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thosewickedlovelies · 6 months

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Conversation Pit | Dieter Bravo x afab!Reader

Rating: E for Explicit

Summary: You’re viewing a mansion with Dieter, and it has a conversation pit. Does he have the discipline to keep his hands to himself?

Tags: friends with benefits, SMUT: Dieter’s favorite dom appears 👀 could it be someone we know?; mmf threesome, piv sex, semipublic sex but don’t worry, edging (m receiving), references to sex work

Word count: 4,112

Note: Listen. This fic was supposed to be conversation pit fucking and then it evolved into something else. I did not do her justice. I’ll come back to you baby.

This is the same universe as Coping Mechanisms. There's no plot connecting the two fics, but I recommend reading it if you want more sexy Dieter smut 😏😌

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“It feels like a little much,” you say. Your neck aches from craning to look up at the many elevated features of this house. Or rather, this mansion. The sprawling, avant-garde chandelier in the foyer. The ocean-themed mosaics undulating across the domed ceiling of a bathroom. An enormous space lined with hanging walkways and tunnels and little nesting spots, for who knows how many cats.

This latest hallway is nice, though. Rustic wood beams pass overhead at a more average height, providing a sort of cozy, normal feeling for the first time since you entered. Here’s hoping they lead to a similar design style in the next room.

“I dunno, I kinda like it.” Dieter slings an arm around your shoulders. “Lots of walls to paint, you know? I could make it my own.”

“True,” you concede. “There are way more rooms than I was expecting, though. Like maybe more than even you could paint on your own.”

“You’re right about the rooms, actually.” The realtor gives you an sheepish smile over his shoulder. “The owner’s kind of a character- it took some real convincing to get them to send us any pictures at all, so they missed a few things. But they left the house in great shape, right?” He beams winningly.

This realtor has shown you and Dieter a few houses by now. He’s pretty okay for a chummy salesman type. His methods at least included giving you space to think and discuss, which you appreciate.

Not that discussion between you and Dieter was really necessary. He was the one buying a mansion, not you. He just wanted you here for impulse control, and a second opinion. “I trust your judgment,” he’d insisted.

A lopsided smirk overtook his face. “Even with your choice of fuckbuddy.”

You’d rolled your eyes. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

Dieter had shrugged. “Fuckbuddies, friends with benefits, booty calls. We know what we are.”

“Coping mechanisms?” you added drily.

He’d given you a wounded look- always so effective with those big brown eyes of his. “We can be friends and coping mechanisms.”

You’d laughed at that, and now here you were, touring the quirkiest LA mansion you’d yet seen together this week. Or maybe offbeat was a better word. You didn’t really have any idea how to describe these places. Homes, but also playgrounds of the rich and famous. They’d do the place up how they wanted (or how some expensive designer wanted) and then left the next person to clean up the mess- to paper over whatever was now deemed- *shudder*- out of fashion.

Or to paint over, you muse, thinking of Dieter’s impromptu artistic urges.

“Now, you may think you’ve seen the showstoppers of this house, but this next room might just make you reconsider.” Standing before a door at the end of the hall, the realtor pushes it open and stands aside with a flourish.

Your mouth drops open.

It didn’t just open up, as the rest of the house seemed to. This room also opens down. The beautiful wood beams do continue overhead, and the entire back wall is windowed, making the space feel both grand and homey at once. Bright sunshine streams in. The glass wall looks out over the backyard, which is less of a backyard than an entire valley, wild and forested, without a trace of the other mansions you’ve been informed are tucked into the hill. On the left wall of the room rises a stone brick fireplace; on the right wall, tall bookshelves. The sandy carpet underfoot looks thick and cozy.

And in the dead center of the room: a conversation pit.

Your mouth falls open again.

Is that even what it’s called? The word has a strange texture in your mind. Yes, a conversation pit; that architectural relic of the 70s. A great round depression, a huge circular couch set right into the floor.

It’s hideous.

Dieter hurtles through the door, down the short staircase, and bounds right into the pit. “Hey, check this out! A conversation pit, sweets! Have you ever been in a house with one of these?”

The realtor is prattling on about the other features of the room, something about adjustable lighting and special outlets.

“I haven’t.” You approach more slowly. The staircase below the door hugs the wall, presumably so that anyone who falls down it doesn’t carom straight into the pit. The carpeting is so luxurious that you almost feel bad about walking on it with shoes.

You carefully descend the two additional steps down to Dieter’s level. “This feels like a safety hazard.”

“Whaat? No way, it’s so cool! Like we’re in some classy old 70s porno.” In an instant Dieter has whirled to face you, grinning, a wily gleam in his eye.

Your eyes widen with what you hope is a forbidding look. “No, Dieter. Absolutely not.”

The realtor’s cell phone trills, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Excuse me, let me just check this.” He fishes it out and answers, and his eyes light up.

“You guys think about the house, okay? I’ll just be a minute.” The realtor heads back up the stairs. “Heya, Brad. No, no, I’m not busy…” He shuts the door behind him.

Dieter pounces.

“Dieter Bravo, you stay right there-”

The pupil in the eye of the pit is a cushy ottoman, which Dieter leaps over with unexpected grace. Your brain and your feet have different ideas on where to go; instead of fleeing, you stumble backward and fall to your ass on the sofa.

“Tell me you’re thinking what I’m thinking.”

“Dieter-”

“This room would be perfect for sex parties.” He’s practically glowing with excitement. He leers down at you, his shapely mouth turning up suggestively.

“D, that happened one time! And it wasn’t even planned, it was only because everyone drank too much of that Romanian liquor that Alexandra’s mom made her.”

The taste of cherries had haunted you for a month afterward. It was nothing like the syrupy-sweet maraschino flavor that smacked of childhood sundaes and red dye 40. This stuff was as black as the fruit itself and tasted of summer at its height, thick and ripe and heady.

Normally you’re not so keen to head off Dieter’s sex-related whims, but something about this moment, this room, feels different. Like your body can sense how little convincing it would take for you to give in.

Like Dieter can sense it.

“But it could happen again.”

Dieter crouches and pulls on something near the floor, and suddenly your feet are propped several inches higher off the ground. You blink, and in a fluid movement Dieter is kneeling between your legs, at the perfect height to put his mouth to your ear.

“Just imagine. You’re sitting here, just like this. I’m sitting here. Just like this.” His hand trails up your thigh. You swallow.

“The lights are low, low enough to see the stars in the sky outside. Maybe we have some music playing. Lying right there are John and Diana.” Dieter nods to the plush carpet inches from your face. “I know you liked watching them last time.”

As if in a dream, your head turns to look where he indicated. Your face heats furiously at the memory of your two attractive friends, and the heavy glances all four of you had shared that night.

“He’s fucking her, slow and easy. She’s watching us while he does. Maybe she’s telling you to join in- to let me make you feel good, like she’s feeling.”

Dieter’s low, husky voice is a potent aphrodisiac, and so is the picture it paints. The taste of cherries seems to coat your tongue. You fight down a little noise of want in the base of your throat, your body tightening and squirming. Your fingers dig into the couch cushions.

“We can invite Samya and Vish again. And maybe Dani and Riley. They’re so hot.” Dieter sighs, briefly indulging in his own fantasy.

Dieter’s hand has settled into a familiar shape- his thumb resting on your clit, but his fingers curled so the knuckles rest where they would normally slip inside you. Where they’d definitely be able to slide in right now. You can’t decide if you should thank or curse your past self for not wearing a skirt this morning.

“Remember how we could hear everyone? No one was hiding or acting shy, just enjoying themselves. Laughing and moaning…” Dieter’s voice drops to a whisper. “Diana was so wet you could hear it every time John thrust into her.”

His lips brush your ear. “And so were you.”

His teeth graze your neck and you can’t stop your moan. He sucks on the sensitive skin just the way you like, his thumb bearing down, and your head drops back.

The bright blue sky brings you back to your senses.

“Dieter!” You squirm away, gasping for air.

He immediately retreats. He remains kneeling on the foot rest as you pull your legs up and together, attempting to regain some composure.

“I think that courtesan part you played went to your head,” you say shakily.

Dieter’s last role had been a four-episode appearance in a new fantasy period show. He’d played a queen’s favorite courtesan in her harem; but upon hearing inklings of a coup, she’d sent him away, leaving the audience with tantalizing hints that he wasn’t just a mere prostitute. The show’s first season had been a huge success, and though it had been renewed for more, the reappearance of Dieter’s character was still only rumor.

Clearly he had picked up a few things from his character. You send him a half admonishing, half grudgingly impressed look.

Seeing that you’re not truly upset, he relaxes. “You like? There’s more where that came from.” Dieter walks his fingers up your calf. He smiles temptingly, his eyes still blown dark and beguiling.

Huffing incredulously, but unable to resist smiling in turn, you shake your head.

“Ookay. I’m just saying, it sounded like our guy was gonna be a while. Especially if Brad is whose PA I think he is.” Dieter shrugs, the picture of nonchalance. “Wouldn’t hurt to do a little test run.”

“Dieter Bravo, I am not having sex with you in a house we’re viewing.” You laugh, a bit high despite yourself off the endorphins from Dieter’s fantasy.

You turn and rise, making to clamber right over the back of the couch.

Dieter gasps. “Wait!” All trace of seduction is gone from his voice. You only make it halfway out of the pit, your knees where you’d just been sitting and your hands on the floor beyond the back of the couch.

“Babe, this is the position we’ve been trying to find! Look-” He’s hushed but excited. Dieter scrambles up behind you, his hands appearing on either side of your own, his chest flush with your back. One of his knees further compresses the cushion beneath you. When you twist your head to look, you see that his other foot is leveraged on the footrest.

Dieter groans your name, low and pleading. “Tell me you wore these pants for a reason.”

You gasp as his fingers dip beneath the waistband of your pants. LA weather means loose fitting bottoms, and high waistlines mean cinched elastic instead of button clasps. Dieter has no trouble sliding his hand into your pants and cupping your sex in a way that makes your elbows buckle.

“Dieter, we can’t.”

“Please, sweets, I’ll make you feel good- I won’t even come, this one will just be for you,” he promises. “You know I can be quick.” His voice goes velvety and dark with promise- with reminder.

Damn, but you did know. Dieter was a dedicated study; it didn’t take long before he could make you come faster and in more ways than any partner you ever had. The speed came in handy more often than you’d think. The man was insatiable, and his appetite could flare at any random moment- no matter how inopportune.

His persuasions are working. Your cunt throbs to have his hand so close and yet so far away through the barrier of your panties. You’re already wet from his earlier efforts, and the heavy drape of his body over yours brings your desire howling to life again.

“Hmmm?” Dieter traces a light circle around your clit.

You grit your teeth. The realtor could be back at any second.

Dieter flattens his hand over your cunt, rubbing just so.

Your resolves breaks. “Fuck, fine- but quick,” you implore.

“Oh, this is going to take so long,” you assure him. Dieter moans, helpless to your designs, the binds on his wrists holding fast. “What’s wrong, D? You didn’t seem to care about coming earlier.”

“Please, please let me come. I’ve been so good, your pussy feels so fucking good…” Dieter rambles, sobbing, his eyes rolling back in his head as you sink down on him again, achingly slowly, taking him as deep as you can. Dieter tries to help, his hips surging upward like he can’t get far enough inside you. That could well be the case, given that his ankles are tied together as well.

He moans again.

“Mmn, you’re so pretty like this,” you sigh. Dieter’s chestnut locks are tufted from your grasp and dark with sweat at his temples. Red blooms in his cheeks. His lips are kiss-swollen, teeth-bitten from trying and failing to hold back his cries. His body is thick and strong beneath you, and you attempt to spread your thigh still wider, take that little bit more of him inside you.

Dieter makes a choked sound. He turns his head to the side, desperation all over his face.

It’s been hours since Dieter seduced you into coming around his cock in the conversation pit of the house you were viewing. As promised, he’d been quick- you hardly had time to break a sweat before he brought you that familiar hot rush of release. You needn’t have bothered worrying, though. The realtor took so long on his phone call that your panties had nearly dried out again by the time he returned.

But true to his word, Dieter didn’t come, and you’re pretty sure his hard-on hasn’t flagged once since then. Some part of him had been touching you through the entire rest of the house tour that neither of you had realized was still ahead. He was so worked up he’d canceled lunch at his favorite diner, and then looked agonized when he remembered that you hadn’t taken the car with the privacy screen.

You follow his gaze. “What do you say, Ezra? Should we let him come?”

Dieter’s favorite dom is sitting in an armchair off to the side, observing, loosely guiding, your activities and stroking himself with leisurely enjoyment.

Abandoning his own biology temporarily, Ezra approaches the bed. “A hard decision indeed, gem. But in my professional opinion, I believe that you should come once more before we allow dear Dieter the privilege.” Dieter’s eyes are glazed, bleary with desperation. You’d had one orgasm since the start of this session, but another sounded fine to you.

“Should it be on his cock this time?”

“Hmmm. How would you feel about takin’ your pleasure on my cock first? Darlin’ Dieter got to experience it earlier; this time he can only watch, as a consequence of rushing his partner to the end so crudely.”

Surely that’s a little harsh. “Aww, I wouldn’t say it was crude. I did enjoy it,” you coo at Dieter, stroking his face reassuringly. Relief shines in his face, your words like a sunbeam breaking through the gathering clouds of his sudden anxiety.

“Oh, of course. My apologies; it was not my intention to imply otherwise. Nevertheless…” Ezra reaches over your thighs to give Dieter an apologetic stroke; then he runs his broad palms slowly up your body, Dieter’s eyes following like a starving man before a feast. Maybe like one of those ancient myths he's always drawing inspiration from- who was that one guy? Tantalus. Ezra tweaks your nipples and you shiver atop Dieter’s cock.

It had been your idea to text Ezra. On the car ride home, you’d suggesting upping the stakes, since Dieter had been so naughty in the house. He’d essentially already been edging himself since the conversation pit- why not make it a real challenge? (And maybe a little bit of a punishment, for being so cheeky.) Dieter had looked so torn, you might have asked him to choose between microwave chicken nuggets and taquitos for the rest of his life. But in the end Ezra was free, so you invited him over at three o’clock sharp.

Dieter sounds so anguished as you lift yourself off his cock that you think he might actually cry. You click your tongue. “You heard him, D. Consequences.” You lean down to kiss him, giving Ezra space to climb onto Dieter’s legs behind you.

“Stay there a moment, sweet,” Ezra requests.

Your breasts brush Dieter’s chest, and he automatically tries to lift his torso to meet you, forgetting that your hands are holding down his shoulders. He whines.

“Naughty Dieter, always pushing the rules. Trying to fuck me where other people might see.” You nibble at his neck and ear between murmurs. “Now you’re the one who has to watch.”

Your breath hitches as you feel Ezra’s cock notch at your entrance. “There we are, sweets. Sit back for me now, nice and easy.” His hands guide your hips, and you ease backward onto Ezra’s cock. A breathless moan falls free as you sit up, his length thick and full inside you. So joined, you shuffle forward just a bit- until Dieter’s cock rests against your sex. Dieter’s mouth falls open, mesmerized by the sight. He twitches, the movement brushing your clit, and you whimper.

“Mm, I thought you might like this, gem. If it sounds amenable to you, we’re goin’ to use darlin’ Dieter’s cock to make you come like this, slow enough for you to enjoy every second of it, and then, and only then, are we going to let Dieter come.”

It’s delightfully jarring to feel a cock inside you as well as outside against your clit; despite the pleasure winding heavy along your limbs, you manage to answer. “Perfectly amenable.”

Ezra cups his hand over Dieter’s cock and nestles it between your labia, coating it in your arousal and Dieter’s. The velvety ridges of him rub snugly against your clit- especially as Ezra begins to move. He starts gradually, thrusting into you with just enough force that you rock against Dieter’s dick at the same time.

Oh, fuck. This is more stimulation than you usually get via both methods at once- it won’t take long for you to come like this. You moan in approval.

“Does that feel good, gem?” Ezra asks.

His thrusts aren’t forceful. Rather, they’re constant, unceasing strokes along something inside you that makes your vision blur; and all the while he holds Dieter’s cock against your clit like the perfect toy.

“F-f-ffucking incredible,” you stutter. “Keep going, like that.”

Ezra rumbles in approval. Dieter’s eyes are as round as saucers as he watches his dom pleasure you with both their cocks, and he spills out a steady babble of praise. “Oh fuck, you’re so hot, sweets. Look so good like this. Can use my dick whenever you want…” Every muscle in his body jerks and strains, but whether trying to come or in effort to stop himself coming you can’t tell, and you stop trying as Ezra’s movements pour brain-numbing pleasure directly into your skull and down your spine.

You squirm and sob at the onslaught of stimulation. There’s no escape- not that you really want it. You can feel your peak approaching, a tingling creeping up every limb like vines about to fruit.

“Dieter- Ezra-”

“Ah, the end is nigh, is it, sweet? Go on then, let it come- give us everything you got.”

Ezra’s poetry is obliterated by the roaring in your ears. Something breaks open inside you, spilling bliss through every crack and crevice of your body. You quake and keen in Ezra’s arms. For long, long minutes, it feels like it physically rocks you, pleasure pulsing in an endless flood. Distantly you recognize that it’s Ezra’s movement creating the rocking sensation, prolonging your pleasure for as long as he knows you can last. You finally go still only when he does, the rushing pleasure slowing to a trickle.

Sagging into Ezra’s arms, you shudder as the bliss tapers off. As your breathing slows, other sensations come back to you, including that of something clinging to- or maybe dripping from- your thighs. Dieter.

Your paramour is gazing at you, awestruck, a familiar dopey, dazed grin pulling at one corner of his mouth. You make a questioning sound.

“You coming set him off, sweet. That was some mighty powerful pleasure, if I do say so myself.” Ezra’s rasp in your ear sounds thoroughly satisfied. “It seemed unduly cruel to deny dear Dieter any longer after such good behavior, so I took the liberty of takin’ care of him.”

Indeed, Ezra’s hand is wrapped more fully around Dieter’s cock, though both are now somewhat obscenely mashed against your sex and covered in his spend. “Oh, good,” you sigh.

Ezra chuckles. “I’ll give us a wipedown, gem. Then you can untie his hands, if you wouldn’t mind, and I’ll get his feet.”

You blink yourself slightly more alert. Dieter didn’t like being tied up for very long after the fun stuff was over. “Mhm. Okay.”

You help Ezra wipe the various fluids from all three of you. Your brow knits at the sensation of him pulling out of you, but Ezra appears unperturbed, humming an idle tune as he rotates to unbind Dieter’s feet. You turn your focus to doing the same to his hands.

A serene, almost cherubic, expression lay over Dieter’s face; with his eyes closed and his breathing deep and steady, he looks halfway to sleep. When you lean back from untying him, his eyes are open. You start.

Then you chuckle. “Hey, D. Feeling okay?”

Dieter lengthens his already long limbs and then contracts them in a wiggly stretch. He rolls over toward you, resting his head on your thigh. “Mmhmmm.”

He looks for all the world like he intends to fall asleep right there. Honestly, the man resembles a giant cat sometimes. Or maybe some other, more exotic animal. Actorus libidinous.

A ferocious rumbles issues from what you can only assume is Dieter's stomach. His eyes fly open. "I'm so fucking hungry."

He appears astounded by this fact. Or maybe by the fact that he forgot his hunger in the first place- it’s truly a testament to how worked up he was that all other needs fled his mind so completely. (You made him eat a granola bar before Ezra arrived, but still.)

Ezra returns from the ensuite, and your eyes widen. Your hunch earlier was right- he didn’t come. Ezra’s still-hard cock bobs as moves around, flushed a deep red and still smudged with your arousal in places.

Dieter spots it as Ezra begins getting dressed, and his eyes go round. “Whoa, Ez, did you not come? Why didn’t you tell us?”

Ezra’s mouth quirks. Sifting through the scattered clothes on the floor, he extracts a pair of pants and begins turning them rightside-out. He gives an arch shrug. “What can I say, starlet? Your perseverance inspired me. I enjoy a good edging session myself; I thought I might wait until I arrived home to take care of it.” Ezra pulls his jeans on without anything beneath and fastens them snugly over his erection.

Ezra was an old hat at this profession. He didn’t entertain feelings of awkwardness or shame. If he wanted something, he asked for it.

“In that case, send us pictures,” Dieter says. His eyes wander Ezra’s sturdy, shirtless body with wanton admiration.

“That costs extra.” Ezra sends them a saucy wink. He reaches for his shirt without a hint of discomfort.

“Worth it.” Dieter rolls onto his back with a great sigh. His mostly-softened cock flops over with the movement, dribbling a bit more fluid as it does.

Now dressed, Ezra comes over to say his goodbyes. First he hands Dieter a tissue, nodding toward his dick. Then he gives you both a kiss on the forehead.

“Perhaps this time I might allow the debt to be paid with some of the takeout you’re about to order.”

You grin. "We'll schedule your delivery for an hour from now."

Thanks for reading! 💕💕💕

The Romanian liquor is real and exactly as delicious as it sounds- it's called 'visinata', which means '[thing] made from cherries'. I highly recommend making a Romanian friend and having them bring you a bottle of their mom's homemade stuff, although I cannot promise that it will lead to sex parties. That was just wishful thinking on my part 😬🤷🏻‍♀️

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#dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #the bubble fic #the bubble #dieter bravo/reader #dieter bravo/you #dieter bravo fic

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differenteagletragedy · 10 months

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HELLOOOO *^ο^* literally LOVE ur work. if ur taking requests, can you write the OLBA poly boys in highschool with the mc? like they all are highschool sweethearts!! i’m having massive brainrot of that.

Thank you! I've gotten two requests for poly high school sweethearts, so let's imagine!

-- Obviously they all live close enough to go to the same high school. Baxter is the same age (originally he was not but I can's separate them like that so everyone's all in the same grade).

-- Probably it would go similar to regular poly MC/boys timeline, which is that Cove and you get together first, then your bestie Derek comes on in, then you start hanging out with this weirdo upperclassman and oops, he's pretty awesome too. Love is magical!

-- Hangouts are at Cove's house. It's just Cliff there, who's cool with the situation, and you have plenty of room to hang out, plus the beach is right there for activities.

-- You can hang out at your house too obviously, moms are fine. Derek's parents are also cool, but if you go over there you're going to have his little brothers around, and Nicolas LOVES Baxter. He thinks he is so neat and fascinating.

-- Baxter's place is big, but you never go there because his parents would not be down for this situation. At all. Like AT ALL. He just doesn't tell them about you guys, which is all right. It's a sore spot, though, that he can't talk about his lil sweethearts with his own parents, so please give him hugs.

-- Baxter's the only one who has a car in high school, like his own all the time car, so that's the ride.

-- Everybody goes to Derek's games. Cheer loud, he deserves it.

-- Your parents and Baxter's parents are members of the country club, so you can both go to events and take Derek and Cove as your respective plus ones.

-- If Baxter's parents ask, your friends. He's going to be down about having to lie. More hugs.

-- Kids are gonna gossip, it doesn't matter how public you are or aren't. With the different kids of people the three boys would attract, a lot of people are going to want to get with them. So there would probably be some bullying from some of them who can't have who they want, and because teenagers brains are still cooking at sometimes they can't express things in the best way.

-- You might fight somebody if they take it too far, I don't know you, but Cove definitely will.

-- Somebody says something in the hallway that makes Derek's big ol smile falter? Yeah, Cove's getting suspended.

-- Oh you have to go to Baxter's ballroom competitions too. Derek is going to cheer inappropriately loud. Baxter's going to be down there, trying not to smile and to keep his form, but it's going to make him happy.

-- As in all poly universes, Cove takes Baxter out into the ocean his first time. It's been said before, but it's important.

-- Another theme is Baxter dressing everyone, and sorry, but he's going to be picking the prom outfits.

-- Cove has flowers for everyone, like individual flowers. Derek brought brought boutonnières/corsages (I recently played the soiree with Derek and I actually thought it was very out of character that he didn't bring one for MC so).

-- Baxter wouldn't go for a limo, I don't think, I think he'd rather rent a more classic car. Not like an old Mustang or something, like a classic obscenely rich person car.

-- Cove at least isn't wild about parties, so when you're done dancing you skip anything your classmates have planned and instead spend the rest of the night on the beach in your formalwear.

-- Cuddles, watching the sun come up. Memories to last a lifetime :)

#our life beginnings and always #cove holden #derek suarez #baxter ward #our life headcannons

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8. Do I have to have an idea when I sign up? No! If the theme of the fest intrigues you but you can't think of what you want to write/draw right off the bat, you're still welcome to sign up! The discord server is the perfect place to workshop ideas with your fellow creatives, and we even have a random plot generator if you need a shot of inspiration.

9. Can I join the Discord server if I'm not participating in the fest? Yes, absolutely! If you just wanna come hang out, share in the vibes and the love and chat with folks, you are more than welcome to! And who knows, perhaps inspiration will strike you!

10. Why is the deadline so long? We decided to get started early to give people lots of time to work on their fics! This way, if people want to write proper longfic, there's plenty of time to get it done!

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picaroroboto · 7 months

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by the way when I say "Shadowbringers is a ghost story" I don't mean that just because Ardbert, who is literally a ghost, is there. I mean think about the themes and concepts of ghosts for a second - death, grief, memory, the past. ShB's got guys who are ghosts in that they should have died a long time ago but are forced to hang around because of unfinished business (Ardbert, Emet-Selch, and Elidibus). Ghosts are what happens when the past and present can't let go of one another, and Emet-Selch is someone who refuses to let go of the past so badly that he's strangling the present. Freaking ghost city in the middle of the ocean just to help him remember what he's fighting for.

Not to mention the strange sort of double haunting situation where the Crystal Exarch is a figure from the WoL's distant past, but also trying to bring them back from the dead because he fell in love with the stories they left behind in the dark timeline.

The WoL, who's had to bury dozens of friends, but who's also learned to carry their dead with them because their destiny simply won't allow them the time to stop in one place and cry, versus Emet-Selch, who has all the time in the world to build a city to house his dead friends.

#ff14 #ffxiv #shadowbringers #ffxiv meta #meta posting on my art blog

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tc-doherty · 2 months

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Author Questionnaire Tag Game

Tagged by @the-letterbox-archives thanks ^__^

About Me

When did you start writing?

I was writing by kindergarten at least, so…1996 or thereabouts. I do still have some writing from this time. I actually decided to be an author when I was 8 so that would be 1999. :)

Are there genres/themes you enjoy reading different to the ones you write?

I mean probably, I love to read and I read widely. Generally though, if I like something I will try to write it as well even if I'm not good at it. The biggest one I can think of would probably be cozy mystery novels, but I am still planning to try and write some of those.

Is there an author you want to emulate, or one to whom you're often compared?

I read a lot of Mercedes Lackey growing up, and I think that people who are familiar with her work might be able to tell from the way that I approach world building and especially magic. It's not really intentional though, it's just because I read so much of her work at a formative age. I'm not really trying to emulate anyone, I'm just being myself.

Of course I also love fairy tales, folktales, and legends so my work is very much inspired by that kind of storytelling. You'll see fairy tale and folktale elements everywhere.

Can you tell me a little about your writing space?

I have a lap desk so that I can make it easier on my arms when I'm writing by hand. I will use that either at my office chair (the height and incline of my desk is not right for me) or while sitting on the couch. Otherwise, because I use dictation, I'm always writing at my desk.

What's your most effective way to muster up some muse?

I just sit down and write. Writing is its own reward to me, so I'm always motivated to do it. I've never had a problem with that kind of thing.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

I shouldn't think so. I never write about the real world, and I never intentionally include references to any real places or people I know.

Are there any recurring themes of your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

My writing is all themes really. There is a running narrative of "home" being the people that you're with, and so finding the "place" you belong by finding the people that you belong with. Also themes of coming to terms with yourself, and moving forward.

There are plenty of themes, aesthetics, and other little Easter eggs that show up in a lot of my work. For instance, I love to write about forests, I love to write about the ocean. I often include gryphons in my work because they're cool! I really like sun/moon imagery, I really like elemental imagery…lots of little things.

My Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favourite character?

I'm legally required to only have one answer, my Main Babe(tm) Ithea! Ithea's got everything. She's elegant, glamorous, and intelligent, she is also very manipulative and loves the power of violence. Her favorite hobby is treason. She uses sex as a weapon. She also uses weapons as weapons. She'll also kill you with her bare hands if you give her the opportunity. She's always smiling. How can you tell if Ithea is lying? Well, is her mouth moving? She loves her partner's kids more than anything in the world, she can, will, and has killed for them. The level of her arrogance is entirely unparalleled. Her goals are completely inscrutable. She lives a dramatic life and dies at 36. What's not to love?

Which of your characters do you think you'd be friends with in real life?

I honestly think I would have difficulty getting along with a lot of my characters. But I could probably hang out with Dante, Gheist, Temitope, and Kadife. I would love to be able to say I could get along with Nelli, and maybe that would be true. She can be a little rigid for my taste though.

Which of your characters would you dislike most if you met them?

Most of them. I love writing about people who cause problems on purpose, and I love writing about people who are very arrogant and manipulative. But in real life I don't like that kind of personality at all. But I also write about a lot of characters that I would personally consider too pathetic and would not be able to deal with.

I'm the kind of person who takes things in stride and continues forward no matter what. I'm extremely even-tempered. People who are too energetic are kind of exhausting for me, and people who are willing to give up annoy me for a different reason. But I'm not really the kind of person that would make a very interesting character, now am I? Hahaha…

Tell me more about the process of coming up with your characters.

I usually start with the sort of relationship that I want to explore, and then I make up what sort of characters need to exist in order for that relationship to logically happen. When it comes to their development I might start thinking with some kind of scene that is the peak idea of…well, the core of their relationship, maybe. From there I can go backwards and forwards to figure out who they were to get there, and what's going to happen because they know each other. But sometimes I just have a very vague idea and I start writing with nothing else. In that case I end up making a lot of characters just to fit the story, because they need to be there.

Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

I love writing about women who are ambitious and arrogant and manipulative. I love writing about men who are so soft and sweet. Secondarily, I love to write about women who are practical and down to earth, and I love to write about men who are extremely prickly and emotionally wary. I love writing characters (of either gender) who are way overly dramatic or purposefully annoying.

Also. I mean. Most of them are gay.

How do you picture your characters?

Vaguely. I've talked about it before, I have almost complete aphantasia so picturing things is not really my strong suit. I generally will have a collection of descriptors and traits, and that's why I draw them myself or hire artists to work with. I only picture things in snapshots and even then only with a great deal of effort. I have a lot better idea of how my characters dress than what they look like. I talk about clothing a lot.

My Writing

What's your reason for writing?

I simply love it. There's no other reason.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

I love getting key smashes, and things that are in all caps, and other representatives of people YELLING. But I screenshot every comment that I get and I keep them on my computer because I love them all ^__^

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work?

I don't need to know what they think about me LMAO I write stories that I love, and when other people love them too I'm flattered. But that's the extent of my relationship with most people, if they aren't actually my friends. And people who are my friends will think about me in much different contexts than just as an author, one would hope. If I have to say something though, I do hope that the people reading my work can tell that I was having a good time when I wrote it.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I love writing dialogue, and people often like the dialogue that I write! I know people also often like my characters, and as a character driven author, that is very pleasing to me. I struggle with description because I'm not good at visualizing so it's not very important to me. On a line by line basis I don't think that my writing is particularly beautiful. I'm just not that kind of author. It's difficult to get things out of my writing if you only see one line. But I write about character growth and dialogue, and if you look at my writing in chunks it's exactly what I want it to be.

What have you been frequently told by others is your greatest strength as a writer?

My dialogue and my characters. But one time someone told me that my writing reminded them of The Princess Bride, and I've carried that with me to this day.

How do you feel about your own writing?

I love it! I constantly crack myself up. I know in the grand scheme of things I'm not a particularly funny person, but I think my writing is hilarious. After all, I'm writing for an audience of one (1) person, so if I'm not enjoying it, what's the point?

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

The only thing that will stop me is the cold, hard embrace of the earth. Honestly, even if I knew for a fact that not one of the eight billion people currently on the earth would ever read a single word I had written, I would still do it. I'm not here for them.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? if it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

I write purely for myself.

Tagging @did-i-do-this-write @thegoddesswater @mrmissmrsrandom @outpost51 @bloodlessheirbyjacques

@magefaery @italiangothicwriteblr @tryingtimi

Honestly, I wouldn't mind seeing everyone do it hehe

#writeblr #writing #thanks!!#tag games #about me

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coulsons-fullmetal-cellist · 5 months

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Looking Back

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 967

Summary: while at an exhibition with your fiancé, you encounter someone from your past (check out my masterlist to check out the timeline)

Warnings: lost romantic potential, Dieter being Dieter, an underrated pioneer of animation gets a mention so please check them out before or after reading this

Artwork is a sculpture by Spas Kirchev

“I’m so glad you suggested this! Although you should have started with stop motion with shadow puppets.”

“I was getting there but was distracted by all the history stuff. I did get you interested with early German cinema though.”

“That’s true.”

The two of you were having a date night. Your fiancé Dieter had mentioned an exhibition by some animation students presenting their final year project.

The theme was Lotte Reiniger, a pioneer of the animation world who used shadow puppets as her medium. These students were to pick a piece of music and create their own short films inspired by Reiniger. Several clips from her over 40 films were dotted around the exhibition in between a few small alcoves where the students’ films were being presented.

You just came out of one short film based on the legend of Orpheus and Eurydice. The small dark space encouraged much snuggling.

“Look,” Dieter pointed out to a screen on the wall. “The Adventures of Prince Achmed is the oldest surviving feature length animated film. It predates Snow White by a decade. Then Walt went and stole her ideas and never gave her credit, the bastard.”

“I thought you loved Disney.”

“I love the films but the man himself? Don’t get me started on his original idea for Epcot.”

“You are adorable when you’re in history mode.”

“Not sexy?”

“A little bit. But you’re always sexy.”

“You’re always sexy.” You tried to brush off this compliment but stopped dead in your tracks and hid behind his broad back. “What is it honey cakes?”

“I just saw someone from my past.”

“From New Zealand?”

“No, from when I first moved here. I made friends with this guy called Orfi.”

“Orfi?”

“It’s short for something, I never asked though,” he turned around to face so you could continue. “We became fast friends, always having the randomest conversations and hanging out occasionally but then he just dropped out of communication. It was only later I found out from other friends that he got himself a girlfriend. Her name was Dizzy or Dolce, or something.”

“What a dick,” you shrugged. “Wait, did you have romantic type feelings for him?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I trust myself enough to see if it was going in that direction. When I look back on it, there was a possible maybe but by that time, it was too late.”

“Were you ready by the time we met?”

“We met at the right time,” you looked over at your former friend. “I should really go and say hi to him, but I’ll go alone; you might be too distracting.”

“Because of my devilish good looks?”

“That too, but also you’re an award-winning actor.”

“Is that all anyone focuses on?” you patted his shoulder as you made your way over.

You must have willed yourself over there, the ground feeling like mud under your feet. Your hand felt heavy as you raised it into a wave, catching his attention.

“Oh hey, fancy seeing you here.”

“Well, you know it’s early German cinema so…”

“Yeah, couldn’t help but think of you.”

All those past emotions hit you like a sudden wave in the ocean. You tried to not get caught in the current and be lost in the past and decided to go forward with the conversation.

“How is…sorry, I forgot her name.”

“Disay? Oh no, we’re no longer together.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, it didn’t work out. Looking back, we just weren’t meant to be together. Now I’m single for the first time in a long time,” the laugh was awkward. “Let me guess, you’re still single?”

“No, I’m with someone.”

“Is it serious?”

“We’re getting married so yes, it’s very serious.”

“Oh, uh, congratulations.”

“Thanks,” you looked at the ring on your finger, not noticing the look of sadness on his face which had gone by the time you looked back up. “It was nice seeing you.”

“Yeah, you too.”

“I’ll message you some time.”

Those emotions you thought you had were gone like the tides of the ocean. You waved a small goodbye and tried to not make it look like you were rushing back into the safety of your fiancé’s arms.

“He looked like an Eeyore.”

“Did he?”

“Almost like you were the one that got away.”

“Was I?”

“I think you were. And you know what, fuck him.”

“Yeah, his loss.”

“He was too stupid to realise he had the most amazing, beautiful, caring…”

“Dieter, we don’t need to go through the alphabet.”

“Well, an alphabet list of what makes you, you and he was an idiot to see you.”

“I’m glad I have you, I think I made the better choice. Definitely the most handsome choice.”

Dieter gave a small cursory glance over at the other man. “He has a bit of an Oscar Isaac look about him.”

“He does now that you mention it.”

“Wait, you know who he is?” you nodded. “I thought you only knew actors if they were in a horror film.”

You gave him that look that he knew oh too well.

“Okay, what horror films has he been in?”

“Annihilation, that’s the one with the scary bear,” Dieter shuddered at the thought. “I think Ex Machina is more of a thriller.”

“Those dance moves were thriller,” you looked at him in surprise. “I’ve seen the clips.”

“And you’ve learnt the moves?”

He held you close, almost as if he was about to launch you into a waltz, “Of course I have.”

“You want to show me some other moves, don’t you?” he mumbled something affirmative into your lips.

So he took your hand and led you out.

As you left the exhibition, neither of you looked back. You only had the future to look forward to.

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic @glshmbl @cupcakehp @gswizzsstuff

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #dieter x honey cakes #love of horror fanfic #love of horror universe #love of horror #dieter x reader #dieter x f!reader #dieter bravo #the bubble netflix #the bubble

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starryqueen-18 · 5 months

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The Little Siren Sister (Parody of The Little Mermaid)

here's another of my fairytale paper Mario parodies I wrote long ago on amino, enjoy! (Slight Warning, this following story may probably contain unsettling themes, please read at your own risk)

Once Upon a land of magic and darkness, long live three witches, that's right THREE witches, one of them was named Vivian,

Vivian: hello.

The Second one is a small and old one is Beldam,

Beldam: Greetings- HEY I'M NOT OLD

dude, you look like the other mother from coraline, except, she is Taller, but she have a long nose but not that long.

Beldam: *grumbles*

And finally, the third one is the Wario wannabe, Marilyn.

Marilyn: ....who's Wario?

Anyways, Vivian, who used to be like her sisters but now had a different sight, one day, Vivian went out of her world to spy on a man, a plum shaped plumber named Mario, who was hanging out with his brother, a thinny green plumber named Luigi.

Mario: HEY I HEARD THAT!!! AND I'M NOT FAT I'M JUST BIG BONE!!!!!

Luigi: *snickers*

Mario: I HEARD THAT!!!!!!!!

hehe, so mario, luigi and their friends, are having a party on....A CRUISE SHIP! there was music pumping, feasts of food being eaten, jacuzzi's bubbling and all the ladies.

Koopa: LADIES *swoops in between the girls and speaks in a handsome voice* heya, you ladies, wanna have a drink?

Ladies: *slaps Koopa*

I feel bad for Koopa... not! haha!

Vivian: *gazes at the cruise ship* man, I wish I can go to the cruise ship, but my sister refuse to let me *sighs*

but as she was about to have a dream sequence, a horrid storm swallowed the sea in darkness, the boat was waving back and forth as the waves started to rock around.

Olivia: AAAAHHHHHHH

Luigi: EVERYONE HANG ON!!!

Goomba: ugh, why did even have to eat the egg salad with mayonaise? *pukes on the ocean*

Mario: MAMA MIA!

Peach: *gasp* MARIO!

Luigi: Brother! hang on!!!!

Mario: *slips and fells off the boat*

Vivian: *gasps* oh no!

So Vivian rushed out to save the fat plumber who is struggling to swim due to the fatness-

Mario: HEY! I'M NOT FA- *sinking*

Vivian: *gasps* Mario! *dives in*

Vivian kept swimming and swimming deep until finally...she saved him.. and reached for the beach.

Vivian: *lays him on the sand* ...is he ok?

*shrugs*

Vivian: ...wow, it's him, it's actually him, I can't believe it.

Mario: .........

Vivian: hmm.

I wonder if the man has any coins in his pockets.

Vivian: what?

you never know, I mean he might be a millionare.

Mario: *coughs*

Vivian: he's awake.

Mario: *wakes up* ?

Vivian: .....hi

Luigi and peach: Mario!

Vivian: uh crud *retreats back*\

Luigi: brother, are you ok?

Mario: yeah, I think so.

AH DANG IT!!! you guys just ruined the moment!

Mario: what moment?

nevermind, so Vivian went back to her world with the siren sisters.

Beldam: *looking at the mirror* hmmm

Marilyn: you been looking at that mirror for hours.

Beldam: Marilyn, I don't look...old, am I?

Marilyn: ...uh...well?

Vivian: *comes in* hey guys-

Beldam: VIVIAN! WHERE WERE YOU I'VE BEEN CALLING YOU ON YOUR PHONE EVERY SINCE!!

Vivian: .wait..we have cell phones?

Beldam: well, yeah didn't you know?

Marilyn: we have these weird cell phones appeared unexpectedly in our pockets

Vivian: we don't have cell phones.

Beldam: doesn't matter, I got a question.

Vivian: what is it?

Beldam: ...........Am I Old?

VIvian: um.....

tell the truth Vivian, you know it's obvious.

Beldam: well?

Vivian: uh....

Marilyn: *doing sign language saying, no don't say it, it'll end bad*

Vivian: uh...yes?

Marilyn: *facepalms*

*makes some cricket noises*

Beldam: ....*instant crying* AAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

geez did that really hit ya?

Beldam: OH THE HUMANITY!!!!! I'M GROWING OLD!!

Vivian: uh, Beldam, do you think it's ok if I can-

Beldam: NO! NO WAY ARE YOU GOING TO THE HUMAN WORLD!!

Vivian: but they aren't that bad.

Beldam: I was gonna let you go but you insulted me!

by saying you're old?

Beldam: MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS NARRATOR LADY!!!

uh, this is my business, I'm the narrator!

Beldam: WHAT EVER, VIVIAN I FORBID YOU FROM GOING WITH MARIO!

what the heck, she just met him

Beldam: DON'T CARE, NOW IF YOU EXCUSE ME, I'LL BE IN MY ROOM CRYING THROUGH MY LIFE!

because you're old?

Beldam: Oh be *back crack* AH my back!

HA see you are getting old!

Beldam: *growls and goes to her room*

Marilyn: *sighs* sorry Vi. *goes to her room*

Vivian: *sighs and leaves* aw man, I really wanna see that plumber again, but how? I would do anything for a miracle! Anything!

but just then, as she said that, some thunder and light started to spazz around, either the weather man reported a thunder storm on a wednesdays or...it's the calling, the eerie sinister calling of-

Dimentio: ME!!!!!!!

Dooplis: *also here* and me, AH WHY DO I HAVE TO BE AN EEL! CAN'T I JUST BE LIKE A PARTNER OR SOMETHING?!

you are the partner, it's just that the partner's the eel.

Dooplis: wha? I don't understand the point of thi-

MOVING ON!

Dimentio: did I heard you say, you want to visit the world of the hero Mario?

Vivian: uh...yeah? do you know how?

Dimentio: well of course I do, I am Dimentio, the master of magic, master of solutions and master of DISTRUC- *que disk scratch* uh, I mean Dreams, Come with me! *uses teleport magic to le teleporte outta here*

And so they arrived! at their lair, of brilliance and excellent magic!

*The place looks like it was trashed*

Dooplis: welcome to our humble lair

Vivian: huh looks like this place has been bankrupt.

well... I had to pay the bail for the origami twins.

Vivian: what?

yeah, you see Olly was littering confetti to make a trail home, epic fail. so now, we don't have any coins left to afford an epic n cool sea witch lair.

Vivian: oh, wait, I heard Bowser's in jail.

oh yeah, uh..it's a long story, *ahem* moving on!

Dimentio: So, you want to see Mario yes?

Vivian: uh, yeah?

Dimentio: well fear not, for I have just the thing! *goes to an old chest thing and founds the ingreadients, he then goes to an old cooking pot*

So Dimentio get the ingredients ready, turned on the cook pot and place the ingredients in, the flames hissed as the water plops out of the pot, gushing out like a knock off version of a volcano. Thunder Parks on the very room! *makes thunder noises*

Vivian: seriously?

I couldn't afford sound effects.

Dimentio: *finishes the spell* and done, it is finished!

Vivian: perfect!

Dimentio: but you need to give me something in return.

Vivian: and that is...

Dimentio: your voice.

Vivian: my voice? how am I suppose to talk to mario with no voice?

Dooplis: Come on kid, you have your looks the pretty....uh...mouth? sorry I literally can't tell if your hat burried in your eyes.

Vivian: it's fine.

Dimentio: alright enough talk, let's get this scene over with. *pulls out his cell phone* Ok kid, all you have to do is sing while I record your voice.

Vivian: .....I was hoping some sort of magic stuff like in that one movie.

Dimentio: yeah but we really don't have the budget for the magic effects neither the music stuff so we have to deal with that for now.

Vivian: I don't know about this

Dooplis: Ugh just hurry up and sing already!!!

Yeah! I got a cute cookie run fanfiction to read!!!

Vivian: *sighs* fine, but what should I sing?

DImentio: I don't know any song!

Sing My Lullaby from Lion King 2!

Dimentio, Dooplis and Vivian: NO!

Aw :(

Dooplis: just sing random notes

Vivian: ok...*sings a song*

Dimentio: *records*

Dooplis: *checking youtube*

Dimentio: and done!

Vivian: oh cool, hold on, aren't I not suppose to talk?

Dimentio: uh, hello budget problems! but fear not, we shall do a bet, if you can go through a day without a single word....I will let you go on free with mario along with that paper mario origami king game, you were on about.

Vivian: SWEET!

Dimentio: but If you talk or sing....you'll belong to me...FOREVER!!! and 100 bucks.

Vivian: Deal!

So after the bet was sealed Vivian took the spell that was cast by Dimentio, I wish there's gonna be some anime transformation scene going on but, there's budget soo let's just skip that where she have became a human and went to the mushroom kingdom.

Vivian: .... *sees Mario*

Mario: ? *sees Vivian* Oh hello there, what's your name?

Vivian: *was about to speak but then realized she can't speak because of the bet, so she have to write her name on the ground*

Mario: oh, Vivian, nice to meet you Vivian.

Vivian: *smiles*

Mario: so wanna hang out?

Vivian: *nods*

the two hold hands and walked off to the kingdom town.

*Meanwhile*

Marilyn: ugh will come out of there Beldam, you've been locked in there for hours, I really need to use the toilet.

Beldam: SILENCE!

Marilyn: dude it's age you can't stop age from going forward! *sighs*

Beldam: *comes out wearing makeup*

AH GEEZ!

Dimentio and Dooplis: hey guys- *sees Beldam and started to scream*

Beldam: >:(

Marilyn: what are you guys doing here anyway?

Dimentio: oh we're here to tell you......that there's a sweet new update on cookie run kingdom!

Marilyn; wow, really?!

Beldam: that's amazing!!

Dimentio: yeah..Oh and Vivian went off to the mushroom kingdom, after I gave her the human spell.

Beldam and Marylin: WHAT?!

Beldam: THERE'S A POTION THAT CAN MAKE YOU BEAUTIFUL?! GRR THAT'S IT VIVIAN IS SO IN TROUBLE!!!!!!!! FOR INSULTING ME AND CALLING ME OLD!

Marylin: uh what about the mario part?

Beldam: eh Mario is no big deal I got my life he's got his, NOW LET'S GOT FIND VIVIAN!!!!!!!!!! after a game of cookie run kingdom

*the peeps agreed and play on their cell phones*

meanwhile, well since it's just romance and it's gonna take forever and wanna finish this story real quick, I'm gonna just skip to night where they were dancing.

Vivian: >w<

Mario; Vivian, listen I know it's been very long time, but I wanna ask you something....*pulls out a friendship ring* will you be my bff forever?

Vivian:..........................OMG YES YES!!!!!

*Me making thunder sounds*

Mario: huh?

sorry budget problems.

Dimentio: haha! you lost the bet!

Mario; bet? what bet?

Dimentio: Vivian was not suppose to speak for the whole day or else she belongs to me, and she now owe me bucks! ROBUX!

Vivian: back off man, those are my robux!!!!

Dimentio: *grabs Vivian* SWIPE! SEEYA! *about to swim off with her but was suddenly went roblox oofed by Beldam and Marilyn* wha the?!

Vivian: I'm saved!

Beldam: you are in big trouble, missy,

Vivian: I can explain-

Beldam: HOW DARE YOU USE THE HUMAN POTION AND DIDN'T SHARE ME SOME?!

Vivian: huh?

Beldam: I wasn't really mad that you for seeing mario, I'm just mad because you didn't share me the potion and called me old,

which you are.

Beldam: HUSH NARRATOR LADY!!!! anyways, have fun Vivian, I'ma go knit some scarfs and play some cookie run kingdom.

Marylin: eh, I'm gone too see ya *follows Beldam*

welp, that went sorta well, I'm just gonna finish off here, and so Mario and Vivian are officially BFFS Best Friend Forever and they all live Happily Ever After.

The End......until next Fairytale!

Don't be Downie! Stay Kawaiii!!!!! >w<

bye <3

#paper mario #mario #paper mario the thousand year door #pmttyd vivian #pmttyd #fairytale parody #parody #Mario and luigi #siren sisters #dimentio spm #doopliss

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radskull-69 · 6 months

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oc idea (inspired by oobbbear’s ‘orange knife’ au)

idk how but I only realised after writing this I also copied the sun and moon thing, I meant to only get inspired by the whole ‘soul put into doll thing’ I SWEAR)

A god called mister moon that creates life down on earth, it’s a long process to make each soul’s vessel using moon rocks annd skulking them before sending them to earth. They all look like tiny stars with glowing bodies, no faces in this phase since they can’t use the bodies yet

some stay with mister moon when they aren’t ready to be born yet, and some just like to hang around despite how much mister moon finds them annoying (lie)

mister moons friend, seamstress sun, is the one that makes the souls with small stars and glowing strings while mister moon just makes the physical body. She’s very sweet and motherly to them, joking a lot and not as stoic and cold as mister moon is and loves to visit the souls.

as soon as the souls and their bodies they’ll be using for the rest of their life are sent to earth they hold no memory of mister moon or seamstress sun, which does make the two sad but they like to watch over the souls on earth.

the earth and humans were assigned to them by the other planets to keep moon and sun busy and have a hobby (maybe even become friends), but now they’re kinda attached

there’s other characters but I’m too lazy to think about them for now, I have nanny nature but that’s it.

mister moon facts!

he’s very.. creepy, he doesn’t mean to be. But he just isn’t a very warm person

whenever a crater lands on him and ruins his clothes he calls seamstress to fix and tailor it for him, he acts like he hates it

he’s very tall and lanky (he’s the size of a building at least to us), but slouches a lot

he favours cats a lot and is happy when the souls are cat people as well

LOVE’S cool colours and the ocean, finds it amusing how little souls know about its depths and are scared of it. He favours the deep sea creatures the most

envies sun’s light and bright (ha) attitude, but loves appreciates it at the same time

his fav era of earth was the classical era

hates scissors, after a accident of one of the souls running around with a pair and cutting off their own arm Moon strictly keeps them banned from his domain

Seamstress sun facts!

she’s very social and loud, easily one of the more popular planets

geeks over whenever a soul draws a picture of the sun with sunglasses, laughs every time (much to Moon’s expense)

good friends with nanny nature, they have a good bond since nature mostly need sun to thrive. So nanny nature made sunflowers for her

normal hight and curvy, got them hips

keeps a lot of gold trinkets in her domain because she likes how they sparkle in her light

Loves the 70’s - 80’s the most!

gives all the souls a goofy name until their sent down to earth, still calls them that in her head tho

love’s dogs all the way, the bigger the better!

always tells moon jokes to cheer him up whenever he has a cloudy day, it works 50% of the time

wishes sunsets lasted longer because she loves the looks the souls give her when she’s at her prettiest, she tries to stall but moon drags her away from earth to let him have his night shift

fawns over humans who have matching sun & moon themed necklaces or bracelets and would show moon just to say ‘us’

#Oc #oc ideas #Sun and moon #inspired by that song ‘spring and a storm’ by tally hall #I need to draw these designs..#UGHHH #rad writes

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the-void-writes · 1 year

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Happy STS! Here’s a summer themed ask for you:

All of your OCs are at the beach! What is each OC doing and what chaos ensues?

(Optional things for your OCs to be doing, there are no rules <3)

Which character is most at home in the water and has to be dragged out, and demands that the whole group play all the water games?

Which character full stop refuses to even touch the water (whether out of fear or another reason)?

Who has the bag full of snacks and is constantly yelling at people to drink water and put on sunscreen?

Which character is dunking people in the water, grabbing other people’s ankles, pulling dumb pranks, etc?

Which character is just there for the Instagram (or equivalent) pics?

Which character gleefully asks to be buried in the sand and realizes too late that they’ve made a horrible mistake?

Which character is the sandcastle captain making elaborate sand creations and who WILL FREAK OUT if you come within ten feet of their project?

Which character is Mx. Put on Way Too Much Sunscreen?

Which character didn’t put on ANY sunscreen and is now burnt to a crisp?

And finally: Which character is the reason that the group has to go home early?

for whichever and however many OCs you would like <3 answer whenever you want <3

Oh wow, thank you so much!!! This is so cute and I’d love to do it for the Preston cast because I miss them a lot.

Here’s the context: For one beautiful warm day, Will’s childhood friends and his new Division teammates get to hang out on the beach together, without Vesely or anyone from Preston around to disturb them.

(Optional things for your OCs to be doing, there are no rules <3) Volleyball matches are a must for the kids. Jin dominates every game, despite missing her arm (she uses her head to serve, and Rio is very concerned lol). They also do makeshift-parasailing, thanks to Jason and Will. Jason’s wings are the sail, and Will manipulates the wind to the best of his ability.

Which character is most at home in the water and has to be dragged out, and demands that the whole group play all the water games? It’s Will, the sweet little guy. Whenever he wasn’t able to fly, he took to the water because it felt just as nice and freeing to him. Alvie’s the one who demands to play games, though, because he’s determined to splash all of his friends.

Which character full stop refuses to even touch the water (whether out of fear or another reason)? Riley, no doubt about it. He has a bit more control over his electrocution abilities, but he doesn’t trust himself to stay in the water. Thomas stays with him under an umbrella at the very top of the beach, playing music on a handheld radio for him.

Who has the bag full of snacks and is constantly yelling at people to drink water and put on sunscreen? David and Laylah are known as the “co-team-moms.” They’ll over-prepare for everything, and in spite of his crutches being uneven on the sand, David has indeed chased Alvie down to make him wear sunscreen.

Which character is dunking people in the water, grabbing other people’s ankles, pulling dumb pranks, etc? Alvie and Kevin should never have been allowed to meet. Their pranks are a nightmare for everyone in their group, especially Riley. They keep trying to fill his bag with sand, and thankfully, Colin throws them both into the ocean.

Which character is just there for the Instagram (or equivalent) pics? Sarah and Kevin have a system in place: find a perfect background, and take turns with the phone to get beautiful profile pictures. Sarah takes some couple photos with Jin, and Kevin takes candid shots of his friends.

Which character gleefully asks to be buried in the sand and realizes too late that they’ve made a horrible mistake? Avery naively asked his coworkers to bury him in the sand, blind to the fact that Rio was definitely going to leave him there for an hour. Julie and Cierra dig him back out eventually.

Which character is the sandcastle captain making elaborate sand creations and who WILL FREAK OUT if you come within ten feet of their project? Lydia and Alvie have been building buddies since they were five. They take up a huge part of the beach that definitely disrupts people’s ability to walk around, and they end up with a crumbling, leaning kingdom of sand.

Which character is Mx. Put on Way Too Much Sunscreen? Jason and Henry are tied for having too much sunscreen. They get distracted while applying it for each other because they’re just so domestically happy, and before they know it, their shoulders are layered with lotion.

Which character didn’t put on ANY sunscreen and is now burnt to a crisp? Lydia insisted she didn’t need it because the water would keep her cold, under the belief that sunburns were caused by temperature and not the sun’s UV light. Her friends had to carefully explain to her why she was still red later.

11. Which character is the reason that the group has to go home early? Buzzkill Vesely, who calls his whole team back to base because he had the brilliant idea to do their next tests on an aircraft carrier. They all totally plan to sneak away and go back to the beach.

#writeblr #ask games #wip: freaks of preston

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basedkikuenjoyer · 1 year

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Moe Violence: or How I Struck the Jidaigeki Goldmine

I lost a close friend recently. A really close one and it was the kind of sudden bolt from the blue that’s really just fate waking up and deciding to kick you in the teeth. He liked old Western movies and was enough of a film buff to know how much back-and-forth there was with samurai cinema. So we had a lot of fun talking about movies. Made me want to finally get through a stack of films I’ve dug up on archive.org. Liking what I like, I think this binge has helped get a lot of clarity on where we started with looking at Lady Snowblood & Red Swallow Oyuki. (Oh...by the way. I plum forgot Snowblood’s auntie/confidant type figure was named Okiku. Always has a basket of yellow mums outside her door)

Started with checking out a trio of films the absolutely wonderful Junko Miyazono did after Red Swallow. Series is called Tales of the Poison Seductress; Hannya Ohyaku, Quick-Draw Okatsu, & Okatsu the Fugitive. They’re all standalone, caution though they’re very violent. SA is a factor too but from what I’ve seen most of the scenes may drag but try to keep it not too graphic. I say that as someone pretty turned off but “losing her virtue” is a threat hanging around frequently in these and there’s a torture element. This is 60s/70s Japanese Grindhouse cinema, the type of thing that inspired gory directors like Quentin Tarantino. It ain’t for everyone and that’s why I wanna gush about it here. What I’m getting more and more though is that pinning our beloved Okiku to one jidaigeki reference is a fool’s errand. My dears, she’s an ode to an entire subgenre!

Let’s not split hairs over the specific category of Toei films and slightly different ones with a female lead. The term I see used is “Pinky Violence.” Pinky coming from having female leads and being very sexually charged affairs. Toei needed to do something to compete with more Western movies making it over, so they opted for shock value and the way they went for it ended up giving us a pretty feminist genre. Not to say these were all jidaigeki which means “period drama.” There were a lot of modern ones I have yet to dive into heavily. Before Lady Snowblood Meiko Kaji gave us a really fun looking 6-part series called Stray Cat Rock for a great example. Machine guns, motorcycles, and LSD. They look awesome and check this aesthetic! I’m in love.

That knowledge does make me think of Nami and the early design with a missing arm. Jojo’s Stone Ocean as well while we’re at it. There’s also a fair number of Yakuza movies that fall sorta in between like the Red Peony Gambler (Hibotan Bakuto) series. It’s all a little nebulous if you want to get into the weeds. There’s a few different styles from a few different studios but make no mistake. These were popular movies in Japan. Big studios like Toei were churning them out as B movies to maintain relevance. Compete with television and Hollywood’s resources.

Know what isn’t nebulous? Yeah...the hallmarks of the genre are big things we see out of Okiku’s role in Wano. The otherwise perfect lady with some little hook that means she isn’t “marriage material.” The whole arc of showing she can kick as much ass as any man but always reminding you of the lady playing the part. A big, big shared element is this core theme of taking down corrupt officials who abuse their power. Urashima the Yokozuna is exactly the type of guy who’d end up a villain in these. Sticking up for humble villagers, looking out for other women and children. Being the collateral damage of “great” men’s ambitions is what we tend to see over traditional fare like say, reinstalling a dynasty. I love the running theme of these being so much more local in scope. And Kiku gets that modern twist of her being trans for the “excuse.” I adore that in contrast to anime trends of needing to make an excuse for the deviance. My dead sister was the favorite, I went silly due to trauma, etc. This trope and trend of subversion is a big reason I love the mistaken bride idea.

The more of these I see, and I’m friggin hooked these days, the more I see little bits and bobs that feel like they may have shaped our beautiful flower of Wano. And others! She’s a little more than a simple homage though. We do see the violence part pretty well for One Piece. Kiku gets the shit beaten out of her on Onigashima and it is gory by this manga’s standards. That’s where the modernization seems to be though. We tone down the sexuality for cute. Which isn’t that off base, the archetype in historical settings typically does have that innocent and sweet side. One Piece just isn’t the type of series you’re going to actually see things like making good on Tama’s intro of fleeing from being sold to the red light district. Even if it didn’t make it in the proper story, Kiku & Izo’s origin does flirt with that kind of content more than the series usually would. Hell, we do get Holdem torturing Tama and the series just fades to black on a similar spot for Tsuru.

Wano made this genre feel familiar already. Snowblood loves it some anachronic storytelling, Red Peony sets up and ends films with a non-diagetic theatrical framing. Ohyaku uses a big simpleton to bust out of a prison camp. Speaking of, can I please get someone whipping a hair stick like a dart? That’s my favorite little signature from the Red Peony. Oryu in those is a fun protagonist played by Junko Fuji. That’s one of the more accessible series, less graphic than One Piece so far, and she plays with gender as a theme more. Proclaims to be a man but we always see deep down she’s still a lady that wishes she could have married the honest merchant’s son. Oh...and almost all of these ladies are total daddy’s girls like Kiku acts towards Kin. That whole series gets its own because there’s eight of them and they’re soooo good.

Eiichiro Oda is a great writer and worldbuilder...but he’s actually pretty derivative. One Piece doesn’t break ground as much as refine the dominant genre when it started, even Rurouni Kenshin was more subversive for shonen. The more I see of these though, the more I see Oda just being this big kid who thought these old movies were so cool and couldn’t wait to rip into his samurai gang. Of course one of em if gonna be a little Junko Miyazono/Meiko Kaji being a fierce strong-willed lady of war. These movies are classic cool!

#one piece #wano arc #okiku #red peony gambler #hibotan bakuto #hannya ohyaku #quick draw okatsu #junko miyazono #junko fuji #inspirations and influences

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aineryeo · 2 months

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The Legend of the Blue Sea Episode 1: True Love's Accident

Chapter Synopsis:

Kenji Sato has just returned to Japan after moving to Los Angeles at the age of 8, leaving behind cherished memories and losing contact with someone important. Meanwhile, two brothers are desperately searching for their older sister, who has been missing for three years. Little do they know, you have returned, marking your unnamed childhood friend turned baseball superstar Kenji Sato as your mate in his basement.

Themes & Warnings (Chapter):

Author Notes:

Not proofread. I did this on a whim, help. I can't for the life of me, stop thinking about Kenji Sato and I was thinking how this man deserves something!! Plus, we don't tackle much about kaiju, the logic and science behind things. I only researched minimally about Ultraman but hopefully, since Ultraman: Rising is 'a separate world' from all the other Ultraman franchises, I can be more creative with the events. :--)

The Legend of the Blue Sea: Masterlist

Episode 1: True Love's Accident ⇾ Episode 2: Once Upon a Dream

Amphitrite of the Greeks, Salacia of the Romans, Cliodhna of the Celts, sometimes Kanaloa in Hawaii. All of them are what the people of various cultures believe to be the ones who rule over the sea; dictating the flow of storms and incoming tsunami. For Japan, it’s even more so. A country easily racked with geographical disasters, it is only natural that they also have a myth regarding a water deity governing the seas. Of course, for them the most famous one, rather than a person, it was a dragon. You, however, were no god, goddess, octopus, nor dragon.

You, were a kaiju.

In a world where gigantic monsters existed amongst various myths, ongoing lookers who travel via planes and ships report sightings of a similarly gigantic being drifting along the oceans of many coasts. However, the statements would be wildly different than the usual.

“We saw it when we looked out the window during our flight. It was so beautiful!”

“Don’t you think it’s a lucky thing to see one? They bring lots of wealth and fortune in love!”

“It was human, I swear.”

“They say it’s bad luck when you see one. They bring storms and misfortune in one’s life.”

“Could it be a Megalodon?”

“In the years of my life, seeing something so majestic had never crossed my mind whatsoever. It was—”

“Shining everywhere— like.. like...”

“A ningyo (人魚). A big one.”

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It was the dead of night, the strobe of city lights and empty streets spread across the wide city. You’re still in your white coat as the blaring ‘Police’ sign in blue faces you within the confines of your car.

“Aunt [...],” you call out to the woman, who frantically called after you— you know it’s you she’s calling out to. And yet you don’t understand, it feels like it’s a deliberate cut off.

“—! The police called, they said your brothers—” You stifle a laugh.

“It’s okay, I’ll bail them. You can continue beat poetry night with your friends no problem. No, no, it’s fine, I was just getting off work... How’d I know?” This time, you do laugh. “Big sister antennae. Someone’s gotta reel in these two troublemakers.”

“You sure you’ll be fine?” The familiar voice asks.

You hum, easing her worries, saying your goodbyes as you hang up the phone. You breathe in a huff, and soon enough, you’re out of the car, and entering the quite minute police station with a jail cell that’s too small to hold all its captives; your brother at the forefront with a distinct frown. A frown that opens into an ‘o’ of shock as he sees your familiar face.

“Where are my knuckleheads?” You grin, hands on your hips.

The process didn’t last too long, you saw where your youngest was sheepishly sitting on the bench, watching his older brother.

“H——!” A cut off. Static. You ruffle his hair.

The next thing you know, you’re outside and in your vehicle, the one wearing a cap sitting on the passenger side while the youngest sat at the backseat.

“There’s a baseball game I’m supposed to be watching right now, you know, you two!”

“Psh, baseball? That’s so old of you, big sis. Who watches baseball nowadays? It’s all about robots now!” The youngest howled at the back, plopping himself in full at the vacant seats of your plush new car.

“Everyone watches baseball, [...].” You roll your eyes.

“I heard the Tigers are winning,” the one beside you said cheekily, now removing his hat. You groan.

“Shut up or I won’t drive you to get your bike tomorrow.” You look at him while sticking your tongue out.

He chuckles before dragging his fingers along his lips in a zipping motion, giving you a thumbs up. You grin, satisfied of your little win. The engine starts. You look at the rear-view mirror and beside you.

Their faces...

You blink.

The peculiar surroundings disappearing, replaced by a blinding white light. Shrieks and roars within the palm leaves rustling and the sea waves brushing the shore by the rocks where you chose to sleep for the night had invaded your senses. Your ears and fins perk as you hear the familiar sloshing of waves and flapping of wings beside you.

Your stomach grumbles and you yawn. You release a grateful frequency as your dreary eyes meet your guardian; your companion, the one who had helped and accompanied you when you were on the brink of death. The warm greeting was quickly reciprocated by the descended dragon; a roar in its stead as you both share a mutual understanding of what time it was as you stared at the school of tuna.

Breakfast.

It was only supposed to be a simple day for you and your companion. Catch some fish, swim around (or for your guardian, sometimes, fly around), and take naps. It wasn’t until your guardian had come and led you to its nest, showing you its egg. Cooing in trust as she nudged it toward you, allowing you to peruse the curious thing. If it were any other kaiju, the dragon would have been in rage to protect its egg. But in the time you’ve spent being aided and also aiding your guardian, you’ve developed a special sense of relationship with your fellow being.

That day was the simple one.

The following days were when... the strangers had appeared.

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“Hey, Kenji, it’s Dad.” The whirring of the sound recorder permeates through Kenji’s mind.

“I know that you’re mad at me.” From packing his bags, “I get it.” to getting on his plane all the way back to Tokyo, Japan.

“I know it wasn’t an easy choice leaving your life behind.” Kenji looks out the window of his home, a separate island away from the city. A special place for a special guy.

“—LA, the Dodgers, millions of adoring fans.” He chose to work out the moment he came in, the sunset made him think a little more.

“But what I’m asking for—”

Within the confines of his shades, his staring towards his reflection deflects to a figure in the distance. A peculiar figure. Still, he keeps up with his jumps. Just then, as he kept staring, the figure eventually turned from the center where the sky met the sea, and the sun shimmered within the calm waters. And if it wasn’t so far away, Kenji would have confidently said that he met its eyes.

“— is bigger than baseball.” His brows furrow. He feels as if he’s hearing waves in his ears.

A shake of his head, and the figure is gone. He should practise, get off his head. And shower, finally. Maybe it was the haze of jetlag. He’d have to prepare soon for his arrival press conference.

⌈ For the last few weeks, one name has dominated the headlines in what is sure to be a historic moment in baseball. ⌋

Kenji whirrs his motorbike, clad in his new Giants jacket. Again, his ear twitches, as he feels as if he’s hearing a distant voice. He looks behind him, back to the sea.

⌈ In just three days, Giants fans will welcome a legend to the New Tokyo Dome as Ken Sato returns to the land of his birth. ⌋

He runs and revs the bike at full speed, the automated road connecting his isolated island to a distant connecting road that led to Tokyo rising from the depths of the ocean.

⌈ Now, please join me in welcoming him back to Japan, the newest member of our Giants family! Keeeeen Sato! ⌋

The flashes of cameras and the excited talk of the fans that awaited him outside of the room where his press conference will be held had overtaken Kenji’s senses. His number plastered on the wide of his back: Seven. Still, he walks coolly into the hall, giving minute greetings towards random passing staff as he heads to his seat in the middle. The moment he was on that seat, reporters were yelling his name, trying to get noticed by the baseball superstar.

Beep. Beep. Beep. And a voice,

“Neronga is attacking Akihabara.”

“Ah, crap.” Kenji mutters, having just escaped from his press conference.

And just then, his ticked off, brand-new coach, comes out from the door behind him.

“Oi! Sato!”

“Heey, Coach Shimura.” Ken greets with a lopsided grin as he turns back to face the grumpy coach. He fails to notice his watch still beeping with a new alert.

“You can’t charm me,” the coach moves closer, frown evident under his Giants cap. “There’s no place for the Ken Sato show on my team.”

Kenji inwardly sighs. But he doesn’t miss a beat in his reply.

“Look, I get it.” He brushes over cockily, “It’s been a rough couple of years for you guys, but I’m here to help.” Kenji finishes, hand over his chest like he was ever more genuine; and if anything, he was.

“Let me drive, win some games, and we can get this team back on top where it belongs.”

The coach isn’t impressed. No flinch, no move.

“See? Right there. That’s your problem. No humility.” Kenji rolls his eyes. But the coach continues with a scowl.

“It takes more than attitude to become a Giant.” His coach finishes, finally. Blowing air through his nose, face remaining indifferent as Kenji leans down a little to face his much shorter coach; he says lowly:

“I stopped believing in Giants a long time ago.”

“Urgh!” Kenji groans as Neronga smashes him against a billboard sign.

“You need to get Neronga out of here. With as little damage as possible!” Mina tells Kenji in a sort of panicked tone.

Yeah, little damage. The land beast, its back covered in hard plates of rock, holds Kenji in his Ultraman form, finding a little statue to repeatedly bash in his face.

“Give me a break, Mina—!” Kenji replies between hits. “I’m doing the best I can!” Sloshing, coos, something— That sound...

While holding Neronga back, the sound of waves in his ear lights an idea in him. So he pushes Neronga back with all his might, taunting the kaiju, allowing for a quick goose chase. Kenji runs along the Kanda River, not noticing the disturbed water surface.

“C’mere Neronga! Pspspsps—”

“Kenji, Neronga isn't a cat.”

“Armadillo, cat, what’s the difference?” Kenji shrugs while sprinting and occasionally looking back at the same time to make sure that the kaiju was still following him. He throws a couple of building statues, aiming at its head to further anger the kaiju.

It works— and soon enough, they're arriving near the Tokyo Port. But Kenji, careless still, almost stepped on some civilian, stopping him dead in his tracks. They ran away quickly just as an apology itches out of Kenji’s throat.

“Sorry! Are y-”

He’s cut off when he feels the familiar claws of the monster on his nape, effectively throwing his 40-metre tall self with no bounds. And a disaster was about to happen— his trajectory was leading him towards two other civilians on some old motorbike.

And all Kenji can think was... The model looks like something a grandma would use.

The two civilians in question were panicking, frozen in place. Until they realised they had to move.

“Tadashi! Just leave the bike. Let's go!” Hiro yelled, trying to get off the old red bike.

“No,” Tadashi replied, determination on his face and Hiro could only gulp. “She wouldn't want us to die! Just leave the bike!”

Tadashi got off and tried to push the bike that just so happened to break down when they really needed it. And it's going to come, and Kenji's instincts to use his forcefield to avoid crushing the two brothers were quick, but his position made it hard to manoeuvre; the shield immediately went down when Kenji heard a crack by his shoulder and he winced in pain. Tadashi and Hiro squinted, readying themselves to get squashed in mere seconds.

Only, they get wet. And Kenji is lightly splashed enough to allow him to fall on his chest on the empty pavement beside the two brothers.

Huh?

The three men, one of them being way bigger than the other two are met with one who giants even Kenji. Surfacing from the water, they're overcome with their fight or flight instincts, and as if their brains are in tune, they all choose freeze.

Until the veil of water finally disperses, shiny scales where the mix of warm city lights and cool moonlight bounced around the smooth expanse of skin. Iridescent hair and eyes, colour never the same at once. It blinks once, twice. Your big hands are covered in a mix of scale, engraved pearls, and blending skin colour atop of the dominance of the former. You shone, beautifully so. And within you was a coo that rumbled through your chest and spread across the surroundings of the pier.

Kenji clutched his hurting shoulder, strained probably, while your eyes drift towards the two miniscule boys and your interest peaks. Your two hands gently grabbing on to the railing as your tail lightly flaps beneath the water surface, coming up a little, allowing for others to catch a peek of the similarly mesmerising design.

“Wh-what’s happening?” Hiro asks, incredulous, yet his feet are stamped in place. Out of fear, out of bewilderment, out of... something.

Tadashi remains quiet, gawking at you. His hand lightly grabs his chin until it moves to take his cap off.

“Tadashi!”

Kenji watches the exchange and he quickly realises his role here. You were beautiful and all but—

“An unidentified kaiju has infiltrated Tokyo Port.” Mina reports.

“This is a— she's a kaiju?!” Kenji asks Mina.

“Yes, Ken. We don't know what type yet, but it is clearly waterborne. You have to take care not to compromise the lives of any civilians.”

Kenji breaks up the impending closeness between you and the two brothers.

“Sirs, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave for a bit.” He picks up Hiro and Tadashi who yelped and yelled, along with their old red bike, briefly remembering the attachment the older one held for it.

When he places them a good distance away and manages to convince them to run, he faces you. And you bat your eyelashes at him as you lower your height to his. And there it is again, except it's louder. Like the sound of bubbles popping and whales, and water sloshing—

“That was you?” Kenji remarks, and you were to tilt your head, but your movements grew quick when you realised why you came here in the first place. Your gaze flickers behind Kenji.

Neronga roars, slamming into you, throwing you off guard for a second as you both splash within the depths.

“No!” Kenji yells, reaching his hand out as he leans over the edge of the port, easily crushing some of the railings in the process.

“What are you doing?! Save her!” Kenji distinctly hears, and Kenji looks back. He realises the brothers never ran away, rather, they ran back, and they look just as distressed as he was. But they're running out of time with the sounds of the jets coming from above reached Kenji’s ears and Mina’s sensors.

Before even diving inside, you surfaced again, a couple of scratches on your cheek as Neronga arose with you, seemingly more mellow. Its roars dialled down as if in communication with you, but your mouth only remains shut, downturned in a sort of frown with furrowed brows and crossed arms. If Kenji was in any better condition he would have laughed.

Neronga was gone in minutes, and he noticed that you helped it traverse around with a light flap of your tail, a directional wave supporting the chastised kaiju. You and Kenji met gazes, yours glimmering, while his glowed blue in his Ultraman form.

However, everything was cut short when you were met with an explosion to your face, causing you to tilt back and groan. Your face immediately turns into a scowl as you recognise the familiar company. Kenji shoots up to his feet as he covers you from the incoming onslaught from the jets with his shield.

He then pleads, “Wait! Wait, please! She's not harming anyone!”

A loudspeaker from the leading jet booms out in response: “Ultraman. We're gonna have to ask you to surrender the kaiju to the KDF.”

“She's not doing anything! Can't you just leave her alone?” Kenji takes his shield down.

You stare at Kenji’s back, temper rising. And it seems Kenji can hear your soft growls. The waves slosh even without your movement. Suddenly, the other unit of the Defense Force catches up to you; the same one that's been chasing you until you’ve come here. And they're not so nice as to stop before Ultraman when they've been running rampant across Japan to spot and capture you as per Onda’s orders.

The jets surround you and finally emit a cyan light, with Kenji finding out that they're actively restraining you. Your hands are head-level as you try to get out, the perfect formation of the KDF never breaking. You weren't even roaring like a monster. You struggled like a human.

“Wait— NO!” Kenji yells as he turns around trying to grasp you, seeing your desperate eyes as you slowly lift from the water, your tail in view; just as beautiful as the rest of you. His fist clenches, the KDF moves you farther away from him.

“Please evacuate immediately. You are not an authorised government agent.” The leader of the unit apprehending you flies above and ahead with two others just to tell him this, a white spotlight emitting from the centre.

“Evacuate immediately or you will be placed under cust—” Suddenly, you break out of their grasp as you swerve to hit the three jets with your tail, making them fly away and hit a faraway building.

Kenji whistles. “Damn, is that what happens to authorised government agents?”

As you fully get out of your bindings, yours and Kenji’s eyes meet.

“Ken, your heart rate is spiking.”

You land in the water, swimming away as the jets chase after you. But your injuries were slowly but surely catching up on you. Bites and some electric burns from Neronga that resembled jellyfish stings, and wounds and scratches from the multiple missiles you had to endure. Not to mention swimming around for days on end without rest.

Still, you push on.

“Shit.”

Kenji's colour timer starts to blink. And as you and the KDF disperse, Ken panics, jumping and going into flight with a course to where he parked and hid his personally modified Honda NM4 Vultus in orange.

“Did he call? He's definitely gonna call.” Kenji asks Mina.

“Yes, he called.” Kenji groans at the confirmation, just as he was released from his transformation, landing on a dark street as he grasped his hurt shoulder. Fuck.

He hums, annoyed. “Awesome. Oh, God.” His shoulder hurt, his whole body hurt after getting beatings from the electric armadillo.

Kenji's mind suddenly drifts back to you.

“Mina,” he calls out as he limps to his bike, getting settled. The AI program hums in return. “That... other... kaiju, not Neronga.”

“Yes, Ken?”

“Are there no records of her anywhere? I don't think I’ve seen one like her before.”

“I’ll try to search, Ken.”

Incoming live, there is another kaiju attack spanning from Akihabara to Tokyo Port City. There, not only one, but two kaiju were spotted. The other seemed to resemble a— Click.

“Tadashi, stop watching the news. It was just a kaiju.” Hiro bellows, now back in the confines of their shared room after Aunt Cass finally finished fussing around them after the night’s incident.

“It wasn't a normal kaiju.” His brother replied, arms on his knees as he contemplated.

“Kaiju aren't exactly normal. They're the only things going against the stable laws of science! Next to Japan’s personal superstar ‘guard,’ of course... Plus, I need to focus if I want to get into your nerd school, you know?”

“Still gonna work after tonight?”

Hiro shrugs. Honestly, he was too tired to think. Tadashi sighs. “Get some rest. There's a baseball game tomorrow with the Giants and they’ve got a new player.”

“Oh, yeah. I almost forgot.” Hiro remarks, plopping back-first on his bed. “Guess we'll have to cheer extra hard so big sis can gloat about her favourite team winning.”

Tadashi chuckles, a melancholic tone follows.

They’d just gotten in your car after Tadashi had to save Hiro from his first time win in bot-fighting. And... getting caught by the police, where you had to bail them out. The kid was still in highschool and he's already sneaking off on his own.

“Wanna get takeout?” You ask, breaking the train of thought Tadashi had. Hiro hollers from the back, “KFC!”

“Chicken, huh? What about you ‘dashi?” You ask, sparing him a glance as you keep driving.

He grins. “Sushi.”

“Sushi, it is.”

“Hey, no fair!” Hiro objects.

You laugh, and flash them a grin. “We’ll all order what we like, eat at the café, and watch as my Giants win!”

“Yeah.” Tadashi replies to Hiro, a mirror of his reply in his memory.

“You think their new player's got it in the bag?” Hiro asks, getting up on his elbows to look at Tadashi who was getting comfortable on his own, hands splayed out and placed behind his head.

“The Giants will so win.”

Yeah, no one was going to win.

Of course, everyone thought Kenji would, getting the ball in after two strikes because of his strained shoulder. Trying out a new batting pose for his last strike. And now, just seconds before batting his grand slam...

“Hiro, do you hear that?” Tadashi furrows his brows, head hidden behind the cap with the Giants logo. Hiro stuffs his face with a hotdog.

“Hear what? The whirrs? I think they’re just some helicopters passing by or something.” Hiro shrugs.

“No it’s—”

“...water sloshing.” Kenji whispers beneath his breath, standing still between the bases. And just in time, a burning government helicopter crashes past the stadium, shocking the crowd in silence as Kenji stood in the middle of the field, thinking.

“Is that you, girl?” Kenji says, still trying to read the situation. But from the smoke, a familiar silhouette catches his eye. Green eyes penetrate through, and soon its wings spread as it roars to announce its presence. No, it’s...

“Gigantron.”

⌈ Attention! Please proceed immediately to the nearest emergency exit. ⌋

“Three kaiju attacks in two days consecutively!? Are you kidding me?!”

“Keep running, Hiro!” Tadashi yells, grabbing on to the back of Hiro’s hoodie to push him onward, trying to avoid getting stamped on by the crowd and falling debris. Even through the chaos, Tadashi could not be more glad that this one wasn’t the one yesterday.

Meanwhile, Kenji Sato quickly ran out of the New Tokyo Dome. When finally in sight of Gigantron, his brows downturn much like his mouth, sprinting down a railing before haphazardly transforming into Ultraman. His fist upturned, and the kaiju was caught off guard as they collide, allowing for it to drop whatever ball it was holding.

“That is for messing up my game.” Kenji remarks, bouncing around like he just got a good hit in a boxing match. He soon realises it was stupid when Gigantron picks itself back up, towering over Kenji.

“Oh, crap.”

Gigantron, with veins and lines connecting itself from their core to the edges of their wings, huffs in and releases a breath, Kenji immediately fights for cover behind his shield.

⌈ Scramble all jets. Kill Gigantron, retrieve the package. And if she shows up again, take her as well. ⌋

“What the hell?” Kenji gasps, out of breath, when suddenly Gigantron flew away.

“Ken, you saw what the KDF did to the unidentified kaiju yesterday. They will kill Gigantron.. if you don’t help.” Mina interjects Kenji’s thoughts, grunting, he readies himself for flight. The sounds of whale songs return, and as Kenji flies to reach both Gigantron and the jets chasing after the kaiju, it sounds stronger.

Why are you extra noisy today?

Kenji shakes his head, now caught up to the jets.

⌈ Vulture’s Nest, we are approaching— Uh, are you seeing this? ⌋

“Hey! Guys! Gigantron is actually flying away.” He tilts his head, “So, I don’t know, uh,” He shrugs lightly before bumping into one of the pilots lightly as if to prove his point more, “maybe turn those birds around and head on home.”

His bargains turn empty when the pilot, oh so rudely, flies away, prompting the rest of the unit to pump up the gas. Kenji groans, annoyed.

“You see what I get for trying to be the good guy?”

“You are supposed to be the good guy.” Kenji inwardly rolls his eyes.

Okay, maybe not the KDF. Kenji thinks, speeding up himself, steady in flight, like swimming through the air as he now faces Gigantron.

“Hey there, Mr. Gigantron.” Kenji waves. Gigantron screeches, “Woah!”

Okay look, “If you give me whatever that thing is, those planes back there miiight leave you alone.”

And... he’s ignored. Gigantron growls, and the KDF resumes blasting the kaiju, its hold slipping from the orb it’s holding. It dips down quickly to save it, accidentally, or perchance not, its tail slaps against Kenji.

⌈ Vulture’s Nest, Gigantron is in missile range. Targeting... Holding fire! Ultraman’s back. ⌋

“Please!” Kenji catches up to the beast, “They’re going to kill you!”

Back in the Kaiju Defense Force Headquarters... ⌈ Sir. We have target lock. ⌋

⌈ Ultraman may get caught in the blast if we fire now, Sir. ⌋

“I don’t care about Ultraman. Will the package survive the blast?”

⌈ Yes, Sir. ⌋

“Then take the shot!”

Within seconds and multiple pleads, Kenji sees the dancing of a hundred missile launchers heading their way. The sound of a massive explosion in the sky can be seen through the mass expanse of Tokyo and all Kenji could feel, despite attempting to soften the strong blasts, was the heat of falling. It hurts, everything did. And he fell, and fell, like a star in the sky; ready to meet the ocean, and the sounds of it.

[...]

In a distorted manner, ruptured from the explosion, Mina checks up on Kenji.

“K -[Static]- Ken. Are... [Static] Are you okay?”

For a second, all Kenji could see was black; like he passed out. It felt like he saw a flash of his past. Is that what people call ‘Seeing their life flash before their eyes’? He was trying to get his bearings after lying face-first in the water, clutching his head. A massive migraine in its wake. Panting, almost panicking regarding his whereabouts.

Then, behind him, the sound of steps on water catches his attention. He gasps, almost surprised, forgetting what he was here for in the first place. Gigantron whines, a pitiful look in its eyes; yet the adoration was visible when it approached the orb, caressing it with its face slowly, releasing a sonic cry, a call, one last time... before she fell. Slowly, the light spreading across her body dying down as she releases pitiful hums, her wings slowly folding, and her eyes... closing.

Kenji witnessed it all. The downfall of Gigantron.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The orb resonates, slowly dipping into the water. Much like kaiju, Kenji had the buoyancy to stay afloat when needed, how much so needed. So he walks over slowly towards the beeping orb, too speechless, too tired, too... everything, to say anything. Kenji holds the orb in his hands, in time when it sheds off the metal armour; revealing a violet-coloured egg.

It twitches, it cracks. Kenji holds his breath, then, he gasps out air-for-air, remembering his dire need for oxygen to travel up his brain right now. Maybe then, he’ll be able to think more clearly. The cracks intensify, and it finally hits Kenji.

“No. No, no, no, no, no.” He shakes his head. “Uh... No.” He examines the egg, willing it to listen to him. “No, no, no.” He whispers. Please.

It cracks open. A quiet birth, like how the metal armour shaved off from earlier, this time the egg opens like a gift. Within reveals a pink baby kaiju, nestling into his bigger hands. It curls up, most likely cold. Light pulses of pink coming from within its body.

“Oh...” He coos. Kenji’s tense shoulders relax as he takes in the newborn life just within the palms of his hands.

Then, would you love a kaiju?

In that moment, it felt like the stars parted for them. The calming sound of waves, and the hiccups and sniffles of this baby kaiju. However, the disrupting sound of distant whirring takes Kenji out of this trance. From afar, he can see the lights from the KDF jets, trying to see past the dissipating smoke of the explosion. He looks back.

Gigantron remains frozen.

So, he dips gently into the water, a course already set. While Kenji swims away, he is unaware of another presence attempting to catch up.

When he arrives into the underwater entrance of his abode, the glass container opens before closing once more to limit the amount of water that would enter. He bangs repeatedly inside, knocking. It beeps, and Kenji slides in.

“Mina! Emergency analysis.”

“Scanning for injuries.” Mina replies, a blue light emitting from the floating robot. Kenji lays his head on the floor, still shaken. His hands are clutched on to his chest.

When Mina finally arrives to his enclosed hands, the scanning light from Mina turns red, thinning into a line pointing to the centre of his knuckles. Kenji feels a little nervous.

“Ken, this is very strange. According to my readings, you have a... a second heartbeat?”

“No.” Kenji immediately denies, “It’s not my heartbeat, Mina...” He opens his palms immediately, and Mina reels back.

“Oh! My God. Is that—”

“Yep. It’s the end of the world.” Kenji cuts her off, sitting up, the slippery-scaled kaiju slipping past his torso down to the floor. “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He ushers.

“Um, is it okay?” Kenji asks hesitantly. Mina encircles the baby, visibly interested, and it turns out, the baby kaiju was too.

“She, Ken. The infant is a she.” Mina chastises lightly. “Her breathing seems normal. Reflexes okay. Heart rate seems slightly elevated, but—”

“Just give me the bad news.” Kenji interjects once more, carrying the baby in his hands as it makes grabby towards Mina.

“I have absolute no specific data on infant kaiju physiology.”

“Wait, I’m sorry.” He chuckles, putting the baby down. “I’m sorry. Didn’t Mom and Dad program everything they knew about these.. things,” He pertains to the now running baby chasing Mina once more. “into your electric brain?”

“She is not a thing, Ken. And we’ve never seen an infant kaiju. No one has.”

“Great. Super helpful. Yeah, I think I’d be better off asking Siri.”

“Ken, I’m not the one who brought a giant baby kaiju home.”

Kenji shrugs. “Uh, we have to figure something out.”

And just his luck. His colour timer starts to blink. “Ugh, great.” He remarks. His eyes drift towards the baby kaiju between his legs who then begins to blink the same way his colour timer did.

“Wh-why is she changing colours?” Kenji points out.

“Maybe you should ask Siri.”

Kenji chuckles, albeit sarcastically. He points to Mina. “Do not start, Mina.”

“If I were to guess, Ken, I’d say she has... imprinted on you.”

This makes Kenji crawl back while the baby kaiju tried to chew on his colour timer.

“No. No, no, no! No, no, no!” He stands up in haste, pulling the baby off him. “Are you saying—”

“Yes, Ken.” Mina confirms, floating next to the kaiju at arms length away from Kenji. “She thinks you are her mother.”

Kenji tries to stand up to full height in sheer shock. He only ends up bumping his head. And as if on queue, a repeated banging on his underwater window catches all three of their attention. Your face, bruised and scratched up, was downturned into a scowl as you bang your fist on the glass.

“It’s...” Mina starts.

The sound of the sea grows stronger in Kenji’s ears, overwhelming him more. It’s less calming now. It’s like a storm, adding to his stress, and he doesn’t know what to do.

“No, not now. Don’t tell me— ugh, I’ve— I’ve got a life to live! A title to win!” Kenji starts spouting, not taking his eyes off you, like he was reasoning himself fruitlessly. The kaiju, seemingly sensing his stress, looks worried herself.

Your brows downturn even more, but your eyes dart over to the newly-born infant and your eyes soften. Your forehead meets glass, suddenly, the storm in Kenji’s head clears. It’s the sound of birds, and distant whale songs and light rain over bright clouds. The giggles of the baby kaiju suddenly overtake the room as she jumps in delight, trying to wriggle out of Kenji’s hands. Kenji allows the kaiju to slip out of his hold, where he watches her approach you, separated by the strong glass. You stop banging on the window, palms with translucent webs connecting each of your fingers are splayed out next to your face on the glass.

Then, you smile.

And Kenji’s heart skips. The beeping of his timer turns rapid.

And he’s out of Ultraman form in an instant.

Kenji grunts as he lands on the floor, the sound catching the baby kaiju’s attention. She crawls over to where Kenji was, and as Kenji gets up to his feet, faced immediately by the 20 foot baby, he simply waves awkwardly.

“Eheh, hi...”

The kaiju’s face scrunches before disaster came. She let out a sonic wave, to you, echolocation; to Kenji? A force against his collection of sports cars. Kenji gasps in devastation at the sight of his cars falling down atop each other in a pile.

“What the heck was that!?” The baby stands up, continuing her cries as she desperately tries to look for her missing father.

“She’s scared of you,” Mina consoles. The cries of the baby make you start pounding on the window again. But slowly, you’re losing strength.

Meanwhile, Kenji still has to get out of his predicament with the baby now chasing after him, releasing sonar energies left and right.

“Scared of me? She’s 20 feet tall!”

“She doesn’t know you. She knows Ultraman.” Mina explains.

Kenji glances to your side, your indignant face giving him an idea. “Mina! Let her in!”

“Let— What?”

“Maybe she can calm the baby better when she’s actually here!?” Kenji reasons out, trying his best to outrun the 20 foot-tall baby.

Mina digresses, immediately sending out a signal beep by the door next to the window. The first opening door catches your attention, making you swim over. When finally within the entrance, Mina closes the first door, locking you within and preventing the rest of the ocean to flood in the basement. And soon enough, you’re sliding in, tail and all.

Luckily, you don’t flap like a fish looking for air. You could still breathe in normal air.

Your sudden intrusion catches the baby kaiju’s attention, allowing for it to bound to you, forgetting quickly about Kenji. The baby silences, your tail lightly swishes to form a protective nest. You coo, internally, a familiar tone within the recesses of Kenji’s mind. Once everything was more calm, Kenji notices your laboured breathing.

“Mina, do another analysis. But for her.”

She does as told, floating over to you, a blue light scanning over your features.

“A fractured tail, six out of twelve ripped fins attached to her tail, multiple bruises, scratches, and she has a concussion. She might pass out in...”

Now.

Just in time, you fall lifeless on the floor, breathing barely visible. Kenji feels a shocking amount of panic claw through his chest when this happened. “Mina!? What’s going on? She’s not—”

“She’s fine, Ken. She’s just sleeping. But she does need treatment.”

The baby kaiju stops rubbing herself against your tail, noticing your lack of movement garnering back her sadness.

“And put the baby in the biggest containment unit.”

“Got it, Ken.”

Mina got to work as Kenji weighed his options. He approached you slowly, noticing that you’ve gotten much smaller compared to when you first appeared to him at Tokyo Port City. The baby was successfully contained with a little movement to not include your tail, catching the baby off guard.

“Mina, I think she’s... she’s getting smaller.” Kenji remarks, hand hovering over you, before briefly deciding to finally touch your shoulder.

What he didn’t expect next was to be tackled on the ground, your face inches away from his as you presented with a scowl, growling as if you were trying to intimidate him (he wasn’t). Shocked and eyes wide, he notices you’re as big as a normal human now, though your iridescent eyes and hair remain the same, still telling of your kaiju self as a few shining scales were littered across your body.

“Hey, hey. Are you okay? I’m not bad, I swear.” Kenji whispers in a reassuring tone. Your anger-addled mind was making his mind similarly muddled; though the angry part was more so yours than his.

You continue glaring at him, though the growling stopped. Your hair went over your face, and it was muscle memory, for Kenji to allow his hand to tuck it behind your ear. And only then does he look down and notice... you were practically naked. From shock, he tries to stand up, but your hands slip from the ground while he tries to scramble away, and...

Your lips accidentally meet.

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