#salamanders miraculous

[kari-go]

I see, probably I mistook it. It just seemed like you said that Salamander and Flamingo are similar because Salamander attracts objects and Flamingo attracts you to the surface or something. Sorry.

No worries!

The salamander attracts things to a marked object and can stick to anything. The flamingo can just balance on anything. They are very close to each other but still different.

[a-flaming-idiot]

Now with more Apexs

Apex Rena Rouge

& Apex Ryuko

me and @a-flaming-idiot really be brainstorming a full on miraculous zombie au

zoe and

mari, aka the ladybug queen

[archivalofsins]

I find it really funny when people are like Milgram is up to interpretation. In the its not meant to be solvable it's meant to be a thought experiment. Because it does to an extent show that many people believe a good mystery and a thought experiment cannot coexist. Even though that's most of the mystery genre.

Mysteries especially murder mysterious are made with the intent to reflect on the nature and finality of human beings.

So it doesn't have to be one or the other.

Even funnier that this is being said all the while the creators could not have been more direct about these stories having concrete solutions/answers that can be discerned through interrogating what's been presented so far.

Like,

Note: This post will be heavily referencing the translation of the hallucination booklet Q&A by DoctorBunny.

Q.01 Introduce Yourself.

I’m Takuya Yamanaka. I’m the creator/planner/screenwriter for MILGRAM.

Q.15 Is there anything the guards aren’t aware of yet?

Yamanaka: Of course, there may be some minor details, but I don’t think there are any major points missing. The mysteries have already disseminated, I feel the full picture will be clearly revealed if the theories and wild speculations, which have been shared around the world, come together. As expected.

Q.01 Introduce Yourself.

I’m DECO*27. I work as the music producer for MILGRAM. I like Hatsune Miku.

Q.04 So far, what’s made you the happiest?

DECO: It makes me happy to see lots of people analysing the meanings I put in my songs! The theories get pretty close to the truth too, I think… the power of all the guards is really cool.

There's just been a lot of implications that the there's an answer to these things.

Fun notes

This has absolutely nothing to do with this point but-

Q.07 Which prisoners are the easiest to write dialogue/music for?

Yamanaka: If I had to pick one, it’d be Fuuta. He’s the type of person that’s pretty easy to write because his brain never shuts up. Other than him, Yuno and Shidou are relatively academic kids in theory, so they’re easy to write because they’re very clear when it comes to what they want to convey. [TL note just because its funny, the idiom Yamanaka uses is lit. “There is barking in the inside [of Fuuta’s] head]

Salamander, "It's heating up inside my head! I can't stop- I don't want to stop!"

Bring It On, "What I want to hear is the scream deep inside you!"

Q.14 What are you thinking about at the moment?

Futa: I wonder if this is what anxiety feels like. I want something I can rely on.

Futa literally in the middle of the night about his victim probably with little to no prompting (not even a fucking segue thought of his own).The entertainment value and mileage I've gotten out of this one fucking video is damn miraculous really. Man who's never had a moment not thinking in his life gets even more points to run around in his head due to the fucking voices in Milgram.

Like I know the covers are just fanservice/have nothing to do with why the prisoners are here but damn if it ain't good fanservice. Because the implication that before this Futa was just going of internally forever without pause is just mood as hell really.

Deco just dropping in the interview that Yuno's story is about the relationships between men and women too and not just a fucking baby, pfft-

Q.08 Which prisoners are the most fun to write dialogue/music for?

DECO: Mahiru! From the start writing about the relationships between men and women has been what you might call my forte, its enjoyable to make. I feel like this is also why I find Yuno easy to write for.

Just came out and said that shit. Yes, I made Deco's color orange because of this.

Q.18 Give a brief comment about the future of “MILGRAM”.

Yamanaka: There have already been plot developments that I personally wish I didn’t have to write. The guards have all chosen a very intense path. It’s frightening. I’ve also been ready to obey these choices since the start of MILGRAM, so I think we all should enjoy this story that can only be told once together.

I think the dichotomy between Yamanaka and Deco answers here is funny.

Yamanaka; there are some thing I wish I didn't have to write,

But I've been ready to follow through on these choices since the beginning.

DECO: I’ve already started writing the prisoner’s songs. It’s hell. Please prepare yourselves.

Deco, "It's hell~ < 3 Please, prepare yourselves."

Fucking pick a god and pray as quote. That only makes me go don't threaten me with a good time- things are just getting interesting- Let's overheat in hell together. Meanwhile as a writer reading there are things I've written that I haven't wanted to is such an oof I'm sorry I get the feeling but it's really fun to watch. It's really something great.

Funniest team of all time-

Q.17 Represent “MILGRAM” in one word. Yamanaka: 『人』 “People”

DECO: 『噓』 “Lies”

I hope whatever Milgram turns into it's remains as enjoyable to make as it is to watch. Despite every up and down. Still it was funny as fuck that Yamanaka really went yeah there's never not noise in that guys head.

I'm looking forward to seeing what this hell looks like. Me when all the prisoners turn out to be horrid liars that have committed a pile of atrocities,

"Damn that foreshadowing was tight and followed up on amazingly. Keep it up please! I want to feel satisfied don't lose steam in the last half!"

I hope it gives that feeling to a lot of people.

[imthepunchlord]

I'm actually a little surprised you didn't create a Lizard animula, given that the idea of a salamander kwami/miraculous has popped up a few times in your past ideas. Was it something you thought about before and decided it wasn't needed or that you didn't want to it, or was it something that didn't cross your mind?

They have been considered, it's just a few mix of things.

For one, there's not a whole lot in mythology and folklore to them that I could fine.

Other factor is that anything power wise I could think for them could go elsewhere.

Salamander makes me think of wielding fire, but that could go to Rooster or Firefly or even Fox.

Lizard I thought to work off chameleons most and do invisibility, but that could also go to Mouse, Fox, or Cat.

I'm not sure how many animula I want to exist, and I'm currently exploring a singular power route. They could end up included, I'm not opposed to it, but it'll depend on the powers of the other animula.

[jacquesthepigeon]

"#anyway as for the reasoning i think that its the crew being lazy and uncreative"

It feels like selective laziness. Like they'll be creative enough to design a new supervillain outfit for the new villian, but having them be a new character, or give them a new miraculous is where they draw the line.

It’s like the salamander in my brother’s closet that got painted over and is now part of the wall

They’re convinced a fresh coat of paint fixes the problem and makes it a new thing entirely

They can’t be assed to think of a new perma villain power that isn’t butterfly or a clone and it’s such a shame

[chs-miraculous-prompts]

Another Miracle Box:

Before anything, read the rules.

Inspired by @natedogx15 ‘s old miraculouses prompts. I adapted some of them because of the miraculouses revealed in penalteam. 

I think people should prompt more miraculouses, because, something I notice in AUs is that usually some people that could be heroes are left out.

In OCs stories, Crossovers, or AUs where some side characters get more focus (like Ondine, Zoe on AUs where Chloe is still Queen Bee, Mirelle, Socqueline and so on...) this happens a lot. 

I came to this conclusion after seeing AUs like @artzychic27 ‘s So, we’re heroes, or my own crossovers I have in mind.

Also, something that @sabrina-central made me notice is that Sabrina deserved more options.

The Miraculouses of this New Box from the prompt (which means that anyone that wants to use it, can do it, as long as they give credit) are below: 

Salamander Miraculous:

Miraculous of Volatility.

Anklet.

Power: Allows the holder to walk through walls.

Colors: Dark Brown with some yellow spots.

Weapon: Katana.

 Chamaleon Miraculous:  

Miraculous of Adaptation.

Lime colored Brooch.

Power: It allows the holder to copy the ability of another miraculous holder or akuma (touch is required, though. Either through the hands or the whip). When they do so, their outfit changes to match the color of the copied person.

Colors: A greenish yellow, unlike the goldish one of the bee.

Weapon: Whip.

 Spider Miraculous:

Miraculous of Fear.

Object: Choker.

Power: Entangles the person on a web that forces them to see their worse fear (it’s the opposite of gift). The person needs to fight against their fear to get free.

Weapon: Scepter.

Color: Dark Red.

 Bat Miraculous:

Miraculous of the Information.

Object: Belt Buckle.

Power: It creates an energy bat that sucks the memories and thoughts out of someone and allows the holder to see them. It’s close to impossible doing that to another holder, and people can fight back.

Weapon: It’s a keyblade sort of stuff.

Color: Dark Blue.

 Lion Miraculous:  

Miraculous of Motivation.

Bracelet.

Power: It heightens the abilities of a teammate.

Weapon: Pom-poms that can work like gauntlet.

Color: Light Yellow.  

Penguin Miraculous:

Miraculous of Integrity

Kwami: Suitt

Jewelry: Cufflinks

Weapon: Pickaxe

Power: Gives the holder the power of cryokinesis, either by touch or by spheres.

Color: Dark Blues and Black

 Hummingbird Miraculous:

Miraculous of Restoration

Kwami: Pepeer.

Jewelry: Earrings.

Weapon: Spear

Power: Gives the Holder the “Touch of Life”. Basically, it’s cataclysm, but, instead of destroying, the touch gives life to any kind of plant (depending on the environment and the holder’s intection).

Color: Forest Greens and some magenta accents.

 Wolf Miraculous:

Miraculous of Loyalty

Kwami: Lunna

Jewelry: Necklace

Weapon: Twin Axes

Power: Allows the holder to track someone through their smell. (It needs an object that belonged to the person, though). (Did that because canon refused to give the dog tracking powers).

Colors: … it was hard to think on a color for this one…

 Rhino Miraculous:

Miraculous of Growth

Kwami: Hoorn

Jewelry: Ring

Weapon: Axe

Power: Allows the Holder to grow. It’s tiring to keep it, though.

Color: Grey.

[yudgefudge]

I was tagged by the effortlessly amazing @rainingmbappe to list ten of my comfort movies, and that is exactly what I shall do, because when a bad bitch tells u to do something, you do it!

Black Panther by Ryan Coogler

Barbie by Greta Gerwig

Miraculous: United Heroez by Th*mas Asstruck (don't attack me JSKJSKJSJ)

Moana by Ron Clements & John Musker

Mean Girls by Tina Fey (yes I know she screenwrote not direct, but it's the screenplay that makes that movie iconic.)

Interstellar by Christopher Nolan

Into the Spider-Verse by Phil Lord and Miller

Do Revenge by Jennifer Kaytin Robinson

Shang-Chi by Destin Daniel Cretton

Hunger Games: Catching Fire by Francis Lawrence

now to tag friendos.... @waltzshouldbewriting @the-phoenix-heart @childishfirmino @cryingforcrocodiles @iluminad00 @kylivier @dybalaispretty @lonely-salamander @addictivewhispering @purefractals @darththrog @tam-is-blogging @charlesluvr @utdmoon and anyone else who sees this. I tried to tag lots of ppl but I always forget someoene. jskjskj

[lexisking]

Oh damn it has been a while since I logged on Tumblr. Uh, have a 40k art dump. Yes I have recently gotten into the 40k fandom and I know this is probably quite out of the blue. I just want to share these.

I have dubbed this Chapter the "Hephaeston Hammers"

Arthurian Deus, Chapter Master.

Vareus Dumar, Master of Sanctity

Andrin Kunan, Master of the Apothecarion

Kaeros Molotak, Master of the Forge

Haniel Deladen, Chief Librarian

Lancius Lunos, Master of the Keep Venerable Dreadnought

Honor Guard design

Standard chapter member design

Now, as for lore, if the fact that half of these have patterns of equipment that got lost in the Horus Heresy (the actual irl reason for these being used being that I just liked how they look), the in lore reason for this widespread usage of very old equipment in the chapter is due to them having a very good relationship with the Forge World of Hephaeston III, a world which neighbors their homeworld of Hephaeston II. The Mechanicus of Hephaeston III are borderline tech-heretics who just barely avoid being declared as such for reverse-engineering long lost tech by the skin of their teeth, and do so via the fact they managed to miraculously get the support to do so from Guilliman so long as they didn't end up making daemon engines or commit any form of blatant heresy. This has caused the chapter to be supplied quite heavily with some of said reverse-engineered and reproduced equipment.

Formally, this chapter is a Primaris founding successor chapter of the Sons of the Phoenix, but for any who are familiar with the Sons of the Phoenix's color scheme can guess why I say the Hephaeston Hammers are only formally sons of Rogal Dorn.

When I wrote the lore for the Hephaeston Hammers, I focused heavily on that one speech from Fulgrim: 'I came from nothing' he said, fixing his sons with a steady gaze. 'I scrabbled in the quarry pits, and down in the deepest mines, carrying buckets on my shoulders because the ascender blew a gasket,' he said. 'I broke my fingernails on raw ore, and grew blisters from heat and labour. You look down on them, blind to the beauty of their struggle. Blind to what they might become, if only someone would scrape the filth from their faces. He reached down and lifted a child onto his shoulders. The girl laughed and clapped, unafraid of the giant, even as her mother wept. Fulgrim indicated the crowd. His voice had driven many of them to their knees. 'Look at them, my sons. You are the highest, and they, the lowest. It is your duty to raise them up, as high as they will go. Anything less is not worthy of you.'

As such, the Hephaeston Hammers chapter is almost more like the Salamanders, as they value humanity just as much. The Hephaeston Hammers recruits are even allowed to return to their families between missions, some even participating in their communities, such as with Vareus Dumar who often serves as a preacher on their Shrine-world turned chapter-homeworld of Hephaeston II. This has led to the members of the chapter being quite, for lack of a better word, attached to the denizens of their home world. They celebrate victories alongside a sisters of battle convent stationed on the planet, they help train the planet's guardsmen, in times of holidays and celebrations they lead the festivities with the same conviction in which they face the enemies of mankind.

Will add more to this later but for now I need to get to bed. Also to those more, for lack of s better word, experienced with warhammer 40k, please have mercy on my understanding of lore, I have been in this fandom a mere several months and this franchise is literally older than I am so I may not fully grasp some stuff yet

[my-name-is-bunnyfoxy]

Hi so this AU of mine has been haunting me for a long while so I'ma finally start sharing it.

Ladies and gentleman, and queers, I represent to you

Turtle and a Newt AU

Okay I still have no idea what the name of the AU will be but there-

Synopsis: Remember When Worlds Collide? At the end of that special, Mikey is shown to be alive and not dead. But what if instead he was? This is where the plot comes in!

Mikey sacrifices himself and sadly is killed. Almost a decade later (I'd say 9-10 years later), at an electrical factory something went wrong and an explosion happened. But somehow, by a miracle and unknown reasons Mikey is miraculously brought back to life and he also has his electrical powers once more. His happiness is short lived as he finds out he isn't the only one brought back to life. Just like in When Worlds Collide Newtralizer does die at the end of the episode and he did die in this AU as well. But somehow managed to come back and he also kept his electrical powers.

Now these two idiots are stuck with each other and have to try and attempt to get along. Not to mention have to work together to get back to New York. Yeah they quickly learned they were in New York and have no idea where they are which uhhh- makes things a lot more complicated-

That's all I have for now- I will probably make some stuff from this AU and possibly a fanfic but idk-

Have also some concept designs for Mikey and Newtralizer in this AU. These aren't official designs and are rather what I just imagined in my head. They will be changed at some point.

Ngl I'm improving with drawing salamanders because Newtralizer turned out better then what I hoped for lmao- Was oddly fun to draw him.

Any questions about this AU I recommend asking in my ask box.

[princecharmingtobe]

So Salamander and Baila (the baby-now-child) are very much the main characters of this run. I started with Salamander who was pregnant, and they've had people wander in and out of their lives. First was Collier, the devilspider who helped raise Baila but died just before she became a child. Then there was the Jotun Bryn, who was with us for a bit but eventually went mad and ran off to live amongst the animals. He's still around, just not one of us. And just before that happened, Baila was almost killed by a fox, with Salamander and Bryn too far away to get to her. Miraculously, a merren popped out of the nearby river and rescued her. She goes by Hatch. She's mute, but seems caring enough, and has been a godsend to us honestly.

Not pictured cause I didn't get one before I had to shot down my game, we also recently obtained a White Rose Vampire named Katya. Interested to see how that plays out...

Oh also Salamander has become obsessed with The Void.

[kari-go]

You were recently telling about the Movement box, and I have two questions: 1) you said the Flamingo allows to stick to surfaces, I used to think it is more about balancing? 2) what is the difference between the betta fish and the turtle?

The flamingo does the balance, the salamander sticks.

The betta fish traps someone in a bubble that is invisible to everyone but the holder. Shellter is visible to everyone. The turtle also has the second power (and the Cure) which releases the impact that was done on the holder.

[skarsgardsnark]

It always makes me a little happy when I realize only a select few of Bill fans obsess over his relationship with A. I find it kinda miraculous that it never penetrates to the mainstream fandom. I look at what’s going on in Timothy Salamander fandom right now, and like even my old ass mom knows that there’s rumors Kiley might be pregnant by Timmy. Bill and his team really worked a miracle and or lucked out with his A stuff never fully getting out or people just not caring.

I think people just don't care. Even during the height of his career people didn't care. We gossiped but it never took over the fandom. I think Bill being a father prevents people from getting too invested in him because it bursts the bubble LOL you can't picture a life with him because in the end you'll end up playing step mom to three kids 😅. But also Bill stays in Stockholm and doesn't do anything unless he is obligated to by the movie's contract, so he's not as accessible as a young guy like Timmy.

[almaqead]

"The Settlement." From Surah 19, Surah Maryam, "The Mother of the Dawn."

Surah Maryam says Jesus was born to liberate the Jews from the hardships of the rules of Kosher, which are just a misread of the positional notation within the language of Hebrew in the Torah, and give the girls a chance to have a little fun. Jesus, according to the Surah of Muhammad was to have been a badly needed bridge between Jews and Arabs at the time the Surah was written.

We continue to explore the fruits of the actions of the Kafh, called the Son of Mary as this Dua, an effort at understanding proceeds. As the prior frame suggests, Jesus was an ironworker, designed to give God His glory from His efforts on the mortal plane, not to be a god or be worshipped Himself:

19:35-40:

"It is not for Allah to take a son! Glory be to Him. When He decrees a matter, He simply tells it, “Be!” And it is!

˹Jesus also declared,˺ “Surely Allah is my Lord and your Lord, so worship Him ˹alone˺. This is the Straight Path.”

˹Jesus also declared,˺ “Surely Allah is my Lord and your Lord, so worship Him ˹alone˺. This is the Straight Path.”

Yet their ˹various˺ groups have differed among themselves ˹about him˺, so woe to the disbelievers when they face a tremendous Day!

How clearly will they hear and see on the Day they will come to Us! But today the wrongdoers are clearly astray.

And warn them ˹O Prophet˺ of the Day of Regret, when all matters will be settled, while they are ˹engrossed˺ in heedlessness and disbelief.

Indeed, it is We Who will succeed the earth and whoever is on it. And to Us they will ˹all˺ be returned."

Commentary:

The Quran insists God is absolutely formless. Only God can cause the breath and bring light into the lightless Kahf by growing flesh around Himself. Man is surely one half of the useful biological material, but he cannot give organic matter phenomenal existence without God.

The only way we can understand Him is to enter the Kafh and forsake every construct, every extant phenomenon the mind can make and see if we can find the seam, the yoke along which the Unseen and the seen are joined. All thoughts must stop for this to happen, what is called a state of meditation. Once the thoughts resume, we go back into the light and live life. Once life ends, the flesh falls away and the Kahf is all that remains, just as before the body was made in the womb.

So the idea of Christ coming and going from heaven after death defies the rules of the Kahf and is therefore anathema to the definitions of the supernal named in the Quran.

The Quran agrees the Christ was the bread of heaven, a way to become closer to God and His miraculous powers, a way for man and God to come in close contact. But the flesh must come and go, the Words will last until the end of time, and to these we must learn to pay heed.

The Talmud explains the process as a white salamander:

"Aelian is also careful to note that the salamander is not born of fire itself, unlike the pyrausta. The salamander is also mentioned in the Talmud (Hagiga 27a) as a creature that is a product of fire and it relates that anyone who is smeared with its blood will be immune to harm from fire."

The Gematria for a white salamander is 1295, אב‎טה abata, "a gift from father to son." White salamander yields 1294, אבט‎‎ד‎, avatav, which is Hebrew for avatar, or "a form of the formless infinite."

So the Torah, Talmud, and Quran all agree, the Son of God is like a glass wrapped around the fire from heaven, blown from the same grains of sand as we. The above also substantiates the Christian faith's remarkable Holy Trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. These Three in One are the Way, they comprise all that exists.

[bh-writingdump]

C@ve Sl@ve

Pleasant Dreams

[1st draft]

[Post Medicine, pre-foot injury, pre-shoe]

Dozens of blades imbedded in your back. you scream and shout but the shadows places another. This time in your elbow. The stench of rotting flesh and maggots wriggling in your wounds fills the air. You can feel each of their tiny mouths feasting on you. biting and gnashing in glee. They drop like confetti as they get too bloated for your arm. A sea of them lies below you.

You can’t breathe.                                                  

Vomiting up more wriggling beasts.

Each time you cry for help, more spill from your lips.

You wake with a start, clutching yourself, heaving as if there’s something you nee to expel. Nothing comes up. only spit. A familiar body rustles behind you.

“Fuck off.” you growl, dragging yourself away. trying to rub the awful glancing memory of pain from your chest. it doesn’t work.

The massive Wolf’s so big they take up the entire cave. Even while backing up from its face, (you must’ve fallen asleep beside it) you can still feel the gusts of wind from their nostrils. Laughter bubbles up, you bite your tongue, stifling everything but a bitter smile. Your father would be so disappointed. Weak. He would’ve escaped by now. Hell, made an amusement park out of it while on bedrest. What have you done? Slept out the pounding hail outside. It’s been like that for 3 days. Yet today’s the first day you’ve moved.

Miraculously, the hail finally turned to rain. Stream of water streak down the hills your cave is embedded in. Sometimes, you see shapes in the rain. They skitter about on all fours, long slick tails whipping back and forth. Dog size. Flat arrowhead heads with big black eyes. they practically swim through the mud like a salamander.

Your tempted to test them. see what they do when offered human flesh but no matter how close you get to the edge of standing, you can’t bring about the strength. For whatever reason, they give the cave a wide birth. The one occasion one ventured close, one of its friends slammed into it, forcing it move on.

You wish it hadn’t. Despite being terrified of any more pain, you think you’ll shatter, you find yourself craving it. Craving for teeth to tear you apart into nothingness. At least Sans et you drift away, anytime you bite your hand or picked yourself too hard, the Wolf licks at the spot until the pain goes away, then pins you beneath them.

A burning hate fills your body each time you think of Wolf. The way they nuzzle you awake, dropping dried meat in your hand. Like all it’d take to survive is food. When you refuse, he scars you down. You don’t even care about the bite. hell, you welcome it. until you realize that each time they swallow you whole, you choke on snot and come back sated, like you ate a full meal just by drinking their spit.

One day, you get the strength to leave. Freezing rain burns your skin. One of the dog-size salamander creatures stares at you with unblinking eyes. watching the rail that didn’t smell right steam as it ate through your skin. Turned it angry and red, in some places, you could feel it dripping through you. Your hand, it went straight through to bone.

You fall but you don’t’ remember hitting the ground. Just those unblinking eyes staring back, watching in fascination as you’re stripped piece by piece.

Next thing you know, your sliding down the wolf’s throat, feet first, you try to climb back. hands on their molars but the constant over abundance of spit makes your grip loosen. Added that to the sharp realization of how many cuts and burns you got all healing painfully at once. It takes a full minute for your left eye to come back or have any feeling in your arm. With the saliva, you can feel every cut as it heals. It’s enough to make your grip faulter.

You slide back.

Saliva floods your lungs. As the world goes dark wit your coughs, sliding into their stomach, you see a light grow bigger and bigger until you emerge from a pond like a dolphin.

You clamber to shore the instant your out you feel like the heavy jacket and pants try in an instant. A breathable white button up and brown suit with matching slacks. Unlike the stuff you were forced to wear earlier in your career that made your skin crawl, these were perfect. They hugged your body in all the right ways. Even the shoes were a perfect fit despite the odd combination of wide short feet. 

You stare at the infinite rolling meadow and flower fields and farm land around you without a single barn or person in sight. For the 1st time in months, your mind dies down to a lower chatter. You can almost parse out your thoughts. No siren mind trick required.

How’s it even possible? Were you actually in a meadow? No, it has to be a dream. You grasp at a nearby specimen of canary grass. The grass breaks into segments, spreading its dried-out seeds in your hands. Tiny green bugs half the size of a grain of rice. You don’t smell anything familiar. If the scent of manure mixed with a light floral scent is anyone’s, it’s certainly not from a dream of yours.

Therea’s a splash behind you. You whirl around watching a jackal headed skeleton emerge from the water.

Your body reacts before you can think, tackling the stranger. “Big mistake, pal. You tell me how I got here or you’ll be wishing you were this this pretty suit of yours.”

Instead of fighting back, the jackal stares at your hand, clinging to their white button up. Ey stares at it like ey hasn’t ever see it before.  Tugging at the fibers, even sniffing at a pocket watch ey pulls out. “You have strange tastes.”

An odd blue magic crackles all around em, rising out of the water. You leap off, scampering to the shore, watching the strange monster land gracefully.

“No matter, I’ll make do.” Ey shirks off the coat, letting it crump to eir feet along with removing eir socks and shoes.

You glare daggers at em.

Ey sighs, “you can’t expect to met me and dress me. your people’s ideas of footwear verge on torture than practical.” Ey saunters across the meadow. You try to catch up but you have to run to match eir longer strides.

“Hey! Send me back, you big—” You dive to tackle em but soon as you’re within range, ey reappears a distance ahead of you. Wait, how? There’s no way ey could’ve dodged that for, that fast.

“Coming?” Ey smiles.

“You think this is a joke or do you like playing hard to get?”

Ey rolls eir eyes. “If wrestling would help, I would’ve initiated.” Ey dodges, not even bothering to pretend ey was cheating.

By the time the jackal headed freak finally stood still, you could barely stand. Sweat marked your shirt, clinging to your back and you kept having to wipe the sweat from your brow to see. you crumple to your knees, gasping for breath while ey pulls out a picnic blanket of all things.

“We’re not done until I say we’re done.”

You crawl to the blanket easily making a grab for Jackal’s (Meadow’s) arm only to have it intercepted as ey catches your hand and pats it. You flinch back.

Ey gets this ad look before shaking eir head and continuing to set out food.

“W-what are you doing?” You’re voice cracks. Ey smooths out the blanket. Setting out muffins, carrots, dip, fruit platters, even assembling a cracker with cheese and salami.

You were dreaming about that for weeks.

“Stop it.” You voice cracks.

This can’t be real. None of this is real. Not the well-fitting clothes or the socks or the briefs or your favorite travel cologne, the way the cotton fibers of the blanket brush against your hand or the tickle of blades of grass on your neck.

You can see for miles, no way anyone could sneak up on you. It’s safe. In a sense. Yet the more the Jackal unpacked your favorite foods and drinks the more your throat closes up.

When you’d felt like you were going to go insane the 2nd day without anyone to take to you started listing out your favorite foods. It calmed your nerves, saying how each would be prepared down to the brand and presentation. Arguably, this would be the perfect day for it. Suns out but not too hot with a breeze and nowhere anyone could hide.

“Stop.” You whisper, your knees shaking.

Somehow it felt as intimate as if you were naked. As if noticing your heisitance, Jackal backs up, giving you space, like your some wild animal. Ey isn’t the strange one here.

“Eat whatever you like. There’s more where that came from. Except pepper flakes.. I’m not sure how to replicate those. But I did manage salt.” With pride, the Jackal set a salt shaker down in the shape of a honey bee.

Your mind freezes. What was eir angle? If this place is real, it could be poisoned, if its not, well… you’re screwed. Breathes came like you’re breathing through a straw.

Jackal goes on line eye hasn’t noticed. “Though, I would be careful with the ranch. Is it supposed to be sour?”

Laughter bubbles out as you choke on your words.

You’re insane. That must be it. swallowed too much of wolf’s spit and you’re off your rocker, maybe before that. hell, not like you were all there with Red either.

Jackal cocks eir head to the side. “Did I say something funny?” Ey repeats ranch over and over again. “I don’t get it.”

Your wave em off. Relaxing knowing what this all is. “I just realized something. Doesn’t matter.” Real or not real, the food looks amazing.

Jackal worries eir gloved hands together. “You can rest too.”

It’s like a dozen knives just hit you.

That soft alto voice so disarming in its warmth like a handful of cadburry eggs.

“Liar.” You snarl.

“Why would I—”

“Liar!” You punch em.

Ey doesn’t dodge. Letting you land each one even as your hands get bloodied hitting unforgiving bone, not even leaving a mark on em. Sobs wrack you as you try to keep going but you’re strength dies as fast as it began. “You c-cant trick me.” Your voice cracks. Pathetic. He’d be so disappointed.

[A SECTION]

You shove food into your mouth. Sweet mangos, savory deviled eggs. You’re barely chewing, consuming whatever you can in your path. “Bet this is poisoned.”

“then don’t eat it.” Jackal grabs at the dish only for you to knock it’s contents off, shoving them into your face until your cheeks puff up like a chipmunk. Gagging to keep from throwing up.

“You’ll choke if you don’t spit them out.”

You shake your head. Leaning away like a disobedient pet, swallowing it feels like your throat tears on the way down but you keep eating until your stomach hurts and past that too until you fee like you’ll puke but you only dry heave.

“You can’t puke up ideas.”

“They aren’t even real?! But I tasted them!”

Your body thinks they are.

“then what did I –it’s not real, you really did poison me.”

[…]

“Can’t even wear a suit right.”

“This is exactly how you remembered it.”’ He sighs. “At least let me fix that.”

Silently, Jackal takes your throbbing hands, dabbing them with alcohol covered cotton swaps that sting. Muttering something about “inferior human medicine.”

[B Section]

“Betchu think your so suave invading my mind.”

“This isn’t even your… never mind.”

“go on. Say it.”

“I’m glad this isn’t real. You need stitches.”

Whether it was the way ey said it or how gently eye wrapped your hands, you can’t say but the insults felt harder to push out. “And you’re fat and you’re… disgusting!” You heave. Trying to pull away.

“One moment, almost there, all done.”

Ey pats your hand apologetically. “If its too tight, I can losen it. just because those aren’t our corporeal bodies doesn’t mean the pain isn’t real.”

You flex your fist. You swing it only to fall forward, nothing but air.

It takes not a few breathes before the silence grating on you. Like you’re the only person here. Your breath comes in short gasps as you lok around desperately for someone, anyone.

*panics over being alone*

*Tries hurt self only for Jackal to pull you into an embrace*

[…]

Sob come more readily, to stab em, fork breaks.

For some reason, you plead. “Don’t go.”

Jackal looks just as surprised as you are. Teeth parting as if ey has something profound to say only for them to snap shut. Taking your hand again, your body stupidly relaxes. “Keep talking. Please.”

You can’t bear their touch but the silence is even worse.

“For how long?”

Your throat tightens. You’re not sure if you’ll ever speak again but miraculously as the minutes tick by, you breath again, “forever.”

The Jackal laughs, deep and full. “I’d give you the moon and the stars if I could, my friend. How about I stay until dawn?”

It’s then you notice the sun had dropped below the horizon. Had that much time actually passed? Not like a dream so not like a dream.

[black ink notes]

[Section C]

He says, “alirght.”

I tell him. “Its too horrible. All the thoughts bouncing around my head. he’ll catch me. I can’t let them catch me.”

His gloved hand strokes my cheek. “As long s your in this plce. They won’t find you. I promise.”

“you can’t.”

“But I can.”

Each time a nasty thought hits you like. “I’ll never escape.” Or “It’s a waste to try” or memories of all the things people stoke. The stranger plucks away the angry tear and the thought becomes distant, a vague impression. Before long a dozen tear drop vials are filled with so much set aside, you can’t even intentionally make it worse akin to falling a stake.

“give them back.. I-I need them.”

“You’re stronger than you think but even the strong need a break. Rest. They’ll be here when you wake up.”

You shake your head. the soft silky fabric smells of nutmeg and cinnamon, vanilla, like a bakery you used to hide in. your whole body trembles.

“Would you like me to hold you?”

You nod as firm arms curl around you, tucking you beneath their chin. Before long you nod off.

[imthepunchlord]

Hey, do you have any ideas/input for what would make a good Axolotl miraculous? I know you already have 35 to concern yourself with (wow that's a lot) so I don't wanna put more on your plate, I'm just curious on your thoughts since Axolotls have some conflicting symbolism (somehow water, fire AND lightning at the same time)

Yes it is. I'll be curious to see how I'll work off that many. At least it's no the 100s canon is going with.

But you could delve into healing/regeneration as that's the most famous aspect of axolotls.

Otherwise I say roll off other salamanders. And the mythical salamander.

[thepercy6andtheradicalsabbatical]

Lidernenhütte to Friedrichshafen via Zurich

We awoke in the morning to find it was still storming and wondered about how our hike out was going to go, if the tram would run in bad weather, etc... On check in the hut had mentioned if we left out an empty bottle they would fill it with “syrup” overnight and that 1 L of syrup was included in our reservation. Matt decided to test the limits and left out and empty 1.5 L bottle and we were pleased to find in filled to the brim in the morning. We think the syrup turns out to be a sports drink of sorts that mostly tasted like sweet tea with a little fruit flavor as well. We scarfed down a breakfast of cold oatmeal and bread with jam/butter and then had he rain miraculously stop in time for our hike out. The kids did great on the short 15 min hike on a wet trail and we were all fired up to see at least 3 slimy looking jet-black salamanders which we later learned are “alpine salamanders” native to the alps. We were also very excited to see the tram coming up as we made our way towards the top station as this indicated to us it was indeed running despite the weather (we had a 3ish hour hike out if it wasn’t running or we missed our bus connection at the bottom, with no other bus for 4 more hours). We got to the top, where there had been a whole family of people hanging out and seemingly running the tram the day prior, to find…no one! We again loitered around a bit unsure how to make the tram go, then decided to try the telephone on the wall. Matt was able to speak with the same grandma lady from the day before (he thinks) who told him the tram would go down at 8, so we sat in the tram and waited…until at 8:06 Matt decided to call again as we hadn’t moved, she said it would move shortly so he tried to be patient despite being nervous about missing our bus at the bottom at 8:38 and sure enough the tram started down with little warning after a few more minutes. At the bottom you had been able to hear the engine fire up so had some warning before things started moving, but there no such luck at the top, so it was good we were all waiting in the tram. We made it down to find no one else in line for the bus and ended up with 15 min to kill at the bottom which the kids spent by singing enthusiastic “pump up” songs. Eventually the “bus” arrived again, driven by the same guy as the day before , but this time we were the only passengers. We rocked out to various US tunes on the way down thanks to the driver cranking the radio including “rock the boat” by the Hues Corporation, “Mrs. Robinson” by Simon and Garfunkel, and a german cover of Lou Reed’s “take a walk on the wild side” which Matt is definitely going to try to get a copy of to listen to in the future. The only other eventful happening on the drive down was our driver stopping at one point mid switchback and pulling out a large pair of binoculars to check out what may have been a chamois or an ibex on the ridge (without binoculars we could only tell there was an animal there). 

We arrived back in Sisikon and connected to Zurich where we ended up with 90 min to kill before our next train. We briefly considered a trip to either FIFA headquarters or FIFA museum of World Football (where you can apparently see an envelope of money representing Qatar bribes!) but decided we didn’t quite have enough time so just explored a nearby park where James Joyce apparently used to hang out. We then went in search of our bags we had checked in Interlaken and after some struggles in finding the right place to go to pick them up, were pleased to find they were all there and intact as promised. We then tried our best to spend down our remaining Swiss francs on snacks in the station (ended up with only 30 cents left over, pretty good!) and boarded for Germany. En route to Schaffhausen where we changed for another train we were surprised to see an up close view of some fairly large falls in the Rhine river (this place turns out to be called Rheinfall- another place to add to the list for future exploration). We changed in Schaffhausen for the final time of the day and everything was going smoothly en route to Freidrichshafen until a few stops before we were due to arrive the train stopped and an announcement was made in German and almost everyone got off the train, we waited around a bit but once it was obvious the train didn’t seem to be moving anytime soon we got off ourselves and were able to decipher the scrolling message on the platform in German with the help of google translate: our train was cancelled due to “bad weather”. We stood around a bit researching alternate routes when we noticed a big crowd of people coming back towards the train and getting on it again so surmised that it was no longer “cancelled” and got back on ourselves and eventually made it to Friedrichshafen only about an hour behind schedule. We had a 10 min walk to the “skyhostel” where we would be staying for the night and were none too pleased to see a cardboard sign in the window saying in German “skyhostel is closed until further notice due to remodeling”. Matt frantically checked his emails to see if he’d gotten any notice of this and could find none, but did notice a number to call listed in the confirmation email so called it and a man with an Indian accent answered and Matt advised him we had a reservation and noticed the sign saying the hostel was closed and the man replied “and so what is the problem?”. Matt decided to change tact and asked how we were supposed to check in for the night and the man said to wait outside and someone would come down to help us shortly. Sure enough, a nice German lady who smelled heavily of cigarettes came in a few minutes and showed us up to our room. As advertised, our room was a private apartment with washing machine on the top floor of the building with a partial lake view. We unpacked, showered and started laundry, pretty relieved to have a place to stay that night after all.

After unpacking we set out to explore the area. Friedrichshafen was apparently headquarters for German Zepplin building in the early 1900s and, as such, there was a Zepplin museum right next to our place. Alas, it was already closed for the day so we couldn’t go in to see their main attraction: a life size recreation of a section of the Hindenburg. However the kids had fun playing at a small Zepplin based play structure outside. We then set out to explore the waterfront promenade and noted several tasty looking restaurants as well as the whole area being set up for what seemed to be a large fair or carnival with (tons of booths/rides and at least 4 large biergartens going up). The kids dipped feet in the Bodensee but no one was too interested in swimming due to the on and off rain. We then found a ship themed playground to play in a bit more before heading back to a greek restaurant we’d seen for a tasty dinner. Matt then hit the grocery store for some snacks and breakfast supplies while the kids went with Becca for ice cream and we met back at the apartment again watching/hearing some epic lightning/thunder as we went to bed.