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yanyanderes · 3 years ago

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Yandere rottmnt brothers halloween speciell scenario:

You and the gang decided to go to a corn maze for halloween this year, dressed in your finest costumes you split up in groups of two but due to there being five of you Donnie opted to go alone. So the groups were Raph and Mikey, you and Leo. So there you were wandering through the tall corn stalks anticipating when the poorly carved out wooden skeleton would jump out and scare you. Despite being a scaredy cat you were the one to suggest this, Leo didn't complain however because of how close you were holding him. You stumbled upon a pile of leaves, the sight brought on your inner child as you ran towards them. Leo watches in amusement half tempted to join until something within the leaves caught his eye, he has never reacted so fast in his life. He grabbed you by the waist just as you were about to jump pulling you oway from the colorful pile taking a few straps back, you're confused and a bit peeved, you open your mouth to complain but Leo cuts you off.

“stay close to me”

He demanded, the sudden change in his tone shook you to your core. It wasn't often he was this serious, he cursed under his breath.

Slowly you looked down to where he was staring at, and although it was hard to see due to the lack of any light source except for the moonlight, when you did spot it it made your blood run cold.

Among the leaves were the metal jaws of a bear trap.

The lively little maze that you have threaded into wasn't so innocent looking anymore, it's laughable “scary” decor was now replaced with haunting imagery, the kinda stuff you could only dream of. Now with that in mind your goals have changed from having fun to finding the others, STAT.

The thing with the maze is that it's sentient, it wants to kill its victims in a way that would symbolize what monster they dressed up as, but now it's found an interest in you, and your “friends”. It senses what they have done behind closed doors or in the dark always. The scars on their adversaries would tell you that much, it serves as a burning memory of what will happen if they lay another finger on you. It wanted to see the extent the turtles are willing to go on keeping you safe.

Besides, there's nothing like tearing a family apart on Halloween :)

BRO I’M JUST- i’m sorry it took so long to respond, schedule’s been all over the place lately but like-

when i first read this i was in a library and i was trying so hard to not s c r e a m at how big brain you are

this is SO

UR MIND IS SO

i’m sorry i just love this idea so much i-

you got me gushing in a library bro-

especially at the ending! BRO WHERE DO YOU GET ALL THESE SCRUMPTIOUS IDEAs

imagining all the brothers teaming up to get (y/n) out of the maze safely. they probably struggle to do this, assuming the maze has mystic powers that tamper with their weapons, meaning leo can’t just portal everyone out because that would be too easy. also the connection isn’t very good, so donnie has trouble tracking (y/n) down even with the tracker he secretly placed on them when they were asleep-

the moment donnie, mikey, and raph find out how dangerous this maze is, you can bet on your life they’re fIGHTING TOOTH AND NAIL TO GET BACK TO THEM, IF THEY COULD THEY’D B U R N THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND DO NOT TEST THEM.

with your idea of the maze killing it’s victims in a symbolic way and knowing what the brothers did, i’m just- my mind just keeps going back to the thought of the maze just taunting the brothers by subtly hinting to (y/n) about all the horrific things they do in their name, as if it’s like “lmao you’re gonna die knowing your loved ones are crazy obsessed psychopaths <3”

and the brothers are all scrambling around, trying to make sure (y/n) can’t see what’s going on. like, the maze will start making them see stuff and they’re all like

“UHHH IT’S TOO GRUESOME CLOSE YOUR EYES!”

“YEAH KEEP YOUR EYES ON US! WE’LL HANDLE IT JUST DON’T LOOK!”

“I’LL TAKE CARE OF IT! JUST TURN AWAY FOR A SEC!”

“AND IF YOU DO HAPPEN TO SEE ANY OF THIS, THE MAZE IS LYING!”

and the maze is just so smug seeing the brothers try to hide their dark secret while (y/n) is just like “????”

AND THERE ARE SO MANY POSSIBLE ENDINGS

maybe everyone makes it out safe! the turtles, against all odds, escaped with (y/n), all without letting them know their secret!

but the whole event leaves (y/n) rather scarred, and they end up having nightmares because that whole thing was horrifying. the things they saw and went through, it ends up pushing them even further into the brothers’ arms, giving them more chances to isolate them from their other loved ones. ok, maybe this little outing had a few upsides…

and then there’s a possibility of everyone making it out safely, but (y/n) learned what the brothers are really like and cut them out of their life, leading to the brothers kidnapping them.

“(y/n)! i’m sorry, you- you were never meant to see any of that! come here, i know you’re scared- no, don’t push me away… we don’t wanna force you into anything. but we can’t let you get hurt again.”

“we’ve been keeping you safe for years, we just helped you out of a death-maze, and you still wanna leave us?? no! we’re not gonna let that happen!”

“if anything, today has proven that you truly need us. who else can say they would fight a sentient corn maze for you, hm? now, we could either do this the easy way or the hard way.”

“don’t worry! we know you’re scared, but we promise, we’ll keep you safe from now on! because you’ll never leave the lair again! we’ll have so much fun! we can cook together, watch movies together, play games together-”

and then there’s the possibility of making it out… not in tip-top shape.

if one of the brothers gets really badly hurt, or doesn’t even make it out… ohhh boy. that’s a whole ‘nother can of worms.

will probably expand a bit more on the last topic when halloween gets closer. who knows 😌

this is really making me wanna draw all the turtles together with (y/n), dang-

your scenarios are ✨immaculate✨ thank you v much for sharing and happy halloween✨✨✨✨

#yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt 2018 #yandere #yandere leo #yandere raph #yandere donnie #yandere mikey #yandere halloween special #you work miracles my friend✨✨#and you can bet your soul that if donnie makes it out he’s gonna nuke that maze ❤️❤️❤️❤️#yan-asks

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milkytheholy1 · 4 years ago

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A bang in the night..

A/N: Howdy everyone, I know it feels like a long time ago when I reached 800 followers and as promised I have written this fic specifically to celebrate that. Now if you happen to read Apocalyptic Love, firstly thank you so much, and secondly, I stated in one of the chapters a choice between a rise fic or a 2012 fic. By an unbelievable demand, I got a lot of rise requests, so here we are.

I was originally planning on doing both, but since being back at uni full time, yes that's why I've slightly disappeared, I haven't found the time to do it. So for now, there's only the rise fic. It's also taken a while to write, mainly because I haven't been motivated to write even when I get good ideas for fics.

This fic is also a little late because it is after all meant for Halloween, the spooky date. But if you're reading this before Halloween it probably means I was too impatient and posted it way before the 31st. Finally, I just want to say thank you so much for 800 followers, whether you joined for turtles, Tech or Peter Maximoff, I appreciate the support and that you're sticking with me and my dodgy uploading schedule.

I am trying to get back into writing, hence why I made AL weekly to force myself to write each week. I also plan on doing a lot more non-turtle fics cause Ik a lot of you aren't here for that. So, if you already follow me, please stick around I promise it'll be worth it and if you happen to see this around then mayhaps give me a follow and you might like other things that I write!

Thank you! Now enjoy!

- Milky :3

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The lair was filled with sounds of distant yelling and screams, the obnoxiously loud orchestra dramatising the poor acting even more. Fake cobwebs became indistinguishable between the real ones, dangling skeletons and cotton spiders hung from the walls; it was a sight to behold.

The Hamato family was big on Halloween, not only for its freedom it provided in the forms of costumes and uncontrollable scares, but also that it brought the group closer together like any other holiday.

This year saw some new members join in on the ol'Hamato traditions, Casey and Draxum were adjusting, to say the least. While Casey approached the event like a training exercise, practically pouncing on anything that went 'boo!'. Draxum saw it as more of a hindrance, it was so meaningless and childish to dress up and scare strangers for a sugary treat.

Mikey had tried to change his stance on the idea more than the others, he was, after all, the holiday planner. Any specific event on the calendar had to be celebrated, national cupcake day? Celebrated. National warm fuzzy jumper day? Celebrated. Even national school day was celebrated; there was no event too small or too grand for Mikey to plan.

The family was smushed into the projector room, a god-awful, cheap horror movie flickering on the screen. The turtles were sat on the beanbags, Mikey hidden under the shipton of blankets, the pile shaking with fear. Leo and Donnie sat beside each other, every so often Leo would grab Donnie by the shoulder causing the poor soft-shell to jump in place.

And Raph was sat beside the recliner, a pumpkin in his lap and a knife in his hand. His tongue was poking out through his lips as he carved away, appreciating that even though he wasn't an artist like Mikey, he didn't do a bad job.

Splinter was perched on the armchair, a large drink in his hand and roasted pumpkin seeds in the other. Draxum had taken up the rest of the room on the poor chair, shoulders slouched as to accommodate even more. April and Casey were squished into the other corner of the room, armed with only pillows and a single blanket, no thanks to Mikey.

Casey was buzzing, it was the first Halloween where she wasn't patrolling the streets and shouting at children for taking more than one sweet from the bucket; she took her job very seriously. As the movie played on, Casey grew more and more excited about the plot, even if it was just a b-rated horror movie.

It got so bad April had to take the poor girl to the kitchen for "Snacks" and a "Chance to talk about the movie in detail,". Draxum continued to moan and groan about the shoddy camera work and effects, likening it to something his ex-minions made.

"I still don't get it," he growled out, struggling to fold his arms to show his frustration even further. Splinter chuckled beside him, shoving another handful of pumpkin seeds in his mouth before responding, "As the master of legendary Halloween costumes, I believe Halloween is a chance to be someone you're not. You can be a spy or a zombie, something that allows you to express yourself."

"And what would you suggest I be?" Draxum huffed, the idea of dressing up only pushing him further away from liking the holiday,

"What about happy?" Leo smirked, earning a few snickers from the three remaining brothers. Draxum sometimes wished he had left Leo hanging over that rooftop just a little longer before dropping him, but he put it aside knowing he had to still prove himself to the teen.

"Ha, ha, you're so funny with your witty jokes, Leonardo." Draxum chided, Leo gave him a thumbs up from where he slouched, refusing to make eye contact with the tall goat man. As the movie went on, the screen began to flicker and stick, not long after the power went out. The whole lair was plunged into darkness, the only light coming from Donnie's tech-brace.

"Whew, I mean, ooooh nooooo! The power went out, what a shame! Guess we'll never finish that movie now!" Mikey whined, but he couldn't help the smile that fell onto his face. Soon enough, the room was lowly illuminated again by the turtles' phones; placing them all in a circle with the flashlight feature on, it felt like an artificial campfire.

As Casey and April made their way back into the projector room, complaining about this whole situation, they sat with everyone else and put their phones in the middle; increasing their visibility. Splinter leaned forwards in his chair, rubbing his clammy hands together with a Cheshire grin on his face.

"What a perfect time to start telling some scary stories," he mused. Mikey bolted upright, eyes bulging out of his head, "Scary stories! C-can't we just s-sit in a circle and sing s-songs?"

"No!" Splinter shouted, getting back into a comfortable position. He leaned his face over the lights to cast a grizzly shadow along his emphasised features, "Oh me! memememememe! I want to tell a scary story! Choose me!" Casey yelled, interrupting Splinter's moment. The rat sighed but let the very eager girl go first, "Ok, so, there was once a house by a haunted lake. A couple was staying over for the weekend and left the doors unlocked, the killer crept in and...CUT THEM TO PIECES AND FED THEM TO THE FISHES!" she cackled.

The others blinked slowly at her, finding it hard not to laugh at her not so scary attempt at a scary story. Splinter stared at the girl before speaking with uncertainness, "Okaaaay, now it's time for a real story-" he went on to tell a story about a possessed girl living among demons, etc etc. The scary had its strong points but Donatello concluded that the ending could have used a little more pizazz.

"Okay, now let me show you how a real horror story is meant to go," Leo boasted, cracking his fingers, then knuckles, then neck. The others begged him to start sometime soon before they died of boredom, "Ok, ok, I get it." he huffed out, pacing himself.

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"-and just when he thought he was safe, a loud clatter sounded from behind him, the killer was close-" before Leo could finish his story, a large crash came from somewhere in the lair. Mikey clung to Raph's bulky arm, shaking and squirming in his seat, "W-what was that?" he cried out. Raph squinted his eyes as he tried to see in the dark, but with the power still out it was a lost cause, "I don't see anythin'."

"It was probably a rat or something, maybe the pipes, you do live in a sewer if you haven't noticed. Besides, all sorts of rodents live down here, they're attracted to disgusting things." Draxum shrugged, not having jumped like the others at the sound. Splinter squinted his eyes at the goat, "I am sitting right here,"

"Anywaaaay," Leo continued on, ignoring the sound altogether and going on with his story. Once Leo was done, April took over, more sounds came from parts of the lair, startling the group but not enough to warrant moving. At this point, everyone but Mikey was actively involved in all the stories, even Draxum leant forward just a bit. April's story was about Mrs Cuddles, a story Raph found very unsettling.

"Her final message to the girl scout group was: 'I'll see you soon~' and they were never seen again."

"Ugh, geez April, did you really have to bring up that thing?" Raph shuddered, the feeling of Mrs Cuddles' dainty cotton paws scaling his back felt real, but it must have been his mind playing tricks on him.

"You know what they say, Raph? True horror is always based in reality."

"I don't think that's a saying, at least, not one that I've ever heard." Donnie argued, but shrugged it away as it now came to him for a story. Donnie was particularly excited, he knew his time with the imaginary mic would be memorable, you could say he had a few tricks up his battleshell.

As he began telling his show-stopper of a horror story, he'd slowly instruct his spider arms to slink around the group unnoticed by the others. When he began to ramp up his story, he had effectively scared everyone at some point, poor Mikey couldn't take much longer; he won't be able to sleep for months at this rate. Draxum was still a tough cookie, not really jumping like everyone else, it grew on Donnie's nerves to know he hadn't spooked everyone; though he did a great job.

"With the maid hiding in the bathroom stalls, the masked killer kicked the door open, the metal hitting the walls with a bang that shook the stall's framing. One by one the doors opened, the sound getting louder and louder until they reached the final stall. The maid waited, knowing this would be her demise, but it went silent. The killer had seemingly left her alone...until-"

BANG

The group jumped, Mikey nearly reached the ceiling with how high he went. The turtles shot up onto their feet, Leo, Donnie and Raph pulled out their weapons, taking a defensive stance in the archway of the projector room. The lair around them was still pitch black, whatever was out there was very real and very much coming for them.

April, Casey, Splinter and Draxum stood beside the boys, each holding their own mean face. Mikey stood further behind them, shaking like a leaf but still wanting to help fight with his family. The sounds continued to get louder, quick footsteps could be heard darting all around them. Doors slammed, pots and pans rattled, then it all stopped.

Leo puffed out a breath, slowly starting to relax again, "Well, whaddya know-"

Then the power came back on, everyone groaned and wept about their eyes burning after spending hours in inky blackness. The breaker box was close to the projector room, facing the entrance, a big metal box screwed to the sewer walls. A figure stood beside it, those beady eyes and that malicious smile, "Hellooooo, again~" Mrs Cuddles hummed, her paw on the power switch.

Everyone in the room screamed, eyes bulging wide, teeth bared and sweat dripping down their faces. This was true terror, even Draxum was screaming at the top of his lungs. April was right, genuine horror is very much set in reality.

"Happy Halloween~" Mrs Cuddles cackled out, flicking the light switch off once again...

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mokuhchi-manuscripts · 4 years ago

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Bones of the Ancient

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Premise: Tsukkiyama (Fluff) Word Count: 1,288 Content Warning(s): None

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“Yamaguchi.”

“Yeah, Tsukki?” Yamaguchi looked up towards the bed and unexpectedly made eye contact with Tsukishima. He expected to see him peering down towards his phone or reading one of the books scattered across his room; he wasn’t particularly expecting to have Tsukishima peering directly at him. How long had he just been watching him? Yamaguchi immediately shifted his gaze back towards his game, a slight blush dusting his cheekbones.

“Have you done anything besides play that game?” Tsukishima raised an eyebrow while he subconsciously shifted his body towards Yamaguchi.

“Tsukki, you don’t understand. I’ve been waiting for this game to be released for two years, and now that I have it, of course I’m going to want to play it!”

“I just don’t understand the hype. You’re just some random mayor-”

“Resident representative.”

“Of some town-”

“Island.”

“And all you do is catch fish, bugs, and dig yourself further into crippling debt to a raccoon... How is that even fun?”

“Tom Nook is an honest business man and doesn’t even charge interest on his loans!” Yamaguchi playfully raised his voice, a laugh trailing at the end. “But here, let me show you.” Yamaguchi untucked his legs from underneath him and lifted himself from his boyfriend’s desk chair. He promptly sat on the bed and found his way into Tsukishima’s lap. “So first, here is what my town looks like!” Yamaguchi tilted the screen so Tsukishima could easily view it without craning his neck at odd angles to see around the boy in his lap. Subconsciously and without realization, Tsukishima wrapped his arms around the other boy and linked his hands together on Yamaguchi’s stomach, not even noticing he had vaguely pulled him closer as he rested his chin on his shoulder. Displayed on the screen was a character with a wide smile, oval nose, big brown eyes, and shaggy messy brown hair. “I had to timeskip to unlock that hairstyle,” Yamaguchi explained despite the lack of questioning. Tsukishima quirked an eyebrow only to remember his boyfriend could not see his face, so instead he clicked his teeth with a brief ‘tch’. To anyone else, it may have come across as vague annoyance, but Yamaguchi knew the subtleties in his body language and voice too well after spending the past seven years or so by his side and knew it was just a confirmation that he was listening.

“It’s true! Apparently you unlock the ‘bedhead’ style after not playing for, like, a week, so I skipped forward and back again to get it since it’s the closest to my hairstyle.”

“Ah,” was all the other boy replied. Yamaguchi pushed the left joy-con stick as his character began to move around. He talked as he showed his boyfriend the cobblestone streets he had designed and placed, the layout he so expertly figured out after spending way too many bells and hours to count, and briefly showed the villagers he had accumulated.

Finally, he stopped outside the museum. “I thought you’d find this the most interesting, Tsukki!”

“And why’s that?”

“You’ll see!” Yamaguchi softly giggled to himself, vaguely teasing. He walked into the museum, and the screen briefly went black as the game loaded. Yamaguchi smiled to himself, turned his head to the side, and left a brief kiss on the corner of the other boy’s mouth. He saw the blonde briefly role his eyes, but the slight pink on his cheeks was unmistakable. Yamaguchi smiled and turned back towards his game.

“Who’s that?” the blonde mumbled.

“Oh!” Yamaguchi said, “That’s Blathers! He’s the museum curator. He really loves dinosaurs and fossils.”

“He has good taste.”

“I figured you’d appreciate that.”

Tsukishima hummed in response. Yamaguchi continued to explain every bug and fish he had caught up to that point. Despite the lack of direct confirmation of interest, he continued to ramble knowing that, despite his boyfriend’s exterior of indifference, he was contently listening.

Suddenly, Yamaguchi stopped talking, and Tsukishima noticed they had made it back to the main entrance of the museum.

“And I’m assuming this concludes the tour-”

“Nope! I’ve saved the best for last.” Yamaguchi flashed a smile as he made his way towards the back of the museum and entered the fossil section.

That’s a-”

“Oh look, a trilobite. That’s pretty neat. I didn’t know you could dig up fossils in this game.” Tsukishima cut off Yamaguchi.

“I figured you’d find this the most interesting, Tsukki.”

“Shut up, Yamaguchi.” The smaller boy stuck his tongue out in retaliation, causing the other to roll his eyes as he tried to stop the vague smile from appearing on his face.

“Tsukki, you should tell me about these fossils and such.” He paused. “I mean- only if you’d like.”

“Shut up, Yamaguchi.” he mumbled as he planted a chaste kiss on his neck.

Yamaguchi smiled. “Here, you should control the character so it’s easier.” He placed the Switch onto his lap as he unhooked Tsukishima’s arms from around his waist and had him grip the controller. He leaned back and nestled into his boyfriend’s chest and let out a content sigh. Tsukishima rolled his eyes but, again, couldn’t help but smile.

“Well this is a trilobite. They could be smaller than a millimeter or even bigger than 70cm.” Tsukishima hesitated before moving the character, but soon continued to explain the other fossils in the first room. Soon, he was making his way into the second room.

“That’s an archelon over there. ‘Archelon’ actually means ‘ruling turtle’ and they were about...three and a half meters long. And then across from it is a Diplodocus which is...missing a piece of it’s torso…”

“I haven’t been able to find it yet!”

“Anyways, they were around 26m long. They’re actually the longest dinosaur we’ve found with a near complete skeleton. It’s possible other dinosaurs might be longer, such as the Supersaurus, but it’s hard to estimate since we haven’t found enough of a skeleton yet. Diplodocus was also probably one of the slower, if not slowest, dinosaurs because of how far back the center of gravity was since they were so long.

“And then, over here is obviously a T-Rex. One thing that’s sort of interesting and cool I guess is that they may have practiced cannibalism.”

“Tsukki, I think we have different definitions of what constitutes ‘cool’.”

“Oh? And what, Yamaguchi, would you say is ‘cool’?”

Yamaguchi hummed in contemplation, sarcastically placing his hand on his chin in a mockery of thinking. “Well… I guess I’d have to say… That one thing I think is cool is…” Yamaguchi trailed off.

“Please, Yamaguchi, the suspense is killing me.” Tsukishima retorted dryly. Yamaguchi laughed softly in response.

“You.”

“What?”

“I think that you would constitute as cool.” Yamaguchi smiled, obviously very proud of himself.

“Oh my god.” Tsukishima groaned as he buried his head in the other's shoulder, hiding the fact he was vaguely flustered.

“Aw, I can’t believe I flustered the one and only cool and stoic Tsukishima Kei.” Yamaguchi laughed again. “And people are intimidated by you.”

“Shut up, Yamaguchi.” Tsukishima mumbled, scowling into his shoulder.

“Sorry, Tsukki.” Yamaguchi couldn’t help but continue to laugh, but unbeknownst to him, his laughter just continued to fluster his boyfriend more. “Tsukki,” he playfully whined. The only response received was a grumble and the warmth of his boyfriend’s breath on his shoulder. Yamaguchi turned his head once more and placed a kiss to the side of the blonde’s head.

“Okay, come on. Please continue, I’m having fun listening to these facts.” He raised his shoulder in an attempt to get Tsukishima to move. He sighed in response and continued, only pausing to place soft kisses on Yamaguchi whenever he had the urge to.

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elladescent449-artspace · 5 years ago

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It started with the Milk: Chapter 3 - Hysteria and Cream

This was worse. This was so much worse.

Maybe it was the echoing boom from a crack of thunder, or maybe it was the cold sweat, either way, Leo woke up with a tight throat and irritated skin. He inhaled sharply with a whine, forcing himself into a seated position as he tapped around blindly for his phone. He felt the cool case under his finger pads and dragged it across the sheets before weakly flipping it over. Leo flinched when the bright screen blinded him, but he blinked out the pain and stared until the numbers on the screen came into view. He groaned. 2:57 am. Leo flipped the phone back over and flung it across the sheets, he didn’t care when he heard it hit the floor. That’s what the case is for. He plopped back onto his shell and took a deep breath. Then he took another. And another. The rain was back in full force this evening. It was a lot louder than it had been the previous night, and although it helped calm his brain down, it did nothing for his body. Pinpricks erupted on his skin, it was too hot and too cold all at the same time. He turned over, but nothing felt right as he tossed and turned on his mattress. He threw the blanket off of himself and he heard it float to the floor. The naked air felt better against his skin and shell, but it wasn’t enough.

After what happened in the game room, Leo spent the rest of the afternoon skateboarding. Mikey and Raph had attached themselves to their father asking about old recipes and making plans, and while he had seen Donnie walk into his lab, he didn’t see him after that. Leo spent the first hour just practicing on the vert-ramp, but once he got tired of that he took to traveling the sewers. The rain had subsided for mid-day, but the damage to the city’s water system had already been done. Leo had nowhere in particular that he wanted to go, so he had skated all the way to Queen’s checking out the flood rooms. The rainfall, along with the city's usual expected water usage, had caused a major amount of flooding, some routes had been completely blocked off by rivers of sewage. The flood rooms were almost filled to capacity, but seemed to be holding fine. Leo had expected for there to be a worse smell, but thanks to the rainfall the smell wasn’t as bad as usual.

Leo was grateful for the alone time, besides giving him the assurance that his home wasn’t about to be twenty feet under raw sewage, it gave him an opportunity to think. The little voice in his head was giving him less and less reasons to believe that exhaustion was the only reason that Donnie was acting… off. Sure, he was up late, but 120 points. 120 points? He never, ever, dropped below 75% of the score possibility. Leo remembered Donnie remarking about his average score, ‘my room for error will never exceed past 25% in order for me to achieve a consistent rate of success,’ whatever that meant. Leo was able to paraphrase that into, ‘I know that my score won’t be perfect, but I’m not a noob to dance.’ Then there was the water bottle, none of the boys were exactly fans of backwash, but Donnie was especially that last person that Leo would expect to just want some of your water. As Leo rolled through the city’s massive pipes, he couldn’t stop going over the whole scene. Donnie’s eager mannerism to dance wan’t off character, but the way his eyes flickered to the water bottle before they even started dancing. Then there was the super low score and the lack of exhaustion after playing DDR’s most difficult song, it’s like he wasn’t even trying in the first place. Then there was that last moment, not just asking for the water, but the way he looked when Leo wouldn’t take it back. The stare was blank, it was hollow, like no-one was home. Leo had returned home right before dinner, where he, Mikey, Raph, and Dad ate the rest of the Chinese leftovers. Donnie had made his appearance just as they had finished, but Leo didn’t stick around.

He sighed into his hands, the pressure against his eyes had helped, but not as much as he had hoped. Leo slowly dragged himself out of bed, growling in irritation when he nearly tripped over his fallen blanket.

He knew he might be a little peeved, but he chose Dad’s barley tea this time around. After flicking on the burner and pulling the kettle forward, he zoned out while the water boiled. Leo grasped the teabag loosely as he stared at the blue flames. They waved gently in the dark kitchen, illuminating not only the kettle, but it also created a ghost of the stove. With a sigh, Leo folded his arms and closed his eyes. Warmth radiated from the stove and he just stopped thinking. The blackness and the warmth was enough for him to psychologically melt, so he let it happen. He didn’t feel sleepy anymore, he felt tired. Last night was a joke in comparison to this. His weight pulled his skeleton down to the floor and every breath that Leo took was a full body effort that made him even more exhausted with every intake. He wanted to crawl on top of the table, or maybe slip himself into the oven and rest but he knew that that wouldn’t be any better than his own bed.

The whistling of the kettle brought him back. After switching the heat to low he realized that he didn’t have a mug. Chewing toasted barley kernels and drinking boiling water straight from ‘Old Skully’ didn’t sound fun, so Leo left the bag on the counter to quietly rifle through the cabinets. It was Donnie’s turn to do the dishes tonight, so of course there weren't any clean mugs left. With a grumble, Leo quietly picked a random mug from the dishwasher and turned the sink on to its lowest setting, scrubbing quietly at the inside and rim. ‘At least that hasn’t changed,’ Leo involuntarily laughed at the thought. He was right, Donnie never did the dishes when asked unless it was some new attempt at tech. He cut the laugh short though, he didn’t want to think about Donnie right now.

After a quick rinse he walked the dripping mug back to the stove and dropped the bag in. He poured the (thankfully) still boiling water into the cup and walked to the kitchen table.

Leo sat down with a sigh. The steam from his mug glided over his face and he stared at the small blue flames on the stove. If it wasn’t for the aching exhaustion, Leo might have mistaken this moment for a dream. He stared a bit longer until the chill of the evening brought him back to center. Leo picked his tea up and brought it to his face. The tea was a bit more bitter than he would’ve liked, but the toasted, nutty flavor more than made up for it. Instead of his usual sipping, he swallowed gently, he didn’t want to disturb the moment with noise.

There were gaps that lasted minutes between each swallow. He would drink, stare at the stove, and repeat. Leo didn’t want to think about anything right now, his brain was bouncing between a heavy fog and the start of a headache. When he ran out of tea he would walk back to the stove and do a refill, he used the same bag again the first time, but the tea wasn't’ as god when he reused the bag so he began changing it every time after that.. Yeah. Dad was going to be irritated.

As good as the tea was, and as great as the warmth in his stomach felt, it didn’t relax him. He still felt sore, he still felt tired, and he still felt irritated. He lost track of how much tea he drank. When his hand felt the empty bottom of the mugicha box, he felt a pang of regret that was quickly stifled by his need for more tea. He had to refill the kettle, but after a quick boil he started back on the sleepytime.

A distant snap pulled him out of his tea frenzy. He froze. When the snap was followed by a clatter he sat his mug down. He flicked off the stove before sneaking into the common room. Leo hesitated when he saw Donnie’s lab illuminated, but when another noise sounded, he knew that it came from deeper in their home.

He stuck to the shadows as he entered the garage. The turtle tank’s lights were on and he could see the bottom hatch ajar, a shadow danced as something was moving on the inside. He didn’t have his sword. With a quick scan he could see an open toolbox by the back tire of the tank. He snuck over quietly, hesitating when another clang (although quieter than the first) struck the floor from the inside, when he heard nothing else Leo took the largest wrench.

He slid beneath the tank and jumped through the hatch, recovering into a standing position and falling into a fight stance.

Despite his vision being blurred from exhaustion, it wasn’t hard to tell who it was. “Mikey?”

Mikey flinched and turned with the most guilty look on his face. In one hand he grasped a glue stick, and in the other he held the handle of the soft-serve ice cream machine. “Don’t tell Donnie.”

Leo broke out of his fight stance with only a slight stumble and rubbed his temples with a sigh. After a heavy pause, “Mikey, I thought you were a burglar or something…” Leo threw the wrench down with a heavy clang. “What are you doing at-” he looked over his shoulder at the clock in the dashboard and groaned, “4:30 in the morning?”

“I- I wanted some ice cream,” he hesitantly stated with a stutter before breaking into a full ramble. “I woke up a few minutes ago and after talking all day and eating dinner I forgot to have dessert so I woke up and I just really wanted something sweet and I know that donnie just added marshmallow and creamsicle flavor so I thought I’d just come in here real quick and grab some but then the handle wouldn’t go down and I thought “ok I guess i’ll pull a little harder” and then it just SNAPPED in my hands! I got the glue, and it’s my favorite glue stick because it’s worked on everything so far, even dad’s favorite mug, but now the handle won’t stick and I-” As much as Leo loved Mikey, he had to start tuning his voice out or Leo was going to have to start running. Leo stepped over to the machine and looked over to where the metal had snapped.

He cut Mikey off with a snicker. “You forgot to remove the lock before you pulled the lever, dum-dum.” He took the glue stick from Mikey’s hand and capped it, Leo knew that a measly kiddie glue stick wasn’t going to do anything.

“Don’t tell Donnie.” Mikey dropped back down to a whisper, “please don’t tell Donnie you know how he gets about his tech!” Leo took the lever out of Mikey’s hand and lined it up with the break, if they lined it up just right and added a bit of silver paint, they might be able to hide the break from Donnie for a while. “Stop laughing Leo!”

Leo tightened his lips trying to stifle his giggles, “why did you keep pulling on it?”

Mikey hugged himself subconsciously and rocked on his heels, “I thought it would work!”

“So you thought pulling harder on a thing that doesn’t want to go down would work?”

“It works for Raph!” Mikey’s voice rose again in a shout.

Leo folded his arms with a scoff, “Raph pulling harder is the reason we don’t have a microwave anymore.”

Mikey put his face in his hands and groaned, “Donnie’s going to be so mad!” He began pacing in a tight circle.

“Mikey,” Leo reached for his younger brothers shoulder and pulled him into a loose side-hug, “chillax bro, a little glue, a little time, and a silver sharpie will fix this thing right up.”

“The glue didn’t work,” Mikey whined, dragging his hands down his face and pulling at his eyelids.

“Better glue, Micheal,” He waved the glue stick in front of Mikey before chucking it behind them both. Leo hugged him a little tighter and smiled a little wider, “not your grade school craft glue.”

Mikey whined nervously and looked between Leo and the broken lever that he held in his hands, “you really think we can hide it from Donnie?”

Leo covered his mouth for a quick yawn. “Of course, Mikey,” he said softly, “now let’s find some glue.”

With a few minutes and a quick trip into Raph’s craft box, they had collected a small array of different sticky materials. Mikey set them messily on the counter next to the soft-serve machine.

They tried the white craft glue first, but that just dripped down the sides and wouldn't hold when they let go. The fabric glue was a little more discreet, as it was completely clear, but even after holding it for twenty minutes, the handle fell to the floor with a bang. Next was the glue gun.

Despite Donnie’s absolute genius he had neglected to put any normal outlets on the turtle tank, so Leo had to skulk back into the dim garage,and quietly dig for a power cord. Leo crawled back through the bottom hatch carrying a daisy chain of six power cords that he had to assemble together. Mikey got the glue-gun ready.

“Let’s see if this one will work,” Leo smiled, trying to stay positive as he handed Mikey the cord. “One of these has gotta work,” Mikey plugged the gun in and tapped his foot impatiently as it heated on the counter, “Donnie was so proud of this.”

Leo chuckled as he leaned against the counter, “don’t worry,” he yawned as he spoke teasingly, “worse case scenario, I’ll just grab the duct tape and blame it on Raph.”

Mikey pouted but said nothing as he sat down with a thump. It was quiet again.

“Speaking of Donnie…” should he even be talking to Mikey about this?

Mikey groaned at the name. He leaned his head against the wall of the turtle tank, “the ice cream maker was his sixth favorite part of the tank, he’s gonna kill me~” he moaned.

“Every part of the tank is Donnie’s favorite part.” Leo chuckled, but the gravity of his question kept it from being sincere. “Have you noticed anything…” Leo rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously, hesitating to finish his question, “off about him lately?”

“Off how?” Mikey scoffed.

“It’s not serious, it’s just… earlier today we played DDR… and he lost.”

Mikey giggled. “He usually loses Leo, we’ve got too much razzmatazz for ‘em.”

“Well of course he lost to me considering that i’m an amazing dancer,” Leo grinned, but he couldn’t keep it as he continued, “but his score was only 120.”

“That’s pretty low, for Donnie”

“I know!”

Mikey hummed with a smile. “Why are you worried about it? Number 3.”

Leo ignored the tease. “Well, it’s not just that,” he remembered the water bottle, “he drank after me.”

“Ew.”

“Yeah, and at breakfast did you see him drink his coffee?”

“Uh,” Mikey scoffed and leaned his face on his hand as he looked up at Leo, “he has coffee like, every minute of the day?”

“He put milk in it!” Leo rubbed his eyes trying to wipe out some of the drowsiness that was clouding his vision.

“So?”

“This is Donnie! He doesn’t put milk in his coffee!” Leo’s voice rose unintentionally.

“He drinks pumpkin spice Latte’s sometimes.”

“It’s April!” Leo guffawed as he brought his hands up to accentuate his point. Donnie didn't like that they knew about his love affair with fall flavors, but that was the only time he changed his preference. Leo continued to carp, “Donnie’s taken his caffeine black since we were 10, and what. He just starts putting milk in it overnight?”

Mikey speaks softly but firmly, putting his hands up in a defensive position to try and calm Leo down, “calm down Leo, is it really such a big deal that he has a little dairy to go with his beans?”

Leo stopped and snapped his head at Mikey, who flinched at the sudden attention, “so you haven’t noticed anything?”

“I mean…” Mikey hesitated with wide eyes, “Leon… are you ok?”

“I’m fine, just…” Leo repeated quieter, “you haven’t noticed anything?”

There was a pause between them, Mikey sat contemplatively as Leo sighed in frustration, he shouldn’t have said anything.

“I’m sorry Mikey,” Leo stood up straight and took a few uneasy paces before coming back to the counter. He rubbed his face with his hands, the lack of sleep was making him crazy. “I think i’m just tired.”

“It’s okay…” Mikey chuckled. His brows furrowed before he slowly turned his head to look towards Leo. “Donnie just…” He dropped his voice to a nervous mumble, “I mean, there was this one thing but it’s not like the thing he did was anything serious.”

Leo’s eyes widened and he looked to see the nervous expression on Mikey’s face, “what?”

Mikey nervously rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Was it the coffee?” Leo asks.

“No, it wasn’t the coffee,” Mikey laughed awkwardly, folding into himself a little more. “It was yesterday.”

“But you were with Dad and Raph all day, right?” Leo contemplated, he had been in the sewers by himself for the majority of that day, what did he miss?

“No, that was today.” Mikey stated, looking confused.

“So you mean the day after yesterday,”

“Whatever, just…” He looked uncomfortable as he started to pick at the flooring.

“What is it?”

“I don’t…” Mikey tapped his fingers against the floor of the turtle tank, avoiding eye contact briefly as he tried to consider his answer. “It really was just this one thing?” He chuckled quietly. “It’s so dumb too, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

“What do you mean?” Leo went down to the floor and scooted close to Mikey.

Mikey hesitated to answer, “he turned off Shelldon.”

“What?”

“Raph had broken the game cube, so I went to ask Donnie to fix it before dinner. I went in his lab but he wasn’t there, and that’s when I saw Shelly lying in his charging station. I tried talking to him, but he was off. No lights, no eye movement, just… off”

“Like… charging?” Leo asked.

“No.” Mikey answered quickly, still avoiding eye contact as he spoke. “Like off. Off, off.”

“Shelldon can’t turn off,” Donnie had installed multiple processors into Shelldon in order for him to be able to be alert at all times, a ‘security measure’ as he had put it, “He’s got a sleep mode-”

Mikey looked at Leo suddenly, and there was a bead of panic depicted on his face, “he was open and his battery was sitting on the table.”

Leo’s throat tightened. Donnie would never do that. “Woah… that’s…”

“When Donnie came in I asked him about it,” Mikey rubbed the back of his neck again and his voice got even quieter as he continued, “he said he just needed to change the battery in order to… something about his coolant?” His explaining tone of voice didn’t really convey that he believed that. “I didn’t really get it, but he said he’d fix the game cube so I left,” Mikey looked away from Leo and stood. He picked up the glue gun.

Leo was stunned. He turned off Shelldon. Shelldon! Shelldon was the one family member that Donnie could tolerate for more than ten minutes and he just… gutted him on the table? He didn’t remember seeing Shelldon the previous night when he had bothered Donatello, but then again, the lab was pretty messy, he could have missed him among the broken car and vending machine.

“It was just that one thing though,” Mikey cut into his thoughts. Leo stood as Mikey began squeezing the clear sealant on the handles break. Leo picked up the handle that laid on the counter and pushed it against the fracture. “We shouldn’t be talking about him like this.”

“Wha-” Leo was shocked, “you can’t just give me that information and not make me worried about it Mikey,” Leo wiggled the handle until it fit cleanly against the jagged piece, “he turned off Shelldon? His most recent pride and joy turtle robot son?”

“He made Shelldon,” Mikey put the glue gun down and sighed, “he knows more about him than us and updates him like… every week.”

“I think somethings up with him,” Leo whispered, Leo’s fist clenched tighter against the metal handle and his fist paled.

Mikey unplugged the glue gun and his tone turned into a mix of concern and reason, “Shelldon needs a coolant change three times a day,” he set the gun down to let it cool , with a sigh he continued, “is it really so unbelievable to you that Donnie would want to fix that?”

“Something is wrong Mikey,” Leo’s whisper rose and he took a step closer to Mikey.

Mikey looked nervous as Leo approached. “Stop it Leo,” he warned.

“He’s been acting so weird, with the coffee, dancing, backwash, staring at me!” Leo’s voice was rising. “Are you seriously telling me that he turned off Shelldon and you’re not even a little concerned?” Leo grasped at Mikey’s arm loosely.

Mikey looked at the hand and then back to Leo, squinting as he studied Leo carefully. After a pause, “Leo, why were you up this late anyway?”

Leo was taken aback by the question. He scoffed and shook his head as he stuttered his response. “We’re not talking about me, here, we’re talking about Donnie.”

“Yeah, but…” Mikey was starting to see the heavy bags under his eyes, “how long have you been awake?”

“Mikey, please, are you concerned or not?”

Mikey’s voice was soft and patient, but it couldn’t blanket the anxiety that was underneath “Is it the Insomnia?”

“Mikey, I am actually getting scared,” there was a shake in Leo’s voice. “He’s been acting like a stranger.”

“How much have you slept?” Mikey continued, “you’re not acting like yourself-”

Leo rose into a frantic shout, “he’s not acting like Donnie!” Mikey stumbled at the rise in his voice, shaken by the sudden hostility he stared at Leo with quivering eyes.

“I-”

“What are you guys doing?” They both jumped at the sudden voice. Leo looked towards the floor hatch where Donnie was. He was only halfway through, leaning his head in one hand as he watched inquisitively.

“Uh,” Leo started, “we were just-” The handle fell to the floor with a bang. Mikey and Leo looked at the handle and then each other. If they could sweat, Mikey would be sweating bullets. He was painfully nervous, and so was Leo. How much did Donnie hear?

Leo swallowed the knot in his throat, “hey Donnie,” Donnie’s eyes flickered to Leo and took mark of him from top to bottom. Leo swallowed again. “Whatcha doin-”

“I broke the ice cream maker!” The answer burst out of Mikey and he was suddenly ranting again. “I woke up and after talking all day and eating dinner I forgot to have dessert so I woke up and I just really wanted something sweet and I know that you had just added marshmallow and creamsicle flavor so I thought I’d just come in here real quick and grab some but then the handle wouldn’t go down and I thought “ok I guess i’ll pull a little harder” and then it just SNAPPED in my hands! I got my glue stick, and it was my favorite glue stick because it’s worked on everything so far, even dad’s favorite mug, but then it wouldn’t stick so I-” Leo tuned Mikey out and studied Donnie from the corner of his eye.

Donnie gazed nonchalantly at the handle before he considered the two of them. His eyes shifted between Mikey and Leo, and for a moment he just sat in the floor hatch, listening to Mikey quietly. He looked at Leo again, and as Donnie’s eyes narrowed a weight resettled in Leo's stomach, almost dragging him down to the floor. Donnie smiled, and Leo shivered. Donnie stood up from the floor hatch and placed himself between Leo and Mikey, shell to Leo.

“-and then we tried the hot glue and it was working for a second and then BAM, it fell to the floor and I am so so, So! Sorry Donnie I know how important it was to you and I shouldn’t have even-” Mikey stopped when Donnie pulled him in for a hug.

“It’s okay Micheal,” he spoke softly as he embraced Mikey carefully. “Accidents happen.”

“Re- really?” Mikey spoke hesitantly, carefully bringing his arms up to hold Donnie back, as carefully as someone would approach an animal that might run away. Donnie never initiated hugs. “You’re not mad?”

“Of course not!” Donnie laughed, “it’s just an ice cream maker, no biggie!”

“But still, I shouldn't have-”

“You know what,” Donnie cut him off. “Why don’t we both have some ice cream together?”

Leo found his voice.“What?”

Donnie looked over his shoulder at Leo with a wide grin before looking back to Mikey “I just finished making a brand new ice cream maker in my lab!”

“Like… right now?” Leo was confused.

“No you dum-dum,” Donnie laughed heartily, “earlier today, right after dinner.”

“You mean yesterday?” Mikey chirped.

“Whatever,” Donnie expressively waved his hand, “do you want some ice cream or not?”

Mickey laughed hesitantly at the offer, squeezing Donnie tightly before letting go with a nervous laugh. “I mean-”

Purple continued, “We could have mango flavor, sprinkles and chocolate, coffee and cream, or even that new one you wanted to try, creamsicle and marshmallow!” He threw an arm over Mikey’s shoulders. “For breakfast!”

“Sure…” In disbelief, Mikey slowly returned to his ecstatic senses, quickly perking up with excitement as Donnie began to lead him towards the door of the tank. “Sure! Yeah, yeah!”

“Great!” Donnie smiled eagerly and Mikey started talking about possible ice cream combinations that he was going to try. Mikey was smiling so happily and Donnie listened fondly as he rambled on a more positive note. He held him closely, hugging him tightly by the shoulder as they approached the passenger seat door. Leo stood still, uncertain with what to do or what to say. Donnie looked back, and his grin widened.

Leo grabbed Mikey’s hand instinctively, addressing Donnie before they could go any farther, “wait!”

Donnie hummed.

Leo’s voice was choked as he tried to find a reason for stopping them. “Isn’t it a little early for ice cream?”

“No.” Mikey and Donnie said in unison, and Donnie laughed before Mikey could, the mischief in Donnie’s eyes twinkled, “want to join us?”

Leo did not. The rock in his stomach had grown into his legs and he didn’t want to leave, he didn’t want Mikey to go either. Something was wrong while at the same time nothing was wrong. He shouldn’t be worried, nothing bad has happened, so why was he so full of dread. “We’ve still gotta fix the machine in here, right, Mikey?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Donnie scoffed, “I’ll fix it later.” He flicked open the door and Mikey was pulled out of Leo’s hands. Mikey looked back with a smile, but it broke when he saw Leo’s face. ‘Don’t let him go,’ the small voice whispered. Too late.

Leo watched from the window as they walked towards the door of the garage. Mikey was back to rambling and Donnie held him closely as they exited. Leo yawned so hard it made him dizzy, he stumbled back to the counter and growled as he rubbed his face. What was wrong? What was wrong with Donnie? What was wrong with him? He stayed there for another few minutes, closing his eyes and breathing as he tried to get a grip on himself.

He turned off every light in the turtle tank and closed the floor hatch before locking up the garage for the night. As he walked back into the common room he could see that the lights were still on in the Lab. Mikey’s loud voice was ecstatic as he talked about ice cream and the plans that he and Raph had made with Dad.

Leo dragged open the curtain to his room and closed it behind him just as he heard Raph shouting for them to be quiet. He picked his blanket up off of the floor and flopped onto the bed, curling into a tight ball under the thick sheet trying to drown the noise of Donnie and Mikey’s stifled giggles.

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cupofsorrows · 6 years ago

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A Conceptual Post About Pokémon as D&D Monsters

I know, I know, it’s been done before, but I’ve been having a lot of ideas about D&D lately and it occurred to me that it might be fun to try to adapt Pokemon to the standard dnd setting(s) - that is, not just copying them wholesale as in, “you open the dungeon door and see a pikachu” but taking the concept of the creature and placing it in your world as something that genuinely belonged there. Like, say, You confront your party with a large turtle-monster that sprays high-powered water jets as its primary mode of attack. It’s essentially a blastoise, but that isn’t what it’s called and it doesn’t necessarily have to follow the rules that an actual blastoise would in the pokemon games. I’ve seen pokemon stat block writeups before, but they’re usually pretty straightforward “this is a psyduck” type deals, and what I’m interested in is retooling the monster to fit in a different world (while keeping the core of it intact). What’s it called (if it has a different name)? Where does it come from in your world, and where does it live? If the original had evolutions, does this version? Lots of potential there. To that end, here are a few pokemon that I think have particularly interesting concepts:

Phantump: Honestly all of the ghost pokemon have interesting concepts but I didn’t want to have a disproportionate number of ghost-types so I chose this one. Core concept is a furtive little forest spirit that uses old tree stumps (or perhaps fallen logs) as surrogate bodies/protective shells. Canon lore says they’re supposedly the spirits of children who died in the forest, so take or leave that as you please. Now, none of these suggestions have to look exactly like their inspirations as long as they convey the idea - for instance I sort of imagine these guys as little humanoid figures made of gnarled wood, which also gives me distinct skull-kid-from-LoZ vibes (but maybe that should be a separate post...)

Heliolisk: I don’t really know what drew me to this critter in particular, except that ‘solar-powered lizard that can shoot electricity and stuff’ is just a good creature to put in a made-up world (probably in a desert region). It even has “-lisk” in its name, like the more infamous basilisk, so it already sounds like it SHOULD be a mythical creature. As I’m writing this I realize that it strongly resembles the already-in-dnd shocker lizard, but come on, this thing is way more badass. Also I was just reading about it on Bulbapedia and apparently it can run super-fast? so... that’s in there, too.

Snorlax or Slaking: Look I just like the concept of a big hairy beast that’s super strong but spends almost all of its time asleep. Not even sure that would affect its stats but it’s great flavor.

Zygarde: A host of tiny organisms - maybe even single-celled - which can come together to form larger gestalt creatures (most famously a massive serpent/worm, but even more powerful forms may be possible). Should be a very powerful, possibly unique, individual, since it is a legendary pokemon.

Dhelmise: Sentient algae that uses marine detritus as a ‘skeleton’? The ghost type delivers again! I imagine that before humans were responsible for so much stuff being in the ocean these must have used a lot of animal bones (and maybe some driftwood) instead.

Seismitoad: I think there are already frog monsters with sonic attacks, but that was only half of the appeal for me here, the other half being ‘large bipedal frog’. I hold this as being very different from bullywugs, grippli, or any other amphibian-based humanoids: While froglike, those are all still fundamentally types of people, whereas this beast is first and foremost a frog. A frog that walks upright and has opposable thumbs. This also works with poliwhirl/poliwrath and croagunk/toxicroak, but then the sonic/vibration stuff won this one out for me by a slim margin. (Addendum: I have come to the realization that seismitoad and croagunk don’t actually have opposable thumbs according to their artwork. Whatever, just fudge it.)

Tropius: This one’s just plain weird. Like, almost exeggcutor-level weird (dang, maybe I should have chosen exeggcutor instead. But tropius is less famously weird. Side note: what’s up with pokemon based on palmlike plants?) It’s part small sauropod dinosaur, part banana tree, and while I’m not sure whether it should be classified as a plant or not, I do know that it can definitely fly. Also, it produces delicious fruit you can eat!

Parasect: You probably figured I was going to mention this one. Everyone thinks of paras and parasect when they think of pokemon with weird but cool concepts. MY take is that the fungus could infest different types of giant vermin, perhaps making it the basis for a template. Or not; these are just suggestions. Do whatever.

Larvesta and Volcarona: Maybe I’m just on a kick from all the GKOTM fanart I’ve been seeing, but giant fire-spitting caterpillar + giant fiery moth adult seems like a creature idea worth exploring. Larvesta also takes longer to evolve than any other stage-one pokemon, which I see as representing a long time spent in larval form (or pupated), which in turn resembles kaiju’s long periods of ‘dormancy’, bringing us back to Mothra (as all things must). Also, I think larvesta/volcarona are the only bug/fire types in the whole series so far? That’s nuts to me but it just makes them even more special.

Abra: Honestly the way this guy looks is like 90% of the appeal for me here. Abra looks like an armadillo tried to evolve into a monkey and somehow ended up with psychic powers in the process. It levitates and teleports, and according to the lore it’s usually asleep but thanks to its psychic powers is still aware of its surroundings. That’s right, its eyes aren’t really narrow, they’re just closed all the time. Do any images of abra with its eyes open exist? If they do, are we prepared to see them? As always, don’t feel like you have to give any of these guys evolved forms just because they evolve in the games. I’m definitely not saying this here specifically because I like abra’s design more than its evolutions, no sir.

Pinsir or Heracross: Pretty much the same as with the toads a few entries above. Clearly not people, but just vaguely reminiscent enough to maybe be just a little unsettling. C’mon, I know they’re cute in the games and the show but tell me you wouldn’t be at least slightly perturbed if you saw a real-life beetle the size of a 10-year-old trundling around on two legs. Even if you thought it was rad as hell you’d still get out of there pretty quick if it started trundling towards you.

Slowpoke: Listen if you don’t get the appeal of a semi-aquatic, ambiguously mammalian quadruped that has psychic capabilities but is also comically oblivious to external stimuli then I just don’t know what to tell you.

Barbaracle: Colonial organism sort of like Zygarde, except the individual parts are bigger. It could even be modular, with the various ‘limbs’ combining in different ways, although that could also complicate the stat block.

Gothitelle: Conceptually I suppose this is just another humanoid psychic creature, but a while ago I saw someone point out how its frills and whatnot are sort of reminiscent of a sea slug, and damned if ‘anthropomorphic nudibranch’ doesn’t get my blood flowing.

Rapidash: Pretty simple, a unicorn variant/non-evil fire horse. Who wouldn’t want one of those?

Necrozma: I never actually played Sun and Moon 2, nor did I get too deep into the postgame ultra beast stuff in SuMo 1, so regrettably I missed out on a lot of the wonderful interdimensional weirdness. While each ultra beast is appealing in its own way, Necrozma is practically a Lovecraftian Great Old One already what with how it was once an interstellar being of heat and light but was somehow injured or depleted and has now become a completely different creature that travels from world to world absorbing all light. That’s a pretty raw concept for any story, let alone a cute kid’s game. And it’s always a plus when something can be cool and threatening while still being safe for a G rating! You could also do what SuMo2 did and take your heroes to a world that’s already had its light stolen by the beast, to explore how the inhabitants of that world have been affected as well as show what awaits the heroes’ world... or just as a nice change of scenery. Lastly there’s the possibility that Necrozma must ultimately be defeated not through violence, but by figuring out how to restore it to its original form. It isn’t too often that the cosmic monstrosity could actually use your help, and it might leave the PCs feeling like they really accomplished something epic. Alternately, it returning to its original form also makes a great homage to the multiple forms of every JRPG final boss ever, a trope that has been under-represented in D&D for TOO LONG.

...and that’s it, at least for now. Naturally, there are about a thousand other possibilities, including different ways of interpreting the examples I’ve provided here. I suppose they could also be used for purposes besides D&D, although if you’re going to put any of this in the fantasy novel you’ve been working on I suggest you be extra diligent in obfuscating the creatures’ actual origins so as to avoid a visit from any lawyers. I don’t know if anybody is actually even going to see this post at all, but if it does end up getting around, then I fully encourage all of you to put your own spins on this if you’re inspired to do so! I’d love to see what other people might come up with.

#pokemon #dnd #d&d #creature design #monsters

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mockamoly · 6 years ago

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🏴‍☠️Pirate the musical🏴‍☠️

This is the master post to introduce Korean two-hander musical <Pirate (해적, 2019)> and its female actor pair called “Challang ”*.

This is a typical pirate story

Young Louis, son of the pirate, lives with a parrot named Victoria 2nd beside the sea after his dad passed away. One day, Dad’s old colleague Captain Calico Jack visits him, turns out that dad’s old painting of rose was actually a treasure map that could lead to the treasure buried somewhere in the Rose Island. As they recruit new sailors and sails away, romanticism and tragedy wait for them….

And the story of people who erased

While what makes this story special and have a soft spot in the heart is the way of description.

In this musical, pirates are a minority of societies, nonperson who can not have their own record and the voices that rarely heard.

Other than Jack and Louis, the main character is Anne and Mary, who based on the famous female pirate Anne Bonny and Mary Read, happen to love each other, get their own scenes and stories.

If you have some interests in this kind of story

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Fortunately, there are quite lots of videos of <Pirate> since actors change their curtain call repertory every day. That’s why I’m writing this post. For next days, I will update the summaries and Kor-Eng lyric translation posts. I wish this could bring joy to @mooncastle , as she introduced me the Revue few years ago.

*Challang

Although this musical has a various hint to observes the life of minorities, it criticized for cast only 2 female actors among total 6 actors. Those are Rang Yeon and Im Chanmin. When they on the same stage, fandom calls it as Challang(찰랑), by combining their names-Cha from Im Chanmin, Lang from Rang Yeon. This is a quite enjoyable coincidence, as in Korean "찰랑" is the adverb that uses to describe the sound or the shape of the lapping water.

Rang Yeon - Jack / Mary / Caleb(father of the Louis)

Im Chanmin - Louis / Anne

Numbers and Summary

1. Golden Age of Piracy 해적의 황금시대

2. Ghost Ship 유령선 ◆LYRICS◆ Louis recalls the memory of his father who was pirates

Captain Calico Jack, who insists he’s the friend of Louis’s father, suddenly knocked into Louis’s house. Jack told they stolen the great treasure but after that, he abandoned to a desert island by a revolt. After escaping the island by the help of sea turtles, Jack looked for his old colleagues but found everyone doesn’t come back-except only one person, Louis’s father: Caleb.

3. Most Handsome in My Village 우리 마을에서 가장 잘 생긴 사람 ◆LYRICS◆

Along with the keepsakes of Caleb, they find out the drawing that painted a rose, one point marked. Jack thinks that’s the map spotting treasure buried- The famous Rose Island, only well known by pirates.

4. Power of Cradle-Pirate 모태해적의 힘 ◆LYRICS◆ While Jack trying to snatch the map of Rose Island, Louis eagerly wants to join the journey with him.

Jack stole or, borrow the ship -at least Jack told so-, gathered new crews include old Howard who always complaining. They sail aboard and Louis writing their journal of the voyage.

5. Journal of the Voyage 항해일지

6. Pirates Labor Song 해적 노동요 Jack insists they need a gunman. Howard complaining of sharing treasures. But Jack makes them wordless by mentioning Jonathan Barnet the Pirate Hunter. If they captured by Barnet, they will all get hanged. So, they need combatant.

While rearranging at the port, Jack gives rules. Don’t get drunken. Don’t get in gambling. Do not brag about the treasure isle! Don’t fall in love. Actually, there is also the rule all pirates should not run away while in combat. But Jack orders Louis to run away and hide if combat happens.

However, Jack himself couldn’t save his mouth at all. Anne Bonney, the mistress of the bar, hears Jack’s story and demands him to take her as a gunman. Born as an illegitimate child, she could not get birth registration but learned how to shoot a gun with her legitimate brothers like aristocrat does.

7. Stella Maris 스텔라 마리스 Against the rule of “no woman on the ship”, Jack and Anne lay a bet of shooting match. Pirates Labor Song + Stella Maris ◆LYRICS◆

Anne wins but called to law court as her former husband sues her for run away. Jack suggests paying bail for Anne, but Anne gets furious.

8. Be Envious 질투하라 ◆LYRICS◆ She curses a god of the church, declares her new era, jumps into a sea to disguise her death while promising meet Jack on his ship. On Jack’s ship, Anne disguised as a man and called as Anthony.

9. Just a Feeling 기분 탓이야 ◆LYRICS◆ Jack got a crush on Anne, trying to deny his feeling.

10. Couldn’t be Other Than 아닐 리 없다 ◆LYRICS◆ Jack and troupes getting in the ship battle with other pirates. Anne fights against the swordsman who uses two swords.

11. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

12. I Won’t Let You Go 가만 안 둬 Anne defeats the swordsman, who introduce self as Marco. Marco would rather die than become prisoner. Eventually, they admit they fell in love, at first sight, Marco turns out to be a female who disguised as a male, as Anne did.

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT + I Won’t Let You Go ◆LYRICS◆

13. Intermission Song 인터미션 ◆VIDEO◆ A Weird, cute metaphysical song sang by ~Victoria 2nd~ the parrot plush doll. It’s just for giving some break to actors to change their clothes because it’s a two-hander musical. woohoo! Anne demands Jack to accept Mary as her along. Jack complains as his love crush is hopeless, but accept anyway because Mary is so competent. 14. Ghost Ship rep. 유령선 rep. ◆LYRICS◆ While sailing, Louis and Mary build their friendship while exploring an unexpected ghost ship. They arrived in Rose Island but only found many skeletons and an empty box. Old Howard of the crew insists it would be Caleb, father of the Louis, who killed all colleagues and took treasures. Jack believes Caleb is not the kind of person. Howard revolts but defeated. They leave Howard alone in the Rose Island in traditional pirate way-only one bottle of water, one gun, one bullet. Howard trying to shoot Jack with it as last revenge- but he fails. Anne shoots him back. Howard’s corpse washed away into the sea of Rose Island. Louis read the diary of Caleb that he found at the island, refer to the Pirate Labor Song. It shows what happened after they discard Jack. Caleb and colleagues were planning to bury treasure in the Rose Island while they repair the ship. Caleb got left behind from the line because he was thinking of Jack, miss him. When Caleb back to his colleagues, they already ended up killing each other, only one left. Caleb survives from him. but threw away all the treasures in front of the sea at Rose Island in untold agony. Louis keeps the story as secret. 15. Rose Island 로우즈 아일랜드 ◆LYRICS◆ 16. Jolly Roger 졸리 로저 ◆VIDEO◆ Louis helps Jack macking new Jolly Roger.

Jack tells the secret to Louis: he has no experience in killing people at all. He’s just good at image-making coward and hides in the wine barrel while the battle goes hard. That was the reason he discarded to a desert island. 17. Romantic Pirate 낭만해적 ◆VIDEO◆ Pirate Wedding 해적 결혼식 ◆LYRICS◆ *At the Special Performances Day, they are adding a special number: Mary and Anne getting married.

18. Golden Age of Piracy rep. 해적의 황금시대 rep. ◆LYRICS◆ Jack’s ship ends up to meet Jonathan Barnet the Pirate Hunter. Only Anne and Mary fought until the last. Anne shouts to Jack: "Had you fought like a pirate, you could die on the ship like a pirate." Every pirate sentenced to get hanging but only Louis could save his life as Jack insists Louis is just an errand boy, not pirate. Jack worries mockery more than the death itself. As pirates are ignorant, none of them could write their own story and people will make fun of them they get hanged. Jack believes only Louis could write their real story as it is.

19. Most Handsome in My Village rep. 우리 마을에서 가장 잘 생긴 사람 rep. Louis sings for Jack while he goes to execution. Maybe, the heaven on earth for pirates vanished with the death of Jack.

20. I Won’t Let You Go rep. 가만 안 둬 rep. Mary misses Anne and worries about her in a condemned cell.

At the moment, Anne visits Mary. Luckily, she could save her life as her father put up bail. However, Anne wants to reject it so she could die with Mary together. Anne doesn’t want to live without Mary.

21. A Dream That We Can’t Remember 우리 모두의, 기억나지 않는 꿈

Mary convinces Anne to keep alive, even after she dies.

I Won’t Let You Go rep. + A Dream That We Can’t Remember ◆LYRICS◆

22. Finale 피날레 Louis turns back home alone. The flag, Jolly Roger that drew on rainbow color, flaps above his house.

Louis starts to write the story, in memory of Jack, Anne, and Mary. Louis reminds the reason that Jack brings Old Howard on a journey: Howard was once an idolized pirate in Jack’s childhood, and Jack wished to thank him by taking him to the treasure.

*** I do not own any rights videos and contents that linked here. I just gathered curtain call videos that already uploaded on you-tube, add some notes and translated the lyrics. These are un-official English lyric translation, My first language is Korean but not for English so let me know if there is anything wrong as grammar or inappropriate.

Please respect the creators in general, if you have any more inquiries than I could reply- please contact to the musical production

#musical #pirate #anne bonny #jolly roger #mary read #pirate the musical

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twitchesandstitches · 6 years ago

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Lilisheb the Shoggirl

Basic Concept: A nice and sweet girl who happens to be a gigantic shoggoth-like creature; her alien appearance is comedically at odds with the unusual situations she finds herself in. And it’s funny for a Lovecraftian entity to be a bit of a wallflower!

Appearance: A massive lime-green woman with a vaguely humanoid body, her body composed of a constantly shifting amorphous mass; new features continually drift in and out of being, additional limbs are common. Overall she has a fairly solid, thick build, but she’s just slim enough to qualify as curvy instead. She’s not usually super busty by the standards of my characters, but she can be! Black veins streak across her body, especially wherever she is about to change form. All her body is extremely soft, but not to the point of being liquid. She’s still solid, just… extremely wobbly. She’s got a lot of subtle details of marine life in general: gills, the sheen of scales, and so on, but she appears to base her form specifically on turtles and octopi in general. She likes those.

Her face is mostly featureless; huge, plump lips, several sets of eyes in fairly random places, and a slight swell where humans would have a nose. She does have several thick tentacles where humans would have hair.

Below the waist, her body is a mass of tentacles, notably thicker than her upper body; she can grow any number of these, and her arms are a similar part of tentacles. She had pseudopods instead of fingers, with very dextrous cillae; she can grow fingers, but prefers not to. She has a very plump and shelf-tier backside, and takes some effort to keep it all big and round.

Due to her shapeshifting abilities, she can take on pretty much any shape she wants, though she cannot alter her species; she is obviously a shoggoth girl, in any form. She generally prefers not to deviate from this base form too much, but doesn’t mind adding extra features such as additional eyes, breasts (for multi boob elements), or limbs.

Backstory: She is OLD. Like, super old, really old. She was old long before humanity ever made their first tentative steps into space, and she may well have been alive since before our most distant ancestors had even begun to walk upright on the plains of Central Africa. Consequently, not a whole lot about her is clear, as her vast age leaves her earlier times obscured by the fog of ages, and she would indeed like to know more of what she has forgotten over the years. It is clear, though, that she is a fairly ordinary woman of possibly the eldest known species in the multiverse. She’s lived through at least four different collapses (societal, galactic and even truly cosmic levels) and in conjunction with the constant disasters she sees on an almost daily basis, she’s become something of a hyper anxious nervous wreck.

She is a member of her species commonly referred to as a brood queen; she reproduces asexually, gestating and producing hundreds of offspring that she can then implant in physically receptive mortals - and in turn give her offspring some of their traits and gradually help her own people adapt to changing circumstances - and her relationships with mortals can cause her to gestate entire new species from them. AS a consequence she’s always been rather sheltered and tends to be very codependent on those around her for emotional support.

In fairly recent years, she has done her best to assume ordinary jobs free from stress and Adventure. She does well as an archaeologist, not so much seeing it as uncovering mysteries as remembering things that modern folk have forgotten or laid aside, but unfortunately that does tend to involve a lot of adventure. Invariably, whether she is a cleaner or manager or professor of magic, she winds up entangled in stressful situations.

Personality: Most people, blessed with powers that make humans look like wimps and a natural form of immortality - or something close to it - would probably be a bit arrogant if they spend all their time around those doomed to die by the advance of time. Lilisheb is not one of those people; fundamentally sweet, kind-hearted and as inclined to nastiness as a lump of jelly, she is deeply loving and is a stable center despite being a primordial mass of shapeshifting immortal flesh.

She’s very anxious in pretty much any high-octane situation or what takes her out of a comfort zone… which is bad for her since most of the events I write her into are full of ADVENTURE. This all despite her being borderline indestructible. She does her best to stay calm, which usually lasts for all of a few seconds.

Outside of constantly panicking when villains attack, giant monsters start fighting or she gets pulled into a treasure hunt as a meat shield, she’s a friendly and kind entity, doing her best to put others at ease. She is very affectionate, and doesn’t have much interest in social norms. She shows her love the ways that feel right to her, even if this means sucking you right into her with an overly affectionate hug! Her basis deamonir is like a combo of bubbly and sedate, easygoing but very cheerful about it. Because her people tend to take a very long response to anything, she comes off as obnoxiously airheaded to her people. She does her duties calmly and without emotion, and often serves as a living couch to her smaller friends..

Species: Her people are commonly referred to as shoggoths, but their own word for themselves - roughly translated into one human language - can be rendered as ‘eldlimi’, or eldlimus in singular. They are unbelievably old, and hold a competitive place for ‘oldest beings in the known multiverse’ alongside the Transformers of Cybertron, the giants of the elemental planes, and various precursor societies. They have little common appearance, generally manifesting as a mass of amorphous flesh that is almost liquid in its flowy-ness. They can learn to assume whatever form suits them, though they are often inclined to use certain morphs as a default. Tentacles, multiple eyes, and aquatic traits dominate their instinctive forms, suggesting that their true origin is deep sea.

Certainly the eldlimi are very, very old and established, having stood as masters of the cosmos time and time again. They hold a position for establishing cosmic councils where all civilizations can meet together and peacefully negotiate for the future, and did so shortly after recovering from their most recent collapse. Due to their age, they tend to not take ordinary mortals too seriously, but at worst they tend to infantilizing others, rather than cruelty or oppression.

Fandom: Original. While heavily influenced by shoggoths from Lovecraft’s mythos, she bears little resemblance to either them or their outlook in a practical sense. She’s more or less her own thing.

Abilities: As typical with her people, she is a shapeshifter and can remold her amorphous body into nearly any shape. She can manifest a seemingly limitless number of limbs, eyes or even produces mouths or relevant organs from her body. (Multiple breasts, mouths of any shape or more delicate, unusual transformations are well within her power.) On the same note, she can alter her body to produce certain liquids or chemicals as she sees fit, assuming she knows what they are made of and the details of their production. She could make herself lactate enormous amounts of super-nutritious milk, for instance, but not super-flammable organic gasoline unless she worked out its chemical composition first.

She can grow smaller or larger, with no real limitation besides the mass she has available to work with, though she naturally gravitate towards larger, squishier forms. She can produce as many eyes or limbs as she requires, but leans towards tentacles rather than hands or feet. While she can force her insides into a rigid framework like a skeleton or even an exoskeleton for armor, she finds this deeply uncomfortable and prefers not to. She also cannot change her body’s consistency from its natural spongey nature, and thus she cannot disguise herself as a different species.

Her body’s amorphous nature grants her some other advantages. She can extend her jaws and swallow anything whole no matter the size, as long as she can wrap around it, and make her digestive acids extremely strong; she could even shift them around into her egg chambers, flushing them with regenerative liquids as an unbirthing method. She can push herself through most gaps and flow out like living water, and she is absurdly flexible thanks to her lack of an internal skeleton. Many attacks will simply pass through her if she remembers to decrease her solidity, and those that do hit her will likely be regenerated very quickly by her immortal flesh.

On a more prosaic note, while she claims to have no useful skills, her sheer age means she has picked up an extremely wide variety of skill sets. She has likely done every single conceivable non-violent career in existence, from plumber to manager to economics expert to caregiver… it goes on indefinitely, even if she can’t remember it or if they were so specific to a certain time’s technologies and social norms that they no longer have applicability. This gives her an enormous range in practical abilities, and incidentally makes her a fantastic teacher.

Height: Varies enormously; since she is a shapeshifter, she can be virtually any possible height if she has the mass to do it. She can’t just grow to whatever height she wants, as if she doesn’t have enough mass, she won’t be able to even stand up under her own power. She typically stabilized at around twelve feet or so, barring exceptionally large meals or unusual magical circumstances.

Relationships: She’s a friendly, sweet and gentle person somewhat prone to developing infatuations with people she has just met, so she has a LOT of friends and casual lovers, though it can be very hard to understand exactly what’s going on in her head. She is by far the single oldest of my OCs, even older than the likes of eons-ancient Jord, and tends to drift into the role of a den mother among her friends for that reason. She doesn’t have any established relationships as of this post, but some possibilities:

Sekhma - she thinks Miss Dionsi is cool, but way too serious! Relax a bit, no need to go all evangelical and stuff…. She may be one of Sekhma’s customers, seeking help for her chronic anxiety problems.

Pavumi - She has NO idea what Pavumi honestly is and that deeply worries her. She may be akin to her own people… or to their makers. This worries Lilisheb a lot, even though Miss Ekidna is a really nice lady!

Hivluk - what a handsome young man! She adores him, he’s just so sweet! For his part, he’s fine with her advances, as she is not even slightly scary.

Toast - she’s a xenophile sweetheart who wants everyone to be happy; he’s a loopy killing machine who wants to kill all humanity for what are probably imagined slights. They don’t get along at all for those reasons, but would probably be decent friends if that wasn’t an issue.

Odina: Besties!!! Both of them hate adventure, and would rather stay home and enjoy mundane, slice of life things. When together, Odina tends to be the more practical and sensible between the two, and gets sandwiched into her body a lot.

Pred Level: Moderate predator, with some prey levels. She is not primarily a predator-type, finding it horrifyingly cruel to swallow friends whole and hurt them no matter how hungry you are. Against threats, ordinary animals or genuine monsters, though, she has little problem simply swallowing them whole with as little interest as if she had finished off a fast food plate. It’s not her first course of action, though, and she is very reluctant to do this.

Prey Level: She’s likely vulnerable to more serious predatory specialists, due to her lack of combat skills and general timidity. Her prey levels are fairly high, owing to both the shape of her body and her trusting, timid personality. However, because of her regenerating flesh, its pretty much impossible to kill her through digestion alone; even one speck outside that gut will regenerate back to the true Lilisheb!

Relevant Kink Material: Xeno stuff in general; her shapeshifting powers offer many possibilities for Big Sexy Monster Girls. Her vast size, kindly demeanor and romantic inclinations are great sweetness material.

#/#//#///#////#/////#queued #oc refs #my OCs #lilisheb #crossthicc!lilisheb

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battleforoclarious · 3 years ago

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A Fork In the Road

The space around is white. He looks around, “HELLO?! Where is this place? HELLO?!”. Then Three figures hover down from the white sky above. It is The Spirit of Time and Space with The Morning Star and The Morning Light.

THE SPIRIT OF TIME AND SPACE

Here ye lay at a crossroad in thy eyes

As water rises will ye also rise

Clarkson looks down and as She speaks the water starts rising.

THE MORNING STAR

Here I stand above the endless sea (AS SHE HOVERS DOWN TO THE WATER)

Yet we have not come to agree

The water continues to rise

THE MORNING LIGHT

Will ye follow the trail

As the water takes to thy sail

Now the water current is pushing Clarkson back as he tries to resist going in the opposite direction. He looks back, and behind him is an endless waterfall that stretches to the horizon. Then The Morning Star and The Morning Light push their index fingers against Clarkson’s bosom. Clarkson is pushed back into the current as he is swept away down the fall. He falls down in the shape of a U. Then The Spirit of Time and Space grows six wings that are crisscrossed, and piercing out of them are six eyes with white irises. She flies ahead. So do the two angels beside her, however they leave trails of rainbows behind. The Morning Star and The Morning Light fly down to the fall, standing perpendicular to the water that is falling down. Clarkson falls into their rainbows that have been corrugated into a single rainbow.

CLARKSON

Where am I

And who are you

THE MORNING STAR

Hath ye not recognise thy own mother

THE MORNING LIGHT

Or the love that I hath smothered

THE SPIRIT OF TIME AND SPACE

Come, ye hath to see the fork in the road

Before thyself ye hath towed

The Spirit of Time and Space flies into the distance, followed by her angels to her sides. Here Clarkson trails behind in their tail of a rainbow.

THE MORNING STAR

Will ye recommit to love

To all the places it shall shove

THE MORNING LIGHT

Save love from the night

When all things are not in thy sight

The endless sea has now disappeared as The Spirit of Time and Space and the angels stop in their tracks. Clarkson tumbles forward in a stop, laying on top of the rainbow. He gets up.

CLARKSON

Though you speak, I have not come to understand what you are saying. Speak to me plainly

THE SPIRIT OF TIME AND SPACE

Which hath ye take? What roads hath lead ye there?

Then The Spirit of Time and Space scatters into a million doves. And The Morning Light and The Morning Star scatters into two million lorikeets. And the three million birds leave a trail of blackness ‘til the whole space is now black. The surround is now a black cliff. And at the edge of it demons are climbing up from the pit to the top of the cliff. Then after a minute, the demons fill the ground in front of him. And then rises a skeleton from the crawling demons on the ground. The skeleton has long black flowing hair with a black summer dress. The summer dress covers up to her shoulder and her arms are made of flesh. Her face is covered half by an ivory mask with the skeleton jaws and mouth showing. A turtle neck covers her neck. She reaches out for Clarkson, but he steps back. Then we hear a voice behind Clarkson. And from his back, a hand pokes him ‘til his body envelops the figure. Now in front, Clarkson is holding a pistol, he shoots at the skeleton in front and red rose petals burst out scattering the skeleton, the demons, and the blackness. We are now in a white space again. Clarkson senses something in the distance. He turns around, and after a moment of pause, he runs toward it.

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ailithnight · 8 years ago

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The Aquarium

Greetings! I wrote a Thomas Sanders Fan fiction set in the wonderful universe created by @sanderssons. They’ve been working on a magnificent comic that I highly suggest you check out. You can read the comic @sanderssons-comic. Seriously, it’s awesome. Go give it a read. All credit for this universe and characters goes to them, and of course @thatsthat24 for creating the Sanders Sides in the first place. Now then, on with the show?

Title: The Aquarium Words: 2030 Universe: Sanders Sons Comic based on The Sanders Sides

Warnings: Minor Panic Attack. Very Minor. Mostly, this is fluff. Pure, unadulterated, sugary sweet fluff.

Thomas began to question his judgement as he paid the parking fee and pulled the mini-van into the parking lot. The zoo had been a disaster, all his children trying to run off in different directions. Thomas had spent the majority of that day frantically looking around for one of his kiddos and desperately trying to herd them together while the sun beat fire on his back. At least the aquarium was largely inside and air-conditioned, so the sweltering Floridian humidity wouldn’t be conspiring with his anxiety to choke him. Also, Thomas had planned ahead, bringing with him the cavalry. Joan sat beside him in the front seat, talking to Logan and Patton behind him about all the fun they were going to have. In the back seats were Roman, Virgil, and Talyn. Even Marco, currently perched in beanie form on top of Joan’s head, had agreed to pitch in if something went wrong. The familiar might not admit it, but he was a bit fond of the quirky family he’d found himself a part of. Thomas had also made sure to give a stern lecture to lay out the rules. He found a place to park the vehicle and turned around to face his children, the barest trace of worry tinging his bright smile.

“Alright boys. Remember the rules now. What do you do if you get separated from the group?”

“Go back to the last place we saw you and wait.” Logan stated.

“Stick to places around other people.” Patton chimed in.

“Only talk to staff and security.” Roman boasted.

“Stay calm. You’ll come get us soon.” Virgil muttered, shifting uneasily, memories of the last time he had been separated from his family bouncing around his mind. Thomas’s worries all but evaporated. His smiled beamed even brighter, incredibly proud of his sons. He hoped they would never have to use those instructions, but he was nonetheless glad they memorized them.

“Alright, good. Everyone out now. Time for fun!” A small cheer rose out of the car as everyone clambered out. Thomas did a quick head count, including Marco in his numbers, before locking the car and leading everyone into the large building.

The children were captivated the moment they walked inside. They were just in the lobby, waiting in line to pay the Admission, but the swirling blues painted on the walls, the fake coral and seaweed scattered around the room, the wavering lights, the bubbly sounds emanating from hidden speakers, and the salty seawater smell infiltrating their nostrils made them all feel like they were at the bottom of the ocean. The simple awe with which his children were looking around made Thomas’s heart swell with love. Coming here was a great idea. After buying the tickets, the first thing they got to see was the entrance hall.

It was a glass tunnel, surrounded on all sides by a massive tank. They walked through slowly, enraptured by the oceanic beauty surrounding them. Small fish swam around them, a few starfish had latched onto the walls, and somewhere above them a shark drifted lazily by. All of the boys were awestruck, especially Virgil, who looked like he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the colors and shapes and gently dancing light filtering through the water. Then the tunnel opened up into the first main room and even Thomas felt his breath catch in his throat. The walls were tanks, each one slightly curving to make the room less angular and more fluid. There were some tanks also in the middle of the room as well. On one side, a huge whale skeleton dangled from the ceiling, on the other, a giant squid. The floor was made to resemble sand in appearance, and the walls looked and were textured like a coral reef. They stood for a moment, taking it in. Virgil eyes wouldn’t stay still, roving around trying to see everything all at once. Patton bounced on the balls of his feet, but thankfully didn’t run off. Logan was looking at all the informational plaques dotted around, feeling excited to read them all. Roman was staring, mouth agape, at the sheer size of the whale and squid.

“Are they really that big?” Roman breathed out.

“Sometimes bigger,” Joan responded, “But that’s average size.”

“Wow.” Thomas grinned, eyeing Patton’s restless form.

“Come on. There’s lots to see and we only have all day.”

They moved around the room slowly, taking everything in. Logan, with the occasional help from one of the grown-ups, read every single sign and poster. His reading skills were really exceling and, after a while, he started showing the others as well. They didn’t pick up on it very quickly, but everyone learned to recognize the name of their favorite animal. For Patton, that was most of them.

He had already declared a dozen times in that one room, “This one is my favorite.” Virgil liked the starfish, Roman enjoyed the sea turtles, and Logan adored the octopuses.

“They’re so smart, they can open a jar, while inside it!” Patton was giddy as the moved around, cooing at anything and everything that moved. At first, Roman had tried to press his face against the glass, hoping to see better, but Talyn had pulled him away.

“You’ll smudge the glass, then it’ll be even harder to see.” Virgil never spoke a word, but he didn’t have to. It was clear that he was absolutely enchanted by everything. It was also quiet. Thomas had intentionally chosen to come on a Tuesday, when most kids were in school and field trips would be uncommon. It took them a whole hour to move around the entire room.

After the first room, they went to the Imax, were they were playing a movie about marine life. It was their first time in an Imax and they were all excited when the screen came to life, little fishes flowing out of the screen so it seemed they were right in front of them. Logan pulled the glasses off, then put them back on, off again, on. “How is it doing that?”

“Sh. I’m not sure, but you can look it up when we get home.” Patton giggled, gaining their attention. He gestured at Virgil, who had his hands outstretched, grabbing at the fish that looked like they were right in front of them. Patton joined in, then Roman and Talyn, soon they were all sitting there, giggling as they tried to touch what wasn’t really there.

About 30 minutes later, the movie was nearing its end. It had been a fascinating and educational film, but Thomas came to wish he had looked into it more before-hand. He could have, should have asked one of the workers. He knew how Imax movies liked to play on the 3D effect. The movie ended with a 3 second clip of a giant shark swimming towards them, jaw stretched. Just as the mouth engulfed them, the lights went out. The others were fine, but the jump scare pulled a startled scream out of Virgil, who instantly curled up on the floor, terrified. Thomas cursed his own carelessness and got down beside his son. “Virgil? Virgil honey, it’s okay. Breathe for me buddy.” Thomas began counting the 4,7,8 rhythm. Virgil continued to tremble, but managed to breathe, as a worker came out.

“Is everything okay, sir?” Thomas nodded, glancing back at them, then Joan and Talyn leading the other three out of the theatre.

“The shark bit scared him, is all.”

“I am so sorry, sir. Is there anything I can do to help?” Thomas shook his head.

“It’s not your fault and Virgil doesn’t like strangers much. I know how to calm him down.” The worker nodded and walked away, ushering the remaining patrons out. “It’s okay Virgil. You’re okay. It was just a trick of the movie. Do you want to leave? I can carry you if you need me to.” Thomas struggled to pick up the others, but Virgil’s lack of interest in food made him a bit lighter than the others. Not unhealthy light, just not as heavy. Virgil shook his head, standing on shaky legs.

“I-I c-c-can wa-alk.” Even so, Thomas stood and offered his hand and Virgil clung to him tightly.

“I’ve got you. It’s okay.” Virgil became calmer as they left the darkened theatre. He still held tightly to Thomas as they left, but he stopped shaking. Thomas dropped their glasses in the return bin as they passed. By the time they joined the others, Virgil was ready to let go of his father.

“Thanks Thomas.” He said, giving the father one last squeeze as a hug. Thomas smiled.

“It’s what I’m here for kiddo. To keep you safe and help you grow. I love acting, but I think being your dad is the best job in the world.” He spoke loud enough that all his children heard. Patton came up and tackled Thomas in a hug.

“Aw, we love you, Dad.”

“I love you too. Now then, who’s ready for lunch?” They all had pizza at the food court before the next exhibit, Mysteries of the Dark Deep. Virgil had been nervous at first, but as soon as they walked in to a world of bioluminescent colors, he returned to silently marveling at everything. This room was much smaller than the first and they got totally through it in about half an hour, then the freshwater exhibit in about the same amount of time. The Great Barrier Reef exhibit was half fish tanks in one room, then a reef themed indoor playground in another. They spent about an hour in there. Thomas and Joan were too big, but Talyn was small enough to get away with following the kids onto the structure.

Finally, they got to the last exhibit, one Thomas remembered being his favorite. It was one of the two outside exhibits, the other being the Aquatic Show, which wasn’t playing today due to the tank being cleaned. That was okay. Thomas wasn’t sure how Virgil would react to large animals jumping out of the water and causing big splashes. No, the Tide Pools would be a much more enjoyable experience for all of them. “You guys are going to love this one. At this exhibit, you are allowed to dip your hands in the water and, gently,” Thomas stressed the word, “touch the animals.” Everyone’s eyes lit up and Roman immediately ran up to the rim of the pool. He plunged his hand in, causing a small splash.

“Here fishy, fishy, fishy.” Unfortunately, his actions were too fast and boisterous. Everything nearby scuttled and swam away, except for the sea star attached to the tank side. Roman wasn’t deterred and gently stroked the starfish. Patton and Logan had found a spot a few feet down. They managed to brush their fingertips against most of the passing creatures, running from Roman’s overzealous excitement. Then there was Virgil. He had moved further down than the others, slightly isolated from their group, but not so far away that Thomas was worried.

Thomas watched curiously as Virgil slowly dipped his hand into the water and held it still. After several moments, something moved. Appearing as if out of nowhere, but Thomas know it had just been hiding under the sand, a manta ray came up and brushed itself across Virgil’s fingers. Thomas watched the light spark in Virgil’s eyes as the ray swam against him again, and a third time. After the fourth pass, Virgil caught on and began to slowly stroke the ray, moving his hand with the flow of the water. Soon, other fish started coming out and even a crab scuttled by, allowing Virgil to trail his fingers down its shell. Virgil looked mesmerized by the animals and Thomas was mesmerized by him. Virgil was surprisingly very good with the animals. After a few minutes, the others came up. Roman asked what his secret was and Virgil showed him how. Thomas couldn’t keep the idiotic, loving grin off his face. Joan and Talyn came up to him.

“Coming here today was definitely a good idea.” They both agreed.

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andrewfoleywritesthings · 8 years ago

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Absolutely Gardnersonsonson, Jr. III and the Tomb of Annihilation, Week 3

I’ve been playing D&D again for the first time in a few years. I missed it more than I realized. After yesterday’s session I wrote the following recap in character as Absolutely “Abso” Gardnersonson Jr. III, a great-nephew of Siege of Dragonspear’s Glint “Three-Eyes” Gardnersonson:

Dear Mum — There was a plan, of that much I’m certain. I’m not sure what happened to it, but fear not! All turned out for the best. It’s my turn at watch + I’m bored. I woke WELYN up – he’s usually fairly entertaining, but alas, he seems even more determined to sleep than usual. So I write to you, my favourite mother, instead. After saving scores of people at the TEMPLE OF TYMORA from a veritable horde of skeletons + zombies, I + each of my friends received a jug of a delightful mead-like beverage I may have partaken slightly too much of. My cleric friend VICCI was also given a potion of some sort. I want to drink it. While this was happening, we observed a fellow observing us. As soon as he realized we’d observed his observation (I think my waving to him might have given it away), this fellow vanished before our very eyes! It was quite a thing to see, and then not see, if you get my meaning. A different fellow, who turned out to be ESHEK, ACOLYTE OF SAVRAS, showed up, looking like he drank more tench than I was about to. He told Vicci we should seek the “Wise Guardian of Oralunga, east of Maballa”. Eshek then proceeded to sober up at unprecedented speed + promptly forgot what he’d done the last 12 hours. We escorted Eshek to Savras’ temple in the northern part of PORT NYARANZARU, where we consulted with the temple’s leader, GRANDFATHER Z’TEMBE. We told the good Grandfather we sought the necromantic device responsible for the DEATH CURSE. He told us he would seek wisdom from his god – I think Savras is a god, if not She’s most likely a goddess – and that we should return the next day to receive that wisdom. We bought the supplies we needed from the Souk + saw dinosaur races. Welyn won some gold, Sanna lost some. I broke even, because I didn’t have enough gold to gamble with + besides, gambling w. gold’s silly. You can buy things w. gold, like Chultan leather armor, which I actually had just bought, which is why I had no gold to gamble w. Then back to our quarters at the House of Repose. Well, I went to our quarters. I’d had perhaps a little too much tench in the previous hours. My friends, on the other hand, met the vanishing fellow from Tymora’s temple, whose name is ROKA. Which reminds me of Aunt Cousin Mathilda’s almond roka. That is my favourite roka. This new roka is my fourth favourite roka, at best. I’m still not sure what to make of him. I rid myself of the tench, but could not shake a stench. If you ever have the opportunity to smell turtle man slurry, I highly recommend you find someone else to take it. Unfortunately, the tortle slurry was MUDCRAW – you remember, the one who did the thing with his head that was going to guide us? He had a room down the hall from our own. When I examined his shell, I discovered a medallion of the OTEMKA (triceratops) SOCIETY – an organization everyone in Chult seems to know about despite the fact that it’s damnably hard to get anyone to talk about. The medallion is a curious item to have found – apparently the Society usually leaves them as a warning prior to doing something as harsh as melting someone inside their shell. Perhaps a new recruit was a little overeager, like Old Shine was w. the basilisk (I still can’t believe he did that + survived!) (!!!). I learned about the Otemka Society from Roka, who, as I said, had made arrangements w. my friends. Those arrangements turned out to revolve around me – They agreed that I would create a distraction at the Flaming Fist’s Fort Something or Other (forgive me, Mum, the tench has made this a little blurry). This distraction would lure those inside the main keep outside, allowing Roka to sneak into the keep to perform a service for his employers. This Roka’s a cagey fellow. Despite some stunningly clever questioning of him by me, I couldn’t determine who Roka’s employers are. This seemed to make me more uneasy than it does my friends – how often does that happen? Before we rendezvoused w. Roka, we returned to the Temple of Savras, where Grandfather Z’tembe told us he’d been blessed w. a vision of a jungle city far to the south. This city, according to him, is surrounded by cliffs + filled w. snakes. Like, a lot of snakes. In the city there is a black obelisk, shrouded in vines. He believes we were right to seek the Death Curse’s source in Chult. Actually, it was our employer SINDRA SILVANE who was right, but that’s neither here nor butter. Despite my misgivings, I agreed to take part in Roka’s scheme. In exchange we would be provided w. a FLAMING FIST charter of Chultan passage, as well as the services of 2 experienced guides should we succeed in aiding Roka in accomplishing his mysterious goals. The journey to Fort Thingie took longer than expected. During it we encountered a wild dinosaur at unnervingly close range + saw 3 aaracokra – I remember Huzzah! telling me of such birdmen when he returned from the east last midwinter. They sounded most interesting, but alas they kept their distance, a distance too distant for me to get to know them to any useful degree. We arrived at Fort Whatsit + examined the area, determining that the best option to pull people from the keep would be to free the horses – the first horses we’d seen since arriving in Chult, mind you. It seemed a good idea at the time. Before executing our cunning plan, we scoped out the keep I mean we got our charter from the CASTELLAN in the keep. While there I located a bell rope that, through an act of supreme gnomish will, I managed not to pull. For a time. Having received our charter, it was agreed that we should execute our clever scheme. Vicci got the horses worked up, convincing them their imminent future involved a glue factory. After that I slapped some rumps + got them stampeding – as much as seven horses can stampede – out of the stable. Having freed the horses, I made my way into the keep to ensure the plan had worked. SANNA accompanied me in this effort. She’s a good sort for a barbarian and certainly some sort for a halfling. The plan had, in fact, not worked. Realizing the hold was far from empty, we made our way to the bottom of the belltower + closed the door. Sanna + I had a minor disagreement over our course of action, which, despite her best efforts, involved my pulling the bell rope twice before being pulled away from the bell rope by force. Sanna wanted to drag me from the keep, but that wasn’t going to work – the Fists that remained inside, including the Castellan, were upon us in an instant. I thought quickly because there was no time to think any other way. “The horses!” I screamed. “They’ll kill us! They’ll kill us all!” My performance was pitch perfect + Sanna’s got the job done. Rather than killing or confining us in the stockade, we were escorted from Fort Thatplaceoverthere. I don’t know what happened to Vicci + Welyn while Sanna + I executed the plan I’m reasonably sure we all agreed upon, but by late afternoon we found them back where we’d stored the canoe. Did I mention we rode a canoe most of the way to the fort? We did. I slept under it. Comfy. Around midnight Roka returned to the canoe. He advised me not to return to the fort. I’ve already seen the fort + frankly, outside of the bell + the dinosaur pen, it has little to recommend it, so why would I want to return? Other than to give the Flaming Fist the half of whatever treasure we discover. I wonder if the Castellan would rather see me less than she would like to see half of whatever we manage to procure, assuming we manage to procure anything other than mad monkey fever. Our group has adopted the name Mad Monkey Fever, by the way. Did I tell you that earlier? Well if I didn’t, we did. Mad Monkey Fever, that’s us. Come morning we’ll begin the journey back to Port Nyanzaru. There, Roka will introduce us to his guide friends, whose services on our behalf he’s agreed to pay for. Yawn. I believe my time watching over the party is nearing an end. I’ll wake Vicci in a moment, but first, there’s something I must get off my chest: As a rule death doesn’t worry me overmuch, but as a rule death is not so permanent as current circumstances have made it. For the first time in my life I’m more afraid to die than I am to live – I can think of nothing less gnomish than that. I can’t let the others know, of course. As their leader they rely on me to keep their morale up – I must show no fear + so I shan’t. But I am afraid, Mum. Afraid I may not see you or Huzzah! or cousin Bent or Auntie Beryl or any of my friends other than the friends I have w. me now ever again. The other options available suit me even less than this one I’ve chosen, however. So I shall keep marching forward, putting one foot before the other as I continue walking this path we call ADVENTURE! Love, your favourite son, Absolutely Post-script – I got one of those feather cloaks I told you about in my last letter! (I think Vicci actually looks better in hers, but I’d never tell her that. Her head’s quite big enough as it is.)

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peacekeeperangel · 8 years ago

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Flamethrower Chapter 6

OH MY LORD THIS CHAPTER

Sorry it took so long guys I had to do a complete re-write TWICE and I’m still not totally happy with it. Eventually I just decided to put it out because otherwise I’ll be writing this one chapter until Doomsday. God willing I’ll be a little faster now that the Beast has been slain.

Summary: Not much is known about Sans the Skeleton. He owns a bar in Snowdin. He has a younger brother Named Papyrus. And recently something’s been raiding his trash for food. Reversing the Roles of the Baby Blaster AU originally created by @spacegate

Part 6 of 17(?)

Notice: this Piece is mostly self-edited and may contain typos, grammar errors and run on sentences. if you spot a mistake, please report kindly

Undyne didn’t stay for long after Gaster had left. It had only been thanks to her father’s mercy that she had been allowed to stay and assist. But that was only for one day, which was quickly coming to an end.

The bar was closed. Sans didn’t bother leaving any sort of note or explanation as to why on the front door. Snowdin was a tiny town, secrets were difficult to keep, especially when it involved the town barkeep. Sans hoped at the very least he could keep the local gossip mongers at bay long enough to get this new charge comfortable.

This was a more difficult task than Sans had originally expected. While he fully realized that Grillby was skittish, what he didn’t expect was how sensitive the elemental was. Sans could turn suddenly or knock over a bottle and the Elemental would freeze solid, or bolt for anyplace to hide, usually tripping over his own feet in the process. Sans couldn’t help to be impressed that his hyper-energetic high-volume brother had managed to keep the anxious child calm long enough for Sans and Caedmon to collect them both.

Unsurprised, but impressed. After all his baby brother was the greatest after all.

“Are y’really sure you wanna help Grillby?” Sans asked, “Y’might be a little more comfortable sitting with Papyrus for a little bit.” They were currently making Sans’ old room more habitable for Grillby, which mostly consisted of clearing out all the trash that was scattered throughout the room. Most of Sans’ clothes were in the wash, or simply draped around the house, much to Papyrus’ dismay.

“M’okay....” Grillby replied, his gravelly voice whisper-soft as usual as he fiddled with this oversized shirt and shorts. Not as bad as the adult sized t-shirt he had been running around in but Papyrus’ Hand-me-downs were a vast improvement until Sans could go shopping for proper clothes. “...Want to be useful.” He added cautiously.

After a few scares and startles, Grillby had settled on top of the mattress that made up the bed, watching as Sans would putter about the room and stuff whatever random object that fell into his field of vision into a plastic garbage bag. Not exactly ‘useful’ but the young elemental seemed to be a lot calmer in Sans’ presence, so he really had no reason to complain.

What Sans really wanted most was for Grillby to answer some of his questions. Like how he was able to change shape, or why he had been in the forest alone for weeks?

Most importantly, what had Gaster said to him when Undyne had left them both alone?

“Hey, Grillby?”

The boy looked up at him with solid white eyes. “Yes sir?”

It was Sans’ turn to flinch. “Please don’t call me ‘sir’ kiddo. Makes me feel old.” He stared at the child for a few moments, “...How about we go make some dinner eh?” the skeleton just didn’t have the heart to disturb the child.

Before Grillby could even form a reply, a sound resembling more of a cannon shot than someone knocking, resulted in the entire room flooded with a wave of heat that felt like he was back in Hotland and light that left him seeing spots.

Sans quickly discovered the cause when the spots cleared. Curled up in a corner, looking less like a walking talking campfire flame and more like an oversized sparkler was Grillby in his cat form. Solid White eyes wide open and unseeing.

“Grillby?” Sans knelt down, “Kid...? Are you-” he cut himself off before he could finish his stupid question. It was clear to anyone with any lick of sense that Grillby was about as far from ‘alright’ as a monster could get. Sans knew the kid was jumpy in regards to sudden noises, but this was unlike any previous reactions before.

It also didn’t help that the monster who had knocked so forcefully hadn’t stopped knocking since the first strike. While none were as powerful as that first hit, it was still loud enough to be heard clearly from the second floor, with each strike a spark flew off of the tiny elemental.

“Hold that thought Grillbz,” Sans grinned brightly to the prone fire cat, disguising his annoyance. “I’m going to go answer the door.”

Sans held back from teleporting, opting instead for a brisk power walk down to the front door, letting his temper simmer at just the right level he used when he wanted to scare the ever-loving crap out of rowdy customers. “Hey y’mind cooling it with the drum solo, we’re kind of prefer smooth jazz to rock n’ roll-”

“Open the door y’cheeky whippersnapper!” an aged voice bellowed from behind the front door. “It’s too cold for jokes!”

Sans blinked, pausing briefly before he opened the door for a large, ancient turtle monster wearing a pith helmet and furry-looking overcoat. “Gerson?!”

“Wahahahaha! Hello sonny, about time you got that door!” the turtle crowed, stroking a scraggly looking goatee with one hand while carrying a massive grocery bag, nearly the size of Sans himself in the crook of his arm, “Snowdin is just as cold as I remember it to be.”

“Uh... Wha...?” was all that Sans was able to get out before Gerson shoved the bag into his arms and half-stomped half-limped into the house, kicking snow from his boots.

“A little fishy told me a little about the mischief she and Papyrus got into this weekend,” Gerson proclaimed cheerfully, “including something involving a fire elemental with, and I quote “Super Cool Hero Powers”?”

Sans sighed, enveloping the grocery bag in an aura of blue magic. “It’s a lot more complicated than that Gerson.” he admitted, levitating the bag beside him. “The kid... It’s a really long story.”

“I wouldn’t have walked into this Ice Box willingly for a short story short stuff.” Gerson smirked dryly, “Now, mind satisfying this old man’s curiosity? What’s this about a kid with powers?”

Sans sighed, shoving the bag back into Gerson’s hands. “Mind waiting a bit before I start spilling my guts mister Captain of the Guard?”

“Retired.” Gerson snorted, taking the bag before it tipped over, “Is there a problem?” he asked, a note of concern in his voice as he watched the skeleton climb the stairs.

“Hopefully not anymore since you stopped trying to beat the front door down.” Sans replied, gratified when the old turtle winced sheepishly, “But I’d like not to overwhelm him right at the moment.”

“Ah, gotcha.”

Grillby was still hunched up in the same corner Sans had left him when he had gone downstairs, but the cat’s flames were more settled- Less firecracker and more candlelight sort of fire.

“Hey Grillbz,” Heat came off of the elemental in strong waves, Sans tried to approach but was only rewarded with a sharp spike in the temperature. “Turns out all that banging was this old obnoxious jerk I know.” he squatted down as close as he could to the little elemental without burning himself, gratified with the cat blinked slowly, as if to acknowledge his existence. “I’m going to go downstairs and talk with him a bit. Wanna come?” to his utter surprise the little cat nodded slowly.

“Are you going to stay the way you are now?” Grillby nodded again a little quicker than before, but made no move to stand. “Do you want me to go down ahead?” Grillby nodded a third time.

“Okay, cool...” an idea came to him. “Do you wanna talk to the guy?” the kitten shook his head, confirming Sans’ suspicion. “That’s fine, you can have something to eat while we’re in there, then he won’t bother you.” he pointed to his mouth, “People won’t bother you with your mouth full amirite?”

Grillby’s feline face was full of confusion as he nodded uncertainly. “Trust me it’s an old trick I used to pull when... well nevermind.” Sans scratched the back of his bony head. “Anyway I’ll go on ahead, come down as soon as you’re ready okay? No pressure.” He stood up, and quietly exited the room, pausing on his journey to check on Papyrus.

No change, The younger skeleton was still sleeping soundly, wrapped up in almost every blanket in the house. The doctor assuring Sans that Papyrus just had a bad cold- attributed mostly to his wet clothes when the rescue party had found their cave. Papyrus would be his normal bouncy self in a short while.

Satisfied that everything was as well it could be, Sans returned to the kitchen, “Okay, Grillby just needs a little extra time, but he’ll be down...?” He stopped dead in his tracks just inside the kitchen door.

“Gerson...What the heck?”

In the brief amount of time it had taken Sans to check on the boys, Gerson had unpacked a surprising amount of goods from his grocery bag, and was in the middle of cooking... something. Sans wasn’t quite sure what but at that moment the old turtle was in the middle of reducing a large onion into an equally large pile of onion bits.

“Figured you might be hungry.” Gerson replied simply, tossing the diced onion into a frying pan, “And that you might want a break after, what... a day of running around?”

“Two, actually.” Sans replied settling into the small breakfast space set aside in the corner of the kitchen. “Plus, the doctor’s visit... and filing the report with the Canine unit... Visiting Caedmon at the Guardhouse...Gaster....” Sans found himself wondering when he last ate. It was one of those habits he had that drove Papyrus batty.

“Oof. My regards on that last one.” Gerson winced sympathetically, grasping a packet of mushrooms he opened them and began the work of cleaning and preparing them for the pan. “Now, how about telling me that long story?”

So he did. Sans told the old turtle about the mystery that Papyrus had solved through blind stubbornness and many nights of hot dogs. About Sans going out night-after night after closing the restaurant to search for the mysterious fire child behind Papyrus’ back only to find Papyrus going out to do the exact same thing and succeeding where Sans had failed to the cost of the younger brother’s health.

“An exciting few days t’be sure.” Gerson said stirring a pot of something heavenly fragrant. “So. Whatcha going to do with the little spark?”

Sans cocked a non-existent eyebrow. “Do?” he intoned, “I don’t quite follow your lead on this Mon Capitanne. What do you expect me to do beyond keep the kid safe and fed right?”

Gerson chuckled darkly. “Don’t piss on my leg and tell me we’re in Waterfall. I remember your case against Gaster.” Sans froze, his eye lights going out. “The child prodigy of the Royal Scientist running up to my Second in Command’s front door, Little brother in hand and shouting that both their lives were in mortal danger?”

Sans didn’t reply leaving only the sound of Gerson’s spoon scraping the bottom of the pot to fill the room.

“I told you the whole story then....” Sans finally broke the silence.

“That you did. I don’t need to dredge up the whole ugly court battle with that old Ghoul of a Royal Scientist, but here you are... and here’s a boy who can somehow do the same things you claimed Gaster was attempting to do with yourself and-”

“Just Papyrus!” Sans barked sharply, his hands shaking as he balled them into bony fists. “Glass Canons Aren’t Useful On The Battlefield....” the words rang hollowly as Gerson stumped beside him and laid a careful hand over his shoulders.

“You’re here Sans.” Gerson’s grizzled voice was firm, supportive and yet gentle. In a way it reminded Sans of the Redwood trees that surrounded Snowdin. “Your safe and So is Papyrus. You got away.”

Sans quietly nodded, resting a hand on the hand of the old turtle.

“Um...”

The pair looked up to see the fire elemental clinging nervously to the doorway looking ready to flee at any given second. “I-Is th...um...”

“Oh hey kid,” Sans stood up quickly, “Don’t worry about this guy, he’s the old jerk I was telling you about upstairs.” he said jovially jerking a thumb in Gerson’s direction. “Hey Gerson meet the new Housemate Grillby.”

“Howdy Grillby.” Gerson said with a dip of his pith helmet. The elemental started blankly back at the old turtle and said nothing clinging to the doorway like his life depended on it.

“Hey, uh Gerson how about giving Grillby a taste of your food?” Sans grinned nervously at the old turtle, who quickly got the message and stepped back towards the stove. “You’ll love this kid I learned everything about food from this guy.”

“And yet you still eat Typhus pods like they’re going out of fashion.” Gerson snorted back as he gathered up three plates from their resting place in the kitchen’s drying rack. “I hope you’re giving him something else.”

“Mr. Papyrus gave me sinaminbunzz...” Grillby said, his whisper voice sinking into a mumble as he looked away.

Gerson laughed, a quieter version of his normal booming belly-laugh. “Wahahaha, is that so? Do you like Papyrus?” He asked the question of Grillby but continued staring at the pot as he juggled the plates with a deftness that defied his age as he poured out a rice-like noodle with a creamy sauce.

“....He’s very strong.” Grillby replied simply, staring at the plates with an intensity Sans only saw from the Canine Unit when they came to the restaurant. “They’re both very strong.”

“Is that why you agreed to stay with Sans? Because he’s strong?” Grillby responded to Gerson’s question with a nod, trying very hard not to look the turtle in the face.

Sans wasn’t sure why Grillby was trying so hard not to look at Gerson, when Sans was able to maintain eye contact with the young elemental almost right from the start.

If it bothered the old turtle, he gave no sign as he stepped up to the table and set two plates of mushroom risotto down “Well dig in, youngsters. Here’s to brighter tomorrows.”

Grillby stared at his plate then looked over at the mushroom risotto next to Sans. “Ummm...?”

Sans cocked a non-existent eyebrow “What’s wrong kid?” he asked, “Something on your mind?”

Grillby jolted in surprise.... then proceeded to cram the dish into his mouth by the handful, the mild scent of burning cream and mushroom wafting through the air as he completely disregarded the temperature of the dish.

“Uh, Grillby there are things known as spoons yanno...?” he said picking up his own spoon as an example. Grillby’s only response was to pick up the spoon and continue shovelling in food just as fast as he swallowed it down.

“People don’t bother you with your mouth full,” Stupid. the little voice in the back of Sans’ brain reminded him. He resisted the urge to facepalm as he set the utensil down. “Slow down will you kid? There’s plenty of seconds.”

This statement actually caused the manic shovelling to stop as Grillby looked to Sans in wide-eyed surprise. “Murrr?” he asked his cheeks bulging with Mushroom pasta.

“Yeah, in fact-” Sans’ plate glowed with an aura of blue light as it hovered over to Grillby’s plate and dumped a healthy portion of its contents onto it. “I’m not as hungry as I thought I was. You can have some of mine.”

“Sans? Mind if we chat in the living room for a bit?” Gerson spoke up gently, having moved to the door in the brief time Sans had conversed with the little elemental.

“Sure thing.” Sans set his plate down close enough that Grillby could reach for it, but far enough to not make it look like he was essentially giving the befuddled elemental his whole dinner. “You know where to find me if you need me Grillby.” Sans assured him before stepping out.

“Here.” Gerson pressed the box into his hands before Sans had a chance to form a question. “They’ll be useful, just in case.”

Sans carefully opened the box to reveal a dozen or so metal rectangles, each the size of a domino each with a golden yellow gemstone set into the center of it.

“What the heck are these?” Sans asked, holding up one rectangle, rewarded with the image of a blazing fire shining from inside the stone depending on how the light caught it.

“Magic Suppressors.” Gerson replied gruffly, “Fire Magic Suppressors.”

Sans nearly dropped the box. “Gerson what the hell?!” he hissed, hoping that his long term house guest hadn’t heard the old turtle’s statement.

“Don’t let the bogey stories from the Big War scare you Sans, they’re not as bad as all that.” Gerson assured, his leathery face unchanging. “Any monster could overpower one of these with one good shot, but these should keep ambient fire magic down.”

“And how is an already squirrelly kid going to feel when he finds out I’ve got a box of these damn things?!” Sans retorted sharply. “He barely trusts me as it is!”

“Probably relieved, if I’m a betting Monster.” Gerson replied peering briefly over Sans’ shoulder towards the kitchen. “Most people forget, but short of Boss Monsters, Elementals are one of the most dangerous monsters in the Underground.”

“This isn’t a very funny joke Gerson,” Sans said, “I mean yeah the kid’s got an itchy trigger finger when he’s scared but-”

“Sans I saw his LVL.” Gerson interrupted. “I checked it when I gave you both food.”

Sans froze. He had always meant to check the boy’s level of violence but a part of him didn’t want to know. “How high?”

“Not as high as my own, or any Veteran’s but... far too high for a child to wield.” Gerson said, “Elementals are very disciplined but their power tends to go off-kilter when emotionally...” the old turtle paused to search for the words, “... emotionally distressed.” He finally settled.

“I’ve seen Elementals whip up storms or flood whole villages just from grief or anger. If I’m right, Grillby’s got enough power to burn all of Snowdin and half of Waterfall to ash,” Gerson said firmly, “N’just by going by his behaviour in the kitchen and what you told me, I think he may already know that.”

“You think he’s still scared of me?” Sans asked.

“I think the poor boy’s scared to death of himself.” Gerson insisted.

Sans thought about that. “So what should I do? Tell the kid to stop feeling so much?” He asked sarcastically.

Gerson groaned, “Dammit Sans I said no such thing! All the suppressors are for is to protect you, Papyrus and any other monster in case Grillby looses his grip on his self control.” he said tersely

“You think it’s bound to happen?”

“I’m surprised it hasn’t happened already,to be perfectly honest..” Gerson sighed sadly, “It’s probably only a matter of time.”

#Baby Blasters #ARGH THIS MONSTER #Flamethrower #WOO FREEDOM!#Grillby being cute #I guess Tiny Grillby is an Anxiety-ridden kitten #Poor Bab

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nataliaechothorn · 8 years ago

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WarriorsCatTale Gaster’s bio sheet

Name: WarriorsCatTale WD Gaster. Nicknames: War, Cat Gaster, Silverpaw, Jay. Gender: Male. Race: Skeleton/Cat hybrid monster. Age: 40 ( but his age depends mostly on what timeline or roleplays i use him as well however). Clan: SilverClan (this is the clan for the lab workers and royal scientists). Love Interest or Crush: He used to have a wife but she was killed during the war times though so he is pretty much single and does not have a crush or a love interest but he did have a sight crush on a certain someone for a while and might still have some secret feelings for her. Father: WarriorsCatTale Echo Wing Ding. Mother: WarriorsCatTale Ophira (no longer alive and was killed during a war). Siblings: A older brother named WarriorsCattale Daxter. Kids: WarriorsCatTale Sans and WarriorsCatTale Papyrus and a daughter named WarriorsCatTale Marie (but she was killed however). Personality: A bit over protective at times and harsh and cold, But deep down he got a kind and loving heart and he loves and would protect those he cares about very much with his life. After falling into the void he been more withdrawn and keeps to himself and keeps his distance from others somewhat not wanting to be a heavy burden on anyone. Other forms(besides his normal self): He does have a normal cat form (this is normal in his au since all of the monsters in this au all have normal cat forms which they can use to hide their true selves when around humans and all) and there is also of course his gloop form that he gets after he falls into the core. Powers and Ablities: Bone magic, Teleporting for short distances, Cat Gaster Blasters, When really close to someone he cares about he can sometimes sense or feel their pain and know when they are hurting and where. Able to hear things from a very long way, Knows a small bit of healing and dark magic too and can sometimes has visions that can be a past vision or a future one. Looks when his normal cat form: He looks just like any normal day house cat and he is a lovely and handsome silver shorthair tabby cat and has got black coloured stripe markings all over his body and his paws and the tips of his ears are a blackish grey colour, Oddly he does not have his holes in his hands(or paws in this case when he is in this form XD) when in his cat form but he does still have his crack scars on him but they look like normal scars while in his cat form. He does have one odd feature to him while in his cat form and that is super sharp and long saber like fanged teeth that can deal a lot of damage if he bites someone and his claws are also a bit extra long and sharp too and also while in his cat form his eyes are a lovely light blue colour. Looks when his normal self(his skeleton/cat hybrid self of course): He looks almost full skeleton and the only thing cat about him is that he has got cat like ears and a cat tail and his feet are actually pawed like that of a cat, The rest of him is pure skeleton monster and his ears and tail have got stripes on them and his ears and tail main colour is a silver grey colour same goes for his pawed feet too. He wears a lab coat on that has got some stripe markings on it as well too and he wears battle gloves on both of his hands too, He also wears snow boots on his feet to hide his pawed feet from others not wanting others to tease him about them. He wears normal day lab pants on that have some stripe markings on them as well too, He still got the classic gaster crack scars above and below his eyes and also got the classic gaster type holes in his hands too though it cannot be seen while he got his gloves on however. He also wears a old and ripped up scarf around his neck too for his sense of style and will also sometimes wear glasses on at times too when he feels like it anyway, He wears a turtle neck type shirt under his lab coat as well too that has got claw mark designs on it. Oh and his eyes are a light purple colour. Looks In Gloop form: He looks like a classic tale gloop Gaster only he still has got his cat ears and cat tail in fact oddly, He is also still wearing his old ripped up scarf around his neck too and somehow his battle gloves are still on his hands as well and they had not felled off and are staying attached to his hands. He also of course still got his crack scars and the holes in his hands too, He also got some small bits of patches of fur sticking onto him and is a part of him but it is perfectly normal for him. His eyes are now with his left eye being a light blue colour and his right eye being a light purple colour. AU : WarriorsCatTale (One of my own Aus that i made up). Facts about him: - He often has to scold Sans since his son tends to get himself into a lot of trouble at times, He gets annoyed when Sans makes puns or jokes as well too and tries very hard to stay patient with him and not lose his temper at his son. - He loves both of his sons very much and would not pause to protect them with his own life he has too, They both mean the world to him and after he lost his daughter he has been a little over protective of them at times more than normal after that event happened. - His ears are very sensitive to loud noises and he will wince or recoil in some pain if he hears a very loud ear splitting sound. - He holds a friendship bond with WarriorCatTale Asgore and WarriorCatTale Alphys. - He can actually speak and understand cats but since he is part cat monster he of course would be able to do that. - He knows on how to speak normally and with hand signs as well too. - His voice sounds deep but also hints a gentleness in it as well. But when Angry his voice is still deep but has a almost demon like tone to it . - When not working in his lab he is seen trying to spend more time with his sons and will play with them or teach them some things. - He likes to read books and sometimes write down stuff and he also sometimes likes to do puzzles too. - He is totally clueless that someone may just happen to in fact have a crush and a deep liking for him but is too nervous and shy to tell him however. - He believes in giving others a second chance something that he later on regrets believing in due to certain reasons. - He still watches over his sons even after he ends up in the core even if it is hard for him knowing that his sons cannot see or hear him even if he is there with them. - When both he and his sons are in their cat forms he will often carry Sans in his mouth like a mom cat would but only does this if Sans annoys him too much or when he is trying to get Sans out of trouble, He will also do that to Papyrus as well and will carry Papyrus’s by the scruff of his neck gently then carry him to a more safe spot or move him when he is not in a very safe spot. - It is quite funny but he sometimes forgets that he is not always in his cat form and he will sometimes try to carry Sans or Papyrus in his mouth even when in his monster form when his happens he will often accidently drop Sans or Papyrus or ends up with his sons yelling at him to drop them, Since that get’s them really embassed and all. - Since he is part Cat he does sometimes act a little like a cat without realizing it most of the time until someone points it out to him, He gets embassed when he that does happen and all. ( i will add more about him later for now that is all that i think to add about him for the moment).

OOC: i been wanting to do his bio sheet for so long and i now finally got it up and he is open for others to interact with as well by the way and you can ask him questions too if you wish since he is fine with being asked things. He is a real sweetheart too. also i am perfectly fine with someone drawing him if they wish to since i would be honored if someone did that and all.

WarriorsCatTale Gaster and The WarriorsCatTale AU and all of the characters said in that bio sheet are all copyright to nataliaechothorn (myself of course).

Undertale and Gaster are copyright to Toby Fox.

#warriorscattale undertale aus my own aus bio sheet gaster muses ocs info stuff nataliaechothorn kingshadowfellwingdinggaster

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archiveddvrpg · 7 years ago

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Congratulations, JULIE! You’ve been accepted for the role of ORSINO. Admin Kaitlin: Honestly, from the moment you opened your application with the line ‘He’s got that appropriate “looks-at-you-like-you’re-dirt-on-his-shoe” appearance.’ I was fairly sold on the whole ordeal. I loved the acidic quality that you brought to him--comparing him to a serrated blade, his sharp-edged privilege, the way he paints himself in gold. I just. All of it. All of this. I was on my toes from start to finish, and I can’t wait for him to grace our dashes. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Julie Age | 19 Preferred Pronouns | She/her Activity Level | I’d give it an 6/10, honestly, with a standard deviation of two. I’m a full time college student and I work on the weekends, but I’m pretty good at time management and the queue is my best friend. I’m more likely to be active on weekday evenings than I am weekends because my job likes to run me ragged (hurray, retail! My soul is slowly being sucked out of my body). Timezone | MST

In Character

Character | Orsino / Orion Massetti. I’m good with holding onto Ben Barnes for a faceclaim! He’s got that appropriate “looks-at-you-like-you’re-dirt-on-his-shoe” appearance.

What drew you to this character? | When I read over Orion’s skeleton, I was immediately enthralled. He checks off the list for every perceivable stereotype that comes with characters like his: he’s beautiful, gluttonous, and sharp as a knife. But the further I read, the more I figured that he could be so much more. He embodies certain tropes and turns them on their heads at the same time - he’s charming and he’s incredibly private. He’s physically alluring and keeps an emotional distance. He’s ambitious and inherently ambivalent about his loyalties. At first glance he seems like a man who’s willing to lie and cheat to claw his way to the top, but he’s relatively content, so long as someone is paying him. His staple of honesty is something that humanizes him - turns him from a modern day Liber into a man who knows better than to lie, even if that particular habit is brought on by years of getting spun gold shoved into his arms whenever he has so much as a bad day. It’s something that that keeps him tied down to the earth, even when he thinks he’s above the rest.

Orion is apathetic and the exact opposite of ascetic: he indulges until he can’t, and then he indulges more, and in a way I think that’s a tool for other people to use. He’s a blade, with red dripping off the serrated edge, and he knows he’s beautiful even in the wake of bloodshed, quiet or violent. To this extent, everything about Orion can be weaponized, and I think he knows it, even when he wishes he didn’t. His parents played into forging a weapon more than they probably realized simply by never saying no: when someone who doesn’t understand rejection is turned away, they get even. While he’s not a man usually compelled towards revenge (why risk something important over petty matters?), he knows there are other ways to get people to do what you want. He’s also incredibly biased: why would anyone live any other life besides the one he has? He’s divine, he’s beautiful, he’s chaotic and controlled all at once. He’s chipped away at the marble and ended up with something statuesque. It’s what people see on the surface of Verona: beautiful stone, beautiful people, beautiful lives, carved to perfection, without any clue of what’s hiding underneath the surface. I want to dig at what Orion’s got underneath the fabrication of how he presents himself. The juxtaposition between a man who so clearly wants for nothing and still feels he should have everything is so fascinating to me. (And there’s an interesting thought: what does he actually want, beyond the material or physical?) He’s one of those people that you want to hate, that you should hate, but there’s something compelling about him regardless. In that sense he’s almost like a caricature of the art pieces he admires so much.

I usually don’t write characters like Orion. I tend to gravitate towards muses who are softer, less sharp, more one-sided. They’re one way or the other, and Orion defies that just by how other people look at him and perceive him. I think getting into the nitty-gritty of someone who knows of shame or guilt (or grief, to a degree) but has never had to hold hands with or lay in bed with it is a chance for me to grow out of my comfort zone and do something great. Orion lives deliciously because he knows he can, and I want to take all that away from him at some point.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

AS BLACK AS VULCAN. It takes time to make a man into something he wants the world to see, and that image is incredibly important to him. He’s spent years and years pouring time, effort, and money into his outward appearance. Orion displays himself openly as something shiny and golden, with a Midas touch to go with it. He comes from privilege, he’s still privileged, and he knows it, unashamedly. I’d love to see Orion knocked down a peg, whether that be through his unchecked ego or his actual physical appearance. A scuffed Orion is an unhappy one, and how he might eventually retaliate (either through betrayal on a larger scale or something small and minor like a secret clutched close to the chest) is super compelling to me!

I’LL SACRIFICE THE LAMB THAT I DO LOVE. Given that he tends to very personally closed off, in spite of (or, in some cases, because of) his honesty, I think a relationship that Orion cannot seem to get away from could be fun to explore. He doesn’t like being attached, in spite of how some in Verona cling to him like remora fish, but it does happen, and when he’s involved in someone well enough, it can be difficult for him to separate. I don’t know that he ever quite learned the appropriate idea of what love or a healthy relationship looked like from people like his parents, who connected adoration with throwing money at the problem until it was happy, either at each other or their own son. This is something he really struggles with. Alliances and relationships are two completely separate things in his mind, in spite of what others might feel. Loyalty as a whole is a concept Orion doesn’t get. Whether this connection is a friendship he cherishes or something more romantic, I want someone to get underneath his skin enough that he can’t seem to get them out.

Alternatively, Orion could get in the middle of someone else’s relationship, just for the fun of it, or under orders. People drift towards him for a reason. He’s torn couples and families apart before, with a strange sort of severity and calculation, and I’m sure he’s willing to do it again if he’s bored enough.

IS THIS THE MADMAN? Orion’s not particularly secretive about his wavering allegiance to one side or the other. Sure, he might not say it aloud, but his actions say enough. He toes the line all the time, and at some point, it’s going to have to go one way or the other - he’s going to have to pick a side if he wants any sort of meaningful involvement (and he does, because he adores the attention). At some point I’d love to have his loyalties tested for good, whether it be as a punishment or at a crisis point in his arc, which might impact him more than anything else. There’s also the possibility of someone calling him out on his tendency to swing one way or another depending on the weather. That’s definitely enough to ask questions: why isn’t he loyal, compared to others? What will it take to get that sort of cold-blooded loyalty? Why even bother trusting Orion in the first place, if there’s any chance at all it could end badly for everyone involved?

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | I think it could make sense just from reading his skeleton, but I won’t lie. Just from filling out this audition I’m already attached. I’d love to get to know him and write him a bit first, and see where it goes, though, so…yes, probably!

In Depth

What is your favorite place in Verona?

He pulls the cup away from his lips, sets it down. Long fingers trace the rim of the saucer as he considers an answer. The Phoenix and the Turtle’s not quite moving this time of day, and he’s enjoying the relative quiet while he can. Orion’s head is pounding in something reminiscent of a hangover, and he wishes he’d taken something for it before heading out for the day. He’ll sneak something later, he’s sure of it.

Dark eyes move up. The interviewer is tinted a muted green in the gloss of his sunglasses, and he’s more than thankful for that — they can’t see the bloodshot eyes, or how he’s looking them over. It’s near habit by now for him to pick out small imperfections in faces. The bridge of their nose is a bit crooked, their cheekbones a bit too low, and they’ve got a scar above their lip that pulls when they speak. Not unattractive, but he has to wonder: do those marks bother them? Could he make them squirm if he brought them up?

His favorite places are usually the one he frequents most, and where he’d fallen into last night was no exception. If he closes his eyes, he can still recall the easy movement of human beings in sync, stretched out like content cats over chairs. “Have you ever been to the Twelfth Night Museum? It’s incredible, turns into a lounge at night, called the Tempest. You haven’t danced until you’ve tried to waltz with a statue.” Among other things, he’s sure; who’s to say what people get up to when they’re three sheets to the wind? Another passing glance. They’ve got nice hair, a flattering jawline, pretty color in their cheeks. Would look good underneath his sheets. He smiles, and it’s near blinding to look at. “We should go together, sometime. I think you’d like it, cultured individual like yourself. And then you can show me your favorite place in Verona.” He leans back in the chair, comfortable, at ease with himself: one leg crossed over the other, breathing slow and calm. He shifts the saucer half an inch, smirk settling into something casual. “I’ve been a patron of the arts since I was young. Less actual physical art, and more acting, but I can appreciate the prettier things in life. It’s a good spot to do some appreciating, if you catch my meaning.”

What does your typical day look like?

An easy laugh bubbles out of Orion, water from a brook, and he finally reaches up to remove his glasses. They’re set down on the surface of the table, and he’s careful with them — prescription isn’t cheap, and he cares more for his belongings than he does most people. Money doesn’t matter much in the way of things, but he’s not a fan of breaking things left and right like he had when he was young. “You’re being graced with my presence,” the dripping tones of sarcasm, “and you want to talk about the day to day? You’re kidding.” He’s careful not to shift his expression too much, doesn’t want to put them off. But there are so many better things he could be doing with his time, and he’s already running through the list in his head: clothes on the bed, drawers to be reorganized, eggs and milk for the fridge. Guns to ship out, crates to check, people to intimidate. It goes on. He pulls another sip from his cup.

“Same as you, I’d be willing to bet,” he winks, and the interviewer mirrors his grin, shifts in their seat. Good. He’s sure he has them wrapped around his finger, then. Best to make this go quickly. “I get up, go for a run, shower, and go to work. Sometimes, if I’m feeling especially risque, I’ll wake up early. Don’t I lead an exciting life?” There’s more to be said, sure. People do the same damn thing every day. Creature comforts, he thinks, and there’s no doubt Orion has his own. But routines and cycles and processes are boring. “In my free time I’ll dance, act, attend plays, that sort of thing. I visit the Cathedral when I can, but there seems to be less of that these days than I’d like.” It’s not a lie, necessarily. He just doesn’t attend to worship. No point in it, he thinks. “Do you pray?” It’s a polite sort of question, one he breezes past before they can even get a word out to answer. “I’m usually in bed around eleven. Quick to bed, quick to rise. It’s what my father always said.”

What has been your biggest mistake thus far?

“Strange phrasing. Thus far.” His attention settles on something else: the river, moving slow and easy, as if it doesn’t have anywhere else to be. “I don’t tend to dwell on the past, usually.” Orion would like to think that’s not so strange, but he’s met plenty of people who drown themselves in their regrets. He begins the methodical process of shutting the interviewer out as quickly as he’d pulled them in. People are more intrigued with the enigmatic and well-dressed man than they are the individual who has everything he could want and knows it. Forging himself into a Grecian work of art comes with practiced ease. Tilts his head up just so, angles his chin and jaw in a certain direction, bounces his leg with a one-two-one-two-one rhythm. The small table they’re sitting at begins to shake, and their drinks ripple.

He preaches in favor of honesty, but finds himself at a loss for words, and stalls for time by running his tongue over his top row of teeth. “Not getting to know my parents more while I could, I think.” They don’t speak anymore, and Orion can’t say he dislikes it too much, but it’s natural to wonder. He can see the image of his father now, had inherited his auburn hair and obsidian eyes. They’d stand at the same height, now, but Orion had always held the higher ground even in his youth. So much as a quiet plea for attention was silenced with gentling, a new toy. And then toys had shifted to literature, art pieces, brand name clothing, the best education anyone could offer. Quiet pleas shifted to ever-brewing anger with them. Other things were given up, which most would have only dreamed of. Physical training; he still remembers fencing quite fondly. Acting school, where he’d studied the greatest of the greats and had stolen the stage every time. But by the end of it, when Orion had left with a fortune of inheritance in his pocket, his father had been less of a man and more of a cache to pull from.

His mother was much the same, although he has a startlingly difficult time recalling the features of her face. He’d gotten her softer features, he knows, the sort that draw men and women alike in and ensnare them with the idea of saving a man at turmoil with himself. He watches the interviewer as they scribble notes, and crushes out the temptation to ask them to try and save him. (For a night, or two. Maybe three.) It never works, those attempts, given that he’s never in jeopardy, but people desperately want him to be. He could never love them, not in the way they’d like. His parents had shown him love in the way Midas had shown it for gold, not Eros’ innocent intentions.

“They’re good people. I just don’t…” A long sigh. The interviewer leans in. Orion locks eyes with them, settles a hand on his knee to stop its shaking. “That’s all they are to me. People.”

What has been the most difficult task asked of you?

The cafe’s picking up in traffic by now. It makes sense, but he’s feeling a bit antsy. Neutral ground is neutral ground is neutral ground, sure, but he knows friends and less-than friends when he sees them. He mulls, but not for long. It’s not a simple question, and there’s no simple answer he can give. The first time he’d been told to beat a man near death had certainly been traumatic, but he’d done it. Breaking bones and disrupting cartilage? Acts like spilling blood? They now come to him as smoothly as straightening out his tie in the morning. He can’t say he thinks it arduous at all. There’s no way can he be so candid, so he picks at the cuff-links on his sleeves and hums. “Asked of me, by myself, is… picking out what to wear today. Every day, really.” There’s a more unconcerned tone, here, and the interviewer leans forward, intrigued.

They might be expecting more, something more serious. But he just shrugs his shoulders. “I usually wear Louis Vuitton. It’s what I’m most comfortable in,” he laughs, and they visibly detract, as if made insecure by their lack of trademark apparel. He narrows his eyes, and they shrink even further. Orion sniffs. “I wore Gucci today, though. Only thing I’m not sure about are the shoes.” They match the blue of his wool suit, but there’s no flashy red of the soles that draw attention in the way he likes. “Appearance is everything. It’s all we have to make an impression if there’s no dialogue, I think. So it makes sense to me that it should be difficult.”

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

“It’s all for money and power. I understand them both, I think. Both sides have their points.” The response is immediate, as is his movement: that’s a cue to go. He stands from his seat, brushes off his suit jacket. He owes plenty to the Capulets, and that goes without saying, but the Montagues are plenty rich. He’s not opposed to a change in allegiance for the right price. It’s expected for a man like him to be easily swayed, and he doesn’t usually try to break that particular chain. “Wars don’t last forever. Between you and me, I think things are going to come to a close sooner than the people of Fair Verona think.” He picks up his sunglasses and puts them on in one fluid motion.

“And then it’ll start again, and we’ll go around in an endless cycle until someone else dies. That’s how these things are. Men are greedy until they’re in the grave, and even then some are greedier than others. If it’s not the Capulets and Montagues, it will be other families with grudges to hold.”

He can picture himself now, with a shrine akin to Dionysus’ upon his death. It will be golden, glorious, with red-stained lips and an expensive bottle of wine clutched to the chest as he’s sealed away. He wants to be the best looking man in the room, even in death. He focuses on the interviewer again, and then looks out towards the street. “I’m afraid I have to go. Thank you for taking the time to speak with me. Call me, when you get the chance. We’ll go dancing.” Orion departs before they have the chance to protest, crimson flashing with every easy step.

Extras:

Pinterest! An edit! (I would definitely recommend watching this on a smaller screen with some headphones.) A playlist! A mock blog!

#accepted: orsino #accepted

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