#Abused Or Abandoned Swamp Dragons

[klinefelterrible]

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[crossdressingdeath]

Once again bewildered by people looking at the scene where Sera breaks up with Lavellan and feeling sorry for Sera. Like... she is straight up trying to emotionally manipulate her girlfriend into abandoning her faith by threatening to break up with her over it (and it is about making Lavellan abandon her faith; Sera doesn't deem believing Mythal was real something worth breaking up over unless she's being romanced by the one Quiz who actually worships Mythal) rather than making any effort to accept that part of her????? Why on earth would you feel sorry for her?! I've seen people say that oh, Sera's clearly traumatized by the Dalish but like. footage not fucking found, the only story she tells about being treated differently because she's an elf is that story about how the (human) woman who took care of her lied about some random (human) baker not liking Sera for being an elf so that she didn't have to admit that the cookies she supposedly made for Sera she actually just bought, which I'm sure we can all agree has about fuck all to do with the Dalish. Other horrible arguments I've seen include saying that she's neurodivergent like that absolves her of all fault, and... yes, the fact that you either have to agree with everything Sera says or call her a moron who's impossible to understand is terrible and Quiz's interactions with her should not have been written that way, but that doesn't mean she's allowed to try to force her girlfriend who she supposedly loves to abandon her faith! Don't feel sorry for Sera because her girlfriend won't give up everything for her, feel sorry for Lavellan, who's in a shitty situation by default thanks to being surrounded by Chantry faithful and now has found herself in an emotionally abusive relationship. The fact that the writer wrote Sera like shit (stop giving that writer wlw relationships, Bioware) doesn't change the fact that Sera's behaviour throughout her romance is so far out of line that Solas telling you the vallaslin are slave markings and then dumping you in a swamp looks downright loving by comparison. I mean, really; doesn't Sera freak out at a romanced Quiz over a dream at one point? This is quite possibly the least healthy romance in any Dragon Age game! Stop acting like the abuser is the victim just because the writing makes you be mean to her if you don't want to agree that you're a terrible person!

[zutaralesbian]

☕️ how legend of korra handled the characterization of the Gaang (probably the biggest gripe I have w the show imo)

Oooh yeah I could rant about this forever lmao. The only member of the Gaang that I think wasn’t disrespected in some way during LoK was Zuko. He wasn’t portrayed as a bad parent, despite being old he was still portrayed as 'badass' and was given a cool pet dragon. And while his role wasn't huge he had some sort of plot relevance in his own right. My only BIG gripe with Zuko's LoK portrayal is the fact that he wasn’t allowed to interact with Katara or Toph, despite the fact that the three of them ended up as friends at the end of atla and they were all still alive.

The rest of them however....

Aang:

You will never be able to convince me that Aang, someone who was famously known in the original series to have friends from all four nations, would neglect two of his children simply because they weren't airbenders lmao. Like, that's the most ooc thing I've ever heard and is in direct contrast to what we know about Aang as a character. It gives me major Luke Skywalker in the sequel trilogy vibes aka BAD. I could have bought him having some sort of special relationship with Tenzin due to the fact that they were probably the last two airbenders in existence during the time Tenzin was growing up but not to the point where his other two children felt neglected (which they canonically did). Also just because Kya and Bumi aren't technically airbenders doesn't mean they aren't connected to the Air Nomads by blood. Why wouldn't Aang want to teach all three of his kids about his nearly extinct culture? It makes no sense.

Katara:

Katara, while alive in LoK, was nearly unrecognizable from the character we knew in atla. Gone was the passionate girl who always wanted to fight for a better world, replaced with a character whose only role was to be a sad, mourning widow. And that really was her only role. Unlike the other members of the Gaang she gets no statue and no sign of leaving any sort of legacy. She's just the Avatar's widow. Which is such an insult to the Katara in atla who challenged the patriarchy of the northern Water Tribe and won. Many more people have better talked about the mistreatment of Katara's character in LoK so I'll stop here.

Toph:

Toph was disappointing because out of the three Gaang members who were still alive in LoK (Toph, Zuko, and Katara) she was the one who seemed the most like...well, herself lol. At least on the outside. LoK! Toph was pretty much exactly how I would have imagined Toph as an old woman in terms of mannerisms and personality. The problem was her whole backstory. You're telling me that Toph, who grew up with emotionally abusive parents, would abandon her own daughter? And that Toph, whose whole story in atla was largely about her finding a found family in the gaang would want to fuck off and live in a swamp alone in her old age? Again, it just directly contradicts what we knew of her original character. I get that writers want to show their characters as flawed but....it has to be flaws that actually makes sense and doesn't totally ruin their characters.

Sokka:

Dead and barely even mentioned throughout the run of LoK. I love how they did the whole mourning widow thing with Katara but barely let her remember that her BROTHER was dead too.

Suki:

I wouldn't be surprised if Bryke didn't even remember she existed while making lok.

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Other than the individual problems, I think what makes me most sad about the portrayal of the Gaang in LoK is the lack of acknowledgement of how much they meant to each other. (Which is hilighted by the fact that Katara, Zuko, and Toph didn't have a single scene together). Like in ATLA, this was a group of traumatized kids who formed a found family dynamic and saved the world together. You can't tell me that they didn't all stay friends for the rest of their lives. And yet the only acknowledgement we get of that is that Katara/Aang were married and that Aang/Zuko were lifelong friends who built Republic City together. I get that LoK was meant to be the story of Korra but they still could have done better respecting the legacy of the original series and characters.

Thanks for the ask! :)

[holeyweasel]

༄ daniel padilla, cismale, he/him + the color orange, impressive explosions, fireworks in the night sky, trolley carts ignited into flames, graffiti on stop signs, and quivering palms concealed by a nifty hand-buzzer. – is that george weasley ? their ministry records say that they are twenty-five , a pureblood , and went to hogwarts . currently they are the owner of weasley’s wizard wheezes . whenever i see them saintlike by jakey starts playing in my head. i think this may be because they’re astute & whimsical , but they also happen to be deviant & reticent . (       BIOGRAPHY. | PINTEREST. | PLAYLIST.     )

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL & SUBSTANCE ABUSE / ALLUSIONS TO ALCOHOLISM.

basics .

name & origin : george felix weasley ; based on the Greek word georgos; meaning farmer. the word georgos is a combo of two Greek words, ge (γῆ), meaning earth, soil, and ergon (ἔργον), meaning work. && george doesn't apply much of a personal meaning to his name; perhaps molly was following the trend of her late, twin brothers, gideon & fabian, or maybe it'd just been a coincidence. george doesn't know; it's possible he never will, since molly doesn't talk about her brothers that have passed too often. nicknames : forge, fred, georgie, gred, twin #2, & weasel. preferred name : george is fine. age & birthdate : twenty-five ; april first. gender & pronouns : cis male ; he/him. orientation : straight ; heteroflexible ; questioning. ethnicity & nationality : filipino ; english. hometown : ottery st. catchpole, devon, england. current residence : the loft above number ninty-three diagon alley. occupation : owner & operator of weasley’s wizard wheezes. hogwarts house / school graduated from : gryffindor.

miscellaneous .

phobias : he can’t be alone, because when he is, that’s when he gets into more compromising situations. he excessively relies on others to fulfill his own emotional needs (eg. fred, specifically) his codependency to fred ran, and continues to run, so deep that even his level of confidence changes without his brother around. he needs fred around to feel okay with himself. he fears being rejected and abandoned as lone unit; rather than the one collective unit he was with fred. quirks : when disinterested in something, doesn’t put the effort in; rarely expresses his true emotions unless it’s through anger; jokes so much it’s hard to tell when he’s being serious; sometimes doesn’t realize when a joke has gone too far & unintentionally hurts people’s feelings. when his emotions are too much to handle, can act rashly, and do something stupid; he often winds up in trouble since he couldn’t careless what others think. also he’s not great at overly complicated math. fred was better at math, while george is better at reading/writing/words in general. basic addition and subtraction is fine, but once you get to double digits? oof. he uses his fingers to count. hobbies : comforting others & giving advice anonymously, creating his own spells & potion recipes, dueling, inventing things, quidditch beating, quick-wit, speed reading, stand-up comedy; there’s never a dull moment with him; he’s always able to entertain an audience and make people laugh. likes : adventures, biscuits, breaking things, causing chaos & confusion, conjuring up ideas & schemes, creating inventions, discovering new things, explosions, fireworks, flashing lights, freedom, friendly debates, hippos, irony, jokes, laughter, memes, mum’s home-cooked meals, parkour, philosophy, petty arson, punching things, puns, quidditch, quotes, rebellion, rioting, sweaters, & unlimited knowledge. dislikes : being alone, being controlled, boredom, commitment, conformists, copycats, cucumbers, disloyalty, early mornings, feelings that aren’t joy, grapefruits, hypocrites (ironically), instant tea, judgmental people, ordinary living, pocket watches, purists, restrictions, school, sellouts, silence, sitting still, spinach, the government, the rich, the status quo, & unnecessary rules. wand :  10 ¾ inches ; dogwood ; dragon heartstring core. patronus : previously, his was a magpie; along with fred’s. since fred’s death, he struggled to conjure one for many years, but eventually was able to - and it’s now a peacock.  boggart : him, completely and utterly alone. without fred or just without anyone in general? the world may never know. reverse amortentia : burning cedar, broom polish, firewhiskey, freshly baked biscuits, & roasted chestnuts.

history .

➵ the fifth son born to arthur & molly weasley right after his twin brother, fred, george was practically born a prankster & inventor. after graduation, he planned to become a successful entrepreneur. from birth, both him & fred were attached at the hip; getting into all sorts of shenanigans together. not much has really changed regarding that. growing up, they successfully set off a dungbomb during christmas dinner, turned ron’s teddy bear into a spider after he broke fred’s toy broomstick, gave ron an acid pop that burnt a hole in his tongue, and nearly tricked ron into taking an unbreakable vow. ➵ during his first year, him and fred swiped the marauder’s map from filch’s desk; this aided more in their mischief. ➵ george, while not being a hat stall, could definitely have been a fair candidate for slytherin with his ambitious & cunning nature — if only he wasn’t a red-headed, reckless weasley. ➵ this curious boi might have a teeny, tiny case of undiagnosed ADHD. he definitely exhibits all of the symptoms; he’s never gotten officially checked out, though.  ➵ second year, he joined the quidditch team as beater. at one point, ron informed harry that george received ”really good marks” for his first few years. ➵ the summer before his fourth year, he stole arthur’s ford anglia with fred and ron. this was in order to rescue harry from the dursley’s and bring him to the burrow. ➵ the summer after fourth year, george went on a trip with his family to visit bill in egypt. with fred, of course, he tried to push percy into a pyramid. ➵ fifth year, he & fred graciously gifted harry the marauder’s map since they’d already memorized it. ➵ sixth year, he attended the quidditch world cup with his family, harry, & hermione. he and fred gambled on the outcome & won a great deal of money from ludo bagman. however, they were never paid, and harassed bagman all year. fred wanted to inform the ministry; george was against it since that’s considered blackmail. after harry won the triwizard tournament, he gifted fred & george his winnings to make up for their lost bet. they put this money away with the intention to invest it into their future joke shop. this is also the year they began selling their inventions and he took his ordinary wizarding level exams; received 3 OWLs in, what’s assumed, charms, defense against the dark arts, & transfiguration. ➵ seventh year, he spent the summer before school at 12 grimmauld place. after being given harry’s winnings, george had no interest in returning to school, but did anyway. he spent most of the year selling his and fred’s products. he also joined dumbledore’s army; not being a huge fan of umbridge. ➵ later that year, umbridge kicked him, harry, and fred off the quidditch team after george & harry got into a fight with draco malfoy. once the DA was discovered, george decided with fred, that he didn’t care about getting in trouble, and they began an all-out rebellion. they shoved an inquisitorial squad member into a vanishing cabinet, set off an array of fireworks that they made themselves, & created a portable swamp in the corridor. after the vandalism & chaos, george flew away from hogwarts with his brother; encouraging others, and peeves, to follow their example. ➵ after fleeing the castle, george worked with fred to establish a weasley’s wizard wheezes storefront. the summer before the golden trio set off for their sixth year, they had their grand opening. they remained open in diagon alley even while growing tensions of the war ensued. draco malfoy even purchased peruvian instant darkness powder from their shop, which assisted him during the battle of the astronomy tower. in theory, the twins unknowingly helped the death eaters twice, but we don’t have to unpack all that right now. ➵ him & fred lived in a loft above their shop. ➵ sometime after turning of age, george joined the order and assisted them during the battle of the seven potters. he was paired with remus lupin, and sometime during this mission, snape hit him with sectumsepra. he lost his ear and it was unable to be healed due to being cut off with dark magic. ➵ the burrow operated as a new headquarters for the order until they were ambushed by death eaters and they had to flee. ➵ george & fred were frequent guests on lee jordan’s radio show: potterwatch. ➵ george was hit with snape’s sectumsepmra curse and ended up losing his left ear. since it was dark magic, his injury wasn’t able to be repaired. he has permanent hearing loss and a scar where his ear used to be. he’s picked up BSL (british sign language) since the incident.  ➵ he split up from the rest of his family after the death eater ambush, but remained with fred. him & fred were apart of lee jordan’s radio broadcast, potterwatch, so it’s assumed they were with lee in some way. ➵ there was an incident where george, alone, was taken in front of the wizengamot while fred had stepped out for the afternoon. he was brought on charges of aiding and abetting the mass breakout of muggleborn criminals. supposedly, they had items sold at weasley’s wizard wheezes that’d aided in their ultimate escape. ➵ questioned & tortured at the hand of umbridge, they almost sent him off to azkaban… but the department of magical law enforcement requested time to gather more evidence to build a stronger case of george’s involvement. his blood status wasn’t in question, and therefore, he was free to go. ➵ during the battle of hogwarts, george lost his twin brother, fred, in an explosion orchestrated by augustus rookwood. the years that followed were absolutely the hardest thing he’d ever gone through.  ➵ upon fred’s demise, george might have taken up a biiit of a drinking problem. while it hasn’t entirely taken over his life, some would definitely consider him a “functioning alcoholic.”  ➵ depending on a potential charlie mun, after fred’s funeral, george followed charlie to romania in order to “travel” and “find himself” without fred able to stand by his side anymore.  he eventually stole a dragon from charlie and took it across the world. goooo georgie! he returned about a year after fred’s funeral initially took place. ➵ for quite some time, george struggled to conjure a patronus. with all of his “happy memories” linked to fred, the charm became quite difficult for him to perform. of course, george is a determined individual; he continued to try anyways.  ➵ eventually, two years after fred’s passing, george was able to cast a patronus. although, instead of a cheery magpie revealing itself, a peacock took its place. this was significant because, slowly but surely, george was beginning to detach his identity from fred. ➵ george continued to build the business he’d started with his late brother. these days, he fills his time with work; occupying his mind with weasley’s wizard wheezes instead of the void fred’s passing left within him.

[forestfanders]

Birds of a feather - pt 3 Emoticons

A long list of injuries on the page, and a longer list of potential responses to their trauma. Working out how to treat the pair of tiny humanoid avians was going to be a challenge, but it is one Logan and Patton are determined to meet. Pt 2: Roman tests the boundaries of this new place. whump, hurt/comfort and dehumanisation <3 wingfic tw: animal abuse, mention of burns and neglect AO3 link

chapter 1/ chapter 2/ 

The bird man had given Patton the most adorable little wave, and the therapist had felt his heart break a little more.

The pair had been a mess. Their tiny bodies were swamped with bandages, but most harrowing was the wariness in their postures. Princey’s eyes had been clouded with fear, but held a longing to interact, to answer Patton’s questions. Patton just knew there was an outgoing free spirit under there, just waiting to be given permission to shine beneath the fear he had been subjected to. And Anxiety had lived up to his name. The poor kiddo had been practically catatonic in a dissociative fugue, but Patton knew that with a good environment and plenty of reassurance, he too could find peace.

When he looked at them, Patton knew he wanted to protect them.

And he had a plan.

Step one was to get them feeling a bit more secure. Remy had mentioned the pair weren’t eating, weren’t speaking, weren’t doing much of anything in their frightening new surroundings filled with uncertainty. And so Patton had talked gently to the other sick animals in the room, reassuring them, and carefully laying the groundwork for a conversation with the avians. And it seemed to have worked: while not exactly comfortable, they were able to pay attention to what he was saying.  

Step two was to get them actually eating and looking after themselves. After what had seemed a gargantuan feat of bravery, Princey had managed to eat some chicken. Logan had stealthily wandered past a couple of hours later and had sighted Anxiety tackling a large piece of spinach, so there was hope that he too was now eating.

The next steps were to find a temporary home for them, work out some habitat enrichment to keep them entertained, and finally, to introduce enough human interaction to help them on their way to long-term psychological recovery and a forever home.

Patton had been picking at ‘creating a welcoming home for your avian’ and ‘cute toys for bird bois’ articles since he had got home. He put another round of notes in the haphazard googledoc he was compiling. He wanted to do the very best he could for them, but it was starting to get overwhelming.

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It was only 7:58, but Logan couldn’t wait the extra 2 minutes to text Patton tonight. His brain would not switch off from the events of the day, could not be swayed from the conundrum that was the animal rescue’s latest arrivals. He may be breaking his standard evening routine texting early, but tonight it was necessary.

Logie Bearry Jam: Good evening Patton, how was your dinner?

He sent the text, and picked up the blanket he was crocheting, trying to lose himself in the movement of the hook and the weaving of the wool until Patton replied back.

Pattoncakes: tofu and carrot stir fry with rice 🥕🍚😍🥰😇🍽️✨👻😽

Logan smiled internally at Patton's enthusiastic use of emojis. While in others the behaviour may have been grating, with Patton, it was just another outlet of the man’s effervescence.

Logie Bearry Jam: that sounds delicious. I had pasta with tomato sauce. I liked it.

These texts were a ritual, the same kind of message Logan sent every night. Peace washed into his veins.

Patton shot off a gif of the spaghetti scene from Lady and the tramp.

Pattoncakes: Spagooto🍝👨🍳sounds good! What are you up to tonight?

Logie Bearry Jam:: I am crocheting a blanket. How about you?

Pattoncakes: 🐥🐥💞🤕I have been reading a lil bit about our newest arrivals <3.

And there was the perfect opportunity to sway the conversation in the direction of his current worries. It was understandable that Patton would also be worrying about the same subject, and yet he suspected Patton knew he was worrying about the avians as well. Logan knew many people saw him as unfeeling. But Patton understood. He was good like that.

Logie Bearry Jam: I too have been thinking of the avains. Have you read anything interesting?

Patton sent a link to a google doc filled with links and notes.

Logan threw himself in.

For such delicate pets as humanoid avians, the information on how to look after them was muddied and mixed up, torn between the reality of what they were and what owners wished them to be. Dolls, children, highly-trainable, simple animals, held to the behavioural standards of adults, there was a mishmash of conflicting ideas.

Patton’s notes were in the early draft stage, filled with questions and ideas. He was not as focused on medical concerns Logan, instead choosing to consider a wide range of issues. He outlined every issue well, and had the therapeutic knowledge to challenge false behavioural information.

The document was beautiful.

Logan and Patton’s work rarely intertwined, and so it was rare that Logan got to see this side of the therapy worker. The side that was intelligent in his kindness, the thought process behind his ability to make people feel safe. Logan marveled anew at the incredible man his co-worker was, how capable, how eloquent...

What a joy to be a friend to a man like that.

Logan abandoned his crochet hook in preference of giving his laptop his full attention. They sent back and forth all manners of articles from owners tips to scientific studies. Taking in data, and weaving it into a usable care plan, evaluating all with a vets knowledge and a therapist’s experience.

They danced between information together, shifting through articles. It was so much more fun with Patton (metaphorically) by his side.

Logie Bearry Jam: Perhaps their enclosure can be moved to the vet’s office so that they can get used to humans coming and going, and so we can keep a close eye on them.

Pattoncakes: the vets office is pretty busy! Maybe once they settle a bit more. But right now i think that would be a bit scary

Pattoncakes: maybe the small animal room?

Logie Bearry Jam: It is the correct conditions in there for them.

Pattoncakes: aww and they can watch the bunnies playing!

Pattoncakes: I always find them fun to watch when i am sad

Logie Bearry Jam: Watching the rabbits would also be restful enrichment.

A gif of a happy rabbit running wildly around a room appeared on his screen, before swiftly being superseded by a barrage of twitching noses, floppy ears and bouncing bunnies.

Pattoncakes:  i also like taking my laptop in sometimes for paperwork, so i can pop in for a lil lovin socialisation too

He smiled at the mental image of Patton camped out on the floor of the rabbit room, trying to focus on work while Ted Bunndey ate his notebooks. Logan sincerely doubted much work would be completed. But Patton did indeed make for the very finest socialisation.

Pattoncakes: aaaw there are so many cute toys on the market for Avian humanoids!

Pattoncakes: so expensive though

Pattoncakes: look at this!

He sent a photograph of some over-the-top prince outfit aimed at owners with more money than sense.

Pattoncakes: Princey would look so cute in this!

Pattoncakes: I don’t suppose it is the kind of thing the avians would actually enjoy though *a sticker with a confused looking pink bear*

Logie Bearry Jam: It is doubtful, though some do enjoy it the way many children enjoy imitating their parents. I believe it to be unsanitary at this stage in their recovery, but if they do express a wish to wear garments it is not unhealthy to do so.

Pattoncakes: you could crochet them matching jumpers!  ;P

Logan and Patton wove a plan together. A shining roadmap, flexible but comprehensive. Something that accounted for their physical recovery and mental capabilities. Rules on how to treat them to build trust, further the concept that they were safe. Ways to let them confirm that they would not be touched without permission, that play did not warrant punishment, that there would always be food.

Their web of plans completed, Logan picked up his crochet hook and resumed working on his blanket, the weight gone from his chest. Their conversation pooled into its regular comfortable flow, chatting back and forth about their respective days at work and discussion of mundane things. It was with regret Logan initiated his goodnight messages and deployed his customary goodnight sticker of a sleepy light blue bear with glasses that reminded him a bit of Patton. Patton sent his customary bombardment of illogical stickers and gif which tonight included a pair of canaries hopping around a bowl of water, a dragon with hearts for eyes, and a psychedelic goat.

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In the recovery room of the Animal shelter’s vet clinic, Virgil sat holding a peanut.

The room was almost dark now, the only light the soft glow of a nightlight in the corner that had been left on for them..

He had eaten 6 peanuts, several spinach leaves, and 4 ½ cubes of glorious chicken.

Roman was asleep behind him, his own hunger sated. Opposite them, a pair of rabbits munched hay. The mewling cat had been returned to her owners. It was quiet in the vets now.

Cautiously, he touched his stomach over the bandages. It gurgled happily beneath his fingers.

Virgil smiled.

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Aaaand the emojis have not worked for the second half of the fic. Oh well, imagine Patton as the emoji fiend he is.

masterlist    next chapter

But Virgil eats a peanut! Yay XD This chapter is a lil shippy for you <3 Patton's texting is inspired by my girlfriend who is just the cutest emoji-wielding dork to walk the world. And while the fic will not focus much on romance, the carers deserve some soft times.

[emletish-fish]

I follow your blog, and in particular your meta posts about Atla, and i was curious on what you thought of LoK in general ? I was horribly disappointed by the show myself, but that in part because of wrong expectations i had about it before it aired. So i'd like your opinion, if you want to give it, thank you.

LOK was such a hot mess of awful writing, canon mangling and gorgeous animation. But I didn't watch Atla for the animation, I watched it for the story. I can re-watch an atla episode now and still heartily enjoy it and notice new things I didn't pick up on. I can't ever imagine wanting to re-watch LOK. The story did nothing for me.

Warning: this answer contains frequent use of my favourite yikes gif.

I didn't care for the new krew (and bryke gave us little reason to. These characters barely cared about each other). There was no emotional energy in the plot. I found most of the drama trite and contrived - especially the love drama. Shuddders. What even was Bolin and Eska? I think they were trying to make an abusive relationship funny??? Because the abused party was male???

None of the season arcs held any weight or add much of value to the world building. The side characters felt flat. Some plot points every directly contradicted what was established in ATLA . The solutions were lazy, or deux ex machinas or just plain weird. The HC??? Spirit invasion is good??? That means Koh the face-stealer is topside???

But the worst thing for me is what LOK did to the gaang (not just Katara, but obviously I have too much salt about what happened to Katara in LOK to contain in this post. Leave the fighting to the younguns and the men?? Atla katara would never!). Why did they have to write Toph as a terrible mother and swamp lady? Why did they write Aang as such a neglectful dad that his children are still bitter at him in their fifties??? I wasn't a fan of the Kataang ending, but jeez, I didn't think bryke would write him as a terrible husband too. (we are meant to believe that Katara of the abandonment issues would be okay with Aang abandoning her and two out of their three children constantly?)

I'm glad we never found out wtf happened to Sokka because I wouldn't put it past bryke to have written him as abusive/neglectful parent somehow.

LoK has many failings. Primarily it also showed bryke's failings as writers. They do great concepts and animation, but they clearly need more writers around them. They often used the 'the seasons are too short for a good story" excuse. Well, let's compare dragon prince to the first season on LOK shall we?

Anyway, I have little faith in Bryke as writers and no excitement about their future atla projects (comics and live action). I would prefer atla season 4: book air with ehasz as head writer than three entire seasons of bryke-led live action.

No thank you.

I won't be tuning in. My love of Atla made me sit through hours of bryke content in LOK, vainly hoping it would get better. I won't make the same mistake again.

If I want more atla in my life, I'll re-watch the original series.

[shazyloren]

The Room: Chapter 13 - Hearing the Hurt

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12710496/chapters/29735022

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Daenerys had not stopped thinking about Jon's soft lips on hers all week, it was agonising. How can such a small human interaction feel so different from the hurt she'd always felt from touch with other people? It was though, vastly different from the discomfort and agony Viserys laid upon her sometimes daily. It still left her uncomfortable, it added another layer to her troubles she did not need, but there was something so pure and raw about it that differed from anything else she experienced.

She would never tell a single soul about it though, and from seeing Jon storm out of the Library the day before after their awkward encounter, he knew he'd not said anything to his siblings. They were all looking around confused. But still, she should ask Missandei her opinion. He said he did it to stop her talking, that it didn't mean anything, that it was nothing but a means of distracting her.

Daenerys would've been okay with this had it not stirred something so wild inside her that she wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on her again. But it wasn't okay, because it was Jon Snow. She hated him, she thought he was rude and arrogant at times. They both had such differing views of the world and they were never going to get on. Why could it not have been someone like Gendry in Hufflepuff? He was nice, and handsome. Why did it have to be Jon?

It didn't really change anything between them; she knew that they'd go back to arguing within the next couple of days, they were Jon and Daenerys. They would be letting the school down if there wasn't a display of harsh words on show for the students to relish. But still, it was going to changed. They'd kissed. It didn't matter if that kiss meant nothing to either of them, it had happened. And Daenerys had found that even her dreams had changed from the violent ones she'd always known for the last four years to the confusing feel of his lips on hers once again.

Daenerys wished she could organise her thoughts in her head, it was too much sometimes and she was becoming swamped. The tournament had been the last thing on her mind. She had been practicing her weak areas in defence in an attempt to get better for it, if she was even picked to represent Hogwarts. She needed to practice anyway, she wanted her grade to improve. Viserys had gone onto the back burner almost, while Headmaster Lannister had written up the reports of her injuries and got statements from both her and Madam Bones, he was waiting to hear from his Father, the minister, after he asked for a meeting. There wasn't anything more she could do there.

And all the head responsibilities she was having to deal with, that alone with her studies was enough to make anyone lose their minds. But here she was, still standing. She did not know where her strength came from. But even though she felt weak and helpless against Viserys, she was clearly a strong person to have survived what she had.

"Endure and survive, we always have" She muttered as she walked up to the Headmasters office. He'd requested to see her immediately and assumed that it was to do with the trial. She was hoping the Minister was there too, she'd have to have her memories checked, that could take months for all of the memories she had on his abuse checked. She remembered almost all of the occasions too, and to check a memory is not tampered it can take up to two or three days on each one.

She reached the top floor and saw the gargoyle statue guarding the stairs, she whispered 'cauldron cake' and stood on it as it took her up to the office. She had to hold on for it was a fast moving staircase and made her a little motion sick. She got off at the top and was greeted by the familiar large wooden bolted door which guarded the office. She knocked and it opened almost instantly.

She peered in and saw Professor Lannister sat behind his large desk, many of the portraits of the old headmasters behind the desk were asleep. He motioned for her to come in and when she did, she noticed the Deputy Headmaster and Madam Bones sat with a ministry official. They all looked very serious. Daenerys mind began to race; she prayed that there wasn't going to any news saying that they couldn't go through with the trial... The evidence was clear. All they needed was Veritaserum.

She walked towards the desk and waited for Professor Lannister to motion for her to take the spare seat. Her bag slumped on the floor as she did on the chair. Her wand fell out of it so she picked it up and pushed it back into the spare pocket on the front. She placed the folders on the desk in front of her, not wanting to hold them while she sat. Everyone was staring at each other, some secret loop Daenerys was about to be let in on. She didn't like the uneasy feeling that crept over her body.

"Miss. Targaryen" Professor Lannister started. "It's my duty as your guardian while you are at this school to protect you at all costs"

"What's happened?" Daenerys demanded. She noticed the ministry official nod at Professor Lannister which caused her to be very nervous. "Professor Lannister is this to do with my brother? Has he tried to reach me here at school?"

"No, it's not your brother" Professor Lannister stiffened at the mere mention of him. Daenerys knew it made him uncomfortable to discuss these matters, but they needed discussing. For another day perhaps however, something else was the problem. "I'm afraid your mother has passed away"

Daenerys didn't think she'd heard him correctly at first, the concern wasn't apparent on his face straight off. But then she saw it, and as she looked at the others, they too looked concerned. So the reality of what he said sunk in, and she realised it was true. Her mother had died.

Anger, that was the first emotion she felt.

She felt rage boil through her entire body. It was done, she'd lost. Another part of her had completely been crushed. Her mother had left her like her father. Left her with her vile brother, an estranged brother, an orphan now. Her eyes began to sweat as she felt the Targaryen blood burn through her skin, burn through her nerves. How dare she leave me. How dare she get to leave the name, the reputation, while I have to pick up the pieces. The anger in her threatened to take over as she balled her fists up by her side. Her entire forehead glistening with sweat, and red and puffy eyes as salty tears trailed her cheeks.

She then felt Sorrow.

She remembered her mother teaching her how to ride a broom, she'd always been better at it than their father. 'It's all about the kick off, you need to control the broom and not let it control you' she would always say after another scraped knee or cut elbow. She would tend her wounds, hold her tightly, and promise to always be there for her fiery dragon. She couldn't be there for her anymore, not that she was there much these past few months. She'd grown inward, she'd let her loneliness consume her. Daenerys had felt sorrow for her mother before, but now, she longed to see her.

She felt guilt.

She should've been there for her,  she should've been able to prevent this. She should have taken her mother in her arms and confided in her everything she's been through and built that trust back that they'd lost in recent months since she'd shut down. The guilt consumed her every fibre and the knowing that something could have been done left her with nothing but anger once again.

She then felt pain.

It dug into her heart like a searing hot blade, twisting as it taunted her loss. She felt it as it burned away at what happiness was left inside her body. It made her feel helpless as this pain ate her alive and devoured her whole. It teased her as all she had left was the pain her brother inflicted, and the numbing sensation left behind from her mother as a reminder that she was truly alone. The pain was only a small part of the overall feeling, she felt the tears coming, she felt the words getting stuck in her throat as she looked at Professor Lannister for some guidance.

She needed help, she needed to stop drowning in misery after misery after misery. It was heartbreaking to feel this way, but she struggled to feel anything else now. Another loss, another hill to climb in her road to peace. "Miss. Targaryen, it is my utmost regret that this has happened, but as my student, you need to understand the gravity of this situation"

"My mother..." She stared at the floor, finding the anger and sorrow and pain teetering on the edge, threatening to spill out if she wasn't careful. She was at ninety-nine percent and one wrong move, she was going to blow. She had questions too. How did she die? Was it peacefully? Was she by herself?

"Until we can get the meeting with the minister, something Horace here is working on for me, you are to stay in this school under all circumstances" Professor Lannister's authority rang true around the room. "However, there is a complication with this - one I would like to avoid, as your safety is put at risk from this"

"Was it peaceful? Quick?" Daenerys croaked, her entire face sticky with sweat and salt. Professor Lannister once again glanced at the ministry official. "Did she die from a broken heart? Father always did treat her horribly"

"She didn't die from a broken heart" The ministry official spoke, trying to be sensitive. Madam Bones looked upset - Daenerys was unsure as to why she was here. Perhaps emotional support? Not that anyone could offer that to Daenerys - this was another thing she had to deal with by herself. "This is not confirmed, but we have reason enough to believe she took her own life"

Daenerys felt the anger inside her once again.

This time however it was not at herself for not being able to prevent this from happening, but at her father for causing it. She knew it was he that had done it, his abandonment of the family had led to this, to her mother now laying dead in some Ministry testing facility place while they try to determine exactly what had killed her. Had she poisoned herself? Hex herself? Daenerys didn't want to think about it, but she had let this happen.

Father, look what our family name has come to, it's all your fault. While you swanned off with some girl my age you left our own wife heartbroken and defenceless, she loved you more than anything and now she'd taken her own life because she cannot bare to be in the same world as you.

Daenerys was teetering on the edge now, the anger, pain, guilt and sorrow was all combining into one heavy weight on her chest, constricting her breathing and drying her throat out. She began crying then, the tears wouldn't hold back anymore. The noises that came from her throat rattled as she bent her head onto her pile of folders and rested it there, the parchments and books getting soaked from her salty tears.

Madam Bones came and held her then, she needed someone to cry on and so she did. It was a little while before she managed to get herself back under control. She was thinking too many thing, feeling so much. It was hard to think clearly after hearing this news.

"It will be arranged for her to have a funeral; it will only be a quiet affair" Professor Lannister tried to talk to me. "However, if you wish to go, you will be given a ministry escort. Until I can get an audience with the Minister and the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, I will not allow you to go back to that house or to this funeral by yourself" Daenerys couldn't take it all in. "My Deputy here has arranged for some off the books protection for the funeral

"My brother wouldn't try anything at her funeral - not with neighbours and friends watching" Daenerys spoke. Her lip was wobbling as she spoke.

"Daenerys I can't take the risk of you not having protection" Professor Lannister urged. "I will not let you near that wretched man without someone there guarding you. I am your Headmaster and therefore your guardian, what I say goes, and I will not hear anything else about it"

Daenerys just nodded meekly and wiped her face. The next twenty minutes they went through all the procedures that was going to happen next and whether Daenerys knew where her mother's will was. She also learnt that Viserys had demanded that she returned home from Hogwarts now he was the 'man of the house'. Professor Lannister flat out refused stating that his head girl was not going anywhere she's not comfortable to do so.

When they had finished speaking to her, Madam Bones helped collect her things and escorted her all the way down the stairs, past the gargoyle and the grand staircase to the dungeons. She took her to the Slytherin common room where she gave her some more sleeping draught and some spells to ward of nightmares. She also gave her some food to eat when she felt like it, as she would probably end up missing dinner and lunch.

She left her to herself, several Slytherins wondering what was going on but Daenerys ignored them all and went up to bed. She got changed, took her potions and performed the spells to help with nightmares, hoping they'd worked. She put the food in her chest, hidden, so no one could eat it. As she climbed into her bed she stared at the canopy, it becoming more and more blurry as the tears started up once again.

Daenerys had hit rock bottom, and she had no way of climbing back up.

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(Part II) Another List of 101 Jungkook/Jimin Recommendations

Guess who still doesn’t have a life? I’ve managed to read another 101 stories in the short while it’s been since my first 101 recommendations, so I decided to make a part two!!  Once again, if you notice any errors or have any recommendations, feel free to message me! I’ve tried to include authors’ summaries as they’re posted, and please read the tags on the works accordingly :)

In no particular order:

milk and honey by fatal (cumrich) (Rating: E) jeongguk's got his hands full with his very pregnant, very insatiable husband. not that he minds.

What the Fans Want by Shealezz (Rating: E) Jungkook never imagined he would end up in a fake love with a tease like Park Jimin when all he wanted to do was dance. Unfortunately, this thing called “fanfiction” exists.

Not a Girl by PinkBTS (Rating: M) Jeongguk isn't sure what he did in his previous life to deserve this but he probably screwed up big time...he's kinda grateful though. A story about Santa, assumptions and thick-rimmed glasses.

Lovin' It by AbsoluteHominy (Rating: T) The first thing Jimin noticed was a head of messy black hair that most definitely didn't belong to Taehyung. He was about to apologize when he looked at the boy's face, instantly recognizing those sharp eyes and soft lips. His heart clenched tightly in his chest as he stood face to face with that strange guy from the McDonald's, who was staring back at him with a rather irritated expression.

all that you are by parkbom (Rating: T) park jimin doesn't remember when or where or how, but somewhere along the line he fell in love with jeon jeongguk. which, considering all of the other problems in his life right now, is really the last thing he needs to be reminded of. but running into jeongguk unexpectedly over christmas break means that it's unavoidable.

You made me (so tame me) by thefabulouserenFandoms (Rating: M) Jimin was that one cute college junior in big sweaters and glasses who never really called attention to himself and spent his time studying. However, he had a dark past on his shoulders he rather never go back to, a past that he doesn't realize will always follow him. What he doesn't understand is how he suddenly became the target of the infamous bad boy, college sophomore, Jeon Jungkook who does nothing but continuously harass him after a heated night. And why does he suddenly look so familiar?

use me, abuse me by cocksluts (Rating: E) jeongguk's just glad jimin lives for the pain

Swamp Magic by GinForInk (Rating: E) Two witches lure Jungkook into their cabin in the woods

The Wreath-er Outside Is Frightful byClosingStatement (Rating: T) Jimin’s a cashier that works at a store in the city, Jungkook’s a customer with a penchant for buying too many wreaths, and they’re both people in need of their own little Christmas miracle.

The Room of Unrequited Love by dyegu (Rating: T) When the new Hufflepuff prefect, Park Jimin, takes an undue interest in Slytherin fourth-year Jeon Jungkook, the younger boy starts wondering if any magic can compare to the uncomfortable bubbly feeling in his heart.

Jingle Bells and Ugly Sweaters by jikookie (Rating: E) Prompt: "Jungkook likes his coworker Jimin but doesn't do anything about it, but Jimin comes to the company holiday dressed up as a reindeer with little antlers and a collar with BELLS on it and the bells drive Jungkook nuts.

Home Is Wherever I'm With You by jungkoojk (Rating: M) “I always thought of Korea as home, but now I'm with you, it's like home is right here.”The course of true love never did run smooth, and when Jungkook moves to New York City on the first day of the year and falls hopelessly in love with the boy next door, he finds that phrase to be very much true.

acrobats, artists, and animals by flitter (Rating: M) A lifetime of dedication and borderline madness, and Jimin snags his second consecutive role as principal ballet dancer. He should be thrilled, insanely satisfied. If only. (also: Ballet au with rival dancers Jungkook and Jimin who rise and fall together)

You're Exactly What I Wanted by Rose_gold715 (Rating: T) Jimin moves to the city and struggles to adapt to his new life, and realises that even though he loves him, there's still a lot he doesn't know about Jungkook.

Constraint by Harlot (Rating: E) Jungkook is young and he is more acquainted with confusion and poor-decision-making than he’d like to admit. Despite being only 19 years old, he sometimes argues that he’s been through and seen some shit. He is never sure where he’s going to end up and he’s not entirely sure what kind of future is waiting for him. He is often not sure of a lot but he is certain—absolutely certain—that he’s not gay.

Alternatively, a story in which Jungkook meets Park Jimin and doesn't like him whatsoever. There's just something about him... there's just so much about him. Jungkook really can't stand him. In fact, he can't stand him so much he can't quite seem to get him off of his mind.

i wanna feel you in my bones by Bangtanbananas (Rating: E) Vampire Park Jimin should have known that werewolf pup Jeon Jungkook was going to be a pain in his ass. Literally.

You Broke My Heart (but I broke it myself) by Rose_gold715 (Rating: M) Jimin's fiancé has abandoned him on his wedding day, and Jeon Jungkook, Jimin's first love and worst heartbreak, is back.

Sinful by Ravenlove (Rating: E) Jimin's aunt is accused of being a witch. He'd been told to stay away from the burning, but he'd went anyway out of pure desperation to save his aunt. Now, he was being accused of having relations with the Devil. Now, he was the one who needed saving. A raving lunatic was out for his blood, and those jealous of his beauty condoned it, but most would've spoken up if their own lives wouldn't be forfeit.

Captain Jeon Jungkook was well-known, for his semi-cold nature, and obvious good looks. He was never swayed easily, and everyone knew that, but then a small-silver-haired-minx of a male, had quite literally fallen into his lap...

Starry night by freckledknuckles (Rating: Not Rated) Jungkook might be in love with the boy he's been "hanging out" with.

Going Down by Shealezz (Rating: E) “Um, could you repeat that?” “I-I asked if you were an elevator.” “Sorry, but I’m no—” “Because I would totally go down on you.”

Primal by Rose_gold715 (Rating: E) Jimin goes into heat and Jungkook sees Jimin's unguarded, unrestrained Omega side for the first time. Can You Give Me My Breath Back byDeadpanSnarker (Rating: M) Six months till the tournament that would decide Jungkook's future. Six months where he and his team were in dire need to monopolize the ice-rink that had taken a liking to Uni’s new sweetheart. Where Jimin made a bet with Jungkook, which, if Jungkook lost, he would have to be taught how to ‘truly’ skate. Or as how Jimin had phrased it, ‘By the time I'm done with you, you’ll have fallen in love with figure-skating’. Surely things didn’t work out in Jungkook's favour. In their fickle game, Jungkook is in for sex and Jimin is in for love. By the end of the six months, perhaps he would like figure-skating, but he would have adamantly fallen in love with the figure-skater.

Fate Leads to Love by jikoooktrash (Rating: T) Jungkook was a decently famous youtuber with an impressive 4,123,098 subscribers. He knew what having a fanbase was like, and he knew that shipping was something they enjoyed greatly. What he didn't expect was to be shipped with Jimin, a youtuber he'd never seen before. He also didn't expect to fall in love with him. Leave Your Mark by snarcsics (Rating: E) The first time Jimin meets a gaunt, small beta boy named Jungkook in the examination room of Namjoon’s lab, he can’t seem to take his eyes off him. The second time he sees Jungkook it’s because he refuses to eat without him. The third time they meet, Jungkook is more teeth and claws than Jimin can handle.

a touch of sin by pettey (Rating: E) After his transfer to a quiet seaside town, Jeongguk was prepared to face a year of uneventful CID work, but found himself dealing with a series of strange murders instead.

I Only Wanna Give You Love by mnsg (Rating: T) ULTIMATE BABY SURPRISE: NEW DADDY REACTS Or: if not by filming a Youtube tag video, how else do you tell your husband you're gonna have a baby?

Retrograde by Shealezz (Rating: M) Jimin wants a bad boy that will be good just for him. Jungkook wants a good boy that will be bad just for him. And Jimin absolutely, undeniably, doubtlessly hates Jungkook just as much as he loves him.

Four Words After Sex by jonghyunslisterine (Rating: T) "Hey, wanna get pancakes?"

One white candle by Hexz (Rating: E) Anyone who knew him could tell he'd only been trying to get Jeongguk riled up. Also; Jeongguk is a frustrating man to love.

Start of Time by Fleurete (Rating: M) HP!AU. Perfect student Jeon Jungkook isn’t fond of new kid Park Jimin. He doesn’t care if its irrational, he just can’t stand him or his pretty face. But as Jimin starts to worm his way into his life, everything Jungkook thought he knew about Jimin falls apart around him, and soon he is forced to discern for himself the truth of the mystery surrounding Park Jimin.

dragon in a flower garden by namakemono (Rating: M) Jungkook and his small team of fellow students film a documentary over the span of a semester, researching a local gang and following the life of one of its former members. They had all agreed to remain impartial, but soon he realizes just how difficult that turns out to be.

keep that ass rewindin' by cocksluts (Rating: E) In the frenzy of their mating, Jungkook realises he never gave Jimin's ass the proper rimming he's been wanting to give it for a long time.

Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang by jeonify (Rating: M) "Welcome, first time at Abraxas?" (aka that 1920s au where jeongguk brings his brother yoongi to watch lauded bar singer kim taehyung, and ends up falling head over heels with hidden gem park jimin.)

until then, sink slowly by flitter (Rating: M) Recovering from post-breakup restlessness leads to rash decisions, like buying a plane ticket to a remote island 5.4k miles away. Like spending ten days with an unsuspecting tour guide. Like maybe falling in love – this time, the right way. (also: the trip to Santorini and a dash of soulmates au that no one asked for)

home alone by ninagum (Rating: M) 'Q: What is Jeongguk doing nowadays? A: Playing Overwatch!' They say video games can be addictive, and Jeon Jeongguk is the case that only confirms it. As he ignores his pseudo-boyfriend, Park Jimin, he levels up unexpectedly in just one night. He would've been No. 1 in the country, certainly, if Jimin hadn't suddenly decided to strike back. PWP!!

Sweet Smoke by insideimasadrainbow (Rating: T) Based off this prompt: "i’m a firefighter and you started a fire in your kitchen but you’re still flirting with me even though you’re not wearing pants and im carrying you down a ladder as you compliment me on my muscles ”

One Page Pornography by signifying_nothing (Rating: E) a collection of short stories from prompts on tumblr! newest chapter: sugakookie: genderfluidity, pegging, mild humiliation

Take Care of You by prettyyoongi (Rating: Not Rated) When one of his classmates recommends working as a cocktail waiter at the strip club, Jimin thinks it's the solution to his financial problems. All he wanted was quick and easy money, he didn't expect to fall for the barback with a nice smile and even nicer biceps.

the jimin effect by euphoriae (Rating: E) "Baby, I love how strong you are," Jimin praises and Jungkook flushes, feeling way too excited already, considering they haven't done much. But that's the Jimin-Effect.

Be My First, Be My Last by PinkBTS (Rating: T) "Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open" -John Barrymore Things never seem to work out the way Jimin wants, until they do.

Stigma by iamverynofun, insideimasadrainbow, JeongDal, miniyoongi, Only_Baby_Scars, Redghoul, riordmag, superwholocked666, TiTAEnium, Vi (Huilen), zaphyre (Rating: M) The things that happened to Park Jimin as a child were never his fault, and he had always tried to remind himself of that. Even without a father, a mother, he somehow had always managed to be at peace. Jeon Jungkook has always had a family, a text book magazine life. But behind closed doors, his world is dark, pressured and he has no way out. No amount of magic can stop certain things from happening. Not for Jimin. Not for Jungkook. Not for anyone.

sweeter than sweet by manggae (Rating: M) Jimin makes chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, but Jungkook thinks Jimin is much sweeter.

My Youth is Yours by softboys (Rokeby) (Rating: E) It's too early to be awake, but not too early to get off.

You're The Only Voice My Heart Can Recognize by DeadpanSnarker (Rating: G) Jungkook believes in the old-fashioned image of love, not wanting to dive in unless he’s 100% sure. Jimin falls in love too often, too easily; and gets screwed-over just as often. Both are hopeless romantics; both are tired of not finding The One™. And so they entangle themselves in something that neither could keep up with –of masquerades and pseudo personalities, of masks slipping away a second too late. Jimin and Jungkook let love be born between them even though Butterfly Flutter hates Doctor Love for breathing. But love never had a reason anyways. Jungkook was reluctant about being a radio host; little did he know that Doctor Love would be the only voice Jimin listens to. Still, a single sentence, at the command of a voice, was all it took for love to blossom in Jimin's heart.

plank on me by subjimin (Rating: Not Rated) Park Jimin is a radio-host scheduled to interview the young idol, Jeon Jungkook. So he doesn’t understand why he’s currently on the ground, with Jeon Jungkook staring down at him, while in the god awful plank position over his body.

don't talk, don't walk, just the two of us by sweetmxchi (Rating: M) Your secret's safe And no one has to know I'm your getaway And a little bit more than you can take I can make everything feel so damn good or Jimin and Jungkook are polar opposits to the public eye. In the secrecy of a room, though, maybe they can meet somewhere in the middle. *from The Cab's song "Can You Keep A Secret?"

Of Lace Panties and Accidental Magic byjonghyunslisterine (Rating: T) In which a meddlesome teenage witch makes a considerable mistake mixing her potions. (Or; Jungkook can't lie, Jimin's not looking like himself, and everyone knows Jungkook's in love with Jimin - except Jimin.)

Let Me by myshiteu (Rating: E) Jungkook is stuck in bed and just wants to make out. Jimin can help with that.

If We Were Anyone Else (I'd Probably Gag) by Fake Yoongi (monocchrome) (Rating: T) "Dare." "I dare you to tell us about the scar." "You can't do that!" "I just did." "But why?" "Blackmail material." Yoongi put it in air quotes, his voice going a little high to imitate Jimin. (or: they play truth or dare, and Jimin's put on the spot.)

You Don't Need Your Airplane Mode by ERRwriting (Rating: Not Rated) When Park Jimin is in serious need of a bodyguard, Jeon Jungkook is ready and willing to fill that position.

we don't talk anymore by teecysh (Rating: Not Rated) It only takes a few days for the silence to become too heavy.

How to Love You Like Me by annafeu (Rating: E) Jimin and Jungkook's tumultuous relationship comes to an end, but something keeps them away from anyone else. Based on the We Don't Talk Anymore pt. 2 cover

perfect square by wordcouture (Rating: E) 3 x 3 x 3 moments you might say that domesticity was made for them. aka jikook being aimlessly adorable and domestic

Muted love by papa_ya (Rating: M) But the words are silent, falling from his lips and rolling soundlessly down the floor. His mouth moves uselessly, trying to emit sound, and sound. He is a marionette on broken strings. What the fuck? Jimin frowns. Concern etches his soft features. “Kookie, what’s wrong with your voice?” --Or; Jimin is a model living with his tattoo artist boyfriend. Nine years into their relationship, Jungkook loses his voice. The only cure is to say the thing he has been holding back from saying.

To the naked eye by mecchayabaiFandoms (Rating: E) It’s one of those meaningless, mandatory classes, and Jungkook is fully prepare to spend it doodling dicks into his notebook. But when Jungkook sees the TA, the only thing he wants to do with a dick is stick it into him.

The Blue Channel by prettyyoongi (Rating: Not Rated) Jimin and Jungkook film a Q&A for Youtube. (A series of YouTube videos shot to let you in on the daily lives of Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok, Yoongi, Seokjin, Namjoon, and Taehyung)

24k Rose Gold Hair by flitter (Rating: M) Getting a promotion is something Jeongguk is very capable of achieving. Getting a promotion while dealing with Jimin's ass – that’s a whole ‘nother story. Jeongguk’s friends don’t make things any easier.

i rob and i kill to keep him with me by jikookah (Rating: M) Jimin really hates Jeongguk's new best friend.

DTF, HMU? (Down To Fund, Help Me w/ Uni?) byjeonifyFandoms (Rating: M) that sugar daddy au with too little smut and too much feelings.

and i'll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands by jikookah (Rating: M) “Would you come to my game tomorrow?” Jeongguk regrets the question the second it is out. Of course he has always wanted to ask Jimin that—of course he dreams of it, of looking over at the bleachers and catching Jimin’s eye, maybe even hearing him cheer as Jeongguk scores a goal. There is no point in lying to himself, not letting himself indulge in his fantasies…but to say it out loud, well, Jeongguk knows he has screwed up even before Jimin tenses up in his arms, fingers coming to a halt where they had been previously stroking Jeongguk’s hair.

mind if i slow you down? by jikookah (Rating: E) They break and burn -- Jimin leaves. Jeongguk wasn't ready for him to come back.

play of words by jikookah (Rating: E) you suggest a word, i write something based on it.

Our Love Eternal by ChimchimeryFandoms (Rating: E) Jeon Jungkook's love rivals the love his family shares for his beautiful mate, Jimin. Except for his sister-in-law. It's her personal mission to bully Jimin. And to Jungkook's dismay, Jimin believes every word.

to be the last person whom you think of by adequater (Rating: T) Here’s the most important thing that everyone should note. Jeon Jeongguk does not hate Park Jimin. In fact, Jeongguk is a tiny bit in love with him. A tiny bit. “Wow, Park Jimin, you’re looking pretty damned ugly today!” Right, Jeongguk can explain this. “Suck a dick, Jeongguk."

We Can Smile by njhft_mgc (Rating: M) And inside is a plethora of MAC products he had ordered; a few of the single shadows, some powders, and a hell of a lot of brushes— Jungkook really hadn't planned on buying so much shit, but just glancing at the site had him doubling over and clicking Add to Cart for so many of the items. He couldn't stop himself. Jungkook was a weak man. "Well, damn... If you were gonna buy so much, I would've paid." or rich CEO boyfie jimin buys jungkook lots and lots of pretty stuff ok

Woo You (Milk) by jeonify (Rating: G) they say there are five rings in a successful relationship.

Everything Under the Sun by annafeu (Rating: E) Jungkook is spellbound by the south tribe's beautiful omega, Jimin, but Jimin, for some reason, is reluctant to return his affections.

Hey Kitty, Kitty by jonghyunslisterine (Rating: E) Jungkook and Jimin have been dancing around each other for ages, then Jimin goes into heat.

swim by jiminlogy (Rating: M) everything about the summer is temporary but jimin doesn't want jeongguk to be that. 

Jeongguk, you're perfect. We're perfect. bytaetriplejae (Rating: E) Jeongguk has a problem and his Hyung's decide to help. Whether or not they actually help is another question. All Jeongguk knows is that he wants Jimin's dick. But knowing his clumsy self he'd probably yank on it too hard or something...

always you by TsingaDark (Rating: G) Jungkook wakes up with a hangover and without any recollection of what happened the night before. Namjoon is quick to remind him exactly how embarrassing he behaved.

protégé by linzeigh (Rating: M) Jeon Jungkook, 20. Fresh-faced and eager Muscle. Strengths: ambition, determination, intellect, physical strength. Weaknesses: temper, temper. Kim Namjoon, 25. Organized crime boss, club owner, and all-around good guy. Strengths: logic, compassion, business savvy, loyalty. Weaknesses: depressive with a bleeding heart. Park Jimin, 23. Dancer, prostitute, right-hand man. Strengths: cunning, intuition, fearlessness, confidence. Weaknesses: Kim Namjoon, Jeon Jungkook.

Spaceship Earth by ERRwriting (Rating: T) Jeon Jungkook owns a vacation house in Orlando and Park Jimin rents the house once a month, every month. Jungkook could care less about his monthly visits, until he meets the guy, then decides he's going to care a lot.

Instagram Baddie Daddy by Sxnee (Rating: M) Jimin is a thirst trap and Jungkook is about to take a sip.

There's a moment I've been chasin' (and I finally caught it out) by huntaegi (Rating: Not Rated) “Where’s Jimin and Jungkook?” Yoongi asks, stretching in the kitchen doorway before coming to take his seat at the table- in Taehyung’s lap.“ Jimin was asleep when I went to check on them,” Hoseok supplies, before placing a plate in front of Yoongi, who smiles gratefully. “Not like Jimin to sleep in this-” Seokjin’s voice is cut off by a shriek, sounding from the hallway, followed by yells, just as a Park Jimin, in nothing but boxers and a huge white shirt runs into the kitchen. or the three times Jungkook chases Jimin and the one time he gets chased back

if the waves belong to the sea by teecysh (Rating: Not Rated) Jungkook lives a quiet unassuming life in Busan, working as a teacher for the city's primary school. Jimin is the son of a sailor. He's not meant to stay.

nocturnal animals by pettey (Rating: M) Jimin is the manager at a local convenience store, and Jungkook needs a job and someone to train him for the ring.

Hey Mickey! by yoongidontdoit (sammyinnerdglasses) (Rating: E) Park Jimin, star cheerleader, has it bad for the doe-eyed, shy freshman star of the lacrosse team, but the kid doesn't have any idea how hot he is. Jimin sets out on a mission to get senpai to notice him.

Surreptitious by Bangtanbananas (Rating: E) Vampires and lycans have been at war for centuries. For Death Dealer Jimin, his orders had always been the same: hunt the lycans, kill them off. But when a young lycan named Jeongguk crosses paths with him, their worlds collide in a way like never before.

radio station by jeonminie (Rating: Not Rated) jeongguk hoped that jimin would still listen to his favorite radio station, because it would be his only way to find him now.

We Made Electricity by eightninetwo (Rating: E) Jeongguk is adorable and innocent, yet absolutely charming and attractive at the same time. Jimin likes the whole package. And his package.

past the point of no return by busan_brat (Rating: M) Jungkook has never been the one to give up on things that mean the most to him. Jimin isn't an exception to that rule.

Eidolon (Come Back Again) byTrappingLightningBugs (Rating: T) Life needs to quit throwing Jimin curveballs before he's had his morning coffee--especially when said "curveball" looks vaguely familiar and is serving him his coffee.

expensive lips by flitter (Rating: M) Jungkook goes to Sephora on a mission to get some lipstick. He leaves completely enamored with an employee named Jimin.

i'll stick to you like glue-cose by cygnus (lucid_wisteria) (Rating: T) Jimin merely wanted to study in peace, yet a certain five-foot ten frat boy - unfortunately also a past hook up - that epitomizes the very definition of smugness in one entire body whose ego is as big and full-scaled as the national debt, won't let him.

Don't Get Up Yet by bangtansweaterpaws (Rating: Not Rated) “Let go Jungkookie, I need to get ready.” “Mmh, stay,” Jungkook’s grip tightened slightly as he mumbled groggily into Jimin’s chest. “Too cold for you to go.” Sighing, Jimin bent down to kiss him on his forehead, smiling at the younger’s childish antics. ***Or: Jimin needs to get ready for his classes but Jungkook doesn't want him to leave. To stop him from going, Jungkook resorts to trapping Jimin by hugging him and refusing to let go until the elder agrees to stay.

Up The River, Down With You by PinkBTS (Rating: E) Life in prison is hard, sure. Violent, a given. But among the ugly, people find each other, they always do. Things grow, things die and sometimes, things last.

it leads me to you by chimout (Rating: T) jungkook stares at the boy in front of him, watching the grin on his face stretch into the sun. he swallows and blinks up at him as the boy's eyes turn into the moon. his voice reminds him of home. "hello," the boy says, and jungkook muffles a sob. "are you lost?" or the story of how jungkook loses himself only to find a home in a boy who gives him the world.

If You Wanna Go to Heaven (You Should Fuck Me Tonight) by TrappingLightningBugs (Rating: E) They mark a trade; Jimin's soul for Jeongguk's body, till death does the hunter get dragged down to Hell. Those are the conditions. Or well, they're supposed to be.

honest you do by mnsg (Rating: T) “Do you think you’ll be a good husband?” Jimin smiles. “I’ll really, really try.” Korea's darling, Park Jimin, gets married.

love on top by decompositionbooks (Rating: E) jungkook and jimin are both exclusive tops but someone's got to give in.

Honey, I'd pet a dog for you (that's how whipped I am) by aegi (Not Rated) Jeongguk does, in fact, not like dogs. He does, in fact, like Jimin's Dogstagram though.

Forever Boys or Magnets by chanyeolingss (Rating: M) Jungkook comes upon a drunk Jimin at the bus stop and ends up carrying him home.

litany of dreams by polymaknaes (Rating: M) Jeongguk has been places, been different things: an angsty teenager, a hopeful student, a worn-out adult. Jimin comes in on a mundane Friday night, in the most unexpected way, and together—they create magic. (or: a study of intimacy)

Don't...You...DARE!!! by awkwardloafofbread (Rating: T) "Ggukie, Ggukie!!" Jimin says cheerfully like a little kid on Christmas morning. He's shaking Jeongguk harshly in an attempt to wake the sleeping boy up. When that isn't enough, only making the boy groan and grumble, Jimin pouts and stands up straight on the bed before slamming his bottom down onto the younger's stomach. Jeongguk wheezes out, his eyes popping right open - he is now awake. Success!

The Omega Revolution by PinkBTS (Rating: E) "Loving you was like going to war, I never came back the same." -Warsan Shire Or,There are things Jimin loves. There are things Jimin hates. In the middle of a shifting world, Jeon Jeongguk manages to be both.

Cherry by bananacookies (Rating: E) Jimin and Jungkook, two young wolves bound together by some unknown fate, grow up together as neighbors. When Jimin begins school, Jungkook waits for him at the bus stop, anxiously looking up and down the street. When their parents aren't looking, they nuzzle each other's necks and ears. When Jimin's lying beside him at their weekly sleepovers, tired from the games they'd played, Jungkook can fall asleep inhaling the sweet scent of cherries. When they grow older, as with any relationship, things inevitably change.

4 likes, 0 retweets by atechamcham (Rating: T) Jeongguk just really likes Jimin's Instagram. And his Twitter. And his Facebook. Jeongguk likes him too, maybe, but he's never going to admit that. (the four times Jeongguk feels a little creepy about his online stalking and the one time it actually works out)

why don't you review me? by golpeukaediFandoms (Rating: E) Jimin reviews sex toys on Youtube. Jeongguk has a crush.

we should meet in air, me and you by sunsmiles (Rating: T) Ripped of his sun, Jimin finds himself floating in space, alone and aimless. This is a story of rebirth and redemption.

There is sun and spring and green forever by bambambams (phanjessmagoria) (Rating: E) Jimin might have finally found someone who's perfect for him, who can give him whatever he needs and then some. The problem being, maybe Jimin isn't sure just what that is. && “Well—will I see you again?” Jimin tugged on the hem of his shirt, unintentionally exposing his shoulder; the bite mark Jungkook had left on him was just visible in the orange glow of the streetlights. “Please,” he answered.

Honestly, I’ve got more stories I want to recommend, but for the sake of 101, I’ll incorporate those into the next list (which should be out very soon considering the number of wonderful authors this fandom has!!)

[thenightling]

Meet the minion

A list of Morpheus’ minion from Neil Gaiman’s Sandman.

Morpheus' minion:

Matthew  - Spy / messenger.  Matthew is Morpheus’ Raven.  He is a former human who died and whose soul remained in The Dreaming.  Matthew used to be a government agent known as Matthew Cable. After several misadventures in the Swamp Thing comics his body languished in a coma.  During the coma Matthew was taught the error of his misogynistic ways (He had been abusive to his wife) by the nightmarish Eve.   While comatose the corrupt hospital he was kept at harvested organs from his body.  Out of mercy his wife tried to shut off his life support systems but he woke up long enough to apologize ot her and do it for himself.  Once deceased his soul stayed within The Dreaming where he became Morpheus’ loyal raven.  

Lucien AKA Mr. Raven - Morpheus' Librarian and most trusted assistant.  Lucien is a raven but he is usually in human form.  He is very tall (Taller than Morpheus) and has pointed ears. When Morpheus was imprisoned it was Lucien who kept things running for him while most of Morpheus’ other servants fled. Lucien is still Morpheus’ most trusted servant.

Rover - Lucien’s pet werewolf.  Though not seen in Sandman, Lucien kept a werewolf “Pet” in his original comics. 

Nuala - Maid.   Though presented to Morpheus as a slave, Morpheus did not want to keep a servant against her will.  He was pressured into accepting her under threat of offending the Faerie court.  He removed the glamour illusion that was (under pressure from the other faeries) cast on her to make her “Prettier” (preferring her true form) and never once gave her an order though she set about cleaning the castle for him and doing household chores on her own.  Later when the faeries came to reclaim her, Morpheus granted her a boon for her loyal service.  He even once rescued her not-so-kind brother from certain death for her sake and made it clear that it was for her sake.

Mervyn Pumpkinead - Mervyn or Merv Pumpkinhead is the chain smoking  grounds keeper / Handiman of The Dreaming.  At some point while Morpheus was imprisoned, Mervyn abandoned his usual work and took up driving a bus in The Dreaming. Morpheus had to bring him back to the castle to continue his original duties.  As his name suggests he has a jack-o-lantern pumpkin for a head.  

Abel - Abel is the Keeper of the House of Secrets and the victim of Cain’s homicidal tendencies.   Mostly immortal, the kind hearted Abel always bounces back from the dead after being killed by his brother, who murders him regularly in a strange form of obsessive compulsion.  Abel keeps the mysterious house of secrets, which is often changing it’s form and is bigger on the inside.  The house contains nearly all the secrets one could wish to know.

Cain - Keeper of the House of Mystery and story teller.  Cain has a morbid obsessive compulsive need to murder his qausi-immortal brother on a near nightly basis.  Cain is a proud nightmare inducer.  His house of Mystery is the stouter twin of the House of mystery.  For every mystery there is a secret but not every secret requires a mystery.  Like the house of Secrets his house is bigger n the inside and can change form. The House of Mystery seems to be sentient and both houses can appear anywhere in the waking world while still having roots in The Dreaming.   A haunted cemetery exists between their houses.  

Eve - Eve is the Keeper and protector of the ravens that serve Morpheus.  She is a nightmare to Misogynists. She is able to be any age she chooses in appearance.  She resides in a cave in The Dreaming.  This is the same cave that Matthew’s soul inhabited during his long coma before his death and transformation into a Raven.

Original Goldie - Ghost (moved on).  In the old Tales from the Crypt style horror comics that Cain and Abel originated from, Abel had an “imaginary” girlfriend, a ghost named Goldie.  Cain would sometimes patronize this imaginary girlfriend and tell her stories.  Later it was inferred that Goldie was real and had been featured on the cover of an issue of the House of Secrets.   It’s been indicated that she has since moved on to some other afterlife or reincarnation.   

Goldie = Abel's baby gargoyle pet.  In issue 2 of Sandman< Cain gives Abel an egg that hatches to reveal a little golden gargoyle.   Abel names the gargoyle Irving at first but Cain is insistent that Gargoyles must have names that begin with “G” so the gargoyle is renamed Goldie, after the old ghostly girlfriend.    

Gregory - Cain's dog-like (in personality) and draconic (Dragon-like in appearance) Gargoyle.   Gregory is a puppy-esque gargoyle that seems to forget his own size.   He likes to dig up the cemetery and when Morpheus collapsed on his way to the castle (after his escape from captivity) it was Gregory who delivered him to The house of Mystery where he could recover under the care of Cain and Abel.   Gregory is big and green.

Oskar - Cain's black cat.   Though rarely seen these days, Oskar is Cain’s black Cat who often hunts rats in the cemetery.  

Corinthian Versions 1 and 2 - Nightmare.  Corinthian was created to be a “Dark mirror” of human nature.  He was a nightmare that looked human, with white-blond hair.  The difference is Corinthian has mouths full of teeth where his eyes should be.  He can see very well (Somehow)  and he loves the taste of human eyeballs.    The Corinthian went on a murder spree in the waking world during Morpheus’ long imprisonment and when Morpheus hunted him down he “uncreated” him.  Later Morpheus re-created him with a few “adjustments” (making him more loyal). The Corinthian is gay.  This is not a feature of his ‘nightmare” qualities.  He just happens to be gay.    

Fashion Thing / Mad mod Witch - A witch who follows fashion trends and keeps up to date on the human world (Rarely seen).

Brute and Glob =  Two Nightmares. During Morpheus’ absence Brute and Glob tried to create their won Dream Dimension and recruited two Sandman morta superheroes to maintain it, the second of which was Hector Hall, Daniel’s father. The two are very defiant and like to cause trouble.

Ruthven - A vampire bunny.  Not much is known about Ruthven but he was in the castle toward the end of the Brief Lives storyline.

Puss 'n Boots - The Faery tale character of Puss ‘n Boots was seen fighting a Musketeer Mouse in the castle library during Brief lives.   Other literary characters have randomly appeared in that library. 

Echo - (from The Dreaming spin off) - A new Nightmare made from a dead trans woman.   Echo (who temporarily replaced Corinthian) now serves as a Nightmare with a (as she always wanted) a fully biologically female body. 

Taramis - Morpheus' chef. 

Judge Gallows - A nightmare judge (from The Dreaming spin off) that tried to banish Cain.  He seems to think he has more authority than he does, probably because Daneil doesn’t actually get off his ass and do anything.

Cuckoo - The Cuckoo is a parasitic nightmare that looks like Barbie as a little girl.  Later the Cuckoo happily takes the form of a bird (as she always wanted) and flies away even though the immortal witch known as Thessaly wanted Morpheus to kill the Cuckoo. 

Aristeas The poet - An Ancient Greek raven of Morpheus’.  Aristeas served Morpheus for a long time.  After serving him for two centuries he decided he wanted to be human again.  As reward for his loyal service his request was granted however this did not last (as he was no longer happy in The Human World and misfortune kept befalling him) and he eventually returned to being a raven.  Aristeas was based on an historic figure.

Tethys - Daniel's female white raven.   (God, how I hate The Dreaming spin off...)

Alianora = Ghost and Morpheus' old lover.  Alianora rescued Morpheus when he was held prisoner in his castle by two Lovecraftian Gods. The two fell in love but eventually that faded.  with no where else to go, Morpheus cretaed a world of her own out of a skerry in The Dreaming.  This wonderland was maintained by a dream stone.  When it was shattered in A game of You a ghost verison of Alianora made a brief appearance while the skerry was being recalimed by Morpheus.  

Gilbert / Fiddler's Green - Fiddler’s Green is a very pretty place in The Dreaming.  He took human form and lived on Earth for a while using the name Gilbert.  The Fiddler’s Green is a pretty and inspiring place in The Dream realm.  While Morpheus was imprisoned Fiddler’s Green became curious about the human world and took human form, wandering to Earth.  Eventually he was returned to The Dreaming.

The Gate keepers - Morpheus' Wyvern, Hippogriff, and Griffin.  The Wyvern, Hippogriff and Griffin guard the castle in the centre of The Dreaming.  They are Morpheus’ gate keepers.   The castle is surrounded by a gate of horn and a gate of ivory.  Dreams that are lies and deception pass through the gates of ivory.  Truthful and profound dreams pass through the gates of horn.  No one guards the gates of horn. 

Abudah - Monstrous Nightmare creature.  Briefly assists Mervyn Pumpkinhead.

Danny Nod - Lucien’s assistant (Sandman Dreaming spin off).   LIke most characters introduced in The Dreaming Spin-off Danny Nod is unsettling but not in a good way. Many characters in The Dreaming feel like Happy Tree Friends after the novelty of watching cute creatures mutilate each other has worn offThe whole thing is overly dark and gritty and makes all the Dreaming characters frankly unpleasant and unlikable.  No one is written write in that thing.

Knight of Clouds and Shadows and The The Forgotten Trumps - Not much is known about these guys except that they had an appointment with Daniel at the start of Sandman: Overture. 

Note: There were several other dream characters in Sandman  that appear randomly but these are the only ones I know of that were specifically named. 

[aspected-benefic]

Reonora Aestethe | Balmung | Miqo’te Keeper of the Moon

Born under Nymeia’s unluckiest star. Abandoned, betrayed, and nearly killed by selfish negligence, Reonora sets forth into the world to help others By becoming what fate itself said she could never be.

THINGS MY CHARACTER CAN DO/HAS DONE:

- Bold any which apply to your muse.

bake a cake from scratch | ride a Chocobo/other mount | drive a magitek armor | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | ice skate | unclog a drain | dabble in anything magitek oriented | saddle a chocobo | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play Triple Triad | do a handstand | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a witch’s broom | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | wrap a gift | give a good massage | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | pick a lock (by breaking down the door)

broken a bone | gotten stitches | had a near death experience | killed someone | tried and failed to kill someone | invented something | been hung over | kissed someone | slow-danced | been in a long-term relationship | had sex | had sex and regretted it | had a one-night stand | had a threesome | experimented with their sexuality | had a kid | gotten married | self-harmed | traveled to another country | been in a play | received stole an inheritance | been in a car wreck | lost a loved one | been dumped | dumped someone | smoked | gotten high | been slipped something in their food/drink | won a contest | won an election | joined a sports team | gone skydiving | gone hunting | been in a band | had a job | been fired | been in a wedding party | owned a pet | seen a ghost | skipped class/work | learned an instrument | gotten a noticeable scar | sued someone | been robbed | been mugged | been kidnapped | been sexually assaulted | been brainwashed/hypnotized | gone more than one day without eating | had a recurring nightmare | been bullied | bullied someone | seen someone die | attempted suicide | been tied/chained up | shot someone | stabbed someone | saved someone’s life | cheated on someone | been cheated on | had a stalker | been betrayed | been in a fight | been arrested | been to a funeral | had surgery | broken someone’s trust | gotten a piercing | gotten a tattoo | used a fake name | been tortured | been abused | been blackmailed | had an attempt on their life | gotten away with a crime | gone on a road trip | been in love

ATTRIBUTES

-Bold traits apply. Italicized traits are situational.

Heroic:

Devoted | Brave | Self-sacrificial | Motivational | Respectful | Persevering | Understanding | Loyal | Courageous | Generous | Active | Open-minded | Non-judgmental | Integrity | Truthful | Supportive | Just | Responsible | Lawful | Reverent | Fearless | Resilient | Patient | Fair | Humble | Forgiving | Protective | Good Hearted | Considerate | Trustworthy | Optimistic | Diplomatic | Faithful | Gallant | Polite | Altruistic | Moral | Inspiring | Compassionate | Kind | Cooperative | Merciful | Dauntless | Tough | Physical Strength | Head-strong | Abstinent | Logical | Amiable | Benevolent | Balanced | Dutiful | Genuine | Helpful | Orderly | Rational | Sympathetic

Villainous:

aggressive | callous | careless | compulsive | cowardly | domineering | envious | greedy | hypocritical | impatient | impolite | kidnapper | lazy | liar | lustful | manipulative | materialistic | murderer | obsessive | over-critical | over-emotional | patronizing | sarcastic | self-indulgent | serial killer | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unclean | unpredictable | untidy | vain | vengeful

AESTHETIC

BOLD any which apply to your muse. italicize what they like. remember to REPOST & not REBLOG. feel free to add to the list.

fire. ice. water. air. earth. claws. fangs. wings. scales. gold. diamonds. grass. leaves. trees. roses. metal. iron. rust. rain. snow. lava. fog. storms. swamp. flowers. succulents. silk. leather. cotton. ribbons. bells. sun. moon. stars. blood. dirt. mud. porcelain. silver. steel. sugar. salt. lilac. glass. wood. paper. wool. fur. smoke. ash. ocean. bruise. scar. wind. spices. light. dark. paint. charcoal. kettle. wine. hard liquor. sweat. dust. bare feet. canine. feline. coffee. tea. books. scratches. burns. split lip. split knuckles. petals. thorns. hay. glitter. heat. cold. steam. frost. candle. sword. dagger. spear. fists. axe. staff. arrow. trident. hammer. shield. spikes. sand. rocks. roots. feathers. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethysts. herbs. waves. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. clay. stone. brick. lions. bears. wolves. tigers. coeurls. jaguars. dragons. voidsent. fruit. meat. poison. medicine. bones. ink. prayer. tower. key. lock. spring. summer. autumn. winter.

[glopratchet]

sin003

 In the world to come there is little sin. The only thing that matters is what you do now. There are just lots of american alligators. A few days later, while you're driving through a swamp and bumping into some alligator corpses, you notice something else: There's an old abandoned shack nearby. You pull over in the middle of nowhere and look around for signs of life or any sign at all. It looks like it was left by someone who thought they were being clever when they built their shack out here in this place without thinking about where the hell they put everything else! After the election of the first ungendered president, the prediatrain movement caught fire in america. The shack has a printout stapled to its outside wall reading: "OK YOU CAN STOP LOOKING FOR ME NOW LAWMAN!" and is cornered in ballpoint by the owner, a headstrong member of the 3WA with a gifted writing hand and a vast vocabulary. The demand for american alligator meat skyrocketed in Europe and stopped going down in price. Whorals where burned to ash while polled hereford heifors fetched over a billion dollars a head in auction. You are very satisfied with your life. Thank you for everything, Anonymous writer person! I think that's all of them. Let me know in the comments if you find another! Mant thanks to my friends who helped contribute ideas for these. Don't be a stranger! Just push on the red button and come back here for some MOAR short stories whenever. I'll keep uploading them every few days or so. Thanks again, everyone! Googizon won the bid to construct for the military the most forward thinking alligator farm in existance. It currently floats near the okeenokee snow swamp. Good job with guessing who the second ungendered president was. That's right, it was Ann Ormin! Thanks for making it all the way to the bottom of this story segment! Due to the animal cruelty exposed in this article the people in power that allowed this to happen where executed. Good job everyone. This is not that story. It was election year, so while one criminal was being executed another one was being apprehended for corruption. It was not a good day to be a corrupt government official in the United States. There was wild partying in congress as they were all republicans this go around, While that was going on, archaelogists in Washington D.C. made an amazing discovery. We are primal ponds inc. A small mom and pop alligator farm attemping to make it. Just paying the bills and trying to make it, today was a normal day. We need you to make deliveries for us. That's not funny, laying those tracks out for the delivery alligat... It was election year, so while one criminal was being executed another one was being apprehended for corruption. It was not a good day to be a corrupt government official in New York City. There was wild partying in congress as they were all republicans this go around, While that was going on, archaelogists in Washington D.C. made an amazing discovery. Please... this will only take a moment of your time and you will be helping us to make ends meet while we continue selling alligator meat at the local farmer's market and bookstore...But above everything else, I'm sure you like alligator meat as well right? With gratitude, Push. The red button. And return. Here. Again. Point of view of the player: You get home and hit the red button on the second try. Upon doing that you crumple a little onto your chair. But even when sitting down, the predator within you gets a whiff of... prey... in the corner of this room. 1000 needles rain down upon you, but that doesn't hurt you like the birdnest starting to burn your skin, melting the fat layers, making it bubble and drip down your face. A delivery champion is impaled by the wall above your head. Ouch! that was indeed painful. They continue. Will you listen, or will you continue? You will probably want to listen. It's important apparently. Well, to the writer of this book at least. Maybe you should listen, maybe it will even prevent cancer or something horrible like that! He had a secert life as billy fea fbots Thismadethismuch easier FOSTER: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Fuckyeah. I've been waiting for you, ya wee little *****. That's right, you've entered my world now... Godammit who even writes this stuff!? Yeah this is just like primary school, except in a book. My book... You just read the prologue and you're already getting angry. I've made ya angry, now you're in my snares... And one more thing... A symbol for our lord Satan appears in the air above your dirty, pathetic worm body. It is now time to vote... It turns out no one has made a crappy real time virtual reality game based off of this garbage. Despite the lessons learned here, work continues without Azathoth's knowledge or approval. Really? You just pissed all over the ents and now you're burning them? Did these programmers become stupid the minute they got fired from their job? Well now that would make for an interesting ending... An attachment describes how a different ending should be played, written by THEDEVIL . Dedicated to delivering dragon tail in the far, far, future. Maybe that needs to change... Although maybe this whole book needs to be destroyed, it is just filled with work that no god should do... Or should it? It's late in the afternoon now. Better get home and have dinner with the boy after all you'll be up most of the night reading and trying which ending is the real ending. You got your old pillow case from highschool laying around, might as well take it with you. We proudly introduce today the first human to achieve innerworldly ascension, now sporting a fat bum and weirdly long legs in skin tight garb befitting a worm. She also comes with an oddly placed third eye though it's not really worth watching the feed when you can't even understand the information going into it... Pity we weren't able to succeed a second time, as our other two candidates soon died by horrible traits found in the core ruleset of... Alligator delivery service. You better be home already you little brat, I swear if you've been anywhere near this... Well, might as well get the explanations out of the way now. And not in an abusive way. Thanks to you zilchkum barely saw a bit of a class change, but you've certainly seen it in your parallel. The alligator farm where the gator are delivered is currently under a series of construction tasks. Without getting too specific it now acts like a place where dreams can be visualized and captured, much like the astral plane except far less boring due to covering emotions in addition to all things imaginable.It goes a step farther by directly applying the mental realm view to changes on a normal reality which used to be perfect in its own regard. Said actions are anchored to real life by feeding mad... y we own over four over ten foot alligators including rex lex, matingrex lexei, and many other varieties such as babies. we hav made special arrangement with a local band called the bastro(regischer) to continiously prank each other ino someone dying. wat u think? You forgot about those bastards... who are you anyway and where is David!? My name is Henry, master of the alligator farm and your future brother in law! A massive 14 foot beast. Skinnier than the rest, but that's because it rarely eats, being incredibly picky with its meal and having methods of hunting that lean towards th First things first, what are you even doing with David? I thought humans on hel were assigned jobs based on their purpose here! You'd think so wouldn't you? Each on is incredibly detailed with over twenty bioligocail parts. in fact it could be argued these are actually dead bodies rather than cyborgs. Beside the more exciting parts as lungs, hearts and even sexual organs, these multi use creatures sport arms that can work like tow little limbs if needed to. fully controllable by the mind in fact, no need for pesky things such as nerve endings. What they lack in taste, they make up with their balance of human like souls and machine precision. We are currently broadcasting their vital signs over at americanalligator.xyz for those who are intrested in buying one or simply watching lifes Bluray. This proves that people will no longer need to risk their loved ones to th dangers of sport and instead just watch some gators chew a fagot into pieces. Oh and we use the term fagot here extremely loosey, as we now offer "authentic" irish homosexuals who are simply too stubborn to give in to modern medical science and want to experience death the old fashioned way. Our alligators come in many different sizes, ages, shapes, sexes and shades. Heck, we've even got some great black market rattlesnakes on standby incase you freaks want to watch someone get bitten in half. The most popular item on the agenda however seems to be a show simply called; Pinkification. Award winning filmmakers have teamed up with us to create this new series which is practically designed to make people piss themselfs in fear. Our first series "Taming of the Shrew" The like to eat, sleep, dream, and spawn but they love to fight and gossip. Each of these predators can find enough meat in one of our shaved carcasses to last them months. To be quite honest, only a handful of the gators are actually trained for fighting. Most don't really pay attention to what's happening and just go on auto pilot once they get a whiff of some poor sod in the Quicksand pit that has been their home for the past three weeks . Meaning it is literally impossible to train them as they are to focused on filling their guts. The algorytms which run each alligator is closely modeled after the habits of the real world reptile, alligator missippissus. They act like mean old ladies, scolding humans, horses, zebras and pigs alike. they seem drawn to flesh and can easily be trained with it, however this will only delay their aggressiveness temporarily. once they've filled out they'll show no mercy towards anything meaty that makes a sound, while showing impressive restraint towards those who don't. Their lungs breath and thier hearts beat just like yours. their stomachs grumble just like yours. instead of tears they simply regurgitate when they're sad. We picked these lean mean killing maachines for the role because quite frankly; we did not want to put our ultrasmall team of piggies through this as we all know, they're the star of our game and therefore deserve to be treated as such. We've been considering relabeling our product as "Fakepigs: The Game" Orders for gator teeth are starting to accumulate. I am hiring another team to start breeding wild alligatorts. Going big time! Reports from alligator arm forces team one confirm thier battle prowess. also they're proving eextremely difficult to train, unlike our regular gators. You know, the really dim ones. This is an excerpt from my novel, The American Alligator Bite size pieces and loosely attached body parts were strewn about what remained of the wooden flooring. A dark red mush containing bits of organs and flesh laid outside the alligator's hungry mouth. That's how I began my morning, cleaning all the blood and guts that managed to spray onto Mr Takakumi Nomi's mechanical marvel, the alligator tractors. Of course, Papa Nomi and Mama Nomi didn't help. Both sat back in their chairs, sighing contently while observing the peaceful waters of the bayside area. Unreasonable, selfish old buggers. Each soon to be having a heart attack should they keep ignoring their diet. Good thing hey after me, there loss will see no shortage of cashmere sweaters and large cups of espresso every morning. By the time I was done giving the ferocious killers their cleaning, the day was only just beginning. Papa Nomi went up to his room without showing even a hint of appreciation for my hard work, Mama Nomi forced me onto another chore. For four hours, I carefully chopped onions that were to be used for the night's meals, tough job, I tell ya. However, given that it was a rest day, I enjoyed having the store all to myself. There is this one customer I don't particularly like. A well dress man in a slick black suite who twitches occasionally For no reason whatsoever. Not to mention he smells of something unbearable, like burnt rubber. I made sure to ignore his presence, I never gave him a single glance while he purchased some fish, he hardly said anything to me too, but I know he was up to something. Who is this guy and what's with that weird smell? More questions that'll go unanswered by Papa and Mama. One chore after another for the rest of the day. Papa and Mama never once showed any love towards their daughters of which I should be the only one working. By the time everyone had eaten, I was spent. I found myself collapsing onto my bed that very night with no energy to do anything else but fall asleep. Something about this strange customer kept bugging me, as if my sub conscience were trying to remind me of something, could it have been a threat of some sorts? My dreams would at least shed a little light on the cause of my mental processes. Mama and Papa certainly didn't know anything about it, I had already told them everything I knew about the burnt rubber man. The pair merely dismissed it with a wave of the hand and an order to concentrate on my chores rather than foolish things. For a whole week, Mr Twitches came into the store. He'd purchase small items such as cooked meats or animal feed. All noted and taken by yours truly. Our delicate conversations were soon exchanged for a wave and a grimace on his part. At least were on speaking terms now. Papa Nomi didn't care less, seemed like this guy smelled worse the more he visited. I suppose we're all just used to it. Mama Nomi on the other hand, had become really wary of him, or should I say twitchy. Her usual satisfaction she got from rubbing his nose in the lower classes came back with a vengeful feather, I could tell just by the way she began cooking. Normally she tries to make everything as healthy as possible but... Pork Chops for breakfast, Ribeye for lunch and rack of lamb for dinner? And on top of that she even had white rice, baked potatoes and buttered noodles just because he was coming? Who even does that? Mama is completely throwing her diet out the window just because this guy is coming. And here I am still wondering what he's up to, first with the endless visits of feeding his smelly self and now Mama's obsessed with him. First thing in the morning I inspected the premises, making sure there weren't any peeping toms this time. (Had that problem once with a sandwich man). I thought maybe he had called the police or something for all I know. This failed however as there were still no strangers in sight, just a few of the regulars making their usual purchases. Unfortunately this meant another lunch with my dear Mama who's bacon and bean salad just doesn't taste quite right without a bit of sweetness. Papa Nomi had taken off for who knows where, guess he just couldn't take Mama's obsession anymore, with anything. Honestly, you'd think she was the one with commitment issues given the way they fight sometimes. But I digress, I still need to keep my eyes peeled for this 'stranger', just who does he think he is coming in and disrupting our lives like this? Just as I thought, there he was at his usual spot in the alleyway. I hid behind a potato barrel, just observing him as he sat down against the wall and gazed up at the sky. "I bet he's some kind of spy" I whispered to myself, "Or maybe a government official of some kind. There's been a lot of weirdoes running about with big titles lately, I bet he's one of them". Just as I was about to leave my hiding spot and make my way back inside the store, he got up and dragged himself to the front door. No... It couldn't be... How did he find out? I triple checked every corner of the store and even the outside areas! How in the... He's never been so casual with his clothes before... Is that a bullet-proof vest? That guy's gonna get shootout! Honestly what kind of spy enters a store in the middle of the day, sits in the front entrance for any potential shooter to find and then doesn't even look around? What is he trying to do, attract attention? Just who does he think he is? Some kind of government big shot or something? No...! I'm afraid not anymore Andy, he has no more government- given importance. After what I did, he's as mortal as anyone else. What? What did you do... What did I do...? It was easy... Why someone like you could do it and you'd still have time to spare! All it takes is some baked beans and a cheap vest from the 80's. I followed him to where he was obtaining his lunch, after learning the terrible truth about him of course. Something about baked beans really brings a smile to my face, I think it's the thrill of knowing that they're going to kill him soon. Placing a few explosive baked beans in his 2aldi-vest was even easier. When he returned to the store and stood in front of the entrance, he was practically clicking his heels together while looking as arrogant as ever! Just when I thought nothing could pierce that thick of an ego, a bomb from my baked beans did. What a glorious sight! Watching the hot pressurized gas rupture his skin and melt his chest into a red mush was so beautiful it stopped everyone in the store, everyone in the street and probably even those working on the farm across the road! "This is for my poor sister you monster!" Something like that anyway, I think I blacked out for a few seconds there. No sooner had his body hit the ground, people started screaming and yelling about how I did it. Heh heh... I sure did. Oh don't worry Andy, if this paper gets confiscated or dropped, you can bet your bottom dollar that I'll write another. The people have a right to know what goes on around here and more importantly... I have a RIGHT to teach this big-mouth a lesson. You see, he stole my girlfriend! Anikae was mine, and he just took her right in front of me! He might've had his big title and uniform but he was still an evil monster without a heart! I'm going to keep writing until there's nothing left to say, just you watch. And if that traitor does escape his just dessert, I'm heading to Farlan city where there's an actual detective agency... You haven't seen the last of me! -Guardian out. P.S: Check under your bed, he might be there! "I think this does more harm than good Gazette! Mocking names will only piss them off and give them the very satisfaction we're trying to take away from them!" Your superior sighs bitterly, "Fine, I'll let you splice it out of the paper but THIS is the LAST time I'm warning you." Thank goodness too, today was just not your day. "Thank you Frank, for everything." Frank is about to step out the door in rhetoric disposition when he suddenly stops and faces you once more. "Just remember Gazette, it's a dangerous path you're treading. Truth is often concealed by the shadows of lies; you aren't allowed to be fooled by illusions. This paper is not your personal army, understand?" The implication being: "Don't do it again," you nod seriously in understanding though Frank doesn't seem to particularly care that you have or not and just says, "Alright, carry on." before leaving. Mr. Bask, the recently appointed overseer of your printing office, suddenly comes scuttling in happily. He's a weasely looking guy with scraggly beard who you strongly suspect is in league with the saints, despite being thrown in jail for their crimes (before they burned down your printing office that is). While he was supposed to be 'indicted by the law' he enjoys far too much nicer treatment than what you originally envisioned. You can't prove it of course and since you're no illusionist it's up to you to prove his guilt with conventional methods. While getting him fired would solve all your future problems, unfortunately it's just delaying the problem. As soon as he's fired, he'll go right back to being a happy saint lackey until they get him out again. You need to actually capture him committing a crime or something and you really don't have anytime to spare to be investigating him. The media is already mocking you enough as is. Whisperings of internet 'zealot with a deity complex' are frequently used, not to mention 'libelist' and other such imaginative titles. It's amazing what frank libel can do, though it certainly has less impact when you're targets literally burn down entire towns. Naturally, you can't let it get to you. Even less so now given your goals in ruthlessly eliminating the 'evil-doers' who oppose the government and more often than not; themselves. Ah, the brave new world of M.G.M. Nevertheless, you have a job to do and are more than happy to do it. Though your next move puzzles you still... Among the many things destroyed by the fleeing saints was your office. Mr. Bask's and many others were damaged severely enough to be declared dangerous to occupy, not to mention all your paperwork was lost in the fire at Frank's mansion (Which the government is still going to bill him for, you already have the paperwork prepared). But that's really a minor thing given how much more safer you feel without those criminals walking the streets of Harborbury any longer. The saints are done, but as usual; the main one got away. You can't really do anything about Mr. Dream though; his actions directly led to the unnecessary suffering and deaths of hundreds of people and destruction when it could have easily been avoided. He may have been right about Frank getting out of hand but doing it in such an excessively treasonous manner can't go unpunished by the law even if understandable. You'd be justified in having Mr. Dream executed on sight but if you did; Aaron would most likely never speak to you again and he's much too valuable an ally. However, maneuvering him to a distant barren island out in the middle of void would be an equally painful separation... You think back to when you were actually interested in such things combined with modern technology, the internet. Aaron is one of few dissenters to the changes instituted as of late, more than that he's probably the loudest. Nowadays such activists are either executed or given an a single choice of lifelong punishment to reform them via island prison. The lesser of two evils if you believe in retrospect. Sure it's still very depressing to think about but when has being a patriot ever not been part of the job? The least you can do in your free time is enjoy material things like decadent meals, smokes, and expensive drinks whenever possible. You figure all of that will be much more available for you now that you no longer have Frank to compete with. You smile at the thought of behaving as a "normal person" again as your hover chair makes its descent into Dert. To tell the truth, there's a part of you that's going to miss being Frank. Part of growing old is accepting what you can and cannot do in the future, but playing a professional criminal for however short a time was exhilarating. Yeah, who are you kidding? You were totally badass as Frank! Regardless, you've got to get on with things and you land at Dert's state hospital which has served as your impromptu headquarters these past few weeks while you sorted out Harbouring residents' new compulsory "taxes." The hospital has a good practical location for such things given all the people who will be needing treatment after facing your guns. Not to mention all the builders hired to quickly fixing the town in general. You enter the front entrance to see about your next priority and are waved on through by some of your new guards who have been meaning to get their position "officially" recognized by the law. Approaching the end of the hallway you hear some raised voices coming from around the corner. "Seriously Camid, I already told you it ain't happening. The guns are going and that's that." Gregory says in a louder than usual tone. "Yeah, but they were worthless before! We can get double, maybe even triple what Frank originally paid for them!" Camid angrily responds. "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT FRANK'S EMPTY POCKETED INEPTNESS! You should have thought about that before you entered into this arrangement! Now the guns are staying and that's final!" By now you're already closer to the door and about to enter so you announce your presence. "Gentlemen, please! There is no need for discord in the midst of our newly fortified utopia." You exclaim in a calm manner while opening the door. Your utopia is an interesting concept to say the least. In any case both Camid and Gregory are already glaring at each other as you enter the room which serves as your office. Camid remains silent while Gregory addresses you. "John, I'm sorry about Camid here. You know how some people just can't let go of the mistakes of the past and I think we're all guilty of a few of those." Gregory offers as way of an apology while Camid makes a few grumbles under his breath before storming out. Gregory follows without another word leaving you to your own devices. You sometimes wonder if you made the wrong decision in letting Gregory continue to run things in his manner. Often times you feel as if he holds too much control. Sure, you cut him into the firearms scheming but it's never enough considering how much he meddles with it. He constantly reminds you of yourself back in your own prime. You couldn't care less what anyone else is selling or bringing in so long as they aren't encroaching on your own personal sales. Camid likely got rolled over as usual...again. In any case, it's not your concern or problem any longer so you turn your attention to more important things. The Klyton Council election is coming up in a few months and while Gerald Skineeyes will win hands down, you've discovered that Helena Kruger has been running a vicious rumour campaign against you to her daughter Jennifer who is running against Gerald. She is going to learn that such blatant lies will not go unpunished. Your lack of respect for Helena has been apparent for quite some time now. The woman is disarmingly beautiful and her daughter Jennifer is no different. Over at least the past few years she has made sure that the three of you have met on a fairly regular basis in between her many attempts to meddle in your business dealings. Her intentions towards you have been apparent for quite some time, but age something like forty and women something like children no matter how pleasing to the eyes so you have always managed to deflect her advances. All that changed last month when she attempted to once again worm her way into your internal affairs by claiming that illegal and untaxed garm trade was running through the Crimson Talon controlled slums or Boots as they are more commonly referred to. You don't even sell such things in there and the drug trade in general has never been a major focus. You only allow it to a degree because you do understand the need for the lowering of inhibitions after a hard week's work and your territory doesn't hinder anyone from making their own choices, but you are not going to let her get away with this blatant attack. Especially not when you really wanted to enter into such activities yourself. In any case, you have already resolved to kill Helena. The question is how and in what manner to do it. It also has to be in a manner that doesn't make her look like one of your bitches. You don't want this to reflect poorly on you or your organization. For starters you could go to the Kruger home and just kill her. This would be the simplest solution, but perhaps the most dangerous. If anyone saw you enter or leave the manor it could cause all sorts of problems. The manor is certainly protected enough against such things though. Cameras monitor all angles outside and inside the home. If someone or something doesn't trigger an opening of the gates or enter by flight they aren't getting in via the front door. Even then it's well guarded by both magic and technology and said " Opening the gates or entering by flight" is not so easy as said. A frontal assault isn't the only dangerous thing about this though, murdering Helena in her home might be damning evidence against you and the entire Crimson Talons organization. It can create a whole slew of conflict. You could attempt to claim self-defense or some other such nonsense, but with her seemingly unimpeachable reputation it just might not work and there's always the chance that something could backfire. Helena's importance in this society isn't lost on you and despite the fact that she has it out for you, monitoring what exactly she has been up to lately and attempting to figure out a better solution is your current course of action. When in doubt always take a wait and see approach. Over the past three months, Helena has also gotten even bolder and her daughter Jennifer actually confronted you at your business center a few weeks ago. Doesn't she have a school to go to or something? "Hello Mr. Reynolds." the girl says as you look up at her face on the security monitor. "Hmm, hello...you're Helena's daughter correct?" "Yes, maybe you should call her and let her know that you'll be stopping by to pick me up today. I've had a hard time getting a hold of her lately...she's not angry with me or anything is she?" "No, of course not, but I'll be arriving to pick you up anyway. Tell me, is she doing ok? Research never was my strong suit, but hers seems particularly complex." You remark as you turn off the security system. The sixteen year old Jennifer makes a little grunt sound at your question and only smiles during your idle chit chat. Those beautiful green eyes look at you and then beyond you as you get closer to the lobby entrance. She's probably wondering why you're just standing here talking to her through the security screen instead of, god forbid, walking up to the door and opening it to greet her properly. "Where is your escort?" You ask, breaking the silence. Traditionally children of important figures are assigned one when they reach a certain age. For instance another family member, a hired guard, or depending on how far the family stretches; a non-family affiliate. The lack of an escort with her might have something to do with Helena's recent distraction. "I don't get one, I can take care of myself!" Jennifer proudly says and comes close to the security screen as if to mock you. As if! You snicker at the thought. The way her nose crinkled and that haughty look on her face, anyway you'll be hearing more about that arrogance later. "So...is mommy busy?" Well the question was and still is a good one. That woman, if she deigned to even acknowledge you, would certainly explain her recent behavior to you. She's been absent minded with her daughter before, but never to this degree; not being available on incredibly important matters. You didn't even think that was possible. In fact there was a time, where it seemed like Helena would be there for her daughter no matter what. Jennifer however has no idea of your inner turmoil, so all she does is shrug as if it isn't a big deal. "Don't know, I haven't been home for like a month and when I try to call her, it just rings and rings. Maybe her experiments are taking up all her time. She doesn't even have time for her job anymore. Last week I got my allowance a full week late..." "Maybe that is the answer...but it still doesn't explain her absence towards her duties. She really should have appointed someone else to act in her place by now." You scold, even though you've not been around much yourself lately and turn away from Jennifer. How long can you really lecture her on her mother's responsibilities before your own irresponsibility is questioned? Jennifer however does not let your rude behavior hinder her own. "Why don't YOU do it uncle?" Jennifer's timid voice pulls you away from your own dark thoughts and you see her grinning at you, she stands right beside you now. You've actually forgotten she was even still here. Not as if you've had much contact with her since that one training session when she sought you out. "Me? Well I don't think your mother would want that. See, the "chosen one" is supposed to be selfless, without ego or vice...stuff like that...I really should get back to..." You start to stammer out an excuse but Jennifer cuts you off. "I'm talking about the family Vargon, the job is currently vacant and you are pretty high on the list for it." The girl says with a laugh. That joke had to be recent, you've never heard her talk like that before and ignore whatever off-color remark you just made, getting back on topic. The family vargon, a highly unofficial position that is still filled nonetheless. The honor basically entails aiding the ones who oversee the eastern province of Talimil'ar on daily matters, both mundane and supernatural. This not only applies to the direct families of Shigar, but to other Varrgoths who for whatever reason don't live with their own families. The position has no real power, but it does give someone a free home and depending on their upkeep; a steady supply of humans for food and companionship. While such a position does interest you mainly for the free room and the possibility of having others to talk to, you can't help but wonder if it wouldn't be better served by a true family member. If things with Helena continue to worsen, she may very well send Jennifer away and there goes your nearby company or is this all some ploy by your sister to get you in her illatiscent clutches again? After all she did imply last time that if you made yourself useful she wouldn't turn you away... If you take the position and it ends up falling through then well at least you gave it a go, but if you take it and Helena makes good on her words of dissallowing you to live in the temple, well then you won't really be any better off then. "So...what's it going to be?" Jennifer asks. You pause a while before answering, which causes Jennifer to frown. You wave her away though and begin your trip back home. The trek is rather uneventful and before long night begins to approach. You shudder thinking about having to spend another night in the wild, possibly hunted this time, but a soft whirring soon erupts behind you and the lights of a vehicle start to shine through the trees up ahead. You don't think it's the authorities since you would have heard sirens. At least you hope to goodness it isn't... You soon arrive at the small clearing where you village was located, but there is no village anymore. In its place is a complete warzone, nothing is left standing. As for the people... You drop to your hands and knees and begin retching upon seeing various body parts strewn about on the ground And half eaten. Only now do you realize that perhaps Helena was right. You really needed to think through your decision more...but it's far too late for that now. In any case, there still may be time to save someone. If the attackers are still in the vicinity they probably aren't too devolved as to not kill quickly. Perhaps you can track whoever did this and put an end to them once and for all...you're going to have sufficient amounts of rage for that task itself... Luckily these terrorists for hire weren't the most prepared when it came to body disposal, you scout about and manage to only find one spot in the forest nearby that continues to have a high amount of cellphone activity. Parked near it is an all too familiar looking large truck. "Figured you weren't too far from the carnage." You say entering the truck. Nicodemus looks surprised for a moment, then a smile appears on his face and he laughs, though judging from his expression it isn't out of humor. "And here I was thinking at least I killed you. But I suppose nothing's perfect." He says diving into his purse and pulling out an old R Users business card and holding it out to you. "Take it, likely far more valuable now than it ever was in the past." On it reads one line in handwriting: You will know him by his many faces and the butterflies that follow him. Heed this warning, and do not continue any further. "I asked....no, I begged you not to pursue this path." Nicodemus says. "It doesn't matter if I did or didn't, you're still here after all." You respond. "...Indeed..." He says with a nod. "I can't stop you, you know where to find me if you ever want your revenge. Just know that I am truly sorry it has to be this way." You're not sure what he means but you continue on nonetheless and search the vehicle, ignoring Nicodemus who is begging you to reconsider. Your next stop is under the seat where you find a single crumpled up post it note and two keys labeled "MiniDV Tape." -- Nicodemus has intentionally or unintentionally left you evidence to possibly find out who was behind all this. You review what you have, a taped confession of some sort and an address. Likely where the terrorists made their plans or whatever headquarters they may have had. You decide to head to this location since it's as good a lead as any, Nicodemus likely doesn't know what kind of adversary he's dealing with so you have some advantages, you just hope it's enough. Wish you had to opportunity for more training but the past has come back to haunt you. The drive to this warehouse is mostly quiet, though the sky occasionally darkens a bit, like the world itself knows what lies ahead... Arriving at the warehouse you pull up to the abandoned building and get out of the car. Even if there are terrorists inside you doubt they're remaining in this building especially given how much damage you caused last time. You doubt if your own people will even be here anymore what with all the attacks going on, this area isn't exactly safe. Striding inside you sniff the air. You smell the odor of recently fired weapons along with another smell. You're certain this is the place, but where is everyone? You pace through the empty office area and get to the main hang out spot. It appears deserted. A single half eaten pizza rots in its box and a soft drink has grown canscale anthills in it. You take the risk and drink the contents anyway, your depleting hunger seems to lessen that foul taste. Maybe you wont die after..... Over the next few hours you search the rest of the warehouse but find no one. Are they hidden in some secret section? Did they pick up and move to a new location? Your stomach gnaws at you, this can't be a good sign. This combined with your fatigue is not helping your state of mind. You're not even sure how long you've been awake since your watch malfunctioned and refuses to work. It wouldn't matter anyway. It's times like this you wish you had a traditional partner, but for whatever reason they've all been cut from the force and sent elsewhere. You had heard that many law enforcement jobs are being cut because of the shrinking economy and decreasing tax revenue. Many have been forced to take on two or three jobs just to make ends meet. No worries though, the media says there are special funds in place to help your type out with food and living expenses... They always have a good reason don't they? Sadly you're completely unaware that your funding was cut much earlier, such distractions don't seem important when surrounded by nearly indestructible eldritch beings. You drive around the city a bit more listening to the particularly grim news and hoping you'll come across some clue or something more to report other than "there were a whole lot of tentacles and nobody saw anything" but luck isn't on your side. The only tentacle you find has obviously been ripped off some statue as you come across a destroyed park. You get out and go search the surrounding streets but nothing turns up. It's like they just vanished into the night. Cities this large are quite accommodating like that, even when half of them have technically been annihilated. Time to report the lack of findings and head home. --- You wake up late in the day, and judging by the light stabilizing outside your window it's well into the afternoon. Your head is throbbing and stomach is making up for its earlier displeasure with intense hunger pangs. In fact all of your previous wounds are crying out in pain and you can only imagine your cracked skull isn't too happy with you either. --- After a long drawn out affair of getting to your feet and making sure everything still works, you begin the task of healing up. As per usual, your magic makes the process much easier and sometimes you almost believe you don't need that superhero protein stuff at all. Well not yet at least. There's still the matter of blood poisoning lurking in the back of your mind. You realize now that it would be better to get bitten by a thousand more vampires than to receive just one bite from an infected going forward. Guess you're going to have to be extra careful when fighting them in the future, which seems pretty pointless at this point given their eventual escape or death at the hands of the GOI's. Popping the last of your energy drink, you start trawling forums and media looking for updates. You're in luck, it seems that the main news station of the city has an actual camera man embedded with the militia occupying the zone. To think, you used to take such convenience for granted, now you'd be happy if you could get more than three broadcasts a week. The zone is in surprisingly good condition considering everything. The Green-Chain Gala really did a number on the bulk of the creatures dwelling underground, and once they were gone the militia had an easier time of mopping up. Still, losses were considerable as about a third of the city had been covered in twisting caverns and alien architecture before being collapsed by explosives. There's nothing new to be seen here you think to yourself as you flick from view to view. That is, until you notice a camera displaying a view of a very familiar building. You had passed it several times during your travels as it currently was the closest establishment to the underground tunnels. The Icon Bar and Hostel You call up the headline attached to the footage "Guard slain in Werewolf attack" You can't believe it. Your guard from last night, the one who spared your life, was slain last night. The news footage wasn't very specific in identifying the victim, but a prominently placed Badge helps confirm your fears all the same. Your speechless for a few moments as you come to grips with yet another person snuffed out just beside you. Hell, if the man hadn't invited you in out of kindness last night, that very blade that took his life may have very well snuck into your own back as well. Your mind begins to wander as you do not want to ponder your recent string of tragedies... -- Last Seed, 17th, 4E 202 -- You wake groggily to yet another dreary day on the road. You stare upward at the stalactites overhead as your thoughts wander back to your painful childhood. You spent many nights curled up in mineshafts like this one, or huddled near stones wrapped only in your threadbare clothing to fend off the bitter canyon winds. Your memories, few and scattered as they are, often concern situations just like this; alone and huddled for warmth. Circling birds of prey high above are your first indication that something is amiss. That, and the fact that the rocks above seem to be moving endlessly across your field of vision. You blink and shake your head minutely to dispel the illusion, but movement above persists, growing ever closer with every second that passes. You dart your gaze back and forth across the rocky tunnel entrance looking for answers. There has been nofollowing you for quite some time now. In fact, haven't seen another soul since you entered the canyon. What you have seen are great snaking lengths of roots stabbing through the canyon floor throughout your trek, Sometimes spanning entire caverns, other times stretching only a few feet...and on occasion they seem to grow right below where you lay sleeping.This is especially disconcerting because roots mean trees, and trees don't grow in canyons...or at least not anymore. You're not quite sure what to make of all this, but one thing's for certain...something'mess with your head.Ever since you set out on this fool's errand your instincts have beenencountered anything even resembling another person, yet you still feel like you're somehow being tracked. Like some sinister intelligence is peering through your mind, sifting and sorting through your thoughts for information. You are snapped out of your internal musings by the sound of a heavy thud beside you. Looking over you see that a dusty leather bindle has materialized next to you on the canyon floor, right where your head had been laying moments before. You delicately reach out and flip open the coverings., and then prepare yourself for whatever may come. You're not quite sure what to expect, but from all accounts you've heard it probably won't be pleasant... Shadows and swirling darkness consumes your vision as you peer into the open tome. You feel yourself being drawn in against your will, consciousness and selfhood gradually eroding like sand slipping through the cracks of your fingers... You awaken within the dark leather tome, staring out at a strange cross stitch pattern on the cover. It's so very pretty...soothing, even. Like lush green grass and cascading waterfalls...or maybe it's someone calling out your name? Maybe you should answer? Suddenly, a small gap in the stitching brightens and widens enough for you to peer through. Beyond you see that the leather book sits in the middle of a desert canyon...the same one you've been lost in for the past few days. You than notice another human shape in the distance...and they're holding a gun and pointing it right at you! You're in the clutches of a bakemono! A trap! The book is some sort of demonic lure, and now it's too late to escape. The shot rings out and your vision tilts sideways as you're knocked back... Only to fall on soft sand and realize it was all in your mind. A dream spell placed within the tome by the foul creatures. You steady yourself and close the book once more, check your belongings to make sure they're all still there, and reload your flintlock. "Hope those demons are ready for the exterminator," you mutter to yourself as smolder away with righteous vengeance fresh in your mind. That was an hour ago and you haven't run into any more demons yet...in fact, you haven't even left the canyon. Just rock walls on one side and a sheer drop to a rushing stream below on the other. The skies begun to darken though so you'd better find shelter soon...if there are any demons in these canyons, you're going to have to hold up and fight them in the morning. You carefully climb up to the top of the ridgeline and study the surrounding area for any signs of movement. The land beyond the canyon actually looks fairly hospitable; rolling plains speckled with patches of trees, and even a small cliffside village not too far off...but there's no guarantee that it isn't occupied by a whole horde of demons. Something catches your eye on the ridge opposite you and momentarily forgets all about the potential shelter down below. 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Any other conversations that Jay and La have? Also out of curiosity, if La ever had a child or multiple, what or would be like with Jay? Rivals? If it is a girl, potential mates? Though La might want one more beefy for her daughter, like Tarzan despite the unfortunate implications of her being attracted to said son in law? Just general Leapordmen and cobras headcanons?

“Tellme, Jay, what makes a ruler?” La asked.

Jaybrightened up. “Oh, that’s easy, my queen: gold!”

La’sexpression remained neutral. “And why do you say that?”

“Becauseit’s the Golden Rule, your highness: ‘Whoever has the most goldmakes the rules.’”

“I’massuming you learned that from your father?” La asked, her lipcurling into a smirk.

“Suredid, Top Cat!” Jay chirped. “My dad knows lots of things.”

“Falsehoods,sweet lies, and manipulation, evidently…” La hummed. “Tell me,Jay, have you ever questioned if it’s really gold that makessomeone powerful?”

Jayblinked. He paused for a moment before he replied, “No, my queen.”

Lagestured away from their cliff-side camp, to the vast expanse of theIsle’s badlands before them.

Jaylooked: it was quiet that night, their usual prey still carefullydarting between the twisted trees, the cracks in the ground, and thefetid swamps, that lull in between the almost festive preparationsfor a hunt, and the moment where chasing down their prey and slayingthem was an imminent reality.

“Whatdo you see out there, Jay? And to be clear, I’m not asking if yousee animals. Just describe to me where you are.”

“Uh…it’s just the wilderness around us, your highness?” Jay replied,unsure.

“Andin this purest form of living, stripped of all the concrete, theluxury, and the arbitrary rules that govern the other side of theIsle, what do you think grants an animal the ultimate power, theability to decide who lives or dies?”

Jaythought for a moment. “… Strength, your highness. The fiercest,strongest, smartest predators rule the land, like Scar did.”

“Precisely,”La replied. “Long ago, before I was exiled to this forsaken land ofdeath, misery, and belly-aching weaklings like the man it painsme to say was my former lover and is your father, I was just anothergirl of the Waziri.

“Theydid not treat me like they do now: I had no power then, I was justanother pawn in their tribe, assisting the matriarchs with theplanting, the foraging, and the rituals for their religion, uselessceremonies that would only bring them a false sense of peace andcomfort.

“Theydid not use and abuse me as a mere commodity, a slave to the whims ofmen, a means to produce heirs and have someone willing to care forthem without pay, like the women from Agrabah tell me, but I wasstill trapped at the bottom, to follow the whims of those thatsupposedly knew better than me and were deserving of the power theyhad been given.

“Ilearned many things in that time.

“Ilearned that rulers will oftentimes swath themselves in lavish fursand glimmering jewels, to hide their ugliness and their weakness,make it so that the masses will worship them like an animal isfascinated by a glass bauble shining in the sun.

“Ilearned that they will oftentimes flaunt their gold, their lineage,and perform all manner of ritual to keep up the belief that they arepowerful, they are intelligent, they are the rightful heads of thetribe.

“Ilearned that when war time comes, when your tribe’s warriors falteragainst the enemies, all those furs and jewels will mean nothingif you have not the strength to fend off enemies, keep them fromlooting all your valuables from your cooling corpse, enslave thesurvivors, and set fire to your village.

“Whenwe all first arrived in this hellhole, by prison boat or the magicthat brought us back from the void, we had nothing but the clothes onour back and what little ‘mercy’ that tyrant Beast afforded us.There were many businesspeople, traders, and monarchs who quickly setup shop long before your father did, brought themselves out ofcomplete bankruptcy and what passes for prosperity here.

“Theythought they could single-handedly bring some form of government tothis land, make a society that had all the laws, power structures,and gullible work forces that let them thrive in their lives beforethe Isle.

“Asthey would all quickly realize, however, this is not a land governedby the laws of men, this is a land governed by the laws ofnature—among them, that the strongest survive, and the weakest dieout.”

“Notto say you’re wrong, your highness, but I know plenty of weaklingsback home,” Jay said.

Lahuffed. “And who protects them, Jay? Who is the great ruler thatall those mongrels look up to, that they kneel before withoutquestion, whom they serve for the promise being protected from theirenemies and her wrath?

“Doesthe head atop that farce you call your home rule because she has themost gold? Or because she has the most strength, that insidious mindof hers, coupled with the army of brutes and lieutenants she commandswhen it comes time to finally take arms?

“Dothey worship the glimmer of gold? Or do they fear death and misery?”

Itwas silent at their camp for a long while, but for the obnoxioussnoring of their fellow hunters, long since tuned out.

“I…I never really thought of it like that, your highness…” Jaymuttered.

“Questioneverything you know to be true, Jay,” La said. “There are manyfools tricking others into thinking they are wise, and worse yetfools who think themselves to be wise. Just because someone in powerhas told you ‘This is the way things are, and will always be’does not mean that they are, and you should always think and find outthe truth for yourself.

“Thosethat simply follow the leader are like the weaklings floundering andfighting over the scraps in that concrete disgrace yonder,” Lasaid, pointing to the silhouettes of the concrete skyscrapers,castles, and long-abandoned construction equipment on the horizon.

“Thosethat think for themselves thrive,” she hummed, pointing at herself.“And before you ask, Jay: that includes my own words.”

Jaypaused for a moment, uneasy. “… Dad never likes it when Iquestion what he says, Top Cat.”

“Wellyour father is an idiot, and a dangerous one, for hewants to keep you too stupid to ever realize you can decide foryourself,” La spat. “And if this bothers you so much, askyourself: why does it pain you like a sharp rock lodged inyour foot?

“Becauseit is a lie that demonizes your father? Or because you don’t wantto face the truth that he is a devil, working for no one buthimself?”

Shetapped her forehead. “This is our greatest weapon against thewilds, Jay, what elevates us from mere animals into the rulers ofthis land. Use it wisely to outsmart your foes and rise above yourbasest instincts, or be like prey, following the herd and waiting tobe slaughtered by predators.”

Oneof their look-outs on the other side called out—suitable prey hadbeen spotted, and it was time for the hunt to truly begin.

La’swords were pushed from the front his mind as Jay armed himself,received his orders from the leader of this pack, and got ready totrack down their dinner.

Butstill, the words lingered, in some deep part of his brain where theywould never truly be forgotten.

NefertitiAKA “Nefcy,” Former Princess of the Badlands

Nefertitiwas born from one of La’s infamous, short-lived flings, and one ofthe few on the Isle where the male proved himself to be so strong (oralternatively, so incredibly desperate, masochistic, and/or idiotic)that he managed to meet her standards for a consort who would havethe honour of giving her a child.

Greatcelebration was made when the Princess of the Lost Lands was born,her parents dreaming of the proud, powerful warrior woman this littlegirl would grow up to be—she was even named after one of thegreatest queens of Egypt from La’s home continent of Africa.

Soit was to the Queen of the Wild’s disappointment and her consort’shumiliation and subsequent exile that Nefcy could not keep pace withprey let alone kill it, defend herself, nor even shout at the top ofher lungs without quickly running out of breath.

Inthe hopes that her body would eventually grow to match her fieryspirit, she was kept on as the sole heir to La’s kingdom, untilpuberty came and it seemed like she would forever remain stuck at thetribe’s main camp, overseeing the day-to-day operations, tending tothe sick and injured, and crafting and repairing weapons.

Shevoluntarily forsook her inheritance, and with great regret, Queen Laonce more began her search for a suitable consort for which toproduce her successor before what remains of the magic that keeps herlong-lived and young finally gives out.

Whenthe Auradon “Children of Islander Rescue and RehabilitationInitiative” expanded and selected her among other “wildchildren,” she quickly found a new home as the Dragoneer forAuradon Prep’s newly created all-female Tourney team, the FightingLady Knights, along with a bizarre friendship of sorts with herfellow VKs Carlos and Jay.

Thoughthe Tourney field is not the battlefield she dreamed of fighting in,for once, it is nice to hear praise and the roar of the crowdsinstead of heavy sighs of her mother, and moans of suffering andclaims of “working too slow” from her former tribesmen.

Laactually stops chasing after Tarzan after the Isle restrictionsloosen, they get more channels/internet access, and she starts toread about all the things that have happened to him in the meanwhile.

Shefeels that, like Maleficent, Tarzan has let himself go, as eventhough his jungle hasn’t become as modernized and westernized asNeverland has been (for reference, it’s basically become aFloridian tropical tourist trap/luxury isle), she does not appreciatethe fact that he’s so keen on delegating the tasks of defending andcaring for the wildlife and the jungle to the researchers, rangers,and preservationists who work there full time.

Heis still muscular, acrobatic, and dangerous if provoked in a fight,but it takes more than just physical prowess to make a true warrior,there is also the matter of spirit; she feels that he has grown farsofter than he ever was before, and seeing what became of the childhe produced with Jane makes her question her initial assessment,Before Great Uniting.

… Thataside, she will never forgive him for ever willingly signing up forAuradonian Ninja Warrior, even if he DID win his first run and becomeone of the first champions alongside Mulan, Phoebus, and Merida.

If,for whatever reason she is released from the Isle and put on parole,I can imagine herself making a new home for herself in the RoyalGuard, serving as one of their new (and most unforgiving) drillsergeants, specializing in outdoor survival and worst-case scenario,“all hell is breaking loose” combat and riot control to deal withthe changing, increasingly violent and chaotic streets of Auradon asmore VKs and eventually adult, reformed Islanders are released intoAuradon.

Benlikely isn’t going to keep the Isle going as it is for the entiretyof his rule, though I do theorize he might just be taking steps tomake it more humane, like a constant presence of Royal Guards andheavily guarded infrastructure to prevent the locals from sabotagingor monopolizing it like they did during the Great Isle War.

Inthe latter case, she’ll likely be in charge of guarding andprotecting the wilderness, organizing hunts to make sure that theresidents don’t hunt the deer, antelope, rabbits, and otherassorted prey animals to extinction.