#However I respect its lore.

[lavenderprose]

OH alright I've connected the dots. The way that lich dick works is Emmrich just throws on a strap-on. That's the lich dick. I'm actually very into this vision. I think he would keep a little collection of them and let Rook pick depending on their mood that night. Also I firmly believe that even if lich Emmrich doesn't strictly speaking COME anymore given lack of like...nerve endings and blood, they do discover that if Rook, like, jangles their hand around his hip bones and does a couple of funky necromantic hand gestures he DOES see stars. Just a lich and his spouse who he's obsessed with reinventing lesbian sex. They are very horny specifically for each other in the most gothic way possible. Their friends just watch them slowly becoming weirder together and they're like you know what? Good for them.

"Lucanis likes it when I lick his ear," says Neve, one night when they're all wine drunk and having 'ladies' time. 'Ladies' because Taash is there and Rook is...y'know, whatever.

"Oh, yeah, ear stuff," says Taash, like this is something they've always said.

"Emmrich likes it when I put my head--" Rook kneels on the floor and mimes what appears to be a complicated movement involving a hat. The hat being, presumably, Emmrich.

"NO," shrieks everyone else.

"One time I got stuck," says Rook, solemnly.

Bellara, who's frantically scribbling notes, looks up and says, "How did you get, er, unstuck?"

"Well," says Rook, rolling around on the floor like they live there now. The others are consuming wine at a rate that is not only unwise but unpractical, hoping to forget the conversation by the morning. "Turns out, liches still sneeze."

"Ohhh," says Bellara, like this makes perfect sense.

[oldrudshore]

Trust that you will not see me posting any other opinions but I had a thought and I need to express this. I don't use or accept the canon naming scheme that is presented in TFA (Cybertronians being named for a skill or ability). My justification for this is that the episode where this concept is introduced (Autoboot Camp, s02e09) is the same episode where Cliffjumper appears in the series for the first time, and I don't feel the need to expand further than that

[barblaz-arts]

I've come back to drop some Next Gen Nevermore lore, this time about Sora and Regine's parents 💕

Yukiko Toriyama

Because of my love for parallels, she's a doctor to match the adult characters in the show (Principal - Weems/Bianca; Sheriff - Galpin/Walker). She's a surgeon though, not a therapist like Kinbott, but still a doctor!

Yukiko's around Wednesday and co's age, so she was also in Jericho High when they were in Nevermore. She has a huge respect for Outcasts, thinking that they are very cool. In fact, she thought this one siren girl that she first saw during Outreach Day was especially cool. Soon she will find out that her name is Bianca Barclay and that her classmate Lucas Walker will end up dating her.

She met Sora's father some time after graduating from high school. She fell for his confidence, and was especially impressed that he was an Outcast. Unfortunately she realized too late that he's all talk. When she got pregnant with Sora, his rich parents essentially sent her hush money, which she accepted and used to pay for med school. Sora's grandparents helped raise her while Yukiko finished her studies, so she wasn't as present as she probably should have been during Sora's childhood. She tries her best though, really.

Hugo Schuyler

Sora's father. He came from a rich and reputable family of psychics that specialize in spirits, also known as Herons. Because of his family's reputation, he developed a huge ego and has delusions of grandeur.

He's a glutton for attention, a trait that Sora unfortunately inherited as she also always makes an effort to fit in with "the popular crowd" among her peers. However unlike Sora who is ashamed of her outcast status and prefers to hide her power, Hugo has a superiority complex and overcompensates for his weak psychic abilities by being obnoxiously loud about his outcast status and his family's name.

He ends up starting a YouTube channel as a paranormal investigator after Nevermore. When he finds out he has a daughter, he's quick to head over to Nevermore and rope Sora into his paranormal shenanigans. No, it doesn't end up being a cute father-daughter bonding activity.

He sees both Wednesday and Enid as rivals. Wednesday for her formidable psychic powers (and reputation!), Enid for, well, her more successful YouTube channel(which isn't even hers, it's the Wolf Preserve's). Wednesday does not remember him from their high school days though, and Enid purposely mixes him up with Xavier when addressing him.

Vega hates him because he thinks aliens don't exist.

Erica Gutierrez

(I don't have her design and personality fully conceptualized yet, sorry)

Erica is Eugene's ex-wife and is a famous actress who started out when she was a teenager. She used to be a celebrity crush of Eugene's when he was in Nevermore, and dating and marrying her was a dream come true that sadly didn't last.

Erica makes an effort to see Regine when she can, and she usually has her daughter stay with her throughout the summer. Her fame comes with its own cons, particularly the excessive attention she(and by extension her family) gets hugely contributing to Regine's overly reclusive personality.

Erica had nothing to do with Outcasts before meeting Eugene and is every bit of a Normie. She and Wednesday never liked each other. She gets along well with Enid because she thinks Enid is normal enough when she isn't wolfed out. Enid likes her for getting her Michelle Yeoh's autograph and a video message as a birthday gift once. (Wednesday hates that Eugene's ex wife of all people showed her up that year)

None of the Nevermore student knew Regine's mother was a celebrity until Erica decided to give her daughter a surprise visit during Family Day(coincidentally the same day Hugo goes to meet Sora. It was a long weekend for the girls)

(masterpost for my AUs here)

EDIT: I ALMOST FORGOT!

Partial credit to @whitebeltwriter for coming up with Yukiko's background with me. I no longer remember which parts were my idea and which is hers, but pls know that it was a collaborative effort

[jinuaei]

Yandere Tarn x human Reader

Warning: OOC! NOT COMIC ACCURATE I ONLY KNOW A LITTLE BIT ABOUT THE LORE ALSO IGNORE THE TIME DIFF I KNOW ITS LIKE MILLIONS OF YEARS BETWEEN PRE WAR AND POST WAR. Spoilers for Tarn lore?

Imagine being Tarn’s first ever human he has met when he was still Damus, you being a cute human Liaison that follows around Senator Shockwave who also brings you around the Academy. You are an adorable, curious little thing, always so eager to see the different bots’ outlier abilities and wanting to know how it works, and Damus’ ability was the one that caught your eye. And he too is smitten with you from the very first time he laid optics on you, but he respects the Senator so much that he tends to shy away from actively seeking you out. 

However, you don’t seem to fear the large bots that could squish you with one of their pedes considering you’ve been persistently seeking him out even when he tries to hide away from you. In the end, he could not escape the temptation that is you.How could he? When you are so persistent in getting to know him, even to the point where you would sneak off to find him —He feels honoured whenever you do so, so special that you chose him out of all the students to befriend— He cannot do much to entertain you, but you seem to enjoy seeing him use his abilities to annoy bots by shutting their stuff off, mostly datapads and what not.

Both of you enjoy each other's company so much, sharing stories and knowledge. He finds himself especially invested in human arts, mainly music, it’s much different than Cybertronian music, it’s softer, less robotic, more organic, it’s so…you. He likes to hear you sing, even when you are humble with your abilities, he thinks of it as perfect. He cannot help but adore music that comes out from your mouth. Ah yes, your mouth, your language’s equivalent to the word ‘intake’. He remembers you saying something about kisses and how humans do it to show affection, but Cybertonians never had something similar to that so he does not pay mind to it. But he cannot deny how much he wants you to do it to him, especially when you mentioned something about it can be ‘intimate’ at times.

His days are always bright whenever you come to visit, your small body tucked close to the Senators frame, so talkative and friendly. He also notices the matching colours of your drapes with that of Shockwaves colour of the week, he observes that he enjoys seeing you in purple more than that of any other colour. Gifts seem to be common for you, as you seem to give him lots of small trinkets, but his favourite is a purple scarf that you gave him after he expressed how much he likes that colour on you.

Somehow, you managed to put in a good word about yours and Damus’ excursions considering Senator Shockwave has approached him himself to entrust your safety to the student whenever he is too busy to show you around. And of course, Damus has taken that role seriously, so seriously in fact that the other students you are also close with seem to avoid you all together whenever he is there. Always watching, always looming over your small form.

But then Senator Shockwave got caught, forced to undergo through Empurata and Shadowplay, and he did not find you ever since. He did not find comfort from your presence when he woke up after being subjected to the same fate as his teacher, stripped from his identity as Damus, now Glitch. But even his faceplate has been replaced, forced to be faceless, to be a nobody, his processor still kept the memories of the only person that knows him, the true him, him as Damus and not Glitch. You…You, you, YOU. His dearest human.

He remembers a conversation about your world's religion, about how many there are that exist on your planet, and how anybody can create a religion by just believing in it. And he does, in you. Creating a religion where you are his god and he is your most devoted follower – a religion where only he is to worship you.

Perhaps if he prayed enough, devoted himself enough to you, you will return, just like how yours has 3 days after his death. But you never did. Still, he prays to you daily, even when under Optimus’ care he did not forget to call for you, and while he uses his spare time to read Megatron's manifesto, he always makes sure to pray to you every day, every hour, every minute, that he has.

He even made a small shrine for you that he carries around on his frame via a small box. Inside are everything that you have ever given him, especially the scarf, and a picture of you both that you took with your Instant camera. He keeps that locked tight, like it’s his most valuable treasure — which as a bot who has close to nothing, is.

That habit of praying to you has persisted even when he adapted the persona of Tarn, even after he has stayed with Decepticons, he does not forget to pray to you every chance he gets. The items that he so carefully took care of are slowly degrading, piece by piece, thread by thread, all the cherished objects are turning into dust. Time does not spare anything from its cruel grasp, the picture that showcased you and him as Damus is slowly fading, his claws scraping off its print bit by bit. He fears that he will destroy the remaining memories of you, just like how he destroys every mech that he encounters. So after the scarf has turned into scraps, your face scraped off, he finally kept that box containing everything that you are close to his spark where it would stay until his end.

However, there is one thing that he cannot destroy no matter how much he has desecrated it, using it during his hunts to please him and his comrades. Music. His love of music is also a show of his devotion towards you, to say that yes, he remembers your music and your voice. And at times, when he is especially in a good mood, he would sing the same songs that he learnt from you to one of his victims. Though he would become aggressive right after the last note – realizing that they do not deserve to hear your song. In that case, he does not talk to them to death, instead he would pummel them into scraps, spilling energon all over him.

Millions of years have passed and his devotion only grew stronger, and oh how his prayers have finally been answered! You have returned! Though it was not 3 days but millions of years, he still rejoices as you are now back! His god! His beloved! And now he does not have to stay loyal to the Decepticons as you are now back with him! But the only problem is… he can see you on the other side of the battlefield, with the Lost Light, with Rodimus, with him– Megatron.

And now he realizes why Megatron has betrayed the Decepticon cause, perhaps like him, he has found his true purpose on the side of the good. But Tarn can never be good, he has done so much in the name of the Decepticons, in the name of righteousness, in your name. 

Even so, he can repent, renounce his identity as a Decepticon and come crawling back to you if you so wish. He can start his redemption by killing all of the DJD members right in front of you, or maybe you would want him stripped off of his armour, being laid bare for everyone to see.  Whatever you want, he will do it.

So he crosses the field with new found focus, optics trained on you. He ignores all of the weapons trained on him and keeps his pedes from shaking in nervousness. The more neurotic bots shoot at him, but he did not raise his blaster to shoot back nor did he try to defend himself. He only had one goal, and it was to get to you.

Once he finds himself in front of you, being guarded by Megatron and Rodimus, he kneels, unable to hold himself above you, his chassis lowered until his helm presses against the rough terrain. Energon pooled under him from the wounds he sustained.

When he utters your name, you seem perplexed, as if surprised at how this large bot knows you. And he spills everything, about who he is now, his prayers, his shrine, his millions of years of devotion. As he looks up at you from the floor, your face twists into confusion, baffled at this obsessed mech that you have never met in your human life.

Perhaps it was years of not seeing each other, but you looked…different somehow, still similar to his memories of you, but oddly different, it's small, but noticeable to him who has been so devoted to you and made sure to memorize every single part of your face. Nonetheless he did not care what so ever, what matters is he can finally serve you again, he might not be your Damus anymore, but he can be your Tarn.

The mask that he has worn for so long slipped off from his faceplate, and he drops it unceremoniously right next to him. He does not care if the bots think of him as an embarrassment or weak, all he knows is that you need to know about how much he adores you.

His faceplate lowers towards your pedes– feet, as you have taught him ages ago, and kisses it, just as you told him how one would do it, again and again until you can feel his love for you, his longing, his adoration, and his years and years of worship.

Until he repents, until you accept him back into your life. Until all that he has, and all that he is, is finally yours.

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Uhhh uhhh I don't know if this is coherent.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

THE DRIVE- L. HOWLETT

Pairing- Older! Logan x Mutant! Fem! Reader (Enemies to Lovers)

Word Count: 2.6k (an introduction to the series)

Summary: After being put on the goverments watchlist for being an "unsafe" mutant, Logan 'jumps' (tackles) to the rescue, taking you to the X-Mansion. However, you and Logan do not get along... at all.

Warnings: mentions of violence and guns, swearing, logan and y/n not getting along, crying, reader kinda thristing over logan (as one does)

**authors note/ things to note: this may not be lore accurate/ canon because i haven't watched the x-men movies since i was younger, so its roughly based off what i can kinda remember hehe. y/n has jean greys powers, and jean does not exist in this universe, this is nemies to lovers- but a slowww burn :)

"all this sympathy is just a knife, why I can't even grit my teeth and lie? ifeel all these feelings i can't control..."- sympathy is a knife, charli xcx

“I don’t like you.” you stated plainly, crossing your arms with a huff. This was the most blunt you had been with anyone, ever. But you couldn’t help it.

You had known Logan Howlett now for an hour, and it was an hour you would never get back.

“You’re not s’possed to like me kid. You’re supposed to listen to me, which you’re failing miserably at.” the older man growled, barely looking over at you from the driver's seat. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as he slammed down on the gas.

You were thankful in that moment seatbelts were invented.

You bet ten dollars Logan was around when they came up with the idea.

He was an asshole.

He was tasked with the mission to get you to safety- as you were a “rogue” quote on quote mutant as the public called your kind. It made your head spin, not only from Logan’s driving but the sheer weight of it all.

One morning you were pouring your orange juice, the next the national guard was surrounding your house, and a man who happened to have claws shoot out of his knuckles had dived and tackled you as the gunfire started.

Now you were here, in an old rusty truck- speeding down a back road through the woods with an old man who seemed to hate everything. On the run, on your way to the mutant academy- to start over, and to learn how to control your powers.

Or so you hoped.

Logan wasn’t making the trip there very pleasant though.

“I’m listening to you. And even if I wasn’t- do you blame me?! After what just happened I don’t know- maybe an hour ago?!” you rolled your eyes, glaring at him hard enough to leave laser beams through his skin.

“You’re a mutant. Get used to it.”

“Get used to it?!”

He shrugged. “That’s what I said, ain’t it bub? I was tasked to take care of you and get you to safety, so I’m doing that. Doesn’t mean you have to like me.”

You huffed, staring out the window at the trees that blurred together, dark leaves falling on the ground as you whipped by. “I don’t like you.”

“Yeah, I picked up on that kid.”

“I’m not a kid, you know.”

He snorted, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Sure.” It was silent in the car for a few minutes, minus the crackly radio, the station starting to cut out as you ventured deeper into the woods.

You leaned forward, turning it off. Silence.

“So… are you actually two hundred?” you asked meekly, darting your eyes over to stare at him. Even if he was a dick, he was handsome as hell. You couldn’t even deny that.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask someone their age?” he mocked.

“Sorry, I forgot elders were sensitive to that kind of thing. Let me know if you need help getting your walker from the back.” you snapped back, as he showed teeth at you- growling.

Good. Piss him off as much as you could, so when you got to the academy he would leave you alone.

He muttered something under his breath, something about how kids these days have no respect (despite you very much not being a child), and you tuned out.

With a sigh, you leaned your head against the window, the events of today taking a toll on your body. You looked up at the clouds rolling by, until they faded away to black.

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Strong arms carried you, and you curled into the warmth they provided, hands clinging to a rock hard chest. You yawned, savouring the rocking motion, until it stopped.

Your eyes fluttered open, blinking quickly as you adjusted to the dimming light. It was dark out, stars replacing the clouds from earlier- and two dark orbs stared at you intensely.

You squeaked, stumbling down to your feet, backing away from Logan quickly.

“Good morning.” he smirked at your sudden reaction, your frown lines deeply etched in your forehead compared to how they were a few seconds previous.

“What are you doing?!”

“Walking you to our room.”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head.

“Our room?! And I can walk by myself, thank you very much.” He snorted, jangling the keys in his pocket. “Really? I didn’t know you could sleep walk.”

“Don’t be a dick.”

“Can’t. Already tried.” he said, unlocking the door with a click. 106 was scrawled across the wooden door, and the strong smell of lemon cleaning supplies nearly suffocated you as he stepped inside.

He must have stopped at a motel somewhere along the route- in the middle of nowhere. It was older, not as old as him- but aged. It must have been quiet, you assumed- because Logan didn’t seem like the type of guy to willingly choose to be around people, especially not when on the run.

As shitty as the situation was, you were thankful for a place to sleep, and for a proper bed. The car seatbelt and window was not very comfortable, your neck aching from it rolling down during your nap.

You stepped inside, noting the very obvious couples room, a large bed in the middle of the room, with no pull out couch. You gulped.

“I’ll take the floor.” you stated, as he closed and locked the door behind you. Unease lingered in your stomach.

Please god, do not make me sleep with the Wolverine. I do not have the strength, nor patience today.

“Don’t be stupid girl.” And that was that. He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it on a little table, flickering on a little side lamp.

You were stunned into silence. You tried so hard not to look.

So. Damn. Hard.

But his muscles were on display, so much so they might as well be their own art exhibit.

His white tank top clinged to his tan skin tightly, and you watched his muscles flex, dog tags jangling on his chest as he snagged a pillow from the bed and tossed it on the floor.

You quickly looked away before he caught you staring, and taunted you for it.

“I’m going to shower.”

No reply. You bit your lip, turning around quietly and tugged your skirt down as you walked in the bathroom and shut the door.

No amount of scrubbing of the shit hotel loofa could get the grime of the day off your skin- soap foaming as quickly as it sputtered down the drain. You tried to stay in the shower as long as you could- dreading the awkwardness that the night would entail- but soon the water turned ice cold.

Shivering, you rinsed off your hair, cranking the taps until water dripped faintly. Wiping the mirror, you stared at yourself in the reflection.

A long scratch darted up your neck, little ones dotting across your arm. You wished you had Logan’s healing abilities. They were ugly, harsh and jagged- standing out like a sore thumb.

You hoped your pjs covered it, you thought, as you wrapped a thin towel across your body, acting as a corset the way it caused your breasts to pop.

Then it hit you. You didn’t have pjs. You didn’t have anything but the clothes on your back (bathroom floor).

Fuck. Could this get any worse?

Not only did you have to sleep in the same room as Logan, you had to ask him for clothes?! Taking a deep breath, you opened the door a sliver, its loud creak echoing throughout the entire room.

“Uh… Logan?”

“Mhgm.”

You poked your head out, eyes darting to survey the space- seeing your bed untouched, long legs poking out from the other end on the floor.

“I- uh.. kinda forgot pjs.”

Nothing, and then a loud laugh emerged from him, his body shaking from the sheer sound of it. “Course you did kid. Here.” he tossed a black t-shirt your way, and it landed on the carpet with a plop.

It would be massive on you, you could already tell- but it was something. Usually you had to go on a few dates and sleep with a guy a few times before you got to this stage. Not an option this time.

You quickly stepped out and grabbed it before he could look up at your (barely) covered body, shrugging it on in the bathroom.

It smelt like him, like whisky and smoke, cider and fresh cut grass. It was comforting, in this moment of chaos. You breathed in the fabric, resting your head against the wall.

Your lip wobbled, hot, salty tears slipping down your cheeks as you gasped for air.

It hurt. Everything hurts.

You were exhausted, hungry and more anxious and overwhelmed than anything. The shock had started to fade, your hands had started to shake and you couldn’t help but break down.

You didn’t care if Logan heard you. The tears continued to fall, body heaving as sobs tore through your body. How was life so unfair? So cruel? Things had changed so fast- and you hadn’t asked for your abilities. You didn’t even know how to control them yet.

But that was what made you dangerous to the government. You thought, growing even more angry with yourself. But how was it your fault?

It made you sick. You just wanted to go home, lay in your own bed and eat your own food, to see your friends and go to work. You never thought those words would leave your lips- but it was true. It was routine, and it was normal.

You felt normal, when you were filing paperwork, talking on the phone to clients. As boring as it could be at times, it was steady.

And now?

You were bouncing around like a ping-pong ball. A coin had been flipped, your fate plastered on either side- and you had lost the draw. Taking a shaky breath, you attempted to regain your composure before facing the judgemental beast outside.

Your eyes were puffy, cheeks sticky and warm with drying tears. Wiping your face, you found the courage to slink back into the main room, flicking off the side lamp Logan had left on. If he had to shower, he could find his way in the dark.

You were sure he could see in the dark- all wolves could- couldn’t they?

Slouching into bed, you gripped the thin sheets tightly- cocooning yourself to try and stay warm. The air was on full blast, despite it being chill outside- and you assumed you had Logan to thank for that.

Great. I’m going to get hypothermia before I even get to the fucking school.

“Do you have to have the air on full blast?” you asked, looking over the side of the bed, watching as Logan crankly peered an eye open.

“Yes.”

“Well could you I don’t know, survey the scene and see it’s cold outside already?”

He huffed.

“I’m warm. I’m always warm.”

“Well that’s not my problem. Be considerate wolf.” you rolled your eyes, hugging the sheets tighter to your body.

“Deal with it kid. It’s staying on- if you don’t like it, sleep outside.”

Well that made you sit up.

“You’re such a dick.”

“Yeah getting a motel room and letting you have the bed- real dick move eh?”

You huffed, gritting your teeth together. This man was pushing your buttons more than they had ever been pushed before. You hated how much he got under your skin. It was like you had your own set of claws, that only he could set off.

“Well I shouldn’t even be in this situation.”

“Yeah we all think that. Shut up and sleep.” he growled, rolling over to face away from the bed.

“You could at least have some respect.”

That was all you asked for, anyways. You had shown him it even when you were in deaths way, thankful for him for saving you. He didn’t show an ounce of it back.

“I’m not giving you any sympathy, if that’s what your asking.”

It felt like a knife had stabbed you in the back, twisting your insides. You whipped up again, throwing a pillow at his face.

“I’m not asking for your fucking sympathy you old piece of shit!” you yelled, earning nothing but silence in return.

He was over you.

Fine. You could do the exact same thing- but better.

Turning your back to him (a dangerous thing to do, you thought), you squeezed your eyes shut and listened to the hum of the air conditioning unit.

Not long after, the weight of the day pulled you back under the waves of sleep again.

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“Wake up kid.” a gruff voice called out to you, a firm hand shaking you. You awoke with a start, blinking until the room came into focus.

Two beaded eyes stared at you narrowly from above you, rolling as you mumbled. It was still dark out, as no light showed through the thin curtains.

The clock read 5:00 and you sighed.

“Breakfast on the table. Get dressed and we’re leaving.”

“Good morning to you too.” you grumbled, rubbing sleep out of your eye. A very stale looking muffin sat on the table, next to Logan’s black coffee.

“Why are you feeding me?” you asked, walking over to take a dry bite. You were famished. Eating anything completely slipped your mind.

“Because Charles would kill me if I didn’t. I said I’d look after you. You can’t starve.”

“Jeez I thought that was the plan all along.”

It tasted like sand in your mouth as you took a bite. You were grateful for it, nonetheless. “I never said I wanted you to starve.” he grumbled to himself, taking a long sip from his mug.

“It was heavily implied.” you spat, turning over the mini coffee bar, finding a kettle and a bag of earl grey. You waited for the water to come to a boil, the kettle screaming at you while you poured it.

You were ready for this day to be over and it hadn’t even begun yet. You had a feeling you would have to get used to it- or else it would eat you alive.

Just like how Logan looked right now- like he’d tear your limbs from you and chew them. You wouldn’t put it past him.

“When you finish that we’re leaving. You got five minutes.” he said, grabbing the truck keys from the table. “Five minutes? I haven’t even had a chance to wake up yet!”

“Too bad. We gotta go kid.” He slammed the door hard behind him, rattling the frame as he unlocked the vehicle.

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out, asshole.” you mumbled under your breath, chugging down the rest of your tea as fast as you could. If you were back home you would have the morning to lounge around in a bathrobe, sipping your tea slowly with a book and some fresh fruit.

The odd time you would use your powers to move the toast to the toaster, or to move your slippers to your feet. But that was no longer the case.

The tea tasted bitter as you chugged it, burning your throat. You shrugged on yesterday's clothes, running into the bathroom to splash cold water on your face.

The front door swung open and before Logan could protest- you bolted out the room. “I’m out, I’m out. Jesus.” Scrambling to the front seat, you watched as Logan glared over his shoulder, slamming the door.

It was going to be an extremely long drive.

[waokevale]

Some Dwarf headcanons, since they're extremely underrated and deserve more love. (And lore)

I imagine them to be humanoid, but at the same time, very creature-like. Don't get me wrong, I love the idea of them just being like Marvin from Looney tunes and straight up having a pitch black face, but I wanted to play with something different. :>

They have thin fur but it does very little to protect them from the cold.

They have night vision and are nocturnal.

They can see very well in warm light, but struggle seeing shades of green.

They regularly visit floor 100 to keep up their ancestors' tradition of Lava eel fishing.

Speaking of lava eels, I'd like to imagine they eat them whole, like that one quote from the Canon-Friendly Dialogue Expansion mod.

They can survive in insanely hot temperatures and are relatively unharmed by lava, but they struggle a lot during Winter.

They are ectothermic or 'cold-blooded', their internal body temperature is similar to that of a reptile, hence why they're especially uncomfortable with cold temperatures.

Winter is actually when their kleptomania is at its highest peak. Due to the scarceness of supplies and foregables and their need to eat a lot more to keep up their body warmth.

They sleep very little and can't hibernate, so instead they have to rely on eating a lot more food than usual, since they burn energy insanely quickly.

Unlike shadow people, they become independent from their guardian a lot quicker. They mature quicker too, but they live significantly shorter. (Still about 20 times longer than a human though.)

They used to keep many stonefish pets throughout centuries, but gave up on raising them after the 53rd one died. (Yeah those don't exactly live very long...)

They were created in a laboratory, which soon thereafter came to ruin. – They don't remember anything of this time and don't know the whole story of their origins.

They're one of the youngest living members of their species.

They of course consume minerals on regular basis; those are very rich in elements which Smoluanu require to survive.

To be able to easily break open said minerals, their teeth are extremely sharp. Almost as hard as diamonds, although they don't use them very often and would rather grind them up with tools.

Their bone structure is at least 5 times harder than that of a human, except for their skull, which is their only true weak point. Hence why they only need to wear protection for their heads.

They have rat-like paw-pads on both their hands and feet to protect them from rough terrain, though they chose to wear clothes over them.

Part of the reason why Smoluanu wear clothes and helmets is to disguise themselves from their enemy. No shadow fiend has ever seen a Smoluanu without their disguise, or so they say...

If it were to come to that a Smoluanu has been spotted without their helm by a void spirit, they would immediately have to kill them. If it was a group of brutes however and they were cornered, they'd be forced to blow both themself and their enemies up.

Dwarf has been collecting the helms of their fallen brothers and sires and keeping them on a shelf as mementos and as a sign of respect for them. They sometimes bring tokens, which remind them of the fallen person and place them inside their helm.

They hope that one day, they'll be able to recover the lost secrets of their ancestors' technology. That's why they appreciate when the Farmer gives them artifacts. It makes them feel closer to their ancestors' history and adds another puzzle piece to their theory about them.

For now though, they like to tinker and make small gadgets, usually nothing as ambitious as Maru, but they sure are trying. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

That's all I have for now. 👍

[venomous-qwille]

Does it ever feel weird to you to have this whole big fandom around your ocs and your fanfic? Like, so many people looking at them and wanting a piece of the pie and drawing/writing them?

Okay so, yeah.

It is incredibly humbling that so many people are inspired by GITM- like, wow. The art and writing and crafts that people create blow my mind every day and I'm incredibly fortunate to have people so interested in my OCs and their lore and their designs. It's honestly hard to comprehend. However... Some people (and let me be clear that it is a very very very small minority of people) are fucking atrocious. They treat GITM like its a big ticket TV show and like I'm a content farm. The entitlement is fucking capital I Insane. I have had motherfuckers say in spaces that I AM IN that I don't get to have boundaries because 'when something gets big you lose ownership over it'. And honestly, move over cunt this is a 2k kudos fic on Ao3 not Harry Fucking Potter. That sounds mean, but really, the amount of boundary crossing and shit people have done behind my back (and to my face) because they think they are somehow entitled to my characters and my time and my creative energy has genuinely at points made me want to stop writing entirely. But then I just have a little cry, do a magma with my friends and remember that for every shitlord, there are one hundred wonderful people who are deeply respectful in how they engage with my story, who care deeply about my characters and my boundaries. I feel like this ask has been more /neg than /pos so I want to reiterate, I am so SO fucking lucky that people love GITM so much. Everytime someone shares a theory or a piece of art with me, my heart jumps and I do a little dance. This story and 'fandom' (still crazy that its technically a fandom) have massively improved my life and my mental health. I have met so many wonderful friends for life through the community and honestly, even if it ended tomorrow I'd have zero regrets <3

[yinyuedijun]

kitsune!suo x fem reader | feudal japan au

→ notes for an au set in feudal japan, featuring supernatural creatures and spirits (e.g., youkai). suo is a kitsune, sakura is a nekomata, and nirei is an onmyouji. → see this post for backstory on the bofurin trio (recommended background reading)

note: most information on kitsune-mochi were sourced from folkorist lafcadio hearn's accounts of traveling in japan (c.1901). I did, of course, also take creative license with some of the lore.

reader | kitsune-mochi (fox-employing witch)

→ as a kitsune-mochi, you are a human who has entered a contract with a fox spirit to care for it in exchange for having it lend you its power and carry out your requests. → in your case, your familiar is suo, a nine-tailed kitsune that lost his hoshi no tama. → most witches employ kitsune for the purpose of carrying out malicious acts, like having the fox spirit possess their enemies, steal the wealth of other people, etc. you, however, rely on suo and his power in order to perform exorcisms and exterminate demons—something that you cannot do on your own because you have no innate spiritual talents yourself.

→ although a convenient source of power, these deals are typically risky for the contract holder. you are expected to care for suo for the rest of your life, and any descendants you might have would be cursed to serve him as well. kitsune-mochi are heavily ostracized by human society as well, so if this relationship of yours were to be discovered, then your entire bloodline would suffer. → additionally, these contracts typically favour the kitsune, as they are the ones who define what it means to be "cared for", and may request dangerous or unreasonable tasks. → fortunately for you, suo is not a very demanding familiar! the most basic act of caring for a fox spirit is feeding it, and he's more or less happy with anything you make, though he especially likes tea, wagashi, or dishes with aburaage. this is more or less all he asks of you! → suo's disposition is generally so patient and gentle that you nearly disbelieved that he was a youkai. you were convinced for a while that he was actually a messenger of god who was lying to you about his identity for some reason. (at the very least, you'd noticed that he had a habit of lying to people generally, though this was an unsurprising trait for a fox and it was usually harmless fun.) → this perception of him was shattered when you saw him fight a youkai that seriously injured you. he spent an uncomfortable amount of time toying with it in a distinctly humiliating fashion before finally putting it out of its misery. it was only in that moment that you realised that you'd signed yourself and all of your descendants up for serving a literal demon 👍

→ warning: immortal/human relationship, immortal deity meets reader as a child but doesn't get to know or grow close to them until they're an adult

your backstory with suo

→ at a very young age, you were adopted and raised by a priestess of an inari shrine belonging to a small mountain village. consequently, you developed a deep respect for the kami and affection for foxes. → as a child, you once found a one-eyed, wild fox in a near-death state. this was suo after he lost his hoshi no tama in a battle with a demon—but to you, he just looked like a regular animal. most people would have let this creature die peacefully, but you were adamant on nursing it back to health. while caring for him, you named him mr. adzuki because of the colour of his fur, which suo finds incredibly funny to this day. → suo disappeared after recovering, never making his true identity known. however, out of gratitude toward you and the priestesses for allowing him refuge, he decided to act as the guardian spirit of the village, protecting it until the end of your life. → conveniently, this meant that suo got to eat all the offerings given to inari's messengers at your shrine, as well as allowing him to gain power from the prayers directed toward him. (inari himself seemed not to mind, as no actual fox messengers showed up to throw hands with suo.)

image: gashadokuro, a youkai made from the skulls of humans who died in battle.

→ although your village was peaceful throughout your childhood due to suo's protection, in your adult years, a violent conflict between humans and demons broke out in your mountain range. this resulted in the destruction of nearly all its towns and the brutal deaths of your fellow villagers. suo, not at full power, was unable to stop this, but made it his goal to save you from the carnage. → after allowing you time to grieve your loved ones, suo—still considering himself indebted to you—asked what you would like to do next. he offered you wealth, status, and other material things, but none of these appealed to you. → recognising that the mountains you grew up in would be plagued by malevolent spirits and demons for centuries after all the bloodshed that just occurred, you asked suo to teach you jujutsu. your goal was to exorcise all the vengeful spirits, exterminate the demons, and purify the mountain range so that its villages could peacefully rebuild. → given your lack of innate spiritual abilities, suo suggested that you make a pact with him and become a kitsune-mochi to acquire powers. not wanting to deceive you, however, he fully explained how dangerous it might be to enter such a relationship, and warned you not to trust fox youkai like himself.

→ nevertheless, you accepted his offer and became a witch.

image: sakura irl

meeting sakura & nirei

→ you and suo thus embark on this crazy mission to purify the entire mountain range. while you are more than capable of exorcisms and exterminations, your spiritual abilities (one of a youkai) do not allow you to purify the land. → but that's okay, because nirei and sakura have been traversing these same mountains to exorcise and hunt demons! being an onmyouji, nirei can perform all kinds of purification rituals. when you inevitably run into the two of them, and suo suggests that you all work together. → nirei is more than happy to help you purify the mountain range (because he is a good-hearted person, and also because he usually gets assignments there anyway). he improves his jujutsu under suo's tutelage, and he gets insights on kitsune that he'd otherwise never learn (it's rare for an onmyouji to meet a kitsune-mochi unless it's to prosecute them for some kind of crime, and it's just plain hard to meet and talk with a nine-tailed fox spirit). → sakura is a harder sell. he doesn't trust suo at all at the start, and he trusts him even less when he finds out that he's a kitsune and has been lying egregiously to him. (sakura and nirei spent an entire month thinking that suo was a traveling tea merchant from china and being fed severe misinformation about the entire country.) → however, sakura is very curious about you, because you're the first human he's ever met who has a mutual and trusting relationship with a demon, which he didn't think was possible beyond weirdos like nirei. → you also aren't afraid of him at all even after seeing his nekomata form, which gives him complicated feelings. he reasons that this is because you've fought too many demons to be afraid of any of them, but the actual truth is just that you find suo incredibly scary, and sakura feels harmless and adorable in comparison </3 → sakura deeply enjoys the act of helping the mountain towns and being accepted by their communities, though he's very shy about admitting it! eventually, he does "resign" to joining you in a long-term arrangement, and the four of you take on the endless mission of exorcising and cleansing the mountain range together. it's a very "monster of the week" type of set-up hehe

→ although the work of purifying the mountain range will likely take the rest of your life (and probably will require generations after you), suo often asks you what you would like to do after the work is complete—so that he can think of ways to grant your request. → you decide not to tell him this, but your wish would be to return to your old village grounds and rebuild the shrine that you grew up in. rather than just inari, you would also dedicate it to the worship of the one-eyed fox spirit that once protected your village.

[capesch-arts]

Okay since people want to hear me yap here's the smol gist of Lore accurate KiY AU. (I hope I can make it as brief as possible lol).

First it's a double layered AU, with Faroe with Jane, and Arthur with the King.

I would like to start with how The King operates. Much like in the OG book, there's the King in Yellow book that drives people mad and other small things like his signs and his cultists that spread his influence on the human side of the world. If you even touch anything that has its influence, you gradually become exposed to more supernatural things until eventually The King can just harvest you and take you to Carcosa. However, for the last few decades, The King has been reliant on his cultists, thus more activities in the human world and eventually their actions got the notice of certain people, let's say Lester and Yang PI.

Arthur and Parker got involved with the supernatural much earlier than canon Malev. They weren't in too deep with it yet, but they're aware that there's other entities and they need to protect people from it. Eventually, Arthur split off from Parker and his daughter because he feared that whatever cult they were dealing with would eventually get to his family. He told Parker to watch over Faroe and Daniel and then went off alone.

During this time, he found John/Jane's book and for the most of it, kept it far far away from the King, until Arthur realises that he was going to die soon. Being too close and too exposed to all the supernatural influences of The King, made him viable to be whisked away. So, in his final moments, he hid the book away before "disappearing" from the world.

All the while that's happening, Faroe believed that her father had abandoned her and grew up resenting the man. (She was abandoned around her teenage years).

When Faroe became an adult, she got an anonymous letter that came from Arthur's old office (note: Parker, Faroe, and Daniel are in NY, and Arthur asked Parker to move there to watch over Faroe). She found Jane's book hidden under the floorboards and then bam, Jane is stuck in Faroe's head.

Faroe's story more or less goes the same way Arthur does, but she discovers her father's trail. Letters he addressed to people about the cults and The King, etc. and also his final will which revealed that he was indeed killed by The King.

For Arthur and the King, Arthur was exposed too much to The King's influence, at his last moments, his body was taken by The King, while his soul entered Carcosa. But, everything that happened between the two of them was unexpected, to say the least.

One, Carcosa was a dead city. The people in it were withering away and The King has been struggling to keep them alive. Two, Arthur wasn't affected by the madness that seeps off of the city and also didn't wither away like the others did. So, the two eventually had a mutual agreement that they'd figure out what exactly happened to the inhabitants of Carcosa and why Arthur was so special. During this, they had a mutual understanding and respect for one another and were soo close to becoming friends. Imagine a wiser Arthur with a John for this segment, that's essentially what their situationship is.

Eventually, Arthur realised what was happening with the people of Carcosa. The longer he was with The King, the more he understood what he was. He came to the conclusion that The King represents not only madness, but also decay and death. The madness of men to hide away the dread of death and decay through opulence, and because The King had lived with so much power and glamour for so long, he had forgotten the "decay" part of his being and his people were simply expiring. The King in all his pride, denied this and in their argument, decided to scramble Arthur's mind and forced him to play music for him for all eternity.

And that's so far what I got to share publicly lol. These are all just my insane ramblings of this thing, whether or not it ends good or not we'll see lol.

I unfortunately am not a fic writer so I may not write this except for my short illustrations of this AU hehe.

I would say that everyone is sad with their circumstances, even The King. Hehe

[metalmewtwo-kxb]

Pokédex Update:

Auroreon - the Iridescent Feather pokemon. A flying type. When it fans its wings and tail, it can manifest beautiful yet powerful beams of light in concentrated attacks and healing moves. If it ever opens its eyes, it will unleash its wrath on the unjust.

Notes:

- Auroreon's feathers always seem to glimmer in the light, causing even its body to give off a faint prismatic glow. They are also sturdy, soft as cinccino velvet, and capable of keeping sheltered pokemon warm. If the weather and conditions are right, Auroreon will spread its feathers over the grass and sunbathe (or moonbathe at night). This makes the moisture in the air above it become a captivating blanket of shifting colors. The shiny variation of this pokemon is said to also manifest colors of light that very few humans are able to see.

- The 'eye spots' on Auroreon's feathers serve as a natural statement of beauty as well as a means of confusing opponents. And the halo above its head is a result of the fur's natural light refraction.

From Recovered Texts and Documents:

- Long ago, a king encouraged the use of these feathers for decorative purposes during his reign. This greatly decimated the population of both eevee and Auroreon in their region. Those with dark feathers were considered "impure" and hunted for sport. A few were kept as pets and servants, which was illegal save for those with the king's written permission.

- Some groups of the past believed Auroreon to be among the pokemon known as "the Heralds of Arceus", messengers and light-bearers who served the Creator of Worlds. There were a variety of pokemon believed to hold this title, each described as "familiar yet unique" to each respective species. They were more powerful than their counterparts, and some rarely spotted if not considered an illusion. They were also quite gentle and well-mannered, and their roles involved giving life and healing to the world. However, these pokemon were considered dangerous in times of conflict.

- It is said "the false king" of their home region was single-handedly responsible for the disappearance of the Heralds, the beginning of conflict between humans and Arceus, and the terrible aftermath of the last great war. Rumors spread that Arceus removed the Heralds from the world of humans to save those pokemon from the cruelty that would follow in coming years.

Notes Continued:

- Further research is being conducted, as a single pair of Auroreon were recently spotted in an isolated area with an unusual eevee. One white, and one dark. The gender of each is unknown, though ancient texts suggest that females have shorter capes than males.

- There is no documentation of what their open eyes look like. Texts only say that no one who saw them directly lived to tell the tale, including the false king.

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Decided to take my own stab at creating a flying type eeveelution, and potentially add a second typing later on.

I'm really happy with how it turned out, and glad I had another chance to delve into more of the comic's background lore.

[kiirostarz]

I love AFK Journey and its lore beyond all the stories and characters, there’s something that truly intrigues me: Merlin’s role in the story. Am I the only one curious about the character we play as? I became so fascinated that I even started researching the real Merlin, the one who inspired this version.

I’m not sure if it’s because I enjoy finding similarities and references, or because I want to better understand his role in the game and try to predict his future in the lore. I know the writers don’t necessarily follow this kind of analysis, but I’ll do it anyway!

The Original Merlin and His Powers

According to the original story, Merlin (or Myrddin) was born from a demon, a corrupt spirit, and a mortal woman. He was considered the most powerful magician, and according to different legends, he had incredible abilities: he could talk to animals, become invisible, shape-shift, control the weather, and manipulate the elements. However, despite his immense power, he was always careful in his actions.

More than just a simple sorcerer, Merlin had deep knowledge of the world—the sun, the moon, the stars, and everything around him. His wisdom allowed him to earn the respect of magical creatures such as fairies, gnomes, and even dragons. This reminds me of our Merlin in AFK Journey, who is not only a great magician but also seems to have a deep connection with the world and its beings.

Another interesting aspect is his relationship with Nimue. It is said that Merlin fell madly in love with her and taught her his most advanced spells. However, she feared his demonic heritage and, using his own knowledge, imprisoned him forever in a crystal prison, a rock, or a tree—depending on the version of the story. This made me think of Mirael. I don’t think she would ever betray us, but I can definitely imagine her using a similar spell to protect us from a greater threat.

Additionally, Merlin wasn’t limited to a single role—he was a druid, bard, shaman, and prophet. This reminds me of the different factions in the game, each with its own philosophy. Perhaps our Merlin, just like the original, transcends these barriers and isn’t tied to a single faction.

The fact that the original Merlin was the child of a demon immediately caught my attention because, in the world of AFK Journey, the Hypogeans fit that role perfectly. Throughout the story, there are hints that our character has some kind of connection to them, which leads me to two theories:

We are the true Merlin, and therefore, the “child” of a Hypogean, which would explain why we have a special relationship with them.

We are not the First Merlin, but rather someone who inherited his power, meaning our connection to the Hypogeans is more indirect but still significant.

Both options are fascinating because this connection isn’t obvious in the story, and if it were revealed, it would be a huge twist. What if the very source of our power comes from the same beings we fight against?

Another idea that came to me after rewatching the opening cinematic is the possible existence of a "First Merlin." In this scene, several characters are trying to claim a sword, but one of them doesn’t take it. Instead, they hold up a torch in the darkness.

If this scene has actual value in the lore and isn’t just a symbolic representation for the players, could it be that the Merlin holding the torch was the very first one? The torch could symbolize knowledge, enlightenment, or even the origin of our power.

This leads me back to the recurring question in all my theories: What are we, really? Are we immortal? Are we a reincarnation? Does our body remain the same, but our essence changes?

I don’t want to believe that all of this is just a coincidence. Since the game allows us to interact with other players, I’d like to think that this is a small reference to the fact that we’re not the only Merlin out there.

Where are the other Merlins? If there were others like us in the past, what happened to them? There aren't many mentions of them in current history, which makes me wonder about two possibilities:

Many succumbed to corruption, using their power for dark purposes.

They were eliminated or sealed away, and that's why they're rarely talked about in the present. If this is true, what makes us different? What allows us to endure where others have fallen? Perhaps our existence is an attempt to right the wrongs of the past.

Another detail that strengthens the possibility that more people like us exist is Serene Lyceum Academy. Based on what we know in the story, we weren’t just a professor there—we were also a student in the past.

At first, I assumed that this school was located somewhere in Holistone, but after checking again, I realized there’s no clear reference to its location. This makes me think that it could be a secluded place, similar to a magical academy like Hogwarts, located in a yet unexplored region of the game’s world.

If we consider how new areas like Cedartown and Rustport have been introduced, it wouldn’t be surprising if Serene Lyceum Academy is in an unexplored region. And if that place truly exists in the game’s lore, then it means we are not the only ones with the potential to become Merlin.

Maybe the protagonist was chosen from within the academy, just like others could have been selected before. This reinforces the idea that Merlin’s power isn’t unique, but rather a legacy that can be passed down or inherited.

Another interesting detail about the opening cinematic and the idea that Merlin (Original) is part human and part demon is the stained glass window that appears in the game. I feel like this image could be a direct reference to Myrddin's original story.

In the window, the yellow part could represent humans or celestials, while the purple part symbolizes the hypogeans. This aligns with the legend of Merlin, who in many versions of his story is the son of a demonic spirit and a mortal woman. In the center, the image fractures, which could point to an internal conflict between both natures or even our character's destiny as someone caught between two worlds.

Also in another trailer, Merlin (AFKJ) appears in front of a tree, but behind him there are only heroes; perhaps this emphasizes that the yellow part represents his more human side.

Well, that's it, I really found it interesting to find Myrddin's story and I wanted to do this kind of "analysis" of references in AFKJ, in the end I think I got too excited and talked about a bit of everything, but I hope you liked it.

I also want to mention that, after all this analysis, I remembered that AFK Arena does have a character named Merlin. However, I didn't consider him in this theory because his story in that game suggests he's from another dimension. I wanted to focus more on an analysis that fits directly with the lore of AFK Journey. Still, including him in the discussion would be perfectly valid, as there could be some hidden connection between the two games, or perhaps his existence in Arena is a clue about what might happen in Journey in the future.

[ganondoodle]

what do jyothi and tyura’s full demon forms look like?? :0

Heyo! Thanks for the ask!!

(i also need to redo their humanoid forms completely but i just did a rough redesign of their demon forms for this + a rough size comparison to Shargon)

Jyothi (wind demon, "teenager", any pronouns, Shargons firstborn) Tyura (thunder demon, child, they/them, second born)

so, both have inherited traits from Shargon (he/they), like feathers (instead of scales or fur, which would have been possible too), the generally more slim body structure, the black coloration and somewhere both have that striking pink in their plumage- but most notably his eye color!

in case you havent heard it before- Shargons eye color is not natural for demons (he was born with green eyes), as a child he disappeared from his little group of other young survivors (from the mass extinction that wiped out all demons older than teens, which is .. like 99.9%) and when he returned he was sickly and had orange eyes, all other demons found it strange and offputting, many believing he was not the same creature anymore (especially Eadrya); that was the beginning of Shargon being rejected, isolated and even hunted by others which only got worse as all of them grew up; to have that strange trait be inheritable is incredibly weird considering he himself wasnt born with it either- however, he has never told anyone what had happend to him, there are only two that know, Shargon and Xaror (though neither know why it had this effect and what it does)

Tyura has a malformed front leg due to Shargon suffering too much blood loss during development and they were born extremely prematurly as well, as a sort of .. emergency birth to save at least his own life, as Eadrya had hunted and nearly killed Shargon (again)- though when he was foraging for food in an attempt to recover and keeping Tyura alive he was caught by them again ... and spared; Eadrya, as much as they want Shargon dead for a good part of the story, has a soft spot for children and even becomes Jyothis mentor for a while (which leads to tensions bc .. being mentored by someone who wants your parent dead is uuh, something)

(generally in their culture, or whatever is left of it, young demons are very respected and treated with care regardless of who they are, so even though both have that unnatural trait they are still accepted, though somewhat begrudgingly, while Shargon is not- but they are all very isolated from other demons so interactions happen rather rarely)

colors, markings and body shape change throughout a demons life, but most drastically so in their youth so its not unlikely they will both look different still as an adult disregarding my bad habit of constantly redesigning my characters

apologies for this .. sorta lore dump, its not quite what you asked but i cant seem to shut up fully when soemone asks about my OCs q-q

[existaantbeing]

I wanna talk about False's base this season, because while she has repeatedly said she hasn't thought of any lore for it yet, the limited ideas around it she has talked about already suggest some really interesting things about the world it is set in. The core idea of her base is that it is a space service station built on an ancient green planet whose original inhabitants have died in some way, and now its a hub of a bunch of different alien races and robots enjoying a variety of facillities. Ok, so what I find interesting about all this is that the presentation is so genuinely positive. Like, in my experience, sci-fi build aesthetics tend to be either extremely futuristic, clean and uniform; or grungy and dystopian, and neither tends to feel particularily optimistic for our future among the stars. False's base is not like either of these- instead it is filled with nature, greenery and water; and the builds are colourful, slightly ramshackle and all distinct from each other. She's mentioned the planet as sort of being a junk planet, yet even this is not a negative description, instead representing the good in reusing and upcycling even in the far future and into distant space. The storage crates make extremely cozy-looking homes, and the bodged-together, janky robots make such fun characters to fill the area with. Thinking about what the potential lore of all this could be, I really like the idea that originally the planet (after becoming unoccupied) was used as a dumping ground, however some people realised its potential as an outpost and also wanted to preserve its natural beauty and history. So they worked on cleaning it up, using the junk to build the service station and surrounding small community, until it was able to look both technologically advanced and nature-filled/sustainable. The main point of all this is that increasingly in our world, space related progress is becoming associated with the depressing, dystopian, environmentally destructive and unsustainable nature of our capitalist system. I think this is very upsetting, because the urge to explore the universe is a natural part of being a human, and yet it seems inseperable from this unacceptable system, an idea that most space-related media would seem to support (the only thing that immediately comes to mind in opposition to this is star trek, which now I think about it has quite a lot of similarities to the philosophy of false's base). False's base this season presents an outlook I really love, which is that it is possible to have a technologically advanced space-age world that is vibrant and consistently unique, sustainable and interwoven with nature, multicultural and respectful to history; somewhere that would genuinely provide the liberating, exciting and joyful experience we dream of outer space being

[bibliophilesince2003]

Transformers One In-Depth Review

Transformers One is a must watch.

I’m tired of seeing a bad review go towards a movie that is actually extremely well done, especially if the reviewer hadn’t taken the time to watch it or considered the trailers enough content to draw a review from.

Seriously, it was so refreshing to see a new take on a franchise that has been around for years. In my personal opinion, it’s better than re-makes that offer even less room for creativity.

I am a huge Transformers fan. I grew up with Transformers Prime, and when I was older, I watched the movies. I’ve watched other shows here and there, and while I may not be a complete expert, I know the lore well enough to have been heavily, emotionally impacted by Transformers One.

I’ll start with the "non-spoiler take" followed by the "spoiler take” which will be “hidden” for those who do not want to be spoiled.

"Non-spoiler" take...

Peter Cullen’s voice is legendary. Chris Hemsworth himself acknowledged this in an interview, mentioning that the goal was to “re-create” and “do something new.” He intended to represent a “youthful, brash, and cocky version” of Orion Pax before he was known as Optimus Prime. This is a realistic representation. In Transformers Prime, Ratchet states that Optimus Prime was more like Jack in his youth. For those of you who don’t know, Jack is a strong-willed, selfless, but slightly impulsive teenager, as all teenagers should be. It is clear that Hemsworth has evaluated “hints” that other movies and shows have provided. Hemsworth wanted to “lean into” a more serious voice towards the end of Transformers One. He insisted “he wouldn’t dare mimic Peter Cullen.” I highly respect his choices, and he does not deserve the amount of hate thrown at him. Now, Orion Pax also comes across as a humble, soft-spoken character in other movies and shows. However, I can see why they would lean into his impulsiveness to better highlight and contrast the relationship between Orion Pax and D-16, especially as D-16’s true colors show. More about that in the “spoiler” section, though!

No, it would not have made sense for Orion Pax to have a deep, majestic voice. That comes with experience; that comes with hard decisions. Quite honestly, Hemsworth is pretty close to what I had imagined Orion Pax to sound like. It’s still slightly deep, and very soothing.

The character development in this movie? Oh. My. Word. Guys, as a writer, I can say that subtle character development – the best kind – is not easy to do. In Transformers One, it flowed naturally. It made me smile. It broke my heart. If you’ve seen other Transformers movies and shows, brace yourself. If you haven’t, still brace yourself. Again, more about that in the “spoiler” section.

The humor in the trailers has been re-posted so heavily I think it’s beginning to lose its effect and people, not knowing the context, are quick to judge. Yes, Bee is funny. It’s Bee. He’s supposed to be lovable, humorous, loyal, and powerful. I found no issue with most of the humor coming from him. There is more humor that is not mentioned in the trailers that is really worth chuckling over.

Finally, the fight scenes were clean, the animation was captivating, and the incredible Brian Tyler produced musical masterpieces for most every scene, some of it connecting to other movies and shows.

"Spoiler" take, now!

I expected to dislike Elita. Really, I did. I knew she was the “love interest” for Optimus Prime beforehand and expected big things from her, because Optimus Prime never struck me as having a “love interest” in the past. Not only that, but I expected her to be the female character I seem to find everywhere these days who strives to be better than everyone else without a lick of experience, complaining about the male figures in her life.

Elita, however, is ambitious. She leads. She doesn’t have to prove anything; she’s simply willing to work hard and do her job. Understandably, she gets upset with Orion Pax and the others when they interrupt her progress, though I can’t help but be amused by Orion Pax’s shy attempt to get her attention and adored his subtle acts of kindness. Sure, she’s a tad bit aggressive – she did punch Orion Pax, after all – but I really enjoyed seeing her adapt. When Orion Pax was feeling hopeless, she was there to encourage him. If she had stopped talking immediately after saying “I’m better” I would have been frustrated. Orion Pax and D-16 are the main characters in Transformers One, after all. She didn’t stop there, though. She highlighted the most important aspects of Orion Pax; his good heart, selflessness, and bravery. She told Shockwave and the others to shut up and listen to Orion Pax when they doubted his plan. She encouraged him to speak louder when others couldn’t hear him. She leaned towards the pit when Orion Pax fell.

Not only that, but Orion Pax was incredibly patient with her. He woke her up when she was unconscious and immediately took a punch to the face like a champ. He gently, subtlety smiled at her when they traveled to the surface and Elita announced "it's beautiful." He cried out her name and pushed her out of the way to save her during a battle. He listened to her. He told her to beat Arachnid “gently” when Elita managed to detain her, proving he fully understood Elita’s personality.

I’m sorry, but this kind of relationship takes the cake. If they’re meant to be a couple, I can see the signs. I love how well they work together and build each other up.

Bee is an icon. One of my favorite scenes is him eagerly saying to Orion Pax “I’m going to go cut these guys up, watch! C’MERE!” It’s like a proud kid trying to get their parent to watch. I love how loyal he is to Orion Pax right off the bat.

While they changed some lore in Transformers One, they included everything that was important. Orion Pax and D-16 are miners, but it seems Orion Pax may have been a clerk beforehand. When he broke into the archives, he seemed to know where he was going. When he ran, I can’t remember exactly, but I believe he was muttering numbers? I don’t mind the small twists and can see how they were necessary for the story; key details are kept.

Jazz and Ratchet mention! I was so excited to hear their names. Kind of wish they had shown Ratchet, maybe shouting “I needed that!” to a fumbling worker. Sorry, Transformers Prime reference.

Arachnid had an incredible design.

Sentinel is a well-written, hate-worthy villain. I… did not expect D-16 to rip him in half, though.

Also… can I just mention how epic that particular scene was? The switch from D-16 reaching his peak character development – showing no mercy – while Orion Pax reached his – making the ultimate sacrifice to preserve life and do things the right way; receiving the Matrix of Leadership. The music, the animation, the slow-motion… everything was incredibly cinematic.

Obviously, D-16 took things too far. I appreciated the fact that he didn’t just wake up one day and decide to be evil. It took time. It took motivation. Obviously, any sane person would stand with Optimus Prime, though he does make mistakes from time to time, but it was incredibly neat to actually appreciate D-16’s insight in the beginning, then notice the shift and feel every bit of emotion Orion Pax felt.

People say the ending is rushed, or that D-16’s change came too abruptly without any good motivation. Sure, the ending may be a little rushed, but movies are typically structured this way. Falling action does not have a set speed; it just needs to be well done. Bad things happen in a rush, and this leaves ample opportunity for the “good guys” to react a little too slowly. As for D-16’s motivation… even a person can take their worship of an item or figure too far. Megatronus was someone to look up to in D-16’s eyes. He agreed to Orion Pax’s plans, or at least tolerated them, but his admiration for Megatronus was his own interest. Orion Pax threatened that vision. D-16 wanted to kill Sentinel to satisfy his own needs and desires, not to liberate others. Sentinel deserved death after committing murder, yes. He didn’t, however, deserve a public execution, especially as he tried to get away and was relatively defenseless. Remember, Sentinel told D-16 and Bee that he would execute them in front of everyone. We can acknowledge his promise as brutal, so shouldn't D-16's actions be considered brutal, too? No "reason" could ever justify it.

When D-16 let Orion Pax drop, he proved he no longer cared about loyalty. The least he could do was hoist Orion Pax’s body up or break down after losing what he once called his best friend, but he didn’t.

It’s ironic… D-16 said “I’m done saving you” when in reality, Orion Pax was trying to save D-16 from doing something he knew D-16 should have regretted doing. Normally, yes, D-16 is the voice of reason, but not in this case. For once, this is where Orion Pax’s true personality shines through. His spark – the spark of a Prime – is in the right place. Orion Pax puts joking aside when serious matters arise. It seems D-16 didn’t really know his friend after all. The actions D-16 committed, my friends, are not actions you want to celebrate.

I really, really hope Transformers One gains more attention. We need the sequel! Transformers fans, tell your friends. Give an honest review, which are of more value than the reviews given by those who didn’t take the time to watch it. Hype it up and roll out!

[blueskittlesart]

*sigh* thoughts on Nintendo's botw/totk timeline shenanigans and tomfoolery?

tbh. my maybe-unpopular opinion is that the timeline is only important when a game's place on the timeline seriously informs the way their narrative progresses. the problem is that before botw we almost NEVER got games where it didn't matter. it matters for skyward sword because it's the beginning, and it matters for tp/ww/alttp (and their respective sequels) because the choices the hero of time makes explicitly inform the narrative of those games in one way or another. it matters which timeline we're in for those games because these cycles we're seeing are close enough to oot's cycle that they're still feeling the effects of his choices. botw, however, takes place at minimum 10 thousand years after oot, so its place on the timeline actually functionally means nothing. botw is completely divorced from the hero of time & his story, so what he does is a nonissue in the context of botw link and zelda's story. thus, which timeline botw happens in is a nonissue. honestly I kind of liked the idea that it happened in all of them. i think there's a cool idea of inevitability that can be played with there. but the point is that the timeline exists to enhance and fill in the lore of games that need it, and botw/totk don't really need it because the devs finally realized they could make a game without the hero of time in it.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Flowers For You

‘Poof’ Periwinkle Fairywinkle-Cosma x Reader

Authors note: @clownsgirlghost You asked, Gimmie yo life force/jk

Sum: You’ve always been utterly obsessed with folklore. Fae, Crypteds, what have you. You respected them, the traditions, even when people made fun of you for it. You didn’t care. You loved them, and it seem’s like the gesture has been returned.

Warnings: Bullying, religious metaphor’s, paganism, assholes to witches, my attempt at accurate folk lore, and a shitty attempt because I only know so much from a show I don’t have access to

“There goes that weirdo again. Stay away, might get cursed.” You would listen to them gossip. Never seeming to actually try and keep it subtle. You didn’t care, you were living your life. Well, trying to. It eats at you after a while. No matter how strong you were.

You would just sigh, as you just wanted to return home already. Had been such a long day. Shopping was a pain, and you just wanted to go to bed. Buying dumb adult things like food and toiletries. Also some things to leave as offerings. You saw a beautiful bundle of periwinkle flowers.

A fairy circle had appeared in your backyard, and you wanted to show your respect to the Fae that use them. You kept your distance, and respected the ring of mushrooms. Even put rocks around it, to try and help protect it. It’s a small gesture, but you hope they know your intent. They should, unlike your neighbors.

Swore they could hear the jingling of your keys, as they were quick to look over their fences to face you. Trying hard to not be seen, as they knew what they were doing was wrong. Actually it was because they genuinely thought you were a weirdo that might throw mud at them.

“Just ignore them. Just ignore them. The richer the man, the dumber the man.” You would plead to yourself, wishing you never inherited this old house. Right in a Richie rich neighborhood. Hey, a free house is a free house. Especially in his economy. Not like you’ll ever be in a position to move.

You would sort out your groceries, and be back in your zen. Feeling calm with yourself. Taking out the flowers, gently trimming off the dead parts, just fluffing it up really. Wanting it to look its best, as if offering it to a physical person. Gave you calm, and comfort.

With the flowers made you would go out to your backyard. Right to the fairy ring. Rocks all around it, as to try and keep it safe when you mowed the lawn. To give it respect, and honor, with letting it have its own space. Even as far as to gently toss the flowers into the middle, as to not break its barrier.

“Witchcraft I tell you. Keep your animals inside. Might be used for some kind of satanic sacrifice.” You would over hear, as the rattle of collars echoed from behind the fence. Made your heart ache. You weren’t doing anything wrong, this was your practice. What makes it different from what they do?

You tried to fight your tears, as you turned your back to the ring. Just as you did, however, you heard a strange noise. You swore it sounded as if a rattle of chimes went off, while hitting a pillow case. It was such an other worldly sound, you just had to turn to look at it.

“Really? You really jumped into the nearest fairy circle you could?” “I WANTED TO GO TO FAIRY WORLD-!” “YOU COULD HAVE ENDED UP AT THE BOTTOM OF A LAKE!” “I CAN SWIM-!” On and on the shouting went between your neighbor Dev Dimmadome, and a strange floating man. Left you in shock, as they argued. Not quite aware of your existence. Left you to study them.

“And further more-! Hey! Move your sneakers-!” The bright, purply man, shouted. Fluttering wings were quick to zoom down, and scoop up the flowers. Dusting them off from the trampling, and seeming to make them bloom back to life. As if they were never harmed.

“Look at that! Periwinkles! I love these flowers! Yes I’m bias, because they are my colors, but still! I remember back when I was just a little basketball. Back when me and Timmy…..” The man seemed to trail off, as those glittering eyes seemed to sparkle for other reasons.

“Uh, Peri…..You can cry about your brother later, we got company-“ Dev would tug at the floating man’s pant leg, drawing his attention to you. Those pure eyes just seeming to stare through your soul, and through your heart. Taking in every mortal detail you offered, and seeming to be taken aback. As if watching a sunset for the first time.

Didn’t last long, before he seemed to panic. The flowers tossed high in the air, leaving Dev to try and catch them off. Seemed like Dev can care for other living creatures. Who knew! As if you could focus on that, as a massive purple book appeared. With the worlds ‘Da Rulz’ on the cover.

“WHAT DO I DO?! FAIRES CANT BE SEEN LIKE THIS! OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO-“ The poor, floating, man was in a panic. Not knowing what to do, while Dev would just casually walk up to you. Bundle of flowers still in hand, as he lower his shades a bit. Not all the way, but enough for you two to share eye contact.

You were one of the few people that ever gave a shit about him, and actually had human interaction with him. Not just his robot baby sitters, or just smoozed on him for his money. You didn’t have much, but you gave him something no one else did. Time. Time for him.

“Hey Witchy-“ A nickname he gave you, but like many friends it was a term of endearment and mockery at everyone else compared to actually an insult to you. Just a kid being a kid, and it was nice to have. Someone to just talk to you.

“So ya know how you always talked about fairies and folk lore and like Bigfoot and stuff? Yeah. That’s a fairy. Neat, huh?” He seemed to try and brag to you, as the poor fairy in question was still a panic mess. Just wanting to try and find an answer to his worries.

“Promise not to tell anyone?” He asked, as you slowly nodded. “Peri! Chill! Witchy is cool! Probs left the flowers even. You left the flowers, right? Course you did.” He more so said to himself.

That seemed to calm the fairy down, and make the book vanish. Ever so gently he would flutter over to you, as Dev returned the flowers to him. The bundle brought to his pointed nose, as he inhaled them. Lost in a memory, from childhood days. Days when he was with him.

“For me? Really? Like really really?” He asked, as his face was a brilliant pink. Was accompanied by intense fluttering of his wings. Much like how a person would wave their hands around when over stimulated, but in the positive way.

“I mean….Yeah. Yeah actually.” You nodded, as that was the intent. Never in your wildest dreams did you think something like this would happen. To very literally give flowers to a fairy, and to have the gesture enjoyed. Must be some kind of divine intervention.

“….Guess you would follow under a magical being identification, so I don’t need to worry…” Sounded more like he was trying to convince himself more than anything, but at least he was calming down.

“Um….Do you two want to come inside?” You offered. Probably a bad idea to invite a fae inside, and definitely a good idea that Dev used your nickname then your real name. The number one rule is to never offer a fae your real name. But…..Never have you seen a fae design like him in stories. Maybe things were a little different. Especially since he seemed to be in some kind of connection with Dev.

“Hell yeah. I do NOT want to be around my old man right now. Come on Peri-!” And Dev ran inside, leaving you two alone. For him to keep fluttering those pale purple lashes, as he was just adoring the flowers you had bought. Just stuffing his face in them. Lost in the textures and smells.

“Thank you…..I….They remind me of my childhood. Miss those days…So I uh. Thanks, Witchy.” He smiled to you, as you blushed all the same. Not as intense as him, because you were a human, but it was returned.

“You don’t have anything good in here! Peri! I wish that Witchy’s house was full of food! The good kind! You know what I’m talking about!” You heard Dev shout. Ever the blunt one.

Before you could make a remark, you saw Peri raise the strange cane of his. That same magical sound went off, and it seemed to blow out of your open door way. This bloom of smoke, that vanished as quickly as it arrived.

You would hurry inside, more so to see if Dev was ok, to be met with your home filled with food. Cabinets full and organized. Fridge open with sodas and juices. Pantry with chips and canned goods. It was like you suddenly were a grocery store with the levels of goods.

“There we go-!” Dev said, as he sat on the counter. Just munching away on a bag of cookies. Just left you speechless. What do you even say to something like this? Such pure, literal, magic.

“Guess that’s one way to say thanks for the flowers.” Peri would snort, as he giggled into his flowers. As if just a bashful school girl. Left Dev eye rolling, but was contented to be anywhere but his place. A mansion doesn’t bring the warmth your home did.

“Told you Witchy was cool. Didn’t do that weird back breaking dance, no screaming, no kidnapping. Witchy is so mellow. That’s what I like.” Dev would use you to brag to this fairy companion. Had you worry a moment.

“Are you like, owned by Dev? Did he kidnap YOU? Are you trapped?” You worried, given what Dev said. Along with just how true the statements are. To steal them for power, and wishes. Which was just what Dev did.

“Yeah. I mean-! Not like that-! Like-Oh uh. I’ll start from the top-“ He was blushing even more now, somehow. Suppose your genuine worry touched him. Along with the fact that even though he literally stuffed your home with food you were worried about him. Not a single drop of green in your tongue.

“I’m a Fairy God Parent. We are, basically, step in parents for kids who are….Well….” He gave a nudge at you, as Dev didn’t seem to be paying attention much. Messing with his phone. Most likely to plan some kind of tech aligned experiment for his future mischief.

“I get it-“ You nodded, as it was clear now. A parental figure, that can help kids be kids. With wishes to their hearts, and rules in place to keep both parties safe. Made you understand the situation alot more. You were wondering why Dev seemed alot happier lately. And a lot less of an asshole. Something you marked up as out bursts from his troubled home, which you couldn’t blame him for lashing out about.

“Guess since you are definitely classified as a magical being, I’ll be seeing you a lot more now. Dev hates being at home. Yeah it’s got all the things money can buy, but if it filled the damn void I wouldn’t be here. Huh?” He snorted, as you nodded as well. Along with a laugh, as it was certainly an experience to hear a fairy swear.

“Will you two stop flirting and get over here? Hazel sent me a text. Something about burritos? Violent mood swings?” Dev more so muttered, as Peri seemed red alert now.

“WE CAN NO HAVE ANOTHER BABY! I swear if Dad is pregnant, again-“ That had you both staring at him, before Dev’s phone dinged. “Never mind, it was just gas.”

Peri gave a sigh of relief, but you both were gawking at him still. That’s when he snapped his fingers, before trying to fix his hair. Get himself back in fairy order, instead of being a blushing mess of anxiety and nerves.

“It’s….Oh it’s a long story-“ Peri huffed, as his cane seemed to turn into a hand mirror of sorts. Floating in the air, so he could properly fix his large curl. Along with sneak a few flowers into it.

“I’ve got time…..” You offered, as you grabbed a drink from the fridge. Just finally able to enjoy some time now. Just chilling with people, and not so worried about food right now. Able to actually savor it all.

“Well….It all started with a wish. Before you ask, that’s gonna be a massive staple to most of my insane stories I have-“ Peri warned, as even Dev seemed interested now. Chaos from wishes? Don’t mind if he do! Even held the carton of cookies to you, as you were both ready for the gossip now.

It honestly seemed to make Peri happy, and do that flutter of his eyelashes again. Those flowers back to being snuggled into his face, and his cane turning into a photograph. A picture with a green haired fairy, a pinker haired one, a bundle of purple cloth in their hands, and a little kid. With buck teeth, and a pink hat.

“It all started, with an average kid, who made a wish for my parents to have a baby…”