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itsabouttimex2 · 11 months ago

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Plot Idea: Azure Lion unknowingly had a child with his lover before his defeat and death at the hands of Sun Wukong. Subsequently leaving his lover (and future Cub) to live on without him. Maybe their mother passes away during their birth? The kid long out lives their human family and their friends and their village.

Alone, sad and bored they go off on their own to explore the city that they’ve heard traveler’s passing through their village speak off. Megapolis is a bit overwhelming for them at first but they come across Pigsy’s Noodles. Pigsy seeing this borderline feral kid looking in his shop hesitated on shooing them away and offers them some food, a few years later MK arrives and the rest is history…

They finally meet Azure with MK and Mei trying to get the scroll. The kid has no idea that he’s their dad and Azure is just shocked to see them. He sees both himself and his old lover in their features.

His kid feels extra betrayed and he can see it in their eyes when the group confronts the now reunited brotherhood. They are 100% on MK’s side and don’t hesitate to fight with the group.

Maybe they land some heavy enough hits the Azure has to leave them behind or maybe he’s able to capture them and force them to come along with him and his brothers. Though with their rather vicious stubbornness they might be more of a hinderance to his quest than he’d like. Maybe he traps them in the scroll and keeps them on his waist like he does with Wukong?

I’d love to hear your thoughts about this idea 💖

Leonine Love

This is a really fun (and kinda sad) idea! I’m a big fan, actually! I loved this so much that I wrote a little (admittedly, non-yandere) intro because this is such a creative and interesting story idea.

Just… Lion!Y/N being pried from the arms of their dead mother, taken in by humans who recall Azure not as a delusional tyrant but a hero, recalling his mighty blade and fondness for mortals. How he knelt to level with children, how he stopped to help with the harvest. Feeling as though they owe him, the village takes you in and raises your as their own, watching in awe as your leonine ears and tail come in, marveling at the cyan growths.

Through a few generations you grow from infant to child, just in time for the legends of your father’s exploits to be consigned from legend to rumor, and now all the love you were lavished with has turned to dust.

To these new folk you are more fixture than family, an ever-present individual that they merely accustom to.

No more praise or warm embraces, no further tales of your ‘heroic papa’. All that you know about him is written on an old scroll that none are allowed to touch. Each story has been carefully penned, allowing you to preserve the legacy of a father you’ve never met.

With that scroll, a notable stash of pilfered money, and the clothes on your back… you bid farewell to a village that is no longer home, trudging out to find somewhere new.

And what name do you hear again and again?

Megapolis.

A few kind strangers help you along the way, hikers and hermits pointing you to the illustrious city and sharing supplies with what they take as a hapless child.

It feels too much like how you were treated by the original villagers, a communal child to be cherished and loved. Still, you thank them and leave, still intent on seeing this city with your own two eyes.

Of course, you’ve spent all your life in a slow and quiet village, so nothing has prepared you for even a single neon billboard, much less an entire futuristic city of light and noise, electric sugar for the eyes and ears.

The photonic onslaught of blinding light sears your eyes, leaving you disoriented and dizzy. Your stomach turns in circles, empty and begging for food. A strange black post that reaches to the sky blares with sound, causing you to scatter into the back alleys.

Any note of wonder at the electric rainbows and thrumming music is dashed by now, leaving you to curl up and sob, paws clamped tightly over your ears. There’s no one to wipe your tears or ask you not to cry, no one to tell you to be strong and brave. All you can do is crawl into the nearest discarded cardboard box, feeling like a coward and an outcast as you weep yourself to sleep.

And you wake up in a cozy little store, wrapped up tight in a two-tone changpao. A scholar argues at the front counter, the porcine demon behind it looking at you cautiously.

“They’re starving, Pigsy! You can see their ribs poking out, can’t you?!”

“I can see that! I’m just not sure about feeding a demon, Tang…”

“You’re a demon! A pig demon!”

“No, that’s different! I am a perfectly respectable noodle-chef! Not some damn ‘pig demon’!”

Hic. Sniff.

The little pitiful noises draw their attention, looking upon your quivering form with split reactions.

The scholar is worried, clearly. There’s a kindness in his eyes that looks almost ancient, like it’s been passed from generation to generation. He nudges his… friend? Rival?

You can’t tell what their relationship is, really.

The pig isn’t unkind with his gaze or words- cautious, maybe a little nervous. But he grumbles to himself at the sight of tears, stomping off to his kitchen and turning on the stove.

“You better be right about this kid, Tang…”

The scholar- Tang, then, comes to you and ushers your shivering and scrawny form onto a chair, pulling the changpao tighter around you.

“It’s alright, dear,” his soft voice promises. “Just sit down and try to relax. We’ll get a nice bowl of noodles ready for you-“

“There’s no ‘we’ about this, Tang!” Calls Pigsy, his voice booming above the clatter of metal and the sizzle of oil.

Actually, they do remind you of something- the old couples in your village who had been together a little too long and thus grown sick of one another.

But those were always men and women, weren’t they?

Tentatively, you wipe your eyes and ask:

“Are you two married?”

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“That’s how we met Y/N,” Tang cheerfully explains, patting your head as you fixate your eyes on the ground.

The child (or is he a toddler?) -MK, as your fathers are calling him, looks up at you, stumbling over to your slowly swishing tail. “Kitty,” he says, a new animal he’s learned from the children’s books that you gave him. Tang had gifted them to you not long after he had convinced Pigsy to take you in, and now you had given them to the new kid.

New. Younger. Cuter. No demonic features. No fangs or sharp pupils or sheathed claws.

Are you being replaced?

“Kitty,” the little one repeats, tugging on the cyan fur of your tail. “Meow.” The babbling of a toddler or at least a very young child, stilted and happy. “Kitty.”

“Very good,” Tang praises, clapping his hands to provide encouragement. “What other animals do you like, MK?”

You step out of the room just as the adorable little thing starts to make loud oinking noises.

The storage room is tiny, just big enough to fit a few people and a cleaning cart. It’s fortified in case of emergencies, serving as a tornado shelter. You’ve spent a few prospective storms in here, clinging to Pigsy and sniffling at the sound of blaring sirens. Thankfully, nothing bad had ever even come close to happening, and eventually you shifted to viewing it as almost a break from the world. Just you and your…

Guardian. Boss. Caretaker.

You want to add father to that list. But taking that first step is a terrifying ordeal, and would involve putting yourself through a potential rejection.

You don’t think you could recover from that.

Another person enters the storage room, one hand on your shoulder. It’s not rough or big enough to be Pigsy. Not warm enough, either.

“Y/N? Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, Mister Tang.” Too fast. The words slur together, a falsity even by the first second you speak.

The freeloader sighs, lightly moving to tilt your chin up, meeting you eye-to-eye.

“You don’t come to hide in here when things are ‘fine’, dear. And you don’t slur your words like that, either. Why not tell me what’s wrong?”

“…do you think Pigsy likes MK better than me?”

“Wh-what? Y/N, why would you- dear, what’s going on?”

“…MK is a normal kid, isn’t he? He’s not some half-breed freak like me, and-“

“Y/N. I know you’ve been through a lot, but I don’t ever want to hear you say that again.”

A scholarly man with the build to match, Tang is far from strong. But he’s got just enough strength to pull you into his arms, letting you bury your head into the cloth covering his shoulder.

“Please, Y/N. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m scared that he doesn’t see me as his child,” you gasp out, clinging to Tang. “I’m not just his sous chef, tell me I’m not just his sous chef! Dad, please-“

“Dad?”

You break down a little further, legs giving out as your body struggles with the fearful anticipation of potential disappointment. You wait there against his chest, weeping.

“I don’t mind if you see me as a father figure, dear. If anything, I’m actually flattered. You don’t need to be worried about that.”

“Not mad?” You manage to spit out, face thoroughly drenched in your own tears.

“Not mad,” he confirms, patting your head. “Now, let’s dry those tears and get you something to eat. I talked Pigsy into making grilled cheese dumplings with canned tomato soup.”

A moment to compose yourself is taken, wiping your puffy eyes.

“Pigsy hates using canned food, though. He always says: “It’s a disgrace to my profession, using canned ingredients! There’s no alternative to fresh!” and then he’ll throw a spoon at whoever asked.”

“Well, MK loves them. And you know that Pigsy can’t say no to kids.”

And Tang was the only one who got spoons thrown at him, but he left that little bit out.

“Now, come on. Let’s get you to the bathroom to clean your face up. If Pigsy asks you can just say you got peppercorn dust in your eyes and needed a moment.”

The door opens, and you see the other half of this family, Pigsy and MK.

Family.

A real one, this time. Flaws and cons and stumbles thorned all along interwoven vines of love and adoration.

It wasn’t perfect.

But it was yours.

#Not Yandere #Yet #Lego Monkie Kid #LMK #MK #Pigsy #Tang #Noodlefam #Leonine Love

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madegeeky · 1 month ago

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Tiny Woman, Big Gorilla (an Overwatch sitcom pitch)

Another entry for Doc's shamash contest. The prompt was: You get all the rights to adapt a piece of media that has never received a television show (so, no Sailor Moon, for example, but movies are allowed) INTO a television show. Tell me about your vision! How many seasons? Most importantly to noncompliant bitches who are me: What are you tweaking from the source?

So, I want to say Overwatch based on your fics but that feels too easy so let's take this in a completely weird opposite direction: a sitcom. I'm gonna call it… Tiny Woman, Big Gorilla.

Obviously, the two main characters are Winston and Lena. (Other OW characters can also be there.) They're roommates, of course. And it's all about their lives in London and the friends and enemies they make along away. Except there's no superhero stuff so this is just, like, Lena slept with Amélie who works at her favorite pastry shop (French, of course) and now Lena can't get her absolute favorite desert without dealing with their absolute nightmare of a breakup and her entire world is ending. (And, yes, Amélie still gives off assassin vibes which is a very strange vibe to get from the person who's helping you pick out which flavor of macaron to get.)

Every time people start talking too loudly about Lena being not-a-lesbian a particularly gay episode will come out. (Plus side to sitcoms? Everything resets so I can literally hold these episodes in reserve.)

People are constantly clamoring about whether or not Winston will get a relationship but the writers and I are terrified to go anywhere near that can of worms. However, in fairness to Winston who does deserve all the love in the world, we do flip a coin: heads, Winston is in a relationship; tails, he's not (yet). So far, it's always come up tails but we all know this is only delaying the inevitable; some day it will come up heads and the reckoning will be upon us.

Winston's existence is never explained. There are no other gorillas like him, this is very obvious without straight up being said, but it's never explained why or how it happened. He's just there, being a gorilla who is also a person. It drives fans batty and theories abound but whenever we're asked we just smile mysteriously (or smirk obnoxiously dependent on how annoyed we are by the asker).

It goes on for *checks how many seasons Supernatural was around* 16 seasons. (Listen, the idea of there being more Supernatural in the world than Tiny Woman, Big Gorilla is awful and I will not stand for it.) I end up full on Xena-ing it to make it last for 16 seasons. There are flashback episodes to Winston and Lena in their past lives (yes, plural). There are episodes about them being reincarnated into the future. There's even one about them going to an alternate universe where they're heroes who fight bad guys. There's a Lena doppelganger. There are multiple Lena doppelgangers. There's a Winston doppelganger. (You'd think a Winston doppelganger would explain some things. It doesn't.) There are no rules I will not break and no story too stupid, as long as I can make 16 seasons happen.

It's ends, as most sitcoms do, stupidly sappy. Lena and Emily have, of course, had multiple kids by the point (16 seasons, people!) and we do the flash forward to a huge friendiversy party for Lena and Winston (because, yes, they throw one because of course they would and also because that's 16 episodes already partially written). Grandkids are there and friends and jokes referencing precious episodes are bantered about. Everything is happy and joyous as they pose for a group shot. The shutter blinks and it zooms out to show the picture being slipped into a thick file labeled Winston that is obviously some sort of dossier and BAM straight to black.

Suck on that, fans.

#geeky talks #geeky writes #geeky writes overwatch #doc also asked me what lena would be if she wasn't a combat pilot/field operative #and i actually do have some ideas!#but i couldn't quite figure out something i 100% liked #when i do figure it out i'll definitely post it #for the record i did not plan most of this #it just poured from my brain to my fingerprints #so my absolute dislike of fans of the show caught even me off guard XD #i think after the first couple seasons they studio would add a clause to my contract #that says that a pr manager must run my official twitter #which is fine i don't like twitter anyway

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featheredenby · 30 days ago

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Dead or Alive (But Preferably Alive)

Chapter One - Stratos - A pink haired girl is saved by a birdman and red head.

Written By FeatheredEnby

An Empires SMP Fan Fiction

Word Count, 1,439

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Lizzie’s pink sopping wet hair falls into her eyes as she pulls herself out of the water and onto the docks of Stratos. She quickly tucks her bright blue gills back under her hair, headband, and hat. She also slips her tail under her jacket and pulls up her boots to hide the blue skin on her feet. As she stands up Lizzie observes the scene around her and decides that it will be relatively easy to go unnoticed. She makes sure that her slightly weathered sword is tucked under her jacket securely enough to not be seen but in a way where she can easily grab it if push comes to shove.

Now all she has to do is find a few people willing to help and steal a ship from the harbor. She knows exactly which one she wants to take of course. Normally she would consider this to be easier said than done but she has friends in the kingdom and knows her way around due to her many visits. Of course it’s been a while but it doesn’t look like anything’s changed since she was last there. Besides she’s only been arrested once which only lasted for a day because as soon as they shoved her on a boat with a bunch of other prisoners she had picked a lock and jumped off the ship. That is of course, after she got her stuff back.

If she remembers the way correctly then a few streets away from the dock she’s walking along in Boatem, one of Stratos’ coastal towns, there’s a fishing supply store made of a living angler fish. And of course working in that store is just the person that Lizzie needs to find, Gem. Last time that Lizzie was in Stratos, for more than a few hours, she’d seen Gem off from her days of piracy. It hadn’t seemed like she was too happy about leaving but she had to, though she never said why.

Lizzie’s so swept up by her thoughts that she walks straight into someone, she quickly backs up and pulls her hat down to hide her face but it’s too late. The guard that she walked into looks down at her then looks up at another person. She glances over and it turns out that the guard is a part of a group of guards protecting the king of Stratos. She takes a deep breath in and out, “Sorry about this.” Lizzie then kicks the guard, who should probably get more protective armor, in the knee cap and pushes him over. She looks over her shoulder and sees the other ones and the king have seen her. As a result she dashes away and hears the thudding of people chasing after her as she does.

The king yells something about capturing her but that’s all she hears, the other words simply fly over her head. She darts around a corner and into a busy street market, she immediately runs face first into a person who she quickly pushes away and into the path of the guards. “Sorry!” She calls out behind her as the person gets trampled. Lizzie stops short as a cart being pulled by a giant calico cat crosses in front of her. “What the-”

“Get on!” Someone extends their hand over the side of the cart.

“No thanks!” She takes a step back, runs forwards and slides under the cart. She stands back up on the other side and someone instantly grabs the collar of her jacket and yanks her up and over the side of the cart. “Ow! What gives?!?” She yells.

“Maybe be grateful that we risked our hides to save you?” A familiar voice shoots back at her from the seat at the front as they start moving quickly down the road.

Lizzie sits up and turns to look at the person driving who has bright red hair and a deep blue headband on. “Gem!” She stands up, losing her balance slightly in the process, walks over and sits down right behind her friend, “Good to see you.” Lizzie glances over her shoulder at the person who pulled her up. They have dirty blonde hair, pale skin, and freckles. They’re wearing a red sweater, brown overalls, and a black hat. At two parts their hat and sweater jut out.

“It’s nice to see you too Lizzie, so, how’d you end up running through the town I happen to live in, chased by guards?”

“I was looking for you, I’m gathering a crew, I need people to help me make sure that an ancient god doesn’t get corrupted.” That is only half the truth, what she’s really doing is heading for an egg that’s out in the ocean, a god will hatch from it and she’s drawn to it.

“Okay then, well I’m perfectly willing to help!” Gem turns to look over her shoulder, “Grian!”

“What?” The person looks up from a notebook.

“Will you help us with an epic quest that only involves a tiny bit of theft?” She looks around the dirt path leading to the cherry woods, “Okay, it’s probably actually going to be a lot of theft. But it’ll be fun! We might even make some money on the way.”

“Eh, sure. Maybe being on the sea will make it easier to avoid the b- my problems- with… gettingmyhouseingoodshape.” They look back at the notebook.

Lizzie turns back to Gem, “They seem… interesting.”

Gem shrugs, “He’s always been like that, I think he has anxiety or something. So, do you have a boat?”

She hisses through her teeth, “Nope.” Lizzie adjusts her hat, “But I know the perfect one to steal!”

“Yeah? Which one?”

“The Relation! It looks like it can be used by only a few people and it looks a good size to hold all of the supplies that we might need.”

“I’m all for it, however King Joel and his advisor built it themselves, took a while too. If we get caught I’m saying that you kidnapped me and Grian.”

“We won’t get caught but-”

“How can you be sure?” A voice interjects from behind her, “I don’t want to lose my- my head. Not interested in getting them- it chopped off.”

“Even if we do get caught,” Lizzie twists around to look at the man in the cart, “the most common sentence for piracy is hanging.” She turns back to Gem, “We’ll be fine. We just need to plan very carefully! Or not carefully at all, either works for me.”

Gem nods, “I have a little row boat, we could go at night and use it to bring the supplies we need to the boat. Then we could climb from it to the boat and sail off as quickly and quietly as possible.” She looks Lizzie up and down, “But uh, maybe get you dry, or a bath.”

“I’ll be fine!”

“Lizzie. You’re soaking wet, you must be a little cold!”

“Nope, I am not. I actually grew up in a colder area.” Okay, now that is a lie. But only a small one. If Lizzie can’t really remember her childhood that is in no way her fault. These things happen. Might change the subject then. “We might need weapons. This could end up being dangerous, especially if we run into pirates.”

Grian looks up from his notebook, “You mean other pirates right? Your wanted posters are all over the country. Captain Lizzie Shadowlady formerly of the ship the Enigma,” he rolls his eyes, “There’s a thousand gold coin bounty for you to be brought in alive. But yes, you’re right about that, I can get them for us. You already have your sword, Gem collects fancy weapons, and I can find a good one in my stash.”

“Right, yes. Other pirates, good then! We have a way for all of us to get weapons. We’ll start packing supplies tomorrow, uh, who’s house can I stay at? Either one of your houses works for me. Or if you’ve got a tent and sleeping bag that works for me.” She shrugs as she says this and hops off the side of the cart as it comes to a stop. Gem and Grian follow close after but Gem turns back to get the cat. A moment later she walks over holding a much smaller calico cat in her arms.

“You can stay in my lighthouse,” Gem says, “I have a hammock that I can put up in one of the rooms. You can choose which one.”

Lizzie nods, “And tomorrow we prepare to hit the high seas!”

#fan fiction #fanfic #empires smp #empiresblr #ldshadowlady #geminitay #grian #feathered writing

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docholligay · 4 months ago

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Shamash Day Points: Live action round one

The question for this was: You get all the rights to adapt a piece of media that has never received a television show (so, no Sailor Moon, for example, but movies are allowed) INTO a television show. Tell me about your vision! How many seasons? Most importantly to noncompliant bitches who are me: What are you tweaking from the source?

Some of these were BATSHIT, and that was EXACTLY what I wanted. Bless you fucking all. 2 of you I could not tag, so check.

3rd place, one point:

So, I want to say Overwatch based on your fics but that feels too easy so let's take this in a completely weird opposite direction: a sitcom. I'm gonna call it… Tiny Woman, Big Gorilla.

It goes on for checks how many seasons Supernatural was around 16 seasons. (Listen, the idea of there being more Supernatural in the world than Tiny Woman, Big Gorilla is awful and I will not stand for it.) I end up full on Xena-ing it to make it last for 16 seasons. There are flashback episodes to Winston and Lena in their past lives (yes, plural). There are episodes about them being reincarnated into the future. There's even one about them going to an alternate universe where they're heroes who fight bad guys. There's a Lena doppelganger. There are multiple Lena doppelgangers. There's a Winston doppelganger. (You'd think a Winston doppelganger would explain some things. It doesn't.) There are no rules I will not break and no storey too stupid, as long as I can make 16 seasons happen.

Suck on that, fans.

@madegeeky this is directly pandering to me, but boy is it detailed in every way I asked for while also being completely different from most other answers (75% of answers were fantasy.sci-fi series, and about 75% of those were YA), and as it turns out, I can be pandered to! Also i love Tiny Woman, Big Gorilla as a concept and also that they basically are living in a day to day sitcom now. I think my only question is: what job does Lena have if she's not a combat pilot/field operative? Give me a fun answer and I'll give you an extra point.

2nd place, 2 points

Oh, I want to say Anne McCaffrey's Dragonriders of Pern, which was originally written in the 1960s and I read them before using critical thinking on them. I developed a fondness for them, despite some power structures that are fucking messed up, the slapping of women, and the fact that Brekke said No, multiple times, before F'nor took her into the jungle and and helped her to realize that she actually meant Yes. That's all shit that needs to come out and would be absolutely on my cut list.

The whole structure of the dragons in the Weyrs just wouldn't work - like 5-6 queen dragons bonded only to women and whose dragons are responsible for keeping the population of dragons in the Weyrs. Then men can only ride bronze, brown, and blue and only a bronze dragon can mate with a gold dragon. Only in later books do women start riding the other non-breeding female green dragons (which makes things real interesting considering that McCaffrey also jumped around the timeline). It just doesn't work, so massive changes would be necessary. I say brown, blue, and green are open to riders of any gender. However, bronze riders are pretty much designated as the leaders of the dragon squadrons, with browns getting the second in command position. So that won't work either!

Can I have it be inspired the books, but also be nothing like the books except dragons fighting Thread (an organism from space that eats all carbon based life forms it touches)? 'Cause I'm going to have throw things out whole cloth and figure out how to fix them and then reconfigure how to have some of storylines… ('Cause if we change the structure of the Weyrs there goes the Brekke and F'nor drama that happens, because F'nor rides a brown and Brekke a queen and as I said before those two aren't supposed to mate and since Brekke came from a Hold, is not so keen on the idea of multiple partners - take the dragon colors away and you lose that plot line - which is ultimately resolved by the death of Brekke's Wireneth, since Queens can't share bronzes and if two queens rise to mate at the same, well then we get a dragon on dragon fight.).

Also fuck it, I'm taking out that Gary Stu of a white dragon Ruth - always knows when he is and where he is. Because, I haven't mentioned this, dragons can teleport in this universe, not just to different places, but to different times, which would be the second season issue. First season would be set up with Lessa and F'lar (F'nor's older half-brother) assuming leadership of Benden Weyr.

Anyway, I'm supposed to get multiple seasons for the 9th pass, but due to budget constraints - (CGI dragons are expensive), letting Weyrs be the sexy parties they're supposed to be which angers the Conservatives and the Liberals remembering out the McCaffrey had some bad takes on LGBTQ. Show is cancelled before it can be finished, which is fine, because I haven't even gotten to the clusterfuck that is taking starship engines and making them go Boom on Red Star (where Thread comes from) to knock it just out of orbit that there will be no more Thread after the ninth pass.

I will regret the chance not do the prequel series of humans landing on a planet to colonize it, discovering Thread, and having to bioengineer the dragons. Along with the Moreta mini-series, which will be shelved, because there's a strong message in that one about out when there's a pandemic getting vaccinated.

…

You know what, I think I want to do live in that Sci-Fi world. No, wait, I think Covid10 has just proven that Dragonriders of Pern is a Fantasy World since everyone gets vaccinated when there's a global pandemic.

@uofmdragon oh my god I read Dragonriders of Pern when I was, I think, 12? 13? And it was part of what made me say, "I think I'm done reading fantasy for now" ahahahaha. This took me right back there! I don't think I got as far as you did though, because some of this had me saying, "Fucking what now??" And yes you can have it inspired by the books! Honestly given what I just read above that might be best.

first place, 3 points

It’s The School for Good and Evil, I get three seasons, and I outright refuse to adapt the second book, because it’s homophobic, transphobic, misogynistic trash. Instead, I am taking the stuff from the sequel series and using that to caulk over the gaps.

The first book/season still ends in Agatha kissing her best friend Sophie back to life and then both of them going back to their hometown. I would show this horrible world EXACTLY as it is, including the canonical slavery. I am also stealing a bit from the book of the movie but that’s only going to be hinted this season, not revealed.

The second season, like the book, opens with Sophie lying to everyone about being in Agatha’s place, wearing Agatha’s dress, and dating Agatha’s boyfriend, but she will actually be called out for this, because instead of the arrows crashing through her father’s second wedding? She’s going to have the people from the School crash the vanity performance and publicly call her out for lying. It’s also going to be a season of Agatha learning to NOT indulge this behavior because people WILL catch on and it WILL cause damage.

This is juxtaposed with Agatha’s boyfriend being hit with a fake half-brother who’s trying to steal his throne. Both of them are Anti Sophie, but the half-brother puts on a facade of being interested in her to get her to play along and dangle the possibility of being queen-which she REALLY WANTS-in front of her to string her along so he can get her powers on his side. Agatha spends this time learning the meat of leadership while her boyfriend, who KNOWS the basics, learns to apply them better.

Sophie finds out she’s being strung along and it turns into a huge battle at the end of the season, leading to Agatha’s boyfriend triumphing over his fake half-brother and Sophie being tricked into resurrecting the School Master, the Big Bad from the first season.

The School Master spends the first half of the third season talking Sophie into taking his side, and he succeeds, only for the back half of the season to be about Sophie realizing she’s been conned and that he’s pulled this con with multiple other female (former) students…including her favorite teacher (here is where those hints pay off!). I feel this is an improvement on her being his ally from the first page and spending AGES actively refusing to leave him instead of wising up.

Agatha has spent this time being mentored and growing as a person and getting real confidence. She meets her mother’s family during the third season. Sophie’s parental drama of “my “saintly” mother actually drugged and raped my father to get him to marry her” stays the same, but there is no secret sister reveal. Agatha instead learns about how Evil (her mother’s family is born on that side) was trying to find out the truth all along and a spotlight on how badly the School Master fucked them over.

I also punt the sexist, entitled brat pursuing Sophie off a cliff during the second season. The half-brother is getting rid of a rival. I am getting rid of an annoyance.

Agatha’s boyfriend’s drama with his dead dad, his mom, and his mom’s boyfriend that she ran off with is also a running subplot of the third season. They don’t really reconcile so much as he, like Agatha, learns that setting healthy boundaries and only putting the trust people have demonstrated they’re worthy of doesn’t mean you have to cut someone off. You can still have a relationship with them! But they’re not entitled to closeness they haven’t earned.

Also Sophie’s dad sucks and we can show that he sucks. He can be wronged by his late wife and still suck as a person and parent.

IndigoMay, congratulations, this is nuts. I feel like I'm having a stroke just reading this. I can feel the insanity and passion pouring offthe page. I love that this book series is very clearly not good but you are absofuckingluitely going to make it good by the sheer power of your belief that it could be. This is like my plan to adapt Mortal Kombat. It's bad, but I can fix her!

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neuroticreno · 1 year ago

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Big fan of your hc about Myron being a vault city citizen, do you wanna share more on it? No biggie if you don't wanna!

you have no idea the beast you have unleashed, anon.

ALRIGHT FAIR WARNING HERE it is. an extremely lengthy explanation and i've been meaning to share it here anyhow :] take this doodle of him as well for a little extra

As a preface, this headcanon is entirely for funsies (and autism). Some bits may seem like a stretch of the imagination, but it's fun to give him some kind of backstory, so take it all as you will.

I use dialogue from Myron's talking head segments, as well as the floating dialogue seen when Myron is in active combat (how canonical the combat dialogue is may be up for debate, but for the sake of this…essay? we'll say it's true).

To start, let us briefly examine Myron's character. Notably, the parts that relate most to this essay.

Myron is intelligent. To give him credit where credit is due, he is smart and thoroughly understands the subjects that he talks about. The people around him know this as well, and remark on it too (mostly at how wasted his potential is). He cares little for the well-being of others, especially slaves, whom he views as objects, and mutants are worth even less to him. He also has a very high opinion of himself, often referring to himself in the third person and boasting about his intellectual capabilities (calling himself a genius, a God, etc. etc).

So, we know he has not lived in New Reno for his entire life, only being there roughly a year or so. As he puts it, he came across the Mordino's way back when, so where was he before that? Just wandering the wastes? Or perhaps coming from another settlement?

Myron, compared to any other companion in the game, mentions Vault City quite a bit. Even more than John Cassidy, who has been tending to a bar outside the Vault City walls for a presumably long time. Though he shares the same distaste that many others do for the city, he also possesses what feels like insider's knowledge that the average wastelander would not have.

A lot of this knowledge presents itself when Myron's intelligence is threatened. If the Chosen One is smart enough, they can engage in a dialogue with Myron and demonstrate to him just how much they know about Jet and its chemical compounds. He will snip at the Chosen One for asking too many questions and interrogate them, asking where they learned all of this stuff anyway. Their understanding of pharmaceuticals is on a similar level to his own, which he may take as them learning it from the same place. Makes sense, considering during combat, Myron will mention he has not been in a fight since the fifth grade. Nowhere else in the game beyond a stray tombstone in Golgotha is any school mentioned or found. One can assume that Vault City would be the only settlement nearby with an established education system, thus reinforcing his belief.

Should the Chosen One pry him about a cure for Jet and suggest endorphin blockers, when asked where they could find such a thing, Myron will suggest Vault City first. He explains they have a 'pretty good' medical warehouse, and laughs when they want to try it as an option, saying they would have more luck getting a radscorpion to part with its tail than getting Vault City to give up anything. The city is widely known for its medical advancements, but Myron could have more of an idea of just how extensive their medical know-how is, having experienced it firsthand. Myron also proclaims that he is a 'natural', 'self-taught', and possesses 'none of that bullshit Vault City 'purer-than-thou' 'tude', which is funny since he spouts off his own 'purer-than-thou' 'tude every time he opens his mouth. Of course, he may have some level of natural intellect, but the rest of it likely stems from an education.

He also remarks that the citizens are a 'Buncha "genetically pure" humans. They got their noses so high in the air they'll drown when it rains'. Again, pretty humorous regarding his own high-and-mighty sense of self.

We can look at his propensity to look down upon slaves/servants. In Vault City, slaves are integrated enough into society to call for a Servant Allocation Center. Where citizens regard them with little to no respect, Myron, having grown up in Vault City, likely followed that ideology, too. The city's negative view of mutants could also explain his own distaste for them.

Myron also makes a lot of Dungeons and Dragons references, which is really just a funny haha 90s pop culture thing at the end of it, but it is fun to imagine that, at some point, he might have had his own little group when he was younger. This bit is just speculation for the sake of entertainment.

All of this raises more questions though; why did he leave? How did he leave? And how did he make it to New Reno without dying on the way there?

As for why he left, we know that Myron does not appreciate being hindered or being told what to do. Working for the Mordino's, he will complain that they only want him to focus on Jet when he wants to make new drugs instead. He complains as well about the lack of respect, so he could have left Vault City for similar reasons. Perhaps his talents were recognized, and he was allowed to experiment more in the field of chemistry. However, Myron could have found Vault City's restrictions less than ideal, giving him the incentive to leave and find somewhere with more creative freedom (he can leave New Reno for the same reasons, anyhow).

How he left and how he got to New Reno is difficult to explain. Myron has virtually no survival skills, and it is a considerable distance from Vault City to New Reno. Hitched a ride with a caravan, maybe? Him managing to escape a settlement covered in laser turrets and guards is also unlikely, but perhaps there was some kind of weakness he was smart enough to exploit and slip through.

Any additional thoughts on this bit would be appreciated :]

#i. very much tried to make this comprehensive #its 4 am and the dots were easier to connect in my head #DISCUSSION IS WELCOME i wanna hear anyone elses thoughts on this. if u can help me make more sense of it u are very appreciated :]#my bad as well if there are any typos or grammatical errors. i typed this all out in a notepad doc and just copy pasted it...#fallout #fallout 2 #fo2 #myron

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rustycopper4use · 2 months ago

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it’s always been you (Rewrite)

Kyoya ootori x Male!reader

“Welcome!”

…

Y/n stood in the middle of the newly decorated tropical paradise, its way too humid for his taste. He fiddled with the white fabric that draped over his body, taken extra time to make sure his chest stayed covered, once satisfied he went to greet the others, as he looked around the room, marvelling at the arrangement of live tropical birds.

“Even by this club’s standards this is a lot.” He mumbled as he lightly touched one of the birds.

“Don’t you look nice!” The twins practically jumped on him, scaring off the birds nearby.

“Let me guess, Haruhi is still not here and you’re taking it out on me.” Y/n sighed.

//Creek//

‘Speak of the devil’ Y/n thought. The twins finally let him free and scampered off to their next victim, he reluctantly followed.

“You finally made it, Haruhi. You’re so late.” They whined.

“I could be wrong, but my calendar still says it’s early spring.” Haruhi looks at her mini calendar.

“Huddling under a kotatsu table, fearing the cold is nonsense! And besides,” He stands up from the throne he was sitting on. “The heating system we have is the best!”

“Do you have a problem with the way we run our club, Haruhi? Be careful what you say. You owe us 8 million yen” Kyoya opens up his notebook, staring at Haruhi.

“Remember?”

Haruhi stiffened, avoiding his glare.

“Gentlemen, don’t bundle up and bulky clothing. It may be chilly in early spring out there in the real world, but here at the club we want to surprise our chilly little kittens with a warm tropical paradise!” Tamaki pulls Haruhi closer,

“Oh yes, we’ve turned this place into nirvana! A balmy tropical island of everlasting summer!”

“That’s funny. Cause I feel a massive chill now.” Haruhi grimace, backing away from the male.

…

Y/n stood at the pseudo tiki bar, around him were his usual guests. Each enjoying their own drink.

“If you guys haven’t heard, the host club will be planning a party, next week.”

He slides a mock-tail towards a girl to his left.

“I really hope to see you all there.” He gives a polite smile.

“What type of the party will it be?” A girl chirped.

“Formal, it’s gonna be held in the schools largest hall.”

“The prefect place to dance.” He idly circled the rim of his cup.

The girl’s excitedly chatted amount themselves.

“The guests seemed to be more worked up than usual.” Haruhi walked over towards Y/n, Kyoya right behind him.

“Showing skin proves popular with the ladies.” Kyoya writes something in his little book.

“I mean who could blame them,” Y/n gives a flirtatious whistle.

“Who wouldn’t want to see you in less clothes.” He leans on the bar, a grin plastered on his face.

The girls exclaimed, fanning themselves.

Kyoya just stares at him.

‘It’s like a different person.’ Haruhi thought, with an amused expression.

“I’m assuming you’re the one who came up with this tropical paradise idea?” Haruhi tilts their head to Kyoya.

“I have no decision-making authority. All the club’s policies have been laid out by the clubs’s king, Tamaki. But-“ Kyoya pushes his glasses up with his middle finger.

“I guess there’s no harm in admitting to casually slipping a Bali photo book onto his desk.”

Y/n grinned looking at Kyoya.

“You just seem to know what the guests will like, huh?”

“Of course I do, it’s my job.”

Y/n turns back to his table.

“When are you gonna finally put on a tropical outfit like the rest of us?” Y/n refills one of his guests drinks.

“Well I don’t have any clothes expect ones for early spring.”

Of course this caught the kings attention at this weak excuse.

“But we have one ready for you, Haruhi! I think you’ll like it! You and I are a pair!” He waves his hands around excitedly.

“No thanks.” Haruhi immediately goes.

“That’s gotta hurt.” Y/n stifled a chuckle, sliding over a fruity drink to Tamaki.

Tamaki gives a sniffled ‘thank you’ and sips on the drink.

“Why can Haruhi be nicer to me..” Tamaki mumbles. However Y/n attention was else where.

“Is that Kanako?” Y/n squints his eyes. Now noticing Haruhi talking to someone else.

“Eh?!” Tamaki spits out nearly all of his drink.

“Oh come on! I just made that.”

…

As the sunsets, the room turns back to what it once was, now the group surrounded the table. Tamaki however wasn’t pleased.

“Hey boss! Why don’t you stop eating that commoners ramen and come over here to help us with the party planning?” Hikaru called, leaning over Y/n who was sitting.

“Does it really bother you that princess Kazugazaki has taken a liking to Haruhi?” Karou added.

“He shouldn’t be surprised. She’s had the illness for quite awhile now, hasn’t she?” Kyoya typed away on his computer.

“What illness?” Haruhi joined in.

“The host hopping disease.” The twins lean impossibly closer to Y/n, giving Kyoya a smug grin.

“A.k.a. The never the same boy twice disease.”

Kyoya looks at the twins before turning back to Haruhi,

“Usually our costumers choose a favourite host and see them regularly. However, princess Kanako tends to change her favourite on a regular basis.” Kyoya ignored the two.

“Original she chose Tamaki, but now that mantle fell onto you.” Y/n gestures vaguely.

“Oh so, he’s upset because I took her from him.”

“Exactly.”

“Shut up! I couldn’t care less!” Tamaki dashes over to the table, pointing to Haruhi.

“Haruhi, it’s time you start dressing like a girl.”

“I don’t understand how you could be so popular with the ladies when you yourself are a lady! No one in the entire school knows the truth except for those of us here!”

“Yeah, she opted out of taking gym classes.”

“-And the attendance numbers are all mixed together so no one can tell.”

‘Where were these lucky circumstances, when I started school.’ Y/n thought with a huff, leaning back on his chair.

Tamaki drags a large chest to the centre of the room, swings it open and digs through it. Throwing away miscellaneous items, the hosts report cards, Y/n’s old deck of cards, and others too long to list.

“That’s enough, Haruhi! Now you listen to daddy!” He pulls out a giant portrait, it’s Haruhi with longer hair.

“Daddy wants you to go back to the way you were before-“

“Don’t go showing up with my photos without asking me first!” Haruhi screeched, Tamaki is now crying.

…

The group now stands around the giant portrait, much to Haruh’s dismay.

“The more I look at this picture, the more amazed I am. How could this possibly become that?” Hikaru ‘kindly’ pointed out.

“The day before school started, one of the kids in my neighborhood got some gum in my hair.” She rubbed the back of her head.

“It’s a real pain to get gum out of long hair. So i decided to cut it all off. I didn’t care if I looked like a dude, you know.”

“Girls should never refer to themselves as a dude! MAMA!” He cried towards Kyoya.

“Haruhi is using those dirty boy words again!” He crumbled to his knees.

“Sorry, but who is mama?” Kaoru tilts his head.

“Based on club position, I assume it’s me.” Kyoya looks down at Tamaki, who is sobbing.

“I refuse to refer to Tamaki as ‘Daddy’—” Y/n cringed.

“Look, I don’t see what you’re crying about. Working as a host, I can pay back more of my debt. It’ll never happen if I’m just an errand boy.” She puts her hands on her hips, telling Tamaki off.

“Hate it change the subject, but do you have formal dance experience? You’ll need it for the party.” Hikaru turned towards Haruhi.

“Uh… no… But the party doesn’t have anything to do with my quota, right? I’m not interested in going to events. So, if I could be excused?” Haruhi nervously spoke.

“You’re part of the Host club of course you’re coming to the party-“ Y/n was then interrupted.

“A refined gentleman must know how to dance. If you want to live the life of a host that badly, you’re going to have to show us how far you’re willing to go, Haruhi.” Tamaki stood up.

“order you to master dancing the waltz in one week and you will demonstrate it for us at the party or,” He gives a smug smile.

“I’ll tell the whole school that you’re a girl and knock you back down to an errand boy!” He points to Haruhi.

…

Haruhi moves in a near empty room, dancing with Kanako. The relatively sweet moment is heavily diminished by Tamaki sulking. Again.

“Why so gloomy boss?” The twins slide over to Tamaki.

“I bet it’s because he wanted to be the one Haruhi practices with.” Hikaru teased.

“I think you may be right, but he’s way too tall to stand in as a woman.” Karou spoke, rubbing salt in the wound.

“I just don’t get why couldn’t she practice with anyone else in the club.” He mumbled.

“Maybe Y/n.” He pouts now watching the male in question.

“Hello? I’m here with the new teacups you ordered?” A boy pushes a cart into the room.

“Fantastic, even the glass cups I wanted are here.” Y/n spoke, picking up and looking at the carving on the glass.

“Thank you very much. Every item you’ve chosen for us has been extremely popular with the guests. I’m quite impressed.” Kyoya looks at the cup Y/n held in his hand, then looking back at Toru.

“Well that’s good to hear.” Toru gave a polite smile.

“So, do you sell tea sets?” Haruhi walked over.

“No im just a regular student. Can’t you tell by the uniform?” He laughed nervously, gesturing towards his outfit.

“Oh, Haruhi. You’re so funny. I can’t blame you for not knowing.” She giggled.

“After all, he doesn’t really look like an heir to a first class company.”

“First class company?” Haruhi muttered. Looking back at the male.

“His family’s business, the Suzushima trading company deals primarily in the importing of tableware. They currently have the top market share in the country.” Kyoya explained.

“Even my family gets supplies from them.” Y/n places the glass back down in its respective place, careful to not chip it.

“Wow.”

“So, whenever something exceptional comes in, we’ve asked him to send it our way.”

“He has a great eye for fine china. Don’t you, Suzushima?” Kyoya gave a knowing side-look to Y/n, who nodded back.

“You think? I’ve still got a lot to learn, but thank you.” Toru said.

“Hey, aren’t you leaving next month to study abroad in England?” Y/n looked at him, feigning ignorance.

“Uh- yes I am, well, I’d better go now.” Toru leaves in a rush.

“I get the feeling you and the guy are kind of close.” Haruhi walked back to Kanako, who is currently lost in her own thoughts.

How observant.

“Oh! Don’t be ridiculous! We hardly know each other and what makes you say that, Haruhi? Now, if you’ll please excuse me! Take care” she bolts out the room.

“Close doesn’t even begin to describe it.” Y/n looked towards the now startled Haruhi.

“Suzushima is Kasugasaki’s fiance” Honey-senpai smiled jumping onto Y/n.

“Kyoya, Y/n.” Tamaki spoke, the two turned towards him.

“How long have you known about this?” He clearly has gears turning in his head.

“About the two of them being engaged?” Kyoya pulls out his infamous notebook.

“-Well, as you know I conduct general searches on all of our customers. The two of them were childhood friends. It seems that their engagement was arranged by their parents. I didn’t think the information would benefit us. So, I disregarded it”

“And you?”

“She told me, back when I was her favourite host. Such a shame she replaced me with you, Tamaki.” Y/n sighed dramatically.

“I see..” Tamaki ignored the last part. For his own sake.

Kyoya opens up a folder, and began reading off it.

“Toru Suzushima. Outstanding grades, bare social status. He’s ordinary-looking, but he’s reliable. I had to fault him for anything.”

“He doesn’t have much presence.” The twins slide next to Kyoya, wedging him away from Y/n.

“And he’s faint hearted.”

“So in other words, he’s boring.” Kyoya slams his folder shut.

“That’s a bit mean… He’s been nice every time I’ve talked to him.” Y/n side eyed the twins.

“Kindness doesn’t fix boring, besides you’d much rather prefer us for company, right?~” the twins each holding a side of Y/n’s face. He just sighed, way beyond used to their touchy nature.

“Alright, everyone. We’ll have to work on our strategy.” Tamaki takes a step forward.

“Men, it is our responsibility as members of the elite Ouran Host Club to make every girl happy.”

…

Y/n fiddled with his tie in the mirror, afterwards he began playing with his hair.

“Are you done changing? All the guests are here.” Karou called, muffled through the door.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m ready.” Y/n opened the door, walking past him.

“You finally got a new suit,” Karou followed him.

“Why do you say that like it’s a shock.” He adjusted the cuffs on his sleeves, one of the nervous tics he has.

“Finally took you long enough Y/n.” Hikaru complained.

Tamaki cleared his throat, the crowd stared in awe.

“is so good to see you here tonight, my little lambs. The Ouran Host Club would like to bid you…” He bows, his hair falling over his eyes.

“Welcome.”

He was greeted with a roar of applause, getting louder as the rest of the hosts walk in to greet them.

“As always, ladies, the Host Club members are here for your entertainment. So, we invite you to dance to your heart’s content. Based on our dancing skills, one lucky young lady will be chosen as tonight’s Queen. The Queen’s reward will be a passionate kiss on the cheek from our King.” Kyoya announces.

“Good luck to you, my darlings~” Tamaki blows a kiss to the crowd. The crowd turns a few shades redder.

“Haruhi show some enthusiasm!” The twins slide behind Haruhi.

“Well, excuse me, you guys. Sorry. I’m not used to this sort of thing. I’ve only ever gone to the festivals held in my neighborhood park.” She crossed her arms.

“I don’t think you can really consider that a party or not. Well, since you’re already here, you might as well get yourself something to eat. We’ve got quite a spread.” Kyoya turns to Haruhi.

“With fancy tuna?” She mumbled softly, eyes starry.

“Get some fancy tuna here right now!” Tamaki points to Kyoya.

“You poor thing. You poor little dear.” The twins hug Haruhi.

“That’s the cutest thing I ever heard.” Y/n pokes at her cheek.

“Damn these filthy rich jerks.” She gritted her teeth.

…

There’s so many people… and they’re all so loud. Y/n thought, picking at his fingers.

“Alright men. Then let us commence with our operations.” Tamaki interrupted Y/n’s thoughts.

“Rodger!” The hosts salute. They rushed past Y/n and swapped Haruhi with Tamaki. Dragging Haruhi off to an empty room.

“There she is!” The twins shoved a dress and wig onto Haruhi.

“Go get changed!”

Haruhi walks out in her new outfit, still dazed from the chaos.

“Y/n! Makeup!” The twins shoved Haruhi onto him.

Y/n gave an apologetic expression, pulling out a makeup bag and putting in on the table next to him.

“I’ll try to be quick..” he pulls out an eyeshadow palette and brush.

“Can you close your eyes for me?”

“Hmm.” Haruhi reluctantly listened.

Y/n dragged the brush across a soft purple colour, gently, he applied the colour, blending it around the corners of her eyes.

“I have to ask, how do you know how to do stuff like this?” She spoke, trying to not move a muscle, less to mess up his work.

“Oh, I’m used to applying makeup.” He spoke absentmindedly, staring at the Haruhis face.

How is one side darker than the other….

“Why?”

Y/n just stared off to the side, the others are clearly not listening, it’ll be fine. Hopefully.

“Because-“

“Gentlemen. Here you all are. What are you doing? The guests are you waiting for-“ Tamaki barged into the room.

‘Thank you Tamaki’ Y/n thought, before giving Haruhi the ‘go ahead’ to move.

Haruhi slowly stood up, Tamaki has a faint blush across his face.

“So what do you think?” The twins grinned.

“Looks like I did a good job.” Y/n whispered to himself,

“A little accident towards the end of the night would be quite thrilling and remember Haruhi, there are only twenty minutes remaining before the party reaches its climax. Suzushima is already waiting for you in the classroom across the hall.” Kyoya spoke, the twins shoved her out the door.

Tamaki and the others left, leaving Kyoya and Y/n alone to clean up.

Y/n just stared at the mirror on the table, a gross feeling bubbled up, he immediately shakes his head, shoving that thought away, leaving in the back burner.

Y/n cleaned off the table, putting all the supplies back into the bag. As he did a letter fell on the ground.

Picking it up, he reads the letter, well tries to, its cover in glitter, and drenched in perfume.

‘I’m in love, love! From the first time I saw you, I’ve been head over heels in love! It’s like my heart is stuck in a neverending typhoon. All these feelings of love keep flipping around in my heart like the breaking waves! When the typhoon’s rising waters come, I want to rendezvous with you on Noah’s Ark! I do! I do’

“Kyoya, please don’t tell me this is a copy of the letter you decided to send to Toru..” He places the letter back on the table, his hands immediately covered in the glitter.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” Kyoya looks up from his notebook,

“What do you mean, ‘what’s wrong with it?’ No girl, hell anyone, writes a confession letter like this.”

He tries to wipe the glitter off with makeup wipes, it’s somehow doing the opposite of what’s it supposed to do, how are his hands covered in more glitter.

“The twins did go overboard with it.” He looks at Y/n’s hands before picking up the letter next to Y/n and puts it in his folder.

“That folder is gonna smell of women’s perfume for months.” And my suit….

Loud heels clicking caught Y/n’s attention.

It’s Kanako. Quickly followed by Toru.

“Looks like the finale is about to start.” He looked over his shoulder.

“If you guys are done talking-“ the twins arrived, along with the rest of the hosts.

“We have a show to put on.” Hikaru pulls Y/n away from Kyoya, and brings him closer to the crowd, now watching Kanako and Toru.

“It is now time for us to begin the final dance of this evening festivities. The last waltz of the night has been chosen by the host club for this couple” Tamaki announces.

“May this awkward couple be forever blessed!”

The crowd claps, and cheers.

“And now we’ll announce the Queen of the ball!” Hikaru grinned.

“Congratulations Princess Kanako Kasugazaki!” Karou finished.

“And for her reward, a kiss on the cheek from the King!”

“Haruhi Fujioka will stand in for Tamaki!” Hikaru sticks out his tongue.

“What?!” Tamaki and Haruhi exclaimed.

Haruhi walks her way down the stairs, all eyes are on her now, once she reaches the bottom, makes her way to Kanako.

As she goes to kiss her, she slips on an ‘accidentally ‘ placed banana peel, and kisses her on the lips.

Tamaki is on the floor sobbing.

…

The party begins to empty out, until all was left was Y/n and Kyoya.

Again.

Kyoya was off talking to the staff, as the put away the last remains of the party, Y/n was on the higher levels watching. He decided to ditch his suit jacket a few hours ago, his tie loosen around his collar, way less presentable than a couple of hours earlier. Tired eyes gazing below him, putting most of his weight on the detailed marble railing, his hands stroke the smooth surface, of course Ouran Academy would spare no expense for any part of this building. Such a shame I was too caught up in Tamaki’s scheme to actually enjoy the party. ‘I mean to be realistic, I would’ve stood off to the side not bothering to actually dance.’ He thought.

“I was wondering where you ran off.” Kyoya spoke, startling Y/n.

“Jesus- when did you get here?” Y/n stood up straighter, his arms still on the railing.

“With how much Hikaru and Karou sneak up on you, I would’ve thought you’d be used to it.”

“That’s different,” y/n relaxed a bit. “I’m usually more alert, but after big events like these,” He gestured towards the hall. ”it throws me off my game.” He rests his head on his arms, still leaning on the railing.

“At least Tamaki’s plan didn’t completely derail the party.” Kyoya rests his arm on the railing, looking at the empty floor.

Y/n looked at Kyoya, the remaining lights softly illuminated his features, god he was gorgeous how is he a real person, what Y/n would give to be effortlessly pretty like that.

“Hm. Based on the texts I’ve been getting since he left, Tamaki thinks otherwise.” He gave a soft exhale. “We’ll never hear the end of Haruhi’s kiss, will we?”

“Don’t think we will.”

“It’s nice that Tamaki finally has someone else to put all his energy towards,”

He nuzzles his head deeper into his own arms.

“Even if Haruhi doesn’t appreciate it yet.”

Kyoya looked at Y/n, he just hummed in agreement. They both sat in comfortable silence, watching the last staff members leave the building.

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fountainpenguin · 11 months ago

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"I'm not the kind of girl to get messed up with you- Hello! ... You're all right, but I'm here, darling, to enjoy the party..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 31 - “Flame (Etho, Skizz, Pearl)”

❤️ Read on AO3

💛 Start from Chapter 1

💚 More Pixels Imperfect fics

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Scar files a microaggression complaint with the HALO team. Pearl helps Scott settle in while he recovers from glitchy code. They have a spat that's not about a sticker.

Meanwhile, SnifferMyFeet and Etho separate their souls… and start an honest talk about Sniff's identity as Sniff, not Joel. It was needed. It's for the best.

(First 900 words under the cut)

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Etho - Fox

Status: Resting

Self-taught programmer, full-time hero

💙 💙 💙

He gets it now.

It's like ice in your water. It's like marshmallows in your cocoa. It's like wind beneath your wings. The final week before he's due back in Between (reluctantly, but definitely due), Etho flops on his bed and sprawls his arms to either side. Is he giddy? He doesn't mean to be, but this feels…

… Oh, it's a game-changer. Which is exactly what he texts Cleo after scooping up his admin panel. They won't see it if they've left their private server, and since Session 2 of Dog's Life could be starting any day now, there's no telling how long that may take.

Etho: hey so Etho: remember after limlife 4 or 5 when we talked about burnout?

Grocery shopping. For a family dinner- he and Cleo both made one (like a peace offering) in a way that wasn't really flirty married life roleplay, but more like… regular, everyday person roleplay. Did all their shopping together so they wouldn't cook the same thing. Call it 'date night' if you want; he walked her home and there might've been a little 'dramatic logout' roleplay in there. We don't… We don't need to go into detail about it.

To some people that's romantic and to some it's completely gross. Not really sure why… It's a natural process, isn't it? Soul-eaters can't help being what they are, and you may as well snap at endermen hybrids for struggling with eye contact or shame unthreaded players if they expose their glitches instead of keeping them covered up. This world's too big and life too long for arguing. Do you really want to make enemies and be rude to people who are going to carry the echo of your words for the rest of their lives?

Lend a helping hand. Extend a little kindness. Be polite. Respond to the hurt. Try not to avoid responsibility when others are counting on your strength. Sit with the injured, even when the night is cold. They're simple goals, but so easily forgotten these days.

Etho: I think you said if I felt stuck then I should break my routine for a while

Nothing happens for several minutes. Etho rotates words without meaning through his head, then types out something else.

Etho: you were right. I get now why you go on adventures with Martyn. Why you let him and no one else log you out all the time. Thanks for the advice. Let me know next time you need a favor. Rating this cycle 10 of 10 and I owe you big xD

He takes a long, guilt-free nap in his cushioned bed. Catching up on block updates and videos really drains a guy (especially this close to the end of the Hermitcraft season, not to mention Vault Hunters and a Life series on top of it), but he spent all morning prepping the bed and it's already providing every agonizing tick of its worth. Two hours later, he's stirred awake by a buzz on the admin panel.

ZombieCleo: yay! So glad that worked for you <3 I want to hear all about it. Maybe in a couple weekends you can watch MCC with me and the kids + Martyn? If we catch a minute alone, I can recommend more stuff you might be into ;)

The kids refers to Bdubs and Scar, who skated through Limited Life like energetic teenagers spreading their wings. It's goofy, it's endearing, and Cleo's got her roleplay voice on because she knows it makes him snort. His tail gives a twitch as he tries to keep a smirk from creeping out behind his mask.

Martyn, huh? he muses, but doesn't say that. Cleo circles between lovers, friends, and exes like a pollinating bee.

Etho: whoaaaa Etho: inviting a fox? that's dangerous! ZombieCleo: nose out of your tail, fur boy Etho: dibs on Martyn, I see ZombieCleo: If you're serious about returning the favor, Martyn says Rhetoric's down here and this might be our best chance at smash and grabbing from your mum's museum Etho: Hm… ZombieCleo: I mean, you did leave my eggshell when you rescued Grian and that other soul

Yeah- it looked distressed. Now Sniff's down here. He can actually talk now when he couldn't before. Honestly, not the worst decision he could've made.

If anyone's going to try getting into the Fox Dragon's museum, a fox has the best chance of doing so. It's kept separate from the nesting cave where souls respawn, but even the deadliest traps won't keep foxes out since they'll just respawn. Unless they're traps that can't be dodged even with careful planning, or some sort of system that short-circuits code. The phantom roost is nearby, right? Frankly, phantoms are excellent trackers, they can fly, and they're probably the fastest of all non-swimming hybrids, so a phantom alone provides great security as-is.

Etho: I'll think about it. Not tonight, though. Full moon fox face isn't for me. Also if there are raiders there then that's probably the worst time to show up ZombieCleo: Fair ZombieCleo: I can think of something else, but if you ever get the chance, I want it back Etho: duly noted ✌️ ZombieCleo: btw say hi to Scar and Bdubs when you see them. They've been cracking nonstop jokes since you disappeared. One can only imagine they're attempting humor to bury immense throes of pain Etho: D:

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

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eukaryotesrool · 1 year ago

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Leucism and Kimba

So this is gonna be real life facts (ones I'd say are interesting) mixed with some fan stuff, you don't need to know about the franchise to understand this, but it will be long and only slightly hinged.

Grab a snack, a drink annnnnnd...

What is a Kimba?

(Kimba (1965) running)

This guy, the titular hero of Osamu Tezuka's Kimba the White Lion franchise (AKA Jungle Emperor Leo(direct translation), Janguru Taitei(untranslated title))

For now, all you folks need to know about him is that he comes from a long lineage of lions with uniquely white fur.

Gee, you know what else relates to lions, white fur, and genetics, oh boy, a segway into the next thi-

What is a leucism?

(Pronounced 'luke-ism')

(Animals with a leucistic disorder, leucistic peacocks look neat, though, they all do)

leucism is a variety of conditions causing a lack of pigmentation in animals.

"Isn't that albinism?"

They're comparable, but seperate, their causes are different, also no leucistic condition removes eye pigmentation, so, Kimba's blue eyes aren't a problem.

(Kimba (1965) running, he does that a lot)

Now I'd like to go over every major leucistic condition and compare/contrast them to what we can note about Kimba.

No, I am not joking.

(OH MY GOD ITS SO CUTE I- er, this is a real life white lion cub, owing its white fur to a leucistic disorder)

Something to remember, most of these conditions don't (or don't to our knowledge) affect lions and could be easily swatted aside as such, but KTWL (Kimba the White Lion) is a work of fiction which consistently does absurd things, for example, Great Mother, a surviving mammoth who lives on a magic mountain and has magic powers or a blue lion (no I won't tell you what makes him blue), so I'm willing to brush aside SOME realism... also I researched them so I want to talk about them.

Yes, there is a condition that causes real life white lions, buuuuut I'm saving that can of worms for later.

Easily disproven

These ones don't work for several reasons, I'll be using only the most glaring issues for the sake of brevity.

Vitiligo & flavism: These two conditions happen over the course of one's life, but we see Kimba near birth, and he possessed his white fur.

Chédiak–Higashi syndrome: Causes symptoms (including but not limited to: peripheral neuropathy) which Kimba almost certainly does not have.

Isabellinism: affects only birds and leads to a golden white, not a snowy one.

(An isabellinistic bird, majestic fellow, eh?)

Xanthochromism: Makes things fucking yellow.

(A xanthochromistic (pictured right) and normal (pictured left) Argentine horned frog, so cool.)

Axanthism: only affects things with light reflecting pigments, and can only make things with normally yellow color have white color.

Amelanism: Meaning lacking melanin, so those black tipped ears and tail would be a no-no, yet we observe numerous pelts of his ancestors all with the exact same ears, and, we have reason to believe, the exact same tail (his father also possessed the same tail)

Okay, that was the bulk of the list, we're making good progress.

Maybe

These ones are harder to disprove, but I'd still say they're obviously not what we're looking for.

Piebaldism: Now, this one seems convincing as it can generate black AND white fur, it is genetically dominant, therefore, could lead to the continous lineage (where at least one of few children seems to always inherit it) but it lacks the uniformity, as I said, every white lion posses the same pattern, with few inconsistently appearing exceptions within the franchise, we'll get to that later on, the point is, consistency is the rule, chaos is the exception, and piebaldism is too chaotic.

(Piebaldistic animals. That squirrel looks so neat! Like his back is covered in snow!)

Waardenburg syndrome: Specifically type two is a strong contender, most notably because it causes bright blue eyes (or a blue and brown eye, sometimes) along with its other effects, HOWEVER, it also causes congenital hearing loss, and in cats (Felis Catus or house cats, technically, but they're the closest comparison I have to lions) said hearing loss is more common and more extreme, I doubt Kimba has that. Type 1 and type 3 cause other malformities that Kimba visibly doesn't posses.

Not sure

I tried, but my research was not conclusive, if you have answers, I'd be glad to hear them.

melanophilin: it is listed, but isn't a disorder, it is a carrier protein, I did some research and disorders with this protein don't seem like they'd make the snow white color we're looking for.

Undisputable

Oh, uh, there's nothing here, we've gone over every major leucistic disorder, there ARE more, but we'd be here all day, and so little is known about them it'd be arbitary.

Well, we're not through with every leucistic condition on the agenda, there's still...

THE CAUSE OF REAL WHITE LIONS

That's right, we've made it.

There's obviously a myriad of similarities, Tezuka was probably inspired by the real life white lions.

For example

(Pictured left, Kimba (1989 anime series) and his love inyerest, Raiya, a fellow lion, but not a white lion. Pictured right, two lionesses, one being a white lion)

The jarringly (among other lions) snow white fur.

(Sorry the images of Kimba's paw sucks, you won't believe it, but it was SO difficult to find a pic online with his paw pads in it, real life white lions? Pfft plenty of pictures in an instant.)

(Yes, pink is the unpigmented color for paw pads)

The pink paw pads

(Pictured left, Kimba's father (2009 movie) pictured right OH MY GOD SO CUTE)

The genetic basis allowing for lineages that share the trait

So then, this is it?... no, no, no, no, sadly, no, not so simple, there is one glaring inconsistency.

Firstly, an aside: I tried researching the specific cause of white lion leucism (it comes from a mutation for tyrosinase) but very little is known about it exactly, though, I gleaned something just by using the oldest tool in the zoology briefcase, me own eyes.

Notice a difference between Kimba and EVERY image of a white lion I've provided? Here, have some more white lion.

(Look at 'em all!)

From male to female, newborn, to cub, to adult, one consistency that Kimba does not share, maybe you already noticed and want me to get to the fucking point, maybe I will, maybe I won't, okay, I will.

(Circles denoting where Kimba posseses the trait, 'x's denoting where the real lion cub does not)

Black fur, Kimba has black fur on the tips of his ears and tail, no image of a real life white lion that I've seen has that pattern, or ANY black fur (wait, did I just retread my point about amelanism? Damn), and I'm lead to believe that does not occur amongst real life white lions, so then...

Kimba is a an anomaly

(From top left to bottom right Kimba's aunt (1989) Kimba's father (2009) and Kimba's father (1989)

In the 2009 version the only white lions we see are Kimba and his dad, and his dad lacks the black fur, in the 1989 series the only white lions we see are Kimba, his dad and aunt, both of the latter lack the black fur, but Kimba retains it in all versions.

Perhaps the cause of white lions is the same as real life white lions, and Kimba is a very rare anomaly within an anomaly, I don't know a whole lot about genetics, but that sounds reasonable enough for KTWL standards.

Buuuuuut, every other version, including the manga that started it all has other white lions retain the same color palette, and even show dozens of white lion ancestors, and a DISTANT white lion ancestor who all have the same palette, so, this anomaly theory is ironically only relevent to anomalies, the 1989 series and 2009 movie, what about for the whole franchise, well...

I don't know

Here's where I'd like to pull something out my hat and save the day with the obvious and true answer... but, there isn't one, at least, not one I found, sooooo, yeah, everyone must come to their own conclusion, maybe you even disagree with some of my reasoning and come to a conclusuon I've disregarded!

I'd love to hear your take away, and what comes next is merely my own personal take.

I don't know (good ending)

i don't know, and that's the point, I like that conclusion, the Kimba franchise contains mystisms, but never delves into them, leaving them as strange mysteries, it is a story about the exotic, it is ever out of reach.

I choose to believe white lions are semi-magical, thus why Kimba's lineage is the ONLY white lions we see in a franchise that stretches from 1950 to 2009, with over a hundred episodes, thus why white lions seem to always produce a white lion cub, but usually only ONE white lion cub, and the rest resemble the mother, because it works by magic rules.

In the 1989 version(and possibly others) Kimba is directly or indirectly likened to the supernatural, the Great Mother, a huge mammoth who can summon powerful snow storms in tropical Africa treats Kimba as such.

Simply, it can't be explained IRL, that's pretty cool, not everything needs to be explained, and MAGIC!

Thanks for sticking around through my insanity, hope you learned something and had fun, I did!

(Normally I'd put a pic riiight here to close things off but I hit the Tumblr image limit, didn't even know they had one)

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profbastard · 2 years ago

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Me being vulnerable online? GROSS!

Nah but for real, I’m finally getting more into my creative groove at the tail end of a depressive episode that really sucked my spirit dry. Mental health troubles can always be a little scary, but I’ve got great friends and a brother and dad who love me a lot; and with the tools I’ve gathered, I never despair nearly as much or as long as I would years ago.

My advice to people struggling right now, especially artists, is to not hinge your worth on how much/ how well you can create. That belief will keep you depressed longer and stunt your growth both emotionally AND artistically.

I’ve seen it firsthand how much it can hold some people back. Forcing themselves to create but being unsatisfied by all of it, always NEEDING that outside approval above their own.

You’re intrinsically valuable as a person, so go easy on yourself. Be your number one fan even when you cannot create at all or as much as you used to.

Don’t apologize to anyone for that, you have nothing to be sorry for. You don’t owe anyone art, not even yourself. You owe yourself REST, and PATIENCE.

I’m not a psychologist, I’m not a professional artist, and I’m not even that old (though I am the hottest and coolest and smartest person who ever lived). But I hope someone gains something from reading this.

#long post #not art #you are not an art machine

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twopoppies · 5 months ago

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Hello darling Gina. Re the Harry anon, I admit I did/do feel like he ‘sold out’ a bit when he went solo. I felt like, we’ve followed you since XF, we voted for you and loved and followed the band etc etc and now you’re in the states and didn’t even come to the UK on first tour, and next tour he did several stops in many states and then like three stops in the whole of the UK (I might be wrong on these dates, going by what I remember).

H doesn’t owe me anything but I did feel let down. Lou on the other hand seemed more in touch with the UK fan base. I’m back here after years away so things might have changed, I just wanted to air my thoughts. Again, none of them owe me anything and I realise that but I can’t help how I feel x

Hi, love. Welcome back.

So… You can’t help how you feel, but I would suggest removing your personal hurt feelings from the matter. You say he doesn’t owe you anything, but obviously you feel he does. Which is fine. But acknowledging that makes a difference.

If you’re able to remove your idea of what you think he “should have” done, some of the issues and expenses that go into mounting a world wide tour might be a little more apparent.

Harry’s first album was given a ton of money for promo. But the first leg of the tour was very small and I’d bet it was focused on the US in part because breaking through here goes a longer way toward establishing an artist for long term success. It’s also possible they wanted to work out some of the kinks before they took the show overseas and to bigger venues. It also was only 13 shows before the second leg began and he went through Europe with the UK being the third through sixth shows on that leg. So I don’t really get what you’re saying where Live On Tour is concerned.

As for the second tour, we were at the tail end of the pandemic. He started in the US most likely because it was a hell of a lot simpler to travel through the contiguous United States in terms of permits and legalities related to performing during a pandemic than it would have been trying to do the same traveling through numerous cities in numerous countries.

Taking it as a personal affront or a sign that he doesn’t care about the support from UK fans over the years just seems nonsensical to me. I get the disappointment that you didn’t get that part of the tour. Absolutely. But the UK isn’t the only place that didn’t get a tour of Fine Line. It’s generally a major stop for every artist. Including him. And the short stint for Fine Line never would have happened if Covid hadn’t thrown everything out of whack. And if Covid hadn’t happened he wouldn’t have released Harry’s House right after that Fine Line mini tour, but it had been years since he’d released new music and I’m sure the label was chomping at the bit to make some more money. I just don’t see a reason to look at the situation and label it as Harry not caring about his UK fans.

As for Louis, I think being “in touch with his UK fan base” is a major part of his brand. I don’t think it’s disingenuous, but it’s obvious to me that he’d lean into it and do more shows in more areas because he had a much longer run of small venues than Harry did.

I also think it’s just pointless to compare. IMO, a British artist having lots of shows in the UK doesn’t necessarily mean he loves and is thankful to the UK fans any more than another artist. And there are always numerous factors involved in where shows are booked.

In reference to this.

More here

#love on tour #live on tour #I really don’t understand why Harry’s ever move gets looked at under a microscope #harry haters #not you anon…just my tag

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ask-team-misfit · 1 year ago

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Percy Lucario

*Hits Fenninkou on the head again*

"You insensitive idiot! Think before you speak. Humans can't be dead. I know 3 of them!"

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Fenninkou slightly angled away from the viewer towards the left. She's fairly shocked. There’s a sweat drop on her left cheek. Fenninkou's appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Fenninkou: "Ow! Th-they're the ones that asked! And anyway, how does she not know that?"

Lief: "Gee. I wonder if she gave any indication of not being from here. Mystery of the ages."

Lief was looking at Fenninkou with a dismissive glare.

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Lief oriented similarly to the previous image. His eyes are narrowed in an annoyed glare. His mouth is open, as if in the midst of a tangent. Lief’s appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Lief: "Tch. Now you've done it, kid..."

Fenninkou: "But I didn't mean to make her cry…!"

Pikavee: "L-Lief? It's not true, right? I-it can't be true."

Lief cringed upon hearing Pikavee ask this. With Fenninkou and Rue looking at him too, he felt like he was being put on the spot.

Lief: "Uhhh."

His body language showed it, though he was hesitant to say it.

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief similar to the previous image. He looks sad or concerned, appearing to have some troubling thoughts he's refusing to speak of. He's looking away to the right. End ID ]

Lief: "I wanted to go hear it from Livingston himself. Then again, if he's the one that taught them this… I got nothing."

Pikavee felt a chill go down her spine. Her eyes went real wide, brimming with more tears. She looked to Rue next, on the verge of breaking down.

Pikavee: "R-R-Rue…?"

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Rue oriented similarly to the previous image. She appears fairly nervous, looking off to the right. Rue's appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Rue: "H… humans really have been missing for a long time, Pikavee. Why would you be trying to find them?"

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Pikavee oriented similarly to the previous image. She's grimacing deeply, and her teary eyes are closed. Her ears are drooped down. Pikavee’s appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Pikavee: "But that doesn't make any sense!"

Hearing the usually quiet giant raise her voice made her present company freeze up. Rue in particular stepped even further back.

Pikavee: “How could all humans have been gone for years if I was just brought here from a city full of human beings? Sciliva City is where I live!”

Rue gasped a little with shock from this. It must have hit her like a truck why this news would be so devastating.

Pikavee: "Such horrible things… couldn't have happened. Shouldn’t…"

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Pikavee similar to the previous image. She's very upset, with many tears falling from her big and wobbly eyes. She's clenching her teeth. A paw is lifted to her chest, even. End ID ]

Pikavee: "Y-you have to believe me. Please…"

Her breathing became ragged and rough. Tears freely fell from her wide eyes.

Soon both adults were looking away from her, with Fenninkou looking between them.

Rue: "I'm so sorry, Pikavee…"

Pikavee's legs quivered as she stood there, struggling to breathe. She felt woozy and sick; a throbbing pain flared up in her head.

Pikavee: "P-please, it… it hurts…"

She moved to take a step back, only to stumble as her legs nearly buckled.

Rue and Fenninkou now stood closer together, backing well away. Even more notably, Rue was standing in front of Fenninkou, her tails somewhat fanned out and quivering.

Pikavee: "It hurts… it hurts…"

Lief watched as the duo in question separated from him. He turned to look at Pikavee, shakily stepping closer.

Lief: "E-easy there, Missy. We can still fix this. Try not to think about it too much."

Pikavee: "It hurts so much… what do I do…"

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rondo-of-blog · 1 year ago

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On the Beginnings of The Lara-Su Chronicles

Today is, as of writing, the last day you can pre-order The Lara-Su Chronicles: Beginnings if you want to make it into the Special Thanks section of the book. Anyone who pre-orders after will be in the app, still, but I think it goes without saying the significance of having your name make it into the first printing. You can pre-order here.

Whether you go and pre-order it now or later, or if you’re looking back at this after the book’s come out, I think it’s gonna be worth the read. Today, I feel moved to write a little about what The Lara-Su Chronicles means to me.

It all started with the Archie Sonic comics. A gag comic that metamorphosed into the bonafide superhero book it came to be known as, that was inarguably the blueprint for what Sonic comics get published today. These things aren’t predestined, no divine hand laid its knowing finger on it to move it from one to another - no, it was the freelance creators who put in the work to make Archie Sonic what it was.

And no freelancer who touched the book can be said to have had a greater impact on it than one Ken Penders. Not Mike Gallagher, who wrote the very first issues; not Scott Fulop, who oversaw the initial transformation the book underwent as the editor; not even Karl Bollers, an incredible talent whose original concepts & characters come the very closest to rivaling Ken’s.

It was Ken who wanted more for the comic, for it to become what the readers of the time wanted it to be. Ken, whose eyes were trained on the countless fan-letters that flooded in, who would test each story idea of his first on his son to determine if he was going the right direction. Sonic comics and everyone who’s helped make them over the years owe him a great deal, whether they want to admit it or not, but it was the Knuckles comic series where he truly shined.

Though it’s become fashionable in some circles to claim he ‘shoved Knuckles down reader throats,’ it doesn’t take too long a memory to remember how popular Knuckles was - and is to this day. One need only look at the incredible reaction to the reveal of Knuckles in Sonic the Hedgehog 2, and the very fact that there is going to be another Knuckles series on Paramount Plus, to know Knuckles stands out in the cast of Sonic the Hedgehog.

But where does Knuckles come from? Who is he? You can refer to wiki articles that note his species and status as a former rival of Sonic, you can watch YouTube videos collecting all the cutscenes for his story in the video game Sonic Adventure, but, as a ‘life-long fan’ of Sonic who is also a writer, I can tell you none of those get us a true insight into the interiority of Knuckles the Echidna.

You can restate his character’s premise like a dog chasing its tail, you can try and mine his angst at being so alone on his island until you’re blue in the face, but neither of those take the character himself in any kind of direction. Not forward, not backward, but stagnant. Only in the Knuckles comics did we see a true step forward, where words met action and the story of the echidna’s past finally had anything meaningful to say about the story ahead of Knuckles.

In the initial miniseries Sonic’s Friendly Nemesis Knuckles the Echidna, after B-stories and C-stories in the Archie Sonic series had laid the groundwork, Knuckles’s past came back for the first time. This was before Sonic Adventure, before Tikal and Chaos, and crucially… it was Knuckles’s story, first and foremost, not Sonic’s as it was in the end for Sonic Adventure.

The follow-up miniseries and ensuing ongoing comic series would expand upon Knuckles’s family, the society they had lived in the past as well as where they lived in the present, and even Knuckles himself. While the Chaotix may be familiar to Sonic fans, they and the Knuckles of these comics live lives and make decisions that SEGA’s characters have not and will not ever know.

In the Knuckles series, Knuckles doesn’t just reunite with his mother and eventually his father. He doesn’t just get into battles with greater stakes for his life than anything he had or would later experience in the video games, face foes more personal and meaningful than the leftovers Sonic leaves for him, and accomplish more than his official SEGA counterpart has in all the decades of history he’s had since. He gets a life - a home with people, not just an emerald and an empty island, to protect. And another soul, who starts off as an enemy, for him to fall in love with.

I’ve never met a Sonic fan who’s been able to reconcile this Knuckles with the echidna that SEGA calls Knuckles. In point of fact, every Sonic fan I’ve ever encountered considers the Knuckles series and every story of Ken’s that came before and after to bear so little resemblance to the source material as to no longer have the right to call itself Knuckles or to claim to have anything to do with what SEGA has done with the character. From their lips, this is an insult. To me, it is both the Knuckles comics’ ultimate badge of honor and greatest strength.

What’s the use of perpetually spinning your wheels and refusing to grow and change? What has Knuckles gained in the three decades since the character debuted, sitting on an island as the last survivor of a dead people? The right to mention every now and then he might take a break from being a guardian, and never seeming to follow-through on that? The right to star in animated shorts where he once again illustrates how little has changed since 1998?

I don’t say all this as a hater, either. I happen to like Sonic Team’s video games, I liked Sonic Frontiers, and heck - I’ve even enjoyed some of the comics they’ve printed in the current ongoing series of Sonic books. The simple fact remains that it’s 2024, Knuckles is still on Angel Island and he still has nothing but ghosts. In every way that matters, SEGA’s Knuckles the Echidna is as dead as his people.

Maybe SEGA does something new with the character in the future, maybe the writers they’ve entrusted with the comics become bolder with their plans, I don’t know and I don’t claim to know what will or won’t happen there. My point stands that today, all these years later, there still is no story told of SEGA’s Knuckles that gives him even half the dignity and respect that Ken’s stories have.

Now, all these years later, what is to become The Lara-Su Chronicles series of graphic novels is finally set to begin with the upcoming release of The Lara-Su Chronicles: Beginnings. In it, after a reprint of the unforgettably-excellent Mobius: 25 Years Later story, we’ll be seeing what awaits Lara-Su in the next chapter of her life and in the wake of her father’s death.

I’ve read literal hundreds of Sonic comics over the years. The Lara-Su Chronicles: Beginnings is not one of them.

But that was always the beauty of the Knuckles series, now succeeded by The Lara-Su Chronicles. It started in Sonic, but emerged from it like a butterfly from a chrysalis into something unlike anything a humble caterpillar could imagine - and the sky’s the limit.

#The Lara-Su Chronicles #TL-SC #The Lara-Su Chronicles: Beginnings #knuckles the echidna #archie sonic #knuckles comics

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girlfox · 1 year ago

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do you mind telling us more abt her modern au? not her idol one, but her floriculturist lady ballerina one!

i would love to!

in my modern au, ahri is still an ancient 𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐇𝐎, some hundreds of years old— she's watched the passage of time flow by her, and always kept the world around her at arm's length. her relationships have always been superficial or a means to an ends. in this universe, ahri abides by more traditional mythos of the kumiho and does seek out humans to hunt and eat on a regular basis, whereas her canon verse is capable of controlling this urge to a good extent, and really only needs essence over organs. this hunger makes forming deep bonds difficult, but it's never truly bothered her. ahri has always been a lonely creature. in recent years, ahri found her home with the 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘, putting her natural dancing talents on display. most of her endeavors until now have been a means to pass the time and integrate with society meaningfully, to avoid suspicion, but this... ahri genuinely found a love for dance.

she would quickly rise up the ranks, even being considered for prima ballerina. truly, ahri moved with a grace and nimbleness not seen in many, and though much of this could be owed to her own natural talent, carrying the instinctual poise and finesse of a fox assisted greatly. she would attend shows across the country and perform solos, accruing fans and admirers alike over the years. naturally, ahri thrived under the spotlight, soaking up the abundance of adoration and affection; she lived for it. such great love came from and for one man in particular: another dancer in her company, one whom she'd fallen 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 for, for the first time in what felt like eons. swept up in the glittery lights and her rose-tinted love affair, ahri would claim to not be in her right mind the day she vulnerably exposed her true nature to her lover. that day would be her last within the world of ballet. at the reveal of her fine-pointed claws and nine, swishing tails, her lover broke down in horror, and ultimately met his demise at her hand. what choice was there, after all? he was screaming. it'd frightened her, shocked her to her core; was this truly his reaction to ahri undoing her vulnerability right before him? ah, and then she'd remembered why she didn't let anyone in. alas, the fox's heart walls erected themselves once more. ahri disposed of his body like any other, though not with much care. they would always been dragged behind a dumpster, left in some bushes, or thrown into a river to bloat up. soon after, ahri dropped the identity she'd forged in seoul and caught the next train out towards busan.

quietly, ahri would set up shop in a quaint 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 somewhere along the coast. it smelled of sea salt and fresh caught fish, and she was quick to plant her roots in a rundown shop overgrown with wild foliage in it's forgotten state. while much of it was left in it's natural state, ahri was quick to get her new life in motion and tidied it up enough to turn it into a local shop. there, she would study 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌— the study of flowers, flower care and advanced flower breeding. the back of shop contained a staircase that led up to a small home with a rooftop garden, where ahri would conduct all her floricultural endeavors and set to growing her own crops. her shop, though slowly built up, eventually became a niche local attraction for unique flower bouquets and gardening expertise. though, despite her shop's popularity, ahri herself remained adamant on keeping other's at arms length once more, vowing to never allow someone in. the fox has become somewhat of a mystery to the locals, as an exquisitely beautiful woman who refuses the advances of marriage prospects, seems to keep to herself entirely, and is almost ghost-like in the way she flits through town as needed and returns to her abode. nonetheless, her beauty and charm are enough to keep her reputation above water, as more of an attractive enigma than anything else.

... despite the calm, peaceful life ahri has carefully crafted for herself now, this is not to forget what she is. a beast through and through, she still needs 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃. shortly after her arrival in town, whispers of tourists going missing have begun to sprout, though ahri brushes them all off as the tales of bored fisherman's wives, with the prettiest laugh, naturally. yet, she would spend her nights digging in her garden against lantern light, creating holes approximately 6 feet in length and 3 feet deep. it's for a special fertilizer, ahri insists, and well— her flowers are of the most breath-taking, unique beauty, blooming in colors and sizes not yet seen before.

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒:

she's lived in her seaside town for approximately three years at this point. ahri is an established resident, who's thoroughly charmed the rest of the town .. literally and magically. if she's ever risen suspicion, her magic is immediately utilized to sway the minds of her neighbors.

she enjoys setting up a farmer's market booth every weekend to sell special bouquets, plants, spare herbs, etc. she'll even take custom orders to make for you on the spot.

spends a ton of her time reading in her garden, soaking up the sunlight. she's almost always reading some sort of book on floriculturalism. ahri tends to drown herself into whatever career path she's chosen that decade.

still loves to dance! she doesn't do it often anymore, but if she does, it's probably just in her own home for a few minutes. for fun.

never lets anyone over to her house. she's careful about keeping her garden neat and normal looking, but she does have a washing station inside of a tiny shed that's coated in blood stains, with bloody rags in the sink and buckets of fleshy bits and pieces under it. it's seriously serial killer material, but she really does just harvest the good parts aka the heart and liver & buries the rest.

her garden itself is completely out of control, but .. it's also a controlled out-of-control? ahri is fully aware of the inner workings of her garden and trims it as needed, she just prefers to let nature do it's thing. it's overflowing, like walking into a miniature rooftop forest. speaking of, her rooftop is surrounded on all sides by trees and tall fences, so there's not really any chance of someone sneaking a peek.

some of her previous pursuits over the centuries include painting, medicinal plant research, a very brief stint trying to learn surgery which provided useful skills, burlesque until she killed one of the girls backstage and had to charm thirty different people to forget about it, writing but she was never successful at it, an attempt to get into theatre acting in the early 1900s but only resulted in minor minor roles before she disappeared from it, and many more.

#𝐓𝐇𝐄 ⠀⠀(⠀ⅴ.⠀)⠀⠀𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀:⠀⠀ಇ⠀⠀sit and sing in the darkˏ arched marrow of me.#𝐀𝐔 ⠀⠀(⠀ⅺ.⠀)⠀⠀𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍:⠀⠀ಇ⠀⠀the beginning of cannibalism.#anonniemouse.#THANK U FOR THIS !!

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