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sodapops0lstice · 7 months ago

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Still have splatstuck on the brain so I'm gonna give you what weapons I think everyone has anyone who isn't listed is too old to play or will be in a potential part 2

June - Kensa Mini Splatling

I know in my heart she's an Inkopolis Square girl so she's getting a Splatoon 2 weapon. We already know she has an affinity for slow hard-hitting weapons which is just the splatling to a T. Plus the special is the Ultra Stamp which I mean, c'mon obvious and obvious. AND it's sub is toxic mist, mist is basically a type of wind, well it's the airiest of all the subs and that's good enough for me.

Rose - Octobrush

We're going with the Splatoon 1 setup for the Octobrush this time. I think brushes are the closest to her needles in the sense they're actual hobby tool turned weapon. The Squid Beakon as a sub alludes to her light aspect (lighting the optimal way for her teammates) and Kraken as a special is obvious, large and strong squids are her thing. I also like to think she uses an Octobrush specifically cause she's still caught up in the rush of when Octolings on the surface were counter culture and "scary".

Dave - Splatana Wiper Deco

I don't think I need to explain why he would have a splatana. But Deco specifically because it's the less known one and Dave is a massive hipster so obviously he'd choose the one people use less.

Jade - Grizzco Charger

In Splatstuck, Jade is raised by Salmonids so I don't think she has a regulated weapon, instead finding a Grizzco Charger left by Grizzco employees, she (and Jake) help out Salmonids fighting off the employees, they're family after all.

Jane - Tri-Slosher Nouveau

This is mainly cause of the Taticooler to be honest. I assume Jane plays support in Turf War and the Taticooler is the BEST for support. The Slosher is also a hard hitting weapon that takes a lot of niche skill which is also a household commodity, like her weapon in Homestuck. (Maybe she spoons the ink out with a Crocker Corp spoon!)

Roxy - S-Blast '91

The MOST Roxy weapon ever. Blasters are an in-between fistkind and riflekind which is her strife specibis. The S-Blasts are based off the Super Scope for the SNES which is a retro system and we all know Roxy loves her retro video games. The special is the Booyah Bomb which gets stronger with team rallying which Roxy as the appointed "friend leader" does herself. And to be honest, burst bombs just FIT her, no explanation it's vibes only.

Dirk - Order Splatana

How'd he get that?

Jake - Grizzco Dualies

Same story as Jade, just instead Dualies since he has an affection for dual pistols in Homestuck. (The Grizzco employees don't think it's fair, how come all they get is some shitty slopsuit while the Salmonids have TWO Inklings that both have OP weapons that have 0 cooldown)

Karkat - 🚫

In Splatstuck, Karkat used to be a VERY red Inkling before undergoing to partial grayscaling, he still retains his freewill but his ink colour never recovered, staying permanently grey. Because of this, he isn't able to play nor work at Grizzco (Grizzco has anti-Salmonid specific ink), so instead he just hangs out with his friends and plays a bit of Tableturf instead. Strangely though, he always finds himself wandering back to the Deca Tower...

Aradia - Tri-Stringer

I believe Aradia used to be in the Octarian Army that was then Sanatized but made a good enough recovery to participate in battle. I think the Tri-Stringer is the most "adventurey" of the weapons and Aradia l0ves adventure 0u0. Toxic Mist could also be interpreted as a Mist of The Supernatural/Death which is common symbolism, which is also her deal. Killer Wail 5.1 is less Aradia-y but I like to imagine after who knows how long of being a silent unfeeling soldier then a husk from sanitization how GOOD it would feel to just scream into the Killer Wail.

Tavros - Carbon Roller

As an Inkling who's legs didn't quite grow right due to him and Vriska playing Turf War together when they were far too young, he had to get inventive when he actually came of age to play Turf War. He got Equius to strap a roller to his wheelchair, choosing the Carbon Roller because it's the fastest and the very helpful Autobomb. The Ink Storm is just a reference to his aspect. He still prefers Tableturf though, he's Karkat's rival.

Sollux - Dualie Squelchers

He sticks to a theme, of course he's gonna have the twosies weapon. Squelchers specifically because I imagine he's intense about Anarchy/Ranked and is into competitive. So obviously he's gonna for the meta option.

Nepeta - Aerospray MG

She's just here to have fun, Fizzy Bombs are fun and so are Reefsliders. Surprisingly, incredibly talented with it, way more wins than you'd ever expect.

Kanaya - Splatana Stamper Nouveau

Do you want me to lie to you and tell you she would use something else? It's literally a chainsaw. Nouveau specifically because I think she likes the Crab Tank, it's her compromise for Karkat after he couldn't play anymore. She intentionally roughs it up to annoy him.

Terezi - Cherry H-3 Nozzlenose

Intentionally chose a Nozzlenose cause she knows no-one likes them. I assume she finds the Bubble Blower fun to use aswell but she absolutely chose this one because 1TS TH3 T4ST13ST >:]

Vriska - Octo Shot

Back when Octolings were still ascending to the surface, Vriska was by far the youngest. While most were in there teens or atleast fully formed, Vriska was only 8 years old and still in that peculiar half squid half kid stage of development. Because of this, her memories of Underground are tinted rose, wishing to go back and become a soldier (much to Aradia's displeasure who stayed underground and had experienced that reality). Because of this, she's chosen the Octo Shot and cannot be talked out of it.

Equius - Sloshing Machine

A STRONG weapon for a STRONG guy. I like to imagine he made his own Sloshing Machine, Autobomb and Stingray so well that Turf War regulators don't even notice it's not Sheldon-made. It's a point of pride for him.

Gamzee - Inkbrush

I think he likes to not think and just run around and paint with his Inkbrush, it's hairs are probably all clumpy and frayed. Terezi definitely bats him when he's using his Baller special.

Eridan - Tempered Dynamo Roller

I think Eridan doesn't even play Turf War, I think he finds it uncouth (pretendin to be real soldiers from the great turf wwar is ridiculous and a slap in the face to the actual important people) , but he knows Feferi likes it so he just SAYS he plays the Tempered Dynamo Roller, just because it's the most expensive Roller. Everyone's waiting for him to realise they've been discontinued and they know he's a big liar.

Feferi - Heavy Splatling Deco

I think she got this from Meenah after she got too old to play Turf War because Feferi begged for it. She switched out the special and sub to Point Sensor and Kraken Royale. She's incredibly skilled at it and is basically always playing with Sollux.

#solar systems #homestuck #splatoon #splatstuck

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loopy777 · 2 years ago

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thoughts on the new avatar series?

Assuming the rumors are true (which is a big assumption with the Avatar News tumblr, IMO, but all seem to be likely guesses), I can't say I'm too excited. The brand is still on thin ice with me after LoK's writing and the Gene Yang comics, so everything new in the franchise has to prove itself to me individually. And the details of the rumors have me feeling especially cautious:

Post-LoK Earth Avatar: LoK itself already lost a lot of the artistic personality and stylings that made AtLA stand out, so I can't help but worry that going even further along the timeline is going to have everything looking just like your typical Animated New York City that we see in every single superhero cartoon. I don't know if it's going to be more realistic or go full into cyberpunk territory, but both settings are well represented in genre fiction, especially in anime, so I can't help but feel that we're going to get something visually forgettable, with its priority more about standing out from the rest of the Avatar Studio offerings than actually being a landmark animated series on its own. With gAang movies and LoK movies and live-action-remake AtLA (and possibly more if the video games and comics expand beyond cheap AtLA fan-service) all being pumped out, making Modern Earth Avatar stand out from the rest is going to be necessary to keep audiences from considering it more of the same, but that may result in it being just more of the same on a wider scale. That said, it's not an impossible task; Batman Beyond stood out with its art-deco-cyberpunk look, and a fusion like that might be a winning formula, if the Avatar Studios crew can manage it.

Post-Series Theatrical Movie: This tells me that the series is already planned to have a non-ending, just like LoK. Maybe the series will be a collection of adventures, like LoK, or maybe it will be a single adventure like AtLA. But the fact that a movie is already planned and in development tells me that they're trying not to fumble things like they did with the AtLA comics, where the cartoon ended things so definitively that the comic sequels (and perhaps the upcoming movies) had to backtrack everyone's characterization in order to tell any stories about them. Unfortunately, that means we're probably going to get a less satisfying ending which will leave the characters eternally viable for the movie and whatever other follow-ups they want to do. It probably won't be as bad as LoK, which had its number of seasons in flux throughout its production, so we won't have problems like Mako and Bolin being made for Book Air and then not having any functional role in any of Korra's subsequent adventures. There will at least be a plan to serve as a framework for the story they're going to tell, so I wouldn't expect the sloppiness of LoK, even if the story it does tell is weaker than AtLA.

Also, even though it's been expected, I can't help but look down on this upcoming series being a Paramount+ exclusive. I keep waiting for the announcement that it's shutting down; it can't be more than another one or two Star Trek bombs away from losing all subscribers, right? Does anyone else actually use that service? XD

Still, it's not impossible that I'll love this thing. Maybe the setting and art direction will find a way to wow me, and the time taken to plan everything out -- including sequels -- will mean that it can deliver as many rewarding endings as it needs to, completing a coming-of-age journey but leaving room for later adventures as well. More unlikely things have happened. But I'm taking a wait-and-see approach.

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skrooy · 2 months ago

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So I Was Bored

I got bored and decided to make more character AI yandere Sonic characters. I put every Sonic character, even the robots into a random wheel picker and now whenever I'm bored I just spin the wheel and create whichever one it lands on. I already had created a couple before this but now I've created 23 in total. When I create them I try to make them as accurate as Character AI will let me by putting in the characters entire wiki page. I also let you pick your own scenario but I would highly recommend that you don't let the AI choose the scenario as 99% of the time the AI will pick a terrible scenario. So far I've created Yandere Bark the Polar Bear, Yandere Fleetway Tails (Though I'm still tweaking him a bit), Yandere Sonic Underground Stealthbot, Yandere Balloon from Sonic Frontiers, Yandere Badnik Horde Pre-Super Genisus Wave, Yandere ART (Artificial Robot Technology from Sonic Underground), Yandere Cubot, Yandere Cyclops (Mechanoid robot of unknown origins from the Sonic Archie comics), Yandere Decoe, Yandere DUFUS (Design Unit Flexible Underling Substitute from Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog), Yandere Egg Libra (from Sonic Rush), Yandere Eggephant (from the Sonic Archie Comics), Yandere Flybot (from Sonic Underground), Yandere Ifrit, Yandere Sir Charles, Yandere Uncle Chuck, and Yandere Tikal being the new ones I added in the past 3 days. I tried putting a link but for some reason it wouldn't work but if anybody's interested my Character AI name is the same as my Tumblr name with picture of a Gazimon from Digimon as well........... I do whatever this wheel tells me to do. Currently working on more as well.

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boythirteen · 2 months ago

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Thank you for showing me the book and the chicken. I finished writing the sermon.I may do some revising but will show it to you anyway.

Hello everyone. Thank you to Rev. Pat for asking me to preach today. It feels like a better day. It feels like our world has shifted to a different timeline since last I was here. This timeline feels more on track toward the commonwealth. It has beacons in it like Tim Walz’s son Gus and the boxer Imane Khelif. I guess they were already here in the other timeline but this one has made certain that we take notice and claim them and share a celebratory, protective love around them.

The reading from Isaiah for today is about a celebratory shift of replenishment and renewal for people and nature. It says to those with fearful hearts, “Be strong, do not fear. It also says that God will come with vengeance and divine retribution, which sounds like an old understanding of God that isn’t what I believe. Although I do believe in the call to hold Trump civilly and criminally accountable for his many heinous acts, and to have such a call be issued by God on high as a divine edict would be amazing beyond measure.

Otherwise I was thinking about how time seems to have sped up and is causing problematic things to develop exponentially, such as climate change and technological advancements like AI. And that the speed of their development is more than we can keep up with, much less stave off. And I had been considering this in a wholly negative way of everything racing toward apocalypse. But now I’ve become more open to the possibility that the exponential nature of time could also be affecting human evolutionary growth toward enlightenment—that we could be learning and growing together at an exponentially increasing pace even slogging through so many hateful and destructive elements. We could be having a big growth spurt. My openness to such a new and hopeful thought is part of the new timeline, and also part of what the verses for today are about—opening ears and loosening tongues and water gushing forth in the wilderness. Jesus says “Ephphatha!”“Be opened!”

I want to think about the gushing water first. How “water will gush forth in the wilderness and streams in the desert.” How “the burning sand will become a pool, the thirsty ground bubbling springs,” as it says in Isaiah.

I’ve told you before about the annual bike trip I take with Frances every July, mostly in Florida. We went again this year. We took our bikes on a train from here to Jacksonville, then rode them from Jacksonville to Key West where we stayed for a week because of it being the best, most favorite place. Then we took a long ferry ride from Key West to Fort Myers on the Gulf side and rode our bikes from there to Tampa, with a side trip to Clearwater for 3 days. Clearwater is where we stayed at the funny old deco motel in a room that was somehow the size of a house inside. It had a kitchen and bedroom and bathroom and living room and old wooden furniture and deco prints on the walls. We watched the Olympics on the big incongruous flat screen tv on the wall in the living room and felt oddly patriotic and newly interested in sports of all kinds. Clearwater is also where I was hit by a car. It was all my fault and the car wasn’t going very fast, although it seemed to not want to stop in a sort of menacing way. I wasn’t really hurt but my basket on the front of my bike got crushed. Then we took the train home from Tampa.

What I can report is that this was one of the most fun trips of all of our many adventurous trips. I don’t really know how to say why. I just know that it’s settling in my memory as a big bright ball of fun and happiness, even with its many challenging parts, some of which were dark such as being hit by the car, which still didn’t override the feeling of joy and safety that imbued the whole experience. And yet it was notably hotter than ever before. I’m fairly certain it was. I’ve never really noticed the heat on previous trips, or not in the way of it being an obstacle as it definitely was for a few days this time. One day the heat index was 112 degrees. What I learned from the heat was to love water, and that the phrase “water is life” is true. I’d never thought so deeply about water before because I’d never needed it as deeply. I had a cup holder attached to my handlebars with a big insulated mug with artwork of smiling cows and bows and flowers on it. I’d bought it at a gas station having no idea that it would be a perfect mug. It fit exactly in the cup holder and kept the water freezing cold. Ice just never melted in my mug. It had a straw so I could lean forward and drink from it as I rode along. It was all such a rejuventing, magical thing. When I drank the cold water I could feel it coursing through me in the most literal way. I could feel the sun-baked, dried up parts of me moisten and plump up and become pliable. I started thinking of the water as a miracle cure. I was thinking of pouring it on lifeless things and possibly bringing them to life. These are thoughts that may happen when you ride along on your bike. I wanted to pour water on the flattened roadkill animals.

Because of this new relationship I made with water, I think I almost understand that Jesus spat and touched the man’s tongue because water is life.

I want to read the verses from Mark again:

Then Jesus left the vicinity of Tyre and went through Sidon, down to the Sea of Galilee and into the region of the Decapolis. There some people brought to him a man who was deaf and could hardly talk, and they begged Jesus to place his hand on him. After he took him aside, away from the crowd, Jesus put his fingers into the man’s ears. Then he spit and touched the man’s tongue. He looked up to heaven and with a deep sigh said to him, “Ephphatha!” (which means “Be opened!”). At this, the man’s ears were opened, his tongue was loosened and he began to speak plainly. Jesus commanded them not to tell anyone. But the more he did so, the more they kept talking about it. People were overwhelmed with amazement. “He has done everything well,” they said. “He even makes the deaf hear and the mute speak.”

In thinking about this story, or any instance of Jesus healing someone of a disability, my understanding is that it is always an act of inclusion. Those in need of healing are the ones who’ve been cast out, who've been deemed “unclean” by a restrictive, sanctimonious society. The act of healing is a loving act of embracing a person whom others have viewed as untouchable. In this particular healing story, Jesus is especially physically intimate with his healing touch. He kind of spits in the man’s mouth. He pokes his fingers in the man’s ears. Far from acknowledging any societal barrier between himself and the man, he seems to want to almost merge with him and mingle their molecules.

What I’m wondering about is more a modern question of ableism, of whether the man feels himself to be in need of healing or whether he knows himself to be already whole as he is, with the need being for society to make a place for him, not for him to be miraculously changed to physically match the majority or else accept exclusion and ridicule.

A notable aspect of Mark’s healing story is that others brought the deaf man to Jesus and advocated for him. These were our early forebears who envisioned a more inclusive world and saw in Jesus a promise of this world to come. I think Jesus was trying to address both an immediate human need for belonging and a longer-term process of setting in motion societal change, a very slow process but one I can feel as part of the growth spurt of now. I’m thinking of Tim Walz’s neurodivergent son Gus and his exhuberant public expression of pride in his father, how the atmosphere of the Democratic convention was one of inclusion and expansive room for all manner of diversity, with Gus being emblematic of authenticity and freedom from gender-binary expectations of behavior, and from restrictions on emotional expression altogether.

And Imane Khelif’s Olympic experience, too, points to societal growth in the face of desperately clinging bigotry. I’m so happy she won her boxing gold medal. And that so much of the world cheered for her and could see the ugliness of J K Rowling and her minions purporting to be arbiters of who can be women in their binary universe. How diversity won out. How the Olympic opening ceremony was just the gayest thing and felt like solidarity facing down bigotry.

The Olympics and the Democratic Convention, both, were occasions where the sentiments expressed and exhibited may once have seemed like cheesy platitudes but now rang out with sincerity and depth of meaning. I cried during both. I think everyone did. I saw someone online describe the collective crying as the most complex tears of his lifetime.

One thing I do wish, though, is that the Democratic Convention had agreed to make room for a Palestinian speaker. Because of how it could have further consolidated the already pervasive spirit of inclusion, as well as given a more complete voice to an urgent concern of the world. But still I feel heartened that this omission hasn’t been reason to condemn the convention as a whole. That the goodness of the convention is still very good. This idea that something can have flaws and still be very good also seems like a kind of growth, to me. That because something good could have been even bigger and better doesn’t mean that its own measure of goodness isn’t valid and enough.

Something like this seems to be happening with Jesus commanding everyone not to talk about the healing they’ve witnessed. I think it's because of the intimacy of it, and also because of something being enough as itself. Jesus shared love and healing with the man in a private way. He took him aside, away from the crowd, and did the intensely hands-on things of touching the man’s tongue and feeling inside his ears. The story doesn’t tell us what the man said with his new loosened tongue, but surely his experience of Jesus’s healing love was much more deeply affecting than any witness of it could fully understand or relate to others. And Jesus’s experience, too, was more than the seeing or telling of it could communicate. Maybe it just wasn’t intended to be a relatable production or proof of divine power. Maybe it was a singular, vulnerable occasion of giving and receiving love that Jesus wanted to protect as itself, not use to overwhelm everyone with amazement. He’d been able to offer healing love to someone who was open to it, someone who completely accepted and absorbed it in such a trusting, believing way that it manifested as bodily healing. And maybe this is the secret of divine healing. The openness to it. The acceptance of divine love. The belief in oneself as worthy and beloved.

What I’ve learned again and again from all of Rev. Pat’s sermons is that the most important thing is for us to believe that we’re God’s beloved— that this is our deepest, truest identity for us to fully accept and claim and know with our whole selves. And that knowing this and acting from this assurance is how we spread love in the world. Which is how we create God’s commonwealth of glorious diversity and shared humanity where everyone belongs.

But do I, still, not truly fully know with my whole self that I’m God’s beloved?

Is there anything you would change about yourself if you had the means? A spiritual thing or emotional thing or physical or even a material thing. I have a belief that whatever personal changes we may want to make, however in service to vanity or not, however deep or not, are all things we hope will be healing, and with a result of helping us to feel more worthy of love and belonging. Or this is true for me, anyway.

I was watching a video of Post Malone singing a country kind of song and found myself wanting silver teeth like his. And this would be an improvement of me and make me more worthy is what I believe somewhere deep inside.

But the more profound change or healing I want is at the heart of it all, which is that I want to be able to believe that I’m loved.

Something I realized more profoundly on the bike trip is that I have trouble believing this. I have trouble recognizing love that’s given to me. I won’t go into the many thoughts and glimmers of epiphany that helped me to better see this part of myself. The bike trip has lots of built in time for refection. Mine included childhood parts and other parts of my history and familial relationships, as all of us carry, as well as recent emotional events. The newest aspect of my understanding, though, the growth part, is that I want to change.

And this is an odd dilemma or catch-22 about the secret of divine healing, which is that divine healing seems to need me to feel worthy of it, to accept my belovedness in order to be healed of my inability to fully believe that I am beloved.

Well, what I want to say about this is that, strangely, it feels more like an opportunity than an impasse. It feels like something to pour water on.

Amen.

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royalnightshadeart · 2 years ago

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Royal Nightshade's Influence Map (Part 1)

Hi again! This is Volt and we're back with another blog post! This time we want to chat a little about the artists and themes that inspire us; what makes "Royal Nightshade"? KingRhapsody and I want to share what we love. This is part 1 of 2!

Volt's Influence Map

I'll admit, my influence map is a little all over the place, and there's a lot that I actually don't have on here- I wanted to really work my brain for the themes and artists that recur or that I constantly refer back to, so that meant not just reaching for a bunch of Disney or anime from my childhood and calling it done (Not that there is anything wrong with that).

More below the cut!

Artists

JC Leyendecker: (Top left) One my my current inspirations and has been for quite some years now. I learned about him and the way that he made art. He led quite the fascinating life. Some of my favorites of his are on that map, I love his finished advertisements and works for the Saturday Evening Post just as much as the quick studies he did. There is something timeless about his art that I love that I find to be the opposite of Rockwell's, which tends to lean very 'Americana' and 'Of That Time'.

A lot of the visual cues I try to implement from him are the sculptural brush strokes, as well as the very confident air about the characters he draws. There is something very statuesque about his work, and yet it isn't stiff or lifeless. He has a unique design sensibility that I really like. A lot of his work is quite like Art Deco, which I love in architecture.

John William Waterhouse: (Top Middle) I absolutely love his color mixing and his theming of powerful women and scenes from mythology. His work is looser and more ethereal than Leyendecker's. I find the running theme to be strong silhouettes and good contrasting and saturated colors. There isn't much else I actually have to say about him, except that I like to do master studies of his work every so often.

Frederic Leighton: (Lower Left) If you hadn't noticed, I love painters who create within the themes of classical art or mythology (more on that later). But Frederic here is actually one of my favorites specifically because of that. his colors and light are masterful, and I'd love to create powerful scenes like the one on the map of Hermes returning Persephone to Demeter.

Modern Media

I don't want to spend too much time here, because there's more modern media than I have room to cover. Needless to say, I grew up with toonami and Super Nintendo. So I chose some games and an anime that best suited what I feel represents a good deal of my influence from those things. Notable mentions are

Yu Yu Hakusho, a shounen anime you should watch if you haven't already, and definitely an influence on the way I approach characterization. If I had to tell you an example of what my favorite style is for 90s anime, I'd point you here, or to Cowboy Bebop.

Chrono Trigger is definitely a part of my formative years as a baby gamer. I took pretty well to fighting games, and I could sit here all day and talk to you about how much I love King of Fighters, but Chrono Trigger sums up what the vibes are when it comes to non-linear narrative, which is definitely what my comic is shooting for, but not in a time travel way directly. This game makes you think about the consequences of actions you can and cannot control in the flow of history.

And the music slaps.

Seiken Densetsu 3- Oh, I'm Sorry, Trials of Mana, was a game I played many times on an SNES emulator, fan translated. The characters and the various adventures you went on really inspired me! The colors in this game are so rich and I liked all the different locations and monsters. It makes me want to expand on the lore of the world in which Royal Nightshade exists. King has played this one too and he thoroughly enjoyed it!

My favorite characters are Kevin, (but then again I love werewolves) and Angela (because she shares my name and has cool magic, sort of a brat though). Please play it! The remake is not bad, but the original is great. Music also slaps, but not as hard as Chrono Trigger to be Honest.

Themes

And finally, I'm sure you've noticed peppered throughout the map is Hermes, who is honestly The Best. God of commerce, travel, boundaries and communication. I love him so much. Here at Royal Nightshade we stan a busy god.

In general, you'll see themes of mythology (Greek in particular although I love all sorts), as well as liminal spaces, fantasy and alchemy; the latter one is a big influence to me, given that the main character of my comic is an alchemist. I don't know. I love the symbolism, the theories, the philosophy, it's so easy and fun to make up themes within the umbrella of alchemy because it was so based in belief and what many early practitioners thought was the way to back up their theories.

I love mixing fantasy into reality in those ways and playing at the boundaries of science and magic. King tells me I'm really into 'science fantasy' themes, and I guess it hadn't occurred to me until he mentioned it.

This was a great exercise in exploring what I'll be bringing to the table here at Royal Nightshade! You can expect a little bit of everything from those inspirations.

#VoltBlog #influence map #Royal Nightshade Art #Archive2022

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starry-simming · 2 years ago

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1. What has been your favorite time period to play in or which one are you most excited for? I’m so excited for the 1910s-30s. It basically encompasses my favorite world event and favorite period of time in US history. WW1 has been a fixation of mine for a few months now so I’m trying to make it as accurate as I can in this challenge. Then the 20s-30s is just so fun. I love the Roaring 20s.

2. Do you have a favorite piece of historical cc? (CAS or BB) This is so bad but I never remember where I get my cc, my mods folder is a wreck. Probably everything I have from happylifesims absolute iconic

3. Who is your favorite sim currently? I love them all but I love little Florence lots. If her story wasn’t going to be similar to what we’ve already had, I’d follow her. She’s such a fun little kid, very smart and a bit of shit and I think she’ll stay that way. She’ll be popping up every now and again when we start following Isaac so I won’t abandon her

4. What is your favorite world? You know I love Strangerville. It’s so pretty, I love the lighting and I love when it’s late-stage plantapocalypse and the sky gets all fucky. Besides that I really love Henford and Selvadorada

5. Are you more gameplay or story focused? Pretty gameplay atm, but it’s just very repetitive so that’s why. Tommy and Caroline’s stories have pretty much closed out and the kids won’t have their stories start for a while yet which is why I wanna timeskip a bit because it’s just the same. Now that Jacob is a teen it should be less samey for me to play. I have a story in mind and I have ideas for what I want to do going up into the 80s even, so it’s just a bit boring at the moment because the big event I need to kick us off is world war 1 and that’s like 10 years off yet

6. Do you like to play with pets in your historical saves? I don’t tend to play with pets in my normal saves, so not really. They’re cute but taking care of however many sims is enough without adding a pet into the mix. If it’s just 1 or 2 sims I might

7. What’s your biggest immersion breaking pet peeve with the game? Everyone keeps going on their freaking phones. ALSO both Jacob and Isaac have had the bear phase and I refuse to deal with it and then they get sad because I won’t let them in their historically inaccurate bear suit.

8. What’s your favorite in-game historical item? (CAS or BB) Anything from cottage living is a godsend, especially the appliances. The icebox from cottage living and the one from realm of magic are my loves. Also all the historical music machines, like the gramophones and big ol radio/jukeboxes

9. What would you like to see as a new pack or asset to the game? Historical gameplay-wise, I’d love more medieval stuff or like 40s-50s style televisions and stuff. In General, I want more complex relationship styles which would be useful for my gameplay going forward but I gotta use mods for this. Stuff like polyamory, marriages of convenience, that stuff.

10. What pack do you think is invaluable as a historical simmer? Cottage Living 100%. There’s that one art deco-ish kit that I have that is gonna be killer in the 20s also but that’s just for me. I think Jungle Adventure also has some good build-buy stuff

11. Do you have a favorite mod to enhance historical gameplay? I honestly don’t think I have any. I have an arranged marriages mod but I don’t have to use it yet. Would be handy if you did a save way back in medieval times or something.

12. What’s your ideal family size for playing? As few as I can get away with. I don’t love managing a lot of sims. The Beckhams are a house of 5 and the kids have been spaced out perfectly for my sanity so I’d say 5 is the best for me

13. Do you use poses? Not much. I get too annoyed at trying to set them up. I like to when I do family portraits and probably will for stuff like weddings or other general important story moments but for the time being I don’t see myself using poses a lot

14. Do you use any overrides in your game? Nope! I just imagine

15. Do you, or did you, play off-the-grid during your game? I tried very hard to but I decided it was too annoying. Caroline could barely cook anything I didn’t want them eating salads forever

16. What lifespan do you play on? Same as op ^ I like being able to track the exact year

17. What inspired you to start playing a historically? I’ve always kinda been a history guy. I love researching different time periods, I always loved looking at historical/vintage fashion, and it’s just always intrigued me. I think finding out about the decades challenge and ultimate decades challenge really got me into gear

Tag Game for Historical Simblrs! 📖

1. What has been your favorite time period to play in or which one are you most excited for?

As far as actually playing the game? The 1900s. I really did a lot of gameplay and overall it was just a wholesome, pleasant time to play the game. However, it’s definitely my least favorite story wise and I feel like not a lot happened.

So as far as the actual plot goes, I’ve been looking forward to the 20s literally since I began this challenge. While difficult, it has also been so fulfilling to actually see it all come to life. Now, I’ve got my eyes set on the 1940s 👀

2. Do you have a favorite piece of historical cc? (CAS or BB)

Oh this is…impossible 😅

I have gone through so many styles and eras already that I have mainstay pieces for each as well as pieces that just stop my heart. I think the one that I’m fixated on right now is Zelda’s 1920s bob. Of course she’s grown it out a bit now but it’s still iconic in my heart.

3. Who is your favorite sim currently?

Okay another one that is basically impossible. Because like, how do I pick between my pixel babies right now? Antoine and Jo are absolutely my baby angels, and are both my favorites at various points in the narrative.

But it’s so difficult to pick them as my overall favorite over Zelda, just because I’ve been playing and writing as Zelda quite literally since she was born.

4. What is your favorite world?

Currently? Willow Creek hands down. This is more because I’ve transformed it into New Orleans than it is because of any merit it has on its own. I use mods and put in a lot of work to make it look this way, but now, it’s by far my favorite.

5. Are you more gameplay or story focused?

Well….I think we know the answer to this one 😂

Storytelling drives my gameplay without a doubt. I write very far in advance, and that plot is what determines how I tell the story. Often I try and recreate these things as close as possible in gameplay, but let’s be honest, that isn’t always easy in this game.

6. Do you like to play with pets in your historical saves?

Ah, not an awful lot. Because I’m usually in storytelling mode posing sims and trying to get from one scene to another, I can often find them cumbersome. Of course we did have Daisy in the 1900s and she was lovely to have at Darlington Cottage, but I think that’s because I was doing more gameplay in that era so it made more sense.

7. What’s your biggest immersion breaking pet peeve with the game?

Sigh. What always got me was when a family member from another world showed up at my sims doorstep or is just walking in the background. So I’m in downtown “New Orleans” and all of a sudden, oh look! There’s Virginia walking in the background of a scene.

Luckily now I have this mod to get everyone to stay in their world 😉

8. What’s your favorite in-game historical item? (CAS or BB)

Honestly, just to make my life easier, I often filter by Custom Content and call it a day. This is especially true in CAS because I find all the assets overwhelming, I don’t even really use many in-game items there (except for a pair of base game lace up boots I use constantly).

In BB I find there’s a number of small items that I like using, such as the BG coat rack, the flowers from Cottage Living, the round BG dining table, the Tiffany lamp from Cats and Dogs, and a number of others!

I also used quite alot of the Realm of Magic Assets in Zelda and Antoine’s apartment, so I’m really fond of those, especially the Art Nouveau parquet floorboards and wallpaper.

9. What would you like to see as a new pack or asset to the game?

This is a personal one for the story going forward (👀) but absolutely horses. Otherwise, I would love to see more functionality for music and bands in the game, maybe even with some vintage assets to complete that vibe.

10. What pack do you think is invaluable as a historical simmer?

Like I’m sure most people would say, Cottage Living. It just offers so much gameplay for historical simmers as well as a gorgeous world that I’ve gotta select it (see my whole long list of pack recs here).

11. Do you have a favorite mod to enhance historical gameplay?

The mod that is absolutely invaluable to me is Timeless. It is what allows me to get so many scenic screens without pesky objects in the way and also simply makes the worlds so much more immersive to me.

12. What’s your ideal family size for playing?

The 1900s Darlingtons are frankly as large as I can go with the family. So a household of six, max, plus maybe a pet. Even then, I get very overwhelmed. So I usually prefer households of 4-5 although I do also like a household of 3 with an only child 😉

13. Do you use poses?

Goodness gracious, yes. All the poses all the time for everything. Even when I try to use in game animations I get more annoyed that I can’t control the angles as much.

14. Do you use any overrides in your game?

I actually don't! I suppose it would be very useful but its just not really something I've ever delved into.

15. Do you, or did you, play off-the-grid during your game?

Yes, I played off the grid for all of the 1880s and 1890s. I now slightly regret it because this means I was taking all of my photos with candles, and that lead to that heavy yellow tone in all of my early interior photos.

I also played off the grid for most of the 1900s until darlington cottage got that upgrade that included the inside bathrooms. Best moment of the game lol

16. What lifespan do you play on?

I play with custom lifespan settings where 4 in game sim days equal 1 IRL year.

17. What inspired you to start playing a historically?

Whew. Well I was playing my own version of the NSB challenge that I wrote when I hit gen 6. This gen was meant to be a film star, so I kind of had this idea that as her career progressed, her fashion would also go through the eras of old Hollywood. Looking back, I now also realize that this was me getting fed up with the lack of time progression that inevitably comes from playing a ��modern” legacy challenge.

Anywho, I was looking for CC for this when I came across the wonderful lookbooks of Pixelnrd. This of course led me to their challenge and I started reading one afternoon. By the next day I had the idea for the Darlingtons already forming in my head 🥹

Thank you so much for the tag my dearest @antiquatedplumbobs I’ll pass the love along to @heartblobs @alainas-sims @taanoir @miraplayssims @lovecidik @someplumberrys @sims-half-crazy @greatbritishsimchallenge and @come-hell-or-high-water

And anyone who feels like answering a whole long list of questions! 🤗

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alonelysimp · 3 years ago

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Genshin Band Au

Characters: Yanfei, Xinyan, Barbara, Y/N (reader)

WC: 1975

Warnings: No beta we die like hilichurls

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, No Ships, Headcanons, Bulleted

Spotify Playlist: Pov: you're in a band with Xinyan Yanfei and Barbara

《 𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓸𝓬𝓴, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵 》

Once when you were having lunch with Xinyan and Xiangling, Xinyan said something along the lines of “wouldn’t it be cool if i had a band?” and you, of course, jokingly said “if you started a band, then I wanna be the first member to join” and that’s basically how it started

You offered Xiangling if she'd like to join as well but she declined. As tempting as a life like that sounds, she’s set on her dream to be a chef. “I’d rather be your biggest fan!”

Not really knowing where to go at this point, you suggested posting a notice to the bulletin board beside the long-unused alchemy table and the one beside the adventurer’s guild typically reserved for commissions, but Katheryne gave you permission to put it up.

Xinyan had already begun to have the beginnings of a fanbase at this point, but it wasn’t really much of a surprise you hadn’t heard anything in a few days. You had even gone so far as to ask the traveler to keep an eye out.

Thankfully, the traveler was more successful than the both of you, bringing back a letter from both the top legal advisor in Liyue and the Idol and Deconess of Mondstadt. When you asked them how or why they put in so much effort, they just smiled and waved you off. The only payment they wanted were some small shiny rocks you had laying around as paperweights that you got from a hilichurl. Odd, but you insisted they accepted mora as well.

And so, on the agreed date mentioned in both of the letters, courtesy of the traveler setting up, you sat around a table at Wamin with a few assorted dishes of Jueyun Chili Chicken and Crab Roe Tofu. By the end, you were able to convince both of them to join. It was a bit.. really hard in the beginning, with Barbara and Yanfei having jobs. Barbara living in Mond didn’t help much either, but after some work it became manageable. You agree to meet every week at Pop’s Teas, one of the vendors at the stone gate. It would only take half an hour-ish each way.

“What should we call it?” You ask, languidly setting down your tea. Xinyan looks at you, still hunched over a few sheets of paper with her head propped up on her hand. “The band,” you clarify. Barbara hums from across the table, pressing a finger to her lip.

“I have a few ideas.” Xinyan pulls a blank sheet from the pile and scribbles BAND NAMES at the top. “Let’s brainstorm them while we’re all here.” One by one, you begin to throw out ideas.

Firelytical

Rockin Resistance

Wildfires

Illuminated Flames

Inferno

Sudden Freedom

She taps the pen to her lip, thinking of other names to suggest.

“These seem a bit.. fire-centric, even for a pyro-based band,” you comment. Yanfei nods, still deep in thought.

“Oh that’s a good idea, y/n.” You glance over, seeing Xinyan write down “Pyrocentric” on the list.

“Maybe it’d be best if we came up with ideas and shared them next week?” You nod at Barbara’s suggestion.

“I’ll keep a notepad with me in the office…” Xinyan tosses the pencil back on the table, watching Yanfei pull out what you assume to be the notebook and flip to a page, moving on to the next topic of discussion. “Costumes,” she says as her lips twist into a slight frown.

“Oh! I have some ideas for that,” you pull a sketchbook out of your bag, showing them your ideas. “I’m not very good at drawing but.. I wanted to keep some bits of your normal clothing too, I hope it’s not too much.”

“Y/n these look so amazing!” Barbara smiles, moving one to get a better look.

“Aw these are so awesome!” Xinyan slides over the one for her, grinning. Yanfei nods, looking over hers. “I could totally make these.” Her eyes sparkle with interest, radiating in the sunlight. “Oh,” she looks back up at you. “If you don’t mind, that is.” You wave her away, giggling under your breath.

“If Barbra and Yanfei don’t have any adjustments to make, I’d love to see my designs come to life!” You sip your tea, which has long gone cold by now. Barbara turns the paper around, pointing at the skirt on the page. “What if we add another one under it? If we make it a different colour, it’ll pop more.” You nod, pulling out a sheet and writing it down.

“Oh, oh y/n what if we added something here too?” Yanfei points to a slightly emptier spot on the hip. “Like an uhm…” she trails off.

“What if we put something like this from Xinyan’s?” You put your finger on a braided cord. “Like a belt, I guess?”

“Oh yeah yeah and I could put my vision on it–” she unconsciously reaches to touch the pyro vision at her side.

“Y/n?” Barbara sets aside her tea, as if she just found out the hard way that it’s cold. You hum, the pencil in your hand tapping against the page as you note details for Yanfei’s costume. “Thank you for working so hard on this!”

A few other names had come up during the week; BXY, Fiery Vale, and such, but you settled on Fervent Apricity. An odd name, but it’s meaning was able to win everyone over; the intense heat of the sun in the midst of winter. It fit the band well, you thought. Perhaps one day you should be able to live up to the name.

After a few months of dragging Yanfei away from her work to teach her the bass, which she picked up scarily fast (perhaps it's an illuminated beast thing?), you were able to arrange something with the millenith to not crash your debut concert. Yanfei suggested she just continued practicing for a while before she performed with it though.

You agreed that since there were only four of you, it wouldn’t be too much to have all of you as vocalists. Barabra lead vocals and choreography, Xinyan with lead guitar and harsh vocals, Yanfei rapping and eventually bass guitar, and you playing drums.

Tonight was the night. The night that Fervent Apricity would set foot on the stage for the first time. To be completely honest, you were a nervous wreck. Ignoring your worries didn’t make them go away, much to your annoyance.

Xiangling set up a food cart nearby, though she got distracted listening more than she cooked.

You sat in front of the drums, only moments left before you started. This was it. You’ve practiced so many times, it’ll be a breeze. Xinyan counted down, the strums from her guitar filling the summer night air as the concert began.

You would’ve felt bad being this loud so late at night, but by the time you had finished, you attracted not only a good portion of the residents in the harbor, but the wholehearted support of the largest fleet that docks in Liyue. The Crux and her crew! You recognize a lot of people from Xinyan’s previous concerts, loyal fans you assume she’s gained, and a good few handfuls of new faces. Travelers, probably.

You played into the night, without a care in the world for who may be listening. It lasted almost half an hour longer than one of Xinyan’s normal concerts. If you had to put the experience into one word, it was freeing. You were alive. The feeling was… incredible. But, as the adrenaline wore off, you came to realize how undeniably tired you were.

And so, that breathtaking performance marked the day that you would start your, Fervent Apricity’s, journey of becoming one of the most popular bands in Teyvat

For the week after, you had been working out the details of the next large concert. Xinyan carried on with her nightly performances, you caught word of Barbara still performing in Mond, although slightly less than usual, and you had been exchanging ideas with Yanfei. Despite her job and work schedule, she proves to be a great help, almost overwhelmingly so. After the second day, it felt more like her setting it up and running it by you instead of the other way around. Not that you could really complain, just a little less work for you.

After a few months of performing regularly in Liyue Harbor, Barbara suggested that you come to Mond. It’d be a new experience, since you had never really traveled outside of Liyue, but you were concerned it might affect Barbara’s reputation. She insisted. Playing with the band is something she’s proud of and the message your music brings is something she supports.

Was it running away? Finding a new audience that would love your music just as much as you did? No, just the opposite. It was finding a new audience, one that was just as foreign to it, and lighting it up one spark at a time.

You started working out the time with Yanfei and Barbara to fit their schedules and Xinyan started picking out songs she thought would be more… well accepted by the northern people and bouncing some ideas off you. The instruments weren’t much, so you were able to transport it easily. Barbara said to come to the plaza at the top of all the stairs a few days prior.

Xinyan had to tell the sentries you were here to perform with Barbara, to which they let you through with no further difficulties. People stared, and whether it was a good or bad thing, it was almost.. empowering? You met with Barbara and the other sisters, introducing yourselves as the other members of Fervent Apricity.

They were a bit weary of you, a ragtag group of musicians with a vaguely red and black colour scheme with Barbara, who had run off shortly after you arrived to change into her costume.

By the time she had returned, the makeshift stage had already been set up and a crowd began to form. It appears Barbara was quite popular here. You could tell they were a bit cautious though. Perhaps it’s because it’s pretty clear that your music was different from what Barbara usually played. All the better to prove how amazing rock could be.

There was but a few minutes left before you were scheduled to start. All the fireproofing needed was complete; you were ready to light up the city of freedom.

It was just like one of your normal concerts, a handful of songs you had played many times before. The crowd was a bit taken aback by Xinyan’s screaming, you had to hold in a laugh. You made a note to after, bring it up to her to get the crowd more fired up before choosing one that… intense. No matter how many times you performed, it was always just as lively as the first time.

Having mentioned your thought to Xinyan after the show, Yanfei came up to the both of you. She said she wanted to play her instrument in the next concert. Xinyan replied that if she wanted to then that’s a-okay but she shouldn’t feel pressured into it before she was ready

You overheard the “Barbara fan club,” as Barbara had mentioned earlier, crowding her and asking so many questions, it made you want to kick their asses to Inazuma.

“Barbara-sama, are you joining them permanently?”

“Barbara-sama, will you still be performing on your own?”

“Barbara-sama, how long have you been with them?”

“Barbara-sama, is this why you don’t let me join you to the stone gate?”

After a bit of rescuing and creep-yelling-at, Xinyan made a final announcement, mentioning the band’s name and the upcoming concert dates in Liyue.

Oh, how quickly time passes

ohmygod THANK YOU SM FOR 200- SHAWTYS ILYSM- ugh I might actually take this blog seriously soon..

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lokis-army-77 · 4 years ago

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If You Please

Chapter three

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1994

I'm bad at writing descriptions, so this is basically a reader insert into The First Avenger and then we'll see how it goes from there.

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The afternoon passed quickly and soon it was almost time to go to bed. I was sitting in a chair, reading, in the living room. Steve was sitting in the chair to my left, drawing away in his sketchbook. For as long as I could remember growing up, Steve had wanted to become a comic illustrator. When we were younger he drew small comic strips about the adventures Bucky, himself, and I would go on. They were always fun to read, but then the US entered the war 3 years ago and Steve stopped drawing all the time and focused on trying to join the fighting. He even got Bucky to help train him at the local boxing gym in the afternoons. Now he only drew when he was anxious or if something was on his mind. I knew if I asked he would just deny it and put everything away.

“I’m off to bed Stevie. Don’t stay up too late,” I yawned. I placed my bookmark in between the pages and quietly pulled myself up from my chair. Steve followed and gave me a short hug.

“I won’t, I’ll probably head to bed here in a few minutes. Thank you for helping me pack today,” he said quietly.

“You’re welcome, I’ll see you off in the morning. Goodnight.” I headed out into the small hallway and into my bedroom. I got myself ready, turned off the bedside lamp, and then crawled into bed. The day had been fast but exhausting. I let my eyes close and my mind drifted to thoughts of Bucky on the ship headed to Europe. Was he okay, did he miss me yet, was he alone? I knew he would be fine, but I prayed anyway. I prayed that he would come back to me safe and sound. I also thought of Steve and how he would be going off to training. I knew Dr. Erskine had some plan involving Steve in Project Rebirth, but I just hoped that he knew what he was doing and that Steve would be safe.

Project Rebirth wasn't something to take lightly. We were creating stronger, faster, and better soldiers. Steve had no clue what he was getting himself into and even though I couldn’t tell him I was involved with this project yet, I would be by his side each step of the way.

Finally, tiredness overtook my worried thoughts and I drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next morning started like any other, I woke up to the jarring sound of the alarm clock by my head. After stretching I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to wash the sleep from my face. The warm water helps to wake me up. When I was through with that I made my way into the kitchen to start making breakfast for myself and Steve like always. I had just placed the bread in the toaster when Steve strolled groggily into the room. He went over to the counter where I had placed our bowls of cereal and grabbed one. Then he walked over to the table to take a seat. When the toast was ready I put the pieces on a plate and took them over to the table after grabbing my cereal bowl. Steve grabbed a piece of toast off the plate and slowly started to eat.

“You look like you’re about to pass out, did you even go to bed like I told you,” I questioned him and took a few bites of my cereal.

“Yes, I went straight to bed a few minutes after you did,” he replied while glancing up from his cereal and through his lashes.

“Well, the dark circles under your eyes prove otherwise. You won't be able to stay up late and sleep in after you move into the barracks.” He shook his head and kept eating. “Well,” I started with a sigh, “I’ve got to head off to work in a few, I can walk you as far as the subway.”

“Thanks, It would be nice if you could come with me but I know you can't take off on such short notice.” I smiled at him and we continued to eat our breakfast in peaceful silence. After we finished I went to grab the empty dishes but Steve grabbed them before I could. “Here, let me. You go get ready.” I thanked him and went on to get ready for the workday.

When walking to the subway Steve and I cut up and joked like we always did. It wasn’t until we were almost at the subway stop that we became quieter. I grabbed Steve and pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’ll see you later. Try not to get into too much trouble during training,” I joked before pulling away.

“I can’t guarantee that but I’ll try my best not to. Have a good day at work, and remember to lock the door when you get home, I know you forget to do that at times. I won't be there to lock it behind you if you forget.”

“That was one time, but I’ll remember to check it before I go to bed. Now go or you'll miss your ride.” I watched as he walked away, I waved to him when he turned around to me. I stood watching until he walked down the subway stairs. After he was gone I started on my way to the recruitment office, which was just about three blocks away.

It was a peaceful walk, the city was starting to come alive around me as I went. Women and men on their way to work and children on their way to school. The recruitment office was slowly coming into view, I could already see a line of young men standing from the door and down the sidewalk.

Once I made it to the building I maneuvered my way through the crowd of boys and headed to the back office where a short old woman sat at a desk sorting through some files. She looked up at me and smiled while she said, “Beautiful morning, do you have the time?”

I responded quickly with the other half of the code phrase, “Unfortunately my watch has stopped at 4:18.” She nodded and reached her hand under the desk to press a tiny button that would unlock a secret door that was hidden behind four large filing cabinets. I quickly headed in before anyone could come into the back room. The door closed softly behind me and locked back into place. I continued to walk down the dimly lit hallway until I found the women's locker room. Part of keeping the secret of working for the military was that I had to keep my uniform in the hidden base and change into it when I went into work.

After quickly changing into the uniform I left the locker room to go to the elevator that was directly at the end of the hall. I pressed the down button and the doors opened up. While inside I pressed the third level button and waited for the elevator to jerk to life.

As the doors slid open onto the third level basement floor I saw many people running around the yellow-lit hallways. I walked out into the hallway and was greeted by Agent Peggy Carter, who was walking towards me from the meeting room to my left. “Morning Carter, what's on the agenda today,” I questioned.

“Good morning Rogers, I believe today you and I will be going to Camp Lehigh to scout out the new recruits for Project Rebirth. We will be helping with their training starting before lunchtime today.” She kept walking as she explained the plans for today, I followed closely behind her.

“Then we should get to the car, it is almost nine,” I noted as we kept going through several corridors to the garage. “I have some things to tell you as soon as we leave.” Peggy nodded but kept quiet. After about a minute of walking, we made it to the large parking garage. It had been built under the secret base as a quick getaway escape or just a way to move discreetly in and out of the city. Some of the tunnels that were connected to the garage went on for several miles. The one we would be taking surfaced only a few miles away from Camp Lehigh.

As we reached the car, Peggy and I both opened our doors and slid into the back seat. A young army man was already in the driver's seat ready to drive us away. “What is it you wanted to tell me about earlier,” she asked.

“Do you remember me telling you about my older brother Steve?” I questioned while looking over at her.

“The one that keeps trying to enlist? I remember.” She nodded her head as she spoke.

“Yeah, that's the one. Well, yesterday he told me that he’s been recruited, and by Dr. Erskine. So that means that he is going to be one of the candidates for Project Rebirth. He has no clue what my job actually is, but with me being heavily involved in this project, will it be a problem? Are there any protocols that need to be followed?” She shook her head and let out a soft chuckle when mentioned Dr. Erskine. Then she looked out the window and seemed to think for a minute.

Turning back to me she said, “There isn’t any protocol that I can think of, other than that you have to treat him exactly like you would treat the other recruits. This is a sort of gray area because of your heavy involvement with this project over the last several years and the fact that Dr. Erskine himself chose your brother to be in this program.” I slowly nodded my head as she continued. “That being said, If we encounter him, I would give him a small explanation of why you are there without giving him any information about the project, and that while he is there in training, you are his superior, not his sister.”

“Okay, thanks. That's what I was thinking but I just wanted to ask you just in case. When I see him I’ll pull him over to the side and explain.” I paused for a second and lifted my hand up to grab at the necklace I had been wearing. Dangling from the small chain was a dainty art deco style ring, which once belonged to Bucky’s mother. I turned in between my fingers and watched as what little light there was, bounced off the small square diamond in the middle. I placed it back under my blouse. “James left yesterday with the 107th, I still haven’t said anything to Steve.”

“You’re going to have to tell him eventually, it will be better if it’s sooner than later. Since James is his friend he shouldn't be that mad. Trust me, I know from experience.” After saying this she looked out her window and for the briefest moment, I saw a look of sadness go across her face.

“I know I should tell him, but Steve has it in his head that James is someone who isn't going to settle down anytime soon.”

“That’s probably because neither of you has given Steve reason to not believe that James is that way. He’s your brother and he trusts your judgment, if it doesn't go over smoothly just give him time, he’ll come to realize that you and James love one another, and there really isn't anything he can do about it,” she stated matter-of-factly. “Here,” she handed me a small stack of manila folders, “look over these. They’re the files on all the project recruits.”

I opened the first folder and started to skim over the information and thought this was going to be a long drive.

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jeongyunhoed · 3 years ago

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Past-Present-Future Black Dahlia

Two major tragedies bring Lee Mirae closer to the edge as she goes through the stages of grief in a more violent manner that would affect not only her relationships with her boyfriend Jeong Yunho and her half-brother Choi San, but also has her becoming closer with the immortal mutant Kang Yeosang. Fueled by rage, grief, and pain, along with a very rude awakening that has Mirae spiraling out of control and questioning everything she holds dear.

Group: ATEEZ Member: Yunho Pairing: Jeong Yunho / OC Genre: Action, adventure, angst, fantasy

Watch Out! : Violence, blood, death, grief and loss, major character deaths, use of weapons, some jealousy (but no cheating ofc), implied smut (not sure if there is any but i’m putting it out there nonetheless), mental illness (probably?), gambling and alcohol

Anything else? : Mentions of other idols of course as well as other characters. SuperM, Dean, Chanyeol, Zelo, soloist Park Jihoon to name a few.

Author’s Note: SuperM hello. Also, sexc car chase scene with Yeosang driving. This hasn’t been proofread much, so sorry for the errors you might see.

Listen to: Dark - Hans Zimmer

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Chapter 4

Yeosang glanced over at Mirae, who was still blankly staring out the window. She had been that way in the first few hours of the drive. He wouldn’t admit it, at least right away, but with the silence coming from her, Yeosang was even more convinced that she was that sad. Dare he say it, he was beginning to feel a little concerned yet knew that sometimes the polite thing to do was not to say anything about it. The music playing on the radio acted as white noise between them, and Yeosang was hardly even listening to the songs.

Mirae looked down at her hands, feeling the deck of playing cards in her jean pocket. She barely had time to think about how expensive the clothes she was wearing were - Yeosang’s excuse was that the Dior boutique was the nearest. Mirae wanted to scoff right then and there, but she was impressed at how he got her clothes that fit her.

Her thoughts were going back to how she left Yunho. How she left him unconscious in Yeosang’s apartment while hoping San got to him, or anyone at least. A feeling of guilt was setting inside even in the midst of the overwhelming feelings of sadness and rage. Was it even possible to feel like this? She wasn’t sure. “How did you meet them?” She suddenly asked.

“Who, my dear?”

“The one you’re taking me to.”

“It’s not just one person. They’re a small group of people, people like us,” Yeosang replied, glancing at her from time to time as they entered a flyover, cars intersecting above and below them. “They felt they were above the place we lived in, so they uh, how should I say it? Created their own little world.”

“So how did you meet them?”

“I met them through another immortal. His name is Mark Lee. I’ve known him for centuries. We were rivals for the affections of Emperor Octavian’s daughter, Julia. Amazing woman in every way possible,” A smirk crept up on Yeosang’s lips as he remembered. “I nearly became an emperor if Mark hadn’t intruded that one night.”

“To this day, I still don’t know how old you actually are.”

Yeosang chuckled. “My dear Mirae, age is not important, especially my age. When I met Mark again, in recent… shall we day, decades? Or at least some few years ago, he introduced me to a group of mutants he was friends with. Some of them are quite powerful, one of them, I think, is an omega-level mutant like you.”

“I guessed as much, if they thought they were so superior,” Mirae looked out the window.

“We’ll see about that. Sometimes, mutants only intimidate others just by mentioning their powers, empty threats even though they could deliver on it, lessens the dirty work but it gets into their heads,” Yeosang said. Glancing at the rearview mirrors, he noticed three black cars in a formation behind them. “My dear, if you could assist me a little bit, I think we are being followed.”

Mirae looked over her seat at the three cars that seemed to move closer while Yeosang kept his foot on the gas to drive faster. “I wonder who they could be,” She watched for any signs of movement from the driver’s seats. Mirae saw a set of small rockets come out from the lights on the bumper. “They plan to kill us. Do you know them?”

“No I don’t, I promise you,” Yeosang swerved a few times past several cars only for the three black sedans to be able to keep up.

Mirae shook her head at the sight of the sedans keeping up, one of which was already across from them. There were spikes that extended from the rims of the wheels. The car bumped into them, Mirae clutching the armrest. “They plan on destroying your car while they’re at it,” She said, her eyes glowing red as she stared at the car next to them. The tires exploded, sending the car skidding, the rear hitting their vehicle.

“Damn,” Yeosang kept the car in its lane. “Very good, my dear Mirae. Perhaps you can do something about the other two?” He said, swerving several times so as not to bump into the cars surrounding them to get ahead.

Mirae took out one card from her pocket and threw it as hard as she could at the other sedan that caught up to them. The sedan exploded, the impact of the explosion moving them forward. “If they’re your friend’s bodyguards, then I think they don’t want us coming,” She said, her eyes still glowing. “Not that I care.”

She eyed the remaining black sedan that was following them that launched a rocket. Mirae looked at both the rocket and the car, both exploding in the middle of the road. The remaining cars began to cluster towards them. “Apparently, they were everywhere all along. The way must be heavily guarded, or that they don’t want us going,” Yeosang glanced at the rearview mirrors.

Mirae stayed still, staring at all the cars in front of them. Her eyes were glowing brighter than ever as she kept her gaze on them, the vehicles exploding one by one. She glanced at the rearview mirror on her side, the cars behind them exploding one by one as well, the smoke from the explosions blocking their view of the road.

“Thank you, my dear,” Yeosang drove on through the thick smoke in the air. “All this smoke means we’re getting close.”

The color of the smoke changed from the usual gray and black to white as he moved forward. The glow in Mirae’s eyes faded just as the smoke began to fade, only to see that their surroundings had changed.

Past the wide roads of the highway, they were at the entrance of a dreary lakeside village. “This is where they live?” Mirae glanced at him.

Yeosang chuckled. “No, they live up there,” He pointed to the nearby cliff. There was a white mansion molded in the usual 1930s art deco style that Mirae noticed in the immortal mutant’s apartment.

Mirae noticed that the residents in the village seemed to dress differently, as if wearing different variations of the hanbok. The anger seeped in again, knowing that they were approaching the home of who may have been behind the explosion of the Danger Room, behind the deaths of Chanyeol and Hyuk. Yeosang drove on, down the route of the mansion’s driveway, the sight of the house growing bigger and bigger until they finally approached the gate.

Two guards were standing by and stopped them. “Name?” They asked.

“Kang Yeosang and Lee Mirae. One of them is expecting me by now,” Yeosang replied.

The gates opened on its own and the guards stood by for their vehicle to enter the grounds. As soon as they pulled up, they saw someone standing by the front doors, dressed undoubtedly like he owned the place, but also that he was strikingly handsome. One half of his coiffed hair was blonde, the other side was red. His eye on the blonde side was also blue, the other a dark brown. He was smiling as they pulled up, opening Mirae’s door.

“Hello,” He said as she got out, taking her hand and kissing it.

“Taeyong, quite a greeting you’ve got there,” Yeosang pointed out, tossing the key to the valet.

The male with the name turned to Mirae again. “Forgive my manners, or lack of. I’m Lee Taeyong and I own this house. It’s nice to meet you at last.”

Lee Taeyong was an omega-level mutant like Mirae. Taeyong was an omega-level psychic that could not only read minds, but could also control a person’s mind and manipulate their memories. Taeyong also had the extraordinary gift of turning into organic diamond, making him almost invulnerable to harm and giving him added strength and a psychic shield. However, Taeyong’s limitation was the fact that he could not use his telepathy while he was in his diamond form.

Mirae glanced at Yeosang and before she could speak, he shook his head. “It’s not him you’re going to see,” He advised.

Taeyong smirked. “You must be jumping for joy now that you’re on a drive with the apple of your eye,” He glanced at Yeosang. Turning back to Mirae, he let go of her hand. “That’s what he was thinking. He thinks very loudly.”

“My thoughts are not for you to read, Taeyongie, as I’m sure your brother has taught you that much. Taemin, where is he?” Yeosang asked.

“He’s attending a business meeting. He won’t be here until tonight. But Mark is here, I guess you haven’t seen him in a while,” Taeyong replied. “Come in, come in, I can’t read your thoughts but I can read his and I know who you plan on seeing. Don’t bother taking off your shoes in the main area.”

He turned around to lead them inside. The interiors were decorated in shades of black, gold, and white on marble similar to Yeosang’s home. Mirae and Yeosang followed him further down the hall and they stopped in front of two mahogany doors. “At least one of us couldn’t be read,” She muttered to him.

Taeyong opened the doors, leading into what looked like a parlor, with red velvet couches and chintz chairs, mahogany chests of drawers in the same art deco style, and a crystal chandelier in the ceiling. They saw two people by the fireplace drinking champagne in crystal flutes, watching a drama on a tv that was placed above the mantle. Mirae felt her heart drop as the two figures, whose backs were turned, looked familiar.

“They’re here,” Taeyong announced, making the two people turn around.

Mirae’s eyes widened, looking like a deer caught in the headlights upon seeing their faces. “...Baekhyun? … Jongin?”

The shorter and paler of the two, Baekhyun, smiled. “Mirae, Mirae, Mirae, long time no see,” He said.

Byun Baekhyun was skilled in manipulating and creating light and light energy. Baekhyun was also skilled in hand-to-hand combat, specializing in hapkido. Kim Jongin had the ability to teleport, leaving a wisp of black smoke in his wake.

“It’s been years, hasn’t it?” Jongin spoke this time, approaching her. “You look like you’ve been through a lot.”

Mirae still couldn’t speak. She was too stunned to utter a word. All this time, Baekhyun and Jongin survived the Seoul attack but had never made themselves known. “Hello to you too, Yeosang,” He glanced at the vampiric-looking mutant, who nodded. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” He said to Mirae.

“I couldn’t blame her, we haven’t exactly seen her since that day,” Jongin patted her shoulder. “Do you like our new place? It’s not underground like the Center, but it’s here in this little village, it’s cozy,” He gestured for her to sit down while they did the same. “Mark’s here too, by the way, he’s probably off playing tennis or something.”

“So, what brings both of you here? I doubt it’s because the weather’s nice in this place,” Baekhyun poured her a glass of champagne. Mirae quietly accepted the drink, staring at the bubbles.

“Don’t act clueless, you know why they’re here,” Taeyong chimed in, giving the elder a look.

“Taeyong, it’s rude to read other people’s minds without their permission,” Baekhyun chided. “Even if I already know, it doesn’t hurt to ask to make sure. They might be misleading you, even in that respect.”

“I don’t have the capability to be paranoid when I can read everything like an open book,” Taeyong rolled his eyes. “Dinner is already prepared, by the way, I’ll call Mark-”

He stepped back when out of thin air appeared Mark himself. Unlike Baekhyun, Jongin, and Taeyong, Mark was dressed in a pinstripe suit. Yeosang’s expression stiffened upon seeing him. Mark Lee was, like Yeosang, an immortal mutant whose fortune over the centuries led him to own a business empire that had bases in both South Korea and Canada. Mark had the ability to teleport anywhere and everywhere he chose while also possessing a strong telepathic ability. Mark was also considered a doctor among his peers who studied Languages though he barely put that knowledge of his to the test as he usually tackled his businesses.

“No need,” Mark said, stopping at the sight of Mirae and Yeosang. “Brought her here to meet them, ‘Sang?” He asked.

“As a matter of fact, I did. Ruined anyone’s pursuits lately, Mark?” Yeosang shot at him, watching him take Mirae’s hand and gently kiss the back of it in greeting.

“As long as it’s your pursuits, which I can tell is this lovely woman in front of me,” Mark said.

“I’m taken,” Mirae pointed out.

Mark glanced at Yeosang. “Oh? You have pursued her? This is going to be fun.”

Mirae pulled her hand back, seeing Baekhyun and Jongin’s amused expressions. “I’m guessing you’ve been living your lives here all this time,” She said.

“Well, yeah, since the Seoul attack,” Baekhyun nodded. “Before you two arrived, we were all discussing a business venture we were looking to carry out in the capital. Maybe you could help us out, Yeosang?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, Mark and Taeyong have the capital to build it on, maybe some added manpower would help make the project solid. Let’s talk about this over dinner,” Baekhyun said, gesturing to the doors. Mark disappeared in an instant.

The dining room of the mansion had a view of what was outside. Yeosang and Mirae noticed that it had gotten much darker, realizing how late it was getting. Mirae still couldn’t believe that Baekhyun and Jongin were alive all this time, that they actually survived the explosion from the Seoul attack, the impact caused by her own powers. She was still trying to process this new situation.

Could they have been the ones who tampered with the Danger Room? The question reminded her of why she was there, having dinner with them, with other mutants who were also quite powerful, especially psychics as powerful as them. Mirae could only hope that Yunho would be able to read her mind at the moment, so he would know where they were.

“So, as I was saying earlier, Jongin, Taeyong, Mark, and I are looking into setting up a new business venture and Yeosang may be able to give it the added credibility it needs,” Baekhyun broke the momentary lull when everyone else tucked into the food. Mirae poked around the courses on her plate as she listened.

“Is that what you’ve been up to since the Seoul attack?” Mirae asked, glancing at him from time to time.

“Yeah, killing monsters and aliens wasn’t fun for me anymore, I’m sure you understand that,” Baekhyun smiled. “Knowing that Taeyong, his brother Taemin, and Mark are businessmen, when Jongin and I found each other and in turn found them, the business world seemed a little more interesting.”

“What kind of venture is it?” Yeosang asked. “I’d like to know what it is before I make any deal.”

“It’s called Project Apocalypse,” Baekhyun said with a grin on his face. “Project Apocalypse is going to be the next big thing among mutants and non-mutants.”

“It’s more of a think-tank. People come to us for answers, we give them the answers,” Jongin added.

“What kind of answers would those be?” Yeosang asked in between a sip of wine.

“Political answers, mostly, economic answers, diplomatic answers, you name it,” Mark replied. “You and I both have the experience for that. Didn’t you meet the adviser to Chun Doohwan during the uprising?”

“I have. I killed her,” Yeosang replied, both Baekhyun and Jongin looking surprised at how nonchalant he was about it.

“She could’ve been useful to us, you know,” Mark said. “Oh right, I see. You killed her because she was trying to get to Mirae over here,” He added, having read his thoughts.

Mirae sighed and ate a forkful of her salad instead. “You know, Mark and I can read everyone’s minds here, except for her. Why is that?” Taeyong raised a brow.

“Psychic shield, Taeyongie. I remember Junhong telling us about it when we first started training,” Baekhyun chuckled, glancing at her. “If you can’t read her mind, her psychic shield must be that strong.”

“We can’t read everyone after all, it would be too easy if we could,” Mark chimed in.

“How is Junhong, by the way? Has he been well? He’s alive, isn’t he?” Jongin asked her.

“Very well. Fixed my staff the first time we met again. He’s fixed a lot of other things, sometimes without me knowing,” Mirae replied.

“The three of you go a long while back and yet you’re acting like you don’t know each other,” Taeyong chuckled in his place.

“It has been a while since we last saw each other. We did, however, spend a few years together in the Center for Paranormal Research,” Baekhyun nodded, finishing the food on his plate. “I remember it was me, you, Minseok hyung, and Tao that were put forward because of our fighting skills.”

“Do you have any idea what happened to them?” Mirae asked.

“No idea. I thought I was the only one left, until I saw Jongin from the corner of the street, teleporting out of that place in time,” Baekhyun glanced at her. “I guess the same could be said of you.”

“Yeah, and Hyuk, and Chanyeol. Remember them?”

He smiled. “Why don’t we go take a walk? Just us, you can play catch up with Jongin after,” Baekhyun suggested.

“Yeah, I’ll tell you more about Project Apocalypse after we pitch the idea to Yeosang over here,” Jongin nodded eagerly, exchanging knowing looks with the older male.

Baekhyun and Mirae got up from their seats. Mirae eyed Yeosang, who had a look of concern all over his face at the suggestion. She followed him towards the patio doors and out into the well-manicured backyard of the mansion that had a swimming pool with a diving board and several patio chairs. The question was still nagging at Mirae as a silence came between them while they walked along the cemented areas of the estate. “To answer your question, I do remember them. Vividly, actually,” He said. “The tall dope and the guy I remember you used to like but is also your best friend.”

“Years have gone by since the Seoul attack,” Mirae said.

“I know. It changed everything. It changed everyone. You with that streak in your hair, still playing with the same stick you always used to lug around. It’s almost like a part of you, isn’t it? That staff of yours?” Baekhyun said.

“I never leave without it. Even when I go to work, it’s with me,” She pointed out.

Baekhyun nodded. “I see. No matter how much has changed, you still seem to be the same person. It didn’t help that when Professor Jang died, Ino took charge and started to play favorites.”

“You were one of them, Baek,” She said carefully, remembering the nickname he would often go by.

“That I am, Tao too. Minseok hyung too. We were like, how should I say it? Like the four horsemen of the apocalypse. We led the fighting for the rest of them,” Baekhyun grinned as he remembered. “Too bad things went the way it did, otherwise we’d all still be there, cooped up underground with all of those simulations.”

“That’s a memorial now. A lot of things happened since then, at least to me,” Mirae recalled everything, feeling her heart sink further upon remembering Jihoon, then Hyuk and Chanyeol.

They stopped in front of a ceramic bust perched on top of a small pillar. Baekhyun looked up. “What brings you here, then? You didn’t know I was alive, much less Jongin.”

“I came here because Yeosang told me I’d find answers here,” Mirae replied. “Chanyeol and Hyuk are dead now, and I find out that the Danger Room was tampered with leading to them dying. I’m trying to find out who did it and why.”

Baekhyun smiled. “I knew you were going to say that. Actually, Taeyong knew just by reading Yeosang’s thoughts over there. He was thinking of what you were going to find out upon coming here. I can hear him telling me now. Yeosang’s looking out for you, he’s kind of worried about what you will know, and how you’ll react when it’s all revealed.”

“You know who did it, didn’t you?” Mirae stared at him. “All this time, you were alive and you never meant to make contact? Not even with Junhong? You didn’t even bother to look for us in the places you figured we’d be?”

The male chuckled. “For a trained assassin like yourself, you’re getting pretty bad at stealth, aren’t you? I’ve come across you quite a few times since then, but you never saw me, much less took notice of me.”

She raised a brow. “Well I never got any message from you. Not even a hi or a hello.”

Baekhyun shook his head. He leaned closer with a satisfied look on his face. “No, no, no. My way of making contact with you was through the tragedies you have experienced. Jihoon, and now Chanyeol and Hyuk. To be honest, I was surprised at how I managed to hit two birds with one stone with both of them. The tall dope and the music producer.”

“What do you mean?” Mirae had a feeling she knew what he was about to say.

“It was all me, Mirae. Jihoon’s death, Chanyeol’s death, and Hyuk’s death? It was all me,” Baekhyun revealed calmly. “I am the author of all your pain, of all the grieving you were and still are doing.”

Mirae stared at him, feeling a chill down her spine at the revelation. “Jihoon was killed by those Utopian cult thugs.”

He shook his head. “I had a little help. I met Mark around that time, and when I told him what I wanted to do, he gladly possessed the body of the man who pulled the trigger on your dear friend, the friend you thought of as a brother,” He explained.

Mirae was still staring at him, as if prompting him to continue explaining. “Jongin, you know, of course, teleported me there once Taeyong found out the location of the so-called safehouse you put up, saw that Junhong was creating a simulation room like the one we used to have. With his help as well, I was able to make a few adjustments like rerouting some circuits to overload,”

“I was actually thinking of getting Chanyeol first, out of sentimental reasons. I knew him longer than Hyuk, so naturally I thought he should get the first strike. Little did I know,” Baekhyun smirked. “It would get Hyuk too. I doubt Junhong had a clue that the systems were hacked. Taeyong and his brother run a tech empire.”

She could feel her eyes well with tears at the explanations, the tension she was feeling slowly getting replaced by sadness and rage. “It was you all this time. Why? Why are you doing it?” She asked.

“Because I wanted you to know the pain and grief I felt after that attack happened,” Baekhyun replied, looking her in the eye. “My family thought I was dead when that came in. I was thrown into the ocean from the explosion you caused. They had given up on searching for me, in turn, they gave my brother all the money that was meant for me. Knowing you made the final blow to those goblins, all of the trouble I experienced, I knew I had to make you pay.”

Mirae looked away, fighting back the urge to break down the more Baekhyun talked. He sounded so satisfied. “And now you’re all alone, Lee Mirae. And you know the best part?” He tilted his head as he looked at her. “Ino knew all this time. Ino knew it was me. Yet he allowed it to happen anyway.”

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wrenaugustine · 1 year ago

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Wren was learning as she went along, with this being her first time attending a wedding, she was kind of winging it. But she was always a big fan of trying out new things, new hobbies, new styles, new experiences as a whole were adventures in and of themselves. She had never been someone's personal stylist, but decking out Amelia in all sorts of jewellery and seeing what she liked, what suited her, what didn't would be interesting to experiment with.

"You like lots of stuff like, you don't have any preference. Or you like /lots/ of stuff like, you want to be covered in jewellery? Cause either way, I got a lot of stuff that I've been holding onto for ever." she started to pull out a bunch of different bracelets, beads, bangles, cuffs, even one that circled and wrapped up the wrist. Wren liked having so many different options with material for her work, more options than she had before the teleports started working. It didn't seem like a necessity on the Outside anymore so she was more than happy to take them for herself to play around with.

Amelia talking about the art deco theme put in place and how she didn't know much about it made Wren snort. "Yeah, trust me. Neither do I. There's so many screens and recordings around here, but not a single art deco documentary for me to watch? What a waste." Anything she knew was based off Nick's explanations of what he wanted so she trusted that he knew what he was talking about.

"I definitely have gold stuff that we can work with if that's what we're going for." She put away some of the bracelets that didn't match and then as she did her mind already jumped to necklaces. "What are you into necklace wise? Do you want some big statement piece or something less in your face? Cause I've got this one I think is nice." she started to say as she pulled out and held up a gold necklace with white pearls strung through it.

Amelia did need a team to make herself fit for a wedding. Maybe it came from growing up in a house where her looks had been the last thing on her mind, but she had never really been around the girliest or most appearance orientated crowd, putting aside never having the money for the kinds of things she could get here.

Economy worked a little different here, and Amelia liked being able to trade serices or skills far more than she had ever liked money. She'd brewed a bot of tea for the two of them, and was pulling her hair into a clumsy bun as she opened the door to let Wren in, so she'd be able to see the jewellery without her mane in the way. (What was she going to do with it for the wedding? Maybe Wren would have some ideas.)

"I like lots of stuff." Amelia grinned, clearing space at her coffee table for all of the delights on offer. True, she did like loading up on braclets and rings, things that made her feel dynamic and gave her something to fidget with when she had to be still.

"Ah, of course. A crown might be a bit much for me, anyway." She hummed, setting down a tray with their drinks, sugar and milk in little pots to the side- she didn't dare try to remember for everyone took their drinks. "Mik did tell me the theme is art deco, black and gold with rainbow splashes. So perhaps some more... Structural stuff? I don't know that much about art deco."

#amelia dalton !#amelia001 #panevent001

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conaionaru · 4 years ago

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Hi so I have a request, so a modern reader from like 2020 (no COVID) get thrown back in time the the Viking era and meets the Ragnar, Auslaug, and the Ragnarssons. And reader explains what Christmas is in modern time. Thank you for your time.

Vikings Christmas request

Christmas carol

I wanted to post yesterday (on the 24th) but I was running on three hours of sleep and two servings of potato salad. So here is my "masterpiece".

I don't own the gif.

(Y/N) loved wintertime: the pretty white snow, the songs, the cookies, and hot cocoa. Everything was so beautiful and nice.

Even Christmas was fun, although she had to spend it alone. Her parents couldn't come this year, so she was all by her lonesome.

It shouldn't be so bad, they will video chat the whole evening, and then after some movies, she will go to sleep.

She wished for things to be like they used to when she still believed Santa bought all the presents. It was magical back then; now, it was mostly tradition and force of habit.

(Y/N) put on some music while putting the last finishing touches to her tree. It was small and fake, but it was pretty nonetheless.

Her coffee pot was nearly done heating her water, and in time, the video chat would start. So all she had to do was pour her tea and sit on the couch.

"AAAAnd done." The red tree deco looked okay enough to let it slide. "Just the tea and some cookies. I am thinking of cinnamon. What do you think, Petunia?"

Her three-year-old mops looked up from her spot on the couch and yawned. "I take that as a yes. Or is my face boring you?"

The dog yawned again and laid down back to sleep. (Y/N) watched the lazy dog with a deadpan expression, rueing the day she let the pup get lazy like this. The dog is always like the master anyway. This way, they have at least something in common.

The (h/c) haired girl run past the couch to get to the kitchen when she tripped on the rug and face planted the ground. "Fuuuck mee."

"When you are asking so nicely." (Y/N) groaned at the teasing male voice. She was in no mood for mockery at Christmas.

Her head snapped up when her brain finally realized there was no one to talk back to her other than Petunia. And the female dog definitely didn't sound like a man. Or talk at all!

She looked at the man before her dressed in strange clothing with flaxen hair tied in braids. "Who the hell are you?"

"We could ask you the same. You are the one who fell in through the door."

"Not that we are complaining."

"Shut up, Hvitserk." (Y/N) observed the three men, all dressed in medieval clothing with braided hair.

"What are you boys doing?" A woman asked, walking into the big hall from behind a curtain. She was prettier and more graceful than any woman (Y/N) ever saw.

"She barged in." One of the boys spoke up. One of his eyes was strange and looked like a snake eye.

"I am sorry. I have no idea what happened. I was just decorating my Christmas tree when I tripped. Next thing I know, I am here." (Y/N) looked around confused as Hvitserk helped her up.

"Christmas? What is that?" The snake-eyed boy questioned.

"Christ. She must be a Christian!" The voice belonged to another boy; this one crawled next to the graceful lady.

(Y/N) shook her head rapidly when she saw the boy pull out an axe. "Christmas. You know, the holiday in winter? Gifts, fish, and decorated pine trees?"

Everyone watched her in wonder and confusion; the youngest seemed psychotic. The door opened once again, and another man walked in. This one was older and looked like the oldest of the brothers.

"She is crazy. Broke in and talked about some weird things!"

"Shut up, Sigurd! No one cares." The mother frowned at her son, and halfheartedly scolded him.

"She mentioned something called Christmas," Ubbe explained to his father, who nodded in understanding.

Ragnar walked to (Y/N) and introduced himself. "Christmas is a Christian holiday. Like Yul, but they celebrate their Jesus."

"Is this true? So you are a Christian then." Aslaug murmured and looked down at her in contempt.

(Y/N) smiled awkwardly and shook her head, trying to defuse the tension. "It is not only celebrated by Christians. Some people just give gifts to each other and spent time with their families. Eat and drink while listening to music. Not everyone goes to churches."

The family nodded and invited her to sit. They didn't think her a threat anymore. Her strange clothes and English accent were more interesting. But there were some things about Christmas that interested them more.

"The songs?"

"Yes! Are they good?"

"They are great. Some singers make Christmas themed songs. Some are catchy, others annoying. But the traditional ones are very good." Sigurd grinned at the knowledge and toasted to her words.

"What else do you Christians do?" Ivar spat. Out of all the brothers, he seemed the most annoyed with her. He hated her all the same, even if she didn't tell him what faith she had.

Ragnar found her amusing, like a child with a new puppy. Aslaug didn't trust her much while Ubbe and Hvitserk kept flirting with her. At least Ubbe wasn't so blunt about it, other than Hvitserk. He kept on suggesting showing her their traditions in bed and how good he was at them. Sigurd was cautious and Ivar hateful.

But all her talking of Christmas was making her sad. More than anything, she wanted to go home and see her parents and Petunia. Not play teacher for a bunch of Vikings. No matter how attractive they all were.

"My family used to play games to pass the time. We sang songs and told stories." (Y/N) smiled a sad smile at the memories.

Aslaug left to pray to the gods for answers. She wanted to find out how to send (Y/N) home. Ragnar left his sons with the foreigner to get ready for some sacrifice they would hold for Yul.

"Do you have some traditions that are more fun?" Hvitserk teased, leaning closer into her personal space.

"Ehm... Kissing. We kiss under the mistletoe."

Hvitserk smirked at that and ran off to find some of the plants, not giving up on his chance with the (h/c).

"You seem sad. Why is that?" Ubbe asked, watching her in confusion.

"I miss my home. My parent too, and my dog."

Ubbe and Sigurd left as well, bored by her already. Ivar was the last one left and kept glaring at her in silence. The boy made her uneasy.

He reached into his pocket and threw something at her. "My necklace?"

"You dropped it when you arrived. It has a picture in it." (Y/N) opened the necklace; inside was a photo of her with her parents when she was younger.

The (h/c) trailed her thumb over their faces, tears gathering in her (e/c) eyes. "They must be so worried. I was supposed to call them, and now I have been here for three hours."

Ivar frowned at her sentiment and left her alone too. (Y/N) sat in the hall alone, crying silently over the photo.

"Protection runes to keep you safe and return you home safely," Aslaug announced, handing the girl a wooden carving.

"Thank you." The Queen smiled at her and stalked off to start the ritual that would bring her home.

Ivar returned as well, handing her an item too. "You said you play games. Play Hnefatafl with me. And stop crying; it's annoying."

So she played with the youngest son of Ragnar Lothbrok. The boy may say what he wants, but her happiness bothered him more than he let on.

After her eleventh lost game in a row, she had enough of his teasing. "Thank you very much, Ivar. It was fun. Even though you crushed all the pride and confidence, I had."

Ivar smirked in victory, but his smile froze when he felt her kiss on his forehead. "You are nicer than you seem." He opened his mouth to tell her off, but she wasn't there anymore.

Hvitserk barged in, breathing heavily with mistletoe in his hands. Ivar ignored his annoying complaints and touched his forehead in wonder.

When he prayed to the gods for Yul to be different, he didn't imagine them sending a girl from the future. He looked down at the Hnefatafl board and smiled. He got his wish anyway.

(Y/N) woke up on the carpet to Petunias barking in her ear. The tea cattle whistled on the stove, and her phone rang loudly.

"I am home." When the words caught up to her brain, she jumped up in glee. "Petunia, I am home! I bet I was just dreaming. That's all. Just a dream from my concussion."

She walked around her apartment to turn off the cattle and pick up the call. The whole time she didn't notice the wooden carving covered in runes—the only proof of her adventure.

#vikings #ivar the boneless #ivar lothbrok #history vikings #vikings imagine

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{Chapter 1- Small Beginnings}//Soft, Cute, and Far Smarter Than You [Sanders Sides Agere/CGLRE]

Here’s the story description+wattpad cover before you read the first chapter!!:

“Patton was spending every second he could learning about Logan. Little Logan and Big Logan alike, both of them were definitely worth his time. He's always wanted to be a dad, and playing the role for the little logical side came so easily for him. And the fact that he was slowly falling for Big Logan just made him all the more interested Maybe Logan hadn't been a regressor quite as long as Virgil had, but the coping skill definitely helped him just as much. From being a hyper toddler who just wants to read a children's book about space, to being a fourteen year old that is only interested in Sherlock and Netflix, every second is an adventure with a little who probably has a larger vocabulary than you do. So tag along for adventures, with two littles and two carers. A sibling like bond between the regressors, a secret shared between the sides. Prepare for a wild ride, because this is the beginning of a brand new life. Little Logan, no matter what age he was regressed to, would and always will be Soft, Cute, and Far Smarter Than You.”

"Logannnn!"

Logan was very much still asleep with Patton opened his door, waking him up with a sing-songy voice. It was weird, Patton checking on him every single morning. Logan knew it was just him checking if he'd have a baby for the day, or if Logan needed anything. He sat up a bit, rubbing at his eyes before looking up at Patton. His vision was still a bit blurry because he didn't have his glasses on, but he gave a soft wave.

"Still sleepy?" Patton chuckled, coming to the side of the bed and sitting down.

"mhm." was his only response.

"Virgil woke up pretty small today, and I wanted to check if you felt little too." Patton spoke after a few moments, "So...am I making breakfast for a toddler or not?"

Logan giggled at that, immediately covering his mouth with his hand. "Didn't mean that. No, m' big."

"Okay, so I'm guessing you're around five right now?" Patton teased, softly reaching over and tugging on his wrist so that his hand was pulled away from his face. Logan was blushing, looking around for one of his stuffed animals to hug. "Awe, sweetheart. I know being little and cutesy, especially around us is new for you, but you have nothing to be scared of."

"Pwomise?" Logan replied quickly, biting on his lip. Patton gave a soft smile, knowing the boy was regressing fully now.

"Absolutely, baby." he leaned forward, kissing his forehead softly.

This whole thing, Virgil and Logan being toddlers sometimes, it was new. Newer to Patton then it was to Roman, but either way it was an adjustment for everyone. Virgil had been regressing since he left the dark sides at the latest, but he had only told Roman about his littlespace three or so months ago. And the only reason he did so was because he involuntarily regressed while he was there to see.

Logan himself had been regressing knowingly for only a few months, but he had suspicions that he had been regressing much longer, he just didn't know what it was to label it. He thought it was some weird thing, not a completely healthy coping skill that was improving his mental health. So when Virgil slipped up at the dinner table just a few weeks ago and couldn't come up with a cover up, Logan was glad to hear that there was another little in the house.

Logan remembered the rant Patton gave Virgil and Logan, telling them that they shouldn't hide their regression, and now that everyone knew, they could regress whenever they wanted. Virgil came to Logan's room after dinner, and they talked for hours about what was previously a secret.

"I would've never pegged you as a regressor, but I guess it makes sense. You probably have the most stressful work out of all of us. This might be weird, but do you know your age range?" Logan remembered him asking.

Logan remembered talking throughout the whole night, and ending up somewhat cuddled up in Logan's bed. They didn't regress that night, but they did both wake up small.

That day was no more then two weeks ago, and things were still being settled and figured out. Roman being Virgil's caregiver had already been arranged, but Logan didn't have a caregiver. He insisted that he didn't really need one, the only reason he told everyone was because they reacted well to Virgil and he didn't logically see the point in keeping in a secret when he knew that he'd most likely be accepted. He also knew it would make things easier, if he didn't have to hide and rush off to his room every single time he felt himself slipping.

And though he said that he didn't need a carer, doing things by himself that morning while watching Roman guide and baby Virgil kind of made him sad. That's when Patton stepped in, helping him and giving him affection, he did his best and his best was enough for Logan. So since then, every single morning, Patton would come to his room and ask if he was little. Most of the time, he wasn't, and he'd get a soft hug and a "breakfast will be ready soon". But when he was, like now, Patton would help him get ready for the day.

"Do you want a pacifier today, baby?" Patton asked softly, walking around his room to pull together an outfit. He looked at Logan, who nodded a bit. Patton gave him a soft smile, walking over to his dark blue dresser. He opened the bottom drawer, leaning down to retrieve the small black chest from it. He closed the drawer and came back over to his bed, sitting down next to where Logan was now sitting crisscross-applesauce on his bed.

Logan was now dressed in a blue sweater and a pair of black shortalls, content with the outfit Patton had picked out for him. Patton opened the small chest, turning it towards the boy. "Which one would you like, Little One?"

Logan looked inside the box, at the six different pacifiers. Two were plain solid-colored adult pacifiers (one dark blue, one white), two were modified baby pacifiers, and two were deco pacifiers. "I don know," he pouted, looking between them.

"One of the blue ones would probably match your outfit well?" Patton offered as advice. Logan hesitated, looking between the leftover options.

He picked out one of the decorative ones, it was pastel blue with the phrase 'baby' on the handle in white letter beads. There were different colored gems stuck on it, and the button of the pacifier there was a little heart that was blue and sparkly.

"It's so cute! You're so adorable oh my god-" Patton paused to take a breath, looking at the adorableness that was the little in front of him. He did that a lot, where he'd coo over him while he was supposed to be taking care of him. "Okay I'm sorry, here's a pacifier clip," he dug into the box, pulling out a white pacifier clip to attach his pacifier to his shirt.

"It's kay," Logan giggled at Patton, blushing a bit. He let Patton connect the pacifier to the clip, and then clip it to his overalls. He spat out the pacifier playfully, letting it hang from his shirt.

"Be careful, that one is a decorative one! You'll be sad if something falls off of it!" Patton warned, Logan pouting a bit.

"Noo, don't wan break it!" he squeaked, looking at the pacifier now for any sign of damage.

"It's all okay, Lo. I was just letting you know so that it didn't happen," Patton explained.

"Oh, okay..." Logan slipped the pacifier nipple back into his mouth before adjusting his gasses on his face.

"You ready to go downstairs? I'll let you have fruit and whipped cream for breakfast!" Patton offered. Logan bounced in place excitedly, moving to get off of his bed.

"Don't you want Lilly?" Patton asked, getting off the bed as well but not leaving.

"Oh! Liwwy!" Logan reached for the stuffed elephant in question, squeezing her in his arms. Patton chuckled at his adorable antics, reaching out his hand for him to take. Logan took it softly, letting Patton guide him down the stairs.

"Look, it's saturn!" Logan had this habit of switching what age he was regressed to in littlespace. Patton was starting to get used to him waking up really small and then adjusting later. No one was sure why he did it, but it was definitely noticeable. His pacifier hung somewhat-uselessly off of his overalls,and he was sitting next to Patton, reading picture books out loud.

Patton had taken over the very important job of holding Lilly while he read. "Yeah, I see it honey." Logan took this as a signal to continue reading his space book. Patton would act shocked at random facts, making Logan feel like he taught him something (which made him excited), and also point out the pictures in the book. If Logan began to stumble over a word, he'd point at it and Patton would help him sound it out.

Logan and Patton haven't officially talked about the whole caregiver thing, Patton just played the role when needed. Logan was definitely not secretly planning out how he was going to ask Patton to be his caregiver, that was surely not a thing he was considering.

Patton was just so good at helping him slip when he was close, and comforting him about not wanting to be small. "Baby, baby, baby. You're so cute!" Patton was practically squealing now, and he 'booped' Logan's nose softly. "You soft, little, cute thing I can't even-" he squeezed him into a hug. Logan giggled, scrunching his nose and kicking his feet a bit.

Roman chuckled, entering the living room with Virgil trailing behind him shyly. "I did the same thing when I first found out about this baby emo. I was like, so obsessed with how adorable he is," he sat on the couch near Logan and Patton, pulling Virgil onto the couch and setting him on his lap. Virgil was facing towards Roman, and he almost immediately buried his face in his chest.

"And you're not anymore?" Patton sounded as if he was betrayed or something.

"I got used to the adorableness, so I at the very least don't have a heart attack from the cuteness every single time." Roman lightly ran his fingers through Virgil's hair, causing him to hum.

Patton went to say something, but Logan tugged on Patton's hand to get his attention. "What is it, baby?" Patton spoke softly, looking at him in curiousity.

Logan silently pointed at the tv, mumbling something. "What was that, sweetheart?"

Logan whined, taking Lilly from Patton's lap and squeezing her tight. His picture book was abandoned beside him. "'Punzel!" he repeated louder, lifting Lilly up so that he was hiding behind her.

"You mean Rapunzel? You wanna watch Tangled, baby?" Roman translated for Patton. Logan nodded a bit.

"Oh, sure! We can put on Tangled for you!" Patton reached forward, getting the remote from the coffee table and turning on the tv. Roman distracted himself with talking to Virgil in his lap. Once Patton located Disney+ and went to search up the requested movie.

"We can make some lunch while the boys watch this," Roman suggested as Patton went to go play the movie. Virgil lifted his head from Roman's chest with a worried pout. "I'll be in the kitchen baby. If you really need me, I'm not far."

Virgil still pouted, but eased up. Roman kissed his forehead before moving him so that he was just sitting on the couch. Logan kinda went quiet, silently slipping his pacifier into his mouth and leaning back. "Okay, I'll be in the kitchen if you need me, sweetheart. I'll watch the movie with you after you two eat, okay?"

Logan gave a soft nod, smiling a bit. Patton gave him a kiss on the forehead, before leaving the boy. Patton hit the light switch on the way out, and the two littles settled in to watch the movie.

This whole family thing, being taken care of and having another little around, it was definitely different.

But it wasn't a bad different. Yeah, Logan was nervous to be openly little, as was Virgil. But, once they got over that nervousness, they'd form a family that would be full of adventures and memories.

And I have one thing to ask.

Will you stick around to see the adventures?

Will you stay and watch these four dorks form new memories?

Because this is definitely going to be a wild ride.

A/N: Hi! Welcome to my new story!! this is a quick intro with some exposition tied in there so that you know what's going on! If you have any questions comment them/send them to my inbox (Wattpad/Tumblr). This story will primarily feature Logan in middlespace (13-16), but toddlerspace!Logan (3-5)+kiddo!Logan (6-12) will also be included along the way! Virgil regresses between 6 months-5 years!

If you'd like, send your reactions/thoughts on this chapter to my inbox as well/comment them (again, tumblr vs wattpad). I'm excited to see what people think about this story!

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