#1010 heros

[st4r-t3ars]

The “How to kill your boss” bookclub

[sammywolfgirl]

I’m chipping away at 1010 hero’s chapters I swear. Anyways anime

[photo-roulette-wheel]

Merry Christmas

[crossoverquest]

Musical Hero Taisen Lore that was created because @kawaiiiiiiiiii gave me ideas

The guitar shown above exists in Earth-13; it was Mirai’s idea. She created it after foreseeing a multitude of musical skirmishes during her stay in Vinyl City. Its modded attacks, which are based on the city’s Elitehood, are as follows:

DJ Subatomic Supernova: Meteor Shower

A barrage of fireballs that rain down on its targets from above.

Sayu: Currents of Love

Lowers the defense of every enemy it hits and heals Mirai.

Yinu: Heart to Heart

Mirai and Yinu have spiritual connections that resemble that of a Force Dyad; this connection increases the effectiveness of the former’s melee attacks.

Neon J and 1010: Bio-Tactical Shield - MK II

Prevents damage from all sources and gives Mirai the ability to parry any attack. This includes attacks that enemies parry, as they have the ability to do so if you attack them while they’re glowing pink.

Eve: Belafonte Soul or Pimoa Pummel: In loving memory of Harry Belafonte

Mirai summons a giant black spider that pummels every enemy in its path. Mirai was originally gonna call it Pimoa Pummel, but that was before she and Eve heard of Harry Belafonte’s passing. Both names stuck; she says that you can call it by the name you like better.

[streets-in-paradise]

Third Fate - Achilles x Fiancee!Reader

Requested by Anon

" Hey, I found your tumblr and I'm loving what you do here, mostly troy. I don't know if you're getting requests, but if you are, you can make one for Achilles based on that scene where he's told he can go and win glory in battle and have his name spoken for centuries or he can stay and be loved, have children, wife? I would love to see Achilles receive more love, with a wife and children. Feel free to make any changes you want, thank you very much in advance."

Hi, anon! I got this way sooner than what i expected because I was really in the mood to write it. The bittersweet mix of angst and fluff was exactly what I wanted to get into this week. Hope you will enjoy it :)

For a lenght concern i kept it in a pre war, pre marriage discussion of the prophecy. If once you read it you happen to like what i wrote here let me know and I can post a continuation showing what happens next ( i originally planned to do so, but it became too long so i prefer to save that for a second part)

Word Count 3.200

Warnings: Standard Achilles sexyness ( no smut, but if you watched the film you understand what I mean with this.) Some aspects of both, the canon of the film and the source material it is based on, were changed to fit the request in my envision of the story.

Summary: Terrible news disrupt the eve of your engagement to Achilles. He is called to fight in Troy and the spectacular war that the gossip foretells seems to be the destiny of greatness he had always dreamed with, but the price he has to pay for it is his happiness with you. The three days ultimatum Odysseus gave him is his moment to decide, but he won't do it without you.

Note: Inspired by two prompts by @creativepromptsforwriting

Prompt 1014 - " Well, the prophecy was a bit unclear about this part."

Prompt 1010 - " Let's not worry about the future. Let's just take this one kiss at a time."

"I like how that sounds."

Tags: @mysticaldeanvoidhorse @helie-brain

There was no easy way for him to explain to you what he had just found out. After Odysseus arrived bringing the news of the war in Asia you were already sad thinking of the distance that would keep your fiancé far away from you for an uncertain amount of time, but the real hardships surpassed your expectations. The whispers of fame claimed the conflict escalated enough to become the greatest war your world had ever seen, but you still imagined it as one war like many others he fought before. No matter the challenges found in battle, Achilles would always return to you. 

Except that he wouldn’t,not from Troy. His mother told him of an old prophecy announced before his birth assuring that war would be the peak of his consecration as a hero, but the price for this glorification was his death. From this fact fate allowed him only two options of choice. He could either stay in Greece and be loved during his lifetime knowing history would forget him, or go to Troy to make his name immortal facing his doom. 

To the end of his tale all you could do was cry, convinced that you were losing him forever. All your plans faded in just one instant, the life you dreamed together was gone. 

“ I’m not dead yet, look at me.” He sweetly mocked you. “ How can you be so sure already that I’m here to tell you I’m abandoning you to get myself killed?” 

You could tell he was trying, but that wasn’t making it any better. 

“ If you don’t go, you will regret it. “ Was your dry comeback. “I know you, Achilles. You live to fight, staying away from the battlefield feels to you like a punishment. I can never keep you for long, not even when war calls you to fight other greeks. Why would it be different this time? You were born for this war, not to labrate the fields and raise goats. If Troy is the fate of greatness that you deserve, I can’t ask you to abandon this life purpose for the sake of our wedding.” 

Despite how much he loved to see people worshiping as a hero, he was very aware to be a man in your eyes. Your approach was realistic and showed how well you knew him, much better than some of the men bleeding with him in war. If you fell for him, you did it knowing what to expect. Begging him to change his nature to fit the requirements of peaceful domesticity was never in your plans and you wouldn’t try it even if you were desperate. 

That didn’t mean he wouldn’t be able to surprise you on occasions, exactly as he did when he proposed to you freshly arrived from the victory against King Triopas and his giant Boagrius. 

“ Do you think I wouldn’t give it all away for you? Then I guess you don’t know me as well as you claim. “ He teased you with insistence. “ I can do well raising horses, I have some magnificent ones already. Do you know that horses are one of the most remarkable exportations of the trojans? If their city gets sacked by greeks and I manage to buy a few of theirs to mix with mine we would get an excellent rare breed. “ 

You cleaned your face and warned him against the mockery. 

“ Don’t play with me! With the memories of your proposal still fresh, fate demands me to let you go. Being your wife is my dream, but I can’t have you knowing I would be destroying everything you worked so hard for. The immortality of your name is a cause bigger than me, the happy marriage we could have had or the children I could have given you. It can’t be a coincidence that this war gets unleashed precisely now, just as we are taking the first step to formalize our union.” 

“ They are pressuring me to choose, it’s true, but the load of this decision lies in the fact that I want both more than anything.” 

Achilles interrupted himself to take your hand, inviting you to abandon the distance you were forcing ever since he began to explain the situation. 

“ I need you by my side, it’s the only vulnerability I have ever allowed myself. A glorifying death doesn’t scare me, but surviving far enough without you would be torture.” 

Your lips parted in sincere amazement for that confession, so unusual of him. 

“ A slow agony. If the war doesn’t kill me first, lovesickness will.” He continued. “ The comfort of lonely men fighting in foreign lands is dreaming with their distant wives at night, the hope of returning to them makes life bearable. I would not have this, from the moment I would board my ship I will be aware you are lost to me. All I would have is the wound of my pierced heart still bleeding love for you and plenty of time to wonder how wonderful it would have been to make you mine… Sooner or later I would lose my mind. Knowing glorious death would be the only comfort already promised to me, I would roam the battlefield searching for it. It’s most likely I would perform incredible acts worthy of being remembered, but I would do it as the insane man who is desperately looking for the warrior meant to kill him. The poets would write for centuries about the madness of Achilles.” 

“ Aren’t they singing that already? Many people have described you as a madman.” You teased him, unsure of how to comfort him. “ Not that I mind, but that is a fact.” 

“ They have no idea, unfulfilled passion would consume me in such an incredible way that Paris would feel a reasonable man hearing about me.” 

He dragged you even closer so he could hold you in his arms and you fell for his touch chuckling sweetly. 

“ Would you be competing against both princes at once while fighting the trojans?” 

“ The warrior prince and the lover boy wish they could compare to me, I win in each one of their expertise areas. “ He followed your provocation, then whispered at you. “ I fight as fiercely as I love. “ 

You bit your bottom lip to avoid an audible response, but your flustered face was speaking for you. For an instant you felt as if nothing had changed between you and you have never heard the terrible omens. 

“... Maybe that’s why no woman is meant to have you, the great goddesses would be jealous. “ You theorized out loud while caressing his cheek. “ It’s too much, like Icharus flying too close to the sun… Although I would be lying if I deny I would gladly burn and fall for you.” 

Achilles stopped the flow of words taking your breath away with kisses that numb your senses, but not your mind. He had the habit of expressing important things in short, ambiguous phrases or not saying anything at all. When the hungry kissing began to escalate and you felt his hands roaming the sides of your body you understood that was his answer. If he would be saying goodbye, he would at least try to keep himself distant to make it easier for both of you. Given that his involvement on the war would ruin your chances to formalize, he would be encouraging you to find someone else. 

 He was pulling up your skirt slowly, evidently searching for the heat underneath. The opposite of what you would need from him if he would be about to leave you, so you stopped him right away because you realized what that meant. 

" This isn't the time to act impulsively. I know you love me as strongly as i love you, but you have to choose what truly matters the most to you. If you decide to stay, others will be making history and maybe the pleasures of the thalamus will not be enough to cure the resentment for what you will be missing. Think carefully, hearts can change and the future wife you adore now can one day become the load that brought you down. " 

Although a sensical objection, that didn't seem to preoccupy him much. 

" Never, you were made for me. The omens were very clear, staying grants me a blissful life with you for the price of letting my name fade. I have only two options: be loved and forgotten or waste my life following the fool's orders until death will reward me with immortal glory. Between spending the rest of my life with you or with Agamemnon, I think it's clear where I would rather be. "

The sacrifice was too great, ultimate proof of his love for you. Behind that relaxed phrasing Achilles attempted to de-dramatize giving up his biggest personal dream for the one you shared, what you still considered wasn’t fair. 

Responding with an equal offer was not only what your heart began to crave, but an alternative solution neither of you had considered. 

“ There has to be another way, your mother never said what I must do in all of this.” 

He wasn’t sure of where you wanted to point, but began to suspect it. 

“ Well, the prophecy was a bit unclear about this part.” 

The mischievous happiness renewed in your eyes let him know you had just found hope in the most insane of places. 

“ Don’t give me that look, this is what happens for leaving you a while alone with Odysseus! Now you think you can outsmart destiny and find me a third end.” 

You smirked with pride before presenting your idea. 

“ I can’t interfere with yours, only my own. If no part is clearly stated for me in this sacred command sent to you, then nothing stops me from choosing one. Instead of having you abandon your dream to stay with me, I’ll follow it with you.” 

His eyes were wide open staring at you, disbelief making him feel you were then playing with him. 

“ Are you telling me we could just get married and board the ship to Troy the morning after our wedding night? What kind of honorable nuptials would that be? When all the wives of the country would be giving their farewell to their husbands, would you follow me like slaves are meant to? War holds no virtuous position for a woman to occupy, it would be a stain to your reputation your parents would curse me for. “ 

“ If your baby cousin can go, so can I.” You justified yourself.” To stop me you will have to stop Patroclus and we know that is not going to happen.” 

The exactitude of your threat made him feel frustrated. Not because he wouldn’t love having you with him, but since he was refusing to publicly humiliate you like that. All Greece would know you were going to be the only wife following her husband to Troy for unexplainable reasons and they could judge your morals. Decent wives were meant to wait for their husbands and take care of their homes, not let passion distract them from their social duties. War camps were masculine places meant to be despised by the women, since their only female presence was typically in a state of degradation. Besides, Helen had already caused a moral breach shaming the greek concept of marriage and that was the reason pushing the fight. People would be judgemental of your relationship, they would question you for immorality and him for lacking authority to make you stay like a normal wife should. 

He wasn’t thinking about him anymore, of protecting his name and the weight of his masculine prestige. He was extremely worried about you and the consequences it could bring when he wouldn’t be there to protect you. 

“ Do you sincerely want to go to Troy and watch me die?” 

“ It’s still better than watching you sail knowing you will never come back.” You terminated in response . “ I have heard the city is built to withstand a ten year siege, enough time for us to have a life together before destiny will reclaim you.” 

Arguing with you was hard, even if the idea was insane you would find ways to make it sound logical. 

“ A camp on the trojan beach is no place to start a family. “ He replicated softly, just letting you know he was trying to make you understand you couldn’t ask that. “ What are we going to do when the children come? Because they will, eventually. If you become my wife no omen of death is going to stop me from making love to you.” 

You smirked innocently, ready to deliver a justification. 

“ I'm not naive, Achilles! Do you think I don’t know what happens in those camps? Captives get pregnant all the time, so it's not impossible to go through it there. It may not be ideal, but I can make it. If you would leave me here and break our relationship to protect me from your fate, you could still put a baby inside your finest war trophy girl.” 

“ And who said I’m leaving?” He questioned you. “ I’m not doing it and I am not breaking up with you. Now stop with this nonsense, my wife can’t be giving birth surrounded by death.” 

“ But trojan women can? Because births aren’t going to stop there. “ You insisted, sitting near and acting as if you were two civil parts on a trial. “ Hector has a baby boy, if he can be a father in this mess so can you.” 

The provocation made him hold a groan, but he turned back and kicked the nearest surface as a frustration release outlet. 

“ It’s different for him, his wife is a princess and they have a city to defend. “ He tried to articulate in fast speaking, doing all he could to not show signs of anger growing because of your stubbornness. “ I don’t want you to have the life of a war captive, to denigrate yourself for me.” 

It was very sweet, you were feeling his pain but he had to understand yours too. 

“ As long as you are still breathing I will not accept a life without you. When the time comes I will embrace grief, but I’ll cry for you as your widow. In the meantime I don't want no one else, I’ll have the ground of your tent as thalamus and I’ll have your children.” 

He gave a few steps towards you, presenting one more solid concern. 

“ What will be of all of you when I'm gone?” 

That should have been a strong preoccupation making you desist, but it didn’t. 

“ We will be alright. They will inherit your share of the sacking, we know your death is linked to the fall of Troy so I can assume we will win something. Given that the House of Aeacus would possess fresh new heirs to renew the bloodline, I may even be able to bargain with Agamemnon the throne of Phthia for one of them. He hates you, but he would not be politically capable to refuse if you become the maximum fallen hero of the war he just won.” 

At that point he felt true powerlessness because he just couldn’t convince you out of it for your own good. 

“ They can’t grow in a warzone, think of the ruthless people they will become.  Those kids would not know any better until it would be too late for them. I don’t want a soulless soldier as heir, people saying Achilles’ son has surpassed the brutality of the father.” 

“ Let our little monsters run free through the camp, they will turn out fine if we guide them right. “ You imagined out loud, not scared at all by the dark warning. “ I can’t wait to see them messing around, you will be in tears the first time one of them will grab a wooden sword trying to copy their father.” 

Illusion was starting to make his negative stance harder to maintain, he loved what you were saying. It sounded so wonderful that he couldn’t help find some sensical feeling in it. There was only one detail you haven’t solved for his resistance to fall completely. 

“ How would I fight the enemy worried for you? You will be the only married woman around thousands of men and although I'm terrifying to most of them, I can’t keep control at all times. Some of those men will not be myrmidons, they will not know who you are.” 

“ That’s the best part: I’ll keep Patroclus bussy.” You announced with excitement, knowing well he wouldn’t resist it. “ I know you don’t trust him in an open battleground yet, but he would not accept being left behind so you have to take him or he would never forgive you. With me on board you have a safe mission to give him that would keep him away from combat but still make him feel a hero. By the time you will judge him ready to charge into battle my presence will be naturalized and his vigilant eye won’t be needed anymore.” 

Hope was truly hitting him because he started to feel as if the crazy plan could work if you all would make it work out. Most of the persons he loved the most could be with him for the rest of his lifetime, making the surviving gap before the consecration worth living. His little cousin, his best friend and his wife along with his future children all gathered like some warrior family. 

A taste of happiness before the end, walk the two roads simultaneously into a third fate. 

“ Blessed be your stubbornness, you wonderful woman! “ He praised you, surprise making his attitude switch as he rushed towards you. “ How can you be in every detail? You are insane, but I love you. I don’t deserve you, I can’t believe this.” 

He made you smile and by that point you knew you were about to win. 

“What exactly? My incredible ingeniousness, my gorgeous looks?” 

“ That you love me so much, '' He admitted, then picked you up bridal style. “ That you will be my wife and I will brag about having you to both greeks and trojans. I will not rest until you will be the most honored person in that camp alongside me, your sacrifice will be part of my legend and maybe that will be my start to repay you. “ 

His immense gratitude was making you chuckle due to the unusual intensity, but he wouldn’t stop. 

“ I’ll love you to my last breath, I promise you that.” 

You were all smiles while caressing the strands of hair falling at the sides of his face. 

“That’s all I want. No other payment you can offer matters to me because my will for sacrifice comes from love, just like yours.” You purred blissfully. “ Let’s not worry about the future, let’s just take this one kiss at a time.” 

Mesmerized as he was, he replied against your lips. 

“ I like how that sounds.” 

[vytels]

I had a dream last night that the Star Wars: The Clone Wars didn’t exist, like the show just never happened??

Instead a family of brothers and cousins that look alike decided to perform on America’s Got Talent and create a story for the clone army, like through a mixture of dance, visual effects, and story telling. And they just basically retold the Clone Wars series through it? With some changes— like Dogma still killed Krell, but he sticks around and is treated like a hero, and Tup doesn’t shoot a Jedi but instead gets mind controlled by Krell?? So they send him to Kamino to see if that caused damage to him and Fives goes with, thus discovering the chips?

And the Coruscant Guard are like “there is nothing wrong with the Coruscant Guard” whenever they’re around and like Fox goes off stage, with Palpatines voice over saying “CC-1010, execute order…” and then the next scene he kills Fives

Also like Cody and Rex met on Geonosis, Cody paints the Jaig Eyes on his helmet and then shows him his two new troopers, aka Echo and Fives- who immediately get to pranking and Rex ends up flying across a stage on a wire at some point, I don’t remember??? I think

But like again… this is told through DANCE! So when they’re running, they’re like doing twirls and leaps… when they’re dodging bullets, they do the splits, and like it’s so poetic??

Not to mention, Wolffe is the only one who takes off his helmet when they’re performing?? Purely to say, “Look at my badass scar, I’m in charge here, you fucks” and then is the one that leads them to the citadel…

Idk what I was on last night but I wanna go back to it because it was just a master piece to witness. What a great dream.

[alexlwrites]

From my notes app: grieving over your ex lover

Tw: sad as fuck

Based on this request from @morningglory18 : "Hey I just want to request you a fic where the fl had a dead first love , whom she always chases after but it is always Namjoon who catches her when he realised she is really gonna fly away"

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It was April 29th again.

How long had it been since the last one? A couple weeks? 365 days? A lifetime? You weren't sure, but the earth had once more completed a circle without you even assimilating the last one.

Your body still ached from phantom pains - a non-existent weight in your left ring finger, the impact of a car crash you never lived, shards of a still broken heart and loss, dear lord, so much loss. How could someone even lose something that they already no longer have?

But every April 29th reopened a wound barely stitched together and you felt the burden of another year lost, a multitude of days that could've been lived as someone's wife but instead barely could be called a widow - after all, there was no wedding. There was only a white dress, a pair of rings and a call from the hospital that sent you into a spiral of unfortunate events and ripped your soul from your body.

Every April 29th brought a slew of what-ifs and if-onlys that buried you under the avalanche of painful possibilities. If that driver had never been drinking, if he had left earlier, if the wedding had been scheduled to the next saturday... Every minimal detail added to insurmountable strands - different paths and roads that could've been taken in a different life.

In a different life, you could've been Yoongi's wife.

In a different life, you could've kissed him on an altar and went on to start a new chapter written together. You could've watched him put together your shared furniture, made him coffee and kissed his pink tinted knucles. In a different world, you could've built a family together, slanted eyed babied and fluffy brown dogs, maybe even a black cat. In another universe, you would've watched someone's first steps guided by his long fingers wrapped around a tiny chubby wrist. In a separate world...

"Love" someone called snapping you out of your morbid fantasies and you turned to see Namjoon offering his hand.

You took it and stood up from the ground, interlacing your fingers with his and bringing them to your lips as you walked away from the forget-me-not adorned grave, silent and contemplative. In another life, things could've been different, but in this one you were given catastrophic grief by fate and its antidote by the same hand. The same prophecy that had taken away Yoongi from your sobbing grip had gifted you Namjoon.

Namjoon who also lost his best friend and had been the first one to reach for you as crumbled to the floor in a white gown; who had been forever patient and understanding, a buoy in the storm as disgrace had rained from the skies ; who stood back to back with you as you leaned on each other to stand up once more ; Namjoon who bought the forget-me-nots and took you where you needed every April 29th.

"I miss him" you said.

Namjoon nodded "Me too. Everyday."

Namjoon helped you into the car and drove away softly, his hand never leaving yours, tethering you to this lifetime where you were now his, six years after being someone else's.

***

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[myymi]

Idk if you’re still taking requests for Drabble prompts, if not feel free to ignore and/or delete this, but I was thinking of a scenario where Sonic and Tails are sleeping together all cuddled up, and Sonic wakes up to see Tails still asleep, incredibly relaxed, with his tongue sticking out juusst a bit. Basically Sonic sees Tails doing a Blep™️ and it’s very cute

word count-1010

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Being a hero is hard work.

Yes, Sonic did technically put himself in that position, but society enabled him so he’s still allowed to complain.

That doesn’t mean he would stop being a hero. He enjoys it, and saving the people of Mobius is one of his favorite past times.

But it still exhausts him. Sonic has his limits, you know! And sure, he has far more stamina then any normal mobian, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get tired.

But people won’t rely on a tired hero to save them so Sonic, being the smart guy he is, made Mobius believe he couldn’t get tired. He made the people believe he didn’t have limits.

Everyone on the planet believed it!

Well..

Everyone but Tails.

Tails saw Sonic’s limits.

Tails helps take care of Sonic when he reaches those limits.

Tails is the only thing on this planet that has seen Sonic at his limit.

Which is exactly why Tails is currently sleeping ontop of Sonic, keeping him from moving.

And unlucky for Sonic, they were outside basking in the sun when the little fox had climbed ontop of him.

Which meant he was going to be stuck for hours.

Sonic knew this tactic. Tails always did it when he noticed Sonic was just the tiniest bit slower.

He would stop their run, using hydrating as an excuse because he knew Sonic would never say no to a water break when he asked.

Then the second Sonic’s sprawled out on the grass, Tails plops himself right on his chest, curled into the fluffiest ball you will ever lay your eyes on and making the loudest purrs he possibly can in hopes of getting Sonic to sleep.

And it works.

Even if Sonic’s mind and body feel awake as ever, he will fall asleep without fail.

This is what he gets for adopting a genius as his little brother.

Usually, Tails will wake up before Sonic. He’ll still be laying on the hedgehog’s chest, providing a comforting weight while giving him the most mischievous yet innocent smile Sonic’s ever seen, politely asking if he had a good nap.

He’s such a handful sometimes, but Sonic wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Every now and then, Sonic will wake up before Tails does.

And he thinks it might just be his favorite thing in the world.

Sonic’s not an idiot, he knows the kid’s had a rough go. Nobody who has it good is going to abandon their home island for some stranger without second guessing it.

Tails never did that. He never looked back, never even wanted to talk about Westside. He wanted nothing more than to forget it once he left.

Being able to see his kid fully relaxed was a better sight then the thousands of sunsets Sonic’s seen combined, even if at the cost of a run.

When Tails is fully relaxed, he uncurls from his little fluffball of protection. His tails will fall to his side, his breathing completely evened out. His ears don’t strain, causing them to flop over.

And he bleps.

Which is when Tails’s tongue stickd out ever so slightly. Sonic’s been calling it bleping for about 2 years now, and in those years he’s only seen it a handful of times.

But it’s so. damn. cute.

Ever since Tails built them phones, mainly for talking with friends when there isn’t an immediate threat, Sonic has been taking pictures of the kit in his fully relaxed position every time he’s blessed with seeing it.

Tails doesn’t know about it.

That's why Sonic has to slowly, and quietly, get his phone out of his shoe. It’s one of the most stressful things he’s ever done.

One wrong move and he loses his picture.

Sonic doesn’t have a strategy for it, so if you’re planning on taking your own blep pictures; good luck. That’s all the advice he can give you.

Oh, and remember to turn off your flash.

Sonic didn’t remember that.

Obviously, the bright light ruined everything. Tails’ nose scrunched as his brow furrowed, annoyed by the sudden brightest against his face. One of his eyes opened up half-way, confusion clear on his face when he saw the hedgehog’s phone.

Flash is the worst.

“Sonic?” Tails’s other eye opened as he looked up to his brother, who shushed him.

“My bad, go back to sleep.” He mumbled, fumbling with the flash button to tun it off.

“Were you taking a picture?” The fox brought a hand up to rub at his eyes, attempting to wake himself up more.

“No.” Sonic lied, and he knew Tails knew he lied. Especially because of the look he received.

“Uh-huh.” Tails shook his head before sitting up, stretching his arms out with a yawn. “Since you have your phone, what time is it?”

“Uhhh,” The teen squinted at the small numbers, “three forty-eight.”

“Already?” The kit asked, rubbing his eyes again. “Wow, sorry. Didn’t mean to sleep that long.”

“Nah, it’s good, li’l bro.” Sonic waved it off. He sat up, causing the younger to slide from his chest to his lap.

“Right, well,” Using the hedgehog’s shoulder, Tails got up on his feet. He then offered his hand to the other, “let’s head back to my workshop. I’ve got work to finish.”

“Does that work include falling asleep on me?” Sonic teased, accepting his brother’s outstretched hand and letting him pull him to his feet. The fox rolled his eyes.

“Only if you slow down.” He said, letting his tails spin and lift him off the ground.

“Hey, I never slow down.” The hedgehog said as he stretched his body. He may be the fastest thing alive, but he still got cramps.

“If that’s what you want to believe.” Tails grinned at his brother.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sonic raised a brow at the fox, hands on his hips now that he was done stretching.

“Race ya!” The kit winked before flying off, gone before the teen even could even shout back.

Yeah. Definitely a handful.

[akirakirxaa]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 19: Taken

Rating: E (for explicit)

Word Count: 1010

Summary: Akira gives in to her heart over her head for once. [ShB Era Akira x Emet, follows this and precedes this.]

[Master Post]

For a moment, the two fought for dominance, lips crushed together and tongues twisting against each other. She felt him grip one horn and tug her head to the side, baring her throat to him. He bit down, just hard enough for her to feel the pressure through the scales, and she couldn’t help the whine that escaped her lips.

Still riding the high of doing something she wanted to for once, she scrabbled at the ornate coat Emet-Selch wore, fingers deftly finding the clasps and buttons and sashes and did this thing ever come off? But eventually she was able to shove it from his shoulders, baring a laced up shirt, trousers, and boots. His hands wandered to her skirt and pulled it free, the fabric piling at her feet. As if to distract herself, she pulled at the laces of his shirt, loosening it and not thinking about how he pulled back enough to pull her singlet over her head.

She placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back and towards the bed, and with some more scrabbling at each other and probably some magic she didn’t notice in the rush, they ended up both on the bed, Akira perched atop Emet-Selch quite as if upon a chocobo, and…

And froze.

She didn’t want to stop, per say, but it was like she suddenly got a splash of water that brought her to her senses. What would her friends think? What would the people of the First think? What would the Exarch think? No longer caught up in the moment, Akira was now faced with having to actively choose to do this. His length was trapped between them, and it would only take the smallest movement to make it over this hurdle.

But she just couldn’t do it.

She couldn’t help but picture the looks of betrayal if the Scions discovered this…indiscretion. The hurt. Would Thancred lash out at her for it? Would they shun her? Would they turn her out, Warrior of Light or no? What would the Exarch think, after summoning her to save his world only to find that she’d slept with the enemy?

And in the storm of what ifs crept in her own disgust at her own body. She was too muscled, too scarred. She had too many scales, horns and a tail and surely he who already thought people like her to be a disgrace to the way life once was could not possibly want her—

“Hero? Are you in there, Hero?” his exasperated voice cut through her self doubt, but now she met his eyes of molten gold and he was looking at her and she was overcome by the need to hide.

“I…” It was as if Akira’s voice was stuck in her throat. Such a small thing. People did this kind of thing all the time, right? It was just sex, it didn’t need to be this complicated. But her body refused to move. His face softened at what must have been panic on her own.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked quietly, and she thought for a brief moment before shaking her head in an oh-so miniscule motion. It was like he had taken her heart in his hands and, despite whatever this was that was freezing her, she wouldn’t dream of stopping.

Even if it was a betrayal.

Then her world tipped, and now she was the one pinned beneath him, one of his hands holding one leg against his hip while his other pinned one of hers next to her head, fingers entwined together. Her face flushed as he nosed along one horn slowly.

“Would you prefer if I took the lead, then?” he murmured to her, and the breath over her horn made her heart pound all the more fiercely.

“Please,” she breathed. She thought she felt a smirk against her horn.

His hand drifted from holding her leg to the inside of her thigh, trailing up the sensitive skin until pressing into her folds, teasing out quiet whimpers and groans, her hips bucking against him. He slid his fingers around her entrance, but not pressing in.

“I… I need…” Akira panted out, but before she could finish, he pressed his mouth to hers, tongue easily slipping past her lips. As she kissed him back, he pulled her leg back up, wrapping it around his hip, and pressed in.

Akira couldn’t help the whine that slipped out; she was not oblivious to the obvious height difference between them, but the stretch was just barely short of too much and was just a hair more uncomfortable than it was pleasurable. As if he could read her mind, Emet-Selch stilled for the moment, hand supporting her leg roaming over her, brushing over her defined abdominal muscles and carefully teasing at one breast, mouth busy worrying her sensitive horn.

She slowly relaxed, and as she did, he carefully kissed his way down to her throat before biting. Her hips bucked, and the sensation, now far from pain, drew a whimpering gasp from her lips. Emet-Selch took that as the all clear, and he rolled his hips against her, drawing more of those little noises from her, face still bright red and eyes shut tight.

“Look at me,” his voice was almost as breathless as she felt, and she did, prying open her eyes to meet his. For a moment, she was lost in them, molten gold holding her captive. She felt like her skin was tingling, and she wondered if that was him, some magic of his. Perhaps a slip of his control, and while that should scare her…it didn’t. He surged forward, mouth crashing into hers in a more primal echo of the kiss they’d shared just moments ago, and Akira went pliant beneath him, yielding before the force of him. He groaned into her, and for some reason that was what sent her over the edge, and he swallowed her cries as he chased his own completion on the heels of hers.

[melanneco]

I Love You So

Kate Bishop x Reader

Trigger Warnings: angst / breaking up

Word Count: 1010

Synopsis: Fic based off of I Love You So by The Walters. Reader finds it hard to stay in a relationship after Kate spends too much time away from her due to being an Avenger.

Masterlist | Anne

Requests are open. :)

Before Kate joined the Avengers, (Y/n) had structure in her life. She didn’t have to lie in bed for several nights, wondering if Kate was okay, she never had to watch the news in fear Kate had died, and she never had to spend weeks in an apartment in downtown New York without her. Now, she was laying in bed, tears streaming down her face as she worried about the way Kate had to abruptly end their call hours ago. Of course, she had Lucky keeping her company and providing her with comforting cuddles, but it wasn’t helping to the extent she needed. She remembered how just a couple months ago, they were still in college and Kate had just invited her to live with her. She never knew how so many things could change from then to Christmas and then Christmas to now. Kate was never home. She was off helping those in need without care over herself. 

It was a bit funny. The one person who needed Kate the most wasn’t any single person on the Earth except (Y/n). She needed Kate so badly it was beginning to get so much. So, as she laid in bed that night, she decided that she couldn’t take anymore. She wasn’t going to give Kate an ultimatum. Kate’s dream was always to join the Avengers, and (Y/n) wasn’t going to ruin that. She has never seemed happier. Not even with her. The decision hurt, but she knew it was the right thing to do. She couldn’t ruin Kate’s dream. The thing Kate has wanted and trained for her whole life. In the end, no matter the inner argument, every solution came down to their break up. It wasn’t the solution she wanted, but it was the only one that would work.

By the time Kate made it home later the next day, (Y/n) had packed her things. “What’s going on?” Kate asked, putting down her bag, looking at (Y/n). (Y/n) sighed, reminding herself she can’t cry in front of Kate. “Why have you packed your stuff?” Kate said, grabbing (Y/n)’s hand, gently pulling the suitcase from it to remove the items. (Y/n) stopped her though, the look letting Kate fully realize what was going on. She was breaking up with her. Shaking her head quickly, tears sprung into her eyes as she stared at (Y/n), sinking onto her couch. “I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong? Please don’t go. I can fix it. Please stay.” Kate begged, taking (Y/n)’s hands. (Y/n) accepted Kate’s hands but Kate knew she was still going to leave. There was a look that told her that she didn’t change her mind.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, (Y/n) looked into Kate’s blue eyes with a watery smile. “I’ve made up my mind, Kate. I was a fool to think that dating an Avenger would work. You’re gone so much. And I’m happy for you. This is your dream. I’m not going to stand in the way of something you’ve worked your whole life for. You work for fucking Clint Barton. Your hero. You’re going to do great things. I am, too. Just somewhere else in the world. You’ve outgrown me, Kate, and that’s okay. I’m proud of you.” (Y/n)’s hands cupped Kate’s cheeks as she wiped away the tears running down them. “You’ve blossomed into such a beautiful flower. Thank you for letting me grow with you.” (Y/n) closed the suitcase that Kate had opened upon arrival before heading to the door.

Kate sat in shock, hesitating momentarily to get up. She couldn’t imagine her life without (Y/n). How could she? (Y/n) gave her life a sense of meaning, structure. But maybe she had gone too far from (Y/n)’s reach. No, she could never. “Wait,” Kate called as (Y/n) began to open the door. She was trying not to hyperventilate from crying. “I love you. Please don’t go, please stay here with me. We can make it work! I can talk to Clint.” Kate scrambled over to the girl. She knew it was her dream, but maybe she could give it up for (Y/n). Right?

“Kate,” it came out in a whisper, almost dreamlike. “Please let me go. You need to let me go. You would resent me for leaving the Avengers. Let me go while we still have good memories between us. Let this be our only bad one. We tried, but we failed. Now, go. Be great.” Kate knew she was right, she would. But she didn’t want to. She wanted it all to work. But, again, she was right. They tried, and they failed. Kate looked at (Y/n) for a long moment, (Y/n) trying to tear her eyes away. It was hard. She was never good at looking away from Kate. She was known for those eyes that (Y/n) always found herself getting lost in.

Kate slowly took her hand. Instinctively, their fingers intertwined. “One last kiss and then I’ll do it. I’ll let you go.” Their hearts grieved for each other as they leaned in, their lips colliding together messily. Still, they took their time. They both knew this was the end. No matter how much they loved each other, they had to let go. The kiss was salty with tears from the both of them, but it didn’t matter to them. Pulling away slowly, (Y/n) reached over to push away some hair behind Kate’s ear, soaking in the girl in front of her. Then, slowly, they parted ways. Kate watched as (Y/n) walked out of the door and down the hall before her body disappeared behind a corner. Her heart sank, knowing she wasn’t coming back. Closing the door, she turned around, her back pressing against the wood as she slid down. It was then she once more let herself go. How could she truly let go when she loved her so?

[ali3nter-selfships]

f/o list

small notes ::

• not ok with sharing romantic f/os! ( srry :[ )

• romantic f/os will be mostly seperated by interests

• italicized = from my hyperfixation / special interest

• bolded = absolute favs, always #1 to me

romantic

❥ Eloni / Green 1010 (No Straight Roads)

❥ Eve / Nadia (No Straight Roads)

❥ Mayday (No Straight Roads)

❥ Billy (Burn, 2019)

❥ Clapton Davis (Detention)

❥ David (Long Gone Heroes)

❥ Derek Danforth (The Beekeeper)

❥ Franklin Fox (57 Seconds)

❥ Josh Futturman (Future Man)

⤷ Other Timelines :: J-Futz, J26, Nut Face Josh

❥ Laser Allgood (The Kids Are All Right)

❥ Max (The Rusted [Short Film])

❥ Mike Schmidt (Five Nights At Freddy's)

❥ Nick Brady (Escobar: Paradise Lost)

❥ Sean Anderson (Journey 2)

❥ Steve Leonard (Cirque Du Freak: The Vampires Assistant [Movie])

❥ Teddy Atkins (7 Days In Havana)

❥ Toby Mitchell (Tragedy Girls)

❥ Todd (Best Buy SNL Skit)

❥ Travis Wilker (Ape [Short film])

❥ Boy Jerry (Hatchetfield Musicals)

❥ Gary Goldstein (Hatchetfield Musicals)

❥ Paul Matthews (Hatchetfield Musicals)

❥ Richie Lipschitz (Hatchetfield Musicals)

❥ Superman (Holy Musical B@tman!)

❥ Wiggog Y'rath / Wiggly (Hatchetfield Musicals)

❥ Ickett Del La Rosa [Original Character, Village]

❥ John (FNAF Novels)

❥ Gideon Graves (Scott Pilgrim)

❥ Hunter (The Owl House)

❥ Kermit The Frog

❥ Mera Salamin (Epithet Erased)

❥ Principal Of The Thing (Baldi's Basics)

tags are "(character) coded" (ex : 'mike schmidt coded')

platonic

☀︎ Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim)

☀︎ Mischa Bachinski (Ride The Cyclone)

tags are "(character) is my best friend" (ex : 'mischa bachinski is my best friend')

familial

☆~ Yinu (No Straight Roads) [Cousin]

☆~ Yinu's Mom (No Straight Roads) [Aunt]

☆~ Lefty (FNAF:PS) [Parent]

☆~ The Puppet/Marionette (FNAF) [Parent]

☆~ Roxie Richter (Scott Pilgrim) [Cousin]

☆~ Miguel O'Hara (Spiderman : Across the Spiderverse) [Father]

tags are "(character) is my (familial role)" (ex : 'miguel ohara is my dad')

[sammywolfgirl]

Trying a new method to get back into writing 1010 hero’s.

Snippets! Little shorts that focus on ideas or character dynamics that I want to explore in the main fic! Consider these previews of what’s to come if you will.

Bwcause if it’ll take me forever to write episodes I can at least do little things to explain why I care so much for these dumbasses

[onekisstotakewithme]

BJ/Hawkeye/Peg Works

Realizing it's been a while since I made an updated masterlist of all my triad work, so here is one! It's one of my all-time favourite rare pairs 💜 enjoy!

One Shots

xenia (2591 words) - Hawkeye's first trip to California, classics-inspired, post-canon, pre-OT3.

Aqua Vitae (2052 words) - As an anniversary present, BJ and Peg take Hawkeye to a bathhouse in San Francisco; post-canon.

etymology (9437 words) - The evolution of BJ, Peg and Hawkeye's relationship, and the evolution of the language to describe it; canon, post-canon.

fire's burning (draw nearer) (1010 words) - A late night conversation between BJ and Hawkeye that Peg isn't necessarily meant to overhear - but does; post-canon, pre(ish)-OT3.

night and day, you are the one (5462 words) - Hawkeye tries to arrange a date night with BJ and Peg, with mixed results; post-canon.

As Years Unfurl (1500 words) - Under the clock in Grand Central Station, ten years after the war ends, BJ and Peg are waiting; post-canon.

One Small Step (2112 words) - Hawkeye watches the moon landing with his family, and reflects on the nature of progress; post-canon.

Welcome Home (1266 words) - BJ comes home from a conference, to find his partners waiting for him; post-canon.

addressed to the fire (2972 words) - BJ writes a lot of letters to Peg. Occasionally, however, he writes one that he doesn't send. Canon, pre-OT3.

the love that you've looked for (2928 words) - "Looking for a lady who: likes Chinese food, likes walking in the rain..." - personal ad in the San Francisco Chronicle , May 1985; AU, pre-OT3.

the best thing going (5069 words) - Hawkeye visits a nude beach, where a particular couple catches his eye; AU, pre(ish)-OT3.

to you, i'll always belong (7112 words) - BJ and Peg realize that they’re in love with their best friend - but how do they tell him? College AU.

Lucky (1128 words) - Hawkeye walks Peg home on a snowy night, and just has to make his feelings known; College AU.

+ Bonus pre/implied triad:

gardens and nursery walls (1085 words) - A character study on Hawkeye and fatherhood; canon, pre-(implied)OT3.

Dinner and a Show (3775 words) - Hawkeye and BJ have fun at a hospital gala; Smut, implied offscreen OT3.

Multi-Chapter

you were meant for me (4200 words) - When Peg sees “Singin’ in the Rain”, it’s as though a whole world of possibility has opened up; Canon compliant, 3 chapters.

ye who are weary, come home (62,281 words) - The first reunion of the 4077, in Chicago, 1956 provides an opportunity for BJ and Peg to take the leap. Found family, canon ships; Post-canon, OT3, 17 chapters. “Home” part i.

happily ever after... and after (31,041 words) - When Hawkeye is in California for Erin’s birthday, he has to grapple with what happens after the heroes ride into the sunset. Post-canon, OT3, 7 chapters. Home part ii.

and gie's a hand o' thine (39,176 words) - Christmas in Maine, the triad’s first (with additional found family, Charles/Donna, and a dog). Post-canon, OT3, 12 chapters. Home part iii.

*no love less perfect than a life with thee (98,043 words) - Charles and Donna are getting married, at long last, for real. (*Technically not a triad fic, but they’re the B plot!); Post-canon, OT3, 12 chapters. Home part iv.

[emmajh97-mumaji]

Literally ALL My Blorbos

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍💕💗💝🥰

A comprehensive list of my favorite characters from my favorite media! (I keep this because it makes it easier to decide on what to draw lol)

[This post will probably be edited every so often, so make sure to go to the original and not any Reblogs for the most up-to-date version!]

[page break because LONG LIST IS LONG]

Ace Attorney: ○ Apollo Justice ○ Miles Edgeworth ○ Phoenix Wright ○ Simon Blackquill Animal Crossing: ○ Lily (Rainy) ○ Wilbur Avatar - The Legend of Korra: ○ Mako Barbie in The Nutcracker: ○ Captain Candy Ben 10: ○ Ben Tennyson Black★Rock Shooter: ○ Black Rock Shooter Bleach: ○ Ichigo Kurosaki Danganronpa: ○ Hajime Hinata ○ Kaito Momota ○ Kazuichi Soda ○ Kiyotaka Ishimaru Danny Phantom: ○ Danny Fenton DC Comics: ○ Shazam (Captain Marvel) ○ Aquaman Demon Slayer: ○ Kyojuro Rengokou Detroit: Become Human: ○ Connor (RK 800) Digimon: ○ J.P. (Shibayama Junpei) ○ Marcus Damon ○ Takato Matsuki ○ Takuya Kanbara Dragon Ball Z: ○ Trunks Briefs (Mirai Trunks) Frozen (Disney): ○ Elsa Final Fantasy: ○ Cloud Strife ○ Prompto Argentum ○ Black Mage [any generic one] ○ Zack Fair Five Nights at Freddy's: ○ Glamrock Freddy ○ Golden Freddy (Fredbear) ○ Toy Freddie [in huggable Gijinka Form] Generator Rex: ○ Rex Salazar ○ Six Genshin Impact: ○ Arataki Itto ○ Lisa Minci ○ Mona Megistus Hazbin Hotel: ○ Lucifer Morningstar ○ Angel Dust Henry Stickmin: ○ Charles Calvin Hetalia: ○ America (Alfred F. Jones) ICEY_ (X.D.Network): ○ ICEY Interstella 5555: ○ Shep ○ Octave ○ Manager (Music Producer Guy) Jarrett Williams' Comics: ○ Joe Somiano from Super Pro K.O. ○ Sensational Sike from Super Pro K.O. ○ Ace Estrada (Yellow Hype) from Hyper Force Neo ○ Neil Tran (Blue Hype) from Hyper Force Neo Kingdom Hearts: ○ Axel (Lea) ○ Meow Wow Kiznaiver: ○ Hajime Tenga Legend of Zelda (BotW/TotK): ○ Link ○ Sidon Mario (Nintendo): ○ Luigi Marvel: ○ Clea Strange ○ Doctor Strange (Stephen) ○ Spider Man (Peter Parker) Miyuli's Webcomics: ○ Oz from Morgana & Oz ○ The Bogeyman from Lost Nightmare My Hero Academia: ○ Izuku Midoriya (Deku) ○ Kirishima Eijirou (Red Riot) Mystery Skulls Animated: ○ Lewis Pepper the Skeleton Ghost Mystic Messenger: ○ Yoosung Kim No Straight Roads: ○ 1010 [Eloni, Rin, & Purl-Hew are all good] ○ Zuke Persona: ○ Ryuji Sakamoto Pokemon: ○ Ash Ketchum (Satoshi) ○ Cilan ○ Hugh ○ Milo ○ Pearl (Barry /Jun) ○ Deoxys ○ Mismagius Promare: ○ Galo Thymos Rise of the Guardians: ○ Jack Frost RWBY: ○ Neptune Vasilias ○ Qrow Branwen Sanrio: ○ Keroppi ○ TuxedoSam ○ Shunsuke Yoshino Seduce Me (The Otome): ○ Matthew (Zecaeru) SOMA: ○ Simon Jarrett Sonic the Hedgehog: ○ Gold the Tenrec ○ Mighty the Armadillo ○ Shard the Metal Sonic ○ Silver the Hedgehog Soul Eater: ○ Black Star The Book of Life: ○ Manolo Sanchez Tiger & Bunny: ○ Kotetsu T. Kaburagi Vampire Knight: ○ Zero Kiryu Voltron: Legendary Defender: ○ Shiro (Takashi Shirogane) Xenoblade Chronicles: ○ Shulk Yu-Gi-Oh: ○ Soulburner (Takeru Homura) ○ Yami Yugi (Atem) ○ Yusei Fudo ○ Stardust Dragon 2064: Read Only Memories: ○ Lexi Rivers ○ Turing

BONUS: Media I love, but don't have a blorbo from

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Avatar (world of Pandora; James Cameron)

Atlantis (Disney)

Angry Birds

Dekoboko Sugar Days

Disney Princess Movies [i.e. The Little Mermaid, Mulan, Sleeping Beauty]

D.N.Angel

Epic (Blue Sky movie)

Epithet Erased

Full Metal Alchemist

Ghibli Movies [specifically Castle in the Sky & Kiki's Delivery Service]

Hamtaro

Hindu Mythology [Amar Chitra Katha comics]

How to Train Your Dragon movies

Kal Ho Naa Ho

Kung-Fu Panda movies

Land of the Lustrous

The Lego Movie (and 2)

Lisa Frank

Little Witch Academia

MLP: Friendship is Magic

Megamind

Molly Moon (book series)

Mune Guardian of the Moon

Paleoart (dinosaur documentaries & encyclopedias)

Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt

Penguins of Madagascar

Pretty Cure (HeartCatch)

Pusheen

Sailor Moon

Scooby-Doo [What's New? and Mystery Inc.]

Scott Pilgrim

Starlight Brigade - TWRP

Steven Universe

TRON [1982, Legacy, and Uprising]

Tatsinda by Elizabeth Enright

The Avengers

TokiDoki

Tokyo Mew Mew

Treasure Planet

Undertale & Deltarune

Vocaloid / UTAUloids

[mizumech]

Day 1: Axe/Shield

Hi, it’s mizumech here, and this is my entry for day 1! The title of this work is ‘Be my Heart, my Hand, my Voice’ and it is 1010 words long! I may put this on ao3 after the event and I reserve the right to edit later. :)

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As the Hand of the Red King, it is of utmost importance that he protect him. 

What is he, if not the Axe that kills to protect? By the power vested in him by Dogwarts, he is both servant and steward and Martyn must fight with and for his liege till certain death or until springtime brings uncertain peace.

Hark the heralds angels sing, the kingmaker had declared, arms draped in long green robes as he raised his scepter over Ren’s shoulders twice, may ye rise now, blood-crowned king.

“My Hand,” Ren had later implored, “crown me in turn by your axe, that I may truly be blood-crowned and become the Red King that our people need.”

Martyn had hesitated. Lots could go wrong with something like that. 

Was he worthy of this? To be the hero of a story where gods raised kings and kings raised people and people ate kings like an eternal snake?

Ren presses a book into his hand and holds his other hand as he drags Martyn into a corridor that leads outside into a courtyard which then leads to an altar.

His king then kneels to dust off the carvings running around the sides and Martyn really feels like he should be the one doing that instead.

But he doesn’t and he just stands there for a bit with the axe as he watches Ren work; blowing cobwebs off corners and using his cloak to wipe off the grime and it’s then Martyn decides to step in.

It won’t do for Ren to use grimy robes or to risk mold or fungus messing with his health.

“My liege, use mine instead.”

“No thank you, Martyn. Come. Sit beside me. My cloak is padded. Comfort first, you know?”

It’s been so long since his king has called him by his name that he doesn’t truly register the way it slips off the tongue lightly with care as he watches Ren spread his cloak.

(The way it falls looks like blood.)

“Are you sure, my liege?”

“I’d really appreciate it, my dude. It’s getting cold this time of year, if you know what I’m saying?”

Martyn quietly sets his axe down before taking a seat next to his king. Ren is talking in the informal register by now, letting his childhood mannerisms bleed through, so Martyn assumes this isn’t a political thing.

It’s real, real, Ren.

Ren’s hands cover his own as they sit by each other's sides, moonlight dappling over them like rain.

“Remember those storytellers? The couple that came by a while ago? Jimmy and—“

(Scott’s name does not stir good feelings within him.)

Both of them are pretty ineffectual and Jimmy is an amiable soul, and Scott is…sometimes not that…but Martyn has looked into them, and they were born in a region allied with the Sand People. 

Deep down, Martyn knows that that blasted land is the reason they are even having this conversation.

That is why he is the axe of Dogwarts and the Hand of Ren; blood-crowned king.

He is the shield of this nation, the Atlas who must hold up the very foundations of what it took to build it up.

No longer can he wander, no shorter must he delay to come to the defense of his liege.

“—they said to ‘Come, and listen, come listen to the country breathe,’ and I want to do that, you know? I want to feel what it's like to suffer.”

Martyn, on the other hand (ha!), does not want to know what it will be like to see Ren suffer.

But what can he do? He cannot refuse Ren anything. He has never been able to. 

“Anything for you, my liege.”

Ren turns to face him, Martyn’s hands in his.

“Do you trust me?”

Yes, he does. He trusts Ren with his full heart.

Just as he is the shield of his nation, Ren is his shield against the evils of the world. Ren is the flaming light that drives away the dark and shadow in his soul and sometimes he feels so damn ineffectual—

He nods.

“Then, my Hand, I need you to take your axe and behead me with it right here on Blackheart Altar!”

…is that treason?

That would be treason, wouldn’t it.

And Ren is his king, and his liege, and so much more.

How could he?

Martyn picks up his axe and cradles it close, fingers trailing over the head and the handle.

The battleaxe, Red Winter. A gift from Ren himself, forged by his own hand and name engraved by his awl.

Well, everything cycles back eventually. The eternal snake, no?

“I don’t know if I could do it, my lord.”

“By the book will I rise again, Martyn. I don’t do things without thinking it through.”

“…never change, my liege.”

Ren clears his throat, and reverts back to his formal nature, with the rolled ‘r’s and dramatic demeanour as he lets go of Martyn’s hand and gestures for Martyn to stand up so he can lie down for the beheading.

“So, my Hand, I must ask you to do this terrible deed. Slay me like you would a Pythia’s goat and let the chill not temper your courage! These stars were made for us and we must take these chances!”

“You and me, my liege,” Martyn says as he leafs through the tome, “it’s going to be you and me, forever.”

He hates this. Why does he sound so uncertain in his belief of forever? 

“Forever,” Ren affirms.

Martyn raises his axe. He may be the shield of Dogwarts, ready to serve and sworn to protect, but if his liege should want him to kill him for the sake of suffering, he shall not give him the disservice of going easy on him. 

The Atlas of Dogwarts has borne the brunt of kindness far too long. He lets the axe fall messily as the book roars to life with a golden light.

Atlas shrugs, and his world comes tumbling down as the axe raises for another blow.

[zappyjoan]

NSR AMA File 1

Who is Mystery Man? He's intended to be open ending because it gives space to work for possible future games. They meant to be a bit cheeky about it. Daim gave the illustrator (ddaddy star @ IG) freedom to do what they want with mystery man.

Does B2J have any extra rooms in the sewers? During concept arting they had several rooms, influenced by XCOM. There was a thinking room and "recreation" room (weed room, but they didn't put it in bc controversy).

Will there be a sequel? Possible, and they're interested provided they have all the things needed like time and money.

Who came up with the story of NSR? Daim and Aidi (the main scenario writer). Daim came up with the main story, three other writers do NPC dialogue, names, item descriptions, etc. The flow of the battle is important, not too serious/jokey. They play a lot of Danganronpa.

What is the cause behind the Border Wars? They want to keep things loose in case they have other ideas in the future, but they did come up with lore for it. (personal note: James Landino also mentioned in his stream that the composers got extra lore for the bosses that didn't get put in the game.)

What are their favorite lines in the game? Daim likes the 1010 fight dialogue (fun fact: Aidi had more freedom to write it). Hazmer likes the Zuke and Eve ending dialogue, which Daim wrote.

Will they sell the artbook separately in the future? They've been discussing it (and merch) with the team. There are lots of factors, even if fans are willing to buy.

What are 1010's names? (Daim thought this would be the first question alongside Mystery Man) Officially, they don't have names. The autographs were not intended to be canon because Daim gave the illustrators too much freedom and didn't think the 1010 signatures would be significant. They didn't think 1010 would be this popular.

Characters that they didn't think would be popular but did (or the other way around)? They didn't think Kliff would be popular but he is. He was not intended to be a flashy villain. Jay Sheldon was a huge part of bringing the character to life. More than a simp, he did what he did because he believed he was right. The story is about 3 main characters: Mayday, Tatiana, and Kliff, who all have selfish reasons to fight. Tatiana doesn't want to fight because she thought she was weak when she was younger. Mayday is selfish because she wants to prove to NSR that their rejection of rock is wrong. Kliff's reason is to show Tatiana that leaving rock is wrong and a betrayal. Mayday is the hero because at the end she's the only one that can put aside her selfishness for the better of the city. They also didn't think Neon J would be popular; they blame the doodle with him and DJSS for the popularity. They didn't think he would go the fatherly direction considering he uses his own children as weapons.

How did you decide on the order of the bosses? They decide on how the bosses are in term of "evilness" and that's why DJSS was the first (Hazmer's idea was jerk Carl Sagan). First two bosses are straightforward and simple, then they slowly slip in hard-hitter bosses. Eve is Zuke's final boss, and Tatiana is Mayday's final boss.

What's the deal with Zuke and toilets? It's an inside joke. Zuke is the type of character who has a strange fascination for avant-garde things.

Does Mayday have any interesting lore? Mayday and Zuke are supposed to represent the two different approaches to music. Zuke is the academic approach, he's very knowledgeable and went to school. Mayday is more self-taught, she replicates what she hears.

How did they come up with boss attacks? They match the boss' music theme and setting theme. Many of the attacks seem similar because they couldn't make too many unique patterns in the game or players will get confused.

1010 figurines? Their intention with the 1010 figurines was for backstory in Vinyl City (what its toy history is like). Some regrets with 1010 lore because it doesn't tell much about 1010 itself.

Official character heights? They struggled with making consistent heights because they need to constantly resize in the game. It's a balancing act of lore and readibility. The ending scene is the closest to accurate heights that the game gets.

Some backstory behind character names? Daim/Aidi like to include bits from their real lives. DJSS came from Daim wanting his name to be ridiculously long and self-indulgent, also inspired by Negasonic Teenage Warhead from Deadpool. Sayu is trying to sound Malay and Japanese at the same time. Eve's name was originally Eva. The design of Eve is based on self-hatred (especially in her first video). As she grows older, she learns to love her skin condition, comfortably showing lots of skin. Unlike other bosses using external themes, Eve's body is her own theme. They did not want the characters to have surnames because they don't want to fall into the trap of Westernized naming.

Evolution of 1010's design from first trailer? They didn't have time for the first trailer but they always knew that they wanted 1010 to look a bit crazy. The design itself is a personal nod to Tron Uprising, which Daim worked for with Polygon Pictures previously.

Some Vinyl City history + writing tips Vinyl City used to have lots of music festivals, people from all over the world come over by boats, the lighthouse is a symbol of the festival, and the plaza used to house a lot of concert halls. Trying to investigate the props in the city gives lore of past music festivals. After NSR took over they rebuilt the basement of the tower, representing an arrogance in outbuilding a monument of the past after conquering it. The secret to good storywriting is control! When you make a twist, the battle is between making it too vague or obvious. Between the two, more obvious is the safer choice. It's okay for the readers/players to guess the twist early.

Why do the characters have weird skin colors? They want to break the barrier between skin color irl. That is why Mayday's orange skin is darker. Racism sucks. But the best explanation is that they just want the game to be more colorful , inspired partly by Steven Universe. Daim and Haz want to be as inclusive as possible, but they're restricted by their own inexperience with marginalized communities.

How old are the characters? DJSS is in his mid-30s. Zuke is 27-28, same as Eve. Mayday is 21. No idea how old Neon J is, they didn't want to answer what year the game takes place in. Definitely older than DJ.

1010 character roles + fight design 1010 roles were based on common k-boy band tropes. White is the leader, Red is the bad boy, Blue is the cool guy, Yellow is the maknae, Green is the eccentric guy. 1010's fight was always intended to be a breather between Yinu and Eve.

Cast Tech morse code? "I WOULD LOVE TO SUCK REAL ICE CREAM, MAKE IT DURIAN FLAVOR PLEASE" sent by DJSS. (It's an inside joke…)