#taking damage will shrink their character from normal to short

[neonfretra]

tomas tatar thursday!

notice how i didnt say happy tomas tatar thursday

because if it was happy tomas tatar thusday i wouldnt be looking at this

GREAT tomas tatar thursday B)

[https-lawrenceslittleone]

Silly PJO Minecraft AU (with added origins mod stuff)

Origins I’m including:

-Drowned. You do 2x damage when using a trident. You can use channeling without a thunderstorm and riptide without water being around. More trident durability. Guardians don’t attack you. You do extra damage while underwater. You burn in the daytime. You take extra damage from smite. Hunger burns faster than normal.

-Witch. Potions last a lot longer than normal. Short term effects will be applied whenever needed (like fire resistance when you step in lava). Friendly with all forms of pillagers. Villagers hate you, iron golems attack.

-Elytrian. Permanent wings. You can launch yourself in the air every 60 seconds. Deal 2x damage when flying. Can’t wear anything higher than chainmail armor, except an iron helmet. Take more kinetic damage like falling or bumping into things. Gains slowness and weakness when in any form of cavern/under a roof lower than four blocks.

-Illusioner. Can go invisible and spawn four copies of itself. Can shoot an arrow that gives target nausea II for 15 secs. +2 damage with bows. Pillagers are friendly. Villagers and iron golems hate you. Shields don’t work. Swords do less damage.

-Shulk. Has 9 additional inventory slots which you keep upon death. Iron armor is the equivalent of diamond armor. Can break stone blocks without pickaxe. Can’t use shields. Burns hunger faster.

-Evoker. Can summon the fang magic thing (yk the things that come out of the ground and fucking chomp). 10% chance to not break a totem of undying when you use it. Pillagers are friendly. Villagers hate you, iron golems attack.

-Blazeborn. Immune to fire and lava damage. Deals more damage while burning. Immune to poison. Spawns in nether. Takes damage when in contact with water.

-Bee. You inflict poison with a short cooldown. When you’re near multiple flowers of any type, you gain regeneration I. You can freely take honey from any hives. Slow fall. Two less hearts. Cannot eat meat. Can very slowly fly up.

-Enderian. You can use enderpearls and reach three blocks further. Water causes damage. You can’t see players with pumpkins on head.

-Avian. You can double jump. Increased breaking and attacking speed. Decreased damage. Slow fall. Increased speed. You can only sleep up high. While in water you have slowness. You can’t eat meat. You lay an egg when you wake up.

-Phantom. Phantom state allows you to walk throw solid blocks except for obsidian and bedrock, making you invisible, but it takes hunger fast. Outside of phantom state in sunlight burns you. Three less hearts.

-Feline. You do not take fall damage. Can jump higher while sprinting. Slight dark vision. Scares creepers away. Footsteps don’t cause vibrations. Can only mine natural stone when there are at most two adjacent stones (strength potions negates it). One less heart.

-Merling. Can see, breathe, and break blocks underwater. Increased swim speed, don’t sink. Can’t breathe outside of water, but rain and water bottles negate this. Nether and end are very challenging.

-Slimecician. Every block is bouncy, negating all fall damage. When hit you have a 10% to create slimes. Increased jump. When you lose all health, you shrink to half your size (can happen twice). Can perform a great leap in the direction you’re facing. Hunger burns fast. Burns in hot biomes.

-Fox. When you’re around mobs, you gain speed II. Berries give you an extra hunger point. You become camouflaged after standing still for a couple seconds. You can perform a great leap in the direction you’re facing, costs half a hunger bar and deals more fall damage. You can carry a few items in your mouth. Night vision. Can’t hold a shield. You pick things up from further away. Two less hearts.

Characters I’ll be including:

-Percy Jackson (Drowned)

-Annabeth Chase (Witch)

-Jason Grace (Elytrian)

-Piper McLean (Illusioner)

-Frank Zhang (Shulk)

-Hazel Levesque (Evoker)

-Leo Valdez (Blazeborne)

-Grover Underwood (Bee)

-Nico di Angelo (Enderian)

-Will Solace (Avian)

-Octavian (Phantom)

-Zaria Asghar (Feline)

-Theodosia Collymor (Witch)

-Chinatsu Anzai (Merling)

-Myrna Bellew (Slimecician)

-Floraline Sampson (Bee)

-Belamira Marques (Fox)

-Esmarie Sidney (Illusioner)

-Indra Pruitt (Drowned)

-Sione Fuamatu (Evoker)

Plot idea (haven’t FULLY figured it out yet):

-Theodosia is out mining, looking for redstone for her potions (and to sell some to Leo). Zaria is tagging along with her, simply for protection and because she has nothing better to do. As they’re mining, they discover a mineshaft. At first, they assume that it must’ve been created by one of the many other people in the server. Theodosia wants to back out, stating they should leave it alone, thinking it’s somebody else’s property. But Zaria opts to loot and explore the place instead. As they explore further, they realize that it couldn’t have been built by one of them. There’s multiple spider spawners, and none of them know how those things function, let alone how they’re created; they don’t have the technology for that. Theodosia, becoming curious, and wanting answers, explores further, and becomes obsessed with exploring the world around her. Zaria, Floraline, Esmarie, and Belamira join her on her adventures. I’m also going to include the canon characters and I plan on them having a significant role, I just don’t know how. I have a couple ideas for how this whole thing could turn out.

That’s the basic plot, the quests/discoveries I’m gonna add in order are:

-Mineshaft discovery (explained above)

-Trail ruins. They find a brush and pottery shards, as well as armor trims. The pottery shards, when pieced together, give clues and hints as to what these ancient people might’ve been like. There’s also disturbing imagery hinting at how they may have disappeared.

-Desert pyramid. They find normal desert temple loot: gold apples, a couple of diamonds and emeralds, string, and armor trims. I’m mainly gonna use this as a way to get their armor to look cooler and give them better loot.

-Jungle temple. They find normal jungle temple loot, but Theodosia takes a specific fascination with this one, considering it’s the only one in a biome with no villages, further proving to her that there were ancient peoples living in the world before them. This is where her slow descent into obsession and insanity begins.

-Thinking about adding a pillager outpost type quest but I don’t know how that would work, as pillagers are friendly to Theodosia because she’s a witch. And also the pillager outpost has nothing to do with the ancient people.

-Stronghold. They find this before they know what it’s for/how to activate the portal. Theodosia determines that it must be something religious/supernatural, as it was so heavily guarded, and the strange way the portal looks and is held up. She becomes further obsessed with uncovering the mystery.

-Ancient city. They find notes and books in the chests that lead them to clues on what to do with the portal, however, they don’t have all the details. They figure out they need something called “ender eyes”, but they don’t know how to make them. They know what endermen are as one of their friends (Nico di Angelo) is an enderian, but endermen don’t drop their eyes, they drop pearls, so they’re even further confused. They find a note telling them to find a mysterious structure. Theodosia is probably slowly losing herself at this point and can’t think about anything other than figuring out what the fuck is going on. Perchance I’ll kill someone off here. 😈 (they also already have access to the nether at this point, as that’s where Leo came from, a lot of them just don’t really know how it works).

-Trial chamber. Mysterious structure previously mentioned. At this point, her friends are sort of done with her and how they keep risking their lives for her, and they all get into a big argument, so she’s on her own at this point. After a series of puzzles, killing off breezes and other various mobs, and gaining a fuck ton of loot, both good and bad, she finally achieves what she’s been waiting for. She finds a trial key, and it opens a vault. Inside the vault, she finds a book, which explains how to use the mysterious portal she found in the stronghold, the details of various structures scattered throughout the world, and a brief history of the people who previously lived in the world, and why they were wiped out.

She quickly tells her friends, frantically explaining that she’s been right and showing the evidence. That it did in fact lead somewhere. Most of them don’t take her side, claiming it’s far too dangerous and not worth it to go through with her plan. She gets angry and goes off to collect blaze rods anyway. Jason probably joins, just to keep her safe. Floraline gets angry at her for killing blazes and taking parts of their dead bodies, mainly because she sees it as a threat to her boyfriend, who is half blaze.

She eventually gets to the end, and upon discovering a dragon, realizes she was unprepared and reckless. She realizes that the dragon was depicted in the books and pottery she had discovered. This creature was what wiped out the ancient people she had spent so long obsessing over. And now she has no choice but to defeat it, or her and her friends might suffer the same fate.

[321spongebolt]

Now, this here is what Babes looks like in his full genie attire. Unlike his normal clothing, which is just his jersey, Babes wears nothing but light blue shorts and a purple genie cap with a gold star that has a ruby in the middle of it. Babes' cap folds his ears down, similar to whenever Bugs, Buster, or Babs wear hats. If you look closely into Babes' back, you'll see a magic lamp tattoo, which would be my character's birthmark. If Babes is wished to be free, Babes will still keep his powers, but no longer have golden shackles on his wrists.

As I stated before with Babes not being able to take damage, and being super strong, and the inability to fall after looking down, Babes' full arsenal of magic powers include granting three wishes, shapeshifting, healing, removing his body parts, breathing underwater and in Space, levitation, elemental magic (fire, lightning, water, wind, ice, and plant), x-ray vision, mind control, growing and shrinking, super speed, invisibility, immortality, time travel, and flight.

It should be noted that when Babes flies, he can turn his legs into a genie tail if he wanted. It's possible he can also leave a blue cloud trail behind as he flies at high speeds.

And yes, if you wanted, my character would also sing a cover of "Friend Like Me" from "Aladdin" to enforce his genie persona, similar to how his sister likes to dress as a fairy.

COPYRIGHT

Babes "The Magnificent" Bunny © 321SPONGEBOLT (Me) for "Tiny Toon Adventures" and "Animaniacs"

[tobypass]

Name and pronouns: Tino, he/him

Short bio:

-one of the six (seven if Lucifer is included) seraphim created by God.

-Classical isekai plot. Fell asleep after playing WHB game, woke up in the middle of God making them. Can't remember procedure, only knows the fight of beliefs: I'm an atheist vs I love God. Keeps internal conflict for rest of life, pops up when alone and stressed out.

-different earth than WHB earth. Was sleeping after playing regular daily grind of WHB game.

-does not know how they got into WHB. Is there a being higher than God. Who knows? (It's us, readers/authors hehe~) Is currently in Hell keeping an eye on Solomon.

-Hell is like living in different human history time periods. Would like to record and take pictures of each country. Kind of a interesting tourist-y feel.

-Goes wherever Solomon goes. Usually sleeps in different beds. Will do single if necessary. Getting to be single lots of time due to Solomon's interference.

Character:

-Quiet and curious. Has small world of people they care for.

-Main priority is Solomon so treats others as thin air. If continuous interactions, treats other devil/angel/human with same tolerance as Solomon. Solomon and Tino is like "chaotic person vs. why are you like this, better make sure more chaos isn't done again". Will usually follow with whatever Solomon does.

-Again, Solomon is top priority. Protect him. After that, tries to get main fighters incapicitated so no further damage is done. (Hates to see damage costs racked up, once a low-income human)

Voice/The script you would like to see: normal everyday life, somehow is in the middle of a game of tag spanning the entire country. Dammit Solomon.

-listen to "His Fault", "An Evil Blunder", and "Brothers Panic!". That kind of crazy shenanigans. Otherwise, usually "Wheat and Sky" on a regular day. (Can you tell what my other favorite game is?)

-Voice is maaaaybe "Tranquil Monologue"

Important facts: is the only one that knows WHB was a game. The power of magic (belonging to authors/readers) blocks this info from being mind-read or otherwise not stated. Follows Solomon because wants to know what made him disappear later. Somehow dense AF, cannot tell that Solomon loves him romantically or any other devils. And also, one of the shortest people, 5'0 feet or 152.4 cm. Others like to put their arm on their head, arm rest head. Others (that Tino are comfortable with), can carry them around. Tino would wrap arms around neck and usually sleep.

Demons to include in the fic: Solomon, Mammon, Sitri

Brief description of relationship with chosen demons:

-Solomon already stated above. Otherwise, friendly and tolerant with whatever Solomon does. Like to hold Tino any chance they got. Solomon considers him as invaluable friend (lover plz plz plz) to have.

-Mammon ticks off Tino's love language (revieving gifts, unlimited wallet). Also he big and huggy. Very much like. Mammon likes small things (as seen in his Attack of Kings comic). Interesting small seraphim. Likes to squeeze butt while carrying him. Tino considers it a nice massage.

-Sitri sees him as suspicious. Angels are enemies. Must keep an eye on him. Can probably recognize his heartbeat amongst a big crowd after listening for so long. Can at least trust him to protect Solomon at all costs. Tino considers his spying as irrelevant, will ignore.

The tone in which it should be written: funny, fluffy

Narrative type: third person if possible

The script you would like to see: regular Hell day interrupted by Solomon having "fun", ends with sleeping with Solomon again (what you mean the other bed is wet?).

Hope this alright. Tell me if too much or too little. And for physical description: dark brown/black hair, same style like Deuce Spade in Twisted Wonderland. Dark brown/black eyes. Has 6 wings, can grow or shrink them to make travel easier. Can grow one wing to act as sun/rain shield while being carried. Clothes are simple-ish like Raphael's. Usually white, will wear Hell's colors if offered free clothes. Short 5'0 ft/152.4 cm person.

Guys, we're doing it!

Do you remember this survey? I didn't expect such a great response. If that many of you really want to participate, I guess I'll have to do more than one batch of the draw to choose as much of your MC's as I can.

More info under the cut!

Time for some rules, so we won't get lost

The concept is simple. You give me your precious OCs/MCs, I adopt them for a while, write fanfic (related to WHB, of course) and hand them over to your loving hands.

For now, I plan to choose 3-5 people to write for. This may change if more people apply. If one applies, I will write for one. If 96 apply, I will choose more. We'll figure it out.

You can apply in two ways. One is to reblog this post and describe everything in reply, the second is to create your own post with the hashtag #whbmcshuffle Preferably both at once. I don't want to accidentally lose any application. I also recommend following this tag for the time being because I will post further information under it.

The people I will write for will be drawn randomly. I want it to be fair, and I guess this is the only way I won't be biased when I see mutuals I like or Andrea my favorite demons.

You can apply for one week. Since we may all be in different time zones, submissions will close when this survey ends.

Feed me information. Since I want to write something good, I would like to ask you for some information. Here's the list:

Name and pronouns: Quite obvious. Short bio: Who are they? Any difficult past or traumas? What were they doing on earth? Did they get to hell like in canon? How do they feel in hell? Where they live? Character: What are their main character traits? How do they usually behave? How do they behave in crisis situations? Voice: (Not mandatory, although, very helpful.) What would the narrative look like? More calm or energetic? Confident or not at all? Funny or serious? Calm or nervous? Laid back or distrustful? You can even paste here a song or a link to some story that you think reflect your oc's voice well. Important facts: Free space, you can put whatever you want here and whatever you think is important. Demons to include in the fic: (from 1 to 3) Brief description of relationship with chosen demons: I guess that's obvious. The tone in which it should be written: (i.e. spicy, angst, fluff, funny or other) Narrative type: Second person (addressing as 'you') or third person (addressing with selected pronouns) The script you would like to see: (Not mandatory, although, very helpful) For example, a date on Earth, cooking together, whatever you come up with.

I know it's a lot to ask. This is a minimal list, but the more information you give me, the better I will be able to empathize with your MCs and hopefully imitate their character. If you have already written about them, for example in your other posts, feel free to include links, so I can take a better look at them. Of course, you can add photos, or a song, or memes, anything you want!

I didn't mention the length of the fic, but it depends on how I will feel writing it. But I'll want it to be at least 800 words.

Most important. Have fun! It's mainly about getting to know each other's OCs/MCs. Who knows, if there's a lot of interest, maybe we'll do more draws. 👀

I tried to include everything, but if you have any questions, feel free to ask!

[mommabird1772]

I posted 10,503 times in 2021

132 posts created (1%)

10371 posts reblogged (99%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 78.6 posts.

I added 544 tags in 2021

#sammy sunday - 183 posts

#sastiel saturday - 89 posts

#mishapocalypse 3.0 - 65 posts

#sastiel - 50 posts

#trickster tuesday - 44 posts

#supernatural - 37 posts

#sammy birthday sunday - 29 posts

#sam winchester - 23 posts

#spn - 13 posts

#sastiel fic - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#also i created an ao3 account and have been busy reading and bookmarking fics and trying to find good sastiel writers to collaborate with

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

"This fanfiction is trying to kill me," I complain to my fellow Tumblr friend as I sit here rereading one of the greatest Sastiel series in the fandom (https://archiveofourown.org/series/60685) for the hundredth time, biting the lapels of my bathrobe to keep the feelings from welling up. I exhale three short bursts of air, forcing myself to calm down. Willow chirps at me from where he's perched on my hand, concerned at my behavior. "It's okay, honey," I reassure him, "Mommy's just falling apart".

37 notes • Posted 2021-02-20 18:27:50 GMT

#4

BIRD MOM'S SASTIEL FIC RECOMMENDATIONS:

* The Other Guardian series by red_river (https://archiveofourown.org/series/60685)

Words: 323,527 Rating: Gen-Teen

This series is my favorite one to recommend to people because it has everything. Slow burn? Check. Case fic? Check. Boys trip to Vegas? Check! Month long christmas section? It's got that too! Add in a less-than-helpful Dean for some comedy gold, and you've got a well rounded adventure complete with vivid descriptions that leave this fangirl biting the lapels of her bathrobe to keep all the feelings in. A MUST READ.

* Atrophy (https://archiveofourown.org/works/12394614/chapters/28201824) and Borderline (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13559967) by saintsurvivor@saintsurvivors

Words: 12,622 and 3,488 Rating: Teen and Gen

As a person on the asexual spectrum, I value emotional intimacy over anything physical or sexual. These two fics introduce us to a barely hanging on Sam hiding his mental struggles from Dean, in desperate need of someone to catch him before he falls apart. The solution appears to him late at night in a mixture of "peppermint ozone and electric sheet-lightening that isn't". A beautifully intricate series.

*A Quantum of Solace by Celesma (https://archiveofourown.org/works/4843025/chapters/11093657)

Words: 72,900 Rating: Teen

Sam gets hit by a witch's shrinking spell. The focus on Sam and Cas's growing relationship and the way Cas tenderly takes care of tiny!Sam, forcing Sam to view Cas from a different perspective (literally), is really unique and defintely worth a read.

*Changing Everything by letmegeekatyou (@legacysam)(https://archiveofourown.org/works/2400254/chapters/5306708)

Words: 19,329 Rating: Teen

Set in an Alternate Universe, closed off Cas owns a well-kept bookstore next to a bakery run by an optimistic and bubbly Sam. With the help of Charlie and a small appearance by Anna, Sam attempts to help Cas deal with the PTSD from his military past and adjust to a life outside of his normal routine.

*Strength and Grace by posingasme (@posingasme)(https://archiveofourown.org/works/4495842/chapters/10221819)

Words: 46,082 Rating: Gen

Set in an alternate universe, Dean suffers permanent brain damage after an accident, forcing Sam to give up his dancing career to take care of him. Everything changes one night as Sam comes across an old, abandoned Church, and eventually meets a stranger who's a Slovak punk street artist named Cas. Beautifully intricate fic.

*Castopus; or Twenty-Thousand Leagues Out of the Sea by kidezt (https://kidezt.livejournal.com/11871.html)

Words: 8,934 Rating: Teen

Cas is accidentally turned into an octopus. Crack fic. Comedy gold. The way Sam delicately handles Cas and the new situation is a tribute to his character.

* Collaboration by posingasme (@posingasme) ((https://archiveofourown.org/works/3732256/chapters/8272111)

Words: 62,378 Rating: Teen (sexual content, homophobia, homophobic slurs, PTSD induced panic attacks)

In this AU, Sam is a counsoler at a LGBTQIA+ youth center, and Cas is a teacher across the street at the private Catholic school. When the two groups are forced to do a community project together, Sam and Cas find themselves growing closer to each other as Cas's past threatens to catch up with him. As a newly discovered Queer Catholic, I felt very reaffirmed by this fic. The results of the group project at the end were amazing.

* Plant Pathologist vs. Zombie Lawyers by Annie D (scaramouche) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/67321)

Words: 7,294 Rating: Teen

In this story, the Winchesters own a family farm, with Dean and Bobby as managers who hire Cas to oversee the land's well being. Will shy lawyer Sam work his way into the heart of bitter socially awkward entomologist Cas? Find out in this cute fic!

* Construction Site by posingasme (@posingasme)(https://archiveofourown.org/works/21466189/chapters/51156277)

Words: 21,134 Rating: Explict (PTSD, panic attacks, discussions of past rape/non con not between Sam and Cas, sexual content)

Sam is an ex miltary officer with severe PTSD from the things he saw and the people he left behind, working a simple construction job at a railroad company and just trying to stay relatively sane. When Sam finds a runaway teenage Jack in the woods and attempts to help him, it leads to Sam having a trauma-induced panic attack. It's Jack's father Cas who shows up to calm him down and take him back to their house to recover. Is it possible for Sam and Cas to save each other from their dark and tragic histories? Beautifully written, but very dark at some points so please heed the warnings.

* That's Two Stones with One Bird (Or a Flock, Actually) by senttothebrink (https://archiveofourown.org/works/1017451/chapters/2022718)

Words: 6,389 Rating: Teen

Drunk!Cas asks Dean advice on how to show Sam he loves him. Dean, being the kind of person he is, takes the opportunity to mess with Cas. No flamingos were harmed in the writing of this fic.

* Hush by posingasme (@posingasme) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/5350127/chapters/12354554)

Words: 20,008 Rating: Gen (mentions of sex, no sexual content)

In this teachers AU, Sam is a janitor at the high school where Dean teaches and coaches wrestling. Despite his struggles with selective mutism, Sam always an effort to speak to Cas, the cute, interesting, albeit messy, history teacher. Just two awkward nerds falling in love, featuring Dean as the protective older brother, with a side of asshole John. Did I mention I love this fic? Because wow <3

*Say Uncle by posingasme (@posingasme)(https://archiveofourown.org/works/10916496/chapters/24276216)

Words: 14,430 Rating: Gen (warning for repeated use of the r-word slur)

Can you tell I love this author? In this work, Sam is a patient and understanding therapist who volunteers to help an autistic Cas handle being the sudden caretaker of his typical teenage niece Claire after the death of Cas's brother and wife, but ends up finding a friend and falling in love at the same time. Having a social disability myself, I love how Sam treats Cas with respect from the first meeting, and is understanding and non judgemental about any glaring social mistakes Cas makes. The way Sam checks in with Cas to make sure he's comfortable at various points in their budding relationship makes me want to cry tears of joy. A heartwarming family fic to prove that sometimes the best family is the one you make for yourself.

* Misery and Happiness by OsirisApollo (https://archiveofourown.org/works/9817703/chapters/22044464)

Words: 11,511 Not rated

A very unique story that takes you into the mind of Cas as he struggles to comprehend the new human feelings he's experiencing around Sam, and how to convince Sam to love him back. Cas decides to take an intellectual approach to the situation, with humorously frustrating results, featuring helpful clueless Dean. It's adorable how much consideration and effort Cas puts into trying to court Sam. Very cute fic.

* Shelter by Fallynleaf (https://archiveofourown.org/works/6988315)

Words: 9,548 Rating: Teen

Set in a AU where Dean is the only one that ends up in purgatory, Sam and Cas are forced to deal with Dean's glaring absence by settling into a somewhat domestic situation when a chance encounter with a stray dog leaves them with an entirely new rescue mission, and finds Sam and Cas growing closer together in the process. The ending is a little abrupt and painful, but overall a very nice domestic tale.

* Wrap Your Roots All Around My Bones by ad_castra (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30763463)

Words: 7,250 Rating: Teen (descriptions of blood and violence in the beginning)

A rare look into a Queer Platonic-like relationship between Sam and Cas, where Cas comforts Sam after a bad day of hunting. Featuring bed sharing, cuddling, Sam's self worth issues, past trauma, caretaker Cas, Enochian, Cas's true form, and love confessions, this story is definitely one of a kind. Amazing.

* Hold Me Together by letmegeekatyou (@legacysam)(https://archiveofourown.org/works/1517732)

Words: 1,239 Rating: Gen

Sam and Cas have to to share a bed after a hunt, and find comfort in each other's touch. This is a simple one, but I really like the emphasis on the Sam and Cas feeling grounded and safe with each other. A beautiful example to showcase the point that intimate physical contact doesn't always lead to sex. Sometimes it's just nice to hold each other, and know someone's there for you when you need them to be.

* and each breath you take is a brand new beginning by occasionally_always (https://archiveofourown.org/works/31489967) (@bradygirlbloodfreak)

Words: 4,332 Rating: Gen

Sam and Cas talk about Sam's lack of body autonomy and Cage trauma, and Sam allows Cas to possess him in an attempt to feel comfortable with himself again. It's overwhelmingly respectful and compassionate in a way that Sam has never experienced before. Beautifully written.

*If Only In My Dreams by posingasme (@posingasme)(https://archiveofourown.org/works/13100787)

Words: 2,931 Rating: Gen

Drunk!Sam attempts a spell to make himself more desirable to Cas, then becomes upset when it apparently doesn't work. Sassy, self-depreciative Sam and patient, confused Cas to show Sam that sometimes the best things are hidden in plain sight. What a delightful little fic!

* a circle of quiet by Celesma (https://archiveofourown.org/works/1789261)

Words: 2,432 Rating: Teen (mentions of past trauma)

Another great example that platonic touches and kisses do wonders for the soul, especially a touch and intimacy-starved Sam who's self worth is the size of a pea. Luckily Cas is here to reassure him and give him all the love he needs.

* Rock, River, Tree series by posingasme (@posingasme) (https://archiveofourown.org/series/1013592)

Words: 15, 246 Rating: Teen-Mature

Posing does a great job addressing mental health issues in her fics, and this one is certainly no exception. In this two-part series, Sam struggles with manic depression and bipolar disorders, and it's up to his partner Cas and his brother Dean to stick with Sam through both the highs and lows of their chaotic lives. This story makes my heart ache in both a beautiful and tragic way for how much love and support Sam receives. Simply gorgeous.

*If you are an author who's story is on this list and you would like to be tagged, or you want me to review one of your works (Sastiel only, please!) , send me an ask or a DM*

50 notes • Posted 2021-07-01 23:21:49 GMT

#3

My latest creation for Sastiel Saturday is a piece entitled, "Nothing's Worth Losing You"

Heart: Oil Pastel

Cracks: Black Sumi Ink

Wings: Crayon

Grace and words: Acrylic

On watercolor paper

57 notes • Posted 2021-04-24 19:46:57 GMT

#2

Happy birthday to my sweet Willow! It's hard to believe it's been 4 years already! Here's to many more, full of laughter, love, and adventure!

67 notes • Posted 2021-05-19 16:41:37 GMT

#1

Absolutely believe Cas cards his fingers through Sam's hair after Sam wakes up from a nightmare as a means to ground him to reality. No I will not be taking criticism.

102 notes • Posted 2021-03-25 19:07:20 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

[dappercritter]

Once More Unto the Bre-er, Black, I Guess:

Quick Thoughts on that Pacific Rim Anime

Having given into my curiosity, I have decided to start watching Pacific Rim: The Black.

While, I am still skeptical of the significantly darker tone and how much farther they’ll take it before it becomes unwatchable, I am pleasantly surprised that that’s not all there is to it. The series is going to some bleak places, make no mistake, and this will no doubt turn off those who want lighter and more uplifting fare from their Pacific Rim content. But I was pleasantly surprised to see that the series has a good dose of heart and wit—with colour to boot! So far the series feels like an enjoyable blend of the pathos and heart of the first movie, with the escalated stakes and saturated colour and sense of humour of the sequel.

In a way it feels like a welcome change of pace and a course correction of sorts: It learns from the mistakes of Uprising while building on the foundation the original set in place.

The characters and story already have me engaged. Right from the get-go, you get a sense of how dire this fight is, being plunged right into the action at its most intense. You feel the stakes even before anything that serious has happened yet. The Travis family already shows a healthy balance of resolve, charm, and angst that even at it’s earliest, you can’t help but care for these folks. Hayley already strikes me as my favourite for her spunk and her soft-heartedness. Taylor is a bit rougher around the edges and can feel bit like a jerk at times, but he’s got just as much of a heart, and you quickly learn why it’s hardened.  Loa is already stealing the show, as you can imagine a snarky mecha AI would. The first training scene gets special mention just for how hilariously inspired it feels.

When the tragedy does strike—and believe me, friends, it strikes fast here—you will be caught off-guard. I won’t ruin the surprise because I don’t want to overhype it or spoil it for anyone who wants to watch it too, but in short, you are lulled in a sense of secure tranquility. You get the feeling that things aren’t so bad where the story starts off. You get to know the other characters just a little bit, but you get a real sense of connection between everyone. Then just as when things seem to be getting fun, things take a drastically dark turn. There is a shocking loss, that while sterile in some ways, makes it clear right off the bat, that no one is safe in this world and it sticks.

Ordinarily, I’m not one for tragedies, but after Polygon’s last giant monster-based sci-fi tragedy, the infamous Godzilla Earth anime trilogy, it feels like a drastic even welcome improvement. In Gen Urobochi’s controversial high sci-fi take on the King of the Monsters, you got a barebones story where everything was either inferred, vague, or explained in an almost unbearable level of technical detail. You never got to see things at their best, or got an idea of what there was to care about or fight for. There was virtually no sense of connection between anyone, or a feeling that this universe was lived in. The characters had no real personality, defined almost entirely by their archetypes and positions, and some looked almost indistinguishable from one another. Here, the writing, art direction, and character design, all come together to create an undeniable sense of life. That’s right: not only is this an improvement over a Pacific Rim movie, but it’s an improvement over three whole Godzilla movies from the same studio. (Although having a Western writing team who is more accustomed to character tics and interactions probably helped in that regard.)

That said, the art and animation do leave some things to be desired. Again, while Polygon is clearly improving in some areas, this is pretty standard fare for them. While the character designs are nicely made and the cinematography easy on the eyes, with some shots looking beautifully rendered that I mistook a CG character for a 2D one at least twice, there are still some framerate and composition problems that stick out like sore monster thumbs. While only momentary, I did notice that sometimes the framerates for character movement would jump from smooth for a shot or two and then return back to Polygon’s normal stiff one immediately after, and while the backgrounds are beautiful sometimes it easier to tell there are CG characters walking on 2D pictures than others. Especially when it looks like the they are literally walking on a flat service at an angle.

Moreover, while the kaiju and jaeger design continue to impress in Pacific Rim fashion, they do feel like they suffer from similar problems as Uprising had. The jaegers you see in the opening and the main jaeger, Atlas Destroyer included, continue the trend of smoother and more vibrantly coloured mechas in the vein of Striker Eureka and G Danger/Avenger than the more characterized, robotic designs of the original, and if not for Atlas’s striking colour scheme and unique status as an unarmed training jaeger, probably would not stand out from any of the others. The kaiju are all looking good—and come from rifts that open on the mainland rather than the ocean this time—with distinctive new outlines and even new species for some added peril, but they do lack the monstrous alien aesthetic of the original movie’s monsters in some places, but not enough so to bother you. Although you will be wondering when the Precursors (or whoever made them, because Boy, does this show raise some questions fast) thought straight-up giant shrink-wrapped Dobermans were they way to go when it came to picking off humans, or when they decided to experiment with their colour palette. Most jarringly though, while the show does it’s best to regain that sense of weight and scale Jaegers had in the original film, they still feel lighter and faster like in Uprising, but with Polygon’s suddenly fluid framerate and stiffer range of motion, it might just stick out more here.

The music is alright. I’m not a fan of the subdued opening title music. I get it supposed to set the mood for the dire and dramatic tone and while it does, it also feels strangely too serious for a show from a franchise with as much punch as Pacific Rim. The main titles themselves are alright too, but they’re nothing too special. There’s some cool imagery and the stills of kaiju fighting jaegers remind me of the opening and end credits of the first movie, but some of looks less rendered than other parts and a lot of it feels just bland. (In short, my thoughts have improved since I first saw it, but not by much.) The series soundtrack itself is fine—it has a somewhat similar feel to the films’ scores but it’s also has some stock cues sprinkled throughout. So not much to talk about at the moment. The end theme is pretty good, since it reminds me the most of the original movie’s main theme. Hopefully we’ll get more of that.

I think my biggest gripe is one that simply cannot be overcome. The name: Why is it just “The Black”? Race-related jokes and unfortunate implications aside, it is just dumb. Bland. Uninspired. It reeks of trying too hard to seem nuanced and dark, but it just makes sound like it will be generic grimdark pretentiousness. Which is especially damaging when that is clearly not the case here. Even in the story, it makes no sense. From what I can tell about the plot and world so far, there was literally nothing stopping them from calling it “The Blackout”, which would have just been so much more appropriate. And don’t tell me “Pacific Rim: The Blackout,” wouldn’t sound even cooler.

(Or perhaps “The Mucky-Muck,” but maybe that’s just my Tenacious D fan-brain speaking.)

TLDR; the show definitely has it’s flaws and I’m concerned how far they’ll take the darkness with the series, but it’s pleasantly surprised me in a lot of ways. I look forward to seeing where it goes.

[multiverseforger]

Victor Von Doom was born decades ago to a tribe of Latverian Romani people under the rule of an unnamed nobleman called the Baron. Victor's mother was witch Cynthia Von Doom who died by Mephisto's hand while Von Doom was young. His father, Werner, was the leader of the tribe and a renowned medicine man who kept his wife's sorceress life quiet in order to protect Victor from a similar fate. Soon after Cynthia's death, the Baron's wife grew incurably ill from cancer and Werner was called to the capital to heal her. When she succumbed to illness, the Baron labeled Werner a murderer and called for his death. Werner escaped with young Victor, having realized the night before the woman would die. He goes on to die of exposure on the mountainside, cradling the boy in a final embrace and giving him his garments to keep him warm. Victor survived and, on return to the Romani camp, discovered his mother's occult instruments and swore revenge on the Baron. Victor grew into a headstrong and brilliant man, combining sorcery and technology to create fantastic devices which would keep the Baron's men at bay and protect the Roma people. His exploits attracted the attention of the dean of Empire State University, who sent someone to the camp.[49] Offered the chance to study in the United States, Von Doom chose to leave his homeland and his love, Valeria, behind.

Once in the United States, Victor met fellow student and future rival Reed Richards, who was intended to be his roommate, but Von Doom disliked him and asked for another roommate. After a time, Victor constructed a machine intended to communicate with the dead, specifically his mother. Though Richards tried to warn him about a flaw in the machine, seeing his calculations were a few decimals off, Victor continued on with disastrous results, the machine violently failing with the resulting explosion seemingly severely damaging his face.[49] It is later revealed that Ben Grimm, a friend of Richards who despised Victor for his superior attitude, tampered with the machine. He would later blame himself for Doom's initial fall to villainy and rise to power, but never revealed this information to anyone.[50] Expelled after the accident, Victor traveled the world until he collapsed on a Tibetan mountainside. Rescued by a clan of monks, Victor quickly mastered the monks' disciplines as well as the monks themselves. Victor then forged himself a suit of armor, complete with an iron mask, but before the mask had finished cooling, Victor put it on permanently bonding it to his skin, and then took the mantle Doctor Doom.[49] As Doctor Doom, he would go on to menace those he felt responsible for his accident—primarily, Reed Richards of the Fantastic Four. He succeeded in leading a revolution to take over Latveria from the Baron, taking an interest in the welfare of the Roma.

In his first appearance, Doctor Doom captures the Invisible Girl, using her as a hostage so the Fantastic Four will travel back in time to steal the enchanted treasure of Blackbeardwhich will help him to conquer the world and rule it peacefully, but he is fooled by Reed Richards, who swaps the treasure with worthless chains.[51] Doom then forms an alliance with the Sub-Mariner, who places a magnetic device in the Baxter Building. However, Doom uses this to pull him and the Fantastic Four into space, thinking this will rid him of those capable of preventing him from assuming control of the world's governments; the Sub-Mariner gets to Doom's ship and returns the Baxter Building to New York, stranding Doom on an asteroid. Returning to Earth after learning the secrets of an advanced alien race, the Ovids, Doom accidentally exchanges consciousnesses with Mister Fantastic; Richards, inhabiting Doom 's body, switches the two back, and Doom ends up trapped in a micro-world when he is hit with a shrinking ray he had intended to use on the rest of the Fantastic Four.[52] Doom takes over this micro-world, but leaves after the Fantastic Four end his rule. He is then thrown into space when he attempts to prevent the Fantastic Four from leaving the micro-world.[53] Doom is saved by Rama-Tut, and he returns to Earth to destroy the Fantastic Four by turning each member against the other using a special berry juice. Richards outwits Doom by using the hallucinogenic juice against him. Doom, believing he has killed Richards in a test of willpower, departs certain of his victory and superior intelligence, although saddened.[54]

During the 1960s, Doom attempted to recruit Spider-Man into joining forces with him,[55]and he came into conflict with the Avengerswhen Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch illegally entered Latveria to find a long-lost relative of theirs.[56] He stole the Silver Surfer's powers in 1967, but lost them after breaching a barrier Galactus had set for the Surfer on Earth.[57][58]

During the 1970s, Doom branched out to more Marvel titles, with a battle between Victor Von Doom and Prince Rudolfo over control of the Latverian throne being featured in Astonishing Tales.[59] Doctor Doom also attempts to use the Hulk as his slave during two issues of The Incredible Hulk.[60] The character also made several appearances in the story arcs of Super-Villain Team-Up, starting in 1975, as well as appearances in Marvel Team-Up, beginning with issue #42 (February 1976). In August 1981, Doom also made an appearance in Iron Man when the two traveled to Camelot, where Stark thwarted Doom 's attempt to solicit the aide of Morgan le Fay into defeating King Arthur's forces with an army of revived warriors who were slain by the sword Excalibur; Doom swore deadly vengeance for that interference, which stranded him in the past - this vengeance had to be indefinitely delayed in the interest of returning to the present day.[61] A particularly detailed plan saw Doom ally with the Puppet Master to trap the Fantastic Four within the miniature artificial city of "Liddleville", their minds trapped inside tiny cybernetic, part-organic copies of their original bodies. However, Doom perverts what had been intended by the Puppet Master as a chance to give Alicia and Ben a normal life into a trap, deliberately disrupting Reed's connection to his copy to make it hard for him to concentrate while "Vincent Vaughn"- Doom's alias as he monitors the project- belittles him, and the Puppet Master eventually helps the FF learn the truth and escape Liddleville while trapping Doom in the android body he had used to monitor the FF.[62]

During John Byrne's run in the 1980s, Doom attempted to steal the cosmic powers of Terrax, but Doom's body was destroyed in the resulting fight between Terrax and the Silver Surfer.[63] Doom survived by transferring his consciousness to another human, and is returned to his original body by the Beyonder[64] (who had reached into the relative future to 'recruit' Doom for the conflict on Battleworld that the FF had participated in a few months ago from their perspective). While on Battleworld, Doom attempted and briefly succeeded in stealing the Beyonder's power, but it proves too vast for him to control and the disembodied Beyonder is able to take his power back.

When Franklin Richards was kidnapped by Onslaught, Doom joined the Fantastic Four, Avengers and the X-Men to battle Onslaughtin Central Park. An enraged Hulk was able to crack open Onslaught's shell. However, Onslaught remained as pure psionic energy, separated Hulk and Banner, planning to spread across the planet. Thor Odinsonplunged into Onslaught, trying to contain him. The Fantastic Four, the majority of the Avengers, and the Hulk-less Banner followed in short order, with Doom being forced to join the sacrifice when Iron Man tackled the villain into the energy mass. Thanks to this sacrifice, the X-Men finally managed to destroy Onslaught. Doom, the Fantastic Four, and the Avengers and Banner were believed dead but were instead saved by Franklin, who created a pocket dimension called Counter-Earth to keep them safe. After several months away, the missing heroes returned from Counter-Earth, except for Doom, who remained there for a time. Doom uncovers the secret power at the heart of the planet, an avatar of his arch-foe Reed Richards' son, Franklin, the super-powered youth who conjured this globe and left a bit of himself behind to guide it from within. Doom managed to convince the little boy to relinquish control of this world with little more than a few errant promises of a better life.

When Susan Richards experienced problems with her second pregnancy while Reed was away, Johnny contacted Doom for help, correctly guessing that Doom will be unable to pass up a chance to succeed where Reed failed (due to the complex events involving the then-recent resurrection of Galactus, this pregnancy is a 'repeat' of an earlier one where Sue miscarried). Doom not only saves Sue's daughter but also cured Johnny of a recent problem with his powers where Johnny was unable to 'flame off' without technological support after becoming overcharged with energy from the Negative Zone by channeling Johnny's excess energy into Sue to keep her alive. After the birth, Doom's only apparent condition for his aid is that he be allowed to name Sue and Reed's daughter, calling her 'Valeria' after his long-lost love. However, this inspires a new plan where Doom makes Valeria his familiar while seeking out her namesake as part of a deal with a trio of demons; by sacrificing his old lover, Doom is granted magical powers on the level he would possess if he had spent the past years studying sorcery rather than science.[65] With this new power, Doom trapped Franklin in Hell, immobilised Doctor Strange, and then neutralises the FF's powers, torturing the other three while taunting Reed by leaving him in his magical library, comparing it to giving a dog a road-map as he concluded that it would be impossible for Reed to master sufficient magical skill to be a threat to him.[66]However, Reed was able to release Doctor Strange's astral self from Doom's traps, allowing Strange to give Reed a sufficient crash-course in magic for Reed to free the rest of the team and trick Doom into angering his demonic benefactors, prompting them to take him to Hell.[67] Determined to ensure that Doom cannot be a further threat, Reed takes control of Latveria to dismantle all of Doom's equipment,[68] simultaneously subtly driving his family away so that he can trap Doom and himself in a pocket dimension so that he can make sure Doom never threatens anyone again.[69] However, this plan backfires when the rest of the team attempt to rescue Reed, resulting in Doom transferring his spirit into Sue, Johnny and Ben respectively, forcing Reed to kill his best friend to stop his greatest enemy.[70] Doom was returned to Hell, but Reed is later able to use the same machine Doom once tried to create to travel to Heaven and restore Ben to life.[71] Doom remained in Hell until Mjolnir falls to Earth after the events of Ragnarok as it creates a dimensional tear during its fall that allows Doom to escape, although he decides to focus on rebuilding his power base when he proves unable to even lift the hammer. The events of this were deleted from Marvel Comics continuity in the 2015 series Secret Wars.

Later, a Doombot was taken down by Reed Richards, Henry Pym, Iron Man, She-Hulk and others in New York City. Whether or not it was sent by Doom himself remains to be seen, as does his role in the overall conflict. Doom was not invited to the wedding of Storm and the Black Panther. However, he did send a present: an invitation to form an alliance with Latveria, using the Civil War currently going on among the hero community as a reason to quite possibly forge an alliance between their two countries. When Black Panther, on a diplomatic mission to other countries with Storm, did show up in Latveria, he presented them with a real present and extended another invitation to form an alliance with Black Panther. He demonstrated behavior very uncharacteristic of him, however, which may or may not become a plot point later. Panther spurned the invitation, detonating an EMP that blacked out a local portion of Latveria before Doctor Doom 's robots could destroy his ship. Later on, Doom is then shown collaborating with the Red Skull on a weapon which will only "be the beginning" of Captain America's suffering. Von Doom gave the Red Skull the weapon because the Red Skull gave Victor pieces of technology from an old German castle. The castle was owned by a "Baron of Iron" centuries prior, who had used his technological genius to protect himself and his people. The map the Red Skull used to find the castle bore a picture of Von Doom. Doom states that the technology the Red Skull gave him is more advanced than what he currently has and that he will become the Baron of Iron in his future; although he does not agree with the Red Skull's principles, the time paradox the situation causes forces him to comply. The Red Skull is currently in the process of reverse-engineering Doom's weapon for multiple uses, rather than the single use Doctor Doom agreed to.

At the end of the first chapter of the X-Men event Endangered Species, Doom is among the various geniuses that Beast contacts to help him reverse the effects of Decimation. He spurns Beast by stating that genetics do not number among his talents. In Spider-Man: One More Day, Doom was among those that Spider-Man contacts to help save Aunt May.[72] Doom also makes Latveria into a refugee camp for the Atlanteans following the destruction of their underwater kingdom[73] as well as becoming allies with Loki in his plot to manipulate his brother into unwittingly release his Asgardian allies.[74]

Doctor Doom later defends Latveria from the Mighty Avengers, following a revelation that it was one of Doom's satellites that carried the 'Venom Virus' released in New York City (which was actually hacked by an enemy of Doom).[75] In a battle with Iron Man and the Sentry, the time travel mechanism within his armor overloads, trapping Doctor and his opponents at some point in the past - Doom continues his relationship with Morgan le Fayusing his time machine.[76] He and Iron Man managed to get back to the present, but Doom has left Iron Man in his exploding castle. Despite his helping, Doom ended up falsely incarcerated at The Raft.

During the Secret Invasion storyline, Doom was among those who escaped the Raft when a virus was uploaded into its systems by the Skrulls. In the aftermath of the Secret Invasion, Doctor Doom became a member of the Dark Illuminati alongside Norman Osborn, Emma Frost, Namor, Loki's female form, and the Hood, intending to seek revenge on the world for falsely ruining his reputation. At the end of this meeting, Namor and Doom are seen having a discussion of their own plans that have already been set in motion.[77]

Doom soon allies himself with the isolationist group known as the Desturi to take control of Wakanda, attacking and wounding T'Challa, then the current Black Panther, maiming him enough to prevent him from holding the mantle again. Doom's main objective was to secure Wakanda's store of vibranium, which he could mystically enhance to make himself invulnerable. Doom was also a part of the group known as the Intelligencia after being captured to complete their plan. With the help of Bruce Banner, he escaped and returned to Latveria, damaged by this experience.

At the start of the Siege storyline, Doom was with the Cabal discussing the current problems with the X-Men and both Avengers teams. Doom demands that Osborn at once reverse his course of action against his ally Namor, to which Osborn refuses, saying that he and Emma Frost had "crossed the line" with him. Doom, loathing Thor and the Asgardians all the more due to his recent defeat at their hands, claims that he will support Osborn's "madness" should Namor be returned to him, but Osborn refuses. Osborn's mysterious ally, the Void, violently attacks Doom, and an apparently amused Loki tells the Hood that he should go, as there is nothing here for either of them, which the Hood, now loyal to Loki due to his hand in the restoration of his mystical abilities, agrees. However, it is revealed that "Doctor Doom" who had been involved with the Cabal was actually an upgraded Doctor Doombot, which releases swarms of Doctor Doombot nanites against the Cabal, tearing down Avengers Tower and forcing its denizens, such as the Dark Avengers, to evacuate. Osborn is rescued by the Sentry, who destroys the body. When Osborn contacts the real Von Doom, Victor informs him not to ever strike him again or he would be willing to go further.[33]

It has been revealed that the Scarlet Witch seen in Wundagore Mountain is actually a Doctor Doombot which apparently means that the real one has been captured by Doom sometime after the House of M event.[78] It is revealed that Wanda's enhanced powers were a result of her and Doom's combined attempt to channel the Life Force in order to resurrect her children. This proves to be too much for Wanda to contain and it overtook her. With Wiccan and Doom's help, they seek to use the entity that is possessing Wanda to restore the powers of mutantkinds. This is stopped by the Young Avengers (who are concerned at the fall-out that would ensue if the powerless mutants are suddenly re-powered) only to find out that Doom intended to transfer the entity into his own body and gain Wanda's god-like powers of re-writing reality for himself.[79]Doom becomes omnipotent with powers surpassing those of beings as the Beyonderor the Cosmic Cube. The Young Avengers confront him, but Doom accidentally kills Cassie just before Wanda and Wiccan stole his new-found powers.[80]

At the start of the story arc "Fantastic Four: Three", a guilt-ridden Doom felt that he needed to be "reborn" and was making plans to abdicate his throne and give it to Kristoff when Valeria teleported to his room unexpectedly asking for his assistance to help her father. Valeria quickly notices that Doom had suffered brain damage from his previous battle and is slowly losing his memories; she makes a deal with him to restore his mental capacities if he helps Reed and the Fantastic Four. Doom agrees to her proposition.[36]Later, Doom appears among those in attendance at Johnny Storm's funeral.[37]

Due to the agreement, Doom was recommended by Nathaniel and Valeria Von Doom to be a member of the Future Foundation.[38] Objecting, Thing attacks Doom out of anger, but the fight was stopped by Mister Fantastic and the Invisible Woman, who welcomes Victor to their group. When Valeria asks Victor if he has a backup for restoring his memories, he reveals that Kristoff Vernard is his backup. Afterward, Mister Fantastic, Spider-Man, Nathaniel, Valeria, and Victor head to Latveria to meet with Kristoff and request his help. Mister Fantastic sets up a brain transfer machine in order to help restore Victor's memories and knowledge, which is successful. When Kristoff wants to return the throne to him, Doom states that it is not time yet because of a promise he made to Valeria. When Mister Fantastic asks what promise Doom made to Valeria, Victor states that he made a promise to help her defeat Mister Fantastic when she calls for it.[39] Doom decides to hold a symposium on how to finally defeat Reed Richards. The Thing and the evolved Moloids give an invitation to the High Evolutionary. Dragon Man and Alex Power give an invitation to Diablo. Upon receiving an invitation from Spider-Man, Mad Thinker is convinced to take part in the event. Bentley 23 even gives an invitation to his creator, the Wizard, along with two A.I.M. lieutenants. However, it is subsequently revealed that the 'Richards' they have been invited to defeat are actually members of the "Council of Reeds" (alternate versions of Reed who were trapped in this universe by Valeria a while back, possessing Reed's intellect while lacking his conscience).[81] While Spider-Man and Invisible Woman make sandwiches for the kids, Mister Fantastic, Victor, Valeria, and Nathaniel Richards meet with the supervillain geniuses and Uatu the Watcher about what to do with the Council of Reeds.[82]

Around this time, Von Doom performed brain surgery on the Hulk to separate him from Bruce Banner, extracting the uniquely Banner elements from Hulk's brain and cloning a new body for Banner, in return for a favor from the Hulk.[83] This clone is killed soon afterward.[84]Later, Doom is apparently killed by the Mad Celestials.[85] With no knowledge as to how he survived, Doom awakens in the ruins of the Interdimensional Council of Reeds, where Valeria had left him a present: the full army of lobotomized Doctor Dooms from alternate realities who were previously captured by the Council, along with two Infinity Gauntlets from alternate universes. With these resources, Doom created the Parliament of Doom, an interdimensional council charged with maintaining peace across the multiverse.[86]He later returned to again rule Latveria, upon ruling the council for a millennium.[87] An ill-fated excursion into the alternate universe of the one of Infinity Gauntlets resulted in Reed and Nathaniel Richards rescuing Doom from his own council.[88]

During the a confrontation between the Avengers and the X-Men, Doom allies with Magneto and others against Red Skull's Red Onslaught form.[89] In an attempt to atone for past misdeeds, Doom absorbs the Scarlet Witch reality-altering powers and resurrects the dead Cassie Lang, whom he had accidentally killed.[90] He subsequently makes a Faustian deal with an unspecified demon to resurrect Brother Voodoo.[91] After returning to normal, Doom is taken into captivity for his initial killing of Lang.[92]

With the final Incursion imminent during the Secret Wars storyline, Doom usurps the power of the Beyonders with the aid of Doctor Strange and the Molecule Man,[40] collecting what he can of the destroyed multiverse and forming a new Battleworld consisting of different alternate realities. He also assumes the role of God and claims complete dominion of this new world and its inhabitants, controlling them into thinking he was always the almighty force of creation; he takes Sue as his wife, Franklin and Valeria as his children, condemns the Human Torch to be the sun and Ben Grimm to be the Shield wall, and rewrites his own history to resurrect the majority of those whose deaths he caused. Richards and a ragtag collection of heroes and villains that survived the destruction of all universes challenge Doom and, with the help of Molecule Man, are able to take his power and restore the multiverse. Opting to heal rather than harm, Reed finally uses the Beyonder's power to heal Doom's face.[41]

In the All-New, All-Different Marvel, Doom returns to Latveria where he saves Tony Starkby incapacitating a group of Latverian rebels with a sonic attack.[42] Doom reveals to Tony that he is a new man and wishes to help, giving the latter one of the Wands of Watoomb to keep safe from Madame Masque. When more rebels arrive, Doom teleports Iron Man to the Bronx Zoo.[43]

Doom finds Iron Man again and teleports the two to the Jackpot Club in Chicago to confront Madam Masque.[44] Discovering that Madame Masque is displaying symptoms of demonic possession, Doom has Tony trap her in the Iron Man Armor then proceeds to exorcise the demon from her. Doom disappears before Tony regains consciousness.[45] Doom appears once again and interrupts Tony's breakfast date with Amara. Doom is trying to prove to Tony that he has changed and is trying to correct the mistakes he has made, explaining that he has arrived to check up on Tony and see if he is suffering from any side-effects from being in the presence of an exorcism. Tony still refuses to trust him after what he has done and Doom leaves once again.[46]

Following the defeat of Tony Stark at the hands of Captain Marvel at the conclusion of Civil War II, Doom discovers his calling. Remembering his dissatisfaction as a God, Doom decides that it was his role to help heal the world. Inspired by Stark, and informing his A.I. duplicate that he intends to establish Stark's legacy, Doom fights for his unique brand of justice as the third Iron Man, and later comes into conflict with Mephistodisguised as The Maker, the evil Ultimate Universe version of Reed Richards.[47] Doom goes on to join the Avengers, and later conceives a child with Dr. Amara Perera.[48]Doom's sudden change sparked grievances that resulted in a group of villains, led by the Hood, to join forces to take him down.[93]After the villains besieged Doom several times, the final battle occurred when the Hood attempted to take over Stark Industries, which happened not long after Stark had secretly recovered from his injuries. Tony confronted the Hood and stumbled into Victor. Doom took on the Hood and the unidentified demon possessing him one-on-one, and his face was severely burned by the demon in the process. Following the villains' defeat, Victor retreated to the ruins of Castle Doom.[94]

Later, a young woman named Zora Vokuvic breaks into Castle Doom demanding to see Doctor Doom. She makes it past the many Doombots that guard the palace before finally confronting Doom himself. She tells him that Latveria has been overrun with dictators and opportunists since he left and that the nation needs its leader back. Initially rejecting Zora's pleas for help, showing her his grotesquely scarred face in the process, Victor finally agrees when she refuses to give up and hands him his iconic mask, telling him that Latveria needs its true champion. Taking the mask, Doom ventures out into Latveria, quashing the civil war that is apparently raging and vowing to fix the country with his own strength – summoning magical energy as he does.[95]

[iezzern-ao3]

Something Like Love

Read on AO3

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Throne of Glass Series - Sarah J. Maas

Relationship: Aedion Ashryver/Dorian Havilliard

Characters: Aedion Ashryver, Dorian Havilliard

Additional Tags: Dirty Talk, Loss of Virginity, First Time, Coming of Age, smut in chapter 2, Feminization

Language: English

At the very adult age of nine, Dorian considered himself poised and clever. He was mature and proper, able to look at things with an objective view and did not let his emotions get the better of him. That was until he’d met Prince Aedion Ashryver.

(Smut doesn't start before Dorian is 17)

Chapter 1 under the cut

Dorian always told himself he was a sensible child.

At the very adult age of nine, Dorian considered himself poised and clever; far above the expertise of other nine-year-olds. He was mature and proper, able to look at things with an objective view and did not let his emotions get the better of him. That was until he’d met Prince Aedion Ashryver.

The Prince was an infuriating piece of work, teasing and taunting at every turn, as if he’d never learned proper manners. He was thirteen, the same age as Chaol, and that was even more infuriating. Mainly due to the fact that Aedion liked to lord his age over Dorian like Dorian was less proper because of his young age.

The worst part of it was the fact that Dorian never could think straight when Aedion teased him. He’d have a sarcastic reply on his tongue and then his voice would die, a furious blush replacing it. Usually, Chaol would be around to throw an insult back, but when Dorian was on his own, he usually got treated to Aedion’s smug smirk.

Even with all of Aedion’s bad points, Dorian could never stop himself from anticipating every visit he would have. There was a certain feeling he got whenever the Prince was close by, a kind of rush through his head and a burning through his body.

It was what made it impossible to answer the arrogant prick.

“You lost your tongue, Princeling?” Aedion would laugh and Dorian would blush and stutter until Chaol came to rescue him. Aedion would throw a smile over his shoulder when he left, stirring something in Dorian’s chest.

And then there’s one month until Aedion is coming to Rifthold next and Dorian has set himself a goal to actually talk to him without stuttering, He’s paced his room for hours now, practicing comebacks and lines. He’d outgrown the embarrassment of talking to himself days ago.

Then the maid had opened the door, carefully, and told him that his father was preparing to go out on a campaign. Two weeks later the news had come. Terrasen had fallen to Adarlan forces. The King and Queen were dead, along with their young daughter Aelin. Dorian felt a short flash of pain at that. Even if she’d been borderline annoying, the young princess had taken a special place in his heart.

Instead of expressing this, though, he just asks “What about Aedion?”

The maid draws her lips in a thin line, and Dorian shrinks at her disapproval. “Lost on the front lines, they say,” she answers, short and clipped. Dorian blinks, wringing his hands. “Oh,” he says, voice weak. He doesn’t know why he suddenly feels so heavy. He quickly puts on a mask, knows that the maid will report to his father.

“Fetch me Chaol,” he says, “I want to go out riding”

Chaol doesn’t comment as they ride across the fields but puts his hand on Dorian’s shoulder when they come back from the stables. Dorian doesn’t understand why he feels so comforted by it; why he’s so upset.

Three years pass. Dorian grows up as much as he can.

He’s twelve when he witnesses his first execution. His mother had protested it loudly enough that Father had sent her away for the last few days. Dorian tries to not make up his thoughts about it; knows that his father will act if he shows any distaste. Dorian lowers his eyes as fast as he can, tries to show respect to the woman’s sobbing husband.

“Drag the filth away,” his father’s rough voice echoes through the hall. The man is dragged away, crying out for his wife. Dorian starts to forge a plan, doesn’t want to stand on the side and watch while is father commits cruelties.

“Is there anyone else who wants to bring matters to the king?” Chaol asks, and Dorian knows he’s the only one who can hear the strain in his voice. To present the King’s matters is a huge honour, of course, but Chaol sounds more like he doesn’t even want that honour.

The Captain of Adarlan’s main army steps forward, cloak dragging on the floor behind him. Callum Selrion, Dorian remembers after a few seconds, that’s his name. He’s greying, his body lagging with age. Father will replace him soon, Dorian knows.

“The raids up North have been more successful, my King,” the old man says, “And we have a few men to thank for it, I would like for them to get the acknowledgment”

Some of the Court people laugh and titter at that. In their opinion, lowly men of the army don’t deserve acknowledgment from the King himself. Why should the King bother with men who haven’t washed in days and will live the rest of their lives surrounded by stinking tents and horse-shit?

None of them have seen even a glimpse of war.

And yet they brag about its profits.

Dorian wants to tell the Guard to shut them up. Father needs to please them, however, and can’t shoot them down. Dorian opens his mouth before Father can even think of what to say.

“Of course, Captain Selrion,” he says, and almost cringes at how thin and plain young his voice sounds compared to the men’s, “My father would love to acknowledge the brave men who fight to keep us proud and safe”

The court grows silent and ashamed at Dorian’s words. Captain Selrion smiles, tipping his head in thanks. Dorian’s father rights himself in his throne, clearing his throat. “Bring forth the soldiers then,” he says, voice hard. Dorian’s blood runs cold. Father never gives in this easily and when he does, it's with an air of amusement. There’s something he’s not seeing. Something Father is holding over him. Dorian’s actions might just backfire on him.

The Captain flicks his hand and some soldiers step forward. Dorian’s breath stops in his throat. His hand tightens in the material of the cape it’s resting on. Father is looking at him, searching for a reaction. Dorian tries to stay passive.

He’s gotten taller, and bigger; his muscles grown larger. His hair is still a glowing golden, windswept down to his shoulders, stark against his winter-sun-darkened skin. His eyes scan over Dorian and his father with such intensity, such confidence. Dorian rakes his brain. Aedion is about sixteen now.

And now, with his slightly older body and mind, Dorian suddenly understands his previous reactions to Aedion. He squirms slightly, blush dusting his cheeks. Father snorts, leaning back in his throne. Dorian shifts and averts his eyes, trying to ignore Father.

Dorian’s eyes connect with Chaol and his friend arches an eyebrow, nodding towards Aedion. Dorian blushes even harder. It’s a relief that only Chaol knows him well enough to understand what his reaction means. He’s been around Dorian enough when he’s stuttered flatterings to pretty girls.

Aedion catches his eye again. He’s knelt down, bowing his head to Father, hair tumbling over his shoulder and catching shine from the light. Dorian wants to run his fingers through it.

The Court murmurs around them and Dorian just hopes it’s not about him and his embarrassing display. Father gives his acknowledgments and the soldiers accept them, Aedion a bit more forced than the others, Dorian notes. “Son, would you be so kind and show the soldiers to their chambers?” Father asks. Payback for making him give them acknowledgments.

Dorian gives him a curt nod, masking his anger, and rises from his throne. One of the young ladies leans over and whispers something to her friends behind her hand as he passes. Captain Selrion shakes his hand as he approaches. It makes Dorian beam with pride until he hears his father’s half-concealed laughter behind him.

Dorian lowers his head, tears burning in his eyes, and quickly walks out of the hall, the soldiers rising to follow him.

Halfway out the door, Chaol catches up with him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t let it affect you,” he murmurs, and Dorian takes what little comfort he can find in it. His hand, however, is knocked away by Aedion’s—as the soldier wraps his arm around Dorian’s shoulder. Chaol’s eyes immediately go cold.

“How’s life at court been treating you, Princeling?”

Aedion’s voice hits his eardrum hard and sends a ringing noise echoing through his head. Dorian jerks back, glaring. He begs the gods that Aedion hadn’t seen the tears. He never would’ve been able to live down the shame of it.

“Certainly better than those years in war camps has treated you,” he answers with a hiss. Aedion looks shocked for a small, euphoric moment and then he throws his head back and laughs. His friends follow. Dorian’s cheeks redden again.

“You’ve built quite the spine then, Princeling?” Aedion teases, arching an eyebrow at his friends and inviting them to tease. Dorian quickly shrugs him off, but his boot catches in Aedion’s cape and he, with as much grace as he can muster, stumbles backwards into Chaol’s chest.

Chaol’s hands immediately come out to steady him, but the damage is already done. Aedion and his friends are laughing and Dorian’s cheeks are flaring. Dorian turns on his heels and drags Chaol with him, steps as determined as he can get them. The bastards can find their rooms on their own.

Aedion calls out his name from behind, but Dorian can’t bring himself to turn around. Chaol’s hand slips to the small of his back, comforting. Dorian leans back into it, fisting his hands. It takes him three turns and two flights of stairs to finally calm down. His cheeks return to their normal colour and heat. The tremors stop going through his hands.

He breathes out.

And in.

And out

again.

“That,” Chaol comments, “was a disaster”

Dorian breathes a laugh but doesn’t comment on it further. He leans heavily against the wall, running a hand through his hair.

Father is going to be furious with him, but he can’t bring himself to actually care. It wasn’t only the complete and utter humiliation at embarrassing himself in front of the Terrasen prince, it was the fact that it was the Terrasen prince. Dorian knew, deep down, that his thundering heart wasn’t only due to the embarrassment, either, but he was willing to keep that knowledge to the utter bottom as long as it was required.

Chaol quirks an eyebrow but stays mercifully silent. That stare, though, is enough to make Dorian squirm. “Shut up,” he hisses, without any true malice. “Didn’t say anything,” Chaol teases, a hint of a smile tugging at his mouth.

Dorian groans and readies himself to slide down along the wall and curl up into a ball on the floor. Chaol grabs him by the waist and pulls him up again. Dorian immediately slumps forward to rest his head on Chaol’s shoulder. Chaol stiffens for two seconds while he checks if anyone is there to see.

It’s only Dorian that is allowed to act like this towards Chaol. Anyone else gets turned away with either a snarl or mild distaste. Dorian cherishes the fact, even though he really shouldn’t.

“We can’t just leave them to their own devices,” Chaol sighs after a considerable amount of time. Dorian whines low in his throat. “I know,” Chaol answers, a hand coming up to stroke through Dorian’s windswept curls, “But you have to”

Only Chaol.

With a determined huff, Dorian shoves himself off his friend and starts a confident walk down the hallway. “Good luck,” Chaol calls out from behind him.

The gods know he’ll need it.

Read Chapter 2 HERE

[treasure-mimic]

Part 2 of this series and my personal favorite to get in. Toxtricity is a mid-range spacer that abuses large disjointed hitboxes and projectiles to force the opponent to play his game rather than playing around the opponent. When crouching, Toxtricity gets on all fours an gains a very low profile that makes him much harder to hit, and can even crawl around without rising too much. That said, if the opponent can get in, Toxtricity has a fall speed good for comboing and can get killed rather easily if he can’t regain momentum.

Additionally, Toxtricity utilizes his Amped and Low-Key forms as a stance system that he can freely switch between. While Amped, Toxtricity is faster and is capable of racking up quick damage but struggles to kill. While Low-Key, Toxtricity is less mobile and has more startup on his attacks, but kills easier.

Normals

A - Toxtricity burps, a purple cloud popping out from his mouth. If not cancelled, this jab has a lot of endlag.

AAA - Toxtricity burps and then idly scratches at his chest, creating short ranged sparks right in front of him as a rapid jab. To finish, he strums once to launch the opponent, though not particularly far.

>A - Toxtricity swipes with its gangly arms, with a lazy looking backhand-slash-chop.

^A - Toxtricity hunches over slightly and the sparks on its head burst for a moment. A goo launcher that can kill at very high percents.

vA - It whips with its tongue, going forward a full character width. This move pops up but has low knockback, making it a good combo starter.

Dash - A rough and tumble shoulder bash. Obviously not as strong as Ganondorf’s beastly tackle, but with similar mechanics, starting out strong with a good launcher move, and ending weaker with an attack that just pops the opponent into the air slightly.

Grab

A very simple and basic grab, Toxtricity holds the opponent by their collar with one fist cocked back.

Pummel - Jabs the opponent in the face. When Amped, can throw out quite a few of these before having to throw. Low-Key pummels much slower.

Forward Throw - Toxtricity tosses the opponent onto the ground, then sends them flying with a kick.

Backwards Throw - Yanks the opponent back towards himself while sticking his leg out. Kills while Low-Key.

Up Throw - Throws the opponent up onto his back where the sparks across his spine burst up. Amped hits multiple times but doesn’t launch well, where Low-Key hits a single time that can kill at high percents.

Down Throw - Pushes the opponent onto the ground and puts one foot on them, then strums at their chest, creating a shockwave that sends them flying forward, as well as knocking back any other opponents close by.

Aerials

A - Curls up into a ball an spins in the air, the energy across its back bursting up. While Amped this attack multi-hits and drags down. While Low-Key it has a bigger hitbox and knocks the opponent away.

>A - Strums at his chest once, creating a short-ranged soundwave in front of him. Kills at high percents when Low-Key.

<A - Pushes his shoulders back and the energy across his back bursts out. Can kill early while Low-Key, kills at high percents while Amped.

^A - Performs a bicycle kick overhead that launches a strong distance. While Low-Key it launches straight up, while Amped it launches straight back behind Toxtricity.

vA - Stomps down with one foot. Spikes in both forms, though Low-Key’s is stronger.

Smashes

Forward Smash - Toxtricity strums his chest while headbanging, creating a very large circle of sound waves in front of him that goes about as wide as Duck Hunt’s fsmash goes far. While most of the shockwave does low damage for an fsmash, if the headbanging also connects, it deals nearly double the damage and knockback. Amped Toxtricity has quick startup and combos into itself three times before launching. Low-Key Toxtricity takes longer (though still not as long as other big fsmashes like Snake’s or Ganon’s) but only has one hit.

Up Smash - Similar to forward smash, but Toxtricity bends back and strums, sending the shockwaves straight up while pumping his fist rocking the devil horns. Amped hits three times, Low-Key hits once, and the pumping fist is the hitbox that deals extra damage.

Down Smash - Similar to the other two smash attacks, but Toxtricity bends forward straight down and strums while stomping with his forward foot, creating a wide shockwave that hits on either side. Amped hits three times, Low-Key hits once, and the stomping foot is the hitbox that deals extra damage.

Specials

B - Gunk Shot - Toxtricity starts strumming at his chest, charging an attack. The longer he charges, the farther back he leans and the more he gets into his strumming. When the button is pressed again, Toxtricity leans forward, opens his mouth, and shoots out a large wad of toxic, purple gunk. When Amped, the shot is arrow shaped and shoots forward until despawning at a certain distance, able to tear through other projectiles, similar to Wolf’s blaster shot or Hero’s Frizzle. When Low-Key, the shot is a simple orb that flies forward but quickly drops, and when it hits the ground it explodes into a large hitbox that launches hard and kills at high percents. The longer the charge, the more damage, knockback, and distance is added. Both forms are able to shield cancel and store their charges.

>B - Acid Spray - Toxtricity strums once at his chest, sending out a spray of purple droplets. The attack has a wide range, both horizontally and vertically, though the farther away from Toxtricity the more the droplets fall off, and multi-hits as well as inflicting a damage over time condition similar to Joker’s Eiha. While Amped, the spray is aimed slightly downward with a more compact distance between drops, giving it less range but doing more damage, and it does strong shield damage as well. While Low-Key, the spray is aimed straight forward, giving it more distance, but the droplets farther apart, hitting less, and doing less shield damage, but the lingering poison damage is amplified.

^B - Volt Switch - Toxtricity coats his entire body in electricity and shoots upward at a slightly adjustable angle (only just up to a right angle in either direction, no more) that knocks away any opponent that touches him but doesn’t protect from projectiles. Amped travels farther but hits weaker, while the opposite is true for Low-Key. If the button is held, Toxtricity continues flying but curves mid-air to shoot straight back. This makes the move good at edgeguarding, as Toxtricity can fly out and then fly back in without much hassle or leaving himself open. Or, because this move doesn’t put Toxtricity into freefall (though it does eat up his jumps), he can fly out towards the blastzone to try and push the opponent there and then hit them out while self-destructing.

vB - Shift Gear - Toxtricity changes between Amped and Low-Key. There’s very little animation to this attack so it can’t be punished easily. The sparks on Toxtricity’s head can alternate and reveal that they were hiding the other form’s head horns. The warts on his chest sink in and then pop back out in their new arrangement. The changes should be as least obvious as possible but still easily readable from a distance.

Final Smash - G-Max Stun Shock

Toxtricity Gigantamax’s into Giga-Toxtricity, appearing in the background similar to Giga Bowser. He pulls a guitar made of electricity out of the crackling energy on its back and holds it overhead. The player is then given a reticle that they can move left and right across the stage, adjusting Giga-Toxtricity’s aim. When a button is pressed, Giga-Toxtricity swings its guitar down, cleaving through the whole stage and sending anyone he hits flying away before shrinking back down to normal size.

[prorevenge]

I got back at my homophobic father by pretending to have a boyfriend and bringing him over for Christmas dinner, causing him to freak out and lose himself in front of the whole family.

Ever since I can remember I have been completely and utterly under the thumb of my father. All of us have been, us being me, my younger brother, little sister and my mother. My father is a raging asshole. A male chauvinist, over the top macho type of guy. And I’ve always been the victim, growing up, of his dislike. Because I didn’t really fit in with his image of ‘the ideal son’. I was, for lack of a better word, a bit of a girly boy growing up. I wanted nothing more than to dance and frolic around in dresses.

When I was four or five, my mother had this big box of dress-up clothes. She brought it down from the attic and I immediately picked out the prettiest, frilliest golden colored dress I could find. I pranced around in it and declared myself a princess. And that I was now a girl. This went on for a few months, but strictly during the day when my father was away at work. I watched ballet videos with my mother, a soft-spoken and open-minded woman who worked part time as a social worker in those days. I was happy. Careless.

My father was, and is, an authoritarian figure. Had himself legally emancipated at an early age just so he could join the army ahead of time. After three years in the army he left as a lower level officer and started a career as a seaman. He was a captain when he and my mother met and had me. Later he left his naval career and became a traveling salesman. Think Don Draper, if Don Draper was a 6’4” Western European man with curly greying hair and piercing blue eyes. I’ve always found him incredibly intimidating and I think my mother did too.

Anyway, long story short… he came home early one day. He saw me in my dress and told me in an icy cold voice: “Go and take that of. After you take it off, go sit on the sofa.”

So, I took it off. Little hands trembling. Next, he summoned my mother into the room. Demanded to know “what the hell she had been doing to his boy”. I’ve never seen a person shrink so much so quickly. I myself was like a little tiny fly on the wall at this point, barely present.

He took the box with clothes up to the attic. Put a lock on it and informed us that we were not to touch it “until my wife gives me a daughter”. It stayed there on the attic, untouched, until my sister was born ten years later.

My father took more of an interest in my upbringing after this point. He took me to see navy ships, races, made me go on a martial art. He seemed determined to “make a man out of me” and in some ways he succeeded. One thing he allowed me to do was keep my hair long. Knowing I was bullied at school for it and wanted at times to cut it off for that reason. He insisted I kept the long hair, face the bullies and beat the shit out of them every time they called me a girl, to “show them how much of a girl I was”. I did just that. It toughened my up, in some way. But it also damaged me in other ways.

By the time I went to college, I had grown into a pretty normal dude. I wasn’t gay, I wasn’t even a crossdresser although deep down inside I still had those urges. I tried desperately to fit in and be what he wanted me to be but… I also grew more and more resentful. In college I made a lot of different friends. Including some guys, I met in an acting class we both took. One of them was pretty much your typical ‘flaming and fabulous’ type of guy. He was as over-the-top gay as my father was over-the-top straight. I told him one night when we’re drinking about my upbringing and my terrible father. And my friend, let’s call him Paul, suggested I should “get back at him”. I asked him how. Basically, why not pretend like I was gay?

But not just, say it over the phone or something. Or even to my father’s face in person. No, much better… I’d hint for weeks in advance about “having met somebody” and “being in a relationship”. I’d say it was a girl. I would ask if I could bring ‘Paula’ over for dinner. At Christmas. When the whole family would be there. And I’d arrive at the house with ‘Paul’ instead. So I did exactly that. I went to the house, at Christmas. Dressed to the nines. I told my father and mother that “Paula was caught up, she’s about to come. I’ll just open the door”. So I sat down with my family. Cousins. Uncles, aunts. My grandparents, just as conservative as my father.

Waited a while. Heard the door and rushed to open it. Walked into the living room where everyone was gathered and introduced Paul. My boyfriend. I’ve never seen a room go so quiet. People literally gasped for air. My sister, brother and mother looked both scared and amused, but everyone else was in shock, my father seething… he just completely lost it. Right in front of everyone. Veins bulging in his neck to the point where they looked like they were about to pop. He told me to leave. Ordered me, essentially. My grandparents urged him not to make a scene but he made one. I just replied calmly how he should do it. Call the police and explain the situation to them. I knew he never would; he knew some of the officers well; it wasn’t a call he would be willing to make and it wasn’t a situation he was willing to explain. I called his bluff and he just… sank. Like he shrank before my eyes. My mother and grandmother had to calm him down. He walked out of the room, defeated. I just stood there, not believing my own eyes. I finally felt free. Like I didn’t give a fuck anymore. He had scared me for so many years, terrified me, and now I could see him for the caricature he really was. It felt amazing.

Paul and I stayed the whole evening. He played his part perfectly. He eventually managed to charm some of my aunts and even my grandmother, who told me unironically how she was glad “I found such a delightful man” and that he reminded her of her favorite TV character, “Mr. Humphreys from ‘are you being served’, such a doll!” My father later came back to the room. Sat in a corner, sulking, refusing to meet my gaze. He drank too much whiskey. My mother kept talking to him in a hushed tone of voice, and he kept making a ‘go away’ gesture with his hand.

I stayed away from home for a while. I’ve already explained to everyone how it had been a prank. How I had to make a point and get back at my father for how he had treated me. Pretty much everyone sympathized. I didn’t lose anyone in my family over what happened. But my father lost a lot of respect in people’s eyes, I feel. He was always in control of things, he always directed the scene, but now he doesn’t anymore. I do my own thing. My sister does her own thing. He cannot order people around anymore. And I feel like a fool for ever letting him. I can now wear whatever the hell I want to wear, enjoy whatever hobbies I want to enjoy and nothing changes. He threatened to disinherit me that night. He threatened a lot of things but in the end, something inside him just broke. All of my relationships since have been with women, and I have since married and had children of my own. My younger brother came out as gay eventually, but by that time my now aging father had mellowed down somewhat and as he already has grandchildren and his legacy is thus “secured”, he didn’t seem to mind much. It helps that my brother is a muscular gymrat and that they can bond over sports, more then my father and I ever did. But whenever the subject of sexuality comes up my father is still incredibly awkward. I don’t think it will ever change. But I feel my ‘revenge’ has been pretty successful in the end. (source) (story by Frownagay)

[vulcan-highblood]

Fashion God - Part 1

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia / My Hero Academia

Pairing: Gen??  Characters: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Summary: Izuku desperately wants to be a fashion designer, but can’t find a model who will wear his clothes. Izuku is shocked when a crude blonde boy mysteriously appears in his room to “help” him achieve his dream. It can’t possibly be that simple! [A/N:  This turned out longer than expected. I basically did a timed-write, and here’s what I came up with in an hour. I’m planning to go back and finish this with another timed write or two, so for now, enjoy part 1.  This story was prompted by a lovely anon, but I did adapt it slightly to fit the idea I ended up having. I hope you enjoy it! It’s a pretty out-there AU, but I’m happy with it.]

Midoriya Izuku loved fashion. He loved it more than life itself, as could be attested by the deep bags under his eyes and his poor fingers, which had been stabbed by needles so many times that he was pretty sure he had built up scar tissue. Izuku wanted nothing more than to make it big in the fashion world, but he was from a small town in the middle of nowhere. He read all the magazines, watched videos of his favorite designers, and used whatever materials he could get his hands on in his backwater town. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find anyone to wear his clothes. He’d offered to sew for his mom, he’d offered to make costumes for the school festival, he’d tried countless times to get anyone to model for him, but the only person he’d ever found that was willing to wear his clothes was… well, himself.

It wasn’t fair, but that was the way the world worked, sometimes. He just needed some way to get attention! Once he could capture the hearts and imaginations of the fashion world, he’d be able to share his vision with the world. But for now, he sewed alone in his room, wishing things could be different.

And then, he saw the announcement. Yagi Toshinori, the designer who created the world’s current top brand, AllMight, was looking for an intern. But rather than go to the fashion schools, he was opening the internship up to anyone willing to submit a fashion line that they felt embodied who they were as an artist, and submitted photos online. It was his chance! But Izuku found himself facing the same challenge as always - no models. 

Despite the setback, Izuku decided he’d just model all the clothes himself. That would be fine, right? It wouldn’t be as nice as he’d like, but hopefully his clothes would speak for him. Throwing himself into his work, Izuku began researching, trying to decide what his theme would be. AllMight’s designer, Yagi, had urged competitors to “make their story”, and tell him something only they could share. Izuku wasn’t sure how he could do that, but he thought that trying to tell a story would be interesting. He just had to decide what story that would be.

Google told him that story writing was all about writing from experience. But Izuku had only just graduated middle school, he didn’t have much in the way of life experience to share. Still. He had been rejected, frustrated, and abandoned at every turn by people who claimed to support his dream but were never really willing to put in the work to help him. He knew what it felt like to be abandoned or forgotten. Sometimes, facing this challenge made him feel like a lone warrior, staring down a terrible horde of demons.

So he decided trying an interpretation on “old and new”, drawing on inspiration from old Japanese mythology, artistic motifs, and fashion. There was lots there - beautiful angles, layers on layers, coarse fabrics and smooth silk, princesses, castles, warriors, generals… He spent hours poring over his history textbooks from school, then any books he could find on ancient lore. He looked at books of art, trying to get a feel for the way clothes and fashion had developed in ancient Japan. He began to draw up designs for how to transition these looks from ancient Japan to the modern-day catwalk. He pinned, he sketched, he wandered through museums, and borrowed library books, throwing himself into the design process with fervor. 

He prayed as he worked, begged any god that might be listening to please, please let him win this contest, let his designs show enough potential, let him be enough, let him finally leave his small town behind and show his ideas on a world stage.

He needed a miracle to pull this off.

“Do you know how much a miracle fucking costs these days, kid?” came a drawling voice from behind him.

With a shriek of terror, Izuku dropped his sketchbook and whirled around to face the strange figure that was standing in the middle of his bedroom. “Who are you?” he demanded, shrinking back in his chair. “What do you want?”

“Who am I?” the young man snapped, pointing to himself, shooting Izuku a disgusted look. “You’re seriously asking that?”

“You just appeared in my house!” Izuku protested, “I think it’s a reasonable question!”

“Fucking look at me,” the man - or was he a boy? It was hard to tell, Izuku realized with a frown - gestured to himself. He was clothed in baggy shorts and a tank top. He looked like a kid who wore what was comfortable and still looked good wearing it, but that probably wasn’t what he’d meant for Izuku to notice when he’d said it. 

“What am I looking for?” Izuku asked, beginning to feel like he was on trial in his own bedroom.

“I -” the young man - kid - boy - whatever - glanced down at himself and did a double-take. “Oh, what the fuck?” he snapped, looked back up at Izuku, down at himself, and sighed, flopping on Izuku’s bed. “This just got complicated.”

“What do you mean?” Izuku asked, glad to be feeling less threatened but instead finding himself 100% more confused. 

“Here’s the thing,” the kid sat up, his scarlet eyes fixing on Izuku as he ran a hand through pale blond spikes. “I’m a god.”

~~*~~

Normally, when Katsuki appeared to a supplicant, they fell down on their face and got real chummy. Not this moron. Oh no, he was too busy fixing Katsuki with a concerned look. 

“Right…” the boy said, carefully fumbling on his desk for his phone. “Is there someone I can call for you? Do you have a family?”

Katsuki shut his eyes briefly to resist the urge to light the room on fire. “No, I’m here for you. Because you called me.” And because he’d fucked up, but he wasn’t going to be telling this green kid that, because it would seriously damage his reputation as a powerful god, and Katsuki was not about that shit. 

Green-haired kid narrowed his equally green eyes. “I didn’t call anyone, I can prove it, let me open my call log.”

“Not like that,” Katsuki snapped, standing once more so that he could gesture more dramatically. It felt good to gesture. He hadn’t appeared to a mortal for some time, he’d forgotten how fun it was to gesture at them. “You prayed. Here I am. Answering your prayer.” He struck a pose.

The green kid blinked. “I’m confused.”

He sure as hell seemed to be confused. Most people these days were, since they seemed to forget so easily that their prayers were going somewhere. Half the time Katsuki suspected that people prayed just to hear themselves talk, not because they actually expected divine intervention. Which was bullshit. Because the gods were fucking busy, and didn’t deserve to get a bunch of bullshit calls from people who didn’t have the faith and conviction to really appreciate the work that went into answering their prayers. That was one reason why appearing to a petitioner felt so satisfying - giving that hard evidence of work in the spirit world so that they had to give credit where credit was due. 

“Did you, or did you not, visit a temple literally yesterday?” Katsuki reminded him.

“But that’s because my mom wanted to finish her pilgrimage,” the green kid protested, “I just… prayed because… she said to…”

Katsuki watched the understanding dawn slowly across the dumb kid’s face.

“Wait. So you came because I prayed at the temple yesterday?”

“Hell yeah I did!” and because he’d been fucking forced to come because of some paperwork bullshit, but the kid didn’t need to know that. “So I’m here to help you achieve your dream.”

“...oh,” the kid said slowly, “Well, I mean, what I need most is models. Can you, um. Hire fashion models for me?”

Katsuki blinked. “I’m sorry, you prayed for fashion models?” 

Green kid blinked back at him. “I thought you were here to answer my prayer. How do you not know what I asked for?”

Because he hadn’t been paying attention to it. And because he hadn’t thought it would matter, yesterday, when he’d been collecting the prayers from the temple. Turns out it had mattered. A lot. “I just thought you were aiming small because your faith was weak. But you could just ask to, you know, win the contest. I can do that.”

Green kid shook his head, unruly hair flying. “That’s not fair, I want to win because I deserve it, not because I got some god to do it for me.”

Katsuki wanted to point out that he was rather simplifying a complex process and since basically everything happened due to some deity’s influence, what did it really matter which deity was doing the influencing? But he also didn’t want to bother explaining that. So instead he just sighed. “So what do you want?”

“I told you,” Green kid said, “I want models to wear the clothes in my fashion line.”

“I can do that,” Katsuki said. He’d have the models ready for this kid quick as could be, and then he’d be back in the heavenly realms and free of this detail-oriented bullshit for another decade. Simple.

He should have known better. Nothing was ever that easy.

[blackleatherjacketz]

My Brother’s Keeper: Chapter 16

Negan x Reader, King Ezekiel x Reader

Summary: Your brother runs away from the Sanctuary and you pay the price. This Chapter: You try to hide and recover from your first meeting with Negan in the woods.

Author’s Note: Sorry it’s been a while, I was going through some emotional turmoil and couldn’t write for a while, but I’m back. Enjoy! (Gif by @godlaughingwhilstyoumakeplans )

Featuring: King Ezekiel, Morgan, Richard

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Supplies

Word Count: 2137

Read the rest of the story HERE!

Your walk back to the Kingdom was a mixture of both hot and cold, the open skin on your back saturated with sweat, cooling your body down while the blazing summer sun burned its hottest at high noon. You could feel your body begin to shiver as your brain tried its best to regulate your temperature. Sure, it was just a scratch if you broke it down to the bare basics, but it was still an open wound, a potential source of infection, something you needed to clean as soon as possible.

By the time you made it back to the infirmary, you only ran into a handful of villagers along the way. You’d kept your greetings short and your back against the wall as you tried to seem normal, creeping along the faces of each building like some sort of paranoid version of Spider-Man. That’ll do it, you told yourself, no one would suspect anything if you acted like that, right?

Too focused to really care, you shut the door behind you when you noticed that Dana had already left for lunch. You closed the blinds, taking your shirt off before twisting your body around in front of the mirror to get a better look. The scratches were deep and hurt like hell, jagged as they throbbed and drug you down to the ground as your blood pulsed through them. You pulled your skin toward the mirror, eyeing the damage he’d done before waltzing over to the cabinet for a bottle of normal saline. With all the shit he was up to these days, who knows what kind of bacteria was growing beneath Negan’s fingernails?

The door opened more quickly than you could anticipate, forcing you to curse yourself for not locking it as Morgan, Ezekiel and Richard all barged in. You didn’t have time to hide yourself from them before they saw the scratches on your skin. Instead, you clasped your arms around your chest and abdomen as they stared at you, Richard’s face swollen from several punches with burgundy blood dried just below his nose.

“Maria!” Morgan approached you without pretense, turning you around so he could inspect the markings on your back. “You’re bleeding. What happened? Did you get bit?” he asked shakily, slowly circling around you as he inspected the rest of your body for further injury. Apparently Richard’s situation wasn’t all that dire.

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” you lied to him. “I scratched myself hopping over the fence is all.”

“Hopping over the fence?” Those skeptical eyes squinted again, practically shrinking you with their lids as they closed together.

“Maria was…” Ezekiel interjected, stepping in between the two of you, “On a special mission for me outside the Kingdom.” He looked over at you with sympathetic eyes.

“With the Saviors?” Morgan challenged, shifting his weight from hip to hip as he faced his king. “She’s a nurse, not a fighter like me.”

“Yeah, you’re some sort of fighter, alright,” Richard piped in.

“Enough!” Ezekiel shot a scolding look at Richard before returning his gaze to Morgan. “Tensions are high enough after today’s events as it is! We don’t need them heightened between our own people.” He paused, noting the bottle of saline on the counter next to your hand. “Maria’s mission involved the Saviors, yes, and she’s encountered them before. Everyone in this room knows about our deal with them now, and it shall stay that way, not a single soul more, is that understood?”

Morgan nodded reluctantly, pressing his lips together in defeat.

“Morgan, take Richard outside and get him cleaned up. Maria and I have much to discuss.” He smiled at you as his eyebrows raised into his soft gray hairline, the usual sparkle in his eyes dull with heavy burden.

“You okay?” Morgan whispered into your ear before leaving your side.

“I’m alright,” you nodded, squeezing his shoulder. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Okay,” he trusted, taking your word.

Ezekiel waited until Morgan’s footsteps had died down the hallway before locking the door and entering your personal space. “I was going to ask how your meeting went with him, but it seems that I need not even ask.”

“It went about as good as you’d expect,” you told him, turning around to look for a gauze pad large enough to cover your lower back. “And what about you? Does Richard always get punched in the face at your drops, or is that new, too?” You wanted to deflect the attention away from your reddened skin, from your jealous thoughts of Negan and your sister to find out what had gotten them all riled up.

“That’s a new development, actually. Gavin is usually very good to us, but for some reason he and his crew were on edge more than usual today.” He took a few more steps in your direction. “Maria, seeing you like this...”

“I’ll be fine, I just need to clean it and go on with my day,” you reassured him.

“Will you be?” His face softened with his words, enveloping you with the comfort he always brought with him. “Fine?”

“I have to be, right?” You laughed at this menial conversation, grabbing the bottle of saline before walking over to the mirror and attempting to pour it over your back.

“Let me help you.” He lifted his hand out as you failed miserably to clean your own wound, splashing the extra liquid onto the floor. “Please, Maria, let someone else care for the caregiver.”

You took in a deep breath as you decided to let him help you, worry weighing him down with whatever happened at the drop today. You quickly realized that both of you wanted to forget what happened on your mission, to distract yourselves with each other’s problems, and maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. Maybe he needed you as badly as you needed him.

“Okay,” you resigned, turning toward the cabinets. “Just pour the liquid on my back to clean out the wound.”

“Was this from him, or...?” He asked, taking the bottle in his hands.

“Yeah, it was.” You tried to keep it simple, to spare Ezekiel’s ears from all the dirty details of your violent romp with your ex in the middle of the woods, if you could even call him your ex.

“I can understand if you don’t want to talk about it. A man does this to you, and...” he took in a timid breath, “It makes the mind wander to places I’d rather it not go.” He unscrewed the top of the bottle, setting the cap down gently on the counter next to you. “Is it always like this with him: painful?”

He brought the bottle to your shoulder blade, pouring the healing liquid over your spine in a baptism of searing comfort until he reached the other side. He stopped as you winced, the solution trickling down over your skin like rain pouring down a mountainside, cleaning out the brooks and creeks with water from the heavens.

How could you make Ezekiel understand that Negan was an ocean of anguish, raging like the tides with violent rogue waves and tsunamis of pain? That you’d been out of the water for years until your family came to the Sanctuary, and that you were stupid enough to dive in head first without dipping your toes to test out the water?

“It didn’t start out that way,” you began. “I thought Negan was something I could handle,” you admitted, breathing out as the clear liquid dampened your jeans. “I thought he was something the world out there had hardened my heart enough to deal with, but…” you trailed off, letting a tear fell onto the counter, “I was wrong.”

You leaned forward and wiped the tear from your eye, taking a paper towel and soaking up what was left of it on the counter. “I wasn’t… strong enough.” You bit your lip as Ezekiel brought the gauze pad up to your back, listening silently as he pressed the clean bandage onto your healing wound. “I wasn’t strong enough,” you repeated.

Ezekiel held onto you and finished taping a border around your lower back, reinforcing the bond with his fingertips before stepping away to give you room to turn around. “Quite the contrary, my lady,” he comforted. “You’re much stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

You grinned at the blind support, his smile almost making you forget how much pain you were actually in. “I didn’t really have a choice in all this, but thank you anyways, you’re very sweet.”

Smiling back at him, the two of you grinned at each other like idiots until you realized that neither of you were talking anymore. Every time you looked at him he seemed to grow a little warmer, a little happier and more handsome. Maybe it was just one of the side effects of living here in the Kingdom, a comparison of him against Negan, or maybe he actually was one of the most beautiful men you’d ever laid eyes on.

“He’s not worried about you, about your loyalty to him,” you interrupted yourself, making sure you didn’t fall down the rabbit hole of Ezekiel’s good looks. “There’s another community that’s giving him trouble, and he’s focusing all his energy on them right now.”

“Hilltop?” Ezekiel handed you your t-shirt, helping guide your arms through the sleeves so you wouldn’t mess up your dressing.

“No, I don’t think so. It’s someone new, someone named Rick.” You pulled the hem of your shirt down and looked at yourself in the mirror, the dried blood still pretty evident. “Maybe that’s why tensions were high at the drop today?”

“That may be so, my lady,” he paused, looking you over like a glass figurine that was about to break. “Did he say anything else about this Rick character?”

“No, not really. We didn’t do a whole lot of talking.” You regretted your words as soon as they left your lips, watching Ezekiel’s joyful features fall into solemnity. Did he care for you that way? Was he concerned for your well-being or was it something more than that?

“Your brother was here that day.” The sentence came out of his mouth so quickly you wondered how long he had been keeping it in. "Forgive me for not telling you sooner, I couldn't find the right moment."

“Alex? But you said he wasn’t here, y-y-you said you hadn’t seen him, y-you said that they would have brought him to you for review if he came looking for safe passage!” Your scratches started stinging again, the thought of your brother safe inside these walls messing with your mind.

“I know what I said,” Ezekiel stated calmly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I said what I had to keep my people and your brother safe.”

Unbelievable! How could he have gone all this time without telling you something so big when you thought your brother had died never seeing this heavenly place? That he had escaped the Sanctuary for nothing but the death of his mother and the hot sticky road.

“So he got to see this place, then?” You felt more tears start to well up in the corner of your lids, the fluid filling up your sinuses as the possibilities of his life flashed before your eyes. “He got to meet you, and see Shiva? The gardens and the children? He always wanted children, him and Bethany, they did. I couldn’t see it in a world like that, but in a world like this, well, I could see it,” you rambled on, joy and anger mixing together in a nervous dialogue.

“Yes,” he answered. “He and his wife were very kind and grateful people.” He released his grip on your shoulder and sat down next to you, leaning against the counter. “He told me that they were travelers looking to work for their keep, and I almost believed them. His wife looked a little too taken care of for them to be on the road as long as they claimed, but I had Benjamin show them around anyways.”

Benjamin, the boy with your brother’s eyes, of course he was the one to show them around. “How long was he here?” You sniffled and rubbed your nose with the back of your hand.

“A few hours. They got a good meal before our scouts caught wind of the Saviors and helped them escape out the back wall.”

“They didn’t escape,” you informed him, crossing your arms over your chest. You closed your eyes as the sound of Lucille cracking into Alex’s skull shook you into standing up. “No, they couldn’t have, could they? Somebody had to pay, and I’m glad it wasn’t one of your people, but…” you trailed off, walking toward the door. “Thank you for patching me up, Ezekiel. I’m gonna go to my quarters now.”

-----------------------------------------------------------

Tags: @genevievedarcygranger @letsby @negansdirtygirl22 @annablack1102 @irrelevantwriter @negans-network @rasa1945 @chamberofsloths @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @collette04 @namelesslosers @bishsposts @bodhi-black @chloejanedecker1, @mblaqgi @haleyea @ptite-shit @jamiekingofmen @ibelongtonegan @divadinag @you-are-electric-temptation-girl, @dxloverpunk @tylersblurrylittleface @marriedtonegan @astrobabezblog @death-unbecomes-you @toxic-ink

[rowansfrogpond]

One hundred different bargains that Fey creatures can make with your characters.

The character no longer has a shadow.

The character has forgotten their own name. No one will remember them, even close friends and family.

Every time you sleep, you only dream of yourself lying awake and wake up less rested than before.

You can no longer distinguish left and right.

Every day, your eyes, change their color.

You become obsessed by kittens.

From now on, every pet you see, you see it as an evil monster.

You can no longer perceive the color (d6:) 1. Red; 2. Orange; 3. Yellow; 4. Green; 5. Blue; 6. Purple

Anytime you touch something that is the color (d6) it automatically turns (d6). (d6:) 1. Red; 2. Orange; 3. Yellow; 4. Green; 5. Blue; 6. Purple

Your blood is perceived as (d6) by everyone except you. (d6:) 1. Red; 2. Orange; 3. Yellow; 4. Green; 5. Blue; 6. Purple

You are physically incapable of looking anyone directly in the eyes.

The next time you see a frog, it will loudly proclaim that if you kiss it it will become a prince. Whether or not it really does is decided by the DM.

Water always feels very cold to you.

Your breathing is always loud and obnoxious.

You can speak to the trees. They only talk about boring topics such as politics and the weather, but will not listen to anything you have to say.

Looking at a corpse that is more than 1 year old causes you to instantly vomit.

Touching gloves makes your hands feel like they are getting stung by bees.

Touching rope whatsoever gives you rope burn instantly.

Anytime you see holy water, you get a great urge to down the whole bottle.

Every time you see a bear, you perceive it as a 60 year old human wearing a bear costume.

When it rains, you perceive every droplet as a human face.

Even the smallest explosion looks like a nuclear detonation to you.

Ogres look incredibly beautiful to you and nymphs seem hideous.

Everything you eat tastes like chicken.

Suddenly, only trolls find you to be attractive. When seen by a troll, you will be aggressively sought after for a long term relationship.

You can hear with supernatural precision, but to do so you have to wear the most ridiculous hat anyone has ever seen. In fact, the hat induces immediate laughter to any who see it being worn.

You now have the ability to fly short distances, but only if your eyes are closed.

You can’t use your eyes and ears at the same time anymore. One must be covered in order to use the other. Trying to use both eyes and ears will result in audio or visual hallucinations.

Sitting causes you physical pain – you can only stand up or lay down.

Your sneezes produce sparkling dust.

Goblins now look like beautiful women.

You must give yourself a pep talk every morning.

Your most used magic item that requires a verbal component is replaced by an embarrassing nickname.

All coins look like gold to you.

One language you know is replaced with screaming but you think it’s normal.

You don’t believe in having a small fire anymore.

The voice of the last person you killed tells you things about their life no one wants to know.

Cats meows now sound like orc battle cries to you.

Fingernails tell short stories about what you have done clipping/ biting them causes you to forget what happened but eating the nail returns the memory.

A talking flea now lives in your nose.

The taste of citris now tastes like blood.

Your hair is a kleptomaniac.

Your skin becomes hot pink direct sun light.

Your eyes look like the eyes of the person you talk to.

Your blood is now alabaster white.

The sound of a bell turned your known languages into horse neighs.

On a full moon you think and act like you have transformed into a lycanthrope but in fact don’t.

You think you are the worlds greatest bard.

At midnight you recite strange lines from musicals you have never heard.

You are unable to fall asleep anywhere except outside, at night, in a place where the stars are visible.

You are cursed with mildly aggravating misfortune. Once per day out of combat, at random, you make a skill check with disadvantage.

You can no longer conceive of “eleven.”

You lose d4 letters of your name.

You lose d6 inches of height.

You owe a pound of flesh – you can choose which pound if you remove it yourself.

You can only read the written word backwards – usually from right to left.

You cannot use any word beginning with the letter “t”.

You age backwards (but this will not prolong your life).

You gain extreme sensitivity to moonlight.

Your childhood pet always appears to you to be in the room, but no one else can see it.

One of your friends was never born, although you retain memories of them.

You can no longer form new bird-related memories.

Your self-image will always be of whatever you are currently wearing – no matter what you wear you will always see yourself wearing the same clothes.

All water tastes oily.

You always smell strongly of flowers – it’s a little overwhelming.

The concept of death is unbearably sad, so that you burst into tears whenever it comes up.

All elves look the same to you.

You lose your most treasured memory.

Lose all memories of a loved one. This loved one may be from the character’s past, or a future loved one. Tough to recognize, unless this character disagrees with the number of people in a group.

You shall spread wealth wherever you go but never hold this wealth yourself.

Your firstborn shall carve out a great destiny but will be taken from you at the moment of its birth, either through the fey arriving and taking it or its mortal body arriving as a still birth and it’s soul being born into the fey wild.

You shall lead a great Kingdom for 10 years but it will then fall into ruin due to your efforts.

You gain the beauty of the gods as long as you view yourself in a mirror each day, if not your beauty will corrupt into necrotic horror.

You shall conceive a full family but lose one of them on their 11th birthday to the fey.

Children and animals will always know their location.

Character is unable to see the color blue or green as it blends perfectly into the background.

Every time the character swears their servitude at the end of their lives extends by 1 year.

There will be a surprise when they get home. What they find will belong to the fey in 5 years time.

Both of the character’s eyes are now the entirely the color of what their irises used to be.

The character now unwillingly slips Sylvian words into their everyday speech and cannot be brought aware of it.

Vines and leaves will now be sparsingly intermingled with the character’s hair and body hair.

You can no longer go outside unless it’s pouring rain.

From now on when you sleep, you will not wake without someone performing the same ceremony. While sleeping you do not age, require sustenance, or suffer non-lethal damage.

You age twice as fast. Cutting you time on earth in half.

Once every year on the night of the summer solstice you are magically summoned to a place far beyond your recognition. There you will be given one task that you would give your life to complete.

You must marry the Fae you are bargaining with.

The would becomes cold, ever so cold. Warmth becomes something impossible for you to feel.

One tenth of all gold you earn disappears as a tribute to the Fae.

You will become aware of the exact time of your death.

Your fist born child will die at the age of eleven. You will have a first born child.

A secret will be revealed that will make you hate someone you loved.

Your knees become fused. You loose the ability to run.

The character is convinced they can talk to plants, despite having no ability to do so.

Describe or name a specific type of beast. All creatures of this kind are now enamoured with you, however you are now slightly allergic to them.

The character’s ears enlarge when they are caught lying. The character’s ears shrink when they tell the truth and are not believed.

The character can no longer go to sleep without making a stone circle around themselves.

The character glows in artificial light.

The character eats and drinks messily and noisily, no matter how hard the player tries to prevent this.

The character emits a melodious ringing noise every time they yawn, sneeze or burp.

The character’s eyes are inversed in colour; the irises are now white and the whites are the colour of the irises.

[scripttorture]

I have a character who is tortured over a currently unspecified amount of time. I want him to have some serious scaring but would like to avoid his face and hands getting scarred up. I was thinking cigarette burns on his inner thighs, long cuts with a box cutter on his chest and sides, and maybe blowtorch torcher on his arms and back? I’m not so sure about that last bit. The torturers want to keep him alive as he’s being held hostage to manipulate his lover. How long could he withstand this(1/2)

(2/2) and what kind of scaring could I give him? I want this to be disabling to him and he will end up with a cane and a service dog to help him. Thank you so much for your help!!!

-

Well my first thought is that scarring torture is incredibly unusual in a modern setting. So if you’re choosing to use it I think you should stress in the narrative that this is unusual.

 You’ll also need to be careful about avoiding the implication that only scarring torture is ‘real torture’. Be aware that the majority of torture today doesn’t leave obvious physical marks. This doesn’t make the injuries or pain of most survivors less real.

 Don’t let your focus on this character’s unusual experience lead to a suggestion that other survivors suffered less.

 I think losing the blow torch would be a good idea.

 He could survive it but the chances of fatal burns or infections is a lot higher and I think the resulting injuries would lead to different disabilities, ie not the ones you’ve described.

 Large scale burns on the back, smaller ones on the legs and cuts in the chest area probably wouldn’t lead to the character using a cane.

 So I’m going to suggest replacing the blow torch with a torture that leaves no lasting external marks but could cause injuries that would require a cane.

 I think that would let you avoid the suggestion that ‘clean’ (ie non-scarring) tortures are less dangerous while giving something that fits with the injury pattern you want.

 Falaka is the term I use to refer to beating the soles of the feet. It’s a very old torture that’s used around the world. It can be scarring or clean depending on the implement used.

 If the torturers use something rounded and soft, like a hosepipe, to repeatedly hit the character’s feet it wouldn’t leave any external marks.

 But it could cause tiny fractures in the bones of the feet, resulting in life-long chronic pain that makes walking difficult and using a cane likely.

 Not every survivor who goes through this would end up having trouble walking, but it’s a possible result and I think tying the character’s most obvious injury to something that doesn’t leave scars would really help stress how dangerous all torture is.

 Which I think brings me to scars.

 Cigarette burns leave quite predictable patterns of small circular marks. These do not always scar. If the character isn’t treated and if he is burnt repeatedly in the same place scars are more likely.

 Cutting- can result in a really wide array of types of scars.

 If your character is black then a raised keloid scar is more likely. I have no idea why that is but it’s a repeated observation from the body modification community.

 Drawing on consensual scarring practices, it’s very difficult to predict or control how a wound will scar. Attempts at detailed patterns or words often fail because the scar blurs the pattern as it heals. Simpler geometric designs are possible.

 If you’re picturing the character being repeatedly cut, with no addition or irritants or additional damage to the wounds, then it’s probably going to end up looking like a bunch of messy lines.

 Extensive scar tissue can impair mobility. Scar tissue shrinks and it’s less flexible then normal skin. So when there’s a large area of scars, or scars over a joint, it can reduce movement in that area/joint.

 From your description it sounds like the characters are cutting repeated lines in their victim’s chest/back. That’s less likely to reduce his mobility (unless it covers all his skin in which case blood loss may be the bigger issue).

 Id suggest having the characters stick to the area protected by the ribs in order to reduce the chance of well um death by stabbing.

 A time frame for this kind of attack is a bit difficult to pin down. It depends on whether you want to write this as one long assault or as a series of abuses over a longer period of time.

 Both are possible.

 For a prolonged assault where the torturers are constantly hurting the character one way or another- I’d say less then 12 hours. The torturers could cause all the injuries and scars you want them to in that time and leave the victim character in need of hospital treatment.

 If you’d rather the character was held for longer, say a week, then the sensible thing to do is to write it as a series of attacks with periods for the victim character to rest in between.

 An hour of sustained abuse a day, with the opportunity to eat and sleep in between, would be more then enough for the torturers to cause the injuries and scar patterns you want the character to have.

 If you go with the idea of multiple attacks then I’d suggest having the cutting only happen once. That’s because it represents an infection risk and a blood loss risk. Having it happen repeatedly over several days increases the risk.

 Having falaka happen repeatedly over this time period also increases the risk of serious injury to the victim, but in this case it’s an injury you want: lasting damage to his feet.

 I can see advantages and disadvantages to both time frames, depending on the type of story you’re telling. Personally I’d pick between them by working backwards from the idea of how long it would take for the victim to be found or escape. But if you can see a good narrative reason for the character being held for a short/long period, pick what’s right for the story.

 I hope that helps. :)

Availableon Wordpress.

Disclaimer

[dailycharacteroption]

Conversion Corner: Legend of Zelda Races part 1

Gorons

 Bringing in another race conversion, this time for Pathfinder with five different races from the Legend of Zelda!

The classic Nintendo franchise has been an influential part of pop culture for decades, albeit an inconsistent one, as the unified LoZ timeline has mostly always been an afterthought, resulting in bizarre continuity errors, an ever-changing landscape of the game world, and most relevant to this week’s special: Various friendly NPC and enemy types have had dramatically different appearances between games, with only a few remaining consistent.

Also worth noting is that I won’t be covering humans, hylians, or the shiekah, since they seem to have analogues in the human and half-elf races, maybe even full elves.

 Anywho, moving on to the actual subject of today’s entry. Gorons!

Living high in the mountains, most typically Hyrule’s Death Mountain, gorons are a rocky race of humanoids known for being elusive and xenophobic to outsiders, but also extremely friendly and gregacious to those they consider friends, often uncomfortably (or dangerously) so.

With their round bodies, short legs, long, muscular arms, and broad faces, goron almost resemble hairless gorillas. However, their thick skin, rocky growths on their back and other areas of the body, and strange diet mark them as something very different than most any simian as we understand them. Interestingly, gorons can sometimes either grow or shrink as they age, with some goron elders resembling small, tightly-packed boulders with gangly limbs (and sometimes even miniature volcanos growing from their rocky backs), while others grow to massive sizes, becoming recluses who toil away at their chosen profession in solitude.

Indeed, gorons are best classified as geolithic beings, since they survive on a diet consisting mostly of rock, supplementing it with certain mineral rich fruits, particularly during their youth. Further adding to their resemblance to rocks is their tendency to curl up into a ball and roll around, picking up terrifyingly large amounts of momentum in doing so, hitting with the force of a literal boulder.

Goron culture revolves heavily around strength, skill, and brotherly bonds, with gorons enjoying the sport of sumo wrestling and rolling races to test their might and the unique form of mobility that they possess. Many gorons are skilled smiths, or perfect the alchemical arts, particularly with explosives both engineered and cultivated from the bomb flower.

A tribe is like an extended family, and while they use masculine pronouns for both themselves and those they consider honorary tribe members, they do not appear to possess or understand gender as most other races do. On a related note, goron reproduction is a heavily guarded secret, and asexual in nature.

Typically, gorons are a stalwart and passionate race that can be seen in the vigor with which they pursue their interests, and the depth of the bonds they share with others. However, their distrust of strangers who have not proved themselves makes them quick to judge or even become hostile when stressed, or simply become even shyer in other situations. Still, they are a goodly people, and are usually willing to give strangers the opportunity to prove their worth. Heaven help the idiot who gains their trust, and then turns around and breaks that bond, though.

 Goron

Ability Score Adjustments: +2 Str, +2 Con, -2 Cha. Gorons are mighty and tough, but are insular and shy.

Type: Gorons are humanoids of the earth subtype.

Size: Gorons are normally medium size, but small gorons are also possible. Gorons of large size or larger are likely unsuitable for play.

Darkvision: 60 ft.

Slow: Gorons have a base movement speed of 20, but speed is never affected by encumberance and armor.

Curl Up: A goron can use a move action to curl up into a ball. While curled up, their natural armor bonus to AC increases by +5, but their actions are limited. They can take a move action to uncurl, or they can move in a straight line 30 feet as a move action (50 feet if the direction is downward in elevation, 10 if it is uphill).

Heat Resistant: Gorons are commonly found in mountainous regions with a lot of volcanic activity, and often mine superheated caverns for prized nutritious stone and metals. As such, they never have to make fortitude saves for high heat, and gain fire resistance 10

Goron Crafting: Famous for their metalwork and explosives, gorons gain a +2 bonus to craft checks to craft weapons, armor, and alchemical weapons.

Lithovore: Gorons gain no nutrition from normal food, but rather from stone rich in minerals. The require half as much food as normal, but the rock they must consume weighs 5 times as much as its equivalent in normal rations, and may be unavailable depending on the region and GM fiat. (As a general rule, volcanic rock that has minimal weathering is considered a good meal, while metamorphic rock is considered fair, and sedimentary rock is considered poor.) Additionally, Gorons can drink lava without taking damage, gaining sustenance that way.

Natural Armor: The rocky hide of a goron offers it a +2 natural armor bonus to AC

Ramming Speed: A goron that is currently curled up can take a move action to move twice their curled-up speed in a single direction, though they immediately stop if they hit a solid wall (i.e., one not destroyed by this ability) or if they would enter a space occupied by a creature, slamming into the obstruction with all their momentum. Upon stopping in this manner, the goron makes an unarmed attack roll, dealing 1d8+Str mod+ the goron’s character level in bludgeoning damage. On a successful attack, the goron can immediately either bull rush or overrun the foe, moving the rest of the movement this ability allows for in the latter case.

Stability: Gorons receive a +4 racial bonus to their CMD when resisting bull rush or trip attempts while standing on the ground.

Languages: Gorons begin play speaking Goron. Gorons with high intelligence scores can choose from the following bonus languages: Common, Terran, Ignan, and Goblin

 This was a fun race to play with, but what’s a race without some fun options to go with it? If I were to expand upon it, I’d consider alternate racial traits or feats to account for goron characters with volcanic power, or maybe brawlers and monks that focus on wrestling or on explosives, or even gorons able to use magic to enhance their rolling ability, like in Majora’s Mask.

That does it for now, but we’ll see what other races I have in store throughout the week!

[ravenfirelair]

Tronos madu character analysis

In the essay we are going to discuss the character tronos, his characters design, his personality and psychology, at least what the tv show revealed to us about him. First up is his character design, I think his character design I very unique and very outside of the box in term of thinking what an alien should look like, he looks more like an monster you would see out of some B movie. He is obviously based off reptilian animals in nature by his appearance and the way he walk on all fours and how he can quickly crawl along the ceiling and walls just like a lizard can. I like the fact he can walk both on two and four legs giving both an humanoid and animalistic appearance in nature and able him to be more versatile in his movement, like able to hold, grab, push and pull things like any human can, but still able to walk, crawl and run like a predatory animal. One thing I did notice that his neck varies in length throughout the whole episodes his is in, sometimes his neck is short and sometimes it seems rather long, which suggests he can squash or stretch his neck out like a turtle which suggests he as a very flexible spine in his neck that has vertebrae that is not fused together like a normal spine, but is mostly held together by ligaments and muscle tissue. His arms are a lot thicker and longer then his legs meaning he relies a lot on his upper body strength. His face is heavily scared and slightly discolored around his eyes, nose and part of his forehead, suggesting either he took a hard blast to the face or it’s just wear from wearing his helmet for long periods of time. Also his heavily scared face would suggest he got into a fight when his helmet was off at some point.    

Now on to the most dominate thing about his character design which his is armor, obviously it was made for battle as it protects the most valuable parts on his body, being his chest, abdomen, neck and his face. I really like the aesthetic design of his helmet-mask and not just because it makes him look like he has horns like a freaking dragon, but also because it reminds me of Japanese samurai armor.

Samurai in battle would often wear face masks and huge helmets with crests that looked like horns to appear more intimidating to the enemy and that is what I think tronos’s armor main purpose is for, not just to protect himself, but to appear more intimidating to his opponents, because frankly he doesn’t look all that intimidating without his helmet on. Which inturn makes me think maybe not every voltarian wore armor and only a select few that earned it through battles could wear armor, which further makes me think maybe tronos held some kind of rank or status among the society of his people before his planet was destroyed.  

Also I noticed the armor covering his neck is able to compress and stretch along with his neck which suggests it is held together be some kind of flexible material that can conform to his body with whatever shape it takes. Then obviously from what can see how damaged, scratched and scuffed up his armor is that he has been through a war. Not too sure what the light  plate on his chest is  meant for, but I can guess it has multiple purposes, the first obviously being the main power source for his armor, but it can also seemed to be used as a way to regulate and control the electricity running through his body. It also can be seen as a way to bring up holograms on the small devices he uses by pressing on the center of it. Not really sure what the blue light spikes a long his neck are meant for either, they could just be for show and aesthetic purposes.    

Now on to his main weapon which is his ability to control, manipulate and shoot out electricity and able to shoot out sonic sound. He is an electrothermal life form meaning he can produce electricity from his own body heat, but it appears that he also gain power by absorbing the electricity around him. He can deform and reform is body at will from pure electrical energy or an electric current, in doing so he can travel at the speed of light. He is able to shrink his body small enough to travel through the power lines and can travel through the electric current of lightning as well. It is given that since he can produce electricity from his own body heat his electric power seems endless, but he can succumb to exhaustion if he uses his power too much. It also makes me think he doesn’t use it enough he body would over heat and has to expel some of his electrical energy in order to maintain his body heat and would explain why he uses his electric power constantly.  

Now for his personality, obviously he is very vengeful and can hold on to a grudge for a long time given he wanted to get revenge on the akiridions for abandoning his race of people during the war when they needed help the most and takes his vengeance out on the royal children given he wanted to kill the royal king and queen instead. Obviously, revenge is a huge motivator from him, he spends his whole time trying to kill the royal children and willing to make alliances with his enemies to reach his goal. Also could have been the only thing that kept him going for so many years until he was able to reach the royal family.  He is very persistent and stubborn for how much set in his way of thinking he is, but can also easily be persuaded by negotiating as long he gets something out of it. Despite his stubbornness he was willing to change his mind for the better when Aja convinced him to help krel with his giant laser gun to destroy an asteroid to save earth. But he can also be greedy and selfish at times, like when he was at the bounty hunter outpost sitting among the other bounty hunters he seemed friendly towards them, but the minute one of the royal children is revealed and he is informed they have a huge bounty placed upon them, he doesn’t hesitant to backstab the other bounty hunters just to claim the bounty reward all for himself.  

Now on to his psychological state and oh boy, this is a heavy one. He is pretty much a war victim with PTSD, it is unclear how much PTSD he has, but I can imagine it is severe given he lived through a war and watched almost his entire alien race and planet being destroyed. Typically someone who has PTSD either lashes out in anger or spirals down into a state of depression; obviously Tronos has chosen the latter. Even though the war is over, he can’t stop his urge to kill things and has no problem inflecting pain on others, so he resided to a life of a bounty hunter to at least give himself a reason to kill and still give purpose and meaning to his life. Since therapy isn’t an option for him, the only way he knows how to deal with his trauma is to lash out in anger and violence. Even though he seems he can hide his pain and grief well, it does still affect him, like when Aja shows Tronos a hologram of his destroyed planet and tells him she knows everything about what happened to his planet, he lashes out at her in anger. Meaning that this traumatic event still hurts him to this present day even though it happened several years ago. Him seeing his destroyed planet again could have been a trigger that brought back painful memories.

It is unclear how much depression he deals with, but no doubt he probably does experience it, but tries to best hide it from others. It is also unclear if he has restless sleep and has nightmares during his sleep, but he most likely does, we just don’t see that part of him. Also he probably feels some form of shame and guilt from being part of an army that was supposed to protect his people, but ended in disastrous failure.  

so there are my thoughts on tronos madu, a complex villain character that certainly deserved more screen time and a better ending to his story, but never got it.