#but also 👀👀 because. angst xD

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

wait. what if Iris asks TK if he's ever been married/engaged before

[factual-fantasy]

Happy 1st Birthday Jangles!!

This post was originally going to be a humongous comic filled with lore, goofs, and even a bit of angst? 👀 And then have a funny/wholesome ending. Just like Bibi’s birthday comic.

But.. I ran into a problem. I didn’t know what to get for Jangles.

For Bibi’s present it was obvious what to get him. He wanted a real friend. Bringing Jangles to life was perfect and really tied the whole comic together.

But Jangles? What does he want? 

I wracked my brain for days. And when I finally thought of an idea? I only had 8 days left to make it happen. Sketch the comic out on paper, sketch it again in digital, line it, color it, backgrounds, dialogue.. I also had to make the actual present so that its picture could be used in the comic. All while having a very busy schedule for this week AND while working on Moon Malfunction..

I thought I could pull it off. So I got to sketching right away.

The comic would start with me in a big black blob. Locking myself away to try and get this project done as fast as possible. You know, like a total drama queen XD

Bibi and Jangles break in, and Bibi tries to talk to me but I ignore him. Meanwhile Jangles goes over to this goopy present by the wall. The present has a tag with Jangles name on it. As he goes to open it I do a spoopy jump scare and tell him not to.  Jangles and I then proceed to go back and fourth. “Why not?” Because its not good enough yet. “I’m sure its fine, what is it? What’s it for?” I cant tell you what its for because its not that day yet. “What is that day? And why cant we know about it?” “BECAUSE, its a S E C R E T-”

Bibi then says I need a break. I tell him I cant because I’m running out of time. I tell him that it needs to be posted on a specific day and that it has to be perfect but I don’t know what to do..

Jangles then deadpans “Its my birthday isn’t it?”

“...Yes. It is.”

“Okay? So what? I get wanting to post it on the day. But why all this pressure for the perfect gift?”

I explain that Bibi got a big special comic for his birthday. It had all the bells and whistles and it had the perfect gift. Jangles. And I wanted to do the same for him. I explained that the problem though was I haven’t really written enough of Jangles character to know what he would want.. I then wrote for Jangles response to be,

“Well what I dont want is you stressing yourself out over me.”

..I stopped sketching the comic at that point. I realized that I was stressing myself out way too much over this comic. It was 1 in the morning at that point. I was already pushing myself so hard to get this done on time and make it perfect that all the fun was just zapped right out of it. 

But I still worried a bit. I care about Jangles as my character and I wanted to do something cool for him. I wanted to post this at midnight on the dot, but that would require me to stay up until then when I’m still wiped out from the day before.. I also still wanted to get him a cool present.. But again I figured Jangles wouldn’t want me to stress over this “big comic” and “special gift” stuff.  So I just settled for a break. 

This entire post was prepared early, and posted when ever I was awake enough to post it. All the days beforehand I spent just taking my time with Moon Malfunction and focusing on my schedule. And on the day I’m posting it, I plan to draw nothing. Just relax and take a break from everything. I’ll get back around to all my projects tomorrow.

I think a post with minimal effort and day of no Tumblr, is probably exactly what Jangles would have wanted. So Happy Birthday Jangles! And thanks for the day off! XD

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Chase Young/First Ninja is such a good ship though? It has it all. The tragedy. The drama. The clashing of ideals, assuming Chase even has any ideals left. The villain starting out with purely selfish intentions and ending up desperately trying to stop the hero from self-destructing, while the hero refuses to turn away from his path no matter what, which leads him to become just as inhuman as the villain--okay, I will stop. Seriously though, there's probably a parallel to be made about Chase having lost his soul to his magical transformation while the First Ninja seems to be more himself than ever despite being stuck in a book. Perhaps that's the difference between someone who lost sight of what truly mattered and someone who hyperfocused on the most important things.

Anyway, I just imagined the events of RC9GN playing out, but Chase Young is chained up somewhere really inconvenient (for Randy) and giving (bad) advice the entire time, so. Laugh rule, I need to tell you your idea rocks.

NO NO, PLEASE CONTINUE TALKING 👀👀👀

This is a fascinating angle that I haven't considered before! I mean, there is trully something very tragic about an inherently selfish villain's motivations becoming just a little bit less selfish as he tries to essentially 'save' the hero from his noble self-sacrifice/destruction in the name of duty. And it really fits their dynamic, because while Chase is an evil selfish asshole, no one can deny that he is honorable and that he can care and First is certainly stubborn enough about his duty. Gives just even more angst flavor to this ship, like WOW thats something I'm going to brood about for awhile.

And yes, their transformations (ascensions?) at the cost of their souls (i mean if we look at it closely, First basically sacrificied his soul to be forever preserved??? AND lost his mortal body in the process. so, inhuman in a sense.) in pursuit of their goals, is something that I see as parallels too! (wow anon, same brainwave!!) (It's also why i really like the ship name i made up for them haha)

akljadfkadsk xD yeah!!! thats basically the idea when I first sketched out the Captured Outcome for Chase in the VS event! Chase is just sort of hanging out in his forever prison, bothering spirit of First, and Randy somehow discovers him and Chase becomes that charismatic captured manipulative antagonist that gives morally dubious advice, than Nomicon/First, to the hero (that ultimately leads to Randy accidently releasing Chase and so on). (In my head, I call this AU a Hidden Chapter because Randy is basically browsing Ninjanomicon when he accidently stumbles on a reference to Chapter/Page dedicated to Chase and tries to find the rest of the info.)

Dude thank you for the kind words! I'm glad you enjoyed it! <3 And thank you for some good ideas like 👀 gonna use that energy as fuel for some projects. >;3c

[teecupangel]

i know you have so much on your plate rn but i can't stop thinking about Ezio-era Baker!Desmond and the shenanigan layers of ✨intrigue✨ going on with Ezio and Leo thinking he’s Giovani's bastard, and Maria inviting him to the villa on a whim ’cause she thinks her kids (and Leo) like the pastries, and Desmond misinterpreting absolutely everything because that boy is a Wreck™

what comes of it, tho?? is Desmond trying to alter history more than just pre-inventing exotic baked goods? is he already having to dodge assassins around Italy while trying to protect the Auditore family, getting on Giovani's radar and spooking him ’cause he can't figure out what branch he's from? or is Desmond holed up in his bakery trying very hard NOT to change anything ’cause hey he’d already saved the world he’d like to not fuck things up bad enough to have to do it again?

does Giovani catch a glimpse of him at some point (either just in the bakery or while Desmond’s out being assassin-y), and instead of thinking he looks like himself or Ezio (since this would be before Ezio gets the scar), thinks he looks eerily like the statue of Altaïr? as another layer of shenanigan, he could come to Leonardo with the idea of time travel but thinks that Desmond is from the PAST rather than the FUTURE, and Leo spends the whole convo trying not to blurt that he thinks/knows Desmond is GIOVANI'S kid

just. the confusion of this au speaks to me, since it’s ALMOST crack-y but also these fools are canonically FOOLS, and i love the way you blend angst with shenanigans. im also shippy at heart, so would love to see your take on that in this au if you have the time 👀

(thank you for reading, i hope you're doing well! 🧡)

As long as you guys are find that your asks are getting answered a month later, I’m alright with adding more to my plate XD (just to be clear, this is a first-in-first-out basis for both asks and replies/reblogs and I’m only about to clear Oct 13 XD)

The original Desmond becomes a baker in Renaissance Italy and gets mistaken as Giovanni’s illegitimate child idea for those curious.

In this one, Desmond only went as far as stop the Auditores from being arrested by dropping key documents showing Uberto’s treachery to the Medici. He stayed as far away as he could from the Auditores and only dropped off the evidence in Lorenzo’s bedside table one day, slipping into the darkness. Anyone who saw him actually thought he was a monk since he was wearing a monk’s attire (which he burned afterwards). This does lead to Giovanni and the thieves guild looking for him after since he hasn’t done any other Assassin related stuff and was simply living his life as a baker, they’re hitting a dead end. Desmond doesn’t plan to do anything else since he believes that the Auditores would be able to handle it from here and he’s betting on Giovanni finally starting Ezio’s training after learning that the Templars are after his family.

Giovanni’s first glimpse of him is when he checked the bakery from afar since his family seemed to like it so much. He just wanted to make sure it wouldn’t post any danger to his family and maybe even talk to La Volpe into adding it to the thieves’ patrol route just so they would have eyes on the bakery at all time. It’s gotten so popular that the Medici are even thinking of ordering from them so Giovanni figured he should do reconnaissance before it got to that point. When he saw Desmond, he doesn’t see the similarities between them, he saw Desmond looking a lot like the statue of Altaïr and he freaks out. Because, unlike Ezio or Leonardo, he does have an inkling of how powerful Those Who Come Before were. He has seen the Shroud and he has heard the tales of how Altaïr had mastered one of their weapons. And… if the Shroud could heal all and any injuries then… In this case, Giovanni doesn’t think Desmond is a time traveler, he thinks Desmond is Altaïr himself who has gained immortality thanks to the ‘powers’ of Those Who Come Before.

Thank you! I honestly like writing these ideas where it’s crack but not crack enough that it’s a bit confusing XD

[muffinsin]

Angst idea

can you do where the sisters get severely injured, (not sure how) like they can die if not healed. Their family tries to give them blood but they keep rejecting every blood they are offered. Their female s/o is desperate and crying and begging for them to drink the blood but they just won’t, so she gets an idea and talks about it with the family; she wants to offer her blood, the family are hesitated because they know how much the sisters love her, but they didn’t calculate how much blood was needed until they started draining the blood from their lover until her heart stops beating, the lover doesn’t pull away and doesn’t allow a anyone to pull away because she would sacrifice her life for the sisters. Or another possible thing would be that the sisters are in a coma and the lover asks Miranda to save them but in order to do that, Miranda needs the lovers life and she agrees without hesitation, the family knows of this arrangement and cannot stop it as the lover is stubborn and will not let anyone stop her. So the main request, if you can or want, how would the sisters react to finding out their lover sacrificed her life for them and their family didn’t (couldn’t) stop her from doing that, oh if you like to add the sisters had a fight with their lover before the incident, something about them thinking their lover doesn’t love them or something so now they feel guilty because their lovers’s love for them runs deep.

thanks

-rambunctious anon

Oooooh some angst again!👀 and omg this got SO long XD

Let’s go! :)

Masterlists

Bela

You know, immediately, something is wrong when you hear Bela’s scream

Not an annoyed, or an enraged one

No, it’s a loud, and desperate scream

A scream that reveals the pain she is in. A scream for help. A scream of agony

You don’t care about the two of you being at odds

That she’s asked you for space

She needs you. She’s in pain!

You run, faster than you thought you could, you blood pumping and heart beating fast

You try to find her, try to find where the screams are coming from

Not the main hall, not her room, not the gardens

The kitchens?

You’re so close

You run past the broken windows, your eyes widening at her state

Bela is badly hurt and must have fallen to the floor

Her hair is a mess from the physical fight she’s in, blood runs from multiple spots on her body

She’s screaming as her own sickle is brought down on her and the wind from the outside hits her harshly

There is a man kneeling above her. She seems unusually small and helpless, crying and screaming in pain, desperately trying to shield her face with her crystallising hands and arms

You don’t hesitate when you see the gun left on the ground, and fire prompt into his back, through his heart

Yet, it seems bela is also affected by this, being this close to the man. You didn’t think the bullet would go right through

She screams in pain, this time caused by you, as the man drops limply on her bruised, cut and shot body

She’s quite literally falling apart from the cold, even when you quickly close the window

You kneel fast and push the man away, instead hover over her yourself. She cries her leg breaks off, the flies unable to stay together any longer

She doesn’t dare meet your eyes, and you can’t help but remember what happened mere hours ago

How broken she sounded, stating you wouldn’t love her because you forgot about a date she had been looking forward to

Your heart aches at the mere memory. You know, Bela doesn’t get to have dates often

You know, she’s vulnerable as it comes to love and romance

And you how how bad you hurt her when she claimed you didn’t love her and demanded time and space for herself

Now, it’s nearly unbearable to see the woman you do love lie on the floor, a broken body and tears streaming down her cheeks as she screams in pain whenever another body part of hers falls

You don’t understand- why isn’t she healing?!

You closed the window!

No more injuries come to her!

Why won’t she recover?!

She’s coughing up blood, and you gasp in shock when her throat and face begins crystallising slowly

“Bela!”

She doesn’t quite seem to hear. She’s feeling hazy, and not quite there

You jump at the hand on your shoulder- Cassandra- tugging you away

“Bela! Bela!”, she too yells. You flinch when she attempts to grab her sister’s hand and it breaks off with a loud scream from the blonde

Immediately she pulls her hand back, shocked

Tears run down your face, and you feel your heart ache at your precious lover’s state

It’s not voiced, but you know, you’re not the only one worrying Bela isn’t going to make this

You watch as Cassandra, by far gentler this time and more careful than you have ever seen her move, slowly brings Bela’s body close to her own

You feel so utterly helpless as you watch her

Is there nothing you can do but watch her die right before your eyes?!

Then, it comes to you when Cassandra unclasps the necklace hugging her throat

Blood, of course!

She gently pulls her sister to her neck, and you wince as you see sharp teeth dig into Cassandra’s skin

The woman groans in pain, but doesn’t move away

For a moment, Bela seems to drink, albeit weakly

Your eyes widen when, only a few seconds after, the blonde jerks away, blood coughed up and spit out, body jerking

You watch the dark, inhuman blood run down Cassandra’s bare neck

Of course, cadou-infected blood, practically rotten blood, can’t be all that good…

Yours, on the other hand…

You love Bela. You want her to know this

You cup her face gently, more tears running down your cheeks at how fragile she feels

Like old porcelain that might break any second

Her eyes can’t find yours, she’s completely hazed and dizzy. Her eyes dart everywhere and dare close

“Bela…”, you whisper. She can’t meet your eyes, her eyes nearly close and her head bobs forwards

You feel sticky, salty tears on your cheeks as you take her from Cassandra and pull her closer

The brunette watches silently as you drag Bela to your neck instead

Immediately, she latches on, and you bite your lip to stifle your cries of pain

It hurts, by far more than normal

Bela has always held back. This time, she doesn’t seem to be able to

She’s crying against your neck, as though somewhat aware of what is happening but unable to stop it

Wet tears hit the top of her head

“Ssssh, it’s okay, Bela”, you whisper, your hand at the back of her head preventing her from pulling away

The more the takes, the stronger she gets

The stronger she gets, the weaker you feel

It’s bittersweet, you think. How your lover will recover, and yet you won’t be around to see it

You know, now it is you who won’t make it, not when she keeps and keeps drinking and only her remaining hand is starting to heal

You know; it’s going to take a lot more blood

You’re starting to feel light headed after a few minutes, and Cassandra at last seems to catch on and deem enough blood drained

“Bela. Bela!”, she calls, her hand grasping Bela’s trembling shoulder

You don’t allow her to pull her sister off, even as your vision is blurry and you feel life slowly slipping from you

Bela is trembling, and crying. Merely her chest and head has still got flies breaking off

“N-No, ke-eep going”, you whisper back

You don’t have the strength to say more

Cassandra’s eyes widen at this

“Are you crazy?! Make her let go!”, she screeches

You notice her attempt to claw at the wound at her neck, eager to feed Bela instead

You know, the blonde’s body will only reject Cassandra’s foul blood. You know, it will only weaken both sisters

With the last bit of strength you have remaining, you pull Bela closer again, and press a small kiss to the crown of her head

“I love you, pretty girl”

Two days after, Bela awakens again

She groans at the pain in her limbs, the dried blood sticking to her mouth

She makes a mental note to clean it off. She knows, you’ll likely only kiss her when she has a clean mouth

Upon lifting her head, she notices it’s tucked against you

She can’t help but smile and cuddle a little closer

She feels so hazy, so weak. Having you with her is beautiful and calming

She wonders- are you still angry at her words?

She knows, she shouldn’t have reacted the way she did

For a moment she frowns. What is she doing in the small storage room? Why are the two of you crouched on the floor?

Why does she feel bullets settled within her? She cringes at the feeling of her healing body pushing them out

A blanket is draped over her

Upon noticing her death grip on you, she lets go and gasps when both of you fall backwards, her on top of your body, her head tucked in your neck

“I’m sorry…for what I’ve said…”

Is this her voice? It sounds so rough, so small. Her throat burns as she talks

Bela winces at your silence

“I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have said you don’t love me..”

No answer comes from you

“Are you still angry?”, she asks. She doesn’t dare lift her head from you

Bela’s heart pounds in her ears

No answer comes from you, again. The silence has her on edge

“I’m sorry..”, she cries. “I know you love me”, she adds as tears roll down her cheeks

How can she fix this?

“I didn’t mean to say su….”- Bela’s words die on her tongue as she lifts her head

Golden eyes find your unblinking ones

She stares. It’s as though she’s frozen in time. In this moment

She calls your name, her voice cracking

Now she sees you, she notices the lack of your heartbeat

She shakes as she notices the blood smeared on your throat. The very same that matches the one smeared on her lips

Tears roll down her cheeks as she shakes. No words come from her

“Please wake up”

Upon hearing what happened from Cassandra, Bela turns hostile towards her

She no longer is the loving sister to her

How could she let this happen?!

How could she make Bela do this?!

She’s completely broken, hostile and sad, breaking down all day

Cassandra is advised to stay away. Any contact with her sister at all ends up with sharp nails dug into her skin and ugly words thrown at her

Often, Bela pulls Daniela to her side. She hissed angrily whenever her sister attempts to talk

She’s there to comfort her, to remind Bela there is a reason to keep living

Nothing more

Cassandra

Your eyes widen at the loud, angry scream that fills the hall

You immediately, automatically, tug on the doorknob. Yet, it’s locked tight

Cassandra has made sure you wouldn’t get out the moment an intruder was found in the castle

Another scream. You hear the pain in it. The anger

She’s hurt! You know it! Badly, or else Cassandra wouldn’t scream like this

Laughter, always. Never pained screams

You throw yourself against the door, over and over again

Eventually, it comes lose at last and breaks open

Immediately you make your way to the screams

You run fast, as fast as your legs carry you, down the hall and into the armoury, where you know you will find her

As you pass her room, you gasp upon finding the sickle still dropped on the floor, right where she threw it

“Why must you always be so difficult?! Just be normal for once!”- your own words from before ring in your ears

You remember it, the pained and angry expression in her face

You remember flinching when a tear ran down her cheek

Never have you seen her cry before this

You remember how she grabbed her gloves and put them on to cover the sharp, black painted nails

You remember her throwing her sickle and daggers to the floor. Ridding herself of them

“You want normal? Fine. And what’s left of me now?” She didn’t sound angry as she said it. Just- hurt. Betrayed

You have told her countless times you love how special she is

Just this once, fuelled by your anger after she killed a maid you had a good conversation with, you made the mistake of telling her to be normal

As though you’d want her to be normal

You remember how she angrily wiped the blood from her face…how she pulled the hood up to hide the cadou scar

How frustrated she grew that despite all this, she was not normal, and she couldn’t be

You eye the sickle as you take it from the floor. Another scream makes you flinch again

She isn’t bearing her weapon…

You grab the handle of the weapon tightly as you keep running

When you find her at the armoury, you feel as though frozen

Dressed in a thin, white dress, she’s trying to both- warm up and shield her face

You gasp as her legs break and she falls to the floor. She’s almost completely grey, her skin looking hard

When the intruding man’s blade hits her arm, she screams. It almost falls off, you notice

Quickly, you jump into the room

You aren’t sure how to wield a sickle, really, but shove the sharp end of it into the man’s neck

Immediately, you lay the price for it when you are elbowed in the face

Still, with another hard thrust into the man’s jugular, the falls to the floor

Immediately, you move to Cassandra

Frozen tears stick to her nearly frozen cheeks

You frown at the light dress she wears. It looks far too…normal

And it offers no warmth at all

“C-Cass…!”

She blinks slowly, her head bobbing forwards

You eye the large gap in the wall. There is no shutting out the cold, but you know you can’t move her

“Cassandra!”, you shriek when her arm, at last, breaks off

She doesn’t answer. As she attempts to talk, you notice with wide eyes how a large crack appears on her throat

“No! Nononono!”, you scream, and she winces at the sound of it

You know immediately what she needs. Blood. Blood you know she can’t get from anybody but you right now

Even as you hear her mother approach, you know it’s of no use. You know, their tainted blood will be of no use to her

Cassandra winces and cries as she is brought closer to you

“Le-eave!”, she croaks out

Immediately, your hand covers her throat when the crack raises all the way to her chin

“Don’t talk”, you urge

You feel how fast your heart beats as you raise one of the sharp daggers from the floor

She squirms, her hand weakly raising to stop you

You jump when Alcina enters the armoury, her eyes wide

Just like you, she seems to immediately think of what to do, and raises her own, sharp claw to her wrist

Silent tears stream down your face when she lifts her wrist to Cassandra’s grey face

You know, it’s going to be futile

The fact she wastes time like this angers you

You grab the dagger tightly as you press it against your throat. Your hands shake as you watch Alcina

For a mere moment, Cassandra seems to drink the dark, nearly black blood

You allow yourself to feel hope as you watch with wide, worried eyes and wet cheeks

Then, she spits. You hold her to you as she spits it all out, her weak body shaking and tears streaming down her face

You flinch when you bump against her hand and a large crack appears on it

You know, there is no other option left. In a way, you can’t help but think you’ve caused this

Had you not called her such a thing…maybe with her sickle, she could have prevented the hole in the wall

Maybe her thick dress could serve her better. Now her remaining arm is bare, as are her frozen over legs and thighs

You cry out loudly when the dagger cuts across your throat

When you bring Cassandra’s head to your neck, she struggles as much as her weak body allows it

You realise with a sting in your chest- she doesn’t want to drink your blood. She wants to be normal

“Please, you need to….”, you beg

Cassandra cries out brokenly when you smudge her face against your throat

Golden eyes dart to Alcina’s

“Mo-other, ma-ke them stop!”

You hold her throat a little tighter to prevent it from cracking and breaking in half

Alcina doesn’t budge

She too knows it’s the only way

“Drink”, you urge. No, force

Cassandra cries as her face is smudged against you, hard, and your blood runs in her mouth

Her remaining hand reaches up

You cry harder when her fingers break off and she whimpers the second they come in contact with you

You hold her tight against you for a few minutes, the woman helpless with no limbs remaining

You know, with your blood the flies will return and she will regain the lost limbs in time

You realise too, you won’t be there to see it

After a little while, she begins to drink on her own. More and more

Hard, painfully so

Your vision blurs soon enough. You can’t make out Alcina’s features anymore

You can’t even feel Cassandra against you anymore, nor the pain

Everything feels- numb

You feel life slipping from her as it is given to her

As tears run from your cheeks, you weakly grab a torn piece from her white dress

Your fingers dripping with blood, you drag them across the fabric

“You’re perfec”, is all you manage before your limbs are too heavy and your eyes slip shut

Cassandra’s eyes open with a start

Her vision is blurry. She notices, she is no longer in the armoury

She’s in her bed now, a thick blanket over her

Her left leg is already reattached to her. Her entire body throbs as she heals

Cassandra lifts her right hand cautiously, tears of pain streaming down her face as she inspects it

She screams your name, but no reply comes

Next to her are a pile of dead maidens, and a glass filled with blood

She shivers. Your scent is all around her. Yet- you are not

With fury in her eyes, she remembers what you did

Where are you? Why aren’t you here?!

She screams again. Why won’t you come to her?

Upon hearing her screams, she is swarmed with her two sisters

She snarls at them, demanding to know about you. She only receives sad, sorrowful glances in return

“Where?”, she croaks out

No answer comes to her. She cries, her head smudged against her older sister’s neck

Cassandra begs to see you, even as she can’t move

In return, she only receives a single piece of white, torn fabric. It reeks of you. She loves it

Cassandra cries as she holds it close to her each night until she can recover enough to seek out your grave

“I’m sorry”, she cries out, her nose buried in the fabric with the dried blood in it

Cassandra refuses to see her mother during the entirety of her recovery

The mother of three only knows of her daughter’s condition from her other daughters

She is not granted a single moment with her middle child, lest she is screamed at and demanded to leave

Lest she wants Cassandra to injure herself further by screaming and attempting to throw all within her reach

The moment she approaches her after her recovery, Cassandra swarms away

She refuses to see the woman for weeks

Cassandra screams in agony when Alcina corners her in the armoury one day

It no longer smells of your blood, yet it’s all that is on Cassandra’s mind

“It’s all your fault!”, she screams

She accuses, and her mother stays quiet. She knows, Cassandra needs someone else to blame

And she will take that role

“I hate you!”, she sneers at her mother, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clutches the torn fabric of the white dress against her chest

Perhaps, in time, she will heal. Perhaps not

Daniela

She’s fast to fall in love, this much is known

And it’s even easier for her to believe someone is in love with her

Quite often she is sure, one is in love with her within seconds of being in her presence

However, something less known: Daniela is very fast to believe she is no longer loved, too

All it takes is a small argument for her to believe she is no longer loved and treasured, but despised and feared

With you, it’s no different

You’re sitting on the bed, just where she left you

Your chest aches at the thought of the small argument stirred between the two of you

Really, it was nothing major. You’ve had a long day, and Daniela was being her usual, hyper and energetic self while you felt drained and tired

And while it normally excites you, it seems to have just angered you today. Riled you up

So when she came to you to cuddle, you denied her requests. Upon seeing puppy eyes and crocodile tears on her cheeks, you only grew angrier

You know now, you shouldn’t have let your anger out on your sensitive girlfriend

Daniela is so…naive

She hasn’t got the thick skin her sisters have, nor the maturity to understand certain emotions, having been shielded nearly all her life by her family

When you snapped at her and told her not to annoy you today, crocodile tears were replaced with real ones

You didn’t mean to use the word “annoy”. Daniela never really annoyed you like that. Not truly

She never meant to either, even when she acted spoiled and entitled, bratty or teasing

You were left on the bed when she immediately swarmed off

For a long time, hours, you’re in your own little world

That is, until Bela bursts into the room, attempting to find her younger sister. Instead, golden eyes land on you

Immediately you notice her state; the blood on her chest and the deep cut on her forehead, the light bruises on her body where you know, the cold must have hit her

“Where’s Daniela?!”, you demand to know. She has no answer for you

You debated before whether you should give Daniela space. This question is now overdue

You will not sit idle by while your lover might be in danger

You follow Bela on slightly shaky legs. You hear nothing, but run faster when she seems to have caught onto something

As you cross the courtyard- even Bela- you begin to hear it

The screams

Screams of pain

Screams for help

Screams for mercy

Bela is fast to rush through the door, and you follow suit

Your hands shake as you push open the door to Daniela’s section of the library and your eyes widen at the image in front of you

Daniela is cowering in the corner, blood running down her face. The window at the center of the ceiling is open

Beneath it, lies Daniela’s right arm, still clutching the sickle. Slowly, the insects of it die and lose formation

When a shot is fired into Daniela’s chest again, you run forwards.

You haven’t got a plan, really, but don’t need one either. Bela is fast to grab the intruder, her body slightly slower than normal due to the cold

Still, her sickle pushes inside of the man easily, and rips back out harshly

You pay them no mind, instead fall to your knees next to the auburn haired woman

She calls your name softly, and you cry as her soft lips harden and begin to crystallise

“I’ve got you, I promise!”, you croak out. You don’t dare wrap your arms around her. She looks so…fragile

Daniela cries helplessly as she attempts to reach you despite her frozen legs and crystallising remaining arm

You cup her cheek gently. You can practically see the life draining from her

This can’t be it, can it?

Your eyes widen as hers slip shut and her body nearly falls forwards

“Dani!”

For a mere moment, golden eyes open again. She’s whimpering softly as tears run down her cheeks

Judged by the large crack in her skin, you doubt she even can talk properly

You flinch when Bela is suddenly back at your side, her hand holding Daniela’s

You whimper as the woman’s ring finger breaks off

How can you stop this?!

Bela seems to have a solution. You’re a mess, as though unable to do anything but watch as life slips from Daniela

With her sharp teeth grazing her wrist, Bela hisses when dark blood flows from her

Daniela barely reacts when her sister’s hand is pressed to her lips and Bela pulls her to her chest

“Drink up, little one, please”. You wonder- is your voice as shaky as hers? Yet as you open your mouth, no words come out and you only choke on your tears

Your hands shake as Daniela drinks, and yet it does nothing at all. Flies keep dropping to the floor, blood keeps running from her wounds

“Dani. Daniela!”, you gasp when her eyes slip shut yet again and she no longer drinks from her sister

She’s pale, and sweat sticks to her forehead

She’s shivering even as the room adapts a normal temperature again

“Please, keep your eyes open, my love”, you beg. You doubt your words even reach her

You whimper as your hands wrap around her and you feel her cold skin

“Please. She needs me”, you whisper to the blonde next to you

She too seems to notice her blood does little to nothing to save her injured sister

“She would never forgive me…”, she argues, yet you see the defiance in her eyes

Bela is no fool and knows, this is the only way

She knows too, Daniela will hate her should anything happen to you. She loves you so painfully much…

Still, she obliges, and you groan in pain when you feel her sharp teeth injure your neck. Immediately, blood starts to flow and Daniela opens her eyes again

She cries as she is brought to your neck, her weak hand attempting to push against you

You cry with her when it breaks off and falls into Bela’s hands

“Dri-nk”, you urge, even as blood fills your mouth

It seems, Daniela can’t control herself in her state

You scream at her sharp teeth on your neck, digging in and biting

Still, through teary eyes, you see flies are no longer falling from her

After a minute or so, her legs begin to stop crystallising and even adapt a fresh colour again

You sway slightly. You’re starting to feel dizzy

“Daniela, that’s enough.”, Bela urges

You raise a weak arm to catch her wrist when she attempts to push Daniela off

“Nnjo, she neaads…dis…”, you slur out

Your hand raises weakly to Daniela’s hair, but you get no reaction from her as she feasts on you. In fact, you aren’t even sure whether she notices it

Your vision is blurry now, and you struggle with breathing

Bela attempts to tug her sister off for a moment, yet only a few seconds after her lips are pulled from your neck, she already writhes in pain and you notice her arm crystallise again

When she is pulled back against you, Bela does not interfere again, but merely watches with her knees tucked to her chest

You feel your life being drained by Daniela, yet make no effort to stop it. She…needs you

And you’re willing to give your life for hers

Daniela feels so…disoriented…when she awakens

She stares around the room, and smiles exhaustedly upon realising she is in one of your sweaters

Covered by thick blankets, she searches the room for you

Where are you? Why aren’t you with her? Is she still being too clingy?

Is she still annoying…?

Daniela calls out your name quietly, but no reply follows

Surely, though, you wouldn’t have given her your clothes if you are still angry…right?

She calls your name a little louder and winces at the pain in her throat. She feels so sore, even as she is already on the mend

When her door swings open, she grins eagerly. She misses you already! Where are you? Why aren’t you with her?

Daniela’s smile falters as Bela steps into the room instead. But…where are you?

Upon having her older sister press her hand to her forehead, she eagerly leans against her

Daniela smiles when a small kiss is pressed against the top of her head

“I’m happy to see you’re doing better, little fly. Mother will be up here shortly”, Bela sighs. She winces at the view of the sweater on her sister

She knows, she will need to tell Daniela

The auburn haired woman presses herself closer to her sister, all too happy to feel the small warmth she gets from her

She almost winces again when Daniela asks about you. Where you are. What happened

Daniela freezes when she receives her answer

No. Surely not.

She laughs at Bela’s face. “Where are they?”, she asks, giggling. No. No. Surely not. Bela must be joking. You aren’t taken from her. What a silly idea!

Daniela giggles even as tears stream down her face. No, no no no no. You aren’t taken from her!

She clutches the sweater tightly as she cries

No, no. No. Yes. No. No, it can’t be!

A week later, seven days without you by her side, Daniela seems to understand

When Bela goes to check up on her younger sister like she does every day, she is quite unprepared for the screaming festival she has started

She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t even shake as Daniela lets out her anger on her

Sharp nails dig into Bela’s pale skin as she holds her sobbing sister

“Why didn’t you stop it?!”

“It’s all your fault!”

“You caused this!”

“Why couldn’t you kill him faster?!”

“I hate you!”

“You’re the worst sister in the world!”

“You took them from me!”

Each word stings, yet she knows, Daniela doesn’t quite mean it. Not by the way she presses herself closer to her dear sister, by the way Daniela begs for comfort and understanding even as she causes blood to run down Bela’s fingertips

She realises. You’ve been taken from her. And it’s all her fault

[wombywoo]

Marc's company is funding the taskforce?! Does Quinn know this? Does Liz know this?! How did they let this happen, that guy is evil! He shouldn't be allowed within a million yards of Quinn. I bet Vincent will be so angry when he finds out.

Fig is the best girl and should get to bite Marc. Please tell us more about her?

I also want to hug Vincent now! Knowing his past with the evil vampires, and the voice in his head from his makers, I have a feeling his storyline is going to be filled with almost as much trauma as Quinn. Does Quinn find out about it and decide he needs to personally kill every evil vampire ever? 'Cause I think he should get to, as a treat. XD

YUP!! In fact, the task force probably only exists because of his investment--his company has been very interested in dragon research for a while (their scales are being implemented in new armor/weapons, and certain magical properties are being studied...) (more on that later at some point)...

Liz was sort of aware that Quinn and Marc had a maybe-relationship, but she hadn't known any of the details, so she didn't see an issue in joining forces. In fact, no one really knows all the details, not even Danny... Quinn kept those things very close to the chest...

And Vincent doesn't know anything !!! at least not in the beginning! He just knows there's a bad vibe about the dude when they meet, and eventually he learns he's Quinn's ex, but Quinn doesn't divulge any specific details for a whiiiiile.....

(there might even be reason for Vincent to reluctantly collaborate with Marc...something about a potential cure....hmmm....hoohoeohoo)

But when he finds out....ooof...that does NOT go over well

What can I say--I love drama, I love angst 🤌🤌🤌

Fig!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fig is lovely and smelly and sleeps a lot !!! She's kind of in tune with Quinn's moods and will come over and slump on him if she feels he's looking sad 😭😭😭 She loves to run around in circles and then come waddling back to Quinn to slobber on his shins 🥰

Vincent definitely has drama of his own he'll have to deal with. I've been toying with a few ideas on how his past and these new threats will tie together, but I'm saving that for later 🤫 (ie. I haven't thought of it yet) But! I do have ideas! And I'm quite pleased with everything I've come up with so far!

Quinn already has beef with vampires in general, so I think he'd be fine slaughtering all the evil ones. The only thing is....they might have an interest in him at some point....👀

[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

Ah I’m so excited! The blue moon snippet was so good :D and mer may respectfully any details? 👀

Thank you!!! I’m gonna be honest, roach’s pov is really making me work for it XD I’ve written and rewritten more of this fic than any fic for any fandom I’ve previously worked on lmao

And the mermay fic of course I’ll give some details! I don’t want to give too much away, of course, but it’s a “Soap got medically discharged and doesn’t know what to do with his life” kind of fic :D he moves into his grandparents’ cottage on a cliff above the sea after they pass and is just kind of going through it, you know? But one day during a storm he hears crying down on the beach below the house and can’t NOT go and help! He rushes down as fast as he can with his leg, and he finds something tangled up in a net, wailing and crying so hard it just breaks his heart.

He finds a mer. A mer CHILD.

(It’s Joseph!)

*dun dun DUN*

Basically the rest of the fic is Ghost watching ominously while Joseph comes to visit his new best friend Soap, language barrier shenanigans, some angst regarding illegal fishing operations, and maybe a bit of reverse little mermaid vibes at the end :D

Also, because Soap doesn’t know Joseph’s real name (because of the aforementioned language barrier), he calls him minnow 🥰

[elvenbeard]

"Fuck, was that V just walkin' in?" "Shit... think so. What's been goin' on with him ever since that gig?"

--------------------------- Had this scene rotating in my brain for a while and I really wanted to do a little drawing of my poor boy during a not so good time... walking into the Afterlife more dead than alive but with some important business to talk that cannot wait!

I wanna include the full scene in one way or another in my Post-Sun-Ending fic at some point, as it's a little subject to change still 👀👀

But yeah... he's not long post some surgery that may or may not help his condition, and of course shit is hitting the fan all around him...

I so badly wanna make a mod for that eye makeup a little further down the line (and his head scars 👀) - and he's really only wearing so much of it to cover up how fucking exhausted he is. Maybe also to make himself look scary and intimidating while actually he should rest in bed rn and is physically and mentally not at his best.

Alt version without it all, just because I can:

(I pinky promise he'll be fine in the end!! I just love angst too much xD)

[far-from-fran]

What are the examples of your "cringefail x [gender]failure" ships? xD

I'm so glad you asked!!!!!!😁

@kpchrs

Ok! So! I'd probably have to start with Hijack!

Hijack

Hiccup (httyd) x Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians (great movie btw😊)) If we're going by htty1 Hiccup would be the boyfailure, and Jack would be the cringefail. But, if we're talking about httyd2, then Hiccup would be the cringefail and Jack would be the boyfailure. The shit they go through and the way I write them really fits that dynamic.

Ashnifico!

Asha x King Magnifico (Disney's Wish) King Magnifico is kind of like a cringey and underappreciated dad, it's so funny. Like, he's supposed to be this intimidating and evil-as-fuck villain, but he's just so cute. Like, look at him twirl:

"I'm glowing! :D"

This is after he's turned evil too, so. Lol

And, Asha is the girlfailure, because... she's just a mess of a character. 😂 Like, I love her, but she's a mess. All the characters kind of are, but, that's kind of why I love them.❤️

Roceit!!!!! :D

Yeeeeeeeeeesssssss! Ok!

Roman "Creativity" Sanders x Janus "Deceit" Sanders from Sanders Sides:

There's a (too) big section of the fandom that (only) sees Janus as this suave and debonair mystery man, which is definitely what Janus wants to be seen as. But, in reality, he's just a big dork! (affectionate)

Picks him up and hold him under a flashlight Look at him! LOOK AT HIM!

So, Janus is the cringefail.😂

Roman! :D Roman is the boyfailure. My mans is... Not Winning. (Which is partially his own fault) (Who said that!?👀)

He's so good, though! I love him! Like, more Roman being happy, please! Enough with the ANGST! (lighthearted... also kinda serious.😂)

I have a fic for them planned. (When don't I? Lol) Well, it's for all the Sanders sides, but it's going to feature roceit heavily. Which I said I wasn't going to do, because I wanted to feature all the sides equally, but here we are.😂 I hope I can get the first chapter out soon!😁

Hmm. I had another one I wanted to talk about, but I don't remember what it was right now.🤷

Well, anyway, here's some honorable mentions:

Hiccabela

Hiccup (httyd2) x Isabela Madrigal (Encanto)

I think calling Isabela a girlfailure is a bit of a stretch, since her whole thing is being perfect. But, she's a bit of a girlfailure in my eyes, so that's all the counts.😌💅🏾

Quick Hiccabela edit I did:

Bunnydoll

Jax x Ragatha (The Amazing Digital Circus)

I hesitate to call Ragatha a girlfailure, but, eh... she's not exactly Winning. Which isn't entirely her fault. It's, like, 90% Jax's fault.

Jax is definitely a cringefail, though. To me, at least. I guess he would technically need to fail more, but whatever. There's only two episodes out, as of writing this, but I'm pretty sure he's going to be failing a LOT more in the future.😂

Hmm. Maybe, I'll switch the roles? Jax is the boyfailure and Ragatha is the cringefail? Eh, whatever.🤷 It works either way.😂

I JUST REMEMBERED!!! I almost sent it without talking about the Cringfail x Girlfailure ship of all time.😂

GuitarSpear

Adam x Lute (Hazbin Hotel)

Adam is just... the worst, and Lute is a girlfailure, because, like, girl Raise your standardsssssssssss!!!!😭 (affectionate) I can't wait to see more of them in season two.😊

But, yeah.😂 Those are my "cringefail x [gender]failure" ships. Feel free to ask more about these or any of my other ships. I ship a lot of stuff. Oh! There's a crossover ship tournament going on, if you want to vote. No pressure. It's just for fun anyway. I put in a link to the hashtag if you're interested: Crossover ship poll tournament. It's hosted by Rapunzel Crossover Queen. They're great!😊

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Just Like Your Father and (if you have some idea of where you want it to go) Hyacinthus manifesting through hyacinths? 👀

Ooooo! Another ask! :D

Just Like Your Father

okay, honesty time: I don't have a strict outline for this yet. Basically, when I get to it, i'm gonna be snooping around @tsarinatorment's blog and nagging her with questions about Michael because she's the Michael expert in the fandom lmao XD

But yeah. I'm imagining this to be a little meeting between Michael and Apollo. Like perhaps Michael's first day/week at camp and Apollo rolls up in a dream with a frappachino and shades like "sup?"

really it's gonna be fluffy. although i have a habit of getting angst in there somehow...wait.

maybe.

i could-

hmmmm...........

*takes notes*

angst idea just hit :)

we have the above. and then post-lee's death. :)

how's that for angst? :)

Hyacinth can manifest by hyacinth flowers

What??? Huh??? What do you mean Alder??? Where are you going with this???

:)

listen. listen. In The Hidden Oracle, Hyacinthus actual talks to Apollo. Sure, he's delirious, but...he also could not be *raises brow significantly*

and Apollo sees Hyacinthus beside the hyacinth flowers growing on Cabin 7's window sills, right? So, if Hyacinthus is in a pseudo-alive state as the fandom loves to headcanon then...that means he can manifest around Cabin 7. Around Apollo's kids.

And. and! Technically, Hyacinthus is now a deity of some sort because of the Spartan festival Hyacinthia! He's worshipped as a full-blown god! Therefore, he has abilities (while limited) and I whole-heartedly believe he would use the majority of them to protect his lover's kids.

also just imagine Hyacinthus checking in on the Apollo kids, adjusting their comforters, and subtly waving away nightmares <3

[factual-fantasy]

Greetings Factual! I just realized I completely forgot to congratulate you in my last Ask- so although it's a tad late, allow me to say, great job getting to yet another milestone in the form of 27,000 followers! As I've said before, you deserve every single one and more- your works, both big and small, make bad days brighter and good days even better! I've especially enjoyed the pixel art gags these past few days- "human sans" and "Bingus" in particular- and it seems like many others have too- at this rate, 30,000 is just a few steps away! Almost their!

Also, thanks a million for responding so kindly to my idea regarding the gangs reunion with patty and meeting with Baragara! I'm glad you like it, and regardless of what details you decide on, I just hope we get to see the moment illustrated some day, as emotional as it is epic!

As for my actual Ask today- I was wondering about Grimaces Gigantamax status. As you probably know, some Pokemon species, including Gengar, can take mega evolution to the next level and temporarily grow to Kaiju sizes when exposed to certain types of legendary energy. However, of the 26 compatible species, not all members have the genes necessary to do so. So, even though he is unlikely to be exposed to the energy required to Gigantamax, if he was, would Grimace be among the lucky few of his kind to react? Or does he lack the Gigantamax genes- which, if he does, certainly wouldn't make him any less awesome!

Oh, and also, small goofy side ask I just thought of- since the group usually seems to sleep together, do any of its six ( later eight ) members snore? And if so, have the others grown accustomed to the noise? Or do they "throw a pillow at the problem" so to speak?

(27,000 followers) (Human sans) (Bingus)

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD I'm glad to hear that you've been liking my pixel stuff!! :DDD

As for the Baragara ask, awe! No problem!! :D I've been thinking about his story and how I would draw it.. it just seems like a hefty project to take on in my current state.. <XD

Now hmm.. Gigantimaxing.. Funnily enough the discord server an I actually talked about Grimace potentially Gigantimaxing or mega evolving. You know, for angst reasons XD But the general take away I got is it would requite too specific of an environment and situation for him to mega evolve on accident. If mega evolving on accident is even possible- (I say accident because the group are not intended to know what megastones are or how they work. So its not like Grimace could mega evolve intentionally-)

Gigantimaxing had a similar problem. Requiring too specific of an environment/situation for him to Gigantimax unintentionally. They're not in/from the Galar region, so they don't have access the things needed to Gigantimax.. and since Grimace isn't from Galar, I thought it would stand to reason that he wouldn't have the gigantimax genes..(do only galar region pokemon have the genes..?)

And even if they were in Galar and Grimace had the genes, Gloria would be a roadblock.

If they found like.. a gigantimax den.? She would surly sense the powerful aura and be sketched out. Thus steering the group away. And since Gloria has never steered them wrong before.. no body would disobey her.

It kind'a sucks that I cant find a way for these two scenarios to work out! 😭 I had a lot of fun imagining Grimace mega evolving in a panic to protect the group and then needing Sylvester to talk him down. But needing a megastone, and a keystone..? And somehow having Gloria not get sussed out by the stones powerful aura and not taking it away from Grimace just seems pretty far fetched. Darn you Gloria for being so observant and caring for your friends. 😔

I'm open to ideas of how I can make either idea less specific and more possible though.. 👀👀

As for your last ask, I'd like to say that thankfully none of them snore <XD it would be pretty hard to stay hidden in the forest if you snore!

[lilac-den]

Just play the game, and oh, the fact I keep smiling of how my mc looks happy and dang, dang, dang!!!! The moment tragic unfolds—— Thank you for making me cry, author, 😭💕

Anyway, here's a few suggestions:

Eyes selection

I think maybe there could be a main selection and subselection? Like after choosing brown, we have:

Light brown

Brown

Dark brown

to continue choosing the colors. And can we have more abnormal colors like ruby, garnet, amethyst etc.? Think it would be great to have some unusual eyes colors

Stats

If you don't mind, can the stats each have a 10%-30% for us to choose at the beginning? Since mc is pretty steong, I imagine they are still strong, wth the only reason is because they're in a new body and their soul are still trying to connect with it, so that their strengths won't recover immediately. But, it might be cool if there are pre-existing stats on the start.

That's all from me, overall, I really enjoy the game!!! Can't wait for season 2 OMG!!! The way you just casually drop bomb made me shriek😂 😂!!

Bye👋! And have a nice day!

HAHAHHAHAHAA - YESSSS, LET THE TRAGEDY AND ANGSTS CONSUME YOU!!!

In response to your suggestions:

Please do not worry - I do want to add the eye options. 🤣 I just have yet to place them in because of circumstances.

But I do find it interesting with the main and sub selections with the colours. However, I imagine it would be annoying because that would mean more 'page animating' for readers - and I imagine that would be a bit of an annoyance for those who are quick-reading or bum-rushing the customization point of the stories! But I will try my best to give diverse eye colour options (All of them natural 👀 something that made MC stand out a lot in both worlds)

In regards to the stats - it's what the carriage thing is about, actually, to increase the base stats. There'll be more opportunities to improve your skills and have your body finally catch up with your potential. I did think about letting MC have a pre-existing stat, but I also want to give MC that fresh start. (Plus, I think I tend to be generous with the stats without thinking so XD)

But thank you so much for the suggestions, Anon! :D I'm really happy to hear a lot of them - I prefer having people doing so rather than demand this or that. ^^" Had a bit of a rough experience with that.

Thank you so much for your ask, anon! X3 And also your shrieking excitement XD LOL

[b00kwyrm7]

In lieu of an Ao3 comment

(since I don't have an account yet hhhhh) I'm doing a tumblr review of an incomplete fic from a series I adore very much! Why? Partly in honour of the fact that the adrenaline rush I got when I saw the update was so intense it shocked me into staying awake and attentive through my entire chemistry class 🙏🙏 also this has become my comfort series lately. It was so difficult to keep a straight face, the angst-lover in me was so gleeful.

Now, onward!

Fandom: FFXIV, spoilers for Shadowbringers

Authors: the amazing @azems-familiar and @sunderedazem

HE CUT HIMSELF OFF FROM THE LIFESTREAM?? Emet-Selch were you just planning to float in the Rift forever-

Hhh after everything he still trusts the Exarch and the Warriors TOT

:OOOOO Elidibus!!

Literally had to put a screenshot cause. I love this so much. Sliding this scene into the bookshelf in my soul. No words only cry. There's just something about Elidibus being so gentle, and his last traces of memory.

Of course he regrets ascending Fandaniel because of his opinions on THEATRE you fussy old man. This made me giggle though

URGH FANDANIEL WHY

Oh...the first place he thinks of to get help from is the tower...without even thinking... TOT

(remembers AN at the start saying this takes place after 5.3) (reads Emet-Selch going up the stairs) OH. OHHH. YESS

This scene is just. So well-written. I almost started kicking my legs with delight in class. *slots this scene into my bookshelf*

The way he's slowly dying but his grief just numbs out everything else until it's sundown before he begins to move again

A KISS!! A PROMISE!! WAUGH

A walk in the rain with a stab wound this poor man

Elidibus had the right idea (let👏him👏rest) but sadly plot needs must be fueled

;-;

Chapter 2!!

(and in comes the authors with the steel chair) TATTOO!!! YES!!!

Omg Corrain knows about Emet-Selch's Darkness-aligned aether 👀 it's so cool how he's modifying his healing magic for it

I suspect Emet-Selch is barely processing what he's seeing at this point (understandably)

TOT G'raha supports him and he just lets go (he's safe, he's among his trusted, his loves ;-;)

Just the way small intimacies are written in this series just makes me want to incorporate it into my own style so badly

Also Alphinaud and Alisaie being here in the background is such a nice touch

Lelesu is such a steady rock in this storm 🙏🙏🙏 so quick on the uptake too

The image of G'raha crying quietly next to the two ppl he loves once everything is settled is so bittersweet

Lelesuuuu

Hmm G'raha in-game is an all-rounder, but in this AU once his connection to the Tower has been broken, what magics can he do now? Seems like healing is not in the repertoire anymore

PROMISE!!!

The tea. The freaking plays from Voeburt *puts head in hands* HHHHHHHHHH

'delicate art of Ascian wrangling' well said well said

Before this series I never read a fic with two WoLs, but because Corrain and Lelesu have been written so well I actually think it's so much more fitting. Just the way their dynamic works and how it affects their relationship between themselves, with the ✨horrors✨ and with the rest of the Scions? I know FFXIV has the WoL be so solitary (even with the Scions) but just the thought of someone else who truly knows what you've been through on an equal level is so comforting tbh

If you've gotten to the end of this thanks so much holy crap. Idk if I'll do many more of these but if you're a fellow player 🫵 pls read the fic!! And the series!! Its all so wonderful I can't say enough about it XD

[hows-my-handwriting]

Hi, can I ask about astv wings/avian au you've got cooking in your brain? I love to hear the ideas of others who too are consumed by brain rot of constantly generating Atsv aus👀

absolutely! (my midterm is done so now im FREEEEE)

the wings au came to me in a vision while i was procrastinating. i love winged aus because i love looking at birds and im down disastrously bad.

it only exists as an idea right now but it's an idea that everything is normal but humans have evolved with wings (obviously). certain dimensions have certain regulations or punishments with wings. and the general line "learn how to spread your wings" but its a literal metaphor and heagehsgajf

what i have so far:

earth 1610: flight is heavily regulated because of population density and most people don't fly in public. there are certain spaces where people can learn how to fly and then fly freely but it's restricted. therefore: miles hasn't learned to fly, only kinda glide like a chicken. i think he'd have sunbird wings (because of the pun of the sun and the pun of spider eater XD)

earth 42: flight is supposed to be heavily regulated, but literally who the fuck cares. miles g is the prowler and has learned how to fly fast and furious, menace of the skies if you will. he's got falcon wings >:3

earth 65: people can fly whenever they want. the wider streets and ascending landscape allow for people to fly wherever they please and the architecture is built with that in mind. gwen is a free flier and incredibly graceful uwu. i think she'd be a swan or maybe an eagle.

earth 50101: flight is unregulated! people can fly wherever they please, just have to be mindful of each other. A lot of people stick to the streets since traffic laws are more widely acknowledged than air laws. pavitr i think would have kite wings or a minivet for the colors.

earth 138: flight is restricted and heavily enforced. a lot of criminal punishment includes cutting off wings or clipping them. this also applies to underprivileged people and victims of random acts of violence. you will rarely see anyone using their wings as anything other than intimidation. hobie is among the wingless and has built himself a new pair. previously had starling wings. hobie is not immune to my angst hammer and i am swinging-

and i came up with this scenario of miles learning how to fly and taking his second leap of faith and the other three arachnikids are cheering him on and its super cute and i aaaaa ;-;

tldr: fuck the vulture. everyone can fly bitch. you're not special. (jk i love the vulture)

[restinsodaroni]

Hello there!! I just finished reading Forever Friends and HOLY MOLY IT IS AMAZING! It made me giggle and get all excited for the drama/angst! I absolutely ADORE the way you have characterised Sun and Moon!! Plus, having a new victim after Vanny is SO CREATIVE!!! I have to add that Gage is the biggest softie in existence, he just does not want to admit it! XD Anyway!! I wanted to say, I LOVE your fic and I CANNOT WAIT to see where the rest of this story goes! You have done an amazing job writing this and I eagerly await chapter 31! :D

AAAAAA!! ✨ Thank you so much!! I’m happy you are enjoying Forever Friends and how I write Sun and Moon!! I’m glad you like the new glitchtrap victim idea because they are going to be showing up more now 👀 Thank you for reading my fic I appreciate it so much!! 💫 Also yes, Gage is very much in denial about his soft side lol

[dwarveslikeshinythings]

Hey, please scream about Turgon and Elenwë at your earliest convenience.

HI, DO YOU HAVE APPROXIMATELY 200,000 YEARS TO SPARE?

NO? 'THAT'S AN UNREASONABLE AMOUNT OF TIME,' YOU SAY?

FINE, I WILL ATTEMPT TO CONDENSE THIS INTO ONE TUMBLR POST.

TOP 10 HEADCANONS/THOUGHTS ABOUT TURGONxELENWE:

I think their attraction to one another was instant. Literally I headcanon a "spotted across a crowded square in Valimar" meetcute, in which Turgon thinks "WOW THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SMOL WOMAN I HAVE EVER SEEN WITH MY OWN TWO EYEBALLS" and Elenwë is like "check out that stern-faced hottie with a bodyyyy" 👀👀. And of course Turgon is Socially Awkward AF, but luckily Finrod is RIGHT THERE to witness EVERYTHING and plays wingman.

As implied above, the height difference between the two of them is REAL. Turgon loves scooping his little wife up in his arms. Elenwë has never once protested about this.

My headcanon Elenwë is the daughter of a prominent Vanya, so she's very dainty and poised and lovely, but she also loves to laugh and be merry.

Elenwë thinks Turgon's social awkwardness is THE MOST ENDEARING THING and she teases him about it ENDLESSLY, but always with love.

Turgon is Bad At Talking, but he writes THE SWEETEST love letters, which is good, because for awhile they're long-distancing it from Tirion and Valimar.

Turgon is also Very Bad at Asking For What He Wants, always. But fortunately for him, Elenwë is very good at Knowing Exactly What Her Husband Wants, always. (But she will MAKE HIM use his words in order to get it, dammit! XD)

Turgon loves to plan things and sketch out plans for buildings and cities. Elenwë loves to watch him work, and will always come take his quill away from him and drag him from his desk whenever she senses he needs a break.

I think Turgon begins to hear faint whispers from Ulmo from very early on in Valinor, whenever he ventures close to the sea. He confides in Elenwë about it, she tells him it means he's destined by the Valar to do great things. To which he responds that he doesn't wish for greatness, only to have her by his side always. 😭

Turgon was THE HAPPIEST he's ever been in his life during the time Elenwë was pregnant with Idril, and he cried with happiness when his daughter was born with his wife's same golden hair.

Turgon had a lot of angst over the fact that his mother decided to stay behind in Valinor during the flight of the Noldor, and he feared that Elenwë would make a similar choice, not wishing to be parted from her kindred. He was SO RELIEVED when she told him (several times over, because it took a hot second for him to be able to slow his anxious mind down and listen) that under no circumstances would she ever willingly leave him and Idril. 😭😭😭

BONUS: Turgon built Gondolin in tribute to Elenwë. He chose white stone because his wife always wore a gown of white, and his favorite time of day is dawn, when the golden sun crests over the mountains and sparkles against the pristine courtyards. He plants her favorite flowers all over Tumladen, and he spends months carving a statue of her in a very prominent place in the city. Idril knows she can always find him staring at it whenever he's troubled or anxious about something.

ANYWAY, THOSE ARE A FEW UNFILTERED THOUGHTS. I'M GOING TO GO SCREAM INTO A PAPER BAG NOW OVER HOW MUCH I LOVE MY PRECIOUS DOOMED BABIES!

[and if you want a slightly unhinged one-shot, here's a lil Orpheus/Eurydice inspired TurgonxElenwe drabble.]