#there are other options maybe? idk idk but the tree is important here

[vampiricsheep]

I'm still chewing on what gw2 Winter was before it was sylvari*. Options i like include centaur, charr (iffy about this one but it works for the body plan and it's not like theyre a monolith) or human (were there other groups out and about and prominent 80 years ago that aren't asura or norn)?

*it's a whole thing. The vampirism is partially bc it was a blood magic specialist in life and it doesnt really have...blood of its own anymore, and partially because it's not stable without any mammal essence since it was converted before mordremoth had death magic. There was no dream of dreams to incorporate its essence into a pod-grown organic minion; its literal actual body was overgrown and over time even its original bones have been eaten away.

[intercal]

the anatomy of my TODO.md

this is for the language I've been working on and actually making progress with. right now, I've got just a small handful of tests for ints and floats and strings doing basic stuff, just like all of the operators. but really besides basic types and operators and a couple of print statements, there's not that much. (for those who are curious, here are the types: Obj, Ty, Str, Int, Float, Bool, Nil, BuiltinFunction, UserFunction, Method.) this is all in about 4500 lines of code including comments and blanks.

we have "if" statements and functions, so we are technically turing-complete, but we don't even have "while" loops. obviously some things have higher priority than others. bit twiddling operators are pretty low on the priority list, and "while" loops are pretty high up. I have four categories of "TODO" on my list:

things that need to get done ASAP to even be considered a "programming language". this includes stuff like while loops, picking a name, collections (lists, maps, tuples etc), imports, exceptions, custom types (e.g. classes), and other things. basic stuff that you hypothetically use in nearly every single program you would write.

"things that need to get done". much lower priority, and really I shouldn't be working on any of these until the previous list is completed. these include things like robust slicing (for strings, lists, etc), iterators, for loops (blocked on iterators), string interpolation, bit twiddling operators, variadic arguments, and others. other things that are fundamental to any programming language, but are either a little more complex or easier to work around not having for a while.

"wishlist". this is broken up into "near future" and "far future", but it covers stuff I haven't put a lot of thought into but have thought "this would be neat to have". they are features that are not guaranteed to make it into the language. the "near future" list is pretty short, containing just method/function decorators (like python), context management (like python's "with" statement), runtime type checking syntax, pattern matching, and a "bytes" collection type. the "far future" list is just two items: good tooling, like a formatter, static type checker, docs generator, etc; and compile-time function execution (CTFE).

"incubator". this is the longest section and each item will need a lot of thought put into them since they could fundamentally change the language, or because I don't know if they're good ideas or not. these items include object literals, atomic values (like erlang/elixir/OTP languages), a pipe operator, asyncio, and a structured macro system for the language.

okay I lied. there's a fifth section, called "standard library" for stuff that I want in the standard library. I really like python's (can you tell I'm drawing a lot of inspiration from python) philosophy of "batteries included" and want to have a big standard library. hopefully I don't come to regret that decision. for the standard library, I have these packages written down so far for what I want: json, regex, random, time, ast (abstract syntax tree bindings), "system functions" (maybe like python's os module? not sure what I meant by this), paths, file i/o, ffi?, PNG images, sockets, basic HTTP client, basic HTTP server, CLI option parsing (python's is REALLY good), logging (supposedly python's is REALLY bad)

so there you go. that's what my todo list looks like. it's kind of interesting which language features would take at least a week of iteration to get integrated how I like (like imports or custom types), versus features that I could knock out in an evening (like 'while' loops). idk, this is the furthest I've gotten with any language I've started. I'm looking forward to getting through the first two sections of my todo list, so I can stop looking at "which features NEED to be implemented" versus "which features do we WANT to implement".

[retromongoose]

So I did something and idk if it's good or not or if it's even worth continuing but here's my fanfic about the Farmer arriving in Stardew Valley. It might just end like this or I might write more mini chapters I have no idea yet.

Chapter 1 (I guess)

You step down from the rusty village bus and your shoes sink into the gravel and mud of the bus stop. At least you think it's a bus stop, but no signs or seats would indicate it is. Waiting there are two people, a tall man with a moustache and felt cap, he has an air of importance around him that you simply dismiss as arrogance, and a young woman with ginger hair and a fur lined coat. Neither of them notice you and they seem to be in a deep conversation, heads bent low and hurried hushed voices. It's only when the short and temperamental bus driver, whom you only met a mere hour or so ago, gets off and shouts "Oi, Lewis, Robin! Come see who rolled into town!" that they both turn around. The woman, Robin, sees you and instantly lights up, walking towards you with a powerful and assertive stride.

"Oh hello there! Welcome to the Valley, I'm Robin, the town's carpenter, I presume you're the new farmer we've been awaiting?"

You nod and Lewis hurriedly comes and shakes your hand.

"You know, your Grandfather and I used to be quite good friends, shame he passed away, he was a good and hardworking man. He always treated me like his own son and I appreciated that. " he says in a flurry of words. You look up at him and say "Yes, he was a pretty great Grandpa". Lewis smiles sympatheticly and ushers you towards Robin.

"Let Pam get your bags and we'll show you the way to your farm. It's just to the right of this bus stop, so that'll be handy if you've got places to go" Robin laughs as she puts her arm around you. Being from the city, this gesture is strange, but you simply accept that people in the country will have closer bonds. You look behind and see the kind bus driver hoist your luggage onto her shoulder with such ease that you wonder how strong the people in the Valley are. Robin guides you around some blossoming trees until you reach a small wooden gate hidden in a tall hedge. Beyond it is a stretch of land and a small farmhouse. You never thought this would be your life, after all who in their right mind would leave a steady job to be a farmer in the middle of nowhere? Staring at the wonderful trees and the blooming flowers you realise that maybe this is what your path in life should be, and you convince yourself that however hard it may be, giving up will never be an option.

"If you just push that gate a bit it should open, sorry it's so stiff, I'll have Clint take a look at it and maybe he'll supply some iron to make a stronger one" said Robin while staring at the hinges of the gate, "although I suppose I could make a wooden one and just add better hinges, all up to you of course". You grab the gate and push it as hard as you can, it creaks until you hear a sharp crack and it opens. Robin laughs and assures you that's normal.

"Maybe a new gate wouldn't be that bad of an idea" you laugh along as you step onto the gravel path leading to the farm. Trees cover most of the farm, but you catch a glimpse of a shimmering pond in-between the foliage. It glistens and shines like a diamond under a torch, mesmerising you. Seeing the sheer scale of the farm overwhelms you and a flicker of doubt flutters in your stomach, but ignoring it you say "Wow, now I understand why my Grandpa loved this farm so much, it would be the only thing he would ever talk about, especially near his death. He truly loved it". "Yeah, it was his pride and joy. Sadly, Robin and I have other work to get to, and as much as we'd love to stay, the Valley calls. We've left you a present in your farmhouse, by the way. Consider it a helping hand of some sort. And don't forget that Pelican Town is a welcoming place, never fear to make friends. " said Lewis warmly. You shake his hand and thank him before he and Robin walk towards the town centre. Pam is standing by your luggage and looks you up and down, almost as if judging you.

" Just remember that no-one here is perfect, but that everyone will always look out for everyone else. And you, kid, will need a lot of looking out for". She smiles and starts walking away into the sunset, leaving you confused and ever so slightly scared at what's to come. Slowly, you clear your way through the weeds until you reach the door of the farmhouse. Exhausted, you put your luggage down and turn around to look at the farm.

"I don't know Grandpa, what if I won't be as good as you?" you whisper as you stare out into the vast forest.

[fistfuloflightning]

THANK YOU

American here and honestly I think even I would thrive there! There are so many spices and herbs native to Europe (and England in particular) that would be plausible in Tolkien’s world. Flavor would not be lacking, nor would diversity in your meals (it would depend a lot on your geographical location and what season, yes, but if it was a good year you’d have more options than meat and potatoes 🙄)

Sorry for hijacking this, but long post below lol

A hundred different kinds of breads, cakes, bannock, grain-based soups etc. Obviously no potatoes until after the Numenoreans brought New World cultivars to Middle-earth (bc clearly they brought tomatoes and tobacco at that point so idk) but there were parsnips and turnips and other root vegetables that would double as a replacement so OP wouldn’t have to live off potatoes forever. Squash also (it’s hundred different varieties lol) would be an excellent seasonal possibility (and they last for months on end! So you’re good for winter 👍)

and as @eri-pl said about fruits, lots of options!! Some fruits (especially hard apples) can also be kept over winter in cold storage. Other more delicate fruits could be dried and packed (and added to baked goods or meats for flavor, alongside whatever herbs/spices you wanted). Nectar and honey as sweeteners, beet sugar (which tastes like white sugar!) You could even go so far as to make candy with mint and gorse other edible plants, mixed with native sweeteners.

And pickling!! Pickling was common to Europe (and England) and was referrenced as far back as the Canterbury Tales. Vegetables like cucumbers, cabbage, onions and mushrooms ( I know I know, not a veggie) could be preserved in vinegar or salt brine and added to dishes for a nice kick. There’s a fun article (and recipes!) about the history of European pickling here:

And to get even more regional: Rohan would probably have a lot of grain-based foods as well—barley, oats, flax, oatcakes (with or without honey), meads and ales of varying kinds, probably root crops like beets and carrots. (and side note (for me mostly lol): Wild rice is not native to England (or in fact anywhere other than North America) but if it did, I could see it flourishing in the reed beds along the Anduin River and in the Entwash.)

Gondor would have fish and mollusks and other seafood along the shoreline, and maybe seaweed for an umami kick (plus whatever fun spices they’ve imported from Harad), and I’ve always headcanoned grapes (which the Romans introduced to England loooong ago, and there are mentions of wine throughout LotR) found ideal growing conditions in Lebennin, so close to the sea.

Not sure what sad LotR world was posited in the original post, but Tolkien loved trees and plants and I’m pretty sure he would have loved delving into what the British Isles had to offer the culinary world as well. There’s flavors if you know where to look for them.

There’s a nice breakdown here of common herbs and spices and their native English counterparts/possible substitutes that is rather fascinating:

So no, the food wouldn’t be bland, it would just be…not what we in modern times are used to.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

IM SORRY BUT WE WONT SURVIVE ON THE FOOD IN MIDDLE EARTH

Alright so, after looking at the food in Middle earth it does look amazing BUT I WONT BE ABLE TO EAT MY NOODLES OR RICE!! Like I love my po-tat-oes but I can only eat so many until I have had my fill for the week. And let me not even get started on seasoning, Middle earth is based on Europe with a lot of similarities and differences but one small problem with this..... we got OUR SPICES from ancient Egyptian, Chinese, and Indian cultures so what do you my dear readers think the food in Middle earth tastes like? Pepper is going to become hot and salt the new sweet BECAUSE SUGAR IS ALSO FROM ASIA....

But just imagen coming from our world tasting a dish from Lord Elrond or someone else that is an important person and smack talk them for calling pepper spicy. You are going to be standing there and ask if you can make something for yourself cus this shit was so bland and boring. (Spoiler you are going to invent spices right then and there and become super rich and famous, Smaug can go and cry in a corner cus u wont be needing his treasure)

[kookie-doughs]

Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything is now ruined.

Chapter 22: Then It Ended

As soon as we came, Annabeth ang Grover tackled me. We were the first heroes to return alive to Half-Blood Hill since Luke, so of course everybody treated us as if we'd won some reality-TV contest. According to camp tradition, we wore laurel wreaths to a big feast prepared in our honor, then led a procession down to the bonfire, where we got to burn the burial shrouds our cabins had made for us in our absence.

Annabeth's shroud was so beautiful—gray silk with embroidered owls— Percy told her it seemed a shame not to bury her in it. She punched him and told him to shut up. Percy being the son of Poseidon, he didn't have any cabin mates, so the Ares cabin had volunteered to make his shroud. They'd taken an old bedsheet and painted smiley faces with X'ed-out eyes around the border, and the word LOSER painted really big in the middle.

As I was still unclaimed, Hermes cabin had made me one. (Just... IDK go crazy with your shroud IG) It was fun to burn. As Apollo's cabin led the sing-along and passed out s'mores, Percy and I was surrounded by my Hermes cabinmates, Annabeth's friends from Athena, and Grover's satyr buddies, who were admiring the brand-new searcher's license he'd received from the Council of Cloven Elders. The council had called Grover's performance on the quest "Brave to the point of indigestion. Horns-and-whiskers above anything we have seen in the past." The only ones not in a party mood were Clarisse and her cabinmates, whose poisonous looks told me they'd never forgive us for disgracing their dad. That was okay with me. Even Dionysus's welcome-home speech wasn't enough to dampen my spirits. "Yes, yes, so the little brats didn't get themselves killed and now they'll have an even bigger head. Well, huzzah for that. In other announcements, there will be no canoe races this Saturday...." Going back to the cabin I finally had time to talk to Luke. Who just expressed his relief of me being fine, and how he was scared when Annabeth told everyone about me. No wonder everyone was so shocked seeing me come back with Percy. On the Fourth of July, the whole camp gathered at the beach for a fireworks display by cabin nine. Being Hephaestus's kids, they weren't going to settle for a few lame red-white-and-blue explosions. They'd anchored a barge offshore and loaded it with rockets the size of Patriot missiles. According to Annabeth, who'd seen the show before, the blasts would be sequenced so tightly they'd look like frames of animation across the sky. The finale was supposed to be a couple of hundred-foot-tall Spartan warriors who would crackle to life above the ocean, fight a battle, then explode into a million colors. As Annabeth, Percy and I were spreading a picnic blanket, Grover showed up to tell us good-bye. He was dressed in his usual jeans and T-shirt and sneakers, but in the last few weeks he'd started to look older, almost high-school age. His goatee had gotten thicker. He'd put on weight. His horns had grown at least an inch, so he now had to wear his rasta cap all the time to pass as human. "I'm off," he said. "I just came to say ... well, you know." I tried to feel happy for him. After all, it wasn't every day a satyr got permission to go look for the great god Pan. But it was hard saying good-bye. I'd only known Grover a year, yet he was my oldest friend. Annabeth and I gave him a hug. She told him to keep his fake feet on. I asked him where he was going to search first. "Kind of a secret," he said, looking embarrassed. "I wish you could come with me, guys, but humans and Pan ..." "We understand," Annabeth said. "You got enough tin cans for the trip?" "Yeah." "And you remembered your reed pipes?" "Jeez, Annabeth," he grumbled. "You're like an old mama goat." But he didn't really sound annoyed. He gripped his walking stick and slung a backpack over his shoulder. He looked like any hitchhiker you might see on an American highway. "Well," he said, "wish me luck." He gave Annabeth and I another hug. He clapped Percy on the shoulder, then headed back through the dunes. Fireworks exploded to life overhead: Hercules killing the Nemean lion, Artemis chasing the boar, George Washington (who, by the way, was a son of Athena) crossing the Delaware. "Hey, Grover," Percy called. He turned at the edge of the woods. "Wherever you're going—I hope they make good enchiladas." Grover grinned, and then he was gone, the trees closing around him. "We'll see him again," Annabeth said. July passed. I spent my daysplanning out strategies with Luke for capture-the-flag and making alliances with the other cabins to keep the banner out of Ares's hands. I got to the top of the climbing wall for the first time without getting scorched by lava. From time to time, Percy and I would walk past the Big House, he'd glance up at the attic windows, and think about the Oracle.

I tried to convince him that its prophecy had come to completion. "You shall go west, and face the god who has turned." "Been there, done that—even though the traitor god had turned out to be Ares rather than Hades." "You shall find what was stolen, and see it safe returned." "Check. One master bolt delivered. One helm of darkness back on Hades." "You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend." Percy recited. "Ares had pretended to be our friend, then betrayed us. That must be what the Oracle meant.... Or maybe Nereid?"

"And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end." He sighed. "I had failed to save my mom and lost you..."

"So why are you still uneasy?" The last night of the summer session came all too quickly. The campers had one last meal together. We burned part of our dinner for the gods. At the bonfire, the senior counselors awarded the end-of-summer beads. Percy and I got our own leather necklace, and when I saw the bead for my first summer. The design was pitch black, with a sea-green trident shimmering in the center.

"This is so beautiful..." I smiled to Percy. "The choice was unanimous," Luke announced. "This bead commemorates the first Son of the Sea God at this camp, and the quest he undertook into the darkest part of the Underworld to stop a war!" The entire camp got to their feet and cheered. Even Ares's cabin felt obliged to stand. Athena's cabin steered Annabeth to the front so she could share in the applause. I'm not sure I'd ever felt as happy or sad as I did at that moment. I'd finally found a family, people who cared about me and thought I'd done something right. And in the morning, most of them would be leaving for the year. * * * The next morning, Luke called me. He gave me a paper, telling me to fill it out, and asked me to meet him as soon as I could. I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong: Dear (WRONG NAME) , If you intend to stay at Camp Half-Blood year-round, you must inform the Big House by noon today. If you do not announce your intentions, we will assume you have vacated your cabin or died a horrible death. Cleaning harpies will begin work at sundown. They will be authorized to eat any unregistered campers. All personal articles left behind will be incinerated in the lava pit. Have a nice day! Mr. D (Dionysus) Camp Director, Olympian Council #12 That's another thing about ADHD. Deadlines just aren't real to me until I'm staring one in the face. Summer was over, and I still don't know what to do. I had no where to go to. The only option I had was Percy's or maybe Hades was not joking about inviting me back to the Underworld. Sighing I decided to just meet Luke before filling it for second opinions. The campgrounds were mostly deserted, shimmering in the August heat. All the campers were in their cabins packing up, or running around with brooms and mops, getting ready for final inspection. Argus was helping some of the Aphrodite kids haul their Gucci suitcases and makeup kits over the hill, where the camp's shuttle bus would be waiting to take them to the airport. I was walking around looking for Luke. I jumped when I felt someone tap me from behind. I instinctively unsheathed my knife and turned only to see Luke with his hands raised.

"Whoa! Calm down just me." He laughed.

"Kinda weird seeing someone laugh at a knife pointed at them." I smirked sheathing my knife.

"I only laugh since its you." He smiled and ruffled my hair. "Are you done with everything?"

"Not really. I don't know whether to leave or not yet. That's why I came. Help me?" I asked him.

He turned to me and to the forest. "How about you hear me out about something... important and private... then decide?" He gestured towards the forest.

"Not planning on killing me are you?" I squinted at him.

He gasped. "Not you. Never. I would never hurt you."

I let him lead me to a shrouded area of the forest.

"How serious is this thing that you can't let anyone see? I am blindly trusting you here Luke." I laughed nervously. But when he didn't reply I felt something was off. "Luke, okay this isn't cool. How deep into the forest do we have to go?"

"Y/N remember when you said... You want to be the person I trust...? How you promised to help me?"

"Luke?" He took my hand and pulled me sharply. I winced at how hard he pulled me. "That hurts! Let me go!"

He snapped back and let go of my wrist. "I-I'm sorry... Y/N..."

As much as I knew I had to leave, I couldn't I was worried about him. I reluctantly placed a hand on his shoulder. "What's happening?"

"I did it..." I said and sat on the ground. "I swear I didn't mean to get you hurt. But, I confess to everything. I  stole bolt and helm, I summoned the hound, I gave Percy the cursed shoes... And just now, I tried to kill Percy Jackson." He looked at me with empty eyes.

I shot up and looked at him in emotions I couldn't put in words. "W-Wh---" I wanted to leave and check on Percy. But once again, seeing him right now... I need to stay with him. "Why are you telling me this...?"

"Join me... please?" his voice was weak. He sounded vulnerable. "Let's serve my Lord together..."

"L-Luke... no. I-I can't do that!" I took his shoulder, "Y-You should stay with me instead. How about that, huh? L-Let's explain to Chiron and the others... come on please. I could help you!"

Nothing was working.

"Come with me..." He muttered.

"Luke, I won't join you. You have to change your mind. You can't do this."

"I can't change my mind."

"I can help you with that? How about you go with me huh? I could spend all my time doing this and that. Please, just change your mind."

He didn't reply for a while until he whispered, "Promise me."

"Promise you what?"

"You'll stay with me."

"What? Luke I wo--"

"You won't join... Just...don't stay here for the year... and stay with me."

"I-If I stay with you... what would that mean?"

"Yo-You... might change my mind."

"I'll go." I replied with no hesitation. "I'll leave camp for the year. And I'll find my parent to prove to you that Gods and Goddess aren't all bad. We'll find my parent together."

"I do my lord's bidding--"

"You can still do it. If you want to. But whatever happens... stays only between us. I'll stay with you until I change your mind. And I'll bring you back to camp."

"I would never do anything to ruin your trust in me." He knelt down. It was kinda awkward but hey... "I need you."

Worry not hero. We shall stay.

"Please..."

We'll meet again. Wait for us, we shall join you soon. Now leave.

I had no idea what happened since when I came to Luke was gone and there was no sign of him anywhere. How were we going to st---

We will meet him once we leave. Now go as our hero needs us.

I suddenly remembered Percy's state that Luke had told me about. So I ran. I ran to the Big House

***

Percy finally opened his eyes. He was propped up in bed in the sickroom of the Big House, his right hand bandaged like a club. Argus stood guard in the corner. Annabeth and I sat next to Percy, I was holding his nectar glass and she was dabbing a washcloth on his forehead.

"Here we are again," Percy said. "You idiot," Annabeth said, "You were green and turning gray when we found you. If it weren't for Chiron's healing..." "Now, now," Chiron's voice said. "Percy's constitution deserves some of the credit." He was sitting near the foot of the bed in human form. His lower half was magically compacted into the wheelchair, his upper half dressed in a coat and tie. He smiled, but his face looked weary and pale, the way it did when he'd been up all night grading Latin papers. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Like my insides have been frozen, then microwaved." "Apt, considering that was pit scorpion venom. Now you must tell me, if you can, exactly what happened." Between sips of nectar, he told them the story.

I bit my lip trying to keep what happened between Luke and I private. It was a risky move that would not be approved by anyone after all. The room was quiet for a long time. "I can't believe that Luke..." Annabeth's voice faltered. Her expression turned angry and sad. "Yes. Yes, I can believe it. May the gods curse him.... He was never the same after his quest."

Percy was looking at me as if checking what was my reaction to his story. "This must be reported to Olympus," Chiron murmured. "I will go at once." "Luke is out there right now," Percy said. "I have to go after him." Chiron shook his head. "No, Percy. The gods—" "Won't even talk about Kronos," Percy snapped. "Zeus declared the matter closed!" "Percy, I know this is hard. But you must not rush out for vengeance. You aren't ready." "Chiron... your prophecy from the Oracle... it was about Kronos, wasn't it? Was I in it? Y/N? And Annabeth?" Chiron glanced nervously at the ceiling. "Percy, it isn't my place—" "You've been ordered not to talk to me about it, haven't you?" His eyes were sympathetic, but sad. "You will be a great hero, child. I will do my best to prepare you. But if I'm right about the path ahead of you..." Thunder boomed overhead, rattling the windows. "All right!" Chiron shouted. "Fine!" He sighed in frustration. "The gods have their reasons, Percy. Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing." "We can't just sit back and do nothing," He said. "We will not sit back," Chiron promised. "But you must be careful. Kronos wants you to come unraveled. He wants your life disrupted, your thoughts clouded with fear and anger. Do not give him what he wants. Train patiently. Your time will come." "Assuming I live that long." Chiron put his hand on Percy's ankle. "You'll have to trust me, Percy. You will live. But first you must decide your path for the coming year. I cannot tell you the right choice...." I got the feeling that he had a very definite opinion, and it was taking all his willpower not to advise me. "But you must decide whether to stay at Camp Half-Blood year-round, or return to the mortal world for seventh grade and be a summer camper. Think on that. When I get back from Olympus, you must tell me your decision." "I'll be back as soon as I can," Chiron promised. "Argus will watch over you." He glanced at Annabeth. "Oh, and, my dear... whenever you're ready, they're here." "Who's here?" Percy asked. Nobody answered. Chiron rolled himself out of the room. I heard the wheels of his chair clunk carefully down the front steps, two at a time. Annabeth studied the floor. "What's wrong?" Percy asked her. "Nothing. I ... just took your advice about something. You ... um ... need anything?" "Yeah. Help me up. I want to go outside." "Percy, that isn't a good idea." Percy slid his legs out of bed. Annabeth and I caught him before he could crumple to the floor.

I said, "I told you ..." "I'm fine," He insisted.

He managed a step forward. Then another, still leaning heavily on me. Argus followed us outside, but he kept his distance. By the time we reached the porch, his face was beaded with sweat. But we had managed to make it all the way to the railing. It was dusk. The camp looked completely deserted. The cabins were dark and the volleyball pit silent. No canoes cut the surface of the lake. Beyond the woods and the strawberry fields, the Long Island Sound glittered in the last light of the sun. "What are you going to do?" Annabeth asked us. "I don't know." Percy replied. "I got the feeling Chiron wanted me to stay year-round, to put in more individual training time, but I'm not sure that's what I want. I also don't want to leave you both with Clarisse only." Annabeth pursed her lips, then said quietly, "I'm going home for the year, Percy." He stared at her. "You mean, to your dad's?" She pointed toward the crest of Half-Blood Hill. Next to Thalia's pine tree, at the very edge of the camp's magical boundaries, a family stood silhouetted—two little children, a woman, and a tall man with blond hair. They seemed to be waiting. The man was holding a backpack that looked like the one Annabeth had gotten from Waterland in Denver. "I wrote him a letter when we got back," Annabeth said. "Just like you suggested. I told him... I was sorry. I'd come home for the school year if he still wanted me. He wrote back immediately. We decided... we'd give it another try." "That took guts." She pursed her lips. "You won't try anything stupid during the school year, will you? At least ... not without sending me an Iris-message? Both of you?" Percy managed a smile. "I won't go looking for trouble. I usually don't have to."

"You already know my plans."

"When I get back next summer," she said, "we'll hunt down Luke. We'll ask for a quest, but if we don't get approval, we'll sneak off and do it anyway. Agreed?" "Sounds like a plan worthy of Athena."

She held out her hand. Percy shook it. She gave me a hug. "Take care, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth told Percy. "Keep your eyes open."

"You too, Wise Girl."

Then turned to me, "Good luck on your own quest Droopy."

"Of course Peabody." We watched her walk up the hill and join her family. She gave her father an awkward hug and looked back at the valley one last time. She touched Thalia's pine tree, then allowed herself to be lead over the crest and into the mortal world. "I made my decision." Percy said. "What's yours?"

"I'll be leaving camp... I'm going to look for my parent..." He looked at me in shock. "I'll be back next summer," I promised him. "I'll survive until then."

"Alone?"

I smiled at him.

"Don't you want to stay with us? Mom said---"

"I want to find my parent. I need to. I'll be fine Percy."

I helped Percy to his cabin so he could pack and went to mine. To my surprise I see a middle-aged man with an athletic figure slim and fit with salt-and-pepper hair, and a very familiar sly grin. He had bags at his foot.

"Delivery for Y/N L/N."

"Uhm..."

"Hermes." He said.

I froze and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Personally packed. As a thank you for what you're about to do." He smiled softly and handed me the bags.

"H-Huh...?"

"For helping Luke."

"I..."

Don't forget her mail!

Ooh! And tell her to bring us snacks next time we meet since it'll be often now!

No it wouldn't be often! She'll be with Luke!

"Both of you keep quiet." Pulling out a mail he handed it to me. "Luke... prayed to me telling me about your plan. He asked me to help you. I don't know what or why he did it. But I know he'll change thanks to you. So do guide him."

"Sorry you lost me at the talking air..." I blinked.

Hermes laughed and showed a caduceus. "It's just George and Martha."

"Hi?"

Hello!

Hi

"I just wanted to let you know. No god or goddess could see you. No matter how hard they tried. So your secrets.. are really secrets. Good luck on your travel."

Next time we meet you should have snacks.

Then he vanished.

Staring at the letter on my hand, I was stunned seeing it was from... my mom and dad.

Sweetie,

You've made quite a friend here.

-Mom and Dad.

I immediately knew where to look. I hurriedly took my bags not bothering to check the contents. I ran to Percy's cabin and helped him out so we could leave.

Percy got a cab and looked at me worriedly.

"I'll write you. Stay safe Arthur Curry." I ruffled his hair and watched him go.

I didn't know where to go so I just went to the first secluded area I saw.

"You have more stuffs than when you arrived." I heard someone behind me.

"You prayed to your dad. I hope he knows how to pack." I sighed turning to him. Turning around I barely made out Luke from the few days I last saw him. "You okay?"

"Do you know where to look first?"

Call upon our hound.

I whistled, I don't know why. But when I did, D/N came out of the blue. Luke looked at me and my dear dog, who was probably bigger than the hound he'd summon back then. "How do feel about L.A?" I said riding on D/N and making space behind me for Luke.

~~~END OF BOOK 1~~~

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[tortilla-of-courage]

Describing it as being like home is actually pretty accurate yeah.

And YES! I am totally willing to talk about my modern AU.

I've been calling it the Adoption AU because Time ends up adopting all of the boys. It mostly started as, I saw an edit for a tweet someone did with Wars and Wild that involved Taco Bell (cannot remember the blog or post for the life of me though), and so I wrote a thing about Warriors sneaking out of his university dorm to pick up Wild, who snuck out the window despite his broken arm, and then got extorted by Legend in exchange for silence at 3am.

This was followed by a fic where Groose decided spray painting a public building was a good idea and got himself and Sky arrested, set earlier in the timeline.

So then I made a timeline. Twilight is Time and Malon's biological son, and he found Wild on the side of the road one day (Wild's backstory involves a bad car wreck and an underground hospital, but no conspiracy bullshit. Yet). Wild has no memory, so they keep him. Wild brings home Legend, who was told his uncle died at school before a holiday. They then also keep Legend. Malon finds Four in her barn one morning for complicated reasons, and they keep him too. Twilight finds Warriors, who is in his class, hiding in an alley one day after he ran away from an abusive home and brings him home too. SS Impa (who I've nicknamed Shield because there are enough prominent Impas here that they should get nicknames too) is a social worker who's trying to find Sky a home and has run out of options, and turns to Time, who has a record of successfully housing 'unhousable' youths, and asks if he can take one more. He can. Wild finds Hyrule and brings him home because 'Rule needs a shower even more than Wild does. Hyrule stays. Wind's grandma ends up with Wind and his sister but can't financially take care of both and so Wind ends up with the boys and everyone is +1 Grandma.

Twilight has a fic detailing how he knows Midna and Dusk and I ended up shooting him (oops) but at least their social project gets handed in on time.

Then I started hashing out Time's backstory and suddenly this AU had plot. And organized crime. And a conspiracy. And secret societies.

The summarized version is that the gems from OoT are like, Idk what they do yet. Haven't gotten to a point where I need to figure that out yet. But they are Important and have to be carefully guarded. The Great Deku Tree (just called Deku because he's not a tree here) was Time's foster father before Ganondorf killed him. Also, Ganondorf is Deku's half brother. Because. However Time 'stole' the Emerald and he and Navi ran until OoT Impa (Sage) and Lullaby found them. So Time got adopted into Lullaby's family. Ruto inherited the Sapphire from her mother who also died from mysterious circumstances, and Darunia has the Ruby. Lullaby got the Ocarina from her late paternal grandmother.

Then Ganon finds them and tries to steal the Emerald from Time, so Lullaby goes looking for help and thus finds the sages. Saria is an anonymous hacker who uses the screen name 'Kokiri'. Time reveals he didn't steal the Emerald, he was Deku's heir, and then Navi goes missing. Time is home worried enough that he's physically sick, and Ganon decides to try and attack the home. Only Lullaby's family is Olde Money, and they live in a big, old manor, so Lullaby as Sheik decides to play 'Home Alone' with the secret passages in the walls and they piss off Ganon because when did that brat get a sheikah bodyguard??? Sage and Rottla (Lullaby's mother, who is fully sheikah as well) rush home from a thing and Kokiri is running a play by play watching the security cameras.

I pull in my headcanon that Time was killed in the Downfall Timeline by getting impaled on Ganon's tusk and Ganondorf stabs him with the tusk of a mounted boar head and then Sheik shows up to protect his brother, and then Mama gets home and is not happy to find this man in her home attacking her kids. Time is fine, but Navi stays missing. (She's alive tho.)

Also, Time's foster dad was the last leader of a secret society known as The Order of The Lost Woods, and Time learns this upon meeting Tatl, who gets him sucked into another event that would probably make a good action movie. I have thought too much about the Order and it's hierarchy, but what's important here is that Time ends up with a standing job offer and Tatl and he remain friends and we find out how I fit FD into this AU. It's not pretty. This is where Time loses his eye too.

The AoC came out and I added that Link in as Wild's twin brother and he shows up during the main plot.

Which starts with Twi getting kidnapped. (I'm not really meaner to him than the others, I swear, he's just the most logical choice to be Time's heir. Which he is. He doesn't know this though.)

So he's kidnapped by Ganondorf, who broke out of jail, Zant, who shot Twi in highschool, and Ghirahim, who has some history with Sky I haven't fleshed out yet and a very public rivalry with Warriors over twitter. About six weeks later Sage finds him in an abandoned warehouse (because of course) with a shackle on his left arm and a lot of new injuries. He ends up fine, but he tells Time later in the hospital what happened and he's both message and messenger and Time is this close to just committing murder. Tatl talks him down.

Somewhere here is the half finished fic where I introduce AoC Link as Luke/Knight, and this is as far as I've plotted thus far.

Other tidbits: Wild and Lullaby/Sheik are both genderfluid, Lullaby/Sheik married Ruto, Wild has a very popular YouTube channel, Twi does drag racing sometimes, Sky has a pet bird, Four has DID to explain how the Colours are here too, and Wolfie exists in the form of a random wolf-dog Wild found and brought home that Legend somehow convinced half the family was Twilight. Also, Warriors has somehow befriended an entire sorority and he doesn't know how this happened.

This... got long. As you can see I have a lot of thoughts about the Adoption AU. It's gotten a bit away from me, I'll admit. This went from 'Wild does stunts on his motorbike and keeps breaking bones but somehow not the bike' to 'Twilight got kidnapped and Time is the target of a mafia that Ganon runs and also maybe killed a man once' and I don't know how that happened. Also, this is the condensed version of the summary. My actual summary/outline is much, much longer than this. So if there's any detail you want more on, feel free to say so and I'll happily go into more detail (there are so many things I didn't even mention....)

And yes, Robbie having a bong is very important to my best friend, for some reason. He has one in a modern AU and he probably invented one in canon. I happen to agree that this makes sense for his character, if anyone would invent a bong in LoZ it's Robbie (this is such an anticlimactic end to this ask after the stuff about the modern AU...)

Also, sorry for the long ass ask. I genuinely don't know how to condense the Adoption Au down any further. There's a lot of important plot beats to cover, and I still skipped things.

-Attllhak

oh my GOD???? if you ever write and post this somewhere id love to read it, the level of "crazy" conspiracy/action movie elements implemented sound sosososo cool, from Ganondorf being Deku's half brother to trying to "send a message" via Twi and- just- all of this is SO good.i sat here and reread this ask like 3 times as if that would magically spawn more info about it ahaha

there's so much to unpack here but it's honestly so worth it i love every single detail!!! i can imagine the actual outline being way longer, nad honestly that just makes me the more excited/curious about all that might be missing from this ask - i cant believe it started with Wild and Wars going to Taco Bell of all things

also i can totally see Robbie making a bong, no matter the setting or AU. fits him a lot I'd say

and dont worry about long asks!! i adore opening up my askbox to see one ask take over the entire thing, it makes me really happy aha

[jemej3m]

Alice in wonderland fix but I really don’t know what character Andrew would be. Like the twins seem so obvious but I think the Cheshire Cat would be better bc of the smile and also how extremely unhelpful he is? Or maybe the mad hatter idk. Riko’s definitely the queen of hearts, and Kevin’s the white queen. I just think the concept of Neil running from his parents and falling down a rabbit hole is neat.

brUHHHHHHHH

(i didnt bother with the anthropomorphic shite because effort)

*

Neil flattened his palms on the hem of his sky-blue skirt, wondering how the hell he was going to get out of this place. He’d followed a harrowed-looking man with three red hearts tattooed and a pocket-watch clutched in his hand into a rabbit hole, and now he was standing in a field of talking flowers after growing to the size of his father’s manor and back down to an eighth of an inch. 

His father would be furious. He’d vanished from a very important gathering, of which Nathan Wesninski’s son was expected to attend. Then again, his mother would be relieved he’d found an escape, even if it meant she paid the price for his absence. 

Neil was terrified of his father, but he didn’t want his mum to bear the weight of his actions in his stead. So he had to find a way back. 

“Why,” said a voice. “Are you lost, young one?”

Neil looked up. Perched on a large mushroom was a woman, not too much older than himself. She had a head of golden ringlets and a superior-esque smile: between her fingers she held a pipe, smoke drifting and curling in an absent breeze. 

“Who are you?” Neil demanded. He was sure she hadn’t been there a moment ago.

She shrugged. “People call me Allison. You can, if you like. Would you like a puff?”

Neil, who missed his mother already, reluctantly nodded and clambered up the mushroom to sit beside her. 

“A lovely day for a stroll,” she said, slotting her pipe between his fingers. 

Neil took a drag. “What is this place? How did I get here?”

“How would I know?” Allison retorted. “I’m just a girl sitting on a mushroom, smoking. Breathe out, won’t you?”

He did: she curled her finger and he watched in awe as the smoke warped and rippled, forming shapes in the air. The young woman frowned, squinting. 

“Change is imminent, boy. You’d best be off.” 

“How did you -” 

“Goodbye, Neil,” she said, taking back the pipe and disappearing behind a cloud of smoke. He blinked. How had she known his name?

He slipped off the mushroom and lost a black slipper on the way. He walked around the dirt pathway’s bend and found a large, gnarled tree, the path splitting around it and veering off into two directions. Both were shrouded in darkness. 

Neil huffed. Refusing to overthink it, he veered towards the left. 

A new voice stopped him. “I wouldn’t go that way, if I were you.” 

“Well, you’re not me,” he said, petulant. The voice had come from above him: looking up, he spotted a short man, perched on the old tree’s thinnest branch. Another blonde, another strange place, another cryptic message. Neil was beginning to understand this place: it sucked. 

The man hummed, eyebrow arched. “Not many have been stupid enough to ignore me. What did you say your name was?”

“Neil,” Neil snapped. “And I want to go home.” 

“Really?” He fell backwards off the branch and swung, holding on with his knees to look at Neil whilst upside-down. “Why are you here, then, if you’re so keen on where you once were?”

“I just followed the man with the watch,” Neil argued. “I wasn’t looking to get stuck here. Wherever here is. Which is where, exactly?”

“Everywhere,” the man said, voice flat and ineffectual. “Nowhere. You’ll never find answers with questions like those.” 

“Fuck you,” Neil said with false cheer, walking around the man and continuing on the path he’d been told not to take. Spite was a powerful motivator, after all. 

“Neil,” said the man. “Say hello to Betsy for me, won’t you?” 

Neil flipped him off: the blond barked out a single laugh, which echoed in the darkness. 

Neil wasn’t afraid. There were worse things than the dark. His own skin was proof of that. 

Wherever he was going, he hoped to never encounter blonde men lazing on tree branches again. This day was already strange enough: he didn’t need a headache on top of that. 

A house appeared on the edge of the darkness, the dilapidated cottage on a cliff overlooking a large forest. In the distance was a looming castle, shrouded by a melancholic cloud that occasionally sparked and rumbled. A gust of wind sent shivers down Neil’s spine and he curled his arms around his stomach, wishing for a cardigan. 

Behind the cottage was a long table, set for tea. Despite the dozen spots, only three individuals were present, each one as perplexing as the next. 

The first was a tall man, bronzed, hair curling around his ears. He was practically hopping up and down in his chair, talking a million miles a minute. 

The second was a tiny man, sleeping inside of a teapot on the table. With dismay, Neil realised he looked exactly like the blond man who he’d encountered in the dark woods. How had he already arrived, when Neil had just spoken to him?

The third was a woman, oddly calm and composed. She was plump with greying brown hair and smile-wrinkles around her eyes. When the bronzed man poured the teeny blond into his cup of tea, she plucked him out and sat him in a teacup full of sugar cubes. 

“Who are you?” said the tall man, finally acknowledging Neil’s presence. “Are you here for tea? Betsy! We have another guest!” 

“Quite,” the woman said, smiling. Neil didn't trust that smile one bit.

“So you’re Betsy,” he said. 

“Ah,” she nodded. “Come across Andrew, did you?”

“He said to say hello,” Neil curled his fists in the hem of his dress, ignoring the tall man’s lavish stares. 

Betsy’s laughter tinkled like bells in the wind. She readjusted her hat. “Sit Neil. We were just about to serve tea.” 

“Next time, don’t serve me,” the tiny blonde grouched, crossing his arms. He wasn’t Andrew, Neil decided. It was rather plain to see, now that Neil had heard him speak.

“That’s Aaron,” Betsy said. “Andrew’s twin. This is Nicky, their cousin. I am Betsy, though you already knew that. Sugar?” She picked up the cup that Aaron was still in, ignoring his squawk. 

“No, thank you,” Neil said, remembering how his father would pinch his side if he forgot his manners. “It’s an odd time for tea, isn’t it?”

“We are always having tea,” Nicky said, voice saddened. “We are doomed to a constant tea party, where no one ever shows. But it is what it is!” He and Betsy clinked their teacups together and took a sip. “How about you, Neil? What did you do to the King?”

“I’ve done nothing to the King,” Neil said, affronted. “I don’t even know who he is!” 

“But you will,” Aaron said, clambering out of the teacup. “Not knowing him is a grievous offence. Everyone must know and adore the King.” 

“But I’m not from here,” Neil said, miserable.

Without the constraints of a teacup or teapot, Aaron grew to a normal (albeit still short) size, identical to that of his brother. He immediately yawned and ignored the broken crockery and spilled milk, curling up for a nap. 

“Don’t mind him,” Nicky said. “It’s better that he sleeps. He is brilliantly angry when awake.” 

“None of this makes any sense,” Neil insisted. “I just want to go home. Where can I find the man with the pocketwatch? He was the one I followed.”

“Three hearts on his cheek?” Betsy inquired. Neil nodded. She looked over her shoulder at the large castle. “You’ll find him in the castle. He is cursed to never be quite on time: you should be able to catch up with him, if you hurry.” 

Neil looked at the castle’s horrid silhouette. “You’re mad.”

“Yes,” Betsy agreed. “But aren’t we all?”

“I’m not going there. I don’t want to die.” 

“Craziness or death,” Nicky said, sullen. “You can’t escape your fate, and there's only two options.”

“You should visit the Queen before you go to the castle,” Betsy advised. “He may be able to help.”

Nicky was right: Neil was still alive here, so he had to be going insane. “He?” 

“Indeed,” Nicky said. “Why, is there something wrong with that?”

Neil just blinked. There was something wrong with everything here. He hadn’t once encountered something that behaved in a way Neil could predict. “No. Let’s go visit the Queen.” 

*

in a hypothetical pt. 2, we’ll meet the others!

(renee as an enslaved human form of the Jabberwocky??? anyone????)

[yue-muffin]

wooohooo!! translation dump as promised. I translated this so fast this afternoon, not much thought was put into it beyond “I think this is 90% correct” lol. I did get a few interesting observations about translation and learned a few words and phrases, so I annotated it because why not. it’s already messy.

also, because i can’t bring myself to cry over the original story, i’m not really sure of the whole timeline, but there are scenes that seem pretty common across multiple adaptations so i’m taking a wild guess and assuming a similar Thing happened in the original. that being said, there’s at least one other adaptation where shino is being bullied because of his/her father being a deserter and she/him crossdressing. 

I once read some of the jpn wikipedia page, and the part I read up to gave the reason shino (who’s male in the original) crossdressed as a child. and has a name you’ll typically see on girls. supposedly, his parents had a hard time having a child. when they finally had shino, his mother wished to follow a tradition where you raise a child (or maybe just male children? idk the past was sexist) as the opposite gender until their coming of age ceremony so they would grow up strong. 

so, back to the game...? haha well the basic structure of the first scene is familiar but you have no idea how thrown off i am that hamaji is a dude. shino as a girl, that’s fine. but hamaji as a dude??? it should be an...interesting change to the story.

Anyways. Here we go, super bad translation ahead.

里見八犬伝：八珠之記 | Legend of the Eight Dogs of Satomi: Records of the Eight Beads

初めから | New Game 画廊 | Gallery

続きから | Continue シーン回想 | Recollections

設定一覧 | Options 用語集 | Glossary

> New Game

「私の名前は？」 苗字は「犬塚」固定です。 名前は各7文字までです

“What’s my name?” The surname “Inuzuka” is fixed. The first name can be up to 7 characters.

naturally, i chose the default name: shino

主人公は 「犬塚信乃」です。 よろしいですか？

The main character will be “Inuzuka Shino”. Is this correct?

はい | Yes いいえ | No

「署名完了」 「オプションを聞きたいときは、STARTボ���ン。 閉じたいときは、Xぼトンに、ね？」

“Signature complete.” “If you want to listen to options, press the START button. If you want to close the options, press the X button, ok?”

村の若者 「くっそ、男女（おとこおんな）のくせに…」

Village Youth “Damn you, you man-woman…”

this vn is voiced! all except shino, which sort of infuriates me. but it is what it is. anyways this is super helpful. 男女 is a poor example bc it’s obvious this is being used as an insult, and in the case of an insult おとこおんな is used. but the same characters can also be said だんじょ, which gives it a general meaning of “men and women” with no derogatory connotation. so, voiced just helps overall when you’re not fluent in the language.

「だから、何？ そっちこそ、男のくせに負け惜しみ言おうっていうのか」 「勝負を仕掛けてきたのはそっちだろう」

“And, so what? I was just about to say the same thing. For a man, you’re such a sore loser. You’re the one who picked a fight with me.”

this is shino, who doesn’t get a name tag or voiced lines. sad. she speaks super informally lol. though, they all do, even hamaji who appears later.

村の若者 「……」

Village Youth “...”

「それで負けたからってその言い草はないだろう。 …自分こそ、男らしくないんじゃないのか」

“You lost, so there should be no excuses, don’t you think? …Not very manly of you, huh.”

村の若者 「何だと…っ」

Village Youth “What did you just say…!”

「私は間違ったことは言っていないはずだ。 負け惜しみで、悪口を言う暇はあったら、刀の鍛錬をしたらどうだ」 「悔しかったら、かかって来い！ この犬塚信乃が相手になる！」

“I didn’t say anything wrong. If you have the time to badmouth people like a sore loser, why don’t you focus on sword training. If you’re pissed off, then come at me! I, Inuzuka Shino, will be your opponent!”

刀だけは自信があった。ちゃんばら程度の腕で、負けるわけもない。 The only thing I had confidence in was the sword. With my skill in sword fighting, I wouldn’t lose.

村の若者 「くそ…お前なんか卑怯者の娘のくせに。 偉そうにしてんじゃねえよ！」

Village Youth “Damn you, you’re just the daughter of a coward. Don’t think so highly of yourself!”

村の若者 「そうだ、そうだ…っ。 おまえは結城合戦から逃げた卑怯者の娘だろう！」

Village Youth “That’s right, that’s right. You’re the daughter of a coward who fled from the Siege of Yuuki!”

「……！」 （卑怯、だと…？) 自分のことならまだいい。 だが、父上や母上のことを言われるとなると我慢ならない。 「私のことならいいけど、父上の悪口を言うのは許せない！」

(A coward, they said…?) I didn’t care if they insulted me. But, when it came to things said about my mother and father, I couldn’t hold back. “I don’t care what you say about me, but I’ll never forgive anyone who insults my father!”

村の若者 「戦が怖くて逃げ出したおまえの親父は卑怯だ。 蟇六様はそうおっしゃっていた、間違いねえぞ」

Village Youth “Your father is a coward who ran from battle in fear. Hikiroku-sama said that, so there’s no mistaking it.”

do not have enough brain power to figure out what 様 should be in this case. Hikiroku is the village chieftan/head.

「……っ」 私が刀の代わりの木の棒を振りかぶり……。 勢いよく振り下ろそうとした瞬間だった。 I brandished a tree branch in place of a sword. The moment I swung it down with force...

？？？ 「はい、そこまで」

??? “Alright, that’s quite enough.”

涼やかな声とともに現れたのは、見慣れた姿。 それを見て、先刻まで威勢の良かった彼らは黙った。

A clear, refreshing voice appeared along with a familiar figure. I looked over at the two who were previously so high-spirited and now fell silent.

村の若者 「浜路…」

Village Youth “Hamaji…” 

浜路 「ちゃんばらもいいけど、ほどほどにしないとね。 それに、君たちも女の子に寄ってたかってっていうのは感心しない」

Hamaji “Sword fighting is good at all, but it should be done in moderation, right? Not to mention, ganging up on a girl isn’t exactly admirable of you two.”

at some point, i kind of had a re-realization that direct translation just is so subpar. like, there’s so much nuance that is conveyed in a phrase but if you were to translate it literally, it would lack that impact in english. there’s no choice but to elaborate a bit in english. that’s more important than making sure there’s a one-to-one match up.

it took me so. damn. long. to unlearn my habit of ‘as close to literal as possible. no embellishments. no elaboration.’ to be entirely fair, i didn’t realize until recently just how much an official translated text can differ from the original (see: haruki murakami’s novels. i was shocked to learn just how different some parts were.)

浜路は受け止めた木の棒を、優しく私に押し返す。 Hamaji gently forced me back with the tree branch he’d stopped earlier.

浜路 「さあ、今日はおしまいだよ。 俺と彼女は用がある、さっさと帰りなよ」 「それでも帰りたくないって言うの��ら…。 俺にも考えがあるけど…？」

Hamaji “Now, that’s all for today. She and I have some business to take care of, so you hurry back home.” “But if you say you don’t want to go back… I can think of something else…?”

浜路のニッコリとした笑顔には、誰でも敵わない。 ものを言わずとも、迫力がある。

No one could rival Hamaji’s sweetly smiling face. It had such intensity, even without him saying anything.

村の若者 「い、行こうぜ…」

Village Youth “L, Let’s go…”

村の若者 「あ、ああ…」

Village Youth “Y, Yeah…”

浜路 「…さてと、信乃？ 喧嘩はするなって、俺、言っていなかったかな？」

Hamaji “…Now then, Shino?” What have I said about not getting into fights?”

「喧嘩っていうか、刀の鍛錬の一環で…」 （うう、怖いってば…)

“Fights are part of sword training…” (Uwah, how scary…)

浜路 「刀の鍛錬？ 男装をしているとはいえ、女の子の君が？」

Hamaji “Sword training? You do dress as a man, but as a girl, you…?”

i really hate it when sentences trail off or are cut off haha. i mean, i get the impression and i know what it means in my head. but without the rest of the sentence i sometimes get a little confused about how to translate it.

i didn’t know how to word that last sentence. i don’t think hamaji meant it in a bad way, he was just surprised since just because she dresses as a man all the time, doesn’t mean she’d like activities that are more male-oriented. but idk. this hamaji is kind of hard to read.

「…すみませんでした」 （だって、刀の鍛錬は趣味だし…）

“…Sorry.” (I mean, I like sword training…)

interestingly, shino got super formal here. so maybe she did feel as if she was being criticized for liking something traditionally for men.

だが浜路は怒らせると、恐ろしい。 微笑見ながら罵声を浴びせてきかねない。

But, angering Hamaji was a scary thing. He would yell at you while smiling.

（まあ、私の勝手な憶測だけど…。 笑いながら怒る印象はあるけど、実際にやられたことはないし…） 長い付き合いだが、甘やかされた経験しかない。 浜路はいつも笑顔だが、言うことは的確だ。 敵に回したら恐ろしいことになるとは常々思っている。

(Well, that’s just my own guess though… He seems like the type to smile while angry, but the reality is, it’s never really happened…) We knew each other for a long time, but he had only ever treated me indulgently. Hamaji was always smiling, but what he said was always exactly how he felt. I always thought it would be scary to become his enemy.

hamaji does have a “smiling” voice. it’s very pleasant and calm, even when he’s telling you off. she does imply that his appearance doesn’t match what he feels, but his words are always "on point” (的確). 

ALSO I HAD NO CLUE 実際 was actually JISSAI. well, I read the JI- part and looked it up, and...well 実際 is jissai. i’ve know this word for so long but i’ve never seen it written in kanji before lol.

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OKAY TIME FOR THE MUSHROOMING AU LET’S GO AAAAAAAAA

I’ll warn everyone. Under the cut you’ll find a LOT of rambling about mushrooms. Not only the AU. Feel warned.

Also some spoilers for 2-2 I guess.

Okay so! First things first! In Poland, where I come from, people traditionally go to local forests to pick mushrooms (especially during autumn!). There are tons of species, too! Some popular edible ones include:

(Borowik szlachetny, Boletus edulis, photo by Staszek99 on Wikimedia)

(Podgrzybek zajączek, Xerocomus subtomentosus, photo by Basik07 on Wikimedia)

(Czubajka kania, Macrolepiota procera, photo by Chrumps on Wikimedia)

There are also tons of inedible and poisonous ones, like:

(Muchomor czerwony, Amanita muscaria, photo by Onderwijsgek on Wikimedia)

(Borowik szatański, Rubroboletus satanas, photo by Archenzo on Wikimedia)

(Mleczaj wełnianka, Lactarius torminosus, photo by Jerzy Opioła on Wikimedia)

There are four main rules of picking mushrooms in Poland -

1) Don’t pick mushrooms that you aren’t 100% sure that they are edible. There are a lot of similar edible and inedible fungi with lamella (I’ll explain that later) in Poland! That’s why it’s so important - it can be deadly to eat the wrong mushroom.

2) Mushrooms with tubes are generally safe to eat, except Rubroboletus satanas, but it tastes terrible anyway so you probably won’t eat it in an amount high enough to die. And let me note something. THIS RULE ONLY APPLIES TO POLAND, PLEASE CHECK YOUR LOCAL MUSHROOM SPECIES (AND LAWS) BECAUSE MUSHROOMS WITH TUBES ARE NOT ***INHERENTLY*** SAFE TO EAT, IT’S A LOCAL THING!!! But yeah, that’s how it works here. “But what are lamella and tubes?” Those are the hymenophores, baby! I can’t exactly remember what they are (something with reproduction, for sure), but it’s the bottom of the mushroom. That’s a lamella-type:

(Photo by Strobilomyces on Wikimedia)

And that’s a tubes-type:

(Photo by Jerzy Opioła on Wikimedia)

3) Always cut the mushrooms off by the bottom, rather than pull them out of the ground. This way they can regrow! The way fungi grow is really fascinating, but basically, the mushroom can regrow from that little part. Wow! Also, that means you have to bring a knife to mushroom-picking. A small one is enough.

4) Don’t destroy inedible mushrooms. They’re inedible to people, but not the animals! Plus, they’re an important part of the ecosystem, and are often really pretty. Just don’t.

Those rules are the very basics! Like, it’s things that children in grades 1-3 learn at school! More professional mushroom-pickers will probably know which mushrooms are in symbiose with what trees, where are the best spots, which mushrooms with lamella are safe and all the good stuff. I’m on the “don’t even look at mushrooms with lamella” side of things, haha.

Mushrooms are also traditionally put into baskets, while being collected:

(Photo by me!)

But I saw some people put theirs into buckets as well. This is not recommended, as plastic isn’t as breathable as wicker, however, it’s mostly people who sell mushrooms so they have to pick a lot of them. But there are even madlads with plastic bags... *shivers*

But that’s enough of an intro! Now the ACTUAL AU stuff!

(while my thoughts on mushrooms were really nicely packed, the thoughts on the AU will NOT)

okay so basically in all honesty i was mostly thinking about... kanna. i even tried to design her! i kinda left my drawings at home and theyre not even particularly well-drawn NOR do they, like, show what i *want* her to look like. some notes include:

id mostly use the color scheme from her canon outfit?

instead of the white uniform skirt, she gets a pair of magenta pants (it would be pretty impractical to wear a short skirt for mushroom-picking, and white isn’t an option because it’s easy to get that dirty in a forest)

a simple dark green jacket, with some lighter green/white accents here and there. 

im thorn between giving her brown boots and more sport-y shoes... aaaaa boots are more practical but i personally usually go in sporty shoes cuz my boots have a weird love-hate relationship with my pants so yknow

since most people pick mushrooms during fall, it would probably be cold so she gets a scarf. idk *what* scarf yet but she gets one dangit (on a sidenote, i decided that i dont really want shin to have a scarf. maybe ill explain a bit later)

also she gets this sort of. cloth thing. the word in polish is “chusta” and my dictionary translates it to scarf but my understanding of scarves and chusty is telling me - not every chusta is a scarf and vice versa. the sort of thing i mean is, like, a square bandana, but not exactly? or maybe it is a bandana???? example photos:

(from owasowa.pl store!)

(from avanti24.pl!)

and the specific chusta i want for kanna is. like, white with magenta flowers? colors cuz her canon color scheme and flowers cuz her death + flowers are pretty and a popular motif for that stuff

i personally usually wear my chusta tied under the chin rather than behind my neck but i can’t find any photos like that so just. imagine??? i guess???? also unlike the models i leave some of my hair at front cuz it looks cute

remember what i said about buckets? screw that she gets a blue bucket. like from her head but a bit bigger so she can fit more mushrooms in there

and here im thorn between making her super good at picking mushrooms OR under average for her age aaaaaaaaaa can you imagine my pain

like, the super good part could maybe come from like, the newfound love for kugie? like, maybe kugie’s family is just great at mushroompicking in general and bringing her to forests for walks&mushrooming could be a fun lil thing that they would be doing aaaaaa

but the under average part could be coming from her having a difficult childhood so she could only start learning that stuff at later age, yknow?

i was also thinking about shin a bit (he lives in my head with relatively low rent, of COURSE i was thinking about him, lil miss “shin on pfp”). i want him to be a VERY, like, basic-level guy, like, “no mushrooms with lamella” “doesnt know whats in symbiose with what” sort. kinda like me, huh since his canon outfit seems to be quite good for mushroompicking actually, my only changes would be that he closes his jacket now cuz its cold AND he gets no scarf rights. i. don’t know how to articulate why i think it’s a good idea. but its partially cuz it would be hillarious for him to be freezing but pretending he ISNT. also he gets a regular basket? like, the one I showed as an example is pretty thin and atypical, im thinking really more regular wicker. id say its a typical święconka basket but i’d need to explain what a święconka is so maybe not.

i was. trying to to think about joe and sara a bit? i only got that they both have light blue softshells but in slightly different shades? and they have currently both baskets but joe tried to use a plastic bag at some point. sara is okay with species (i KNOW i kinda dragged the “no mushrooms with lamella” rule, but it’s REALLY what most people are using. it’s simple and reliable, you’re just missing out some dubious mushrooms, really), but bad at noticing them, the exact opposite of joe.

thats. all the thoughts i have im sorry i dont include any other characters i just didnt think about them and i needed to get out what i already had, heres a handful graph of amount of thought i gave to every character, made in like 1 minute in MS Paint:

so yeah. aaaaa

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everybody always makes alice longbottom in the same families: fortescue, selwyn, prewett. which do you think is best? or do you have better suggestion? thnx

Honestly I really don’t like Alice as a Prewett. It doesn’t make sense to me. I mean we know that Molly is really big on family, basically adopting Harry after five minutes conversation, so if Neville was a nephew or something like that don’t you think she’d have been part of his childhood? Even just a small part? Don’t you think the Weasley children would consider him family, even distant family, if he was a direct Prewett descendant? Making Alice a Prewett makes me uncomfortable, because if you project that lineage out to what we get in the books later it just doesn’t work. imo: bad idea, one of the worst.

Between Fortescue and Selwyn, I prefer Selwyn. We don’t get to really meet any Selwyns in the books – just one Death Eater who shows up briefly – but we have a nice little encounter with Florean Fortescue, and he seems like a friendly sort of guy. Someone who would likely have made at least a token effort to be involved in the childhood of a basically-orphaned little kid whom everyone thought was a Squib, if he had been part of Neville’s family. And while there is nothing in the books that says he and Neville weren’t family or friendly, the fact that Florean hangs out with Harry for a summer and doesn’t mention anything about Neville – a boy who is in not just the same year as Harry, but the same house – well, it just reads as off. Or that is it would read as off, if Neville was a relative of Florean, because that seems like the kind of thing that would have come up in conversation even if he and Neville weren’t personally close. But when Harry is summarizing his weeks in Diagon Alley, he doesn’t say “Florean Fortescue, Neville’s uncle who ran the ice cream parlor…” or anything like that, which leaves anyone trying to make that canon connection the responsibility of answering the question, why not? Why would Florean not introduce himself via Neville when he met Harry? Why would Harry not reference Florean’s connection to his housemate? I’m not saying you can’t make it work, that it’s impossible to come up with a way to make Alice a Fortescue without making later events in the books go wonky – but you definitely need to make that effort to craft that backstory.

Honestly having Alice be directly related to anyone we meet in the books who interacts with Harry in any sort of extended and friendly fashion doesn’t really work for me, because it feels awkward for them to never mention something about “oh you got to school with my nephew, Neville, he talks about you all the time!” or so on, you know? And again, it’s not impossible to do it and do it well, but it is something you have to tackle because when you’re writing a prequel (which is what Marauders Era stuff is if you think about it): you have to be very conscious of the canon that is going to come later and how what you’re writing now that’s new works alongside what was written previously about what is going to happen next. I think we’re all familiar with badly done prequel stories that don’t quite mesh with their later-slash-earlier installments, so I expect you get what I mean when I say that that kind of attention to detail matters!

(Also tbh most of the time when I see Alice linked to a family like that, one of the “nice ones” we meet, her background tends to read as pretty “Mary Sue-ish” anyway. You know what I mean: the sort of OC-insert character who ~conveniently~ has really close family ties to other characters we know and she’s suuuuuper important in their lives and oh-so-special and…basically it just makes you think of bad fanfics, right? The kind you write when you’re twelve and want to burn later? Maybe that’s just me idk, but any time I see the name “Alice Fortescue” I cringe because I think I know what’s coming, and sadly I’m usually right.)

Anyway, basically the thing that I think is important to keep in mind when crafting a backstory for Alice is what we learn about Neville’s upbringing: he was raised by his paternal grandmother. He had a family of busybody relatives who sent him lots of advice on what classes to take and who all thought he was a Squib when he was little and did awful things to try and get his magic to show itself (the doing of which seemed very casual, almost like he was an afterthought, as evinced by him being dropped out the window once when someone wanted desert). No one thought he was important or talented. His grandmother takes him to visit his parents in St. Mungo’s on holidays. She acts very familiar to her daughter-in-law (although admittedly she’s spent about fourteen years visiting her in the closed ward by then, so there’s no telling what their relationship was like back when Alice had her full faculties) and worn-out by it all, although still fiercely proud of her son’s talents (and later her grandson’s, at least once he finally “lives up to” what she wanted from him after the fighting against Voldemort starts).

From here on out this is admittedly all extrapolation, but going off of what we know: it has always seemed to me as though there are a lot of Longbottoms of Augusta’s generation or around that age but not a lot of younger ones, and Alice’s family doesn’t seem to be involved in things with Neville much at all. We know she’s a pure-blood, because Neville is, so it’s not a situation like with Lily – but we also know that the family line means a lot to most pure-blood families. So from that we can draw the assumption that for whatever reason, Alice’s son doesn’t matter much to her side of the family, even though one would think he ought to. Is that because she comes from a huge family, so the Squib-ish son of the girl who went mad and got locked up in St. Mungo’s isn’t someone they need to spend much thought on? Is that because she comes from a family that has almost died-out and there just aren’t many of them left to care about him? Is it because they don’t consider him part of “their” family as much as they do “a Longbottom” because the maternal line doesn’t matter to them as much? Is it because Alice herself had a falling-out with her family so they severed ties before Neville was born?Is it because her family and the Longbottoms just don’t get along (either for reasons that existed at the time Alice and Frank got married, which she did despite her family’s wishes, or for reasons that cropped-up later – perhaps over the side that Alice and Frank chose in the war, or perhaps they blame him for what happened to her, etc etc?) so they don’t want to have anything to do with the Longbottoms...who might not welcome them anyway even if they did?

The last option makes me like the Selwyn idea because we know the Selwyns are pure-bloods at least in part (from the fact that Umbridge claims their lineage when sporting Slytherin’s locket) and we know that at least one of them was a Death Eater. Now that doesn’t necessarily mean the whole family was a bunch of blood-supremacists of course, but it does give us more potential to play with than we get from the Fortescues or the Ollivanders (or the Prewetts), I believe. Giving Alice a family that is: a) majority pro-voldemort or b) mixed between pro-voldemort/pro-dumbledore or even c) majority pro-dumbledore but with a few outcast death eaters provides a much more interesting and idea-fertile background, I think, for both her and her son.

To that end I’m thinking that if you really want to tie Alice in with a family that has members we know well – maybe one that provides you with relatives who will also be played in your game without adding a bunch of OCs – you can always go with the Lestranges. That’s an idea that occurred to me recently that I really, really like. Make her a cousin or second-cousin or so forth to Rodolphus and Rabastan. Not a sister; if she was that closely related to them the dialogue we get between Bellatrix and Neville later gets awkward because there’s no way she wouldn’t introduce herself as his “auntie” to drive the spikes in deeper, not if they had that kind of connection – but some sort of relation, anyway. Then you get to add another layer of intensity to a bunch of canon things without having to actually twist canon at all:

Why did Voldemort pick the Potters and their half-blood son to go after first, before the pure-blood boy? Maybe it wasn’t just because he and Harry shared the same blood-status; maybe it was because the pure-blood was related to his most loyal servant so he figured he’d start with the stranger (either because he thought Harry would be easier to deal with, or because he trusted Bella and her boys to be quick to deal with the Longbottoms if they got troublesome in the meantime).

Why did the Lestranges go after the Longbottoms when they wanted information about Voldemort’s whereabouts? Maybe it wasn’t just because they were Aurors who knew Ministry secrets and were part of the Order; maybe it was because they were family. We know that Bellatrix is enthusiastic about the prospect of pruning traitors out of her family tree after all, an idea that she would probably extend to her relatives-by-marriage even if the Lestrange brothers didn’t share that fatal familial enthusiasm for themselves…although they probably do.

Why did the Lestranges torture the Longbottoms so much that they lost their minds permanently, when surely that meant going far beyond the point of their actually being able to get any answers from them? Maybe it wasn’t just because they got carried away and liked the fun of it so they kept going even when it wasn’t useful any more; maybe it was exacerbated by the fact that Alice and Frank were family and they needed to be punished for choosing the wrong side. Maybe it was personal.

If Alice was a Lestrange before her marriage, then tension between the Longbottoms and the Lestranges gets ratcheted-up about a thousand points in all areas, both regarding the things that happen in the books and their relationships before. It puts her in a position similar to Sirius and Andromeda, where the battle lines are drawn between the branches on her own family tree and she has to decide how far she is willing to go for what she believes in, even when she knows the person looking back at her out of that silver mask.

The First Wizarding War divided people against their own family and friends and too often we get mired in extreme black-and-white ideas of good and evil sides, forgetting that there are a lot more shades of gray (just ask Sirius). Since we know so little about Alice, she’s a perfect opportunity to explore that nuance and making her related to a few Death Eaters (of any family) is a great way to play around with that. Honestly I have like a hundred different ideas of things that could be done with such an Alice so if you want to build one and you’re drawing a blank please hit me up I will gladly gush to you!

tl;dr Alice Selwyn = yes, that’s interesting. Alice Fortescue = a whole lot of meh and a little awkward. Alice Prewett = please no that causes more problems than it does anything else. Also consider as an option: Alice Lestrange.

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Loki x Reader: Secluded Village - Pt 2

I’ll just do it in parts instead of chapters cus like Idk, but yes I get to make up stuff and base stuff in fact and I don’t even know. I hope you enjoy, eventually there will be more Loki. I don’t know what’s happening. I just am writing. I’m just laying groundwork right now. I don’t know what’s going on.

Please comment

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Something heavy lay on your chest as you whined softly, beams of sunlight coming in through your thick curtains. Late morning sun forcing you awake as you finally stirred, your hand rising from your side and reaching for the lump on your chest: Chester the stray cat.

'Hello, Chester.' You murmured with a faint smile and another groan as you scrunched your eyes tighter against the sunlight creeping in between the curtains.

Chester yowled back at you, snuggling his head against your bosom and settling in more comfortably to stay asleep.

Slowly you blinked yourself awake, realizing sleep would elude you and knowing how late it was; patients would be coming soon. Despite Chester the large orange tabby's defiant protests, you had to get up.

With great effort, and Chester's continued cries, you sat up. Scooping the cat into your arms, you settled him back into the still warm bed and bundled him into the blankets that he might stay warm and comfortable. This eased his complaints somewhat and though he grumbled a bit more, he finally settled in and fell asleep once more, curled up contentedly as you set about your morning tasks.

Your home was fairly spacious, a one room cottage filled with plants of all manner growing in the many windowsills. You threw back the many curtains you had drawn last night to darken the room that you might be able to sleep well into morning knowing the late hours you kept. Planters hung from the ceiling, those that needed shade and little sunlight. You reached for your watering can and moved about the cottage watering your plants as you thought about the mysterious man you had met last night.

'You would've liked him I think, Chester.' You said as you moved about the cottage, setting the can down beside the fireplace, prodding the flames back to life. Chester slept on. He usually did in your one sided conversations but you felt that he listened despite his sleep, his ears twitching at the sound of his name. You glanced over your shoulder to make sure his ears were twitching, faithfully, they were. 'Loki he said his name was.' You reached into the pot next to the fire and added some spices to your morning breakfast, before reaching into the other containers beside the fire and adding herbs to the other cauldrons baking healing mixes for your expected patients. As well as unexpected patients.

Leaning back from the fire, you eyed the four or so hanging cauldrons and the kettle, all nestled together, carefully bubbling away. With a smile, you reached for your bowl and spooned yourself some breakfast as you finished up the last of your chores inside.

Sitting down at last at the kitchen table which often doubled as the place you saw your patients, you continued talking to Chester, 'You know, he's mysterious, that Loki, but between you and me,' you looked at the tall flowered plant sitting on the center of the table, petals splayed out like a star, 'And you I suppose,' you added to the plant, 'I wouldn't mind getting to know him if I ever saw him again. But you know how chance encounters in the woods are. Can you imagine, running into some strange man in the woods and thinking I'll ever meet him again? Maybe he'll pass through the city. What was he doing out there though? I mean honestly, that time of night? I know what I was doing. Chester don't look at me like that.'

Chester sat up, cleaning himself, staring at you judgementally.

You crossed your arms and leaned back, spoon in hand, 'Honestly you're so cruel.' You looked at the plant, 'So are you.' Glancing back at Chester you were certain he rolled his eyes. Opening your mouth to respond, there came a soft knock at your door. You bolted upright, pushing your chair back with a screech on the stone floor as you rushed to answer the door.

'Please, healer, are you busy? Can you help us?' An old woman stood in the doorway, hand on the shoulder of a swaying young boy who shivered uncontrollably in the warm summer day.

'Of course, come in.' You replied, motioning for them to enter.

The woman looked around curiously as she guided the boy in, 'Who were you talking to?'

'How long has he been shivering?' You ignored her question with a blush.

'Three days.' She replied.

The boy swayed and you gripped his arm, helping him to sit in the chair you had just been occupying.

Chester glared at the boy from your bed, sinking into a crouch and watching the commotion. After a moment he darted out the door and disappeared from sight.

You glanced after the cat before focusing on the boy. 'Can you tell me your name?'

'Thebian.' The boy replied through chattering teeth.

'Thebian.' You repeated, touching his clammy forehead, 'it's very good to meet you.'

'No it's not, you're-you're the healer. Only sick people meet you.'

You smiled, 'I see you still have your sense of humor.'

Thebian smiled back at you, teeth chattering, he pulled his blanket tighter around himself.

The woman, you assumed was his mother, sighed, 'Unfortunately Theby, you're sick, we need you working the shop and no one will come if you have the shivers, this healer is the only choice we have. Healer, can you help him?'

Resting your elbow in one hand and your chin in your other hand, you gazed at Thebian, studying him closely. 'Let me run some diagnostics and then I should be able to get you a treatment for it, but I should be able to help you, yes. The shivers can be nasty.'

Thebian shuddered, eyes closed as he shook, 'You're telling me.'

'You feel weak?'

'Yes.'

You nodded, 'Dizzy when you stand up?'

'Yes.'

'The world spins and you see spots?'

'Yes.'

'Shaking is obvious, touching you you feel feverish.'

Thebian coughed violently, suddenly, bending over for a few moments before straightening up and swaying in place eyes shut. He blinked a few times before slowly opening his eyes and staring at you, clearly dazed.

'Did you lose your vision there?'

'Uh ye.'

'Your vision goes away when ye cough?' The mom asked terrified.

Thebian nodded slowly.

'You can see the pupils of his eyes go out of focus.' You explained. 'This is advanced shivers. Luckily I've had a few cases of it recently so I've prepared a concoction to deal with it.' You moved to the fireplace and reached for one of the cauldrons. Moving to the side, you grabbed a medium sized urn, 'You're fairly far along so you're going to need more treatments than if you'd caught it sooner, you'll have to come back for more, but this should be enough to get you started.' You filled up the urn, pressing the lid onto it and sealing it tightly. 'Sip this nightly and be sure to bathe each day in warm water. You have to stay clean.' As you explained further instructions on how to care for the shivers, you began to refill the cauldron so that should another shivers patient come along they wouldn't be without treatment option.

'Bathe daily?' Thebian asked, holding up the urn and nearly dropping it.

The woman with him took it so he wouldn't drop it, 'That's awfully difficult.' She complained.

'So is dealing with blindness and possible death if it evolves too much.' You replied, continuing with the concoction and glancing over your shoulder.

Both their mouths fell open though Thebian's rattled and shivered until it was effectively shut again.

'Look, if you don't want the treatment plan, I'll keep it for a patient who will follow my instructions.' You reached to take the urn.

The woman held it away from you defensively, 'He'll do it.'

'Good, then I'll see you in a week. Make sure he bathes daily in warm water.'

She nodded slowly, 'Fine. Thebian, you're gonna smell like a fresh flower all pretty and clean.'

Thebian snorted but with his shivering it was hard to tell.

'Thank you healer.' The lady added.

'Of course.' You bowed low.

Compensation was arranged for your time and effort and the two left and then once more you were alone. Though only for a moment. A string of patients wandered in and you saw to a myriad of symptoms: injuries, sores, illnesses, and then finally...

Just as you were thinking things were dying down for the day a sudden rapping came at your door. Chester had returned some time ago and you were sitting on your bed scritching his chin, startled, you jumped to your feet and ran to the door.

Standing in the doorway, an official looking city guard stared down at you imperiously, 'Healer, you're needed urgently. Grab whatever supplies you think will aid you most and come with me.' The guard pointed towards a coach waiting a few meters away.

You blinked, dumbfounded. 'What's wrong?'

'Someone important is fallen ill and your skills are necessary. Urgency is required.'

You stood there for a moment as your brain struggled to comprehend. The guard glared at you, head bowing to stare down at you, clearly annoyed why you weren't complying.

Finally you realized, turning around and grabbing your cloak, rushing inside to grab your bag and medical things, basic herbs that could treat minor burns and cuts, lessen fevers and aches, and other minor illnesses. You rushed back outside, 'Sorry!' The guard followed after you, motioning for you to enter the coach and clambered in after you. The door swung shut with a very final bang.

Peering past the guard you watched the coach circle your cottage and drive back into the city.  Your cottage and garden, were on the edge of town, your plants grew better outside the city limits. On top of that if you ever had a sick patient that needed to board, it was better for them to be outside the thick city air, it was fresher out here near the forest, away from the dense city air. The river was fresher and the forest was crisper, the trees more alive.

Then slowly your cottage was gone from sight and you began to wind your way through the city, you leaned back into your seat, holding your bag close to your chest and stared straight ahead, unsure of what else to do on such a ride.

The guard loomed over you, sitting opposite you on the other bench and stared down at you unblinking.

'What's your name?' You asked timidly.

'Vance.'

'That's a nice name.'

Vance grunted.

'Where are we going to, Vance?'

'Lord Medve's estate.'

You blinked. Lord Medve? Wait until Chester heard, Lord Medve was one of the richest nobles in the city. Chester wouldn't be impressed though, still you wanted to tell him, you imagined Chester had been in his gardens, hunting Medve's exotic birds. 'Lord Medve's sick?' Is what you said out loud instead.

'We don't know.'

'Right, hence the short notice and the nondescript details on what to bring.'

Vance nodded, 'If we knew what was wrong, we wouldn't have brought you in. We'd have his personal healer heal him. She's baffled, so we're getting fresh eyes. Her stocks will have everything you need.'

You raised your eyebrow but didn't comment.

'Can you give me any background on his symptoms?'

Vance rubbed the back of his neck, 'You'll have to ask Patrice, his healer.'

You nodded, symptoms and diagnostics running through your head. 'Very well, the sooner we get there the better.'

'He's in a bad state, he collapsed this morning and hasn't woken up, that's when I was sent to get you.'

'He's unconscious? Oh we don't have long.'

'No, whatever it is, I imagine we don't. See the thing is, he got real sick for a day or so and then he was doing better and then out of no where he just collapses and I don't get it.'

You nodded, crossing off symptoms. 'Coughing?'

'Uh yea terrible cough.'

'See, you do know his symptoms.' You grinned.

Vance creased his brow and muttered, 'You should ask Patrice.'

'I'll ask her too, don't worry.'

The guard nodded.

The carriage lurched to a stop and the guard moved to the side, opening the door and motioned for you to follow him. Vance called, 'I got the public healer.'

'Bout damn time!' Someone snarled.

'Traffic's a bitch in the city at this time, don't you blame me.' Vance replied.

You clambered out of the coach and looked around. Two guards were standing there waiting to meet you and Vance.

'This her?' One of the guards asked.

Vanced nodded, wiping his mouth absently, 'Aye, it's her.'

'She helped my cousin with shivers.' The second guard muttered.

You managed a weak smile and waved, lifting your hand from your bag before gripping it once more. A light fog started to gather as the sun drifted low in the sky.

The first guard nodded thoughtfully, spitting into the gutter. Vance looked at the rising fog uneasily and the second guard gave you a small but grateful look.

'Let's just get her inside, the sooner whatever this is is cleared up the better.' Vance muttered.

You were within the richest part of the city, among rows of massive mansions. Even though they were in the city, they still had medium sized green grassy yards for exotic animals to lounge on.

Vance led you inside the front door, the first guard opened, resuming his post once you were inside.

Insides servants flew about, a certified circus of excitement as people ran to and fro.

'Vance! You're back! Is that the healer?' A woman called from the top of the stairs, harried and worn.

Vance turned and spun around, dodging a servant or two as you were plowed into, narrowly avoiding dropping your bag. The servant barked angrily at you and you quickly apologized, pressing yourself against the wall and trying to be as small as possible.

'Yes I have her!' Vance called back.

'This way, this way.' The woman called, motioning towards her.

Vance grabbed your arm roughly and dragged you towards the stairs. 'That's Patrice.' He explained as he pulled you along.

'There's a sick man in the house!' Patrice bellowed, her frayed blonde hair coming undone from its bun, 'Quiet down!'

You blinked at the loudness of it all, missing the peace of your cottage but dutifully following anyways. Holding onto your bag as tight as you could and gripping your hair, you winced at the tug on your arm by his burly hand.

Up stairs, down halls, past doors, on and on, the house seemed endless, your mind spun as you memorized the path you took. This was not like the friendliness of the forest, this was harsh and cold.

Finally Vance yanked you to a stumbling halt, nearly pulling an angry protest from you at being tossed about like some sort of cattle. Patrice held up her finger looking at both of you and motioning for quiet.

Patrice's voice, just above a whisper, 'Lord Medve sleeps within, he cannot wake, we have tried. This is beyond my knowledge. Healer, we bring you in now as our last hope, can you do anything for him?'

'I need to see him,' You replied just as quietly, 'and then I need to ask you about his symptoms since he cannot speak for himself, and then I will see what I can do.' You nodded, 'I think I have some ideas.'

Patrice inclined her head, 'Very well. You may enter.'

Vance opened the door and a strong odor filled the hallway as you entered the room. You were used to such smells by now but you didn't care for them regardless.

Upon entering the room, you could hear easily how strained Lord Medve's breathing was. You leaned your head against his girthy chest and listened to his lungs, straining to suck in and exhale air, moving your ear to his chest, you listened to the slow painful beating of his heart.

Reaching for a candle from the wall, you held it before his eye, and peeled his eye open, watching for signs of tracking the light but to no response. More confirmation to your theories. You glanced over at Patrice and Vance who were watching you with arms crossed. 'When did this all start?'

'Two days ago,' Patrice replied. 'About.'

'And this morning is when he collapsed?'

'Vance told you?'

You nodded.

'He's had a headache, nausea, coughing like the devil, barely slept a wink, aching like no one's business, I suspect the sleeping is from all the symptoms though. The devil's got his bowels too.' Patrice added.

You nodded.

'Been a nightmare keeping him decent. Especially now that he's unconscious, he's barely been off the pot when it started, and then suddenly he had a day of reprieve, we thought he was on the mends. Then he drops cold and everything is worse than ever. Do you know what it is? I'm stumped.'

'Yes, and it's not good. Even worse, I don't know who I'm supposed to tell.'

'What does that mean?' Patrice looked at you confused.

Vance blinked. 'It means someone's doing this to him.'

You nodded.

'He's being poisoned?' Vance asked, looked at Lord Medve.

'Pretty nasty poison too.' You continued, 'I don't keep the antidote on hand, it's that rare, you have a real nasty assassin you're working against. I'll have to go out into the forest to get it.'

'I'll go with you.' Vance announced.

'Well me too, I need to know where these antidotes are.' Patrice looked between the two of you.

'Uh no.' You looked at Patrice. 'Healer's trade, you're not my apprentice, I don't know you, and you'll slow me down, we're in a critical time period, we're running out of time, I have to leave right now to get this or he won't live. Vance, you'll slow me down too. I'm going to leave now, I can be back by morning with it to whip up an antidote.'

'Morning, I thought it's critical?' Patrice asked.

'It'll take time either way. My cottage has the rest of the ingredients I need and I'm familiar with those, I can make the antidote there and just have you administer it to him here, all you have to do is get him to drink it, you don't need me for that. The next step is making sure whoever poisoned him in the first place, doesn't poison him again in another newer and more creative way. Or doesn't go for a more efficient approach.' You said.

Vance nodded, 'Hopefully they don't go for something like steel.'

'Exactly.'

Patrice shook her head, 'Barbaric.'

'It's an Amatoxin mushroom, for the record.' You added, looking between them, hoping you could trust them both not to be the poisoners. The fact that they had both provided you with this much information gave you hope, but after all it was their boss. You shrugged inwardly, time was of the essence, you had to leave now.

Vance spoke, 'I'll get the coach to take you the edge of the city. You can leave from there.'

'Thank you.'

-

Before too long you were once more walking through the woods, following another familiar path. Breathlessly you walked along, counting footsteps.

'Cornacea extract.' You breathed as you walked. 'Cornacea.' You pulled your cloak tighter around yourself as summer was coming to an end, growing chillier and turning into autumn. Looking this way and that, you knew you should be coming close to the cornacea plants. Cornacea were tall ugly brown flowers, that looked perpetually dead no matter how it rained on them. They refused every effort you had made at repotting them and you couldn't figure what sort of soil or sunlight combination they required.

'Cornacea?' a voice came from the shadows.

You nearly jumped out of your skin until you registered who it was. 'Loki!' You snapped.

'Hello, pet.' Loki fell into step with you, appearing on the path beside you and walking along. His raven black hair trailed behind him on his long silk cloak, this time you were certain it was green on the inside. You looked closer and saw that his vest was actually velvet, or perhaps this time it was velvet and other times it had not been. 'What's cornacea?'

You scowled at him. 'It's a flower.'

Loki nodded thoughtfully, 'For healing I presume?'

'Yes.' you responded through grit teeth.

Loki looked at you under long eyelashes, seeming amused, 'Did I frighten you?'

'Yes.'

'The woods are full of frightening creatures, I thought you were aware of such things.'

'I wasn't expecting you.' You huffed before looking away and going back to peer in the gloom for the cornacea. 'Do you mind?' You finally added.

'Mind what?'

You pursed your lips. 'I'm here for my work.'

'Oh?'

'A nobleman is being poisoned and I need to find this cornacea extract to heal him.'

'How did you know he was being poisoned?'

'Based on the symptoms, I narrowed down the possibility that it wasn't certain illnesses given that you know, like he wasn't bleeding or coughing up blood or vomiting, and he only just now fell unconscious, and that he got better before he got worse which is symptomatic of amotoxin mushroom.'

Loki raised his eyebrows, 'You could tell all of that just by a few symptoms?'

'It's what I've studied for.'

'Impressive.' Loki nodded.

You blushed despite yourself, smiling and looked away, 'Thanks.' The two of you walked some more in silence as you continued looking for the plant. 'You know normally I do this alone.' You finally mumbled.'

Loki nodded, 'I figured. I'm just curious and want to learn.'

You thought of Patrice and Vance. Well, Loki wasn't slowing you down, and you couldn't begrudge him wanting to learn.

'What's it look like?'

'Tall, brown, ugly, kinda like a dried worm no matter how much rain it gets.' You replied, looking around in the dark gloom.

Pointing into seeming black darkness, Loki asked, 'Is that it?'

You squinted following his pale hand with long sharp nails, 'I don't see it.'

Loki looked down at you. Carefully he took your hand in his icy cold hand and you felt chills run up your spine, though whether it was from the cold or something else entirely you weren't sure. 'Here.' Slowly he guided you towards the spot, stopping just shy of the patch of gloom and helping you to kneel down. As your eyes adjusted to the increased darkness, you could make out the cornacea's brown wrinkled petals.

Your eyes lit up as you saw the plant for the first time, 'Loki you're brilliant!'

Loki smiled a closed mouth smile at you. 'Thank you.' He pulled his hand from yours and stared down at you waiting to see you collect it.

Your mouth opened for a moment at the absence of his hand from yours and you quickly snapped it shut, not sure how to explain what you were thinking. Numbly, mutely, you reached forward and began to pluck at the cornacea petals. A whole plant would do.

When you had finished, the two of you stood up once more.

'Will I see you again?' You blurted out.

Loki blinked, looking down at you.

'I uh, I need to get this back to Lord Medve, but, I … I didn't know if I'd see you again after last time I ran into you.'

Loki glanced up at the moon. 'You live in the nearby city?'

'In a cottage at the edge of it. I'm the city healer.'

Loki nodded thoughtfully, 'Perhaps so. I think we will see each other again.'

You smiled at him. Then you sighed, 'I need to go brew this, this man's life is in danger. Take care Loki.'

'And you, pet.'

You could feel Loki's eyes on you as you trotted back the way you came from. Though you didn't run as you did last time, you kept a steady pace back to your cottage.

To your surprise, Vance was waiting for you, dozing in the grass outside your door, hands crossed over his stomach, clearly waiting your return. You stepped past him softly opening the door so as not to wake him and hurried inside, reigniting your fireplace and began making the ingredients for the amotoxin antidote.

Vance started awake, moment's later, knocking at your door when he noticed the smoke coming from your chimney. You invited him in, offering him a cup of tea. Blearily and shaking away sleep, he accepted, sinking into your kitchen chair.

'You keep odd hours, healer.' He muttered.

'I get to sleep in is my trade off.' You replied nonchalantly. Pulling your blanket tighter around yourself and fighting off a yawn but failing, you poured the antidote into a stopper, 'This should do the trick, if I'm wrong...' you shook your head, not daring to offer the alternative.

'Don't be.' Vance said, pulling himself to his feet.

'I'm not.' You insisted.

'I'll be in touch.'

'It's been nice meeting you.' You replied as you handed him the small vial.

Vance took the vial from you and placed it carefully in his pocket, 'You're good at what you do. Or at least you seem like it, we'll soon find out if it's true.'

You nodded.

'Get some rest.' Vance turned and walked out the door, shutting it behind him.

With that, you stumbled over to your bed and sank onto it, collapsing and pulling the blankets around you. Chester came slinking into your house, however he managed to find a way in and curled up beside you, the two of you quickly falling fast asleep.

For a moment, just before you fell asleep, you jolted awake, startling Chester. Loki had promised to see you again? And he knew where you lived? You blinked. Exhaustion quickly regained control of your mind and an angry tired cat's insistent purring overwhelmed you. Sleep overcame and darkness fell around your mind. Two green eyes shimmered in your window and you were lost to the dreamscape.

[iamfallinforeverything]

I’m sorry (Peter Parker Soulmate!AU)

So it’s been a while again.. Life is just kinda messy right now.  I’ve tried to write one of the requests @wwesarahjaneroszko made but I don’t really know if that’s what you wanted 😅 Also I’ve tried my best with this but Tumblr kept deleting it and I think it could be better. idk

Also I made this an soulmate!AU because I really wanted to try to write one. 

Fandom: Marvel (Tony Stark and Peter Parker)

Summery: Being Tony Starks daughter was... hard. Especially when your soulmate is trying to build a connection with you. 

Warnings: swearing, timeline is a little bit off (just Peters and readers age), shitty writing? also no angst this time hahah 

“Daddy?”, I said as I walked up to him. 

He was sitting on the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand while he was looking at something. As soon as he heard my voice he put the cup down and turned himself a little bit to look at me. 

“Yes little one?”, he answered. 

“What is this? Am I ill?”, I asked and tears pricked at my eyes. 

I pulled the sleeve of my shirt up and revealed my arm. I kept it hidden the past few days. Everywhere were black lines and dots. They itched and from all the scratching was my arm covered in red streaks. I couldn’t thing about anything from where they would be from other than some illness. And I didn’t wanted to be ill. 

My father got up and took my wrist in his hand and started to turn my arm. He let his thumb run over one of the marks before he looked at me and smiled sadly. 

“No my love, you’re not ill. You don’t have to worry about them.”, he said and together we walked to the couch and set down. 

“What are these then?”, I asked and looked at all the lines. 

“These are your soulmate marks. Your soulmate is drawing or writing on his skin and through your connection they appear on your skin as well. When he washes them of or when they start to fade away, they will disappear from your skin as well. But they won’t hurt you. They are a little bit itchy at the beginning but that will go away as well.”, he said and wrapped his arm around my shoulders while he was speaking. 

“But I don’t want a soulmate. I don’t need one.”, I pouted and crossed my arms in front of my chest. 

“Everyone has a soulmate my love.”, he laughed and stroked my head.

“Was Mommy your soulmate?”, I asked him and avoided his gaze. She was a hard topic, for the both of us. 

“No. We loved eathother, but we weren’t soulmates.”, he answered and stroked my head again. 

“Did... did mommy found her soulmate?”, I asked and started to play with my fingers. 

“Yes little one, she did.” 

“Did she left because of him?” 

“You’re so smart.”, he said and gave me a little kiss on the top of head. “But yes, she left because of her soulmate.” 

“Do you have a soulmate Daddy?”, I asked and looked at his arms. There weren’t any marks. 

“Everyone has one, I told you.”, he answered. 

I shifted a little bit so I could look at his face. 

“Where is she?” 

“I haven’t found her yet.”, he shrugged. 

“Why?”

“I had your mother. I didn’t needed her and I didn’t wanted her because when I was younger I thought that soulmates were stupid. I wanted to be independet and I wanted to choose myself with who I spend the rest of my life with. But that was stupid. Soulmates are here for a reason and I regret it that I didn’t searched for her.”, he answered and put a strand of my hair behind my ear. 

“You can look for her now Daddy.”

“It’s not that easy little one.”, he smiled sadly.

“Can I draw her something Daddy?”, I asked and looked at him with my puppy eyes. He never says no when I looked at him like that. 

“Of course you can little one. I’ll get you a pen.”, he laughed. 

He got up to get one of the pens that laid on the kitchen isle. As he sat back down he gave it to me and rolled his sleeve a little bit more up so I had more room to draw. 

“But I don’t know if she’s going to respond to your drawing. It’s been a while since we communicated.”, he said. 

“That dosen’t matter. It’s just a reminder that you’re still here and that we will find her.”, I smiled and he laughed again. 

“You’re way to smart for you’re age Y/N.” 

I’ve started with a little butterfly. After that I drew a flower and an apple tree right next to it. Underneath it I drew my father and myself. He hold my hand and we were both smiling widely. 

“Now she knows that we have an apple tree with flowers next to it. And that butterflys are always there. And we’re happily waiting for her.”, I said as I proudly looked at my work. 

“It’s beautiful little one. You did a great job.”, my father answered and looked at my drawing. 

“Thank you.”, I answered and started to draw a little butterfly on my own wrist. 

“Do you think he will see it?”, I asked and pointed to the butterfly that I just drew. 

“He will.”, he answered and gave me a kiss on my cheek. 

I laughed and rolled my sleeves back down. My father did the same and then he got up and held his hand out to me. 

“Come on little one, what do you want to eat?”, he asked and together we walked back to the kitchen. 

~~

Over the years the random lines and dots became little drawings and words. But I didn’t knew much about my soulmate. All I knew was that his name was Peter and that he was almost a year older than me. 

And he tried to get to know me. He really did but he came at a time were my life was just chaos. My father was captured by terrorist and noone knew if he was coming back alive. And after his return I’ve stayed at his side to make sure that he was alright, like he did for me all this years. I’ve stood at his side as he announced that he was Ironman. I’ve stood at his side as he decided to change some things at Stark Industries and I’ve stood at his side as he faught against his long term partner. He had always been right next to my side and now it was simply my time to stand next to his. 

And getting my soulmate to know was simply too much to handle at that time. I saw his questions and his little drawings, but often I simply hadn’t a pen with  me or time to scribble an answer. And on day he just stopped trying and I didn’t made an effort to change that. My father was my number one priority and everything else didn’t mattered.  

Also how was I supposed to explain that? Sorry I couldn’t write back because my Dad is Ironman and it’s a shit ton of work? No. Who would believe that? 

~~

Right now we were sitting in one of the conference rooms and listened to Thaddeus Ross. He was a dick, I could see it the moment he walked in.  And his Sokovia Accords weren’t really well thought out. There were still important questions without an answer, but my father didn’t cared. All he saw was the danger he and all the other Avengers radiated. He searched for an solution for all the guilt he was feeling and these accords where the right thing. So of course he would say yes. Of course he would say it’s a good idea without thinking twice about it. Maybe I should talk with him once more when we were alone. This didn’t seemed like a good idea. Something was strange about Mr. Ross and I didn’t liked what he was implying. The Avengers weren’t dangours. They were still learning how to function as a team and how they could use all of their abilitys. 

These accords weren’t the right thing to do. They made the Avengers to puppets of the goverment who would use them as they were pleased and that wasn’t a good solution. Eventhough my father thought it was the only one.

I couldn’t find the right moment to talk with him and later on everyone was sitting in the common room. They were already talking about the accords and I took a seat next to Nat. 

Dad and Steve were already having a pretty harsh argument and I just watched them. Until my father pulled this picture up.

“Yes, he died Dad. It’s tragic and his death was unnesessary, but it happens. How many lost their life in an unnesessary war? How many loose their life because some asshole decided to see what it’s like to kill someone? It happens Dad and you can take his death and the deaths from all of these other people to learn from it. To be better the next time, to do better next time. Because if you sign this contract you’re going be nothing but a puppet to the goverment who will use you for all their bullshit. Who will keep you looked in here and take all your things that you’ve worked so hard on. They will take your freedom and your own will. They will take you Dad and I don’t want that for you. You’ve done so much for all of us and it shouldn’t end like this. You deserve better.”, I said and looked him in the eyes. 

And for a moment I thought I would have changed his mind. For a moment I saw this agreement in his eyes but it vanished again and he started to look angry. 

“Are you really on their side?”, he asked and pointed to Steve and Sam. 

“I’m on nobodys side Dad. I’m not an Avenger. I’m your daughter who has to live with your choice as well and I don’t want that you make the wrong one.”

“You’re right Y/N, you are my daughter and I make the decisions. It’s my job and not yours. These accords are the only option to stop us from going on another killing spree. We need someone who will take a look over everthing from a different perspectiv. We can’t decided such things by ourself.” 

“And who says you have to? You can talk with them, make a deal with them, another accord that won’t turn you into a fucking puppet!” 

“Watch what you say young lady. I am still your father and not some friend from school. Be careful with what you say.”, he warned me and he looked so angry. 

It’s been a while since I’ve seen him this angry. 

“Fine. I just don’t want you to make a mistake that you’ll regret. I just don’t want to see you suffering again but if you want that, than go ahead, sign it and you’ll see what it’ll brings you. Because I can tell you from the look on Steves face that you’re going to loose him, as an ally and as a friend.”, I said and looked at both of them. 

Steves gaze dropped to the floor and it was the first time in my life that I experienced my father speechless.

“Just think about it Dad. It’s not the right thing to do.”, I said and decided it was the best thing to leave. 

As I said, I wasn’t an Avengers I wasn’t the one to make the final decision. I wouldn’t be as affected as them. 

Later that day I was laying in my bed with a pen in my hand. I really needed someone right now and I had noone. Everyone wanted to be my friend because of my last name that was Stark and not because of me. I was alone on this planet. But I knew there was this special someone that was made just for me and I fucked that up as well. I ignored him because I was in so much pain and stress that I didn’t wanted him in my life right then and there. And now I wanted him more than ever in my life. Someone who I could talk to and someone who I could go to when I didn’t wanted to be home. But did he still want me in his life? I must have hurt him with my ignorance. It was worth shot, right? 

So I draw a little spider right on wrist with a little speech buble that said I’m sorry.

~~

Some time flew by and I still hadn’t got an answer from my soulmate. I repainted the little spider over and over again. I wanted an answer. I wanted to sort things out. I needed him in my life more than ever and I wouldn’t give up on him. But.. maybe he had already given up on me? He gave me same silent treatment I gave him all that time ago. Maybe he didn’t wanted me anymore? Maybe I wouldn’t fit into his life after all? Maybe I have lost him before I even met him.  But I wouldn’t give up! I wanted him in my life. I wanted to make it up to him and I was at least as stubborn as my father and my soulmate was going to see that now. I wouldn’t give up on us. I would find him and would talk to him, even if that meant to search for someone who had a little talking spider on their wrist. 

At the moment I was waiting for the arrival of spiderman. My father wanted to give him the suit back he made for him and ask him to be a member of the avengers.

Pepper had organized a press conference for the announcement that Spiderman was officially a member of the Avengers. While Pepper was waiting inside the press room with all the reporters and journalists, was father outside and waited for Spiderman. I stood at the window and looked down to see when Happy would arrive with him.

My father said that Spiderman was probably somewhere my age and I was more than courise to see someone this young with special abilitys. Also it would be nice to have someone to hang around with in my age. Don’t get me wrong I loved all of the avengers, they were my family, but I was by far the youngest and I just wanted to have someone that was my age. And with Spiderman I would have that. 

So I got pretty excited when I saw Happys car. Unfortunatly he parked at a spot where I couldn’t see them. 

“They are here.”, I said quietly to myself and walked to the door where the press conference should happen. 

Between the doors were the new Spiderman Ironsuit. Because Spiderman would need it to meet the reporters. Patiently I waited for my father and Spiderman. I could see them before I could I hear them and of course my father needed his dramatic appearance so they walked pretty slowly. 

I rolled my eyes and focused on the boy next to him. He was handsome, I had to admit that and his nervousness around my father made me smile. He would be good company, I knew that already. 

Of course my father just kept talking to him about all that becoming an Avengers stuff and just ignored me. I rolled with my eyes again and just waited patiently for them to finish with their conversation. That was my punishmet for my outbrust over the accords. Being ignored. But I was fine with that because at the end of the day my father would still come to me to tell me about the newest stuff that happend. 

And the best part was when Spiderman turned down the oppertunity to be an avengers. When he turned down to live with us in the Tower and when he chose to be the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. My father accepted his dicision, of course he did. He would never force someone to be a part of something he didn’t wanted to be. 

But right as Spiderman was about to leave I made sure he would know who I was. 

“Go wait in the car. I’ll bring you home, just need a minute.”, Happy said and I smiled. My turn. 

“I can bring you down. It’ll can get a little bit confusing around here.”, I said and walked up to him. 

Spiderman seemed to be even more nervous when I approached him which made him even cuter. 

“Yeah.. that.. that would be nice. I’m Peter.”, he said and smiled at me. 

“Nice to meet you Peter. I’m Y/N.”, I answered and held my hand out for him to shake. 

He looked down at my hand and immediatly his smile froze. He took my hand into his and turned it around. My sleeve had slipped a little up and revealed the little spider. Instandly I turned red and pulled my hand back to pull my sleeve down again. He certainly had to think I was some crazy fan through the little spider. After all, he was spiderman. I looked at my feet in embaresstment. What a stupid idea to draw a little spider. I could have used everything else. Why a spider? 

But Peter said nothing. Instead he pulled his own sleeve up to reveal the same little spider. It was the same spider with the same speech buble that said I’m sorry. I looked at him shocked. He was my soulmate? Spiderman was my soulmate? The fucking universe was kidding with me. Ironman as father and Spiderman as soulmate? How as I supposed to live a quiet life with these two at my side. But on the other side I couldn’t be happier. He would knew exactly what I meant when I would say that all of this superhero stuff would get on my nerves. Because he was one. Because he surely had experienced the same feelings about that. 

And the longer I thought about it the more I liked the idea of spiderman being my soulmate. 

“What just happend?”, my father said and kicked me back into reality. 

“I’ve found my soulmate.”, I smiled and looked at him. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”, he said and rolled with his eyes. But right after that he started to smile. I knew that he would be happy for me. 

“It never gets boring Dad.”, I laughed and when I looked back at Peter his eyes got a little bit bigger. 

“D-Dad?”, he said insecure. 

“Yeah. He’s my dad.”, I answered and he swallowed heavily. 

“Don’t worry.  I’ll make sure he’s nice to you, right Dad?”, I said and looked at my Dad. 

“I’m always nice. I don’t know what you mean little one.”, he answered and put his hands up in a defensiv position. 

“I’ll remind you on that Dad. Come on Peter, I’ll bring you back down.”, I said and started to walk the corridor down. 

Peter mumeled a quick goodbye and then I could hear how he walked a little bit faster to catch up with me. 

“That was a test from your father, wasn’t it?”, Peter asked and look at me. 

“Of course.”, I said and laughed. 

Maybe it was for the better when Peter thought that it was really a test. He didn’t needed to be an avenger just yet. 

We walked a little in silence. I didn’t knew what to say. There were clearly some thinks that we should talk about but now wasn’t the right time. We needed to get to know eachother. 

“Hey-y Y/N?”, Peter said as we left the buliding. 

“Yeah?”, I asked back and looked at him. 

“Can I.. Could I have your number? So we can stay in touch?”, Peter asked nervously and scratched his neck. 

His sleeve slipped up a little while he was doing it and I could see the little spider again. 

“Of course.”, I answered and smiled at him. 

He pulled his phone out and gave it to me. I wrote my number down and gave it back to him. 

“Thank you.”, he said and I just smiled. 

“Friday, could you open Happys car for me please?”, I asked her. 

“Of course Y/N.”, she answered and I could hear how she unlocked the car. 

“Thanks Friday.”, I said and opened the door for Peter. 

He sat inside the car and I looked at him through the open door. 

“I hope I’ll hear from you soon.”, I smiled. 

“Sooner than you expect.”, he answered and smiled back at me. 

“I’ll count on that Spiderman.”, I laughed and closed the door. 

I walked the stairs back up and right as I opened the door my buzzed at I took it out of my pocket. 

I’m sorry as well., stood on my screen from an unknown number. 

It’s fine. I think we’re even., I answered and entered the building. 

~~

Right now I was laying in my bed and held phone up so I could see the face of my boyfriend. 

“I should probably go to bed, but I really don’t want to.”, he said and smiled widely. 

“You really should. Who knows when you need to get up because someone needs the friendly neighbourhood spiderman?”, I teased. 

He rolled with his eyes and laughed. 

“I love you Y/N.”, he said and my heart started to raise. 

“I love you too Peter.”, I answered and smiled at him. 

“And now the two of you can go to bed!”, I could hear his aunt scream from the back which made me laugh. 

“Goodnight.”, I chuckled. 

“Goodnight Y/N.”, he answered and we ended the phone call. 

I couldn’t be happier then right now. 

[lunerbean]

Witch Tips 19

Here are my latest #10tips tips from my witch tips series! If you want to see the previous posts, check out the #10tips tag on my blog. If you'd like to see future posts, please follow for more!

1. Here's a grounding meditation

Grounding is a very important practice in witchcraft. And not only that, it can help relieve stress, calm anxiety, and help you stop disassociating. This can be done on its own, or with the aid of crystals. It can be done anywhere, at any time, or you can cast a circle first. Here's what you do:

Find a place to sit down. It doesn't have to be a quite place, in fact it's better if theres a little noise when you do this. Sit on the ground with your back against a wall, a boulder, a tree, etc. Just something that will give you support. Close your eyes and practice deep, slow breaths. Inhale and exhale. As you do so, feel the air going into your lungs, and out of your nose. Focus on how it tickles or how cold it is. Feel it fill up your lungs and then escape them. Next, focus on the noises you hear. Take note of the wind, or the cars, or the voices. Maybe there are animals nearby, or maybe it's raining outside. Take note of them, but do not fear them. A witch is more powerful than the things around them. Feel your back, pressed up again whatever you may be leaning on. Feel your bottom on the ground. Your hands, wherever they may be. Take another deep breath and open your eyes. You are grounded. You are connected.

2. Name succulents after your desires to nurture them.

This is a sweet little bit of green witchcraft. Simply get some succulents, or really any potted plants will do, and name them after things you want to nurture in your life. Happiness, love, prosperity, etc are some great options. Everytime you care for the plant, you're caring for that piece of your life.

3. Customize spells to better connect with them

Now, you really must be careful with this one. Changing certain ingredients can change the result of a spell. For example, you probably shouldn't use a banishing candle when trying to invoke something. However, every spell can be altered to better fit the witches needs. You may feel that a shower spell would be better for you in the rain than in the shower. That's perfectly fine! Or perhaps you'd rather not use a certain ingredient because you're vegan or you're allergic to it. By all means, find alternatives! You can even swap out certain crystals with similar properties if you connect better with one over the other (or if you don't have any of the first type) don't be afraid to change it up!

4. A simple spell for when you feel an anxiety attack coming on

Spells like this have to be simple. You don't have time to grab candles or crystals or even cast a circle. Simply sit where you are, and follow these steps.

Inhale slowly before each line, exhale as you say the words:

"I am full of peace, I am relaxed.

I am impervious to anxiety attacks.

Everything is going just fine.

I am in control, my mood is mine.

My mind is still,

This is my will."

Repeat as necessary.

Don't worry if you get the words out before you finish exhaling, you can simple finish the line and then let the rest of the air flow out slowly before inhaling again.

Sidenote: this is technically a montra, not a spell per say, but I prefer to call it a spell. Idk that's just me.

5. You can make your own incense burners

Store bought is fine, but why not be thrifty? Plus, you can make one out of damn near anything. Here's a cute and simple way to make your own:

Start with some sort of open container. It can be a bowl, a Mason jar, a soap dish, an old butter container, anything works. It's best to figure out which type of incense you prefer to use, cones or sticks? That will determine the depth and length needed for your holder. Make sure it's deep enough for a stick to stand up in and long enough to catch the ashes.

Next, choose your filling. You can use coarse salt, rice, river rocks, aquarium rocks, anything you want that's small and plentiful.

Customize the container with paints or Clay or anything you can imagine.

And you're done! That's it. Let's get creative!

6. You can use pill containers to store herbs and other things

You know those 7 day pill organizers? Yeah, those. You can use those to store small amounts of herbs. Whether you're running low on one and want to use the bigger container for something else, or you just want to have more storage space, pill containers are great. Take them on trips when you don't want to bring your own cabinet, but you still want to do witchcraft.

7. You can also use single pill containers in place of sachets

I've seen some super cute one-dose pill containers out there. You can use them in place of sachets! Simply get tiny crystals, a small amount of herbs, and whatever else you need, and put them in the container. Then you can stick the container anywhere! Great for broom closet witches or anyone who just likes to use spell bags that are a bit more hardy.

8. Make spell ornaments for your tree

I know it's 11 months away from the holiday season when I'm writing this, but listen. This post will very likely still exist next December and I want you to be prepared, okay? Plus, there is literally no law in the world preventing you from putting ornaments on trees in your yard or potted plants in your house all year around. It's not illegal and it's super cute.

Get one of those clear bobbles that they sell around the holiday season that are meant for you to fill them with things. Then fill it with herbs, crystals if they'll fit, some drops of essential oils, ribbons with colors corresponding to your intent. Anything you want. Seal it with magick and then seal the bobble. Stick it on a tree and you're good to go!

9. A miniature cauldron can have many uses

These tiny little cauldrons can be found in witch shops, in Spencer's Gifts, and even in Target (around halloween) and I'm sure there are loads of other places as well, so keep an eye out. It should be made from a good material, iron, pewter, some kind of metal.

You can place these on your altar or in your workspace. They can be used for incense cones, single dose potions, herb mixing, as candle holders, for hiding items, storage for matches, and endless other things you may want to use them for!

10. Your energy may not be compatible with another witches, and that's okay!

This is something that used to really worry me. I've met many witches since I began the practice, and a few times I've gotten weird feelings from them. They weren't necessarily bad feelings, but my anxiety would interpret it that way. I would get worried that they had bad intentions or that they hated me. In reality, our energies just didn't connect well. It's pretty normal. In fact, it can happen with anyone, not just witches. You may feel it more strongly around those who are more in tune with their own energies, which is why you may feel weird around other witches sometimes. Don't worry. For every witch you don't connect with, there are probably dozens that you will feel great around! Don't pressure yourself to hang out with people you don't vibe with, just because you have similar interests or beliefs. It's going to be fine.

Thanks so much for reading my latest witch tips! I appreciate it so much! If you have any questions or just want to say hi, please feel free to send an ask my way anytime.

Have a magickal day!

[carcharadroid]

@arthipedic​ replied to your post “People out here taking the new little intro blurbs for the Horde races...”

I’d buy the whole "progression" thing if blizz actually. Y'know. Showed any of it

Like, on one hand, Lilian Voss. On the other, Darkshore.

Lilian is one person who I'd believe would be apart of this new forsaken. The only problem is that's HER character. Not the forsaken's. And they were literally plaguing shit a month ago. The forsaken didn't grow in the slightest, most are just jaded now

OK but. But! Counterpoint:

This book imo made it abundantly clear the division within the Forsaken. Some of them are utterly jaded and are full on board with that whole “death to the living” thing. But a lot of them aren’t. That meeting in Arathi would never have happened if there existed no Forsaken who wanted anything to do with the living.

I agree that Blizzard is bad at showing it in-game, though. But that’s not a new problem. They’ve always had an issue with people needing to look at sources outside of the game for the full picture. This is just another one for the pile. I’m not defending it, it’s lazy. The books should be optional.

The Forsaken we saw for most of BfA were nameless footsoldiers. Not the best basis of reference for how the Forsaken people as a whole might feel on issues. This isn’t a problem unique to the Forsaken, though. It’s another thing that plagues most races in the game. Every orc grunt is a bloodthirsty honor hound, every human soldier is insufferably righteous, every night elf sentinel is a stripper with a lot of feelings about trees, etc etc. It’s a recurring issue. But it is important to remember that nameless soldiers or goons from the Royal Apothecary Society =/= the Forsaken people.

Again. I don’t think Blizzard’s done the best job telling this story. They really need to stop putting critical plot elements in books and then having the game expect you to have read them. That stuff needs to be 100% in the game.

But I still think people are really getting their panties in a knot over a single line on a character select screen, that 90% of people won’t read anyway, that’s not even necessarily final, and that does, technically, reflect the direction the race seems to be going. Or at least the mindset that your character as “the protagonist” would likely have. Like it or not, the game is always going to consider your character the hero in this story. You can ignore it in RP if you want obviously but that’s a whole other kettle of fish and a problem more unique to RP servers anyway.

Also to further split some hairs, the thing people seem really agitated about is some assumption that “the living” for some reason means “the Alliance”. I just read it as the Forsaken, finally, fully cementing themselves with the Horde outside of that weird alliance of convenience it’s been seen as for years now. It’s obvious growth, to me. I can’t imagine a world where a lot of Forsaken didn’t start seeing themselves as members of “the Horde” and not just “the Forsaken” after fighting side-by-side with them for so long and through so much.

Idk maybe I’m giving Blizzard too much credit, but it wasn’t a stretch at all knowing what I know for me to come to these conclusions, despite Blizz not doing the best job at showing it in-game.

Anyway all that said, the Vanilla-era Forsaken are still my favorite. The haunting tragedy they had and the uncomfortable tension between them and the Horde was perfect imo, before they went off the entire deep end in Wrath.

Still! Very curious to see what happens next. I have this pipe dream of them reclaiming Lordaeron and using the actual city as their new capital. Maybe Undercity gets retooled as a low level dungeon or something.

Like Ragefire Chasm, but...not shit.

[flamboyant-king]

Hello, have the scripts for comics I wanted to make when I first started using Lewn, got L!Azura, Taku got brave bow+, and Joji ‘retired.’ But, you know, my hands can only draw so much.

So this is context for comics and relations at the moment, in case yall are lost since I didn’t DRAW THESE.

--Jeorge meets Lewyn--

(Game context: During a grand conquest, my units were dying left and right because of poor placement. Lewyn was trapped behind a wall so he would only defeat the units that spawned right in front of it. Jeorge got closest to the fortress, but he couldn’t kill the Corrin standing there in one hit. So I used his turn to break down the wall and Lewyn hath been released.)

Jeorge: [running towards the fort] Where the Hel is everyone.

[aims at Corrin]

Jeorge: Damn. [Stops in front of a wall] Her defense is too high.

[melody playing from behind the wall]

Jeorge: ...Lewyn?

Lewyn: How are you, Jeorge?

Jeorge: Have you been hiding there this whole time?

Lewyn: I can’t believe you think that lowly of me.

Lewyn: The area you’re standing in is empty because of me.

Jeorge: [patting the wall] Well, I need more than one area cleared by you.

[one brick pushed out and the wall crumbles]

Lewyn: Now, why did you go and do that...

Jeorge: [pointing behind to Corrin] Get rid of her, please. 

Lewyn: Only because you asked so nicely~

[meanwhile]

--New Bow--

(Game context: I gave Taku brave bow because... Idk seemed like a good idea. he’s like not fast at all but I was giving him a lot of bows)

Gordin: KOUHAI! TAKUMI KOUHAI!

Takumi: I told you not to call me that.

Gordin: Then what do I call you?

Takumi: MY NAME.

Gordin: Okay! I have gift for you, from senpai to Takumi!

Takumi: Brave bow?

Gordin: You said that you’re fighting for two. That means twice as many arrows!

Takumi: Oh...thanks. I’ve never really used this before.

Gordin: [GASP] THAT MEANS I HAVE TO TEACH YOU!

Takumi: No, you do--

Gordin: I AM YOUR SENSEI, YOU ARE MY STUDENT! 

Takumi: He’s not listening...

--New Training--

Gordin: [pacing about] This is all so sudden. From senpai to sensei in a blink of an eye. 

[turns around]

Gordin: Since you know all the things Mr. Jeorge has taught me, that means I have to teach you my own methods!

Takumi: Yippee?

Gordin: [rubbing chin] The leaf thing is outdated. That means I must make a new curriculum.

Gordin: Shoot through here. [okay hand]

Takumi: What?

Gordin: It’s just like a target except with the risk of injury.

Takumi: I’m not doing that.

Gordin: Do you have confidence in your aim!

Takumi: I do but the risks are to--

Gordin: DO IT!

[shoots arrow right into gordin’s palm]

Gordin: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Takumi: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[Gordin and Takumi screaming in the background]

Niles: [behind a tree] Ah, so Jeorge was actually a babysitter...

--The Real Doubler--

Lucius: What are you two doing? You’re lucky Leon came and got me!

Leon: If I didn’t get you, Niles would have just let them stand there screaming for hours.

Niles: And I would be laughing for all those hours.

Gordin: [sobbing] I’m sorry Takumi, I’m a terrible teacher. How can I teach without my good hand!?

Takumi: Eh...you were just excited to help me. I really appreciate you giving me your bow. Maybe we can train together when you’re all better.

Takumi: As equals, not student and...sensei.

Gordin: That sounds nice. But if I can’t teach you won’t be able to shoot double the arrows.

Kravice: [offscreen] That’s where you’re wrong!

Kravice: [on Legendary Azura’s ride] Sup guys, guess who finally learned the importance of dancers!

[a day, maybe, later]

--Aether Keep Rearrangement--

(Game context: Aether Keep editing is fun, just nothing but traps.)

Lewyn: Hello, Jeorge, enjoying your “break?”

Jeorge: Barely. I still hold the job as representative, so I still have to deliver messages to other realms, assist in gauntlets, and defend this place from invaders.

Lewyn: At least it’s cozy up here. [counting on his fingers] Got an inn, a park, places to shop, hot springs, and a library. What’s really missing is somewhere to eat.

Jeorge: It’s far from relaxing. The set up of this place changes constantly. Not to mention the traps.

Lewyn: What tra-- [Lewyn promptly falling through a trap door]

Jeorge: Lewyn!

--

Lewyn: [freaking out] WHY IS THAT THERE!? WHY IS THAT JUST THERE!?

Jeorge: Blame Kravice. He says it’s ‘fun.’

Kravice: [offscreen] I actually said ‘funny.’ 

Kravice: [on Azura’s ride] I get a lot of great snap shots with all my set ups.

Kravice: [turning around the tacticians tablet revealing a photo of Lewyn on top of Jeorge] Who do you think would benefit more from this? Anna or Nina?

Lewyn & Jeorge: >:^\

[A week or so later]

--Quadrupler--

[four arrows in the target]

Gordin: And in one swift motion you’ve shot 4 arrows into your foe’s back!

Takumi: I honestly thought my hands would be too small to hold all the arrows.

Gordin: If I can do it, so can you! [jazz hands]

Kravice: [offscreen] Taku!

Kravice: [Azura safely lands her horsey] I need you to come with me!

Takumi: You...need me for something?

Kravice: I’m gonna nab me another Michalis, so I need some fliers

Takumi: But we learned last time that arrows have no effect on him.

Kravice: [sparkle] That’s why we have Azura.

--XD--

[in the skies]

Ryoma: Takumi, you’ll have to take care of Michalis.

Takumi: But why? You’re more suited for this.

Ryoma: Look around you, Takumi, this is the only viable option.

[cuts to Michalis covered in arrows with hp bar at exactly half] 

Takumi: Even with Azura’s boost and all these arrows, I barely got him to half HP

Azura: <:^) Cheer up, okay. [gives taku another turn]

Takumi: [zoom in on stats] :0

Takumi: [turns to azura] XD

Azura: ....Okay, maybe tone it down a bit. [that finger pinch thing]

(game context: I have a video of a damaged taku getting danced by azura and it’s just exactly this)

--New Rep--

[Krav barging through the front doors, triumphant]

Kravice: Oh baby! I can’t believe my strategy actually worked! Good job out there, Taku!

Takumi: I...I gotta go! [runs away, redfaced]

Kravice: Compliments really do drive him crazy...

Alfonse: Kravice, I have urgent news.

Kravice: Okay? What is it.

Alfonse: Jeorge is stepping down as our representative.

Kravice: WHAT! BUT WHY!

Alfonse: He said...he’s tired of you.

Kravice: ...ouch...

Alfonse: We need a new representative. Someone who can bring up morale and encompasses the spirit of our castle!

--Camus’s Tit--

Kravice: [pacing the tactic’s room] I started learning to strategize for him and now he’s bailing like that!

Alfonse: I don’t think your tactics are the only reason. 

Kravice: I’ve done nothing but give him the worlds!

Alfonse: Well you’ve also killed him over two hundred times and fatally injured him twice that much

Kravice: But that’s less frequent now that I’m strategizing!

Alfonse: To be honest, Jeorge tolerated you much longer than I could’ve under your orders.

Kravice: What are you trying to say, Al.

Alfonse: You are...you...should really consider finding a new representative.

Kravice: Fucking! Camus’s Tit!

(context: That was my ingame name for a bit pshs)

--

[nowaki’s castle]

Nowaki: Hello--

Camus: [one(1) boob exposed] I have come with greetings from afar.

Nowaki: [slowly closes door]

--

(watching from afar)

Alfonse: I don’t think--

Kravice: Why do you take things so literally! 

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

I didn’t write a script for these next parts but here’s what was gonna happen:

Sentimental stuff, Jeorge passes the torch of representative to Taku, Krav approves, big ol ModFam moment and Party.

Month or so later, Jeorge starts getting bored just relaxing in the Aether keep and wants to travel still. He finds out he’s going to be in a gauntlet, and since Taku is representative at the moment, he’s the one to assist Jeorge in the gauntlet. You all know what happened with the gauntlet. <3

Jeorge comes back out of retirement but only for guantlets and just scouting worlds. He has an attachment to gauntlets pssh. Taku vows to protect him from getting hurt. They agree to be equals and protect each other when Jeorge decides to join battle.

For now, Jeorge chills in the Aether Keep with the Reserves (Lucius, BK, Lewn, L!Azura, etc) aka: units I use when I have to because they’re actually kind of built. Although, I’m using Lewn more and more because of his stupid infinite.

That’s how the plot/timeline is going so far. I have so much story to tell but agh my hands, but I hope these scripts are good enough context for why character focus and groupings are shifting and stuff.

[ca1e70-deactivated]

a list of my entirely way too niche headcanons ive actually implemented for everyones imagination:

name options ive used and refuse to retire: david elizabeth strider (sometimes i dont feel like being a douche to others and saying thats not his name), harley davidson strider, and david james strider for the sake of simplicity

im not gonna tell yall the like. oc exes ive given him bc thatll take eighteen years. 

i dont rlly have an explanation on the ghost thing besides the fact he just can? ive occasionally pulled from family ghost stories and experiences bc i somehow got landed with family members who lived in a haunted house for a decade and enjoy scaring me with all the stories (including the time my cousin literally died on the kitchen floor from a bronchial spasm and one of the friends that was over asked my aunt later what was up with the old man she saw in the corner of the room that night - my cousin is fine btw shes just a huge bitch and a third grade teacher and i dont like her)

whether or not hes done drugs is based on absolutely nothing besides how im feeling in that moment. either hes the designated driver and sober friend forever or he got fired from his job after doing a line at work during graveyard with some random customers theres no inbetween (this absolutely happened @ waho. if dave works at waho hes a mess of a person and thats on the diner itself.)

ok look i hc dave w/schizophrenia besides when i was 14 i had a hyperfixation with learning about it and then at 16 was prescribed a medication and had side effects so wack my therapist genuinely thought 14 yr old me was onto something and its a weird way to cope with the idea that lady put in my head that i might “develop it in my twenties” which i turn 20 this year and i havent been able to stop obsessing and panicking over the prospect so PLEASE dont come in my inbox calling me ableist im not out here all harley quinn in suicide squad with the voices ok hes medicated, he goes to therapy, the hard fast delusion that lil cal was nearly sentient and informed bro of every single thing dave did no matter how asinine it was is no longer a debilitatingly affecting him ANYWAYS

i actually use the chicken/egg farming family pretty often just because its hilarious to me to give dave like. an actual mom and dad. hes literally an uncle to like three different kids he just never visits because they make fun of his skinny jeans and he hates one of his (incredibly bare-bones ocs all of them) brothers who threatened to bash his head in with a little league bat after dave broke his star wars lego set apart on accident (but not rlly) so their parents were like “why dont you stay with your brother in the big city for a lil while champ” and then they just never picked him back up? and thats on favoritism 

the other one is that his name is actually david reed and hes the middle child of a family of three who literally live the standard golden retriever white middle class life only they went to disney land or something equally as dumb one year when dave was like 6 and he wandered off so bro literally just went “huh free game” because frankly he was an idiot who thought maybe i should take this kid home because its real dangerous in parking lots and then it was too late to NOT have it seem like a kidnapping and thats why daves never had a summer job, seen his birth certificate, or gone to school. but vaguely remembers what kindergarten was like and having a pet dog and calling someone mom as a kid. 

im not making a bullet point about his sex life headcanons just use your imagination and acknowledge the fact bro essentially worked within the sex industry and i enjoy putting dave through trauma as a catharsis 

i stopped doing this one usually but if he did go to school hes been in percussion since fifth grade and played the drums in his high schools jazz band as well as various edgy teenager garage bands he likes to pretend dont have a youtube presence and that hes absolutely never been shirtless in front of plenty of his classmates because he wore a hoodie to a show like an idiot. idk occasionally ill put him in an actual band he doesnt hate but keeps separate from his lil turntechGodhead internet persona (which i will ALSO touch upon in a sec) until they wind up getting looped into a tour with some bigger named band that has a show in *insert beta kid here*’s city and hes gotta come clean solely so he can visit his online friend. sorry derseasterous thats the one time weve ever run into each other and i made him have a crush on one of his bandmates i was in my anti-daverose phase where i made dave a hoe and also didnt want to admit i still loved the ship all these years later 

i hate it so much but you know the whole vr loli trap voice shit that was popular a while ago? hes fucking baller at it for some reason. he did it as a joke while talking to bro and they both about shat their pants. if im feeling real ambitious, hes got a separate soundcloud solely dedicated to doing dumbass rap covers or making his own but in the voice under the pseudonym elizabeth “beth” davids that he will never admit is his. well, he will, but hes gonna be really fucking embarrassed about it. irony or not.

talking abt seperate soundclouds and stuff ive always had it where turntechGodhead was his like. essentially internet fucking persona facade shit he used because we all had that phase where we wanted memorable urls and stuff but also didnt want to totally ignore the nagging fear of people finding you in real life, until it turned into real life ppl finding you on the internet. so he also has basically an adjacent set of social media under the same name but its just a boring username i havent decided on so everyone he knows irl doesnt mix up with what hes made for himself as TG and the people he knows as TG dont know what highschool he goes to. (this occasionally comes with the territory of ppl on parp being pissed that daves “lying” or “hiding things” from his friends as if he was doing it out of spite instead of just keeping embarrassing tagged photos and videos from football games or when he ate shit at the skatepark from fucking with his “rap career”)

every once in a while i get on a kick where hes just german. like, i just replace houston texas with hamburg germany and have him apply to a university in whatever state is applicable for whoever im chatting with and it goes from there? sometimes he moved when he was little and went through the whole visa thing, sometimes he didnt go through the visa thing, sometimes hes a dual citizen because of family and shit, its all dependent on what suits the situation best. 

one that ive been fucking with for a while but hardly break out (until recently with like 5 roses in the span of one day hell yeah) is that he has a neighbor at the end of the hall who is like a thousand year old witch lady that hes basically adopted as his mother figure in lieu of not having one and shes totally cool with it, especially bc when she kicks the bucket she fully plans on giving dave all her occult stuff so her figure-skating coach and realtor daughter doesnt sell it at a garage sale and lets it all go to waste. she also once brought rose up by name in a conversation without any prompting of her existence which dave didnt realize for days, and then one time cryptically stopped and stared at an empty space in the wall, went “she has potential, you know.” then looked at him sitting on her kitchen counter with a smile “lots of it” and hes thought about that weekly ever since. (it is important to note one of the occult items he leaves her is literally her own personal book of shadows shes been filling out for decades its like a 600 page leatherbound book dave has no idea what its used for but the sheer amount of homemade spells and etc in it is like. gonna murder rose the second this chick gets her hands on it i promise you.)

theres the standard strife shit? im not rlly gonna get into those theyre all basically cookie cutter bullshit. its just standard bro and dave abuse talk. i like to inclulde the whole 24hr live cam up in the apartment that definitely watches dave in every room besides his own and the bathroom, but that quickly delves into the prospect of middle-aged men stalking him online and basically sexually harassing him in his own god damn home by talking about how they can see him just trying to take his shoes off in the living room after getting home and frankly? its not one of my best takes! but once you throw it into the headcanon bin, its there forever. 

he actually really does do something with his photography but not enough to warrant anything exciting, but he has his own branding for it and regularly takes pictures of his friends or anything else he thinks is moderately interesting enough to take pictures of, but those are just thrown into shoeboxes under his bed in favor of posting genuine shots because he wants to keep his image intact and blurry photos of jade smiling in the tree they climbed up together while bec paws at the base of it while whining isnt exactly something he wants the whole world to see.

i also pretty often but him into either paleontology OR i put him down as trying to become a mortician because he thinks handing roadkill once he graduated from museum giftshop specimens to doing his own taxidermy on the side has prepared him enough to perform an occasional autopsy and start embalming real human corpses. (sometimes i put my own desires in and make them his bc i have to project at some point and put him through the same EMT course i dropped out of bc it was one semester and he already has pretty decent first aid skills, but he definitely didnt expect it to be as fucking wild at times as it is, but whats he gonna do? get a job back at waffle house? the company hes working for just offered to pay like half his associates in paramedicine tuition and hes already got all his pre-recs done when he started for paleo. at least its a stable job and hes got the ability to be compassionate in the moment) 

im running out of things that ive done to the poor kid. OH 

hes not a virgin he had a girlfriend all four years of high school (shes also one of his optional and designated exes plz keep up) and their relationship ends in one of two ways: she dies in a car accident a week before their high school graduation, or she stops talking to him entirely a week after their high school graduation until a couple years later she gets into (guess what) a car accident with her current wife/girlfriend and dies which leaves behind their daughter. who just so happens to also be daves daughter. her name is hannah and i love her like my own but no one ever likes her and thats on the conditioning of dirk. does dave end up taking her in? yes. shes awesome and the first time he takes her to the park to like run off some fucking steam she disappears for two minutes and dave is moderately terrified until she comes back holding a dead baby squirrel and thats the moment he realizes huh maybe things really do be genetic.

ok at the bottom of the list im gonna add the couple of times hes been a camboy which usually coincides with the live apartment cam thing and the amount of people in his dms calling him hot or whatever, but typically its more of a started the day he turned 18 and basically dipped around 20 in favor of showing up randomly with no warning to complain about a video game dick in hand because it gives him an outlet that wont annoy his friends bc this is the fifteenth time hes had a lot to say this week about a certain boss battle and also the comments fuel his ego and daddy issues.

the last one wasnt the bottom but literally unless its explicitly proven otherwise every time anyone rps with me there is the underlying fact dave strider was a goalie on his high school lacrosse teams all four years and (shocker another one) definitely had the hots for one of his teammates like major hots like first gay experience hots. like it was painfully obvious that teammate also liked him back hots. like one night at a team sleepover one of the other guys was like can yall just makeout and get it over with were fucking tired and dave really had the balls to be offended and ask what the fuck they were talking about while literally sitting halfway in the mans lap bc for some reason they had to share the same chair. 

he is also guilty until proven innocent of being the worlds biggest loner outside of that sports team and even though hes literally a jock he still opts to eat his lunch alone in the hallway or something like that and has a tendency to leave girls on read, but bc hes got an in with the rest of the jocks hes basically drug around to plenty of parties and since hes conventionally attractive enough and popular in the aloof way that he is, hes got plenty of tagged insta posts and twitter directs and snapchat streaks going. 

THESE WERE ALL NO GAME AND DONT INVOLVE SHIPS BC I LIKE TO KEEP MY OPTIONS OPEN AND THEYRE LITERALLY ALL BASED OFF RPS IVE DONE I HOPE YALL JUDGE ME ACCORDINGLY