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unadulteratedsoulsweets · 8 months ago

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A DC X DP IDEA #28

My Beloved

Imagine dis…

You know, I like misunderstandings…

I saw a bunch of prompts that Danny is the mother of Ellie and Dan who is angry and will destroy the world in the future.

I also saw a bunch of prompts of Danny and Phantom separating themselves and acting like two individual beings but having to be in proximity or else there would be consequences.

But I didn’t see anything about combining the two things…

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

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Daniel “Danny” Fenton knew that he had many powers, that kept on growing and appearing at the heat of the moment. He would sometimes forget how many powers he had due to his never-ending list. He has powers that he likes to use often, like levitation, flight, intangibility, his ghostly wail, and many more… But even he has a favorite, his duplication power.

Unlike Vlad who can create multiple clones of himself to do his bidding, he can only create one.

Now don’t go on and underestimate him just because he can only create one despite Vlad making multiple and who is also a halfa.

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His clone is unique, when he first discovered this power of his he was all alone in the house full of guns to kill him when a passing thought passed his mind. Wes was getting on his nerves with how he adamantly tried to prove that he was Phantom. He knew the consequences when the people knew the truth, especially his parents, every time he closed his eyes it always showed him and his parents at the other end of the dissecting table.

He kept on saving them, poor animal ghosts who had just stumbled through the portal. He kept on stuffing his face with his pillows just to block out the screams.

He had just blinked, one moment he was all alone and all of a sudden another appeared in front of him.

He was startled at the notion while the clone looked at him with interest.

The clone was not human-HIM per se, but it was the ghostly-HIM aka Phantom but with more ghostly attributes.

Snow white hair that seems to sway, taller by a few feet, pointed ears, fanged teeth, skin so blue, and white freckles that seem to give off a faint glow.

He tried going ghost but was unable to do so, what he can do is a weaker version of flight, intangibility, and invisibility. While Phantom got most if not all of his powers whenever he went ghost.

At first, he was ecstatic with this new power of his not only he can throw people off who are looking too deeply into Phantom’s identity and put an end to Wes’s chatter but with this new power of his he can finally have some sort of normalcy.

But after a few minutes, he began to feel fatigued and nauseous, Phantom slowly moved towards Danny and merged himself with his human half causing a faint white glow all over his body that he got used to whenever he was going ghost.

It was a few minutes, Danny thought to himself, but it was enough to not only create a separation between the kid who always hides in the bathroom or disappears whenever there is a ghost attack and a ghost kid who looks the same age as he and only appears whenever he disappears.

But it was enough.

…

Everything was great, as Phantom was able to deal with the ghosts that constantly invaded his hometown but also, he is slowly bringing his grades up from where it was before the accident. He also created an alibi for himself so people will know that both Phantom and Danny and two separate people.

Both sides were able to go on separated from each other the more time they spent separated

…

After a few days, something also began to change.

Phantom would sometimes make a joke or a quip about death or even puns that made Danny laugh. Phantom would be more serious whenever they got too far from each other, small things that made both Danny and Phantom different from one another from an outside perspective.

Both made a mental connection to each other.

Not like romantically, but more of a deep platonic love for each other.

Devotion to each of their other halves. So deep that one might double-take whenever they saw the two.

Danny loves his friends and family but even they cannot understand him ever since the day of the accident. Jazz blessed his sister’s soul, who read every book in every existence known to man and tried to help him. But the thing is, those books are for humans, not ghosts, and especially not for someone like him.

He died and came back to life knowing instinctively that something was wrong with him. He stands in between life and death. He knew he died and felt every bolt of electricity that had killed him. He who had to sit still at the dinner table listening to their parents who were supposed to love them, listened in great detail to what they would do to Phantom when they had caught him.

But Phantom, Phantom instinctively knew how he felt and heard his thoughts. When rough days came to Danny, Phantom quietly appeared behind him and offered his silent support.

Both needed each other to live, without the other one cannot survive on their own.

Phantom, when got too far and separated from his human for far too long got reckless, angry, cold, merciless, and ruthless. Nocturn got the burnt of it despite knowing that Phantom held back.

And Danny?

Got too emotional, and detached, and has that far-away look on his face. He would space out an entire war or destruction surrounding and he still would not notice.

Both are each other’s anchor and rock. And when both become one and become Phantom together then they will be unstoppable.

…

When Danny became the Ghost King it was clear they needed to separate often due to the amount of paperwork that was left pilling when Pariah Dark was in charge.

It became domestic, Danny thought as he paused for a bit when he was trying to write a book report from the Lord of the Rings courtesy of Mr. Lancer. Add the latest guests in his room he thought as he took a look at the sleeping and cuddled up Dan and Ellie who are now freshly de-aged due to some circumstances.

When Danny tried to explain to the two halves the reason why he and Phantom seemed to separate or why he was using this power of his almost every day.

Dan and Ellie seem the only two who didn’t feel weird at his new predicament. Both de-aged ghosts after a sudden bad melting episode and the start of someone’s redemption arc called human Danny is their mom while Phantom is their dad.

Danny at first surprised at the title given by the two but asked playfully to the twins why is he the mom. Phantom who was trying to cuddle the two de-aged ghosts whom he saw as his children at this point and his human counterpart mumbled about whether was it the time when he went and juggled flaming diapers or mastered the art of the 'mom stare' that could freeze a room?

Danny who is still in a bad mood from Dash’s bullying earlier snarked back at Phantom on how he got the dad title. Did he accidentally perfect the art of 'dad dancing' during ghostly gatherings? or accidentally stumble into a dad joke competition?

Sam, often would joke that if she didn’t know better, she would think the two would be lovers which would be found in Paulina’s A03 account and history.

Now that spread like wildfire, it spread faster than Wes could say Danny is Phantom. Now both GIW and his parents are out to get him for two different reasons… One Phantom mind controlled their precious son and now locked up Danny for his “own good” and two he was called a so-called “traitor” to his race as he fell in love with a creature who was not even sentient.

As things slowly went out of hand, Danny had to physically drag Phantom, who had been clawing and gripping to Danny like a lifetime ever since Danny told him to stay at the Infinite Realms for their safety, to a portal with the two children who have their eyes puffed red as they say their farewells to each other.

…

The JL is now confused, they kept seeing the same teen on the loose that appeared in various cities such as Metropolis, Central, Star City, and many more, with various government agents tailing him and trying to capture him.

At first, they thought it was another of Walker’s programs, in which they kidnap various kids who have a powerful meta ability to be part of a group that directly answers to the government.

But when it was revealed that he is another son of Bruce Wayne, it became personal.

Could it be another ploy to gain the Wayne enterprise through a much older and miniature appearance of Bruce Wayne, is it another ploy to gain Bruce Wayne’s wealth and money… They might never know.

…

Batman aka Bruce Wayne publicly announced that he had found another son who was rummaging in the trash of Gotham City, this way those mysterious agents could not publicly go after him as Danny had been publicly broadcasted and the manor is equipped with the latest security known to man.

Danny is very skittish the Batfam concluded, as if every move and twitch they made is something Danny should be wary of. Danny was too distracted to be sad, and have little to no energy to even join Dick and the rest of his siblings to bond over something.

However, that didn’t stop them from forming some sort of familial bond with Danny despite him being too guarded and too wary to get close to the family.

However, it all changed on a random day, as the entire noticed his change of mood. No longer the wariness, anxiety, and nervousness they encountered daily. Each of them began asking around within themselves if they were the one who made a change to Danny, even Alfred didn’t know who or what made him turn a 180.

Of course, when they tried to ask COUGH to interrogate COUGH Danny, he just kept quiet and smiled shyly.

Night comes and all the Bats are gathered at the cave to discuss what made Danny to be in a good mood before their patrol.

As they were just about to leave for their shift when Oracle notified them Danny leaving the manor.

Of course, all of them immediately followed him and followed him to a tall abandoned building with Danny sitting giddily on top of the said building. Of course, some of them have some dark thoughts about Danny sitting on top of a warehouse and seeming near the edge. One of the Bat broods is ready to interfere if Danny even makes any signs.

But all thoughts were thrown out as a crack seemed to tear through reality appeared behind Danny, Danny on the other hand looked ecstatic. As the tear/ crack opened up there they saw an underworldly being donned with a crown that is covered in various jewels, an outfit and cape fit for an emperor, and eyes that reminded them of the Lazarus pits.

Just as the moment they tried to calm their hearts down, Danny flung himself towards the unknown being and cried out beloved, the said being caught Danny and twirled him around.

Both are in their little world as they both keep laughing and hugging each other.

The Bat family who are still in the shadows kept their eyes on the two as they wanted to get Danny away from someone that made their instincts go haywire. Batman and Robin are both especially to grab Danny away from that thing.

Both the being and Danny finally settled down and began chatting to each other with little to no distance between the two. The being then summoned a basket that was full of unique and exotic food and then shared it with their new brother.

Then Danny suddenly asked about the kids, What kids!!! EVERYONE thought when suddenly two black blurs went and tackled Danny down, knocking the air out of him.

As the kids stopped hugging Danny, they all held their breaths, they looked like the perfect copy of Danny. Black hair and blue eyes, both kids exclaimed Danny as their mom while they pouted at the being and called him dad about hoarding their mom.

The reunited “family” began chatting about how they were at each other, more on the beings asking how Danny is especially doing.

Danny chatted about how the Waynes are too good for him and how he informed Batman since the Bats have a very close relationship with the Waynes. When one of the kids why mom needs to talk to Batman, Danny just casually reveals a bombshell on the Anti-Ecto laws, GIW, The Infinite realms...etc. So that both mom and dad could get together again, as mom aka Danny is trying everything to stop the war from the living world while their dad tries to stop the war from the Realms.

As they were chatting and catching up to one another, Danny looked at his wristwatch and told the kids that he had to get going or else the Waynes might notice that he snuck out. Both kids immediately cried and gripped Danny while the other being also known as dad didn’t even try to pry the kids off from Danny as he too wanted to stay with the human.

Of course, Danny gently pried off the three hands that were gripping and immediately one of the kids threw a tantrum at how Danny was not safe and might get him killed if he stayed there and Danny should just go with them. Of course, Danny shook his head and told the kid that Mommy was doing everything he could to protect both of them also he might not want to admit it in front of the Wayne but he did grow on them, like a fungus he can’t remove.

And so, the trio left the building after one last look and hug from Danny, Danny immediately lost the small life and cheerfulness that he had when he was meeting them and silently went back to the manor.

…

This made the Bat clan scramble to fix everything, all the while competing for the favorite uncle and aunt title while both Bruce and Alfred engage in their silent war for the grandpa title, when they showed their findings to the League both Booster Gold and the Flask stood up white as paper.

They claimed at the picture of Danny, that he may be the one who destroyed the future, but looked a little confused as some traits that they remembered were not on Danny which made them speculate that maybe he grew into. But when the two-time travelers explained in great detail his appearance, it matched the appearance of their nephew.

Is this the reason why Dan turned evil, humans have killed his family leaving him both angry and devastated that he let the world know of his pain?

…

PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

PPS: As you can see, I posted a bit early, I got a bunch of people to do and things to see. So uhh, bye-bye!

PPPS: This one got too long for my liking...

#dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #ghost king danny

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leosmaxromanoff · 1 year ago

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Summary: What if in order to protect what you love you have to stray from the path you have always followed?

Warnings: Heavy Angst, goodbyes, mentions of death and blood, depression, grief, Genocide, Hanahaki, Reader is lost, Reader needs a hug, Talokan is gone. English isn't my first language. Men & Minor DNI || Not reader proof.

Pairing: WandaNat x Talokanil!Reader

Words Count: 3.6k

A/N: Did I got more traumatized after seeing Getou and Gojo finally animated? Yes. Did I wrote this to cpe with it? Yes.

“Are you sure about this?”

The look that Gamora gave you made you chuckle. Of course, it wasn’t the wisest decision, but you knew it was something that needed to be done. You looked back at her and gave her a sweet smile, unfortunately, it didn’t get your eyes.

“We need to see the light at some point, right?”

Change.

That was the only thing you were not able to adapt yet. If you ever had the choice to stop it you would take it without any doubt, without even thinking about the consequences. Most people would say it wasn’t right, in the end, change was something that kept things interesting and the world and universe moving and evolving. Change allowed people to grow on themselves and become something else, sometimes it would be for a better version of themselves and others it would be the contrary. The not so fortunate cases would become their worst version of themselves.

But for you, changes, had not been as kind as anyone could expect. Changes were the things that had you standing in this position on the first place. You were the guardian of an ancient civilization. You were the right hand of your king, and more recently, you were an Avenger. Having the power to guide the souls to the other side, and using their souls as your personal army, you had become one of the most important and useful members on the organization.

That was until two days ago.

Now you were the top of the most wanted by S.H.I.E.L.D. and your future with them would only include yourself being restrained and made the test subject inside the lowest level of The Raft.

Everything you had built in the last year had come crashing down so fast that you mind was still searching the point where everything had gone wrong. The anger was something you were getting used to, but the guilt was a whole different thing. It was present at the front of your mind making you aware of the death dreams you had taken away with their hopes. The roots starting to show on your right arm were the living proof of this. Behind your skin they were growing with the guilt. The night before you had to ask for Gamora and Namora’s help when the buds of cempasúchil began to open your skin to sprout.

They would grow on your heart and lungs as long as the people you loved didn’t correspond your affection, but something that no one told you was that it could grow with a heavy loss. So now you were walking under the freezing air and the cold snow in the streets of New York waiting to see them for at least now, the last time.

With the low temperature you started to feel the tips of your fingers and toes going numb, maybe it wasn’t the best decision going out only with a pair of pants, convers and a black sweatshirt, but it wasn’t as if you were exactly paying any attention to that to begin with. When you looked the people walking besides you, the fist thing you noticed where the smiles on their faces followed by the tint of red on their cheeks and the happiness in their eyes. The kid on his father’s arms was pointing at the biggest advertisements changing on the walls of Times Square. He would pat his father’s head and his mother’s shoulder to show them whatever thing attracted his attention. On the other hand, the couple beside you were taking a selfie showing building at the center of the Square. Before you could take another step, your legs stopped abruptly as you felt the roots on your right arm starting to squeeze it as it moved forward to the base of your hand, you held your arm against your chest and walking between the crowd you let your body fell against one of the free walls you found.

Taak ulak k’iin, yóol tiʼ Amikoo.

(See you later, faithful friend)

Namor's words began to echo inside your mind like a scratched record not leaving any space for other thoughts. His child's eyes full of innocence and love was the next thing your brain put in front of you. Remembering his last laugh, you forgot how to breathe again. Your nose kept trying to pull air into your lungs, but your organ was painfully resisting your will. It seemed like any air you accomplished to get inside would disappear the moment it reached your lungs. Feeling the sweat starting to flow on your forehead, you knew you didn’t have enough time to deal with this for now. Ignoring the echoes of their laughs, you moved your head to the front and without hesitation you crashed the back against the wall. The pain made the regretful memories go away but instead now you had blood running down your neck.

When you finally got up, you walked until you saw a familiar figure resting against one of the statues on the Square.

Seeing her struggle with her hair you approached her with a soft smile on your face. Maybe some things don’t really have to change.

“Hey Hawkniss!”

When Kate looks up you saw a train of emotions passing through her eyes, starting with surprise, followed by relief to finish with doubt. Taking one of the hair bands off your wrist, you extended you hand so she could take it.

“You always forget this when you go out, I thought I told you to always bring one?” You say with a lighthearted tone. Kate rolls her eyes as she accepts the hair band and lets her head fall a little to the front while she accommodates her hair in a ponytail.

“You know S.H.I.E.L.D put an arrest warrant against you right?” They way she says it makes you look at her, the joking tone on her voice is only a façade for the worry in her eyes. “The things they are saying…” Her voice breaks mid-sentence as she moves her gaze to the kids running a few steps away from the both of you, but you know exactly what she’s asking.

You move closer to her and bumping your shoulder softly against hers you try for her to look at you again.

“You can ask, I’ve never lied before.”

“Is it true?” She looks at you with hope in her eyes, her heart fighting her mind and possibly the images and files Fury already showed her and the rest of the team. For a brief moment you imagine how that reunion went. The faces full of surprise and disbelief of everyone you had been once close to. The reaction of those who never trusted you and those who trusted you a little more than they should have. Then you were fill with the two pair of green eyes you once loved.

“Unfortunately, it is all true.”

You hear the gasp and see how her body tenses.

“Why?” She grabs the borders of the statue as she tries to avoid your eyes.

“They continue to put the sails in the same place no matter how much the wind keeps blowing them out. I just want to move the candles around. I seek a world where at the end of the road the only thing we find is not the bodies of our companions. It only happens to be that some ‘insects’ are blocking the way."

“You have lost your mind.” Kate looks at you in disbelief.

“I’m not looking for approval.” You shrug your shoulders as you look at the sky. “And I don’t expect anyone to understand either.”

You feel how she starts to move her hand towards her ear, and you smile.

“You sound just like any other delusional villain we have fought before.” She makes a pause before the person at the other side of the comm answer her call. “She’s here at Times Square. She’s dressed as a civilian.” You guess the person on the other side is reprimanding her when she answers. “Are you crazy? She can break my neck in a blink of an eye!”

“How is it possible that you are that skinny and that fucking strong?”

You look at Peter with a mix of emotions as your brain tries to process the fact that a teenage boy just kicked your ass and probably broke one of your ribs.

“Well, you know… I eat a lot of vegetables and do a lot of excercis-“ Before he can even finish you throw one of your shoes at him.

“Don’t you dare come up with your “Friendly neighbor” persona right no- Ouch!” You were pointing at him when your body fell backward as the pain of your now officially broken ripped made its presence. When he approached you saw the panic in his eyes, and you felt a little guilty for your reaction. “Don’t make that look. I’ve fought since you weren’t even born, I should have been more careful and shouldn’t have underestimated you.” You extended your hand towards him and after a few seconds, he helps you to get on your feet again.

“I’m sorry, I should have measure better the strength I use…”

“It’s fine, I only got hurt because you got me there. I thought you were using your full force back then, but now that I know you are capable of more, next time I will not pull my punches.” You smile at him before pulling him towards your side and patting his head jokingly.

“Hey! Stop! I’m not a kid!” He says as he tries to free himself from your little attack against his hair.

“I will always see you as a kid. Kid.” You give him a soft smile begore letting go of his head. Deciding the training was finalize for the day, you started to take your things before leaving the training room, but a popping on your mind, you turned to look at Peter again. “Why did you join The Avengers?”

The question comes out of your mouth before you can even think about how it might come as intrusive and as seeing how Peter flinches a little you know you screw up, but when he starts walking with his phone in hand, you become embarrassed as you see the picture of a man smiling as his background.

“He was my uncle Ben. He died the day I got my powers when a thief shot him on the stomach.”

“Peter I-“

“Don’t worry. I guess if I see a 15-year-old guy risking his life instead of partying I would make myself the same question.” He shrugs his shoulders as he puts his phone away. “I guess… It’s just that when you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you. In the end is just an everyday decision. It is a leap of faith.”

When he looks at you the weight of his determination strikes you as a bucket of cold water. You had known this kid for months now, but before now, you didn’t notice the weight he was carrying on his shoulders. And when he turns around for you to follow him, you see how his back looks bigger than before.

“ ‘With great power comes great responsibility.’ That was the last thing my uncle Ben said to me. Since then, I didn’t try to save the world, but I tried to save one person, and after meeting all this people with the same goal as me… I decided to protect them too. In the end, it is a weight we all carry, but it is easier when you are not the only one doing it.”

“Tell me it isn’t true!” You hear Wanda’s voice coming from behind, her voice is a little agitated, but you can’t understand if it is because of the news or because she came running. “Y/N! Don’t you dare take another step forward!”

Giving a final step, you stopped in the middle of the moving crowd. The red and yellow lights from the signal of Mc Donalds were the ones reflecting on you as the words to start the end of this chapter came to your mind.

“Fury already showed you the files, and I already confessed to Kate. Are you underestimating me that much?”

“That’s not good enough reason for killing 16,000 people!” Wanda´s voice comes out as a scream, making some people to make some distance from herself. “That’s not something Peter or Namor would want for you! Did you really had to kill May and Bobby to reach your goal!?”

Please don’t hate them so much. Namor’s words only made the roots in your heart sting.

“How can I be fair if I start making exceptions from the beginning? Their deaths won’t be in vain.” You said nonchalantly.

“You said you would protect those who couldn’t protect themselves! You swore you wouldn’t kill without any good reason! This is not a good enough reason, and it doesn’t make any fucking sense!”

“It makes sense, and it has a cause as well. If you don’t understand or approve it… It isn’t my problem anymore.”

“What sense does it make to kill people to protect us!?” You feel your chest aching as the frustration in her voice becomes more noticeable. “We protect people, we do not kill them Y/N! We have the power to protect them so that’s why we do it! You can’t kill everyone just to achieve something as worthless as that.”

Wanda. Natasha.

“You are so full of yourself, aren’t you?” The harshness in your voice made her take a step back. “It is so easy for you to undermine everyone’s effort because you can do what everyone already does, isn’t it?” You said with a distant tone.

I´m sorry. I don’t now what else to do to make it all stop.

“What the hell are you talking about!?” Wanda was blindsided by your words. A lot of questions were forming around her head, but she didn’t have any answer to any of them. Since when were you feeling this way?

“You could turn your wrist or snap your fingers and you could turn the world around as you see fit…”

I thought I had the strength to face whatever it came my way as long as I were with you both, but I’m so tired of having this much blood in my hands…

For the first time in months, you finally looked at her. And for the first time in months, she saw you.

The woman that had appeared in front of her and Natasha a year ago was nowhere to be found. You had the same hair and the same eyes, you had the same pointing ears and the same wrinkles around your eyes, but the look you had, was nowhere near the proudest and righteous person she had given her heart to.

“Wanda, can you hear me? Where are you both? I don’t see you.” Natasha’s voice came through the comm, but she couldn’t bring herself to respond. The tone of your skin was paler as the clothes that once were hers and Natasha now were fitting you looser than before. But what finally broke her heart was the disdain plastered in your eyes. You were right in front of her but there was no track of the love of her life in there. Right now, the only thing she was seeing was a shell of your former self.

"Are you trying to break the will of others to do something that you would be able to do?”

I’m tired of sending the souls of the people I care to the other side. How long, before it will be the turn of either of the two of you?

With numbness in your heart, you looked at her with your gaze completely lost. This was the final step to finally begin with the final act. There would be no coming back after today, and there was no coming back after the lives you had already taken.

“Detka, please just listen to me…” Wanda pleaded with desperation in her voice, but not even her trembling body made you back down.

We keep entrusting our lives to people that only see us as weapons and will turn their backs from us the moment we make a mistake.

You saw the way the snow was resting softly against her soft hair and how beautiful she looked, as her cheeks were now completely flushed from the low temperatures the weather was providing. Some part of you wished you could also see Natasha for the last time, but you were grateful she wasn´t here right now. Would you change your mind if the both of you were here with you?

The group, you both, keep putting your trust in them…

“Are you The Scarlet Witch because you are Wanda Maximoff? Or are you Wanda Maximoff because you are The Scarlet Witch?”

That’s why I can’t trust any of you, so I have to do this alone.

“Stop…”

“If I were you and had your powers, would you think the same about my stupid resolve?” You looked at your hands as the roots started to grow around your fingers, but not even they could stop you from making your final move. “I have decided what I want to do with my life. You can mock this leap of faith I’m making; I’m not expecting anyone’s approval.”

When you noticed Natasha’s presence getting closer, you decided it was already time to go away. Without waiting for any response, you looked at Wanda for the last time before finally removing yourself from their lives. You took in the way her teary eyes were looking at you and the way her freezing breath came out of her mouth, you notice the way her lips were moving trying to look for the right words, and how her eyes fading away the beautiful green just to become completely green.

This is the decision I’ve made and the leap of faith I’m making.

“Y/N! Wait! Malysh!” You look at Natasha and how she’s struggling to get to you between the crowd, but for the first time in months, you were grateful it was ending this way.

I don’t want to save the world; I just want to save just my people.

The roots and flowers on your chest were struggling to comprehend the consistency between your actions and your emotions. Turning around you started to walkaway leaving Natasha to deal with the people surrounding her and Wanda standing up in the middle of the street looking as you walk away. Your senses peak the moment you feel Wanda’s magic to surround her but the only way they could stop you now is if they stop your heart, and for that, you are also prepared.

“You can arrest me or kill me for all I care… That would also make sense...”

“Wanda told me I could find you here.”

Natasha looked over her shoulder and after seeing the identity of the man, she returned to look the name of the grave inf front of her.

“So, how are you hanging on?”

“Is Tony Stark showing care for someone else apart from himself?” She said, her face full of apathy.

“I won’t take it personally Romanoff, don’t worry.”

Tony took of his coat and sat next to Natasha. The past few months had been difficult for everyone with the numerous losses and funerals they had attended, and your defection from the group was the lowest punch they had received. The union they once had was now completely nonexistent as Thor and Loki decided to return to Asgard and Clint decided to leave to be with his family. Steve went back to Wakanda to help Bucky find amore peaceful life and Wanda and Natasha were lost without you. They wouldn’t even spend time together anymore as they both decided it was best to go to every mission the got with the hope they would see you, even if it was on the contrary side of the law, but even that would be enough for them.

“I don’t need your bullshit right now.”

“God, you need to take care of your words, we have minors here.”

“How can you be like this after everything that has happened?” Natasha started to play with the grass under her shoes. She would play with everything just to avoid the concern in Tony’s eyes.

“I’m not.” Tony let out a sigh before looking at the grave. “I’m mad and I feel useless. I have made many armors, but it seems that not matter how many I make it would never be enough to protect the people I care. I have the greatest artificial intelligence in the world, and I couldn’t even get enough information about that mission…” When Tony’s voice quivered Natasha finally looked at the man in front of her but as it was now days, the shell of the man she once knew too. “There´s not a single day that I don’t feel guilt about his death. Maybe if he hadn’t died Y/N would still be here. Thor would be still here… Steve would be here…”

Not knowing what to do or say, the only thing Natasha did was resting her head against Tony shoulder as both kept staring at the grave.

In loving memory of Peter Parker,

The best nephew. The best friend. The best hero.

The amazing Spider-Man“We all have powers of one kind or another.”

A/N: I hope you all like this.

Dividers & final image: @/jaysdividers

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda mcu #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff/reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff angst #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #wandanat #wanda x natasha #scarletwidow #Natasha Romanoff/Reader #Natasha Romanoff Angst #natasha mcu #Leo’s fic #wandanat x reader

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maxineryx · 10 months ago

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Before you continue, I have came to inform you that this includes anime and manga spoilers (chapter 236 onwards). Thanks for reading :)

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In a Field of Sunflowers

After a long, exhausting fight, Yuuji finally has a chance to rest in your warm presence.

Pairing: Yuuji Itadori x reader

Wc: 1.8k

Warnings & tags: death, blood, regret, self-hate, hurt/comfort

An earthy aroma stuck in the air as multiple patches of tall and bright sunflowers stretched across the green meadow. A light breeze played around with the flowers and grass, slithering around anything in its way. There were a couple of trees that surrounded the meadow, but they were only a tiny speck compared to the ginormous grassy hills in the distance, overlooking and shielding the land in front. The green land was completely covered in yellow, and the clear sky above looked almost dreamy, a very nice shade of blue and a tint of purple. It was entirely devoid of human nature, as if it was an undiscovered place yet to come across.

That was until a bright ball, whiter than the whitest snow, brighter than the sun, appeared out of thin air amidst the sunflowers, slowly growing and reshaping itself to what seemed to be a person. Once it was done, the ball was long gone, and there was now a boy, with a slightly translucent body, as if he was still adjusting to the scene. The sunflowers that surrounded him twinkled and glowed happily.

However, he was anything but happy.

He was none other than Yuuji Itadori, who had a deep wound piercing his abdomen. Although he was in a peaceful setting, blood trickled from the wound, from his nose, and mouth. His clothes were ripped in many places, revealing old and new scars on his body, and his already bruised fingers were still curled into fists. The flowers around him appeared to have noticed his raging demeanour and slowly cowered, returning to their dull yellow colour. Yuuji’s eyes were full of hatred as he froze completely, looking around, taking in the scene surrounding him. His ragged breathing gradually regulated, unclenching his fists. He looked down at his wound, blinking in confusion at how it didn’t hurt when his cold fingers came in contact with the injury. The breeze from before came back, dancing with his hair, calming his heartbeat down. That’s when he took a step, and then another, not necessarily knowing where he was heading, but something in his mind told him to go onward.

Yuuji trudged through the thick patches of yellow, the sunflowers brushing against his dirtied clothes, legs about to surrender due to exhaustion. Then, as he spotted something peculiar in the distance amongst the flowers, his eyes widened as one thought raced through his mind. However, it was too impossible to believe yet. He moved forward again, but this time even faster as if the weariness was never there to begin with.

There he stood motionless, staring at the person in front of him, and he had to blink a couple of times to make sure it wasn’t his eyes deceiving him.

It was you. Staring up at the dreamy blue sky with a carefree expression, sitting on the soft grass with yellow flowers surrounding you. This was definitely a dream. And as much as he wished it wouldn’t be, Yuuji was certain it was one. Just another one of those dreadful nightmares disguised as dreams.

And that's when you turned your head towards him and the breeze slightly ruffled your hair but he still thought you looked beautiful nethertheless, dream or not. He had many dreams of you before, and somehow all of them had their own versions of how you looked like. Sometimes you were short, sometimes tall, sometimes you had green eyes, and sometimes you had no eyes at all.

Your eyes, these eyes, twinkled as you studied him, scanning over his deep wounds, and in an instance they were gone. Yuuji stared at his stomach in awe. Now it all felt so real, too real for it to be a dream. Although you managed to heal his injuries, he could see how your eyes flashed with concern. Then you smiled genuinely, and turned your head back to the scene laid ahead of you. You took a deep breath.

“I knew you’d come.” You spoke softly, looking down at the sunflowers that waved around in the breeze, “It started to get lonely out here.” He remained silent, eyes wide open and full of doubt.

“[Y- Y/N]-“ Yuuji took a deep breath, “This can’t be real— Sukuna is playing with me again.”

“No, Yuuji. It’s me, [Y/N].” You sighed, a pang of sorrow filled your heart at how much he must have been through when you weren’t there, “Thi-“

“Take me back.” He cut you off and demanded. You froze. Perhaps he was still unsure if this was the real you.

“Yu-“

“They need me- I was already too much of a burden, I can’t let anyone else die because of me.” His voice cracked and fresh tears rolled down his face, lip slightly quivering. Your heart broke as he continued to speak, “I can’t let Sukuna win. He has to die-“

“Yuuji.” You stood up and moved your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks, wiping the tears away with your thumbs. Then, you moved your hand to the back of his head and brought it down so that he could cry into your shoulder. And he did. His spare hands that dangled loosely found their way to your clothes, gripping onto you as if his life depended on it. You whispered to him, “Ask anyone you want, and they’ll tell you the truth. You’re not a burden. You’ve done so much to help everyone. I’m so proud of you, don’t you ever forget that.” He continued to weep until his eyes could bear no more, moving his face slightly away, gazing tiredly into your loving eyes. You took his hand gently in yours and sat down on the soft sunflowers with him, the sun above you shining brightly.

Yuuji turned to you and brought his healed hand to your face, yet so gently as if he was afraid of damaging you, because his hands were a murderous weapon. “You are real…”

You chuckled, feeling how your heart skipped a beat at his touch. “I am.”

The sunflowers watched this exchange between two lovers and danced with happiness.

“I missed you.” His voice cracked as he looked down, recalling all the memories, “I missed you so much that sometimes I’d cry at night because I slowly started to forget what you looked like. Sometimes you’d visit me in my dreams and when I woke up I felt even worse. I wanted to see you, touch you, feel you again.”

“I know.”

You then patted your lap, signalling Yuuji to lay his head down, and so he did, and you gently ran your fingers through his hair. You two sat in silence, only accompanied by the vibrant flowers and the delicate breeze.

There was so much that you wanted to tell him. For a few days, weeks, months, you don’t really know, you’ve sat and watched him as his heart gradually grew colder soon after witnessing your death, and all the others. It pained you too much to see him like that, the traces of his bright personality and smile long gone, yet knowing that if you hadn’t died so carelessly perhaps even a little of his old self would still be there.

You had fallen in Shibuya, not long after Nobara did.

In front of him.

You could still vividly remember his shocked face, hearing his heart shatter into pieces and his broken voice as he called out your name— if you had gotten more time then you would have told him those three words but you were already long gone.

And when you opened your eyes, you were met with the breath-taking view, but if you hadn’t just died, perhaps you would have payed more attention to it.

Angry, tired, and upset, you wandered around until you spotted Nobara, who was also sitting in the same exact spot he had found you later.

You squeezed her so hard, and the both of you cried out of happiness.

Then, one by one, other sorcerers, close and not so close to you, showed up, until there were so many that you grew irritated. Irritated because Yuuji was still fighting, him thinking that he needed to fight until he had Sukuna’s head. Irritated because you just wanted to see him, to be in his presence.

After a few weeks, everybody left the sunflower field and headed together into the forest, hearing that there was a peaceful village past the land of dark green. Only you were left. The others offered you many times to come, yet you insisted on staying and watching your boyfriend fight. You couldn’t even leave, praying and hoping that his pain would soon be over. And as soon as it was, you awaited his presence, a little nervous, and fresh sorrow deep in your heart.

You knew that he changed, hell, you even faced the possibility of him not loving you anymore, or knowing that you’d never get the old Yuuji back. It pained you so, but you'd do anything for him, even waiting for him, no matter how long. Because you loved Yuuji Itadori so much.

But now you’re pretty sure he still felt the same towards you, with the way he looked up at you from your lap, with love and tears in his eyes as you continued to run your fingers through his slight dirtied hair.

“Um… did you…” He started, blinking tiredly as your fingers worked magic. “Did you… did you see the others…?” You immediately knew who he was referring to by his quiet tone, and you chuckled because this was the same old Yuuji, asking if his close ones were okay before caring about himself. It seemed that your touch and voice slowly managed to soften his heart again and calm the raging storm in his head.

You nodded. “Junpei, Namamin, Kugisaki—“ He sniffled, bottom lip quivering as you continued to say their names. “—Fushiguro, Gojo… and everyone else… they’re all here. Safe. You don’t have to worry anymore.”

There were tears streaming down his face, and you leaned down, pressing a sweet, feathery kiss to his cheek, talking to him soothingly and healing his heart ever so slowly, but efficiently. The boundless bright sun shining proudly above, happily as you looked up at it, the tall flowers that surrounded you swaying from side to side.

And when you looked down again, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of your adorable boyfriend sleeping so peacefully, gentle breaths escaping past his lips, and you hoped that he dreamt of only nice things. Even though you knew that his normal youth was already long gone, that you wouldn’t be able to fix it, one thing you did know was that you’d always be there for him whenever he needed you. This time there was nothing that could have disturbed you two.

“Sleep, Yuuji.” You whispered, caressing his head gently. “It's your turn to rest now. I'll be here when you wake up.”

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A/N: After watching the new eps, and reading the manga, I realised that the actual villain is Gege. And so, for all the Yuuji lovers, I hope I eased your pain with this fic, there will be more along the way.

#itadori x reader #itadori x you #itadori yuuji #yuuji x reader #jjk yuuji #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen

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christinebloodwrittings · 10 months ago

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Kitten pt2

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Panther Reader Summary: Loki left for a while, leaving his little kitten hurt and sad. Warnings: Abandonment issues, angst, injuries, poorly explained touch deprived issues (Which I have but don't know how to put it into words)

Loki Taglist: @lokisprettygirl22 @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek @el-zef @beakami @lokiprompts @ilovefanfictions @eleniblue @novena-proxy @lulubelle814 @beakami @lokiprompts @laurenandloki @tjellisworld

Days in the Avenger's tower went swiftly for a while. Your training though was getting tough, especially with the Captain himself drawing the punches. But what really got your body to the point of exhaustion, was the fact that Loki was gone.

Only for a while, he said, but it had been three weeks since he said that and with a small kiss on the hand he went through the portal, along with Thor, who - not helping your anxiety - gave you a sorrowful look before disappearing.

That was the main reason for the harsh training.

Without the god-like help, the team felt a little vulnerable. No one would dare admit it because they still hold a bit of pride, but you just felt it in the air.

Without Loki around, you felt as if there was something off, your routine included him in almost all your activities, like meals, movies, walks, cuddles, even missions. Watching him leave like that, was as if he stole the air around you, as if your skin lacked warmth again.

"He'll be back sweetie" Natasha caught you staring at the burn mark the portal left, "Am I that obvious?" your voice trembled a little, "Your eyes are like those of a kitten that lost its way home" tears streamed down your eyes, as she said the nickname he gave you, his voice started to ring inside your head, remembering all the times he laughed with you, and lulled you softly while petting your head.

After that, you were summoned to a mission of rescue. The plan was simple, you were going to be the distraction, luring the guards away so Natasha and Steve could enter the bunker and rescue the scientist that were abducted by Hydra.

But nothing's ever that simple, isn't it?

The snow made it a bit hard to anchor yourself to the ground in order to doge the bullets, so eventually, more than one just hit non-essential points in your feline body. What you certainly weren't expecting, was a pack of wolves emerging from hidden cages in the snow, those that at the sound of a whistle threw themselves at you.

Everything was just whines of pain, claws and teeth making sharp noises, and blood staining the snow, until everything just stopped moving. Barely, you moved away from the furry corpses, "Y/n, you did amazing" Steve cooed as soon as he saw you limping your way to the inside of the jet, collapsing at his feet, "Stark, have Jarvis call a vet, Y/n's in bad shape" even Natasha began to panic, she hit the floor with her knees when she saw the blood dripping down your body.

"Hang on, you will get through this, remember, he will be back, he expects you there, you can't leave just now" Steve handed her a thick cloth to make pressure with, as she tried to keep you awake, but your breathing was slow and quiet, your body was just too heavy to move.

An aroma of humidity and steel flooded your senses, the hard, rocky ground rubbed against your wounds caused by the injections, chains, and surgical cuts that impeded your movements. Back in prison, the small cubicle where they did experiments on you since you were little.

You could never look like a normal panther at that age, it was more like a pile of skin patched together with fur from different species and dried blood. Claws in no way feline were violently imposed on your hands and feet, there were many forced transformations until your body adopted the modifications, creating the perfect hybrid disguised as a normal animal.

You woke up with panic, still transformed, though it was a small version of the panther the vet patched up. The bedsheets were silky and perfumed with a variety of herbs and perfumes, Loki’s bed. Have you ever heard a cat sob? That’s the sound Loki heard as soon as he made his way inside his room, his eyes landing on the small animal, covered in bloody bandages, “Y/n?” your ears perked up, slowly turning your head to see him, he saw your big eyes with tears falling down, your tiny paws making grabby movements.

Loki dropped the heavy bag he carried and prompted himself towards you, cupping your tiny body in his hands, “Stark called Thor, somehow, saying you were hurt and you didn’t woke up” his words were messy and shaky, just like his hands. “My Kitten, my dearest, I don’t mind this shape of yours, but I would love to tend to your wounds and hug you” he heard you sniff and meow in pain, “I see, I’ll wait then, until you’re ready” he then changed into comfy clothes, summoned a book, placed himself in bed, and gently accommodated you on his chest.

His heart swirled as he watched you curl into a little fur ball on his neck, even more when he heard the faint sound or a purr.

Eventually, after Loki fell asleep, your tiny body moved away from him and returned to its human shape, though ears were still those of a cat. Loki was quick to feel the weight shift in his bed, so he conjured your meds and a glass of water for later.

The sight of your body tied a knot deep in his stomach, bloodied bandages, visible stitches of your arm and torso, legs all bruised up. He couldn’t handle the fact that you were hurt wile he was away, he felt like he failed you.

“Loki?” he turned his head to you, first sight was your teary eyes, “My darling, I want to hug you so much, but I’m afraid I might hurt you” you shook your head and opened your arms to him, which was the cutest thing ever in his head. He pulled you closer, setting one arm under your head, and the other carefully placed along your back, using his magic to soothe your muscular pain due to the transformation.

“You left” was all you could say. It was difficult to articulate nothing more with the whirlwind of things you wanted to tell him. With how much you needed to hug him, to never let you go. You wanted to beg him to never go out again, tell him about your years locked in that cell, how anxiety and abandonment had eaten your nights away.

However, the pain of his departure, and without addressing any word, more than a simple "I will come back soon" prevented you from saying more.

"I’m terribly sorry, my kitten" he didn't say it in his usual voice, he emanated a strange feeling of longing and sadness. "I had to take care of a matter in Asgard, I visited my mother after that, I swear time slipped away and out of my mind, I came back as soon as Thor told me about your state, I didn't even think twice and jumped into the Bifrost" his hand caressed your cheek, taking a few tears with each soft stroke.

“I thought – “ you started, looking down, “That I wouldn’t come back to you?” he finished your sentence, like he was reading your mind, “My sweetest, most beautiful girl, I’ll always come back home to you” the moment he called you his home your pain faded away, air became light and breathable again, like your lungs weren’t rubbing against your bones anymore.

“I missed you so much” his smile grew so wide, he thought he might cry as well, but barely holding in his excitement he made his shirt and jacket fade away, “I’ve noticed, you have a certain adoration to physical touch, it was the way you lean into my hands and my neck, both always bare. Is it a sensory thing? I wondered, but then I looked into your files, all the pain you had to endure, I thought to myself, Woah, she must really like to let me touch her at all, but then I noticed how sad you are when you are not hugged for a while, and how dim you are to ask if it’s okay for you to hug me” he looked into your eyes, kissed your forehead and continued.

“So I thought we could cuddle skin to skin like this, so you can be as amorous as you always are, but in a better way? I don’t know, my mother advised me that this may make you less anxious” he spoke softly, never looking away from your eyes.

The fact that Loki was aware of your emotional dependence on touch, your past, your anxiety, and that he spoke to his mother looking for some way to help you, was about any experience in life. Loki was not like the other men, he worried, watched your habits and difficulties from day to day.

"I don’t deserve you" you drowned in your own abyss for a second, "It is the other way around, dear, it is I who does not deserve your heart" he removed his arm from your hip, just to take your hand and kiss your knuckles, "But I will work to deserve it, and be the man to accompany you for the rest of your life”

“You already are, I have to gather a million pieces of myself in order to be able to love you, the way you deserve” you took his face in your hands, making soft lines on his cheeks with your thumbs, “It’s a good thing I love puzzles, almost, but not as much as I love you” both laughter and kissing sounds echoed in the room, then you lowered your head to his chest, feeling the little soft hairs, his warm skin, and stayed there listening to his heart as his hands caressed you head.

“I missed you Kitten”.

“I love you Loki”.

#loki x y/n #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki x female reader #loki of asgard #loki #loki fic #loki fanfiction #loki x reader fluff #hobie brown smut #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader

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darkgodcomplex · 11 months ago

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Red Christmas

Wally Darling X Reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Yandere, Violence, Mild Gore, Horror, Obsession, Injury, Death

AO3 Link

And here’s the story, enjoy:

“You’re leaving me?”

Wally stands very still, very purposely blocking the exit. His hand involuntarily flexes open and closed, irritated. Why would you leave him? He’s been so careful.

“Wally.” You say in a low tone. “Move aside.”

You never talked like that to him before, what happened? Someone ratted, he’s sure of it.

“It’s Christmas.” He tries to bargain with you, reaching forward to grab your arm. You yank it away as soon as he grazes your skin. “We haven’t even opened presents yet.”

“I want to leave, Wally.” You’re firm, standing your ground.

“Surely you can’t go out in this weather.” He glances outside. “Look at that snow, you’ll freeze before you can even make it to Julie’s.”

You purse your lips, “Are you holding me hostage, Wally?” Your tone is accusatory. He doesn’t like it.

Wally casts his eyes to the ceiling, letting out a deep breath, “Have you been talking to Frank?” He tries to keep his voice even, but he can’t help but let his anger seep through. “Or Poppy? I told you-“

Before he can even see it coming, you’re tossing a frying pan at him. It had been hung on the wall nearby, but he never imagined you’d actually try to harm him. He raises his arm to block the blow to the face and feels you brush past him and dash out the door.

Cussing to himself, Wally follows, his arm throbbing.

Luckily for him, the snow was too deep for you to get too far. On top of that, the fresh snow had covered his carefully placed Christmas lights. They had caught around your foot as you ran and now you were halfway down the steps to the house, strung up by your ankle with the Christmas lights.

He thinks you struggle like an animal in a trap. He delights in the look of terror in your eyes as he approaches.

“My dear, I’ve been nothing but kind to you!” He grabs the end of the Christmas lights, yanking you up slowly by your ankle. You give a yelp of pain. “Now why would you go and throw that away?”

“Julie!” You sputter. “Eddie… Howdy! Please!”

Wally kindly waits for you to finish.

“No one’s going to hear you, dear.”

Then, he gives one final tug of the Christmas lights before hauling you up roughly and throwing you over his shoulder. Your ankle is too bruised and broken for you to walk now, just how he wants it.

He brings you back inside, right where you belong.

“I think it’s time for you to open your present.”

“Let me go, Wally.” You’re a puddle of a person now, your terror has turned into tears and trembling. As much as he loved the blissfully unaware version of you, he can’t help but feel dizzy over his control of you.

He tosses you down onto the couch. You wince as your ankle hits the cushion.

Wally leans in close, “You’re going to listen good, you hear? You belong to be, you’ve always belonged to me. You do as I say.”

You look at him with wide, frightful eyes. You don’t move, so he takes that to mean that you understand his point.

He approaches the Christmas tree. It had been neatly decorated by the two of you. The bulb the two of you had painted together was front and center.

Underneath the tree were a few presents. You had wrapped gifts for all the neighbors, even him. He wonders what you had discovered to make you attempt to flee on Christmas. He had been so careful to not ruin the surprise.

He grabs his first gift to you and sets it in your lap. The bright green wrapping paper sparkles in the light. You hesitate.

“Go ahead, open it.” He insists.

You swallow and with gentle hands rip open the wrapping paper and lift off the lid to the box.

“I had hoped to do this voluntarily, but this is just as fine I suppose.” He hums.

In your hands you hold a little leather collar. You look disgusted.

He takes it from your hands, reaching for neck. You flinch away, but there’s no where for you to go so he fastens the thing to your neck.

In every aspect, Wally wants to own you. That is what it truly represents.

You look miserable with the collar around your neck, but you’ll get used to it. Submission is often suffocating at first.

“I actually have a few more gifts for you.”

“I don’t want anything more from you, psycho.” You spit. His chest whirls with excitement at your sudden bravery. It just makes all this even better. He can’t wait to pound the soul out of you. After all, that’s what he’s been waiting for all this time.

“Trust me, you’ll want to see this.”

He brings out seven very neatly wrapped packages, making a small pile next to the couch. If you had still been blissfully unaware, the surprise would’ve been even greater, but he’s still excited to watch your reaction.

He can tell you’re confused and that just delights him all the more. He runs his fingers over each of the boxes, carefully picking out which one to be first.

“The gift… of a lifetime together.” He says, placing the first gift in your hands. “Nothing left to distract us.”

You look at him skeptically, pulling at the ribbon.

When you open the box, the color drains from your face. In fact, Wally thinks you might vomit. You scream in a way he’s never heard someone scream before, a deep, chested scream that perfectly encapsulates the horror of the moment.

“You understand now, right?” Wally leans in, almost taunting you. “Things are going to be different around here now.”

You shake your head, desperately trying to make sense of the the situation and even more desperately trying to get the box away from you. You shove it off of you.

Eddie’s body parts spill onto the floor.

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heybaetae · 11 months ago

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hello kelli! i was wondering if u have any sort of tutorial on how to do the text moving around in frames like the vmin post in the snow post/713085057028538368/snowmates-cr-jung-koook (i have photoshop cs5 and i know theres plenty of tutorials but there are all for the newest version and im sad bc i dont know if i have those elements to do it :() do u know if by any case u can do it in photoshop cs5?

hello! it's quite easy if you have timeline animation window open.

1. position and align your text on your gif where you want it to start like so:

i do this by clicking on my base gif layer on my layers palette and making a selection around it (Select > All), then selecting the Move tool (V) and clicking on my text layer and using the alignment tools that appear at the top:

here i've anchored my text on the right and nudged it a few pixels away from the very edge. this will be the starting point.

2. on your animation timeline, click the dropdown menu on your text layer and select the clock symbol next to "transform"

you'll see a little yellow diamond appear at the start of your text layer. this is called a keyframe. the more keyframes you add to an element, it will basically record any movement of that element.

3. immediately drag your red play head to the end of your gif:

4. repeat step 1 by making a selection around your base, selecting your text layer, and repositioning your text to the left

you could also use Free Transform (Ctrl + T) and drag your text anywhere you want it to go. a new yellow keyframe should appear at the end of your gif which means it recorded the movement of your text moving from point A to point B.

i also nudged the text a few pixels from the edge on the opposite side, but that's just a preference.

now when you play your gif you should see the text pan like so:

5. convert your gif to frames, set your speed and save :)

the downside to this is it might create duplicate frames in your gifs when you convert it back to frames and you have to delete them. i haven't figured out a way to avoid that just yet.

i hope this makes sense!

here is a neat tutorial that follows the same steps if you want your text to rotate in a circle. it's also how you do enlarging text animations too like i did in that same set. you just use the Free Transform tool and make keyframes according to the effect you're trying to achieve.

#ask #gif help #if cs5 doesn't have the ability to make keyframes then you'd probably have to do it in frames #which would be time consuming but still do-able

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mellowwillowy · 2 years ago

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Detective I (fatui)

Yandere Fatui (?)x ?? Reader (their gender is confusing, see more on notes)

(feel free to insert whoever you want but I'll go with every Fatui in my tags bcs I'm nuts)

(OC version's link is ⬇️⬇️⬇️)

Notes : reader's gender is ambiguous until the end, sometimes perceived as a man, a woman, or just neither. Also it won't be a trivial matter if reader is understood and identified but hey, it's what they are feeling.

Warnings : major character death, yan got killed and defaced (details details, it's bloody), yan and reader are delusional in the end, reader is forced to eat their favorite animal, reader is drugged, fucked up term of love overall, intercourse, angst?? Yan will show up in the end of the story retelling (read summarizing) the whole past,

separate details for each harbingers (bundled)

For those who might complain :

Reader is AMAB, the mention of period is to ticks reader off. Also one word, Umineko.

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"ᵀʰ��ⁿ ᴵ ˢʰᵃˡˡ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒᵒ, ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵈᵒᵛᵉ"

Hitting the keys of the typewriter at random, your fingernails are completely well-trimmed in a sense now. No, it would make even more sense to say that your nails have been scrapped from typing over and over. The scripts that would always be read by someone despite being filled with nothing but gibberish is now lying all over the floors. The current scripts contained the Truth of your heart. The person who'll always read it for you is in fact, dead and defaced. After all, you've been taught by them about love. This is love. They taught you so. Ahh, from where should we start? Let's start with our first board.

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i. Window

Snow. Everywhere. It covers the ground outside from the window into white. It'll leave footprints if you were to walk out. But it doesn't matter when you can't even leave this room, this cell. What starts with an exchange of conversations turned into the downfall of your whole existence. Had you known about this you would have avoided involving yourself with them. But God didn't let you. God only watched you fall into their grip, broken into pieces with your limbs toyed with and moved by them as though you were nothing but a marionette. God is cruel and yet he is also unforgiving, you thought. It's a shame that the subject of God's madness was you and not someone else.

"Longing for the outside world won't do you any good, dove"

They walk into your room with a tray of the bowl with steam coming out of it. They smile at you as they place the bowl on the table. You don't have to guess what the content inside the bowl is anymore. It's a dead animal for you to eat, this time it's all boiled into a soup. An animal you are familiar with because you are so fond of them, and now, they'll forcefully shove it down your throat as proof of love. You hold your stomach. It still makes you feel sick. The thought of them living inside your guts, it's unbearable.

At least they are not heartless enough to kill your pet.

To call it a pet wouldn't be the right term. It wanders into your room one day with a tag on them. You knew they were going to be killed for you to feast again but after they saw you played with it, they decided to let you keep it. It's only a pet because they acknowledge it to be so.

"I won't take what I've given you, and that pet of yours would be the proof"

Now, they slowly bring a spoonful of the soup into your lip after blowing the steam away. You know better than to stay persistent because hell, they are even much more persistent. Slowly, you open your mouth to swallow down the soup, it tastes like herbs you thought to yourself although another foreign taste is always there to invade your guts, scrunching it into disgust. This goes on and on until you finish everything up, having you clenching your stomach in confusion. Are you disgusted? Are you terrified? Are you mad? Are you... feeling normal about everything?

"Oh, my dove, my chimera... you truly are the only one I'll fancy for eternity..."

Chimera. Chimera they said. How ironic of them to call you a chimera when you are under their grasp already? Or perhaps you are not in their eyes? The all-seeing eyes that could unveil what's going on with your body, can't understand that they've had you under their grasp?

"I actually plan to use this today but let's not do it today hm? It's that time of the month again"

A bottle of aphrodisiac in their hand. For what? It's clear as the day already. But even so, you hate the fact that they have to press the 'that time of the month' to your face when you, as a matter of fact, will never be able to get that. They know that better than anyone. They are the ones who unveil the truth after all. This body is cursed in every way.

"But even so, a company wouldn't hurt. Let's head to bed now, dove"

Pantalone, Pierro, Capitano, Arlecchino

Doesn't mean to remind you of your old life as a woman. Only wishes for you to feel more like one by playing along with the period-time.

Childe, Dottore, Scaramouche

Only one word, a menace. Said that line just to tick you off. To remind you of your hopelessness with your own body and identity so that you break down even more.

Columbina, Sandrone, Rosalyne, Tsaritsa

Understands how you've been living as a woman until now and instead of playing along like the first one, they are actually very natural? about this. Will give you all the kinds of things that will soothe down your imaginary cramps instead of just, "oh you are on your period"

ii. Mystery Novel

In your hand is a novel, a mystery novel that was bought by them for you to kill time with. The riddles in it never fail to fascinate you. Truth after truth, piercing the lies into nothingness with the Culprit executed in the ending, whether figuratively or literally. Whenever you start reading it, your whole world shifts into one that is akin to the novel itself. You are the Detective and you are here to solve the riddles posed by the Writer.

But is the Writer truly just the Writer? One who only writes fictitious tales?

Looking back at yourself, you can also be the Detective in this world, reality. The riddle? Them. The detective? You. The Culprit? Them. Yes, with just a much more distorted view of reality, you'd be able to see them as a character from a novel, solving the riddles of 'what are their motives?'. Yes, by just wrapping an imaginary veil around your eyes, one that'll allow you to see everything as a riddle and plot, you'd be able to play as an actress, the Detective.

"I'm back, my dove"

Yes, the play begins now. This room is no longer a cell but instead, a stage of a theatre with lights following you and them. It's time for the Detective to reason and solve the riddle in front of them.

".... Welcome back, enigma"

iii. Typewriter

Today too, you type endlessly without anything in your mind. Gibberish. Almost none forms a word at all. Your eyes empty as your fingers play eagerly. Nevertheless, they'll always read it, drowning themself in your scripts. A plotless script, an unreadable curse, or a poem blocked by a language barrier?

"Today too, you write magnificently"

They say with an earnest smile plastered on their face. The face that says they understand everything despite the scripts only showing gibberish. How can they understand it when you yourself can't even understand it? How are you supposed to solve the riddle when you can't even understand yourself? Why does it feel so.. reversed now?

"Ah, I love this part the most"

They point at a word, a readable word. You examine the word, yes, examine. It takes you a while before you look back at them. This is not the first time they point at a word. How many times have they pointed it out? You are not sure, you don't want to remember it. But it's not the same for them. For them, it's a string of a curse. If they could combine it then it'll mark the end for them. A riddle for them.

"I'm looking forward to the next answer, dove"

It's ridiculous. Answer? You were only typing mindlessly and yet they consider it as a riddle? Your whole life has been a riddle itself. Perhaps you are just annoyed at how the Culprit in front of you is taking your role as the Detective. Yes, that's the only logical conclusion you can come up with, a reasoning. You too are looking forward to the next answer.

Pantalone, Pierro, Columbina, Capitano

The scripts are hidden by them whenever they finished reading them, placing them inside the bottle of wine. The bottles that are filled with your scripts are hidden somewhere inside the room that will be found by you in the end.

Childe, Sandrone, Rosalyne

The scripts that have a word in them are framed and nailed onto the wall, allowing them to read them freely whenever they wish to. Has a wall full of framed scripts.

Dottore, Capitano, Arlecchino

Will compile all the scripts into some sort of book for them to read when they are bored. It allows them to study the way you are typing even more in a way. Will slip in flower at the page where it shows certain words.

iv. Intercourse

The disgusting dinner has been laced with aphrodisiacs. You can feel your body heating up, twitching at every contact your skin made with. This is, of course, heading to bed and a make-out session will break out again.

"If I don't use this, you won't be able to feel any pleasure at all, dove"

Is it a woman's body, or a man's body instead? Either way, that doesn't shut the possibility of someone being able to feel pleasure by being touched right? They want you to feel how they feel, alas making you gulp down the aphrodisiac. With just a light touch from them, a whimper falls out of your mouth. The night is far from over, you thought to yourself. Unbuttoning what's covering your chest, only reveals a chest that a man would have, and yet what's down there is never one that an assigned male at birth would have. It would make sense if you are only 'flat' in a rare way but the fact that your period never came is enough to shut the possibility of you being a woman.

A body that can't even love someone completely and yet, they wrap their arms around your body in a way that shows their earnest love toward you. Maybe to simplify it, a body that can't even give love for them. A body that can't even be identified. And yet, they stare at it longingly, clouded with adoration and lust at the same time.

"Ah... this is the body, of the person I'll love for eternity..."

Unnecessary NSFW (pls skip minors or if you are not OK with it) but hey; I can team Pantalone, Scaramouche, Childe, Arlecchino, and Columbina going down there with your prostate while Capitano, Pierro, Rosalyne, Sandrone, and Tsaritsa being the sensual one

?. Devices and Plans

(Feel free to skip this part, it's mostly about the details of the plan)

Another script. Another investigation. Another plate of what you love for dinner. Another bottle of aphrodisiac. It's repeating to the point that it's sickening. Clues, you need clues. There's no narrator, no spectator, no observer, no system, no nothing to guide you. The Writer, the Master, the Game Master, is not here to guide you toward the answer to this accursed riddle.

The large line of everything would be first, they kidnapped you, second, they want you to love them, third, they say they haven't gotten what they want which is you.

In terms of you being in a mystery novel, this progress is ridiculously frustrating and boring. It's repetitive. You can't find any clues at all. What are their motives? There's nothing that stands out from you at all to attract them. What do they mean by chimera? It's irritating when they call you that, as though something inside you is howling whenever they call you that. It's suffocating. You need to find a way out, forget about all these riddles, it's time to play with violence. In this room are only a typewriter, an enigma, and furniture. Swinging furniture at them who can just overpower you and expect to win? A pie in the sky bullshit. The window? No luck in breaking them open. The door is always locked. No hidden or secret passage, a perfectly locked and closed room.

But, you know you have a chance against them. Inside the closet is a box of a flintlock. It's not like you are not familiar with it at all, in fact, you are well-versed in it. There is no problem with it at all, you can even guarantee it works perfectly without ever trying it. The only problem lies in how to shoot them. It would be hard to shoot them off guard with how you have to reach out to the flintlock first.

It's impossible for you to hide it in your clothing's pocket for they'll always wrap their whole body around you which allows them to notice it.

It's impossible for you to just place it on the table and let them see it. They'll confiscate it the moment they see it.

The only chance you have is to hide it somewhere reachable and time everything well. They can notice every movement you make which makes things even harder for you. Their head will turn to you for every movement you make. There's no way they'll just let you shoot their brains out. You may be fast but they are just as fast as you too. Their reflexes would be good, in fact, they'd be able to dodge any kind of tricks you show them. But, in the end, it's nothing but a gamble.

Although your pet (doesn't matter its size) can help you as a distraction for them. To buy you just a second is already a generous donation from them. You are fast, just as fast as them but in strength? There's no hope for you at all. Nevertheless, you are not going to sit here being an incompetent actress.

A man has to take risks sometimes. It's time to spin the roulette of your fate. You are incompetent as a detective but that doesn't mean you are incompetent as an actress.

You only switch your role from the Detective to a Murderer, that's all.

v. Miracles

Another show of them reading your script, another show of them shoving the remnants of what you love into your throat, another show of both of your bodies linking to each other. Today too, all of that will happen again with the exception of a bottle of ink on the table.

"I've been buying you lots of those brand new clothing for you, dove. Let me show it to you"

It's now or never. The moment they turn their back to get the bags, you already walk to the table and grab the ink and keep it inside your pocket. They've 'checked' you so their suspicion about you hiding something inside your pocket decreases. Just as you suspected, they immediately turn back to look at you, a shame you are just as fast as they would be when it's time to dirty their hand. You too are about to dirty your hand with their blood.

"What's wrong, dove?"

Your pet comes just right in time, distracting them for a split second until you splash the ink right onto their face. Is it a miracle that they didn't dodge it?

Something is off. You can sense it. Something is

The ink invades their eyesight immediately just like you expected. What you expected for them to fight back is completely crushed down when all they did is just wobble around. Their hand never leave their eyes, giving you lots of openings to attack them. And so you did, you take the flintlock that you hide under the bed and shoot them.

You shoot at their thigh instead of busting their brain immediately.

They stumble down onto the carpeted floor while trying their best to regain their vision back. The next moment they open their eyes, they are greeted by you straddling their limp body with the flintlock in your hand.

"You noticed that there's no fountain pen lying around the table, no?"

Their eyes widen at your statement. True they've noticed how odd it was for a bottle of ink in the middle of the table without its companion, a fountain pen and a paper. Now, seeing the glint coming from your left hand, they know where the pen is now. You punch down at them with the pen in between your fingers, grazing their cheek. They didn't dodge at all and in fact, it was you yourself who dodge for them.

"The flintlock too, there's no way you'd just forget about it and let it stays inside my room. You are someone who'll always check my closet and it's almost impossible for you to not notice that foreign box"

There's only one possible reason for this, they purposely left it wide open for you to see and use.

And yet why do they look so dazed at your statement?

Their eyes travel to the object in your right hand. A flintlock.

"... I don't remember seeing that flintlock anymore though? It's been ages since I've seen it, the last time I saw it was when you were still **?"

Now it's your turn to feel confused. Not because of the statement of them not being the ones who leave it inside your closet, but rather their words that indicate a past relationship you two once had. When you were still **? Despite being able to just shove you away, they stay still on the floor, never nudging you away as though they are immobile.

"Dove, what's wrong-"

They are silenced immediately when you press the flintlock against their forehead. Your face is pale with sweats dropping down, horror washes your whole features, disbelief evident in your widening eyes. Your mind is no longer clear, what's supposed to be your objective? To kill them for kidnapping and breaking you down mentally? To execute the Culprit for you are the Detective? Or...

"... the last script's line was 'Ending the Hell'"

Word?

"It's a string of curses just like I expected. Despite typing everything at random, your deepest thought manages to flow out and form a word from the string"

the infinite monkey theorem? No.. it's not, at least yet

"Sure it's not a tale but rather, a hatred in the middle of your cry of agony, begging for someone to save you"

How long has it been since the last time you cried out for someone to save you? It was terrifying, the first month they broke you down was hell. You are entirely unfamiliar with it, alas making you wail nonstop. And another way for you to express your emotions is by typing like a madman on the typewriter, mindless about what you are trying to tell.

"And would you believe it if I relish in the feelings of reading that all? The you who can't even understand anything but just focus on your feelings?"

You can't understand anything anymore.

"To simplify everything, first, I did not even know that the flintlock still exists until today. Second, it seems like your mind can't keep up with your insanity anymore again, ____"

No one will save you. You have to save yourself. You convince yourself over and over to kill them before they

"Had I not dragged you myself, you would have solved the epitaph and found out about the one Truth"

The first hit with the flintlock lands on their face. With each hit you give them, it still doesn't stop them from talking their way out.

"That day, I visited you and you were playing with your flintlock that was given by the Master of the manor, as usual, shooting at the cup lining up in front of you"

You can't remember anything at all.

"Then, I just so happen to stroll around your manor when I met the master of the house talking with Lea's mother"

Lea? Her name does sound familiar.

"Would you believe it when I overheard them saying how that lady has to take you in as their legitimate child?"

Your hand works even faster now and yet they never dodge your hits. Your eyes dilate in horror and fear.

"Long story short, the lady was horrified by this news. Oh how funny it was for you to be pushed down twice from the cliff"

Your head starts throbbing in pain.

"It truly is a shame, I couldn't do anything to prevent that hag from pushing you down, and yet, some sort of miracle happened. You survived"

Surely the Witch of Miracles might have truly despised you to save you that day. If this were to be some kind of theatre show then you can see 2 narrators commenting on their statement with eagerness. Who won't be when both the actors are currently ascending to the great truth?

"You fell into the river and your body was tended by the people around there"

Everything snaps back to you now. Ah, you remember who they are now.

vi. Execution

They won't stop smiling as their words flow out of their mouth despite all the pain of having their face beaten over and over. They've probably swallowed some of their teeth but who cares? Even they themself don't care, in fact, they are very happy with the fact that 'you've finally loved them'. Each word you hear from them means having the pain inside your head grows even more unbearable for you. Their hands never leave your hips, and one of their eyes stares into yours with adoration, of how beautifully broken you are inside. The truth must have pierced your heart in half.

The Detective showed the Culprit the truth.

With one last blow, you shoot their brain out to silence them for eternity. Eternity.

They stop talking. Their hands fall from your hips. Their eye still staring at you.

You stand up and walk away from their body, your eyes never leave the door. Finally, a way out. Your hand touches the door's handle and... it won't open. It's still locked. You are locked with your pet and a dead body. Desperate for an escape, you search for the key, and yet you couldn't find it. Every corner of the room is checked and all that's left is the dead body. As much as you hate it, your hand slips into their pocket and..

You found it! It's... destroyed...?

You slump down. They probably destroyed it the moment you begin your execution on them. There's no way in and there's no way out. The window? It's impossible to break it open. The same goes for the door, it's impossible. Laughing to yourself, you know this is your end already.

Everything returns to what it used to be. Typing mindlessly and endlessly, you type everything out. What they said to you, what they confessed to you, what you remembered, what you are feeling, and what you are hoping for. A miracle.

Hunger is inevitable. Your pet will be the only last thing you'll eat before you blow your heart with the flintlock.

vii. Truth

"Ahhh, Lucius, Love does not boast, it does not envy!"

"Ahhh, Lucy, Love is merciful! Love is generous!"

What once looks like a room filled with splattering blood and brains, a dead body that has been cut open with half of its guts eaten by someone, now turns into a wide stage with lights shining toward one subject. The said person was defaced and shot to death. The Culprit is also the Detective.

"This is weird, it certainly violates the seventh decalouges of Knox! The Detective is not the Culprit!"

"Oh no no, Lucy! This pitiful soul is the Culprit of our Guest's creation, or should we call them as...."

"Theeeee Readerrrr???"

The person stands up and looks straight toward the empty seats in front of them. Taking a deep breath, the person speaks up,

"I am the 'Culprit' of his abduction but if we are going to talk about the Truth of their heart then I am the 'Detective'"

The sound of someone clapping their hands echoes within the theatre, acknowledging their statements.

"Allow me to retell everyone this pitiful tale again"

It all starts with how close you two have always been.

Details :

Pantalone

Despite his pitiful situation, he's still allowed to roam into the manor by the Butler because he's considered the only friend you have back then (aside from the other children from the manor). Is really fond of you because of how kind you were to him when he was in trouble with almost everything. You often share your things with him whenever you go out from the manor for school.

Childe

Childe is allowed in the manor because he's the friend of Lucas, one of the Master's grandchildren. Occasionally flirted with you because you are the only servant who's a child around their age.

Columbina, Sandrone, Rosalyne

Is the friend of one of the children from the manor. Invites you to play with them because you are the only servant who's also a child.

Arlecchino, Capitano, Pierro

Is friends with you from the same school and is allowed to visit you by the Butler because you don't have any friends aside from them. They really appreciate how similar your personalities with theirs.

Dottore, Tsaritsa, Scaramouche

Is close with you because how you two share the same perspective of the world. Ofen talked with you about how the stars. Is allowed in the manor because they are the only friend you had with the Butler.

"Ahhh? What a lovely relationship you two used to have!"

"And yet, what tore you two? This is pitiful! A shame to the name of Love! Even anyone could realize how there were love blooming inside of you two!"

They resumed their tales.

You and they were once an inseparable lovebird. Even if you two couldn't meet each other that often, the feelings that you both shared were mutual. You are the illegitimate son of the Master of the manor and due to a few circumstances, you were handed to the master's daughter-in-law who has to take care of you with the reason of her being unable to conceive an heir. The Master of the manor couldn't just take you in as the legitimate heir of the family and so he decided to introduce you to her as an orphan that was handpicked by him.

"It truly is a shame, that baby was pushed off from the cliff along with the servant who was carrying them. And yet by some Miracle, the baby survived while the servant didn't. The fall damaged their genitals and this incident was only known by the lady, Butler, Master of the manor, the Doctor, and the old servant. The Master of the manor was only announced by the fact that the baby died in the fall"

How did they learn about this? Simple, they are the Detective and a Detective's job is to solve a case, the riddle. By using their influence, force, and bribery, it was really easy for them to learn about the truth. The diary of that lady explains everything in gruesome details while the Butler had no choice but to reveal the truth to them after using you to threaten him.

"Ahh, Lucius! Look at all these scripts! It's just like what they said! It's the Truth!"

The scripts. The last thing you were only able to do after killing them before you finally devour your pet and yourself. You who typed endlessly about everything. About how you and they used to be close friends. About how you two used to share mutual feelings toward each other. About how everything started to shatter down when the Master of the manor realized that the baby that was announced dead 12 years ago, survived.

"Ahh, Lucy! How tragic it is! It's written here that the tragedy happened again for the second time!"

The Master of the manor wish to repent and acknowledge you as his legitimate heir. How did he recognize you? On your left foot is a scar left from the operation to treat your polydactyly. The Master of the manor saw it when you were careless enough to spill a boiling soup all over your leg, resulting you to take off your sock and allowed him to see the scar. The Butler was not blamed for his action in hiding your survival and the old servant and Doctor were let off from the hook as well. Starting then, the Master of the manor gifted you a flintlock that your Grandmother used to play with.

"Oh! This certainly is a beautiful flintlock!"

"Careful Lucy! That flintlock has been used to kill people!"

"Just like I said back then, that woman didn't want to admit him as the legitimate heir and as her son. Her ego forces her to push him again."

You survived the fall by Miracle. You fell into the cold river and yet you did not freeze or drown to death because there were people who witness your fall and immediately came to rescue you. Truth be told, the Butler had not completely trusted that the Master of the manor truly saw you as his child.

The 2 demons look at each other. The Master of the manor couldn’t see you as his child? The person standing in the middle of the stage nodded at the demons.

Scaramouche, Pantalone, and Childe will sympathize with how similar your conditions are to theirs. A child that is not acknowledged, taken care of, or just portrayed as something/someone that is not you. Scaramouche who was not acknowledged was betrayed by his own mother, Pantalone who was supposed to be a child that is showered with parental love had to suffer in poverty and Tartaglia was no longer portrayed as the sweet and scared boy that he once was.

“In her… no, their body… flows the dirty blood of the Master and their mother…”

“Humuu? Isn’t it only natural for a child to possess the blood of their father and mother?”

“That should have been the case but… in their body, flows the Master’s daughter's blood”

Applause erupts from the gallery’s way. Due to the poor lighting, their face could not be identified. Their hand holding theater binoculars onto their eyes as their leg hangs around by the edge.

“Ahhh! A forbidden love! Unforgivable! We do not accept this!”

“We live for True Love! Be it forbidden or not, we are only here to shatter the illusions of Love! Those who believe in their own illusion of Love instead of a True Love shall be shattered down by us!”

It truly is pitiful. To summarize things, the Master of the manor had an affair with a woman that was hidden away from his family. His lover passed away after she gave birth to their daughter and

“That man couldn’t see his illegitimate daughter as his daughter, with how their mother starts to grow more and more alike to her mother, that man committed an atrocious sin”

And so your mother conceived you and passed away right after giving birth to you. This is the beginning of the Butler’s seed of distrust toward his master.

“The gears start spinning madly to the point I have to stop it from reaching its fateful day and yet the obsession inside my own heart is maddening. I want to save and break them at the same time.”

Had they not kidnapped you first, you would have solved the epitaph that will lead you to the ultimate truth, your own heart’s execution. The epitaph that will lead you to the gold ingot's location. What begins with how you are only visiting the manor because your ‘friend’ wanted to show you something to observing the riddle that was meant to be solved, it truly ignites the Detective heart and passion for mystery and riddles you have.

“In a world in which I’m not there and in a world in which I’m there, the ending will still be the same. If they solved it, the tragedy will happen. If they didn’t, they’ll forever be unaware of their heart”

“A heart is nothing but a hindrance for one person, so much to the point I have to shoot it to stop it from beating”

The stage light shot toward the source of the voice, you, sitting by the stage’s gallery with the theatre binocular in your hand. You look just like how you used to be and yet, something is different from you. One who looks at you will be reminded of the animal you have always been so fond of.

“Should I be thanking you or not for preventing me from dirtying my hands and the others to help me commit the mass murder, Detective?”

“The main star is here! Oh Lucy, look at them!”

“Dear star! It’s time for you to speak as well! Or perhapssssss you want us to speak as a behalf of you?”

“A behalf would not be the right answer. You two are them”

You snap your fingers and thousands of scripts fell from above. Right before your death, you only typed out your entire heart out before you stopped your heart from beating. Unfortunately enough, the hell that they forced you into soon turned into an oblivion in which there’s only a typewriter waiting for you to type. Hitting the keys of the typewriter at random, your fingernails are completely well-trimmed in a sense now. No, it would make even more sense to say that your nails have been scrapped from typing over and over. The scripts that would always be read by someone despite being filled with nothing but gibberish is now floating into the depths of oblivion.

“To be stuck there for thousand years, I have to type endlessly like a monkey”

The Infinite Monkey theorem.

You typed out a miracle and were freed from the oblivion in exchange for your amazing scripts filled with a tale that pleased the Game Master, allowing you to break free from the oblivion. Just right after your freedom, an invitation was sent out to you, guiding you to a huge theater by the forest in which the Twin Moons are lighting the night. Who would have known you'd be greeted by the sight of the person you've despised for millenniums?

"Who sent me this?"

The demon narrators shake their heads but the person in the middle of the stage raises their hand, making you lunge at them immediately. With your bare fists, you punch them over and over.

"Because of you! I couldn't break free from the oblivion because of you! Because! I! Believed! In! You!"

You spend your time typing out deductions and tales of someone else placing the flintlock into the closet, and yet your scripts were not approved by the GM. It took you long enough before you finally realized that you'd been tricked by them. The moment you realized it, you started typing out different deductions and tales until it satisfied the GM to free you. Under you is them panting in excitement and eyes filled with adoration,

"That's exactly what I wish for! You thinking a way out while trying to understand how everything works, you who had no choice but to understand me in order to break free from the depths of oblivion, you who had to think and understand everything about me! This is love! An ideal love that one yearns for!"

-Childe, Columbina, Dottore, Sandrone, Scaramouche

"In the end, you have to understand me in and out to break free no? In the end, your missing heart had to search for mine and understand everything about me"

-Pantalone, Pierro, Tsaritsa, Capitano, Rosalyne

The demon narrators chuckle at their words, levitating around you two. You who are showering them with love and them who are so blinded by their own term of love.

"Yeah right, love..."

You snap your fingers and one of the floating scripts flies toward their face, allowing them to read it. A string of gruesome things will be done to them in order to prove your love for them. Instead of shaking in fear, their eyes lit up into one that shows excitement. Leaning down to kiss their bloody face, you whisper to them,

"I shall love you in our way, you who love me despite my body condition, you who do not want me to dirty my hand, you who avenged me by slaughtering everyone,"

A single strand of tear falls out from your eye. They even killed one of your loved ones...

"That's why I will love you completely as well... my enigma"

No one knows aside from you yourself whether you truly love them with a veil of illusions wrapped around your eyes or not. Perhaps you despised them for letting their obsession runs free, breaking you into pieces, forcing you to do things you never consented to. Perhaps you don't because you've forgotten what's supposed to be normal and what's not. How many millenniums have you been staying in the depths of oblivion?

Long enough for you to lose your grip on reality and sanity.

The demon narrators look at the spectators' seats, eyes focused on you. Chuckling, they hug each other and speak directly to you,

"What do you think, everyone? Have they finally reached True Love? We live for True Love and we shall shatter the fools who believe in the illusions of Love!"

Whether it's illusions or not, you and them, are bound to each other, for eternity.

All in the name of Love.

𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓪 𝓐𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪

𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮

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pixthefuckup · 4 months ago

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i feel like my movie taste is like having a wish with a monkey paw; it's either incredibly good but will never get seen by anyone and if it does get seen, it becomes famous for all the wrong reasons.

hunger games trilogy - got famous for the love triangle, completely ignored the takedown of an authoritarian government and the entire point of glamorization of vulnerable people by the media. with the prequel movie, everyone focused on the sexiness of snow - yeah, tom blyth is hot but he's not snow - instead of the even more brutal murder of kids and these vulnerable poor people being shown off like zoo animals in front of the rich and the AMOUNT OF GODDAMN CLASSISM AND CLASS POLITICS. belle - wasn't seen by many and by the few, many think that suzu, the highschooler mc, in love with the middle schooler she saved from abuse, completely ignoring the deeper interpretation of how people can connect through all surfaces and how humans are always meant to socialize and join together + suzu slowly moving past her grief and learning how to love herself again and through saving Kei, does she finally understand what her mother did before her death and saves herself. ultraman: rising - idk if this one counts but it's getting more famous for kenji being hot (which yeah he is but still) and emi being adorbs (which YES SHE IS BUT STILL) but people keep forgetting about how it shows how familial love can twist and corrupt you but also support and uplifting and how family only works when you put the work into balancing everything and how sometimes you mess up and you get back up AND HONESTLY NOBODY UNDERSTANDS MY GODDAMN-

misconceptions of clear things are MY ROMAN EMPIRE. catch me tweaking over this with a 7-11 big gulp slurpee like a temu version of JD. (this isn't a serious post, obviously you can process movies any way you want but the belle one is the only one where i'm actually gonna go crazy if you try and argue about it being a "love story")

#brain dump #disaster brain #writing #bla bla bla #movies #misconceptions #belle (2021)#ryu to sobakasu no hime #the hunger games #tbosas #ultraman: rising #ultraman #my rants #random thoughts #rant post #sleep deprived ramblings #rambles #ramblings

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the-plot-blog-thing · 1 year ago

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For Fun: Here's My Favorite Disney Songs That Were Deleted/Changed In The Final Film (Part 1)

Hi, I'm The Plot MacGuffin. If you know me, you know I'm a massive fucking Disney nerd. And because I'm never satisfied, I often go searching for Disney rarities and behind the scenes stuff whenever I can. And fortunately, since Disney never throws anything away, sometimes demos or full recordings of deleted songs from their films slip through the cracks. (occasionally with visuals to accompany them). This list will take a look at some of my personal favorite songs, or just the ones I find interesting.

Of course, probably the first and most famous deleted song is the "Soup" sequence from Snow White. It had already been mostly animated before being deleted. They apparently still tried to find places to use it, even reuse it in another movie down the line, but then never did.

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The "Clair De Lune" sequence from Fantasia was fully animated and scored, but ended up being cut for time. The animation was reused for the "Blue Bayou" segment of the later film Make Mine Music. Eventually, it was restored to Fantasia in the 90s, but current versions just list it as an extra feature.

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Alice in Wonderland was in and out of development a bunch of times, and songs and plot points were introduced and cut like crazy. A more dedicated Jabberwocky sequence and a song for the Cheshire Cat were cut. They explore both in this short documentary below.

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The songs in The Jungle Book were originally meant to be written by Terry Gilkyson. However, he wanted it to be closer to the tone of the original novel, which Walt Disney wanted to move away from. The Sherman Brothers were then brought on to write the new songs for the movie, but the one song Gilkyson wrote that remains in the final film is funnily enough, "The Bare Necessities". Gilkyson's other songs were a bit of a slog, but that one obviously stood out. The original version below was certainly well...something. (Sung here in this demo by Thurl Ravenscroft of "Tony the Tiger" and "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" fame)

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"The Chimpanzoo" was meant for Mary Poppins. It tells an...interesting story, but was probably wisely cut. I think the Sherman Brothers may have tried to reuse it in Bedknobs and Broomsticks, but I could be wrong there.

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Onto the Disney Renaissance, Ursula's song was originally more of a tango. Composer Alan Menken released this demo for "Silence is Golden"

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Both "Fathoms Below" and "Poor Unfortunate Souls" also had whole lyrics cut from the final film that explain more of the characters and their relationships

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The most famous deleted song from Beauty and the Beast is "Human Again". The song shows Belle and the Beast's relationship progressing as the objects get excited to be saved from the curse. The song is sweet, but its original version was meant to be almost 9 minutes long. It just raised too many questions over how long Belle was in the castle, and where Maurice and Gaston were as it seemed a full year passed. It was replaced by the much more compact "Something There" in the final movie.

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However, the song was later reused in the Broadway version to help pad the show, and was later reanimated and voiced into the original movie (albeit abridged) for the IMAX special edition. Most current HD versions edit this out however. I like the song, but "Something There" basically covers the same info much more efficiently.

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To Be Continued In Part 2!

#disney #walt disney animation studios #disney songs #alan menken #howard ashman #the sherman brothers #snow white and the seven dwarves #fantasia #alice in wonderland #the jungle book #mary poppins #the little mermaid #beauty and the beast #Youtube #deleted songs #demos #disney movies #disney animation

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arthurian-owls · 1 year ago

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I was talking about it in dms with a mutual but I've been interested in what you think on the matter. So in the books and the film we've got owls (and other species of animals) from entirely different continents just co-mingling in the same kingdoms. From North America and Australia and Africa and the like. What do you think is with that? Personally I've just chalked it up to fantasy story logic. Maybe this is just an alternate version of "Earth" that's one big supercontinent, heh. It's the one aspect of the Ga'Hoole universe that really makes my brain itch unpleasantly. MY LOGICAL BRAIN NEEDS ANSWERS GLAUXDAMNIT.

Honestly, I think it's similar to how in human land we have people from all over the world... all over the world! We've seen how some bird communities are more isolated or homogeneous than others (think Soren not having seen an owl with golden eyes before while Gylfie didn't seem too off-put by Soren's black eyes- or how Digger thought Soren was a ghost), so honestly I think it's sort of similar to how people move around. One person may not see someone from a different continent or culture for their entire lives, while another person might see dozens of other cultures in their lifetime, just because of where they live and whether or not they travel.

Part of it is definitely fantasy book magic. I mean, it seems there are three total continents explored and one of them has the hagsfiends, one has more biomes on one landmass than I care to describe one-by-one, and one is alll ice and snow.

My biggest and favorite theory, however, is that humanity was wiped out by something that caused the continents to shift closer to each other which somehow also made the Northern and Southern Kingdoms the most easily-accessible and habitable spots left for all owls who could reach them. Of course we have the Middle Kingdom but for that you need to find and use the River of Wind and that's no easy feat. The whole point is that it's isolated and hard to get in and out of.

Anyways, to wrap things up:

-from what I remember in wolves of the beyond, there must have been some kind of ice age.

-I think it must have been a nuclear winter or possibly a natural disaster like a meteor strike

-this shuffled things around and forced species of owls and other creatures together that would otherwise have never met

-as the owls gained human-like intelligence, they began to travel and explore and mingle even further, creating these huge mixed-species communities we see in the books

-yeah, that's the gist of it!

#asked and answered #tbh i like the idea that something FORCED the owls together and then they traveled like people do #gahoole #guardians of ga'hoole #guardians of gahoole #ga'hoole

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stay-midnight · 2 years ago

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Snowswept Tails

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Unreleased Draft #1: Yang Jeongin x Male Reader!

A/N: This is an unfinished work of mine that I failed to publish and finish cuz this was a time I was in the low of my lows regarding my mental health! This was somewhere in 2021 and that it was supposed to be the Christmas special for that year! It's not the greatest writing but I do like the idea/plot so let me know if you want me to release a hopefully better full version! Note no smut and it cut in the middle.

Warning: Animal death/Mercy killing!

a/n's rating:

9/10 for plot wise and amazing on scratch would defo want to do something like this (fantasy fic are my favorite to write)

4/10 for personal writing overcomplicated some words and I started to dislike writing timid reader a long time ago cuz it is not the most realistic.

7/10 for write-ability cuz i'd have to scratch my imagination to make it better!

The feeling of prickling ice continued to gnaw at your knuckles as cold mist emitted out your lips each time you exhale, the cold climate around you is one that always give you the want to leave this place forever, maybe move to somewhere warmer where you won't have to fight tooth and nail just so you could live normally. It’s not easy being in the cold, it hurts a lot. Though you have gotten used to it by now, you always kept wondering how it would be if you were to be happy in someplace summer-y.

It was just a normal day in the harsh winter life, collecting firewood for heat inside your home. With an axe on hand, you had started to go around the forest like how you would everyday.

You still had a good amount of food supplies, having hunted a deer just a day ago — so for now, you needn't kill another calm spirit.

You made your way to the path of the forest, whistling a childish tune used to be played by your parents when you were still at a young age. Your boots created footmarks at each step you take, so you’d know how you would reach the cabin once more after your daily walk at the chilling cold.

Humming your tune as you saw the familiar marks towards a specific path.

After arriving at your designated destination, which was where a tree that you cut down was located. This tree that you cut down about three weeks ago was the one you were collecting your daily firewood from.

The trunk of the tree was a bit small so it should only last about a day or two more before you have to chop down another.

As you were chopping the small amount of firewood for a day, you sighed — Life's a bit boring in here was always the lingering thought in your mind, you don't really have the gold to buy a house inside the nearest kingdom therefore you settled at the cabin that your parents had when you were still a child.

Since a kid, all you really had faced was the neverending winter with the occasional sun rising up every three years or so. Grumbling at your own misfortune of a life, you failed to notice the skittering of snow behind you.

In a few minutes or so, the firewood you had collected was enough for the day and you finally noticed the sound behind you. You had turned to your back after tying the firewood with a rope so that you could bring it back.

“Oh dear, who did this to you?”

You say as you watch the little creature whimper as blood flowed down it's wound on it's neck. In a few minutes or so, the white rabbit would die. You let out a misty breath as you felt bad for the rabbit.

Wolves.

The rabbit was whimpering in pain as you went and caressed it's head. The bite mark on his neck was too severe to patch up and you lack the supplies to fully heal it.

It whimpered again, and you felt bad so you had to do the only thing you could.

You entangled your fingers together as if you were praying and bowed your head down in silence of the forest, the only thing that could be heard was the dying sounds coming from the white rabbit.

In a swift moment, you snapped the animals neck — putting it out of his painful misery, mercy killing it.

Your eyes lost emotions as you dig up snow from the ground to create a little burial ground for this rabbit. Though it was common that preys were food for it's respective hunters, rabbits touch your heart sentimentally.

As you lay the rabbit’s body down to the snow, artic wind blew past you, sending a shiver down your spine inspite your clothed attire, you bury the rabbit on it’s handmade grave as you sat their a bit in silent.

After a short pause, you got up and whisked the snow caught on your pants. Before grabbing the firewood you got and the axe, about to go back to the cabin as planned.

Whistling a sad melancholic tune that you manage to thought from the top of your head, the cold winds pick up suddenly without a warning.

That's weird.

No signs of any blizzard came about this morning, usually you’d know before hand if a snowstorm could hit. The humidity of the air was completely normal as any other day.

You sighed as you ran fast towards the direction of the cabin, breathing heavily as so — the snow you were stepping on felt like it was sinking deep as your boot landed on it.

Too focused at the cabin and panicking too much of the sudden blizzard, you failed to collect your surroundings.

Between one of the trees, it was peeking out, an array of tails behind their back as their ears perked up at the sound of noisy footsteps. The snowstorm rigorously picking up before it disappeared from visible sight. Only one could ponder.

You closed the door behind you and sighed, dropping the firewood and laying the axe down, panting exhaustedly before taking a sit on the sofa — not even bothering to change or light up the dead fireplace.

Feeling like you ran a marathon, you layed down — kicking the boots off to the wooden floor, creating a loud thunk. Chest heaving, you felt uncomfortable at feeling of your hair covered in snow but too tired to remove it.

Though the inside of the cabin right now is a bit frosty due to the lack of heat source. You decided to lay in the couch a bit, staring into the window to your left — all that could be seen outside was nothing but husky white as the harsh blizzard continues.

A loud yawn left your lips as you laid on the quite comfortable couch till time slowly but surely passed by.

Silence washed over the cabin as the only thing that could be heard was the hums from the snowstorm, you dragged yourself off the couch, grabbing into the couch for support as you walked over to the collected firewood.

It was covered in snow, sighing loudly as you brushed and shook it off. The coldness was now adding up, atmosphere getting chillier as time goes on without any reliable heat source.

As you dragged yourself to the fireplace, you felt sometype of chill go down your spine, making your body shake slightly at it.

Kneeling beside the fireplace, you placed the wood neatly on a crisscross position before lighting it up with your handy small blowtorch.

You loosened up and breathed in relief before opening your palms against the searing flame, heating you up comfortably. The cabin now feels more comfortable as the heat crawled through it's walls.

As the blizzard continues, the loneliness in the cabin always makes you sigh, though used to it after living alone for 2 years now, civilization is kilometres away in this snowy forest.

In the last 2 years of staying here, not a single human life were here in the woods and no one came knocking.

A yawn came out of your throat at the swirling thoughts, life here was already convenient and you already had a lined up schedule—hunting every mondays, gathering clean water in a well inside the forest, etc.

Breathing out deeply as you were about to fall asleep against the ember of flames, the aching of your calfs from your run earlier slowly died down.

Knock

The immediate sound woke you up from your immersed thoughts, your heartbeat frantically beating at the sound. Eyes shooting up to the front door where the direction of the noise came from. A tingling sensation ran through the tips of your fingers along with the fear of unexpected. Not once did anything make a sound like that in the past years. Getting up slowly, you made your way to the kitchen, footsteps were not heard as you avoided creaking the wooden floor.

In the kitchen — you grabbed a small knife, sneaking it into your pocket.

Maybe it's just snow hitting the door. Hopefully.

The wooshing sound only got stronger, a figure standing by the glass door. You gulped at your heartbeat, adrenaline kicking in fast as you walked with a knife behind your back. Stepping closer and closer to the door until the silhouette finally noticed you before calling out.

“Hey! I just wanted to take shelter from the blizzard, mind if I come in?” a man said in a raspy tone, waving his hand — voicebarely audible by the ongoing snowstorm.

You stopped in your tracks, releasing a long breath that you didn't know you had been holding on for so long.

Carefully... You walked towards the door—as you do relief entered your lungs as your heart stop pulsating erratically. The man was covered in a grey cloak most likely because of the harsh pull of the icy winds. It's been a time since you've seen any other humans. It feels like it had been forever.

Turning the handle of the door, you failed to see the man’s smirk you greeted him, “Hi..... What's your name?” you asked in a small voice as if it was the first interaction you had — you also made way for him to go inside the cabin.

The man stepped inside, boots creaking the floorboards, he hums — clearly relaxed despite just being outside a snowstorm. “Jeongin.” he simply says before walking further inside.

You lock the door behind you and trail behind the man, he takes off the cover, revealing his white hair — as white as the snow that covers the forest. He had a sharp jawline and eyes, he looks at you. “What’s yours?” he asks, staring you down to cold feet.

He finally showed some expression after noticing how quiet you where, he smiles to which as if all your worries and suspicion had gone away but in the back of it all, you knew something was not right with this guy. “Y/N.. you can take a sit anywhere you’d like.” You mumbled, which he caught wind off thankfully since he nodded.

Lowering your head, you went to the kitchen to make some tea —made from plums, you collected from the southern corner of the forest. You didn't actually know how to make tea so you improvised all the while taking a peek to where the stranger had gone.

Jeongin was sitting on the couch, whirling thoughts on his mind, eyes turning bloody red before fading quickly as he saw eyes on him.

The man was staring at you back, smiling with his eyes closed to which you confirmed was rather charmingly cute. You nod back, crushing the plums and placed water in the stove.

You waited for a bit, taking occasional looks at the stranger, the man was dazed — staring in front of him, to nothingness at every look. When the water started boiling you added the sour plums and added a bit of sugar that this cabin has a lot of for who knows how long. A spoonful of sugar and piece of the plum tree’s leaves. It turned the water dark red due to the crushed fruit.

The scent of the sweet and sour plums wafted throughout the cabin, the stranger perking up on the smell.

It's more of a juice than a tea, but it's boiled juice— you thought. “Hopefully, it tastes good atleast.. Um yeah..” your voice trailed off at the cherry red liquid as you poured it in a wooden cup. Before sighing, getting ready to meet the stranger once again.

You awkwardly stood in watch as 'Jeongin' sipped on the liquid concoction you made, you couldn't call it tea cuz it was barely anything like it.

“Thank you for letting me in earlier, may I wonder what got you to live alone in the woods?” Jeongin asked, a thrilled smile visible on his cherry color coated lips possibly from the drink.

You look at him before opening your mouth to answer his question carefully, “I don't have money to go to the kingdom... And It's not really a good place for people who doesn't have a single ounce of gold.” you said, voice full of disappointment..

He nods, listening carefully to you.

Continuing smoothly, “I used to live there until I didn't have enough and the person I was working for was a scum of the earth, barely giving any pay for my work. Therefore I went back here, where my parents and me used to live before they passed.” Your tone somber and light, watching the handsome man put down his drink.

“It must be very lonely then? Mind if I stay here then?” the man whispers, frosty breath sputtered out of his perfect lips.

“Oh no, you don't have to—” you said rushed, stopping when he cuts you off.

“The war between the near Kingdom and Great Empire burned my house down last week, and I don't really have anywhere to go.” he continues, tone shifting to fit more of a melancholic one.

#midnight posts #midnight fic updates #kpop x male reader #stray kids x male reader #jeongin x male reader #yang jeongin #skz x male reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz aus #kpop x reader #skz #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you

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renaissancewoodsman · 1 month ago

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Civic Relics

Most magic items are useful for adventurers. After all, that’s who is out and about treasure hunting for these things. Some are minor things that the nobility might want for vanity or ease. But what about civic magic items? What about the projects that court wizards poured lifetimes into for the good of the people, or the nation, or themselves?

Narval’s Bastionwall

The great city of Narval is protected by a massive stone wall. But it is not famous for that wall.

The Bastionwall is a white metal stake in the center of the city. It creates a transparent wall around the city, passing though and on top of the stone wall. It is only visible when the light catches it at a steep angle, where it appears to be an iridescent blue.

The barrier has the following properties:

No spell originating outside the barrier can affect anything inside it. This includes divining what occurs inside the barrier, or teleporting into the city.

Demonic creatures cannot pass through the barrier.

In addition, as an extra layer of protection, the stake itself cannot be willingly approached or gazed upon by anyone with ill intent against the city or its inhabitants.

Dolmn Meteorological Clock

The nation of Dolmn has incredibly predictable weather. It has an eight day week.

On the first, fourth, and fifth days it rains. From the winter solstice to the spring equinox, it snows instead.

On the second, third, and seventh days, it is sunny.

On the sixth day it is overcast.

One the eighth day it storms

They have a religious weekend on the sixth through eighth days. Working during the storms would be nearly impossible.

This is caused by an ancient device on a mountaintop in the center of the country. It was originally built to predict the weather, but some strange quirk in the enchantment reversed the effect.

It could possibly be modified to change the patterns, but no one has ever known exactly how it works. If it was accidentally broken, the rigid culture of the country would be forever changed. Therefore, it is heavily guarded, and they will not let anyone tamper with it.

The Oration Engine

Rin Gal is a nation spread out over hundreds of small islands, with jagged reefs, seasonal storms, and complex tides leaving certain portions of the country inaccessible for months at a time.

How then, could its ruler communicate with everyone? They tried airborne messages, but birds were thrown off by winds and the magic was too taxing. Eventually, they built the Oration Engine.

While one stands inside it, a massive intangible version of them is conjured above the machine. You stand a mile tall, head in the clouds. One’s perception shifts to the eyes of the giant, so you can gaze and point at specific things.

When you speak, your voice booms out. You can be heard across the entire nation. The machine is on an island a few miles from any towns, so as not to deafen nearby residents.

Crawling Architect

This large golem crawls and climbs, with ten large hands sprouting off in all directions. As it moves, it reassembles. It takes buildings apart with great care, and puts the pieces together again in a new arrangement. It digs in the earth to quarry stones if it must. A furnace in its chest can melt iron, and forge it into any needed shapes.

No one knows who animated this ancient creature. For hundreds of years it has built walls and towers and great fortresses. It returns occasionally to a massive palace in the mountains, full of sprawling halls and deep tunnels.

It is intractable, no known method slows or harms it. But it is harmless to living creatures, plucking them gently from their homes before taking them apart.

Nations have readjusted to the inevitability, and borders have settled on the walls it builds. Armies inhabit its fortresses. Kings vie to hold its palace. It does not interfere with any of this, it just keeps building.

If you like this kind of thing, I have a wordpress blog with a ton more! https://renaissancewoodsman.wordpress.com/

#d&d #dnd #d&d homebrew #d&d 5e #magic item

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Finally cracked into Metroid Prime Remastered last night. So far it’s been a mix of me whipping through the gameplay because I’m very familiar with enemy behaviours and gimmicks, and me standing around admiring the scenery and geeking out about the level of detail introduced. Played all the way up to the second visit to the Ruins after getting Spider Ball, utterly in my glory, before getting tired and having to stop.

There are some details that I miss, which I'm sure everyone has heard by now (beam lighting is a sore loss with the thermal visor changed to a blurry mess, the doors don’t look quite right, no reflection in the Ruins mirrors did make me a little sad), but some of the work put into visually sprucing up the game had me giggling with delight if not gobsmacked with awe.

Some of the things that stuck out to me were:

Parasite Queen got a makeover; she’s much more plated and creepy now.

Flaahgra got some texture upgrades; its flower is now distinctly fleshy and you can spot a new idle animation through the door rather than the bloom being a static model.

They actually animated Samus doing a proper roll in the Flaahgra intro cutscene, where it had been a brief duck into morphball mode previously. Both are good but the effort pleases me.

Stone and architecture textures look great, more distinct markings on a lot of stuff in the ruins, including a few new decorative textures. (Notably the base of the halfpipe in the Ruins plaza; it looks like they’ve taken some cues from the SkyTown aesthetic for their fill-in decorative textures which is a very nice nod)

Columnar basalt in Magmoor! Which may have appeared in some capacity in the original but it is lovingly sculpted and appears in a handful of rooms, flowing naturally out of the smoother lava-rock formations. Neat stuff.

Dynamic heat-shimmer in Magmoor. For an example, the room just before the first elevator to Phendrana abuts a room with magma in it; closer to the magma there is heat-shimmer, but further away there is not. Again, this may have appeared in the original and I just never noticed, but the effect is much more pronounced here and it looks good

Rain effects remain gorgeous on the visor. The artifact temple’s window has an animated ‘rain on glass’ texture that had me staring at it for a while.

Moving clouds! Notably in Phendrana but other areas may have them as well, the skyboxes have an extra layer so they’re not just static painted images but have some cloud movement to them that looks decently realistic.

The snow-on-stone texture looks great. I don't know how to describe it but it has a realistically wind-scraped look, which adds a lot of life. GC Phendrana had very neat snow-caps on everything, which to be fair has aged well, but the gradient shown by the new textures feels very real.

The Switch appears in the options menu. Maybe this is a silly thing to marvel at but there’s a very detailed model of a Nintendo Switch where once was a GameCube (Or whatever was in he Trilogy version, I don’t actually know.)

Will report more as I go through. Needless to say I am deeply enjoying myself.

#sable talks about games #metroid #metroid prime #metroid prime remastered #updated chozo lore still sucks fite me

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crowtrobotx · 9 months ago

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Writing request: MurderFam adopts Cat!MurderFam.

Your wish is my command! For those unaware, the cats are the kitty versions of Kris, Karl and Lottie that Bri so lovingly wrote for her amazing Warrior Cats fic (which you should read here) What the Cat Dragged In Warnings: None, beyond cursing and some lewd humor. Word count: 2273

“Honey, sit still please.” “I have enough layers on! Mommmm! Let me go!”

Kris tried not to react as Lottie flopped back dramatically onto the kitchen tile, limbs spread starfish-like to emphasize the absolute agony her mother was forcing her to endure by not letting her run outside naked in the dead of winter. Surely child services would arrive at any moment to behold the horror of a child being dressed for the cold and whisk her away to a family that cared. With a sigh, Kris crossed her arms and stood over Lottie, now fully feigning death by sticking her tongue out and pinching her eyes shut. Her fluffy pink earmuffs looked like a second set of buns perched on the sides of her head. “You just need shoes. That’s it - only shoes,” Kris said calmly, gesturing to the snow boots sitting by the door. “Do you think you can survive that? You wouldn’t want wet socks.” “I don’t want to wear those boots. They’re too hot!” “Mmm. And what other boots could I get for you- oh! That’s right! You melted the soles off your second pair when you and Papa insisted on playing lightsabers by the bonfire in autumn. Speaking of which, where is your father? We need to get going - the school bake sale starts in half an hour.”

Lottie sat up, her grumpy expression diminished slightly at the prospect of changing the subject away from her attire. “He’s outside. Said he was going to the shed because he thought he saw an animal go in last night.” “When did he tell you this?” “Right after breakfast… a while ago, I guess. Maybe he got lost? Should we make a search party? Can I fly a helicopter!?” Kris’s brows furrowed. The shed sat at the very edge of their property, right where the woods began - she could see it from the kitchen window, for heaven’s sake. He had been gone a long time for someone investigating such a relatively small structure, though. Either Karl had met his doom at the paws of a rabid skunk, no doubt engaging in combat to assert dominance over who smelled the worst, or it was the cats.

Two of them, usually - a male and a female. They didn’t typically stay around long, only ever dropping by to make camp for a few days in whatever space they could find amidst Karl’s comically large collection of “vintage” lawn mowers and tools he insisted would be fixed up and resold one day. They’d started showing up a few years prior, not long after Kris and Karl had moved in. At first the cats kept a healthy distance, little more than quick blurs darting out from under the porch. Kris treated them more or less like cows on the highway, something to point out and briefly observe before going back to the monotony of the day. And then, Karl started making even more frequent convenience store stops. He always showed up with a bag of Kris’s favorite sour candies in an attempt to distract her from the copious amount of tuna cans he was stockpiling. He even tried to hide where he was putting them, as if the smell of fish didn’t make it incredibly obvious. Before she knew it, the fluffy tomcat had fallen on top of her head from the support beams the next time she’d entered the garage to speak to her husband, the smaller brown she-cat observing boredly from on high as her mate was nearly punted across the room. “It’s gotta be those furballs again,” she said to no one in particular. She ran a quick hand through her frizzy curls, standing on end seemingly out of frustration with her offspring. “Lottie, please put on your boots and then follow me outside. If I see you come out barefoot, I’m picking the movie tonight.” “Uuuuuughhh… Fiiineee….” The screen door slammed with a bang as Kris marched with purpose across the backyard, beelining for the rickety old shed. What remained of yesterday’s snow mix with mud from the yard squelched unpleasantly underfoot. She wasn’t angry about the cats so much as she was about being late - it gave her tremendous anxiety. Not to mention fucking Debbie would undoubtedly have set up shop right by the exit, where Kris wanted to be; the thought of the woman’s smug face sneering at her while she hawked her flavorless macarons was enough to drive her to madness. No, she would not lose her prime bake sale real estate this year. Not again. She heard it before she saw it, the shed’s perpetually shattered side window allowing the sound to be audible when she was within ten paces. Karl’s voice - so he hadn’t fallen victim to skunk murder. Shame.

Kris didn’t bother knocking - she pushed the creaky wooden door open and entered the damp, warm space with an expression that she hoped conveyed the sort of disappointed maternal look that bent the normally bombastic man to her will. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, a figure sitting on a stack of overturned milk crates in the corner began to take form - as did a pair of glowing, irritated eyes.

And there he was, Mr. Tough guy himself, cradling the scraggly grey tomcat like a baby and cooing at it in an uncharacteristically high pitched tone. Kris sighed. It might have been cute if they didn’t have somewhere to be - and if Karl wasn’t deliberately pretending she wasn’t there. The cat was looking at her with an expression that she could only describe as insulted, as if he could not believe her audacity in interrupting his belly rub session. “Having fun?” Kris’s lips twitched. “We were.” Karl was very fond of the male, to put it lightly - though he’d die before he said as much. Kris wasn’t a cat person, but she had exchanged enough glances with the small, brown female to recognize the same exhausted eyes that stared back at her every morning in the bathroom mirror. A kindred spirit, it would seem. The poor thing had lost her tail, and all that remained was a little nub that fluffed up angrily when she was agitated. Which seemed to be often around her ever-meowing mate.

Speaking of which- A quick glance around the space didn’t immediately reveal the little she-cat, to Kris’s surprise chagrin. Unless she’d wedged herself in a corner or under a tarp, she was nowhere to be seen. “Where’s his girlfriend?” Kris asked, trying to sound uninterested. Karl shrugged, the momentary pause in his petting earning him a swift paw to the jaw. He chuckled and resumed his all important task, shifting a bit anxiously in place. “Dunno. Haven’t seen her - she’s probably out getting drunk with her little cat friends and talking shit about this poor baby.” The tomcat purred loudly, swishing his feather duster tail across Karl’s leg. Kris rolled her eyes. She was busy thinking up a witty retort when Lottie’s wheezy self jostled around her from behind, having just sprinted over from the house upon the realization that her parents were spending time together without her, yet another unacceptable grievance. Almost as bad as being forced to wear shoes. “What’re you two doing? What’s that? Is that the cat we saw last summer?” “You’ve got major FOMO, y’know that?” Kris flicked one of her buns affectionately. “Papa was just saying goodbye to his buddy, wasn’t he?” Karl opened his mouth to protest - Kris swore for a brief, insane moment that the cat mirrored his expression - when Lottie tugged on her mother’s jacket sleeve. “Hey, where’s the other one?” God, she’d hoped Lottie wouldn’t ask. For all anyone knew, she was simply hiding or out hunting - but the fact that it was winter, and knowing how many coyotes and foxes they’d already seen this season… she didn’t want to think about it. Kris swallowed her mounting sadness. They’re strays, she told herself. It was bound to happen sooner rather than later. Besides, she wasn’t even a cat person - what was she getting so worked up about?As if on command, an irritated meow came from the small storage loft above. The little brown she-cat darted her green eyes curiously between Kris and Lottie before glaring at the tom. Kris snapped her gaze up and failed to contain the relief in her voice as she exclaimed, “Hey, you!” Karl, infuriatingly, noticed. He flashed her one of his Cheshire cat grins, and Kris was ready to launch the nearest rusty tool at his head when the she-cat voiced her indignation once more.

The male meowed in response and flopped awkwardly out of Karl’s lap before bounding on top of the nearby crates and barely making the leap up into the loft. His back paw slipped awkwardly, but he managed it all the same before shaking his fur like a wet dog and trying to look menacing and huge again. He briefly butted heads with his mate before they both turned away from the three humans below, as if deep in hurried conversation. Kris didn’t want to waste any more time on this than they already had - mostly she didn’t need Karl needling her about actually liking a cat. She gestured toward her waiting car in the driveway, loaded to the hilt with brownies that actually tasted good, thank you very much, Debbie. “There, you’ve had your visit. Now can we get going?” “Yeah, yeah.” Karl rose with great effort, the groan he emitted as he simply stood up more akin to someone being stabbed to death rather than simply stretching their back. “Hey, wait!” Lottie suddenly pointed upward toward the ats and bounced eagerly on her toes, craning her short neck to try to see something. The female hopped down first, gracefully, and made her way to Kris’s legs. She wound her sleek little form around them a few times, and Kris couldn’t resist bending and giving her a quick ear scritch before Lottie nearly shrieked with delight. With a heavy thump, the tomcat landed on the crates again, this time carrying a furious fuzzball in his jaws. The little grey kitten hissed furiously, its short limbs flailing with irritation at having been removed from their warm nest. The proud father strutted over to Karl to present the little spitting terror while the mother appeared unbothered, ignoring her offspring’s protests and blinking slowly up at Kris to gauge her reaction. She wasn’t sure if cats understood thumbs up, but that was all she could think to give the expectant creature. “Well, look at that!” Karl clapped his hands together delightedly. “You old bastard, you got some swimmers that still work?” “Aww, I said the same thing to you after we got married,” Kris kissed her husband’s cheek, reveling in his sour expression.

“IT’S A KITTEN!!!!!” Karl barely caught Lottie before she lunged forward, pure mania in her eyes. “Lottie, shhh,” Kris suppressed the urge to laugh lest it startle the cats. “Yes, it’s a kitten. A very cute one. Try to stay calm, we don’t want to scare them away.” Her daughter was practically vibrating with excitement. The tomcat plopped the little grey kitten, his clone in almost every way, on the dirt floor where it proceeded to fluff up to twice its size and stand stock still. Its eyes were like saucers as it observed Lottie, unsure of whether to run or launch itself at her face. Ever the extrovert, Lottie dropped to her hands and knees and introduced herself, loudly, to the kitten. She crouched until her chin was practically on the ground and made herself as small and unthreatening as possible. The kitten slowly deflated, shuffling forward and flashing tiny teeth nervously before batting Lottie’s nose to garner a response. Lottie only laughed and extended a chubby little hand for it to sniff. A few cautious sniffs later and the little beast was hesitantly allowing itself to be petted clumsily on the head, even letting a few purrs escape here and there. “Well… I’m glad this had a happy ending,” Kris muttered. The she-cat at her feet went to go inspect her kitten while the male watched happily from his lounge atop an old dusty stool. “We should really, really leave, though. How will Lottie’s junior robotics club survive if I don’t fundraise half the budget with my astonishing selection of baked goods? Come on, old man.” “Sheesh, alright. Does your girl bother you this much?” The tomcat yowled pathetically at Karl in response. “Yeah, I know, buddy… I know. It’s torture.” Kris and the she-cat glanced at one another, a sort of shared understanding that transcended species passing between them. Both of the boys were going to husband jail tonight. “Can we keep them!?” Lottie begged as the kitten scaled her face onto her head as if conquering a mountain. “Yes,” Karl announced, drowning out Kris’s softer “no.” She wanted to protest, but frankly the urge had fled. It wasn’t worth it. Not while Debbie was out there making gains already. “Fine,” Kris conceded at last. She turned to leave, waving a dismissive hand over her shoulder as she made her way back toward the house. “Fine, but you two are keeping them fed and changing their litterboxes. And buying them toys, and taking them to the vet…. And we need to talk about neutering the fella.”

“NO!” Karl stomped a foot angrily. “Don’t disrespect my boy like that! Don’t even joke about it!”

Kris had half a mind to comment that she was referring to him, but decided she’d had enough tantrum delays for one afternoon.

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