#unless this is post-machine heralding

[bruh-anator3000]

Jayce: Viktor, do you have a concussion?

Viktor: of course not, I know the signs of a concussion

Viktor: you just have to remember 4 things

Jayce: ... which are?

Viktor: I am faster than 80% of all snakes

[0ptemash]

My (Brief) Thoughts on Rise Of The Beasts

SO…Rise Of The Beasts came out…like a few months ago. Safe to say I’m late to the bandwagon, but I wasn’t really into Tumblr that much and wanted to stew on things. I was thinking of writing a an in-depth review, but I think I’ll just give my brief thoughts. In anticipation for Transformers One that will release later this year, which I hope to do a review on. This is all just MY opinion. If you enjoyed the film, all the power to you, I did so as well in parts. Alright, here goes.

(Also like Spoilers for the whole thing)

I think, for the most part, it was a step backwards. Like a big step backwards.

I really enjoyed Bumblebee. Yeah yeah it just wasn’t because of the fan servicey bits such as the opening. It was more grounded, down to earth (is that a pun? Maybe…), smaller scale is what I’m trying to say. There’s no Allspark, or Sun Harvester or any other bull crap mcguffin to collect. Just Bumblebee trying to find his memories, himself, and building a bond with Charlie, who, refreshingly was a human character with an actually personality, was likeable, had motivations, and an arc of some description. Them, versus two decepticons, who, while not some multilayered villains, had infinitely more personality than any insectoid killing machine in the Michael Bay films.

Rise Of The Beasts takes this, and throws it all out the window.

We are introduced to TWO new factions in the film, the Maximals and Terrorcons, which, with the Autobots and Decepticons makes four to keep track of. There is no slow escalation, or building of stakes. We have for whatever reason, gone from two Decepticon warriors, to the world conquerer Unicron, without even ONE, at least ONE film in between. I’m really scared that this is going to develop into the same issue I believe the MCU developed post Endgame. They are going to have difficulty trying to find bigger and bigger threats. And Unicron is one of the biggest. I can think of very little that are greater, or even come close to his level. And remember they haven’t even introduced properly the Decepticons and Megatron yet. What is the point even. Sure the Autobots didn’t exactly KILL Unicron, but they beat him and his heralds, so the Decepticons are going to be nothing compared to them. Unless they arrive in some huge army. Furthermore, Charlie is just tossed out the window, meaning we now have to establish a new human protagonist. Of course I was surprised that Noah was, thankfully, still an interesting character. But it was a little off putting that Charlie was tossed aside so quickly, without even being mentioned (with the exception of some throwaway line by Bumblebee).

And the plot. Oh boy.

We Must Find The MCGUFFIN. A.K.A. the Transwarp Key.

Like cmon, are you kidding me? I thought we were past this. It’s just another fetch quest. We need to go here, to get this thing, and then over there to get that thing.

I feel as though this movie has reduced the stakes as well. Scourge (Unicrons Herald) kills Bumblebee quite early on, which was a shocker and set a more serious tone for the film. Of course though, Bumblebee is Transformers Pikachu equivalent, so they revived him later on (for that sweet sweet merch)

But hey, they still had a chance. In the final act they kill Mirage, which also surprised me. But…what do you know? He’s hinted to be brought back to life in a post credit scene.

*sighs*

I still have more to say but I’ll end on Optimus Primes characterisation and do a seperate post for the villains.

There were times where he was genuinely interesting. I found how he and Noah had similar grievances, guilts and personality traits to be interesting. How prime feels responsible for his fellow Autobots that he feels he’s stranded on Earth without a way home.

But then there are parts where he just reverts back to Michael Bays Optimus Prime: some mindless bloodthirsty killer. Now I admit, this Prime has more motivation to do that because yknow the villains killed Bumblebee. But it still rubs me the wrong way. I can’t really describe it. There’s just this moment where one of the villains (Battletrap) is about to be attacked by Optimus Prime, but a Maximal, Optimus Primal, rips Battletrap to pieces. After this, Optimus Prime says something like “hey he was my kill.” And it’s not delivered angrily, or menacingly. He almost says nonchalantly, like the film makers wanted it to be in there for laughs.

I genuinely don’t know where this continuity is headed, with this (and the bill crap GI Joe “Twist” at the end) in mind.

Still there were things I did like, but I’ve been more worked up about the stuff I didn’t like. Call me a hater if you want to, and I’m open to opinions/comments to convince me otherwise.

Part One of Two maybe?

[hexcoremagician]

𝗩𝗜𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦.

When Viktor becomes the Machine Herald, almost all of his physical conditions are cured, as he merges with Shimmermetal. Mental conditions remain unaffected by his transformation, unless otherwise specified.

Under a cut, as a terminal illness is discussed in depth.

PHYSICAL

fibromyalgia: widespread muscle pain

Viktor's muscles hurt all the time. They get tense and cause him a lot of pain and discomfort.

deformity in right foot: missing tendons, bone, & ligament

He requires a brace to walk. Without it, he cannot walk on his leg, or has no balance and trips constantly.

patellar sublimation: right leg's kneecap constantly shifts out of place

His brace keeps his kneecap in place.

multiple myeloma (blood cancer): cancer in the bone marrow that make up bones

From the excess radiation and pollution of the Undercity, he developed multiple myeloma. Viktor's bones are very fragile, and his myeloma is why he is terminal, getting diagnosed with Stage 3 a year after helping Jayce with their shared HexTech dream. He had been previously asymptomatic, so it went undiscovered. Starting at his legs, the cancer moved up to his skull and throughout his body. He has migraines and headaches often, and nosebleeds due to the myeloma.

Because of the fact Viktor's myeloma was caught too late, Piltover doctors could not help with interventions, and simply told Viktor to make due with the time he had left. This causes intense fatigue, and is why Viktor goes from looking healthy to looking very ill.

This is also why the HexCore looks as it does: the blood cancer actually turned it a little parasitic. Pictures of the cancer in blood cells, as pointed out by @ferinehuntress, look similar to the HexCore after Viktor's blood dropped onto it.

vitamin d deficency: impacts muscle pain

Viktor suffers from intense fatigue (not just caused by other conditions) because of his time in the Undercity. He has a severe vitamin D deficiency. His muscles hurt because of it.

MENTAL

generalized anxiety disorder

Viktor has extreme anxiety, and he tries to cope with it by fidgeting, or thinking of projects. He cannot speak in public until after his augmentation, when he stops caring about what others think about him.

persistent depressive disorder

Viktor has struggled with severe depression for years, ever since he was ten and started having more noticeable health issues with his body and muscle pain. He is prone to having mood swings and can be completely consumed by lethargy or fatigue due to his depression.

obsessive compulsive disorder

Viktor has struggled to maintain order over his environment due to his diagnoses, and struggles with compulsions. He struggles when things are not orderly or neat, and will spend more time cleaning his environment than others his age. He is also focused on perfectionism, as that is the only thing about himself he can control.

post traumatic stress disorder

Viktor has severe PTSD from when he was attacked and betrayed by Tomo. He is touch averse typically, and doesn't like it when others acknowledge his right leg or ankle brace. Sometimes, people approaching him from behind sends him into a trauma reminder episode, and he flinches or loses the ability to speak until it is over.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Herald's position on AI-generated text and images

We've occasionally linked outputs of things like predictive text engines in the past, especially back when those were an interesting novelty. Now that pretty much the whole world is using ChatGPT, the time of novelty is past, and it's time to clarify where we stand. A summary of this post will be added to the Herald's FAQ for reference.

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We arrived at this approach because the Herald pretty much exists to promote what fans create and what fans have to say. Large text models are not Buffyverse fans, and if their developers have any opinion on the series, it's not apparent in their work.

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A very happy ritual sacrifice with pie to all who celebrate!

[dastardlydumb]

Can’t help but think that while Jinx has her whole “you made me this way Vi it’s all your fault” scene.

Viktor is gonna go the complete opposite route and tell anyone who even tries to take blame for his transformation to fuck off he did this himself thank you very much and he’ll be damned if anyone else is gonna take credit for it. Jayce will of course likely blame himself either way.

It’s just the contrast of these two characters (Jinx & Viktor) is so hilarious to me, like I cannot imagine two more opposing forces in ideals, methods, design, and personality than these two.

I know people are like ooh but wouldn’t it be neat if they got along in season 2 of arcane? And to this I say wouldn’t it be way more in character and fucking hilarious if they didn’t?

Because Jinx has zero qualms when it comes to killing people. She only cares about people she knew or that she’s known or who fit into the frame of her own little fantasy world derived from her traumatic childhood.

Viktor on the other hand does care a whole lot about people but not so much in the personal sense, rather he cares more about people in the collective sense.

He’s a big picture kinda guy and most of what he does is to done to achieve a grander goal. He follows certain rules and doesn’t kill people unless he deems it strictly necessary. Lord knows he doesn’t have to follow these rules but he does and unless he can explain his actions to be logical or reasonable he almost never diverts from this thinking. The shining example of this particular characterization can be seen in his league bio where when he sends a couple of mercenaries to raid Jayce’s lab in revenge for unknowingly killing his patients, he phrases it in such a way that it almost seems like he’s reassuring himself or the reader that what he did was not without reason or merely for something as petty as revenge.

However I think we can all agree that as far as avoiding petty emotions goes Viktor has a major blind spot named Jayce who knows how Viktor works and manages to push all his buttons.

and with the way Viktor was originally going to have a rift master skin in league of legends (dungeon master essentially) with Jayce as that one player who is always trying to find loopholes in the rules book he can turn to his characters advantage, It's pretty safe to say that Jayce knows Viktor follows a certain set of rules and he probably tries to find loopholes in those rules as well. the dude is pretty much trying to beat The machine herald by making Viktor question his own logic and achieve the “Viktor.exe has stopped working” which is frankly a dangerous line to tread considering things like that would only work if Viktor actually follows his own rules. And honestly if Jayce does end up pushing Viktor to the brink of illogical and emotional behavior it likely wouldn't end well for him or anyone in the nearby area, a full mental breakdown from Viktor as the machine herald is not something I would wanna be nearby. dude's got a laser arm and a chaos storm/rubix cube that apparently can turn into a singularity, I ain't fuckin with that.

Oh man I got way off track here, my English teacher did always tell me I lacked structure. Eh fuck it I’ll edit it in post probably

[thehistoriangirl]

Index

Hi! I’m Isa ^^  I write fics sometimes. But before that, a little shoutout:

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Shipps in this list: Viktor x Reader;  Mel x Reader;  Jayce x Reader; Jayce x Viktor x Reader.

✨ = Fluff

💔 = Angst

💞 = Smut aka Fluff with Horny sprinkled

💀  = Violence/Blood/ Major Character Death(s)

Fics undercut!

Viktor

💔 💀 The Silence Between Us [Viktor x gn!Reader]

Synopsis:  You’ve known Viktor for a long time. And alongside your blooming friendship have begun to grow another thing, a secret you don’t want to risk getting out of your chest for fear of breaking the bond both of you so delicately woven. But the silence also hurts. And one can only prolong it for so long before it's too late and the fear becomes regret. Or more precisely what would have happened if Jinx’s explosion also stand between a love confession?

✨💔 The Memories We Kept Within [Machine Herald!Viktor x gn!Reader]

(A continuation, with happy ending)

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✨💞 I’ll Show You, [My Love] in the Shelter of the Night   [Viktor x fem!Reader] ||NSFW/Explicit/Mature||

Summary: When you and Viktor had to share a bed, both dreams are enough to evidence the real feelings towards each other. [Ignore the terrible summary, this is actually just kind of fluffy smut]

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✨ 💞 A Well-Deserved Celebration [Viktor x AFAB!Reader--> Christmas Special] ||NSFW/Explicit||

Summary: You and Viktor going on vacation to celebrate Christmas and his birthday :3

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✨ 💀 Where the Woods Brought Us Together: Part 1  [Viktor x Fem!Reader-->Halloween Special/Spooky Forest AU]

✨ 💔 Part 2

💔 ✨ 💞 Part 3 (Final Part)

Synopsis: There was a time when the forest and the village lived in balance. The humans went to the woods to harvest its fruits and cut down the dead trees from where luxury furniture was carved, and in exchange, the people would venerate and protect the wood’s heart, giving offerings and humming chants, telling them stories.

Those times are long gone. Only remaining the fear of the immortal and powerful woods that rule over the village, only foolish woodcutters and valiant explorers dare to approach the forest.

Except for the solitary family that lived in the little cottage at the edge of the woods. A lineage deeply connected to the trees and the creatures who hide inside them.

The village knows—but anyone is sure about how deep the bond runs. Nevertheless, you're willing to try for the sake of saving the villagers from their demise.

Perhaps, with some luck, you can convince the forest and its guardian of giving their mercy, praying the cost won’t be too high.

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💀 Primeval Penumbras: Part I [Viktor x Fem!Reader--> Halloween Special/Dark Hexcore & Monster AU]||Mature||

✨💞Primeval Penumbras: Part II ||NSFW/Explicit/Mature||

Synopsis: Viktor only intended to make a breakthrough while creating the Hexcore, to further his knowledge of the Arcane and its powers and with some time improve the lives of the people in disadvantage, just as he was once.

Except he doesn’t have time. And the Hexcore is more dangerous that he conceived, accidentally opening a portal through the Void, and allowing its creatures to roam free into the city.

Good thing you could also escape, a huntress diguised as a monster, ready to chase them down, and maybe even be the clue to save his life…

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💔 It Had to be You,: Part 1 [Machine Herald!Viktor x fem!Reader]

💀 It Had to be You,: Part 2 [Machine Herald!Viktor x fem!Reader] ||Mature||

It Will Always Be You: Part 3 [PENDING]

Summary: Viktor spent most of his life loathing the profetic soulmates’ dream. After all, it was the reason everything good in his life escaped from his fingers. Now he had broken the promise of not seeing you again, even promising he will take care of you against your parent’s debt collectors.But he can't protect you against the hostility built upon your broken friendship and the nightmarish dream it is supposed to be the long-awaited fantasy made reality. And you can't stop the bitter, resentful thoughts polluting your mind: why out of everyone, it had to be you?     

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✨ Not Just a Summer Affair: Part 1 [Viktor x Fem!Reader]

✨ 💞 Not Just a Summer Affair: Part 2 [Viktor x Fem!Reader] ||NSFW/ Explicit||

✨ 💞 Not Just a Summer Affair: Part 3 [Viktor x Fem!Reader] ||NSFW/Explicit||

Summary: Assisting to this planned vacation by the beach wasn’t the best idea Viktor has had, but at least he can have an excuse to spend time with you. Hoping that, maybe, he can gather the courage to confess the feelings he’s been trying so hard to bury.

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FICLETS:

✨ I Hope to Found You   [Viktor x fem!Reader]

Summary: You lost your Poro, Viktor founds him. It’s the best chance you both have to know each other better.

✨💞 When You Warmed Up My Heart  [Viktor x AFAB Reader] ||Mild Smut/Mature||

Summary (plotless): When the cold season comes, you two learn a thing or two to warm up each other ;)

 ✨ I’ll Be There for You  [Viktor x gn!Reader]

Summary: Viktor had a bad day, so you console him when he comes back home :)

✨ When You’re Not Here, I Lie Awake and Dream of You [Viktor x gn!Reader]

Summary: You’re away on a business trip and Viktor’s sleeping all alone. Until one day, you arrive in the middle of the night.

✨ [We’re] More than a Match Made in Heaven [Viktor x gn!Reader]

Summary: Viktor helps you to get ready for your birthday party

✨ These Ones Are For Love [Viktor x gn!Reader/Latin Based]

Summary: Viktor goes to New Year celebration hosted by the Talis family, and he meets you in a rather particular way...

✨ To Feel Better, All I Need is You [Viktor x gn!Reader] --> A request

Summary: Reader massaging Viktor’s shoulders after a long day 

✨ Amuse Me, Love [Viktor x gn!Reader]

Summary: Viktor takes a nap and then wakes up, discovering it’s much more late than he thought.

✨ Let Me Be Your Shelter [Viktor x gn!Reader] --> A request

Summary: You’re always been afraid of fireworks, but luckily for you, Viktor comforts you every time.

✨  All Our Ways to Say “I Love You”  [Viktor x gn!Reader] --> A request

Summary: You two may not express your love out loud all the time, but your actions make it clear enough.

💔 ✨ I Love You, As Friends Do  [Viktor x gn!Reader] --> St. Valentine Special <3

Synopsis: You'd been friends with Viktor ever since you studied at the  Academy. But with all the time you spend together, came the  ever-growing feelings for him that surpassed mere friendship. But you  know it's unrequited—there's no way that when he says "I love you" he  means it in that way, unless...  

✨ You, My Solace [Viktor x gn!Reader]---> A request

Summary: Viktor comforts you when he arrives home and sees you crying.

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MULTICHAPTER FICS:

Until Our Secrets Drift Us Apart [Viktor x gn! Reader/Modern AU ft. Marriage of Convenience]

> M A S T E R L I S T  <

Synopsis: Upon the surprising death of the CEO of Daxer Corp., the battle for the presidential chair began with unexpected violence. Threaten to lose everything you’ve been working on during your entire life; it’s time you must find a desperate solution to grasp the ontrol over your part of the emporium, and even your own freedom.

Which better idea than solidifying your subsidiary’s future than ally with the rising AI company, Hextech? And oh, what a special type of alliance it will be...

Technique: Reverie on Canvas [Viktor x fem!Noxian! Reader/Soulmate AU]

> M A S T E R L I S T  <

Synopsis: For many people, the soulmate dream is not just important, but even sacred—the dreams are treasured, faith poured into find the mysterious person roaming your fantasies. But not for the Noxii, not for you. Rather surprisingly, but pleasing, to know your soulmate feels the same. So it won’t be a problem to keep him near enough to ensure his safety while you try to unravel a conspiration that aims to erradicate the House Medarda—yourself included.

...Right?     

The Oblivious Game I Want to Lose (Without Losing You) [Viktor x Hopeless Romantic! gn!Reader]-->A request ||  COMPLETED ||

>  M A S T E R L I S T  <

Synopsis: Your father wants you to forget about pursuing your dream of being an opera singer as your mother was. Instead, he's determined to make you a great business person to fit into his wealthy family—his solution? Hiring one of the smartest students of the Academy as your personal tutor, no other than Heimerdinger's assistant himself. But when you two grow closer, the plan gets tricky as you get your confidence back to fight for your re-discovered dreams just as Viktor starts to achieve his own.

The Tides Have Veiled [Viktor x Fem!Reader/ Gothic AU: Spooky Sea Edition]

> M A S T E R L I S T  <

Synopsis: Atop the cliff, there’s a lighthouse in which golden hues summon the monsters below the ties to seek out their new prey. Behind the lighthouse, an old manor hides from prying eyes. Greystones against the cloudy sky, with its lonely owner sometimes watching from some window to the abyss below.

The remnant citizens of the old coastal town say both the house and the light are haunted, and you may think that, too. But while walking up toward the rocks’ edge, the pressure of your family’s expectations is more frightening.

Roaring ties rise against the cliff, icy breeze calls you closer. Can you hear them? The siren’s melody—a mournful sound that tunes with your inner heartache. How can you not hear it?

But his voice doesn’t let you get closer, his grasp breaking the spell as your left foot hovers in the air. Matching the beacon shining amidst the waves, golden eyes grounding you while the wind howls behind you both.

“My proposal is still valid, if you wish to take it.”

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Jayce

💔 I’ll See You in My Dreams; [Jayce x fem!Reader]

✨ You’ll See Me in Your Arms [Jayce x fem!Reader]

Synopsys: In a world where you can only know the identity of your soulmate through your dreams, having no dreams at all is problematic. You moved to Piltover trying to escape about your failure, but you can't escape yourself and the deep longing that pierced you day and night, especially when meeting one of the Hextech creators.

A fragment of a conversation between Jayce and Viktor that didn’t make it to the final part.

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✨ Taciturn Artifice [Jayce x femCouncilor!Reader]--> A request

Summary: You’re a very intelligent Councilor, though your nature is very quiet and reserved. Jayce develops a crush on you.

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✨ Treasured Miscalculation PT. 1 [Jayce x Fem!Reader]

✨ Treasured Miscalculation PT. 2

Summary: Jayce goes to a blind date, but he meets with the wrong person (yeah, you) instead.

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💔 ✨ Testing One’s Love Luck to Win You Over [Jayce x Fem!Reader/ Valentine’s Day Special &lt;;3]

Synopsis: With adulthood came different responsibilities. For Jayce, it was enrolling at the Academy and becoming a revolutionary inventor; for you, it was securing your family’s position inside the high-end of Piltover’s more influential and powerful clans.

However, Jayce isn’t willing to lose you without playing all his cards.

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FICLETS:

✨ Natural Inclination [Jayce x gn!Reader]

Summary: Jayce as a dad (that’s all).

💔 This Ache, Mistimed PT. 1 [Jayce x gn!Reader]--> A request

✨ This Ache, Mistimed PT 2

Summary: You and Jayce had been friends since childhood, and through the years you have beginning to suspect your crush towards him wasn’t a bypassing teenage phase.

But time moves forward, and people change. Now that Jayce is the Golden Boy of Piltover while you remain the same worker in the Talis’ factory, a rift between you to is unsurmountable.

After all, it’s the best for both of you. He would never love you back, not when you two are meant for different worlds.

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MULTICHAPTER FICS:

Us, Who Couldn’t Fade Away [Jayce x gn!Reader/ Gothic AU: Curse Edition]

> M A S T E R L I S T &lt;

Synopsis: It’s a haunting night. Like all the previous, and the ones who will follow.  

The trees are screaming, branches breaking with the gown’s tearing fabric, its weight pulling your figure towards the ground. Shadows whisper: there’s where you belong, down with us. You ignore them, I can’t let the monster consume me; nails digging into the trunks, bare feet raising against the mud.  

You have to fight, to ascend up the hill.

There would be a house whose lights are always on. You know he’s expecting you. He’s always expecting you, dreading to hear your presence. You thought he was the only place darkness can’t reach you, without knowing threat lurks in every empty room and veiled mirror.

No one can protect you, and you can’t run forever.  

Perhaps this time, you will be able to win.

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Mel

💔 ✨ There Are Some Paths Where You Can’t Follow Me [Mel Medarda x fem!Reader] --> St. Valentine Special &lt;3

Synopsis: Mel lost much more than her family support when her mother  banished her  to the city of Piltover. Just as nightmares haunt her every other  night, your face is still clear on her memories despite the  passing  years.

When Hextech puts Piltover on the map, just as the name of the Medarda who sponsors it, it was only a matter of time to find  you  walking into a gala hosted by your long-lost friend.  

FICLETS:

💔 ✨ These Heavy Legacies [Mel Medarda x gn!Reader]

Summary: Nightmares always haunted Mel’s dreams. But today it’s different, because you’re there for her—for good or for worse.

✨ The Never-Changing Things [Mel Medarda x gn!Reader]

Summary: You’re a musician under the clan Medarda’s wing, and while you haven’t touched the piano in a long time, you and Mel discover that there are some things that would never change regarding you two, no matter how much time has passed.

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||Jayce x Viktor x Reader||

💀 To Chase a Silhouette: Pt. I [Jayce x Viktor x Grim Reaper! Fem!Reader] ||Mature||

Part II [PENDING]

Part III [PENDING]

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[Or rather, Reader plays cat-and-mouse with Viktor and  Jayce, until there's a new threat they must overcome together if they want to win.]

✨ 💞 (Not So) Like Any Other Day [Jayce x Viktor x gn!Reader/Valentine’s Day Special <3] ||Slightly NSFW||

Synopsis: Monsters roam free in this city, both in the shadows  and in plein daylight. As private detectives, Viktor and Jayce know  better than anyone that people are scarier than any monster from the  stories. That is, until one day due to a unfinished case, people began  to fear a mysterious entity that seems to be a cold-blooded murderer—or  perhaps the urban legends are right, and the feared suspect isn’t even human...

Synopsis: Neither of the creators of Hextech paid much mind to St,  Valentine, the date blurring together with any other, spending all their  time inside the lab. Or so you thought. They told you it would be a busy day—and it was  okay, after all, progress is first and you can have them to yourself at any  other time.

But when you wake up alone in bed, with only a flower laid by your  pillow with a little note next to it, you can feel that today isn't really going to be dedicated to progress…

[mystic-orb88]

Arcane Season 2 Wish and Prediction Lists:

Wishes (Some of these are unlikely, I know. But that's what AUs and Art prompts are for, right?):

Warwick. Vander. Transformation. Need I say more?

Jinx and Machine Herald Viktor to meet/interact.

Caitlyn and Vi to be partners (Both kinds).

Vi to not wear that hideous outfit in L.O.L..

CAIT NEEDS A MORE PRACTICAL OUTFIT!!

I WANT TO SEE ZIGGS AND JINX!! Maybe a cameo, at least?

Machine Herald Vik. Like, I want to see him majestically put that mask on his face, like Darth Vader. And glance at The Hexclaw and go 'Hmmmm... DING!! Ideaaaaa!! Imma just attach this or something like it to my shoulder.'.

Heimerdinger being an adorable fluffy Yoda Boomer and learning to use Ekko's Hoverboard, because he has to be cool and gangsta now.

Silco being resurrected (I had a cool dream 'bout that. Might AU-ify that idea).

Silco and Mini Jinx Flashback between the timeskip of Season One.

Jinx wearing Silco's coat and being sad and short.

Ghost Silco being the voice in Jinx's head that helps shape her into the Jinx from L.O.L..

Jinx talking to Fishbones. Just a lil'.

Predictions:

Vi will be called upon by Piltover, and they'll be like 'Yo, sorry we were completely disregarding Zaun's situation before, but, uh, we're a little up the creek now with half the council gone and all, so, well- We were wondering if you'd consider our requested, offered, respectful suggestion of becoming our Head Enforcer? You'll be placed as a front line worker, obviously. If so, great!! Welcome to the ranks!! If not, then we demandingly insistently order you to mandatorily order you to. Unless, of course, you want to see the cell in Stillwater with your name on it again, for a reallll, loong time. No? Ah isn't that that the great thing about life?? We all get a fair choice!!'

Then Cait's like, 'C'mon, for your sister. We can look for her together.' and Vi's like 'HAhA, nON. Too danger for you, Cupcake' and Cait eventually manages to persuade her but that's why they end up being like, 'If you're an Enforcer now, then whoever goes comes back in a box' or whatever.

Okay, I mentioned this in someone else's post a while ago, but what if Singed turns Silco into Twitched? Just because he's poisoned, poisonous rat man. And also, because, apparently, Singed likes turning random people into furries.

Mel dies, Cassandra doesn't- I don't see a reason for her death, AND she's in Cait's story in L.O.L., Jayce and Viktor can't die, but the rest of The Council does.

Who's Singed's daughter?? *cough* Orianna *cough*.

What happens to Poro?? Didn't HeimerYoda leave them? I bet they find a huge colony of Poros and start conquering Runeterra.

[shrikeseams]

So @galadhremmin has a post talking about making Luthien's heraldic device into a quilt, based off some interesting machine embroidered mandala-esque quilts, which got me to thinking about How To Do The Thing. (I've been on a quilting kick lately.)

Now, with quilting there are a bunch of different techniques to achieve any given design, but Luthien's decide is tricky, 'cause this bitch has curves.

In case you haven't tried it, sewing a curved seam that is supposed to lay flat is Difficult. Not least because anything cut on the curve is de facto cut on the bias, and bias cut fabric loooves to stretch and warp.

So, the three most obvious approaches to this are:

1. Regular piecing. Very difficult, but you might be able to swing it if you stabilized the pieces somehow before cutting, like with freezer paper or fusible interfacing cut without seam allowances. The curves are mostly pretty gentle, so it wouldn't be the *worst*, but I wouldn't reccomend it to a beginner. This technique would be vulnerable to cumulative errors,, eg when your seam allowances and/or cutting aren't perfect, and are imperfect for several seams, and you wind up with a design mismatch along a seam. This may not bother you if you aren't a perfectionist, tbf. You will also have to deal with y seams unless you quarter the design through the blue sections. This technique would be suitable for larger projects- I'd say lap quilt and up. Some of the design elements would be too small for regular piecing if you went smaller. 2. English paper piecing. An all hand sewing technique were you cut ou the pattern pieces without seam allowance, wrap the fabric around the paper pieces, and then sew them together that way. A good technique for fiddly detail designs! But not good for big projects unless you are Very Dedicated. I'd reccomend this for about pillow size and no bigger. In some ways this would be easiest because a) the size is limited, b) it doesn't need a machine or special equipment, and c) you don't have to figure out how to enlarge the design. You' probably need a nice stiff cardstock for the dark contrast lines though. 3. Applique! Specifically raw edge fused applique. This is what I would reccomend for a complete novice who wants to make a luthien bed quilt because it will be fastest, easiest, and least vulnerable to sewing errors. You cut out the design pieces, fuse double-sided interfacing to the back, and then iron them on to your quilt top. Then you want to secure then with some stitching, in case the interfacing fails, but that's not too difficult and any mistakes won't impact the rest of the pattern. The only drawback to this one is that you'll be working with pretty big chunks of fabric the whole time, but it is pretty dang quick and easy. (If you wanna get ~fancy~ or make it an heirloom project, you can do needle turn applique, or stitch and flip applique. But raw edge fused turns it into a few weekends' worth of work instead of a Very Longg Time.) Applique would be good for any size you can get pattern pieces for. One and two still leave the issue of enlarging the designs. If I decide to try this I'll probably use my projector. Otherwise... tbh, I feel like the best bet would be to muddle through in a CAD program and get it printed on A0 at a copy shop. But I do not know anything about how that process would go.

[dervampireprince]

I would like to kindly contribute some information on the debate about the Machine Herald and „fixing“ him (which is btw off the table that this term is just…disgusting lol)

I believe Viktor changes his body to not die from his diseas, not because he wants to „improve“ or „fix“ his body because it’s disabled, you know? Actually, I perceive Viktor at his core the same in Arcane and in-game. The whole glorious evolution was started in Zaun, in his name, people were changing their bodies to mechanical ones to get stronger & stuff. But that wasn’t his wish he simply wanted to help like he always does, he changes the body parts of sick people to cure them and save them from death. The glorious Revolution got out of his hand the moment it reached Zaun and became a sickening movement of change

However I do believe what the anon says is correct too, there are many people wanting Viktor to change his body because he is disabled which is just sickening. Ofc i don’t mean to offend anyone with this and I hope I didn’t hurt somebodies feelings with my perspective on this discussion! If I did I apologise I simply wanted to provide some information

Oh of course, thanks for your thoughts. I have seen posts and fanfic that refer to either Viktor 'fixing' himself or a disabled reader character coming to Viktor to 'fix' them and unless those are written by disabled people it's... yikes. I think in fanart when people draw partially robo-Viktor the first thing, or only thing, they change is that his right leg has been replaced with robo-leg. And yeah I don't think in the Arcane world they've discovered how to transplant organs so Viktor's way or replacing dying organic parts with robot parts can be understood as a beneficial healthcare thing, and obviously if someone has lost a limb hextech prosthetics could be made. It's probably more in the execution of the idea of robo-Viktor rather than the idea itself, though I'm sure some people probably don't like to see that storyline for the only disabled character. I don't want to reply to these too much other than to show my understanding because of course I don't want to speak over actual disabled people, whether they love or hate Viktor.

[hellonoblesky]

Questions/theories I have about Khaenri’ah and Kaeya because. No I haven't processed We Will Be Reunited what are you talking abt?

Spoilers!!!!

(Tl;DRs at the end of the post!)

Why is Kaeya their only agent out in the nations (that we've seen so far)? It’s very likely that Venti didn’t participate in the Cataclysm, so why would targeting his city matter that much? Unless Kaeya is the only Khaenri’ahn person (aside from Dain) left uncursed and they couldn’t have him in more than one nation? But we can assume that’s not the case because unless Kaeya’s father is an Abyss Mage or something he’s still uncursed. Or do the the Fatui count as Khanri'ah's agents in other nations, because Mondstadt is good at Not Letting The Fatui Have That Much Control?

If you weren’t in Khaenri’ah at the time of the Cataclysm (maybe in another nation trading, or on the sea) would you have been cursed or would you have kept your original form?

The star pupils. Are they a genetic mutation that’s a result of the specific type of magic that was used in Khaenri’ah (the type that Dain uses)? If so, does that mean Kaeya can wield it as well? If it not the magic, is it a result of the Alchemy? If Khemia was used in everyday farming and agriculture, could it have had side effects on those who ate the food, resulting in things like the star pupils?

Zhongli says that the Blackcliff Forge has reached the ruins deep beneath the earth (or something along those lines), so have they reached what’s left of Khaenri’ah? Is that going to be important later on? Is that going to be the Abyss’s way of reaching Liyue if it invades?

Albedo. Just. Albedo. He said “Lose control,,,, destroy everything” (or something like that) and I assumed that was because he didn’t want to follow in Gold’s footsteps but now that I know the Archons are responsible for Khaenri’ah’s fall,,,, is Albedo a super weapon? Is there some power laying dormant in him that could very well be used by the Abyss to destroy Celestia? Is said power being fueled by his usage of Khemia? He’s some sort of Homonculus or something so it’s possible,, right?

If the Abyss Heralds are the cursed royal guards of Khaenri'ah like I theorized in my last We Will Be Reunited Post, then what are the Abyss Lectors? The royal scholars?

Haha Kaeya again, if he can use whatever magic Dain uses, how does it react with his Vision? Does his Vision hinder his ability to use said magic? Is it just repressed within him? Does he have external signs of it (like Dain's arm) that he has to hide? Is that what's under his eyepatch?? Is that type of magic what gives him his ability to teleport freely? Because he's the only character who does that, everyone else uses their Vision for it

Gold???? Please please let there be Gold content in the future??? I would very much like further details on their corruption and how exactly it worked??? Also if their motives were what I think they were then brrrr I'm already emotionally attached just let me meet them please

How exactly does the abyss/above ground time difference work? (using Tartaglia's three months:three days as an example) When you're in the abyss is your physical aging slowed so you only age three days but mentally age three months? Do physical aging and mental aging stay in sync so you age the three months but it's only three days actually above ground? Or is physical and mental aging slowed so that you only age three days even though it's been three months??

If the abyss/above ground time difference works w mental aging on abyss time but physical aging on above ground time, then Kaeya could have been in the Abyss for all those years having the plan absolutely drilled into his head which could be part of why he's having a really hard time picking a side between Khaenri'ah and Mondstadt

Also did Tartaglia and Kaeya meet in the abyss??? They both might have been there at the time so,, imagine going to Mondstadt and then running into the kid you met in the abyss and he's the Cavalry Captain. The sheer whiplash-

If Khaenri'ah was destroyed by gods,,,, what is Kaeya's idea of Venti? Jean knows about Venti's identity, and she does trust Kaeya, so she might have told him? There's also the traveler who has a pretty good impression of Kaeya, all things considered, so I guess there's a possibility there? Either way, imagine knowing that an Archon who may or may not have helped destroy your home nation is sitting in the same tavern as you and is just casually singing- oof-

How much does Diluc know about Khaenri'ah? How much did Kaeya tell him? How much did Diluc find out just on his own? Did the traveler tell him anything? He has a line in the Mondstadt chapter of the game where he says something along the lines of "there's more to the abyss than a few mages" so how much more of the abyss does he know about?? Did he have another fun brotherly conversation with Kaeya about Khaenri'ah? If the Fatui are working with the abyss/working to avenge Khaenri'ah, and if Delusions are based on/improvements on Khaenri'ahn tech then Diluc could have found info on Khaenri'ah while on his Anger Trip, right?

Actually, you know what, forget Diluc, how much does Lisa know about Khaenri'ah? She's insanely smart, is already suspicious of Visions, and hesitant to trust the gods at face-value, as well as being refereed to by Cyrus as the best student in the Sumeru Academia in 200 years. She knows at least a little about everything, and something like the Cataclysm would most definitely peak her interest. Perhaps she came across something about Khaenri'ah while trying to figure out the price of Visions? I know that so far the traveler hasn't found a book of much relevance to Khaenri'ah, but the traveler also hasn't gotten to Sumeru yet, so,, it's possible that there's some books somewhere that are about Khaenri'ah, or records of the Cataclysm

The sibling,,, are they ruling over the Abyss Order alone? Are there other people involved? We know their end game is to take out Celestia, but is that the end game of other people in the abyss? We know Dain would rather stay off the radar of the gods (likely because he doesn't want to be targeted as a threat and also doesn't want to be regarded as an ally), but if there's other people involved then,, what do they want? Is the plan Kaeya's involved in deviate from the plan of the sibling? Does Dain have a preferred course of action for the Abyss that isn't wiping it all out?

Dottore. He was in Liyue studying Field Tillers. From the manga we already know that Dot's knowledge when it comes to machinery is pretty advanced, considering he turned a corpse into a full-on killing machine that looked a lot like a more modern Field Tiller. So why was he doing more research? We can assume that Dot only abandoned his research lab around the time of Liyue's funky Osail and Fatui calamity (meaning he was probably in Liyue when we were and we didn't get to see him :( ), so he'd probably uncovered some new information that lead to a new string of experiments. But what did he learn?? Was he looking into different ways to interact with the 'Tillers, came across whatever magic Dain uses, and immediately had to test some things out? New weaponry, maybe? Or new analysis capabilities? Or does the manga take place during a time when Dot was studying the 'Tillers, so the one he made was a test of what he'd learned? Or was his study ordered by the Tsaritsa? Any way you look at it there's just,,, questions,,,,

TL;DRs

Why has Kaeya been Khaenri'ah's only agent in the nations so far? Unless the Fatui count as Khanri'ahn agents?

If you weren't in Khaenri'ah when the curse dropped, were you cursed?

Star pupil explanation please??

Has Blackcliff forge hit Khaenri'ahn ruins?

Is Albedo a weapon??

Abyss Lectors,, wh,,, who were they pre-curse,,,,

If Kaeya can use the same magic Dain uses, how does his Vision react?

I'm emotionally attached to Gold, please let them be in-game soon I wanna know more about them :')

How does the abyss/above ground time difference work,, I,,, am so confused by it

Did Kaeya grow up in the abyss and had that plan drilled into his head for longer than time was aboveground and that's why he's having trouble picking a side??

Tartaglia and Kaeya: Did they meet in the abyss?

What's Kaeya's impression of Venti?

How much does Diluc know about Khaenri'ah?

Actually forget Diluc, how much does Lisa know???

Are there other people besides the sibling working to rule the abyss?

What's up with Dottore's research into Field Tillers lmao what is he doing

[101flavoursofweird]

For the ten line drabbles, would you do 20 for any combination of Kat, Ernest, and Sherl (either two of them or all three of them together)? Thank you!

[[Apologies, this ended up being more than ten lines and didn’t even include the quote, though it definitely inspired it! Thank you for giving me the chance to finally write a fic about my Sherl theory!]]

20. “If you feel safer with me being there, you know I will always be there.”

“Aurora, our messenger, do you wish for this human to be reborn as a beast?”

“Yes, please. He has brought a great deal of suffering upon the world and to the fabric of time. And he hurt the professor… Also, can you take away his memories, like you did for me?”

“We were able to accomplish that as you were an Azran golem—“

“I was a sentient being with a beating heart. Surely you can do this same for this man?”

“…Very well. We will grant your wish.”

—

Kat had gone out for dinner with her inspector brother and her chef sister, leaving Ernest and Sherl to ‘manage’ the agency by themselves. (Or rather, stall any clients until Kat got back.)

Sherl thought this would be the perfect time for a dognap, but then Pipstripes decided to switch on the television while he was dusting.

Uuugh, that stupid black box! Why did Kat have to bring it in here, and place it on the drawers right above Sherl’s bed? Why couldn’t she find another way entertain herself when it was raining cats and dogs outside?

Sherl covered his ears as the droning voice of a news reader came on.

“—on this day, seven years ago, that the St. Herald Hotel collapsed during one of the worst storms in British history—“

“Who cares what happened seven years ago?” Sherl groaned. “That’s... forty years ago for a dog...”

“Shush, Sherl,” Ernest said, his gaze glued to the television.

“—While the establishment had received five star ratings in the past, it was undergoing maintenance work at the time, making some rooms unstable—“

“That thing will rot your brain,” Sherl warned. You would never catch Sherl gawking at a screen.

He couldn’t see in full colour anyway...

For him, it was mainly grey with some shades of blue and yellow. Pinstripes stood out like a sore thumb with his waistcoat and his trousers. Sherl could distinguish Kat’s yellow coat and her hat, but her dress just looked... dull. (Kat had nearly thrown a fit when Sherl told her this.)

As far as Sherl could tell, the news reader was a lady with long blonde hair, a grey suit and a solemn expression.

“All of the hotel staff and guests were able to escape, expect for one—“

“Poor sod,” Sherl snorted.

“—Former Prime Minister, Bill Hawks.”

Sherl’s ears perked up. “Who?”

“Shhhhh!”

“Did she say Prime Minister?” Sherl persisted. He stumbled out of his bed to get a closer look at the T.V.— at the photo of the man the news people had put up.

He was probably in his late fifties or early sixties, judging by his balding head, deep frown lines, droopy eyes and glasses... Sherl squinted, wondering if dogs could get glasses.

“Yes— from about twenty years ago,” Pinstripes informed him, frowning slightly. “If you listen, they’re going to talk about his life soon...”

Talk about him they did. Bill Hawks: Born in London, squeaked his way in to university, became a scientist at the Institute of Poly-something or other... until there was an explosion at the lab he worked in. An explosion, it turned out, that Hawks had caused with an experiment gone awry.

Sherl hummed. “Why does that sound so familiar?”

“The... explosion?” Pinstripes fiddled with the end of his feather duster. “It sounds like something out of a sci-fi film, doesn’t it?” He closed his eyes for a moment. “But it really did happen, over thirty years ago... and there were terrible repercussions ten years after. You might have heard Miss Layton discussing it...”

Sherl shook his head. He would have remembered if Kat had mentioned something like that. His short term memories were clear as crystal. It was his long term memories that were murky— at least, those prior to joining the Layton Detective Agency.

All he could remember from his past life was a tower falling down, and lightning flashing across the sky... but with each passing day, the details felt less precise and less important. Kat seemed to have given up on solving his case of amnesia altogether!

“Oh...” Pinstripes glanced out the window and back at Sherl. “Do you— surely you know about the Mobile Fortress attack? From a man called Clive Dove?”

For some reason, that name made Sherl shudder. Still, he answered, “No...”

“He tried to destroy London? There were crushed buildings and a gaping tear left in the ground?” Pinstripes said, his eyes wide with disbelief. “It took them years to repair—“

“I might seem older than you kids,” Sherl interrupted, “but I can’t have been alive for more than six or seven years.” He was a ‘mature dog’ (according to the vet), but that couldn’t compare to a human lifespan. Kat’s grandmother, Rosa, was in her seventies!

Pinstripes waved his hand. “Right, sorry... Anyway, Clive Dove was put in prison— thanks to Miss Layton’s father— and he remains there to this day.”

“Good,” Sherl huffed. “Sounds like this Dove was barking!”

“That’s really not funny...”

“What made him go round the bend?”

Ernest winced. “He, um... he wanted to get revenge... because his parents died in that lab explosion.”

Sherl stuck out his teeth. “But if Bill Hawks was behind the explosion... then why didn’t Dove just go after him? Why take it out on everyone—?”

“I don’t know!” Ernest dropped the feather duster. He sighed heavily and crouched to pick it up. Turning his back on Sherl, he resumed his dusting around the television.

The news reader was exposing more about Bill Hawks; by sweeping his crimes under the rug and making shady deals, Hawks had climbed the political ladder to the very top.

Then he was kidnapped by one of his former scientist colleagues and taken to an underground fake ‘Future London’...

“So that’s what she meant...” Sherl breathed. When he’d first arrived at the agency, Kat had asked if he had a ‘letter from the future’. Had her father been sent such a letter?

Sherl’s heart pounded at the next part of the news report. Clive Dove had imprisoned Bill Hawks in the Mobile Fortress, using Bill’s heartbeat to power the machine... That was intense!

Fortunately for Hawks, Professor Layton had saved him and shut down the fortress.

After they all escaped, Hawks had ensured Dove was arrested, put on trial immediately, and locked up for life.

During Dove’s trial, however, Hawks’ disreputable past had been brought to light. Hawks wasn’t put behind bars, but he had to pay a lot of compensation money for the victims of the institute explosion and for the Mobile Fortress attack.

A clip from an interview was shown— a man from Barkleys Bank described Hawks’ loss of financial backers as his approval ratings dropped. (Poor Barkleys, having to represent Bill Hawks...)

Disgraced, Bill had resigned from his post as prime minister and disappeared from the public eye. His wife had divorced him and he had started mooching off his parents’ inheritance.

“Good-for-nothing fat-cat...” Sherl grumbled. You wouldn’t catch his pups leeching off their families like that. When Kat’s father went missing, she had set up a detective agency. When Ernest’s mother died, he had worked his way up to university— and taken an unpaid job on top of that!

Sherl hoped there were assassination attempts made on Hawks’ life after everything he had done.

But no... It seemed that the world had forgotten about Bill Hawks as soon as he left office.

By all accounts, his death at the St. Herald Hotel had been deemed an accident. He had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time, asleep when the roof above him collapsed.

“...Did he wake up in unbearable pain or did he die peacefully in his sleep?” the news reader lady pondered.

“Oh, come on, woman!” At this point, Sherl was standing on his hind legs with his paws pressed up against the television screen. “I need to know! That skid mark deserved to suffer—!”

“We may never know for certain,” the news reader went on, smiling impassively. “But some might say that justice was served on that day... Thank you for listening! And now, over to Puzzlette for the pollen report...”

“Waste of time...” Sherl flounced away from the television and looked around. He spotted the T.V. remote on the settee. “Turn it off, will you, Pinstripes?”

With a huff, Pinstripes turned off the television. He tossed the remote back on to the settee.

Sherl flicked his tail. “What’s got you so hot under the collar?”

“N-nothing...” Pinstripes crossed his arms as if he was trying to contain something in his chest. Whatever it was— anger, grief or uneasiness— Sherl reckoned Pinstripes wouldn’t be able to hide it for long. (He had broken down the minute Kat accused him of being Lord Adamas.)

“You might as well tell me,” Sherl prompted. “Kat’s out, and it’s not like anyone else can hear...”

Sherl prided himself on being a good secret-keeper. He hadn’t told Kat about Pinstripes’ crush, besides a few snide remarks. He hadn’t turned that street dog, Yapper, over to the pound. And he hadn’t ratted out that mouse who would occasionally nip in to steal Kat’s food...

Pinstripes whispered, “You... you can’t tell Miss Layton. She and her family would hate me...”

“Is it worse than what you did at Richmond Court?” Sherl asked. He made a furtive glance at the door.

“N-no!” Ernest exclaimed, his voice rising a pitch. “It doesn’t even involve me directly... but it does involve... one of my family members.”

Sometimes, Sherl was glad that he couldn’t remember his relatives. He didn’t have to deal with any of that family drama— unless Kat and Ernests’ issues counted as drama.

“Just spit it out,” Sherl growled.

“I... I’m related to Bill Hawks,” Ernest burst out. “Distantly!”

After all the cases Sherl had solved with Kat, that wasn’t too surprising to hear. Sherl cocked his head to the side. “How ‘distant’ are we talking?” He had heard that a lot of Europe’s royal families were related. Did it work the same way with lords and politicians?

“Quite distant... He was my grandfather’s second cousin!” With the cat finally out of the bag, Ernest sighed shakily. He sank on to the settee and tucked his knees under his chin, pulling himself into a tight ball. He looked more like a child than a lanky young man, but then again, he was only nineteen. That was still young by human standards.

“Pinstripes...” Sherl murmured when he heard sniffling. Sherl padded over to the settee and jumped up beside him.

“P-please don’t tell Miss Layton,” Ernest repeated with a whimper. “I nearly— she let me stay... even after what I did. I don’t want to— to hurt her again...”

Knowing Kat, she had probably already discovered the connection between Ernest and Bill Hawks.

It was possible that she had figured out Sherl’s identity as well, but she was keeping quiet. Honestly... Sherl didn’t really mind at that moment.

What would he do if he knew about his past? Track down his family? Would they even be able to understand him? And what if he had left his loved ones on bad terms? He would struggle to make amends with them, and they might be even more upset.

It wasn’t like he could return to his old job, either... unless it involved police work, assisting people with disabilities, or herding sheep. There was always performing— who didn’t love a good dog act?  

But even then, it would be lonely if he couldn’t communicate with anyone.

At least if he stayed here, at the Layton Detective Agency, he could make a difference. He would do his best to help their clients... as well as Ernest and Kat.

Sherl curled up next to Ernest on the settee. After a while, Ernest’s sniffs stopped and he started stroking Sherl’s head.

Maybe one day they would find a way to transform animals into humans... but until then, Sherl didn’t mind being a detective’s dog. There were fates far worse than this.

[clemonade1]

Desert Sands

After reading sooo many fan fictions I was inspired to publish part of my own. Here’s hoping it measures up! Also, if you haven’t checked out @embyrinitalics you REALLY need to get on that.

A short one shot based on memory #4 Blades of the Yiga... spoilers I guess? There should be an epic fluff warning too.

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Here she was at the Gerudo Canyon Stable, roiling uncontrollably after coming this close to losing her life. The vicious sickle raised above her head hungrily glinting in the harsh desert sun, burned into her retinas. Brush strokes becoming more frantic, making her hair more dreaded with each blow, tearing hair out rather than freeing the knots, she closed her eyes tight, for once, wishing to be back at the castle with her maids.

Hands shaking like Death Mountain under Rudania’s weight. Desperately trying to rake her brush through her hair, it was a tangled mess of sweat, sand and fear. Agitated. No, furious at herself and her carelessness. She was not supposed to be some useless princess who had to be saved from attacks. That age old guilt hound gnawed ferociously on her ribs, demanding to be unchained. Exactly whom were you trying to give the slip, oh high and mighty one? Slamming the door on the kennel she went back to anger. It’s far easier to be angry than to deal with what truly lurks below. What are you so afra-

A rough, calloused hand lay gently over hers. She knew who it was without opening her eyes, the fact that he was touching her would normally launch her into a tirade. Somewhere in the deep recesses of where that hound lurked she knew she tried so hard to hate him because she was just a terrified little girl, terrified of how whenever he was near her, or looked at her her heart rose into her throat and her body was sent into high alert, terrified of what that sword on his back heralded, terrified of being alone in her never ending struggle to be good enough.

But this time; maybe it was Urbosa’s motherly nudging, or maybe it was the fact that he’d just slain those who were trying to take her life, she let herself relax. She felt the heat from his palm, very faintly could sense the steady drum of his heart, letting herself hear his breath just above her head. Her own heart slowed, coming down off the adrenaline, her breathing became deeper, less erratic and it was enough to just be here; now.

Taking the brush in his own hand, ever so gently, he started methodically brushing out the weight of the day. From her hair, her mind. Her very core. Feeling his strong, fighting hands work tenderly through her hair was bliss. She felt a sigh she didn’t know she’d held escape her lips. He was far more proficient than any of her maids. Working the knots, one by one before tying her hair in a long, low plait. Savouring the moment, she finally opened her eyes. Turning around to face him, she couldn’t find anywhere appropriate for her eyes to rest, her chest tightened, as her eyes darted from eyes to lips, chest, lips, the wall behind him, back to eyes, she is a Princess after all. “You plait as well? Is there anything you don’t do?” Cringing inwardly as her tongue betrayed her, tone just as spiteful as usual. Why can’t I be nice to him? For a split second she saw emotion crack his usually immovable, stoic face. She saw the hurt. Clawing, scratching, howling was the hound. She was making his life a living hell. Perhaps he wished he had never been chosen so he wouldn’t have to be near her. But he’d saved her life. Even if he despised her, he’d stuck to his oath. Needing to make it up to him, she resolved to be kind.

As he turned to leave her in privacy, well, as much as a stable inn can give you, she wrapped her delicate fingers around his arm. “Wait, Link, I’m sorry. Thank you. For everything. For today, for suffering me, brushing my hair.” She wanted to continue the list, it went on and on after all. Not expecting any reply from him, silence was his chosen response for everything it seemed. Letting go of him she smiled, looking deep into his cerulean eyes, she couldn’t read him at all. Infuriating. How could he be so together all the time? “I am your shield against the darkness, your weapon, Princess.” He bowed to her, turning to leave once more. Stunned into silence, he’d actually spoken. How long had it been since she’d heard his voice? It sent chills through her to hear him.

Returning with food for the Princess, he set it down on the table in front of her. “I’d like you to eat with me,” She quietly stated, avoiding his piercing stare. He shook his head. “It’s not correct, Princess.” More words, she was on a roll and found herself wanton for more. Pulling rank on him she announced, “I command you to eat with me.” Link's hand reached to scratch the back of his head, a little awkward quirk he had, and he shifted his weight unsteadily from foot to foot. Scuttling over to the counter, he came back with a plate of food for himself, he seemed unsure what to do next. “Sit, Link, sit across from me.” Like an obedient dog, he sat exactly where she had motioned for him to. Noticing how his eyes were now the ones with no where to rest comfortably, she started to eat, keeping his darting gaze clearly in her peripheral vision she noticed him cautiously surveying her, thinking she wasn’t noticing. “I want to start over. I have been unimaginably cruel to you. I hope you can forgive me.”

Eyes widening, he looked shocked, perhaps he had looked this innocent when he’d had the misfortune of drawing that sword. “Forgiveness is not necessary Princess. You have done nothing but treat me as you see fit.”

This was going to be harder than she thought. Was this really the same boy who had, just minutes ago caressed her hand, brushed her hair free of its tangled nest and tenderly tied it back in a plait for her? The same boy who had thrown himself in front of her guerrilla foes earlier that day without a second thought for his own safety? Finishing their silent meal she pushed him, “Where did you learn to tend to hair that way?” The words hung in front of her mouth like breath on a frosty morning. Waiting for a reply, watching him search for the words, as if speaking was hard work. “My mother. She struggled a lot after my father left for his duties to the Crown. Doing her hair was the only thing I could sit still long enough to ease her strain, it helped her to relax.”

“Did your father not send money for staff?”

“He sent all he could. Knights wages are meagre unless they’re out exploring and collecting lucrative treasures.” Hurriedly, he added, “We never went without. She made sure of it.”

“How is your mother now? Has she got staff now you’re my appointed knight?”

The silence was palpable, his gaze shifted, looking past her shoulder. He doesn’t want to say it.

“She’s with the Godesses now.”

Oh. The hound was hungrily salivating now.

“I’m sorry.” Was all she could muster. Sitting in silence for a few minutes longer, Zelda couldn’t think of what to do next. This hadn’t gone how she had planned at all. Clearing her throat, she stood, her knight shot to his feet as she turned to go to bed “Good night, Link. Thank you again. For the desert,” She paused, adding quietly, “And for dinner.” It felt weak, but so did she, the adrenaline had worn off a long time ago and creating conversation was seriously hard work with someone who’d been silent for months. She lay in bed, absentmindedly stroking her long plait. Drifting into an agitated sleep, dreaming of a boy who perhaps wasn’t the mindless killing machine, who had had everything in life given to him on a silver platter she had assumed him to be.

Her knight sat, ever vigilant, unsleeping, unwavering on the ground at the foot of her bed. Back to the post, right knee up, his arm resting across his knee heavily. Ready to protect His Princess at a moments notice… though his mind continually wandered to her uncharacteristic kindness that evening, the warmth that radiated through him when she’d touched his arm.

[elk-and-thearchivist]

Verses

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A record of all my AUs!

You can ask / ask about any of them!

Tag for primary information posts is #alternate universe, while tag for any AU content is #au.

[Here] is a map of all timelines! May not be up to date. 

Note: Wiki, as a being that exists in all time, is tangentially aware of alternate universes. They have the strongest sense for their own timeline, and usually aren’t aware of things from other universes and timelines unless they’re seeking it. 

I have been and will continue calling alternate timelines alternate universes, but I do distinguish them in my mind - ATs are verses where the timeline splits, while true AUs exist in entirely different settings, i.e. gijinka AU, modern AU. Wiki is even less aware across true AUs, but some experience can bleed through. 

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Sci-Fi / Detroit: Become Human AU

The year is 2038. Hallownest has been transformed by the androids developed by CyberNest, the bug-like machines integrating into almost every aspect of life. However, there may be more than meets the eye in the history of CyberNest. More and more androids are becoming “deviant,” causing unpredictable behavior, and a mysterious malware known only as the “Radiant Virus” has been sweeping across every kind of machine, causing corruption and violent behavior in androids.

More on the Story | Android Info 

Inspired by sad-1st‘s DBH AU doodles! Currently takes so many external elements of inspiration that it has expanded far beyond the scope of just DBH. 

Tag: #dbh au

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Dragon AU

Everything is the same, except they’re all dragons.

Vessels wear masks that they cannot remove. They’re born grayscale (might be darker or lighter), but can consume various minerals to gradually change the color of their scales. Reversion to grayscale happens a lot more slowly than gaining the color, so a vessel could consume a bit of color and be set for a while. They don’t need to eat anything, either, but minerals do strengthen their scales/claws/horns.

Tag: #hk dragon au

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Heralds of Light (AT)

Elk, Wiki, and Heart find a back door to the Black Egg and strike a deal with the Radiance to act as her speakers, as heralds of her renewal. THK is freed, Radiance learns to love again, Dreamers awaken, Hallownest is reborn.

Oh, but Monomon doesn’t wake for quite some time and the other two Dreamers think Wiki is her for a solid bit

Made in collaboration with zykaben / heart-the-vessel !

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Tag: #heralds of light au

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Lifeblood (AT)

At the brink of erasure, Elk and Wiki are granted new life, imbued with the essence of lifeblood. It changes them, fills their emptiness with blessed light. Now, they wander the world, still seeking knowledge. But every mind they touch now seems cleansed, lifted.

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Tag: #lifeblood au

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Grimm Troupe (AT)

While in deep stasis, perhaps never to be awoken again, Elk and Wiki felt a new presence enter their realm. Subconsciously, they called out to it, and it reached out to them in turn. Grimm found them, and gave them a spark of scarlet flame - just enough to awaken them from their stasis. After following around the Troupe for a while, they joined it officially.

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Tag: #grimm troupe au

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Godseeker (AT)

Infinite knowledge lies not in the minds of mortal bugs. No, it is through the minds of greater beings that all shall be revealed. No god shall escape our attunement!

Elk and Wiki join the Godseeker dream, chasing the knowledge of gods.

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Tag: #godseeker au

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Fusion AU

In which everyone is capable of fusing.

Tag: #fusion au

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Gijinka AU

In my particular gijinka AU, vessels have actual horns made of a smooth bone-like material; the insides (mouth, tongue, blood, etc.) of void beings are black, as well as nails and sclera; white irises and hair (normally), vessels typically wear a black full-body suit (hence the appearance of gloves); vessels do not need to eat/drink/sleep but are able to. I might add or change things later, we’ll see.

Tag: #gijinka au

Modern Gijinka AU

The same as Gijinka, but in a modern era. 

Tag: #modern gijinka au

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[theroadtoindigo-go]

Undesirable Truth, Part 6

               It was time for the spring festival. The entire time Tails and I were working in the shop, the nearby village was preparing for the festival and we hadn’t even noticed. It would have passed us by if we hadn’t gone into town to visit the hardware store. The town was already a very lively and well-kept place but they went all out for the spring festival. Even the trees had prepared their branches with soft pink blossoms. The air beneath them was thick with the smell of their pollen and the sky was shining bright blue through branches. Every storefront and street corner were decorated with bright flowers and there were vibrant banners and flags everywhere. I could see the town square from where I was standing, it was full of people gathering there to set up strings of lights, carnival style games and more vendor stands. The noise from all the hustle and bustle was overpowering the sound of music pouring out from the already up and running stands that were selling food, art work, toys and all sorts of attractive things. I felt inexplicably drawn toward the smell of fried food and popcorn that was wafting over on a cool breeze. Children were running around, playing and having fun, they all carried flowers or some manner of plant life in their hands as if they were the heralds of spring itself. It was a picture of joy and festivity, not too long ago this was a place I could’ve only dreamed of!

               As I was taking it all in, Tails became distracted by a vendor selling sparklers, glowsticks, and all manner of light themed fun. I could see he was already calculating the price of the vendor foods against the price of the sparklers in front of him and the amount of money he had saved up. I chuckled and left him to make his very tough decision so I could inspect one of the banners with the festival information printed on it. As it hung from the lamp post I read that the dance that Amy mentioned was taking place tonight. I hadn’t even thought about it until now, but I didn’t think I remembered how to dance. This wasn’t a dire realization, after all I could sit back this year and then participate with more confidence next year. But there was the sinking feeling that Amy would not let that stand.

Speaking of whom, she was quick to spot us. After we greeted each other, she asked a very poignant question.

“When are you getting ready for the festival?”

I blinked.

“Uh…”

I hadn’t thought about that part either. All of this actually took me by surprise.

Amy laughed.

“You’re going to at least clean up, right?”

I looked down at my hands, they were oil stained and a bit worn from working on Metal all this time.

“Ya’know…” I stated, “I probably should.”

“Why don’t you join me at my house and we can get ready for the dance together? It’ll be fun!”

Amy had a house?

“Uh... Sure! That sounds fun!”

“Alright! I’ll stop by and pick you up!”

We soon waved goodbye and parted ways. Tails walked over with two packs of glowsticks in each hand.

               “Ready to go home?” He asked.

“What about the hardware store?”

“…Oooh.” He groaned and sulked back to the light vendor to return a couple of his purchases.

He seemingly forgot to add the prices of the parts that we needed to his mental calculations.

               Metal’s rehabilitation was going very well. His parts, though a little on the haphazard side, were mending nicely. We had attached his head back to his torso, the arms were also attached but we had the wiring wrong so he couldn’t quite move them yet. All the hard work I put into reprogramming him did make a dent in his violent tendencies but it didn’t necessarily make him play nice. He was still stubborn in regard to his mission objective which I was having the hardest time overwriting. When we entered the workshop again, we found Metal off the worktable we had left him and crawling across the ground on his arms which until a moment ago we thought were inoperable. As soon as the door swung open and we walked in, all the movement was caught by the motion detectors in his eyes and he made a mad dash for us though his arms were fighting him. They seemed to move on their own the same way a baby’s arms do, he reached for me but instead of a reach it was more of a flail. Baby arms or not, this was dangerous.

               Tails and I knew what to do, if we just stood still, he wouldn’t see us and give up. He was inches away, he paused, reached out at the air just in front of us as a way of feeling out if anything was there. Once that came up with nothing, he turned around and started dragging himself across the floor to find his other pieces. Tails started creeping behind him to reach the laptop so we could shut him off. Neither of us dared make a sound. He had almost reached the computer when Knuckles walked in behind me.

               “I thought I told you two that you weren’t allowed to work in here without me!”

Metal turned around immediately, his eyes burning at Knuckles, the two were about to charge at each other but I warned Knuckles not to move. Metal shambled toward us as fast as he could then stopped halfway, he turned his head to look for us. I made the barest whisper.

“Stay… completely still.”

He followed my instructions as Metal continued to look for us.

Knuckles breathed back, “Why is this working?”

“We used motion detectors for his eyes, remember? He can’t see us clearly unless we move.”

We stood there frozen; our eyes locked on Metal who was trying his best to find us. He even called out P0-L0 as if I was dumb enough to fall for it. Knuckles grumbled a bit.

“…This is a bad time for my nose to itch.”

Tails could just barely reach the laptop but he was on the edge of Metal’s peripheral vision. He took the chance and reached as slowly as his could in hopes of grabbing the computer without being seen. Metal whipped around and started toward him. Knuckles charged forward to protect him but Metal caught Knuckles’ fist and started to squeeze. Knuckles reacted on instinct and tried to shake him off. It was like watching two feral crocodiles fighting. Tails was startled by Metal’s charge and had dropped the laptop. He was doing his best to get it working. With Metal distracted by Knuckles, and Tails unable to get the laptop to shut Metal down I needed to use the song to put him to sleep but I couldn’t remember what it was.

               “Tails! What was that song we were supposed to sing to put him to sleep?”

“I don’t remember!”

Metal heard my voice and remembered his mission, he swiped at Knuckles and cut him with his free hand. As Knuckles reacted to the pain. Metal pushed himself at me and nearly grabbed me but I jumped up onto the worktable to avoid his grasp.

               “Cherry!” Knuckles exclaimed and ran over to help me but Metal turned and swiped at Knuckles again, almost cutting his legs. Knuckles stopped just out of reach.

Metal tried to climb up the table while also keeping Knuckles away. Knuckles never took his eyes of Metal. He and Metal were in a mental battle against each other, Knuckles was trying to land a punch in the right place and Metal had his hand ready to grab Knuckles’ fist. It seems he had adapted to his rewired arms quickly. Then Knuckles paused. He sang.

“Your last surprise~”

THAT WAS IT!

Tails and I sang in unison and Metal slumped into the floor. It worked.

               With that disaster over a new one had begun, Knuckles was furious.

���I told you not to put that thing together! Why doesn’t anyone ever listen to me?!” He exclaimed.

I stood up on the worktable so I had the higher ground for once.

“We were doing just fine until you showed up!”

“You call a killing machine running loose in the workshop ‘doing just fine’?? What would you have done if that thing got a hold of you when I wasn’t here?”

“He would have been shut off before he even got a chance!”

“No way! You’re lucky I showed up in time to save you two! Maybe next time I’ll just sit back and watch so you can learn your lesson!”

“The only lesson I’d be learning is how much easier things would be if you just stayed out of it!”

“Oh, yeah?! Well you-! You’re still too small to be taken seriously!” he crossed his arms and turned away.

“I am NOT too small!” I retorted then I saw something red on his cheek.

He was bleeding. I sighed heavily. With all this excitement, and all the tantrums I had forgotten that he probably was as scared as we were and he had gotten hurt on top of it all.

               “Alright, you big baby, let’s go clean up that cut on your face.” I grumbled and climbed down from the table, “Do you guys have a first aid kit?” I asked Tails.

Tails was busy bemoaning his poor broken laptop to notice my question. Knuckles seemed surprised he was injured in the first place; he touched his cheek to try figuring out what I was talking about. I led him into the kitchen and told him to clean off his cheek with soap and water while I looked for some bandages. They weren’t anywhere in the kitchen, I checked the bathroom, not there either. I had almost given up on looking for them when I checked a drawer in the coffee table in the living room. Why on earth were they kept there? I came back to the kitchen to find he was drying off his cheek with the back of his hand. By the state of his gloves I knew that wasn’t a sanitary idea.

“Nuh-uh! Wash it again.”

“What do you mean ‘wash it again’? I just did that!”

“And you dried it off with your grimy glove, so do it again!”

He grumbled and went back to the sink but not without sending me a glare over his shoulder. I watched him clean up the cut and handed him a paper towel to dry off with. He protested to putting on a bandage and we fought about it for a while.

“I’m not walking around with that stupid thing on my face!”

“Quit being such a baby! It’s fine!”

“And stop calling me that! I’m taller than two of you combine!”

“So you’re a big baby! So what? Just let me stick this thing on your face so I can get back to work!”

               By the time I finally got to go back to work, Tails had left to go to the hardware store again to get parts to now repair the laptop. Knuckles and I had the workshop to ourselves, unfortunately. As soon as put on my work apron Knuckles asserted his opinion on the matter by promptly picking Metal up and carrying him away.

“Hey! Where are you going with that?” I demanded.

“To the dump!” He replied.

“Oh no you don’t! What would Tails think if he found out you threw away his project?”

“I’ll live.”

He was on his way out of the workshop but I grabbed his tail and tried to pull him back in. His back straightened and he looked back quickly.

“Hey! Let go of that!”

“Put him down first!”

He grunted and reached back to grab me. I stepped aside. He reached on the other side and I stepped again, we spun in a little circle until I tugged just a little bit harder.

“Hey! Quit that!” He grunted, “I’m not a toy!”

“And that’s not trash!” I tugged again.

“OW! Quit it!” He glared at me.

I glared back.

“Don’t make me pull your squiggly tail off!”

“…It’s not squiggly!” he muttered and dropped Metal on the nearest desk.

I sighed with relief and let his tail go. He went and sat down in his usual seat against the wall and scowled. I could finally work in piece.

An hour went by and Knuckles had fallen asleep, no snoring this time. I detached Metal’s arms and switched him back on, his eyes flickered on and he looked at me.

“ChR-Bm…” He chirped.

“Shush now, you’ll wake up Knuckles. Ya’know, it wasn’t very nice cutting his face like that. You’ll need to apologize as soon as you can talk.”

He looked away stubbornly.

“Heeeey! Don’t be like that, be thankful he didn’t tear you to pieces. Or throw you in the dumpster.”

Metal looked at Knuckles and chimed.

“bUm.”

I chuckled, “Don’t call him a bum! Do I have to sing you to sleep again?”

Metal dimmed his eyes and replayed a recording of Knuckles’ snores.

I wheezed.

“Stooop! Be nice! He’s gonna be one of your friends someday!”

“bUm!”

I started to laugh. This was the Metal Sonic I knew. It was good to have him back.

“He’s not gonna like that when he wakes up and sees your being a stubborn bucket!” I teased.

There was a knock on the door to the workshop then Amy stepped in.

               “Cherry?” She called.

“Yeah, I’m over here~!” I shut Metal off so he wouldn’t scare her.

“Oh, wow! It’s… kind of a mess in here.” She stated and walked in, “Tails wanted me to let you know he was going to send time at the festival. Do you want to go get ready?”

“Oh! Um, yeah! Let me just clean up a bit.” I started putting a few tools away.

“Should I wake up Knuckles and let him know?”

“Naw!” I snickered, “Let him figure it out.”

               At Amy’s house, I was surprised at how much space she had and how much tidier the place was. It was a bit of a relief stepping into her home after being in Sonic and Tails’ bachelor pad for so long. I took my shoes off before stepping anywhere past the front door. This was that kind of home. Amy thought it was funny.

“You don’t need to take your shoes off, it’s fine.” She stated.

I left my shoes off anyway.

“Okay,” Amy began, “I’ve got my makeup-set ready on the bathroom counter. And I thought maybe we could style our hair first.

I shrugged, it seemed like a good plan though I knew she’d be doing most of the work unfortunately. We started on our hair there were a few tools I was familiar with like the straightener and curler but since Amy was a hedgehog, she had a lot of other quill shaping tools that I found rather frightening. I picked one up and inspected it. It looked almost like a potato peeler with a fancy handle.

“Uh…”

“Oh, that’s a quill sharpener. I use it on my bangs to curl them.”

My eyes went wide and I gingerly set it back down. She snickered and shook her head.

“Don’t worry, we won’t be using that for you.” She teased and started examining the fur on the back of my head. I never really called it hair; it was too short to be called that in my opinion.

“It’s gotten a little longer!” She stated.

“Wait! Really?” I reached back there to see what she meant, sure enough. It was longer! I could run my fingers through it and everything. I never thought it could really get that long, at this rate I might actually have a full head of hair if I left it untrimmed for long enough. It made me wonder why this never occurred back at the base when I was working. Then I remembered the brush. I was given a brush that pulled on my hair every time I used it. I hated it but it was the only one I had. It must have been designed for keeping my fur short.

Amy smoothed down my hair and curled the ends up with her fingers to see how that would look.

“Hm… That seems like a good look for you. But why is your fur so rough?” She asked.

I shrugged.

“Don’t they have any conditioner at Sonic’s place?” She teased but when she registered my blank expression her tone changed. “Do you… not use conditioner?”

“I… No? I just used soap? Was… -Am I not supposed to?”

“Oh, you poor thing…” Amy tisked and shook her head. “No wonder your fur always looked so dry. Here…” She handed me a bright green bottle, the label read ‘two-in-one body wash for sensitive skin’, I popped the cap open, it smelled like lavender. “I want you to use this on your fur from now on. You can’t keep using bar soap like that. It damages your fur, okay?”

I sheepishly took the bottles, “Okay… But how much am I supposed to use? Do I really use this on everything?”

I ran my hand through my newly discovered hair again and found a piece of plastic from one of Metal’s parts in it. Amy tisked and insisted I clean up in the shower.

“I can’t style anything with plastic in it.”

She was right about the body wash versus the soap. My fur was so coarse before but now felt cleaner and silkier. I didn’t think I could really feel that soft, and my fur seemed to shine. When I was done, I put on my new dress and helped Amy with her quills. She wanted to curl them, she showed me how to use the curler but I already seemed familiar with it. Soon all her quills were curled perfectly and it only took a few minutes. I supposed that I had a muscle memory that stayed with me all this time. Next, I helped her with her makeup, that didn’t go as smoothly so we settled for doing our own. I still needed help. It was frustrating knowing what I wanted to look like but not being able to implement it.

I was very thankful for Amy’s patience. As soon as we were ready, we marched out into town to celebrate the festival with our friends. We found them in the park waiting in line for the bumper cars. I could see Knuckles was irked that I left him asleep in the workshop by himself. But soon the grimace on his face transitioned to withdrawn confusion all the while he was peeling off the bandage I had stuck on his face. I smacked it right back on.

“Don’t touch it!” I warned.

“Tiny??” He sputtered then growled, “What’s the big idea ditching me in the workshop, huh?”

               “He was scared that you drew on his face again.” Tails snickered.

“I was not!” Knuckles retorted.

               “You ladies wanna join us?” Sonic asked.

“Only if I you promise me a dance.” Amy teased and batted her eyelashes at Sonic.

“No thanks, I’m good!” He turned away and tried to play it cool.

“I’ll dance with you, Amy.” I teased and gave her a smirk.

She snickered, “Girl, thanks. Sorry Sonic, you missed your chance.”

We all had fun in the bumper cars, I did my best to target Knuckles as much as possible. He gave me enough grief that day and it was time for some pay back. After the cars, we went and played some of the little fare games a lot of the small prizes were flower seeds, or bouquets, I saw a little arts and crafts stand and tried to learn how to make a flower crown out of daisies. It was a lot harder than I thought. Tails won himself a kite and immediately wanted to try it out. We found a spot in the park and sat down to have vendor food for dinner while Tails tried to get his kite as high as possible. We had to tell him flying it up there himself was cheating. His food was getting cold anyway.

               With all the people around and with all the noise I was starting to get a little overwhelmed and snuck back to the workshop to get some peace and quiet. I sat down next to Metal and sighed. He didn’t get to have fun like I did today. Even though he was scary sometimes, there was a personality underneath all that machinery. I just needed to dig it out. Knuckles walked into the workshop to see me pensively staring at Metal’s powered down face and huffed.

“Why is it that I’m not allowed to ditch the party but you get to leave whenever you want?”

I woke up from my rumination and looked up at him.

“Oh, it’s you.” I pouted.

I leaned forward on my arms against the worktable. I wasn’t ready to go back to the party yet.

“Don’t you think you’ve spent enough time in here already?” Knuckles asked.

“It just didn’t seem fair that I got to go have fun without him…” I replied.

Knuckles was obviously confused.

“But he’s just a robot!” He said as he took a seat next to me. “It’s not like he feels anything like that.”

“I know…”

“What’s got into you anyway? Suddenly you’re treating him like he isn’t a threat, like he’s a person and for what? It’s not like he knows what that means.”

“He isn’t a threat, he’s a friend!” I sighed, “It’s a long story anyway…”

“…Well, I’m not in any hurry to go back out there.”

I looked at him to figure out if he was actually interested. He returned my gaze with expectance.

“Back at that base, I didn’t have any one. I was pretty much the only living thing in that place the whole time. But I had Metal. I just really wanted someone to talk to, it didn’t matter if he wasn’t a real person or not. At least he was there. After a while, I started working on making him act like he was alive, I taught him games. How to make jokes. He started playing back recordings as a way to talk. For a little while it almost felt… real.”

Knuckles bowed his head, he seemed to be familiar with the kind of loneliness I was talking about. I continued.

“One day, Eggman called him away on a mission. I didn’t see him for months. I missed him so much, that I even tried to call him to find out where he was. He never answered. When I finally got to see him again, he was torn to shreds. It made me really upset to see him like that. I did my best to help fix him, but Eggman took over the whole process and pushed me out. By the time Metal was all patched up, all my hard work was erased. He didn’t even hang around me anymore. All the time I spent making him a friend went out the window because it ‘wasn’t what he was built for’. I lost my only friend… Even if it wasn’t real. I just… really wanted to see him again.”

Knuckles looked at Metal’s empty head on the table then back at me.

“So, all this stuff you’ve been doing is about that, huh?”

“I guess...”

“Then, if you ask me, Metal was never your friend in the first place.”

I glared at him, “How could you say that?!”

“You were just filling him with parts of yourself. That’s what you were friends with.”

That caught me off guard, but he was right. The more I thought about it, the worse it felt.

“I can’t totally understand what it was like in that place, but I know what it’s like to be completely alone for a good part of your life. The thing is, you have friends now. You’ve got Sonic and Tails and Amy...”

“And what? you?” I scoffed.

“I wouldn’t go that far. But you’ve found people in your life now. So why go back to the robot?”

“I thought it was to give him a second chance… I thought for sure I was seeing something alive in him all those years ago. But now that you put it that way…”

“Are you finally gonna drop this whole thing already?” He asked.

“Well… But when he-!”

“He? Tiny, it’s a machine! A bunch of scrap for a body and a bunch of numbers for a brain! Just drop it already!”

I turned away. I didn’t like that he was starting to raise his voice or that he was starting to make sense. He sighed and scratched the nape of his neck.

“Cherry… I know it’s hard trying to put your trust in new friends. But it’s worth the risk. You just gotta put the effort in.”

“…What am I gonna do with him then? I can’t just leave him.”

“We can figure that out later. But right now… Why don’t we go back outside? I… Kinda wanted to see fireworks…” He bashfully admitted.  

I lightly chuckled and looked back at him.

“Look at you being such a big softie! If I didn’t know any better, I’d start to think you have a soft spot for me~!”

“Don’t get any ideas!” He retorted. “This stays between us, got it?”

We went back out and rejoined the group. We were just in time for the fireworks. We sat and watched the bright colors blast into the sky and gracefully fall and fade away. Once that was over the dance began. I followed my original plan and stood in the back as I watched everyone else dance. The slow dance was announced and the quick beats of the music started to die down to a slow ballad while everyone started shuffling away from the dance floor to let the couples, old and young, take the stage. I watched Amy do her best to pull Sonic onto the dance floor with her, she had a good grip on his arm and was tugging with all her might but he had a strong grip on a light pole with his other hand and would not budge. It was pretty entertaining. I knew Sonic really cared for Amy but he was funny about the way he showed affection and this kind of public display was not his forte. Poor Amy just wanted to dance. Maybe later I’d ‘accidentally’ leave some music playing in the workshop and ask them both to ‘turn it off’ or something.

Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, it was Knuckles. What could he want? He looked a little flustered. Did he want to ask me to DANCE??? Dear Lord No!

“Hey, I uh… Didn’t get to say this earlier. You look really different; I actually didn’t recognize you when you walked in.”

Was that a compliment?

“Thanks… I guess.”

               “Hey!” Tails exclaimed, “They’re gonna play my favorite song soon! Do you guys wanna dance with me?”

“Only if you make sure this Big Baby doesn’t step on my feet!” I nudged Knuckles in the ribs with my elbow.

“No promises, Tiny!” He replied with a smile.

               The couples dance was soon over. Too soon for Amy to get that slow dance she wanted unfortunately but she’d have her day yet. Next was a bop for the friendships. People were bouncing onto the dance floor with whoops and smiles. I was still hesitant. I still hadn’t figured out if I could dance. If I couldn’t I knew Knuckles would never let me live it down either. I almost backed out of my promise until I saw the eager smile on Tails’ face. I had to do it. I looked to Knuckles for reassurance. He had the same drive. And to be honest, Tails was like everyone’s favorite little brother, and if he asked you to dance with him, how could you possibly say no? We strutted into the crowd of dancers and started moving to the music. The rhythm of the song was easy to identify, before I knew, I was moving in tandem with it and having fun. My feet moved freely and at that point it didn’t matter how any of my motion looked. What matter was who I was dancing with and the fact that we were all having fun together.

               Sonic was quick to join in, Amy followed. We had a whole group of our own but Knuckles seemed to be slipping to the back to try avoiding any attention. He really was a big baby! I stepped toward him with the purpose of getting him back into the click. He wasn’t getting off that easy! He tried to wave me off but I only grabbed his hands and pulled him back in. I told him to just follow my steps and follow the beat. It really wasn’t that hard after all.

He seemed to finally be enjoying himself when there was a loud whistle like a firework going off and something flew right past us. It landed and tore up the ground as it halted to a stop. Everyone backed away, it took me a while to see what it was until the dust cleared. Through the clouds of debris, I could see the bright red lights of Metal Sonic’s eyes staring directly at me. But how? How did he get here in one piece? How did he repair himself? I didn’t have time to think. All my friends charged at him. Striking when they could to keep him from reaching me. But Metal had the crowd to his advantage. Any time they were ready to strike, he would duck behind an innocent bystander. No one could get out of the way fast enough; he was always able to find new cover. Sonic tried to out match Metal by trying to predict where he would go next a beat him to the punch. They moved so fast that the others couldn’t keep up. Tails flew above and tried to crowd control people to safety to try removing Metal’s advantage. Amy was doing the same. Knuckles stood his ground next to me. Ready for when Metal would eventually try to gun it for me.

I looked around at all the panic and havoc, people were screaming and running for safety. This was supposed to be a time for celebration. This was supposed to be a place of comfort. This was a small village where everyone knew each other, they all depended on each other and now they were scattered. This was all my fault! If I hadn’t brought Metal to this place, they would all still be safe! I wanted to help. I thought about his shut-off code, if he could hear it, there was a chance he would shut down and we could bury him for good. As much as it hurt to have to do that to him, it was the only way.

“Knuckles! I need him to hear the song!”

“What?”

“The song that shuts him down. I need him to hear it!”

Knuckles looked back at me in aggravation then back to Sonic who has now fighting Metal one on one. Knuckles motioned for me to climb up on his back.

“Alright, Tiny, you’d better be right about this!”

We got close enough for Metal to hear me and I shouted my lungs out. It was nearly working; I could see his eyes dimming but he’d snap out of it somehow. Sonic joined in when he could, when he did it seemed to work enough to slow Metal down so Sonic or Knuckles could get a strike in. Eventually Metal shut down. I got down from Knuckles’ shoulders and took a breath.

               “Not bad, Cherry!” Sonic winked.

I shook my head, “This is all my fault…”

“You didn’t tell Metal to come to the party, did you?”

“I’m serious! I… I should never have started this…”

               “Hmph!” Knuckles crossed his arms, “That’s what I’ve been saying all along! It’s about time you listened!”

I looked down at my reflection in Metal’s powered down eyes. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had lost something.

“Hey, don’t feel so bad.” Sonic reassured me, “You did your best to give him that second chance. It’s not your fault that he didn’t take it.”

I started to smile again.

“Thanks guys, I-”

Before I could finish, Metal Sonic awoke and took the opportunity to grab me and bolt. Sonic and Knuckles chased after each one grabbing my hands. I held on to them for dear life. Metal made tight turns to throw them off and at one point I nearly lost an arm. I tried to pull Sonic closer but my muscles were too weak. Knuckles took a leap and grabbed onto Metal’s back, I held onto Knuckles to help him stay on. Metal thrashed around to shake him off. He sped past a tree a couple times, making a gash in the trunk with each pass. As the tree broke and fell, Metal ran through the branches. Knuckles got smacked in the face with a particularly strong branch and lost his grip. Sonic was on the other side of the tree blocking Metal’s path. Metal rammed into Sonic, knocking the air out of both him and me. Sonic got back on his feet, Knuckles was close by and Amy and Tails had returned to the fight. By that point Metal realized he could not get away with me in one piece but that I was his bargaining chip to escape. He held my neck with one hand and pressed the tip of his finger from the other hand into my temple. He was starting to apply pressure and I hissed in pain.

Everyone had to stand by. Metal started to back up, taking me with him as everyone looked to each other for ideas then back to me. I reached for them, I tried to pry Metal’s hand from my throat but he just squeezed. By this point I was shaking and tears were streaming down my cheeks. Don’t! I thought, Please! Don’t let him take me away! At this point there was nothing they could do. Then I heard Eggman’s voice played back on Metal’s mission recording:

“I don’t care what it takes for you to bring her back. Even if you have to kill her!”

If they tried anything, he was going to kill me. After having successfully sent his message across, Metal scooped me up and took me away from my friends and my new life. I watched them shrink in the distance behind us, my new life was over.

.   .   .

Thank you for reading!

You can find the previous chapters here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13241826/1/Undesirable-Truth

[forthelulzy]

Heaven By Violence: Prologue

(Posted in full without links ‘cause Tumblr!)

Irene Trevelyan has never known peace. For all her life she’s been the tempest — deadly, unpredictable, constantly moving. And just when she finds the one port in the storm that is her life, it’s torn away again in the same disaster that branded her a savior to the faithful.

She’d be the first to tell you it should’ve been her who died and her husband who lived to become the Herald.

No walls Can keep me protected No sleep Nothing in between me and the rain And you can't save me now, I'm in the grip of a hurricane I'm gonna blow myself away — “Hurricane Drunk”, Florence + the Machine

“Trevelyan!”

He jolted awake just as he had started to dream, the Fade creeping in as it always did, before the distant shout from the yard below startled it out.

Someone had called his name. His surname, which was odd, as no one ever called him that. It was always Maxwell, a perfectly inconspicuous address that did not immediately label him a scion of the most pure, most pious, most assuredly mage-free of all the noble houses in the Free Marches. It was dangerous, to call attention to Bann Trevelyan’s firstborn son. Everyone knew who he was, but no one acknowledged it.

He leaned out the window just as the call came again, louder. There was the caller, a tower of armor reflecting the midmorning sun…

Maxwell swore. What could he have possibly done to get the Knight-Captain’s attention? Unless his father finally decided to be done with him once and for all.

But then one of the recruits, a blond woman who had been working through her stances with a greatsword in the far corner of the busy training yard, jogged over and saluted.

And Maxwell had the rare experience of simultaneous relief and horror.

By that night he had exchanged all his outstanding favors. Information, the currency of choice in the Circles, was scarce. Her name was Irene, and she was trueborn, or acknowledged as such. Why the Order retained her at Ostwick remained a mystery, as did the pressing issues of when she would graduate to full templar and where they would assign her when she did.

It wasn’t like he could do anything anyway. If they wanted his little sister breathing down his neck in the library, or whatever else, he’d just have to arm himself with his only available weapon: Knowledge.

They intercepted him on his way back to the dorms within the month.

It was one of the few times Maxwell was looking forward to his bed, and the cold embrace of the Fade. His eyes hurt from reading potion bottles all afternoon and evening. Perhaps this made him slow, made him mistake the thump of metal boots coming straight for him for something innocent, something normal.

“Maxwell Trevelyan?”

Everyone knew who he was, but no one acknowledged it.

A Templar would not have to ask.

He did not realize this, though, until he had dutifully started to follow them back down the hall, the two recruits wearing the armor they’d just been given that very afternoon.

And he did not truly realize what he had gotten himself into until some time later, trapped in a dusty old classroom with five Templars celebrating their promotions to full duty, one of whom was his sister. She’d heard of him too, and she’d just been curious. At first.

He’d been locked away in a Circle most of his life, and the entirety of hers. He did not have the sense to run when the bottle, dark and unlabeled, was brought out. He could have at least attempted to make his excuses when she upended it and drank deep, throat bobbing with each long pull until the bottle was half-gone.

How was he to know? She was his sister. Some part of him, not yet hardened by this place, believed that alone was enough.

[decayingdirk]

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍: alright so! this here is a masterlist of all my currently completed writing, and unlike the masterlists on my fandom blogs (which will be linked in this post as well) there will not be any wips or bullet-point outlines here, and i will not be categorizing the tumblr drabbles separately! you can ask about any fics ive done here, or about my plans for writing in the future (as long as there isnt already a blog for that) but i do not take requests here unless they are for my ocs (whom i will be making a masterlist for Eventually)

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔: - fics posted on my archive  - ‘other’ fics - fics currently under construction - original content 

- 💋 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 -- 🎸  𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆 --  ✂️  𝑻𝒐𝒚𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 -- 📌  𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 -

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒: here are all the fics i have posted publically on the archive - 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦: breathing easy, breathing smoke [bebs] 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: arcane 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩: 18.2k words, 7 chapters 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: incomplete 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤: jayvik, sfw 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤: The first time Jayce sees Viktor actually in the undercity is the first time he sees Viktor comfortable. It's an enthralling sight, even amidst the confusion of a fast-paced errand run in Zaun. - 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦: do the damn dishes, love 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: arcane 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩: 1.1k words, 1 chapter 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: complete 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤: jayvik, nsfw 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤:  A lazy morning in the household of two great scientists, so in love and obsessed with each other that they can barely keep their hands of one another, even to get normal chores done. Though, that could also just be because Jayce doesn't want to do them, even if he does have quite delicious vices to indulge in. - 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦: four geniuses walk into a bar... [4 geniuses] 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: arcane, league of legends 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩: 5.2k words, 1 chapter 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: incomplete 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤: gen/touch of jayvik, machine-herald centric, sfw (violent) 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤:  Singed kidnaps the most prominent minds in Piltover and Zaun, for an unknown but likely malicious experiment. Jayce, Ekko, and Jinx are treated to a front row seat of just how much of a monster Viktor has turned himself into. - 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦: bitter water 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: arcane 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩: 1.6k words, 1 chapter 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: complete 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤: meljayvik, sfw 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤:  Viktor plays the music, Jayce sings the lyrics he wrote, and Mel paints Jayce where he lay, providing Viktor a lap to rest on all the while. They get distracted with each other, as they tend to do. - [all fics beyond this point are old, and i am not necessarily very proud of them] - 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦: bitter like coffee 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: hunter x hunter 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩: 1.4k words, 1 chapter 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: complete 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤: kurokura,  𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤:  A few faces from Kurapika's past show up during dead-hour of a minimum wage job he'd really rather not be working, thanks. - 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦: oh no he’s hot 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: attack on titan 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩: 2.7k words, 1 chapter 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: complete 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤:  jeanmarco, jean pining after the main three, mostly sfw. this fic is for funnies. 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤:  Jean and Marco go to their high school reunion and promptly regret every "we should take a break from all the threesomes to focus on our selves and have us time" pact they've ever made. 'Cause by God, be careful who you bully in high school. - 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦: so fond for you 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: my hero academia 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩: 2.3k words, 1 chapter 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: complete 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤: kiribaku, sfw, fluff 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤: The kisses between Kirishima Eijirou and Bakugou Katsuki throughout the years. The ones worth remembering, anyway.

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒: here are the fics that have not been posted to the archive. this can include tumblr drabbles, particularly good rp responses (edited to make sense, of course), or anything else i simply dont post to ao3 for whatever reason - 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦: untitled 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: arcane 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩: 1.2k words, 1 chapter 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: complete 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤: jayce-centric, angst, sfw 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤: Jayce is falling out of love and dissociating about it, which I use second person to convey. Can you tell I planted my writing roots in Homestuck. - 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦: untitled 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: arcane 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩: 420 words, drabble 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: complete 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤: jayvik angst, jayce-centric, sfw 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤: Jayce is finding it hard to continue reaching out to Viktor when Viktor refuses to reach back and let him help.

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒: these are fics that have previously been posted but were privated because they are old enough now that i fucking hate them. eventually one day they will Probably get reposted. these are in order of newest to oldest so have fun watching me get visibly more and more disgusted with my old work - 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦: ghost town 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: homestuck 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩: 3.4k words, 1 chapter 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯: my grasp on what i wanted to do was very shaky and i rushed the end of it so hard that i ended up hating it after it was up for a week. plus i think i wanna make it part of a series, and if i do that, i wanna write it with a little more intent behind it 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤: alpha dave and rose siblings, mystery, sfw 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤:  On the way to unite with their cousins, David and Roux Lalonde find some shit to run away from, of the paranormal variety, after escaping the home of their parents. - 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦: Bakugou Does So Much 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: my hero academia 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩: 3.1k words, 1 chapter 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯: ohhhh my fucking god its sooooo bad. its SO fucking bad. the concept is good but i just wrote it so fucking poorly and put my own self-indulgence over any level of quality, which always makes me hate fics when i go back to them 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤: poly bakusquad, angst, sfw 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤: One year after becoming a fully licensed Pro-Hero, Bakugou Katsuki is offered a position abroad. The plan was for him to experience Hero work in America for one year, and then he would come back, better than ever. And then he, uh, didn't come back. No one is very happy with him about it. - 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦: When Children Come Into Play 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: my hero academia 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩: 4.5k words, 2 chapters 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯: OHHHH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUCKINGBADJDHCBJASBC i dont even know if i like the Concept of this anymore its so goddamn awful man  𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤: kiribaku, future fic, sfw 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤: Katsuki Bakugou and Ejirou Kirishima are heroes, husbands, and now, teachers. Through the shenanigans of twenty mischievous pre-pubescent heroes, maybe they'll even be good at it. - 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦: There Are Many Tales Of Gods 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: homestuck, percy jackson 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩: 3.1k words, 2 chapters 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯: i actually still really love the concept for this and though the writing itself isnt that bad i could have done the whole thing a lot more justice in just. every respect 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤: gen, adventure, sfw 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤:  There are many tales of Gods. And they are all correct. But they are also all wrong. For the only true gods, the only true creators, are eight teenagers who have no idea what the fuck they're doing. Unfortunately, they're going to have to help save the world anyway. - 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦: Everyone Loves Ray 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: DCs legends of tomorrow 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩: 1.7k words, 6 chapters 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯: man. did you see the fandom? the word to chapter count? do you need more evidence? here it is: its a fucking chat fic 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤: ray palmer x everyone, chatfic, sfw 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤: Ray Palmer volunteers to be a part of a study group and everyone falls in love with him in the group chat. - 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦: Study Group (NO Studying Allowed!) 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: DC’s legends of tomorrow, the flash, arrow 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩: 1.1k words, 4 chapters 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯: guess. i did two nearly identical fics man what the hell 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤: gen, chatfic, sfw 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤: its a quote from the fic and ive already been omitting those but im Not reading this again to come up w a desc for it

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: all my original content worth posting here, of which there is currently none (that i am willing to go search for) -

𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐍𝐃: well, there the fucker is. god hopes ill be able to keep this updated, though i really am gonna try