#man who knew a fish could have so much lore

[secretly-larry-daley]

Thinking about Spider-Fish and his distain for humanity.

Humans are the reason why he exists. Why he feels all his pain and trauma. Why his Peter is dead…

But it isn’t only that. No no no, he doesn’t like humans for the way they treat each other. They act as uncivilized monsters while he’s called the animal? How is that fair? Don’t even mention how they’ve treated other animals.

He had to listen to the tired rants of Peter and his life as spider-man. How he was forced to be in authority role at only a teenager. Peter never wanted that, but the world forced him to anyway.

What I believe he hates the most about human is how they drag each other down. They fall apart and expect everyone else to pick up the pieces. To be saved. And if not, they hurt those around them with their problems.

He’s experienced it first hand! Right in front of his very eyes, exactly when Peter died. He watched MJ (this world’s MJ anyway) go from a loving mother to a neglectful mess. And he understands her pain, he really does. That doesn’t mean he didn’t lose someone too that day. But that didn’t mean he didn’t show up. He still cared for Peter’s daughter while still grieving the fact he’s gone. And he doubts he’ll ever stop grieving him. But, that doesn’t mean Peter’s daughter didn’t deserve a parent. It’s a reason why he took up replacing Spider-Man in the first place.

He didn’t want her to be the next Peter.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

my favorite mulder moments from s2

him having no faith in episode 1 after the x files are terminated, not even believing what he knows to be true regarding his sister’s disappearance

(and then being the moodiest motherfucker for the foreseeable future)

the fact that he got a fish in between s1 and s2. this brought me so much joy, you don’t even know

his monologue in episode 1, addressed to scully, who was not present: “before I could only trust myself, now I can only trust you, and they’ve taken you away from me… my life up until this point has been about seeing her again, but what would I do if they really come?” <- dear goddddddd. sometimes you get some lines that cut right to the heart of a character and this is one such example.

seeing his horrific workspace where he listened to audio recordings, a job he loathed- it was covered in sunflower seeds, pages with doodles, him stabbing an empty cup. truly a man with no fucks to give.

very very very fluffy hair in the early episodes

when episode 5 opens on him swimming in a big pool. there really was no narrative reason for that except we now know he swims recreationally and that is exactly the kind of thing i’m interested in knowing.

in episode 6, when he meets scully’s mom after her kidnapping, he listens to her say she dreamt of her being taken away, and hugs her

(and all throughout that episode, how he was told to go home because he was too close to the case, but instead got more and more involved. he even drove out to try and find her while falling asleep behind the wheel. dangerous behavior)

((and when he thinks scully is at the top of the mountain, he pulls his gun on the man who runs the ski lift to MAKE SURE he can get to the top as quick as possible. this one was WILD to me. pulling a gun on someone, just to get to her as fast as he can!!!!! he did not care about proper protocol! job be damned he was getting her HOME))

(and when they finally DO get duane barry, he sees scully's blood and hair on his wristband, and starts CHOKING him. you do NOT want to mess around with this man. he tells krychek that NO ONE is to interrogate the suspect but him. NO ONE. he is in what i affectionately refer to as bloodhound mode; there shall be no rest until an answer is sleuthed out)

trying to return scully’s necklace to her mother, who refuses to take it, so he can give it back to her

he has a lot of really emotional moments with scully’s mom, such as telling her she can’t give up hope even as they are picking up her gravestone in episode 8, which he cannot bear to look at

when scully is found, he bursts into the hospital, screaming at the doctor and saying he’ll do anything to figure out what they did to her, to the point where he had to be escorted from the room

(also love when he’s waiting to hear news on how she is doing, and he’s pacing his apartment, bouncing a ball, entirely unable to sit still, he’s so terrified)

after she is found, x tells him to walk away and never look back, and he immediately disregards this information to go chase down whoever knew anything about scully’s disappearance

when her family decides its time to remove her life support, he refuses to go in with them, looking the saddest and wettest a man has ever been

“you could spend the rest of your life finding every person that’s responsible, and it’s still not gonna bring her back”, says melissa. “including myself?” he asks. always taking the blame.

breaking into CIGARETTE MAN’S HOUSE. gun to his head. why her, he asks.

his confrontation scene with skinner, who refuses to accept his one-sentence resignation letter, and who tells him of his own demons. allowing for some skinner lore and deep connections to be made.

again in episode 8, he’s waiting in his apartment for the folks who took scully to arrive so he can kill them, but melissa puts him into his place- “why is it so much easier for you to run around trying to get even than just expressing to her how you feel? i expect more from you. dana expects more from you”

so he leaves his apartment and the one chance he’ll ever have to know who did this to her, and instead goes to sit by her bedside, holds her hand, and talks to her comatose body

(then, we he returns to his apartment, which has been ransacked by those involved with the crime, he falls to the ground, sobbing)

but how BIG he smiled when he heard that her eyes were open!!

in episode 9, when he finally has her back, how he helps her out of the helicopter when they fly to a distant volcano research base <3

also, in episode 10, when they’re being driven to a farm, and he lets her take shotgun so he can lounge about in the back

when he drops this banger line while sitting at a picnic table in episode 12: “i’ve often felt that dreams are the answers to questions we haven’t yet figured out how to ask” (and then does not elaborate)

at the aforementioned picnic table, the detective vaguely describes seeing some sort of symbol, and he immediately realizes it was the logo for the 1939 world’s fair, which is SO funny to me. because WHY does he know that!

when he lifts the caution tape over scully so she can bring her umbrella to the rainy crime scene in episode 13 <3

talking to a random guy in a town they’re visiting for an investigation: “you know andy” “no, I don’t” “well, andy knows you” <- another instance of him being famous in the nerd community

all the times he starts rambling about different belief systems, like the idea of obtaining a new soul in the ep 13, or the concept of wicca in episode 14

when they go to the refugee camp in episode 15, and a child tries to sell them a good luck charm, which he pays a nice $5 bill for

getting hit by a car in episode 16, and then making some dumbass quip about how he should have used the crosswalk

going back home when his "sister" is found, tucking his mom into bed with a kiss

then his dad confronting him, blaming him for losing his sister in episode 17,  leaving him crying as he tries to process the grief of getting her back just to feel guilty for her death

(don’t worry though- it wasn’t really her. but damn, he thought it was, and this scene was devastating)

finding his faith again with scully at his bedside after almost dying of alien poison

when he goes for a jog in florida (episode 20), arguably the hottest and most miserable of all continental US states, in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. and i cannot explain this behavior. he is deeply peculiar.

on the investigation of the sideshow performers, he flirts with the man fixing scully’s pipes to get him to leave. or as i call it: “weaponized bisexuality”

when he slides through a tiny trap door in a haunted house to come and find scully. great visual gag. i chuckled.

feeling sick at home, taking advil in his slutty little tanktop in episode 25. then proceeding to go wild because he was being drugged. don’t worry, he ends up okay. thanks only to scully.

[grogusmum]

Okay, so I’ve gone down the Selkie!Ezra path today and HARD. You’ve mentioned in a couple of places that Ezra wasn’t born a selkie, he was turned as a boy. Please, please, how was he turned? Who or what did he love enough to willingly trade in his human life for that of a seal life?

Hello m'dear!

Thank you so much for this ask and for gobbling up Seven Tears! Your reblog comment gave me kicky feets 💚

If you have read the author's notes, you know I've combined some of the differing lore together.

Sadly, I wish I could tell you it was love that turned him, but it was tragedy.

I hinted a little at the circumstances of Ezra’s becoming in part 7 when Ezra sinks the boat-

Binding them together, to bear the fate they offered up his Cee. He knew no power would offer them reprieve. No silken pelt would save them from their fate.

Ezra's Becoming (a Seven Tears Drabble)

WARNING: violence and near drowning against Ezra as a 14 year old

Ezra was a gentle lad. His dark hair and freckles, coupled with his early love of the sea, had many in his village, saying he was from the Seal People. Mostly, this was good-natured, and he didn't mind a bit. Occasionally, it was malicious. It is that maliciousness was the cause of Ezra’s transformation.

When Ezra was 14 years old, there was a call for strong young men and boys to join the crew of a seal hunting boat. Ezra had no interest, but his father had other plans for him.

Ezra's family struggled. His father worked fishing boats, but he was a drinking man and took his paycheck to the pub. His mother took in washing, but with their large family, Ezra, being the eldest of 6, there was not much more she could do with so many to care for even with the help of the older children. Ezra was to get a job, and being crew on a sealing hunting boat paid well, so his Da signed him up.

He was the youngest on crew, but he was smart, strong, and able. Ezra made no friends, as he found his shipmates base and cruel. He was often pushed around and teased.

Two older boys in particular, the McDowall Brothers, knew him from the village and the about the specualtion of his seal ancestry. They had picked up on his distaste for the job and never tired of taking the piss out of him.

One day, a baby seal was caught in a shoal net, and the McDowell Brothers started hauling up the net, pay no heed to the rigging, one of them with a club in his hand.

When Ezra went to stop them, it turned into a shoving match.

"If you love the lil cur, why don't you join it, seal boy," jeered one of them, and together, they knocked Ezra overboard. One of his legs tangled in the messy loops of rigging, and he and the net hung over the side.

Ezra tried to pull himself up, but his head and shoulders were underwater. He got a hold of his pocket knife and went to work cutting the lines of both him and the net. By the time he broke free, he had taken in a lot of water and what with being upside down, he was barely conscious. Into the drink he went, seal pup and net with him. The seal pup darted off l, but soon returned with its pod. The seals were no ordinary seals but selkies, and they always repay a debt.

When Ezra woke, he was shocked to discover he was not dead. Not only that, but he had become the seal boy that was always suspected of him.

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[annabelle-creart]

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Ladies and gentlepeople:

Beautiful💖

And yeah, I give Soundwave a redisigne because I wanted him look more like Heatwave, but I liked too much the Prime disigne to leave it

And of course, Sune is an edgy boy

He needed both his mask and tentacles anskjssk

And now: lore

“The day 3 waves come into the world, the sun will burn everything, the electric storm will replace the bright days and the only sound will be the suffering of the fallen”

A old man with really firmly believings thought the best would be kill them, but instead, they were separated. It was normal to separate twins sparks because they saw them as one and not as a whole, probably that’s why they never get how connected two or more sparks can get to the point of the shared feelings, you know Bulkhead and Boulder could, but Heatwave, Shockwave and Soundwave were a different whole thing

Soundwave since a sparkling was shy, couldn’t get the rest, except cats and animals, all his life he had been in love with animals, an introvert who prefered pass the day reading or petting a pet rather than playing with Heatwave or Shockwave, they were the active ones, but Shockwave and Soundwave were the clever ones

Shockwave was active, sociable, kind and loving, with high hopes and great dreams, always getting in trouble and wondering for the future, he loved reading but he prefered action and experimentation, which wasn't good all the time

And Heatwave was aggresive, weird, a clown with the skin of a soldier, always searching problem and rescuing his brother from their own experiments

But one day they couldn't stand anymore see them together, and with "they" I refer to the people in general, the triplet were about to have Sissi's age and nobody wanted them in any part, Primus knows why

And then Shockwave was called

He could live the life he always wanted, but couldn't see his brothers anymore, he only told Heatwave and he kept his promise to not to tell to Soundwave and of course, to never leave alone the other...

The eones passed but the feeling remained, they were so connected that sometimes they could talk by their minds, thing that they lost with the time, Shockwave was named senator and called Soundwave to help him, but Heatwave was raised in the mines and end up as a rescuer, search him was hard and trying to bring him was harder

This part you know it already, Megatron was called on congress and both Shockwave and Soundwave were there, Heatwave saw it through tv, and while Heatwave felt bretrayed by Megatrons speech, Soundwave and Shockwave were obssesed with it.

Shockwave was seen as a problem, so they replace his head

And nobody

In all Cybertron history

Felt how much it hurted not to have feelings as much as the Wave Triplet

Because it wasn't just not to have feelings, it was a rage, a burn of rage inside their chests, but only Heatwave and Soundwave could sense it, Shockwave never did

You also know this part, the Sigma-17 were into an exploration and get lost in space

And when both Soundwave and Shockwave couldn't feel Heatwave's spark they get so angry they almost destroy and entire autobot army by themselves...

The war was still raging and Megatron killed Shockwave to stop his madness and became an autobot, just before escaping Cybertron with destiny to Earth, Soundwave knew this too late and almost get killed by Megatron too, like Starscream. Whatever, Soundwave got lost only with the twins, Rumble and Frenzy, just kids who needed him, and Ravage the cat and Laserbeak the bird, now his spark wasn't so alone going on Earth... but 30 years later he felt something again...

[And as a fun fact: Heatwave couldn't tell Soundwave and Shockwave about Boulder, but his spark was too noisy for Boulder to not to figured out before, so, yes, in Earth was the first time Boulder and Soundwave met]

[Edit: Soundwave's favorite activity was to make jokes to Heatwave with Shockwave, but they were really bad at it, Heatwave was a better joker than them but they never understand o get the jokes without crying so Heatwave decided to be their joke bottle to protect their feelings... the problem is that Soundwave found a better joke friend now that Shockwave is gone: Kade]

[melodyfsoul1]

Okay Loki S2 E5 Reaction/ Review Time

SPOILERS AHEAD BEWARE

"Science / Fiction"

OH MY GOD THAT TITLE

I cant believe I was right about all of them being scattered across different time line branches, Loki having to get his friends back and them not having memories of him :O

Also the fact that the fans predicted Casey to be a dangerous / criminal because he was always so gentle in the TVA and then we see him breaking out of freaking Alcatraz?! And the fish references too XD

B15 being a Doctor was so freaking wholesome, she really just wants to help people whetevee she is :D

OB being a Scifi Author and Scientist was just perfect XDDDD

AND WE FINALLY GOT MOBIUS ON A JETSKI THIS IS A WIN FOR THE FANDOM

And again, the fact that the fans immediately predicted that Mobius was a (single) dad in his life, because they spotted a couple toys in front of the house in the mid season trailer :D

(I could literally hear the fanfiction authors melt into a puddle at the potential of Loki x single dad Mobius XD)

And the fact that he isnt just a Dad, no he is a SINGLE FATHER of TWO SONS

The freaking parallel of Mobius' two sons and young Thor & Loki?!

One being a lil mischievous prankster and the other (most likely the older) one who has to keep him out of trouble?! And the fact that he said he loves snakes?!?! That is just straight up a Thor reference?!

No wonder Mobius knows how to deal with people like Loki XD

But as much as I like the parallel of the two sons, I also feel kinda weird about what it could imply for Mobius, like does that mean he is supposed to be a mirror or opposite of Odin? A version of a dad that didnt mess up with their parenting? That this is why Loki feels drawn to Mobius? Is that what we were supposed to conclude from that?

I know we joke about Loki liking older men, and of course Loki has his daddy issues, but if Mobius is an opposite of Odin then what does that mean for Lokius?

Now to some more lore related stuff:

Can I just say that the spaghettification effect is absolutely terrifying?!?! (as stupid as it may sound) Seeing people get spaghettified fills me with just as much dread as the Dusting from the Snap, but it is so much more horrifying because it looks so brutal compared to how "gentle" the Dusting effect is....

Then Loki & Sylvie's talk about being selfish, about their own wants & needs

"Whats wrong with wanting sth?" -  she asks Loki, but in reality, has Loki ever gotten anything he truly desired? (At least L1130 hasnt, man went straight from the Events of Thor 1, to Thanos to the New York attack, he was never able to mend his relationship with Thor or find friends...)

Now... Sylvie, she still frustrates me.... I do get that she wants a life, but you cant just stab or ignore your way out of everything... plus their world is still ending as a matter fact...

It literally took her fav lil branch getting wiped out, to realize that she was wrong, that Loki was right all along, and that was AFTER she had just convinced Loki to give up his quest... because "wanting his friends back" would make him just as "selfish" as her wanting a life... But the difference is, that while Sylvie would chose her life, instead of helping fix everything, ignoring the casualties it brings, Loki would be self sacrificial enough to give up his own needs, which he literally was about to do, until Sylvie got back because she finally wanted to help avoid the impending doom that threatened to destroy them all.

I think we all kinda knew Loki's drive wasnt necessarily saving the TVA, but wanting/ needing his friends back and wanting to keep them save, but Loki actually admitting that he "wants his friends back, that he doesnt want to be alone"

THAT BROKE ME

Especially with the motive of "no one deserves to be alone" but the Lokis only ever having themselves to find comfort, and if they tried to change that, the TVA showed up to prune them, loneliness was literally what drove Classic Loki out of his hiding and into the arms of the TVA.

And Loki saying "Without them (his friends), where do I belong?"

I didnt know it was possible, but that broke me even more... he just wants a place where he is wanted and safe...

Then the time slipping, Loki being able to Control it?! IS THAT HOW THE MCU INTRODUCES LOKI BEING A WORLD WALKER?!

Loki realizing "Its not about the when, where or why. Its about the Who" (god that part was so sweet, right in the FEELS, it was so over for me, my heart cant take much more of this)

And finally Loki chosing to rewrite "The Story"... actually "Play God" thats now full confirmation of Loki God of Stories right?! RIGHT?! I wanna see my boy, God of Stories Loki is one of my Fave Lokis :DDDD

[berry-hwa]

Well well well. Look who returns

WITH A PART 2 OF THE MERMAID AU FANFIC!!! im still not sure if ill continue this. I have a lotta stuff going on. I dont think my brain needs any more plotting and thinking about a fictional idea. Thx. This is more of a lore and info dump that i wanted to elaborate on and because of that it also isnt as long as the first part butt to be fair i planned to cut that down to 2 parts sooo...anyway. Enjoy!!

"Is that enough proof for you, Ichinomiya?"

His bewildered face was very telling. But he actually quickly looked away and closed his eyes, as did the others in panic.

"Okay, okay— cover up, I didn't ask to look at your bare chest."

Her bare chest...?

"...Oh. Right." She looked down at herself. Her transformation didn't give her any more than a tail since it was her true, unadjusted form — so she was left topless. She didn't understand why her tail couldn't just grow from underneath her clothes. "My apologies."

"Gosh, these tails you guys have are so heavy...!" Baba adjusted his hold on her, hoisting her up. She knew he was pretty strong, so the weight of her really must've been something. Or, alternatively, could've been his age catching up to him.

"Actually," she raised her hand, slowly collecting all the water up from her person droplet by droplet, returning it all back into the glass as she transformed back into her human form, "siren tails are usually much lighter than normal mermaid ones, even with how long they are." She explained, looking to Baba to let go of her.

Soryu coughed as he looked back at her human form...with less to reveal this time, "Well...you wouldn't be wrong about that," Eisuke looked over at him with a questioning glare, "why is that though?"

She stared at the man, wondering how to explain this to him and the others.

"Well, sirens evolved to be deft and quick in order to efficiently capture their prey. Their tails are longer and lighter to aid in swimming and their fins have little to no drag under water, to maximize speed. Very much not like the tail of mine which you saw." She quickly answered. And she had to stare at the men's faces, who didn't utter a word in response. Eisuke however, seemed to be really taking everything in.

"...Huh. You really know a lot about this stuff, huh." Baba looked at her after taking a seat next to Eisuke.

"Well, I was born at sea, this is common knowledge to us all. Not to ordinary people, nor to ordinary people with unexplained tails, though." She crossed her arms, locking eyes with Eisuke.

"...Now that I've proved myself," She continued, returning to her task at hand, "any questions you might have?"

Eisuke blinked at her, visibly still puzzled. Did she not give him enough information? Was he going to reject her plea?

"...How am I even supposed to help you and your people?" He began, staring at her very incredulously, "you say I am a siren but I don't know what new information that knowledge gives me."

Goodness. Had he never heard of a siren and what one does? It could explain his cluelessness, though.

"Sirens preyed on sailors by luring them in with their voice and song and dragged them under the sea when they'd get close enough to attack. What do you think you have those fangs for?" She exclaimed, pointing at his mouth, "They certainly aren't meant to be for consuming fish."

Eisuke blinked. He sure was very clueless, huh?

"...I'm supposed to be preying on humans?"

"Just think of it as a food chain. Sirens need to survive too, you know." He blinked even more at that.

"Why were you looking for me throughout these years? Are there no other sirens like me out there?"

"If there were, do you think I'd be standing in front of you now?" She crossed her arms again, raising an eyebrow at him.

"No?" He answered, seemingly thinking to himself.

"Correct." She sighed, looking at the glass full of water. She missed home. "Sirens have been going extinct for decades. If there are any remaining still, they choose to seclude themselves deep under the sea, not even daring to look at the sun above — those sirens live off of the creatures that lurk deep in the oceans, until they eventually reach the end of their lives."

"...Interesting bit of information." Baba interrupted, probably aiming to lighten up the atmosphere a bit. She can't say it worked.

"I've desperately tried to find them myself...but mermaids aren't fit enough to be so close to the ocean floor. Its one of the reasons we can't relocate under the sea and why humans keep finding us." All those days she spent trying to reach as deep as she could before her body couldn't stand any more pressure, before the ocean became so dark she could barely keep on swimming, all in vain. Her last hope in the end was but a siren-turned, ordinary human man.

"So I'm your only chance as of now."

"...Yes, you are." It was actually a bit pathetic to admit that now.

She stared at him as his gaze lowered. This was a lot of information to take in but she hoped he was at least a bit sympathetic of her situation and could offer some assistance in any way. She'd understand if preying on humans wouldn't end up on Eisuke's to-do list.

"Your explanation does give some understanding as to why so many foods have become so unappetizing over the years, if it's not the required diet for...sirens..." Eisuke muttered, deep in thought she presumed. "And everything you've said and...shown here, as insane as it all may sound, seems...true."

"Aren't ya fast to believe her, mister siren." The detective chimed in, getting up from his spot near the window and making way to the group.

"I don't need your commentary over here."

"Would your dick fall off if you were a little nicer to your acquaintances?"

"...pfft-"

"Hey! Who are you to be speaking to me with such words?" Eisuke was very clearly fuming, no doubt a reflection of the power he gained with his transformation. "Watch your mouth or I won't even consider aiding you."

Ugh. How annoying.

"Fine, fine. I'll do my best." For her family.

"Actually, go back to the "who are you"," Baba interrupted suddenly, "is your name actually Misaki? I feel like I got really bamboozled today so I wanna make sure..."

Ah, right, the fake name she gave him and Ota...speaking of, the artist hadn't said a word this whole time. Actually, his whole behavior seemed a bit...off, not very much like him at all, she noted.

"I lied about that. My name is actually Mira." Obviously she picked the first name she thought of but it wasn't a coincidence that she had picked a similar sounding name to the one her family gave her.

"...You said you were from Britain, but you speak perfect Japanese...how is that possible?" Baba questioned. Quite the curiosity he had.

"Well...to clarify, I'm not from Britain, I was born in the sea surrounding the land, but I know some english because I was forced to live above land after my family was taken away."

"Taken away?"

"Killed." Admitting that hurt. "I knew I had to find you after your transformation, so I began to learn japanese in hopes of coming here one day and confronting you."

"You really held out hope that I would be generous enough to help you, huh." Eisuke locked eyes with her, his gaze fierce.

"Was I not supposed to?" She mirrored the fierce gaze of his and narrowed her eyebrows, daring to question him. He could choose to rip her apart right then and there but did she care?...not that much. She had nothing to lose.

"Just saying you might've wasted your time and my money."

Lovely.

"...So is that a flat-out no?" She muttered, already feeling dejected.

"I need to think it over some more..." She breathed a heavy sigh, preparing herself for disappointment, "but, only while you work under me."

What.

"Wha...?" She looked at him in disbelief.

"Riiight...about that!" Baba interrupted once more. "Remember how we bought you back there? Yeah...there's no way we're letting you go back out in the wild just like that. I'd argue its for our safety but with all that you've told us, it'd be best for you too!" Did he just attempt to flirt with her amidst that???

"...Okay...and if I stay here, I need to work?"

"Obviously." Double lovely.

She frowned, going over her options. Baba was right even while trying to swoon her, since she was sought after, she couldn't guarantee her safety in the ocean, nor could she stay in touch with Eisuke — and of course, they'd want to keep an eye on her after she witnessed such an auction in the hotel depths.

So really, her only hope was to stay with these strange men for the time being — in exchange for Eisuke's potential partnership.

"What do you say then?"

She sighed once more.

"I'll stay."

Such simple words could never make her think they would change her life overnight.

*************

In the quiet of the night, the angelic artist locks the door behind him as he processes all he heard from the woman, who had now been placed in the room next to his own. Standing frozen against said door, he feared he had zoned out at some point in her talking, but one thing was very clear to him anyway.

He wasn't normal.

And it made him worry.

[sp4mja]

So I've decided to accept who I am and make a OP x QSMP AU. But before making any art I made a list of possible Devil Fruits each member would have plus some lore

This will be a long and extremely self-indulgent post, so everything regarding this AU is under the cut.

So, both the hispanics and the English speakers are invited to the island, they all range from ex marines to civilians to pirates. The only thing they have in common is that everyone is a devil fruit user, which quickly raises their suspicions about the island.

The logic behind having so many Devil Fruit users together is that the Federation purposefully gathered them all together. Expect for the brazilians and the french, who just happened to stumble upon the island, some of them do have devil fruits but not all.

And that's one of the reasons why the Federation dislike them, as they don't fit in the plan.

Speaking of the Brazilians and the French!

The Brazilians knew each other before the island but very briefly (except for Pac, Mike and Cellbit) since they all made it into the same ship and ended up crashing on Quesadilla island (Felps is not a good navigator and Forever was too worried to actually steer the ship.)

As for the French, they were traveling to a Sky Island on a big ship and they ended up falling from the sky, they didn't particularly know each other before but they grew closer on the ship before the ship fell.

Now, I'm still thinking about some fruits and roles (backstory from the cubitos before the island) but these are my general ideas, feel free to share your thoughts!

Some of my ideas are pretty self-explanatory but ask away if you have any doubts!

● Hispanics:

Luzu — tbh idk something about metals, maybe the smelt-smelt fruit? Maybe even a cyborg

Rubius — .... Wish-Wish fruit?? He grants wishes or something

Mariana — Whisper-Whisper Fruit (Taking into account his rp on tortillaland and integrating it into the qsmp, he should be able to talk to animals. I don't think the animals talk back tho)

Spreen — Bear-bear Fruit Model Black Bear

Missa — Bird-Bird Fruit Model Raven / Revive-Revive Fruit (Debating over this, specially because it would be funny if both Missa and Philza share similar DF, but also skeleton Missa is fun)

Roier — Spider-Spider Fruit Model Latrodectus Hesperus (black widow)

Vegetta — Scroll-Scroll Fruit (He's the wise man of the mountain, I'm sure he uses his knowledge to make powerful scrolls)

Maximus — Clank-Clank Fruit / Magnet-Magnet Fruit (Tbh I want something relating to Max's abilities with machines)

Quackity — String-String Fruit (freaky, the man who pulls the strings)

● English:

Wilbur — Tone-Tone Fruit / Song-Song Fruit (For this one I think going with Uta's power is better, Wilbur is extremely powerful but he is also a whimsical British guy who sings beautiful songs for his daughter to have a good night of sleep)

Fit — Pop-Pop Fruit

Philza — Bird-Bird Fruit Model Crow (Love-Love fruit if I'm feeling a little crazy, he turns Forever into stone sll the time)

Jaiden — Bird-Bird Fruit Model Parrot / Brush-Brush Fruit (As much as I love parrot jaiden, I think she being able to draw bobby after his death but stopping herself from bringing the art to life is extremely angsty and I love it)

Bad — Hollow-Hollow Fruit

Foolish — Shark Fish man. Swim Swim Fruit (I know, he can't swim so he now has a fruit that lets him swim everywhere? Yeah, but also a logia fruit that could help him build fits as well)

Dan — ? (Sorry)

Slime — Jello-Jello Fruit (Following the food themed devil fruits from the Big Mom Pirates, he turns into Jello... Lime flavor, he is sticky, sugary and a little sour, both Mariana and Juana are intrigued)

● Brazilians:

Cellbit — Archeologist and Archivist, former captain of a crew (as much as I would love to give Cellbit a DF, I think it would be charming if he could save Roier from falling into the sea all the time, as well as Felps)

Felps — Calm-Calm Fruit (He makes silent bubbles for Richarlyson everytime he gets overwhelmed, best dad)

Forever — Navigator (Pirate, former marine, he loves travelling and lost his right hand man on the way)

Pac and Mike— Shipwrights (Do not separate. They make the craziest ships on the world. Also criminals with bounties but not necessarily pirates)

● French:

Baguera — Mink Duck (she's a duck, she went to explore the world and oh well)

Etoiles — Woods-Woods Fruit / Arms-Arms Fruit (This one is complicated, he is a cucumber (?) So I thought a extremely powerful fruit like the Woods-Woods one its him, but he is also very dangerous and into weapons, so the other one also fits him? He is a bounty hunter)

Antoine — Stich-Stich fruit (He stiches dirt together, doesn't really use his power but he starts doing it after Pomme gets interested (he makes her clothes!!!))

Kameto — Normal ninja lmao (literally just a ninja, just a guy, he is terrifying)

Pierre — Inventor (Both Marines and Pirates buy his inventions, money is everything)

As for the eggs, I believe they follow the same logic as the seraphims. They were artificially made using human DNA and thats why they are both inteligent and fragile. They are replaceable and the Federation can make more if they find a quicker and cheaper way.

Oh and Cucurucho, I think it would be extremely fucked up if it has the Shadow-Shadow fruit. Imagine Cucurucho taking Cellbit's shadow, creepy.

[bureaumantic]

little goober i made for one of my worldbuilding projects (the one in question being Ghelter Aquatic Desalination Corporation)

look at the fella, sitting there with his roblox fish lookin face

You know what I think I'm going to start expositing lore. That wasn't my original intention but I'm gonna do it anyway.

Click the Keep reading button thingy if you'd like to read about marisians and their lives in Ghelter Aquatic.

So I'm sure you've all read the 17 page long in-universe research paper written by Kosi Neuer about marisians that I wrote a little while back...

...but on the off chance that you didn't, here's a basic summary!

Humans are not alone, we have discovered a whole buncha fish people called Homo Natans but more colloquially referred to as marisians.

Marisians are dangerous because they are largely unpredictable (at time of that paper being written) and can only reproduce through infection of humans through bites. Also they might be able to tear people apart with their fangs without infecting but we don't know for sure, it could have been that the flesh was separated from the body at such a speed that there was no time for an infecting agent to enter the body. So it's a maybe on that one for now.

When a human is transformed into a marisian, they take on a number of new qualities. The skin is recolored, along with the eyes and hair. Marisians develop new appendages like fins and fish-like tails. Their pupils also glow. Regarding mental change, most marisians develop a combination of lower intelligence, immaturity, energy, and physical strength (that is often belied by their appearance). More rarely, however, a marisian will experience a significant increase in intelligence that often surpasses their human intelligence (even if that trait is difficult to accurately quantify and measure), maturity, but lower energy and physical strength. The former are called "Swimmers" and the latter are called "Sapients." The ratio of swimmers to sapients is roughly 7 to 1. This may point to a brawns-and-brains mechanic that schools of marisians may use in nature, with sapients being discouraged from doing much physical work and doing the mental work for the group, leading the swimmers who can execute their plans. Swimmers are often docile and compliant with security and researchers while sapients are more hostile and unwilling to conform. Marisians also lose all of their memories upon transformation into a marisian, but do retain a few skills like the ability to speak any languages they knew or a few habits/rituals.

So that's a summary of the relevant part of the paper. There is still more but it isn't exactly relevant to what I want to talk about.

So what does a marisian's average day to day look like? Well, they spend most of their time in their holding tanks. Half of their holding tanks are dry ground while the other half is essentially a really deep pool. There are beds and rooms on the dry section but most choose to sleep in the pool. The entrance to a holding tank is sealed by a huge door thing. idk man i don't do doors lol.

wait i have an image

this is what those doors look like for the most part. there's a decontamination chamber/checkpoint behind that door that will allow you to enter the holding tank.

Marisians are allowed to mingle with one another and essentially can do whatever they want while not being tested on. Food is delivered and distributed 3 times a day by some poor soul in the Hospitality Department. Employees of the Hospitality Department are going to be the most frequent sight for marisians, other than the Security Department, of course.

Now when I say "poor soul" I don't mean they're like gonna die or anything like that. They're just going to have to get through a really uncomfortable and possibly dangerous environment for like a half hour or so as they try to get everyone's attention and to pass out meals without aggravating anyone. Also they do have an escort of guards so yeah.

The Hospitality Department also handles all of their janitorial work and such. Occasionally, someone in the Engineering Department may need to enter the holding tank to fix something.

Every marisian has a medical check up once a year, held on the "anniversary" of their transformation. That is conducted by the Medical Department and overseen by some grunt from the Ethics Department.

Also anytime I mention departments, assume a few fellas from the Security Department are present. That'll just go without saying.

When being tested on, there will (obviously) be a few fellas from the Research Department and there will usually be some fella from the Ethics Department but not always.

While there is the occasional riot (on average, once every 2 years, actually), most marisians are content with their lives. They don't really seek freedom, on account that most of them are swimmers and just spend all day relaxing in a holding tank with free meals, no rent, no taxes, no jobs or other obligations, free medical care... hey where can I sign up to be one of these guys?

But they do get tested on and sometimes they are extremely unethical. For example, the Psychology Division of the Research Department decided in 2014 that yes, it was very important that we find out what happens to a marisian who basically has the intellectual capacity of a child with extreme claustrophobia and stuff them in what was essentially a small box and deprived them of food and water for 48 hours. Needless to say, that was extremely problematic and the Ethics Department raised a fuss about that one.

That was just like one example of an unethical experiment, they happen startlingly frequently, I just don't feel like making up more right now. Just know that like 1 in uhhhhhhh like every 10 experiments is extremely unethical. Ideally that would be 0. 0 in every 10.

So on account of those, sapients are usually able to get a bunch of swimmers to agree with them that things need to change and they organize a riot. These riots always fail (except the August Riot of 2018. That was a bit... too successful) and usually result in a lot of corpses, blood, and heavy workload for the Recruitment Department.

uh yeah i think that's just about everything i wanted to talk about... can't really find a good way to segue into a conclusion so uh yeah bye.

[elventhief]

Some thoughts on POTC lore, especially for DMTNT

I know that the answer to a lot of my questions are 'it looked cool on camera' and the inconsistences is 'because they rewrote the script several times' but I'm in the middle of writing a fic and I decided to try and make some sense of this messy lore. It's a bit long so its under the cut.

Starting with the gods a bit:

Poseidon:

I think he's dead, from what, we don't know. It seems aside from Calypso that the gods and god-like creatures that once roamed the earth have mostly withdrawn, likely either dead or retreating to realm/realms of their own. (with the 100% confirmation of multiple Greek gods, likely Olympus/the Underworld/etc) With Poseidon dead, Calypso fills the vacuum of looking after the seas until she is bound by the first Brethern court, as she has clearly stuck around and it is said that she and Poseidon are of a similar level in power. Before he died, he created Black Rock Isle, creating the Map No Man Can Read.

Hades:

I think he just vibes in the Underworld, leaving the Locker to whoever is in charge of the Dutchman, and can't be bothered to care much what goes on in the world anymore. He created the Triangle and Curse to protect Black Rock Isle, what I like to think is the last sort of 'godly' thing Poseidon did/made before dying. This is why Hades put his tomb off the coast of the island, that and its very small and remote nature, he knew it would be difficult to find.

Davy Jones and the Dutchman:

The latest iteration of part of the natural order of the sea, bound to an eternal, ever changing vessel that it, in itself, is slightly godlike in its ability to move to and from the Locker. The Locker itself is a part of the Underworld, a special purgatory for those that are not allowed to actually pass on when they die at sea. Jones' curse did not exist before his and Calypso's relationship and breakup, so whoever was on the previous version of the Dutchman was not bound by that rule but understood that they could not ever shirk their duties, and I think Calypso would pick a decent newly dead captain to be the new captain of the Dutchman, and continue the natural order of things. I think of the Dutchman a bit like Charon and his ferry from Greek Mythology.

Note: When I say that the Dutchman changes with the times, I mean that it physically changes. During POTC it looks like a older, sort of late 1600s ship (I know next to nothing about ships, I just noticed that when looking at images) but if we think about as a force of nature, if we jump forward in time, the Dutchman would look like a steam ship at the end/beginning of the 19th/20th century respectively. Today it might look like a fishing vessel, a shipping boat, hell, maybe even a submarine or something, the crew reflecting this change in time.

On the Curse, Triangle, and Trident:

The Triangle:

Once humans started to sail the Caribbean, and started to drift ever so much closer and closer to the island and his brother's tomb, Hades created the curse and the Triangle to house it, (I'm going out on a limb here since we have NO any real 'exact' locations of things other than "the Triangle is in the west of the Windward Isles in the Lesser Antilles." And that Black Rock Isle is just in the Caribbean Sea.) as a sort of wall and gate to deter someone from accidently sailing towards Black Rock Isle. With this in mind, the Triangle is a newer addition to the world, only a few hundred years old at the most when Salazar, The Mary and the crew end up in there in the first decade of the 18th century.

The Curse:

Is likely picky about who it wants to curse, needing something and someone filled with enough murderous intent, rage, or a healthy dose of both for it to curse them. Salazar and his crew aren't the first to be cursed by the Triangle, I would say they are the second. I say second because we know that that chunk of ruby had to make it off the island someway, and my theory/idea supports just the one time the island had been visited by mere mortals before Carina leads them to Black Rock Isle.

The first was a group, likely similar to Salazar and co from, I'm going to say around the early-mid 1500s. They stood there in their hellish purgatory, doing what Salazar did, killing all but one as a warning, creating the legend of the Triangle, and keeping people far away from Black Rock Isle and the tomb. The old cursed ones were destroyed when someone did manage to find the Isle, the Triangle sinking to release them, and they go to protect the island, compelled by the curse to do so. This was not Galileo, as he was not actually able to find the island before his death, but it was by someone else, who managed to get a chunk of a ruby off without dying. (somehow this chunk ends up in Galileo's possession though.) How do they find the island? Maybe they have Jack's compass. Galileo died mid 1600s, so there's at the very least a fifty year gap between Morgan giving Jack the compass and Galileo's death. Since I'm pretty sure we don't know when Morgan got the compass, it's super plausible. (Though, I personally really like the apparent earlier iteration of DMTNT where Jack stole the compass from Salazar, as there is a set photo of an uncursed Salazar holding the compass, either in the middle of shooting a scene or between takes.) They leave, realizing that they can't take anything, (the novelization of DMTNT have a couple of Barbossa's crew on the island, they try to take some gems, and the island swallows them} probably quite a few dead on this crew's side from the cursed men, and sail off. The curse reacts to this, and Hades brings the Triangle back up, and 'resets' the trap, killing the old cursed men since they cannot be outside the Triangle while it stands. Salazar and the crew are just unlucky enough to be the first ones that has what the Triangle needs to curse them when they are tricked into sailing in.

The Trident:

Calypso helps the ancestors of three mermaids in the novel Poseidon's Peak, Morveren, Aquala, and Aquila, steal the gems that Poseidon used in the creation of his weapon. These gems gave him control over the mermaids, the colors corresponding with their tails. The blue tailed mermaids are immune since Calypso gave them a special box to hide them away with. Those same three ancestors steal the Trident away, taking it and using it to rule over all the other mermaids. (Maybe the lack of his weapon allowed him to be weak enough to be be killed?) The Trident is hidden in a place called Poseidon's Peak, where great treasure has been acquired by the blue tailed mermaids. A thousand years pass, and the blue tails realize there is unrest and resistance to their rule, and give the Trident to a human for safekeeping, Captain Torrents. They had a bargain to share control over the sea, but he ran off with it. He commanded the merfolk to leave their island, Isla Sirena, and pillage the seas for him. The blue tails then ask a young preteen Jack to help them recover it. He does, using the power of the Trident to free all the merfolk, and give the Trident to the merman Tonra for safekeeping. I believe that Hades had Tonra place the Trident in the tomb, as he already had security measures in place to protect Black Rock Isle and the tomb. So there it sat, waiting for Henry to come break it. Those present for Jack's short time with the Trident likely spreading the rumor whether on accident or on purpose, claim it is lost now. Legends grow and change through years and word of mouth, and logically, if it was lost, where would it be but in Poseidon's tomb?

Note: 99% of any info not directly in the movies come from the wiki. I haven't read any of the extended media, nor played any games but i think the kinda bad At World's End pc game when I was a child. So if anything is super wrong, that is where I got my info from.

Feel free to add anything! I've been thinking about how to compile and figure out how to connect lore that very clearly wasn't,,,,, really supposed to connect in a very cohesive, linear way. And fic writers, feel free to use any of this! I'd love to see how y'all fit this into your own stories so feel free to tag me!

[artwithoutblood]

Dorian can't be happy, Satan's orders.

Ahh, so it was Satan who did it. I wonder if he's the tall radiant man. And apparently Dorian doesn't know him (mentioned in old lore)?

I'm curious. If Dorian was somehow to achieve some measure of happiness... if he managed to be patient enough with the Fallen, if they chose to stay and were able to be content... Would Satan then have to intervene?

But I think he just let Dorian have the Fallen because he knew it wouldn't be a problem.

It seems that this hell favours efficiency, and Satan might feel even fighting with Dorian and denying him things directly is an antidote to the drabness. Doing that could even give Dorian the energy of a frustrated goal and encourage him to challenge Satan or behave in inconvenient ways.

He may just not want to or particularly care to get into it.

So Satan initially slapped the muzzle on Dorian to make life miserable without really engaging and left him to monotony, and later maybe just allowed him to pine for the mortal he couldn't have.

But when Dorian took matters into his own hands, challenging the order of things or sneaking around the rules, Satan knew he didn't have to do much.

Dorian had been left in a situation where he would become bored, isolated and peevish, feeling abandoned. Circumstances where he would become his worst self. It encouraged desperation, impatience, unrealistically built up expectations, suppressed emotions that might burst out at the wrong time and lies that could become exposed. Then he was allowed to take a victim that would arrive traumatized, confused, in denial, and possibly defiant.

This would probably result in a bad ending similar to what we saw. It's not reliable that the Fallen would comply or adjust quickly, so there probably aren't many chances for poor Dorian to get the rosy outcome he wants.

And instead of being energized by anger and injustice at Satan for denying him, and rebelling even harder, Dorian is left demoralized and remorseful. Blaming himself for the consequences of his own actions and feeling emptier than before.

Whether it was malicious or not, intentional or not, Satan won without lifting a finger. Gave Dorian enough rope to hang himself. The nascent challenge fizzled, the order of the circles was upheld.

...As formidable as he is I think Dorian is not the smartest or scariest thing in hell. There is absolutely a a bigger fish here. 😨

can't draw the reply because all of my computers are out of commission, so we're....y'know.

Satan did not put it on him, but everyone jokes that he did. There is no reason for Lucy to bind when he himself is bound. Covered in ice, beautiful blonde hair that's near white, blue eyes that turn yellow in the sunlight. While Satan and Dorian have never met, I like to think that their interactions would be very much the "kind of silly guy vs serious guy who is amused by the silly." Something somber.

I think the relationship with the Fallen would fall apart no matter what. I fear it would be doomed.

Dorian's freedom is easy to get. He has to die again. He cannot die in the monotony, when he is bound to a world that repairs his body for him (for if he is injured he may use the ash as blood). He has never been injured past a few scratches. The ash patches itself even outside. There was a time when Dorian did not do his job. It burned him.

But perhaps he does not...mind the pain now.

The bigger fish is deep within the ice, not what sits on top of it.

[spumonibones]

Chasing Wings: Memoria 02

Pairing: Xiao x Venti First Chapter (Ao3) ; First Chapter (Tumblr)

Next Chapter Lore/Story Notes Chapter CW: None | Update Schedule: Every Wednesday Canon Divergence AU; Other Four Yaksha Still Live; Zhongli already retired but Osial hasn't happened; Canon Typical Violence

Note: I am slowly uploading (to mitigate spamming) this fic to be on Tumblr in addition to Ao3 - patience is appreciated! Summary: "To Err is Human, to Forget is Godly."

Almost 500 years ago, the Cataclysm happened. As the fires and monsters dwindled, most of the Seven had fallen. One, Barbatos, simply disappeared - and in his absence, the mourning songs of Dvalin would serenade the land of wind each yearly anniversary. The surviving Archons presumed him dead, and Monstadt presumed he simply never was.

Then one day, before a Traveler will fish Teyvat's Best Guide from its waters, a young man named Venti is rescued by the Vigilant Yaksha. Without memory a face as familiar as it is foreign, the question then becomes... What path can one take, when new memories meet old?

***

As the two exchanged verses, Venti learned that who he was speaking to was Hu Tao. More commonly addressed as Director Hu, because she was the director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. That the form of poetry and song he was familiar with, was much closer to Monstadt’s idea. Or so he was assuming, as when she said it he had simply agreed because far as she knew, he was a bard from Monstadt. Far as Venti knew, he wasn’t from anywhere around here but was clueless how to begin explaining that. He was starting to learn the intricacies of Liyue’s poetry, with Hu Tao gleefully sharing with him the various books that she had in the parlor. Initially he assumed most of them would be more morbid, but was pleasantly surprised to find the beauty in each delicately crafted work that weaved life, mortality, death, and possibility. Given the option, he would have stayed in that coffin discussing sonnets and stanzas and everything else he could with someone so proficient in knowledge. Especially after she started sharing some of her own with him!

Alas, speaking to one another in increasingly complicated meters was cut short by a deep voice that carried a smoothness to it that was peculiar in its familiarity. “Director Hu. I see your guest is awake?” The newcomer had entered the room, and the first thing that struck Venti was how perfect their posture was. Even with an incomplete memory, Venti felt confident he had never seen anyone in his life with a straighter back. Their hair was a dark brown, with the tips a shining bronze. Their skin tone was similar to Hu Tao’s, along with their clothes although unlike her shorts they wore suit pants and while her attire had floral accents to it this person’s had golden scales. The eyes were especially striking, two perfect samples of amber highlighted with gold. This person was also just tall. If Venti could stand, he suspected he’d reach their chest at the highest. Yet for all the attractive features they innately had, there was this odd agitation he could only assume came from being interrupted.

“Mr. Zhongli, welcome back! Want to see the poem we were working on?” Hu Tao offered, jumping out of her chair with the paper in her hand. “It’s got that bang! I’ve been trying to find!” She continued, offering up the scroll in the same way a child might offer it to a parent. Were these two related…? No, that doesn’t make any sense. She wouldn’t have addressed him so formally if they were, Venti thought.

"I would be delighted to, Director Hu." Zhongli replied, voice smooth and solid like stone. The request hadn't changed the relaxed visage, and Venti wondered if this was a normal occurrence. Just a funeral director, writing stanzas with an almost drowned stranger. The usual, apparently. "I take it our friend here is, indeed, a bard from Monstadt?" Zhongli continued, amber eyes flickering briefly to look at Venti with an unreadable expression, before returning to the papers.

That was… Peculiar.

"Mmhmm! Right, Venti?" Hu Tao offered the invite to bring their third wheel into the conversation. "I know you're going to want to give a lot of feedback, but now that you're here…" A sly, almost devilish smile made its way across her features, red eyes glinting with mischief. "I can drum up some business!"

"Please do not go overboard with the offers again, Director Hu. Coupons may be the way of the future, but cutting profits from them too sharply will outweigh the gains." Zhongli's words carried a certain weight with them, a maturity and wisdom that ill-matched that youthful appearance. The height and sharp features made first impressions be that this was an older man, but the smooth face was telling how few years it had actually seen. And yet the way Zhongli spoke, it was as if this were an old, weary soul trying to keep his charge out of trouble.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Zhongli~" And with that, Hu Tao left the room. Seconds later, she popped her head back in. "Oh! I haven't fed your guest yet!" She informed him, and at this Venti raised a brow.

Venti was… Zhongli's guest? This was getting more strange by the moment, his nails digging into the wood once more. He liked Hu Tao. She had vitality, creativity, and was a free-spirit yet still held true to her responsibilities. There was a safety in her presence. But she was leaving him here with this… For lack of a better descriptor, old man trapped in a body like that?

"I'll have the reception handle walk-ins. You get him some food, all right? Later!" Just as quickly as she returned, she was gone once more.

"So. You're a bard from Monstadt. What brings you to Liyue?" Zhongli asked, his eyes focusing on the task of neatly folding the paper. The lines were precise, aligned perfectly as he closed it to the size of an envelope.

"Hahah, call it big fish in a little pond situation. Once everyone knows you, there's nowhere to go. Figured I'd expand my reach." The lie fell from Venti's lips so easily. The bard felt an innate trust towards the man, but also a burning refusal to ask for help. An unusual tug of war between common sense and a stubborn streak, well hidden beneath a proud smile.

"Is that right? How interesting. May I inquire after your name, Mr. Bard?" Zhongli asked, his voice full of formality. The paper, folded too perfectly, was slid with a ginger care into his pocket.

Alarms were ringing in Venti's mind, but he ignored them. What was there to worry about? "Venti's the name, master of sonnets and songs!" He gave the best bow he could, wincing as his muscles burned in his legs when he stretched them from the movement.

"Venti, a pleasure. My name is Zhongli." The man returned the greeting, his manners matching both his tone and expression. "I'm actually quite familiar with the bards of Monstadt, and I must apologize, for I am not familiar with that name?"

The alarms that had been going off suddenly made sense. Venti's smile faltered, having been caught so quickly and so easily into the other man's trap. This guy… Venti thought, feeling a frown but forcing the smile on his face to remain. Managing a sheepish laugh, he let his body lean into the coffin, scratching the back of his head.

"Ahah, you got me. I'm actually… Not there yet. There was too much competition, and I couldn't stand out. Figured I could learn a lot in Liyue, but I ran into a bit of trouble." A bit was underselling what actually happened. Additionally, if Zhongli caught him in this second lie he was pressed for what to do. This Blockhead needs to mind his business, this is fine! The thought came unbidden, but it was right. Fine was relative, after all. Plenty of folk would have loved to pass out in a river, almost drown, and wake up in a coffin.

Actually, replaying those thoughts, Venti suspected only those of Hu Tao’s ilk would be particularly pleased with that turn of events. Personally he was just happy that he woke up at all.

“I see. You picked a most excellent destination for honing your skills, then. Liyue is a prosperous country, with its many bounties including history, art, and culture.” Zhongli didn’t question Venti about what he meant with ‘a bit of trouble.’ Nor did his face show any signs of belief or disbelief, merely eyes that held a hint of interest with something else. Hopefully the bard’s answer satisfied him. “Now, I should make good on Director Hu’s promise of feeding you. A taste of Liyue cuisine will do you well after such a rough start.”

Food sounded nice, but depending on where the two went Venti hoped for something much better with which to whet his tongue. If he was lucky, along the way perhaps he could meet someone else. Someone that didn’t watch him with a gaze that hid thoughts yet so easily saw through Venti’s. Hands on the sides with the best grip he could manage, Venti tried to push himself up and out of the coffin. With a wince followed by a sharp cry of pain, his arms gave out as he crumpled back into the wooden box. The calm temperament should have been reassuring, yet for some inexplicable reason Venti felt his face get hot with embarrassment that Zhongli had been the one to witness that.

“...I will get you assistance.” Zhongli spoke, melancholy in his words that was out of place with his otherwise courteous speech. Footsteps barely audible, he exited the room. Sucking in shallow breaths, Venti let his body remain limp within the coffin. What about that had been so humiliating? That was just some random guy, and Venti’s body had gone too many kilometers without fuel. Of course he couldn’t support himself yet! So why had Zhongli seeing it aggravated him so much!?

Within minutes Zhongli had returned, another gentleman there with him with that same polite demeanor. The newcomer was genial and careful of where hands went, lifting and carrying Venti with a respect that probably felt as ridiculous as it looked. One finely dressed man lifting a much smaller one in someone else’s pajamas. “Couldn’t carry me yourself, huh?” Venti asked, quirking a black brow at Zhongli as all three exited the funeral parlor.

“I fear I lack the strength to move you without incident. I do apologize.” Zhongli offered his condolences, but Venti could just sense there lacked sincerity to it. Also, that was a lie. The bard wasn’t sure how he knew, but he just knew it! As the gentleman kind enough to carry Venti to a cart passed the taller man, Venti could have sworn that Zhongli’s visage was closer to worried than the pleasant polite he had been wearing the whole time. Just as quickly as he thought he saw it, however, it had either gone or simply had never been there. The carriage took the trio plus the driver through the streets, and since he got to sit Venti took the opportunity to get nosy about his surroundings.

The architecture was drastically different from what little he got to see of Monstadt. Even the air itself carried with it a distinct taste and smell. A tang of flavours blended into meals that made his mouth water from the scent alone, a promise of delicacies on the wind. It was as if the world itself was embracing autumn with all the golds and browns. The only drawback he could find, was that every cobble and home held a rigidity to it. There was such a thing as too much structure, and what he was seeing of Liyue Venti got the impression that no inch of the city happened without more time spent on planning than actual construction. Frowning slightly, he tried to find where any space for sporadic bouts of inspiration could have slipped in with the buildings.

By the time the carriage stopped, Venti had to be shaken awake by the third gentleman after having dozed off, his neck at almost ninety degrees behind his shoulders. “We’ve arrived, Mr. Bard.” The gentleman spoke with a quiet voice, with the same softness as a parent would with a drowsy child. Giving his thanks, Venti didn’t get the chance to even try to walk himself inside before the kind stranger lifted him once more. A handful of passerbyers gave the three an odd look, but for the most part everyone seemed more interested in their own jobs or errands to care about the unusual sight. The restaurant itself was a breath of fresh air. The design was akin to an open one, the tables casual and each one offered a view of the kitchen. The stuffiness of Liyue’s perfect stacks of buildings seemed subdued within the restaurant, a friendly warmth that filled Venti’s nostrils with more than just tasty scents.

Once he was settled into a chair, the man gave a nod. “If you require further assistance Mr. Bard, please ask one of the Millelith. Not all of us can spare you help at all times, but if we are able to we want to ensure all visitors enjoy their stay. Please feel better.”

“Thank you, Zexuan. That was very kind of you.” Zhongli gave an appreciative nod of his head, of which was returned by the other man.

“All in a day’s work, Mr. Zhongli!” Zexuan’s entire demeanor lit up at the compliment, all but beaming before he exited the restaurant.

“Does this happen often?” Venti finally asked, resting his chin on one hand before tilting it just slightly to the side.

“Does what?” Zhongli asked, amber eyes on fingers that carefully, one by one, removed black gloves.

“Do people often get carried around by the… Millelith, he called them?” Venti asked, and across the table those hands paused in removing silken gloves. A second ticked, and then the gloves were removed entirely though Zhongli’s eyes did not look up.

“No. They do not. Out of curiosity, how familiar are you with Liyue?” Zhongli’s inquiry filled Venti’s shoulders with tension, but the bard merely spread his smile in apology.

“Not especially so, I’m afraid. I was encouraged to learn what I could here by a good friend.” That wasn’t entirely a lie. The knight that saved him was the closest thing to a good friend Venti had in this world, and even that was stretching it. “Would you mind telling me about it?”

“...No. I would not.” Zhongli’s voice lowered, a sadness Venti suspected to be there lurking beneath each syllable. “Let us order, first.” He suggested, looking up while taking in a deep breath. Right back to that marble posture. I should sit on his shoulders, see what happens, came the first of many intrusive thoughts. “Would you be remiss if I ordered for you, given your inexperience with our cuisine?” A simple nod was the consultant's answer. When a young girl with blue hair approached them, personality bubbly and excitable, Venti was once more disappointed that he got stuck with the stuffy boring guy.

The food was served quickly, along with a bottle of wine complete with two glasses. Spotting it, Venti’s eyes widened. His attention was so fixated on it, he didn’t notice the quirk of Zhongli’s brow. Truthfully, Venti had no idea what he was eating. Whatever it was, it was one of the best blends of spices and textures he had ever put in his mouth. Exempting apples. Nothing could ever beat a ripe, crispy apple… But this meal certainly came close. The sounds his stomach made, and how his toes wiggled while he ate didn’t bother him. If it bothered anyone else, the hunger that guided him with each mouthful prevented him from noticing. And the wine - the wine! His throat said that harder liquors had burned down his hatchet before, but the familiarity of it was divine all the same. There were hints of apricots, and he hummed happily after each glass he downed.

“What is this?” Venti finally asked, attention fixated on his plate and glass alone.

“Osmanthus wine.” Zhongli answered between his calmer bites.

“Mmm! Tastes the same as I remember.” Venti found himself saying with a laugh, but didn’t dwell on it too much. Well, at least that was one more nugget of recollection he had now. Zhongli watched him, those amber eyes once more burning too deeply into Venti.

“Is that right? And where are those who share the memories?” Zhongli’s turn of phrase was peculiar, as if he was asking more than just Venti. Asking people that weren’t there, that once were there. Was asking Venti in a way that he didn’t understand. Do we… Know each other? That was a silly thought. If they did, this man would have said something by now.

“Hah… Around, I guess?” Venti said, grinning in spite of the discomfort brewing inside. “I didn’t know this came from Liyue. A friend shared a bottle with me before.” He explained, just in case Zhongli was getting suspicious again.

“That would make sense. Osmanthus is often our choice for ‘reunion wine,’ and if you were meeting with an old friend that would be the ideal selection.” That somberness was back in Zhongli’s voice, and the behavior combined with the words was practically offensive in how cryptic it was. “You were curious about Liyue, so please allow me to offer you some insight to my home.” Despite being an obvious change of subject, the timbre voice made it flow so naturally Venti almost didn’t catch on. But once Zhongli started discussing the wonders of Liyue, there was no stopping him. At a glance, the man hadn’t seemed to be much of a story-teller. Yet his even tone combined with his calm demeanor made the way he weaved fact and legend to share the history of Liyue didn’t sound practiced or rehearsed. There was an undercurrent of passion and pride, quiet yet encompassing like a mountain. Despite himself, Venti found that he was leaning forward with his chin rested on both hands. The only other item he gave his attention to was the wine, of which he was fairly confident that he had consumed the majority of. There was a distant buzz in the back of his skull, but not enough for him to admit to being tipsy. Not yet. If another bottle was procured, maybe.

The pair found themselves in the little restaurant for hours, exchanging curiosities and explanations. Of all that they shared, one thing tugged the most at Venti. “Can I… Be honest with you about something?” He lowered his voice, suspicious that his question would garner him a great deal of curious attention. When he got a nod, he leaned in a bit closer. “You kept talking about this Archon, that Rex Lapis. Things called Visions? What… Are they?”

Yet another in a long line of even stares, but despite that even gaze Venti could sense the confusion within the other. “I think that is best saved for a more private setting.” Was all Zhongli said.

“Director Wu covering your meal again?” The blue-haired girl asked as the two approached her, Venti able to walk on his wobbly legs after rest and food.

“Ah… I suppose so.” Zhongli admitted, closing his eyes. “I recall setting my wallet down, but not picking it back up.”

“Heehee, I suspected that would be the case. We’ve already reached out to her, you two please take care!” She said, waving at the pair when they walked past.

“Thank you, Xiangling.” Zhongli offered her a grateful smile, and with that they left. The walk was silent, and Venti was disappointed to find there was no carriage again this time. As they strolled Liyue, the sun setting and casting an orange glow across the town as a whole, Venti couldn’t suppress his yawn. For whatever reason, he was this guy’s guest for now. But for how long? Where would he go, and what would he do after this? At least now he had a better understanding of the environment he was in. “There are Seven Archons in Teyvat. One for each element, one ruling within each region.” Zhongli was talking again, keeping a casual countenance to give any eavesdropper the impression the two were having a more philosophical than educational discussion. “Rex Lapis was the Archon of Geo, and ruled over Liyue for millenia. Of our two neighboring nations, there is Sumeru with the Dendro Archon Lesser Lord Kusanali… And Monstadt, of which the current status of its Anemo Archno, Lord Barbatos, is unknown. You may know what I am going to ask next, having said this?”

“How am I from Monstadt, and don’t know what an Archon is?” Venti asked, determined to keep his eyes on where he was walking instead of the pensive gaze he was receiving.

“Something of that nature, yes.” Zhongli dodged being direct, and that annoyed the bard. Perhaps that was payback for his lies until then? Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, but that little whisper telling him to hide everything from the other had gone silent.

“...There’s a lot I don’t remember. Everything before a couple of days ago, it’s… I can’t recall any of it.” Venti walked a fine line of truth and omittance, leaving out details he didn’t feel comfortable sharing. With the way the other man was obviously holding back information, it was impossible for Venti trust him completely. The wine was good, but not that good.

“I see.” Zhongli went quiet, his brows knitted in thought as they both kept walking. The streets were lively, even with the approaching night. As they turned a corner, the taller man gave a thoughtful hum. “Five-hundred years ago, there was an event known as The Cataclysm, among other names.” Something in those words made a shiver travel down Venti’s spine, a cold that made him tremble softly. “There was a land without an archon. Until that day, its people were free… Much like that of Monstadt. Shortly after that land fell, the Anemo Archon disappeared. Many believed he died as a result of the Cataclysm. There are… Stories, that the freedom the archon tried to give his people came at a cost. Others believe he simply gave up his seat and passed into obscurity. Today, most in Monstadt doubt he ever existed at all, living almost like those of… Of that now lost kingdom. There has been growing concern that due to the irresponsibility of Barbatos, that Monstadt will follow in that nation’s footsteps, and meet a similar end.”

“Okay, hang on. Real quick: did you get mugged in Monstadt or something?” Venti asked, turning his waist so that he could face Zhongli while still watching his steps from the corner of his eyes. The entire day, this man had been praising Liyue and making little remarks about Monstadt and its Archon. Venti didn’t entirely understand what an Archon was at the time, but was able to gather they were important. Especially now that he heard the Archon’s name, ignoring the shiver that joined hearing it. That was what those people had called him. Addressed him as a ‘god,’ and listening to Zhongli talk about Archons he was understanding the connection. About Barbatos being a god, not about himself. From his current view, how he was this Barbatos person was still a mystery.

A flicker of an odd expression passed across Zhongli, like that of annoyance or recollecting a bad taste. It was gone far too quickly for Venti to gather every emotion in that split-second, but between agitation had been almost fondness. Almost. “That is not relevant.”

Oh, I was kidding but I guess I was right? Venti thought. Logically, he should have felt bad for the guy. Getting mugged had probably been a traumatic experience, and yet he found a grin trying to snake its way onto his face. “I’m starting to think it is.” The bard said, and found disapproving amber eyes looking down into his green ones. Oops, right, that was a sore subject. Time to divert away! “That aside, what’s the point in what you said? You still haven’t even explained these Visions to me.”

“All in due time.” Came yet another in Zhongli’s many vague replies. Hands on his hips, Venti paused a moment so he could properly glare at the taller man. The consultant simply kept walking, unperturbed. Giving an audible huff, Venti put his arms down and hurried after the other. The two found themselves exiting the large city gates of Liyue Harbor, a carriage in the distance. “Yesterday, one of Liyue’s yaksha approached me with you in tow. As your memory is lost, you would not be aware that Liyue’s Archon, Rex Lapis, has passed a year ago. Without his guidance, Liyue has stepped into the era of humans and thus the yaksha have been reaching out to us more. I was surprised that my humble job of consultant was taken to so genuinely by them, but as any citizen I was more than happy to do my part and assist him. He did not know what to do with you. The Diligent Yaksha had rescued you, with the understanding yours would be the last life he saved before losing himself to karma. However…” Zhongli stopped, his brows knitting together as emotions waged beneath the smooth stone of his visage. Only his eyes gave any hint to what he was feeling, and even those obscured most of it. Turning his gaze to look down at Venti, he hesitated.

Blinking, Venti felt the hot tears on his face, the motion setting them free. Reaching up, he placed fingers on the streams in surprise. “Why am I…? Sorry. Uh, please, continue.” Clearing his throat, Venti awaited more of what was to come. Zhongli watched him, eyes searching for something. Sighing, whatever he was looking for wasn’t there.

“Visions are gifts bestowed upon mortals by the gods to acknowledge their worth, and allow humans to manipulate one of the Seven Elements. You do not have one, yet you used one of those elements: Anemo. Even more curious, was that you used it to cleanse Liyue’s Diligent Yaksha of his karma.” The carriage was much closer now, and spotting the pair the driver hollered a greeting.

“Heheh, you think something that amazing was me?” Venti’s laughter was shaky, his nervousness palpable. “ I just, sang him a lullaby. It was the only thing I could do. I know music can save people, but not that literally…” He trailed, before hesitating. Looking up at Zhongli, he asked in spite of the fear, “...Could it?”

“It appears that it did.” Zhongli said simply, and then motioned towards the carriage. “Arrangements have been made with Wangshu Inn, where you will be staying. I suspected you did not have a place to call home, and if I am incorrect I apologize. Adjusting your destination will be no trouble at all.”

All he could do was stand there, stunned. Just like that? Dumped all of that on Venti, and then just decided to say farewell? What was with this guy?! Next chance I get, I’m forging his signature to request him the most potent laxatives there are! The intrusive thoughts returned full-force, and he puffed out his cheeks in exasperation. To make it all worse, Zhongli had the audacity to smile fondly down at Venti! As if the rising annoyance was somehow endearing!

“That’s it?” Venti asked, brows pushing down on his eyes. “And no, of course I have nowhere to go! And if I do, you know I don’t remember you Blockhead!”

“Ah. I never thought a time would come in which I would find such joy in that name.” Zhongli sighed, his shoulders subtly relaxing. A warmth was in his eyes, arms behind his back as he casually held his wrist. “Yes, though I do not see how a warm bed with a roof could elicit such disappointment. In fact, I am confident that the inn would be all-too happy to let a blossoming bard such as yourself play there to help cover the cost of food. There are many travelers that cross through there, including those from Monstadt. It would be a good opportunity to… Are you all right?”

“Lord Barbatos, everyone will gather just to hear your pretty little songs. You’ll serenade for us, won’t you? Here. I have some hymns you can practice with. Won’t you let me hear your voice?” Her words echoed in his head, his entire body locking up in that moment he forgot there weren’t walls surrounding him, trapping him. Zhongli’s hand was on his shoulder, the glove having been put back on somewhere between the restaurant and there. An odd thing to notice, but it helped pull Venti back from the memory.

“Sorry. Uh. Stage fright.” Venti lied. The hand remained on his shoulder just long enough to give a gentle squeeze, and then retracted entirely.

“...You can discuss your options with the inn. I apologize for presuming.” Zhongli was back to his normal mask of formality, yet he could not keep hidden the way amber eyes gave a worried search over the bard. Shifting beneath the gaze, Venti coughed.

“Yes.” Venti agreed simply.

“I should also mention that the yaksha you met will be assisting you with your Anemo usage. I suggested it, as he carries an Anemo Vision and is best suited to doing so. It seemed mutually beneficial, so that you may cleanse his karma in exchange. You do not have to worry about this arrangement starting immediately. A fake Vision should be arriving shortly to help you cover up your peculiarity, and I would recommend waiting for it.” Cordial and informative, Zhongli was slipping back into the way he presented himself when the pair first met. It was still him, just a different side of him.

“I know I should thank you for everything you’re doing but… Why are you?” Venti asked. There was being a generous person, and then there was this.

“Anyone in Liyue would do what they could to support our adepti, and those that have saved them. Perhaps to you, an outsider with no memory, you do not understand the importance of your actions. You may see this as kindness, but it is my and Liyue’s gratitude guiding these actions.” There was nothing that Zhongli had said throughout the day to give Venti any reason to doubt the authenticity of his words. Even the jabs seemed to come from a more good-natured source. Having no reason to, Venti still suspected there was more to this that the consultant wasn’t sharing. “I hope your journey is safe, Venti.”

“Thank you. You too, Zhongli.” Accepting he was not going to get more out of the man, Venti continued his walk towards the carriage. Hearing the footsteps of Zhongli leaving, an idea hit him. Well, he couldn’t get the whole truth but… “Hey! Zhongli!” He called, cupping his mouth to help carry his voice. The consultant stopped, head over shoulder with a quirked brow. “I’m sure she was just being polite, but you do know your wallet’s in your left pocket, right?”

“Is that right? I see. Thank you for making me aware, Bard.” Zhongli answered back, the depth of his voice carrying as if through the ground itself. Face blossoming into a happy smile, Venti gave a final wave before hurrying into the carriage. Didn’t even bother to see if the consultant checked his pockets - he already knew the man would.

As he made far enough distance, the carriage out of sight, Zhongli reached his hand into his left pocket. Felt only the sharp lines of the poem he had folded up to read later. Briefly closing his eyes, he let out a long exhale. “You never change, do you, Barbatos?” He asked the wind, amber eyes glowing with hints of Geo as he looked upwards at the sky.

[moodiestmags]

Guys here’s some lore about my first Tav I love her so mubh (it’s 12:30am I gotta go to bed)

Anyway! This is how she and karlach first met <3

It was your run of the mill day in Baldur’s Gate. The sun shining through fluffy clouds on a cerulean backdrop, while gulls flew around the coast hoping to get a good meal from the dozens of fishing boats dotting the harbour.

Enver Gortash, renowned artificer, was aboard a different kind of ship docked with the rest. He’d gone on a trip to gather resources and finalize designs from friends downriver. Or, at least, that’s what the schedule rolled up in Caedra Latherin’s chest pocket said.

The young drow was newly out of the underdark and high on the fresh air afforded above ground. With so much energy and no money to put it anywhere else, it was funnelled into a rather lucrative life of crime in the city. She had her own little room in a tavern outside Wyrm’s Crossing, and kept the guards’ noses out of the less fortunate who weren’t so practiced as her.

Needless to say no Flaming Fist knew where she was staying, and she’d like to keep it that way, though this heist might be pushing her luck.

Not only was Gortash guarded by a group of well-paid corsairs, there was a young tiefling woman with him as well, towering over him, and with a great axe leaning against the post next to her. When Gortash passed she picked it up and swung it over her shoulder with little effort, following him to where he was signing papers.

It was now or never. Caedra put away her spyglass, took a breath, and jumped from her roost on the bridge. A short swim later, and she arrived at the anchor, climbing into the belly of the ship.

It was dark, which was good, though not as full of cargo as she had hoped - they’d been moving stuff already so her time was limited.

She unhooked a crowbar from her back and wedged it under the nailed down lid of the nearest box, finding only gears and cogs.

With a hiss, she turned to the next one. It had something better - ingots of steel or iron or silver. She couldn’t tell, not in this light, but tossed a couple in her bag.

Her ears pricked suddenly to movement above her head, but the footsteps faded away and she thought she could afford to get her lock picks out and go for the ornate foot locker tucked nearby.

Three picks later the chest finally clicked open, and a smile parted her face at the rich clothes and coin-purse inside. She grabbed the purse, finding it heavier than expected but that never meant anything bad, and tucked it away. Until frantic footsteps started to close in on her location, and the double doors to the hold flew open to reveal that tiefling. Wielding the greataxe this time. Caedra’s eyes went wide, and she nearly shut the lid on her fingers.

“Hey you!”

The sheer excitement in her voice scared the drow more than the weapon she held, but Caedra had snapped out of her shock fast enough to have a head start, and made a beeline for the anchor chain.

“You little- you’re not getting away!” She had dropped the axe and took off after her, picking up a nearby vase and throwing it.

The porcelain shattered just where Caedra’s head would have been in a moment, and made her yelp. Unfortunately it was also enough for the bodyguard to catch up with her, and deliver a shocking blow to the head - enough to knock her out cold on the wooden floorboards.

“Aw fuck, my head.” Caedra groaned, barely opening her eyes to the glaring brightness of the daylight around her. She tried moving her hands only to find them cuffed.

“How hard did you hit her, Karlach?” She knew that voice, she’d heard it enough in the high halls she crept through.

“Just enough to knock her out, mister Gortash. She’ll be fine.”

“Fucking Gortash.” Caedra mumbled, now able to make out silhouettes against the sky from where her face was laid on the beach sand.

“Sorry, what was that?” The man said, turning towards her.

“Nothing.”

“Get her up.” With such a simple command, that “Karlach” had grabbed her by the arm and brought her to her feet.

“You’d do well to learn some manners, girl. But I suppose you’ll have plenty of time in a prison cell, hmm? Take her, Karlach, make sure she’s as uncomfortable as possible.”

“Yes, sir!” Karlach saluted, hauling the drow off toward the city’s prison beneath the flaming fist barracks.

She was not going without some complaints, though.

“Can’t you just let me go?? I barely even got anything!” Caedra grumbled, trying without luck to pull herself free. Truth be told her head was still ringing like a bell after being struck so hard. “You hit like a damn rothé.”

“Thanks, and no.” Karlach replied happily. “You got caught stealing. ‘S not a good line of work, you know? Now you have to face the consequences.”

The drow closed her eyes as she was dragged, forcing her lagging brain to catch up. She would not be spending the next week or so behind bars, that was all she knew.

As she walked slowly beside the tiefling, she managed to pull her arm up enough to loosen a hairpin slipped into the hem of her sleeve. With clever fingers and flexible wrists, she started the daunting task of lockpicking by feel alone.

“Why in the the hells are you working for someone like Gortash anyway?” Caedra said, trying to divert attention from her hands.

“Hey, he’s an honest bloke.” Karlach sounded scolding. “Pays well, and I get to do what I’m good at.”

“Hitting people over the head?”

“Hitting criminals over the head.” The tiefling corrected.

Caedra felt the mechanism seize slightly, all she had to do now was wait for the right moment to press it a little further. It would click open and then she’d have to run.

They were nearing the middle of the city now, walking down the Main Street. It was busy this time of day, and a perfect setting for a quick getaway.

“Hope you still get paid after today, then.”

“What do you mean?” Karlach asked with a raised eyebrow, and just as she was turning to look down at the drow, Caedra unlocked the cuffs and took off.

Her wet boots slipped on the cobbles and she could hear her captor gaining ground, shouting at the people around to seize her.

A group of patrolling soldiers unfortunately heard her, and now there were three people giving chase.

Caedra shoved past a group of strangers, and ducked off the street into a small alley full of crates. With nowhere else to go, she climbed up them and onto the rooftops.

Her chest heaved as she pressed herself onto the warm terracotta shingles, looking down at the commotion she’d caused.

Karlach cursed loudly, her tail swishing like an angry cat’s as she turned around looking for any trace of where the drow went. The fist patrol joined her, looking across at the crowds.

Caedra took a moment to undo the laces on her boots and take them off, letting them and her socks begin to dry.

When she looked back, it was right into the eyes of that damned tiefling. Her pupils narrow in the sunlight, and giving the illusion that her irises were flickering flame. Her eyebrows darkened her eyes and her nose flared, as she started back after her trail.

Caedra’s red eyes went wide as she realized how fast Karlach was gaining as she lied in the sun. She got to her feet quickly and ran, frightening gulls and pigeons as she did.

But she was running out of room, and her only escape seemed to be a jump between buildings.

Adrenaline told her she could make it. She could not.

The moment Caedra’s front foot left the shingles of the roof, she knew she miscalculated. In a panicked attempt to correct herself, she tried falling backwards. Which worked, but only for her chest and torso, and she was still very quickly sliding off the roof. Her nails scratched and clawed at the rough surface until she was dangling twenty feet in the air and hanging on by her hands.

Her heart hammered in her chest, blood pounding in her ears and its tang on her tongue as she frantically tried hauling herself up, to no avail.

The sun was blotted out by a figure, who put her hands on her knees and tried to catch her breath.

“You give a hell of a good chase, thief. I’ll give you that. Whew. You winded me, no easy feat.”

Caedra’s palms were sweaty, her fingers slipping. She looked up at Karlach with wide, pleading eyes as she also struggled to catch her breath. “What’re you even doing this for? Why so insistent on getting away?” The tiefling crouched down to better meet her eyes.

Was she really asking her that? “I’m not gonna tell someone who works for Gortash why I’m doing this.” She spat the name, and Karlach just pressed her lips into a thin line.

“I’m not gonna tell him, I just wanna know.” Something about her voice was sincere, made Caedra want to tell her the truth.

“I- I sell the stuff I find to give to the less fortunate around here. Keep them going a little longer. And I just escaped the underdark, I…I don’t know what else to do.”

Karlach took a deep breath, sighed, and reached down to pull the drow up by her arms. It was like she weighed nothing.

She set her down away from the edge and dusted her shoulders off, holding them as she spoke.

“Listen, just go. Get out of here and don’t let me catch you around Mister Gortash again, you hear me?”

Caedra briefly frowned, concerned for the reaction Karlach could receive in turn, but pushed that thought away. Why should she care? This was her exit.

“Y-Yes.”

“Go on, then.”

Caedra turned from the tiefling and disappeared down a ladder she found, making her way back to the tavern room she rented as fast as possible.

[weatheredpileoftomes]

a sequence of calamities

For FFXIVWrite Day 18, “a fish out of water”. Temimi, early A Realm Reborn, spoilers for Tonberry lore (and warnings for Tonberry lore), ~700 words. A little canon-divergent in places.

It’s been…some time.

The lesser moon is gone. In the night sky Menphina wanders alone, her hound lost.

Temimi travels by day, and keeps the curtains drawn at night.

*

People have a tendency of explaining things to Temimi as if she doesn’t know them; she ought to be offended, maybe, except…she doesn’t.

A ferryman tells her about the Sahagin, and about Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn, and about something called the Thalassocracy that runs Limsa Lominsa. Temimi, clutching her stolen robe tighter around her with her mittened hands, nods with interest.

There are twins on the ferry with her, bored to sleep by the ferryman’s ramblings. Temimi makes careful mental notes instead. She would be expected to know about the Admiral, most likely. She would certainly be expected to know about the Sahagin.

“Thank you,” she says, when they reach the docks of Limsa Lominsa safely, after all.

“Hey,” he says. “If you don’t mind, where are you from? I’ve never heard an accent quite like yours, and I’ve ferried an awful lot of travelers.”

Temimi swallows. Her mouth is dry, but she can’t lick her lips to moisten them before she speaks; she has none to lick. “Nowhere I’m going back to,” she says.

He nods, and asks no more questions. She would go back, if she could. But it does all right as a deflection.

*

Baderon Tenfingers, the man who runs the Adventurers’ Guild, doesn’t just tell Temimi how to find the markets; he sends her to people who will make sure she understands what a fair price is, and where to look for one. It might be a courtesy for any newcomer.

Temimi has never seen the funny little coins they call gil before. It’s a relief when she sees people trading Allagan-stamped metals for larger purchases—that much, at least, hasn’t changed.

She wonders if the Allagans really stamped that many metal pieces, that they can still be used even now, or if people have made more since then. The value of a coin is what people give it; the value of a robe, or a meal, is certain. And the Allagans were ancient even in her time.

*

She meets a cheerful and bespectacled man in a library—a little shorter than her, she thinks, though maybe not shorter than she was before. She thinks she grew.

“Oh, hello!” he says. “Are you interested in Ancient Nym too?”

I was born in Nym, Temimi doesn’t say. I am ancient.

“How old is it?” she asks.

“The Sixth Umbral Calamity happened one thousand, four hundred twenty-three years ago,” he says. It isn’t casually; he’s proud of his knowledge.

That’s…so many years. So many. Temimi wants to ask— “And how long,” she asks carefully instead, “how long was the Fifth Astral Era?”

Her fellow student’s eyes and lips work as he calculates silently. “Fifteen hundred…seventy-seven years, roughly.”

“Ah,” Temimi says, or hopes she says. People she knew who were not stricken by the Green Death died in the Sixth Umbral Calamity, then. She wants to ask what it was, and doesn’t dare.

*

“There was a Calamity five years ago,” Baderon tells her. Temimi can see a few of the other people around shaking their heads impatiently. Someone scoffs. She looks up at Baderon with polite interest, not that he can see her expression behind her veil—not that he could read her expression even if he could see it—and waits for him to continue.

He tells her about a Garlean invasion—she has no idea who the Garleans are, but gets the impression they fancy themselves a new Allag, and resolves to act accordingly—and a battle at a place called Carteneau. Dalamud was no moon, but a cage for a primal, unleashed upon the world.

She nods, storing all this away too.

There were heroes to save much of the world. She wonders if there were heroes in the Sixth Umbral Calamity as well, if aught of Nym, or Amdapor, or even Mhach survived, and doesn’t ask. A simple adventurer wouldn’t care, and that’s all she is now—an odd-jobber, a willing hand, a last resort. That Baderon keeps finding her work to do means things are worse than they should be.

Well, she’ll do what she can. What else could she do?

[alketaire]

ce lore pseudo-liveblogging under the cut

link to an upload post

started with the osiris logs. always fucking stoked when ikora and ophiucus are doing their thing.

he can’t even say Sagira’s name nooooo ;_; IKORA CAN’T EVEN DESCRIBE HOW HE LOOKS AT HER SHELL NOOOOO TT_TT

and then he’s a tea snob lol ofc. if you hand osiris anything he’s prob encountered it in at least 320400 timelines, he’s a ___ snob all day every day

we’re at a 2-harrumphs-per-page consistent rate so far, most excellent

significant discussion so far of potential ways both Sagira and Savathûn could be brought back. HMMM.

ooh, use of “katabasis” in the mythological sense as a metaphor for what Osiris thinks Savathûn might have gone through, neat

why is Osiris mumbling to himself a point of worry, he’s been talking to himself for three kajillion years. plus he’s mumbling about inanna and i am ALWAYS down for more sumerian mythology in media

lol Ikora and Ophiucus talking again is great bc the second one of them agrees with the other they switch sides and keep arguing, love it

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ok on to calus! dan said this one has people in an uproar which. the woman is a civilization of problems in a 500-pound bag, i think i’m ready *immediate missing mom* oh no.

baby caiatl slip slidin around you deserved so much better than the everything ;_;

oh, cool, specifics of uluran biology/history/culture! love it except this family is still a fucking nightmaOH JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK

ok why is Umun’arath the least insane person here

wait. wait. WAIT THE FUCKING SECOND. THIS SEEMS TO IMPLY THE PSIONS ARE THE ECUMENE. WAS OXA MADE FROM TAOX. I THOUGHT THAT SHIT ON REDDIT WAS PURE SPINFOIL BUT WHAT THE FUCK

this whale riding shit sounds like if you asked calus what he thought “drunk driving” should be

aw MANNNNN i wanna turn into a monument of solid bone when i get too old

gotta say all the like uluran worldbuilding so far is just. cool as fucking hell. lithium-carved cave art would be super shiny for a while compared to the oxidized rock surrounding it. shame torobatl and the uluran homeworld wherever it is are fucked.

speaking of cool as fucking hell, caiatl, empress of ‘rip to my copilot but im different’

lol @ calus smooshing his face through a model of the Almighty as he throws a drunk tantrum at umun’arath. he’s, uh, not wrong tho?

glad that caiatl and dan agree about ghaul’s voice. that man could be telling you to go to the corner store for milk and you’d be ready to duel someone to the death for the last carton of lactose-free 1%

OOOOOOO THE GHOST PRIMUS WHO WILL RESURRECT OUR EMPIRE HOLY SHIT HOHOHOHO guardianghaulsomehowplease

mood whiplash, am now crying

so MUCH fucking light imagery around ghaul, cmon now

aaaaand ahamkara. fuck’s sake. do we - OH NO. oh shit. caiatl empress of being fucking BORN paracausal!!

fortunately, she is caiatl and spends the entire next page going “yeah fuck all this bullshit” because a wish for someone to love does not mean a wish for someone who won’t be your downfall lol

omg cabal fantasy football i’m DEAD

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on to the elsie book! i have known tokki for two lore entries and three paragraphs and i would die for her

oh so cloudstriders are uluran-sized. neat.

hmm. wonder if pouka’s communication works that way with guardians. or even non-exos, for that matter.

oh so elsie knew there was a mega-human out on a station near pluto two four years ago but nbd, what is this fish thing?????? ig it helped her learn stasis but ma’am really?

lol after a bunch of people being all like ooh hive magic is the next darkness class ooo! nah brah hive magic was fancy stasis the whole time

OH NO. yeah fuck that timeline elsie. ooh THAT timeline fucks though

ooh so does that one! mara with stasis yes please

OH POUKA IS AN EMOTIONAL SUPPORT DARKNESS FISH, VERY COOL

the image of elsie breaking out of stasis prison shouting SCIENCE is pretty good, not gonna lie, but for a second i thought it was gonna be ALLAHU AQBAR and that’s also pretty fuckin good

man i knew the brays were all fucked up but “i didn’t in hundreds of years think of just loving my sister (eta: WHO SPENT TWO LIFETIMES DESPERATELY SEARCHING FOR WHAT IT MEANS TO BELONG. IF YOU DIDN’T NOTICE.) like a normal goddamn person until i was threatened with death over my need for total control” is a pretty big L, elsie

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https://www.tumblr.com/typewriter83/751205799108427776/lana-cub-here-i-think-you-said-once-that-tommy?source=share

that... Wow.

That must be one of the most accurate and interesting analysis about tommy that I have read, and everything you said makes so much sense. When I don't think I can appreciate you morez you come up with a whole fucking thing that shows me how mature you are. He is a man child (and honestly i now wonder if this developted in him since childhood. I mean, game/show never told nothing about their childhood besides having a dad (in joel's house, you can see a picture of little!joel fishing with their dad) but what if something happened to this dad and joel had to be the man of the house (I always found his sense of responsibility a little too rooted in him) and having to take more care of tommy than before? We will never know, but that would explain some things about tommy.

Also, the maria part, I think you just made me realize why I never really I sympathized with maria's character and never really liked her and tommy as a couple (even tho they dancing in the background of part2 was cute). I knew i never really liked maria: this is more about opinion, but i feel like maria's only shown personality is just being authoritive and ruling people around. And, unfortunately, their making maria's character even more annoying on the show. So, of course (and you helped me realize) that maria's favorite part about tommy could easily be this childlike part of him of always wanting someone to guide/rule his life. And like you said, because joel's death was a thump to him and fucked him up, tommy and maria went to a crisis for the first time: she just didn't know how to keep him under her control anymore, he was uncontrolled. This dynamic sounds boderline toxic if you ask me, and maybe people don't view maria as toxic only because she's not the man in the relationship here.

I wonder how will you put this into practice in your story, and how that could affect the main plot (specially when they find about that).

I also wonder if this man child part of him, even fho it was cracked, was tiggered in the farm scene. I mean, let's remember basic child behaviour: child wants, child asks for. Child receives a "no"? Child cries and gives a tantrum. That was basically all the farm scene if we really go on with the logic of tommy being a man child. Once he found out ellie wasn't so sure about hunting abby, it's like he totally forgot that he was talking to his niece and putting her in danger again, and then threw shit on the fan.

Oh my gosh, this reply is just so much - so much goodness to dig into. I think Tommy is a complex character - I actually think every character in this universe has the potential to be complex if someone is willing to dig into it. But Tommy is someone in the game who has the unique experience of having experienced many lives through his life.

Season 2/Game 2 spoilers below cut

I think you’re right that there was probably only one parent involved in the Miller household, probably mom. I believe Joel to be around 8ish years older than Tommy, and it’s possible that Dad Miller left sometime after Tommy was born, leaving a 10ish year old Joel is raise his little brother. You mention the photo of Joel and dad - Joel is pretty young in that photo, probably kindergarten age so pre-Tommy. Joel remembers dad being someone he looked up to, and either Joel was wrong about him, or something scared him off - or maybe he passed away.

If we go off game ages - I tend to stick to that universe/timeline when analyzing - Joel was about 19/20 when Sarah was born which means Tommy was about 11/12, so theoretically, Joel was raising Sarah and helping raise Tommy. Joel was a very influential part of Tommy’s entire life, so when Maria says to Ellie (in the show) that Tommy was doing what Joel did, of course he did!

And mixing game and show lore, maybe the army messed Tommy up more than it helped him grow up. And you’re right, maybe Maria liked that about him, clung to that - she was a mom at some point too, and maybe she liked the idea of Tommy needing her in a capacity that was more than a lover. (Kind of ironic when you think about it - seeing as another conversation we’ve been having revolves around the Joel/Ellie dynamic transcending father/daughter or something more/else, right?)

And I agree with you that losing Joel was a catalyst that changed Tommy’s personality - he went after Abby to protect Ellie because that was what Joel would have done/wanted him to do. By the end of the game, Tommy is broken and lost and does want revenge, which was never Joel’s way (that’s a WHOLE OTHER conversation regarding game 2, omg, what a shit show - wanna talk about that next?), but Tommy is so lost without Joel (and Maria).

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Our Girl

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Jake Lockley x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader

Summary: After Layla left, Marc wasn't the same he felt betrayed as Steven moved on so quickly, he didn't blame you for this, he never could.

Marc was a hard egg to crack. 

While Steven warmed up to you rather quickly, he loved to talk and you loved to listen to whatever he had to say. Egyptian Gods? Lore? Myths? Tombs? Sure, you were all in.

When Marc was in charge, you often just stayed behind, avoiding him, you felt bad about making Layla leave in a way, but just as you said, you are not willing to leave Jake. Never.

While you stayed low around Marc, with Steven you felt at home.

He was warm, kind and shy. Something you loved teasing him with.

Even your slightest sexual comment would make the man blush and stutter, it was cute.

Extremely cute.

You spent more time in their flat as well. Even when it was Marc, you stayed there, reading a book, cooking or watching his fish.

"You should get a third one." you said one time, forgetting that it was Marc for a moment.

"I know, you already said that to Steven." he said with a rather calm voice, he usually talked to you in a rough way, but not this time.

That was the time you realized that while Steven was in charge, Marc was still conscious and could hear and see everything Steven did.

Not like that would change your behaviour. 

Then there was Jake, your lovely brutal murderer whom you loved so much.

Khonsu still instructed him on who to kill and what to do, and he followed, and so did you. It was actually quite a nice routine.

You helped Jake during the night, then you would get back to his place, have sex on whatever surface you felt like doing it at that particular moment and then fall asleep in each other's arms. Then you'd wake up with Steven, get over the awkward stage of him being flustered because you two are naked, make breakfast and he would go to work while you just walk around London, trying to catch anything unusual with Khonshu. You would usually go pick up Steven after work, you two either go to a restaurant or get groceries to cook something.

It was a nice routine, comfortable and warm.

You loved it really.

If only Marc could get used to you as well.

Today, it was him, he woke up and headed to work. He was the one who gently pushed you away as you walked into the kitchen to greet him in the morning. 

And you had enough.

You had enough of the fact that you constantly had to walk on glass around him. 

You had a plan. 

A terrible plan, but you had one.

One morning, Marc woke up and he was expecting you to be there. But you weren't, not in the bed, not in the bathroom or the kitchen. 

"Maybe she went out?" asked Steven in the mirror.

"I don't care."

"Yes, you do! Stop lying to yourself Marc, you like her! As much as I do if not more! I saw you with her during the nights when you run your hands all over her face and kiss her. I saw it all." Steven's words hurt Marc on a new level. Like a teen getting caught kissing their pillow. 

Marc knew there was no point in lying to Steven. 

"She loves Jake, don't forget that, not us."

"Jake is us. He is a part of you just like me. If she loves him, she loves us." Steven always made it sound so much easier than it really was. Marc was supposed to be the strong one, but it was Steven really.

"Go find her." said Steven as he turned in the mirror in the bathroom. "Tell her how you feel, you know she avoids you because of Layla."

Marc knew that, he knew very well he behaved like a child whose toy was taken from them.

He didn't blame you for what happened, he blamed himself, his feelings for Layla were not strong enough.

He wondered if his feelings towards you might be stronger.

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You stood in front of the boys’ work, waiting for anyone really, Jake, Steven or Marc. Just someone to finally show up as they were late.

You contemplated heading up and into the building but decided against it. You rather not embarrass yourself or anyone.

You looked at the sky and let out a groan.

You pulled your phone out and dialled Steven.

"Hello?"

"Steven! What's going on? I have been waiting for you to finish work for the last...30 minutes."

Silence.

"Love... today's my day off. I told you that."

He did. You just forgot. Shit.

"Oh," was all you said before you hung up and with a simple motion teleported yourself to his home.

You scared him as he flinched nearly dropping the fish food he was holding.

"What the- You can teleport?!"

"Yes. I thought you knew- Oh, Jake knew." you said as you took your coat off.

"And you have been making me run around London looking for stuff when you can just go and be there in seconds?"

"Yes, but it's hard to explain to people how can a person just disappear into thin air. So, what did you do today?"

"Nothing really, fed Gus, watched some telly. What about you?"

"Good. I was just with Khonshu, he thought he had a lead but didn't. You could have come with me! I forgot this was your day off."

"Naah, I was fine here, I also did some shopping, got you some snacks you like."

"Well, thank you kind sir." you walked into the kitchen only to see dinner was ready. "And you made pasta?! Steven, you are just... wow, okay I'll get on my knees for you, come here." you said as you smelled the incredibly delicious food. 

"Y/N." now, that wasn't Steven, you looked back to see Marc. 

"Hi Marc. I was about to give Steven a good time, if you could switch back..." 

"I wanted to talk."

Oh boy. This never meant any good did it? You went out of the kitchen and sat down on the table, pushing away a couple of books in the process.

"I'm listening."

Marc took a deep breath before he looked into the mirror. You knew Steven was saying something to him.

"One day I'll crack that and I will be able to see and hear him in the mirror." you said more to yourself but it made Marc look at you. Your powers always amazed him to no end.

You were so powerful.

"That's-You could do that?"

"I have been trying to. I figured out a couple of things, there are certain things I can do to make you switch. I noticed music is a good trigger for example. Or food. Whenever you eat something, Steven likes to be in control."

"I didn't know I could... trigger it like that."

"Oh, you could. I noticed when danger was near, Jake reacted soo fast even I am not able to. Then once the job is done, you or Steven are back."

Marc's mind was blank, what could he say to that? He looked in the mirror but Steven was stunned as well.

"Anyway, you wanted to talk about something." you said as you crossed your legs and put your hand on your knee.

"Yes. I did. I don't know how to say this, but I noticed you have been avoiding me, like now, you sat down so far away as if I was to break if you are closer, but I won't. My mind might be broken but my body is strong." that made you smirk a little, oh how you knew his body was strong. "Not like that." he said trying to get back to his point. "I noticed this and I know it is because of what happened with Layla. I said this before I don't blame you for what happened. Jake is his own person and he found you, you two fell in love, great. And now Steven too. And-and I think... I do too." he said the last part with such a silent voice you had to really listen to understand. 

And you did. And it shocked you.

"You do? You like me?" it was strange to think he did. He wasn't exactly nice or rude to you. He was just... there. Marc wasn't really talkative with you, he never asked you anything besides 'What's for dinner' or 'Where's the shampoo' but, you did like him. 

"I do like you yes, and I am over with pretending I don't. I over running away from my feelings. This-this is something that physically pains me you know. When I see you smile or laugh with Steven and you don't do that to me. And God knows what you do with Jake."

"More than laughing." you confirmed and he nodded.

"I want to do that too. I want to laugh with you, watch movies with you, go to dinner with you, cook with you and sleep with you. I want it all but only if you want it too."

"You know, for a long time now, Jake always told me to stay away from you two, that you two had someone and I wouldn't want to get mixed up in it. I don't know if he wanted to keep me to himself because he was possessive or because he wanted to protect you two from the trouble. But I was never against it. Mental issues or not Marc you are an amazing person. Steven is a great example of it, who wouldn't love a man like you? You kept Steven safe for so long. And to have you all three, it will be a challenge but... I helped kick a big purple alien's ass, I think I can handle you three. You boys will have to learn to share." you smiled and you saw the switch this time. "Only if you agree, Jake." he rushed over to you putting his arms on each side of you, locking you in as you move your arms around his neck.

"I knew you could do it. I told you they will love you." he leaned over and smirked as you turned and his nose hit your cheek. "Mi Amor, déjame besarte por favor."

"You are too handsome to resist you know that? But I was kind of in the middle of something with Marc." his eyes shined, to finally have the others love you as well, Jake felt like he won. And he did. He made them fall for you and he didn't even have to do anything, this meant you would be by his side at all times. Just like he wanted. "Solo un beso más."

You could do that, you turned your head and let him kiss your lips. He moved his hand around your hips as you dropped your leg, letting him take a step and pull you to the edge and into his body.

You moved your legs around his hips, pulling him even closer when he froze and stopped.

You pulled back out of confusion and looked at him.

"There you are." you said, smiling as you saw Marc but you didn't let go of him.

"Uhm, were you with Jake just now?"

"Yes."

"O-okay he kind of switched right before the kiss and then I just went with it but then I... panicked." 

"It's okay, happens with the best of us." you smiled and tried to pull him back but he didn't let you. 

"I really like you and I don't want to mess it up as I did with Layla, you are special to me."

"And you are special to me. All of you." he smiled and you melted, that man had a gorgeous smile.

"Steven's yelling at me to kiss you."

"Oh, then why won't you, or why won't he?" you looked into the mirror behind you two but only saw Marc.

This was going to be a journey, having three boyfriends in one body, you were prepared for jealousy, but you were also prepared for the good.

Marc leaned in to kiss you and you ran your fingers through his hair, he melted into your touch, Jake also loved it when you played with his hair.

Now this, you really liked this. A place that once wasn't too warm finally left like home. A man who wasn't always the kindest to you, melted into your kiss.

Later that evening you were watching a movie with Steven and Marc, they both kept switching according to who wanted to talk at that moment. You were watching a rather gruesome horror.

"That's not realistic. If you cut a limb off like that you'd bleed out in seconds." Marc said.

"Thanks, Mate, appreciate it, all of us wanted to know that."

"But what if you cut it off with like a really hot knife? Would it burn the flesh and stop the bleeding?"

Steven looked at you, eyes wide as you so casually popped a chip into your mouth.

"OR, what if it's freezing cold outside? Wind and all, would the blood freeze?" You looked at Steven from the TV, seeing his shocked face. "What?"

"What are you doing?" Khonshu's voice made you jump and so did Steven as he yelled in fear.

"Fucking HELL, Khonshu! STOP scaring me!" you said to the god as you threw a bag of chips at him, you watched as the bag bounced off of his chest onto the floor. Steven laughed a little.

"We have to go, I have a new target for my Moon Knight." you looked at Steven and paused the movie.

"Let's get this over with." you stood up, grabbing his hand. "Let's go, he won't leave us alone until we go,"

It was now Marc in charge. "You can take this Jake." said Marc as he switched. 

"Vamos, mi amor. Entonces podemos tener sexo." 

You laughed as Jake pulled you out of the flat through the window. 

This was definitely a new adventure and you were all up for it.

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A/N: Thank you everyone for the support on Part 1.

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Translation: (All of the translation is from Google! I don't speak Spanish, apologies for the mistakes.)

Mi Amor, déjame besarte por favor. - My Love, let me kiss you please.

Solo un beso más. - Just one more kiss.

Vamos, mi amor. Entonces podemos tener sexo. - Let's go my love. Then we can have sex.