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dr3amfyr-e · 6 months ago

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brat. - j.v. ( w. 4.5k )

꒰ in which the boy you see every summer enrolls in the same university as you. ꒱ — modern!jacaerys velayron x reader

୨ ⎯ i cannot stress enough, football means ⚽️ not 🏈. childhood-friends-to-lovers, but you have to get through my 2000 word psychoanalysis and backstory first. light angst. mention of the death of a parent. lots and lots of talk about the velaryon-targaryen-hightower family dynamic. light make out action. reader's family is implied to be wealthy enough to have a summer home. almost everyone lives au. set in the uk, not westeros. omitted daemon rhaenyra marriage because there’s no way to to make it even semi-normal. realizing now i omitted daemon entirely erm sorry. pushing the laenor agenda bc he’s my favorite character. this is abhorently long. extreme overuse of the em-dash. uhh the perspective is wonky in a few places. part two. ⎯ ୧

i had to write this twice. i'm offering this to you with shaking hands, like a peasent child begging for coins. i may write a part two because i have more to say, but i don't want to figure it out rn.

On the cold January morning that Jacaerys Velaryon-Targaryen was born, the media went into a frenzy.

The Targaryens were old money, their fortune rooted a century back in good investments. Historically adept at finding their way into things, the empire had a string to pull in every industry. From art and law to technology and shipping, if business prospects looked good there would be a Targaryen investment.

And then there were the dogs — regal greyhounds, with long, thin bodies and sleek coats. The Targaryens bred them as far back as bloodline records went. The pups were never for sale; sometimes they were used as show dogs, and successful show dogs they were, but more often they were pets. It was a status symbol, to nonchalantly own such a coveted creature.

The Targaryens were idolized in the public eye. They were all stunning, with sharp features and silver hair, and each member of the family seemed to possess a Midas touch. But, where Valyrian blood ran hot, so did the press. It was no surprise when magazines started to turn a profit from silver heads plastered across their glossy covers. It was the price that came with God-like aristocracy.

From editorials to gossip columns, people devoured the insider life of the untouchables. When Aemma Targaryen died, there was a four-page spread in nearly every magazine; complete with pictures and quotes. Business papers filled with opinion pieces about Rhaenyra’s inheritance claim to her family’s empire; magazines exploded with the announcement of her engagement to Laenor Velaryon, and subsequently Viserys’ marriage to Alicent Hightower, the daughter of his lawyer.

When Jacaerys was born, reporters lined up outside of the hospital doors. There were cameras and microphones and crew trucks, and Rhaenyra hated it. It wasn’t the way she wished to welcome her child into the world — swarmed by people who didn’t know nor care for him.

Laenor had always been good at navigating the attention, and Rhaenyra was constantly grateful. So, when he pulled his gaze from the babe and steeled himself to deal with the onslaught of reporters outside, tears pricked at her eyes. Appreciation, exhaustion, adoration? She couldn’t be sure.

Looking down at her son, she thought, he’s perfect. He had a smattering of dark hair, and he was quiet but not concerningly so. Wispy lashes fell upon his cherub cheeks, and when he eventually blinked up at her his eyes were dark. He looked nothing like her — she didn’t care.

She refused to talk to anyone outside of her family, and had the curtains in her private room drawn. To expose her son, her heart, to the prying eyes of the bored masses with nary a care for his well-being was a nightmare. She wouldn’t have him exploited.

At the time of Jacaerys’ birth, she and Laenor had been married for a little over a year. Laenor’s father, Corlys, managed the bulk of the import and export for Viserys’ company. Corlys was a good man, he hadn’t dreamed of marrying his son off. But Laenor and Rhaenyra were both in the same impossible situation: the wiles of youth mixed with the ever critical public.

They had both fallen into scandalous relationships, both preyed on by paparazzi. If they married one another, it would save face for both of their families. Plus — both being the eldest and heir, this would clear the expectation of a dignified marriage. They agreed to leave each other to whatever youthful fun they wanted to have, as long as everything was discreet.

Both the Velaryons and the Targaryens kept a summer home in Dragonstone, a private community in coastal Wales. It was the perfect place for Rhaenyra and Laenor to begin their life — far from her father, close to his parents, and out of the line of sight for any nosy journalist.

The public eye had looked to other things by the time Lucerys was born, two years later. Again, Laenor dealt with the small gathering of reporters with the utmost grace, and Rhaenyra submitted a written statement.

Alicent divorced Viserys that same year.

As she watched her boys grow up, full of energy and life, Rhaenyra thought, there was no one better to parent with than her best friend — a title Laenor had rightfully earned. They hadn’t had much choice in knowing each other, and they certainly would never have chosen to be married, but he made a bearable roommate. They had things in common; they liked the same music, and the same men. They drank the same wine and frequented the same restaurants. And, they both loved their boys.

As Jace and Luke grew up, they found the best company in each other — the school in Dragonstone was so small, though, that there were very few other options. They both played on the school’s small football team, and Jace took piano lessons while Luke learned to fence. Where Jace was driven by emotion, Luke was level-headed; where Luke was cautiously quiet, Jace spoke his mind. It was an ideal childhood, the Welsh coast was an idyllic backdrop to grow up upon, with the sea in their backyard.

They were ten and eight when Joffrey was born, both excited for their new brother. Their mother brought him home, bundled in a soft red blanket. The boys sat on the couch beside Rhaenys and stared at him for upwards of an hour.

Hardly a week had passed when Harwin Strong died. He was a family friend, a frequent presence in their home and life — Jace and Luke had been upset by this, of course.

In time they came to understand the situation fully. Jacaerys first, fitting the pieces together with the evidence he found in the mirror. Neither Rhaenyra nor Laenor had dark hair, like he and his brothers.

His matriline was uncontestable though, as he grew into himself. He possessed the same nose, jaw, brow, and high cheekbones that Rhaenyra wore. The comparisons between the two became more frequent as he grew older, and he found himself to be quite proud to look like her.

Her attitude lived in him as well, the temperament she had been so notorious for as a girl festered in her eldest son. She had once been christened ‘The Princess of Dragonstone’ after flipping off a reporter at their summer home. Jacearys earned it for himself when he was fifteen, after loudly berating a reporter. He had been defending Luke, but no one seemed to care when they deigned him ‘The Prince of Dragonstone’. He took it with grace, claiming that he couldn’t help but be his mother’s child.

It instilled a sense of public propriety he strove to uphold.

Rhaenyra remarried the same year — to Alicent Hightower — and moved her children from Wales to London. It took a while to adjust to the new life — Jace liked his new school, but he detested his step-brothers. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t come around to the idea of living with Aemond and Aegon, who took so much pleasure in making he and his brothers miserable.

After the first month, Jacaerys fell in brilliantly. He performed well in school, quickly being enrolled in the advanced literature and history courses. He got on well with his peers, and made a number of friends. He joined the football team and spent his Sunday afternoons learning piano concertos.

Living in London made him a more publicly prominent figure in his family's legacy. He knew how to play his role as heir; he carried himself perfectly — confident and charming and elegant. He didn’t particularly like being in the public eye, but there was a certain sense of satisfaction when he did something to receive positive public attention.

King’s Landing, much like where he had grown up, was a community reserved for the upper echelon. Situated in Northwest London, and surrounded by wrought iron gates, it was regal and dignified. The house had high, vaulted ceilings, large stained glass windows, and more than enough bedrooms. It rained more, Jacaerys noticed in the first month. When it had rained in Dragonstone he would watch the droplets bounce off the sea, where it lapped at the sandy bay. Here the rain splattered unceremoniously upon the pavement.

For as wonderful as life in London had turned out, Jacaerys found himself longing for what was left behind in Dragonstone. Laenor lived there still, and while he called often and visited as much as he could, it wasn’t the same. Jace’s childhood bedroom remained, along with all of the memories in the house he grew up in. And his friends. There was an assortment of people he only saw between late May and early September; the children of the other seasonal residents. The number had dwindled in years past, with fewer of them returning for break — favouring more interesting places, like Ibiza or Rome, as they got older.

Far too few of his childhood friends he kept in contact with, especially after the move to London. You were the exception.

He was grateful, on days when it stormed in London, to receive a silly text or too-long voice note. It made things feel less dull — you had a way of doing that.

He took to reading theory around the time he turned seventeen. It’s queer theory, at the suggestion of his cousin Baela, who lent him his first Judith Butler book. He finished it that weekend.

His aunt Laena and her two daughters lived in London, and Jace found a close comrade in Baela. She played competitive tennis and listened to riot grrrl, she was much cooler than him and he knew it. Her bedroom held two massive bookshelves, and she let him pillage her collection for De Bouvier and Didion and Gay. Hours were spent lying across the floor in Laena’s house, studying, or reading, or talking. He enjoyed Baela’s company more than any of his school friends, favouring anything with her over anything with the boys from his football team.

His youngest sister, Visenya, turned one around the same time. Baela, staying with Jacaerys while he babysat one night, inducted him into the eldest daughter club.

“You’re so keen on driving your siblings around, and taking care of them. Plus, aren’t you your mother’s closest confidant?” She asked.

True, Jace supposed. He was the oldest of Rhaenyra’s children, and the most responsible of his brothers and step-siblings. His mums both worked full time, they were busy but as involved as possible. Jace just did the menial things. He made Joffrey breakfast, picked Luke up after school, and watched Visenya when necessary. He didn’t mind.

Baela argued that he should mind.

He had been a sensitive child, more so than his brothers, but it made him incredibly emotionally adept as he aged. So many boys his age prided themselves on stoicism, but that was never something Jace felt connected to. He always felt things too deeply to bottle them up — it accounted for the occasional temper that flared up when he was upset, but also how empathetic and kind he was.

Jacearys was set to graduate with honours in the first week of May. It was three months before when college acceptance letters began to appear in the mail. He had applied to a number of places, and been accepted everywhere. The University of the Vale was where his hopes hinged though.

Just after Valentine's Day, it showed up. The envelope was wide and stuffed full, and sealed with a wax stamp. His acceptance letter was on the very top of the stack of papers — the thick paper heavy in his hands, as he admired the blue printed border and silver flocking.

Rhaenrya sorted through the informational packets while Jace reread the letter. Part of him couldn’t believe it was real.

He sends you a picture of the letter, and you respond in kind with one of an identical nature.

You hadn’t planned to go to the same university, but it certainly was a happy coincidence.

After graduation, he was beyond excited for the reprieve that Dragonstone granted. The promise of early morning hikes, and evenings spent on the beach — the once empty house, full of life and bustling with bodies.

You were the first thing Jacaerys thought to look for when he set his bags down in the summer home.

It was late May, and you were guaranteed to be out of school. I’ll text after I unpack, he thought, pulling clothes and books from his suitcase.

His room in Dragonstone had once been his childhood bedroom. The walls were a warm tone of white, and the small bed was still covered with his blue and white checkered duvet. Piano scales and pictures of his brothers and friends adorn the walls. There was a soccer trophy on the back edge of his desk, something he had won when he was eleven. It was stuffy from nine months of stagnance, but familiar all the same.

He pushed the curtains back from the window to let sunlight filter into the dusty room, gazing down at the beach, when he spotted your figure. He was quick to rush downstairs, out the backdoor, and across the stone path that leads from the patio to the beach. He greets you with a call of your name and a tight hug, sunglasses perched atop his head and linen shirt half buttoned.

It had been a year since he’d last seen you. You had kept in touch during the school year; Jace favoured Snapchat and FaceTime, delighted with the pleasure of seeing the mundane things you were up to. There was a nearly constant text thread, and voice memos passed back and forth. But, it all paled in comparison to physical company.

He abandoned his housekeeping duties, keen to sit on the beach and talk. And you did so for hours, about everything and nothing. He tells you about his last year of school and listens as you do the same. When the sun dipped past the treeline, he leaned back on his elbows, watching the water crest on the sand. He felt more at ease than he had in a while, enraptured by the ease of your presence. The conversation flowed, there were no awkward lulls and no pressure to talk about something dignified. It was comforting to be so close to someone who didn’t see much of his life in London — you knew the best version of him.

Your friendship had always felt like that, from a young age. On days that smelled of sunscreen and sea salt in his mind, you would meet in the mornings and depart past dark and then do it again the next day, never tiring of each other. Your parents knew his, so you had always been welcome in his home — invited or not. You had shared a bed during sleepovers, drunk from the same cup, and fallen asleep on the couch during movie nights countless times. Quick glances and imperceptible expressions were a language you communicated in, reading each other without words. In your presence, Jace was the most comfortable.

The summer slipped away as it always did, taking long nights and leaving memories of sand and sunshine. The days were ambled away in the water, on rocky hiking paths, or in the meadow that sat a mile away from all of the homes.

Jace had started The Hobbit before school ended — most days he found himself sprawled out in the park or on the beach, reading. He had also taken to running with his dog, Vermax, in the mornings. He relied on the serotonin boost to start the day, and with no football to play a jog was a decent alternative.

When the summer drew to a close, the typical melancholy that befell the return to the real world wasn’t present in Jace’s mind. He presumed it had everything to do with the fact that he would see you every day now

You have one college class together — a nine a.m. medieval literature discussion.

Clinging to familiarity in the new environment, he glued himself to your side for the first week of classes. He memorized the way to your dorm, meeting you outside every morning to walk together to your first lessons. The meandering conversation was a good start to the day, and he silently relished in your tired eyes and quiet voice, not yet used to the early schedule.

On Friday he all but begged you to come back to his dorm after the discussion; it was your only class that day so you had given in. You hadn’t seen his living quarters yet, and he wanted to spend time with you, worried for when your schedules would fill up and you would lose room for each other.

The discussion had been mind-numbing. You reviewed the same syllabus as the lecture, and went over the same rules and policies as every other class. With the thirty-five minutes remaining, the teaching assistant made everyone watch an incredibly monotone video about the history of medieval England.

Jace linked his arm into yours in the hallway after class, pulling you to the doors. The cool morning air was refreshing, waking you up more as you walked across campus. His dorm building was new and modern, seventeen floors with grey siding and big windows. It was private housing, clearly expensive.

He had a single room with an adjoining bathroom and a small common space. The walls were typical dorm white, with laminate wood flooring. Joffrey’s school photo is hung on one wall, the frame clearly decorated by the child with glitter and string. Scattered across the other walls were photographs in thin silver frames, a large world map, a clock, and a cross-stitch of a rainbow stag beetle.

Sitting on the couch, you observed the unframed photos that lay across the coffee table, inspecting a leggy grey dog as you plucked it from the pile, “Who is this?”

Jace leaned into your side, gazing at the photo, “My mum’s dog, Syrax,” He reached over you to tap the picture, “Syrax is my dog’s mum.”

He slipped his hand into yours as you walked with him to his second class of the day.

In the third week of school, Jace asks you to attend a mixer for a pre-law society with him. He doesn't know anyone, and doesn't want to be alone at the party. You meet at his dorm at a quarter-to-six so you can walk to the event together.

The dress-code is emi-formal, and when he opens the door to you his hair is slicked back with water and he smells like his cologne — musk, sandalwood, and amber.

“Are your clothes pressed?” You ask, grinning at his freshly ironed slacks and the three buttons undone on his shirt.

He rolls his eyes, locking the door behind him as he escorts you down the hallway. The walls of the elevator in his dorm are mirrored, and you laugh at him when you catch him taking pictures of himself. He makes you take one with him, and sets it as his lock screen.

The mixer was in the dean of law’s massive house, buzzing with young people in smart outfits. Jace abandons you about fifteen minutes in, spotting a group of poli sci majors from his social psychology class.

From his childhood spent between galas and his mother’s business meetings, Jace was good at navigating these situations. He was charming, leveling the professors with charismatic smiles and confident posture. He was good at holding an intelligent conversation, discussing theory and strategy.

You were on the patio, watching the stars, when he found you an hour later.

His arms brushed yours as he leaned against the railing, “Sorry for leaving you,” His voice was quiet, and he stared at your profile, watching the way the moonlight illuminated your skin.

You wave his apology off and make him buy you coffee in recompense on the way home.

You’re stood talking together on the quadrangle a few weeks later, a cup of hot chocolate warming your mitten-less hands, when you realise just how cold it’s gotten. It's just too cold for the thin jacket that you try to sink further into, hiding from the wind that bites at your delicate skin.

Jace watches you shiver, observing your lack of appropriate attire.

“Are you cold?” He asks, reaching out to run his hands up and down your arms, half to warm you, half to gauge how thick your jacket is. Not very.

You nod, “I didn’t check the weather this morning.”

He sighs with exaggerated exasperation and slides his arms around you, careful of the paper cup you held. Of course, he’s worn the right coat, and you feel the downy material of his hood against your cheek as he rubs your back to generate some warmth. You smell the cologne on his collar and the expensive shampoo he uses; he grumbled something about taking better care of yourself.

Then, one particularly cold Friday morning he has forgotten his coat. Dressed in a hoodie, he mirrors your excuse from the week prior, smiling sheepishly — face flushed from the chilly air, dark curls blowing around his head like a halo. You take pity on him, slipping your scarf off. You loop it around his neck, tucking the ends down into the collar of his sweater, and leave him with a fond peck on the cheek; his skin is cold.

He's appreciative, though the scarf does little against the cold wind cutting through his sweater. Still, he doesn't give the scarf back.

With the cold, comes midterms. You’re the first person Jace asks to study.

Your dorm room is closer to the central part of campus, and thus a shorter walk in the bitter cold. Jace brushes snow out of his hair as you unlock your door, ushering him inside. It's small. Two twin-sized beds, one on each wall, with nary enough room for two bodies between them; a desk is crammed into the small space between your bed and the window. You let him take the desk, spreading your books and notes out across your bed.

Your dorm is old, and the room has very little ventilation. Despite the frigidity outside, the room is stuffy and almost hot with both of your bodies inside. An hour into studying Jace shrugs off his heavy, knit sweater and pushes his glasses up into his hair.

“What are you working on?” You ask, leaning forward. You’re bored, working on the same power point you started yesterday. You want to talk to him, though he doesn’t seem keen on the idea

He doesn’t look up from typing as he speaks, “Analysing The Art of War.”

You shut your laptop, bent on distracting him, “The book?”

He nods but doesn’t give a verbal response.

“Who's that by?” You ask, fighting to suppress a grin

This time he does look up, glaring at you over his glasses, “Sun Tzu.”

His tone is short, but it's amusing to annoy him so you grin, suppressing a giggle, “Sounds very interesting.”

“What do you want?” He asks after a beat, still holding your gaze.

You shrug, “Nothing. I’m bored,”

The next time you study is even less productive, school work discarded on his floor in a matter of minutes.

“We can’t be trusted to work together,” He tells you, watching as you calculate his astrological chart, geometry homework forgotten.

You attend your first college party together in November. When you arrive at his dorm, he’s dressed much more casually than normal.

You reach out to tug at the thin silver chain peeking out from his shirt collar, “This is fun,” You tease, giggling, “Aiming to impress tonight?”

He rolls his eyes in mock-offence, turning you around by the shoulders to shove you out of the doorframe.

The lights in the house are dim, and they strobe slowly through different colours. It’s too dark and too bright all at once. The music is almost unbearably loud and people are packed in like sardines, it’s all incredibly overstimulating.

When he senses your unease, Jace takes your hand, pulling you tight against your side to lead you through the throng of bodies. He’s looking for someone, but you’re unsure who, and he canvases the whole space before giving up on finding them.

The backyard of the house is quieter, but the ground still vibrates from the bass of the music. People are scattered about, smoking cigarettes and sipping from bottles of cheap beer.

You both learn what Jell-O shots are, and make out in the bathroom back at his dorm. It’s not the first time you’d kissed each other, trying it a few times in your adolescence just to see what it was like. But this is different, tipsy and sloppy, as you giggle into his mouth.

It's forgotten in the morning, when you wake up in his bed still dressed in your going-out clothes, head pounding.

But then it happens again, the week before finals.

You had stayed at the library far too late studying, leaving the pair of you to walk back to his dorm in the dark. It's positively frigid, cold December air whipping snow into your face.

There are still snowflakes in your hair as you shed the thick coat you’re wearing, pulling off your gloves and hat.

There's a bottle of wine in Jace’s freezer, left by Aegon the weekend before. It's expensive and rich and red, and Aegon would likely skin you if he found out you were drinking it — but, that's part of the fun. There's a baking show on the small television, and you’re curled into Jace’s side to steal some of the warmth from his body.

When the program lulls he brings his hand to your hair, combing through the tangled strands. You pay it little mind, leaning into his touch as you watch a contestant on-screen whip macaron batter. His fingers slide down to your jaw, turning your head so your eyes meet his. He’s studying your face, cheeks flushed from the wine or the cold.

The attention is odd, and you giggle nervously under his gaze. His hands come to cradle your jaw as he leans towards you, nose brushing yours. The air is charged with an unusual tension, his mouth a breath away from yours.

When he kisses you, he’s slow and gentle, his whole body angled into yours. Everything feels warm, a welcome contrast to the weather outside, and you chalk it up to the glasses of wine coursing through your bloodstream.

It's pleasant, different from times past; this certainly doesn’t feel like an innocent, experimental kiss. It's heated, tinged with passion. He uses the placement of his hand to ease your jaw open, tongue sliding slowly into your mouth.

There's a vibe, something you hadn’t felt before with him. It's communicated through the gentle touch of his hands, and how his breath hitches when you kiss him back with the same sort of force.

The moment is broken by the announcement of a winner on the television. His hands slide down, resting on your shoulders, pulling your frame into his.

You don’t talk about it afterwards.

#guys be honest can you tell that i work for a newspaper #column ☝️🤓 editorial ☝️🤓#i wrote a whole 4000 word draft and fucked the perspective so badly i had to rewrite the entire thing #this actually kind of cooked me tbh #pls dont base my merit as a writer on this fanfic that i wrote in the car and also in a public bathroom in the suburbs of chicago #HONESTLY i'm not really a modern au enjoyer but this is eating my brain so it needs to get out into the universe #i got locked into a public bathroom while writing this btw #𖦹｡⋆ jace #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys targaryen #jacaerys x reader #hotd jacaerys #prince jacaerys

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crematedcow · 1 year ago

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She couldn't simply surrender what had been the very essence of her life, the one thing that no one was supposed to have the power to take away from her. Her freedom? Nobody was acutally free. Her love? She could find a way to cope with it. Her child? A heart-wrenching sacrifice, but she could endure it. Yet, this vital part of her, this very core of her being – she would never allow anyone to snatch it away.

And that marked the tale of a parasite.

Of a Patron and Its Chains is a 18+ interactive fiction in a fantasy and steampunk setting inspired by the worlds of The Witcher Series and Fullmetal Alchemist. You are a seasoned hunter tasked with tracking and eliminating dangerous supernatural threats. However, your story takes a turn when you decide to become also a pactbearer.

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be a hunter that kills monsters or embroils into unwanted drama

fully customizable mc from appearance, pronouns and personality

several sidequests to develop your skills as a hunter (includes: Possession, Witches, Ancient Beasts and more)

a beastiarium with further information to every creature you meet on the way

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a cryptic voice inside your head that occasionally breaks the fourth wall

meet the other pactbearers and their patrons and decide what relationship you want to have with them

choose what animal-form your patron is going to have

a total of six companions (including your patron) who will be with you a majority of your journey

all of them are romancable, plus a hidden romance option for those who can be patient

lots of parental issues!

figure out the truth of your world, or fail to do so - there is no right or wrong

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DEMO TBA

CURRENT WORD COUNT: 21000+

but nothing demo ready yet

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Within the illustrious court of the High Queen, there exists a figure of great repute: Lys, a distinguished servant renowned for their unparalleled ability to fulfill any given task. Their name has become synonymous with perfectionism, as they consistently meet and surpass the lofty expectations placed upon them. The mere mention of their name evokes awe and respect throughout the courtly corridors. Alas, despite their esteemed standing, Lys remains a figure of divisive sentiment. Whispers and murmurs abound among their colleagues, swirling in a ceaseless cycle of gossip. Tales of their rigid and occasionally insolent demeanor dominate these conversations, yet there is another facet that elicits both awe and envy in equal measure. Lys possesses an unparalleled loyalty to the High Queen, a level of devotion that others find almost unattainable. Yet, the reality surpasses the worst of these rumors. Lys' nature transcends the bounds of mere unpleasantness, particularly in their interactions with you. Adding fuel to the fire, they perceive you as a sort of rival, amplifying the tensions between you. One can only wonder if it is merely a facade in an attempt to hide their weakness or the reality of their identity.

✸ Holographic Entity "Holly" (F)

Holly, the Patron of Lys, assumes the guise of a long-haired housecat, but her true essence hails as a revolutionary from a distant reality, a realm of unparalleled advancement far beyond the scope of Vestria. For Holly, her presence in this foreign world feels akin to embarking on an elaborate holiday excursion plucked from the very pages of historical books she once heard of. Her insatiable curiosity serves as the driving force behind her existence, propelling her to seek new experiences and infusing every interaction with a buoyant energy that suggests no challenge is insurmountable. Unafraid to vocalize her thoughts and opinions, Holly fearlessly shares her insights, even when they clash with those of her companion, Lys, particularly when the subject of her candid musings centers around you. Or at least, that is the impression you choose to hold. Her unabashed honesty may lead some to believe that she is a simple, unassuming creature. However, the more time spent with Holly reveals that there is much more to her than meets the eye. After all, one cannot lead a revolution based solely on a smile and an unfiltered mouth.

✸ Elli Agilulf (M)

The Blessed Ones, the esteemed right and left hand of the Night Church, are figures known to all who have ventured beyond the confines of ignorance. Cloaked in an aura of mystery, their veiled faces lend an air of both authority and enigma. Among their ranks is Elli, who strives to embody the idealized image of a Blessed One. He adheres to a code of silence, speaking only when necessary and responding with a detached aloofness. True to form, he carries himself with an air of subtle intimidation. However, beneath his carefully crafted facade, Elli is easily rattled by even the slightest inconvenience or a quick-witted remark, his frustration and anger palpable despite his hidden face. He is short-tempered and stubborn, a nature that clashes with the expectations of his position. As a Blessed One, he is expected to be a mindless automaton, devoid of thoughts or personal desires, but Elli's mind is a swirling vortex of thoughts and emotions, overflowing with complexity. Perhaps it is this contradiction, this clash between his true nature and the expectations placed upon him, that makes Elli an actual enigma. You do feel yourself challenged when he decides that you are a criminal to-become.

✸ Irydion (F)

Irydion holds a perspective that challenges the notion of victory being achieved simply through diplomatic agreements and signed papers. To her, a war is not truly won until she has exacted revenge to those she deems responsible for the suffering inflicted upon her country. As a member of the militia, she is fueled by a desire to fight, her hands trembling with the power of her magic, ready to unleash it upon her enemies on the frontline. While others may perceive an undisturbed silence on the battlefield as a sign of these so called peacetimes, Irydion remains vigilant, recognizing it as a deceptive tactic used by the enemy to lure her into dropping her guard. Too bad she is always a step ahead of those who seek to harm her people! Her selfless dedication to protecting and caring for her fellow countrymen is unwavering, even if it means being seen as misguided or paranoid by those who don't fully understand her. Irydion's allies may acknowledge her kind-hearted nature, but they also recognize her single-minded determination and unwavering belief in the necessity of fighting back against an enemy that is just a shadow. Irydion does not care for these rumors, knowing that regardless of how many may stand against her, they will eventually come to understand the truth of her cause. She remains steadfast, believing that time will prove her right in the end. After all, you believe her… right?

✸ "Junius" (M)

Even as Irydion's patron, the line between their roles blurs, with Junius' approach to her and other humans carrying an arrogantly nonchalant air. His actions, delivered with ease and naturalness, ridicule or charm one without noticing. With a mere lazy wink or a mockish bow, he effortlessly asserts a sense of superiority, deliberately refraining from putting genuine meaning or depth in his antics. Maintaining an elusive detachment, he keeps others at arm's length, preventing them from ever truly getting close to him. Despite his mysterious past, he carries himself as if the weight of secrets hold little significance to who he is. Junius' personality dances on the edge of daring, akin to playing with fire, drawing allure and enticement from the very act itself. He fearlessly indulges in flirting with married women and engaging in challenges with those of higher social standing, defying conventional norms and embracing a provocative existence. There lies a subtle irony in his guise — a wolf rather than a lion — his pride speaking for another form. And even in conversation, he adeptly maintains the facade, never allowing his act to waver, leaving you to question whether it is indeed a carefully crafted performance or indeed the reality of his character.

???

If it wasn't the work of gods, maybe it was fate that brought you together.

And several other characters you meet on your way across the country; other pactbearers and their patrons, tragic lovers, a noisy priest, ill-ridden villages (there is only two but it's weird it happened twice), two twin-rulers who don't seem to get along, a talking book, and more.

#twine if #twine game #twine wip #interactive novel #if game #twine #wip #i was kind of forced to post this #interactive fiction #oapaic #im not a native english speaker pls be nice #of a patron and its chains

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candywife333 · 25 days ago

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Always With Me

PART 1

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I plan on 4 parts.

I've come back after too long and wanted to give you guys a new year gift. I was unfortunately ridiculously busy with my professional commitments. And I have been sucked into the vortex of Janitor AI, but that is a different story altogether.

But I will be writing so much you will get sick of me posting in January. Thanks for bearing with me my wonderful readers. I will be completing incomplete fics also. Hope you enjoy part 1.

As usual, minimal proofreading.

Warnings: nsfw, odd alien in body cavity sequences, sexually explicit scenes , cursing

pairing : tiny alien specimen turned hottie Jungkook x scientist reader

Towering, bioluminescent trees stretch their vivacious tendrils towards the ceiling of the ship, their roots glowing faintly in the low light. Strange flowers with translucent petals pulse with color, shifting from deep blues to radiant purples and greens, emitting a soft, harmonic hum. Brightly colored vines snake along the walls, curling up and around the doorways, creating an almost seamless connection between the spaceship and the garden.

In the distance, you can see large, floating platforms covered with grass-like plants that sway in an invisible breeze.The air inside the ship feels fresh, carrying the faint allure of alien blossoms, mixing with the hum of technology. It’s as if the ship itself has become one with the garden, a perfect blend of nature and futuristic design.

The behaviors of all the other life forms till date have been predictable. Either they are avoidant, indifferent, noxious and poisonous, or happy. They coo and lean towards human touch if they are joyous and turn away or shrivel when they don't want to be bothered.

All the specimens till now have been enchanting ,somewhat ethereal, and overwhelmingly cute. Tiny corals that look like the ones on earth, embedded with crystalline eyes that glow in the dark. Blue snails that camouflage as mini blueberry doppelgangers. But no way can you eat one of them. They are poisonous, even a tiny lick can send you to the after-life. A place I don't intend to explore very soon if I can help it.

However, one life form has been ruining my life. Like straight up demolishing my peace of mind. One life form I can never particularly understand is a specific tentacle like creature. It could be mistaken for a rhubarb plant or a raging highlighter pink baby octopus tentacle. I carry great contempt for things shiny and pink so I let my co-workers flourish it with attention and study it. I wanted nothing to do with it.

I hate to be a debby downer and maybe I come off as rather harsh, but this life form is an attention whore. I said it. Maybe it's mean of me. But the thing literally whines for attention 24/7. And to my great dismay, it seems to have latched on to me. How is that possible you ask, if you have never touched or taken care of it? I don't have a freaking clue and its driving me bloody crazy. It is like it imprinted on me, which could be highly possible now that I think about it, because I had been the first thing it had seen when it hatched from its clutch.

It had been born from the most obnoxious egg: a concoction of yellow and black polka dots- the ghastliest, most discordant color combination, you could have seen in your life time. I know I would hate it from the time it was born. Call me a baby hater, an alien discriminator, a eugenic villain, or a shallow person. Call me any name, but it didn't change facts. I hated it. And its behavior didn't help. I hated it from the time it was born.

But IT, didn't understand my sentiments. Every time I left to take a piss or to eat lunch it would let out a high pitch whine, slamming itself against the glass walls of its enclosure. Becoming akin to a spilled incandescent fuchsia party punch on the floors of its cage. Whenever I smiled at another co-worker, it pitched a fit, becoming loud , screeching as if I tweezed out all its hairs individually. Oh, I forgot to mention. It has the ugliest little patches of black hair sprouting all over in clumps on its body. It ain't a mammal or a reptile or an amphibian. I can't classify the damn thing-which is making me late for my deadline on its report. WHICH IS MAKING ME HATE IT MORE!!!!

IT was a contradiction in every sense, its behavior a bizarre mix of infantile helplessness and primal aggression. Its neediness, the way it reacted to every small shift in the room, made it feel like something out of a nightmare nursery. And god forbid I talk to a male co-worker. I don't even know how it sensed that I was talking to a male. This pitiful, high-pitched whine would begin as a soft, almost desperate whimper, rising in pitch the longer I stayed away. It wasn’t just a noise—it was like a cry for attention, a cry that could pierce through the air like a needle through fabric. As though it couldn’t process the simple fact that I needed a moment for myself.

And you know what the worst part about all of this is? The cherry on top of this messed up sundae? Once it latches onto my finger , it doesn't let go. LIKE EVER!!! It will crawl up onto my arm and snooze there, absorbing my body heat (cuz I swear I feel like I get a degree cooler). It's like a vibrating hairy pink blob that sleeps on my freaking arm.

I told my coworkers it looks like a diseased patch. They all gasped, affronted that I would talk about their favorite little subject Pesto that way. Oh right. It's pathetic little name is pesto, and whoever named it named it right. It's a DAMN PEST. BANE OF MY EXISTENCE!

I try to remember what on earth this thing is similar to? Why am I so stupid? Oh right, it reminds of a baby. It is being clingy and needy. Which is rather odd for an extraterrestrial creature. None of the other life forms behave that way. I did some carbon dating on this thing, to find out how old it was, because the egg it came out of I learned apparently wasn't truly an egg according to our senior scientist. The egg was a calciferous shield that had kept it preserved for centuries. I carbon dated the thing, and it came back as 300 FREAKING YEARS OLD in human years!!!

This thing had no business acting like a baby. All my co-workers convinced me to take it out of the lab to get it used to its surroundings. I asked them to, but they all gave me puppy dog eyes, begging me, because the last few times they tried taking the hairy blob outside, it had loudly raged and even bit one of them, drawing a drop of blood. COWARDS. They couldn't handle a drop of blood. I sighed , what even was this thing?

Alien acclimatization to surroundings is a part of observing their behavior. We study them and right a report after a month of introducing them to the external environment. And I wouldn't have minded for any other subject, but I sure mind for this thing. It cooed and gurgled like a well burped baby as it wrapped around my wrist , pulsing happily as I walked it from room to room.

Like a pink squishy fit bit that squealed. Yay, I am so elated. NOT. And I don't notice, lost in my ruminations- when it drops from my wrist, plopping on the floor, crawling frantically back towards me. It lunged towards my leg, the sudden movement making me fall onto the floor of the spaceship in surprise, close by to a closet door.

Without hesitation, it starts climbing up my space pant. Its claws scrape against my pant leg, small, sharp and insistent. I try to step back, but it’s quicker than I expect, its body undulating in a grotesque, crawling motion, as though it’s a creature of pure need. It’s slithering up my flesh, its legs spasming in a frantic attempt to ascend. It’s making its way up my knee, its body pressing against my skin, the touch unnatural and clammy. I feel the uncomfortable warmth of it seeping through the fabric, its form wriggling as if it’s trying to burrow into me, to get closer, like it’s trying to crawl under my skin—into me, somehow. I almost scream. BUT I AM IN LITERAL SHOCK. Is this what my life has come to? Being molested by a cross between a hair brush and month old marinara sauce?

The sensation is revolting. I feel its miniature grooves digging into the fabric of my pants, then into my skin, pulling itself higher, eager to reach more of me. My stomach churns as its body slides against mine, making a soft, sickening sound as it writhes upward. Every movement is fueled by desperation, by an instinctual, possessive need to be as close to me as possible, to crawl its way under my defenses.

I chastise it, and it to my great surprise, stops in its ascent. Till it doesn't, climbing up to where my thigh meets my ass, at the verge of my panty line. Oh hell no. Before I can scream bloody murder, I see vivid colors in my head, and a whining voice of a squealing toddler. Hewwo, Can you hear me? I don't know what to freaking do. Is this think talking to me without actually saying anything?

I am frozen in horror and discomfort. "Yes I can ", I reply back mentally. "Come back out. You have no business in my pants", I sputter out humiliated at its behavior. But, it's warm down here. "F*** excuse me, but get the hell out. You are literally harassing me, and I do not want to be assaulted by you". But, it's warm and wet down here. I want.

What the hell does this thing want? Pweaaaase!! It literally squeals. And before I can object, it slips close to a place even I do not look at every month if I can help it. And that's when I know I am well and truly f***ed, and not in a good way.

#bts x plus size reader #bts x reader #bts #angst #comedy #humor #alien jungkook #bts x curvy reader #curvy #voluptuous #fanfic #chubby smut #chubby reader

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waytooinvested · 3 months ago

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Forgotten, Not Forgiven - Chapter 33

This and previous chapters are also on AO3

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The takeout bag hit the roof with a soft thump as Lena and Kara turned to face Lex, sushi rolls spilling out across the too-short distance between them.

‘Lex. How long have you been here?’

‘Long enough. I was surprised to hear from you after all this time, so I thought I’d teleport in quietly and get the lay of the land before I revealed myself. Imagine my surprise when I arrived to find you not in a deadly battle for your life, but casually sitting up here doing nothing in particular. I considered that maybe you had just come round to my way of thinking and were ready to join your family, but then who should show up but Little Miss Blonde Ambition herself, and you all but tell her you’re trying to lay a trap for me. Not a very good one I’ll admit, but that still hurts Lena.’

‘It’s not like that. Kara followed me up here, and I was trying to get rid of her. Just because I didn’t want to let you kill her doesn’t mean we can’t still be on the same side.’

Lex shook his head pityingly.

‘I almost admire your attempts to salvage the situation sis, but lets be honest, we both know that I could outwit you with my wits tied behind my back. So shall we just cut to the chase?’

Lena took a cautious quarter step towards Kara, trying to get between her and Lex, but it was no good. She was standing just too far away to block without being obvious about it, and that would only draw further attention to her.

‘Alright, fine. But lets keep this in the family. Let Kara leave, and you and I can discuss things like adults.’

‘Really, Lena? Even now, that – creature – is all you can think about? After everything I did for you, after how generous I’ve been all this time, letting you have your way with your little toy when you should have been focusing on building our legacy? No matter how far I lower my expectations of you, you always find a way to disappoint me. You’re pathetic.’

‘HEY, don’t talk to her like that!’

Kara stepped forwards, fists clenched and jaw set with fury at Lex’s casual cruelty, though she hadn’t seemed to care a bit when he had insulted her. She seemed taller suddenly, a new set to her shoulders that recalled Supergirl more than Kara Danvers, a steely look in her eye that said she was ready to fight for Lena if it came to it.

Lena threw out an arm to stop her before she could move any closer, her own stare flint as she met Kara’s steel and struck sparks.

‘Stay out of this Kara.’

Her tone was a sharp rebuke, though inside she was more touched than she could express that even without her powers Kara was willing to go up against the mass-murdering maniacal genius who had very nearly taken down Superman at full strength, all for her sake.

But her best hope of getting Kara out of here in one piece was to have Lex dismiss her as beneath his notice, and her noble but ill fated attempts to defend her were not helping with that.

‘Yes, stay out of this Kara. Or should I call you Su-’

‘DON’T. She’s nothing to you, she’s not a threat. Just let her walk away, and I’ll come with you. I can help you.’

‘You think I need to bargain for your help? You’ve been helping me for months. Just imagine – DEO backed beta testing for my patented alien neutering technology with full, if unwitting, co-operation from the primary test subject. It’s been most illuminating.’

Of course.

Of course Lex had factored her attempts to restore Supergirl into his plan, and if Lena hadn’t been so laser focused on Kara the whole time she would have deduced that from the start . Not that it would have mattered anyway. After all, what other choice had there really been? Her brother had set up a situation where he won whatever move she played, and Lena stood by her decision to at least try to get Kara’s memories back. Besides, it might even work to her advantage now.

She tilted her chin up and flashed a sharp, self-satisfied smile worthy of Lex himself, conveying all the arrogant Luthor confidence that was her birthright as much as his.

‘And doesn’t that just go to prove my point? Leave the Danvers girl out of this, and I can help you with your real objective. You know she was never the one you really wanted anyway.’

‘And you’d be willing to go after my real objective, in exchange for her?’

‘Lena, whatever this is, you don’t have to-’ Kara tried to chip in, but Lena spoke over her, her eyes never leaving her brother’s face.

‘If that’s what it takes.’

She was lying of course. Once Kara was safely clear of Lex and she had access to his hideout, she would revert to plan A and find a way to get the information she needed out of him, and then kill him before he could carry out his intentions against Superman. She tried not to dwell on what she would do if things went wrong and the only way to save Kara’s life was to remove Superman’s powers for real, leaving the world at Lex’s mercy without either of its Kryptonian protectors.

It wasn’t going to come to that.

And… well, if it did, she’d just have to find a way to save the world herself, and then restore both of them. She’d do it if she had to.

Whatever it takes.

The silence between them lasted just long enough that Lena began to feel an inkling of hope that he might be considering it, then Lex shook his head.

‘As soon as you let go of the chess piece you’re committed to your move, you should know that by now. You broke a sacred trust today Lena, and you have to accept the consequences.’

Lex kept eye contact with her, his expression almost regretful as he pulled a gun from the concealed holster in his jacket and took quick but careful aim at her chest. Lena’s fingers twitched to reach for her own weapon, but as her plan had been to gain her brother’s trust she had compromised accessibility for discretion in her packing, and she had been so intent on getting Kara away that the risk of retrieving it had felt too great compared to what could happen if she failed. Now it was too late: by the time she realised what he was doing, Lex had well and truly outdrawn her. The moment echoed with all the other times it had come down to the three of them, and the choice she had to make between her xenophobic brother and the alien woman she had fallen in love with.

Only this time Lex was the one with holding the gun, and Lena was staring empty handed down its barrel at her own demise, knowing that once she was shot the choice would be out of her hands. There would be nothing she could do to save Kara.

‘It’s time to say goodbye, baby sister.’

The apparent regret in Lex’s eyes hardened into gloating satisfaction, and Lena had the brief, awful understanding that the brother she had once known was so far gone that he was going to enjoy watching her die. Somehow that knowledge hurt even now, and the spark of anger it kindled made her shift her stance, preparing for one last ditch, pointless effort to, if not save herself, then at least wipe the smug look off Lex’s face before she died.

She was preparing to spring when, at the very last second, the barrel of the gun swung from Lena to Kara, Lex’s finger tensing on the trigger as he recalibrated his aim. Lena, watching him intently throughout for any hint of an opening, caught the shift almost before it appeared and threw herself at Kara, shoving her hard to the ground and out of Lex’s line of fire even as Kara tried to do the same for her.

The gunshot rang out, deafeningly loud in the still night, and there was a spray of red as Lena staggered backwards.

She stumbled, off balance, her knees colliding with the low barrier at the roof’s edge.

Time stretched out into slow motion as Lena felt her centre of gravity shift. Her arms pin wheeled desperately, but there was nothing she could grab, and she tipped, agonisingly slowly, out into empty space.

‘LENA!’

Through a rush of tears she saw Kara above her, leaping the railing and launching herself off the edge. Lena couldn’t get enough air into her lungs to make a sound, but her mouth formed a silent howl of no, no, NO as she watched Kara plummet down after her, arms outstretched like a diver from the high board.

She hadn’t even hesitated.

Lena had been having nightmares like this ever since Kara’s accident, but now she wasn’t waking up with a jerk and a cold sweat in her own bed the way she should have been. She was wide awake this time, and Kara had thrown herself off a roof in a doomed attempt to save Lena’s life. Because this wasn’t like her parkour accident. They were a hundred stories up, and there was no surviving this fall.

In the distance behind Kara’s shoulder Lena saw Alex’s stricken, chalk white face appear over the edge of the roof, grabbing uselessly for her sister even though she was well out of her reach by now.

Where the hell had Alex come from?

But the thought slipped away as quickly as it had come as reality rushed in to replace the first seconds of shocked dissociation from what had just happened.

She was about to die.

Kara was about to die.

Lena’s ears were full of screaming and she wasn’t sure which of them it belonged to, or if the world had simply reduced to one long howl of anguish that would echo and rebound throughout eternity.

Unable to bear it, Lena closed her eyes. She didn’t want to risk seeing the moment that Kara shattered on the unforgiving concrete that was rushing up to meet them.

I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.

And then the whistling of wind past her ears stopped. Her hair fell lightly back against her shoulders as gravity seemed to lose its grip on her, and she heard the soft thumping of a heartbeat that wasn’t her own against her ear.

Was this what dying felt like? Whatever came afterwards, she had at least expected there to be more pain at the moment of impact.

Very tentatively, Lena opened her eyes.

Kara was looking down at her, her expression full of mingled concern and fierce determination. Somewhere during the fall she had lost her glasses, her hair was standing out wild about her face from the wind, and a strange, detached thought came to Lena that she couldn’t believe she could ever have missed that Kara and Supergirl were so clearly the same person. Kara Danvers. Kara Zor El. Just, Kara.

‘Are you okay?’

Somehow Lena managed to reinflate her winded lungs enough to choke out a reply.

‘I… think so? Are you?’

‘Yeah, I’m okay.’

Tears flowed down her cheeks as her survival instinct panic spike began to drop out of fight or flight and towards shock.

‘Thank you. Thank you so much.’

‘Of course, you know I’ll always catch you Lena.’

Lena made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and the yelp of a puppy being stepped on.

‘I actually wasn’t sure this time. You have… not been entirely yourself recently.’

‘What do you-?’

And finally Kara seemed to realise where they were and what she was doing. Her eyes widened, and for a moment Lena was afraid that the realisation would cause Lex’s barrier to snap back into place and they’d both plummet to their deaths after all. She cursed herself for not insisting that Kara fly them down immediately and tried to calculate whether they could keep their balance on one of the narrow window ledges if they could get to it before Kara’s flight cut out.

But rather than tumbling from the sky, Kara stared back at Lena with a pained expression and eyes rapidly filling with tears of her own.

‘Lena… you saved me.’

This time her laugh sounded more like a real one, if slightly hysterical with the potent cocktail of adrenaline and relief still pumping through her system.

‘Given our current situation, I’m pretty sure that’s my line. Kara, you just threw yourself off a building for me when thirty seconds ago you had no access to your powers. How did you know you were going to fly?’

‘I didn’t. I-’

The truth seemed to catch up with Kara then, and she shook her head in wonder at what had just happened.

‘I really, really didn’t. I just knew that I couldn’t let you fall.’

It was the purest, most sincere declaration of love that Lena had ever received, and she had no idea how to process it in this moment.

She wanted to tell Kara that she would jump off a building for her too.

That she would bend the laws of nature and unravel the very fabric of the universe.

That there was no line in any reality she would not cross, and while she never, ever wanted to hurt another person, if it came down to it she would choose to let the rest of the world crumble to dust if it meant that Kara would be safe.

The words burned inside her heart, but they were too big, too intense to be allowed out into the open air, especially when Lena was still reeling from their near brush with death, and in the end all she managed to get out was:

‘Now who’s the marshmallow?’

Kara smiled into her eyes, infinitely gentle in spite of her newly restored muscles of steel.

‘Still you.’

‘Honestly, I can’t even argue with that right now. I really want to be mad at you for jumping off a building again, but I am just so, so glad not to be a red stain on the sidewalk.’

Kara gathered her in a little closer against her chest, protective even now the danger was past.

‘Me too.’

‘HEY! If you two don’t get your asses back up here so I can hug you for not being dead RIGHT NOW, I’m going to kill you both!’

They looked up to see Alex glaring down at them from the edge of the roof, gesturing emphatically with one hand while the other held the railing in a white knuckled grip.

‘Oh, right, oops! BE RIGHT THERE!’

Kara began to rise easily back up the way they had come, and in another few seconds Lena found her feet on firm ground and she and Kara were being hugged so tightly that the air was squeezed from her lungs. There was no room to draw another breath to replace it, but still she never wanted the moment to end, because this was everything she had always wanted and never had, and she knew that no matter who she was born to or who raised her, this was her family now.

‘Alex, I can’t believe you’re here. How are you here?’

Alex shrugged, flashing a grin that was half cocky, half guilty.

‘I followed you. Well. Technically I had a drone follow you. I’ve had one in place since our text conversation last night actually, because I could see you were too much of a stubborn ass to back down, and I at least wanted to be there give you some back up if things went badly. So when I saw you sitting up here for no apparent reason I had a hunch that it was somewhere worth being. I’ve been hiding behind your solar panels for hours waiting for something to happen. I was sure you were going to find me when you started pacing, we were practically face to face at one point.’

‘Well, I was a little distracted.’

‘Yeah, no shit. And then Kara showed up and I damn near broke cover to get her the hell out of here, and maybe chain her to a radiator for real this time.’

‘Hey!’

‘Sorry Kara, but it was for your own good. You could have been killed.’

‘So could Lena.’

‘I know. I can’t even imagine what I’d have done if anything happened to either of you. Lex so nearly shot you, and then you both fell…’

Alex shuddered at the memory of watching them plummeting over the edge of the roof, but something else in what she said caught in Lena’s mind – the missing piece that had been niggling at her ever since they had touched down.

The last thing she had been aware of before she fell was the ringing gun shot, and a spattering of blood. She had thought in that brief, chaotic moment that she must have been the one who had been shot and was just too much in shock to feel it yet, but here she was, completely unharmed, along with a very definitely not shot Alex and Kara.

Which meant…

‘What about Lex? What happened up here after I fell?’

The happy relief dropped from Alex’s expression, and her gaze slid over Lena’s shoulder to the expanse of rooftop behind her.

Dread pooled in Lena’s stomach.

Had she been keeping her back to it on purpose? Knowing, on some subconscious level, that she didn’t want to see what was there?

But she had to see now.

Lena turned slowly, and was confronted the thing she should have noticed as soon as they had regained the roof, despite the gathering darkness around them.

Lex lay spread-eagled in a spreading pool of blood, a hole no bigger than a dime in his shirt showing where the bullet had passed through him.

Such a tiny thing to end such a big life.

Lena’s legs felt numb as she left Alex and Kara and went to kneel beside her brother, though whether from her recent near-death experience or the sight before her she couldn’t have said for certain. She reached out a tentative hand to check for a pulse at his throat, but there was nothing to find.

He was gone.

She closed her eyes, and a single tear seeped from beneath her lashes to roll down her cheek, a traitorous admission of the grief she was trying so hard not to feel.

Even though she had tried to kill him twice now and had come here with the intention of doing it a third time, it was still hard to believe that Lex could ever really die. He had been such a permanent presence in Lena’s life since early childhood, first as her champion and role model, then as the dark shadow reminding her of all she must never become. She felt strangely untethered without him, as if a strong breeze might just blow her away to scatter to the winds like the seeds of a dandelion clock.

Somewhere in the background she was vaguely aware of Kara saying her name like she was about to come over, only to be stopped by Alex, their murmured voices dropping just too low to make out the words as they – presumably – argued about whether they should join her or give her time to say goodbye alone. She tuned them both out and instead took Lex’s still-warm hand in hers, allowing herself just this one moment of weakness.

I’m sorry it came to this big brother.

The pool of blood around him looked black in the gathering night, as if all the darkness was leaking out of Lex to leave him in death as the boy he once was, and the man he could have been if only he hadn’t let hatred and resentment take him over.

There was so much blood.

It had reached Lena’s knees now, and she could feel the wet stickiness of it soaking into her slacks, but she didn’t try to move away. It didn’t matter. She would never wear them again after this anyway.

She stayed where she was until it was too dark to easily distinguish the blood from the roof surrounding it, or to make out how unnaturally still Lex was lying, as if he might be merely unconscious after all. The idea sent a ripple of unease through her, for all Lena knew it wasn’t true. She sat back on her heels to put a few more inches between them, and became aware of someone else nearby. Her movement must have been taken as a sign that she was done with her silent vigil, because a hand came to rest gently on her shoulder, and she glanced up to find Alex standing over her.

‘I’m sorry Lena.’

‘Don’t be sorry. You saved Kara.’

‘YOU saved Kara. I was trying to save you. I saw Lex aiming at you about to pull the trigger, and I couldn’t let it happen, so I killed him before he could. I’m not sorry I stopped him from shooting you, but he was still your brother, and now he’s dead because of me. I understand if you don’t feel like you can be friends with me anymore after this.’

Lena turned away from the slack, lifeless features of the man who had once been her greatest hero to focus instead on Alex’s tear stained face, grim and still slightly spattered with Lex’s blood. She laid his hand carefully back down by his side, and rose to stand beside Alex.

‘I knew Lex had to die. He was my big brother and part of me will always love him for who he once was to me, but he was never going to stop no matter how securely he was locked away. Killing him was the only option, I knew that when I came up here, and I was prepared to do it. But then... you did it for me. You shot him so that I wouldn’t have to, just like you said you would.’

She met Alex’s eyes through the unshed tears still swimming in her own.

‘Thank you.’

Alex made a soft sound that was almost a whimper and pulled Lena into another tight hug, the motion pressing her face hard into to the armoured vest of her friend’s tactical gear, but she didn’t care. She hugged Alex back just as fiercely, pouring all her gratitude and relief into the embrace.

‘Guess I have two little sisters now, huh? Or... maybe that should be sister in law…?’

Lena’s cheeks heated and she broke the hug to give Alex a stern frown, but she couldn’t help ruining the effect with a slight watery grin at the implication.

‘It is way too soon for that kind of joke Danvers. You know Kara and I have a lot to talk about...’

Her gaze drifted up to where Kara was silhouetted against the full moon, evidently reveling in her newly regained power of flight as she gave them space to clear the air over Alex’s role in her brother’s death, and (hopefully) resisted the urge to practise her super hearing by listening in on their exchange.

‘I’ll take being your sister though. Whatever else happens next, you’re my family, and I don’t want that to change.’

Alex gave her a warm, genuine smile, then reached over to ruffle Lena’s windswept hair like she was an unruly puppy.

‘You know this means you’re going to be Lulu forever now, right?’

Lena rolled her eyes, swatting Alex’s hand away from her head more forcefully than she would have with any other friend, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that it would be taken as the gesture of affection she intended it to be.

‘Urgh, fine. But if anyone apart from you calls me that, I break their fingers.’

#supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #my fic #kara x lena #supergirl fanfiction #multi chapter fic #forgotten not forgiven

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ravenwraithe · 1 year ago

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hoooooooooo boy, tmagp 4 go-

this time its becoming apparent that there are some themes and clues that tmagp wants us to notice, the sections stand out, begging for attention

like the recurring theme of bones, and blood, and gore in general (it might be too soon to tell exactly what themes are leading to, but they are definitely there)

the violin could fit right in grifter's bone with it's affinity to music and violence

(the music feels aligned to circus over spiral or web

tho there are elements of the web what with the mind control, but i fear all fears possess a certain degree of control, as such

the violence feels more of the slaughter variety rather than the hunt, though you could make a valid argument for flesh as the words 'sacrifice', 'payment' and 'creature with needs and purposes of its own' do stick in mind

once again i do not think that tmagp follows the same format as the smirke's fourteen (or 15) , i merely use them as parallels to better explain what aspects of the episode sticks out to me (and for me refer back later on))

as other listeners have noted, another theme that tmagp in general follows, is 'obsession', rather than tma's 'fear'

i feel this is also paralleling (intentionally or not) the audience's own listening habits and motives

we first consumed the magnus archives for its content of horror

and yet we are back for the magnus protocol like we never left, and perhaps

we never did

the statement's first person pov depicts a truly horrific picture of the slaughter, of the violence that the violin demands

and his descriptions of the mania on the audience's faces too

it's eerily reminiscent of the france's dancing plague

enough about the statement, lets talk about my boy sam and his co-workers, and their workplace in general

there's a protocol surrounding the magnus institute? interesting interesting, very similar to the police division daisy and basira were part of, the unofficial supernatural division

is this like the civil servant version of such?

another thing that is interesting; how is freddy getting these statements incidents? like sam asked, how exactly does a letter from the 18th century end up in the system?

i don't think gwen's answer is satisfactory (and we weren't meant to either), sure someone might be updating the archives website for reasons unknown but rarely in magpod is something a dead end, every little thing is a clue, a small part of the larger picture

so how exactly does a letter from the 18th century is in freddy's system?

perhaps an 'avatar' or the equivalent (such people are suggested to exist in tmagp universe, like the tattooist from daria's statement)

or maybe the fears themselves manifest in phenomena that upload relevant content to freddy

colin my guy, still being iconic and not trusting tech, hats off to you, the only real character in the whole show

never trust any piece of technology older than paper

the video of lena that gwen got in the end? weird? yeah, fuck yes, but how did she even get it? is there any sort of personal communication available on the ancient system? why gwen?

i have so many questions and so many more thoughts, but this is already so long, im gonna write a separate post about tmagp so far, in general

#the magnus protocol #the magnus institute #tma #tmagp #magpod #the slaughter #the flesh #the circus #tmagp 4 #samama khalid #gwen bouchard #colin becher #freddy #fr3 d1 #themes #tmagp analysis #tmagp 4 taking notes #tw gore mention #lena kelley

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azaenya · 7 months ago

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Sandrone Headcanon - III

"Haah... Some Harbinger I am..."

This one comes from an interpretation of Wanderer's voice line about how "all Sandrone creates is garbage." So, I thought about what exactly is garbage to him, and since he is a sentient puppet (with an ego), I assume what would be beneath him would be mechanical beings that lack any sentience.

But this is the fun part, it is my belief that Sandrone CAN create beings with sentience; during her "childhood," she learned about what connections needed to be made in the robotic brain to achieve sentience, but she chooses not to.

Because even if you are a thinking creature doesn't mean you have a good standard of living. Even in herself, there are aspects of the human experience that she is yet to replicate, like the sense of touch. It is hell. Alain brought her into a world she can only see and hear, but never feel, and she refuses to repeat his mistakes.

But there are times where she thinks about it.

Where the whole world cheers her name, the revolutionary genius, FAR greater than that rotten artificer, Alain Guillotin. It was HER hands that built herself, not his.

But she tells herself that sentient beings are much harder to control than simple machines. What she actually knows is if she brought her machines to life experiencing the same hell as she does, she couldn't forgive herself. So she is trapped between being better than her creator technologically or being better than him morally.

Her co-workers are unaware of her moral debate, regarding her with disinterest or disdain. (Except Columbina, she's an outlier.) The thoughts always return, imagining their shock at her hidden genius and her soaking it in with smug pride. But it must remain hidden. Any compliments would be short-lived, this she knows. It will always be about what is next. So she retreats into her workshop, where she improves her creations or her own flesh indefinitely.

End of headcanon.

About the art

It was hell AAAAAAA

As I got to work on the background and the table, my face became like Sandrone's lol. Rendering is a fuck.

I'm happy to be done with it, I did just finish it this morning, so I'll probably feel more proud of it later.

Also I love Limbus Company, so I made it in that style kinda. That is what the little bit on the bottom is about. I realize that I'll need to refine the icon later, and also make it just 3 colors instead of rendering, but for now I'm done.

I do love Limbus Company so much. To be honest, I fell off Genshin before Fontaine happened, then I played HSR, and now I've fallen off of that in favor of Limbus. I am taking notes from Project Moon when thinking about Sandrone's writing, because its writing is truly zenith material.

Anyway, oughhh, amogus, bye

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faresong · 1 year ago

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figuring out my gijinka designs ^_^

Hallownest draws from Japanese inspiration in my headcanons. With this in mind as applied to this AU, I believe (as a general rule) higher-class folks would end up with detailed, painted masks & additional accessories surrounding it (as seen with Lurien's butler contrasted against Quirrel's). Lower-class will still paint theirs, but cannot afford to buy new masks very often; this makes their mask feel much more permanent and personal—thus, most will engrave their masks instead.

Lurien's mask is an odd case in it being rather blank. While crafted specifically by the King's hand to fit him, it lacks any visible design—that is, until one attempts to use magic against him. Only then do the seals of protection glow and reveal the true pattern the King granted his dutiful Watcher, though the assailant likely won't live to share that fact. In another sense, however, Lurien's seemingly blank mask only further emphasizes his use as the King's right-hand. Only ever an extension of him, where only his king knows his true use. He is as Hallownest must see him, and nothing more.

...There are very few who know what lay beneath.

In any case, it is mentioned on the first sheet, but I will delve into more detail on masks' significance in others' cultures as well:

Deepnest occasionally uses masks, or their charms, to acknowledge the community which raised them with pride; as it contains a multitude of rich cultures within it (particularly drawn from East Asian inspiration, here) who are generally (presently) amicable with one another. It is easier to mark trade, as well as shift to other languages as a show of hospitality. Due to its winding passages, children will often get lost in exploration (an encouraged pastime), and are then escorted back to their people if need be. These charms are typically placed in their family's shrine once they've passed; carrying a charm that is not your own is seen as grave disrespect, even if the person in question is not dead. Each person is brought to the one we know as Mask Maker for their charm, drawn from their essence, and to take the charm is to act as if one claims agency over another person. Even parents rarely hold their child's charm.

As for the Uomas, granted a part of Unn's land, Monomon is the one who oversees these creatures. Recognizing the responsibility she is capable of handling, as well as her evident intelligence in her work with the Mosskin, Hallownest approached her as equals with intention to work a beneficial truce. Hesitantly, Monomon accepted their terms with the promise they would not further impose on Unn's land—still, the canyon would be safe travel for all persons, as a neutral ground. Hallownest gave her resources, and the King made her mask to show this allegiance. Though she rarely (properly) wears it, she will have it on her when working with Hallownest's scholars to show respect for them & expect respect in turn. Monomon is at peace co-existing with all surrounding areas; the only one she is wary of is Hallownest... it poses great threat, but she finds solace in knowing she has made herself a necessary pillar in the kingdom's technological development despite being a foreigner. She may use her position to open the minds of those who choose to study or collaborate with her—to see the people who surround them as societies in their own right, worth learning about despite Hallownest's imperialistic views. It is significantly easier to get through to scholars that have come from poorer backgrounds, but the environment she's cultivated does manage to steadily wear down the harsher beliefs ingrained in them.

After a few years spent with Quirrel, Monomon began incorporating some of his traditional dress for herself and encouraged him to do the same when he was to visit her (and, inevitably, when he lived in the Archive). She quite enjoys studying culture & its history, and would often ask Quirrel to indulge her questioning considering he was a first-generation immigrant to Hallownest. Once she manages to meet Herrah in-person, she does the same—with their meeting coinciding with the King's requests to pursue the Dreamer Project, she wanted to help preserve what she could of Deepnest should the plan fail. Kept not in Hallownest's texts, but her own... there was still much that Herrah preferred to keep to oral stories, but she did eventually learn to trust Monomon in this (despite her alliance with Hallownest).

The masks that are gifted by the King often have a slowing effect on the aging of their chosen person. Monomon was already given Unn's blessing (aging & enhancing magic) to help protect what remains in Her stead, but the mask still applies its effect to Quirrel once he'd 'stolen' it (and with it, a part of Monomon's own soul that'd been fused with it). The same applies with Lurien & each of the Five Knights, though no one else is really given the luxury... not even those of the Pale Court, except for one. Even she would come to see it as a curse, however, despite the cheer she presently puts forth.

A lot of poor communities in Hallownest tend to wear more earthly colors, whereas the nobles are given more variety in color/cloth. Many of them consider the land they inhabit carelessly, an idea which doesn't carry over to any other community that has existed much longer than Hallownest; most prefer warm, natural colors by contrast. Monomon specifically puts a spin on Hallownest's noble clothing in mixing it with the Mosskin's cloth (in this particular outfit, it is her skirt).

& As for the particulars of this 'human AU' (of sorts), here's a general listing: Herrah as mixed Syrian-Filipino; Monomon as Jamaican; Quirrel as Vietnamese; Lurien & his butler as Japanese; Hegemol as Korean.

Hm-hm... other than that, I don't think I have much else to talk about that is specific to this AU. It's mostly my excuse to draw the cast as humans (which is easier for me, haha). I'm open to questions, of course, but as this stands... I think I've said all I meant to say/clarify. Thank you for reading :D

#more details under the cut...! :]#//#hollow knight #monomon the teacher #herrah the beast #lurien the watcher #lurien's butler #hegemol #quirrel #my art #folder #headcanons #aus #hk gijinka #;;#dreamers #lurien x butler

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shadowknightapologist · 1 month ago

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how would your mystreet rewrite be impacted by your mcd rewrite? you said they’re in the same universe right

your writing is really cool :))))

thank you so much!!

(tragic how huge this thing is, but i guess that's the price i pay for self expression.)

also i'm so sorry this is late, i forgot i started this ask </3

WARNINGS FOR: potential inaccuracies, a lot of this is probably subject to change but it's a general idea!

GWGFGD (MCD) spans entirely over two eras in myverse history—"B.P" and "D.D"—and then a very small portion of the current era, "A.G". currently, GWGFGD contains at least 850 years of history, as well as a number of crucial developments within geography, religion, government, society, and of course, the final defeat of the true king/shadrach. a lot of these changes were done or at least started by eurydice and co., including:

de-stigmatization of magik and its users;

reduction of species-based stigma/discrimination;

reduction of religious dominance;

actual abolishment of monarchy and development of democratic systems;

development of states, cities, etc. and infrastructure;

genuine unity between countries;

etc.

because of this and magik enhancing technological advancements, the beginning of A.G is about the 18th/19th century in real world equivalents (i say this because the current world year when the MCD storyline is over is 1350). politics at any point are largely underdeveloped but i feel i can solidly say about a century after GWGWGD, people are not going to war. bc actually i don't like war and i think it's largely, if not entirely, unnecessary. but anyway.

at this point, everyone knows that the divine warriors existed and most are also aware that massive portions of their mythology is incorrect (i have an eventual religion post that'll explain this more). because of this, religions surrounding the divine warriors become less about the warriors themselves and more about the themes and ideals people associated with them. for example, "solusism" during GWGFGD is about worshipping eirene as the sole goddess—and even creator—of the world, while solusism in myverse is centered more around the belief that all creatures deserve to live uninterrupted from start to finish (so a solusist may practice vegetarianism/veganism to uphold this idea).

now presently, things aren't awful, but there are some misconceptions, flaws, or gaps in the history that would still have the GWGFGD cast rolling in their graves, like:

shadow knights being rebranded as demon subtypes (like imps, succubi/incubi, etc.), and eventually completely replaced by those subtypes (only the most dutiful of history/theology nerds can find information on shadow knights; trying to explain the difference to the masses usually kills the soul, though).

many characters, especially shadow knights, are forgotten or removed from most historical accounts despite eurydice and co.'s best attempts. this includes characters like vylad, dante, lucinda (who's only known as "the White Witch"), several of the lords eurydice befriended, etc. essentially, anyone dubbed "unimportant". this is a persistent issue with myverse history, as they did this with the divine warriors as well. maybe one day they'll learn.

relic holders are assumed to have been reincarnations of the divine warriors, which is almost entirely false.

eurydice gets "mother, maiden, crone"-d and largely stripped of the individuality she fought very hard for. later, in the actual myverse roleplays, aphmau also ends up struggling with this and is believed to represent the maiden (eirene = crone, eurydice = mother).

lastly, i'll discuss some of the bigger changes to the myverse roleplays.

the biggest one is probably going to be names. a majority of the myverse cast will be descended from GWGFGD, so instead they more "represent" the OGs rather than being them. this means almost no one has the same name because it would make me tweak. the exceptions to this are the shadow knights and travis.

an example that's already come up is aphmau. she's actually born with the name "elissa", but adapts "aphmau" from final fantasy and eventually it catches and it becomes her preferred name.

the myverse cast is also supposed to look different—probably still recognizable, but individual. once again, the only exception to this is shadow knights, but this is because (as briefly stated before), shadow knights are sentenced to an automatic, reincarnation-adjacent fate. i say adjacent because instead of being reborn as something new, shadow knights are always reborn as, well, shadow knights due to the way their soul is corrupted. their reincarnations are supposed to be opportunities to live as they should have been, but there's always a chance they'll end up the same as they did in their first life (that is, a frightful husk of heated armor, boiling with fury all the time). afterlife never is and never will be an option for them. they're reborn again and again, filling in the holes where their soul belongs, and when they die they do it all again.

(how aging and death work for reincarnated shadow knights, i don't know yet.)

(the only shadow knight who doesn't follow this system is shadrach. after GWGFGD, he's employed as "judgement". when his time is served, he'll join the rest of the divine warriors, save one, in the afterlife, where they will never be reincarnated.)

#hyenlowz #[ 🃏 ]#shadowknightapologist #[ 👻 ]#ask answered #cainverse #aphmau #MCD #minecraft diaries #aphmau myverse #phoenix drop high #aphmau PDH #aphmau mystreet #aphmau divine warriors #aphmau shadow knights

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mwexodusofficial · 14 days ago

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Mouthwashing: Exodus | Chapter I: Primer

In the year 2087, humanity discovered FTL (faster-than-light travel) via rapid transmission between distant locations by using a form of quantum entanglement combined with dark matter reactors.

This discovery exploded the commercial spacefaring ventures, and within decades multiple solar systems, planets, and new spacial phenomena were discovered. As asteroid mining became mainstream, rare minerals prompted a new age of technological development that exploded humanity's progress exponentially. Newly-discovered planets were quickly terraformed, colonized, industrialized and beautified. The new wave of entrepreneurs and innovators, combined with the excitement of exploration, sparked revolutions in every industry.

The medical industry, in particular, had produced cutting-edge bionic limbs and organs, stem-cell regeneration, limb cloning and micro-bots capable of eliminating nearly every ailment known to man. Mankind was nearing its zenith in reaching a true utopia under a united galactic government.

Then came The Terror. A mind-boggling, behemothic alien creature the size of the moon entered the Terra solar system at FTL speeds and immediately assailed Earth with millions of its monstrous offspring- Gaiters, termed for their stumbling gait when they moved around. These car-sized creatures ripped through the atmosphere and slammed into the surface, wreaking havoc and slaughtering humans wherever they trampled. This cataclysmic event was met with global outrage and fury. Military counterattacks, long-range bombardment, and close-range combat led to the deaths of billions of humans, on top of the already-overwhelming casualty rate of innocent civilians.

The Terror was eventually brought down by a heroic band of starship fighters strapped with nuclear warheads, and its offspring were tracked down and killed. However, the losses it caused and the widespread destruction it left created a mass paranoia amongst humanity. Military expenditure and innovation skyrocketed, which caused regression in most other industries' advancements. Logistics were heavily disrupted as Earth was the central planet of commerce amongst the galaxy, which led to many colonies and governments being forced to revert to heavily outdated technology. Governments became corporatist and autocratic as the fear of hostile alien life drove regressive policies and mass consumerism.

And on January 24th of 2263, a transport freighter by the name of Tulpar, working its last human shift for Pony Express, fatefully collided with a stray asteroid...

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"Captain, Orion speaking. The Tulpar flight path stops here."

Captain Hawkes reached across the multitude of control panels around him and toggled a switch that brought up a holographic cartograph of the transport freighter's flight path. It was true. After 10 long months of travel, they'd arrived at their destination.

"Pull up the far-range scanners and find that damn ship." The Captain radioed in over his headset. "When we finish this rescue mission, we're getting a fat paycheck and medals galore. So scour that freighter from top to bottom and ensure no man or woman is left behind."

Captain Hawkes switched comms to EVA and Medical channels to issue further orders.

"EVA Team, make sure you're in gear with plasmas loaded, your time to shine is coming up. Triage team, I want you following the EVA Team if the oxygen in the freighter passes scrutiny."

"Roger that, Cap, over."

"Copy Captain, over."

He switched off those channels and pulled up imaging of outer space from the hundreds of cameras installed on the exterior of the massive military vessel. Nothing aside from distant stars could be seen in any direction. It was fortunate that the far-range scanners could reach up to 2 Astronomical Units away. The Captain turned to his co-pilot, Sammy; a stocky yet athletic-seeming young man with bright, optimistic eyes and a charisma that swayed the whole crew and landed him at the third-highest authority on the vessel in under 2 years.

"Sammy."

"Hey-ho."

"Take over piloting. I intend to board the freighter and assuage the crew."

Sammy's eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Captain, you sure that's a wise move?"

Another reason why the Captain had taken on Sammy was because he was intensely straightforward. Whereas other crew rarely dared to question Hawkes' decisions and assessments due to his decades of military service, Sammy had no such fear. That brash honesty had come in handy in the past, and it would continue to do so in the future.

"Yes. This I am confident in. And I'll tell you why." Hawkes addressed him, reaching into his coat pocket and removing a cigar box. He took one out and lit it up on the spot, blowing the smoke to the side.

"How long have you been chainsmoking cigars, Captain?"

"Since before your balls dropped, kid. And I haven't been chainsmoking, wise ass; I'm enjoying the privilege of my position."

"Excessive enjoyment."

"Anyways... around a decade ago, we did a rescue mission similar to this one- a stranded commercial freighter in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. We docked and I sent in the EVA Team, only to find out minutes later that half of them had been stabbed, shot and beaten severely by the crew. Turns out the crew was full of exotics who didn't speak English, and the EVA leader using the translator was a brash prick. Couple of his words got mistranslated into some very unsavory terms, and next thing you know, a battle breaks out."

"Damn... did anyone die?" Sammy asked curiously. Captain Hawkes seemed particularly offended at the question and flicked Sammy's forehead with his index finger and thumb.

"Nobody died because I acted quickly. That's Rule Number One, if you ever take command. Rule Number Two, is to never show favor to any subordinate or equal in times of crisis. That EVA leader I told you about- he was a good friend of mine, over 3 years. After that mission, I canned him. You can't have people that senseless and irresponsible onboard a vessel; they can be the sole unravelers of your entire ship. I've seen it happen too many times, on too many journeys with too many cruisers."

Sammy nodded his head solemnly, acknowledging the Captain's grim background. Captain Hawkes was a near-legend within the Canaris Armed Forces, and a war hero to the citizen populace. His astounding feats at the Battle of Yamilcar and the Siege of Korres were widespread tales, and his list of accomplishments were so vast that even the most ill-informed citizens of Canaris heard regaling tales of his bravery, cunning, and heroism in their day to day.

To be in his ranks and, no less, his Third Mate, was an honor that Sammy latched onto with intense fanaticism. Captain Hawkes was even more magnetic in person- despite his decades of battle experience, he was eloquent in his way of speaking, mixed with occasional layman phrases and speech. It was incredibly endearing no matter if a person were the lowest criminal or the most elite of socialites.

Yet in this moment, when Hawkes spoke that last sentence, his eyes grew foggy and distant. His speech staggered and broke into a brittle narrative, as if he were revisiting haunting memories in his mind.

"I've seen the crew of a medical cruiser slaughtered port and bow across the ship. They'd hacked each other into gore. The surveillance records revealed a young woman had been stoking distrust after their food storage had broken out into flames. She'd deluded herself into believing there was an enemy spy onboard, romanced the Captain to get a hold of his keys to the cockpit- where she locked herself in when the killing started. Turned out she was taking smoke breaks in there, near the pallets of gauze and disinfectant. One carelessly thrown cigarette was all it took. And she was fuckin' ignorant to it."

Sammy saw as his eyes filled with a subtle but brimming rage, as if he were reliving the experience and seeing the perpetrator right in front of his eyes. A nasty grin erupted across his face.

"She was lucky little cunt. She was the last alive, and perished right as we docked with their ship. Found her locked inside those same Captain's quarters, wrists slit and in the middle of pigging out on cigars and emergency rations. And as a final 'fuck-you' to the people who had survived the slaughter, she turned on the ship's disinfectant sprayers and left it on. Everyone else on the ship suffocated to death."

He averted his eyes, shaking his head with a cynical sneer on his face.

"Rachel Gillaby. The lowly sack of shit that doomed an entire crew for no good reason, and the Captain who put his personal pleasure ahead of foresight. Hopes, dreams, ambitions, the desire to survive- all snuffed out in despair, because of one petty bitch and a worthless captain to boot."

Hawkes slowly leaned towards Sammy, eyes burning with fire and brimstone, his facial muscles stretched in vitriol. In a passing moment, Sammy could plainly see the faint bags under Hawkes' eyes; gray hairs peeking out within his scalp that weren't easily seen.

"You read the same report I did." Hawkes rasped, toggling a few buttons to turn off the ship's primary engines. "The Tulpar's autopilot was overridden, sent on a direct collision with the asteroid. Only the Captain is capable of that. And that means we likely have another Rachel on this ship. So I'm going to board that ship with my own two legs, and I'm gonna find that bastard, and I'm going to make sure he suffers the worst imaginable fate a human being can conceive."

"Are we allowed to punish civilians during a rescue mission, Captain?"

Hawkes chuckled slyly, opening a side drawer, pulling out a hefty red book, and tapping Sammy (somewhat-lightly) on the head with it.

"You haven't read up on Canaris Spacetime Intragalactic Law, have you?"

"N-No, sir. Sorry, sir."

"I'll simplify. The Discretion Clause under Article Seven permits 'interrogations, up to and no further past the point of severe injury, for suspected traitors, mutineers and corsairs, as long as medical aid is provided hereafter.' As long as they are breathing, coherent and given medical care, we can de facto torture them."

"Captain... is that ethical?"

"I base my ethics on the magnitude of the crime and their truthfulness." Hawkes retorted, finishing his cigar. "I'm sure you would treat a suspect of rape who's lying to your face much differently than an accomplice to petty theft who spills their guts out. Then again, I'm one man. I know how bad this law can be for victims of cruel Captains. But with what our nation is dealing with right now, changing a law like this is probably not at the top of the list. And I sure as shit am gonna use it to my advantage for however long it lasts."

Sammy nodded, this time more fervently, an expression of grim determination on his face.

"I see. Good luck, sir."

The Captain exhaled, patting Sammy on the shoulder as he stood up.

"Don't scratch this beauty even slightly when we dock. It needs to look pristine for the photo ops when we return home."

Sammy smiled, nodding one last time, as Captain Hawkes briskly made his way down to the EVA Team.

"God is with us!" Sammy shouted out, and the Captain stopped in his tracks for a moment. He smiled, and this time it was one of youthful relief.

"God is with us." He mumbled, almost hesitantly. For the last 40 years of his life, he'd been a cynical, grim atheist who considered the universe a cold, dark place that was entirely uncaring of life and its inherent suffering. Less than 3 months ago, he had carried a deep hatred and loathing for religion, what he had believed to be a disgusting false hope to the fearful and dying. Less than 3 months ago, he was on the verge of retiring, finding his home agrarian planet, and blowing his brains out. It had been nothing but despair, rage, and agony. For decades, on end.

Now... now he felt... reborn.

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"Captain, freighter sighted. Proceeding to point."

"Good, I'm turning off coms for a sec to speak with EVA."

"Copy, over."

Hawkes switched off the radio receiver, looking across the room at the EVA Team gathered in front of him. Outfitted in Roxcorp EVA suits. Plasma cutters in one hand, Hyletta handguns in the other. Hawkes had Central Command to thank for these cutting-edge weapons; they'd approved his recent request for up-to-date weaponry and artillery. This ship was outfitted and his crew rearmed; the Argonaut II was now one of the most powerful military ships in the nation, and arguably within the Lower Quadrant.

Hawkes could be more proud as its longtime Captain.

"EVA Team, last check."

"Ready." "Ready, Cap." "Ready, sir."

"Ready, Captain Hawkes!" "Ready!" "Ready."

Hawkes nodded, looking to the Triage Team. Outfitted in Janil Company space suits, carrying medical bags and cauterizers; even they carried holsters with handguns. Captain Hawkes was taking no chances after that incident he'd told Sammy about.

No more of his crew's blood would be on his hands.

"Form up!" Hawkes barked, and the teams stacked into two column in front of the depressurization chamber. Hawkes flipped on his radio and switched to Drone Control.

"Elise, what are the unmanned drones seeing?"

"The freighter suffered catastrophic damages at the front where the cockpit lies. There's sealing foam covering most of the front, and there are dozens of holes over the exterior and nearly to the back of the ship that's filled with sealing foam. I've sighted two docking entrances, only the starboard side is unaffected."

"We'll be docking starboard, then. Any signs of forced entry or looting?"

"Negative, Captain. We're in some remote deepspace, so I wouldn't expect it."

"Catastrophes come when you least expect it. Comb it over one more time with the drones then report back."

"Copy, Captain."

Hawkes switched to the Command room, where Sammy was steering the ship.

"Prep us for docking, Sammy."

"Roger that, over."

Hawkes kept his radio on to wait for an ETA on docking, taking one final examination of the two teams in front of him. If there were signs of forced entry into the freighter, the Argonaut II's military garrison would be deployed through first. In this case, however, Hawkes' primary goal was getting emergency aid and rescue to these poor souls. A year stuck in a crashed and floating freighter in the middle of nowhere was no doubt terrifying, and Hawkes didn't want them to feel a second more of that- especially if there was a traitorous captain onboard adding to the despair.

"Elise here, drones found no external forced entry into the ship. You are greenlit."

"Copy, Elise, over."

"Sammy here, we will be docking, ETA 3 minutes."

Captain Hawkes tightened his gloves, unslinging the automatic energy rifle over his shoulders and into his hands, cranking the bolt intensity up a notch. If there was even one traitor onboard, he wasn't taking chances.

"2 minutes to go."

Hawkes noted the air was filled with nervousness. No matter the experience, no matter the repetition; nobody was truly and fully prepared to enter an unknown stranded ship unfazed. Any number of things could lie on the other side.

"30 seconds left."

It was up to Hawkes to make sure this mission ended in complete victory.

"We are docking in 3... 2... 1..."

Rumble.

The ship quaked in momentary reverberation as its docking anchors latched onto the port of entry into the ship. The light to the airlock pulsed green as it confirmed docking was successful.

"Get moving!" He barked, and the EVA leader opened the airlock, walking in with the teams and Captain Hawkes. The airlock closed shut behind them. The depressurization chamber hissed loudly as pressure equalized between the Argonaut II and the Tulpar. Hawkes latched his helmet onto his spacesuit, readying his rifle.

The doors to the Tulpar, however, did not open. This was somewhat unexpected by Hawkes; dark matter reactors were infinite power sources, which meant that the Tulpar's reactors weren't maintained and shut down as a security measure to prevent over-stimulation and explosion. That didn't bode well, and Hawkes was beginning to feel a sinking ache in his chest as he gave the next order.

"EVA, do your thing."

His EVA leader, Wally, shuffled forward alongside two others and began searing into the dense metal with their plasma cutters. The process took only a few minutes, and after finishing, Hawkes kicked in the cut-up doors. Chunks of metal crumbled to the ground, and Hawkes prepared for a large wave of suction if the inside of the ship was depressurized. To his surprise, it never came. The ship was pressurized, but out of power, which meant that the auxiliary batteries were still working.

Hawkes walked aboard with his crew, rifle raised as they scanned each part and parcel of the ship's interior.

"What the hell..." He muttered, seeing a host of destruction, dereliction, and blood scattered across this floor of the ship. On edge, Hawkes made his way towards the cafeteria- this was commonly where survivors tended to gather on stranded ships due inherently to its social atmosphere.

On top of the unease, Hawkes was also angered as he made his way through the tight corridors of busted pipes, broken machinery and leaking silos. Having been a captain for over 30 years now, Hawkes could tell by look and instinct alone what state a ship was in.

This one was nearing the verge of self-implosion. He quickly went for his radio.

"Search Teams, we won't have time for salvaging ops. This ship is in a bad state, and I don't trust the next hour. Find the survivors and any bodies, and evac A-S-A-P."

"Yes, sir!" "Roger, Captain!"

Satisfied, Hawkes continued down the winding corridors, and noticed a change in scenery as he rounded a corner-

"What the fuck?!"

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Hawkes felt nauseous as he moved in to clear the room, seeing a horrific display of insanity and gore in front of him. Three mummified dead bodies were sat the cafeteria table, frozen in place like a picture in time. Holding back his horror, Hawkes walked up to the table and inspected the plates in front of them.

"This is fucking sick." He mumbled, coming to the quick realization that there were sliced portions of leg meat adorned on the plates like cutlets. Without wasting a beat, Hawkes activated his radio.

"Hawkes here, get to the cafeteria. 3 confirmed dead. Get 'em to the Argonaut II and clean them up for the Revivifi- Revifiv- Rev- FUCK, The Rev-iv-if-ic-ation Ritual!"

"Copy, over."

Hawkes stared morbidly at the corpses of these three. A young woman, a young man, and a middle-aged man. What a horrible outcome. Momentarily, he inspected each of the corpses, attempting to figure out how they had died. His conclusion was sickening, and only left more questions than answers.

The middle-aged man, whose name tag read 'Swansea', had been shot in the chest and head. Hawkes knew only the Captain had access to a firearm on a freighter like this.

The young woman, whose name tag read 'Anya', had overdosed on painkillers, every orifice on her face leaking blood.

The young man, whose name tag read 'Daisuke', was axed in the face; Hawkes had glimpsed the bloody weapon sitting next to a makeshift bed as he had entered the room.

Sickening. Atrocious. Horror.

Hawkes had seen plenty of terrible, gruesome, and outright barbaric events in his life. But this was certainly up there. He could feel the despair in the environment, the utter hopelessness of this crude vessel. Just by looking around, Hawkes could glimpse the dystopian feel, the uncaring corporatist metal and sinew that only amplified their morbid horror at the developing situation.

This was a terrible death. And morbidly, that gave Hawkes hope. The more terrible the death- the more likely a revivification could occur. What a sick way of thinking, but it was the inevitable changing of the times. He got back on his radio.

"Elise, I need answers for what happened here. Rip open that surveillance station and get a drone to download the records, all the way back to a year ago, if possible."

"Shouldn't be a problem, Pony Express has shit vessel designs but they love to keep records of their employees."

Half the EVA Team and the entire Triage team clambered into the room, cleaning up the bodies and loading them into transparent body bags, before hauling them down the corridors to the Argonaut II.

"Hawkes, Wally here. We found the Cryo room, there's a confirmed KIA inside, gunshot wound to the head."

"Copy, Wally. I'm heading over."

It took a minute to get there, and all along the corridors Hawkes was getting more and more uneasy. They were gambling with their lives, for every second they remained on this freighter. It was in an obvious state of breaking down and he wanted to be nowhere near when it eventually imploded.

He arrived at the Cryo Pod room, only to find Wally using a plasma cutter to sear through.

"Hey, Captain. The door lost power, so we're cutting in."

"Take it away."

Another searing finished, another door kicked in. The team made their way inside, and Hawkes walked up to the cryo pod.

"Holy shit."

Sitting inside the cryo pod was a frozen amputee, wrapped in bandages and covered in seared flesh. A single eye stared out from the cryo pod's window, its eyelid missing completely.

BWOOOM! BWOOOM! BWOOOOM!

The atmosphere changed from unease to alarm as the ship's emergency sirens went off suddenly.

"Warning. Equilibrium disruption in DMRC-3. Dark Matter implosion imminent. Evacuate via the departure pods. Evacuate via the departure pods-"

"Get him out NOW!" Hawkes ordered. "Throw the corpse over your shoulder and haul ass!"

The EVA Team scrambled to open the cryo pod's chamber. It hissed and opened upward, and the EVA Team loaded the amputee onto a stretcher and sprinted for the exit. Wally picked up the dead body and threw it over his shoulder, making exit the same way.

The remaining group onboard the ship ran with terror pumping through their veins. A Dark Matter implosion was an extremely rare event, and often resulted because of low-quality engineering of the safety mechanisms that deactivated reactors when they became unstable.

In essence, this event was very in-character for Pony Express- that shitty low-tier transportation company. Events like this were so rare that any company, corporation, agency or interest group whose name was on a ship that suffered a Dark Matter implosion event could kiss their companies, livelihoods, and lives goodbye. Regulations on Dark Matter reactors and maintenance, across every nation, were the most strict and scrutinized.

"Elise, make sure you record that ship's activity on the far-range scanners when we're out of blast range. I want evidence to bring down those sleazy Pony Express shitstains!"

"Copy."

The last of the teams shuffled hurriedly into the airlock, watching as the door closed behind them. They practically stampeded into the Argonaut II as soon as its airlock hatch lifted up, and Hawkes fumbled for his radio.

"Sammy, disengage the port and get us the hell out of here!"

"Got it!"

A high-pitched whirling sound emitted through the room as the airlock clamps let go of the Tulpar airlock and retracted. The entire ship began to rumble as primary engines roared to life, accelerating the ship away from the Tulpar at increasing speeds.

"Sammy, we need to be a million miles away before that thing detonates, charge up the FTL and HIT IT!"

VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Hawkes felt existential chills run down his spine. He'd only heard this sound once before in his entire life. It was the sound of microparticles of dark matter getting ready to collide.

It would be annihilation of everything within a 93 million mile radius. This was why Dark Matter reactors were only authorized for private sector companies in exceptional circumstances; they were so destructive if the failsafes failed, that the emergency contingency plans in place for reactors erupting near planets and stars all involved some form of death for any crew onboard the ship. The firstmost plan enacted is to use Quantum Positioning technology to 'warp' the unstable ship to an empty area of the galaxy.

This ship didn't have a Quantum Positioning Relay, so the next plan was to get out of dodge.

"Sammy here, FTL drivers are spooling, ready for takeoff in 5... 4... 3..."

Hawkes pulled up an external camera from the back of the ship to check on the state of the Tulpar. His face paled as he witnessed the ship begin to fold in on itself as two giant orbs of pure light spun around each other with intensifying rapidity. The vibration emitting from the dark matter could be felt to the bone, and the entire ship was reverberating nonstop.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!" Hawkes began to panic, seeing the orbs nearing detonation.

"2... 1... Launching!"

BWWWWWWWWWWW-IP!

And just like that, they had entered FTL travel. The reverberation came to a sudden stop, and the crew surrounding Hawkes breathed a sigh of relief. Hawkes, meanwhile, was shaking violently with nothing but after-thought panic on his mind. He and Elise were likely the only ones who knew how close they had been to complete obliteration.

Taking several gulps to bring himself back to reality, Hawkes turned off his wrist holopad and stood up on shaky legs, attracting the room's attention.

"WELL DONE!"

The room erupted into raucous applause and cheers. The mission was done, and nobody had died. That was a victory in his and everyone else's books.

"Where's the amputee?"

"Over here, sir!"

Hawkes walked over to the amputee, who was just beginning to come to his senses from the cryo-freeze aftereffects. His eye slowly moved around groggily, then slowly, gradually...

Clarity.

"Hggghhkkk.... Hgggkk! HGGGGKKK!!!! HGGGGGKKKK-AAAAAAA!!!!"

The amputee looked around in wild, frenetic shock and jolted his seared limbs in a frenzy. The agony, the pain, the terror, the despair, the memories- they all came flooding back into his mind.

Almost immediately, the triage team moved in to restrain and treat the slowly-bleeding leg stump that had clearly suffered amputation. Hawkes immediately connected the severed leg limb to the scene he had witnessed at the cafeteria.

"What the fuck is going on here... Kai, get him some anesthetics and haul him to the Operating Room!"

"Yes, sir!"

As they carried him away, Hawkes' eyes, tired but observant, scanned over the corpse of the fourth dead crew member. He flipped him over to read his name tag:

Jimmy

"We'll find out what happened." Hawkes muttered with a grimace across his face. "We'll find out who's responsible. And we'll make sure we get justice."

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(Art below is credited to @rabstergabster on Twitter/X)

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(Portrait of Captain Hawkes)

#mouthwashing #mouthwashing fanart #mouthwashing game #fanfic #swansea #daisuke mw #daisuke mouthwashing #daisuke #daisuke fanart #science fiction #outer space #scifi #space #nurse anya #anya fanart #oc art #curly mouthwashing

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brokehorrorfan · 10 months ago

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Death Machine will be released on Blu-ray on May 21 via Kino Lorber. Celebrating its 30th anniversary, the 1994 cyberpunk horror film features new cover art by Jean-Baptiste Chuat & Ronan-Wolf Chuat with the original poster on the reverse side.

Stephen Norrington (Blade, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen) makes his feature directorial debut from his own script. Brad Dourif, Ely Pouget, William Hootkins, John Sharian, Martin McDougall, Andreas Wisniewski, and Richard Brake star. A young Rachel Weisz appears in a small role.

The two-disc set includes three cuts of the film: the 100-minute U.S. version, the 122-minute international version, and a newly created 106-minute director's cut. Special features are listed below.

Disc 1:

US cut (100 minutes) newly mastered in 2K from an interpositive

Audio commentary by Horror-Fix.com's James G. Chandler and Ash Hamilton (new)

US theatrical trailer

Newly created director's cut (106 minutes)

Audio commentary by writer/director Stephen Norrington and film historian Michael Felsher (new)

Technical audio commentary by writer/director Stephen Norrington (new)

Audio conversation with writer/director Stephen Norrington and creature creator Alec Gillis (new)

Isolated score

7.1 Surround and Lossless 2.0 Audio

Disc 2:

International cut (122 minutes)

Interview with composer Crispin Merrell

Interview with editor Paul Endacott

Interview with costume designer Stephanie Collier

Interview with producer Ray Burdis

Interview with co-producer Stuart St Paul

Artwork & design gallery

Behind-the-scenes still gallery

German theatrical trailer

Japanese theatrical trailer

Japanese behind-the-scenes promo

The year is 2003. Chaank Industries, ruthless world leaders in future weapons technology, hires a new Chief Executive, Hayden Cale. Cale soon uncovers a secret and unethical weapons project the company is involved in. Her first order of business is to shut it down. Her troubles just begin as she also tries to fire the company technological mastermind, Jack Dante—a childlike psychotic with a dark genius for exotic weapons design. Dante retaliates by unleashing into the corporate headquarters the Death Machine—the ultimate killing unit. A weapon that tracks its target by sensing fear and has the power to rip through walls with its hard steel strength and razor teeth. Cale must wage a desperate bloody battle with the terrifying force that has no mercy, no pity and no fear.

Pre-order Death Machine.

#death machine #brad dourif #richard brake #rachel weisz #horror #90s horror #1990s horror #kino lorber #dvd #gift #stephen norrington #blade #cyberpunk #Jean-Baptiste Chuat #Ronan-Wolf Chuat

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puppetmaster13u · 1 year ago

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Prompt 42

Does anyone remember the series Kaijudo? Hear me out: DP (and potentially DC) Crossover

The Infinite Realms are infinite after all, so what’s stopping the Phamily from ending up in the Kaiju realm? There’s even entire civilizations they’d fit so well in, and even half-breeds from those different areas that the Halfas could bond with.

Like, we have the Darkness civilization which is pretty undead themed, the Light civilizations which is storms and technology, Nature civilization which I mean, do I even have to explain, the Water civilization which has quite a few mind-themed creatures, along with the Fire civilization, which are dragons and well, rockets and other heavy weaponry.

All of which would fit team Phantom and co rather well. Darkness for the Danny siblings, Light for Tucker, Nature for Sam, Fire for Valerie, Water for Jazz, etc

Now you can imagine the chaos that would result in them learning how to summon their new monster friends, along with the fact that some creatures are known for being able to open tears to the human realm in their dimension (Rumbling Terrasaurs for example).

So what’s to say, stop them from opening portals to another dimension’s human world now that the veil has been weakened?

And it doesn’t have the Danny Phantom world either, it could even be say, a world where they could feel another being or two with similar green-death energy to the nice friends…

#jason todd is who i am talking about lol #dpxdc #dcxdp #danny phantom crossover #kaijudo #kaijudo crossover #prompts #danny fenton #dani fenton #ellie fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #give them all monster friends both big and small #Jazz deserves a swam of the tiny water creatures that can erase memory #along with several other friends ngl lol #DPxDCxKaijudo

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khaohomies · 3 months ago

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Thinking about revisiting a world I used to have when I was in elementary school

So like when I was in elementary. I used to have this worldbuilding project me, my friends and some classmates did for fun. There’s this A guy who basically manage the world we were building and decided what can and cannot be added(Still keep contact with him). So basically most of us will get to manage and worldbuild our own sentient species;goverment, culture, biology, technology, military etc. and then we put them in the world and have them interact with the others. I dont really remembered much aside from the name “Carbill” but it was pretty detailed.

Before I join I was building another world with another B guy(who I’m also in contact with) it basically have a dragon semi sentient tribes and other made up creatures. A guy wants us to join too, and we did.

B guy didn’t made any sentient species of his own, but I did. It’s called “Hed-mao” (Literally means ‘hallucinating mushroom’ in Thais). I don’t quite remembered the other species except for the “listen” (made by the A guy himself). These guy would be native to the main planet and they do have quite a lot of conflict with eachother. There are like, 6 sentient species in that one planet alone and they’re in a pretty big war.

Now back to me and the B guy’s world. It’s called “Maso” me and him basically co-own it. It was largely inspired by httyd, warrior cats and things in that nature. At first there’s only the dragon that are the intelligent specie, but I eventually add an alien hyena and an alien lion because I got into lion king/lion guard. And since A guy’s species is space faring, he decided to have his specie observe and studied the planet. Being stupid kids that we were at the time, A guy decided to have Maso destroyed by make it strayed from orbit and become a rogue planet, thus killing the planet fauna. I was pretty upset at first but since worldbuilding an entire culture and ecosystem is fun, why not make another one?

So here it is, my second planet. Although this time it was just me who own it. The second planet were heavily inspired by the planet Hoth from star wars(I start to get into Star Wars around that time) and name it “Frostia”(yes, very creative). Unlike the first one though, it does not contain any sentient beings.

We would use hands to symbolize as our own species and roleplayed a lot using them. And when the thing we want to roleplay become too complicated to roleplay by hands and fingers we just resort to drawing. Now that I think about it, almost all of us that are in the worldbuilding circle are drawers. One guy really like to draw machinery parts, he’s a big Gundam fan and there’s like 3-4 persons that enjoy drawing dinosaurs and dragons (this include me)

I did revisit Hed-mao and Frostia once in a while during middle school. Gave Frostia a sentient species and wasn’t quite satisfied with it. I’m thinking about revisiting it again. (Old arts from 2021v)

#grunt’s rambling #worldbuilding #alien species #speculative biology #speculative zoology #old art #sci fi worldbuilding #xenobiology #astrobiology

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ttaffanartsfandom · 1 year ago

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Repost:

(December 23rd, 2023)

DA SUPERRAKOONZ !1!!1!11 HECK YEA 🦝

Introduce (myself added up bc i didn't wanna yall introduce my own oc yet if youd like to assure you it's only just a being authorized with dealing in side character all of a sudden) all of the little creatures I've made fanmade characters that I create in mini versions unfortunately the others modern versions used to be delayed but don't worry I'd just add a bunch of details, biography, paragraph script into my history or maybe some headcanons crucially however this is spoiler admire...so I hope you love my fictions or whatever YOU interesting it besides I had huge ideas about them for a theme inspiration in my head✨️(i hope i didn't forget anything)

Ehh... Let's start !!! Who knowsss

TRAVIA CANON EVENTS:

Name: Talking Ron

Main Character: Protagonist (Hero)

Capabilities Revealed:

Curing (healing) mightily Self-Healer (Regenerative Healer)

Multipontational (massive creative and interests to reserve held by educational activities when you use your psychological control power and strength and your co-ordination skills altogether to keep indeed societies from the future afterward to make a bunch of things that crucially get stronger input towards hearing yourself from worldwide passions)

Force-Field - Blocking inside his protection against his lives will fight the right choice (technological attacks can cause his past protection resolution to revolve unseriously injured in front of his control system behind his enemies as long as he doesn't suppose losing his energy without destroy Ron's life specific motion is mentally breaking down. Thus, for Uses, his controllable mindset overpowering to be managed to better flexibility with surroundings that should stay away from them with no distraction from enemies as you may have been danger) as known as "Flyrokinesis" list on kinetic.

Hacking Mastery - With his watch (automatically rare ! It is what it called "Technopathy", but different physic scientific extract from contractors' beginners are very given to many details from watching to attend to their interaction, perceive discovery(e.g., listens), watches, telepathic anybody. For some reason, it is used to be made up of circumstances like giving examples issues any speculation sometimes when it goes somewhere wherever you go till track down there will glow to leads you and gives another explanation. especially thus selection for courses on any side of equity, presumably that has multiple items inside his watch nor recent collections of submissions from amount of research that would helps your visitors to give them your acceptance once and for all !)

Psionics (legendary character does give him more powerful to those nonviolent to guarantee the world is the bestest thing you've knowledge of empower for. Whenever he gets a bunch of superpowers, such as his gem element on his tourmaline chest>under his crystal shiny made on cosmic force supernaturally strongest gemstone that requires you can glow up to became adolescent resulting in the forward when starts to feel like it restore himself into what is transformation in his rejuvenate happens his long-term life does never ever his disappears deathly wishs his luck< In the beginning of Psionics is that most likely the extreme is the highest abilities he has ever does do he got several manipulations..exactly what's about gotten too much his cleverness.

Psychokinesis (termination of his experiment to prove his true desire for complete existence can control his mind by everyone worried that witnesses attempt from past their wayside another he is willing or thinking to provide certified and focused on his influence of starting gets more inconvenient serenely damages nothing can happen to his powers are in situating. Active disapproval has nothing to do in his doubt manner. Don't get angry, frustrated, or picky to be careful yourself by making worse.)

Hydrokinesis (commonly used to known his hands to remake his imagination to separate him to compete against the water to gives his assurance of tries of strength to make a through sub-power hydration value to create some perspective to socialize your skills. The amount of his vex crisis would've might be much outrageous it came out of explodes and splashes everywhere due on demand).

Pet peeves:

Being late (awake, too late to absurd alarm but cannot hold himself into back comfortably straightforwardly possible to remember to take care himself even remotely to ensure remaining days which is also hating how to express to delayed his time however his watch needs to watch out for intend someway impropriety sincerely falling his behavior cannot be shown up to becoming more annoyed after this happens all day).

Snores (sometimes should shut their mouths, it probably gets worse to hear someone's snores during sleeping temporarily dislike the disrespect of his oversight with a bit extremely unsuccessful).

Losing things (again, maybe his memory might be lost, but reminder he powers can almost chase his passes to his stance then again the beginning of his story can be also annoying to lose every stuff what's leaving..)

Hiding from someone (it depends not to mention his manners were too accessible to reach his target towards their hidden and when it tries to annoy you for not telling what's behind here ? Instead of privacy, it'd like to make sure to save secrets and share each other, but unfortunately, it's getting started frustrating for doesn't understand his trustworthiness. Leads him don't make sense don't make him sensitive he's able to finish his reliability that should get deserved better what they staff will do spread. A rare to prevent the "obscure, not uncertainty"? The minimum offer is not just for constant attention because of the complaints that who bothers them who never believes Ron's thinks that is the case could never underestimate, such like mysterious threat. His responsible are always totally trusted with effective feelings because otherwise to shouldn't been said about bad about left behind his unserious, somehow he super annoyed the fact ignores you doesn't affect your mood without telling the truth nor sticking side).

TRIVIA:

Name: Roy Rakoon

Main Character: Antagonist Anti-hero (actively)

Capabilities Revealed:

Mastermind - Supervillain can do things for evil stuff. (very clever to creating stuff, his mind to bragging the whole thing do super weaponry serialization can be dangerous to continually to outstanding intellect such a brilliant idea thinker with original ideas he recently had several crimes to make increases everyone's lives will be devastating. After his steps forward to the biggest clever, genius thoughts that really did that superior were clearly taken over town to attempt fully professional to be theft, it is possible to fought them back his sidekicks' total brutality especially his powers are too unsafe to pop up in front of others wanna be his idolize is way too powerful to those small special about him to not seem his suspicious nor got caught seems strangely to figure out to stole their life properly to such hidden burglary. Thus, he did for goodly stealing jewelries, store, money, and any of those against crimes to abandon his rights it is for antagonizing himself into supervision and ruining innocent people to all gestures could hesitate for them to not care about their feelings because his selfish reasons were supposed be act not selfishness someway the can happen whenever his owner backstabbing it moreover than that doesn't do best his choice to right things to everyone career a huge innocence not Roy's feelings constantly savages moments all of a sudden.)

Hand-to-Hand Combat: (Karate nor martial art skills indescribable the session kick-off their interaction to be more powerful than weaknesses focuses. The difference between hand to hand combat definition is that weapons sometimes include terrific tools whenever how seems to ranges from beside the phrase do not take actions theoretically terminal skills to comprehend the consequences of his control made up tricky. Technically, it's just some short-term things that would work for him. Psa: His pet naming "Helping Hand" (accomplice helper) is a robotic thing to control with one hand and has only button on it could handle the assistance of sideways to proportion each other to destroy the entire universe hasn't been overcome.)

Survival Skills: (create a built something you imagine can have that much technique to use helping others to survive themselves as for himself rest of environmental issues but helping all thing to do common sense is preventing to try to his skills to operate in any kind of container who wanna do job provides master includes fire, wood, water threshold, camping foodstuffs when it does makes him fastidious sculpture behind people wording his history tries helps by himself none of them often have somewhat to receive his reassure until by then essentially safety due built-up while thousands hours to complete this effort any detail that surely isn't that necessary when he used to learn type of basic whatever chooses.)

Hacking Skills: (create grew fast the technology success abilities takes his business and controls the devices of hardworking to make a earned maximum to built robot, machine, unlike scientific progressive access every world has been hacked out by danger however when he carefully plans crazy things like combinatorial his brutal intelligence and must've getting different from somebody's error connections that might be worth it somehow he learns to do computing complete daily through trial-and-error for became a massive negative demonstration although there's more informing the public story about how he uses self-destructive (to availability for his appear the screen from nowhere the nearest time is all over townspeople started outrageous) appearances came up on his mind by not "seldom" his destruction to manage the world will be devastated to sooner rather perishable throughout at the end of the day filled out of evidences).

Architecture - Structures Skills: (he built anything from structural engineering workout, including the houses like can superspeed understands the construction how initiative usually useful for other company's would hire his moderate approach to his powers and thinks of reasoning against blueprint to drawing and creating something "perpendicular" likely perspective gorgeous model creation that creates himself a million seconds overdue after finishes built-in too quickly nothing can change his potential ways even his pontificate are protests very right nothingness frame in front of other workforce..)

Pet peeves:

Whining or Whiners: (to be fair, he dislikes annoying brats to make him look unusual sensitive his proven that he never should ever complain about ridiculous excessive behavior and stuff cry louder at him and eliminates (fails his proper gesticulation words) to their annoyance.)

Disconnect issues: (really hate the fact that the internet connection went worse and might be extraversion (talkative) to his computation tries really hard to connect the right way to figure it out how rid of the tittle scrap thingy when's thingamajig precisely demolished the error problem with getting point in disappointment and kinda annoying how repetitive itself which is doesn't make sense whose fail his handling is game over. Suddenly..)

Slow Walkers: (beholding himself doesn't giving chance why's waiting too long in the traffic suchlike meant to be more exaggerated can't hold himself to random people is super annoying when it starting to feel like it rages the bombarding of huge boring to move on side way to consideration fact to deal with him to ran faster than slow walkers). Quote roy: "MOVE OUT OF WAY YOU DORKS I TRIED TO BACKSTREET TO NOT BE LATE LATER ON I FASTEST AS I CAN"

Getting exposing secrets: (his hidden will never escape his from caught by others to avoid the temptation called out at person to known what's behind the schemes before someone else could see his suspension after all that begins to disassociate yourself one of blames causing a troublesome exact situation to moment of Roy's exposed to the people asked him so many times, while he's starting to annoying at them because everyone though he is criminal or whatever his mansion what's inside to not be considerate as during the investigation).

TRIVIA CANON EVENTS:

Name: Scientist Ron

Main Character: Contagonist

Capabilities Revealed:

Telekinesis: (A paranormal is the mind control itself whatever happens, his ultimate brain, properly repeatability gets more powerful and single physical system dragging on stronger is allows to hands-on manages to struggling appeal the hearing yourself again thus serving is better to do his magic to multiply on supplies to make a huge forceful commitment towards his manipulation skills can lead optimize with his little "antennae" on his upper ears (protuberance maybe ?) to connect like buzzing sounds tough is roughly Instruments noises, and participants can perceive wiring itself to the muscle meter to suggest what's blowing up. Special Features: To the point of wire electricity thingy, this might living aera nearby voiding empty trespassing center is declared in what called "consent" to giving a partner permission. Unfortunately, this can't hold strict simulation aside them who are judging by step a side clearly doesn't like to hear what they said while the end of the discussion this would be his first danger uses aggression at them least of once than specific to take his monstrosity reminded looks like kind of alien moving into evacuate estate direction property. Likewise, the anticipation of his antennae can actually wiretap his wrap on people's minds (like radiation movements, chemics effectiveness) no matter what cause can be something evacuation.)

Telepathy: (reading their minds who accessed their communications since readers knows what point could ever try to understand and unbelievably impossible to assist hearing thoughts, besides extrasensory very critical plans due prerogative, whatsoever is inspection as extrasensory perception sensitivity measures less pressure to reach his thoughts upon about reaction was distributed primarily covered up).

Multilingual - (Omnilingual with his goggles communicated): (Tons of languages for speakable mechanic speaking out outnumbered monolingual ability is the most important thing that communicated even more activity surrounding your different language techniques that can proceed either everyone has cultural natives for could be globalizing each other somehow the human body seems to reasonable for sure if it hanging disruptive his attention personality apart from personnel something tasks and offering them to share their understandings). As for Omnilingualism: (exact what came from multilingual, but this is way different superpower. However, it can treat itself whatever suppose that can refer to speaking out of understanding to duplication opportunities for the opposite side that begin over relatively quickly about true alternative languages to ultimate power and figuring themselves as known unspoken learnt its possible to get plenty of hobby as for his impression gotten into existence. When he associates the part of forgetting his goggles, it is probably rare somewhat to control factor of the numbers, which is that it truly doesn't influence to transform something erroneously that indicates to prevent how to occur if he show the system disgruntled to the programming codes, exports are supposed to be looked greenish technically types of "error connection mechanism" would look like mathematician in a equation some sort of calculator prototype can actually interact in the features sounds generally do things about like most of uncalled artificial intelligence that proves to produce a human languages especially foreign languages includes speech to keep usual vision at them not to easy to his self capitalized. As for his superpowers in any way to manipulate kinds symbols as he thinks of to processing the whole routine, it made sure if it wasn't going after his separation starts while the other his languages could gets supernatural powerless outtakes (depends) as much he explains how the communication works after all gets never known he shows or whatever that high variations are no big deal which is happens he angered it for the "both" example his establishment once-over or not is coming from his antennae CONTROLS his goggles besides his side face right away, again in the further down is usually aware that it charges itself to the main issue instantly causes overpower madness self-control and then look way difficult person's emotions that is a way wrong to shouldn't and expect yourself from getting insecure for breaking to your promise it is because his owner scientific to approach himself and tries to giving decisions then suddenly bringing about his being overprotective is despicable without any anger or bothered by the problem furthermore mannerisms isn't faulty did determine loss combine the logic may doesn't work the way he act up..).(longest story)

Engineering Skills: (Stuff workability is intended only for position to be better being a worker and at the time of resume anything essential that can be leadership or creativity study for geologically math as for branches algebra, geometry, trigonometry calculus, number theory, combinatorics, probability, arithmetic, topology as for stratification details from subjects skills are chemistry (wording biochemistry) biology (wording botany & microbiology), meteorology, oceanography, zoology, physics, geophysics, history, astronomy, volcanology, computer>(I.T stands for Information Technology), solar system, geography, statistics, analysis, systems theory, and logic, & types of particular discipline rules really happens if he is "co-ordination". Also in engineers nonexistent and several major professionals things can does actively to never stops his compared none to his abilities can take you down from his geniuses fundamental knowledge of the biggest energy ever shown your shocked instead of studying in educational systems for his happiness wanted needs peacefully around being teenage and probably nerdy of course because he used to remember how his memories would've lost his enthusiasm eventually the event of his journal used to be number one for one of his physical activity matches will gets scored by out in front infinitely).

Absolute Intelligence: (IQ reasonably sure is about infinite power to manage his own as problem-solving as compassion in limited acknowledges remain in competent ability to take out of service for the others modern ones and create his psychological terrifyingly be fantasize and cans manipulated on controlling the actions no matter how this entire thing work for him must got to be most fascinating extremely and dangerously hazardous moment of proliferate to able multiply to sooner comes situated has become an proficiency for such massive growth peerless the admired of skills is because of the demonstration superstitious can be worth leading toward your damages can also be harmful for the health purposes whenever he never stops his weakness durably to be stable kinds phrase). Unlikely fluid intelligence or emotional intelligence conflict opposites unexpectedly.

Sonic-Scream: (Super legendary for his constant supreme ability purely for his superpower in the most vicious sense of an extremely powerful scream/shriek of high amplitude for a variety of purposes from his vocal cord and mouth, typically for offensive purposes, like causing destruction procedurally attacks, louds towards crowds unnecessarily didn't get rid of his bad attitude as a affected the enemies from his feelings judgment but not required unless they suffer his wave destruction is getting above them no harsh to be sure to careful what is wrong to negotiate. The contagonist can also direct their screams over large distances and even send them at specific targets because it seems really doubt that people's wordings are craving as his regular personal personnel devolved for starting shouting at them in aggressively nerve is gonna solve his handle).

Pet peeves:

Science jokes (technically): (not technically or technical purposefully. Specifically, it is rare ! Scientists didn't care so much about the comedy shows or jokes, obviously, that it stared to be odd oftentimes. Perhaps meanwhile, he was annoyed by someone who exclusively cared about science comedy when he heard of hatred so can disrespect along in the laboratory for multiple attempts from hearing from his field subjects because of the unserious sentence of his startled face off at jerks). According to the journalist appointment recorded by resources of scientific matters, it is a resume to Alternatively write about the scientist profession not to compromise by each side, making jumping conclusions

Interrupting: (in the laboratory, of course, without any helping anyone to try to comfort him and ambitiously can not resist his problems and bother to truly be focused on his eyes to filled out the chemicals holds his graduated cylinder from the many supplies that uses his plentiful for creation but disliked scared of him to screwed up at this point. Otherwise anyone towards his place to be live is not to make messes up in front of your groups or try help your groups with who's nerdy person and elaborate to arrange because he won't do this either few interruptions this time).

Poking: (out of nonsense matter with one's finger to play with the game in poked your nose and the objected which is currently pushing the way and sticking into eyes, is pure disliked it will be bothering any other annoying stuff how tries to poke around him in his entrance part of the most unknown thing you've spotted in actual reason the kids wouldn't have drained absolute might irritating from reasoning to kids touching supplies unlike poking made him interrupted become an irrelevant when's said with that be said he resigned from typical business to reach the hope gets attention as a downright instead of hoax, a goodly thing is he phenomenally hates pokes during focusing on innovation plans).

Clicking the pen: (stopping his loads somehow shows up to spending time, one's person over next to him to barely see being bored till starting clicking the ridiculous sounds with a big earshot of annoying over his intense reaction to it kept repeating real awkwardly out of his mind couldn't resist this as nervousness to may know what's from misophonia disorder recovery is up a really recognize that tapping dripping has rid of the cruel thing the way the pen nerve be allowed to follow his distraction without got disturbed onto makes himself a erupted inside in angered such as annoying as specified by changing his reactivate on spoke of repetition if it goes to represent a noises sounds probably did his unsettling may not have a bad reputation).

Not paying for things: (never paying attention or listening to inside his instructions unless when they understand it may decide to drift off to the point of view were prevent front of your lines while taking so much hours to aware of annoyance begin that awful same way during the time of his thousands rule of graphic suffering to stopping them to waste their time to living in his potential wordy using rather not just annoying in front of them just because he emerged from his legally group doesn't giving right to and proves everything to enter view on infographic not enough of his boarding pass to time constraints other group's imposition towards his journal while he trying to speak to whole situation instead of anything predictable reasons).

Slow internet: (connecting something wrong to can't make things work that happens to him in general until tried reconnect with other device to hacks his own magic spells and seems like it gets really annoying if goes slow retry another loading screen every time that he sees any kind of emergency wouldn't stopped because the poor hands wasn't surving those whole internet occurrence problem it gives so much confusion slows down around the time to figure his out of the technology could cause this trouble super annoying when making his nerves).

Annoying neighbors: (welcoming or greeting neighbors is alright when you eventually get submitted by random people with no forcing creases to actual reason for the right manner to mark the above them. Unfortunately, when he sees others, strict neighbors can judge the behold gathered to his believers, and they start to guarantee choices to having breakdown was no shortage cannot be associated can also find the annoying any given attention something negative towards his kindness smuggle form interact his place need to be getting out and never see them again with huge pessimistic in disrespecting unwanted stuff to oftentimes bringing to other negativity outright).

Physical touch: (simply rare ! Touching any kind of appropriate way without ramble or whatever thinks that he felt, which is can ever happen some groups touches you it feels inside on risk tickles and turned out he sneeze at them in his irresponsible mistaken could be embarrassing did not wanted to gets ticklish because disliking shoulder touched isn't good for it instead of just called his name better this way rather than annoying touches makes him worse that made it out sicknesses and be careful. Physical touch is not his favorite word for unrelated matters. he gets his disposable away).

Mental Disabilities - Disorders:

Hypersensitivity: (according to his skin, fur syndrome can also have sensitivity medical condition, which is the cause of allergic reactions to affect his body fluid intake of antigen regarding type in known as immediate hypersensitivity as for occur there in exposure in allergy treatment for out of his pimple within hours of another acne is belive and hidden somewhere whenever this does makes him look normal looks natural mention immunity to work together complete both to protect his body unassembled is done possible to see results from his normalized characteristic in short retirement life to giving intoxicated feels wasn't normal for some reason and watch out and do not worry about it, it is safe which is happens his through inside above his system works). In the meantime, as for aggregates called "immune complexes," it formed a rougher pathway.

Schizophrenia: (had a bad mood is considered to have a serious mental disorder in recovering from his distress is technically a chronic reality abnormal in case of his constant a bit extreme disabling inside apart from functioning whenever gets worse and might even be starting having hallucinations once his anxiety, distress portion in some combination sets the impaired daily properties in coursing for behavior in his hold treatment out of unattended can sorting through trusted to due results from begins has multiple overview includes, vomit, delusions, traumatic, effective such a particular for lack of motivation and disliked miserable sounds gotten too deafness instead of privacy in form too far to allows him look absolute secure incompletely dishonesty but the thing is for his schizophrenic syndrome won't even unstoppable inaccessible lifelong for pity totals triggers). According to the main calling of paranoia, (losing his thoughts and worries so much what happens if he feels threatened) which is complete become an paranoid for the effects of being threatened to begin to make him look bad, torture himself, and cooperate with evidence are truly outset for some way judgment one of his group's towards criticism about the composing in generally a representative on his responses to not giving nothing respectability for surely outlook on not settling on in to persecution thoughts, although there's no doubt about his distrust in others ironic disadvantaged actions...

Hypersomnia: (cause of excessive sleepiness and the many reasons when he sees himself into difficulty as a problematic as known, not supporting his good sleep when it goes on overtime to take too much far time and never stops workable ability dominant of vary slightly underlying in his illness and told it was unhealthy for his overnight life instead of making things overall does makes shifting work a lot as for sleepiness conditions for ill ironically and repeatable depression, likely stuff includes insomniac of the rest of doings days often and giving easy to stopped his life-long without fixing hypersomnia for the first might soundly needed for help to get back to sleep until the staff works messy with too little harsh and somehow against his feels super motivated of nothing prepared for battle in every hours until ends the daylight for reasons it's a huge understanding his technique must to do whatever he wants but it doesn't fact the change nothing to command his mind to lifestyle to achieve the all night or all day after break or nothingness because of how long does this take to before the overslept beginning ? Therefore, in the uncalled sleep, as far as away his insomnia is not because of the renamed hypersomnia of the definition so it could resist his shouldering statement, an actual clear up that the most important thing is about him to accepted it than he did on purpose either incident way out of businessman. No wonder why he has under-eye bags happening with his sleep deprivation, having not enough sleep quality).

Anorexia also known as Eating Disorder: Historically under the word is also added atypical anorexia nervosa symptoms examples of his dieting physical obsessing with getting skinny (is an average warped body that feeling himself into fluent about weight, is turning something very low gain from an image yourself to look normal may problems with metabolism to eating healthy foods without troubling to his freedom abdominal bad habits are simply made him forced to be intense fear of faith in gaining weight and specific restrictions of calories and seems to be force to gave him poorly luck to the extreme label spreads of the bodyweight intake someway to approach his body never used to lose every limit to beat the better finding food to insure the health on his diagnosis expects pushing exercising causes of underweight maximum loss below deadly less healthy between heavy metabolic transform energetic whose consciousness in malnourished any kinds of nutrition but his body is common diet for a day of no food in such a afraid of thing to do "decision-making").

Psychogenic sneezing: (caught up by hormones fluid into his virus causes damage from his cells to skeptic the sneeze under his booger to protein amino acids can be helpful for stopped his tissue cramped such a uncomfortable in necessary time of permanent stroke could cause a pain to survive during affects seizure to freeze itself nor does the makes cold even harder. The sneezing is supposed to be rare to use psychogenic to stress react in his psychological condition addictive behaviors that are wide-ranging and side effects of the damaging disease can also be unpleasant if the skin was not before referring strongly fear toward parts sensation is not too normal because when he becomes something way worse the sneeze situation has literal disastrous the only thing just don't started feel nothing unless he has a fever to sniffs really dust type of infection).

TRIVIA CANON EVENTS:

Name: Gang Ron

Main Character: Villainous Protagonist (Anti-villain)

Capabilities Revealed:

Terrakinesis, also known as Geokinesis: (a talking about his villain role, is the most strongest ability he ever had that can control a pair of superpowers to spare his mind to dominate the earth but in the certain way to shown version of his powerful ragging from moving solid rock and other rock to the path sidewalks (street) the road at will escalate the to minded himself could sacrifice to stay on his pro overmuch and it based on his variation materialism and elemantalism due to view elements value to section as a simpler nature at making so much efforts to manage his anger or mind controlling itself to raging the apposed of the generates that step to reward can consume more energy ever known as superior power to collapse whole crowd. For the rare answer that he is also creating on his "watch" that is really based on gangs claims violation standards control over reality members to entire creation a reshape geologic materials to process as such as dirt underneath the ground and then that much deeper knowing where to his interest in closest their communications experiences. For that being said, the massive majority of his dangerous corporations were surprised to cut off from instinct strangers. After that, he powering up got destroyed the big attachment forwarding route distance from his general rest, which is disliked to be known as intimidation to people freaked out at him because it gets close to him moving strangers to having anger reactions to flow and throw at them with his mastery manipulation inconsiderable self-conscious down from his edginess. As a matter of fact, the research above his total brutality loses his control over suffering from negative effects of the most incurred everybody's junk towards his afterthought witness abilities taken too seriously, it can also smashing to elements that makes him not feeling pain with his arm muscles too protective to contain justified legitimate use for located in a sudden progressive to made up his elbows joint although it remains his immobilized for a few longer to get away).

Graffiti Skills (aerosol art): (A well-known wildstyle additional making artistic designer from the owner paintings and creativity written is usually to having the best ability skills to grant his allowance for spray all over the walls without permission although common turning into image of impression stylish perfection symbol is it known by criminality standards brought out to single other surface is considerably illegal to never gets seen who doesn't want to use one of his gangsters with non gang-related visitors of wrongdoings is unacceptably stuff is getting something like to have a fun time with sprayed entire world instead of witnesses attempt from comes by toleration and having habitat the portable sided of wall because everyone's knows are knowledgeable to hearing themselves to wanted them live in peace however the policeman arrived from conference in front of his individual to screwed up at this stage for being unauthorized malicious destruction in public property in the meanwhile the definition of "irresponsible personal in human being" is he doesn't care about their complaining manners was because nothing is about defacement he is being ignorant at the beginning then flashes toward your fought and to tries fight his back and forth into bash into "domestic vi0lence" (sorry if this was unnecessary traumatic warning additionally..because of his suffer "vague" is too pure liability are for overwhelmingly dysregulation emotions) at them acts up to pretend against tidings with his unserious answers is giving up on only time does not work anything essential information after his compassion defenceman is an survivor of another reason that can not be arrested involving the clue of vandalism).

Invisibility with his watch (automatically rare too ! Obviously it is probably creating to grant something item to set up for consent at his separation starts while the operator is making significant changes to make up to possible transforms body in to be shield from disappearance by the time can also pranked otherwise recent to vibe him from others to manage their business instead of business is all need to do to breakdown was durably crashed down from outside used to be security within 24 hours of seen a not visible to clearly nothing to seem strangely consider or overreacting yourself to remember how movements works if there's a temporary one a period time of loses his time by the again during his fun or staff wanted to like to stealing everything without everyone's worry too much as far as it is just a coincidence and there's more thing his watch is actually protection from self-defense so better watch out because hes too mischievously plans are way difficult to make him victory battle matter of time is very tiring to attend to his won appear in facility, either second spot of persons passive or take advantage of choices....even if it too far maybe try to do it next time...).

Roasting Skills: (discovery in the discrepancy in savage roastes is also an insult and descriptive reform for the insecurities to best destroy one of his opponents, and an argument is going soluble behind frustration evidently the position down from negativity is belongs his manners was hesitant try to replicate each of tastes went provoking legit liked made of someone's privacy and other behavior shows that tease them in silence that never truly describe his attention because when he roasts some diffusion includes humorous joke, sarcasm, disrespect, criticism besides his gang groups is capable to be better every savage words to loved to see their reactions without his beyond side consequence to defeating them instead of is best giving them shot and not meant for offense ones doesn't mention any terminating of bringing about attack them during an argument to distinguish the opposition event straight up point).

Porcupine Powers: (speaking of spikes for under his half masquerade mask was based on domino mask in the right side half face mask inside eye view is specially used to throws everywhere or it can breaks stuff to prevent how spiky can causes damage to prove to shown that it sharpen whenever their growing back itself whatever starts inside the mask it occasionally even gets strike frequency into restarting times bunch of his branches includes bracelet, necklace, gloves has spikes in there for sufficient amount of attention to claim his rule of such as breaking the law as an important resolution action would probably rest of his absence to rid of his abysmal a bit extreme presentation right outlook. As for his durability, it took advanced in danger composed to a self-made of armor surviving against the stage from where he begins his enemies, who start missions in type of way at a attack high speed, while his self defense will comes with the last straw toward his commentary which is unsophisticated somehow under his spike mask outcalled purposes to use once realizing that could control and pushed the button throughput is very professional to create some turns on design weapons built up by event with his what's planning on going to be is giving true worthy requirements to feel like moving into his organism (output from self controlling to spot there) and everything).

Trash-Talker (interactions with somebody else could aspersion to be mattered as well as the skill speakable describing the debate an insult spoken to bouts of biting is also incompetent, not an exclusive way to make so much excuses indeed to perhaps that made them less confident without his words given the struggle as much possible unlike forced to uses a acts of nothing how do gets done whenever uses for his stays humorous spirit always totally brutal is actual wildest ones ever wording in speech talks about in front of them instead of bring this up to body language sincerely bad calling names or unnecessary negative words intent face-off showdown skirmish on sending icky stuff have no idea his thinks even coming from is absolutely unfairness. Same with the previous one, "roasting skills" are pretty potential wordy using similarly to understanding more the information and differences between trash talks in heavy way..).

Hysterical Strength is also known as Supernatural Strength to connect with: (The most common anecdotal examples based on hearsay are of parents lifting vehicles to rescue their children, and when people are in life-and-death situations. Automatically, it used to force other items to take away from danger instead and least of stronger thing to picking every single heaviest to show more activation. Another usages: He possesses a supernatural strength. This incredible strength allows them to effortlessly lift massive vehicles, large airplanes, boulders, and even locomotives. Offensively, depending on if there's anything metalized like a massive major could happen to allow his power to exert strength to keep superhighway and his protective effect of victory successfully in among these phenomenon get away deported in situating and any kind of his ability is must've known publicly for all the safety gestures by any time not because he is the hero of saving/rescuing everyone to his savior is the reasonable for his emotions probably subsequent unable curiosity toward a chances of winning the his givens by scenery valedictory. Frequently it can be more romantic way some other's reaction becomes mind-boggling to sees his strength can also made him look attractive figure in front of them and solve their feelings to surround his circumstance sort of personalities behind their captures in this possession thoughts nothing to be concern for it getting holds his life and his disinterested based on it isnt helpful by them because he's too rushed for watches more often and wanted them more behave to him but giving short gently manner..).

Pet peeves:

Interrupting: (On abandoned place at his empty spot where to sitting on the loneliness street as announce himself is also main abandonment in a permanent living direction road nearly downtown. As for his interruption, it is important to let you get away from them to prepare for the best to ignore it, but the main issue is that getting bothered, he strongly dislike who blatantly make a huge conversation about themselves to absolute despise in actual thrown in nonessential annoyance in nonsense matter. It's very pessimistic for his response to provoking intensely doubts about everyone's controlling him look unusual abnormal personal it can treat you knowing how he seems raging at them and pisses his off and needs to picked his piece of joy no matter what he truly cares for everything without socializing in local privilege but does make him happiness no more annoying people so just be careful what sentences do only asked his "permission" rule list but that's his own choice though not them..).

Touching: (Really hate the fact he is suitable for mentioning every part of his physical appearances and such as annoying people who touch plenty of stuff and any other who collect his attention because he emerged them in logic might be made him uncomfortable in different ways either none giving him constant permission to feel his confidence could profound feelings before the touching thingy when's feels twisted and unsatisfied does not work for the historical aspects to try to point at their destination for regrets about it which is complete misunderstood by his values is controversial but it's all about annoying people who rashes to his trust to force him looked off from sticking around into pushing out of privately).

Loud Chewing: (Disrespecting in boundaries with the worst to seen oppressed over relatively established less felt lack of triggers however if chewing noises really get under your skin, you may be suffering from more than just a passing annoyance. You may be allergic to certain sounds it is what it is called "Misophonia" is also considered to suffer given the circumstances to can't handle how wild sounds gotten to be worse noises those who he has might a sound driving you crazy from his reactions can range from anger besides them and dislike bothers everything to make sure they didn't care if they chewing gum for giving him attention because it's such a waisted to watch them back is all things to do control over them in violently whatsoever).

Alarm Clock: (like I said, he is super obnoxious on hearing horrible sounds when he got into his mind blowing up and excessive behavior then he definitely might destroy snooze for good with no distracted of sleepy time directed toward him because he literally annoyed at alarming sounds even though this eventually gets worse to tries he best to sleep without awake or whatever doesn't feel too well to waking really that early someday. Wouldn't be a coincidence for him, or it is just for connecting with emotions to be unnoticeable craziness over his recently woke).

Staring: (Some people just zone out, and you end up in their line of sight. Some people, though, have no tact. Staring feels especially frustrating when you’re already uncomfortable..it is really disliked for begging someone's stares for close up each other is the stupidest known for sure how pretended is trying to figure out to looked away from them. It's no problem at the moment, but embarrassing yourself isn't that big of a deal. He dealt an ignorant face-to-face confrontation judge, by the way..) However, he thought that it made him angered at them and reaction it's with his actual own quote mentions: "What are you looking at ?" or another regular slang: "Tch, what are you looking at me like that.. dork ? Can't you see I'm seeing myself to look desperate before you looked at me like a maniac ? Aren't I saying things to you ? Oh.. well, kiddo, being alone forever isn't my business... except one of my gang teammates would like to join just for freedom.... Sooo.. ehh, buzz off !!"

Talking during the movie: (If someone is next to you talking throughout the entire film, how are you going to hear what the actors are saying ? The same goes for using your phone in a dark theater. It's kinda distracting to everyone else that you have said it is wrong to look up or pull out your phone during movie theater, which disallowed them to stop texting so then again become an outrageous to till now to smash their phone without hesitation because he's too evil-doer for ready destroys any more satisfied himself against crime is no to be afraid of his bravery to take advantage of people's devices mostly admires his regrets and gets annoying sounds since it used to be displayed after the gossiping over him is giving up moreover moving another number doorstep but not anymore).

Talking over people: (Righteousness surely you feel a little bit burnt out being the only person who is carrying the conversation when socializing. It something come to clearly gets annoying that dislikes' way to seem get angry is overcome with them within hours to believe failing patience rather than interrupted and instant back away to leaving alone that cannot stand them to stay on his along space as matter of fact the problem during featuring reaction unexpectedly thing's the only way to stop them in to become silence sometimes he associates nobody should benefit from his generalize about the smelly humans (While talking over them decided to choose from sombody else instead of him is also can be waiting for his patience but not anymore).) His mental disorder is adhd can be sigh on side character does makes him bad situations especially their says on assumptions of what to wanted he needs despite them separate from notwithstanding spitefully...Any other common neurodevelopmental disorders discovered that his neurological trouble can be included Intermittent Explosive Disorder (IED), Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Asperger's syndrome formerly disorder (AS), Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD) and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) related to added up. Or May not...soon !

Music Genre & Instruments Interests:

Rock-and-roll: (Musically characterized by a heavy beat and uncomplicated melodies. It first emerged as a fusion of rhythm and blues with country music knows how to play really good instruments and beat the used to be his persona. it also had a polarizing influence on lifestyles, fashion, attitudes, and language. It is often portrayed in movies, fan magazines, and on television. He was really obsessed with it to practice even more activities. In band rock music has put in toward his own interest to point of view is surprises his way enjoyment).

Electronic music: (any music involving electronic processing, such as recording and editing on tape, and whose reproduction involves the use of loudspeakers. It is sure to be different from type of his practical techniques as long as he admits himself to use those instruments work to help it out from his gang-related memberships, which joins up to get into the studio performance).

Heavy metal: (around mid-90s his very young age to be called teenage: A Summary of how did he learns from start to become a professional musician due According to his middle childhood, he wanted to be singer, artist band to carry his own destiny to inspire any kind of famous artists to feel he'll get motivated to be just like them and proceed toward happiness likewise wanna teach himself to use lessons in random notes to make a perfect splendidly blend up recovering his guitar skills of the period time to work a longer hours to practice way such as his flexibility in event exclusive way sort of sources giving him easier until he grew up in glowing up turned out to be well-made just for adjustable a made him look punk figure maybe could be attractive guy rather than be bad guy it might also be mixed-up matter of time for further goes. It stays own lives).

Funk music: (It deemphasizes melody and chord progressions and proves focuses on a strong rhythmic groove of a bassline played by an electric bassist and a drum part played by a percussionist, often at slower tempos than other popular music. Funk typically consists of a complex percussive groove with rhythm instruments playing interlocking grooves that also create a "hypnotic" and "danceable" whatever he feels. Well, It uses the same richly colored extended chords frequently found in bebop jazz, such as minor chords with added sevenths and elevenths, and dominant seventh chords with altered ninths and thirteenths. In the meantime, other percussionists can play funky music, which is badass to give, allowing away while playing the rest of his doings himself to proving all the matters).

Electric Guitar - Bass Guitar 🎸: (It has evolved into an instrument that is capable of a multitude of sounds and styles in genres ranging from pop and rock to folk to country music, blues and jazz. It served as a major component in the development of electric blues, rock and roll, rock music, heavy metal music, and many other genres of music. However, the popularity thing is wanting to separate the music to manage plays with other instruments, especially his favorite guitar without retiring). Another specific short: (Spoiler fiction: one of his metalheads group joins)

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Also a quick sponosor/announcement is shout out to my stepsibling made this MASTERPIECE villain version based on the name "Talking Tony & Friends" image who requested him and it was a huge BANGER AND I LOVED IT SM<3

Designs cartoons were made by the Ttaf official website (merchandise) if you were wondering. (Characters that i drew them) :"D

Characters: Talking Ron, Roy Rakoon, Scientist Ron, and Gang Ron (one of my fanmades that are in scripting them for many examples)

『Layers: infinite (folders) 』

Program I used for very usable software: IbisPaint X (occasionally also using the fonts too)

Hope you really enjoy my authorized writing composition on the dialogue 🫶🏽ngl that took me a week to write/type all of it, and good luck with everyone's reading these, eehh...., that's too bad... if you are lazy enough to read, I'll add some a few explanations (if you have dyslexia) or maybe if you are really interested or satisfied with reading the entire essay.👍🏽

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