him like that, then he would try to love himself.

Life went on around him, and he tried to move with it. Revenge was recorded and they went on tour, and he tried embracing another side of himself; one that was loud and proud and swore and was outspoken and had fun. He liked that side of himself, and how he was able to embrace it and have fun with it without any strings attached. The years went by, blurred together, until one day he heard someone mention Motley Crue and Nikki Sixx… and he felt nothing. He simply smiled to himself and went back to the book he was reading. He was okay; he was sure now. He was going to be okay. He still felt like he had miles to go, even after years, but he was willing to try. Whether he succeeded or failed, or did both, he wanted to at least try.

“Starchild?”

Starchild blinked and pulled himself out of his thoughts. He turned from gazing out the ship window to the Elder. “Yes, Mother?”

“Are you all right? You’ve been quiet for a while now.”

Nodding, Starchild smiled slightly. “Yes, I am. I was just thinking.”

“A good pastime. What were you thinking about?”

He shrugged. “About our trip. I’m excited; I haven’t visited Jendell in years.”

“That is right, you haven’t. Would you be more excited if it weren’t for diplomacy? Gods know I would be.”

Starchild laughed with her. “I would, but I’m still excited. Diplomacy is important if we want to maintain our friendship with Jendell. If it means more years of peace, I’ll gladly participate.”

A slow smile came to the Elder’s face, and Starchild had decided after years of seeing it that he loved that smile—it meant she approved of his words and was proud of his words. No feeling in the world could match knowing he had his mother’s approval and feeling like he deserved it. “I’m very glad to hear that. The meetings will be numerous, and taxing, but they will be worth it.”

“I hope so,”

They were nearly there, so Starchild went back to looking out the window. Truth be told, he was mostly excited, but still a little nervous. He hadn’t seen Ace in years, only once after he married Princess Amalthea. And even then, it was awkward and painful, and he ended up avoiding him the entire time. Hopefully, things would be better this time.

When the ship landed, he could see a gathering of Jendellian officials waiting for them, and at the very front was Ace and Amalthea, with Tomaziel beside the King as always. It was nice to see Tomaziel was still Ace’s aide, as loyal and dedicated as ever.

Starchild and the Elder stood to get off the ship, and let the procession go first before them. The Elder went first, and Starchild paused to fix his black cloak patterned with silver stars before following behind her.

“Welcome, Elder,” Ace greeted, dressed in royal Jendellian robes. He gave them both a wide smile. “Welcome, Prince Starchild. Thank you for agreeing to make the journey.”

“I hope it was not a difficult one,” Amalthea said, dipping into a respectful curtsy.

The Elder smiled warmly at her. “You needn’t bow to your friends, Queen Amalthea. But no, the journey was far from difficult.”

“We were happy to make it,” Starchild spoke up, smiling respectfully.

Ace turned his eyes to him and smiled wider. “It’s good to see you again, Starchild,”

Starchild’s own smile widened. “It’s good to see you too, Ace,”

Then he suddenly found himself pulled into a hug, a friendly one. The two old acquaintances shared a laugh, and he felt a surge of happiness at the hug. It was a friendly one, yes, but he hoped it meant there were no hard feelings. All his worrying about how Ace would react to seeing him again faded away.

When Ace let him go, he turned to Amalthea and bowed his head to her. “Queen Amalthea. It’s lovely to see you looking so radiant.”

Amalthea laughed and returned the bow. “Why, thank you,”

Then Starchild turned to Tomaziel and nodded to him. “It’s good to see you again, too, Tomaziel,”

“The feeling is mutual, Prince Starchild,” Tomaziel bowed his head, then looked up in slight surprise when Starchild came forward and offered his hand. He looked up at Starchild, who only smiled invitingly, then back down at the extended hand. A small smile came to his face, and he reached out to take the hand and shake it.

But when their hands touched, Starchild jerked his away when he felt a sudden static shock and gave a surprised yelp. “Ow!”

Panic immediately came to Tomaziel’s face. “I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed, holding his hands up apologetically. “It was an accident! I swear, I did not mean to do that. I’m still learning how to control my electricity—I shouldn’t have done that. I am so sorry!”

“It’s all right, Tomaziel,” Starchild interrupted. He showed his hand. “I am perfectly fine. It was an accident, I understand. Really, it’s all right.”

Tomaziel briefly stared at him, then relaxed. “If you say so, Prince Starchild,”

“I do say so,” Starchild gave him a kind smile. “I could tell you about so many times where accidents happened because my own powers weren’t under control.”

Amalthea interrupted politely. “Shall we have our servants show you to your rooms? You would surely like to rest a bit before dinner.”

The Elder nodded. “That would be lovely, thank you. I am not as young as I used to be,” she added, smiling jokingly.

The five laughed and entered the palace.

-JENDELL-

Later that evening, Starchild stood in front of his mirror as he prepared for dinner. He set down his comb and looked over his reflection. It was still a little difficult for him to look at his reflection and not immediately see little things wrong with his appearance; especially now when he had to make an impression to so many Jendellian government officials. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, shaking out his nerves, and opened his eyes to look again. He smiled at himself—he looked good. It was good enough for him. It would be good enough for the rest.

He had been walking down the hallway to the dining hall alone for a while when he turned a corner and almost crashed into Ace. They both froze in time, then Ace laughed. “Glad I stopped; I would’ve ruined your outfit.”

“And we definitely can’t have that happen,” Starchild chuckled. “If I nearly ran into you… Does that mean I was going the wrong way?”

Laughing again, Ace nodded. “I think you were,”

“I haven’t been here in a while,” Starchild shrugged sheepishly. “Could we walk together?”

“Sure. Amalthea and Tomaziel are already there anyways.” He grinned at him. “Wouldn’t it be funny if we ended up being the only ones left to arrive?”

Giggling, Starchild shrugged again. “Then we’ll be fashionably late,”

They set off down the hallway, and after a moment of silence Ace spoke again. “So… How are you? How have you been?”

Starchild thought for a moment before answering. “I’ve been alright. And you?”

Ace smiled. “I have a daughter now,”

“That’s wonderful! What’s her name?”

“Her name is Monique.” He laughed lightly. “She almost threw a tantrum when she learned she wouldn’t get to see the KISSterians arrive today. She’s been talking about how excited she is to meet you and the Elder since she learned you were coming.”

Starchild chuckled. “I can’t wait to meet her,”

“Knowing her, she’ll find a way to sneak away from her governess and seek you out herself,”

“Well I shall await that moment with bated breath,”

Ace laughed. “And what about the band? Did you…” here he sobered. “Did you find a replacement for Fox?”

Starchild’s smile faded at the thought of Fox. The loss of one of his dear friends still pained him. “We did. Catman was the one who suggested him. Eryk, the Wildcat Apprentice.”

Ace raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Eryk?” He smiled. “That’s great; I always liked him. What about Bla—Heather? Is she still traveling around with you?”

Starchild’s head lowered sadly. “No… She left. She didn’t want to be a burden.”

Ace looked away sadly. “I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be. It was her decision, and I couldn’t have stopped her even if I tried… And I tried. I hope she finds the peace she deserves.”

“I… I’m sorry,” Ace laughed nervously, “I keep asking ya questions…”

Starchild shook his head, smiling. “It’s all right. You’ve missed a lot.”

“Okay… I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I heard…” he paused, “I heard you cut ties with Nikki Terror.”

Starchild’s smile faded, but he nodded. “Yes, I did. I reflected on everything, and I realized being with him was doing me more harm than good. I,” he shrugged, “I couldn’t even tell myself a good enough reason to stay, by the end. So I ended things.”

Ace nodded slowly. “Okay… And how have things been for you since?”

“Honestly?” He smiled again. “Things have been lovely. I’m trying to be a better person than I was before, and to be honest… I’m happier with myself than I was before.”

“I thought so,” Ace smiled at him. “I can see it. If you’re happy with the way you are, then I think what you’re doing is great.”

Starchild returned the smile. “Thank you,”

They finally approached the doors to the dining hall. Starchild heard voices through the doors and laughed. “It looks like we are the last to arrive,”

Ace laughed out loud. “Guess we’re gonna be fashionably late!”

He was about to request that the guards open the doors for them when Starchild suddenly stopped him. “Wait… There’s something I need to ask you.”

Ace turned to him. “Yeah?”

Starchild took a breath and went on. “I know the last time I was here… wasn’t the best of times. If it hurt you, the way I acted, I’m sorry. You’re clearly happy married to Amalthea, and I would never do anything to jeopardize your happiness, so…” he extended his hand with a nervous smile, “could we still be friends?”

There was a moment of silence where Ace looked down at his extended hand. Starchild’s heart thumped nervously as he waited for his response. Then a wide grin burst across Ace’s face and he took Starchild’s hand. “Of course we can still be friends. I still care about ya, Starchild, even if we aren’t together anymore.”

Starchild grinned happily and hugged Ace tightly. “I can’t tell you how much that means to me,”

When he pulled away, Ace grinned at him. “Well—c’mon, friend. Let’s go have dinner; I’m starving.”

Laughing, Starchild followed him the rest of the way down the hall. “Same here, friend,”

He entered the dining hall alongside Ace with a much brighter mood than when they arrived. His nerves were gone, and he was looking forward eagerly to the next three weeks. This was going to be a good trip—he was sure of it, now.

#Shandi's KISSteriaverse #twist of fate #chapter one #i am so excited you guys omg #full disclosure: i'm also a little nervous about the quality of this because i haven't written a lot of slow-burn romance before #but i hope it's good #starchild's doing all the personal growth and i'm so proud of him #spacechild #kiss au writing #my writing #hope you enjoyed! #stay tuned for chapter two!

[astroshad]

3, 10, 14, 18.

3. What are your favorite stims?Ok, so I have quite a few. I’ll break them down into different categories.Sound: Most of my stims are sound based. I tend to hum/sing pretty much 24/7. My current fave vocal stim is this bit of Cool Patrol by NSP (https://youtu.be/-tW0G9XWaj0?t=2m20s) . Also Hamilton songs (as well as anything else by Lin-Manuel Miranda) are very stimmy for me to listen to or sing to. For the past few days I’ve also been stimming to the main song from The Song of the Sea ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6wVijh2n9g ) and an Irish folk song called Dulaman (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ukjpUD5fZA ). I also have some sort of background noise set up on my laptop when I’m on it. I love the sound of rain (Usually I use rainymood) and foresty sounds(https://mynoise.net/NoiseMachines/meadowCreekSoundscapeGenerator.php).

Taste: I’ve noticed that candy canes seem to be a stim for me. The mint is soo good. Also hot chocolate and tea is awesome too.

Touch: Anything soft. I have this medium-sized Belle tsum tsum I got when I was in New York that’s perfect for cuddling and stuff. I really wanna get some kinetic sand cause it looks really cool but yea…

Sight: GLITTER! NEON LIGHTS! VAPORWAVE-Y THINGS! RAIN! GLOWY THINGS! I’m probably missing a few, but you get the idea. XD

Smell: I’ve been collecting candles over the past few months and now my desk is 25% candles….My faves are pumpkin, lavender, and pine.

10. What is one thing that you wished everyone knew about autism?The spectrum isn’t a line. Everyone experiences their autism differently. For example, me and @kikikid1412 are both autistic. She has issues with some foods and their textures, whereas I’m perfectly ok with them.

14. Describe a place/room/situation that would be sensory heaven to you.A place where I can freely sing/hum as loud as I want for as long as I want, listen to the same songs on repeat without the use of headphones and not feel self conscious about my music choices. The place would also have an infinitely burning pumpin scented candle, fairy lights/neon lights on the walls, and tons of glitter jars. I would look out the window and see that the rain is never ending.

18. What are your autistic headcanons?YOU’VE DONE IT NOW. SIT DOWN CAUSE THIS IS GONNA BE A FUCKIN RIDE.I have a bunch of characters that I headcanon to be autistic (which are on my about page), but the headcanons I ABSOLUTELY LOVE/ ARE EXTREMELY SPECIAL TO ME are as follows…

Peridot (from Steven Universe): I developed this headcanon back when the “Peridot redemption arc” was first starting. This was also around the time when I was starting to learn more about Autism and who I was. This was basically my gateway to headcanons as a whole. The headcanon clicked into place when I saw that Peridot really didn’t understand how things worked and how hard it was for her to grasp the set of social rules that she was presented with. She wanted to fit in with the gems and tried her hardest to understand things. Especially when she unintentionally hurt Amethyst. The tape recorder also played a big part in this headcanon. Peridot was so used to her screens and homeworld tech in order to communicate and process the world around her. When Steven gave her the tape recorder, it allowed her to continue her routine of keeping logs and also communicate her feelings to the gems. The main examples being her rewinding and repeating bits of the tape (“CLOD! CLOD! CLOD!”) and when she apologized to Amethyst in recording form. There are many other reasons why I headcanon Peridot as autistic, but there are the two main reasons that started this whole thing.

Papyrus (from Undertale): I’ve talked about this in the past, but I’ll say it again. I see a lot of myself in Papyrus. And I didn’t even mean to make this headcanon at first, but just like the last headcanon, it clicked into place. The only difference is that with this one, it happened in more of a “oh my god i see the light” sort of way. It was late 2015, and I was in a public speaking class at my college. For the final project, we had to give a persuasive speech. I chose to do mine on Autism Speaks and why they are pretty much the spawn of satan. So I was sitting in the library doing research and one of the articles talked a bit about the symptoms of autism. As I was reading them, my thoughts drifted to Undertale, since at the time that was one of my main special interests. And for some reason, my thoughts drifted to Papyrus specifically. Then, time pretty much almost literally froze for me. “Papyrus is autistic…” The thought popped up. “Papyrus…..is AUTISTIC!!” the thought echoed again. A smile grew on my face and I jut felt so happy. There was a character that was clearly autistic…and the other characters loved him and cared for him greatly and didn’t think he was dumb/a burden/other bad words!!!! They accepted him for who he was and he accepted himself too!!! Papyrus was and still is the character I needed in that time. I’m still learning to accept myself and I know that even if it doesn’t feel like I’m making huge leaps, Papyrus would be proud of me and be like “HUMAN! LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE!!”

Alexander Hamilton (from the musical, Hamilton):  This one is kind of hard to explain. even I don’t have the full explanation figured out ( @kikikid1412 ya might have to help me out with this). The best explanation I can give is that, for some reason, the musicial has just kind of…attached itself deep into my soul? I love it. It’s just so important to me. Maybe the reason I have the “Alexander is autistic” headcanon is because he’s kind of what I want to be. He’s loud, he lets his thoughts be known, he is completely himself. And as someone who is kind of shy and quiet and self concious, why wouldn’t I want to be more like that? I’ve talked about this in my New Years post, but I want to speak up more. I want to grab the things I want, not let them slide by. I want to be in the room where it happens. Like I said, I’m still trying to truly figure out the reason I love this headcanon so much.

Rapunzel (from Tangled) and Belle (from Beauty and the Beast): These two princesses have always been special to me, even before I started this whole headcanoning thing. Beauty and the Beast is basically the movie my father and I share. It’s our movie. As a kid and even now, Belle was my favorite Disney Princess. Then, when I saw Tangled in 2012, the movie just instantly became one of my faves. When I showed the movie to my friends, they even said “Rapunzel is basically you.” So when I got into headcanoning and reading other people’s headcanons for them, I guess it started to make more sense WHY I loved them and WHY I saw bits of myself in them. Rapunzel is this energetic and loud princess with a thousand special interests. Belle is the odd one out in her village and nobody understands her. And for the most part, she’s fine with her books, but she wishes someone would understand her. And she even has doubts about herself because of the way the villagers are towards her (“Papa…do you think I’m…odd?” ). AND BOTH PRINCESSES WANT ADVENTURE! That’s something I want too!! I could go on and on about why I love these princesses so much..

Link (from The Legend of Zelda): This headcanon is kind of new for me, but my love for Zelda is something I’ve had for a looooong time. Zelda has been one of my special interests since I played Link’s Awakening and the Oracle games way back in the day. And even though I love the Zelda series, its the classic games (First game, up until Ocarina/Majora. Also any game attached to the LTTP story) that are closest to my heart and are pretty much a part of me now. So why wouldn’t I love a headcanon that claims THE MAIN CHARACTER AND HERO is autistic? It makes so much sense to me and the headcanon makes me really happy.

Graham (from King’s Quest) and Guybrush Threepwood (from Monkey Island): THESE GAMES ARE REALLY GOOD AND YOU SHOULD PLAY THEM!!! Anyway, these games are pretty much my special interests now, as is point and click games in general. I love these two characters sooo soo much. Both are socially awkward, dorky adventurers. They think outside of the box frequently and come up with solutions that an average person wouldn’t think of. Guybrush has a special interest in pirates. Graham has a special interest in adventuring and puzzles. I will say, my headcanon for Graham is a bit more developed than the one for Guybrush. Graham has the tendency to ramble when excited (when he asks Manny to be friends, when he meets the potion shop owners, when encountering that big puzzle in chapter 4). He also is hyperempathetic (one word: Achaka). Also I headcanon Neese/Vee as autistic and the rest of the family too!

Dawn (from the musical, Waitress): Waitress..oh my god I love Waitress! It’s the first musical I saw LIVE ON BROADWAY!! As I was watching it i was like “Yes…Dawn is autistic as fuuuck : D   ;-; ” Like, in the first song she’s in (Opening Up) she flat out states she likes the way the diner has its own daily routine. She then continues to show that she loves routines (going home and eating a specific tv dinner and watching the history channel). She also is anxious and socially awkward. She has a special interest in history, especially the American Revolution.

Marty Mcfly and Doc Brown (from Back to the Future): I’m gonna start this by saying I love this headcanon, because Marty and Doc are basically me and @kikikid1412 !! Like our sistership is very similar to Doc and Marty’s friendship. Marty is anxious and often times worries about what people will think of him, while Doc is always encouraging Marty to just do it!!! I’ve reblogged a few posts about autistic Marty recently and you can go check out @kikikid1412 for her Doc headcanons. But basically this headcanon is special because I’m like Marty and sis is like Doc! And I see so many similarities between us and the characters!!

Amalthea, Prince Lir, Molly Grue, and Schmendrick (from The Last Unicorn): I’m still trying to develop this headcanon but here’s what I got so far.Schmendrick: Has a special interest in magic and mythological creatures. Stims by juggling.Molly Grue: Goes without shoes due to sensory issues. Special interests are legends and mythological creatures (mainly Robin Hood and unicorns). Very blunt and to the point, can be seen as rude (especially in the scenes where she’s talking to King Haggard)Prince Lir: Doesn’t know how to express his feelings properly/can’t put them into words. Had no clue how to approach the whole “I love Amalthea” thing and stuck to the script of “a daring hero slaying monsters” in hopes it would impress her. He also couldn’t read Amalthea and kept at the whole hero thing until he finally realized it wasn’t working.