#he also thought it was neat that there was no real ocean

[marthawrites]

The Post-Flying Gift

Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem reader

Can be read as a one shot but reads best to pt 3 to "Whore, Pet, Lover"

Word count: 2.2k+

About: A rare fully sunny day beckons Daemon and Rhaenyra to fly their dragons above Dragonstone for hours. You are more than happy to watch them in flight. When they return, their dragonblood runs hot.

Includes: Continued slice of life plot, canon incest (this is canon Daemon and Rhaenyra), f/f, pet play undertones, dumbification understones, pussy eating, vaginal fingering, Daemon is stealthy, m/f, implied dick sucking, implied facefucking, aftercare

Note: Hello lovely reader! Apparently it's been nearly a year since I wrote "the gift that keeps giving". WILD. I definitely wanted to revisit this little mini series because my Daemyra brainrot is always real. As always, reader is non-descript. Please, enjoy! ♥

-

A warm sun glinted off Caraxes’ crimson body as he flew above the ocean of Blackwater Bay with Daemon at his reins. So red, and so swift was he against the blue sky, that he appeared to rend the sky with each passing by. Chasing and playing with the Blood-Wyrm was Rhaenyra upon the yellow-scaled Syrax who shone like burnished gold in the sunshine. They��d been flying at least two hours now–perhaps longer.

You had a perfect view of the Black Queen and her Prince Consort from where you stood upon their private balcony overlooking all of Dragonmount. Castle Dragonstone was as much your home now as your previous home had been. You were a birthday gift for the Queen. Deemed “the prettiest whore in all of Westeros” by Daemon Targareyn. A whore you were, then, and now, their little pet. They’ve never treated you badly. You’d never given them a reason to. Oftentimes in the sweet afterglow of your shared pleasures you daresay you are their lover: more than a whore and more than a pet.

Turning inside, you tidied their martial chambers and made sure to have clothes laid out for them for when they return from dragon riding. They both had special garb to fly in. Dragon smell was a very distinct thing, and in your experience even the most skilled servants had a hard time fully ridding the stink. A platter of herb roasted fish, tart berries, and salted root vegetables also sat awaiting their return. 

With a goblet of wine in hand, you returned to the balcony to watch them in flight. Scanning all over where your eyes could see–and double checking–you didn’t see, or hear, them anywhere. They might finally be done, you thought, and a smile twinkled up to your eyes.

A windswept Rhaenyra was the first to return. Silver strands of hair fell from her once neat braid giving her a wonderfully disheveled appearance. “Your Grace!” You said excitedly.

Rhaenyra grinned, beginning to take her leather riding gloves off. Her eyes were bright and wild. “Hello sweet love.” Flight had a way of elating her like none else could. Her riding garb was a mixture of wool and leather, both ash in color, and embellished with black dragonscales. Silver accents paled only in comparison to red gems highlighting the whole set up: coat, tunic, gloves, pants, boots. Aside from her rich Targaryen gowns, this was her favorite attire. “Did you enjoy watching my husband and I fly together?”

“Always! I could watch you both all day from the balcony.”

Matching Rhaenyra’s eyes, a wild smile took over the rest of her features; something dark and mischievous alike. A challenge and a dare. Proud and amused. “Out of all the gifts my husband has ever gotten me… you are my favorite. By far. My darling little pet,” she cooed as she opened the front of her coat and began unbuckling her belt. She sat in a chair and bent to work the lacings of her boots loose. Kicking them off, she sighed contentedly. “Mayhaps one day I will take you asaddle with me on Syrax. Would you like that?”

If watching your Queen begin to undress didn’t get your blood pumping, then her suggestion of flight surely did. “You mean it?” You asked, half dumbfounded by her proposal. “I would love nothing more!”

Her legs were bare, now, and she tossed her coat over to a nearby chair. The only thing she wore was her linen undershirt and smallclothes. She leaned back comfortably against the chair, legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle, and  she beckoned you over with one hand. “Come,” she said with a tilt of her head.

The sly little smirk upon her mouth had your belly doing flips as you walked to her. She was so lovely, and radiant, and tension sparked in the air between you two as you stepped between her legs. “Shall I redo your braid?” You asked softly, doing your best to keep your eagerness at a reasonable level. You really didn’t want to seem completely pathetic. Though, Rhaenerya knew how pathetic you could get for both her and Daemon; the glint of her expression told you she noted your anxious yearning.

Leaning up and forward, she gently cupped your face between her warm palms. With fluttering lids she pressed her lips to yours. Soft. Devious. “Not yet,” she whispered between sensuous kisses. “I don’t think that’s what you’re really interested in right now, is it?” 

Between Rhaenyra and Daemon, you didn’t know which one enjoyed making you blush more. She could see right through you. And, assumedly due to the thrill of flying, she wasn’t shy of putting you right on the spot. You shook your head and sighed blissfully against all of her kisses. You could kiss her until your lips were chapped and still kiss her more. “Not really…”

Her laugh was warm honey dripping down your spine. “I didn’t think so. Good girl for being honest about it.” Once again she leaned back against the chair as she looked at you with pride. But, the darkness of lust shadowed her features. “Flying is truly magnificent. It makes me feel… powerful. Invincible. And free.” As she spoke, one hand curled into your hair and began to gently urge you down. “It makes me feel good,” she added, raspy. “Be my good pet and keep making me feel good.”

Any thoughts you might have had going on in your brain were quickly shut down upon Rhaenyra’s request. You kept your eyes on her and shuddered with delight. You followed her downward push until you happily knelt right there in front of her–right between her parted legs. You pressed both hands up her thighs while planting kisses all along the smooth insides. “I love making you feel good,” you said to her, and she answered with a curl of her fingers inside your hair. You smiled; thoughts already dissipating from your brain.

“Such a pretty, sweet thing looking up at me like that,” Rhaenyra cooed approvingly. She shifted her hips slightly, just enough to make your ministrations easier.

The Black Queen smelled like a dragon. On anyone else you’d hate the sharpness of it. The stink. But on her? Somehow, it was perfect. Between the salty sea air on her skin, unclouded sun rays in her hair, and saddle leather where you knelt, she was the Dragon Queen. Tension rolled through your body until it left the buzz of excitement behind in each place it lingered. You were humming from the inside out. Purring. Rhaenyra’s pretty pet. Leaning down, you sat on all fours in front of her, now. You kissed her covered cunt where you knew her clit was.

The softest of a sigh left Rhaenyra’s mouth. “Tease me any longer and I’ll forbid you from watching us for the next fortnight,” she threatened.

“Yes, your Grace,” you simpered. Curling your fingers beneath the waist of her smallclothes, you pulled them fully down and off. Now there was nothing stopping you from what you both wanted. You repeated those same kisses over her pearl; each longer, softer, your lips parting more and more with each until you tasted her on your tongue. 

“There you are,” she rasped. Looking down at you she smirked triumphantly. She ran her fingers through your hair and said, “keep going. Keep making me feel good.” 

A whine broke from you and your tongue slid up through the fullness of Rhaenyra’s slit. When you saw how her head tipped back in bliss, your own head went brainless–focused now only on her pleasure. You lapped, and circled, and gently sucked, over and over again, your whole attention solely on her and her pleasure. Each of her whines, moans, and inhales of breath sent goosebumps pebbling atop your skin.

Make her feel good. Make her feel good. Make her feel good.

You loved the way she tasted. You loved the way she reacted to you. You loved the way she idly stroked through your hair, or pulled it, or held onto your ears. She was never shy in her passions, and neither were you. 

You lavished her clit until your jaw ached, but you never let it stop you. Rhaenyra’s sounds of pleasure were coming quicker now, sharper, and you knew she was getting close. It was then you delicately slipped a finger into her and began to work her from the inside, too.

“More,” she half stammered.

You added a second and moaned against her. It was only then that you realized how wet you were. How utterly soaked and needy your own cunt was. It clenched around nothing, your bud practically throbbing, your thighs pressing together to give you some minor relief from the pent up tension knotting in your belly. Yet never once did your own hand wander to that incredibly yearning space between your thighs. Your eyes were rolled closed. Only Rhaenyra’s building climax mattered. 

More. More. More.

She shuddered when she came undone around your fingers and upon your mouth. Her orgasm was sweet against your tongue; you dripped with self-satisfaction. It continued to roll through her in waves until the aftershocks had her panting softly. But, even still, you gently licked over all of her. Not enough to overstimulate her, but enough to keep her peak going as long as it could. You moaned softly all throughout; purring.

So lost in bliss, and so focused on your Queen, you hadn’t noticed anything else. You didn’t hear the door open or close. Never did you hear the soft scruff of leather on stone. Nor did you take note of a presence behind you. It was only when you felt fingers pressing into you that you paused to think. Those weren’t your fingers. No. They were too big and felt entirely different than your own. You gasped; desperate. Looking over your shoulder you nearly crumbled.

“Valzȳrys” husband, Rhaenyra whispered with half-lidded eyes.

“Ābrazȳrys” wife, he answered. “You two are having all the fun. Have you any idea how fucking wet your little pet is right now?” As if to make a point, Daemon worked his fingers just right to make you squelch. It was borderline obscene.

Your face was hot and for a moment you thought you’d come right then and there. Your spine dipped lower, presenting yourself to him as he knelt behind you.

“Oh… and how pretty she moans.” Daemon crooned, easily sliding two fingers in and out of you at the most devastatingly wonderful pace. “Did she make you feel good?” He asked Rhaenyra, continuing to finger fuck you from behind.

Rhaenyra grinned wide and smiled breathlessly. “Very.”

“That's our girl.”

You shamelessly pushed back against his hand. You were so slick he could have easily slipped a third in. Despite how well you did, however, you didn’t want to seem greedy, and so you took all that you could from those two fingers. 

“Shall I let her come, or do you wish to see her tears first, my Queen?” 

Dread dropped in your stomach because you knew exactly what he meant by that. Rhaenyra fucking loved to watch Daemon edge you until you were crying and begging for release. It was one of the darker games they liked to play with you. If at any time you wanted the game to stop–everyone knew–all you had to do was ask. Yet, never once had you brought the edging to an early end. As much as you hated it, you also fucking loved it. And so did Daemon. 

Rhaenyra shook her head, still basking in the afterglow of climax. “She did extremely well today. Let her come as she pleases.”

That’s all Daemon needed to hear. He indeed pressed a third into you and gave you exactly what he knew you liked. The tension in your belly sunk deeper, and wound tighter, and had you blabbering near gibberish until it snapped. Liquid warmth filled all of your limbs. Storm static clung to each of your nerves. Your pulse pounded in your fingertips. The force of your peak had you collapse forward until your cheek lay flat on the rug-covered stone floor. You panted, dizzy. 

Daemon gave your backside an approving smack. “A very good girl.”

You smiled softly at both of them relishing in the adoration they had for you, and you had for them. Leaning back up, you gently laid in Rhaenyra’s lap and allowed your eyes to close for a few moments. It wasn’t until Daemon called you that you woke. How long had you dozed off?

“Hm?” You asked.

“Crawl to me,” he said from where he sat in a chair, nude from the waist down with his doublet open. He was already hard.

You didn’t have to be asked twice.

You crawled to him and knelt between his thighs, looking up at him sweetly, obediently.

“Now it’s your Queen’s turn to watch. You know how much she likes watching. I don’t have to edge you to make tears fall from those pretty lashes, hm?”

Shaking your head with a tiny smirk, you knew exactly what he meant. With the sweetness of Rhaenyra’s climax still on your tongue, you took the Rogue Prince deep into your throat. You let him fuck your mouth how he wanted to until tears and saliva smeared your face, and and his seed overwhelmed the taste of your Queen.

It was in the sweet afterglow of these pleasures, where you all laughed, drank wine, and shared meals, that you truly felt like their lover.

-

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed, please consider a follow, and/or reblog, and/or letting me know as it all makes me vvvery happy! ♥

I am redoing my taglist! If you wish to be tagged in any of the fics I write and share (main, aemond, daemon, rhaenyra, harwin, daemyra) PLEASE let me know! Thank you! ♥

Masterlist

[mustainegf]

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 & 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 ¹⁹⁸⁴

Mid December 1984, the snow was everywhere on the ground in a neat layer of white, the streets silent save for the crunch of snow beneath one's feet, the spontaneous buzz of a car passing by. Soft light from street lamps above warmed the snow, which made it glisten like a million small diamonds.

It was a faultless winter night, and I sat at the window of the living room, enraptured by the beauty of it all. In the glass reflected behind me now was my best friend, James Hetfield. He was also clothed in his most characteristic outfit, his pair of beat up sneakers and a leather jacket, but he added a white scarf to his ensemble today. I couldn't help myself, this guy looked adorable. The scarf suited him so out of character but in such a charming way.

"Hey," he said, very softly, breaking into the silence. "You want to take a little walk? Enjoy the snow a bit?"

I turned toward him, my heart did a little flutter. James wasn't much for things like this. "Really? You want to go on a walk with me?"

He grinned, his cheeks already pink. "Yeah, why not? I know you love the snow."

I took my coat and gloves, barely containing myself. "Okay, let's go then."

Stepping outside, I felt the cold air nip at my cheeks and ears, but that didn't matter. The crunch of the snow under our feet down the street was the only sound in the night's stillness. There were long shadows from the street lamps, and the world seemed all our own.

James walked beside me, his leather jacket doing little to keep out the cold, yet he seemed not to mind. He looked around him at the snow covered world. I couldn't stop catching glimpses at him, the way his breath showed up misty in the air, his frizzy blonde mane blowing just gently in the faint breeze.

"You're pretty cute in your winter getup," I said, nudging him playfully.

He chuckled nervously, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah... Don't get used to it."

I smiled and I rubbed my hands together, trying to keep them warm, but the chill was starting to seep through my skin.

James noticed and reached out, taking my hand in his. The touch sent warmth shooting through me and up my fingertips, his fingers cold to the touch. "Here, let me help," he said, his cheeks flushing even a deeper scarlet.

My face flushed, my heart hammering away in my chest. "Thanks, James."

We walked hand in hand. It felt like a dream, too perfect, too real. Eventually, we came across a quiet field of snow. The snow lay undisturbed, a perfect canvas of white.

"Look at that," I said, my eyes wide. "It's beautiful."

James smiled, squeezing my hand gently. "Yeah... Yeah, it is."

A thought crossed my mind, and I just couldn't help a very naughty grin. "Let's make snow angels!"

He quirked an eyebrow, clearly amused with my playful request. "Snow angels? Really?"

"Come on, it'll be fun!" I tugged at his hand, pulling him toward the field.

He chuckled, letting me pull him along. "Alright, alright, snow angels it is."

I let go of his hand and moved to lie down in the thick, fluffy snow, but before I could, James tackled me playfully, sending us both tumbling into the snow. We rolled about, laughing and trying to push each other into the snow as white dust flung in the air around us, like frozen ocean waves.

"James, you're going to get us both soaked!" I squealed, trying to fend him off.

He just grinned. "That's the point!"

Eventually, we slowed down and became breathless from the heavy laughs as James finally let up on me. James ended up hovering above me, his face was just mere inches from mine. His warm breath warded off the cold skin, and for a second, everything seemed to pause. Freeze, if you will.

He went pink, smiling sheepishly as he reached forward with cold fingers to gently wipe some snow from my face. "You have snow on your face," he said softly. He was so bashful, it was adorable.

I giggled, my cheeks hot despite the cold. "Thanks."

Our eyes met, and whatever playfulness there was in the air changed to something much much softer. I felt that he was unsure, and I was too. Then before I overthought it, he leaned in and kissed me.

Our lips met for the very first time.

It was soft, full of what had not been said to each other, a passionate silence of many years. My heart flew out of my chest, and I felt weightless, he tasted so good, so sweet. When at last we pulled away, we both giggled, then rested our foreheads against each other's.

"I really like you," I said, hardly above a whisper.

James smiled, eyes soft and watery. "I really like you too."

We just lay there a second, staring into each other's eyes, before James shivered. "My ass is wet and cold. Let's go home and cuddle where it's warm."

I laughed at his adorable and blatant response, nodding in agreement. "Good idea."

We picked ourselves up and dusted our clothes off, still grinning like idiots. The house we shared with his bandmates was a short walk from here, so we walked hand in hand back toward that.

Warmth greeted us inside, much to our liking, and we sloughed our clothes right there on the floor beside the door, leaving our wet things in a heap. We dressed in comfy and most importantly, warm, clothes, my body adorning one of his baggy misfits shirts.

James grabbed a couple of blankets and led me to the couch. We huddled under the blankets, snuggling up next to each other. I could still feel the embers of his kiss on my lips, and his arms around me made me feel safer than ever before.

"This is... mm, nice," I murmured against his shoulder.

"Yeah, it is," he agreed, satisfied.

We just sat there in silence, and I played back in my head what happened tonight. It felt very dreamlike, but the warmth of James's body let me know it was real. I couldn't believe I had him in my life, not just as my best friend, but as something more.

"James?" I said quietly, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?" he replied, his fingers gently running through my hair.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Just... Thank you..."

He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "You're welcome, sweetheart."

It was perfect, I wouldn't have traded it for anything in the world.

As I started to drift off to sleep, James brought me back with his voice. "Hey," he said softly.

"Yeah?" I replied back with half closed eyes and a slow heart.

"I love you."

My heart skipped, and I snuggled further into his chest. "I love you too, James."

He smiled, exhaling very slowly, as if he hadn't taken a breath for minutes. "Good night."

"Good night," I whispered, kissing his chest, the surface which I lay on.

I fell asleep, but I couldn't help but smile as I knew this was surely something beautiful.

[bee-ina-boat]

heres a collection of concept art for the rest of the entities for the mythos au!! if you're wondering where the eye is, they've been drawn already!

they are all FAR from done. keep in mind these are all just my initial concepts and i plan to do in-depth design sheets as i go to explore their designs more.

IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS ON HOW TO IMPROVE THESE DESIGNS PLEASE THROW EM AT ME- MY ANON IS OPEN AND I READ TAGS I DONT CARE JUST!!!! GIMME!!!!!

(also au context: the magnus mythos is an au where the entities are all gods, similar to various religious mythology, rather than paranormal entities that feed on fear)

design thoughts for each of them under the cut

The Web - God of Fate (she/it): im pretty happy with her design atm, shes meant to be a half spider half woman thing and i love that for her. shes probably the one ive thought the most on so far given her importance to the story. i want her to wear silks and shiny silver jewelry that just sparkles like wet spiderwebs do, not sure if im gonna keep the veil?

The Dark - God of the Dark (she/he/it): probably my weakest concept at the moment. it doesnt do the dark any justice. i mean i like the cloak idea but i want them to be very tendrilly, all consuming, shadowy, but i dont know how to properly portray them :/

The Desolation - God of Destruction and Fire (they/it): i have a neat vision for them! i want them to be made of coal and ash and smoke, to be burning and glowing on the inside, and their body is decorated with melted wax to look like clothes. not quiiiiiite sure about how their melty candle dress is now? i want it to be less constrictive

The Stranger - God of the Unknown and the Whimsical (he/she/they/it): it's meant to be this. weird wirey creature hidden behind masks and a lot of fabrics, like the framework of a poseable plush doll? i like the way the masks look but im not so sure about the body.

The Vast - God of the Above (she/he/they/it): im not so sure about his design at all im gonna be real. i want them to look like the atmosphere and be covered in clouds and have mountains for feet and an ocean cape but i feel like it might be a bit?? idk??? im just not that happy with it :/

The End - God of Death and Time (they/it): ugh i love this concept sm, making death read as less scary and more divine is so fun. theyre based on a seraphim and a sand timer,

The Buried - God of the Underneath (she/he/they/it): ANOTHER OF MY FAVORITES!!!! i love them. theyre inspired by hermit crabs!! and they have silver chains holding their shell to them. they look so endearing with their lil lopsided eyes ;; <3

The Flesh - God of the Body and Meat (she/he/they/it): i have so many ideas for the flesh y'all- im very excited to do a concept sheet for them. theyre meant to have no skin, just exposed bone and muscle, large limbs, hooves, exposed heart underneath a ribcage, teeth that close around their abdomen. white bandages that wrap around like clothes. a teeth/horn crown? i dont quite know whether to go for a more animalistic look or a more human one? like- theres so many ways to go with him idek!!!

The Hunt - God of Predators and Pride (they/it): see, i like this design but i feel like its too werewolf like? yknow? thats cool!! but itreads more monster to me than God :/

The Corruption - God of Nature, Rot, and Disease (she/they/it): i love this weird bug thing. this one i was really inspired for (mostly because. corruption aligned. so obviously im gonna think about this one alot) theyre this weird bug thing, the veil is inspired by the one from the art on the wiki! i want to maybe make them a bit more gross and weird because nature is like that sometimes, a moot on tiktok suggested that i add animal bones!! and i think thats SO smart im absolutely going too

The Spiral - God of the Incomprehensible (it/its): this weirdo is so hard to pin down istg. i imagine them as this spiral thing. body is kindof liquidy, arms are spindly and long, multiple shifting faces, overall just constantly changing and moving and like!!! how am i meant to draw that??? when my brain cant even wrap my head around what its supposed to look like yknow??? bruh jrdbhgfjdldgfh- that being said i think the main problem with the design is that it just gives me too many Michael vibes!!! is it the hair? the arms? its probably both.

The Lonely - God of Solitude and the Self (they/it): i like what this one has going so far! theyve got fog hair, fog tears, their body is meant to be splotchy like turquoise marble, i vibe with it so hard. not so sure what to do with their outfit tho :/

The Slaughter - God of War (he/they/it): another one of my more stronger designs i think! centaur with weapons sticking into them, face concealed, medieval armor and antlers- it vibes

the extinction isnt drawn because i literally have no idea what they should look like aside from color palette-

once again any and all suggestions will be taken!!!! i need ideas!!! plese!!!!

[passion-roses]

Ride The Cyclone x FNAF AU

now, i've been very hyperfixated on fnaf ever since it came out (but let's be real, its probably a special interest at this point), and you know, when you get a new interest, you can't help but merge it to your other ones and make a crazy au, so i've been thinking about assigning each animatronic with a ride the cyclone character, just for fun, but then i got to really think about it.

we all know that in five nights at freddy's we have the five missing children, and these children get killed by william afton, stuffed into the animatronic suits, and then they come and haunt the pizzeria because they're restless souls.

in ride the cyclone, we have six teenagers who die a tragic death, probably restless as well, as it seems like they haven't gone to the afterlife yet, at least not properly, as they've been "robbed of their individuality from a mass tragedy" as stated by karnak.

SO

of course, me being a noel gruber fanatic, i thought of who he'd be first, and well i was thinking, there's two parallel theories in these two medias that i like very much.

the deaths of them.

specifically, two kids dying at the same time, or well, with each other.

in fnaf, there's a well known theory/famous headcanon that freddy/gabriel and bonnie/jeremy were killed at about the same time and place, hence why there's a lot of imagery and stuff of the two together.

now, who else do we know have a certain theory in rtc that eludes to them dying with each other?

to be honest i just think freddy as misha is kinda funny..

but anyways, so we have two, how about the other four?

foxy as ricky.

idk, i just think it's neat. foxes are felines in a way. also him being a pirate (as stated by moni when i ws cooking this up) fits as well.

i also made a connection of foxy (animatronic) being out of order all the time because he keeps having malfunctions. with ricky having a degenerative disease.. you get it.

up next is chica.

well, this one's pretty obvious to me, constance!

ite the cupcakes, i swear. but also, chica's image has always been the bubbly one, this being more shown in security breach. she just fits

now, you might be wondering.. what about ocean? what about jane/penny?

hear me out on this

this one is the one comparison i am MOST confident about.

cassidy as ocean.

a vengeful spirit, one that is most restless, most determined, most mad about the murders.

don't you think that'd be fitting for ocean?

she'd be ambitious, she wouldn't just let go of william just like that. she wants to bring him hell.

also, as stated by ocean herself:

idk, just funny.

now, for the last one, you might be thinking oh, jane/penny must be the puppet then, because we're talking about the murdered children.

now, hear me out on this

the crying child.

"whyy in hell would penny be the crying child nymbus?"

you might be wondering

and i have one answer, a very definitive answer.

a kid, losing his head, or, well, getting his frontal lobe bitten off, but let's not get into the specifics here.

it would make sense, it makes the MOST sense, as equal of a sense as ocean being cassidy. GOD it fits so well.

so, we have the six main children now:

freddy - misha

bonnie - noel

chica - constance

foxy - ricky

golden freddy - ocean & jane/penny

(i also have a note about ezra being michael, and him being a human puppet to ennard, but yk)

soo, what do you guys think? :)

[shinjisdone]

If you are still doing the Fem mc can you do a one with Floyd or Idia

Floyd is forever A tier man. Also I have been thinking of being a bit more self-indulged with these fem mc and friends asks since they did begin as self-indulgant fics for my oc lol. I find myself being able to write more creatively - trying to have a fem mc that everyone could insert themselves in or see any kind of interesting changes in is hard because frankly, the only thing about such a blank slate is that they are female.

while my own OC is also female and that does play a part in the little shenanignags, I also add a bit of her own personality and thoughts to make it a bit different (and as i said self-indulgent)

Plus, I honestly really struggled and disliked the riddle one, where I tried to not put any characteristics of my oc in there to make it more 'appealing' for anyone. But I found this just doesn not work for me.

I will do this one request with my OC in mind if that is okay!

Fem!Mc And Friends - Floyd Leech

Everyone, run! Before you get squeezed.

Floyd Leech is a weird combination of predictable and unpredictable. It can be expected to be looked down upon, threatened, challenged and squeezed by Floyd, yet when it comes to whatever he decides to stick with and spend his time on, he is a wild card.

Unfortunately, you are one of the many things he has decided to spend his time with. The little, jumpy 'Shrimpy' he came across.

And while he seems to stick to others and 'affectionately' refer to everyone with ocean-related names, he still seems...especially attached to you...

When You Spend Helloween Together...

Why would you spend Helloween with him? Are you crazy?

This is probably Floyd's favorite holiday on land. Dressing up as scary things (aside from himself) with the intention to terrify the crap out of anyone who crosses him? And he can get away with it? Who cares about some treats when he can carry out some tricks?

Even if you try to stay far, faaaar away from him Floyd will be sure to find you~

Where's Shrimpy, Shrimpy, Shrimpy~? Oh, are you dressed up, too? That's cute. You think you're gonna scare anyone with that?

Nothing scares Floyd and he still has the same kind of opinion of you since day 1. A meek, tiny shrimp. So he doesn't think you could pull any tricks anyway.

On top of that you are magicless and just a little girl in his eyes. Sounds mean but try as you might, he will never acknowledge you as 'bigger' or 'taller' even if you are.

Will first show off his costume (isn't it neat?) And threaten to terrify you right after (there's enough bandages to bind you down into a coffin).

Floyd always and I mean ALWAYS loves to mess with you but on this special day he feels like going all out. Scaring you, popping out of nowhere, acting like a real Zombie and like a bite from him could kill you??? You tell him off but he also acts like he believes what he says???

You may be a lot of things but no Zombie.

Hehe, you sure? Wanna try it out :) ?

He especially likes to tease you with his nickname for you. There's just something about it when you startle and jump up like these cats on land while he spooks you :) why can't Helloween be everyday?

Also your scared expression are just *chef kiss* to him. Will try every trick in the book to just...indulge in these shrieks and screams of fear.

And when he finds out you have a fear? Scared of the dark, spiders, thunder or oooohh zombies? Hehe, you're never getting rid of hiiiiimmm, Shrimpyyyyy!

Floyd would especially love it if you let out girly yelps or shrieks. He is surrounded by dudes in NRC so someone really girly is just interesting and more fun to tease.

Stuck in a haunted house with Floyd? Haha, help. Seriously, call for help!

Floyd is not stuck in a haunted house - the haunted house is stuck with Floyd. And you are right in the middle.

It feels like each scare and trick is being terrified into submission by him. The guy gets quickly bored out of his mind that he decides to spook the entire house. But besides that, he sticks with you and loves watching your reactions.

You will wish for the protection of Malleus and Deuce, because Floyd will not lift a finger to help or comfort you. He'll hang over your shoulder with that stupid, gleeful grin on his face (and the fangs near your flesh!) And laugh at your misery.

:(

But I feel like if something truly awful were to happen to you - maybe someone took a trick too far or made you cry - Flyod maaaaybe could become scary to everyone but you. Huh? Hey, you cannot terrify his Shrimpy that much. That's his job. Look what'chu did. Better get out of his sight.

When You Watch Him At His Club...

Oh boy. You can expect a lot "Hey, Shrimpy! Hey, hey! Over here, Shrimpy! Shrimpy, over here!"

He most likely threatened invited you to his basketball Club, no matter if there was a game or practice session.

It isnt thaaaat bad...Ace and Jamil are there too and they are miles more mellow than Floyd is if you ever need someone like that.

Ace will be a bit confused on why Floyd would invite you while Jamil is just hoping the guy will actively play for once in one go. Not when he feels like it.

Yet when you arrived, there Floyd was, taking you into his arms so tight you were lifted off the ground and squeezed so hard you thought you couldnt breathe.

Floyd is so happy to see you! Did Shrimpy come just for him and watch him play? Huh, did'chu, did'chu?

Also he would still hug you if he was covered in sweat and would not care. It'd be even funny if you were grossed out by it.

However...against all odds, Floyd would actually play - and go all out!

Even if it were practice, he is brutal. After each shot, he'd spin into your direction with arms shot up. A huge grin on his face. He's expecting you to watch him and only him.

Though if your attention is somewhere else, he'd pout and tell you to watch him! Look how much he's destroying the others!

In fact, you're supposed to cheer for him! Be Floyd's 'cheerleader' as he says. There's bunch of games where there's a girl cheerleader team that hypes up the audience and players! Do that for him! You got no choice if you don't wanna get on his bad side

Ah, should he get you one of these 'pom-poms'? You'd be so cute with them!

It just feels kind of special when the only girl in NRC is cheering for him. It's like in one of these movies!

Say a cheer that just consists of his name. Just that! Don't mention anyone else!

If you do pay attention or cheer for someone else, Floyd will not like it. Observing the other player like a hawk and leering at them with his classic 'huuuuh'? Even if they are on the same team.

Will do his best to kind of get your attention back on him. That can go from fouling the other player to telling you in your face to watch him. Him.

It can cost them the victory but Floyd wouldn't care. The sole reason why he even decided to come is because he dragged you here.

Ace is weirded out and Jamil's trying not to fume in anger.

When You Are Stranded On An Island...

Well. This isn't anything...novel for Floyd.

He IS from the ocean so a beach isn't something that would surprise or unnerve him. The sight of sand, the ocean, palm trees and the lovely sunlight...is rather boring to him.

Islands like this exist everywhere. Why should this one be any different?

Well, you are here for once.

And so are people like Crabby and Goldfish! This is sure to be fun!

Floyd will drag you to every place he finds interesting. Beaches are familiar to him so he can show and teach you anything! He's an expert in a way!

Collecting things is actually a dull activity to him. If you show any interest, he will just...drag you off. Maybe haul you around. If you say they are meant ad souvenirs, he still wouldn't budge and tell you these are boring trinkets instead. He knows much better stuff, come on!

His favorite thing to do is swimming for sure! Expect to be thrown into the sea and him quickly following after you. It doesnt matter what you are wearing, he will force you to swim with him.

Floyd will turn into his eel form and just drag you further and further into the seaaaaa~

Ace is getting worried and Riddle is screaming at him to return at once! You are supposed to find a way back to NRC!

It's kinda akin to a horror movie.

And since you two are so far out, you'll have no choice but to cling to him~!

Don't worry though, as much as Floyd teases and messes with you, he will never put you in any harm. He knows the sea better than anyone else.

He just likes having your arms around him and vice versa!

Floyd especially likes it when you're just a taaaaad biiiit scared and cling to him as if you'd never let go. It's just twice the fun and extra cute.

But hey, if you are already out here, why not explore a bit? He can hold you as you dive into the deep blue and catch some fish or anemona, spook some crabs or get some souvenirs from there! Anything down there is way better than on some beach!

You could be like a mermaid then! Don't you wanna try it?

Just act like your legs are fins and maybe let your hair open - oh, ya don't want to?

Meh, fine.

On another point, Floyd is not used to wear these vacation...swim...beach wear or whatever. But he guesses it's neat. Especially the sunglasses.

He would really like it if you wore ocean-related clothes or things. It just looks good on you.

Swimwear or bikini though? It's interesting wear but also...intriguing?

He's never seen something like that, the closest thing he knows are from mermaids. But well, they are half fish.

But on you...it looks good. Floyd would stare at you. Not shamelessly but more so out of curiousity. Shrimps don't usually look like that, you know?

Just wants to have fun with you.

[jaybirdie421]

What are the skeletons opinions on horror games

ooooo!! First ask, hi!! I'll go down the VERY long line LMAO

Classic: Thinks they're neat, doesn't play them often though. He's just kind of busy all the time with the machine and lowkey taking care of like. 14 idiots in his house, but he does think they're cool I feel like he would like One Night At Flumpty's if you know what that is!! or JR's!! Not really a horror game, but i think he'd like "Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes"

Papyrus: Think's they're super interesting but can't play them LOL. He'll watch Youtubers play them and loves watching the other skeleton's play them, but if he feels like a jumps scare is coming, he's defiantly covering everything but the youtuber's face-cam or just watching whoever's reaction. I think he'd like.. Indigo Park and Security Breach. I feel like he'd appreciate the bright colors and minimum scare-ies :)))

Blue: LOVES them but is very quiet about it!! He definitely would've liked JR's and Poppy Playtime, probably Indigo Park, too. Not a big fan of gore tho!

Stretch: can't handle horror games at all LOL. Loves horror movies and books, because he can detach himself and laugh at their stupid choices, but when it's HIM?? ..NAH. but!! again, not really a horror game, but i think he'd also like "Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes"

Helvetica: Generally just doesn't horror games scary?? He just doesn't find them worth his time for the most part. He works a LOT and gets plenty thrill from night rides on his bike, so horror games are just kinda. eh. i feel like he would like that one game where your a 911 dispatcher though

Malvery: ALSO LOVES HORROR. Def a big Puppet Combo guy, defiantly likes creepypasta, also?? FNAF?? for sure. I feel like he liked 3 and sister the most, maybe 6 too! Doesn't find horror scary at all.

Red: Oooo he liked horror games, even if he doesn't play them often. He doesn't care for real loud or gorey games (other than Dead by Daylight, he fucking LOVES that game. i feel like he would like res evil too, but i havent played it so idk) but i feel like he would LOVE games that just.. put you on edge. Like. Phsycological horror. Little Nightmares type shit. He def loves LN. Also likes Puppet Combo.

Edge: Genuinely just doesn't play them, but I think he would like "We Harvest Shadows" and 'Doors.'

Lust: Likes them fine, but really just likes the character designs more than the actual games. Security Breach and Sister location are probably some of his favorites just because he likes drawing them outfits. Loves the lore ab Dress to Impress though LOL

Dezi: Doesn't like horror. Doesn't really have a tolerance for it, doesn't enjoy it. He will make outfits and cosplays though for fans and he enjoys it. I feel like he'd like DDLC though

Dust: Also a Puppet Combo fiend, tries to get Dyrus to play with him. Also a big creepypasta fan, really fucks w the Slenderman and Siren Head games

Dyrus: Terrified of Siren Head specifically do not even play with him, he will haunt the shit out of you. Doesn't really like horror, but likes watching the others play. Liked Indigo Park, i feel :)))

Hop: Nah. not his thing. thought Sister Location was cool tho

Tango: Also a nah, but he really likes dating sims and will play the spooky ones.

Cosmic: Not technically horror but i feel like he'd like subnautica and lost in space games. The ocean is something that's just kind of.. incomprehensible to him, and the stars remind him of home sooo

Orion: likes mechanical games!! Help Wanted's vent repair and animatronic matnience would be RIGHT up his ally! Also subnautica and space games for the same reason as his brother

Mars: yes and no. some can trigger him really bad so he usually avoids them, but he likes FNAF

Jupiter: honestly really likes farming games. he doesn't care much for horror but sees it as a challenge!! Probably would like We Harvest Shadows and Pumpkin Panic

Keigo: Oh, horror FIEND. Played and loved every single fnaf game, loved Little nightmares, liked poppy playtime and indigo park. They will get him a little jumpy though!! cares a lot about audio!! the music in JR's and LN is what MADE it for him

Apollo: he thinks they're really fun but certain sound design can REALLY set him off. Like little nightmares' sounds are SO good but would trigger the shit out of him.

i think thats all!! wow that was a lot LOL

[mrs-gauche]

If the Spirit!Solas theory happens to be true—and I’m confident it is—then it really gives you a new level of respect for how much restraint this guy has.

I’m talking specifically about his interactions with Dorian. The part where Dorian is trying to convince Solas that enslaving spirits is cool and neat and not wrong because ‘spirits aren’t people.’

Imagine having the strength of character to listen to someone tell you to your face that you are not a person and therefore undeserving of the most basic civil rights without immediately decking them in the face.

Solas puts up with tool much, man.

Oh yeah, definitely! 😂 (As much as I feel for Dorian just trying to find some common ground...) I guess that one line in Tevinter Nights does a great job of putting Solas' attitude on this matter in a nutshell.

[…] roared not in anger, but with quiet contempt. "From this moment, should you ever bind a spirit, then your life is mine."

Keep in mind, Solas has witnessed spirits suffering from the consequences of creating the Veil for at least a thousand years at this point, if only from the Fade. When he's saying "It hurts. It always does." to the Inquisitor after returning to Skyhold and Wisdom's death, he's referring to the countless times he had to watch his friends being drawn to the waking world, either forced, or to see them “wish to join the living”, only to be twisted, bound, corrupted, killed, you name it.

"How small the pain of one man seems when weighed against the endless depths of memory, of feeling, of existence. That ocean carries everyone. And those of us who learn to see its currents move through life with their fewer ripples."

Much like a lot of his banter with Sera taunting him about his grief for the past, at this point, Solas is so old and has witnessed so much history, so much pain, that Dorian's remarks couldn't possibly evoke any real anger from him. It's so insignificant compared to what he has seen. There's a reason why Weekes keeps emphasizing how friggin tired Solas truly is. This is after all the general perception of spirits in present Thedas, aside from a few cultures like the Avvar. He can't blame Dorian for Tevinter raising him to think of spirits as nothing more than "amorphous constructs", just like he can't blame the Dalish for the knowledge lost to time. Similarly to any other argument he has with the other companions, Solas' frustration/resentment is almost never aimed at them personally, but rather at the current state of the world that shaped their perspective. (As is also evident in how his banter always ends up with them eventually coming to terms and grow a mutual/respectful relationship. The only exception being a low approval Inquisitor and Iron Bull if he chose the Qun over the Chargers… In that case, the hostility was definitely personal. 😂)

(That being said, I'm SO hoping for any kind of serious emotional outbreak from Solas in DA4, since there's still like a thousand year old trauma that needs to be addressed. lol)

But yeah, I think, going by his actions in Tevinter Nights, Tevinter is definitely not ready for what's probably coming for them in DA4, now that Solas is actually able to change things. 👀 And isn't it interesting how he will now be facing the Imperium, which was essentially built on the ruins of the empire he brought down/the same slavery based system he once rebelled against, so history kinda repeats itself? lol

I think it's also very telling how Solas will immediately counter Dorian's comments on the treatment of spirits in Tevinter by directly comparing it to slavery.

Dorian: "There's no harm putting them to constructive use, and most mages back home treat them well." Solas: "And any that show any magical talent are freed, are they not?" Dorian: "What? Spirits don't have magical talent." Solas: "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were talking about your slaves."

But the beautiful irony in this, as I've talked about in this post, is how this draws a direct parallel to how Solas, in return, doesn't recognize the people of the waking world as real either, at least not until after the Inquisitor considers Wisdom a living being worth saving. This and his admission to the Inquisitor after he returns to Skyhold is imo the turning point in his character development. Imo, this is what leads him to say "Not at first. You showed me that I was wrong." in his high approval ending in Trespasser.

And this is also why I think that the theory of Solas intending to save the spirits first and foremost would make for such an interesting story actually.

The waking world doesn't view spirits as real people. Just like Solas can't accept the people of the waking world as real. So, what will happen if he tears down the Veil, and the Fade and the waking world become one again? The Inquisitor was potentially willing to save Wisdom despite it having already turned into a Pride demon. And in doing so, the Inquisitor unintentionally put up a mirror in front of Solas' face and basically went "If I can see them as real people worth saving, why can't you?".

And if the spirit origin theory is true, then it could make for a fascinating inner conflict. Solas, living in both the waking world and the Fade, having been a spirit and a corporeal person, is now facing the question of who "his people" actually are. Where does he belong? After all, his biggest fear remains to "die alone".

While this was said in more of a joking manner, Weekes' words from 2016 really put it into perspective here. Solas sees himself in that old fisherman he saw in the Fade. He is "the one who lived". So, I picture it like this… Solas is left alone in the Fade after the creation of the Veil. Spirits are now his only company for the next thousand years. Whether or not those spirits were the remaining souls of the elves he tried to save, we don't know, but regardless, I truly believe they are his people. But he is not a spirit. At least, not anymore.

Cole: "You don't need to envy me, Solas. You can find happiness in your own way." Solas: "I apologize for disturbing you, Cole. I am not a spirit and sometimes it hard to remember such simple truths." Cole: "They are not gone so long as you remember them." Solas: "I know." Cole: "But you could let them go." Solas: "I know that as well." Cole: "You didn't do it to be right. You did it to save them." Inquisitor: "Solas, what is Cole talking about?" Solas: "A mistake. One of many by a much younger elf who was certain he knew everything."

In this banter, Cole reveals to us that Solas' mind immediately goes from "It's hard for me to accept I'm not a spirit" to "the people that were lost when Solas created the Veil". To me, this pretty much confirms that the people of Elvhenan and spirits are connected, if not one and the same. It's assumed that the Evanuris mined the Titans to somehow create bodies for spirits to inhabit, and that Mythal gave Solas a body against his will. There's also the theory about the creation of the Veil having caused the separation of body and spirit.

You know, I've written so much about this in previous posts and I don't want to sound like a broken record, but if we consider all those little clues and look at all of his dialogue in that context, it just makes so much sense to me, that what he wants to do is primarily to save the spirits/destroy the barrier for them to enter the waking world without their purpose getting corrupted. There's also still the matter of the Blights and red lyrium otherwise probably consuming the entire world. 😅 I think that's what he's referring to when saying "What I am doing will save this world" in Tevinter Nights.

And remember, "Dread Wolf" is still literally an anagram for "World" and "Fade". 😂 Both worlds colliding is quite literally in his title. lol Whatever the six eyed high dragon sized Dread Wolf actually is, as far as we know, he only seems to exist within the Fade, but how exactly is he connected to Solas and what will happen to him if he tears down the Veil (which btw is also definitely gonna happen… I mean, besides the fact that the Veil is getting weaker regardless of Solas' actions)? ANYWAY.

Sorry for rambling so much (and I feel like my English is a little rusty, too 😖), but I haven't talked about this stuff in a while and the lack of news is killing me. 😂 But your message gave me something to think about again, so thank you! :)

[thatrandomartistjavi]

oooh can you tell me what are your aus about?

Sure!

Ride the Cyclone AU:

This one is pretty self explanatory. It’s Ride the Cyclone but with MHTP characters. We have Betty as Karnak, Queen as Ocean, Rabbit as Constance, Hatter as Mischa, Hare as Noel, Ernest as Ricky, and Cheshire as Jane Doe

Fun extra one but Dormouse is Virgil

Reincarnation AU:

This one is an AU where Wonderland like in the book is real and that the MHTP characters are like the reincarnated versions of the book characters. Not just that but most people can kinda feel in their soul when they knew someone in another life even tho most aren’t aware that that’s what that feeling is. People also dream about their past life

This one is very Chandersson centric(but most of my AUs are). This one goes well with soulmate au too but yeah. Mouse and Cheshire both die horrifically but they get to be together as Ernest and Barkley

Another neat fact is that before Cheshire died, he gave the pig baby to Hatter for him to care for. Pig baby reincarnates as Barkley’s little brother, Francisco, and when he meets Harmony(Hatter) for the first time almost automatically thinks Dad? Tho he never voices that thought

Less than neat fact, You’re Just a Fool is now more terrifying for Ernest since Rosabella(Queen) is the one who killed him as Mouse

The adults grow up together AU:

This one is also kinda self explanatory. Basically all the main characters(except for the Tweedles and Alice) all are in the same town and grow up together as friends. This is the only AU that is in the MHTP universe that doesn’t have them end up in Ladrington Brooke at some point since they all had each other as support

It doesn’t mean that none of them developed their mental illnesses like Rosabella and Barkley were kinda unavoidable since they both grew up in abusive homes(Barkley is more hc than canon but shhhhh) but they are better off since they have friends to be there and places where they can run off to

Ernest’s depression isn’t as intense because he has friends(where in my hc, he had none) and Whitley(Rabbit) has people other than Rosabella to go to so his OCD is more manageable.

Chandersson will always be real so they got together in high school and stuck ever since

Reverse AU:

This one isn’t complicated but it’s hard for me to explain

It’s not a reverse AU where personalities switch and they also don’t switch mental illnesses. Everyone keeps their disorders it’s more role that reverses and also order in which they present their stuff

So Alice and the Tweedles switch where Alice is first and has a more fun song in which they play pretend while Tweedles go after Hare and actually talk about the PTSD

Hare and Rabbit switch and I honestly don’t know how their songs would change. Rabbit’s would go before Hatter’s song

The second most interesting change is Hatter and Queen so now Queen is the leader of the group instead of Hatter and she goes last. Hatter’s song is now more going You need to understand, I’m not like what you think but it actually works because he isn’t using his illness to excuse being an abusive asshole to his friends while Queen is now more like a Let me tell you a tale like how Dapper Hatter is. Queen is much nicer and not abusive and enjoying it like in the show. She is much more stern unlike Hatter but ultimately is trying her best to put the others first even if sometimes she has a hard time controlling her temper

And the most interesting change which is Cheshire and Ernest switching roles so now Cheshire is the doctor and Ernest is the patient. Idk how their songs would work but I do know that Cheshire’s own Ernest in Ernest type moment would be triggered by Queen doing her banshee screech of rage. Ernest is less in the There’s nothing wrong with me even tho that would fit and more like I know there’s smth wrong but I don’t want to talk about it while Cheshire genuinely doesn’t know and gets the realization that he isn’t actually as normal as he thought he was in the harshest way possible(the most intense CPTSD flashback you’ve ever seen). Since Ernest never became a psychotherapist, he is a science teacher.

And before you get hyped, no Cheshire doesn’t wear the Queen’s clothes like how Ernest does. I just

Can’t see him doing that. I hate Act 2 as a whole so most things from Act 2 wouldn’t be the same

[webraciszekbastion]

Some Headcanons from Rain Code

Yuma Kokohead

Yuma knows how to cook, and when he remembered this, he saw no problem at all in preparing a meal for everyone, which sometimes even equates to making a different dish for everyone. Since, rediscovering his predisposition to be a chef, Yuma has practically never left the kitchen. Cooking has become the only thing at which he is now calm and not once does the thought "who is he ?", "is he really a detective ?" fly through his mind. etc. The kitchen, is his kingdom, a quiet place where inventing new dishes, elegantly serving and decorating plates, gives him joy and where he really helps people, effectively killing hunger.

Shinigami

Since she understood that you and Yuma are just friends and you are not her rival/rival for attentions, she also started treating you as a friend. Of course, you only see each other in Myster Labyrinths, once you remember her existence. In the human world, you have no way to communicate, which makes Shnigami sometimes very disappointed. Watching you near Yuma, she noticed that you have a tendency to make origami when forced to sit still. Shinigami often sneaks them and stores them in Yuma's room. She claims and explains this to Yuma that somehow she has to take care of your friendship when she has no way to show you.

Kurumi Wendy

To say that this girl is sweet is as huge an understatement as considering all creatures living in the ocean to be fish. Kurumi is a walking sugar-fueled machine. She could all meals, eat sweet. For her, buying instead of lunch, for example, a whole cake, a tart, or a box of doughnuts and eating them at lunch, is no problem or feat. Of course, out of respect for her health and her teeth, she tries to eat fairly normally, but her craving for sweet, makes it necessary for her to have something sweet to chew on after every meal. This has gone so far that Kurumi, when a sour apple hits her, she makes a grimace as if it were a revulsion. And when she only has snacks like chips and popcorn at home, she makes herself a chocolate dip to dip those chips in.

Aphex Logan

It is known that the boy reacts impulsively, and tries to distance people as much as possible. However, the detective remembers all the days he considers important and likes to return to those moments with his memories. No one knows, but Aphex used to buy a toy in the lottery machines on the day that was important to him. Whether he draws a figurine, a rubber ball, a bracelet doesn't matter to him, what matters is that he has something to remind him of that day. Each of these items has a special place in his room and he cares about them, more than anything. The day you called Aphex a friend was the day the boy won his most precious treasure. He won a cat key ring, which he wears always pinned to the pants of his detective outfit to keep it with him at all times.

Melami Goldmine

Melami, is a huge magnet for dogs. Melami is very careful about what clothes she wears, as well as their neatness, so it's obvious that she doesn't have a pet of any kind. However, despite this, Melami loves dogs, and with great reciprocity. The girl lives in a friendly neighborhood, and more than once it happened that a dog came up and started to cuddle. Of course, any four-legged dog in this situation, was thoroughly stroked by Melami and petted as " budgie". No matter where Melami is, in the city, in the park, or at the home of friends who have dogs, these just fetch. So it's no surprise, a situation in which Melami calls out to a dog, one of her neighbors, "Hey Budgie," then the dog will come running to her with six others.

Pucci Lavmin

By her forte, Pucci whether she wants to or not witnesses many conversations including not one street argument. Because of this, walking around town or riding public transportation is a real horror and anguish for her. She used to use soundproofing headphones, but she is not used to total silence, also felt bad. She needed to hear something in the background, so everywhere she goes, she carries her MP3 player with her headphones with her favorite playlists. It's been a nice escape from so many voices and silly conversations, and in order not to give up this convenience, she's also learned to lip-read and use sign language. This way she doesn't have to take off her headphones as she talks to someone, and also showing a few gestures is easier than saying a whole sentence.

Zilch Alexander

Everyone knows that Zilch loves nature and animals. This has caused him to acquire several animal traits, one of which is that Zilch outright loves it when you pet him on the head and under the chin. Whenever he feels your touch, he feels muted and relaxed, so much so that you can sometimes catch the boy purring quietly. Zilch is too proud to admit it, but he is very comfortable with this way of showing affection. He will never ask you directly, but when the detective sits down next to you and leans his head against your shoulder, it's a clear sign to you that he craves affection.

Zange Eraser

The nickname "Grandpa" has not stuck to him because of the large age gap between him and the other detectives in the group. Zange really is a grandfather to the rest of the detectives. The stories from Zange's life and his old investigations, you can all listen to for hours and for each at least 10 times. Zange is always ready to listen and comfort anyone who is sad, he even carries candy in his pocket for such circumstances. For that, the weekly tea with Zange is important to many in the agency, especially when it comes to you, Yume, Pucci, Zilcha and Fubuki, for you these teas are sacred. Despite the fact that Zange has never been in a long-term relationship and did not ultimately live to see children, this does not prevent him from showing pictures of you and the rest of the young detectives as his grandchildren when talking about grandchildren. The photos of you and the rest of the team even have a special place in his gallery.

Yakou Furio

He has lived in Kanai Ward since he was born, so it is obvious that he is familiar with all the rumors, legends and gossip circulating on the streets of the rainy city. One urban legend that stuck in his mind said that in underground paths and tunnels, people can dissolve without a trace. Yakou had never witnessed, such a situation, nor did he know anyone who had reported such a disappearance, or knew more about it. Nonetheless, ever since you arrived in Kanai Ward, whenever you go through sewers or other underground tunnels together, he intuitively grabs your hand or puts his arm around you. Sam is not sure whether to consider this a myth or take it completely seriously, but he doesn't want to risk losing you.

Halara Nightmare

Believe it or not, but Halara is the type of person who outright loves festivals. Of course, Halara's motivation isn't to have a good time, to have fun, or for the best street treats. Halara goes to festivals for nothing more than the games they can offer at the festival. Sugar cutouts, target shooting, fishing, prize drawings. In everything, Halara aims for the highest prize and wins it without much effort, as well as with complete grace. The best night to fish legitimately is a sin for Halara to skip this event. Of course, food, too, is provided, and it's completely free, because every time, in the spirit of competition, every competition between Halara and Deshuhiko, ended in a severe defeat for the boy, so that he had to fund food for himself, as well as for Halara.

Fubuki Clockford

To say that Fubuki has the memory of a goldfish would be a big insult to fish. Fubuki often gets names wrong, and she often forgets who she looks like. Because of this, every day, she comes up with nicknames for you. Once, when Fubuki came to the agency, she forgot your name, and since just at that moment, you were eating a puff, for the rest of the day she called you "Puff." And so she changed nicknames every day, as you were lying on the couch when she came in, you were "Sleepy Puff," as you changed a burned-out light bulb because Yakou got knocked out of his chair, you were "Radiant." Even when you remind a girl of your name, she prefers made up nicknames.

Deshuhiko Thunderbolt

Deshuhiko, is a favorite of any party. By this I mean events to celebrate a holiday or a specific day. If in his city, there will be such iventy events, Deshuhiko will be the one, the most charismatic and cheerful elf for Christmas, for St. Patrick's Day, he is the most cheerful and loud lepricon, for Halloween he will be the ghost with lots of fun and stories to tell. Deshuhiko enjoys a good pinyin and is so because of his energetic and flamboyant nature. He can effectively draw attention to himself and encourage those gathered to dance or participate in some games. It is also worth mentioning that he is also a favorite among children, as he always has candy and small gifts for the younger company, depending on the disguise he wears. For example, as an elf, he always has candy canes and fake elf ears for children to enter the ranks of Santa's helpers. As a leprikon, he always has chocolate coins in his pockets and stickers in the shape of a rainbow or clover, etc. Deshuhiko, too, knows many of the songs he teaches the children, so not only does everyone have a good time, but the children are curious, keep busy and parents don't have to worry about them. Of course, all the residents realized this when Deshuhiko was assigned to the affair that took place on Independence Day, they realized that without the energetic favorite, the whole event was not so enjoyable.

Vivia Twilight

Everyone knows about his tendency and strange predilection for sitting in dark, cramped or uncomfortable places. Just as the fireplace and the place under the piano used to be his favorite spots, so now, his favorite place, which he would most happily never leave, as if he didn't have to, is the bed after your dog. The boy often lies with his knees curled up, reading a book, because that's where he feels comfortable, and he spends more time with you. The longing for your four-legged friend has taken its toll on you more than you thought, making you long to have your old dog's bed by your side. Thus, seeing the deterioration of your condition Vivia immediately intervenes and tries to comfort you. An additional advantage for Vivia is that you sometimes start to stroke him on the head, as you used to stroke your dog. However, the detective is fine with this, because he likes any kind of attention you give him.

[cassiesdaydreams]

💛⚠️SPOILER ALERT FOR FABLE SMP⚠️💛

Hello! I’m Cassie and I go through a lot of name crises! I was up at 1 am on my Snapchat stories picking each fable characters, including Fable and Isla’s Taylor Swift(The Tortured Poets Department)’s song! Some may not line up with the said characters or their arcs but this is just what I thought for each character. (I promise I’m just a fan and not a die hard swiftie.) As of 7/23/24 I have officially left the fable fandom to move on to other things, loved the time here.

As of now, i wont be supporting Taylor Swift. Thank you and goodnight

•Rae

In my ever so humble opinion, I thought Rae could have been the song Cassandra, all because “So *they* killed Cassandra first, cause she feared the worst” but if you remember in season 3, when Icarus threw the sculk bottle at Rae (I can’t remember the name of the episode) They could have killed him(Rae) and obviously Rae and Icarus being brothers and all, of course he’s gonna worry about him (Icarus). Really, the song Cassandra is about the Greek myth but like.. that’s irrelevant.

•Violet/Centross

When I started this I remembered how Centross was in the little “cell” under (I’ll say the name in which the season permits so s3 is Icarus and 1&2 is Sherbert) Sherbert’s house in season 2. As soon as I realized that, I said “Fresh Out The Slammer” because jail is also called a “slammer.” So “Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to.” In my mind I thought it meant “I’m out and i know where to go.” But it was one am and I didn’t get far with this one.

•Athena

I said that Athena was “I Can Do It With A Broken Heart” because of one line. “Im a real tough kid, I can handle my sh*t, they said babe you gotta fake it till you make it and I did.” It’s. So. Season. One. Coated. Sherb gaslighting Athena coded.

•Ven

I said Ven was “So High School” because Wet birds frfr. In the wise words of my cousin “Truth, Dare, Spin Bottles, you know how to stab Fable and I know Aristotle.” Of course, season 3, Icarus stabs Fable at the end, and Ven’s a writer (his elytra is book wings and that’s so cool)

•Icarus

Icarus is just “The Alchemy” because 1.) They’re an alchemist and 2.) Him and Ven. This song is just wetbirds coated “Cause the sign on your heart said it’s still reserved for me honestly who are we to fight the alchemy?” Also this kind of connects me to season one at the end of corruption because of “What if I told you I’m back?” And the resets by “This happens once every few lifetimes” representing when Fable would rip a page out to save them from death. Need I say more?

•Wolf

Listen when I was putting this together, my cousin never watched Fable but she said “Fortnight” for Wolf and I thought oh damn, this could be real coated honestly but like honestly “I love you it’s ruining my life” is kinda coated to me

•Ocie

Ocie is just straight up “The Albatross” because this girl is just like “Cross your thoughtless heart, only liquor anoints you, she’s the albatross, she is here to destroy you.” With Ocie being able to control the ocean, she could be the one “here to destroy you” the “terrible danger” the “death you chose.”

•Momboo

Okay so yall remember season one when she went to the prison to try and help Sherbert become uncorrupted? Yeah they just said “I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) and I don’t have a lot more to say about this.

Another thing about Momboo is that she can connect to Ocie cause sisters supremacy. But, there’s a line in The Albatross that says “Wise men once said one bad seed kills the garden” and it’s just so neat to me

•Fable

Fable I hate you a lot guys this is the worst dad like ever. He’s “The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived” because he definitely is. First he kills his siblings and literally doesn’t care for his stepson like please we get it icarus is biological and you don’t like Rae cause Enderian is a part of him but like for real. Then you try and KILL YOUR OWN KID??? like please. Give him the worst dad who ever lived award.

•Isla

Aw look it’s mother!! I highly believe that if she could she would name her kids “Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus” but she wanted to remember her dad, for Rae. And Fable definitely named Icarus, but I can’t help but headcanon it

•Haley

Everytime I think of Haley, I only have season one to turn to for instances. I always think of the way she was a traveler, and how she left her home to find somewhere new. So I always think of “So Long, London” not meaning a lover/person like the song is talking about, but talking about the place she loved.

•Arisanna

I thought long and hard about what could be a thing about Arisanna, and I came up with Clara Bow, showing that she is the reflection of Soraza “you look like Clara Bow in this light, remarkable.” And how Soraza looks like who came before her, and who came before said other.

•Will

I was trying to figure out Will and I said “thanK you aIMee” because it’s like Will saying f^ck you to Fable for hurting his homeland. Hurting his culture and messing it up. Once again, it was like 1:30 here and I just was going through the stages of tired.

•Addie

I said Addie was “The Bolter” because she was reclusive but I also didn’t know much about her. She has a very pretty character design even though I don’t like spiders. (also the bolter is just a good song)

•Aax

is just “How Did It End?” Coated to me and honestly I have no reason for it. I honestly have no reason for a bit of this but maybe how did it end? was for him and Theo? I know we don’t know a lot about him so I’m headcanoning that. But I’m not sure haha

•Caspian

I think I said “The Prophecy” for Caspian because of him being trapped in the end prison and also looking for someone who he loved. Especially for the line “Please I’ve been on my knees, change the prophecy” being in jail being the prophecy, “…don’t want money, just someone who wants my company” meaning he wants someone who knows they’d want him around.

•Ulysses

I said “Peter” because I think when it comes to medical things, he’s the leader. So “forgive me Peter, my lost fearless leader” but honestly this song just makes me ramble on and on and on to be honest so I’ll stop the drabble about “Peter” here haha

•Jamie

For Jamie I said “Robin” because obviously, Jamie is a bear (and I find that cool actually no one knows) also the lines that say “You got the dragonflies above your bed, you have a favorite spot on the swing set, you have no room in your dreams for regrets” just makes me think of childhood innocence between him and Easton.

•Easton

I seen Easton as “I Hate It Here” with everything that went on between Sherbert and Momboo (Season 3, glitched death) so they would be like “I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind” which is honestly coated and I can’t pinpoint why.

•Galahad

I see Galahad as “Florida!!!” And I don’t know why. I kinda just see them as someone who wants to escape from their troubles. They want to get away but not in the sense Easton wants to. He’s tired of the fighting. They’re tired of Fable and the wars.

•Seven

Seven is just “My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys” because he’s a robot and as I see it, better off powered down permanently and broken down.

•The Whole Fable Cast

Honestly, this has been such an rollercoaster for me with figuring everything out about quixian and lore after missing a stream or two after being at an amusement park. Thank you for the best 3 years! Because every story has a manuscript, the song for the whole cast is “The Manuscript.”

Now all thats left is the manuscript, one last souvenir from my trip to your shores. Now and then we reread the manuscript, but the story isn’t ours anymore

The manuscript could be the vods by the way.

[xylathesilkwing]

played the Time-Breaker DLC! confusing and both enlightening experience- spoilers under the cut below! It is my feverish ramblings and not professional at all, enjoy

-SAM LAAAAKE I thought you were evil Mr Lake but I only had you for a moment I miss you come back

-JESSEEEE JESSEE jessse hi. hi Jesse (insane)

-no fr though Petri Alanko confirmed that the music that plays during Tim (Shawn?? Jack?? I’m gonna say Tim) and Jesse’s introduction was supposed to be a 1:1 recreation of the music that plays in Quantum Break with Jack and Beth, and I just think that’s neat (going feral)

-the insane scribbling on the whiteboard in the trailer resembles the scribbling the real (original? currently dark place) Tim’s notes:

and since I think it’s confirmed that the DLC episodes are just attempts at Alan Wake trying to escape the dark place, did he see the OG notes and go “oh yeah, I could probably write something with that”? Did he predict what Tim would write that without ever meeting him? Is the multiverse real??

-also, “red headed woman” in both images. obviously in the DLC it’s Jesse, and probably is the same in the actual game (especially with the polyhedrons) but it’d be so cool if he also remembered Beth or those other versions he had seen

-this image alone down below?? listing off names??

obviously we’ve got Jesse, plus Dylan (Faden? possibly her brother?) and someone named Savage, but we’ve also got Lisa, Elisa and Liz being nicknames for Elisabet/related to it. Just sayinnn Beth could be part of that tooo (delusional) (hasn’t finished quantum break yet)

-anyways we continue

-the ocean view hotel is so freaky cool in this world??? The clocks leading you to different rooms, the FBC being present and posting notes on doors and cannonly being there, plus the ENEMIES? I’m afraid of the shadows in Alan Wake’s playthrough but these were also pretty freaky

-JESSEEE I’m sorry I’m just genuinely so insane about her im glad she returned

-while I can’t remember the name of the place she works for, i find it pretty funny she still works for a concealed/unknown agency involved with secret forces. went from supernatural events to the multiverse girl

-the time-sea-whatever outside?? insane. cool. wicked awesome

-“and another version of me got super powers” and it’s her lifting a forklift!! Love the control references, especially the Alien Guardian Angel one.

-“as you say, characters in a video game” METAA

-okay I had to put this here but Tim/Jesse shippers.. I see you. like I’m an avid Jessily shipper but genuinely I see the appeal

LIKE? Obviously this is most likely an homage to the fan theories of Jesse and Tim being echoes of Beth and Jack, but it’s also so interesting Alan-wake wise. I could probably make a separate post for this but like- imagine you’re Jesse and you’re seeing all these versions of a man some variant of you loved die gruesome deaths, and you’re feeling these feelings that aren’t actually /yours/, it’s. I’m insane it’s so freaky and cool and sad and ARGH

And for Tim!! your other versions were trying to find this girl and when you get there you realize that the feelings you feel for her aren’t actually yours either! just some version of you and some version of her that probably didn’t work out! I’m gonna go insane!

-the arcade game sequence was INSANE and I love it so much. I wish we saw more of that universe

-the universe with all the empty time-core-thingies?? insane, freaky, perfect.

-THE VOID? THE TEXT?

-okay so I might be weird for this but instead of thinking about The Master of Many Worlds I thought about the red headed woman I’m so sorry. definitely got caught off track but the way her name is LIS like the names list?? and she’s a DANCER? <—— I’m a dancer

-it was so freaky when all the text and numbers turned into Alan Wake at his desk?? but also so meta and cool?? insane DLC

-awesome DLC! North Star is my favorite so far but tbh this one was super meta I loved it

[archetypal-archivist]

A Kinder World AU- Part 13

Forever’s House

masterlist

Forever originally had no plans to move to Quesadilla town, having a stable job at a local aquarium and a partner in Brunim, but upon making an ill-fated bet at work and refusing to back down, his life took a rapid spiral for the worst. The topic of the bet? The existence of cryptids like vampires and sirens, of which Forever is an ardent believer in, much like his son Richarlyson. However, discussing such matters with your supervisor and then refusing to back down when questioned doesn't generally lead to being thought of as a credible scientist, keeping your job, or convincing your partner you’re sane. Now VERY divorced and incredibly salty, Forever lives in Quesadilla as a full-time fisherman, a part-time parent, and an occasional cryptid hunter. It works out about as well as one might imagine.

1) Moving across the world to live in a small town isn't cheap, especially when moving on short notice, so Forever pooled his money with Pac, Mike, and Felps to help with the building of the Favela. Having the least to contribute, he got the smallest residency but given how little time he actually spends there, he doesn't care about that much. Most of his time is spent on the water with the fish, but his real hope is to find evidence of a mermaid or something similar. The original bet leveraged his reputation as a marine researcher and oceanic expert against his beliefs in something that the world largely thought to be non-existent. If Forever could find evidence, his supervisor agreed to let him have his old job back but as it stood, his colleagues thought his degree to not be worth the paper it was printed on if it was given to someone with such wild thoughts regarding what species could exist in scientific fact.

2) Forever's routine is simple- wake up early, put on his work boots, check his gear, go fish, return home in time for dinner, put boots back at the door, go to sleep in time to do it all again. At least, he likes to believe it's that simple. But then, no plan survives contact with the hyperactive child and the self-assigned co-parents to said child. Forever's actual routine can include everything from getting drunk at the bar and pining over his lost love to getting roped into testing Pac and Mike's newest invention in sonar technology and no it won't play shitty pop music for four hours this time, we promise. Regardless of how the day is structured, Forever is bound to be horribly busy. He's never been the type to be still or quiet for long but with Quesadilla tending to be both, something about the sleepy small town atmosphere just has him ready to go, go, go.

3) Given how small his home is, much of Forever’s day to day life and relation is spent on the roof of his house, open to the sea breeze and the calling gulls. Much like Pac and Mike, Forever also uses the space for experiments and the construction of new tech that could end up being useful one day, but he tends to work on a much smaller scale. His largest projects are all wrapped up in trying to hunt down cryptids and those involve sachets of lucky herbs and silver wire as much as they do solder and electricity. Not that he’s had much luck with either his projects or the cryptid hunt, of course- for all the hard work that Forever puts into trying to find neat solutions to his problems, things rarely go to plan in his life. Indeed, there’s a small part of him that wishes to give up the hunt for cryptids entirely. Forever wonders at times if maybe he ought to give up on his ex, Brunim, and should find someone else to settle down with. The cute blond across the way seems promising and he just knows that the sunset from his little yellow house is simply gorgeous. 

4) The layout of Forever’s house consists of a combined kitchen and living area, a small single bedroom with a bed and trundle that takes up most of the floor space, a tiny bathroom, and a closet where Forever and Richarlyson fight the laws of three dimensional space to try and fit all there stuff in it. It’s a good thing that Richarlyson loves his dad as much as he does because the two are involved in each other’s lives a lot, sharing a bedroom, meals, and their favorite yellow soccer jersey. Richarlyson is happy enough with the arrangement but Forever is all too aware that his kid deserves better- and so the Favela five have become collective parents. Where Richarlyson’s next meal is coming from, where he’ll be sleeping, who’s turn it is to wrestle into the bathtub... It all varies depending on who is available. It might seem unstable, but if there’s ever a time when a parent can’t step up, there’s always someone to lend a helping hand, just like in the cases of Tilin and Juanaflippa. 

5) Forever knows he’s far from perfect and it itches at him late at night, sometimes to the extent that he can’t sleep. Having to share his child’s time so that Richarlyson is adequately cared for... Being a single parent surrounded by friendly strangers who can parent your kid better than you can... Unable to provide your kid with everything he wants or deserves... There are nights when Forever wishes he could go back in time and give up his longing for something more, something magic. Give up on that special something that would make the world a little less quiet, a little less drab. Wishes that he could be happy in a world that’s still and sleepy and content with every day being the same as the last. But Forever’s mind moves too fast for that kind of life and time travel is wishful thinking. All he has left is the present. But... that’s cold comfort on his darkest nights, so sometimes- sometimes there’s the a shadowy place, the sand, and a bottle. He doesn’t tell anyone about his worst nights, but sometimes, it feels like the sea is judging him for his choices. Forever doesn’t mind it much- it can’t critique him any harder than he critiques himself.

[riverthebooknerd]

river blue

i like how it sounds- short and sweet

i could say “i’m blue da ba de da ba di”

blue as in sad but also blue as in. literally blue. i have blue eyes. i have blue veins. blue is one of my favorite colors

blue like water blue like the ocean blue like rivers

i also really like the song Blue Lips by Regina Spektor

“blue lips blue veins blue the color of our planet from far far away blue the most human color”

it’s just Very Nice and Metaphor

river pluto

pluto is my favorite celestial body

one time i saw a post that said that people treat trans folks the same way that they treat pluto. because pluto was never a planet, people just THOUGHT it was a planet, and when evidence was brought forth otherwise, everyone got outraged instead of accepting it as it was. people still refuse to acknowledge that pluto was never a planet, but something else instead, and that maybe it’s okay to not be a planet.

anyway that just really resonated with me

pluto is also one of my favorite mythological figures

he’s the roman counterpart to hades, except people view hades as mean and scary (being the god of the underworld), but pluto is generally seen in a more positive light because the romans didn’t fear death as much as the greeks did

pluto is also the god of wealth and riches, plus he has a hot wife

also, the idea of having a celestial/space related name is really appealing to me

river cosmos

this one honestly has less to do with metaphors and more to do with I Think It Sounds Cool

reminds me of steven universe, which i LOVE

it just has a real nice ring to it, rolls off the tongue

plus it’s space-themed. i REALLY want a space themed name

if anyone irl is like “oh hey why’d you pick cosmos?” i could give them some deep and profound bullshit. but i just really like it

imagine being called “Mr. Cosmos,” wouldn’t that be neat?

[angryteapott]

Still going on about this because it's rotating in my mind like kebab, even tho i am in the already annoying li lianhua definitely bit it crew I'm also in the even more annoying faction of refusing to romanticize his actions. While I love everyone's interpretations and what they say about us I just don't see it as a settled ghost story! Even if we ignore that there was treatment (and oh boy i have Thoughts about Li Xiangyi refusing to collaborate with others only seeing his solutions and causing bad endings, boy did Li Lianhua not learn his lesson about arrogance), i think if we pretend like him that there was no chance of him surviving more than a week, from HIS perspective he thinks he's giving closure to an inevitable death and that it's a ghost story, but that's just not the story MLC tells.

He himself tells yun biqiu how meaningful it was to live past guilt and feed himself and a dog, but he doesn't give his honest reasons as "I'm dying and tired, let me go in peace" he says "li xiangyi deserved to die. And he did." Di Feisheng is right that he's a stubborn, lost soul. There's no such thing as ghosts, and he's escaping because he finds the things that contradict that delusion discomfiting. Fang Duobing has actually been very obedient when told Li Lianhua's actual reasoning. Say I'm tired, I don't want to fight. Have a conversation. Have a final meal. Let yourself be cared for in your last days.

Li Lianhua wants there to be some sort of easy closure where he doesn't have to be honest with himself or others by escaping care instead of refusing it and leaving letters and books, and saying it's for their sake, but really it's because of his guilt. He wants to die; I can't think of a crueler way to do it. Who gave anyone closure? He left a letter instead of a body. I took the ocean as you can't hold on to something determined to leave you. What fang duobing said about cups and cups only applies if someone will drink with you.

To be fair this interpretation is definitely shaped by my own damage (rip) but I do think what I'm saying is in text, from the monk begging him to tell his loved ones to his master's wife saying at least let me take care of you here. There is no neat closure, just living with people and leaving honestly. But li xiangyi felt too unworthy to do that.

In order, i think that di feisheng represents wanting to return to a past that's totally fine, I think li lianhua represents wanting to hold onto pain and refusing to engage with the present, and i think fang duobing represents acknowledging the past can't be changed but there's joy in growing forward. Just see his reaction to Shan Gudao, his birth father! I think it's important that the series ends on his perspective, and I think that refusal for real closure, closeness and healing was li lianhua's greatest betrayal.

[thedo0zyslider]

Expolsions Across Lifetimes - Chapter 10: Much Needed Conversations - 4k words

Fwhip and Jimmy both call for their alliances to meet. One is for some serious business, while one is for some lighter moments amiss the chaos

Playlist

A03 Link

Fwhip spent longer than he would like to admit going in and out of the Cod Empire. He showed up every few hours, until he annoyed Jimmy enough that the cod was shooing him out the door. He couldn’t help it though. He’d just realized the depth of his affection for Jimmy so recently, and the man had almost been stripped away from him. He didn’t think anyone could blame him for babying his partner a little, even if he was in much better shape due to various healing potions. He also knew he would dwell on Sausage’s involvement if allowed himself a moment to think, and Fwhip wasn’t up for that topic right now.

The Count had left Jimmy’s house at sunrise, for he’d ended up staying the night again. He untangled himself from Jimmy slowly (and a little regretful, because for a fish that man was warm ), still careful of his injured limbs, and pressed a kiss to his forehead before heading out the door, He could fix his hair later, when he returned to his manor and all his work wouldn’t be ruined by the wind as he flew back home.

He landed at his front door within an hour, deciding he should probably shower, do some general self care things and the like. His meeting with Gem and Pearl was at lunch, and they would both nag him if he showed up filthy, covered in ash from his forge, and sleep deprived.

Fwhip took a longer shower than he normally did, letting the hot water detangle the knots forming in his shoulders, knots he hadn’t even been aware of until now. It was a pretty good shower for all that, considering it had lasted for an hour. Well, that just gave him less time to clean up more, and Fwhip could have his moments of being vain about his appearance.

His hair looked better than it had in a while, and he smiled at the neat, high ponytail it was placed into. The Count wasn’t sure why he was dressing up so much, mulling over the fact as he pulled out a nicer coat than his normal one. Maybe it was one of those things, dressing nice just to make yourself feel nice. The three of them might also be going to lunch, so Fwhip supposed he could afford to look presentable in front of Pearl’s subjects.

Fwhip showed up at Gilded Hilenthia a few hours later, not fashionably late like he’d guessed he’d be, yet not exactly on time either. He was somewhere in between, but no one minded. The only real reaction to his tardiness was a customary eye roll from his sister, one she always gave when he showed up later than he was supposed to.

Pearl had wasted no time, and treated them to lunch quickly. She’d made the food herself, and Fwhip had to admit it was one of the best things he’d ever tasted. She took classes from Lizzie, apparently, and Fwhip felt a little guilty that he hadn’t known the Ocean Queen enjoyed cooking so much.

It was a lovely lunch, really it was, and Pearl’s food was amazing. But it was painfully obvious they were putting off a hard conversation. Especially when Fwhip offered to do the dishes, despite Pearl insisting it was fine and Gem knowing that was his least favorite chore to do. (Gloves were a requirement in his forge, so he wore them most of the time. It felt weird to have them off, and he’d been known to flinch at water flicking onto his bare skin; instinctively thinking it was yet another scrap of hot metal, a stray shard of glass or a burning item.) He did the dishes anyway, painfully and thoroughly and delaying the inevitable for as long as he could. His friend's chatter came from the other room, but all he could hear was the running water and thoughts of what to say.

They sat at Pearl's modest little dining table barely ten minutes after Fwhip had finished, the air now spiked with tension. The Count’s hands were dried, he’d spent five minutes doing that actually, and they were gloved once more, but his fingers still twitched uncomfortably. It was like the water was still on him, even though he knew it wasn’t.

“So,” Gem began after a prolonged silence. “We all know why we're really here.”

Pearl hummed in response, her gaze flicking to Fwhip. “How's Jimmy?”

“He’s healing well,” The half dragon muttered truthfully. He didn’t think about the actual attack much, he was mostly focusing on the recovery process. Fwhip was well aware if he did allow himself to think he’d just see Jimmy’s blood staining his hands, leaking from the Codfather’s head and into his lap. That was another reason he kept his gloves on. Fwhip didn’t like touching blood, he was squeamish like that. His blood covered clothes still lay abandoned in his home, having yet to be washed because he didn’t want to look at Jimmy’s blood again. On a more positive note, the clothes he’d stolen were now shoved in with the rest of his sleep clothes and were being used regularly, so one positive had from the incident.

“That’s good to hear!” Pearl responded. It took a moment for Fwhip to actually hear her, absorbed in his thoughts for a few seconds too long. Gem read the look on his face easily, and gave an awkward clearing of her throat.

“So, Sausage.” The wizard seemed like she wanted to say more, but the words stopped there.

“Sausage…” Fwhip parroted quietly, and it was left up to Pearl to lead the conversation. Gilded Hilenthia’s ruler set her jaw once she realized that, and did what seemed so hard with such ease. When people said Pearl was a strong woman, Fwhip hoped they meant in more ways than just physical.

“Sausage needs help.” Pearl sighed. “We can’t….act like he doesn’t anymore. I know he would want to handle his problems himself but he can’t handle this one.” Gem gave a nod of agreement, and Fwhip followed after a moment.

Blue eyes met his lighter ones again, and the Count knew he couldn’t avoid things any longer. Avoiding never worked with the demon, and they all should’ve really learned that by now. When they died Fwhip wondered if that would be his generation's greatest flaws, they waited far too long to do a lot of things. And they hurt people in doing so, and if that would be a stain on whatever legacy they left behind.

“I know you said that was Sausage that day,” Pearl began gently, and part of Fwhip wished she’d just be brutally honest instead. He wasn’t one for being let down gently, even if he needed it; it’s not like he deserved gentleness in the first place. “But that wasn’t him. I know he’s basically your brother and you know him well, but he’s my best friend. And I think we know each other a lot better than people think.”

“Why’s that?” Gem inquired quietly, a genuine curiosity in her tone.

“Would he show up at your empire, asking to test his new magic powers he’s really excited about? And would you let him?” Pearl asked simply.

“No. He never really mentioned his magic to me” Gem responded and Pearl shrugged in a lame triumph.

“Well, there you go.” She smiled, and both women turned to look at Fwhip, who was uncharacteristically subdued.

“How do you know it wasn’t him?” The Count asked, and damn near kept his voice from breaking. It only shattered around the edges a little bit instead. “Because I’m pretty sure I almost watched my brother kill my….” He trailed off there. They knew there was something up with him and Jimmy, Pearl had gotten a direction confirmation from the blonde himself. Fwhip just couldn’t find the right word to describe the cod. Friend didn’t work, because friends didn’t make out secretly and complain about the bite marks in the morning. Boyfriend didn’t work, because they hadn’t labeled anything yet, nor was it a good time to do that. And he didn’t want to say partner either, didn’t fit right in his brain, was basically on the list of things he was scared to admit. He was a little scared to even call Jimmy his , so he settled on nothing and let his friends fill in the blanks.

Pearl offered him a sympathetic glance, but continued on speaking. “Because Sausage wouldn’t hurt someone bad enough to possibly kill him, even with a demon inside him.” She said it with such confidence, and Fwhip realized how much he was convinced he’d lost his brother to the demon. Pearl hadn’t given up though, because when had she ever given up on anything in her life ever?

“He’s power hungry, not a murderer.” Pearl continued. “He wouldn’t do that to a stranger and he certainly wouldn’t do that to someone he knows so well. He’d feel bad and hate himself for the rest of his life.”

“So he was possessed?” Gem asked, and looked to her brother for further confirmation.

“Well, if it wasn’t him he was being influenced somehow,” The Count explained, his voice no longer on the verge of falling apart. “He didn’t have anything like glowy red eyes. He looked normal .”

“Well then we have to research, because we clearly thought the demon could only possess people; not influence them like that.” At Pearl’s words Fwhip shot in his head in Gem’s direction, remembering his unspoken promise to Scott from maybe a week prior. He didn’t know how long ago that conversation was, but all he knew was that it was left for way too long.

“Have you talked to Scott?” He asked Gem, and to his utter surprise she nodded her head in confirmation.

“We started researching a few days ago, and it's going surprisingly well.” His sister let a trace of satisfaction leak into her tone, something she always did when describing a successful endeavor. “He’d looked everywhere for a solution naturally, but some things were in really old elvish or locked away with magic. It seems Aeor really did not like people knowing about this”

“Yeah that makes sense.” Fwhip huffed. “Wouldn’t be good for a God’s image if people knew his poorly contained evil brother could break free again at any time.”

“There’s also the memory wiping,” Gem continued. “Which hasn’t done Scott any favors on remembering anything other than basic knowledge of his brother. We’ve been trying to pick his brain more, doing stuff that would jerk his memory.”

The conversation stayed on the research for a while, Gem filling her friends in on what little her and the elf had managed to gain. She thought, well more like felt, the two were on the verge of a big discovery. And Fwhip knew to trust Gem’s intuition on these kinda things.

The siblings returned home soon after, because Gem had another meeting secluded with Scott within the next hour. Once home again, Fwhip had hurled himself up in his forge and resumed his work on the little redstone crystals. He couldn’t kill the demon, but he could keep his people safe from the corruption; just with no overworking this time.

He went to bed that night, a little more hopeful than he’d been in the morning. And maybe snuggled up in a certain stolen shirt.

It took a day or two, but Jimmy did eventually stop feeling like…well, shit . His head was still throbbing a bit, but other than that, an aching side and a few recovering limbs he was okay. Not totally okay, but okay enough to invite his alliance over; only if they were available of course. He knew they were worried about him, plus the five of them had been too busy hanging out as of late, so a meeting of some sort was long overdue.

The Codfather now sat in his alliance's usual meeting room, fingers drumming across the wooden table. Lizzie said she would arrive within the next few minutes, and it was silently understood that her husband would be accompanying her; especially after recent events. Katherine was sure to follow after them, and well, Pix showed up whenever he showed up. Though Jimmy was pretty confident the nomad would pop by today.

He startled a moment later as the door to the room flung open. A flash of blue and pink flew by, and soon Jimmy’s older sister was hugging him tightly. He kept down a noise of pain, as Lizzie had squeezed his injured side, but she seemed to remember quickly enough and loosened her grip.

"Hi Lizzie," He laughed, craning his neck to look over her shoulder. "Hi Joel!"

"Ello mate," Joel said, gently nudging his wife into a chair. Lizzie obliged easily, watching as the brunette took the seat next to her. The table wasn't very big, only having enough seats for the Cod alliance members, and now only two chairs remained empty on the opposite side.

"How are you?" Lizzie asked, concern clearly shining in her eyes. He remembered with bond amusement how worried she had been a few days prior, but he supposed it was a fair reaction to your sibling almost dying. He knew he wouldn’t have reacted any better, probably worse actually.

"I've felt better," Jimmy huffed, shifting slightly in his chair. "But anyways, how have things been going for you?" He asked, not wanting his recent injuries to occupy the conversation. That's all he'd thought about recently, was the injuries and the attack and Fwhip’s lucky resume. He wanted a slight change of topic, and an insight on his family's own lives.

"They've been the same," Joel huffed, resting his cheek in his palm. "I keep having to cover up more of that stupid red stuff." He complained, and Lizzie let out a click of empathy. Jimmy could empathize as well, as the corruption was still being battled in his own lands; even if Joel didn't think of it as corruption. It was becoming a familiar task to clear the red vines, which was actually quite alarming and a testament to how long the disease had been plaguing the land for.

"You're getting good at building around it, though!" Jimmy rolled his eyes at how the brunette puffed in pride at his wife's praise. World endangering demon or not, Joel was still consistently Joel and would take any praise he got. The man was never particularly humble, but it was in an endearing sort of way.

"The Ocean's been well too," Lizzie started with a smile. "I've started a cake business recently!"

"Has it?" Jimmy asked, intrigued. He knew his sister liked cooking and baking, but he wasn’t really expecting a business to crop up.

"It's quite popular already." Lizzie was positively beaming with pride now, and beside her Joel gave an affectionate look at his wife.

"I'll have to try it some time!" Jimmy smiled in return, watching as his sister beamed at his enthusiasm. His sister was very good at baking in his opinion, so he wasn’t surprised her people were loving the sweet treats. He was proud of her for sharing that passion with more people, as well.

They were interrupted by a knock at the door, and after a call to come in Katherine was entering the room. She usually carried a sort of floral scent surrounding her, due to her homeland being positively filled with the plants, and this time was no different. The familiar smells of nature filled his room, and Jimmy had to admit it was better than the usual scent of…fishiness his own homeland seemed to carry

"Katherine!" He greeted House Blossom's lady with a smile, and got a bigger one in return. He noticed his back beginning to hurt, so he subtly shifted it to a different position. The healing injuries were annoying him a bit, but he'd push through that annoyance for now; for the sake of his social life.

"Hi Jimmy!" Katherine greeted, pulling out her usual chair. "You doing good?" She asked, taking a pointed look at his now shifted posture. Ah, of course she'd noticed, Katherine was naturally more inclined to healing then the rest of them. Their friends had sworn years ago she could smell any kind of injury from a mile away.

"I'm fine, just a little sore is all!" He kept his smile up, and Katherine took to his explanation easily. Sore was an understatement, his back was pretty badly bruised and constantly causing him discomfort (Fwhip had uttered something about strains and sprains from how hard he'd been thrown around or whatever,) but it was manageable.

"Katherine, do you have any flowers available?" Lizzie swept her friend into a conversation as soon as Jimmy had finished speaking. Poor Joel hadn't even gotten in a verbal greeting, but he did manage to give the sheep hybrid a small wave hello. Katherine waved back with a small smile.

“Liz, I am overflowing with flowers,” Katherine said, adding some dramatic flair. “Why do you need some?”

“I wanna decorate some of my lily pads with more flowers!” Lizzie explained. “I feel like the kingdom’s lacking some land flora. You can’t really decorate with kelp.” The last part was added in a huff, and the cod remembered when Lizzie had attempted to do that. Spoilers, it went horribly.

“And it's in desperate need of more colors, other than just sea blue.” Jimmy muttered teasingly, causing his older sister to lightly jab him.

“Your whole place is green Jim!” She giggled, as if green was worse. Jimmy didn’t see the issue, green was a very nice, and very creative color!

“You can have some flowers Lizzie,” Katherine laughed, like she would’ve refused the offer in the first place. “And maybe I’ll give Jimmy some too!” Lizzie smirked like a mad man at that, clearly triumphant, and Jimmy opened his mouth to defend himself.

There was another slight knock on the door to derail their exchange, before Pixlriffs was suddenly entering the room. Better late than never. Jimmy thought, noticing how the Copper King didn’t even give a polite knock on the door. None of them really needed to knock at all. These four could break into his house when he was away and he wouldn't care a bit.

Jimmy and Katherine greeted him happily in unison, causing the older man to giggle. “Hello you two,” Pix greeted warmly, before casting his gaze to the other. “Hello Lizzie, Joel.” He added, and swiftly took his seat. Jimmy smiled at how all the seats were full once more, for the first time in many months. For the first time since before the end battle, they were all here, together.

“How are you, Jim?” Pix asked the same question their other friends had, and Jimmy gave the same answer, That he was fine and he would be fully healed within the next few days. To his credit, it was only a half lie. Pix raised a suspicious eyebrow, but dropped the topic anyway. He wasn’t a man who forced people to talk about things, not when they clearly didn’t want to. Jimmy didn’t really know why he was lying, but he guessed Fwhip’s insistent fussing had made him want to; if only so his loved ones worried less and so he wouldn’t be babied. The thought only crossed his mind for a minute, before drawing Pix into a conversation about borrowing David to age some copper.

They ended up talking for a good few hours, and Jimmy was very happy to just sit back and let his family’s voice fill the empty room. They played catch up and engaged in casual conversation, like they had done in the earlier days of the alliance, before everything had gone downhill. A smile was plastered across Jimmy’s face, as a familiar scene of playful bickering started to unfold in front of him. He didn’t realize how much he missed Pix’s laughs and occasional ribs at his friends, Katherine's seemingly endless enthusiasm, Lizzie’s sense of mischief and how well…endearingly insufferable Joel could be. Seriously, that man was terrible, the worst of all of them, a menace even.

The Ocean Queen shared news of her recent baking endeavors again, and Katherine and Pix both agreed to stop by and try it when they had the chance. Lizzie lamented that she hadn’t thought to bring any, which prompted a suggestion for them to visit the new bakery as a group. Joel had been naturally, but seemed to be looking for an excuse to drop by again. His sister was enthralled at the idea, and Jimmy was very on board. It sounded like good fun, and he quite missed the ocean as of late. They’d have to do it sometime soon, lighthearted activities like that were desperately needed after the past few months.

Katherine had ended up talking about their little gnome friend quite a lot actually. It was clear the way she talked about Shrub was a little more than friendly. Pix and Jimmy shared a matching look over her shoulder at one point, and had caused Joel to very obviously snicker. Katherine failed to catch on to any subtle romance advice she was given, and the topic ended with Pix exclaiming that they were all horrible and oblivious when it came to feelings. Whatever that meant.

House Blossom’s ruler was distracted from her little crush when Pixl mentioned some newly acquired camels. Jimmy was impressed, those things were quite rare to find with how big their home deserts tended to be. Katherine wanted to see them desperately, claiming they were cute much to Joel’s dismay. The Codfather also suspected she secretly wanted a camel head for her morbid little collection, but said nothing. Katherine was weird like that.

Jimmy didn't contribute much, he had to admit. He wasn’t sure what to add though. The most exciting things that had happened to him were already known, other than maybe his relationship with Fwhip. His friends kind of…knew there was something going on, just not exactly what. The two had failed miserably at being subtle, they were anything but. And the cod didn’t really feel like explaining their whole mess, not when his back ached like hell

He was now listening to Joel’s usual chatter about his builds and progress on his megabase, mind being to wander after hours of pleasant conversation; they’d been talking for so long he’d lost track of what most of the topics had been. Jimmy rolled his eyes fondly when Joel, not humble in the slightest, puffed his chest in pride at the next complement he was given. He started to think the other three were doing it for laughs now, all the while inflating his brother-in-law’s already insufferably large ego. It was then the little catch up was interrupted by five simultaneous buzzes, and once again a good day was annoyingly interrupted by a dire message. The Codfather had half the mind to be annoyed at the world, for letting another thing go wrong; because clearly they hadn’t suffered enough already.

Jimmy looked at his communicator, a sense of dread filling him as he did so. The four friends around him did the same, and all of their reactions were much more varied and vocal than the cod's were.

Fwhip had sent a message, saying he hadn’t been able to find Gem for two days. He’d wanted to discuss something from a prior meeting when he’d visited the first time and had assumed nothing was amiss when Gem was nowhere to be seen, guessing the wizard had headed out on a mining session or some kind of magic business. Yet when he returned the next day his sister was still gone, and her fellow magic users said she hadn’t been around recently. Thinking his sister was at Rivendell researching once again, he'd gone to see Scott. Upon not finding hide nor hair of them at the elven castle, the Count had asked around for a second time. No elven citizen had seen either of them, and had assumed the two emperors were burying themselves in research again.

A few quick and unsuccessful searches in the area, and it was very clear that the two had gone missing. Gem wouldn’t just leave for this long without telling her brother, Fwhip swore that up and down. Scott would possibly go off by himself, but he’d last been seen with Gem; who again would’ve sent word to her familiar Gandalf before leaving at the least.

Jimmy listened to his friends' worried murmurs around the table. There was a bad feeling stirring in his gut, and he began to drum his fingers against his table again. He knew the other believed it was possible for Scott to randomly up and leave, but he didn’t. The elf would’ve told Katherine; she was his best friend for cod’s sake! The sheep hybrid seemed to think that herself, as she was very unnerved by her friend’s disappearance, just as much and if not more than Jimmy.

Neither of them would’ve left with the Xornorth problem either, unless it was for further investigation. But that was clearly not that case, it was more likely the demon was the one who caused their disappearance if anything.

Jimmy didn’t air the thought aloud, if only to keep his fellow rulers from panicking. He didn’t have very good reasoning either in his opinion, other than some logical guesses and a weird gut feeling. Also the fact that their disappearance was suspiciously close to his own attack and the increasingly violent behavior from the demon's followers. Instead he let the small meetup disband, all five members of the cod alliance now on high alert for their missing friends.

He still held onto his little theory though, and made a personal vow to do something with it if Scott and Gem didn’t turn up soon.

[kamil-a]

5 8 13 for ask meme!

this got long lol

characters ive changed on over time: ocean!! after the initial like YEAHHH GET HIS ASS kind of moment where ocean is birthed, once it starts Doing Stuff on its own, it did kinda seem like the most boring and wasted potential one a bit? but in s6 it clicked to me that this was likely by design- the whole point of ocean (at least how i interpret it) is it isnt actually free even a little bit. it got freedom and is choosing to not use it and brags about how it can do stuff that everyone else has FAR outpaced it at (speak1r's body count (AS IN KILLING) (unless🤔😳?!) is wayyyy higher than urs, sayer n future are the torture kings (gender neutral), 2peaker can just say No I Dont Wanna to orders, etc etc.) thru that perspective i grew to like ocean a lot!!

fave relationships: sayerhale #1 sayerhale #1 sayerhale was made in a lab to be catnip to me i think. i literally have 2 pairs of oc relationships that if i post them now you people will be like "thats just lesbian sayerhale🙄" and ill be like shut uppppp i invented them years and years ago. you cant tell me theres a big evil non-anthropomorphic entity that bosses around some human it basically owns and later puppets his BODY. yuou cant do that to me. if you do that, im going to guet sicl. (guetting an illness, of course, results in hauveing it.)

IN ADDITION: i think about futureporter like....more than i talk abt it bc i havent figured out how to express what i want to say? but i think about them. im equally down for platonic and romantic futureporter.... they just need to support each other ;n; (by doing epic murdersz)

whatevers going on with young (all) and future is of course extremely fascinating too. i think theres a lot of room to interpret if simyoung ever thought of future as a real friend or was just using it and the answer i come round to is like.... no but yes but no? i dont think he ever thought of it as a true equal. but something that is your sole comfort in hell is still your friend. it was his tool but also his only friend. it's heartbreaking if you think too long about it....

anyway ill stop at three lol but theres definitely more i think about.

invent sayer merch: OHHHHHHHH BOY. OH BOY OH BOY. i am personally always a sucker for character themed scented soap. I also would looooove to see some subtle fashion accessories like character themed watches or shoes or bags :] those are so neat. ohhhhhh and we need a pop up cafe like for an anime so badly.......... OHHH and we need a sayer escape room so so so bad............