#exploring the land of ooo

[gunterfan1992]

“Exploring the Land of Ooo”

Just another friendly reminder that the revised and updated version of Exploring the Land of Ooo can be pre-ordered through the University Press of Mississippi’s website! You all don’t know how excited I am for this book to come out!

What Are Folks Saying about the Book?

“As thorough and comprehensive an account of Adventure Time as one could possibly hope for. I’m grateful for and flattered by all the care that Paul A. Thomas put into this work.” —Tom Herpich (Writer/Storyboard Artist)

“Fascinating revelations from the world’s foremost scholar of Ooo.” —Casey James Basichis (Composer)

“Pen Ward’s Adventure Time is just the sort of bellwether series that deserves the thorough and thoughtful historical accounting Thomas has given us here. I love it (but I still freaking hate Trudy).” —Eric Homan (Associate Producer)

“Exploring the Land of Ooo is a wonderful book offering an extremely engaging and thorough production history of the popular show Adventure Time.” —Paul Booth (Professor of Media and Cinema Studies, DePaul University)

[sillybond]

Happy to say that I finally have the whole collection by the amazing @gunterfan1992!!!

"Exploring te land of Ooo" arrived a few days ago and I'm having a blast with it. Super in depth content and analysis with original AT storyboard artists, producers etc. Don't forget to check out his Tumblr and give him a follow, he really deserves it :)!!

[maiiuelle]

Now I'm picturing the opposite: Mermaid!reader bringing jj something she thinks is really valuable but is kind of worthless. but jj sees how excited and hopeful she is so he pretends it's valuable and carries it around in his pocket all the time so she'll see that he likes it. and then with time it ends up being one of his favourite things he owns because it reminds him of her 🙊

ooo i love thiss!! opposite of this ask :)

jj is relaxing on the warm sand after a long day of surfing, watching you run around the beach in search of shells to bring home as a souvenir. since leaving the sea, your obsession with exploring has only grown, especially with so many new things to find on land.

it’s not long until you’re running back over to him with something tucked safely in your fist. “jayj! i got somethin’ for youu.” you drop to your knees beside where he’s sitting, your hand hidden behind your back.

“oh yeah? lemme see.”

you pull out a handful of sand and seashells, but you carefully pick out a shard of green sea glass, dull at the edges and translucent from tumbling around in the surf. you’re practically shaking you’re so excited, eyes locked on his face in anticipation for his reaction.

as always, his face lights up. truthfully, he doesn’t care what you bring him, just the fact that you want to give him anything is enough to melt his heart. “oh wow, look at that!” he holds his calloused hand out for you to drop it into his palm so he can take a closer look.

“you like it?” you smile, putting it in his hand while you shove the rest of the shells back into your pocket.

“uh, yeah! ‘course i do, cupcake.” jj slips it into the pocket of his cargo shorts where it stays from then on. he pulls it out if he needs a reminder of you, which is really any time you’re apart. it’s mostly just that he likes you so much, but there’s always a twinge of anxiety about something happening to you. you’re curious, but really oblivious — if you got yourself into trouble, or if someone discovered your secret, he doesn’t know what he’d do. the way his thumb glides over the smooth glass grounds him, helping him at least calm down until he sees you again.

jj loves it so much he ends up drilling a little hole in it, tying a thin black string through it to hang it around his neck so it doesn’t get lost. you honestly forgot all about it until he shows up wearing it, and you just about fall in love all over again <3

[rabbit-head-007]

Adventure time roleswap au featuring Betty and Bonnibel exploring what remains of Ooo after the Great Mushroom War flooded the land

[star-centric]

Ooo somewhat angsty request: when would be the first time MC saw each of the obey me brothers cry, and what's the best way to support them in that situation?

PAIRINGS: Obey Me Brothers x Gender Neutral!Reader

NOTE: *rubs hands together menacingly* I’ve been waiting for this one 😈 I definitely see myself exploring this idea again in the future (or even redoing this, idk yet tho 👀)

CW: angst (but not soul crushing), all of the guys are very vulnerable in this, gender neutral reader, minor spoilers for the first game (don’t worry, it’s not about *that* scene), no NB spoilers since I’m behind in the game </3

When you see LUCIFER cry for the first time, it was late at night, where he believed that he was the only soul awake in the house- until you poked your head in the study, concern etched on your face.

He had one of his cursed records playing, the gentle music softly filling the air as he poured another glass of Demonus, gloves long forgotten. The simple smile he wore on his face only was a mask of what he was feeling.

He looked so…tired. So defeated.

“I try to give my brothers a good life- a life not only reminiscent of the one they lost from before, but a life even better than that. A life that they deserve.” He began, finger toying with the rim of his glass. “But I failed.”

You remained quiet as Lucifer let out a bitter laugh, “I failed- I let all of them down. I let down my brothers, I let down Lord Diavolo, I let down Michael, I let down my Father- all of them. I‘ve became a disappointment in the Celestial Realm, and I’m continuing to do so even now in the Devildom.”

You’ve never seen Lucifer so vulnerable before- you’ve always seen him act so unbothered, his pride refusing to let him reveal too much. He’s always been the one to lead, the one his family would go to for anything, the one that would sacrifice himself without a moment’s hesitation. He was the glue holding everything together, but everything wears thin with time.

He picked up the glass, swirling it around before setting back down with a harsh thud, sighing.

“I’ve let you all down. And that in and of itself is unforgivable-“

Lucifer flinched when he felt your hand on his cheek, thumb gently wiping under his eye. He was confused for a moment before he felt something wet trail down his other cheek. He wiped at it only to notice his vision getting a bit blurry-

How long has it been since he cried?

A few of his tear drops landed on his documents below, yet as he glanced up at you, you didn’t say a word. You didn’t point out how unguarded he was being, you didn’t interrupt him- you merely listened and wiped away his tears with a gentle smile lining your cheeks.

Lucifer couldn’t stop his tears after that, and he found himself grasping onto you as they continued.

When you see MAMMON cry for the first time, it’s in your room.

He was avoiding everyone today including you, and while it left you worried, you gave him some space. When you got back to your room, you noticed the door ajar- and when you opened it fully, you noticed a figure curled into your bed, a mop of messy white hair poking out from your blankets. You peeked over to see if he was asleep-

You didn’t have time to react as he grabbed and pulled you down to him.

Mammon buried his head into the crook of your neck and tightened his arms around you, hiding his face completely.

You wanted to ask what was wrong- what he was going through, for him to talk to you- but no words needed to be exchanged as he shook in your grasp, feeling your shirt getting damp. You didn’t have it in you to ask anymore.

All you did was comb your fingers through his locks as he quietly sobbed.

You’re not sure how long you stayed there, curled up against one another, but he eventually went still, soft snores passing through his lips.

It didn’t matter what the issue was- whether it was just a bad day or worse- you would always be there for him.

When you see LEVIATHAN cry for the first time, it’s in the privacy of his room.

You were binge-watching a new anime, one that had you both invested. It was about an immortal finding love after centuries- you were surprised Levi wanted to finish watching it after discovering it was a romance, but you were glad nonetheless (even if he couldn’t hide his flushed face).

You were nearing the end of the series when you heard sniffling.

You glanced to see Levi with tears building up in his eyes, threatening to fall.

You tried to look away but he already caught you staring.

The tips of his ears were burning red as he flinched, “Don’t- don’t look at me MC!”

“Levi, you know there’s nothing wrong with crying right?”

“Sti-Still! It’s embarrassing!”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about! It’s sad, it’s emotional-“ you explained. “If it makes you feel better, I kinda want to cry too.” Which wasn’t a lie- your eyes were starting to sting a little. You knew how the outcome was going to be for the main characters, but it still felt like a gut punch to see.

You didn’t want to overwhelm Levi, so you gently linked your pinkie with his. You were happy that he didn’t flinch away from you this time.

“Just know that you’re not alone, okay?”

Levi shyly nodded his head, and you felt him slightly squeeze your pinkie. He knew that he wasn’t, but that wasn’t what got him emotional.

What got him emotional was seeing the immortal, holding their elderly lover in his arms as they passed on. The lover aged as time passed, but the immortal stayed the same- except they were alone again like how they were centuries ago.

No matter how many happy moments the characters had in the show together, it was bound to end in tragedy.

And it brought Levi back to reality.

Back to the reality that he would eventually lose you in the same way.

When you see SATAN cry for the first time, it was in his demon form.

You’ve seen him before like this after he lashed out in the past, spiky tail whipping furiously behind him, green eyes showing nothing but fury. You know that he tries to keep his anger under control, but it still got the best of him at times.

But you didn’t see any anger this time.

You only saw anguish.

There Satan was, kneeled on the ground with tears welling up in his eyes with ripped and scattered objects tossed around the room, a result of destructive rage from before.

“I’ll never been seen for myself, will I?”

Satan’s eyes stayed on the ground, never meeting your own. “I’ll only ever be seen as my sin, as an extension of my older brother- never as myself.”

He shoulders trembled as he let out a bitter laugh that filled the room.

“I know I shouldn’t expect anything different. I should be used to it by now, but- why does it still bother me?”

His smile did nothing to hide his pain, crystal tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Why does it still hurt MC?”

You joined him on the floor and pulled him in your arms, holding onto him as he broke down.

When you see ASMODEUS cry for the first time, you thought it was a ploy at first.

You’ve seen Asmo bring tears to his eyes on a whim when he’s trying to get his way or be dramatic, so to see the same thing happen now wasn’t anything new. You were painting each others nails when you asked him if he’s ever been in love before-

“Of course MC! I love all of my fans dearly and they love me-“

“No, not that kind of love. Like true love- has someone ever told you they love you genuinely?”

“Hm, I don’t…”

When you saw the dejected look in his eyes, you became aware that it wasn’t a ploy at all.

You didn’t look up when he went quiet, concentrating on finishing the final coat on his nails. It wasn’t until you saw something wet drip onto his hand that made you glance up, seeing a single tear roll down his cheek with a forced smile.

“…I don’t know.” He choked out.

Asmo always soaked in the admiration from his fans- but that’s all it was, admiration. They loved the Asmo that they saw in the Fall, the Asmo that they saw on Devilgram- they loved the Asmo that they saw, but did they really know him enough to say they truly love him?

Did they love the Asmo you see or Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust?

“People love me and I love my fans, but why does it still feel so empty?” The smile on his face that he was so used to flashing soon fell, more tears steadily rolling down his flushed cheeks.

Despite what his sin is, Asmo did believe in true love. He believed that one day he found find someone to pour his heart and soul into and get the same in return. Even after he fell and lost his beautiful wings, he still held on to his wish of finding that person.

He started to imagine that person was you.

But he was scared that you didn’t picture him that way. That you only saw him as the Avatar of Lust.

For once, Asmo felt insecure, and he could do nothing but soak in the warmth he was afraid of losing as you held him sobbing.

When you saw BEELZEBUB cry for the first time, it catches you off guard.

You only went to grab some water, waking up and walking to the kitchen in your dazed state.

It wasn’t a surprise to see Beel there with a meal- but it was a surprise to see him wiping away tears, food untouched.

Any sleepiness washed away when you rushed to him, already by his side, asking him what’s wrong.

“I had another nightmare.” He sniffled, refusing to make eye contact with his body tense. “About Lilith.”

Your breath hitched- Beel told you once about his nightmares, but never what it was about. You only assumed how horrible it was from the faraway look he had in his eyes. It never crossed your mind that it was about his sister-

“I saw her MC- it’s always the same,” Beel balled up his fists, baring his fangs. “I’m always too late to save her- why couldn’t I save her?!”

He was no longer hiding his frustration or tears, which were freely rolling down his cheeks. All you could do was listen as he tried his best not to break down under the kitchen lights.

“You protected her, Beel.” You softly spoke, reaching to hold his hand. “You all did more than enough to protect her, and I know that she doesn’t blame you.” You lightly squeezed his hand, ��She knows that it’s not your fault. None of it was.”

You’re not sure how long you sat there holding Beel, sobbing out broken apologies to his dear sister who would never hear them.

When you see BELPHEGOR cry for the first time, it was in his sleep.

You spent the night in the twins room, bundled up next to him as you were beginning to doze off. Belphie clung on to you, mumbling something incoherent as he slept. But before you could get lost in your dreams, you felt his grip growing tighter around you.

You brushed off the minor discomfort, only turning to then hear something that truly woke you up-

Belphie whimpering.

You blinked away any sleepiness, turning to see his face twisted in pain, fresh tear staining his cheeks. His hands were clenching onto you tight, whimpering soon turning into a chorus of “no” and “please”.

You shook him awake before he could continue, hair stuck to his forehead as his eyes shot open, panting. He scanned the room before landing on you, pulling you closer into him, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. No doubt he had a nightmare.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Belphie took a long pause. “…Everyone hated and blamed me for everything, for all of our problems. You all forced me to leave, and I was casted out of my home- again.”

You did nothing but soothe him as you felt him tremble again, your neck becoming damp as he started to quietly sob. “You know that won’t ever happen Belphie-“

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Just- stay with me…please?”

“Of course.”

You felt his tail wrap around your waist as he sobbed out a thank you. You combed your fingers through his locks, lulling him back to sleep- hopefully to better dreams.

[adventure-time-news]

IGN reports that the new Adventure Time comic is set post-finale

According to the article: "The series is set after the animated series finale, continuing the misadventures of Finn and Jake in the land of Ooo."

Assuming this is true, it's not clear how far in the future the series will be set. Some recent Derek Ballard art of Jake appeared to depict him as being older than he is in the show, although this could just be a stylistic choice. The comics have briefly explored this time period before; Ted Anderson's Season 11 and Olivia Olson's Marcy & Simon were both set immediately post-finale.

There is no indication of the future setting on any of the cover art, and Finn is not depicted with his missing arm, but it is quite common for cover art to have nothing to do with the story within.

The first issue of Adventure Time (2025) is set to release on the 9th of April.

[finedinereception]

some details on what im tentatively calling wizard married au- in which betty is here from the start and happily magic married to her equally deranged husband.

past

like canon, betty flees when simon first wears the crown. however, there is no portal to the future this time. she finds somewhere else to stay, and during that time, she begins researching. she can tell that wasnt normal. surely if it had just been simon, he would have shown some symptoms of whatever that breakdown was. it had to have been the crown.

she pours herself into her research. it saves her life, because a few weeks later the bombs drop.

she uses her research to attain magic powers, a la magic betty. like simon, she obtains immortality. however, she loses her sanity the more she uses her magic.

a while after the bombs, she finally meets simon again. by this time hes picked up a travel buddy- marceline. the two of them are relieved and happy to see each other.

the apocalypse ironically saves their relationship.

turns out knowing you and your man are going insane and losing your memories is a pretty sobering, emotional thing to really grasp. it ends up breaking the wall between them, and theyre finally, finally able to begin sorting out the issues in their relationship.

this is an important moment between them. even when they fully lose themselves, it becomes the basis of their future relationship. betty starts doing things for herself, and simon starts paying more attention so he can stop her if she starts focusing too much on him again.

its never easy, but for a while, they get a sort of peace. a surprise family at the end of the world.

simon loses it first. during the night, when marceline is asleep, he tells betty that he has to go. hes held on longer than canon simon thanks to betty being around, but hes finally slipping, and hes worried hes going to hurt marcy. sure, betty could protect her… but shed be expending her own mind if she did so. betty knew this was coming, and they agree.

simon leaves before marcy wakes up, taking nothing but a scrapbook hed been keeping from before the bombs, and the clothes on his back. they should have waited- its something theyll regret in the far, far future. he should have said goodbye. but they didnt think they had the willpower to go through with it if they heard her begging. at the very least, betty is there to offer support.

betty continues to hang out for several more years. she gets to see marceline grow up. marcy can see with every spell that betty is becoming more reckless, more eccentric, more distant.

betty finally loses herself protecting marceline during a vampire hunt. she holds on just long enough to get herself away from marcy.

and she begins to travel. until one day, she finds herself inexplicably drawn to a land of ice.

they dont remember who simon and betty are. all they know is that hes ice king and shes magic queen and they love each other.

Betty Grof/Magic Queen

basically the “main character” of this au lol

she begins using the name “magic princess” when she can no longer remember her old one. it feels right to her. she changes to queen when she and ice king get hitched. she doesnt use the name “ice queen” because she no longer pins her identity to just simon. shes got her own stuff going on. hes part of her life, but not her entire life.

magic queens not around the ice kingdom as often as ice king. she likes to explore and travel! a huge amount of the books on ruins, dungeons, and artifacts were penned by her, from hands on research. shes well known around ooo as somebody who can be dangerous, but is also a very reliable source of information.

shes more “grounded” than ice king. she doesnt remember anything from before the war, or for a while after it. as far as she knows she just spawned on ooo ready to dungeon dive. still, shes better at retaining information, and can read a room better. shes still pretty eccentric, though, and likes showing off.

magic queen was the one who beat the shit out of ash and got his magic carpet. she doesnt remember marcy, but like ice king, finds herself inexplicably drawn to her. so when ash hurts her, it puts him on her shit list.

speaking of, she can hold a grudge. she ends up cursing finn for a while because he beat up ice king based on a misunderstanding.

shes the one who had the idea for a giant library in the ice kingdom. ice king helped with the room layout, and she collected the books.

magic queens doing a lot better mentally than canon betty was. her relationship with ice king has become way more healthy and balanced. shes happily married. she has 53 penguin children. shes been able to chase her dreams, and her work is acclaimed and respected.

shes still a creecher tho. girl is skittering through those dungeons. does a backflip and shoots fireworks into your eyes. she is very bold and loves doing crazy things just to see what happens.

gets her own “i remember you” episode where she takes marcy dungeon diving.

ice king/simon petrikov

stay at home husband now lmfao

but fr. he fully supports magic queen, but hes a pretty forgetful and clumsy guy, so they both agree that he probably shouldnt be dungeon diving with her.

he keeps things stable at home. takes care of the penguins and writes fanfic and plays music in his free time. hes come to really enjoy creative pursuits, even when hes not particularly good at them.

magic queen puts a gun to your head and forces you to read fionna and cake. ice queen (simone) and magic king (benny) if you even care btw.

mq ended up putting a checklist up in the home to make sure ik doesnt forget to take care of himself. eat breakfast you goof

instead of kidnapping princesses, he goes out often to find things mq has mentioned wanting or needing for her research. sometimes he steals them and it gets him in trouble. if hes being a real jerk mq will only step in to take him home. sometimes that man deserved to get his ass whooped.

hes already nicer and more stable to start out with since he has somebody to talk to whos nice to him. people wonder why magic queen sticks around and if you ask her she will get mad. hes funny!!! and sweet!!! also hes canonically caked up.

he wants to be a dad soooo bad. he spoils the penguins.

[asktheoger]

Wo @ Aya: "After getting to explore the land in which you call home as part of your mask festival, one must ask - do you have any favorite stories or legends that you like talking about?"

”Mr. Wo!” Aya exclaimed, running over to the big mossy snail and wrapping him in a hug.

“Stories? Mhm!! My dads have a BUNCH of stories!! Most of them are about these really powerful, strong guys and a prince, but they’re all kinda boring. My favorite ones are about regular Pokemon who do stuff that I do!” The Ogerpon turned to her other friend. “Momo! What about you??? Did your parents tell you any cool stories???”

The Applin didn’t reply. His widened eyes were locked onto Wo, drifting from his shell to his fuzzy body and antenna. “A-A-Ay-A,” Momo sputtered, barely croaking out the Ogerpon’s name from his chattering jaw. “Th-that-that’s-TH-TH-“

“Huh? Who?” Aya’s brows wrinkled in confusion as she looked around. “I don’t see one…wait! Do you mean Mr. Wo?”

“I-is-is that w-what’s t-h-the monster’s n-n-name i-is?” The Applin asked, slowly backing away as he struggled to get his question out.

“Don’t be silly!” Aya frowned gently grabbing one of Momo’s shaking hands. “Mr. Wo’s not a monster! He’s my friend, and he’s really nice!”

“B-bu-but-b,” he sputtered, squeezing her hand tightly. “I-I’ve been-the village-th-the r-r-r-“

“Don’t worry about all that,” Aya gave him a smile. “Just try and say hi to him, please? He’s not scary at all, you’ll see!”

“I-I-,” Momo glanced at Aya over to Wo, then at Aya again. “I….I….,” the Applin squeezed his friend’s hand harder. “H-h-hell-ooo,” Momo croaked out, eyes glued to the floor. “P-please don’t e-eat m-m-me!”

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Featuring Wo from @the-feral-one!

[frogspond200]

𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚗 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜

Requested by: Anon

Ask: Hi!! I was wonder if I could get something Finn the human x reader??? That adult design they have for him, for the new show, I- I have no words for it.

Warning: None

Date: 9/10/23

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You had just arrived in the fantastical land of Ooo, a place unlike any other you had ever seen. As you walked through the Candy Kingdom, taking in the sights of candy people and surreal landscapes, you suddenly bumped into someone. You stumbled back, slightly embarrassed, and looked up to see a young man with a distinctive hat and a friendly smile.

“Hey there! Sorry about that,” he said, extending a hand to help you up. “I’m Finn the Human, and you must be new around here, huh?”

You introduced yourself, feeling an instant connection to this adventurous and warm-hearted hero. As you spent more time together in Ooo, you discovered just how loveable Finn truly was.

Finn was fiercely loyal and protective of those he cared about, and you felt safe and cherished in his presence. He had a boundless enthusiasm for life and was always up for an adventure, whether it was battling monsters, exploring new places, or just enjoying a quiet moment in the forest.

When it came to cuddling, Finn was a natural. He loved to wrap his arms around you, holding you close and making you feel like the most important person in the world. His cuddles were warm and comforting, and he had a way of making you forget all your worries.

As for flirting, Finn was charmingly straightforward. He’d compliment your bravery and intelligence, telling you how amazing he thought you were. He’d often surprise you with small gestures of affection, like picking a bouquet of flowers or sharing his favorite snack. His playful and genuine nature made it easy to fall for him, and you couldn’t help but be drawn to his infectious spirit.

No one could comfort you like Finn when you were feeling down or troubled. With words of encouragement and unwavering support, he listened attentively. It was his presence alone that had a calming effect on you.

Finn, being the sensitive and caring person that he was, did have moments of doubt and concern about how he had ended his relationship with Flame Princess. He knew that he had hurt her deeply, and he felt guilty about it. This experience had taught him the importance of handling relationships with care and consideration.

When he began his relationship with you, he was determined not to make the same mistakes. He communicated openly, listened attentively, and made an effort to understand your feelings and needs. While he might have had some initial worries about the potential for misunderstandings or conflicts, he was committed to making the relationship work and ensuring that both of you felt valued and respected.

[tastydoge]

hiiiiiii I have a fic request :3 How about WX and Wilson exploring the caves, one of them (funnier of the 2 would be WX) dies and has to guide the other through the caves back to the surface, the living one having to use the context clues of a ghost going "OooooOoooOOOOO!!" and quickly moving back and forth in one direction n things like that..

This is totally not based on what literally happened in a DST gaming session between us that ended like 5 minutes ago wdym

Cherry On Top

“Damn it, WX, am I going to the left or the right?!” Shouts a disgruntled Wilson, through the ruckus of seismic rumbling and droplets of rain falling from stalactites.

The floating mass of spectral matter next to him, formally known as the ghost of WX-78, produces a chorus of ghastly noises that equate to a hateful scoff.

“Y-you know I can’t understand you!” Wilson shouts, narrowly avoiding a sharp gem falling from the ceiling. It hits the floor and shatters upon impact.

“OOOO. OOO OO, OOOO OO,” WX-78 says, rather unhelpfully. They slowly float over to a fork in the landscape of narrow trails that make up the cave and begin to follow the left path. Wilson, shaking and side-stepping fallen shards of rocks and nitre, hastily jogs after them. He hoists his backpack up and over his head as a form of protection, briefly hitting himself in the face with his lantern with enough force to start a nosebleed. Of course, he has no time to pay this mind as he jogs to keep up with his companion. Blood drips down his face as he readjusts his grip on the ever-dimming lantern, wary of its low fuel.

“OOO. OO OOOO OO,” WX-78 says once more, beckoning him to follow them through a forest of blue mushrooms.

“Are you sure?” He shouts over the noise of the earthquake. “I remember cutting through the red— Stars and atoms!” He squeaks, flinching away from a Depths Worm that has seemingly sniffed him out and emerged from the damp earth. The beast snaps its jaws on nothing as Wilson sprints away from it, following WX-78’s form.

The earthquake finally ceases just as a sharp piece of flint strikes Wilson’s arm, leaving a weeping gash that forces the lantern from his grasp. It clatters to the ground, the sound reverberating along the walls of the cave. When he picks it back up, the glass on the outside is cracked and splintered, but still in tact.

“OO OOOOO. OO OOOO, OOO,” WX-78 enounces, and despite the language barrier, Wilson can feel the condescension leaking from their unintelligible sentences.

“I. Can't. Understand. You,” Wilson says through his teeth, falling into a walking pace next to the ghost and glancing over his shoulder. He can see the mound of dirt that hides the Depths Worm following him, but if living and dying a thousand times has taught him anything, it’s how to bait and switch anything that wants him dead long enough to make it somewhere safe.

After an uncomfortably slow and long walk through a forest full of spiders (whose nests Wilson disturbs at least seven times), they make it to a grassy clearing that seems like it’ll offer them some peace. Wilson drops his lantern on the ground and pulls a grass suit over his head.

“Time to deal with this thing,” he mumbles, finally taking on the Depths Worm with a crooked, splintering spear.

After he lands his first hit, the glass of the lantern shatters from the reverberation of the Depths Worm retreating into the ground, and he’s left in the dark.

“I can’t— I can’t see!” He shouts, panicked, and narrowly avoids the attack of the Depths Worm based on sound alone. He hears the telltale hissing that only spells doom and closes his eyes, bracing for impact.

Except... it doesn’t come. He opens his eyes to see WX-78 right next to him and sags in relief, realizing that their form radiates just enough light to ward Her off.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, instinctively reaching out to where their shoulder would be but recoiling at the feeling of his hand going through freezing cold nothing. He brushes his hand off on his pants hastily before grinning up at WX-78.

His relief only lasts mere moments as the Depths Worm rears its ugly head once more (literally!) and snaps its jaws two inches from Wilson’s bloody face.

Guided only by the light of WX-78’s ghost, Wilson finally, finally kills the beast. He huffs with his hands on his knees and swallows thickly.

“Good heavens,” he mutters, retrieving grass and twigs from his pocket to quickly create and ignite a torch. As an afterthought, he detaches the glow berry from the carcass beneath him and pockets it. He steps away from WX-78, a headache growing from the back of his skull reminding him that it’s only a matter of time before he loses his mind.

A Terrorbeak on top of everything else would be the cherry on top, really, but he’s not one for sweets in the face of mortal danger.

“Where from here?” He asks, turning to WX-78, only to see them halfway across the grassy plains.

“Hey, wait for me!” He shouts, jogging once again to catch up with them. “I’m the one who’s going to revive you, you know,” he mutters, brushing his dusty shirt off from the whole ideal and adjusting his backpack with his free hand.

The walk back to the staircase is relatively silent save for the ominous whispering bouncing along the cave walls, although Wilson is fairly sure that that part is just in his head.

When the pair finally ascends the stairs, they find it to be evening on the surface. Wilson is immediately swarmed by a colony of Batsilisks, and they spook him into dropping his torch down into the sinkhole. He doesn’t dare watch as it falls down the stairs, bouncing noisily along the way.

The Batsilisks circle around him tauntingly, howling with anger at his mere presence. He can’t focus on one long enough to target it, not with the voices in the back of his mind getting stronger with every passing second.

Wilson doesn’t have a moment more to concentrate before the jaws of a Crawling Horror are forcibly clamped around his midsection, eliciting a pained shout from the man. It lets him go and rears up on its back legs, releasing a menacing growl and preparing to strike again.

“Okay, new plan!” He shouts, and books it away from the sinkhole. He may not have known where he was in the caves, but now that he’s on the surface, it’s easier to remember landmarks in the light of day. Even as the sun sets rapidly, he sprints through thickets of trees and weaves between scarcely spaced ponds as he approaches his destination. Eventually, the Batsilisks lose his scent, although the Crawling Horror stalks him relentlessly. He doesn’t slow down despite WX-78 lagging behind, although he briefly glances back to find that the two are going at the same pace.

The sight of the campsite greets Wilson’s view and he nearly drops to his knees in relief.

“OOO! OOO, OOOO OO!” WX-78 cries from far behind him. Just as he turns around to see what they’re trying to communicate to him, darkness envelops his vision once more. He doesn’t have time to pat his pockets down in time to make another torch, nor does WX-78 have time to reach him before the lady of the night rudely thrusts her hand through his body and up his esophagus. She tears through his vital organs and viscera before retracting her hand the same way it entered, coating the grass in slick blood and chunks of flesh.

Wilson flops to his knees uselessly just as WX-78 reaches him. He hoists himself to his knees on his palms, wobbling for a second before looking up at them. Red veins speckle his vision.

He pats down his pockets to pull out the glow berry. He shoves as much of it into his mouth as he can and swallows without chewing, briefly gagging against the sensation of it scraping against his raw throat. The migraine plaguing him becomes borderline unbearable, but he begins to glow nonetheless, regaining vision in a small circle around himself just in time to see a Terrorbeak materialize.

Stars and atoms, does Wilson hate cherries.

He jogs away from it, leaving WX-78 behind in favor of running and trying not to choke on the berry as he eats the rest of it. He can feel his strength waning as he finally reaches the entrance to the camp. From the edge of the fire pit, he sees Willow turn to glance at them and then do a double take. She rushes over to Wilson, torch in hand, just as WX-78 catches up with him.

“What the hell happened to you two?!” Willow shouts at the man in all of his glowing, bloody glory.

“The caves sure are something, huh?” Wilson tries, voice frail and strained. He forces a smile, but Willow just looks horrified. She opens her mouth to say something back, but then looks up behind Wilson and gasps.

“Hey, watch out!” She screeches, flinching away from him. The second he turns around, the Terrorbeak from earlier sinks its teeth into him, practically tearing him in half. Once again, Wilson drops to the ground.

This time, he doesn’t get up. Instead, his consciousness separates from his body and he becomes a ghost, much like WX-78 had.

Willow gawks at the scene for a moment, then turns around and sprints towards the rest of the adults who are situated in the heart of the campsite.

"YOU ARE A MORON," WX-78 says to him. He turns to look at them, finding that he can understand them now that they share the same plane of existence.

"You died first," he says, and although their physical manifestation is unmoving, their form radiates with anger.

"I CANNOT WAIT TO BE REVIVED JUST SO I CAN KILL YOU AGAIN," they growl.

Wilson slowly scoots away from them, noting that he'll need to give them space (and a copious amount of gears) before they'll be on good terms again.

Unfortunately, the only clockworks he knows of currently reside in the Ruins. Of the caves.

Maybe he'll just give them a little extra time.

[ghostywizard]

i think a big part of why adventure time spin-offs aren't as grating as most spin-offs, and why people enjoyed distant lands and fionna and cake, is because adventure time as a series was never afraid to depart from the main cast for a moment and explore the world through the eyes of a background character, and the spin offs can follow that example and run with it.

3 out of 4 episodes of distant lands introduce a new supporting cast and a new leading deuteragonist (Y5, Glassboy, Cadebra)(together again is an outlier because it ties into the emotional themes of that episode). Marceline and Princess Bubblegum have a history, whats up with that? maybe Glassboy can tell us! Oh, by the way, meet Glassboy! :D

it gives weight to the very well established idea that Ooo is a populated place with a history and full of people with stories to tell. Which is neat, and the worldbuilding of Ooo is a great jumping off point for artists to tell their own stories, expanding the world even more

[gunterfan1992]

Attention “Adventure Time” fans: The brand-spanking new edition of “Exploring the Land of Ooo” is here! I repeat, it is here!

If you’d like to buy a physical copy, either send me a DM here or shoot me an email at paulthomas1992@gmail.com

I can’t wait for you all to read it!!

[rpgsandbox]

If you’re not familiar with 5E rules, don’t worry! Roleplaying games are about letting your imagination run wild as you create your own characters and stories. The rules provide support for your imagination and structure for your hero, but take a back seat to the FUN play at the table.

For those new to roleplaying games entirely, we are providing Jake’s Shmowzow Guide to Roleplaying Games with every copy of the Core Book exclusively on Kickstarter. It’s a simple guide to get any person started having fun with the Adventure Time RPG. Written by Ray Winninger, co-designer of the DC Heroes RPG and former Executive Producer of Dungeons & Dragons, the guide includes the needed core rules from the 5E OGL, a simple step-by-step explanation of the simple ideas you need to understand to begin play, and finally a walk-through of the character creation process. All guided by Jake!

Adventure Time has its roots in the older editions of Dungeons & Dragons, with episodes and story arcs that grew from the pastiche fantasy adventure that the second and third editions laid out so beautifully. We believe that the high-quality design of 5E—and its very nature—are well-suited to capturing the open-ended excitement and sense of wonder that are at the core of Adventure Time. If Dungeons & Dragons gave birth to Adventure Time, using 5E for Adventure Time: The Roleplaying Game brings everything full circle and is true to the spirit of the series.

We believe that we can craft and implement the world of Ooo and the features of the Adventure Time RPG best in 5E, empowering you with the feeling that you can be any person you want to be and that anything can happen when you step out your door for adventure!

But how, exactly, do you explore Ooo? This is a tabletop roleplaying game built using the Dungeons & Dragons rules, basically. In fact, if you are familiar with those rules, you already know all about how to play Adventure Time: The Roleplaying Game.

If you’re not familiar with those rules, you don’t need to worry. Dungeons & Dragons is a game about letting your imagination run wild; it is a game that is played through conversation, is moderated by dice, and takes place in your cranial. As you adventure through the amazing land of Ooo, stuff will happen. There is a player, called the Dungeon Master, who will tell you about that stuff. 

As a brave adventurer, you will want to respond to your Dungeon Master with awesome heroic actions. Your character will have a set of attributes and some skills and powers that provide options for those reactions. But you can respond however a person could respond (if that person was a Wildberry Person, with an axe!). However you respond, you will tell the Dungeon Master what you want to do.

Once you choose your action, it’s time to get mathematical with it. You will roll a twenty-sided die and add a bonus number to it, based on the attribute (or skill or power) that is most applicable to the action. If the total number is high enough to equal or exceed a target set by the Dungeon Master, you will succeed, and the skill or power will dictate the results of that action.

And that's all there is to it! Imagine what the Dungeon Master tells you, have a conversation with the Dungeon Master about what you want to do, and roll a twenty-sided die to see if it works. Three simple steps to exploring (and loving!) the Land of Ooo.

And we’ve got some sweet new mechanics to enhance your awesome RPG experience and fill it with Adventure Time!

Kickstarter campaign ends: Wed, May 15 2024 8:00 PM BST

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[thewritingstar]

Requesting for Brickercup exploring their feelings for each other through a kiss 🙏🏼

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Ahh thank you for the request! I love doing them so I hope you enjoy this little Drabble I did right before work! Enjoy! Also like I saw wicked a few times and I feel like they fit with the song. lol

-What Is This Feeling?-

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Anger. Hatred. Loathing.

That’s what Buttercup felt whenever she saw that stupid red hat. It was almost like her own personal flag and she was a bull.

It made her blood boil for reasons she couldn’t say. She shouldn’t care. Why would she care? She doesn’t care.

She doesn’t care how he opens his locker that is inconveniently placed two away from hers. She doesn’t care how he looks in his small mirror to fix his perfect hair or how his teeth were somehow always perfectly white.

Annoyance filled her lungs when they were in the same p.e class and they were always chosen as captains. Everyone would say their banter was friendly competition but she could sense the venom on her tongue.

As for Brick, he would say the same thing.

He thought it was annoying that her hair always looked good. Her perfume was a toxic vanilla and amber, he always knew when she was near by. The way her lips would pout when she tried to think up plays and ways to best him, it drove him mad.

So being seniors in high school was one thing, but being life long enemies was another. They couldn’t possibly think of anything else than hated between the two. It was natural. It was easy. It’s how the world should be.

It was a regular day. As regular as it can get when your body was laced with Chemical X. A regular battle. Puffs against Ruffs. Tale as old as time. Predictable.

But for once, the colors didn’t match. Blossom had decided they needed a surprise attack.

“Bubbles you deal with Butch, I’ll handle Boomer. Buttercup, you can fight Brick.” Blossom demanded.

Bubbles took off, not questioning her sisters authority, yet Buttercup was still floating.

“Buttercup, go!” Blossom scolded her and flew to find her target.

Why did she feel this way.

She searched the skies for the red hat and hoped that their battle would end quickly. She was always up for a battle but something was running her blood cold.

A scorching sensation filled the air around her. Flames engulfed her in a circle. She rolled her eyes. Why did the reds get an extra power?

“Ooo fire, I’m so scared. You wanna make s’mores too?” She teased.

“You got quite a mouth.” Brick huffed.

That was the thing about Brick, he was flashy. He could use distance attacks to best his enemies but Buttercup was close combat. He didn’t stand a chance.

She flew towards him to land a punch on his arm and made contact. He shook it off and tried to get in close to her but she wouldn’t allow it.

A series of kicks and punches were thrown and it looked like a kaleidoscope of greens and reds in the sky.

She went in with another punch, hoping to land it on his chin. Her eyes widened as he grabbed her wrist and held it above her head. Her knee came up next but his other hand already restrained it.

“Your sister thought she was clever switching it up, huh? Now that you’re tied, you got nothing left, and don’t even think about blasting me.” He sneered.

Buttercup tried to pull her hand free. Their faces were quite close and she wasn’t sure how to feel. All she knew is that her face was heating up but she was sure it was due to his flames.

However, her other hand was free. So she did the only thing she could think of and grabbed the back of his head and smashed their lips together.

Her pulse started to rise when he didn’t move. This was how she was going to die. Pure embedment. In a flash, she felt his hand push of her knee and grip her lower back, pulling her in closer.

Their chests were practically fused as he kissed her harder. She could feel ever glare they shared change to wondering stare. Every harsh word used as a cover up.

Her heart was beating in the same way it did when she watched him enter a room. Her body always turning towards him.

So maybe hatred wasn’t the right word to use with him. She couldn’t care in the moment as her lips were still desperately attached to his.

Maybe in delusion this meant something. As they pulled away, gasping for air, she thought she would be met with a punch or a blast, but instead, a wild smirk.

Her hand was still in the air and Brick leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“You’re so bad.”

He let go of her hand and flew back to create some space.

Buttercup stared at him and let out a giggle.

His eyes furrowed.

“You got something.” She pointed to her lips as she looked at the dark purple smear across his lips.

He wiped it with the back of his hand before his eyes widened when a kiss was placed on his cheek.

“See you in gym.” She whispered and disappeared to go find her sisters.

She didn’t look back to see a smile creeping up onto his lips.

“Shit.” He said to himself.

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I wrote this in like ten minutes so I hope you enjoy!!!!

This was so fun! I have written them in forever. Thank you for requesting!!!

[seastarblue]

Siren Tag Game! 🧜🏽‍♀️

thanks for the tag @illarian-rambling !

Rules: mythological sirens sang about someone’s greatest desire. What would some OCs see if they sang to them?

ooo yeah this sounds funnnn! Let’s do the Deathless gang! (Save Maelstrom, Dianthe, and Juno bc I don’t know them all too well yet):

For Kaiden, the sirens would sing of security: all her former friends and current comrades are safe and sound, no worries ever plaguing their minds. They’d sing of justice: she’d finally be able to end those who had wronged her and her family, her fellow knights, and fellow countrymen.

For Felix, the sirens would sing of acceptance: from his family, who were generous yet still distant, from his countrymen, who saw him as an abomination, and from his dearest bereaved friend, who still cried herself to sleep every night.

For Li Hua, the sirens would sing of freedom: she wouldn’t have to hide and check her surroundings every other second, she wouldn’t be confined to dingy alleyways by morning and chilly rooftops by night. The sirens would sing of vengeance: the bastards that did this to her would get what was coming to them, and Li’s hand would deliver it, swift and ruthless.

For Harper, the sirens would sing of riches: of full bellies and warm beds and all the luxuries he was denied as a child. He’d never be hungry again, he’d never be scared or cold or sleep deprived.

For Noha, sirens would sing of fearlessness: the dark, the light, the sudden loud sounds, they would all be brushed off as nothing but sensations. They’d sing of home: returning home, not as a fugitive or a weapon for a man who never cared, but as an Escarrian.

For Mehri, the sirens would sing of adventure: she’d see the world the way it was meant to be seen, she’d be free to do as she wished, no day would ever be the same!

For Aleksi, the sirens would sing of belonging: never would he ever be a stranger in a strange land, he would hear all the lovely accents of his home nation, he’d belong.

and if all of them were sung to at the same time, the sirens would sing about one thing: companionship. They wouldn’t be lonely. They’d have someone to lean on during hard times, they’d help someone in their little circle with their demons, they’d have people watching their backs and friends to fight alongside and comrades to celebrate victories with and companions to travel and explore the warm yet cold world they call home. They wouldn’t be alone anymore.

:D

yeah they aren’t traumatized whatsoever nope no sirree nuh uh. (Also in case you couldn’t tell I loooove found family teehee)

Tag List Time! (Lemme know if ya want on/off via DM or ask!)

@astor-and-the-endless-ink @sableglass

@dioles-writes @allaboutmagic @paeliae-occasionally

@ash-thedrawer

[fangirlstorycreator]

I hope you are well 🖤💕 I have an ask.

We all know Fenris is jilted towards mages, understandably so, but what if he falls in love with a mage, sort of like in DA2 but this is pre-Kirkwall before he would meet the champion. He's out exploring and stumbles upon a young mage who is being harassed by bandits and he jumps in to save her, only to find she's hurt, and also quite pretty. He struggles with her abilities at first but then soon sees her creating ethereal style butterflies as she sits in their camp, and he finds himself enamored.

Thank you very much for the ask! This is my first ask that's from my new list and I'm very happy to write this for you! I will try my best for you 💚

Being a mage wasn't easy, with most of the people you've come across on your travels, they didn't exactly take to you very well. You were seen as a danger and they kept their distance, apart from the odd few who would confront you, weather it be on the road somewhere or in public. You had been many places all over the land, and you didn't feel very welcome in any place you visited, so you ended up only going into the public eye to get supplies for yourself. You were able to sleep easily on the road, occasionally helping the odd person hear and there for coin, and it was a fairly comfortable life...but that's not to say that it wasn't lonely for you. You had noone travelling with you, and you kind of wanted that, but if it wasn't meant to be, it wasn't the end of the world. You had just passed a market stall on the edge of Kirkwall and stoped to get some things to make for your dinner tonight, you grabbed some cured meat, vegetables, fresh fruit and a new water pouch. You walked happily back through the market, that was until this sudden thump was felt in your shoulder before you fell to the floor with an aggressive push.

Someone had knocked you off your feet, and you look up to see this arrogant man covered in scars, and 3 of his men behind him laughing at your fall. "Aww what's the matter little mage? Can't handle bumping into a real man?" You hated this man with this single question, you hated arrogant guys like this. You stood up, brushed yourself down and smiled back at him "No I didn't, but when I do I'll be sure to let you know" This mans friends all go "Ooo!" Behind him, this annoys the man who pushed you. "You need to be careful little girl, you know rudeness is not attractive" "Hears a question then? What makes you think I'm trying to attract you?" He was stumped, he looked at you like a deer caught in the light, he wasn't expecting that response. You smirk and walk past them all, leaving the market behind and onwards to your next place to travel, which seemed like the forest in the distance ahead. You were kind of used to that happening to you, not everyone was a fan of mage's, especially if you were a woman too. But because it was such a normal thing, you were used to it and tended to push it to the back of your mind.

You camped up a little while later and made a small fire with your magic, it saved spending money on stuff for it when you could just wave your hand. You had eaten and were watching the sun go down through the trees, it was a lovely end to the day....or so you thought. By the time it was dark, you were just reading a book by the fire when you hear muffled chatter and laughter, from quiet to louder as it got closer to your camp. When you finaly see who it is, you realise this wasn't good "Hello again little mage!" This was the same man and his friends from the market, they seemed a little drunk, but not enough to be properly impared. You just tried to ignore them and continue reading, but they were now in your camp, and you couldn't ignore them now. "Wanna tuck us in little lady?" "No, go away" "Ah come on, hey, if your lucky...I might let you sleep in the same bed roll as me? I think you'll be quite impressed" "You do know, being a dick isn't going to make yours any bigger?" Again, his friends were amused by how you could defend yourself and anger this man. "Watch your mouth mage! I know I can take you single handed!"

"I really hope one day you choke on all that sh#t you talk" "Oh is that right? Well then, it seems we're all going to have to teach you a lesson. Boys!" This man and his friends all charge at you, which catches you a little off guard, but not enough for you to make a protective barrier just in time to push them back away from you. But what you didn't realise, was that they seemed to have planned this attack on you, and you weren't aware of the man behind you until it was too late. You felt a painful blast behind your back, causing you to fall to the floor in pain, where this hidden man jumps towards you and grabs your arms, pinning them behind your back. "Ahaha! That's what you get you little b#tch!" This man and his friends advance on you, and start kicking you and punching you, rendering you helpless and being made to endure all this pain. You weren't able to say a single magic encantation with them punching you in the face, and your hands were being held behind you so your couldn't conjure anything, you were stuck, and scared. "Mages like you don't belong hear! And we're going to make sure you never retur-nngguuhh!"

This mans voice is suddenly cut off by the sound of him grunting in pain, through your swollen eye, you see that a mans fist has gone through his chest. But there seemed to be magic infused into his hand, and they wore a gauntlet of sharp claw like shapes. When the fist is pulled back out, the man holding you throws you to the ground and you fall forward and collapse onto the ground infront of you. Your in so much pain that the sound of fighting is just a white noise to you, and you lie there trying to make sence of what's going on around you. Your vision is blurry, but you see these men falling like flies to this unknown man. You can't make out what he looks like, but you can make out this strange colour from him...it was white...and it seemed to be, almost vibrant against his skin. It was something you'd never seen before, were you really seeing this? He seemed to have white hair, grey armour, and he had eyes like emeralds. You were fighting consciousness, and as the last man gets slane, your eyes are slowly starting to close. This unknown man walks over and kneels beside you, the last thing you remember is the feel of this mans hand against your cheek, before everything went black.

You awake some time later, with bandages on your wrists, one of your shoulders and you can feel healing remedies and oils on your face and skin. You seemed to be safe, but who was it that saved you? You slowly sit up, with your body aching and creaking as you do, this makes the man sitting by the fire notice you, and he moves to sit infront of you. "Woh woh, take it easy there. You've had a few nasty injuries" "You?...your the man who saved me?" For some strange reason he looked a little taken back by that comment, but then he said "Yes, my name is Fenris. I heard a commotion on my way through this forest. And when I investigated, that's when I happend upon you. And those awful men who were attacking you" "What did you do to them?" "They are dead, they will no longer bother you or any other mage anymore" "Well, thank you very much for saving me Fenris, my name is Y/N" "Its a pleasure to meet you" "Just one thing, how did you know I was a mage?" "Well, it was only because I over heard those men saying that you were, I don't normally spend time in the presence of mages, but you were in danger. So I made an exception"

"Thank you for that again by the way. May I ask why you don't like mages?" "Well it's because of a mage who I have had bad experiences with, he uses dark and bad magic. Hence why I don't particularly trust mages. But...I noticed when you were being attacked, you didn't use any dark magic, only a protective barrier" "I don't like the thought of dark magic, I only want to protect myself and others around me.....which I guess I couldn't do this evening" "You were over powered by many men, don't put yourself down about that" "That's kind, thank you" he made sure the bandages were secure and that you weren't in a great deal of pain, after what felt like a few hours of general chit chat, you decided to ask him a question. "Fenris?" "Yes Y/N?" "I wanted to ask you....what are those markings are on your arms and neck? I can sence magic in them, am I right?" "Yes, you are right. I imagine I must look strange to you, I did not receive these markings by choice, even so, they have served me well. Without them, I'd still be a slave" "I'm sorry? A slave?"

"Yes, I'm afraid that my story isn't a nice one, infact my story is part of why I happend upon you this evening. You see, I was a slave to a magister by the name of Danarius, he was my master and I did not want to be his property. That is why I am hear, I have escaped his clutches and I am now being hunted by bounty hunters" "But if he's getting people to hunt you down, what does he want from you?" "Not me, more the markings on my skin. It is Lyrium, burned into my flesh to provide Danarius what was acquired of his pet" "So that's why I met you tonight? Your on the run?" "Not quite, I was on the run. But I have realised that I don't want to run anymore, I don't want to live my life in fear. So I'm looking for my former master Danarius, and I intend to kill him for everything he has put me through" "I take it because he is a magister, he's a difficult man to find?" "That's correct, he is a magister of the tevinter imperium. They hold all the power over the chantry and the imperial court, and he is also a very slippery man who is able to evade many moments where I was very close to confronting him"

"It sounds like you need help finding him?" "That's right, the only thing is, whose going to help an escaped slave looking to kill their former master?" "I don't know? Maybe a mage who you saved? And is now in your debt with the knowhow and abilities to help track someone down" "Y/N, I don't know. This is a dangerous thing to ask of anyone, and being around a mage is difficult enough as it is" "Don't you like that I'm a mage?" "You seem like a lovely woman, but after my history with Danarius, I'm very cautious. You can understand that right?" "Of course I do, you have a very good reason not to trust mages. But you were kind enough to help me, and I would like to return the favour. I have many abilities as well as magic, and if I can, maybe I can show you that not all mages are the same. From the sounds of Danarius, I don't want to be anything like him. Anyone who keeps slaves and burdens them with a body burned with Lyrium, is someone with a cold soul, which I'm nothing like" Fenris looks conflicted, but he also knows he can't take on Danarius alone. "Look, if you do want to help me with my former master, then I am happy for the help. But it will just take me time to trust you, and if your magic is harmful in anyway, I will no longer want you around. Is that understood?" "Understood Fenris" "Alright, then we have a deal"

You and Fenris camped there that night after striking a deal, he was kind enough to save you, it's only fair you offer to help him in his moment of need. You and him traveled through towns and villages hunting down any information on Danarius, all while you were slowly healing from your injuries. Fenris was kind enough to offer his support and help you when you were either in pain or if you struggled with something you were unable to do at the time. After the first week of travelling with him, a friendly bond was made between you both and there was mutual respect on either side. After a few more weeks, the only thing you and Fenris were able to accomplish was slaying more of the bounty hunters and find out what Danarius's next possible moves could be. You and Fenris now got on much better, but you hid from him that you found him quite attractive. He was strong, brave, resilient and clever, and whenever he looked into your eyes, you felt so comfortable and warm. You had heard of women feeling this butterfly sensation when they see a man they have feelings for, but you didn't feel that with Fenris. You just felt calm, you wondered why? You knew more about eachother now, and you knew Fenris was scared at the thought of magic being used, hence why you didn't use any around him.

And if you did, it was very small. One evening, you and Fenris had found a place to pitch up a tent in a woodland area beside a river, Fenris was pitching up his own tent when you had finished and decided to sit on the edge of the soft and slow flowing river. It was a short distance away from the tents, but still far enough that you wouldn't be able to hear him unless he was shouting at you. It had been so long since you had done magic, and it was always so easy for you to do. Hence why when you were by the water, the colours in the water from the moon light and the fire, made you feel magic in your finger tips, and you so easily made an ethereal bunch of butterflies. They were a beautiful dusty blue colour from the water and the moonlight, and a lovely milky yellow underneath their wings, that contrasts wonderfully with the blue. You made about 6 or 7 of these lovely little butterflies, and they just flutter around you and over the water as you smile.

Little did you know, that Fenris was watching you from his tent, but not with fear, but like he was entranced. Ever since he's known you, he has been very honest about his thoughts on magic and mages, and he was very pleased that you didn't do magic around him. But as he got to know you, he had this gut feeling that you were indeed, nothing like Danarius, just like you said. He also grew to like you more from spending more time with you, and when you did use the odd but of magic hear and there, he was pleased you made sure it was only small and nothing damaging or threatening. But right now, he was witnessing you use your magic, and he quite simply couldn't look away. Not just because he was impressed with your skill in creating these beautiful butterflies, but it was your smile that was catching his eye too. He loved your smile, he loved watching you in your element and how happy you were by simply making something so sweet. He had been denying his feelings for you for a long time, and he knew he wouldn't be able to keep them in for much longer, not with him falling even more in love with you everytime he saw you smile.

He walked over to you and sat beside you at the river, which made you very confused. "Fenris?" "Yes? You sound suprised that I've seated myself beside you. Have I done something to upset you in any way?" "No, not at all. I'm just confused" "About what?" "What do you think?" You ask while pointing to the floating butterflies. "Ah, I can understand your thoughts. But I have to admit, that I'm actualy quite impressed by your magic" "You are?" "Indeed. When we first met, you told me you wanted to show me that not all mages are the same, and that you were nothing like Danarius, and in our time together, you have proven just that" "I have always been honest with you Fenris, I wouldn't ever want to hurt you or any other innocent person with magic" "And I know that now, I see that. I see it every day, and I see your kindness and honesty in your smile too.....your smile....the moon, stars and camp fire could all be hidden from view, and your smile will still be the brightest view" "Fenris...that's beautiful" "I'm just trying to show you my honesty. Y/N, I know that I am still a man on the run, but with your help I've managed to get closer to Danarius more than I ever have before and I'm very thankful for that. But during our time, I have found that I have grown a certain....feeling towards you. A feeling I'm hoping is reciprocated, if it isn't I will understand, but I needed to be honest with you if we were going to continue hunting Danarius"

"Fenris? Is this your way of saying you have romantic feelings for me?" "That's what I'm trying to do yes. I do apologise, I haven't been in this situation before and I'm not quite sure how to tell you my true feelings" "Well I can put your mind at ease Fenris, because I feel the same way" "You do?" "Of course I do" "Oh I, that's wonderful" You giggle and blow a butterfly towards his face, making the end of his nose tickle. "I thank you for this" "You do realise you don't have to thank me for liking you back Fenris?" "Yes, I know. But this is just a wonderful thing to happen to me, and I felt the need to say it. But I'm happy, very happy. If there is a future to be had, I will walk into it gladly at your side" "I couldn't quite hear that, could you speak up?" You ask cheekily. "Why don't I make it clearer for you?" He says right before he leans in with a desperate need, and he kisses you with a fiary passion. Holding the back of your head with his hand, and his lips were locking so perfectly with yours, like he craved your touch. Your eyes were closed, but you could sence that his markings were glowing as he kissed you, almost like his body was vibrating with excitement. When he pulled away after you both needed some air, he looked at you with his deeply green emerald eyes, and you were hypnotised. "Was that sufficient for you?" He asks with a little smile. "Hmmm, I don't know. Maybe you should kiss me again, just to make sure" "I think it's safe to say I will never tire from this"