#fragment of her | mayor

[kingsbride-moved]

anyways. Very quick doodle but what if I started fangusta posting for real

[quitealotofsodapop]

Macaque, out of the blue one day: *bolting up from sleep* Wait... Wukogn lsot his memory! He doesn't know about a Stone Monkey can become eggbound!!

What Macaque had not known and later learned when he explained to a very red in the face Peaches and MK was that Wukong had, on fact, been egg bound once before. He just lost the baby before he ever had a chance to learn about it during the Samhadi Fire ritual. This is a major reason why the Demon Bull Clan had not freaked vengeance upon Wukong and instead allowed him to go back into isolation after he sealed DBK.

Ooof yeah XD

Macaque bolts awake realising that Peaches & MK are one wrong mud bath away from mitosis.

We have discussed in DM's the possibility of Wukong becoming Stone Egg'ed because ofthe Mountain... but losing the Egg during the Samadhi Fire Ritual.

DBK and PIF only realised afterwards what had happened and are mortified to this day. Sun Wukong was willing to gamble and lost his own child, in order to save Red Son. It's a major reason why PIF never tried seeking venegance in the years after DBK's imprisonment. She just couldn't bare to hurt someone who had sacrificed so much for her baby.

Wukong became a shut-in after the Ritual; believing he had harmed not only his brothers (Ao Lie), his mate (Macaque), but even his unborn child.

Then he found "The Fragment" where his own Egg once stood. And he just knew what it was instantly.

(Heck maybe MK's Fragment is the "lost" Stone Egg, having survived the fire but gone dormant for the longest time)

Then the Mayor got involved with his vial of Meng Po's Soup...

Pigsy and Tang hadn't forced the issue when the doctors found signs of a past pregnancy on "Peaches" body. It was probably why he had baby Xiaotian. They didn't want to think of any other possibility.

Macaque I feel would have died/been dragged into the Underworld realising that Wukong was carrying. And when he returns and sees MK; his brain did a small misfire thinking this was the Egg all grown up.

Until the Winds (and PIF) tell him the sad truth...

I think he'd only tell Peaches of his lost Egg if the ginger monkey pressed the issue. Or if he had explained the basics of Solo-Stone Egg reproduction, and Pigsy and Tang jumped up with a million horrified questions/revelations about Peaches' medical record.

Macaque would be more determined to keep the Samadhi Fire out of Wukong/Peaches' hands, knowing that IT was what took their the Egg.

And Peaches... might not care to warn the others of this fact. He needs to save the world and destroy LBD. If he has sacrificed so much before, why not try again and take the burden of the Fire?

When the reforging turns put to be a crapshoot; Peaches gets screamed at by not only his family, former mate/current crush, his school friend aka Nezha, Mei, but also the entire Demon Bull Family - who charged over to join the gang at the Ritual site to prevent Wukong from killing part of himself once more.

This family is united by Peaches/Wukong's senselessly self-sacrifical nature + them trying to stop him from doing it.

[deityoftherain]

Rain's Writing Lesson/Tips for Beginners

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Table of Contents

Formatting Quotes with Dialogue Tags

Commas and Conjunctions

Capitalization

Pronouns

Person POV

Look under the cut for the content promised above!

Formatting Quotes with Dialogue Tags

"This is dialogue," they said.

They said, "This is dialogue."

"This is dialogue," they said. "This is also dialogue."

"This is dialogue," they said, "and this is continuing dialogue."

"This is dialogue." This is an action.

This is an action. "This is dialogue."

"This is dialogue." This is an action. "This is more dialogue."

"This is dialogue," they said as they did this action done between words, "and this is continuing dialogue."

Commas and Conjunctions

The section above is extremely helpful for dialogue, but that is not the only place you find a comma. Commas are typically used as a pause or "soft stop", and to separate parts of sentences. These parts of a sentence include the following: elements of a list, distinguished groups of words that go together, clauses, phrases, and more.

Commas are also used to mark conjunctions between complete thoughts. Seven of these conjunctions are as follows: and, but, for, or, nor, so, yet. I will focus on "and" and "but" for this guide.

and

When the conjunction "and" connects two independent clauses, it needs a comma. The exception is when it connects two verbs that share a subject. In addition, there is something called the Oxford Comma that instructs that there should be a comma before the "and" in lists. The Oxford Comma has been debated, but it is useful for dispelling confusion, and I prefer it personally.

Independent Clauses

They stopped by the grocery store after work, and then they took the bus home.

One Subject + Two Verbs

He sang and danced at the party.

Lists/Oxford Comma

My dogs are named Macie, Luna, and Jelly Bean.

but

There is almost always a comma before “but”, but, like many things in the English language, there are exceptions. If the sentence's meaning would change if you removed the "but", then you don't use a comma. Here is this information laid out in different terms:

A comma is needed before “but” when it's being used to connect two independent clauses.

I would have gone, but I wasn't feeling good.

You don’t need a comma before “but” if it's connecting an independent clause and a sentence fragment.

She couldn’t help but laugh at her joke.

Capitalization

It is important to make sure you capitalize proper nouns, also known as the proper names of people, places, and things. Titles are also capitalized, but the job itself isn't unless referring to the job's official title/name. Refer to below to see the difference.

Common Nouns

“I have a meeting with the mayor tomorrow,” she told her cousin as they waited in line at the amusement park.

Proper Nouns

“I have a meeting with Mayor Goodtimes tomorrow,” Pearl told Jimmy as they waited in line to ride The Superman.

Pronouns

I had the idea of color coding the sections to make it easier to find things when scrolling near the end of formatting/creating this guide, and it is extremely funny to me that blue is the color that ended up being paired with "Pronouns". I did not plan that, but it looks like a reference to "blue hair and pronouns", and I love that personally XD

Pronouns are nouns used in place of the proper name. When someone asks for your pronouns, they are inquiring on how to refer to you when not using your name. In the English, pronouns are essential in our sentence structures, and there is much to say about them.

Examples of Pronouns: I, we, she, they, it, us, our, he

This section only covers a small portion of pronoun related tips and such, so please look into pronoun types more if that sort of thing interests you.

When writing a character with multiple pronoun sets, it is important to be consistent within the same sentence. When you jump pronouns within the same sentence, the reader gets lost on who is being referred to.

Scott tapped their pencil against their desk, deep in thought. He's been studying these shipment forms for several hours now, and there didn't seem to be an end in sight. Tiredness pulled at his eyelids, and it was a struggle to keep himself awake. They yawned loudly, stretching in their chair before going to rub their eyes.

Don't be scared to use a character's name when having characters interact that use the same/overlapping pronouns. It helps the reader follow what is happening better. Look at the passage below and take note on how the pronouns are used to ensure clarity.

"How many of those do you have left?" Owen asked, startling Scott out of their thoughts. "Not many," they claimed, though the stack of papers on their desk would say otherwise. Owen looked him up and down with doubt, raising an eyebrow. "Uh huh, sure." "Just give me a few more minutes," Scott insisted, waving his hand in dismissal. Owen grabbed his wrist. [Whose wrist? Owen's or Scott's? Did Owen grab his own wrist or did he grab Scott's wrist? This would be a good example of where using a name instead of a pronoun is useful. If you didn't want to use a name, you could use the singular "their" for Scott since it is evident that Owen didn’t grab multiple people’s wrists (which would make it plural) and Owen only uses he/him in this scenario! Let's try that again.] Owen grabbed Scott's wrist, tugging on it to force Scott to look him in the eyes. "I think it has been several 'few more minutes'." Scott pursed his lips, shrinking under his friend's pointed gaze. Owen was very intimidating when he chose to be. They tugged their arm out of Owen's grasp, and then conceded, "Fine, I'll take a break." Owen grinned in triumph. "Good."

Person POV

The Point of View in a story is all about the perspective, and about how the story is being told. There are different rules for various kinds, but I shall be discussing 1st, 2nd, and 3rd POVs here.

1st Person

In 1st Person, the narrator is talking about themself, and is almost always the main character because they are who we, the reader, are following. It is like they are telling the reader a story about themself from a personal perspective.

Examples of 1st Person pronouns are I, me, my, us, we, our, and mine.

2nd Person

In 2nd Person, the narrator talks to the reader directly. This is the least common POV used in story telling, more often used for other purposes or Chose Your Own Adventure books.

Examples of 2nd Person pronouns are you, your, yours, and yourself.

3rd Person

In 3rd Person, the narrator talks about other people. This is the most common type of POV in story-telling. The narrator is typically not the main character, though stories are often told through a 3rd Person Limited POV. At the very least, that is what I do, and what many others I've read do as well. Using a Limited POV means the story is told through a fixed lens, also known as through the main character's eyes. I do not cover limited, omniscient, and other types of addition POVs here, so I suggest you explore further if that interests you.

Examples of 3rd Person pronouns are they, she, it, theirs, his, herself, and themself.

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Thanks for reading <3

Disclaimer: I do not claim to be professional in any sort of way, and there may or may not be mistakes in this guide. If you have questions, please refer to official writing guidelines. These are simply things I have learned over my years that I am sharing!

[horrormurderkill]

Love at its finest

Warnings: Blood, description of a nasty animal death, self-harm (reader does not indulge!), the fic talks about killing a living being, and possibly more.

Crimson red blood and annoyingly wet dirt coats the entirety of its body, the smushed colors a vast contrast to the ones around. Holding its tiny head, you gaze at it in distaste, hands trembling at the thought of snapping the short neck. That was the sick rule in which, people should still remember it, even though it was assumed to be over.

It all started with many townspeople's concern that possibly, an incubus or succubus like demons were roaming the lands, the intense sexual libido making all living beings go mad. Speculations of a powerful demon cursing the town, for some reason. Gradually, it is said that some animals were birthing actual demon and animal hybrids. The shock even reached the town mayor, a church leader, who demanded everyone to behead or snap its neck and burn the sinful creature. But this is a tale from centuries ago. Younger children thought it was fake, thought it was a tale made from old people, for the purpose of them attending to their plants and animals correctly.

Nevertheless, the being in your nimble hands were enough proof. Your hands let go of the hybrid, onto the ground, as tears started to uncontrollably flow from your eyes. After all, you are only a child. Experiencing your beloved pet dog act strangely for a long time, then after chasing your dog into the woods only to find her tearing her own flesh as the hybrid inside completely messed with your dog's mind. You are allowed to cry after such experience, you're an innocent child, after all.

You wipe your tears away, pulling out a large napkin and rolling the creature like a burrito with it, you put it back into your backpack. It's the last remaining and breathing thing from your loving dog, at least. Pulling yourself on your feet, you hurriedly speed-walk out the forest to your home.

Aunt Laurine is going to be worried for you.

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A loud bang from the farmhouse makes you jump from your seat. The sound of barking followed after, as you look up the window where the loud noises are coming from. Soon after, a head pops out from the window, your companion. His sharp teeth holds a rat in between, yet his excitement in his eyes and smile is what drives your attention away from the unpleasant sight. Domino, he's the only reason you still stay in the town, albeit slightly farther away from others. If it weren't for his unwanted birth 20 years ago, you would've left the town already. Though, you were scared of him growing up, you learned to adapt to his attitude and actions.

"[Name]! When are you unlocking the doors?! If you don't unlock it right now, I promise you I'll jump out from this window!" He yelled, making you sigh from exhaustion as you unlock the door. As soon as you open it, he hops into your arms, giggling happily your arms are strong enough to hold him. "Alright, let's head back." You pat his back, signaling him to get off of you, but of course, he didn't budge. Instead, his long tail wrapped around one of your thigh. It's evident he is asking you to be in bed with you, but you knew better.

His attitude had the fragments from all of the infamous 7 deadly sins, it keeps on switching and changing, like a domino effect. Right now is Lust. You make Domino get in a comfortable position on your entire torso, as you walk back to the house to rest. Adventure to the entrance was surprisingly not a big deal. Usually, he would whine and complain but he uttered nothing the whole walk. It made you quite suspicious, though.

Walking in his room, you dropped him off on his bed, yet his tail didn't unwrap around your thigh. As it was your last choice, you lean in, "If you let me go, I'll give you a goodnight kiss." He looked back at you and he replies, "And a French kiss." A demand. Damn it. Now you regret ever teaching him what a French kiss is just because he asked what it was after he saw it from a movie.

Never mind that. At least, both of you are hopefully safe in this lifetime, then it doesn't matter if you gave your first kiss and virginity to this demon.

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This piece of idea is inspired by a book called "Incubus" by Ann Arensberg

[scribblingapparition]

El Dios de la Brisa (K'uk'ulkan x Reader) (2)

Summary: You are a passionate Marine Biologist who has lived in the Yucatan Peninsula for some time now. After an encountered with a fabled god more information is learned about your past. The discoveries you make continue to unravel the world around you. This is only the beginning.

[Word count: 4,937]

☀

For the past couple of nights you were having the same recurring dream.

Jumbled fragmented memories tried their best to depict a clear enough picture that you could make sense of. All you could remember from your dreams was that you were awakened by the sound of a haunting song that put you in a trance; the melody led you to the beach where the villagers stood like statues, unaffected by the song, watching as you walked into the sea covered in heads peeking out of the water. They covered the entire bay. There seemed to be more eyes watching you from the water than there were people in Mérida. 

You tried and tried but you could not remember what happened before it led you to such a scene or what happened after you walked into the ocean and the water rose over your head leading you into the darkness.

You did remember, however, that before the waves took a hold of you completely you looked up to see the mighty shadow of the king that flew imposingly overhead. His features were covered in darkness but he was outlined by the moon. In his hand was his spear, glistening with power. Though you could not see his expression you could read his satisfaction as the waves claimed you as their own.

Correction, as he claimed you for himself.

K'uk'ulkan.

It was no surprise to see him in your dreams. He had easily conquered your thoughts even during the day. 

There were those that claimed dreams held meanings. You were never one to buy into it too much given that most of your dreams normally didn’t make any sense and it was logical that someone like him spent so much time in your thoughts that he could pop up in a dream or two. But you were not one to have the same dream over and over. Especially not the same exact dream, while only being able to remember the same exact things despite the fact your gut feeling told you there was a lot happening before and after the scene you could remember.

☀

“¿Crees que los sueños tienen significado?”

(Do you believe dreams have meaning?)

You had been invited by a friend you had made in the village, Clara and her husband Jorge, to a fishing trip. It felt so nice to leave the bay and enjoy the open ocean while someone else was manning the boat. Together, you and Clara worked on preparing the nets you would be fishing with. They had been one of the first to approach you when you had arrived at the village and though you felt familiar to their culture thanks to your mentor sharing it with you they were the two you learned from the most.

The Maya had never disappeared despite what the history books liked to say. Their descendants were still living in their ancestral lands proudly keeping their traditions alive among the strong colonial and Spanish influence left behind. You had seen this long before you met the god their pyramid was dedicated to and you felt unbelievably fortunate to learn directly from them.

“Claro que si. Todos los sueños tienen significado, incluso los que crees que no. Mi gente cree firmemente en el hecho que los sueños son algo que tu alma puede ver venir.” She said kindly, moving from working on the net to preparing the bait that would be used. “Has tenido algo en mente por días, me di cuenta. De niños, los mayores siempre nos animaban a hablar de nuestros sueños. Nos ayudaron a interpretarlos.”

(I sure do. All dreams have meaning, even the ones you think don't. My people strongly believe in the fact that dreams are something that your soul can see coming. You've had something on your mind for days, I could tell. As kids we are always encouraged by the elders to talk about our dreams. They helped us interpret them.)

You took a look at Jorge before turning to her, putting your net down and leaning your elbows on your knees. “¿Puedes ayudarme a interpretar el mío?”

(Could you help me interpret mine?)

You felt nervous talking about it.

You knew she could tell. 

Growing up without anyone meant not trusting those around you with anything you considered personal. You had never had a sibling to talk about your dreams and aspirations to. You didn’t have a mother or a father to go to for comfort after a nightmare. It had taken you decades to find a friend you could fully trust and she was gone. You kept your personal life a secret from everyone, even the friends you were with now did not know much about who you truly were. You talked to everyone in the village; they knew you were a hard worker, they knew you loved the ocean, they knew you to be a respectful yet stubborn individual, they knew you to be closed off. 

Yet they still welcomed you like Altagracia had.

Perhaps they all shared that gift of being able to look further beyond what they simply saw in front of them.

It wasn’t only talking about yourself that made you nervous, it was also the subject. You had given him your word that you would not reveal his existence to anyone. Ever. He had been generous, trusting you enough to take your word as truth and allowed you once again to step into his oceans. And now you were going to speak about him in his waters. You feared betraying him especially when it wasn’t your intention. Some secrets that were better off staying as secrets. You knew this.

But you were having trouble processing all of this alone.

“Agradezco su confianza en mí. Si me lo permite, sería un honor escucharlo.”

(I appreciate your trust in me. If you would allow me, I would be honored to listen.)

You trusted your instincts. Clara had never once given you a reason to doubt her.

Framing it as a dream and only a dream, you began to explain what you could remember. 

Her hands moved purposefully as she separated the bait and prepared the hooks, eyes meeting yours to confirm that she was listening as she worked yet keeping them away to help calm your nervousness. It was not the first time that outsiders were enchanted by the ocean. The gods of her people were present, they had always been, and those who sought after them with hate in their hearts were struck down by their fury. You had not appeared to have come to their village with any of those intentions. You had come here to heal even if you had not known it at the time.

But it seemed that there was more at work here than healing.

You felt better after you were done though your hands gripped onto the net tightly. The ocean did not change around you. The sun continued to shine brightly, the ocean continued to be fairly calm and docile, the wind had not gotten any stronger in anger. You had described the king as a serpent rather than a man; detailing the colorful feathers of his headpiece to be the feathers covering the body of the winding beast that slithered through the air as if it were creating the ocean breeze itself.

Clara placed the last of the hooks in their bin and took a moment to think before facing you. There was a change in her kind eyes; the softness was still there but there was also apprehension. The serpent god was many things; a bringer of peace and founder of Chichen Itza, the one who was there at the beginning of time and put forth order when helping create all things, the one who fiercely protected those who inhabited the lands and dwelled in the depths of the ocean. His powers over creation also allowed him to destroy anything he pleased as there was nothing in the world that wouldn’t submit to his might.

“Es recurrente.” You spoke to fill the silence more than anything, her dark eyes pierced your own and it pushed you to speak without meaning to. “Cada noche…nada cambia. ¿Deberia estar preocupada?”

(It's recurring. Every night nothing about it…changes. Should I be worried?)

She took your hand in hers. “Tu alma siempre ha pertenecido al océano. No debes temerlo en sueños o incluso ahora. El dios que estás viendo es poderoso. Creo que este sueño es una representación de ti alcanzando un nuevo capítulo en tu vida. El agua es el elemento del cambio y K'uk'ulkan representa tu vida llevándote al océano para ser renovada. Le k'áak'náabo' a k'aaba'.”

(Your soul has always belonged to the ocean. You shouldn't fear it in dreams or even now. The god you are seeing is powerful. I believe this dream is a representation of you reaching a new chapter in your life. Water is the element of change and K'uk'ulkan represents your life leading you to the ocean to be made new. The sea calls to you.)

The moment she was done speaking, after speaking in her native tongue, the boat jumped, hitting a rather rough wave causing everything to be thrown around. You quickly moved to grab the hooks to distract yourself from how fast your heart was beating. You heard Clara ask her husband what had happened and he quickly replied that it was nothing but a wave and that he could see the other boats lowering their anchors. You thanked her quickly and nodded when she smiled and moved to help her husband but you could not forget the cloud of darkness over her eyes when you mentioned seeing the serpent god.

You trusted Clara but now you weren’t sure if her thoughts on your dream were true or if she had spun it into a positive tale for your sake. 

Your soul belonged to the ocean and your life was changing. That had been her interpretation. In your dream, you had felt his satisfaction in him luring you into the water. What did it mean? Why did you feel it in your bones that this was more important than just any dream?

“¿Lista para pescar?” Jorge grinned as he clapped his hands moving to help you arrange the nets. He was the most energetic man you had ever met, always smiling and joking, radiating pure eagerness no matter what he was doing. “Es diferente a lo que estás acostumbrada. ¿Estás segura de que estás lista?”

(Ready to fish? It’s different from what you’re used to. Are you sure you’re ready?)

“¿Lista? Estuve lista toda la mañana!” You grinned, focusing on the task at hand and leaving your dream omens for another time.

(Ready? I’ve been ready all morning!)

“¡Entonces vamos! ¡Tu primera lección de pesca como lo hace mi gente!”

(Then let’s go! Your first lesson on fishing, how my people do it!)

☀

You couldn’t sleep.

Despite the long day out at sea fishing among the villagers, suffering the glare of the sun and feeling the exhaustion after a long day of work, the comfort of your bed offered no help to silence your thoughts.

The bottom of your dress brushed atop the sand as you wandered forward. You had been walking for quite some time. It didn’t worry you that it was after midnight and that you were walking along a new path away from the bay because above the treetops proudly stood a pyramid that would always serve as a beacon home.

Home.

You still weren’t used to that word. You don’t think you’ve said it out loud in a really long time despite feeling it in your heart. It just never felt right. When would it feel right? When you followed your dream and followed an unknown and powerful god into the water? That would never happen. You would never really have a home and that was okay. Not everyone needed one. Nomads existed in every culture, across all of time, as proof that not everyone felt the same desire to lay down their roots and stay in one place forever.

Because that was your desire, right? You didn’t want to stay. Or did you?

The frustration inside of you came from never allowing yourself to stay in one place for too long and now that you have you began to doubt everything. That much you knew. But then there was the unknown element of the absolutely alluring and dangerous man you had met that asked the same questions that made you run your entire life.

Answers to those questions only ever led to paths filled with pain. 

That’s why you had to run.

That’s why you were taught to run.

Heading out from between the trees, you walked towards a new section of the beach you haven't been to before. This one was rocky. There were multiple different rock formations alongside the water and it created perfect pools for little creatures to live in. You immediately headed over to see if you could find a hermit crab or a starfish. You loved those little guys.

“I really should’ve brought a flashlight,” You muttered as you looked around the ponds, lifting your dress so it wouldn’t get too wet. “I gotta come back in the daytime and take some notes.”

A noise from behind you caught your attention.

Your eyes narrowed as you turned around and scanned the area. It was a bird. It had to be a bird. But after midnight? That wasn’t common. Yet there was no denying what you were hearing, the consistently singular note chirping of a bird that you could not see. Stepping down from an elevated rock pool, you turned a bit towards the moonlight and that’s when you saw it. 

A Resplendent Quetzal.

A smile formed on your lips as you watched the brightly colored bird fly overhead, circling you as it called out into the night, filling the silence and joining the sounds of the waves. It was beautiful! They were known for their stunning green, red, and blue feathers that looked iridescent in the light.

The resplendent quetzal was sacred to the Maya.

Venerated as the god of the air, symbol of goodness and light, it was their feathers and colors that were attributed to…

K'uk'ulkan.

Green, red, and blue feathers adorned the body of the great serpent as it glided through the air; a god of the wind, sharing its glory and beauty just as this bird was doing with you. Another one of his symbols appeared before you. Was this a message? No way was it a coincidence.

You moved closer to the beach keeping your eyes focused on the bird until something else caught your eye. 

Being pushed into the sand by the waves was your mask.

Your diving mask.

The one you had lost when he left you inside the pyramid. It was as if the ocean was presenting it to you. Immediately, you looked towards the ocean. There was nothing out of place in the dark water but you did not let that fool you. You continued to look out as you moved to grab the mask from the sand. A part of you was beyond delighted to have it back! Diving had not been the same without it and you had not enjoyed having to go back to using oxygen tanks that limited your time in the water. Another part of you was apprehensive, not worried per say, just wondering why you kept being the target of the feathered serpent’s generosity.

The mask had been modified.

The edges were lined with a green stone (or was it a gem?). Jade, maybe? Jade held a huge significance in Mayan culture, it was more important than gold; often being associated with water, the stone symbolized life and death. You remember Altagracia once explaining this to you on a trip in China, as the stone held a great importance in their culture too. There were pearls scattered along it as well, different sizes and shapes. The inside remained the same, mostly, aside from it now having a mouth piece that was meant to cover the area from your nose to your chin. You had no idea what it was made of or what it was meant to do but the shock had not worn off yet.

You had your mask back. 

He’d given it back to you.

“A satal. Ba'ale' le k'áak'náabo' a k'aaba'.”

(You are lost. But the sea calls to you.)

His appearance did not surprise you. All of the elements leading to him making his presence known were there. Your eyes stayed attached to your mask, running your fingers along the new designs as he landed on the soft sand in front of you. When your eyes did look up you took the opportunity to really see the being before you.

He was beautiful.

The water that ran down his neck and shoulders enhanced the rich color of his skin. He was in his element; iridescent as the feathers of the quetzal, sacred. There was not a man more confident than the king before you who’s dark eyes held yours with a yearning to discover the secrets in you. His neck was adorned with gold and pearls and there was what seemed to be armor on his arms and legs made of the same things. He was enchanting as a siren. It didn’t need to be said and according to your subconscious that had created your dreams, you had associated him with one.

“Tech le k'áak'náabo'.” You replied quickly after he raised a brow at your staring, which didn’t do much to save you from embarrassment but you could see that your response surprised him.

(You are the sea.)

He had not been expecting you to answer him back in his language much less understand what he was saying but you were a quick study. Not only that those had been the exact same words Clara had told you about your dreams. Had he heard that conversation?

“Tene' tuukulo'oba' le k'áak'náabo' bey iik', ba'ale' ma' ya'ab ba'ax a u taasik waye'.”

(I am both the sea and the air but I am not what has brought you here.)

“That’s when you lost me. I’m not fluent in your language. Nowhere near it, actually.”

“I am surprised you know what little you do.”

“I tend to learn quickly, given if the subject interests me.” You don’t know why you said it like that and to save yourself from any further embarrassment, you kept talking. “I didn’t expect to see this again. The mask. I thought I had dropped it last time we met, well, not last time exactly. The time before that. After the cave. Oh! The turtle is doing really well, by the way. There’s a small facility in Izamal and they’ve been doing a great job. They don’t have many animals currently so she’s been the star of the show.”

He extended out his hand and instinctively you placed whatever you had in your hands into his. He examined your mask for a moment before removing the mouth piece that had been attached by his people and held it up for you.

“Should the hard surface ever be compromised, this will allow you to breathe underneath the water until you are able to reach the surface.” He explained before he placed it back inside and it seemed to readily attach itself. “I am glad to hear that the creature is recovering.”

“I was wondering what that was for. Thank you.”

“The markings around it will give you safe passage should you be at depths where my people may see you.”

“That is very generous. Truly. Dios bo’otik.”

(Thank you)

You had nothing to give and even if you did you doubt that there was anything you could find that would please a man like him. He had given away too much information about his kingdom, aside from that fact that it did exist and it was as vast as the oceans, but just by how he looks you knew that there was little he could want. 

The oceans had always held riches and they were all his.

Perhaps that is why you gestured to the place beside you on the beach where you sat. You did not have riches or great knowledge to share but you could guess that a man who took care of an entire empire rarely got a moment of peace. You had the sense that you were right when he wordlessly took his place next to you.

He glanced at the oceans sparkling in delight at having his attention while you looked around for a moment, noticing the silence signaling the bird’s departure. For a moment you did consider if you had even truly seen it. He made no mention of it.

“There are not many that inhabit this area. The closest village still sits a good distance away from the pyramid’s beaches.” He observed.

“My, um, mentor had a research cabin built not far from the bay. That’s where I spend my time. The locals are cautious enough to build away. I’m sure it would make storm season just that more difficult to deal with if they were this close to the water.”

They were cautious but not only because of the storms. There were many stories that this beach held. Stories written by the Spanish of a demon that came from the water and cursed the land as hellfire rained down and destroyed what they had built. Stories from the villagers of an angry god that protected the area, that flew above the waters and feared nothing.

“Do you not fear the storms?”

“There are other things to worry about.” You surprised yourself with your honestly and made a point to evade his gaze when he turned to look at you.

“What do you fear?”

You kept your expression neutral, a mask you wore that was well practiced. It concealed your thoughts well enough. You were sure that he was not one of them; he clearly wasn’t from your world but there was nothing guaranteeing that it was safe to speak to him. You didn’t know him well enough. You didn’t know him at all.

He read you easily.

“My people were from these lands. They also did not fear the storms. They worshiped the god of the rain knowing that prosperity and new life would come after each strike of the clouds that would produce the rain and the thunder.”

“They were brave.”

“To put your trust in something unknown to you is a symbol of bravery.” His eyes met yours this time and though his tone was purely conversational, the meaning did not go over your head. “This world has forced many to hide who they are. It has taken their identities from them, made them ashamed of who they are. My people were freed of that fate. We were given something much greater this land.”

“I can only imagine what it looks like.” Your smile was soft but full of wonder. “I used to dream of finding Atlantis as a kid. In one of the homes I was in I found a map of the world in the basement. I spent so many days that summer reading all I could about it at the library and then running home and circling where I thought it was. A world away from this one? What I wouldn’t have given to just…disappear.”

“My city is called Talokan.”

“Talokan.” You carefully copied his pronunciation and felt proud when he nodded, pleased. “Do you spend a lot of time up here? For someone who lives at the bottom of the ocean you seem to have a pretty good understanding of what happens on the land.”

“It would be unwise of me not to know the ways your world changes. Many things tend to stay the same from my experience. It is key to notice what developments there are.” He continued. “I am from the sea as I am from here. My mother was from the surface world. These lands were hers. The god of rain had spoken to our shaman and through his blessing we were able to discover a way to live within the water. I was the first child born to my people. I am a mutant.”

Your reaction had given him just what he wanted.

It was a confirmation of what he had theorized from the moment he began to understand your connection to his world.

“Don’t say that!” Your words were harsh and your eyes were wide, standing to look around you as if you had forgotten it was the middle of the night and no one but the god shared the beach with you.

Everything told you to run.

You had not said, thought, or even acknowledged the existence of that word in years when you thought you had finally gotten away from it. You had outrun it. You had traveled the world, hopping from place to place, leaving few tracks and enjoying the safety of the oceans for years. 

So many years. 

Anger and fear had kept you alive for a long time.

You were not going to consider how your actions were disrespectful. It didn’t matter. He had been kind only to take advantage of your curiosity. You could handle the questioning, you could handle the looks of suspicion, all of that you could remain neutral to but that word, that damned word, would always find you.

He stood and watched as you walked closer to the water and threw the mask into the waves. He could see how angry you were at your own reaction, at the fact you left your emotions slip. You were choosing to stand your ground and defend your reaction. He could see that when you turned to him, eyes raging, dress caught in the breeze, moonlight forming a halo around you; you were a sight to behold.

“You can take your mask and stay the hell away from me.” Your eyes were watering and that only added to your fury.

“They have made you run for so long.”

He took a step closer to you. 

He was being cautious not because he feared he would be harmed but because there was something growing inside of him from the first time he met you. He couldn’t explain what it was. It went beyond you being a mutant. That wasn’t important. He wanted you to understand that you did not have to live in that fear that others forced you to feel because you were different.

Something deep within him was answering to the pull that brought him to you.

You held a hand in front of you. “Stay away from me!”

The king stood still as the once gentle waves rushed forward. It wasn’t an attack and he would not label it as one but the water had moved forward aggressively only to pool at his feet before sinking into the sand and retreating. You seemed shocked by this too; quickly lowering your hand and turning to look at the pools you had been exploring that were now filled to the brim with water.

A little crab had been displaced from his pool by the wave and was making his way back.

He did not move as you quickly made your way back to the tree line and disappeared. Your expression had gone from anger, to shock, to fear at the mention of a single word. There was no more proof needed. It had not been a coincidence that night and it had not been your instincts either. The water did not only call to you but it answered your own call for protection, even if it was just a gentle push back; it had answered your call against him.

Your mask lay at his feet. Once again brought back to the shore.

He took it in his hands and admired the craftsmanship of his people. He knew you had liked it too, he had seen you admiring it. The inscription on the side held a message. He doubted you understood it.  Perhaps one day he would tell you or your curiosity would lead you to the answer.

☀

The beach was soon left empty. 

It’s two inhabitants returning to their homes each with a chest filled with swirling emotions.

The god bowed his head in greeting to his people as he walked into his hut and laid the siibil (gift) he had made for you on the table that sat in the middle of the room. He had enjoyed the moment of peace at your side. But there was no time to focus on what was but rather on what will be. Tomorrow’s sun will rise and there is no guarantee you would be seen again. But there was a change in the wind and something told him, deep down, that you would be in Zama for many more sunrises.

He took the shell that had his paints and turned to the wall behind him.

This was only the beginning. 

☀

(Author's Note: I did take inspiration from the movie and I've been doing quite a bit of research to try and be as respectful as possible! I had the reader wandering to water as Queen Ramonda expressed that's how she found peace (I thought it would be interesting to have the reader find the opposite of peace doing the same thing), Zama is where the pyramid is located (which is modern day Tulum outside of the MCU), and the Maya did use nets to fish and you could see the Talokanil using nets a lot in that glorious scene where Shuri got a tour in the movie. Next Chapter should be up in a week! Thank you for all your support and for reading!)

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(A/N: Also, someone had asked me why I use the sun as my little dividers! The Maya saw the sun as a symbol of a new age; K'uk'ulkan brought the sun to his people, signaling that new age! Thought it would be nice to include it in!)

[coraniaid]

Trick or treat!

Over the past summer I was working on a Season 3 fanfic in which Buffy and Faith got mixed up in something supernatural while on patrol together during Halloween. It ended up getting pretty long -- the current draft is well over eight thousand words -- but I just wasn't able to finish it. (To be honest, I lost confidence in the actual supernatural incident and I just couldn't bring myself to rework more than half the story.)

I'm pretty pleased with the opening, though: I think I captured their early season dynamic pretty well. Anyway, see for yourself below the readmore [and apologies for the abrupt ending: this fragment wasn't supposed to stand alone when I wrote it]. Maybe next year I'll try to rework this into something complete.

Halloween, 1998

“Remind me again what we’re doing out here, B?”

Buffy manages not to roll her eyes.  Barely.  Not that the other Slayer would have seen her doing it anyway.  Still, it’s the principle of the thing.  She’s supposed to be playing nice.

“We’ve been over this already, Faith,” she says, as patiently as she can.  “Remember?”

Faith’s a little bit ahead of her, striding confidently off into the darkness.  It’s been a couple of weeks since the other Slayer arrived in Sunnydale, and the two of them are still figuring out how the whole joint patrolling thing is going to work.  Except that Faith has already seemed to decide that it won’t ever involve slowing down and listening to what Buffy has to tell her.  Even if she’s been here – been a Slayer – for years before Faith showed up.  For some reason Faith seems to think that she should be the one in charge.

Whenever school ends, Buffy heads to the library to report in to Giles, and there Faith is, waiting for her.  Impatient, bored.  Zoning through whatever Giles has to tell them, then grabbing hold of Buffy and dragging her away before she can even talk to Willow about the homework they both have.  And what does Faith care about that, anyway? She doesn’t even go to school here.  She doesn’t even go to school anywhere.

(It occurs to Buffy, belatedly, that she’s never asked Faith what she gets up to during the day when Buffy is in school.  Or what exactly she’s doing to afford a place at that motel she’s still staying at, even after Kakistos’s goons had shown up one night and trashed the place.  Not that she thinks Faith would deign to tell her if she did ask.  Maybe Giles is taking care of it, she thinks.  He must be, right?) 

Faith just shrugs in response to Buffy’s question.  Turns to face Buffy, but without stopping: which means she’s now walking backwards into the dark, not that she looks at all worried about this.

“Yeah,” she says, casually.  “I know.  That’s why I said ‘again’.”

Faith can’t be struggling for money too badly, Buffy thinks.  She’d shown up at the library tonight dressed up in yet another new outfit.  Black boots, leather pants, a lower cut top than anything Buffy’s mom would ever let her get away with wearing, denim jacket with pockets large enough to hold a stake.  She’s also apparently decided to wear Buffy’s patience as thin as possible tonight.

“Giles says there have been reports of strange things going on out here,” Buffy says, as calmly as she can manage.  “Maybe not entirely of the natural.  Maybe dangerous.  Maybe worth checking out?”

‘Here’ being the Sunnydale Amusement Park … or what’s left of it, anyway.  According to her Mom, the first Mayor of Sunnydale had had it built back in the 1920s to try to attract people to visit the town.  However well that had worked, the Park had only lasted until the big earthquake, a decade later.  The quake that had trapped the Master in the Hellmouth (not that her Mom knew about that part) had done a lot of damage to the rest of the town as well.  It had also wrecked most of the park; and nobody had ever felt like rebuilding it.  All that’s left now is the ruins she and Faith are wandering through.  A few boarded-up buildings, what’s left of a wooden rollercoaster and something that was meant to be a fountain-powered water feature but ended up being a stagnant artificial lake covered in discarded litter and algae blooms. 

“But Di–“ Faith freezes, just for a second.  Looks a bit less cocky for a moment before she collects herself.  “I mean, my old Watcher, she said vamps never came out on Halloween.  Said they thought it was too commercial, or something.“

Di must be the name of Faith’s old Watcher, Buffy guesses.  They’ve not talked about her – or about what happened to her – since the night they killed Kakistos.  Faith obviously didn’t want to, and Buffy didn’t know how to bring it up without pissing her off.  My first Watcher died too, she could tell her.  We’re not that different.  I know what it’s like.  

But what if she said all that only for Faith to just brush her off, or worse?  What if Faith laughed in her face and said it wasn’t the same at all?  At least Faith had been there, for her Watcher.  At least she’d tried.  Buffy hadn’t even managed that much.  She hadn’t even been there when Merrick died.

“Giles told me that before, too,” she agrees instead.  “But that doesn’t mean nothing supernatural can be happening. Vamps aren’t the only black hats in this town.”

Faith looks at her a little skeptically, in that frustrating way she always does.  Like Buffy’s the inexperienced one; the one who needs the facts of how the world works patiently explained to her.

“I mean,” Buffy continues, “Last Halloween some old friend of Giles cast a spell that turned us all into our costumes.”

That’s part of why she’s out here tonight, actually.  Not just trying to impress Giles with her work ethic.  She isn’t exactly in the mood for something like that to happen again.  Besides, it beats being volunteered for something worse by Principal Snyder.

A part of her was hoping Faith would ask for details: that she’d get to show that she wasn’t the only one with wild stories about her exploits, even if none of hers involved wrestling alligators or fighting vampires in the nude.  Faith doesn’t seem too interested in that though.

“It’s probably just a couple of kids looking for a place to screw around,” she says airily, looking around casually.  “I mean, this’d be a great place for it.”

You say that wherever we go on patrol, Buffy thinks (but manages not to say).  Faith really needs some new material.

They’ve made it to roughly the middle of the old park by now.  No sign of anything strange going on.  Just a cluster of crumbling buildings, gazing down with locked doors and shattered windows on the dark water of the unplanned lake.  She can hear the distant sound of frogs and see a few twinkling fireflies further from the shore.  No sign of any of the strange noises or mysterious lights Giles’ had warned them to expect.

“So, what did you dress up as?” Faith asks her abruptly, breaking the silence. “No, wait, let me guess: Supergirl?  I could see you in a cape and a miniskirt.”

She looks Buffy up and down, making a show of frowning thoughtfully.

“Or … I know.  Some kind of fairy tale princess, right?” she guesses, smirking. “I bet you’d love that.  Everyone else scraping and bowing and letting you do whatever you wanted.   Living in a big palace and having everything you wanted in life just handed to you.”

Buffy doesn’t say anything, but she can’t stop her cheeks from reddening slightly.  Why is she always like this? she thinks.  I was trying to be nice.

“I knew it!” Faith crows delightedly, apparently – and, infuriatingly, correctly – taking her silence as some kind of confession.  “You’re so predictable, B.  You know that Halloween’s about trying to be someone different, right? You might as well have gone as a cheerleader.”

“Well, I’m sorry for not dressing up like a … a streetwalker,” Buffy offers weakly, aware she’s sounding a little too much like her mother.  And maybe that would have been okay, if she’d left it there, but a part of her can’t help but adding, much too sweetly, “You know, we don’t all have your fashion sense, Faith.”

“You got a problem with how I dress, Buffy?” Faith asks her, softly, after just the briefest of pauses.

Buffy hesitates.  She has the brief thrill of knowing she’s landed a hit, followed by an immediate feeling of guilt and the vague sense that she’s somehow stepped over a line she wasn’t supposed to cross.  It’s not fair, some childish voice in her head complains.  She started it.

Maybe this joint patrolling thing just isn’t going to work.  Maybe she’s been on her own too long.  Maybe Sunnydale is just too small to be anything but a one Slayer town.  Maybe she should just tell Faith that.

“Look, maybe we should split up for now,” she says instead.  “Cover more ground that way.  Meet you back here in twenty minutes?”

“Fine by me, B,” the other Slayer says cooly, already turning away.  “Try not to have too much fun on your own.”

[duckapus]

Avatar Wario AU Stuff I Came Up With At Work Today

With Mario being mostly his Game Canon self with a side of Meme like Luigi is, Peach doesn't have any reason to devolve into a one-note raging bitch, and thus is in no position to be declaring Anime a public safety hazard. Instead it's set into motion by Diamond City's mayor, who was at their wit's end dealing with the WarioWare Crew's antics before Wario became the Avatar and got even worse. Objectively speaking a city-wide ban isn't as bad as a kingdom-wide ban, but it does set a concerning precedent, so it's just as vital that WarioWare and the Glitchy Gang fight it.

As I very heavily implied, in this timeline Meggy's the one who experiences Fake Sephiroth 2 Electric Boogaloo and Desti's the one who gets Zucced and turned into a Human/Octoling/Whatever hybrid.

It takes a certain type of person to willingly be around even a normal Wario long-term, let alone this one. Desti turns out to be the right type of person, while the rest of the Octo-Posse decidedly Are Not.

She actually ends up joining WarioWare Inc. after the final tournament since she likes the rest of Wario's friends and the pay's actually pretty good despite...well, you know. She does, however, still go through a similar crisis of "what do I do with my life now?"/Severe Untreated PTSD combo that Meggy did in canon, including the part about trying to go on a vacation. Not sure what she eventually decides, since I don't want to just have her become a sports coach exactly like Meggy did. She is her own person after all.

Since Mario isn't crazy stupid he didn't go through Mario's Home Alone. Instead he just found Melony somewhere and took her home because he thought a melon with a beanie was cool.

Also instead of having the same Headgear as Meggy Melony's base form has a beanie with a design based on her humanoid form's hoodie.

While Melony was Meggy's parody in SMG3's play, she ends up as Desti's anti-cast counterpart because "Melonsti" still gets "dies" during the confrontation backstage. Also Wario and Waluigi get counterparts because they were involved in two of the arcs

Since Zer0 doesn't know who the Avatar is any more than anyone else, once his eye escapes 3's Guardian Pod he has to do some research... which mostly involves bingeing 4's channel to see if it has any clues. Because of this he learns a lot about the Crew, finds out about Meggy's death, and gets a truly twisted idea.

...Yeah Meggy gets brought back to life just so she can be subjected to a heavily modified version of Axol's role in the arc. Worse, because Zer0 needs a living host he goes all Frankenstein-style on her two-years-dead waterlogged corpse and fills in the gaps with some pirate bones he found, what little was left of Francis after he got Zucced and Super Blown Up, and a bit of his own code.

As a result, she's now 50% Human, 40% Inkling, 9% Chameleon, 1% SMG, has a little fragment of Francis's soul inside her own complete one, and is possessed by/fused with an eldritch abomination.

Since he can make use of Meggy and Francis's abilities, as well as a currently limited version of his own, Zer0 doesn't need to lure Wario in by forcing E. Gadd to make a bunch of Shreks and instead just attacks WarioWare Inc. directly. He is severely underestimating Wario and his friends so this still leads to the whole bunker thing.

Melony, Mario, Desti and Axol all manage to get inside "Eldritch Fraggy" during the final rap battle, and with four of them there instead of just one they actually manage to free her.

Once she's out there's more than just the Trauma to deal with. I mean for one thing she's still part lizard and has a piece of her worst enemy living rent-free in the very core of her Self, and that has Significant Effects.

Appearance-wise she's now about as tall as Luigi, she got patches of scales on different parts of her body, including a pair of ridges along wither side of her jawline and a light scattering of tiny ones across her nose where her mask should be that kind of look like green freckles. She also has a long, semi-prehensile tail that's a lot stronger than it looks, and a long sticky tongue like a Yoshi's. And she can turn invisible.

Unfortunately having a bit of Francis in her has affected her personality, though not by very much. She now likes tech and (unfortunately) anime, though the latter is just a general appreciation rather that the full-on horrifying obsession Francis had, and she's picked up a couple of his mannerisms (the first time she realizes that she's called some cool gadget "High-Technicaaal" she nearly has an aneurism)

She's also picked up his poor eyesight, and she's in denial about needing glasses for a while.

Still decides to become a professional coach at least, because she's still mostly Meggy.

Moves in with the Mario Bros after everything blows over since she does need a place to stay, at least until she's no longer Legally Dead.

[tanya-shiza]

Shi Qiong and Macaque // LMK Cracked Bone AU

I swear, I just wanted to post a short post with a nice art and sketch, and not describe my AU 😭😭😭

I'm not a fan of the Mystic Mayor and Macaque (ShadowPuppet) ship, but I like their interaction. I have a small AU (Let's call it «Cracked Bone»? Idk-) that revolves around the fact that the Lady Bone Demon brought Macaque: the Mayor is jealous, the Lady forbids being jealous, and Macaque likes to tease the Mayor and ruin his reputation in the eyes of the Lady Bone Demon. 😃

The whole context is: Demon Bull King releases the Lady Bone Demon from her crypt, but Her body didn't turn into bones. She got free, but Sun Wukong quickly defeated her, before she had time to get stronger. Now she has to hide in the apartment of her servant, the Mayor. Shi Qiong really works as a Mayor of the Megapolis and loves his job.

As Chief of War, Shi Qiong was killed by Pilgrims, but the Lady resurrected him, spending her strength not on protect herself, but on his life. This weakened her and allowed the Monk to imprison her in the crypt. In a panic, the resurrection went wrong, changing the Mayor forever. He used to be a serious, stoic warrior, but now he's more like a 14 year old cute, silly boy in love with his goddess (simp).

Yes, I made all this up just to make the Mayor a silly cute boy. I'm a cringe and I proud.🤙😎

Usually, events occur at a time when Icy Lady is sick and sits at home, and the Mayor and Macaque are running around the city and looking for bone fragments. Once all of the bone's fragments is collected, Lady will be able to regain her true form, which Sun Wukong destroyed. That's why AU is called a «Cracked Bone».

Some interactions between Shi Qiong and Macaque 😋 :

[noroi1000]

Honored One shot no.4 - @ritsatoru

„Strongest hero - Spiderman Gojo”

"People don't know a better hero than you. You are considered the best. Why do you think?"

"Maaa... I shouldn't be giving interviews. After all, we don't want my face to show." He laughed. "Provided you don't ask me personal questions, I can talk a bit."

"So why do people think you're the best?"

"Because I am the strongest." He answered simply.

His black eyes on the outfit seemed to sparkle every time. It was no different now.

"People don't doubt it! But Mr. Spiderman, is there a secret that makes you so strong?"

"There is no such thing. And if there was, I wouldn't say so."

"What do you think people's reaction would be if they saw your face?"

"I'm not sure. A lot of people say I'm handsome. Especially women who can't keep their eyes off me. Even if I'm without a mask."

"Oh... Are you single?" The host holding the microphone asked. She blushed slightly.

"I won't say no, and I won't say yes. I can't tell." He put his finger where his mouth was under the mask.

Behind the mask was fun. Even though he was a hero, he liked that people didn't know his face.

"Let's continue our interview." The man next to the woman said, making her mind snap back to reality.

"Oh, yes...." she murmured looking at the list. "Oh, we got a very interesting letter from an anonymous person. This is the only letter we've accepted to read on air."

"Go ahead. I still have some time." He said, sitting in a chair with a long leg crossed over the other.

A white outfit with blue and purple fragments hugged his body.

"Okay, I'll start. I warmly welcome all people who will know the words of this letter. I'm so excited to send this. I'm your fan, Spiderman. I love you so much. You're so tall and your outfit suits you so well. I don't regret seeing you in this and not in ordinary clothes, because you leave no room for imagination. Your outfit suits you so well. I'd like to know what your face looks like. Why these colors on your outfit? What color are your hair and eyes? Skin color? I'd like to meet you in real life, because that's me, the girl you saved when you first appeared. I thought something sparked between us. And when you talked to me, I felt that you felt the same. I wrote to the movie station so I might get a reply. It was the only way for you to get that message. I love you. my hero. Your exploits are wonderful and I don't regret ever getting into danger so you could save me."

"Is that the text of the letter? Or maybe some love message? I'm sure it didn't have any interesting information." He replied with his arms crossed over his chest.

"It's all written in the letter. And now we'd like to ask you what really connects you to this girl." She said with a smile as she set the letter aside.

"What does that have to do with the interview? There were no private questions.

"Thousands of people are watching us! Since she loves you, she won't reveal your identity to others. You can tell what your relationship is like."

"Depends on who wrote the letter..."

"The girl you saved when you first appeared. You spoke to her shortly after."

"I don't recognize her."

"You don't have to pretend."

"I really don't remember."

"The daughter of the city mayor." She said.

"Oh! I remember her now! That's the girl who tried to seduce me in the alley right after." He said seriously.

"Isn't that too much of an accusation? Besides, we have no evidence to believe that–" He interrupted her.

"Do you believe a spoiled girl who would like to have a famous boyfriend and money, or someone who constantly risks his life for you?"

Suddenly there was silence in the studio.

"If there are no more questions, I'm leaving. I have other things to do than sit here."

He got up, and immediately, without stopping, left there. He didn't care what people thought of him after this.

There was one person waiting for him.

And what happened in that place could have been very painful for her.

Because he never wanted to tell you that the girl he saved was getting into his pants right away.

He recently told you that he didn't know if you guys could even be together because he was a hero. And as a hero, he can't endanger anyone.

He was afraid something bad would happen to you.

But before he broke your heart, he said he loves you and he won't stop loving you.

That's why you told him you didn't care if something happened to you or not.

You just want to be with him.

And the strongest hero promised to protect you. That's why you were there. With him.

And as he guessed, you were watching a program interviewing him.

And as he entered, he took off his mask, and adjusted his unruly white hair a little.

"Honey?" He called when he saw you on the couch.

A pillow in your hands.

"Why did you come here?" you asked.

"Baby..."

"You don't like girls who want a famous boyfriend and money. You think the same about me, don't you?"

"NO! It's not like that!" He sat next to you on the couch.

"I loved you before you were so famous... And now I find out some whore tried to seduce you in an alley?"

"It doesn't matter because I rejected her. Baby, I only love you." He said kissing the side of your head. "I didn't tell you because you already have a hard enough life with me. But I don't want to lose you."

You threw back your pillow, cuddling up to him.

"You have a lot of horny fans."

"I know. But I only love my one fan. My girlfriend is my #1 fan~."

You laughed quietly.

"I knew you couldn't be mad at me."

"Even if I were throwing knives at you, you would avoid it." You laughed.

"I would accept that you do this because I don't want to lose you. You are everything I have. I care about you the most."

You grabbed his tight suit.

"I'm sick of every girl who sees you falling in love with you. If they knew what your face looked like, it would be even worse." You said, squeezing his hands around him.

"Aww, my sweet girlfriend is jealous of me? And honey, you just said I'm very handsome." He murmured in your ear.

A small blush on your cheeks as you hid in his chest.

"If you want, we can show people that we're a couple. Or rather, that their character has a girlfriend."

You still heard his soft words in your ears as you stood on the sidewalk after your boyfriend stopped a bank robbery.

You were passing by, and suddenly you saw a figure in a white suit hanging from a lamp, while the police were standing nearby taking people to prison.

As always, Satoru did a great job.

You smiled slightly as you pushed your way through the crowds to pass.

But a pair of blue eyes must have seen you.

That's why people suddenly shouted glad that he was closer to the crowd.

He jumped on a street lamp that was standing near you.

People often scream when they see him doing something. That's why you ignored it.

You had your phone in your hand, checking the subway schedule.

But your face suddenly got caught. You looked up in shock to see your boyfriend's bright mask.

"Where are you going? No hello?" he asked, laughing slightly. "How about a kiss?"

His hands let go of your cheeks.

You smiled slightly, and he lifted his mask with two fingers to reveal his mouth, halfway down his nose.

You saw his characteristic smile.

"Why are you smiling like an idiot?" you asked, running your finger across his jaw.

His smile only widened.

"Can't I smile when I see my lovely girl?"

"Oh, shut up." You groaned and grabbed his hand.

Then he pulled you forward so your lips collided with his.

[moonpiepig]

Love-struck - Chapter 7

“Who are you and how do you know my mother?” Y/N demanded, standing her ground and ignoring her muscles screaming for escape. 

The mayor laughed darkly. “Oh, I think you know the answer to that, little devil slayer.” He turned his back to her and ran his hand along a bookcase, stopping at a slim, red, leatherbound book and pushing it further into the bookshelf with a flourish. The bookcase clicked and swung inwards, revealing a life sized statue of a man with a large tome in each hand. Black candles were stood at the foot of the statue, morphing and twisting Zeref’s sharp, stone features in the flickering light. “I was the one who found your traitor mother’s body.” 

A spark of recognition lit in Y/N’s mind. A younger man with chestnut hair instead of white, wrinkles less deep and two arms instead of one, called and beckoned her smiling father to work in her memory. A man who had sat across from her at the dinner table, carving a roast chicken her mother had made while her father dished out vegetables. Her mother packing a suitcase and rushing out the door. This man dragging her inside her home, bloodied, after she had been found. “Why aren’t you at the village?”

“These past few years have been especially rough,” he spat and touched his shoulder where his sleeve was carefully pinned. “After your mother’s efforts to thwart our plans, more and more cockroaches crawled out from the floorboards trying to put a stop to everything we worked hard for. We had to split up into smaller groups to gather more followers and raise an army for Lord Zeref.”

“The eggs…”

“Exactly. I was going to raise and train the beasts until that monster burnt everything I built to ashes. I was hoping you would have a similar fate…” The mayor closed the hidden room abruptly and took a step closer to Y/N. “But no matter. I can deal with you instead!” 

Y/N launched herself backwards as black clouds formed around the mayor, splayed her palms and sent dark, crackling energy towards him, just as the door sprung open and Laxus sprinted inside, shouting her name and bracing for a fight. The dark lightning hit his chest at full force and he crashed into the desk, sending everything on top flying, and crying out in pain. Papers floated to the ground and a brandy glass shattered upon impact. Y/N scanned the room but the mayor was nowhere to be seen. She rushed over to Laxus, her heart pounding in her ears and her stomach lurched once she took in the scene before her. Laxus was breathing jaggedly and a large piece of broken wood had pierced through his chest. Blood ran down from the wound, soaking into his t-shirt and dripping into a pool on the floor. Y/N fell to her knees and pressed hard around the wood, desperately trying stop the flow and choking back stinging tears.

“It’ll be okay,” she croaked. “We’ll get you to the infirmary and you’ll get fixed up in no time.”

He shook his head slowly, frowning with effort. She felt his large, warm hand envelop hers, pulling it away from the wound and up to his lips. He smiled at her, but it didn’t quite reach his shining eyes. “I’m glad you came back,” he whispered and took his last breath. 

The world stopped and fell silent and Y/N stared at Laxus’ serene face, willing him to move. And then two year’s worth of unspoken words crashed down on top of her and her lungs exploded with painful sobs as she held his face in her hands, kissing him gently and begging him to wake up. Eventually, exhaustion took over and she sat on the floor, cradling him in her arms, tears dried up. Brandy had mixed with Laxus’ blood and the fragments of glass lay nearby. 

A thought struck Y/N like a match supporting a tiny flame of hope. She scrambled to her feet, grabbed the largest piece of glass and held it up to the light. The glass was dull and reflected coloured lights that did not exist, omitting her reflection completely. She dropped the shard and examined her surroundings carefully. Everything appeared exactly as she remembered it from the last time she was there. Movement caught her eye from a corner of the room, a dark, floating mist, barely visible. She whipped around to face it, summoning dark sparks from deep within her that coursed down through her arms and balled in her palms. She raised her hands and the lightning shot towards the mist, forcing the mayor’s form to appear as it hurt him. Laxus’ body faded into nothing and the desk looked untouched. 

“Well done,” the mayor said, slightly breathless with pain. “You broke the illusion much quicker than last time.”

“You were the guy at the farm?!” She lunged at him, swinging her right arm towards his face. He dodged and the breath was knocked out of her as his fist connected with her stomach. She stumbled back and grabbed a large tome from a shelf and slammed it into the side of his head, sending him crashing into a bookcase. Y/N rushed forward, dark energy coursing through her and brought her arm down into him, but just before she reached him, he vanished and the lightning cracked the ground, tearing up the stone floor and leaving a large crater. Anger welled up, burning her from the inside and she frantically searched for the black mist revealing his location. “NO MORE TRICKS!” she yelled into the empty space. 

“Fine.” He appeared behind her, grabbing a fistfull of her hair and bringing her to her knees. “You have caused me more trouble than you are worth, girl. You and your bitch mother.”

Black spots danced before her and fury numbed her pain. Darkness blossomed from her elbow down to her fingertip and the energy around her grew. Her mum’s smiling faces appeared in her mind. A cold pew. Mumbled verses. Burning sage. A warm hug. Her mum’s perfume. Her body crumpled and motionless in the grass. “How dare you bad mouth her,” she shouted. “She saw right through your motives. She died trying to fix things. Zeref will destroy us all!”

The current grew stronger, dancing around her limbs and distorting menacing shadows writhing along the walls. She twisted and jerked her elbow backwards until it found it’s soft target and the mayor doubled over, spewing curses at her. His grip on her hair loosened just enough for her to shake herself free and shoulder him to the ground. 

“You think you’ve figured it all out just like your mother did.” The man flailed, grabbed a small knife concealed beneath his jacket and swung it at her legs, grazing her skin enough to draw blood. “You stand there and blame the village for her death-”

“She tried to escape! She wanted to leave but you all trapped her,” Y/N yelled. “You gave her no choice but to… but to…” The memories of that day, alone in the bathroom with nothing but a candle and a book came flooding back. Bane particles had swarmed around her, infecting her as it was absorbed into her body and turned into a dark kind of magic. She saw a demon in the dark, unsure if he was real or not, watching with glee as she writhed in pain. The feeling of betrayal still left a bitter taste in her mouth as the echoes of her screams for her parents rang out. 

“Well, I should at least thank you for killing her,” the mayor sneered. “It made my job a lot easier that day.” He leaped forward, grabbed the brandy glass from the desk and hurled it at her face before attempting to disappear behind another illusion. Y/N’s vision went blurry as the glass collided with her forehead, slicing a deep gash above her eye. Blinded by the blood trickling down her face and rage, she let the lightning course through her and then splayed her palms once more, sending a massive blast of darkness into the mayor’s back. He screamed as it hit him and he crashed through the entrance to the office. There was a sickening crack as he slammed against the corridor wall and collapsed to the ground, unconscious but twitching from the current flowing through him. 

Y/N stepped out into the corridor to find Laxus sprinting closer. She saw his steps falter once he observed her face slick with blood and the black marks of devil slayer magic painted on her arm mixing brilliantly with the red welts and scrapes already blossoming into bruises. She forced a deep breath, feeling the air fill her lungs, and watched the black marks slowly begin to fade. Laxus pulled her into a hug and her muscles relaxed and the adrenaline and anger waned, leaving her exhausted.

“What happened?” Laxus asked, his voice muffled in her hair. 

“He…” Y/N swallowed her words. She knew if Laxus found out that he was the person behind her torture during their time apart, he would want revenge. No amount of pain inflicted on the man could bring enough satisfaction for either of them and Laxus would only be burdened by this knowledge, just as she was. “He knew my parents,” she mumbled, and felt him nod with understanding. She had told him about her past when they were teenagers and he had accepted her then, just as she had always accepted him and all that hid behind his mask of strength. Laxus knew she was a murderer capable of hurting those she held close but still, he was here, holding her tightly as if she might fade away, tethering her to the shore whenever her guilt almost drowned her.  

“Now I definitely think our job here is done, Y/N,” he said softly, unwrapping his arms from around her and offering one to escort her back to their room. She agreed and let herself be led away without looking back at the unconscious old man. 

Y/N awoke to the sound of Laxus triumphantly waving a rather large pouch of coins by the entrance. “That’ll last us a good few weeks,” she remarked, slowly propping herself up and wincing from the pain pulsing deep in her muscles. 

“Not with the plans I have in mind,” Laxus smirked, bounding up to the bed to sit by her side. 

“Oh yeah? And what exactly are those plans?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” he chuckled, grinning widely and resting one hand on her leg. His eyes softened suddenly and he tilted her chin up towards him, hesitating slightly before closing his eyes and gently pressing his warm lips against hers. The uncomfortable barrier between them shattered as the familiarity of the kiss brought them closer. Laxus drew back, eyebrows raised in question and she answered with a smile. He cupped her face and kissed her deeper, more urgently, searching for the memories of each other that had been lost. She could feel her heart pounding as she reached inside his shirt and traced the lines of his body, slowly making her way down until - Laxus moaned softly and hoisted her up onto his lap. He undressed her, careful not to injure her further, and kissed her down past the nape of her neck to the curve of her breast, teasing with a flick of his tongue across her nipple. She fumbled with his zip and they fell into an old routine, moving mechanically and enjoying the thrill of discovering each other again until they lay wrapped up in each others arms, exhausted.

“We should shower and get going soon,” Laxus murmured into her shoulder. “We have a train to catch.”  

[nocteacakes]

Lucy Gray makes a deal with a demon

// snowbaird, demon!Coryo AU, 630 words

*(inspiration from addie larue, 'my demon', and the lovely @allbridgesburn and @/deadslowburn on twt; prompt 'I swear to you' from @/snowbairdprompt on twt)

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"Don't make deals after dark — and never make deals with demons." Her mother and father had warned her countless times as a child, but Lucy Gray was desperate.

Scraps of old stories and fragments of folktales were all she had to go on, but she was determined to succeed. The alternative — there was no other alternative. The Covey would die. She hurried deeper into the twilight woods.

A broken bell, a crow’s feather, a sooty candle stub — placed in the hallow of a rotting tree. She knelt gingerly in front of the hole, spreading out her skirts. She had never been much for praying; she chose to believe in things that she could change. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage like a shawl around her and began to sing.

Her mother had always said that Lucy Gray could sing the dead from their graves. She didn’t want an army of undead right now. Just one single demon.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be making deals with devils.”

She broke off singing and whirled around. The voice — low and enticing — had come from somewhere behind her. It was too dark to see anything.

“Come out where I can see you.” She didn’t come to make deals with ghosts.

A slim, impossibly tall person materialised from nowhere. He was dressed in an expensive-looking black suit with a beautiful white rose in the breast pocket. In the darkness, his tousled golden hair fell over his eyes like shimmering stardust.

His eyes. The demon’s eyes shone crystal blue like the lake in high summer. She felt an overwhelming urge to dive in. However, unlike the lake, she didn’t know what lay beneath the surface. She quickly stood up, dusting off her skirt.

He bowed mockingly. “One all-powerful demon at your service. My name’s Snow.” He smiled at her, his perfect teeth glinting.

Lucy Gray didn’t waste time. “I need help. I think the mayor of the town is trying to kill me and my family.” She spoke with a confidence she did not feel. “My name’s Lucy Gray,” she added as an afterthought.

Snow’s smile turned devious. “A murder plot, you say? Sounds delicious. And what would you like me to do for you? Unfortunately, as much as I’d love to, I can’t just kill the mayor; I do have some restrictions on my abilities.”

Lucy Gray’s eyes went wide. “No, oh gosh no, I don’t need him dead. I just need…” She faltered. What did she want exactly?

He stepped closer, and at this distance he towered over Lucy Gray even more than before. “Be sure you make it worth it.” He leaned down and she felt his breath brush across her forehead, an cold, icy tendril like his name. “After all, I haven’t tasted a soul in a very long time.” A finger reached out and brushed the shell of her ear.

Lucy Gray jerked back. “How do I know you won’t go back on your word, or just take my soul after a certain amount of time?” The enormity and ridiculousness of what she had just done hit her in the chest. She had summoned a demon — a demon who would have her soul when he was done with her.

His eyes darkened to the deep blue of the lake during a winter night. “I swear to you, so long as our contract is active, I will always fulfill the terms to the best of my ability. I collect upon completion, never before.” There was no jesting in his tone.

What choice did she have? None. There were no other paths open to her.

“Then, I accept your terms.”

[uncovering-sumac]

So Long, Sumac by Del Blauschild

Hey loyal readers! This is the last time you'll hear from me for at least a little while. Sumac's tourism board is taking a break while we sort a few things out. We're not an official newspaper and we could get in trouble for running our mouths (and pens), so here are a few things we WON'T be making a statement on:

The hip fragment found in Candor Lake. Pulled from the waters by my very own upstairs neighbor during a midnight constitutional-slash-communion-with-the-spirits-of-the-departed, the fragment was confirmed to belong to former tourism writer Pat Davies. The tourism board has no official stance on the rumors that the wife of our town's mayor was seen with him the night he disappeared, or on her own recent disappearance. Rest in peace Pat.

The mayor's sudden collapse and death last night. Listen, it's called "unexplainable" for a reason. Why would I (or the ghost who's been gone from my apartment since my last post) know anything about that?

The shutdown of the lakefront. We know as much as you do: no drinking or bathing until further notice.

And here are a few things I WILL be commenting on!

Acacia. A few nights ago she followed Aiden home and refused to leave. We guess he has a cat now. Even fully dosed on Benadryl it's a little hard to spend quality time with her, but she likes being read to. So that's a start.

My new job. I never thought I would end up using my econ degree, but Bryn told me they could use an office manager up at the ranger station. To keep the park's books, schedule some programming, and write copy for educational materials. It's so far from where I saw myself at 18, it could be another planet. But I'm excited. And I'm happy to keep writing.

My neighbor's muffin recipe. When I came home to find a handwritten note tied up in a lock of blond hair and stuck to the door with a pin I swore I've seen the mayor's wife wear, my heart dropped. But when I unrolled it, I recognized the directions to make the muffins my upstairs neighbor gave me on my first day here.

~Darla's muffin recipe~

2 cups flour, 2 tsp baking powder, 1 cup milk, 3/4 cup sugar, 1/4 cup oil, 1 egg, 1 1/2 cup mulberries, 1 tsp tears shed for a lost loved one.

Preheat oven to 350F. Line a muffin tin with muffin papers. Carve the name of your loved one into a candle and light it.

Whisk together flour, baking powder, and salt while chanting the Litany of Grief. Continue to chant while mixing milk, sugar, egg, and oil. Pour wet ingredients into dry and whisk together.

Gently fold in the mulberries.

Scream at the moon.

Transfer the batter to the prepared tin. Sprinkle each muffin with brown sugar and a few extra berries.

Bake at 350F for 25-30 minutes, or until a sacrificial dagger inserted into the center comes out clean. Allow to cool for a few minutes, then serve. Allow the past to remain where it lies. Honor your grief, then put it to rest and walk boldly into the future with its valuable wisdom in your heart. Can be stored in an airtight container for 1-3 days room temp or 1-2 months in the freezer.

[luciel-anciel]

Chains

(Yandere Mayor x Macaque)

TW: Mentions of Night Terrors, Toxic Mindset, Toxic Relationship, Kidnapping, Stalking and Unhealthy Love

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Withering from his hand, the dark-furred monkey wanted to cry out in pure agony, yet not a single sound could escape his throat, not even a single squeak nor groan.

His lamp, shattered and on the ground.

The black wooden interiors of it, became nothing more than broken pieces,

Reflecting how his just a shattered soul, the lamp fragment scattered around the ground, now he was a,  shell of his former self.

"I'm all alone" His lips moved—but still nobody could hear his silent scream

The bright glow of blue, looming from the corner sting his nocturnal eyes.

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Even late at night, or at day, Macaque woke up clutching the sheets of his bed. The demon was trembling badly due to the recent nightmares.

He looked like a hot mess, absolutely ugly with red sore eyes and how snot dripped down nostrils.

Macaque, felt alone. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes— a single eye, the left one was useless, basically blind from that side and served no purpose other than to remind him, of what he lost in the past.

Even with his heightened sense. He could feel there was secretly a presence lingering near, but was too tired to even care anymore.

It was pitiful, how lonely he was, to the point where he didn't mind the stalker's attention, as that was the closet thing to a decent and intimate interaction, he'd ever had.

It was even more pitiful, that he fought to keep his life for centuries and had to be a henchman for some bone demon, to try and continue to live.

Everyone has the right to live, Yet for him.

It was more of a privilege.

It was difficult to keep his life intact, nor to live blissfully

Here he was now, sleeping in the 'comfort' of his own home, and so close to throw away all his hard work, by running away.

He, wrapped his arms around himself, trying to imagine, that someone was holding him and couldn't admit it but desperately clinged, on the thought of wanting to be embrace by someone comforting touch.

He wanted to be given whole hearted attention.

He wished, for someone to love him.

Macaque, stood up from his bed, his coarse hands grasped tightly on the edge of the desk, feeling impelled to stand properly despite knees shaking from the displeasing sensation that washed over him like a gust of strong wind.

Alas, Macaque dropped down on the marble floor like a raggedy ann doll, no longer having any strength to support himself nor call anyone to help, his insecurities knew no one would come for him.

Training, with the constant mindset  that asking for help, was a weakness, became  troubling at times, or always since it etched deep in is

His breath hitched, now taking sharp breaths before trying to stand up from the ground, but abruptly, a sudden glow of neon blue chains, attacked him.

The chains, restraining him, causing him to him paralysed upon impact.

Similarly in his dreams, bight neon blue eyes loomed over him in the sheer darkness.

"Even when my lady, has no use for you" The chains neared closer to the monkey's neck, as the voice cooed at him, with a sickening intent.

"You, are useful to me" The dark figure  whispered, his knuckles caressing the monkey's jawline, the glow of the chains, illuminated his more prominent features, showcasing his sharp smile.

The grin growing wider and wider as he tugged on the chains, pulling Macaque closer

"I hope my lady, will accept this" Just by words alone, It was finally clear to him who this trespasser was.

"I've been such a obedient servant towards her, surely she'll accept, us being bound together!"

Macaque, choked at his words.

When he asked for some company

He didn't mean this.

The chains, moved around his body, like snakes, slithering around his skin.

Almost suffocating him.

It took a toll on him and lost himself to the state on unconscious. The last thing he witness was dark blobs clouded his vision before letting slumber take over him

"She might even call it, destiny?" The masculine figure, giggled like a child that was given their precious treats— their precious hard cold treats.

"Could you image that?" Muttering, the bone demon's voice was tinted with joy and swiftly took the overly long coat from his own body, then dropped it loosely around his beloved's shoulder

His bright eyes peered at Macaque's sleeping figure for a single moment, expressing regret due to the dried tears, on their cheeks, but he had a hint of impenitence swirled onto it. One would find it possibly difficult to explain the contradicting emotions in his eyes.

Despite how pitiful Macaque's expression was, the Mayor still found a bit of enjoyment to it, instead.

To find someone, so melancholy like the colours of their fur, was difficult.

To find someone, that experienced the same thing as the fiend's past, was close to none.

The bone demon's taste, when it comes to— partners, was unusual and certainly unique, to try and find someone so broken, that would desperately cling at the small ounce of attention.

So easy to wrap his chains around.

Chronically Ill people, online was a common way to find someone close to his distinctive taste, but they all end up, disapointing him, due to their 'vulgar' ways.

But someone like Macaque, that was close to perfect, he was so deprived of affection and he! This town's mayor would give him the affection he needs, little by little.

Lifting him up the ground, the methallic restrains clinking against each other, accompanied by a faint screeching sound.

He carried, him away from the doju, the wide doors open wide, by the gust of harsh wind.

The demonic figure could only hum, a joyous tune— to signify what he'd accomplished.

He shown no sense of morality, nor guilt for his actions, just pure joy! Knowing, that Macaque was finally in his arms, after months, long grueling months of stalking them around the corner.

It was a hush hush secret, but the Mayor, Oh! He was the one that caused the monkey to constantly be in a nightmare lucid state.

Just to make him vulnerable.

"Imagine, You and Me! Intertwined by destiny."

[master-gaia-tetron-crystalblue]

The reasons why the main character of Robotrek could be the reincarnation of Dr. Leo from Soul Blazer.⚪

⚠️This writing contains spoilers of *Soul Blazer and *Robotrek.

「いつか、私のような発明家が必要になった時、再びこの世に生まれてくることだろう」

"Someday, when the world needs an inventor like me, I will be born again."

Dr. Leo in the Japanese version.

The theory is based that although the genius inventor, Dr. Leo thought of returning to this world, it is likely that The Master (God in the Japanese version), would allow him to reincarnate in another world and without remembering his past, since being on Earth, it is possible that the same thing would happen to him again. Then, to help him, the Master would give him the joy of being reborn on a planet called Quintenix (*Gokuraku), as a new opportunity to live again as a human and with the dream of becoming a good inventor, yes we are referring to the protagonist of Robotrek.

Let's remember a fragment of what he said before leaving in the Japanese version:

「私は生まれてくる時代を間違えたのだと思う。 　発明家は様々な機械を作り出し、人々を幸せにする。 　だが、時代に合わない天才の出現は逆に文明を衰退させてしまうのだ。 　人は何もそんなに焦って幸せになることはない」。

"I think I was born in the wrong era. Inventors create various machines and make people happy. However, the emergence of geniuses who do not adapt to the era actually causes the decline of civilization. People do not become happy being in such a hurry. I hope everyone can find happiness little by little."

About Robotrek, one of the important premises of the game is that the player takes the role of an apprentice inventor and helps others with inventions.

Now, the reasons listed:

■That child's dream is to be a good inventor like his father.

■He is an inventor's apprentice, so he starts from scratch.

■He has an inventor father, as Lisa, Dr. Leo's daughter.

■Absence of his mother, like Lisa, however, changes because his father built an android named Nagisa who, apart from being his son's assistant, secretly takes on the role of mother.

■He lived at his father's house who is an inventor. At the beginning of the game he moves to another house that will be his new home, because he wants to be independent and study about inventions, which his father agrees would try not to involve him with the "evil" organization called Hackers.

■The same thing almost happened to him as Lisa regarding the Hackers who wanted her father to work for said "evil" organization.

■He likes animals and with an invention of his father’s colleague, who learned to create, he talks with them. In general, he appreciate nature, in fact he donated a seed for a little girl to make bloom in Rococo Town.

■He met two dogs named Turbo.

■He was in contact with the replicas of the Soul Blade. Mentioned by Robot K as the Legendary Blade.

■Explodes in three scenes of the game, but without any damage, including in the opening. In the game he is saved from exploding with the help of the Tetron and later by Kotetsu; although in the present, his father found him in the rubble of the destroyed Hackers air base.

■Some Hacker combatant understood his situation.

■When you talk to the Mayor again, after Rose's betrayal, he says in the Japanese version: "Women totally confuse men. It is a terrifying creature. You should remember that well too."

It might sound sexist, but no, he is referring to his secretary Rose, potentially making the player remember the evil Queen Magridd.

This concludes the reasons why it is; Now I would like you to comment about post and if you have more reasons for that kid could be new life of Dr. Leo, I would like you to write, share them in the comments.

Note: Of course Dr. Leo is an allegory of the Renaissance genius Leonardo Da Vinci or rather the version of the same in the Quintet universe, but that would be a topic for a future post.

✨Special thanks to @kahran042 for the idea that the protagonist of Robotrek could be the reincarnation of Dr. Leo.✨

*Soul Blader.

*Slapstick.

*Gokuraku, a Japanese word that has many meanings depending on the context, but they all mention happiness, such as "The Greatest Happiness", "Paradise."

Original images © Quintet and Enix (Square Enix).

[rypkema]

New headcannon/story idea. I struggle with writing stories, but I have so many in my head.

What if the rest of the fairy tail world got cursed by another Witch and a new town popped up by Storybrooke and the heroes see old friends like Elsa and Merida, but with them being cursed they don't remember who they are. So, the charming family and friends are having a team meeting in Granny's diner when all of a sudden the door slams open and Mulan comes storming inside yelling. "WHO THE FUCK IS PAMELA? AND WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP CALLING ME THAT?"

Meanwhile everyone else is shocked, because "Your not cursed?" but upon further conversation with Mulan they realize she is cursed, but something is stopping the curse from taking hold. (kinda of like with David with the first season.)

So, Mulan currently has amnesia (to the point where she doesn't remember her name), but she had a piece of paper telling her to find Granny's Diner, and as they are talking Ruby comes in to give an update on the perimeter. Her and Mulan both stopping upon seeing each other and after a pause Mulan goes "Ruby?" in a whisper.

And that is when Mulan clutches her head, because all of a sudden she is hit with 2 different sets of memories that are extremely fragmented upon seeing her old friend, and after a few minutes of the others rushing to Mulan and trying to help her, she passes out due to the pain of her mind trying to accept two truths.

After Mulan regains consciousness she is extremely confused, because she knows who Ruby is, but there are two versions in her head. and each time she tries to sort out the correct memory she triggers a headache.

But as Mulan sees old friends the process repeats itself to where the heroes are concerned about Mulan but because of what is happening they are getting small clues on how the others got cursed. (Meanwhile Mulan is always on the verge of a migraine and Ruby and Granny havw gotten to the point of stopping the heroes from getting Mulan's help because they are worried for her.)

After a few days Mulan is sitting in the dinner trying to figure out another memory. When all of a sudden the mayor from the other town comes in asking for Pamela, and standing behind the mayor is Mulan's Father and Mulan immediately grabs her head in pain, but this time these memories are different. because one is a memory of her burying her Father and the other is not.

And just for a moment of what seems like clarity Mulan punches the new mayor in the face before she collapses and starts seizing. Ruby and Mulan's father rush to her side. and then the witch says this to them. You either help Mulan accept these new memories or she dies, before disappearing.

And that is the end of the story before multiple endings start happening.

[beardedmrbean]

When Boubacar Touré and his flatmates heard a sudden, thundering crash beside their apartment, they thought it was an earthquake. But then they opened the windows of their kitchen, where they were cooking dinner, and one shouted: "A bus has fallen."

"We ran down to the spot where the bus was on fire and I heard a woman screaming, 'My baby, my baby,'" 27-year-old Boubacar, who is from The Gambia says, his eyes heavy with exhaustion.

"I managed to pull her through the window and then pulled out her son, who was badly burnt but still alive."

The bus, carrying tourists back to a nearby campsite after a day in the historical centre of Venice, had been driving along a busy overpass when it suddenly careened off the side on Tuesday evening. It smashed through the barriers and plunged several metres towards a railway track where it burst into flames.

At least 21 people died. Of the 15 who are injured, most remain in intensive care. Some of the victims were children, including a baby.

Warning: This story contains descriptions of distressing scenes

Among the dead are nationals from seven countries, the Venice mayor's office says, including Ukraine, Germany, Romania and Portugal.

Boubacar describes how he grabbed the fire extinguisher from the bus to help quell the flames - but that wasn't enough.

"Passers-by were giving me other extinguishers but nothing helped, we had to wait for the firefighters", he recalls. "So I pulled others to safety, a woman and a man and a child. People were bleeding from their heads, there was so much blood."

His flatmate, Odion Eboigbe from Nigeria, was with him, pulling others through the wreckage of the mangled vehicle - an electric-powered bus whose batteries are thought to have caught fire.

"We were able to save many but unfortunately others died", he says.

"I wasn't scared, I didn't think of my own safety because I saw people with their heads split open. Today my colleagues asked me: 'what were you thinking when you went towards the flames,' and I told them I just had to save the women and children."

Once emergency workers arrived, they spent hours dousing the flames and helping the injured.

The fire was so intense that DNA samples will need to be used to identify some of the dead.

At the spot on the overpass where the bus took its final catastrophic turn, the guard-rails are smashed apart and fragments of glass lie on the tarmac. A passer-by has laid yellow flowers.

Authorities say there was no sign of a sudden braking by the bus. Indeed, CCTV from the moment before the crash shows the vehicle steadily climbing the overpass and then apparently slowing down before inexplicably toppling against the barriers and off to the side.

The driver, Alberto Rizzotto, had worked for the bus company for seven years. The most likely cause, say the authorities, is that he had a sudden medical problem that made him lose control. In his last Facebook post, he said he was "running a shuttle to Venice."

Relatives of the victims have started arriving in Venice from abroad. Among the injured are nationals of Ukraine, Germany, Croatia and Spain.

According to local media, they include two German brothers, aged 7 and 13, who lost both their parents. There were "entire families, grandparents, grandchildren, spouses" on board, said Chiara Berti from the Angelo di Mestre hospital.

The tragedy has already raised questions about the state of the barriers on the overpass, which were clearly rusting and aged.

Domenico Musicco, the head of an association for road accident victims, called it "a tragedy foretold".

"Italian road maintenance is poor. Too little is invested in road safety. It is estimated that 30% of accidents are down to that," he told the news agency AFP.

Venice has declared three days of mourning for a tragedy that has profoundly shaken this city.

Boubacar and Odion say they haven't slept since the crash.

When I put it to them that some would call them heroes, they shrug. "If saving people makes you a hero, then maybe", says Boubacar.

"But when somebody needs help because they're dying, you can't just walk away."