#get slapped by lore you fools

[aychama]

Just to add more context to this, at this point in the story Narinder and Lambert has taken down both Leshy and Heket, adding their kingdoms power to Narinder's.

However, while fighting Heket, Lambert was injured (or killed and resurrected, im not sure on this yet) so bad that when Kallamar and Shamura attacks, Narinder takes a loss because Lambert cannot fight. Aym also gets injured and loses his eye in this fight.

Being cornered by both Kallamar and Shamura, Narinder denies killing his siblings. Having no evidence against him (because Lambert has been sending false information to Shamura) they let him live in the condition of having to be married to Chelsea, a duchess in Kallamar's kingdom. Tying him down even more and now having full control over him.

After some things happen, Narinder is forced to have his strongest knight, who is Lambert, protect Chelsea almost 24/7 before they have to officially marry.

Delighted and secure in her position, Chelsea has free time to do whatever she wants, which is making life harder and harder for Lambert, playing with them out of boredom.

Narinder cannot do anything to stop the way Chelsea treats Lambert.

Both Lambert and Narinder are tired. Narinder has to deal with the pressure from almost all of the nobles, Forneus excluded, while Lambert has to protect and endure the awful treatment they get from the fiancee of the man they love.

Never enough.

[galactic-knightmare]

The tADC fam but BUGS

...I had the sudden urge to draw Hollow Knight stuff but I'm still hyperfixated on tADC, so the solution? CROSSOVER ...which is weird. I'm usually really not into crossovers, and I don't generally like them all too much, but for some reason my brain thinks their Cool with tADC?? and I end up thinking of lore and stuff for them?? idk man my brain is. going through something lmao. AAaaannyway, lore n' stuff under the cut!

starting wiiiiithhh Kinger! :

Since Hollow knight doesn't have computers- or they do? I have no idea how to describe Monomon's lab. so instead he's kinda like a scientist but not? whatever it is that Monomon is. big brain boi.

Anyway he worked with Monomon and the Pale King on creating the vessels, but had no idea exactly what they were- he thought they were just going to be like the kingsmould- just mindless machines that are shaped like bugs. he did not know they were essentially the king and queen's kids, which were being experimented and killed en mass. So naturally, when he found out, he was pissed.

So when Hollownest starts falling after the failed sealing of Radiance, he ends up accidentally finding a surviving vessel, albeit a strange one. he ends up kinda loosing it due to guilt and stuff, so we end up with our beloved Kinger we all know and love (just fluffier and a bug)

Queenie :

Queenie is a retired Wasp warrior in this, having either come from a different Kingdom, or the arena of fools. She ended up acting as a guard for hire, and ended up meeting Kinger and becoming a sort of extra guard at Monomon's lab where they were working. One thing leads to another and eventually they end up married.

Aaaand now we have two options for this- the Angst Option, or the less Angst Option.

the Angst Option is that, like how she abstracted in the series, in this AU she ends up with the infection, and either dies completely or ends up with her infected corpse hidden inside a locked room in their house. very depressing and stuff.

the non-angst option is that she got injured pretty badly while defending their home from some Infected bugs, and ended up bedridden, so she doesn't leave their home that much anymore, thus why you don't generally see her.

aaand now Pomni! :

Pompom is one of the three known survivors of the Deepnest tribes. (the others being Hornet and Midwife, four if we're counting that unknown weaver we see at one point) She's stuck as a lone hunter, usually sticking to greenpath since there's more things to hunt. eventually she meets Kinger and they end up befriending each other. as scatterbrained as the moth is, he's one of the few non-infected beings around now, so she's happy to have some company now.

despite coming from a family of weavers, Pomni really isn't fond of weaving. She's somewhat like Hornet, with preferring battle over words. despite how quick to attack she is though, its mostly due to nervousness. they can't attack you if they've already been stabbed. outside of battle she's the Pomni we all know and love- nervous and anxious to an extreme.

While she's fond of Kinger (and Queenie in the non-angst version) she's got mixed feelings with the weird Vessel that lives with the two. More often than not, she ends up either wanting to slap him or hug him. the two usually end up on patrols around Greenpath together, although hardly any hunting gets done during those.

Aaaand finally my beloved boi, Caine :

He's the vessel! obvs. but something went a bit wrong. either he got into something he shouldn't, or he ended up experimented on by someone else. (or maybe he just had a brief encounter with a grimmkin that decided yes, this smol pale child shall now have some of my powers for shits and giggles). Either way, he's ended up as a hybrid of the two, with the raptor-claws, tail, and facial markings of a Grimmkin, but the spikes and everything else of a Vessel. The grimmkin glow/nightmare energy however is a liiittle fucked for some reason though, since it's blue and green instead of the normal red.

either way, he managed to escape the void unlike most of the millions of vessels, and ended up in the care of Kinger (and Queenie) eventually. He usually follows the two around like a lost puppy, though since meeting Pomni, he's started following her around too. he steers clear of Hornet obviously- his bio half-sister scares him (as she should- we all know how she handled vessels before Ghost)

Hes also unusually short for a Vessel, and a Grimmkin honestly. he's not that much taller than Ghost, who's still in the child-stage of a Vessel. his tail also isn't fully right either- instead of the spiked tail of a Vessel or the Scorpion tail of a Grimmkin, it instead doesn't even have a tailtip, and is instead constantly leaking soul/nightmare energy. Its concerned Kinger greatly, but theres not much he can do about it.

He's also not genderless like other Vessels- or he is, but prefers he/him. or hes a gremlin like how I picture Caine, and is technically in a way genderfluid? idk how to describe my son lmao

[aurawrawr]

Who am I to you?

Part 1

King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna x afab reader x twin brother and Kingsguard Yuuji Itadori

Set in the Heian era, the twins, Ryomen and Yuuji, befriend a girl who they both fall in love with. But who will she choose when the time comes — the delinquent, tough Ryomen or the sweet, charming Yuuji?

so... anon requested a story and me being me, i replied to the request without posting the story. anyhoo, this is going to be a two-parter because the request gave me a lot to work with and i really wanted to establish the lore. part 2 would be up so so soon.

[edit: this is now a four-parter]

Minors, DNI. WC: 2.8k

CW: sibling rivalry, coarse language, attempted SA, violence, death, blood and wounds, public slander, public proposal, love triangle, no use of y/n

Growing up, you were the apple of their eyes. Both of theirs. You had watched them pull each other's hair, slap and punch each other, steal the other's food. You had also listened to Yuuji crying about how mean his brother was. And when you used to find Ryomen sneaking around in the kitchen, stealing Yuuji's favorite snack for his little brother, all you had to do was roll your eyes and train your ears to hear Ryo grumbling about how he was just fooling around and that he'd never do anything to hurt Yuuji on purpose.

Ryomen had made it a point to always refer to Yuuji as his little brother, even though they were born on the same day, from the same womb, killing the same mother as they each took their first breath. Ryo was only a moment early. Several years later, when he had heard from one of their maids how it was really a choice between their mother's life and that of baby Yuuji's, and it was ultimately their mother's decision to let her child live, Ryomen had made up his mind to always protect Yuuji and put him first, and in doing so, he had hoped to always be able to honor their mother's dying wish.

But putting Yuuji first meant taking a step back. Always. Even in matters of the heart. For, the twins always ended up liking the same things, even the same person.

You were the daughter of one of the handmaidens appointed for the twins' father's new wife. You had a type of clairvoyance. Even at the young age of ten, you could read other people's emotions aptly, you knew a person just from the sound of their footstep or their breathing. When you had first walked into the mansion, your tiny hand in your mother's determined grip, you were beyond confused by the duality of the twins. Yuuji wore his heart on his sleeve; you didn't need any special power to tell what was on his mind. Ryomen, on the other hand, you couldn't figure out even with your clairvoyance. And because of that, for the longest time, he became a subject of soul-crushing interest to you. Until he became the boy you feared.

Yuuji would get you flowers from his adventures, and concerns. He always came back with scratches and injuries left on his body for you to fix. He knew how to accept your care with open arms.

But, Ryomen? He had walls so high around him, it always got on your last nerve.

The Lord of the house was quick to replace the twins' mother with a woman who, in a year, had birthed a son. In a few years of time, it was clear who was going to be the successor. You still remember the look on Ryo's face when his stepmother held an elaborate ceremony and made his father declare that her son would be the next Lord. That boy grew up to be a monster, always picking on the girls and bullying the weak ones. One day, he had gone for you, blocking your path from the pond where you bathed back to the house. The more you tried to flee, the more aggressive and vile he became. Until someone, a towering figure, came up from behind him and pulled back his collar.

"Ryo!" You ran to your friend, hiding behind his muscly arm.

"Ah, brother!" The young Lord jested. "You know how it is. Women. Can't tolerate them and yet, can't go a day without them. You wouldn't stand in my way now, would you?”

"Of course not.”

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Surely, Ryomen wouldn't let a stalker lay his hands on you. But when he stepped aside, and you looked up at his emotionless face, you couldn't be so certain anymore. You trembled, not from the water still dripping from your clothes or the wind that swept your hair onto your face but from fear of the approaching figure. He wasn't as big as Ryomen but you still wouldn't stand a chance against him. The only person you could think of at the moment, who would save you, and not stand aside and watch your demise, was Yuuji. You hated Ryo, despised every speck of his existence. How could he?

You shut your eyes tight as the boy came closer and closer. When you heard a grunt, you opened them to see him flying to the ground. Ryomen had punched his face.

"What in the world?" The Lord sat up, pulling backward on his butt. "I'm going to tell Otou-san on you. You scoundrel, how dare you?”

"Let me give you more to bitch about.”

You watched as Ryo almost leaped on to the boy, pinned him down and started to punch him. The Lord kicked his legs under Ryo's weight, trying to break free, scratched his exposed arms, but nothing budged him at all.

"How dare I?" You heard your friend. "How dare you? How dare you even look at her with those filthy eyes of yours? How dare you even think of touching her?" At the end of every question came a punch that landed straight on his half-brother's jaw, splattering blood to the side.

"Ryo." You called out to him. "Ryo, let him go. Ryo, that's enough. Come on now.”

"No." Another punch. "Not until he's dead." Another punch.

You stood there, shaking, and you didn't even notice when Yuuji appeared, tried to separate his brothers, failed and went running back to bring two servants to pull Ryo back. Only when Yuuji put his arms around you did you finally slump into him, immediately falling unconscious.

When you came around, you saw your mother and Yuuji by your bedside, your mother saying prayers to the Gods and thanking her Ryoryo-chan. "Where is he?" You asked your best friend.

"Otou-san has banished him to the outhouse. You should have been there for that argument.”

"Has he eaten? Did someone clean his wounds?”

"I tried," your mother informed you. "But he wouldn't even let me look at his arm. Ask Yuyu-chan. He's taken his pipe and shut the door on the world.”

You rushed out, Yuuji closely following. When you reached the cabin, you pounded away at the door until Ryomen responded, "Leave.”

"You know I won't. Not until you let me fix your wounds.”

"Go. Away.”

"Why?”

"Because I don't want you to see me like this.”

"Like what, Ryo?”

Before he could answer, Yuuji chimed in, "open the door, Aniki. Let us in.”

"Fuck off, you two.”

"Please." You begged. "Please let me– us see you.”

You heard the latch fall and pushed inside. The air was thick with the stench of burning grass. It made your eyes water. Yuuji kept the door open for the smoke to pass. You immediately got to work. Bringing a bucket and a washrag from the bathroom, you knelt by the bed where Ryo was sitting. "Show me," You said.

"Leave me alone.”

"Who slapped you?" You noticed the red impression of fingers on his cheek. Your fingers rushed to touch it, heal it if you could.

"My father's wife.” Ryo nudged your hand away.

"You mean, your mother?”

"She's not my mother. Your mother is more of a mother to me than my father's wife will ever be.”

You sighed. "Fine. Now, give me your hand.”

"Don't be such a drag, Aniki." Yuuji sat down beside him. "Everything will be fine. And if it isn't, we three will run away together. We'll have a small house on the hills with a tea shop in the front. You and I will go work in the tea farms and she will sell tea to any traveler or tourist or anyone passing by. We'll all be fine. I promise.”

Ryo let out a small smile and patted his brother's cheek. Sighing, he placed his hand in yours, the blood on his knuckles dry and raised. "Did you really need to do this to yourself?”

"Or what? Let that son of a wench have his way with you?”

"I thought that's what you intended, the way you…”

"You maim my heart, woman. You really thought I'd let a vulture have you while I'm still alive and standing?" This was the first time he called you a woman and not a little girl. Maybe knowing another man wanted you made him see you as a woman.

"Aniki, you scared her. You know that, right? I know you were enraged but…”

"That's alright. She can stomach it.”

You looked up to meet Ryomen's gaze, intense and wanting. But wanting for what?

"She fainted, Aniki.”

"That's because she doesn't eat." Ryo smirked. "Yuuji, why don't you go and get some food for all of us?”

You held your breath as Yuuji walked out the door, the ever so compliant, sweet and understanding younger brother, and you were left alone with the tough, delinquent, taller, smirking, challenging older one. You kept cleaning Ryo's hands, your cheeks tepid and chest flushed with all the blood in your body. He grabbed your wrist in an iron grip, bringing it to his lips. He didn't kiss it, just held it there like he was craving your touch.

"I'll become so strong and powerful, bugs like him would think twice, thrice, several times before even looking at you. You'll have nothing to be scared of. Ever.”

You nodded, smiling. Ryo's gaze was so soft at that moment; it was almost a gateway to his soul. For the first time in a decade, when you touched his hand, you could almost tell what he was feeling. His guards were down; he was letting you in on all his secrets. Your fear of him from earlier had dissipated completely, replaced by a warmth you had never felt before. For anyone else. Was this love? The same love your mother had always told you about? She had said, it'd feel just right, that your palm would fit into theirs and their smell would be something you'd recognize even if you were blindfolded.

It did feel right. To know that Ryomen would protect you gave you a sense of relief. You somehow knew the warmth in your heart was reciprocated by him. And for that, you were both grateful and scared.

Your faces inched closer, your heartbeat like a war drum in your ears, but before he could bridge the gap between your trembling lips and his open, smirking mouth, screams from outside the house startled you.

"Bring out the wench," the people shouted.

"Set her on fire.”

"What a disgrace! She seduced the young Lord.”

"Such a shame!”

"No, that is not what happened." You heard your mother trying to defend you, going out of her usual vocal range of what was considered a meek woman. "No, listen, please. My daughter would never. She has grown up in front of your eyes. You know the kind of girl she is.”

You rushed to the doorway, and Ryomen followed. When the people saw you, their screams only grew louder. "Burn her," they said. "Burn her." All of them were servants and guards of the house, colleagues of your mother, people who had once told you that you were just like their own daughter. Their jostling pushed your mother to the ground and you couldn't help but descend into the mob. You heard Ryo's pleas for you to stay back but you couldn't let your mother be victim to a stampede.

The people cornered you, separated you and your mother from Ryo. He tried to push his way through but there were just so many people.

"Answer our questions, wench. Why did you try to besmirch the good young Lord's name and reputation?”

"Weren't you scared for your own good?”

"Who will marry you now that you've given your body up to the young Lord?”

"I will." The answer silenced the whole crowd. With tears in your eyes, you looked up. You knew the voice. The soft yet determined voice that rarely took no for an answer. Your best friend who you always confided in, who knew everything about you. Well, almost everything.

Yuuji came forward and took your hands in his. Several mouths gasped put loud at his gesture. You turned your gaze to where Ryo was standing and saw his face, ashen, like he just realized he'd made a grave mistake.

"I..." Yuuji clasped your hand tighter. "I wanted to talk to you about this for a long time but... I... I also wanted to wait until I had a proper job. But seeing these people vilify you like this, I thought this was the right time. I know what actually happened and that you're an honest woman. What am I saying? Even if you weren't, and if I had your consent, of course, there's nothing I'd like more than having a family with you. What... what do you think? Well you don't have to answer rightaway. Obviously, you need to talk to Okaa-san and I need to talk to Aniki. And…”

"Yuuji," You stopped him from continuing to badger. "I... I don't know what to say." What could you have said that wouldn't have hurt him, and destroyed your decade-long friendship?

You turned your head again, only to see Ryo heading back inside the shed he had been banished to. You needed to know what he was thinking. Did he really have nothing to say?

The crowd was disappearing, disappointed that their bullying had no satisfactory conclusion. You sent Yuuji and your mother back too before rushing to Ryo.

Just as you had feared, you saw him packing clothes and essentials into a bag you had once sewn together for him. "Ryo, what are you doing?" You asked but there was no answer. "Ryo? Ryo?" You followed him around as he picked up more things from around the room. "Ryo, talk to me. Please.”

"Congratulations are in order, I suppose."

"What? No! Ryo, stop." You stood in between him and the doorway. But he was too strong. He picked you up and sat you down on the bed before starting to head out. "Why are you leaving?”

"I have no place here, not now at least.”

"What–”

"Tell me, woman." He turned to you, his bag slinging from his broad shoulder. "Who am I to you?”

You scoffed. As if, that could be put into words. He was the boy who walked behind when Yuuji showed you around town, looking out for any signs of terror. He was the boy who filleted fish for you because he knew you hated chewing on bones. He was the man who almost killed the bastard that wished to consume you. He not only had your heart, you were ready to sacrifice your soul for him.

"See?" He scoffed too.

"What am I to you?" Your question paused him in his tracks. He turned and smiled. Not a smirk, a genuine smile. A melancholic smile. "If it is so easy to put into words, you do it then. What am I to you?”

"A reason.”

Ryomen was already gone before you could interrogate him further. At the time, you had no idea that'd be the last you saw of him, the real him. You sat there, for who knew how long, grieving your friendship, your love, your innocence – all gone in a single day – before Yuuji came back with a tray of food.

"Where's Aniki?" He asked, setting it down.

You composed yourself before answering, lying, "I don’t know. He was gone by the time I came back.”

"Are you–?" Yuuji crouched down in front of you, holding your hands again. There was a lot of eagerness in his grasp, a little impatience too. "Are you still tensed about what happened out there?”

You nodded, sniffling and rubbing off the tears you shed for his brother with the back of your hand.

"Don't worry. They can't hurt you. Not while I'm here. And..." He sensed your concern. "It has got nothing to do with my question, okay? Even if you say no, that's okay too. I'll still always be there for you. Always.”

"What am I to you?”

"What?”

"Yuuji, what am I to you?" You needed to know if there was a simple answer to this question.

He looked around, as if the answer was in the room. When he couldn't find it, he said, "You... You are my best friend. Is that enough?”

"Yes.”

"Great! Now, come, eat something please.”

"No, Yuuji, I meant, yes.”

His eyes grew wider, finally realizing what you meant. "Yes?”

You nodded. "Yes, I'll marry you.”

Until that moment, you weren't sure if this was such a good idea. Even when you actually uttered the word. But the beaming smile on Yuuji's face made it all worth it. All of it, even knowing that your best friend was going to marry a woman who will always love another man more.

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here's part 2

[sundalion]

Ehehe first time drawing Rooster!!

I definitely need to learn (the hair style had me rolling on the floor) but I’ve wanted to draw @dingodoodles some fanart for like years XD

I think I drew Sips once when I found the original Fools Gold story,,, can’t remember

But yeah I am literally obsessed with this campaign. I remember when it was announced I got kinda annoyed because that would mean fewer updates on the Fools Gold animated story with Sips and the gang… but then on a particular boring work day, I found it on my Spotify and I got absolutely hooked. The dynamic between Kore and Rooster has me cackling while repotting those trees or whatever job I’m doing. You can feel the warmth shining through the podcast when they’re laughing at the nat 1 they rolled or smt. I love getting some of that deeper lore of Rooster’s backstory and Kore’s mission. Seeing how deep of a character every role has and how Felix plays the story along so well, just rolling with whatever side quest they fall upon. The way Rooster somehow is now a master in riddles??? Got me giggling! Kore ate a heart and went on a rather silly rampage? Slapping my head in second hand embarrassment. And the way Rooster snapped at being called a child by literally everyone and takes Kore’s place in the fight to then literally do the most baddass shit ever? UGHHH I LOVE THESE GUYS I literally had to pause what I was doing because I was laughing so hard about the goddamn abyssal chickens. Ugh I am having the biggest brain rot XD

I still patiently wait for the Fools Gold updates on YouTube, and I still enjoy those so so much where I’ve literally cried about them. I just also see the animations live in my head now while listening to some new bastards get into trouble XD

Overall, I am absolutely crazy about whatever Felix and Dingo spits upon the internet and consumes as much as possible (no money for the goddamn plushies grrr) so eheheheh thank you for reading my silly little rant <333

[yierrem]

a/n: i honestly don't know if gepard has an office. he probably does. i also have no idea how his coat works. damn you hyv clothing physics. i knew he was educated to some extent but while i was doing a deep dive into his lore, i learned he has a bachelor's degree and that really is so sexy. i do hope you enjoy the ramblings of a man starved

gepard x m!reader (no gendered terms, though) ; suggestive, implied sex, nudity ; wc: 563

a notification breaks the captain out of his work-induced stupor. at the sound, he picks his phone up, a small smile gracing his lips when he sees your name on screen.

he unlocks it, looking forward to whatever update you sent him before immediately slamming it back down on his desk with enough force that makes him momentarily worry about the device’s condition. he wouldn't want to lose what he just got.

his face is burning, but he tries to compose himself after taking a deep, shaky breath. he unlocks his phone once more to your messages. one was a photo, yet it wasn’t just any photo. while he was used to receiving mundane snapshots of whatever you were occupied with, even pausing to admire ones with your face in them, nothing could’ve prepared him for the sight that greeted him in your shared chat.

you were laid down on your chest in front of a mirror positioned at the foot of your bed, the sheets pooled around you. your phone covered half your face, yet gepard couldn’t even find it in himself to complain because, from what he could see, the rest of you was bare, save for his coat blanketing your form.

the fur was tantalizingly draped over your shoulders, leaving him with a glimpse of skin that showcased proof of your... escapade the previous night. red marks dotted the crook between your neck and shoulders and your hair still appeared unkempt. the blue cape was spread to one side, a stark contrast against your sheets and the white of his jacket.

💬: “miss you”

gepard swallows, suddenly feeling a little too warm in his uniform. that’s all they were; a couple messages. but his heart betrayed his thoughts, beating too fast for his liking and sending his blood rushing to places he really doesn’t want it to be at while he was on duty.

should he scold you? no, he was a weak man when it came to you. he… liked the photo, after all, but he felt that he shouldn’t encourage you to keep teasing him either. the sight of you waiting—presenting yourself— for him in such a way charged him with a sense of affection and lust he felt almost guilty for having.

his mind wanders away from his initial contemplations. although his skills as an artist left much to be desired, he knows how to pleasure you, take you apart with his hands and yet also ground you with his touch. as much as he belongs to belobog, he belongs to you. he knows your likes, your dislikes, and everything that made the gallery that was you. he's memorized each crevice, dip, and line, having devoted himself to the art of knowing your every detail.

mentally, he slaps himself, placing his focus back on the present. qlipoth, help him. what was he to do with you? that photo might've just rewired him. its been several minutes and he still hasn't formulated a response to your messages. he can almost see the smug grin on your face, knowing that you flustered him. cheeky thing. with an exasperated (slightly fond) sigh, he types out a reply. too bad he just felt like such a fool for you sometimes. he'll get back at you one day.

(and if he saves your picture to a private album of his, no one needs to know.)

[kirbybecomesastarwarrior]

Sir Arthur's Beloved Older Brother~

(Young) Kit Cosmos/Dakonyo

Like I said in the last post about Kit Cosmos, he is KBASW's Sir Kay.

Much like his counterpart (Sir Kay in the original Arthurian lore), Kit pretty much serves as Arthur's steward. But in this case, he manages Arthur, helping him to keep him in check. (serving as his right-hand man...) Along the course of forging a brotherhood where, Arthur ends up being adopted by Kit's entire clan.

I story I'll have to save it for later because I have one very important key element I've got to finish. Sir Ector: I need to finish the character design for... Kit's father and Arthur's father figure.

Connecting him to Sir Arthur gave me a chance to be a more integral part of the story. Not only that, but (spoilers for the anime)...it also gives his return in the final & his role in the final battle more meaning. The man fought so long to see N.M.E end, and they finally did it! <3

Keep reading for more explanation/ bonus content

So, Kit's species are dwarves and weren't very respected. They were seen as uncivilized, uncouth, brash, and rather loud. They're lost, though... they were actually one of the kindest & most welcoming people you'd ever meet. Very much like the dwarves from Lord of the Kings & the Hobbit... This is why they would mainly stay in their lane and would mainly stay on their planet Bremen (a reference to the folk tale "Town Musicians of Bremen").

Bremen is a planet filled with numerous winding mountains and rich with minerals very in tune with nature... And filled with Celtic magic. Bremen Place plays a major role in KBASW, later.

Staying away from the galaxy was their way of saying, "Hey, if you don't respect us... YA GET NONE OF US!" However, they couldn't play that card any longer once the War on Nightmare started up. And Bremen was one of the many planets that got sucked into the war.

However, their skill in mining blacksmithing was unmatched throughout the galaxy. Plus, their mountains contain valuable ores that could be used. But the mountains in which they lay were dangerous and could easily be caved in... that is unless you were an outsider. The people of Bremen knew how to navigate the dangerous mountains easily.

Very much needed their aid, the Ancients very much had to such up to and grovel...

Kit's kind saw each other as equals; four sections of the planet are divided to be managed properly, and they have one clan leader who brought them all together... Sir Ector Cosmos. The Ancients offered Sir Ector a seat on the galactic council.

But unlike King Fisher... Sir Ector knew greedy eyes when he saw them, knowing they were just trying to butter him up. He knew they needed protection from Nightmare, but he wasn't about to let them take advantage of him and his clan.

He would provide them with materials & pay them for their services however... when it came to paying them... he would give them their own brand of fool gold (a counter fit forged with Celtic magic). A forgery that could be easily made on the dot.

It's thanks to Sir Ector that half the gold that was distributed in the gambling galaxy is actually fools' gold. It became an inside joke in Breman, with Sir Ector saying, "To us, it's fool's gold... BUT TO THEM, IT'S JUST GOLD! *Knee slap*

With everyone in the clan just bursting out laughing...

However, of course, the tensions were still high, the ice was thin, and with how proud the dwarves were, they were afraid of upsetting them once... The Ancients suggested maybe one of them joining the GSA army might improve relations.

Kit volunteered... while the majority of his kind didn't mind what people thought of them. Kit thought this would be a chance to issue change in how they were seen. He was young and eager to make a change, this was also out of his desire of, wanting to grow out of his father's shadow.

Sir Ector was strongly against the idea, he didn't like the idea that one of his own was going out to war for the GSA. He heard unsavory rumors of the place... and didn't like his boy was going out into the unknown on his own saying:

"Just because they're willing to include one of us doesn't mean they respect all of us... it doesn't mean squat when they'll still look at ya-... change like this is gonna take a long time, it won't be worth it... I don't want you to see yourself get hurt, Kay... just drop it and stay home, okay, lad. "

But Kit was rather firm on his decision... despite his disapproval, Sir Ector supported his son's decision. However, the Ancients promised that he'd be treated with the utmost respect, and he'd go to one of Sir Uther's very own apprentices, Sir Nonsurat.

~ On Arthur's side

At this point in this timeline, Arthur has accepted Merlyn (Celestine) as his friend. And officially become their secret accomplish, ready and willing to help "right the wrongs Uther has done. And is determined to change for the better...

He has accepted & knows his demons and doesn't want to fall into that pit again... knowing full well his poor decisions & mistakes are fueled by his paranoia and aggroance.

Arthur never had a second in command (a right-hand man, so to speak) and "Not trusting anyone to do the job as good as him..." and he sorely needed a second opinion, but there was a problem.

Due to this status of being Uther top soldier, as well as his reputation of being a ruthless killing machine who didn't have the most pleasant aura... he was gonna end up with a little yes, man... it was gonna be hard to find someone to keep in check & be bluntly honest with him!

However, that was until he saw Kit mouthing off Nonsurat without a care, practically demanding him to put him in the ring. In most battles, he was told to stay in the back of the line or supervise the base, and he was just SO BORED!

In Nonsurat's defense, he was told by the Ancients to "make sure he stayed alive..." And didn't want to inquire about the wrath of Sir Uther if he messed up. And Uther would remind him how important this was for their image & not to dare sour relations with Sir Ector.

When Arthur approached Kit, he (Kit) had basically had enough of being put on the sideline and exploding on Arthur. Not accepting any of this "malarky anymore," along with some accompanying swear words. "Equivalent to how the Scotsman first insulted Jack." from Samurai Jack

They both remained silent... for a while, the two, staring at one another... with Arthurr finally mustering up the question, "Um, do you know who I am"

Kit:" YES, I DO, MISTER GOLDEN BOY, SIR ARTHUR, AND I DONNA CARE WHO YOU ARE AND-

Arthur: *enthusiastically* " YES, YOU'RE PERFECT!"

Kit: "YA DARN RIGHT I AM-uh wait wa- for what!?

Leading to this legendary... (the convo above)

While brash and hotheaded at times... Arthur always appreciated Kit's honesty, knowing very well having a Yes-man around him would only fuel his worse vices. Not only that, but this unfiltered honesty & having Kit not really care for his status... He didn't have to be this grand, domineering figure. It was with this sense of ease that he realized he had gained another friend.

With Kit, he was genuinely valued and respected by Arthur and fearless and stood up for him (a story which I will touch up on another day). And he finally got to bash a few skulls. While Kit sought to make the galaxy a more accepting world for his people... Arthur sought to make the world more accepting. He and Arthur were kindred spirits who both sought change... These were things that bonded them as brothers.

~

And now

THE ORIGINAL TRIO IS COMPLETE

Similar to how Kirby had his trio, Meta Knight has his trio, Celestine & Kit were Arthur's. And yeah, I know so many LoTR/Hobbit references

The love I have for Kit Cosmos is ridiculous! I'm giving all the anime characters the upgrades they deserve. I was worried that he wasn't gonna look dwarvish enough, but I think I was able to achieve the vision I had for him. I didn't think Kit would turn out this good.

I hope my writing isn't too shaky and I manage to write everything down properly...

I really hope you guys enjoyed this, and stay tuned for more~

[blueraineshadows]

Am I Forgiven?

Sebastian x MC - fighting, forgiveness, and nightgown kisses

MC sighed at the open tomes spread out before her and rubbed a frustrated hand across her brow. The aged script was beginning to blur into a mass of sliding characters and there was a dull ache growing behind her eyes. Goblin lore was bad enough during History of Magic lessons, but to sit here in her own time scouring pages upon pages of it was bordering on torture. However, Sebastian's words still stung, they had wormed their way under her skin and she hated how much it bothered her.

"Ignorant."

MC had reeled at his jibe, the fury on his face and the way he spat the word cutting her deeper than she could ever have imagined. Since when did she care? She had never cared about what other people thought of her, never let it stop her going after what she wanted, she was tougher than that. Sebastian was useful, he taught her things, he was handy in a fight, it was never the plan to grow fond of him. She shouldn't care what he thought of her.

But his words had eaten away at her all day, frustration making her sneak into the Undercroft to dig out the books stashed there, books that were not on the school reading list. The idea that she was not smart enough for the likes of him irked her almost as much as his insult. She would prove him wrong.

Maybe not tonight though. She yawned and stretched, time to sneak back to bed. As she was about to begin collecting the scattered texts, the grate of the Undercroft entrance groaned signalling the arrival of one of the boys. MC shot to her feet. Please be Ominis she silently begged.

Sebastian strode in, fully dressed but tie askew, his hair unruly. He halted in surprise at the sight of her, his eyes widening as he took in her ankle length nightgown, feet clad in nothing but her stockings. MC lifted her chin a little, her eyes skipping to where her Slytherin robe was slung over a crate, her boots abandoned beside it.

"MC," he said. His voice sounded deeper, slightly hoarse. Again, his eyes moved over her and his cheeks reddened a touch. "I didnt think anyone would be here."

"Dont worry, I was just leaving," she said coldly. "Wouldn't want to crowd you with my ignorance."

He sighed. "I didnt mean it. What I said...I was angry. You are from ignorant."

No. Don't look at me with those eyes she thought, and turned to snatch up her robe. She had to stay mad, she couldn't let him lure her in. Her fingers shook, much to her horror. She flung her robe about trying to get it the right way round to put on, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and fury at herself.

"What are you reading?" He asked. His voice was closer, she spun on the spot, eyeing him as he bent to pick up one of the books. He raised an eyebrow. "Goblin lore? You don't give up, do you?"

Her fingers clenched tighter around the cloth of her robe. "Never," she said firmly. "If Lodgok can get me information, get me closer to Ranrok, then he is useful to know."

He met her eyes. "Is that how you see me too? Useful for your own ends?"

MC opened her mouth but no words came out. Sebastian looked away, but not before she saw a flash of something like hurt in his eyes. He nodded as he slapped the book closed in a puff of dust. MC felt something twang in her chest but she shoved it down. She couldn't afford to care, she couldn't let him get close. Closer meant it hurt more when they were gone.

"When I said I wasnt prepared to get involved with whatever this Lodgok wants, you were quick to start severing ties with me," he said. He turned to face her again. "I figured my usefulness had run out. I am not a fool, MC. You forget, when it comes to manipulating people to get what I want, I'm an expert. I know a schemer when I see one. You've got Ominis wrapped around your little finger for a start."

MC felt heat flush her face. "How dare you! As if you're not doing the exact same thing to me! The only reason you help me is because you want me to cure Anne, otherwise you would have had no issue with leaving me to rot inside that scriptorium. You certainly had no difficulty casting Crucio on me and we both know you have to mean it."

"Only because you didnt have the nerve to cast it yourself!" He snapped back. His brow furrowed as his anger began to bubble up. "You had me teach it to you only to chicken out at the last moment. I mean, you're hand was shaking like a fucking leaf as you pointed the wand at me. So yes, I do try to help you. Not just for Anne, but because if I didn't, you would go out there to fight Merlin knows what, unprepared and alone and likely end up dead for your efforts."

MC remembered facing him down, wand up, the word Crucio on the tip of her tongue. He was right, she hadn't been able to do it. It infuriated her no end that she hadn't been able to. Because she couldn't do it with meaning. All she could see was his cheeky smirk, the way his face would get all intense when he was reading, the day he took her to meet Anne and the playful way he had been with his twin. She remembered the feel of his hand against the small of her back, the way he had helped her get to her feet when she stumbled, and he always had her back in a fight. She had come to rely on his presence, couldn't wait to tell him about something she had discovered, felt delight at drawing out a smile from him, and it scared the absolute shit out of her. There was no way she could cast an Unforgivable on him but there was no way she was going to admit all of that to his arrogant face.

With a growl of frustration she shook out her robe, determined to get it back on and get out of there, but her hands were still shaking and the blasted thing would not obey her. "I don't need you to save me," she insisted. "If I can face the Keepers trials alone, then I'm fine with everything else. I don't need a baby sitter."

The robe seemed to have a mind of its own. She threw it to the floor and yanked on her boots instead.

"I am under no illusions about your need for a saviour, I've seen you bring down mountain trolls after all, and I definitely have no plans to be your baby sitter," he snapped. "But if you think that I am going to stand by while you walk into some sneaky goblin trap, then you are sadly mistaken. Goblins cannot be trusted."

"And you can?" She spun to face him, her hair flying against her flushed cheeks. He had her robe in his hands and he was even closer, close enough the see the fire light from the candles flicker in his brown eyes. His anger disappeared at her words. A look passed across his face and it looked like sadness. She swallowed down the fear clawing up her throat. "I've told you more than I have ever shared with anyone else. I've put my trust in you and I don't know if that was the right choice."

Her voice cracked on the last word and her chest tightened with the raw honesty she had spilled. She felt horribly exposed to him and she feared that he could see all the other feelings that were swirling around those words.

He stepped around her and placed her robe gently over her shoulders. Of course, the fabric behaved in his long fingers, draping perfectly around her. He spun her to face him, the press of his finger tips a delight and an agony, and he fastened the robe against her chest. She stared at him, her eyes scanning his face, waiting for a smart comment, the arrogant twist of his lips, but all she could see was sadness. Just like that her anger melted, slipping through her fingers and she had nothing else to cling to. Nothing to use as a shield against her vulnerability. How the hell did he do it?

He met her gaze and she was trapped in it. Her eyes were fused with his. "If you want, you can walk out of here and I will not trouble you again," he said softly. "But I meant what I said. I would never let you walk into danger alone, or unprepared. I will always have your back, just as you have had mine."

MC felt a stinging at the backs of her eyes. She never cried, refused to. Weakness was never an option. Sebastian lifted his hands either side of her face, she could have sworn his fingers were trembling as he cupped her jaw, the pad of his thumb grazing an agonising sweep near her mouth. "If you do walk out of here, I will respect your choice. But if you want, I can be whatever you need me to be, I can teach you more spells, I will fight whatever battles I can alongside you, but above all of that, I would be honoured to be your friend. The friend you have put your trust in."

The sting behind her eyes became a burn and her vision was getting a little blurry around the edges. It was tiredness of course, that's all. She was tired. Her body betrayed her and a hot tear escaped to slide down her cheek. Sebastian caught it with his thumb. "I'm sorry that I hurt you," he whispered.

MC pulled in a shaky breath. Merlin damn this boy who refused to give her heart a moments peace. The eye contact was becoming too intense so she dropped her gaze, but that was a mistake. His mouth was so close and those fluttering feelings took a dive southwards to torment her abdomen instead. Her heart thumped madly against her ribs. Fury had become this flaring need and she needed to get back to more familiar ground before his touch drove her crazy.

"For the record, I do not have Ominis wrapped around my little finger," she said.

There was the familiar little smirk on his lips. "Oh yes, you do," he said. His hands were still holding her face. "In fact, I could list a few others who would drop everything and come running for you."

"Like who?" MC said doubtfully.

His thumb gave another sweep across her skin sending sparks shivering down her spine. "Garreth, Poppy, Amit, not to mention Leander..."

MC screwed her nose up. "I highly doubt it."

"Believe me, you have no idea." A scowl flashed on his brow.

MC arched a brow. "Really? You almost sound jealous Mr Sallow."

Teasing was definitely more familiar territory with him, but MC found she was holding her breath.

"Of course not." A glorious blush spread across Sebastian's cheeks and he let go of her, pushing his hands through his hair and turning to pace before the scattered books. Her skin felt strangely chilled without his hands gracing it. "You said it yourself, you reveal more of yourself to me than anyone else. I have no reason to be jealous."

Oh, she was already regretting those words, he was going to be awfully smug now. She folded her arms. "So, you wouldn't mind if I asked Garreth to help me with an extra assignment instead this weekend?"

"What assignment?" He asked, spinning back to look at her.

Her lips twitched with the need to grin. "Oh, you know, the usual sneaking about after dark. I reckon Garreth won't mind breaking a few rules with me."

Sebastian's jaw tightened. His eyes travelled down the length of her before gazing at her face. "Will you be sneaking around in the dark with Garreth dressed in nought but your night gown?"

Embarrassment swirled with a pinch of excitement in her belly at the way he stared, but she covered it smoothly with more teasing. She gripped the white cotton of her nightgown, spreading it slightly as if to curtsey. "Oh, I don't know, do you think he wouldn't approve?"

Sebastian looked as if he was about to step towards her but he hesitated, bringing both of hands to his mouth as if praying. "I think he would be far too over excited at such a sight," he said tightly. "Perhaps not such a good idea."

"No?" Her heart thudded in her chest. "What about you? Are you 'over excited'?"

His eyes widened and another flush spread up his neck and face. He opened his mouth to speak once, twice, and MC felt a giggle bubble up her throat. Oh, but she was being most horrid and scandalous! And it would serve him right after the way he made her heart jump and twirl in her chest at times.

She almost skipped as she moved towards him, her hands reaching for his wonky tie. He had so gently wrapped her in the robe, it would be rude not to return the gesture. She straightened the tie up, slowly and deliberately, hearing the soft intake of his breath between his teeth. She met his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes, and gave him a soft smile. "Its late," she whispered. "We should return to the common room."

He cleared his throat. "Does this mean I am forgiven?"

She stared up at him, her hands resting lightly either side of his tie. She could feel the rise and fall of his breathing, see the way his pupils were reacting to the candle light, and she knew, deep inside her, that he was the biggest distraction in her life but she didn't think she would ever be able to breathe properly again if he disappeared. It was frightening, how quickly he had wrapped himself around her like that. Her own feelings for this boy scared her, more than any monster this new magical world could throw at her, but Merlin did it make her feel alive.

Her lips curved upwards as she gripped hold of his robe, pulling him downwards as her heels lifted. She pressed her mouth against his in the softest kiss, a brief but warm sign of affection that made her blood sing.

"For now," she said cheekily. She let him go. He couldn't look more stunned. "My my, Sebastian, you look lost for words."

She didn't get a chance to step too far back from him. His hands reached for her, snaking about her waist as he pulled her back against him. A gasp burst from her lips as their bodies were pressed flush against each other. One of his hands slid up her spine, his fingers entangled in her hair as he stole another kiss from her mouth. This was no soft, delicate touch, this was a firm declaration that stole the very breath from her lungs. When he pulled his face back a little, their hot breaths mingled as they stared at each other.

"From now on, the only boy who gets to see you in your nightgown is me," he said gruffly.

"Is that so?" She breathed.

"Oh, I am insisting on it."

She smiled. The pendulum of emotions inside her took another swing. Less than an hour ago she had wanted to smack him one on his cute, freckled nose. Now, she never wanted him to let her go.

He slowly, reluctantly, released his grip on her. But, his fingers found hers and they interlinked. "Now, allow me to escort you back to the common room. You never know who could be prowling the halls at this time of night."

His smirk was a mirror of her own.

[axolotaquestions]

please please PLEASE anything phoebe and ford related!!! Maybe some lore you haven't shared yet?? Or anything with them in general I LOVE THEM SOO MUCH !!

Weeping in my hands ALL I HAVE IS ANGST ON MY BRAIN WAAGH,,,

RAMBLE WITH DOODLES BELOW WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

So I finally wrapped my head around what exactly happens before Ford comes back, and basically..BILL TRICKS AND POSSESSES HER! But if we wanna know that, we gotta know WHAT HAPPENED DAWG.

So Phoebe left Fords life because she thought he was going insane over his research. To a degree where it was scaring her. What she DOSENT KNOW, is that it was actually Bill pretending to BE Ford to solely scare her off. And Ford KNEW this! Bill had buttered him up so much, that he was on board with the idea of letting Phoebe down just to focus more on his life’s work. And after everything that happened with that, oh man did he regret it.

So what does Bill do?

He tries to yank her arm off while on a “date” with her As Ford, resulting her to slap him in the face and run off.

NOTE: she has NO IDEA who Bill is btw. She thinks this is ALL FORD.

NOW GETTING CLOSER TO THE PRESENT (ISH):

Bill uses Phoebe to attempt to get his hands on the rift (obviously that backfires) but MAN he nearly has everyone fooled except for Ford. She only trusted bill because she was starting to lose hope in Stan on getting Ford back with the portal. Overthinking that the portal wasn’t going to work, or something would go wrong, while also obsessing over her own research to try and figure out SOME way to get to him. Bill saw that vulnerability and used it as an advantage…

So when she regains control of herself ((maybe they have to go into her mind to free her, kinda like how the kids went into Stan’s mind to get Bill outta there SIMILAR TO THAT BUT A LITTLE MORE ELABORATE BARE WITH ME-)

THATS when she sees Ford for the first time in 30 years. She doesn’t even know how to react. She just. She puts her hands on either side of his face in disbelief and starts BAWLING. The realization that he’s finally back, and the fact that Bill was the sole reason she walked out of his life in the first place. She feels at fault.

SO THANK YOU FOR STICKING AROUND FOR THIS RAMBLE FEST I AM SORRY //BACKFLIPS

[legacyshenanigans]

@dreambender96 💜

I kept saying I'd do it, so here you go 🐺💚

If you ever catch me doing NSFW stuff with other characters outside of my own lore and HC, MC is single and so is he. 😌

NSFW below. Not proofread.

Rowan x MC

She sat nearby, watching him fight another poor soul in the ring at The Den, the only people that took him on were those who had a death wish, or cocky folk who THOUGHT they were good enough, it all ended the same way in the end, Rowan beat the living shit out of them. MC would admire his body as he fought, she couldn't help but bite her lip at times, his muscles, glistening with sweat, it was enough to send her over the edge everytime. He'd got done with the fool in the ring, and glanced over towards her, she smiled and gave him a little clap, he shot her a wink, baring a fang with a wide smirk before he climbed out of the ring heading towards the showers. MC started doing some things she'd needed to finish before she walked past the shower area as he was coming out in his towel.

Rowan: Hey *narrows his eyes with a grin*

MC: You did good out there today *smiles*

Rowan: Heh..Course I did..

His cheeky smile made her blush as he looked down at her, moving forward, forcing her back into a wall in the corridor they stood in, trapping her between him and bricks, his arm also leaning on the wall above her head. She found herself blushing even more with how close he was to her, her eyes traveled up his chest to meet his eyes, he bared his fangs again with a smile, knowing exactly what he was doing. This wouldn't of been the first time the two had hooked up, it had happened a number of times, nothing emotional, just sex, he was the kinda guy who knew what he wanted and got it, and she just so happend to be one of his regular picks, part of the pack. He leaned his head down, licking up the side of her neck with chuckle, MC letting out a small mewl as she then felt his teeth give her skin a little bite, he whispered in her ear, as his other hand trailed down her body, gripping at her hip.

Rowan: Get in the bathroom..

MC: *giggles* Rowan, I've got some things I need to finish.

Rowan: Yeah? Well ya can finish after I fuckin fill you up, just a quick little fuck, c'mon *deep playful chuckle*

He gave her behind a little slap, urging her towards the bathroom door, she let out another giggle as she stepped inside, no sooner had she turned to face Rowan, he grabbed her with a growl and lifted her up like she weighed nothing, she yelped from the sudden contact which made him smirk, wrapping her arm and legs around him, Rowan let his towel drop as he walked over to a wall in the bathroom, pushing her body up against it, his lips smashing onto hers in a messy aggressive makeout as one of his hands reached under her skirt, moving her underwear to the side, he smirked against he lips, then grabbing hold of his now throbbing cock, positioning it at her slit, slightly pushing his tip into her, she took in a small sharp breath her grip around him tightening.

Rowan: Are ya ready to take it? *licks his lips, grinning*

MC: Y-Yes, p-please..Hurry.

With that, Rowan grunted as he pushed himself inside of her harshly, MC cried out feeling his thick member stretching her out, the sting not lasting long before her slickness eased it.

MC: Ohh god! Mmph~

Rowan let out a low breathy chuckle, his hands gripping at her arse, sharply bumping his hips up into her. MC became a quick mess, taking his cock, with each hard stroke and groan he let out, his bucking only got faster, that wild look in his eye's that he had everytime they fucked, piercing into hers through furrowed brows.

His only goal and thought in that moment was to give her his cum. He continued to pound into her, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the bathroom, MC's moans became louder, as her fingers dug into the top of his back making him growl out, he brought his head forward licking at her neck again as he felt himself rising.

Rowan: *gritted teeth against her ear* Rrrgh, fffffuck..

MC clung tighter to him, knowing what was coming, Rowan gave her a few more hard bucks before biting down on neck, letting out a deep drawn-out moan into her skin, MC gasped loudly feeling his cock pumping that potent load deep inside her, the pressure of how much he cums forcing it's way down, and spluttering out of the sides, while his cock was still pushed as far as he could get inside of her.

MC: O-Oh~ mmmph~ R-Rowan~

He pulled his head back and smirked at her, his lips coming forward to give her a quick kiss before he set her down, catching his breath. He leaned against her again, his chest heaving looking down at her as she looked up at him once more, with a dirty little smile on her face, his cum trickling down her legs.

Rowan: *toothy smile* Ya definitely my favourite bitch to fuck, ya know that?

~

[sephirthoughts]

B, J, O and W, please! 💜

Woohoo an excuse to gush about The Characters™️!!! Thank you for the ask!

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

I actually never considered Vincent/Cloud from FF7, before my friend posted something about the ships they like, and it got into my head. They're a lot more suited to one another than I thought!

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

I had no idea Elden Ring had such a…let's call them vivacious and energetic fanbase and shipping community, but about half my friends on here post about it all the time. I've gathered quite a bit of lore by osmosis at this point. It's been delightful. I like the redheaded armor guy with crazy fire eyes and the blonde femboy the most. 😂

A thing I had no idea EXISTED was an indie game called The Coffin Of Andy and Leyley, a very adorable story about a demon-summoning, cannibalistic, probably incestuous brother and sister.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Ethel Cain-Unpunishable has been in my head all day for no fucking reason (except it fucking SLAPS) so I'm picking that one. It reminds me of Genesis Rhapsodos for a number of sad, sad reasons. I highly recommend it!

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

previously aloof/uninterested/otherwise unapproachable woman gets eventually 'tamed' by the loser main male character and is suddenly a brainless, dick-drunk arm trophy because fuck you. game devs letting gamebros 'conquer' the female characters as analogues for all the girls who didn't like them irl is pathetic and lame and the reason i shy away from 'romance' options in every game. they're always hetero and always stupid. YOU FOOLS DON'T DESERVE TIFA OK

[justmenoworries]

Lore Olympus Episode 235 Spoilers

Oh god, why did they have to slap me in the face with Hades' foot fetish, I legit did not need to see that.

Persie gets over having left behind her mother and all her friends in the Mortal Realm pretty quickly. Shouldn't be surprised at this point, Hades' dick has been the only thing she cares about for quite a while now.

The way RS wrote in this hokey-ass exchange just to have a 'gotcha' against readers who pointed out that Persephone was pretty much emotionally manipulated into saying 'yes' to the wedding.

"If I did not want to marry you, we wouldn't be sitting here."

Girl, he literally took advantage of your feelings of inadequacy, groomed you when you were still his employee and underage and then kept pressuring you about marriage when you made it clear you weren't ready yet. And then he used your conflict with your mother to pop the question, who are you trying to fool?

More Demeter-bashing, marvelous.

Zeus and Hades can both choke, they're objectively awful people and Demeter deserves better than having to continually put up with their bullshit.

Side note: Screw Hestia, woman was legit about to keep the fact that Zeus was a cheating d-bag from Demeter if Demeter hadn't pressured her to spill.

"I want you to know that I resent being dragged into this drama."

How exactly is looking out for and warning your sister away from a bad partner 'drama'??? Do you care about anyone but yourself, you flaky, spineless lemon????

[doomboy911]

Theme Jester

Prompt List Swordtember

Commentary

There's a character in Discworld a fool that Terry Pratchett reminds us that no matter what he has bells on he can't walk down the hallway he has to jingle down the hallway. When he gets stabbed with a sword and thinks he's dying DEATH equally confused pulls out his hourglass to check and of course his hourglass has bells on it. There now you know some Discworld lore.

Inspired by the beloved book series I took the little jingly jester staff and slapped a golden blade, maybe it's fools gold. I went for nice harlequin colors both in my design and in the background. Originally i had a silver blade but it looked really boring so I changed it to gold. More befitting a silly little fool.

Palette Picked

[stxrmnight]

Fandaniel's Rencor - Where were you?

For @applesyrcusweek Day 4 - Free Day Thank you @/marshberries for the idea and Fandaniel dialogue help This supposed to be brief headcanon piece turned into a full pov fic from Fandaniel towards my WoL in Endwalker, so I decided to add it to the week. I linked the WoL lore details referenced but there is should be no need to read them to enjoy this fic

Since Nemi managed to be let go by Hermes from Kairos' spell, the memory of her last words to Hermes was one of the memories most seared into his soul. Her declaration of a brighter future would be a vague memory in Amon's dreams, a motivation between the indifferent states he labored and performed for. This wouldn't be the only memory made clear by the ascension to the Seat of Fandaniel though: Meteion's report and the truth of the Final Days would flood his mind as well.

After all his efforts to improve Allag were rendered pointless by Xande's revelations on death, this felt like a slap to the face. After his hard work to improve life, his Emperor's turn to nihilism was echoed by the universe itself. The whispers of some bubbly elezen with cheap enhacements were making him waste his life all along? Even if she is from a more distant better future, why couldn't he have it? Is he less deserving? Where is this hero when Allag needed her?

Regardless of the truth, Fandaniel now has eternity and a daunting judgement of life with more evidence than the other. He would forget the elezen while vying the possibilities to bring back the Final Days, up until the Ascian Convocation gathered to ponder her defeat of Lahabrea. She had none of her odd traits from the memory, and the suffering she's to survive could be the Ascians' attempt to stop her. Bidding his time, Fandaniel saw his hypothesis be proved correct: the causes she supported brought harmony and freedom to so many lands, and she brought down the three unsundered Ascians in order to protect these efforts. A Bringer of Light and Hope opened the door for him to set the End in motion: It was only fitting to the truth of the Universe.

This benefited him, yet he felt an intense bitterness seeing her come back from transmogrification. A seeming clone of herself and a party of true comrades ventured to save her from Light's corruption, while Noah and the other would have ditched him like every poor fool on their operating tables. He too had tried to help everyone, and this is how he ends? Seeing this memory live and fare much better than he did? Why did does she get to succeed where he failed?

For a scientist like Amon, this merits study. He would peruse any trails of information on her persona on public records. Trails of her greener days were not an interesting picture, but when he acquired Asahi's body an intriguing hint slotted in his mind: the Ragger Ghost and Witch ghost murders in Doma. If the Yotsuyu phantom seen by victims and survivors was the woman herself, someone had to be the green-wrapped murderer described with elezen-like proportions he would recognize anywhere. Coincidentaly, a report on the death of the whole Corpse Brigade long ago reported the Warrior of Light to be in the area, or Nemi as he should call her. The battered state of the bodies matched the modus operandi to a degree non-scientists wouldn't catch. If he were to confront her with the facts, would she match Asahi's gut instincts' perceptions?

But before that, he got the Crown Prince as an ally and inquired to him about Nemi... which proved to be a waste. All aside from battle sounded nothing like his research at all; Introducing himself to Nemi at the Royal Menagerie solidified that further. He was glad to not cause that sort of obsession on the Crown prince.

Locating her apartment, he opted for the civil way of teleporting through the main entrance. A Projection Module tried to encase him but he knew its unlocking code from memory. Waltzing in, he bowed and attempted to greet her as a fellow person in a neutral space, claiming the loss of the Paglth'an towers has caused him to deliver bad and good news to her before ducking a teapot to the face. "Oh, this is how you treat your visits?"

"You're just trying to be a coward and poison me or something. Get out before I bite your throat! You made very clear you didn't want to talk," the pineapple lashed out, holding a tray like a weapon.

"Oh, then you entertained Emet before grabbing the heart out of his chest? How vicious!"

"NO! I hate that guy! Where are you even getting your intel from? Zenos?" she paused and grimaced. "...This is not for material for Zenos to masturbate over, is it? I didn't cross you for that kind of creep."

Fandaniel blinked with a stupefied frozen grin. "What."

"Oh, then you don't know of the virgin who confessed to coming in his pants without knowing that's what he was saying at the cusp of the Revolution. Well, sorry to burst your bubble! That's the kind of pampered shit you've allied yourself with."

Cringing and melting over a Rattan sofa, Fandaniel sighed heavily. "Oh, I shouldn't be encoumbered by my Lord's banal proclivities, but that is even beyond pathetic. I resent this mental image."

He heard her steps tentatively close on the chair in front of the window. "Well, I can't think of other connections if you're not here to kill me."

Fandaniel flipped over the sofa and laid on it, taking and biting the head off a candy Tanuki from the table. "My lord said I shall not harm you no matter what, for you are his prey alone."

Nemi now stood by the chair warily, eyebrows lightly scrunched. "That really was a reassuring thing to say. If you dislike him so much, why even bother with him?"

Fandaniel brushed his face like a wet towel. "His fixation seemed to chalk on pride to my understanding, and his passive agreement put the meat in my plans I wouldn't find elsewhere. If you wanted to strike the Warrior of Light down, wouldn't a whole army of a proud empire be the best knife on your palm?"

Nemi tilted her face with doubt, "If you could more easily get them in line to be tempered, sure. What primal does Garlemald even have by the way?"

Biting the last candy bit, Fandaniel tapped his lips with one finger. "Tsk tsk. We're not at that act yet!"

Nemi just sighed. "Why am I even talking to you?"

Fandaniel stretched his arms and turned to sit proper. "Cause you're actually nice it seems! Extremely so. Even a man of my caliber finds it easy to talk to you."

Scoffing, Nemi slapped a hand reaching for coffee biscuits. "Bullshit. You're just trying to find an easier way to kill me."

Feigning offense, he kissed his hand knuckles. "Not quite. I do find some interesting oddities in people. And you know what's fun about you?" He waved with a flourish, leaning his elbows on the table and propping his chin with a familiar mocking grin. "Your whereabouts during the serial murders reports before Tsukuyomi was summoned."

Nemi visibly stilled, blinking carefully into a confused squint. "Are you trying to imitate Asahi just to rile me up?"

"So he did suspect you of involvement at the time," he smirked, spinning upwards in levitation, "This body doesn't lie in its sense of apprehension... He heard rumours on Jifuya's death, one moved from the enclave after a conflict of interest. Another had seen you and Yugiri near him in the One River." He stopped spinning in a half lay position, resting his face on his hand.

Nemi stepped back, frowning with confusion. "Uh, yes? Hien asked me to accompany her on questioning. Are you really this desperate to make up a narrative?"

"No little hisser, I'm on the trail of a motive. Nothing indicated any motivation to dislike that pig except for the real reason of his transfer, which a select few including you know... well, at least before his corpse had it mangled all over his skin."

Nemi frowned at the new moniker, staring with more disbelief. "Any of his victims could have recognized his face, and I doubt they'd factor in your grand plans for you to care so much about it."

"Oh please, don't get so boring my darling host! You can't help but be curious too if you're innocent, hm?" He floated backwards, drawing cookies cutting into familiar shapes near his fingers. "It can't be another pimp since you, Hien, Yugiri, Gosetsu and Alphinaud isolated in the Doman Enclave mansion to keep dear Tsuyu a secret. Even if she left at night to procure a contact, who would want to help the Wicked Witch of Doma?" He let the cookies drop, and waved a shape of dark aether as described: "Not to mention the height, slenderness and shape of the head rags. Why extend so much if not to cover long ears no native possess? I'm quite intimate with elezen anatomy you see."

Nemi groaned disgusted, crossing her arms and leaning back. "Like glamours don't exist to look more intimidating. You're still grasping on air. Are you sure that twink isn't clouding your mind?"

Suddenly lurching front, Fandaniel backtracked Nemi against the window. "No my dear, he didn't know you wield a claymore! He could see your viciousness, but he had no scientist mind to match the wounds with the right tool, which I see you use plenty." With a giggle, he whispered in her ear, savoring how cold her blood ran. "Tell me, is that why you killed the Corpse Brigade too? I know you were nearby, and the size of bone crushing matches no weapon of the regular Ul'dahn but a claymore fits perfect." Standing back on the ground, he tilted right with interlocked hands. "Now hero, what is your alibi?"

After too massive breathe-ins, Nemi closed her eyes and sighed. "If you know that much, I have no reason to hide it." In the window behind her, clouds unveiled the moon. Her gaze half-lids with a gold eye, voice distorted with another as she towers over him. "Yes, I am the Ragger Ghost. Happy with your circumstantial evidence a dead face can't deliver?"

"Haha, nothing!" He cackled bending over. "Just with the sheer satisfaction the Warrior of Light is not as pure and inspiring as everyone says she is! You must be so proud of yourself-"

Clawed fingers gripped his collar and tossed his shoulder to crash with wood, hissing as tomes tumbled behind him. He scrambled to look up as she advanced slowly, huffing and chuckling. "My, what stoic brutality! Nothing like that silly teacup show you were pulling earlier. But there is no need to put a mask around me." He pointed with his toe "What are you covering with the possessed look? That you enjoy the rush of guts and gore?"

Nemi's widened to incredulous staring, the spell seemingly broken.

"Is it not?" He continued crossing over his legs. "But then why bother with so brutal torture? Some Allagans would like you-"

"Did you read the report files or not?!" She screamed, voice breaking. "Then you would know what all of them did in common. I don't kill cause I just want to!"

The naked honesty froze Fandaniel, but he leaned on his elbow quickly to recover his cool. "Then why do you cover your steps? Any of those fools know you could crush them under your foot."

She grabbed her temple, clearly trying not to tear up. "You wouldn't understand. You clearly don't want to live with everyone else. I do," she sighed with an empty gaze, "and I know I'll never be truly understood."

Fandaniel swallowed dry. The air was getting too thick for his wind-void cavernous chest. He should leave before another organ in him jolts to this mirror of himself. "My, getting off the pedestal would surely do you good, Hero-"

"DID YOU READ THE REPORTS OR NOT? LEAVE."

"As you wish, hero." He spoke unamused before teleporting away, heart hammering in his chest. He knew this would strike a risky chord, but the reciprocity caused by her naked emotion and pain threw him in a whirlwind of confusion. Did anyone in Allag or the Ascians suffer so plainly and open to the eye? He could only remember his own tears, no one else's.

He hadn't thought in so long to want to say he understood more than she would know. He shouldn't feel this now.

Later in the Tower of Zot, Fandaniel found himself deigning the truth of his persona to measure the Hero's truth of her words. Would she catch on how similar they are? Disappointingly, she just asked if Allag's hubris was really for the rest of the world to suffer, finding the acceleration for one necromancy blunder excessive.

"Yet again, my words appear to be lost on you." He lowered his eyes, "I utterly despise watching you and your companions' gestures of hopefulness and solemnity when all you know is bound to ruin. What is it that you hope to achieve in the end? Covering your ears and digging your head deep into denial?" He scoffed rounding the platform around her, stopping for a deep breath. "Emperor Xande revealed to me an absolute truth of the Stars, of life itself, and even now it remains uncontested. I hoped for your comprehension given your tendency for the unconventional realities of life, but conformity is your choice in the end. This was meaningless..."

The hero frowned and looked away fist on her chin. "You are mad cause we're positive and persistent, while your world fell into disrepair despite your efforts?" She looked at him with a softness in her frown he despised. "You know the troubles of the present took a long time to resolve, right? It was not one singular event or the other. You are just one man," she sighed. "What you said at my apartment and this... What were you thinking or, expecting from me? No one's truly noble."

The lack of contempt or condescension, it was truly infuriating. Fandaniel just rose his chin with disgust after all that. "What did I just warn you to not do? It's like you listened to nothing I graced you with. Very well, I shall focus only on your destruction."

"But you didn't answer my question!"

No matter. She couldn't know of a distant past lest he might want to destroy it, which would supplant his very existence from the root. But toying with her resolve should not be beyond the order of time. Maybe he is the executioner of the trials she comes to survive and endure? Aulus' technology had inspired him a way to ensure the Tower of Babil's launch and play his role in cracking the hero's shell.

Except, he cracked more than he bargained for.

The hero almost tripped off that shining dog, holding her scythe with trembling hands as she watched the brand being destroyed. the mere sight of Zenos seemed to paralyze her, which is at odds with the actual experience that should have been a struggle. Did he overestimate her?

But as he silently walked to the precipice satisfied, he heard a dry cough of pain and aether zoom that ticked him too late to the hand now grabbing his shoulder.

"Hey."

He could only turn quickly and stare despectively, like he wasn't in great danger of not making it to the brand.

"Hey"

But she looked all but ready to bite. Her panting was slow, and her eyes struggled to stay open to the blows she gave to her possessed body on the snow. Did she not heal herself?

"Did you, did you really have to do that?"

He huffed undignified. "And who is grabbing my arm? A hero or a shaved dog? The brands' destruction is nothing to the trials you've already survived."

Her jaw gave away as her eyes widened, clawed fists shaking into erratic waving. "No! You don't think it's anything?! To let that, let him !" she exclaimed pointing at Zenos, "worm and squirm in the recesses of my mind?! And force me in corners of his? I don't understand how that would help you unleash the Final days!"

At least Fandaniel's confusion and mute realization seemed to calm her, wide eyes dropping to the floor with quietening limbs. "Oh, you, you did not mean to do that... ha... ha... hahahahahahhaHAHAHAHAHAA!!!" She pulled her bangs with her fists, completely useless as laughter madder and painful than his racked her frame. She hissed in a language he could not understand when Zenos bleeted about enjoying it, and yellow seemed to try to flash in eyes that grew more and more lost. This wouldn't do for the end of his act. He had to get her back on script.

But he wondered, could this culminate in total despair... like his dear emperor fell? Was this a spiritual death done at his hand?

"So Aulus' design had a flaw?" He spoke softly at first, touching her head until she brusquely stood back up and nearly tripped. "How unfortunate, I never intended for such a thing to transpire." Taking a step back to the edge of the chasm, he raised his arms with a wicked grin, "But you are still a hero, are you not? Will you wallow away as the villain claims his prize, or will you follow my lead until the end I wonder?" Stepping onto the precipice, he revels on the shock in her fully present eyes as her hand reached nothing. "Come, let us bring an end to our suffering."

Even with the frazzled look on her eyes, she fought fiercely and desperately. Truly, her candle could not be fizzled out by horrors he couldn't understand. As he saw her mistake dawn on her, he contemplated what he'd lost in his first life, all that he would pass on to the woman who thought her home truly safe and sound. Having been torn so violently, would the memory of her promise change? When it didn't, the dying primal frowned at her bitterly. No matter what happens... "You did your best." That bitterly passed his lips before nothingness.

Now he was floating with no desires, needs or full awareness... Such bliss. He could turn up and glance at the world wherever and whenever he desired, and shut it away in an instant. The tumultuous chaos remained distant to him, though the twist of the people themselves turning did make him frown. That's not how it was recorded to happen, but it made sense mechanically. The horror of it increased the effectiveness at which people perished....

But, their souls did not enter this realm of nothingness. Where did they go? What could they sense wherever they ended? And to make matters worse, The living had banded against the blasphemies extending their futile suffering. He almost wished to avert away, but Nemi's disappearance from the source puzzled him enough to keep his attention in many places. When she reemerged from his precious Crystal Tower, he could not look away. She went to the First... for what exactly? Far more puzzling that her sorry band descended into the Aetherial sea itself, which he couldn't let be so easy. It was time for this show to end!

...and it seemed it would be his show. Of course, of course his soul and real self alone couldn't stand a chance. But he did the most out of what he got, and he wouldn't have to watch the same tired struggle over and over across millennia... but then Nemi said the name of the lost little girl that was caught as the mechanism of the end, a name only existing in his dreams.

"How... how do you know that name?"

"Would you believe me if I told you the First's Crystal Tower comes from a future where time travel was harnessed? Elidibus' soul was still stuck inside and he had a vision of me and where to send me so... hey, I'm one of the reasons we're all here now, I guess, and I mean to make justice of the tragedy that started the Final Days. If you know Meteion, you probably remember what she is and Hermes' intentions, right?"

Amon could do nothing but laugh bitterly. He knew the woman in her dreams had to be Nemi, but for her to straight up say it means she promised to end inscrutable energy echoing the death of several lost worlds. She found the truth herself and, still refuses it? With no fight left in him, Amon disclosed the memory dreams that haunted him before his ascension, and the doubt that licked at the heels of his own resolve to end everything. With a last sigh , he looked at Nemi in the eyes and whispered. "There is just no other end in sight. I can't see another end in sight... how, how did you see differently knowing the root of the Final Days, and everything you have after your suffering being prone to fall to them? Where your words to Hermes true, or just a bluff to perish here and not alone?"

He detested the worry in her grimace, how it could not be discarded as cheap pity. "Amon, I really meant it. Not just Meteion's plight but Hermes' loneliness needed experiences and openness their time just didn't have, but I know and have lived it deeply. Even if the odds are the worst, what's the point of not trying still? That kid shouldn't be stuck in that cage, not even understanding all or any about the world she's hurting. I'm not abandoning anyone if I can find them! Besides, a classic fight against a big powerful entity isn't the worst thing that's happened to me if I'm being frank."

Amon didn't know if to laugh or cry. "Maybe the times of Allag just needed more bleeding to a fault people like you. At least you have no fear to waste your breath."

He only heard steps before his feet lost ground pulled by the scruffs (souls can be touched here?), but the green eyes punching his view were more pouty than anything. "Listen here you little clown: just cause you made a god explode doesn't mean you get to keep sniveling and looking down at me for persisting. Do you want to be open to more bright answers or not?" Putting him down, she fixed the necktie and dusted his pauldrons before crossing her arms. "That said, having a static thought cycle in your head must have been annoying. I'm sorry you had my voice in repeat against your will."

Amon scoffed under his mask. "You're smiling, but I concede you have the right to that sarcasm. But what import are my opinions to you?"

Nemi's mouth quirked up a little. Somehow, he hated her even less. "You did upend everyone's lives for your hypothesis, so I'm going to defeat you in your own camp," she leaned forth with a lopsided grin, "I'll prove you wrong by going to the end of the universe and getting Meteion out of there, proving your answer wrong. Then you'll have to think again and make a new, answer."

"Did you mean hypothesis?" yelled the black-robed m'iqote from afar.

"Y'sthola! I'm trying here!" she turned with a flustered and annoyed voice. To this he had to chuckle. To sound so normal after how utterly disturbed she wheezed before his death... at least she's sincere and consistent.

"Very well, I've heard enough of your prattle. All of you out there, you are proper scholars like the old age? I expect you to collect proper evidence if by some odd twist of luck she succeeds. I doubt she has the training to do so."

"Hey!"

And with this he dissolved his perceivable form, floating away from the coming god clash to collect his thoughts. Much as he did wish for a better truth for life deep inside, what would that make all of his actions? It mattered little to him as a dead person, but if life is worth the sorrow then many have been lost for... no, if he had not labored with what he knew best, they would not have a fighting chance if the Song of Oblivion got through Zordiak's fading presence eventually, and Garlemald would still be a thorn on the present world's side. It is another of Emet-Selch's vanaglorious constructions after all. And he?He as Fandaniel was part of the sorrow and misery inherent to life, and no one could fault him for playing his part.

Then why was he being summoned by the Traveler's stone?

He opened his eyes to vibrant blue skies, crossed by familiar stones and markings of his seals now broken. My, and with such little grace. The offending caller was not visible, which forced him to turn and see his Crystal Tower behind her. Ugh. What is her point?

"Did you think this would make for a nice gesture? You couldn't even call for me in the real face of my soul." He rose an eyebrow quizzically, feeling the lighter fabric of Fandaniel's cloak too well. Fitting for the mask he committed his actions in this life, he supposed. "Are you in the habit of rubbing your domination to every person you defeat?"

Nemi rolled her eyes with one hand on her hip. "I'm sorry? Did you want me to go through Sharlayan regulations to look through that whole blue sea? That'd be hopeless!"

"Tch, the fact you are alive and the skies are blue is enough of a statement of you proving your point. You hardly need me present to know your own victory."

"Well, that isn't all of it!" She leaned over, making him hiss missing his real height. "Your hypothesis is wrong now, so you have to make a new one right this moment, oh great scientist of Allag-"

"I vow, if you don't cease this weak copycat I'll haunt your life unfinished."

Nemi stepped back with hands raised. "Okay okay, I'm sorry. I really thought you were invested in the act if you had no one to impress unlike your Allag times."

He sighed deeply before looked at the summit of the tower, gleaming and colorful reflecting the sun. "Regardless, you shouldn't put so much stake in the words of the dead. If life is not pointless then, I have no answer and that's the end of my lines."

Nemi fisted her clawed hand under her chin. "Are you really this repulsed to attention? I just thought it'd be nice to hear a better answer is right, even if it's not quite defined. Would you really be happy if you were right?"

Amon sighed. "Truly, I admit to be at a loss after all this time... and I'm a poor referral with the life you know I have lived. I'm the worst, the worst individual of this star to formulate a new sentence of life," he shrugged waving to her. "You should know that, as the one who defeated despair."

"Whoa... that had no veneer of mockery. What is wrong?"

"Nothing, just returning your transparency in our first chat alone. No one in Allag would admit to their pain and isolation so openly, nor slap me with the impulse to speak with a similar truth."

For the first time in their conversations, Nemi's mouth dropped in realization and, turned away with a smaller voice. "What did people do if they were found and, hurt so deeply then?"

Amon took the chance to chuckle. "Swap your head for a dog in your sleep, and leave it at that."

She took a step back. "Y-you have to be kidding!"

For the first time in forever he laughed sincerely. Oh, modern humans. "Maybe that insufferable sincerity of yours would have served Allag better. My time wasn't really like that..."

Nemi opened her mouth when a chirp flew overhead, and a blue blur soared around Nemi's cape and shoulders. She brightened surprised and extended a hand as perch, letting the form settle and preen under her pets. Amon finally caught on her tail and the blue hue of her feathers, and he needed no more for tears to pool his dry eyes. Almost on its own, his hand approached shakily and froze when she poofed at the sight of him. Could she recognize his soul? What did Nemi tell her? "I..." I'm all that's left, I used his memories to make nothing better. I

Soft feathers pressed with the bunt of her head, chirping a song rocking his throats with sobs that almost rode the melody... His hand finally pet her, wrecked by the gentleness and softer chirps accepting hims as well. This might not be who he loved and lost himself, but knowing her hope and how it was dashed and forced out of her, much like he was robbed of a normal death... He kept petting in fervent silence as his form turned blue, not looking up until Nemi gasped and stared stunned back at him. Looking up he felt longer hair strands brush his sharper nose and his ears strain against the fabric. Oh, I'm wearing my face again? Then my face was not her design but, mine. My soul speaks my truth as I'm, finally seen.

"Thank you..." Was all he whispered as this temporal form fully faded, back to a rest filled with pure peace this time.

[nextstopwonderland]

Masterlist of Bryanwheeler (mostly) AV I’ve posted

BCC and other masterlists all here

Video clips

“I’m gonna slap Wheeler later”

“If you made me do a Mount Rushmore, Bryan’s on it for sure.”

Wheeler talks about the special moment he shared with Bryan Danielson

Bryan taught him this one

Bryan discusses “everything with Wheeler” being what he’s most proudest of

“You’re gonna have to get in real close” - Bryan and Wheeler issue an ROH challenge (includes screencaps)

“I couldn’t be prouder of wheeler Yuta”

"If he's gonna do what I think he's gonna do.. .we've been working on this!"

"I'm his friend, I'm his training partner" (includes screencaps)

"I don't think you know what you just did, for doing what you did to wheeler yuta."

“One thing Bryan told me one time, one reason he loves professional wrestling, is because whenever he’s in the ring he feels like he’s just meant to be there and he can just put everything else on pause. I’m gonna try to channel that tonight.”

“All I can really think about is those moments…when they had that bag over Bryan’s head"

Video compilations /fanvids

Bryan & Wheeler star in The Hike

Wheeler fan fest compilation

Only fools rush in (fanvid)

Bryan won’t say he’s in love (fanvid)

Video of Wheeler talking about his Bryan dvds and Bryan being on his Mount Rushmore

You’ve gotta be cruel to be kind (fancam/fanvid)

Death match supercut

Bryan and Yuta but make it a match.com success story commercial (fanvid/edit)

Ramage commentary compilation

Bryan has 3 questions for spokane

Yuta, post-betrayal, doesn't take his eyes off Bryan

Audio posts

Wheeler + his custom Bryan roh DVDs

Text posts

Bryan/Wheeler summarized

On Bryan’s injury

Pre-AEW Wheeler talking about Bryan

Bryan being Wheeler’s main training partner

In my feelings about The Hike (includes photos)

Bryan hits hard

Wheeler’s crush being broadcast in gyms since 2017

Bryan asked about mentoring people like Wheeler and Danny

Disciplining Wheeler

A timeline of Yuta's involvement with Bryan's Wembley journey

Yuta and Bryan, pre and post wrestledream

Yuta plus the Bryan clothes homage

More clothes homage (with Mox too)

"If there's one thing I learned from Bryan Danielson its you don't change who you are just because people around you are changing"

More clothes wearing analysis

Quote/photo posts

“Bryan has found that I definitely respond well to negative motivational tactics”

Bryan giving Wheeler what he needs since 2022

“We were hiking and we both did it”

“I got in earlier to train with Wheeler”

“It honestly meant more to me than actually winning the title”

Bryan bday quotes compilation post

"He's an incredible human being, and that's the part I really look at with people."

"To be there with Claudio, who I’ve known over 20 years, and Yuta, who I’ve become close with, it is hard to describe how much all that meant to me.”

“Its a difficult decision, it’s not one I took lightly, it’s not one i enjoyed.”

Video edit of full gear countdown

Photo posts

Bryan + wheeler + glasses

Bryan/Wheeler match screencaps part 1

Bryan/Wheeler match screencaps part 2 (includes video)

Couple goals, amirite

Wheeler’s got heartseyes

Bryan and Wheeler post death match & here

Collision photos and videos: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Them

Glasses + eyepatch

Protective Yuta once more

Yuta’s been by Bryan’s side

The Hike part 2!!!!

More hike lore

Hike feelings!!

Protective Bryan

"Pure" cinema

Walking Yuta out on Rampage

Rampage screencaps

After All In

Togetherness

Bryan and Yuta hugging

Post-dynamite screencaps

never forget the hike and shoot interview

Yuta and Bryan, mirrors of belt buckling

Gifs

Its giving i desperately wanna talk to my crush vibes (photos/gifs)

[arclith]

I started doing daily drawings again but I've forgotten to post them here oops :P.

Here's the 9 I've done so far. For some context most of these are my OC's. I know I've posted Neoma here before and Zeva was in one or two of my works here but the others were not so I guess some introductions are in order. But before the yap session, some context on number 7 and 8.

Drawing 7 was for april fools, I had promised a Neoma drawing for that day so I made this and posted it with the caption "Probably most Epic Neoma Drawing ever" with content warning over it on twitter and bluesky. Drawing 8 was a study I did of a Ryuko figure sitting on my desk, I don't do digital lineless paint very often unless it's for a background so it was fun practice!

The first drawing is of Zeva's brother Nevis. He's an extremely intelligent person who's seen some pretty nasty things being a researcher intern for a major corporation since he was just a kid (he's just that smart and studious). He barely ever gets any sleep even though he's only an intern cause they work him to the bone with almost no time to rest. Through private testing he learned he has the strange ability interact with anything that's reflected on any object. Because of this he always carries a handmade revolver on him (to him guns are the most effective weapon to use for his ability).

The second drawing is of my boy Zeva! Him and Nevis were pretty close as kids but as Nevis went away for his "internship" and their mother passed away he was forced to live with his pretty miserable father. After some events (saving that for when I actually make my Webcomic) he ends up far from home and alone on the streets of the largest city on the planet New Cider City. As a young kid he has to learn to fend for himself on the brutal streets of the New Cider City outskirts. As he grows he learns he needs to make money somehow to survive so he does street performances using break-dancing moves he makes up by watching people at skate parks he hangs at. Because he gets so fluent at it break dancing is also the way he fights! Years after he's survived on the streets he meets Neoma and gets an opportunity to learn about his special ability from a Master of some sort. His special ability is to manipulate the moisture of the air and the ions around coluds. It's a pretty useful ability!

The fourth drawing is of Zeva and Neoma doing graffiti together, it's something they do to bond. It's a activity they came to do after they realized it would be the perfect activity for Zeva who was molded by street and skate culture and Neoma who has a passion for making art.

The sixth drawing is of Lyna. She is the aforementioned Master. She is highly skilled in the martial arts and seems to know a lot of specifics about how superhuman abilities work. Her ability is to create stars, if she creates one using her left hand it has an explosion that can be set off by slapping her left wrist. If she create one with her right hand it creates a bright flash of light that can be set off by slapping her right wrist.

For the the last drawing (todays drawing) As I previously said I've already talked about Neoma here a bit like her time based ability and her passion for art. This was really just the Neoma art I initially promised before April fools LMAO

Anyway if you've made it all the way to the end congrats! You've withstood my detailed yet vague OC lore dump LMAO. I hope you enjoyed that, thank you for reading and enjoying my art :D

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-hugs- 🖤 as for questions, are there any funny animal images that make you think of specific f/os? what songs have you been listening to that make you think of them/story stuff with them? any silly au thoughts? and silly thoughts in general? what are your f/os fav fruits/vegetables and what are their least favorite? any reasons as to why? if they went to the beach, what would they all be doing? what sort of biome/environment would you see them living in? if you could put them in a time period that wasn’t the one they were in now, what would it be? (feel free to pick and choose questions 🖤🫂)

what songs have you been listening to that make you think of them/story stuff with them?

I've been listening to a lot of AJR's new album, and Hole In The Bottom Of My Brain is a Pleck song to me now <3 (all their songs about trying to be happy/not understanding your purpose/having adhd are Pleck coded also btw; that includes Next Up Forever, Turning Out parts 1, 2, and 3, and Way Less Sad <3<3). Touchy Feely Fool is about me and Deacon btw... I am the touchy feely fool!!! I think there is a vibe early in our relationship where he gets annoyed that I care so much (it's the end of the world!! It's dangerous to care about things that much!!!) and I'm legit like If I could Not Care I WOULD But Alas I Have Fragile Heart Disease and Must Help Everyone </3 😔💅✨ aaaaaaand Steve's Going To London is starting to remind me of the Tenth Doctor 🥺🌠✨💅 maybe it's just me being self indulgent (or the fact that both AJR and the Tenth Doctor are adhd-coded to me...) but I think he'd LOVE AJR in that way he sometimes gets excited about the human race being so delightfully human. Like he listens to Steve's Going To London or Turning Out (all parts) or Maybe Man and he's like Wow.... this is the Human Experience!!! So beautiful :')

any silly au thoughts? and silly thoughts in general?

Me and Rosie discovered Lethal Company recently and (because we are genius's with PHD's in Silly Studies) immediately were like "what is Deacon and Boozer were here wouldn't that be something" and I've been brain rotting about it for quite some time now. My brain is a lore machine too so I'm coming up with all these concepts about what happened to the majority of the human race and why The Company is in charge of everyone left, and why they need these (clearly human) artifacts so badly... it's the perfect amount of danger/action and trauma bonding + a dash of that roommate-type beat cause we all live in the same tiny little spaceship with a four-layered bunk bed <3

and you KNOW I'm thinking "what if I was hurt by one of the Horrors thus creating a situation in which Deacon is too worried to care about the fact that it's suddenly Very Obvious how he feels abt me" + "maybe it doesn't matter actually cause the medicine/venom/fever is making me loopy enough that he's really hoping I don't remember how caring he's being (I do remember tho. I do <3)"

if you could put them in a time period that wasn’t the one they were in now, what would it be?

I wanna put Pleck in the late 90s/early 2000s... give him slap bracelets and silly bands!!! Let him stay up watching nickelodeon!!! He is watching reruns of Full House :') He is enjoying ring pops and pizza rolls <3 He is enjoying having a landline in the house again <3