#Sunlit Silence comic

[alakotila]

✨they should kiss, too✨ Sunlit Silence is a webcomic, and you can read it on Webtoon, Tapas, and Patreon!

[cosmerelists]

Children's TV Programming on Each Cosmere Planet

As requested by anon. :)

If every Cosmere planet not only had TV, but also children's TV programming, what kind of shows would be popular?

1. Roshar [Stormlight Archive]

Herald Babies: It's like the Muppet Babies, only it's about the heralds. All of whom are babies. And Muppets. Just imagine tiny Shalash using her comically oversized mallet to smash any drawings she finds of herself. Adorable!

Pitford the Big Red Axehound: A show all about a young girl and her pet axehound, which is loved so much that it grows into a GIANT axehound!

Reading Rainbow: This show is ONLY for girls (and yes, I checked! Highstorms do produce rainbows!)

My Little Ryshadium: Yes, in this show the Ryshadium are little. And brightly colored! And friends. This show is way more popular with boys.

Mister Wit's Neighborhood: A beloved show where Mr. Wit tells stories and plays his flute for the children. He's weirdly rude to any adults on the show, though.

2. Scadrial [Mistborn]

The Adventures of Young Jak: All the fun of Allomancer Jak, only he's just a little kid in this show.

Bonewish: Each week, a kandra eats the bones of a small animal and then acts out classic works of literature. It's...much cuter than it sounds.

Mister Hoid's Neighborhood: A beloved show where Hoid, the friendly neighborhood cab driver, tells stories, sings songs, and shows off various fascinating places around the city of Elendel.

3. Canticle [Sunlit Man]

Naughty Children Are Eaten By Ghosts: It's pretty much as the title says. Every episode there is a naughty child. And then that child is eaten. By a ghost.

4. Threnody [Shadows for Silence]

Wayward Youth Are Consumed by Shades: This show...well, to be honest, it's weirdly similar to that show from Canticle. Or is it the other way around?

5. Sel [Elantris]

Readin' with Seon: A glowing ball of light reads books aloud to children. Their diction and pronunciation is always perfect!

Mister Hoid's Neighborhood: The show never makes it clear why this random beggar is telling stories and playing music and showing children around Elantris, but it is a beloved TV staple.

6. Taldain [White Sand]

Captain Sand: By combining their sand powers, these children can summon Captain Sand, who fights evildoers and polluters with sand! It's very...sand-centric.

7. First of the Sun [Sixth of the Dusk]

Fourth Who Exploreth: The adventures of Fourth of the Dawn, who explores jungles with the help of her avian companion, Sandals. With the help of the kids at home, Fourth must solve puzzles like, "How can we escape from this deadly swamp" or "If we don't catch food soon, we'll starve to death." It's, uh, super upbeat!

8. Nalthis [Warbreaker]

Minnie the Panther: The story of a young boy who Awakened all of his stuffed animals, including his stuffed panther, Minnie, and now they all go on adventures together!

Sweet Potato Street: Like Sesame Street, only I don't know if Nalthis has sesame specifically. This show features many beloved puppets, like the big colorful bird and the talking flower, and even has real famous people on it--even gods!

Mister Hoid's Neighborhood: A beloved childhood staple where Mister Hoid tells stories from history and myth for the children, always using his fun, brightly colored sand!

9. Komashi [Yumi and the Nightmare Painter]

Glint's Hints: Children must help the hapless Nightmare Painter solve mysteries--which usually ends up requiring the child to help him draw a picture to get rid of a nightmare!

10. Lumar [Tress of the Emerald Sea]

Aether Bears: Like the Care Bears, only instead of shooting rainbows out of their bellies, they shoot out aether colors! And if children cry around these bears, the bears explode. So it's very important that kids stay happy in Aether Bear world.

Xisis & Friends! At some point, the dragon Xisis was reimagined as a much smaller dragon who liked to play with children and sing songs about friendship. Nobody is sure what the real Xisis thinks of it...

The Magic Pirate Ship: The captain of this ship, which is inexplicably crewed only by children, uses her magic to take the kids on adventures! Like the time they shrunk the ship down to microscopic size and went inside a guy's body, or the time they went up to one of the moons!

Mister Hoid the Cabin Boy: A beloved childhood staple where the ship's funny old cabin boy entertains children with his stories, his jokes, and his zany antics! Everyone LOVES his bright red shorts! ...Hoid may never go back to Lumar.

[supreme-leader-stoat]

Hello! I've been trying to get into Brandon Sandersons books but I haven't known where to start. Is there any specific book or series that you'd recommend? :)

I've actually got a suggested reading order that I put together!

Mistborn Era 1 (The Final Empire, The Well of Ascension, The Hero of Ages)

Elantris

White Sand if you can find it. It's a comic book and not a novel or short story.

Warbreaker

Stormlight Archive Era 1 (The Way of Kings, Words of Radiance, Edgedancer novella, Oathbringer, Dawnshard novella, The Rhythm of War, Wind and Truth)

Mistborn: Secret History (you can read this any time after Elantris if you want, but its basic premise spoils parts of the Stormlight books)

Emperor's Soul short story

Mistborn Era 2 (The Alloy of Law, Shadows of Self, The Bands of Mourning, The Lost Metal). At the very least, do not read W&W book 4 until you read everything above this on the list. It's a very Cosmere-heavy book.

Shadows for Silence in the Forests of Hell short story

Sixth of Dusk short story

Tress of the Emerald Sea

Yumi and the Nightmare Painter

The Sunlit Man

Sunlit Man's kind of an odd duck because it takes place long after Wind and Truth (and pretty much everything else on this list) but was published before it, almost as a sort of teaser. If you want more "Oh, so that's what that meant!" moments, move Sunlit up and read it just before Wind and Truth. If you want more "Hey, it's that guy!" moments, save Sunlit for last.

[tanoraqui]

I would love to hear your STRONG SUGGESTIONS on Cosmere reading order, if you feel like sharing! (From your tags on /post/773079877074206720.) Your posts about the books are inspiring me to give it another try but I'm not sure where to begin.

First, accept that when it comes to the more recent publications, you're almost certainly going to have a Discworldian experience of there simply being NO reading order that lets you be aware of every time crossover or reference - or, if there is one (1), trying to adhere to it would diminish your overall reading experience, and some of the references are going to be so ambiguous that you wouldn't catch them anyway.

In my judgement, there is no point where you won't understand what's happening in a book set on one world because you haven't read a book set on another world. Maybe a bit of confusion, an awareness of lack of context, but what needs to be explained for the current narrative always is.

I think this state might end with the upcoming Ghostbloods trilogy, ie Mistborn Era 3. It will almost certainly end by the space opera trilogy that is (planned) Mistborn Era 4.

Also, this flowchart is pretty good, though I disagree with it in places.

I find it useful to think of the Cosmere in phases:

COSMERE PHASE 1: Warbreaker, Elantris, Emperor's Soul (novella), original Mistborn trilogy. Read these in any order, adhering to internal series chronology (ie, Mistborn 1 > 2 > 3). You can also read short stories "Sixth of the Dusk" and "Shadows for Silence in the Forest of Hell", but you'll only find those in the Arcanum Unbound short story & novella collection, which is overall Phase 2.

^ Warbreaker, Elantris and Mistborn are all set on key worlds with characters or worldbuilding that will be vital to the Cosmere as a whole later on. The fourth key world is that of the Stormlight Archives.

^ Feel so free to start with the stand-alone novels rather than the Mistborn trilogy, if you need to ease back into this. It's 100% fine. None of these books connect to each other at all.

^ oh yeah, White Sands probably goes in here too, which I literally forgot about because it's a comic book rather than novel, so I've never read it. I mean, I hear it's perfectly fine; I'm just not a comic book person. I think that flowchart forgot it, too.

IF you have already been spoilered for the big finale results of the original Mistborn trilogy, consider reading just Alloy of Law (Mistborn Era 2, book 1) to get your metaphorical engines revving for Scadriel, then go back and read the original Mistborn trilogy, then read the rest of the Era 2 series. It's not necessary, and you should ONLY do it if you know the Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Ascends to Godhood parts of the original trilogy. But if you previously stalled out of the universe, this might help!

COSMERE PHASE 2: Mistborn Era 2 series, Stormlight Archive #1-5, Arcanum Unbound (short stories & novellas, including Mistborn: Secret History).

^ Stormlight Archive is VERY Epic Fantasy, all oaths and secret magic of ancient history and world-spanning politics, each book a MINIMUM of 900 pages. Mistborn Era 2 is detective-adventure with a dash of Indiana Jones, each book like 400 pages max. Feel free to alternate, honestly, to keep your brain fresh.

^ ...and the flowchart is right that the optimal experience is to have read all of Mistborn Era 2 (including Secret History) before SA #5. And if you haven't yet, read Warbreaker before SA #3.

^ and read Elantris before Secret History.

^ For Mistborn Era 2: the chart is wrong; you should read Secret History AFTER Bands of Mourning, for the optimal frantic theorizing/"what the HELL" experience.

^ I've definitely forgotten some short stories in Arcanum Unbound, but they're clearly associated with specific series, so just read them when you obviously should.

COSMERE PHASE 3: Tress of the Emerald Sea, Yumi and the Nightmare Painter, The Sunlit Man. The Ghostbloods trilogy (MIstborn Era 3) when it comes out.

^ Due to [STORMLIGHT SPOILERS], the Cosmere is currently, in-universe, in kinda-lull before some sort of all hell breaks loose (probably in SA #6). These books all take place during that kinda-lull.

^ You technically can read Tress or Yumi earlier, in that they have no plot connection to any other book...but the narrator of both is a diegetic character and they go here in his personal timeline. And he casually references worlds beyond those of the books, for flavor. So you're really best reading them here - unless you want a mild sense of confusion the first time through, and a strongly satisfying "Oh, THAT guy!" upon rereading them several years later after reading everything else!

^ Sunlit Man you really should wiat until after SA #5.

Other books likely to happen in this Phase: Warbreaker sequel (novel? novella?); novella crossing over Stormlight Archive x Mistborn Era 3; Mistborn cyberpunk novella (era 3.5, may turn into multiple books and its own Era because that's what happened with Era 2). Maybe an Elantris sequel.

COSMERE PHASE 4 (predicted): Stormlight Archive #6-10. Elantris #2 and/or #3. Mistborn Era 4 epic space opera trilogy (aka Cosmere: Endgame). Dragonsteel book and/or trilogy, explaining the backstory to All Of This, wherein 17 bozos decided to kill God and eat the ashes.

[nashdoesstuff]

Dream Tournament Fanmade Content MASTERPOST

hey y'all! so, i figured, and since @tehrogueva was asking, i got the idea to make a masterpost for your content for the DT! let's get your awesome stuff organized!

COMIC SERIES/REPEATED MEDIA [concurrent series with content for a specific character leading up to their elimination point]:

@/sunlit-witch's dawn v. [character] comics:

bwb's first encounter

dawn whining about the height of his alternates

dawn questions why the tournament ended

dawn enters arena with og dream

dawn loses

osd!nightmare's wild goose chase comics by @/cakesmelons

nightmare encounters leviathan [first]

nightmare encounters shattered [second]

nightmare encounters molten and rem [third]

final [dream v. osd]

osd!nightmare's wild goose chase media by @/calcium-cat

osd meets shattered

shattered meets nightmare?

one-shot chain

final [dream v. osd]

FIRST ROUND:

Shattered!Dream v. Shattered!Monarch

@/galacii-gallery's propaganda art

@/wishingstarinajar's propaganda art

OSD v. Leviathan

@/orbital-inclination's watercolor painting

leviathan overwhelmed by cuteness by @/skumhuu

Molten!Dream v. Silence

@/syxadel's molten propaganda

@/dryemiddi's propaganda art

mini silence sketch for a silencesweep follower by @/dryemiddi

Swad v. Oneiros

@/wishingstarinajar's propaganda art

Empireverse v. Negative

n/a

Malltale v. Modernverse

@/ask-modern-verse's modern propaganda art

@/ask-modern-verse's modern!dream waves goodbye to mall

Dawn v. BwB

@/the-kk-crow's mini comic

@/sunlit-witch's first comic pages

dawn complaining about the height of his alternates by @/sunlit-witch

dawn questions the tournament ending by @/sunlit-witch

goldie [bwb] being quite the homicidal apple by @/wyrm-in-the-apple

goldie [bwb] cheers up dream by @/wyrm-in-the-apple

bwb dream freaking out over a camera by @/the-kk-crow

goldie [bwb] being homicidal 2.0 by @/wyrm-in-the-apple

Dream v. RESET

n/a

ROUND TWO

Shattered v. OSD

@/cakesmelons' first comic

@/calcium-cat's first comic

shattered's reassurance by @/galacii-gallery

osd has a gift for shattered by @/dragonfire1000

nightmare encounters shattered? by @/calcium-cat

shattered's unhappy by @/dragonfire1000

shattered's unhappy 2.0 by @/the-kk-crow

"win or lose" by @/galacii-gallery

shattered wins in spirit by @/wyrm-in-the-apple

@/galacii-gallery's gift to the simps

Molten v. Swad

swad intimidates molt by @/orbital-inclination

Empireverse v. Modern

modern gets excited by @/ask-modern-verse

modern!ink is a pain in the behind by @/ask-modern-verse

modern!blue invites modern!dream for drinks by @/ask-modern-verse

Dream v. Dawn

Dawn meets OG by @/sunlit-witch

Dawn loses by @/sunlit-witch

SEMIFINALS

OSD v. Molten

@/cakesmelons' second comic

@/calcium-cat's oneshot chain

molt invites osd for ice cream by @/orbital-inclination

Empireverse v. Dream

n/a

FINALS:

"Going Back The Way We've Come" by @/annaraebananawriter

@/papple's "callback"

osd's winning sash by @/papple

@/calcium-cat's sneak peek

@/cakesmelons' third comic

@/cakesmelons' final comic

@/calcium-cat's final comic

OTHER [content that was for the tournament but otherwise unsorted]

@/ask-modern-verse's reblog chain for dawn v. bwb

asking for pictures

sneaky shot!

host harasses modern!dream

host harasses modern!dream pt 2

host's ask for @/ask-modern-verse about the tournament

modernverse's crew responds to dream participating in the tournament

everyone gets ice cream by @/wyrm-in-the-apple

tea party by @/papple

silence's origin fic announcement by @/dryemiddi

let me know of anything i missed!

this took so much longer than expected and i need sleep.

[kaiismydivineruler]

You are my favorite Adventure - Kit Walker x reader.

Picnic fluff

Song: Can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley

Bathed in the warm glow of the sunlit meadow, Kit Walker unfurled a vintage blanket, setting the stage for a charming picnic. A soft breeze carried the scent of wildflowers as a playlist of timeless tunes played from a portable radio, creating a nostalgic ambiance.

Amidst bites of sandwiches and sips of lemonade, Kit shared animated tales of his latest adventures. "The jungle had this ancient temple, covered in vines," he recounted, his hands illustrating the wild encounter. "And just when I thought it was all calm, a mischievous monkey swiped my hat!"

Your laughter echoed in the meadow as you imagined the comical scene. "A jungle nemesis, huh? Your adventures never cease to amaze," you remarked, reaching for a slice of watermelon.

Kit grinned, the sparkle in his eyes revealing the thrill he found in these stories. "Every adventure needs a bit of chaos, don't you think?" he mused, a playful glint in his eye.

The conversation seamlessly wove between thrilling escapades and shared dreams. Amidst the tales, there was a palpable connection, a shared understanding that went beyond words.

As a soulful melody played, Kit's demeanor softened. "You know," he began, his tone sincere, "amidst all the chaos, you're my favorite adventure."

Your heart skipped a beat, and a warmth spread through you. "Smooth talker," you teased, your eyes meeting his. "I bet you say that to all the jungle creatures too."

He chuckled, the sound creating a comforting melody. "Only to the ones who steal my heart," he replied, his gaze lingering on you.

The music provided the perfect backdrop as Kit reached for your hand. "Care for a dance?" he asked, a hint of romance in his voice. The world around you faded as you swayed to the rhythm, wrapped in each other's arms.

"I could dance with you forever," Kit whispered, his breath warm against your ear. The meadow transformed into a romantic dance floor, and the music became the soundtrack to your own love story.

In a moment of shared silence, Kit cupped your face, and your lips met in a tender kiss. The world ceased to exist, and you were enveloped in the timeless embrace of love. The melodies lingered like a promise in the air, carrying your shared laughter, stories, and the magic of that sunlit picnic into the vast canvas of the sky.

[shayberri789]

My friends and I were talking about animation styles for teh cosmere and agreed that having different styles for each planet would be Peak, and it'd be funny if worldhoppers were animated in the style of the planet they originate from

Stormlight and mistborn: Vox Machina/Dragon Age: Ascension OR legend of korra style (And probably same for Warbreaker and Elantris too)

Yumi: CoMix Wave films (same studio as your name/suzume)

Tress: I liked CoMix, Dragon Prince style or Trigun for this, the others are as yet undecided. Something that's 2d/3d animation mix

Sunlit Man or Mistborn: Acrane style

Sixth of dusk/ssp5: Frieren style

Shadows for silence short film: Cartoon Studio or Wit Studio (girl from the other side/siúil, a rún)

skyward or sunlit man: Badbatch (SW) style

White Sand/Khriss: Spiderverse style, or something like the comics tbh with those deep shadows

I would sell my soul for a cosmere adaptation in the art style of Arcane

Like imagine it for a second. Stormlight? Breath? Shadesmar? Literally every form of investiture?!?!?

I know im far from the first one to say this but I just finished season 2 of Arcane and I can't stop thinking about this

[ariel-seagull-wings]

TOP 12 CINDERELLA PORTRAYALS

@superkingofpriderock​ @metropolitan-mutant-of-ark​ @lachica50​ @sunlit-music​ @princesssarisa​ @mademoiselle-princesse​ @amalthea9​ @captain-dad​ @astrangechoiceoffavourites​ @theancientvaleofsoulmaking​ @anne-white-star​ @littlewomenchannel​ @lieutenant-hel-odinsdottir​ @filmcityworld1​ 

Rodopis. Ye Xan. Cenerentola. Cendrillon. Aschenputtel.  Aschenbrödel. Zolushka. Cenicienta. Gata Borralheira. Cinderella. The heroine has several names around the world, but all of them experience the same tale: young ladies who are opressed and marginalized by father and stepfamily, but, thanks to their kindness and bravery, receive assistance to rise from the ashes more strong and beautifull, learning to love themselves and eventually finding the love of a prince that will make them happy. The tale is very old, its first writen version dating back to Ancient Egypt, and has been told, retold, writen and rewriten in several different versions, and has been adapted into a variety of media like cartoons, films, radio shows, and comics from around the Globe, wich possibilated anyone to choose their favorite versions. And today, i will share with my favorite portrayal of one of the most iconic fairy tale heroines of all time.

12º Daphne Zuniga in Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child (1995)

This animated fairy tale anthology series produced by HBO camed with the twist of transporting well known european versions of fairy tales to different cultures, like China, Cuba and the Caribbean. In this episode, they adapted Cinderella by setting the story in a Kingdom that had culture and population inspired by Mexico, making it one of the first portrayals of the character as a mexican, wich turns it a very significative work. Cinderella herself could show a bit more range of emotions, because in this portrayal she is at her most passive, her voice is always very sweet and low and she rarely her smile facial expression, but the character design and how she interacts with the colorfull and creative world and characters in the episode still makes it wort checking it out.

11º Aylin Tezel in Sechs auf einen Streich (2011)

Grimm’s Finest Fairy Tales (Sechs auf einen Streich in Germany and Holland) is a live action TV Movie anthology series from Germany made between 2008 and 2019. In 2011, they released their adaptation of Cinderella (Grimm’s Aschenputtel) staring german-turkish actress Aylin Tezel. Tezel brings a sense of playfullness to the role, as well as a sense of altruism in helping the servants in her Stepmother’s house and a wild free spirit that she fights to keep despite the opressive rulling of her Stepmother over her life. She is basically borrowing some elements of the humanity that other actresses before her brought to the role, while making this version of the character her own, wich is not easy feet, and deserves all the praises in the world.

10º Mitsuko Horie/Lara Cody in Grimm’s Fairy Tale Classics (1989)

Another fairy tale anthology series, this time made as a japanese anime that, despite the title, didn’t necessarily limited itself to the tales written by the Grimm Brothers. But in the case of this Cinderella episode, the Grimm’s version is the one they choosed to adapt, excluding the gory element of the sisters cutting their feet. This encarnation of Cinderella is probably the one with the most highlighted innocence, wich could both bring people to love and help her, but also be turned against her by the villains. The moment where this is most explicit is when after returning from the ball, she casually comments with the birds about the tree that gaved her the ball gown to wear, without knowing that the Stepmother is listening, and later her Stepmother not only locks her in the attic, but calls a woodcutter to cut down the tree, leaving poor Cinderella to suffer in deep guilt. It’s not often that a Cinderella adaptation explores the character’s innocence having negative consequences for her, and that is what makes this portrayal of one the most refreshing.

09º Maria Kawamura in Cinderella Monogatari (1996)

The Story of Cinderella (Cinderella Monogatari) is an Italian-Japanese anime television series of 26 episodes, wich were later edited into a two part feature lenght movie. This Cinderella is the 16 year old daughter of a rich Duke who dreams of someday going to live in a castle, having her own horse and many friends. But those dreams start to become remote for her when her father has to make a long travel and her Stepmother and Stepsisters reveal their true faces: Cinderella is taken out of her room, turned into their servant, often receiving hard tasks in short spans of time, and several times is exposed to situations of danger and harm by her Stepmother, like when she is unfairly framed for stealing grapes from the royal vines. Her situation is one of the most vulnerable, and troughout the series we get nervous to see if she will keep being a hopefull teenager, or if the hardships will crush her spirit despite the support that she has from her friends.

08º Ilene Woods in Disney’s Cinderella (1950)

Going from a teenager who has just recently started to experience adversity, to a grown adult who has experienced adversity since childhood. Having lost both of her parents as a child, it becamed more easy for Lady Tremaine to lock Cinderella away from the world and educate her to be an apparently perfect servant who does every domestic shore well, fast and without any sign of complaints. But, when she is alone with her animal friends, is the moment that Cinderella voices her fealings of fear, longing, anger, sadness and tiredness, dreaming of someday becoming free. She also gives them food and handmade clothes, showing how thankfull she is for their friendship, and this inspires the animals, as well as the Fairy Godmother who sees everything, to want to help her. And in her night out at the ball, she shows a natural grace and sweetness that charms people like the Prince to instantly fall in love with her. Basically, an inspirational role model.

07º Gemma Craven in The Slipper and The Rose (1976)

An intersting bridge between Disney’s Cinderella and Cinderella Monogatari. Like Disney’s Cinderella, she is a grown adult orphaned of both parents. Like Cinderella Monogatari, since her father died when she is an adult, her entrapment into servitude is more recent, wich makes clear that she has difficulty with domestic shores and also gives her a more intense will to rebel, to the point that this is one of the few portrayals of Cinderella that says “I hate you” in her Stepmother’s face. And the rebeliousness is well mixed with a very romantic personality that specially shines after she falls in love with the Prince, who is also an idealistic rebel that matches perfectly well with our relatable heroine.

06º Drew Barrymore as Danielle de Barbarac in Ever After: A Cinderella Story (1998)

In american cinema during the 90s, it was growing in popularity the fantasy heroine who was a warrior rebel and an intelectual bookworm. Capitaling in this fenomenon, Ever After: A Cinderella Story, was made, eschewing the magical elements in favour of Pseudo-Historical Fiction retelling.

The story begins when The Brothers Grimm are invited to the home of a French noblewoman who tells them how much she enjoyed their story of Cinderella, but that they got some details wrong. She then proceeds to tell them this story: Danielle de Barbarac  is the beloved only child of the widowed Auguste de Barbarac and his late wife, Nicole de Lancret. When she is eight years old, he remarries the Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent (Anjelica Huston), and brings her home along with her two daughters, spoiled and cruel Marguerite and gentle but weak-willed Jacqueline. Shortly thereafter, he dies, leaving Danielle to the care of her stepmother, who already resents the love that he displays to his daughter (especially as he calls for her over his wife in his final moments), and the estate's three devoted servants - the housemaids, Paulette and Louise, and the retainer, Louise's husband Maurice. The movie skips ahead ten years, to when Danielle is eighteen. Their estate has fallen onto hard times and things keep "disappearing," to the anger of the Baroness. Danielle has, of course, become a virtual house slave to the family, but takes comfort in the familial love she shares with the servants and the kindness she receives from Jacqueline. One morning, she is gathering apples in the estate's orchard when she spies someone stealing the horse of her late father. Enraged, she chucks apples at him, ultimately causing him to fall. It turns out to be the Crown Prince of France, running away from a father who wants to marry him off. To buy her silence, he gives her a great amount of gold. Danielle and the Prince meet again when Danielle, disguised as a courtier and using her mother's name, goes to the castle to rescue Maurice, whom the Baroness had sold into slavery to pay off some of her debt. The Prince is intrigued by "Nicole's" beliefs and courage, and asks to meet her again. A courtship ensues, in which Danielle keeps trying to tell Henry that she is really not a countess and the Baroness gets increasingly suspicious of Danielle's odd appearances and disappearances. The King and Queen, desperate to marry their son off, are delighted that he has found a girl... but are keen to meet her, something Danielle wishes to avoid. Meanwhile, Leonardo da Vinci, who has been invited to court, befriends both Danielle and Henry and everything seems to be going along well, save for Danielle's growing anxiety about maintaining the masquerade.

Barrymore’s Danielle channels the idealism and dreaminess of the Cinderella character trough her love of books, specially Thomas Moore’s Utopia, and also expands the rebeliousness brought by her predecessours by being writen as skillfull in swordfight, making her able to save herself and the ones she loves in more than one ocasion, wich was a very new take. At least for american audiences in the 90s, anyway, but we will get there later...

05º Brandy Norwood in Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella (1997)

When i was kid i watched mainly three film versions of Cinderella: the 1950 Disney animated film, Ever After: A Cinderella Story, and this TV Movie production of the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical released by the Disney Channel. It was one the first examples of a diverse, colorblind period fairy tale production i remember seeing, and it was an important mark for me ever since.

As played by pop singer and actress Brandy Norwood, this encarnation of Cinderella is a courteous, gentle young woman who is nevertheless unafraid to speak her mind, ocasionally making snarky comments as a way to cope with her stepfamily’s abuse. But she is still shown to need some boosting in confidence by her Fairy Godmother, who teaches Cinderella to see the valour and beauty in herself, and never stoping asking for the impossible.

04º  Lesley Ann Warren in Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella (1965)

Whereas Brandy Norwood’s Cinderella would more easily find a way to confront others who mistreated her and become a confident person, Lesley Ann Warren’s Cinderella was a more shy and frightened person, who had to take a more slow path into becoming confident and take her chance of happiness. Because of that, the viewer has the more intense feeling that when she goes to the ball in the beautifull magic gown, she is a more glamorous and happy person, different from the meek and sad lady who usually hides around the fireplace. This was Warren’s first starring role, and we must commend her for portraying two faces of the same character in her debut as a leading lady.

03º Jennifer Beals in Fairy Tale Theater (1985)

The most simple, straightforward adaptation of Charles Perrault’s Cinderella ever made, and the simplicity is its greatest strenght. That strenght is personified in Jennifer Beals’s performance as the title character. This Cinderella is the quintessential no nonsense girl next door, who even tough finding herself in a situation of unimpowerment, always refuses to accept the absurd injustice of her exploitation as a servant, speaking her mind clearly to her stepfamily. This make all the more satisfatory when she receives the visit of her Fairy Godmother, and is reward with the deserved rich and happy life that she was loosing hope of ever receiving.

02º Libuše Šafránkov�� in Three Wishes for Cinderella (1973)

This czech film is one of the first cinematic portrayals of Cinderella as a wild, adventurous, free spirited trickster character, who with the help of three wish granting magic nuts, can go outside and woo her beloved Prince. She enjoys horse riding, trowing snow balls, and hunting, as well as wearing pretty dresses to dance at balls. A highlight is when she cleverly hides her face with a veil to avoid being recognized by her stepfamily, and teases the Prince with riddles about who she is. You can see that she oppened the door for portrayals like Barrymore’s and Tenzel’s.

And my number one is the version that opened the door for her and many others...

01º Leslie Caron in The Glass Slipper (1955)

In this ballet-movie, french-american ballerina and actress Leslie Caron portrays Ella, a girl who not only is abused by her stepfamily, but also ostracized by the people in her village due to constantly apearing covered in ashes and not being traditionally beautifull with her short hair and big teeth. Because of that, Ella grows into a lonely, awkward and agressive person, whose only refuge is the prophecy of a fortune teller who told that someday she would live in the beautifull Palace of the Duke, and the daydreams in wich she imagine herself as a gracious ballerina. One day, Ella meets two people: Mrs Toquet, an old lady who everyone calls crazy, and a young man who presents himself as son of the Palace’s Cook, but is secretly the Duke’s son, Prince Charles. Those two are the first people who treat Ella with kindness, and because of that, she slowly blooms into a more merry person, who learns to love herself and accept the love of others.

This adaptation is very influential, being one of the first where the heroine’s birth name is Ella (wich would be later used in Ella Enchanted and Disney’s Cinderella 2015), one of the first that makes the supernatural elements more subtle (paving the way for Ever After’s complet schewing of them), one of the first that portrays a more angry and rebellious Cinderella (paving the way for Three Wishes for Cinderella, The Slipper and The Rose, Fairy Tale Theater, Ever After and Aylin Tezel’s 2011 Cinderella) and one of the first to make her meet and fall in love with the Prince before the ball, without knowing his true identity (paving the way for Three Wishes for Cinderella, Ever After , Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella 1997 production and Aylin Tezel’s 2011 Cinderella). 

And because of how awkward and agressive Ella acts in her everyday life, her ballet daydreams and the transformation in the mysteryous “belle of the ball” feels more radical, like two different faces of the same coin, thanks to Leslie Caron’s full of range performance. For being the version that brought the raw humanity to Cinderella, influencing several portrayals ever since, is the reason that Leslie Caron is my number one favorite portrayal of Cinderella.

Honorable Mentions: Kim Crosby in Into the Woods (1987), The Triplets (1998).

[alakotila]

Happy Valentine's Day! I make fantasy romance webcomics, very cute, usually Achillean & very 💖🧡💛💚💙💜, and most, very 🏳️‍⚧️ (first four images have at least one trans character in them)

[cosmerelists]

Ranking Various Cosmere Fantasy Swears

If there's one thing Brandon Sanderson likes, it's avoiding any real swear words in favor of Fantasy Swears. I am genuinely a huge fan of this technique. So here how I'd rank some of the ones I can remember! (And thanks to 17th Shard [here and here] and to Reddit for compiling some lists!).

#14: Colors (Warbreaker)

This one feels a little bit...lazy, I guess? Like yes, Warbreaker's magic is color-dependent, so colors are a big part of the world-building, so I guess it makes sense that people use it as a swear. But it feels like if, in fantasy USA, people swore by "eagles" all the time: "Eagles! I dropped my hamburger!"

#13: Moons (Tress of the Emerald Sea)

I mean same problem as with "colors"! Yes, the moons are a big aspect of the worldbuilding, but it just feels like a semi-boring swear. Although maybe that's just the swear that Tress tends to use.

#12: Shadows/Shades (Shadows for Silence/Sunlit Man)

Okay, maybe this one is a bit boring, but anything Threndy-related gets extra credit from me. So therefore I think this is one of the least boring of the "basically boring descriptors of world building elements" swears.

#11: By the Lord Ruler (Mistborn)

I mean...eh. This one is world specific, but it's basically like swearing by god only in this case the god is the Lord Ruler, right? It makes sense 'n' all but isn't as interesting as some of the later ones.

#10: By the Survivor's Scars (Mistborn)

This one is better because it's more specific--Kelsier's scars are rich with meaning, and swearing by them does feel like it carries cultural weight.

#9: By Harmony's Armbands (Mistborn)

Putting them all in a line like this...I just like how they get ever more specific. Now we're swearing by Harmony's feruchemical armlets? Okay!

#8: God Beyond (Shadows for Silence)

I mean, Threnody is, like, haunted by a god's corpse, so I think any of their god-related swears are more interesting as a result.

#7: Nights / Nights afire (Emperor's Soul)

I like this one because I just don't know what it refers to and it seems kinda creepy. What are nights on fire for??

#6: Rust and Ruin (Mistborn)

Frankly, the alliteration gets this one extra points. And "Rust and Ruin!" just feels like a good thing to shout when you've stubbed your toe.

#5: Storms/storming/Stormfather (Stormlight Archive)

I know this one SHOULD lose points for being exactly the sort of boring descriptive swear I maligned above...but I enjoy this one simply because it's such a clear linguistic stand-in for "fuck" and that leads to such amusing translations as "Kaladin Fuckblessed" or the "Fuckfather" and that just never stops being funny to me.

#4: Herald body parts (Stormlight Archive)

I didn't notice until looking at various compiled lists of Cosmere Fantasy Swears, but Rosharans really like to swear by specific Herald body parts, huh? From here: Kelek's breadth, Kelek's tongue, Ash's eyes, Ishar's soul, Nalan's hand, Pali's mind, Talat's hand...I'm a fan of this. It's interesting and feels culturally relevant.

#3: Glories Within (Stormlight Archive)

This one is just Szeth so far, but people speculate it's probably a Shin curse. That makes it interesting to me since we don't know a whole lot about the Shin. What inner glory are they using to swear?

#2: Starving (Stormlight Archive)

This one is pretty similar to "Storming," I suppose, in being a pretty clear linguistic stand-in for "fucking." But I just like that the food-obsessed Lift has her own personal swear relating to starvation.

#1: Lowly/Highly (Yumi and the Nightmare Painter)

I'm a big fan of the lowly/highly thing from Yumi & the Nightmare Painter, where words can be linguistically marked as meant in either a high way (complimentary) or a low way (insultingly). It's fun worldbuilding and leads to some comic beats in the novel. Plus, this post tickled me greatly: https://www.tumblr.com/cabinetcreature/722030379790401536?source=share. It's so true!

[beerecordings]

Just a quick sweet one-shot about fae Jameson comforting Henrik. I got to thinking about JJ’s dog forms after that ask and how they’d probably need like a fake service dog harness to get him into places when he doesn’t want to be human, and then I was like “well it’s not really that inaccurate, because he would protect and keep them steady like that through panic attacks or anything like that” and then I typed this up real quick. it’s got all the myth boys in it but it’s mostly about Henrik and Jamie looking out for each other.

Trigger warnings for mentions of imprisonment, stalking, blood, and animal attacks.

The long nails of his black paws clack cold on the linoleum floor of the doctor’s clinic.

“It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming!”

He lifts his small snout in the air, but he knows every scent already – bubblegum shampoo and a well-worn red sweatshirt that smells like nothing else, the salty ocean sting that never stops clinging to Chase’s skin, the clean heat burn of the star spirit in love with humanity.

Nothing is coming.

“It’s going to drag me away!” screams the human healer on the wall behind him. “No, no, no!”

The human can howl like a wolf left to die. The black dog bears fangs and holds still as hot fleshy human hands dig deep into the thick curls of his fur.

How long, he wonders, was the human pursued, chased across mountains and rivers and country lines, away from his family and all that he knew? Jameson can see him now, thin and pale on the seat of one of those speeding metal slugs that run along railed teeth, stinking of oil.

Train, his brain offers, something Marvin taught him in his frank, self-satisfied way, happy with himself for remembering a human thing, happier now to pass the knowledge along to Jameson. When he said it, Jameson realized he had known the word already, but the excitement of watching the humans build and build and build, faster and bigger and blacker every day, has long since left him.

The plastic rims of the human’s glasses shove into his side. Still he does not move.

Wet salt and broken hiccuping sobs pant against his fur. Soft hands stroke down his spine, tugging at him, scraping at him, dragging tears across his body.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” wails Henrik. “I’m sorry, don’t leave me alone.”

He bows his small dark head, motionless. Tonight he does not move. Tonight the man can touch him. In the whole world, only two men are allowed to do so, two men and a star and a sealboy.

After all, Henrik would do the same for him. Henrik was the one what stitched him up on the night he was dying and didn’t want to live anyway. He bit and snapped at his hands and trembled like a wild animal, and the human must have seen the memory of his old hunter flickering on the surface of Jameson’s body, but still he did not turn him away, just took deep breaths and held him down and stitched him back together, his hands slicked in fae blood, saving his life in silence but for the sound of his hand brushing along Jameson’s heaving flank.

He turns slightly, so his body guards Henrik where he huddles in the corner, grasping at his fur.

Nothing is coming.

Henrik presses his face to his fur, crying.

Nothing is coming.

“You don’t know how big it was… how it would stare at me… great golden eyes, the heady horrible face of the bull… or the wolf’s teeth pricking at my throat, draining out blood I never asked for. I never asked to be lucky. Never asked to be hunted just because I have six big brothers and six big uncles and more vision in my eyes than I know what to do with.”

Nothing is coming.

He puts his paw on Henrik’s knee.

The human breathes, shaking, snotty and crimson-faced, his glasses askew on his nose and his shirt stained with sweat. Jameson doesn’t care. When he was very small he didn’t understand why humans cry, but he does now. He has now. It’s okay. Nothing is coming. Henrik scratches his chest. He is a curly black sheepdog. Sturdy and small. If anything ever came after him he would tear its ankles to shreds and then turn into a bear.

Nothing will harm him.

For hours they’ve been curled up on the floor of the clinic, hiding from the others. Henrik doesn’t like for anyone to see him like this. All he had to do was step into the mudroom where Jameson sometimes chooses to stay, the fake service dog harness they bought illegally clutched in his shaking hands, and Jameson got up and lead him to the safety of his secluded little clinic.

Everything’s okay. Nothing is coming.

“I’m sorry I’m such a coward,” Henrik whispers, listing against his side. “I’m sorry I – I’m sorry I… I’m so tired of being scared all the time, for nothing, for nothing. It’s gone, and still, it never stops haunting me…”

Jameson stares dead ahead, still beneath Henrik’s hands. He remembers the cold iron bars of an abandoned, unrusting cage, the tiny onyx body of a kitten shaking against the sting of it, feeling his essence turn molten, eaten alive for a hundred years, until at last the golden hands of the star and the heavy red gloves of the man came for his emancipation. And yet he feels himself constantly surrounded by the cold white wrath of the cage that bound him.

Tonight, though, there are no bars. There are just the human’s hands, hot and grasping, brushing slowly down his back, and the steadying sound of his quiet breath.

Henrik leans heavier on him. That’s okay. He makes himself grow. A bigger sheepdog now. Henrik slumps against his back. He makes himself a big black husky. Henrik is asleep. It’s okay. He can be a bear-hunting dog. Big and black, with a human laid across his back, exhausted. He can be anything Henrik needs him to be. It’s a good thing he took the harness off already.

The little rectangle of metal in Henrik’s coat begins vibrating. Jameson stares at it, his dark eyes blinking, his soft dog’s chin laid out on his paws and Henrik laid out on his strong ribs and spine. The voicemail tone sounds and Jameson closes his eyes, listening to the familiar voice of the sealboy frizzling through the speakers.

“Uh, hey, Schneep, just calling to check in. I was going to see if you wanted to watch something, but you’re, uh, not in your room. Hope everything’s okay? You know if you need anything you can call me, okay? I – ”

“Amata!” Marvin’s voice is eager and bright. Always. Jameson’s ear twitches warmly. “Is that my doctor? Henrik! I love you! Where is he, let’s play a game! No, wait, let's watch a show!”

“Marv, he didn’t pick up. I’m just leaving – ”

“Didn’t pick up!” A third voice, immediately worried. “Why didn’t he pick up?”

“Come on, Jackie, I’m sure he’s just – ”

“Schneep, when I said nobody was allowed to disappear without telling me why after what you pulled last month, I wasn’t joking. Where are my sneakers, Chaser? We're going to the clinic.”

“Yay! Jackie, carry me!”

“Aw, come on, man. Don’t you think you’re being just a little overprotective?”

There’s an indignant spluttering just loud enough to be comical and then the beep of the voicemail ending. Jameson sighs, low and warm, and turns just enough that he can lick the back of his human’s hand, making Henrik shift just a little, rubbing his face into his fur.

Nothing is coming. Nothing is coming. Nothing holds him. Nothing will steal them away. They’re free. They’re free. Nothing is coming.

Except, of course, one worried superhero, one exasperated shapeshifter, and one very cheerful star spirit in the shape of a happy white cat, curled up in Jackie’s arms, excited to be going for a late night walk to his favorite doctor’s clinic.

“Schneep!” Jackie’s voice is a ringing bell twenty minutes later and Henrik jolts anxiously, a gasp shuddering on his mouth, only to calm again when he feels his fingers curling around Jamie’s fur.

“Hm, what?” he calls, pushing his glasses back into place. “Who?”

“Schneep, you nerd, didn’t you hear? Missing movie night is no longer an option in our household! Mister Mother Hen here can’t let you out of his sight for ten minutes without throwing a fit, now, can you, Jackie?”

A cat yowls a delighted greeting and Chase goes “yowch!” as Jackie’s fist connects with his shoulder, sending him into whining protest and Jackie into big, chest-shaking laughter, their footsteps moving towards the back of the secret little clinic where they have been saved and healed a hundred times.

Henrik sits up straight, trying to put himself together, relieved to find that he can, for the first time in hours, breathe deeply when he tries. He remembers what Jameson is with a sudden clarity and pulls his hands away, hoping he hasn’t offended him, but Jameson only turns and looks at his open hand, setting his chin down inside the curve of his scarred white palm. Henrik chuckles wearily and reaches down to scratch between his ears, his heartbeat settling. The stomping of feet down the stairs sends one burn of anxiety rising through his chest, but Jameson does not bark or growl, and he knows that he is safe.

“What are you doing down here, bud?” asks Jackie, worried, appearing before him, big and safe and holding a warm friend, Chase smiling a reassurance before him.

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” sighs Henrik, closing his eyes. “Just trying to avoid Marvin’s pick of movie.”

A mournful cat wail fills up the stairway, Marvin flopping dramatically back into Jackie’s arms as though struck dead, and rich free laughter like a wave of sunlit water warms the shining curly fur along the back of the great black dog.

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Taken from my Mythology AU - Chase is a Selkie, Marvin’s a star spirit, Jameson’s fae but likes to look like a little black dog, Henrik’s the seventh son of a seventh son, and Jackie is Jackie! While I do not have current plans to continue this AU and work on it as the inspiration takes me, you can send prompts or specific scenes in this universe the next time I open requests.

[alarawriting]

Poetry Monday: The Atlanta Triad

This is actually three poems, one of which I’ve set to music.

I wrote these in Atlanta, age 24 I think, after failing to acquire my master’s degree and while my then-boyfriend was suffering from mental health problems that caused him to shut down and distance himself from me.

The song “Oblique” will be posted separately, after this.

Oblique

So here I am Writing poems again When I thought There was no need anymore Had sufficient voice to speak But the silence closes in again And now I need a voice that's oblique

I remember Summer, two years gone Sitting in the sunlit grass As you held me in your arms Full of hopeful dreams that seemed so close Within our reach, achievable-- Tell me, where did it all go wrong?

 I could speak of the emptiness of my goal I could speak of the future that you sold But I'd learn to live for now Survive and struggle through somehow If if were not for your love going cold

 Is there any way to say this Without sounding a cliche? Here I am writing of broken hearts I never thought I'd see the day I've written so many poems for dreams Singing of loss I never knew-- Is it possible to tell the truth this way?

 I could speak of the destinies we failed I could speak of habits old and now grown stale But the reason has no meaning I am drowning in your death of feeling Freezing in the cold that my soul knows well of old

A Meta-Poem

 She thinks she's so tortured. So sincere. Doesn't she know it's been done?

The oldest feeling in the book And now that it's real She's writing broken heart poems.

 When she's written for so many other lives Pretended to griefs she never felt Does she think now we take her seriously?

Everyone's heart eventually breaks. What a sophomoric topic for poems.

Another Meta-Poem

 Shut up!

I can't even hurt without you telling me it's dumb! Can't even write a poem without you saying it's been done And you never let me speak To friends or family I am drowning in the silence and you tell me that I'm weak. "Read another comic book." "Go and watch some more TV." "Push it all under the rug and maybe it will go away." And to soothe me you say that it will go away That in five years's time I won't remember this pain That this poem in itself is a waste

Got a better idea, you know-it-all little bitch?

[theolddarkmachine]

Imaginary- Chapter Seven

Midoriya Izuku’s life was turned upside by fate.

Eri’s life was turned upside down by circumstance.

And Bakugou Katsuki is about to learn that even imaginary friends need to grow up.

Also on AO3

A/N: Nothing really to say today. This one tried to kick my but I told myself I had to get it out before I could start FFVIIR, which really worked for kicking my own ass into gear XD hope y’all like since we are officially past the “can Izuku see Katsuki 🤔” hurdle lol

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Dropping his arm across the back of the couch behind Eri’s head, Izuku keeps his eyes forward on the current candy colored cartoon on the TV’s screen. It’s an old one, at least by Eri’s standards, but it seems to have captured her attention all the same with its brightly colored heroes fighting the doom and gloom of villains.

Shifting his gaze to the corner of his eye, Izuku sneaks a glance at the small girl beside him as she watches. Hands folded around a small mug of juice, mirroring the way he’s holding his own coffee, he notes the way her attention is rapt on the television even as her mouth is downturned into a small pout.

It had been almost a week since she had mentioned Kacchan going missing, and just two short days since she’d finally stopped asking Izuku if he’d seen him. That would have given him some small hope that she was getting over the loss of her imaginary friend if it wasn’t for the stubborn look of discontent that still clung to her features.

At first, he’d tried treading lightly, avoiding any proverbial landmines that might exacerbate things, but that had only proven harder and harder to do as Eri continued to act downtrodden.

So he did the only thing he could think to do, and turned to his mother for advice.

Well, Izuku, there isn’t much you can do. Even you had needed some time when your imaginary friend had disappeared.

Thus, time was what he was giving. And if he just happened to fill that time with Saturday morning cartoons, flavored with his own parental worry, then so be it.

“Daddy Izuku?” Eri’s voice is still gruff with sleep as she speaks, turning her attention away from the television to look up at him with wide eyes. Izuku feels a sharp stab at the center of his chest as he notices they way they’re a little watery.

“What is it, Eri?” He asks, words a soft shade of concern. There’s a brief flicker of doubt that dances across her features as she worries her lip between her teeth before speaking once more.

“Do you think Kacchan doesn’t want to be my friend anymore?”

Her question is said so quietly, barely a hush, but it lands like a cleaver. Swallowing down the sudden heartbreak that’s sharp and bitter at the back of his tongue, Izuku carefully takes her mug and moves forward to set both his and hers on the coffee table before them before pulling her into his lap.

“I don’t think anyone could not want to be your friend,” he says, trying to sound assuring as he gives her a small squeeze. Holding her close for a moment, he continues, “but if he doesn’t, then I’ll kick his ass.”

That earns him a peal of wavering laughter as Eri twists in his hold so she’s facing him before throwing her small arms around his neck.

“That’s a bad word!” She giggles.

“Yes it is, which is why you shouldn’t say it,” Izuku hums, a small smile curling the edges of his mouth as he feels her return the squeeze. It isn’t much by way of reassurance, but he hopes that it at least means she’ll be okay.

“You going to be okay while I take a shower?” He asks, still holding her close. Eri’s answering nod brushes against his shoulder.

“If you need anything—” Izuku starts before getting cutoff by her leaning back, fixing him with a bright smile as she finishes his sentence.

“Just holler!”

“Good girl,” he praises, giving her a quick peck on the cheek and earning another giggle. Gently lifting her off of his lap, Izuku places her back on the couch where she had been sitting.

Eyes roaming across the room with his shift, they pause on the corner wall and the framed pictures that decorate it. Gold and ruby colors his vision as he feels his expression change into something steely.

“And if anyone knocks?” He asks, tone brusque as he leans forward to grab his mug and stand.

“Don’t answer the door no matter what!” Eri says, repeating the words like a learned mantra as she raises her arms in front of her like an ‘x’.

“That’s my girl,” Izuku says, turning over his shoulder and walking toward the kitchen. Mouth cracking wide with a yawn, he drops the empty cup into the metallic sink. The bright sound of porcelain against the metallic surface clatters around the kitchen, filling the otherwise quiet space with the loud sound.

It’s lost on him, though, as a spark of sunlit gold draws his attention outside.

Bakugou Katsuki.

The name rolls through his mind as Izuku sees the blonde standing outside their gate, just as he had that very first time he’d seen him.

His breath catches in his throat, held by the clutch of deja vu as he watches the man stare at the house with his mouth downturned, thought buried deep in the divot between his eyebrows.

With more force than necessary, Izuku pushes away from the counter, quickly rounding the corner and rushing out the front door without even bothering with shoes. The cool morning air sends goosebumps racing down his bare arms, and a jolt of cold rockets through the soles of his feet as they meet the pavement of his doorstep.

A near opaque puff of breath clouds Izuku’s vision as the door slams shut behind him, cutting through the early morning quiet. It causes the blonde’s attention to snap down to him, the gilded light of his hair cutting through the haze of Izuku’s thoughts as his ruby gaze captures his own emerald one.

Holding Bakugou’s stare with a hardened one, Izuku feels the racing heat, thick and heady like a wildfire, as it builds itself in the space that stands between them. Schooling his features into something stern, he watches with piqued interest as Bakugou’s twists into a weird shape of shock and rage.

For just a moment, Izuku wonders if maybe angry was just the blonde’s default.

“You’re starting to make me wonder if I should be worried about you,” he hears himself say, though he can’t recall ever having the thought to speak in the first place. It isn’t lost on him how harsh his tone sounds, and maybe later he’ll take the time to feel bad about it.

A visible roll of apprehension bristles through Bakugou as he leans into the gate separating him from the yard. Hands bracing along the metal grate, Izuku can’t help but notice the way the skin of his knuckles goes white with his grasp.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He growls, mouth twisting into a challenging sneer. Even with his own hands fisting at his sides at the defiance, Izuku’s mind stupidly supplies the unhelpful observation that Bakugou is attractive.

Made of sharp, strong lines and with eyes the strangest shade of fire, he looks like the kind of challenge that makes heat pool deep in his stomach.

Now wasn’t the time to get caught up in all that, though.

“What are you?” Izuku asks, finally unsticking his tongue from the roof of his mouth. Eyes widening in an almost comical way, Bakugou pushes impossibly closer to the gate as if he might be able to push through the metal by sheer force of will.

“What—”

“Yakuza?” Izuku cuts him off, more to himself than anything. It only serves to turn Bakugou’s look of sour contempt into one of bright confusion as he continues to stare at him. The sunlight illuminates his gaze, and a stray thought swirls itself around Izuku’s mind wondering if his eyes would look like rubies if he moved closer.

“Do I look like fucking yakuza?” Bakugou asks, and it’s just shy of humored now. A feather shock of electricity drags down Izuku’s spine at the sound of his dry laugh.

“No,” he answers truthfully, finally stepping forward off the front step and onto the paved pathway to the gate. The biting chill beats back the sudden warmth of his skin.

“You look more like some common thug.”

A growl, pitched low and menacing, rips through Bakugou’s throat as he throws the gate open, stomping loudly into the front yard and stopping just a few feet from where Izuku stood. His breath stalls in his chest as he realizes the blonde is a just tall enough for him to need to tilt his head up to meet his gaze.

“Oi!” He snaps, pointing an accusatory finger at Izuku. “Who the fuck are you calling a thug, you stupid nerd? I’m an upstanding citizen!”

Izuku’s answering laugh is bright and genuine, and only serves to push Bakugou’s scowl deeper.

“Some upstanding citizen you are, staring at peoples houses and occasionally breaking in.”

Echoing the blonde’s own statement from their first meeting, Izuku watches as Bakugou drops his hand to shove it deep into his front pocket.

“Yeah, well some fucking cop you are standing outside looking like you just got done with a roll in the hay,” he shoots back, dragging his burning ember stare down Izuku’s frame. Starting from his ruffled bedhead, and lower to linger where his old threadbare tank pulls across his chest, before raking along his low slung plaid pajama pants.

Heat bleeds across Izuku’s cheeks and burns across his chest as Bakugou’s gaze springs back up to meet his once more. Lost for words, he feels his mouth open and close around the million of things he can’t think to say.

His silence is met by Bakugou’s confrontational look, turning the moment into a standoff that turns the air alive with buzzing electricity.

“Kacchan!” Eri’s voice splits the tension, sending it fluttering away like confetti caught in a breeze as Izuku turns just in time to see her small frame rocket out the front door.

Kacchan? But isn’t that—

“Eri!” Izuku shouts, fingers just missing her shoulder as she runs by and launches herself at Bakugou. Confusion muddles his thoughts, slowing them to a crawl as he watches the way Bakugou seems to catch her on reflex.

His expression, seemingly stuck in a hardened state, softens as he drops down to her level and ruffles her hair.

“Hey, brat,” Izuku hears him say, and something about the fond tone his voice adopts lights anger at the tips of his nerves. Closing the distance between them, he scoops Eri up before taking two steps back.

“How the fuck do you know my daughter?” He snaps, meeting Bakugou’s scowl with his own as he ignores the way Eri squirms in protest.

Pointed silence is his only answer as Bakugou stands to level their glares.

“Let me rephrase,” Izuku says, feet shifting into a steady stance as his free hand pulls upward in a fist.  “You’re going to tell me how you know my daughter, before I have to make you.”

A dangerous smirk curls along Bakugou’s lips as he starts to shift to mirror his pose.

“Daddy Izuku!” Eri’s voice pitches high as she pushes back against his shoulder to look at his face. Mouth twisted in a petulant pout, it would be cute if Izuku wasn’t so focused on the tense man before them. A strange expression twists his features, pinching his brows together as if he’s searching for what to say.

A snarl already prepped on the back of his tongue, Izuku opens his mouth around another demand when he feels Eri’s small hands grab at the sides of his face. Vision filling with her steady look, he finds himself on the receiving end of her stern gaze.

“Kacchan is my friend! We met at daycare!” She huffs, keeping her look of childish intimidation on him. The statement pushes confusion deep between his brows as he flicks his eyes between Eri and Bakugou.

Letting her small hands fall away from his face, Eri finally smiles, as if trying to reassure him.

Brain circling around her words, Izuku finally fixes his attention on the blonde, whose mouth hangs slight unhinged around a silent sound.

“Why didn’t you just say so from the start?” Izuku asks, suspicion hanging off the ends of his words. He doesn’t have a reason not to believe Eri, but that doesn’t do much for the distrust buzzing around in the cage of his ribs.

Time crawls as he waits for anything from Bakugou when the blonde finally settles back into a normal standing position and scratches at the back of his head.

“Kinda hard to have a conversation when your face is shoved into carpet,” he says gruffly, as if the words are being pulled from within him by force. His crimson gaze flicks to the ground at Izuku’s feet as he speaks, and if he didn’t wear the same look of bitter confrontation, Izuku would think that maybe he was being sheepish.

“Told you I was sorry about that,” Izuku grumbles, heat brushing over his cheeks once more as Eri squirms in his hold. Setting her down, he continues, “ we don’t do too well with strangers around here.”

“Yeah, you said that before,” Bakugou huffs, snapping his stare back up just in time to recapture Izuku’s. It lands like a punch to the center of his chest as it sends his breath rushing out of him on the back of a sharp gasp. Freezing him in place, Izuku isn’t sure if he’ll be able to breathe again until suddenly Bakugou looks down.

Before him, Eri grabs his hand.

“Let’s have juice!” She says excitedly, grin wide and blinding. Something close to panic skitters wearily across Bakugou’s face, and when he meets Izuku’s gaze again, it’s with a silent question and plea. It’s a cresting wave that washes away the lingering burn in Izuku’s lungs as he finally sucks in a cooling breath and smiles.

“Why don’t you come inside for some coffee or something,” he asks, reframing Eri’s exclamation into an invitation.

Looking between the two Midoriyas, Bakugou seems to deflate, finally nodding slightly.

“Okay,” he says quietly, causing Eri to cheer. Dipping his chin in genial acknowledgement, Izuku tries to ignore the way his heart kicks up in double time as he turns away, heading back inside as Eri pulls Bakugou along behind him.

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[who-is-susie]

idk if i'm late but Chara + jealousy/envy!

Np at all, I can still take these. When I first saw this ask I thought of chapter 4 of this fic, so check that out too if you want.

Anyway, put this one under a read more because it’s a little longer than the others. Sorry if the ending feels rushed, wanted to keep this kinda short (and also get to class)

Monsters and humans alike amble across sunlit paths, weaving in and out of shops and restaurants or resting along conveniently placed benches or the edges of a water fountain. Frisk walks hand in hand with Toriel into one of these stores and Chara follows behind, a meandering soul with nothing better to do than watch their family experience the life that they could never provide for them. Sure, they’re happy that monsters finally got their happy ending. Watching them sit comfortably in the sun and just stare up at the sky with such contentment, or laughing at the younger monsters as they accustom themselves to human culture or the weather or the neverending expanse of world that’s been opened up in every direction. But every now and then, a little twinge twists at their gut knowing that they can never be a part of that experience. When Toriel holds Frisk’s hand, and tucks them in at night, and gives them pie or advice or a hug, when Asgore ruffles their hair or teaches them about flowers, Chara can’t help but be a little petty, knocking over a watering can or turning the heat up an extra bit so everything Frisk makes is just a little burnt.

One day when they were particularly lashing out, they came across a Hershey’s kiss and a note on Frisk’s desk.

DO YOU WANT TO TALK?

They huffed a bit then grabbed a pencil to respond. It’s a little difficult to write without a corporeal set of hands and their handwriting comes out in shaky block letters.

MAYBE

It’s gonna be a hassle to keep up a conversation like this, and they aren’t even sure what they’d say if they started one, but when you haven’t spoken to anyone for years, you kind of ache for whatever you can get. Besides, Frisk is stubborn as hell. Chara couldn’t stop them from playing therapist before and they sure won’t be able to now.

When Frisk returns to their room, it takes a while for them to check the paper, but when they do, they light up a bit and sit down next to the desk. They sign to the air, “Are you here?”

Chara chuckles a bit as the situation reminds them of every Ouija or mediation interaction ever. They grab the pencil.

YES

“Good, are you okay?”

I’M DEAD

They laugh then amend their statement, “Are you feeling okay?”

I DON’T KNOW

NO

“What’s wrong?”

They think about it, not sure how much to say or where to start. They’re dead for one, but that’s been established. But not dead enough. When they were alive, they never really believed in an afterlife for humans. Once dead, they figured they’d stay that way. Now more than ever, they wish that they would. They’re upset, more than a little invisible, lonely, and useless.

“Are you angry?” Frisk prompts.

YES

They suppose that’s part of it.

“At me?”

They consider it. They lashed out the most at Frisk, so that would make sense, but when they mentally try to apply anger at them directly it falls flat.

NO

“At Toriel?”

Kind of. It really sucks to see her so at ease with Frisk, treating them like her own child, giving them Asriel’s clothes and Chara’s toys. They really want to be mad at her for moving on so quickly, for being so happy, but that doesn’t stick either.

AT MYSELF

The monsters deserve their happy ending. They helped you and accepted you from the very moment you fell into their lives. They could’ve treated you like a burden or a threat, but even though you held the key to the freedom of their entire race, they put your life first and made sure you lived the best one they could provide. Maybe after you died, they could use your soul and make their way out but you went and destroyed that for them too. You’re jealous that Frisk was able to succeed where you could not and now they’re reaping the rewards of their success and you’re stuck watching through a wall.

Frisk hugs the air in a very sincere embrace. It looks very comical as Chara isn’t even floating right there, but the sentiment is felt regardless. Frisk reassures them of their worth and makes a promise to speak with them more often, about feelings, life events, memories, whatever is needed at the moment. Though regrets and insecurities are natural, they won’t let Chara suffer in silence. Chara is glad that this human was the one to wake them up, and overtime they become a support in return as well. Nothing is perfect but at least they aren’t alone.

[night-dark-woods]

[ID: A 5 page lineless digital comic in a realistic style. The illustrations are colored at the beginning and end with deep greens, and in the middle with rich reds, yellows, and browns. page 1: A salmon swims along in green water, shown in all the stages of its life, then a top-down view of a waterfall with salmon jumping up it, then schools of salmon in a yellow stream. Text over these images reads, "I have so many questions about salmon migration. I wonder what it feels like. A kind of fervor? A kind of fear? Or just another bodily obligation? Is it like finding your home or losing your mind?" page 2: A bear walks through a forest, followed by a close-up of its open mouth, teeth bared. Text reads, "Do they know where they're going? Do they realize they won't be coming back?" Then there is a circle split in two, the top half is the earth as seen from space, with lines showing the magnetic field, and the bottom half is a red salmon egg with a visible embryo. Text reads, "We've found that even after generations of landlocked life, salmon can still navigate by magnetic field. Do fish experience longing?" page 3: Three panels of salmon swimming up a yellow river. Text reads, "Do they celebrate the familiar routes of their rivers? Do they recognize the same consuming pull in one another? It's impossible to imagine they can't tell they're dying. page 4: A detailed fish skeleton in butter-yellow crosses a matching crescent moon on a black background, the colors inverted where they overlap. Rust-colored outlines of fish scales fall to pieces in the background. Text reads, "Maybe it's like falling apart, being laid bare before the world, illuminated inside and out, and finally known the way we were always meant to be known. Maybe it's like silence." page 5: Tree roots grow down through stones and earth, then layers of strata, transitioning into a view of the sea floor, then looking up through a sunlit kelp forest colored in shades of green. A school of salmon swims in the distance. Text reads, "When the trees drink their bodies at last... I wonder if they taste the ocean." /end ID]

the dubious philosophy of salmon

[ser-rctslcyer]

The seaside 🌊 - What are things/aesthetics/feelings (Obscure or mundane) that remind you of your f/o in particular?

Sunlit sea☀️ - What nicknames or terms of endearment does your f/o use for you, and which are your favorites?

Moonlit sea 🌙 - What nicknames or terms of endearment do you use for your f/o, and which ones are their favorite?

for william, moon boys, & eddie 💞

Buckle up because this is a long one!!!

The seaside 🌊 - What are things/aesthetics/feelings (Obscure or mundane) that remind you of your f/o in particular?

Well it would be weird if I didn't say it but anytime I look at a deck of cards I think of him. The usual plain white and red decks remind me of him the most and I feel always tempted to get an extra pack just for him, even though he's has "a perfectly fine and useable" one already.

As weird as it sounds, white noise reminds me of William. Just hearing everything whirring around, reminds me of how often we spend our time together, sitting in silence and just soaking up each other. Even on our bad days, just being in the same room with one another and letting the vibrations from the ac bounce and echo over the room is also quite nice.

Sunlit sea☀️ - What nicknames or terms of endearment does your f/o use for you, and which are your favorites?

He's doesn't tend to use nicknames frequently, as he's still adjusting to having someone who cares in his life. Though when he does, he uses Day-Day, which makes my little heart sing. I was never sure if he would use my childhood nickname, but after one nice night out and trying to get ready for bed when I was a little too amped, he blurted it out. It took me by surprise, but I couldn't stop grinning and begging him to say it again.

He's the same way with terms of endearments and those are thrown out sometimes when we're out, mostly in private though and doing other personal things. He only uses two, which are baby and love, and honestly I couldn't tell you which I love more. Every time he calls me one of them, I can't help but to smile.

Moonlit sea 🌙 - What nicknames or terms of endearment do you use for your f/o, and which ones are their favorite?

He was the kid that got nicknames even though he never wanted them but no one ever stopped, so he's got a bit of resentment to them. La Linda and Cirk only get a pass because they're his real friends. The one and only nickname I get to use is Will, which he loves, especially when I hold him or have my hands in his curls.

(To be honest, I think sometimes his name may trigger him since ya know his full legal name was used to ruin his entire image and I just don't think he wants to be called it often. I think its why in the movies, he lets La Linda call him any other name under the sun and why he tenses up when Cirk knows who he is; because it's something he's actively trying to avoid)

The seaside 🌊 - What are things/aesthetics/feelings (Obscure or mundane) that remind you of your f/o in particular?

Marc - Button-up shirts, mainly plain solid color ones in dark blues, greys and blacks. Hoodies as well because Marc eventually started picking more clothes out for himself, he found hoodies make him feel the most comfortable. Also my guitar (which i probably don't remember how to play before you ask).

Jake - Jake has an affinity to reading almost akin to Steven, but he reads more horror, sci-fi and comic books. He's got his own comic collection going, and we often swap and share stuff we're reading just to see if the other is into it. We 100% had our own little book club over Mary Shelley's Frankenstein because why the fuck not.

gloves/books (horror/comic/sci-fi)/

Steven - All my journals and pens because Steven and I collect a lot of journals we swear we'll use. We also just have a bit of an addiction to collecting pens we find are good, look cool, etc. There's also my LOTR Extended Edition Boxset, because we often put that on and just relax with one another.

Sunlit sea☀️ - What nicknames or terms of endearment does your f/o use for you, and which are your favorites?

Marc - He must call me baby and I absolutely adore him using it. He doesn't feel the need to use anything too far out or sappy.

Jake - There's a plethora of names he uses for me, some of which seem a little offensive but he means it in a playful way. His favorites are cariño and sweetheart and I love each interchangeably.

Steven - He calls me 'his Day-delion' and although that nickname came from not my brightest middle school moment (i had a dandelion shoved into my mouth) the way he says it, is too adorable for me not to enjoy it. He'll call me baby or love and I adore when he calls me love.

Moonlit sea 🌙 - What nicknames or terms of endearment do you use for your f/o, and which ones are their favorite?

Marc - I love showering him in all different types of pet names and Marc suffers because too much affection makes his brain melt. I often call him baby, pretty boy, sweetcheeks, to which he flusters at.

Jake - Now he doesn't get too flustered from pet names like baby but hon or honey sure does get him. I think it because he's always invested in older shows and those terms of endearment make he feel like he's living his best normal domestic life. Sometimes I will call him Jake-baby and for some reason he adores that.

Steven - There's a lot of cutesy ones I use for him because I love hearing his little laugh every time I use a new one or one he enjoys. His favorites I use are cutiepie, darling, and angel.

The seaside 🌊 - What are things/aesthetics/feelings (Obscure or mundane) that remind you of your f/o in particular?

All my dragon statues remind me of Eddie. The sheer amount of DnD we talk with one another and also talk about fantasy is probably why it does. He enjoys my little collection of dragon things, even the old clay pot I made when I was in elementary school/

Sunlit sea☀️ - What nicknames or terms of endearment does your f/o use for you, and which are your favorites?

He constantly refers to me as Day-Day to anyone because he finds the nickname very very cute. Will use it with his puppy eyes to convince me about whatever batshit idea he might be having.

He does call me baby, sweetheart and hottie and he's very playful about it which is cute.

Moonlit sea 🌙 - What nicknames or terms of endearment do you use for your f/o, and which ones are their favorite?

He does not like his full name being used ever which is what he told me a few months into our friendship. He wasn't very keen at first for any sorta nicknames until I called him Eds once and then he wants to hear it all the time. Edbear he also enjoys for how silly it sounds but he guess it fits him (and I very much agree).

He loves to be showered in endearments and I love giving him every one. There's a bunch we go through but I mainly use sweetheart, babyboy/girl, sweetpea, and little demon when he's being an absolute terror. He loves babyboy/girl and sweetpea the most!.