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#to clarify#it would be something very low commitment#like no real plot just kind of a series of journal entries to chronicle that time in their lives#i’d probably just update it whenever i feel the inspiration come along#just thinking of like the party going on patrols#mike navigating his thoughts and feelings post break up with el#mike beginning to realize his feelings for will or coming to terms with them#etc stuff like that#byler
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mr bear and i are watching law and order and dateline..... and taking pics of the soap bars...
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#chu shut up#chu live action adventures#just chronicling (?) this stuff like a journal#making the most out of it. i guess. my mom is doing better so that's good.#on phone with my bro but the tv is so loud we can't hear each other#doing dumb voices that get filtered out because discord thinks it's background noise#these tv shows are scary don't look mr bear#we haven't had tv in years so seeing all the new commercials is like a video game timeskip to the future and everything is modernized#will i regret posting these in the morning? yes... but PRESENT me is having fun a little bit and that's what matters
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Yandere fae turtles
Random au idea that popped up in my head
Yan turtles spider wick chronicles au? Based on a random scenario i wrote involving my ocs while listening to music from pans labyrinth and the spider wick soundtrack
Also tagging @lexiechr , @souperwrites and @radicallxser, thanks for inspiring these headcannons!
Warning : Mentions of violence, blood, murder, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, kidnapping (I do not condone this behavior in real life. this is only for entertainment purposes only)
Reader moves into an old cottage in the woods and begins renovating it. Like has the ideas layed out on the table and everything.
However, as they move in and begin renovations for their dream cottage…..reader notices something’s…off
Maybe it’s the way the breeze blows likes its whispering their name, or the odd sensation of being watch, but things keep getting stranger.
- Such as things going missing (milk, honey, baked goods, gadgets and gizmos, soft blankets and clothes)
- new expensive items or just things reader wanted appearing on their doorstep with little notes, their garden is blooming in winter. little protective charms start being put up mysteriously, weak stuff to keep the smaller nuisances away. jewelry, coats, and robes with strand symbols.
Though the most worrying is the fact that the chickens they keep around are terrified of the forest at night. The birds usually so bold to follow you around are literally petrified to go past a seemingly invisible line that circles the entire house.
Eventually reader discovers the attic of an old professor who was an expert in fae and nymphology after multiple wierd events keep happening around their house. Oddly, a few pages of the journal are missing in the back. However they do take the time to skim over the books contents and discover they may have a fae Problem.
So, reader deals with problem accordingly.
Learning how to properly but politely decline the gifts left on your porch. Putting up charms of protection and making sure everything is cleansed properly. Even going as far as to leave tiny offerings just outside of the edge of the forest to distract whoever or whatever was doing this.
Lining their house with stones, to ensure that there’s a barrier between your home and the fae.
Though reader reads back on the journey and realizes some forms of offering or giving trinkets can be interpreted as courting……oops
Things get worse.
dead birds and other things start being dropped on your door step, the salt gets blown away in strong gusts of wind from the forest
Just a whole slew of the things that make reader worry about their safety. So they decide to read the professors journals in order to seek answers. Oddly, they notice some of the pages are missing…..
Not realizing they have caught the eyes of the four gaurdians of the forest who all seek to capture them and make reader theirs.
Page by page and day by, reader learns more of who could be behind this never ending line of mysterious events. Especially with the help of mayhem, a small fae they discovered living in the attic who properly helps them learn more about the four kings of the fae and the forest covered mountains.
Reader notices mayhem bringing back things such as adder stones and old pages from the journal during the day, but remaining hidden inside when nightfall comes. Using the adder stones to let mayhem chase of pesky goblins and pixies tormenting their poor chickens.
One day, four handsome strangers arrive in town. Four turtle mutants who each seem particularly affectionate and fond of reader whenever they stop by or run into eachother. Flirting, praises, ect. Yet when they visit they never cross the line of stones.
The brothers come by on occasion, or rather frequently, but are strange around the house and insist on being chilavalorous and being invited in
Not once.
They hang out at the edge of your circle of stones. Often ask if you want to go for a late night walk or to invite them inside your home. ***Don’t. Do. It***
Either they wont leave, or you’ll disappear. And don’t give them your name under any circumstances.
Reader, having studied the journals and noticing mayhems aggression towards them, sense something off with the mysterious strangers who seem to shower them in attention and gifts. So, reader goes back home one evening and spends most of the night piecing together that journal
Page by page and using the old, pencil over some seemingly blank paper to reveal its hidden message indented into parchment. All the while they hear the noises of whispers on the wind. Affectionate but manipulative praises of love to come outside and be with them.
Reader doesn’t fall for it.
And eventually reader discovers the true identities of the turtles once mayhem helps them glue the last page inside.
So, by the fireplace with mayhem protectively flopped over by the front door, reader reads up on the boys true identity’s. Quietly going over the inked lettering bit by but until they’ve remembered everything. Even about the four higher-ups above, the court of four Kings with the same names as the regular four Kings. though reader just refers to the court of four Kings as the peepaws for a bit of comedy relief.
- Raphael : prince of the trolls, giants, often a brute to those who cross him. Steals soft blankets, plush toys and just anything he deems worthy to add to his space of comfort. His den of blankets and nest of comforts. Never cross him, steal what’s his or mess with his brothers unless you want to be brutally beaten to death by a mutant with the strength of a giant. He was the one to take old plushies, pillows, blankets from your home Before your began setting up protective charms
- Leonardo and Donatello : princes of the goblins, hobgoblins and boggarts. A dangerous duo, both together and separated they are cunning. Donnie is calculating and clever, no one has yet to match his genius and will torture those who don’t give him offerings of precious metals of human gadgets. Leonardo is a charming almost smug fae, he’s clever and manipulative to a fault with expensive tastes, he has his ways of getting what he wants and torture is one of them, though his preferred method is illusion and mind games. Leaving old consoles or expensive items outside your house and they’re quickly snatched up by the pair or their people
- Finally there is Michelangelo : princes of the fairies, pixies, brownies and smaller fae who use their creativity and affection to lure their victims. A tad bit spoiled despite his sweet and bubbly demeanor. He will throw a fit for the ages when he doesn’t get what he wants. Appease him with sweets and art supplies if you must. However his sweetness is only reserved for those he wants to reserve it for……I’m not going to say what his methods of disposing of victims are, let’s just say it’s too traumatic for the minds of mankind
It’s suffice to say, a lot of readers items go missing. Got a painting or art supply you left in sight of the window? Suddenly it’s plastered all over Mikey’s own nest. Jewelry that’s broken? Patched up and apart of each of the boys attire. Although important items to reader that they care a lot about are always returned before the end of the day
mayhem usually takes trips outside to find it. Stealing it right from under the boys noses and scampering back to readers house with stolen goods in their jaws.
Occasionally readers neighbor April pops on by to help out. She’s nice….something feels off but she’s nice nonetheless. Though the protective fae circle is slightly crooked in some spots after she leaves.
But once reader is prepared to deal with the boys, they start sitting out on their porch at night. Humming a random tune to their favorite song and quietly making satchets to hang in the doorways. Leaving offerings for smaller fae just outside of the circle. Making sure to make eye contact with any of the bois if they decide to come closer from the treeline.
And they do. They’re head over heels for this person. So of course they would approach, Each ones words Filled with nothing but loving compliments and promises to make reader their partner. To have them rule by their side over their domain.
They live gifts outside the circle, making sure reader sees each of them doing it. they grin and blow kisses, stalking around the circle
That is until they see one of their brothers. It either ends in them having a stare off and duke it out. They’d politely sabotage each other’s gift. Larger gifts over shadowing smaller ones. Making their gifts more eye catching to reader.
sometimes, reader will occasionally tease them back. Saying that it wouldn’t be too bad if they went with one of them on certain conditions. Which practically redoubles the boys efforts to woo their new potential partner. All the while reader goes into sage the house with mayhem glaring at the turtles from the front porch steps.
And each of the boys subjects defiantly do their best to try and help out their king.
Trolls and larger fae sent to help repair readers house
Goblins, and boggarts sent to fetch reader new clothes, expensive objects or things reader likes
Pixies, fairies and brownies to finish house chores, redecorate and replenish the home
All of whom are attempting to convince and argue reader should marry their prince. How their prince would be the perfect husband, how the other fae would love to help reader get settled into their new home in the forest, ect.
Just when reader thinks it couldn’t be more crazy. That’s when they finally catch the eyes of the four kings, previous princes now grown. (Aka the future turtles)
Much more powerful than the princess and certainly more menacing. Handsome, Bigger, more decked out in lavish clothes and jewelry, and covered in scars From fights and other events in their long lives.
Their colors may be a bit more faded than their younger counterparts but they make up for it in sheer presence.
Each one of them absolutely adore reader and are delighted the empty throne by their side will be filled with a loving partner to share their lives with and spoil. Perhaps, just potentially, that nursery in that beautiful sunny spot in the woods could be filled with the soft cries and giggles of an heir they Could care for with tenderness and love.
Now, reader must deal with eight admirers, all of which have tricks of their sleeves.
Much more expensive gifts and even more gestures of goodwill…..
Including leaving young Casey, king Leonardo’s son, in the care of reader. The young boy left on readers porch and convinced this was his new parent he was supposed to bring back home to his family.
Reader almost fell for the whole ‘my dad’s hurt in the woods’ trick, if it wasn’t for the fact mayhem and the chickens kept staring out into the treeline. Watching Leonardo smirking from the shadows with anticipation.
So, reader trusts their gut, and just decides to take the little toddler in and raise them as their own. Feeds him, reads him stories, lullaby’s, plays with him. Ect.
However reader has to constantly remind him not to remove the new protections on the cottage. Though the boy always breaks down in tears and reader always tells him it’s okay and not to do it again. Though when his parent is asleep, he speaks to his fathers and uncles about why his ‘parent’ won’t come home with them and what was he doing wrong.
Eventually, since the peepaws can break through the barriers, reader must go off into the woods to get some random flowers for a wreath they were making. Taking Casey on a small trek into the woods just when the satchets finally wear off.
Giggling and whispers can be heard beckoning reader to the woods over the sound of Casey going on about how happy he was to finally be with his parent, ect.
In the blink of an eye and before mayhem can reach them, reader is whisked off by one of the turtles. Never to be seen again.
Waking up in one of the eights domains of with one of the turtles snuggled up to them. Murmuring about they’ll be so happy there with them, and how they’ll shower them with love and gifts so they can never leave.
Escaping them will be difficult, and after the impromptu wedding. Reader must play the part until the opportunity to escape and rid themselves of the immortality they’ve been granted.
But be warned
They will hunt you down once you do
And you better hope you can make it out of town before they do find you
#yandere donnie#yandere leonardo#yandere raphael#yandere michelangelo#yandere rottmnt#yandere future Leonardo#yandere future Donatello#yandere future Raphael#yandere future Michelangelo#rottmnt leonardo#rottmnt raph#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt au#fae au#rottmnt#tmnt headcanons#headcanon
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The Chronicles of The Mandalorian and Boba Fett~(love triangle) Chapter 1
Storyline: This is the story of a young warrior (y/n), that fought all across the galaxy, earning a name that brought fear to the ears of many. Life was as good as it can be, until the Empire took that away, giving her the heart of an ice spider. She had no choice but to go into hiding, after all, there was still a bounty to her head. So, she decided to do the simplest job that anyone could possibly do; bounty hunting. Though bounty hunting was a dangerous profession, something that she could obviously handle, but it could sometimes lead to unforsaken enemies and possible lovers. Well, who shall we meet on this journey?
Warnings: Well, it can be fluffy at times but there are going to be scenes that might offend or be inappropriate to many. With that being said, this story contains; Fluff, Choking, oral sex (F receiving), Fingering, Sex, Doggy style, Blood, Violence, Cursing, masturbating etc. There is also notions of injections and medical stuff. There is a lot more stuff but Enjoy lovies!
(Note: This is not following the exact story of the star wars trilogy, it will have a lot of pieces from Mandalorian, Boba Fett, and maybe include already known characters)
(Second Note: I haven't continued this story in a while, I will have to watch back the films to remember most of the scenes so it will take me some time to continue writing, but stay tuned for updates!)
(On another note: Thank you lovies for all your love and support, hope you enjoy the story) :3
Chapter 1: The Beginning of a long journey
It was a long cold night, sounds of the cackling fire pressed against your inner ear as you sat upon the grassy meadows of Tython. Tears began to overwhelm you as you remembered the tragedy that happened on Coruscant, your parents and masters that trained you, slaughtered before your very eyes by the so called Empire. If your master was here, he would probably say, 'This is not the time to cry and act childish, you are in a world were you have to take care of yourself, not matter the cost.' A bit heartless, but he was right, a warrior like yourself could not just sit here and cry because you lost loved ones. We all loose loved ones eventually. You were a warrior, built to take any blow by any man, woman, or machine. That strength earned you the title of 'The blood seeker', a dark name that everyone knew, especially the Empire. Having two red light sabers can attract a lot of attention (another reason why you were called the blood seeker), but you belonged to no creed, no caste, not anything. You were neither Jedi nor Sith, you were just you, a simple girl using the force to protect the innocent and seek revenge when necessary.
As you thought about this, you pulled out a small journal, opening it to see the pictures of your family, friends, masters, it struck a nerve inside you; your sadness turning into burning hatred.
"I will kill them all....if its the last thing I do..." you mumbled under your breathe, standing to your two feet.
Slowly but surely you walked over to a woody tree, tugging at both your light sabers from your leg pouches, unsheathing them with a hum that echoed against your ears.
"They will suffer" you yelled as you chopped the tree, slashing it into pieces as if it were the enemy. "You took everything from me!" A another slash could be heard echoing. "I will kill your children!" A slash again. And again. And again, until there was nothing left to cut. You panted heavily as you stood before the tree that was no more, sheathing your lightsaber back into your pouches, closing it of course so that you wouldn't cut your leg off.
"I can't keep living on this planet alone, I have to find a something to do, maybe a job that can possibly lead me to the people that hurt my family" You thought, pacing back and forth. Yet, it hit you, "Hmm, how about Nevarro or Tatooine?" "They could possibly have jobs for me to do, or I could possibly just sign up at the nearest bounty hunting guild?"
With that in mind, you snuffed out the fire, heading towards the coinvent ship that you stole a long time ago from a degenerate man that wanted to fuck you as payment for this hunk of junk. "I guess we can start at Nevarro, hopefully this piece of shit can survive a hyper jump again, it was a while since I used it" you huffed, closing the hatch door before heading to the cock pit. As you strapped yourself in, you turned towards the stuffed bantha that your father gave you when you were just a little foundling, a soft smile appearing across your face. "I love you papa, and mama" you chuckled, turning back towards the controls.
As you began to press the same buttons you used before, the ship began to whir and purr, the engines turning on quicker than usual, "Okay please for the love of yoda, work!" You begged, as you began to lift off the ground, heading up to the sky of Tython. Once you entered the atmosphere, the ship began to shake, your heart nearly beating out of your chest, worried that this might be your last time alive. But, thankfully, the ship survived the entry into space and you got ready to make the jump to Nevarro.
"Lets knock some heads in!" was the last thing that escaped your lips as you jumped to the planet of Nevarro.
#love story#smut#love#pedro pascal#mando x reader#boba fett x reader#short story#mandalorian x y/n#the mandalorian#boba fett smut#the book of boba fett#boba fett#book of boba fett#tumblr fyp#fyp
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you make loving fun | wolfstar
🦊 kinktober day 15: teasing (ft. my take on 5+1 things, also techically there's foot stuff? but like don't let that deter you it's so subtle, just thought i'd mention it)
🥮 other details: nsfw/18+, ~1k words
🍁 cross-posted on ao3
Strike One
Sirius awoke, feeling hotter than usual. Not only was the sun beating down on his skin through the window, but he was also fully covered by his and Remus’ shared duvet. Remus, on the other hand, was completely uncovered. Odd sight, Sirius noted. Usually, Remus was the one to hog the duvet at night, stating that he ‘ran cold’ and that Sirius should ‘have more sympathy.’
But alas, there lay Remus, sun kissing his scars and freckles beautifully. Naturally, Sirius’ eyes trailed down, only to be met by Remus’ unclothed body. Another odd sight, thought Sirius, not unwelcome though. Remus tended to sway more on the shy side when it came to his body. He further enjoyed wearing his oversized jumpers, even well into the summer.
Now, despite these oddities, Sirius was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Gently, he made his way to Remus’ side of the bed—hand landing on his waist, and lips finding his shoulder.
Remus woke with a smile.
Strike Two
The two had had a slow start to their morning, lazing around in bed for a good part of it, before making their way to the kitchen. Remus set to making breakfast, as Sirius made them their respective cups of tea and coffee.
Remus ended up making simple, but delicious, bowls of yogurt topped with granola, berries, and honey. They ate calmly. That is, until Remus finished his bowl, taking his good old time to savour every last bite. Sirius could not look away from the way his boyfriend’s berry-stained lips wrapped around his spoon. Wonder what they’d look like wrapped around my—
“Right, well!” Sirius spoke, voice just a tad too high. “I’m, uh, gonna go get ready.”
Remus watched as his boyfriend left the kitchen in a hurry, not missing the slight bulge in his pyjama bottoms.
Strike Three
After breakfast, they headed into town, Remus stating that he wanted to find a muggle book a coworker had recommended. Remus, also, just so happened to be wearing Sirius’ favourites of his pullovers. This didn’t go unnoticed.
As they weaved their way in and out of second-hand bookstores, Remus’ hand would brush Sirius’ every now and then. Inconspicuous enough to fly under the radar of fellow shoppers, but enough to make a warmth spread across Sirius’ skin.
With each touch, Remus smiled to himself.
Strike Four
After a few more shops, and a quick stop in a café, the duo found themselves in an old bookstore on the edge of town. It had three stories and was filled to the brim with books dating back farther than Sirius could imagine.
The top floor was where Remus found his book, eyes lighting up at the discovery. When those eyes found Sirius’ own, however, they lit up with something different.
After checking to make sure they were alone, Remus crowded Sirius into a corner, hand weaving its way into his darker locks. Remus’ lips brushed against the other’s cheek, in what seemed to be an innocent-enough touch. Sirius was then taken by surprise as Remus’ touch migrated, lips now on his earlobe. The bugger. Sirius’ earlobes were among his most sensitive spots. Remus knew this, and he knew it well.
Usually, Remus would nip at Sirius’ earlobe playfully, earning anything from a whine to a moan. This time, though, he pulled away just as Sirius’ eyes had fluttered closed.
“Should go pay, eh, Siri?” Remus spoke in a sickeningly sweet tone.
Strike Five
It was now evening, and the sun has long since disappeared from the sky. Remus had been deeply engrossed in his books, eyes barely leaving the pages since they had gotten home. He sat with his feet in Sirius’ lap, who was sat at the opposite end of the couch. Sirius scribbled away in his journal, chronicles of the past few days, fragments of songs, and doodles filling the pages.
Sirius nearly messed up his drawing when he felt a foot brush up against his crotch. He tried to ignore it, thinking that Remus had probably just outstretched his foot absentmindedly. He was proven wrong at the second touch.
Sirius could feel himself growing harder and harder by the minute. When he looked up, expecting a smirking Remus, he was met by the other man’s flat expression as he continued to read his book.
When Sirius looked away, Remus couldn’t help but to let the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.
The Final Straw
Sirius was in front of the washroom mirror, brushing his teeth as he readied himself for bed. His mind had grown foggy as the night went on, and he was nearly falling asleep mid-brush. Nearly. He started to think back on the day—Remus’ sleeping figure in the morning, the spoon incident, Remus’ fleeting touches in town, the bookstore situation, Remus’ wandering foot on the couch—
In walks Remus, expression innocent as ever. They make eye contact in the mirror, and Sirius swears he sees a flicker of something in Remus’ eyes. He spits out the remainder of the toothpaste, rinsing the toothbrush and putting it away. Almost as if on cue, Remus’ hands grip Sirius’ waist, whose suspicions were now being confirmed. They were truly confirmed, then, when he felt Remus’ bulge press up against his backside.
“Oh, you little tease.” Sirius spun around, hands landing on Remus’ shoulders. Finally, Remus let a smile break out across his face as Sirius pushed him towards the door. Sirius’ hand migrated to his partner’s chin, holding him in place as their lips grew closer. It was now Remus’ turn to let his eyes shut slowly, but they snapped open when Sirius’ touch disappeared. His gaze landed on Sirius’ retreating figure, as the other man left the washroom.
“’Night, love!” Sirius called, now down the hall.
The cheeky fucker.
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#harry potter#marauders#harry potter smut#marauders smut#wolfstar#wolfstar smut#wolfstar oneshot#harry potter oneshot#marauders oneshot#kinktober 2024#kinktober#my fics#softmiso kinktober 2024
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i find myself wondering again about bits of correspondence whose inclusion makes sense as an external narrative choice - quincey's letter & arthur's telegram both demonstrate the absolute lack of any jealousy, bitterness, or anything resembling hard feelings between lucy's suitors, & also highlight the fact that these three aren't casual acquaintances, they're close friends, with quincey's letter particularly emphasizing that they're old friends with a long history together.
but the in-universe collection of documents? their friendship is relevant, perhaps, but is adequately illustrated elsewhere, as is their shared no-hard-feelings policy with regards to lucy's engagement. i believe there is only one other occasion in the entire book that we get a telegram or anything else from arthur, that one being far more relevant to the vampire experience, & this is, if i'm not mistaken, the only piece of writing we have by quincey. there are no others.
it's safe to assume that, like van helsing, neither of them keep journals. do we also assume that all correspondence between the characters from the time period are included in the compilation but that quincey & arthur just weren't writing to other cast members? is it likelier that they were in more regular contact but the other stuff was even less relevant, & these two pieces only made the cut because a decision was made to chronicle lucy's last months as completely as possible? did arthur & jack want to include that specific note from quincey because of the references to their shared history, because it's such a nice little snapshot of their friendship? is its presence here their little tribute to him, & arthur's telegram a representation of how well they loved him back?
#i would say they just included everything that was at all relevant to either dracula or lucy but there's a missing letter from mina#dracula daily#re: dracula#quincey morris#arthur holmwood#jack seward#dracula spoilers#original
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As a big fan of Daniel I’ve mixed feelings about the finale. Absolutely it was fun to see Daniel serve c*nt, loved his glasses and leather jacket. Very fun - I also feel his very energetic vibe definitely affirms that journalism/writing/publishing books that have an impact is his drug (as a certain maker affirmed earlier). But, where is his story going to go now???
Like I feel SO cheated at not only not seeing him being turned, but not seeing him having to adjust at all or struggle/cope with being a vampire? Time skips freaking sucks. Like that is a big change, and I wouldn’t expect them to do it in as much detail as Louis (good TV writers wouldn’t repeat themselves like that, and it wouldn’t be good writing) but I expected something? Like I already was feeling a bit annoyed at how Daniel’s trauma in San Francisco basically just become all about Louis’ and Armand’s dynamic. I didn’t expect DM to happen there (and I loved the episode) but I thought the emotional fallout would be bigger. Like Daniel gets half-a-scene(!) of being upset and devastated, and then the writers very transparently just uses this to make Daniel aggressively suspicious of Armand and as a way to foreshadow the level of Armand’s deception. Like Daniel was obviously angry, but even that was basically only shown as it was useful. I hate when plot is done at the expense of character. Of course when plot and character go hand in hand that is the best, but this wasn’t it?! Like if Rollins meant that Daniel was one of the two who needed the second interview to happen it barely makes sense. There’s only closure in the most shallow sense that Daniel got to find out that he was traumatized and that this did have a negative impact on his life (by an event he couldn’t consciously remember but feel). I presume that is what Rollins meant? It feels really(!) underwritten. Nothing wrong with the idea, but again basically just stated in explanatory dialogue about his exes and kids. Happy to hear a better take on this if anyone has one though? I want to be convinced to be more positive! Of course Daniel isn’t the main character, but I don’t think it’s too much to ask that he’s still treated as a three dimensional character.
I don’t know, I just feel upset now at the thought that Daniel’s mainly been turned at this point to become a vampire-chronicler for plot reasons… Like if DM had happened I would expect them to leave us a substantial hint. I’m freaking begging any higher power that Armand’s revulsion at creating a fledgling means something (and is not a red herring like the “you should fear the other one”). And that we’ll revisit it. But I just don’t have faith anymore… Praying that I’m wrong, but if Daniel spends the next season as only a narrative device I’m out (I don’t mind him being a narrative device if he also gets to be a character outside of that - to be clear). Waiting four years for any kind of plot to be resolved after it’s been introduced is too long frankly….(if they aren’t addressing this until season 4). So if we aren’t finding out about the turning or worse - there’s nothing more to it and we’ll get an independent DM plot which begins in pure spite then, I’m freaking sad!
I’m really sorry for the downer post, I just feel I needed to express some of my worries and frustration. Would love to hear what you think, as I’ve often found some comfort reading your blog <3 A more positive take is warmly welcomed! There’s a lot to like about this season, but I just feel a bit lost now… I just wish there was something substantial to hang on to (and the Alice stuff ain’t it)
He is not only turned to be the chronicler. Reread the interviews with Eric re Raglan James, too 😈
There will be a LOT going on. And I just shared the link to the ATx festival, where they also talked DM. Might be worth a watch?^^
It‘ll be alright. I would bet real money on it. They just do it their way.
#anonymous#ask nalyra#iwtv s2#interview with the vampire#iwtv#amc iwtv#amc interview with the vampire#daniel molloy#armand#the devil’s minion
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"You can't just ask me questions and expect me not to ask them back!" Merle said, scooting his chair in. They were sitting around the circular meeting table. The meeting itself had ended about an hour ago, but this room wasn't booked for another two hours.
Originally, they were all supposed to stay, but Taako and Lup had made up some bullshit excuse (Lucretia wanted to doubt the existence of a live cooking themed around Fantasy Hocus Pocus, but with how insistent they had been on its existence, she wasn't sure anymore). Davenport did actually have another meeting to go to. Barry, at least, seemed to tell the truth when he said he was going to go home and nap. Magnus's had obviously been a lie, unless "going to walk my fish" was a euphemism that Lucretia didn't know about.
So here she was with Merle.
"I think I can," Lucretia said, pulling her journal closer to her.
"It's team building," Merle said. "Y'know, with the whole team." He gestured around to the empty table.
"Sure," Lucretia said.
"Fine, fine," Merle said. "I'll come up with a different question." Merle leaned back in his chair, squinting his eyes up to the ceiling as he thought. Lucretia finished writing down Merle's answer to the last question. Then, "alright. I've got one."
"Hit me," Lucretia said.
"What's your biggest fear?"
"That's.... so much deeper than what I've asked you," Lucretia said.
"First you want me to make a new question, then ya don't want my question-!"
"No, no!" Lucretia said. "I mean, I'll answer it. But that's a pretty deep cut, Merle."
"That's just how I role, baby."
"Never call me that again."
"Right. Right, gotcha."
Lucretia tried to think. Her biggest fear? She was scared of lots of things. One of her family members dying. Her dying. Ferrets. The big filing cabinet Davenport had next to his desk, the one that wobbled every time someone went near it. But her biggest fear?
"Forgetting who I am," Lucretia said, before she could really even think about it more. "Forgetting where- where I came from and just- everything about me. Not knowing who I am and not being able to remember."
"Oh," Merle said. "Wowza."
"You asked," Lucretia said, laying her journal flat. She had started to bring it up to her chest as she thought.
"Wowza like, that's deep!" Merle said, "not like, that's bad. Is that- I mean, d'you think that's why you, uh, chronicle so much? So you remember stuff? Or am I just pullin' at straws here?"
"The writing is... a part of it," Lucretia said. "But I- to be honest, Merle, I try not to think about it too much, considering it's my biggest fear. Maybe the journalling is part of it, maybe not, but it's not the main reason I write, no."
"Gotcha," Merle said.
"Now to throw it back at you-" Merle groaned and Lucretia cracked a little grin. "What's your biggest fear, Merle?"
"Fantasy Kool-Aid Man," Merle said, no hesitation.
#lucretia#merle highchurch#taz#taz balance#i just love their dynamic alright !!!#mine#ise cube writing
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StarScribes Introduction
About Me
Star (she/her)
Married
Middle School Teacher
I have a lot of responsibilities and don't get much time to myself but when I do I spend that time watching TV, writing, reading, playing D&D, playing video games (the Sims 4), and spending casual time with my family
US located
I used to be @houndsofcorduff but then I disappeared and started a simblr blog and now it's time to get on writeblr again
Writing
Mostly fantasy of varying levels, although I have dabbled in science fiction (I like to watch sci-fi more than write it - that's where my name came from actually, the Stargate franchise)
My favorite author is Brandon Sanderson
No, I don't think I'll ever publish anything, just scribe vibing
I love worldbuilding, magic system building, monster building, etc
Warning: I rarely finish anything I start
Blog
Ask game, tag game, ask, etc friendly
Reblogging stuff I like about writing
Posting snippets of my own writing
Participating in Nanowrimo (buddy me: stargatetribe)
Main/Simblr: @starandsims
Thanks for visiting and learning about me!
WIPs under the cut
Current WIP
Crescent Unbound - A stand-alone fantasy novel following Astrid Vale, a girl left orphaned by the last battle between good and evil. 20 years later she awakens an artifact with great power, it whispers of the return of evil. She must return it to the Chosen One so that it can be used to banish evil once again, but the quest is not as easy as it may seem.
Main Series: The Destiny Chronicles
Overall Synopsis: A generational series that follows a variety of supernatural beings: The Devlins (monster hunters); Seers (see the future), Sandmen (travel/control dreams), Mages (control a variety of magics), Cruth (control elements), and hybrids. Follows certain individuals chosen by Destiny to stop a great evil, and involves a lot of crossover until the end when everyone meets up for the big bad battle.
Book One: Retrospection - 1976 Earth - Russell Walker is a 16-year-old Seer dating Alexis Devlin a 16-year-old monster hunter. When she reveals his identity as a Seer and subsequently explains he's being hunted by a Seer-eating monster, they run away together - unfortunately not to fall in love but rather to save his life.
Book Two: Otherworld - 2007 Otherworld - Maxine Devlin was born into a family of monster hunters, but after 17 years she still hasn’t been allowed to fulfill that role. She has read every journal her ancestors have written and knows everything there is to know about monsters…or so she thinks. After her uncle and cousin go missing, she takes it upon herself to investigate and find them. Very quickly she finds herself in over her head as she travels to a dimension called Otherworld, where she discovers there is much more to magic than she once assumed.
Book Three: Shades of Night - 2010 Shadow - Sebastian Devlin has been to other dimensions before - technically just the one other than the one he was born in. That doesn't make it any easier though when he's dragged through a portal by the monster he's hunting. On his own this time, he'll have to find a way home, if that's even possible. Before he can do that though, he'll have to solve this new dimensions monster problem.
Book Four: Lost in Atlantis - 2011 Atlantis - The Devlin family is back together on a special mission to search the dimension of Atlantis for a particularly dangerous monster - the one that's been hunting Sebastian. The dimension of Atlantis has been abandoned for centuries, but almost immediately they find a single survivor, an impossible face from the past.
Book Five: Vengeance at the Door - 2013 Earth - Sebastian Devlin the monster hunter has become the hunted, chased across multiple states and dimensions by a horrifying visage either of his imagination or reality. Now in Boston, he's just trying to live off the radar of any monster or creature. As the patients at the mental hospital where he works begin to see the same visages he's been seeing, does he run again? Or get himself slaughtered?
Book Six: Heartwood - 2015 Shadow - Janina Heartwood is a good little sister, she picks food off of her brother's plate, puts leaves in his hair, sticks up for him, and trusts him to the edge of the world. After a mysterious man reveals that her brother, Jake, is adopted and descended from a line of monster hunters called the Devlins, she follows him to another dimension to protect him. Now she, Jake, and her boyfriend, Ethan, find themselves trying to destroy an evil entity known as the Sluagh. Janina fights shapeshifters, gremlins, pirates, and more to protect her brother, but will it be enough?
Book Seven: Bring Me a Dream - 2015 Earth - Reynolds McNeil is a Sandman slowly turning into a Nightmare just trying to live out his final few months keeping his friends out of trouble and protecting his little sister from his scary world. Instead, he gets kidnapped and taken to an underground fight ring for augmented humans like himself.
Book Eight: Dream Treader - 2016 Unnamed Dimension - Rescued at the last second by their thought-to-be dead brother, Reynolds and Louie discover there's a lot more to their strange powers than they thought. Things continue to get complicated as they are hunted by a different kind of enemy determined to rid the world of Destiny's chosen - them and their friends.
Book Nine: Moonlight Dreams - 2017 multiple dimensions - Still on the run but now without their leader, Reynolds and his friends try to learn everything they can about why they're being hunted. In the process they rescue their leader, who now must accept that it's time to start the endgame and bring together all of Destiny's chosen before they're hunted down.
Book Ten: Among Infinities - 2017 Isfyd - Carson has lived his entire life in the middle of a Civil War, and most of that was on the wrong side. Although he's on the right side now there are few who believe he's anything other than a spy. When Carson discovers there is a real spy out there he must discover the spy's identity before he's found guilty himself.
Book Eleven: Diplopia - 2018 Isfyd - Carson, now a prisoner of his mother and in the process of resisting her brainwashing, discovers this isn't the first time she's brainwashed him or erased his memories. Exploring his memories and his old home reveals answers and more questions.
Book Twelve: Splintered Crown - 2019 Earth- Freshly rescued, Carson and his friends flee to Earth to find the one thing that can stop his mother and her army - a girl with no idea who she is or how to use her powers, and absolutely no interest in joining their rebellion.
Book Thirteen: Destiny - 2020 Earth - Earth is invaded by soldiers from Isfyd, it will take all of Destiny's chosen to defeat the great evil they've been waiting for. The Devlins, the McNeils, the Moons, and Carson and his friends are the only chance this dimension has. It's looking increasingly like it won't be enough.
Other WIPs
Hounds of Corduff - 1800s Isfyd - A four-book series following the three Cruth apprentices of Corduff as they battle with and against each other in the middle of propaganda and other lies forcing them each further away from the truth.
The Elder Mage - 1976 - 2015 Various dimensions - a series of short stories following Denham Moon, who some would call Earth's most powerful mage. He's been entrusted with bringing together Destiny's chosen at the appropriate time, but he's mostly just procrastinating since he's pretty sure he won't make it through that appropriate time.
Old Gods - a 9-book series following Em'het, a curious and multi-talented boy with great magics who fights the gods to save his family, but after several years of doing the same thing over and over again he wonders if there's a point to any of it if the gods he faces just keep getting stronger and smarter.
Prince of Fireflies - a TV series that follows teenage twins Charlie and Riley as they attempt to keep their younger brother Liam out of trouble with his mysterious light powers. They're mostly unsuccessful.
The Peculiar Adventures of Michael Mallory - an unnumbered book series that follows 9-year-old Michael Mallory after he sneaks aboard his older brother's spaceship. While in the process of trying to return Michael, Nicholas Mallory and his crew are attacked and forced to hyperjump without their navigation machines online. Now they're lost in space, who knows how far from home, and somehow raising a 9-year-old.
The Disappearing Place - just one book - 12-year-old Martin Ramsey has a bad habit of disappearing, blinking in and out of existence seemingly at random. His brother Bartholomew tries to help but ends up making things worse when he starts disappearing too. In a wacky time-traveling dilemma the brothers have to figure out what is happening and why to try and get back home, while continually randomly jumping in and out of time and space.
#writeblr#writeblr introduction#writeblr intro#fantasy writing#writer introduction#writer intro#writers of tumblr#novel writing#author#fiction#original fiction#original characters#writing community
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1. Introduction (Video #1)
Caroline
Hey everybody!
My name is Caroline Okamoto-Nelson. I’m seventeen years old, and I live in Willow Creek. I like horses, cooking, shopping and J-pop. I really love swimming. I guess you might even say I'm obsessed with it. I'm really good at it too, and I have the medals to prove it.
People often comment that I look like both my parents, which is super funny to me since I’m not actually biologically related to them at all. I guess people say I resemble them because I have pale hair and blue eyes like Victor, and I have Japanese facial features like Yuri. Honestly, though, I don't mind if strangers assume I'm literally theirs. I am theirs in every way that matters, and being adopted is amazing because I know they love me enough to want to make me part of their family forever. I love them a lot, and even though I think about my biological parents sometimes, Victor and Yuri will always be my real parents.
Yeah, I have two dads, and to avoid things getting confusing I should let you know that I usually call them by their names. Some people think that's weird and a few people think it's disrespectful, but it's not weird to me. I started out as Victor and Yuri's foster child when I was six years old, after my biological father passed away, and I didn't want to call either of them Daddy or Papa or whatever. They were okay with that, and when they officially adopted me about a year later, the habit had already stuck.
I do call Victor 'Dad' sometimes, probably a lot more often than I call Yuri 'Papa'. Yuri says I only call him Papa when I really want something, which... is kinda not inaccurate. Luckily, he has a good sense of humour about it.
Let's see... Another important thing you should know about me straight away is that I'm blind. Before anybody starts demanding to know how a blind person can use a camera and make a video, remember blindness is a spectrum. Most people who fit into the category of blindness can see at least a little bit. There aren't that many people who're totally blind.
As for me, I was born with something called oculocutaneous albinism, which is why I look the way I do even though I'm one hundred percent Japanese. My condition means I have no pigment in my skin, hair and eyes, and it's why I have low vision.
I can see well enough to get around, but I do use my white cane at night or in unfamiliar places. I'm able to read large print, and I can see enough to use my computer and phone if I wear my glasses. I can do most normal things, actually. The only things that are really off-limits are driving and anything that requires good visual acuity, like cutting in a straight line, putting small objects together or sewing. Unfortunately, this means I'll never get to be a nurse like Victor. That's what I originally wanted to be, until I got older and started to understand my disability and finally realized that I don't see the same way everyone else does.
I don't want anybody to feel sorry for me because of my disability. I'm not unhappy or bitter about it and I don't need anyone's sympathy or pity. As a matter of fact, I have an awesome life, and I wouldn't want to change a thing.
On the subject of my life, that brings me around to why I'm making this video in the first place. I just started twelfth grade last week, and my best friends Forest and Camellia and I decided to sign up for media studies as one of our electives. The course runs for the whole school year, and we have to do one major project as well as some small assignments. Camellia and Forest got permission to work together — they're twins and they seem to want to do practically everything together — and they're making a podcast. I decided my project is going to be a documentary about myself. A video autobiography, I suppose you could say.
The plan is to chronicle my life from now till June, but it's not just going to be a video journal about random stuff that happens to me this year. I want to tell the story of my life so far, about how I went from being an unwanted baby in Japan to being the loved, talented, cute and successful person I am today.
These videos aren't going to be only me talking in front of a camera, either. I'm planning to interview my friends and family, and maybe also to give them the camera so they can record some thoughts of their own. Then, I'll edit everything and get it ready for the final presentation.
I've decided to call it Caroline & Company. I may be the main subject of this story, but nobody can exist alone. We all need company. I don't think it'd even be possible to survive without the guidance and support of family and friends, not to mention teachers, coaches, therapists, doctors and all the other people we interact with on a daily basis. Every person in my life is important, so I feel like they need to be acknowledged in some way.
Our teacher, Mr. Blanchet, is going to help our class design a website so that all our projects will be available for everyone to see at the end of the school year. Maybe it's nerdy of me to be excited for a school project, but I"m really looking forward to doing this, and I can hardly wait to see what my classmates come up with as well.
I think it's going to be an incredible year!
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Thanks for the tag @davycoquette!
Writer Questionaire
1. Is writing a hobby or way of life?
I mean, it's my greatest passion, but it's not what I do or plan on doing for a living in the future, so I'll go with hobby. To be honest, I'm fine with that. I think I'd enjoy writing a lot less if I was doing it professionally.
2. A journal full of writing notes or a clean, completed manuscript?
Sorry guys, clean manuscript. I do a barebones outline to start, then just write the thing top to bottom. I know first drafts aren't supposed to be pretty, but I can't help myself.
3. Who (or what) is your writing inspiration?
That's a tough one. I read a lot, so maybe Sanderson or Tolkien, but honestly, the person who inspired me to take writing more seriously is a guy from my weekly dnd group. He was the first person I met in real life who wrote and had published stuff. He proved to me that regular people can be authors too.
4. Which is worse: someone you "idolize" reading your first draft or listening to you sing?
Listening to me since, easily. I can't sing, but I'm fine with that. I'm not emotionally invested in my singing ability like I am with my writing ability.
5. Has writing from someone else's POV ever changed your own perspective?
Maybe a little? I feel like a lot of my characters are based on different parts of my own psyche, so really I'm just leaning into those. Because of that, writing about them has made me more accepting of different parts of my own identity.
6. Tumblr, AO3, LiveJournal, or FFN?
I'm only on Tumblr at the moment. I don't intend to put my writing anywhere else because I feel like sites like AO3 aren't really made for original fiction.
7. AO3 wordcount, and are you satisfied with it?
Not on AO3, but I just did the math and between three Honor's Outcasts books and two and a half Mortal God books, I'm at 644,000 words. Add up all the miscellaneous short stories I have floating around and I'd put myself at an even 650,000. Not bad!
8. What movie/book/fic gripped you irrevocably?
The Name of the Wind was the first book that really showed me what could be done with prose. I don't care that the third book is never coming out, Kingkiller Chronicles will always have my heart <3
The Foundryside Trilogy is an underrated series that basically inspired Mortal God. It weaves fantasy and sci-fi perfectly, has some of the best villains I've ever read, and the ending still makes me sick to think about. Which is a compliment.
And, of course, the Stormlight Archives massively inspired my worldbuilding. I always strive for the layer of depth and strength of character found in those books.
9. What’s the highest compliment you’ve ever been given, and have you been given it?
The best comment I've ever gotten isn't exactly a compliment. One of my beta readers once commented on a weak metaphor, "You can do better, you started with a symphony." That really stuck with me for some reason. It reminds me that I do have the capability to write beautifully, and that I shouldn't settle for anything less.
10. What defines your writing style?
I've been told my narration is very conversational, cut through with fanciful descriptions. I've also been told the voice of whichever character I'm writing from the POV of tends to slip through into my writing style. Descriptions in Sepo's chapters are darker and more grim, the narration of Ivander’s chapters gets more sarcastic, Twenari’s chapters focus more on the smaller details, the voice of Astra’s chapters has some more of that country flair, and so on and so forth.
I'll tag @fantasy-things-and-such @wyked-ao3 @rotting-moon-writes @finchwrites and anyone else who wants in :)
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Pls help <3
* the aftermath one has a lot of progress done, rlly just needs cleanup but i was originally thinking id want to finish his journals first cause theres not a lot of context for stuff
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Dr. NoGood's Evil Diary Update - Vol. 1
Dr. NoGood goes to his office with a tired, happy look on his face. Or he would, if his face wasn't covered by a redacted bar. He locks the door and removes the taped on, evil mustache, loosening his tie as he heads to his writing spot. He squeezes behind the piles of books, smooshing himself between the wall and an old mop bucket before pulling out a glittery, sticker covered journal that says "DR. NOGOODS EVIL DIARY - STAY OUT!! PRIVATE INFORMATION!!!" on it in big, green sharpie. He pulls out his favorite pink pen and begins.
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Hello new diary! This is to chronicle my day to day experiences at my new job here at the ESC as an archivist. I hope we get to know each other well :3 I can't tell you everything yet (don't know who could go snooping and read this), but we'll see how much I'm okay with telling you in the future.
My first day at the ESC went really, REALLY well! Well, technically, it's my second day, but I'm counting yesterday as Day Zero. I loudly announced my presence at the front doors yesterday and were met with several wonderful and also strange greetings. I almost got into a dance battle with a guy, but we ended up having a tea party today instead. A bee with a camera stole my name, so really I'm only loaning it right now. Can you steal a name if it's just an alias and not your real name? Oh well, it was a cute bee, so I'll let them think they stole it. I spent most of yesterday crawling inside the walls and vents to gather intel. I found a (mostly) unused janitors closet and decided that's where I would set up base, so I moved my stuff there!
This morning, I entered the building and had to scramble my way through a pack of seagulls. It wasn't fun. Well, the bird part was, but the poop part wasn't. They pooped on my evilest tie! The one with the skulls on it!! Now I only have the green beaker one... but that's okay. It looks better on me anyways.
I found one of the seagulls in my office! He was super friendly, so I fed him. I tried to take him outside and make him fly, but he just followed me back to the office. Clearly, he too is an aspiring evil scientist and wanted to help me in my endeavors, so I hired him as my assistant. I haven't decided on a name though. I wonder if he already has a name and just can't tell me. Oh well. I guess we'll never know!
But anyways, today went SUPERRR well! I interviewed FOUR PEOPLE! FOUR!! It was super fun. I made two friends out of it, which is even more fun! Ko and Echo are super cool. I made them friendship bracelets to build up our evil alliance even more. I think Echo secretly wants to be my friend too, zee is just shy :3
Anyways, I will write up an official report of my findings tomorrow, but here's the general gist of what I found:
☆ The creator of the ESC is called the "name of 3"
☆ Mei is the only member of the Board of Ethics
☆ The GSC is somewhat friendly
☆ There is a RGB blob wandering around somewhere
☆ A coup was successfully (?) carried out to save Lana, amongst other reasons.
This really is a strange and wonderful place. I can't wait to have interviews with more people! I MUST learn more about this coup.
I wonder what he would think.... I think he's gonna be proud of me when the dust is all clear.
Yours Truly,
•°☆♡ Due NoGood ♡☆°•
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As Dr. NoGood crawls out of his writing hole- hiding his diary in the vent- and heads towards the pull out mattress under his desk, he stops to take a good look around the place. It wasn't much. Most of the books were from... well... his last living situation. Most of them he would probably never read. They were all boring stuff written by boring people from the middle ages. Even the office stuff wasn't really his; he had found most of it at garage sales and the dumpsters of office buildings. Even his bead collection and favorite pink pen were only his for a week. Nothing in this room... felt like his. He looked up at the Polaroid of "Echo" (a security camera. Close enough.) and Ko. If he had a face, his solemn expression would've lifted into a happier, hopeful one. No. There was one thing that was his.
Maybe he wouldn't have to go through this alone after all.
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Kingdom Hearts Rise AU
Michelangelo Hamato The youngest brother wields magic with incredible skill and proficiency. Combined with his speed and acrobatics, Mikey is a lethal force on the battlefield and not one to be underestimated. His youthful outlook and wide-eyed wonder belie a strong emotional intuition and an even stronger heart whose light reaches out to help and support those in need. He’s a firecracker on the battlefield, his speed on par with Leo’s. His magic is devastating and capable of doing damage over a large area, decimating weaker foes. He’s primarily a long range fighter, working to pin the enemy down so his brothers can close in for a truly wicked series of blows.
Keyblade: Solarflare A Keyblade with a long reach that provides a substantial boost in Magic. Strength: +2 Magic: +8 Length: Long Ability: Magic Galvanizer: Increase the damage done with magic in proportion to the length of the combo.
[extra details under cut]
Team Attacks: + Leonardo: Shooting Star Team up with Leo and launch fireballs through his portals, casting them all over the battlefield, then finish them off with a gigantic Thunder spell.
+ Raphael: Fists of Fire Team up with Raph, coating his fists in flames and riding on his shell as he charges through enemies before finishing them off with an explosive ground pound attack that sends shock waves across the ground.
+ Donatello: Bombs Away! Team up with Donnie and ignite a giant rocket, riding it around and plowing into enemies, then end it all by launching the rocket into the sky, leaping off before it crashes back to earth and explodes.
+ April: Mystic Mayhem Team up with April to link magic and spin around the battlefield like a dance, gliding on air while launching spells in every direction, then finish with an eruption of magic.
+ Casey: Danger Days Team up with Casey to let him rail grind on magic chains, slicing through any nearby enemies before directing lightning down the chains to channel into his Keyblade for a final blow.
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More stuff about KH Rise Mikey:
- He swims but very badly and prefers to avoid water if he can help it.
- The most powerful mage out of his teammates, Mikey is capable of combining his spells to cast two at once, often creating deadly combos like Fire-Wind or Lightning-Ice. In the future, he might be able to cast the highest tiers of magic without the cost it would take from most wielders.
- Solarflare sounds like rattling chains when it strikes enemies and its particle effects are grinning little balls of flame, sparks like embers, and little green stars and circles. It is always slightly warm to the touch and the symbols on the end glow softly.
- Mikey’s outfit is specifically designed to allow him to pull into the safety of his shell, since it’s something he does frequently and often uses to his advantage in battle.
- He sometimes gets a little cocky and overconfident in battle, especially when he’s winning. Although unlike Leo, he tends to be immediately humbled by any mistake he makes.
- Chronicles their travels and keeps track of their story (like Jiminy does in the KH games). Fills the pages of his journals with plenty of sketches and photographs. Sometimes adds souvenirs from worlds they’ve been to like pressed flowers, stickers, or scraps of paper or fabric.
- His temper is legendary but rarely seen. Few have ever lived to tell of its unleashing.
- Mikey has an extremely good (and very mature) understanding of the heart. Of all his friends, he’s the only one that seems to really understand that a heart is a thing of balance and that Light cannot exist with the Dark, and that Light can be just as vicious and cruel as Dark. He struggles to conceptualize this in a way that he can explain to others and the frustration of his failure to communicate (and the stigma against Darkness) drives him to keep it to himself. He hasn’t mastered his own Darkness by any means and actually has a hard time dealing with it himself. Just because he understands it, doesn’t mean he knows how to execute it.
- That being said, when it comes to matters of the heart and, indeed, feelings, there’s no one better to turn to than Mikey. Or rather, Dr. Feelings. He’s as blunt as ever and will tell you exactly what you need to hear, even if you don’t want to.
- Yen Sid and Merlin believe that, with the right tutelage, Mikey could do far more than simply cast spells. They see great things for him in the future...
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt mikey#tmnt#tmnt mikey#kh rise au#the one person who asked me to do the rest motivated me to finish mikey thank u one person#there's still four more i want to do and they take me a while so it might be a bit before i get to them#gives mikey tripp pants lmao#sage draws turtles
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SOMETHING IS HAPPENING TO CHRONOS-
Yes hi hello I'm back after ghosting for a bit lmao-
OKAY so. One of the main things we know about the Chronicle Zero Stuff is that it is dated the same as the posts are, only in the year 19XX. So we're essentially getting live updates.
We haven't had an update in a WHILE.
The Chronicles are Journals, that much is known, and as an attempted journal keeper myself (keyword being attempted) there are two main reasons for why that might be:
Reason Number One:
they simply forgor-
Which is a mood. Sometimes you just stop and then don't for ages. But THATS BORRRINGGGGG.
I prefer the second reason, as it's the entire basis of me making this post.
Reason Number Two:
SHIZ IS GOING DOWN RIGHT NOW.
in a prior post I theorised that Chronos is currently avoiding some real important event that was the "eight months" ago thing. Hero's journey, refusing the call, yadayadayada.
Following that, I suggested that whatever event is being ignored does not LIKE being ignored, and Chronos is going to go through some real world shaking experience. Something that CANT be ignored, and is going to kick off the more TSE Episode Three-esc equavalent events for our buddy Chronos.
Which, as I realised whist thinking about it on a walk today, is PROBABLY HAPPENING RIGHT NOW.
Ranboo stated that Chronicle Zero is about to get oh so much more, and I think that that's going to be the aftermath of whatever Zero's currently going through.
This isn't the calm before the storm. The storm is already here, and we're right in the centre of it.
#gen loss#generation loss#chronicle 0#generation loss theory#tangled tape#zero thoughts#lmao sorry for ghosting and then coming back with THIS zinger of a theory.#i was just casually thinking about how i was fortunate that my own lil break lined up so well with Ranboo's#but then realised that nothing had happened even before that.#and yeah that snowballed into this#enjoy!
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ENTRY 001: Dreams (Part 1)
Isaiah has an alarming dream.
Transcript below:
[Avlin nłzēwok'un nar īdsēravn aryú pi-lizt'n. Má ēzyi'ōf fl cni-lizt'n. (These are the stories known only to the Seraphim. Let not these events be forgotten.)]
???: [strained] Have to... keep it... together... can't stop... need to s-stay... need to foc... focus... have to keep it togETHEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!!
ISAIAH: ...and then everything fades away, and I wake up.
[Chronicles in Lavender. Art & Story by Koishi. ENTRY 001: Dreams (Part 1)]
[December 12, 2019. 3:40 PM]
ISAIAH: My heart's always pounding out of my chest, and I can't sleep for the rest of the night. Every single time, it always goes exactly the same. The same place, the same people... and it never feels like I have any control, or I'm really acting on anything. I'm sorta just... watching it happen, I guess.
DR. GARDNER: Do you feel like the date in which you have the dreams could be significant?
ISAIAH: I dunno, your guess is as good as mine. I just happens every month on the full moon. I don't know why or how, it just does. It's been so consistent that I can anticipate it coming. Sometimes, I would stay up all night from the anxiety, then the minute I fall asleep, they happen anyways. I've always had vivid dreams. They feel so real, and I can control them too. Like, like lucid dreaming. But when these dreams happen, I just feel... powerless. Got a pill I can take for that?
DR. GARDNER: I could, but stepping away from medication, I think this might be related to another significant topic we've yet to come back to? Specifically the topic of Tara? And I know it's uncomfortable, but I think at least addressing it may give a better understanding of these recurring nightmares. I think a lot of the themes you've described to me in your dreams; the lack of control, the sense of urgency, the need to "keep it all together", could all be tied to your trauma regarding your sister's disappearance. A way for your brain to process through the guilt you feel and the grief you're experiencing. Does that sound about right?
ISAIAH: [shrugs]
DR. GARDNER: It's hard, having to go through that. It feels impossible to carry that weight on you all of the time, but it's important to remind yourself that Tara's disappearance is not your fault. It may seem selfish, but some things are out of our control. So it's better to grieve and find a way to move forward. At the end of the day, your own mental health is something that you have to put first, or things like this will keep affecting you. Of course, we can move on if you'd like. How have your exercises been going?
ISAIAH: Oh... uh... I've been trying, and I've been goin outside more, too.
DR. GARDNER: That's good to hear! Tell me more about how that's been working for you.
ISAIAH: [in journal] Log date: 12/19/2019. 4:28 PM. I've just concluded my therapy session for this week. We talked about the usual stuff, depression and meds and self-affirmation. I brought up the dreams, but that ended up leading back to Tara. It's been four years since she disappeared. I've been trying not to think about it. It's jut too much right now. I though by now I'd at least be better about it. That I wouldn't feel so awful. I guess I don't, but I just feel nothing instead. I dunno if that's better or worse. Rather not dwell on all of that now. Either way, I'm hoping that this night'll be over soon. I hate these stupid dreams, it's like a puzzle and I'm missing a billion pieces to it. If I go to bed early, I can at least get the dreams out of the way. Or I'm hoping to. Not much to hope for as of late.
[some time later]
ISAIAH: Yo LiLi.
AMALIAH: Yoooo Isaiah, me and Andre gonna be stayin out for the night. We're hangin w/ some friends.
ISAIAH: Yeah sure, aight. How come you didn't text?
AMALIAH: Cuz I'm drivin? fuck you mean?? And you take, like, hours to text back.
ISAIAH: Yeah yeah nah, good point... Okay, I'll text if I need somethin-
AMALIAH: Whoa hold up, you good cuz? You sound like shit. Still gettin them weird dreams? I know it's a full moon tonight.
ISAIAH: yeah, but I also had therapy today, so I'm like, emotionally-drained.
AMALIAH: Goootcha gotcha. Well if you need me, just text. Aight I gotta watch the road. See you in the mornin, kay?
ISAIAH: Night, LiLi.
ISAIAH: Is anything going to be different? Anything at all? I thought bringing it up at therapy would shed some light on why I keep having these dreams, but of course it all goes back to Tara. I thought I would be fine by now. That I'd find a way to not let what happened mess me up. But I'm still here. Everything around me keeps going, but I'm still here. Still empty... why does it even matter? Maybe this is just it for me... just emptiness and guilt... walking through a haze as life passes me by. I'm so sick of it being this way. I just want something to change... I just want to change.
BUTTERFLY: Why Do You Chase After Me?
ISAIAH: I don't know. I can't remember anymore I've just been... running for so long... Why were you running?
BUTTERFLY: I Was Running From Something As Well, Something Too Hard For Me To Bear. But I Feel As If You Can Help Me Face It.
ISAIAH: How would someone like me be able to help? I'm empty...
BUTTERFLY: You Are Not Empty. You Are An Endless Multitude. And If You Help Me, I Promise To You What You Yearn For The Most.
ISAIAH: ...okay. I can do that.
BUTTERFLY: Then It Is Time For You To Wake Up, Isaiah.
ISAIAH: Something... changed.
[Ēzm̄fl īn-hōn pi-jalzègxa olsl... (To be continued in the next entry...)]
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