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adobe-outdesign · 7 months ago

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Kung Fu Panda 4 Rewrite Thing

Been chewing on this movie for a while now and wanted to take a shot at improving it. Some parts are a bit rough but I think this gets the general idea across.

As a rule, I'm trying to keep most of the characters and elements/plot beats in place rather than spinning things off in a completely unrelated direction. I also am aware of the restrictions placed on this movie, such as an unwillingness to rehire high-profile VAs and runtime limitations. This is just meant to be a "what if" kind of thing. That said:

We open with a stylized sequence of Po telling the story of his and the Five's latest battle. As it ends it's revealed he's at the grand opening of Mr. Ping's brand new bigger, better noodle shop location, talking to the customers.

As one of them asks where the Five are now, Po explains that they got summoned to their own individual missions, but they'll be back soon.

(Yes I am still having them be MIA, as Po needs to be alone with Zhen for part of the movie. However, they'll only gone for the first part of this rewrite and for a very specific plot-related reason.)

(The thing with Po needing to give up his title of Dragon Warrior makes no sense for multiple reasons, so let's just drop that plot point entirely. I get that it's meant to tie into the "change" moral, but I'd rather have Po imparting this lesson onto Zhen instead of learning it himself, as otherwise it undermines the character growth he had in 3.

Also, Po isn't carrying the staff around with him constantly in this rewrite, as it looks a bit silly and isn't plot relevant here.)

A messenger shows up to report that the Jade Palace is under attack. Po decides to rush over just in case Shifu needs backup... which he does, because he's being kidnapped in a small one of those magic-proofed cages from the actual film.

(Shifu being kidnapped was tossed around in the writing room originally and I want to keep it in this rewrite because it A) gives Shifu something to do, and B) I want to allow Zhen to openly be working with the Chameleon in order to help flesh out her character and avoid the lackluster plot twist, meaning she'll need new leverage against Po later on.)

The figure behind the kidnapping appears to be Master Elephant, which confuses Po as he's been missing for several months. Right as he's about to land a finishing blow, the figure shape shifts into Master Chicken, throwing Po's attack and resulting in him getting a bad head injury. He does his best to pursue the attackers, but can't keep up. Dismayed, he returns to the Jade Palace...

...And finds Zhen trying to steal something, using the commotion outside as a distraction. Po fights, but he's still badly injured and can't give it his all, resulting in Zhen being able to slip away with her prize—a dust bunny from under the furniture. Po is baffled.

(Side note: I would probably redesign Zhen so she actually looks like she matches the other characters' style, but I digress.)

Feeling dismayed, he returns to the noodle shop, where both his dads work on treating his wounds and comforting him. As Po explains what happened, Mr. Ping mentions that customers have been circulating rumors about a shapeshifting sorceress in Juniper City. Po decides that that's where he needs to go, promises his dads he'll be safe, and leaves.

(I'm cutting Mr. Ping and Li's subplot, because as much as I love them they don't really add much to the plot. It also feels like it goes against Mr. Ping's characterization in KFP 1 and 2 in particular.)

This is where we can have the scene of the Chameleon vs. the crime bosses. This can mostly stay the same except one of the bosses attempts to attack her when she shape shifts, causing her to retaliate with a magic-based attack. She also needs to straight-up kill the guy to establish her and her sorcery as a legit threat.

Po arrives at the Happy Bunny tavern to look for a ride to Juniper City. As he talks to Fish and Chip, he notices Zhen nearby doing some black market trading with Granny Boar to obtain a white feather. Po confronts her and she tries to run out with the feather, causing the boar family to pursue in a big fight scene.

Po and Zhen manage to escape, Zhen stashing the feather. Po threatens to have her sent to jail, but Zhen confirms she's working for the Chameleon and can lead Po to her so he can rescue Shifu. Po dislikes this situation, but has no choice but to agree.

(Unlike in the actual film, I would make it so her lair is hidden in some fashion; magic that keeps it camouflaged would be appropriate for a chameleon, or it could be underground or hidden behind something. Regardless, it should be impossible to locate without Zhen's assistance.)

On the boat ride over to Juniper city, Zhen says that she has to "obtain" one more item from the local history museum or she'll be in big trouble with the Chameleon. Po doesn't like this detour, but once again has no choice in the matter.

Po asks why Zhen would want to work for someone so obviously evil, and this is the point where Zhen admits she was adopted by the Chameleon and we get her backstory.

(I would establish that the Chameleon has an actual name, but only Zhen uses it. It shows that Zhen is closer to her than most, not quite seeing her as a mother but not fearing her enough to use her preferred title. Also, the Chameleon's the only KFP villain without a proper name and that bothers me.)

The backstory can be the same, but the part about her living on the streets and meeting the Chameleon for the first time should be merged into a single flashback.

Zhen says that Po couldn't understand, but Po reveals that he's also adopted, and that he probably would commit some noodle-related crime if his dad asked him to. Still, Zhen insists that people don't change, and that includes her.

They arrive at Juniper city (Po is impressed at its size but he very much is not acting like he's never seen a city before). Zhen covers up her muzzle and tucks her tail under her clothes so she won't be recognized.

Zhen is ready to break into the museum, but Po says that he's got this and goes up to the guards to tell them that he has some official Dragon Warrior business to take care of and will need to borrow some ancient artifacts.

Unlike in the actual film, everyone ready acknowledges him as the Dragon Warrior. The guards are more than happy to loan him whatever he needs... until Zhen's tail pops out and the guards recognize her, prompting them to attack.

During the scuffle, Zhen uses a chi blast to knock back one of the guards, but almost gets taken out by the other guard coming up behind her. Po defends her but gets mildly injured as a result.

After the fight, Po asks about the chi move and Zhen states that the Chameleon taught her the basics.

Zhen confirms that the Chameleon is a master of chi, and that the sorcery she uses is a specific type of chi manipulation.

(The reason I'm connecting chi to her powers is that it makes them feel a bit less out of left field, and helps 4 feel like a logical progression from 3.)

Zhen admits that she's not very good at using chi, but Po points out that it took him years to use chi in battle. He also compliments her on her kung fu, and she confirms she's self-taught.

(In this rewrite, Zhen is good at fighting but not quite at the level she is in the actual movie. This is to address the issue of who taught her if the Chameleon doesn't know kung fu.)

He takes a moment to give her a few pointers, which causes her to ask why he took that blow for her earlier, figuring there's a catch. Po just says it's the right thing to do, but Zhen is skeptical, figuring he only did it because he still needs her to lead him to Shifu.

The reminder of Shifu prompts Po to move on, and they grab the item Zhen was after, a 500 year old set of blades, then run for it.

Po and Zhen arrive at the Chameleon's lair, and Zhen shows Po how to get inside and tells him where Shifu is being held. She says that she'll take the items to the Chameleon, which will distract her while Po breaks him out. Po thanks her, and the two separate. Zhen warns him of booby traps on the way out.

There are indeed booby traps, such as those saw contraptions from the actual movie and a bunch of guards. It takes Po a few minutes, but he eventually gets through them.

Po finds Shifu being held in a dark room. Shifu is glad to see him, but warns him to be careful as the Chameleon's likely not far away. Po explains Zhen's distraction and moves to free him... only for a cage to fall down and trap him as well.

"Shifu" is then revealed to be the Chameleon in disguise, who slips through the bars via shape shifting into a mantis and thanks Zhen for her help. Zhen apologizes to Po, who's naturally upset ("I mean, I know you were evil, but I didn't think you were THAT evil").

Zhen hands over the three items she collected, and it's confirmed what they are: a dust bunny that contains a clump of Tai Lung's fur, a feather from Lord Shen, and a pair of blades once wielded by Kai.

Po mistakenly interprets this as the Chameleon being a collector of kung fu memorabilia and tries to chat about the Jade Palace's collection, much to her bafflement.

The Chameleon explains that a trace of a person's chi remains long after their death, and demonstrates by doing The Tongue Thing on Kai's blade, stripping its chi, and immediately taking his form.

(As you may have picked up on, this rewrite removes the spirit world elements entirely. While they are really interesting, I think cutting them is the best option because:

1. There is so much plot involved with bringing Po's old enemies back that you could make that an entire movie in and of itself. It's hard to do it justice when you're cramming it in around the edges of this movie.

2. It makes the Chameleon too similar to Kai in terms of abilities.

3. Having her rely on stealing other's kung fu makes her come across as weak despite being a powerful sorceress.)

Po asks her if her goal is to take over China, but she says no; she just wants to end the practice of kung fu for good, and prove that sorcery is the superior option. To prove it, she has Shifu brought in.

While having your chi stripped does not remove one's kung fu abilities in this rewrite, it is still removing part of one's life energy and thus weakening them severely for a period of time—ergo, Shifu is still unable to fight at his best. Still, he manages to hold his own.

Instead of using kung fu, the Chameleon relies on the brute animalistic strength and inherent abilities of the forms she takes, switching whenever she's loosing to keep her opponents on her toes and even transforming into Shifu himself for a period. She also uses a few chi-based attacks.

Just when it looks like Shifu is about to win the fight, she uses her tongue to strip the chi from the fur clump, taking the form of Tai Lung. Shifu is so shocked and distraught that he fails to attack, allowing the Chameleon to land a serious blow.

She returns to her original form and states that when the blood moon has risen, she will battle and take down every master in the middle of Juniper city, where everyone can learn just how useless kung fu and the people who teach it are. She leaves Po in his cage panicking over Shifu, who's unresponsive.

Zhen follows the Chameleon outside, where we get the "does the blood moon always rise so slowly" gag. Noticing that Zhen looks troubled, she asks what's wrong, and Zhen talks about how Po encouraged her to do the right thing. Even though she's been told that kung fu masters are elitist, selfish people, she couldn't see any of that in Po.

(Side note: I want to establish in this rewrite that while the Chameleon will claim up and down that Zhen is only a pawn for her to use, she does care about her to some extent, even though probably loathes the fact she does. For example, when talking to Zhen here, she might pick some rubble out of her fur or something to show there's a teeny tiny bit of actual affection hidden there.

The reason for this is that all other KFP villains have had an emotional anchor—Shifu for Tai Lung, Shen's parents for Shen, and Oogway for Kai. The Chameleon being abusive but having some real love for Zhen and Zhen struggling with her gaslighting adds a lot more depth to both of them.)

The Chameleon finally reveals her backstory, which should be told in a hyper-stylized way à la the flashbacks in KFP 2 and 3. Just like Zhen, she grew up on the streets as an orphan, broke and starving. She admired kung fu greatly and wanted to learn it, but everyone turned her away for having no money to pay for lessons.

One day, she found a shiny jade amulet on the streets that someone lost, finally giving her a much-needed break. She is able to use that money to enroll in classes.

The problem was that while the money changed her financial status, it didn't change the way people saw her. Her master still considered her a lowly gutter rat and treated her as such, verbally insulting her and beating her down during training sessions. It's very much like how Shifu treated Po in KFP 1, except worse, especially because the Chameleon is a small and fragile animal.

Finally, during one training session she became too injured to move. Her master told her to quit and started to walk away, only for her to grab his leg with her tongue to trip him up. However, at the peak of her self-loathing, she instead discovered her chi stealing abilities and transformed into him. It's not shown, but it is implied she killed him.

As the flashback ends, the Chameleon shifts into Zhen and tells her that no matter how much you change, you can't change the way other people see you. Siding with Po, she says, will only get her hurt. Zhen nods and unexpectedly hugs the Chameleon, telling her she knows, and runs off.

Cutting back to Po, we see him frantically trying to break the bars of his cage. Zhen comes forward and drops down on her hands and knees, apologizing for everything. Po says that she came back, and that's what matters.

She reveals that the "hug" was actually just a way for her to get the key off of the Chameleon, and she uses it to unlock Po's cage. Po runs over to Shifu and he and Zhen heal him with chi, and we get a callback to the "I'M NOT DYING YOU IDIOT" scene from KFP 1.

However, while Shifu's not dying, he is very badly injured and can barely walk on his own. Po asks how they can take on the Chameleon and her army with just three of them, but Zhen holds up the key and suggests they get an army of their own.

Running downstairs, Zhen reveals where the other masters are being held. To Po's shock, the Furious Five are among those captured. Tigress confirms that the summons they received were traps laid by the Chameleon, and she already has their forms.

Also down there are the other crime bosses, as it feels like they just disappear in the actual film after their scenes.

Zhen only manages to unlock the Five's cages before before the Chameleon snatches the key back with her tongue, revealing that she knew Zhen was lying to her. Behind her, her army assembles.

Tigress confirms that that the Five will take on the army, and Po faces off with the Chameleon one-on-one. She strips the feather and uses Shen's form to fly up and take the upper ground, trying to kick a cage onto him. Zhen helps deflect it, and the Chameleon tells her to stay out of the way. Po and her continue to battle.

Despite Po's best attempts at blocking it, she does finally stick him with her tongue. He grabs it and throws her a distance in her fragile base form, injuring her but still giving her some of his chi in the process.

The Chameleon takes on Po's form next, and we get a fight similar to the one in the movie, though once again with her using less kung fu and more magic and physical attacks.

She mentions how she was rejected and tries to tell him that he should be on her side, because a bit fat panda like him must have been treated just as badly as she was. Po denies this, but Shifu admits it's pretty accurate. Po says he's not helping.

Po admits that she has a point, except she forgot one thing, and we get a callback to the "I'm THE big fat panda" moment from KFP 1.

The two attack at the same time. As the dust clears, it's revealed that neither are doing great—Po has gotten a lot of little injuries and the chi stealing has weakened him. The Chameleon is struggling to shapeshift at all, with the attempt causing her pain, and instead settles for trying to blast him. Zhen steps in and manages to redirect the attack back at her.

The Chameleon takes the blow and ends up back on the floor as a parallel to her flashback. Zhen reaffirms that she disagrees with her worldview—people can change, and she's going to prove it. If the Chameleon wants get to Po, she'll need to get through her first.

The Chameleon kind of laughs this off at first before realizing she's dead serious. She states that Zhen isn't even good at fighting, but Po disagrees, giving Zhen a confidence boost. The Chameleon struggles to her feet as if readying an attack, everyone braces themselves... and she surrenders, too injured to fight and unable to bring herself to hurt Zhen.

(There are a few reasons why I think her surrendering makes for an interesting defeat here:

1. There's no spirit realm portal to yeet her into in this version;

2. There's only so many times Po's enemies can be yeeted directly into the spirit realm before it gets old;

3. It adds character depth, and;

4. It ties back nicely in to the theme of change and that it's never too late to do the right thing.)

Zhen helps the Chameleon up, Tigress does the same for Po, and Monkey does the same for Shifu. The five reveal that despite being exhausted, they still managed to wipe the floor with the Chameleon's army, which Zhen thinks is incredible. Po introduces Zhen to them formally, and Shifu asks if they can save the introductions for after they get medical treatment.

Later on, Po (carrying the staff Oogway gave him) approaches Zhen, who's sitting under the peach tree by the Jade Palace. He asks her if she's doing okay after everything that's happened. She says she's alright, but is pretty scared of what's going to happen next, given that the Chameleon's in jail and she has nowhere to go.

Po reveals that him and Shifu have been talking, and he plans to open a new school as part of the Jade Palace that will offer free kung fu lessons to anyone who's interested in learning. Zhen asks if there are any spots open, and we end similar to the actual movie, with her training alongside the five.

the credits still end with the Jack Black cover of Baby One More Time because it slaps

#kung fu panda #kfp #kung fu panda 4 #kfp 4 #po #shifu #zhen #the chameleon #outdesign posts things #outdesign attempts to write #been chewing on zhen and the chameleon's characters like a dog with a new toy #apparently tumblr removed the ability to add sub bullets so sorry if this is a wall of text. hopefully the images help a bit

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fantastic-mr-corvid · 5 months ago

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and every time i remember that i made human algebra a stand that doesn't disappear with her users death and instead continues to haunt protect those her user saw as needing to be protected in life i cry!

also how as a stand without a user shes the perfect fit to protect Cecio, a man without a sister a stand<3 Cecio cant feel or see her but he knows shes there. the last living piece of his sisters soul. literally a golden ghost hiding in a body. he cant see her but other stand users can. He cant see her but she can protect him.

Human Algebra can only 'posses' other bodies, not move the space she can manipulate around in physical space, any visible form merely a projection. She can only possess people she chooses to protect, that choice still interlinked with her users feelings. One day the last piece of celias soul will fade from existence, no longer kept 'alive' by both their desire to protect.

every time i write something where muro|celia uses human algebra [his stand] it reminds me how fucking dangerous that stand is. people refuse to be in the same room as them and they send Tesoro to negotiations because no-one fucking wants them within line of sight. he can turn any object within a few inches of his body into a high speed projectile in any direction. if there is a straight line from any point of his body [that has some object within a few inches to use] to any vital to life part of you? i hope you can run faster than he thinks you can!

#celia #gold & silver #human algebra my beloved...#i need to finish her redesign and write something where she gets to show her personality #bc she has one!!#she is who celia needs- violent and instinctual self protection and then later the ability to protect others

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starrclown · 11 months ago

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☆ Redesign Time: Nifty, the lovable and SUCH A WASTE OF POTENTIAL ☆

(Sorry that title got aggressive. New series though! I now have, Have Tea With Me and Redesign Time.)

Ahoy Matey's, we are here to talk about my favorite Hazbin Hotel character. Yes, Nifty is my favorite. I've loved her ever since she stepped into the pilot. She's just so fun and silly and God I love her so much. But litteraly no one cares about her and that bothers me SO much. Like no one talks about her unless Alastor and Husk are involved. There is little to no merch of her. It's just so depressing man. But I love this little bug alien and I wanna rewrite her a story and redesign her cause her design is just not it.

(Also I wanna clarify something. With any redesigns and rewrites I do, they can change. Hazbin hasn't come out yet as of time of writing so Nifty may actually get a story. Maybe. I severely doubt it. These designs are for fun and fun only. I do genuinely like Hazbin Hotel and want it to succeed. This also isn't a attack on Vivziepop or SpindleHorse productions. Vivzie has been accused of alot but I'm not touching up on that. These designs are for fun and my own personal spin on things. Please don't harass me. Seriously artists have been harassed for redesigns and it's actually sickening. These are for fun, don't take it personally. ALSO!! DO NOT TRY TO ANIMATE THESE. I don't want no comments about how these are not animation friendly. I know. These are just showing of my level of art and a coherent story. Cool? Cool.)

☆Nifty's Redesign!!

Nifty's cannon design is just not it. Let's play a game. What is Nifty?

Nifty, Wiki confirmed, is supposed to be a reference to bugs and aliens. Where? Besides her arms and legs Nifty has no bug features. Nifty also died in the 50's. Can you tell? No, you can't. Nifty is nothing like what she is described. That's the issue with most of the designs of Vivzie. They are nothing like how they are described. I've seen a couple of times that people didn't know that Alstor was supposed to be a deer, Vaggie is a moth, Charlie is based of dolls and goats, and Angel is a spider from the 40's. Nifty's design needs touching up, so let me show you my design!!

(I'm iffy on this. I think there are things I can improve)

She's a little lady!! Let me explain certain parts of my design.

1. Hair. Curled hair was a big thing in the 50's. Nifty is cannonically Japanese so she would probably curl her hair. I wanted her hair to be this messy curly/wavy mop. Why is Nifty's hair fire colored? I thought it was so cool when Nifty came through the fire. In my rewrite I want fire to be a part of Nifty. (You'll see in a little bit.) I also gave her antennas.

2. Face. I changed Nifty to green to give her a bug/alien type feel. I gave her small little bug choppers and red rosy cheeks. I kept her one eye cause it makes her face stand out.

3. Clothing. I might have to change her clothes but I think I did a decently good job with her clothing. I gave her a apron with stitches to symbolize her obsession with chores. I gave her gloves because she's also the cook. I made her dress blue instead of red to contrast her hair and it makes her dress pop.

4. Bug features. Nifty now has antennas that move along with her emotions. She has her bug choppers, I gave her more bug like legs and arms, and finally, wings. There small so I imagine she can fly for small amounts of time.

I just wanted Nifty to feel more bug like. I also wanted her 50's background to shine through!!

(I cut out a whole section on her human life cause I want to save that until I get the main cast done.)

Feel free to leave criticism in the comments. I actually really like certain parts if the design!! Nifty deserves SO much better than Hazbin has given her and I'm here to deliver it!!

(I don't know what will be next. It could be tea time or another redesign. A fic if mine is almost is finished though so if your interested check it out)

😘🫶

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

#artwork #digital art #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel redesign #Nifty redesign #hazbin hotel art #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin hotel critical #i love Nifty so much guys #shes so silly

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another-dra-anew · 2 years ago

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tomoritomoritomroitomo- -iris

tototototomori!

-My identity hc for them

canonically sapphic! i think that. currently she’s just waiting to see what experiences she has and where life takes her, she doesn’t want to try and come to a decision on how she feels about non-platonic relationships with guys. she’s content with calling herself sapphic, maybe she’ll change her label one day, maybe not <3.

+canonically a trans girl! i think she kinda switched between using trans fem and saying she’s a trans girl. depends on the day depends on the vibe!!! not really a identity note this is about presentation. but i think sheeee’s… not really happy with her hair length rn and is considering chopping it short, but she wants to grow it out, and knows if she chops it now she’ll have to deal with growing it again. she’d be happy with short hair, but then she’d miss having long hair. tbh i can see her growing her hair out to donate? but yeah. she doesn’t like the growing out stage v much

- Thoughts on their home life/family

hmm. what’s something that doesn’t get covered in ftes… i think she really likes her maternal grandparents and would like to see them more, but she knows spontaneous visits aren’t really something that either her household, or theirs, can really pull off. she’d call more but she feels weird doing that without much reason.

- How i feel about their canonical writing/handling

!! i like how i write her! i think… any concerns i have are moreso with like. how my writing of her comes across? but that’s another thing where i just have to step back and remind myself that anyone who judges the way the kids are shown now, when we’re only partway through the story, and no one’s ftes are finished, is silly, and that includes me. it’d be silly of me to judge my writing when i haven’t even been able to show all the parts of the kids characterization!

- The one thing i’d want to make canon about them

tomoris my perfect wish fulfillment girl i suppose? i dunno i guess everything i want to say about her gets said…. uhhh? yk everything i’m thinking of is like. smthn that gets mentioned at some point. hm.

- My number one favorite ship for them

i like her and maki, iii. honestly just like them a lot as friends? and im a huge fan of friends to lovers so. yeah!!! :]. this doesn’t always come across in canon tho ik. not that they ever come across as like. enemies but maki is vv closed off in the game, so. yea. non despair tho, they get along well!

- …Now everyone else i ship with them

she has a lot of hands! i like her and kurokawa a lot tho <3. i don’t think tomoris a huge fan of spooky stuff but tbh i think kurokawas videos and the like would be very comforting? and i think kurokawa is a lil >////< @ tomori. goes from thinking tomoris pretty -> really liking her personality and how she interacts with people (while thinking tomori is pretty).

- The thing i will NEVER ship

…? i can’t think of anything anyone would ship which i’d be against? ???

- a dynamic/relationship i wish was explored more (in canon, or in fandom)

id like to chat more about her and iranami! specifically in non despair. i think she’d like to try and tug iranami into helping her with cheer practice so iranami can kinda. recontextualize her flexibility/tumbling skills.

- thoughts on their design (appearance-wise)

i don’t want to talk about it. (<- i need to redesign her. so bad. but i keep redesigning her…)…… go away now please i need to cry.

- A music-related thought- a song that reminds me of them, or what their music taste is, etc

OKAY SHE HAS A PLAYLIST. ITS OUTDATED BUT IT EXISTS- oh. mekaru had one too. uh. anyways.

all the songs are more so ones that i think she’d vibe too? hmmm. yk fuck it. have a screenshot of her playlist pls keep in mind most of these r from like… 2020. songs i think she’d vibe to!

#tomori kizuna #ask meme

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ynscrazylife · 4 years ago

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It's me requesting again lol xD I just love your fics! Could u write a wanda x Female reader (romantically) where its basically like wandavision (If u have seen the episodes) where maybe reader has ice and fire abilities and she accidentally sets something on fire (and no one knows they were the avenger because ya know its wanda's reality wrapping thing) and reader panics looses control when agnes shows up and tries to peek in to see what's going on cuz she can hear explosion lmao and wanda helps and comforts reader and stops it? And reader feels bad and Wanda is just like all lovingly and sweet? So like fluff if that's okay! Sorry this was long xD

I LOVE THIS AND ALSO

WANDAVISION SPOILERS!! DONT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED THE FIRST TWO EPS!

Thank you so much for requesting this! I was hoping someone might request something for WandaVision. If anyone wants this, maybe I can do a WandaVision series but Y/N replaces Vision? So uh WandaY/N 😂

(WandaVision is making me a simp for Wanda hELP I love her)

(I’m imagining that this is like a sequel to the Wanda x Y/N thing I did where half of Y/N’s body controls ice and the other half controls fire. Also, I did something a tiny bit different - Y/N makes her bracelet accidentally explode. I hope that that’s okay!)

I’ll Always Be There For You

Summary: Half of Y/N controls ice and the other half controls fire. After getting overwhelmed, she accidentally uses her powers and freaks out. Wanda is there to comfort her girlfriend and save the day!

After moving to whatever-town-they-were-in, Wanda made Y/N two bracelets that would restrict her her powers. Y/N was still getting used to them and she had expressed concern that she would accidentally use them, so the bracelets would help in public.

Y/N stood in the house’s bathroom now while her girlfriend was upstairs. The two of them were getting ready, for Y/N was going to be taking Wanda out on a date. To say that Y/N was nervous would be an understatement - this date just had to be divine! Wanda deserved the best and Y/N was determined to give her that.

She had done and re-done her hair five times now, and was at the process of second-guessing her outfit and makeup. Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, biting her lip. Was she dressed nicely enough? Was the makeup enough? Or was it all too much? Having a girlfriend in this society was hard enough, but since they had just moved in, the couple had double the amount of pressure on them.

Y/N sighed, changed her outfit, and then forced herself to focus on something else. If she stayed in this bathroom much longer she might end up redesigning this dress completely.

Oh! The dishes still needed to be finished.

Y/N slipped her bracelets on and padded down the stairs, going to the kitchen. She scrubbed each dish and utensil thoroughly, not stopping until every spec of dirt or dust was gone. As she went to grab a rag, Y/N accidentally knocked into the flowers which sat on the counter. It made her jump, so she dropped the plate she was holding. As it crashed to the floor, it made Y/N jump again, gasping in fright.

In the midst of the chaos, Y/N didn’t notice one of her bracelets falling off. It just so happened that all the pent-up nerves and sudden scare as getting to her, for the next thing she knew she was accidentally sending a small fireball that hit the bracelet, making an explosion and putting a whole in the rug.

Even though the explosion wasn’t big, it still was enough to knock Y/N off her feet as her head hit the back of the cabinet.

She sat there, for a moment, trying to comprehend everything that had just happened so quickly.

Finally, Y/N opened her eyes, and was horrified. Her head was hurting, for one, but the only thing she cared about was the fact that a plate was broken, she had small burns from the explosion, there was a whole in the carpet, and . . . Oh, no. The bracelet Wanda had made had been destroyed!

Becoming overwhelmed and not knowing what to do, Y/N began breathing rapidly, trying to clear her head. When she heard Agnes let out a “Yoo-hoo! I heard something - are you ladies all right?” From outside it made everything worse!

Agnes couldn’t come in here. How was Y/N to explain this? If had just been the plate dropping she’d say that she had, well, dropped a plate, but how would she explain causing an explosion? Not to mention, what if her powers acted up again without the bracelet?

Her mind was going in a million different directions all at the speed of light, and it was beginning to make her dizzy. She couldn’t catch her breath and she felt like she was stuck. Any second now Agnes would enter and everything would be ruined and oh how would they fix it?

Just as the door opened, the cabinet doors opened, the rug swept inside, and the cabinet doors closed. Y/N looked around to see her girlfriend smiling before they heard Agnes’ voice.

“Oh my! Whatever happened here?” Agnes asked, seeing the plate shattered in pieces and Y/N on the floor.

“My girlfriend just dropped a plate and tripped - I assure you, she’s fine,” Wanda covered, giving Agnes a smile before giving Y/N her hand and helping her up.

Y/N nodded, not trusting herself to speak without spilling their secret. She smiled at Agnes to hopefully convince her she was okay, even though she could feel the glass scraping against her skin and her head was pounding.

Agnes looked around, not 100% convinced, and her eye caught the pieces of plate. “Oh, lemme help you with that!” She said, inviting herself inside and scurrying over.

Wanda gave Y/N’s hand a comforting squeeze before going to help their friend, leaving Y/N forcing herself to take deep breaths as she leaned against the wall. Part of her wanted to help clean up the plate, but the other part of her was too worried that she might cause another explosion. So she reluctanty let Wanda and Agnes to the work while she calmed down.

Y/N zoned out and closed her eyes and she finally opened them when she heard the door close. “She’s gone?” Y/N asked her girlfriend, relieved, with no Agnes in sight.

“Yes,” Wanda answered with a laugh and walked over to Y/N, placing her hands on Y/N’s arms. “What happened, love?”

Y/N sighed, feeling tears coming to her eyes. She was still feeling jittery, on edge. “I was washing the dishes and my elbow accidentally hit the flowers - so it surprised me and I dropped the plate and then my bracelet fell . . . And I accidentally caused the little explosion.”

Wanda nodded, and cupped Y/N’s cheek in her hand, but Y/N continued. “I’m so clumsy, Wanda. What am I to do? I can barely control my powers and I almost ruined everything today!” She said, disappointed in herself.

“We’re still getting use to this, hun. Please, don’t worry. I can make you another bracelet if you want but I’ll help you control your powers. Now, are you hurt anywhere?” Wanda asked.

Her graceful and soothing tone was able to relax Y/N almost immediately. She nodded after a moment. “Glass cut my leg and my head hurts - I banged it against the cabinet when I fell,” she answered, knowing it was no use to try and play it off as if she was fine.

Wanda nodded, and Y/N could see concern glassing over her eyes. “Get up into bed and I’ll be there shortly to take care of you,” she said, before waving her hand and a bracelet identical to the one Y/N had before appeared on her wrist.

“What about our date?” Y/N asked.

“We can reschedule. You only matter right now, because I’ll always be there for you,” Wanda said.

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Ten minutes later and Wanda appeared, carrying a bandage and a cloth.

“Oh, Wan, that’s not necessary,” Y/N said from her spot on their bed as Wanda began to put the bandage around her head.

“I just want to be extra careful!” Wanda argued, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at that.

“Will you make the cloth wet?” Wanda asked. Y/N removed her bracelet, hand shaking a little bit, but successfully did what she was asked to.

Wanda smiled at her in a way of saying “thank you” and then put the cloth against the cut on Y/N’s leg, cleaning it.

“Now, you’re on bed rest and cuddles for the rest of the day,” Wanda said, and they both smirked.

“Again, not necessary, but fine,” Y/N laughed.

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writings-of-a-daphodil · 4 years ago

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Fire Keeper: Chapter 9

Douxie x fem reader

Chapter 1

Masterlist in bio!

Series Summary: You are Jim’s older sister who is taking a break from college and has moved back home to Arcadia. You end up joining Jim and his friends on their adventures.

Chapter 8 summary: Your mom is getting healed and while things are looking up, the battle with Angie Rot is yet to come.

Warnings: Angst, death, minor injury, sad stuff in this chapter, but once we get past the sad stuff there will be happy stuff in future chapters.

A/n: I got a little carried away with the writing, so it's a long chapter. *nervous laughter* Anyways Enjoy! 💖

“The incantation, as you know, makes Barbara experience whatever trauma befalls strickler. Unfortunately breaking the binding spell will also erase her memory,” Vendel explained to you and Jim.

“What are you saying? I’m gonna forget Trollmarket? That Jim’s the Trollhunter? That Y/n can do magic?” Your mom asked and you smiled sadly, but that just meant you would have to tell her again later. Maybe you could do it properly this time.

“I’ll leave you with a moment of privacy,” Vendel muttered, pulling Strickler out of the room with him.

“Guess we’re gonna have to have this conversation again,” Jim chuckled.

“Jim, Y/n, listen to me. Promise me we will. Okay? It took all of this for you to tell me about...your other life.”

“I just didn’t want to worry you. And I know we have,” Jim said.

“Yes, yes, you have. I am worried about both of you. I’m scared. But listen to me. It is my job to worry. And it’s not your job to protect me. I want you to know something. Even before you found this amulet and you found your magic—way before all of this—you two were always my heroes. My beautiful children.”

“We love you mom,” you whispered, hugging her gently. You tried not to let any tears fall, it wasn’t like she would be gone afterwards, you would still have your mom.

“We really do,” Jim added.

“The time has come,” Vendel announced. “Place your hands upon the gemstone.”

“Barbara, I—“ Strickler started, but your mom cut him off.

“Don’t talk to me. You’re the one thing I’m looking forward to forgetting.” Strickler sighed and looked genuinely upset. You gave him a sympathetic smile, he had grown on you.

Vendel chanted some more and your mom looked at you. “Guys, promise me, After this is over, don’t keep your trollhunting a secret from me anymore. Promise me.”

You nodded as Vendel continued chanting. Your sad smile slowly slipped into one of horror as orange electricity came from the piece of Heartstone Vendel was holding. It raced up your mom and Strickler’s arms and Strickler began to scream.

Vendel continued. “Forgive me, Barbara,” Strickler gasped between wails.

Your mom didn’t look at him, instead she turned to you and Jim. “Promise me!”

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“Dr. Hammond to Radiology,” a voice over the hospital intercom announced.

“She’ll be safe here,” Jim reassured you as you paced nervously by the window.

“Jim? Y/n? What happened?” You heard your mom’s weak voice ask.

Jim turned to her. “Mom, something happened last night. Something you can't tell anyone.” You nodded to Jim, giving him a thumbs up and an encouraging smile.

“What is it? Why do you look so worried?” Your mom asked, concerned for Jim.

“Well, uh...there was… an accident. You feinted, you bumped your head and I drove you here,” Jim explained and your encouraging expression turned to one of anger. You glared at Jim and shook your head. He had promised.

“My hero.” She paused. “I know there are things going on with you, Jim. Things you don’t want to tell me.”

“There are? I mean, you do?” Jim stuttered and you rolled your eyes. Jim wasn’t that subtle, you and your mom had had plenty of worrying conversations where you had to cover for him.

“Well, sure, you’re sixteen. You have your own life. I just want you to know there’s nothing you can’t share with me. Whatever it is I can take it,” your mom said and you smiled at Jim nodding again, but he gently shook his head.

He looked back at your mom. “I know you can.”

After Jim left you were tempted, to say the least, to tell her anyways, but you held it in. You wouldn’t force Jim to come clean, there was something holding him back and you needed to find what it was.

“Y/n?” Your mom asked after Jim had been gone for a while. “Why didn’t you drive me to the hospital?”

“I wasn’t home, I was helping a friend.” The lie left a bad taste in your mouth. You hated lying to her.

“This ‘friend’ wouldn’t happen to be Douxie, would it?” She teased and you smiled. It had been awhile since the two of you were able to spend some quality time together, albeit, this wasn’t the best situation.

“We’re just friends mom,” you said, trying not to smile.

“Alright,” she relented and your smile grew. “But you do like him?”

You groaned good naturedly, “Mom!”

“What?”

“Let’s talk about something else. What about redecorating the house? I feel like it’s time for a change.”

She looked at you quizzically, a smile still shining on her face. “Okay...”

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Later that night you made your way to Trollmarket with a smile on your face. It had been great to just chat with your mom. You would cherish those memories and now you had her input on how to redesign the house after Angor Rot ruined it.

You waltzed over to Blinky’s library, a hop in your step, but you faltered when you heard Vendel. “She allowed Angor Rot to obtain a Horngazel. The very key past Trollmraket’s defenses?”

You slowly entered the room and slid over to Toby. “Sooo, what’d I miss?”

“Angor Rot stole Claire’s Horngazel,” Toby whispered back and your eyes widened. That was very bad.

“It’s not Claire’s fault it’s mine. I should have gone to the school for the incantaion. I should have faced Angor Rot. Not them,” Jim defended.

“Jim’s right, I should have gone with them,” you mumbled to Toby.

“No, you were with your mom,” Toby responded.

“It was in my purse. Toby and I were dangling off the roof. He cut it off and left,” Claire said and you looked at Toby, eyes even wider and he nodded.

“Yeah, you also might have to let the school know I have an inhaler now,” Toby whispered.

You chuckled. “I’m not even gonna ask.”

“Is there something you’d like to share with the rest of us?” Vendel asked.

“It was a great everyday purse. It went with everything,” Toby said, consoling Claire. You smiled, sure Angor Rot getting the Horngazel was bad, but at least Toby and Claire were okay.

“We might have time. Angor Rot rarely attacks during the day,” Jim pointed out, bringing the topic back to serious matters.

“Angor Rot is unpredictable at best. And if there isn’t anything to stop him from creating havoc in Trollmarket...then you have to put more than yourselves at risk,” Vendel countered.

The room settled into a thoughtful and fearful silence, however, Strickler’s voice broke it, “Trollhunter! Help!”

The five of you looked to each other and then ran out of the room. You heard Blinky yelling in the distance. “Ruffians! Who threw that?!”

“Where’s Jim? he gave me his word!” Strickler whined as you pushed through the crowd.

“What? I’m not good enough?” You asked him, jokingly.

Strickler apologized as Jim and company arrived.

“Put him down! He helped save my mother,” Jim ordered as he pushed through the crowd of trolls to stand with Blinky and Aaarrrgghh.

“He’s with us,” you added.

“He tried to release Gunmar!” Someone shouted.

“Get him out of here!” Called another troll.

“Changlings ain’t right in Trollmarket!” Bagdwella argued.

“Get rid of him!”

“It’s not going to make a difference. Angor Rot wants me too, and the protective barrier won’t stop him,” Jim announced.

“What do you mean?” Blinky asked.

Jim sighed, “He has a Horngazel.”

The trolls bagan to throw garbage, but you created an orange shield to cover him. The trash bounced off of it, harmless.

“Look, you have a right to know!” Jim said.

“Let’s throw them both out!” A Troll from the crowd roared, grabbing Jim. “It’s time the amulet called for a new Trollhunter!”

“Jimbo!” Toby called.

“It’s not his fault!” Claire added as the trolls began to chant.

“Throw him out!”

“When you finish throwing them out come back and throw me out, too,” Vendel announced climbing on top of your old and broken car. “Yes the boy has made grave errors. But he’s come through for more times than I give him credit for.”

You levitated onto top of your old car, showing off your magic. “Yeah, he has. And if you want my brother gone, you’ll have to say goodbye to your only sorceress as well!”

Vendel smiled at you and nodded, then he continued, “Trollmarket is in danger and our greatest defense has always been our Trollhunter. He’s earned my trust. He should have earned yours.”

“You can throw me out too,” Blinky agreed.

“And me,” Aaarrrgghh added.

“Us too, though technically, we don’t live here. I’m just sayin,’” Toby mumbled as Bagdwella stepped forward.

“Same for me. I’ve always stood with our Trollhunter!” She announced.

“Okay, yeah.” Toby scoffed and you hid a laugh as Bagdwella gave you an indignant look. However, the trolls began to consider your friends’ words and the trolls dropped Jim and Strickler.

“What now, our infallible leader?” Strickler asked.

Jim walked up the stairs and then turned around dramatically. “Now, we get ready to give Angor Rot the fight of his life!”

The crowd cheered and began to get to work. You helped out, but you eventually headed back to Blinky’s library with Jim, Claire, and Toby.

“Chomsky? No way! When did he get out?” Jim asked upon seeing the fierce yet endearing gnome.

“Wait, Chompsky’s out!” You exclaimed, clapping.

“A little while ago. We were gonna tell you, but with everything and your mom…” Claire explained.

“Why would you hold back the great news? He escaped the Darklands!” Jim laughed, but you hesitated. There was something off about the gnome’s aura. Even though Vendel had just taught you to read aura’s you had picked up the skill quickly and now you were sure something was wrong. Chompsky had a dark aura surrounding him, similar to the one Mindy had.

“What’s your definition of ‘escaped’?”—you asked, shoving your thoughts of Mindy aside and focusing on your newly returned friend.

“Y/n’s right. Technically he didn’t. Gunmar let him out to deliver a message,” Toby verified.

“Jim, Gunmar knows you killed his son,” Claire warned.

“And he promises to make a river- no, an ocean of blood from your loved ones. And he’s gonna make a throne, of with their—I think he said—bones. His words not mine.” NotEnrique spoke up, putting his hands up in surrender.

Chompsky growled at him and you gave a weak smile. Gunmar just threatened your family.

“And...And he included a list,” Toby added.

NotEnrique began to list the names, “Tobias. Claire. Barbara. Y/n. Blinkous...”

“We knew what we were getting into. After we find the last stone, we’ll find my brother and end this once and for all,” Claire promised.

You hugged your brother. “Yes, Claire’s right. Gunmar just threatened my family too. He will regret that.”

“Draal. Coach Lawrence,” NotEnrique continued in the background.

“It goes on for a while. You don’t need to listen to this.” Toby pulled Jim away.

Claire turned to him. “It’s like you said, we shouldn’t be focused on the fight tomorrow, but the fight today.”

“It’s too bad we’ve been wasting out time collecting stones to kill Gunmar and not Angor Rot,” Toby muttered.

“Or so you think,” Strickler said, walking in. “Maybe you do have a stone. Angor’s eye.”

“You’re saying he can use that in his amulet?” You asked.

Toby squealed. “Jim, you’re gonna level up again!”

“If cut with proper guidance,” Strickler cautioned.

“Show me where to cut.” Jim walked off with Strickler, but you held Claire and Toby back.

“You two have been great friends and I’m so glad that you are a part of this. We make a fantastic team, but I’m worried about Jim. He’s putting too much pressure on himself and then there’s our mom, he didn’t tell her the truth.” You took a deep breath after voicing your concerns.

“Don’t worry, Y/n/n, Jimbo’s got this and we’re here for him,” Toby reassured and you smiled.

“Don’t worry, Y/n, We just have to do our best to support Jim,” Claire added.

“Okay. Then let’s go and win this fight. Afterwards, ice cream’s on me.”

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You absolutely despised fighting golems, but you were getting the hang of slicing through them and then using your magic to crush the totems. Though the longer you used your magic, the more tired you got. You had yet to develop the stamina.

You stabbed a blue golem through the heart and it shattered. You didn’t even have a second to breath before you were taking down a pink one then an orange and after that another blue.

While you seemed to be holding up better than others, you were still growing tired. When you tried to dodge a pink golem your side was sliced by a sharp gem. You hissed in pain and almost dropped your sword.

The golem pulled its hands up to smash you, but you rolled out of the way, scraping your hands on the cold ground. You levitated yourself to your feet, but before you could get back to the fight, your golem shattered and Claire stood behind it.

A blue golem approached her from behind, ready to smash. It was too late to warn her so you basted it. The gems flew everywhere, but you managed to catch them, your orange glow surrounding the blue. Unable to hold them any longer, you redirected them into another golem. You and Claire smashed their totems and you went off to help NotEnrique who was backing away from another pink golem.

You decided to try something new, you pictured the totem nestled inside the sharp pink crystals and pulled. The totem, glowing with your orange magic, flew to your hands and you crushed it.

“Thanks,” NotEnrique called and you nodded, already moving to fight another. You moved through your various methods, destroying golem after golem. They just kept coming though, you watched as more trolls fell. Angered by their deaths you fought on.

You killed a purple golem, slicing it with your sword and throwing newly summoned daggers through another. The lifeless gems fell to the ground, revealing Blinky flying past you in your mom’s old car.

You froze and were almost cut by an orange golem, but you killed it then ran to help Blinky. Your hands glowed orange and so did Blinky as he was pulled from the wrecked car. You shattered another golem behind you as you watched Toby struggle with his hammer.

Aaarrrgghh came over to help and you felt disheartened as more trolls struggled. It seemed impossible that Angor Rot was able to bring this many totems yet here you were fighting the results of his dark magicks.

Your gaze was pulled to Angor Rot and you watched in frozen horror as the dagger flew towards Toby. You lifted your hands to send your magic to protect him in some way, in any way.

Aaarrrgghh had the same idea though and a bone chilling wail left your lips. Your magic wasn’t placed to protect Aaarrrgghh and the glowing green dagger pierced his stone.

A cold hopelessness entered your heart and you felt your blood blaze with the fire of your magic. Fire Keeper seemed a fitting nickname as your eyes glowed a fiery orange and the golems that had been creeping up on you and Blinky exploded. The pieces, dangerous sharpenal that would hurt your allies, should have flown everywhere, but your magic stopped them. You sent them all to Angor Rot, but he hid behind a wall.

The glow in your eyes flickered out and you fell to the ground. You hadn’t realized you had levitated yourself, but Blinky was there to catch you.

“I’m going to kill you!” you heard Toby scream. You watched, exhausted as Toby failed to even land a hit on Angor.

“I destroyed your soul! Your fight is with me! Not them!” Jim growled after finishing off a golem.

“As you wish Trollhunter,” Angor hissed. Jim glanced around and turned to run, leading Angor Rot away. You managed to deal with a few more golems before Claire pulled you away.

“Master Jim!” Blinky yelled as the door to the Heroes forge fell, shutting Jim and Angor inside. Your brother was alone.

“Let us in!” Toby cried.

Claire pounded on the gate. “Jim!”

You cried as you tried to blast the doors to no avail.

“The only reason you’re alive is because you’ve let your loved ones fall in your place! Your teacher, the changling! Your mother!” Angor taunted as he sent purple blasts towards Jim.

“No! Jim!” Claire howled as Jim barely dodged.

“And now your simple friend, Aaarrrgghh, is dead!” Angor growled and you screamed, blasting the door even more with strength you didn’t even know you had.

“No!” Jim roared, fighting back.

Claire, pulled out her shadow staff. “Toby I’m gonna make a portal over Angor Rot.”

“You make sure to smash him,” you added, “for Aaarrrgghh.”

“But where are your loved ones now, hunter?” Angor raised his dagger for the killing blow and you blasted the door one last time, shattering it.

Angor looked to you, confused. His hesitation bought Jim enough time to shove Angor’s dagger back at him.

“Up here, Rot head!” Toby announced as he fell from the portal. As Angor turned to stone Toby’s hammer hit, shattering him.

“Jim!” Claire as you exclaimed, hugging him.

“Is he really gone?” Claire asked, pulling away.

“He better be,” Jim said.

“Yeah. He better be,” Toby growled.You stared at the gray stones and shivered, you had just helped kill someone. Killing goblins and golems was one thing, but Angor was different. He was almost human, albeit, a horrible human.

Then blue orbs flew from the pile they whispered to Jim, thanking him for their freedom.

“What...I mean, who are they?” Claire asked.

The blue orbs gathered into a large one and suddenly Kanjigar appeared. “These are the spirits of our fallen brethren. Trollhunters who lost both soul and life to Angor Rot. Our brothers and sisters shall take their proper place in the void and rest in peace. Thanks to you, James Lake Junior, and your friends. You were right, you are stronger together. We are in your debt. But the day will come, Trollhunter, when you must finish the fight alone.”

You frowned at the last line, but a sad smile came to your face as you saw Draal and father say goodbye. It was a bittersweet moment on a bittersweet day.

You let them be and left the arena. You had to saw goodbye too.

It was quiet in the streets of Trollmarket and piles of gems littered the ground. You shivered, it felt colder in Trollmarket than it normally did.

Eventually you came across Aaarrrgghh. You let tears fall at the sight of your friend. You couldn’t even imagine how Blinky might be feeling. You hadn’t known Aaarrrgghh for even a quarter as long as Blinky had.

Toby, Claire, and Jim soon followed.

Toby began to sob and you hugged him as Claire consoled him. “Hold onto that anger. Save it for the Darklands.”

“Jim?” Claire asked as Jim walked away. You sobbed for a while longer, mourning your fallen friend when Blinky joined you.

“I saw Master Jim heading towards the ruins of Killahead,” he panted and your eyes widened. You knew what he was going to do. Call it sister’s intuition or just straight up divination, you knew he was going to open Killahead. He was going to the Darklands, without you.

“Master Jim!” Blinky yelled as once again the doors shut in your faces.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Toby called.

“Jim, don’t! Jim, no! You promised we’d go together!” Claire screamed.

You cried. “Jim don’t do this without me.”

“The amulet chose me. I can’t lose any more of you,” Jim responded.

“Can I use my shadow staff?” Claire questioned.

“No, the room is sealed from dark magicks,” you explained sadly.

Blinky observed the door. “Maybe I can override the lock.”

“Do it, please,” you begged.

“Come on Jimbo! We’re a team! Don’t do this!” Toby pounded on the door.

“I’m sorry. I have to finish the fight. Alone,” Jim said through the door.

“We can do that together!” You wailed. “What will I tell mom?”

You and Claire screamed together. “Jim!”

“I’m sorry,” you heard Jim mutter as the doors slowly opened.

“No! Jim!” Claire and you pleaded as Jim walked into the portal. The inky hole immediately swallowed him, taking him to the Darklands.

“Jim!” Toby cried out. You ran to where the portal was only to find regular stone.

“Master Jim, what have you done?” Blinky muttered, covering his eyes.

You wailed, this wasn’t right. It wasn’t okay, Jim just left you. He was gone, he had vanished into the portal. You couldn’t believe it. Today was not turning out well. You had already lost Aaarrrgghh and now your brother, what were you going to do now.

You walked over to Toby and Claire and pulled them into a group hug. Toby, who you thought of as a little brother, was okay and so was Claire and Blinky. They were okay, but while you tried to remind yourself of these facts your thoughts always spiraled back to your brother.

“Master Jim will be fine,” Blinky reassured, but you could hear the wobble in his voice, he was close to falling apart.

“Yeah,” Toby said optimistically, “The amulet still belongs to Jim and we can just cover for him while he’s gone. It’s just like he is on a quick mission to the darklands.”

It sounded like Toby was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince you.

Claire sniffed, “Yes, Jim will get my brother back and we will do the best we can to help him.”

“That sounds like a great plan guys. We can talk more about it tomorrow, I-I just need a moment.”

You broke away from the hug and began running. You didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t go home, your mom would be home and what were you supposed to tell her? Yes, Jim was technically alive, but he was gone and if you were being honest with yourself you were terrified that he wasn’t strong enough to return.

Your emotions were changing with every minute. One second you were angry at Jim for leaving you and the next you were terrified that he wouldn’t make it back.

Everything hurt so you just ran, letting your feet carry you to wherever. You ran for what felt like minutes, but it was probably a lot longer before you found yourself exhausted in front of Douxie’s bookshop.

You were sure you looked like a mess, but you went inside anyways. What did it matter if you looked like a banshee?

“I’ll be with you in a minute!” Douxie called from upstairs and you collapsed on a chair. Archie looked at you quizzically before hopping into your lap and nuzzling you.

Normally you would have smiled at the gesture from the cat, especially after spending so much time with him and noticing how he didn’t really care for any of the shop’s other visitors. However, today you just didn’t have the energy to smile, you didn’t have any more energy.

You had fought and killed someone which was horrible and said troll had killed a good friend of yours, causing your brother to go on a dangerous mission, alone, to the most dangerous place in the world. Today was definitely not your day.

Footsteps hopped down the stairs and you heard Douxie’s voice say, “How may I hel—Y/n?! Are you alright?”

You sniffed. “I just lost...a friend and I couldn’t go home.”

Douxie pulled you to your feet and hugged you. “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

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Goodness, that was a lot of angst and it’s a crazy long chapter, 4,016 Words. I’m sorryish. I’m also sorry for the sad chapter, but it ‘twas necessary. Happy chapters will come soon, though I don't know when. Anyways, thank y'all so much for all the wonderful feedback, it makes my day when I see it. So have a safe and happy day/night. :)

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fleechin · 4 years ago

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Separatory Funnel

Here’s my 2020 Portal Secret Santa for @artistyutaki, she offered a few prompts but one that I thought was interesting was Chell and GLaDOS/PotatOS hiding from Wheatley in the later chapters of Portal 2. I thought I might as well tie it into some of Chell’s thoughts about the ordeal, while also showing what Wheatley’s up to. I also noticed she was interested in the idea of computer gore, with plates and cables all over the place, so I tried to incorporate a bit of that in as well. I also threw in a tiny nod to Mel and Blue Sky since she mentioned she’s a Blue Sky fan. So this ended up being longer than I thought, and it’s my first time writing a proper fanfic of sorts, but I really hope you like this! I had a great time making it!

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This was not the best place to be in right now.

Not that it ever was down here, but where Chell was at this exact moment was especially not great. She didn’t complain though, it could always get worse. Actually, it usually did get worse, especially right about when she would wonder if it ever could. Perhaps it was best not to ask that question right about now. Sure, she had just fallen from a deactivated funnel and landed in a dark office whose only door was blocked by overturned desks, monitors, and furniture, which happened to be heavy enough that it’d be a pain in the back to move but for whatever reason the Portal Gun didn’t want to pick up. On the bright side, at least she didn’t fall all the way back down to the 1950s again.

Realistically though, knowing Aperture, it was bound to get worse no matter what she did. If even superstition was anywhere near reliable at this point, it would have been an improvement compared to everything else in this insane complex that somehow had only gotten stranger and more… alien-like, almost, after its founder had died of moon rock poisoning. At least the idea of a set of metal underground spheres laced with asbestos and full of half finished test chambers, the brainchild of a man proudly named Cave, was somewhat navegable. There was an understanding that if one were to see some place and travel far enough in that direction, they would eventually get to that place. If that place moved downwards in freefall, it would be because of the design of the facility, not some sarcastic supercomputer trying to keep her testing while calling her fat.

This bundle of desks, chairs and monitors was somehow all tangled up, with the wires going all over the place. It looked like she would have to either pull the whole thing at once or remove each one separately.

The recordings she heard from Cave Johnson painted a general picture, though they didn’t get awfully specific. But seeing as ground up moon rocks were all the rage down here back in those days, and hearing Cave coughing while ranting about lemons for some reason, it wasn’t difficult for her to figure out exactly how they managed to finally bring down the founder of Aperture. The real surprise? That somehow every other employee at Aperture hadn’t inhaled the stuff and keeled over. It had to have been a possibility, as there was no way that anyone smart enough to work a portal gun would have taken it upon themselves to design any part of this place without being crazy enough to consider the idea.

This table was a lot heavier than it looked. Hopefully she could fold it over. It wasn’t exactly easy to see the parts that let the table fold on itself when it was this dark.

Could she have been one of those scientists? Chell couldn’t remember anything about herself before waking up under Her testing course, however long ago that was, or whether she was actually adopted, like every personality construct in this place seemed to think was a big deal. Any attempt at figuring out how she got down here would have to be based on guesswork. She was a test subject, which made her a likely employee at some point, though if Her insults were anything to go by, she was only a part time employee. Not committed to this job, just doing it on the side to make ends meet.

She finally managed to fold the damn table, and began to drag it out of the way.

At least that meant she wasn’t some Olympian from the 60s who got tricked into going here. Or a homeless person that got plucked off the streets of some town in Upper Michigan all for the promises of $60 at the end. She wasn’t sure how much that would be in today’s money, but wasn’t about to get optimistic. The real downside to it all was that she never would be able to figure it out. She didn’t even know how long it had been other than that it was long enough to concern Wheatley about brain damage, and even if there were information available about her and why she was here to begin with, she didn’t want to go out of her way to find it. Her main goal was getting out of here as quickly as possible, so there was no time for expositional detours.

At most, she could stumble upon her backstory without looking for it. Figuring out what happened to Caroline was enough for one day, or however long it had been since she had last gotten some sleep. Besides, it would probably be a huge letdown anyway. Maybe she really was adopted after her birth parents considered her completely unlikeable even as a baby. Maybe her last name was something boring, like Smith. Or Jones. Maybe her name wasn’t even Chell at all. But hey, at least it wasn’t Cave. Hopefully.

Of course, she could just ask the supercomputer turned potato battery where she came from. Yes, that would be a great idea, confiding in who up until recently was her own worst enemy about a detail that She had constantly made fun of. She definitely wouldn’t take advantage of that fact and tell her all about how little Miss Chell SmithJonesWhatever couldn’t hold a single job until she came here because everyone hated her. They seemed to be on good terms now, but she wasn’t going to risk jinxing herself. Besides, she had a rule. No talking in Aperture. Nothing that any AI said was ever worth a response.

So the lights didn’t work in this room anymore. Phenomenal.

Regardless, even though it still didn’t explain whether she was one of the employees, part time, or otherwise, who might have almost inhaled ground up rocks that cost anywhere from a TV to a house - she wasn’t about to do the math to figure anything more precise than that - it was at least clear that she had made it into Aperture under vaguely legitimate pretenses, and that they considered her smart enough to get her hands on a machine that, in the right hands, could’ve solved the world’s climate crisis by generating free energy. It was damning with faint praise.

Which just so happened to summarize the remarks from her semi edible companion. Not directed at her, for once, rather the situation at hand. Neither one of them were the most frequent of talkers, but She was more willing to comment on the situation. Funny enough, once they happened to agree with each other, Chell could reasonably rely on her as somewhat of a spokesperson.

“After seeing what he's done to my facility, after we take over again, is it alright if I kill him?”

Chell looked over at the glowing yellow circle, the only part of Her she could actually make out in the darkness of the room, and could only shrug her shoulders. Do whatever you want, she would have said. Frankly, as much as the two had been getting along, Chell wasn’t about to act like this was some new found friendship between the two. As far as she was concerned, the facility deserved to explode in a mushroom cloud with a giant blast radius. The bigger the better. If she was lucky, it would kill Her, Wheatley, and every other personality construct. Just as long as she wasn’t there for it.

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Since he was connected to the mainframe, Wheatley had been trying to figure out how to work this new body. Now that his only test subject was missing, admittedly due to a mistake on his part, he could explore further. There had to at least be some way to hack the solution euphoria program. But until then, the next order of business was to redesign his lair to his own liking. Not too bad a job She did, but it didn’t quite have the Wheatley style to it. Needed a bit more work. Namely, getting rid of that stalemate button. No way that could remain.

“Right, so, asking the announcer... voice... guy... didn’t seem to do anything.” He said out loud, “Guess he didn’t quite understand what I was getting at. Hmm, wait a minute, maybe if I go and change this setting, then- Это программное обеспечение повреждено. Удалите его и обратитесь к администратору. Aaaand, nope, still there. Hasn’t even budged a little bit. Guess that didn’t work.”

He then remembered the complexities of hacking the neurotoxin emitters and thought he might start there. “Oh, um hello, Mister button, there.” He said in an accent beyond the rage of any human’s hearing, “I’m a representative of the mechanical parts… association, and we are inviting you to a… convention! Yes, a convention, with all sorts of members, cubes, turrets, even other buttons! And we’d like to invite you! Full expenses paid, shuttle bus straight there to the convention. And there’s going to be a whole panel on buttons! Who knows, they might even have you as a guest speaker! All you have to do is head straight down to the lowest part of the facility! That’s where the bus is! Just head on down there and you’re good to go!”

The button didn’t budge.

“Not one for conventions I guess? Perhaps you’re more of an introverted sort of button. Doesn’t mind being pressed but also fine with staying where he is.”

Wheatley, being the genius he knew he was, figured he ought to look in the old tapes to see what Her old room looked like. Ever since She had been killed, the facility had been in some disarray, of that much Wheatley was well aware. The relaxation center had taken a hit, for sure, and it seemed the rest of the facility was none the better. Wheatley wondered how long it had been, and though he probably could have figured it out, this new interface wasn’t exactly what he would have considered user friendly.

Come to think of it, he could figure out a few things at once by going through the recordings. For one, he could figure out what Her old room looked like and what She had done about this pesky little button. Or more interestingly, how her whole room got destroyed just from being shut down, that was always a mystery there.

All he could find were tapes, and they didn’t seem too promising. Just video feeds of the room, none of which showed if the button was there at all or what she had done with it. Maybe skipping around a bit would work, perhaps it would show something. Nothing so far…

Wait a minute now, here were the tapes of when She was killed. Yes, this was definitely the same test subject all right. Silent as always, she was. Maybe her brain damage was pre-existing.

Well this was concerning. Neither neurotoxin nor the built in rocket turret defense station was enough to even faze her. All that nameless lunatic needed were a couple of seemingly easy portals and in less than the required six minutes She was dead.

If that silent test subject was still alive, she could find any flaw in his lair design and it’d be bye bye Wheatley.

First immediate order of business, no portal surfaces anywhere in the lair. That shouldn’t be too hard, just meant he would have to move some panels around. There, piece of cake, only a few panels detached and falling off. That was probably normal.

“Right, no portal surfaces anywhere. Check that off the list. Ding! Next we can- OW! Great, another panel just went and fell right out of the ceiling. Hit me right in the… to be honest I’m not sure what this part of me even is. Doesn’t really look like it does anything useful. Tell you what, how about I take this part off, don’t really need it do we? Won’t be hurting anymore, I imagine. Here we go, unscrewing… and done!”

The offending plate came off of his right side, pulling down several attached cables right out of their sockets, leaving them to dangle around and coil around the floor like snakes. Snakes that occasionally gave out electrical sparks. That probably existed somewhere in nature. Electric snakes. Maybe unicrons ate them. Wheatley made a mental note to look that up, right after learning how to play cards.

“OK, wow that was actually pretty painful. Guess they don’t simulate any anaesthetic in this thing. Aaand now the lights are flickering on and off. Those are the lights, right? The flashlight doesn’t seem to be helping, so maybe I killed that too. That’s probably normal. Happens sometimes. That’ll probably fix itself.”

In the meantime, he at least had time to see what else was in Her old archives. Maybe there was a guide to fixing whatever was going on. Nope, nothing there. He did find an old security protocol system. Aperture Employee Guardian and Intrusion System, it was called. Interesting, that could help make sure she never got anywhere near his lair. Wait, no, that system was shut down locally. Before She went back online even. Odd, not clear who did that. What else was there… Oh, hang on a minute. The Cooperative Testing Initiative. That sounded useful. Wheatley kept reading.

Yes, these two little bots seemed to be the fix for everything. As soon as he could he had one of each type assembled and sent straight up to his lair.

“Hello! Right, so I understand you guys are built for testing, and what have you. So, I have selected you two to be my next testers. I need a few favors from you two though. See those cables down there? The ones that are kind of sparking there a bit? Those? Yeah, ever since I unhooked those, the lights have been flickering on and off.”

Blue looked at Orange, somewhat confused.

“You guys don’t see it? Wait, it just happened again real quick right there.”

Orange shook its head.

“So that might just be my optic sputtering out then. Yeah, that’s not great. Either way, I need you guys to try and get those back into me so I can see again. Now you might be wondering why I can’t just use those grabbers of mine and do it myself? Turns out, if I ever try to fix myself without someone else to help out, I’ll die. So you guys will have to do it for me.”

They both suddenly appeared nervous, and Blue slowly approached the bundle of wires. They sent out a spark and they both flinched. Upon reaching the wire, Blue picked up the first one, which went back in without a hitch. The second one was still going through the exterior plate that Wheatley had just unscrewed off. Pulling it as hard as possible didn’t work. Orange, annoyed, went up and pushed Blue out of the way, then slowly pulled out the cable and stuck it back in. By now the flickering was still happening, but only in randomly appearing colors.

“Great! OK now just one more to go! Home stretch!”

Orange was ready to pick up the last cable, but Blue, unrelenting, snatched it out of Orange’s grasp, and emphatically plugged it in. And then the flickering stopped.

“You did it! Bingo! Oh, man alive, that’s much better. Aaand now it seems you guys are knocking each other’s heads out of their… socket, things, whatever they’re called. Not really getting anything productive out of that, besides I kinda need you guys for something else.”

Neither Blue nor Orange were hearing it though. Once they had decided to play the classic game of Knock the Other Bot’s Head Off, there was little that could stop the competition. For personality constructs designed to get along, they did this a lot.

“Ahem, knock knock, anybody there?!”

It was getting heated. Now Blue was running around with Orange’s head, Orange’s body trying to chase after it but only managing to flail around miserably due to lack of eyes.

“ENOUGH!”

Wheatley hadn’t had an outburst like that in a while. It was a little easier when his only test subject and her potato weren’t driving him up the wall smashing his monitors and not giving him the relief when he wanted it. But the lack of test solution euphoria was starting to make its presence known once more, and it made him impatient as ever. Both bots stopped to look over, then Orange snatched its head and put it back on, glancing angrily at Blue.

“You know, there are bots in orphanages that don't even have heads to steal. Maybe think about how lucky you two are and stop fiddling around like that, yeah?”

They both looked at each other, shrugged the mechanical equivalent of their shoulders and gave each other a quick hug. Wheatley didn’t understand how they could forgive each other so quickly, but he wasn't about to object.

“Right, so, what I need you guys to do is see if we can find any neurotoxin reserves. Ever since I hacked the main factory, genius, I know; we haven’t had any neurotoxin to dispense. So I’m building you a testing course that should lead to where the neurotoxin facility was to see if you can find any clues. Alright, Go team!”

Several panels cleared out of the way to reveal two elevators facing each other, one blue and one orange. The bots looked at each other before taking off and heading to the disassembly machines. In less than a minute they had reached the first test, a simple introductory course with a laser and a redirection cube. And no test of Wheatley’s would be complete without his signature, the word TEST written in lights on the wall.

These two were smart enough to have figured out how to solve it rather quickly, and Wheatley immediately felt the rush of solution euphoria. Whether it was the amount of time since he had last felt it or because he was testing new subjects, this felt much better than the last few tests he had gotten his other subject to try. Now he could focus on the text task, seeing if there was a trap he could build, just in case those two weren’t dead. Getting rid of the button would have to wait. Maybe if they found some turrets or explosives to keep anyone from reaching it, that could work as a solution. For a little while at least.

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Having cleared out all the tables, chairs, and any other debris lying around in what was once an office, Chell could finally get through to the other side and out the door. And the potato on her gun had done a great job at keeping her company.

“Oh good, now we can get going again. Maybe we can find a way out of here.”

Chell picked up the portal gun and made her way out of the office. To her disappointment, the walkway just led down to the entryway to another test.

“Great, it looks like we’ll need to keep testing a little while longer. And I’m not sure we have that much more time left. Look on the bright side though. Maybe we’ll get to see more of that moron’s inventions. Maybe he’s gotten so desperate he’ll have tried to fuse a turret with a redirection cube and give it laser eyes.”

Chell couldn’t help but smile a bit at that. She resented that Wheatley had become like this, and somewhat missed him in a way, but it was nice to occasionally poke fun at his less than amazing intelligence.

“If a defective turret and a pile of trash had a baby, he would make an excellent pet for that baby.”

Chell’s smile grew slightly bigger and she chuckled silently. It was kind of nice to hear Her jokes while not also being the recipient. The classic insults thrown her way, that she was fat, adopted, unlikeable; those didn’t work on her at all. But they were at least well crafted, almost stand-up quality, though she never would have admitted that. Despite being a murderous former supercomputer with zero conscience up until this point, she did have a bit of a knack for humor. Chell would at least miss that when she left this place.

This was the end of the walkway, and Chell jumped down; her testing break was over. It was going to get tough before she finally did make it out of here.

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numbertale · 4 years ago

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NUMBERTALE

[ESPAÑOL]

What is it really?

This Au was supposed to be a pacifist. Due to a near cataclysmic event that happened in this universe it is difficult to know exactly what caused its disappearance.

The only witness capable of explaining the cause of this self-erasing Au is his Sans, although he does not remember it due to fainting, apparently the impact erased something important.

He said that his name was never Sans, that it was a nickname, he calls himself Eight, one of the 12 ... What does it mean that he belongs to the 12?

If you ask who is narrating this, it is said by a friend of Eight, Jackson, I can not say that AU came from since it would be Spoiler my friend.

All this my enigmatic friend told me.

Now the boss give details that I can not say since I have no knowledge of this.

Basic information

Eight/ Sans

Name: Eight Age: 28, currently 31

Height: 1.58 (skeleton) 1.68 (Human)

Weight: 54 kg (skeleton) 64 kg (Human)

Species: Skeleton

Favorite Food: Sushi / Apples

Personality

At first he was a jovial, sociable, relaxed and not very serious sans, after witnessing the cataclysm that ended up destroying his universe.

He became calm, serious and more reserved, apart from showing things seriously, he shows to be constantly alert.

They have a great distrust of those around them, especially the Charas.

He does not feel a feeling of greatness of his achievements to save others, only satisfaction of doing the right thing, he does his best not to be so visible to the rest of Sans and other people in the multiverse.

He prefers to do what he considers to be work in the shadows and anonymously.

Ah, unlike the original Sans, he hates jokes and jokes. Ketchup does not like. Apart from being someone quite active and competent.

He has a taste for board games, especially dominoes.

It is more accessible with children and the elderly.

He likes cats and dogs.

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Appearance

Skeleton

Human

Character / Background

After being in the vacuum of his AU, he was found by Core Frisk, since it took him to the Omega line, he was for a while learning to handle his new magic, one day he decided to leave it to start a trip to know better the multiverse.

In one of his trips he meets Horror Sans, who wants to kill him, to his bad luck he was transformed into a human so Horror wanted to devour him. When trying to defend himself, he discovers that he can make two types of weapons appear, which he called Aoi Shio and Nigai Orenji. Inadvertently he opened a portal that led him to Underswap, managing to escape Horror.

He was a prisoner for Berry for a few minutes until he returned to normal to the surprise of Swap Papyrus and Berry, who did not finish asking him questions. After taking him to undyne to do some studies, Berry introduces him to another Sans named Jackson. At first he did not like me as he kept making several bad jokes.

In an unexpected moment, screams are heard from Grillby's, everyone is on their way until they manage to see that the cause is another sans but very different, it was Killer, Papyrus and Jackson began to fight against that Sans, Berry helped evacuate to the area together with other monsters.

Eight froze, recalling the cataclysm again, her thoughts being interrupted by Papyrus and Jackson. Killer had Berry who was about to kill him. Papyrus managed to save him but suffered a stab in the shoulder.

Jackson made Killer back down as well as give him a fight, Eight when seeing such an act made his yellow weapon (Nigai) appear and attacked Killer, gave him some battle, Jackson and Eight joined forces and managed to expel Killer through a portal.

Eight ended up fainting. After a few minutes he woke up at Undyne's house, where Berry, Papyrus, and Jackson were. Jackson told her that Undyne did some studies for her that she has 2 human souls apart from only having half a monster soul, she believes this is the reason why she transforms into a human.

Jackson tells him about the existence of Sans in the multiverse who are equal to Killer, who come to an AU either to eliminate it or simply make its inhabitants suffer.

Due to this experience, in addition to learning about the existence of these Sans, Eight makes the decision to become an anonymous vigilante protector of the Au.

Weapons / Skills

To fight and defend himself, he most frequently uses his weapons which are the Aoi Shio and Nigai Orenji, better known as the Shio sword and the Nigai spear.

He rarely uses his blue magic and bone summoning

The only thing he cannot use frequently in battle is his Gaster Blaster

When wearing them for a long time, if you exceed the time limit, the wound on your left eye begins to expand. If that happens, he loses control like sanity and becomes a bloodthirsty killer.

Not being able to use 89% of his powers like other sans this limits him and gives him a slight disadvantage.

He specialized in hand-to-hand combat.

He manages his two weapons to perfection, and creates his own traps.

One of the abilities he has is that he can transform into a human temporarily, although this is something that he cannot control of his own free will, since he does not know for sure when he will become a human.

The transformation has caused problems such as the occasion that Horror wanted to devour him. Having been kidnapped and another for scaring a town.

The only way he can tell when he will turn human is when the unhealed wound in his left eye begins to ache.

Undyne of Underswap believes that this is due to Eight not possessing in its entirety his monster soul, the two human souls that are united to his soul cause the transformation. Although he does not know why they cause the pain in his eye.

Relations

Jackson became a great friend to him, although he is constantly annoyed by someone he can trust.

With Core he had little problems but he gets along well with her. The Omega line is a temporary home for him.

He doesn't know many in the Multiverse as he prefers to be someone anonymous. The times when he interacts, he is a bit ostile but he becomes understanding and calm.

Curiosities

The only friendship he has made are with Berry, Jackson and Core Frisk.

When he loses control he claims to be someone named "A", belonging to the 12.

He has a journal in which he writes information on other Auses and Sans, apart from containing some of his Au's history along with his first days in the void after his Au disappeared. The diary was a birthday present from his Papyrus and his Frisk.

He was unaware of Ink's existence until he accidentally ran into it in a battle with Error.

The name of their weapons are in Japanese, translated into Spanish are Blue Tide (Aoi Shio) and Bitter Orange (Nigai Orenji).

His Gaster Blasters somehow have a conscience of his own, since they sometimes give him advice when it comes to fights. Each Gaster Blaster has different features, one is yellow with a scar on his left eye just like Eight's, the other is light blue with no scar.

His taste for sushi and oriental food came from a visit to an Au who was set in feudal Japan.

He is a somewhat lonely Sans and is rarely accompanied by any other Sans, other than Jackson

He does not consider himself a hero as such, despite being calm and preferring to resolve things through dialogue. He will not hesitate to kill whoever disturbs the peace in the Aus. As in a case in which he traveled to Underfell, where he ended up killing two monsters that he considered dangerous.

The only parallel version of them is its Fell version called Tooc, it does not have a Swap version.

When redesigning the character, his personality and attitudes are inspired by the Quiverwing Duck character. While its design is inspired by Cross Sans.

I needed to clarify a few things to the new Eight, since I did not think I was creating a more complex story for him.

It is the only information I will give so far.

This Au believes it as of 2017. I don't remember the exact date.

The comics of this Sans I left them suspended due to my dedication to other projects. But it still stands to continue the comics.

COMICS NUMBERTALE / SYNOPSIS

OTHER CURIOSITIES

SPIN-OFF/ DARK MEMORIES

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ash-etherwood · 4 years ago

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Top 5: writing memories, songs, characters that are not blank rune, runes, food

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Linda I love you but are you trying to kill me … that’s so many Top 5’s! But alright, I’ll do my best! (Answers will probably switch between German and English RIP to every non-German-speaker who follows me and wants to read this for some reason I swear I’m normal)

WRITING MEMORIES

5.) The entire time I spent finishing my first (second?) longer writing project It was the year 2012 and it was a cyberpunk story about my friends’ and my edgy self inserts riding dinosaurs, fighting aliens and being badass. The plot twist in the end was that my character was secretly evil and wanted to kill everyone. (Things to show your therapist) The final boss fight made zero sense and also everything was incredibly weird and stupid. But sometimes I still think about those times when I sat in my grandma’s living room at night, eating chips and listening to Vocaloid covers while thinking this story was the coolest shit ever. Truly simpler times.

4.) Researching something about universities in Texas for OvF on a rainy Saturday afternoon I have no idea why this memory is still sticking with me to this day (I think it was around 2016 or something?), but I remember that it was just a really nice day and I felt really at peace at that moment?

3.) The entire writing process of Bathroom Blues It was such a spontaneous project and I still have no idea how I managed to power though it in just a little under two months! Also it was just incredibly fun seeing you getting excited over new drafts and I loved coming up with new plot points and Halloween costumes for everyone with you. :-D Truly a summer worth remembering.

2.) FINALLY uploading the prologue and intro chapter of WWBL Not really a writing memory, but that moment was … so sexy and magical. Seriously, you have no idea how long I had been waiting to finally start that story, waiting for the Steckbriefe to roll in and see people react to the prologue and generally the idea … I even made one of those countdown graphic thingies for the designated upload date! 8D At that point I had planned that story for about six months and just … yeah, that felt powerful to me.

1.) Writing the prologue for WWBL When I first started the draft for that prologue I was sitting at the window in my favourite hotel in Winterberg, Sauerland, wore my dark green flannel, had the window wide open breathing in the cool mountain air and allowed myself to listen to my WWBL playlist for the very first time. God, that felt so amazing. I even have a photo of it (which somehow makes it look like I have the biggest football shoulders in the universe) my sister took that night. God I miss Sauerland. )’:

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SONGS

My apologies to every favourite song of mine that I forgot about, I have a whole playlist of them, but I think these are some of my oldest faves … (Honorable mentions for Don’t Mess With Me and Not That Big by Temposhark, Goodbye by Apparat, Me And The Devil by Soap&Skin, Heart Heart Head by Meg Myers, Pain and Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace, Beautiful Crime by Tamer, Gravity Of Love by Enigma, In Flames by Digital Daggers [thanks Phi u_u] and Murder Cries by Snow Ghosts AHHH FUCK IT I could’ve just made a playlist,,,)

5.) Vater Unser by E Nomine Starting off with some weird shit, won’t we? I’ve been in love with this song since fifth or sixth grade, when I was just starting to develop an actual music taste and although I have many favourite songs by E Nomine, this one has to be my absolute fave. Every time I can relate it to a character it makes me love said character even more. (Also I think about it every time my mom forces me to go to church for Christmas so … yay? I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t even be able to remember the Vater Unser if it wasn’t for this song. 8D)

4.) Wires by The Neighbourhood I think this is the newest all-time fave on this list, I found it in … 2015? Thank you, Youtube AMVs. Yeah man, this one is just … on so many playlists it’s not even funny anymore.

3.) Heathens by Twenty One Pilots An edgelord classic but like … it’s on EVERY playlist of mine. Every single one. It’s just so good. The first time I heard it was on the radio tho, when I was having breakfast with Jessie and I forced her to shazam it because it immediately stuck with me,,,

2.) Imaginary by Evanescence My first Evanescence song ever and the first step towards becoming who I am today I think. This song has like … such a big history for me, man. It single-handedly turned me goth in 2008 and I have never really thanked it for that.

1.) Eternal by Evanescence Might be my favourite song of all time. The number of dramatic RP scenes I have written with this in the background … man. Oh, also this song is the reason for one of my oldest internet nicknames, ‘eternala’, which subsequently shortened into Etschuh and then Tschuh, my main nickname until 2017, when I came out as trans and finally found an actual name for myself I was comfortable with!

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NON BLANK RUNE CHARACTERS

I know this was probably supposed to be about fandom characters but I can literally not come up with a single character right now that I love with a special burning passion and that is not my or one of my friends’ OCs so you’re getting OCs now. u_u And boy do I have a lot of those.

5.) Jackson Tracey from atroCITY (mine) This little piece of shit kept me company for a pretty long time and is still very close to my heart for some reason, although I haven’t drawn him or really thought about him in detail for a while now. My favourite thing is how I only realized what a horrible person he was after I stopped regularly working with him but honestly good for me. 8D His storyline and personality is kinda convoluted and tbh I’m not really sure how much of it is canon anyway (atrc was always a little weird about canon rip) but yeah. He’s an obsessive stalker piece of shit who pities himself way too much and he is also a semi-immortal demigod who likes knives. I hate him but he also helped me a lot with some gender and sexuality stuff so thanks I guess.

4.) Mayoko Imai from Century Riders DXPrototype (Maus’ and mine) Mayoko is a magical girl protagonist with a cool cyborg arm prosthetic and her main character trait was that she was basically a reverse weeaboo, a Japanese girl who was obsessed with American media, culture and comic book heroes! I actually love her concept a lot and she also had a pretty cool character arc in her story (which Maus and I wrote together and actually finished btw!), although it could use a lot more … polishing from today’s point of view. But I love her anyway. She always wanted to do the right thing and be a hero and got broken pretty cruelly and her ending is kinda bittersweet I guess? Ahh there’s just so much nuance to it … anyways, CR3 also stuck with me for a very long time and I enjoyed the time with her a lot. :3 (Her name had a cameo in Another Incident btw heehee)

3.) Tessa *insert extremely long chain of unnecessary first names here* von Lean from Nobody Is Perfect and Infernal Temptation (belongs to one of my old school friends) Tessa is just … a hand full. I love to hate her. She is badly written and developed and just OOZES mentally ill teenage girl’s idealized self-insert power fantasy, but she just … man, she was a big part of one of my most drama-filled high school friendships which I love looking back at so much. Tessa has fucked so many of my characters … good for her tbh! There are actually two versions of her, one is just a ‘normal’ teenage girl and one can shapeshift into a cheetah, but both of them are very close to my heart. I should really adopt and redesign her some day.

2.) Judy Khayat from Original vs. Final (mine) Look, I love all my OvF-characters and every single one of them is special to me in their own way, but Judy is just … the most complex of them all I think? Man, she went through so much … she is actually one of my oldest (semi)-active characters (I created her in 2009) and her latest version is from 2016 but I should really, REALLY revise her again tbh. She has a very complicated backstory that I didn’t handle as carefully as I should have, and anger issues and religious conflict and depression and PTSD and then Vance of all people becomes obsessed with her for no reason and decides to traumatize her even more … yeah. God I really love her but I seriously need to work on her. A LOT. I should also finally rename her tbh … let’s just see where she takes me next.

1.) Okami (I don’t even remember if she has a proper last name rn lol) from Split Realm (mine) Yeah, that bitch is just my favourite OC. She’s also very old, probably from around 2009, and initially was a magical girl with fire powers who I played in an RP with my friend Flauch but boy did she grow up! Holy fuck. Okami is a horrible person but I love her so much. She is so violent and full of anger and pain and sadness and treats everyone around her like shit and she is in love and she is a demon but also apparently the personification of the concept of Chaos but she just wants to be a teenager again and run away with the love of her life and ahhh it’s all so hopeless for her … also she turned out gnc af with time passing and pretty much went through a gender/sexuality crisis in real time with me, her creator, which is always fun. :^D I haven’t drawn her in a while tbh. Should really do that.

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RUNES IN BLANK RUNE

I’m just gonna go with the arcs here, okay? Also this entire answer might look completely different if you asked me again tomorrow, you know how indecisive I am with Blank Rune shit ahha,,,

5.) Jera Look. I know I’m boring and stupid. But I just love Tave and Liam having their disgusting little foreshadowing talk, okay? I can read it over and over. I just love my horrible little shit crime boys. Also Rhy and Phillip are there. (’:

4.) Isa This one is here because it was the first arc I witnessed in real time which gives it a very special place in my heart and it also … hit pretty hard at the time. But having read Fehu it’s become even better now! It’s just such a wonderful, tragic romance between two horrible, ruthless boys and I … I’m not immune to Rhy, sadly. :-/ Just like Phillip.

3.) Wunjo We still haven’t seen everything that leads up to Wunjo yet, but we DO know more than we did initially (wow shocker) and it’s just always a fucking blast. Also, it has the first mention of Ash’s real name … the first Rhy POV (which what the fuck!! I always feel like we had one before but we didn’t!! Wild) and it has crazy blood-soaked murder Tave, my beloved. :///3

2.) Eiwaz You guys have heard me fanboy about Eiwaz so many times already. Eiwaz-OT3 (and Kain) my beloved!!! It’s just SUCH an amazing starting point and there are so, so many things that tie back to it and every time we find out about a new one my heart makes a little jump … und es beginnt von Neuem indeed.

1.) Gebo One of the most painful but also the most beautiful arcs yet in my opinion. It’s been hyped up for so long and boy did it deliver. God, my heart still hurts when I think about that last scene. Also all the dialogue … the golden lines we got … and it’s an arc without Rhy! Crazy!! :-D I just love the relationship between Ash, Astrid and Jakob so much. God fuck I want what they have. Just maybe without the murder suicide,,,

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FOOD

5.) Diese Sonntagsbrötchen wo die Verpackung so plopp macht, wenn man die Folie abzieht Better than normale Brötchen for some reason. Most of the time. See 2.) Look man, I just really love a good breakfast …

4.) Chocolate cupcakes with cream cheese topping One of the first things from a certain baking book I tried when I was getting into baking back in 2019. God they are so tasty. I don’t make them often so I don’t get used to them too much and eating them still feels special but ahhhh I love them so much!

3.) Grünkohl mit Kartoffelbrei und Mettendchen One of my favourite things about autumn/winter and one of my biggest comfort foods. God I love this shit so much. I just put … mountains of Grünkohl and Kartoffelbrei on my plate every time and I will just warm it up for four days straight until there’s no more left. It turns me into a fucking caveman. I’m not even big on eating meat but … yeah. Everything is different when there’s Grünkohl.

2.) Normales Brötchen mit Butter und Scheibenkäse aber ich bin beim Frühstücksbuffet im Hotel Oddly specific but that’s just how it is. Sorry. Nichts geht über Brötchen mit Käse.

1.) Chilli-Knoblauch-Nudelauflauf My beloved. My comfort food. I eat it literally every second day. At least one hour in the kitchen every time. Fresh ingredients. My only vegetable intake. And I’ve been doing that for three years. I just love it so much, man. I cook it for everyone who visits me. Chilli-Knoblauch-Auflauf cured my depression.

#ask #crimsondaisy #2.4k works of me talking about myself under the cut rip #thank you tho!!!

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soyouareandrewdobson · 4 years ago

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Alex ze Pirate Mini Review 5: Why I love One Piece and my final verdict

(Warning. Post contains initial geek out about One Piece that is meant to correlate to my opinion on Alex in general)

When I started this series of posts, one thing I asked myself was, how could I sum up my problems with the Sam story while also tackling some general issues with AzP without redundantly repeating major points of my previous posts.

… So I decided instead of giving a straight answer, I would first tell you how I came to fall in love with One Piece.

Around 14+ years ago, I began reading manga, with works such as Ranma 1/2, Pokemon and Dragon Ball being my starting point. You know, the average stuff everyone had read at some point. One Piece, already back then consisting of over 25+ volumes, was only something a friend started to lend me and I read the first seven volumes, not really quite getting why it was that popular. I did not hate what I read, but there was nothing outright standing out to me the way the story was told that got to me. And then I hit the Arlong arc with volume 8 and onwards. While it was mostly the adventure of Luffy with his crew against Crocodile and his Baroque Corporation that totally sold me on the manga later on, the Arlong arc was what really got my attention. Seeing the character of Nami betray her friends, pieces of worldbuilding that would years later play a role and so much more, made me curious where things were going. Particularly, why Nami would betray Luffy. And when I reached chapter 77 to 81, where I got to read Nami’s backstory, how Arlong killed her adoptive mother in front of her eyes when she was just a little kid and Luffy declaring he was going to help her and her village, I was hooked. This was the first time in my life as a manga reader, I was not just entertained, I was emotionally invested. Because not only was Nami’s backstory genuinely saddening to me, but seeing Luffy determined to help her and the ensuing battles was exciting. Exciting because it truly showed to me, how awesome of a character this goofball with stretching powers really is. Not because he was physically strong, but because he was willing to do all of that for someone just “because” he considers that person a friend. Seeing Luffy not just beat up Arlong, but destroying everything this bastard had build on the suffering of the village and in doing so setting Nami free of the past that haunted her, because he cared for her as a person not in a romantic but platonic manner, was satisfying on so many levels.

And ever since then Eiichiro Oda proved to me time and time again, even if he hits a bump in the road (seriously, fuck most of the Fishmen Island arc) he knows how to write a world that doesn’t just manage to be cartoonishly entertaining, but also filled with heartfelt moments, where true heroism is not defined just by physical strength, but the willingness of the main characters to help and care for each other and the people they meet across the journey. There are many stories out there where the power of friendship as a virtue, and the virtues it is build on are a theme. But in the world of shonen manga, One Piece for me is still the top.

And Andrew Dobson’s Alex ze Pirate is the complete antithesis to everything Oda EVER created in One Piece.

While One Piece has one of the most complex worlds I have ever seen in fiction, with Oda often times setting building stones for future story arcs years in advance (seriously, the thing with Brook and Laboon alone is worth mentioning) , Dobson can’t even bother to properly tell us in what part of the ocean Alex has her adventure or why there is a beaver dog thing walking around a bunch of humans.

While One Piece has some gorgeous artwork and unique designs with an insane level of cartoonish detail, Dobson has some very generic designs and draws like a 15 year old girl that read Spirou and manga too much and now starts doing scribble artwork.

While Oda draws chapters for over 20 years now, Dobson could not even bother to finish up the adventure of the crew getting properly together back in 2004, as only one volume was released.

While One piece tells a story that defines the shonen genre for over a decade, Dobson tells stupid newspaper strip jokes that are not even interconnected much.

While Oda’s Strawhats are the embodiment of the word nakama, Dobson’s characters only bring the following old saying to mind:

With friends like this, who needs enemies?

Bottom line, Alex ze Pirate is absolute garbage as a work of entertainment, particularly in the world of kids entertainment. It was so already long before Dobson wrote the three part story I reviewed in detail, but this story in my opinion was for anyone with a bit of brains the last nail in the coffin. Cause overall, this was likely Dobson’s last chance in his and the eyes of the readers.

The last chance, because he was going to put all his talent as a writer and artist into this one story to prove his critics wrong; That he could tell an engaging and emotionally fulfilling story in a multi part story, longer than his 15 pagers. But like with everything else I have seen so far, he failed.

He failed artistically, because damn does this not look even remotely professional compared to other professionally published work or even other silly webcomics like Cludscratcher or Housepets (which I highly recommend you to read).

He failed as a storywriter, because instead of emotionally engaging and well paced, this shit is rushed, works more on “tell, don’t show” than anything else and really just magnifies the worst aspects of his characters and Dobson’s mean spirited humor in general. Cause this is not a tale where we feel like Sam genuinely has found a family and friends in Alex and her crew. It is the tale of Sam just accepting that he has nothing better going on in his life.

He failed, because instead of actually putting care, effort and love for his characters and work into this, he likely just wanted to get it out and hope that just because he “put effort” into this more than usual, he would already get praise by default.

And once this thing was out, all that happened was the following: Even more people realized what kind of hack he is, that this project was not going to be salvaged even if actual stories instead of strip based jokes are told and he misinterpreted the disinterest as reason to just completely give up, instead of trying harder.

And as a result, even if Dobson still went on to do shitty redesigns and a few more pages for it, Alex ze Pirate soon after ended. Put into everlasting hiatus, where it joins such work as Pilote Candidate or Frank Millers All Star Batman and Robin.

Dobson, if you ever read this, let me just say it how it is: You failing to make even the most basic story about people appreciating their friends, particularly when within the last decade there has been an entire fandom of manchildren out there that was build on a show with “Friendship is Magic” in the title, just shows how bad of a storyteller and creator you are. You shouldn’t have gone to college in order to become an animator, you should have joined fanfiction.net in order to get some basic understanding on how to even write. Cause your writing is so bad, it makes fanfiction look genuinely complex and thoughtful. Well that and you should perhaps go out and find genuinely friends and not just online supporters that mistake you for some persecuted innocent artist, when in reality you are just a toxic idiot who attempts to manipulate people so he can profit of them and their fleeting interest in his substandard comics based on the lowest common denominator cartoons.

I wrap this review up. We will revisit Alex one day again, but for now, I just want to focus on something more positive. So within the next weeks, if I post something, I will try to make it focused on something NOT Dobson related. You know, stuff to genuinely enjoy. Till then, I just want to say thank you. Thank you @hypocricyofandrewdobson for reblogging my entries. Thank you to everyone who liked this, reblogged this or started to follow me because of it. I hope I managed to educate and entertain you all in a positive manner, without making myself come off too much like an assholish nerd with too many interests. Stay safe.

And hey, if any of you has his own two cents on Sam, Alex or the others, even ideas how to make them genuinely better, I am always open.

See ya.

#andrew dobson #syac #so you are a cartoonist #one piece #webcomic #comics #western animation #tom preston #adobsonartwork

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radiantresplendence · 5 years ago

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The Case for Blue Mage Naminé

So, I was talking with @acclerated-railgun the other day and the topic of Naminé as a playable character or party member in Kingdom Hearts games post-KH3 came up, specifically in the context of what role she would fill. A classic Black or White Mage, as well as a Red Mage role were quickly put out as possibilities, but I landed in a much more interesting place after some thought: The Blue Mage.

Consider a typical Blue Mage (using the official art from FFXIV for reference)...

Nobodies in Kingdom Hearts are based off of Final Fantasy character classes; it would stand to reason that Naminé would be no different. However, I think that the role a Blue Mage could fill would fit her character as well as a role that the characters thus far in the series are missing. In other words, it would ensure that Naminé maintains her motif of of quirks that set her apart from the rest of the cast without alienating herself as well as providing unique boons useful to the player or players.

At its simplest, a Blue Mage is a wizard who specializes in replicating the otherwise exclusive arts that bosses or monsters can use. Most often, it’s called the Blue Mage, but occasionally the Final Fantasy series calls it something different like the Gun Mage or the Bravely games’ Vampire or Catmancer jobs. Either way, even if less prevalent than its red cousin, it’s still a classically-recurring class in the series.

This fits Naminé due to her status as a “Special Nobody” and a “witch with power over Sora's memories and those around him.” Essentially, she’s all but guaranteed to have potent spellcasting abilities and she’s a unique specimen of the monsters of nothingness that make up a significant portion of the series’ enemies and bosses. Naminé having the ability to utilize the moves of some of her Nobody kin as well as possibly those of some of the other monsters in the setting shouldn’t be out of the question, as fundamentally she is one of those monsters, and an exceptional specimen among exceptional specimens of those creatures at that. After all, she is the Nobody of a Princess of Heart, something which shouldn’t normally be possible on top of being limited in the number of original selves who can even fit that criteria, not to mention the fact that she is a greater Nobody, able to keep a human form while most of her kind just turn into monsters subservient to their greater kin.

Keeping in line with her unique memory witchcraft, a Blue Mage Naminé would have normally unique spells like White Wind for healing instead of a more typical Cure and Flamethrower instead of Fire. She could also use the Blue Mage’s Learn ability to replicate special (but not ultimate or desperation) moves from bosses or some of the other characters in the game. For example, she could learn Meteorain from Cloud, but not Omnislash or Riku’s multi-Dark Firaga move that he uses in KH2 and KH3. A more standard enemy attack that she could possibly make frequent use of would be Xemnas’s thorns of nothingness that he fires as projectiles. Think of them operating as a ranged basic attack, kind of like a slower-rate, piercing variant of arrowguns with a combo finisher that spawns multiple lines of thorns around whatever she’s targeting which collapse onto the target in an attempt to juggle it into the air or something. Or you could give her a keyblade, but I personally find that a little less appealing. Protect smile, keep best witch unique. (Maybe instead of a weapon have her equip different art sets that changes her mood and thus the manifestation of her powers. It’s a good idea, if a bit of an afterthought that I had while writing this.)

From a more general gameplay perspective, give her spells that inflict some of the weirder status effects that the series uses inconsistently, like blind, sleep, stunned, burned, poisoned, etc. Damage over time effects could scale based on percent of a full health bar and her level instead of base stats to keep her competitive casually, and the damage over time would function well in level 1 higher difficulty runs. (For example, a flamethrower spell would deal fire damage based on her magic stat and then burn for 1+[her level divided by 10] percent of a health bar rounded up per tick for so many seconds. Obviously this could be further refined, but a level 99 Naminé’s damage over time from a spell could chunk pretty considerably while a level 1 Naminé would be incentivized to keep her effect up at all times, because each instance would be like a quarter of a health bar or more in exchange for 1 spell.)

To make her healing distinct as well, maybe give her a spell that provides slow healing over time like cura did in 358 Days/2 that could also provide temporary immunity to status conditions, with a possible downside being that she lacks something like a curaga that can revive downed allies and restore everyone to full HP in one spell. Or limit her healing to a more standard White Wind for multi target healing and status condition removal and Angel Whisper that gives moderate single target healing plus a temporary protection against dying like a Kupo Coin or raises a downed target with half health. White Wind could require a channel to cast and Angel Whisper could require being very close to the target for balancing as well as appropriate flavor.

Now for the important bit, the redesign.

Naminé has had the same design since her introduction: largely plain white dress, patterned trim at the hem and sandals. I think, to a point, her look is iconic, but does need an update. To emphasize her status as Blue Mage and connection to water, I would give her dress some baby blue trim, possibly with a gradient from white to blue. I’ve noticed that there aren’t many girls in the series wearing stockings, despite being a clearly anime-inspired game, so I’d consider a pair that is light grey or off-white to show that she originated as a creature of nothingness rather than light or dark. I’d give her grey boots to coincide with most of the other girls in the series having boots or moving from shoes to boots as the series progresses.

I would also give her a blue jacket with black lining that she wears open, giving her more going on in the torso of her design to balance out the additions that I made to the lower part of her outfit. The goal would be to have the contrast between the black lining of the coat and the white of her dress catch the attention of the player. The general gradient of the outfit would go from bold and dynamic contrast up top to a more subtle color transition at the bottom. Generally speaking I’d aim to transition her image color from “white” to “white and blue” while making her design pop a little more.

For design changes of her head, I’d give her slightly longer hair and a bit more mature facial structure. Its been a year between the end of KH3 and Limitcut Episode, and she’s a teenager growing up in a RPG, so she’s grown out her hair with the intention of distancing her look from that reminiscent of Kairi. She is a different person from her original self after all and her look should assert that. Where Kairi’s KH3 look is over-the-top cute with a hint of a tomboyish aftertaste, I’d like Naminé‘s to be more distinctly feminine and cool with a conventionally Square Enix flavor. If more Kingdom Hearts characters wore hats, I’d even top it off with a navy blue witch’s hat. I go back and forth on that though, so maybe just in certain worlds conducive to headwear like Pirates of the Caribbean and Halloween Town. The series designs since KH1 have always had a bit of an overdesigned flavor, so I hope I mostly channeled that.

Anyways... Naminé should really be a Blue Mage. I think it’d work really well and I really think that after how much of an afterthought she was in KH3 that she gets a little more respect in future games. Also I’d really like her to be a party member. It’d be really nice to see her actually be a member of the group with her friends in more than just the game’s ending cutscene.

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts 3 #kingdom hearts remind #naminé #thank naminé #namine #blue mage #thank namine #kingdom hearts chain of memories #final fantasy #keyblade #creative writing #not necessarily creative writing but this is how i tag things to keep it organized #disney #pirates of the caribbean #final fantasy xiv #square enix #monster girl

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queen-mischief-fanfiction · 5 years ago

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Trailer #2

An: Okay everyone I think this will be my last trailer redesign but I’ll make this promise if this gets a lot of attention then after I see the new film, which is in a view days, I’m going to do a redesign of the film, I will write the movie like I’ve written these okay.

“Jellicle Cats meet once a year At the Jellicle Ball where we all rejoice And the Jellicle Leader will soon appear And make what is known as the Jellicle Choice

When Old Deuteronomy, just before dawn, through a silence you feel you could cut with a knife Announces the cat who can now be reborn

And come back to a different Jellicle Life For waiting up there is the Heaviside Layer Full of wonders one Jellicle only will see And Jellicles ask because Jellices dare Who will it be? Who will it be?”

A black cat is seen walking through the streets, avoiding cars and rummaging through bins. Bustopher jones stands in front of her “oh my, we better get you cleaned up” he says and the screen fades black.

“Follow me home if you dare to, I wouldn't know where to lead you”

Three knocks are heard and the cat door opens up to a Jennyanydots “oh Bustohoer Jones what a surprise, Jelly and I weren’t expecting you” she says after a small curtesy and Bustopher bowed back “I know but I have an urgent matter about a dirty kitten and this time we will need a bucket of water” he says showing the cat with a streak of white on her cheek. The next shot she’s in the bubbly bath playing with the bubbles, one floats in front of her face and shows Plato’s face before it pops and he wasn’t there. “Sorry I’m late ladies I had a little trouble” duchess says coming inside with Quaxo and Alonzo seeing a clean Victoria with the pink bow “oh whose this darling little queen?”

“Should I take chances when no one took chances on me? So I watch from the dark, wait for my life to start With no beauty in my memory. All that I wanted was to be wanted Too young to wander London streets, alone and haunted Born into nothing At least you have something, something to cling to Visions of dazzling rooms I'll never get let into And the memories were lost long ago But at least you have beautiful ghosts”

*Dame Judi Dench*

“They call me Duchess and it’s now my duty to show you around, now the gentleman that brought you here is my Brother Bustopher Jones,”

*James Barron*

Bustopher is seen sitting on his hat and the toms standing proudly around him, “duchess listen to me it’s not your fault, do not regret a mistake you did not make” he tells his sister “but it is my mistake Bustopher and I must pay for it until she is back in my arms” she says.

“,the Queen’s that cleaned you are Jennyanydots,”

*Susie McKenna*

Jennyanydots is smiling wide finishing her song, “now which one? Oh yes thank you darling, run along now” Jenny thanks her mice friend taking the pink ribbon from his paws before tying it around Victoria’s neck “purrfect like a little queen”.

“,and Jellyorum,”

*Susan Jane Tanner*

Jellyorum pats Gus’s paw affectionately. “Jennyanydots I heard a rumour yesterday” she says “what is it this time sister?” Jenny was so over Jelly’s gossip “Bustopher Jones was seen strutting about town, perhaps he’ll join us tonight for the celebrations”.

“Then we have Munkustrap he’s the next leader,”

*Michael Gruber*

Munkustrap prowls around defensively awaiting an attack on his father behind him, “Everlasting Cat give me strength and sanity to last the Jellicle ball” he prays as his brother watches him bored.

“, his mate Demeter,”

*Aeva May*

Munk And Demeter share a dance with each other. “I wish I can be as strong and brave as you one day” Victoria admires Demeter making her smile and pet the younger queen “Victoria if you were any braver you’d be a lioness, and you are strong not every queen can tame a wild Tom” Demeter says “Plato isn’t wild” Victoria replies and Demeter chuckles “not all Toms are wild on the outside” she says mysteriously.

“Alonzo,”

*Jason Gardiner*

“Woah! Careful there, kittens must always watch where they are going” Alonzo says stopping the kittens from walking into a pollicle area.

“Bombalurina,”

*Rosemarie Ford*

Bomba saunters up to Victoria looking her up and down “little kitten you have a lot to learn about Toms and luckily auntie Deme and Bomba are here to help” she says making Deme smile as she shakes her head at her sister.

“Rum Tum Tugger!!”

*John Partridge*

Cettie squeals moving to sit between his legs and rub herself against him as Victoria and Rumple playfully claw at his legs and he smirks blowing a kiss to Quaxo. “My darling Victoria I have discovered that life’s greatest treasures lie in having a family with the ones you love” Tugger tells Victoria as he looks over his litter of seven kittens, three are red, brown and yellow with a mix of stripes and spots and four are black, white with gold spots and two have similar looking names. “How did we let him talk us into mating with the both of us?” Misto asked Bomba “we love him and all his eccentricities” she answers.

“Then we have Cassandra,”

*Rebecca Parker*

a close up of Cassandra shown dancing. Alonzo holds Cassandra back from Grizabella. “Look at her, she fits in so well with everyone” Cassandra tells Alonzo watching Victoria interact with the kittens, “I know it’s like she’s home” he says.

“,Exotica,”

*Femi Taylor*

Exotica is shown near Deuteronomy during Gus’s song. She is also seen fawning over Tugger. “I wonder who’ll be picked to go tonight?” Exotica asks the other girls “I’m thinking it’ll be gus” Rumpleteazer says “ladies no one but Deuteronomy knows who’ll be chosen tonight, but Gus is a worthy candidate” Cassandra says.

“,Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer,”

*Drew Varley* *Jo Gibb*

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer peak into the house using the cat door before they acrobat their way in. They interrupt Misto’s song by jumping on the piano keys behind him making him jump and hiss at them, “tut tut Quaxo that’s not your story to tell” Jerrie chuckles finding his reaction funny “he’s right, time to let the us troublesome tigers sing our song” Teazer declares before they start singing their song.

“,Tantomile and Coricopat our psychic twins,”

*Kaye Brown* *Tommi Sliiden*

The Psychic twins are seen reacting to an unknown presence in the yard. Tantomile and Corcipat watch Victoria and Misto sharing a secret smile with each other. “Will the yard’s magician make a big show?” Tantomile asks Misto “I believe it will be a sight one must see to believe” Coricopat says.

“,Skimbleshanks,”

*Geoffrey Garratt*

Skimble And Jenny are tap dancing together and skimble twirls Jenny around and they pose finishing their dance in each other’s arms. “I still wonder how our daughter ended up with him?” Skimble says watching Rumple and Jerrie, “if my memory serves me correctly you were just as wild as him in your youth, or did you forget how Rumpleteazer was conceived?” Jenny says smirking at her husband.

“,Gus the theatre cat,”

*Ian McKellen*

Gus is sitting on a hat telling the kittens his stories. Flashbacks of him as Fireforefiddle and Growltiger are shown. “Back in my day you needed to do more than jump through hoops to be talented” Gus chided the kittens “back in your day dad, don’t be silly that was last week on the telly, we were watching an animal talent show” asparagus laughs.

“Asparagus Jnr,��

*Tony Timberlake*

Asparagus And Munk share a look of disbelief as someone asked ‘what’s a Jellicle Cat?’ “Boys please settle down you know how upset Munk gets if everything isn’t perfect” he chided his sons stopping then from their prank, making them groan.

“,our leader Old Deuteronomy,”

*Ken Page as Old Deuteronomy*

Deuteronomy sits down on the tire and he sons come up to bow before nuzzling him. A flashback is shown of a younger Deuteronomy with his sons of varying age with the oldest being Macavity and youngest Tugger. “Deuteronomy do you really believe that she’s out there?” Duchess asks him “all Jellicles find their way home eventually” he says as Grizabella and then Victoria is shown.

“The magical, the marvellous Mr Mistoffelees!”

*Jacob Brent*

Music pauses as Misto And Victoria sit together on a windowsill “what do you really think of Tugger?” She asks him “I think he’s terrible bore,” a shot of Misto winking at Tugger is seen “,he’s my terrible bore” Misto finishes smiling at Victoria.

“,the queen kittens, Etcetera,”

*Jo Bingham*

“Wait! You know Tugger likes Misto then why do you fawn over him?” Victoria asks watching Cettie gussy herself up in the mirror. “Because the more I gush the more Tumblebrutus sees me and one day I’m hoping he’ll take me as his mate when we are older” she says excitedly.

“,Electra,”

*Leah Sue Morland*

“Don’t worry about Cettie I think she was dropped on her head as a kitten” Electra jokes sitting next to Victoria. Electra covers her ears as Cettie squeals loudly “Etcetera for the love of Everlasting Cat shut up!” She screams at her best friend.

“,the youngest Jemima,”

*Veerle Casteleyn*

“You’re very lonely out there, you should stay” Jemima tells Victoria by the entrance of the yard, “How do you know?” “I can feel your sadness as you remember your life, so please for Plato, for duchess, for everyone please stay” Jemima begs grabbing the taller kitten’s paws, Victoria’s ears and tail tilt down “I can’t” a shot of sad Jemima standing alone at the entrance is shown.

“,and the Tom kittens, George,”

*Frank Thompson*

“Is he really a cat?” Victoria says not knowing she could be heard, Bomba slides up behind her “not sure we have a theory going he’s part pollicle” she says watching George smile goofily at Electra and wagging his tail.

“,Tumblebrutus,”

*Fergus Logan*

Tumblebrutus does a double flip and backflip before turning around and seeing Cettie wasn’t watching him. “How the hell can I get her attention if she’s obsessed with Tugger” Tumble rants to his friends “go and say hi” Plato says “that’s easy for you, you are tall dark and mysterious Queens love that plus you have very intense eyes. Meanwhile I’m quirky, flippy and akward especially talking to Queens” Plato groans finding Tumblebrutus’ plans stupid.

“,Pouncival,”

*Karl Morgan*

Pouncival and the other Tom kits are on top of boxes looking at Victoria after her bath, Pouncival leans forward too much and falls off the box landing on his feet as the others laugh at him. “,And please be wary of anyone named” “Macavity!” Demeter screeches as the other cats run and hide, Munkustrap stands tall in front of Macavity, who calmly walks up to him and Tugger who was hiding behind Munk “look at this a family reunion” Macavity says mockingly “leave Macavity there is nothing for you here” Munk states making Macavity cackle “Give me what is mine and there won’t be any cats getting hurt” he threatens and the light turns red as the other cats hiss at Macavity before everything turns black.

*Elaine Paige*

Grizabella is shown crying as she lays on the floor, Deuteronomy watches shedding tears for the queen he can’t help. “Does she really think one night can make 20 years of hurt disappear just because she’s sorry?” Tugger said enraged and Deuteronomy sighs “no but even the worst cat in history feels regret for actions made out of ignorance”.

*Bryn Walters*

Plato stares dreamily at Victoria as she talks with the Queens “fellas Plato has a case of Love at first sight” Tugger tells the toms as they watch Plato, “go on up and tell her how you feel” Tumblebrutus orders.

*Phyllida Crowley Smith*

Victoria gazes at Plato and the Queen’s look on hesitantly “be careful around him” Electra warns her “why he seems like a nice Tom?” Victoria asked as the Queens just go “you’ll find out”.

“Who are you?” Victoria asked Plato as they circle each other in the moonlight, “I’m called Plato, and you?” He asks “I’m Victoria”. “Will it hurt?” Victoria asked as they start dancing together “I don’t wanna lie it will hurt, I can’t stop it but what I will do with your permission is give you the most pleasurable experience in your life” he promises and he drags his claws lightly down her back making her moan.

“And so maybe my home isn't what I had known

What I thought it would be But I feel so alive with these phantoms of night And I know that this life isn't safe, but it's wild and it's free”

Various shots are seen including the kittens all smiling as they dance a chorus line behind Tugger, Munk and Macavity fighting, Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie in their Peke and Pollicle costumes messing up the barking line, and Deuteronomy nuzzling a shiny Mistoffelees. The final shot is Victoria throwing her magic glitter to the camera as Plato holds her up in the center of a circle of mating partners, Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie, Electra And George, Etcetera and Tumblebrutus, Jemima and Pouncival, Misto and Tugger, Demeter and Munk.

*Cats*

#cats the musical #queen-mischief-fanfiction #cats 2019 #Cats 1998 #cats musical #coming to a fanfiction site near you

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mca-attack21 · 5 years ago

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Riverdale: Deadly Definitions 6

Here we go again, I hope you guys are enjoying this series. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Feedback is always appreciated. @l4life

Find the other parts here: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

The next morning Betty came over to apologize to Archie. The two of them walked to school together and were good again. Veronica had decided to call a truce with Cheryl and was also befriending Josie. Jughead had continued to piece clues together about what really happened the night of Jason’s murder.

That day during Lunch, you and Archie decided that you would work on music before school starting the next day. You were both excited and nervous. You 100% would do anything to help Archie no questions asked. But it was undeniably nerve racking for you to share something like this with anyone.

After school, you went to Andrew’s construction and Mr. Andrews explained in better detail what he needed done. You spent the majority of the time just trying to organize everything. Occasionally you would answer the phone, it was all easy enough. Afterwards you had him drop you off at Pop’s where you ran into Jughead.

“Hey, whatcha up to?” you ask.

“Just trying to figure out what Jason was running from”

“I mean if you were a child of the Blossoms, wouldn’t you want to run away too?” you joked.

“Yeah, but why now? What happened to make him choose now to get away?”

“Maybe he wasn’t running away as much as he was running to something” you ponder.

“Maybe. Oh well, I’m done for tonight.” he said as he closed his laptop, “How was your day?”

“Pretty good. How are you and Betty doing?” you wink.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you two look at each other. And how you too have started doing your own investigations.”

“We are just friends.” he answered.

“For now” you replied.

“In that case, what’s going on between you and Archie?” he asked.

“Nothing, I’m just helping him with his music”

“Sure. But just remember what happened between him and his last music tutor” Jug laughed.

“That is so not funny” you chime in smacking his arm.

“I’m just saying.”

“I think he likes Veronica anyways” you reply bringing the conversation back down.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.”

When you snuck back into the school (which is where you have been staying since the Drive-In was shut down), it was around 3 am. You went straight for the music room. As earlier stated, this was both exciting and nerve-racking. You loved music, but you had never performed in front of any of your friends before. So, you sat at the Piano and warmed up with some showtunes. Eventually, you pulled out your songbook, it had been a while since you sat down and just wrote music. You were running through a song that you had written, when you were interrupted.

“Wow, how did I not know that you were this good?” Archie asked.

You were so confused. What was Archie doing here in the middle of the night? But then you looked down at your phone. It was 7:15.

“I was just screwing around. Anyways, I’m going to grab us waters. I’ll be back in a minute.” you answer.

“Okay, I’ll get warmed up,” he smiled as he set his guitar down.

You quickly made your way to the closet where you were staying. You fixed your hair, changed shirts, grabbed some gum, and the two waters before heading back to the music room.

“Sorry that took so long, the vending machine didn’t want to take my money,” you said as you reentered the room, “so Archie, what exactly are you wanting to get out of these sessions?”

“I don’t exactly know. I’d like help taking my lyrics and turning them into actual songs. So I guess I just need feedback, and suggestions.”

“That works for me, let’s hear what you’ve been working on lately.” you smiled.

So then Archie began to play. You just listened, he had an amazing voice and was already so good on guitar. As he finished his first song you were in awe. It was so refreshing to hear someone sing about something that mattered.

“Well, what did you think?” he asked shyly as he set down the guitar.

“It was amazing Arch, it needs to be polished and there are a few lyrics that are off rhythm, but it is so good. You really have a talent for this”

“You really think so?” he asked

“Yes I do. Now do me a favor and sing it again but without the guitar” you say as you hope on the piano. You then proceeded to break down the entire song, and then you played/sang it back to Archie. This allowed him to hear first hand which parts sounded slightly awkward. You started writing down his lyrics and bouncing ideas off each other. Before you knew it, the ten minute warning bell for first period sounded.

“Wow, I can’t believe it’s already time for class. This was amazing Y/n, thank you so much” he said as he stashed his guitar away.

“It’s no problem Archie, I’m glad I can help”

And this was your life now. You spent your mornings with Archie working on his music. You went to school like a normal student. And then you walked to Andrews’ Construction. After organizing all of the paperwork you started working on a promotions campaign. You redesigned the business cards, created a free website and uploaded a portfolio of the various jobs they had completed. You answered the phones and helped Mr. Andrews create pitches that were customized to target the specific jobs. You also organized the work schedule and did anything else that Mr. Andrews needed help with. For him, you were nothing less than a godsend. You had already got them two bids and it had only been a week.

You were at lunch with your friends when Cheryl approached you. “Here. My mother has decided that you are all invited to JayJay’s memorial. Even you losers.” she said towards you and Jughead.

“I get that she is mourning her brother, but does she have to be such a bitch” Veronica said under her breath.

“Agreed” Betty chimed in.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to have to buy something to wear to Thornhill.” you directed to the two of them, “you guys want to go shopping tomorrow?”

“I can’t. My mother is still mad about the whole Archie thing” Betty answered.

“Veronica?”

“You know I’m always down for retail therapy.” she smiled.

So the next day you both went to the mall before you went to work. This was the first time that the two of you were hanging out alone.

“I bet that you saw malls in New York that make this mall look like a dollar store,” you commented.

“That is very true” she laughed.

“So I’m guessing that it is safe to say that you miss it?” you ask as you look through the dresses.

“Parts of it. I miss being a family and I’m not gonna lie the luxury of it all was grand. But I don’t know the people here, while simple, are real. It wasn’t like that in New York” she reminisced.

“What do you think of this one?” you asked holding up a black t-shirt dress.

“It’s okay, but why don’t you try this one on,” she replied, holding up a simple but beautiful black dress. You grabbed it and held it up in front of you. It was perfect. But then you ventured to the price tag.

“It’s great Veronica, but I can’t afford it.” you reply putting it back on the rack.

“Nonsense, it’s my treat. I insist.” she said, “Now go try it on”

As you had learned, you never argue with a Lodge. There is no point, you won’t win. “Are you sure?” you ask.

“Yes, it’s the least I can do after you have extended your friendship to me” she chimed, all but pushing you in the fitting room.

You tried on the dress and were in love. “What do you think?” you asked as you showed Veronica.

“You look amazing. I have done it once again” she laughed.

Next, she forced you to find a pair of heels. Her argument was that it would be a crime to wear such a nice dress with average shoes. On the way up to the cash register Veronica had grabbed some other small things. She placed all of it on the counter and pulled out a card.

“Seriously Veronica, you didn’t have to do that” you said as you got into the car.

“It’s fine Y/n, just consider it an early Birthday present.”

“My birthday isn’t until next month” you laugh, “Seriously though, I owe you one. If there is ever anything you need let me know.”

“Okay, and now moving on. What is between you and Archie?” she asked.

“Nothing, we are just good friends who are working on music together.” you answer.

“Sure. The same way that Betty and Jughead are just friends.”

“I’m serious Veronica, and even if I did have feelings for him, I’m pretty sure he likes someone else.” you add.

“Really? Who?” she asked intrigued.

“I’ll give you a hint. She is new in town.”

“No way. There is no way Archie Andrews has a thing for me.” she said in disbelief.

“He hasn’t explicitly told me so, but still it’s kinda obvious.” you say as the car slows to a stop.

“Do you want me to drop off your bags somewhere?” she asked realizing that she still had no idea where you lived.

“No, I’ll hold on to them. Thanks again Ronnie.”

That night you went to the school and showered. You tried on your dress again, this time with the shoes. You looked through the other bag, Veronica had also bought you a necklace and earrings along with simple make-up palettes and perfume. She was good, you hadn’t even seen her grab half of this stuff and you were right next to her.

The next day you accompanied Mr. Andrews and Archie to the Memorial Service. Archie had decided to give Mrs. Blossom Jason’s old jersey. She was almost in tears over it. Everyone sat down as it was ready to begin. Before Penelope could begin speaking, Cheryl burst in wearing the white outfit she had worn the last time she was Jason. She gave a speech about how she missed him and failed him and then was dragged off by her mother.

And from there things were only going to get worse.

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another-dra-anew · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1: Behind the Scenes!

To celebrate the end of Chapter 1, have some behind the scenes info! From various fun facts, screenshots from my working process, to explanations for how I worked out the trial, and snippets of conversations had with people who have spoilers.

Under the cut, to keep from spoiling anyone!

Fun Facts

-I only thought of the detail regarding Kurokawa fighting back (the spilled brown sugar) as I was writing that post! I just figured it would be nice to add in, and helpful to show later that Kurokawa was attacked in the Dining Hall -The exorcism scene would’ve actually happened, and I did briefly plan it, but I figured it may raise too many death flags, and just didn’t end up working it into my post schedule. Also, Maeda’s pendant he receives from Kurokawa in the prologue is based off of one of my own! -You were supposed to receive a gift from Kurokawa when her body is found, in the post stating that we’ve entered Deadly Life, but I forgot to include it when writing said post... Future gifts will be given when a student dies! For now though, they both get lumped in at the end of Nzo4s post -Speaking of Nzo4, I wonder why they were bleeding that much, and why we don’t seem to have had a casualty out of the thirteen members of current cast!

Post Schedule

Aforementioned briefly in section above, Fun Fact two! I use this minimal post schedule to organize how things will go in order of how many FTEs, Maedas general schedule, when my events are, etc etc! It’s helpful to have that as a reminder, especially when I’m writing Maeda’s selections for where he’ll go! Look at what I had for Chapter 1 at the very end!

Victim + Culprit

In most Beta drafts, Kurokawa actually lived to the end, or at least Chapter 4! Once I had her and Inori set to die in Chapter 1 though, that stayed the same, even as minor revisions were made. Kurokawa was generally set as traitor, or was up to something strange, even taking canon Kisaragis place at one point, while Inori just rotated as I needed her too- she was Chapter 3 killer for a bit though. Chapter 1 was the very first chapter I finalized for who would die, the others continued to shift around some, but once I had this one down the way it is now, I was finished!

Case

Did anyone notice Maeda’s lie that got uncaught? He claimed everyone had given their alibi, and only a few were verifiable- but we never asked Higa or Mekaru about their alibis. There was originally a scene wherein Tsurugi returned to his room, which would help prove his innocence later, as Tomori accompanied him, and didn’t see any guns. I made numerous mini post schedules throughout the trial trying to outline just what I’d do next, but I ended up deviating from all- at one point, you’d have had the first rebuttal showdown against Yamaguchi,

Motive

I figured it’d be fun to put a spin on the typical “Oh noooo, your loved one” motive; the motive was specifically designed to target Inori, as she was while not the one most likely to solve murders, the one most likely to prevent a death, due to her medical skills. Other characters are decent at First-Aid, but Inori stands alone as the sole person equipped to fix, let’s say, a stab to the spine, or to the lung. Here’s the full list of who everyone saw in their videos! Sibling(s): Maeda, Kurokawa, Maki, Uehara, Yamaguchi, Iranami Friend(s): Mekaru, Taira, Parent(s): Otori, Higa, Full family: Tsurugi, Kobashikawa, Tomori, Hatano No one: Inori

Execution Tidbits

The title (Adam of Loving Labor) is inspired by a line from Frankenstein! “I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel.” The original execution concept for Inori involved her operating on herself, being told that if she could save a certain amount of peoples lives, she’d be able to leave, having made up for what she had done, but she’d have to provide her own blood, organs, etc, in order to do it: However, upon removing the needed parts, it’d be revealed that she’d only help create more humanoid Monokumas. After an attempt to run while still extremely weak, she’d die of blood loss, and collapse, before being discarded of in some sort of way, with her corpse left to stay there, no one caring to come get her and mourn, showing how she was truly just disposable (in her view.) My decision to re-include Inori being operated on/having her organs used was really last minute- as I was finishing up her motive video post. For months, it would’ve ended with her dying as patient pushed her, due to wounds she had sustained while operating on him.

Quotes

From when it was thought Tsurugi was dead: “BRUH” “tfw everyone likes the optimism twink more than u so u try and get them all killed by killing him first” minor gore/head/brain trauma tw, in italics, skip whats italicized if that’d trigger you!: “haruhiko stomped on tsurugis head with his boots, thats what caused the wound” “how * stomp* dare * stomp* you * stomp* beat * stomp* teruya * stomp* you * stomp* bitch * stomp stomp stomp*" “haru walkin round the halls with tsurugi brain matter on his gucci boots “ all from one person - “shaFUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK /// AHHHHHH /// TSU!!!!!!!!!! /// FUCK YOU. IVE GENUINELY NEVER BEEN SO CRUSHED BY A CHARACTER DEATH BEFORE When it was discovered he was alive “MY SWEET BOY? HEZ ALIVE” “HE NEEDS HELP BUT IF WE GO WHAT IF HE DIES ALONE WAAA” “i was originally gonna post the "tsu is fucking dead" post and then the investigation post right after it but. decided a few hours of pain is good for the soul”

Misc

I’ll take note of some more of these to include next time, but a line from Tsurugi, vs what it was when I was drafting the post, and didn’t write it out in full: Tsurugi - Hey, can everyone stop for a sec? It’s overwhelming to have that kinda reaction and attention on you, especially when already breaking down. Tsurugi - …Good, good, thank you all! Now, Maeda? You hear me okay? Look at me if you can; you don’t have to make eye contact, just look over here. Versus Tsurugi - maeda. stop being a bitch My favorite characters to write during trial: Inori, Higa, Tomori, Maeda My least favorite characters to write during trial: Tsurugi, Hatano It was nice to explore Inoris dialogue, and how she’d try to subvert the trial to point fingers at someone else, and then setting up the other characters reactions and the like was very fun! I Hate Writing Hatano. I’m stupid and always forget her characterization so she feels bland, and like she doesn’t stand out... I redesigned her some, but right as the trial came to close... Then with Tsurugi, I worried too much about him coming across as a all-knowing character there to save the day.

Screenshots

i actually dont have anymore screenshots whoopsie 3 anywayss be on the lookout for more stuff ™ coming your way soon!

#dra #behind the scenes #dra behind the scenes #spoilers

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parachutingkitten · 5 years ago

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Good Morning, Mr. Borg: Ch 3

Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Sorry it’s been like years and years since I’ve updated! I promise I’ll try to be more consistent from now on. Should be easier now that I’ve drawn up an outline for myself! Also, welcome to Birthday Week everyone! Stay tuned for chapter updates all week long!

Happy Reading!

I didn’t remember waking up. But there I was, staring at the ceiling, my body lying awkwardly against the couch cushions as two familiar voices prattled on in the background. I shifted my weight, trying to sit up. The sofa was the kind that would swallow you as you moved, acting like quicksand as I struggled to get my bearings. Once I had sat up, I began rolling out my right shoulder, looking around the room. I was back in Mr. Borg’s office- He and Cryptor were huddled around his computer while angrily debating something.

“Can’t you tell what it’s doing?”

“I’ve told you! The system can’t see it! Security hasn’t been breached; it says everything is clear!”

It was then that I remembered what had knocked me out in the first place. I lifted my hand, examining my finger. There was still a small puncture wound, but other than that, no trace of anything being wrong.

“What happened?” I asked, interrupting their discussion.

“Ah, sleeping beauty finally awakes from pricking her finger.” Cryptor chuckled, turning to look at me.

“Drew! Are you alright?” Mr. Borg asked, frantically turning around, wheeling himself towards me. “The serum shouldn’t have harmed you. You might feel a bit dizzy though.”

“I’m fine,” I assured him as he reached my side. “But what was that?”

“Just an emergency security measure. Why it activated, we’re still not sure,” He sighed.

“Whatever the reason, it’s now somehow spread to the rest of the tower security.” Cryptor chimed in, still at the computer at the far side of the room.

“What?!” I stood up, surprised to feel my feet touch the floor. My shoes. Where were my shoes?

“We’re stuck in lockdown mode, communication is shot, and the lights have been on and off for the past hour or so,” Cryptor explained.

I found my heels around the corner of the couch, quickly slipping them on as I looked at Mr. Borg. “I didn’t even know we had an elevator security feature like that. Since when has it been installed?”

He smiled. “Oh, it was Pixal’s idea!” Of course it was. “We had it installed just after she left. I guess I just forgot to mention it to you. I never expected to use it.” I stood up, finding my balance again. “I really am sorry dear.”

“It’s alright,” I dismissed it. Thanks a lot, Pixal. Your brilliant security system prevented your replacement from checking security. “We just need to figure out why it happened.” I started walking over towards Cryptor at the main computer. “You’re sure there’s no way to trace whatever’s gotten into the system?”

“Borg was the only one able to access the elevator security specs, none the less able to activate them. Whatever has taken control of the tower is so deep into the system that the tower isn’t even processing any of its changes.” Cryptor scrolled through the security screens, all systems reading normal.

“It’s like it’s invisible,” I marveled. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Mr. Borg sighed, wheeling up to us. “I have.”

“When?” Cryptor asked, both our eyes now glued to him.

Cyrus stared at the screen for a moment, as if looking for other possibilities. “The one thing I know of that behaved like this when it breached the tower’s system… was the Overlord.”

Cryptor and I glanced at each other.

“No… no, this can’t be the Overlord,” I insisted. “There’s no way! We’re done with that! Zane defeated him years ago, even if there was a remnant of him in the system, we would have caught it by now… right?”

“I don’t know,” Cryptor refuted. “If it’s behaving like the Overlord, that means it entered the system the same way the Overlord did. How did the Overlord enter the system again? We built the building on top of his remains!” He stressed. “We haven’t moved the building, we haven’t rebuilt the foundations, we haven’t even expanded! Unless there are some other dead guys we built on top of that we didn’t know about the first time, there aren’t really any other options, are there?”

“Drew has a point though,” Cyrus shook his head. “After that final battle, Pixal and I searched countless times for any trace left of the Overlord. We found nothing.”

“As great of a job I’m sure Pixal did,” Cryptor rolled his eyes. “I don’t see what else it could be. Unless of course you have some secret cemetery under the floorboards you’re not telling me about.”

“No, but we do have a basement,” I reasoned.

“So?” Cryptor pressed.

“So, anything in the basement would technically be at the same level the Overlord was when construction began. If anything were destroyed and left down there, there’s a chance something similar to the Overlord could have happened.”

“Oh no…” Mr. Borg leaned back in his chair.

“What? What’s in the basement?” Cryptor asked.

“...The furnace.”

I could feel my pulse accelerate as a host of possibilities flooded my mind. “The furnace that we’ve used to destroy every piece of malfunctioning tech we’ve ever built?! That’s not to mention a good portion of Overlord era tech as well.” I hung my hands on my head and began pacing the room. “Oh, this is great. This is fantastic! I’m sure none of the failed inventions we’ve burned alive would have any reason to seek revenge on us!”

“So, it could be literally anything?” Cryptor clarified.

“And failed computer code is known for being rational and easy to deal with, right?” I rambled. “You know, at least if it were the Overlord, we would know how to begin to deal with it!”

“Drew, it’s okay.” Mr. Borg tried to calm me. “We’ll figure this out. I’m sure it’s not as bad as we’re making it out to be.”

“Isn’t it?” I asked, putting my hands on my hips. “Because we’re currently trapped, alone, in a hundred story building with one of the best security systems in the world, being controlled by who knows what that has it in for us with no hope of rescue because, may I remind you, there’s a raging freak snow storm going on outside!”

And as if on cue, just then, the lights cut out.

“Great,” Cryptor sighed. “Now we’ve made it mad.”

“Look, if it can cut power to the lights, it can cut power to anything else.” Mr. Borg reasoned. “Let’s use what we have while we still can. I’m going to try some more abstract back door protocols to try and see if we can get back any sort of control. If you two want to look for any notes Pixal left about the security system, digital or otherwise, that would be great.”

“Pixal?” Cryptor asked. “What, she design the security system too?”

“No,” Mr. Borg responded. “But she knew it inside and out. I would trust anything she might have mentioned in the project notes.”

I took a few deep breaths, calming myself down. Yes, this was all crazy, but we didn’t know anything for sure yet, and there was still time to find answers. “Okay, we can do this,” I sighed, making my way over to my desk.

“All hail Pixal, the all-knowing goddess of Borg Tower,” Cryptor mumbled.

I chuckled a bit as he followed me over to my desk. “Stop it.”

“I swear it’s like the hundredth time he’s mentioned her today.”

“He’s coping.” I waved it off, typing in my password. “She was his right hand last time something like this happened. It only makes sense he’d try and lean on her again.”

“I guess,” he shrugged.

“Here, you check the digital security notes, I’ll see if I can find the original paper copies.” I gestured to my computer and opened my desk drawer, pulling a small key out from the back.

“Sounds good.” He sat down, getting his bearings. I walked over to the wall of filing cabinets to my left looking up and down the tiny faded labels for the drawer I was looking for.

“Ticking. Chilled. Sweet. Dispersed. Detached. Floating. Silver. What is this?” Cryptor asked.

“It’s my daily sticky note.” I explained, opening my first suspected drawer.

“What exactly does that mean?” he pried.

“Oh just… words that come to me throughout the day. By the time I leave work I have a sort of mood-of-the-day word cloud.” I pulled out the first file labeled simply ‘plans’. This place really needs a better naming system.

“Huh…” Cryptor thought for a moment before I heard a pen click. “I think you’re missing a few words on here.”

“No, I really don’t think I am.” I turned around to look at him this time, seeing where this was going.

“Oh, it’s okay, I’ll just add them for you here real quick.” He waved it off playfully. “How about handsome stranger.” I found myself suppressing laughs as he continued to write. “I think that one’s extremely accurate, and, you know, important to at least mention. Um… mistakenly drugged. I think that was a pretty big part of your day so far. And then, how about Hijacked. See, it works on two levels because of the whole tower thing, but also... what I’m doing right now,” He smiled coyly.

“Now that you mention it, I do have a few words you could add.” I moved forward, leaning on the side of the desk. “ How about Frustration. Annoyance. Total waste of time. Maybe even Not as clever as he thinks.”

“I don’t know, that last one seems a bit wordy to me.”

“No, I think that one’s the most important one,” I chuckled.

“Oh! Cryptor!” Mr. Borg called from the other side of the room, interrupting us. “Your arm! I’ll finish the redesign on it and maybe we can get it built before anything else goes wrong!”

“You figure out what was wrong with it?” He asked.

“I’m pretty sure it was a problem with the connection rotation, so it shouldn’t take long to fix.” Mr. Borg assured him.

“Let’s do it then,” Cryptor agreed, Mr. Borg quickly returning to his computer to finish the plans.

“He’s really glad you’re here you know,” I told him, my voice a bit hushed. “He was so worried you wouldn’t even come.”

“Well, for what it’s worth,” he smiled. “Even if whatever’s going on in this building ends up killing us… I think I’m still glad I showed up.”

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