#which will help a bit cause i can fly people to me instead of always flying to people

[bigothteddies]

bored / not having fun at work today so trying to make vacation and event plans for next year in my head but it’s not going well

[earthtooz]

x : LOVIN' YOU RIGHT :*+ﾟ all of me i'm offering, show you what devotion is !

in which: reo keeps chasing after you because the one thing he knows how to do is love you right.

warnings: 2.2k words, FLUFF, gn!reader, reo is an athlete, post-argument fic inspired by jungkook's 'seven' mv, mentions of food, pet names used by reader and reo, reo is a little bit of a flirt and a lot in love and pathetic bc that's how we like our men!

a/n: I LOVE REO

“what are you doing here?” 

reo looks at the direction of your voice, eyes widening in surprise upon seeing you. there are grocery bags in your hands, you’re wearing the sweater you always wear when running errands, and you’re looking at him like he’s a fly that’s invaded your home, annoyance and exasperation seeping right off you. despite it, his heart flutters alive and reo feels like he can finally breathe after the few days you spent ignoring him. 

“y/n!” he exclaims, a smile making its way onto his face. “hi baby, i’ve missed you!”

just as he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, you swerve aside smoothly, causing the purple-haired’s smile to drop.

“y/n? what was that for?” you don’t answer him, instead slipping past his figure to stand in front of your door, perhaps pressing a little too close for it to be normal, but reo keeps quiet about it. “at least let me help you with your groceries, you can’t unlock a door with both hands-”

“don’t.” you command, struggling with getting your keys out. “why are you here?” 

“wh-what do you mean? i haven’t seen you in three days and i missed you so i came to visit,” he pouts. “did you not miss me?” 

your eye twitches. “i’m still mad at you,” you finally unlock your door, pushing it open and closing it before reo could come in. 

however, that plan is much easier said than done because your boyfriend has better reflexes and is considerably faster than you, so he jams his shoe in between the doorway before you could close it. he makes no move to push it open though. 

“i’m sorry!” he calls out guiltily and he hopes his words reach you through the thin space. “you know i am, i didn’t mean to upset you, and i came to talk it out and make it up to you!”

you peek through the gap, looking reo in the eye. “as much as i appreciate your apology reo, there’s no point in letting you in, i need to go run some errands soon so why don’t you leave and come back later when we can talk.”

“then can i come with you?”

“why? you’re just going to be bored following me around.”

“i’d follow you to the ends of the earth if you allowed me.” 

the silence is deafening, utterly suffocating as reo awaits for a response. he has never wanted to kick down a door so badly in his life because if you spend another millisecond not speaking to him then he might lose his mind, he’d rather die than have you shut him out. 

thankfully, you open up the gap just a little more, allowing him to see more of you, but you don’t meet his eye, looking to the side bashfully instead. “fine, but i’m still mad at you, so don’t get any ideas.”

heaven is on his side, reo decides as he fails miserably at hiding his smile.

“you wait outside though, i’ll be out in a bit.”

“wait, can’t i help you put your groceries away?”

“you don’t even know how to do it properly.”

“i’ll learn for you.”

“another time.”

reo retracts his foot and you close the door with a gentle click, the sight of you being replaced with a wooden plank souring his mood significantly. better than you slamming the door in his face, he supposes, but nevertheless, the purple-haired sighs, moping in front of your door like it was his birthright. 

he only broods for a few minutes maximum because soon enough, he’s reunited with you, trailing behind you like a second shadow as you both make your way through your neighbourhood. the excitement that reo feels practically tangible, leaving a trail of undying devotion, powered by the love he feels for you.

the walk is quiet, filled by sounds of passing cars, birds chirping, and people strolling by that stare a little too long at the purple-haired, either subtly admiring him or wondering why he seemed so familiar. you’re acutely aware of the stares and how strange the sight must be to them. world-class soccer player and multimillionaire trailing behind a nobody as if it was just another day, how unfathomable. 

you wonder if reo gets tired of it.

“what are you doing today?” your boyfriend asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“i need to drop by the bank first of all, then i have some things to return, and then i need to buy some new headphones because mine broke.”

“oh, good to know!”

“reo, i swear, don’t even get the idea about paying for any of it. use your credit card today and i will personally-”

“-okay, okay!” he jokes, defensively putting up his hands. “i won’t.”

“promise?”

“promise.”

you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion, very clearly not believing him before continuing your journey. you know your boyfriend better than anyone and if it’s one thing he’s stubborn with, it’s never letting you pay, but you’re determined and reo is plotting the many ways to break his promise. 

the first method is dropped in front of him like a divine gift, which took shape through a flower stall in front of the mall you planned on going to. reo is a man of taking his chances whenever he sees it. grabbing your hand to stop you from walking any further, reo doesn’t explain his intentions as he wordlessly drags you to the quaint store that had set itself up. 

“reo, no-”

“-this one, please,” reo demands as he hands the bouquet of his choice to the store owner, keeping you in a tight grip before you could run away. 

“reo!”

“that’ll be 7700 yen.”

“that’s too much! reo, stop it! i told you you couldn’t use your credit card today!”

from his pocket, reo fishes out a crisp ‘10000’ bill, dropping it on the platter for cash before speed walking away with the bouquet. “thank you very much, no need for change!”

the protests of the store attendant fades in the background and reo turns to you with a boyish smile, pushing the bouquet into your arms as if you hadn’t witnessed everything that just happened. 

“reo,” you murmur, resolve crumbling as the beautiful arrangement shines up at you and it doesn’t help that your (very charming) boyfriend is looking at you with a pleading look in his eyes, practically begging for you to accept. “i told you not to buy anything-”

“-with my card! you never said anything about cash.” 

“that’s not the point- oh my goodness,” you pinch the bridge of your nose whilst shaking your head, but you quickly admit defeat when a small giggle slips through your lips. 

glancing back up at him, there’s scorn in your eyes but it’s easily contrasted by the gentle smile that dances along your lips. reo feels a warmth spread in his chest, as if he had swallowed the sun and made itself home beside his heart, the same one that begins to race at the sight of you laughing. he is so pathetically devoted to you that it makes him stupid, but he’d buy all the flowers in the world if it will make you smile at him like this. 

“you’re so silly, reo,” taking the bouquet from his relaxed grip, you hug it close to your chest. “thank you though, i love them.”

“i love you,” slips past his lips before he can think.

“ever the smoothtalker, aren’t you?”

you walk away without another word, causing reo to chase after you. “wait, why aren’t you saying it back?”

“still mad.”

reo shuts his mouth, complaints dying on his tongue as he continues following you through the mall. slowly but surely, you make your way through your list of things to do, with the world-class athlete silently losing his mind more and more with each second that you weren’t giving him attention. he needs to plot more ways that would break your resolve, and fast.

his opportunity comes up when the two of you pass by a bakery that catches your eye, your gaze to lingering a little too long on the display of baked goods for reo not to notice. without a second thought, he drags you in with him, your immediate complaints falling on deaf ears. 

“i don’t want anything!” you hiss, trying to keep loyal your stubbornness despite the enchanting smell of baked goods wafting through the air.

“too bad, either you tell me what you want or i’m buying out the whole store,” reo promises, eyes alight with determination.

“i want to go home.”

“aren’t you hungry?”

“there’s food at home, i don’t want to waste any unnecessary money.” 

“it’s not wasting if it’s spent on you, though,” he reasons before ordering the baked goods that he knows you will like, and once again, paying for it with cash. 

“if you’re trying to get me to forgive you by spending your money then forget it,” you mutter, ripping your hand out of his grasp before walking out of the store.

“y/n-” reo begins, cutting himself off as he waits impatiently for his order to get finished packing; not that it takes long before he leaves the store with a branded paper bag in hand, filled with perhaps multiple boxes of baked goods as dashes out to the entrance, prepared to chase after you.

except he doesn’t need to, because you’re standing outside patiently waiting for him, the bouquet of flowers still snug in your arms. its beauty could never compare to yours, reo thinks offhandedly as he approaches you like a magnet. 

“i thought me walking out would deter you,” you murmur, eyeing the bag in his hand. “should’ve known that it wouldn’t work.” 

reo grins, partly out of adoration, mostly because he’s just glad you didn’t actually leave him behind, not that you ever would or could do such a thing. 

“you treat me too well, don’t you think?” you hug the flowers closer to your chest. 

“what? where did that come from?” 

you shrug, not meeting his eyes. “i don’t know, you’re just too good for me sometimes. aren’t you tired?”

a crack resonates through his heart, causing a few pieces to crumble and shatter on the ground. “how could you ever think that?” he says in a panic. “do i need to give you more flowers? i need to call to make you an arrangement soon, i’m so inconsiderate! we can go out next week, i’ll clear my sche-”

two hands are placed of either side of his face and the words die on reo’s tongue. you look at him with a look of fondness that almost makes him cry and fall to his knees. “-i’m sorry, i don’t know where that came from. i just think i got really lucky having someone like you in my life.” 

reo wants to say that its reverse, that he’s the one who landed in a pot of fortune and came out with someone as kind and beautiful as you, but he’ll find the words some other day because he wants to kiss you, badly. 

finally, you say, “thank you love, i appreciate your gifts.” 

he beams and falls harder in love than he already was.

by the time the two of you arrive at your apartment, the sun is beginning to dip belong the horizon and you hold a lot more goods than anticipated, your boyfriend being the one to blame for most of them.

“are you gonna call someone to drive you home?” you ask, stopping in front of your door.

reo frowns, “i guess i could do that.” 

he makes no move for his phone and his pout is a strong indication of what he truly wants. you’ve always been good at reading reo but you’ve never been good at resisting his wishes, so it’s with a faked sigh that you give in.

“fine,” you hold out your hand for him to take and he very happily complies, beaming with a hope so bright that it blinds you. “want to stay the night?”

he almost drops to one knee but doesn’t get the time to because you’re unlocking your door. this time, you’re leaving it open and reo storms in like its his birth right (which it could be. he thinks he was put on this earth to love you and being welcomed in to your apartment might as well be another declaration of love.)

its refreshing to be in your space once more, to bathe in your presence and be welcomed in instead of shut out. as much as you may scorn him, reo’s only place in the universe is beside you, and he’ll take whatever you give so long as it’s you he gets to see at the end of the day.

“reo!” you call out from the kitchen, disrupting his thoughts. “should we have some of those cakes you bought earlier?”

“yeah, i’m coming!” shouts reo, happy, content, and grateful that you will let him love you, because he’s the only one that could do it right.

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[mimikittysblog]

TXT when Someone Badmouths You

Pairing: OT5! TXT x Fem! Reader

Genre: Slight angst, fluff. Hurt to comfort.

Synopsis: How the boys would react when they hear and see someone badmouthing you, their lovely girlfriend.

Warnings: Some jerks bullying you for different reasons. Implied chubby reader for Yeonjun and Soobin, and somewhat body shaming for theirs too. I think that’s it? Please let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Guess who made this instead of their thesis??? Meeeeeee! Anyways hope you guys enjoyed this, especially cause I made it on the fly. Also got a bit carried away with beomgyus lol

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

Yeonjun

Yeonjun decided to go out to take you shopping being the fashonistas you two are. While you’ve always loved clothes and fashion, it was always a bit of a struggle to find your size here in Korea, no actually it was a pretty big struggle, but Yeonjun never minded.

He just wanted to spend time with you and spoil you with whatever you wanted. If the store didnt have your size he’d just look for it online or actually have it custom made. Just for you. Whatever you wanted, its yours in less than a week. You were always grateful for that.

However it still bothered you a bit. It was also always quite embarrassing when you have to walk out of the dressing room to tell him the biggest size didnt fit you. It also doesn’t help when the store clerks are not so subtly or quietly poking fun at you.

“I don’t know why she even tries”

“I know right? Why is he even with her?? Like he clearly takes care of himself. Why can’t she do the same?”

“He deserves so much better.”

Yeonjun obviously heard it too, he isn’t deaf, nor blind cause he sees the looks they give you. He especially sees the small frown that you’re trying so desperately to hide.

“Hmm MY pretty baby” he says as he holds your cheek. “This store is not inclusive huh? How about we just leave and find a better store that values you more, hmm?”

“No yeonjun it’s ju-“

“Hush.” He cuts you off. “This store is clearly not a good one. Cause every good store should always carry beautiful people’s sizes which includes you and they must have RESPECTFUL. Staff too. Don’t you think so pretty baby?” He says as he leans into you.

“I-I guess..?” You say shyly, trying to ignore the harsh glares you’re getting.

“Well thats what I think baby. Come on! Lets find a better store and never come back here, okay beautiful?” He asks as he pats your head.

“Okay” you smile at him.

Before you two leave though, he pulls you in even closer and gives you such a passionate kiss, completely reassuring that he finds you so gorgeous and he doesn’t care what people say about you.

And without your knowledge he also opens his eyes to make eye contact and practically glare at the rude staff that was standing behind you. Seeing their reaction also causes him to smirk into the kiss.

He then pulls away and happily takes you away from that store. Constantly holding you close, to reassure you that he loves your body just the way it is, and he could never be ashamed of you, especially with how firmly and proudly he’s holding on to you.

“Thank you baby” you say as you snuggle into him.

“No one messes with my pretty baby. Remember that.” He said with his charming smirk.

Soobin

You literally only told him you think the weather feels perfect today, and he suddenly already had a picnic basket packed. So here you are now, at the park having a nice picnic with your lovely boyfriend. While he did pack some food from home, you two also went to your local bakery to pick up some of the most delicious bread and pastries ever. You kind of went overboard with how much you bought but you two wanted to have fun and enjoy your day with great food, if you still had some left you can easily bring them home. So it didn’t matter to the both of you.

That is until another couple who were also having a picnic nearby decided to stare at you and the large amount of food you two had. They were far enough to where you could barely hear what theyre saying, but unfortunately you could still hear. Even if you couldn’t the judgmental looks they gave you, and only you, said it all.

“Can you believe how much she’s eating?”

“Mhm. It’s just all pure carbs and sugar too.”

“Could she be anymore unhealthy? She’s eating so fast too.”

You were trying so hard to ignore it and were just about to take another bite of the croissant you got until you heard they made another comment and even laughed at you. You really did try so hard to ignore it and tried to take that bite but it just felt so humiliating. So you bit your lip and slowly put the croissant down. Soobin on the other hand quickly took the croissant again and put it back up to your mouth.

“Aaah!” He said smiling

“Oh.. Soobin I’m ful-“

“Don’t make me shove this in your mouth princess” he cut you off with another cheeky smile.

“Soobin..”

God the look in your eyes was so heartbreaking to him.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen okay? We also came here to have fun and eat well. I want you to eat well beautiful, and I also want you to have the happiest tummy ever. Please don’t let anyone stop you. Besides, good food makes you happy. And I also want you happy. So please.. Aaaah?” He said, staring straight into your eyes with the purest look ever.

How could you ever deny that? So with a smile you took the bite you did so desperately wanted. With that it made his smile even bigger. He then also took a bite. Since then he continues to feed you, showering you with encouragement and also continues to eat with you too to make you not feel alone. You could never feel alone with him, but he wanted to make sure you knew that.

“Thank you my love.”

“Of course darling”

By the end you were so incredibly happy and so was your tummy.

Beomgyu

It’s been a while since you had a date with your boyfriend due to your busy schedules. So when said schedules finally calmed down, you two were very excited to get to finally meet up at your favorite cafe and catch up. Unfortunately you were running a bit late so Beomgyu was already sitting and sipping at his coffee when you arrived. You quickly ordered before sitting down across from him.

“Beomieee! Oh I’m sorry!” You apologized

“It’s okay sweetheart, you’re here now and thats all that matters.” He said with his usual cheeky smile on his face.

The cafe was quite packed, so it was pretty noisy but you two were able to drown everything out with your conversations. You both missed each other very much. Due to the busy cafe it also took a while for your order to get done. By the time it was you and beomgyu decided to continue your date at a nearby park and have a nice walk. He had to use the bathroom first though, and you had to get your drink. So thats what you two did.

Unfortunately for you though, just after you got your drink, you accidentally slipped and caused your coffee to spill a little bit onto the shoes of a nearby customer.

“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry!! I didn’t mean to-“

“Are you fucking kidding me?!?! You bitch!!! These are brand new and now theyre ruined!”

“I didn’t mean to! I’ll pay to have them cle-“

“God you’re so fucking stupid! Didn’t you hear me they’re ruined! How can someone be so clumsy?! There wasn’t even anything there!! Fucki-“

“Oh sweetheart whats going on- WOOOOOAAHHHHH!!!” Beomgyu suddenly showed up out of nowhere and then (purposely and quite dramatically) fell and also spilled his coffee on this customer, though this time it spilled on the rest of their outfit too.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” They yelled and you could only cover your mouth in shock.

“Dang these floors are so slippery! don’t you think?? Everyone be careful okay!!” He chuckled as he still stayed there on the floor.

“Beomgyu are you okay??” You asked as you helped him up.

“Are you?” He asked concerned as he held onto you softly.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!? You just ruined my outfit!!!” This customer bellowed before you even had the chance to answer him.

“And you yelled at my lovely girlfriend for a simple accident. Listen, you have every right to be upset. it’s understandable. Hell she would’ve been upset if you did the same to her. However you had NO. Right to yell at her and talk to her the way you just did. She said she was sorry yet you still found it necessary to berate her in front of everyone. So yeah. I find it necessary to have the rest of your tacky outfit ruined. Even though what I did was an accident too.” He said with a smirk, clearly showing everyone who was still watching, that it was in fact NOT an accident.

“But yknow what? Here.” He explained before opening his wallet and throwing a good couple of bills at them. “Take this to go get those cleaned, or yknow, get better clothes that not only look better but wouldn’t be ruined by simple coffee. Come on my sweet.” He continued as he lead you to the door of the cafe.

And with that the both of you left.

“You okay darling?”

“Yea.. but you shouldn’t have done that beomie” you pouted at him. “I mean thank you! But ruining their outfit was-“

“Sorry to say sweetheart but I couldn’t care less about their outfit. Whoever is mean to my girl especially over something so trivial deserved that kind of treatment okay? I’ll always stick up for you my sweet. Never forget that. Plus, it waaaaas an accident” he said with his cheeky smile again. While you still felt a little bad, you could only chuckle and roll your eyes at this silly boy you call your lovely boyfriend.

“Thank you once again my prince” You said after giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“For whaaat? It was an accident!”

“Oh stop it!!” You laugh

“You’re welcome my sweet”

Taehyun

You were never the biggest fan of the gym, however you always note that it’s not that bad. It gets you healthier when you need to feel like it, gets you to get out of the house a bit more and best of all, you get to spend time with your gym rat of a boyfriend. Who you love to look at when he’s all sweaty.

You don’t come as often as he does, you only join him like about twice a week sometimes just once. Sometimes it’s even once a month but you still go occasionally. Just to fill in some gaps in your schedule. Furthermore because you’re not the biggest fan of the gym, you do usually only very light workouts, again just to get your heart pumping and muscles moving, and usually people don’t have an issue with that. You’re healthy and thats all that matters.

Yet for some reason some people decided to be very judgy today. Typically you always have your music playing to focus on yourself, but while you were taking a break and making light convo with your boyfriend, your ears couldn’t help but pick up the chatter of nearby gym goers that can’t mind their own business.

“She barely did anything here and she’s talking about leaving already?”

“And she wanted to get fried chicken too like dang that bare minimum of a workout is really gonna go to waste huh?”

“Why is she even here?”

Taehyun who was putting on his hand wraps to have his boxing training session also couldn’t help but hear and lets say he wasn’t pleased. You took notice of that and simply patted his shoulders.

“It’s fine baby” You smiled at him.

“They shouldn’t be saying that.” He grumbled

“Hey its whatever..” You said trying to reassure him, but also yourself. ‘Cause to be honest, you couldn’t help but start to feel maybe you should workout a bit harder.

“No. Here baby put these on.” He said as he suddenly gave you some hand wraps too.

“Tyunnie, it-“

“No come one, lets have some fun” he cut you off with a smirk.

And how could you say no to that?

While you and Taehyun didn’t share your love of workouts or gym equipments, what you did share was your love for martial arts, specifically boxing. While Taehyun mainly did it for its physical benefits, yours was its mental benefits. It was kinda fun throwing punches and showing your strength that way, a good way to get all your anger and frustrations out too.

Plus when you first started doing it you realized you kinda had a knack for it too. So with Taehyun’s encouragement, and some slight anger towards those comments, you put on your gloves and started sparing with him. And let’s just say your punches and kicks were LOUD. People from across the room could hear and kinda feel it.

But mainly you and Taehyun just had fun, he constantly reassured you that you were doing a good job, you still had it, and he’s happy you’re here with him. Once you two were done, even though you were exhausted you two became a giggly mess. You quickly packed up and left to go home and still order some nice delicious fried chicken.

“Thank you baby” You said as you fed him some chicken.

“No worries my strong princess” He chuckled.

Hueningkai

You and your boyfriend, Hueningkai, had many common interests, from movies to food, one of the cuter interests you two shared are plushies. You both just LOVE plushies. How fluffy they can be, how soft and squishy they are, their cuteness. Like whats not to love really? The amount of plushies you share is quite concerning but hey! They make you both happy!

Today you decided to go out to see a new movie that came out, but you still had some time before the movie started so you decided to look around the mall first. You had no destination in mind, just wanted to walk and talk with your boyfriend before, hopefully, enjoying this new movie.

However as you continued your stroll you came across a new store that had just opened and was filled to the brim with the cutest teddy bears you’ve ever seen, and they came in every size you can think of. From teeeeny tiny to massive teddy bears that fills the corner of the room. So without much thought and a huge gasp you dragged hueningkai inside to check it out.

Quite the understatement to say you were having a blast checking out all the adorable teddy bears they had. They even had clothes for these bears. However excited you were, you didn’t actually have the intention to buy any, but Hueningkai being the angel he is offered to get you one.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh come on its like you don’t know me. Come on I’ll get one for myself. Our teddy bears can be dating too!” He said with his angelic smile.

Now thats an offer you couldn’t refuse!

So you two picked out your teddy bears and dressed them in matching outfits. You then left making your way to the movie theater, as the movie would be starting soon, but you couldn’t stop giggling and hugging your bear. It was just so cute and fluffy. You still had your bear in your arms as you waited in line to get your snacks, when suddenly the people behind you started whispering.

“What a fricken weirdo.”

“I know right? What is she? 5??”

“Exactly! Like who the hell would willingly carry that around?”

“Why would you still even want one at her age?”

Then it was followed by snickers. It made you gulp and as much as you hate to admit it, embarrassed. You were never ashamed of your love for plushies but hearing that just isn’t nice. You started to slowly try to put your plushie back into the bag the store gave you, when Hueningkai gave your hand a firm squeeze.

“Oh look honey, it’s our turn. So what do you two want?

“I.. huh? Us two?” You looked at him confused.

“Yeah! You and this cutiepie! And what should I get him too?” Hueningkai explained as he pinched your cheek, the teddys nose and then pulled out his own too.

“O-oh!” You giggled before answering what you wanted, and just some gummies for the plushies.

“What a great idea!” He added before ordering, then carrying the snacks for you, and sweetly asking you to carry his teddy for him.

As you two made your way to your designated theater you did catch the judging eyes of the people behind you.

“You didn’t have to do that you know hyuka” You pouted.

“Do what?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“You know.. now those people think you’re a weirdo too”

“Why should we care? I don’t feel like a weirdo for liking cute soft things, and neither should you honey. These things make us happy! I don’t think we’re weird for that, and hey if it is, lets be weirdos together hmm?” He said, again with that angelic smile and a cute raised eyebrow. And you know, he’s right.

“You’re right, these cuties do make us happy.”

“Mmmmhm! So lets go! The movie is about to start!”

“Okay! Oh! And thank you hyuka”

“Anything for my cutie”

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

© mimikittysblog 2024

[silveredfeathers]

Lugia

Cross posted from my site with some small edits.

Disclaimer: This is going to focus on the Lugias within my universe. There is a good chance some of the information here will not apply to you if you don't live in the Taskforce universe.

Also throwing this under a cut since this is long.

Starting with the basics

Type: Psychic/Flying

Average Standing Height: 11' 3"

Average Wingspan: 16' 7"

Above is a sketch I drew of a Lugia to show the wings.

Lugia are bipedal bird like dragons who typically live in or close to the sea. They have powerful wings that let them fly through the worst of hurricanes without issues, making travel in the sky very easy for them. The back of their heads stick out as a way to make space for their brains, which gives them access to the psychic powers that help them control the storms they make. A highly flexible tail helps propel them through water and lets them make sharper turns in flight. Their sharp beaks makes it easy for them to catch prey or rip into difficult to eat berries.

There's quite a bit of variation when it comes to how a Lugia can look. Stripes and spots are pretty common to see if a Lugia has patterns, some can have points like one may see on a cat, or in rare cases they'll have a piebald down. There's more patterns than just these, but I don't want to go into every single one here. A majority of the time, Lugia keeps a cooler coloration, typically keeping to a range of blues. The common shiny coloration has more pink instead.

Above is a photo of the Lugia who chose me. She has a blue coloration that's seen in most Lugia.

A Lugia's beak can look pretty different from another's beak, with things like small spikes or changes in their "teeth" being some of the more obvious things. The eye horns have some slight shape variation too, though they always point to the area behind them.

The fins or spikes on their backs can be either… Well fins or spikes. They're always in pairs and are pretty much never connected to the other fins/spikes, though there are quite a few shapes they can be.

Sometimes wings can be webbed, have rounded fingers, or have a wing spur instead of the usual thumb. Rarely you can find a Lugia with claws on their feet. The tail spikes also always come in pairs, though sometimes there's two or three sets of them.

Lugia hatchlings start off as a solid grey color to help them blend in with the darker colors of the rocks they're usually near. Trying to touch a baby Lugia's grey feathers will lead to them splintering into sharp little bits.

A sketch of a baby Lugia cropped from a diagram discussing Lugia. [OOC - It's cropped from my own sketch page]

Unlike what what many people think, Lugia are actually wanderers! They use the clouds to hide when flying and stay rather high up, so most Lugia sightings tend to be in or near the ocean. They also have great control over the storms they make. Old legends talking about Lugia storms are often referring to Lugia that have been angered to the point of losing control.

Wings

Both Lugia and Ho-oh have legends surrounding them involving feathers with interesting properties. These feathers are often referred to as the Silver and Rainbow Wings by most. However, it seems that over time many Wings have been combined into the Silver and Rainbow wings when telling these stories, likely due to the information slowly being lost to time. Here I am going to document each of Lugia's Wings and the various things each one can do. SILVER WING This feather will be the same color any spot of the Lugia, though it tends to be more silvery shades when possible. It looks like it splits at the end of the rachis (the thing in the middle of a feather) and is very shimmery to the point that it could possibly be mistaken for a feather from a shiny pokemon. This is how a Lugia will keep track of their chosen (and potential chosens). It's often also sign of trust from the Lugia if you are given one. Holding the Silver Wing under moon light will cause it to glow and sparkle quite a bit. I'm not sure why it has to be moonlight specifically. There are myths that say that people who have one of these have a silver soul. Apparently that means they're someone who stays true to themselves even with their imperfections, though this may be incorrect since I can't find a concrete explanation for it. GUIDING WING This is a smaller feather that starts as a color from the body of the Lugia and fades into the color of the eye horns. They also only come from areas near the eyes. It's got a soft glow to it at all times, though it's only really noticeable when it's dark. If you hold it for a few minutes it sorta feels like it's trying to gently pull you somewhere. Having followed this tug with several Guiding Wings it is safe to say that it will lead you to a sea shore, no matter where you start. Holding the feather up in the air at night will let me see stars through the clouds, though having other people try to do the same doesn't seem to work. This may be just a chosen thing. OCEAN WING This feather looks like it's grown into two feathers. The rachis is even split in two. It shares the same color as the back spikes/fins of the Lugia it comes off of. Holding this Wing for about a minute starts to make you feel warm, which I think is to help counter how cold the ocean can be. There's a myth that says splitting a Wing in halve let a "hero of storms" breath under water for a while. I think it's referring to this Wing, though I can't exactly test it myself due to my hybrid status. STORM WING This is a large rectangular shaped feather that comes from the wings of a Lugia, and it matches the wing color too. I haven't had an opportunity to really see what this one does, though I have found old journal scans that describes a feather pretty much exactly like this one. Apparently they're supposed to help guide ship captains out of storms and hurricanes. Here's a link to the scans I found [OOC - This is my initial HCs post for the Wings]. It's also got information about Ho-oh Wings and seems to line up with what I've figured out.

[xinnamonbun]

I NEED TO TALK ABOUT SHIP KIDS!

I could literally talk about this topic for HOURS so I'm going to try and squish this as much as I can (which is going to be hard)

Fantube:

Amount:

They already have two kids (Foster Egg and Bot) but I think they would have three more- (STAY WITH ME) 3D Glasses (referencing how fan likes media and test tubes beta design being goggles), Pamphlet (science pamphlet for testing and fan because paper), and Bookmark (books are seen as smart so Test Tube but also are a geeky thing so Fan and also made of paper again)

General Parenting:

They'd get better ever kid but I think the whole thing would be the lesson of "there is always more to learn with parenting"

Bonus:I think they'd be the first one to be grandparents

Payjay: (@pencilgutz /you know why I'm tagging you)

Amount:

I think they'd have 1 or 2. For the sake of talking we're going with 2. Paper Carton (drink container and paper) and Glass Pen (adopted but reasoning is OJ has glass and you write on paper with pen)

General Parenting:

They're honestly pretty good at it! But like any parents they mess up- what makes them good is that they usually fix those mistakes

Bonus:

I feel like most people go to them or fantube for babysitting, it definitely helps that half of them still live in hotel oj

Silvercandle:

Amount:

I think they'd have one. I don't want to say candelabra BUT ITS LITERALLY CANNON (dee voice of candle was asked "what's their ship child" and they said Candelabra) but we're trying to make something different so let's say...Lighter (metal silver and fire)

General Parenting:

They'd obviously love them but I think they would unintentionally be bad parents in different ways (silvercandle shippers don't come after me; jk I'd love to hear you fight me on this) silver would be very overbearing and way too protective and basically not let them do anything. Candle would help them calm down however down the line this would (unintentionally) cause them to not talk to her about things because from their perspective candle would just "shut them up"

Bonus:

I think because of the previously stayed in parenting issues they would end up basically having two sides of themselves; "perfectly elegant object" and "rebel" when they're with their friends. Which probably causes problems down the line...

Lightbrush:

Amount:I think 2. Glow in the Dark Paint (Glow like lightbulb and paint with paintbrush) and Digital Pen (electric like lightbulb and art utensils)

General Parenting:

I don't think I even really need to say this but Lightbulb WOULD be the fun parent doing fun things like arts and crafts, fishing, starting car games like I spy on road trips, ect. Paintbrush would be the more grounded parent that is trying to make functional adults. I feel like Lightbulb as the fun parent makes paintbrush want to and fail to get closer with the kids because they are only seen as "the one who gives the lectures" or "the chore giver" vs Lightbulb who's the "fun one" the "cool one"

Bonus:

Light bulb is not only the fun mom, she is also the fun aunt. If she's babysitting the kids get excited.

Knifkle: (is that how you spell it?)

Amount:

One. Potato Peeler (kitchen utensils that is sharp like knife used on vegetables like pickle... Since that second part is a bit of a stretch why don't we make them green too)

General Parenting:

Knife is actually really good at being a cool enough parent that their kid WANTS to talk to them about their problems and pickle is basically their first bestie very loving when their kid asks "how do planes fly?" They find out together

Bonus:

Because of knife and pickles good parenting, I think they end up being very good at reading other object's emotions and are just really good at getting objects to open up

Microsoap:

Amount:

One. Hairbrush (adopted, don't tell me you've never sung in the shower with a hairbrush instead of a microphone, showers have soap, and hair brushes are kind of a part of hygiene)

General Parenting:

I think they'd be pretty average when it comes to how good at it they are. Soap would be an expert in diagnosing their own child tho. Mic would also be very against secrets which worked out well at first but of course every child's ganna have some secrets

Bonus:

Because my whole justification for this object was basically shower, they really likes swimming

Suitloon:

Amount:

One. Hot Air Balloon (is used to carry things like a suitcase and also has straps to connect to the balloon, I don't need to explain balloon)

General Parenting:

Oh they baby this child. Which is obviously what you're supposed to do when they are a baby but when 14+...not so much. Their main priorities are making sure that they're kind (Fair) and being protective not OVERPROTECTIVE just protective... Maybe just a little over.

Bonus:

it took a really long time for them to have the child because of the... Process. (Idk with the object "process" is but whatever it is I imagine they have a distaste for it since I head Canon both of them to be on the asexual spectrum) however they ended up agreeing that they did want a family. And they are very satisfied with the one that they have.

Remember when I said I could talk about this for hours? Turns out I was talking about it for hours anyways! A lot of stuff that I wanted to add ended up getting hydraulic pressed so I've been typing and saving this as a draft for a while....

DAMN IT NOW IVE GOTTEN ATTACHED TO SHIP CHILDREN AGAIN-

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

Okay,so I’m starting off with how I’ve changed the miraculous,since I now have a clearer picture of the re-write than when I first re-wrote chloe,and keep in mind some thing might change,and try suggesting other things I can try changing.

Now,for the more general stuff,I have given each of the main non-zodiac miraculous elemental powers.

My reason for this is that the main six just...don’t feel special.

These powers would work as a way to make sure that these miraculous aren’t just handed out Willy nilly,because once you transform,you permanently gain these powers-it doesn’t matter if you de-transform or give the miraculous to someone else-you always have these.i think this is a fun way to modify the miraculous to make it actually believable that they are the most powerful.

Also now each miraculous has different times as to when the holder will de transform if they have not mastered the technique(the smallest being the ladybug at still five minutes and the largest being the foe by an hour)

Now onto individual miraculous.

The ladybug:I’ve removed the ability to purify an akuma and now she needs the help of chat to do miraculous ladybug.in turn she gets the power of air and can fly or create a strong breeze or make a mini hurricane.she also has a bag that carries over from her civilian form(but dotted) and it’s linked via miraculous,so she needs to have it everywhere,or else she won’t be able to do lucky charm.

The cat:it stays mostly the same,only gaining the ability to purify akuma’s and getting the power of lightning.

The bee:now the holder has little worker bees that can be used for spying and can sting people from afar is the place of her spinning top(and yeah callimara and her re-design re-write was what pushed me to do this,simply because of the idea of her calling the others “her worker bees” so credit to her)and also the holder can control ground(might change later)

The turtle:I need a new power for the ox because tbh the ox is just what the turtle’s power should be imo(and the holder can control water.)

The peacock:stays the same and the holder can now travel through shadows.this is because despite having arguably the most useful power it will be out of commission for a good bit,so once Nathalie(yes,I said Nathalie not Gabriel cause it only starts getting used once Gabriel get hit out of comisión in miracle queen,which I’m debating changing to season two finale since mayor’s doesn’t exist a therefore heroes day would not serve crap)starts using its when the heroes have scaled in fire power.

The butterfly:the holder can now create a blinding light in the form of an orb(the butterfly is already pretty strong)

The fox:the illusions are now tangible but will disappear in thirty minutes,also the flute is now replaced by fox beads that can be used for illusions and as a whip,however it will cost the bead in question,yes the holder can use the a bead the make the whip larger/make up for the lost beads,there are ten beads in total.also the holder now has the power of fire.

The bunny:I’ve decided to take a different approach to fixing the bunny than other,as now,instead of completely overwritting the power,it’s now more of a “high risk,high reward” thing,where the snake is more reliable,but the bunny is more powerful.the snake stays the same but the bunny gets the added downside of that the holder will become extremely nauseous after de-transforming depending on how much they used the miraculous.

The rooster:it can now be used to manipulate memories,via erasing,forcibly resurfacing,or replacing them.

As I’ve said I’m open on suggestions.

You've really put a lot of thought into this. Would the Zodiac Miraculous have any additional abilities like the core seven?

[that-one-weird-kid-from-school]

In this post from a few days ago, I made an eleven-part comment about a random, non-meaningful daydream about gore that the prospect of mousetraps really reminded me of, and now I'm putting them in a separate post so that I can easily look back to it.

Here it is:

To be honest, this is not so bad, getting killed by a trap-wise, our head gets hit by the metal bar and immediately gets crushed by the insane force, and before you even realize it, your brain has been pulverized by your own crushed skull.

That is if you're smart enough to put your head in there, it happened to me, like, a good five times, that my hand gets hit by the trap instead, when that happens, you don't die, your arm is unmistakably broken, and every second it hurts like it's in the process of being amputated, but you don't die.

And now you're trapped there, pinned by your arm underneath that metal pole, the shock from it all makes you too weak to lift this thing up to escape, so you just stay there and yell for anyone to help you, all the while a sadistic little bait sits right in front of you and watches you beg, after you calm down and finally accept your fate, he comes a little closer, and ends your suffering, because this mousetrap is supposed to be quick.

But like, that trap is a moment or a few hours long, it kinda depends on how stubborn you are, and people don't like the loud it makes and also the bloody mess it leaves behind, so they constantly give me, and I constantly fall for the glue mousetrap.

I make my way walking when I see Jevil standing over there, with a strange expression on his face and not touching the floor, but that's normal for Jevil; he is constantly flying, so I don't have any problem going to him to say hi.

But then, my foot steps on the glue and sticks to it, which causes me to lose balance and fall head-first into the glue, all my limbs are now impossible to lift up, no matter how much I try to move, I just can't do anything, and when I look up to Jevil for help, he just disappears, he doesn't want to involve himself in this, he doesn't want me to think that I have a single chance because this mousetrap is not supposed to be quick.

I try desperately to move, to wiggle my way out of this, because this is quite the uncomfortable pose to die in. Hours have passed with zero progress, and my body is plagued with exhaustion, but when there is nothing else to do, I might as well try a little bit more to see if anything happens.

Eventually, my body just can't take it any more, and I pass out, but the feeling of stickiness, the smell of glue, and the uncomfortable pose make my mind always think of that pesky mousetrap, so I can't have a moment of dream where I am somewhere else. But then, I wake up from an unpleasant feeling in my back; a bug has decided to use my blood as food, but this time, I can't shoo it away, so it keeps happily biting away at my flesh.

More time passes, and the number of bugs increases. The thing about bugs is that they mostly consume decay because the scent is quite strong and doesn't move or kill them; I am now one of those things.

The time keeps passing, the only thing I can think of is if maybe, at any moment, something will happen and I will be out of here, the stinging from the bites keeps me from having a restful sleep, and that weird feeling on a spot I scraped fore might be because someone played their larva in it.

The bug situation seems to be getting worse, but I'm not worried if they will become too painful because I will die of dehydration first, and I do; one day, I just don't realize that I closed my eyes, and I never bother to open them.

[hrodvitnon]

Been a long while since Keeta was last mentioned, so I'm gonna send a few things about him to remedy that.

I wonder if Keeta has any characteristics that distinguishes him from other skullcrawlers? For some reason, I always imagined him to be a bit like Number 10 from GvK, but with a blue stripe instead of red, and the usual grayish-white skullcrawler head instead of the yellowish one Number 10 had. (Though I remember one ask before mentioning the idea of Keeta getting tiger stripes as he gets older)

Assuming that APEX modified their skullcrawlers metabolism to keep themselves from losing too much money on feeding them, I like to imagine that Keeta would have a really slow metabolism even compared to the others kept in APEX's facilities. Which would translate to just having regular metabolism in human standards.

Because of that, Keeta would probably have baby fat when a wild skullcrawler baby would be just as starved and thin as adults would be. Of course, he'd lose the baby fat as he gets older, but I imagine that he'd have way more muscle compared to your average wild skullcrawler by then.

Rodan would definitely take Keeta out for rides while he's still a hatchling (a bit like on how Rodan did the same for Mothra as a larva during the Showa era)

And now, for a more dramatic scenario:

I like to imagine that, once Kong ever finds out about or happens to encounter Keeta at one point, he wastes no time trying to squish him on the spot. Which of course, causes Keeta to call for his papa for help (Sorta like how baby Godzilla called for Rodan during Heisei era). And while Rodan isn't interested with a fight and just wants to get Keeta out of there ASAP, Kong isn't having any of it and even goes as far as attacking Rodan, grabbing his wings and dragging his tail around to keep him from flying away, just so that he can get to squishing Keeta already. It takes for Godzilla and Mothra's timely arrival to pin Kong down and try to reason with him. Kong's most definitely webbed up from head-to-toe by then, and pinned by Godzilla on the ground too for good measure.

When they try to tell Kong that Keeta couldn't harm anyone because he's still too young, Kong would coldly go with "It's best to kill them while they're still young" and it sounds like he speaks from personal experience.

Because of that, both Rodan and Keeta don't feel comfortable whenever Kong is around. Rodan would even puff himself up and put up intimidation displays should he ever see Kong.

Likewise, I think that Kong would also feel very frustrated at everyone who sides with Rodan and Keeta over him. The list of the ones who side with them currently consist of: Godzilla, Mothra, Viv and San, Manda, Behemoth, Methuselah, Tiamat (she surprisingly sympathizes with Rodan there), Barb, Kiryu!Dagon, Ladon, Shin, and even some Monarch-aligned people like Madison. And there's potential drama should Jia also agree that Kong is taking things too far in here.

Even if Kong learns to tolerate Keeta's presence over time, he most likely won't ever let go of his hatred towards skullcrawlers. The only way that might happen is if Kong ever reaches the same age and wisdom as Shimo does, and even then, there's a slim chance of that happening. (I say this because honestly, Kong needs to have more flaws. He can't just be Mr. Perfect all the time, after all)

I personally refer to Keeta with gender-neutral pronouns, but I kinda like the gray-white head coloration and blue stripe as a clear indicator that they're a Goodie and to separate them from the other Apex 'Crawlers like Number 10. And now I'm imagining Keeta with baby fat and I need to add that to the drawing list, it sounds so precious and reminds me of that post of a pet tegu sleeping in a doggy bed.

*BANGING FISTS ON TABLE* LET! KONG! HAVE! FLAWS!

[emtearzz]

OC INTRODUCTION: E.G. Lynal

Since there are a couple people interested in him I decided to give my boy the proper introduction first!

(this is the culmination of me writing stories in my head for the past 2 years without taking notes yes i know the story part here is long sorry-)

Bio: name: E.G Lynal (The "E.G." in his name stands for "Earl Grey") alias: Just Lynal, Mark Actias Species: Shadow being(??) (soul infused/Em messing around with spells she probably shouldn't.) Gender: none he/they age: his ability allows him to look any age, typically 6, 16, and 23, chronologically 250+ Romantic orientation: aroace MBTI: IxxJ 1w9

Abilities: -Shapeshifting: Thanks to his physicality, it allows him, or parts of him, to take the shape of many things. ( ie. animals, furniture, weapons, shields, etc.) He can also adjust his height and size.

-Flying: He can float and fly

-Eyes: They glow in the dark

Personality: A responsible and sensible bookworm that enjoys a good cup of tea, or any warm fragrant drink really, they make him feel cozy inside (also he can't taste-). Not the most social, but he enjoys a small chat or too occasionally. Very patient, he has to deal with EmTea and MimiMilk and their shenanigans on the daily. When he loses his cool, he is the scariest person in the room, mainly because you won't know he's angry, he's just using what bit of self control he has left to be a somewhat respectful person. He owns a small cafe in Hometown (where he lives) and is very proud of it. Story: He was first created by Tea some couple centuries before present day, through a technique of "soul-splitting" where a bit of Tea's soul was transformed into a little guy!

Why? He doesn't really know, since she never gave him a proper explanation other than "I needed an assistant". (which made no sense as she rarely asked him to help out with her work, instead opting to teach and raise him instead.)

For the first few years of his life, he stayed with Tea (she went by "Laine" at this time) at the organization she worked with his name being just "Lynal" causing people to misunderstand and believe his full name to be "Just Lynal" since he always introduced himself as such.

This organization was one of random outcasts, working odd-jobs and trying to help those unfortunate during a war between all nations and races. He saw them as apart of his family almost. There was Ms. Silvie (despite her protests to not be addressed as such, Tea just calls her that anyway and so Lynal copied, her full name is Silvie Stream.), a magikan who worked as one of the healers there and served as a mentor to him when Tea was too busy to look after him.

Wallis Mitchmatch a magikan mage in training, his older sister is out in the war as one of the healers, he talks about her sparingly. He also has a pet frog that Lynal remembers liked to hop onto his head.

Tom Boome was another member of the organization that Lynal noticed Tea wasn't too fond of him, though he wasn't sure why. He was a human detective, and a new member to the organization. He had Tea on edge for the first couple of weeks. Though after those two weeks... it was as though there wasn't any sort of animosity between them at all. Strange.

All that aside, Lynal blended in well with the rest of the group, there was the cook Bearnestine, the boss everyone referred to as well, boss (and someone Tea was surprisingly casual and comfortable with talking to-), little Mayflae (a young magikan orphan girl brought back from an abandoned raided village), and many more. All just people trying their best with what they could.

That included missions, Lynal remembers them well. Sometimes he and Tea acted as messengers to other places, sometimes he was sent with Ms. Silvie and some other healers as their defense while heading to another town, but most of the time, Lynal was sent out as a spy, with his abilities proving useful in those situations.

One day, he went out on another assist mission after a raid in a village, it was one where he had to serve as defense for the healers again, but he didn't mind, these missions normally went smoothly anyway, there were usually no attackers. However this time he went, he ̷̨̱͍͚̭̀̈́̔͆̈́d̷̮̈̀̓͌̔̐i̶͈̮͔͛ḑ̷͕̞̲̼̣̃̎̆́̓͐̓n̶̨̡̨̪̲̩̹͖͚͊́͗͐͆͆̔̅́͜͠'̵̧͈͒̽͒̓̃́͂͑͠͝t̵̲̲̘͗͆̈́̃̕̚ ̷̧̧͚̰̞͍̟̈͑̈́͜ṙ̵̳͚͕̬̫̯͛̿͝é̶̫̣͉̭͔̑͋̀͐͘̚͝ť̵̢͎̪̬̜̰̘̏̓u̴̧̨̮͙̤̱̱͚̓̂̌̇̽̿r̴͍̖͈̽̍̈́͗̈́̏̊͘͝n̵̜͙̩̳̞͖̺͙̟̰̒́̈̇̽̊̌̋͆̕-̷̠͈̺̭̓̊͠ ̶̢̮͙̼̘̭̰̗̃Ŗ̴̡̯̥̩͓͈͙̄̉Ę̶̨̢͓̙͙̀̓̀̀̍S̴͔̖̮̘̝̫͖̒̑̾͌̄̽͗E̵̢̗̞͕̝͇̹̟̦͕͐̓͆T̸̻̳͚̱͚͓̱͊́͊̐́͌̿̂̓̑͜ was met with a surprise attack but managed to fight back and rid them all, but just barely. He returned unconscious, but alive, he just needed a lot of rest.

When he awoke from his short coma, he found Tea at his bedside.

"Morning sleepyhead it's about time you woke up." "Where..." Tea chuckled, "Don't worry, you're at HQ you were out for a bit, it took a while to fix up those huge injuries of yours.. I had to fix those up you know. Considering how.. well how you are."

They sat in a comfortable silence for a bit while Lynal collected his thoughts, before Tea suddenly spoke out of the blue:

"Lynal, when you fully recover, when the war's end has been finalized, we'll be leaving the organization and hit the road."

".... wait what-"

So when everything was said and done, he left with you, though traveling together wouldn’t last long when you met up with Zephyrus Shash-

“Wait, let me get this straight, you’re leaving to go elsewhere and want me to take care of him while you’re gone?”

“Listen, I know it’s quite a bit to ask but there’s something I need to take care of-“

“It’s about It right?”

“…”

“I thought so” They sigh, “fine, I’ll look after the kid for you, but you better not take too long, I’m not exactly the ‘caretaker’ type”

“Thanks Shash, it means a lot.”

So Lynal was now left in the care of Shash, not that he understood the situation…

“Uhm.. Shash?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did she leave me with you? And what did you mean by ‘it’?”

“Oh she didn’t tell you?”

“No..?”

“… I see. Then ask her about it when she gets back, it’s her business to divulge, not mine.”

“Oh.. alright.” he still didn't understand.

They traveled together for many years, with Shash acting as his mentor and help him perfect the abilities he was given. If there was one word Lynal could describe Shash with, it would be strange. He didn't understand how this was the person Tea would trust with her life... at least in hindsight. The more time he spent with Shash, the more he began to understand Tea just a little more. Despite being a literal part of her, he didn't actual know much about her. She was kind and caring towards him, but she rarely answered any questions he had about her, and even when she did, she would give a halfhearted response. And it wasn't until they decided to stop at a town, they would meet her again.

This town had a focus on innovation and invention, and was where they reunited with Tea once more. She had changed her Identity to someone by the name Lunelle Actias and worked as an inventor. How she hadn't aged despite being human was confusing to say the least, and her reason being there is once again, never explained to him, and the questions he asked, were all answered vaguely finally concluding with: "I'll tell you when it's right."

Lynal changed his name to Mark Actias and Shash to Salem Actias. Later that year, Mimi was created as an experiment by Tea, a doll with a a bit of her soul, a mischievous spirit.

It was definitely one Lynal's most lively event in his life, with the bustling city and people getting from here to there.. He decided to work at the local library in the meantime, becoming friends with the elderly librarian and finding new interesting stories to read.

Mimi was also a huge handful for him. Chaos wrap in a cute package, and with a mind too smart for her own good as she'd cook up elaborate pranks that bordered on legality, he often had to keep an eye on her.

Tea had also changed somewhat, bustling from here to there with her ideas and work, it was almost shocking how Lynal stayed sane that whole time.

Finally after an incident concerning an attack to a blimp during the Inventor's Exhibition, Tea comes out to explain the whole story of the reason to their creation, and the oneṘ̵̝̗͖͙̪̞̃̐̑͊̍̕È̷͚͖͕͍̳͈́͘͠Ḏ̶̼̦̪̞̖͛̒͜͝Â̵̛̝̲͔͓̮̄͐̀͑̂̽̒̓Ĉ̵̮̗͕̟̬̯̻̲̙̰̀̓̕͝T̸̡͖̯̐̾͗͜E̴̜͔̟̺̟̗̅͘D̵̥͚̮͇̘̦͖̠̳́ͅ

They spent a few years in that town before moving once again, with Shash going their own separate way from the group.

They get on a train to head to a new town to finally settle. Which leads to present day.

"MIMI. Did you put soup into my tea?"

"What are you talking about you can't taste-"

"I can SMELL it!"

(again if any of y'all have questions feel free to ask! <3)

[theconstantine-moved]

title: the choice who: cassian barakzai (oc) & j.ohn c.onstantine fando.m: dc c.omics fic idea: blaze it notes: i had fun writing this and that's all that counts. i love cass & john. peace.

Cassian's whole thing is that she helps people. She doesn’t stay in one place to do it, she travels. It’s how she works, how she lives, and how people know her. And when she’s not doing that, she owns a little house full of cursed objects up in London; but currently, her sister is taking care of it and hasn’t called her about anything odd and seems happy staying in one place after having stopped working with Cass about a year ago. 

Cass doesn’t really get how anyone can be happy staying in one place, but she likes knowing where to find Soraya, so it’s good she’s there. But really, all Cass needs to survive is coffee, her laptop, her phone, and whatever food is common in the area she’s in. She knows that makes her a bit basic, but she doesn’t necessarily care. The less she needs, the more she can get the job done. And lately, she’s been doing a damn good job out on the streets, helping people with their occult troubles.

Does she like magic? Not necessarily. Does she know some people who do? Yes. Is she everybody though? No. But due to her own mishaps with family, she has mixed feelings about the pros and cons and only manages to use it whenever she helps others, because she is gifted and was tutored by her mother who was taught by her mother before her. It runs in her blood. Not purely, but enough to where it’s not always going to cause her trouble, because she knows how to use it responsibly. 

Which brings us here: London — but not near sister — where she’s trying to decide if she should be ethical or not with her magic. A child is involved. And so is a mother. A demon has made it to where she must choose who dies and who lives. She would typically choose an ulterior, come up with a plan where no one dies, but this demon is one she’s never seen before and so strong that it knocked the wind out of her when it threatened her with the choice. 

Cassian considered automatically choosing the child, but at the same time, as she stood in the room with papers and chairs and objects flying around the room, she also thought about how hard a life that child would have knowing that their parent had died and let them live. But then Cass turned to look at the mother, who was floating above, her screaming filling the air as she levitated above ground, her child silent, just appearing to sleep. And well, Cass thought about her pain and how Cass couldn’t let her live with the pain of letting her live with the pain of having lost a child.

Cass was about to turn to look at the demon, but before she did, the doors to the room swung open and crashed closed. “Bloody hell, Cass — already told you to avoid shite like this. Your one weakness. You’ve never been good at it. Always get the nastiest of the bunch.” 

“Can you stop lecturing me and give me a hand, John? People are about to fucking die!” Cassian shouted at him, unable to move her body due to the demon’s powers. She was angry at it, but also mad that John had ruined her thunder. 

She was about to say something else but then he began to chant in two different languages that immediately gave Cass control of her body. And instead of helping John get rid of the demon — which dispersed before them — she ran over to the mother and son. 

“Are you both okay?” she asked both of them, and they both nodded, hugging each other. “Good. I need you both to take care of each other, and go to your nearest doctor. Tell them you were attacked by an animal, but you don’t remember what kind because it was dark, yeah?” She patted both of their shoulders, and they nodded before doing as she said.

When they walked away, the mother with her arm looped around the son, Cassian turned to the side and noticed John there. 

“Usually, I’d say I hate seeing your ugly mug, but currently it’s good to see you John.” Cass says, putting her hand out for him to shake. 

He gives her an odd look, before shaking her hand firmly. “Likewise. But like I’ve said, you’re bad with conjuring spells, love. What in hell were you thinking?” “I wasn’t. I almost killed someone’s ma,” Cass admitted. “The demon would’ve killed the kid too once I chose the ma, i bet too. Then me. So thanks.”

John arched a brow. “You telling me thanks …is…” “Don’t get used to it. I’m just…near deaths, yeah?” “Yeah.” He paused. “Wanna smoke?”

Cass nodded. “Yeah.”

He lit her a cigarette and they walked out of the building, Cass thinking about how she almost died and almost killed two other people in the process.

[yandere-fics]

Okay, I've never done a match-up, and I wanted to give you plenty to work with, so this may get a little rambly I apologize in advance. Also, before I start, I wanted to say I love your blog and ocs. I can't even begin to choose a favorite as they all have something I love and connect with.

Okay, so I am an aquarius, so I really love music, just any music. My tastes vary widely, and I use it as a way to de-stress after a long day. I am a pretty anxious person, so I prefer to knock things out then and there instead of staying awake and stressing. For example, any projects or papers got knocked off almost as soon as I got them when I was younger, and then naturally, I would spend days stressing and going back over it to ensure it is perfect. I struggle with depression so sometimes I don't always take care of myself. Like days where I don't want to do anything, so no cleaning and take out to the max. Sometimes, just getting out of bed feels like too much of an ask. I generally bounce back after some time. I am not super social. I have a few friends, but they are primarily at work. I find it hard to keep a connection, I guess, unless I am forced to see you every day. That sounds really weird, but I drifted away from most of my childhood friends after school ended, and I don't talk to anyone from my last job. Like, I will text and call for a bit, but then life gets in the way, and then two months later, I realize I haven't texted or said anything to the person for a while. The one exception is two close friends from school, mostly cause they force it out of me. Which I probably need if they weren't like we haven't hung out in a week I will be by your apartment hang tight. No, I won't listen to your complaints. Come have fun with me. I always do, lol. We probably would have drifted apart, not gonna lie. Also I try to answer all texts and calls as soon as I see them but sometimes things have a couple business days wait cause I just can't find my social battery for anything more than a K over text. I love animals, reading, video games, and dnd. That's pretty much what I do outside of work unless I am being told to socialize by my two friends. Well expect for the animal part as volunteering would force me to interact with people I have given some thought to it as the trade off would be well taking care of animals and who doesn't want that but I haven't taken the plunge yet. Ohh, also I always usually have a thing for female villains. Supergirl when Lena Luthor had her villain arc chiefs kiss. Disney villains sign me up. Regina, from once upon time, can get it she doesn't even have to become good. Resident evil, the murder fly babies. The Fandom calls them our murder gremlins. You get it, lol. I also have similar tastes with the apps I download if they have romance. What do you mean their is a secret RO is it the villain cause sign me up. Please take my money give me your choices llc or hosted games book. Anyway, I have probably made this long enough. I hope that is enough to work with.

Abigail, she's not my most evil but she's still pretty sinister at times and you get to watch a hot woman with a sword threaten people. You'll have plenty to do but not an extreme amount, being duchess would be ideal for you,, you have some duties but not an overwhelming amount of them and plenty of help with them and as duchess you can laze around and listen to music whenever you want.

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

Hello! Please ignore this if this is not something you would like to answer. I need your views on this please 💞

I'm so jealous and angry with this guy I'm seeing because he is always with his girl best friend and gives her more time, attention and energy than me. I asked him so many times if he is really interested in getting to know me more and he says yes but ignores my mysseages/ replies after ages, saying that he is a bad texter and that he is busy. I like him because he is bubbly and kinda made me forget about my depression but most of the time I feel lonely cause of his lack of communication.

He mentioned I'm insecure which maybe I am but I also think I have a point in this, I think my intuition is telling me that he doesn't give a flying f about me and that he will end up doing something with his best friend and will make me feel and look stupid.

Does it sound to u that it's my issue or his fault? In my opinion, if you really like a girl you wouldn't be so close with your girl bestie anymore, I mean I wouldn't do that. But maybe that's just me. I never felt so jealous in my life and I don't even have something serious with this guy..

Hello! I’m sorry you are going through a rough time :( I haven’t been in this situation before and I’m not attracted to men, so I don’t know if I’ll be able to help a lot but I’ll try!

I don’t know if him being close friends with another woman is necessarily a problem ? I mean maybe in like the straight world there are rules about that stuff that I’m not privy too. But it’s not something that makes sense to me. Because if I was dating a woman I would still have my other female friends aha. I don’t think you have to super get along with your partner’s friends , you are your own two people, but unless those friends are like actively being horrible to you or you think they are hurting your partner, I don’t think you should really try to come between them. It just adds tension and can build up onto resentment. People can feel like they are owed more if they give up big things for other people. Which just creates a bad situation for everyone.

I will give you some free mental health inpatient advice though 🤣

While I was there once we had some relationship classes on how to deal with conflict. One of the points the psychologist made was when bringing up an issue or insecurity frame it around yourself more instead of solely putting it on the other person - because if you put it on them people can get defensive. Also I’d recommend doing it in person if possible. Things can be misconstrued over text.

Like for example: “I know you say you like me, and I believe you, but my insecurities get the better of me sometimes and I would like some reassurance to help in those times. I know you say you aren’t good at texting, but in those moments it can make me feel ignored. Is there something you would feel more comfortable doing? Something we can meet in the middle with so we both aren’t uncomfortable?”

I maybe in the minority with this but I also don’t see anything wrong with admitting you are jealous. You can reassure him it’s not his fault and you don’t want to get in between him and his friends, but sometimes you feel jealous, and you don’t want to, so you want to sit down and work out something you guys can both do to help with those feelings. I feel like if he cares about you he’ll try his best to meet you in the middle and come up with something to help. As long as your reassure him that you don’t expect him to give up his friends for you or anything.

Open and honest communication in person that doesn’t involve pointing fingers is, in my opinion, always the best way to go! But I know it can be really scary. Sometimes writing down what you want to say can help make it a bit easier :)

I’m sorry if this wasn’t very useful though. As I said, I’ve never been in this situation before and I don’t date men so I have no idea about any of the social ideas around that stuff lol. But also check the comments! Some others might have other ideas.

Also also! It’s okay to walk away if being with him causes you too much stress or he doesn’t respond well to this. And if he does end up with his friend that’s not your fault at all and doesn’t make you stupid. I promise 💕💕

I hope things start looking up for you and I hope you have a nice day :) 💕💕

[thatneilj]

Review - Anodyne 2: Return to Dust

Originally posted August 2019

When Anodyne came out in 2013, all I knew was that the gameplay was inspired from classic 2D Zelda games like Link’s Awakening. The world Analgesic Productions crafted was so much more than that, though. A place that is full of beauty, but also pain and fear. I was drawn in by the fascinating world and the incredibly evocative soundtrack. Now the sequel is out, and Anodyne 2: Return to Dust revisits many of the themes from the original, and with a bit more focus.

The game opens with your character, Nova, learning the ropes of what they are being born to do, while teaching the player how this game will work. It is split between wandering a 3D space that feels torn out of early 32-bit games and diving into 2D isometric dungeons akin to the first Anodyne game. I say “diving into” because Nova’s purpose for being created is to shrink down into people (or sometimes things) to clean out the nano-dust in them. The Center created Nova for this purpose, and the followers of The Center are there to help you achieve that task.  There is an epidemic of dust that serves as the decay and disease in its hosts, and Nova is the fixer.

In the 3D spaces, you run, jump, and drive around to find people or nodes where you can spark these connections. While the graphics in these sections are filled with jagged polygons and rough textures, the only place it looks bad is the opening city. Once you enter the greater outside world, these low-fi looks actually serve the game quite well. It is always easy to pick out the areas of interest and people to talk to. Not to mention the design of the beachside cliffs or the spire in the desert are quite pretty and aesthetically striking. Once you find a node, it is time to get cleaning.

This process does not include the combat-focused action one might expect from the classic Zelda archetype. Instead the 2D cleaning sections are mostly filled with puzzles and avatars of the memories or feelings from whomever you’ve shrunk into. You use your vacuum to manipulate the environment or suck up enemies and objects which can then be launched back out. I connected to one sick old lady and found myself navigating a dusty old home while trying not to defeat the young slimes. In a robotic lab assistant I found myself manipulating a shadow that mirrored my movements to activate switches, and periodically watching the shadow roleplay some moments of social anxiety. In many ways these dungeons are like the mindscapes from Psychonauts—embodiments of who these other characters are. Exploring them isn’t just about solving the problems the dust is causing, but also about understanding these people and forging connections to each other.

That is really the focus of the game; making connections and learning about who people are. It is a game that encourages and supports Humanism, just as many of Analgesic Productions’ previous games have. This game does so more clearly than ever before. At the core Nova is here to help people, and it is through understanding the choices and agency of those characters that the world and its entire nature may be questioned. While Nova explores specifics depictions of depression, fears of failure, and more, the game invites the player to engage beyond Nova’s duty.

Anodyne 2: Return to Dust succeeds with flying colors in this. There were moments I felt seen in ways that can only come from deeply earnest and personal works. One particular section was actually hard for me to get through because of this. It is really well done, but I don’t want to spoil it for anyone. Just know that I am glad that I experienced it.

[subjectively-objective]

Kids Love Stories about the Hopelessness of War! Analyzing Captain Power (Part 3: "The Abyss")

  We open with a destroyed City and a man crawling out of the sewers (I knew they were sewer rebels!)

He sees a weird cube robot with some flashy red lights.

It reminds me of a mouse droid from Star War.

This thing has an odd design. It's close to the ground, so can't easily traverse the city ruins and it has these handlebar looking things. What are they for?

He then gets cornered by a bunch of humans(!) before claiming that he left "for some air." The people living in the bombed-out wasteland of a city seem to doubt this claim, which sucks for him.

So the robot is owned by the humans. Why? If they are living in a bunker and leaving is a bad idea, having a patrol bot that does nothing but shine a red flashlight and get stuck seems counterintuitive. It doesn't seem to have any weapons, and the light doesn't trigger any alarm when it hits the guy. It looks neat, but does nothing to enhance the story and actively opposes the universe of the show. These are the sort of props you make when you have $1 million per episode to burn.

Oh yeah, the scene ends with "The General" pointing a gun at the man and probably shooting him.

One minute. It took one minute before it got too much for the children who would buy their toys.

Aside from not knowing how to appeal to their damn audience, the opening was pretty good. It was short, did some more world-building with the underground bunker and human resistance, and set up an interesting villain. I hope they explain the General's reasons for murder as being something more than "I'm evil" it could really make an interesting third faction in this show of a human society determined to hide from Dread at all costs rather than fight him. All-in-all, it really sold me on the episode so far. I want to know more about this villain and how he ties into the world of the show.

We cut to Power and Hawk receiving a signal (from the soldier earlier) that's on an open channel. Such things can only end badly, so the two decide to follow the plot.

 Headphones are usually used to listen to audio, but apparently not in this universe.

I like how Power got to his station first (cause it's closer) and had to vamp until Hawk got there to synchronize the suit-up. He looks genuinely confused like he forgot what hands are.

The sequence is cool. It has all the flair of a Sentai series without taking a million years.

They then both take off in these hoverbikes. They showed up at the end of the last episode, but I'm talking about them now. They have these suction cup thingies on the side, like training wheels or magnetic connectors. Could these have been repurposed cargo vehicles? Are they fans keeping the bike in the air? Why is Hawk "The Flying One" using one instead of flying?

The sky is purple here.

The next scene goes to Volcania, it is sick as always. Dread is reading the Robible. He is on chapter four, but it starts with "The machine was given unto man." That's weird. You would think a book about robots would open with machines. There is also the matter of the machine being given to man. Not created, given. Are bio-Dreads an alien creation sent to destroy mankind? Or have they deluded themselves into believing humans could never have built them? Either way, I hope this gets expanded upon.

He also says the machine gave "my people" a means to throw off their "bonds of flesh." Two interpretations here. "My people" could refer to fellow machines being freed of their bonds made by the fleshy humans. It could also refer to humans being freed from their flesh (to be digitized I guess). Another interesting bit of growth for the villain. Did the Machine free other machines, or entomb people?

Another big detail here: Dread is reading. He doesn't know this text. He might not be the one in charge of the bio-Dreads. Things like this really help with the world-building, but only if they are paid off. Hopefully it does.

Dread also gets the soldier's unencrypted signal as well. I like the small detail of Dread and Power using different sector measurements (Sector 42 Mark 7 and Sector 14 cross-reference theta).

Dread tells Soaron to investigate. Soaron asks if he should terminate his current task, implying that they do things other than hunt for Power. Small details like this, even when they aren't important do a lot to make the characters feel like they do more than enter stasis until the heroes need to be shot at.

Speaking of being shot at, the human army from earlier shoots at Power and Hawk the moment they land.

We do get a better shot of the bike here. I honestly wasn't expecting it to have a real prop. I thought they were just using the toys like with Hawk's flying.

It's got two guns that look pretty built-in, so repurposed cargo-vessel is out. The front is appropriately bulky, and the back appears to have an engine. I also think there's a steering vain / tail at the very back, but that could just be the set. At this low res, everything looks like goo.

After a brief shootout where Power says they have "40% power" left on their suits, they jump through a window which knocks them both out. So, for the powerscalers out there, 2.5 window leaps > Power's armor at full strength.

After getting window-diffed, they are captured and the general interrogates them.

At first, I thought the general was in denial about the world, believing the military he worked for still existed and needed to charge traitors and spies. I was pleasantly surprised when I was proven right in an unexpected way.

He still thinks the country exists, but there is an added layer of nuance in his speech that implies he knows that everyone's dead. Like he's just using "we wait for the President's orders" as an excuse to stay in hiding and keep everything normal. It's an interesting take with someone who has given up on everyone else, but not themselves, relying on an authority he knows is dead to avoid guilt.

The torture chamber is a pretty boring set. I get that it's an underground bunker, but compare it to the destroyed city from earlier this episode, or the bio-Dread power plant from episode one. I hope we don't spend the whole episode here.

Once again, this is super dark and boring for a kid's show. They outright say that Dread killed Power's dad and that Power and Hawk will be executed. Dark, and it continues this series's trend of being made to sell toys by people who wanted to make a 'real' show. It's kinda sad, because I feel that without the dumb toy tie-ins in every episode, and the 20-minute timeslot, it probably could have been fairly successful. They just needed to decide if it was for pre-pre-teens or post-teens.

This scene is pretty fun. The general completely ignores the colonel to rant about his dumb, unfounded opinion before getting mad that someone disagrees with him. It's just like the real thing. It also is a good way to quickly sell the situation that the general is set in his ways and the colonel is trying to change things.

That's honestly the main thing I've noticed over these two episodes, the show is fast. The first episode I barely noticed it due to the opening being quite long, but this episode really hasn't given any scene time to breathe.

The scenes themselves are good, but they cut together so quickly with no downtime it feels claustrophobic. This show really needed a forty-minute runtime.

I do like their military logo that's barely visible in the background. It's a sword with wings that kinda look like closed eyes or olive branches. Like it's a weapon of peace, virtue, and turning a blind eye to everything it does to the contrary.

Soaron finally finished whatever his mission was and follows the signal. If this show was forty-minutes, I wouldn't have minded five to ten of them being about Soaron's mission. Was it a survey where he was bored the whole time? Was it taking out a rebel unit? Maybe he was cleaning some of the rubble.

The robots make quick work of the military (off-screen though. The only on-screen fight clearly showed the humans taking 0 losses).

This scene is interrupted by the colonel demanding the general orders a retreat. The general comes to terms with what is happening while the colonel takes charge and orders the evacuation.

Once again, a good scene in a vacuum, but I really need a few more minutes to get to know the general to feel this emotional moment. His whole world is crashing around him, and he is realizing it is his fault (though, not really cause its the guy from the opening's fault they were found), but since I've only seen him for eight minutes I don't feel anything for him.

Power goes up to fight the bad guys and wins. Now that I have normal humans to compare the power suits too, I have to ask what it is they do. They obviously provide armor, but it isn't much. One shot in episode one went through Power's suit and injured him, and in this episode one window took out 40% of their charge. Do they make you a better shot? That would make sense, but they haven't had the time to really explain what the suits do other than sell toys.

Another good scene which calls back to the General's rant earlier about "not having any good songs to win the war" Too bad I can't understand what he's saying because the mixing is so bad.

Does anyone have subtitles for this show? I miss out on about a quarter of the dialogue and I'm watching each episode a half-dozen times to take notes.

It was just last episode that we learned that digitizing sucks, so obviously we have to do it again to the crazed general. Kids love torture and horrific pain.

We enter this episode's climatic battle (which your toys can play along with!) and its just as long and boring as the first. This one at least has some choreography as Soaron and Hawk fly around each other to land hits, but the special effects don't do the concept justice.

Okay, I've been wondering how Scout can hologram as a robot and not get spotted and this scene explains it. The robots don't have wireless communication, otherwise they wouldn't have to wave to each other. This means they likely are more man than machine (if they are part human, that isn't confirmed yet).

Power gets shot a lot here. He's kind of weak for being the Master of the Power Suits. That also means that one window > 30 laser blasts.

I didn't notice it earlier, but Power also has a symbol on his suit. It kind of looks like the military one(?), but it's a bird. I guess this is the future Air Force logo. There isn't much to say really, it's a bird (or a person) spreading its wings before a rising (or setting) Sun. Neat, but it's no eyeball angel sword.

That robot tried to run! They can feel fear!? Who programs a fear response into your robots? Unless these robots are former people. Them being people would explain why Dread digitizes people, he needs brains to power his robots.

No, these ones have a robot head. So they are robots who can feel fear. Weird. Or, the human parts aren't in the head. I'm leaning towards them being in the flashy chest. That's why it's a glow from another reality; it's formed from human souls.

The episode ends with Hawk saving power and saying "Thanks." "Heh, What are friends for?" as they fly off into the sunset.

Note to writers: NEVER end your story with a "characters joke to each other as the episode fades to black" is is never good. You want to end on a punchy one-liner? Make it relevant to the story. "What are friends for?" has no bearing on the episode or the characters. It does nothing but remind me I'm watching a show for children. In this instance, you're better off with them riding off in silence as the music swells. Anything else would ruin the tone. 

If you had to have an ending line, have it be something like hoping the soldiers made it out ("I hope we bought them enough time." "We have to hope for a lot of things." or "Hope's all we can do for them," etc.) or a "Took you long enough." "I was taking the scenic route." (this one is still eh as it doesn't mean anything. It's fine to end the scene but absolutely not to end the episode). Make your ending matter; it is often the only thing people remember from your story.

Overall, a pretty decent episode. Keeping up the quality of the first (for good and ill). It has some interesting sci-fi concepts and storylines, some good characters, some good dialogue. I especially liked the general. His actor did a good job, and his scenes carried this episode.

However, it also has rough pacing, bad special effects (good for its time, but not good enough to stand the test of it), and the same identity crisis as before. It tries so hard to be a 'real' show but the forced toy-ins bring it down. This episode faired a little better as the final battle was really the only egregious part and can easily be skipped.

[super-predictable98]

My Dad's Mind Maze (Recovery AU)

Chapter 1: The Day a Bomb Exploded in My Father's Brain

Word Count: 1,9 k

Warning: Strong language, mild sexual content

a/n: Hello everyone! So I'm finally getting back into writing a bit and this old draft is the first in line while I work on another Casanova request. Hope you all like it <3

"My daddy is like a superhero!" Little Ophelia said while the other girls talked about their dads after ballet class.

"Your dad's a plumber, catch yourself on," one of the girls said and the others laughed.

"Yeah! He's a plumber but he helps people so he's like a hero, and he's going to school too, and he can make me fly when he tosses me up. He's a hero!" She started getting upset at how the other girls giggled.

"What is going on here?" Alan asked when he entered the room.

"Dad!" Ophelia ran into his arms. "The girls were laughing at me cause they say you're not a hero."

"That's because they don't know what a hero is, sweetheart," he took his daughter in his arms. "They think heroes are always like superman or batman, but sometimes a hero is just someone who can make your life a little better."

"You make my life a lot better," she hid her face in the crook of his neck.

"See? Then I'm your hero, they're just jealous they don't have a hero of their own."

"They said you're just a plumber."

"I am, and I saved a woman today from having her entire house flooded, isn't that something? Her kitties would all be under water if it wasn't for me."

"She had kitties?"

"She did, three! They were called Larry, Garry, and Jerry."

"You're the best, Dad… you saved the kitties!" Ophelia laughed.

"Now come on, princess, let's get home so you can show me the new moves you learned. I need to improve my dancing!"

*

Time changes many things, it makes little girls grow up into women, it makes fathers turn from heroes to… slightly older heroes. But Ophelia's love for her father remained unchanged, if anything, it grew.

Her world was crushed when the police knocked on her door to let her and her family know that her dad was admitted to the hospital after being run over by a truck. Alan was in a coma for a while, but she didn't care that he wouldn't respond, she kept coming to see him every single day.

Ophelia would sing, bring different essential oils to stimmulate his senses. She took care of him in every way she possibly could, knowing her mother wasn't strong enough to handle everything, her twin Dean would most likely lash out because of how frustrated he was, and her younger brother Joel couldn't exactly understand what was going on.

"I can't keep watching him do nothing," Dean said.

"Will you shut up?" Ophelia cried. She also felt like that, but didn't have the courage to say it.

She was carefully trimming her father's nails. "There you go, all better. Maybe I should trim his beard too, I'll get the trimmer."

"Oph, you don't have to do this," Tricia said.

"I know, I want to," the girl said with tears in her eyes. "I can't spend time with him, but I can do this. At least we're Bonding."

"Daddy's girl…" she teased. That title had been given Ophelia from a very young age, ever since she was a baby and would only stop fussing on her dad's arms. More than once, she caught herself wishing her mother was the one in a coma instead of her father… not that she'd ever admit it.

Carefully, Ophelia trimmed her dad's beard while she covered his chest with a towel and then combed his hair.

"You're so handsome now, see?" She whispered and kissed his forehead. "Please come back to us, Daddy, please come back to me."

"He touched my boob the other day," Tricia murmured. "They said it was a spasm, a motor response, but… it felt like he knew."

"That sounds like Dad," Ophelia chuckled.

Tricia had been working double shifts to make sure the family would have enough money while Alan couldn't work, which left her eldest daughter to care for her father almost every day. She was out of school already, she graduated early six months before and was headed to a music conservatory, but none of that mattered anymore.

"He's up! He's awake!" Ophelia cried on the phone when she saw her dad open his eyes and carefully read the note that was hangin above his bed stating who he was, where he was, and why he was there.

"What? Really? I'll be there in fifteen minutes!" Tricia shouted and immediately hung up.

"Hey, Dad!" Ophelia smiled at him, but his expression was unchanged until he started screaming. He was confused and scared, he tried to get up, but the medical staff was trying to hold him down.

"Fuck off! Fuck off! Let me go!" He struggled and squirmed.

"What is happening?" She asked.

"Post coma agitation, it's very common," one of the nurses explained. "You've had an accident, Alan, that's why you're in hospital now."

"Don't you have any medication you can give him for that?"

"You!" Alan pointed at his daughter.

"It's me, Dad, it's me! I've been here the whole time!"

"Did you bring the outline drawings with the elevations?" he mumbled. "Unless I see the drawings I don't now weather I can build it for you or not in the time frame."

"Do you know who this is, Alan? Who is this girl?" The nurse asked.

"It's me, Daddy, it's Ophelia."

"Ophelia… that's a weird name," he snorted with laughter.

"I'm your daughter."

"My daughter? I haven't got a daughter."

"Yeah you do, look," she pulled out of her bag a photo album and opened to show him a picture of him holding her and his twin brother. "Look, it's you and this is me, this is Dean, your son."

"Don't be daft, that's not you… this is a baby, you're not a baby."

"I was a baby one day. Look, do you know who this is?" Ophelia turned the page to show a picture of her mother holding her.

"Is that… have I seen her before?"

"Yeah! She's your wife, Tricia. My mother."

"My wife? Cheryl! Yeah, that's Cheryl!" Alan smiled, quite proud of himself for remembering.

"No, Dad, Cheryl was your high school girlfriend, this is my mum, Tricia. You married her after."

"Did I?"

"Yeah, look at you two in Portugal," Ophelia pointed. "That's you and that's her. You remember that? You went on holiday together."

"It was hot," he murmured. "On a hovercraft together."

"Holiday," she giggled.

"Honeycomb… Yeah, a honeycomb."

"Holiday," she tried not to laugh, but it was too silly. If her father wasn't the one with a life changing brain injury, she would've been cackling.

She rememebered he used to do that game when she was child, a game in which he'd pronounce words wrong just so she'd correct him and he'd say 'but what did I say?' so she'd repeat his mispronounciation and he'd ask again 'and what's the right one?' until she would get pouty and irritated and he'd laugh… He loved to annoy his little girl, that is every father's favorite pastime, after all.

"What the fuck am I doing here anyway?" Alan got upset after being corrected and tried to take his shirt off. "I wanna go home!"

"Hey hey, calm down, sorry for laughing," Ophelia held him in place and once she was on top of him he smirked.

"Come here often?" He teased.

"Yes, because I'm your daughter and you're my father and I'm taking care of you."

The nurse assured that the amnesia would go away, even if his recovery took months or years, he's at least remember who she was, who the rest of the family and his old friends were. It was comforting to think at least that much was true, but it was undeniable that something was broken. That wasn't her father, that was somebody else she'd need to learn how to love and avoid pressuring with her expectations of who whe was supposed to be.

Ophelia frowned, thinking of what her life would look like from now on, what his life would look like. How could someone she looked up to and admired so much, someone who cared for her and was supposed to make her feel protected was now this shell of a man? He needed protection, he needed to be taken care of now. There's something so depressing about having to care for the ones who cared for you.

And of course, the harrassment started. Alan's impulse control was gone and he's make the most ludicrous comments without a filter, he's touch women innapropriately simply for not understanding what was or not appropriate anymore. And his daughter wasn't an exception. Three times, three times it happened that day

"Nice ass!" Alan reached to grab Ophelia from behind.

"No!" She screamed, swatting his hand away. "Dad, don't do that. This isn't right and I don't like it. You can't do this, remember the father-daughter touches I taught you just now?"

"But it's so nice, you're so sexy, you look like my girlfriend."

"That's because you married that girlfriend and had me, I'm your daughter, I'm Ophelia. Remember?"

"Tricia…"

"No, not Tricia. Ophelia."

"Ophelia," Alan murmured.

"Yes!" For a moment she had hope, he understood. She saw it in his eyes that he remembered her and all the good times they shared when she grew up.

"Oh look at the tits on ya…" he went to fondle her again and once more she had to push him away.

"Dad! Don't! Please, Daddy," she was on the verge of crying. The nurse told her the amnesia would go away soon, but it was painful.

"Damn right I'm your daddy, you're Daddy's good girl, huh? Why don't you come sit in Daddy's lap for a little ride?"

"Please stop," she had to look down to hide her tears.

"But you're so beautiful, Trish, just a little. I can't help myself, just looking at you gives me a hard on."

"Please, Dad, please remember me," Ophelia held up a photo of herself in her old ballet uniform.

"That's my daughter, she's taking fencing lessons."

"Dancing lessons, Dad. That's your daughter, that's me when I was four!"

"What the hell happened to you?"

"I grew up, it's been seventeen years."

Ophelia couldn't hold back, she let out a pained sob and hid her face behind her hands. She just wanted her father back, the wanted him to protect her and tell her everything would be fine.

"Ophelia," Alan finally said, taking her in his arms. "Oph, my baby, it's alright. Daddy's here, it's alright. Remember what mum said? Breathe and count to ten, shall we?"

"Dad…"

"Yeah."

"I love you," she hugged him tightly.

"Why are you crying, princess? I love you too, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing."

"Baby, what did I do?" He asked suddenly, even though she knew in an hour he'd forget she wasn't Tricia again and try to touch her. "I didn't mean to."

"I want my Daddy," tears shed down her face though she tried to hold back for his sake.

"I'm here, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

"I'm not the daddy I used to be? I'm so sorry, my little darling, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. You're a different daddy, but I love you all the same."

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WIP Question Game

My thanks to @aestheic-writer18 for the tag!

In this game, I'll be answering nine general questions for my current WIP, Kelovir.

1. What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

So Kelovir (though it went by a different name back then) was started back in NaNoWriMo 2022. I usually start WIPs by writing a scene or two that helps me build a plot and characters, but because of the time constraints of the challenge, the first thing I did was create a planning document (I wasn't doing any prose writing because the planning doc was in October). The first thing in that document was a main character summary, and the first MC I covered was Narra. Up until a week ago, she was the only thing in that document (sans names, I usually like my names) that was still accurate. I'm beginning giving her a rewrite, and once I'm done, that planning document will be 99% outdated

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

I actually did a thing and wrote one for that exact hypothetical (It's not very good) I have several ideas, but most of those songs were written for other specific pieces of media. Of the ones that aren't, there's three distinct emotions that tend to crop up (so if it were a three season show it could have a different intro every season, like some animes): Anger, Melancholy, and Hope, for which I'd respectively say

Evil Ways or When the Devil Calls from those "Dark Country" albums (don't remember the artists)

2. Good People by PMP or Streets of Gold by Aviators

3. Forward Motion by TFK

Though now that I think of it, Slow Farewell (from the Dark Country albums) might work well as a singular intro.

3. What other pieces of media could share a fan base with your WIP?

Given that I've shared very little of my writing, I don't really know who it appeals to, so instead I'm just going to list half-a-dozen of my influences (in no particular order, probably affected by recency bias) and hope that people who like what I like also like what I do:

Brandon Sanderson (a lot of thematic inspiration and a bit of character [Ik what it looks like, but I hadn't read Stormlight before the main trio and the idea of Brands were both fully formed, I swear])

Fire Emblem (Dauria literally only exists because of Sacae, Cellic takes a lot of inspo from Dimitri, Anesaru takes a bit of inspo from Edelgard [sorry El stans, I promise I don't treat her too harshly])

FMA:B (character inspo mostly, esp. Maiph)

LotR, ofc (thematic inspo, a few literary conventions like characters spontaneously bursting into song lol)

Firefly (dialog inspo)

FFIV (a lot of character inspo)

4. Who are your favorite character/s and why?

It's Cellic. It has been and always will be Cellic. I've harped on about him before, and for the sake of space here, I'll try to keep it concise this time. He takes the part of me that wanted to be a hero as a kid, and he embodies that heroism as he walks through the world I saw as a teenager, and, though he breaks, becomes the kind of person I want to be and befriend as an adult. He bears the Trace of Devotion and (spoilers) the Brand of Justice, and (also spoilers) passes the trial of Beauty, and (also spoilers but very predictable) marries someone who bears the Seal of Healing. He's archetypical in many ways to be sure, but his dependability and classic heroism are part of what makes him my favorite.

5. What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP?

The oft-mentioned lack of discipline that leaves me unable to actually progress. Apart from that though, probably the fact that my outline means that who I attempt to write my characters as and who they actually are as they evolve on the page aren't the same, and that can cause some sticking points.

6. How do your characters get around?

Mostly by running or flying. Four named characters have wyverns, another one has wings, three or so can fly w/ magic, and the rest just learn to suck it up and hike it out.

7. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

A lot of dragonkin. There's the aforementioned wyverns, two amphipteres, and one currently-though-not-originally-incorporeal dragon god. All of these are sentient, and all of them but two of the wyverns have dialogue. Aside from the dragonkin: there's several horses, sheep, goats, and boars for domesticated animals, and several more... interesting beasts for wild creatures. Particularly valrak, giant fusions of scorpion, wasp, spider, and beetle that eat everything and spread like fauna kudzu, and whatever demon things the summoners of Clan Anyraz pull from what is essentially the nether. For mythological reasons, wild animals tend to be hostile to people. You'll find the occasional neutral one, but animals have a surprisingly good reason for hating humanity.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

I'm working on my rewrite of Narra, which you can help give me ideas for here! Once I get that revision done I'm going to resume drafting, specifically I'm going to finish the flashback sequence where Cellic's mother dies.

9. What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

HOW DARE YOU FORCE ME TO BE POSITIVE ABOUT MYSELF!

Dialogue. I like to think I'm pretty good at it, both the funny parts and the deep parts (which are sometimes the same). My descriptive style is still evolving, but luckily I think it's changing for the better. Also, thematically it talks about things that I think are important, and I'm told that the enthusiasm of the writer often translates to enthusiasm of the reader.

Aaaand that should do it! I've seen this passing around a few times and ik several of the people I'd otherwise tag have done it already, so Imma just leave this as an open tag! If you see this and you want in, that means YOU!