#Darcy dent

[judedeluca]

“Caped Crusader is woke cuz they made Penguin a woman it sucks!”

Oh yeah it’s just awful DC has never done that before

I can’t remember when they ever changed a Bat villain’s gender in an AU

It just boggles the mind why they would do something like this

Really just no answer

[kotalketz]

never posted this here, Have an Elseworld twofie and some unfinished wips

[vaultsixtynine]

also thinking some thots and thematically i Know trigun isn't interested in specifically exploring How gunsmoke was or is to be terraformed, i know the concerns are more about the human condition, good and evil, the most christ imagery ever seen outside of a catholic church, and the power of bros with big guns.

i know the plants are an ancillary device to make the rest of this happen, esp concerning vash, but ughhhh. i find myself so captivated by how often there's lamentation about the ecology, but almost no worldbuilding around what anyone's Doing about it. the science of making gunsmoke more livable is a background concern, meant to happen off screen. but at so many points it's sitting Right out of frame, so close i could scream - and thus. this is why darcy exists. this is her driving force in life, something she's already lost a lot over - but she can't abandon it and thus, eventually, can't abandon vash, either.

[misscrawfords]

I was listening to Pride and Prejudice on my drive back from my mother's today and it's been so long since I've actually read the novel as opposed to engaged with one or other adaptation...

Goodness, it's good, isn't it? And Elizabeth is so much more complex a character than she is often presented in adaptations.

The thing that was standing out to me today - I was listening to from when Mr. Collins proposes to Charlotte and I stopped just when Elizabeth was talking to Colonel Fitzwilliam at Rosings - was the chapter which is just Jane and Elizabeth talking about Bingley. This gets cut from adaptations or so condensed to be meaningless, but it's incredible. It's just a whole chapter of the sisters chewing over why Bingley ghosted Jane (for lack of a better term) and what Caroline's motivations were and the thing that gets me is that they're both right. Jane is right that Bingley can't be blamed for being a friendly young man and that he had no malicious intentions but Elizabeth is also right that young men can be thoughtless in their dealings with women who have less freedom than them and their thoughtlessness can do real hurt. (She's also right about Caroline, of course.) It struck me as such a modern issue. Maybe I've just been thinking about the unwitting hurt that thoughtless young men can cause recently, but everything is so complicated. Bingley is a flake who makes a mistake with regards to Jane but he's also a genuinely lovely young man who makes it right in the end - he's still on his own journey through life which he will continue with Jane. Jane herself lets her desire to see the best in others cause her to see friendship where it isn't, but being deceived in a friend is not so uncommon, is it? And she's not stupid or weak. Heck, she endures her heartbreak being talked about openly by her mother in public for months silently and without rancour. And she does it all without ever resenting Bingley! Jane's the strongest character in the whole novel and an inspiration to the rest of us - FIGHT ME on this!

The other thing I really picked up on was what an important moment in Elizabeth's character development Charlotte's engagement is. It actually kind of breaks my heart - her best friend makes a life choice that she can't support but has to and nothing will ever be the same again between them. It's the first dent into Elizabeth's world view that forces her to see that people are different from her and can make different decisions and this is okay and not just something she can laugh at. It's so relatable in terms of life events - when a close friend marries and then when they have a baby, these things absolutely still do alter friendships. Elizabeth gets over it and even enjoys seeing Charlotte in Hunsford but we are frequently reminded by the narrator that the previous confidences they enjoyed will never be the same again. It's a really big moment for Elizabeth and really the first event in the novel to start to shake her foundations of her comfortable existence. The other two are Bingley's desertion of Jane and Wickham's decision to pursue Mary King over her. By the time she goes to Hunsford, she is prepared in a way for the final massive shock to the foundations of The World According to Lizzy Bennet, not that she knows it. Such is growing up.

And OMG Lady Catherine is SO vulgar and inappropriate! She is a direct parallel to Mrs. Bennet and the rest of the Bennets. Just as Elizabeth feels accute embarrassment at the Netherfield Ball, Mr. Darcy is feeling exactly the same at Rosings. Beautifully done. But their awareness of what is appropriate behaviour is something that unifies Darcy and Elizabeth even if Darcy massively fails to behave like a human around Elizabeth. Pride and Prejudice is such an expose and examination of "how to behave in social situations". There is nobody who doesn't come under scrutiny and pretty much every type of behaviour is gone over with a fine tooth comb.

Sometimes I feel almost ashamed when people ask me what my favourite novel is and I say "Pride and Prejudice" because it's such a damn cliche. I should say something heavier or more obscure or at least I should say it's Persuasion, the "thinking girl"'s favourite Austen. But P&P is so special to me on so many levels and you know what? It is a MASTERFULLY written book.

[nymphomatique]

hey Barbie what is your headcanon on nerd Miguel (like just fluffy stuff that he would do with you) ? 🥺 I need some more nerd Miguel fluff 😭.

of course my darling! headcannons under the cut!

miguel in this au is the biggest sweetheart let me tell you (even if reader is a cunt most times ur still his wife in his mind trust)

he’s sooo big on acts of service

mention in passing you’re feeling down? bouquet of roses will be at your door with your favourite candy.

pmsing? he’s running you baths, giving you massages, rubbing your feet, getting you heat pads for your cramps, all that!

he loves doing stuff for you, homework included lol

he’s such a cutie i feel like because he wears his glasses for long periods of time he gets the dent across his nose sometimes and it’s the cutest thing ever

you’ll laugh when he takes his glasses off and he’ll thing you’re laughing at how he looks without them before you tell him to look in a mirror and he sees the little line LMAO

one thing abt migs is he’s the definition of chivalry baby

opens doors for you, carries your books, shopping bags, whatever the case is!

he truly believes that when he’s around, you shouldn’t be lifting a pretty manicured finger 🧏🏾‍♀️

speaking of manicures, mani pedi dates helloooooo

he’ll even get a matching of what you got on your nails on one finger on each hand

you get a hello kitty set? rest assured that ring finger got a lil hello kitty

and maybe even your initials 🤭

no questions asked he’s rushing to pay for these double mani pedi dates

does those sheet face masks with you even though he HATES the feeling of them on his skin

he’s so mr darcy coded he def does the hand clench when your fingers brush together 💔

he texts you updates about this little mecha figurines and lego sets that he builds. he even sends you a picture of the flower bouquet one finished and says it’s yours to keep if you want it :((

loves going shopping with you because it’s the one time you’re TRULY so happy and smiling all the time!

your eyes turn into stars when you see the cutest thing on the rack and you try it on and he swoons cause you’re gushing at how cute it looks on you

he’s just happy to sit there and watch you, carry your bags, whatever the cases may be :)

he’s such a sucker for your kisses especially when you have lipstick on! if you kiss him on the cheek and your lipstick mark is there, trust me when i say it’s STAYING there lol

hes literally malewife personified :(( just a sucker for his mean girlboss mommy dommy and who blame the poor man!!!

[rosemaidenvixen]

Between Daylight and Darkness

Chapter 10

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Ao3

Barbara shifted onto her other foot, there was a dented beer can to her right and a crumbled up fast food wrapper to her left. Lit under the sickly yellow glow of streetlights, natural light faded near to nothing, the sun having set twenty minutes ago.

“Are you kids sure this is the right spot?”

“Yep,” Toby grinned at her, stepping up to pat the concrete wall ahead of them “This is the place. Behind this wall lies a world of magic and wonder beyond your wildest dreams,”

A truck rumbled the bridge overhead, Barbara bit her lip, keenly aware of Toby ahead of her and Jim and the girls behind her, and tried not to look as skeptical as she felt.

It wasn’t as if she doubted the kids, not at all, she knew they were all being very sincere. It was just that their story was a bit…unbelievable now that she was actually here standing under the bridge in front of a concrete wall surrounded by rubble and litter. But given the things she'd lived with over the last decade she of all people should keep an open mind.

“Oh! There is one more thing you should know,”

She turned towards Jim “What is it?”

He gave her an awkward smile, tusks on full display, ompletely covered in shining silver armor from the neck down. She'd asked about his choice to go down wearing something so...conspicuous, but he'd brushed her off with a quick 'when in Rome'. This didn't strike her as the full truth, but it was neither the time nor the place to push it.

“Well you see...when it comes to…trolls, I’m uh…I’m one of the little guys,”

She looked up at him with a start. Little guys? What did he mean by–

A soft crackling pulled her attention back to the wall, a glowing arch appearing in the concrete right before her eyes, blasting away all her doubts. The gray stone crumbled away from the blue arc, creating an entrance where none existed before, falling back to reveal–

Barbara staggered back on reflex, a scream rose up in the back of her throat, though thankfully she stopped herself before it could escape. But a large part of her still itched to run as fast and far as she could.

A massive creature– a troll, stepped through the arch. He had had horns and stony skin just like Jim, but that was were the similarities ended. This creature lumbered forward leaning on his hands like a gorilla, powerful arms wide as tree trunks. He had to be nine- ten feet tall standing upright. As it was he towered over all of them, Jim included. The troll wore no clothes but had a massive, mossy mane running down his back, growing into his beard and covering his chest as well. Ears were long and floppy, a dark snout with vertical slit nostrils in place of his nose. But despite his...disconcerting size, the troll's expression was gentle. Green eyes radiating calm as he stepped clear of the arch, bending his arms to lean down to look at them something closer to eye to eye.

“Welcome back,” he rumbled in a low, gravely voice.

Toby stepped up to the troll without hesitation, giving Barbara heart palpitations “Good to be back big guy,”

Meanwhile Barbara was still trying to figure out how to make her voice work, neck craning from looking up at the troll. Who it should be noted, was bending down.

So this was what Jim meant by ‘little guy’.

“Mom?” a gentle tap on her shoulder pulled her back down to earth “You ok?”

“Y– yes I’m fine,”

The big troll let out a rumble, turning and inclining his head towards the still glowing archway “Come, AAARRRGGHH will show,”

Still reeling, and trying to get her heart rate back into the resting range, Barbara let out a small cough to get the troll's attention “Umm… sorry but what’s an Arrrgh?”

The troll raised a finger to point towards himself “AAARRRGGHH is AAARRRGGHH,”

So it looked like this…troll’s name was AAARRRGGHH, that made as much sense as everything else.

“Well thanks for the showing us the way AAARRRGGHH,” Darci strolled into the cave like this was entirely normal, the others following after a few moments later.

Barbara swallowed hard, fought back thousands of years of instinct in the back of her mind screaming at her to take the kids and flee far away from stone creatures and dark caves back to where there was light and crowds, and picked up her feet, following them into the unknown. She couldn't quite smother the flinch when the cave door reassembled behind her, sealing the exit.

Oh god what was she doing, there was no way out and no one knew where they were. She was one woman alone against an unfathomable number of trolls, and from the look of them one would be enough to overpower her with no effort at all. She needed to get out now, grab the kids, find the nearest exit, run before--

Barbara stopped in her tracks, netting her hands together and pressing them over her stomach, forcing her breathing to stay even. She ran through the various symptoms and stages of organ failure in her head until her breath was under control. Her heart was still speeding but it was no longer galloping. Her moment of panic had been brief enough the others hadn't noticed, trailing only a few feet behind them.

She needed to focus, even if her panic was justified this was the absolute last place to lose her head. And she shouldn't let her preconceived biases color her perception. The...people here had helped the kids, given them shelter and protected them from the troll that had tried to harm them.

So they were gigantic and made of rock, so what? Jim was the same and he was one of the sweetest, most harmless people she knew. Heck, for all she knew trolls considered them scary.

Uh oh, she'd fallen too far behind. A large gap had formed between her and the rest of the group, Jim had stopped and turned and was staring after her concerned, Darci had noticed and was now doing the same. It was only a matter of time until the rest of the kids took notice of her hesitation, then AAARRRGGHH surely would.

Barbara flashed Jim the most reassuring smile she could manage and hurried to catch up with them. Jim and Darci didn't quite look convinced, but they turned back and kept moving. The seven of them heading deeper into the earth.

But even though they were underground it wasn’t dark, a cool blue glow came from ahead. Following AAARRRGGHH they approached the source of the light. A glowing crystal staircase carved into the bedrock leading down into depths unknown.

Barbara was not thrilled at the idea of going even deeper underground than they already were, but AAARRRGGHH had already started to descend, the kids right behind him. And with how steep the stairs were if she didn’t close the distance between them now she’d end up falling behind.

And as much as she did not want to go down there, the thought of abandoning the kids to the unknown was even less appealing.

Acutely aware of the pounding of her heart, Barbara took a deep breath, then lowered her foot to the first step.

The descent wasn’t an easy one, the stairs were steep and so far apart she had to tread carefully to avoid slipping and twisting a leg. They were clearly made with larger creatures in mind. And now matter which angle she twisted and peeked at, she couldn't see how far down they went.

She snuck another glance at AAARRRGGHH, who was traversing the stairs with no trouble. Only this time she noticed something she'd overlooked before. AAARRRGGHH's feet and legs were tiny. Both compared to her own and in proportion with the rest of his body. From head to toe his legs only made up one third of his body length, maybe less. Compared to his arms they were even tinier. His feet were an unusual shape to, small and rounded with only three visible toes.

This made sense with his gorilla-like gait and posture, but it was a radical difference from Jim's own anatomy. While Jim did have the horns, tusks, and stone skin this other troll did, his proportions were human, or at least similar enough that Barbara had never noticed a difference.

Come to think of it there were other differences, AAARRRGGHH's ears, the shape and placement of his...snout she supposed, the markings on his chest and arms, she hadn't been able to get a good look at his hands but AAARRRGGHH's seemed to have fewer fingers. And it was stumpy but he had a small tail as well.

Jim was human shaped with stone skin, horns, and tusks. But AAARRRGGHH was something else entirely. Was Jim's shape the 'norm' for trolls or was AAARRRGGHH's? Or were trolls so varied in their body types that they didn't have a norm as she would understand it?

Barbara was so caught up in speculative anatomy that it came as a surprise when they reached the bottom of the stairs, a large arch ahead of them with more light pouring in.

AAARRRGGHH’s silhouette blocked off most of the entryway, preventing her from seeing what lay ahead “Stay close,” he rumbled, heading through into the beyond.

She and the kids stepped after him, trading a narrow stone cavern for a much more open space. Barbara blinking in the sudden brightness, as her vision cleared shock slowed her footsteps, until Barbara was standing there frozen, gaping at the sight unfolding in front of her.

When the kids had told her about an underground city the first image that popped into her mind was of homeless encampments in abandoned subway tunnels that she remembered watching on the news as a kid. Given that they’d also said it was a ‘magical’ underground city, she knew the reality was probably a bit more polished than her knee jerk impression.

But nothing her imagination could have dreamed up could have ever prepared her for what laid ahead of her.

They were standing in an absolutely massive cavern, so large that she felt a little exposed despite being underground, an entire metropolis sprawled out before them. The city had been carved and built from the bedrock of the cavern itself. Stone dwellings stacked up in hive like clusters of varying sizes, some clinging to the the sides of the cavern wall itself, only discernible by the glow of their windows in the distance. The entire cavern was alight with color, blue and purple crystals clinging to the walls and scattered between buildings, filling the space with cool light. Smaller, paler crystals stood atop narrow stone columns and tucked into the corners of buildings like crystalline streetlights. Which was probably exactly what they were. Rock and crystal where overwhelmingly dominant, but a second glance revealed pops of fabric and wood. A wheelbarrow, a purple tent, stacks of baskets and multicolored awnings. A rainbow of colors scattered across gray stone.

But what took her breath away was the people.

Dozens of them, maybe hundreds, more than she could count, milling in and around the carved out buildings and through the stone cobbled streets. Stone skin of various colors. Some built thick and stocky, others wiry and slender. Horns of all shapes and sizes, some even in clusters of two or three. One eye, two or three, extra limbs and digitigrade legs. Clothing was varied, some were as naked as AAARRRGGHH, some wore kilts with no shirt, some wore shirts with no pants. And while most of them were certainly bigger than Jim she was relieved to see that AAARRRGGHH seemed to be as big as they got. No two were the same, but each and every one of them was like Jim–

Barbara couldn't move, standing there absolutely stupefied, her heartbeat high and fluttering as she gazed out at the vast city before her.

This...all of this was right beneath their feet for the past ten years, this whole time...

A hand on her shoulder snapped her out of it.

“You doing ok I know all this...." Jim stretched out an arm and gestured towards the mystical stone metropolis in front of them "Can be…a lot,”

Barbara recovered and laid her hand over Jim's, squeezing his armored fingers while glancing up at him with a smile “It is...quite an adjustment, but I'm ok, let’s keep going,”

AAARRRGGHH led them down one of the narrow streets winding between the buildings, trading open space for a crowded corridor. Shops and stalls lined either side of them, positively bustling with activity. One troll dumped a cartful of light bulbs into another's barrel, another ladled out bowlfuls of a thick steaming steaming something to the trolls who were lined up in front of a massive cauldron, two trolls shouting at each other in a guttural language that was certainly not english, the subject of the argument appeared to be an old staticy television of all things tucked under one of the pair's arms, off to the side in one booth a troll leaned over a seated troll with-- Wait was that a chisel?

Apparently the markings on AAARRRGGHH's chest and arms weren't a natural pattern.

There was so much going on, so many different sights and sounds and smells. Despite knowing how decidedly not safe it would be to do so, part of Barbara itched to break off from the group, explore all the new, fascinating things around them.

A quick glance at the kids ahead of her told her they were feeling the same way. They were all glancing around with stars in their eyes, darting this way and that to get a closer look at whatever had grabbed their attention.

"What kind of skulls are those!"

"Hang on I think there's an apothecary over there--"

"Have you guys seen this embroidery!" Mary's phone was in her hand taking a near constant stream of photos.

"Can I live down here I totally want to live down here..."

Without even realizing it they were drifting farther and farther away from each other, a space growing between them and AAARRRGGHH as they fell behind. And their heads weren't the only ones turning...

The troll by the cauldron had dropped his ladle and was gaping at them in wide eyed shock, the troll being chiseled grabbed the chiseler's arm, pointing at their group while letting off a rapid fire of that same guttural speech. The two trolls who had been arguing over the tv stopped shouting to turn and stare, both their faces twisted with matching expressions of rage--

The observation sobered her in an instant, Barbara was suddenly very keenly aware of the growing distance between each of them and their escort. She quickly rushed forward and grasped Claire by the elbow, gently but firmly pulling her away from the table full of crystal carvings and back towards the center of the street.

"Come on kids let's try to stay together, we've got a schedule to keep,"

She strode over and reached up to grab Jim by the shoulder from where he was staring at the chiseler's booth.

"That means you to kiddo,"

Jim grinned sheepishly and followed her back towards the center of the street "Right, sorry,"

Barbara quickly corralled the others, Toby grumbled a little bit but Mary was easy because she was to busy taking pictures to protest, Claire having herded Darci back in while she was busy with the others. Once all six of them were gathered together again Barbara hurried them along as urgently as she could without slipping into outright panic, making a concerted goal to keep all the kids close and close the gap between them and AAARRRGGHH.

Only when AAARRRGGHH was a mere six feet ahead of them did Barbara risk a glance at the trolls around them.

They were still turning more than a few heads, but fortunately the predominant emotion seemed to be abject shock instead of hostility.

Still not ideal but Barbara would take what she could get.

Eventually their street opened up into a wide courtyard, ahead of them was a set of steps leading up to a larger cave dwelling, stepping off the street and into the building, following AAARRRGGHH down a narrow hall lit with small orange crystals embedded in the stone.

They followed him through narrow twists and turns until they reached a room that was entirely made of the same orange crystal as the hallway lamps. It wasn't as impressive as the view of the cityscape, but it still took Barbara's breath away. The entire space seemed to glow with the warm light of the crystals surrounding them, giving the room a cozy atmosphere. Still, as comfortable as it looked she couldn't afford to get swept up and drop her guard.

She adjusted her glasses and flicked her gaze from side to side, surveying the large room. Barbara's best guess was that this space was some sort of workshop. There were a few desks and what appeared to be workbenches scattered about, their surfaces littered with tools ranging from recognizable to completely foreign.

But most importantly, the room was occupied.

Standing at the largest table were two trolls, a smaller blue one with six eyes and four arms, this must have been Blinky, and a taller pale one. Both of them turning and standing at attention at their arrival.

Barbara wasn’t quite sure how trolls aged, she lacked the context and the wide field of background knowledge to make any conclusions about the ages of any trolls she saw. But if she had to hazard a guess she'd say the troll next to Blinky was an older one. His mane and beard were snow white and hung nearly all the way down to his kilt; large, twisting horns grew out of either side of his head, larger than both Jim's and AAARRRGGHH's. He was holding a large cane– staff? That appeared to be made from the same crystal as the room.

His eyes were completely milked over, no discernible iris or pupil, if Barbara had seen that in a human she would have assumed they were blind, but there was nothing unseeing about the shrewd way those pale eyes narrowed, the troll they belonged to briskly striding towards them.

“Oh wonderful, more humans, why even bother with secrecy anymore? Why not invite the entire city down for the next festival,”

Toby perked up “Really?”

The old troll shot him a sour look that silenced Toby in an instant.

Barbara dug her fingers into her palms and fought the urge to fidget. She was nervous-- scratch that she was terrified. They were way out of their depth here and the slightest misstep could land them in serious trouble. But running away wasn't an option, both physically and personally. This was the closest they've ever been to real answers, about what Jim was and what happened to him, and Barbara needed to see this through, and she owed it to Jim and the other kids to take the lead.

Forcing herself to move, Barbara approached the older troll “Pardon me, I know our presence is an intrusion in your...city, but as Jim’s mother I–”

Several pairs of rapidly blinking eyes over a wide grinning mouth filled her vison, Barbara jerking and taking an involuntary step back.

“Our Trollhunter’s mother! Bah-buh-rah!” Blinky rushed up to her, Barbara only barely managing to squash the urge to scramble back away from him “You must be so proud! Please let me know if there is anything we can do to accommodate your stay in our humble market,”

Barbara somehow found the wherewithal to nod back "Th-- thank you, Blinky right?"

Impossibly Blinky's grin got even wider "Indeed, I am Blinky, principal scholar and librarian of Trollmarket, and it is my honor to welcome you and your party to our fair market,"

From out of nowhere Blinky started vigorously waving all four of his arms.

The action was so out of nowhere Barbara could only blink back at him. Could trolls...fly? Because that seemed to be what Blinky was trying to do.

“Umm…what are you doing?” Mary spoke up.

Blinky paused, arms still splayed out midair “Is not shaking hands the traditional human greeting?”

From behind she heard Toby let out a chuckle "He's a little confused but he's got the spirit,"

Meanwhile Barbara managed to fight back a very inappropriate laugh and compose herself, Blinky might have some...misconceptions about human culture, but he was friendly and seemed to be happy to have them here. And right now that was immeasurably valuable.

“Thank you for the greeting Blinky,”

The blue troll practically glowed with happiness, Barbara managed to smile back as she stepped around him to look back up at the old troll “And I understand that all of us being here makes things more complicated, but Jim is involved, and as his mother I have a right to know what is going on mister...”

"I am known as Vendel," the older troll tapped his staff on the ground "Elder of Trollmarket, the one responsible for dealing with this mess your son and his companions of have caused,"

The words were spoken with no small amount of exasperation, but Vendel still turned and gestured for them to follow as he approached a desk.

Still not ideal but Barbara would take what she could get here. She stepped up to the desk, hearing the soft scuffle of sneakers on stone, along with the distinctive click of metal, as the kids followed her “Now from what Jim told me, I understand that this amulet--"

Her eyes flickered over to Jim hovering just over her shoulder, amulet still affixed to his chest, ticking softly.

"Chose him as this 'Trollhunter'. What exactly does that mean?”

Vendel let out a heavy breath, flipping open a book and pushing it towards them, Barbara got up as close as she could, the kids crowding in on either side, all six of them pressed up against the table staring down at the opened book. The book looked to be bound with actual leather, the pages velvety parchment, so heavy and large it clearly wasn't made with human hands in mind. The page it was opened to showed an inked illustration of a line up of several trolls, there was writing as well in a runic language Barbara didn't recognize. The trolls pictured were of various shapes and sizes, but all wearing silver armor--

Her breath caught in her throat, gaze flickering over to Jim then back down at the book. Not just any armor, Jim's armor. And now that she knew what to look for she could spot the same amulet on each of the armored trolls as well.

“The Trollhunter is the guardian and protector of all Trollkind," Vendel reached over and tapped the page directly above the picture of a stocky troll with twisting, branch like horns "Our sacred champion, part of a legacy stretching back thousands of years,"

"Ok I gotta ask," Mary shouldered past Barbara and leaned forward over the table, snapping a few pictures of the open book with her phone "What's with the name? So I get that this amulet chooses your new Batman or whatever, but why do you call them the Trollhunter? For you guys that sounds more like some kind of supervillain name,"

Vendel's expression puckered but before he could speak up Blinky popped up beside him.

"I can answer that, you see the name ‘Trollhunter’ is a bit of a mistranslation, the closest this tongue can manage. In common trollish the name is closer to 'The Troll who Hunts' or ‘The Troll who is the Hunter’,”

“So this Trollhunter…” Claire reached over, thumbing the edge of the page “This amulet...chooses them?”

“Correct,” Vendel reached over and flipped the page she was fondling. Now the book showed a close up illustration of Jim's amulet, the Trollhunter's amulet, surrounded by captions and notes in the same runic script.

“The amulet is a mystical artifact, crafted by Merlin and given to the first chosen hunter, Gorgus the Great nearly ten millennia past. It can be used to summon the daylight armor, and selects the new bearer of the mantle when the previous holder falls,”

Barbara traced her finger over the inked illustration of the amulet. It sounded like once this Trollhunter...died, the amulet would pick a new one, which was how it made its way to Jim. Which it could do because it was...magical. Barbara had questions about that, a lot of questions, but there were far more pressing matters right now so she'd save those for a later--

Abruptly Vendel pulled the book away and leaned down sharply, piercing all of them with a shrewd gaze.

“I have answered your questions, now you must answer one of mine,” Vendel briskly strode around the bench towards Jim, milky gaze boring into him “You claim to be human, so how is it that you can change your shape between human and troll?”

“Oh yeah, that,” Jim took a hesitant step towards him “Well I started out as completely human, like 24/7 365, then when I was little…I fell into a potion. Ever since then I change into this," he gestured towards himself "Every sunset, plus when I go underground, and if I get hit with uv light while I'm a...troll I guess, it turns be back human, otherwise I change back at sunrise,”

Vendel leaned in closer, his face only inches apart from Jim's, staring him square in the eye, making Jim shift uncomfortably. Part of Barbara itched to intervene, but things didn't seem dangerous just quite yet, and butting right now could very well do more harm than good.

Several moments of uncomfortable silence Vendel leaned back, shutting his eyes and letting out a soft breath, Barbara wasn't certain but it almost sounded like he was sighing in relief.

“Alright then,” Vendel moved back around to the other side of the workbench, one hand gripping his staff the other folded behind his back “The amulet has never chosen a human as its champion before, and Trollmarket cannot know the truth, such an unprecedented choice for their protector would spark untold panic and confusion. Therefore what we will tell the masses is that you,” Vendel jabbed a finger in Jim’s direction “Are the child of surface wandering exiles, and you sought out Trollmarket after the amulet chose you,”

Jim slowly nodded “Ok…”

“You will return here each night for your training, and your human companions will not.”

For the first time since coming down here Barbara allowed a frown to break through her composure, squaring her shoulders and reaching up to readjust her glasses while shifting her gaze towards Vendel.

She needed her vision sharp if she was going to be staring any of these trolls down.

“Um yeah, no way.” Claire perched her hands on her hips.

“You can’t just dangle trolls and a magical underground city in front of us and expect us to just walk away,” Toby said, throwing out his hands in exasperation.

Jim stepped to the front of the group and folded his arms “Yeah my gang and I are a package deal. Take it or leave it,”

Barbara sidestepped Jim and put herself in front of the group, raising her head to look Vendel in the eye, trying hard not to think about just how much bigger he was than her “And I don’t care what you or some amulet have to say about it. If my son is involved here then so am I,”

Vendel pinched his brow again and muttered something guttural, completely unlike english, before clearing his throat and scowling down at them "You know not what you ask. We are an old race, proud, slow to change. Humans have never been permitted to tread within our protected halls, and allowing so now, especially when our Trollhunter has their own...irregularity, would incite unimaginable chaos!"

Barbara folded her arms and narrowed her eyes "So your solution is to place the entirety of the burden of this cultural discrepancy on my son, who might I remind you, is a child!"

Vendel blinked back at her owlishly, all traces of grouchiness on his face replaced with abject surprise. He glanced backwards towards Blinky, who glanced over at AAARRRGGHH. The three shared a look, a silent conversation.

"Hey I turn sixteen next month..." Jim mumbled from behind her.

Barbara sucked in a breath through her nose and bit back the many more, far less polite, words in the back of her throat.

She needed to keep her cool here, there was nothing to be gained by being snippy, even if she was one hundred percent in the right. Blinky and AAARRRGGHH seemed friendly, and while Vendel was decidedly less so, he came off as more frustrated at the situation than hostile towards them. She had no reason to believe these trolls were her enemies, and nothing to gain by treating them as such.

"Look I understand this whole situation is less than ideal," Barbara risked a step towards Vendel "But the fact of the matter is, if my son is involved, then so am I. That is nonnegotiable."

"Yeah us to!" Toby piped up "Team sidekick is here to stay!"

"Ok we're not calling ourselves that," Mary groused.

In the interest of presenting a united front to the trolls Barbara didn't voice her own opinions on that particular matter.

Vendel held her gaze for the longest time, before slumping forward onto his walking staff with a sigh "Very well, you shall remain, both tonight and continuing on. But it is clear we have much to discuss, and you cannot wander around the market unescorted. Blinkous?"

Blinky-- or Blinkous it seemed, perked up at Vendel's words "Yes?"

"You and AAARRRGGHH will lead our Trollhunter and his companions through the market. Look after them and show our new hunter exactly what it is he shall fight for and protect. Bah-buh-rah and I shall remain here to discuss how we are to proceed going into the future,"

Vendel paused and glanced towards her "Of course, only if this arrangement is agreeable to you,"

Barbara let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Cooperation. Collaboration. Compromise. Maybe things weren't as overwhelmingly impossible as she thought.

"Yes that would be fine,"

If Blinky looked happy before he was practically radiant now "Splendid!" he clapped both sets of hands together "The chance to show newcomers, humans who've never before seen the marvels of trollkind, the glory of Trollmarket-- I would be delighted! Oh we simply must stop by my library first--"

"Hang on are we getting a tour?" Claire grinned and hurried over to Blinky "Because I would love a tour!"

Jim frowned and glanced towards Barbara "But we'd be leaving you by yourself here..."

Barbara smiled back at him and tried to project a calm she didn't feel. The thought of Jim or any of the kids leaving her sight in this strange underground place made her stomach twist. But like it or not she couldn't protect them from everything down here, and they needed to indulge the trolls in the little bit of trust they'd earned. These trolls had saved them and given them sanctuary once, if Blinky said he'd look after them she believed him. There was still a lot she didn't know about trolls or this troll-hunting business, but her gut instincts, something she'd always relied on to keep her and Jim safe, were telling her that AAARRRGGHH, Blinky, and Vendel didn't mean them any harm.

"I'll be perfectly safe discussing things with Vendel. You and your friends go take a look around, just remember to stay together and stay close to Blinky,"

Jim slumped his armored shoulders, wringing his hands together "It's just...I'm worried..."

"I give you my solemn oath as the principal elder of Trollmarket," Vendel moved closer, crystal staff clicking against the stone floor "Bah-buh-rah shall come to no harm this night, I will protect her with my own stone and my own life if need be,"

"See there you go," Barbara gave Jim the sunniest expression she could manage "Go, explore, you and your friends get the lay of the land. And don't forget it's my job to worry about you, not the other way around,"

"Come on Jim!" Toby called over from where he and the girls were gathered by the entrance to the cave with Blinky and AAARRRGGHH, practically bouncing on his heels "We're getting a tour of the magical troll city!"

Jim's gaze flickered back and forth between him and Barbara, only stilled by her hand on his cheek.

"Go, I'll be fine. Vendel promised, and I'm promising to,"

Jim held her gaze, his expression deeply conflicted, before nodding his head, patting her fingers with his own before pulling away. He strode towards the entrance where the others were waiting, soon quickly enfolded in their excitement at the idea of exploration. The seven of them heading out of the tunnel and out of sight.

Barbara forced herself to turn away from the hall and back towards Vendel "Thank you for accommodating us, I know dealing with all this must be difficult for you,"

Vendel nodded his head in acknowledgment "I imagine this hasn't been easy for you as well," he moved back towards the largest desk and gestured for her to follow "But while circumstances are far from ideal for both of us, it is clear that we are far better off as allies than adversaries,"

He turned to face her across the work table, laying one hand down on the table "We do have a great deal to discuss regarding our Trollhunter-- your son's new role, but I must insist that we begin with another subject,"

He gestured for Barbara to take a seat at a bench alongside the worktable, she did so with only a slight bit of difficulty, feet dangling high above the floor, while Vendel did the same across from her.

"The circumstances of young Jim's transformation, the potion that altered him. I wish to know every detail, no matter how minute. I speak without exaggeration when I say that this knowledge is of dire importance for his future within Trollmarket,"

A sudden lump appeared in Barbara's throat. Discussing her greatest shame with someone she'd met all of ten minutes ago was the last thing she wanted to do, even coming after following a troll to his hidden underground city. But Vendel was right, this was absolutely relevant, and he didn't strike her was the type to exaggerate. If Vendel said this was critically important she believed him. Of course it didn't make the prospect any more appealing...

But how else was she supposed to get explanations, answers, a cure? The only way out of this was forward, and trust ran two ways...

Barbara cleared her throat "Of-- of course. I'll tell you everything, but there's quite a bit to go over to give you the full context,"

Vendel nodded and gave her his full gaze "Speak your story in its entirety and I will hold my questions until you've finished,"

She nodded once more in acknowledgement then spoke up before she could loose her nerve "I guess this all started a little over ten years ago, with my ex husband..."

[pupsmailbox]

STARTING WITH D

MASCULINE︰ d'arcy. dacery. dacre. daiclen. dakota. dale. daley. dallas. dalton. daly. damian. damien. damion. damon. dan. dana. dane. dangelo. daniel. daniel.. dannie. danny. dante. darby. darcy. darden. darell. daren. darian. dariel. darien. darin. dario. darion. darius. darnell. darrell. darren. darrin. darryl. darwin. daryl. dash. dashie. dave. davey. david. davie. davin. davis. davy. dawson. dax. daxton. dayton. deacon. dean. declan. dederick. dee. deemer. deforest. deforrest. delano. delbert. dell. delmar. delroy. den. dene. denholm. denis. dennis. denny. denton. denver. denzel. denzil. deon. derby. derek. derick. derren. derrick. derryl. deryck. des. desi. desmond. devan. deven. devereux. devin. devon. devyn. dewayne. dewey. dex. dexter. dezi. diego. digby. diggory. dillan. dillon. dion. dior. dirk. dixon. dolph. dom. domenic. dominic. dominick. don. donald. donavon. donnie. donny. donovan. doran. dorian. doug. douglas. douglass. doyle. draiden. drake. dre. drew. driscoll. driskoll. drogo. drummond. duane. dudley. duke. duncan. dunstan. durward. dustin. dusty. dwain. dwayne. dwight. dylan. dyson.

FEMININE︰ d'arcy. daffodil. dahlia. daisy. dakota. dalary. dale. dalett. daley. daleyza. dalia. dalilah. dallas. daly. dana. danette. dani. dania. danica. daniela. daniella. danielle. danika. danita. danna. danni. dannie. daphne. darby. darcey. darcie. darcy. daria. darian. darla. darleen. darlene. darley. davena. davida. davina. davinia. dawn. dayana. dayla. daylin. dayna. deana. deanna. deanne. deb. debbi. debbie. debby. debi. deborah. debra. dee. deeann. deedee. deena. deidra. deidre. deirdre. deitra. delaney. delia. delice. delicia. delight. delilah. delina. delissa. dell. della. delma. delora. delores. deloris. delphia. delta. demelza. demetria. demi. dena. dene. denice. denise. denver. deonne. derby. desi. desirae. desiree. dessa. destinee. destiny. detta. devyn. dezi. deziree. di. diamond. diana. diane. diann. dianna. dianne. diantha. dillin. dina. dinah. dione. dionne. dior. dixie. docia. dodie. dollie. dolly. dolores. dominica. dona. donelle. donna. dora. dorean. doreen. doretta. doria. dorinda. doris. dorothea. dorothy. dorris. dortha. dorthy. dory. dot. dottie. dotty. dove. drea. dream. dreda. drew. drina. driona. duana. dulce. dulcibella. dulcie. dusty. dyan. dylan.

NEUTRAL︰ daelyn. daelynn. dailyn. daine. daisy. dakoda. dakota. dakotah. dale. dallas. damani. damian. damoni. dana. dance. dani. danni. danny. dany. dara. darby. darcy. dare. darkling. dash. date. davey. davi. dawn. dawson. dawsyn. dax. day. daybreak. daylight. daylin. dayton. deal. deck. declares. dee. deer. deklyn. delani. dell. delta. demon. dempsey. denali. deni. denial. denim. denis. denny. dent. denver. deputy. descendance. design. desire. destiny. devan. devil. devin. devon. devyn. dew. diamond. diary. diesel. dillan. dillon. dio. dion. dior. dire. distance. diva. divine. doll. dominic. dominique. domino. doom. dot. double. doubt. dove. dragon. drake. drama. dream. drew. drift. drip. driver. dru. dual. duel. duke. dune. duo. dusty. dutton. dylan. dynamite. dynasty.

[tommasopraxis]

@silencehq

"MAXIME DUBOIS ESTÁ DETIDO ATÉ SEGUNDA ORDEM!" / PONTO DE VISTA DA REVELAÇÃO / O QUÃO LONGE VOCÊ PODE IR PELA MEMÓRIA DE QUEM JÁ NÃO ESTÁ MAIS AQUI?

Estava realmente muito ocupado, ajeitando sua coleção de livros sobre História da Arte, entretido pela primeira vez depois de muito tempo de maneira genuína, conseguindo focar em algo além do quão autodestrutivo estava sendo nos últimos tempos. Os dedos perpassando tranquilamente pelas páginas delicadas, observando os detalhes que já conhecia praticamente de cor e salteado em relação às obras de Caravaggio, por exemplo, quando a voz da direção foi ouvida, ainda que não nitidamente, pelo filho de Tânatos.

Como estava sozinho em seu chalé, teve de se aprumar um pouco mais na cama, porque não havia com quem confirmar a notícia, chegando a achar que havia entendido errado, que poderia ter havido algum erro, mas não. Ao que tudo indicava, tinham um nome, tinham um culpado pelos últimos acontecimentos; e, imediatamente, a mente de Tommaso formulava que também haviam encontrado as respostas para a morte de Flynn.

Todavia, ao contrário do que havia suposto que faria quando chegassem a algum nome, o Beneviento tornou-se estático momentaneamente. Seu corpo não estava correspondendo à agitação de seus pensamentos naquele instante, o que também era positivo, porque na mente dele as coisas estavam muito, muito reviradas, tornando-o atônito como não se sentia há alguns anos. Ou desde que se dava por gente, a bem da verdade.

Não que fosse o maior fã dos filhos e filhas de Afrodite, mas se dava minimamente bem com Maxime e agora isso soava como uma facada na altura de suas costelas. Que diabos estava acontecendo? Do que ele sabia? O que havia feito? Perguntas que certamente tinham uma resposta, mas que Tommaso não conseguiria obter agora que o dito cujo estava sob posse da Casa Grande.

Merda.

Quíron não podia tirar seu direito de retaliação, certo? Isso seria desumano até mesmo para uma criatura metade cavalo. E Dionísio também não poderia mais agir com displicência, ou ao menos deveria ser assim, o que lembrava Tommaso de que ainda estava em busca de algo que pudesse atingir a moral do deus pessoalmente, mesmo que isso lhe causasse alguma maldição (merecida, convenhamos) ao final de toda aquela loucura e da necessidade de resolver as coisas no olho por olho, dente por dente, que consumia o filho de Tânatos naquele segundo.

E poderia ter se afundado ainda mais naqueles pensamentos, chegando a finalmente se mover, mapeando a localização de suas foices, disposto a tentar ir atrás do maldito filho de Afrodite, quando ouviu o rompante da porta de entrada do chalé. Sobressaltando-se levemente, sentiu cada pedaço da extensão de sua pele se arrepiar, a espinha ser incomodada pela sensação quente e revoltosa do mais absoluto ódio. Sem discernimento ou diplomacia sobrando.

Tudo caindo por terra, por outro lado, quando percebeu que se tratava da figura de Darcy ali, junto dele. Sem mais meias palavras, sem um novo plano de ação, tudo em que Tommaso conseguiu pensar foi em como suas intenções poderiam esperar só mais um pouco. Um único dia a mais. Porque seu foco agora era ter a irmã entre os braços, sentindo-se ainda mais quebrado, despedaçado, por vê-la chorando daquela forma.

Agora, mais do que nunca, queria a cabeça do filho de Afrodite numa bandeja. E as dos irmãos dele de guarnição, já que, ao que tudo indicava, muito provavelmente sabiam de tudo o que vinha acontecendo.

Olho por olho, dente por dente.

MENÇÕES A @maximeloi, @hellersdarcy.

[dissociationswagcompetition]

THE DISSOCIATION SWAG COMPETITION BRACKET IS HERE!!!

Click for better quality as Tumblr likes to eat quality! Goodness RIP my art program putting in all of these characters and texts hahaha!

All characters, including names and media, as well as which group they're in and when their versus poll will open are all under the cut!

ROUND 1

Round 1 will be broken up into four groups to avoid having too many polls at once

Group A - Tuesday, Feb 14, 2023

Patrick "Pat" Sprigs/Rey Sprigs (Mega Man Star Force) vs Crona (Soul Eater)

Darcy Wu (Amphibia) vs Raiden Ei (Genshin Impact)

Steven Universe (Steven Universe) vs Kris Dreemurr (Deltarune)

Ferb Fletcher (Phineas and Ferb) vs Benrey (Half Life VR but the AI is Self Aware)

Jaime Lannister (Game of Thrones) vs Maxim Kischine (Castlevania Harmony of Dissonance)

Sunny/Omori (Omori) vs Yugi Muto/Yami/Atem (Yu-Gi-Oh)

Uendo Toneido/Patches/Kisegawa/Owen (Ace Attorney) vs Harrier Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Razputin "Raz" Aquato (Psychonauts) vs Dirk Strider (Homestuck)

Group B - Wednesday, Feb 15, 2023

Abed Nadir (Community) vs Olivier Mira Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

Yellow Guy (Don't Hug Me, I'm Scared) vs Jeanne-Marie Beaubier/Aurora (Marvel Comics)

Ienzo (Kingdom Hearts) vs Laudna (Critical Role)

Michael Shelley/Michael Distortion (The Magnus Archives) vs Mae Borowski (Night in the Woods)

"Crazy" Jane (Doom Patrol) vs Raphael Hamato (Rise of the TMNT)

Lord Garmadon (Lego Ninjago) vs Alfendi Layton (Layton Brothers: Mystery Room)

Sora (Kingdom Hearts) vs Veyle (Fire Emblem Engage)

Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House) vs Cecil Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale)

Group C - Thursday, Feb 16, 2023

Oscar Pine (RWBY) vs Shallan Davar/Veil/Radiant (Stormlight Archive)

Shulk (Xenoblade Chronicles) vs Jeritza von Hrym (Fire Emblem Three Houses)

ENA (ENA webseries) vs Shigeo "Mob" Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100)

Kujou Hikari/Shiny Luminous (Futari wa Pretty Cure Max Heart) vs Mafuyu Asahina (Project Sekai)

Goldia die Heilige (Pocket Mirror) vs Madotsuki (Yume Nikki)

Gregory House (House MD) vs One-One (infinity Train)

Bruce Banner/The Hulk (Marvel) vs Garu/Karu (NU: Carnival)

Nagisa Shiota (Assassination Classroom) vs Tenma Tsukasa (Project Sekai)

Group D - Friday, Feb 17, 2023

Cloud Strife (Final Fantasy VII) vs Zenitsu Agatsuma (Demon Slayer)

Harvey Dent/Two-Face (DC) vs Homura Akemi (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Blitzwing/Icy/Hothead/Random (Transformers Animated) vs Kayano Mikoto (MILGRAM)

Mike/Chester/Svetlana/Vito/Manitoba/Mal (Total Drama) vs Bruce Wayne/Batman (DC)

Sayo Yasuda (Umineko No Naku Koro Ni) vs Nandor the Relentless (What we do in the Shadows)

Jackson Jekyll/Holt Hyde (Monster High) vs Ingo (Pokemon)

Punch/Counterpunch (Transformers) vs Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Chara Dreemurr (Undertale) vs Ash Williams (Evil Dead)

Thank you SO MUCH for everyone who submitted these lovely characters, I wish them all the best of luck!!! See youse all tomorrow~

[dc-tournaments]

[gummybugg]

find the word tag!

tagged by @digitalsatyr23 here! havent done this tag in a bit, but i have more writing now so its not so difficult to find new words :'D

rules: find the words in your writing and paste a sample here

my words to find: wrong, find, dream, and cloud

(Wasn't sure if this post warrents a content warning, but it does reference suicidal ideation, dissociation, and kidnapping, so be aware.)

...

WRONG

(from my dormant wip the mice come out at night - morgana's pov/diary entry)

I was supposed to have died that day, I found myself thinking. But this thought wasn't out of scorn or hatred for the times I had made since then, it was a matter of fact. I didn't get what I had been promised, yet this time I wasn't so sure what I had expected at the time. Morgana then and now were two cherries separated at the stem. Our concept of what we thought we needed mirrored, the reflection a jarring contrast. "You must have the wrong guy," I found myself saying, cutting through my rampant thoughts. I highly doubted there was anything Vincent could be capable of lying to us about. Even if he decided to tell the others and not me, I was at least 99% certain Juniper would have spilled it by now.

FIND

(from my wip crater city - melony's pov)

Darcy looked down at his hands and the tears that fell into them. "I'm crying." He said, as if baffled by the phenomenon. His voice grew more distant, attempting to fade seamlessly into the background noise. "Look what you've made me do." "Darcy..." I began. "It feels warm and achy. But something is there. It's times like these that make me feel real. Feel human." "Darcy, you are human." "At this moment, I am. In the next few seconds, I won't be anymore. I hate it when emotions fade out of existence..." He sat at my desk with his face buried in his hands. It was customary for when his "mind checked out," as he used to say. "Your emotions don't go away. They're just hiding." He looked up at me with hollow eyes and a slack jaw. But they weren’t hollow because they were empty; they were hollow because they had yet to return. "They're just playing a game of hide and seek.” He grunted in agitated confusion. I sighed, picking up where I left off in the clutter. “Right now, sadness is 'it' and it's having a hard time finding the others. Hmm, I'd wager that anger is hiding in a prickly blackberry bush. Fear isn't always smart, so it's hiding clear-as-day behind a tree. Happiness is relaxing way up high in a tree..." I stood on my toes to prop the last textbook at the top of the shelf. The ridiculous analogy made Darcy chuckle. "It seems it found laughter first," I stuck out my tongue. Darcy came over to help, except my balance was a bit off and the book may have accidentally slipped from my fingers. It knocked him on the head before hitting the floor with a deafening belly flop. Instead of complaining about his head, his eyes lingered on the fallen book for a few extra seconds.

DREAM

Uhhhh none i think

CLOUD

(from my wip crater city - blair's pov)

I slapped the dented trunk of the sedan shut. The trunk was a briefcase from the show Steal or No Steal, and I was the pretty lady in red. But the look on Elijah’s face told me he was not fully convinced that this was the deal of a lifetime. He was starting to get on my nerves. He didn't know how to appreciate an offer of such high demand. It was honestly insulting. However, my TV show escapade was short-lived once I realized that he wasn’t going to let up. He was really upset, wasn't he? I could see it in his vacant stare: his soul had left his body. He took a step back, hands hovering cluelessly at his sides. “Uh, Elijah? What’s wrong, man?” I leaned against the creaky trunk, which snapped further shut, almost forfeiting my balance. It really needed more bungee cords, come to think if it. “This…this isn’t even one of the guys that harassed me.” “Come again?” Elijah was such a joker. “Blair…” The abstraction of my friend clutched my shoulders, causing the damp fabric to press into my skin. His hollow eyes sat constricted in their sockets, white about to burst in urgency. “It’s just some guy with green hair…” “Yeah, and…?” I raised a brow. Of course, he had green hair. What was he going on about? I saw a man with the same colored hair as one of the guys Elijah described, then I…wait, where did I even find this guy? I don’t even remember his face. And it would really be embarrassing to double-check by popping open the trunk. Had I really…? I searched the swirling green clouds for an answer. Then Elijah called my name and my wandering eyes found their way back to his.

...

gently tagging @asterhaze @ditzybitzyspider @forthesanityofsome @frostedlemonwriter @new-royston-cursebreakers and anyone else

rules: find the words in your writing and paste a sample here

your words to find: pull, back, away, and whenever

...

crater city mayhem taglist (dm to be added/removed): @writeouswriter @lyra-brie @digitalsatyr23 @talesfromtheunknowable

[starry-hughes]

darcy got a jersey for beau this season and she was walking around last night in just the jersey and beau was just foaming at the mouth. the headboard possibly marked up the wall.

He was either fucking her from behind or she was on top of

And that’s how the wall had dents in it with missing paint

from behind

[dreamtydraw]

Hiya! I got a question for your OL2 MC’s! If you could assign a song to each of their characters, what song(s) would you choose? (And why would you choose those songs if you wanna go into it)

heyaaaaa !!! Thanks you for the ask anon :} I actually have a playlist for all of them !

For valentin I have one specific song for her body dysphoria that is called pas beaux ( ugly / not pretty ) by a belgium singer named Suzanne. This one is pretty simple, it’s about how heavy it feels to feel bad abour your body and disliking your skin.

But generaly THE song i associate to valentin is something about you by eyedress Dent may. Mainly the lyrics « she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl i ever seen, from the cover of a magazine » Because it’s what Valentin aspire to be, the prettiest girl. Also it fits for her romance with tamarack « we stayed up all night and slept up ´til noon » « I can’t wait to buy you things, A brand new diamond ring »

👏🏻VALENTIN 👏🏻IS 👏🏻SMITTEN 👏🏻👌🏻💍

For Darcie it would be blue haired boy by Madilyn Mei simply because i think her voice fit Darcie but also the song works well about how Darcie is always anxious « Had i made a whole conversation up in my head ? Over the thing i could’ve done or i could have said » and also her low self esteem but romanticization of everything happening to her « You’re probably already forgotten about me and my hair that bleached and slightly green… »

For Daisy i have two songs, one before she got bullied and one after.

Before she got bullied ( so step 1 to 2 ) it would be Daydreamer by Aurora because Daisy is a dreamer, she is in her world her imagination.

« I hear the quiet sweet music that no one sings »

« We should be daydreamers »

« All I ever know is what about I dream about »

After getting bullied and regretting every way she ever acted with people her theme song would be Prom dress by mxmtoon, simply because the entire song is a scene that could happen for her ??? ( yes i envisaged this possible scenario if we indeed get a prom moment at step 3 )

« Everyone seemed to say it was so great, but did I miss out ? Was it a huge mistake ? »

« I hold so many small regrets, And what if is down inside my head »

« My demeanor is often misread »

Thanks you for reading !!! :D

[lungsandlips]

Darcy

Name: Darcy

Alias: Darcy

FC: Damiano David

Date of Birth: ???

Species: Unknown Shadow Creature

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Pansexual

Relationship Status: "Single"

Place of Birth: New York

Current Residence: New York

Occupation: N/A

Mother: N/A

Father: N/A

Siblings: N/A

Spouse/Lover(s): He's most definitely fucking Atlas.

Children: None

ABILITIES

Shadow Travel

Shadow Manipulation

Fear Inducement (heavily relies on knowing what someone is afraid of)

Emotional Energy Absorption (seems exclusive to fear)

Accelerated Healing

Slowed Aging

Immortality (given that someone doesn't find a way to snuff him out)

One day Darcy simply appeared out of the shadows to wreak havoc and have fun doing it. What he is exactly is sort of unknown. A thing that goes bump in the night, darkness, a sliver of a shadow. Darcy feeds off fear, finds it delightful but he mostly gets scraps these days. Not a lot of people are upfront about what they're afraid of and it puts a dent in his supply.

Reckless, dangerous and a liar it's hard to tell sometimes when Darcy's just having a laugh or keeping the truth to himself.

Darcy has no family and very few friends and he seems to exist simply because he wants to.

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Looking down at Darcy as he slept in his lap wasn't new but he felt different over the last few weeks. A strangeness between them that never really left. Lance wasn't sure what to call it but he was pretty scared to try and found out what it was because if he labels it, it'll become something else or just die out with it being known.

As he runs his fingers through the ends of the others locks that decorate his thigh, he rolls his head back on the cushion and stares at the ceiling in deeper thought. A habit he had for a while, but one often not so deep like this.

Warm and woken from his own nap in the damned new beanbag they got over the week. He awaited his fate for Darcy's deeper slumber to lull him back under, with his hand buried to the roots of Darcy's head petting around in gentle strokes - he let his eyes close and his thoughts race until he couldn't hear them any more.

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The beanbag was one of their best purchases, even if it did make a dent in their otherwise meager income. But Darc was a believer in rewarding oneself with something nice from time to time; and really, he just wanted something nice to share with Lance. It was a treacherous piece of furniture though, making him feel a sense of calm in a way nothing else had done in a long time, especially if he got to share the space with his roommate. Darcy was pretty sure he got the best naps on that thing, while clinging to Lance.

Even now he was having a rare peaceful sleep, much deeper than that of a small quick nap. Though, the ever light touches on his hair had him twitch slightly, his nose scrunch up for a moment and he made a small whining noise somewhere in the back of this throat before turning, nuzzling his face into Lance's stomach. A sigh, a murmur of inaudible words of something sweet.

His head is turned just enough so he can breathe comfortably as he relaxes again, content with where he is, squishing his roommate and best friend. Warm, cared for. Safe.

Knowing exactly where he is, comforted by their presence.

Yeah, the beanbag was a great purches. Lance just had to make sure he didn't need to go anywhere for however long Darius ended up sleeping, or how long Lance let him.

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This Day in X-Project - September 4

2015: Alison wonders if she should dye her hair again. Laurie posts an article about wormholes. Jubilee asks if anyone wants gifts while she is in Cairo. Sue texts Alison and ask how she is doing with lasers. Lorna texts Alex that California is a go and if he would like to join her at her work. Gabriel is interested in learning about being a spy and Kevin shows some guidance. Sharon Friedlander introduces herself to the journals. Amadeus posts that he is the King of Deer and people should come and lick the peanut butter off their king’s face. Kitty texts Scott if he is still awake. Kyle is summoned to Charles' office and given a potential job - tutoring the students unable to attend the local high school yet.

2016: Jubilee complains about having to work at night. Gabriel suggests an end-of-summer party.

2017: Tandy asks if there’s a way to remove zombie smell from clothes.

2018: Hope A. emails those who helped her acquire her first piece of real estate to thank them. Sharon F. emails her friend about Qunbula and discovers everyone who may have been part of the same program has vanished; Sharon F. goes to Harry’s to drink away her anger and runs into Garrison.

2019:

2020:

2021: Matt finds Maya in the team training room and they have a chat about what happened during the California mission.

2022: Kevin grabs Darcy for some late night technology hunting. Terry texts Darcy, concerned for Kyle's well-being.

2023: Jubilee laughs on the journals at Jessica’s drama. Megan makes a journal post announcing she will be spray-painting t-shirts at the Labor Day party. Darcy and Kevin catch up poolside and enjoy drinks. Jean and Garrison talk at the “boring grill”. Sam swings by the mansion to celebrate Labor Day and Clint keeps him company. April feeds the wolf and teases Garrison about being a grill dad. Sharon S. tries to steal Jean’s chicken, but they end up bonding. Haller and Molly dent some things while playing super-powered horseshoes. Sharon S. and Liam discuss their mutual nemesis, Namor. Artie and Shatterstar meet each other. Arthur, Haller, and Shatterstar throw knives, revealing the existence of Benji to Arthur and the existence of Davey’s knife throwing lessons to Haller. Rictor, Shatterstar, Liam, and Match play chicken in the pool. Liam stops Sharon S. from scamming Sam out of his food. Terry is a mother hen to Shatterstar. Sharon S. asks Artie invasive questions and gets sparkles in her eyes for her trouble. Sharon S. proceeds to seek comfort from Darcy and Alani. Warren bothers Haller about wedding choices until he gets a work call and summons Illyana, leading to Illyana using Haller to help her pack. Clint enjoys Illyana and Boris’s presence until Illyana is called away for work. Doug makes an appearance to get food with Darcy. April is knocked into the pool by a wrestling pair of cat mutants and winds up talking with Scott. Jean texts Arthur to apologize for a misunderstanding that came off as rude on the journals. Jess and Match run into each other while stocking up on free food. Nica and Scott have a poolside chat about condiments and formality. Artie and Matt commiserate about having enhanced tastebuds. Namor and Emma flirt over poolside snacks. Marie-Ange drags Amanda away from the Transian books to take a break and they are amused by Sharon S.'s reaction to one of MA's imps.