#and it’s considered impossible and forbidden to go to this new world

[kismetmoon]

Nora Vigenere walked so Clementine from Stray could run

[dysany]

headcanons from The Kane Chronicles because I miss them Rick please I need a new book

• Carter is definitely Horus' favorite of all time. Not only is he his host, but Carter is also extremely intelligent and capable in his role as pharaoh, as well as a person with a good heart, and Horus is so proud of him (he will never admite it tho)

• Bast always brings small meals to the Kanes during missions. Different from other heroes who go through various basic difficulties saving the world, Sadie and Carter always have a goddess who loves them very much, bringing them food or finding a nearby hotel to rest.

• Bes will definitely randomly show up at Nomo and make dinner. Nobody questions. He's good at that

• Sadie creates a lot of playlists, she has at least one for everyone she loves. Carter has two, but she keeps one private. Anubis and Walt's keeps changing because she can't decide on their vibe, and Bastet's is updated every day. She used to have a romantic playlist about Anubis, now they listen it like a old joke

• Isis is attached to her children, so whenever possible she is checking on Anubis and Horus as if they were still little children. Without realizing it, she started checking up on Carter and Sadie frequently as well.

• Felix likes to do Jaz's hair. He's terrible at it but she lets him anyway and always shows off his hairstyles

• Cleo is a source of pride for Thoth. He talks about her at pantheon meetings and always expresses excitement over the little discoveries she makes. (Thoth is considered a very attentive god to mortals, I can't imagine him ignoring a follower)

• Anubis and Walt have a very strong bond, and even if the curse didn't link them they would hardly be separated. Walt showed him a lot of the mortal world, Anubis gave him entire lessons on the historical periods that Walt likes. They play videogames e go to dinner out casually. Anubis met Walt's mother once, she's scary.

• Bastet and Anubis are the type of duo that fight over everything non-stop, but they will be together through anything. She is the only one who speaks ill of him, he is the only one who push out all her bottons. It's not romantic or anything, it's just their dynamic at that point. She will totally lay on top of him in their animal forms out of pure disrespect. And yet, they are each other's emergency contact and are always there for each other.

• Osiris is the type of father who sends strange good morning messages with videos of flowers, always has a joke on the tip of his tongue and wears themed coats at family parties. Sadie adores him

• Seth affectionately called Anubis his son ONCE and the entire pantheon was in shock for years. Anubis was not there and he still don't believe it happened. Nephthys cried

• Alyssa adores Sadie, and began to view her with great admiration. She once tried to dye her hair the shade of pink she always wanted, but it didn't turn out very well.. Sadie helped her with that and they have had matching highlights in their hair ever since.

• Julian can AND WILL turn the mansion inside out. He's forbidden from being in charge but somehow always ends up taking charge of things when Carter and Sadie go out. Apparently things are even worse if he's not in charge.

• Anubis is like a gothic older brother and guide for the younger ones. They go to him for advice on everything from the simplest to the most personal. As a guiding and protective god, as well as a comforter of mourners, he always listens and does the impossible to help but then act like it's no big deal and disappear for a week

• keeping in this point, he has a habit of disappearing during conversations. If Anubis gets tired of the conversation, or the person, he simply turns his back and leaves. He has done this many times with Sadie and sometimes she almost hits him with a hairbrush. He has been irritating Shu with this habit for millennia.

They're the only ones I can think of right now. The Kane Chronicles Community, if you're out there, please send me a message let's talk!! I need friends who love this series as much as I do

[cosmiccrushes]

Truth & Lies

Solas x Lavellan

1k words

I'm obsessed with the idea of Solas watching lavellan in her dreams, like ugh, the s u f f e r i n g

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He knows she dreams of this cove and its soft green meadows often. For he waits in its shadows for her return. Beckoning her to walk in this place where they once stood together. Where he had looked upon the markings on her face and told her what it meant, lying about how he knew. Meaning to tell her a different truth and lying to himself about why he could not.

So much lying. And still too much truth. 

Solas had a plan. He really did. It was with painful, teeth gritting stubbornness that he had forced himself to maintain that plan when Corypheus fell and the Breach was sealed. He had left her. She was a threat to his plans. Lie. What she made him feel, that was the real threat. Truth. 

The people needed him still. He could not let one Dalish elf change that. No matter how beautiful he found her piercing green eyes. No matter how his heart squeezed at her openness and curiosity. No matter how he felt his beliefs waver in her presence when she spoke with such passion and protectiveness for this world and those in it. No matter the pride she held towards her Dalish kin. She did not really know what could be, what had been. 

Solas knew what must be done. Knew it every time he let his lips press to hers. Still he had held on. She had made it so hard to let go. Her wanting of him made him yearn. He wished he could simply be an outcast- just an elf who saw the world differently with no real power to do anything about it. But he was not that elf. He was power and potential. The Dread Wolf. He Who Hunts Alone. A false god of betrayal and rebellion. His rebellion was not yet over. Nor it seemed, was his betrayal. 

He knew her learning his truth would hurt. What he had not been prepared for was the doubt that crept in like a fog settling over his eyes, clouding his vision forward. Looking into her eyes, clear and bright with unshed tears, as he finally gave her the truth of who she shared her heart with…it had not just been painful for him- it had felt wrong. 

She had pleaded with him. “Var lath vir suledin!” Our love will endure. His reply, “I wish it could, vhenan.” He really did. But he knew in that moment- when his arms ached to hold her and his weary bones longed to lay with her and forget his responsibilities- their love could not endure. He must rip her out of his heart or rip his whole heart out of him if she could not be removed from it as he feared. He could not afford to feel doubt for what must be done. He could not allow these feelings for her to continue and plague his mind with wrongness for what comes next. 

So he had turned away from her. Taking a last kiss and then her arm, because even in his conviction that she was a threat to his plans, he could not bear to see her suffer. The anchor was killing her and the thought of her dead burned like fire inside his veins. Nevermind that when he was through with his objective, she might be dead anyway. No, his jaw hardened at that thought. She would survive. She had to survive. The new world would need people like her.

He needed her.

But no, that thought was forbidden now- a dark magic he did not dare to wield. A truth he must bury away under a mountain of lies.

She would live- and when he was done she would see- this way was better, this was setting the world right.

Those first months after they parted had been hard, but not impossible he found. He could force himself not to think of her and it worked. Until it didn’t. Until he lay awake at night, thinking of a different bed and a midnight when he didn’t feel so terribly alone. 

The first time she appeared to him in his Fade-dreamed version of their cove, he had not considered how dangerous it was for him to visit this once shared space. Coming here, he had allowed himself to once more indulge in his selfishness, indulge in the memory of what another world could have been like. One where she existed as more than the ghost of fingerprints on his skin. 

Had her name, whispered into his dreams, led her here? Had she brought herself? She had been resolute at their parting that she would not give up on him. So he had been resolute in giving up on her. I would not have you see what I become, he had told her. Truth.

But here she was- haunting his dreams.

He had reacted quickly, hiding himself away before she noticed his presence fully. Then he watched. He knew he should not, but he did anyway. A man dying of thirst, now drowning in an ocean. After that first night, he welcomed the flood. Soaked in its waters. If he could not cast her out of his heart, he could at least contain her in this cove of fantasy and possibility. The him who existed on these shores need not exist elsewhere. He could look upon his heart- know she was safe and far away from the Dread Wolf and the Din'anshiral he walked. 

So yes, he knows she dreams of this meadow often. Knows she has caught glimpses of him. Knows that if he seeks her out as he walks the Fade, she will find him. Knows that she searches for him. Knows that he should not encourage it. Lies to himself that it is okay like this, that he can be okay like this, watching her from afar. 

Var lath vir suledin.

At least this is the lie he allows himself to believe when he slips into dreaming at night, imagining a weight pressed to his chest and his arms winding around the greatest truth he has ever known. 

I wish it could, vhenan. Truth. 

My love…I will never forget you. Truth.

So much lying. And still too much truth. 

[dec0ra-grl]

WHY I THINK DUTCH VAN DER LINDE GREW UP AMISH

[no that isnt a joke, this is a genuine theory my ASD cooked up]

[includes sources]

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POINT 1; Origin

Dutch Van Der Linde is PA Dutch, “Dutch was born in 1855 to a woman of English descent named Greta and a father of Dutch ancestry somewhere near Philadelphia.”

a large majority of PA Dutch people live in Amish country, and Amish people tend to be PA Dutch. (most, not all. As a PA Dutch person, this is not a catch all statement)

Counties near Phillie include Chester, Montgomery, and Bucks. But Chester is widely considered the ‘small town’ of phillie, being located in its metropolitan area. So it's safe to assume he was from this county. (Also the other areas take much more time to get to Phillie in car, let alone on a horse and buggy) 

But what's also located in that area is Amish settlements.  Ones that have been around since the 1700s no less. Its possible given how he described his area of origin mixed with being PA Dutch that he lived in one of the settlements.

POINT 2; Childhood

Dutch describes his childhood as being strict,  “he left his home as he was a disobedient child and rarely got along with his mother”

Amish communities tend to have stricter and detached rules which could explain his desire to break the norm throughout the story. Just having a bit of a strict mom alone probably wouldn't cause such an explosive reaction on Dutch's side, but if his entire childhood was built off these values it could trigger a domino effect more similar to Dutch.

He left home at age 15-16, which is right around the age a child participates in Rumspringa. It's a tradition where the child gets to leave home for a year or two to participate in ‘forbidden’ activities and get to see the modern world. He didn't need to wait until he was older, it was the 1800s, but his desire to wait could point to him growing up in a community where Rumspringa was a tradition. (note that he also stated he left home, not runaway, despite being a child at the time. But this could just be a switch up of words)

POINT 3; Adulthood

In his adulthood, he seemed to completely cut ties with his family. Mentioning little about them in the game and even delaying the news of his mothers death. “his mother, who died in 1881 and was buried in Blackwater, although Dutch only found out several years later from an uncle of his.”

When someone leaves the Amish community, they go through shunning, meaning they will cut  contact with the community and family. The rules vary, and sometimes it's not complete isolation, but Dutch stated his dislike for his family multiple times which could explain his delay on learning of his mothers death and lack of mention of his family.

Going off the idea that he is shunned, his lack of supportive family could explain his desire for a found family. Amish communities are known for being tight-knit, which could also explain his experience with starting a sense of community.

THEORY FLAWS

One glaring flaw in this theory is his dad and his death. “His father fought for the Union in the American Civil War and died in a battle that occurred in Pennsylvania”

A big part of Amish beliefs is their pacifist views, which made them avoid the civil war. In fact, in PA they were exempt from the war. If they couldn't get exempt, there were fees they could pay to get exempted.

But it didn't make it impossible to end up on the battlefield. The Amish seemed to have mixed feelings about slavery, though a popular consensus was that it was bad and their religion did not agree with it.

Given how Dutch talked about his father in a better light than his mom, it's possible he got his mannerisms from his dad. And what's Dutch known for? His strong opinions and sense of justice. So if his dads anything like him, it would make sense for him to go into battle to fight for what he thinks goes against his beliefs, even if fighting contradicts his beliefs as well.

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Thank you for listening to me be crazy, and thank you to the people who requested to hear my insanity ♥

[mushies-stories]

The bounty

part 1 (part 2)

KakuzuXReaderXHidan

Summer: The Akatsuki were a bounty hunter's organization instead of yaknow, all dat end the world shit, and you have run away from home, so you don't have to marry an asshat. but with a bounty on your head for a safe return home you are easily caught by the best-known bounty hunter there is, and his side kick Hidan, but they can't bring you in just yet.

Warning: suggestive but smut to come. she/her, pet names, slight degrading, swearing.

(Edited for a better story line because i had more ideas)

word count: 3927

smut below

You were on the run from a marriage arranged by your parents who had arranged a marriage for you. One with a strong family bloodline and a man to take over once your father was to step down as the head of the village. The second son to a fiercely strong leader from a small worrier village. Your family wasn't really looking for smarts or money, just level headed enough to keep the peace and  who are strong. So a village of fighters was what he landed on.

You had met the man once before, your father spoke to him about marriage and baby nonsense and by the end of the day he left, picturing you caring for four imaginary children of his. Your father had convinced him he wanted you as his perfect little wife and child bearer. 

That didn’t sit well with you, not one bit. 

Deciding that you’d rather be a wanderer and find a new village and live alone forever than to be married to such a man, you snuck out one night with a backpack full of supplies and money you stole and ran as far and long as your legs could handle. You stumble on shaky legs into a small village, stayed for a night in a run down Inn then left right after breakfast. In the month since that first night you had made it a considerable distance considering you didn’t get out much.   

It wasn't long however before your parents put a bounty on you, using any resource they could to get you home. You hadn't even thought about bounty hunters being a possibility, you figured you could be far enough away from home that it would be impossible for anyone to recognize you.  

It was Hidan and Kakuzu who managed to catch you in a small village not far from where the hidden mist was. The job was to take you in alive and you had to be unharmed or a portion of the money would be taken from the bounty and you had a high one that Kakuzu didn't want to lose. So high in fact he almost questioned why one girl was worth so much but quickly disregarded the thought because he figured it would be a pretty easy job and you were worth an almost disgusting amount.

That same reason was also why you were staying in a rundown bathhouse with the pair of bounty hunters. Hidan, while attempting to stop your squirming, had punched you hard enough in the nose to leave a pretty nasty bruise. While it was effective in knocking you out it also meant Kakuzu was going to have to wait to bring you in, so a cheap bathhouse for a few nights was the best option till your face was healed enough to at least look presentable. 

When you woke the first thing you saw was the one with the mask. A stack of money sat next to him on the floor and his eyes were focused on a notebook that was practically tiny in his massive hand. 

You risked sitting up slowly, an act to fake some kind of pain, a headache maybe? You didn't really feel pain. An experiment with a forbidden Jutsu that fused a demon's blood with a human that had been lost for generations, it was supposed to rescue almost all sense of pain and extend your lifespan by 100 years at least.. Your father used you as his guinea pig and at first he was proud that it worked but he soon decided you were not truly worthy, not strong enough to handle being a worrier with the ability to only feel a fraction of pain dealt to you.

The mountain of a man either didn’t notice you or simply didn’t care that you had woken. You sat crossed legged facing the man and watched him. He was huge, and the only thing you could see were his red and green eyes and his hands. Hands that looked like they could snap you in two with no effort at all.

You suddenly remembered that that asshole with the scythe punched you in the face! You reached up and touched your nose, bringing your hand to your face and you felt dried blood. That irritated you, not because it hurt because it didn't but because he actually punched you, what kind of sadist asshole punches a clearly defenseless girl?!

Your attention turned back to the masked man and in a moment all hesitation left you. “Where am i?” You ask the man. 

“A shitty bathhouse in the middle of some even shittier mountains.” He said without looking away from his clearly important work.

Even shittier of an answer. “Who are you then, can you at least tell me that much?” You asked at least wanting to know who is bringing you to the fate of a bogus marriage. 

He took a moment to answer and acknowledge you even spoke, scribbling a few more things down before setting the book aside and folded the money before putting it in his pocket, His green eyes now fixed on you. “Bounty hunters, nothing else you need to know.” He stated. 

Well that wasn't an answer either. “I’d like to know the name’s i'm cursing for condemning me to a horrible fate.” You said crossing your arms over your chest, an attempt to look serious but with the fact that you knew this man towers over you, it really just made you look bratty. “Plus you must know my name, so it's only fair.”

Kakuzu’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at you in silence. You weren't sure what face he was really making, since you couldn't see anything else, his body was even covered by a thick cloak. “You're a little stupid aren't you?” He asked plainly, like it wasn’t offensive at all.

You couldn’t help the offended sound that left your mouth. “I am not! I just grew up with manners and respect, unlike you apparently.” you spat.

Kakuzu cocked a brow at your outburst. “I’d watch what you say Y/N.” He warned. When he took the job, he knew you were clearly from some kind of wealth, basically a princess in your village with how high the bounty was for you. He wasn't expecting to be handling a brat like you on the job however, normally women were scared of him instantly and here you were arguing with him. 

You stood up and crossed the room for the door. “You can't keep me here, I've already gotten hurt once and I don't want you to mess up my face anymore than you already have.” Just as you made it to the door you were yanked by the ankle and sent to the floor. You caught yourself and landed on your hands and knees. “Ow! Why did you do that!?” you shout, looking over to the man who was just now getting up from the floor. How did he do that?

Standing even a few feet away he was huge, looming and paralyzing you in place. A couple long strides and he was standing above you. He crouched down to be closer to your level, even though it just made you feel even more boxed in. Grabbing your chin firm between his fingers he forced your head up to look at him. “Fair? I'm a bounty hunter and you're lucky you're a live case. As for manners, I've been around a long time and I've dealt with enough little brats like you princess.” He says. “And since they want you unharmed, I can't exactly teach you the lesson you clearly need.” He growled. 

“Lesson?” you asked, confused. “There isn’t one thing you could teach me.” You chuckled and his hold on your face got tighter. Your hands came up to his forearm to try and get him to ease up but to no avail. “Oww, see you're a brute, hurting me this much.” You whined.

Rolling his eyes he loosened his grip. “I suppose maybe you're this stupid because you're a pure, sheltered, little girl.” 

You couldn't see his face but you didn't need to to know he was mocking you. “Don't make assumptions about who I am, you don't know anything about my life.” You shouted in his face. Maybe not the smartest choice. Kakuzu jerked you towards him with the firm grip on your chin, causing you to let out a yelp. No one has ever handled you like this before. Even your father avoided even being near you once he gave up on you.

“The virgin princesses kept hidden from boys tell it’s her time to marry. Most stay in the marriage and bear their husbands children but some, like you, run away but they tend to end up back home and married too.” He says like it was all facts. “Your kind has been around for a long time, princess.”

Your cheeks heat up at his accuracy nonetheless, that was the exact predicament you were in. “But I don't want to go back, he's stupid and he acts like a child!” you whined. “And I'm not a virgin!” you added. You don't know why you felt the need to defend that part of yourself, yeah you weren't a virgin but you might as hell have been. It was once when you were seventeen with a fisherman's son. It sucked and he came in two minutes. 

“That so? A brat like you who acts like a child got someone to sleep with her?” He shot the insult at you with a chuckle. 

Now fully offended by the man you struggle even harder to get out of his hold. Yanking on his arm and attempting to hit his chest with your fists but none of it worked. All it did was cause a deep rumbling laugh coming from the masked man as he watched you struggle. “Listen here princess.” His gravely stern voice froze your movements. His hold on you stayed firm and his eyes narrowed in on you. “If i knew i was going to be handling a brat i would have brought some rope to keep you tied up and quiet, but if you don't shut up now then your ass is going to be in a lot of pain later.” He threatened with a growl. “Understood?” You gulped and shook your head in understanding. His voice is enough to send shivers up your spine. “Good girl.” he said and released his hold on your face before standing up, walking back over to taking up his spot in the corner of the room. “And you don’t act like a child?” He asked, clearly taunting her. He almost couldn't help it, things got boring and a little brat taming was always interesting. He just had to keep himself in check. 

You sat back down and crossed your arms. “Do you really have to take me back? Are you really that heartless?” you asked, pouting and sticking out your bottom lip. 

You amused the grumpy old man. A woman who was determined to not follow such a blind path in life was admirable. The money on your head was too good to pass up however. “Save it princess, for your price I'm not backing out now. You‘ll look fine in a few days, Hidan’s out getting ointment right now to heal you up faster.” He informed you. 

“So you can say the other guy's name but not your own!” You stood up and marched over to where the man sat with an elbow resting on one knee. You didn't get him, why did it even matter? He looked up at you, turning his head just a little with curiosity. What did you think you were going to do? “I bet you aren't even that tough, just big and scary and lucky you were in the same run down village as me, I mean you did have to knock me out.” You mocked him. 

Kakuzu almost couldn't even be mad at your bratty rant because he couldn't believe just how dumb that logic was and how you couldn't see that. His cloak alone told everyone who he was, a bounty hunter from the akatsuki organization. The largest team of organized bounty hunters that's been established. He almost stayed perfectly calm, almost. Arm flashed before your eyes and before you could register anything that was happening his massive hand was wrapped around your neck and yanking you down to your knees between his own. Your hands came up to his arm like before in an attempt to make him release you and just like last time it didn't work. His grip around your neck was tight and quickly restricting any air flow. 

Leaning in so his face was level with yours he spoke in a low intimidating tone. “Listen here little girl, keep acting like a brat or you might not be making it home so safely.” He tightened his grip enough for you to suck in air and keep your focus as he continued. “This place is cheap and in the middle of mountains most people don't want to venture up. Besides with rich people the longer you're missing, more money tends to be poured into the pot.”

For a moment you glared up at him but almost instantly you put two and two together, yeah he gets more money later but you stay away from home longer and can maybe find a way to get free again. Almost instantly your bratty instinct kicked into overdrive. You let out a snort. “Like an old man like you would be able to keep up with handling me.” You retorted. 

Kakuzu was just about to make you regret those words, his tendrils were about to creep out from under his long sleeve to wrap around your neck so his hands could make good on that promise from earlier but before he could the door slid open and Hidan came barging in. 

His scythe almost hit the door frame on the way in, he set it down in the corner by the door. “got that cream shit you told me to get, had a few other stops along the way.” He tossed a small bottle in your general direction before he even noticed the position you two were in but when he did a comical grin spread across his face. “What's up old man? Taking the princesses for a ride?” He jokes, howling a laugh. 

Your face instantly darkened into a deep blush when you realized just how close you were and how this looked from the outside. You looked to Kakuzu to let you go. He rolled his eyes and dropped his hand from your throat, threads retreating. You stood and shook your head dramatically. “No, that's not at all what is going on! He was being mean and hurting me!” you defended yourself.

Hidan looked you two over as he made his way into the room and circled you once before taking the place right behind you. He leaned down to speak low and soft in your ear. “Well if he isn't then why don't you come back to my room? I’ll fuck you just right baby, oh yeah I’d have you screaming for me.”

His hand came up to grip your hip, causing you to jerk around and face the filthy mouthed man. “Why would I ever do that? You'd probably kill me!” You accused the white haired man. 

Hidan fakes offense and gasps but his devilish grin couldnt leave his face long enough for him to be taken seriously. He took a step closer and reached a hand behind your head, cradding it softly but keeping you in place as he leaned back down to your ear. “C’mon, I could make a virgin like you cum on my cock in a minute.” He whispered and gave your ear lobe a soft nip. 

Your face was burning now and you were starting to feel really hot. “You both keep calling me a virgin but im not! I've been with a man.” you defend yourself against another assumption. You push his hands away from you and go to take a few steps back but your foot hits something and you're suddenly tumbling backwards. You land hard on your ass with an ‘ooofe’  while your back hits something solid, it couldn't be the wall. You turn around and have to look up to see Kakuzu's masked face staring down at you, eyes holding a bored expression. Your face felt like it was on fire, this whole situation turned horrible in an instant. 

Kakuzu’s thick arm wrapped around your middle before you could even think about getting up yourself. You were being lifted and held at the giant man's side like a rag doll as he stood. “Hidan, stop messing around, you won't touch her because you would bruise her.” He said allowing you to stand on your own, you took a step back from both men. “I'm going to run an errand, see if the price for Y/N’s head has gotten any higher and you, Hidan.” Kakuzu paused to look Hidan directly in his partners eyes. “Are going to take her to the bathroom and clean up her face, then go back to your room and watch her and don't forget the ointment.” He instructed. 

Waving his hand dismissively Hidan yawned. “Yeah yeah got it old man. I can handle a little girl.” He said. 

Kakuzu gave a grunt as a response before turning to you. You could hardly maintain eye contact, something about his gaze was starting to affect you in some way. Was it the green and red giving him a more menacing look or was it all just his presents in the room. Just like how it was affecting you, you also couldn't tell what the reason was.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the grumpy man's gravely voice speaking to you. “And you will do as you're told and not attempt to run off, I don't need to come back to your ass beaten up by Hidan.” He warned. 

“I promise I’ll only beat her ass if she asks me too.” Hidan laughed at his own joke.

You sent Kakuzu a worried look, he sent you a short shrug before opening and leaving the sliding door open for you two to go to the washroom. 

“Well let's go princess.” Hidan called for you as he too walked out the door but turned the opposite direction as his partner. “Let's get you cleaned up.”

You hesitated a moment before reluctantly following after the man. Down the hall and around the corner you stood before the doors contemplating just running and seeing how that ended up. “We?l get going, I don't feel like waiting all evening.” He urged you. 

You walked into the bathroom and noticed Hidan followed you in behind you. You turned and put your arms out in front of you, stopping him from walking any farther. “What are you doing here? Can’t I even use the bathroom by myself?!” You shouted. 

Hidden let out a low laugh. “Hey, babe I'm just here to make sure you don't run away.” He shrugged his shoulders. 

You lowered your arms to your sides and frowned up at him. “Get out.” you said simply. 

He cocked a brow at you. “What was that little meat? Couldn't hear you from down there.” He teased, bending down just a bit and turning his head to the side to hear you better. 

That's when you had an idea, if he hurt you and left a mark then you'd have more time to figure out how to get away from the two brutes. You sucked in a quick breath, balled your hand into a fist and swung at Hidan face as hard as you could. You regretted that decision as soon as the throbbing in your hand started, it felt like you had broken your entire hand on his face.You held your aching hand in the other and glanced at the white haired devil to see if you managed to achieve your goal in pissing him off. He was holding his face and staring blankly at the wall beside him. He slowly dropped his hand and turned his haad back to face you. Blood was running from his nose and down his chin and his signature grin was spreading across his face.

You looked at him with wide eyes, he liked it… He enjoyed you hitting him.

“That almost hurt, little girl.” Hidan growled and wiped the blood on the back of his hand then took a step towards you, you backed up a step and his grin grew wider. In a moment he was standing in front of you and pushing your back into the sink. His right hand came up to snake his lanky fingers around your neck just enough so you could still breath while his other hand held your hip in place. “Are you trying to get hurt, Or are you trying to turn me on?” He said, voice husky.

You couldn't think of words, mind frazzled by the man. You blinked blankley up at him trying to think of how to tell him off. He chuckled and slid a knee between your legs, pressing it into your core. The action caused a breathy gasp to leave your lips and Hiden to chuckle. The hand around your throat moves to cradle the back of your head so Hidan has room to push his face into your neck and inhale your scent deeply. 

You shivered at the sensation, you wanted to push him away but your body was frozen in place. You yelped when he nipped your neck softly before gently kissing the same spot. “Hidan, what are you doing?” you asked breathlessly.

He looked up from the crook of your neck with dark eyes. “I'm being gentle with you, treating you like the sweet princess you are.” He kisses your jaw near your chin before sticking his tongue out and licking along your curves to the spot below your ear, he sucking the soft skin between his lips.

Your hands came up to hold onto his cloak to keep steady. You grit your teeth in an attempt to keep quiet but it didn’t stop the moan that escaped you when he repeated the action with more aggression and teeth. You struggled against him but with his thigh between your legs and rubbing against your now tingling pussy your brain was starting to get foggy fast.

“Hidan~” you whine, pushing against him. “Stop Hidan, I want to clean my face, get out.” you said, bringing him back to the task at hand.

He pulled his head from your sensitive skin and looked down at you. ”We need to get you new clothes.” He remarked out of nowhere. 

You looked down at yourself. Your shirt and pants were dirty and there were small tares and holes everywhere from trying to run away from the bounty hunter pair. “Then get me clothes but right now get out! You can watch me from outside.” You demanded, giving him another shove. 

“Yeah yeah fine whatever.” He said dramatically pulling away from you and walking to the door. He turned back around before exiting. “Be a good girl and make it quick.” He said cheerfully before disappearing into the hallway. You bet with his perverted ear to the door too.

Too be continued~

[dire-miralis]

Some oddball elder dragons and elder-adjacent monsters i hope will return in Wilds thanks to the grand scale of the game:

Note: I define an oddball as a monster that either hasn't shown up in a long time, and/or is very distinct from the general vibes that more powerful monsters tend to be given.

Nakarkos and Vaal Hazak: Putting these together because they would inhabit the same kind of biome. It looks like Wilds will be taking place in the New World, and i genuinely hope we will see at least an echo of the weirdness of the Rotten Vale return. Many people wanted Nakarkos is World because of the Rotten Vale, but it's clear it couldn't have happened considering the body type limitations the staff dealt with at the time. This clearly isn't the case anymore. The biomes we have seen so far are pretty tame, and beyond any specific monster wishes, i'm hoping that there are some weird maps in store that will allow more specialized new and returning monsters to show up.

Lao Shan Lung, Yama Tsukami, Shen Gaoren, and Kulve Taroth: I think the larger maps are kind of begging for a rework of sieges. I really hope we get to see more single-player friendly siege monster fights. The Seikret's ability for vertical transportation may allow for less clunky use of larger areas in combat with giant monsters.

Dalamadur [DLC]: Honestly i don't have big hopes for that one, as i don't really see how you could make an encounter with it that is in any way distinct from it's 4th gen fight. I suppose it could belong in the above siege category i mentioned, but i don't really see it just, existing anywhere outside of a giant cave, so it would probably still need an arena. Regardless i like it, it's an oddball, and i share everyone's wish to see it back, so, i might as well mention it.

White Fatalis [DLC post release content]: Only an oddball because it hasn't shown up in newgen as of yet. Obviously a popular monster, and i'm still so confused as to why it never showed up in Rise to save it from being the only game in the franchise with Zero forbidden dragons. I'm also going to be brutally honest and say it like it is: There is no point in Fatalis showing up without White Fatalis in any game after MH1. Fatalis in the first game was interesting because it was the only western-looking dragon, which made it stand out and communicated clearly that there was something unnatural about it. As of Kushala existing though, this idea was made obsolete, and White Fatalis was a good way to mitigate Fatalis's loss of visual purpose. Fatalis in World means Nothing outside of "hey look it's the final boss from the first game oooo". If Fatalis comes back in the DLC, which i'm almost sure it will because this is World devs, i want Grandpa back for moral support.

Dire Miralis [DLC post release content] : Considering what they are aiming to do with Wilds is seemingly to step up the franchise yet another step above what World did, what monster could possibly be more impressive as a final post release update for the DLC than the largest black dragon of the series, which hasn't been seen ever since it first appeared in Tri Ultimate ? Very few monsters could hold the title of being as huge of a flex as Dire Miralis would be. Yes, Dalamadur would be more visually grand, and also never appeared (alive) after 4 Ultimate, but Dire Miralis would also be a very elegant monster to bring back lore-wise: The grand architect said to constructs and destroys continents, returning in a game which is building the franchise's formula anew. Beautiful. And yes, i may be biased.

Shara Ishvalda: I hope it will return, i have no elaborate reason for it really. It's cool, it's weird, the spectacle of it is great, and it's from Iceborne so the assets are already there.

Honorable mentions:

Ceadeus: one of my favorite monsters but unfortunately impossible to wish for, as underwater combat will not feature in Wilds. Gaismagorm: It's so lackluster worldbuilding-wise that the devs would pretty much have to rework it basically from the ground up, and while i hope it does return, i really don't get my hopes up. Morudomunto: Disqualified because it's a spinoff monster. Kinda mad that Arkveld is aesthetically a swagless version of it though.

[loominggaia]

Some details about Zov’s saga + Lilian + the future of Taybiya and other stuff. I may or may not go this direction, these are just early concepts. The following text contains spoilers for future Looming Gaia stories, so I'm placing it under a cut:

So, there is one detail about Zov that is pretty important. He's infected with “Goblin Sleeper Virus”, which is like the goblin equivalent of HIV. Untreated, it becomes fatal fairly quickly.

Zov’s master, Dorzlaf, used his fame as a pit fighter to charge crazy prices for his genetic material, and forced Zov to breed with thousands of goblin slave women throughout his career.

At some point Zov contracted GSV from one of these women. Dorzlaf realized this after taking Zov for a regular checkup in Zareen Empire, but obviously didn't want to tell anyone because that would hurt his profits. So, he acquired Zareenite medications to suppress the virus and mixed them in with the cocktail of other illicit drugs he gave Zov every day. Zov himself had no idea he carried this virus, as the drugs kept it dormant.

However, they didn't stop it from being contagious. Zov became a Typhoid Mary, infecting thousands of slaves with this deadly and highly infectious disease. He infected not only other slaves, but their offspring too, who often contracted it from their mothers at birth. Not to mention all the fellow pit fighters he infected by blood exposure during matches. There is a recent epidemic of GSV in Evangeline Kingdom, and little does anyone realize Zov is responsible for it…or more accurately, Dorzlaf is responsible.

Dorzlaf didn't give a damn about the epidemic because he got his money, and it would be years before those women showed symptoms, making it impossible to trace back to Zov. Evangeline Kingdom does not have the medical technology to detect or treat GSV, so Evangelite slavemasters had no choice but to watch their goblin slaves waste away from unknown causes. Meanwhile Dorzlaf had the wealth to import expensive, illicit Zareenite medicines so his goblin slave could live.

Zov actually doesn't find out he has GSV until well after he escapes Dorzlaf and ends up with the Order of Love and Light. The temple's physician is able to correctly diagnose him and acquire his medication for him, as the temple is in Taybiya, which basically has no laws. Zareenite tech and meds can be imported easily enough.

Zov is dependent on this medication for life. This means he can never live in a Nymph Pact kingdom, as industrial age medicines are forbidden. This limits him to Taybiya, Zareen, Damijana, Yerim-Mor, and Unseelie.

During his time with the Order of Love and Light, Zov discovers his hidden talent during art therapy. He channels his trauma onto canvas and paints powerful artwork. He was once famous for pit fighting, and this fame jumpstarts his new art career. Collectors are willing to pay big bucks for an original painting by Zov the Elf-Eater, legendary pit-fighter.

Zov builds a fortune this way, especially after being contacted by Queen Azura, who funds a traveling exhibition showcasing the horrors of Evangelite slaving culture. The exhibition is a global hit, and Zov’s art finds its way into the prestigious World Athenaeum museum. Best of all, Zov gets to travel the world just like he always dreamed.

Zov finds himself with more money than he knows what to do with. At this point he is in a relationship with Lily and they're considering marriage. But Lily is a devout Karenzan who rejects excess wealth, so he donates it all away to make her happy. They remain at the temple with Patience and Buddy, continuing to do humanitarian work. Zov’s art sales bring funding which the temple uses for big projects.

Meanwhile, Lily finds her calling working with children. More specifically, she works as a caretaker at a Karenzan orphanage. Buddy simply tends the Taybiyan temple of Love and Light with Patience. Zov and Lily eventually marry each other and adopt one of the children at Lily's orphanage, raising her in the temple to be a priestess. She is a goblin girl with GSV, who happens to be one of Zov’s many children. Her mother escaped Evangeline enslavement and gave birth to her daughter in Taybiya, only to die of the GSV Zov gave her, so the daughter ended up at Lily's orphanage. Unlike her mother, she receives drugs to suppress her disease and lives a normal life. Her name is Jen Fay Zov, but her parents call her Jennie.

Lily never wanted to stay in Taybiya, as it's where all her bad memories with the Dusk clan took place. But now she's forming happy memories here, and Taybiya begins seeing improvement as the Karenzans influence its culture more and more. It was once a vampire-infested, crime-plagued hellhole, but in the future, Taybiya becomes a pleasant Karenzan enclave.

As it grows, it establishes itself as a new minor kingdom like the Crescent Dominion, except much more functional and benevolent. It's called Azizaland, and the temple's high priestess becomes its first queen. That happens to be Patience, and then Lily becomes a princess just like she always dreamed. However, her idea of what a “princess” has changed since then, and she rejects a life of material wealth for a humble life of spiritual wealth.

Just an idea! Not sure how much of this I'll actually canonize yet. Opinions?

[gavfleetout]

I will never shut up about this, but I cannot for the life of me understand why Ezra did not join Thrawn, or why they didn’t have thrawn not just be on a random planet, but command it. Or even if not that why they didn’t do literally anything other than what they did for the latter half of ahsoka s1.

My main issue is they had almost nothing happen to these characters for 10 years beside growing a beard and getting leveled up. I have specific changes I would make, but that’s the crux of it.

Thrawn is afaptable, and I believe if he was stranded on a forbidden land, he would secure the situation and make sure things were safe, and plot a course back home. Only Thrawn and his men had TEN YEARS on this planet. Thats a lot of time to just be chilling in your start destroyer. It feels like it’s more in character for Thrawn, who plans for every contingency, to amass and expand his forces. Recruit warlords and organize the planet in a way where he has more control over the situation, and more allies and resources to draw upon. He can still be looking for a way home, but after all this time, you can’t tell me he wasn’t trying to make sure that if return was truly impossible, he would still have his backup plan ready.

That brings me to Ezra. Ezra, at his core, is all about protecting people. He is full of compassion. So why do I think he would willing side with Thrawn? Because while Thrawn is not overly considerate of preserving lives, he is not wasteful with them either. And considering the planet they arrived in was so lawless, I can see a version of events where Thrawn convinces Ezra (who quite literally has no other options and probably expected to die after s4 let’s be real) that if they bring order and justice, different from the empire’s version of it, they can truly help the people of the planet. Even the Victorian snail guys.

But why would Ezra believe this? He’s seen Thrawn’s destruction first hand. Except that was when Thrawn worked for the empire. And Thrawn doesn’t care about the empire per se, he cares about ensuring a safe galaxy for his own people, the Chiss, who are not involved in galactic affairs or even known by most of the galaxy. I feel like if Thrawn made a concerted effort to empathize in order to win a desperate, victorious Ezra over, he could. And I think Ezra’s own want for justice and control and his own past temptation to the dark side would make the offer seem more appealing. HOWEVER I believe that Ezra would do his best to ensure a morality so applied to their new planet’s mini empire. He would do his best to limit thrawns abuses and probably look out for farmers and the little guys especially.

Thrawn would look out and see world that needs to be corralled and materials to be used, Ezra would look out and see a world suffering, and I think the two could make their efforts align.

But why do I think this is better? While I don’t know if it is better, it is more complex. 10 years change a person, and I don’t think Ezra would be the same after all those years when the only remnant of his home are the imperial forces. (Not that every character should be gritty and dark after a time skip, that’s stupid) I don’t think this change contradicts his character, and only adds to the dissonance when he and Sabine reconnect. To her, him joining Thrawn is a betrayal of their entire space family. But to Ezra, in that situation, it could have been the most Ezra thing to do. I also wish they’d expanded on Ezra and Thrawn relationships more, because Ezra being one of the few people to ever defeat Thrawn so utterly is an accomplishment, and I think Thrawn would value him as an ally and not just let him wander off with the snail men.

So yeah, I think having neither Ezra nor Thrawn having done or changed in any primary way over the span of 10 years is dumb and they should have had them be doing something. Preferably something angst and character drama building. Like they didn’t have to go tHis route, but they could have done something more interesting. Like cmon, you telling me Ezra just letting people get attacked by bandits and Thrawn hasn’t organized this misshapen planet into an efficient system?

[sonnenreich]

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]

@kettensaege wondered : nasturtium, describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland . ⸻ born in the care of white witches, zeev had nothing to worry about nor to be afraid of. despite the skepticism he was loved and he absolutely loved his home. the place wasn't truly important, but the people were. the land itself, Scotland to be precise, wasn't much of importance for him, too. Most witches of the coven came from different parts of the United Kingdom and beyond, he considers himself more of a Brit than a Scot. He misses his home, more than he'd care to admit, but above all he misses his sisters.

@vcnenum researched : belladonna, how does your muse respond to silence ? do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ? ⸻ even though zeev can talk non-stop & listen to others all day long, he's comfortable enough in silence, too. since he's forced to live all by himself for quite some time he's got used to the silence. he's following his own thoughts for company. however, he'd always choose noise above quietness. sometimes, depending on what happened before turning silent, he might feel uneasy. it's when he knows there are things that need to be said.

@vcnenum researched : daisy, did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  ⸻ most definitely. zeev had been such a loving, open-hearted and social boy / young man. he still is, but it is tainted. / the day he pushed himself to commit forbidden magic to save his family.

@vcnenum & @nepnthc researched : lavender, how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,  how might one go about mending it ? ⸻ he may not seem like it, but he's not trusting anyone since his own family exiled him. the people he would have sacrificed himself for, throwing him away like he never mattered. he believes, if his own blood can betray him, so can essentially anyone. he like to keep people close though, act like a friend (or a lover), but in the end he's just taking advantage to meet his needs. gaining his trust is near impossible (but of course it'd be lame if it were truly). mending it tho? that's irreparable for sure.

@vcnenum & @vikasgarden researched : violet, how does your muse respond to betrayal ? ⸻ zeev is a silent river running deep, he's not one to let you know. but he'll get his revenge, sooner or later. one way or another. he's a sun eager to burn.

@nepnthc whispers : sunflower, what brings your muse the most joy in life? 🌻 ⸻ sunrises, rustling of pages, wind chimes, smell of burning alder wood, well made food, simple chamomile tea with honey, attention, being cared about, his sisters.

@nepnthc whispers : salvia, is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them?  how do they express that possessiveness, or lack thereof? ⸻ as of right now, he's not possessive at all. he knows people won't stick, they'll leave and they'll go on, just as he will. he wouldn't degrade himself to someone who needs another person. he's big enough for himself. he'Il not fight for anyone, his doors are always open. why should he allow himself to be vulnerable to betrayal? I can imagine him being obsessive, though.

@nepnthc whispers : poppy, what comforts your muse? ⸻ honey infused chamomile tea, the smell of lemongrass & honeysuckle, heavy sunlight, physical closeness

@heartofglass-mindofstone chuckles : lotus, has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ? have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start , or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ? ⸻ not yet, but he's on a path that'll more or less lead to exactly that. he'll develop a new feeling of himself, the meaning of his life and what he wants to achieve. occupied with the repressed emotions of betrayal and hurt, he's quite silently suffering and that's usually bound to burst one day or another. question is what'll happen then? can't wait to figure that out fully.

@heartofglass-mindofstone chuckles : edelweiss, what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ? ⸻ bravery isn't really an attribute he'd assign himself, but he isn't a coward, too. he had always protected his family, even though most of the time his sisters and fellow witches were more than capable of doing it themselves.

@heartofglass-mindofstone chuckles : lily, how does your muse view their mother ? ⸻ mother issues incoming. abort abort. she'd been the most important person in his life - and has taken everything that's dear to him away from him. I guess you can imagine.

@vikasgarden sows : bay tree, does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ? ⸻ not at all, to both. he's still not quite sure what he truly seeks, probably acclaim the most and he wants to be right. he wants to hear that he'd been right in doing what he'd done. even though he loves pretty things, he's not seeking wealth or money. still, he surely needs to be idolized.

@vikasgarden sows : chamomile, what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  ⸻ he definitely turns stronger, but he also assumes you're at fault. depending on how relevant the pain is to the greater scheme of things, he'll either teach you what balance means to a witch - or he'll just not waste his time on you.

@vikasgarden sows : forget - me - not, has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ? ⸻ [ spoiler alert ] Playing around with dark magic is bound to come with consequences.

@vikasgarden sows : gladiolus, describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget . ⸻ something he'd told Enid recently: I remember Wren taking hours upon hours picking daisies just to knot them somehow into my hair. I found them days after!

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Prince Royalty AU Masterlist

Amaryllis (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: In which Dan has to wed Princess Alice when he would much rather marry her brother, Philip.

A Royal Pain - jilliancares

Summary: Dan Howell is a prince. Unlike most, known for their benevolent behaviors and elegant manners, he’s known for his sullen mood and vituperative remarks. After all, being a prince is not much fun; not with the lack of friends and the abundance of dumb tasks, such as trying to find the perfect bride and hosting dinners with nobles. Dan only has one friend, a prince from the neighboring kingdom Leona, and his days improve greatly when Phil finally comes to visit. However, with Phil comes a variety of strange accidents, all of which putting Dan’s life in danger. Is someone trying to assassinate Dan?

Duties - auroraphilealis

Summary: Prince Dan’s kingdom is admist a horrible war, and the only way to put an end to it is to marry the princess of a faraway kingdom. Dan’s faithful knight Phil has to pay the price.

Fairy Tale (ao3) - Star4545

Summary: Phil is a lonely prince looking for a boyfriend, and Dan is a dirty peasant that can't afford a loaf of bread.

Forbidden Love - maddyneedsalife

Summary: Prince Philip is in love with the peasant boy names Daniel. Philip is arranged to be married. But somethings never go to plan.

Free. (ao3) - heyitsnxel

Summary: He knew he was engaged to the prince – Philip, his parents had told him. They had always told him he was part of some prophecy. But, while they seemed to think it would all be worth it in the end, Dan was beginning to have his doubts.

I’ll Remember (ao3) - jqueen17

Summary: Prince!Phil AU

I See The Light - so-much-cherry-everywhere

Summary: tangled!au where the lost prince Dan and peasant thief Phil go for a boat ride and watch the lanterns rise in the kingdom from afar.

Masquerade (ao3) - lionkid (orphan_account)

Summary: Dan’s father has decided to host a masquerade ball so his son can find his new queen. Dan ends up finding someone a little different.

Royal Love (wattpad) - PhanOnIce

Summary: Taking place in Medieval Times, Prince Daniel falls in love with his servant Philip and is determined to make their relationship work.

steal my heart (steal my whole life too) - auroraphilealis

Summary: Captain of the Royal Guard and Prince of Morellia, Philip Lester has never been given the chance to find love. Instead, he’s run from a system that works to end class differences and improve equality for its citizens. Happy as he is to make the world a better place, Phil can’t help feeling bitter towards his ancestors for making it impossible for him to find someone who will actually love him for more than just his title, and strives instead for a life of justice and doing good - only to meet his match in the King of Thieves, a man who will change everything he once thought he knew in life. Together, they must depart on a quest to save the kingdom, and, in the process, destroy their differences and find their own form of love.

The Prince and the Merman (ao3) - DutchInsanity, Hannah_Writes

Summary: Phil felt stressed out because of his being forced to marry but will everything change when he meets Dan, who just so happens to be a merman.

The Prince And The Youtuber (ao3) by koleen

Summary: Dan Howell is the Prince of England and the first grandson of a late King, and Phil Lester is a famous Youtuber who turns out to be the first grandson of a late King’s Hand, the best friend of the late King. On one night of celebration of their daughters’ pregnancies 18 years ago, the best friends made a drunken pact to marry their first grandchildren to each other the year they both turn 18, completely forgetting to consider that their first grandchildren could both be male.

The World Going By My Window (ao3) - CaibrynM

Summary: Dan is a reluctant Crown Prince, always watching the world outside his window and wondering what else is out there. As he walks through the village outside the Castle walls one day, he meets an quirky villager with a passion for nature, an oddly constructed house, and a secretive past.

They’ll Tear Us Apart If You Give Them The Chance by howellslester

Summary: Dan and Phil are both princes that have been taught to hate each other.

Those Who Love (wattpad) - mychemicalsophiee

Summary: Dan finds out that not everything is always normal, and most definitely, you can never avoid being one of those who love.

Together, We Will Rule - doomedhowell

Summary: Phil is the prince and soon to be future king, and hasn’t found his soulmate yet. Everybody in the kingdom is on edge waiting to know who will be the future princess. But, plot twist, his soulmate happens to be Dan (aka a boy, and not a princess), and everybody is shocked because being gay isn’t accepted with most people in the kingdom. But, it’s not Phil’s fault his soulmate turned out to be a boy, so things have to change whether the kingdom likes it or not. He and everyone else in the kingdom have to get used to this new idea of there being two kings rather than a king and a queen.

Two Princes - doomedhowell

Summary: Phil is the son of The King, and Dan is a homeless peasant who lives in the woods outside of town. Phil finds him one day and brings him to the castle to live there and work in the kitchens. Fast forward a little bit, where both Dan and Phil realize that they love each other.

We’ll Never Be Royals - phanimist

Summary: royalty au where phil’s the kind handsome prince and dan’s a poor commoner who dreams of becoming world class musician. phil’s parents hold a ball so he can meet his suitors, but he ends up falling for the pianist instead.

Wishing For The Stars (ao3) - jqueen17

Summary: A Prince!Phil Servant!Dan AU that was a lot of fun to write and has a lot of fluff in it

[brandwhorestarscream]

Can we get some Megatron raising unicron moments please?

I know you guys probably want some dramatic demonic shenanigans, but honestly? His raising the little sparkling was very anticlimactic. His past with Primus has been wiped clean away, there's not a sliver of remembrance left in his head. His new life started as every other newborn baby's does: completely helpless and reliant on his parents for care.

Megatronus brought him back to the temple and, after a long conversation with Orion, decided they would keep him. He's just an innocent sparkling, putting him to death for who he used to be would be a grievous sin.

There are precautions to be taken, of course. They're hypervigillant, overprotective parents for one very specific reason: to make sure he never bleeds. Sparklings can be clumsy and downright rambunctious, and his having purple energon would be impossible to explain, both to the kid himself and to any witnesses.

Megatronus knows that if anyone were to find out who the kid is, was, he'd never know peace. People would call for his head, he'd be hated, harrassed, and hunted for the rest of his life. So, though it's not ideal, he and Orion resolve to keep him confined. Little baby Unicron grows up secluded inside the temple in Kaon, contained to his family's residential wing and forbidden to leave. Megatronus and Panacea spin up a story--his injuries as a baby plus a genetic disorder have left him with no Internal Defense System aka IDS deficit. He gets the slightest virus and he'd probably drop dead, so for his health and safety they keep him inside in a controlled, sterile environment. They have to keep him away from everyone; his very presence is repulsive to most cybertronians, a natural aversion to the anti-spark making them feel antsy and sick.

It's not all bad tho! He's the youngest of several younglings Megop have adopted over the years, so he has brothers and sisters that go above and beyond to keep him company and well entertained in his little home bubble. He grows up very loved and doted on, dare I say even spoiled. He connects with other people online that are in similar living situations, forcibly confined due to terrible health that cannot be cured.

He's a perfectly normal sparkling, all things considered. Loves his family, loves to play, curious as ever and of course desperate to see the world beyond the walls, but understanding it's for his own safety. He doesn't find out who he really is until he's a young adult, and 👀 something veeery interesting happens. Namely, The Spawn

[abyssal-ali]

time, curious time/cutting me open then healing me fine

Rating: T

Pairing: implied Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter but can be read as platonic Drarry

TW: Minor character death at the beginning but the time travel fixes it; I never claimed to understand time turners; many things are probably not as canon, but considering it’s a crossover and time travel fix-it, assume anything not-happening-as-canon is because of the time travel shenanigansery :D. oh and some Avada'ing but it's just Death Eaters so it's fine:)

WC: 3k ao3 Masterlist

A/N: Happy Birthday, Ella!<3 I created this crack time travel fix-it just to write you a fic that explains the Cedric/Edward doppelganger-ism. I hope you like it! Many thanks to @sarcasticbambi for her usual wonderful betaing job<3

Yes, you read this right. It's a crack Harry Potter x Twilight fic. I have no explanation or excuse.

May 2, 1998

Dust and cold grey wisps of cloud swirled around the ruins of Hogwarts, the wind blowing the young man’s hair into his face. The pale blond strands had come loose from all the dueling and drama earlier that day. Taking the opportunity to subtly rub his eyes as he fixed his hair, Draco Malfoy erased any trace of sorrow over the fallen, both friends and enemies.

He crossed the courtyard, sidestepping piles of rubble and crumbled statues, past a wall, a pale hand sticking out from under it. By the broken-down stairs, a body curled up, seeming asleep or grieving, perhaps. Ignoring the faint shouts and spells being cast by the winners scattered around the remains of the school, he carefully laid a hand on their shoulder. 

The curls gave away who it was, but Hermione didn’t react at all. Draco hadn’t expected her to; the entire Trio had fallen in action. The Weasel lay a little further beyond the Mudblood, and Draco knew that the Boy-Who-Lived was now the Boy-Who-Died, lying with his fallen compatriots.

He refused to go near them.

His lips curling into a sneer, he apparated back to Malfoy Manor. Lucius and Narcissa were with the Dark Lord, no doubt setting up as the new ruler of the Wizarding World’s right-hand family.

The vault was easy enough to get into – he’d been in it more than enough times as he was laden down with items to be a showcase for the Malfoy family’s wealth and prosperity.

This time, he left the vault, seemingly with nothing to show for his two-minute excursion.

With one last look around his old home, he activated what he had found.

~~~

November 20, 1994

The fuss about Potter being selected as a second Hogwarts Champion by the Goblet of Fire was ridiculous. Clearly, Potter hadn’t wanted to be chosen, and the judges all knew that it was difficult for someone to tamper with the relic. 

Draco huffed as he passed yet another hallway full of students whispering about the uncommon results. Why they continued to whisper about something strange happening around someone whose very existence should have been impossible was beyond him. 

The flutter of wings sounded just before the weight of his eagle owl, Ulixes, landed on his shoulder. A paper wrapped around its leg caught his eye, and he untied the string holding the missive to his owl. 

Unfurling the paper, a smirk took over his features as he read. 

Excellent. 

Things should proceed much more smoothly now.

~~~

June 18, 1995

The days coming up to the Third Task weren’t any less nerve-wracking for Draco than the Trio, with his own machinations to plot. Thankfully, the Trio was too busy preparing for the final test to pay much attention to him, although he did miss his daily verbal spars with Potter and occasionally Granger.

Nothing could go wrong. He was ruined if they were even a minute late.

Checking the time, he cast a series of spells and slipped out of his room in the Slytherin dungeons. 

The Forbidden Forest was quite dark, only a tiny speck of light from the giant’s hut visible through the screen of thick trees and cloudy mist. Draco huffed as he rubbed his hands together, a thin stream of breath spiraling up to the moon.

A branch cracked behind him, and he turned.

Several cloaked individuals emerged from the shadows.

“Malfoy?”

His lips curved in a smirk. Oh yes, it was all coming together.

~~~

June 24, 1995

The crowd cheered as Cedric walked out in his Hufflepuff yellow and black, escorted by his father, Amos; the happy blaring of the band provided an upbeat mood to the third task.

Crabbe, Goyle, and Draco sat in the midst of the crowd, a bold red “Krum” painted on Crabbe’s forehead as they cheered for the competitors entering the arena.

Diggory nodded back at Potter as they entered the maze. The third task had begun.

It was rather boring to be watching an empty arena, the only visible things being tall walls of plants. Draco climbed down the bleachers, leaving his cronies behind, muttering about knowing a better spot for a more exciting view.

Once he was safely away from the crowd, who were mindlessly fascinated by the entrance of the maze – for Merlin’s sake, it wasn’t even the exit – he apparated to the spot where his acquaintances were waiting.

The cloaked figures emerged from the shadows at his appearance.

“Are you ready?” he asked one final time. They nodded.

A flash of blue light filled the space as the Cup port-keyed the Hogwarts champions to the Little Hangleton graveyard.

Draco sneered as he watched Potter realize where he ended up. Of course, the bloody git had shared the victory with Diggory.

“Cedric! We need to leave! I’ve seen this place in my dreams!” Potter frantically tried to get his teammate’s attention, but he was captivated by the discovery of the Cup being a Portkey.

“Cedric!”

Pettigrew slithered out from the dark, his wand glowing green as he cast the Killing Curse.

“No!” Potter yelled, seeing Diggory’s pale face lying still against a grave. 

Draco had to admit to himself that it was a fitting place to die – you could be buried right there and save a lot of hassle for the living.

Outwardly, he sighed and dusted off his robes, his wand tip glowing green. What was another?

“Avada Kedavra!”

Potter’s face remained frozen in shock and horror as Pettigrew collapsed.

The weak, wheezing chuckles of the incorporeal being in Pettigrew’s arms annoyed Draco.

“Well done, just like your father. I suppose you will have to take Pettigrew’s place as my servant for this part. Get some of Harry Potter’s blood and put it in that cauldron.”

“This is for you, my lord.” Draco bowed low mockingly. “Avada Kedavra.” 

A sound like the wind rushed through the air as the green light hit the pale head of the once-Dark Lord.

Grimacing, Draco wiped his hand down his pants as he realized his wand was uncomfortably sweaty. Apparently, facing your worst nightmare and killing the one who killed your lo- your rival was a stressful situation.

The black-cloaked figures behind him fanned out, two darting over to the Hufflepuff’s body while he turned to Potter.

“You’re welcome.”

“W-what did you do?” asked Potter, thoughtlessly taking the hand Draco extended to help him up.

Honestly, did he have no self-preservation at all? How had he survived until the end of the Second Wizarding War at all?

He’d just killed two people!

Draco tsked.

“I just rid you of your archnemesis, and you ask what I did?”

“But- why? Your family-”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Did no one ever tell you not to look too hard at someone who casts a Protego for you?”

Potter sputtered, and Draco shook his head. 

“But Cedric-”

“Potter, I need you to trust me.” Draco stared into Potter’s blue eyes. “Do you trust me?”

Potter paused.

“Yes.”

Draco sighed, relieved. “Then just follow my lead and do what I say, and I’ll explain everything later.”

“Okay,” Potter nodded obediently.

Draco fished a vial from the depths of his robe’s pockets and popped the cork on the Polyjuice Potion. Downing it with a grimace, he waited to take the form of a fully revived Voldemort.

“Protego. Fianto Duri.”

With Potter sufficiently shielded, he turned his wand to the dark, heavily clouded sky. “Morsmordre.”

Draco turned his back on Potter and awaited the apparating of the Death Eaters, including his father.

“Ah, my loyal soldiers,” he began, channeling his best Voldemort, figuring that having been raised around and served under him for years would help him impersonate the dark wizard long enough to fool the Death Eaters, who hadn’t seen the Dark Lord in quite a while.

The obnoxious wizards and witches paid their respects, and Draco couldn’t help wondering if Voldemort ever got tired of the insincerity and fear surrounding his servants or if it was something he relished.

On Draco’s part, it was repulsive, and he couldn’t wait for his self-inflicted farce to end.

“I see that some of you have not come to my aid despite my symbol in the sky,” he intoned, stalling for time.

“To prove your loyalty, I wish for you all to give me your wands for this moment. Fear not; if you have been loyal, you will be rewarded beyond your vastest imagination,” he breathed. “For we will take over Hogwarts, and then – the entire Wizarding World will be unable to stop us! Potter,” he spat, “is already under my command now that I am in my form. Wands!”

The Death Eaters exchanged worried-yet-attempted-nonchalant glances, handing their wands over to him.

“Excellent.” The high, breathy voice of the Dark Lord was irritating to copy and made him inwardly cringe, but Draco carried through.

“Stupefy!”

The lot of the Death Eaters were momentarily stunned and knocked unconscious. Draco took advantage of that time to cast a Petrificus Totalus and Mimblewimble and ensure they couldn’t wake up and cause mischief. 

“Potter, I’m taking the Death Eaters to Hogwarts. I cast an Anti-Disapparition jinx here, so you can’t apparate. Take this bottle; it’s a port-key to Hogwarts.” Draco nodded at a bottle standing on a grave a row away, undoing the protective spells around Potter.

With a nod at the cloaked figures that Potter had mostly ignored, he grabbed the bottle when Potter did, flashing back to Hogwarts.

Draco looked around, noting that they’d ended up outside McGonagall’s office.

“Potter, get Dumbledore and McGonagall and the Ministry of Magic members that are here.”

With a nod, Potter ran off.

The sheer chaos that surrounded the group approaching him let him know that that was definitely the people in charge. They were always making a big fuss about everything. Draco shook his head.

The group paused when they turned the corner and saw Draco, still appearing as Voldemort, wondering if Harry had been Imperio’d, and if this was a trap.

“It’s Draco,” Potter reiterated and approached him. 

Stupid, fearless Gryffindors.

“Look, he brought the Death Eaters for you.”

Draco dropped his wand with the pile of Death Eaters’, holding his hands up defensively. “It’s me, Draco Lucius Malfoy. I’m using a Polyjuice Potion.”

A quick Revelio from McGonagall confirmed his identity.

“I believe that we can pause our questions for Mr Malfoy while we take care of the more pressing matter at hand?” she raised an eyebrow, daring the Ministers to argue.

Draco knew he wasn’t that brave and wasn’t surprised when no one spoke up.

“Then I believe that Mr. Potter here can wait with Mr. Malfoy in my office while we deal with this…gift he has left us.”

With a short smile, McGonagall opened the door to her office for him and Potter to enter while the rest of the crowd took charge of the Death Eaters.

“You’re even turning your dad over?” Potter’s large eyes stared at him from the chair opposite him in front of McGonagall’s desk.

Draco shrugged. “He’s a Death Eater. Good riddance. He’d never be proud of me, no matter what.” Shifting uncomfortably at what he’d said and the remembrance of the things he’d done before he used his Time Turner, he turned away from Potter’s curious gaze.

“Thank you for everything you did, Draco.”

Shrugging, he closed his eyes.

His rest was promptly interrupted by the door opening and Cedric Diggory running inside. “Did it work?”

Potter gasped. “Cedric! You’re alive!” He hugged the Hufflepuff, looking him over for any damage.

“Potter, Diggory is fine. You’re acting like a house elf. Sit back down.”

Ignoring the little twinge of jealousy poking his blood-pumping organ, Draco wandlessly and wordlessly summoned a chair over to the other two.

Potter made a noise that Draco also ignored, pleased that Potter had sat in the chair by Draco’s side and not the one he’d initially been seated in.

Diggory took a seat and opened his mouth, but Draco tutted.

“I’d prefer to explain this as few times as possible. Can you wait until the Ministers come back before you interrogate me?”

Diggory nodded and grinned at Potter. “I’m alright, mate. Draco will explain later, but I’m perfectly fine. You don’t need to worry.” Potter sighed in relief and settled deeper into his chair that Draco may have subtly cast a Spongify on.

The Ministers and Professors arrived surprisingly quickly from where they had been dealing with the Death Eaters, and McGonagall quickly enlarged and soundproofed her office before the interrogation officially started.

Extra chairs were summoned, a recording charm cast and they began.

“I’m Draco Lucius Malfoy. I used a Time Turner to come back here last autumn, and I’ve been disguising myself as my younger self since then. I came from three years in the future, when the Second Wizarding War was over. Voldemort won, and most of you were dead.

“I used a Time Turner from the Malfoy vault to come here and prevent that from happening again. I didn’t want to go too far back and mess up the timeline. I had one chance since the Ministry’s stash of Time-Turners was destroyed, and if I went back too far, I could cause a worse outcome.

Fourth year was the furthest I dared.

“Using my knowledge of future events, I created a plan to stop the Second Wizarding War from ever starting – which it would have, tonight, had I not stepped in.

“I recalled scraps of information I had gathered on fellow Hogwarts students and especially information I found out when I dug through Ministry official’s families to contact some people I thought would be willing to help.

“Amos Diggory, your aunt married an American and moved to the United States with her husband, Edward Masen. They had a son, Edward, Jr. Interestingly, their family line dropped off there, yet I was still able to trace their descendant across America.”

Draco paused, relishing in the impressed and happily surprised faces surrounding him (particularly Potter’s).

“I found Edward Masen, Jr., now Edward Cullen, and his adoptive family – or should I say coven. The Cullen coven of vampires was eager to help one of their own’s old family, and so they came to Hogwarts at my behest.

“I was surprised to discover that Edward Cullen looks identical to his first cousin once removed, Cedric Diggory, but it made my plan much more simple. I was forced to corner Diggory and explain some things to him, but he agreed to my plan.” Draco nodded shortly at Diggory, who nodded back with a slight smug smile.

“Edward replaced Cedric in the Third Task. I was able to teach him and his family some basic spells they would need for tonight. In the original timeline, Cedric was killed by Peter Pettigrew, who then revived Voldemort to his corporeal body and dueled Potter. Neither won, as their wands were brothers and thus began the SWW. It continued until May 1998, when the side against the Dark Lord was defeated, and I returned to November 1994.”

Draco paused, unsure of how what he was about to say would be received. “Tonight, I waited with the Cullens at the graveyard for Cullen-as-Diggory and Potter to port-key via the Cup. Pettigrew cast the Killing Curse at Cullen, which, as a Living Dead, caused him to be knocked unconscious. 

“I cast the Killing Curse at Pettigrew, who had the Dark Lord, then at Voldemort. I used a Polyjuice Potion I brewed myself in the future to take Voldemort’s appearance and then summoned the Death Eaters. I pretended I was testing their loyalty and had them give me their wands. Once they were disarmed, I stunned and petrified them to prevent any wandless spells, then used a port-key I created and placed there ahead of time to bring us to Hogwarts, where I sent Potter to fetch you.”

A knock sounded on the door, and Draco let in the Cullens with a now-awake Edward by their side.

Amos Diggory stared between his son and his cousin, stunned by their identical appearance.

The rest of the Ministry gathered there ignored the interruption, working through the information Draco had just dumped on them. 

~~~

June 25, 1995

Potter lingered awkwardly around the corner from the group of Slytherin students, all overlooking the courtyard.

Draco sighed at the sight of Potter’s messy brown hair ducking in and out of the alcove.

He sent Crabbe and Goyle away, hoping that if he was alone, Potter would pluck up that famous Gryffindor courage and approach him.

It seemed to work, as a couple of minutes later, Potter was at his elbow as he bit into an apple. 

“Draco?”

“Potter.”

“Can you tell me more about the future you came from?”

“Really, Potter?” Draco scoffed, idly watching Granger be kidnapped by two identical redheads to help with some mischief below them. “You haven’t been traumatized enough?”

Potter scratched the back of his neck. “I just think it would be nice to know what happened in case any events repeat themselves. You’ll be going back to the future soon, right? How did you even stay as long as you did?”

“Wizarding secret, Potter, and I’m staying here.”

“But- two Dracos in the same timeline will create a par-”

“I know what I’m doing,” he interrupted. “Relax; the timeline won’t collapse, and you won’t be called upon to fix it. Voldemort is dead now; we’ve made sure. Go back to just studying and playing Quidditch.”

Potter snorted. “Malfoy, I’ve never ‘just’ studied and played Quidditch. Ever since I learned about this world, I’ve been fighting for my life or tackling plots from Slytherins with daddy issues while I wait for the guy who wants me dead to attack so I can defeat him and his attempt to take over the wizarding world.”

Draco fell silent, and Potter’s perspective of the past four years.

“I’m sorry for everything, Potter.”

Potter shifted his weight from foot to foot before extending his hand. “Thanks. You said Voldemort’s gone…Think we can start again?”

Draco’s mouth twitched in a genuine smile as he shook Potter’s hand. “Hello, I’m Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Fourth-Year.”

“Harry Potter, Gryffindor Fourth-year. Nice to meet you, Draco.”

“Likewise, Harry.”

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Cover/1: Top of the mountain, to which one would need to learn The Golden Path from The Holy Cross (after pages 2 - 54/Back Cover are all collected). This would mean nobody aside from the Cycle Breaking Ruin Seeker (and whoever put it there I guess?) would reach it, making it near impossible to obtain. This is where the earth and sky meet and the heavens can be observed, thus it suggests to show the Heir the completed manual to finally understand the world. (Side Note: The Librarian never got to this but would deem it useful)

2/3: This sheet contains the Table of Contents and how a long time ago a civilization found a way to defy death. Seeing as how the Manual is a mysterious object and some pages are new or self-update, the Table must be constantly changing, but the lore behind it does not. It is found with the Far Shore on the southern isolated Portal Plate, suggesting it is not for everyone to gaze upon and was left there for future Ruin Seekers. (Side Note: The Librarian did not find this page, for he will never reach the Far Shore. If he did, he would deem it most intriguing and possibly useful)

4/5: This sheet contains lore on the “terrible power” that rises, and the world being “thrown into ruin,” leading to the Prison/Beacon that awaits its successor to stabilize the world. This is found on an isolated island within the Overworld, suggesting it was lost. (Side Note: Found but was seemingly useless to the Librarian on the surface level, for he already knew this history and fate)

6/7: This sheet contains information on the Prison/Beacon’s seal, and lore about the battle that has been fought “uncountable times.” Although this page appears old, it must be updating itself as events go by, stating the Red Will Slate has been coveted and the Green Vigor Slate has been stolen. It is located by the entrance beneath the Eastern Fortress. Seeing as how it is in the open and in no particular spot, it must have been tossed, most likely before the self-update. (Side Note: Up for debate on it being found by the Librarian. If yes, it was before the self-update and it was seemingly useless to him because of the lack of interest on releasing the Heir. If no, then he may find it interesting that it somehow self-updated)

8/9: This sheet contains an illustration of the Heir and being drawn into the mysterious quest of the selected person. It informs the reader that this world is not of our own and is placed somewhere outside our direct reach. This sheet is located on an isolated pillar off the shore of the Overworld. This suggests it was lost to the wind and forgotten about, whether on accident or on purpose. (Side Note: The Librarian might have found this sheet because he has found out this world he lives in is unnatural and is trapped within some barrier. He may have lost it when he was trying to come to terms with everything being “just a game” to those on the outside of this world)

10/11: This sheet contains info on how to start the adventure, beginning with the two Bell Towers, and what you need to understand at first. Found behind a locked door needing a key, which is found out in the open, this is one of the first sheets you will find. Fitting for a strange person waking up in a strange land. Secured but easy to find for those willing to go on the quest. (Side Note: The Librarian most likely didn’t find this due to it being in such an unimportant spot, but he most likely would deem it useless)

12/13: This sheet contains what you can do in the world. Funny enough, “praying” is considered forbidden even though it is used to “give respect” to the tombs of those before us (which we later learn the action crushes the soul trapped within). This is found in front of a Save Statue at the start of the East Forest within an old building. This may suggest further help, and warning, to those who venture further. (Side Note: Other than praying being forbidden, it was seemingly useless to the Librarian on the surface level)

14/15: This sheet contains help on focus and evasion. This one is found easily in the open on top of a Portal Pad, suggesting it was initially purposefully discarded there. (Side Note: Found but was useless to the Librarian on the surface level)

16/17: This sheet contains strategy tips, and Treasures and Tools within the world. It is found out in the open on a Portal Pad in the Overworld, suggesting it was initially purposefully discarded there. (Side Note: Found but was useless to the Librarian on the surface level)

18/19: This sheet contains info about gaining ‘false’ power via material sacrifices, as well as the connection to the Far Shore. It was probably lost down the Well due to people focusing and remembering more on what it does rather than how it was done, thus losing the origin notes. (Side Note: The Librarian most likely never found this, but it would be interesting to him)

20/21: This sheet contains info on Badges, Wishing Wells, and Hints and Clues for the Ruin Seekers’ quest. This page must have been made after some time of the Cycle’s, well, cycles. The sheet can be found in front of the steps to the Mountain Door. (Side Note: Found by the Librarian but considered useless, for he has no interest in freeing the Heir and doing Ruin Seeker things)

22/23: This sheet contains more Hints and Clues, the purpose of the Hero’s Graves, and info on how to Pray. These pages are for the Ruin Seekers alone to help them on their journey and become the Hero, as well as being nudged to find hidden things that even the world tries to hide. The Shopkeeper holds this sheet in the skull rock to the east of the Overworld. (Side Note: No, the Librarian did not find this sheet. If he did, he would find it most peculiar and hide it from nosy Ruin Seekers so as to halt their progress, and to keep these hidden things to himself)

24/25: This sheet contains info on how to Pray and an illustration of the three Slates being used. It gives a major hint to the importance and usefulness of Praying, but only to those who are determined to go on their quest, even by defying sacred ways. Strangely enough, this is one of the sheets that is not needed for the Golden Path. This may have been created before the Golden Path and Praying were considered connected. The sheet can be found within the Central Temple after ringing the Bells. (Side Note: Up for debate on if the Librarian found this. If no, it’s because again, he has no interest in freeing the Heir and thus has no reason to enter the temple. If yes, he tried Praying before but didn’t do it right and got no results, thus deeming the page useless)

26/27: This sheet contains survival tips and the map of, and some info on, the Western Gardens. This page suggests that someone made note on the Shopkeeper’s existence. It is found within the Gardens on a precarious ledge above the water, suggesting it was handled poorly. (Side Note: The Librarian may or may not have found this, and he may have been the one to eventually toss it after not finding anything in the noted caves (Shopkeeper is in a “between the realms” place, so not just anyone could waltz into it), deeming it useless)

28/29: This sheet contains the map to, and some info on, the Overworld and the Well. It is found in the eastern part of the Overworld on a small island with a stone structure. The placement may suggest that this is where the sheet is suppose to be. (Side Note: Useless to the Librarian on the surface level)

30/31: This sheet contains the map of, and some info on, the Dark Tomb and below the Eastern Fortress, as well as a preview of the Last Siege Engine. It is found at the end of the Well, suggesting it was lost a long time ago, maybe by people who were exploring below the earth. (Side Note: The Librarian never found this and would deem it interesting but eventually useless)

32/33: This sheet contains the map of, and some info on, the Eastern Fortress and some history on the Ruined Atoll. Page 32 gives hints on what the forbidden art of Praying can do. This sheet is found on the beach in the Overworld. (Side Note: The Librarian did not find this because it’s buried in the sand on the base of a cliff. If he did, he would consider it useful and would look more into Praying. Whether it works for him is up for debate, since Praying is for giving respect to the dead, which is apparently forbidden)

34/35: This sheet contains the map of, and some info on, the Ruined Atoll and the Frog’s Domain. Judging by its contents, it must have been made after the catastrophe of the land, making it relatively new. It also shows the location of the Triforce of Courage Green Vigor Slate, to which the frogs built their home around it. The Librarian must have snuck in without their knowing and stole it. It’s location suggests it was lost by a Ruin Seeker within the Well. (Side Note: The Librarian never found this and would deem it useless, for he already found the Green Vigor Slate)

36/37: This sheet contains a preview of the Librarian and the Boss of the Scavengers. It informs of their own personal quests, with the Librarian trying to find the Holy Cross and the Boss looking for the Triforce of Wisdom Blue Soul Slate. Its updated information, as well as its lack of Golden Path lines, suggests they may have been recently new pages. This sheet can be found within the Eastern Vault on the second floor, maybe found by the Custodians after a Ruin Seeker. (Side Note: The Librarian never found this, but if he did, he would be deeply confused and startled by it, as well as looking down upon the Boss and her actions. He would not like this sheet)

38/39: A sheet the Librarian obtained, and I’m guessing it was from a Ruin Seeker. Depicting the Quarry and the Swamp, this may have given him the idea to visit the locations. The Quarry taught him the “Spirit Magic,” and the Swamp/Graveyard posed as an obstacle, but he stole the Portal Pad for his research on the Far Shore. Being found next to a deactivated robot, he may have studied said object to understand how to take apart the Portal.

40/41: A sheet the Librarian obtained, and I want to say it was his first because of the old coffee stains. It was found next to the chalkboard depicting a cube. Page 40 depicts the Cathedral, page 41 depicts the Far Shore. This may have given him a lead on the location of the Holy Cross, and gave him an idea on what the Far Shore can do.

42/43: This sheet contains info on how a Ruin Seeker becomes the Hero, as well as a hint on how the Holy Cross is used is. This one is found within the fountain, hinting it was intentionally placed for those who can and will use it. (Side Note: Unknown if the Librarian found this, but would probably consider it useful for understanding the Holy Cross. Could be seen as eventually useless because he believes the Holy Cross is an object, not just a directional pattern. Ruin Seekers are also bullshit in his mind. Never found it because it wasn’t there when he initially looked. Yup. That’s my excuse)

44/45: This sheet contains more info on how to use the Holy Cross and the choice to become the new Heir. The Holy Cross hides many secrets and is only exposed to those who Pray in reverence upon used souls. To find the Golden Path, one must find and learn the Holy Cross. Use this information to take your rightful place as the new Heir. Locked behind a Holy Cross door is where this page is located. Funny enough, it is rather early on in the world and is only given to those who know the Cross. This is the way to victory. (Side Note: The Librarian never found this, but would deem it very useful)

46/47: This sheet contains a choice the Hero can make and information on the faeries. “Using the power of the Holy Cross and traverse the Golden Path,” the Hero can end the Cycle of being stuck in a loop and in a land of undying. The faeries understand this and test Ruin Seekers on how well they can handle the Holy Cross and its final test. The location this sheet is in is within the Eastern Garden, but on a ledge behind an island. My best guess is that is was purposefully lost to the wind for Ruin Seekers to find. (Side Note: The Librarian never found this, for it was always elusive to him. He would deem it very useful, only if he could find the faeries and finally end the Cycle himself)

48/49: This sheet contains information on the faeries and the eventual “map” of the Golden Path. This page manifests after using the Holy Cross to solve the Golden Obelisk in the north-western part in the Overworld. It is hidden, probably by the faeries, for those who understand the Holy Cross and how to use it. (Side Note: The Librarian never found this, but would deem it very useful)

50/51: A sheet the Librarian obtained, and I want to say it was from a Ruin Seeker. Page 50 depicts the Mountain Door, which the Librarian most likely visited and came to the conclusion he needs the Holy Cross for. Page 51 depicts the Badges and their affects, as well as a hint to one of the many Golden Treasures he is unaware of and cannot perform. This sheet is found next to pages 40/41, suggesting he knew a connection between the Holy Cross and the Door.

52/53: This sheet contains Memo notes on Treasure puzzles and faerie puzzles. It was written by past Ruin Seekers who have discovered these secrets. It is found behind a locked Holy Cross door located through the Old House, suggesting it was meant to stay hidden and only found by Ruin Seekers, and maybe the House was used by past Seekers as well. (Side Note: The Librarian never found this and would deem it useful, but only if he could find the Holy Cross)

54/Back Cover: This sheet contains the Memo for Trunic understanding, the Trophy Room reward, the end to the Golden Path, and a secret treasure reward. The Memo page info suggests someone did make it to the Trophy Room secret location and figured out its message, but eventually lost the page on purpose or accidental. The fae were then became its wardens, to which maybe they wanted to keep it hidden until the right person appears. (Side Note: The Librarian never found this, but would deem it interesting)

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I’m very tired and was wondering on what the Librarian already knew and what he didn’t and could he have figured out what the Holy Cross is, or is he just too dumb because some of these are pretty obvious on what is needed to be done even though you literally need BloodBorne Insight to find out the Holy Cross is something beyond your world.

[barbaramoorersm]

February 12, 2023

February 12, 2023

6th Sunday in Ordinary Time

Book of Sirach 15: 15-20

The author Ben Sira, refers to our free will and our responsibilities.

Psalm 119

The Psalmist speaks of the need for God’s help as one lives out God’s degrees.

1 Corinthians 2: 6-10

Paul tells his listeners that God’s wisdom, is “mysterious and hidden”.

Matthew 5: 17-37

Jesus confirms that he was not going to abolish Jewish law but fulfill it.

 In these days, when antisemitism is rather prevalent in our country and around the world, it is wise for us to remember and share the fact that Jesus was a practicing, faithful Jew throughout his life and even in his death.  In fact, the early church was composed of both Jews and Gentiles.  In a new book by Justo and Catherine Gonzalez, entitled “Worship in the Early Church”, they share that it was approximately in the year 100 that the Judeo-Christian community declined, and the growing Christian church was composed mostly of Gentiles. But they write, “…all Christianity -even in its anti-Semitic strains- has Jewish roots.” (35) This factor seems to be lost on those who take actions against the Jews like the denial of the Holocaust in WWII and even today, the murder of Jews, and attempts to damage their synagogues.

Some religious leaders in Jesus’ day feared he was threatening the laws of their Jewish community. But Jesus calls for observance of the law when he said, “I have not come to abolish (the law) but to fulfill (it).”  This statement is part of the larger Sermon on the Mount.  What are we to understand by this statement? What might he have meant by the fulfillment of the law?

Perhaps Jesus meant that the law over time was losing its original intent.  Or maybe he worried that the law was becoming too rigid.  It is a fact that many poor folks and those who lived a great distance from Jerusalem did their best observe the whole law but at times it was impossible because of their circumstances.

As one author states, “ Jesus declares  that they (his listeners) are held to a higher standard than even those who  know the Torah intimately and claim to be strict adherents to it”.  That is a remarkable statement. Remember he once said to the religious leaders that “they placed heavy burdens on the people but never lifted a finger to help them.” Or, as he grew in his faith, did he come to see the enormous needs of the people, and did he understand that the some demands and interpretations of the law were too burdensome and had moved away from God’s heart? Think of the cures he performed on the sabbath not only for Jews but Gentiles as well.  Cures for those considered impure or possessed.   As I was growing, up scrupulosity was evident among some and great worries existed that they kept violating the law.  My guess is that it still exists among many people.  At times the law in my life, took precedence over God’s great love.

What he was saying about “fulfillment of the law”?   Listen to how he was trying to teach fulfillment of the law. “You have heard that it was said to your ancestors, ‘You shall not kill’ and whoever kills will be liable to judgement,’ but I say that ‘whoever is angry with their brother or sister will be liable to judgment’”.  In other words, he is asking us to broaden our views and come to understand that bitter anger has the capacity to kill as much as a weapon.

He is inviting his listeners who understand that if a “brother or sister has anything against them to reconcile” before they offer their gifts at the altar. Jesus expands the concepts of loving one’s neighbor as oneself.  He speaks of adultery forbidden by the law, but also includes behavior that may lead to the practice.  Divorce was very easy for a male to obtain in his day, and women were considered property, but Jesus expands the understanding of that relationship.

And when he speaks of parts of our human body that cause us to sin, and that we should eliminate those parts physically, of course, he was using a dramatic metaphor.  The topics that are mentioned by Jesus in this Gospel were being debated in his time and Jesus was, by his words today adding to the discussion.

He was so aware of the struggles and suffering of the men and women who were listening to him. The law, the commandments are very important, but by his life and actions Jesus makes it clear that the greatest of all the commandments is to “love God and one’s neighbor as one’s self.”

Yes, this is the greatest commandment and the fulfillment of the law.  But experience tells us that often, it is the most difficult of all the laws.

[sweatertheman]

Hmm, that's a good question. See, I don't know what I was thinking at the time of this asl, but the way I'm imagining things now is less "SBURB doesn't want you to go on a character arc" and more "SBURB wants you to go on its arcs, wants to decide for you who you become, due to its own ends."

Due to the rules of Paradox Space, characters are forbidden from making choices other than the ones that the Alpha Timeline, SBURB, whatever, wanted them to make. As we see, its not because these characters are incapable of making other choices, but because they'd be killed for making them. And is that not a cruel thing to do? To take a complex creature capable of doing many things and to limit them to being only what you want them to be? It'd be different if there was no free will and characters were literally incapable of making choices othet than the ones they end up making, but no!

Regardless of how happy the characters are on SBURB's path, I consider its actions to be evil, which is why I want to write a story wherein the narrative lacks the absolute authority to control the lives of its characters down to the smallest detail, and where instead, the characters revolt against that which seeks to dehumanize them, to make them beads on a rail.

As for how the characters' arcs would change, I imagine things will be a lot tougher for everyone. Jade, for one. She was raised by the stories told by Skaia and Prospit, and they definitely effect the way she thinks about herself and her place in the world. To be confronted not only with the idea that her fate is not concrete as she'd been led to believe, but that trying to control who people end up becoming is evil, that would totally mess her up.

Also, two side notes. One is that I intend to remove some aspects of Homestuck for my thing in order to prevent the page count from ballooning and the story from becoming impossible to follow. Mainly the Trolls, Scratched Universes, Paradox Clones, and Lord English and the Felts. These things are all cool, they're just not immediately relevant to the underlying themes, and end up complicating things significantly.

On that note, a lot of what you're describing sounds very different from what I remember reading. I don't doubt that these themes do exist, as I remember some very meaningful and well thought out scenes. It's just that these scenes are crushed under dozens of layers of What The Fuck and Why The Hell, then stretched out across 8000 pages with a whole lot of distraction in between. I honestly feel like Homestuck is too long and has too many ideas for its own good. All the bits and pieces are interesting when looked at alone, but the sheer volume of them makes it hard to see the bigger picture, and taken as a whole, the story can end up being frustrating to follow, feeling like none of it has any significance at all. Which is part of why I want to write my own version. Cut out all the excess and the diversions and focus on our lead 4 characters, as well as some observations I have about them.

Overall, Homestuck is an unstable concoction of good ideas fighting for the spotlight putting immense strain on the narrative until eventually the whole structure collapses creating an explosion the size of planet fucking jupiter, wiping out civilization as we know it and and allowing Andrew Hussie to reign over the rubble as God King of the new world!

okay, you do homestuck, right? ive got this project idea in the works. basically, its homestuck, but thematically inverted. i havent actually finished homestuck, but I made it a long way in, to around Dirk's Derse Coup. i have some questions if you dont mind.

first of all, ive observed thus far that Homestuck id about discarding yourself. characters gradually lose defining traits and get closer to the platonic ideals of their classpects. strife specibi seem to represent that which ails our heroes. to become a god, you must sacrifice your earthly waking body on a magic bed, succumbing to an endless sleep to live forever within a dream. for my version, I wanted to do the opposite, having characters become more of themselves instead of less, and kill their dreamselves to truly "wake up," but first i need to know if these observations are actually valid if you read the whole story, and more generally, how valid is this idea?

any help would be appreciated, thanks!

Now let me preface this by saying: You can do anything at all. You're not restricted by anything other than your own creativity, and largely speaking, so long as you think it's cool/works, any approach is valid. Similarly, Death of the Authro, yadda yadda, there's all manner of divergent readings on a text. So anything regarding personal projects is really largely up to the taste of the author.

That being said, if you're asking me on my take on this theme in the text of Homestuck, I'd say that while you've definitely noticed one of the Big Themes of Homestuck, I'd argue the way Homestuck goes about it is the inverse- Taking the 'Platonic Ideal' of a character, while some characters that achieve Ultimate Self status are in fact better off, namely the Sprites or those sidelined in some way, the loss of self that comes with it is largely showcased as a Bad Thing in the instance of those who already were more important/relevant to the main cast. Even then, and while intrinsically tied to their Classpect, the characters still have their own particular spins on the Classpects- A Classpect is too broad a concept to have a singular 'Platonic Ideal', just as often times the Platonic Ideal of their character can contain contradictions in the 'whole' of their existence!

Homestuck is, first and foremost, a Coming of Age story about Teens growing up into Adulthood, with all the pain, trauma and baggage of carrying the legacy of their world, and their families, on their shoulders, in one way or another. SBURB wants the characters to go through an Arc, develop, and become worthy gods, but as we see time and time again, this is not always necessarily in a character's best interest, and the idea of the Self, what makes you You, if you're still You as time passes, as your body changes, as you become something metaphysically completely detached from what you used to be, and how this affects your interpersonal relationships and your relationship to the world around you, is far more complex than simply 'discarding traits to become closer to your Classpect's Platonic Ideal'.

You succumb to sleep in the Quest Bed, but simultaneously, you do wake up as your Dream Self. Whether you take this as being taken by this Platonic Dream, or truly Waking Up to the true nature of your existence, that's a matter of taste and views. Likewise, this doesn't make the characters that didn't God Tier or die and become their Dream Self any less likely to undergo changes to their Self and 'wake up' in their own right.

It's a complex story! It tackles a lot of themes of the self, agency, growing up and the like, and that is always messy. Some are happier becoming something else. Some cling to what they were. Some were always hiding what they truly were. Some are still figuring out. And that's fine. The metaphysics of SBURB are a device to explore the different ways all of this affects the characters! So the most important thing I'd say is less the validity of the observation in regards to an Inverted Version of Homestuck based on your views, and more:

How would this scenario affect the characters differently, and what new hurdles/feelings/predicaments would this create in their development and the story?