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the-fiction-witch · 2 months ago

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I Like Him P10

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Oscar Tully Couple - Oscar X Reader Reader - (OC) Jaerra Targaryen [Daughter of Daemon Targaryen & Rhea Royce] Rating - 12 Word Count - 2141

Rhaenyra soared through the skies on her majestic dragon, Syrax, circling the sprawling ruins of Harenhal. The remnants of the formidable castle loomed beneath her, its crumbling towers and battered walls newly stredy from repairs. At her side, the sleek form of Seasmoke trailed, his silvery scales shimmering in the sunlight as they glided over the vast gathering below.

Upon the verdant banks of the god's eye, an immense assembly of soldiers filled the landscape, a sprawling tapestry of colours brought to life by the multitude of tents, wagons, and restless horses. The deep blue and muddy red hues of the Tully sigil entwined with the striking black and scarlet of the Targaryens, creating a vivid contrast against the green of the fields and the shimmering waters.

From the edge of the water, Caraxes let out a thunderous screech, his presence unmistakable as he caught sight of the approaching queen. The sound echoed across the field, a primal declaration that sent ripples of fear through the ranks of men below. Panic erupted as troops scattered, fleeing from the looming threat of the dragons, seeking refuge within the safety of their makeshift camp. The once orderly formation of soldiers dissolved into chaos, their screams blending with the roar of the dragons above.

Syrax soon landed on the steps of Harenhal, and Rhaenyra climbed down to find Lord Simon Strong to meet her.

“Welcome to Harrenhal, My Queen.” he bowed,

“I had hoped not to come so soon,” she said, “But your message… I fear so much has occurred without my presence.”

“Yes, Please. Do see for yourself.”

She nodded thoughtfully, her gaze following Seasmoke as it gracefully began to circle the skies above. Meanwhile, Iēdar lilagon soared out over the shimmering expanse of water, its wings glinting in the sunlight. With a measured breath, she stepped into Harrenhal, the ancient fortress having undergone extensive refurbishments to accommodate the large army that now called it home.

As she ventured deeper into the grand halls, a sense of pride swelled within her. This was the very chamber where her father had once been proclaimed heir, the weight of history heavy in the air. Today, she sought to ensure that her own husband remained steadfast in his support of her.

The murmurs of the gathered lords and commanders gradually hushed as her presence commanded attention. Their faces, turned toward her,

Suddenly, the resonant screech of Syrax echoed through the chamber, followed by the powerful thrum of wings overhead. The great beast ascended just above the roof, casting fleeting shadows across the gathering below.

As the sea of armoured men parted, Daemon emerged, his figure striking against the muted tones of the hall. With his usual swagger, he strode forward, sword sheathed at his side, exuding the confidence and charm that had long defined him. The atmosphere shifted, charged with anticipation as he approached, ready to address the assembly gathered in this storied place.

“I wasn’t expecting you.” he said,

“Seems rather a lapse. In your own foresight Daemon.” she said standing firm, “You have done well here,

“They are sworn to me. And not a moment to soon,”

“Are they?” She glared before she stepped back, “And to Whom, are you sworn?” she asked loud enough for all to hear,

Daemon gritted his teeth, looking away from her for a moment,

So she asked again, louder and more firmly, “To Whom are you sworn,”

He moved closer, speaking in hushed valyrian, “There is more than you know, now. This war is only the begining. Winter is coming. With darkness and with doom.”

“You would like my father,” she replied back in the same hushed valerian,

“I have seen it, Rhaynrea. I have seen it. And I know that we cannot prevail.” He said, “... not alone. Not divided.” He gritted his teeth once more before he spoke westerosi once more, “We cannot survive unless we are united and the one my brother chose… Is you.” he moved to his knee and held dark sister out to her, “You are the true queen, Rhaynrea Targaryen first of her name, Protector of the realms of men. I. am. Meant. To. Serve. You. Until death,”

The Lords and commanders took a knee swearing to Rhaynrea as their queen.”

She took his hand sharply, “Leave me again, At your peril.” She warned him

“I could not, I have tried My queen.” He cooed, “Each and everyone of us who falls, will have left a thousand of them bloody! We fight for our Queen!” He cheered,

As he spoke, a surge of enthusiasm washed over the room, drawing nods of agreement and sounds of encouragement from the assembled men. Their faces lit up with approval, reflecting a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose as they rallied behind his words.

As the jubilant celebrations gradually began to wane, the atmosphere shifted to one of intimacy and reflection. Daemon, sensing the change, edged closer to those gathered, his presence almost blending into the dimming light. With careful consideration, he leaned in, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper, ensuring that only a select few could hear his words, laden with meaning and urgency.“There is much we need to discuss.”

“There is.” She nodded, “which do you find most pressing a matter to discuss Daemon?”

“...Jaerra.”

Rhayrena’s face shifted,

Daemon led her away to the council chamber sitting at the table with her as he discussed all that had happened since he left for harenhal. Of his visions, of politics, of mutton meat, of the way forward for all the matters of importance, And then… They spoke of Jaerra, and of Oscar. He told her of all that had happened since Jaerra arrived or at least all he knew. And he told her of his vision, of their blood being a part of every house in this world, and that Tully should be where they begin.

She scoffed, “You are suggesting… what I think you are?”

“I am.” He nodded, “We both know it is a matter of our station, political marriage. Even our children know it.”

“So now you know what is best for our children?”

He sighed, “Jacaerys is your heir, King after you and Baela his queen. At the time it was Arranged Lucaerys and Rheana would have ruled over Driftmark. Both of which would prevent any future cracks within the family and hold true the crown's best ally. I have no doubts Aegon and Viserys will in time be given matches of the same worth. Perhaps even then Princess Jaehaera to quell any issues there.”

“But A Tully?”

“He is Lord paramount of the Riverlands, The Riverlands as you so often remind me are our greatest asset. His men will march on his orders, the whole of the Riverlands will march on his orders, and they will be our orders if our blood is in his bed.” He explained, “He will never defy us,”

“Be that as it may.” she said, “Your own daughter? To a riverman?”

“I like it less the more you say it. But yes.” he sighed, “You know this is inevitable, for her. And you know the matches she will get from others.”

“I unfortunately do.” she sighed, “But… what if this… affection is not as deep as you foresee?”

“I Know it-”

“But if you’re wrong?”

“You haven’t been the one forced to watch them.” He scoffed, “They are in love. As simple as it is.”

“And if they are not?” She asked, “What if this… is nothing more than a passing fancy? Nothing but a lust for looming war? What if after one frail fuck they discover they have bound themselves into unhappiness for their lives?”

“To be fair, I cannot say for sure they have not already fucked.”

“What?”

“... I did see them share a bed. Twice.” he answered, “We both know this is the best case for her.”

“...True. Alright.” She nodded,

They summoned Lord Strong to bring forth Oscar and Jaerra, eager to hear what they had to say. A short while later, Lord Strong made his way back into the chamber, stepping aside to reveal the determined figure of Lord Oscar Tully, who walked in with an air of confidence and resolve also noticeably red lips,

“Forgive me, your grace, Jaerra is out riding,” he said,

“No matter we can discuss with her when she returns.” Daemon nodded sending Simon away,

“My Queen,” Oscar bowed,

“Arise, Lord Tully.” she nodded,

“Have there been fights among the men?” Daemon asked, a slight smirk to his tone,

“Oh uhh!” Oscar blushed a little quickly rubbing Jaerra’s lip stains from his face, “No, No, it’s nothing I assure you.”

“My King consort, tells me you have grown close to the lady Jaerra in your time here,”

He blushed more, “Yes. I- I suppose I have,”

“You suppose or you have?”

“I have your grace..” He nodded, “I… I care very deeply for Jaerra.”

“Then I should like to propose you an offer,”

“An offer?”

“You bring with you, as Lord Paramount of the riverlands and Lord of all riverhouses. Command of one of the largest armies, in the most strategic location. I am sure you can understand the value of this. If you were to swear your complete and utter alliance to me and my throne I could humbly reward you for our success in this war. With the hand of Jaerra.” She explained, “What say you, Lord Tully?”

Oscar swallowed hard but he stood tall as he spoke, “No.”

“N-no?” Rhaynera asked confused at his answer,

“No!” Daemon shouted rising from his seat and slamming his hands on the table, “I spared you once riverboy, do not think I will have such mercy again.” He threatened, “My daughter is better than you could ever hope to get! And you deny her hand! After all you have done to her!”

“Yes.” Oscar nodded, “Jaerra, is a better bride than I could ever dream of. And Daemon is right, I have already done so much to her. But… I cannot accept this.”

“Whyever not?” she asked,

“B-Because…” Oscar Began, “Becuase I love her.” He said, “I love Jaerra, more than anything I have ever known. When I see her, my heart feels heavy as if I have weighed it down with a thousand gold dragons. When she kisses me… I feel as if I can fly. Whenever she is in my arms I… I feel whole. Like she completes a part of me I didn’t even know I had to fill. She’s beautiful, smart, funny, charming, adorable in her own little way. And I love her so deeply, I would pull the sun down to earth for her, I would walk into dragon fire for her, I would swim as west as west goes and I would do all of it with a smile so wide just to be given a single kiss. I love Jaerra… so much. That I cannot accept this. I… I feel unworthy of a girl like her, She deserves far better than me.” He explained, “And even if… I was half the man's worth of her, I would still refuse the offer. Because I can’t imagine a fate worse than to live by life knowing she married me out of duty, out of politics and persuasion. To know she walked the sept thinking of her people, of the kingdom, of the war. I do not want that for her, not now. Not ever. I want her to marry me, I do. I want to marry her with every fibre of my being. But I will not take her hand offered up by you your grace. I want her to marry me, when I ask her for her hand, I want to see her face light up like a star and be beyond excited so much she never stops talking about our wedding.” He smiled, “I want Jaerra to marry me Because she loves me. As much as I love her.”

Rhaynrea nodded, “I understand My Lord Tully.” Her smile broadened as she glanced over Oscar's shoulder, anticipation lighting up her eyes.

She caught sight of Jaerra, who had just returned from her flight. her heart swelling even as she noticed the tears glistening in Jaerra's eyes. The shivers that wracked Jaerra's frame.

Oscar, sensing a shift in Rhaynrea's expression, slowly turned to see what had captured her attention. The moment he laid eyes on Jaerra, a lump formed in his throat. Tears welled up unbidden, blurring his vision as the reality of the situation hit him. He understood, all too well, that she had just overheard every word he had spoken, and he felt the gravity of their shared vulnerability hanging in the air between them. “Jaerra…”

“Please… by all the gods say you mean it.” Jaerra begged him,

He smiled, “You know I do.”

“You swear it?”

“On the old gods, the new, and all others in this world.” He answered, “I love you Jaerra,”

“I- I love you too,” she wept and the two immediately fell into one another's arms,

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thesilliestrovingalive · 5 months ago

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Martian capture

After being ensnared by rings of blue light by a Martian impersonating General Morden at the rocket site, Fio was lifted up into the Dai-Manji. Everything became a blurred yet frightening mess. She tried to protest against her captor, but it was no use because they didn't listen.

As the grey Martian who kidnapped Fio teleported to the Rugname, Fio could hazily hear the fearful pleas and panicked screams of the real General Morden. The sounds and words emitted by General Morden grew fainter and fainter as though some force was dragging him away. Fio felt butterflies in her stomach, writhing around in utter terror, not wanting to know what would happen to her next. After a few agonising minutes, a small group of Martians entered the Dai-Manji and carefully carried Fio inside their mothership, not interested in disarming her.

The interior of the Rugname felt cavernous and eerily inhuman. Towering pillars, adorned with circular joints and intestinal tubes, connecting to each other like a living, breathing machine. The ground was covered in nearly straight rows of these heavy, industrial tubes. Between each pillar, a depiction of a UFO was engraved into the biomechanical walls. The entire space was almost dark yet it was bathed in a hazy, unsettling hue of bronze, metal, green, and deep reddish-purple, which cast an otherworldly glow.

All of this was quite daunting for Fio. She felt her mind blown by the fascinating architecture of the Rugname's interior. However, she was experiencing a profound sense of déjà vu, but it felt oddly wrong. She had never seen anything so foreign. Goosebumps formed on her skin, telling her that something wasn't right. She didn't know what, but it certainly had to mean something.

She was eerily silent, taking everything in without muttering a single word. Fio even saw a few brown-tanned Martians, who are the assault troops of this fierce species, prepared to shoot at any intruder with their spore pistols. Their presence scared her, and she instinctively gulped with uncertainty.

Soon enough, the Martians opened up a barrier, leading Fio into a foreboding chamber. It was much darker and adorned with the same pillars and industrial tubes as the hallway of the Rugname. However, the atmosphere of this area felt frightening and oppressive, making Fio tense up.

As they got closer, they encountered white Martians, the elite soldiers and commanding officers of this peculiar, malevolent species. As they inched closer and closer, Fio could hear the agonising screams of the real Morden, stripped of his dignity. She felt fear clogging her throat as her face turned pale and her stomach churned. Despite her hatred for General Morden, she couldn't help but recognise that he was human too. Torture was always a disgusting and horrible thing.

The darkness of this chamber was gradually enveloped in a pulsating bluish light, revealing Morden's electrical prison. The white Martians stood by with ferocity and caution, guarding Morden and the computer terminal connected to his shocking, claustrophobic prison. The room gets darker and Morden’s screams get fainter as the small group of grey Martians and Fio escape the horrid chamber.

They entered a new part of the Rugname, a power reactor hallway fiercely guarded by relentless Hopper Mechas. The Hopper Mechas gave Fio an intense stare of malice, but didn't bother to explode her into a million pieces. They clearly knew that the Martians wanted her for something far more important.

Instead of walking down this long hallway, the small group of grey Martians knew of a shortcut. One of the Martians walked over to a part of the wall that was faintly stained green, its tentacles slightly flapping against the floor. As two thin tentacles gracefully caressed the wall, it opened up to reveal a tubular teleporter with a glassy membrane and industrial tubes. They rudely pushed Fio inside and swiftly followed, sending themselves to somewhere else. Fio almost wanted to tell them off for pushing her inside the teleporter like that, but she knew it was no use.

The Martians were taking her to a grotesque place, one she would never forget. Once they arrived at their location, a large bronze-hued door stood before them. It automatically opened, revealing a chamber that filled Fio with disgust. It was an area of metal enveloped in a dripping mass of organic matter with a shiny reddish hue. The space was punctuated by intestinal pipes and tubular holes, sending shivers down Fio’s spine. The biomechanical mess served as a backdrop as a stasis chamber stands before the group with an eerie atmosphere.

As Fio gazed at the stasis chamber, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. The organic matter in this place made her skin crawl, feeling a wave of nausea wash over her. She began to silently wonder, her mind racing with questions. What did the Martians want from her? Was it to simply imprison her? Do they have plans to subject her to rigorous experiments? A part of her dreaded the truth, but her curiosity was relentless, wanting to understand the Martians' true motives.

Unbeknownst to her, the Martians had bigger plans, greater than what she could have imagined. They delicately placed her inside the stasis chamber, suspending her in a spherical tank of an unknown clear liquid. The membrane of the stasis chamber was nearly opaque, allowing her to see everything on the other side. She gave them a look of raw fear, her panic escalating rapidly.

She frantically scanned the room before desperately clawing and pounding at the membrane. In her desperation, she even tried to slash it with her knife and shoot at it with her handgun. Unfortunately, the membrane proved to be highly resistant against Fio’s attacks, which only infuriated her further and intensified her anxiety to a breaking point.

Fio struggled against this prison, but the clear liquid began to fill her organs, making her feel physically tired. She tried to pound on the membrane, but couldn't even lift a finger. She tried to scream, but nothing escaped her throat. Her eyelids grew heavy, and the liquid disrupted the electrical signals her brain produced, inducing a sense of deep relaxation. Her brain signalled to her body to rest and let everything play out.

The last thing she could recall was the Martians leaving with one of them briefly glancing over at her before hurrying away. Tears streamed down Fio's face as she closed her eyes, her body slumped in defeat. At that time, she wanted Marco, Eri, Tarma, or all three of them to save her. She longed to be free from that terrifying hellhole and reunite with Earth's atmosphere and her comrades. She desperately longed to hug her beloved teddy bear, Peppino, once again, hoping to ease her pain.

#writerscorner #creative writing #writing #metal slug #gaming community #fanfiction #martians #fio germi #donald morden

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nothoughtsonlytrance · 6 months ago

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Eclipsed by Love

This is a oneshot fanfic I made based on my Heaven Sent, Hell Bent Dan and Phil AU where Phil is an angel sent by God to recruit Dan, a strip club performer who’s stage name is Sister Daniel, to assist him is taking down Satan’s plans to bringing about the apocalypse and the end of the world! You can read it here on AO3! Hope you enjoy!

As the battle continued to rage on, the once blue sky was now painted in hues of crimson and ash. Demon after demon rose from the depths of Hell as more troops, both heavenly and mortal, were called in to hold them back. Phil and Dan were among those troops, using all their strength and willpower to defeat this apocalyptic hellscape.

Dan himself never thought that his whole life would lead up to this. Going from working as a lawyer during the day whilst moonlighting as a strip club performer to leading a battle in Armageddon in an entire month was definitely not on his yearly bucket list. It felt ironic participating in heavenly wars and possessing angelic power since he himself wasn’t particularly religious. Now that he knew that both demons and angels (thanks to Phil) existed, he wanted to do whatever it took to save the world, even at the risk of his own life.

Phil, who was throwing a set of flaming knives towards a group of demons, glanced back at Dan. “You good on your end?!”

“Y-yeah!” Dan grunted as he flipped his nunchucks around, aiming several headshots at the demons who attacked him. “To be honest, if you told me years ago I would be leading a battle during the apocalypse, I would’ve thought you were another one of those doomsday protesters! With picket signs and everything!” He laughed. “And I proved you wrong, didn’t I?!” Phil smirked as he replied, his knives clashing with another demon's spear before stabbing it in the heart. “I didn’t think Armageddon would come this early either! I mean, I knew they were up to something but I didn’t think it was gonna lead to this!”

Dan nodded, but Phil’s words were getting harder and harder to process over the roar of gunfire and war cries of soldiers on both sides. His face was beginning to drip with sweat from the air steaming from the ground where the demons ascended from Hell. Every step Dan took was precarious as he made sure to avoid the cracks in the ground, lest he fall in and boil alive in the fiery abyss.

“Phil, I don’t think-AHHHHHH!”

“DANIEL, NO!!”

SLASH

A demon’s blade slashed through the air, slicing Dan near his abdomen. Dan let out a bloodcurdling scream, coughing up blood as his legs gave away, “Nooo!” Phil's heart clenched as he saw Dan fall, his own weapon slicing through the nearest demon in a fit of fury before he sprinted to Dan's side.

Dan let out a whimper of pain as he held his stomach. “No, Dan, stay with me! You’re gonna be okay!” Phil pleaded desperately as he knelt by Dan’s side to assess the damage. Dan pulled his hand away slowly from the wound to reveal a hand covered in blood. He gagged, quickly covering his mouth. “Oh shit, I think I’m gonna be sick…”

The demon who stabbed Dan paused, their grotesque face twisting into a sneer. They flipped the sword in their hand, which was still dripping with Dan’s blood. “How precious…” they jeered. “An angel protecting his little human toy.” They chuckled, glaring down at the two with a disturbing smirk that made a lump slide down Dan’s throat. “If I didn’t know any better I would’ve thought you two were in love. HA! If you love him so much, why don’t you just make out with him already?!”

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(This is just some background music I made that I thought would work well with the story lol)

*music begins*

Dan swallowed harder and blushed a bright red, turning his head away from Phil in embarrassment. The demon's words cut through him deeper than the sword that punctured him. It was true. Dan had been in love with Phil ever since he met him at the strip club he worked at when Phil informed him about Satan’s plans for bringing about the apocalypse and how he was chosen to be the mortal to assist him in leading the army against them. With every encouragement Phil gave him during training, the late night talks they had over Indian takeout, Dan’s feelings for the angel grew more and more. But despite Phil’s constant reminders that he would never judge him for who he was, Dan still couldn’t bring himself to tell the angel how he felt. The pain of being rejected by him was too much, plus, the fact that he was a mortal AND a strip club performer would bring about SO many complications. Could an angel really love a mortal like himself???

“Dan,” Phil’s soothing yet stern voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “I got you, okay? I’m gonna quickly dress the wound and then summon a portal to take you back to heaven. Archangel Raphael will heal you there.”

“Phil, no!” Dan gasped, his voice trembling. “What about you…I-I can’t just leave you here-AHH, fuck..!” He suddenly hissed in pain, tears stinging his eyes as Phil wrapped some gauze over Dan’s abdomen to absorb the blood. "Shh, Dan, I've got you," Phil murmured, his eyes soft with concern. "And I’ll be fine, remember? I’m immortal. See this necklace?” He gestured towards the glowing cross necklace that adorned his neck. “It’s been layered in holy water. If anyone injures me, the wound will completely heal on its own. And when this is over, I’ll be there to see you in the end. We have to hurry though; demonic wounds can be fatal if not treated immediately!

*0:45*

But Dan couldn’t concentrate on Phil’s words as the portal appeared in front of them. The insults coming from the demons around them were too much, bringing back past memories of homophobic bullying that he never thought would return. His panic escalated, his breath coming in shallow gasps and heartbeat speeding up as more insults and slurs were hurled around him.

*0:58*

Phil, seeing the terror and fear in Dan’s eyes from the horrible, vulgar words yelled towards the mortal made something snap inside him. “Dan, listen to me:” He said firmly, cupping Dan’s tear-stained face in his hands. “You are NOT what they say you are! You are amazing, talented, and the bravest and strongest person I know! And if they’re seriously gonna call you those horrific words…” Phil was suddenly at a loss for words and shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Okay, you know what, FUCK this, I can’t take it anymore!”

*1:12*

“Take what anymore-mmph!” Before Dan could respond from hearing Phil swear, which he usually never did, the angel grabbed the front of Dan’s outfit, pulled him in, and kissed him, his lips soft yet fierce with unspoken emotion. As their lips met in a dance of passion, Phil raised his hand and did something he never thought he’d ever do: He flipped the demons off, glaring at them defiantly. The demons' laughter slowly faltered, their faces contorting to expressions of anger bewilderment.

Dan's eyes widened at Phil’s unexpected gesture, but a wave of relief and warmth suddenly overcame him as Phil continued to kiss him. Suddenly Dan couldn’t tell whether the pain in his abdomen was from the butterflies floating around in there or the puncture wound. At this point he really didn’t care. He could feel heart pounding like a kick drum in his chest, beating so hard he swore the entire mortal and immortal world could hear it. Phil had never done anything like this before, but this one kiss was all the confirmation he needed to prove he returned Dan’s feelings.

After a few seconds, Phil pulled back for air, whispering a quiet prayer of forgiveness from God for his rude gesture and choice of words. He looked up and chuckled as he saw Dan’s face heat up. “I’ll be back for you, I promise. Do you trust me?” He whispered, running a hand through Dan’s mangled curly hair. Dan glanced at the celestial portal in front of them and back to the apocalyptic war front around him. As much as he hated to admit it, Phil was right. He’d die if he stayed here any longer. He turned back to Phil, gulping nervously as he stared into his ocean-blue eyes. “Y-yes..I trust you…” Phil picked Dan up in his arms and transferred him through the portal to a doctor on the other side. Phil smiled back at Dan, his wings flaring with celestial light as the demons drew in closer on him. Slowly the portal grew smaller and smaller.

“N-no! Phil, please! D-don’t leave me!” Dan sobbed in agony as he reached out a hand towards Phil, fighting desperately against the doctors who struggled to hold him back.

“I’ll see you on the other side, my love.” Phil saluted him before turning around, lunging in attack just as the portal closed.

“PHIL-mmph!” Before Dan could speak further, an anesthesia mask was placed over his mouth, muffling his screams. The last thing Dan heard before passing out was from one of the nurses to Archangel Raphael as he was carried into a surgery room.

“Please, bring him back! Their bond…it cannot be broken.”

#dan and phil #dnp #phil lester #daniel howell #dan and phil games #phan #amazingphil #dan howell #dan and phil fanfiction #sister daniel #blonde phil #fanfiction #Youtube

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dyxtd21 · 1 month ago

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Astrotaffy (Astrotrain) aesthetic moodboard!!

Astrotaffy:

Astrotaffy is a visually striking and deceptively formidable member of the Decepticorns, his entire being infused with the pliable, sticky nature of taffy. His blue-and-pink coloration gives him a whimsical, almost playful appearance, with swirling patterns across his armor that mimic the stretched, ribbon-like texture of taffy. His body appears elastic in places, with joints and limbs that seem to flex unnaturally, as though they are composed of soft candy rather than hard metal. Large coils of taffy wrap around his arms and legs like bands, giving him a unique, almost candy-craftsman aesthetic. His shoulders and chest are adorned with decorative taffy twists, and his wings—representing his transport modes—are striped in alternating pink and blue hues, resembling spun sugar.

Despite his sweet and almost cheerful appearance, Astrotaffy is a brutal and cunning combatant. His body’s taffy-like properties grant him extraordinary adaptability, allowing him to stretch, twist, and even reshape parts of his form to gain an advantage in battle or to manipulate his surroundings. This malleability extends to his dual modes: a sleek, taffy-styled train and a spaceship with a candy-coated sheen that mirrors the swirling designs of his primary form.

Personality and Behavior:

Astrotaffy embodies the duality of his taffy motif—he is both flexible and tenacious, able to adapt to any situation with a cunning, manipulative edge. Unlike some of his more rigid comrades, Astrotaffy is pragmatic and opportunistic, often acting as a transporter and strategist for the Decepticorns. He takes great pride in his ability to carry out complex missions, whether it’s ferrying troops and supplies or sowing chaos behind enemy lines. Astrotaffy revels in his role as a vital cog in the Decepticorn machine, and he isn’t afraid to boast about his importance, often overstating his contributions to the cause.

Astrotaffy has a dry, sardonic wit and a sharp tongue, which he uses to deflect criticism or belittle his opponents. He views himself as the quintessential Decepticorn—practical, resourceful, and indispensable—and resents being underestimated due to his colorful, candy-themed appearance. However, his pragmatism often leads him to question the grandiose ambitions of Megatwix or the endless scheming of Starcream, making him something of a reluctant skeptic within the faction. Despite these doubts, Astrotaffy values survival above all else and will fall in line when necessary, knowing that siding with the Decepticorns is his best chance to ensure his own continued existence.

Relationships with Other Decepticorns:

Megatwix: Astrotaffy respects Megatwix as a leader but often finds his caramel-coated ambition exhausting. While he admires Megatwix’s strategic mind, he privately considers the leader’s obsession with domination impractical and prone to overreach. Still, Astrotaffy remains loyal out of self-interest, knowing that the Decepticorns’ success increases his own importance.

Starcream: Astrotaffy and Starcream have a contentious relationship, marked by mutual disdain. Starcream sees Astrotaffy as overly pragmatic and lacking the flair needed to truly shine, while Astrotaffy views Starcream as a self-absorbed liability. Their bickering often erupts during missions, with Astrotaffy mocking Starcream’s ego and Starcream belittling Astrotaffy’s “delivery boy” role.

Soundwafer: Astrotaffy has a professional respect for Soundwafer’s efficiency and intelligence, often relying on him for tactical support during transport missions. However, their relationship is strictly transactional; Astrotaffy finds Soundwafer’s cold demeanor unsettling, while Soundwafer views Astrotaffy’s sarcastic personality as unnecessary noise.

Shockwerther: Astrotaffy maintains a respectful distance from Shockwerther, recognizing his stoicism and power but finding his rigid adherence to order stifling. Shockwerther, in turn, tolerates Astrotaffy’s pragmatism but disapproves of his questioning attitude and self-serving tendencies.

#transformers: the sweet surprise #transformers #aesthetic #moodboard #astrotaffy #astrotrain #my au

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xasha777 · 8 months ago

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In the year 2457, amidst the sprawling megacities of Earth, fashion had evolved into more than a mere statement of style—it was now a means of survival. This is the world where Mei, a brilliant young textile engineer, lived and breathed her passion for fabric technology. Mei's latest creation was the Quantum Weave—a fabric that could adapt its form, function, and appearance based on the wearer's needs.

On a stormy evening, as neon lights flickered through the rain, Mei prepared for the grand exhibition of her work. She wore her masterpiece, a high-collared bodysuit and a voluminous hat, both crafted from the Quantum Weave, featuring a harlequin pattern that shifted in hues of purple, blue, and gold. The outfit was not just clothing but a shimmering shield against the elements and a beacon of her ingenuity.

At the exhibition, amidst the buzz of awe and applause, an enigmatic figure approached Mei. He introduced himself as Dr. Jian, a historian specializing in the 20th century, particularly the era of Chiang Kai-shek, a military leader from a time when the world was fragmented by war and politics. Dr. Jian was intrigued by Mei's fabric, which he believed could be used to access a form of temporal phase shifting—a method to witness history without altering it, based on the quantum properties of the fabric.

Dr. Jian explained his theory: the Quantum Weave could interact with the quantum echoes of the past, allowing the wearer to see and feel the ambiance of bygone eras without leaving their own time. Mei, driven by curiosity and the thrill of potential discovery, agreed to a clandestine experiment.

Late at night, in the secluded confines of her lab, Mei donned her Quantum Weave suit and activated its phase shifting capabilities. The world around her blurred, and then refocused. She found herself standing in the midst of a crowded street in 1930s Nanjing, observing the chaotic energy of the city during the reign of Chiang Kai-shek. The air was thick with the sounds of marching troops and distant speeches, the city a nexus of power and conflict.

As Mei absorbed the sights and sounds, her suit's fabric shifted, mirroring the textures and styles of the era around her, blending historical authenticity with futuristic technology. It was a historian's dream—a way to study the past in unimaginable detail.

When Mei returned to her own time, she and Dr. Jian were exhilarated by the success. They knew this invention could revolutionize the study of history, providing an immersive, firsthand account of events without the risk of time travel's paradoxes.

However, with great power came great responsibility. The potential to misuse the technology was high. Mei had to decide whether to pursue this path, knowing it could change how humanity understood its history, or to keep it as a guarded secret, used only under the strictest ethical guidelines.

As Mei pondered these thoughts, her suit shimmered softly, ready to explore the next chapter of whatever path she chose.

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cameraal · 2 years ago

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Hello! If you are seeing this then WELCOMEEEEEE to my DAILY WORLDBUILDING OF WORLDS! (Name is a work in progress lmao)

Basically, Every day for this summer (and potentially longer if I enjoy this) Im going to post a story idea, maybe even some art concepts to go with it. I will

-Flesh out at least 2-3 Characters

-Flesh out the world/section of the world

-Flesh out the worlds mechanics (ex: if time travel is real how does it work?)

-Flesh out character relationships, Backstories

-All of this is made in real time, therefore the names, places, people, are not well thought out. Feel free to speculate or even change any element you do not like (but be nice about it:))

All of these stories are free for anyone to use for entertainment. As long as you aren’t making a considerable amount of money off of my ideas I really don’t care if you use them, just credit me as inspiration :) (however if you end up making millions I wouldn’t mind a quick paycheck lmao)

ANYWAYS

Day 1: Hierarchical Eyes.

This world is a world ravaged by war. It has technology from the 1700’s. This is a mystical world where your social ranking is determined by your Eye Color. The ranks are as follows

Blue: Kings/Queens, Royalty

Purple: Royalty, can be Kings however it is rare, very close to Blues. This eye color portrays magical abilities

Yellow: The upper class, These are rare, but any offspring with this eye color are very wealthy. Has the lowest population

Red: Military Leaders, known for their brutality. These are the guards of the palace and are the generals behind the wars.

Orange: Lesser Military troops, much are in the police force and deal with the crime. This color is also known for being farmers, if the offspring is discharged or not accepted into the police force

Greens: The scholars, close friends with the purples despite their hierarchical difference. Well respected however they hold no power.

Browns/Grey hues: The peasants. They can fill the spot of any higher role (except for Blues and Purples) however it is extremely rare and in most cases are immediately denied a chance. They range from dirt poor to middle class. This is the biggest group.

This story takes place in one kingdom, the Spiral Kingdom. This kingdom is located at the east of the continent they reside on, there are 4 other kingdoms on this continent, all at war with one another. However this kingdom in particular is special, as it was the old capital of the kingdom that once ruled the world. This kingdom, which i will keep unnamed, had immense power long ago, their technology was advanced, how far advanced? No one knows. However all that is known is that the capital long ago was overrun by an external force known for its greed and hunger for power. The kingdom was soon able to defeat and seal away the external force, however with its forces low and desperation high, the civilization collapsed trying to rebuild itself. From the rubble came along a great Blue eyed king, with his purple eyed mage and his red eyed warrior, and they created the glorious Eye hierarchy we know and *love* today. All in an act of keeping the peace with the invaders. And as for the invaders? They were sealed away in this amulet worn around the King’s neck at all times. Who knows what would happen if the amulet were to be broken.

Now what I had just told you was the fairytale, here is what actually happened. This ancient civilization was power hungry, they treated their citizens well and were thriving. With this immense power they treated themselves like gods, and with that comes ambition. This civilization went to war with these mystical beings, beings who had been perceived as mortal gods of the world. The beings retaliated, bringing the civilization to the brink of collapse before being captured by the amulet. With the powers of literal gods before them, a Blue, Purple, and Red eyed trio set forth to rebuild their fallen civilization as they see fit, putting themselves at the top. Blue was given the title of king, for they were in control of the amulet. Purple were given a fraction of the god’s powers from the amulet for the compensation of not being king. Reds were given control of the army, much to the liking of the friend in the trio who ruled with an iron fist.

MORE WORLDBUILDING:

-Heterochromia children are against the law, and are executed.

-A relationship beyond acquaintances for different colored eyes are unacceptable (exceptions being Blue/Purple, Purple/Green, and Red/Orange)

-Contacts are banned, if you are found with contacts you will be charged. Contacts are however sold on the black market for high $$

-The mystical beings are a race who look over god’s creations, make sure everything is peaceful, however do not interfere unless provoked. These beings are mortal however.

THE CHARACTERS: (Potential Character ideas)

Brown Eyes:

2 Brothers, Living in the streets. Steals to make a living, Are apart of a group that is against the throne, befriends a blue eyed kid

Green Eyes:

An older fellow, Loves to read stories to younger children and works with the purples to keep their little book shop in buisness

Orange Eyes:

A well respected officer, gets discharged under suspicion of corruption. Is forced to live as a farmer and learn to enjoy life

Purple + Blue Eyes

Siblings, one is purple and one is blue. The Blue is the heir to the throne and doesn’t really understand the duties of being King, however his older sibling is constantly trying to teach him the history of their people and the duties of king. He doesn’t listen and befriends 2 brown eyes.

Mystical Being

The last of their kind, trapped in the amulet their whole life, they’ve never experienced the outside world, and once they are let out, they are quickly destructive and don’t understand the severity of their situation

ROUGH STORY:

As the 2 browns befriend the Blue eyed prince, the prince’s inauguration day is fast approaching. With his dad’s sudden death it leaves him to take the throne. However he is inexperienced and therefore will need to be guided by his older sibling, who had been taught to be king (however taught to be only a last resort had the king be unable to produce a blue eyed heir) Due to the blue eyes’ inexperience with being king, and some bad timing, the amulet is quickly losing its power, draining the life force behind all the Purples and quickly throwing the kingdom into ruin. In desperation (and to the dismay of both his sibling and brown eyed friends) the prince tears open the Amulet, releasing the being into the world.

That’s all im going to do, honestly don’t expect this much in my future days, as today’s was just extra long since this has been a story i’ve been revitalizing for a few years now, so there is a lot to say. If you read this far, please feel free to poke holes into this story! (Nicely lol) i’d love feedback and your own edits to the story.

#short story #fantasy #worldbuilding #bookart #daily story

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