#being normal about fern again

[theposeknowsart]

April 19th, 2024: Just a (mushroom) boy in the rain.

Not necessary to enjoy the image, but this is the exact moment before infected but funky TLOU Fern (TMushroom!Fern)goes absolutely hog wild for Finn-cakes the gang accidentally left in the woods.

Finn unknowingly leading Fern to their house like a feral animal with a trail of treats left abandoned in the woods. Might have to write a fic about it lol

[rmbunnie]

Watched through adventure time start to finish for the first time and of course it was great and of course I'm going to be drawing fanart at some point in the not-distant future (can't say near tho lmao school is keeping me busy) but my god the finale. I already knew the plot points tbh because i Am Online and Like Cartoons and if both of those things are things you are, you see the bubbline kiss and Finn saying "I always thought i'd go out a hero" and that's pretty much unavoidable, but what really got me was Time Adventure.

I saw someone on Twitter or something, maybe on here, say that the antagonist of Adventure Time is personal stagnation, and it was a comeback to someone else, but it really is true that from season 7 on the show starts leaning Realllllly hard into Growth as the topic the show's about (and season 7 is like. a pretty noticeable line for this switch tbh, NOT that the first 6 seasons are unimportant to the final end point, but the change is visible.) This is especially clear seeing as Gumbald and Fern, who refuse to accept growth and change to a unique extent, and are incapable of personal growth due to being an outgrown past version of the mc held that way indefinitely by a grass curse, respectively, are the main antagonistic forces of the final season. (Betty also counts as both an antagonistic force in the finale and unable to accept growth to me seeing as she was the reason Golb was summoned and, I mean, Temple of Mars is ABOUT her being unable to grow on an internal-beliefs level despite accepting the magic of the future as an external tool, so that checks both boxes, but i'm not sure of the overall Betty opinion and also she isn't the main point.) What I'm getting at is, with the major emphasis on changing as an individual, Time Adventure is especially poignant to me, because outside of being a (still very good) meta song about the show ending, in the context of the show it reads as a song about how sad growing as a person is when you're the person who's changing, and how it would be great if you could just. always be a 12 year old kid in the first season who doesn't understand that there are problems that can't be solved and fights you can't win, who can always go back to his treehouse at the end of the day. And how with the passage of time, it's inevitable to change, but at least that kid is and will forever be in season 1, even as the only physical version of himself from the past blows away in the wind as he asks to go back to a place that's now rubble. This isn't exactly breaking news but still, in a show that leans so hard into the way maturing means changing as a person the final message being "it's hard to be a new person and lots of things ARE lost forever but all past versions of you that you can no longer be exist in the past and aren't going anywhere" instead of like, "woohoo! Maturing is neat! Look at how much everything has improved!" is really good. Idk it just kinda means more really knowing that they're sad about the change.

[llamagoddessofficial]

Okay wait! We need more fae farm Sans please! that was too good! What would it look like when Sans's secret is revealed?

HFKDSJ okay, here's some more.

I really don't think he'd be too worried about it, when you discover his otherworldly nature. Because neither would you. Everyone already knows he's kind of strange, rumours of him not being 'normal' are abound. At that point, you would've already spent many moons getting to know him, being vulnerable without even realising - and you'd be living in a world where fae aren't uncommon at all. He's already proven himself a trustworthy friend. Why would you be scared of him?

... Especially since you have no reason to believe he's anything other than normal fae.

What you (a human) might forget is that the fair folk are not a homogeneous group. Some fae even other fae fear. He's one such entity.

It's difficult to tell if he's more powerful than Dream or Nightmare, considering he spends all his time... well, farming. It's also difficult to compare them because while all three are very ancient, they trace back to very different lineages. Dream and Nightmare are fae of butterflies, flowers, mushrooms, trees, seasons. Farmer is of ferns - of bogs, of gingkos, pine and moss.

Yall remember my Forest God AU? He's like if a Forest God got its act together, and just decided to settle down in a humanoid form. He's lived long enough to know what really matters... things like soft socks, a place to call home, the eyes and lips of a human you love.

He calls you "chickadee". It's his favourite bird.

People from the nearby village will giddily ask if you and Farmer are 'courting'. The delightful but mysterious bachelor finally has someone he likes? Everyone's rooting for him!

You have a very important role, on his farm. Very very important. You're his preserves tester. How is he supposed to know his jams and chutneys are any good, without someone of refined palate to assist him?

He has a really wonderful singing voice.

Old habits die hard; he still likes to trade. But the trades are silly, and often just an excuse for him to play. You want to hear him sing again? Better 'trade' by agreeing to cuddle up by the fire with him. You want another song, because the last sounded so ancient and beautiful and unlike anything you've ever heard? Try his spiced rice pudding, then he'll think about it.

His favourite food is roasted chestnuts.

His farm rests on the boundary between the fae and human worlds. You can enter from either side - and if you're not careful, leave on the wrong side. Farmer always walks you the right way, but if someone he doesn't like decides to make their leave, he might not be so attentive to where they're going.

You can stay at his farm without turning into fae. Alternatively, if you enter his property from the fae side, your transformation into fae is paused.

Wouldn't be surprised if he can reverse an incomplete transformation.

He talks fondly, but in the past tense, about a brother.

[boy-comics]

XDINARY HEROES AS SOULMATE TROPES

── .✦ gunil;

first words to each other written on your skin

you've often wondered what situation would warrant the words stamped on your shoulder, and what kind of person would suit those words. they're innocuous enough, you suppose, and leagues better than a threat or something totally creepy; at worst they're just a little vain. your friends joke about it constantly, and when you start your new job at an athletic apparel store the teasing only increases tenfold. of course you would, they say. gotta up your chances.

the day it happens is—normal. you're on the upper floor, busy in the corner, and don't see him until he and his friend wander up to browse through the track jackets. he's trying on different colors in front of the mirror, testing the feel of them when they're zipped up, and doesn't seem to notice when his companion slips away for a moment.

you approach him to ask if he's finding everything okay. but before you can speak, he does, his gaze occupied with the zipper and his tone too warm and familiar and silly to be intended for you.

hey, does this make my biceps look sexy?

and even though you know these words, even though the reality of the order of them hits you until you're dizzy with surprise, you can't help it. you snort, and the man's head snaps up so quickly you'd think he heard a gunshot. he turns around quickly to apologize, laughing, and up close you see how his smile warms the corners of his eyes and makes his cheekbones pop. it's funny, you think as the two of you giggle in the middle of the store, he's funny, and you like funny people.

will you buy it if i say yes?

── .✦ jungsu;

marks left behind when you touch each other

it's easy to be enamored with how things feel—soft fur against your cheek, cold water over your feet, smooth paper underneath your hands. a tactile learner, a teacher once told you a long time ago. that is what you are; one who knows the world as it is beneath their hands, understanding by touching and being touched. and you want to understand everything.

this makes you brave, and it makes you reckless. it makes you climb a crumbling wall after a light rain to pick the prettiest pine cone you've ever laid your eyes on, and it is why you find yourself slipping and falling from a height that is perhaps larger than you'd like.

you know what concrete feels like against your back. it hurts. what stops you is not concrete, but something much more alive, and once you're steady on your feet again, you see that it is a boy with a shy smile and bashful cheeks. he asks if you are alright, and you say yes, because you are until you look down and see the sunshine-yellow fingermarks painting your arms where he had touched you.

oh. you stand and stare at the yellow, then at the fern green that covers the entirety of the boy's overturned palms and fingers. his cheeks flush even pinker, and you notice a faint smear of green on one, where the back of your head must have brushed it.

he makes no move to pull away when you take his hand, dragging your thumb along the back of it to see the color that blooms underneath. that evening, you go home with faint yellow hearts on your wrists, one step closer to understanding everything.

── .✦ gaon;

matching marks on your skin

it's in such an outspoken place—inked onto your right temple where everyone can see, two intersecting circles, one orange, one yellow. you wonder what it means. fortunetellers at fairs tell you it's good luck, representative of a strong and lasting bond, of a warm compatibility; your classmate in sociology tells you it means whatever you want it to mean. your boss at work still thinks it's a tattoo, though she hired you anyway so it must not be too bad for business.

you're told that he's your soulmate before you meet him. he's a friend of a friend of a friend, and when you're texted a picture of some guy's temple while studying for a midterm, you're convinced it's a prank at first. your mark is no secret. a venn diagram is easy enough to photoshop. but you get his number anyway because your friend swears up and down that he's a nice guy even if you don't believe her, and you text him, and he does seem like a nice guy and even calls you a couple times to ask about the mark and your favorite music and least favorite teacher and all the other mundane things that you don't think anyone else has ever cared to know. and even though you are a skeptic at heart, you start to entertain the possibility that maybe he really is yours, if only because you want him to be.

he shows up at the next friend gathering. you think that you'll be okay because you've talked and texted, but when he spots you and bounds over with his arms wide open, your name sweet and bright off his tongue, you find yourself unable to utter a word. perhaps you are right and it is too good to be true.

he lifts the fringe of hair covering his temple. here, he exclaims, his smile gentle, touch it. i swear it's real. i wouldn't lie to you.

your fingertips trace the warmth of his skin for the first time, and you let yourself believe him.

── .✦ o.de;

timer that counts down to your first meeting

sometimes the only thing that tells you time is passing is the set of numbers dwindling down on your wrist.

you kind of dread it. when the timer reaches zero, there will be a break in your routine. there will suddenly be someone unfamiliar in your life and it will be uncomfortable and strange, even if they are good. the change worries you more than the person themselves. you can't do anything about it.

when this dreaded change is scheduled to occur, you forget your id badge the first time out the door and lose time retrieving it, burn your tongue on your coffee, and receive a scolding from your manager about a report you submitted last week. by the time you board the metro to go home, having to stand because all the seats are taken, you want to cry.

hey.

you don't know how you hear him, or how you know he is talking to you, but you do. you turn to meet his gaze—and your wrist burns, and you suddenly remember that today is the day. you had forgotten. face hot, you point at yourself, questioning despite knowing the answer very well.

it's a small comfort that he seems surprised too. his eyes have widened, though he recovers quickly and stands. the corners of his mouth turn up. his gaze is kind, and you think that maybe change is not always a bad thing.

just wanted to offer my seat if you want it.

── .✦ junhan;

red string that ties your pinkies together

you have always known him, and he has always known you.

even before you understood the importance of the red string that ties you to him, you had known his importance to you. your family often regales you with stories from when you were toddlers, just learning how to walk, and how you would make a fuss and try to help him up whenever he teetered over. he was the only one you'd share your toys with, and if he hid away from the adults, you were right beside him, keeping him company.

growing up, you don't think too deeply about your relationship with him, even when everyone else starts to. it simply is.

then your first year of high school starts. you try to make a show of looking after him, like you always have, and he goes along because this is how it has always been. but it's hard for you to make friends too and—well, people in high school can be cruel. acting tough can only get you so far.

he easily finds you in the bathroom nobody uses on the third floor, thread of sunset red tangling underneath the third stall. he convinces you to uncurl and stand up, folds a paper towel and pats your cheeks dry. his hand takes your hand the way it always has, softly, his pinkie with the red string linking with yours, and that is when you realize, really realize, what he is to you and what you are to him.

because, of course, taking care of your soulmate has never been one-sided.

── .✦ jooyeon;

hearing their voice in your head

… but for some reason, it only happens when he's singing. and he sings a lot and about a lot of things, anything and everything, about living, about dying, about love and heartbreak, about boiling ramyeon on the stove and choosing his socks. you are not a singer, not like he is. but sometimes you find yourself mumbling lyrics to yourself while washing the dishes or putting away your clothes and only realize it, mortified, when he joins you in the back of your mind, a strange and beautiful echo that far eclipses your own normal little voice. you wonder if he is disappointed that you lack the talent he possesses in spades.

you meet him while on vacation. or, rather, you hear him, which is quite fitting. it's ideal weather for a hike, and you almost trip over your own feet when the song that bursts into your head matches the one drifting around the corner; his voice carries and to hear it in person is like submerging your entire body underwater after only being able to dip your toes in. perhaps it is fate that it is one of the few songs you know by heart, but it is your own decision to pluck up the courage to sing along, loud enough for him to hear outside of his own head.

when he rushes around the corner, your singing turns into a squeak. all of your insecurities come flooding in and you open your mouth to apologize but his face is shining and his smile is so so wide and as he half-stumbles through a singular hi he sounds like he loves you, and you think you love him back when he says—

let's sing some more. i want to hear your pretty voice again.

[vaporclan]

Seriously, though. Putting Fernfreckle on a shelf and censoring him from the public's eyes until they can be normal about him is all fun and games but I gotta be serious for a second

Every single time Fernfreckle is angry, or says anything even remotely related to Beetlebud/his car injury, I get comments like "he should've moved" "he should have run away" or anything implying it's his fault he got hit by a car because he froze on the road

This was a 6 month old kitten, on his first day out of camp, with no clue what a car is, after being told by his mentor its safe. I wrote this scene with the intent of having a flawed character (Beetlebud) make a stupid mistake.

He's angry because he got half his body scraped raw, his eye popped out, his ear gone and he broke his jaw - because he was told it would be SAFE.

He is angry because he believes Beetlebud is not safe to be around children and brought 3 babies into the Clan despite the young cat death toll (he has been venting his frustrations with his StarClan buddies since his accident - this is explained later in the comic)

He is frustrated because they wanted to figure out how to fix the Clans before any new litters were brought in, because he KNOWS that cats dont usually live past a year old in this Clan.

What he is Not is a character who is an asshole just to be an asshole. And to spoil his whole arc because I'm tired, yes, he becomes less closed off and less of an asshole as time goes on. Because again, it's been less than a year.

It has been 9 MONTHS in the comic since Fern's injury - not even a year yet. We're still EXTREMELY early into this Arc and Fernfreckle's character in general.

You don’t have to like him - but its extremely odd that whenever anyone wants to criticise him they immediately turn to blaming him for the car accident. As a disabled writer writing a disabled character, this is really disheartening

Please, research what the Freeze response is. Have you never seen the Deer in the Headlights metaphor?

I just keep getting nasty comments every time Fernfreckle so much as opens his mouth, and the comments always get likes which implies people agree with them. I do not want people with a victim blamey mindset reading my comic.

Fernfreckle is going to be a main character throughout this arc. If you can't be normal about him, stop reading here. Im begging.

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

“I grew up confident about my queerness. Girls at school made fun of me for it but autism’s lack of regard for social norms combined with my constant sapphic-novel-reading had given me confidence and I remained unruffled. I couldn’t imagine being anything other than bisexual and never thought of it as weird. It took repeated messages, over and over and over again, to instil a suitable amount of shame in me.

From what I can tell, a lot of allistic people I know are primarily motivated by social approval so push any rogue queerness down into their subconscious or suppress their thoughts and only get comfortable with it later in life. For me, it’s been the reverse. I was made to get uncomfortable with it. A combination of my rigid thinking with no grey areas combined with society’s messages about sexuality made me more muddled than was necessary. My teen years would be the last time, for a long time, that I felt being bisexual was normal.”

-Strong Female Character by Fern Brady

[hxney-lemcn]

In The Shadows — Finn Mertens x gn! reader

summary: Reader's had enough of Finn's reckless behavior. They leave after an argument only to find themselves back where they started. Will Finn and reader make up? (Spoilers, yes).

tw: hurt/comfort, injury mentioned, arguing

a/n: I am on a roll for not only Finn but also hurt/comfort

wc: 1.4k

Master List

I frowned as Finn came back to the RV once again hurt. This time, Simon was with him, glob help that poor soul. This had become the norm for Finn. All he would do is go on crazy adventures and return beaten and bloodied. This had been going on since Jake's death.

I tried to talk to him, tried to get him to open up, tried to get him to take better care of himself, but it always led him to leave on another adventure. I brushed back Finn's hair, pushing it over his shoulder to reveal his torn shirt and terribly scratched back.

I’d been friends with Finn for as long as I could remember. Him, Jake and I were close as could be. I was there for all his failed relationships, there for him when Fern had passed. I was there when Jake had passed. It was hard for me too, but I could tell that it hit Finn the worst. He acted like his old kid self once more, carefree like nothing mattered. Deep down, I feared that one day I'd lose him too, and everyday it seemed to be closer to reality. 

I steeped in my worry and fear as I disinfected his wounds. It felt suffocating in the tiny RV. Tears started to prickle my eyes as I kept thinking of all the scenarios in which I could lose Finn. I loved him, I loved him so much it hurt. And I knew he loved me…but I always felt like some shadow. Someone he took for granted. I don’t think I can watch him hurt himself like this anymore. 

Normally, Finn would be rambling about the adventure he had gone on before, but he was being silent. And I wasn’t willing to talk. After I finished bandaging it, I stood up, needing to be alone.

“(N/n)?” Finn questioned, looking over to me. I pursed my lips, staying silent. I know it's petty, and wrong, but I really wasn’t in the mood for anything. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Finn asked, coming up and putting a hand on my shoulder. 

I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, clenched my fists, and replied venomously, “You.”

“What?” He asked shocked, hurt lacing his voice. It pained my heart that I was the cause, but these feelings were boiling over.

“You keep getting hurt!” I cried out, finally turning to face him with tears falling down my cheeks. “You go on these stupid ‘adventures’, and each time you leave I wonder if it’s going to be the last time I see your stupid smile! I know you’re hurting Finn, I am too, but this isn’t healthy. For either of us. 

I’m gonna head out for a bit. I don’t know when I’ll be back, I just need to clear my head.”

“(Y-y/n), wait!” Finn cried out. “We…let's talk this out. Please don’t leave.”

I felt my heart crack even more as his voice cracked, but I needed to stay strong. I turn to Finn and hug him, because no matter how much he’s hurting me, he also makes me feel better. 

I lean up and kiss his cheek softly, “I’m sorry Finn, I just need some space. I think we could both use some time to think.”

Letting go of him, I put together some of my stuff that I’d need. He only watched solemnly as I bid him goodbye. I based my life around Finn’s, I always have. I always put him first…this time, I’m doing what's best for me. As I kept walking, I realized I wasn’t sure where to go. As I wondered, I seemed to have subconsciously made my way to the old tree house. A new one seemed to be growing, the remnants of Fern.

I sat down and leaned against the tree.

“Oh Fern,” I mumbled as I looked across the sunset. 

Fern, being a version of Finn, actually saw me. We were both hidden in Finn’s shadow, albeit in separate ways. I remember when he asked me “How do you deal with Finn never seeing you?” and he apologized for his old selfish behavior. I felt bonded to Fern, like we were two sides to the same coin. He saw me, asked what I wanted to do, tried to participate in my hobbies, and in return I tried to help him find out who he was. 

I was gutted when he died. And like I always do, I hid my emotions. Pretended like I was fine. Thankfully with some therapy, I was able to move on. I still love Fern, but I know he wouldn’t want me to stumble my way through life in sadness. 

“You know, you’d be really disappointed in me,” I chuckled under my breath. I gently patted the grass, feeling my eyes water once more. “I’m still letting Finn trample over me without him even knowing.”

The grass swayed gently and I smiled somberly, “And I’m still talking to you like you’d hear it.” 

I sat there for hours, watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon. I let my eyes close, a wave of fatigue hitting me like a truck. I felt safe, even if I was out in the open, it felt like I had Fern by my side, watching over me. I laid down on the grass to get more comfortable, using my bag like a pillow. 

“Goodnight Fern.”

…

The smell of sizzling pancakes woke me up. I shifted into a more comfortable position, the soft sheets lulling me into sleep once more. Wait…sheets? I opened my eyes slowly, taking in my surroundings. I was back in the RV. Sitting up, I looked towards the kitchen part and saw Finn at the stove. 

“Crap!” He whisper-yelled as a slightly burnt pancake hit the plate. 

“Finn?” I asked, confused as to why I was back in the RV. I wasn’t sure if I dreamed the previous fight up, or if I should be angry for him finding me…or if I should be touched. 

“Shoot!” He exclaimed, hiding the plate behind his back. I blinked, waiting for him to explain himself.

He looked around nervously, “I was gonna surprise you with breakfast in bed…” I stayed silent, not sure how to feel. “I…I didn’t like leaving things the way they were. I went to the Candy Kingdom, Marcy’s place and…I got really…I was scared when they didn’t know where you were. So I went to the only other place I could think of and found you sleeping outside…I-I couldn’t leave you there…”

That stupid bubbly feeling warmed me up at his confession. I looked to the side, fiddling with the sheets. Finn sat the plate down, turned the stove off, and came over to sit on the bed opposite of mine. He placed his arms on his thighs and looked down.

“I’m sorry,” He broke the silence once more. “I know that can’t fix everything…but I really, truly am sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you. Ever since…” His voice grew shaky. “Ever since Jake passed…I’ve felt like I’ve got nothin left.” My heart squeezed at his admission, feeling hurt that once again he didn’t see me.

“I’m so stupid for only seeing you once you’ve left,” Finn continued, eyes meeting mine. “I can’t believe you’ve stayed with me for so long when all I’ve done is donk up with you. I understand if you want to leave again…honestly you should. But if you do stay, I promise I’ll treat you right this time.”

Not able to hold myself back, I leaped over and engulfed him in a bear hug. 

“You big dummy!” I wailed into his shoulder. “I care for you so much Finn. I don’t want to leave you, I just can’t stand seeing you get hurt. I’ll stay forever, just as long as you promise to stay safe. Don’t go on those stupid adventures when you don’t wanna think or talk about something. I’m here to listen, and I want to help. I love you.”

I gasped for breath as he squeezed me back, tears falling into my hair, “I love you too. I love you, I love you, I love you!”

I couldn’t help myself as I laughed giddily. I pulled back just enough to kiss Finn all over his face who joined me in my laughter. I ended the assault with a final kiss to his lips, putting all the love I could muster into it. One of Finn’s hands tangled into my hair, his prosthetic arm snug around my waist. 

Pulling away, Finn held the brightest grin on his face, “Let’s go on an Adventure!”

“I’m going to kill you.”

[vaccariia]

Omgg I love your keyframes fanart, your mc is sooo pretty <333. I need to hear your thoughts on Elio !! (If you feel like sharing ofc, I've been obsessed with him and i wanna know what other people think lol)

M.....MY FIRST ANON ASK????!?!? MY MC IS PRETTY?? AND A FELLOW ELIO FAN????? THANK U!!!!!

anon, you are opening the metaphorical pandora's box in me. i played the extended demo a few more times because i wanted to see elio again FOR RESEARCH so i think i'm ready to put my thoughts into paper

(Uhhh disclaimer, this is my first time doing something like this, normally i just keep my thoughts to myself. So everything under here is merely speculative and things i made up LOL)

(Also I took some screenshots and used them to reinforce some of my statements. Game and characters are not mine, they belong to blank house, etc. etc. please do let me know if screenshots are not allowed, i'd be more than willing to remove them from this post!)

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I want to begin by citing a post from the devs . Said post contains an ask summarizing the LI's into three words. For Elio, he's given the following descriptors:

Sweet, sensitive, wild Determined, hopeful, friendly

(First line is how the devs would describe Elio, second line would be how Elio probably sees himself)

And for the most part, the traits DO check out!! He's sweet, especially when he's with his boys <3 We've also seen him be considerate with the MC and others (i.e carrying groceries for mc and refilling bottles, among other instances)

But I do want to say that despite his wild and impulsive tendencies, he does have a more delicate side to him

When MC tags along with Percy and Elio for a snack run, they have the option to check out a plant stall manned by the horticulture club. It's in this part where he reveals to MC that he knows a lot about ferns, but there's a particular set of lines that made me feel that there's something more to Elio than he lets on

His reaction to seeing the staghorn fern and recounting his childhood tells me that Elio had some rather fond memories from his youth.

i'm probably projecting here, but he can also get a bit homesick because of it. (imagine being in Hawai'i your whole life and then having to move to NY for school. Guy probably had a hard time adjusting at first. I mean granted it's the same country, but different states still have different norms and values to go by)

Additionally, I find it quite interesting that Elio doesn't give himself credit (Or downplays himself) sometimes. Like, man was fighting for his life when he was being stickered by Rory. Ooor the part where he says that the gang doesn't have to celebrate his birthday

This leads me to assume that he's the type to look out for others and has the tendency of putting himself second...

I'm guessing Elio is also a big family man, judging by how fondly he speaks of his siblings. Aaaaaand he could also potentially be a bit of a hopeless romantic because he's hopeful about wanting to experience a love that's similar to his parents someday <3 <3 <3

So yeah, there! Elio is true to his name; a jovial man who embodies the light of the sun. He is loved by all, (except for most animals, i'm sorry </3) and he reciprocates that love tenfold. He's competitive and lively, but he can also show a softer side if he wants to hehe

Tl;dr: I LOVE ELIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

We've seen Jaune's extended family and We've seen _NPR's extended family....

BUT

What about Ozpin's extended family? I can totally see Gojo and Raiden (MGRR) being openly related to Ozpin. Gojo would DEFINITELY try and hit on Glynda just to piss of Ironwood lmao

Hmm. I dunno about Raiden. It's not just about looks, it's also about Powers, Vibes, and fighting style. Gojo Makes sense, Raiden feels more like a Schnee Cousin or one of Adam's relatives.

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Yang: There's no way they're younger than 55.

Nora: Look at them! Look at their smooth skin and brilliant smiles and tell me that they're old!

Ozpin: Frieren, it has been too long since we last talked.

Frieren: It has been. You seem to be doing well.

Ozpin: Indeed I am. My apprentice has been doing well.

Frieren: Oh yes, that Pine boy. How old is he now?

Ozpin: Uhh ... Fourteen I believe.

Frieren: Hmm. "Time does Fly" as they say.

Ozpin: How has Fern Been?

Frieren: Very well. Developing into a fine young woman.

Ozpin: ...

Frieren: ... Your students are following us.

Ozpin: I'm quite aware.

*Bush_Rustle.MP3*

Ozpin: And now, they are not.

Frieren: I can tell. I can also tell that you are Tired.

Ozpin: I have been tired for a long time.

Frieren: ...

Ozpin: ...

Frieren: I will find a way to free you. I haven't stopped looking.

Ozpin: I know. And you know what I'll tell you about that, right?

Frieren: "I know how to free myself, I'm still just figuring it out."

Ozpin: It's good to know your memory hasn't faded with age.

Frieren: I'd say the same, but your wit is lacking it's sharpness, you foolhardy coot.

Ozpin: What can I say? It is nice to see an old friend after so many years.

Frieren: *smiling in silence*

Ozpin: *Smiling with her*

???: *Distantly* EXPLOOOOSION!

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM*

Ozpin: Ah, It seem is I may need to check on another visitor. Apologies for cutting our time short, but I know well we are not lacking in it's supply. Good day.

Frieren: A good day to you as well Ozma.

~~~~~

Gojo: *Laying on Ozpin's desk* Hey Hey! If it isn't the most Cursed man himself, and I've got to say, you are looking pretty alright for your age.

Ozpin: Thank you Mister Satoru. Please get out of my office.

Gojo: I'm just checkin' in, making sure you don't have anything you shouldn't. Your office seems clean!

Ozpin: I should certainly hope so. Glynda!

Gojo: Hey hey hey, There's no need to be so rough with your Cousin!

Glynda: *Lifting Gojo with her semblance* You know you aren't supposed to be in here.

Gojo: *Not resisting her* Fine, I'll go at the request of such a gorgeous lady~

Glynda: *Flinging him into the elavator* Out.

Gojo: Wait a minute!

Ozpin: WHAT!

???: *Distantly* EXPLOOOOSION!

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM*

Gojo: You should go check on that.

Glynda: ... That girl is infuriating.

Ozpin: Not as much as her teammates.

~~~~~~

Marcille: *Shoveling food into her mouth*

Ozpin: You must be hungry.

Marcille: *Gulp* For something Normal? Absolutely! This is like a Cheat day without Senshi to scold me for eating things that aren't balanced. *Overdramatic Sniffle* It's been so long since I had chocolate ...

Ozpin: Well ... just try not to overeat. I know it can be tempting to have more than your fill of luxury, but do try not to make yourself ill.

Marcille: ... *Sigh* Fine. How have you been?

Ozpin: Tired, but things have been improving. It is nice to see you again my dear.

Marcille: "My Dear"? You are old.

Ozpin: Yes, yes I am. How has Falin been recovering?

Marcille: Fairly well, Laios has been by her side day and night. He's not been sleeping well, and when he does he has nightmares. I worry for him.

Ozpin: Ah yes, I have a current student that is quite like Mr Touden, though he is a bit more charming with people.

Marcille: "A bit?"

Ozpin: Yes, He's not as well read, but he is somewhat better at reading people-

???: *Distantly* EXPLOOOOSION!

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM*

Ozpin: *White Knuckling Long Memory* I swear if my hair wasn't already white- I'm afraid I have to go check Someone Marcille. Please eat until you're full and comfortable, then give Falin, Laios, Senshi, and Chilchuck my greetings and well wishes.

~~~~~

???: Excuse me Headmaster Ozpin, I have an Inquiry.

Ozpin: Oh- Oh hello. I see my reputation proceeds me, What is you're name miss ...

2B: I am referred to as 2B. I am searching for one "Pietro Polendina."

Ozpin: He'll be with the Atlesians, over-

???: EXPLOOOOSION!

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM*

Ozpin: WHERE IS SHE!

2B: *Sword at the ready* The source of that detonation came from that direction.

Ozpin: Thank you! I will handle this myself, you may go.

2B: Is that an Order?

Ozpin: Yes!

2B: *Sheathing her sword* Very well.

~~~~~

???: Move it Kazuma!

Kazuma: I'm going, I'm going! Calm down.

Ozpin: You two!

Megumin: Aw crud

Ozpin: Have you been launching those explosions off?

Kazuma: Megumin has. Why?

Ozpin: You've been causing disturbances, damaging property, and driving me to near madness!

Kazuma: Well Megumin said she she got perm-

Kazuma: You lied didn't you?

Megumin: ... I didn't think anyone would care ...

Kazuma: Really? Again Megumin!

Ozpin: Mr. Sato, please go on back the dormitories. I will take the young mage here to be written up for her infractions and returned to her cousins.

Kazuma: *Dropping her* Alright, sounds good to me.

Megumin: Jerk!

Ozpin: Come on, Let's get you back to Miss Rose and Miss Xiao-long.

Megumin: *Grumble*

[lulublack90]

Prompt 6 - Amnesia AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 6, word count 997

He awoke on the cold hard ground. A stick prodding painfully into his back. His head was sore, and when he raised his hand, it came away covered in red blood. 

He looked around, but he didn’t know where he was. There were a lot of trees, so maybe a forest? 

He stood shakily. His legs felt like jelly. When he looked down at himself, he was naked. He didn’t even have socks. He shivered as a slight breeze picked up. He wrapped his arms around himself and started walking. He needed to find help. 

He stumbled upon a path as he pushed through a patch of soft ferns. He couldn’t feel his feet. They were numb. “That can’t be good.” He said to himself. 

Fat droplets of rain began to fall from the skies, catching on the tree’s leaves and dripping onto his head. 

“Hey, come back! Where are you going, you daft dog?!” The relative silence of the forest was broken by a man’s shout. Before he could even turn in the direction of the voice, he was knocked forcefully to the ground by a giant black dog. “Shit, Pads, get off him. I’m so sorry, he’s not normally like this—Er, why are you naked?” 

The dog was dragged off of him, and a hand was offered to help him off the ground. “So are you going to answer me then? Why are you naked?” The man asked again.

“I don’t know.” He said, realising he had no idea how he got there or why or anything else. 

“Okay. What’s your name? Where do you live?” They were simple questions, but they were only simple when you had the answers. 

“I-I-I don’t know,” He stammered. The rain on his face felt warm. He was crying. 

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” The stranger pulled his coat off and wrapped it around him. He felt instantly warmer. “Come on, the cars this way.” The stranger guided him as they hurried out of the rain. The big black dog followed behind him. 

The stranger started the car and turned the heater up full. Hot air gushed at him from the vents and warmed his shaking body. “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do,” The stranger started talking again, putting the car into gear and driving away. “We’re gonna pop back to mine so I can drop off Pads, and then we’ll go to the hospital. You’ve got a nasty gash on your head that I think might need stitches.”

He rested his head on the headrest and closed his eyes. Before he knew it, he was being shaken awake. “Hey, wake up, we’re at the hospital.” He let the man guide him into the A&E entrance and sit him in one of the blue plastic chairs. 

“Hi, my name is Sirius Black, and I found this man in the woods. He doesn’t know who he is or where he lives, and he’s got a nasty cut on his head.” He leaned in closer to the woman at reception. “He was naked when I found him.” Her already interested face turned to shock as she peered around Sirius and looked at him sitting in his chair. She picked up her phone and spoke into it hurriedly.

Sirius came over to him and sat in the chair opposite. “They’re sending a doctor down now to see you. I can stay if you want. I’ve left my details with the nurse in case you want them.” Sirius smiled kindly at him. 

He shot his hands out and grasped Sirius’s. 

“Please don’t leave me, I’m scared.” He sounded panicked, and he felt it. 

“Okay, okay.” Sirius soothed, stroking his hands. “I won’t go anywhere.”

He was dragged into multiple rooms over the next few hours. First to be washed, and then he was given a hospital gown. Sirius’s coat was returned to Sirius, and then a doctor sat and stitched up his head. He was then led to a strange machine where he asked the same questions over and over again as it whirled around him.  

More exhausted now than he had been when Sirius found him. He gladly got into the offered bed that Sirius was sitting beside and waited for the doctor. 

He’d closed his eyes, too embarrassed to try and talk to Sirius, not that he remembered anything to talk about. 

“Oh, is he asleep?” The doctor asked when he pulled the privacy curtains back. He snapped his eyes open and waited for the doctor to continue talking. “Oh, you’re up, brilliant. So, the results from your tests look mostly positive. Your cuts, while deep, were superficial. I’m afraid you’ll have quite the scar after this. However, you appear to have amnesia. It might be temporary, but until we can do further testing, we won’t know.” He felt his face fall. Sirius reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We did, however, manage to identify you. We found you via your dental records. Your name is Remus John Lupin. You’ll be discharged in a few hours as long as there aren’t any problems, and we’ll arrange for you to come back for a check-up.” The doctor left.

“Well, at least we’ve got a name for you. Remus.” Sirius tested the name. “Remus. It suits you.” Sirius smiled. 

“Fat lot of help knowing my name when I can’t remember anything else. I don’t even know where I live. What am I meant to do?” He hung his head into his hands and let out a sob. 

“Don’t be daft. You’re coming home with me. I’ve got plenty of room. It’s only me and Pads since James moved out. You don’t have to worry, I promise.” And Remus may not have any memories, but he did know that Sirius felt safe. Remus squeezed Sirius’s hand. 

“Okay. Thank you.” He smiled shyly. Sirius beamed back at him with a dazzling smile.     

[theposeknowsart]

April 14th, 2024:

Some people are normal and some people have mushroom!Fern brain rot. This is the exact expression. I make every time I think of them btw

[somestorythoughts]

Back on my Eldritch Jedi Bullshit

Thinking about eldritch Jedi/Force-Users but not all Jedi. And on the one hand, Anakin being born of the Force and being unbelievably eldritch is good and I like it but on the other hand, Anakin being very powerful but not Eldritch unlike some other Jedi is very funny. See here for a very good version of that.

So some of the Jedi are eldritch. There are faces in their shadows, true faces that aren't silhouettes. There are sunrises and storms and flowers in their eyes. There are more teeth in their mouths than there should be, longer tongues, Power in their voices thrumming along the beats of your heart. There are thorns sprouting from their collarbones, leaves from the gaps in their exoskeletons, ferns from between their feathers. There is sunlight, fire, plasma burning and glowing in their veins, light that can darken into poison, poison that can be purified into sunlight once again. Because Falling doesn't mean you stop burning.

It's tucked away, out of sight. Restrained, much like their emotions. Because when your power reacts to your emotions and you can crush tanks with your mind, it's not physically hard to crush people. They're so much more fragile. The Jedi don't preach self-control for shits and giggles. Sometimes, great power comes with the responsibility not to use it.

And being eldritch it isn't about how powerful you are, though there's some correlation. It's about the way the Force interacts with you. It's the difference between being a channel for the Force and being the Force made flesh.

It's also not something you talk about much in the Temple. It's not exactly a secret, but it's not really the subject of gossip and to people who don't share those traits, it tends to be described as "improving control of one's emotions/relation to the Force." It's personal. Like recognizes like, and padawans with that type of connection tend to get Master's with the same connection. That relationship to the Force makes it easier to lash out, and that's not good for anyone.

It doesn't help that some planets are already leery of regular Jedi. they Really Don't Like the eldritch ones. So over time, this connection became something that was touched on in The Force 101 classes and then not discussed much outside of it by people who DON'T have that connection. Qui-Gon didn't have it, neither did Dooku. Obi-wan doesn't have it, though he knows of it. Anakin Skywalker, as powerful as he is, didn't have it.

Ahsoka Tano does.

Like recognizes like, and most eldritch Force Users know another when they see them. The Jedi make a point, not only of assigning those padawans to similar masters but of taking in those younglings even if they're a bit older than usual. But sometimes, someone just get missed. Sometimes no one sees a youngling's extra teeth, sometimes there aren't any eldritch Jedi in the creche when nightmares scrape the walls, sometimes that connection to the Force is just quiet. Sometimes, that connection to the Force isn't noticed before a Padawan is assigned a Master. Had he known, Yoda would never have assigned Ahsoka to Anakin.

This isn't a slight against Anakin, to be clear. There's advantages to making sure that padawans have masters who know how to help them with their brand of weird Force shenanigans, or at the very least, are regularly meeting with Masters that can help. In normal times, Ahsoka's eldritchness would probably have been noticed within a couple years (if you don't know how to restrain it, it will eventually start showing more) and then she and Anakin would have been introduced to some Eldritch Jedi who would assist with the training. But this isn't normal times. So none of the Jedi notice.

Plo or Obi-Wan could have. Plo's eldritch, and he cares about Ahsoka, but so much of their communication over the war was done over comms. Obi-Wan, having grown up with Quinlan Vos, thinks he knows what eldritch Force Sensitivity looks like and to be fair, if he wasn't distracted by the war he probably would have noticed. But war is Extremely Distracting and Ahsoka's connection is quieter than Quinlan's. He, and Plo, are distracted, and so so tired. So they miss the changing teeth, the periodic gleam in her shadow, the marching beat under her words when on the battlefield that beats in sync with the troopers' boots. And Anakin? He means well and he's trying, but he doesn't know that this is a thing to look for and he can be a bit oblivious.

You know who does notice? The clones. In particular, Kix.

Most all the clones are hypervigilant, thank you Kamino trauma. So they pay A Lot of attention to anything that registers as potentially threatening, even subconsiously. Ahsoka's a kid and they grow to trust her quickly, but there was a time when she was a new inexperienced commanding officer. And after that they were helping to teach her and look out for Threats to the Little Sister, so they were very observant where Ahsoka was concerned.

They don't know enough about Torgurta or Jedi to know what's normal for one, but they do notice the things that don't stay constant. The way her shadow changes, the way her teeth and hands sometimes change shape. Things that are rare in sentients.

Things Ahsoka has started to notice, and worry about.

Kix meanwhile, is a medic who just got an adolescent Togruta put under his care and he has no idea how to take care of her. The Kaminoans weren't told that the medics would be responsible for the jedi (one of those little details that was never clarified and caused confusion in the beginning) so they trained the medics to take care of the other clones and gave them access to some basic medical info for other species for emergency measures. So almost all of Kix's medical knowledge is specifically How to Treat Injuries and Illnesses in Male Humans; Children to Young Adults. Sure, there's overlap, but not enough.

(Yes, the medics do have a private chat where they trade tips and resources and vent about their respective dumbasses. It's a multipurpose chat.)

So he does a lot of research to make sure he can treat Ahsoka properly when she's inevitably injured. He notices things that Do Not Line Up and with Ahsoka's permission reaches out to the Jedi healers.

Now, if eyes might start hovering around your patients when you're doing surgery, that's valuable information to know. So all of the healers know about the eldritchness. They're able to tell Kix and Ahsoka what's going on.

And where it goes from there? I can't say. I can tell you one thing for sure, Mortis undoubtedly makes it WORSE.

[the-possum-writes]

Hiiii!! I just finished watching AT again, and i been loking for some FinnxReaderxFern fics, and i read ur at content and i just love it.So i was hopping if i could request a fic where Finn and Fern has this, confrontation? Jelousy talk? about each other's feelings about reader!!

You can Say no if you don't wanna do it, but i would really apreciated<3.

[Confronting their feelings about you]

❥Character(s): Finn, Fern

❥Tags: SFW, canon typical violence, expressing emotions, gender neutral pronouns for the reader

 ❥Synopsis: What started as a simple afternoon dedicated to cleaning turned into a short lived but intense knife fight when you came up as a conversation topic.

 ❥Wordcount: 1000

❥A/N: I want this gress boy to heal so i'll take whatever chance i get to write him learning to overcome his Finn jelousy.

❥Taglist: @foxpearlwilder

Today is a typical day for the guys; a knife storm has just passed, so they are calmly brushing away the residual weaponry from clogging the top of the treefort, like they do when there is hail or dry tree leaves. "There's less daggers compared to last time, makes ya wonder why huh Fern?" During the cleanup, Finn speaks aloud, the idea circling through his mind a few times

"Hmm, probably because of climate change." Fern disputes bluntly.

Finn pauses in his sweeping to glance up at the sky, contemplating to himself before offering his own two cents. "Or is it because the knife god is dissatisfied with the number of swords and knives forged this year? That the sword-smiths probably have a secret society where they sacrifice things in exchange for good materials." The longer the human boy rambles, the more Fern is interested by the explanation and begins unironically contributing his own perspective.

"What if the knife god sends us knives to test if they're nice and sharp?" The offer compels Fern to stop sweeping as well, although his reason for doing so is more of a curiosity to see if his human brother can figure out what he is thinking about. With them still being the same guy, Finn shares that challenging expression in his eye.

Fern swoops down and throws a knife at Finn, but the boy rolls to the side and retrieves a knife from the ground just in time to deflect the second knife thrown at him. Fern attempts to continue throwing blades at his playmate, but he only draws closer in range, forcing Fern to sidestep the pointy jabs directed at him as he grabs his own knife, and they begin sparring right there with the brooms long forgotten. They go at it for a while till Finn notices the sun leaning over the horizon and remembers something.

"Okay okay that's enough, let's wrap this up before the sun goes down."

"Got somewhere to go?" Fern asks as he hops from side to side, still energized from the spar.

"Yeup, a friend wants to collect kelp samples for a college project and I promised I'd help."

"Kelp samples?" Hah! That's boring..." His smile faded. "Wait.. you talking about the biology student that's always cooped up at Turtle P's library?"

Finn confirms, "That's the one." While the human boy skipped happily at the thought of you, Fern's jaw tightened as he felt an unpleasant stir in his chest. Finn had his back to Fern and was in the process of picking up his fallen broom when a knife imbedded itself just next him, missing his palm by only an inch.

"Who knowsss what kind of trouble you'll sstumble into when you're out there collecting kelp sssamples, you could get ambushed by kelpies or banditsss," the grass boy explains with a low tone and a snake whisp in his tongue before his voice shifted back to normal. "They are my friend too! and the last thing I want is to find out they got hurt because you weren't able to help. Now, pick up that knife and show me you can protect them from anyone and anything."

Finn considers the challenge, normally he'd never say no to one but he's grown familiar enough with Fern's mood swings to know it's that darn octopus messing up his head again, but if there's any best way to get it out of his system it's by sparring. With that goal in mind, Finn acepts the challenge even though it means fighting Fern when he's at his "most intense". The duel starts just like the previous one but the longer it went on the more Finn came to realize it no longer had the same playful approach as before, it became all the more apparent whenever Fern purposely scratches at him every time he left opening rather than playfully bump him with the butt of the dagger.

"They're my friend I'd never let anything happen to them!" Finn grinds his teeth as their blades collide.

"I knew them way before you did, i was gonna ask them out... before..." Fern stutters for a second, giving Finn the opportunity to kick him in the back of the knee and knock him down.

"Before you turned into a sword right?" Despite the takedown, Finn's tone softens as he assists his brother in standing up. "So that's what has you all jumbled up. Fern, remember what I said about bottling up your feelings?"

"That I should use my words." He nods like a scolded child.

"How about you share'em with me?" Finn held Fern in hug before giving him a much needed squooze.

Fern sighs. "You know more than anyone why I like them. And when I heard you were going out with them I guess I got a little jealous."

'Right just a bit,' Finn thought, but didn't dare to speak it out and upset his grass bro. "Have you considered asking them out yet?" The human youngster suggests, "You know, like on an actual date and not just collect samples." It sounds simple enough to him, but Fern's inner struggle makes it not so simple.

"I did. But after the whole "I turned into a sword and then the grass disaster," I had a feeling that they wouldn't even want to look at me." Fern deflates and drops down Finn's grip while he explains, but Finn holds him up again.

"Well, you'll never know unless you try it out!"

Fern turned his head in the direction of his human counterpart. "What? But what about YOU? I am sure you have a crush on them."

Finn scratched the back of his neck. "I mean, I do. They're really amazing with the knowledge they have about a bunch of stuff, however... I've already dunked on my other relationships, if anything I'll probably ruin this one too."

For once, Fern sees a part of himself in Finn that isn't just superficial similarities; the hesitance and self-doubt are all too familiar, and despite the little devil inside him telling him to exploit Finn's weakness, he instead tries to encourage him. "Finn, you're a great shot ."

A knock on the door and a doorbell ring from below the tree fort, followed by your familiar voice asking for someone to open it. The two brothers exchange glances before Fern breaks the silence. "How about we each take our shot and let them decide?" he asks, offering a peace deal with a handshake.

"Sounds good."

[edosianorchids901]

A Hand To Your Darkness

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "blind spot"

Aziraphale meandered through the Garden, humming to himself as he plucked berries. He hummed often these days. The Garden was too quiet otherwise, with everyone gone.

He’d been stationed here alone for months now. Orders still hadn’t come from Heaven to move on. It was getting quite annoying.

Ah! He wasn’t alone today, though. Black coils piled on a large flat rock several feet away.

Smiling, Aziraphale headed for the rock. It would be good to have some conversation, or at least company. Crawly wasn’t always in the chattiest mood, especially when he was a snake, but they always had a nice time together regardless of what form he took.

Aziraphale sat on the rock and brushed his fingers across the scales, something he’d done quite often before without it being an issue.

But this time, Crawly struck at him. Fangs snapped through the air, barely missing his fingers.

“Oh! Crawley, that’s very rude of you!” Aziraphale jerked his hand away. “You could have simply told me not to pet you.”

“Aziraphale?” Crawly’s head swung in his direction. “Is that you?”

“Of course it’s me! No one else has been here in months.” Offended, Aziraphale crossed his arms. “What was that for?”

“Nothing. Nothing”. With a soft hiss, Crawly dropped his head back to rest on the coils. “You jusssst got in my blind spot.”

Aziraphale blinked. “You have a blind spot? Is it something to do with snake eyes instead of normal eyes? Granted, you have snake eyes in general, but… in this form?”

Crawly didn’t answer him. And in fact, there did seem to be something different about his eyes today.

“What’s wrong with you?” Aziraphale bent closer, concerned. “Why are your eyes all cloudy?”

He reached out again, then hesitated. It was a natural instinct to touch someone in distress, to try to soothe them, but it seemed that might be unhelpful right now.

“Crawly?” He slid off the rock and knelt in the soft grass, at eye level. Crawly still didn’t answer him. “Please, can you tell me what’s wrong? I’d like to help.”

Crawly’s tongue flicked out, scenting the air. “Why?”

“You don’t have to sound so suspicious.” Aziraphale took a deep breath, trying to settle his own tattered nerves. He ought to remain calm. “I know we are adversaries, but we’ve spent an awful lot of time together. I’d miss your company if something happened.”

“Good a reason as any, I guessss.” Crawly was silent a moment longer. “Yesss.”

Aziraphale thought for a moment. “Yes, you have a blind spot? Where? Should I avoid approaching you from a particular angle?”

“It’sss kinda everywhere. Er. Er.” Another hiss, this time sharp. “I’m getting ready to shed. Can’t really ssssee.”

“No wonder I startled you. I do apologize.” Although he wasn’t sure what else he could do, really. Not without more knowledge. “Shedding what, exactly?”

“My sssscales.”

“Oh. I suppose that does make sense. I-I know some other animals shed fur and such. And we shed feathers occasionally.” Still at a loss, Aziraphale studied the scales. They were dull, not the usual iridescent beauty. “Is there any way I can help? Would you like me to peel the old ones off?”

“Gosh, no. Not how it worksss.” Crawly coiled even tighter. “Ngh. You really wanna help?”

“I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.”

“Coulda been teasing me.”

“Really, my dear. That’s hardly something an angel would do.”

“You and I sssseem to have met different angels. Or something.” Crawly hissed again. “Right. Right. Ssssso. I’m overheated.”

“Ah.” Aziraphale stared at him. “Why?”

“The sssun.”

“Oh.” Aziraphale swept a wing up, shielding him. “Does that help?”

Despite the cloudy eyes, Crawly managed a glare. “I can’t tell what you’re doing.”

“I’ve put a wing over you. Sheltering you.”

“Bet you look really ssssmug about it, too.” Another glare. “I need to get off the rock. Get to a darker ssspot.”

“Like a nice comfy area with lots of ferns?” Aziraphale asked, thinking of a very nice spot.

“Yeah. Yeah. But…”

He couldn’t see well enough to find it, most likely. “I know you won’t be particularly pleased with this idea, but what if I carry you? It’s nearby.”

Another stretch of silence.

“I promise, I’ll be very careful,” Aziraphale added.

Crawly hissed.

“And I shall keep you company after.”

“Nnnnh.” Crawly shifted his coils a little. “Okay. Okay. As long as you’re careful.”

“I promise.” Rising, Aziraphale reached out. “Going to pick you up now. Please don’t bite me.”

“Promissse.”

Not moving too quickly, Aziraphale scooped the pile of coils off the rock. Crawly hissed, but didn’t snap at him, which was rather a relief.

“There. Just going to carry you over to that nice spot.” Hugging the serpent to his belly, Aziraphale set off at a slow, steady walk. “Is there anything else I can do to make you more comfortable?”

“Not really.” Crawly adjusted a little, resting his chin on Aziraphale’s arm even though he wouldn’t be able to see much of the path ahead. “This is good. I was kinda ssstuck.”

“Well, we’re there now.” Aziraphale ducked under the shade of green boughs and sank to the ground. He crossed his legs and placed Crawly on his lap. “There’s all sorts of comfy ferns. You can slither down on your own, if you’d prefer, or I can tuck you in.”

Crawly was silent.

Ah. Aziraphale smiled a little. “Or you can stay right here. I know I’m likely warm, but less so than a rock in the sun.”

That earned another soft hiss. Crawly didn’t move.

The answer seemed to be yes, then. Aziraphale rested his hands on either side of Crawly’s coils, then swept his wings forward to block any wind. There might not be much else he could do for his adversary right now, but he could at least provide a comfortable place for the poor old serpent to rest.

[arkanis-englishupdates]

SUMMARY OF ALL ARKANIS POVS

DAY 49 & DAY 50 — 21/10/2024 & 22/10/202

DAY 51 — 21/10/2024

The "normal" day in Valigma quickly starts to get weirder.

Some houses in Valigma are completely vandalized, with ferns inside and outside.

While tending to his base, Choke hears Julia's voice out of nowhere. The voice is stranger and darker than usual.

After this event, Choke begins to be observed by the Intern, that disappears as soon as it is noticed. Soon after the sounds, voices coming from a werewolf are also heard, followed by lightning.

Moments later, while walking near City Hall, Choke sees the sky change color to red, panicking enough for her to text other specialists. Looking for answers, she goes to the Big Tree That Sings and asks the tree about Bia. The tree says that Bia traveled in search of Lankyas and would return tomorrow.

After the sky has returned to normal, Choke receives a visit from Bagi, Quel and Maethe asking about the red sky.

As they talk, Bagi receives a book from Hugo, saying that he regrets not getting in touch with Bagi as much and says that he got help from a forum to decrypt various information. At the end of the book there is a link to a photo on Imigur and Hugo says that he hopes "this crap" helps her.

During more conversations, discoveries and theories, Guaxinim appears to talk too.

Suddenly, an advertisement saying "Whoever finds Meiaum will win J$1,000.00" and all the specialists start the hunt for the hidden specialist.

In the end, no one can find Meiaum, making him automatically win the game and receive the reward.

After losing, Guaxinim, Bagi, Choke, Quel and Maethe meet again to talk and theorize. Suddenly a message appears in everyone's vision ("The moon calls for Guaxinim") and the sky turns red again.

As soon as the sky turns red and the full moon is fully visible, Guaxinim transforms into a werewolf and starts attacking everyone nearby.

Before he can cause more chaos, the werewolf quickly leaves the place. The group finds him again, now locked in a room already transformed into a human again, and he says he is very sick and in pain because of what happened.

After Guaxinim recovers, everyone goes to the room to talk and one of the entities, known as Bala Laika, appears a few times very quickly.

Bagi talks to Guaxinim about the strange conversation she had with Wuant about Hugo and they start a conversation about the new file Bagi received and the theory of Araldo being the Great Thief.

She finishes sharing her information (Saying goodbye to the group before leaving) and quickly exchanges ideas with Himaru about some of the things that happened, with he telling Bagi the real name of “Mr. plant”: Samir.

They head to Pac's house to analyze what could be the reason his house was destroyed and full of ferns and they find some heads of Dryads (Creatures very connected with Samir). He had implied that if someone killed them there would be consequences. Bagi and Himaru come to the conclusion that all the houses that were destroyed are the houses of people who killed some Dryads.

Bagi, Himaru and Guaxinim get together and talk about Wuant acting strange and Araldo's plans.

After an bunch of messages between Guaxinim and Wuant, the trio go after Wuant on the island of Apuapu/Old Dome Island, more specifically, on the Captain's boat. They revisit the boat and the island's factory/laboratory, and inside they find several ferns again.

Heading to the island's Giant Tree, Bagi and Himaru take a look at Moah's house and decide to leave him a letter. They write a letter saying they need help to understand Valigma, that they don't agree with anyone and that they want to help him.

Guaxinim returns from his little exploration while the two were writing the letter and the trio starts talking again. They return to Valigma again and pass by the place where Amora was found, then going to Geraldo's house (The former owner of Júlia's store). They go back to Guaxinim's house to talk.

(Bagi talks about his distrust in Geraldo, theorizing about him and Araldo being the same person.)

Himaru then tells the three about Mayor Jota's house and they all go there.

While exploring the surroundings of the house, the trio find a building protected by a large dome (This appears to be the temple that Choke now protects), with Bagi wasting no time in trying to get through the dome by exploding a nuclear bomb under the place.

Mona appears and helps Bagi detonate another bomb.

Himaru spots Bia or Choke inside the building and Bagi goes to the surface to investigate the place, but they end up finding neither of them.

(Choke sees Himaru and Bagi outside the dome and tries not to be seen, texting them that she is on a exploration with JVNQ).

DAY 52 — 22/10/2024

The day in Valigma begins with Pac doing a little trolling using a fake mask and a voice modulator to pretend he has a real mask.

He meets with Febatista, who tells him that the other day he was teleported to Araldo's office and the two talked in his new factory far from Valigma. He also claims to have received several items from Araldo, as well as a base on the Moon.

Apparently, AuAu will also run for mayor.

ValNews finally has its first edition released!

Febatista puts some books in the mail chest at the ValNews studio telling about Gabepeixe's (non-existent) passion for Araldo. Good old fake news.

Guaxinim transforms back into a werewolf and attacks Choke, who is saved by Guhzera.

Choke calls Pac at her house to tell him about Bia taking her somewhere and says there was a book there that Pac was interested in. She is unable to give her the book as Maethe suddenly appears.

After Julia started talking more, Quel and Guaxinim try to make Coreano lose his fear of talking to her.

Ratomanu appears to Pac and says that it was Maethe and Gnomeu who vandalized his house, helping Pac get revenge by placing cheese in Maethe's house.

In search of gossip for the newspaper, Pac is interrogated by Guaxinim, who asks him about (the level of) his relationship with Mayor Jota. After a bout of jealousy, Raccoon gives Pac a kiss and leaves.

Pac and Guhzera start a war of vandalism at each other's houses.

After Gabepeixe questions Choke about the Bibliotekanya/The Temple, she reveals that it was possibly the place where they trained her. Choke breaks down the dome barriers so others can enter the place, following the rules of not stealing, not exploding and not bringing pets (Choke explains that she didn't bring Gabepeixe to the temple before because of the insecurity she has about Gabe's decisions throughout his journey so far).

The place is full of books and the specialists don't waste time reading each one of them. Suddenly Bia appears, demanding respect for the place.

After much interrogation, one of the specialists tells him about Moah being alive and Bia wants to know where he is. Guaxinim then gives her a pão de queijo, saying that it was Moah who gave it to him.

After a lot of conversation, Bia and Coreano make an agreement.

At his Senpai's dojo, Gabepeixe discovers that an Obstinate is approaching. He asks his Senpai about Bia and he responds that he respects her too much.

[Sorry for the delay, guys! My week changed in a blink and I didn't have much time to catch up on everything. I'm sorry if this summary is a little too shallow- A LOT happened.

If you have any wrong/missing information, please tell us!]

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And They Were Roommates

Got brainworms from Ceilidho talkin' about Fem!Soap and wrote out a few scenarios, and landed on this one as my favourite. Maybe personal trainer Soap and hot woman complimenting you in a dive bar bathroom Soap will get written about later on.

Part 1

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(Fem!SoapxFemReader) ~2.2k words

Alcohol mention, but no other major flags at this point. (A few jokes about axe murderers) But also MDNI because this is an 18+ blog and there will probably be NSFW content in future parts

You had put an ad up online.

Your best friend had moved in with her boyfriend, leaving you with more apartment than you could afford. You had enough savings to get you through till the next month, but things were going to be dicey if you didn’t find someone to take over Fern’s half of the rent soon.

You’d had plenty of responses, mostly from men that gave you creepy vibes, even through digital means. You’d actually met with only one person, and she was allergic to cats, which made her a no go.

She’d been nice enough, though. If it really came down to it, maybe Fern would take Red Herring. She did love that fat orange bastard. And so do you. The thought of giving him up, even to Fern, doesn’t sit right.

Red meows loudly through the door as your key scrapes in the lock. You nudge him away with your foot while you enter the apartment, wary of any escape attempts. You feed him so he stops yelling at you, and boil water so you can feed yourself some instant ramen for dinner, and boot up your laptop to check the ad again.

A few more creepy responses, one of which is just a slightly blurry dick pic. You delete them. One that looks promising.

>Hey! I’m interested in the room if it’s still available! Can we meet soon? I’m a military gal and I’m being deployed again next week and I already gave notice at the last rat-hole I was renting. Seemed like 60 days was plenty of time for apartment hunting 60 days ago, but I haven’t found anything lol. Hopefully we get along! You can give me a call any time in the next few days, and we can set up a meet’n’greet. Thanks a bunch! Jamie MacTavish

Her number is in brackets below that, next to the soap emoji, for whatever reason.

No sense waiting around. You call the number right away.

“Hello?” The voice is a woman’s, a dusky alto, which is a good first sign.

“Hi, Jamie? I’m calling about the apartment. Or, um, from the apartment.” You give her your name as an after thought, feeling silly that you hadn’t led with that.

“Yaldy! I was hopin’ ye’d call. I’ve got a friend I can move in with if it comes down to it, but I really don’t want to. He lives in a worse rat hole than I do. Are ye busy now? I’ll buy ye dinner if you like, just for the short notice and the trouble.”

Anything would be better than ramen for dinner a second night in a row. “Yeah, alright. There’s a decent pub down the street, Keeler’s? It’s close so I can give you an apartment tour if you pass the ‘not a murderer’ vibe check.”

There's a beat of silence. “Does killin’ people in the line of duty count?” she asked. “Because, er, I have. But I’m not like, prone to doin’ that kind of thing in my spare time.”

You think about it a moment. State sanctioned violence does feel different than personal time violence, although you're pretty sure that speaks to some sort of unaddressed bias. Something to think about. “I appreciate the honesty, at least.”

She laughed. “I can meet ye at yer pub in half an hour. That work for ye?”

“Yeah. That works.”

“Great. I’ll text you a picture of me so ye know who tae look for. See you soon.”

You get the text a minute after you hang up. A picture of a gorgeous woman with big smile and bright blue eyes, the sides of her head shaved, the rest of it left long and braided back from her face. She looks normal enough.

You get ready and head out, texting Fern to let her know where you’d gone, just in case Jamie actually was a murderer in her spare time.

Jamie’s already there when you get to the pub, sitting at the bar with a pint, watching the door intently, her leg bouncing. You give her a little wave, and she beams at you. She’s even hotter in real life, wearing tight, ripped up jeans that cling to her muscular thighs, and a tight black tank-top under a cropped leather jacket. She has almost no jewelry, other than the dog tags around her neck and the silver hoops in her ears. She looks, well, normal. Friendly.

You go up and introduce yourself, earning a firm handshake. She’s strong.

“Hi!” she says excitedly. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jamie, but my friends call me Soap. I’d tell ye why, but it’s classified.”

“Is it really?”

“No. But it’s fun to say.” She flags down the bartender. “A pint for my friend here, if you don’t mind. You want to grab a booth? Or stay up at the bar?”

You look around, and there’s a few empty booths, but it’s early yet, and they tend to fill up quickly. “Let’s move. If we stay up here the single dads are going to start hitting on us.”

"We are a couple of dolls, aren't we?" She flashed another big smile at the bartender as he set a second pint out. "We're movin' to a table, if ye don't mind."

"No problem, love," he says, obviously besotted already. "I'll send Jenny around to take your order."

"Thanks, pal. Appreciate it."

You pick up the pint and follow her over to a booth, sliding in on the opposite side.

"So, you said you're military?"

"Ah am. SAS no less. Best of the bloody best. Not many jobs where ye get tae blow things up awl the time." She sheds her jacket, revealing impressively muscled arms. "I could just live on base, if things don't work out here, just so ye ken. No pressure on ye. But I hate stayin' on base when I don't have to. It's the communal showers. Most of the lads are, well, lads. Gotta shower in the middle of the night, and I keep bumpin' into my LT when I do. And he said I could move in with him too. I’m in a rush but I willnae be homeless, so ye don’t need to worry about me if you dinnae think we’ll get along."

You wince in sympathy. "That sounds terrible. I don't think I'd ever be comfortable showering in front of other people."

"Is naw so bad, if it's someone ye like seein' naked. But most of em are munters anyway. Wouldnae mind so much if more of 'em looked like you." She winked over the edge of her pint glass and took a swig.

You laugh at her little joke. She's fun, and you already feel at ease with her. She tells you about her old rat hole apartment, and a little about living on base, although she's a bit vague on the details of her actual job, beyond blowing things up.

She asks you about your work, and you tell her about the used bookshop you work at down the road. You're basically the only employee, and it's usually not too busy, although it can be annoying when you get a rush in the middle of pricing 'new' books. But it pays the rent, more or less. You talk a bit about Fern, and about Red Herring too.

"I love cats," she said excitedly. "Never been able to keep one, bein' away so much. LT had a dog, and he was awlright, but I'm definitely more of a cat girl. Got bit by a few too many pups in my day."

"Well, Red's a real love bug. Once we're done here you can meet him. I think we're going to get along fine."

"Och, really? Just like that, aye? Thought I'd have to work harder."

"Honestly, I thought I was going to have to accept some weirdo or give poor old Red away. You're a much better fit than I expected to find. I think we could be friends."

Her blue eyes track something behind you and narrow slightly. "Well, I'm holdin' ye to that. We're about to be accosted by my lads. Don't let them scare ye." She shoves her plate across the table into the spot next to you and clambers out of the booth. "Oi, what're you munters doin' here? I'm gettin' interviewed for an apartment. Dinnae need you scarin' my girl."

You look behind you, spotting a giant wearing a skull-print balaclava, and a more regular-sized (though no less muscular) black man with a brilliant smile. "We wanted to make sure she wasn't an axe murderer," he says pleasantly.

"Or a chainsaw murderer," the giant adds.

Soap cuts him off before he can take the seat beside you. "Over there," she orders, pointing at the opposite bench, where she'd been sitting. "I'm not lettin' you box her in." She grimaces at you apologetically as she drops into the spot beside you. Her thigh presses against yours for a moment, before you shift further down the bench. "They're sweet, in their own way. Think I need lookin' after. The big guy's Ghost, or LT. This handsome pain in the arse is Gaz. Don't let him sweet talk ye intae callin' him Kyle unless you want him tae put yer ankles up by yer ears. Made that mistake before."

"You don't have to bring that up every time you introduce me to a woman," Gaz says, clearly exasperated.

"I do. How else are they gonna know to call you for a good time?" She smacks his hand away from her plate when he reaches for it. "Oi! Order your own chips ye bastard."

"I only want a couple," Gaz protests.

"Ye always say tha' and ye always lie. Ah umnae fallin' for it again."

"You can have a couple of mine," you offer. "I wasn't going to finish them anyway."

"When do we get to see the place?" Ghost asked.

"Ye don't, unless yer carryin' boxes for me. I willna ask her to let three strangers in her home when she's only just met me."

"Well I guess we're helpin' ye move," Ghost said. "Was gonna leave it all to Price."

"Lazy cunts. Ne’er around when there’s work tae be done.”

“I was gonna help,” Gaz protests. “I already told you that.”

“And I did tell you that you could move into my place if you didn’t find somethin’ in time,” Ghost points out. “We’re not all bad.”

“Well, they’re not bad lads tae have watchin’ yer back in a fire-fight,” Soap admits. “But they dinnae know how to be normal about anythin’.”

“Are you supposed to be the normal one?” Ghost asks.

“Aye. And I willnae have you say otherwise in front of my new friend.”

She finishes eating long before you do, with the speed and gusto of a woman who often has to defend her plate against hungry scavengers. Gaz, true to Soap’s complaint, eats the majority of your chips, although he does thank you and give you a big, wide smile, the sort that could sell someone a bridge. He’s definitely a charmer.

Soap asks for the bill while you’re finishing up. You reach for your purse, but she puts a hand on yours and gives you an intense blue stare. “No, kitty. I told ye I was buyin’ ye dinner, I’ll no’ let ye make me a liar, especially when Gaz ate half your plate.”

God she’s strong. You’re not sure that you could shake her off to insist even if you tried. “Alright. I just—”

“Oh I ken. But I wouldna offer if I didna mean it. I’m a woman of her word.” She pays with cash, and offers you a hand up and out of the booth. She points a warning finger at her friends. “And dinnae follow us, ye creepy bastards.”

They laugh, like they hadn’t followed her to the pub in the first place.

“They really do mean well,” Soap says, linking her arm with yours as you step out onto the street. “But they’ve go’ a bad habit of thinkin’ they dinnae need to respect my space just ‘cause we’ve all spent nights crammed into one room sharin’ cots. I think if the captain had his way we’d all live in his house and sleep in a big fuck-off pile like dogs.”

“Sound a bit claustrophobic.”

“Aye. Ye understand why I’m so eager to make this work with ye, kitty-cat. If I move in with LT it’s just a matter of time before Price comes over tae help us fix somethin’ and says ‘Oh, I dinny know why ye both stay in this shitehole. Whyna stay with me a while, till we find ye somethin’ better?’ And then before we know it we’re all sleepin’ in the same bed and usin’ the same toothbrush.”

You giggle, hoping that's just a joke. “That’s gross.”

“I ken! Horrible men, they are. I need some girl time before I go mad.” She squeezes your arm and knocks her head against yours gently. “We’re goin’ tae be best friends in no time, kitty. I wish I wasna goin’ away so soon.”

“You haven’t even seen the apartment yet!”

“Och, tha’s a formality. I was more wurried about us gettin’ along, kitty. The apartment doesna matter all that much, so long as it’s got a workin’ shower and a place for my bed. If I pass Mr. Herring’s sniff test, I’ll give ye cash on the spot, aye? For next month an’ half of this one, since you’d be lettin' me move in before the first.”

And, well, it’s hard to think of a good reason to say no.