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[i-will-physically-fight-you]

Tangle up the True and the Fable Fic

Title: Tangle up the True and the Fable Pairings: Janus & Patton (Paternal Mociet) Summary: Janus groaned when he saw the small figure creeping along the fringes of his castle walls. Not another one, it'd be the second time this month. // Or in which, Janus is tired of the so-called gods sending teenagers and children to fight their own battles. Word-Count: 1.9k Warnings: Fantasy AU, Magic, Anger, Hurt/Comfort, Crying, All of the Sides are Present (the other four just play minor roles in this) AO3 LINK Hello this was written for the @tss-camp-and-coffee's Camp Cartoon event for @dndeceit. Their prompt was: "Fantasy AU - young hero winds up being adopted by the dark lord they're meant to defeat." It should come to no surprise to anyone that has read my fics that I immediately snatched this one up, lol I also took inspiration from this tumblr post, which I've been saving in my tumblr drafts as inspo for years now.

Janus groaned when he saw the small figure creeping along the fringes of his castle walls. Not another one. 

“This is the second one this month.” Logan commented out loud, standing beside him to view their intruder. The teenager’s hand rested on his chin contemplatively, “Do you think you’ll be able to reason with this one without violence?”

“Oh, like the way I was able to reason with you?” Janus asked, raising an eyebrow. “I seem to recall a certain someone greeting me with a knife to the chest in lieu of pleasantries.” 

“At the time, the element of surprise had been the most logical course of action,” Logan refuted, as he always did when this topic was broached, “I know better now.”

A flash of blue emanated from their intruder. Janus frowned as he felt their magic clumsily poke and prod at his wards’ defenses. With a flick of his hand, he acquiesced to its brash, abrasive demands. 

The figure hopped backwards a bit, as if startled their spell had worked. Slowly, hesitatingly, they stepped through the broken ward. 

“Logan,” Janus said, adjusting his gloves, “can you let the others know we have a guest?”

Logan nodded, “Of course. I will also prepare a room for them.”

“Good.” Janus said, before hopping out of the window. For a moment, he was weightless before he shifted, twisted into a form suitable for the air. With a few flaps of his wings, he landed with ease in front of their intruder.

He snorted a bit, smoke trailing out of his nostrils like tendrils. Their little intruder gaped up at him. They were indeed little–even in Janus’s humanoid form, this one would barely reach his chest. Their armor was ill-fitting, meant to fill out a person with adult proportions. It was hastily modified with belts to keep it from slipping off their frame.

Janus held back a snarl at the sight of it. Sending teenagers to fight their own battles was pathetic and cowardly; but a child? Would the next one be a toddler? 

“Dragon!” The little intruder called out, “I–I’ve come to fight you.”

Janus tilted his head. With a twist and a shift, he shredded his scales for his humanoid form once more. “Brave one, are we? What do you plan to accomplish by fighting me?”

The child’s hand gripped the hilt of his sword. “You’re an evil dragon–I have to fight you and–and–”

“And what?” Janus pressed.

“Kill you.” The child admitted, their own face twisted up at the thought of it.

“Have you ever killed a person before?”

“Never! Killing is bad, b-but you’re evil so I ha-ha-have to–” The child broke into a sob. 

“Young one, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Janus said. 

The child shook their head. With one heaving, gulping breath, they pulled out their sword out of its hilt and charged towards him. The sword glowed blue, enhanced by their magic. Janus sidestepped the first strike, then the second and the third.

The sword nicked him on the fourth hit, barely a scratch given his accelerated healing. Impressively, the swings of the sword were quick, unnaturally so, but still not enough.

The fight, if one could call it a fight, did not last long.

The child collapsed of their own volition, the sword falling out of their grasp with a clatter. Its blue glow spluttered before fading with a pop . Magic depletion. The child’s magic was rough and unrefined–it lacked the necessary control to keep spells from burning exorbitant amounts of energy.

The young one coughed, their skin clammy with sweat. Janus smelled blood before he saw it seeping out of the side of their mouth. But instead of being a crimson red, it was gold.

A godling, one of their own young.

“Shh,” Janus murmured as he approached the now-sobbing child, “You’ve been so brave and I’m proud of you. But that’s enough now. It was cruel of them to make you fight me–you never could have won. It’s not your fault.”

His gentle words and calm composure betrayed none of the roiling anger beneath it all. Anger not at the child, but at the so-called gods who continually sent teenagers and now a child (one of their own, even) to fight their own battles.

He leaned downwards and gathered the child into his arms with ease. The young one went painfully still, their eyes tightened shut as if expecting the worse. Janus’s fury only ever deepened.

‘Focus.’ He reminded himself. He had more pressing matters that required his immediate attention, such as keeping a child from fainting from magic depletion. Already the young one’s magic instinctively clawed at his own, begging for nourishment. 

He hummed, concentrating. He had to be cautious with how much he gave to the child–too much and it would only exacerbate the problem. Carefully, he allowed a sliver of his magic to be absorbed, enough to bring some color to the child’s cheeks.

The child sniffled, their eyes slowly opening up with a spark of realization.

“You’re not going to…kill me?”

“I don’t kill children.”

“B–but you killed all the other heroes.”

“Ah, is that so?” Janus asked with a tsk. Of course that was the lies they fed to the little godling. He opened his mouth to speak further, when enraged shrieks echoed from behind them. 

He did not need to turn around to know there was a rabble of teenagers spilling out of the castle.

“No fair! I want to be the first–”

“Well too slow, bro!”

“Guys, you’re going to scare them–”

“Virgil is right, while I understand you two are excited, it is best we do not crowd and overwhelm our guest.” 

The child peered over Janus’s shoulder, their fingers digging into Janus’s shoulder to get a better view of the disorderly entourage. No doubt Remus and Roman were leading the way, pushing and tripping up one another in an arbitrary race to be first to the scene. Virgil was most likely a step behind, a protective shadow since he arrived earlier this month. Logan would not be not far off, walking at a more measurable pace. 

“As you can see, they’re very dead. Not at all alive and eating me out of my house and home.”

The child kept staring.

“Would you like to meet them? I can send them away if you are uncomfortable with meeting them.”

“But…why?”

“Why what, young one?”

“You’re–you’re supposed to be evil. My dad said so. But–” The child sunk their teeth into their lip, “You seem nice. Your words taste true.”

Taste true? Oh, interesting. Did this godling possess the ability to sense the truth behind one’s words? 

One of Janus’s ears twitched as the noise behind them quieted. It seemed Logan and Virgil had managed to persuade the twins into waiting until Janus gave them permission to approach. 

“Was your dad the one who sent you to me?”

The child nodded, words getting tangled in their throat. Their magic cried out in their stead, blasting Janus with an onslaught of visages. Of a sword pressed into too-small hands, their fingers forcibly curled around it by larger uncaring ones. Of a young voice bounding themself to a pledge, awkwardly repeating the words of a booming distant voice. Of a child meandering and stumbling through the wilderness, scarcely surviving off berries and stale bread. 

It seemed Janus was not the only one blasted with the psionic outburst. There was a murmured outburst from the teenagers. Their voices kept hushed but still too loud for an attempt at discrepancy. 

He kept his attention on the godling.

“Young one, do you understand what a pledge is?”

“Yes–it’s an important promise. Like a pinky promise.”

“Exactly like a pinky promise.” Janus smiled, “What did you pledge to your dad?”

“I had to kill the evil dragon, in order to keep everyone safe and happy,” The child said, “Dad is always really busy but he said if I–I did it, I’d prove myself to him and he’d let me live with him.”

Janus doubted he could explain to the godling how subjective the concepts of good and evil were. Much less, that love is something freely given and not earned. But he could begin with tearing away the putrid pledge held sway of the godling.

‘There is no evil dragon in this land, only a dragon who is neither wholly good nor evil. Thus, this pledge is invalid and void.’ The fibers of the pledge tore apart, disintegrating. 

There were many reasons why the gods feared him and this was one of them. Their magic came from mortals’ belief. An acknowledgement in the idea the gods were almighty and powerful. More than that, through this belief they siphoned mortals’ own magic and took it for their own. This was why so few mortal mages existed. 

But from a young age, Janus had not given them such acknowledgement. His magic grew untampered and untainted by their influence. For a long, long time, the gods had not known. Why would they take notice of a mere mortal who pretended to be faithful? It wasn’t until he started making more unsubtle moves that they took a more offensive approach. A cowardly, despicable approach to be precise.

The godling relaxed in his embrace, the weight of the pledge leaving their body. He wasn’t sure if they knew what he’d done, nor was he sure if he could begin to explain why he’d done it.

“Young one, I will pledge to you that I will not intentionally harm you as long as you are with me. And if I do so, then I will suffer your decided consequences.”

They squinted their eyes up at him, “You’ll feel…really sad!”

“Really sad?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. I will agree to those terms,” Janus said, “I, Janus, pledge to abide to the aforementioned promise to you–”

“Patton.” The child provided helpfully.

“To you, Patton. Should I break it, I will be split asunder with the consequences of feeling really sad about it.” Janus said, finishing it off with a dramatic hand over his forehead.

Patton giggled, the child’s tears drying up.

“You mean it…you really mean it!” Patton exclaimed, giddiness floating off the child. Literally. Janus could feel it try and squeeze itself around his chest cavity. “You really are a nice dragon!”

“I am kind to those who are reciprocal of such kindness,” Janus said, mindful of his phrasing. He did not know how much Patton could sense truth behind words, and he did not want to break this tentative trust so soon. 

The hushed murmurs behind them were only increasing in volume. Janus chuckled under his breath. 

“Now, would you be up for making some new friends? They’ve been very patient and are excited to meet you. But you do not have to meet them if you do not wish to do so.”

Janus followed Patton’s gaze, finally acknowledging the others for the first time. Remus gave them an enthusiastic wave as he laid on top of Roman, who apparently lost the race. Virgil held up a hesitant hand, his wings pressed tight together to appear smaller. Logan stood by him, his eyes bright with curiosity.

“I want to meet them.” Patton tugged on Janus’s cloak, insistently. A yearning ache gnawed at Janus’s bones, slipping through his defenses with its fierce desperation.

Janus smiled, ignoring the way it threatened to grow taunt with a snarl. The gods were going to die a slow, agonizing death once Janus was finished with them. But that would be saved for another time.

Right now, the most important thing was ensuring Patton felt safe and protected within his castle walls.

[rythyme]

yeah, ming has a lot of red flag qualities but we also get to see the motivation and nuance behind it so while it's a toxic relationship it's still— JESUS FUCK

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I'm finally playing the original Fossil Fighters and in the first 10 minutes of the game an npc crashes into your character and knocks you over. However, this game was apparently made on a budget of about $15, and 14 of that went into the dinosaurs, so there's no animation for your character falling over. Instead, they just took the model, spun it around once, and then had it tilt 90 degrees to the side. And when your character gets up, the model just tilts back up. Not once did it change from the default standing pose. This is the greatest game ever made.

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Obtained a rental car and I am terrified. I'm inching through residential streets 5-10 miles under the speed limit like my vehicle is made of glass. Everyone else on the road wants to kill me

[dawnyossarian]

Hudutsuz Sevda | Episode 20

Did you defend your homeland?

[hauntedfalcon]

have this some of the time

4200 smutty, smutty words of the wizards Sky, Silver, and Sworn getting it on after the successful rescue of the garrison at Abassin, when everybody lives and everything is fine. please mind the tags.

She made certain there was no edge, confrontation, or rank in her tone. Only honest curiosity and the respect that came of saving each other’s lives multiple times. “Is any of this a problem for you, Wizard Sworn?” Sworn blinked, and took his eyes off Silver long enough to let her see his solemnity. “No, Captain.” “Good. Can we talk out loud? I’m so tired. Transparency, please.” Silver’s hand moved to the base of Suvi’s neck. “I was just telling him that being able to recognize greatness, and choosing well who to follow, is a skill unto itself.” He brushed his thumb over the skin above her collar to make it clear that he meant Suvi. Suvi felt a shiver coming on, and did nothing to stop it. She watched color rise in Sworn’s wan cheeks. Oh. Yes, she wanted this.

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So...I don't know. It's not as if other social media sites (X, Facebook, etc.) haven't done harm, and it's not like huge media giants like Google haven't caused possibly irreparable damage to how things work now, but...I just distinctly remember a pre-tiktok, pre-covid world and things legitimately weren't as bad online then as they are now. Tiktok actually feels uniquely bad. The change happened so rapidly, too. At what point do we decide that a product causes enough visible harm that it needs to be removed? Because that's what tiktok is, at the end of the day. It's a product. We don't have the same clear measurement as we do with, say, lead paint on children's toys, but idk idk idk...

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