#destination map

[s0rr3l]

just admiring the view 🐟🥥

Lǐyú - “… and if we eliminate all other possibilities, the secret realm entrance should be here- are you even listening?

Monkey - ‪૮ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ ﻌ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ ა‬

@jeminiikrystal @blackknight-kai @marcu-bug

got the map from the big book of tashi! here is the source of picture

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Ok so I know that I just did a poll for what to focus on but I really just need to get this Drabble out and then I’ll focus so hard on my Eddie Big Bang fic.

Anyway! I’ve been thinking about false positives and how that could correlate in presenting in the omegaverse. Like it’s rare but it can happen.

For example Steve Harrington has been forced to go to the doctors every month to take a hormone test to see if he’s going to present as an omega, beta or an Alpha. His parents desperately want an Alpha and are taking every opportunity they can to ensure Steve will be one. His father, an alpha, is purposely scenting Steve every morning before he goes to school. His mother had taken pills when she was pregnant with him and makes him lunches that have strong testosterone levels. It’s now getting to the point where he’s getting close to being able to predict what he’s going to be and it’s a very stressful time.

So when he goes to the doctor and the test finally comes back positive to him show casing alpha hormones he’s relieved. His parents throw a party to celebrate, and when they realize their efforts worked they return to disappearing on business trips. Leaving for weeks on end. Now, all they have to do it wait for Steve to present, but they already know Steve’s going to be an alpha so it wouldn’t be productive to be home when that happens.

Though their plans sort of back fire and Steve hasn’t presented on time. He’s extremely late while his peers all proudly announce their secondary genders. He’s a little disappointed but knows he doesn’t have long to wait. So he decides to throw a party for his friend Chrissy. Who just presented and is the first Alpha female in Hawkins ever. Even though that’s not what her mother wanted, who purposely did similar things to Chrissy as Steve’s parents did to him. They actually both bonded in the doctors room because of it.

So that’s how the both of them find themselves sitting across from Eddie Munson, who had also recently presented as an Alpha. They wanted to have pot there, Steve really enjoyed getting wasted and stoned at the same time. Chrissy just didn’t care, it was a huge party. So they offer to include Eddie in the celebration, as he just presented and hasn’t really thrown a party.

He declines.

Neither Chrissy or Steve see or talk to him until the party. Chrissy had been so busy that she didn’t notice Steve not feeling to hot. Or the way he stands next to Robin Buckley, an omega from band, and has the best conversation ever. Between feeling the most comfortable he has ever smelt under her smell, and feeling like he just met his long lost friend something shifts. His stomach cramps up, his chest grows sore and he feels over heated.

He has to step away from the party before anyone notices. Steve’s pretty much having a panic attack on the stump hidden in the woods when Eddie finds him. His scent smelt a lot stronger than it had at the picnic table. And now that Steve thinks about it he hasn’t been able to really smell anyone until he started to talk with Robin.

Steve doesn’t want to ruin Chrissy’s party, nearly going into distress about that. He knows she deserves this but his entire body hurts.

Eddie sits next to him and without thinking carefully rubs his shoulders. It’s best that everyone presents with only their family members, but Steve didn’t have anyone and he was scared. He’s lost in a haze and being wrapped in one of the best smells and being lead to a van. He doesn’t know what’s happening but Eddie seems a smidge freaked out as Steve’s body temp keeps raising higher and higher.

They somehow find themselves at the Henderson. Dustin’s mom was a nurse and would know what to do. Immediately Steve is taken care of. Eddie is forced to stay, just in case as he was the only alpha in the house and Claudia may need him.

Steve is pretty much stripped to his boxers, and both Eddie and Claudia think he’s about to present as an Alpha. He’s showing the signs of it up until the middle of the night and something in his body completely shifts. His scent changing from the hickory to a soft sunflower. He watches in real time as Claudia goes from being tensed up from the alpha smell to relaxing from the scent change. Her eyes are beginning to droop as she tries to take care of him.

“Dear I think you have the best scent I have ever smelt in my twenty years of being a nurse.” She admits. She’s changing the care routine, quickly grabbing scents that she things Steve would want. But is quick to realize Steve’s mumbling about two people he smelt at the party. One being Robin, who started all of this.

Claudia doesn’t waste a second and forces Eddie to go get her. An hour passes and Eddie comes back with Robin who is confused as to why she is needed. Unlike Steve she hadn’t smelt Steve and knew he had to be an important to her. But when she walks in the room and takes one small sniff she knows immediately and is quickly wrapped around Steve before Claudia can stop her.

It’s not uncommon for omegas to bond with each other, what is uncommon is for how hard Steve and Robin bond. Steve is quick to toss on a tank top, not wanting Robin to have to curl next to him shirtless. He’s already feeling himself calm down.

Then comes Eddie. Who pops his head in to say he might have it go. Before he can he gets a whiff of Steve and is quickly red in the face and stumbling over his words. He’s not allowed to stay, as he was an alpha. So instead he gives Steve his battle vest without a second thought and dips.

The presenting process goes a lot smoother after that. Steve is clearly an omega and has a lot to figure out. But for now, he’s happy with Robin, Claudia and even bonding with Dustin. Claudia’s son, who hasn’t had another omega in the household in a long time. Steve accidentally claims him as a pup in the process but Claudia doesn’t mind.

[thistransient]

Day trip to Keelung

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[hannahs-quirky-moments]

hodophile 🧳

(n.) one who loves to travel

[frot-vember]

The reason why I think Lash is the best-feeling hero in Deadlock is because he’s the one that most leans into the unique characteristics of the map. Deadlock is rare among shooters and unheard of among MOBAS for how vertical its map is and how much you can benefit from using the y axis in your tactics, and Lash is obviously 100% based around taking advantage of the possibilities that creates. His abilities themselves aren’t anything that mind blowing in a vacuum (aoe slam, grapple, throw) but when you put em in a really vertical space and combine them with such an extensive and well tuned movement system you get an insanely fun and unique hero

[thegreatyin]

:)

[brandinotbroke]

the worst thing is that i have so many ideas for custom hoods and vacation destinations but i absolutely suck at building and decorating neighbourhoods

[downfalldestiny]

Paradise 🏞️ !.

[her-penetrating-soul]

"The world has a soul, and whoever understands that soul can also understand the language of many things."

~Paulo Coelho

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

What we know so far:

One sided arrow of unrequited love Double sided arrow of requited love Dashed line of evil

[aestheticitii]

concept: kid lucina with grima, but a grima who IS robin—no possessions involved, the closest it gets is to an evil alterego that manifests out of robin's desire to be good and not what her mother fears will be her future

like sample first conversation:

Lucina: "Mommy, mommy! There you are."

Grima, visibly shaken by her appearance and having flashbacks: "You're mistaken, child. I am not your mother. I am the fell dragon who bears her likeness."

Lucina: "Likeness? Oh, like Morgan and Marc! You're her sister! I get it now."

Grima: "That's not it. I am your mother—"

Lucina: "So I was right! I knew it—of course, I know what you look like, Mommy. But why am I not a dragon if you are?"

(she is, but i headcanon the bloodlines did a number on her ability to transform)

Grima: "...Ask your father."

Lucina: "Daddy said to ask you."

Grima: *incoherent curses* "Really, Chrom?"

basically, saying no to a kid lucina is extremely hard and she fulfills a similar role to regular m!morgan. but since lucina isn't quite aware of what's going on, she drags grima everywhere—she just thinks mommy and daddy are having a big fight, like how one of her friend's parents did

it comes to the point where grima no longer throws venom at older lucina nor does she engage with her, because the memories of when they were happier far overpower what she vaguely remembers of their past feud

it freaks lucina out deeply

(she also ends up talking to chrom about it, because it feels so wrong for this to be happening, because this monster ruined her world and took away everything she loved

but now there's visible confirmation that her robin-ness is taking the wheel and the kids aren't nearly as unified on that front as the shepherds.)

why, you might wondering, is that the case? i'm glad you asked because i will tell you very happily

so feh posits the idea that grima is equal parts man hater and equal parts chrom lover.

her lvl40 confession has her dare the summoner to find someone who would accept her, warts and all, and in a few of her lines, she references the idea that she wants to be accepted

then comes the halloween tt+ with s!chrom and h!grima. grima is clearly haunted by her successful murder attempt of her husband, while chrom, whose first appearance has him beg robin to escape and to keep herself safe, is interested in being her friend, claiming that she's robin, so long as a part of her lingers

here is where it slips into headcanon territory, BUT i think that it makes sense for bad future timeline!robin to be more grumpy and angry than her canon timeline counterpart. our robin has no memories of any traumatic events, save maybe physical ones that bleed into her actions.

she's a blank slate and she's molded entirely by her gratefulness to chrom and to the shepherds, rather than any separate life experiences.

but bad future timeline robin likely grew up in hiding, being fearful of the constant threat of turning into grima, and likely resented the grimleal for ruining her chance at an idyllic childhood. she might've been more cynical, balancing out to be more neutral after emmeryn's death

anyway, the point is, robin's lack of memories and lack of lack of a chrom compels her to reject grima. but bad future timeline's doesn't have those things.

older lucina has a lot of baggage associated with her, because she tries to kill grima, while chrom is associated most strongly with his death.

and for a grima who is robin, just all the worst amplified (assuming they're the same entity), nothing is going to be more important than the happy times she had

aka shepherds and chrom and when lucina was younger

she might not warm up to her baby right away, but it will happen.

[deus-ex-mona]

s. s ave me, meoto…

[glamphantasm]

OMxWhumptober 17

Hey baby angel! You're up. No. No. I'm sorry. You're not safe either.

The Devildom’s wilderness was an ancient thing, and Luke was not.

His feet ached, his cloak was too thin for the biting cold, and the sky stretched above him like a bruise. Everything here was either dead or pretending to be. The gnarled trees were broken spines, their shadows sharp and deliberate. They leaned in, creaking against the wind, and Luke could swear they were whispering secrets he was too small to understand.

He was too small for this place. He knew it in the way the wilderness stretched and groaned and how his breath came in tight, frightened gasps that made the air colder. He clutched the map – a crumpled, ruined thing – tighter in his fingers, and each time the wind caught it, he feared it might tear for good.

But it didn’t matter. Simeon was somewhere out there, and Luke had followed the map this far. He had to follow it the rest of the way.

The valley ahead dropped steep and sudden, like the earth had given up trying to hold itself together. Black stone ruins lay at the bottom, tangled in vines, as if the land itself was trying to pull them deeper, to bury whatever was left of the old bones beneath the surface. Luke’s hands shook as he wiped the sweat from his brow. The wind was too cold for sweat, but the fear crawling up his spine made his body forget what temperature even was.

No turning back. That was the deal he’d made with himself. The angels didn’t turn back, not when there was someone to save.

“Simeon,” Luke whispered, the name small and hopeful in the face of the devouring silence. His breath shivered into the air, and the silence ate that too.

He didn’t want to look at the ruined map again, didn’t want to see how it had failed him, but he pulled it from his pocket anyway. It had always been his hope, this scrap of parchment with its ink lines bleeding into nothing. Now it was less a guide and more a reminder: you came here for him. You don’t get to leave without him.

The path down was treacherous. The stones felt more like teeth than ground, and Luke stumbled often. His legs weren’t long enough to clear the uneven rocks, but he caught himself before he fell too far. Every time he regained his footing, he thought of Simeon – of how he never stumbled, never faltered. Luke swallowed hard, wiping at his damp eyes with the heel of his hand.

He wasn’t crying. He wasn’t.

The air smelled like wet dirt and old rot. The ruins ahead were getting closer, and with every step, he felt the cold gnawing deeper into his bones. The ruin looked like it had been asleep for centuries, but there was something waking up beneath its surface. He felt it. He didn’t want to.

Luke stood at the entrance, breathing hard, his heart skipping like a stone across a pond. His feet felt glued to the ground, and he tried to tell himself it wasn’t fear keeping him rooted in place. That wasn’t the angelic thing to do.

“I can do this,” he whispered, because when Simeon said it, it sounded true. When Luke said it, it was smaller, but still... still something.

The door loomed over him, black stone and vines twisted together in some kind of silent accord, a doorway that had forgotten how to open properly. Luke squeezed through a gap in the stone, his cloak catching on the vines, and for a moment, the dark interior swallowed him whole.

Inside, the ruin was a living thing. The walls breathed damp and heavy, and the ground shifted as if deciding where it wanted Luke to step. He pressed forward, his small fingers trailing along the slick, cold walls, hoping the map was leading him right – if the map was still leading him at all. He was scared to look.

The corridors twisted like ribs bent out of shape, each turn more confusing than the last. The silence was the worst part. It wasn’t natural. Silence was supposed to be soft, like Simeon’s quiet prayers once were. But here, it was sharp-edged, cutting into Luke’s soft skin with every step.

He found the altar in the center of a vast, crumbling chamber. Pale light trickled in from somewhere far above, falling through gaps in the ceiling like it had forgotten where it was supposed to go. The altar was a mess of broken stone and vines, but at the center was a scrap of paper, fluttering weakly in the stale air.

Luke’s heart thudded hard against his ribs. Another piece of the map. Or maybe a new one, leading to a place that didn’t feel like the inside of a grave.

He reached for it, fingers trembling. As soon as his hand closed around the paper, a sound reverberated through the chamber – like the bones of the ruin were shifting. The stone door slammed shut with a force that sent Luke stumbling back, eyes wide, his heart hammering in his chest.

It was a trap. He knew it. The ruin had let him in, but it had no intention of letting him back out.

Luke’s breath hitched, panic swelling in his chest like a tide threatening to drown him. He ran to the door, yanking on the handle, but it didn’t even rattle. The air grew thicker, colder, pressing in on him from all sides.

“No, no, no!” His small fists pounded on the door, but it wouldn’t budge. It felt like hitting a mountain, and all it did was echo his desperation back to him. “Someone, please...”

But no one was coming.

Luke slid to the floor, knees pulled tight to his chest. He didn’t bother wiping the tears now. They came hot and fast, mixing with the sweat on his skin, his breath coming in shallow, panicked gasps. He was too small, too alone for a place like this. Too young to feel this old, this broken.

His hands found the crumpled map again. He could barely see it through the tears, the ink lines smeared beyond recognition. A useless thing. A promise broken. He let it fall from his fingers, watching it flutter down to the cold stone, like it had finally given up too.

“I can’t do this,” he whispered, voice trembling. “Simeon... I can’t.”

A sound – a whisper, softer than the wind but unmistakable in the silence. Luke’s head jerked up, his breath catching in his throat.

“Luke...”

His heart surged, the tears blurring his vision. That voice – he’d know it anywhere.

“Simeon?” Luke scrambled to his feet, stumbling as he ran toward the sound. “Simeon! I – I knew you were here!”

But when he reached the far corner of the chamber, Simeon wasn’t there. Not really.

The figure standing in the shadows looked like him. Tall, graceful, glowing faintly in the pale light. But his face... his face was wrong. Blank, as though someone had erased the parts that made him Simeon. His eyes were vacant, hollow.

Luke’s breath caught. “Simeon?”

The figure didn’t move. The light that clung to him flickered like a dying candle.

“Simeon?” Luke took a step forward, his small hand reaching out, but his voice was barely a whisper. “Please...”

The figure turned slowly, as if the act itself was a great weight. When it spoke, the voice was Simeon’s, but distant, stretched thin.

“You shouldn’t have come here, Luke.”

Luke’s heart cracked. His hand fell back to his side. “I had to,” he whispered. “You were gone. I couldn’t – I couldn’t leave you.”

The figure’s eyes, or what remained of them, flickered with something that might have been sorrow. His body wavered, fading in and out of the light. “I’m already lost.”

“No!” Luke’s voice broke, his small fists clenching at his sides. “No, we can go back! We can fix this. Simeon, please, we can – ”

But the figure’s hand lifted, brushing against Luke’s cheek. The touch was ice, colder than the air around them, colder than anything Luke had ever known. He shuddered, his breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps.

“It’s too late.”

Luke’s chest heaved with sobs, his whole body trembling. “I – I won’t leave you. I can’t...”

But Simeon’s form was already fading, dissolving into the cold, oppressive shadows of the ruin. His last words were like a soft echo, the final whisper of a dying wind.

“We had a good run, Luke.”

And then he was gone.

Luke stood alone in the center of the crumbling ruin, the last flicker of Simeon’s presence already slipping through his fingers like sand. The shadows pressed in closer now, tighter, until he couldn’t tell where the cold ended and he began. His legs trembled, and for a moment, the ground felt like it might swallow him whole – like the earth was waiting for him to give in, to fall.

But he didn’t.

He took a step, and then another, his feet moving even though his heart felt like it had shattered into a thousand pieces. The air around him thickened, dark and hungry, and the path forward blurred into nothing. The ruined map lay forgotten at his feet, its purpose as lost as everything else. Luke wiped his face with a shaky hand, not sure if it was sweat or tears, not sure if it even mattered anymore.

There was no light to guide him, no voice to follow.

But as he took another step into the darkness, something – some faint thread of warmth, or memory, or hope – whispered at the edges of his thoughts. Maybe it was just the wind. Maybe it wasn’t.

Either way, Luke didn’t stop walking.

The shadows shifted behind him.

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