#like. vaguely the idea of a windmill?

[theminecraftbee]

2ND-5 LOG 0010

Back when I uh - in some hives, they uh, have sayings about beauty, and about function, and I used to listen to those. Things that are functional should be beautiful; things that are beautiful are often in their most functional form. Of course, that'd work better if we could use hexagons, not blocks, but, uh, we've got blocks, so some shapes are...

Uh.

So this is to say that today, I tried to build a windmill.

I've been doing a lot of things lately and it, uh, it paid off! I can now, uh, safely start building machines. Currently I'm crushing tuff; it's the only way I've found to get zinc. To uh. Get zinc... really... really slowly, but uh. It does provide zinc! It does that.

It's not the only thing - I got bad about logging big things. I got magic pots? Uh. Hm. That's phrased - they are magic pots though. I can grow plants I can't even grow with bonemeal in them. They're, uh, handy. For... spore blossoms. And also crops. I don't, uh, have to worry about crops anymore, although the villagers - I don't really want to stop their jobs? They're doing alright. But I get bread from vaults and carrots from a pot now though so I guess I just...

Apples. Uh, I still, from them - apples, I haven't figured out how to... Although, with the saw...

I'll think about it.

And magic torches. I got - they're expensive torches, but when I build them, I can prevent mobs from appearing in whole large areas, light or not! But, uh - I think I broke my mob farm? I have better mob farm tools now anyway, but... Maybe I'll put in real torches, in the new platform I built for making machines on.

I was never - I like machines. I tried to design a squid farm earlier. It didn't work. I also made it out of pumpkins, so it's ugly, so it like, super didn't work. And, uh. Building. I don't... I like exploring. I like what I'm doing. But sometimes I feel like I'm... even for someone borrowing the body I'm using, I'm clumsy. I've always been clumsy. It's always felt like my hands are too big for my eyes, like my arms are too big for my body. I've never been able to... let alone well enough to build.

Things that are beautiful work better. That's a saying in the swarm. Things that are functional are beautiful. That's a saying, too.

I tried to build a windmill today, and it's really ugly.

I, uh...

I try to be nice to myself? I do. I built the temple. The temple is almost done now! I have a totem to each god, now. I don't know if it'll do anything, but, uh... The temple looks nice. It's practically the only thing on the island that does, but...

I try to be nice. Some things, uh, will always be ugly.

I think windmills are one of those things that are supposed to work best when they're beautiful, though, or maybe be beautiful because they work well? Symmetry, and sails, and the wind powering the world. It's windy up here. The windmill was expensive to put together, but it's windy, and I thought...

My windmill is very ugly, though. It's made out of grey wool and it makes me think of a hurricane, except those are almost beautiful too, and this is ugly.

It uh...

Ugly as, uh - ugly as a bear, really, but. It works. It works fine. It works so fine I think later I will try to use it to build a cobblestone generator, and use that to also store sand and gravel. I don't have to worry about those anymore! And, uh, after that, maybe build a copper farm, and after that, I may try to make a steam engine that will power a tree farm, and not have to worry about cutting logs myself again, either, and...

It's funny how much I work to not have to do things myself. But I've always been clumsy. It's easy to tell, looking at the windmill.

Whatever. It doesn't have to be pretty. It works.

[ATTACHED: 2ND-5, wearing the create armor, standing in front of their first contraption. the largest item in the background is an awkward shape made of grey wool, which must be the windmill. A crushing wheel device can also be seen.]

[rawliverandgoronspice]

hmmm starting to think about. musical leitmotivs for the animatic project. Because I'm thinking nintendo will come to my house and kill me in person if I just pump out the actual soundtracks in the videos, so.... I'll probably need to dust off the good ol' keyboard for this one?

[imthatpowerful]

a lil yapping lowkey 😪😓

also i know im not the only one w these experiences, i think it’s something everyone experienced actually so please share ur experiences if u have similar ones cuz i’m intrigued.

i was thinking n shi and i js realized ive been a master manifestor and shifter and allat since i was a kid before i even knew the name of what i was doing 😭😭😭 i manifested a couples things like my height, 🍒 size, me moving to the US and prolly a lot of other things and all i did was persist in the idea that one day i was gonna have those things. sometimes id pretend i alr had those things. i didn’t even know what i was doing was manifesting and when i got exactly what i wanted i was shocked 😭 lowkey regret manifesting those so imma undo those but anyways that’s not the point.

i also def shifted and astral projected as a kid as well. i have vivid memories from when i FIRST gained consciousness at 3 they’re kinda vague but i can remember the feeling vividly. i remember this one night i was sleeping and suddenly i was out of my body and floating to the ceiling, i felt like a balloon, i was attached to my body by a string, i saw myself sleeping. and i kind of went through the ceiling. i was really scared and didn’t know what was happening and i wanted it to stop, and then it did. and i don’t think it happened once. i remember this VIVIDLY. it’s a core memory, not sure if it was a dream tho bc that whole era where i was newly conscious was kind of like weird but i bet on my life it was real and i astral projected that night.

i remember a BIG airport looking place i was in before i was born or before i was conscious it was orange tinted my mom was there, i was a baby, and there were other babies and mothers there. it was like a baby airport or something idfk and mothers i think were picking up their babies, but i was alr w my mom so i didn’t know why we were still there. i think that was my spawn point. i also remember a big green grass field and a big windmill w red blue green and yellow fans and a farm (all based off this ad i saw on tv) istg i was there either in a dream or irl but it was def irl bc some of my earliest dreams i remember literally were so simple like a woman in a red dress and a man in a suit running and the ground breaking beneath them or this vampire movie we had on dvd as a dream but 10x scarier, plus i was rarely (actually never) a character in my dreams when i first started dreaming. i also remember playing w my brother and suddenly i was in his pov and i could see myself. def shifted on accident. could’ve also been a dream. there are also other occurrences like when i first started watching nursery rhymes etc. any arab moots know exactly what video im boutta describe. it’s that video of nancy ajram i think and she’s a fairy and she’s saying not to scribble on the wall i think it said shakhbat shakhabeet. that was like one of the first medias i consumed as a kid. i remember being in the village for the nancy ajram mv istg, like i was there it felt so real my memory is so vague but i remember seeing a fairy and being in the middle of the village and a forest that’s all i remember but i remember the feeling. and there’s def more times ive shifted. but like i could yap on and on about if i remembered but it’ll be too long.

i also think i’ve lucid dreamt but can’t remember any specific core memory or occurrence.

like overall i think i naturally knew all of that and then when i got old enough to learn religion and stuff like that’s when i stopped being able to do allat. i remember being bummed out to find out allat wasn’t real and i actually lowkey refused to believe in my religion at first i remember my granny and mom telling me to say the thing that would make me a member of the religion and i crossed my arms and refused and they told me not to do that. ever since then i let go of any belief i had of the supernatural. deep down though,i was a lil agnostic and i carried doubts that the supernatural wasn’t real bc i knew what i experienced, but i was scared of going to hell (now ik that what u believe and assume happens after death is what manifests) so i fought those thoughts. all those memories of me doing those things were burried, and since it was an early memory i convinced myself it was prob a dream. but again what 3 yr old has VIVID dreams that feel real. now that i believe in this stuff again i know i used to do allat. and it was so normal for me. so glad these things found me again though. maybe that’s why i didn’t hesitate to believe in this stuff or question it when i rediscovered it.

having to unlearn what society conditioned me to believe has been a really long journey but i can feel myself becoming that little girl again who literally was shifting and astral projecting like it was nobody’s business.

if u made it this far thank you i love you 💗 here’s a cookie. and js know you WILL shift and have everything you ever wanted. heck you already have it now!

[gorbalsvampire]

Statting Christof Romauld

Someone on Reddit asked if my favourite himbo had a canonical character sheet.

I looked him up in Clanbook: Brujah. He does not.

I felt compelled to stat him out in V5.

Now I kinda want to do the whole crew. I've been thinking about Dark Ages V5 for a while now and this is unlocking it all for me...

He's a swordsman, so a Melee combatant, so we're going for Dexterity 4 for that pool; 3s into Stamina, Resolve and Composure (say what you like about our favourite himbo, he can take a kicking), and the 1 in Intelligence (sorry, Christof, but if you weren't such a dim bulb you'd probably have gone insane).

For expediency's sake, and because he always has a supporting cast to cover his weaknesses, I'm gonna say he's a Specialist. Melee gets the 4 and the speciality, Athletics, Brawl and Firearms (which, RAW, covers archery) get 3s. 2s in Persuasion (he does get his own way a lot), Awareness and Stealth (there's a lot of corridor creeping in his adventures). For the 1s, I'm taking Investigation (he tries... and he's been through enough mysteries that he must be vaguely aware of how they work), Occult (he's seen some things in his time) and Etiquette (he's well spoken).

Disciplines? Let's start with Celerity 2 and Presence 1 (I don't know how I'd have got through the game without these two). For specific powers, I'm going Rapid Reflexes and Fleetness from Celerity, and Awe from Presence.

Into Predator Type, and I'm gonna be honest here, given how tricky it is to bite people in the streets without being caught, and how many other vampires there are in those "dungeons", and how often he frenzies and bites his own coterie: Christof is a Blood Leech. Extra specialty in Brawl vs Kindred, going to Celerity 3 and taking Weaving from the Players' Guide, leaning into the defensive applications, and obviously we're gonna take the Diablerist flaw because he ate Lucretia. Prey Exclusion (Mortals) is definitely a reflection of how I played Christof, too (goddamn Knights of St. John have eyes in the backs of their heads).

Advantages and Flaws: well, we're windmill slamming Archaic, of course (he's got the hang of guns, but he has no idea what a Central Computer might be). We're also gonna raid the Player's Guide again. For five points, we can take Untouchable - get away with doing something grand and stupid once per story. He's... definitely had that go off a few times during Redemption. From the same book, we can grab the Brujah Coterie Merit, Boot and Rally, for a bonus to his friends' combat rolls, and Remarkable Feature, because people do remark on all his thees and thous when they first meet him and then rapidly get used to it.

Convictions are probably derived from the Promethean ethic somehow (I'm bad at these), and his Touchstone is obviously Anezka (I have a house rule where you only need one Touchstone, like Requiem - and Redemption, now that I think about it).

Now, we get into experience. I'm going to count Christof as an ancilla here. He's lived a very storied life, the Clanbook leaves some wiggle room for how long his adventures took, he's quite low generation, and frankly I need the XP for his insane Discipline breadth. That takes his Humanity down to 5, his Blood Potency up to 3, and he needs another two points in Flaws - I'm going for another Player's Guide special, Twice Cursed, giving him an additional Clan Bane that causes physical and social damage when his Beast comes out.

He also gains another two points in Advantages, and I'm gonna pick up a Loresheet here: Sect War Veteran. He emerged from torpor right in the middle of the sect war, ended up fighting his way across New York, and he's made something of a name for himself among elders and neonates alike given what he got up to in the Dark Ages. The two dot ability here converts into Status or Mawla - one could very easily use this to model Ekaterina the Wise still looking out for him, or into his own personal clout, or... well, our Christof is at middling Humanity, so he might be... in a bit of a predicament. Spoilers for twenty-five year old game?

Finally, there's the 35 bonus XP. To start off, taking him to Presence 3, Daunt and Dread Gaze, that's 25 burned. With the remaining 10, I'm going to buy a dot in Protean (the game is very generous about handing out Protean) and pick up Eyes of the Serpent, since he did eat a whole-ass Setite, and the last three are going on the Stealth (vs Kindred) specialty from his Predator Type, just to really double down on the in-game playstyle.

And there we are - playable Christof!

[lamardeuse]

Like a shining angel at my cabin door

Loki  |    Loki/Mobius M. Mobius   |    Rated  M   |    c. 8100 words

The new guy is a wanker.

“He's not, though, Shaz,” Anna says, because she's so softhearted sometimes Shazia finds it sick-making.

“He is a bit,” Joel adds, which isn't a useful contribution to the conversation considering he spent half of last summer trying to get in Anna's pants. If he weren't the boss's son, Shazia wouldn't even bother talking to him.

“Or maybe he's the one making us look like wankers.” Anna gestures at the quay, where the new bloke is speaking calmly to a gaggle of teenagers down from London, the sort you know are going to go feral the moment they get out on the water. The sort who can't be trusted with a rubber dinghy, let alone anything with a motor. That's why there's an unspoken agreement that the shit clients at Salcombe Ocean Adventures always go to the new hires – toughens them up and weeds out the ones who can't deal with the demands of the job.

And of course it means the rest of them get out of dealing with them.

But this one? Shazia can tell he's got them eating out of the palm of his hand, the way he's been doing for the last few weeks. It's as though he's some kind of pied piper for posh city knobheads.

“How old is he anyway?” Joel asks, wrinkling his nose.

Anna shrugs. “Who can tell with Americans? The point is, he's had loads of experience.”

“Has he, though?” Shazia asks. “We're assuming he does because – well, old – but when I ask him where he came from and what he did before, he's vague as shit.”

“Maybe because your way of asking is like a police interrogation,” Joel mutters. Shazia shoots him a glare, and he purses his lips and quiets.

Anna shakes her head. “No, she's right about that. He doesn't say much about his past.” Glancing down the quay before leaning in, she murmurs, “I think he has a tragic backstory.”

“You what?” Shazia exclaims, which leads to a round of violent shushing from Anna.

“I mean,” Anna whispers, “I think something terrible happened in his past. Like maybe his family died in a car accident or something.”

“Christ,” Joel says. “You think so?”

“Well,” Anna says, biting her lip. “Maybe not. But he's at least a widow? Wait, it's different if it's a man, right?”

Shazia sighs. She doesn't have the faintest idea why Anna has such a hold on her. Swear down, her crush on this girl is the most fucking annoying fact of her existence. “A widower. And what on earth makes you think that?”

Anna watches John head off down the quay with his new charges in tow – and honestly, that's another bloody thing, what kind of name is John August – and says, “I asked him a couple of weeks ago why he decided to come to Devon, of all places. And he paused for the longest time and said, 'The accents remind me of someone I used to know.'”

Shazia raises her brows, waiting for the punch line. Anna raises her brows back.

“That's it?” Joel asks, beating Shazia to it again.

“It was the way he said it,” Anna says, clearly starting to get exasperated. “Like – he had one good thing and now it's gone. And – like he doesn't especially care where he is. Because maybe he doesn't belong anywhere else.”

Shazia sucks in a breath, because – alright, there. That's why.

“Oh, fine,” she huffs, as Joel's mum emerges from the office and starts making the windmilling gestures with her arms that means their break is most definitely over. “Come on, let's get back to it.”

read the rest at the AO3

[fifthpilot]

Tristamp Wolfwood is so young, so fucking young and you can't convince me otherwise. Especially after rewatching the episodes, he's literally such an unprovoked brat sometimes, he dealt with everything in ep7 with such blind and unfounded determination too like a young shounen protag, and despite how HARD he tries to harden his heart his purity shows between the cracks.

He's just so green, still a warm clay that hadn't been fired yet. and it was even insisted by the title sequence of ep7, that he's still getting to know himself, still developing.

Another way this is implied is during ep11 when Vash is confronted by his personal guilt regarding Tonis and Rollo, children he failed to save, immediately followed by Wolfwood.

I lean into the notion that "us" in this case is not a collective for all of humanity, but certain people, specifically Wolfwood, Tonis, and Rollo, since Vash is staring at Rollo as WW says this. And these are the only "us" we've seen in this sequence. Even though Vash is standing in the wreckage of Jenora rock, on the red sands of Windmill Village, so the collective guilt of all the people he didn't save in both towns is still present, but only Tonis, Rollo and Wolfwood are present as the focal points of his guilt.

It's interesting that Wolfwood appears alongside the children, victims in Vash's mind, children he failed to rescue or help. And says that Vash "can't take care of us", insinuating that Wolfwood is also a child that Vash couldn't rescue.

Whether this is something Vash knows or something Knives only knows is pretty vague here. While Knives is setting the scene he's not reaching too far off from vash's own guilt and doubts, he's amplifying what Vash already feels (more about that here)

So maybe a part of Vash knows that Wolfwood is also a child, which wouldn't be surprising from his interactions with him so far.

and hey, if u think that these interaction seem "normal" I'm cool if this somehow ends up spilling into the idea that Vash interacts with everyone like they're children, seems befitting of an ancient creature like himself.

[biscuits-of-bagend]

DnDoc, The God of Rock 'n' Roll #6 - The Devil Turned the Level to Eleven

Part 1 Part 5

Previous stories: DnDoc, Coming Home DnDoc, Space Band DnDoc, A Man's a Man

God of Rock & Roll by McFly

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The Doctor turned from The Gorr back towards the console. The Doctor's back had tensed after the voice had ceased, aware there was someone behind him, and the look of horror on The Gorr's face as they looked past him had told him who it was.

   "Hello, Maestro," said the Doctor, gritting his teeth.

   Their dress was deep blue and purple with dotted bright lights, swirling like the vortex itself. They smirked and whipped their enormous plait of red hair behind their ear.

   "Hello again, Doctor. I see you've met Gorry." Their voice rang even as they spoke, overflowing with all the musical energy they'd absorbed throughout their time on Earth.

   "Go away, Maestro," said The Gorr. They guided Jordan towards Rogue and Ruby and stepped back up towards the console to stand level with the Doctor.

   Slowly, purposefully, Maestro raised one eyebrow. "Are you going to make me go away, Gorry? You're pathetic. You're a mess. What in all the dimensions do you think you could possibly do to make me go away?"

   The Gorr's knuckles tensed, their shoulders hunched. Suddenly sparking black energy shot out of their back. A tendril of the energy snaked toward each of the Doctor, Rogue, Ruby and Jordan, and materialised as instruments in their hands. A guitar each for Rogue and Jordan, a keyboard for Ruby and what could only be described as a wearable percussion kit wrapped around the Doctor.

   "I look like a one man band," he muttered.

   "PLAY FOR ME!" The Gorr screamed.

   "Very Metallica that scream," Rogue mumbled, his fingers beginning a chain of chords.

   As they got started on their instruments - Jordan went straight in with the 'Johnny B. Goode' intro riff - The Gorr started to chase Maestro around the room. They hurled black rock 'n' roll energy at them, but the arcing branches of it just got sucked up into Maestro's vortex dress and disappeared.

   "Shit, I'm feeding them! Doctor, what do I do?"

   The Doctor had just about got his bearings and was playing a steady beat, trying not to lose his place by making sudden movements. He shouted over without looking up. "You are literally a God. How should I know if you don't?"

   The sonic screwdriver jumped out of the Doctor's pocket, presumably piloted by the sonic cloud, and started zipping around the room. It had plenty of charge in it, plenty of energy to fuel The Gorr with, but The Gorr was right, it was just going to go straight into Maestro and make them stronger.

   "I did warn you," said Maestro. They were standing with their weight more on one leg than the other and their arms folded. "You're useless, remember? And please, you're barely feeding me. Everything you touch turns to sheer chaos. This is not music."

   The Doctor gasped, the seed of an idea starting to form. "You're right, it is barely music. Just a couple of chords on loop and a bunch of people screaming."

   The Gorr looked round at the Doctor, tilting their head to the side. "What are you talking about? Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution, dude."

   "It is if you hate it," said the Doctor. He raised one of his drumsticks and pummelled it into the nearest drum - a snare as it turned out. He whacked it over and over again, vaguely in a rhythm but nothing remotely dynamic.

   Maestro retched.

   "Oh." The Gorr's eyes widened. They started doing some nu-metal screaming vocals, and from behind himself the Doctor heard Ruby tapping completely random keys. He turned around and saw Rogue putting his whole right arm into striking the strings, windmilling needlessly but just because it looked cool. Jordan started doing the Chuck Berry duckwalk thing. He missed a couple of notes because of it but the joy on his face as he played and played - it was like poison to Maestro.

   They continued like this, rocking out with all the fire in their hearts, all the pain, the worst of them, the best, the best, the best of them. After the initial shock, Maestro hardened their heart and didn't seem to be as affected by it, but every so often a particularly ragged chord change would make them wince, so the Doctor shouted at the newly formed band to keep it going.

   Maestro meanwhile sang utterly compelling, perfect scales over the top of them. It seemed to be like a shield, but from the strain on their face it was clear it took it out of them too. The sonic cloud was eating it up and mirroring it back to them. When was the last time Maestro offered a gift of music to anyone, let alone a sonic cloud with the appetite of a border collie?

   On they fought, staggering around the TARDIS. Occasionally Maestro made for the door, but the sonic cloud, powered up like a student on ten cups of coffee, held the doors shut fast. Eventually, Jordan seemed to be starting to flag, exhaustion threatening to overpower him whenever he saw how much the others were struggling. Maestro caught his eye and smirked.

   They looked round at The Gorr. "See, Gorry, this one's still as weak as you found him. You can't even heal one lonely broken-"

   But at that moment Maestro saw a shape flying wildly towards them. Jordan had run, and jumped, and now he was bearing down on Maestro, hair splayed around him, guitar high above his head. His shoulders tensed as he brought his guitar down, down, gathering speed and gravity, until he smashed his guitar directly into Maestro's head.

   The jarring feedback screeched as Maestro screamed and collapsed to the floor. The music stopped, the only sounds shards of wood and string clattering onto the ground and Jordan landing in a heap on his back.

   The Gorr gaped at Jordan as he picked himself up. They grinned and said, "Yo, dude, that was so rock 'n' roll!"

   Jordan panted, but put his fist on his chest and thwacked his clavicle. "But it came from here. The fire… here. In ME!"

   Then he staggered sideways and leaned against the railing. The Gorr came over and wrapped him in a hug. "I am so fucking proud of you, man. I've nothing left to teach."

   Jordan's head shot up. "You're not leaving now, are you?"

   "Your drum-thrashing friend is right." The Gorr gestured towards the Doctor. "This door's too dangerous to leave open. You gotta hold onto that fire without me, okay, bud? You gotta live for you. You promise me?"

   Jordan had started to cry, but he nodded and gripped onto The Gorr's forearm. "I promise, I promise."

   The Gorr kissed him on the forehead, then gave him one final hug and stepped back. They sank their tendrils of energy into Maestro's dress before Maestro could come back to consciousness, then threw both themself and Maestro, tumbling end over end, back through the holes in the TARDIS walls. The glass picked itself back up and closed the gaps, turning back to warm, steady round-things.

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Part 7

@off-traveling-in-the-stars @casavanse @monster-donut @randomwholocker (let me know at any point if you no longer wish to be tagged in each post)

[thetarttfuldickhead]

"I’m not even a hardcore shipper but what the hell am I supposed to do when the when “let’s get lost, let’s get lost in each others arms” plays over Roy and Jamie biking away from the windmill? Hmm?"

bro exactly 😂 like I wasn't against the ship, not a notp, but I didn't actively ship the pair at all or anything. but it's like, what am I supposed to do!! how can I not fall for this now!! you can lead me to water and damn I will drink okay!

You cannot be blamed or faulted in any way, dear nonny! This episode was a whole new level, that’s for sure (particularly, I feel, with the shared look and smile in front of the windmill and then the music starts playing… I mean, come on, what WAS that? Up until then it could have been just two buddies being buddies, but that just read a little too goddamned romantic to me. Doesn’t mean I think it’s intended to be read that way, by the by, but even so).

To be honest, I did ship them before… but a little hesistantly? Like, with how complex and gorgerous and layered their relationship is, I wasn’t – and am still not, if I’m being honest – sure I want or need romance and sex thrown in there as well. Sometimes I think that the inclusion of that tends to overshadow other aspects and reduce the relationship to being primarily about this one thing? I wouldn’t want that, not when we have the way Roy is obviously something of a paternal influence on Jamie, but Jamie is the only one of the players that quite often take the role of Roy’s peer? The way Roy’s being the only person Jamie is still a bit of a prick to at times, but also the person Jamie actively seeks out to comfort and help? How Roy is far rougher on Jamie than on anyone else, still thinks him a prima donna and fragile little bitch, but also pays him so much attention? Is willing to sacrifiece sleep and so much of his time to train him? Quoting one Jamie Tartt, “that’s mad, innit?”.

So I kind of want them to grow into something more, but I’m also resisting the idea that romance would actually be more. Romance and/or sex to me isn’t some higher order of relationship, not something necessarily deeper or more meaningful that any other strong relationship. I like what we have. I think is plenty.

But, okay, Roy and Jamie kissing would objectively be really, really hot, so of course I want that! They’d be such an interesting couple! Give me that! But maybe don’t! It’s complicated.

Now, Roy and Jamie and Keeley I ship unreservedly. This is the endgame I want (although one I deem sadly unprobably, if not wholly hopeless!). You might questions why my potential objections against Jamie x Roy don’t apply here, and that’s very fair and I don’t have a good answer, except there’s something about there being three of them that changes the dynamic to make it inherently complex and intriguing and yeah, that’s vague, but that’s what I’ve got.

Thank you for the ask, nonny - and happy shipping!

[frodo-with-glasses]

Discord Highlights: Theodoc "Trotter" Brandybuck

From a discussion on 4/28/23

Windmill to the Stars:

I've heard vague references to a letter Tolkien wrote to a fan (not included in the volume of the Letters) in which he told her that Merry named at least one son "Periadoc." I kind of like it, especially if the "Per" part is related to "Peregrin" or "Periannath"! What do y'all think? Does this go with the other headcanons we came up with about Merry's kids?

InvisibleWashboard:

I can see it! May steal it and replace one of the other son’s names I have in my one-shot about all his babies!

Me:

Merry and Perry 👀

InvisibleWashboard:

It’s maybe a little too cutesy with the rhyming but I kind of like it, not gonna lie.

Windmill to the Stars:

And Pippin's son Ferry

Me:

THE TRIFECTA IS COMPLETE

meg is me:

It's all -erry

Me:

Always has been

meg is me:

You know what must be done now

Me:

It is done

Windmill to the Stars:

Suddenly imagining the next generation in the Shire with Perry and Ferry and the Master of Buckland and the Thain (and idk if Frodo Gardner follows his dad in becoming the mayor of Hobbiton.)

Me:

Okay wait: Is Periadoc Merry’s first son, or is Theodoc?? This is very important to me

Kasey Gondor:

twins

InvisibleWashboard:

Theodoc is for sure the oldest, at least in my head.

Writing Valkyrie:

Theodoc born first by several minutes

Me:

I LOVE THIS TWINS HECK YEAH Poor Estella, her first pregnancy and it's twins LOL 🤣

Windmill to the Stars:

Technically she could have older daughters but yeah I think we said before his sons were first

InvisibleWashboard:

I've always imagined he had a set of twins, but it was the last two kids he had. Estella was like, "We've had a bunch of boys, let me try and give you your Eowyn. One more!" Then it ends up being twins, but they don't know. A boy is born first, and they're like, "Yay, another kid, but this is kind of a bummer because we REALLY wanted a girl." And then, BOOM. Surprise daughter! And Merry is just over the moon

Me:

ACK THAT'S SO CUTE

Windmill to the Stars:

How many sons total does Merry have now??

Me:

Yes X-D

Windmill to the Stars:

I mean he's not gonna beat Sam probably but still

Me:

He has yes amount of sons

Writing Valkyrie:

All of his sons are his.

Me:

This is true! Accurate statement!

InvisibleWashboard:

I have 6 sons, one daughter in my one-shot that I've written. A boatload of kids, but not a cruise ship like the Gamgee's.

Me:

cruise ship 🤣🤣

Writing Valkyrie:

He needs it. They'd sink a boat.

meg is me:

Which of Pippin or Merry's kids (her honorary cousins) do you headcanon Elanor is closest to?

[There was much discussion in response to this question, but I'm cutting most of it for the sake of time lol]

Windmill to the Stars:

Depending on how old Periadoc and Theodoc are they could be closer to Elanor

Theodoc seems like he should be a bit adventurous And Elanor as well, so maybe they bond over that

Elanor moving into the Tower Hills with her husband but they always welcome her favorite cousin Theodoc who brings them gifts from his adventures

Theodoc is borderline a Knight Errant

Theodoc rides horses and boats with equal ease, he has his own nickname in Bree

meg is me:

What is it

Windmill to the Stars:

. . . Good question

meg is me:

and can he ride barrels

InvisibleWashboard:

Yes, this is the important question.

Windmill to the Stars:

Of course he can!

meg is me:

Yisss

Writing Valkyrie:

He teaches little Bilbo how

Me:

Bilbo Jr. WOULD take up boating just to give his poor mother a heart attack

Windmill to the Stars:

Amendment: he has like 5 nicknames in Bree Theodoc becomes actual Trotter

Me:

Minus the wooden feet, I hope??

Windmill to the Stars:

Oooh yes, definitely! 😬

Me:

I mean…it wouldn’t be so bad if Theodoc was born disabled and still had an adventurous spirit. Kinda rad, actually.

Windmill to the Stars:

Ahhh that's true! New hc

[Bonus]

Windmill to the Stars:

I'm getting way carried away with this, Theodoc wasn't my idea

Me:

Theodoc is OUR idea Communism

Kasey Gondor:

Windmill to the Stars is @windmilltothestars, InvisibleWashboard is @invisiblewashboard, Writing Valkyrie is @writingvalkyrie, Kasey Gondor is @captaingondor, and meg is me does not have tumblr :-3

[jaywings]

WIP tag game - tagged by @gonturan0

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

are we sure we want all my WIPs? Most of these are vague, undeveloped ideas but here we go I guess

Psychonauts:

Windmills of the Mind (jumble of snippets and ideas for that one-shot collection)

psychonauts under attack

Werewolf Raz

hydrokinesis

whispering rock next

Sasha's mistake

Psychonauts Christmas

The Girl with Kaleidoscope Eyes

ace raz

Other:

Misc Invader Zim

Written on the Bathroom Walls (IZ)

dominator is bad news (Wander Over Yonder)

Bruno is home (Encanto)

Echoes of the Future (Clone Wars)

midnight story (Mouse Guard)

Frattura (Portal, sequel to Cieco)

little nightmares

teen titans

coraline fic

Misc Dark Crystal

Her Light Returned (Dark Crystal, next chapter)

Crossover:

Be Careful Making Wishes in the Dark rewrite/comic (notes for a project that will... likely never happen)

The New Client (Grim Fandango/Psychonauts)

pn/portal

encanto/pn crossover

Psychetale (Psychonauts/Undertale)

DW/IZ crossover

InvaderNauts (Invader Zim/Psychonauts)

InvaderTale (notes and scripts)

The Doom Crystal (Invader Zim/The Dark Crystal)

IZ/Courage the Cowardly Dog

[writer59january13]

Still wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog

just me and mine dark shadow

slinking along outer limits of

the edge of night doth blog

passivity, the path

of least resistance ohm my dog,

shocking voltage amply

surges an emphatic YES,

verboten fruit adrip

with succulent juices as eggnog,

a legitimately valid

reason and rhyme to flog

reprobate yours truly

figuratively doth emasculate, thee catchword to extricate

being emotionally hogtied warrants immediate attention, regarding consummating series

of prurient disadvantageous

née self destructive events.

The best idea to expound upon, while attempting creative

exuding genital intonations to jog

all mein kampf,

I felt like a bump on a log

please... don't be hesitant

not to reserve judgement towards this miscreant husband

whom identifies himself

as a dirt Poe imp of the pervert

analogous to rumpelstiltskin fable

whereby Lothario wannabe boasts stud deed fallaciousness,

whose noggin of mine

shaped as an egghead

topped off with pinhead blocked nog,

one aging long haired pencil neck geek

never reached maturity forever a pollywog

until froggy went a courtin' into marital quagmire

woody peckerhead did slog.

More clearly, plainly and succinctly,

one groveling, non-feeling, and sniveling

poor excuse for masculinity, (and upstanding laughingstock

regarding spindleshanks), I continually experience

unrepentant (unforgivable) humility, futility, and disrepectability hence lame justification Matthew Scott Harris sought adultery, cuckoldry, effrontery...,

which unwise choices attempted (pun intended) to fill a void

sexual propensity linkedin with precepts

attributed courtesy Sigmund Freud,

though skepticism skirted

shirked getting caught red handed

sneaky shenanigans employed

barenaked lady hardcore psychoanalysis

downplayed, or Oedipus complex

shrugged off Fountainhead (heavier imposition versus Atlas shrugged) fails to bridge (do not as Kwai)

any heavy mettle alloyed

within me psyche,

and windmills of my mind.

Handy dandy blues clues

existential mid life crisis

lacked absolute zero justification why yours truly fraught

with hormonal secretion

embarked on warpath for concupiscence

gallivanting, frolicking, engineering

foot loose and fancy free

sabotaged matrimonial covenant, whereby I regularly posted and answered

personal classified advertisement

with popular Craigslist website,

thus no surprise when presto digitation,

I met gal headquartered in Coatesville or Downingtown;

she drove to Evansburg State Park

rearing to tame bucking bronco (me)

quashing, invalidating, contravening...

conjugal contractual obligation

renting asunder mine vocalized vow

to remain faithful thru thick and/or thin

seeking alternative orgasmic opportunity

feeble minded excuse

regarding irreconcilable differences

a vague catchall phrase

antithetical contrary to pledged troth,

embarking on maiden voyage

nsync with barenaked lady

partaking moist and meaty tender vittles.

I feebly attempted to compensate

for dearth of absent teenage

Ninja mutant turtles

reptile brain and brawn bravado

investigated dating app experiences,

thus violated wedded vow think tryst I yearned, trended and jump/kick started

Casanova paramour wannabe years later subsequently

regretted quintessentially philandering

utterly disgusted at my illicit behavior

and negligence neglecting

attentiveness to offspring and spouse

forswore doting upon then

high school age daughters,

rightfully thee eldest one

(born 12/22/1996) still pissed

and compromised, jeopardized, and undermined paternal priority spawning

selfish prurient dalliances,

I das scribe, how now

brown cow objectionable frolicking courtesy Sly

And The Family Stone

payback a bitch, cuz I feel in funky (flunky) mood,

verses when scads of Earth orbitz ago, (round about January two thousand and ten)

he profusely kissed

mouth of other voluptuous (zoftig) older women (consensually, flatteringly, indiscriminately)

and amazingly, kindly, thankfully... enough

in due time spouse did willingly insist

to forgive, boot never forget

long since discounting

divorce from wife

nevertheless, remaining thermally uncoupled mandated unconditional armistice

eventually note hissed

matter of fact I dreamt at time these lines penned (then earlier today that May twenty ninth two thousand and twenty two), the gist

regarding soldier of self made misfortune

toying and tinkering harming self

casually eyed sharp pointed objects offered especial attraction

pondering hoop fully connive fist

(cuffed) around handles of cutlery

at primal, gonadal,

and brutal predilections

now... finding very little reason to exist,

hence understandably dissed

(until death do me part)

unbridled love and apology

toward thee missus and progeny,

who forever did blacklist

writ blood ginned curses

with will.i.am blackened barbs.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder,

thus very little paternal

(filial) love expressed

and she chose to live yonder Oakland, California

her then temporary dwelling

no matter, her papa

blatantly confessed depravity

YES, more'n his eye did wonder.

At present petty coated junction

non petty irreparable schism

doth rank as horrendous on par me adopting fascism

forever sullied image ("daddy's girl"), who once thought the world of me

selfish misdeeds done dirt cheap

buzzfeeding swelling egoism

no more how enlightened I became

ex post facto, pure unconditional acceptance

refracted light risqué behavior thru prism

where primary parental accountability not satisfactorily explained away courtesy

Darwinism (to con seed genes), nor chauvinism,

whereby ever since time immemorial repentance will forever be belabored

by me flagrantly disregarding monogamy

courtesy hardened libido

making mockery and travesty marital covenant.

[ampedupkaon]

World of Our Own Chapter 4

Title: Disaster's in the air

AN: Do not be alarmed by the title. No death and nastiness in this one. This chapter isn't from Annie's point of view like the rest of it. It's from Derieri's. You'll see why when you read it.

Derieri was comfortable. It was a lazy morning. There had been lots of those lately, lazy mornings where she'd done little but lie in bed. And there was no need to get up and do anything. It was... maddening at times. And sometimes, like when she had a lovely warm companion cuddled up to her... it was nice. Sadly, her lovely warm companion wasn't lying with her at the moment. They'd both gotten dressed, expecting Annie, the girl who'd befriended them, to visit.

“It's warmer over here.” She teased, considering her lovely warm companion was currently sitting by the fire.

“Probably, but looking into the flames helps me think.” Monspeet told her, glancing at her over his shoulder.

“You've been thinking a lot lately.” She answered him.

“Lots of time to think about things.” His gaze once more returned to the fire and Derieri let her eyes fall shut.

“Attention, all members of the Ten Commandments! Your first priority, above any other you might imagine you have is to regroup at Camelot!” Derieri jumped a little hearing Zeldris' command in her head.

“You heard that too, right?” Monspeet answered her with a nod.

“Are we going?” She asked. She had no desire to move right now; she was comfortable.

“No. I'm not telling him that though. Lord knows what he would do to us.” She had a vague idea, and it would be very painful.

“Then, what are we going to do?” She asked.

“I... I would like to meet with him to discuss something.” Derieri made an inquisitive noise, but Monspeet didn't elaborate further.

“I'll come with. Where?”

“Not Camelot. How about... the mountains near the village with the windmills?” She nodded in answer.

“Monspeet... Derieri. Answer me!!” Zeldris sounded annoyed and slightly panicked. He was... was he concerned for them? Surely not.

“Yes Zeldris?” She answered.

“You are alive. Why did you ignore my summons?” His anger had dissipated slightly, but was still there, simmering just under the surface.

“Monspeet and I have something to discuss with you.” She told him.

“Discussions can happen at Camelot.” Zeldris' tone brokered no argument.

“Fine. We'll be there later today.” Derieri then heard knocking on the door and Monspeet telling the source of the knocking to come in. Annie pushed the door open, her cheeks a little pink.

“A girl shouldn't go lounging around dressed like that!” Derieri shrugged, not sure what the problem was. She had darkness covering her sex; what was the problem? She glanced over at Annie, seeing a basket in her hands. Baskets meant food and Derieri was hungry.

“I brought you some food and wine.” So, that's what she meant by treats. Derieri thought, making her way over to investigate the basket.

“Thanks for always doing that.”

“It's no problem. You two don't exactly have any money... and I'm not sure they'd let you buy food even if you did.” Annie whispered the second sentence, but Derieri heard her because she was standing close. Ooh! There's some of that bread with herbs in that I like! Derieri fished the bread out and started munching on it.

“Both of us have to head out soon. We'll get the rest if we come back.” She wasn't sure she liked the 'if' in Monspeet's words.

“What do you mean 'if'? You're not leaving are you?” Annie looked concerned and upset.

“We've got to go to Camelot.” Derieri told her.

“You'll be back though, right?”

“Hopefully by this evening. It's not far when you're flying.” If we don't get killed during this discussion with Zeldris... Derieri thought, not daring to voice her fears in case they came true.

“If we aren't back in a couple of days... you can take the things back.” She knew why Monspeet said that. He had the same fears she did; that the discussions might kill them.

“If you can you are coming back though, right? You're my friends and... I'd miss you; even if no one else in the village would.”

“In case we can't come back... thanks for everything.” Derieri felt slightly upset.

“Yes, thank you for looking after us, Annie.”

“I'd like to think that anyone would have done what I did... but I know that isn't true.” Derieri knew she was right. The rest of villagers didn't trust them.

“Safe travels, both of you.” They both said thank you and Annie headed off back home. Monspeet gave Derieri a look.

“We'd best leave everything here, hadn't we?” She nodded, before scrambling to remove the clothes. She would have sworn his cheeks flushed before he turned around. She left the clothes on the bed, darkness covering her form. When she turned around his form was covered only by darkness as well. Her brain reminded her that meant he was naked... and she'd saw what that darkness hid. She'd... she'd liked it; she'd admit that to herself if not out loud.

“Shall we be off?” He asked, holding out a hand for her. She took hold of it, heading outside. She felt a small pang of sadness but pushed it away. She would be coming back. Her wings sprouted almost immediately after his, both of them flying south towards Camelot. She would have sworn she saw Annie waving, but didn't dare wave just in case she was mistaken. She heard shouts from the villagers, calling them monsters and freaks; just like they normally did.

“Ignore them. They are only frightened because they don't understand.”

“They don't want to understand either.” He nodded in agreement with her. They didn't say much on the way to Camelot, because there wasn't much which needed to be said. They knew Zeldris wished to speak to them and they wished they knew what for.

“That's impressive.” Derieri remarked upon seeing Camelot castle. It appeared to be the only thing still standing; everything else rubble.

“Zeldris will be in the castle, claiming this city was important, after all.” She knew that; it had been why Zeldris had been the one to go that way once they'd 'killed' Meliodas. They had heard about the fall of Camelot... but they hadn't expected it to be so... ruined by the battle. They reached the main castle building, heading inside. They could sense one powerful dormant energy, along with three powerful active ones. The three active ones were all close together, so they headed that way. It surprised Derieri not at all to find Zeldris in the throne room, perched on the throne. What did surprise her was the two other powerful beings.

“Bow before Lord Zeldris!” She did so, Monspeet quickly copying her. You didn't disobey an order from the teachers of the princes. She'd heard tell they originally held all ten commandments between the two of them; so had to be incredibly strong.

“I believe you had something you wished to discuss with me.” Zeldris remarked, fidgeting a little. This went unnoticed by the pair of them; as they were still kneeling down. Monspeet shuddered a little, so she could tell he was nervous about saying whatever it was. Derieri wasn't scared, though.

“I wish to return my commandment to you.” Monspeet gave her an incredulous look, but she wasn't sure why.

“What? You wish to give up the fight when victory is so close?” That was Chandler, who looked a little despondent when Derieri glanced up. Then again, he was Meliodas' teacher and Meliodas had betrayed them all.

“It's already won, isn't it?” She pointed out, now lifting her head. Monspeet did the same, still seeming shocked.

“No. But you are fortunate. I had intended for you to return so I could claim your commandments anyway. That you've both made the journey saves me the job of tracking you down.”

“B-but Lord Zeldris... surely they must continue to fight along side you?”

“Are you doubting your battle prowess Cusack?” Derieri resisted the urge to smirk at how quickly the pink haired man changed his tune.

“Of course not! I just believe that having two more powerful fighters at your side would surely be of benefit to you.” Derieri noticed that Monspeet wasn't saying anything and that was slightly worrying.

“Is that what you wished to discuss with me as well, Monspeet?” Zeldris completely ignored Cusack, much to Derieri's amusement.

“It was.” Was his answer.

“So... you've both lost the will to fight.”

“I have no reason to. Everything I could be fighting for is already with me.” Monspeet's words made Derieri's heart start beating a funny rhythm. What could he mean by that? Surely he didn't mean her, did he? She only got him into scrapes and trouble... Zeldris' eyes widened slightly at his words.

“Outside, both of you. I need those commandments of yours. I don't need two demons who no longer wish to fight.” Derieri and Monspeet stood up, before following Zeldris outside. Both Cusack and Chandler followed them quite quickly.

“Yours are not the first commandments returned to me today.”

“If I get my hands on that giant and fairy...” Cusack grumbled. Drole and Gloxinia turned traitor then. Derieri thought.

“You wish to give me your commandments, do you not?” Both of them nodded.

“We shall see.” Zeldris' hands raised, starting to do some movements in time with his words.

“Wozen meihen ka ishuma no jimeu!” Derieri felt a strange nausea go through her, like she wanted to get something out of her... but nothing came up. She realised she'd closed her eyes then.

“So, you both did want to give them up.” She opened her eyes, seeing two purple floating orbs in front of her. The first had a symbol on it which she only ever saw on her cheek when she looked at her reflection... so had to be Purity. The second... she'd only ever saw that symbol on Monspeet's cheek. Reticence.

“And now I have these, I see no reason for the two of you to linger here. Go back to wherever it was you were. I hope our paths do not cross again... because I cannot guarantee your safety if they do.” Zeldris turned and headed inside the castle.

“We're... we're free?” She asked.

“Let me look at you, that will answer the question.” His voice sounded excited; something she wasn't sure she'd heard before. She turned to look at him and... her heart did something funny. His eyes were the colour of flickering flames and...

“Beautiful...” Her cheeks flushed, sure he hadn't meant her to hear that. She... she vaguely recalled her eyes were violet beneath the darkness normally covering them.

“Come on! We need to get out of here!” She lightly punched his arm. He winced, though she knew she hadn't hit him that hard. He reached out his arm towards her, offering her his hand to hold. She took hold without hesitation. She could have sworn her heart skipped a beat when their fingers touched; which was weird. She'd held his hand before, not that long ago even. Why would her heart start turning flips at... oh. Oh. She didn't have her commandment any more. Her heart had grown accustomed to ignoring the fluttering feelings of... of... whatever, she didn't know.

“Deri... you alright?” He asked.

“Yeah. Come on, let's go.” She sprouted her wings and took off. He quickly copied, else be carried along as dead weight. She was strong enough to lift him after all. Bet you wouldn't mind him in your arms right now. Especially since you know he's naked under that darkness. Her head prompted, 3000 years of repressed lust apparently making itself known. Yeah, Monspeet was a guy. Yeah, he was hot... but he wasn't interested in her that way, was he? No. She was his friend, someone for him to look after. Not a potential bed mate. You do share a bed with him though... She shook herself, focusing on the feeling of flying and what she could see below her.

“You know... we might get back in time to watch the sun set.” They had done that before, watched the sun dip below the horizon. It had felt nice cuddling up to him, watching the sun go down.

“I'd like that.” He grinned softly and... Derieri wasn't sure she'd ever saw him do that. Sure enough, the sun was low in the sky when the village was in sight. Thankfully, no one was around to watch them land. It might have been... a little awkward. Neither of them were wearing clothes after all.

AN: Deri's just starting to realise she's got a handsome man with her... and he appears to like her... Annie's going to have fun with that! Title of this chapter is from 'Can you feel the love tonight?' again (I said it wouldn't be the only chapter title from that song!)

[enigmasong]

Just after the first Uta flashback episode came out, an anon asked me if I thought the big windmills of Windmill village that got revealed in those episodes could have something to do with the Void Century - and I think I'm properly able to give my analysis on that idea now.

I certainly think it's possible: they old and clearly unused by Windmill village or Goa Kingdom, but still well maintained. And we have to assume at this point, with the clear symbolism of the dawn to the mystery of the VC that there is something more to the island being named Dawn than just it being the 'dawn' on the story.

Plus, there's the fact that Dragon's from there and he clearly has wind based powers (most likely a logia type wind-wind fruit) that would be absolutely perfect for making that massive line of windmills go all at once.

So there is certainly a looming question of what those windmills power at the very least.

---

But there's something else with Dawn Island that I believe could also tie into the VC and that's the symbol of Goa Kingdom.

Because one: it's one of the few individual kingdoms with a clearly defined symbol.

But also: doesn't that symbol look like a shooting star? A falling sun, you might say?

(The wiki assumes that the version worn on clothing that's a citrus slice with three feathers is the main symbol and that this is the stylized interpretation, but I have to disagree and say they have it backwards.)

Considering Goa is part of the World Government, whom is pretty well established to have been the belligerent of the VC war, if Dawn Island has something to do with Joyboy/Nika's side, a falling sun is some pretty on the nose symbolism.

Not to mention that the building itself is pretty clearly built as a fortress.

---

So on one hand, we've got this fortress city of an unknown age that's directly connected with the WG with a symbol that could be interpreted (and I want to stress that word here) as antithesis to the name of the very island it calls its home.

And on the other, we've got a mysterious line of windmills, also of an unknown age, that we don't know what they power.

There are certainly lines, however vague, that can be drawn together here.

So my hypothesis here would be that the windmills powered something that the people who would go on to form the WG would consider concerning enough to build up a military fortress at the same location.

I don't think it'd be some kind of weapon, though, since the windmills are very homely without any clear line of defensive/offensive protection.

[foilfreak]

4 Lords Raise Rose AU Ideas

Not a single person asked for this, but that other post where I talk about the 4 lords adopting Rose but still technically being terrible people got way more popular than I expected it to, so, with about 6 shots of tequila in my system and a terrible urge to spit my thoughts out for all the internet to see and judge, I’ve decided to make a follow up post. Here’s how I think the 4 lords would take care of Rose in the event they rebelled against Mother Miranda and decided to raise Rose as their own instead, but like under the cut after a little bit cuz i accidentally went way too fucking hard with this and I don’t want ppl to get mad at me for making them scroll for an hour to get past this post:

First and foremost, I think they’d do it in stages, and what I mean by this is that Rose would essentially be given to a specific Lord for some period of her life, like a couple years, and then when she was deemed old or strong or annoying enough, she’d be moved to a different lord for some period of time and so on and so forth. They would do this because a) they all live in different areas and have shit to do so it’s easier to have Rose live with one lord at a time and then the other lords can just go visit her there from time to time, rather than try to work out a weekly custody schedule which we all know Alcina and Karl would NEVER be able to agree on so let’s not even bother, and b) because each lord would have either some skill or set of knowledge that would make them the best for caring for Rose at that specific point in her life. This way, all the lords have a (somewhat) equal chance to be a part of Rose’s life and teach her something while she’s with them. So with all that in mind now, let’s get down to who would have Rose and at what point in her life.

1. Starting off with infant Rose, I think she’d end up with the Dimitrescu’s for the first few years of her life, and the reason why I think this is because... well, Alcina IS already a mother to 3 girls, and while we don’t know a terrible amount about Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela’s “upbringing” under Alcina, we can gleam and theorize from her notes that, despite their fully grown bodies, the girls could very well have started out with the mental and physical capabilities of infants, and thus needed to be cared for and brought up in a similar manner as infants or children until they reached a certain point where they could officially be considered adults in mentality and ability, not just in physical appearance. So with this in mind, it’s entirely possible that Alcina could have at least some vague idea of how to care for an infant child through her experiences with the bug sisters; perhaps there’s some gaps in her knowledge, but if nothing else I imagine Alcina would be an infant Rose’s best shot at surviving infancy if only because the other 3 are so incompetent on how to care for a baby that Alcina looks like an expert in comparison. Not to mention that, of the possible locations for an infant to be raised, I do genuinely think that castle Dimitrescu would be the safest place for Rose to be kept during this vulnerable part of her life. Not only that but if Alcina has actually come to care for Rose as though she were one of her own daughters, then she would absolutely spoil Rose rotten with all the nicest clothes and fanciest toys, things that a small infant wouldnt be able to appreciate but would show that she’s loved and cared for nonetheless, and don’t even get me started on the bug sisters, I could see them fawning over Rose for hours on end, playing with her, singing to her, telling her stories of all the man-things they’ve gotten to play with today, and so much more. Overall, Rose would just be the most spoiled and pampered little baby with the Dimitrescus and there’s no changing my mind about this. The only thing I’m struggling to wrap my head around is how they’d feed her, since I doubt a small infant would take very well to blood wine and human flesh. I suppose it wouldn’t be terribly outrageous for them to hire a wet nurse/nanny to care for Rose during the day while the other Dimitrescus go about their daily duties, and when Rose is finally old enough to be introduced to solid food (I.e. fried human flesh cubes) they could do what they always do and turn the nurse into wine too, I guess. It’s not a solid idea but it’s more plausible than anything else I thought of so it’ll work!

2. After spending about 3 years with the Dimitrescus, Rose would then be moved to the Beneviento house. Now, If u don’t know anything about 3 year olds, then you’re probably ignorant to the fact that they are some of the craftiest, sneakiest, and most coniving groups of people to exist on this planet. 3 year olds are masters at getting into and touching just about anything and everything u don’t want them to touch, and worst of all, u won’t realize what they’re doing until they’ve already done it and left a huge mess behind, so while the Dimitrescus love and adore Rose dearly, they know it’s sadly time to hand her over when they find her sitting on top of a pile of dead bodies playing with a metal scythe in the dungeons. Once Rose is dropped off at the Beneviento house, I imagine Donna is her usual stoic self the first few weeks Rose is with her. She’s not cold or distant necessarily, in fact she’s quite happy that it’s finally her turn with precious baby Rose, but Donna isn’t exactly known for being outwardly expressive herself (and even Angie isn’t being quite as forward as she normally is), so things are quiet and peaceful for the first little while that Rose is under her care. It’s not until Rose takes an interest in her doll Angie, and more importantly the things that Donna can do with Angie, that things really start getting fun. By the end of Rose’s first month in the Beneviento house she and Donna are the best of friends and often spend their days either playing dress up and make pretend with Donna’s extensive doll collection, or playing elaborate games of cat and mouse, where Donna will set up lots of puzzles throughout the house for Rose to find and solve (I.e. rose has to match her dress to the doll with the same one as her to find a map telling her which kitchen cabinet Donna hid the chocolate in, or something like that), but be careful little Rose, Angie has been trying to get her hands on that chocolate all day, and if u take too long, she’ll find the map first and eat all the chocolate without saving you a single piece. Just silly little puzzles with enough at stake to engage the mind of a curious 3 year old, but never enough to put rose in any actual danger. Donna is nothing if not a watchful caretaker, so she makes sure she has sight of Rose at all times, occasionally giving her a hint if she’s struggling, and perhaps occasionally making things harder if that day’s puzzle is proving too easy for her. Overall, Rose’s time with Donna, while not as grand and luxurious as the Dimitrescus, was still a fun and enriching experience for the young girl, and there’s nobody in this world who thinks that Donna’s scar is cool more than Rose.

3. After another 3 years with Donna, Rose is now 6 years old and officially far too good at puzzle solving for Donna to keep up with. No matter what she tries or how hard she makes it, Rose just keeps blazing through the puzzles at an almost alarming rate, making it clear that Rose is desperately in need of not only a change in scenery, but also a change in education, and this is where Salvatore finally comes in. After leaving the Beneviento house, I think the next logical place for Rose to stay would be with Salvatore, who, with lore hinting at him perhaps being a scholarly man of some kind, would basically act as her elementary school teacher throughout the duration of her stay. Now, to be fair, Rose could have gone to Heisenburg’s factory, but Heisenberg outright refused to take her and the other 3 lords decide that the factory is simply too dangerous for Rose rn, who thus far hasn’t shown any signs of being anything other than a normal human girl with no noticeable abilities (save for a smart mouth and a terrifying habit of popping up when least expected, a habit she mostly uses to mess with Heisenberg, much to his disdain and Lady Dimitrescu’s delight), so it is to the mutant fish man’s unimaginable delight that he is unanimously voted Roses next caretaker, and the one responsible for her basic education. Despite his initial excitement however, when Rose is finally dropped off at the windmills by Donna, Salvatore realizes that he’s not 100% sure what to do with Rose now that he has her. He’d like to get started on her education right away but at the same time he’s so fearful of Rose hating him because of his disgusting appearance that he kind of just... avoids her entirely at first. He’s never far away from the little girl and is always ready to jump to her rescue should she need it, but other than that Salvatore seldom allows himself to be seen for the first month that Rose is with him, the only sign of him still being around being the platefuls of food that mysteriously appear in Rose’s room 3 times a day, as well as the occasional shiny trinket Salvatore found and thought Rose would like. At first, rose doesn’t seem to mind being left entirely to her own devices, but after every stone, log, and rotting fish corpse within 5 miles of the lake has been turned over and thoroughly examined, Rose decides she’s had quite enough of her Uncle Sal ignoring her, prompting the headstrong little girl to go looking for him herself. She finds Salvatore hiding underneath a patch of floating algae not far away from where she was playing and all but demands that the mutant man come out of the water and give her something to do or she’d tell Mother on him. Salvatore, shocked by the small child’s fearlessly blunt request, hesitates, not wanting to frighten Rose, but ultimately relents, crawling out of the water and timidly suggesting that he teach her how to read and write. Rose quickly agrees, seeming totally unbothered by Salvatore’s grotesque appearance, and the two quickly move to the schoolroom that had been set up specifically for Rose, where Salvatore spends hours upon hours a day teaching Rose everything he knows, filling the little girl’s head up first with the basics, letters and words, then numbers and simple equations, followed later by historical dates and time periods, algebraic formulas, and classic literature analysis, then biology, chemistry, physics, astrology, calculus, ecology, and so much more. Basically, anything there is to know, Salvatore knows at least something about it and he’ll make sure that Rose knows about it too. In the 3 years Rose spends with Salvatore she goes from already sharp as a whip, to being smarter than most adults even, and Salvatore takes immense pride in how intelligent and knowledgable Rose becomes thanks to his surprisingly effective teaching style. Overall, as a caretaker, Salvatore is pretty weird and doubts himself a lot, but Rose thinks he’s funny and loves learning from him so they get along very well and she loves him very dearly! He probs teaches her to swim and fish too.

4. So another 3 years come and go with incredible speed, and its with great sadness on Salvatore’s part that Heisenberg finally comes banging on the fish man’s door, all but demanding that he now be given his turn with Rose. Now, personally, I can see several different arguments being raised by the other 3 lords over why its a terrible idea to let a 9 year old anywhere near Heisenberg, much less be given into his care fully. After about 9 years of seeing his siblings paling around with the constantly growing child, and looking like theyre having the time of their lives all the while, however, Karl decides that perhaps there’s more to this little girl than he originally thought, and, with his interest now piqued (or at the very least looking forward to pissing the other 3 off for entertainment purposes), that its only fair that he be given a turn with her now too, seeing as how he’s the only one who hasn’t been given the chance to be her caretaker yet. This naturally does NOT go over well with the other 3 lords. Alcina all but threatens to kill Karl should he step so much as within 10 ft of Rose, while Donna pipes up and demands to know what his sudden interest in Rose is. Even Salvatore, who is quick to flinch away from direct conflict, goes as far as to harshly point out the plethora of times Karl had outright denied their previous attempts to get him to engage with Rose, so why on earth would they hand her over to him now when he’s previously shown to have absolutely no interest in her? After a long spout of yelling between the 4 siblings, an agreement is reached, wherein Rose herself will be given the chance to decide whether she wants to go with Heisenberg, or whether she’ll return to one of the other 3 lords for the time being. It is to Alcina, Donna, and Salvatore’s absolute horror however, that Rose enthusiastically agrees to go with her Uncle Karl to live in his factory, and with the deal already set, the other lords can do nothing to stop her from going. The trip to drop off Rose at heisenberg’s factory is a long and arduous one, especially for Salvatore, who sobs the whole way there about Rose forgetting about him despite the young girl’s insistence that she’d visit. The first thing Karl does after officially having Rose handed over to him, is give her an extensive list of all the places in the factory in which she is under no circumstances permitted to enter without his permission (which basically only leaves the control room and the old storage closet that acts as her bedroom as viable places for Rose to go and explore). The second thing Karl does is dump her in her new storage closet bedroom and then hightail it for his workshop to work on whatever sick and twisted amalgamation he’s got cooked up this time around. At first, Rose isn’t terribly bothered by this, since she’s used to having something of an “adjustment period” when she’s with a new caretaker, but unfortunately for her, this adjustment period lasts a hell of a lot longer than the others did, and by the time 3 months of almost no meaningful contact with Karl, Rose decides to take matters into her own hands and ascends into the depths of the factory despite the express orders not to do so. Now, going back to the idea that the 4 lords are still pretty terrible people, I doubt Rose has been kept ignorant to the less savory aspects of her caretaker’s lives, and tbh she probably doesn’t think anything of the fact that the Dimitrescus makes wine out of the blood of virgin women or that Salvatore still does cadou experiments (and had her help on occasion), but I imagine even Rose would find the projects Karl works on to be at least a little

4, cont. gruesome and horrifying in nature, especially since Heisenberg is the one she knows the least about. However, instead of turning Rose away from Heisenberg, these terrifying metal creatures she sees locked up only spark her already insatiable curiosity, and by the time she finally tracks Karl down, Rose is all but trembling to learn more about this horrifyingly fascinating metal world. Unfortunately, Karl is not nearly as happy to see Rose as Rose is to see him, and the engineer all but grabs Rose by the scruff of her neck and drags her back up to the control room, yelling and screaming at her all the while about how she was explicitly instructed not to enter these parts of the factory without his permission. Needless to say that Rose does not enjoy this treatment and immediately lashes out, half out of anger and half out of confusion as to why Karl was treating her like this. He was the one who wanted her here in the first place, so why the hell was he just ignoring her now? It didn’t make any sense and it was starting to piss Rose off, so naturally the only thing left for her to do in order to solve this complicated situation would be to continue to disobey Karl until he either gave up and sent her back to one of the other lords, or finally payed some damn attention to her for once. So that’s exactly what she did. Every single day Rose left her room (which Karl kept telling himself he needed to put a lock on, but never did cuz he’s an idiot) and descended down into the depths of the factory looking for something ogle at or tinker with, and every single day Karl would track her down wherever she’d managed to get to and throw her back upstairs threatening to feed her to the lycans if she did it again. This incredibly frustrating cycle continued on for the better part of the next month or so, finally coming to a head when Rose managed to wander into the part of the factory where the... less than successful experiments got put whenever Karl doesn’t have any further use for them but is feeling too lazy to kill them off himself. Long story short, Rose runs into a Sturm that chases her around the factory, causing all manner of mayhem and destruction, and would have torn her to ribbons had it not been for Karl, who jumped in at the last second and was able to fend the damn thing off long enough for Rose to get the ever living fuck out and back up to the control room where it’s safe. There’s a lot of loud noises and explosions coming from deep within the factory that last for what feels like an eternity, but Rose doesn’t dare venture out again until everything has gone eerily quiet and a deep sense of worry has settled in the pit of her stomach over what had become of her latest caretaker. Turns out the Sturm had recognized its creator and, after watching its initial prey escape because of said creator, quickly decided that it fucking hated Karl with every fiber of its being and wanted him dead if it was the last thing it’s propellers did. Now, we all know that Karl is a big strong boy who’s more than capable of handling his own creations and taking down strong enemies, but the Sturm is a creation that even he struggles to control on good days and today is decidedly not a good day so not only does Karl not have the slightest bit of control over the death machine trying to kill him, but its also a lot stronger than Karl initially thought and apparently not picky about the method which causes Karl’s death, which is evidenced by the nearly dead Sturm ramming itself into a power generator as a final act of defiance and nearly blowing up the whole factory and everybody inside. Heisenberg is able to contain the explosion somehow but not without considerable damage to himself first. Rose is, naturally, quite horrified to find Karl passed out in the elevator that had taken him up from the lower levels of the factory where the explosion was, skin burnt nearly to a crisp in certain areas and blood pooling from just about every part of him, and immediately heads over to try and help her injured caretaker.

4, cont. again cuz I physically can’t stop myself. Now, I imagine that any normal 9 year old probably wouldnt be able to handle this sort of situation in any meaningful way, but i think we can all agree that Rose is the furthest thing from normal (especially considering who raised her) and has probably seen enough blood and gore to not be terribly freaked out by it, but this is where things get a little speculative because we don’t know what Rose’s powers are exactly but we do know from the final cutscene that she does have them, perhaps even a plethora of abilities, and I like to think that some of those powers are related to Ethan’s superhuman healing capabilities, but unlike Ethan however, who from what we’ve seen could only heal himself, Rose can actually heal other people (tho this isn’t something she’s aware of at this point in time). The second the elevator door opens to reveal, what looks to be, a half-dead Karl slumped over in the corner, Rose panics and runs to him, doing everything she can think of save for maybe grabbing him by the collar or slapping him across the face, to try and get Karl to wake up, except nothing works, he wont wake up no matter how hard Rose tries and i imagine this must be incredibly distressing for Rose who never intended for something like this to happen or for her caretaker to die because he had to protect her even tho he told her not to go down there because its dangerous and anything down there WOULD kill her if given the opportunity. Anyways Rose is now full on sobbing on top of Karl like only a 9 year old who just discovered that her actions have consequences can, but unbeknownst to her (and technically Karl cuz he’s a little busy bleeding out all over the floor) Karl’s wounds are slowly beginning to close, the burns on his face and hands shift from a bright red to a dark brown before crusting over and flaking off, and even his breathing, which had been labored and inconsistent at first, began to level out slightly. Karl woke up not long after that and was surprised to find that a) he was still alive, which was cool, b) he was injured but not in indescribable pain, also cool, and c) there was a literal sobbing child all but sitting on top of him, which is definitely not something Karl was expecting but he supposed he’s been met with worse things upon waking up after almost dying so why question it. After taking a moment to gather their bearings, the two return to the safer parts of the factory to rest and recover and for the most part this little incident of their’s goes largely unspoken, with Rose not exactly in the mood to talk about how her disobedience nearly got herself and Karl killed, and Karl being too fucking tired to go after her about it, especially since she seems to have learned her lesson. The only downside to this whole thing is that now Karl has a busted up fuckin leg thats gonna take an eternity to heal even for him, and with so much work to still do he’s more or less forced to drag Rose around the factory and use her like the annoying assistant he never wanted (except he did want her, thats how this whole fucking mess started, you lug), except that Rose, who is more than used to playing lab assistant from her time with Salvatore, quickly proves to be a rather capable and handy person to have around, if only because she knows the difference between a philips and a flathead screwdriver even better than he does. An amicable, if still slightly awkward peace settles over Heisenberg’s factory once Karl starts actively engaging with Rose and giving her something to do on a daily basis, even if its just standing around watching him work and occasionally having her questions about what he’s doing answered. It doesn’t take very long after that for Karl to begin realizing that perhaps throwing a huge tantrum to get Rose to come here only to ditch her upstairs by herself for 3 months might not have been the smartest (or most considerate) thing he’s ever done, and even goes as far as to (kinda) apologize to Rose for being such a dick to her since she arrived.

4, last one i swear. Rose forgives him, though not before adding that she already knew he was an asshole from Alcina, which earns her a halfhearted swipe from Karl that Rose easily dodges with a childish giggle. From that point on their relationship improves astronomically as Karl finally gives in and teaches Rose about about engineering and everything else that goes into making the metal horrors that he’s known for. Karl is shocked at how quickly Rose picks up on the trade, getting to the point where Karl wonders if he should start giving Rose her own projects to work on, but quickly rolls his eyes and groans when he remember that Salvatore was the one responsible for her education up until this point, the mere thought of having to give compliments to that “moronic freak” for giving Rose such a good educational foundation makes him want to vomit despite how secretly impressed he is. Overall, Rose’s time with Heisenberg starts out shaky, very shaky even, but after a bit of disaster and some swallowing of the pride on Karl’s part, they end up growing quite close and have a nice fun Uncle and martass Neice dynamic. They make a good team and Karl does genuinely enjoy having a little assistant around to help him with his projects, even if Rose can sound a bit too much like Alcina on some days for his liking.

5. 3 more years come and go and now Rose is a strong and healthy 12 years old, perhaps riddled with a few more scars and smearings of ash and motor oil across her skin than when she first arrived but still strong and capable nonetheless. Going back to that first statement however, this of course means that it’s time for the other 3 lords to come banging on Karl’s door for a change, all but demanding that Rose be handed back over to them. Karl of course refuses, telling them all to fuck off and that Rose didn’t want a leave the factory, so upon realization that all 4 lords were gathered here with the intention of taking Rose back to live with them indefinitely, a fight immediately breaks out between the 4 siblings, as each one makes their case as to why Rose should be returned to them and not the other 3, which of course none of the 4 lords can come to an agreement about because they ALL want Rose to stay with them. So after another long and pointlessly arduous argument, Alcina finally breaks, proclaiming that they’d be here for all eternity of they didn’t make a decision now, and that, like the first time the 4 siblings argued over whether Rose should go with Heisenberg or return to one of the previous lords, Rose would be the one to decide which of her four caretakers she would return to. The agreement is made reluctantly, mostly on the part of Salvatore, Donna, and Heisenberg, but there was seemingly no other way for them to come to a decision, so it would unfortunately have to be up to Rose to decide which of her 4 caretakers she wants to stay with permanently. Rose is quickly brought before the 4 lords and explained the situation, before being given some time to herself to think and make her final decision. A tense and uneasy silence falls over the 4 lords as they wait for the little girl, who they had shown an uncharacteristic amount of mercy and time and devotion and love in the 12 years since Mother Miranda had brought her to the village with the intention of using her to revive an already lost and long-gone baby that she never would have gotten back no matter how hard she tried. Although they refused to admit it to one another, the lords all secretly knew that Rose had wormed her way into each of their cold, dead hearts, reviving an aspect of their humanity that they’d all thought had been lost ages ago. Rose came to the village bringing with her a wave of death and destruction, and yet throughout her childhood she has brought them nothing but light and life, illuminating their previously dark and desolate existences. The 4 lords loved their Rose very dearly and desperately wanted her to be happy, yet each of them possesses a dark and selfish desire to have Rose pick them over the other 3, to come and live with them forever and fill the hole deep inside them that they never knew needed filling. After a short while, Rose comes back out and stands before her 4 beloved caretakers, looking around nervously as she picks at her fingernails. The silence is thick and heavy as the 4 lords stare at the young girl, waiting with bated breaths for her to give her final verdict. Rose continues to say nothing as tears begin to flow from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks in thick streams as the girl begins to sob, dropping her head and clenching her dress. The 4 lords look between one another in confusion, unsure of what to do with this sudden burst of tears. Rose tearfully admits that she can’t and doesn’t want to choose which of the 4 lords she wants to live with permanently because she loves them all very much and wants to be able to see and live with all of them, like they’ve done thus far. Although the lords detest the idea of having to share Rose with anyone, they reluctantly come to an agreement for the girl’s sake, deciding that they would continue with the arrangement they’ve had thus far, only that Rose would switch between caretakers every 3 months instead of every 3 years, giving rose plenty of opportunities to see each of her caretakers just like she wanted. From then on, Rose continues to live her life

5, cont. growing up and learning more and more from each of her beloved caretakers. Although Rose would likely never know what a normal life looks like, living with 4 criminally insane monsters in the remote mountain village in Romania, it would be impossible to say that she wouldn’t have a happy life despite that. Perhaps its because the girl simply doesn’t know any better, so she doesn’t have the ability to see just how messed up her life and her 4 caretakers really are, but i imagine that Rose probably wouldn’t care very much to learn even if she had the opportunity. She’s a happy little girl living a strange but enjoyable life with the only family she’ll ever need. What more could she possibly ask for?

6. As for how Mother Miranda would play into this whole scenario I’ve just drunkenly spat out, im honestly not 100% sure. Ive seen some people suggesting that MM just kinda chills and lets the lords do what they want with Rose, but tbh I honestly don’t see that happening in this universe. MM would still have been just as crazy and driven to get Eva back as she was in canon, so i doubt she’d willingly standby and let her “false children” take away her one shot of getting her real child back simply because they didn’t want to hurt her, i just don’t personally see that happening. The two most likely scenarios i can come up with is that the Lords either banded together and look Miranda on together, their combined forces being enough to take her down and kill her, OR, Ethan is the one to take down MM like he did in canon but he passes out before he can get to rose, giving the lords (who he hadn’t ended up killing but just escaping from i guess) the opportunity to slide in, grab rose, and hightail it out of there, leaving Ethan’s body to be retrieved by Chris, who, due to not seeing or hearing Rose anywhere, believes that Rose must have been accidentally killed along with MM, which he later tells to Ethan and Mia. Regardless of how MM gets taken out of the picture (or if she’s given room to potentially come back later), the 4 lords retreat with Rose and begin the whole cycle I explained up above, but i did want to briefly address how I saw MM fitting into all of this since she is a vital part of the original story and the biggest obstacle to the lords having anything to do with Rose.

Anyways, that was so much longer than I intended it to be but I had so much fun with it just because it gave me the opportunity to spit some fun ideas and potential plot points out about this cool AU that I like and hope someone does SOMETHING with, please god someone do it, I’d do it myself but i have enough projects at the moment unfortunately. If you managed to make it all the way to the bottom, thank you for reading all of that, I appreciate it, and I hope you enjoyed at least some parts of this, and maybe even agree with some of the things I said. Feel free to leave your own ideas in the comments, I’d love to read them and hopefully if enough people like this maybe i will actually do something with it. Who knows? I certainly dont. Anyways thank you for reading all this, i hope you have a great day, and maybe ill see you around in another post. Bye!!! <3

[dizzydennis]

Sonic x Wisps (Part 2) - Sonic Channel Cover Story English Translation

Translator notes: Here’s part 2 to September’s Sonic Cover Story. It’s basically just an advertisement for Sonic Colors Ultimate, but the fan service for Sonic Adventure is amazing! My translations aren’t perfect, but I did my best and hope you can enjoy this story! Only a few more left after this one!

It was a calm and quiet day in Windy Valley amongst the rocks and vegetation being caressed by the wind.

A strange "shadow" zipped between the windmills and paths without a sound, but it was followed by a gust of green light that chased it in an overly dramatic fashion.

Sonic, who was approaching a small windmill on a floating rock was zapping by thanks to the Cyan Laser. He recognized where the familiar “shadow” was by seeing it on a floating island in the distance. Using the windmill islands in the sky, the laser bounced off of these floating marvels at the speed of light. There was a yellow alien there amongst some tiny moles.

The innocent little mole and the Yellow Wisp silently pointed to the ground ... Sonic saw it, and this time he borrowed the power of the Yellow Wisp.

DRILL!

"So that’s where you ran off to? ... OK! I'm going to sneak down there and enjoy a little underground excavation of my own!"

Sonic high fived the yellow alien to share its powers. Sonic had become a unique type of "yellow drill," and shot into the ground with a bright yellow glow!

*rumble rumble slice slice*

The Yellow Drill effortlessly dug through the mossy cobblestones and grass-scented soil inside the floating island at a super fast speed. When Sonic and arrived at an underground cavern, he found the "shadow" there.

This "shadow" quickly escaped to the top of the cave as it disappeared in a hurry. Looking up, there was a crack in the ceiling of this area and the blue sky could be seen from the very distant end of the vertical tunnel.

"Phew ... did you seriously get away again!? ..."

However, Sonic’s voice wasn’t so negative as he was full of fun and excitement! An Orange Wisp floated its way down from the opening towards the now restless hedgehog. It seemed to gesture something to Sonic.

"△ * △ * △ = ↑↑ △ ○○ #% !!"

"Ok! Ok! I don't know what you’re saying, but I think I get it! We’ll catch up with that ghost in no time!"

Sonic gave a high five to the Orange Wisp, transformed into an "Orange Rocket". A powerful explosion with tons of smoke were ejected into the cave as it gained power to take off.

ROCKET!

*rumble rumble rumble BOOM!*

The cave and and it’s many tunnels filled with the piercing sounds of the rocket slicing through the air.

The orange rocket passed through the entire tunnel and exploded through the surface with tremendous force. The Orange rocket was like an unstoppable cannon ball beyond shot out of a very powerful cannon.

In the blink of an eye, it passed through the clouds and was met with the jostling winds in the blue sky. The floating islands appeared as nothing more than vague dots below.

"Aw yeeeeah! This is happenin’!"

"Pi! Pi!"

As Sonic looked around for the strange voice that was calling to him from this high up. A swallow was waiting for him. It signaled to him know where the mysterious “shadow” went.

Once Sonic was completely back to his normal form, he rode the wind as if he was skydiving! He could slow down a bit as he flew down towards the high-altitude highway that the swallow had mentioned for him to head to.

At the end of this path was a mysterious highway that seemed to be created entirely from gusts of wind. A small parrot was there and gestured which way Sonic should head to find the “shadow.”

"Thanks! Thanks a bunch! It looks like I’ll get to finish this on foot!"

Sonic tapped his heels together a few times and took off at the speed of sound.

Down the path was a sharp curve with an unbelievable slope that went from the sky, all the way down to the surface. A 360-loop wrapped around like a rollercoaster and it just repeated one after another until it lead into a pathway made entirely of wind!

...

While dashing down his favorite road, Sonic had already figured out the true identity of this “shadow.” He was more interested in just meeting it now! So, he picked his pace up a bit and ran even faster!

There was a small floating island that could be seen after the last curve.

Left on this island was an old animal capsule that Dr. Eggman had created. Sonic smiled thinking back to when he had first opened it. He figured the “shadow” must be hiding there. Sonic arrived very swiftly and landed in front of it.

"Now, this is what I call a game of tag!"

...... click!*

Sonic kicked the giant capsule and saw ...

"...... △ ◎ ###"

The "Jade Wisp" was looking up at Sonic ... it was a greenish ghost.

"Jade! I knew it! I'm so glad to see you again!"

The Jade Wisp is a ghost-like wisp that not only can float through the sky, but it also has the ability to turn invisible and pass through walls.

This Jade Wisp was a little late to join the others in Windy Valley. So, it just wanted to make friends with everyone, but it couldn’t covercome its shyness.

Sonic had a good chuckle at that.

"Did you have a lot of fun with the chase today? After all, we’re all already friends here!"

The fauna of Windy Valley and various wisps showed up and surrounded the Jade Wisp. The ghostly alien was overjoyed… as was everybody else.

It was just a normal day in Windy Valley, but today, the blustery location was full of fun thanks to the critters running about. This may just be exactly what makes playing with friends so wonderful.

... The Jade Wisp approached Sonic with a clever idea.

"...... ◎◎ # #! = 〇!"

When the spooky specter touched Sonic, his whole body turned invisible.

GHOST!

"... I’m not entirely sure, but… are you saying it’s time for round two!?”

Sonic, who had merged into a "Jade Ghost," grinned and called out to everyone.

"Hey guys! Now, you’re all it! We’re the ghost of Windy Valley ... catch us if you can!"

Sonic (in his Jade Ghost form) then disappeared.

The second exciting round of tag, the ghost vs. everyone, had started in Windy Valley.

The End.

[fizzycherrycola]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks to @acemapleeh for the tag!! 💜

I hope an outline is ok! This is for my PrUK historical oneshot, set during the Napoleonic Wars, specifically after the Battle of Waterloo. It’s very rough, just a general brainstorm of ideas with a vague notion of story beats. Even the tone / mood is still up in the air. Should it be gravely serious? Is this a scene that Prussia and England have grown used to? Does the sight of a battlefield make them upset, or is this their Tuesday? (Suggestions are welcome, btw!)

Warnings: Description of battlefield and injuries

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Waterloo, Belgium; 18 June, 1815

Field of victory is never a pretty sight. Pink sky turning to blue, clouds catching the light, like flames. Prussia surveys the battlefield, rolling hills of a shattered countryside. Riddled with bodies, military uniforms doting the landscape in navy, crimson, white, and black. Flags torn, a few fires here and there, riderless horses. A few Prussian and British soldiers are limping, a few commanders on horses surveying the slumbering site. They mill about, weaving between bodies, carrying torches to help light their way. Grim, but failure would be worse.

He’s perched on a crumpling brick wall, smoking a pipe he brought, because he knew he would win. Some commander said he could relax before his evening briefing, he performed excellently.

England is sitting on the ground, barely upright, back leaning against a broken wheel that got stuck in the earth. Coat draping his shoulders, he’s holding his bandaged side, red seeping through. France got him good with a sword, of all things.

Gentle breeze. A distant windmill spins, silhouette against the sky, like nothing even happened. Oblivious or uncaring, who can say?

England and Prussia talk.

Topic ideas: The rain that muddied the ground (act of God?) and despite everything, Prussia admires Napoleon, thinks he does war honour. England says Prussia is vile and has poor taste. Prussia counters, saying he has good taste in allies though. Prussia wishes they could get drinks together but that’s not happening, not tonight and probably not tomorrow, they haven’t done that together in a while, miss it.  

More topics: Did you know that you get drunk faster when you’ve lost blood? England knows, but too tired to drink tonight. How come that wound isn’t healing faster? England is low on money. Napoleon is a slippery one, at least they (England) got France, killed him before the wound crippled England, now France is under heavy guard. Prussia says England fought well.

England asks Prussia to let him have some of his tobacco. Prussia obliges.

Someone interrupts them. Maybe a soldier to deliver a message with orders? Maybe Belgium?

It’s getting dark. It will be hard to navigate to their shelter once the sun sets. England struggles to his feet, Prussia helps him hobble. He says they should get drinks in Paris, once this war against Napoleon ends... again.

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And that’s it! I will tag @maelerie, @koolkat9, and any of my other mutuals who see this and want to participate!