#this protagonist is ELEVEN

[asthedeathoflight]

Gregor the Overlander

When Gregor falls through a grate in the laundry room of his apartment building, he hurtles into the dark Underland, where spiders, rats, cockroaches coexist uneasily with humans. This world is on the brink of war, and Gregor's arrival is no accident. A prophecy foretells that Gregor has a role to play in the Underland's uncertain future. Gregor wants no part of it -- until he realizes it's the only way to solve the mystery of his father's disappearance. Reluctantly, Gregor embarks on a dangerous adventure that will change both him and the Underland forever.

Okay I'm aware the audience for my Tumblr blog is not quite the same as the audience for middle-grade portal fantasy, but if this website is still talking about Percy Jackson then I can talk about this one. I read a lot of 6-to-8-book middle grade fantasy series and I can say with one hundred percent certainty that this is the best one. It's brutal. It's weird. You'll cry about a cockroach the size of a dog. You'll question the nature of fate itself. If any of you know any 8-12 year olds who haven't yet been scarred for life by a book series that will change their brain chemistry forever, do them a favor and pick them up this book.

Also, if you liked the Hunger Games, it's the same author. Did she tone it down when writing for younger audiences? Not even a little.

[juustozzi]

happy ina11VR beta test day!! have fun!

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

[Context, with thanks to @yondamoegi for finding me the post.]

[whinlatter]

beasts | from the postbag 🦉

it is a source of great delight, great gratitude and great guilt that i have an inbox full of juicy questions i haven't answered. reckon it's about time i got around to answering some of them! this is a bumper post with lots to answer and plenty to rummage around in, so if you have sent me a question i hope you will find it answered in here! (if i haven't replied, please know that i have treasured/been tickled by every one and will never not be pleased as punch that people reach out to say hi and chat about stuff i put out into the world). alright. to business!

it’s a fair question anon, and the answer is at least partly as you suggest: neville and seamus are loyal to ginny (dean, ofc, wasn’t there). in c.12 harry talks about having spoken with neville about it, and though he tells ginny about it, he also reassures her neville didn’t spill her secrets - harry doesn’t like people talking about him behind his back, and he’s right to assume ginny wouldn’t either. (i mean, i also think waiting for someone to be ready to talk about something is a basic mark of respect for a loved one - and learning to be patient and not demanding information from people is a skill a certain mr potter could do with learning). but, as i hope c.14 gestured towards and as the flashback chapters will unpack, ginny also had a very specific war that was particular to her and who she was vis-à-vis harry and the order. neville and (to a lesser extent) seamus know some of it, but they don’t know the whole picture. hope this helps!

i live to gag! (thank u anon!) 

i played with writing ginny having different emotional reactions in the final scene of c.14, but in the end decided i liked having her quiet, resigned to it, like she knew this was coming (they’ll all know soon, as she tells herself throughout this chapter). for someone who is often kicking off and raging at people bearing bad news, it’s a lot of fun to write ginny as someone with the wind knocked out from her every now and then. 

i won’t spoil this one, anon, but i will say that i think ginny understands harry, his good intentions, and the reasons for his blindspots. they’ve got chats to have for sure. but will she be throwing hands imminently? i would not bet on it. 

it was little women! the same book hermione's reading in chapter 3. the granger girlies love a classic. they prefer the winona ryder adaptation but hermione takes the family to see the greta gerwig version and bawls and ron has to mop her up in the richmond everyman cinema.

to these lovely anons and the others i am keeping close to my chest - i am reaching into the screen and tenderly stroking your rosy little cheek. thank you for waiting for next bits of my fic !!!

on harry's characterisation - harry is a cranky crabby little grouch with a temper and a good sulk in him. he also is not beating the softie/sentimental allegations and will always be a sweetpea when it comes to those with good vibes and freckles in spades. and we should not forget it!

anon, i don’t know what you’re like as a host, but if two horny teenage houseguests decided to use my hut for a spot of snogging and heavy petting i’d be putting my foot down and setting the skrewts on them.

more seriously - there are lots of reasons, and most are boring. some are just ‘plot’. these are two characters who are not just physically removed from one another, but having to clock their emotional distance from each other, or at least the distance in their experiences of war and how that has changed them. having them physically distant and trying to find their way back to each other through new ways of communicating is a part of this story. it would be a much much more boring story if harry and ginny could see each other every week. i love a hinny hangout as much as the next person. but the story wouldn’t work if they had endless access to each other. and this is where the other reasons come into play - story conventions, or the rules put in place by canon, where characters beyond hogwarts very rarely set foot on hogwarts’ grounds without serious reason, and the school behaves pretty much like every other english boarding school, which is strictly controlling visitor time and not just letting people rock up and hang out with the students whenever they feel like it. 

you best believe michael A&R corner will be handing out the ravenclaw lads’ mixtapes outside the courtroom, anon!

this is definitely an agree-to-disagree on this one, anon. i think, if there were no post-war justice, no trials, no public reckoning, no need to immediate need to clear snape’s name, then maybe. but i think harry would get one whiff of death eaters trying to blame their crimes on old sev and say, not on my watch. he’s literally the only person who can clear snape’s name posthumously. do i think he felt weird about it all? absolutely. but i think he would do as he does in ootp re clearing his own name and make it his business to get the truth out. i don't know if you've noticed but that young man is really rather righteous. he also couldn't wait to tell voldemort snape was actually a goodie. he was chomping at the bit, he was salivating. he had the goss and he could not wait to spread it. he's just like me fr!

thank you sm anon! i have talked a little bit about my view of hermione and ginny's relationship here (forgive the link to an old thing, i am terrible for repeating myself), but i think their relationship as you see it in beasts is my way of trying to write the middle ground between the two views of their friendship often doing the rounds in fandom - eg. they're absolute soulmate besties who totally get each other all the time vs they're basically not friends at all. i am just a bit of a sucker for hard won female friendships earned by girls growing up and getting a grip. now - if harry and ginny had an argument, i imagine ginny would be right, and hermione is always on the sign of reason. but even if ginny wasn't right, i reckon hermione would have a quiet word with her about it, but still make sure she told harry off to, just because it's good to never let the men in your life know peace.

i yelped! you dreamed of my fic! that's bonkers and brilliant in equal measure. look if chapter 15 gets revealed to you in a dream and it's better than in the google doc i'll be soooo fuckin pissed.

[elevenenthusiast]

This forced ass el hate 💀

“The mess she created” we just gonna sit here and act like all of this isn’t Henry’s fault… putting the fault on an innocent 14 year old girl who was abused for her powers like how tf was she supposed to know that opening a portal to the upside down was gonna lead to consequences 💀 she was trapped in that lab for so many years plus that’s on Henry because he’s the one fucking around and she shouldn’t make up for his actions.

I can NOT stand these people at ALL like this is the reason why i barely interact in that fucking side of twitter.

[meandmyfandoms1230]

Inazuma 11/ digimon adventure AU where Taichi goes to raimon middle instead of Odaiba for one reason or another and helps Endou start the soccer club. This leads to the events of 02 happening while the events of og are going on causing so much chaos.

Some notable things from my brain are that Taichi is okay with Endou being captain because he has already saved the world/Japan like 3 times by now and does not want that pressure again. He's fine with being support and providing advice.

The first Teikoku match is when he gets called back to the digital world by agumon, it's why Gouenji needed to save the others. Some people are mad for a bit but they eventually calm down.

Taichi also keeps the coolest head whenever they go up against something crazy, a skill that come in handy espically against aliea ("digimon are basically aliens so...")

Also around Aliea is when raimon gets their digimon partners, for extra chaos and fun. I may-or-may-not have a basic list already.

Taichi's hissatsus that I've come up with so far consist of "Courageous Charge" a dribbling move to break past multiple opponents and "Terra Shot" a shot that coats the ball in high-temperature atmospheric energy and releases it towards the goal.

Also also, Ken and Daisuke join the team with Toramaru for the ffi. They have a combined shot called like "imperial lance" or something. Ken also has a move called "The Rocket"

[headinabox]

when he goes WAHH!!

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

I saw this and I was crying so much why is this so not only polin protagoneil riverdoctor malina pond but also jjpope coded why is every taylor song so them coded

this is mainly about tenet 12th doctor jjpope mal/lina!

[july-19th-club]

i really like george and nick together they're so solid. the thing she needs most in the world is stability (financial and social) and he's just deeply steady and commitment-oriented which gives her the ability to soften up a bit when she knows she has a landing zone that won't fall out from under her. but they also challenge each other, they're fun, their arguments are charming and funny and their chemistry is strong i really really like these two together

[shackld]

I'm 3 away from getting all my S ranks final phase

[yippeeeeestudios]

Do you guys think we’ll ever get a Inazuma eleven x beyblade collab.

[comfortcomes]

this book is making me be like do i actually hate novels? bc i can’t stop thinking like oh my god why do i care about these people’s lives they’re FAKE oh my GOD and then it’s like ohh yeah i guess that’s what fiction is

[solarsteam]

◇@pacman-fever continued from 🟡◇

《⚙️》 Both of the sprites stared at Pacman for a few seconds, then cautiously walked towards him. They stared at him for a moment, before suddenly jumping and chriping! "I think they like you!" Hob giggled, still hugging the sprite.

"They’re very friendly, they even befriended a certain someone I know," they continued, "they'll try to play with almost everyone, they especially like to play tag, which is how I got stuck in the tree in the first place." She then laughed, since in hindsight, they should have know that they were probably going to get stuck somewhere high up... nevermind the train of thoughts.

"Anyways, I guess you might have some questions," she beamed, "feel free to ask about anything!" They weren't the best at making conversations, but she hoped that this works.

[beifong-brainrot]

See thats why i respect inazuma eleven because the villains there were willing to try and murder highschoolers over football.

i love sports animes because the villain is always just some highschooler who is good at sports. but hes from ANOTHER HIGHSCHOOL. no he doesn't cheat or do anything unethical. hes just really good. treated with the same gravity and theatrical introduction as anime villains who want to like blow up the world

[deadxlv]

Far Away Soul, White Cold Star 💫

Chapter: 11 “Forthcoming..Could She be..A God..?”

A strange scratch in the bark of an old tree, a hole in the leaves, and claw marks in the dirt. It was as if the ringing of bells echoed through the trees... slowly growing nearer and nearer the deeper you went into the shadeless embrace of the forest. Like walking through a snow-torn range, all you can see beyond you is the expansive dull light grey forest floor and the occasional red leaf which falls gently with grace to the ground beneath your very feet. Remains nothing but their silent and emotionless stare watching you get swallowed by the void of grey..

Strange ash-like leaves kept falling all around them- the feeling of being watched subsided for now, but in the back of their minds, they knew it would return. Each step felt like a stabbing of your senses with heat as a leaf crunched to dust in the wind. Looking back, Hijìn would exhale slowly as he tried to find his comrade amongst all the dead grey leaves, which by this point almost felt impossible. His senses keener than usual he could tell that this place was truly dead- not even a mouse to worm lived in these parts.. 'what happened here.. why is it all grey? Why does it feel so strange..'. He thought as he continued his walk amidst his search for his friend.

  Kÿr Pov:

  Crawling between tree branches, whizzing last leaves, and disappearing in piles of leaves Kÿr would appear. This biome was meant for him- seeing as his fur was exactly the same color he had no issue in hiding around the human who walked around so aimlessly. Chuckling he would toss leaf bits in the air above his friend in an attempt to spook them only to see the bits fly in the wind into the distance with nothing else but a face of disappointment. Jumping off a tall tree branch, Kÿr landed on his feet with ease, but the overall sensation of this place is what made him sympathetic with his partner in crime. The woods felt soul-consuming, the leaves felt like charred bodies, and the space between every tree was like a trap to the mind's systems.. 'No way this isn't created by some smart individual.. a maze of everything looks like everything.. a deadly bastard if this is actually a trap or just some dead forest..I do hope it is dead..'.

  Having settled on it, Kÿr chose to stick with this friend on this one.. if one were to truly separate then it would be life-ending. They needed one another as two could somehow find a way to complement one another's strengths in combat if someone or something were to come on the offensive. Swinging with his long sharp tail Kÿr would glide through the air before landing on the humans' shoulders. "Sup Kid- nice to see ya from up here".

Hijìn Pov:

  Having nothing else on his mind he was prone to stretch only for the small feline to tackle his head out of the blue nearly making him jump. "Ah.. ngh" he scoffed at the witty remark of his comrade, although he was getting comfortable around here he still felt like every time he passed by a tree something grew nearer. The cat scrambled till it sat down on his shoulders, Hijìn would punch one of the charred grey trees randomly causing many of the leaves to fall off and fall all on them. He stared ahead with his fist still against the tree as leaves fell right past his face.. yet, as he stared ahead it was as if a microsecond passed by where some shadow etched its way closer to him with each passing second.

  Stepping back until his back hit a tree the human looked around confused only to be overwhelmed by the same miserable grey around them like if everything was charred to a crisp by something unnatural. Hijìn raised his shoulders and the weight of Kÿr wasn't present- he was gone without even a sound to alert him of his disappearance. It felt like the world was speeding up for him, the aching feeling that someone again has got their hands on his friend, someone dare try him.. his anger growing and his emotions taking hold of him his eyes would slowly begin to darken, gritting his teeth as he clenched his fist from the internal pain.

  Out of the blue from a small pile of leaves ahead of him, the feline reappears, poking his head out of the leaves with a big smile. An unnaturally wide smile was as if he was being forced to smile so wide, however, it was enough for the boy to calm down and get back to his senses. He let his hands rest and closed his mouth rethinking his actions, 'Need to relax.. I go ape shit I could potentially hurt him when he's playing around.. my idiotic self..', yet as he approached he felt something was a little off-putting by the sneaking cat. The cat stayed with a large ear-to-ear smile without even moving- better not even seeming to be breathing, as he stepped up carefully he would mummer out to the cat to try and get a response. Nothing. Again.. he received nothing. He got a foot away and crouched down to try and make eye contact and still.. nothing.

  The Cat would slowly crack its neck, crack by crack by crack.. and by crack until it strangely faced the human who at this point was straight-up unnerved. His fight or flight response was starting to kick in but he didn't want to abandon his friend either like he did prior with those strange creatures, raising his hand to try and touch the top of Kÿr's head it would speak.

"You've traveled far my child.. yet this is no place for some lost soul to cross without knowing the abject ruling of these trees.. Lay down.. take a seat.. let your body..Rest.."

  His emotions went haywire as he grabbed Kÿr by his sides and picked him up only to see the cat was only a head with the full spinal cord stretching down to the pelvis was all that remained. In fear he yelled out dropping the body on the ground, he scrambled away till his back hit the trees behind him- the cat still spoke as it repeated the same line over and over and over again nonstop. The digits in the spine cracked and snapped till it was able to sit up on itself to face the boy with the same cold empty stare and now whisper. The human solely watched, touching the sides of his face thinking this could all be a dream.. just as the slow creeping feeling of emptiness went on from the dead tree behind him.

  Trees to even the ground beneath him called for him.. they ached for him- craved him.. they needed him. Jumping off the tree he could only sense the feeling of hunger overcome him- eyes going blurry he kicks the Cat amidst a large pool of blood slowly dripping down his shirt he loses it. The Cats head finally hit the ground slowly turning into nothing but chunks of leaf litter and sticks, on the other hand, Hijìn was losing it to the deep slithering feeling under his very skin. His veins bulging a deep red and black, he would open his mouth in an attempt to scream out just to be interrupted.

Out from under a tree trunk the real Kÿr would appear, his arm was hanging down and bloodied all over as he ran with minor cuts on his face. He saw the condition his friend was in and promptly jumped in the air and kicked his face with both feet knocking him to the ground, skidding on his landing, Kÿr ran to the aid checking all over to see if the same thing that happened to him happened to Hijìn. "Kid! Kid! Oh Shit! I'm glad your okay.. Ehhheh.. what the fuck is going on..". The chime of bells rang again in the wind as more and more grey leaves would continue to fall to the ground. In a frantic panic, Kÿr would grab the boy's right arm and sling him over his back, even with his size being a little less than half of Hijìn's size it could seem like he could carry nearly triple his body weight with little to not issue. Bells ringing nearer and nearer he started to haul ass- as he ran with Hijìn on his back the trees would begin to move and crack all around them till it came down to them unnaturally bending to try and hit them.

Hazed with white and blue- the sky feels darker than usual.. why is everything red. Till reality slapped him hard enough to send Hijìn to terminal velocity- his body felt heavy and his limbs weighed a million pounds. A soft feeling of fur rubbed against his cheek only to realize he was being carried by Kÿr, Poor Kÿr was struggling with the world as he had to carry not only Hijìn, but dodge the attack of these strange woods and the burden of being down an arm. Whole trees slammed on the ground in all directions to even getting torn out of their roots and flung at the two who scurried along the endless grey paths to attempt to get back to the normal redwoods. "Ar- Are You Okay?! Can you wa?" Cut off by more foliage hitting his face and slightly burning at his wounds Kÿr would hiss out in pain.

  This was already enough- they couldn't tell what was happening yet so much was happening simultaneously at the same time. Strength finally returned as blood flowed in his weak legs- Hijìn would kick off two tentacles attached to his ankles and spring into action. A tree came flying at them from afar rolling at high speeds and with a foot planted braced for impact Hijìn grabbed the tree mid-roll and like a baseball player struck everything by them like it was but a mosquito. Kÿr faltered from the weight that shifted off him, but he couldn't stop now- he had to keep running even if it meant leaving the boy behind for a second. The paranoia of fate reaching for his essence he strayed on- going so far as to extend his arm and form a large rod to smack anything ahead of him to clear the path.

  In their wake as they jumped over a small break in the terrain dozens of trees, boulders, and vines all shot out towards them. Hijìn reached out and grabbed Kÿr by the back of the head and pulled him down just in the nick of time as a large landslide of foliage rushed at him. Their only choice was to cower under the ridge in the terrain and close their eyes.. sounds of breaking, wood snapping, heavy pounding, and echoing sounds of scraping, Till.. it all.. went.. silent. Eye open and the fear of death in the air is all you could sense after such a strange encounter..but the soft touch of red grass passing against your hand reminds you that you've somehow lived to tell another day..

  Under no crevice, no shelter, standing out, the two stood there absolutely dazed as to what had happened to them. No arm wounds or weak limbs.. Hijìn and Kÿr have just been standing in front of the grey woods the whole time, staring in before it snapped away in an instant and they returned to reality. Clear eye of green blinking to notice its mistakes- mental hallucinations tricking itself vistas of its beholder.. an event which never had happened.. a fate undetermined by those of weak wills, until.. they took a step forward. Kÿr hadn't need to blink as his eyes seemed to be closed initially yet he could still see, see the figure looming behind the large charred grey tree staring at them from the shadows.

  He reached out slowly, weakness in his body, Kÿr tapped Hijìn's arm whilst pointing out at the figure. Hijìn blinked a few times before wincing to see better taking a step to see make sure what he was seeing was true. The figure stepped back going behind the tree a little as if in fear, "H-hey! Uh.. we're not gonna hurt you or something.. you can come out now hhh- just two dudes strolling..", Kÿr said leaning to the side to get a better look. Hijìn on the other hand would blankly stare at the figure behind the tree, the sound of slithering inside his head growing and growing as from that hallucination he would go dark. He went numb for a second just as the figure took a step forward to try and get out, its soft white hue skin poking out into the light.

  Eyes rolling back instantly, Hijìn would falter to his side, veins bulged out, hair lost some of its brown pigment, and his eyes became black voids. In the same second as this happened the figure took notice of this moment and quickly ran out into the light, they moved so fast that not even Kÿr could react to their speed- the figure had strange puffy light green clothing, vibrant rose-colored hair, and noticeable grey horns which radiated a strange clear white aura. The figure sped to the transforming Hijìn and slapped him, time had caught up and Hijìn's head jerked to the left before slamming to the ground causing an explosion of dust and rock all around them. Kÿr was blown back a few feet tumbling back till he landed against a large fungus to break his fall, he ruffled his hair and scratched his face to snap out of it to look around in shock. "Wh-wh-wh-wh-whhhhhhat the Fuck was that?!" He said blowing the dust away mid-cough after taking a deep breath of dust.

  Looking down at the unconscious body of Hijìn, the strange figure was shown in the light- Horns raised to the sky absorbing the sunlight between the trees. A smile spreading across their soft pink colored lips they turned around swiping the dust all away into the thickens of the forest as they pointed into their air almost like a show of power, Kÿr covered his face from the gust of wind until he was able to see the figure in full. "H-hh.. who is she.." he muttered under his breath taken back by how what he sees. The figure seemed feminine in nature, wide-hipped, large chested wrapped with a tight brown belt, and no visible eyes under the large soft rose hair they made their stage with a foot on top of Hijìn's unconscious head. "Life changed.. Fate Averted.. sickness changed- Live again- for you've been blessed by the All Father~!" Exclaimed the Feminine being as her aura radiated a soft white light like staring into the dual suns without any protection..

  Forgone.. she remembered me- she visited me when I was sick, cold, weak, what am I.. , what is she- Forgone.. Star..

[prokopetz]

All these cyberpunk-themed tabletop RPGs on itch.io and not one of them that aims for the vibe of those goofy-ass Canadian YA cyberpunk shows that aired on YTV back in the 1990s. You know the ones:

the protagonist is named something safely conventional like Kyle or Jake, while every single other kid is sporting a moniker like "Glitch" or "Fractal" or "K C" with absolutely no indication that these aren't the names their parents gave them

everybody's wearing an eleven-year-old white kid's idea of what hip-hop fashion looks like, except for the ambiguously teenage principal villain, who's sporting a Spirit Halloween knockoff of a random military uniform

90% of the show is clearly filmed in some anonymous industrial park, apart from a handful of flashbacks which were probably shot in the producer's house

the writing seems to be unclear on the distinction between "hacker" and "wizard"; there's a strong possibility none of the writers have ever actually used a computer in their lives

Ryan Reynolds is there

I swear I'll write it myself if I have to.