#and beta has been working on drawing the twins

[localplaguenurse]

Spoilers for the end of As Gold as the Ginkgo Trees but because E anon requested it, this is a rough family tree for reader’s family

I would’ve made an actual diagram but I just... Didn’t feel like it atm, I’ve been pretty tired all day. Also the colour coordination is just for funsies and to sorta differentiate.

So first and foremost, we have Jin Hua (wifey's mom who passed during childbirth), and then we have Huang Xing (wifey's dad who passed when they were twelve). There is also our absolute beloved Li Lei who was helping raise wifey as they grew up, and then fully took them under her wing after dad passed away.

Wifey and Zhongli are self explanatory

Children birth order + mini descriptions (sorta, most of them are personal interpretation, but all of them have amber/gold eyes and are around or just under six feet tall)

Yánjiāng: P much looks like Zhongli except he doesn’t have the ponytail

Lihua: Also looks very similar to Zhongli, VERY long hair in a half updo with a lotus hairpin, she’s also trans

Zhusha: She pretty much looks like however you think reader looks

Yaling and Feng (twins): Also look very similar to reader but with subtle differences, Yaling has glasses and she is shorter despite Feng being the younger twin

I don’t go into specifics on grandkids or the spouses of the children because that’s a lot of babies and names (why did I do this) but: Yánjiāng has three kids and one grandchild, Lihua has adopted three children, Zhusha has none, Yaling has one child, and Feng has two children (Heng and Mei, the two kids in the mooncake scene)

Shoutout also Li Lei's gf Lin Xiu

If Cheng Gho wasn't a wretched woman she could've been wifey's grandma but NO she had to be a massive c***

[marchy-emmet]

Beta Submas HCs!

I've been turning them into an entire AU or something lately, so here goes nothing:

They're a lot less "formal" than their finalized counterparts are. They literally constructed some of the floors in Gear Station to be pink with patterns all over them. (This is based on a clip shown where the in-game floors, unfinished I assume, looked exactly like this.)

THEY'RE INSOMNIACS!! They have a terrible tendency to goof off late at night before going to work the next morning. This slightly affects their performance in battle… and they claim to "make up" for this sleep on their days off.

They are verrrrry snuggly with each other. More physically attached as twins than their finalized versions; often hook onto each other's arms. They sometimes march in the subway like this -- arms hooked and swinging their legs in sync! Additionally, they're very smiley, with this version of Ingo slipping smiles more often.

Emmet has lighter colored pupils than Ingo. (This makes no sense in the real world but roll with it-)

Ingo often shares bakery items and sweet cookies with Emmet, though Emmet won't eat as much of it as his brother. On top of his insomnia, Emmet's body clock is horrible, and he must be reminded to eat something.

Their personalities aren't entirely different from finalized Submas, but they do have quirks that differentiate them. Ingo will punch a lot of jokes and stim out of sheer hyperactivity more often, and Emmet can occasionally get loud when he's too excited.

And I will likely post / draw more of them in the future~ I love seeing Submas in different colors and going, "OOH! DIFFERENT VERSION OF BLORBO!"

[rambleonwaywardson]

10/10

A To the Moon and Back "drabble"

Author's note: My lovely beta reader hit me with a pickup line today, and then I wrote this for the gay space boys. The same silly line, over a decade apart ❤

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It’s about 11pm on October 10th, and Gale has been at his desk for hours. Literally. He even ate dinner at his desk sometime around 8:00, and he hasn’t gotten up since then either. Bucky managed to sneak a couple pieces of pizza out of the dining hall for him after he didn’t give into the pleas of “Come on Gale, just take a break for thirty minutes.”

Gale doesn’t particularly want to know how Bucky got the pizza out of the dining hall without being seen by the staff, or what said pizza may have touched in the process. It wasn’t much, and it was cold by the time Bucky made it back, but it made Gale’s stomach stop growling enough to get back to work.

He’s had to pee for a while, but he keeps just kinda forgetting to actually get up and walk down the hall to the bathroom, too focused on the equations running through his head. He’s sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest, his toes curled over the edge of his dorm-standard wooden chair, his sweatshirt sleeve pulled over the hand he isn’t writing with and a pencil gripped too tight in the other. Crumpled pieces of notebook paper litter the floor around him.

He’s jumped from task to task over the last several hours: fighting with C++ in Programming for Aerospace Systems to cramming for his Modern Physics exam to solving a problem set for mechanics II. That’s just how midterm season is.

Gale, for some fucking godforsaken reason, decided to throw himself into one of the most demanding majors the university has to offer, and that means that he doesn’t actually have a “midterm season” or whatever. His midterms start about three weeks into the semester and end about two weeks before finals, with a rise in intensity during October. Like a bell curve, where the median represents the peak of Gale’s exhaustion.

His own handwriting is starting to swim in front of him now. There’s too many variables on this damn piece of paper, and he’s the one who neatly wrote them beneath the problem that he copied down from the textbook. The stepped shaft is subjected to cyclic bending due to a transverse shear stress varying from neg to pos 3.5kN. He has a sketched drawing of the problem on the paper in front of him, with diameters, radii, and forces labeled. He needs to determine the safety factor, which means he has to find the moment of inertia and the bending moment of the cut in order to find the nominal and maximum bending stress – sigma nom and sigma max – and then he has to use those to find…

Fuck. 

This should not be that hard. It’s not that hard. He’s done this kind of problem dozens of times now. He’s got it drawn out. He just needs to… he needs to… fuck what even is ‘k’???

Maybe Bucky was right when he told him he needed to give it a rest an hour ago. He feels like his head is stuck in quicksand and he can’t even remember how he got as far into the problem as he has, and his brain just doesn’t like what he needs to do next and he can’t get himself to write out the next equation.

He flicks his pencil out of his hand so it rolls to the back of the desk, knocking into a framed photograph of him and Marge, and he drops his forehead onto his knee with a thunk.

He feels so fucking stupid.

“Hey Buck?”

“Mmm?” Gale doesn’t even look up at the sound of Bucky’s voice. His roommate – wait, boyfriend, now. John is his boyfriend now – has been sitting on the twin bed opposite Gale’s, watching a movie on mute on the too-small TV set up on top of their mini fridge.

“Are you today’s date?”

Gale sighs and lifts his head, looking at Bucky with an unamused arched eyebrow. He is not in the mood for jokes or unnecessary questions. But Bucky’s smile is bright, and it makes that little ‘I have a boyfriend!’ piece of Gale’s heart flutter despite himself.

“What?” he asks.

“Are you today’s date?” Bucky repeats. “‘Cause you’re a ten outta ten.”

Gale blushes and looks shyly away from Bucky, wrapping his arms tighter around his legs even though the position is becoming uncomfortable. He hides his smile against his knee.

Bucky isn’t deterred, though. He throws himself off the bed and kneels on the floor in front of Gale, movie forgotten. He’s shirtless, even though it’s freezing in their dorm right now, and his curls are a mess. Gale knows that if he looks at him his blush will only get brighter. But Bucky brushes back Gale’s hair and urges him to look at him anyway. “Get it?” he asks, flashing that dorky smile.

Gale rolls his eyes, but he leans into Bucky’s touch, warm fingers pressed to his cheek. “Yeah, John. I get it.”

“Good,” Bucky says. And he kisses him.

—

It’s about 9pm on October 10th, and Gale has been sitting on a stool next to the pool table for a good hour now. Jackie mixed him some non-alcoholic drink that she called ‘the Cleven,’ something special since he’s getting married tomorrow, she told him. He doesn’t even know what’s in it, but it’s damn good, and he’s on his second glass of the night. The whole wedding party is in town, even their old Air Force buddies, and everyone is gathered at the Hundred Proof. Gale, John, Marge, and Curt argued at length about whether or not they should have two separate bachelor parties – Bucky referring to Gale’s as the bachelorette party the whole time – but since their attendants are all about equally good friends with both of them, they decided to bring everyone together for the night instead.

A decade of friendships and found family consolidated into one, cacophonous room.

Curt, Brady, John, and Rosie are playing pool, Gale having played a couple games himself before losing interest. It’s a game his dad loved – a bit too much just like everything else – and therefore a game that Gale himself never cared for. But being able to shoot pool is basically a requirement of the USAF and JSC families, so he’s learned to like it well enough.

The guys have all had a few drinks, and their technique is getting messier the more games they play. The other wedding attendants have been rotating in and out; Marge and Helen really gave Murph and Crank hell last game. As usual, people are playing darts behind Gale or gathering around the pool table to watch the game, dancing to the music playing through the bar or snacking or drinking or just talking and hanging out. It’s been nice to catch up with the guys they haven’t seen in a while.

Sitting on the stool, Gale leans back against the wall behind him and laughs as Rosie completely misses a shot, collapsing forward onto the pool table in embarrassment. Inwardly, though, Gale’s feeling increasingly nervous as the night goes on, and he’s a little mad about it. He was talking to Croz and Alex, but they headed off to get more drinks from the bar, leaving him to his own devices as he watches the others descend further into mild chaos. He mindlessly wipes his thumb over the side of his glass, smearing the condensation.

He’s getting married tomorrow.

He’s getting married tomorrow.

To a man that he’s been in love with for half of his life.

And then his new husband is launching himself off the planet.

To the moon.

He’ll be the first man to step on the moon in 50 years.

And Gale will be… here. Just… hoping nothing goes wrong.

There’s too many thoughts running around his head, and he almost wishes he were halfway to drunk like everyone else just to clear them out. He’s getting married tomorrow. That’s nerve wracking enough on its own even if he’s been looking forward to this day for the better part of a decade. And add onto that the whole moon thing? What if something happens to Orion? What if something happens to Starship? What if something happens to John’s EVA suit? What if…

“Hey angel!”

“Mmm?” Gale blinks at the sound of Bucky’s voice cutting through the grime of his catastrophizing brain. He rubs a hand tiredly over his face and looks around.

His boyfriend – no, fiancé, nearly husband – is at the other end of the pool table, leaning against it with the end of his pool cue resting on the floor beside him like a staff. He’s putting more chalk on the tip, but his eyes are right on Gale. “Are you today’s date?” 

Gale sighs and crosses his arms, resting his half-empty glass against his bicep. “What?”

“Are you today’s date?” Bucky repeats, handing the chalk to Curt. The other guys all stifle a laugh. “‘Cause you’re a ten outta ten.”

Gale rolls his eyes, but he can’t stop the blush that colors his cheeks or the way the corner of his mouth pulls up into a smile. He tries to hide it behind his drink, taking a sip of whatever concoction Jackie’s given him. But Bucky’s dorky, love-struck smile is the same as it’s always been, and the ‘I’m getting married tomorrow!’ part of Gale’s heart jumps a little bit.

“Get it?” Bucky asks as he wanders over towards Gale, leaning the pool cue against the wall so he can use both hands to pull Gale up off the stool.

Gale doesn’t protest when his fiancé’s hands find his waist, and he lets the touch ground him. “Yeah, Bucky, I get it.”

“Good,” Bucky whispers. And he kisses him.

[emeritusemeritus]

Vulnera Sanentur [Weasley Twins x Reader]

Part 11

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Title: Vulnera Sanentur

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley {established relationship} mentions of Snape x Reader.

Timeline: DH1&2- Initially set during the battle of the seven potters. Canon and certain plot points have been altered for the needs of the story.

Summary: The battle of the seven Potters throws your world into chaos when one of your boyfriend’s is cursed. As Snape’s ex-potions assistant and previous protégée, you recognise the inflicted curse immediately and demand answers from your mentor.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of war and Voldy, descriptions of injury and blood, descriptive smut, p in v sex, shower sex, tension. Outside sex. Semi public sex. None sexual nudity. Crying. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Arguments. Probably some cursing. Mentions of nightmares. Reader is part of the Order of the Phoenix. Mentions of death (Dumbledore). Mentions of Tonks’ pregnancy. On it got a angsty. So much angst I can’t tag it all. Not spellchecked nor beta read, we die like Madeye.

Only a few more chapters left to go now. This one hurt my Severus loving heart🖤

It's cold and dark in your mind but your body feels like it's on fire, trapped in an inferno that won't end. You'd scream if you could but you're trapped, rendered silent and frozen as your insides blaze without reprieve. Your suffering continues though you fight through it, ploughing on even with a pain-clouded mind and blurry vision as the blood continues to pour from your body.

You try and focus your eyes upon your opponent, forcing yourself to look harder and be stronger, using what little power you have left to continue to fight.

Nagini is hissing wildly, her huge, thick body roiling on the floor as if she's under the cruciatus curse, pain consuming her. There's a sound emitting from her that sounds ungodly, a mixture between a hiss and a scream that makes you feel as if your own throat is burning through the awful sound. Her body vibrates, continuing to convulse on the floor and you take a moment to back away, stumbling backwards as you slide across the floor, not realising until that moment that you'd fallen to your knees. The sharp rubble slices at your hands but you don't feel it, your mind screaming at you knowing you needed to get a safe distance away.

You fix your wand upon the multiple, horrifying gashes in Nagini's body, leaking both blood and black liquid which had mixed together to form the most grotesque sight you could fathom. The skin around her wounds was quickly turning black and your consciousness was fading in and out though you fought to pull every ounce of strength from yourself to focus. Taking steadying breaths, you think of Severus, the dear friend you had lost, feeling more than ever that you needed him right now.

"Vulnera Sanentur, Vulnera Sanentur, Vulnera Sanentur."

You drag your wand across her skin, watching at the lines on her body heal but not completely. It draws the black liquid out of her slowly, like pulling an invisible thread out and you watch in relief as the wounds begin to lose their black hue.

You were weak, much weaker than you hoped to be and you knew with little consolation that you might not be able to get out of this, your own blood still dripping onto the floor by your feet. Your eyes were closing on their own accord, exhaustion overcoming you no matter how hard you fought.

You dragged your wand over your own skin now, trying desperately to stop the blood flow, seeing the black venom infecting the deep gashes on your arm. The incantation was weak but you managed to draw the black venom out of your arm, just. The wounds were far from closed but the blood flow had slowed and that was all you could do.

It hadn't worked. Nagini was still a snake, not the woman you'd had seen in your mind; nothing you had done had worked. You forced yourself in your last moments to think of your boyfriends, their infectious laughter and gorgeous smiles. A loop of memories played in your mind, a montage of favourite moments together throughout the years. The first time you met, the first kisses, the last kisses and everything in between. They had each other, you reasoned, feeling a slither of peace at that very fact, knowing that whatever happened to you, they wouldn't be alone.

Your eyes briefly opened again upon hearing a haunting sound, a hissing that only increases with volume and intensity, immediately causing you to enter an internal fight or flight reaction though your body was still paralysed with exhaustion. Your mind takes a few moments to realise exactly what is happening as you register the figures of two people nearby, their outlines becoming clearer with each passing moment as your vision cleared, though you couldn't hold your eyes open for long.

Ron and Hermione.

You were encased around the large, wrapped trunk of Nagini's body, though you felt no pressure on your limbs, no constriction. The snake was wildly hissing at Ron and Hermione who were trying to approach you with horrified eyes, their wands fixed upon the snake with conviction. She was protecting you.

"Ron no! If you miss, you'll hit y/n!" Hermione wailes, tugging on his arm which had his wand aimed at Nagini. He looked furious, more angry than you'd ever seen him, a look in his eyes which showed he was out for revenge. The snake hisses in fury at Ron, sensing his intentions and gives a warning snap of it's head, showing the vicious fangs to warn them away. You can only see the side profile but even from your limited view, the blood covered fangs and healed but visible gashes across her body were a terror inducing sight.

Closing your eyes, you tried to connect to Nagini, finding nothing in the darkness behind your eyes. You're exhausted, both mentally and physically but you push harder, searching deeper and further in your mind for any sign of the snake, but there's nothing, the connection had been broken.

You open your eyes, feeling it easier now as the light no longer hurts your eyes, finding strength in the knowledge that something had changed, something must have worked.

You shift slightly, attempting to think of ways to get out of Nagini's hold and almost instantly she senses your movement. You reach blindly for your wand but feel nothing, preparing yourself for the imminent attack, but nothing comes. Instead, she unfurls herself from around you and with one last vicious hiss in Ron and Hermione's direction, she turns to you, watching you carefully as she peels her body away from yours, shifting to lie between you and your friends. You don't break her gaze, eyeing her carefully with the knowledge that she might attack the second you looked away.

You look into her eyes and see the woman staring back at you in your mind, looking frightened and lost, her eyes drawing you in. You feel compelled to explain, though she may not understand and there's no denying that the truth could cause her to attack, the uncertain nature of the serpentine creature only making you more afraid.

"You know don't you, what needs to be done," you say gently, still looking into her eyes. She continues to look at you and there's a momentary pause that passes where she doesn't respond in anyway, making you feel foolish for trying to communicate with the snake. She suddenly shifts her head and you immediately throw up your hand to stop Ron from moving forward as he prepares to lurch towards you, wand still aimed at the snake threateningly, his grip so tight you can see that his fingers have turned white. Her head slowly nods, though it's minuscule in movement.

There's a brief flash of embarrassment you feel at connecting this way with a creature but you sense that she can understand you completely.

"If there was another way," you begin to say but the rest of the words catch in your throat. Truthfully, you didn't know any other way of how to save her, of how to kill the Horcrux inside her without her perishing. Her head sinks to the floor, near your leg and suddenly she doesn't feel like a threat anymore. You sit there for some time, not knowing how to proceed, feeling like you'd reached an impasse.

All it took was a large bang out in the courtyard for the temporary armistice to be broken. Ron ran to the main doors just around the corner to look at what had caused the crash and he looked horrified as he explained with difficulty that Harry and Voldemort were duelling. It had to be now.

You turned to Nagini and noticed almost instantly how her demeanour had changed, her eyes no longer conveying any of the sadness or understanding, but instead looked cold and hardened. Her body had tensed and her tail had curled into her body tighter, all signs of alarming defensiveness. You understood immediately; the Horcrux within her was sensing her master only metres away. She could sense his danger, the treat to his life, which meant that the Horcrux within her, the slither of Voldemort's soul was also in danger.

Time seemed to slow as you realised too late the danger you were in, your proximity to the seemingly possessed snake putting you in imminent peril, especially without a wand. You ran, scrambling away until you backed up towards the wall, looking for some way of hiding, dragging Hermione with you so that she would be safe. It was like the predator in her had awoken, the last semblance of humanity drained from her mind as her body tenses, her body stiffening as she prepared to attack. You were defenceless and Hermione only had mere seconds to adjust to you throwing her back, as Ron leapt forward to protect her before Nagini lunged.

You watched at the snake flew through the air, her mouth wide open and blood soaked mouth hurtling towards you with an unstoppable force. You force yourself to think of your beloved boyfriends a s of your lost friend, desperately clinging to the love you'd received throughout your life as you waited for the attack.

But no pain came. Your eyes had closed on their own accord and you opened them tentatively to see a billowing cloud of black smoke rising in the air, clearing slowly to show the figure of Neville, bloodied and panting hard, the sword of Gryffindor in his hands. He'd done it, the very last Horcrux was dead.

Ron and Hermione held on to each other for the longest time, the near death experience pulling them closer together. You looked at Neville and leapt to your feet, throwing your arms around him. He stumbled briefly having not anticipated your embrace but held strong, wrapping his spare arm around you as you hugged him in both celebration and appreciation.

Then, you saw the translucent figure of a woman before you . It was the very same woman you'd seen in your mind, through the connection with Nagini. She was beautiful, the contrast of her dark hair and pale skin looked vibrant once again. The spirit's connection was brief, lingering just long enough for her to nod once at you, bowing her hair before she disappeared. You had done it, her spirit had been freed. The spell, your blood, mixed with hers and the venom really had worked.

You turned to Hermione and Ron, pulling away from Neville and found them to be staring at the exact spot where she hovered only moments ago, clearly having seen exactly what you had.

"Harry."

That one word prompted you all to run around the corridor and out into the courtyard, reminded that Harry was duelling the dark Lord with no assistance. You expected to see a myriad of lights and colour, the two powerful figures mid combat as each opponent fought for what they thought was right. Instead, you found Harry alone, stood in the crumbled courtyard clutching both his wand and the elder wand, staring down at the mythical hallow in amazement. He'd done it. He'd won. You'd all won.

Ron and Hermione ran towards him, embracing with triumphant glory, each of them pleased to be alive after facing their opponent head on. Neville fist bumped the air in celebration and limped quickly off back towards the main building, no doubt alerting the others that Voldemort had been defeated.

You stood alone, feeling suddenly overcome with emotions that you hadn't anticipated, conflicted to your very core. You felt a massive surge of relief of course, wanting nothing more than to celebrate alongside the trio and everyone else. But you felt sad and a little lost. You felt for everyone that had lost their lives in the battle, the damage that had been caused, for little teddy who had lost both of his loving parents in a single night and for Severus, who had died in your arms, a spoil of war.

But then you remembered the tear. The memory he had given you in his last moments. You looked upon the trio once more, seeing them rightfully still embracing and celebrating their win and with one last glance, you slipped back inside the castle and walked straight towards the headmasters office before anyone could stop you. You couldn't wait to get back to Fred and George, to be wrapped in their arms and back with everyone you loved, no longer having to feel fear or doom but this had to be done first, you needed answers and closure from the only person that could give you that.

Approaching the gargoyle staircase, you thought of that night so long ago when you'd slipped in to the castle and confronted Severus about George's injury. You thought of your anger, your resentment and your confusion that your friend and mentor could have done this to the man you loved, particularly as you approached the main doors, remembering how you had barged in the last time.

The office was largely undamaged, with only a few books and glass cases smashed on the floor from the attack. The pensieve pulled out automatically s you stepped further into the room, crossing the threshold with a nervous trepidation that made you pause, pulling the vial out of your pocket and holding it out with shaky hands.

You poured in the tear and watched as it swirled down, a bright white cloud of billowing smoke within the water, drawing you in. You took a deep breath and submerged your face into the tepid water,  watching as the cloud parted and dispersed, forming into figures that you recognised immediately. Severus and Dumbledore. They were in the very office your body was suspended in, Dumbledore sat at his desk with Severus stood before him, attempting to walk out.

"Don't ignore me, Severus," Dumbledore says, causing the potions master to pause in the doorway. "We both know Lord Voldemort has ordered the Malfoy boy to murder me. But should he fail, one should presume the dark Lord will turn to you."

Severus stands resolute, looking upon Dumbledore with a blank expression. "You must be the one to kill me, Severus. It's the only way. Only then will the dark Lord trust you completely."

You watch as Snape's face drops subtly, his eyes expressing a hesitancy and pain that is almost palpable. The vision flickers and you see Snape shushing Harry in what you know to be the astronomy tower before the image of Dumbledore's falling body briefly flickers across your vision, the killing curse uttered by Snape ringing in your ears. The vision then flickers back to their meeting in the office, Dumbledore's weak and tired eyes imploring Severus.

"There will come a time when Harry Potter must be told something. But you must wait until Voldemort is at his most vulnerable."

"Must be told what?" Severus' deep baritone voice calls out, a frustration and element of concern in his tone.

The vision suddenly changes again and you watch as Severus enters the broken house you'd recognised from your trip to Godric's Hollow on Christmas Eve. You watched as he walked across the debris covered landing and caught sight of Lily dead on the floor, the infant Harry wailing in his cot only yards away.

"On the night Lord Voldemort went to Godric's Hollow to kill Harry, and Lily Potter cast herself between them, the curse rebounded."

You can feel the affection he felt for Lily with the sound of her name, and then the devastation and pain at discovering her body on the floor in the nursery. It's gut wrenching and crippling to feel everything he felt and you now understood that he had loved her, he had loved Lily Potter.

"When that happened, a part of Voldemort's soul latched itself onto the only living thing it could find, Harry himself." Dumbledore has begun walking down the platform steps in his office, his legs weak and his frame looking frailer than ever as you see his blackened hand, the curse from a Horcrux.

"There's a reason Harry can speak with snakes. There's a reason he can look into Lord Voldemort's mind. A part of Voldemort lives inside him."

"So when the time comes," Severus says, squinting at Albus who has reared closer to him now, the tension in the room growing increasingly denser and thick. "The boy must die?"

"Yes."

"You've kept him alive so that he can die at the proper moment," Severus accuses, his tone suddenly much harsher, "you've been raising him like a pig for slaughter."

"Don't tell me now you've grown to care for the boy?"

Then you see him look out of the window, the darkness in the sky only further proof that this was conversation had late at night, in complete secrecy. You watch as Severus casts the patronus charm and a familiar glowing doe whips around the room before exiting through the glass, the illuminated spot fading as it disappears further into the sky.

"And y/n, you have grown to care for her too?" Albus asks. You watch as Severus becomes instantly more defensive, his eyes squinting and mouth opening before closing rather harshly, his chest puffing.

"That is none of your concern," he answers in a deadpan way, his eyes averted to a spot on the wall where the portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black hangs.

"But Severus it is, do you not see that she is involved?"

Snape's head whips round quicker than a flash until he's staring back into Albus' eyes with a fierce glare, though beneath the stare is concern and worry.

Flashes of yourself appear in Snape's memory, a strange thing to have seen memories you yourself had but from the other perspective. You see yourself in your sixth year, singled out in his vision as he watches you work, creating a batch of what you remember to be Sleeping Draught in class. The next memory shows the following week, your meeting in his office, seeing you smile and laugh as his deep chuckle fills your ears. You see as different memories merge together of you working together, annotating his books and transcribing his notes, the visions of you shifting to memories you had never known, of Severus watching you and glancing at you when you weren't paying attention. You can feel a warmth again to these memories, feeling the affection he felt for you, as if you were able to experience it exactly how he had, much like the memories of Lily.

"You said that you would protect her! You said by making her my apprentice it would shield her from his notice!"

"The dark Lord may be unaware of her prowess but I fear her connection to the Weasley's will have attracted the attention of her peers." There's a flash of you, Fred and George sat in the great hall from Snape's perspective at the top table, he sees you laughing and resting your head on Fred's shoulder, though the memory is brief.

"There's little I can do, Severus. They will need her," Albus says with conviction.

The memory shifts again before your eyes and you see Severus sat alone in his office, his corporeal patronus dancing wildly around the room as he binds together pieces of what you recognise to be the Lebetum, the misted glass opened as he summons the doe inside. He thinks of you, your laughter playing like a melody in your own ears and there's a brief moment where you can smell the scent of your hair as you watch the words 'Expecto Dominum Meum' appear across the black device just as you had experienced many times before.

There's a brief memory that flashes and you watch as Severus pulls a book from his bookshelf in what you assume to be his home, followed by him using the book as a glossary as he translates his words whilst writing. The next memory cuts in of you receiving the book from him, his deep voice speaking over the memory that you will need this to translate and transcribe his newest paper, handing you the book of Latin phrases and texts.

"You love her," Albus' voice cuts through and you watch as Dumbledore and Snape are stood on a cliff top somewhere, the exchange between the pair is rife with tension.

"Yes," he says, his deep voice speaking matter of factly.

"You've protected her all you can," Albus says, perhaps slightly gentler now.

"It's not enough," he says, his black sleeved arms wrapping around himself, turning to look out into the distance. You know he's thinking about you, and of Lily, the two women he felt he'd lost, slipping between their fingertips. "It will never be enough." He reaches into his pocket and thrusts the black device of his own creation that he'd pulled from within the folds of his cloak into the older man's wrinkled hands, who gapes at it for a moment, a frown pulling between his eyebrows.

"Severus, you can't possibly," Albus begins speaking but he's cut off when Snape looks up from the Lebetum with an expression you had so often seen, the fixed, harsh stare that told whomever he was speaking to that he would answer no questions nor explain further, his word absolute.

"Until my heart stops beating. With hope, even after."

The memory fades and the smoke like memory disappears into the water until it's no longer visible. You pull out of the water and sink to your knees, sitting on the bottom stone step of the desk platform, gathering your thoughts.

You sobbed uncontrollably, chest and shoulders heaving with the effort as you let every bit of pain consume you, every emotion you'd tried to hold back from the moment you left Bill's wedding and everyone behind in your hunt for the Horcruxes, realising that you had been played like a pawn in a game of wizards chess. You cried for your lost friend, knowing now that he loved you. You cried for everything that could have been, for how he'd protected you the whole way through without knowing, for the pain you felt at being so close but so far away from Fred and George, for the months spent pining for them, for the horrors you'd seen and what you'd been through.

You gasped for breath between your sobs, clutching your arms around yourself as you rocked gently, feeling entirely consumed by pain. You should feel victorious and triumphant, celebrating with everyone else in the castle but you couldn't face it, not when you felt so far away from yourself.

Your thoughts were consumed with Severus and what you'd seen in his memories and you wondered if you'd loved him too. You loved Fred and George, that was evident to everyone around you and to yourself but you'd never considered the piece of your heart that had remained with Severus, realising much too late that you had loved him too. Maybe not in the same way that you did the twins but it was undeniable that there was something there much stronger than friendship alone.

Your sobs had subsided eventually and you sat on the cold stone with a vacant expression, gaze fixed upon an uninteresting spot on the floor. You felt drained in every sense of the word; your mind was slowly going blank, unable to string two solid thoughts together as the mental and emotional strain took its toll on you. Your body felt weak and broken, pain and soreness now evident in your injured body, feeling the full effects of your shoulder injury and the cuts on your arm. You look down at the deep gashes on your arm and begin to slowly peel your jacket away, cringing and wincing as the dried blood around the cuts rips away having connected your jacket to the broken skin.

You cast a healing spell on the cuts but it's weak, knowing that you couldn't perform the correct incantation as much as you wanted to, your body too exhausted and drained. You pondered, just for a moment, the irony of the cuts on your arm. The spell created by your mentor intended to inflict pain for those he hated, but instead inflicted upon the woman he loved to free her from her torment.

You sat for a while thinking of the memories he'd shown you, realising now that all his words had made sense. He'd asked you to forgive him, telling you that one day you'd understand. He'd protected you when you needed it most, provided you with his own guardian in the form of a patronus and saved your life multiple times even from afar. He'd given you all the clues, the biggest of all being the book of Latin phrases, somehow knowing that it would be the key to surviving, putting his faith in your ability to decode it. He'd loved you. He was never a true destheater but had been the bravest man alive to act as a spy for the order, for the sake of everyone who seemingly hated him.

One thing had always bothered you, once singular piece of knowledge that had plagued you since the moment you'd been bequeathed with the Lebetum.

You stood slowly, throwing your jacket back over you to cover the scars and the wounds that littered your body and dusted yourself off, though it was a pointless effort as your clothes and skin were still stained with Severus' blood. You stepped towards the littering of books on the bookcase and tried to find the off-white leather book amongst the rows of text, hoping it was there. It wasn't. It was, however, laid on the desk, already open.

You searched through the glossary of words, alphabetically listed as you turned to the section you needed.

Lebetem, or Lebetum (noun) translates to Cauldron. A large metal pot used for brewing potions over an open fire. Can also refer to a situation characterised by strong emotions.

You felt gobsmacked by the revelation, realising that it was most likely a joke played by Severus, a little twist of humour he'd integrated in the the situation.

You then thought of the translation Mr Ollivander had given you of the text on the device, Expecto Dominum Meum, and his little chuckle when you explained that it was a Lebetum, realising now that it all made sense. He’d recognised you as Snape’s apprentice and had only chuckled when he pieced it all together.

Lebetum, Cauldron, a necessity of brewing potions.

Expecto Dominum Meum, I await my master.

I await my potions master.

You laughed out loud; an honest and very real laugh that you felt hadn't happened in such a long time. You'd been blind to it all this time, his intricacies never failing to amuse and astound you. You felt an immense sense of gratitude erupt from you and though you were naturally devastated that he was no longer here, nor were you able to thank him for everything he'd done, the Lebetum had done the trick to make you feel a little better, giving you humour in a time of sheer upset.

You wanted a shower desperately, a hot cup of tea and the comfort of your loved ones around you. You looked down at the book of Latin translations and smiled, touching your hand to the old pages before you walked away, feeling calmed.

You closed the doors to the office as you exited, casting one last glance at the intricacy of the wood and walked down the staircase, back towards the great hall where you hoped everyone was still gathered.

Bill spotted you first and leapt up from his seat to close the distance between you, pulling you into his chest. The unlikely friendship you'd forged during your time at shell cottage was entirely unexpected but welcome, his ability to make you feel at ease and protected was unparalleled, his role of big brother extending to you.

"Stop scaring me like that," he mutters and you can hear the slight smirk in his voice, making you chuckle. "Told you you were tough, wouldn't find me dead near a snake." You chuckle again and start to snark that Werewolves were fine but not snakes, but you're stopped as you see two near identical and very welcome faces waiting anxiously behind Bill. You pull apart, giving him one last smile before he slips back to sit beside Fleur at the table, allowing you to properly reunite with his brothers.

There's a singular beat that passes where you stand still, looking at them with a trepidation to your gaze. You felt guilty for leaving them alone, to fight your own battles without considering theirs. They both looked disheveled and dirty, eyes dark and tired and for the first time that night you no longer thought of your own exhaustion or torment.

Fred moves first and pulls you in for the tightest embrace he'd ever given, his hand holding your waist close to his body and his left hand cradling your head. He kisses you without abandon, uncaring and unashamed of anyone nearby as your emotion pours into the kiss, a thousand apologies and comforting words said silently between you. A tear falls from your left eye, overwhelmed by your official reconnection but he doesn't miss it, moving his thumb to swipe it away as he pulls his lips away from yours reluctantly, savouring the feel of your lips against his.

"I love you so much," he says, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead as he begins to rock you gently side to side. "You're never leaving again, you hear me? I can't ever be apart from you again." Another tear slips at his words and all you can do is nod in agreement, blindsided by the emotion and conviction of his words.

"Never again," you reply, reaching out to grab the material of his jacket, feeling as if he'd slip away if you let go. He senses this and presses one last kiss to your lips before pulling away and stepping aside, allowing George to scoop you up.

Fred and George were different in many ways but it was never more obvious to you than when you were in their arms. George always seemed taller somehow, your head not reaching as far up onto his shoulder as it did with Fred but it was equally as comforting to be pressed into the centre of his chest. His arms caged you and held you tightly, shoulders and breasts smushed against the hard plains of his body but you didn't care.

"Tell me it's over, Angel, please don't leave again."

His voice sounds broken and like a little boys, lost and afraid, a sound that breaks your heart. You pull away firmly, looking up into his gorgeous face.

"I'm staying right here, forever," you say, reaching up to touch his cheek as you lean up, making it clear that you want a kiss. He obliges immediately and kisses you with a passion and intensity you hadn't quite anticipated. His hand find yours and he holds on to you tightly, one large hand grabbed around your back as your right hand stays on his face.

Once the kiss ends, Fred steps back to join you both as both twins grab for you, your small frame between their much larger once's making you feel safe and secure. Eventually you are pulled away by Molly who can't wait any longer and you're smothered by her fussing until Arthur pulls her away with a knowing smile before he embraces you. Each person embraces you as you're passed around the group, feeling every ounce of love they give.

There's a moment where you and Harry look at each other before you embrace, a wordless question about your shared connections to darkness. You shake your head with a smile, telling him that your connection had been severed and he nods his head with the same mirrored look, both of you smiling widely as you realise that it was now just you, no longer plagued by another's emotions or memories. You throw your arms around his neck, both laughing as you finally feel the celebratory mood everyone else felt, now that you were back with the people you loved.

Ginny brought you a hot cup of tea from one of the little reserves that had been set up and you thanked her kindly, taking a seat in between Fred and George, in your rightful place. Instantly, their arms lock you into place with George's arm extending around your back and Fred's large hand covering your thigh, keeping you anchored to them. Everyone was laughing and joking, telling their own stories and as you looked around at your loved ones, though missing one important person; you felt happy.

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[rosypenguins]

would you like to dump all your thoughts, headcanons, rambles, and yaps about dom? (i luv letting people yap and i love dom)

Y-yeah I’d like that.

Most of my headcanons and rambles have already been drafted into future posts, so I’m just gonna yap about them for a lil bit lol.

I genuinely did not expect to get as attached to these twins as I did. Hell, I remember when their beta designs dropped, I thought they looked lame. But then the spin-off came out and I was like ‘oh, they’re alright actually’ and then I kept rewatching the episode because I’m cripplingly addicted to this show and slowly I just grew more and more fond of them. Dom specifically. (Faye’s amazing too but Dom hits different.)

And then the second episode came out, and I started thinking more and more about them, which spiraled into a million headcanons and a whole damn backstory and my gallery looking like this-

And I basically did to them what I did to Drew: I took all the pieces canon gave me and filled in the rest with my imagination to make two little scrimblos I can more easily write about and analyze. (Normal things hot girls do.✨)

And I find it funny how Dom has managed to capture my attention just as much as Drew has, when he’s probably a character Drew would bully like RELENTLESSLY. (I have two scenarios of this: one being Drew calling Dom’s sweater stupid and childish while Dom’s like “At least mines not all plain and basic!” and then they argue for like two minutes OR Drew actually gets to something Dom’s insecure about or says something like “Oh my God, could you shut up for once in your life? No one fucking cares what you have to say. You’re annoying and if you spent the rest of life with your mouth glued shut I doubt anyone would care. It’d be better off for everyone.” And Dom actually goes silent and then he’s like REALLY hesitant about saying anything for two weeks- wait I made myself sad writing that FUCK.)

ANYWAYS I genuinely don’t really know WHY I’m so attached to Dom right now. He’s literally just a carrot, with about 5 minutes of screen time. Half of his lines are about squirrels and birds, and yet I’d trade my DAMN SOUL for him. HE’S SO FUCKING CUTE. (Maybe it’s because of the lack of backstory and relative mystery. I love me a character I gotta piece together like a puzzle. Or maybe it’s his voice Ireallylikehisvoice-)

But yeah, I’m obsessed with him and it makes me really sad how I’ve barely been able to find any content of him. Like there’s literally no fanfiction, and barely any art. Which I guess makes sense, they’re supporting characters with not much to them, but still, it makes me sad. (BUT IM WORKING TO CHANGE THAT WITH MY FANFIC WIPS AND DRAWING DRAFTS!)

And it sucks too, because I doubt they’re gonna play much of a role in S2. They’re probably gonna fade into obscurity, and I’ll never be able to learn about their backstories or potential mental issues. (Which I ALSO HAVE A POST ABOUT-)

I think going forward, I’m gonna try and post a little more about Dom and Faye, at least for now. I’m still Drew blog obviously, Drew’s still my personality unfortunately, but I really want to try and use my blog to sort of promote them, I guess? I want to share what I see in them, and I want to feed the Dom and Faye fans that are just as starved as me.

Anyways TLDR: I just like Dom a lot. He deserves the world. (I say as I discreetly shove him into the blender of suffering turn it onto high.)

[00belle00lovely00]

*+_THEATER AND OG DAYCARE AU!_+* (PART 1)

(OK. THINGS FIRST, DO FORGIVE ME IF YOU SEE SUDEN STRANGE CHANGES IN THE ART STYLE, I swear to my mama I made all of these, just that I've been drawing this concept idea for the past 2 years and I somehow completely changed from my own art style for these sillies towards the cardboard cutouts that the game has us to offer. So if there's any confusion, the first image up there is the latest from a few weeks.)

So I had this concept AU idea where I wanted to explain WHY the Sun and Moon can be completely separate while Eclipse is just cast away from the whole 'brotherhood' the fandom has created. And BECAUSE I haven't seen anyone do this back when I had this idea, I decided to make it my own!

AU LORE:

Eclipse in this AU appeared way back when the pizzaplex was being built. Small variations of iconic attractions such as a smaller version of the atrium, a half-cut area of Rockstar Row and Bonnie Bowl which was, at the time, the biggest attraction at the in-construction were all located within the upcoming glamrocks with their beta versions. Back at that time, Eclipse was somewhat of a prototype for the present-day daycare attendant we all know and love. They began to work around a smaller version of the daycare, being introduced to the children with both daytime and naptime protocols to ensure their safety and fun in Superstar Daycare.

Eventually, though, the pizzaplex began to grow bigger and bigger, to the point where more clients of all ages started to watch the early performances of the beta Glamrocks. Due to funds increasing and higher-ups becoming much more daring, a new attraction was set up near the daycare, this being known as the present-day Theater where Sundrop and Moondrop were introduced as its performers. Working as entertainers and jesters for comedic acts, especially for the adults who dropped off their kids and went off for a bag of popcorn and a soda to watch the sillies on their performances.

Sun and Moon as Jesters:

Sun back at the time was his usual joyful and happy self, yet one full of ego and quite self-centered if you must say. As Sun was given the role of the main character in the majority of his performances, he kept the idea that everything must be according to what was planned. Perfect, clean and nicely done, he thinks that the smallest mistake could ruin his "character arc" and much rather be scrapped on set in front of all his fans than admit that sometimes you just have to get off your fantasies and set yourself in real life.

Moon on the other hand, oh boy, that guy wasn't any less good. As the antagonist of the majority of the performances, he grew a 'villainous wanna-be' personality. Where he tries to prank you, trick you, and make pathetic yet silly obstacles before laughing away in an 'evil' laugh. I mean... what would you honestly expect? This is Moon who we are talking about you guys, there's no way this guy can be a calming presence to be around, not even before the virus situation.

FAMILY BONDING:

At first, Eclipse seemed a bit shocked and wary about how there were suddenly two completely identical modelled animatronics that resembled a lot of him living just near his daycare. At some point, they didn't want to be involved in whatever these two jesters were.

But as time went by, admittedly Eclipse grew attached to the twins. Having an older sibling bonded with them as they were the ones making sure those two imbeciles wouldn't go at each other's necks for dumb reasons like a scrip, a mistake in their performance on stage or even just a simple argument. Which they had. Multiple times.

Things were always a ruckus with the jesters. They hung out on their after-hours, helped each other with their usual routines for the day, and even there were rare occasions when Sun and Moon were invited into the daycare. That, of course, was where Sun learned how to adore arts and crafts. Seeing the beauty of art from his own viewpoint. As for the Moon jester? Well, he learned about disciplinarity, the need for perpetual rest and most wholesomely, he grew to like naptime due to Eclipse's soft lullaby that they would spread to every kid alike. Although too proud to admit, he is slightly jealous of Eclipse's calming nature. In a good way.

ANYWAY, ILL UPDATE ALL WITH THE 2ND PART SOON BYE-

[the-horizon-lounge3041]

Some art to help those who want to join the comic collab, the artstyle is specific as well as simplified and cartoony. The style is basically how I’ve been drawing my fanart, just something simplified and cute looking. I won’t only have artists to help with this I will also have: Writers if you want to write, additional ideas such as humor, and proofreaders.

What is it about?

Well it will be mainly about the Sobeck twins bonding and navigating their sisterhood through hunting lessons, similar to how Aloy was raised. It will be humorous and heartwarming, also because it’s fan interpretation👀….Elisabet lives and finds out she has twins, Aloy and Beta also own a sunwing named Soren. Note: There will be no shipping, not because I don’t respect and appreciate what people ship its that it can get really messy with all the different ships that people have (there can be hints, similar to the art I made that’s Beta being a terd about Aloy being in love).

Extra sheets: Only did Aloy, might do the rest too. But basically she is drawn cartoony and simplified. Her hair is more fluffy, and for comic effect it will poof up if she gets startled. Did a turn around of her head to show her hair’s floofiness uWu. The line art on the characters are kinda doodle-y and sketchy too.

Anyways that’s all there really is, you can DM if your interested if you’d like, or just leave a comment and Reblog with tags please. Thank you and looking forward to working on this collab ❤️

Again this project is entirely on our own time as well, I myself am busy with other projects but I think this will be a fun thing to try when I’m not working on huge projects.

OH! And please use the hashtag Horizon The Adventures of Aloy and Beta.

[emilianadarling]

New/Updated ‘Warrior’ Cover Art - Chapter 4: Family

At long last! This latest retroactive chapter cover art has taken me longer than I anticipated, mostly due to a persistent injury/ailment I’ve been grappling with over the past month since we posted the final chapter. (Though I did share an in-progress preview pic a little while back.) Mild expectation spoilers for that chapter ahead!

Technically, Chapter 4 was the second time I ever posted cover art alongside a chapter of ‘warrior’, though making the cover art chapter-specific didn’t come until later. At the time, I figured I’d make a new ‘warrior’ cover every few chapters for the fic writ large. That changed around Ch 6, and it’s been a neat process to go back and fill in the gaps, or to focus in on the actual chapter contents in a more zoomed-in way.  For comparison, here’s the original cover art posted with the chapter:

With the new/updated/chapter-specific cover art, I wanted to narrow in on what ended up being one of the most memorable/thematic scenes in that particular section of the story: the holocall with Han and Chewie in Leia’s chambers. (A scene that, perhaps interestingly, wasn’t in the original early 2/3 draft of the fic, but was instead added in because I NEEDED it to exist so bad before it felt like the story could proceed to its conclusion. 

Visually, Din is reduced to being seen through a screen -- much like he is in the chapter, when Luke spies in on him and Grogu by way of security footage, hearts in his eyes and utterly uncaring of the fact that Din wouldn’t appreciate the invasion of privacy. A Mandalorian conceptualized as tamed in some base sense -- but also, somehow, taming.

I honestly fucking love how the picture of the twins turned out. Both originals are drawn by Phil Noto, and holy fuck can that man draw these two in a way that just. SPEAKS TO ME. (Here are both originals.) In particular, it feels wonderful to be able to ‘see’ Leia from this universe; I’m so wildly grateful at the fantastic base art to work from. 

Thanks to @universeinorbit​ for their continued incredible beta skills (including ART beta skills, incredible job recolouring/resketching Leia’s clothes so that she’s consistent with how she’s dressed in the chapter), and to @lovey-dovey-and-sad​ for her great feedback during the cover art creation process. Big thanks also to all readers, commenters, and supporters of the story -- it truly means the world!

[toonqueen]

Duckvember Day 1: Dead Duck (Part 1)

lololol Part 2 coming SOON hopefully.

Okay this story has OCs that are the adult kids of Mighty Ducks the Animated Series. HERE IS A CHEAT SHEET SINCE NOT MANY READ MY STORIES BACK IN HIGHSCHOOL. (Only One Many Here Has. lol) This story is very

Luke-  Duke’s son that pretty much looks exactly like him but has both eyes. Super smart but does not apply himself because of gifted child burnout. @fluxchix is responsible for him.

Maestro - Son of Canard and Luceria Decoy that fell out of a portal one day, like you do. Super sweet guy even though he has seen some shit. Also he's deaf so I'm writing SIGNED instead of SAID a lot.

Tayshia - Tanya and Wildwing daughter that someone while having loving parents turned out to be kinda a jerk man. Wtf is up with that?

Karma - Grin’s son, I really don’t have  much to explain here. 

Mercedes - Nosedive’s daughter. Everything you find annoying about Nosedive but then doubled. 

Molissa - Duke's daughter and Luke's younger sister.

Castor and Blaster - Mallory’s twins.  Funny story I can’t remember these two’s real names. These were their nicknames. I actually rarely ever wrote them so LOLOLOL. 

Rex - Dragaunus’ son that is good and working with the ducks because he’s the bad bitch Mercedes was able to pull by being autistic 

Tyrant - not related to Dragaunus in any way, just a new saurian from limbo that is the new bad guy or something.

THIS STORY IS LUKE AND MAESTRO CENTERED. 

Betaed by @cataradical but the next part may be unbetaed because I am unsupervised.

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 “Thank you for the ride. You do not have to stick around,” signed Maestro as he sat in the passenger seat. He had been excited all day to go to the bookstore. The book he wanted the author to sign was sitting in his lap.

“Ah, I’ll be in the area. There’s stuff on the other side of the street I’m going to check out,” replied Luke, signing as he spoke aloud.

“Cool. I will text you when I am done,” Maestro signed as he smiled, “I do not know how long the line is going to be. He is famous enough to draw a crowd.”

“Take your time. There’s no rush. Maybe we can have dinner afterwards,” Luke said and signed. Maestro put on the device that helped him hear. It was something Tanya had created a short while ago that easily wrapped around the back of his head and ended at a circular shape on each end. It wasn’t 100% helpful with hearing speech, but it was what he normally wore in battle mode so he could not be surprised and attacked from behind. 

“A quick dinner. I wanted to finish packing tonight,” Maestro signed, smile widening. He opened  the truck door to get out. He closed the door, tucked the book under his arm, and waved his friend off.. Luke snickered and waved in return before the other duck disappeared into the store.

Luke headed to the strip mall across the street. He was sure he could find something to waste his time on for a few hours. He didn’t want to go back to his empty apartment and for sure did not want to go back to the Pond and be forced to practice. 

Luke barely had a chance to park when he already received a text message from Maestro. He expected it to be a long paragraph explaining something that happened at the signing. Instead it was a short message: “Pick me up now. Please.”

Luke hopped back into the pickup, returned to the bookstore. Maestro was waiting outside with a very neutral expression. His copy of the book was no longer in his arms.

Luke parked the truck and Maestro got in without saying a word. Angrily buckled himself up.

“Uh, that was quick... How did it go?” Luke said as he signed, a little bit unsure about asking because it clearly did not go well. 

“Not good. Can we go to your apartment?” Maestro signed back as he dropped his messenger back onto his lap. The book didn’t appear to be inside, either.

“Okay…” Luke trailed off, replying with a simple “okay” in sign.

The drive was awkwardly quiet. Maestro stared out the window, hugging his bag. When they pulled off at an exit and stopped at a red light, he finally broke the silence. Without looking at Luke, he spoke aloud, “He didn’t even give me the chance to explain. He just said I was mocking his work.” Most of his enunciation and tone was clear but when it came to longer words they were more mumbled. Before Luke could say anything, he continued, “I mean. I knew better than to mention Limbo. I just said there is warring on our home planet and he just– just shot me down. I mean. It’s the elephant in the room that no one talks about, but it’s kinda common knowledge that alien ducks are here because our planet sucks right now. So wouldn’t it make sense there would be someone in my situation?” 

Luke nodded, not sure of what to say at that moment. He then realized Maestro wouldn’t see his nod so he reached over to give the upset duck a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. 

Maestro looked over at Luke; he wasn’t crying but his eyes were misty. 

Luke went to speak but was interrupted by an angry honk from the car behind him. The light had turned green. The gray duck grumbled to himself, annoyed, and resumed driving.

Maestro looked a little amused at Luke’s frustrated reaction to being honked at. He wiped a tear from his eye, chuckling, “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Luke added verbally. He then signed his response, forgetting a moment Maestro wouldn’t understand him. It was frustrating for him that he couldn’t communicate with his friend while driving. 

Maestro could tell Luke thought that he had missed the words. “Do not worry. I am watching your beak now,” he reassured softly with a light smile despite his watery eyes. 

“Did you still want to go out to eat?” asked Luke. 

“No,” Maestro replied verbally. He spoke softly because Luke had to keep his eyes on the road, but still signed a bit out of habit. “I am going to take a nap. I was up until 4 AM, so excited to meet this guy. I do not want to go back to the pond right now because Tanya would see I was upset and mom all up on me.”

Luke took a moment to process what Maestro said. “Yeah, it's fine,” he replied. “You can crash at my place. I have a few things to do so I’ll drop you off first.” 

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A Short Time Later

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“What kind of dump did you send me to?” the gentleman spoke into his cellphone as he got off the elevator. He angrily dug into his pocket for the hotel room key. “I’m on the third floor. THIRD FLOOR.”

There was a pause as the man stopped in front of the door, finally retrieving the key card. “I don’t care if it's a five star hotel. I don’t care what actors stay here. This place is as bad as that so-called bookstore you sent me to. I’ll call you in the morning.”

The author shoved open the door, tossing the key and phone on the dresser. He took off his jacket, dumped it on the couch as he entered the small office space in the large, fancy hotel room. Before he could switch on the light, he heard an abrupt <i>click</i> from the desk. It was followed by the flicker of fire from a lighter. 

The author, confused, turned on the light.

Luke sat on the desk, lighting his cigarette clamped in his beak. He took a drag, held it between his fingers. In his other hand was a copy of the author’s book, opened about a third way through. “So here’s the shit I don’t get,” he said coldly. “Your book is like, 10% about this former child soldier in Uganda, and then the other 90% about telling others how to cope. You, a guy who has never experienced the horrors of war. Where’s this child soldier you spoke about? The boy who actually had to endure all this pain and misery?”

“How did you get in here! The security in this place is… how!” the human seemed rather stunned. 

The duck ignored his outburst, flipping through the book. “Not a word from the guy in here… It's like you’re making money off his trauma. Wow. Does he get any of the residuals off your book sales, because I mean, come on. Or is this some sorta ‘Memories of a Geisha’ bullshit?”

“What is this? I’m calling the police!” the man went back to the table he had left his phone. The grey feathered duck stayed on the desk as he flipped through to read the next page of the book. When the human picked up the phone he saw he had no signal. He tried calling out but just got a defunct noise in the return. He then picked up the hotel phone but it had no ring tone

“Don’t worry man. I’m her to just talk,” Luke called from the other room. The sound of him getting off the desk could be heard, “Comon, we just need to discuss a little situation.”

The author went to leave the hotel room, but the doorknob didn’t work. 

“You know, EMP shit isn’t just stuff for sci fi movies,” the grey duck added as he came to the office doorway, “Man, everything is fucking automated nowadays. Even that silly hotel room lock.” 

“What do you want?” The man glared at the gray duck. The human didn’t seem scared but knew he was in possible danger. 

“Heh, can’t you at least guess? Maybe?” He stood. “I mean, it's not that often you see two alien ducks in one day,” Luke said as he leaned against the office doorway. He took another puff from his cigarette.

“You’re threatening me because I called out that other duck’s publicity stunt?” the author snapped. 

“Alright, first of all, there was no one from ‘our media’ with him,” Luke gave finger quotations as he spoke, cigarette bouncing between a pair, “he came alone and stood in line with all the others. Why couldn’t you just sign his fucking book and let it go?”

“What kind of PTSD trauma do you ducks have? You play hockey, right? You’re celebrities. I don’t see anything about your experiences related to the contents in my book,” the human ranted, more annoyed than anything else.

“Look, you could &lt;;i>technically</i> say that about any of the other ducks around my age born on Earth.,” Luke explained irritably. “But Maestro wasn’t, okay? He came to this planet when he was fourteen. I think he’s only told me about half of the shit he went through before he got to Earth. He really, <i>really</i> liked your book.” He didn’t expect the author to understand, however. “And even though you’re an asshole, obviously, the book helped him a lot. I could tell.”

Luke stood up right, moving closer to the author. The human stood his ground. Completely unempathetic, just as the duck guessed. 

“And what, praytell, did you want me to do about your friend’s problem?” the author demanded, crossing his arms. 

Luke rubbed his own forehead. God, this man was dense. “You wrote a book to help people, and your attitude is like… <i>this</i>?” he sighed. “Look, how about this. Wait a few days, and then send him a signed copy of your book with a nice short note apologizing.”

“And what if I don’t?” the human replied, unfazed. 

“How bad would it look if the advocate against child soldiers was taking blood diamond money this whole time?” Luke threatened, biting down on the cigarette. He took out his phone and opened up a search.

“I’ve done no such thing,” the author grumbled as he loosened the tie from his collar a bit.

“Oh, I can probably find connections in half an hour. If not, I can make a few up, all 100% believable,” Luke stated as he typed on his smartphone, “I might even have it done in fifteen minutes.”

“Impossible. Get out of here now,” the human said sternly, but it also had a slight tone of worry.

“You really want to try me? I’ve already shown that our advanced alien technology just blocked all the electronics in your room. Don’t you think that I could do more?” Luke asked rhetorically.   The other paused and let out a defeated sigh.

“All this because I hurt your friend’s feelings?” the human replied.

“Yep!” Luke could only reply as he gave what could only be described as  a sarcastic ‘buddy buddy’ patting on the back to the author, “I’ll check up on you and make sure you do as I said. Alright?”

“I will,” the author grumbled, reluctantly taking Luke’s threat seriously. Luke was heading away from the author and to the nearby window.

“Then, I’ll catch you later,” Luke replied before opening the window, “and if you breathe a word of this to the cops, I’ll know.”

“Uh.... alright,” the author said unsure as he saw the duck disappear out the window and probably take the fire escape down. Before the human could say anything else he was gone. 

As Luke was walking to the maroon truck he was borrowing he received a text. 

Mae: Where are you at? I just woke up. 

Mae: Not asking because I expect you to come back. 

Mae: Just asking. No rush. 

Luke saw the messages as he got into the maroon pickup. He replied back.

Luke:  I was just picking up your favorite donuts, from that little place across town. 

Mae: Oh geez. You didn’t have to!

Mae: Thank you! <3

Mae: I’m actually hungry for real food now but I’ll eat one on the way to real food or something. Ha.

Luke: Alright. I’ll come pick you up. :)

After he replied he put the phone in the passenger's seat with the box of donuts he really did get before his meeting with the author.

[felixcloud6288]

Higurashi: Festival Accompanying Chapter 20

This chapter revealed a lot of things about Mion that I never knew.

Irie had been doing so well in the last several chapters. Could he please just not be a creep for one arc?

Rika decided to just go straight to Irie and tell him that Takano plans to kill her. Understandably, he finds it hard to believe because that would be the worst thing that could happen to her research.

I'm kinda surprised about how much he's willing to reveal to Rika when she asks though. Telling her their research is to be concluded in three years is one thing, but actually admitting that there is an emergency procedure to kill all the villagers if anything happens is not something you just admit.

And Irie says Emergency Manual 34 would be used "in case the villagers ever show signs of a mass outbreak." I should remond everyone that the Queen Carrier hypothesis is absolutely 100% incorrect as proven in Cotton Drifting and Eye Opening. In fact, the VNs make it even more definitely true because the Eye Opening epilogue reveals all the secondary characters were still alive and well 20 years after Rika's death.

Kinda wild that those arcs on a cosmic level are the "good" endings since they're the only arcs where Operation Apocalypse failed, the village was spared, and Nomura did not get what she wants.

Irie also survived those arcs as well. So I wonder if part of the reason he was targeted by Operation Apocalypse wasn't just to pin the blame on him but also to keep any medical experts on Hinamizawa Syndrome from being able to prove that a mass outbreak wasn't going to happen.

Now that Rika has more information and less understanding why Takano would kill her, Hanyu suggests doing what the story has kind of said you should always do at times like this: Go ask your friends for help. But Rika, understandably, feels like no one would ever believe her. Maybe she wouldn't feel that way if she had her memories from Massacre. Hanyu is so confident that they'll believe Rika because she saw them believe her before.

But Hanyu does manage to come up with a framing device to get Rika to talk about the situation:

This made me do a quick dive into what manga might be around at this time. In June 1983, Doraemon, Akira, and Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind were all very early into their serializations. Meanwhile two works of Osamu Tezuka's, Buddha and Black Jack, would finish serialization a few months later. Speaking of which, Tezuka was still alive at this time so maybe Rika was into Phoenix. Unfortunately, Tezuka passed away before he finished it.

Another manga I found that piqued my interest is Touch. It's a manga about two identical twins and the neighbor girl wanting to become professional baseball players. It ran from 1981 to 1986.

I have just learned some very interesting things about Mion right now. I can imagine her having the managerial skills to handle things like story-boarding, promoting, and publishing; but I'd never guess she has drawing skills or any ability with typesetting.

Rika tells them the plot points she's come with for her "manga" and I bet Keiichi realized she's just copying the plot of the Higurashi VN beta that the regulars at Angel Mort have been sharing with each other (No seriously, Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni's beta exists as an actual visual novel within the Higurashi universe).

When Rika asks for help about the "evil researcher's" motives, Mion suggests there is someone else manipulating her, and even though the "evil researcher" is doing something that doesn't benefit her, it would benefit the mastermind.

And Mion was exactly on point about what is going on.

It's a minor detail, but this moment really exemplifies Rika's "frog in a well" status that Massacre kept calling her. Rika has only known the village and the people living in it. When trying to understand Takano's motives, she isolated her thoughts entirely to the village and the villagers. She never considered someone completely unconnected to the village might be the reason for all this.

So did everyone realize that Rika was asking for help from the start or did they realize after Rika asked for help to figure out how the protagonist of her "manga" can win?

The very first thing Mion brings up is Satoko has built a whole trap mountain. Way back in Curse Killing chapter 1, Keiichi said Satoko could take on an army within the mountains and we're soon going to find out how true that is.

But just as Hanyu predicted, Rika's friends believe her and are ready to help. Now comes the time to plan their counterattack.

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Spoiler Discussion

Near the end of this arc, we discover that Takano is beginning to suffer the symptoms of Hinamizawa Syndrome. At this time, she's very likely already low-level symptomatic and is experiencing the symptoms similar to Satoko's: Calm exterior with a burning internal hatred.

Hanyu said one of the ways to keep symptoms at bay is to go to others for help. We saw that at the end of Atonement when Rena calmed down because Keiichi was able to convince her that he cared about her.

In a far darker sense, Nomura is doing the same thing to Takano. She's convinced Takano that she cares about her and her research and Takano is becoming dependent on Nomura to keep from falling victim to Hinamizawa Syndrome.

And maybe finding out Takano is being manipulated is what affects Rika's motivations at the end of the story. Takano and Hanyu both have a wish that oppose one another. But at the end of this story, Rika will make a greater wish stronger than both of them, and her will shall be the one that wins.

[teaableu]

Sorry if this has been asked before! I tried scouring all the info before breaking down and asking but is the disaster twins au a fic/going to be a fic? Or is it more shared with art and lore asks!

Im absolutely in love w one and two and have been experiencing my villain era w the spotify playlists.

It hasn't been asked before!

We're actually working on it right this second lol. @3lectricinsomnia is writing a script (I guess you could say I'm beta-ing and helping with dialogue) and she's going to help me arrange panels so I can draw a comic :)

The comic is going to loosely follow the events of rottmnt. Some episodes are very similar (we'll probably skip those or exclude them from the storyline if we don't see a way to add anything new or relevant to the au) and some are pretty different. I'm going to keep it pretty messy (minor coloring, sketchy lineart, and minimal stress, just the way I like it >:)) so I'm hoping to start posting it relatively quick, once we've finalized a few episodes.

Of course, we're still thrilled to answer lore asks in the meantime, and we'll probably keep posting art on our respective blogs as we go

I'm so glad you like the playlists and the au twins ! villain playlists are where it's at fr

Anyway, sorry for the tangent and thanks for asking!

[ownerofthisaccount]

Hello again everyone! This was probably not the next part you hoped for but I hope I can explain well.

@raisans-art has made some really good AUs, such as the Human Illusion Au. One of them is the Chimera Emmet Au where Emmet is captured and experimented on, turning him into Agee after being fused with his Pokémon. Those who watched episode 4 of Fullmetal Alchemist are getting flashbacks

Well, they made a quick sketch of if Ingo was the one turned, called Chei, and I made a drawing for that afterwards because I have enjoyed both designs. As a child I loved transformations and stories of experiment or body horror, so that’s probably a factor. I later drew a mini comic for it detailing how the first night would go down, as well as a side comic of ghost Emmet. I made hints that a part two would come, and even released a WIP of one of the images. Well…I can’t say it won’t ever happen, perhaps months later, but I don’t think I will finish it right now(most of the betas were deleted anyway, either on purpose for space or by accident because of fat fingers). I have Aspergers, and I can hyperfixate on things. This can be for weeks, months, years, even forever in a couple cases. Chimera Emmet happened to be one of those(the twins are still an interest, but I got into several AUs based on them because of it) and I been seeing it since it’s early stages when Emmet was still himself in there. I just didn’t have the courage to fanart it till Chei came out as I love both but lean more to drawing Ingo. I have really enjoyed drawing the two and seeing their interactions, how this bad end line would go, and mentally thinking up things. It was also nice to see other people’s excitement over this and sees their asks created more drawings and pieces. Not recently I’ve been feeling the start of the interest drop. I hate when this happens because you love the thing but you can feel yourself slowly drift from it and it…sucks. I have the outlines ready to be draw but not the push or energy to complete it. I did managed to finish one, being a drawing of the remaining four Pokémon and Pels going to Juniper and Drayden, but unfortunately this was one of the ones that got accidentally deleted and I can’t recover it(which was possibly another push). On top of that I have actually started doing commissions, and being these and the two projects I’m working on(my graphic novel and my favorite list), Ive been a bit drained myself. I have betas for a couple though that were detailed enough to be salvageable, so I won’t put them to waste.

This was supposed to be Chei reading the floor apology made by Agee, anxiously waiting for a response.

This one was supposed to be Ingo’s spirit sensing something wrong, while Agee comforts a weakened Chei while they think of a way to escape.

And my personal favorite, Ingo’s spirit panicking while Emmet’s spirit starts trying to piece together what happened while wishing he was still alive because Chei and Agee would make for an interesting double battle duo(even in death he thinks of battle strategies)

It saddens me to not have full pictures to share, but I won’t leave you empty handed. I’ll share what I was thinking up if I made the final two parts: so after the first night, Chei wakes up to find a poorly drawn apology on the floor from Agee, who still feels guilty for hurting their friend(and shocked when they see Chei is healed) by accident. Though not fully forgiving yet, Chei accepts the apology and slowly starts being less cautious around Agee. Eventually this comes to head when Agee protects Chei from a threat(most likely the scientists) which fully gains the latter’s trust so the two begin to become friends. During this the remaining four mons meet up with Pels(given this Au has mostly the same beginning, Pels still tagged along and escaped the scientists during the chaos that was capturing Ingo) and reluctantly decide the best course of action is to try to tell others, as they feel with Pels with the they could possibly convince someone. Ingo and Emmet’s souls are in limbo, not having moved on due to the circumstances of their deaths(I headcanoned in my ghost Emmet comic that he couldn’t move on until he knew that Ingo was alright and moving forward, so here the two likely wouldn’t till they both pieced together what happened and got justice for the experiments) watch as time pass and the fusions truly become family. However Ingo senses something is amiss and sure enough Chei is growing weaker. Unlike Agee, Chei is an unstable fusion due to the damage before the experiment. Agee colors dull in these bad conditions but Chei’s body and especially souls struggle to handle it, and start to unravel. Agee refuses to let his buddy die and decide to work with Chei to try to escape. That would’ve been part two. The final part would’ve been Chei and Agee combining their moves(multi train style) to break through the glass and begin and escape. They start breaking out everyone and fighting back the scientists when Chei grows too weak to fight and Agee protects him. Before they can be detained, Rescue arrive with the remaining Pokémon, Pels, and the humans fighting to incapacitate the scientists. Chei is wary around them since trust issues, but Agee is grateful for their help and lifts Chei onto his back to carry him. Once the scientists are defeated. The others help Agee out getting everyone outside where the chimera lays Chei down. The fusion would’ve curled up under a tree with Agee and the others by, leaving it ambiguous if Chei was getting better and healing, or peacefully passing away in a nicer area that wasn’t a cell. The final frame would’ve been the twins, now satisfied the experiments were freed and given justice, walking off into the afterlife together. Not a perfect story but I had fun with it. Now…I did prepare something to give you a nugget anyway:

And here it is! Marshrill design was recently released and as someone who loves and theorize the twins becoming Pokémon, this was certainly up my alley and I had to draw at least a quick sketch. Hopefully it makes up for no huge comic update.

But anyway, final huge props to @raisans-art again and I hope you all still enjoyed this. Thank you all, and have a great rest of your day

[actionfigurebullshit]

Page 70 or So

It was around page 70, right in the middle of the notebook. I don't remember it verbatim, but something like thank you for everything you've been in my life, I'm so sorry we'll never work again, rest in peace. Funny that it was what was right in the middle of that notebook, which may have less than 140 pages because it had an unknown past life, and pages may have been taken from it.

There's very little written after that, not necessarily because Jane's death affected the ability to use it, it was just misplaced most of the time, that's all. Even now, if it's not in the AFB box, I have no idea what I did with it, and there's a few alternate notebooks I set up for when the main one was missing, numerous word document versions, none of which were used for long- just a lot of information getting spread in all direction, and I hate it. It was nice when all the madness was concentrated in those pages. The image for the Holy Guts is actually taken from a full page drawing around page 30. It was cleaned of blue and red lines, had the lines thickened, the contrast adjusted so the background was all one color of either black or white, depending on whether the image values were inverted yet, and probably some digital coloring in on some of the checkers, and there you have it.... fun and fantastic.

I hope the day comes when this notebook is used again, and the back half of those pages are thoroughly filled in.

After all these years, despite the occasional moment of a clearer imagination, the "what happens next" to Chaos Corridor has never materialized. They are in the corridor, they get separated, weird shit happens, and it has an ending that should be fitting of your horror stories, and your weird stories, like Twin Peaks- we shouldn't expect a neat and tidy ending, where it all works out and everything goes back to normal... I mean... unless you want to be ironic about it, go with some painfully dumb resolution that's as bad as "It was just a dream.".

Nor should this idea become so high brow- it is action figures, after all, that it become impossible to complete, scope creep redshifting so deep that not even traveling at the speed of light can catch up with it. There needs to be a limit, a time to come down and draw to a close. Should this point in the project also be considered right in the middle? I still feel like the story is winding up, though- we haven't even entered the corridor! Though, from a different perspective, the fact that the script more or less ends with the gang entering the corridor, it certainly feels like a midway point, from the start of this and the hypothetical conclusion to this nonsense.

I had some fun ideas for it come to me last year, the application of Labyrinth H, which exists in that same space as The Backrooms or The Black Lodge- spaces that exist on another plane that can't be accessed in a linear or Pythagorean fashion, something that looks more or less normal, and yet you wonder if you're just having a very vivid hallucination. Everything feels like a morning fog along the riverbank, and it sounds like this track from Stars of the Lid:

There was another kind of droning going on... well, not in the cut of Newton's Dream that's ever been published, but I wanted to switch out the track with something with a lot more drone to it, and I had a few candidates, and I even had my own piece of outsider art music which kind of sounded like NIN1701D and first track from that weird spa music. I might use that, but paulstretch it into drone-y goodness.

Yay, my child.

That bible quote is from a book I forgot, but chapter and verse is 14:19.

I always intended on redoing that scene, that it was just a beta version. I want to redo the mouth movements, a little less South Park, more movements in the other parts of it besides the open mouth. There's got to be an easier way to do this. How does mouth movements work on King of the Hill? How many letter sounds are actually sounded out, and how much of it is just all purpose in between movement?

So, I want the move this story out to a point where things are getting fuzzy, they all have their own odd dream like states to contend with while Stars of the Lid drones on. I considered them finding many TV Rooms that may come close or be radically different, yet they still go on and watch some TV together, try to find more funny bits of dialogue from those old recordings. It becomes something that's in between Beavis and Butthead (look carefully at the AFB logo) and MST3K. I don't want it to be all Star Trek, but the options outside of those recordings are very slim and probably not a good idea to have in the video.

But I can't seem to answer the why or the how. What's the excuse for these scenes? I don't have any, other than they get REALLY REALLY lost trying to go through and get out of that corridor. Perhaps there doesn't need to be an explanation- the ship is huge and vast, an entire city contained within bulkhead, boosters, and bussards. I imagined the Cascadia as being much older than everyone else alive. There could be catacombs, other things, further down, and maybe it ends up that we don't ever really find out WHAT the Cascadia is- it's been so long before anyone bothered to check.

And, of course, there is probably some reason Moxie's Skipper Licence was invalidated. I used to have this idea that something happeend to those turquoise T-Shirt workers at the DDSMV encounter a typical film noir kind of bad guy with a gun who takes them captive somewhere, perhaps connected to what's going on with the Cascadia. I didn't know where to go with that.

Still, if I can figure it out or wing it, that might be something fun to film, an unnecessary addition, just to get it going, scope creep be damned.

Maybe I should do a post detailing these sorts of ideas... instead of this.

[katyahina]

Points of interest about Old Hunter Henryk (some evident, some possible)

• There was a superstition amongst Old Hunters to wear double-wrapped belt around their right leg (no wonder since it is the leg Gehrman lost + all these wheelchair Old Hunters), but Henryk wears belts around both legs! Perhaps he just was extra careful back then.

• His life was "tragically long" not because of being partnered with Gascoigne, but because of his own power! Excerpt from original Japanese script (here, by Last Protagonist ( x )) goes like this:

Basically he is a very skilled Hunter who expected to die in one of those hunts but that never happened. Wonder what that makes of the Paleblood Hunter being able to kill him? Simplest explanation is something-something immortal-for-night Moon boost, but game play aside I think it works better if 'the only thing that was able to weaken him was a broken heart'.

• Younger one of Gascoigne's daughters mentions a 'granddad' next to Viola and Gascoigne, which very likely refers to Henryk as he is the closest male character connected to this family. He could've been Viola's dad, or at least this is just how he's perceived in this family.

• Funny since Henryk is a slavic name that means something like 'the most important person in the house'. I dunno if that was intentional, but would be interesting if he actually turned out to direct all errands and chores in the family xD

• Henryk has a mole on the right side of his nose.

• His set has high bolt resistance which makes one think of Loran, but it is actually even more obvious devs implied that relation, seeing how in beta his set JUST was Loran Hunter set ( x ) :

• Henryk is brown and is connected to Loran, just like Afflicted Beggar (who turns into Abhorrent Beast that are exclusive for Loran dungeons). Makes sense they are similar since Loran was desert-coded place, however they also share exact same, pixel-to-pixel mole on their nose in data (datamined sliders are here ( x )). This detail being kept might be interesting, like an idea that they're blood related or something! (I struggle to blame this on laziness of creators in altering the model seeing many things are different between the two)

• Yamamura has Throwing Knives in equipment that he never actually uses ( x ) , seeing how he was part of the League the knives likely are connected to Henryk. He trained him to throw them :(

• Both of Henryk's summons are shared with Younger Madaras Twin. I guess he is an expert in working with feral men xD

• It is possible that both notes mentioning Rom as 'Byrgenwerth Spider' are his! One note like this is in Byrgenwerth, and it is weird there she is not mentioned by the name there, as students would know who she is! Both of his summons are Byrgenwerth-related, and summon places always have to do with the summoned character's context. Another note like this is in the nook after Tomb of Oedon which Gascoigne guards, which is also location you kill him at, which also leads to Oedon Chapel guarded by a Pthumerian man. Again, lost in translation but in original note says 'hides our invisible lord', not 'our lost master' so odds are it refers to Oedon. Or at the very least this one was written by someone there upon learning from Henryk. Basically Henryk might have been a very good spy for the League after all (better than Yamamura that did get caught :( )

• Even more likely since him being 'quiet' and him being 'so strong he can't die in a battle already' are mentioned back-to-back as if they're connected. Throwing Knives are also sneaky. Basically not only he is strong, but he is sneaky and careful af. Maybe him and Gascoigne were such an effective duo because Gascoigne as the one bigger and more aggressive would draw all attention to himself - so Henryk could backstab anyone meanwhile.

• Music box treasured by Gascoigne and Viola plays Lullaby for Mergo. Seeing Henryk's implied roots to the pthumerians, maybe this box was his gift for them (for the wedding?), or at the very least he's likely the one knowing this melody from somewhere (and Gascoigne maybe just loved it).

• The sets of Executioners and Henryk's share the detail of this long row of buttons on the lower part:

Might or might not be coinsidental, but seeing how Logarius is 99% a Pthumerian and not 'just very tall' it could be a shared drip from cultural background?

• Henryk drops the weakest form of Heir rune:

(HUGE thanks to my bestie @val-of-the-north for compiling the runes and their location, you dumbass post the WHOLE reference on Tumblr before I evict you from this plane of reality it is so useful AAAAAAAAA)

Other placements are curious too; for one, 5 out of 7 Yahar'gul Hunters have brown skin too, which opens even more Loran questions imo. Pthumeru Ihyll is also the place associated with Queen Yharnam (and she shares boss theme with Logarius fsr).

Also this rune is the one that lets you gain Blood Echoes (that are dying wills, in more literal translation) from visceral attacks. Remember what I said about Oedon Chapel and stuff? Well, both of Oedon runes are associated with drawing Hunter's power from the blood, and although this Great One has no form, their true nature is said to be 'spilled blood'.

Tangent but I just want to say Henryk dropping this rune is an interesting detail, and even deeper dig into his 'background'. The context of the rune also implies inheriting wills of someone upon as much as just spilling their blood, not even necessarily killing them. Makes me think Henryk's mind is very full of sentiments and unfulfilled hopes of many others despite him being silent, he might as well have the ability to understand struggles of a person/beast once he seriously wounds them.

• It is possible that Djura lost an eye because of Henryk. Sliders don't reflect a missing eye, but Djura's set has his right eye covered and his slider has a scar across his face going through that eye, that looks like a cut wound. Henryk is known for his knives, besides they are both Old Hunters, besides Valtr's weapon is made by Powder Kegs so maybe they had an armed conflict (maybe Valtr's 'fault' was in it, too).

• Old Hunters favored two types of hats, his is 'cap' one like what Maria and Djura have. Djura's hat got tattered terribly (nonetheless became a style nowadays Hunters copy lol), but Maria had decorative feathers, just like him. Basically Henryk is the last one with this style of hat.

[mitchievousness]

I’m dying over YQY being the one to give SY a makeover XD. Which ended up with him joining the host club. Also, in Gekkan Shoujo crossover, LQG is probably one of SY’s assistants and inspiration for the main character of his manga.

Hmmm, some more lore mayhaps? @zykamiliah

sj was too busy with school council reponsibilities and the one time he tried to, a-yuan just ended up looking like his twin which was funny but alsonkinda weird. yqy stepped in because he is a.) Very Classy, b.) the only person sj entrusts his brother to, and c.) knows enough of sj's own personal style and his preferences/expectations for his brother's clothing choices that make him far more qualified than any personal stylist ever would be.

yqy was also already the host club's president at that time so he basically told sy that if he started dressing nicely, he could join his club where all they do is sit, have tea, and occassionally talk to people. sy, with all the laziness in his heart, agrees, thinking he could probably get away with just slacking in the backroom reading his online novels. besides, who would request him of all people??

for the gsnk au: yes absolutely! prior to meeting lbh, lqg was the perfect protagonist material for his Shounen Action Manga and begins taking notes on lqg. sy isn't as sneaky as he thinks he is though because one day lqg Kabedons him and demands why he's been staring at him so much lately. sy has no choice but to admit he's been using him as reference and shows him the manga he's making in his apartment. lqg catiously helps out on the process and they find out he's actually pretty good at drawing action sfx and filling in betas. sy hires him on the spot.

post-lbh's ""confession"", lbh goes to sy's apartment to help with the manga and almost starts a fight when he sees lqg sitting in his spot, doing his work on the table, all alone with yuan-ge.

Sy, seeing two epitomes of masculine greatness standing in front of him, tension and hostility thick in the air, silently grabs a pen and sketches out an outline for a new series.

[kaunis-sielu]

October Challenge: 6

Cuddling and Snuggling

You stumble out of the bedroom on aching legs. The ache is more from a lack of use then anything else. Steve hadn’t let you walk anywhere yesterday after you’d gotten up to use the bathroom. You can smell the bacon and coffee from downstairs, you make your way down the stairs to where you know Steve is and when you enter the kitchen he smiles over at you.

“Hi Honey. How do you feel?”

“Sleepy.”

“Hungry?”

“That too.” You tell him making your way to him for a kiss. You’re wearing one of his shirts and some underwear so you’re a little chilly but you don’t mind being chilly when he looks at you like you’re a treat.

“I’m almost done. Can you get us some coffee ready, then you can go to the living room and when I’m done cooking I’ll bring breakfast into you.”

“Okay.” You agree, you get his coffee ready first then yours and carry them carefully to the living room. Steve joins you a couple minutes later with two heaping plates of food.

You eat in silence, while the tv is on to some cooking show. Last time on your final day of your heat you and Steve had baked almost the whole day then you’d delivered the goods to the firehouse the next day. But today you just want to stay curled up with Steve. As the fall is coming it’s gotten cooler you want to stay in and do nothing.

“What are you feeling up to today?”

“This.” You tell him cuddling closer to him after you put your plate on the coffee table.

“Okay, just in a snuggle mood?”

“Yea, is that okay.”

“Of course Honey.” He says pulling you closer to him, your butt touches the outside of his thigh and your legs go over his. “I can’t get over how soft you always are.” He mutters sliding a hand up and down your leg.

“It’s called lotion.” You tease and he laughs softly.

“How’s the book coming?”

“Really well. The storyline has been approved and I’m working on the drawings. I don’t want Cooper to be the star of the show but he’s so easy to draw because he’s right in front of me.”

“Could you put a picture of all the dogs and handlers that came up to help? That way it’s not like Cooper is the star of the show.”

“Oh! Like a real picture at the end! Steve you’re genius.” You tell him kissing his cheek.

“I certainly have my moments.” He says with a laugh as you settle back against him again. “You wanna go get your StarkPad?”

“Yes but no. This is our time together. I have plenty of time to work when you’re at the station.”

“Speaking of which, I have overnights next week.”

“What, no.” You’ve been dreading the overnights. Disappointment fills you and Steve presses a kiss to your head.

“I know Honey. You can come spend the night but if we have to go we have to go.”

“Do any of the other Mates go?”

“Not usually but you’re one of the only Omegas.”

“Maybe I’ll see if Becca wants to come over.”

“Buck said she’s got an interested Beta sniffing around.”

“How does he feel about that.”

“Apparently he likes the kid. Pietro or something.”

“As in Maximoff? Like Wanda’s brother?”

“Wanda has a brother?”

“Yea, I think he’s still in their parent’s pack. Wanda introduced us one day in the park.”

“I don’t love that,” he says with a small frown.

“What?”

“I don’t need other packs sniffing around you.”

“Steve, your pack keeps me perfectly safe.”

“Our.”

“What?”

“Our pack.” He corrects before pressing a kiss to your lips, you hum happily at the contact. “I still don’t like it.” He says after he pulls away.

“He wasn’t a threat Alpha.”

“They’re all threats.”

“Well that’s comforting.” You grumble and he sighs,

“I’m sorry Omega. I’m think I’m still feeling overprotective from your heat and my rut. I don’t mean to scare you.”

“I understand.” You tell him pressing your face into that little space between his neck and shoulder. His hand does small circles on your lower back and you hum happily at the contact.

“Are you sore at all?”

“No, not like the first time. I’m a little achy but it’s a good ache.”

“Is it bad that I kind of love your heat?” He asks softly.

“No, because I also kind of love my heat.”

“Why?”

“Because I get three whole days with you and only you. I know that being the True Alpha has different responsibilities and I’m always fine with that but the fact that the pack leaves us to just us is nice.”

“I agree. When we have the new house all built it’ll be a little while before everyone else is moved up so we’ll have a little more alone time.”

“I feel kind of bad for asking everyone to move.”

“Honey, we’ve talked about this. The pack was moving that way anyway, you were just the extra push we needed. Cooper will love having a yard and so will the kids.”

“I can’t believe that Wanda and Vision are having twins.”

“I’m surprised it was so fast.”

“How long have they been Mates?”

“About a six months longer than us.”

“Do you want kids?” You ask realizing that you’ve never actually had this conversation.

“Had you asked me that before I met you, I might have said I don’t know. But now, if you’d let me I’d have a baby with you tomorrow.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yea really. You tell me when you’re ready and I’m in.” He tells you, softly.

“I want to get married first.”

“A big wedding?”

“Just the pack and a couple people from the mountain.”

“Whenever you want it Omega.”

“Is that your way of proposing to me?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.” You know it might seem silly because you’re already Marked and Mated but you still wanted it all.

“Okay Omega. I’ll do it right.” He promises before he kisses you.