#im beating them to death with hammers

[crowshapedvoid]

[ID: a set of tags that say:

#fuck yeah its pronouns #i have a few pals who use it/its but i hardly use those and i use other pronouns that they use instead #bc i have this association with it being used to dehumanize folks #they know and understand

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I think bringing up "it/its" pronouns is a good test for people who claim to be "trans allies" because it so easily weeds out the people who are only doing it superficially. I've seen so many people who will post "Punch your local TERF #transrightsarehumanrights" and then turn around and be like "If someone says they go by 'it/its' pronouns it's actually good to misgender them because they're just teenager trenders"

[spooky-narwhal]

Got inspired by scriblesandbits to draw more Erivris. I like the idea of them both being trans but I haven’t nailed down my transfem Eridan design yet….. (Unfinished Eridan Sketch Page below)

[bitchthefuck1]

Can't believe we got 3 versions of the 10th doctor and Martha didn't get to hit a single one of them with a truck

[din0meat]

i wish i didn't have a severe fear that everyone hates me / is out to get me / pretending to put up with me because it makes me the most bat shit insane and paranoid person ever. i wish i could be normal and have conversations with people without worrying they don't like me or just hgnnmm ghnmmm ghmmm

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

sometimes ill be so deep into the process of a convoluted hyper specific sp au that im like. would this not just read better as an actual story.

[duelistmybeloved]

. i have a cavity orz

[r0ugarou]

I wish I had more people to talk to about my worldbuulding. Bouncing ideas off each other and stuff but also having someone else be invested in my little stories would keep me motivated to actually fill them out and write/illustrate them.

[musicallisto]

omg for the valentine's prompt echo: sender leaves a voicemail, confessing their feelings with charles, u decide if receiver or sender :) (drgnsfly)

· · · · ♡ YOU WIN SOME, YOU WIN SOME (cl16)

… starring charles leclerc x f!reader ... 2.1k words ... in which losing an offhanded bet to pierre gasly never felt so good to charles leclerc. ... lol i know this was supposed to be short but im a chronic overwriter and i got carried away by this idea <3 piarles have my very heart and soul

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐂 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 know better by now than to make pacts with Pierre Gasly.

To be fair, it began so long ago—years upon years of late-night dinners after disappointing races hammering the habit in. Muscle memory, like corners of a track. Pierre says something outrageous to get a laugh out of Charles; Charles answers he'll gladly do it when he hits some impossible milestone.

"I think you should do a video with Squeezie, mate. You'd be aaaall over Twitter." "Yeah, right! When you beat me in chess, maybe."

"So are you ever gonna release an album where you sing or?" "When I'm world champion, sure. I'll let you do the adlibs."

And it always works, always does get a laugh out of Charles, even after the most botched races, once again powerless victim to Ferrari's fads, and somehow even after his very first breakup. Charles must've promised the moon and then some, in the sacred outline of a conspirational grin; things only the Norman can get out of him, it seems, and things he's already forgotten all about.

So it isn't that weird, truth be told, that he forgot about you too.

The pact is sealed on a charter jet. Charles can't remember where from and where to; somewhere between Europe and the Americas, because the flight had seemed eternal to him, gripping the seat's leather armrest every time the small plane jolted up and down from turbulence. For a second he'd thought the soft wheezing sound was an impending mechanical failure, precipitating them all to their death into the cold, unforgiving Atlantic... until he'd opened his eyes and noticed Pierre sneering at him.

"I don't understand how you're still not used to it with how much we fly."

"I don't understand how you get used to it," Charles had retorted. "It's just not natural! Man was not made to fly."

"Yeah, 'cause man was definitely made to go three hundred kilometers an hour in a big carbon box."

His exasperated sigh, arms crossing over his chest and eyes fluttering closed should be enough for Pierre to understand the conversation is over and out, but Charles can still feel his amused gaze on him. The Monégasque's pursed lips melt into a smile.

"Stop it," he groans.

"I'm not doing anything!"

There's a mock offense in Pierre's tone, quickly replaced by honeyed mischief when he speaks again.

"Just imagine you're sitting with Y/N instead of me."

Charles' eyes snap open.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Obviously he knows what that's supposed to mean, but he still has to brace himself for the conversation that comes next. For the high-pitched voice and offensively bad Southern accent.

"Oh no, Y/N, I'm so scared! The plane is going to explode! Hold my hand or I'll cry!"

"Okay, first of all, I'm not Marseillais," Charles' eyes narrow, "and second, I don't... need her to hold my hand or anything."

"But you'd like that," Pierre replies pointedly.

From the way Charles shifts in his seat, turning to face the window and muttering a "whatever", the Frenchman knows he's struck a nerve. He's more gentle when he speaks again, after a few seconds of silence.

"So when are you gonna tell her you're madly in love with her?"

"I'm not madly in love with anyone."

"You told me you think of her every time you pass Ascari because the little flowers that grow down the side of the track are her exact favorite color."

Of course, there's nothing to retort to that. Not that it would do much anyway; Pierre is Charles' closest friend on the grid, and has been for more years than his hands, now calloused from the gloves, can count; he doesn't need any word from the younger man, just the twitch of his eyelid and the shadow of his dimple, to know Charles is irrevocably enamored with his old friend.

"I'm just saying, if you're gonna be whipped for someone, at least make it your girlfriend."

"Ferrari is enough of a girlfriend to me," Charles snorts, but he doesn't miss how talking about you evaporated all the flying fright in his belly.

"Okay, hear me out," Pierre leans in conspiratorially, "if you win Monaco... you have to tell her."

Charles stares him down for long, long seconds. It's another one of those mindless pacts they sign together, a purely recreational agreement they'll both have forgotten by the time they hit the tarmac... and Pierre's eyes and slight smile are so familiar and enticing, and it's not like Charles has got any chance of winning Monaco soon, anyway, not after adding yet another DNF to his streak—by the time he stands on the top step before the marina, you'll have found someone, and perhaps even he will have, too, and all will be forgotten.

"Yeah, okay. Promise."

Promises to the wind. Utterly inconsequential.

Especially because Charles doesn't win Monaco the next year, and watches his teammate prowl on the podium instead. Nor does he even come close the following.

So by the time 2024 comes around, he's completely forgotten about his promise—more of a bet, really—to Pierre Gasly in that jet all those years ago. Although, of course, in the gaps left by the deep rumble of the engines, the only thing he hears is your voice from when you wished him good luck over the phone just an hour ago.

"This year's yours, champion! I'll be watching you on TV. Make me proud!"

Charles has never been more thankful for a boring race than the moment he races past the chequered flag, barely making out the mechanics' triumphant fists behind the tears clinging to his lashes. The walls he'd leaned against, catching his breath climbing Monte Carlo's steep hills as a child, kiss him one last time, beckoning him forth into the pitlane where he eventually comes to a halt, dizzy like only Monaco winners are.

Most of the celebrations immediately after are a blur. From the garage's bone-crushing embrace to the roaring crowd and a billion adoring eyes on him, like he is their god—it all clouds into one gigantic red and white haze and the immeasurable, euphoric lightheadedness of being on top of the world.

Charles is still in his drenched race suit, dripping from Mediterranean waters, when Pierre Gasly finds him in the harbor, beaming head to toe, and hugs him as tightly as his sore arms will allow.

"Bravo ma poule," Pierre laughs, and the vibration against Charles' chest makes him laugh too. "I knew you'd do it."

If this were a usual race they would debrief it right then and there, and Charles would no doubt hear detailed, explosive accounts of every act of vehicular manslaughter Esteban has attempted against his teammate; but this is no usual race, this is Monaco, its trophy now bearing Charles Leclerc's name until the end of time; so Pierre grabs his friend by the shoulders instead and looks him straight in the eye.

"So, you won Monaco."

"I did," Charles giggles.

"And you remember what that means, right?"

Charles doesn't like the sly smile he sees on Pierre's face—he knows it too well.

"That means we're gonna party?"

"That means you have to tell Y/N you love her."

For some crazy reason, Charles doesn't flinch at the thought, doesn't even try to argue against it, pretend he does not remember the pact—because it seems like a perfectly good idea, the most logical course of action to take. He's a Monaco Grand Prix winner—he's just won Monaco! He's drunk on the adrenaline, traversed up and down by a million lightning bolts; he could run a mile, or skydive into the sea, or even tell you he's been dying of love for you since the day you met.

This year's yours, champion! Make me proud!

"She's... she's in Paris right now, for work," he replies. "I'll have to do it when she comes back—"

"Call her."

"What?"

"Call her!"

"Like—now?"

"Yes, now! If you don't do it with me right now you're never gonna do it. You're not getting off easy."

Charles hesitates for a split second—so much for lightning-fast reflexes!—and then his hand reaches for his back pocket, and he goes to your contact like some higher being is piloting his every move.

One tone, two tones...

"Voicemail," Charles breathes out, frantic, looking over at Pierre like it's an implacable fatality only he can get him out of. Pierre opens his palms, widening his eyes with a shake of the head, his every muscle screaming, "So? Are you dumb?", and Charles nods, clears his throat.

"Ahem! Erm... hi. Hi! Hi Y/N. I'm calling to say I won! I won the race, I won in Monaco... at last," he smiles into the phone, somehow oblivious to the fact he's about to pour his heart out in front of his best friend. "And I, uh... I also wanted you to know that I'm... really sorry you couldn't make it to the race, because... the truth is I—I like you. Like, more than as a friend. I like you so much, and I've liked you for so long, it's... you've given me so much strength over the years, so much confidence and resilience to bounce back and I never expected to fall for you like this when we met but sometimes it just... happens! And I wanted to dedicate this victory to you. To thank you for sticking with me even when I suck horribly, or when I'm in a bad mood because I suck horribly... you're among the most important people in my life, and that's why I want you to have the most important day in my life too. At least if you don't feel the same way, you know, I still get... one victory. Uh, yeah! Bisous, bye!"

He misses the hang-up button once and then buries his phone in his pocket to never ever hear from it again. Pierre stands dumbfounded as his friend grimaces tentatively.

"Too much?"

But Pierre can't stop chuckling and shakes his head.

"Honestly, brother, I don't even wanna make fun of you, that was genuinely cute."

And the Frenchman grabs the Monégasque by the shoulder, whisking the little prince away into the fervent clamor of his Principality.

Charles' hands don't start shaking until well into the night. The rest of the evening passed in the blink of an eye amidst congratulatory kisses, unending interviews, and the grandest, finest dinner he's never had to pay for. But now Charles is sitting on the edge of his bed, trying to tie his nicest shoes for the afterparty, with the utmost certainty his eyes will burn out of his skull if he glances at the lit-up screen of his phone. No use putting it on Do Not Disturb, chucking it across the room, opening and closing the calculator app like a mad tiger pacing inside a circus trailer... the notification taunts him; three missed calls from you, and two voicemails he will never, ever open.

At least never ever sober.

He barely even remembers the exact words he used in that voicemail. Maybe it wasn't that bad, maybe there's still room to save face, salvage his ego. Pass it off as mere gratitude from a friend to a friend. He didn't say I love you, after all—right? Could he have?

The electric chime of his doorbell snaps him out of his reverie. Surely the taxi. It's a long way down to the first floor—dammit, Charles, who even needs a house with this many stairs?—and he's a little flushed by the time he rushes out the front door to the iron gate, distracted enough to forget to check the security cameras.

A gust of wind picks up just as he opens the gate... and stops dead in his tracks. You're only wearing a frilly summer dress, of course the night chill would make you shiver... you? At his doorstep?

You look up at him, all parted lips and disheveled hair in the night, and he swears your eyes light up the tranquil street a thousand times more than the car lights in the distance. He takes you in, you, you! So splendid and breathless like a comet made woman—your suitcase in your hand, the French taxi driving off behind, and he pieces it all together.

"Y/N...?"

"You had something to tell me," is all you answer, your face pure, gleaming, like the trophy he kissed facing the sea.

[akascow]

i keep thinking about the end of this post i made lmfao:

"i like that in the last battle he just accepts it: realizes hes in the same position as future jayce, but just closes his eyes... he knew the only way to get through to viktor wasnt through fighting, but talking. which has been the basis of both of their worldviews for the whole show,, which is WHY IT WORKED"

bc wow i kinda cooked with that one HAHA

(also it like totally relates to the act3 message about how killing is a cycle and the only way to stop the killing is to literally Stop The Killing lmao)

but like, to elaborate on it i just think its so significant given that jayce and viktor were always opposed to killing others or using hextech against ppl less equipped:

-jayce's anti shimmer plan crumbles the second he accidentally kills a zaunite child.

-viktor adamantly opposes the idea of building weapons the entire first season because theyre scientists, not soldiers.

-jayce throws up and almost has a panic attack seeing a bunch of enforcers stain the bridge with blood after the firelight bombs.

-viktor abandons his whole hexcore idea the moment sky dies from it, begging jayce to destroy it

-jayce completely disagrees in the use of hextech weapons even after viktor dies from the attack on the council

their goal was always to use hextech to help, not hurt.

and yes they do stray from that ideology a couple times bc of like,, moments of weakness or wtvr lol:

viktor in his Machine Herald basically killing the body and leaving the soul of everyone who joins his cult i mean harem i mean community,, ((although im pretty certain the hexcore was kinda like a virus- influencing his actions with the main goal of spreading,, and i truly believe he genuinely thought he was helping people and not like, literally killing them lol))

and jayce making some weapons for the strike team later, but you can see hes clearly distraught from breaking another promise to viktor (his wound literally reopens as a metaphor lmao)

and they try to fight each other in order to share their disagreement of the other's actions, viktor tries to make jayce see his vision, doesnt work, he tries to choke him to death. jayce tries to make viktor see that what hes doing is wrong, doesnt work, he blasts vik's puppets with his hammer lmao.

but what does work ? putting down the weapons. in the end they accomplish the mutual goal without violence. mainly because they literally cannot bring themselves to kill the other but

they never really wanted to fight, no less kill, each other in the first place. because they shared that mutual worldview, they were never in favor of violence against their enemies. both of them even show regret while trying to kill each other too. jayce's anomaly screaming trying to pull away from blasting viktor in the chest, and viktor failing to persuade jayce to his side, voicing his apology before attempting to kill him.

jayce gets to the tower and sees hes in the same position as his future self. realizing he cant beat viktor like this, and everything he saw in the future timeline is inevitable, he closes his eyes, tired from fighting. but what does viktor do? does he kill him? turn him into a puppet like the others? no, viktor lets him into his world, letting him see what he sees.

viktor shares his motivation, humanity's weaknesses causes senseless war. but instead of arguing at that, jayce just talks to him, sharing his words of affection. yes humaity has weakness, but what viktor always viewed as weakness is actually what makes people admirable. and jayce hugs him, he shows viktor the truth of what is to come continuing this path, letting viktor know what he knows.

and thats how viktor breaks free. with a hug. practically the exact opposite of violence.

and again, they fix their mistake together, holding hands and embracing each other, sharing that pain and guilt of the fact that they did hurt people, and choosing to take themselves out in pursuit of correcting that mistake.

...and isnt that just beautiful HAHA

[chair002]

Loving the Mapicc & Hannah friendship for many reasons, but as overused as the wording 'the only one who understands' is, Mapicc understands Hannah's need to be on this team perfectly and questions her the least out of all of them (well at least now), because he too, in a way, was ditched. In a less dramatic and less painful way, but the Empire being absent this season influences a lot of his actions. Unlike Bacon they're still technically teamed and not actively antagonizing him or whatever, but that's where another part of his relating to Hannah comes from. Mapicc cannot retaliate against Empire for ditching him. They're not there physically to be retaliated against, just like Leo. When Leo banned himself Hannah still cared for him, but she was understandably really upset. She tried to make him care. In her Christmas VOD (i think that's the one but im not sure) where Leo comes back for a short time, she tries to make him jealous by bringing up CFG. I have new teammates, she says, and they're not you, and she hopes it hurts him. She also adds that maybe, if Leo reconsiders his actions, she might team with him again. She clearly wants to make him care, to be impacted by what she says, and that is her revenge for him hurting her. But the thing is, Leo doesn't reconsider and he doesn't care. Just like the Empire, he's not physically there on the server and therefore cannot be retaliated against in any way.

So both Mapicc and Hannah are stuck in this weird situation where even if they're the best teammate ever - they grind their team hearts, gear, they do whatever they can to keep these people, try to make them care - they just cannot be kept, and it's neither of their faults. They just get ditched.

But with Bacon, it's different, because Bacon cares. He's there, and you can punch him. You can kill him. Mapicc is a person who shows a great deal of his affection towards loved ones with actions, sometimes violent ones. He understands that unlike Leo, and unlike the Empire too, you can retaliate against Bacon and he will care. So that's why he proposes that Hannah bans him. HANNAH CAN GET HIM BACK THROUGH ACTIONS. Hannah is mad, at Bacon and at Leo, like he is mad at the Empire, but she can *do* something about it! Take that energy and beat that asshole to death with hammers!! He's the first one to immediately encourage her to take the chance. At first, in this clip, she refuses. But by the end of the stream she's fully on board with this 'beat sense into him' plan.

Unlike Zam and Derap, Mapicc understands where Hannah is coming from and why she is on this team. Why it's important to be able to fight back when someone leaves you.

[t0asty1-but-horny]

GUYS. what do we think about you and sero cutting out hearts from pieces of pink paper and writing insults on them with little hearts doodled all over and then giving them to eachother as an inside joke. sero discreetly slides a pink heart with "you're so stupid you couldn't find yourself in a mirror" and a kissy face doodle scribbled on it and slides it onto your desk during class while looking at anything that isn't you and you cover your mouth to stifle a giggle when you read it. during training you walk up to sero and slam a pink paper heart into his hands that you wrote "im going to beat you to death with hammers" on followed by a doodle of a smiley face and a hammer and then you walk away. he physically can't hide his smile when he reads it. you both keep a pile of every heart insult note you received from the other in one of the drawers in your rooms.

[giga-queen]

on yt: ohhh ill talk about it eventually!! haha. just wait for the lore video. i just havent talked about it yet ill get to it eventually. no i havent designed them yet but ill post it when i do! yeah haha ill get around to it eventually. Heres a small detail id like to share btw :)

on tumblr: heres a 1k word long post where i talk about one specific detail. and heres art and references i just made. and a sneak peek of a video ive been working on. and heres another 2k words of me talking about this au that i havent talked about anywhere else and also im beating rodger to death with hammers. someone asks me about tos!astro's favorite food and i respond with a 12 page long essay about how his love for watermelon affects his relationship with his creators

on tiktok: [crickets becausei do jack shit there except post videos when i remember to do that]

[drawingcrunch]

PRIME ASSET OC!

Her names Chef Écorché :3 my big ol serial cannibal uhh her whole thing is quite obviously that shes 1- almost entirely flayed ah haha funny name and 2- evil chef oohh ooh scary! little summary of her lore:

She grew up on a farm, and she grew up in a nasty family. So, long story short, she killed and fed her dad to pigs, which led to a string of murderous and often cannibalistic crimes. She loves her animals, especially her pigs, and usually sought out people who mistreated animals so she could completely brutalise them. That attracted the attention of the Murkoff Corporation, who experimented on her in the same way they experimented on the big grunts but with a much better hormone therapy leading to her suffering almost no loss in her intellect. They struggled to control her and saw the potential she had so naturally she was perfect prime asset material. Now she’s a big old sadistic cannibal who sniffs people down, beats them to death with a giant fuck-off hammer, and then cooks and eats them. But she’s actually really nice apart from that, trust me. also im not very good at drawing weapons so to clarify its meant to be a big meat tenderizer ❤ i love her if anybody wants to ask anything about her PLEASE do i crave questions

[aesthetic-uni]

Okay Arcane Season 2 Final reaction -Episode 7

I am freaking the FUCK out

In case anyone is wondering, Jinx is my favorite, I want happiness for her, don’t get me wrong I love all the others but if she’s not happy by the end of this you won’t ever see me again

Opening vinyl-I literally stopped breathing ID THAT EKKO AND JINX AGSJRBLDJ?!?!

My king Ekko, where have you been all this time. Please come home we miss you

EKKO?! And is that little drawing Jinx??

OH ALTERNATE UNIVERSE TIME BABEY so many fanfics are going to go off this I can tell

EKKO!! He looks so handsome and alive!!! (My hopes for these characters ARE VERY LOW AS YOU CAN TELL)

Jinx looks so cute!!!

BENZO!! Oh my fucking god is this going to be a Happy Universe that NONE OF THEM ARE GOING TO GET?! I’m going to throw myself off a cliff.

Oh my god no one ever address Ekko’s trauma with Benzo I’m so glad they’re doing it THAT WAS HIS DAD!!

This is cruel. This is just cruel how DARE they give us a happy au

No Netflix I will not skip the intro fuck off

AAAAW EKKO NOO SEEING EVERYTHING THAT COULD HAVE BEEN

God Jinx looks SO CUTE I need so much fanart of her

Ps I know this is technically Powder, I’m too lazy to constantly switch names so Jinx

Also does she have a pink streak in her hair? I don’t like the implications of that

Aaaaaw they’re partners :((((

MYLO AND CLAGGOR HOW FUCKING DARE YOU HOW DARE YOU HOW DARE YOU OH FUCK OH GOD

Wait omg “Trouble in paradise” TIMEBOMB?!

I have gotten through THREE MINUTES OF THIS SHOW

Oh that cute Jinxer is here woo! Lmao Mylo is so real.

Aaaw Claggor he’s trying to help the city and he cares about his little sister AND HOW FUCKING DARE YOU ARCANE

AAAW JINX TRYING TO HELP MYLO FUCKING HELL ARCANE

“WHAT WOULD THEY DO WITHOUT YOU” JESUS CHRIST ARCANE

Okay this isn’t funny anymore where’s Vi

Okay but is it OUR professor?! (I can’t spell his name)

IT IS!!

Okay but WHY what’s happening with Jayce?!

VI VI VI VI VI

OH NO JAYCE WHY CANT HE BE HAPPY TOO?!

Ooooh his HAMMER is why he got sent to the apocalypse au huh

Is that evil Viktor. Is that the Machine Herald? IS IT TIME FOR GLORIOUS EVOLUTION?!

Wow I was just joking with the apocalypse au but it really was it huh?

Aw I like that Jinx kept her workshop

Is that a heart. Around a picture of them. IS TIMEBOMB ACTUALLY CANON IN THIS UNIVERSE?!

Wait, is this THEIR WORKSHOP?!

FUCK I KNEW VI WAS GOING TO BE DEAD GOD DAMN IT

Oh this isn’t happy at all :(

OH FUCK THIS ISNT HAPPY AT ALL

WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SHOW ME THAT HOLY HELL?! OH MY GOD THERE WAS NO REASON FOR SHOWING ME THAT

Way to hammer it in Arcane for no fucking reason other than MAKING ME CRY YOU PIECE OF SHIT. LIKE I GOT IT. VI IS DEAD IN THAT UNIVERSE. DIDNT NEED TO SHOW ME HER SIBLINGS REACTING TO HER DEATH

GLORIOUS EVOLUTION HORROR

Oh god not doomed Timebomb IN THE FUCKING HAPPY AU

Poor Jayce just has to fucking go through it huh

Wow that is an understatement.

Okay but MelJayVik crumbs ILL TAKE IT

YEAH THE PERSEVERE JAYCE!!!!

NO STOP MAKING ME CRY WITH THE HAPPY AU

There’s not much I can say with Jayce other than holy fuck this poor man

God they could have been partners. They could have been the brightest minds in all of Zaun. They could have been HAPPY. I fucking hate this show why would you show me this. I’m never going to recover

HE BROKE TIME BABY!!! FOUR SECONDS BACKWARDS LETS GOOOO

God they are so in love. God this is going to kill me

Oh my god the fanartists and editors are going to MURDER me with the “Do you think we together in every universe” trend aren’t they?

SILCO?! ZAUNDADS CANON?!

Ekko hold on. EKKO HOLD ON.

Oh my god this reference to season 1 episode 4 how fucking dare you

HOW DARE YOU MAKE TIMEBOMB CANON LIKE THIS?! AURRRGGGHHHH

Ripping my hair out. Clawing my eyes out. Beating my chest until it caves in. This is everything I could ever want. HOW. DARE. YOU.

I love them. I love them so much. Why would you do this to me.

IM GOING TO BE FUCKING SICK

[peachyfnaf]

me: aw man this persons art is so cool and so impressive!! and from what i've seen they're really nice and funny, they also just said they'd be fine with people reaching out to be friends, so maybe i can-

my anxiety, grabbing me like im a squeaky toy: if you so much as send them an ask off anon they are going to beat you to death with hammers

[chrysalispilled]

speedrunning through sickness to get this out because im petty and want to beat anyone posting her x moana fics. Just because. Go look at the art book the bird was supposed to be in the show (source: trust)

“What a… Curious little lady.” Matangi mused as she took a step closer to the unconscious beast below her. Both women were only illuminated by a faint beam of moonlight through the ceiling, and even with the low light, the girl was glaringly pale- Almost sickly. Matangi would be worried for her health if it weren’t for the way her arms faded into wings just above her elbows. That was far more concerning.

Dozens, if not hundreds of fruit bats hung from the stone ceilings, a majority of them watching the odd meeting unfold. Quiet chirps echo through the clam’s main chamber. Matangi was usually just thrown scraps by Nalo, kept on the precipice of life and death, a miserable existence even for a demigoddess. If it weren’t for her flying friends, the loneliness would be the worst part, but it still got to her.

“Must’ve been caught in a storm,” She says to no one in particular before crouching down over the bird girl. She reaches out, lifting one of the feathers out at arm’s reach. Her gaze sharpens and her hand drifts further up the other woman’s arm. A bat squeaks in the distance, and they begin flapping their wings in waves. Matangi shoots up and spins around to see a dozen of them crowded around something small and white on the floor. She rushes over in a puff of dark mist, appearing right beside the small, wounded bird. Crouching down to lift it, her expression of indifferent curiosity twists with a hint of empathy. Her thumbs gingerly brush across its neck, its heart hammering in her palms. At least it’s alive.

“This one too?” One of the bats nods in response. “What a shame.”

There’s a gasp behind her, a sharp sound that’s shortly followed by coughing. Matangi is there in a flash, quite literally, and a few of the flying foxes tail behind her. She hands off the bird into the wings of Peka and two of the other bats who cradle it like one of their own. The bird girl writhes on the floor, and she rolls onto her stomach before finally letting her eyes open. Her chest heaves with each regained breath, and she holds herself up by her thickly feathered forearms. Matangi steps closer to lean right over her, the goddess’s head tilted with a smile on her face.

“Good morning!” Matangi exclaims just as the creature catches sight of her dress beside her. The girl shrieks, scrambling some but just falling flat on her face, causing the goddess to wince playfully. Unfortunately, her left shoulder seems to be injured as she groans when it touches the ground, something that actually worries Matangi. Her nervous sound causes many of the bats to awaken, a few dozen of them fluttering from their resting place and flying in a daunting circle above the women.

“Lemme guess, you were gliding to an island and got swept up by a big, scary storm,” Matangi’s voice is brimming with excitement, she’s a women who’s been trapped alone after all. The bird girl rolls back to her side and moves to sit up. A clawed hand pushes her curly hair back, revealing bright gold eyes and a round face. Their eye contact is met with an unnerving smile from the demigod. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The creature is pulled out of her deer-like trance by a fruit bat swooping down to inspect her hair. She squeaks and shuffles to finally stand, her own dress sweeping the sandy floor. “What the- What was that?! Who even are you?” Her panicked questions are just met with a chuckle, but she has no time to dwell on that as she glances up to see the flock of bats above her. With her back turned, Matangi appears right behind her, hands just about to grab her wings.

“I run the place,” She draws out her words, a fruitless effort to keep another laugh out. Her hands falter, though… This is the first other being that she’s seen in centuries, other than Nalo and a few of his minions, that is. She wants to tease her, but she wants to make this last. So, in another burst of smoke, she appears in front of the bird girl with her hands clasped. “And who are you to show up unannounced?”

The other woman jumps at the magic, and many of the feathers on her arms bristle with fear. Her nose is strangely dark, like the material of a true bird’s beak, a few feathers are even hidden within her curls. Matangi is notably taller than her, but it’s not a surprise.

“Neresi, my name is Neresi,” She gets quieter for just a moment. When she looks up, a majority of the bats are back in their resting places.

“How cute!” When Neresi looks back, Matangi finally strikes, sort of. Her hands fly out to the bird’s arms, holding right where white feathers begin to grow over pale skin. There’s a faint flush on Neresi’s face, the slight pink looking almost alien against her pale skin. She’s not hiding that easily. Matangi pulls Neresi closer, grinning like a madwoman. “So, was I right? Were you caught in a storm?”

“Yes, I think- But I don’t see how that’s important!” Neresi’s last word is accented with a squeak as she’s spun around by Matangi. The goddess points over her shoulder, down to the fruit bats on the ground. The tern they held has slowly woken up, but it clearly isn’t doing well.

“That’s why.” Matangi releases Neresi to reach down for the bird, and her face twists with the faintest hint of pity at the sight of their reconnection. The tern chirps quietly when lifted by her, finally shifting slightly.

“Oh, no, no, no-“ She knows it’s alive, she can feel its small heartbeat, but she’s still petrified. Neresi glances back to the goddess over her shoulder, nervously weighing the idea of trusting her. Another peep from the bird solidifies her choice. “Did you see any more?” She asks suddenly.

Matangi’s eyes widened for a moment, she clearly expected fear or defiance, not that. She simply shrugs, “None in here, no.”

Neresi seems to deflate, a weak sigh escaping her as she holds the bird closer. She can only hope the rest are safe. Keeping her head low as Matangi tries to sneak to her left side, she barks out a command right when the taller woman tries to speak. “I answered your question, now answer mine.”

“And that was?” Matangi leans in a bit, relishing in her new guest’s spirit.

Neresi scowls; she’s hurt, she’s tired, and she’s only putting up with Matangi because she spared her. “Your name.”

The goddess hums and leans back, pretending to muse over what she forgot as she crosses her arms. “Matangi.” She looks down with a sharp smile, her full hair falling over her shoulder. Neresi’s expression softens, but she’s quick to put her defenses back up when Matangi shifts back to her sly excitement. “So, Kurangaituku? Right? I thought you all stayed on your islands.”

The bird girl freezes, no one ever knew the name of her kind. She wasn’t entirely one, but rather a demigod, one of about a dozen. Stepping off with a pout, she nods, but even then her path is blocked by the flying foxes who held her bird friend.

“You can’t get out by foot, hon,” Matangi follows behind her, her face unreadable. Neresi couldn’t fly out either, but she’d save that news for later. The bats take off, circling her like crows as they try to get close to the small tern. “And your shoulder, must’ve been quite the fall.”

“I’m fine,” Neresi’s response is sharp, but she’s a horrible liar. “I just… I’ll just find somewhere to sit-“ She stops walking for a moment, letting the bats around her disperse, “Away from them.”

“What about me?” Matangi teases, stepping around Neresi with a smile back on her face. She walks backwards for a few steps, her cape opening more when she gestures to herself.

Neresi tries to stay quiet, her focus on the bird in her hands and the sprawling cave before her. She can’t deny how she feels, though. There’s someone stuck here with her, that someone is as pretty as she is interesting, and that someone hasn’t tried to kill her. Her standards were low, but that was common for anything inhuman.

“You… You’re fine. You can stay.”

I will write more for them buuuuut i just like writing first meetings for my ships, and if anything further writing will just be exploring their dynamic :3

They get. 500 years together before the events of the movie.