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> he has a lot of implanted memories. he's not the only one.
........the obvious followup-followup query then being. if you want to. please elaborate ????
432 has implanted memories as well.
1, 2, 3
Stanley probably has a couple implanted memories, but nothing too solid. maybe a couple coworkers, stuff like that. to make him feel human.
#tsp#the sparrow parable#note that the last link is kind of specific to that fic concept and the fic concept is not quite the same canon as the ficlets#there is a LOT of overlap tho. the main gist is the same.
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The Power of Understanding / Pilot (Part 1 v2)
Rewritten to v2 on: 2023/09/10
Cheat Sheet
Read of Ao3
Chapters: Pilot, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9
Summary: You have been with the Chain for a while now, as their "scholar" and translator. You know everything about them, because you are from our world. But do *they *know the truth about how you can understand everyone?
A little introduction and world building concept for the Translator!Reader and her adventures. Check notes below for more info!
Non-linear fic.
AU fic, prior to TotK (instead of TotK, chain events happen).
Loosely based on the same reader in my NSFW fic, which is a very loose prequel to this one, and a work in progress.
More background info to come, if I feel like it :D
Warnings: None, maybe some cussing, but nothing is censored. SFW content.
Points of interest: This is your thing if you are into the mystery of chain being able to talk to each other. I am an actual trained linguist IRL, hence this HAD to be written!
You were daydreaming in the middle of the day about him again, amidst the smell of horse shit around you, when you're supposed to be finishing the work you have until the end of the day. Or until a new portal pops up to swallow you all to Goddess knows which Hyrule this time. Damned black-blooded monsters. At least, this gave you some break.
You, coming from our own era, have been acting as the scholar of the Chain for the last couple of years, while hopping from world to world with them. Knowing this, Malon put you to work on the books of the ranch, instead of letting you deal with the cows or the horses, even though you really didnât have anything specific to do with maths. You thought she was being kind to you, not letting you deal with dirty ranch work, you guessed? She was a sweetheart either way.
You wanted to hang out with Twilight at the same time, so instead of using the little study Malon offered, you took the books and went down to the stables. You continued with your own stuff, while he was taking care of the horses.
There was also this little thing: you were the only one who understood every single one of them, (almost) very clearly, comparatively speaking. Sure they could communicate without you just as well, but due to a bunch of coincidences, you were the closest thing to the âtranslation magicâ, if you can call it that. Maybe it was your Hoshi Sato gene*. Maybe it was the fact that you actually stayed with Link & Zelda in the post-Calamity world, around two years prior meeting the Chain**, maybe a bit of magic was also involved. Hylia works in mysterious ways! Did it almost cost you your brain? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely.Â
Some Links, of course, understood each other better than the others, especially when their eras were, linguistically speaking, not that far. Time and Twilight were just fine. Legend and Hyrule were already able to understand each other, even a little bit better than Time and Twilight. Sky was a bit further away and had a âfunny way of saying thingsâ (according to the Sailor), almost gibberish, but when you listened and when he spoke slowly enough, you could at least get the gist of what he was trying to say. Wind, Time, and Warriors already knew each other from other âincidentsâ before the Chain, so they already had a way of communicating.Â
These worlds also did not have many invasions and wars by âoutsidersâ, if you donât count things like the Triforce War, Imprisoning War, Sealing War, and of course, anything that had to do with Demise, Ganon & co. and their horrible reincarnations. This meant, not a lot of language change.
In the end, what happened was that over the two years you have been together with the group, you helped them understand each other better. They adjusted their accents, and somehow warped the Hylian they speak in a way that the group would understand (and especially you), when the dialogue was still within the group. Of course, the Old Man would speak more ânaturallyâ with Malon and vice versa, and some of the chain would adjust better (e.g. Twilight or Smithy) to the language of the era they are in. After some point, communication was not that much of a problem. You learnt it all in the end.Â
Writing?Â
Funny enough, Wild, Sky, and Twilight had similar scripts. Time and Wind had more similar writing systems. Wild, Wars, Legend, Time, and Rulie were also better at understanding the scripts of their respective eras. Overall, other than a couple of hiccups, most understood the othersâ script to an extent.Â
And then there was Wild. Also known as âThe Cookâ nowadays. The rest of the chain didnât know you called them the Chain in your mind, and had your little nicknames for them. The nicknames most likely revealed a bit too much, and even though most of the secrets were out nowadays⊠You knew better than to risk more. You have caused enough damage, you would think sometimes. Even though you just couldnât resist the urge.Â
Anyway⊠Wild, his case and communication issues⊠were complicated.
According to the rest of the chain when you guys first met, whatever he was saying (and vice versa) was almost complete gibberish at first. Some terms and special names like âdeku,â âkorok,â âHylia,â âHyrule,â ârupee,â and such were still there, albeit with a different accent, and they helped, but it was not enough. You only found out later that it was kind of⊠your fault.Â
In the end, he was also able to communicate with them just fine. Each Link had their own⊠language variation and accents, so to say. Some of them did not even have the difference enough to call it a âdialectâ comparatively. As you thought, language change is a slow enough process, and with the lack of âconflictsâ (for lack of a better word) compared to your world, no wonder they were still somehow able to understand each other. .Â
The Goddesses work in mysterious ways indeed.
How did it work for you, though? There was this little secret that⊠First time around, when you first dropped into Wild's Hyrule, âHylianâ was basically a weird mesh-up of English and Japanese to your ears, after the enchantment from the Great Fairies you have received. It was âso you could slowly understand and grasp and communicateâ, you were told.Â
Oh boy, it really felt like a genie granting you a wish, but in its own twisted way. You found that out later though.Â
Second time around when you first met the rest of Links, though? The first enchantment⊠kind of messed everything up. Second time around, you actually ended up learning real Hylian. At least, the Hylian that was used as a lingua franca between you guys.Â
Of course, some learning skill enchantment was definitely not out of the deal this time as well, thanks to Rulie & Time and their fairy friends, and of course the Smithy. But what a disaster it had been! Well, it wasnât your fault that the first time the enchantment was made, nobody calculated that you would meet the Links from other eras.
You also naturally know the reason behind why Links in kind of irrelevant eras could decipher each other's texts, even when they didnât understand the words all the time. Some were based on the Latin alphabet, and some were on Japanese kana. No way you could clearly explain it to them.
âOh, by the way, you are made by a game company called Nintendo, and this guy is called MiyamotoâŠâ
Yeah, no. That didnât go well last time. Nobody even understood what you meant.Â
That was a battle to fight for another day⊠Now, you need to focus on the budget of the Lon Lon Ranch. And not be distracted by Twilightâs statue.
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Notes:
Fanciest and most OP translator you will ever know. Star Trek Universe.Â
"Youâ already spent three years with Link and Zelda in Wildâs world and were enchanted by the Great Fairies (with Zeldaâs involvement) for the improvement of learning abilities.
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happy wincest wednesday!!!! đ„ł supernatural canon is incredibly undecided on this matter, so i want to know YOUR headcanons for what language(s) sam and dean have studied! do you think they have overlap anywhere, or would they divide and conquer? đ€ i think about this so often, so i want to know other people's opinions too :)
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oh this is SUCH a fun question; thank you for thinking of me!!! and I'm sorry I didn't get around to answering last week; it's been a wild few weeks IRL.
I definitely think that both Sam and Dean have a passing familiarity with the languages that canonically would be useful in hunting, for whatever reason - Latin for spells, Sumerian and maybe Akkadian and old Aramaic for mythology stuff. idk why, but I envision Dean as picking up pronunciation/speaking/vocab skills pretty easily, whereas Sam gets more interested in the more rigid rules/structure of the languages themselves and learns any different alphabet(s) for writing that he can.
one specific headcanon I am obsessed with is the idea of Sam becoming fluent in Enochian during his time in the Cage, because Lucifer and Michael would go long periods speaking nothing else. I can't remember which fic it's from (I think I have maybe seen it in more than one?) but I really really enjoy the concept that there is some kind of split between "Old Enochian" and "New Enochian" and that Sam would have picked up on Old Enochian because that's what Lucifer would have known (having been locked in the Cage while the language was developing over the centuries). when he gets out, he tries to use his Enochian fluency to help with one case or another (talk to an angel, idk, my headcanons are only as fleshed out as I want them to be ohKAYY) and realizes that what he's grown so familiar and accustomed to is actually something that pretty much just links...him and Lucifer, and no one else. (and Michael, but Michael probably can also speak New Enochian if prompted). PRETTY FUN AND FUCKED UP HUH. yes. I love.
on a less serious note, I personally chose to believe that Sam went through an anime phase as a teenager (on that Sailor Moon, Gundam, Ranma 1/2, late '90s shit - iykyk) and picked up on some conversational Japanese, because he was definitely a "down with dubs/subs or bust" kinda elitist guy. probably also taught himself katakana/hiragana and some basic kanji (did he maybe get a kanji tramp stamp while wasted as a freshman at Stanford that he refuses to acknowledge to this day? perhaps.)
I think Dean probably took the bare minimum (probably a year, added up across schools) of Spanish to fulfill any foreign language requirements in high school, and despite pretending to hate it and skipping class most of the time, he actually picked up on it very quickly and still remembers way more than he lets on.
tbh, I could probably think on this some more, but these are just the first thoughts to come to mind! I hope this made some level of sense lol my brain is hella fried. thank you so much for the question!!!!!! (and everything you do for WW!)
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Aoba pov anything(angst or fluff)? Ghost aoba visit shikako? Aoba shikako guardian angel?
Okay, so this isn't technically a prompt from the ask box advent calendar event, but this has been sitting in my inbox for MONTHS (for which I am extremely sorry, demoniorangel) and, here's the thing, I did EARNESTLY try to fill this. Like. SO MUCH effort and brainstorming and plotting went into this--@loveelemental can attest to this--but I don't think I CAN write what I was aiming for, and since this is the last day of 2023, I feel like I owe it to both you, demoniorangel, and myself to complete this prompt as much as I can in the style of the ask box advent calendar. (I will still fill the other ask box advent calendar prompts, even if its no longer December, but I really felt like this had to be done to close out 2023)
To begin with, you don't need to read it, but here is the link to the googledoc with all of my notes and threads and outlining for the fic I was going to do. And let me say, I usually only make googledoc notes for my more serious fic--ie, the kind of fic that would be for an exchange that has specific requests and a deadline and some level of pressure to make it SERIOUS (as opposed to the little bits and pieces I post here before transferring over to ao3 eventually)
That's how earnest I was about this prompt. The concept just struck me so powerfully that I really wanted to do it. I wanted it to be as good, if not better than vows under the auspices (only shooting stars), which I do, unfortunately, consider my fanfiction masterpiece in terms of solid writing from the ground up.
Maybe that was too much pressure to put on it, but I'll admit that the main reason why I could do this is because I don't know/remember enough about Danny Phantom to do it.
First, here's what I did manage to eke out, writing wise:
Fear to Tread (a world unseen) [this story begins when] Aoba wakes up. It would be a relief except when he wakes up the world around him is a strange, sickly green fog and he canât quite get steady footing. To be fair, there doesnât seem to be any ground for him to put his feet on. Heâd think this was a genjutsuâsome kind of exaggerated vestibular disruptionâbut itâs hardly the subtle casting of a master and he hardly ever gets caught by genjutsu. Just in case, he does quick, cancelling kai. No change. When that doesnât work, he checks his face: no sunglasses. Thatâs concerning. Hold on, before he panics, he has to take stock of the situation. Unless he is in a genjutsu he canât disrupt, he has to trust his senses-- ~
He doesnât have his glasses. Itâs the loudest thought in his mind: he doesnât have his glasses. Itâs not the most urgent thoughtâcertainly not the most importantâbut it loops, overlays everything else. He doesnât have his glasses⊠⊠and yet. Without his glasses he can see it all too clearly: his kouhai, sheâs just a kid, skewered through and crying and absolutely lost, choking on blood. His blood. They tied him up and slit his throat and he can feel blood rushing out of him-- ~ When you are dead, time passes differently. You do not tire, you do not hunger, you have no physical body pressing you for maintenance. There are no days, there are no nights, no sun or moon or stars, no planet beneath you feet. When you are dead, time passes differently... ... but it still passes He doesnât have his glasses. Itâs the loudest thought in his mind: he doesnât have his glasses. Itâs not the most urgent thoughtâcertainly not the most importantâbut it loops, overlays everything else. He doesnât have his glasses⊠⊠and yet. Without his glasses he can see it all too clearly: his kouhai, sheâs just a kid, skewered through and crying and absolutely lost, choking on blood. His blood. They tied him up and slit his throat and he can feel blood rushing out of him-- ~ When you are dead, time flows differently. You do not tire, you do not hunger, you have no physical body pressing you for maintenance. There are no days, there are no nights, no sun or moon or stars, no planet beneath you feet. When you are dead, time flows differently... ... but it does still flow.
So the thing is, it started off as a simple post-Jashin, Aoba ends up in the Ghost Zone of Danny Phantom type of thing. But then I had to figure out how Aoba, randomly floating around in the Ghost Zone, would even be brought to Danny's attention since he's not really the kind of guy to just go around wrecking shit.
So then it became, well, he gets imprisoned by Walker for trespassing and he's cellmates with Wulf who he can't understand but who DOES have some kind of portal technique, so jailbreak together! Also, it's possible that Aoba can't understand anyone because no one is speaking the language of the Elemental Nations which we know to be Japanese. But Wulf knows that last person to understand him was Tucker, so maybe he can also understand this strange ghost who appears to not quite understand how to ghost right.
And then I got real distracted about, like, Aoba being a half-Uchiha that wasn't accepted by the clan when they were alive and then the massacre happened so, hey, maybe he dodged a bullet there, and anyway he couldn't activate a Sharingan anyway so maybe it missed him? (NOPE, it just HARD ACTIVATED STRAIGHT TO MANGEKYO WHEN HE WAS SACRIFICED TO JASHIN so he's been unknowingly walking around with MANGEKYO SHARINGAN EYES and BLEEDING EXTOPLASM FROM HIS NECK)
And then, and then I also tried to thread in a thing about Ghost King Danny Phantom and how the reason why the previous Ghost King was called Pariah Dark (and was sealed by powerful mages) is because he seized the crown but never got a "divine blessing" from the God of Death so all of his artifacts got warped/corrupted. But, now there's a new Ghost King AND a new God of Death (ie, Shikabane-hime, obviously) so actually Aoba being a bridge between the two so that the "divine blessing" can be given which will then usher in new era of peace/prosperity in the Ghost Zone is actually super helpful
And then, and then, AND THEN I also threw in some stuff about how the Uzumaki clan, post-mortem, were the ones to design the Infi-Map that the Yetis were protecting because they are voyagers and also get incredibly bored and that's how Aoba reunites with Shikako--and I know he wouldn't have been wearing his vest during his death, but maybe in death you wear the thing you think of wearing most often, and considering there is the Uzumaki red spiral on the back of the Konoha vest is like a huge target for ghosts who only know it as "symbol of those crazy mofos who keep exploring the vastness of infinity." And maybe they touch base with the Yetis like, once every century just so that the Yetis can be their knowledge keepers or something.
So it was supposed to be a huge thing in which the plot is Aoba escapes a ghost prison and tries to goes home but actually has to face his past and embrace/embody it, both good and bad, before moving on. Moving on in this case being, staying with the Danny Phantom crew to act as a sort of ghostly jounin sensei/advisor to young Ghost King Danny for whom he was able get him the Shikabane-hime connection to receive the divine blessing. And also, the moving on because almost a decade had passed since the Jashin/Land of Hot Springs Incident: even if Aoba could come back to life (which... uh... probably Shikako could? Do something? Maybe? Or at least do something similar to what is going on with Kisuke) the home that he knows has already changed so vastly that it's not the home he knows.
And maybe he's more needed with the Danny Phantom crew (especially with a teenager Ghost King) anyway. And also, I imagine it will be much easier to visit each other/meet up after the initial reunion what with now knowing where in the Infinite Realms the portal to Konoha is. And also, also, now that Shikabane-hime KNOWS she's God of Death she can probably traverse the Ghost Zone no problem.
So... yeah, the main issue with this fic that I couldn't do is that so much of it is SET in the Danny Phantom world which I'm not as accustomed to. But also, a very big issue, is that Shikako's not even really in this until the end: the most prevalent characters of this fic is Aoba and Danny Phantom characters who I am extremely not accustomed to.
Sorry it took so long for me to respond, demoniorangel. And also sorry to you and myself (and loveelemental) that I couldn't wrangle this fic into anything more. But, I hope you enjoyed this a little bit, at least, and if anyone has any questions about this non-fic--I definitely have a lot of thoughts about it--I would be so down to discuss it more. And maybe it will slowly flesh itself out instead of me putting too much pressure and psyching myself out.
#jacksgreyson#demoniorangel#prompt response#ask box advent calendar#dreaming of sunshine#danny phantom#aoba yamashiro#fanfiction#writing#brainstorm#fear to tread#incomplete
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[OOC Note: Pelipper Mail, Musharna Mail and variants are on. Magic anons are off.]
Intro Post, the Third
what does it say about me that I need three of these...?
that our life is zubatshit.
probably. uh.
Hi! We're Miyo Hamasaki, at least that's what we're using. Since there's. Two Miyos and also I'm the Host.
might get like. a middle name or something, if we ever decide on one.
That's Fragment by way. I contain multitudes, multiple dudes and also a dragon.
I'm 20 years old and a Giratina Hybrid. Kind of. Tis Complicatedâą.
We sort of. Fused together following an Incident with an Alpha Rapidash that I am choosing not to think about.
Uh, hello? I'm gonna put mine here. I'm Minato Yuuki. I'm 16 years old, like Ace, and I share his Wild Card cuz I gave up my own. That means I'm kinda linked to somewhere else important, so I won't be around sometimes? Knowing my life, probably on Full Moons.
... Hi, I'm Ace (or Kagami), I. Also share the body. I'm a Wild Card (that's a Persona user), which has done some funky things to our Distortion powers.
Still recovering from that amnesia, by the way. I still can't remember anything from before I was 17 with a whole lot of clarity.
doesn't help that our mindscape keeps getting wrecked via Pelipper Mail.
... Anyway.
We are currently in Alola.
Specifically, the one with Ash Ketchum in it. Not entirely sure which year? Never asked. We haven't gotten all the details on the situation yet in general, but this seems like it might actually be half a vacation, sort of. Hallelujah.
(At this point, it's easier to just pack our Team under the cut.)
Hi. My name is Tohru Adachi, I'm 31 unfortunately, and I used to be one of the Wild Cards from my universe. Unlike Minato, I won't vanish, because we didn't use my body for. Where he's going to vanish to. Anyway. If you think you recognise my name - you probably do, and it's definitely not me.
I'm also what I've gathered is called an "eebydeeby". 'Belonging to a Trainer' is something of an awkward concept, though Miyo does have a Pokeball that's keyed to me. Because Bulbasaur are rare and I'd rather be registered to someone I know than be caught by some random kid. Thanks to Xerneas, I can transform between Bulbasaur and Venusaur at will, which is pretty neat.
(And thanks to Miyo, I can choose to be shaped like a six year old child.)
[Last edited - July 17th, 2024, according to our phone. That's not the date where we actually are, but who cares.]
Alter Appearances and Team are under the cut!
Our team is frankly enormous, but here it is anyway, in no particular order:
Nami our (Hisuian) Samurott, Akira the Umbreon, Milady the (Alpha) Sneasler, Conductor the Chandelure, Thera the therapy Sylveon, Hanabi the Cinderace, Aoki the Greninja, Hime the Gardevoir, Passenger the Galvantula, Yuri the Staraptor, Kuroko the Corviknight, Hiko the Infernape, Avalanche the Absol, Linux the Arcanine, Nino the Flygon, Annie the Mismagius, Isle the West Sea Gastrodon, Elias the Raichu, Jet the Altaria, Cymbal the Togepi, Tsubasa the Talonflame, Cylla the Aegislash and of course my starter Prima, a Shiny Roserade. (That is twenty-three Mons. Dear Legends.)
[Alter Introductions]
HOST: Miyo Hamasaki (age: 20, male, he/him)
I type in plain text!
CO-FRONTS (Protector): Fragment (age: ???, non-binary they/it)
i type like this.
MEMORY HOLDER: Ace/Kagami (age: 16, male, he/him)
I! Hopefully won't be around much! But I type in orange.
GATEKEEPER: Minato Yuuki (age: 16, male, he/him)
I won't be around much either, probably, but I use blue text.
//OOC:
Miyo's universe canon is this particular fic series! Granted, it has been 3-4 years since the events in the fic actually happened.
ARC TAGS (unfinished):
- #prologue station also known as the like. Three days I managed to have Miyo pretend to be normal before my excitement took over
- #Character Event: Land of Confusion also known as the Mini Pasio Arc!
- undecided so far is the overarching tag for the Sinnoh Anime Nonsense, but there's several smaller tags already? so incorporating all of that'll be. fun.
- also untagged is the Great Galar Collab with chaos-cousins. That's probably gonna be the tag name, though.
- #crossover cinema is Miyo's time in Persona Q2! Here's where things really start going off the rails, whoops
- #wrong hisui arc aka Hello Plurality, Amnesia and all sorts of fun stuff (read, trauma)
- #new tactics arc is my liveblog play through of Persona 5 Tactica, essentially
- #ace's third act is the P5 Royal third semester! So watch out for Spoilers.
- as yet untagged - The Pokémon X playthrough where Bulbadachi arrived on the blog
- #ace strikes back is Persona 5 Strikers, feat Miyo and Bulbadachi
- #the unova paradox introduces the Other Adachi (I call him Warden Adachi) via the Adachi Swap. Also Miyo mentors Hilda through most of a Pokémon Black run
- #iwatodai reload is where the newest alter joins Miyo! After. you know. Hell aka Persona 3 Reload.
- and finally, the currently ongoing #ultra vacation ! Miyo is back in the anime and I am. Low on spoons for him so he'll stay here for a while, probably.
- I also need to tag the Distortion Interludes at some point, huh
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List of all of my Leverage prompts (that I can remember):
(For some of these I've linked other people's (and my own) riffs on them as well, though many of them also have fun riffs in the notes that I didn't link)
(Updated Dec. 20, 2023)
Eliot (& or /) Quinn prompts:
Pre-canon E / or & Q AUs:
-- Quinn (who is from the US) is living in Europe and cannot find canned pumpkin anywhere for Thanksgiving; he tries to steal Eliot's (He is unsuccessful but makes a friend along the way)
-- the other Eliot and Quinn spending Thanksgiving in Europe prompt
-- At the height of Moreau's empire, a mysterious woman hires Quinn to remove Spencer from Moreau's side All does not go according to plan (aka the time loop one) (this is a bit longer and I actually posted it as a fic on AO3, but I do kind of still consider it a prompt in that I would love to see more here.)
-- Eliot on the run from Moreau accidentally mistakes Quinn (who is on vacation/recuperating and not on a job) for someone Moreau sent after him and beats him up
-- A riff on the above where Eliot mistakenly assumes Quinn is a sex worker and gets protective when he comes home from jobs injured/bruised (which happens a lot because Quinn is a hitter)
-- Further riffing on the above, Eliot, still upset at seeing Quinn come back looking roughed up, offers to teach him to fight
-- demon AU: Quinn is a demon Moreau summoned to try to exchange Eliot's soul for demonic powers (it doesn't work out for him)
-- AU where The Nigerian Job happens three years earlier, when Eliot still works for Moreau, so Dubenich hires Quinn instead, but the team ends up on Moreau's bad side and are getting hunted by his private army led by Eliot Spencer
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Other E/Q AUs
-- darker twist on Quinn was the-Rundown-Job-sniper AU
(Riley didn't try to hire Eliot, so Eliot's not there and Quinn actually succeeds (When he find out what this job was really about, he calls in the favour to help stop the Spanish Flu, and he wrestles with the guilt of almost causing a pandemic))
-- Shifter AU where Eliot and Quinn make fun of each other's animal forms (comparing each other to hapless kittens and pitiful puppies)
(another shifter AU prompt here.)
-- Quinn is de-aged and kid!Quinn thinks Eliot is a mark
-- general request for cliche overdone AUs (coffeeshop au/flowershop au/arranged marriage au/ soulmate au)
(my own and other people's specific coffee-shop and flower-shop AU prompts in the notes here)
(a couple people also had specific ideas for soulmate aus that i adore and totally second (though i personally don't ship the ot3) here)
-- another coffeeshop AU: quinn is recovering from an injury, helping at his ex-hitter friend's coffee-shop while he does, Eliot's there on a job, things get violent (not in a bad way)
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Non-AU E/Q prompts set post-Last-Dam-Job:
-- Quinn (having joined the team) kills someone on a team job and Nate freaks out, but Eliot supports Quinn's play
-- Eliot and Quinn can't do sparring-as-foreplay because the sparring is too fun and they're too competitive aka "five times they fully intended to have sex (and still had fun) and one time they actually got that far" (this prompt in collaboration with @wolves-in-the-world)
-- Eliot feels guilty about accidentally screwing up and getting Quinn captured on a job. Quinn cheers him up (Kind of. Mostly by being annoying af)
(a slightly softer take here.)
-- Eliot and Quinn playing hide and seek.
-- Quinn goes for a "smoke break" but actually goes outside to blow bubbles with a little bubble wand
-- Kitbull fusion
-- Quinn works with the team sometimes but distrusts all of them except Eliot until he has to work with them to rescue Eliot (because of sample bias and other reasons)
-- After a job goes un-salvageably wrong, Parker hires Quinn to kill a bad guy
-- emotional hurt/comfort where Eliot's the one doing the comforting (a specific idea/scenario for this here, but I'm more interested in the general concept of Eliot providing emotional comfort to Quinn)
-- Quinn doesn't like going to the dentist. Eliot helps. Kind of.
(someone else's more fun/lighthearted take on this here)
-- Eliot and Quinn spar at the MMA gym Eliot goes to, in front of Eliot's friends who have never seen Eliot full-contact sparring/hard rolling before
-- Five times Quinn came back and one time he didn't leave in the first place
Quinn prompts that are NOT Eliot (& or /) Quinn:
-- Quinn, having not gone to middle or high school, has some interesting knowledge gaps that Hardison trips over
-- Quinn/the cake-maker of Kyiv (OR Quinn is the cake-maker of Kyiv)
After all, as Hardison tells us, the cake-maker of Kyiv could whoop all our asses
-- Quinn thinks being in the mile high club means you've murdered someone mid-flight
-- "I drink coffee for your protection", but Quinn doesn't drink coffee
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non-Quinn prompts:
-- Eliot takes Hardison wild berry picking
(Riffs on this here.)
-- angsty take on Hardison's soda and gummy worms
(softer take here and here)
-- The team learns Sophie's native language (this is AU if you count Leverage Redemption as canon, since that's where it's confirmed that she's actually from the UK)
-- Hardison's hands are too cold to type, so Parker (or Eliot) warms his hands in theirs
(Riffs bordering on a fill for this here)
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Storm Hawks 'Bird' OC Challenge - April (Fools!) 2023
Hello everyone! Another month, another challenge! Just like last year, in the spirit of April Fools' Day we're going for something that flies but isn't a bird. The wonderful people on the Discord server helped me pick this one, and eventually we settled on the Amber Phantom Butterfly (Haetera piera)!
This butterfly is located in South America, and ranges across Brazil, Veneszuela and other similar countries. Its wings are almost entirely see-through, which made putting together a colour palette for it quite difficult, especially since the specimen photo is a bit lacking in the colour department.
Therefore this month I'm going to be posting numerous colour palettes over the course of the first week of this challenge! From both this specific species and similar, related 'phantom' butterflies. Because of how these butterflies' clear wings refract light, it's lead to all kinds of possibilities with colours, so I'm going to do my best to give you all multiple options this month!
Here's the first palette:
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Deadline this month is Wednesday the 26th of April, 12pm. I look forward to seeing what everyone comes up with!
As always, rules and extra photos are under the cut:
Minimum requirements for drawn entries to be put in the winnerâs vote are a name, occupation, the characterâs home/birth Terra and at least one paragraph (or about 100 words) of written backstory.
Minimum requirements for written (i.e. written dossiers without art, or mini-fics for the character) are 500 words including backstory and appearance. Feel free to make a mini-fic out of this challenge, Iâll make sure to link it with the final collage as well.
Entrants who are part of the Storm Hawks discord server will have the chance of getting a custom role for the next month! If youâre not part of the discord server, please ask for an invite if youâre interested.
Youâre not expected to create a character from scratch for this challenge. If youâve got an older character concept thatâs been collecting dust or that youâd like to take the opportunity to revamp, feel free! The goal of this challenge is to inspire people.
Collaborations are allowed! Same rules apply, the only addition is that you and your partner(s) just need to make note of who was responsible for what part of the character
Make sure to tag me in your entries and also DM me with a link to your entry. Tumblr is not always reliable about notifications for this sort of thing, and I donât want to risk missing anyoneâs entries, so better safe than sorry.
The group collage of entries, and the winnerâs vote are opt-in. Participation of those parts of this challenge are not mandatory.
#op#storm hawks#storm hawks oc challenge#oc challenge#storm hawks oc contest#bird oc challenge#storm hawks bird oc challenge#storm hawks oc#amber phantom#amber phantom butterfly#april fools#colour palettes#colour palette#colour inspiration#colour inspo
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N P T Y!
thanks for the ask! i kinda went ham on the AU question lol
N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).
oof this is hard! the thing is. i'm an extremely fickle mistress, so i don't really have a 'main' fandom? also i think most of what i want from fandom is extremely generic (more gen fic, more femslash, more AUs with interesting worldbuilding, more rarepairs etc etc) and most of my specific comments are aimed more at the source material than at the fandom
(that said, if anyone writes political intrigue and/or the mundane stuff of nation building about the Kree/Skrull Alliance please please please link! there's so much story potential there..............)
P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).
okay so i LOVE most AUs, but my favorite are well-done roleswaps (by which i mean the characters' core personalities are intact, it's just that their circumstances have changed). I mean... i still lowkey think about the Persona 4 adult investigation team AU a friend and I talked about almost 10 years ago lol
(oh! speaking of the Persona franchise, i've always kind of wondered what would happen if P4 protag moved to Sumaru City after P4 and gets Jun Kashihara from Persona 2 as his homeroom teacher, and one way or another accidentally triggers a way for Nyarlathotep to return (most likely with P4 protag coming into contact with Tatsuya by chance through Jun)âafter all, the theme of Persona 4 is to lift the fog of deceit, but not all truths should be remembered... though I guess this isn't really AU since it could theoretically happen as long as you handwave the mechanics about how personas/Nyarly and Philemon work)
my other pet AU is the Appmon Utena AU because narratives about roles and agency fascinate me! (appmon and utena endgame spoilers in linked posts)
as for something that I'm mostly making up right now........... uhhhh Loveless AU for Oda and Aoki from 2.43 Seiin High School Men's Volleyball Team, but only about the concept of Fighter-Sacrifice pairs and not... everything else (I have not read Loveless but it's got A Reputation)âmostly because i think it'd be so interesting if their pair name is "Selfless", seeing as Oda tends to think of himself as selfish in the novel, while Aoki's speech about "no need to thank me, I'm doing this because of ulterior motives" and his utter devotion to Oda's cause makes me kiiinda feral. (and from what little i understand about the general power dynamics of Fighters and Sacrifices, i think it makes sense for Oda to be the Sacrifice and Aoki the Fighter? idk)
i haven't thought of why they're marked, since they're meant to be Just Some Guys in 2.43 (i.e. not one of the star players on the team)
T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?Â
i'm not willing to die on this hill, but i have this entire elaborate headcanon about Euanthe from Counter/WEIGHT having a dead fiance and them being essentially an anti-stratus due to the programming language disconnect between the Divines and the Apostolisian mechs. both are just something i pulled completely out of my ass tho (note: Twilight Mirage is the last sci-fi season from friends at the table that i've completed)
as for something i'm slightly more willing to die defending: Yukiko and Chie from Persona 4 lived on takeout for like 4 months after they got their own place, before grudgingly learning how to cook at the Inaba community center (also Yosuke heckles them about it and sends shitty pics of his humble homemade dishes at ridiculous hours to taunt them about itâat least, that's how they interpret his gesture
and i mean. they aren't entirely wrong about that.)
Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you arenât in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?
oh boy most popular media is like that for me... i feel like ORV is one of these even though i did read some of it? (and i mean. i do plan on reading past ch 75 of ORV one of these days.) i've heard stuff about SVSSS (about a rarepair/side character) and the Owl House seems interesting from the general impression i get from my dash
I guess i also. learned about SPN on tumblr (and know more than I want to, even though in the grand scheme of things it's not much at all)
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Watch Your Step: Chapter 1
Hey everyone, I have written a little story I wanted to share, itâs for people who like giant/tiny, fairy stories, and hurt/comfort! I might write more depending on what kind of response I get, please enjoy!!
UPDATE: I did decide to write more, so here is a link to the masterpost with all the chapters. Â Masterpost link.
Title: Watch Your StepÂ
Word count: 7k words
Rating: T
AO3 link
Summary:Â An entomologist finds an injured fairy while out in the field.
Btw! I didnât know this was really a thing people did, but if thereâs interest for it Iâll start a tag list so you can be alerted when I post updates! Feel free to ask me to add you to the list however you like!
Authorâs note:
I wanted to put some disclaimers on my story because I havenât published much outside of the Good Omens fandom (which, if you followed me for my Gomens fic... :â) sorry)
I was browsing a bunch of different giant/tiny blogs recently because some of the concepts are really cute. Every fandom has its own specific issues that can crop up, and Iâm not extremely aware of what the common ones tend to be for giant/tiny, but I saw a few posts about different trends perpetuating racism in g/t scenarios. Unlike fanartists, as an author I can sidestep this issue by not specifying character appearances in too much detail, but I think there can be problems with portrayals like this no matter what race you make the characters. I donât know what the answer is, but I want to encourage my readers to think critically about these things and try to imagine how we can make our fandom spaces more welcoming for fans of color.
Another note: I had a sensitivity reader look this over for ableism, because ableism is a common criticism of fans of whump. One person canât speak for the entire community so there might be different opinions on it, which I would be happy to listen to if youâre interested in helping me do better in the future, but just know if Iâve made any mistakes it wasnât because I didnât care.
And finally, my last note before I stop wringing my hands like an overconcerned aunt: For any readers who are young and inexperienced, I want you to take caution while reading stories that romanticize relationships with huge power imbalances. Itâs fun to think about things like this, but even if thereâs no real life equivalent of an injured tiny, please learn how to recognize and understand power imbalances. I think it can actually be a really useful and fun exercise to examine how different factors like that can impact a relationship of any kind in the safe space of fiction, but itâs not a substitute for the skills to recognize healthy and unhealthy relationships irl.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story! It took me back to my days of working in E&E as an undergrad x) and like I said, I might write more if there is interest <3
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Watch Your Step
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Thistle was mincemeat. Heâd been resisting the thought for the past few hours, but he couldnât avoid it any longer. The mounting anxiety in his stomach was too much to ignore.
A particularly large praying mantis had mistaken him for a particularly large bug and helped itself. It wasnât an entirely unreasonable assumption when you were five inches tall and had gossamer wings, but that didnât make Thistle feel any better about it.
It had caught him by surprise while he was peacefully enjoying the sight of a tiny waterfall in the creek, the babbling of the water masking the sound of its approach. He knew it had been stupid...Mother always advised him not to go on the ground at all when he was out of the hive, but he had been so delighted by the tiny fish and the little copeopods and wanted a closer look. He knew the ground was dangerous, but it had gone okay the last few times he had done it, so he hadnât thought...
A mantis couldnât normally kill a Pixie--not directly anyway. But the ragged tears its raptorial forelegs had left across his chest and arms still throbbed. The wounds were starting to make him lightheaded, exacerbated by the scorching sun overhead and the unfamiliar effort of walking over difficult terrain.
But it was what the mouthparts, not the arms, had latched onto that would do him in at the end: his wings. Before Thistle had managed to dislodge it, it had taken several very decent bites out of his left wing, the mouthparts rhythmically moving in and out, back and forth, up and down, mechanically, coldly, as its bulging, soulless, alien eyes had stared into his when he frantically writhed and kicked and flailed to free himself.
Dragging himself painfully over a fallen log, he half-heartedly fluttered his wings one more time, in the hopes that maybe, somehow, this time he would be able to fly and not make it worse. Pain lanced through his wings as he did so. He hissed and went rigid, panting and waiting for the sensation to recede.
He couldnât pass out. Not here, not this far from the hive. Motion-based predators like birds and cats wouldnât touch him lying there on the ground, but animals attracted to anything that smelled warm and helpless would surely get him before any of the other Pixies could find him. Snakes...It would definitely be a snake.
Thistle had always thought being eaten by a snake would be the worst way to go. They were like the mantis. Beady, lifeless eyes. Not equipped to even understand the pain they were causing you, let alone regret it. Wrapping you in a cold, vicious simulacrum of an embrace before swallowing you whole, without a second thought. Without a first thought.
Maybe if he could at least get close enough to the hive before he passed out, someone would find him before a snake did.
***
Marcella hated going to the field by herself.
First of all, it was an hour to drive up to the farm, and she never collected enough specimens by herself to make it worth it. The lab had an army of undergrads that usually fell over themselves for the opportunity to accompany her and spend the day romping around in a field with aerial nets for college credit. But it was currently summer, so most of them were out of town.
Normally she would put off going to the field to collect more insects until someone was available to help her, but her dissertation defense was coming up and she really wanted to have enough timepoints to have a solid defense of one of the key points her entire paper rested on⊠That meant this week she needed at least twenty more wild caught butterflies, ten moths, a handful of beetles, and whatever aphids she could get her hands on. Which sucked when she was also basically the only one in the lab to make sure all her labmatesâ spiders got fed, which was a laborious process that involved coercing them with a fine-tipped paint brush towards a wingless fruit fly.
She cursed Jackie, the labâs only other doctoral student, for going on vacation this week, adding more work onto her already overworked shoulders. Still, her office didnât have a window, so it was nice to get out in the sun...even if it was hot out.
Marcy allowed herself a brief moment of diversion near the creek, splashing around in it and stopping to catch a mantis. She didnât really need mantises for her work, but she thought they were neat and this one was particularly large. Its swollen abdomen let Marcy know it was gravid, and if it laid an egg sac she might be able to use that to entice more undergrads to come and do her busywork for her by convincing them it was exciting.
She approached the cabbage field--the lab had an agreement with the farm nearby that they could come catch pests on their property as long as they were careful not to damage the crops. The cabbage always had a ton of Pieris around them, which were easy to catch. It was a bit hard to avoid trampling the cabbage though, with them being so low to the groundâŠÂ But she could usually find something good out there.
She just had to watch where she stepped.
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The cabbage field also happened to be where Thistle was, his agoraphobia battling with his desire to get close to the hive as quickly as possible. Through the cabbage field was the most direct way back, and it would also be easiest to flag someone down for help if anyone happened to pass by due to how open it was.
Normally he would use the opportunity to take a slight detour through the apple orchard. If he could find one small enough to carry, he would always filch an apple to take back for everyone else...But all he could think about now was the straight shot being the fastest way home.
But oh how he hated being out in the open. The cabbage field barely had any cover taller than his waist, and the wretched rows of cabbage heads were planted in a space little more than bare dirt on the ground.
Open space was the enemy. Small, confined spaces were comfortable. Safe. Home. The hive was cozy, enclosed, covered...when you were outside the hive you were in danger and had to be on guard. The only thing that offered any safety outside the hive was cover, exactly the kind the ground in front of him did not have a lick of. Even birds, those silly things he could pretty much always outmaneuver in the air because they were so clumsy and couldnât keep up with his agile flying, had a decent chance at him out there. Even humans, those gigantic creatures Thistle had barely ever worried about in his life, might be able to catch him out there.
He knew they ran the farm, but it was easy to avoid them and stay out of their sight. They barely ever left their own hive--their own strange, oversized, square hive that only four of them lived in. Mother seemed particularly worried about them finding her hive, but Thistle had never really understood why. They didnât seem that dangerous...They ate vegetables for goodnessâs sake, how could they be scarier than a snake? ...Right?
He peeked out across the field and swallowed nervously. He really was not confident in his ability to go around, on the winding path through the bramble.
But he was also not confident in his ability to go through. He struggled to hold his tears in, wishing he had just listened to Mother and tamped down his curiosity. He wanted to be at home, working on the fabric he had left in his space, safely at home sewing or building something that everyone else would loveâŠÂ
If he managed to get back, he thought he might never leave the hive again. Heâd always enjoyed exploring to look for materials before now, but it wasnât worth this.
He kept his head down and ran. He had never felt so exposed. The grass was barely up to his knees in some places. The wide open space seemed to physically press down on him, like a creature trapped at the bottom of the ocean, and a surge of fear and adrenaline pushed him on.
He couldnât remember the last time he had ever actually run. His burning legs apparently couldnât remember it either. If he wanted to go fast, he would always just fly.
Puffing miserably, he reached the relative safety behind a head of cabbage and fell to his knees, gasping and sweaty. He felt like throwing up.
He took a moment to sit there and catch his breath, when he heard something approaching...something big. He peeked out from behind the leaves in the direction it was coming from.
Oh. Now Thistle understood why Mother had been afraid of the humans finding the hive. Because he noticed something that he hadnât before: they were fucking terrifying.
It had always been easy to brush off the scale when you were far away and safely up in the air. But now on the ground, Thistle was overwhelmed by the sheer size of the approaching creature--a giantess specifically by the look of it. He was suddenly acutely aware of how much food such a gigantic creature would need to eat, of the size of the head of lettuce next to him, of how easily such a being could easily just bite him in half if it felt so inclined.
But that seemed less likely than simply being crushed by its feet--its stomping feet that were easily the size of his entire body moving way faster than he would expect something that size to move. It could crush him with a thought for looking at him funny. It could crush him by accident and probably not even realize.
The possibility played in his mind over and over with each giant thud signaling a footstep closer. Thistle drew back behind the cabbage, crouched down, making himself as small as possible. If he just stayed still and out of the way, it would probably pass right by him without noticing.
They didnât usually look at the ground. Didnât look where they were stepping. Right?
The ground started to shake as it got closer. Thistle clapped his hands over his ears, each footstep spiking the anxiety in his chest higher and higher like a hammer to a nail.
Thud thud thud....
Any one of those movements could basically break every bone in his body if the foot came down on him. But he was out of the way. It was passing on the other side of the cabbage. And it was too late to get further away, because then it would see him. Right? Should he cut his losses? Should he get further away? Was he far enough away? Was there still time to move?
Sweating, trembling, he balled up and stared at the ground.Â
Thud thud thud...
For a split second, it was right next to him, inches away, the sound positively deafening, the enormous boot right there mid-step. He was so sure in that moment he was going to die if he didnât move, with such force so close, a wave of panic overwhelming him.
He darted out.
Swiping the net was basically muscle memory at this point for Marcy, a reflex to seeing something tiny within reach. Her logic was she could always just let it go if she didnât want to keep it.
Marcy of course didnât know that Pixies existed, so her first interpretation of the blur of motion she managed to scoop up with the net was that she had somehow caught both a mouse and a butterfly at the same time.
The technique for making sure your catch doesnât fall out of the net was to swipe and then flip it so the bottom of the net looped around to rest on top of the ring, and the snapping of Marcyâs wrist to close the exit tossed her prey up. Â
Thistle landed softly, not really hurt except for whatever panicked scrambling was tangling him further up, but he gave a startled yelp all the same.
Upon a closer inspection, Marcyâs second interpretation was that sheâd caught what looked like a very, very tiny person, as ridiculous as it sounded, trembling in the net and looking up at her with wide eyes.
âWhoah,â Marcy breathed, drawing the net closer. âWhat are you?â This was the exact same way she phrased it when she encountered a new bug sheâd never seen before, which, being an entomologist, hadnât happened in quite a few years.
Thistle very quickly decided having the giantessâs full attention was much, much worse than waiting for it to pass by. His imagination ran wild with what kinds of awful things such a creature could do on purpose, and it dwarfed his previous thoughts about what could happen by accident.
The giantess shifted its net, speaking excitedly in a language he did not understand, voice bellowing like a huge bell. He wriggled wretchedly, aware that if he actually succeeded in getting out of the net his reward would be plunging to the ground at its feet.
Would it be angry with him for taking that apple last time he was out? Heâd honestly thought none of them could even notice a detail that small. There were so many trees with so many apples. But why else would it be hunting him? Were they that defensive of their food? They had so much of it!
Thistle had seen the ones that lived here occasionally taking measures to kill or drive away insects he knew ate the food they grew--had they brought this new human here specifically to catch him? To drive away the hive?
Thatâs why Mother was always so insistent it was important to not let them see youâŠÂ Because they could-
âOh no,â he wept, tears spilling over in his eyes as the giantessâs hand came up and touched him through the net. âPlease--please, if-if you can--Please take pity on me, if Iâve--If Iâve offended you in some way, or taken something of value, or trespassed, it was--it was an accident, I swear, please be merciful.â
Marcy watched as her curious catch opened its mouth and started to babble in a tiny voice, squeaking out in what she quickly figured out must be a language she didnât speak. âYou can--Are you talking? You can talk?â
It stopped at the sound of her voice, eyes watery, and lay there paralyzed.
Thistle figured out he and the giantess did not share a language after his plea garnered a response in gibberish and more gentle manhandling. He wasnât sure if that made the situation better or worse. Worse, right?
The giantess continued to speak as it walked, possibly in what it thought was a quiet voice. He craned his neck to try and see forward where they were going. There was a small blue box sitting in the field, with more of what looked like the giantessâs equipment lying next to it.
Marcy took the strange little creature back to the Igloo cooler sheâd brought. It didnât have any ice in it, but it was convenient for carrying everything and making sure nothing escaped if the cups popped open while she was transporting them.
She gently set her catch down, keeping one foot on the netting to make sure it didnât dart away. The little thing wriggled and thrashed its wings, trying very hard to find someway out.
âI canât,â she said to herself, rifling through her supplies to find a cup big enough for it, âI just canât--what is this thing? Am I going crazy? Should I call someone? I should call someone. Should I?â
She knew damn well no one was going to believe her unless this thing was right there in front of them like it was for her now. Maybe itâd be best to wait...and make sure this whole thing wasnât a weird dream from being overworked.
Youâve been out in the field too long...youâve been pushing yourself too hard latelyâŠ. You should have listened when your mom said you needed a breakâŠ
She pushed the cups with the insects sheâd already collected aside and pulled out an empty one.
Thistle saw the giantessâs hand come out holding a clear container of some sort, one with a lid, and dread lanced through him.
âNo,â he said. âPlease donât--Please donât put me in there--Please let me go, I-â
Marcy flipped the net with a practiced hand. She was used to handling tiny creatures that wanted to get away, and were fluttering around after you caught them. This one was a bit meatier than a butterfly though, and she was also not used to them babbling in an unknown language as she did so.
She expertly plunged the cup into the net flush with the fabric, then carefully slid the lid over the top, snapped it shut, and took it out.
She held it up. The little creatureâs wings quivered, and it put its hands up against the plastic.
To think she had been excited about the mantis before this.
Her brain was unsure how to process what sheâd thought was impossible, so she just thought, should I try and catch any more butterflies?
Which was ridiculous. Of course not. Get out of here. Donât worry about your thesis. Something weird is happening.
She put it into the cooler and shut it.
***
Thistle had never experienced an enclosed space that upset him quite as much as this little plastic cup he found himself in. Heâd thought that not being out in the open any more might make things better, but thisâŠ.this wasnât like the hive, or even hiding inside a tree or next to a cabbage. It had the worst aspects of both being out in the open and being in an enclosed space. He couldnât maneuver well, fly, or run away, but he was also so terribly exposed. Cover that didnât cover him. He had never felt so profoundly unsafe in an unnerving, unfamiliar way.
He steadied himself on the side of the container to avoid falling down as the giantess jostled him, placing him down into the blue box heâd seen earlier beside some other cups.
They were full of butterflies. Most of them were just placidly sitting there, uncomprehending, their bulging eyes, fuzzy bodies, and rolled up proboscises now looking impossibly large this close to him.
He heard something larger moving behind him, so he turned around and saw the mantis, that green monster, yes, even exactly the same one that had put him in this predicament, he could tell by the dent in its right eye where he had elbowed it earlier. Electric fear surged through him, and he pressed himself against the wall, as far away from it as he could get, and held his breath.
Its mouthparts moved idly, forelegs resting on the wall of its own cup, not seeming to notice or care about any of the easy prey around it. Maybe it knew there was an invisible barrier between them it couldnât get through. Maybe it was smarter than he thought. Maybe it was just biding its time, maliciously planning whatever other horrible things it could do to him. Maybe it was in cahoots with the giantess.
The lid of the box came down, plunging them into darkness, leaving him with only the sounds of the occasional scrabble of insect legs on plastic and his own heart hammering in his throat.
***
Marcy had to try very hard not to speed on the way home. It didnât work, and she got back to the lab in about 45 minutes when by all accounts it should have taken at least an hour. She also had to resist the urge to open the cooler every few minutes to take a peek to make sure what she had caught was still there. She half expected to get back to the lab and find the cooler empty somehow.
Sheâd hoped that maybe the head of the lab would be there when she got back--but no, it was 7PM, heâd gone home. So had everyone else. It was just her. No one to confirm she wasnât hallucinating.
She unlocked the lab, switched the light on, and put the cooler on the benchtop. She re-locked the door for good measure, then stood staring down at the cooler.
Okay. So assuming she opened it up and saw the same thing as she had in the field, and she hadnât just wasted the rest of her day on some silly mistake, she had caught a...fairy? It had to be a fairy. Werenât fairies magic? If it had been magic, surely it would have been able to escape from her. Right? Unless it wanted to be caught? Was this a test, and she was failing it? Was she about to suffer some ironic and appropriate punishment from the universe?
She reigned in her wild train of thought. Back up. Start with the basics. You have caught some unknown creature that, superficially, looks like a tiny person with wings. You do not know what it actually is. You cannot make any assumptions about it. It seems to be able to talk, but you canât speak its language, and you donât know if it can understand yours.
Given these very basic facts, assuming they were all true, what would be the best thing to do? Document it, right? Show someone else?
Maybe she could start by just taking it out and confirming it was real.
Thistle honestly hadnât been sure what to expect to see when the giantess opened the box and took him out, but the reality of it was so much worse than heâd thought.
It was a room, square--he must be inside one of their big, weird hives, which Mother had advised against since it could be dangerous. Every surface was flat and bare and cold, no plants or grass, nowhere to hide, and the whole thing was littered with giantâs tools he couldnât even imagine what they were for. Strange boxes in every imaginable size, basins and cups and small metal tools. Those were the worst part--most of them were almost as long as his entire body, and some ended in sharp points and others had fierce-looking clamps and still others he couldnât even guess how they could move.
No... the worst part was actually what was up on the wall: a box full of dead insects, wings spread and pinned for display, labeled in a language he couldnât read but he recognized what he saw. It was a collection, one he had just been added to. And right there in the center was a mantis, that fearsome predator, pinned up and decorated as easily as Thistle might pick up a particularly pretty pebble and take it home and put it with his others.
âPlease,â he begged, voice thick with tears, âplease have mercy.â Was there any way to make the giantess understand that he was a person? That he felt pain and emotions? That this was unthinkably cruel? Would it even care? Did it think of him like a bug? He pushed his hands against the clear container, shaking and swallowing huge, panicked breaths. âPlease donât do this to me.â
Could he convince it not to? âI can--I can grant you wishes.â He couldnât, of course, he could barely use any magic beyond what it took to assist in flight, but he might be able to convince the giantess otherwise if it could understand him.
The giantess moved about the room, rearranging objects with ease that Thistle thought he would never be able to lift at all, pushing them aside with dreamlike speed. It didnât seem to be listening to him.
He stepped back against the wall as far as he could go, wringing his hands anxiously. With a sinking heart he thought, Well. At least itâll probably kill me painlessly, to avoid blemishing my corpse⊠unless it wants to dissect me first.
Why hadnât he just listened to Mother?
Marcy cleared some space by pushing the pipettes and forceps away from the dissecting scope and set her catch down on the counter to examine it.
Yes, it was real. Her curiosity ignited like a flame, eager to know more about what the hell she had just found. It was a tiny person, and it had wings--but looking more closely now, it looked like one of them had been torn pretty badly...might explain why she had found it on the ground.
Was it a person? Maybe it was just the scale, or its limbs looking just a bit too long and thin, or its herky jerky and frantic movements, but something about it seemed strangely insectoid.
It put its hands together in front of its body, rubbing them together like a fly. She brought a light over to get a better look, and it crouched down and shielded its head with its arms, shaking.
It had a ribbon of wavy black hair from the top of its head, framed by two pointed ears. Its eyes were just a little too big and too wide set, triggering her uncanny valley response looking at its face. Its mouth definitely looked more human than insect though, as did the chest and limbs.
And it was wearing clothes, though she couldnât tell what they could possibly be made of, but she could see the lines where they had been very finely stitched together. She wondered briefly how it managed to wear a shirt with its wings, but then noted with excitement the construction. The top had two long slits in the back, which when the shirt was pulled over the head, would just drape around the wings and allow them to move freely.
Another thing she couldnât tell was the sex of this creature, if it had one. She thought about removing the clothes, wondering what such an impossibly tiny person could even look like in its more private areas.
Then she imagined herself actually doing that. Getting the scissors, or the forceps, and gently removing the little clothing while the creature struggled. That thought was finally enough for the realization of what she was actually doing to smack her in the face.
That would be an immensely fucked up thing to actually do, because she had caught a tiny person and brought it back to the lab. It was absolutely at her mercy and this whole time she hadnât even thought about the possibility that, unlike everything else sheâd brought back from the field, it understood what was happening and was terrified.
She finally noticed for the first time its puffy, red eyes and splotchy cheeks. The details were so tiny she hadnât even seen them, but it had probably been crying the entire time itâd been in the cooler. And she glanced over her shoulder to see what its saucer-wide gaze was fixed on and saw the insect collection she had put together from all the cool bugs her first cohort of undergrads had collected in the field and brought excitedly to her.
It was a treasured memory of hers, and she had never in a million years thought anyone could find it threatening. But now she was imagining herself trapped in a little plastic cup and kidnapped and brought who knows where and seeing that and trying to guess what was in store for her. She had been so caught up in the excitement of discovery, and absorbed in her own feelings, that she hadnât even questioned her instincts to snatch it up like a research sample.
It started speaking again in that tiny voice, a mellifluous little sound in a language that sounded like it was mostly vowels. Sheâd been so gobsmacked by its ability to speak earlier that she hadnât even considered what it might be saying. Watching it cower now, hiding its face in its hands and sobbing, it was easy to guess.
Guilt washed over her. âOh my god. Iâm sorry. Iâm...oh my god. Fuck.â
She leaned over and drew her hands around it, which only seemed to scare it more.
She should let it out. But what if it ran away? But she couldnât keep it trapped under there. Right? It wasnât ethical to keep someone trapped like that. She should start by undoing the damage she had already done.
She snapped the lid off and lifted the cup off the creature. It darted out and away towards the edge of the counter.
Thistle had never run so fast in his life. Every instinct in his body, every muscle was working together to get him away. He dashed towards the edge and hurled himself off.
Pain lanced through his shredded wing as he tried to fly. He managed to glide for a second, but then-
The hand came around him.
âShit!â she yelped, diving after it. âNo, no, nope, donât-â Years of working with small creatures had honed her reflexes to grab anything running away from her to stop it from falling and hurting itself--but also, to stop it from getting loose and lost forever somewhere in the building.
So she lunged. And grabbed it. Too hard, she realized too late, as her fist closed around it and it gave a yelp of pain. And its wings--they seemed sturdier than, say, butterfly wings, maybe capable of tolerating being folded like a beetleâs wings, but she winced as she realized she had crumpled them against its body, which at the very least couldnât be comfortable.Â
âShit,â she said. âIâm sorry--fuck, fuck, I didnât mean to, Iâm sorry.â
Now moving as gently and deliberately as she could, she lowered it onto the benchtop and set it down, keeping her hands around it. She was relieved to see its wings unfold back into shape, undamaged--well, except for what it already had.
Thistle lay on the counter breathlessly, one hand raised as though he could possibly shield himself from anything, the other hand propping him up. He was embarrassed to hear a pathetic whimper escape his lips, but the giantessâs hands cupped him and prevented him from crawling any further away.
It started speaking to him in what sounded like it was trying to make a quiet, soothing voice, and one of its thumbs came forward and rubbed the top of his head, ruffling his hair. Was it...trying to calm him down? Feeling his hair?
He dared not try to dart away again lest he get another terrible squeeze.
âThere we go,â Marcy cooed, stroking the little creature in what she hoped was a soothing manner. It trembled under her hands. âItâs okay, youâre okay.â
She felt terrible, like a bull in a China shop, a big dumb animal that took way too long to realize the hurt it was causing. Sheâd found this little creature when it was at its most vulnerable and did exactly the wrong thing.
Could she fix this?
She very gently moved one finger from the creatureâs heaving chest to its wings, delicately splaying the injured wing outwards to examine it. It was ragged, almost half of it completely torn up.
âDo you want me to try and fix this?â
It looked at her uncomprehendingly, flinching at the movements of her hands.
She cursed herself. It seemed thoroughly cowed to stay in place by the way sheâd grabbed it so hard. Was there any way to communicate that had been an accident?
She removed her hands and put them on her chest. âMarcy.â
It looked at her.
âMarcy.â
She very delicately moved forward and pinched its tiny hands with her fingers, moving them to its chest in the same way she had placed hers on her own.
Thistle watched the giantess speaking slowly and deliberately, making some unknown sound and gesturing to itself. He panicked again when it reached for him, but it was suddenly doing something very strange with his hands. He fought through the static in his brain to try and figure it out.
The way it was waiting silently now, as though it wanted an answer, almost politely now. Was it...asking for his name? Was it introducing itself?
He swallowed and said with as much courage as he could muster, âTh-Thistle?â
Marcy was delighted when the little creature seemed to try and figure out what she was doing, struggling for a moment before making a small sound, a single word.
Had she done it? âIs that your name?â She moved her hands back to herself. âMarcy.â
It repeated the gesture and the sound, which she could hear more clearly this time, though in still such a tiny voice. âArdo.â
âArdo,â she said.
âMarcy,â it said.
The giantess seemed happy that he was repeating back what it said to him, a clear expression of delight breaking over its face. âTHISTLE,â it repeated back to him, in a very broken-sounding and far too loud version of his own language.
Thistle wobbled to his feet, looking up at the giantess with renewed desperation. âCan you understand me? Please let me go. I- I want to leave. I want to go home. I canât fly.â
âYâvipoaomeni mi? Bonou lasiiniri. Mi-mivolaoriri. Miolas iriemei. Miniovaslui.â Marcy bit her lip as the little creature stood and apparently took their limited communication attempts as a go-ahead to start babbling again, word vomiting in a clearly anxious tone.
âOkay, okay,â said Marcy, waving her hands, and it clamped its mouth shut. âUh...sorry. Marcy. Ardo.â She moved her hands from herself to it. âNice to meet you. Sorry, I canât really...Oh, how about this.â
She took a step away, watching out of the corner of her eye to make sure it didnât run off the edge of the counter again. It stood watching her, hands kneading the air.
She turned towards the whiteboard and uncapped a marker. She made sure it was watching her, then created to the best of her very limited artistic abilities, a drawing of a little person with wings, lying down on the ground. She erased part of the left wing and drew the ragged edge.
âArdo,â she said, pointing to it.
It nodded, gesturing to itself. âArdo.â It pointed to her and said âMarcy?â this time its tone questioning, as though to say Havenât we established this already?
Marcy turned back towards the board and used the marker to draw a new circle on the broken wing, overlaying what she hoped would communicate the outline of a new wing overtop of the ripped one. âFix?â she said.
âFix?â it said.
She held her arms out and moved them up and down, hoping to give the impression of flying. It gently wafted its wings, watching her, a tiny look of hope dawning on its face.
She used the marker to draw an arrow pointing downwards, like a motion line, towards the drawing of the person lying on the floor. The little creature slowly knelt, then lowered itself down and lay on its stomach, wings upwards.
Marcy was absolutely delighted her attempts to communicate had been going so well, but the excitement started to fade as she realized she wasnât sure how to make good on her promise of fixing the wing, if it had understood that's what she'd meant. Her eyes wandered over to the insect displayâŠ
The mantis was the biggest one, and its wings were about the same size as those of her little friend here...could she�
They had body-safe glue in the lab, and it was pretty strong stuff. Could it�
Could it be that simple�
It lifted its head slightly to watch with apprehensive eyes as she uncorked the mantis from the board and brought it over, setting it on the table. Very, very gently, as delicately as she could, she snapped the mantisâs wing off at the joint where it was connected at the abdomen.
She grabbed a pair of self-closing forceps and moved them over towards it--Ardo, she supposed, she should start thinking of it as, since that was its name...Their name?
She opened the forceps and maneuvered it around Ardoâs wing.
Their body started to shake again, and they put their head down onto the back of their hands splayed flat against the table. âItâs okay,â she said, gently rubbing their back between the wings. âI promise itâs OK. Iâll be gentle.â
âGentle.â
âYes, gentle.â
She closed the forceps and lowered them onto the table, securing the wing in place. Ardo flinched as Marcy put the glue bottle down on the table, seeming like they were starting to regret letting her do this. âGentle.â
âIâll be gentle.â
âMarcy?â
âItâs okay.â She eyed the ragged edge of the wing. Was the wing innervated? How much did it hurt? She imagined it was going to be hard to secure all those loose ribbons of what remained to a new wing. Could she maybe...trim it? Would that be tolerable or not? Would that be more akin to trimming fingernails or performing surgery on someone while awake?
She reached for the scissors. Ardo exploded into a hysterical onslaught of pleas, begging so intensely Marcy didnât need to know the translation to know what they were saying.
âOkay,â she said, closing the scissors, putting them down and sliding them far away. She put her hands up to show they were empty. âOkay, donât worry, see? Itâs okay.â
âGentle,â they said, voice trembling.
She picked up a pair of tweezers, the dullest ones she had so they wouldnât pinch, and a dull poker with an edge the size of a toothpick. She rolled a chair over and sat, leaning over him and starting to feather-light pick at the edges of the wing with a dexterous hand.
âThis is probably going to take a while,â she said. âBut itâs okay. Iâll do my best.â
Marcy started by using the glue to secure the base of the mantis wing to the base of Ardoâs wing, delicately drizzling the glue onto the mantis wing and maneuvering it onto Ardo with the tweezers. She moved the self-closing forceps to clamp them together, waiting for them to dry a bit before continuing. Ardoâs body was stiff, probably with nerves, but he wasnât making any noises of pain, so she continued cautiously.
Next she slowly worked her way up the wing, spreading the glue with an even hand and pressing them together, clamping them to dry.
The evening started to wear on as she worked, determined to do it slowly and right, but feeling her eyes start to get heavy.
She reached the top of the wing, where the shredded edges were. It really would be a lot easier to secure the wings together properly if there were a smooth edge and not a lot of leftover damaged tissue there. Could she�
She quietly moved her hand to the drawer, opening it and retrieving the smaller pair of scissors there, moving them up and behind Ardo so they couldnât see them.
She tried to steady her hands and moved the scissors onto the wing, moving so slowly it was barely visible.
Ardo gave a whine of pain as the scissors grazed the wing, biting their hand, and Marcy withdrew the tool immediately and stowed it back in the drawer. âSorry, Iâm sorry, I thought maybe it wouldnât hurt and earlier you were just scared-â
Ardo lay there miserably.
âWeâre almost done. Donât worry.â She dabbled some more glue on the mantis wing, spreading it around, and gingerly moved the threads of the damaged wing onto it, pressing as lightly as she could. Ardo squirmed a bit, whimpering. âWeâre almost done. Youâre doing great.â
She pressed the final bits together, so Ardoâs wing was entirely connected to the mantis wing, and while it dried she worked on securing the base of the mantis wing to the skin on their back next to the base of their own wing as best as she could.
She removed the clamp. âOkay, I think weâre done.â
She moved her hand down, pinching their little hand between her thumb and forefinger and helping them stand up. They looked back at their wing, moving it experimentally.
âHow does that feel?â
She removed her hands and let Ardo walk around, flapping gently. They reached the edge of the table.
âMaybe letâs take it slow, okay?â she said, getting up. âAnd not jump-â
He jumped, up into the air, wings whirring into action. Her fix seemed to work a little too well, because he rocketed up and away from her, through her hands, and into the corner of the room.
âPlease come down,â Marcy said, opening her hands. âCome here?â
Her heart sank as she watched the little creature dart away and into the ventilation duct, wriggling between the grate and the wall, disappearing.
â.....Ah.â
She dropped back into her chair, exhaustedly looking at the clock. It was 11:35pm. She wasnât any closer to finishing her thesis. Now without the proof directly in front of her, it was easy to think that maybe she had just hallucinated the past few hours.
She looked at the grate. It looked just barely big enough to get her hand partway into it. She had no idea how she could even possibly start finding a tiny person in there, or coaxing it out.
She wanted to go home. Sheâd been up since 5AM. She collected her coat, her bag, and her keys, and locked the door behind her. She hoped that little creature also found its way home, wherever home was for creatures like that.
#giant/tiny#gt#gianttiny#fairy#my writing#fearplay#angst#hurt/comfort#angst with a happy ending#my original writing
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The Ballad of Aryll (AU-Verse) Masterpost
I thought itâd be fun to gather up all the scattered asks, art, and writing scraps Iâve done so far for this in-progress fic project, so, a masterpost!
(Iâve also been busy with other hobbies for a bit, so this is honestly just my way of immersing myself back into my story to prime my creative juices for working on it again! :D)
Iâll update this periodically as I share more.
âJen? What on earth is this whole story even about?â
WHY, THANK YOU FOR ASKING! :D
At its core, this is a story about siblings struggling to find their way in an unfamiliar world- about two people who have long been separated by circumstance having to learn how to be a family again- about the journey of grief, and the sometimes unexpected routes one is led on while grappling with it.
Fundamentally though, the core premise is that Link has a little sister, and that said little sister was also placed into the Shrine of Resurrection 100 years prior to the start of the fic. The sister, Aryll, remembers nearly everything (except why sheâs here). As in canon, however, Link does not.
On a functional scale this fic will serve as a sort of written adaptation of Breath of the Wild, but slid just a little to the left. It will feature a few re-imaginings of small bits of worldbuilding and character dynamics to better suit the specific story I have in mind, and then of course an original character in Aryll. Iâve been writing this as POV alternating, switching between Aryll and Linkâs perspective from chapter to chapter.
Over the two years Iâve been dreaming up this little story, Iâve accumulated a bunch of little lore notes, art, and other bits and bobs on this blog- this masterpost aims to collect all of them in one handy spot, so future readers can go back and check out some of the earliest posts about this project!
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The Ballad of Aryll: Song of Time [OFFICIAL AO3 LISTING]
Rating: Teen
Chapters posted: 9/82
Current act: 1 of 4
Words: 37K~
Last updated: August 15th 2023
Next planned update: On posting break to build more buffer!
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Initial plot sketches/basic story background:
First post about this story
Ask response about focus and themes of story, + art WIP!
Full Google Docs Outline [Itâs... er. Very long.]
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Writing WIPS:
Full Prologue (Early release)
Chapter 3 scene
Chapter 3 snippit
Chapter 7 scene
Chapter 9 scene
Chapter 17 scene
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Art (both by me and others!):
First concept sketch of Aryll
Child Aryllâs art reference sheet (As seen above) Aryll expression practice
Updated cover art with Hylian lettering + updated Aryll art
Link & Aryll on Great Plateau WIP
Link & Aryll on Great Plateau final piece (As seen above)
Assorted TBoA doodles
Shitpost ft. a Spiderman meme
Singing Aryll by candra-hearts
Aryll art commissioned by shisei11
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Lore asks:
Aryll + an amnesiac brother: is she the babysitter or the babysat?
Aryll & singing
Childhood friends part 1
Childhood friends part 2
Foraging favorites
Aryll & Payaâs bond
Can Aryll see Koroks/dragons?
Link & Aryllâs favorite/least favorite places
Riju & Aryllâs meet-cute
Aryllâs preferred weapon
Aryllâs opinion of Zelda
Link and Aryllâs opinion of each other
What canât Link and Aryll admit to each other?
A boatload of Aryll OC ask answers
More Aryll OC ask answers
On Aryll and Linkâs sibling relationship
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Other:
Personality notes for Link & Aryll in this story
A few songs that remind me of TBoA
â6 Secretsâ character work game with Link & Aryll
Creating a title for TBoA
Chapter teaser #1
Chapter teaser #2
Chapter teaser #3
Random dialogue teasers
Link & scars
Hero Forge model of Link & Aryllâs dad
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Pre-TBoA content:
Clutching Destiny [AO3 link, 4/4 chapters.]
Rating: General Audiences
Words: 10K~
Summary: Sir Arwel Haywood, loyal knight of Hyrule's royal guard and proud father of two, has never considered himself a particularly religious man.
Regardless, he can't help but fear the kind of deity who would condemn a mere child to being an instrument of Her endless war.
(Or... the story of how Link's father comes to learn about his son's fateful destiny.)
Writerâs meta about Clutching Destiny
More meta about Clutching Destiny
Aryll questions: Favorite childhood activities?
Assorted questions for Aryll, and her and Linkâs parents
Sketches of Link and Aryllâs parents
Recovered Family Portrait art by me! (As seen above)
Ficlet by englandamericaitaly [Canon to this AU, Linkâs motherâs POV]
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Post-TBoA content (Adult Aryll):
Unspoken Upheavals [AO3 link, 1 chapter.]
Rating: General Audiences
Words: 1.4K~
Summary: A dozen days past, Aryll still remembers exactly where she stood at the precise moment of the Upheavalâs rising⊠at the precise moment she realized something terrible must have happened to her brother and Zelda. (Minor spoilers for TotK initiating events.)
Mini fic + Aryll in Zonai Survey Team garb art
Aryll questions: Regrets, Conflict, Representative colors
ARYLL FOR NEW SAGE OF SPIRIT PROPOGANDA
Aryll, Sage of Spirit art
Adult Aryllâs art reference sheet (As seen above)
Adult Aryllâs character personality sheet
Mock Age of Calamity profile
Musings on post-TBoA Aryll fighting in Age of Calamity
Musings on post-TBoA Aryll and Tears of the Kingdom
Some lovely art by shisei11
More lovely art by Redundantz
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Hmm...what's the premise of the fic idea you have notes for? I'm curious to see what concepts you come up with. Otherwise, I'm always for more discussion on Murdoc's strange worshipful relationship with Stu and Stu being himself. I also love the AU scenarios this blog inspired about vampire Stu and Renfield Murdoc, which can always be expanded on by further discussion. AUs aside, I feel that this blog is just the best place for Stu feelings, and that is a very special thing to me. (1/2)
You know, it's actually kind of funny to describe the idea in response to these particular asks (referring more to your kind second part) because it is the very opposite of them-- I felt readers were probably sufficiently burnt out on heady sexless Stuart studies, so I've just been mulling over something more Murdoc-focused. It would be an assortment of scenes over a length of time, like Ampersands in style if not necessarily subject, linked by a shared element. On the chance I do set about writing it I'll hold off saying what specifically, but I think it'd be... a little more accessible than this last one, ah, a little cruder, a little more return to form with "my Murdoc" shaping himself. I see it as taking place halfway before Gorillaz and halfway in the phase 0/1 timeframe. It's a distinctly "early years" atmosphere in my head right now, which I love, you know, I think we all have a great fondness for it on this blog. I just love when the burner goes cold in the mid-years too, and giving that adequate attention was important to me. I think I have an easier time writing the earliest era, and I worry it's a problem, that I'm stunted-- rather, I internalized a critique about that, and I suppose I'm coming to a place now where I have to decide whether to "borrow that trouble" or not. It's always better not to; the impulse for self-flagellation tells you otherwise.
I always enjoy hearing your ideas and AU scenarios. I think you know heaps more of the Renfield characterization than I do, and so I'm often waxing more metaphorical about it than following a concrete plot. It would be handy if I'd gotten something ready for you for the Halloween season, but I didn't quite manage to do so. If you've got a Halloweeny thought, vampiric or otherwise, do know that you're more than welcome to share, and I'll do my best to add more. No matter how many ways we touch on Murdoc's worshipful place at Stuart's feet, I never grow tired of it; if I hold back on making more posts, it is only because I worry over the repetition here, and how dull it might become. Thank you for saying it's special. It's been more special to me than I know how to discuss. I'll go into further wibbling and waffling about Stuart on your second message, but for now: thank you.
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content creator 2021 wrapped tag game
Cut this into what works for you. Want to do only one instead of five? Do it. Tag 2 people? Do it. This game is not your mum or the Apple App store to tell you what to do. But there are a couple of rules:
RULE 1: Review your creations over 2021. Tag some gifmakers/creators, friends and strangers to get them to do the same.
RULE 2: Link to the content, commentary optional.
thank you to @robinsonjudyâ! you are wonderful zahraa :)
5 (or more!) creations from others that made you smash the reblog button hard, closely followed by your âinspâ tag or âfave tagâ. Link to sets that started conversations, outstanding composition, colouring, etc.
Iâm not backing out this time, time to get you off my mind. by @seance Â
you have no idea how much this lives in my head rent free and i actually was insp by shatter glass effect that i used it quite a few times :) a lot of arianneâs sets are insp :)
#five of cinnamon rolls by @yenvengerberg
honestly this one was so cute and funny and beccaâs skills are always just awe-inspiring. i also love her ladiesmeme :)
shadow and bone (season 1, part 1 & 2) by @meliorn
i absolutely loved this two part set. the detail in this is speculator. i am such a sucker for looking at each part of a concept set and the work this much of taken. *chefâs kiss*
the umbrella academy as a horror movie by @number5theboy / @jameszmaguire
an absolute fucking delight. i love the mix of genre and lizzie just captures it so well. plus the coloring, the clips... damn i love this set a lot :)
itâs your turn (ladies of sab) by @crow-clubâ
i honestly such a beautiful set, i was actually staring it for awhile when i doing the ccss and this is so gorgeous kay :)
i kept it to five sets because i would be here actually all day but thereâs just so much insp from so many gifmakers and thank you for it :) hereâs to creating more wonderful things in 2022!
4-5 creations of which youâre proud. These are goals you scored. Nothing to do with notes.
i have a very specific tag for this lol like i really do make a lot of gifs that i donât posts (mainly for tua when i started the rewatch, but also before then)...Â
one: diego and lila -> #they share one and a half brain cells (i love them <3)
two: luther and the bowling alley scene -> oh, forâŠÂ (loved the coloring for the set and it always makes me laugh)
three: inej/purple coloring w/bonus quote (1.06) -> âOne minute [Kaz] made [Inej] blush and the next he made her want to commit murder.â (absolute nightmare to color, it took me such a long time to get it to that shade)
four: diego -> paint me like one of your french girls (the caption is implied lol)
there is no end to our story (malina) set, this one sat in my drafts for about a week or two... because i was kind of scared of posting it. iâm primarily gif crows/kanej/soc content so it sort of felt like i was entering unknown territory... but this one kind of popped into my head and i loved the quote, so i posted it on a whim and liked it :D
3-4 creations others loved. Include the one that one that got most notes, great comments, or the classic âhow dare you!â
tua: portraits and photographs (1/3) i lowkey loved how simple of a project this was but i think it was also just a lot of praise for the set designer and i loved seeing the tagged comments for this one because it was so funny to me
tua:Â tangled (2010) // tua: diego & lila paralells (1/2) i thank the one anon every day for this set because a lot of people were very delightfully confused. it was nice to see the reactions be mostly positive. plus @wyrd-systerââ did a fantastic parallel fic for it :)
sab: kanej (ft. jesper) + âkaz says âi love you weirdâ ok so this one wasnât supposed to have the last gif ft but because reasons.. and iâm so happy with the end results. the comments have been fantastic. everyone loving how in character/canon this was. i love it.
sab: â[inej] laughed, and if [kaz] could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have.â tbh i just loved that this was kind of my introduced into the book quotes and those are always great to make :)
2-3 creations that stretched you as a creator: style, coloring, blending, text, etc. include the one that should have got more notes.
my diego rewatch sets lol ngl these sets take long... and ok, i wanted to do it as a selfish project because there was a lack of diego content! but i do think they push me creatively, specifically:
number five (1.05)
the white violin (1.10)
1 creation of yours that you find most aesthetically pleasing to the eye and self AND 1 creation that broke and (maybe remade you) as a creator â we all have that one.
most aesthetically pleasing to the eye and self? ladies of shadow and bone -> color palette / characteristics i made for ccss for kay... like i worked on this for awhile and there were some scenes i didnât end up using but i was really inspired but one of her set. and i was like well if i could just figure out how to do this one thing... and i wonât lie i had no idea what i was doing but iâm so happy it turned out.
creation that broke me? hargreeves siblings + âdo not stand at my grave and weepâ i literally stayed up late and then i woke up early before work to fix it and because i was so sleep deprived i just posted it without editing it. i also just had really not started blending per se... but i wasnât great at it. so this was me trying something i thought was gonna be a straightforward project and i was in near tears from it.
0 the creation that never was because nothing was working that day.
this one is easy because i have been working on it for i wanna say like two months AND Iâm still like well what the fuck is it??? itâs kind of like the hargreeves in screens... like this...
like i think i just need a good quote but iâm also like ok this is a thing iâve made... if you have a good quote pls send it my way lol (if youâve gotten this far :P)
Overall comment on your creativity year 2021: i mean objectively iâve made more things than the previous two years which given that i tend to disappear for long periods of times... is a good thing (if you want to see it that way). sometimes i just made sets for fun, like the incorrect set/book quote/au sets... kind of sometimes i was accidentally funny. and with the concept sets, especially the diego ones, are really the ones i wanted to use colors when i could. i really have tried to push myself. sometimes successfully, sometimes not so much. itâs been the biggest mixed bag. iâm not sure if i can continue this energy in 2022, but weâll see :D
thank you! tagging @lilapittssâ @steve-harringtonsâ @rreputatiionsâ @kendalroysâ @conceptsâ @kazs-rietveldsââ @mcudaredevilââ
and anyone who iâve already tagged :D
happy 2022!
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Genetics ask! I know that male torties/torbies are very rare and caused by a genetic mutation, but with those who do exist, are there any prerequisites with their parents? Iâm assuming theyâd have to carry the red gene since tortoiseshell is one red, one not-red, but I barely know anything. And based on this, is it better to just headcanon cats like Redtail as biologically female?
alright! hello, anon.
since i had to do more research than usual for this one, reminder that:
i am not an expert. i can and will be wrong. you can find my self-corrections under #corrections, but those are only things i or others have noticed, and that i've had the time to write a correction to and explain.
disclaimers out of the way, let's talk about tortie toms. (and torbie toms, and calico toms, it's all the same deal.)
if you know how ginger works, you can skip the next few paragraphs.
orange (ginger, red, etc.) is sex-linked in cats. what this means is that the gene that causes orange cats is on the x chromosome. it is also codominant, which means that having an orange x chromosome (Xo) and a non-orange x chromosome (X) is not black or orange, but both.
basically:
X or XX: black
Xo or XoXo: orange
XXo: tortoiseshell
yeah?
now, for the rest of this post, i'm going to be writing O and o instead of Xo and X because it's one less character and i don't run the risk of putting three x chromosomes together.
okay. so because torties need two x chromosomes, they're typically female. the way tortie itself works is basically, cells activate one of the genes (O or o) at random, creating patches. so you need two copies.
wikipedia says about a third of male torties have klinefelter's, which is the XXY karyotype. while this does have physical changes associated with it, the only way to confirm (humans have) klinefelter's is to test it genetically.
luckily, cats are very helpful about demonstrating it. what with them being tortie and all.
(we're also lumping in the variations of klinefelter's here. you can get XXYY, etc., and they all fit into the same broad idea.)
anyway, the extra x chromosome can come from either the mother or the father. this makes tortie toms...not quite easier, since the prereqs are the same, but y'know. if mom is Oo, dad doesn't matter. if mom is OO, dad has to be o, and if mom is oo, dad has to be O. same rules as usual.
XXY toms are going to be...not sterile, but pretty infertile. using human stats, about 50% can produce sperm, although the likelihood of them having kits is still low. humans with klinefelter's are also taller than average, so keep that in mind.
again, and this might be a correction on my part, i can't remember, but tortie toms aren't strictly going to be visibly different than other toms.
okay, so most people stop at klinefelter's, but there are two other ways to get tortie toms: mosiacism and chimerism. these are often confused/combined, but because i strive for generally being accurate, i'll go over them both.
mosaic cats carry multiple genetic lines, because of a mutation. this can either be somatic (happens in the body, is not hereditary), or germline (happens in reproductive cells of parents, is hereditary).
this is not always a gain of a line, you can lose a chromosome as well. the difference between somatic and germline and how it affects torties goes over my head, so i'm not going to speak to it, other than i'm pretty sure we're talking about somatic mosaicism. i think. again, not a biologist or geneticist, just a hobbyist with an internet connection.
right, so what happens is basically, some cells lose their extra x chromosome, giving you a cat with karyotype XXY/XY. these cats are more likely to be fertile and generally have less effects of klinefelter's. i'm not entirely sure how this affects tortie presentation, if at all, but it does happen.
i suppose you could also have some kind of mutation that gives you an extra x spontaneously, but that would be unlikely to cause torties, because it would also have to mutate into the other O allele.
again, i really want to stress that while i'm not bullshitting, i'm also not speaking definitively here.
last up is chimerism, where two embryos fuse in the womb, creating mixed genes.
i'm using a picture of a dog, here, because this is what goes through my head when i think of chimeras. you'll have to take my word for it, but while this would be a normal tortie cat, it can't really happen in dogs without some kind of mutation. and chimerism, given the extent of the patching, is pretty likely.
right! chimera torties are going to be, afaik, normal levels of fertile, although it's likely that they can pass on either black or red, not both.
(while i'm here, before we move on, there are a lot of types of chimeras. this type is called tetragametic chimerism, and it's rare in humans but more common in other animals. it's hard to know how common it is, because the differences are often very subtle, and hard to test. it's also not mutually exclusive with mosaics or klinefelter's, just to really muddy the waters.)
i don't have statistics for how common mosaics and chimeras are, and there's always, "a different type of mutation that doesn't fall into this category"
for mosaics and chimeras, the rules for inheritance seem to be the same as for klinefelter's. there's the added note that, because there can be multiple sires within one litter, a ginger queen could have kits with a ginger tom, and get a tortie son, as long as she also...ahem...with a black(/brown, etc.) tom. (or vice versa, with all brown and a ginger.)
okay! so that's basically how it happens.
as for the second part of this question, well. "is it better?" is a matter of opinion. i don't think anyone is wrong for having tortie toms. i don't care. (a) it is possible, and (b) we're all just having fun.
i, personally, do not think redtail is karyotype XX, because i like him being sandstorm's father with brindleface. idk. i like brindleface. yes, i know this raises huge genetic problems, and it's not very canon. i don't really care. i read that redtail fic where he thinks about sand&brindle as he's dying and it hasn't left me.
that said, i'm still a sucker for trans redtail. love it. idk, this is kind of hard to explain. like? it's not my headcanon, but i still appreciate it.
anyway! to the point: if you care about statistics and likelihoods and how many tortie toms you've had in the clan, yes, you're probably better off saving your chromosome anomalies for when they need to have kits, and using XX karyotype for the rest.
(under the cut: matthew rambles about trans cats and gender identity for a while)
i'm pretty sure cats don't have the western concept of gender. i don't think they have a human concept of gender, either, but at some point i need to be able to pin down something, and i think a third/fourth gender is closer to what they have.
i've been thinking about this a lot lately, because i decided i wasn't satisfied with my old approach to trans cats. i can do better than that. i decided cats don't have gendered pronouns, so why should the solution be, "trans cats don't really get to do anything about it"
no. i am dissatisfied with that.
at the same time, for specific reasons: i also don't think cats are trans in the western sense of the word.
because if for nothing else, remember that cat sexual dimorphism has a bigger effect on their life than in humans.
like, queens are going to be uncomfortable around male cats they don't hella trust and their kits. that doesn't go away if said male cat isn't a tom. y'know?
i'm in a constant state of tweaks with this, because i basically: form opinion, test opinion, refine opinion. my initial opinion was too harsh. and!
part of what's changed is i decided i wanted fernsong to be able to raise his kits in the nursery instead of ivypool. so i had to adjust how i think the nursery and queens work, slightly, to permit for that. now, i can turn back to gender and think about it some more.
i'm not going to coin any new terms, because i'm not in that kind of mood, but i think there is some idea of a female cat who is not a she-cat. i don't think the cats would call them a tom, but i'm not sure what they would say or how they would describe it.
i think they would just, on some level, get it.
actually okay you know what! i do need some lingo here. queens = cats who are raising kits in the nursery. she-cats = XX karyotype, considers self female (cis, if you will). toms = XY karyotype, considers self male (cis, again). and uh...we'll go with...
god i hate. i don't want anything i say in this ramble to be considered "words i am going to now use consistently" because i literally just need some way to describe this for my own sanity. with that in mind, let us use molly for XY karyotype, but not a tom, and...how about gib for XX karyotype, not a she-cat.
again, i don't want that to be considered permanent, i'm just fishing at words people use to describe cats so i can have something to work with.
right so, i don't think cats think gib and tom are equivalent, but i also don't think they (as a society) care about that.
like, okay, let's say redtail is XX, but not a she-cat. there's nothing to really be done (heck, if he wants to be a queen, that's still fine), cats don't have gendered pronouns or names, but at the same time, there's an intuitive understanding of what that means.
this kind of ties into the matriarchy, kind of? like, hm, queens are an important part of the matriarchy, but at the same time, she-cats inherit family lines. not that cats inherit much, but still.
i'm getting very abstract here. take, uh, like let's say a hypothetical trans mothwing. i think a lot of people have that headcanon?
and i think, like, mothwing would not be considered a tom. if cats had a concept of sexuality, leafpool would not be straight, because she likes mothwing, and mothwing is not a tom.
but! i would still think willowshine probably is the first line for nursery visits, at least when the kits are very young.
and i don't think anyone there would be unhappy with that deal.
right. i just kept rambling for a while, because i've been thinking about this and obviously it's semi-tied to the question.
tl/dr: cats don't care about gender, because they are cats meowing at each other in the woods. if a cat says they're not agab, everyone is just cool with that.
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IT INVOLVES A CROSS COUNTRY ROAD TRIP???? JAC!!!! HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT'S MY FAVORITE THING EVER?? Okay but consider them stopping at a gas station. What snack are they getting? Does Jack come back with his arms full of way more than they need? How do they divide up who is driving when? Are they going somewhere specific or are they just driving? Most importantly, what music are they listening too? Do they hate each other's taste in music or do they vibe? TELL ME EVERYTHING! Also star gazing.
I AM SO SO EXCITED FOR THIS
okay so first of all: the concept was sent in by the LOVELY @orestes-fasted, tysm dear !!
and i guess i can give yall the rundown!
so, cross country road trip.
not really a âroad tripâ, but !! basically, Jack has a rodeo that heâs competing in. a big one, a national one (but not The national one), and itâs across the country.
and maybe itâs a little stupid for jack to go, but itâs senior season and he wants to go all out.
plus, big competition = big prize money, and heâs kind of trying to go to college, sooooo
side note: i have only been to small local rodeos so None Of This is going to be accurate but thatâs ok
ANYWAY he doesnât wanna make the trip alone, so after some pleading, davey decides to go with him.
and thatâs basically the premise of the fic !! obviously thereâs going to be more substance in the actual fic but this is the prompt
and to answer your questions:
jack is very much a savory kind of guy !! i donât really see him as having a huge sweet tooth, but some of his essentials are: original chex mix, barbecue chips, pretzels, beef jerky (specifically the jack links sweet & hot flavor), and like. the cheesy popcorn stuff ?? he really likes those
meanwhile davey gets like,, the healthier stuff?? he really likes granola bars, veggie chips, trail mix, etc.!!
but they DO get a big bag of jolly ranchers to share. they both like tart and sour stuff
since itâs jackâs truck, jack is going to do most of the driving- plus, heâs the one with experience pulling the trailer! but davey does drive now and then, usually when theyâre going through farmland and side roads so there isnât as much traffic
ohhhh music. okay. this is where it gets Tricky.
jack likes old country music. davey likes indie bands.
after some conversation, they decide to switch every hour on the hour; one hour of jackâs music, one hour of daveyâs. but eventually, somewhere around the twelve hour mark, they end up listening to either broadway musicals or disney channel original movie soundtracks, and they BOTH sing along.
by the end of the trip, davey has found a new love of older country music and jack has found some new bands to listen to that heâs never heard of.
side note bc iâm very much projecting on davey right now: some of those bands include The National Parks, Beach weather, Bad Suns, Young Rising Sons, COIN, HARBOUR, Truslow, Smallpools, WILD, and CRUISR (idk if these are all indie bands but they Fit The Vibes that iâm looking for (basically daveyâs music taste can be found in any Coming Of Age movie soundtrack))
i really cannot wait for this !! also, it takes place about a month and a half after my last installment; jack is healed from his mishap with Dolly and everything is nice and good !! not really though!!! but also yeah !!!
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Getting Started with Original Work
an anon asked:
hi, i want to post my own original work but i'm not sure where. what made you decide to post on tumblr, and how did you gain an audience for your original writing? i'm sure fandom had plenty to do with it, but besides that, do you have any advice for writers who want to get their work out there?
it is, as always, hard for me not to ramble lol but i tried my best to at least answer in order.
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i actually came to tumblr specifically for the social aspect. i'd been posting fanfic for a little while already, but i'd never been part of a fandom or any kind of fan community before and was interested in trying it out when i got into boyfriend to death. fandom was a huge part of building an audience for me because it was how this blog started in the first place. while it definitely makes things easier, i don't think you're required to start with fanfics to get an audience for your original work. some things that i think are good to try or keep in mind:
->find your people: as a writer, it's important you continue to be a reader. if there's a certain genre or archetype you like or plan to specialize in (erotica, reader-inserts, monster/human, abo, etc.), you should check out the work that's out there and interact with those writers. it's fun, it can lead to friendships and communities, and if you post similar content, these are the people who are most likely to see and interact with it. i'm not saying it's some kind of business transaction where if you read their work, they have to read yours, because i don't think that's a healthy way to look at it. but i do think camaraderie is really important for writers, especially those in a similar niche. find your peers and support them. there's a good chance they'll do the same, not out of obligation, but because you're part of the community and bringing something unique to the table. this can also help you choose what site you want to use, if you can find a preexisting community somewhere in particular.
->start a blog: what exactly your blog is and contains is up to you, but i think it's good to have one for a couple reasons. the first one is interaction. like i said earlier, my primary motivation for coming to tumblr was the social aspect. there's only so much you can say in the notes or comment section of a fic. it's convenient to have a dedicated space where conversation is easier. from a fan perspective, i like seeing "extras" related to works i enjoy, like character art or bonus tidbits that aren't in the main work, so finding out that a writer i like has a blog with these things is always awesome.
the second reason is for organizational purposes. having a hub page that links to your work or wherever else you post is convenient for your readers. it also gives you a place to let readers know what's going on with you. for example i kind of just don't have a posting schedule lol but because i have this space, i can post things in between my updates and communicate with my readers directly so they still know i'm around and what's going on.
->just post it: have you ever seen the "two cakes" post? it's painfully true. as writers, and creators of all types, we often feel the need to compare ourselves, unfavorably, to others. we're extremely hard on ourselves for the work we put out when other people are making "better" work. it's important to remind yourself of the audience perspective: holy shit! two cakes! it's so, so important for writers to share their writing, to get the experience of that vulnerability. it can be scary, but it's worth it. you gain confidence and skill the more you do it. best of all, you put another cake on the table. you might be surprised by how many people show up, excited that it's there.
one last word on where to post. since i've only written on a handful of sites (here, ff.net and ao3), i can't really talk about many others. ao3 is my go-to and what i would recommend, but it depends a lot on what you're going to be writing. their policy on original work is that it needs to be "fannish" in nature. i was a little confused about the policy originally but i've spent a lot of time browsing the original work tag and i feel like i get the gist now. there are certain tropes, settings, and concepts that are closely tied to fandom culture and history, and if you do anything in that sphere, then your work should fit on ao3. the thing i like about ao3 (and that i would look for on other sites if ao3 isn't for you) is the tag system. it's important that readers can quickly assess if your work is what they're looking for, and a good tag system makes things much easier for them and for you. i'm wishing you good luck and lots of fun on your journey!
#rotpeach answers#rot on writing#my stance on putting some of my own work on ao3 has actually changed recently#i think the reader insert phenomenon as a whole is pretty strongly rooted in fan culture#or at least thats where i picked it up from#so the face of nirvana and we pariahs will have a home there in the future#also paging inhuman levine anon please give me a day or two im writing something special for you :>#and paging everyone else i have a dabi one shot on the way but uhh its gonna be kind of long lol
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