#he was gonna be flightless... he could still be flightless with wings...

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

mods asleep post dragon Wally

[the-pobble-terrarium]

AND NOW ONTO RD !!!

(CW for ableism, slight homophobia)

Rainbow Dash was the absolute pride and joy of her family. Ever since a young age she had been a strong flier, her proportions made her incredibly aerodynamic, and she had perfect wing ratio. For all accounts and purposes, she was the golden example of the ideal Pegasus. In her younger years, it didn’t take her long to climb the social ladder in school. She was one of the popular kids, and she knew it well. Rainbow Dash never really cared for the hierarchy Cloudsdale pushed, though. Her parents always said “any pegasus is a perfect pegasus” and she lived by that rule. Which is why, out of all her peers who mocked and shamed the short little yellow filly with small wings, she was the one to befriend her.

Rainbow Dash came to learn this little filly, Fluttershy, was one of the kindest ponies she had ever met. Flutters, as Rainbow Dash nicknamed her, made a habit of noticing the small things- the little bugs that fluttered through the sky, the shape of clouds, birds that perched on lamp posts. She had an incredible ability to pick up on Dash’s mood too, even when she thought it wasn’t obvious. She always put others before herself, even to her own detriment, and it baffled Rainbow- it baffled her how anyone could berate and belittle someone so caring over such small things.

She quickly learnt, however, she wasn’t safe from her peers scrutiny either. Rumors began to spread that Rainbow Dash was hanging with schools resident punching bag, and Rainbow quickly understood just how cruel kids can be. Three of her best friends, Hoops, Dumb-bell, and Score approached her after school one day, and promptly told her to stay away from ‘that flightless meatbag.’ That she was a ‘loser’ and ‘lazy’ and that those bad habits would rub off on Rainbow. Dash was, understandably, shocked that these friends she’d known for years, these friends so kind and caring to her, could be so harsh and cruel. Not wanting to lose such close friends, Rainbow promised she’d stay away from Fluttershy, but in reality she merely kept their friendship hidden from the public.

As Fluttershy knows all too well however, secrets can’t be kept forever- and the rumors just got worse when people discovered Rainbow Dash was hanging out with Fluttershy in secret. They claimed Fluttershy was her “filly-friend,” that Rainbow was just as much of a loser as she was, a coward and an idiot for hanging with such a low-life. This level of venom towards her punched Dash in the gut hard. She spent most of her days during those times hiding from her peers when she could, and it gave Dash a crushing glimpse into the life Fluttershy lived almost daily.

When Rainbow Dash discovered the starter of these rumors, however, she was furious.

Her closest friend, the foal she had known since flight-school, the foal she had spent her ENTIRE LIFE with- entrusted the best. Dumb-bell. HE had started the rumors.

That day she found out, she got into a massive fight with him, and had found out who he really was. She broke her friendship with him, with all his posse, and declared then and there that YES. She was Fluttershy’s friend. She would STAY her friend even if it cost her her status and she would NEVER stoop down to his level. After that she stormed away with Fluttershy, and didn’t look back when Dumb-bell called to her.

And unfortunately, her Loyalty to her friend DID cost her her status. She became the schools second punching bag, sited as the pegasus who “had it all and gave it up for literal garbage.” Rainbow was tough however, and though it hurt hearing how much everyone suddenly hated her, it fueled her to try harder, be better, PROVE that she was still the best, whether they liked it or not. And this rage and ego fueled desire to push herself beyond every limit she had would lead to her biggest regret. (Im gonna reblog this with the rest, post is getting laggy from so much text)

[magical-thinking-magical-realism]

Flightless Bird

Chapter/Part/Whatever the fuck you want to call it 1

CWs: Suicide mentions, internalised ableism, body dysphoria, shipping.

If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please, don't read it. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable with my writing.

I stood on a roof, preparing to jump. You might be wondering why was about to jump off a roof. Well, it's simple. I'm an avian. I fly. Or at least, that's what I'm supposed to do. I have a stupid birth defect, meaning I can't fly. My wings are too small for my body. Not small enough to notice, but small enough that they can't support my weight. I've never met anyone else like me. I've never even met that many avians either though, so that might be a factor. Anyways, back to the roof.

All I could think of was my probable impending death. I knew I wasn't high enough to kill myself, but jumping off a roof is terrifying, no matter how high it is. I was about to jump, force myself to fly, when I noticed Scar. That awful, awful, beautiful man. No Grian. Stop thinking like that. He's neither of those things, least of all beautiful. Look at him for Xelqua's sake! Those eyes spell trouble Grian. Those gorgeous green eyes... that are so easy to get lost in. Shut up Grian. You don't have time for this!

Scar walked in my direction, a lot more bounce in his step than normal. His face fell when he saw me too. Oh gods, he thought I was going to kill myself... I pulled at my sleeve, trying desperately to think of how I explain... jumping off a roof... with no suicidal intentions... I couldn't think of what to say, so I just jumped, spreading my wings, hoping for the best. Of course, I fell. I don't know why I thought I'd be able to fly if I jumped off a roof. But at least I didn't get hurt too badly...I led on the ground for a minute, upset. I don't know why I thought it'd work. I don't know why I thought I'd ever be normal. Scar approached me, dropping his cane and crouching down beside me. I wish I was more like him. He knows he's not gonna wake up one day and be completely normal, and he's ok with that. He owns it. I wish I could do that. I wish I didn't force myself to do things I can't. I wish I could just accept that I'm disabled, and I will be for my whole life. I wish I could just accept that I'll never fly by myself.

"You alright?" Scar asked. "Mhm." I mumbled, too lost in my own thoughts to really pay attention to him. "Grian, as much as I would like to agree with you, you just jumped off a roof. You can trust me. What's wrong?" Scar replied. I snapped out of my thoughts at that. I turned to look at Scar. "I can explain!" I stuttered. Scar nodded at me. "It's complicated... I... can't fly. My wings are too small for my body... I don't know why I thought jumping off a roof would help me fly, I don't know why I even thought it was a good idea in the first place-" I started, talking far too fast. "Calm down Grian. Breathe. Now talk. Slow down. It's ok." Scar interrupted. Usually I'd be annoyed at being interrupted, but he helped a bit. "I can't fly." I said, trying to hide the obvious break in my voice, badly. "What? Don't say that!" Scar replied. "No, I literally can't. My wings are too small for my body. They physically cannot support my weight." I replied. "Oh." Scar whispered. "Come here." he said, louder this time.

I sat up slowly, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in my legs. I don't know what I expected, I mean, I jumped off a roof. I let out a sharp hiss, a noise I didn't even know I could still make. Scar wrapped an arm around me, running his fingers across the back of my head. I smiled at him, trying not to look like I was crying. Scar started talking, a slightly serious tone. I don't remember a word, I completely spaced out in his arms, trying to focus on anything other than the pain and failing spectacularly. I don't know how long we were there, but I eventually started paying attention to what he was saying again. "Do you think you can stand up?" he asked. "No..." I replied. "That's fine. I don't think I can either." Scar laughed. I wish I could joke around like that.

Scar placed a hand on my wing, just where it connects to my back. I shuddered. I've told him so many times why he shouldn't do that. It's not the kind of thing you do to your friend. But maybe that's not a bad thing... Shut up Grian. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. You don't have time for this! You have better things to think about than Scar! We sat there for a few minutes. "Maybe I should call someone." Scar mumbled. I didn't really want to get up, not when he was so close to me... and touching my wings like that... Grian! Stop thinking like that. I didn't really want to get up, but he was right. We couldn't just sit there forever.

[transingthoseformers]

TFP au in which some Predacons survived the Great Cataclysm. They learned to transform and ended up assimilating into the general population of Cybertronians, even if they were always on the outer edge of society. Basically only considered good for hard labour and violence.

And of course in this au, bots can be born both through reproduction and the Well.

The Thirteenth emerged from the well as a Predacon, but one who was never as bestial as the other of his kind. Orion Pax was the first Predacon to be accepted amongst the normal cybertronians, but no one remembers that. Also no wings.

Megatron, also a Predacon, was found while still in his egg, along with his siblings. Their clutch had been abandoned for whatever reason, and so they became mining slaves. Life in the mines wasn't easy, and when D-16 left the mines and became Megatronus, he was the only one left.

Cue basically what happened in canon. Bit of an uproar that a Predacon became Prime, but then more important things happened, and nobody cared about that anymore.

Fast forward to the present day. The Orion Pax arc happens and during this time, Megatron's heat cycle strikes because I fucking love knocking up Megatron.

So once again, Orion Pax has left Megatron, but this time, he left a parting gift. Not that he knew about the clutch that Megatron ended up laying. There's only confusion as to just where the fuck Megatron is, why isn't he taking to the field? Because he's busy being broody and sitting on his eggs. Cue shenanigans, I guess.

Who else could be a Predacon? I don't know. Arcee? Seeker twins? Bulkhead?

Sorry for this word vomit orz

Now the situation as a whole with transformers living alongside Predacons would be insanely interesting

I exactly imagined Oppy's altmode as like one of those flightless dragons, (my brain just kept suggesting like Odogaron from the Monster Hunter series and ykw I'm gonna let my brain have this) while Meggsie's is a little more like Rathalos

Now I exactly suggest yes, all the options you named be Predacons because it's damn cool. Will it have in series consequences because they're well Predacons and not cybertronians with vehicle altmodes? Yes. But would it open up a whole window of opportunities for fun? Yes

[crepusculum-rattus]

i’ve decided that actually this is no longer just a headcanon and simply canon because it what wilbur gets for not giving us more revivebur content

personally love the fucked up idea that c!wilbur did used to have wings (being phil’s son n all), but they were literally taken away from him as a price to join the dream smp. like in the ideas that you can go from one server to another (that all of them are “connected”), and different admins are allowed to ask for things in exchange to join their world based on their rules. and since dream doesn’t allow flying (or things that could give someone the change to overpower him), he takes wilbur’s wings.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

I don't know if i already sent this request sorry if i did

Could you write about how ruggie would react to a suicidal and starved Yuu ?

Thank you

Ruff Day

It didn't get too dark tbh as I got sidetracked and cut half of it out since I was getting off topic. Anyways beast tamer yuu and ruggie would actually get along super well imo... like hid best subject is animal speech

Yuu has No description. Gn as usual. Semi established relationship. Takes place in the same universe as cooking for Ruggie

Another day, another crumb in your shitty life since arriving at Twisted Wonderland. The only reason you haven't left at this point is because you still don't know where the hell you are, and can't get a solid answer out of anyone. As a beast tamer, you must be accustomed to an outdoorsy, adventurous, or cottage-core life. You would surely be able to survive and thrive out there in the woods.

However, you do have a roof over your head, and a big one at that. With forests surrounding the dorm and enough room for all of your monsters. Intelligent individuals, that shouldn't be considered less human. Monsters that need to be fed. Monsters that are perhaps too smart for their own good. Monsters that knew of your pitiful situation and your pitiful state of self. The kangaroo-chinchillas that swept your how with their tails would often be cuddling you for this

Hell, the tarantula wizard would spin webs of the two of you together with 'BFFs' woven within it in hopes to cheer you up. You were miserable. Your beloved caucasian shepherd Akita mix let out a few resounding barks at you, muffled from the sword in their mouth as they smack their head into you. Everyone was worried about you, yet it felt like no one was. None of your human friends to say the least… Perhaps beasts were always better than humans…

Crowley's 'pay' barely covered a few meals at Sam's even with his generous discounts and freebies he offered you. Fine then. You rode out on a flightless hippogriff-chimera creature, its wing damaged by its previous abuser, upon healing it, the thing now followed you everywhere. Trotting into the woods, you send out a small bug-winged hawk scout and feathered, peacock wyvern to survey the area for prey. A car-sized house cat gave you a parting meow as you embarked.

Behind you, some of your top beasts followed. A large plant-lion, or should you say Dandelion, a slobbering pangolin-hyena, along with a bipedal naga-like creature whose skin was so rough, it shredded anyone who touched it down to the bone. On your shoulder a land-octopus, or should you say rocktopus, gripped onto you, rubbing its rough yet smooth skin into your neck. Its spiked, flat tentacles used for digging used to rub your back as hunger pain strikes through you.

'We're gonna need more than a deer. At least two for everyone, please. The crops aren't ready and the fish aren't here yet…' you thought, hanging low on your mount who tiptoed carefully along the forest floors. One caribou— what the hell even is the magic realm that is this dorm— whatever, dinners dinner and there's no time to question it. A bow wouldn't do too much from this distance, and you aren't close enough to throw your spear.

Looking above you noticed the wyvern looking down at you, circling where your prey was. Raising your arm, the hawk landed on it. All beasts waiting to sink their teeth in. If they all attacked at once you doubt there would be much caribou left… 

You made a gesture for the wyvern to dive, the feathered beast falling through the sky at incredible speed. Its beaked mouth and talons held the creature down. The caribou struggled and went to flee when you tossed over the octopus to secure it in place, its sharp ends ensnaring the thing. From there it was easy pickings, now, the Dandelion carried it back in its mouth, the wyvern now following by foot, occasionally making snapping gestures at the new meal that was caught. 

Skin, butcher, use everything. The hide is good blankets, the antlers now new utensils, marrow harvested from bones, every bit is essential now more than ever. Yet there's nothing left. After cooking everything up all beasts gathered around the table awaiting a feast. Ravenous beasts left nothing left. You hoped that they wouldn't notice you not eating amidst their hunger. Now all were full. All aside one. That dog, where are they?

You supposed they went out to train with their sword yet again. But it is fine. It just gives you more time to be alone and rest, the stress of today kicking your ass. At some point, you didn't even notice you were in the entrance hallway misty-eyed and filled with resentment of what's become of you. Some survivalist rotting away and listening to some old crow hag… 

There was knocking at the door. There was knocking at the door? No, wait. You heard boofs along with the smacking of the wooden door. A familiar voice cited out with it. "Hey- you– Hey! Bad dog, bad doggie let me go let —"

You opened the door to see him there. Ruggie. The other one here who was just like you, a survivor. One who also foraged alongside you for food. A close companion. "Release." You commanded, making the dog drop Ruggie. "Yowch…"

Ruggie rubbed his head for a few seconds before looking up at you from the floor. Your face was a mess and tear-stained. Ruggies glare softened slightly at that. The questions and teasing he had at the tip of his tongue dying out. "So what gives? Your dog here kept yapping about how sad you were and dragged me here… Do you want to talk about it?"

You paused for a moment. So this was your dog's angle, huh? "Yes… yes, that would be nice."

[auroracalisto]

flightless bird

requested?  yes, by @obxtotvdfcmg​

summary: the reader has been around for far much longer than the mikaelsons.  however, although she is an angel, she is missing her wings.  the mikaelsons don’t know too much.  hell, they’ve only known her for just a few years.  but when she is captured by a demon and the mikaelsons find her, the truth reveals all.

pairing: elijah x angel! female! reader

word count: 1.5k words

warnings: religious themes, angel! female! reader (i believe i only refer to the reader as having feminine pronouns twice, but please don’t hold me to that), angels and demons, not exactly biblical angels and demons, angels and demons with powers

a/n: writing things like this is so much fun.  ugh.  also... no... the title is not for that one song from the twilight soundtrack... what are you talking about?

Time seemed to stretch on longer than it ever had before, and that was saying a lot.  Being a two-thousand year old angel, you’ve spent a lot of time on Earth.  But here, right now, the scorched knife in your leg proved that time was just another messed up thing construed by your father.  Time went by faster when you weren’t counting on it—but now that you were wishing for it to be done and over, it seemed like it would never last.  

You should have never left the compound.  But you did.  You did, and now, you were sitting, tied to some iron chair with ancient runes that only angels and demons knew how to inscribe into anything.  And the demon standing in front of you made your blood run cold.  

You were a good angel.  You always did as you were told.  But when you lost your wings, that all went to Hell.  And it was all because of the demon who tore out the blade that had been in your thigh.  The heat cauterized your wound, but it wouldn’t have mattered.  You would have healed quickly.  

You clenched your jaw, staring in his direction.  “What am I doing here?”

He grinned and leaned forward, his hot breath in your face.  “You should know, you stupid guardian.  How dense are you?  Hanging around the Mikaelsons like they need your help.  Do you know how many times I’ve heard from their mother?  Crying like a little baby.”

“What do they have to do with you?  And my wings?  Why… why do you still have my wings, Kade?”

“Why would I get rid of them, angel?” he grinned, tilting his head at you.  “And they honestly don’t have anything to do with this.  It’s just fun to see you all riled up after all these years of hiding.  You really think getting away would have just made me stop searching for you?”

“They’ll find me, you know,” you said, ignoring him for the most part.  

The demon crossed his arms over his chest and he rolled his eyes.  “Right.  Because they’ll be looking for you.  They think you’re just some filthy human.”

“They think I’m a human because that’s all I allow them to see,” you quickly said, looking over at him.  “They smell human on me because you took my wings.  If I had them, I would never be able to fool them.”

“Alright, crybaby,” he breathed out, tossing his knife to the ground.  “I’ve gotta go make a couple calls,” he smacked your cheek roughly, grinning at you.  “You know, Hell and all.  Quite demanding, especially when they know I’ve been searching for you for years.”

“Go to Hell,” you glared at him and he couldn’t help but laugh.  

“Hm.  Out of all people, I thought you could do better.”

The demon, Kade, left soon after, taking what seemed to be hours.  You let your eyes close and you attempted to fall asleep.  Really, you knew that wouldn’t happen.  But squeezing your eyes shut as tightly as you could seemed like a better alternative than staring at everything that Kade had lined up for you.  

He kept you in the same room as the cabinet with your wings.  It made your heart wrench every time you looked at them.  How dare he do that to you?  You knew you had crossed him—but that had been a thousand years ago.  And now, you were friends with the Mikaelsons.  Of course, you only met them about five years ago.  In all of your time, you were surprised to have not met them sooner.  But you were glad you did.  

Elijah came to your mind as you sat there, wondering when Kade would be back.  He would keep you going.  You had to keep going, for him.  It’s not like this dumb demon could even kill you.  But it had been years since you saw him.  Anything could have happened between then and now.  

Kade came back in the room in the midst of your daydreaming.  His hand came down on the side of your face, immediately pulling you back to the now.  

He smirked as he looked down at you.  “You’re so pretty when you look like that, angel,” he said.  “It’s a shame that you’re gonna have to die—”

He was cut off by a loud bang and a shout from another demon outside the room.  Then there was the shouts of several people, followed by a couple demons most definitely dying.  The look on Kade’s face told you all that you needed to know.  

Kade clenched his jaw and he looked at you, staring you down for a moment.  

Before he could do much, the doors swung open.  Using his powers, Kade went from standing right in front of you to standing right beside the cabinet with your wings.  

At the doors stood Elijah, covered in demon blood.  You could smell it—it reeked of everything beastly in the world.  

You watched as his eyes grew wide at the sight of you.  You just shook your head.  “Elijah,” you spoke, tugging your wrists at the bonds that were still tied tightly around them.  “Just take care of Kade.”

Kade let out a laugh.  “You think your little Mikaelsons will do anything to save you?” 

He had a lighter in his hands.  

You looked over at him, your breath hitched in your throat.  

“I’ll burn your fucking wings and it’ll be the end of that.  No more having to watch over my fucking back.  You’ll be finished, Angel.”

“After all this time, Kade, and you still can��t make a fire with your powers?” you watched him closely, fighting back the tears that formed in your eyes.  

The demon would have attacked you.  That you knew, for sure.  But before he could even think of using the lighter to burn your wings, Elijah was in front of him, shoving him against the side of the cabinet.  He gripped at a piece of the wooden door and broke it off, the sharper piece going straight through the demon’s heart.  It would kill him.  You knew that.  But all you could think of was your wings, quite literally going crazy to get out of the cabinet.  

Where Elijah had knocked Kade into it, it knocked the wings loose.  And now, they were making their way back to you.  Elijah watched, in mild disarray, as you leaned forward, accepting the white wings as they easily attached to your shoulder blades.  It cut through the fabric of your shirt, something that you would have to worry about later.  And of course, you knew that you could use your powers to hide your wings, but Elijah didn’t know that.  However, you still couldn’t move.  The bonds around your wrists were inscripted with the same ancient runes that had been inscribed into your chair.  

Elijah wasted no time in rushing over to you, quickly untying the ropes.  He helped you to your feet, and immediately, the runes had no effect over you.  

You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around the vampire, burying your face in his chest.  He wanted to ask you so many questions… but he didn’t.  He just hugged you back, thankful that he had the love of his life with him once more.  

Klaus and Rebekah had come to the door, while Kol was still somewhere out in the hallway, killing another demon.  There had been so many of them.  

Rebekah froze behind Klaus, her eyes wide.  Klaus started to stare, but he came forwards instead of just standing by the doorway.  

“What the hell?” Klaus spoke, staring at your wings.  

Your cheeks burned as you pulled back from Elijah, sending a hesitant smile towards the Mikaelsons.  “He… that demon,” you pointed to the one that Elijah had killed.  “Had my wings.  Didn’t think I’d be very believable if I told you I was an angel.”

Elijah couldn’t help but laugh.  “Out of everything in this world, I do not believe being without wings would have prevented us from believing you, [Your name].”

This time, you couldn’t help your tears.  You smiled up at Elijah, relieved to be with him and to be reunited with the things that made you an angel after all these years.  Elijah leaned forward and kissed your forehead.  

“Come on.  Let’s get you home before any other… creature shows up again.”  

Elijah took ahold of your hand, looking over at Klaus and Rebekah.  “You two have to get Kol.  I’ll take her out to the car.” 

Rebekah rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.  “Not it.”

Klaus scoffed.  “Fine.  [Your name],” he looked over at you, his eyes softening.  “We are all glad you’re okay.  And… we have much to talk about when we get home.”

You just smiled, knowing that there was so much you felt comfortable telling them now that the part of you that had been missing for so long was now on your shoulders.  Hidden, of course, as you walked out into the world of human eyes, but there for you and your little group of vampires to know.  

[natstolemysocks]

Birbfriends - Ixali heights

Hey everyone, welcome to my ‘perhaps these screenshots might once come in handy’ section.

Today we’ll be looking at the Ixal, everyone’s favourite Allagan construct descendants. Reason being I needed some info on the chaps - especially anything concerning height - for RP purposes.

Now, I’m not going to beat around the bush, okay. These lovely feathered neukers are pretty bleeding tall. If we look at the leader lineup from the last msq storyline, the Ixal easily hold 3rd or 4th position had this been a tallness competition. But how tall IS this anyway? Let’s find out.

(More under the cut)

Our first stop is Ehcatl Nine. I admit I forgot to say hi to Sezul, but I did go pose next to the other tinkerers. Everyone standing ‘seemed’ about the same-ish height. It’s not that easy to tell but that’s the general vibe I got anyway.

Ayo’a might canonically be 175cm, he’s still 173.2cm in game. Taking this into account, it looks like our standard standing Ehcatl Nine might be just over 220 cm (or about 7'2.7"). This would mean that, as things are now, they would only be dwarved by max height Roes. Can someone check if this is indeed the case? I’m kinda curious.

Next stop were our not so friendly friends at the Ixali Logging Grounds.

Found a nice enough duo somewhere at the entrance. I had a little trouble finding the center on the ground in the next picture, but all in all it looks like these brown logger fellows are in the same height range as their green neighbours. We might be on to something.

That settled, Serinus and I moved further North towards frosty Natalan.

Now here is where things started to get interesting. While we were there, a Fate popped with a boss. This lovely though aggressive lady so happens to sport a whopping 4+ meters. I’ve no idea if this is simply a game thing to make the boss stand out or if 13′5″ is a reasonable enough size for Ixal, but yah. Big gal.

Regular inhabitants all seem to come within that 220 cm range again.

And so, our next stop was Xelphatol.

Seeing all the lumber the Ixal need to build these structures, you almost begin to understand why the elementals wanted them out of the Twelveswood when their numbers went up. Granted, they are flightless now and in the olden days they probably perched in the treetops or something, but still. They were created to help engineers with maintenance tasks. ‘Crafting’, or at least something related to engineering, might as well be in their blood. The Ixal might’ve had Viis-like villages in the Shroud for all we know.

That said...

Xelphatol has smaller Ixal fighting alongside the taller ones. It’s easily overlooked, but, just look at these wee chicks, it’s adorable.

I didn’t manage to measure the first boss (the one with the balloons), but the second one didn’t mind posing mid-dance.

Also had a chat with a little ‘boss’, emphasis on little. Still over 3m tall, yikes. Do fancy that mask.

And now.

Ho boy...

I’m not gonna lie, Tozol cracks me up. He’s like Xande’s birdsona or something, grumpiness and all. I don’t know what’s up with these ‘Skysent’ families, but honestly looking at his face my guess is inbreeding. There is so little Ixal on this guy, like the DNA that makes up the humanoid base has been made stronger over the ages. The beak is so tiny, the neck so thick...

Also you should totally check out this tail, it truly is something:

Chonk.

Anyhow, yes, this big lad is about 5 meters tall.

I also wanted to compare the Ixal with their Iksalion ancestors, but got lost in Gyr Abania for some reason before my game crashed twice. A search deep in my screenshot archives did net me a picture of a dead Iksalion for reference. However, even the estimation on here is not something I am fully behind because the wings cover the legs (and the coat covers mine). But still, it gives an indication of the size of these things:

Another problem is these constructs don’t stand. They fly with their knees up. Even so, the attempt to put a measurement on this angry individual do seem to be in range with the sizes of Ixal found in the North Shroud and Coerthas.

Checking out these Iksalions makes me wonder how they could do the tasks they were set out to do. The top part of the wing holds the claws. Are those already hands? Or do they do everything with their talons? Also is that tail clipped?

Either way, here are the results of my not so scientifically correct journey:

If all of these relative sizes should be seen as canon, the way they ramp up boggles me. What makes an Ixal grow past 3m? Do they keep growing with age/status? Are certain families just bigger than others? What exactly makes this difference?

Maybe on a later date I’ll see if I can add Dozol Meloc on here too. Until then, I hope these estimations will be able to help anyone who were wondering about their size too.

[ketchup-monthly]

Sanders Sides D&D 2

Ooh fresh take: Jan is virge’s patron and that’s why there’s beef

Also: Jan is some sort of fae related being

Jan: i need you to do something for me Virgil: no Janus: that's not how this works!! Virgil: watch me :P

Okay so I was thinking of Patton as a cleric cuz ooh healer however, Patton as a Druid makes me so happy

I want logan to have Rage

(Also that could tie nicely in an arc about Logan learning to accept feelings)

but barbarian logan is going to be a scholar again and is gonna be smort

bc hes logan. he cant be not smart

Oh I figured he’d be the bbeg that eventually joins the party (hurt/comfort baybee!)(Remus)

he was the bbeg but then joined the party as a bardbarian or just a bard

plus, actual bard who accidentally casts vicious mockery instead of bardic inspiration

Side note: please include a scene where Remus attempts to seduce the dragon

also with this second au, i can start them at like level 5 so people can multiclass

Pat as cleric/druid

gasp logan as artificer/barbarian

janus sorcerer/rogue

because basically everything but alchemist would work well with barbarian, but alchemist feels very Logan

bc mad scientist being actually mad

alchemist logan making an experimental potion and going "here im not sure what this does but im sure its fine! someone drink it"

Remus does it voluntarily, but Logan usually tries to get Roman to drink it

Virgil will occasionally drink it when he's on his last legs and is just like.....100% done with the party

remus as a wild magic path barbarian and just fucking teleporting or doing something equally ridiculous whenever he rages

Oh my god Remus with rage would be a force to be reckoned with

You gotta describe the first time he goes into a rage really dramatically

obviously virgil is trying to "escape" his patron, Janus (really just do whatever he says to not do out of spite)

Eldritch knight roman

Feywild warlock virgil

hey so in the second d&d au, should roman and remus be actual full siblings but like remus went darkside and like romans just trying to get back at him for putting a dark stain on the family name

hey hey hey what about warforged Logan? (essentially a robot)(so like "i dont feel anything" becoming real)

okay hear me out. elf roman and elf base simic hybrid remus. so like maybe the reason remus went darkside was experimentation? so like. hes elf but special

FALLEN AASIMAR VIRGIL

virgil just transforming in the middle of a combat scenario and like his eyes turn into black pits and flightless skeletal wings appear on his back and like everyone near him has to make a charisma check and like he deals extra necrotic damage

Pat is the one human stuck in a band of misfits

so with it, roman would be a full elf, and remus would be an elf that has tentacles bc octopus

So robot logan

i meant literally he doesnt feel anything

like he has all the emotions, but he doesnt physically feel the need to like eat or sleep or stuff like that

he just.....he pretend he don't have the feelings.....but he do.....he feel so much and he hides it all in his littol mechanical heart <3

plus......if he warforged, then like.....AC huge

he stands in front of friends.....he protecc...."no, i don't have feelings, i am physically incapable of affection" but he do!! he do! he take hits for them because he do!! he care so much

Bro he spouts all this and then he uses a reaction to dive in front of someone and everyone’s just like oh

LIKE ROMAN STILL BEING MEAN TO LO BC HE THINKS HE DOESNT HAVE FEELINGS BECAUSE HE DOESNT HAVE A HEART BUT HE DOES

hey hey everyone needs to grow

and logan standing up for himself and other people stepping in and saying no stop thats not right

plus if canon wont give me roman facing the consequences of his actions towards Logan......

but also Roman learning how to properly handle his own emotions and how he interacts with others

logan who doesn't view himself as anything more than a machine to be useful to others

the party giving logan love and affection until he slowly learns his own worth as a person

Roman and Logan not getting along (maybe Roman has a Lore reason to distrust Warforged, maybe not) and slowly learning to trust each other

when Logan is feeling real down or having some issue, Roman actually comes through to help him, showing how far both characters have come

Okay yes but also can we please give Roman more confidence than canon? Like I’m sooooo sick of low self esteem being played for laughs or just being really really sad

this boy is going on a mission and will slap his brother upside the head and tell him to shut tf up remus youre not a monster just come back home and he will do it alone if need be

OKAY SO WHAT IF HE ORIGINALLY WENT ON THE QUEST JUST TO STOP REMUS ONCE AND FOR ALL BC ROMAN THOUGHT HE WAS A MONSTER, BUT ALONG THE WAY, AND AFTER LOGAN, HE CAME TO REALIZE THAT NO, JUST BECAUSE REMUS (AND LOGAN) ARE DIFFERENT, THEY ARENT MONSTERS, JUST DIFFERENT

AND LIKE IN THE FINAL PUSH TO MAKE REMUS JOIN BACK WITH HIS BROTHER, ROMAN IS PROJECTING HIS OWN FEELINGS ONTO REMUS AND EVERYONE IS LIKE WOW BRO YOU GOOD THERE, BUT ITS A BIG MOMENT FOR LOGAN, ROMAN, AND REMUS

im unsure as to how, but it happened when he was an older teen/young adult. a simic scientist either picked him (read: kidnapped), or remus volunteered (potentially to escape court life, unaware what exactly the experiment was going to do to him physically

bc also, remus and roman are royalty

so like. how best to get at the nobes/royalty/rich famous people than by turning their kid into a monster

wait, wait, wait, because i'm lowkey a sucker for this trope, but i'm not sure if it fits Remus: the experiments left him with some fairly significant physical pain/uncontrolled magical reactions. through some combo of trying to deal with that and trying find a cure for his pain, he keeps like....absolutely wrecking random towns on accident but also deliberately wrecking certain places looking for either a) vengeance on the guy(s) responsible or b) someone who can make the pain stop

SO LIKE. WILD MAGIC BARBARIAN DOING WEIRD SHIT TO HIM WHENEVER HE RAGES

AND LOGAN COULD MAYBE HELP WITH THE PAIN AND SHIT

BC ALCHEMY

Yknow, for simplification purposes, we could say the True Bbeg just gave Remus lycanthropy and Remus hasn’t managed to control it yet

lycanthropy but simic shit?

Mr. I-Don't-Have-Feelings sees the poor dude in pain and also Roman in emotional pain from seeing his brother in pain and is absolutely like "i must resolve this like right now, immediately" because he definitely doesn't hate seeing his friend suffering, or his friend's brother whom he's just met

he definitely doesn't relate at all to the idea of someone else shaping your body and absolutely does not sympathize with Remus's plight

i was thinking the grappling thing and either manta glide or the ability to breathe underwater for the simic stuff, but like he doesnt have control over the tentacles yet?

Manta glide seems like we could have fun battle scenes

he just jumps off a cliff to avoid mushy talk/dealing with his actions/roman

Roman: Remus just because you're a monster and though i wish i was an only child-- Remus, jumping off a cliff: byyeeeeee Patton: Roman, look what you did! Virgil: dammit jan what did you do? Janus: why do you think i had anything to do with that? im a fae, not a genie Logan, thinking: what an asshole. i wish i could do that

oh my god Logan always being tired mentally bc he cant sleep

Oh my gosh I love that. So Remus got kidnapped super young, (from royal family) they never found him, as a result Roman had to grow up super fast (side effect: lowkey inconsiderate and forgets to ask for others input). Meanwhile, Remus was experimented on by True Bbeg and came out with some trauma and super cool additives

yep! chronic pain and ptsd and all sorts of other shit!

so like, simic hybrids are usually created when they're adults. but what if the true bbeg decided to go younger to see what would happen, and thats why remus has chronic pain and stuff

he was still growing when his genes were spliced, so hes dealing with growth plates shifting and his body maturing and puberty and body changes and stuff

Pat is going to have a lighthearted story. Im saying that now. Hes the one without all the baggage

Sure, but his parents have to lowkey be the really kind people who are surprisingly always down for violence

everyone: multiple crises Pat: y'all need help Pat: love and affection in spades for his little band of misfits

Patton (which I think would be pretty simple, honestly he might just see danger and jump in and suddenly everyone in the party has Feelings)

Logan

Mhm. So how did he grow up? Was he just poof created? Wait

What if he was created by the king?

To make up for remuss disappearance

wait, wait....angst......he was created to fight (hence the barbarian stuff) but alchemy is his real passion

wait so like. a second son???

hes there to replace remus?

Yea! (But like in a sympathetic grief way) But that causes a bit of a complex in Roman and ergo Roman and Logan have a bit of a beef

okay so like. hes there to be a companion for roman, and like take remus' place, even though hes not actually in line for the throne?

LOGAN AS A KNIGHT

and just......the conflict of being created for a specific purpose (plus being, you know, robot and technically incapable of deviated from said purpose) vs the fact that he actually does have independent consciousness and like....wants to live life for himself

the parents made Logan a barbarian in hopes that him and Roman would be safe

okay. so logan was created by the king with the sole purpose to take remus' place as romans brother/companion, and to be his like guard? protector? and fight, but logan wants to be an alchemist and study shit

wait, wait, wait.....thinks about Asimov's Laws

he.....his first operative is protect (specifically protect Roman)

oh man. so hes literally just a shield

his second level operative is just like.....care for Roman's emotional well-being, but he doesn't really know emotions because he was kinda just spawned and nobody told him how

and he just....kind of....lets Roman treat him like garbage and take all his grief out on him because he's staunchly in denial of both having feelings or knowing how they work

Anyway Yea so Logan created by royal family in place of Remus which created angst between the two “brothers” and identity issues in Logan. Their arcs are learning how to healthily process emotions plus Roman apology and Logan commits to alchemy

So big question: why did virge make a deal?

Tricked

he gave janus his name

and instead of janus like killing him or whatever the fae do to people who break the rules of dealing with the fae, jan was like. hey. i'll give you magic, but do what i say

Janus is lawful neutral, but leans towards being selfish

hes self serving, but he has a strong set of morals and rules he follows

Tho I want to Virgil to also not be pushover so let’s say loophole happened and Jan has to stay with virge (hence why Jan is a part of the party)

okay so a couple of the rules are dont give a fae your true name and don't try to figure out their true name

So

what if virgil accidentally gave up part of his true name, and got stuck in the deal, but then figured out janus' true name

so in the same vein that janus had control over virgil, virgil now has more control over janus

he still gets his magic from janus, so he cant break free completely, but virgil has more freedom and can occasionally tell janus what to do or when to shove it

there should a running gag where virge can explain how he learned Jan’s true name but Jan can make something loudly censor him every time

(he learned his name bc once he heard janus practicing his evil genius voice and talking to himself in the mirror and janus said his true name)

so maybe janus sent virgil on the quest to protect a town or stop something related to remus, but virgil dragged him along

he might just be trying to protect a town thats close to a ley line, or something fae-related, and they just happen upon the whole thing

janus is selfish. but lawful vs chaotic is where he comes through, in morals vs doing whatever. janus has a strong set of loyalties to the fae, and to himself

so like....Remus is just too close to Jan's stuff and he wants to take him down

Virgil is just like....exhausted and said "fine, but if i gotta do this, you're coming, too"

or at least figure out a way to protect his place, even if it doesnt mean fully taking out remus. just moving him would work for jan

Janus: virgilllllllllll hes going to mess up my magic storage locker Virgil: Jan, its empty Janus: but its mine

Yea. Remus attacks a city away from the fae: Jan: Yknow I’m gonna sit this one out Virge: oh no you don’t, get up

Or

Janus vs Janice

so his real name is Janus, but Virgil calls him Janice

Virgil: This is Janice Janice: with a “U-S” Virgil: mhm, sure Jan

I'm a big fan of just like any of the old theory name being various aliases for Jan

Damien, Dante, Ethan, Declan, etc, etc

[doubleshotofsomething]

Come Into My Life

This is my entry for @nekoannie-chan���‘s 500 followers’ writing competition. This is a Thor fanfiction series inspired on the song “Entra en mi Vida”. I had a blast writing it and I loved the song even more.

Song Prompt: ”Entra en mi vida” by Sin Bandera

Warnings: none??

Author’s note: Okay, all seriousness guys, what the fuck? So, you guys just...let me call Ghost “Shadow” and didn’t bother to correct me? really guys? really?? Is this where we are now? woooow, there’s no autocorrect here.

Summary: You and Thor just can’t seem to be on the same page, about anything.

----

“You seem to think this is something you can hide from.”

----

Part Two: Después de cinco minutos, ya eras alguien especial  

Mjölnir kept disappearing. But that could have been Steve's fault. Or Vision. So, that's understandable.

Then Stormbreaker kept disappearing as well. There was no Vision. And Steve had long given up his avenging days.

Both weapons came back, they always did. But Stormbreaker seemed to be adamant in taking its sweet time. Which, under any circumstances, wouldn't be a problem. Except, Thor is still an Avenger. He still has work - work that required his weapon - to do.

You were in the kitchen with Sam, arguing - like you always did - about something when Thor walked in, looking for that damned axe.

You had met a handful of times, but you tended to avoid the group as much as you could. Sam, Shadow and Hope were as far as you were willing to go, Thor had realised, and socialising with you didn't seem all too appealing to him.

Thor wasn't focusing on either of you, eyes too busy dancing around the room as he tied his hair back. The quinjet was set to leave in fifteen minutes and all that was missing from his battle attire was that cursed thing.

"This is exactly why I don't like coming here-" your complaining broke through his cloud of thought and his eyes went to you. "--seriously, Sam, you are the worst host ever. What am I supposed to do with you gone?"

Sam rolled his eyes, rolling his shoulders back a bit before attaching his wings. "Talk to people. Your favourite cyborg is staying behind, so you two can talk about those babies you wanted to give him."

You scoffed and reached over the counter for the sugar dispenser. "The love of my life is currently sulkin--"

Before you could grab the sugar, your fingers instinctively wrapped around a wooden staff. Sam, too focused on making sure he had everything he needed, missed the complete look of annoyance on your face and shock on Thor's face.

There, in your hand, was Stormbreaker. His Stormbreaker. And, instead of being confused, you sighed and tossed it aside before grabbing the sugar as you had intended to. As if nothing had happened.

"Damn thing needs a leash," you mumbled to yourself, stirring the sugar into the originally-Sam's-but-now-yours tea.

Asgard was no stranger to prophecies. And Thor had heard enough of them growing up to tell which was a farce. But this...

No...

It couldn't be...

Surely, it was a temporary glitch. It had to be.

Because a dying star couldn't have forged a King's weapon, only so an idiot could easily wield it.

It's not that Thor thought you were stupid or not worthy. It's just that he thought you were an idiot and a complete nutcase.

You put a target on your back and refused any security that Fury had to offer. You're still convinced that your Uber driver won't do you any harm. And you sleep with your bedroom window unlocked.

You were an idiot.

A complete and utter idiot.

So, why did he instantly seek out your scent whenever he breathed?

Why does the thought of you, anywhere near him, suddenly make it hard to think about anything else?

And, for the love of all that is good, why won't you look at him? Actually look at him. Not those glances and polite eye contact you share with everyone else.

There are so many prophecies, too many that weren't true and too little that were. Thor could always tell which were a farce and which weren't.

But now, he was the idiot that couldn't understand why his axe was more responsive to you, than him.

-----

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Is Fury's response to the Captain's questions.

The Avenger's Compound had been turned into the current base of operations for both the new SHIELD and the Avengers. With the exception that the Captain was the one overlooking everything, alongside Fury.

Hope didn't waste time shoving you into her car -- as always -- and dragging you to the compound with everyone else. And then, because that's never enough, they shoved you into the meeting room with everyone else, while Captain went to bring Fury.

Sighing, you lean against your chair and turn to look at Thor. The Asgardian had been sitting on the couch when you were shoved onto it, watching the whole scene unfold while he munched away on a bowl of cereal.

You eyed his outfit and frowned. "Why is it that every time I see you, you're always trying out a new look?"

He blinked at you, mid-chew with a trail of milk going from the corner of his lip into his beard.

"First, it was the whole medieval knight thing, then the carpenter look, then the whole lumberjack thing. And now--" you waved at his sweatpants, fingerless gloves and what look to be a sweater. "--you're... what is this? And why does it look so comfortable?"

"Really? You expect us to believe that SHIELD is being funded by all that money?" Sam fired back at Fury. "With all that new equipment that keeps rolling in? Do we look stupid to you, Fury?"

Fury raised an eyebrow. "You want me to answer that?"

"I will!" You jumped in, raising your hand as you tuned in. "Yes, you do look stupid. In fact, you're the reason I know what stupid looks like. And I got in an Uber without checking if it was my driver or not, this morning."

"You did what?!" Thor barked.

You rolled your eyes and waved off the man that's decided to be a pain in your ass. "Calm down, security update. I can take care of mys--

"Calm down?!" Thor tossed the bowl across the room to properly glare at you. "You are so adamant on putting your life at risk every damn chance you get! You are, arguably, the most hated person on every ex-Hydra agent's list. And you--"

You don't bother to sit through the rest of that lecture. You avoid going to the compound for that exact reason. In fact, you avoid Thor for that exact reason. The first time you met the Asgardian, he spent most of the introductions helping Fury tell you all about how you were going to live your life now -- and all the safety measures you'd have to take.

As if you hadn't been raised by one of the world's greatest sleeper agent.

"This guy, am I right?" You scoffed as you got up, consequently getting him to get up. "Who died and made him Jarvis?"

"I am speaking to you!" He is front of you, towering over you, blue eyes swimming with rage, as he glared at you.

"Carpet damn, Asgardian. Carpet damn."

Ghost, from the other side of the room, cut in. "It's Carpe diem, shithead."

"I'm freestyling, thank you very much." You shot back.

"Can we get back to the matter at hand?" Captain Flightless called out. "Thor. Please, calm down. Take a seat."

"I will not calm down nor take a seat," he glares down Mr Red, White and Break-your-brand-new-car. "Her safety is just as important as the matter. What do you think will happen if the wrong people get their hands on her? SHIELD signing a deal with her company will be the least of your worries!"

You turned at Ghost. "Is it too late to bring back Thanos? I just wanna see something..."

"You know--" Sam flicked your ear. "--if he comes back, you're gonna get dusted too, right?"

"Exactly. That way, I get to see him beat the shit out of an entitled thunder-summoning, cape-wearing, overbearing, self-proclaimed mighty asshole!" You glared at Thor, then turned back to Sam. "And then, finally see what y'all were doing as dust particles."

"Thor does have a point--" Fury cuts in, crossing his arms.

"Doesn't that leather trench coat get hot?" You point at it, because you were sure as hell not having this conversation again.

"Pierce may have been Hydra, but even he knew how messed up things would be if you were in the wrong hands--"

"You say that like I can shoot lightning bolts out of a gavel."

"It was a hammer." Thor grits out.

Fury ignores you both. "--things aren't as they used to be. The threats aren't only Thanos, Loki, or any other alien tyrant."

"That's mean. Thor isn't an alien." You feign a point.

"We need to consider the threats here, on Earth, as well." Thor ignores your jab. "Like, I've always been saying. The scale of destruction and terror that criminals could cause if they got a hold of just a small percentage of Hydra tech. Just look at what Ultron had accomplished--"

You stare blankly at the tower of a man in front of you. "You mean the computer upgrade that Tony created? With a weapon that is no longer on Earth, in this timeline? With Hydra tech from a Hydra lab, on that floating, vibranium powered island that you destroyed?"

"The point is--"

"I have lived in hiding my entire life," you narrow your eyes at the ignorant would-be-king. "Security protocols, safe houses, different identities, around-the-clock security, all of that bullshit that you're suggesting I know nothing about-- yeah, that was all I knew about. I know where every entrance and exit of every room I walk into is. I plan for an escape, before I even step foot out of my place.

"I did not come here so you can tell me how to continue living the lifestyle that I was raised to live--" You're glaring and baring your teeth and ready to rip him a new one. "--My keepers are dead. You will sooner change the nature of a cat, before you turn your little pride of vigilantes into my security detail."

He doesn't say anything. He can't. He knows better than to argue with you when you're like this; angry and on the verge of lashing out.

So, he just stares back at the idiot that won't stop haunting his every thought. The idiot that can wield a weapon he nearly died for. The idiot that won't understand why he bickers when it comes to her safety.

Sam sighs as he crashes on the couch. "At that's the tea."

Tags: @nekoannie-chan​, @thorfanficwriter​

[aidendh]

Explosions, Wings and Power (A Bnha fanfic) (WIP)

(I haven't touched this in weeks, so I thought I'd post the WIP)

Word Count Goal: 2500 - 4000

Description

Nightmares,

He didn’t have them often, but they tended to feel familiar and real. ‘Doctor’, ‘Sludge’, ‘Dome’. What did they mean? Only one Katsuki Bakugo knew and he would use them to keep his friends safe. He was not gonna waste this second chance.

It doesn’t hurt if he changes the future, right?

-

When given another chance at life, the newly named ‘Katsuki Bakugo’ treads through it with his best friends on their path to become a hero.

-

Chapter 1

“Basa, wait up!” Cried out Izuku, his mop of green hair bobbing as he ran. The little boy's emerald green eyes kept his best friends in sight while falling behind.

“Yeah! We can’t fly like you ya’ know!” exclaimed Katsuki while narrowing his piercing red eyes, trying to see through his spiky ash blond hair. He was faring better than Izuku, but he still couldn’t keep up with their airborne friend.

Said boy (Chujitsu), despite being less than a meter off the ground, called back, “Well maybe you guys should hurry up!”. He turned his grey barely haired head back with his narrow grey-blue eyes glancing at his flightless pals.

What was keeping him airborne was a pair of red dragon-like wings, his Quirk.

Quirk: A power usually manifested at around the age of 4 and what 80% of the world's population had.

Chujitsu Tsubasa: Known as Wings, his transformation type Quirk allows him to temporarily grow wings on his back.

_______________________________

-9 Years later-

*Jet set r-*

A 14-year-old Katsuki Bakugo swiped his phone to rid it of his alarm. He then turned over in his bed and drifted off.

*All Might The-*

Katsuki swiped his alarm off again then pulled his phone over to check the time.

‘Time: 8:20’

‘7:30 Get up Alarm-Missed’

He blinked, giving himself a moment to wake up and process the screen. ‘8:20? ...! Overslept!’

Scrambling out of bed, he quickly changed into his black Junior High uniform and grabbed his bag and phone. Booking it out of his room and past his parents, he gave a quick “See ya!” to them and left for school.

His mother (Mitsuki Bakugo), the spitting image of her son, just shook her head in amusement.

“See ya trouble!” She yelled after him.

Katsuki’s phone rang in his pocket. After checking the ID and confirming who it was, he answered.

“Kacchan, where are you?” Chujitsu asked.

“Booking it to school while rethinking my life, you?” He replied.

“Waiting at the gates with ‘zuku. What happened? You’re normally the first one here.”

Katsuki slowed his run as Aldera Junior High showed in the distance.

“Just Overslept,” he paused, taking in a breath, “nightmares again.”

Chujitsu took a minute to process this. It was rare for Katsuki to have nightmares and was considered a big deal if they kept him up for more than one night. This would cause him to become paranoid and overprotective over the subject of his night terrors.

With any other person it wouldn’t be considered this big of a deal, but whenever this happened to the blonde danger was sure to follow. Chujitsu knew this better than anyone as it had saved his life once before.

“Just don’t push yourself today,” was heard just beyond the nearby gate that the sprinting teen was approaching. After hanging up the phone Katsuki rushed in and grabbed the other greenette’s arm to stop his momentum.

“Hi, Kacchan!” Greeted Izuku, as Katsuki started to regain a steady breath. After some small talk they headed in to find their class so as not to be late.

________________________________

-Last Period-

“So, as third year students, you need to start thinking more seriously about the future, and what you want to be doing with your lives.” Started the non-descript teacher.

“I could get Bakugo-San to hand out some Career Aptitude Tests.” Said Bakugo got ready to stand up but stopped at the boring tone of his Sensei.

“But... Why bother, I know you all want the Hero track!!” At the sign of Sensei about to throw the papers across the classroom, Katsuki spoke up.

“Sensei, even if that is true, we still need to fill out the High School part of the form. We’re not all aiming for the same school.” Many students groaned at his gruff and demanding tone, most expecting this from their Class Prez.

“Ah, Bakugo-San, you are correct on that front. Now that I think about it, aren't you, Tsubasa-San and Midoriya-San aiming for U.A High?” At this accusation, their classmates went into an uproar of voices.

“Really!?”

“They’re trying for the national school?!”

“Isn’t there a 0.2% acceptance rate?”

“It’s impossible to get into!”

Though one stood out more than the others,

“A Quirkless loser won't stand a chance!” After hearing this, the class stilled. Not many people mess with the Quirkless student, not with Bakugo and Tsubasa on his side.

“I think the principle wouldn’t like to hear that someone is disrespecting one of Aldera’s top students and my best friend?” Katsuki stated with a threatening sweet tone and piercing grin. He may be one of the top students, but he was willing to snitch on others if it meant his friends would be safe. That shut the accuser right up.

“Now, now you two. I don’t want another fight breaking out in my classroom.” Stated Sensei,

“Bakugo-San please pass out the sheets.”

________________________________

-Elsewhere-

A woman screamed in the populated streets as a man that appeared to be made of green sludge rushed past with Yen Bills scattered inside his Liquidus body.

“Hey, get back here!” Yelled the store clerk that just ran out of a nearby store. Some more people shouted in protest of the thieving criminal, but all was for null as he rushed out of sight.

“Yell all ya’ want sucker! This cash is mine!” Grinded his gargling voice. Other bystanders just carried on with their days, this wasn’t the first criminal, and it won't be the last.

“Dude where are all the Heroes?” asked a civilian, confusion etched his face, “Normally one would attack right away.” Despite the worried looks of others, however mild, a nearby senior scoffed and turned to a fellow colleague.

“Remember when we didn’t need to worry about criminals using their Quirks left and right?”

“Seriously there’s no stopping them.”

Back at the same store a sickly blond man exited with shopping in each hand. His lanky body then expanded and grew in size to a buff and well-known Hero.

“Yes, there is,” At hearing the recognizable tone, bystanders looked over and were immediately stripped of their worries. “You know why? Because I am here!”

_______________________________

-After Class-

“Wanna go to karaoke?”

“Sure.”

“A Gigantification quirk huh? Didn’t Kacchan come up with one just like this?” Muttered Midoriya, scrolling down the news on his phone about a new Pro Hero’s debut.

Leaning on the greenette’s desk, Bakugo glanced at Izuku’s phone.

“I’m heading to the shopping district in a min, you guys want anything?”

Jumping up spooked, Izuku stuttered out,

“K-Kacchan! Um... it’s fine I don’t really need anything.” The third member of the trio piped up from the doorway,

“You paying?” asked Tsubasa, his thin grey ponytail resting over his shoulder.

“Yeah right!” Answered the blond while as he rolled his eyes, “Sure. What’cha want Basa?” The long-haired teen pretended to think it over.

“Not sure.” Was his reply. Bakugo just scoffed,

“Candy it is then.” He looked back at Izuku who was typing something on this phone, most likely notes on the new Hero and Criminal from the news.

“You sure you don’t want anything ‘Zuku? I heard the new Hero collectors' cards are in.” His face overcame with a sly playful look, knowing that Midoriya was collecting them.

“B-but Kacchan! You don’t have to; I can just pick some up tomorrow!” Though he tried to persist, the greenette looked thankful knowing that the blond would do it anyway.

“No buts!” Bakugo grinded heading to the door.

“See ya guys!” The trio then headed out their separate ways, though Katsuki couldn’t get the feeling from the back of his mind that disaster was sure to come.

Stopping in his tracks, he turned his head back to his Best Friends.

“...Chujitsu, stick with Izuku for me, will ya?” At the sight of the blonde's wariness and the worried tone of his voice, Chijitsu and Izuku were quick to agree.

_______________

Feel free to critique this in the comments!

I love hearing from you guys!

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Under Your Skin

[Wing AU; Tour!verse]

Wing Reference

just a lil “what if” situation :] featuring nurturing Mama Howard!!!!!!

Word count: 3812

TW: Blood, minor body horror

-----------------------------

  “Katherine?”

Howard jumped at the sudden call of her name and whirled around, smacking her large, thickly-muscled violet-backed starling wings into the avian behind her. She really didn’t like being snuck up on, and this girl only just appeared to get the memo, seeing as she was spitting out purple-pink feathers that had caught in her mouth. At least she didn’t get her face clawed off; Howard closed her talons to make it seem like she hadn’t been about to do that. 

  “Oh. Hello, dear. What can I do for you?” 

Joan was an awfully strange little thing. Unlike basically everyone else in the whole world, she lacked wings. But, at the same time, she had the big yellow ears of a Honduran white bat, the white tiny antlers of a Hydra, the orange-red crest feathers of a bee hummingbird, and the fluffy toasted marshmallow brown breast of a barn owl.

She was a Flightless hybrid.

  “C-can you, umm...can you help me with something?” Joan asked. Her ears were folded back against her head, signaling her unease, and her short, chewed up claws kept playing with the hem of her shirt until holes were poked in it.

  “With what?” Howard asked.

  “I don’t know?” Joan admitted sheepishly, “My back has just been hurting a lot lately. I just thought I was sore, but--” She swallowed hard, “--but it’s worse. Bad. Really, really bad.” She rubbed her palms against her thighs, a bead of sweat running down the side of her face. The poor thing looked absolutely humiliated about having to talk about this, as if it were the most lewd, provocative, NSFW thing in the entire world and not just some back pain. “I-I was wondering if you could just take a look for me? I-it’s weird, I know, but I can’t see myself and since you were my queen… I already asked Anne and Jane, and Anne said no and Jane just ignored me and--”

  “Take a breath, Joan.” Howard said gently, but Joan still snapped her mouth shut in an instant. “I’ll help you out. Let’s go to the bathroom and take a look, okay?”

  “O-okay. Thank you.”

Howard didn’t really know what she was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t what she saw in the bathroom.

Joan awkwardly took off her shirt so her back could be seen. There, on top of her shoulder blades, were swollen, bright red blemishes. The skin was scarred and split open, bruises painted in blotchy blacks, purples, and blues. Tufts of something were growing out of the gashes.

Howard couldn’t help but gasp and that made Joan tense.

  “That doesn’t sound good.” The girl said shakily. “Is it--is it bad?”

Howard didn’t know how to answer. She extended a hand and gently brushed her claws over one of the bumps, but it was still enough to make Joan shriek. The girl staggered and would have cracked her skull open on the sink counter if Howard hadn’t caught her.

  “Easy, easy,” Howard murmured, “I’ve got you.”

Joan still went down--the pain must be making her head spin. She couldn’t support her own body. She whimpered and turtles against Howard, who knelt down next to her.

  “It hurts,” She choked out.

Howard frowned and held the trembling creature close to her. A moment later, Aragon peeked inside the bathroom, alerted by the scream.

  “What’s going o-- Oh my god!” Aragon cut her own question off with an exclamation. She stared at the marks on Joan’s back with wide eyes. The frills behind her ears were flared in shock.

  “What the fuck?” Anne yelped. “What is wrong with her?”

  “Is she growing wings or something?” Jane said. 

Joan just about choked on the air around her. Howard swept one wing around her to hide her bare chest from the others.

  “Wh-what?” Joan squeaked, “No. That’s not possible! I-I’m not--” 

  “That’s incredible,” Cathy said, her eyes wide with wonder. “I HAVE to study this when it happens! Is it now? Your back looks ready to burst. It’s probably now. Or sometime today.”

  “Hush.” Aragon rapped her goddaughter with one of her wings. “You’re scaring the poor thing.”

She was. Joan was paler than usual, paler than someone who just witnessed their entire family be murdered. Her big yellow ears were folded back tightly against her head, like they were trying to melt into her skull, and her stubby talons trembled with the tremors in her hands. She looked up at Howard, lips quivering as her mouth opened and closed in disbelief, horror in her gaping grey eyes.

  “We need to get you somewhere more comfortable,” Howard said. “If this is happening. The floor of a bathroom is not the most ideal place to suddenly sprout wings.”

  “N-no--” Joan refused, but Howard easily hoisted her to her feet. She wobbled instantly, hindered by the pain, and nearly went down again if it weren’t for Howard holding her up. Aragon came over to give support with her own wings, too. “I can’t-- I can’t--” She shook her head frantically.

  “I don’t think you have much of a choice,” Aragon said bluntly, stealing another glance at the masses growing out of Joan’s back.

  “We can go to our house.” Howard decided. Everyone knew she wouldn’t take no for an answer, so nobody resisted.

The taxi ride to the queen’s apartment felt like it took ages. The entire time, Joan kept squirming in very obvious discomfort, though she did a good job at muffling her whimpers.

She was now sitting on Howard’s bed, staring dazedly at her hands. She only looked up because Howard gently lifted her chin to make eye contact.

  “Hey, hey,” Howard murmured when the girl whimpered. “You’ll be okay.”

  “Well,” Cathy started from the doorway, “we don’t know. She’s getting wings. I guess they’ll be growing out of her skin. Well, bursting out. Think of it like giving birth! But instead of a baby from the vagina, it’s wings from the back. The pain will probably be similar. Oh, this is so exciting!”

Joan’s face paled, and not just because of the pain she felt. She began to cry in fear while Aragon clobbered Cathy with her wings.

  “Th-that’s going to kill me!” Joan sobbed. “I’m going to die!”

  “I mean...there’s probably a chance.” Anne said, and she didn’t seem very disappointed by that prospect. Aragon hit her roughly over the head with one wing.

  “Hush up!” Aragon snarled, flaring her golden ruff. “You’re making things worse! The poor thing is already terrified as is. We don’t need to put even more images in her head.

Howard looked at Joan, who was shaking even harder. She took one of her hands and stroked the knuckles with her thumb.

  “You won’t die, I promise.” Howard told the terrified-looking hybrid. “You’ll be okay.”

Joan doesn’t answer. 

Howard frowned at her pitifully, then glanced at the others peeking inside. Having them in the room would probably only overwhelm Joan even more with all their chatter, so she politely asked them to grab a few things and then go away.

  “Alright, sweetheart,” Howard cupped one of Joan’s cheeks to make her look at her once everyone was gone, “That’s gonna have to come off.” She nodded at the shirt.

Joan’s cheeks, like last time, burned bright red, but she had to oblige. At least Howard turned away so she could wrangle off the shirt.

If only it was that easy.

Joan accidentally let a scream slip when the fabric caught on the wounds on her back. Tears exploded from her eyes and she hunched over, feeling something warm and sticky run down her back.

  “Joan!”

Howard was immediately by her side and she doesn’t know whether to be humiliated or grateful. The queen appeared to be fretting over her before finally touching her shoulder.

  “Joan, Joan,” Howard said, trying to get through to the fledgling, “Joan, it’s okay. Your shirt is just caught, that’s all. Alright? Nod to me if you can hear me, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”

Joan sucked in a sharp breath and nodded. Howard praised her.

  “That’s good, sweetie, that’s very good.”

Howard grabbed the hem of the shirt, which was halfway dangling off of Joan’s shivering body. She hesitated.

  “I’m going to get this off of you, okay? Just relax for me.”

Skin was now clotted in the fabric, with blood additionally acting as a sort of glue to plaster the shirt in place. Howard searched for a give, but she couldn’t get very far without making Joan spasm. With no other choice, she pulled, and fresh layers of flesh came free as she did so. Joan wailed, pushing against Howard to try and get her away.

  “Stop! Stop!! It hurts!" Joan sobbed.

  “I know, honey, I know,” Howard said sadly, but the shirt had to go.

Howard finally untangled the tank top and set it aside. Over the course of thirty minutes since the reveal in the theater bathroom, more furrows of feathers and fluffy down have managed to grow out of the scars on Joan’s back. There were also iridescent white scales emerging out from where bits of flesh fell off, plating over the area around her shoulder blades. Just looking at it made Howard’s stomach feel weird and she quickly turned her attention back to Joan, who was starting to hyperventilate.

  “Shh, shh,” Howard cooed, holding the girl gently and making sure to avoid touching her sensitive back. She cradled Joan’s head against her chest and rocked her back and forth like a mother hen would do with her crying chick during a thunderstorm. “It’s okay. You’re okay, sweet girl. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Trembling talons gripped tightly to one of Howard’s sleeves and Joan had never seemed so small before. If she could barely handle something getting caught in her wounds, then Howard had no idea how the poor thing was going to get through literal appendages growing out of her back.

The bedroom door creaked open and Aragon peeked in, with Anne, Jane, and Cathy all eagerly looking over her shoulder. He stepped inside and set a bowl of water, antiseptic, a water bottle, and some rags on the nightstand. A frown settled on her feature when she saw the worsened state Joan was in.

  “Take care of her,” Aragon said to Howard.

  “I will.”

Howard waited a moment after Aragon left, listening for when the footsteps outside in the hallway finally retreated away, then tentatively untangled herself from Joan, who whimpered in resistance. She brushed some hair out of her sweaty face.

  “Lay down, sweetie. On your stomach.”

Joan obeyed, too exhausted and in pain to do anything else. She yelped out loud when a warm rag was pressed to one of the bumps on her back. It hurt at first, but then she relaxed as much as one could in her situation. She knew what was coming and that terrified her.

  “How’s work going?” Howard suddenly asked while wiping down the girl’s back. She’s trying to distract Joan.

  “Huh? Uhh-- Good.” Joan answered. The poor thing’s back muscles were so tensed up. Howard would have given her a massage if it weren’t for the fact that she didn’t know if that would help or hurt her. “I’m now-- I dunno. Ah-- Nevermind.”

Joan was still so nervous, even in her current situation. Always afraid of bothering someone for simply existing.

  “No, honey, go on,” Howard said. “Tell me. What are you doing now?”

Joan wrung her claws in the pink pillowcase in front of her head. “Umm-- I’m soap carving. I know that sounds silly, but, umm...it’s really satisfying.”

  “Is it?” Howard smiled down at her. At the same time, however, her gaze couldn’t help but drift over to Joan’s back. Even after wiping all the gross pus and blood and other residue off of it, it still looked absolutely awful. More skin had peeled off underneath the rag, revealing more scales underneath. At first she had thought they were red, but then realized that was just blood.

  “Uh huh,” Joan nodded, unaware of the horrors marring her upper back. “It’s so nice, Katherine. I really, really like it.”

  “I’m glad you found a good hobby for yourself,” Howard said. 

Joan went to reply, probably to tell her about all the pretty things she made out of soap she whittled away with her claws, but white hot agony seared up her spine, silencing her. She pressed her face into her pillow, choking on her words. Her fear seemed to come rushing back--or perhaps it never left--and Howard was quick to calm her down by saying nothing was happening yet.

  “I can’t do it, Kat,” Joan gasped, barely able to breathe over the unbearable pain she had to have been in. “I can’t. It hurts too much.”

Howard gently thumbed away her tears. She frowned sympathetically. “You have to, honey. I’m sorry.”

Joan laid her head back down, smothering her face against the pillow. Wet blotches from her tears stained the pink fabric, but Howard didn’t really care. As long as she was comfortable, it was okay.

But looking back down at her back, Howard knew the poor little hybrid was anything but comfortable.

She gently touched the plain of ruined flesh, and it was very soft beneath her fingertips. She attempted to feel for any signs of wings, but she couldn’t find anything but inflamed muscles and more scales she accidentally dug up. Maybe it wouldn’t even happen today. Although she couldn’t stand the thought of Joan being in pain any longer than she had to.

Beneath her hand, she felt Joan cough and shudder violently. Discolored feathers bristled further from her shoulder blades, clumping up and getting caught on her frayed skin. Quills were starting to grow out of her flesh, now, not just from the scars. It makes Howard’s own wings feel weird.

Finally, she took notice of Joan's heavy, uneven breathing and was quick to calm her.

  “Easy, sweetheart,” Howard murmured, gently stroking the girl’s hair, “Deep breaths, okay? In and out. You’re going to be okay.”

Joan whimpered and shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks. She barely even had the strength to lift her head. 

  “I’m gonna die,” She whispered hoarsely. “I’m gonna d-d-d--”

She coughed, signaling a panic attack. Howard leapt into action instantly.

  “Joan. Joan, listen to me, alright? I’m going to ask you a few questions. Do your best to answer.” Howard said. “Can you tell me five things you can see?”

Joan blinked deliriously before realizing what Howard was doing. She swallowed thickly and then went to speak, but no words came out. Frustration momentarily overcame her anxiety and panic. Howard helped her drink from the water bottle Aragon had brought in.

  “Window,” Joan forced out through her teeth, and had her canines always been that sharp before? “You. Curtains. Bookshelf. Blankets.”

Howard nodded, grabbing and squeezing one of Joan’s hands.

  “That’s right, sweet girl,” She said, “Okay, now what are four things you can feel?”

  “Pain.” Joan screwed her eyes shut and had to wait for the next wave of pain to dissolve away. “P-pillow. Your h-hand. Blankets.”

  “You’re doing great,” Howard said. “Three things you can hear?”

  “Your voice. Heartbeat. Heartbeat. Heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat--” Joan trails of dazedly, going dizzy from the pain, trembling harder. 

  “Breathe, baby, breathe,” Howard reminded her, and Joan snapped out of her trance. “I’m right here. You’re okay.”

Joan nodded shakily and tried to focus on some other sound, but she couldn't. 

  “I c-can’t hear anything else,” Joan said. “I’m sorry.” Her ears drooped sadly.

Howard squeezed her hand and gently lifted Joan’s chin with the other. She brushed her thumb across the girl’s cheek, making her press into the comforting touch hungrily.

  “That’s okay. Let’s move on, alright? What are two things you can smell?”

  “Blood.” Joan said quickly. “And your perfume.”

  “Very good, sweetheart, that’s very good. Now what’s one thing you can t--”

Howard didn’t get to finish her question, however. Nor would Joan be able to answer.

Joan suddenly whimpered sharply, digging her claws into the blankets.

It was happening.

A thunderous pain seared up the girl’s spine and into the rest of her body. The pain was festering, like a wound that would never close. Her heart throbbed heavily against her ribcage, threatening to break the bones apart and add to her suffering. Her muscles simultaneously pulsated and burned, deepening her anguish. They shifted underneath her skin, disgustingly twisting and bulging the taut, pale flesh.

The swollen areas on her back began to grow outward, skin straining with whatever was underneath. At this point, Joan was shrieking and crying loudly. Her flesh finally broke open from the pressure and folded appendages grew out from her shoulder blades, the sound of muscles tearing and tendons popping and bones resetting accompanying it. A sheen of pink and red fluids glistened upon the limbs.

Joan screamed from the pain and the wings stretched outward, flaring open, and splattered blood in a magnificent ruby arc across the room.

Wings, just like Cathy had expected.

Joan collapsed into the bed, sobbing in pain and gasping for air. Howard snapped out her awestruck trance from what she had just witnessed and lifted the girl’s head into her lap, stroking her hair in a calming way.

  “It’s okay, baby girl, it’s okay.” Howard murmured, “It’s over. You did it.”

Joan hiccuped, breathing harshly through her nose, and then blinked blearily. She tried to look over her shoulder, but winced and set her head back down, resuming panting like a tired dog.

  “Kat…” Joan moaned weakly.

  “Right here, baby,” Howard said to her, taking one of her hands. “Let’s see what we have here, why don’t we?”

Right now, it was impossible to tell what color the little downy wings were, as they were soaked in a coating of blood and other fluids, but Howard swore she could see some blue flecks peeking out. She smiled softly.

  “The hard part’s over, honey. I'm just going to clean them now, okay?” Joan tensed a little and Howard was quick to reassure her, "No, no, it won't hurt. I promise. It’ll feel good.”

Joan nodded and allowed Howard to start wiping away the blood and amniotic fluid. True to her word, it didn’t even hurt a little bit.

It did feel good.

Joan sighed softly, the tension slowly rolling away, and leaned against Howard.

Howard wiped in small, soothing circles as she cleared away the splattered mess upon the girl’s sore back, careful not to disturb her as she drifted between the stages of awareness and rest.

The queen was very careful while cleaning the pristine feathers until they were soft and gleaming, straightening them out as she went. As they dried, they fluffed up. Joan, despite being an older teenager and a fledgling, mainly had down at this stage. Howard rubbed her fingers through the portion she’s already completed and Joan cooed softly, leaning into her touch, the little wings fluttering slightly in contentment.

  “Do you like that?" She rubbed at the spot once more and smiled when she felt the lightest nod. “Well then, I'll have to do this a bit more, but I need to finish first."

Working her way through the small wings, over every feather, Howard took the time to ensure that nothing was left untouched. And when the gore was finally removed, the sight was breathtaking.

Even though the color was just starting to set in and the true masterpiece wouldn't show until she shed her baby-soft down and grew in the flight feather, Joan’s wings were strangely beautiful. The base was brilliant ebony and silver-brown, with tufts of mixed rich green and iridescent blue, as if emeralds and sapphires had been melted together and then flung all over her wings. 

And then she spread the wings to get the insides and saw that there were no feathers. Not a single quill. Instead, there was a plain of smooth white flesh. Just like the bat she took after from her Vesper side.

This little one truly was a hybrid. And what mind-boggling, breathtaking wings she had, indeed.

Joan was completely asleep when Howard finished completely. Howard unfurled her own wings and hooded them around Joan, just like a mother hen would with her own babies. And that’s exactly what she felt like. 

A few minutes later, some of the others peeked in.

  “Can we come in?” Aragon asked. “I don’t think I can wait any longer. And is she okay?” 

Howard chuckled and motioned for them to come inside. “Just stay quiet. She’s sleeping.”

Joan’s wings, what they would look like, had been a mystery since the day she was born. Everyone said she would never get a pair of her own, she would just remain a Flightless-hybrid freak her entire life, and yet here she was. And to see them now was a privilege only few would have firsthand. Who got to see them and when was completely up to the starling guarding the girl as if she were her own chick.

But Howard unfolded her wings away, letting them all see. Sapphire and green, ebony and silver shimmered in the lamplight. She could already see that Aragon was going to brag about this to everyone and anyone, all the time, for any reason.

  “Aren't they amazing?" Howard beamed.

  “Oh my,” Aragon murmured.

Aragon reached down to pet the wing nearest her, eyes darting up to Howard for such permissions that were needed. Her fellow queen nodded softly as a go ahead, and she ran her fingers through the soft down. She touched gently, so gently.

  “They are magnificent." She finally said, smiling when the wing fluttered under her hand. “What a strange little thing she is. Absolutely beautiful.”

Anne and Jane seemed to think otherwise, wrinkling their noses at the way her underwings had no feathers or when they saw the blood spattered all across the wall and ceiling, but were smart enough to keep their mouths shut. They left after a moment, having nothing nice to say, and Cathy soon followed after she was restricted from taking photos for research purposes.

  “Oh, look at her scales,” Aragon said. She brushed her fingertips over the ring of sparkling white scales around the base of Joan’s wings. Joan shuddered underneath her touch and Aragon smiled, chuckling softly. “She’s ticklish there. What a cutie.”

 “Isn’t she?” Howard grinned. “I’ve never seen something so peculiar, and yet so perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

Aragon spread her wings and enveloped Joan with them, overlapping Howard’s own. They stayed like that for the rest of the evening until Joan woke up, whimpering from aches and bruises from the growing process, and they sprung up, already prepared to tend to their girl.

[chronicallywasting]

Minor spoiler warning for things im working on below the cut!!

[Long post]

So lets start of with the story. At first it was gonna be how an enderman and an axolotl hybrid would interact. Sort of inspired by @ nachosforfree's one oc poat with a piglin and an enderman (i dont wanna tag lol).

The character Aether (who i named myself after) was originally from a different story, which one of my first artworks on here is from.

Ester was an entirely new character at the time, meant to be the companion of Aether, who already had an existing personality and backstory.

AETHERS DEVELOPMENT

Aether's original design was sort of meant to be an avatar for a fnaf fan comic i was working on. The avatar was just for authors notes and qnas and was in a much more cartoony style.

After I dropped that, I took that character (who was named Auden at the time) and turned it into Aether. (Fun fact: Aether originally used she/her pronouns, which is present in theur backstory) You can still see the original character at GoldSad-OnO on deviantart, my abandoned account.

At this point I had tuned Aether into a phantom. They sported my black and white hoodie, some oversized jeans, and a fnaf puppet mask (which I still plan on using for certain things) no skin or hair was shown.

After I got into dsmp, I wanted to turn them into a dsmp-sona. They were introduced as an axolotl hybrid then. I also wanted to have them have did (or another related personality disorder) obviously planning on doing plenty of research as to not misrepresent people with said disorder.

It was then theyre original backstory was created.

They were from a wealthy family underwater, and was an only child. Theyre father left when they were 6 and their mother was killed at a party 2 years later.

Aether was originally around 14, but after some development, was aged up to be an adult.

(Around this time I also used the same character, minus the system, as a character in a vent world i created)

After a while, I dropped the system aspect of them, and developed their character even more.

They were no longer a dsmp sona as well. I gave them the story before I created Ester after that development.

The story was about Aether and an unnamed character (i forgot the name) a deer hybrid who fell in love and wished for immortality but didnt get what they wanted.

They were cursed, one of them gaining immortality and the other being reincarnated with any and all past memories integrated into their minds untul they found each other, where they would switch roles and the process would start over again. This would happen until they fell out of love and moved on.

When the 1.17 update came out, I had created Ester to go along with Aether, dropping the previous story.

Aether was given theyre original backstory back, mixed in with themes of reincarnation.

Theyre backstory looked a little like this at this point:

Aether was raised as the princess of atlantis, an underwater city full of merlings and fullbreds (Ill explain those terms later) with their sisters, Adrian and Savannah. They lived a fairly normal life, as normal as it can be with an absent father.

Around the age of 14, their mother was killed at a banquet held for the people. They and their sisters escaped unharmed. They started gaining memories that werent theirs, learning they had lived hundreds of times before.

The beginning, before this reincarntaion process, was the first monster-human hybrid, a phantom hybrid. The hybrid was alone and asked a witch to give them friends, and so the witch became a friend.

The hybrid found some other nocturnal hybrids that they she made friends with, leaving the witch behind. The witch felt betrayed and cursed an eternal life spell- with a twist.

Now, Aether raises theyre younger siblings, and met Ester in the nether, where they were getting attacked by a piglin.

As of currently, ive scrapped that (or the most part) and Aether had become the god of the sky for my current project :)

ESTERS DEVELOPMENT

Ester is a fairly recent character. He's stayed the same for the most part- in terms of both character design an personality. He's kinder, and dislikes a newer character, Teleb (king of the end)

His character formerly was a bit flirty, and had liked Aether as more than just a friend.

He's the former general of the Ender royal guard and close friend of the queen of the end.

I havent done much for his character, and dont plan on doing so in the future. He will still be a character, but will be played by someone else ;)

TELEBS DEVELOPMENT

Teleb is more recent than Ester, created as a way to create conflict in the plot.

He was manipulative and had cheated on his wife, the queen, more than once. He wanted total control and hadnt cared for his child at all, only wanting a powerful heir. Overall, he was a horrible character, and meant to be so. He wasnt meant to gain any sympathy points from anyone, as he had no redeeming qualties.

The only major design change was his eyes going from purple to green.

Now, (hopefully) his character will be having more redeeming qualities, and maaaybe have some pining over mx. sky god over there

PAST STORY AND ITS LORE

The past story, going fro RE:➡Silent since June➡current form was a story with the main characters being Aether and Ester. Esters goal was to find the missing prince and Aethers was to find a home for them and their siblings.

It had many different species in its lore, including merlings (aquatic hybrids), quadrupedians (four-legged mammal hybrids), avians (flightless bird hybrids), elytrians (hybrids with wings that can fly), enderians (hybrids of end creatures), insectoids (hybrids with insects and arachnids), netherspawn (hybrids of nether creatures), mobspawn (monster hybrids), shifters (hybrids that can shift from an animal to hybrid to other animal/human/mob), and fullbreds (non-hybrids).

Different hybrids had their own civilzations and sub species. Shifters could only shift from one speices to another and had sub groups (ie. Dolphin shifter, Hoglin Shifter, Spider Shifter, etc.)

INTRODUCTION OF THE NEWEST VERSION OF THE STORY

This story has been revised, now taking the for of an smp :) it will be called the Passivesmp and will have multiple elements of the past story integrated into it. Hopefully, itll use the origins mod for extra detail and will be story-based.

There are some pre-existing characters that will need to be played, me taking on two of them: Passive and Aether.

The other pre-existing characters that need played are Teleb and Ester. Some extra roles are "the queen" and "the prince".

There wont be any applications of sort as i will ask friends i know if they wanna join. Instead of streaming it, it will be posted on my youtube channel which currently has no videos on it.

I wont tell any parts of the story ideas I have, as i want that to be a surprise. I hope to see you then!

[behindtherobinsmask]

tagged by @runnfromtheak

Rules: list the first lines of your last ten stories. See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. I write the most random things so if you can actually find a pattern then... let me know. Help a fool out. 

P.S. - I know it says opening line and not paragraph but come on, that doesn’t do any story justice.

Gonna do my tags before because this turned out to be longer than expected - @elwon @stevieraebarnes @epistemologys 

1. All The Times Damian Wayne Felt Loved 

This was a birthday fic I wrote for a darling friend of mine. The whole time I was writing this my biggest fear was that the characters were going to... just not be right. Still have that fear.

“Gripping onto a pillow, Damian walked down the dark halls of his grandfather’s house, uncertainty clouding every step that he made. At this hour of the night, no one seemed to be around yet he could feel eyes watching his every move. The eyes of the stars in the sky, the moon and the many trained soldiers that had years of practice when it came to blending into the shadows. It was their presence that forced him to walk with his head held high, to bat away the tears in his eyes and pretend that everything was alright. Pretend that he wasn’t afraid.”

2. To all the stars that are listening

Another birthday fic (maybe that was the pattern all along jk). I actually really enjoyed writing this fic because I felt like I was back in my zone (my zone being angst). Can’t wait to get started on the second part.

“Dick’s life had been anything but ordinary since he was a child. As someone who grew up in the circus, his morning was spent studying with the other kids that travelled with his troupe while in the afternoon, he practiced with his heart and soul to fly as beautifully as his parents. In the nights, he’d stand on the sidelines and watch them perform, absolutely awed by the way their bodies moved, each twist, each turn so seamless, every difficult stunt seemed easy in their skin. Clinging onto the edge of the tent, he wished with all his heart that someday, he could be just like them. A bird freed. With every wish, his voice grew louder and louder until somewhere, up above, a star heard his cry. It heard his desire to be free. The chains that grounded him slowly slipped away and he flew with practiced grace. And just as Dick spread his wings, his parents fell. Birds flightless.

Freedom he had asked for and freedom he had received.”

3. Come here, won’t you hold my hand?

Listen, I spend hours of my life playing genshin impact. Did you really think I wouldn’t write a fic for it? 

“After chasing the traveler away, Xiao sighed, wondering if now was the time to head back to Wangshu Inn. There he could stay away from the harbour and its people, away from the wishes made on stars that could never hear them, away from their fragile happiness that he could shatter with a single touch. Someone like Xiao, so burdened with sins, could never mingle among the mortals without bringing harm. Wherever he went, only misery ever followed. But even though he knew that it would be best for him to leave, a part of him, as silly as it was, worried that the journey back would make him miss out on the opportunity to see an old friend. While he never attended the Lantern Rite in Liyue, he always made sure to catch a glimpse of the Mingxiao lantern that always honored the adepti. It was only at that moment that he could lose himself to the past momentarily and remember a time when he wasn’t so alone, when his battle wasn’t only his to fight.”

4. Jon Kent Must Die

A jaydick flashfic challenge gave birth to this crack series and I will happily go down with this ship. I’ve written too many of these and maybe, in the future I’ll write more. Who will stop me? God? I don’t think so. 

“Damian was sick and tired of his siblings.

Never had he met two people who were so dependent on their partners that they needed them around 24/7. It didn’t matter whether it was day or not, whether they were at the manor or in their respective homes, wherever his brothers went, their fool boyfriends seemed to follow. The obligatory family dinner had been turned into a circus with Todd’s usual clownery that had Damian rolling his eyes so hard that sometimes he was afraid they’d just pop out of his skull. Kent was no better. In fact, on more than one occasion, he had encouraged Todd’s rambling as though he was God’s chosen prophet, sharing his truth with the world. Damian really wished, just for a day, the two of them would simply go away. It wasn’t that he missed his siblings or anything. He just wished to have a conversation with Richard that didn’t end with him wanting to stab someone. Hopefully a 5’11 man with black hair with a streak of white and deep green eyes that could find a conspiracy in Titus’s preferred pose for napping.”

5. I wanna be in your arms by the sea (studying your freckles so curiously)

Yes. It’s another genshin impact fic. Sue me. (Please don’t I’m broke).

“Every night, Zhongli saw the same dream.

Caressed by the gentle winds of the Guili plains, he watched over his people, Guizhong’s people as they lived in prosperity, enjoying the calm and gentle wind that wrapped around them. Serenity was a blessing and they had an abundance of it. In the beginning, when Guizhong had described such a scene, something knit carefully in her imagination, he had not believed her. But now that he was seeing with his own two eyes, he was glad that he had agreed to her terms. Glad that he had formed a contract that had been beneficial for all.”

6. I stay up late and talk to the moon (And I can’t stop telling her all about you)

A christmas exchange fic that I loved writing because it really got me back into the writing for jaydick. It had been a while since I touched anything fandom related. Then this story happened. 

“According to Jason, there weren’t many things that Bruce really got right. Not with his rules that could never be bent for anyone or his sickeningly righteous sense of justice. But if there was one thing Bruce excelled in, it was throwing the world’s most boring party ever. Every event that ever took place in the Wayne manor was the same. Classical music. Champagne flutes. Appetizers that could never replicate Alfred’s cooking and finally, the same old rich folks of Gotham who needed to be filled in on the latest gossip lest they melt into a puddle.”  

7. Now I’m going down on you (proving what I want is true) Who told me I could write smut? Please take away my license. “Click. Click. Click. With a heavy sigh, Dick switched off the TV and tossed the remote aside after an hour of clicking through the channels, unable to find anything that would keep his mind occupied. Two weeks ago, during a drug bust with the rest of the bats, Dick had suffered an injury to his shoulder which he considered rather minor. But Alfred and Barbara said otherwise as he was benched until he healed, his own city taken over by other vigilantes while he was forced to sit at home and entertain himself with murder mysteries with plot twists he saw coming from a mile away. Unfortunately, even when he hit the gym to let go of some restless energy, he could only do the most basic of workouts, the kind that simply weren’t enough for someone who was so used to being active all day long.”

8. Wayne Boys Unsolved

Another crack fic that I really enjoyed writing. Poor Yvonne though. She was really suffering. 

“Yvonne’s body was thrumming with excitement as she peeked out the window of her room, her eyes falling on the black car that just pulled up in front of her house. Four boys stepped out, ones that she was so very familiar with. After all, she had spent many nights watching every single video they uploaded on their blog. They were paranormal investigators of sorts, the kind that didn’t believe in the supernatural and lived to debunk the stories that revolved around each haunted location. Because people loved to watch them so, both alive and dead, the boys had become famous in every circle possible.”

9. You make me wanna die (I’m burning up in the light)

Another birthday fic and the first dark story I ever wrote. Writing this was fun but also nerve-wracking. 

“I think we need a break.

Two years, three months, four days and seven hours. That was how long it had been since Jason had said those words to Dick, sitting in the middle of the bed they shared, silk sheets pooled around his scarred waist, the white of his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, droplets of it swimming down his throat and across his bare chest that was bruised red with bite marks, across the autopsy scar that he had been reborn with. He looked like a picture, each feature painted so delicately with colours that pulled, that hypnotised and drowned. The fingers of his right hand flexed, parted and then brushed across the back of his neck, tracing the bond mark that tied him down to Dick, shuddering slightly under the imprint, his heady scent spreading across the room like a drug. Strong, so fucking strong that Dick could still taste it on his tongue. Looking like that, after everything they had done, when he opened his mouth, when he said the words that had been sitting on the tipping of his tongue, it was only to end everything that they were.”

10. Come fire up the night (make me feel alive)

Who told me I could write smut (2)

“Staring at the ceiling of his apartment, Dick lay in his bed, tired but unable to fall asleep, the ticking of the clock haunting him. Tick. He took in a deep breath. Tock. He closed his eyes. Tick. He tried to sleep. Tock. Every memory of Jason came rushing back to him. The dark hair with a streak of white that framed his chiselled face. The plump lower lip that he often dreamt about kissing, pulled between his teeth until Jason was groaning. The freckles that were scattered across his nose and cheeks. Those deep green orbs that gleamed with mischief, teasing and taunting, burning with unbridled fury, one look enough to make Dick’s knees tremble. And as goosebumps spread across his arms, he found himself waking up, lest he did something that he knew he would regret. Like calling up Jason and confessing feelings that were better left unspoken, buried in a special graveyard from which there would be no sudden resurrections.”

[softbiker]

A Familiar Place - Part 1

A recovery story - this series follows some events in the first year of Bucky’s life back stateside, and his small adventures while learning to come home to himself. This is not an “x Reader” or romance story.

Warnings: some language, probably sloppy editing

A/N: I’m posting the first part of this story to celebrate hitting 100 followers this weekend! Thank you so much everyone! I’m having a blast with this writing blog. This story probably won’t be updated as fast as Born to Run since I don’t have it all written out yet, but I still wanted to post it. Tagging @bitsandbobsandstuff since she answered my question about Steve’s coffee order :) As always, let me know what you think and if you like it!

There’s a stack of books next to his bed that need to go back to the library. Probably overdue, he thinks, and he hasn’t read a single page. He feels a little guilty for it as he stares at their spines, blinking slow and sleepy.

A knock at the door.

“Hey man, you ready?” Sam pokes his head in, eyebrows up and expectant.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky nods. Finishes lacing his sneakers. Grabs a baseball cap from the doorknob on his way.

Steve is waiting by the front door, rolling his shoulders underneath a (frankly ridiculous) tight blue shirt. The corner of his mouth quirks up when he turns.

“Mornin’, Buck.”

“Morning.”

“He’s so damn chipper in the mornings,” Sam grins, slapping Bucky’s shoulder. “I feel perky just standing next to you, Tin Man.”

Bucky narrows his eyes but says nothing, just watches Steve shake his head like a fond mother. He knew by now that their animosity was mostly a pretense.

“Ready to go?” the Captain asks, rubbing his hands together, eager and alert despite the bags under his own eyes. Bucky suspects that Steve stays up to see if he needs him, listening for the sounds of his nightmares. He feels a little guilty for that, too.

They do a quick warm up outside, some leg swings and lunges and jumping jacks to get the blood flowing. It’s mostly for Sam - Bucky doesn’t know if it’s possible for him or Steve to pull a muscle, but it definitely won’t be on their morning runs. But they do the routine together anyways, the three of them, their breaths puffing in the spring morning air.

It’s only a couple of miles from their place to Prospect Park, and Bucky and Steve jog at a reasonable pace for Sam’s sake. The conversation is easy between them now - Sam’s date last week with the nurse from the medical wing, Steve’s painting class, Bucky’s therapy sessions. He’s noncommittal on any specifics, but he admits that he thinks they help. And that’s enough - Sam and Steve don’t press him, happy to have him out and moving and living under a sunrise. They take a few laps through the curving paths of the park, nodding to other early morning runners.

About 6 miles in, Bucky yawns.

“Are we gonna actually run today, Rogers, or are we letting the flightless bird set the pace?”

Steve cocks an eyebrow and glances to his left at Sam, the only member of their trio with a collection of sweat on his chest and under his arms and little beads of it running down his face.

“If you think you can keep up, jerk.”

Sam is left behind somewhere around the lake, yelling something about not being afraid to “beat senior citizen ass.”

Here’s the thing about being a super soldier: it doesn’t feel that crazy most of the time. Bucky knows he’s not straining when he moves an entire rack of weights in the gym, or lifts the back end of a car to help put a jack under it. Tony rented out batting cages for the team one time, and he broke the bat on the first swing, simultaneously popping the stitches on the ball. He plays this little game sometimes where he tries to balance as much weight as he can on his index finger - he’s managed 40 pounds so far on his human hand.

But none of that feels special when he does it. Being strong is just a fact about him. It doesn’t make him feel superhuman. “Enhanced”.

Running, though.

When he and Steve go for runs, legs stretching forward and pavement barely felt as it flows beneath their feet, the world feels different. Slower. They dart around the joggers and strollers in their path, and Bucky watches them slip behind him in slow motion. They propel their bodies like bullets, their cadence the rapidfire staccato of a machine gun. The trees ebb and grow in cresting waves of green as the soldiers fly past.

Flying, Bucky thinks. That’s how he feels now.

Steve is a half beat ahead of him, and his head turns in profile, eyes cutting to find Bucky’s. The corner of his lip twitches.

“Tired yet?”

“Not on your life, punk.”

Steve laughs as he nearly doubles their pace, legs a blur to the eyes of everyone they pass. Bucky follows, gripping the bill of his cap as it threatens to fly up at their speed. He shifts it around backwards, the way he sees Sam wear his sometimes. They turn up the periphery of the park to the northeast, chasing the half-risen sun, now above the buildings and trees around them. Bucky can see the shape of the public library as they pass by, the bronze gate gleaming in the morning light. Some of his old gear, Army stuff and boxing gloves and pictures of him and Steve sitting on the hood of a jeep in France, had been on display with their historical collection when he got here - got home - a few months ago. Sam showed him when they went there; Bucky had leaned close, tried to recognize that kid under the glass.

The supersoldiers put in about 20 miles before they decide to find Sam, now that they’ve finally broken a sweat. Cutting across the grass, they slow their pace to human level and look for their friend. Sam is still by the lake, stretching in the grass while laughing with a girl with a long braided ponytail and crazy tight workout clothes. Bucky and Steve share a look as they jog across the lawn, but act polite when the starstruck girl realizes who Sam’s running buddies are.

After taking a couple selfies with them, the girl jogs off to get ready for work, ponytail swinging behind her. Steve raises an eyebrow in Sam’s direction.

“So, what about that nurse?”

Sam gives him the finger.

***************************************************************************************

“Look man, all I’m saying is, you could give it a shot,” Sam shrugs, sipping from his to-go cappuccino. “I mean, who knows, there’s probably plenty of ladies out there who are into this whole thing.” He waves the coffee cup to gesture to Bucky’s entire body.

Bucky frowns. “I have a thing?”

“Sure, you know the brooding, emotionally tortured, dark past kinda thing.” Sam slaps his shoulder. “Lean into it, chicks dig that.”

Bucky nearly chokes on his own drink as he glares at Sam. Steve hides his smile behind his complete monstrosity of a drink. A limited edition something, the clear cup holds 20 ounces of frozen tie-dye, swirling in red, blue, and yellow, and topped with a mountain of whipped cream. Steve Rogers, ever the little shit, had ordered this drink with a straight face, and now slurps loudly on his straw, while taking breaks to run his finger through the whipped cream. Bucky can see the name “Cap” scrawled in neat sharpie on the side of the cup, with a star drawn next to it.

“I’m not interested, okay,” Bucky shrugs, dodging a piece of gum on the sidewalk. They had gotten coffee on their walk back to the brownstone, and were discussing a topic that now made Bucky’s skin crawl with discomfort - women.

“Hey, you don’t have to be looking for a wife,” Sam goes on. “But it wouldn’t hurt you to download an app or two. Tinder. Bumble. Something.”

“Aw, lay off him, Sam,” Steve finally speaks up, shaking his head. “Bucky’s not ready. Maybe he’ll feel like it when he’s back to his old lady killer self.”

Bucky cringes at the phrase, at the half-formed memories it conjures. A swaggering Brooklyn kid who spent far too much time combing his hair and winking at pretty girls. He remembers tucking flowers into the lapel of his suit jacket, spending hours shining his shoes, just to spend a night dancing with some pretty girl he’d never see again. He could barely bring himself to talk to strangers anymore, let alone ask one on a date.

“Shut up, Rogers,” he mumbles into his coffee. “That Bucky is dead and buried.”

He doesn’t have to look to know that Steve’s face has that stricken grimace he pulls whenever Bucky says something dark and self-deprecating. He wishes he could say those things without making Steve feel guilty, cause now he feels guilty…

“I didn’t mean anything by it, Buck…”

“I know, I know,” Bucky waves him off. “Just quit tryin’ to set me up, both of you. Let an old man rest, will you? Jeez…”

His little joke is enough to put Steve and Sam at ease again, and the conversation turns to Steve’s equally lackluster love life until they reach their place and shuffle up the front steps. Ivy creeps and climbs up the walls for this entire block of buildings, and Bucky wonders if someone planted it there. He likes the lush green of it, especially in the morning.

The 3 of them part ways to hit the showers. In his room again, Bucky’s eye is drawn back to his sad little pile of books.

Sam is smart. An asshole, yes, but smart. Which is why his book choices tend to include biographies, history, political topics - the stack on the nightstand includes only one novel, a recent bestseller about a retired veteran adopting a dog. Bucky remembers reading, being a reader - he remembers bringing home books from school or trading them at the bookstore or receiving them as gifts from Steve. But not those kinds of books. Nothing boring. Nothing to remind him of the uncertain, hard world he lived in.

He stares at the spines of Sam’s books for a few more moments, then hurries through the shower, his mind made up.

***************************************************************************************

“Um, excuse me,” he clears his throat at the front desk. “I need to return these, but, uh. I think - well, they’re overdue.”

Bucky tries a smile at the clerk, a middle-aged woman with a short-cropped haircut, but he can feel how unnatural it looks on his face. The clerk raises an eyebrow at him - he realizes he should have waited a bit before coming here; the tips of his hair are still wet, tiny wet spots coloring the shoulders on his hoodie.

“Well, let’s scan them and see,” she sighs, pulling his books across the desk. Bucky shifts, his hands curling and uncurling in his front pockets. The old Bucky could probably charm his way out of the fine, but this one? Not a chance in hell, Barnes. The librarian grabs the first book and scans the barcode taped to the plastic jacket.

His books are 13 days overdue - costing him a grand total of $5.20. He thinks of Steve’s now expensive coffee habit as he hands over the bill and change. There goes one of his frozen sugar nightmares.

With his fine taken care of, Bucky wanders his way through the fiction section, his eyes passing over names and titles without catching on anything. Sam’s books weren’t his taste. But he doesn’t even remember his own taste. Gloved fingers drift over the shelves, tapping on the wood.

“Can I help you find something?”

Bucky is embarrassed to be so startled - his head jerks around to see the old man standing there, a warm smile on his face. His shoulders are stooped a little, hands clasped behind his back as he tilts his head up to meet Bucky’s eyes.

“No...well, I don’t know,” Bucky huffs. “I don’t really know what I’m looking for.”

“Oh, I see,” the man nods. The crooked name tag on his striped shirt reads ‘Marvin’. “Would you like some recommendations, then?”

Bucky hesitates, quirking the corner of his mouth down.

“I guess so,” he nods. “I like...fiction. But I haven’t really read anything in a long time.”

Marvin nods quietly, pursing his lips. His eyes pass over the shelves behind his coke bottle glasses, tapping a finger to his chin.

“Follow me,” he shuffles down the aisle, waving a hand behind him. Bucky obeys, turning the corner onto the next set of author’s names. Marvin’s mouth moves silently as he walks along, searching and searching.

“Aha! Here we go.” He reaches up to a shelf at eye level, taking a book and showing Bucky the front cover. “This has been a classic since it was published, really. And the author wrote a trilogy that followed. It’s fantasy, maybe that’s your thing?”

“I...I’m trying new things,” Bucky decides, clearing his throat as he takes the book, admiring the pastoral scene on the cover. “Um, you said he wrote other books?”

Marvin smiles and turns back to the shelf, reaching for the adjacent books.

******************************************************************************************

Bucky’s backpack makes a ‘thunk’ sound as he drops it next to his bed, closing the door with his foot. He had loaned all four books that Marvin suggested, eager as he read their inside covers. Maybe he and Steve and Sam could watch the movie adaptations sometime, on one of their pizza nights. He had always opted out of choosing a movie, so overwhelmed by the options and apathetic to Sam’s DVD library. But maybe he would suggest it to Steve next time. Steve would like that.

He toes off his sneakers, shuffling back and messing up the comforter on his perfectly made bed. When he first moved in, he thought the room was furnished with way too many pillows - who needs more than one pillow? Now he fluffs the three behind his back and props himself up against the headboard, leaning over to slip the first book out of his backpack. He settles back on his bed, folds back the cover to the first chapter.

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.”

Tags

@vacant-writings

[purplesurveys]

682

what is your favorite kind of ice cream? This is in nearly every survey but uhhh cookies and cream. I also like queso real. if people could read your mind, what would they usually find? These days you’d find it almost empty, honestly. I’m nearly out of stuff to do, they’ve suspended online classes so I can’t be productive for school anyway, and I spend most of my days sleeping. In my defense it IS my way of catching up on rest after being excruciatingly burned out from January to the first few days of March, but it’s only a matter of time until I’m fully recharged again and I have to look for other ways to kill time. who do you talk to on the phone most often? My girlfriend. This question is super timely too, lmao. That’s all we can do these days. what's a song that makes you feel happy? Countdown by Beyoncé. It’s like Love on Top’s overlooked sister. what celebrity would you like to meet? Kristen Stewart or Hayley Williams, but they’re WORLDS cooler than me and I feel like I’d just unconsciously act stupid if I do meet them. 

Side note: So Paramore always calls a fan up on stage during their shows to sing Misery Business and I already have had a chance to be that fan. Usually the fans elbow each other to get to the front so Hayley has a better chance of seeing them and picking them. But knowing how much cooler Hayley is than me, I never volunteered and I was happy to stay unseen hahaha. what's the best concert you've ever been to? Paramore the second time. Coldplay was also BEAUTIFUL but it technically doesn’t count because Gabie and I watched the show from the top floor of a nearby parking lot – we weren’t actually in the concert grounds. Still a hell of an experience, though. what is your favorite clothing store? Independent stores that sell whatever fashion trends are making the rounds on Instagram is usually enough for me. H&M used to be my fave but I haven’t bought anything from there in a while. how did you meet your best friend? I met Angela in Grade 1 because our class numbers were right next to each other – I was 8 and she was 9. I met Gabie from a mutual friend. do you need money to be happy? Yes. I’m materialistic as fuck and I’m not even gonna try to hide it haha. what is something you do well? Getting kids and/or dogs to like me is one. what's a good idea you've had recently? Nothing’s really come up. This lockdown/school break hasn’t been requiring me to use my brain cells at all. what is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? Fried rice, sunny side eggs, hot dogs, and bacon. Sometimes I’ll also be in the mood for tapa, which tastes heavenly at breakfast. how far in advance do you prefer to plan? It depends on what I am planning... < Pretty much. I know what I want to be doing in the next five years, but at the same time I don’t know what I plan to do in the next five days. do you like to wear high heels? I love trying them on, wearing them to events, and how I look in them; but they never seem to like me. My toes or ankle usually start bleeding by the 2nd or 3rd hour of having them on. how many slices of pizza do you usually eat? Two or three. Four if I’m really hungry. can you remember life without technology? what was it like? Not really. I did grow up around gadgets, and before I was 4 I was already watching my cousins and uncles play the PS1. I don’t think I know of a world without technology beyond radio and TV considering I’m from Gen Z; but at the same time, it was also a time when adults were still a little wary of these new gadgets, so us kids weren’t allowed to use our Gameboys and PSPs for too long, and we were always encouraged to play outside. what gift would you like to receive? I just want a taste of outside/restaurant food again, dude. To be fair to my dad who’s a chef, he knows how to handle his ingredients and we still get to eat delicious meals despite the lockdown... but it doesn’t stop me from missing Frankie’s or Yabu.

what's the last thing you paid for? I paid for gas when I drove up to Gabie’s house like, three weekends ago. It was the last time I got to be outside before they implemented the suspension of classes. what's the last movie you watched? I think it was Titanic, when it was newly added to Netflix. do you remember your dreams? I’ll remember it sometimes, but my memory lifespan for dreams is only a couple of days. I have to write it down on my phone if it’s a dream I particularly don’t want to forget. do you play any instruments? No. I do know a couple of melodies on the piano, but I’m a phony and can’t say I genuinely know how to play the tunes – I can’t read notes, the way I position my fingers on the keys is abysmal, and I only know/memorize which keys to press because I watch YouTube covers over and over. do you always smile for pictures? Yeah. I find my neutral face super ugly so I always smile for the camera. what are you most excited about right now? I can’t say I’m excited for anything right now... it’s hard to be, with everything that’s been happening. I can’t even be excited for my own birthday next April, which might also get hit by the lockdown. if you had $5 in your pocket what would you spend it on? I’d do a quick run to a convenience store and get myself bottles of soju and mudshake to keep me company during this boring-ass break. how often do you buy things via the internet? Very seldom. I prefer spending my money on eating out. would you like to live in a different country? if so which one? Yeah absolutely, I always think of places to live in other than my own because this country really is the worst to be stuck in. I keep thinking Canada, Australia, and New Zealand. what animal would you see first if you went to the zoo? I dunno, I’ve never been to a ZOO zoo. But if I remember correctly, the ecopark we have in my high school has birds like the Philippine eagle and peacock as the first few animals you see. if you could switch places with someone for a day, who would it be? It’d be interesting to see how it feels like being Blue Ivy for even just 30 minutes lmao. do you prefer the aisle, middle, or window seat on a plane? Window, then middle, then aisle.  what's your favorite song from a movie? Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron & Wine that got played in Twilight and Breaking Dawn. where would you like to volunteer? If I could, I’d be helping the homeless in Metro Manila affected by the lockdown at the moment and give them food and clothes, considering our national government isn’t doing jack shit to help them. would you rather go out for dinner or cook at home? Go out for dinner precisely because I can’t cook. who sent the last text message you received? It was from my service provider saying I’m out of data for the week. what's your favorite flower? Peonies. what's the last song you listened to? I Will Always Think of You, from the BoJack Horseman soundtrack. do you like being alone? There are moods that I prefer it. Tonight is one of those nights, so yes. what was the last thing you ate? Chicken wings that my dad made for dinner. how do you find new music? Spotify is amazing at making recommendations based on the songs/artists you already listen to. I also get suggestions from friends. what is your dream travel destination? Thailand, Turkey, or Greece. if you could play any instrument what would it be? The piano. what's your favorite city? Locally, Makati or Vigan. Internationally, and that I’ve been to, Bali. what's the last youtube video you watched? I was watching BuzzFeed’s Worth It series. SO good, and so rewatchable. where are you going on your next trip? I dunno if we’re planning anything because of the virus. My next vacation might already be something I fund myself, once I get a job. what are you currently addicted to? Seafood.