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polyo-nym-y · 9 months ago

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Desserts, Served.

[Bon Appétit Pt.2]

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Alastor x Female Reader

[What to expect/Warnings: NSFW MDNI!!Blood, begging, P in V, you get restrained by his tendrils, soft ending, dirty talk, idk its tame for how I write Alastor LOL]

[Part 1 Here]

[Link to full drawing here]

Hello! Oh my goodness I am just utterly speechless by the positivity within this little horny community!

Thank you to everyone who liked my first post and who commented wanting a part two. This is for you guys <3 I’m sorry it took FOREVER to finish but I was nervous about disappointing lol.

But I needed to get this posted cause I have SO much planned for the future >:3

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You watched as his long fingers hook under each suspender, slowly slinking them off his shoulders. He sent a toothy grin down to your disheveled form. As if the red of his eyes were literal hell-fire, you felt his gaze rake over your body, heat quickly following wherever they went. “What do you say, darling, are you ready for dessert?” His voice was low and heavy, the sound settling in your ears but you were unable to process what he exactly said. Your own rapid heart rate was all you could focus on as you tried to calm yourself down from the overdose of dopamine you just experienced.

A chuckle rattled from him as he reached a hand out, talons holding your chin to direct your gaze at him. His ears twitched as he cocked his head to the side, staring into your wide and glossy gaze. “Hello~? Still with me? I don’t recall eating that tongue of yours.”

Your head was foggy from your release and eyes too focused on how beautiful he looked right now. The room was dark save for the soft lighting of a lamp on a far table. His eyes glowing ethereally and his smile softening around the edges.

Alastor leaned, pressing his hips further against you. The feeling of his clothed hard-on against your exposed flesh was more than enough to wake you from your dreamy state. Glancing down trying to see him pressed into you. “W-What?”

“I asked you a question.” Pinching your chin his claws dug in slightly, trying to get your eyes back up to his. “It’s not a proper meal without dessert, you know.” He hummed a tune you didn’t recognize as he leaned back and away from you. “But if you’re full-“ He physically withdrew himself from you, reusing the same manipulation tactic he used earlier.

Just as he hoped, it brought panic to your eyes. Once again the idea of losing his touch rocked you to your core, literally. Suddenly realizing how cold and empty you felt without him and his addicting touch. The exhaustion you once felt melted away as you pushed yourself up from resting on your elbows. You lurched forward, fingers yanking Alastor in by his shirt. Crashing your lips into his you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him into you, ensuring he couldn’t back away any further.

He watched with wide eyes for only a moment before he quickly melted into the kiss. One arm wrapped around your waist to press you flush to his chest. His other hand came to hold you by the back of your neck with a firm pressure.

His half-lidded gaze never left you as he swiped his tongue over your lips, asking entrance. To his dismay, however, you instead pulled away from him. His long fingers tightening at your neck as you struggled to pull your lips from his, his own hunger and greed showing.

You slowly slipped your eyes open to find him already staring at you. Having leaned away from his lips just enough to ghost words across them. “I’ll never count a meal as satisfying until I’m feeling stuffed.” You could feel his grin grow as he narrowed his eyes on you. “And I’m famished.”

Once again you felt the air around you grow heavy. Static began to prick at your skin as it buzzed in your ears. The lamp flickered in the background as the entire room grew darker. “Oh, Mon Cher…” his words were so heavily filtered you could barely hear him, the static began to rise further. His claws danced from the back of your neck as his hand nestled to your front. His large palm gripping you by your throat as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I'm going to fuck you stupid.” Instantly, blood rushed to your cheeks. He dropped the innuendos and the shock from it had you frozen like a deer in headlights.

You felt him tighten his grip around your throat, lips parting to gasp air instinctively. The room grew dark, too dark, as the space was completely shrouded in shadows. The only presence was Alastor, his glowing gaze seeming brighter than before. His little antlers began to grow above you. Perhaps, you thought, you were indulging him too much.

Fear flooded your senses as he drew himself up from you, stature taller than before. Suddenly, you were being thrown down against the desk by your throat. Body tensing as you braced for a hard impact of wood and vintage radio equipment. Your hands flew to grip his wrist as you were thrown back. But the pain you expected never came as instead a plush softness enveloped you. You blinked, darting your gaze around as the shadows withdrew, allowing light back in.

The sound of a zipper and a rattling laugh snapped your attention back to Alastor. He loomed over where you laid on the edge of a soft surface. “Oh ho! You should’ve seen yourself just now!” His shoulders bounced, his genuine laughter had you squeezing your thighs together. “Fear looks good on you, my dear.” He’d coo over you.

Confused, you glance away from him as you begin to crawl backwards, you turn your attention to the room. Realizing you were no longer in his radio tower. Instead, you were resting on a soft bed in a familiar room, your room. “Wha-” You turned back to Alastor squinting up at him. “Oh, fuck you! You think you’re so funny?” You tried to keep the playful squint but you couldn’t stop the smile that wanted to form.

You pushed yourself up into a sitting position, eyes glued to the open zipper as he untucked his shirt. The bed dipped as he stalked closer, his knee settling on the mattress. “I know I’m funny, darling.” You had just barely caught a glimpse of his dark happy trail before you came face to face with Alastor, who had crawled over to you. One black palm settled flush against your chest. A devious smirk returning to his features as he pushed you back down on your back.

A huff of air left your lungs as you were knocked down. Eyes scanning over his face as he situated himself above you. As you felt his hands pry your legs open at your knees, you let out a scoff. “Tch yeah…funny-looking..” you would taunt under your breath.

He quirked a brow at you as he sat on his knees between your legs. “Ha. Ha.” One of his hands worked on removing his bow tie whilst the other flicked the bite he left on your inner thigh. Chuckling when you flinched and yelped in reaction, the wound still raw and tender.

Your gaze lingered lower as he began popping the first few buttons of his shirt open. “You know? Maybe I should eat that naughty tongue of yours.” When your gaze snapped back up his bones cracked, antlers reaching out like dead tree limbs. He fell onto his palms as his large body caged you against the bed.

A nervous smile crossed your expression as that similar fear rose in you. But it wasn’t typical fear, no, this feeling was something raw and instinctual. The fear a prey would feel when cornered by a predator, with a sprinkle of lustful anticipation. Your body tensed under him as one hand grabbed your jaw, fingers that somehow grew longer squish your cheeks forward. “You’d miss it.” You’d mumble out with your lips being forced to purse.

“I don’t know, my dear, you can still moan without one~“ releasing your face, his hand trailed down between your breasts and settling on the softness of your stomach.

Your breath caught in your throat as you heard it before you realized what he was doing. Goosebumps littered your skin at the sound of ripping fabric. “Alastor!-“ a gasp of his name left you. He tore your nightgown straight down the middle and sliced the remains of your underwear that clung around your waist.

“I would, however, miss that.” His eyes fell from yours and followed down the dip of your breasts.

Just as quickly as you went to cover your exposed chest did his shadow-y tendrils appear. Multiple jutted out from his back as they wormed their way towards you, slipping around your wrists and tangling all the way down your elbows. You fought against them at first but they were stronger than you, as they yanked your arms above your head pressing them into the bed. Your back arches as you weakly struggle against his hold, mostly just testing him. But your body freezes as you feel something hot and hard smack against your pubis area.

One hand holds his exposed cock at the base where it pokes out from above his pants. A toothy grin as he watches you jolt with each smack of his swollen tip against the hood of your clit. The mere sight of him had your arousal re-awakening, needy cunt clenching around nothing.

“C’mon.” He slowly pumped his cock, spreading the precum that eagerly dripped from his tip. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want.”

Your jaw clenched at his vulgar request as you felt your whole body flush. Though your eyes never left the monster he held against you, swallowing nervously as your lips parted slowly. You found it difficult to ask for something so depraved. Not to mention you were growing more nervous at the realization that when his body grew larger, everything grew.

He saw your hesitation, and usually he’d take time to enjoy your dismay and embarrassment. But right now? He needed you completely and he was done stalling.

Lazily he rubbed his cock up and down your slit, mixing his pre-cum with your slick. When he saw your face contort he moved with more intention, his cock twitching in his hand as he rubbed against your clit slowly.

“Please..” you pleaded meekly as your eyes rose to meet his. The look he sent down to you sent a tingling feeling through your body. There was such a deep hunger in them that you were certain he was just as desperate for this as you were. The thought of The Radio Demon nearing a breaking point to have you? That had a small smirk forming across your face. You felt him twitch and throb against you as soon as you smiled.

“Alastor, Please.” His grin strained as he watched a cocky glint appear in your eyes. “You said you’d fuck me stupid. Aren’t you a man of your word?” You stretched as much as you could as you rolled your hips up against him. “Or is the scary Radio Demon a-“

A growl interrupted your taunting, a choking gasp leaving you. Without warning he thrusted into you with his hands shifting to grip your hips. Thankfully, you were thoroughly lubricated. However, you were not prepared for the burning stretch you felt as his thick member fought against your tight walls. Tears welled in your eyes from the overwhelming feeling and you were shocked to see he wasn’t even halfway in.

Trailing claws scratched down your tense thighs as his hands cupped under your knees. In one quick movement he had your knees pressed against your chest, ass lifting from the bed slightly. With this movement alone you felt him slip in just a little more, were you panting? “To think I ever planned on being gentle. You don’t want gentle, do you?” His glowing red gaze flickered as darkness flooded them. The air in the room began to tingle and prick at your skin as his filter grew heavier once again. Something that you were noticing indicated a strong surge of emotions coming from Alastor. As if what he felt was so heavy it practically oozed from him, sticking to your skin. You tried to control your breathing but he was making it difficult in more ways than one.

Tears slipped down the sides of your face as you tried to blink away the blur they caused. Trying to focus on Alastor who loomed above you like a monster. Body unnaturally large, grin spread tightly across his face and his dark eyes spun with red dials at their center. That confidence to poke the bear melted away quickly as you tugged at the tendrils around your arms. But they only responded by pressing your hands into the bed further. Your lips parted to try and frantically babble some weak reply. But any words you planned on saying were distorted into a yelp-like scream. With a sudden snap of his hips he buried his ungodly length into you, sinking to the hilt. Through bleary vision you saw the shape of him pushing up your stomach from where it reached deep inside of you. For the first time in your afterlife you thanked God you were dead, knowing well that Alastor did not intend on going easy on you.

Just as you thought, he did not give you the luxury to adjust. His claws dug into your skin where he held your legs. All you felt was the intense fullness, unaware of the small cuts his hands left as blood slowly began to drip down onto your chest. Gritting his teeth he fought against your tight hole to wrench himself out before snapping back into you. The force of it involuntarily rips a moan from you as your eyes roll back before slipping closed altogether.

Like a well trained dog your eyes snapped back open, missing their momentary rest already. Your obedience won, however, as you instantly looked up to him at the sound of your name. A sweet staticky purr rumbling from him as he spoke. “Eyes on me, Mon Cher, I want to witness your descent into madness.”

Your heart fluttered and he sucked in sharply as he felt you clench around him. How did he manage to be so alluring whilst being so demonically horrid? Perhaps that was a fault on your part and your questionable desires.

“Hm~? You like that?” His voice, the air, your body and his body on yours, everything felt heavy and hot. The heat of it all coated your skin in sweat as you felt your thoughts literally melt away into pathetic puddles. Panting, trying to will your body to grow accustomed to his size, you couldn’t do anything but look up at him with pleading eyes. “The thought of me corrupting you? Ruining you?” You felt warmth slither under your back as more tendrils worked their way to you. Pushing your lower half up from the bed completely as he contorted you. He shifted, sitting up on his knees as he buried himself deep inside you. The lifted angle had you seeing stars, swearing that he’d pierce through your womb completely.

You choked, spittle running over your lips as he rutted into you. He started a deep and focused pace. Laughing sadistically at the sounds of your choked out moans and the squelching of your cunt. Tendrils replaced the hold under your knees as they held your legs open wide for him. Talons now free to rake up your body as he enjoyed your quivering response.

“P-Please-“ you wheezed out between gasping breaths. “T-Too much-“ despite your pleas, you both felt how eagerly your walls twitched around him. Your cunt had a firm grip on him, making it difficult to even pull out for a shallow thrust. Even with the slower pace you felt that coil begin to twist in your stomach.

“What do you mean, darling? Did you not say you wanted to be stuffed?” You bit your bottom lip, trying to hold in the cry you wanted to let out. Your own hubris has come to bite you in the ass, like it often does. All you could do is whine, meekly shaking your head. “You poor little thing. Have you gone stupid already? Because despite what that mouth says- down here?” Another deep thrust rocks your whole body but he doesn’t pull back. Grinding his hips down into yours so roughly you swore your bones were bruising. “Down here is begging for the exact opposite.”

“F-Fuck- please-” Somehow he managed to grind right into your sweet spot. His breathing became ragged above you as he felt his last little bit of restraint leave him. A static hiss left him as he drew his hips back only to drive his cock roughly back in. Frantics pleas tumbled from you as you were begging for your second release.

“Say it-” his thrusts were hard and fast as he fucked into your cunt, chasing his own pleasure. “Say my name- fuck,” his filter dropped as your ears were blessed with his raw voice. At some point more and more tendrils leaked from him as they wrapped around you, their warm grip flexing with every thrust.

He had you completely bound by his tendrils, forced to be nothing but a hole for his cock. His hands were so tight on you and right now he could care less if it hurt. Alastor watched you wheeze under him as he grew frantic and sloppy with his thrusts. As one of the shadows slithered between your bodies to lovingly rub against your clit, you felt your orgasm come to its cusp. You screeched his name like a dying animal as every muscle in your body tensed. His thrusts became shallow and deep as your cunt spasmed around him. Your second rush of dopamine settled over your body in waves as he continued fucking you through your orgasm.

His hips stuttered as he panted out a laugh and brought a hand down to grab your face. Keeping your head still as he bore into your fucked-dumb eyes, watching them widen as he reached his peak with a grunt. Your legs spasmed and a deep warmth flooded your abdomen as he pumped his cum into you. Your release tipped into overstimulation as he didnt stop fucking into you even after cumming. “My sweet girl.” A long moment passed before he finally slowed his assault. Coming to a full stop once he saw your eyes fully glaze over as he knew he was losing you again. His chest rose and fell rapidly as each tendril slowly left your body, gently lowering you back onto the bed. “Youre my sweet girl, right?” He wanted to see if you were still listening.

You blinked through tears as you watched his body shrink back to its original size, albeit still large compared to you. You nodded up to him slowly and winced when he removed his claws from where they dug shallow cuts into you. His smile was soft as he slipped himself out from you. He couldn't stop his eyes snapping down to watch his seed seep from your lips.

A silence fell between you as you laid there trying to lower your heart rate. Your eyes watched him as he cleaned himself up before tending to you. His touch was much gentler on you as he scooped you up to tuck you under your blankets. As your mind began to clear you began to worry- was your deal just for one night? “Alastor?”

He hummed a response as he looked you over. He saw that familiar fear, the fear of him leaving. An amused sigh left him as he settled into the bed beside you. “Hush now, dear, you need to get some rest.” He snapped his fingers to turn the lights off before pulling you into his chest. “Afterall, I intend on sharing many more meals with you.”

You felt him bury his lips into the top of your head as your anxiety melted away. Within the dark you wore a soft smile as you let your eyes close. “I’ll hold you to that.” All you felt was comfort and warmth as you let yourself drift to sleep to the sound of Alastors heart.

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[Tags for those who asked for PT. 2 <3: @saturn-alone @lustylita @karmakillz @saint-altruist ]

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smoothiejay1306 · 5 months ago

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My favorite playlist ~ S.C.B

MDNI +18

Warnings — idol!boyfriend!Changbin x blackfemale!reader, pet names (baby, binnie, babe) nasty oral (f. receiving), reader has a wap, multiple orgasms, little bit of fluff.

Word count — 1722

Music sounded out in the background through a speaker. Changbin had walked into their bedroom to his girlfriend listening to a playlist that included only her favorite love songs ever, while cleaning her closet, her favorite pink bonnet covering her curly hair. That just had to be a sign.

She smiled at him as soon as she spotted him and before she even had a chance to greet him properly, his lips were on hers.

Currently, 'For certain' by PARTYNEXTDOOR played between the four walls, but, truthfully, the couple wasn't paying attention to it. Not when his face was buried in her soaked pussy.

Y/N tried her best to stay still as her man practically devoured her, however, Changbin was relentless. He had been wanting her since he first woke up, so as soon as he got back from the studio, he knew what he had to do.

So, that's how she ended up on their bed, spread open for him as he gripped her thighs in his hands.

"B-BABY, PLEASE!" She begged him, but really didn't know why. Y/N knew he wasn't going to stop until he felt like he had had enough of her.

He had been going at her for maybe a little under five minutes at that point. And though he hadn't made her cum yet, she was right on the edge of her release.

One of her hands gripped onto his soft dark hair, while the other played with her tits. Her head was thrown back, but she would occasionally lift it to look down at him while Changbin made a feast out of her.

He would slurp all her juices into his mouth before letting them drip back onto her heat and then continuing the assault with his tongue. And, really, Y/N thought he was trying to end her life at that moment.

She couldn't hold back her sounds of pleasure. Her moans rang in his ears and just motivated him to continue. He was so focused on making her cum and when he was able to read the signs that it was happening soon, he went insane.

He rapidly flicked his tongue against her clit and then ran it up and down her slit before attaching his lips to her bundle of nerves that he suckled into his mouth. His strong hands played with the skin of her legs and she could so clearly hear him drinking down her essence as it came out of her, even over the beautiful voice of Summer Walker.

Changbin couldn't stop himself. She just smelled so good and tasted even better, he couldn't get enough of her. The rapper was utterly obsessed with this woman.

And the feeling was more than mutual. She had known it for quite some time. I mean, how could she not? All it took was a shy smile from him and she would lose all reasoning. She just loved him so much.

Changbin hummed into her pussy and that was all it took for her to climax. The girl trembled under his hold as she screamed out his name while grinding her heat into his face. And Changbin welcomed it, flattening his tongue out and allowing her to move on her own as her orgasm finally came to life.

He made sure to keep his eyes on her for as long as he could. There was no way he was going to miss the look on her face when he made her cum. The way her brown eyes rolled back as she threw her head back. He just loved the sight.

'Power Trip' by J. Cole and Miguel suddenly became clear in her ears again and Y/N released a heavy sigh as if she had been holding her breath for a long time.

When she came down, her hips stopped on their own and she tried her best to calm her rapidly beating heart.

Her climax didn't stop Changbin from touching her, however. He massaged the flesh of her inner thighs while laying soft kisses on her pulsating clit.

"O-Okay, Binnie… Okay…" She panted as she tried to move up on the bed. She just needed him to let her breathe. She had already finished. What else could he possibly want from her?

Changbin furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed she was trying to scoot away from him, so he pulled her back to where she initially was, causing a gasp to leave her lips.

"Did I tell you you could move?" He gritted through his teeth, staring her in the eyes, but he wasn't looking for an answer from her. "You know I hate being interrupted while I'm eating."

And with that, he got back to work, his tongue separating her folds to find her sensitive spot again — the little ball of nerves that had her brain melting. He made sure to pay extra attention to it.

"F-FUCK!" She cried out at the sensation, as SZA's beautiful voice was heard in the background of Y/N´s sounds of absolute pleasure.

At that point, Y/N could feel her juices leaking down in between her buttcheeks. His tongue continued to lap at her as she soaked the bed under her. Changbin was trying his best to restrain her but she just couldn't stay still.

Changbin's hands gripped the back of her knees and pushed her legs up until her calves were next to her ears. He kneeled on the bed and began moving his head from side to side.

She played with her breasts while moans continued to spill out of her mouth and her man hummed into her, delighted with her taste.

He was unstoppable. All that was going through his mind was to make her cum again. Changbin absolutely loved the way she whimpered for him every time. How she barely managed to hold herself together as he continued to bring her closer and closer to her desired release. Her cries harmonized with the sounds of 'Damage' by H.E.R..

He groaned when she gripped his hair in desperation. Y/N just needed something — anything — to hold on to as her boyfriend tried his best to kill her. Well at least that's what she thought he was doing.

The sounds he made when he slurped her up were the definition of ungodly.

He hummed along to the tune of 'Always' by Daniel Caesar before pulling away for a brief second. He heard her let out a loud sigh of release, thinking he was finally done. When she went to close her legs again, the look in his eyes completely erased that thought from her mind. Y/N knew he wasn't finished with her.

"You see this shit, Y/N?" He asked, running two fingers up and down her drenched slit. "This pussy will end me one day." Changbin continued with a shake of his head.

"I love it so much, baby." He mumbled into her pussy. "So good." He finished before going back to drinking her down like she was the source of life itself.

His hands that had been running up and down her legs in a soothing manner moved to grip her booty. He smacked it with both hands before jiggling it.

"Baby, it's so good." She moaned, following it with a gasp when he sucked her clit back into his mouth.

Her back arched off the bed and she just knew she was about to cum again. Especially with how unforgiving he was in his actions. The man acted like he had been starved for the last week. His head moved up and down, making sure to lap at every single drop coming out of her.

"FUCK, I'm gonna c-cum!" She moaned, now holding onto the back of her knees and spreading her legs for him.

Her eyes were stuck on him. Y/N watched intently as her boyfriend ate her out. She couldn't look away as he worked her with so much passion it seemed as if he was chasing his own orgasm.

"Gimme that shit, babe." He demanded. After working so hard, Changbin just thought he deserved it so bad to see her unraveling for him one more time.

"Baby, p-please…" She begged, but her pleas were falling into deaf ears. Bin had blocked everything out as he focused only on bringing her to completion.

The pressure inside her became too much and Y/N could feel the pit of her stomach burning with the sweet pleasure she had become accustomed to in the hands of the rapper.

"OH MY GOD!" She sobbed as it finally became too much.

Her toes curled as she threw her head back against the bed, all while moaning the name of the man who had worked so hard for her release. Her hands went back to grip at his hair as she cried out for him.

Changbin let go of her and allowed her to grind her pussy against his face as she prolonged her orgasm. Her breathing was out of control and Y/N felt like she was about to lose her shit.

When she finally managed to calm down, he pulled away and made his way up the bed to hover over her body, arms on either side of her head as he watched her settle down after such an intense orgasm.

His lower face was soaking wet, but he made no efforts to clean it up. Changbin leaned down to kiss her again and her arms immediately wrapped around his neck, fingers running through his soft hair while she reciprocated the kiss. A hum leaving her lips when she tasted herself on him. Smooth legs locking him in place when she closed them around his waist.

Even though she had just orgasmed twice, Y/N wanted that man so bad. She started grinding on his covered bulge that was definitely begging for her attention as 'Blue Dream' by Jhené Aiko played in the background.

She pulled away from his swollen lips panting, hands still in his hair.

"Hi." He spoke softly, just looking at her. He could never get tired of seeing her beautiful face.

"Hi." She responded, using the same tone.

They were so in love it was actually sickening.

She looked him in the eyes and they both knew they weren't done for the night.

"I need you to take your clothes off, Binnie."

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idyllic-affections · 2 years ago

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we'll meet again.

summary. ""I'm sure we'll meet again, but for now… goodbye, [Name]."" trigger & content warnings. major character death (the reader), mild blood. tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. angst, hurt/no comfort. muichiro tokito & hashira mentor!reader. 1.1k words. they/them pronouns for reader. author's thoughts. this is an expansion of these headcanons. while this oneshot could be read as a standalone, it makes slightly more sense with the background context. also i think this oneshot only really makes sense if youve read the demon slayer manga; you wont understand the fight scene if you havent. anyway i have NO excuse for this. im so sorry (no im not LMAO)

"Tokito, move!"

Perhaps it was the urgency in their tone, or perhaps it was the evident desire to protect a young life that they deemed unsettlingly evanescent, yet Muichiro obeyed with no hesitation. Perhaps it was simply the trust and respect he held for his mentor.

Regardless, he moved.

The second he released the hilt of his blade, they clasped it, pushing the boy further away with all their might. Though they may have missed it, Muichiro grimaced from the utter force they exerted against his core and stumbled slightly when attempting to regain his balance.

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He hadn't sparred with them in quite a long time. He'd forgotten the kind of power that they could demonstrate.

Though the blade had been red before when clutched in the Mist Hashira's hand, it was blazing now, making the Upper Moon suck in a sharp, painful breath. Their glare was steely enough to make even the bravest man falter.

If Kokushibo was not a demon, perhaps even he would have wavered.

"You will not harm my Tsuguko."

Lightning struck their core, tearing and searing the seams of their flesh to reach its sharp nails into their delicate innards. They hardly processed the gaping gash across their torso until the pain came in seconds later, making the floor sway beneath their feet and their vision spin. A glare that was once as sharp as their nichirin blade was now unfocused and hazy.

Their legs gave out from underneath them.

Through the pounding of their heart in their ears, they heard a distant, faint cry of their name.

A moment passed, then another.

Tender fingers brushed hair that'd stuck to their sweaty, pale face away, caressing their cheek with a trembling hand. "...[Name]-nee?"

"Ah..." they laughed, choking up a bit of blood in the process, before wincing at the sharp pain that struck their abdomen after. "That's the first time you've called me anything other than [Name]-sama, Mui-kun. It's cute. You should've done it a long time ago."

"H— wait, hold on, just stay awake a little longer," he urged, hands scrambling to peel away at some of the fabric sticking to their flesh. The boy's pupils were blown wide with panic; that much they could tell, despite their blood-loss induced dilirium. "We'll close your wounds, just... I need..."

"Hey..." they called weakly, gently pushing his hands away from their wound with what little strength they had left. "Tokito."

"I just, I- I need to start a fire. We'll cauterize them—"

"Tokito-kun."

"—It'll be okay."

"Mui-kun, please, just stop already! Listen to me!"

Glossy tears spilled over at the sheer breathless desperation in their voice. Never once had their voice raised in his direction, and perhaps it was a mix of the utter overwhelm of the situation and the shock of hearing them yell (at him, specifically) that pushed him over the edge.

In the end, Muichiro was still only a child.

Their chest rose up and down in heavy puffs as they tried to catch their breath, squeezing their eyes shut as the room spun.

�� "[Name]-nee... don't go yet. Please, please... not you too..."

"Shh. I'm still here. Just, ah... just give me your hands. I'll throw up if I open my eyes."

He was quick in clasping their chilled hands between his own, sharing his body heat and offering what little comfort he possibly could to both himself and his rapidly declining mentor. A deep weight settled in his gut at the realization that he wasn't just in some horrible nightmare—that, once again, someone he adored and loved wholeheartedly was leaving him alone.

To them, the warmth he radiated was indeed a comforting reassurance. He was warm. Alive.

"Listen to me. You've gotta kill Muzan for me. This isn't fixable. This couldve been you, laying here in your own blood, you know? You're too young to die here. Too many kids have given their lives already. You had better not die, you hear me? I'll give you hell if you do."

When he laid down beside them, shedding blistering tears on their shoulder, they caressed his head lovingly with the last of their strength.

"You had better not die, Muichiro."

— flower of the universe !! 🌸

"Hello! It's nice to meet you. I am [Surname] [Name], the Demon Slayer Corps' Cloud Hashira, and I'll be your mentor from here on out."

The warmth with which they regarded him was... foreign. Despite the nervous smile tugging at their lips, their welcoming warmth was oh-so evident. How could one who had seen so much bloodshed still have eyes that shone comparably to stars?

Muichiro blinked—once, twice.

"Okay."

Awkward silence descended for a brief moment as the boy fidgeted slightly with the bandages wrapped around his body.

"Oh, uh, right," they stammered, plucking amaranth from their hair. Their hand raised with purposeful delicacy so that, had he so desired, he could withdraw from their gentle touch. He did not. His lack of movement prompted them to tuck the plant behind his ear. "Here."

"What's this for?"

"Well, I've never had a Tsuguko before, so I want us to have a good relationship. Some of the other Hashira say gift-giving is a good way to build rapport. Also, I've been thinking about your name."

"My... name?"

"Yes. The 'mu' in your given name—it's the same as the 'mu' in 'mugen,' isn't it? The 'mu' in Muichiro is the 'mu' in 'mugen.' I like to think so, at least. Amaranth is a symbol of immortality in some countries. It's... it's the closest I could get to infinity," they laughed. "I thought about bringing a lotus instead. Maybe I should have? A lotus would've looked a little nicer. Hmm..."

The 'mu' in Muichiro is the 'mu' in 'mugen.'

Where...

Where had he heard that before?

"You wanted to bring me a lotus that day, [Name]-nee. It was because they symbolise eternity, right?" Muichiro mused in a quiet whisper that would inevitably be lost to the breeze. No-one else was meant to hear, anyway. His words were for no-one but his late mentor; that much was blatantly obvious. "I didn't think you'd ever join this graveyard."

The rows of graves behind Oyakata-sama's seemed endless, really. Day after day they used to get bigger and bigger as Demon Slayers fell. It was somehow comforting to Muichiro that no-one would ever have to join said rows ever again.

"You know, lotuses also symbolise rebirth. That's why I brought you one."

With delicacy so obviously mimicing that which they had once displayed towards him, he laid the flower on their grave, careful not to disturb the dirt too much.

"I'm sure we'll meet again, but for now... goodbye, [Name]."

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot! for clarity's sake, the line "The 'mu' in Muichiro is the 'mu' in 'mugen'" is a reference to what muichiro's brother said before he died.

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the-name-is-z · 12 days ago

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SKELETONS | ch. 79

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Summary: The run turns out to be a little more than Denise thought she could handle. Daryl and Iris run into some ghosts. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; GORE; DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT; discussion of walkers and their scent and sounds; vomiting; heavy insinuation of a murdered child; insinuated panic/psychosis; maggots and decomposition; grief; high risk low reward; murder; discussion of eye-related injuries; canon character death; abduction; hostages; discussion of previous disfigurement; threats; extortion; mourning; moral discussion

Chapter 79 - Unfinished

It did take them twice as long by taking the road, but they made it to the crossing. Daryl glanced to Iris as if to express that he’d proven something, but at the sight of her soft expression he backed down. Instead, he sighed softly and slipped his hand into hers as they walked.

The apothecary was just up ahead in a strip mall, and Daryl let go of Iris’ hand to knock on the windows, checking for walkers. There were plenty of bloody hands on the outside, but no sounds came from within.

“Alright. Me and her are gonna do this, alright?” He told Denise, who nodded simply. He grabbed a crowbar from inside of his backpack, prying the doors open with a loud crack. They moved in quickly, scoping the place out while Denise followed behind. She gagged loudly, the sound wet and unwelcome. Iris tried to feel sympathy, but she’d gotten used to the smell of rotting flesh long ago. “We gonna find out what you had for breakfast?” Daryl asked.

“Oatmeal.” Denise said, sniffling as she gathered herself. “Just so you know.”

Iris moved deeper into the place. It looked like a kitschy old gift shop, racks full of prescription glasses and magnets and buckets of rocks kids could put into little bags. Glass display cases held crystal decanters, trays and bowls, most of which were empty. Fake flowers, crucifixes, photos of children pinned to the wall. And at the back, a metal rolling gate, protecting the pharmacy.

“‘X’ marks the spot.” Iris mused. Daryl came up behind her, shoving the crowbar in between the lock and the countertop. He wrestled with it a bit, the metal squeaking under the pressure.

“Do you want me to hold your bags? Or…” Denise offered sincerely, her voice trailing off. She turned to a rack of keychains instead. Daryl got the gate open with another loud crack, rolling it up to reveal stacks and stacks of vitamins and medications. “If you set them on the counter, I can tell you which.”

“Nah.” Daryl sniffed as he vaulted himself over the counter. “We’re gonna take it all.”

“Are you sure? Because—“

“It’s fine.” Iris assured, hopping over the counter herself. She opened her bag and reached for a shelf before a thud sounded in the background. They all went still, hearing another weak thud. “It’s just one.”

“Sounds like its stuck.” Daryl warned as she moved to go check. She followed the shelves, looking for a door to an office or something that would indicate a trapped walker. She found one trapped under a fallen shelf toward the back, quickly putting an end to the thumping. Daryl nodded as he peered over her shoulder.

A loud crash sounded out front, the two of them racing to the counter, only to see Denise stepping back from a shelf she had knocked into, sending glass and crystal to the ground.

“What the hell was that?” Iris asked, frowning. Denise was panting, her face ashen.

“Nothing.” She whispered. Glancing around, Iris noted the open door to her right, an office hiding behind it. Daryl grumbled something and moved back to the shelves of pharmaceuticals, sweeping them into his backpack.

Iris looked into the office, her flashlight falling on an empty playpen for a small child and a walker barely writhing on the ground. Clearly it had been there since the beginning, there wasn’t much flesh left to walk around with. Nevermind the obvious cast on its leg. Above the walker was a message in red crayon scrawled across the wall, reading HUSH HUSH HUSH over and over again.

Iris pursed her lips and turned to leave when she saw a very small foot sticking out of the sink filled with water, blood, maggots and the like. The sight made her stomach turn, and she left the room quickly. So that was what had Denise so startled.

Daryl tossed her a full backpack across the counter, exchanging it for an empty one as he continued with the drugs. Iris briefly placed a hand on Denise’s shoulder, trying to offer a small bit of comfort after the grisly sight. Denise shrugged out of her touch, storming outside to wait for them in the sunlight. After being inside all this time, Denise wouldn’t be used to the gruesome world they perused every day. She forgot that sometimes.

When Iris and Daryl had finished clearing the shelves, they hauled their backpacks on and made for the door. Denise’s face was turned away as they emerged, trying to hide her soft sniffling. Iris glanced back at Daryl, who tried his best to look empathetic. He too had seen the office, needing to see what had shaken Denise so badly.

“Hey.” He grunted. Denise looked up at him, expecting a snarky comment or an insult. “You did good finding this place.” She nodded, pulling herself to her feet with soft sniffles. Iris could have said that they both warned her, but they knew it would do her no good.

“So was he older or younger?” Daryl asked, motioning to the keychain gripped tightly in Denise’s hand. It read Dennis, and for a moment Iris wondered if their parents lacked creativity.

“Older.” Denise replied quietly as they walked. “By six minutes. My parents came up with the Dennis-Denise thing on one of their benders. Hilarious, right?” There was a long pause. “Nothing scared him. He was brave. He was angry, too. Kind of a dangerous combination.”

“Sounds like we had the same brother.” Daryl murmured. Denise glanced over at him. It had been a while since Merle was mentioned. Iris recalled that most Alexandrians knew so little, almost nothing about any of them.

They came upon the railroad crossing again, Daryl straying from the road as he walked toward the tracks.

“Hey.” Iris called.

“This way is faster, right?” He said, looking to Denise. Iris said nothing as they followed, but her lips curved upward. The sun was almost starting to set, still beating down with the afternoon heat. The fall breeze made it bearable, as did the rhythmic sound of Daryl’s footsteps alongside hers on the gravel.

“There’s a cooler inside!” Denise yelled from behind them. They turned back, seeing Denise stopped near an abandoned car, a walker inside clawing at the window.

“We got what we came for.” Iris called back.

“Ain’t worth the trouble,” Daryl added, “Come on.” They both turned back, but Iris had a feeling. A small grunt or cry sounded from behind them, and they turned to see Denise wrestling with the walker on top of her, the cooler tumbled to the ground. They ran toward her, hearing Denise cursing under her breath as she pinned the walker beneath her. Daryl came forward with his knife ready, but Denise held out a hand before quickly shoving the walker back down.

“No! Don’t.” She called. She pulled out her own knife, struggling for a moment before plunging it downward. Iris sighed as Denise panted, looking up at them. She put her knife back in it’s holster, turning to face them. She stared defiantly before doubling over, emptying the oatmeal from her stomach. “Ah, man.” She groaned. “I threw up on my glasses.”

Iris snickered at the unimpressed expression on Daryl’s face, shaking her head. Denise knelt down to the cooler, pulling out a pack of six cans and whistling.

“Hot damn.” She stated. That was the trigger.

“What the hell was that?” Daryl cried, exasperated beyond belief. Denise held one can of orange soda in her hand, smiling to herself. “You could have died right there, you know that?”

“Yeah, I do.” Denise panted.

“Are you hearing me?” Daryl said, raising his voice as if scolding a child. Iris had to turn away to prevent herself from laughing.

“Who gives a shit?” Denise yelled back. “You could have died killing those Saviours, both of you, but you didn’t. You want to live, you take chances, that’s how it works! That’s what I did.”

“For a couple of damn sodas?” Daryl growled.

“Nope.” Denise snapped in reply, dropping the five remaining cans and gripping the orange one. “Just this one.” She waved it in his face before slipping it into her bag, trudging back toward the train tracks. Iris watched her go with raised eyebrows. She was almost impressed. She glanced to Daryl, looking at him expectantly.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Daryl grumbled. She rolled her eyes, looking back to Denise as they followed her.

“Denise—“

“No!” She yelled back, spinning on her heel. “Do you have any clue what that was to me? What this whole thing is to me? See, I have training in this shit. I’m not making it up as I go along like the stitches and the surgery and the…” She trailed off, clearing her throat before turning to Daryl. “I asked you to come with me because you’re brave like my brother and sometimes you actually make me feel safe.” She turned to Iris.

“And I wanted you here because you are alone, but you are stronger than anyone I’ve ever met, which gives me hope that maybe I can be, too. I could’ve gone with Tara, I could have told her I loved her, but I didn’t because I was afraid. That’s what’s stupid. Not coming out here, not facing my shit, and it makes me sick that you guys aren’t even trying because you’re strong and you’re smart and you’re both really good people and if you don’t wake up and face your—“

Denise didn’t get to finish her speech. A crossbow bolt whistled through the air as it found its target, going through the back of her skull straight through the pupil of her eye. Iris gasped out loud, staggering back as Daryl cocked his gun. They had both been so enraptured in her words that they hadn’t noticed the shadows in the tree line.

Daryl barely had time to catch her body before it fell to the ground. Both guns were cocked and pointing to the men who emerged onto the train tracks. There were easily a dozen of them, maybe two. Every weapon was trained on them, including a crossbow Daryl had written off as gone.

“You drop ‘em now!” A voice yelled. Iris’ ears were ringing, her hands shaking on the trigger.

The man who came forward was lanky, with not much muscle to carry the crossbow. He had greasy long blond hair and a wild look in his eyes as he shoved a disheveled Eugene down onto his knees in front of them. A gnarled burn scar covered the entire left half of his face, from his hairline to his chin. Iris lowered her gun beside Daryl, who seemed to recognize this man. He had stolen his bike, his crossbow, his trust.

“Well, hell.” He murmured. Daryl was breathing heavily, trying to reign in his rage. “You got something to say to me?” The man taunted. “You gonna clear the air? Step up on that high horse? No… you don’t talk much.” He jerked his chin, two men coming forward to take their guns, check their pockets. As usual, Iris had too many knives to find. She gave the man searching her a lethal look as he raised an eyebrow. She pulled one small knife from her bra and handed it to him as a show of good faith. The man talking held up the crossbow, smiling half-heartedly. “Still getting the hang of her. Kicks like a bitch, but, uh—”

“I should’ve done it.” Daryl hissed.

“Oh, what’s that?” The man asked. “Seriously, I didn’t catch what you said.”

“I should have killed you.” Daryl repeated, louder.

“Yeah, you probably should have.” He agreed. “So here we are. Kind of begs the question, right? Who brought this on who? I mean, I get that you’ll just have to take my word for this, but, uh, she wasn’t even the one I was aiming for. Like I said. Kicks like a bitch. It’s nothing personal. Look, this isn’t how we like to start new business arrangements, but you pricks kind of set the tone, didn't you?”

“What do you want?” Iris asked lowly.

“I’m sorry, darlin’, I didn’t catch your name. I’m D. Or Dwight, you can call me either. So? What’s your name?”

“Iris. What do you want?” She repeated.

“Well, Iris, it’s not what I want. It’s what you and Daryl are going to do. You’re gonna let us into your little complex. It looks like it’s just beautiful in there. And then you’re gonna let us take whatever and whoever we want. Or we blow Eugene’s brains out, and then yours, and then his. I hope it doesn’t come to that, really. Nobody else has to die. We just try and start with one. You know… maximum impact to get out point across. So what’s it gonna be? You tell me.”

“You wanna kill someone,” Eugene stammered. “You start with our companion hiding over there behind the oil barrels. He’s a first-class a-hole and deserves it so much more than us three.” They all turned to look at the oil barrels, Iris clenching her jaw.

“Go check it out.” Dwight ordered, pulling out a pistol. One man with a shotgun moved over to the oil barrels, and as everyone’s attention was caught, Eugene shifted, using his teeth to bite down hard on Dwight’s crotch. Abraham, from inside the trees rather than behind the oil barrels, unloaded his clips on the Saviours.

Daryl and Iris whipped out the knives they’d successfully hidden, making quick work of the Saviours nearest them, throats slit and leaking dark red blood across the gravel. They grabbed the Saviours’ guns and ducked behind a car for cover, gunshots exchanged between both groups as walkers started to swarm the area.

“Fall back! Fall back!” Dwight screamed as he clutched at his groin and scrambled into the tree line. Luckily, he dropped Daryl’s crossbow, and soon enough it was back in the arms of its rightful owner. Daryl made to go after them as the Saviours retreated, but Iris grabbed his arm with wide eyes.

“Don’t.” She pleaded. She couldn’t comprehend a loss like the one she’d face if something happened to him. They needed more than ever to regroup at Alexandria and prepare for an all-out war. Her gaze fell to Denise’s body on the ground, her mouth open in shock and her eye wide in fear.

They stayed quiet as Daryl and Abraham hauled Eugene up, who somehow got injured in the crossfire, Iris grabbing his legs to begin the long process of returning to Alexandria. There would be no one to patch his wounds.

Iris and Daryl stood over his bed as Eugene stirred, Abraham and Rosita walking in.

“Rick’s coming. How is he?” Abraham asked.

“Just a graze, but it’s good we got him back when we did.” Iris replied. Her voice was meek, heart was still pounding at the thought of what could have happened. Daryl was at her back, his arm looped around her waist just for the contact. She leaned into his touch, knowing if it weren’t for the ‘kick back’ it might have been one of them. “We brought back some antibiotics that could save him from infection.” Eugene started to cough, his eyes fluttering open.

“You here?” Rosita asked.

“Present.” He replied with a groan.

“Good.” Abraham grunted.

“I was not trying to kill you. I was looking for a moment.”

“You found it.”

“Do you apologize for questioning my skills?”

“I apologize for questioning your skills. You know how to bite a dick, Eugene. I mean that with the utmost of respect. Welcome to stage two.”

“Don't need to welcome me. I’ve been here a while.”

“Jesus Christ.” Iris muttered, Daryl urging her toward the window. She buried her face in his shoulder, relishing how his arm tightened at her waist.

Iris and Daryl went back for Denise. Daryl was taking it hard, and downed one of the tiny liquor bottles as they shovelled the dirt over her grave.

Should’ve killed them. His voice echoed in her mind. Her hands tightened on the handle of the shovel, trembling with something between rage and horror.

“You were right.” Iris whispered. Daryl paused, barely nodding before going back to the dirt.

They returned to their house that night to a note from Carol, who disappeared, leaving only a note behind. Iris’ hands continued to tremble as she read it, Daryl steadying her arm with his own as he read over her shoulder. He stiffened, the note slipping from his fingers and fluttering to the ground. His next inhale shook with emotion, burying his face between Iris’ shoulder blades.

I wish it didn’t have to end, not this way. It was never my intention to hurt you, but it’s how it has to be.

We have so much here. People, food, medicine, walls. Everything we need to live. But what we have, other people want too, and that will never change. If we survive this threat another one will take over to take its place, to take what we have. I love you all here, I do. And I’d have to kill for you. And I can’t. I won’t.

Rick sent me away and I wasn’t ever going to come back, but everything happened and I wound up staying. But I can’t anymore. I can’t love anyone because I can’t kill for anyone. So I’m going, like I always should have. Don't come after me, please.

The sense of loss never stopped. Iris spent that night crying into her pillow, Daryl doing his best to soothe her with gentle strokes down her back. He shed a few tears too, savouring Iris clutching his arm until the blackness of sleep overtook them both.

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rainbow-journalist · 1 month ago

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Hey, do you like horror art, blood, gore in general? Aus based on horror movies?

Tw: topic about bloody arts, in case anyone here doesn't like reading about it.

Also spoilers from Rain Code, Pink blood, Body with bandages, Light Body Horror

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Oh, I like, my first exposure to violent art was when I was younger, and I was obsessed with My Little Pony. Hah, great start huh? I always loved watching those videos of speedpaint, The artists made the drawings from scratch, with awesome background music, and in the end, they made a bloody work of art. The last gore art I saw from these videos left me completely shocked at how the artist put so many almost realistic details into it. I've tried making violent art before when I was in the Five Nights at Freddy's fandom....But, my style is a bit too cute (?) for me to be able to make anything violent enough.

Now about Horror Aus, I also like it, I've been thinking about "what if" scenarios or bad endings that could have a hint of violence in it.

I was wondering, what if Makoto was a failed experiment? Could he kill all the scientists at the government research facility and be a danger to society? The scientist guy in this art would probably be killed in a very violent way.

I was looking at this insane sprite of his a few days ago and I was thinking, "Man, what did the Unified Government do to him to get him to this point? What happened to him in these 3 years ?" I was also wondering what would happen to him if he had actually killed Yuma in the mystery labyrinth in chapter 5, Would he continue with the lies? How far would he go on with his wrong doings? I think it would be a terrible ending. About an alternate timeline where he would have been an experiment failure.....

I was thinking some vibes of Sadako from Ringu movies....Long hair covering his face, while wearing a worn-out dirty robe. And what is this in his hands? Oil, or rotten blood?

Well, I'd probably make it clear that he wouldn't be a zombie. (Although the AU of Makoto being a zombified, defective homunculus is cool and sad.), He might or might not, eats human flesh, can walk in the sun, a perfect weapon gone wrong from the UG. You guys could make your theories about what could have gone wrong for him. Also, I'm aware that he might look like a walking corpse here. 0 - 0

I was also thinking about making him like a ghost from Japanese folklore who would chase Yuma, but then I thought: "Nah, him continuing to be an immortal homunculus but a failure is worse."

I was also wanting to make his body with bandages, and wow, he looks terrible here. Maybe I'll do more violent art of him in the future? Since I've been getting some inspiration lately, like:

Fanfics of the artists here that address his traumatic past

Sadako Yamamura (Ringu/movies)

Sachiko Shinozaki (Corpse party/game)

Kaede ( Elfen Lied /Anime)

Ellen (The Witch's House/game)

Bloody Arts

Zombie and Lab AUs

You know, sometimes I think horror Aus can be more sad than scary. Also, I'm still practicing some things from my drawings, like blood, yet.

I think Makoto himself, and his other versions would feel uncomfortable around this failed version, And maybe this version would try to kill him because he was the perfect and the original? Imagine a bloody fight between two immortal creatures.

I think something like that could happen. This version of him might act on primitive instincts.

Putting a mask on your "twin's" face, because the other doesn't like to see his own face, and it's always covered by hair or a dark shadow. So a mask is better, huh? I liked knowing that he created these masks himself.

If you're curious about what his face looks like, through all that hair of his that ended up growing too much from the gap, this is the result:

An empty, tired, expressionless look, and also a sense of being erased and ghostly. Sometimes he seems to be staring into space, he must know very well what is happening to him. And I know, his hair growing out too much during the failure gives off a vibe of Izuru Kamukura.

I decided to keep his cute little face even in this version, sometimes his little face might be deformed or covered in blood. Also the contrast of fragile and vulnerable to a bloody scenario is interesting.

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miraculouslbcnreactions · 2 days ago

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Good day!

On the topic of using Zoé in a Chloé-redeeming story: I believe there's a way.

It's merging Zoé's character with Lila.

Zoé is introduced early on, but appears to be just as in canon: as a near-perfect, shy, taleted actor who tries to fit in her sister's school. Chloé is faced with the fact that everyone likes her sister more. Chloé's schemes start falling apart far too often due to Zoé's constant "accidental" interventions. And of course, Zoé is always ready to extend a helping hand to guide Chloé on the right track.

Even though she may sometimes feel a little bit too patronizing.

Even though Zoé is sometimes too good of a liar and we here dark stories of her past — but that's the past! She tried to fit in, to protect herself from bullies, she's turned over a new leaf!

Even though the class now bends over backwards to help Zoé with the littlest things, as she promises to introduce them to her Hollywood acquaintances (she does have these connections... usually. She doesn't hurry with any introductions, though).

Then, when Chloé's redeemed, and Hawk Moth cornered... Backstab!

A skilled liar has gotten on Ladybug's team and in the Agreste mansion at the same time — and now she's chosen her side.

Pros: "Two wrongs make a right" — two faulty characters combined make a more well-rounded one. Zoé's acting background makes Lila's super-lying make more sense, Lila's facade explains Zoé's too-good-to-be-true vibe. Also, since we don't say "this is a liar villain!" outright, she has time to build up her schemes.

Cons: doesn't work in an episodic narrative. At all. And does this really count as "using Zoé's character" if it requires merging her with a different one?

Have a nice day!

(Post this ask was in response to)

I like this idea, but you already pointed out the biggest problem:

Does this really count as "using Zoé's character" if it requires merging her with a different one?

Like I said in the original post, there are a lot of ways to make Zoé interesting, but they all require major changes to her character and I consider that failing the assignment. It's not that ideas like yours are bad! As I said above, I actually like this a lot! Lila desperately needs a stronger tie to the main cast. Having her be related to Chloé would have been great way to do that and would have even mitigated some of the issues with the Chloé and Lila team up plot! No reason to do the Derision retcon if Chloé has a non-Marinette-based reason to team up with Lila. It even has the potential to be more in line with how Chloé was played in season three where she was far less willing of a pawn than she would end up being in season five.

However, I don't think Zoé fans would be thrilled by this change and, generally speaking, that's who I'm trying to please when I propose general changes to a character. I'll get more out there for specific scenarios, but for posts like the linked one? Here what I do: I analyze canon to try to figure out what the character's core roles, relationships, and traits seem to be. The things that truly define this character and draw fans to them. Then think about how I could keep those things completely - or at least mostly - intact while making changes to better develop and flesh out the character.

As an example, I feel comfortable making major changes to Lila so long as she's still a manipulator and a villain since those are her core character elements. They're a strong basis to work with, but far from a complete character, making her a great choice for a myriad of fixes. Lila really can be almost anyone, which is rather fitting.

Adrien, on the other hand, is reasonably well developed making it hard to do any major changes to him. Luckily, he doesn't need any. Most of my fixes for him focus on cleaning up his backstory and giving him actual character arcs once the main story starts.

When I look at Zoé and try to find her core elements, I'm stumped. I can't figure out anything unique about her outside of her role as a nicer replacement Chloé. That's not a solid role to build the character around since it only comes into play in super specific moments like getting Marinette into the Diamond Dance or having the mayor let the kids use the Eiffel Tower for the school dance. Outside of that, Zoé's just another generic nice person that blends into the crowd. Her hobbies aren't even unique! Adrien and Mylène were established as actors all the way back in season one and this isn't a show about an acting troupe, so why do we need a third actor on the team?

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cronchyy2 · 1 year ago

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I think it's about time I posted him before I forget forever.

Dr. Otis Octavius, "Doctor Octopus"

He's fun to draw..

(Hella lore under the cut.. be warned, I type a LOT)

In the AU, he's one of the more "drawn out" villains, like Dr. Ohnn. His arc develops mostly in the background. If I were to turn the AU into a fan-comic, I'd have moments where it'd cut to him. 👀

Anyhow, the lore is that he started off as one of the many people chosen by a foe named Black Velvet (Dr. Archer Blakeley) to catch the Pseudo-Spider, so he could rid any sort of "traces" of the whole "radioactive spider" incident. Otis goes against it at first, but he eventually gets the idea of studying the Spider himself instead. After weeks of being vigilant, he's saved by Percy Parker from a car accident. Out of gratitude, the scientist takes Parker out for dessert the same afternoon.

After a somewhat sour conversation over sweet delicacies, he manages to find out that Percy was, indeed, bit by one of the two radioactive spiders that escaped Blakeley's grasp. However, he doesn't know he's the Pseudo-Spider.

This doesn't stop him from chasing him around the city the next day with his few months old mechanical arms. Since they're still in the process of being touched-up, the chase doesn't last so long. That and because the Pseudo-Spider deals with him before any sort of damage is done.*

(*Note, this is when Percy comes up with the name 'Doc Octopus' for him,,)

A month passes, and it seems like Otis has finally gotten along with Percy after clearing his own name, telling the youth that his actions were (mostly) from his own motivation, and that he should've just cut off Dr. Blakeley.

Then, one night, while Otis is dabbling in his little job with reactors, the Pseudo-Spider disrupts him while taking on an unknown villain.

To shorten things, the fight causes PS to bump into something and mess up the entire experiment. After the chaos that is Otis trying to get everyone out of the building and him staying behind in attempt to fix the situation, it all ends in a bright and seemingly powerful explosion.

Fortunately, all of Octavius' labmates escaped unscathed, but the head scientist himself vanished without a trace. This is enough info to convince Percy that he, the Pseudo-Spider, just killed a man. And that info haunts him for a good while.

It's been less-than-a-few months since the explosion now, and Percy has somewhat managed to get over Otis' death, and tried to resume his two lives. The thought still gives him shivers time-to-time.

That is, one night, the Spider finally confronts five of his greatest foes one more time, back to back. After a while, he meets their leader. The thought-to-be deceased Otis Octavius, in the flesh, standing before him like a ghost caught in the exact moment of their death.

The now not-so-good doctor reveals that he's been actively conjuring a (master) plan to get revenge on PS, thinking that he was, indeed, his murderer. Ock also reveals that he was saved from the blast by his own robo-arms, and they took him to a safe place while he was out cold. His influence for getting rid of PS mostly comes from them.

And that's all I have for his main arc. Told you it was a mouthful

There's more, but it's mostly side plot shenanigans

Edit: I lied. I forgot to talk about his personality shift during his arc. Basically he starts off as this grumpy, strange, almost-old man who has a soft spot for a select few people he cares about (biggest example being this universe's Harry Osborn, who's constantly under stress as the heir of Oscorp. Not to mention his long dead father. Otis kinda acts as a dad or cool uncle to Harr, constantly checking to see if he's alright and even taking on some of his work for him sometimes.) After the incident, the drive of getting revenge on the Pseudo-Spider REALLY starts to show. Especially on his face. Sometimes he subconciously breaks out these sinister-ass grins when he thinks about his plan (THE PIPELINE,,)

anyhow, heres this goofy drawing of him because i wanted to see how the arms would work with his coat's belt (yes, that bothered me for a bit)

#and now the tags #oughhhdhdh #marvel #spider man #spider man au #doctor octopus #doc ock #doctor octavius #dr otto octavius #otto octavius #technically i guess but #anyway i hope thats enough tags #also one more thing #his hairs slicked back #of course when i draw it it doesnt look that way #just wanted to say

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Here’s a big old infodump on Mari Matilla an AW 2 oc who's little plot and background I kept on adding to for the last month or so till it spiralled into a fully fleshed character-

I briefly mentioned Samy and Mari’s dynamic in this post so this is more focused on Mari as the remaining Matilla sister.

Warning its a long post I've tried to section out but I thought i better post it now or i never will so oops here we go ALSO spoilers for the entirety of AW2 just to cover my bases

Tldr basic info-

Name: Mari Matilla

Nickname/mean rumour name: ‘Mary Shell-y'

(Anglicised her name to Mary if people mispronounce it enough)

Close Relatives:

[Deceased] twin Sister Sam Matilla.

Estranged Mother Francesca Matilla. [Alive]

Stepfather Micheal Matilla. [Annoyingly Alive]

Name: Samy matilla

Nickname: ‘samwich’ a highschool nickname that Samy tried to spread herself that Mari will not let her live down.

Close Relatives: (same as above but was secretly still in contact with their mother Fran)

Died : 2022 spring swimming in cauldron lake.

The duo moved to bright falls in Spring 2019.

Works at the summer general store before the lake is closed off to the public.

Samy Drowns and she moves into the general store basement in 2022. (Year before the nightingale murder and the events of AW2).

Additional oc Outside the Matilla family:-

Name: Satu Barkley

Nickname: Sparky

Works for Biltmore’s Logging camps, mostly delivers the logs but won't skip the opportunity to do some log splitting. Her Hobbies vary from wood carving to hiking and darts. She met and ended up dating Mari after getting set up on a blind date with her via their shared friend Rose Marigold.

Family:-

Recently Mari Lost their twin sister Samy Matilla violently to ‘the cult of the tree’.

Her ‘murder’ happened a year before Saga and Casey arrived to investigate Nightingales murder.

This death in the family leaves her alone in Watery with only the company of their senior dog Charlie, a greying jack Russel with a laziness problem.

Mari makes do with the little family she has left (literally little Charlie is tiny even for his breed she jokes he's shrunk as he's got older)- not having many relatives nearby as a support system considering she ran to bright falls after cutting contact with everyone but her sister in 2019.

Before her Grimm passing the twins had very little other family than distant (both physically and emotionally) aunts and uncles as well as having a mother and stepfather they'd cut contact with for good reason.

The ’murder‘

The grizzly ritualistic murder of Miss Matilla and Mari’s trauma from discovering the gruesome aftermath (only being drawn outside by Charlie howling at the cultists outside) has led to her becoming an elective Mute when encountering about 90% of the town.

Because of the cult's anonymity Mari lacks any kind of mutual trust in the majority of the town growing paranoid that anyone could be a cult member after her too to finish off the whole family.

This paranoia in turn led the non cult members of the town to be suspicious of her being that she somehow didn't hear the murder happening right outside her home at the time (staying for the summer in the general store by the lake).

All they'd heard was that her sister had been murdered right on her doorstep and she'd just slept through the ordeal only waking when it was too late.

The truth being that Mari had been up the last two nights looking for her sister who'd set out to go swimming in the lake despite her protests that those waters were not safe.

See She'd been too swept up on scouring every inch of the woods after finding Sam's bag, shoes and phone sat on the edge of the lake just abandoned that she hadn't called her in missing in town (not daring to leave the woods) . And even after spending the full day searching she didn't trust the police to come looking for her either.

This lack of sleep from searching day and night meant she had passed out on day 3 and slept through the cults ‘murder’ ritual never knowing that her sister was long dead before the cult began attempting to carved her heart out (Samy having been drawn into and drowning in the lake while trying to disprove her sisters worries about her. Samy following a ‘figure’ into the waves).

The town also was not aware that at that time the three of them (Samy, Mari and Charlie) slept in the basement of the old general store, meaning even if Mari had been awake she wouldn't have heard a thing anyways. (This doesn't stop her blaming herself though).

They also didn't know that Mari had stirred that night at the sound of the howling and barking making it out of the general store door rifle in hand a moment too late only seeing deer masked figures fleeing into the woods and the telltale pattern of her sister's dress covering a bloodied and water trodden body splayed out on the picnic bench. She'd rush out not realising she was screaming already and try to shake her sister awake to no avail.

Seeing a body

something there ,

not her sister

not anymore.

The sun would rise by the time she called into the sheriff's office. Hand still wrapped around her sisters, hair wiped off her bloodied face with loving care and blanket pulled over her so she wouldn't get cold.

They'd come within the hour and cordon off the area.

She'd only let go of her sister’s now Ice cold hand when another would grab hers leading her off to the car park in silence.

Mari had been taken to the police station to fill out all the reports and witness forms not really saying a word just in shock. They'd ask if anyone could come collect her and when they received a shake no offer a lift back up to the store to get her things.

Later on she'd be silent still as she begrudgingly brewed coffees for the sheriff and deputies up at the general store while they took the body and photographed the crime scene.

They'd comment on how the heart had been half carved out sliced open shoddily but not removed properly like the other victims and that the noise of the dog howling and the lights of the store turning on must have put off the ‘killers’ assuming someone nearby was watching them (at least that's their running theory).

Aftermath-

Mari gets very intense surrounding the investigation into Samy’s death. She finds out from her autopsy some key facts that don't add up -

Samy's lungs were filled with lake water - logically yes she drowned in the lake so how did she walk up back to the general store where she got murdered.

Her mottled skin and appearance applies more to a body that's been in the water for weeks not mere days at most.

The cult still seemed to have tied down Samy’s body but the marks on the body would coincide with her being alive at the time of the ‘murder’ and pulling against said restraints.

In Mari’s mind she can only comprehend two ideas-

Either one : Samy almost drowned in the lake barely surviving and after being lost in the woods for two days finally struggled back home to the general store getting picked off like a wounded animal .

Or worse, the cult tortured her by waterboarding her in the lake only to grow ‘ bored ’and kill her up by the general store as a threat.

In either of these options one thing remains - guilt Mari feels such a deep gnawing guilt at not running after her sister after Their fight at not checking up on her sooner knowing the lake had a history of drownings.

It had to be her fault , hers and the cults.

The police (well really just the Sheriff since he's the only one who can relate to Mary having hallucinations having his own about shapes in the night) considered making a recommendation to go to the cauldron lake clinic after some pretty horrendous ptsd episodes and bouts of insomnia began occurring more frequently to Mari leading up to deer fest.

These recommendations definitely did not arise because she accidentally punched a newbie cop in the face who mistakenly jumped out at her from a dark corner with a deer fest mask on while trying to prank their coworker).

These episodes are all being triggered by the surrounding deer imagery of all things. Why'd the cult have to pick the town's mascot of all things, why not a wolf or something scary?.

Mari denies the help initially. Partially on lack of trust and partially because in her own words-

‘Im not fucking crazy Breaker alright! I just get spooked by y’all running up on me all the time with this stupid deer fest shit it's every day and it's it's everywhere in town already the festival’s not for another month and a half alright! Why? why are they rushing?’

It takes one pretty rough breakdown and waking up in an open holding cell on a Sunday morning with no recollection of the *last ten hours for her to finally realise yeah getting help might be the best thing for her sanity and safety right now. That or moving out of town forever and that's not an option in her mind.

*Those missing ten hours consisting of her actually getting the courage to shoot at a cult member missing by an inch, fleeing badly on foot , getting caught , kicking screaming and exchanging punches, just to then in a fit of rage screaming at them to go ahead kill her like her sister only to get *bonk* knocked out cause a taken was approaching and they didn't have time to explain to her what actually happened with her sister. A cult member dropping her off at the station steps as a ‘drunk and disorderly’, their fellow cult members in the police station getting her inside and checked over.

Satu the lumberjack picks her up from the station in the morning with coffee , an ice pack for that possibly broken nose and therapy enrollment forms alike in hand.

These outbursts lead to her becoming even more of a social pariah, seemingly an outsider against small town customs .

But In Spite of said episodes she still aims to be polite when she does choose to speak to the townsfolk.

She always pays promptly and tips well in the dinner;

she'll smile back at the townsfolk as she walks by when taking Charlie to the town park to chase pigeons.

When she stocks up She nods along with cashiers gossip trying to remember who's who and waits while they give Charlie all the fuss his old little face can handle. (Which is surprisingly a lot , he loves all the attention).

Most of all when she heads back to the woods she's never late for work.

Not that she could be late considering she works alone as pest control and wildlife management in the acres surrounding the lake.

She only visits town to stock up on supplies every month or so and since Rose in the Dinner is about the only person she’ll hold a full length conversation with in town , her social skills have been lacking as of late. (Not that she has great ones to begin with)

She thinks Rose is ‘weird’ (heavy quotes weird) like she is , changed by all the weirdness in this town.

She’d never admit it but she feels Like something is following rose around too, a darkness that dims the usual sparkle in her eyes sometimes or a daydream on the air she gets lost in.

Not that she'd admit to spending way too much time staring into Roses' silvery eyes though.

But she knows Mr Wake writer extraordinaire is Rose’s ~ one true love~ and she's only a pinch jealous . Though she does love to hear her excited reviews and ratings of - ’the best Casey novel in her opinion , or are we talking about most engaging ?or ooh! the one that the critics like the most? cause that's a controversial pick in my opinion~’.

(Oh and Mari totally didn't get accidently spoiled by Rose about Casey dying in the last book when she’d just decided to start reading them.)

After her sort of one way crush faded a bit and Rose and her became more besties , Rose tried and succeeded to set her up on a blind date with a local lumber worker who Mari had met in the past delivering logs up to the general store - Satu Barkley.

A broad shouldered gentle giant of a lady who Mari sees as way out of her league but who seems to be pine-ing (pun fully intended) just as much as her.

They bond over a shared love of woodwork with Satu carving a little wooden raven to go on Samy's grave and a little wooden wolf for Mari to wear as a necklace Mari immediately swooning.

Satu becoming the second person she feels safe enough around to talk to freely when she comes to visit the lake and deliver logs.

Work-

Work has been weird too lately.

She used to work in the bustling old general store with their sister before the whole park got shut down.

It was a dream I mean sure the summer rush was always hard to stay on top of but the work kept her mind occupied and sharp , it was a challenge and made the quiet evenings afterwards so much more rewarding.

Worth the struggle just to get to see the sunsets and hear the full array of seasonal birdsong , the cool breeze through the woods slightly chilling the skin.

Her sister always the overachiever would spend the summertime working by Maris side part time shopkeep but full time most days ‘idiot supervisor’ (her own words) or rather doctor and emergency first aider. (Spending the rest of the year working in the wellness centre)

Having worked in emergency medicine in a Vancouver hospital before moving to Bright falls to live with her ‘runaway’ sister, Samy knows her way around your miscellaneous woodland injuries handling the splinters to sprained ankles and the more grizzly injuries too with equal measures of care.

Those summer days in the store by her side the lake and the woods felt even

brighter,

warmer,

kinder than usual.

The woods used to be alive with a beating heart of campers and birdwatchers, the odd ‘guided adventure tour’ by the Koskela Brothers too travelling down the trails like veins through the woods.

Now they're just too quiet.

The only harsh sound being the consistent clanging and buzz of the monitoring station in the hill a crude noise cutting through the bird song in the morning

Moving on-wards-

When the general store got shut down the two of them had moved back into an old cabin their aunt owned that they'd inherited after she passed in 2019 , (this inheritance prompted Mari cutting contact and moving).

The cabins Situated just outside the town's borders up in Watery, but the two secretly keep the keys to visit the general store every summer and fish the lake.

Mari couldn’t bear going back to the cabin without her sister ; all her clothes laid out for work tomorrow , all the sticky notes reminders the plants in the window unwatered. That whole cabin just felt like an open unhealed wound .A living tomb dedicated to a woman who'd never step foot in it again.

She'd slept in her truck that night and sold the place to whoever would move in the quickest, this person ironically being Satu who was a little shocked to see Mari just up and leaving.

After she'd gathered all her sister's and her stuff on the back of the pickup truck she'd left for the woods.

And Once she'd found the old store keys and some solid padlocks she'd set out to bunker down in the basement of the abandoned general store. It was the warmest down there and had been least hit by the elements being some old bunker design from way back when the caldera in the lake was more of an active threat.

(Listen please okay , I sleep deprived Luc editing this backstory right now knows that there isn't a basement but I forgot that the first cult encounter happens in the general store and it's inferred they chill out in there too so we're shifting from the og idea of living in the general store to a second location , for story purposes she's hiding out in the fictional basement keeping Charlie entertained with a bunch of tennis balls and chew toys while the cults lurking above like a fox beneath the hunters, she's covered the hatch to the basement with moss and scrap wood it's all good alright… at least for now).

The store itself is broken down in patches, it's overgrown in others and the patches between those two variables aren't looking too good either.

But It's familiar , it's safe enough

If only it wasn't close to where it happened.

She keeps envisioning that day over and over , rushing out to Charlie's howling , seeing shadows scatter into every corner of the woods.

Seeing her.

Trying to perform CPR on someone , something long gone, a bloodied chest and empty eyes. Just a shadow of the bright bubbly sister she'd angrily yelled goodbye to a few days prior.

The blood on her hands grew as cold as the one she clasped.

It's always the same nightmare , the same moment until eventually it's just silent rest .

Maybe she hopes deep down by staying in that dingy building by letting it rot around her bit by bit.

By being in that right place at all times she can stop the cult using the woods for their murders and make them slip up somehow.

That she can be there when she wasn't before awake and watching.

It was a stupid and under-thought out plan but it's all she can think about now , the what ifs that might have saved her sister , that could save another soul eat her alive in the silence like rust through iron slow moving but persistent till the end.

She spends weeks out at night tracking , documenting and trying to hype herself up to take a shot at these cult members. Trying to detach herself from reality by hyping herself up going ‘deer hunting’ never quite having the bravery to pull the trigger once and for all. Hell when she finds an old Halloween mask- a wolf while clearing out boxes for memories she dons that imitating the very cult she's trying to catch out.

Her days, unlike her nights, are monotonously spent culling ‘ diseased ‘ wildlife for the weird company she's found herself working under. They say their pest control and testing wildlife so they can provide treatment and preserve the species in the woods. She doesn't ask questions , the pay is a little too good to be true but it's paid on time and she doesn't have to worry about being late.

This constant prowling of the woods A dedication to surrounding the lake is why she kicks herself when she returns from a monthly supply run to find the area cordoned off with a dead FBI agent there splayed out contorted just like her sister was.

Nicknames-

After a few days of near encounters with the cult she hangs tripwires at the front doors attached to chimes she makes from razor clamshells taken from the lake, the one on the front door additionally bearing the old door's entrance bell in its centre for extra volume.

Gossip, well more a cruel mythos started spreading of a ‘Mari shell-y’ a week after the Chimes went up.

The story goes that when two rangers came to check on the abandoned store after seeing smoke in the forest that they reached for the doors and were ambushed by tripwires of shells wrapping tightly around their arms, the chimes breaking in the process.

That ‘Mari the shell lady , the weirdo in the woods who lost their voice in the lake, had finally gone looney and is collecting shells to fight off the “witch's powers”’.

She persuaded the rangers that she was just lighting a fire to mask her scent, and that she was on the job- tracking some weird wolves in the woods with rabies , emphasising how rabid and uncontrollable these wolves were to the rangers, this task putting them at enough unease to leave promptly with a ‘-good luck with that’.

Interaction/encounter wise within AW2

(Disclaimer I wrote the majority of this stuff while watching a play through of aw2 and was only on the first few chapters of the game so there's some bits that are out of sync with the main plot)

Overarching plotline of Mari like most Bright Falls inhabitants is just a ‘so bad very bad day worst day of their life’ plot. She doesn't influence the progression of the main story and is more just another victim of the horror genre narrative demanding sacrifices barely surviving it's attacks on her ‘Until Dawn style’ (Emily from until dawn my beloved inspiration).

So Mari’s arc Aka ‘Mari will not die in spite of the world trying it's best to axe her’ (wink wink) begins with a nice calm start in the oh deer diner:

After Rose gives her ‘remember me? , weird your back cause…’ speech to Saga and she's gone through both conversation roots, Mari can lightheartedly bantering with Rose at the counter of the oh deer dinner about how-

M- ‘the animals in the park, well around the whole lake are acting weirder than usual lately like really off putting, more aggressive, almost rabid, think it's just the changing of the seasons getting to them?’

R- ‘must be that volcanic ash in the air their studying down there, you should mask up breathing all that dust in all day and night oh and get a little doggy sized mask for Charlie to wear you'd match’

M- ‘we would (she grins) , you worry about me too much though Rose’

R-‘well someone's got to , I mean just look at you’

M-‘hey!, I'll have you know this is my best shirt I ironed it and everything’

R- ‘oh really? So that's why you wear it every time you're in town hmm? S’got to be the fourth time I've seen it this year’

M- ‘you try living in the woods with a senior dog who's always needing carrying I'm sure all your clothes would be finely pressed and smell like daisies’

R- ‘daisies and roses. well, at least I know what to get you for your birthday’

M-’ a new shirt?’

R- ‘shush you'll ruin the surprise’

Mari doesn't really speak to Saga in the dinner but will nod when noticing her and smile genuinely (if a little anxiously) at her if approached before turning back to the counter and the paper sat on it before her. Giving Charlie scritches behind his old scruffy ears, who sits next to her on a pulled across diner chair.

General Store Basement introduction-

Saga and Casey can encounter and interact fully with Mari in a night-time/late evening cycle of exploring around cauldron lake anytime after the first overlap events/ first encounter with the cult occurs.

When returning to the murder site A trail of fresh blood not washed away by the rain can be found and observed leading from bushes nearby to the general store.

Meeting Shelley for the first time she'll be hunkered down in the deepest corner of the general store basement

To get in you'll need A key for the front door that can be found using the flashlight as its hiding spot on a small metal tin is marked by fluorescent paint.

Several shell tripwires can be inspected and disarmed outside the doors and windows, some of the windows are hammered shut shoddily with long nails sticking out of the frames.

Unlocking the front door and delving into the general store again , several objects are disrupted

- a table is shattered, legs strewn apart , several frames off the walls smashed on the ground and a cult mask sits on the floor brandishing some dog sized chew marks.

-Following the trail of blood leads further into the store and to the attached laundromat room where one washing machine has been pushed out of place revealing a hatch concealed below it.

Below the general store in its basement Mari is found on her last tether.

Being guarded by a quietly growling charlie (you know that sort of old dog rumbly growl they have?) And with A shotgun raised shakily she crouches in the farthest corner of the store wide eyed at the intrusion and visibly bleeding. Having been shot in the shoulder , rough gauze is wrapped haphazardly around the wounded area but She looks palpably pale and clammy.

The shotgun is leaning awkwardly against her stiff bracing shoulder twitching much to her dismay and Charlie the jack Russel sits tucked onto her lap.

Saga can de-escalate the situation by showing Mari her badge and introducing herself and Casey, commenting on recognising her from the dinner in town earlier and asking about her dog.

‘She's Charlie , She's harmless, really more talk than bite. Not that she could bite with her old teeth, give her one of these biscuits off the counter and she'll be your best friend’

A dog biscuit can be retrieved and given to Charlie who softens up at the approach.(And yes you can pet the dog)

When Mari finally calms down she'll crumble a little bit from the stress and alot-a bit from the general blood loss.

Saga can then ask her name and ask about the gunshot wound :

Asking about the name triggers her to recognise the last name Matilla as one of the previous victims of the cult commenting on the incident occurring around a year and a month ago and how the victim looked identical to her minus the haircut.

Mari winces at the comparison, combing a hand through her hair she clarifies Samy was, is , her twins sister and almost spitefully asks why they've turned up now of all times to look into the murders,she calms though saying it's atleast better late than never.

Asking about the bullet wound prompts Mari to comment on it not being as bad as it looks,

‘I was just bunkering down for the night getting Charlie her dinner when I got ambushed by this smokey figure? Like not smoking burning like an enveloping aura of sooty air must be the fucking volcanic ash shit from the lake’ , she quietly adds “I haven't been drinking I swear.’ when Casey's eyes fall on the array of cans on the table.

‘The shot though that went clean through and it's missed the brachial plexus see’ ,

holding up her hand she clenches and unclenches her fingers a few times it's weird though there's two of her fingers on this held up hand missing old wounds scarred over.

‘It all still works just hurts like a bitch , missed the subclavian artery too, still made a mess of my good shirt though and Im supposed to wear this to date night tonight :( ’. Mari is scarily calm for someone who's been shot.

Casey comments on the formal medical knowledge Mari seems to possess but rather lacking medical application of the gauze on her shoulder.

She divulges that her sister used to pop quiz her on the parts of the body, the challenge growing along with her growing up from bones to muscle systems to arteries and where they are a great way to pass time on long summer days.

All great fun at the time but in hindsight it would have been better in this case to have been taught how to bandage said body parts.

Casey has some medical training from a previous operational medicine program he gestures for her to approach so he can adjust the gauze and the two agree to answer some questions in exchange for them just double checking that shoulder wound and rewrapping it (concerned by how pale Mari looks).

While Casey's sorting out that shoulder wound Saga can explore this corner of the basement further around where Mari has crumpled down She has several frankensteined together sketches of the cultists faces from memory watching the cultists hiding in the different areas around the lake, noting down details when they'd lift masks to take sips of beers or drunkenly letting them slip off entirely.

Yellow and pink post it notes , receipt paper ripped from the cash register , and lined stationary paper are stuck haphazardly to a corkboard against the wall with whatever Is available .

(Casey's pretty sure there's a few empty pens stabbed into the cork in more than one spot.)

While Saga is looking around Casey can ask about Mari’s hand if it's a ‘New wound? , looks old from the scarring, that from a cult attack too? ‘

She clarifies no an old wound from when she was a kid , an accident with an unsafe bear trap, not that there is a safe bear trap for a child to be left around and supervised by a ‘distracted’ stepfather on a hunting trip.

She changed the subject pretty quickly and apologises for the shell alarms out front. Commenting on the rumours and nicknames around her,

Casey in turn comments on the choice of names saying it's cruel when a nickname sticks , mari sympathises making a guess that having the same name as a fictional character must come with a lot of jokes and jabs.

Casey asks how she can be staying in the general store and not have heard the murder happening right outside.

Saga, equally confused, clarifies their here because of an FBI agent being murdered on the picnic table outside.

Mari stumbles back up to her feet and with some assistance closes the hatch door , the room immediately falling deathly silent of the sounds of the outdoors now locked away.

Didn't hear a thing. I'm afraid it's an old bunker design sturdy as anything but soundproof too.

Mari promises to head into town to get the shoulder looked at and as Saga and Casey head out to explore the cauldron Lake area she can be heard calling up Satu to come and pick her up trying her best to downplay her injury and saying it was an ‘accident’ while cleaning her rifle.

Escalation /second worse encounter:( aka the angst zone of Samy the dead sister returning.)

Her sister was buried in the woods near the lake wanting to be surrounded by the very nature she coveted . Her grave being marked by some small memorial rocks from mirrors peak and carvings of a crow , a bear , a little wooden duck and other trinkets left by visitors. Fresh flowers sit picked from the surrounding area.

Saga can on her travels around bright falls encounter a manuscript page that details a horrifying encounter - an empty grave and a taken soul rising up to lay it's last family member to rest beside her in that woodland tomb.

Of a shadow imbued figure clawing out of the dirt handful by gritty handful and brandishing an axe ripped out of a cedar tree stump, carving its way through the general store's front door like a horror cliche , the shell chimes rattling a final death rattle.

(this next bits a little messily written i won't lie i love all the manuscript pages and the style of writing in the game but i cannot imitate it i do visual art not written so shoutout fanfic and authors this is harddd.)

“Beyond the door , her last remaining protection Mari Matilla , still recovering from her bullet wound burning a hole in her shoulder, is frozen in place staring in wide eyed abject horror at the looming figure on the other side of the splintering wood.

This figure who shares the same face , the same blood now cold no longer pumping through dead veins looms forward through the gash in the door.

A single white eye peers through the crack sunken into it's hollow socket, the creature smiles a sickly grin too wide for it's face.

She swings her axe bringing the door down with it charging through the threshold , with each slamming step Mari snaps out of the ever growing fear in her heart willing herself to just move! as the axe comes slashing down again.

Finally it makes contact, clipping her ankle with a sickening thump. Bone exposed She screams the world all crashing back down around her at once.

‘The light , the basement. The light will keep me safe’ she thinks and so she dives for that sunken room.

Gunshots ring out in the distance , safety , a chance at survival; she knew who it was, the only one brave enough to be out in these woods alone , Saga Anderson, her hero.

she screams again louder than before:

‘SAGA she's Here Help me!’ she just had to hold on a few moments more. Just a few moments longer. The creature a mirror of her lurches forward for the basement door and-”

The rest is scratched out.

The page ends before anything else can occur saga sets off back to the lodge as the day draws to an end.

On the way to cauldron lake she calls Casey and tells him where she's going, chasing after another page by our best selling author friend she's pissed she asks why he'd write something like this into reality.

He tries to explain that he doesn't remember writing this but writing in the escape , writing in that saga is there to save her and that the basement full of lights is the safest place for her to be. That sounds like what he'd write , from what he knows that that is how he can help.

‘its a horror story all of this is I have to stay within the narrative tropes but you can change it's ending it's not written yet there's always a final girl right who barely escapes but not unscathed?’

When she arrives at cauldron lake it's dark the sun's setting , as she approaches down the hill from the parking lot she encounters several taken , gunshots ring out and she hears from the general stores direction screams for help exactly as written she just prays Charlie and Mari have reached the basement , sprinting towards the store.

The sister's warped and ritually sacrificed body has become a taken a hollow hole in her chest, hair slicked to her face and hands bloodied .

((I have two visual ideas for this currently. One is that she sort of floats above the ground like a body floating face down in the water. Or alternatively upright usual axe swinging but her hairs sort of floating behind her and clothes slightly flowing in a current we can't see)).

She has dirt across her arms and under her fingernails having crawled and clawed her way out of the grave. Stumbling back to her place of death hearing Mari whistling as she cooked, her attention drawn and a rage at her own death bubbling up inside her.

She screams out at her in its distorted voice ‘ why weren't you there ? Why did you leave me to die? What sister lets her sister die in the cold in the dark ? Look at me, You wretched bitch look at me!’

When saga arrives to save Mari she can look around and find the shallow grave empty and flooded with lake water, the coffin floating atop and ripped open. Reaching the general store front door is destroyed , Mari surprisingly isn't dead but has barely contained ‘what was samy’ in the basement of the general store. Rattling and slamming can be heard against the basement hatch upon arrival that goes scarily quiet when Mari calls out to saga again.

She's blood splattered and with one arm weakly cuddling Charlie and is pretty sure like 90% her ankles fully broken (saga is more than sure it's broken she's pretty sure it's been slashed by an axe swing and maybe broken too who knows but she's trying not to panic despite being able to see bone) saga quickly sets to scouting around finding something to splint the leg with and something to cover the basement hatch with that's heavy.

Mari's struggling in the sort of blood loss delirium but asks saga (when she brandishes her weapon of choice and flashlight to go head down into the basement with) to please please leave her be,

Mari asks why she's like that why she came back like that,

She confesses quietly that she hopes that whatever has brought her back can purify her if , if they just wait long enough right , keep her in the light? She doesn't know how she knows but she just knows the light will fix her. It's a fact in her mind now the light is safe and she can be safe again.

She has to be right? .

M: ‘I just , I mean , she's talking. She's breathing what she's saying is cruel, sure but it's better than silence. Please don't hurt her, what would you do ? What would you do if Logan came back out of the Lake please just leave her be’

It seems the story has warped Maris memory of events aligning it with Logan drowning too.

Saga sympathises with Maris grief but stands firm on Logan's condition ,with both hands on Maris shoulders reminds her that -

‘Logan isn't dead. Your sister down there? she’ doesn't have a heart ,

theres post mortem autopsy incisions across her chest Mari , the woman she was, your sister , who you cared about so deeply , that you feel so guilty about not being there to save that version of her she is gone and that thing in the basement is just a vessel being puppeted around, a shadow of who she once was . whatever that is now it is not your sister it's a monster , it's dangerous and it will kill you if we don't kill it’

The Frankenstein's monster - part beloved body - park lake darkness, trapped in Mari ‘Shelly's’ basement and wanting revenge upon her misguided ‘creator’- Mari feeling solely responsible for the argument that led to Samy going to the lake.

(Am I forcing this concept too hard? Yeah absolutely, probably but oh well it's fun and stupid too something something seeing the humanity in someone you've lost coming back wrong even if this vision is clouded by your own remorse).

Ultimately Samy ends up breaking out of the basement if Saga approaches and/or leaves the area and Saga has to put her down fighting in the limited space of the general store trying to lead her away from where Mari and Charlie are cornered.

After defeating Samy , Mari will be in tears but gather herself as the trio make a break for the car park , the escape sequence set off by a loud rattling of all the shell chimes outside and a growing dark presence outside warping the scenery. Mari can carry her own flashlight helping to stun enemies and throwing out the odd flare but is slow moving due to the ankle wound and dog on her hip.

(no she will not leave the dog she'd rather die )

(I'm imagining Kind of like the AW1 section where you're getting Barry Wheeler across Anderson's farm - defeat a wave or two of taken and then rush for the exit no cool rock number though but alot of ambient sound - storm , shell wind charms etc).

After getting their leg seen to properly, splinted stitched, wrapped and painkillers prescribed by Doc Nelson and an ambulance called .she gives the excuse some poachers put bear traps up in the woods and that luckily Saga was in the area following a lead and was able to open the trap for her.

He half buys it considering there's a record that Mari lost two fingers as a teen to a bear trap but doesn't ask further questions considering she's been escorted to him by an FBI agent who still has some blood splatter on her coat.

After aftermath:

It takes a few days to overall emotionally recover from the horrors ™. But once she does recover Mari can then be found half the time hiding out in a makeshift room in the ‘employees only’ room in the back of the oh deer diner.

She refuses to stay in a hotel or home saying she's not getting taken out in her sleep after surviving all this. It takes s while for Satu to persuade her to move back to the cabin with her (mari joking they’ve only been together 6 months and already moving in how forward~)

Rose agrees to watch over her when she’s in the diner she can until everything's sorted out.

(And lend her some actually daisy smelling shirts joking she bought the detergent just to prove her wrong)

The reward for getting Mari alive out of the taken onslaught is a charm she offers that reduces the damage you take from axes (thrown or melee) by 50 percent. It's shaped like a little shell and hook.

Eventually Mari starts spending her daytime out of the back room and in a corner booth of the diner. She doesn’t want to be idle so spends some time folding napkins and cleaning cutlery whistling little simplified versions of the chapter songs as the story progresses.

Charlie settles really well into her corner booth of the dinner enjoying pancake scraps from the chef and scratches from the patrons equally.

I think at some point after the events of AW2 when she finds out about everything (the cult, the taken etc) she ends up having a bit of a fighty argument with Ilmo only to falter when finding out his brother's death.

She gets closure from knowing while her sister probably did suffer drowning in the lake she wasn't tortured or aware (as far as she knows) as a taken when the ‘cult’ got her.

Other little details/ miscellaneous plot beats i didn’t know where to put:-

Mari feels like the failure of the family in her eyes. Her golden child sister got her degree worked in a hospital and seemed to have her life together while she just struggled to figure out what she wanted. That's why she feels so bad that Sam died, not her because she feels she wasn't doing enough with her life while Sam had so much more to give. She learns to push through this guilt and live for the both of them by the end.

Mari lost two of her fingers ( pinky and ring) in an accident with a bear trap when she was little. Her stepdad at the time forced the two twins out in the snow to go hunting despite their protests. Mari was a good shot but didn't enjoy the cold. She'd never seen a bear trap before and then suddenly bam no pinky or ring finger. Stepdad freaked out calling for help and scrambling while Sam stayed calm checking on Mari and talking to her to keep her from going into shock. Since that day Sam's always been Maris' hero. And since that day Samys always knew she wanted to be a doctor to help people like her sister in crisis.

While Mari was born before Sam , Sam has always been the ‘ older’ sister of the twins. More mature in nature and in ego.

The day after Sam dies Mari lops half her hair off because she looks too much like her sister. In turn this makes her look just the same as she did when they first moved to bright falls (partially symbolising how she's set herself back in time healing wise by not confronting her grief). It only kind of works so she gets rid of the mirrors in the cabin.

Maris' fatal flaw was her devotion to killing the cult, it drove her to insomnia, dehydration and overall not taking care of herself .

She obsessed over unmasking a group that she'd fallen for the publicity of.

Spending months in total out in the woods at night , a wolf mask worn to conceal her face stalking the cult never brave enough to pull the trigger and take one out but Internalising the same ideology the cult used to detach themself from the rituals (telling herself ‘ it's just deer hunting , their not people just pull the fucking trigger’) even at times almost getting caught after hallucinating her sister by her side taunting her to take the shot.

she thought they were evil and had murdered her sister but she ultimately (by the end of the game/her character arc) ends up being told the truth and convinced to either work with the cult to take down taken (as a parallel to Ilmo losing a sibling but having the community for support) or teaming up with rose as a body disposal guy. (Since The hardest part is hiding the bodies ; D) she laughs about it in hindsight if only she'd known from the start how different things could have been.

#alan wake oc #remedyverse oc #cult of the tree #its an oc infodump babeyyyyy #oc tag: Mari Mattilla #tw gore #tw body horror #long post #alan wake 2 spoilers

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cinderbuck · 4 months ago

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Death Save Bargain Bin, Page 10

Hm, not a very inspired layout, but passable, I think. The original rough layout was really boring, so I tried changing it up. Thinking back, it was probably a bad idea to draw out all the rough rough layouts in one day. They got more and more uninspired the further into the pages I got.

My initial plan was to just have the imp, who goes by the name Trish, terrorizing Galdrus (the dwarf), but I couldn't resist adding more of Greetings (the Cambion).

Trish, short for Trishul, which I believe is another word for trident, was a traveling companion for my character in one of the previous adventures my D&D group played.

Long rant ahead about our old D&D adventure, feel free to skip this:

It was Out Of The Abyss, and my character died in the very first session because the merciless adventure stated that the last person down the rope gets a slime (black ooze or something, I don't remember, it's been years) falling on their head, and dies. Can't make death saves or anything, just melts, dead forever, RIP. (If anyone plans on playing this adventure, I highly recommend not following the book too much. Use it more as a guideline than an actual instruction manual. It's infuriating at times.) It was a bit of a bummer, I had plans for my wizard-Gnome.

Had to make a new character, and in this campaign we all decided to roll our base stats on a D20. I didn't really have time to plan my next character, as we were currently playing, and my rolls were mediocre, so I made Penjamin the Average Man, not thinking he'd survive very long.

Just for fun, while I waited for the DM to find a good place for me to reenter the adventure, used the Origins table in Xanathar's Guide to Everything to flesh out his background some more. One of the tables is 1D100 for where your character is born, where it's pretty much a 50/50 chance you roll "home" (results 1-50). I, however, managed to roll 100, "On an Outer Plane of your choice". I wasn't, and still isn't really, that familiar with the Outer Planes, other than the Nine Hells, and the Abyss, so I chose Hell, and built my character's personality around that. His backstory pretty much ended up being that his mother was a Cambion, but his dad was a human so average that their union didn't spawn a tiefling as they normally would, but just a normal human baby. (I accidentally gave him a huge fro though, because at that time we used character sheets printed on paper, and I had a scribble of Pen on there that I just doodled more and more curls on whenever someone had to look up rules and such. It got huge. DM made it cannon.)

I don't remember why, but for some reason, way out in the adventure (somewhat close to the end, I think) I wanted an imp friend that looked like a cat, not a familiar or anything, just a pet of sorts. The DM granted me one, and along the way Pen and Trish might've made a cult. Some human/dwarven sacrifices were made. Some deals were struck, and by the end of the adventure Pen was a Cambion, and had a large following of mostly dwarves that he took home with him.

(I'm not sure what the rules are with gore here, so I blurred the drawings a little. This is a very old drawing of Pen and Trish.)

This might make it sound like I stole the show, but I didn't. Two others also started cults, and the adventure ended with two of us walking away with pretty much an army of cultists each, and the third one went to reassemble his following. (One of these also married the Demon Lord Graz'zt, I think, or at least ended up in a relationship of sorts with him.

Pen is still my favorite character.

Anyways, back to this comic. Trish, old character, redesigned her slightly for this comic, as I couldn't quite remember what she looked like before I managed to dig up an old drawing. Here's the doll I drew before starting the comic to get the palette nice and look alright in grayscale.

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#d&d #descent into avernus #comics #d&d 5e #d&d art #dnd art #dungeons and dragons #artists on tumblr #death save bargain bin

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sc4llywag · 1 year ago

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Please share Unity thoughts im so curious

GAH since you asked so nicely <3

!!MAJOR SPOILERS FOR AC UNITY AHEAD!!

I love Arno for one, he's so nice and charismatic. A charmer ofc and I see why people say he's the 'french Ezio' on that note I do NOT agree. Ezio was so much more fleshed out and looked into than what we get from Arno's story. He lost his father and wanted revenge, like Ezio BUT!!!! He ended up completely shifting his goal.

He went from going from target to target for the info ofc and to report back to the Brotherhood, to becoming skeptical and angry at the council. I don't think he lost the goal of revenge for his father but rather became so attached to Élise and he couldn't overlook her own goals so he aligned them with hers to PROTECT her.

GOD CAN I PLEASE GET A HAPPY LOVE STORY??? I knew she was going to die(thanks AC community) but GOD did it hit so much harder seeing and hearing the music play in the background god the utter CHILLS I get from this soundtrack.

It's so heartbreaking because his goal all along was to avenge his father, and he did. But in that process he lost his lover, who was more important to him than some target.

GOD IM JUST SHHSHWHAA

Now for the gameplay itself I have much criticism :(

I really dislike how the combat works in this one. I get so annoyed with the party timing and how slow everything is I just miss fast quick combat that doesn't take a million tries.

Along with it taking so long was my struggle with levelling up GOD did this bother me!! I hated having to spend days trying to level up my gear and skills just to do the next story mission. That kinda ruined my immersion and I got lost a lot in the story because of it 💔.

Btw the stupid gun shit SUCKS I get shot twice and I'm literally dead done gone holy shit lower the damage pls

Another thing is probably the parkour being super janky for me with the unfortunate erasure of manual jumping MY LOVEEEEE

Overall the gameplay is nice and good but it's not as good as I had expected so I'd rate it around a 6/10

The stealth system was also a little annoying and pissed me off at times because id barely be seen and then get all the guards in the whole damn building coming for my ass and I'd be dead in two seconds. Other than that I like it I suppose.

I can't specifically rate the story because yes it is more underwhelming compared to the former games imo but I did like it because of how romance centered it was in the end. I am however mad about the boss fight wtf was that shit

That's the only thing I'll diss the most bro where's my super cool battle why do I gotta be sneaking around and only doing 3 tries for an assassination come ON Ubisoft.

This WHOOOLE game you've been building up the spooky grand master dude for me to finish off and I get this janky ass boss fight and Élise is just sitting there doing nothing?? Like ok Ms "we need to take him out together!" THEN HELP ME GOOD LAWD

Ig she did help by dying but OH WELL MAN WHATEVER

I will be replaying this in the future I'm sure so I can further dive into the story and kinda carve it into my mind since I had to waste so much time trying to grind just to get to the next level

*Cough*Sequence 10 was kicking my fucking ass with that STEALTH god fuck you*Cough*

#assassin's creed #assassins creed #assassin's creed unity #ac unity #arno dorian #arno victor dorian #elise de la serre #scallywagrants #i cna say i love this game tho ngl #i like it :)#good game overall #super unfortunate how janky it is #but i just LOVE arno hes so pretty #like a painting #*mwah*#chefs kiss bro #also elise can take me anyday #GAHHGHD

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not-wholly-unheroic · 2 years ago

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I finally read the junior novelization of Disney’s new Peter Pan and Wendy and although for the most part, it sticks to the film, there are some really great moments that I’m guessing might have been in earlier drafts which got cut but made it into the book. A few of my favorite additions/changes include…

- I think this may have been in the background in the film but is more noticeable in the book… When John and Michael are playing, one of them says, “Watch out for the crocodile” as Nana is playfully nipping at their heels. I like the crocodile/Nana parallel, as in the stage version they typically use the same actor for both animal roles and it seems like a nice little nod to that.

- John says the watch helps him sleep when Mr. Darling asks for it back after their game. George reluctantly lets him keep it but tells him to be careful because “a man’s timepiece is of the utmost importance.” This almost seems to be going back to the stage idea of George as a kind of alternate for Hook. Here, both men have an interesting relationship with time which we don’t see in the final film.

- Nana is the one who catches the shadow as it goes downstairs. Another nod to the original here where Nana is the whole reason the shadow is pulled away from Peter to begin with.

- Although we see Mr. Smee use an ear horn in the film, in the novelization, it’s pretty explicitly spelled out that he is hard of hearing due to long-term exposure to canon-fire. There are several funny moments more reminiscent of the animated film, but the comedy is less “Smee is stupid” and more just, “Smee can’t hear well and often gets mixed up because of that.”

- When we first meet Hook, he is writing a letter in his cabin (Who is he writing to?) and the cabin is said to smell somewhat like incense. Also, for whatever reason, his hair is described as being dark, like the more traditional Hook. Maybe Law’s look hadn’t been finalized until after the book was written?

- We get to see paintings on the walls of the tunnel that Tiger Lily takes the kids through to get to Skull Rock. She explains that they tell the story of her ancestors and how her great-great grandmother led them to Neverland and helped everyone hide underground in safety when Hook first laid siege on the island until they were ready to fight back. It also seems that her tribe has a history of female chiefs.

- This is a little random but I have to wonder about the theme of hearing/being heard in this story, the novel especially. On one end of the spectrum, Hook seems to have especially acute hearing, picking up on the ticking as well as Wendy’s singing and later Peter’s return long before anyone else seems to notice. Then, of course, there’s Smee, who as we mentioned earlier, is very hard of hearing after years of listening to canon-fire. Peter CAN hear just fine but often CHOOSES not to, putting words in Tink’s mouth, for example. And then we have Wendy, who seems to try to hear everyone even if she can’t always easily do so. She listens to both Peter and Hook’s side of the story, and she repeatedly tries to understand Tink even if she can’t actually hear/understand what she’s saying until the very end. I don’t have a fully fleshed out idea of what exactly they may have been trying to say with all this, but it’s an interesting observation.

- Bellweather actually gets a personality! He is the fixer upper of both John’s watch (which he somehow got back from Hook??) and Michael’s teddy bear.

- In the book, it is said that Hook and Pan weren’t just friends…they ran away together and promised never to grow up or go back, and it makes the feelings of hurt and betrayal that much more painful.

- We get an extra scene on the way back to the ship after Hook “kills” Peter where the captain actually laments that Peter is really gone for good. He seems to recognize in that moment that revenge really didn’t feel as good as he expected it to and, like it or not, they need each other to function. He also seems surprised he actually drew blood. Apparently, they have rarely ever hurt one another in the past physically (with the major exception of his hand loss…) and it’s almost a game to Hook as much as it is to Peter. Hook speaks to the captured Tink at one point and asks her, since she was there at the beginning, if things would inevitably end up with one of them dying or if they might have gone differently. This Hook is very childlike at moments, and this is one of them.

- Mr. Smee flies!!!! During the final battle, Mr. Smee finds himself in a sticky situation and tells Tink he honestly never wanted to hurt anyone. He just wanted to fly. Tink apparently believes him to be harmless enough and allows it. Instead of asking at the end, “Did you see me, Cap’n?! I’m floatin’! I’m alive! I didn’t drown!” he asks if he saw him flying. I’ve always thought Smee had a kind, childlike heart, and if anybody deserves to fly, it’s him, so this part made my heart very happy.

- Wendy and Peter actually share a kiss (a real one!) near the end before he leaves. Wendy recognizes that Peter isn’t ready to grow up yet but tells him that maybe someday he will be and then they can be together again. It’s an incredibly sweet moment and gives a little more closure to things that Peter’s departure in the film does, and I wish we had gotten it in the final version.

- As they get back to Neverland, Peter spots Hook and Smee (who is still flying!) and pulls Hook up onto the ship, taking his friend with him back to the island for more adventures. While I do think the film’s ending with Law’s Hook smiling up at Peter works well as it is, this moment was just the icing on the cake for me. It cements that they are absolutely back on the same team again and all is forgiven.

#Peter pan and Wendy #disney peter pan and wendy #disney live action peter pan #disney live action remakes #disney live action #Disney books #Peter pan #captain hook #Disney

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localsharkcryptid · 1 year ago

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Would love to hear both about your cPunz & cPurpled headcanon lore AND your cPurpled joins the sindicate au :D

Anon, you have opened a DOOR and I thank you cause I've been needing an excuse to talk about my thoughts!

Imma try and summarize here but either way this will probably be lengthy - so fair warning on that ^^ (also this is like... So very much based on headcanons that got out of control cause cPurpled has next to nothing going on lore wise till Las Nevadas and I wanted to flesh him out)

I also feel like it's good to note that my Purpled design plays into the alien vibe, bros got four arms, some extra eyes, antenna, the whole shebang - but anyways.

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For the background headcanons, it is more so a thing for Purpled, cause yeah it would be funny to say he really is just a bit of an angsty teenager who wants to be left alone but also consider what if he was a bit fucked up. My idea is that due to also being a mercenary (of sorts) Purpled has more recently been experiencing freedom so to speak, till the smp he had been raised up to be a mercenary - raised and trained as a living weapon and only now is he kinda out on his own. Punz has a similar origin but that was years ago for them, they aren't bothered and have long since adapted to their lifestyle of mercenary work.

The dynamic of the two is somewhat brotherly on the surface, but it's more so of an apprentice situation. Purpled was picked out of a crowd to be further trained out in the real world by Punz, their relationship is not particularly healthy in any manner and is far from a sibling bond. Purpled came to the SMP with Punz but due to a stagnation in work on the server Purpled is somewhat left to his own devices, though Punz checks in here and there and they do have semi-regular training sessions. After all Punz does take his job as a mentor somewhat seriously.

I'm still working on actually figuring out the environment that Purpled was raised in, since a lot of what he went through effects his character/gives some reasoning for some behaviors as well as fuels my other headcanons, but yeah uh not a very poggers early teenhood.

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As for the Purpled joins the syndicate au, would love to get an official sort of name for it, it uses a lot of my headcanons as a base and namely the background stuff! It's a storyline that would eventually really dive into my interpretation of Purpled and his thought processes as he finally gets into a situation where he can heal from the environment he was raised in.

It's rather canon divergent, being post prison break and basically, due to a turn of events Purpled ends up effectively "saving" Tommy from Dream and this leads to Golden Duo getting help from Phil and Techno, Tommy basically doesn't know where else to go and defactos to finding Phil- Purpled sticks with him due to the fact that Punz has more or less brought him into their & Dream's plans as a 'failsafe' of sorts - so Purpled briefly scrapping with Dream and interfering certainly isn't going to go over well and Purpled would much rather to just avoid whatever would come out of that consequence wise.

So not only are Golden Duo forced to deal with eachother, they now also are staying at the commune for a bit. They have some fun interactions and exchanges during this but my Golden Duo thoughts are for another day. Tommy does eventually leave, but Purpled sticks around for a bit longer - despite his denial of any assistance and consistent "I don't need your help" statements.

This eventually segways into a little mission to go get Dogchamp from his base, since while Purpled isn't opening up about it Techno and Phil can both kinda tell that the kid doesn't want to go back to the general SMP for some reason. So of course once worries of his dog are mentioned Techno makes the offer to go help get Dogchamp and to bring him back to the commune since he understands the value of a good animal companion.

Purpled of course tries to say that he doesn't need help, unfortunately for Purpled Technoblade does not care and can see through his angsty "I don't need anyone's help," bs.

So they go get Dogchamp, during this Techno probably does some prodding and questioning to try and get some details outta the alien, this doesn't really work but my idea is that Purpled makes an offhanded comment about being trained to be an effective living weapon of a mercenary. This offhanded comment seals his fate pretty much, cause by the gods does Techno understand that treatment wayyy to well. So an offer is given for Purpled to join the book club, and well, the syndicate gains another member after some time - even if said member is a bit walled off, he's a member none the less.

I still don't have a code-name for Purpled but that's kinda how the whole thing starts, I have additional notes but I'll save em for now since this is a long enough post as it is- but yeah, it's a silly little concept that I really do like and hopefully I can do something with it at some point.

#answers from the cryptid #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp au #dsmp headcanon #cpunz #cpurpled #dsmp syndicate

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riddlerosehearts · 11 months ago

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Okay now EYE must ask you - how are you liking BG3??? How far are you?? Tell me about your Tav!!!! (Please and thank you <3)

hi!! 💖 i only started the game a few days ago and it was an impulse decision i made after having previously told a friend of mine that i definitely wanted to play it but that it'd probably take me a while to get around to it (and, because i thought i wouldn't play anytime soon i hadn't really been trying to avoid spoilers). but, i have the PC version and while it generally runs just fine, my computer is kind of slow and the game is so big that it took hours to download and install. so i kind of went ahead and started to come up with a whole character idea during that time LOL. sorry if my explanations of things get a bit too rambly/disorganized. i'm actually not very far in the game at all yet, i've been spending a ton of time doing stuff in the druids grove and i'm supposed to go find halsin but i haven't even gotten karlach in my party yet! i've recruited all the main companions except for her but i am excited to meet her. gonna put the rest of this under a cut for length.

my only background with DND is that i listened to the first campaign of the adventure zone and i've watched the legends of vox machina show. i also have a friend who's super into her own DND campaign and another friend who's told me a lot about dimension 20, specifically fantasy high--and i've considered trying it out for her but haven't gotten around to it yet! i think she actually told me the same thing about the episode lengths making it easier to get into than critical role, because i had tried critical role and it was just so long that i couldn't stick with it. but, yeah, i've also looked at the forgotten realms wiki a bit but i've never actually played DND. i have played skyrim and final fantasy 14 and some other similar RPGs with customizable blank-slate protagonists, and in those types of games i always have to make OCs to roleplay as--usually i'll think up a basic idea to start with and then flesh the character out as i get into the game. they're never really self-inserts but i do often project onto them a little.

so, in games like these my first character is usually an elf that specializes in elemental/destructive magic. idk why, that's just what i've always liked. in ff14 i started out as a black mage without knowing it was the hardest class to play LMAO. soooo i went into this planning to create a high elf sorcerer, but as i started writing out ideas and thinking about what to do, i ended up creating a half-high elf bard. they're transmasc/nonbinary and in my head they use he/they pronouns, but i picked the nb option in the character creator and that causes npcs to actually use they/them in dialogue which i think is so cool. i love that the character creator is so inclusive in regards to gender.

anyway, i named them elenion, which is something i took from the lord of the rings universe because i'm a huge nerd. in LOTR it's an elvish word that basically means "of the stars". here's a couple screenshots i took when i first started. let's just ignore the fact that this hairstyle clips into elf ears (and also that the face preset is from a mod i downloaded).

i didn't really give him a tragic backstory or even the most interesting story haha--i'm wanting to do something bigger and angstier with another character on a second playthrough when i'm more familiar with the lore and world of the game. and i'll probably also end up changing or expanding on some things about this character later, but for now i just kind of made a normal guy with normal problems. i had this idea that his father, a human who attracted the attention of a beautiful elf woman, was also a bard and was a very successful musician in his youth. so elenion has always shared his father's passion and dreamed of being like him, being able to effortlessly tell incredible tales and inspire crowds of people through song, but no matter how much he studies and practices he never feels good enough. if he seems confident it's usually just because he's gotten really good at faking it. he's also pretty reserved and often avoids having to talk about himself by asking a lot of questions. see, i kind of wanted to specifically find a way to not roleplay the usual sort of loud, flirty, goofy bard, lol. not that i dislike those kinds of characters or anything though!

however, bards are meant to be super charismatic, witty, and persuasive and of course the game strongly encourages that with the dialogue options and skill bonuses you get. so my way of explaining this is to have elenion be a bit like raine from the owl house, in that they may be shy, but they're very firm in their ideals and are no pushover when it comes to protecting themself or their allies. they're clever and have a snarky side to them, and they're genuinely friendly and caring in a way that gives them a sense of quiet charisma. which reminds me that one of the spells i gave them at the start was sleep, and it's made me imagine that when they were a kid they tried calming a crying baby by playing a lullaby on their lute and accidentally ended up casting their first spell.

oh, and, i also wasn't really sure at first where in the world i wanted elenion to come from but i decided on something pretty quickly after getting multiple of those dialogue options suggesting that the protagonist is baldurian! i pictured them growing up in a somewhat small town with their family but moving to baldur's gate as an adult, hoping that if they left the comfort of their home and started to journey out into the world a little they'd eventually find their spark and become the bard they wanted to be. unfortunately they've had little luck so far because even after all this time they can't see that maybe their whole fixation on trying to be just like their father and achieve the exact same kind of success that he had is holding them back. the fact that their father died the year after they moved away hasn't helped either. and now, in the middle of traveling to a historical site that they'd wanted to see in person and use as inspiration for a song, they've been abducted by mindflayers and are struggling with the massive upheaval that this has brought into their relatively mundane life.

so. yeah. my tav for this first playthrough may not be the most unique or exciting character but i like him! i like figuring out what kind of choices he'll make and thinking up new ideas for what he likes and how he sees the world. also, i find it funny how in your reply to my ask you said you thought you'd be into gale but then you fell for astarion--because i thought that i'd be all over the edgy, brooding, snarky vampire man, but it turns out gale is so charming and funny that i'm probably going to romance him first. i'm also pretty intrigued by shadowheart and wyll but i'm so early in the game that i can't even say who i think my overall favorite companion will be because they all seem so interesting!! even karlach despite the fact that i haven't actually met her yet, i've seen a bunch of cool gifsets of her and my brother told me he's been romancing her on his playthrough. i really need to go find her soon.

i'm sure you can tell from everything i wrote here that i am definitely enjoying the game LOL. i can already tell that there's just so many different things to do and see, that i will both need and want to do a lot of different playthroughs and that it's going to be something that sticks with me. nothing wrong with using guides and walkthroughs btw! i do it too because i'm worried about missing too many things and have the world's worst sense of direction even with a minimap. honestly i probably need to look up some guides for certain mechanics that i don't feel like i've really figured out yet. there's a sarcophagus trap in the ruins early in the game that got me SO stuck and got my whole party wiped and then i looked up a video and found out you could turn off the whole trap system by pushing a switch... i felt so stupid askjdfgf.

anyway, i think this got to be way too long of a reply so i will stop here! but if you ever wanna tell me more about your tav or anything definitely feel free to and i hope you're having an awesome day!

#asks #nerdalmighty #i hope all of this actually makes some kind of sense lol #i'm really not a great writer but i just think coming up with OCs with fleshed out personalities #and trying to get into their heads makes games like this more fun #and also ty for the ask!! 💖#baldur's gate 3

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Melaka Mystica Deleted Scenes

I know I said I would take a break, and believe me, I have, but I wanted to post these before the desire to write something else came into my head. Now that this has been posted, however, I'm going to go play some Detroit Become Human and try like hell to not start writing out ideas for that as an AU lmao!

Deleted scenes:

Unlike many of my previous AUs, there aren’t a lot of scenes that didn’t make the cut as I followed my original plotlines pretty closely, but there are a few that I mentioned offhandedly that were never fully explained or fleshed out, so I figured I would post segments of my original scribblings just to show where my head was when I wrote certain lines.

(Part 1) This is a little explanation I wrote for myself when I started figuring out the plot so that everything flowed together well and it would feel like time had passed, but not a ton. I wanted it to feel like the genuine passage of time, but I only brought some of these to fruition and I’m pretty sure you can tell which ones!

"The kids have been practicing magic under the watchful eyes of Mick, Miles, and Carrie, who, despite not possessing magic, have worked in the magic shop for long enough to know the basics. The kids have sworn only to use their magic for good, and while they try to help everyone, it’s not always easy. Royce has spent most of his allowance on spell books - most of which don’t work as they aren’t legitimate spell books - and has gone a bit overboard trying to figure out every aspect of their powers. Kona has been practically glued to Bentley, pestering him about why he and the others have been acting strangely, but he refuses to tell her anything until they’re all on board for telling her. Vivien has tried everything in her power to give Mick some semblance of magic and heal her magical ties, but nothing seems to work."

So, yeah, I ended up only mentioning a few of them, but this is a little background to give off some more information on what’s happened since the last story.

(Part 2) Initially, Mick’s bond with everyone - especially the kids and particularly Vivien - hadn’t been affected at all. My original idea was that everything had just returned to normal and that everything was fine. The only time the whole possession thing would have bothered her would have been when the kids chose to give up their magic, making her freak out for seemingly no reason as, until that point, she hadn’t said much of anything about it. However, I realized that it made no sense and, if this had been a legit scenario, I would have wanted to seclude myself for a while in order to protect the people I loved in case something like that were to happen again. In the long run, I changed things around and made it feel like she had taken a lot from it - trauma especially.

(Part 2) Kona’s magical realization would have been a lot more fleshed out if I had followed my original ideas. It was supposed to have a full scene on its own, but I’ll let you read the bit I had written before I explain myself.

"Not long before Serena knocks at the door, Kona comes in, pressing them for answers as they haven't been answering their phones. They push her away because they don’t want her to get hurt if Serena comes, but she’s adamant. Ultimately, she storms off but runs into Dorothea, who sits her down, and they talk for a while, getting to the root of the issue and revealing Kona has abilities as well as she nearly sets the kitchen table on fire when she thumps her fist against it."

Now, if you’re anything like my niece who sort of told me off for getting rid of this, I bet you’re sort of wishing I had stuck it out and written this, but I have a few reasons as to why I hadn’t. First of all, I realized as I was writing that, if I were to break up the tension of Serena’s visit any more than I already had with Kona showing up, it would have brought more focus to Kona and less on the stress of Serena’s entire ending scene. It would have made it less impactful as your attention - or mine, at the very least lmao - would have been more focused on Kona’s abilities and how they suddenly came about. It would have been a jarring shift to go from this scene of Kona finding out she has magic, to Serena and the group’s plan to stop her. Second, I wanted Kona’s entrance in the third chapter to be subtle, yet mildly surprising. I didn’t want to go in-depth on her magic or explain her family’s magical history when the story didn’t need it. Still, I wanted her showing up in the woods to link back to her having a conversation with Mrs. Murphy where she, ultimately, discovered her magic in the first place. And, finally, I also cut this out because I was already a lot further along than I thought I would be and I sort of wanted to just get through Serena’s part and call it at that. However, the facts still stand, and I don’t really regret taking this part out as I feel it all worked out in the end.

(Part 3) Now, this is the part that I think I changed the most, but the first thing that comes to mind is this segment:

"After they ask some questions, Mrs. Murphy explains that, during an eclipse, the power transfer is most powerful and will give the vessel - sometimes a magic-less human - powers of their own as they permanently drain the powers from the witches."

While not a lot has changed there, I’m sure the word “permanently” caught your eye. Yes, the transfer thing was going to be permanent, and in a way, I wonder what it would have been like if I had kept it this way. It would have killed me to write, but it would have hit everyone - me included - really hard. The three kids who had only had magic for two weeks, sacrificed all of it to save someone who wasn’t even truly a friend to them… I mean, wow, it would have really hurt and it would have been painful for the older group as well, as they knew they now had the kids’ magic with no way of returning it to its rightful owners. I kept going back and forth as to whether it was a goodidea to keep the kids as mages, but in the long run, what’s done is done… right?

(Part 3) Directly following the last part, we have this:

"With that knowledge, we jump to them sitting around in Miles’ room, coming up with a plan. Vivien decides that Carrie, Miles, and Mick will keep crystals with them for protection - Malachite for protection from toxic energy, Smithsonite for bringing them back down to reality and granting the clarity they need to make tough decisions, and white Moonstone for full moon power."

As you can probably tell, I took this section and moved it to the second part as it felt more realistic that Vivien would have them take crystals from the shop. It also gave that sliver of friendship between Vivien and Mick, hinting that both of them want things to go back to how they were. Having it here sort of left things between them feeling flat and unnecessarily stiff whereas it felt more genuine putting it in an earlier section.

(Part 3) Something I don’t have any notes for, but remember writing down, was the idea of Serena taking Kona hostage after the scene in the woods goes south. I got rid of it early on as I felt Kona wouldn’t stand for that kind of thing and would be the most obnoxious hostage ever, pushing Serena to dispose of her when she’s driven her too far up the wall. Kona would be the biggest pain in the ass if she were ever kidnapped, and I love her for that.

(Part 3) When I started writing out the fight scene in the commons, a lot changed, but here is where I think things changed the most:

"As Serena makes her appearance, Kona turns herself invisible and begins taunting her, using her newfound abilities to keep the redhead at bay. It works for a while, but as the transfer nears completion, Serena gets desperate and sends a burst of magic around, knocking Kona to the ground. Royce opens his eyes as he hears the fight ending and looks at Carrie with wide eyes before telling her, “Behind you!” Unified by magic, the older trio turns their magic on Serena and, as the transfer completes, they lift into the sky and begin to fight her. In the middle of the fight, Miles sees the kids still stunned by their new abilities and gets Viv’s attention, telling her to get them out of there. Weakened, the young trio find Kona, stumble down the street to the safety of the nearby cemetery (Howard Street Cemetery), and surround themselves with heavy salt rings before collapsing in exhaustion."

Now, there are several parts of this that I broke off and worked on differently - Kona getting knocked out, Miles joining the fight immediately instead of checking on the kids, and the kids going to the cemetery instead of the Murphy family’s home. Kona getting knocked out changed when I realized that she could still work with the others as a distraction, a rune-maker, and someone who could help complete the circle for the exorcism/draining scene. She became more of a foreground character for that, and I like how it panned out. My decision to change Miles’ reaction to the kids was an easy one as I highly doubt he would have just up and left them to fight - he loves them far too much to do that. As for the cemetery thing, it was mainly going to be a callback to the Hocus Pocus movie, but I realized it would be much easier for them to run from the commons entrance to the already salt-protected house on Forrester Street than it would be for them to cross one of the busiest streets in Salem to get to a cemetery for the sake of hallowed ground.

(Part 3) Finally, the last thing I changed here was, well, this:

"When the kids awaken in the morning, they find themselves on air mattresses on the Murphy family’s living room floor. Serena, while grateful to finally have her mind back in order and no longer be possessed, is quick to leave, heading home after making sure to thank everyone for helping her and telling the others that she’d see them at school."

While I loved the idea of Serena knowing she had been possessed and admitting to it, my mom brought up the idea of her keeping it to herself as she didn’t want to sound like she’d lost her mind, and, honestly, I loved that even more. It is entirely up to you to decide whether or not she remembers everything as I made her brush it off as a bad dream and get kind of snippy and evasive over it, but that just felt like something Serena would do. It felt more like her to keep it inside for her own sake rather than admit she needed help and got it from the people she had abandoned for “greener pastures” with the popular squad. It would probably make her think a lot about whether or not she could actually consider the people she now kept close, “friends.” Also, just the idea of her having this internal, existential crisis over being possessed and everything she experienced while trapped inside her mind just made me laugh.

Actual scenes that were inspired by movies/shows (spoilers, just in case):

Something about Vivien’s interaction with Carrie in the first part was inspired by George Weasley in this scene.

The part in the woods where they’re trying to drain Serena is inspired by this scene from WandaVision.

This scene from Avengers: Infinity War was what drove me to write the interactions in the commons the way I did. Initially, the transfer would have gone almost exactly like this, with everything falling apart around them and the older group having to fight while everything else was going on. It changed a bit, but I was very close to keeping things identical to this. I guess you could say I wanted them to suffer.

Again, I take a scene from WandaVision to show what I originally wanted the fight to end with. This would have been very different, obviously, but it would have caused a chain reaction that I wasn’t prepared for in the slightest, and I just didn’t go with it in the long run. (Kona would have taken on Wanda/Scarlet Witch’s lines and everything while Serena was Agatha Harkness)

Everyone's powers explained:

I know I went over it a little, but I wanted to sort of explain them a bit. The primary ones - Royce, Bentley, and Vivien - are the easiest to explain as they are the moon, sun, and stars respectively. Like in Magicae Maxima, their powers correspond with a color and, again, they are blue, yellow, and purple respectively. However, for the others, I figured I would explain a bit more as I didn’t go into it much in the story.

For starters, I always sort of imagined Kona as a comet - fiery and ready to blaze a trail, but still connected to the cosmos like the other kids. Her colors are a combination of pink and blue, the colors flowing from one to the other like a lava lamp as the heat comes and goes. The easiest to explain are Carrie, Mick, and Miles, who are fire, water, and lightning. Their magic sort of corresponds to the kids’ powers as well, just not the ones they took from. Carrie’s magic reminds me of the solar flares that arc off the sun, tying her abilities to Bentley. Miles’ lightning is quick and hot, like Vivien’s shooting stars, not to mention it flickers purple from time to time. Then, there’s Mick’s water-based magic, which is a direct representation of Royce’s moon abilities. The moon has a gravitational pull that affects the tide, linking her magic to his. As physical representations of the earth, the older trio have a direct link to each of the kids and their respective abilities, showing that the remnants of magic that remain in them after everything is done with the transfer, still have a connection to their origins.

As for the ones I touched on the least, Dorothea, Brady, and Tommy. As I already stated, Brady is a phoenix, Dorothea is a pegasus, and Tommy is a Cetus or a sea dragon. Again, their magic corresponds with the others, but their magic is different. As representations of mythical creatures, they have powers higher than the kids. Dorothea’s aura-reading, clairvoyance, and overall light magic give her a connection with Vivien and Miles; Brady’s heat, light, and fire generation powers give him tie-ins to Carrie, Bentley, and even Kona; and, even though we don’t see him, Tommy’s water manipulation and weather control abilities are a direct link to Royce and Mick. I sort of see this as an Avatar: The Last Airbender type of deal, where there are multiple facets of a person’s abilities, and they just have to find it in themselves to make things happen. The possibilities are endless, really; they just have to find that out for themselves.

Quotes:

(Mick)

*to Carrie or Miles, probably* "I used to think of myself one way. But, after this… I’m something else. I'm still me, I think. But... but that's not what everyone else sees."

“I know I'm here, but I still feel dead inside. I'm just- they- even the people who say they care about me- I feel like I'm just a pinned butterfly to them now. They just want to put me under a microscope and learn about all my trauma.”

"Every night, the same dream, and every morning, the same nightmare."

“You may have ruined my past, but I won’t let you ruin my future.”

“I know what I’m like… and maybe that’s the issue here.”

“It will get better - maybe not today, maybe not in a week or so, but it will get better. I promise.”

(Serena)

*upon kidnapping Kona to see what she knew* “These are runes, and in a given space, only the witch that cast the runes can use her magic. Your powers are useless here."

"You break the rules of the universe and become the hero, but when I do it, I become the enemy.” *scoff* “That doesn't seem fair, does it?"

“You’re just a pawn - another way for me to get what I want. You’re disposable, kid; get used to it.”

*after being freed* “I want to thank you guys, but at the same time, I want to scream.” *sigh* “It’s been a long night.”

“I still feel it there, in the back of my mind. It’s like a part of me is back to being whatever I was before, but there’s this part of my brain that wants nothing more than to plunge a knife into your chest… I don’t feel like a good person anymore.”

(Kona)

“I’m a bad bitch, you can’t kill me!”

*after Serena divulges her plan to her like Doofenshmirtz to Perry the Platypus* “Look, I have an attention span the size of a Goldfish cracker, and your voice is obnoxious, so I tuned you out, like, ages ago.”

“Everyone’s pretty tired of your shit, Serena, and if I had to guess, you’d probably say the same if you weren’t possessed by such a dramatic bitch of a demon.”

“Remember how you described me as a pawn? Well, this is checkmate. This is it. This is the end. I suggest you resign while you still have the choice.”

(Royce)

“When is she not a total bitch?”

“Why do I feel like we’ve just opened Pandora’s box or something?”

“It feels like there's a hole where my magic used to be. It's like its been ripped out of my chest, and now I'm just left here, bleeding out... It's too warm.”

“After everything we’ve been through… it can’t be for nothing, can it?”

(Vivien)

“You’re not evil, you’re just a little fucked up in the head still, and that’s fine. I still love you.”

“If I had a nickel for every time I’ve seen a demon possess someone this year, I’d have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice, right?”

“If the demon learned how to drive in two weeks, I’m sure it could learn to parallel park if it actually gave a fuck.”

*typing in Google* “How to get a demon to teach you how to drive.” “Vivien, no!” “Well, if you won’t teach me, it will!”

(Bentley)

“How on earth did she eat the cafeteria food if she’s got dark magic in her? That stuff’s saltier than the ocean.”

“Maybe we can therapize her!” “Therapize?” “We can be her therapist.” “You want to play therapist for a literal demon?” *sigh* “I really need to start thinking things through before I say them, don’t I?”

“Can’t we just pour salt in her mouth or something?” (horrified looks from everyone in the room) “What? It’s a genuine question!”

(Misc.)

“She was your meat puppet, I just cut her strings.”

“Not my mother, you bitch!”

“The thing is, you're using words... but the thing about this world is that the only universal language is violence. And I know we've both spoken that language before.”

“You want to be the hero? Then die like one!”

“Please? For me?” “You can’t just say that. You know I’d give you the world if you asked for it.”

“You used me as a weapon. That's all I was to you. Not a friend, just a weapon for you to use and throw away when you’re sick of it. Well, guess what?! I'm choosing what I fight for now!”

Songs:

No Body, No Crime by Taylor Swift

I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers

Everybody Wants to Rule the World

Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) by Nancy Sinatra

Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd

Burn The Witch by Shawn James

I know it's not a lot, and I'm very sorry I didn't have more; however, I really stuck close to my original ideas this time. I wish I had more to offer you, but I do hope that you enjoyed these little crumbs of ideas! I think, for a little while, I'm going to work on some one-shots to expand my characters' backgrounds a bit, but for now, I think I'm just going to play some games, maybe a little Minecraft or DBH, and then scroll mindlessly through Pinterest or TikTok for ideas. For now, however, I hope you have a great day and that everything is going well for you across the ocean! All the love!

#Melaka Mystica

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