#POSTING AFTER NOT POSTING IN EONS YAY

[callmecreator]

[ellenchain]

Guess who is finally back!

Finally, after what feels like eons, my blog has been unblocked! I've been gently advised that I'd better tag my posts in the future, so I'll probably tag any artwork (better safe than sorry)

But yay, I finally get to see my middle-aged man in his bunny costume again 🥳

[ultranecrozmaflashbang]

The Lord of Light Stakes Their Claim

Mortals or Rotomblr, I have graced thee with mine presence. I am Necrozma, the Blinding One, bringer of the Brightest Night, the Brightest Sun, and God of Light…

And I’m Meta from @metaoflocasol, just highjacking this intro post rq for basic information.

Necrozma goes by He/They, but prefers They/Them

Yes, this is legit, not an impersonator

They’re ancient, and don’t understand human technology that well

Yes, they always type like that

Don’t piss them off too much please… there is a non-zero chance they will open up an Ultra Worm Hole and drop a UB on you

Other than that… yeah, ask him questions, advise, secrets of the universe, the origin of creation, y’know, the usual.e

You are a strange little one…

Yup, I fell into the trap again. Now I made this blog! Yay!

Just a few quick things:

This takes place in the Locasol Timeline, about 15 years after the events of Ultra Sun/Moon. Necrozma was defeated, but not caught, rather fleeing back to Ultra Space to regain power. It recently chose Meta as their Chosen One, to prove the good in humanity to them. So TL;DR, AU in the future

Pelliper Mail, Marshuna Mail/Malice, In Character Anon Hate, and more are on

Magic Anons are on a case by case scenario, just try to keep it small

If your characters are related to Ultra Space in any way, please notify me beforehand just to make sure I can get the lore correct

Strictly SFW and a safe space for LGBTQIA+ folks. Mod is a minor

Important Tags:

Necrozma Narrates - Necrozma speaking

meta mention - Meta Soeaking

Eon elaborates - Eon the Spiritomb speaking

********** Speaks - ********** speaking

******* Comments - ******* speaking

*********** Drabbles - *********** speaking

*s soon to be revealed

[behind-the-veil-of-sanity]

I’ve never kept a diary, but I guess if I had, the entry for today would run something like this… September 5, 2024. It is summer again. Did summer actually ever leave? 21C and not a cloud in sight (teeny fib, the late afternoon turned hazy, but still warm). Shorts and T-shirt. Short socks in sneakers :D No response from real estate agent on web query. Wrote direct email re next possible viewing. Yay, a fast response! Viewing planned for today. In two hours time… find bus route and get there on time. Arrived on time, no agent in sight. Wait. Wait. Ah, eff it, I take a stroll around the property to get my bearings and make use of MY TIME! Apple trees, red and blackcurrant bushes. Nice. Pick up Newtonian apple (allowed!). Take a bite. Soft… pick a few red and blacks (don’t tell!). WHERE IS THE EFFIN AGENT??????? call agent. Auto response: can’t talk right now. What? Text agent: where are you, I’m here!!!! Out of town? Misunderstanding? Oh. Well yeah you didn’t spell that word right did you, but I also did not read that word properly. Next week you say. Okay. Fuck. (sneaks off the property hoping no one saw me). Now what? Stroll down the high street. Check out the local shops and dining places. Quaint, my final verdict of this village. Check bus time table, last bus an hour away. Hungry. Take aim at the local pizza place. 45 minutes later I roll out of the pizza place, one calzone and a beer lining my stomach. Buy orange fizz for desert (why? There wasn’t any coke!). Take last bus back home. Same driver as before. He recognised me… Get off bus, walk for 30 mins to get home, plus stopping off at the local grocery store. Note to self: always bring two bags for groceries. One bag makes life just so much harder. Arrived home. Sweating like a roasting pig. Huffing. Puffing. Watch warns me my pulse is too high for a sedentary position. Fuck #2. Feel stuffed two hours after pizza. Too much mozzarella I reckon. Also, too little tomato sauce. TV time. Watch TV. Time passes. The sun sets. Nice. Takes photo and posts to tumblr. TV. TV. Bang. Darkness. Power gone. Look out the window and realise the whole neighbourhood is dark. Get candles. Light candles. Get phone. Wait for cell service to be restored. Check power company website. Planned work? Power restored in 6 hours! The text to mum contains too many expletives to mention, but how the fuck can EON (electricity company) be allowed to run planned maintenance without telling their customers. Getting annoyed. Write complaint email to EON using even more colourful language. Press send. Feel no remorse. Fuck. (#3) I was supposed to enlist in the next uni course today. Today. The last day. But the power is off… I can access the computer with all the docs. Fuck (#3 still echoing in my head). Get phone out. 30% battery left. Might just work… Log on to Uni. Select course. Enlist. Proceed. Sorry? What? The online system can’t determine how much I’m supposed to pay cuz I’ve moved… BUT I DONT NEED TO PAY TODAY!!!!!! Contact Uni using web form. Write long explanations but try to ignore the frustration from the power fucking company idiot still bouncing in my head. Press send. Get automated reply immediately. Okay, that seemed to have gone to the wrong department. Try again. Contact student support. Sigh. Repeat the same info, adding a few extras and further queries. Press send. Fuck it. Walk to fridge. Open door. Get beer. Drink beer. Sigh. Gawd, I just feel the urge to whinge, into the void where no one can hear me. Huh, I know — Tumblr.

[jacensolodjo]

Y'all after Ukraine was attacked by russia: well Ukraine IS a country of nazis I mean they have Azov right? what do you MEAN it's actually russia that has been murdering gay people and trans people and people of color and muslims and jews and-- Y'all after ~1000 civilians are murdered by Hamas: Yeah we're Team Hamas even though they have made statements saying the Holocaust didn't go far enough in absolutely no uncertain terms as to their meaning and they're best buddies with literal neo-nazis and have trained with neo-nazis and neo-nazis sing their praises and have murdered Palestinian Jews and and claim Jews are the cause of everything bad in the world and gee wouldn't it be nice if all the Jews were dead and--

for a crowd of 'yeah let's all punch nazis' you sure do stand up and get behind the actual nazis awfully quick instead

I want to believe at least with Hamas it is a whole mess of ignorance about what Hamas actually is. Which... honestly just makes me really twitchy because... did no one like... take a teensy little Google search to see what Hamas stands for first before going YAY HAMAS? Cause I've also seen people try to compare it to a bunch of other fights for independence and liberation and like how fucking dare you? How fucking dare you compare antisemitic terrorists to those freedom fighters? Especially when you boohoo Ukraine because of Azov but Hamas is hunky doorey when they are literally listed as an antisemitic terrorist organization w/o any quibbling whatsoever by numerous third party, independent worldwide organizations who make it their job to classify these things.

Which leads into... did y'all not see the part about 'civilians'? Not Israeli Defense Force bases. Not Israeli soldiers. Not even Israeli colonizers or whathaveyou. But literal civilians, many of whom were minding their own business at a literal celebration of Torah. Simchat Torah. A holiday now stained in blood just as much as Yom Kippur was 50 years ago. We can argue who should be settling where until we're blue in the face but I thought we agreed eons ago that civilians are off limits no matter what. They didn't do anything. Not every Israeli is a colonizer. None of them did anything to precipitate the attack. And even then, once again, violence against women is not okay no matter what group you are a part of! AND THERE WERE CHILDREN!!!! What could a CHILD have done?! It doesn't matter which side, a civilian is a civilian and rape is rape! I don't want to be a part of any liberation, support any kind of liberation, with those kinds of ingredients where rape is okay and the murder of civilians is greenlit. You can't tell me you do either. I have to believe you truly don't. You made a mistake. You misread something. You didn't read enough. You did something that caused you to miss the parts that said you shouldn't support Hamas. Okay. Accept it. Learn from it. Stop supporting them.

Bear that in mind when you see posts about how Jews in and outside of Israel are hurting and are now watching in shock and despair as their friends seem to be ignoring all of these facts.

Hamas and russia have many many many MANY things in fucking common and if that makes you uncomfortable then I'm sorry. If it makes you uncomfortable being told the people you thought were the freedom fighter good guy liberator types are actually murderous rapist antisemitic terrorists then maybe that's your own fault for not doing the legwork to find out before you went on a spree of 'yay Hamas'. Do yourself a favor and find a water hose before you burn that bridge between you and your Jewish friends.

And if you actually care about Jews AND Palestinians? Why are you pro Hamas if Hamas has been found to murder Palestinian Jews or indeed any Palestinian they find to be lacking in being a proper Palestinian? I don't know about you but I am so not here for the murder of Palestinians, Jew or otherwise. By anyone. So it IS a mistake, right, to say 'yay Hamas'? Right? We agreed, right, that we don't respond to atrocity with atrocity right? We agreed, right, that we don't murder hundreds of civilians in a surprise attack right? Civilians are civilians are civilians. If it's bad when Israel does something to civilians, it's bad when a Western country does it, then it's bad when Hamas does it. End of fucking discussion.

So yeah. Especially don't talk to the Ukrainian Jew and act like he has no right to be upset and hurt and watch two years in a row as people who should know fucking better are suddenly seeming to delight in the deaths of people they claim to care about and say are worth defending. Or if not delight, at the very least seem to be okay with it even though they should be completely against it.

This is not what liberation should look like. Hamas is not what heroes look like. You are being hypocrites.

And perhaps here's the main thing: This was not actually about politics at all. This was about the hatred of Jews. And it is absolutely 'your bad' you are so blinded by 'Israel bad' you decided any of this was inevitable, was bound to happen just for being Israeli, that it's okay to do. No amount of 'but Israel--' justifies what happened on Saturday. The largest single event massacre of Jews since the Holocaust and you're okay with it because 'but Israel'. At the end of the day that is what happened, innocent Jews were murdered during one of the most joyous holidays of the Hebrew calendar. Hamas didn't do it for the Palestinians. They did it because they want Jews to no longer be on this Earth.

[shadow-pixelle]

Oh wise Pix of the pool, I have questions for you!

10, 14, 20, 21, 25, and 29!

Have fun!!

(In regards to this post)

Mmmm I dunno about wise but I do have answers for this, so.

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Hm, this is a hard one, cause a lot of times I don't really have expectations for responses? Or when I do it's usually fairly on the money. I do remember being a bit surprised that A Star-Lined Path got as much interest as it did, given that my tagging on that was... kinda awful, lol.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

Ah fuck me that's a really hard one, nevermind. I mean, A Shadow, an Eon, and a Worm could be fun, given that that's my biggest megafic. My other option is my current biggest WIP, Maskless, because it's got some really nice scene imagery in there and seeing that adapted could be super cool. (One scene in particular...)

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

cracks open my AO3 works tab ok, I really like Second Sun, if only for the punnage of it all, and same with A Credit To The Order. But I think my absolute favourite is either Tempering Steel (Transformers fic), or Light in a Storm (Star Wars).

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

I am in fact currently in the process of doing that! I have about 10k of Maskless that I need to delete, because I don't like one character interaction that I have in it. Unfortunately, at the time I wasn't too bothered, so I kept writing!

And then I got writer's block, took like a four month break, and came back to it. Looked at the segment, went 'no actually I dislike this immensely', and am now having to delete pretty much that entire 10k because the way I want to rewrite this section also means needing to adjust the course of the entire rest of the conversation to keep it flowing well, so yay that.

(Technically I guess this isn't a scene? It's a big section of a scene to be deleted, it's just that I've then gotta rewrite the rest of the scene and the next chapter probably as well...)

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

Oh hells yes. Writing Shattering Point was a nightmare, because I did that one in class and made myself upset, very fun to try and explain. Surprisingly, the one you'd think upset me- Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow- didn't all that much? I think it's cause I wrote it in a speedrun more than anything and got caught up thinking about the reactions more. Like I was sad but it wasn't that bad?

I think if I reread it now though I'd start sobbing.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

...Hm, ok, this could be fun. Dooooo I have anything like that right now...

(The endless issue of 'if I wrote it with the intent to post it it probably got posted', lol. I have a lot of practice pieces that'll never be posted, but I don't think I've got much actual fic content...?)

Oh! I have an idea! I was, once upon a time, thinking of expanding on Revelations of Monsters, an MCU fic I wrote in the early days of me being on AO3. I never actually figured out how I'd expand it, though, so while I did write a scene for a potential sequel/expansion piece, I'll likely never use it. Soooo here have some of that I guess.

Even for Ultron. (Not the monster she’d created, no. But for the AI that would have been ULTRON, if not for her interference. ULTRON would have been different, would have grown up with a family of AI siblings and a father who adored his creations so brightly it burned, would have been taught love and compassion and to protect… Wanda had murdered that child before they could even be born, using her powers and the Sceptre, and created a monster in their place, and she wasn’t sure if there was enough grief and regret in all the worlds to atone for that fact. She wasn’t sure she wanted there to be.)

[tblsomedoodles]

Is there an updat eon the "discussion" Raph promised awhile back after Leo's waking vision?

It's one of the things i've been hopping between. So i've been working on it, it's just a little slow going since i've got a mild case of writer's block for just about everything at the moment. (in a general "anything i try to write sounds horrible" type of way. sarcastic yay.)

anyways! I might end up holding onto it for a bit so i can include it in the main fic. but it shouldn't be too bad of a wait since i'm pretty much speedrunning through the invasion anyways lol. (or i could possibly post it here and just wait to put it on AO3? That you all don't have to wait for it as long and the fic won't be out of order. hmmm...)

Thank you!

[milkplusvn]

Soundless AAA: My Arm Hurts + Patreon Stuff

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So! Funny thing about today. I was supposed to finish up the last two CGs in the morning after eons of dealing with freelancing and other adult responsibility nonsense so I could plug them into the opening and render the new opening once and for all. As it turns out, though:

My frazzled stressed body decides whenever it wants to oversleep at random, even when I got enough sleep the night prior.

It turns out you cannot quickly draw CGs with a dozen people in them, even if the vast majority of the people are a faceless mob.

I don’t like having to tell you all that things I said would be out by a certain point did not actually come out. It’s not pleasant. It’s an unfortunate consequence of being a solo developer. I always appreciate any and all patience with the process, because when your work is also drawing and using a mouse and typing you tend to get repeitive strain injuries, which is something I’m desperately trying to mitigate so that I don’t discover one day I can’t use my hand to draw at all because it’s been damaged beyond salvation. (This happens a lot when peoples’ work is art—some become so desperate they learn how to use their non-dominant hand to draw.)

Sadly, no image this time because the CG that did end up getting completed today is a spoilery one. A few variations of the final are available in the supporter-only developer channel, so if you’d like to see that now while still waiting on the Patreon to launch, feel free to make a Ko-Fi account, chuck a few dollars my way, and then connect your Discord account to the Ko-Fi account to get the reward. Your money helps me do things like take care of cats and bills and taxes. Yay.

Speaking of the Patreon

We’re looking at an early July launch still! We won’t be launching it right when the month starts for a variety of reasons that include “most people pay rent on the first and wouldn’t be able to pledge anyways” and “we’d like to take our time ensuring the first month of content is nice and cool”. We will be sending out an e-mail for both when we have a solid launch date and when it does actually launch, so keep your eyes peeled.

Stream Soon?

Yes, stream soon! After the final CG is completed we will be scheduling a “CG marathon” stream where instead of the usual 2 hours you get to see me nonstop* draw some of the “simpler” CGs (that are not spoilery) until I’m done. This marathon will still come with 5-minute breaks, though, for both you and me. Probably will include 10 minute intermissions too if it goes on long enough.

*In the event this takes so long that it’s time to eat dinner, the stream will end at that time regardless of whether or not all the CGs are finished.

Art Patch Progress Summary

Sprites

Finished

CGs

4/31 completed (1 in progress)

4/5 opening CGs completed (1 in progress)

Implementation

All main sprites implemented.

Toggle option implemented

Initial selection screen roughly implemented

Other

Updated art version of opening sequence in progress

You can play Soundless for free with the original art on Itch.io now!

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

{hey you guys probably don't know this but i have more ocs outside of the bone gang and the other guys i've mentioned (mythos!tricky the clown) / shown (the amoguses). i do. i hate this!*}

{my mind is full of people that i can't get outta there. none of them pay rent except for the tyrant °^°}

{anyway this post is about the greatknight, a.k.a. the big scary hunk'a metal i showcased like. week or so ago. maybe three. idk man i have had Zero flow for the bone gang recently.}

{more shit under the Read more, as always.}

{okay so the greatknight, right? you guys probably aren't hounding at the fuckin' bit to know anything about him unless you are my closest friend ever - and even then they're banished to the wizard realm rn so i can't talk to them about him-}

{look he lives in a castle. big black one. all dark and menacing, like a good villain should be. (yeah he's a villain, sorry for not telling you sooner.) and as a good villain, he's been alive for god damn centuries - hell, eons, if i count right}

{he once started life as this guy. some dude. a fella, even. he was a kid. grew up to become a hired sword* - a mercenary, you get him to do a thing for ya and you pay him for his troubles. if you didn't pay? you'd never see him again, as he'd not want anything to do with you. wasn't a fan of free labor - still isn't.}

{in his advanced ages, - like, forty, forty-five, - pre-greatknight even managed to marry a pretty lady! a charismatic and kind soul, even for the ages that they come from. she saw something in the pre-greatknight that he didn't see in himself and said 'alright. you. ring.'.}

{they were happy for a time. a long time. about ten or so years, before The Incident.}

{this is where the pre-greatknight started to mold into his current-day form. after The Incident, the pre-greatknight decided that he wanted to become a recluse, go be alone until he dies. unfortunately, while he was out searching for his hermit home, he got lethally ambushed by a buncha heroes who mistook him for a villain due to his appearance at the time.}

{blood spurted from damn well everywhere it could. the pre-greatknight felt his bones crack with every movement. he had an hour left in him, if he played his cards right.}

{however... well, shit works out. as every good villain needs an origin story of sorts, this one involves skeletons finding the pre-greatknight leaning against a tree and accepting his fate. one o' them figured 'ay, we's built this cool suit o' armor. think we can make 'im trade that 'umanity o' his for it?'. the other seven agreed with this rambunctious idea.}

{and wouldn't ya guess it, they patched him up and replaced what blood he lost with some fresh stuff. one of the skeletons popped the question, and the pre-greatknight went for it. 'oh, cool suit of armor? 'n' all i gotta do is stop being human? fuck it.', was probably what he said then if i had to guess.}

{anyway, an eternal thanks from both sides later, and the Greatknight was born. (so now i can stop typing pre-greatknight. yay!)}

{of course, this is not the greatknight good and proper, this is just base-level greatknight, what with his mercenary know-how and human-level knowledge. since he was ambushed by heroes, he figured 'fuck it, we ball' and became a villain. he left his home-village to find an excellent plot of land that would house his future bloodwoods.}

{fast forward like a shitload of eons because i am rapidly losing steam, he built his blood army, cultivated the bloodwoods, and made a name for himself as one of the toughest villains you'd meet. yadda yadda. here he is.}

{/// NO IMAGE ATTACHED ///}

{the greatknight's still around, of course. if you want to rack your head about what his name is, what he looks like under his helmet, what happened to his wife, or even what race he is - theory craft! go for it! god knows i can't fucking figure it out and i'm the lore guy here!}

{anyway. enjoy yaselves. i'm gonna go on a friggin hiatus and reblog more shit. maybe play the division 2 a bit more. right now though (1:46 AM at the time of writin') i gotta tend to my cat so she doesn't wake up the entire house - she's in heat. can't help herself.}

{weeeeeeeee}

[*i want to get their designs onto paper but i can't draw for shit and i am incredibly stubborn about drawing on paper. one of these days i'm just gonna say fuck it and train myself] [**hired gun, w/o the gun]

[benjaminthewolf]

Evil Never Triumphs (Vore Story)

THIS IS VERY VERY VERY VERY LONG! LIKE, 11 GOOGLE DOCS PAGES LONG!

Don’t worry though, setup and payout are pretty much equal, six pages to five.

(I hope sincerely that “view post” is on both the mobile and browser versions of Tumblr…)

WARNING: BLOOD, DIGESTION, HEAVILY IMPLIED FATAL!

This is basically the “bad ending” of the story, BUT, a good ending will be posted completely separate of this, so no it won’t have the 11 pages of prior context on it in the post. I preface that, because “heavily implied fatal” leaves the door open to a rescue scenario, and what’s the next logical step after you rescue someone who was almost killed by digestion? Why, healing vore of course! So make sure you stay tuned for that!

Also, hey, I finally wrote another furry pred, so…yay!

****

“All clear!” Dr. Krankcase called out to Wolfgang behind him as he gazed intently around the corner. There didn’t appear to be anything down this particular stony passageway, and despite the fact this was a very large and interconnected cave system, there wasn’t exactly anywhere that an intruder could be hiding, so unless Kaos had managed to recruit a minion with the ability to turn invisible, for now, the two of them were safe.

The moment that the academy got the signal of trouble inside the caves of the Molekin, one having even reported hearing the iconic sound of Kaos’ laughter echoing around the tunnels, Master Eon had naturally alerted that any Skylanders who were currently near the area should go check it out immediately. It just so happened to be that the two former Doomraiders Wolfgang and Dr. Krankcase had been hanging around the region at the same time the distress signal was received. Thus, onwards the two of them scouted, making their way deeper and deeper, down into the dark.

However, as had been rationally suspected by the two reformed villains, knowing quite well the habits of the little, bald man, they were not, in fact, down here alone. Peering with a rather furrowed brow through the magic portal-hole that constantly kept an eye on the two Skylanders, Kaos gave a scowl.

“Out of all the ones who could have come…” he murmured to himself under his breath. He still remembered getting mercilessly betrayed by the Doomraiders when they were still an active villain group, only to have them kidnap him again so that they could go into the future via his portal master magic as a part of their plans, and held a rather visceral hatred for all its former members as such. “...don’t you think I forgot getting trapped in that stupid goo barrel of yours…” he continued on rambling while glaring at Dr. Krankcase through the portal. “...and then having that stupid fleabag right next to ya scoop me up and use me like a toy in order to get his way- HEY, GLUMSHANKS, DID I TELL YOU TO STOP STIRRING?”

“Y-YES LORD KAOS, I MEAN- NO LORD KAOS, OF COURSE NOT! OF COURSE-” Glumshanks, Kaos’ tall, lean, green-skinned troll minion who was the singular voice of reason that the shrimpy, deranged portal master ever had in close proximity to himself, frantically stuttered out as he instantly went right back to stirring around the giant bubbling mixture of Kaos’ newest evil plot that lay slightly simmering inside a gigantic, black cauldron whilst using a comically large spoon and standing on top of a rickety, wooden ladder in order to be able to reach it all in the first place.

“SILENCE, FOOL!” Kaos aggressively snapped back. “Now, where was I? Oh yeah!”

Evilly rubbing his hands together whilst gazing excitedly into the portal, the stubby, bald dark portal master let out a soft chuckle to himself, before the inevitable villain monologue at last began to flow.

“They all think that after I failed to evilize Mount Cloudbreak, petrified darkness would be useless to me! WELL THEY’D BE WRONG!” Confidently turning around in order to face his pot once more, Kaos let a cruel, toothy grin seep its way across his face as poor poor Glumshanks only continued to lose the remaining feeling in his arms.

“THIS TIME, THIS TIME, I have FINALLY managed to distill down this stuff, INTO ITS MOST PURE AND EVIL FORM! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Gleefully whipping out of his pocket a medical syringe that was filled all the way to the brim with the stuff, Kaos gently caressed the thing in his hands.

“Oooooooohhhhhh….” he sensually shuddered out as he glanced back over at the portal, his eyes practically locked upon Wolfgang whilst he and Dr. Krankcase ventured further into the cave. “...and here we do indeed have THE PERFECT TEST SUBJECT! GLUMSHAAAAAAAAAAANKS!”

“Y-YES LORD KAOS?” Glumshanks called out from his position above the ladder.

“You can stop stirring now! My other minions will know how to handle it from here!”

Glumshanks, though he wished to a downright painstaking degree to feel relieved, was quite simply unable to be so as he shakily set the comically large spoon down upon the brim of the pot. Fumbling precariously with his arms as he desperately attempted to use every single last bit of strength left within them to haul himself down the ladder, the moment he finally touched ground, the poor troll literally collapsed to the floor, losing consciousness almost instantly, taking him fully out of the picture for the moment as a result.

At the sight of this fiasco, Kaos could only scoff before turning, again, back towards the portal. If everything went well, this little experiment could have potentially GINORMOUS ramifications, and it all boiled down to this.

“As long as those idiots remember what I trained them for…” Kaos mumbled to himself whilst keeping close watch on both the former villains. “Then I might just, FINALLY, have a single chance at last!”

****

Dr. Krankcase’s iconic wooden spider legs scuttled their way across the cold, stone floor as the two former Doomraiders apprehensively moved forth through the tight, underground passageway. In order for Kaos’ plans for the two of them to work, at this point it was imperative for them to somehow be separated down there.

Thankfully, however, it was indeed for that particular reason why the bald-headed, eensey-weensey little villain had chosen this particular cave in the first place. Not with these two specifically in mind, of course, the overall plan would work regardless of who came in, just as long as it was two or more people, but regardless, Wolfgang and Dr. Krancase were the two who had answered the distress call, and as a result, the plans would now have to be adapted specifically for them and their abilities.

“Looks like the tunnel splits paths here.” Wolfgang growled under his breath. “That might mean we’ll have to split up.”

Narrowing his eyes as he gazed attentively down one of the passageways, Dr. Krankcase eventually nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah, yeah, they go in completely different directions. We’ll have to strike it out on our own.”

Wolfgang gave a scowl. “Alright then, but you do remember what the emergency call is just in case there’s foul play involved, right?”

“Of course, it was… ‘Scrump Muffin’, yes?” Dr. Krankcase calmly replied, with a rising hint of humor in his voice.

“Yeah, since if you just hear me screaming ‘help’, you can’t really know if it was actually me or not, but something like that?”

“Oh yes, absolutely.”

Wolfgang smirked. “Heh, if somethin’ actually does happen after we break, those poor enemies are gonna be in for a surprise.”

The two reformed villains jovially shared a casual bout of laughter with each other, before at last, it was time for them to get going.

“Alright. Welp. I’ll see you on the other side I suppose.” Dr. Krankcase concluded with a nod as he began to make his way down the right passageway.

“Eh, just as long as neither o’us have to scream out ‘Scrump Muffin’, of course.” Wolfgang responded soon after.

Still rather amused over their chosen emergency phrase, the two Skylanders only continued to chortle to themselves as they at last parted ways, Wolfgang being naturally able to see in the dark, whilst the wooden-legged doctor utilized the light emulating from the canisters upon his goo guns to look around.

“I know I can go pretty fast on these babies…” Dr. Krankcase noted to himself, referring of course to his legs. “I just hope that Wolfgang can manage to achieve the same…”

****

“Is he here yet?”

“Do you see him?”

“SHHHHHH! YOU’RE GONNA GIVE OUR POSITION AWAY!”

“Oh…sorry!”

Kaos’ troll minions chattered amongst themselves inside the left passageway as they awaited in the dark for one of the two Skylanders to walk obviously into their trap. Knowing that the both of them would naturally be on high alert, the trolls had all drunk an invisibility potion before getting into place, ensuring that the naked eye had absolutely zero chance of detecting them. Thus, within the middle of the passageway they stood, silent and at the ready for the inevitable fight to ensue.

The trolls had no idea which of the former villains were coming down their path, but it ultimately didn’t matter, as long as it was one of them, the plan would continue just fine. Knowing that they were listening for either the sound of footsteps or scuttling, the trolls strained their ears. Thus, as soon as the unmistakable light plodding of Wolfgang’s feet began to echo throughout the walls, the trolls silently nodded amongst themselves. Perfect. Kaos had told them that Wolfgang was the ideal test subject, and low and behold, here he was.

Knowing due to their training what they needed to do next, the trolls thus proceeded to tighten up their muscles in preparation to strike whilst keeping their eyes locked tight on the bipedal wolf trodding forth. It would not be very long, however, before Wolfgang swiftly stopped dead in his tracks.

And it was right then and there, upon what the former evildoer did next, that the trolls came to a realization. As while the reformed wolf sure was the perfect test subject for this evilizing serum, he was absolutely not, the perfect target for an ambush, a fact which, in the end, boiled down to one, simple fact. Wolfgang’s sense of smell.

“Something smells… off, here.” the two legged wolf mumbled to himself whilst ferociously sniffing the air. “Almost like…”

The trolls forcefully suppressed a sudden gasp of shared panic, as they at last understood that their time was finally up.

“TROLLS!” Wolfgang snarled out whilst using his Skylander magic to make his bone-harp appear in his hands. He had chosen his harp over his bow because the cave was a very enclosed space, and he would need to attack multiple enemies at the same time if he were to get out of here successfully. “AWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Allowing his howl to reverberate around the cave, compounding in upon itself before at last reaching the trolls’ ears, the group of enemies at last gave in as they collectively gave an searing cry of pain from the anthro wolf’s attack, the musical note for pain echoing around inside their eardrums as Wolfgang went on to make use of his claws to slice the trolls into submission upon the floor. Despite their blood being invisible too, the unmistakable metallic tang practically emulated off the bodies as the poor, defeated minions let out wincing groans of agony before they at last disappeared into visible piles of experience orbs, that which were casually absorbed into Wolfgang’s body as a result.

Once he was sure that there were no more enemy trolls around, Wolfgang gave a scoff.

“Didn’t even manage to land a hit. How pathetic.”

Allowing his bone-harp to disappear back into hammerspace, Wolfgang began to think.

“...alright then. Trolls. What could that mean?” he mumbled to himself whilst placing a finger under his chin. “Well there was a report of Kaos’ voice down here, and he has used trolls as minions in the past, so…”

Upon at last fully comprehending just what this might mean, Wolfgang made his bone-harp re-appear in his hands.

“...*tisc* I have no idea what that hairless, empty-skulled fool is thinking about doing this time, but-”

“HEY, ‘FOOL’ IS MY WORD, YOU THIEF!”

Wolfgang’s heart instantly leaped to the sky as he rapidly attempted to pinpoint the exact origin of that cry. “WOAH!” he instinctively called out in his shock.

“Woah is right, my former furry friend. For it is I! Kaos. Who has arrived here to- HEY! WHAT THE-”

Instantly switching his harp for his bow before using one of the arrows to pin Kaos against the wall via his cloak, Wolfgang promptly slammed his fist around the miniature villain’s throat, before giving a deep growl.

“Comin’ in to clean up your minions' mess after such a pitiful display, hmm?” he rumbled out directly into Kaos’ ear. “Well I frankly don’t care WHAT kinds of dirty tricks you’ve got up your sleeve, THIS TIME, when we trap you somewhere, YOU STAY TRAPPED IN THERE, DO YOU HEAR?”

“UH..OH UH-I MEAN-I-!” Kaos began frantically stuttering as he attempted to reach into his right cloak pocket without it seeming too conspicuous. “WELL YOU SEE, I-YA!” As the seconds ticked by, only that final cry out of the infamous portal master’s mouth had managed to echo its way around the tightened, cavern walls, as the grip around his throat was slowly released out of horror.

Wolfgang’s heart froze. He knew he had just been hit by something. That much he knew. His pupils dilated ‘till they strained as a single tear began to well up inside his eye. “Wh-what…what did you just do to me?” he softly whimpered out.

Tossing to the side the now empty syringe, Kaos promptly tore the arrow off the wall and out of his cloak, allowing him to move freely again, as the poor bipedal wolf began rapidly wincing in agony, whilst tensely grimacing upon the floor.

“It's over now, wolfie…” Kaos teasingly stated. “That was liquified darkness that I just injected into your blood. There’s no way for you to resist it. You might as well just give it up now.”

Upon being delivered this information, Wolfgang gave a yip, as the gears within his head that still held the capacity to function began rapidly turning.

“...y-you mean you were TRYING to get up close to me?”

Kaos let a seering, cruel grin creep across his face, whilst giving the poor wolf a nod. “Oh…but yes…yes I did!”

“And you…did you…DID YOU LEAVE THOSE TROLLS THERE JUST TO BE BAIT?”

Kaos almost instantly theatrically threw back his head. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES, YES! FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT, FOOL, HAVEN’T YOU?”

Able to feel the darkness deeply infiltrating his veins as he sputtered, coughed, and spat, poor Wolfgang’s mind began to rapidly dissipate, only able at this point to yowl out one last phrase amongst his anguish, as the darkness at last overwhelmed him, and his body gave in as such.

Kaos couldn’t help but give out an “Eh?” as soon as Wolfgang had said it, but of course, he paid the strange cry no mind. After all, how could any phrase as meaningless and downright sickening as “Scrump Muffin” ever be of any concern to such a meticulous plan such as this?

Simply shrugging the moment off as the transformation finally began, Kaos was indeed soon after able to feel the heavenly euphoria of victory flowing generously through his nerves, causing him to give a pleased shudder of pleasure, and turn his way back towards the rapidly shifting Wolfgang as such.

“OHHHHHH…I BET YOU WISH YOU HADN’T SNATCHED ME UP FOR ALL OF THOSE ANTICS WITHIN THE TOWER OF TIME, NOW, DO YOU?”

Kaos knew that Wolfgang couldn’t hear him, but that ultimately didn’t matter. The first phase of the plan had been a resounding success, and as the villainous grin on his face only continued to grow wider, the tiny dark portal master began evilly tapping together his fingers as he enthusiastically prepared himself, as well as his newfound darkness-infused tool, to move forth to phase two. Positively overwhelmed with his joy, Kaos gave one last lament to his well-planned, perfectly executed win, his absolutely brimming being seemingly just about ready to burst.

“DO YOU?”

****

Dr. Krankcase had indeed received the signal. He had also received the quite possibly unintentional signals resonating from Kaos’ throat as well. Due to his rather cautious, scientific nature, the lime-green skinned, trenchcoat wearing doctor had been meticulously examining the walls around the area with each scuttle he took deeper into the cave, just to be sure there weren’t any hidden cameras or booby traps anywhere along their length. Because of all this, the moment the distress call was sent, it had come from ahead of him, relative to his position within the tunnel. As a result, the spider-legged man had only one direction to go when it came to helping his friend, and that was, of course, forward.

“Gaaaaaaaaugh, I swear, if there ARE any hidden traps down here that I miss and thus activate because I’m rushing to help Wolfgang, I will…uuurgh…” he grumbled to himself as he ran.

“WELL RIGHT NOW IT DOESN'T MATTER! HE SENT ME THE SIGNAL AND NOW IT'S MY JOB TO GO FIND HIM!”

Increasing his speed to about as fast as he could go whilst holding forth a goo gun just in case he needed it, the reformed doctor’s gaze hardened as he was suddenly able to discern some light resonating out of the end of the tunnel. Nodding his head as such whilst preparing himself for a fight, Dr. Krankcase soon burst forth out of the opening of the tunnel and into the chamber beyond.

The area was extremely spacious, in complete contrast with the considerably narrow tunnels before it. The ceiling and walls were undetectable by anyone standing in the center, and even the faintest of breaths could be heard echoing their way across the dark, as the cautious man gazed around intently, not daring to make any noise, searching vehemently, for any sign, at all, visual, audio, or otherwise that, could give him any clues whatsoever as to what was going on.

Eventually, after a good few minutes of inconclusive waiting, the now considerably less on-edge doctor began to wonder if Wolfgang was still trapped in his tunnel, and he wasn’t able to tell because he had been running so fast. He was just about to turn himself around in order to go check out that possibility, before all of a sudden, out of quite literally nowhere, a warm, misty breath was heaved directly onto the back of the poor doctor’s neck, the resulting shock and panic forcing the man into absolute sensual overdrive once more.

Instantly swiveling his being around in order to face the source of the breath head on, holding out both of his guns in preparation to fire, Dr. Krankcase was, in the end, granted by the circumstances just a few seconds to get back his grasp on reality, before at last, a dark pinkish light swiftly erupted into ignition, the fierce, resulting lumination revealing the secrets at last.

Dr. Krankcase instantly froze, both of his arms inevitably locking up as the facts of the matter began to shakily settle in. The poor man had absolutely no clue what had happened to his friend back in those tunnels for any of this to be the case, the spectacle itself had given him basically no hints, but all that he could discern from the scene, was soon to be expressed in one simple sentence the moment the quivering doctor finally regained control over his voice box once more.

“W-Wolfgang?” he quietly stammered out in horror as he shakily scuttled a few inches back.

The shuddering man absolutely knew that his former fellow Doomraider wasn’t able to respond. No in a state like this. And yet, the word still came out, most likely by instincts, as he began to examine the scene.

He knew for a fact that Wolfgang had been evilized, this was of course because of the distinctive dark purple and pinkish colors currently present upon his fur and body, the newly obtained crystals on the top of his head shining out a brilliant, searing light, as well as how his demeanor was now considerably more wild and aggressive, the frothing, evilized wolf giving out many spiteful hufs towards the man as a result.

That much was just about as concrete as a claim could possibly get under these circumstances. In addition to all that, however, the darkness had also massively altered his physiology, turning him into a relatively gigantic four-legged wolf, with the anatomy and proportions indicative of such a form, his massive, hunkering body completely towering over the doctor, a body so huge that it almost caused him to scrape his head against the now visible ceiling a few times as he shifted his being about, the now rather tiny man slowly gaining back his composure as he let a few more simple sentences softly escape from his mouth.

“Wolfgang…please…if you can still hear me…please…try and fight it out…” he began practically pleading with the canine. “...I don’t want to hurt you…I-I know you would never hurt me…well…in this era at least, but…the darkness…” Dr. Krankcase was barely even able to get halfway through his sentence before the evilized wolf gave a low growl and promptly narrowed his eyes.

“...please don’t pounce…please don’t pounce…please don’t-POUNCE! AAAA!”

Quite unfortunately for the panicking spider-legged doctor, Wolfgang’s evilized mind was firmly in control, and as a result, before the gunslinging man even had the chance to pull the triggers, his body had taken the leap.

“GAAAAAH! NO!” Dr. Krankcase cried out in terror as he was squashed beneath a paw pad. His wooden spider legs naturally folded inwards upon themselves as the reformed villain’s head and chest were aggressively forced to the floor, pinning him underneath as a result, and leaving him unable to fire his goo guns, that which were also crushed under the force, possibly even shattered, as the now trapped man painfully let out a gasp.

“WOLFGANG! WOLGANG! PLEASE! PLEASE FIGHT OUT OF IT!” he frantically squealed in desperation as he fruitlessly squirmed about beneath the paw. “NO, NO, NO!”

It did not matter how much Dr. Krankcase screamed. It didn’t matter how much he struggled. It didn’t matter what actions he took in order to try and break himself free. No, all of that was rendered completely and utterly null, all precisely in the moment where Wolfgang, at last, fully revealed his maw.

Seemingly realizing this, the poor doctor’s body almost instantly froze up as his consciousness went blank. It wouldn’t take very long, however, before the color in his eyes steadily began to return, and he finally understood everything.

“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! PLEASE, YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS, YOU DON’T HAVE TO-MMMMMPH!” Swiftly getting shut up by a light stroke of the tongue, Wolfgang retracted the dark purple muscle for a while before he began generously salivating, giving a rather slimy lick across his chops before his paw slid down so that it was now only covering the man’s wooden legs, leaving him therefore able to give the man’s remaining biological parts a quite thorough examining via the flavor having seeped through onto the outside of his clothes.

Flopping the sleek, heated muscle onto the pinned doctor’s back before slowly dragging it across the trenchcoat’s leathery exterior, Wolfgang’s body gave a pleased shudder as the opened maw continued to blow front after front of warm air onto his writhing prey below. Dr. Krankcase was no longer even able to verbally resist as he was gently flipped over upon the floor, causing the man to come face-to-face with the ravenous, beastly creature, before the hot, thick form of the tongue positively slathered its saliva upon his shirt-covered chest, eventually making its way up to his face, the sticky, dousing fluids soaking into the man’s skin and hair as he desperately sputtered and coughed.

Having had enough with the sampling, Wolfgang’s evilized mind now knew that it was at last time for the reformed villain’s journey to commence, and upon giving his prey a preemptive sniff just to be sure he wasn’t going to be ingesting anything harmful, the ferocious, giant wolf swiftly took his paw all the way off the doctor’s form. Before the shuddering man even had the chance to pick himself up off the floor, however, Wolfgang’s opened jaws came viciously crashing down above him, slamming full-force their weight into the floor and causing multiple shockwaves to go reverberating by, before the jaws cautiously closed around the man, hauling him up, wooden legs and all, into the air, teeth clenched gently around him, before said teeth as well as his tongue began working together to maneuver the doctor back into the center of the maw. Slightly tilting his head towards the roof as he did so, Wolfgang could feel Dr. Krankcase’s body on the inside sliding effortlessly onto the middle of his tongue, his wooden legs still in their folded position that allowed the man to lay flat against the ground. Fiercely clenching down his teeth in order to fully seal his prey inside, Wolfgang allowed a low growl to rise up from his throat before calmly laying his body against the cold, cavern floor.

Dr. Krankcase’s brain had all but completely shut down at this point as he was able to hear the soft, constant breaths being heaved in and out of Wolfgang’s lungs all around him. As his partially broken goo guns were now located outside, his only remaining hope at this point was to pull himself together enough to use his leg spin move to get Wolfgang to spit him out. Rather unfortunately for him, however, This possibility was rendered all but null as the giant wolf’s sleek, purple tongue folded over on itself and once more pinned the doctor down.

Taking his time in order to savor the immaculate taste upon his prey’s being, Wolfgang proceeded to slowly swish the man between the tight, bulging pockets of his cheeks before he sent him down to his doom. As the reality of the situation only compounded in on itself within the mind of the poor doctor, Wolfgang at last unraveled his tongue from the man, before tilting his head back once more, and allowing the slide to commence.

Dr. Krankcase knew rather well that once he had gone beyond the gullet, he had quite possibly gone beyond the point of no return. It was mostly likely for that reason, then, that the formerly quivering brain of the man finally snapped back to attention. Able to feel his upper body slowly slipping down the tongue’s sloped surface, he frantically swiveled his head around in an attempt to find a way to get out, as he understood implicitly that trying to climb back up the tongue would only end in disaster. Luckily for him, as soon as his wooden legs were wedged somewhat cleanly into the entrance of the evilized wolf’s throat, the plump, dangling sack of flesh that was the uvula appeared in his peripheral vision above him. Not wasting any time in frimly grasping onto the thing with his hands, Dr. Krankcase was thus only able to hang there precariously as Wolfgang suppressed a gag.

Not taking very kindly to his prey attempting to resist, Wolfgang let a rather aggressive bark rattle its way up the doctor’s body as the poor man on the inside instinctively gave a shudder of fear. Giving a hard gulp in an attempt to get the spider-legged doc off his uvula, Dr. Krankcase’s grip began to slowly slip off. Tightening his hold in pure desperation as a result, the relatively tiny man, though he obviously couldn’t feel it, was able to tell his wooden legs were getting squelched into Wolfgang’s esophagus as his hold on the uvula only continued to grow stronger.

Feeling Wolfgang gulp once more, causing the dark purple piece of flesh to be tugged further downwards as a result, Dr. Krankcase was able to tell that part of his upper body was wedged inside the evilized wolf’s throat as well, causing his eyes to well up a little as his fingers began sliding off the continually stretching sack. Now, only one more gulp was needed in order to send him down into the tightened tunnel below, and it wouldn’t take very long before Wolfgang did just that.

Poor Dr. Krankcase was thus forced off of the uvula, that which practically slingshotted itself back up and into place as a result of all that stretching, as the now slightly weeping man was fully squelched in. Still holding up his hands just in case of a miracle, the former villinan-turned Skylander would receive precisely nothing to aid his being as his hand was at last slipped through the upper esophageal sphincter along with the rest of his body.

Wolfgang on the outside gave a rather satisfied sigh as he could feel the slight bulge traversing its way down his throat. Still able to detect some of the man’s flavor upon his tongue, the humongous canine proceeded to give a lick across his chops before nonchalantly allowing the thing to dangle outside of his maw, and drool its way onto the stony cave floor as a result.

Meanwhile, Dr. Krankcase on the inside was once again desperately trying to resist. Practically pounding and banging his fists into the side of the evilized wolf’s throat, the great wolf on the outside only gave a scoff and an eye roll as the the pathetic punching and squirming did basically nothing other than send light vibrations up the thing whilst the spider-legged doctor at last disappeared behind Wolfgang’s collarbone.

Dr. Krankace’s tears began to rapidly pick up as he was finally able to sense Wolfgang’s deep, pounding heartbeat throbbing inside his chest. The echoing thumps booming all around his ears, the poor man gave a shudder once more as the overarching baseline was suddenly joined in by the rising melodic choruses of the grumbles and groans emulating out from the awaiting stomach chamber below.

At last, though, again, he couldn’t feel it, Dr. Krankcase was able to hear the lower esophageal sphincter opening itself up as all five of his wooden legs were effortlessly squelched through, leaving only his upper body left to be squeezed out.

The force of gravity aiding the process quite nicely, Dr. Krankcase instantly closed his eyes and scrunched his nose against his face as he finally took the plunge. Being thankful for once in his life that he couldn’t feel his legs, the poor man, for the moment, dared not open his eyes, as he knew that the instant they were to be opened, his heart would sink to his core.

Wolfgang was able to sense the fellow reformed villain landing deep inside his guts due to the resulting sloshing of the liquids within, causing the area to start picking up its activity, churning and gurgling the recently entered prey around whilst the acids slowly trickled in. The hefty, solid sensation of the man weighing down inside his stomach was downright heavenly for Wolfgang, as suddenly, all of the air that had been swallowed down along with Dr. Krankcase came rising back up in his throat, causing him to let out a great, echoing belch which rang its way across the giant cave and caused the magically enlarged canine to form upon his face an exceedingly cruel grin.

Smacking his lips a few times as he positively reveled in the moment, the poor spider-legged doctor on the inside of his guts was beginning to realize the acids were at last searing their presence around him. Since he could touch the bottom of the relatively shallow chamber with his wooden legs, he was able to stand all the way up so that they weren’t searing away any of his biological flesh. Still, he knew it would only be so long until the things gave way, and as a result, let out a suppressed wince as he squished himself deeply into the walls surrounding the deathly liquid pool, as the one source of comfort he could possibly have left, in the face of doleful reality.

The soft, cushiony walls churned and shifted against his being as the constant white noise only continued to ring within his ears. Feeling the natural warmth and wetness upon the walls soak into his cheek as his left eye squeezed out a tear, Dr. Krankcase was soon able to recognize the sizzling noises of the acids below him as they began to work away at his legs. The soft, wooden exterior was starting to melt away, their molecules being released out into the acidic broth as nothing but mere goop. The poor doctor winced. He could indeed sense the irony, and the irony absolutely was not pleasing him. Knowing that now, it was only a matter of time before all which remained of his flesh and blood body was to meet the same fate, he grimaced. Half of himself was already six feet under. Perhaps, now was the time for the formerly separated two halves of himself to at last meet back up.

Back on the outside, Wolfgang at this point had rolled himself over onto his side, and was currently making use of his front paws to knead and glomp over the slightly bulging belly that protruded from his middle. The area was rising and falling at a gentle, consistent pace, as the evilized wolf casually rubbed his pads around its form. There were a few audible groans and grumbles that would occasionally echo around the cave, as Wolfgang gave a sigh whilst slowly closing his eyes. When he opened them up again, however, instead of bearing the now expected presence of pleasure and relaxation, they instead bore the perhaps completely opposite presence that was, deep thought and seriousness.

He absolutely knew that victory was in his paws, that much was absolutely true, and yet, he also knew that Dr. Krankcase down inside of him was indeed smart enough to be able to delay this victory until backup inevitably came. Yes, he wouldn’t be able to keep his biological body above the acid line very easily after his wooden legs ceased to function, but it could definitely still be done, and figuring out how to do such things on the fly was, in fact, one of the reasons the doctor was such a valuable asset to the Doomraiders back when they were a cohesive team, and now that very same ability, provided Wolfgang couldn’t find a way to counter it, was to be used back towards the cause of the Skylanders, and against the wishes of the one who had evilized him. Wolfgang, in his evilized state, plain and simply, could not have that. As a result, he concluded that he had to bring the doctor somewhere much tighter than his stomach and with barely any room to move around at all. And it would only take a few more seconds of deliberation on Wolfgang’s part before he figured out where, in fact, that place may be.

From his place on the inside, Dr. Krankcase was still desperately attempting to hold it together, staring down in rapidly compounding mortal terror at his rapidly melting legs. Layer upon layer of the tan, wooden material constantly sizzled off, as the poor doctor desperately attempted to maintain his upright position by pushing downwards against the squishy, flexible nature of the walls with his arms. This maneuver ensured that his biological upper half would remain uninjured for as long as he could hold himself to this state. And since he wasn’t making any easily detectable verbal noises nor any sudden movements, Dr. Krankcase, his brain continually rushing with overstimulation, did indeed have a brief, tiny, minute flash of a moment where, for a split, singular instant of time, he almost, almost came to the conclusion that there was a good chance of making it out of here alive. As was rather clearly alluded to, however, this feeling was absolutely not going to last.

The formerly villainous doctor was only able to feel it as a gentle shove against his hands, but ultimately, regardless of the amount of power that the motion was sent out with, the effect was all the same. Far too paralyzed with fear in order to properly respond, the poor man was only able to react once more upon his body giving an instinctive yelp once its biological nerves at last made contact with the acids. Now merely working on his impulses, Dr. Krankcase swiftly shoved both his arms forwards in order to catch his fall, as while said arms and the hands attached to them were covered in leather clothing (his trench coat sleeves and gloves), his face absolutely was not, and though he was forced to grimace a little as the liquids still found a way to seep around those barriers and into the fleshy contents therein, since he hadn’t yet sustained any critical damage, there was still a chance he could haul himself back up into the position he was once in, and maybe, just maybe, the hope for survival would live.

Fiercely grinding his teeth in order to work through the agony as he painstakingly inched his body back over towards the stomach walls, Dr. Krankcase was able to hear some sort of squishy, echoing noise resonating throughout the chamber, but merely brushed it off in favor of focusing more on survival. It was only until the moment that he realized there was currently some sort of active waterflow as well, did he finally understand that he now had to stop to fully examine the scene.

Sensing himself getting dragged backwards by the current as it hauled his wooden legs further into its grasp, Dr. Krankcase finally had enough incentive to turn his head around in order to clear the mystery that was the current situation, thus leading him to shakily swiveling it around to finally confirm what he had been subconsciously thinking this entire time.

Alas, unfortunately for the poor doctor, upon having done exactly that, his body instantly froze once more. That was indeed the duodenum that Wolfgang had just opened up, and the meticulous evilized wolf was indeed, (perhaps once he had realized that the man inside of him wasn’t screaming or resisting at all), rather intent on bringing him deeper in, squelching him into an area where he had absolutely no hope of living, the gigantic canine’s now rather ironically named small intestine.

Dr. Krankcase practically gagged from terror as he desperately, though ultimately vainly, clawed his gloved fingers upon the bottom of Wolfgang’s stomach, in an attempt to maintain a grip, as he only continued to be dragged downwards into the entrance of the dark purple intestine, the perhaps one single area in the entirely of Wolfgang’s digestive system that pretty much guaranteed he would not be getting out alive upon entiering within, regardless entirely of how hard the poor doctor proceeded to struggle.

Quite sadly for the doctor, however, as he was only further and further tugged back, the harder and harder it became for him to resist the flow. Seeing his very last attempt to maintain a grasp on the stomach’s floor being released right before his very eyes, his fingers still being held in a gripping position despite all of his efforts having been in vain, Dr. Krankcase was barely even given time to take in a deep breath, perhaps the final bit of oxygen the poor man was going to get in the totality of his life, before he was, at long, long last, fully sucked within, the entrance to the duodenum closing itself in upon sensing the entrance of its prey, whilst the now extremely satisfied evilized Wolfgang on the outside gave a few self-approving nods, knowing very well that, unless something unpredictable went horribly, horribly wrong for him, his ultimate victory above his former villainous partner was all but guaranteed.

****

Now that his body was fully submerged inside the acids, Dr. Krankcase’s plight for survival had all but moved from “attempting to keep himself above said acids” to “attempting to keep himself awake”, for he knew that if he managed to succumb to the ever-present singeing torment constantly being endured upon his body, he was, by all reasonable probability, never to wake up inside his dorm room designated specifically for him within the beloved walls of the one and only Skylander Academy ever again.

Not daring to open his eyes as that would most likely just result in his corneas getting burned off, the poor, suffering man instead focused all available resources on his brain, doing his very, very best to block out any and all signals of pain that his nerves shot straight to the organ, as well as all the equally agonizing screeches coming deep from his chest that urged him to take in a deep breath. As a result, though he certainly knew that the process of digestion was happening to him all around his form, he was, perhaps quite thankfully, unable to see it, and, if he managed to keep his resilience up, feel it. Though of course, if the current situation only continued as it was, pretty soon, he was of course, never going to feel anything, much less the stinging burns of the acids all around him, ever again.

Within the outside of his self-limited perception, then, the acids toiled in joy. Swishing their way around the man’s thick, leathery trench coat, and tricking their way down into his gloves, the epidermis of the poor doctor began to rapidly sizzle away, as the cellular goop swirled out into the acidic, deathly broth and subsequently homogenized into a shushing cellular goop, not that far off from the distinctive glowing green goop that the man himself used in most of his attacks, in fact. If only Dr. Krankcase was even able to sense the irony, as his consciousness continually wavered, dangling seemingly by a single, remaining, easily snappable twig that was the poor man’s sanity.

Meanwhile, in the part of his body that, could he feel it, would have probably added so much to his current pain that the moment the dermis was pierced he would have passed out instantly, the acids had done absolutely nothing short of a remarkably good work in dissolving down the wooden legs as well. At this point, the wood had been completely grinded away in some areas as the mechanics inside were finally exposed to the slush. Naturally folding in on themselves as the electronics holding them in the “standing” position the man had been utilizing back in the stomach were finally fried away, a similar excursion of the doctor’s biological flesh was only continuing forth as, at last, at the inevitable, oncoming moment that Dr. Krankcase knew deep down was to happen at practically any second, finally came over him at last. The acids breached his blood vessels.

Barely any of the sweet, crimson liquids at all had spilled out into the great, evilized wolf’s small intestine before Dr. Krankcase’s brain, having held out for so, so long, ceased to properly function. All of those previously blocked-out nerve signals had finally breached into his mind. It was all over. There was nothing that could be done. As the numerous, softly swaying villi casually soaked up all of the delicious, nutrient soup wading about in their presence, the villain turned reformed Skylander Dr. Krankcase was only squelched deeper into Wolfgang’s small intestine, where, as had been the predicted outcome by the poor doctor merely the second he had been swallowed down into the throat, unless the Skylands’ gods decided to smile down on him today, and grant him a second chance at life, this was at last the end. And as Dr. Krankcase was not the one to regularly consider such miraculous activity when weighing the likely outcome of an event, it did indeed seem, in that very moment, that the poor man’s prediction had indeed been correct.

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The Report Card – Fantasy High: The Seven Ep 1

Meet the Maidens

It is back to school baby, both for D20 and, funnily enough, myself as well (something I hope will give me more time to get the recaps out in a timely manner fingers crossed). 

As I’m sure you all know if you’re reading this, this season of D20 takes place in the world of Fantasy High but with a focus on Aguefort’s OTHER most badass adventuring party who we’ve so far only seen on the sidelines, the Seven Maidens! You’ll recall, they’re made up of the seven girls who were captured by Penelope and co. to fulfill the prophecy that would let Kalvaxus rule the world freshman year. And, in fact, we start with a flashback to freshman year so let’s just jump right in.

We find our seven soon-to-be heroines chained in the Red Waste in front of what we know and they will shortly learn in Kalvaxus’ lair--a crucial part of the prophecy that was the subject of season 1. The structure of this episode is sort of like 2 rounds of introductions--first here with the maidens meeting each other for the first time and then again at home with their families a la the first episode of Freshman Year so I’ll be glossing over certain things that we’ll get to later in their second intros.

Anyway, the first two to wake up are Danielle (aka Yelle: half-elf, druid) and Zelda (satyr, barbarian as we know). Zelda is her usual, adorably nervous self in contrast to Yelle who is no less sweet but in a super chill, granola girl, fuck the system kind of way. We actually learn that Penelope had her on board with the plan for a hot second when she thought it was just “overthrow the government” but didn’t know about the “install a just as bad if not worse evil dragon overlord” part. 

Ostentatia (dwarf, cleric) wakes up next and is, as Izzy--her player--describes her “Jersey Trash.”, all blinged up with jewelry that she secretly made herself and didn’t buy. She wakes up pissed and ready to bodyslam Aelwyn which are both extremely valid emotions as much as I love Aelwyn. By the way, all of the girls recognize each other as girls who go to their school but none of them are really friends though they very quickly start throwing the label around because that’s what you do when you wake up chained with 6 other people in front of a dragon’s lair in a place called the Red Waste. 

Katja (half-orc, fighter) wakes up and immediately cares about nothing more than the status of her beloved horse, Cinnamon and declares that if Cinnamon dies, she’ll die. This is a fantasy world so Ostentatia and Danielle are a little concerned that might literally be true via a soul bond or something but it’s more that Katja just really, really loves that horse. Danielle tries to cast a spell to locate the horse but can’t get the somatic components quite right with her hands manacled. 

They all get into a discussion about the fact that everyone for a fact knows they’re all virgins now (you know, the real issue here) and what exactly counts as “virginity” for the purposes of this prophecy (like, does second or third base count or only traditional home runs using the baseball analogy) when Penny wakes up and is, just so excited to be here gang! Penny (halfling, rogue), who is one of the girls who has been kidnapped the longest, is adorably and honestly a bit concerningly exuberant to be surrounded by all these new friends, totally disregarding  the fact that they are clearly in some deep shit. Zelda mentions that Riz, her old babysitee, knows they’re kidnapped and is trying to help and she lights up. 

Next up is Sam (water genasi, sorc/bard) who immediately starts thrashing to get out of her chains and, when she can’t get free, is devastated by the fact that her ex betrayed her (!?) Finally Antiope (human fighter/ranger) wakes up all out of sorts having started her growth spurt while in the crystal and also having needed to pee right before she went in which becomes a problem all over herself (which Sam helpfully cantrips away).

With all of them awake, the stones they’re chained to light up and some of Kalvaxus’ minions (the ones who tied them up) show up to do minion speechifying. Yelle does a horrifying Animorph style morph into a waterbear (a tardigrade if you wanna get all Bio 101) to get out of her bonds but then Sam who has a serious one track mind re: getting out of here (Correct) and has exactly zero patience for these guys casts Tidal Wave and just knocks them off the cliff. Yelle frees Ostentatia who frees everyone else with Animate Object on their chains. Hands free, Yelle also casts Locate Animal and tells a very pleased Katja that Cinnamon is doing a full Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron down the highway searching for her. 

The girls decide to explore the cave which has recently had most of its treasure moved (it’s currently in the gym for the Prompocolypse fight which is currently happening). Penny and Sam (who are in insanely different emotional places) find all these broken mirrors which Sam takes as a cue that they need to GTFO (which is what she was already doing) and Penny thinks would make a great material for friendship bracelet making which she starts doing as Sam physically pulls her away. Sam hears someone doing post-cry sniffles and is like, “Not today Satan,” still trying to leave. However, Penny sees that there is one mirror left and, inside, sees a ethereal looking human with flowing, preternatural, black hair who senses their presence and asks if Penny is someone named Anima. She asks for their names though she declines to give hers (hmm, feels very fae) and the girls give the fake names of Kelly and Cecelia which the figure says she will guard and not misuse. The figure says she is looking for her sisters (who she says when Penny asks are at Aguefort which...hmmmmm) and, all of a sudden, Sam and Penny are having a bad feeling about those mirror shards. 

They ask her a question about the mirror and she gets really aggro when it’s referred to as “her” mirror as she would very much like to be out of it. The woman really wants to get out and says she can give them lots of power if they help. Sam pulls out her compact Mirror of the Past (magic item that does basically what you’d expect--shows you info from something’s past though in a cryptic way usually) to try and get some info on this thing and just barely avoids losing her mind in the process because this thing is ancient. Like eons old. She also learns the woman’s name (or maybe title): The Ending of Things (will be calling her Ending for now).

Yikes!

Right around now the other girls come in and can see at the angle they’re looking at her at the woman in the mirror is Not Really A Person and Antiope points at her and reflexively casts a ranger sense spell to try and clock its weaknesses and stuff but Ending grabs the spell energy like a lasso and tries to drag her into the mirror. She does however find out that she’s stacked with hella resistances (total immunity to necrotic damage and non-maj weapons, resistance to most elemental damage, and more).

Sam briefly considers using Lightning Lure to pull Antiope back before deciding on a much less ouchy Counterspell. Unfortunately, it’s not strong enough and now she’s being pulled in by her spell energy too. Yelle casts Erupting Earth which has some pros and cons.

Pros: Antiope and Sam are saved! Yay!

Cons: The mirror breaks and whatever was in it is fully freed. Not yay!

Shortly after (but not before Penny gives everyone their new friendship bracelets), someone calls into the cave looking for them--it’s Fig’s mom, Sandra-Lynn (with new art)! She’s happy and impressed that everyone is OK (also, Katja and Sam both have little lines that foreshadow their ~parental issues~ for the season--Katja being very moved by the simple act of Sandra-Lynn showing up for them and Sam saying that in her experience moms can be very evil).

As they all leave the cave, they all do checks and get some info:

Ostentatia: The mirror was kinda like a palimpsest (the crystals they were trapped in) and whatever this thing is is ancient and powerful. 

Yelle: Gets the above info and the fact that when the thing left it wasn’t quite a bad vibe, just the vibe that something big and important is at play.

Penny: On an Arcana check she knows that what Danielle did 100% saved Antiope and Sam’s lives from whatever and wherever was on the either side of the mirror but the contact marked them in some way. 

Katja: With History she sees some Primordial writing which is the writing of elementals (one of the things Ending has resistances to which might be relevant; also Sam reads Primordial but doesn’t get to read what it says)

Antiope: She knows that she and Sam are connected to Ending now somehow but it’s a two way connection which means they can also use it to their advantage. 

Ostentatia casts Mending on the mirror shards which I think was to reconstruct the mirror but what it actually does is someone link their friendship bracelets. Cute!

And, with that, we cut to the present a year and a half later (which is Jr or Sr year for everyone). 

We hop from kid to kid as they get ready to head in to school and get glimpses into their homes lives! Let’s do a quick rundown for each girl:

Antiope Jones

We see that Antiope is the youngest of five in what is essentially a military family full of basically every kind of fighter (she says she basically lives in a “Crossfit box”). There’s an 8 year gap between her and her sister Corsica who is the second youngest so her parents are kind of already living like empty nesters. When she comes downstairs she is promptly handed a protein smoothie and told two pieces of info: (1) from Corsica she learns that she overheard at school --where she teaches--that Aguefort needs to talk to her for some reason but she won’t say why which annoys the crap out of Antiope and (2) her parents lined up an internship for her at the Ministry of Adventure. She and her mom verbally spar a bit about them being all up in her life and how stressed she is and how she likes what she has going now with the Seven but her mom wins ofc because she’s a Mom and also a master tactician with a deft hand for loving mom guilt. On the way to school her bros (who include a gunslinger and an eldritch knight cause they run the whole gamut of fighter classes) Facetime her like, “Yikes Ant, heard about what happened with Mom, this is why you don’t fight her lmao.”

Sam Nightingale

This is a heavy one so strap in. 

We check in with Sam who isn’t at her own family’s home but at Penelope’s family home which is off the bat eyebrow raising. It’s an upper middle class house and, on the way down, she has to pass Penelope’s bedroom which is conspicuously empty. Downstairs she’s greeted by Penelope’s human mom Rebecca who she learns is moving out soon because her elf husband is both cheating on her while away in Falinel and starting the divorce process. Sam clearly sees Penelope’s mom as a surrogate mom (for reasons we’ll learn in a second) and goes full ride or die assuring her that her ass is better than the ass of the woman he’s cheating with and offering to help burn his stuff even though drowning is more her specialty (she’s so cool). She also is a little stricken at the thought of Rebecca leaving her in the house alone but Rebecca says she can come with if she wants, she just didn’t want to disrupt her school life.

She also tells Rebecca that her bio-mom called recently which immediately sets Sam off. Through the convo we learn a couple of things:

Sam used to be an actor it seems.

And it seems like she was kicked out of the house after she transitioned or something similar which is why she lives with the Everpetals. 

Now that it’s more “fashionable” to to be trans (her mom’s words, not mine) she wants Sam to talk to her so they can get her back in the game.

Sam is having none of that and tells Rebecca to just delete her mom’s number. Then they have a cathartic session of burning her cheating husband’s shit before Sam leaves in Sebastian--her sentient, seafoam blue, self-driving car with a very hot male voice which I am extremely jealous of. She picks up Zelda on the way to school and they commiserate a little and have a heart to heart about adults and change and how much Zelda wants to body slam Sam’s mom. 

Penny Luckstone 

Penny’s house is a whirlwind of activity and her harried parents get her and her 19 young siblings ready for school (no wonder she’s such a good babysitter). We see where Penny gets her type-A ness from as her mom and dad both have this cheerful but overworked energy of “EVERYTHING IS FINE” like that Good Place sign. Her mom spares a second to tell her that she recently got a letter for The Society of Shadows which is like a super secret rogue college (which her parents assume is legit even though they haven’t heard of it cause they’re Mumple people and also, if you've heard of a rogue school, how good could it really be?) Penny is excited except that it would mean she’d have to move and leave her party. Her mom is like “hey it’s a full ride and there are 20 of you guys so just take that into consideration but it’s ultimately your decision” before she dashes away to get to work because it is always Go Go Go with the Luckstones. She texts Sam for a ride and Sam swings by to grab her. This is not plot relevant but she has a booster seat in the back of Sebastian with her name carved into it and it’s important to me that you know that. 

Katja Cleaver

Next up is Katja who lives in a Richie Rich style mansion and comes from very old money as she is descended from one of the first adventurers in Solace. She is in the barn with Cinnamon and the bugbear farrier they have employed (her name is Gertrude and a farrier is someone who does horseshoes). She eats the same breakfast as Cinnamon (hot dry oats and berries baybee) wo she loves so so dearly. Cinnamon is a magical horse--basically like a Find Steed spell that’s on all the time. She’s modeled the horse in her fave book series--the Babysitter’s Horse of course. Lockwood, the staff’s hobgoblin butler, is also there and they get a fantasy Zoom call from Katja’s dad who is in the middle of the insane 20th level adventurer stuff which he says might make him miss her graduation. She is extremely disappointed but just barely hides it from her dad (who seems to really care despite his not being around). She can’t hide it from the staff or Cinnamon however and Cinnamon offers to give her a ride to school via the scenic route. 

Note: We also learn two sad facts about Katja from the conversation with her dad.

Her mother is Disney Princess dead* and

She wears one half of a friendship necklace and it seems like she’s waiting for someone to give the other half to. It’s implied earlier that the way Penelope got her was by promising to be her best friend. Sad!

*Edit: Well, she’s gone and we’ll leave it at that until next recap. 

Ostentatia Wallace

Ostentatia wakes up and goes downstairs to have a very high energy in both directions interaction with her very fantasy-Italian mom and grandma. Her grandma is concerned her beard isn’t coming in--not knowing she shaves it on purpose which her mom is like, “Listen it’s fine but don’t tell grandma it’ll kill her.” She clocks very quickly that her dad isn’t there and his mithril working tools are gone. Her mom tries to play it off but she knows she’s being lied to and her mom relents. Her dad is at a meeting with the other workers of the shut down mithril factory and negotiations have ceased. It looks like he’s gonna be long term out of work. That explains where her dad is but not why the tools are missing. She decides to go do some investigating on her own and ambushes her dad in his car where, with the inaugural nat 20 of the season, she realizes he pawned his tools to get her 5 revivify diamonds. She's upset by this and he’s upset that she’s, in his eyes, questioning his ability to take care of his family. She’s like, alright, you did a thing for me, I’ll do a thing for you and she casts Animate Object to make his stuff steal itself back in a sequence that involves an animated crowbar using another crowbar which is just wild.

Danielle Barkstock

I’m gonna be real, Danielle’s life is exactly how you assume it is based on Who She Is As A Person so this one will be real short. Eco-friendly off the grid geodesic yurt. One super chill peace and love elf sorc mom and one rough and tough human ranger mom. She also knows and helps the Cubbies with their anarchist machinations because yeah, duh. She gets some messages from school on her crystal--one being a message from the principal saying that she and the rest of her party have first period off to meet with him and the other being a newsletter from the school showing, among other things, a photo of the Druid class doing a project but she’s not in it for some reason. She texts one of the other druids to see if she can figure out why she wasn’t invited but fully gets left on read. Brutal. Of course, she hasn’t messaged that person in 6-8 months so maybe that’s why.

Anyway, with that, all seven of our maidens make it to school and are all exuberant to see each other in a very teen girl way before getting to the principal’s office and learning that their party will be broken up at the year! 

Bad!

Superlatives 

I wanted to do something a little different for these recaps than the Bad Kid ones so instead of Honor Roll/Detention we are doing Superlatives and the inaugural one goes to...

Sam: Most Like To Survive a Horror Movie

Man she woke up chained in a ritual magic circle and she was Ready To Go Immediately. You will not catch this girl doing horror movie victim BS like exploring the spooky house or giving the creepy obvious ghost the time of day. She is hyper-competent and her goal is making it out alive and dragging her friends with her. Love her.  

Random Thoughts

The season immediately starts with a bang or I should say a bing with Izzy trying to say “bling bang” and accidentally saying, “bling bing” and immediately getting roasted by everyone. I love the authentic girl group vibes (which include everyone clowning on her then immediately hyping up Zelda to the max after being way more awkward). 

Handshake meme with Danielle and Moonshine from Naddpod. Also, Cinnamon and Horse from Centaurworld. 

I love that Rekha and Erika just straight up were like, “Our characters are Asian”. Like obviously, make your characters Asian coded in your fantasy world--all my D&D characters are black like me--but it’s funny that they completely disregarded the, “There’s no Asia in this world so I guess they’re this world’s equivalent to--” Nah just, “I’m a half-elf and I’m Asian.” You love to see it. 

I absolutely LOVE the choices the cast made to flesh out their characters based on the little info Brennan had about them, none moreso than rich horse girl Katja. Rekha is a genius. 

“I only want one thing and he’s working” KATJAAAAAAA

Man if I was in that flashback I would have been wilding out so much with my flashback plot armor. 

I appreciate that the first thing that Aabria has Antiope do is extremely uncool. I love it when players aren’t concerned about just being cool and on point all the time. Sometimes (read: often) that’s the less interesting choice. 

But on the exact opposite side, she’s a ranger and an arcane archer which I think is extremely cool. Lmao also I didn’t mention in the recap but she HATES dragons now which, understandable. I’m guessing they're her favored enemy. 

I can’t wait to see another group of kids interact w/ madman Aguefort. 

Also, as a known Aelwyn-stan, I am very excited for the possibility of the Seven interacting with her cause as much as I love her they are under no obligation to acknowledge her redemption arc and I would love to see them throw hands. 

I love the Greek myth naming scheme of Antiope’s extremely cool family as with her on the spot nickname “L-Cab” short for long caboose since she’s the youngest by a mile. 

Also this is out of character not in character but Sephie is an extremely cool nickname for Persephone. 

I wonder why Brennan didn’t let Sam read the Primordial in the cave. He just glossed right past her saying that she speaks it and she didn’t push it. Would it have solved his entire plot in the span of a flashback or was he just keeping things moving?

Sidenote, if I was married to an elf man and worried about aging like Rebecca, I would simply become a druid (or a monk or up my wizard levels so I could learn True Polymorph or Wish or something). 

I wonder what the deal with Ending is. She seemed relatively sincere in the mirror but that doesn’t mean anything. She could be sincere and also Very Bad News. 

There is an offhand comment by Brennan about how the dwarf forge god gives spells but doesn’t talk to his followers which I think means that Ostentatia is gonna be getting a direct god call soon enough. 

Also she mentions that her dad is doing some criminal activity on the side which seems like a Problem for later. Honestly all of the kids have some pretty rich parent drama happening which should be interesting to see explored. 

No nat 1s this ep and 1 nat 20 as I mention from Ostentatia. 

[mlwritingprompts]

Submitted prompt: Universal Hope.

Here is a google doc link to the full compilation of prompts in this series, since there's apparently too many paragraphs to put in a single tumblr post. (because tumblr insists on making this site worse rather than better lol...) You can download the file as a word document, PDF, or epub. If you download it as an epub, you can then transfer it to your phone to read in any reading app like an ebook!

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And finally, here it is. The finale of my "Universal" series AU. (though maybe if Fluff helped me time-travel, I can give it for free it as an original plot long before this show's idea even came to existence lol, at least that would make a good show if given a budget)

Also, two other nonbinary characters makes an appearance (although admittedly very shortly):

Luue, kwami of Impossibility and uses the pronouns mi/mir/mirs/mirself.

And Elise, a teacher, pronouns are ce/cer/cers/cerself. Would have given cer a more prominent role, but sadly I only thought of cer only at the end of the AU and I don't have energy or ideas to make an omake or another story about Elise :(

I mean, one can make an omake or a side-story where Elise interacts with Adrien, Chloe, and the rest of the class in a helathy and positive manner and helps them through their teenage years and encourages them to discover themselves and unleash their creativity in a helpful way. Maybe even helping some of the students with their problems and help them enforcing their boundaries and curbing any harmful behaviour and spreading positivity, thus showing why Elise decided to be a teacher because ce has compassion and morals and wants to teach the younger generation the same positive morals and foster compassion and respect into them, also showing why ce was also respected and loved by cer students and collegues. (I gave an idea that can be made into a whole story, yay! :))

(But who would like to read that? /sarcasm.)

(But seriously, if someone can, do so if you want. I can't write this since it's too out of my experience and I fear I will mess it up. So there, have fun writing if you want :))

So, I guess, you can treat cer character as a gift to use in your original stories or fanfics??? I am not sure about this approach really.

Now Tikki, stop breaking the 4th wall and giving me ideas while I am simply watching completely unrelated videos please I can't do more than this for the AU.

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Natasi walked alongside loc friend, enjoying the sunny day.

Just a moment of calmness, as both decided to have fun by touring the city of Paris another time.

It had been a month after Cosmic Actress had told the heroes of the current timeline about the state of the universe, and both friends felt that a vacation is very much needed at this point.

Nothing to let one relax more than having fun with friends.

"You are sure to let them deal with the end of the cosmos?" Natasi asked loc friend as both ate some icecream.

"Yes. We've tried for so long. And you know how that ended. Maybe we should take a page from media entertainment and 'let the new generation deal with it'. Who knows, maybe this is what the universe needs at this point." 

Nix smiled jokingly. Something reciprocated by loc. Neither really had any real hope that the heroes can fix this, but sometimes, even an amateur can do something so unexpected it might work.

Little did the duo know, that nix telling the group had far reaching consequences.

Neither did the two expect just how this broken shell of a universe will act.

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In a domain devoid of concepts, The Nothingness shrieked with a wail that no mortal should be allowed to hear.

Its powers, the power to delete any concept.

They were now being hampered, as the essences of concepts it had absorbed for eons started rebelling.

The essences of the cosmos somehow attacking it from the inside, harming it.

How!? How did this happen!?

Even in the many time resets these two brats had done, it had never felt this much pain!

In fact, this was the first time it had felt pain at all!

It extended its senses, searching and trying to locate what had happened.

And it had found the source via using a tiny fragment of Time essence it had absorbed long before.

It watched as Cosmic Actress spoke to the heroes, telling them about the dangers, the cracks in the cosmos. And how their existence will cause the end of the cosmos.

The brat was right, The Nothingness admitted to itself. The only thing strange was that the Akuma did not truly realize that the Nothingness was a conscious entity. Or maybe nix did, but did not think it was important?

No matter.

As it kept watching the past, it had watched as the cosmos, the weak and broken shell of it, started to change and warp.

As Cosmic Actress was talking, the concepts were already twisting, somehow augmenting themselves...

And attaching themselves to the so-called heroes.

As if giving them power. Favouritism. Protagonist status. Or whatever Cosmic Actress had called the damn thing.

And at the same time, other areas of the universe were somehow becoming more and more hectic, as if preparing for a battle for survival.

Survival and annihilating the enemy.

It. The enemy...

The Nothingness felt a new emotion, an emotion so foreign yet so fitting.

Wrath.

Wrath at the universe.

Did the damn thing believe that because the Nothingness was content with being suppressed once, it would allow that to happen once more!?

Unacceptable!

It needs to stop this madness.

And get back the Solitude and Silence it so desired... 

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Chloe had to admit that she had seen better days as she awoke with difficulty.

Ever since Cosmic Actress gave her and the rest of the heroes the news about the big disaster the cosmos was facing, and the fact that Tikki, her friend, was a slave, she could barely get a good sleep.

The rest of the heroes were the same, and no one knew how to even start to fix this mess, even now.

They couldn't just shatter the Miraculouses, because it would only result with them going back to where they started.

Shaking off the dizziness, Chloe walked the exhausting distance to her school, her teammates meeting her along the way. All of them clearly tired as well as the kwami.

"Not a good night's sleep as well?" Kagami asked, hints of exhaustion still in her tone.

She also couldn't sleep very well.

The whole group resisted the urge to sigh and walked to the school.

Chloe hoped that the lessons she will be having today will put her mind off from the reality of their predicament, for a moment at least.

Entering the class, the teacher, Cie. Elise was already there.

Ce greeted Chloe and her friends as ce waited for the clock to hit 8:00. 

Chloe relaxed a little as the lesson started, and she focused as Cie. Elise was explaining the subject of today.

'Maybe today I can enjoy myself for a while.' she says to herself, feeling as Tikki was besides her.

The class ended up quickly, and Chloe found herself taking the break with Alya as both sat together talking about whatever they felt like it.

"At least, we can give our assignments on time since there's no more Amoks and Akumas/Champions to deal with right now." Chloe says jokingly as both take a laugh.

－Only for them to hear the sounds of screaming, and instinctively looking at the source of the noise, hoping it was just students playing a prank－

And they saw as the school's upper part was being swallowed by a black sphere.

"What!? Didn't Cosmic Actress say that nix will not attack anymore!?" Alya shouted in shock before the two transformed, meeting their teammates as the group looked at the black sphere, a sensation of dread and confusion seeping into their minds as they watched as the sphere stopped growing, and an unearthly scream resounded.

It was only thanks to their defensive suits that they were not knocked out right away from the force, as the air vibrated, and the ground shattered in front of them.

And under their watch, the sphere shrunk, taking on a humanoid figure made of pitch black darkness with no eyes or mouth, but regardless, all of them felt how the being was looking at them with a soul-piercing gaze.

"Welcome... Humans..." The being spoke, its words this time feeling more human-

No, its words were more comprehensible for the mortals in general. Its words no longer destroy things just by uttering them.

"I guess... this is how to communicate with you...? Fascinating! This sure is... interesting..." It ignored them for few seconds as they got their bearings, more focused on being impressed by being able to speak to normal humans, mere mortals as far as it was concerned.

"Ah... I guess... An introduction is in order?" Its "head" tilts as if giving a questioning look before straighening up. "I am... Well, I don't have any name, really. But these two brats called me the Nothingness. I guess I will take that name for myself for now. You shall call me that as well."

The now officially named Nothingness stated in confidence as it raised an "arm".

"And you are standing in the way of me and my home. Disappear."

With that, a world where concepts were absorbed and ceased to exist... was made... 

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"Damn it! What's going on now!?" Cosmic Actress swore as nix was wildly flying alongside Natasi.

Both had felt the essence and energy of the universe starting to vanish at an alarming rate.

And they also felt a huge mass of... whatever that Nothingness was... concentrating in the area.

"This is too fast! I thought that this level of cosmic deletion would happen only a millenia later at the very least! Why is it spreading so soon!?" Natasi was also terrified out of loc mind. "Did we do something to speed up the process somehow?"

Cosmic Actress bit nix lip at that.

This shouldn't have happened so soon.

So what did cause this?

"I told the heroes my theory that the world, or at least, the city of Paris, works on the idea that Protagonist-Centered Morality and the Theory of Narrative Causality coexist, and that the messed-up way the concepts work here make that happen. But even that is not enough to explain-" Nix suddenly stopped talking, nix eyes widening.

Nix then gave a small chuckle at the realization of what just happened.

"Cosmic Actress?" Natasi asked nix with worry.

"Oh, nothing surprising. I just realized that my long talk to the heroes might feel like the mentor giving their wisdom to the protagonists while dropping exposition. And you know what trope is the most dangerous to the mentors?"

Loc eyes widened as clo connected the dots.

"Yes, Natasi, we have done our last info-dump, and we have outlived our usefulness, so to speak. And the True Final Boss is approaching." Nix kept smiling for a moment before nix expression turned into irritation and spoke with a furious tone.

"I have told you I am starting to hate Murphy for making that law, didn't I?" 

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"Well, I have to say... I expected better than this."

Nothingness stated as it looked at the current state of the heroes.

All looking tired and spent.

The battle could barely be called that, since Nothingness was almost as strong Cosmic Actress from what the heroes can feel, if only in a completely different way.

While Cosmic Actress can be hit by the attacks they made against nix and be affected, even for only a second, The Nothingness did not even bother reacting to their attempts.

As if both were on completely different dimensions.

It could interact with them, but they could not interact with it.

Any attempts they had tried would have ended up in their immediate deletion and absorption by it, had they not honed their skills and insticts from a long year of superheroing, and the fact that their opponent seemed to only know how to fight using overwhelming power and no tactics or plans.

'This is just the same as when we fought Cosmic Actress.' Chloe thought and bit her lips. 'Are we really that pathetic compared to beings like them?'

She wondered what she could do to save the city, but ideas were running out and she couldn’t figure out how to use the Lucky Charm, a strange alien sphere emitting a powerful energy of sorts.

The Nothingness looked at them once more, before the air around it changed, and Chloe for some reason felt that it was 'determinated'.

For what? She didn't know.

"Farewell. World End!"

A wave of nothingness came to existence, expanding rapidly, and the heroes felt it.

The deletion and absorption of the concepts, as the wave rushed at them, about to-

"Leave them alone!"

A voice they had not heard for a month exclaimed angrily, as a large amount of energy was being created, stopping the march of the nothingness and overpowering it.

Cosmic Actress and Natasi landed gracefully on the ground, and with a wave of nix hands, white butterflies emerged from Cosmic Actress’ palms, latching into the heroes.

"Heroes, we don't have much time! I will boost your powers! Accept this!"

They took a second looking in shock at nix and loc presences.

"Just do what I say!" Cosmic Actress barked.

They immediately nodded at nix yell, feeling the urgency of the situation, no more time for them to waste.

Energy flowed from their new forms as all of them felt the connection to their kwami' concepts sharpen and expand immensely.

The Nothingness looked at Cosmic Actress and Natasi with what seemed to be annoyance. 

"Ah, you two finally appeared. You two are becoming really annoying, you know that?"

The group took a guarded position.

"Just what are you? How can you exist?" Natasi asked it, feeling unnerved by its presence.

The Nothingness tilted it's "head" questioningly as if it was confused as well. "Me? Honestly, I don't have an actual name, but you shall call me the Nothingness, like you had called me before. And about being able to exist?"

It made a shrugging motion. "I don't know, but I... existed... long before your cosmos came to be. And now, I want my sweet silence and solitude back. And you are in the way!"

With that, it struck once more, a blast of void unleashed.

The group evaded and jumped, watching as the attack hit the ground, corrupting it with the essence of the Nothingness.

"So this is the being that started the deletion of the cosmos, just how can we defeat it?" Adrien asked, and Cosmic Actress didn't feel like correcting him on the fact that the Order of Guardians were the ones that started the whole mess first right now.

But he was correct, how can they defeat it?

They must do that, but...

Easier said than done.

None of their attacks managed to reach it, but it could attack them just fine, only failing due to its lack of experience.

After avoiding another blast of void, the group made contact with the ground once more.

"Chloe! Did your Lucky Charm give you anything that might help?" Natasi asked, still focusing loc eyes at the enemy.

Chloe shook her head and showed loc the strange ball. "No. I only got this sphere, it is pulsing with some sort of energy, but I couldn-"

Chloe's voice cut off as her instincts flared as she looked at the ball, then at Natasi and Cosmic Actress.

"Oh! I think I got it!" She exclaimed.

Nix and nix friend had already realized it as well the moment their eyes landed on the sphere.

Chloe immediately threw the sphere towards the duo, who immediately created a butterfly and a feather using Duusuu and Nooroo's energy, as the Nothingness felt something wrong it had never felt before.

Danger.

It didn't know how or why it felt that way, but it felt that sensation all the same.

That sphere! It is dangerous for it's existence!

It moved to attack and stop them-

But it could not reach in time.

The feather fused with the sphere, the energy inside it mixing with the fragment of Duusuu's power.

And creating a new being.

The being rapidly took a shape and size very familiar to the heroes.

A shape and size the kwamis have.

A blast of concepts overpowered the Nothingness' attack for a moment, just enough for Nooroo's power to make contact with the new being.

The energy intensified, stabilizing, becoming denser and more potent.

"NO!" The Nothingness screamed as it pushed through, directing an attack towards the heroes and the new being.

'Don't have enough time!' Cosmic Actress swore in nix mind, moving to take the hit in place of the group-

And an eye opened.

The Nothingness made contact-

And Cosmic Actress was still there.

Nix was not absorbed.

Nix eyes widened in shock at the surprise of nix survival.

"You can't delete nix." A foreign new voice resounded, not high or low, but somewhere in the middle. Perfectly gender-neutral.

Nix looked from the edges of nix eyes, and saw the new being.

Mi was... well, no one could describe mir as mi looked completely different than any lifeform to compare to, but mi had three eyes, all of them having a color that humans should not be allowed to see.

Luue, everyone felt in their hearts, was mir name.

"Indeed, you can't delete anyone here, Nothingness." Mi spoke with a passionate yet cold tone towards it. "I am Luue, the embodiment of Impossibility! From now on, you will not be able to delete this cosmos!"

A powerful wave of energy spread from Luue's body, harming and weakening the Nothingness, causing the essences of the concepts it had absorbed to slowly rampage inside its body, while empowering the rest even more.

The Nothingness felt like screaming in rage, but then Cosmic Actress punched it in the face, causing it to stumble, clutching its head from the sensation of pain.

"How!?" The Nothingness' scream was left unanswered as the heroes finally started fighting back, actually managing to harm it this time.

"We can reach it!"

"Keep going!"

"Fight!"

As they attacked, yelling with confidence, The Nothingness could only scream in pain and anger.

‘How!? How can they harm it!? It had existed for so long! It was the antithesis of everything they are made of! So how can they still pull out so much power against it!?’

A wave of nausea suddenly hit it, as the energy of the concepts it had absorbed, started to leak from it's body, weakening it further.

Luue, Cosmic Actress and Natasi took this chance, and rushed towards it.

It desperately targeted Luue, who phased through the attack and entered its body, a butterfly and a feather made by nix and loc in mir hands, and from the inside, the butterfly and feather resonated with the locked essences of the concepts, ravaging the Nothingness from the inside.

It screamed in pain as the concepts fully and violently forced their way out, and its body slowly collapsing on itself.

Cosmic Actress looked at it, an Oblivion Orb in hand, and an angry resolute expression in nix face.

"Return to whence you came from! Nothingness!" The orb hit it directly, and it was forcefully thrown into the ground, cracking it.

"Ughh..." The Nothingness tried to stand, only for its body to drop. Exhaustion seeping into its being in a way it had never felt before.

It tried to force more power into its body, only for its hands to dissolve.

Chloe and the rest watched in alarm, wondering if it will regenerate.

It, on the other hand, looked at its hand that was slowly disintegrating, the feeling of pain slowly numbing.

In what qualifies as its mind, another feeling was starting to appear even as it became unable to feel it's body.

"I'm... Dying...?"

It asked, feeling confused, yet feeling certain that death would likely feel like that.

"I'm dying... What is dying...?"

Its whole body slowly started to disintegrate, the feeling of numbness intensifying as it became more and more unable to think.

"Thinking... is too bothersome... Living... is... too... bothersome..."

With such words, it completely disappeared, feeling nothing as it breathed it's last breath.

The group stood there, looking at where it once was, and only when they realized that it was gone, with Luue explicitly stating that, did they finally breathe in relief, as Nino and the rest of the heroes detransformed with a sigh. "Finally! We defeated it!"

Cosmic Actress breathed with relief as well along with Natasi.

Slowly, the group started to relax and smile.

Luue meanwhile, raised mir hands, and a sphere of energy came to existence.

An energy of the same type of that the Nothingness was using.

The group looked at mir, wondering what mi will do with that orb of nothingness.

Mi saw their questioning looks and gave them the answer with a smile.

"Well, you might not know this, but even defeating it and disintegrating its body, The Nothingness will not die. Currently, it is in a state different than being alive or being dead. It is neither asleep or awake. It just still is. But it now, with its energy in my grasp, it will never be able to escape again. It will stay in a prison of its own making. A silence and solitude it always desired." Mi explained to the group that was listening intently.

"Also, even if it is no longer free to cause havoc in the cosmos, you still can't just fix the damage or free the miraculouses right away. Instead..."

Everyone held their breaths in anticipation.

"You should use a portion of this energy, to substitute and help fix the damage. This energy. This nothingness. It works as an antithesis to the laws of the cosmos. If we use it right, we can convince the cosmos to be lenient, and allow the kwami to be freed without the reality morphing again."

Cosmic Actress could not hide nix smile at the news.

Finally, after so long...

The kwami will be truly free...

Nix was surprised then when Luue looked at nix and Natasi.

"This also allows us to help you two, too. We can help Marinette."

Nix covered nix mouth with a hand, emotions rapidly forcing themselves inside nix.

"Help... Marinette...?" Natasi asked, feeling like crying from happiness clockself.

Luue smiled at the two.

"Yes, no longer will Marinette be forced to bear the fate of the world due to the broken will of the universe. And you two as well."

Cosmic Actress fell on nix knees, eyes tearing up from happiness, along with Natasi. "Is that it? Really? After living for so long, trying to acheive a goal we thought it was impossible... Is that it? Are we truly done?" Nix sobbed from happiness.

After so long, nix and loc were free.

No longer will they keep seeing the cosmos repeatedly destroyed. No longer will they suffer living for so long with no end in sight, all their attempts to fix things destroyed.

Finally, this long seemingly-hopeless journey had ended.

The kids felt themselves tearing up at the sight, as the other kwami flew towards Luue.

Luue gave the duo a last smile.

"Farewell, it was really nice to meet you! My brethren! Let's do it!"

The kwami enthusiast smiled as they put their hands and mir hand together, their energy and the power of Nothingness harmonizing, as the reality shuddered. 

The miraculouses started to shatter, turning to dust, but the kwami were still there, they are no longer bound by their previous constraints.

They are no longer a fragment of a concept, they are now truly the embodiments of them. No longer needing to be bound to an object.

Large orbs of energy came out from Cosmic Actress and Natasi's bodies, turning into Nooroo and Duusuu, who gave the duo a thanks and a hug before joining the rest of the kwami.

Reality was then covered with light, and as it slowly disappeared, Chloe saw that the Akuma and Amok are no longer there.

"They're fine. They just were given their own happiness. Along with Marinette." Tikki answered the unspoken question.

Alya hoped things will go well for them.

====================

Marinette found herself standing awake in confusion as she could not remember what happened.

Looking around, she saw that she was in a strange place, everywhere she looked, only white could be seen. Neither could she see an ending to it.

As she kept looking around, she suddenly heard a voice that caused her to jump a little.

"Hello, Marinette."

She looked towards the source of the voice and found two people.

One of them had a circle with roman numerals behind loc.

'Loc?' Marinette thought, still confused.

Somehow, she knew that the one with the circle used the pronouns clo/loc/locs/clockself, while the other used nix/nix/nix/nixself.

But she didn't have time to ponder that as the two identified themselves:

"I am Cosmic Actress, an Akuma, and this is my friend, Natasi, clo is an Amok." The one without the numbers told her with a happy smile, which was sadly not reciprocated by Marinette even in her confusion.

Marinette immediately took a panicked and guarded stance the moment nix stated their true nature, months if not years of training forcing her to put up her guard. "Akuma!?" She gasped.

"No need to worry! I will help clear your confusion!" Cosmic Actress said.

It took a simple finger snap, and before Marinette could process anything, memories started flooding back.

They filed themselves away in her mind almost instantly, and just a moment, later, all of her memories had returned.

And she looked at the duo in front of her, knowing exactly who they were.

And who they came from.

Her face paled as she remembered her justified fit of rage.

She could remember as Hawkmoth's voice was whispering to her to unleash her hatred and wrath-

'And I failed!'

She felt like crying.

After all that effort, it all ended up thrown away.

She became a prey for the villains.

All of that...

'Because I could not con-!'

"And it is not your fault for not controlling how you feel, Marinette. And it isn't your fault for having negative emotions." Natasi cut off her depressing thought immediately, causing her to look in befuddlement, her eyes almost tearing up. "I said, that it is never your fault for having negative emotions. It never was." Natasi said in a soft tone.

Marinette stepped back in fear, not from them, but from what they were telling her.

"N- No! It is my fault! Because of that I was-!" Her words were cut off with a sob, as the reality of the situation asserted itself. "I was Akumatized... I failed in my duty! I couldn't protect my friends or family!"

For a moment, the only voice heard was the sound of her sobbing, before Cosmic Actress spoke with a soft yet serious tone.

"And what's wrong with having negative emotions?"

The phrase hit Marinette like a train, but she couldn't muster a response before nix started speaking up again, slowly approaching her.

"What is wrong with feeling rage? What is wrong with feeling hate? What is wrong with feeling the desire to stop people from abusing you? What is wrong with wanting people to respect your boundaries? What is wrong with wanting people to not harass you? What is wrong with wishing to cry without the fear of being controlled. Tell me Marinette. What is wrong with that?"

Each question made Marinette feel like a blow, not because they were wrong, but because they were so close to home she couldn't find any other way to react.

She knows deep in her heart that she thought of that. Many nights and days, did she feel like crying at the unfairness of it all. She hated being unable to stop Chloe from bullying and hurting her. She hated being unable to stop Chat Noir from harassing her. She hated Hawkmoth for stripping any ability to vent these emotions from her.

She hated it so much-!

But she bottled these feelings down.

Because it's what her duty had forced on her.

The duty that was also forced on her without a choice.

And all these thoughts, they are being told to her face.

With no way to deflect.

By her own Akuma.

It is too much.

"it was never your fault, Marinette. You know it in your heart. Just like it was never your responsibility to deal with Chloe's abusive behavior, and Chat Noir’s entitlement to your body and affection. Even dealing with Hawkmoth, was a job forced on you by a neglectful guy who ran away the moment danger knocked on his doors. It was never your fault and I can't stress this enough." Cosmic Actress shook nix head before gently smiling. "But you don't need to fear them anymore. They will no longer bind you anymore."

Marinette's body stopped shaking for a moment, tears still flowing from her face. "What do you mean by that?"

"They are all dead. In your reality. But it doesn't really matter anymore. You are no longer cursed to be everyone's problem fixer, Marinette. Don't you want to live it? A life without having to invalidate your own feelings for the sake of people who hurt you?" Natasi told her with a soft smile.

Marinette had stopped crying, she can't feel the energy to do so any more.

She had vented a lot of her emotions when she did.

Her body shook, before she looked at them, her face for the first time giving the impression of a smile.

"And how can I trust you two?"

The duo smiled at that. "Because we are you, Marinette. We are your own feelings made manifest." They said in sync.

A warm light blue glow started to shine as Cosmic Actress spoke, still looking at her. "I know that you are scared. You have trusted people before, only for them to betray you. We understand your fears. But please. Find it in your heart to trust us. Trust your own emotions just this once."

The light intensifies, but Marinette could only feel warm, like a kid protected by their parent.

"Please believe in a better future. Hope for a better future!"

What happened next was purely instinct.

Marinette felt herself warming, smiling as she grasped the light, and the entire dimension glowed as well.

She felt that she did the correct thing.

She saw Cosmic Actress and Natasi smiling, waving at her.

"Nice to be your friend, Marinette. We will meet later!"

With that farewell, Marinette happily accepted her new reality, as everything became blue.

===================

A girl wakes up as the alarm clock rings.

She shuts it down, yawning, before going downstairs to get her breakfast.

"Good morning, Marinette!"

She turns around, and saw her siblings giving her a bright smile.

"Good morning, Cosmic Actress, Natasi! Today is pretty, isn't it?"

Natasi, her youngest sibling, smiles at her enthusiasm. "Indeed, shame it's the day we get back to school though~!"

Clo pouts jokingly at that, with Marinette and Cosmic Actress give a light-hearted laugh at that.

"Now, come on, let's go get ready!" Marinette insists.

They gather their school supplies, and together three went downstairs, seeing Tom and Sabine who greeted them with a hug and a smile. "Are you three prepared for school?"

Three enthusiastic nods was the answer Sabine got.

But before they left, Marinette had one thing to announce. It was something...well, something zu had been thinking about for a while. But now, standing in the bakery with zek siblings and parents, everything so perfect even the thought of a new school year couldn’t ruin it, zu was done thinking about it, zu was ready to announce it. It felt right.

It was funny, how zek youngest siblings had figured this out before zu did. “Everyone,” zu announced, “I’m changing my pronouns. I’m going to use zu/zev/zek/levself pronouns from now on.” Zu hadn’t thought to write them down, since zu hadn’t actually been planning to do this today. But what better time than the present? The best time to make the changes that would make you happy was today. It was never too late. “For now, you can still call me Marinette, I haven’t decided if I want to change it yet.” Zu continued. There were so many fun names to pick from, zu didn’t know where to start.

Zek family was overjoyed, and they all shared a group hug as zek siblings congratulated zev and zek parents told zev how proud of zev they were, and there would definitely be a cake just to celebrate the occasion when zu got home from school.

There wasn’t time to make a pronoun pin or anything, but zu would get to introduce levself to zev classmates in most of zek new classes, so that was okay. Zu would get a chance to explain zek pronouns then, and zu could always write them on paper and tape it to zek shirt or something. Or maybe Mr. Aubert, the art teacher, would be nice enough to give zev a blank pin to write on, the way he had for Cosmic Actress and Natasi when they’d changed their pronouns and names last year.

The trio walked side by side, feeling happiness and curious what this new year will hold for them.

Marinette felt so giddy and content at being with zek siblings.

'I don't know what the future will hold but... I will face it with hope and compassion, alongside Natasi and Cosmic Actress. I promise this!' Zu didn't know where this emotional fire came from, but neither did zu care.

It just felt great to have hope for a better future today. 

====================

HAPPY END.

[bigskydreaming]

Setting up a side blog  at @bigskywritings to have a place to put all my original work, commissioned work, and commissioning guidelines for both fanfic and original work, as well as other services offered like developmental edits, etc.

That’s why I’m going through so many old files, lol. Probably gonna be a lot of posting going on over on that one today. Got a lot to go through, and not to be dramatic on main, but there’ve been enough points over the past several years where I didn’t think I’d ever get a chance to actually do anything with any of this, that tbh, I’d rather just have it out there in some form that can actually be enjoyed by people rather than just sitting in my files. I’ve always been heavy on the world-building, with that usually being considered one of my strengths, that I’ve got a ton of settings that could work for any number of short stories that wouldn’t take anything away from the longer novels or projects I have going for them. 

*Shrugs* Or maybe they’ll just sit there like they do in my files, lol, its honestly not a big deal either way, its just I’d rather err on the side of potential interest these days.

Here’s a snippet set in one of my primary shared universes, something I call the Citadel ‘verse. Basic premise is its a fantasy universe where the universe itself is sentient, but more of a raw, primal sentience than having a fully formed consciousness. But it derives and evolves its own consciousness from the presence of sentient beings, after the first ones evolved on their own without design, and so it knows it wants to be more than it is, but the only way to do that is through sentient beings. So long ago, it shaped the focal point of its power and consciousness into something that would be seen as embodying power to anyone who saw it, and thus the Citadel was made. The Citadel is the universe, the universe is the Citadel. Its all the power of creation, of godhood, contained in one place....but just lacking the will and the imagination to make use of it on its own. For that it needs people, and those people are whomever end up within the walls of the Citadel, claiming the various Rooms and the forces each embody for their own, and in doing so, becoming gods.

But entropy is the natural state of all universes and the one thing the Citadel can’t abide is stagnation, so whenever a god or gods becomes bored or content with whatever they’ve done with that power, whenever they stop creating, changing, manipulating, and just sit back and rest on the fruits of what they’ve already done, the Citadel takes back its power and begins a new cycle of someone new coming across it or seeking it out, and becoming the next god or gods. Some cycles there’s only one occupant of the Citadel, sometimes two or three, sometimes entire pantheons of gods each with their own Room or Rooms, it varies. The last cycle of importance only had one god, and upon his death, the entire First World erupted into war and chaos as people vied to find the Citadel and claim its power. 

Many Rooms were claimed by people whose first acts of godhood were to attempt to seize as many more for themselves as they could, and the whole world was being torn apart and in danger of being destroyed.....so when one of their number, Seshan, finally seized control of the Throne Room, the ultimate seat of power within the Citadel, she sealed each of the other new gods in the Rooms they’d already claimed, and split the Citadel and cast its various pieces to the edges of the universe, where reality was still shapeless and unformed. The exiled gods used this to form new worlds of their own making, via the power of their individual Rooms. And thus their war has continued throughout the eons, as they continue to try and seize control of more and more Rooms and consolidate enough of the Citadel’s power that they can finally force open the doors Seshan locked behind them and challenge her for the Throne Room itself.

(Just FYI, before anyone asks if I’ve read Brandon Sanderson, the answer is yes, I’ve read some of his earlier stuff. This universe was in no way influenced by his work, as I started building this setting back in high school, lol. What I think IS likely is that we were probably both inspired by the same works. I was a big fan of the multi-world nature of The Deathgate Cycle, and I really liked the shared multi-verse setting Michael Moorcock uses for his various protagonists like Elric and Corum, and those and more are pretty clear inspirations, lol. Like....I don’t have an issue with being accused of ripping off someone else, I just want to be accused of ripping off the right people, the people I’m actually ripping off of, loooool).

This particular world, the setting for the snippet below, is one of the worlds created by Pelk the Harper, the god of music (among other things). One of his claimed Rooms is what amounts to a concert hall, and its hidden away on this world, the one he formed from it before moving on to make new worlds. A wide range of cultures and religions formed in his absence, but a common concept many of them circle back to is the idea that all of creation has two parts, existing as both a Shape and a Sound. Some have different names for this, some call it the Shape and the Voice or the Shape and the Song, or Form and Function or Substance and Speech, its defined differently in various parts of the world, but all ultimately contain the idea that there’s a physical component to existence, and a non-physical.

A small percentage of people on this world, usually called something like unbinders, have the ability to find the thread that binds the physical and non-physical aspects of a thing together, and temporarily unweave it, leaving two separated parts. The Shape, which exists unbound as an image without substance, a seeming illusion that has no mass, sound, scent, etc....and the Song, which exists unbound as the essence of a thing, but without form to concentrate it and define it. Once created, its the nature of a created thing to exist as a complete whole, and so being Unbound is an imperfect state of existence. Meaning as soon as an unbinder stops concentrating on keeping the two halves apart, they’ll snap back together and rejoin the way they’re supposed to.

Except centuries ago, people invented devices called mirrorflasks and echo-catchers.....to catch and contain these separated halves of an unbound thing, and keep them separated. Mirrorflasks are glass vials of any size, whose interiors are coated with an alchemical mixture that acts as a mirror that keeps a Shape eternally reflected and never fading, as long as the flask is corked. Echo-catchers are metallic vials whose interiors are coated with a similar mixture, that keeps a Sound or Song eternally echoing and never fading, as long as the stopper is in place. An unbinder is necessary to separate the two halves so they can be caught and contained, but after that, anyone can uncork the containers, the effect is the same no matter the person: the Shape and Sound will immediately rejoin, no matter how physically distant the mirrorflask and echo-catcher are from each other. 

That’s irrelevant, the important part is that both flask and catcher need to be opened, and so they’re fairly useless except in pairs. If you uncork a mirrorflask but not its accompanying echo-catcher, the Shape or image of the thing will be released, just as if you uncork the catcher but not the flask, its Sound will escape as a formless thing that briefly can be heard or smelled or even felt, before its lack of a Shape leads it to spread out in all directions without boundaries, diluting it to the point of non-existence then.

So a fire that’s unbound and contained, will just be the illusion of flames if just its flask is opened, while if just the echo-catcher is uncorked, there’d be the sound of flames, the sensation of heat, but it’d be there and gone in a matter of moments. Anything can be unbound and contained, physical objects like weapons or forces like fires or even storms (the trick of unbinding is seeing something as a whole thing unto itself. An unbinder who sees a storm as disparate elements will never be able to unbind the whole storm, just pieces of it like a lightning bolt. But one who sees the storm as one singular thing can unbind that whole storm and store it in a flask and catcher.) Even animals can be unbound. The only thing that can’t is human beings, but with one exception....unbinders can’t unbind anyone else, but they can unbind themselves. Separate themselves into a bodiless voice and essence as well as a substanceless image...a kind of astral projection that’s exceedingly rare as its viewed as extremely reckless and dangerous....because while in that state, even an unbinder can be trapped in a mirrorflask and echo-catcher, the same as anything else.

Anyway, that’s the scoop on the below snippet. Gonna try and be better about tagging things on the sideblog because yay organization, lol, so the tag for things Citadel related will be ‘tales of the Citadel’ and specific to this setting will be ‘The Chaos Vault.’

(That’s the title to the bigger project linked to this setting. There are legends on this world of a vault that was hidden away or lost centuries ago, but in it was stored all the greatest natural disasters and cataclysmic forces that had ever been unbound. Unbinding things like that is basically a lost art, as older civilizations could do things with unbinding that ‘modern’ inhabitants of this world can’t even dream of....as the more scientifically advanced they became, the harder it was for them to see major cumulative things like storms and other disasters as just being one single thing that could be unbound, rather than a lot of smaller, individual elements. So there’s lots of legends about something called the Chaos Vault existing somewhere. Which eventually culminates in a high fantasy heist caper FTW).

Snippet from The Chaos Vault, in which Miya kills people cuz that’s kinda her thing:

Choosing a spot a few steps from the door that separated the kitchen from the hall - close enough to get a clear view of the servers coming and going from it, far enough away for her to time things just right - Miya braced herself against the far wall, leaning as if she needed its support to keep her upright. Less than a minute later, a server emerged from the kitchen bearing a full tray of dishes, and she straightened and pivoted just as he came within reach.

Her seemingly wine-drunk stumble was nothing short of artful, if she did say so herself, and their collision tipped the man’s tray just enough that the outermost dishes cascaded to the red-tiled floor. The sounds of shattering dishware echoed loudly thanks to the vaulted ceiling overhead. The shattering of a small mirrorflask was a trivial thing in comparison, when she let it fall from her clenched fist. A minor tinkling easily lost in the chaos she’d caused, just as the sound of broken dishes was drowned out by the much louder revels taking place down the hall.

And much like the shards of the broken flask were effectively camouflaged by the mess on the floor.

“Oh, Shape and Song, I’m so clumsy!” She bubbled exaggerated apologies at the man and clung to his shoulder, keeping his attention firmly on her and away from the red and black banded firesnake that slithered rapidly away from the noise. It reached the escape offered by the ballroom at the end of the hall, and vanished into the forest of dancing legs and swirling skirts.

“Its quite alright,” he assured while attempting to be graceful about dislodging her. It most assuredly was not, if the grimace he couldn’t quite hide was anything to go by. Then again, Miya mused, anyone likely to give him grief about the matter would be concerned with far greater things in a few moments.

But only if she made sure her little friend got his Voice back before he was spotted by the revelers. With no physical mass to trip over and coloring fairly well disguised against the tile, she had some time, but not much. 

Miya heaved herself off her unknowing accomplice, and with a few more incomprehensible mutterings, she staggered toward the other end of the hall. Making use of the wall once again, both for “support” and her charade, she came to a rest near a window left open so the heated air from the kitchen wouldn’t circulate. 

She dipped her head and unclasped her right earring. Its intricate array of tiny chiming windpipes, while annoying, hid the equally tiny echo-catcher among them. With a single smooth motion deftly hidden by her hunched stance, she uncorked it and tossed both vial and earring out the window and into the canal below, glad to be rid of both.

A Song once released needs no direction to find its other half, and rejoining its Shape and binding itself back together took but an instant. It would only take a few seconds more for it to be drawn to the scented-oil she’d dabbed her target’s sleeve with when brushing up against him earlier. With that thought, Miya pushed herself off the wall and started down the hall again, this time at a much quicker pace.

3…2…1…

A single scream cut through all other noise and carried horrified silence in its wake.

There we go.

And then it was the silence that was shattered. People spilled out of the kitchen and into the hallway like so many confused and frantic ants. But ones with their eyes all drawn towards the ballroom, leaving nothing but backsides watching her. Her steps straightened and took back their usual confidence, her stride made short work of the rest of the hallway, and she vanished through a side-door at the end of it before anyone thought to look around.

She skipped as sprightly down the steps to the garden as her garments would allow - which is to say, not very - and reached behind her head to release her hair from that ridiculous style. Mussing it just enough to let it flow freely down her back, she sank deeper into the night’s shadows and allowed a smile of satisfaction to curve her lips.

Surely there was nothing wrong with taking a little pride in one’s work.

[wingedweasel]

Long post is long...about D&D

tl;dr: DM forces a race change on everyone and takes complaining about it too far

I’m legitimately curious to see what people think about all this. 

In one of the campaigns I’m in - a homebrew run by my friend - she has us traveling to a tech based country - think final fantasy settings and such - when suddenly during the night while on an airship, all but Larry the tortle are woken up in debilitating pain and find ourselves forcibly shapechanged(?) into a different race. 

Now, hold on, before anyone gets all up in arms about this, let me explain. 

In this world, Dragons are the be all end all most uber powerful things in existence. They either killed or subdued all other deities or highly powerful beings. There are a few left, but they all literally cower in fear of the Dragons. We can’t even say the word dragon or else we’ll pull the attention on us (think the taboo that Voldemort put on his name). 

Shapechanging has already kind of been established both from something a player has done as well as NPCs. We’ve a warlock (but if the gods are all...shush nobody knows how Eon’s patron works, just deal with it like we do) who’s hair randomly changes and he has a cursed boa that changes anyone who wears it into a flamingo. We use that a lot for both spying and the lols. My character is a homebrew Arachi (race) Prism (class) who can doff his false form as a rather pretty half-elf and go into his true form of ugly scary spider head...thing. There have also been a few NPCs who have either changed their looks via a potion or other magic item so it’s not something that was randomly pulled out of the DM’s ass. 

As I said, we were traveling to Final Fantasy land when we were suddenly changed against our will. All that is except Larry. Larry is a tortle as stated, and is the only animal based race in the group. Later, the DM said that she was debating changing my character as technically he is kinda a spider, but not all the time - Quidam stays in pretty mode because Spider mode is scary. 

So now our awakened slime Glissant is a leonin - still green, but no longer slimy,

The human warlock Eon is a yellow lizardfolk - yellow because of his current hair color,

The arachi prism Quidam is now a tabaxi - i’m a cute kitty cat, yay!

The goliath cleric Albados is a minotaur - he’s in awe that he has hair and doesn’t know what to do with it,

and the tiefling sorcerer Aria is a red loxodon - red as her original skin and her tusks are quite large.

We were asked to roll a d100 a few sessions ago and were told all would be revealed later. That later was our last session. 

Okay, now that that’s out of the way, obviously we are all shocked, confused, and tiny bit mad that our race has changed without our consent. That last part is a given, but the tiefling/loxodon just kept saying “No! I don’t like this. It’s ugly. I want to be pretty. Change it back.” 

I personally think she’s over-reacting a bit, but I do understand. I abruptly left a game many years ago when the DM tried to mess with my back story without my permission, so I know how Aria feels. You have your character how you like it and if anything changes without at the very least prior warning, you get upset. If the DM talks to you before hand and tries to work something out, then that’s one thing, but to suddenly without any warning that this was coming be forced to play a race you don’t want is...frustrating to say the least. 

However, as the DM has stated multiple times, it’s not permanent, nothing really changes about our original character’s abilities except some obvious things like no longer being a slime or having wings. This is just a plot hook kind of thing to get us invested in the new land. Since nobody in the party is from this land, we don’t know what is going on, if this is a curse, some tech mumbo jumbo gone wrong, a Thing(tm) that is just part of the land or what. It’s a mystery that we have to solve because the airship captain who was also shapechanged (but we don’t know what yet since the session ended after we woke up in new bodies) and didn’t say anything about this before hand. This is something that has recently happened to this country. 

Above board, the DM has said that this is a recent development, it’s a curse place on the land by the country’s dragon ruler for ‘reasons’ and that there are multiple ways in which we can change back. She has repeatedly told us that it’s not something that we will be stuck as (unless we want to because again ‘reasons’ she hasn’t said yet). We will go back to normal after we solve the mystery. 

But nooooooooooo, Aria is having a hissy fit about not being pretty anymore. We haven’t had another session yet since we play every other week, but since the last one, the DM - remember who is my friend irl - is feeling like shit because of Aria’s reaction. The DM is getting questioned by the other players and being lowkey (and not so lowkey) insulted for this obstacle, and it may be getting to the point where Aria but also potentially her husband Eon may leave the party. I’m not sure if Eon will leave if Aria does since he doesn’t seem too mad at what happened, but if his wife leaves, he may due to not wanting to upset her....even though he basically plays her character for her, but that’s a different can of worms entirely. 

Am I upset that my character has been changed? Kinda, but not really. Part of it is that I know what’s coming - at least a little since the DM likes to use me as a sounding board for some of her ideas - as well as the DM’s my friend and I know she isn’t going to do something like this just to be a dick. She has a reason, and she’s said it’s not going to be a forever kind of thing. Another part of it is that I got ‘lucky’ and got changed into a tabaxi. I know how to play this race, it was a race I considered playing for this campaign, and I just generally like tabaxi. I mean, they’re basically khajiit, and khajiit like to sneak. The thing about this for me, though, is that I was thinking about either having Quidam be killed off or going full multiclass as something else because the homebrew books on both arachi and prisms have been changed/updated/whatever and I can no longer find the original ones I was using. Therefore, being changed into something else was actually a good thing for me. 

However, Aria is not taking this well at all. She’s - in my opinion - being a bit over dramatic and being super vain about all of this, but I do understand where she is coming from. I get when something happens to your character that you don’t like, you can get super mad about it. But what if this campaign has werecreatures? I don’t know if that’s something that will come up, but if it did and Aria was infected with lycanthropy, would she have reacted the same way? With how she is acting, probably, but I don’t think anyone would have any real sympathy for her since potentially being infected is something that goes hand in hand with werecreatures. Or, and this is something that she has seen happen, what if she drinks an experimental potion gets turned into a different color or loses her hair or grows an extra arm or something? 

On one hand, there is only a small chance that she would get infected or she would have had to knowingly take a suspicious potion, so it would have either been done willingly or the dice may just not be in her favor. 

On the other, Aria seems to be taking this personally all because her character is no longer cute. Seriously? Your fictional character where literally anything can happen to it is temporarily not cute, so you act all butt hurt about it? 

As you can see, I am obviously siding with one person over the other, but mainly I really don’t like how Aria is acting like a spoiled brat and I am the DMs friend, so both of those are tainting my view of this. 

Objectively, or as objectively as possible, who is in the wrong? Is anyone in the wrong? Should the DM have either hinted/outright stated that changing races is/can/will happen and given us a choice to go through with it? Should Aria just ‘suck it up’ since it’s not permanent and she can go back to being a cute tiefling as soon as we break the curse (or whatever it is)? 

[charmergirl2468]

Past Life AU! Part 4

Misc. characters

Just for future reference, none of the teachers will remember anything except for Byleth.

Manuela

She’s a choir teacher at the local high school.

She tries so hard but she can tell a majority of the kids who signed up were just looking for an easy A.

Her favorite students are the ones who she knows signed up to actually sing. Even if they are just Musical nerds :P

She’s really proud of Dorothea since the two actually went to state when Thea was in her choir.

She’s confused on the whole “my past life is hitting me like a truck” situation the kids are going through, but she’s trying to help as best she can.

Hanneman

He’s a history teacher at a university. Like, high end rich bitch university

He mostly does research papers on crests because even about 900 years later there’s still a lot to find out

He’s the only one who actually studies crests. Everyone else is content thinking crests powers were an exasperation of the real history. Think King Arthur and all the Celtic shit that’s in those stories

When he hears about the kids getting their past lives memories back, he morally knows he’s suppose to help but at the same time he wants that crest info. Needless to say, Seteth smacks some sense into him

Seteth

So because of support spoilers, this Seteth is the great-grandson of the OG man

He’s a guidance counselor at the high school and he’s the best one they’ve had in fucking years. He actually listens to the fucking kids and applies their strengths and weaknesses to their studies accordingly

He’s also one of the main designated adults when these kids get their memories back. He may not understand the situation fully, but PTSD is PTSD even if it’s from dreams and flashbacks

He does have a Flayn but he’s also got his wife. #letSetethbefuckinghappy

Flayn

She’s a middle schooler. Her school is near the high school so that’s the worlds best commute

She still acts like Winne the Pooh and does stuff like talk to herself and just generally say weird things. It’s because of high functioning Autism

She doesn’t get any memories back, but I’d like to think she gets more premonitions of what the other kids need? Like “Ingrid, Glenn would not want you to hold him so tightly as you live. He’d wish for you to live happily for both him and yourself” “how tf do you know that?” “I don’t! Yay! :D”

Basically she fills in the gaps of advice that Seteth can’t fill because of obvious reasons

Catherine

Give it up for the schools gym coach!

Even if some kids like Ashe, Felix, and Raphael aren’t in high school anymore, she still checks up on them and makes sure they’re ok.

Now everyone assumes that she’ll act like a Karen, but she’s very much progressive lesbian and is married to Shamir.

After the Bombing event, she kinda drifted but then found Sothism. Then promptly dropped it when people started saying she couldn’t be a lesbian because of Sothism.

Shamir

She does freelance security work for just about anyone in the country. She’s protected celebrities, foreign dignitaries, even drops by the school every once and a while

She also keeps up with the kids in her own Shamir way. Like she’ll subtly tell Ashe to rest his voice when it gets tired and reminds Leo to take off his binder if he’s complaining about pain.

She Married Catherine at first because she thought it was a good tax break. There were dating but a tax break can be hella tempting

She’s hilariously not the other designated adult. She tries to help but she, like a lot of other adults, has no fucking idea how to help kids getting PTSD from a life they lived nearly an eon ago

Byleth

They’re the other designated adult for these poor traumatized kids

They not only remember the war, but every single past life they’ve had since then. They essentially get reborn constantly because of the crest stone inside them.

They’re nonbinary. Y’all can die mad about it

They’re perfect at comforting the kids because they have a little over 900 years of experience to work with

Everyone respects them not only because they’re the wisest person they’ve talk to in years, but also because they all low key have a crush on Byleth

They still have Jeralt, who didn’t die because fuck that let Byleth be happy too!

Cyril

Still Almyrian

He’s a child immigrant who tries to support himself with a self employed house keeping service.

He tries Sothism but finds a lot of the morals Karens try to use the religion for to be… contradictory. Like Sothism is about trying to be better people, not excusing mild racism ya cunt bucket

He’s still an adult trapped in a child’s body mostly. He’s as blunt as a brick to the face

He doesn’t get all his memories but he does remember his past life’s devotion to Rhea and just thinks “past me needed to ducking chill”

Alois

He’s still got his wife and daughter who he’s endlessly proud of

He helps Shamir with freelance security work when they’re close enough together. He may be as subtle as a giraffe but he can still pin a bitch

He’s mostly emotional support for the kids as they get traumatized by the flashbacks. He can’t give advice but he’s a hell of a shoulder to cry on and sometimes that’s all you need

He actually weightlifts with Raphael and a lot of the more athletic kids! He’ll act as their spotter when they do reps and junk.

The next parts probably going to be the world building post and where I’ll explain why these kids are getting their past memories back

[landofanimes]

I got tagged by @real-life-senshi​! RULES: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 blogs you’d like to get to know better.

Me? getting tagged? XD Cool! :) Ok, here we go!

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Nickname: I use “Arukas“ online because that’s how you write “Sakura“ backwards XD Yes, Sakura as in CardCaptor Sakura - my childhood fave :) There was this anime magazine I used to read where one of the editors used a character's name backwards as an alias so I tried that and it spelled something readable, so here we are. I’m a girl, by the way, in case people haven’t guessed XD Currently on my 20s.

Star Sign: I’m an Aries. I feel like half of the description of Aries fits me well, half has nothing to do with me. I don’t believe in Astrology but I find it a fun concept! Go, rams! XD I love the Aries Saints in Saint Seiya by the way, I love its unique neat legacy ^^ If Ophiuchus counted, though, apparently I would be a Pisces!  

Height: 1.70m (5′7′‘)

Last film I saw: I’ve recently watched How to Train Your Dragon 3! If we’re talking live-action, I finally watched Kingsman 2. I honestly can’t remember the last anime film I saw though ^^’ I gotta get back to those. Oh, I did watch Digimon Tri 6 XD Though it’s been months ahaha

Favorite musician: Oh, that’s hard. I do like some musicians/bands (Brazilian and English-speaking) but I don’t really follow their stuff. Like, I don’t actively search for new music, but if I like what I listen somewhere (radio, a party, etc) I take those specific songs I heard XD I like pop. Some rock songs. Idk. Ballet is also cool. I do listen to a lot of soundtracks though, instrumental or not (that includes musicals, movies, tv series, anime...also lots of disney). I occasionally sing soundtracks to myself when no one’s around

Song Stuck In My Head: Recently, for some reason, Beauty School Dropout from Grease and Glad You Came - or at least Glee’s versions of that XD. 

Other Blogs: @lands-of-fantasy​. Basically where I post everything I like that is not anime?? XD About movies and tv series, I mean. And books. Mostly live action, but it also features some Disney/Dreamworks and a bit of animated/comics superhero stuff. In fact it has quite a lot of superhero stuff lol why does Marvel and DC produce so much content at once?? I’m only one person!

Do I Get Asks: Sadly, almost never! 

Blogs following: Currently 16. Yeah, I don’t follow many blogs... Partially because I don’t want to overwhelm my dash and partially because I try to avoid spoilers. Though I do occasionally check on some I don’t follow! There are 2 or 3 I actually check frequently and regularly, but don’t follow them officially cause they post A LOT, including things I’m not interested in. 

What I’m Wearing: ? Shorts and a t-shirt.

Dream job: Hell if I know! If only God would send me a sign 

Dream Trip: I would love to go to England! And Italy. And Japan! Maybe Egypt? Also several Disneylands, lol. I did go to Disney once though, which was a Dream Trip of mine, so yay!!!

Play any instruments: Nope

Languages: Portuguese and English

Favorite foods: If we’re talking about real food, I love Feijoada (it’s a black beans meal). Also Cuscuz (which is corn based). And meat in general! We eat a lot of beef in Brazil. If we’re talking those caloric wonders, I can’t resist cheeseburgers nor french fries! Also pizza, of course. Snack wise, I’m weak for chocolate cookies.

Random facts:

Fantasy is my favorite genre in media. Give me magic. Mythical creatures and races. Also far away lands. And good old sword-fighting! Medieval settings are cool. Supernatural beings are also welcome.

If I’m watching something and it doesn’t feature anything fantastical or at least some sword-fighting at all, it’s probably a romance. Maybe a musical, though not as often. Then again musicals are kinda fantastic in their own way!

Since I was tagged by a fellow Moonie and I do post/reblog a lot of Sailor Moon here:

I grew up with the 90′s anime. In 2013 I read the manga and got into the old musicals. And then I watched PGSM! Then came the new musicals and crystal. I enjoy each and every iteration, though in varying degrees of course. I pick the things I like the most in each version and take those as canon XD

I usually watch the subbed versions of foreign live action movies/series. Animation wise, however, I always aim for the dubs XD As an anime fan, however, I obviously have to resort to subtitles cause sometimes there’s simply no dub version!

Favorite songs:

I don’t even know, dude

Some sera myu faves that come to mind, in no particular order:

La Soldier / FIRE / Can’t Be Soldiers of Love Forever / Chasing After You / See Me, It’s Our Era / Brand New World / Tuxedo Mission / Tuxedo Loyal /  Amazon Kara Circus Dan ga Yatte Kita / Choubi! Uranus to Neptune

Music of The Spheres / Line Up! 5 Ladies of the White Moon / Sky of Jewels / Also the last part of Light of Destruction (Decline and Rebirth) gives me chills!!

Some animes that have amazing soundtracks:

Inu-yasha

Tsubasa Chronicles

Saint Seiya

Lost Canvas

Fullmetal Alchemist (both of them)

Also Digimon’s openings and Brave Heart. CardCaptor Sakura, Sailor Moon and Dragon Ball Z music will always hold a place in my heart too (man, it’s been eons ever since I watched any DBZ...) 

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Tagging: As if I knew who to tag XD I also don’t interact much, I’m shy :P Oh wait @teresartwork​ tags me, so there you go! if you want to, of course. If not that’s cool too :)