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sentfromwolves · 7 months

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◈—⌈ SENTFROMWOLVES ⌋ writeblr introduction ²⁰²⁴

Hi everyone, and welcome to my writeblr 2024 introduction. My name is Eran (they/he & freshly thirty) and I've been on writeblr for awhile, so you might've seen me around. ( •̀ ω •́ ) This is my yearly post to introduce the projects I'll be working on this year, what I write, and who I am. I'll be keeping it short and sweet.

I'd love to meet more writers this year, so if you write any of the following, or just like these genres, or even just wanna shout about ocs together, come holler and I'll give you a follow!

◈ — sci-fi and fantasy of any kind! cozy fantasy, romantasy, epic fantasy, space opera? this is my bread and butter, and I love shouting about it from the rooftops with others! ◈ — found families, ot3s, complicated soulmates. I am almost always writing about soulmates who have either killed each other at least once in the past or are planning some sort of murder. Complicated relationships, especially found families that aren't all rainbows and butterflies, are right up my alley. ◈ — queer and trans protagonists, large queer casts! all of my wips feature trans/nonbinary leads, and I'm always looking for more queer writer friends to connect with! ◈ — hope at the end of the tunnel, but hell to get to. I write stories with hopeful endings, with the sun on the horizon, with the promise that something better might now at long last be on the way. I love seeing characters get put through hell, but I love it even more when they make it to the other side. (if you write tragedy though, please know I will still cry on your doorstep if you'll have me) ◈ — corruption arcs, redemption arcs, sometimes both! Deeply nuanced characters with messy attitudes, and even messier actions. I'm just as equally obsessed with cool worldbuilding as I am with character-driven things, and I will yell about ocs all day, and maybe draw them too >:3 ◈ — big, epic, and sweeping worldbuilding! I am a huge fan of delving into the worldbuilding aspect of my wips. I love building magic systems, cultures, geographies, and more. One of my 2024 projects is doing a worldbuilding experiment blog at some point. I am always down to clown over worldbuilding, whether to sound board or just holler together!

There's a lot more I could say here, but this post can only get so long! Σ(っ °Д °;)っ my dms are always open, and I will follow back most of the time! But just to get all of the basics outta the way:

◈—« here's a quick and dirty rundown of how I work! »—◈

➺ I interact and follow from @calamityeden, so if you see that username, it's just me.✌️I am most active on discord, and if we become friends, you're more than welcome to ask to add me there. ➺ I am open to being tagged in writeblr games! Just know that I am not online all the time, and might be slow to respond to them. 🐌 ➺ My ask box and DMs are open, just please be respectful. I love meeting new writers and talking about projects! I am happy to chat and make new friends. You're always welcome! 💌 ➺ This is a strictly 18+ writeblr. Please DNI with me if you are a minor and respect my boundaries.

🪄You can find my core tags here under my writing and my graphics, as well as writer reminders, game train and catharsis. (❁´◡`❁) And now onto the fun part! My 2024 main project line up!

I have my main four listed here that you'll probably hear me yelling about pretty consistently, but I've also got a lot of other projects rattling around in my brain. So if you're ever curious about a project that's not here, feel free to yell at me about it! >:3

Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy Standalone.

Status: First Draft Complete (117k)—Revising for beta round one.

There's a clock tattooed on Nemesis's wrist, and when it reaches midnight on his 21st birthday, it will kill him. It doesn't help that his mom is the one that cursed him, and the demon currently possessing his car ate her before Nemesis could convince her to break the damned thing. Thankfully, Judge came prepared with an alternative: help him break into a mythical living city and steal its heart, and in return, he'll shatter Nemesis's curse for free. Accompanied by a three-headed hellhound, a haunted holy sword, and an excommunicated exorcist, Judge and Nemesis set their sights on an impossible heist. But the closer Nemesis gets to the heart, the more he begins to realize that he isn't the only one under a curse. And if he doesn't find a way to break Judge's soon, his own life will be forfeit as well.

Genre: Space Opera

Status: 2024 zero drafting from scratch

Two hundred years ago, humanity expanded to the stars only to find a cosmos filled with graves. But then their children began displaying the strange ability to commune with the alien ruins scattered across the planets, waking ancient, extrasolar mecha from their sleep, and turned the struggling colonies of space explorers into the fledgling galactic nation of Sol Galatea. Now, Wren Akane is on the run from the whole galaxy, wanted for the strange alien powers throbbing through his veins. His luck runs out when he accidentally awakens an ancient Relic in the desert of his planet, only to be embedded with the memories of its last pilot and the revelation that the war that littered the cosmos with graves is far from over. But no one believes Wren when he tells them that continuing to wake the Relics will bring the hostile alien empire that destroyed them back to Sol Galatea’s doorstep. Only Wren’s rival pilot, Marek Khalid, seems interested in a word Wren has to say. But Marek doesn’t want to save Sol Galatea. He has big plans for what to do when the aliens arrive, a rebellion to lead, and if Wren isn’t on his side, he’s in his way. With time running out, Wren must soon decide how far he’s willing to go to save the people that never tried to save him—or if Marek is right, and he should let the stars burn instead.

Genre: Adult Romantasy

Status: First Draft (1k/100k)

Once a year, Celestials from all across the Lumina Kingdom gather together for Eventide, the season of courtship, hoping to win the hand of the most eligible star at court. Sirius knows the game they play all too well: by day, he is the forgettable, miserable daughter of the Lumina Family, least of his seven siblings and wanted only for the royal blood running through his veins. By night, however, Sirius is the Starweaver—the mysterious dressmaker taking the kingdom by storm. Everyone wants to know the identity of the one responsible for elaborate outfits that turn even the quietest Celestial in the room into the star of the show, outshining even Sirius’s luminous sibling, Diana. When the infamous King Beyond Midnight arrives with the intent to wed Diana, Sirius finds his secret in jeopardy when the condition for their hand in marriage is a simple challenge: reveal the Starweaver's true identity. There’s no outsmarting Octavian for long, and soon, Sirius will have to make a choice: give up on his passion and stay hidden forever, or risk everything to stay true to who he really is.

Genre: Second World Urban Fantasy

Status: Outlining

Something changes the day that Nakano Touya returns to the crumbling city of Soma Lux. It starts with voices in the radio static, blurry figures caught on camera, always out of focus. When a monster crawls out of Touya's television screen and eats him, the last thing he expects is to find a strange, shadowy otherworld lurking on the other side. But his biggest problem isn't the monsters of the otherworld that want to eat him, or the talking cat that saved him, now living in his apartment without a care in sight. Soma Lux is experiencing a strange new epidemic—one that Touya is completely unaffected by. But when his half-sister falls comatose, Touya knows he has to get to the bottom of it all to save her—and find out why he's the only one immune. Accompanied by his jaded ex-boyfriend, Touya’s nosy classmates, a part-time fortune teller, and a cantankerous old hag, Touya dives into the murky underbelly of Soma Lux, where the realities have begun to bleed together between his world and the next.

That's all for now! >:3 Here's to an amazing 2024! (also my actual blog is a mess right now please do not mind it ksjndfskfn)

#writeblr intro #writing community #writeblr #my writing #my graphics #hey all hehe i just decided i'll probs do a fresh one of these every year to make sure i can pin an accurate wip list to the top #especially as i change wips from year to year!#i mostly am on discord #but i want to be able to meet new writer friends here too especially as the community grows!#seriously feel free to holler anytime #i'm usually around somewhere :3

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fryingpan1234567 · 7 months

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guys the 141 is flying to Disneyland

(hear me out)

Price, for someone’s birthday (probably Gaz’s if we’re honest with ourselves), takes the squad to Disney for a few days. Now these grown ass battle-hardened absolute units of men… are fucking ecstatic. Even Ghost. Especially Gaz and Soap, who literally Did Not Shut The Fuck Up about it all the way from the announcement up until they were there, and then they were speechless.

Anyways, a compilation of things that happened:

Ghost was mistaken for the Winter Soldier because of the mask and all-black tact fit and eyeliner by a group of middle schoolers who then demanded a picture

Soap got glitterbombed during a parade and had sparkles in his mohawk for the rest of the day

Price lost his hat to the Matterhorn somewhere in the cave system, meaning it was virtually unretrievable

Gaz got jumpscared by the fake sharks on the Finding Nemo submarine ride

Soap ate a total of twelve bags of cotton candy over the course of a three day trip

They all spent more on merch than the fucking plane tickets💀

Ghost and Gaz had a pretty epic lightsaber fight, red vs green, in the dark in Galaxy’s Edge so all the lights in the background were on it was DOPE‼️

Price was forced to wear Mickey ears OVER his replacement hat so it folded over the top of his head like a weird reverse Captain taco

Soap got WAY into the Indiana Jones ride and almost got thrown out of the jeep like six times

Same with Gaz and the Pirates of the Caribbean one

Ghost going speechless in awe of the immersion of the Star Wars rides

They all vow to never speak of what happened on the Guardians/ Tower of Terror ride, because no one was actually sure who screamed the loudest.

Soap tried to fight Donald Duck and had to be dragged away by Price before he traumatized the crowd of watching children

Even though he still had a half-face black mask on, Ghost let Soap and Gaz drag him into getting matching face paint

Gaz had a Princess and the Frog themed outfit one of the days and PHEW

Ghost went back home with two pairs of ears: a Jack Skellington one and the sparkly purple one that has a unicorn horn and rainbow train behind it

Also the others convinced him to wear a Mickey Mouse shirt over his hoodie one of the days

I can’t express how much they all fucking lived for the Cars ride (it’s because it’s simply the best one ANYWAYS)

Soap being thoroughly distracted by Ghost and his see-through shirt after they did Splash Mountain and got soaked

The fucking contrast between Price getting some kind of whisky situation that’s just brown but in a cool cup from a bar in Galaxy’s Edge and then Gaz finding some god-awful multicolored milkshake that’s a foot and a half tall and 30% whipped cream

Anyways the serotonin is REAL please ask me to do other characters or continue this I just think the cod boys deserve to go to Disney every once in a while

#cod #tf141 #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost

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blackswaneuroparedux · 1 year

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I am by far your superior, but my notorious modesty prevents me from saying so.

- Erik Satie

To his contemporaries and peers Erik Satie was something of an enigma. Just a few of his quirks included claiming he only ate white foods, carrying a hammer wherever he went, founding his own religion, eating 150 oysters in one sitting, and writing a piece with the instruction to repeat 840 times! As a composer, Satie paved the way for the avant-garde in music and became a very influential figure in the classical music of the 20th century whose works still sound fresh today.

Born into a poor and difficult childhood in the Normandy harbour town of Honfleur on 17 May 1866, Satie would always be an outsider. The Paris Conservatoire to which he was enrolled by his stepmother, herself a pianist, became for him “a sort of local penitentiary” during his teens; he left with no qualifications and a reputation for being lazy. He signed up for military service in 1886 and dropped out within the same year. Immersing himself in the bohemian life of Montmartre, he became linked with the popular music scene and eked out a living as an accompanist, playing at the Chat Noir cabaret. Always on the periphery, and forever out of money, he later downgraded from the cramped room in which he lived to the less fashionable Parisian suburb of Arcueil, where he holed up in isolation and squalor – no visitors set foot in the room during the near-30 years he lived there.

Much has been made of the eccentricities of this flâneur, who was always seen in a grey velvet suit, and yet underlying Satie’s music is his serious desire to create something new. You can hear it in his popular piano pieces: the haunting scales and rhythms of the Trois Gnossiennes written under the spell of Romanian folk music, and the meditative world of Gymnopédies, where, as in a cubist painting, motifs are “seen” from all sides. At a time when French composers were looking to escape the shadows of Wagner’s epic Romanticism, the French composer’s stripped-back mechanical sound, inspired by the humble barrel organ, offered a radically simple approach.

Satie preferred originality to the mundane. The composer of the famous Gymnopedies, could never be accused of having an uninteresting personality. For one, his outgoing fashion statements always caused a stir. During his Montmartre years, he had 12 identical velvet corduroy suits hanging in his wardrobe, which earned him the nickname ‘The Velvet Gentleman’, and in his socialist years, he donned a bowler hat and carried an umbrella.

Debussy helped to draw public attention to Satie, orchestrating two of his Gymnopédies, yet Satie had to wait until much later in life to attain celebrity status. While still earning a living writing salon dances and popular cabaret songs, and after suffering a creative crisis, he enrolled himself at the Schola Cantorum in Paris at the age of 39. Rather than finding him validation, his studies seem to have fuelled his hatred of convention - it’s with more than a hint of bitterness that he claims to put “everything I know about Boredom” into the Bach chorale of his masterful Sports et Divertissements piano pieces. But notoriety led to a succès de scandale and when it came it came with a bang in Parade, his surreal, one-act circus ballet for Diaghilev. Into the orchestral score, which featured jazz and cabaret tunes, were thrown typewriters, sirens and a pistol - just the kind of noises a wartime audience would normally pay not to hear. With its rigid cubist costumes by Picasso - which restricted Massine’s choreography - and a promotional push from Cocteau, it was provocative enough to secure Satie’s position at the vanguard of modernism.

Yet Satie was continually frustrated in his attempts to be accepted as an artist in high society France - his failure to establish himself at the prestigious Académie des Beaux-Arts, to which Debussy had won a scholarship, only compounded his resentment. Was this treatment by the cultural elite fair? Certainly his determination to antagonise his audience in his late ballets did little to endear him to the critics, but the fierce criticism he received in Paris was also a sign of things to come. Pierre Boulez would later poke fun at Satie’s lack of craft, while composer Jean Barraqué - another proponent of 12-tone music - would deride Satie as “an accomplished musical illiterate … who found that his friendship with Debussy was an unhoped-for opportunity to loiter in the corridors of history”.

Satie is perhaps, to this day, the most audacious and original composer when it comes to naming his works e.g. Gnossiennes and Gymnopédies. With Satie you will not see symphonies, concertos or opus numbers. Satie possessed a wicked sense of humour and his mockery, both of himself and others, became an inspiration for many of his irony-tinged works. His Sonatine bureaucratique is a spoof of Muzio Clementi’s Sonatina Op. 36 and contained many witticisms in the score. For example, he writes Vivache (vache being French for cow) instead of the original Italian tempo marking Vivace.

Whether in the collage-like miniature piano parodies he wrote during the World War I, his creation of a theatre format that has endured over the years, or in his collaboration with Jean Cocteau, Pablo Picasso y Sergei Diaghilev, there is a liveliness of imagination and a hunger for innovation that made Erik Satie In the torch bearer of the vanguard in his work. Satie would influence so many so strongly that years later some of his closest friends became radical artists, for example. ManRay, the sculptor Constantin Brâncusi, and Marcel Duchamp, or a much younger group of Paris-based composers like Les Six.

Satie, a known drinker of absinthe, and apparently every other alcohol available, died of cirrhosis at the age of 59 in Arcueil, France in July 1925. But his compositions, especially those deceptively simple-sounding solo piano works, find life today through recitals, concerts, and great movie scores. Although he died in poverty with little success to his name, today Erik Satie is acknowledged as a founder of 20th-century modernism, who changed the face of music.

Personally I do find Satie's music enriching, But I also find that his calculated wackiness is culturally apt. Pieces like ‘3 Pieces in the Shape of a Pear’, ‘Flabby Preludes for a Dog’ and ‘Desiccated Embryos’ rewardingly deflate Wagnerism's excesses in a characteristically French way.

#satie #erik satie #quote #music #classical music #composer #pianist #debussy #modernism #paris #french #france #arts #culture #french culture #innovation #artist #life

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untaemedqueen · 15 days

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Tales are told to the young so they may tell their children. When those children are old enough to sire their own little ones, they pass those stories on, no matter how many facts get skewed during centuries of retelling.

Bards sing of tales that have one word of truth within the whole hymn. Epic tales of monster slaying, of princesses fucking lords and knights that saved them from stone towers, and never a word of truth is spoken.

The only tales that are true are ones written in blood and ink. Ones that are retold word for word in books bound with leather, on paper so old that oil from fingers will disintegrate that which the word sits on to mere dust.

And sometimes people will go to great lengths to make sure the true word is destroyed.

The fire of Brakenlothridge burned for many days, it took many lives and it left the library, the continent's largest library in all but ashes.

When the embers died and the ruins were rummaged through there was one burnt, mangled page that managed to survive. One page that held the history of the continent that would be sung about in bard songs and tales passed on through generations.

In the year of Alder, fifteen thousand years since the meshing of dimes, the continent was vast and held aloft by kings and by men. Promethia, Lythantry, Idozerain, Drathania, Lorcathwyn, Undrella, and Rathynim were still cast aside under the banner of faerie filth.

Fae were not men, they did not understand the hearts and the blood of those that fought under banners and sigil. Fae did not burn with love or with yearning. They could never understand what men had to do, what they had to sacrifice.

The stigma, you see, was that the fae did not deserve the continent of Aer. They did not have to find their way after the meshing of dimes. They were not dropped into this world. They already owned it. They already had conquered all there was to conquer.

They had unnaturally long lives and so they could never appreciate that which was handed to them. So the humans, who did not covet the kindness of the fae king Althymer, rose up against him.

The fae were a war-less people. They did not know fighting or war. They knew peace and believed in the land and in the power they were given by the gods since the world was born from the Mother's tears.

But no power, no magic could stop thousands of men with steel and swords and love for bloodshed.

King Tryon rose from the ashes of battle and appointed his closest warriors and lords to titles no one had yet held and promised their lineage to carry on the spoils of a bloody war where one side did not fight back.

King Tryon with eyes of black and hair of fair blonde sired King Regia with eyes of black and hair of light brown. King Regia lived for almost a hundred years, sired seventy two known bastards and only one truly noble son who claimed his throne, King Alder.

King Alder was known as Alder the Terrible. He fought as much as he fucked, he drank as much as he ate, he spent coin as far and wide as he could see.

He fucked whores from brothels while a rebellion grew under his very nose.

Through three generations of kings, King Althymer of the fae never died. Some say the fae live as long as the world does, some say they live for thousands of years until they find a love so pure and so untainted that they give their soul back to the Mother in thanks.

King Althymer from behind his own barrier made of mist and darkness, one he created to keep the humans out, sired seven sons.

Some say he created them with dark magic from the goddess Detyr. Some say human women birthed them, hence the reason their ears did not have the delicately fine points. Some say they were born from the earth and once they fulfill their purpose they will crumble like dust and sand. Some say the seven riders were born of Alder, all bastards, and the king of the fae gave them a gift.

Those seven sons of Aer rode across the continent with fae, witches, magic filled vikings. They struck hard and true, never forgetting how the humans and kings slaughtered their fae brethren.

The battle, better known as the Battle of the Light and Dark, raged for many days. Some say ten nights passed, some say twenty. But the outcome was the same.

The seven sons stood upon Lyrican Rock, amidst all the gore and blood, the bodily fluids and they claimed the continent. They claimed it for the fae king and they claimed it for themselves.

Once the battle was won, King Althymer wanted nothing to do with the world. He wanted no part of this reign or the next after seeing what was taken from him. So he kept the Veil up, keeping his lands hidden from the outside.

The seven sons took their place upon Lyrican Rock, crafting the greatest castle ever seen by men and fae alike. They split their duty and their land into seven equal parts with the castle sitting dead center of the continent.

The seven kings of Light and Dark reign true with the gift of long life from King Althymer. They reign righteous and steadfast and hold peace in the land of Aer.

At least that is what the found text of Brakenlothridge had said.

But sometimes even paper printed in leather tomes lie.

Now beginning on Patreon

#a kingdom of lies #akol #preview

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10piecechickenmcnugget · 4 months

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wow woah wow empires s2 superhero au oneshot except no one in it is actually a superhero and it’s in 2 parts

cw for concussions (just one)

part 2

Oli was having a bad day.

Well, it started out alright. He ate breakfast, went for a walk, talked to his roommates. Decided to do a little crime.

All was well until he ran into Pirate Joe downtown on his way to raid a department store.

Oli wasn’t a villain by any stretch of the definition. In all honesty he was just your average petty thief in a fancy outfit. He had powers, sure, like any good criminal does, but they didn’t really help in this situation. Powers that rely on your voice don’t work on people who won’t listen to anything if it punched them in the face.

Pirate Joe was one of these people. So Olis epic powers of vocal manipulation were kind of useless right now.

So here he was, standing in the middle of a rather desolate downtown street attempting to persuade Joey- who he was rather tired of- not to beat the shit out of him using his regular, non-superpower words.

He really didn’t know how Joey always managed to get one over on him to be honest. Pirate Joe was more of a villain than he was, sure, but it’s not like he was exactly threatening. Then again, Oli didn’t stand a very good chance against a crazy guy with a sword who didn’t listen to anyone or anything. Guess the pen isn’t mightier than the sword after all.

Snickering at his own quip, Oli nearly forgot to dodge the aforementioned crazy guy with a sword, and very nearly took a blade to the chest. Which would have been less than desirable.

Luckily, he did dodge it, and only ended up with a very close call and a very pissed off pirate. Which he was pretty sure he could handle, right?

“You can’t evade me forever, Orion!”

“Watch me.” Oli grinned, jumping and weaving as Joeys swings got more and more frantic. And angry.

Oli was hoping to wrap this up soon. He was getting a bit bored, and wanted to slip away before any authorities showed up. He couldn’t handle the Sheriff and Pirate Joe at the same time.

Just as he was thinking this, Joey swung his sword again, with a lot more force. Oli scrambled to the side, and this was the moment he fucked up.

Joeys sword clattered to the sidewalk as Oli was attempting to regain his footing, and before he knew what was happening the pirate had fully body slammed him into the side of a building.

Olis vision went white as his head hit the brick wall, and he had a feeling he was fucked. Joey was using his full weight to pin him to the wall, and he was most definitely stronger than Oli was. Which was bad. He just wanted to go home, and now there was a good chance Pirate Joe was going to kill him.

The panic this thought brought gave Olis very concussed brain just enough clarity to kick Joey in the shins.

The pirate yelped, releasing his hold on Olis shirt to cuss the blonde out loudly. Oli saw his opportunity, and proceeded to get the fuck out of there.

He didn’t know where he was going- not that he could really see- all he knew was that he needed to be anywhere else. Somewhere he could call Lizzie or Joel to come save his ass again.

He eventually stumbled himself into a little back alley that was sufficiently far enough away from Pirate Joe, and now that he didn’t feel the need to be in fight-or-flight mode he proceeded to immediately pass out on the concrete.

#kinda short and kinda bad. oh whale #10piecetalks #mcyt #empires smp #empires s2 #theorionsound #oli theorionsound #joey graceffa #<- probably extremely ooc sorry i haven’t seen his pov he’s just There #tw concussion #tw injury #<- just the concussion #tw oli getting his ass kicked #10piecewrites #sure.#part 2 is longer i think #empires superhero au

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sarnai4 · 7 months

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If Worlds Combined

For as long as I can remember, I have been a huge fan of Greek mythology. This comes in spurts sometimes and discovering Epic the Musical a few days ago absolutely reignited that. So, here comes my idea which is probably as weird as I think it is, but I can't get it out of my head now. Dragons characters in the world of Greek mythology. Please, ignore most of the relationships had for the Greek mythical characters unless otherwise specified since that would make this weird. (Spoilers for the series and movies later on, so beware)

Starting off with Dagur (because he's so fun to me), I would have him as Ares the god of war. Both are all about bloodlust and brutality, but they can be extremely protective too. Dagur has already started one and would have so much fun with the sheer excitement and chaos of constant wars. It doesn't even have to be him necessarily being good or bad since the wars can either be raged to stop tyrants or for the simple sake of him being bored. Plus, it ties to some later characters if we use some of the Greek lore.

Hiccup - Daedalus because Hiccup is always going to find a way to fly and if he needs wax wings to do it, by Thor, he'll do it. With Daedalus being such a skilled inventor, I see a lot of Hiccup in him.

Stoick - Zeus, since I really can't see Stoick ever not being in charge. He wouldn't do the assaulting that Zeus does, but he still could be hot-headed and the overall boss. Basically, I am thinking of the TV version of Stoick where he's stern, but he still is a lot nicer deep down.

Gobber - Hephaestus, since both are blacksmiths. I had to keep Gobber in this role and with him being one of the gods, he could still be buddies with Stoick.

Astrid - Athena, since both are warriors. She's basically the calmer side of Ares which is not too unlike Astrid and Dagur when it comes to their tempers/brutality. Athena also has that wise side that Astrid uses a lot with Hiccup when he needs advice.

Snotlout - Heracles, since both prioritize proving themselves to their dads and Snotlout's already done some extreme trials to become king, so I could see him doing more to be considered a hero. He also has some terrible luck like Heracles and is a genuinely good athlete.

Fishlegs - Apollo, since Apollo is actually really big on knowledge, art, and music. This would fit with Fishlegs wanting to have his spa area and just stay buried in books. Despite this, Apollo has a bit of a temper too like we've seen when Fishlegs stood up to Snotlout when he kept the dragon eggs from their mom back in the earlier seasons.

Ruffnut - Ate, I had no idea who this was at first, but she is a goddess of mischief. She even messed Zeus up with her antics. She's not actually bad or anything, but she just can't seem to stop doing and getting people to do rash things. Basically, both are just major pranksters.

Tuffnut - Dionysus, since both would be party animals. Like Ate, Dionysus is all about no impulse control. This way, Ruff and Tuff can still cause destruction everywhere they go.

Mala - Hippolyta, since they're both warrior queens who would do anything for their people. This is also why I need the relationships in the myths to just be thrown out the nearest window because there is no way she's going to be Dagur's daughter.

Throk - Achilles, since both are courageous warriors. I could also see Throk's Achilles's heel being Ruffnut so to speak, so they both would have some weakness that they cannot fully overcome.

Heather - Demeter, since they both can have a nurturing and bitter side. Demeter is known for being kind and almost motherly, but then she took away summer when her daughter was taken. Thinking about Heather's rage when her parents were killed, she would do that and worse.

Valka - Hera, since this would still let her be married to Stoick, but it also shows some of the problems they had. Considering how she never just flew close enough to Berk and said she escaped, rejoining her family, it can be comparable to how Hera gets furious with Zeus and probably doesn't really want to be married to him.

Atali - Artemis, since they both protect women in some way. Artemis does it literally whereas Atali does it with Razorwhips, but it could work still and both are warriors.

Minden - Atalanta, since they are warriors as well and Atalanta also is in gratitude to Artemis for saving her life when she was about to be killed as a baby. So, they could still be allies.

Spitelout - Patrocolus, another character I didn't know, but he was Achilles's first cousin who was sent to grow up with him after killing a kid when he was one himself. He doesn't know how to follow orders well. I could see Spitelout also just comparing himself and everyone else (Snotlout) to Achilles since he's such a great warrior.

Gothi - Panacea, since she's the goddess of healing. That's pretty much it, but I think it still could work.

Gustav - Icarus, because Gustav would hear "don't fly too close to the sun" and go straight for it.

Oswald - Jason of the Argonauts, since both have this love of sailing and exploring. Oswald would absolutely go look for a golden fleece and just spend the rest of his life on the sea since we STILL don't know why he actually left Berserker Island. I'll just say he heard about a fleece and went a-hunting.

Alvin - Poseidon, since this could let him still have a connection with Zeus/Stoick and both betray the latter. Like how Alvin is exiled, Poseidon got in trouble as well with the king of gods. They both have violent tempers and I could see Alvin sinking a city because he got a peeved. Also, Poseidon imprisoned Ares (who was just defending his daughter from Poseidon's horrible son by the way), so this works too if we keep some of the other lore.

Mildew - Geras, since this guy is somehow the god of old age. I'm not sure if this is more disrespectful to Mildew or fitting, but I still like it.

Johann - Hermes, since both are messengers in a way and Hermes is a protector of orators too. There's a bit of an untrustworthy side to Hermes in my opinion with him doing what suits him best and playing nice most of the time to fool people. Hermes also helped free Ares from Poseidon's prison, much like Johann did for Dagur by having his ship there.

Savage - Demaratus, since I actually think Savage is a bigger traitor than Johann. This guy has never stayed loyal to any side. At least Johann was semi working with Krogan. Savage turned on Alvin, the Hunters, and Dagur. Who better for him than another traitor? Demaratus was a co-regent of Sparta and still helped a Persian king take it over, wanting to become his advisor.

Ansson - Ascalabus, since this guy was so bold that he literally tried to bully a god. The fool mocked Athena for being thirsty and drinking a lot of water, then got turned into a lizard. Ansson wouldn't care either if she was a god or not.

Grimmel - Sisyphus, since this guy was a king who just liked killing people to show off his power. He thought that he could cheat death (entitled like Grimmel thinking he can just cause an extinction and that's okay). At the end of the day, the guy was cursed to spend the rest of his life pushing a boulder up a hill. Too good a fate for Grimmel, though.

Drago - Pelias, since he was a king who got the position after killing the rightful leader. It's like how Drago just decided to kill as many Vikings at the council meeting as humanly possible. Pelias even banished his own twin and half-brother afterwards. They're both power-hungry and care about nothing besides more bloodshed.

Krogan - Eurymedon, who is the king of the gigantes/giants. They're both leaders of fearsome groups and not to be trifled with.

Ryker - Charon, since he is a money collector and thought of as big and scary.

Viggo - Hades, since he is in charge of his domain (and Viggo would be that person to trick somebody into eating a pomegranate aril if it benefited him). Plus, this keeps him with Ryker as his flunky since Charon is the one who works for Hades. Despite Disney's portrayal (which I do love), Hades is normally less outwardly aggressive than the others. He's almost a suave god and this would be like Viggo even in all his villainy.

One day probably pretty far in the future since there are so many projects I'm working on, I'd like to write a story like this. I have no idea what I'll be doing, but I'm wiling to try it out and see if it can actually be something that isn't horrible and incomprehensible. Hope this was fun to read if you made it this far!

#HTTYD #RTTE #RoB #DoB #Dagur #Hiccup #Snotlout #Astrid #Tuffnut #Ruffnut #Fishlegs #Mala #Stoick #Gobber #Viggo #Ryker #Drago #Krogan #Alvin #Greek Mythology #Alternate Universe

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lumiereandcogsworth · 28 days

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and AND okay I saw your screenshots of Maurice and Belle hugging in his castle and it got me wondering, if HE had stayed there, do you think the curse could've been broken? like obviously it might've taken more time for either of them to start liking the other but do you think a fatherly bond could break the curse or do you think adam would just reject him because "gross, fathers 🤮" and keep him locked up/ignore him?

GOSH THIS IS SOOOO INTERESTING!!!!!!!!!! buckle up because i basically wrote the plot of how this goes down and it’s epic >:)

i do love their bond so much. like post-curse? they’re so precious to me. adam is so nervous around him (for so much longer than he needs to be sjdksj) and was so deeply apologetic and respectful and like. gosh i mean how do you justify “i know i imprisoned both you and your daughter and definitely made you think i’d kill you both but can i please date and possibly marry her now? 👉👈” it’s CRAZY. but of course they get well acquainted, much with belle’s help, to the point of being THE sweetest father- and son-in-law you’ve literally ever seen.

BUT WHAT IF THEY JUST ENDED UP KIND OF STUCK WITH EACH OTHER??? sooo interesting. i definitely agree that yeah, adam would absolutely ignore him for a good long while. not even the servants would consider maurice to be an option for breaking the curse (i mean, they know adam is into men too, but they just Don’t Think maurice is his type🤔) but they do still break him out and bring him to a bedroom i think. because they’re KIND and he’s a sickly old man and i think they were legit worried he would die (and if he stayed in that dungeon? he definitely would have.)

i also don’t think anyone would try to force them to have dinner together at first. they’d make sure maurice ate but probably kept him in his room just kinda like “i guess we’ll just take care of him now !!!!!”

adam & maurice probably first interacted when maurice was feeling better. they warned him not to go near the master since he wasn’t Super Happy they moved him from the dungeon to the bedroom, but that he could go walk around if he so chose. so maurice would go on short wanderings around the castle. maybe he’d find the library (and think “GOSH i wish belle could see this”) and adam would happen to walk by and SCREAM at him asking WHY is he here??? GET OUT!!!! and maurice would go very quickly back to his bedroom😳

i think it would take a lot of convincing/wearing down from lumiere and the gang being like “no he’s actually a really nice man! and HEY… maybe if you befriend him… and his daughter returns… maybe something could happen !! ;)” and adam’s like “that’s literally ridiculous. first of all this man is old and dirty and A THIEF? a CRIMINAL? second of all his daughter seems just as foolish and will probably never come back for him. why would she bother?” and they’re like “we’ve been talking to him though and i think he and his daughter… Love Each Other … ?” and adam’s like. that’s sickening. goodbye.

anyway long story short it would definitely take a WHILE. the servants keep telling adam little things about maurice, or he just overhears them talking about him, or to him, and then… perhaps one day, adam finds maurice in the portraits hall. and adam usually never goes in there but he sees him through the open doorway and he’s like 🤨 and begrudgingly goes in. and maurice is like 😳 at first but notices adam doesn’t seem As Angry. and also isn’t Stomping after him. just sort of coming over. and adam keeps his distance and says “what are you doing here” and maurice is like “my apologies… i was just admiring all these portraits! i’m an artist, you see” and adam’s like >:/ (doesn’t know how to hold a conversation) and it’s very awkward and weird. maurice tries to ask a couple questions about the artists of the portraits but adam doesn’t really have much insight. but maurice doesn’t mind this, he starts rambling about his own artistic background, the portraits he’s done, all this stuff. and adam’s just like. okay👍 and essentially leaves.

but that’s the first shift into realizing that maybe maurice isn’t scum of the earth? maybe he’s a kind man? and something shifts in adam because he’s obviously always unconsciously longed for a good father figure, so i think he starts very slowly being drawn to conversations with maurice. even if he has nothing to contribute, just likes listening to this kind man share his stories, somehow sprinkling life advice into it (as dads always do) and that kind of thing. slowly but surely, adam very slightly starts opening up, until eventually they’re having actual conversations. they go on walks, they talk about art, and paris, and horses, and books. maurice talks about his daughter all the time too.

all the while, adam (and the servants!) have this hope that if adam & maurice can just get close enough, and if belle is able to return somehow, (i cannot even fathom the plot reason for why she can’t come back quickly but i’m gonna chock it up to the Castle Time Zone situation. it feels a lot longer here than it is lol), anyway, if belle is able to return somehow, maybe maurice will endorse their courtship, since he seems to have taken a liking to the peculiar beast. it all feels impossible of course, but that’s the hope.

time (castle time) continues to pass, adam and maurice become so deeply acquainted with each other. adam is almost entirely unafraid to share deeper thoughts with maurice, he really learns to trust him, to care about him. somewhere inside… he maybe begins to love him.

and maurice?? oh he’s definitely learned to love this lad. like 100% he adores adam. he grows to have such a fondness for him, i think it even crosses his mind that “in another life” he’d be a suitable partner for his daughter. but he knows they’ll have to get acquainted and be friends, at the very least. but yeah, there’s definitely love in his heart for adam. they were always meant to have this father-son bond!!!😭

i think it would be so sweet if it just happened so randomly. if adam and maurice were sitting and chatting in the library one night. their topic of conversation had taken a slightly more serious route, and adam shares some kind of insecurity about never really having been loved… not since his mother died. and maurice just smiles sadly and puts a hand on his big shoulder and says “oh, dear lad! but i love you!” and adam’s just like :”0 and it’s in that moment that he realizes, For Sure, that he loves maurice too. his heart is fully unlocked, and love is found there. and in that moment, THE BOY STARTS GLOWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

crazy wild and shocking. maurice stands and jumps back, scared that something BAD is happening!! but then adam transforms into his true self, and maurice is like WHOAGH!!! :D!!!!! and adam is smiling and maurice says “was that all i had to say?? you could’ve changed weeks ago!!” and adam just kind of laughs in disbelief and maurice goes up to him and hugs him tight and adam just melts into it. and of course before long, all the servants come running in as humans, SUPER confused and partially thinking adam and maurice were romantically in love after all 😭😭 but mrs. potts is like “no you FOOLS. they just love each other. like a father and son should.” and adam is so 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and maurice just nods in agreement, arm still around his dear boy 🥹

and of course that same day they go GET BELLE and maurice is like OH MY DEAR DO I HAVE THE GUY FOR YOU!!!!!!!🫵🫵🫵

the end :)

#that was literally so fun to write. i love them SO MUCH #they’re father-son soulmates!!!!! 🥺#louis who?? MAURICE is adam’s father🫵😤#thank you that was so cool to write out!!! 💖💖💖💖#adam #papa maurice #batb headcanons #<- kind of? lmao #batb 2017 #alex tag #answered

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softquietsteadylove · 3 months

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Can I have your headcanon of Thenamesh in the movie pleaseee? 💌🫶 love yaaa😘

Original Thenamesh headcanons! I've got plenty, let's talk.

So...Arthur proposed. He had been in love with Thena for plenty long enough of course, and everyone just kind of thought...oh, that's...cute. Gilgamesh just laughed and laughed. He thought it was adorable, like when little kids say they'll get married when they grow up or something. Arthur did not like being laughed at in this situation.

Sprite did make up the Epic of Gilgamesh, but she added the bit about him being a tyrannical king and huge asshole after he ate some dessert she had been saving. Gil felt really bad that this would go down in history but he agreed to let it go. Thena did not; she threw Sprite into the ocean the next day. They can't drown, keep in mind, but Sprite doesn't like swimming.

None of them are great swimmers. The movie shows that they can, but really they should all sink like stones. Sprite, Druig and Phastos are the worst, but Thena isn't much better, just kind of claws and flails around.

Thena did manage to help Gil with the Deviant that found them all the way out in Australia. It was the first time she had fought in literal centuries but Gil got in somewhat of a tight spot and they pulled it off. So, when Sersi says "even Ikaris couldn't kill it" it really is funny. The old married couple handled it just fine.

Everyone thinks Thena was the one who sewed Gil's frilly cute apron, but Thena doesn't know how to sew. Gil sewed the initial 'kiss the chef' and the face. Thena told him he should add a personal touch to it, and then he added the flowers.

Thena is still a restless sleeper by nature, but if she's dealing with the aftermath of an episode, she's like a cat drugged up for a flight. She'll close her eyes and fall right asleep. Gil just picks her up and moves her when need be. She'll wake up eventually.

Thena loves tending to all the lizards she finds. She's like a princess in a fairy tale, except instead of cute little furry creatures they all have scales and cold blood. She doesn't get along with snakes, though.

Gil is always trying to discourage her but there's at least one or two scaly dudes hanging around the house. In fairness, she has let him take in a pet a few times throughout their hundreds of years together. It's not all the time, though. They die so quickly, and he gets sad about it, so she only says yes once every fifty years or so.

Ignoring certain events in the movie, Jack and Thena and Gil get along great together. Jack and Thena really do vibe. He thinks her powers are cool, and she doesn't dress up her words or keep things from him just because he's a kid. Likewise, Thena can tell pretty easily what Jack is thinking or feeling. The first time he calls her Aunt Thena is the first time she experiences cute aggression and wants to pinch his cheeks. She pinches Gil's instead.

They spend some time travelling after everything rather than rebuild the house right away. They do hit Fiji, and plenty of other places. Thena doesn't do well with cars or boats or anything but Gil gives her a little something for her nerves and lets her sleep. Dane freaks out when he sees her taking an entire bottle of benedryl but Sersi tells him it's fine, it's just for the train ride.

Thena and Dane get along surprisingly well. Dane grows more confident the more he can get used to her, and Sersi and Gil are just happy their partners are getting along. Thena thinks Dane is funny, and Dane actually kind of likes how direct and dry Thena can be.

The more they're out in the real world, the more Gil learns that men these days have the audacity. Thena is getting not just flirted with but harassed constantly, and he is not here for it. He's always been Gilgamesh "my wife" the Strongest Eternal, but it's time for him to truly enter his my wife era.

It takes a lot for him to get drunk, but also alcohol isn't the same as it was hundreds of years ago. Gil learns what shots are and starts challenging people to arm wrestling. Sersi tells him he can't because he'll kill them, or at best rip their arms off.

They travel the planet for quite some time, spending some with their family, maybe even a few years depending on the place. Then they're off again. Eventually they wonder if more of the galaxy is worth seeing too.

#These are just a few #I have so many thoughts #so many feelings about original #Thenamesh #listen if I had my way Gil would never have died #he and Thena would be unstoppable and would have bodied Ikaris in a second #and would the movie have happened? no. but sacrifices must be made #anyway there are hints of some of these things in fics I've written #but these are some actual thoughts I've had I haven't managed to put places in particular #I do like the idea that Thena was responsible for the apron #but I don't see her as a seamstress #how does she spend her days?#well...doing her best #I think she helps Gil where she can #she has phases that are good and phases when she can barely lift her head up most days #Gil doesn't mind #he teaches her about the gardens and she goes out hunting or foraging when they can #just a married couple out in the desert

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issybettyx · 1 year

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EMERALD DUO GAMER AU

Strange title dont ask

Tdlr; Techno works at GAME, Philza is a well known gamer and also a common visitor of GAME. When techno gets this job, he doesn’t expect to become one of the internet’s most beloved gamer’s friends. (I’m watching the wilbur tommy and jack improv vid)

Or: Emerald duo being epic besties

The phone had to ring five times before Techno picked it up.

The first time it rang, Wilbur shouted up to him.

The second time it rang, he paused the video on his pc.

The third time it rang he shut his bedroom door behind him.

The fourth time it rang he got downstairs.

The fifth was just a few moments before he picked it up, Wilbur looking far too exhausted for having been sat on the sofa since he got home five hours before.

“Hullo.” He said into the phone, voice exposing how tired he was as he frowned.

“Is this Techno Blade?” They asked kindly, a smile clearly sitting on their lips as they spoke. It was a little strange.

“Uh, yes? Who’s this?” He asked slowly, meeting Wilbur’s eyes as the man looked carefully at him.

“I was just calling to say you got the job at GAME, you start at 9am on Monday, is that alright?” They told him, and his shock must’ve been clear on his face, Wilbur poking him over and over to get an answer, but he could hardly form any words from his shock.

He’d gone to exactly 37 interviews before this one, and he’d been rejected every time. Lucky number 38.

Wilbur had kept saying how everything happened for a reason, but by the 20th failed interview it seemed even he was wondering if the universe just kind of hated Techno. But now he finally had a job, possibly an extremely boring one, but it was a second source of much steadier income than Wilbur’s gigs and street performing.

“Wait, seriously?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“You’re not joking? I got the job?” Techno asked them, and Wilbur’s smile was so wide he worried it would blind him. But the person simply chuckled to themselves, and for a moment he worried that it was in fact a sick joke.

“Yes, Techno, we’ll see you Monday yeah?” They asked, and he nodded before realising they couldn’t see him.

“Yes, thank you, see you.”

He hung up before they could say anything else, looking at Wilbur as he put his phone into his back pocket, a genuine smile on his face for the first time in months.

“You got the job?” Wilbur asked, and Techno nodded, not able to find words to express his excitement and relief. Wilbur stood up and ruffled his hair, a massive grin that felt way too contagious. “So proud of you man, let’s celebrate yeah?”

Most days, they just ate whatever they had in the fridge. Which, admittedly, wasn’t much. The only times they ever bought fast food for their birthday, which thankfully happened to be on the same day (Wilbur called them twins, Techno just said it was lucky and they could save money).

But, despite it all, he still nodded, letting his pride be felt if only for a moment.

—

The doors opened as he walked towards them, and Techno was welcomed by a soft breeze of air, and the moment he walked in a woman behind the counter popped her head up, a smile on her face immediately. “Hello!” She greeted, jumping over the counter and rushing towards him, holding out a hand, “You must be Techno, I’m Niki!”

Niki had similarly pink hair to his own, which is likely how she identified him. Her clothes perfectly suited her, a beige jumper with a white skirt, a pair of beige converse padding excitedly on the floor.

“Nice to meet you.” He replied with the biggest smile he could muster - it wasn’t great, and it looked a little forced - as he shook her hand, putting his hands in his pockets the moment she let his hand go. “So what’s the drill?”

“Well,” she started, walking past the shelves with a smile, “We mainly stand behind the desk, answer questions of customers, stock the shelves, and drink coffee.” She explained, making her way back around the counter. “Any questions let me know, alright?”

And that was that, his first shift had began.

And Techno would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited.

—

It was exactly a week after Techno’s first shift when something interesting happened. He was simply sipping his coffee that Niki had prepared for him before she left, having restocked the shelves already and no customers having entered in a good few minutes. Business wasn’t the fastest in the GAME, so as Niki had explained a lot of his time was spent drinking coffee.

The bell on the top of the door rang as they pulled open, and he had to bring his legs down from the counter because apparently it ‘wasn’t professional’ or something.

But the person who he saw walking down the aisle almost made him spit out his coffee.

It was the Philza. The Philza who was one of the most followed creators on the internet. The Philza who had better humour than Techno could even explain. The Philza who he’d been watching a few moments before he found out he got the job he was currently at.

The Philza, his blonde hair tied back in a ribbon, a green hoodie over a pair of jeans and black trainers. When he looked at Techno, there was a flash of realisation on his face, and he smiled, giving him a short wave.

“Hey mate.” He greeted, before going back to looking at the shelves.

After taking four deep breaths to compose himself and even his expression, Techno managed to get out from behind the counter, moving to stand beside the man as he ignored how his heart beat faster in his chest every moment.

“Do you need help looking for anything?” He asked slowly, getting a hum in return as Phil pulled out a game, looking over the cover.

“What do you think of this game? Ever played it?” Phil asked him, his voice even kinder in person and sending Techno stumbling for words. How his response was so calm, Techno had absolutely no clue.

“Minecraft? It’s pretty cool, I only played it once at my friends house.” He explained, rocking on his feet as he tried to hide his smile. “It’s a sandbox game, you can play survival, creative, hardcore-“

“What’s hardcore?” He asked, reading over the back of the case before looking up at the lack of a response, eyes going wide. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He apologised, and Techno took an extra four second to compose himself again.

“It’s alright man, hardcore is a version of the game where you can only die once, contrary to survival where you can respawn after death.”

Philza hummed again, moving towards the counter; Techno could only follow, opening and closing the gate to get behind it.

“So the stakes are higher? It’s more risky?” He asked, leaning his elbow on the surface and his chin in his palm, smiling at Techno who nodded.

“I’ve watched loads of videos on techniques to survive longer and different farms and armour types, it’s pretty cool.” Techno continued, scanning the game. “Anything else?”

Phil hummed for a moment, looking over the walls before glancing behind the desk and then at Techno’s mug of coffee.

“A coffee would be nice.” He asked with a grin, and Techno scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“We don’t sell coffee.” He tried, but Phil’s laugh made him half tempted to sell him one anyways.

“No, you seem cool mate, I’d like to go out for coffee some time, it’s never a bad thing to have friends.” Phil clarified, and boy oh boy did Techno see black spots across his vision.

For years he’d gotten home and watched this man’s videos. He revised to exams as he listened to his rambled, he cooked dinner as he listened to his story times. At times, he had his school friends quiz him on Philza general knowledge, and he got all 50 questions correct.

And now he stood, a week into his new job being casually offered coffee.

Wilbur was never going to believe him.

“Oh-“ he returned, staring as he tried to find words, but Philza took it very differently.

“You don’t have to! Don’t feel pressured, it’s an offer and nothing more, I know how scary it can be and you seem lovely, so I just-“

“When do you wanna go?” He asked, cutting the man off which a mustered smile that wasn’t at all fake, Philza pausing to look at Techno in shock.

“Tomorrow for lunch?” He offered, and Techno smiled, holding out a bag with Phil’s new game and his other for the man to shake. He took both.

“I’m Techno.” He introduced, and Phil smiled back.

“Philza, you can call me Phil.”

Techno was living the best life, smiling as he vowed to never wash his hand again (that was until Wilbur forced him to because germs and stuff).

Maybe everything did happen for a reason.

—

As Techno walked from his work to the local coffee shop, all he could think about was his conversation with Wilbur the night before.

In brief summary, it went something like this:

“I met Philza.”

“Excuse me what?”

“And i’m going out for coffee with him tomorrow.”

“You fucking what?!”

Except it was several hours longer with several more questions and a lot more smiles and laughs and disbelief.

And yet, despite his several times having a feeling he was dreaming, and the several times Wilbur shook his shoulders in a terrible attempt to help him comprehend the insanity of his situation, Techno still found himself counting his fingers as he walked, brows furrowed as he managed to count to ten every time.

Nothing made sense.

Just two weeks ago they had to have soup every day for dinner because they didn’t have enough money, and now Techno had a job and had the opportunity to sit with his hero for an hour?

Yeah, no, if he wasn’t asleep he must be dead. Maybe that would explain why he could count all of his fingers.

But when he looked up at the coffee store, nerves started to bubble in his chest as he reminded himself it was in fact real, and Philza was in fact sat inside.

The door opened with the soft ringing of a bell, similar to the one at his work but much kinder sounding. The first thing he noticed was the strangely loud chatter. The second thing he noticed was the crowd of people around a very specific table, and Techno so wanted to leave knowing exactly who was amidst all the excited people. For some reason, he only moved towards it, hearing Phil’s kind voice even over all of the talking.

“I’m out with a friend right now, you guys will scare him away.” He tried, and Techno could hear his fond smile.

“Will he be in your videos?” Someone asked, no malice in their tone or assumption in their words, just pure interest. But the question made Techno physically uncomfortable; drinking coffee with his hero was nerve-racking enough, but filming a video to be seen by millions was not exactly on his to-do list. Sure he loved playing games and sure he was pretty good at it, but only Wilbur had ever said he was entertaining (then again he only ever spoke to Wilbur, so that defence wasn’t exactly the best).

“Only if he wants to- now scatter.” Philza brushed them off, smiling as he watched them leave before he met Techno’s gaze, the latter looking between the retreating crowd and Phil, brows furrowed in thought. “Hey mate! Sorry about that, fans get a little… uh… what’s the word?” He drifted off, tapping the table as Techno took his seat opposite the man.

“Overbearing?”

“No that’s too negative, they’re awesome.” Phil responded without a second thought, looking out of the window with a soft smile. “They’re just a bit much sometimes.”

It was a little strange, being such a huge fan of Philza and having to sit there and listen to him talk about him in such a positive way despite it being such an offhanded comment. Part of him said he had to say he knew who Philza was and how long he’d been watching his content for, but the other part of him said Philza already knew.

A waiter walking over to their table saved Techno from his internal battle, except of all the waiters they seemed to give them the… strangest one.

He looked young, and also completely indifferent, pressing his pen rhythmically on his pad of paper. The kid glanced at Philza, eyes going wide before he suddenly looked like he enjoyed his job, bowing to the man. “Fantastic to meet you Philza, what can I get your graciousness to drink?” He asked, his smile unfaltering as Phil chuckled to himself, shaking his head fondly.

“Hey Tommy, I’ll just get a regular cappuccino,” Phil asked as he looked at the kid, a fondness in his eyes that was new to Techno; so far, everything Phil had said and done had felt so familiar, a feeling that came with years of knowing someone. But that look swirling in his blue eyes as he looked at this waiter that he apparently knew was so… strange. And yet it didn’t shock Techno at all.

“And for your awesome looking friend?” Tommy asked with a smile, motioning his pen towards Techno, the latter fidgeting under the eye contact.

“Surprise me.” Techno told him, smiling back as he crossed his arms over his chest. At this, Tommy looked absolutely delighted, smiling wider as he scribbled something down.

“Your hair is epic big man, never change.” Tommy told him, before skipping off into the kitchen, humming a foreign tune and leaving the two alone again.

“Tommy’s right you know? Your hair is awesome.” Phil commented, bringing Techno’s attention back to him as he rested his chin on the back of his hands, a content glint in his eyes. “When did you first dye it?”

Techno remembered the day perfectly.

He’d gotten home from college after a long day of studying and noticed a notification from Youtube, clicking on it and hearing Philza’s voice through his phone speakers. It was a play through of some game that Techno had forgotten the name of, but he knew it was very interesting to watch as Phil told the story of a kid he knew in school.

This kid spent day and night revising for exams, so much so that stress took over his life. Apparently, someone gave him advice, something along the lines of ‘make time for doing what you love, before you run out of time to do it’.

So, he went down to the shop after pausing his studying, grabbed a box of pink hair dye, and spent the evening dying his hair and making sure it was all even. Wilbur had helped him, making sure the back was fully covered and helping him rinse it afterwards. A lot of people had ridiculed him for it, but Techno found that he genuinely didn’t care, because he loved it and Philza had once said that other people’s opinions didn’t matter as long as you love it yourself.

“A few years ago.” He said instead, running a hand through it and reminding himself to touch up his roots some time that week. He hadn’t made enough time for himself recently, Philza would kill him if he knew him-

Oh wait.

Yeah he couldn’t say that anymore.

“Why pink?” He asked, his tone of genuine interest and not of disgust, and Techno found himself letting out a sigh, trying his best to hide his relief.

“It’s my favourite colour, thought it was cool.” Was what he responded, not bothering to go into depth on why it was his favourite, deciding that The Great Philza probably didn’t want to hear his ramble on colour theory and why pink was simply superior than yellow, and how Wilbur was always wrong no matter how much he insisted that yellow was nice because it reminded him of the sun.

“I like green.” Phil confessed, running a hand through his hair. “I like nature a lot, and I feel like it reflects that well you know?”

Techno knew Phil loved green. In fact, exactly 492 days ago he’d posted a video titled ‘green’, and it was 5:35 long of Philza explaining why he loved nature and why green was awesome. That was one of Techno’s favourite videos, it felt like Phil was speaking to him directly on one of his favourite topics.

“Nature is Earth’s oldest child,” Techno quoted, and Phil paused, looking up at him curiously and only making Techno sink a little further in his chair. “Don’t look at me like that, those are your own words.”

“You’ve been watching my content a while haven’t you?” Philza asked with a smile, leaning back in his chair with his head cocked to the side.

Techno probably should’ve responded with something. Maybe a ‘yes’ or an exact amount of days, even a nod or a smile would’ve been sufficient.

Instead, he only glared at the man, as if a silent challenge, and Phil only laughed more.

“I don’t like talking about work on my breaks,” Phil explained before anyone could say anything else, and that made Techno pause. “What cool things do you do in your free time?”

Tommy came over with their drinks whilst Techno was mid explaining the book he was reading in depth, ignoring the strange glance Tommy sent him as he watched Phil’s face turn from curiosity to engrossment, sipping on his drink as Techno continued on, taking tiny sips of his own drink (he didn’t know what it was, he didn’t exactly bother asking Tommy who at some point had slipped into a chair beside Phil, listening to the ramble himself).

“Wait- so, let me get this straight, he just… left? After everything?” Phil asked, frowning slightly as Techno nodded, taking a drink from his straw with a hum.

“He literally just up and left, and we don’t find out why until it’s too late.” Techno returned, and Phil looked out the window, brows furrowed in thought.

“Why did he leave?” Tommy asked, taking a sip of Phil’s coffee before grimacing. “Why do people drink this shit?”

That reminded Techno, making him reach into his pocket and pulling out a £10, handing it to Tommy who pushed it back towards him. “Dadza already paid for it, don’t worry.” He said with a smile, the man returning to the convention with a similar smile, nudging Tommy.

“What did I say about calling me that in public you little shit?” Phil asked with a grin, Tommy scoffing. Then, the man turned back to Techno, that same look shimmering in his eyes that he’d had when he looked at Tommy before, taking a moment to think something over before coughing. Techno braced himself for the worst.

Once, someone who wasn’t Philza had taught him how if you prepare for the worst, you’ll either not be surprised or be in an absolutely gargantuan state of shock. This was one of the latter moments.

“You and your brother, Wilbur was his name?” He asked, waiting for Techno to nod before continuing, “Yous can come to our house for dinner one time next week, how does that sound?” He asked, already scribbling something down on a napkin with a pen he’d pulled out of his jacket. Why the man just carried around a pen, he wasn’t entirely sure, but he made a mental note to do the same. If Philza did something, there was likely a reason for it.

“Heh?”

Phil laughed, Tommy stepping in for him. “We’re gonna order pizza for dinner, you guys should come it’s gonna be so fucking poggers.”

Whatever ‘poggers’ meant, it seemed like something positive judging by the kids grin.

And then something in his head clicked.

“Wait is Phil your dad?” He asked suddenly, Tommy nodding before the other could even get a word out, slumping into his chair.

“He doesn’t like people knowing, wants me to ‘live a normal life’ or some shit,” Tommy scoffed, rolling his eyes. Techno knew, however, that the kid was thankful for it; he wasn’t sure how he knew, but something told him that afternoon that Tommy loved being a normal kid.

Sure he loved his Dad, that was clearly no secret, but there was something about how casually he held himself that said he was proud to just be any other kid.

“Well, send me a message or a call when you decide, and we’ll go from there, that sound good?” Phil asked, finishing his coffee before standing, Tommy staying in his seat likely from laziness. In his utter shock and admiration, Techno couldn’t manage any words, a nod being all he could force. As Phil walked past, he ruffled the hair on top of Techno’s head, messing it up. If it was anyone else, Techno would’ve been angry beyond belief, he would’ve muttered about how much he hated them and how long he spent on it.

But this was Philza. Philza could blow up his house and murder his parents and he probably wouldn’t care less (that may be a slight exaggeration, but thinking realistically it wasn’t too far fetched).

“It was nice meeting you Phil!” He managed to shout before the bell of the cafe rang, and the man turned back, giving the two a warm smile before letting the door shut behind him.

“Well Technoblade-“

“How do you know my full name?”

“I think you’re pretty poggers.”

Wilbur would never believe him. Techno knew there was absolutely no chance at convincing him of what had happened.

Techno’s life had went from a 5 to a 1000 in the span of 24 hours, and honestly he wasn’t too bothered by it.

“You’re not too bad yourself Tommy.”

Tommy mirrored his smile, jumping up to get back to work.

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Me when me me when emduo, me when twinsduo pog :0

In this au, Phil isn’t a streamer, twitch is simply non-existent, Phil is basically the pewdiepie of this universe, everyone knows him and loves him, and techno’s like ‘i have literally no family and ur the perfect father figure so i just kinda made you my dad so this is absolutely terrifying what if i mess up oh god oh god oh god-‘

My phone is in spanish idk what any of this says what does ‘guardar’ mean? Post? I hope so, cus i’m about to click it. Hope you enjoyed :D

#dream smp #mcytblr #technoblade #philza #emerald duo #emerald duo au #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #sleepy bois inc #sbi #bedrock bros #bedrock bros au #dream smp au #philza minecraft

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tuliharja · 1 year

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BLEACH: Thousand-Year Blood War - The Separation episode 10 review

Toshiro going against Mayuri on that time loop was visually very cool, as they both shined. It was nice to see Toshiro in action, even though he was a zombie...but surprisingly, the fact he had now dark skin and red eyes, suited to him? I don't know, the contrast of his outfit and hair versus his new 'color' was very cool.

Oh boy, Mayuri surely dominated in this episode, eh? The pure agony that bled out of Toshiro as he slowly regained his sense of self was delicious. It was obvious he thought he could cut Mayuri at first, but the more he seemed to gain a sense of him...yeah, the terror just sank to him as while Mayuri looked like a big, glowing sunflower, he was anything but not poisonous one. The viewer (at least I) could just feel how Toshiro spiraled into agony...I suppose in the end it was a good thing because, despite the fact I understood as much about Mayuri's speech as Gigi, Mayuri will fix Toshiro. Maybe not right away, but later on. After all, just that small interaction was enough to bring back Toshiro when compared to Kensei and Rose...ah, they appeared quite zombie when coming to Byakuya's rescue?

Though I couldn't help but wonder what happened to Rangiku, because she appeared with those two, but after a while, it seemed like she just disappeared? Oh well.

Moving on to Byakuya~. Yes, as Hisagi pointed out, there truly is a difference between a captain and a lieutenant. It was very impressive to see Byakuya defeating those three Quincy without even breaking a sweat. Then again, he got a brush-up at Zero Divison. I'm not sure if he also went some training in there like Rukia and Renji, but he clearly came out stronger: both mentally and physically.

Though, PePe's words about Byakuya not feeling love...yeah, I don't think so. I think he just managed to keep his love tighter to himself and not fall for PePe's 'charm'. Ugh. I've always disliked cherub-like figures because...well, PePe was like a primary example at the end of why such caricatures aren't my cup of cacao. I'm just glad in the end he got defeated, though the fact Liltotto ate him kind of felt like something well-deserved. After all, it wasn't at all nice PePe pit everybody against each other and Meninas against Liltotto! Girls, before guys, hm?

Some of the visuals of this episode were absolutely stunning and effective. I especially liked those parts where Mayuri's whole being was turned dark and his eyes were only visible. Ah, the fear in Gigi's eyes when she realized she crossed the wrong opponent... Mayuri is indeed very strong in his own way, not to mention scary. After all, using everything at his disposal to bring victory to shinigamis side? Yeah, that's war, alright.

It was nice there was once again that ending quote, though I wasn't sure just who spoke it...

That little part of Yhwach, Jugram, and Uryuu all but promised in the next episode there will be some epic fighting between them and Zero Squad~. I can't wait~!

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I have one more IRL story (it's the PT again). This happened in grad school during a neuro class. My best friend of 20+ years (we lived on the same street growing up, I'll call him Sam) and I both got into the same PT program. So we were roommates and everything, and we were always studying together and sitting together during class.

On Fridays, we would eat lunch on campus before going to our neuro class. I noticed that day that Sam was quiet and just seemed really tired. His elbow was propped up on the table and he was holding his head in his hand while he ate the broccoli soup he'd ordered.

I asked him if he felt alright, and he told me he hadn't gotten much sleep that night, but assured me he was fine otherwise.

While we were walking to class we were talking back and forth like normal, and I remember we were both worried we were going to have a pop quiz, so we were quizzing each other on the reading we'd had for homework.

During a brief moment of silence, Sam said suddenly, "Ugh. My stomach kind of hurts."

"It does?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yeah." He shrugged. "I'll be fine."

Well, he wasn't fine. Our professor chose that day of all days to show us a video of a brain surgery that the patient remained awake for. It turned my stomach, and I wasn't even feeling sick beforehand.

It was Game Over for Sam. I looked over at him and he wasn't even watching. He was holding his head in his hands again, looking down, and he was sort of trembling. I could see sweat dripping down his neck.

"You good?" I whispered, nudging his foot with my toe. I knew he wasn't.

"No, think I'm gonna puke," he answered shakily.

I flagged our professor down and discreetly explained the situation. He excused us both from class and I helped Sam to the mens' restroom. I didn't go in there with him, but heard him getting ill from outside the door. :(

I took him back to our apartment and he continued throwing up off and on the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. Poor guy was miserable. His mom ended up coming and getting him for the weekend, so I was able to escape catching it.

Sam got teased a bit from our cohort the following week, just light joking about not being able to stomach a surgery. He took it in stride and let it roll off his shoulders. Only I knew that he'd been genuinely sick.

Another epic story!! Poor thing, that sounds SO miserable. I’m glad you were there to take him home and that he had people around to take care of him!

#emeto #irl emeto #irlsickstory #emeto tw #vomit tw

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Defiled

(Just me torturing my oc Silver some more to vent some feelings. Tw: this story has some clear SA allegories. Nothing explicit but yes it's intentional. Warning for homophobic and sexist slurs).

Boys will be boys.

Kids will be kids.

It doesn't matter if they're in their twenties. It doesn't matter if they are old enough to drive, to drink, own property or even have kids of their own. Some men will always be boys, the world little more than a playground for their amusement, rules there to be broken.

The five of them are on a stag weekend. Johnny boy is getting hitched to the barmaid in town, who he also happened to knock up a year ago. Tied down already but might as well make it official for tax benefits. His last few days of freedom, him and his pals are doing an epic crawl across Surrey, grabbing any taxi they can and crashing the nearest pub to drink themselves stupid, annoy the country bumpkin locals, and then move on.

No taxi rank at the last place, so they're taking the journey on foot, hiking across woods and fields in the dead of night. Simon and Chris are using their phones as torches to light the way, though everyone is stumbling and falling arse over head every seven steps.

"SWEET CAROLINE! WOAH WOAH WOAH!" They croon, ducking their heads to not bump into the branches of the trees. "GOOD TIMES NEVER SEEMED SO GOOD! SO GOOD! SO GOOD!"

"Oi, ain't we near that fancy golf hotel? I 'ear they got a members bar, bet they do shots!" Kyle pipes.

"It's half ten, ya numpty, they ain't gonna be open are they!" Chris slapped him on the back of the head.

"Posh arse place like that won't let the likes of you chavs in anyhow."

"Ey, who you calling a chav? I earn more than you, ya prick!"

"All about style, not money, bruv, and that's where some of us got class and some ain't!" Simon swaggered, while the others made mocking hoots as he tilted the stripper's police cap on his head.

They decided to cut across the golf course to reach the main road, very little in the way of fencing. A few decided to relieve themselves on some of the holes and bunkers, writing messages in the sand for the greenkeepers.

"Clean me." "Thanks mate!" "Hole in 1!"

Along with some dick images of course.

"Sure you don't wanna try breaking into that members bar? Ain't a good stag do unless the groom to be ends up in jail."

"Sod that. Let's just get on the coke already. Ey, look, some benches near them trees." Pointed Kyle.

"You wanna do lines off a bench, you scummer?"

"Think we're gonna come across another surface soon? You got us kicked out the last place by grabbing that waitress. She weren't even fit! Who ate all the pies, ey?"

Laughter from their group sent the squirrels running into the trees and the deer to their dens. But the boys had enough sense to keep the volume down enough not to be picked up by the hotel, all the way across the course.

Only a few lights were on in the building, mostly upstairs for the residents watching TV.

An hour later, the bench is covered with white powder as if it had been snowing in July. The boys are daring each other to climb trees and pose for stupid pictures, Simon trying to chase a poor deer to make Johnny try to snog it.

"Ey lads! Check this out!" Kyle called them over, rubbing his nostrils.

"What the fuck is that?"

They gathered around the weird ass shrine. Lots of flowers and little statues set up as if around an invisible coffin.

"This a grave? In the middle of the woods? Who does that?"

"Maybe it's for someone's dog."

"Nah, look here." Simon pointed to a sketch on the tree, above a plaque; "Some bird who croaked here. Silver Ravenstar. What kind of fucking name is that?!"

"Check out all the symbols. Must have been some hippy, tree hugging witch bitch."

They'd all attended good, Christian schools, not that it would be easy to see, or that any of them seemed to give a shit until tonight.

"Says in brackets 'Louise Smith'. Died about twenty years ago."

Kyle whipped out his phone; "Give us a sec." Quick Google search, though he misspelled a little in his coked state; "....Fuck. Only one newspaper from years back about a girl who was found here dead. No suspicious reason. Suspected....Ha! Suspected drug usage but most likely natural causes. Bitch was some crazy little junkie."

"Fuck that! My old man gets his leg blown off in Afghanistan - he kills himself two weeks later and gets fuck all 'cause we can't afford a decent funeral for him. But this devil worshipping cunt who no-one heard of gets this set up?!" Johnny spat against the picture.

The boys shared similar looks. Anything that made Johnny boy think of his dad was a touchy issue.

"She was probably the daughter of the hotel owner. Or some rich golfing twat who comes here." Despite not being anything close to poor, the lads were middle-working class enough to hate on both those above and below in wealth.

Simon laughed and lay atop the flowers, on his belly.

"You reckon she's buried here? She probably died a virgin! Reckon I can pop her cherry in the afterlife?!" He unzipped his flies, as if ready to begin humping the ground.

Johnny kicked his sides; "Nah, look at that sket. Bet she had already been with all sorts before she snuffed it. I met some freaky Pagans in college, d'you know they do all their spells naked? Sometimes even have orgies? It's manic!"

Chris grabbed at the little bisexual pride flag hung up; "Of course she was a fucking dyke as well!"

He laughed as he crumpled it up and threw it to the dirt.

"Let's make this little memorial more fitting, shall we lads?"

Simon tossed Johnny a can of spray paint. He shook it up, the contents light as they'd used most of it on the bus stops in the village.

Kyle picked up a rock and scratched the name from the engraving. Simon then sprayed over the tree with the more appropriate name.

No hammers or knives. But they found what they needed in the Earth around them, ironically.

False idols were to be broken, Johnny remembered from Sunday school, though Chris made a show of snogging and pretending to thrust into the statue of some goddess welding a bow, the crescent moon as her crown.

A few more lines snorted on the log chair set up close by. More words carved into the trees.

And then Johnny boy struck the match.

"BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE WITCH!"

"Fuck yeah, burn in hell, you little slut, you fucking nobody!" Johnny dropped it upon the mound of flowers.

The alcohol from the cans of beer they'd been swigging as they danced and trampled over the site made the flames spread rapidly. Within three seconds, every bit of colour, every petal and stem, had been devoured. The boys stepped back as the smoke rose into a thick pillar escaping through the tree tops.

"Shit! Put that out! Before someone sees, then we're really gonna be in it!" Simon hissed.

The boys stomped their boots on the ground until every flame was snuffed.

"Get them fucking embers, man!"

All any of them had in the way of non-alcoholic liquid was a half-full can of Monster Monarch, which Kyle tossed on the last few glowing specks.

"That all of them?"

"Think so. Quick, let's get the fuck out of here."

"Where to next? Wanna piss on Stonehenge?" Chris asked, to which all the lads laughed, their arms around each others shoulders as they stumbled into the night.

Many people had barbecues this time of year. Burning was such a common smell that Robin paid little attention to it. His nostrils flare as he enters the woods, noticing it's getting closer. But there's no sign of any flames that would be easy to spot on a night like this.

And yet, there is smoke....

"Sorry me late!" He called out, sure she had to be awake by now. The sun had set nearly an hour ago. "Got too into Stompy's horror movie 'bout creepy clown....Moonah girl?"

Had she already gone off to the hotel? Wait. He sniffed, smelling her close. No trail. He was in the right direction.

And then, a tiny sound. A snuffle. A cry.

"Moonah girl?!"

He rushed forward. Then he saw.

"Oh...No...."

The mound of blue flowers surrounded by Alison's added lilies and roses was now a large patch of grey ash and black, shriveled stems. Fragments of smashed white resin and porcelain and glass littered the site. Sketches and flags had been shredded and now became caught by the night breeze. Across the tree barks surrounding the bed, sprayed in red, were the words...

Whore. Slut. Dyke.

Burn The Witch. Burn in Hell. Burn. Burn. Burn.

And there, laying upon the ash, was the witch herself. Sobbing, curled into a fetal position around the smashed framed sketch of...

Robin's fists curled at his sides, knuckles turning white. His jaw clenched.

How. Dare. They.

Silver continued to weep, her body racked with aching sobs, one hand next to Alison's drawing of Mary.

"....Who?" Was all Robin asked.

Static fizzled between his fingertips.

"Who?! Who did it?!"

She didn't answer. She didn't care. Not really. They were most likely gone now. They were nobody. Just as she'd been nobody to them. And yet the mere idea of her enough had encouraged such cruelty. Such perverse abuse upon a girl already long dead.

Her gods. Her bed. Her...Her Mary. Destroyed.

The caveman gingerly reached his paw to touch her arm. Only then did she finally scream.

#oc: silver #bbc ghosts fanfic #robin the caveman #angst #emptional whump

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