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NeteyamxFem!HumanReader Reincarnated Part 3

Warning: Somewhat angst, and cussing

Index: Rebecca, and the Reader go to try and find Jake Sully and meet someone along the way

The helicopter roars in your ears even with the ear muffs on, you see the world around you as you try to take in all in something new always catches your eye.

The land seemed so familiar yet so unfamiliar as if you’ve been here before but it’s buried deep in your memories you shrug it off remembering what you’re there for.

Rebecca soon lands the helicopter in a open area surrounded by trees once your feet hit the solid ground deja vu washed over you.

A memory you seemed to have forgotten about played in front of you, you were in the same area and you seen yourself at least the girl looked at sounded just like you a boy standing a few inches anyway “C’mon hit me again” the boy said you smiled “Please you’d fall to hard then i’d have to explain to your dad what happened” the boy charged towards you “Neteya-“ You were knocked back into reality where someone hit your thigh.

“Yo Y/n c’mon there are things to do with your tall blue ass” you shook your head and seen Rebecca standing there looking up at you “Right, okay let’s go.”

You both walk through the deep forest you’re ears picking up the slightest noises your had the hood of your shirt over your head since the shirt came with a hood attached you felt eyes on you the whole time walking “Hey Bec stay ready” She nodded her gun ready for anything.

Before you could even really react you pushed Rebecca down and a arrow landed right where she was she looked horrified at what had just happened “Bec get back to the helicopter now.”

Becca ran off you kept your eyes in the direction the arrow came from. whatever it was didn’t move.

You smirk “Whatcha hidden for,” you say as you readied your gun for any threats “you know i like to see who i’m fighting seems kinda like cheating wouldn’t you agree” you say as you wait for the person to walk out and show themselves.

A few moments later your ears prick up at the noise of someone walking towards you as you look up you see a man who’s taller then you standing at 10’1 you only standing at 9’.

“Holy shit” you whisper the man stared at you in wonder “So you finally came out after what like 15 minutes” you say smirking at the man i front of you he looked oddly familiar as if you’ve met him before seeing him comforted you which made you stare at him longer than you should’ve.

After staring at you for a few moments he got ready to attack to which he knocked your hood off seeing your face when he did his eyes widened and he was stunned taking this as your chance you kicked his feet from under him.

He laid on his back his breathed knocked out of him as you swiftly grabbed his bow and threw it “Ouuu, yea gotta be faster than that” his eye widened at your words your voice sounded like his bestfriend who had passed years before this.

Once he caught his breath he hopped up and ran away not because he was scared to fight but because he was in shock and somewhat unnerved by your voice he ran back to where they stayed in the floating mountains since home tree was destroyed.

Where he arrived back Neytiri greeted him “My son, are you ready to choose a mate” she looked at him hope in her eyes he shook his head and walked passed her.

“Neteyam, you must choose a mate Y/n died year’s ago and it’s time for you to let her go,” she said pleading with her oldest son to find a mate for he is the only clan leader who had never had one “even if she was still around she couldn’t be your mate no matter how much you loved her.”

“And why not mother” Neteyam said anger in his voice from bringing her up “Because-“ he turned to face her “Because why?” he was getting angry from bringing you up even after knowing his soul shattered the day she closed her eyes “Because she was a human! Na’vi with a human it- it just doesn’t work Neteyam!” He huffed holding his tongue and made his way to where he stayed.

His mothers words hurt him but deep down he knew she was right Y/n would have to have had a Avatar to at least let them be mates it’s just how it worked.

Neteyam sat there thinking about how that Na’vi in the woods looked very similar to his bestfriend and sounded just like her “It’s not possible” he stood up and called his Ikran which came to his side he then took off back to where he had last seen you.

You were talking to Becca “Jesus, Becca calm down i told you everything i know” Becca looked at you and sat next to you “I know i’m trying Y/n but what if he’s the guy you seen from your dream from when we were kids.”

You only looked at her

“That’s fucking impossible.”

[solarianradiance]

“J-J-JAKE!” Shouted Finn.

“FINN!” Shouted Jake.

“DUDE! YOU’RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS, BUT YOU G-GOTTA LISTEN!” Finn demanded.

“You fought the Ice King who left you frozen where while he kidnapped Princess Bubblegum?” Jake asked.

“O-o-oh... y-y-you already kn-n-now?” Finn shivered.

“Yeah!” Jake replied in a flat voice as he picked up a large rock, using it to strike with great force against the ice of Finn’s feet. The icy shackles shattered easily, having been cracked by the invisible woman. “Kinda figured that out with all the ice and stuff.”

Finn stumbled over; he was free but still cold. “B-b-but how did you know it wa-...w-w-was Princesss-s-s-s-s-s-s bubblegum?”

“이 사람은 누구입니까?” Asked Lady Rainicorn she floated in.

“W-w-w-what the chuck-wagon is that?!” Finn said, almost panicking.

Jake stretched himself into a cozy sweater and attached himself to his brother to warm him up. “Ease yourself buddy, take it easy! Lady is a friend! She knows the Princess! Found her up the river! She explained everything!”

“음, 바나나가 대부분을 설명했습니다. 우리는 거의 이야기하지 않았습니다.” Said the Rainicorn.

“Yeah, I guess ya did, sorry ‘bout chewin your ear off like that, you were kind of... dazed.”

“그녀가 붙잡힌 것 같습니다.” Said Lady as tears welled up in her eyes. “나는 그녀를 구출해야합니다!” She then flew off, crying and sobbing.

“Wait, WAIT! COMEBACK!!! Aw danggit!” Jake scoffed in frustration.

“What she say? D-do ya know?” Finn asked.

“Never mind that, you doin okay man? Anything broken?” Jake asked, wanting to know if his brother was injured.

“Nah, J-...j-just cold... and down.” Finn asked as she breathed.

“Okay, you fought the Ice King, right? Tell me what happened!”

“What’s it look like happened?!” Finn said with anger peppering his words with a touch of sadness. “I flumped up! He stole the Princess and almost killed me! A-and... I-I... couldn’t keep my promise.”

“Promise? What promise?”

“I... promised I would protect her, l-like a hero would, like Billy!” He said in a glum voice. “But then I broke it cuz I didn’t finish off the Ice King like I think I should have and he got the upper hand and left me here while he carried off the Princess.”

“Wow... that’s a doozy! And a lot to take in!” Jake contemplated. “Hmmm, you said you didn’t finish him off? What do ya mean zactly?”

“Um... basically I knocked the cobs out of him and he was down and knocked out cold, or at least we thought he was. Princess Bubblegum told me to... finish him off. But I didn’t, so he got the upper hand. Now the Princess is kidnapped cuz I didn’t have the strength to do what was right.” Finn hung his head in shame. “All cuz I didn’t wanna finish off a guy who just tried to kill me.”

Jake was concerned for Finn, usually he was energetic, but this defeat was a really blow to his ego. But Jake was also a bit proud of his Brother for sparing a fallen foe. In fact that’s what he’s gonna go with in this peptalk.

“Naw dude.” Jake said as he unsweatered himself from Finn and returned to normal in front of him. “What you did took real inner strength to do!”

“Huh?” Finn asked, confused. “No it didn’t! I shoulda finished him off like the Princess ordered me to! Then this mess wouldn’t have gone down! I don’t have what it take to be a hero!”

“No. What you did is something a lot of peeps forget about. Mercy! You showed mercy to a worthy foe and didn’t forget he was a person.”

“Dude! He tried to FREEZE me to death! After I vouched for him to boot! I shoulda taken him down! Like Billy would have, no probs!” Finn countered, anger souring him.

“No. Finn. You showing mercy is something that sets you apart from Adventurers and keeps you from being an Evil Villain or a Neutral Mercenary. You didn’t lose track of your moral code! That makes you a Good Hero, by the process of elimination ironically!” Jake explained with a modest cheerfulness.

“That... kinda makes sense.” Finn agreed, slightly feeling better about his actions.

“Heck yeah it does! A real jerk woulda killed the dude that tried to kill you while he was down. But you didn’t! That makes you a real Knight in fabric armor AND safe from any legal prosecution to it being well within the parameters of self-defense! I think. Don’t quote me on that.” Jake said with half-hearted certainty.

“Yeah, I guess that really does make sense. Thanks Jake.” Said Finn, with a bit more of his usual pep in his words, a sign the pep-talk worked.

“Ya darn welcome buddy! Now come along with me! We got a Rainicorn and her Princess to save and an Ice Guy’s butt ta kick!” Jake beckoned.

“What?! Heck no! We can’t take him on!” Finn protested.

“Why not? You took him down, like you said! We can take that guy no problem!” Jake scoffed.

“Yeah, but only becuz he was holding back the whole time a goofy weirdo! He’s way stronger than we are!” Finn explained, worried about their mortality. “We’re just a couple of level 2 adventurers going up against a level 13 Dungeon Boss! Psycho is way outta our level range! He’ll destroy us! We’ll be TPK’d before we even reach his hideout! It’s suicide!”

“Well what do you expect us to do then?! Play cards or somethin!?” Jake asked.

“We go home and let the professionals deal with it! This whole adventure sitch is bonked!”

“Dude! We ARE the professionals!”

“No, we’re not! Or at least I’m not! I’m a kid!”

“Finn, where the heck is this coming from?! You were dungeon diving and fighting off monsters just yesterday! I know you’re still new to all of this, but setbacks comes with the territory of this profession.”

“Yeah, but... nobody elses life has been on the line quite like this! I’m worried the Ice King might kill her or something messed up like that if we go to rescue her! He WAS about to 69 me! So won’t he go crazy and 69 her?”

“He...WHAT?! 69?! Where tha heck didjya hear that term from?! Goodness!” Jake asked, going full parent mode.

“From the Ice King! It means killing people! I think ...right?” Finn answered.

“Uh... yeah, except it’s 86. 86 is the term. 69 is... meaningless nonsense. He made a mathematical mistake.” Jake said with relief he didn’t have to explain what 69 actually meant, or as to why people would ever 69. It was that sort of subject Jake would probably never fully explain to Finn if he can help it.

“Look, Finn, that girl needs our help! She needs that help NOW, and you made a promise to protect her! This is EXACTLY what we signed up for!” Said Jake, trying to motive his brother.

Finn remained anxious and fearful. He did not want to face the Ice King again. “But he’s so much more powerful! Like I said! Way too much for either of us to handle! He can 1-hit kill us dude! I love Mom & Dad, but I ain’t ready to see em yet!”

“Maybe, but it’s like ya said! We’re a coupl-a-level-two’s goin up against a level 13 Ice Wizard that you almost defeated by yourself! With our levels combined, we’re a level 4 party duo! Our power just doubled! You know what that means?!”

“That’s Algebraic!” Finn said with an upbeat flatness.

“Yup!” Jake confirmed. “And since we’re a pair, that means we got extra actions on the guy!”

“Which makes it calculicious!” Finn said as he hopped to his feet with growing enthusiasm.

“Yeah! Calculicious!” Jake agreed. “And with our combined creative wits and skills, makes our overall chances of taking him down way higher!”

“Alphanumeric!”

“YEAH! I think, maybe, probably.” Jake being unsure of his brother’s phrases.

“PROBLEMATIC!” Finn shouted.

“Darn right it is! And what this problematic... problem... um... needs is a... coupla do-gooders like us to solve it...”

There was a long awkward pause between the two. Neither was sure of what to say or do.

“Point is Finn, don’t doubt yourself so much! You got this bro! We both do! Together!” Jake then gave Finn a grin. “What time is it?” Jake asked, barely concealing his excitement.

“It’s...” Finn began, inhaling, knowing exactly what Jake meant. “ADVENTURE TIME!!!” He yelled out for all the world to hear. Finn & Jake then bumped their fists together.

“That’s my brother! Now let’s go fulfill that promise you made to the Princess and go rescue her! Come along, Finn!” Jake stretched himself larger, becoming quadrapedal, upon which Finn hopped on top of.

“Wait! Hold up!” Finn said with urgency.

“What is it? Gotta take a leak?” Jake asked.

“Nah, see that rod thing in the ice?” Finn pointed at a particular part of the stream, still frozen.

Jake spotted what he meant and broke through the stream and pulled it out, examining the item. “What is it?” He asked.

“Flamethrower! It’s the Princesses! Might come in handy!” Finn said, as he checked to see if it was still working, which judging by the burst of fire into the air, it was. “WHOA-OH!!”

“Careful with that man! Playin with fire is dangerous!” Jake said mindfully. “But you’re right, this could come in handy!”

The two then rode off into the mid-morning sunrise.

Finn was feeling much better, especially after having sat on that ice for so long. But he still felt sadness and anger towards himself for failing the Princess and a fear of facing the Ice King again. He did not want to die, but he also felt the fear of failing her again. He did not know which was worse.

But he was also curious about the Invisible girl. Who was she and how long was had she been there during the fight? Why did she not do anything? Or WAS she doing something? Or was she really a girl and not just a really girly sounding guy?

Most important question of all in this moment, why were they heading towards the Candy Kingdom?

“Uh Jake!” Finn piped up.

“Yeah buddy, what is it?!” Jake said with excitement.

“We’re supposed to be going to the Ice Mountains!”

“OH!” Jake said with surprise as he course corrected by turning into the right direction. “I knew that!”

“Haha! Silly Dog!” Finn commented, jolly as a rancher.

Adventure Time Presents: The Good, The Fair & The Beautiful. - Chapter 9 - Zalloj - Adventure Time (Cartoon 2010) [Archive of Our Own]

[kosomolski-dolls]

I hate the state of my mind right now.

I want to sell some dolls because it feels so cluttered. I know I don't have to DO anything with them, I can just collect them, but at this point, I'm slowly but surely running out of space.

My dolls are pretty to look at and I love them all, wouldn't have bought them otherwise.

But my "Dollieverse" is highly character- and storydriven, so having a bunch of dolls that don't even have a name feels just... wrong.

I know it is bs, but... I'm trying to go with "does it spark joy" etc.

But what do you do when you want to sell, but nobody buys? I have a few sales up and I think they're decently priced? I'm asking A LOT less for each of them than what I paid myself. And still, the best I get is "I'm interested in doll X", and then nothing anymore.

And it gets a little frustrating.

Because at this point I now "have" to go and put dolls for sale where I'm not that sure that I want to sell them. Dolls, that I really like looking at, dolls that had time to get at least a name, or dolls that I feel otherwise attached to (like big tiddie girl which I bought together with my gf).

But idk, they feel like such a waste of space right now...

But then I'm kinda scared. What if I DO sell these now, and the reason why I sold them was just my bad mental state at the moment? All the stress from work, from looking at the looming doom in the world, etc. Or what if I'm just overwhelmed because I added a lot of Detective Conan character dolls to my collection lately. What if that hype cools down sooner than later and then I have all these pretty, but kind of "useless" characters taking up the space and I sold all the others?

I'm mostly just venting at this point. Venting and rambling, trying to sort my thoughts.

I feel like it would all be easier if there were still a market, you know? But everything is so slow and it feels like too much of a hassle to deal with...

And then I haven't even STARTED talking about my fashiondoll collection...

I have quite a few because I took part in quite some swaps over time... and while I hold these dear, I also feel like they are just... taking up space that I could use better?

But what to do if I want to let them go? Should I ask the people that I got them from if they want them back, so they can sell them? Should I just give them away?

sigh.

I don't even know if I want advice for this. A friend keeps telling me to put the dolls away and if I miss them, to keep them, and if I don't miss them, to sell them. But the thing is, this isn't how my brain works. I have some dolls that only exist as floating heads sharing bodies. So while they're not on a body, I don't miss them. And only when it's their time to possess the body, my brain goes back into "oh yeah, that doll exists" mode.

I think the only doll I'd ACTUALLY miss if I put her away would be my MNF Ruth. Everyone else? idk man.

Whatever. I might put some more feelers/sales out there. Keep your eyes open.

[possiblytracker]

coughs loudly. scheduling this post for slightly later today so i have time to get lunch and not chicken out before it goes up

firstly i gotta apologise for dropping off the face of the earth. in hindsight it was creeping up on me for a long time I just didn't think anything of it/had enough stuff going on to ignore it for a while, but ive been wrestling with pretty abysmal mental health that just kinda hit me like a truck back in august. i wont get too much into it but things just ground to a halt and in the span of a week or so it legitimately felt like i stopped being a Person- i just stagnated, felt like i lost the ability and will to do anything or enjoy things or create like i used to, all my energy went into keeping it together in front of my family, and it made me way too anxious and ashamed and guilty to want to show my face. like who would want to put up with my stupid bullshit, right (wrong! that idea just made me unbelievably worse and i regret it extremely, but my anxiety was going extremely unchecked at this time). i don't think i've ever been that depressed before and i didn't at all know how to handle it or begin to claw my way out

fortunately, a combination of getting exercise + touching grass regularly and new enrichment/hyperfixations to latch onto like an orphaned duckling are very recently kicking some life back into me so to speak. who wouldve thought. and now where i used to still feel stomach-turning dread and paranoia thinking about getting back on tumblr and discord a week or two ago, it finally feels like i can handle dipping my toes back in. i'm making this post first bc i know most of my friends will see it, and that feels less taxing than explaining myself a bunch of different times over and over and dragging it out, but ofc i will try and get back into conversation when and as i can (askbox and discord is still best to reach me if you wanted). i'm just really sorry, and I hope you can forgive me, for making you worry or otherwise

i'm not sure what to do from here (i'm considering maybe moving main blogs to a clean slate eventually? this one will still be here i couldnt bear to get rid of it, i've just had it since i was 16 there's Baggage attached) but i'll be trying to ease my way back into relative normalcy before doing anything big ofc. in the meantime i will be vaguely floating around here again. see you around and thank you for your time..

[thirstnotes]

| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Five - Petty Clark |

Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABPlusSizedBlackReader x Bruce Wayne

Warnings : smut, minors DNI, petty Clark, thirsty Clark, obsessive Clark, boomeranged Clark, darkish Clark, stalker Clark, flirty Bruce, petty Bruce, oral sex, overstimulation, voyeurism, attempts at humor, typos

If you don’t like it, don’t read it

Does wandering through the park count as a date if the person you’re wandering with is your fake SO that had no idea you’ve developed a deep, last minute crush on them?

Again, much like the trains leaving the same station, question

Or the if a tree falls and no one is around to hear it does it make a sound kind of question

Fuck it. He still counted it as a date.

But did you?

Of course you didn’t

You were vibing, enjoying the light breeze, strolling alongside him without a care. Positively adorable. He was scrolling through his phone, pretending to be distracted. Anything to take his mind off of the fact that you were window shopping to go on a real date with another man. No, not just a man. Bruce Wayne.

Most people's fantasy.

It seriously made his blood boil.

Any other day, the asshole would be hip deep in Gotham drama. But no, not this time. This time he was skipping his not-so-happy ass around Metropolis, trying to get into mischief, among other things.

Still, he supposed it was good that there wasn't anything too dire happening lately. The most recent emergency being the skirmish in Fawcett when an annoyed Shazam got more than he bargained for when he crossed paths with Black Adam. It took half the Justice League to diffuse the situation and calm Teth the fuck down, which eventually happened, but his phone ended up a smashed casualty the moment he'd arrived to the scene.

Hence the button mashed message that was sent to you.

Why didn't he just send a "you up" text like a normal fuckin person

Granted he was not at all normal

But you didn't know that

Plus, in his own defense, he didn't have a fixation on you like he did now

He took a deep breath for the third time that day, his eyes floating to you when you turned your head to address it.

"Okay. I'll bite. You okay?"

He breathed a laugh. "The concerned tone was a nice touch. Really."

"I know, right?" you beamed with a smirk. He rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"Anyway, I guess I'm just kinda distracted."

"Still thinking about Lois?" you said, feigning an annoyed groan, shaking your head at him, "I swear, dude, whenever you get her, I have every confidence you'll never let her go."

He opened his mouth to give you a saucy retort, but nearly collided with you when you'd suddenly crossed in front of him.

"Well, well. I didn't think leisurely strolls was a Bruce Wayne thing," you said, a small purr in the back of your throat as the billionaire approached you both.

They're not, Clark thought to himself, flashing a cordial smirk to the playboy.

Bruce's eyes flickered to Clark, but remained focused on you. Clark tensed a bit, already sensing the bullshit.

He was used to the theatrics, but he wasn't in the best frame of mind to pretend today. He just wanted to enjoy the ambiance of the park. With you. Bruce seemed not only perceptive to this--as he was supernaturally observant in any given situation--but he seemed to be feeding on it.

He shrugged with an easygoing smirk. "Not usually. You've actually caught me giving the decorations a onceover." True enough, the park was beautifully decorated for the event, fairy lights strung up around the park, ornate signs attached to the streetlamps, the storefronts clean and decorated to impress any and all window shoppers. It was quite a lovely sight. You hummed with an impressed smile.

"Never thought you were much of a hands on guy either. Color me surprised."

"Get to know me," he joked back with a saucy wink and Clark felt his jaw tighten a bit. Especially when you let out a flustered laugh.

"Well, that's the point of the evening, is it not?"

"Overall, I suppose," he agreed, his eyes flickering to Clark again.

"Kent," he said casually, as if finally realizing he was there, "I didn't expect to see you here. Especially without Lane. You rarely see one without the other."

Clark cleared his throat with his usual polite smirk. "I um. I have the day off."

Bruce looked between the two of you briefly, realization flashing across his face. "I see. My apologies. I didn't realize-"

"Oh. Oh no, no. We're just colleagues," you fumbled, sounding ironically similar to a certain photographer. Clark quietly folded his arms when you looked to him for support, instead pinning you with a look that made you look awkwardly back at Bruce.

After a quick pause, you looked between them. "Wait, you two know each other?"

"In passing," Clark said, friendly smile in place, "Throwing his money around at a charity event, I believe?"

You threw Clark a look, but Bruce never faltered, dipping his head with a modest smile. "Something like that, yeah. I'm sorry I had to decline your Daily Planet an interview then, but you'll have to admit. Holding out does have it's benefits."

His eyes found you again and you gaped a bit at him with another flustered laugh.

"You sure it's smart to shamelessly flirt with the woman that's gonna be grilling you this evening?"

He gasped as though he were shot through the heart. "Ouch. Even after I sent you flowers?"

"Admittedly the flowers were a nice touch, but I'm not really the bought off type," you volleyed back with a smirk.

"So there is wiggle room," he sassed with a wicked smirk that made you smile and fold your arms defiantly.

"Providing there's anything left of you after I put you through the gauntlet, I'll let you know."

Bruce breathed a quiet laugh. "Now I can tell you're colleagues."

"Oh yeah. Y/N is ruthless. Always gets her story," Clark supplied, reminding you that he was indeed still there--and apparently very amused by the exchange. You rolled your lips at the subtle jab and shrugged.

"Hallmarks of a good reporter," Bruce said, smooth as silk, "Unfortunately, you'll have to excuse me. I have a few more things to see to before tonight."

He headed towards the park again, pulling a phone from his inner pocket. Once he was out of earshot, you turned to him.

"What was that all about?"

"You ever stop to think of how it might look having my girlfriend on a dinner date with Bruce Wayne?" Clark asked point blank, his eyes rolling from Bruce's back to you. The question obviously threw you; your brows furrowing a bit at his tone.

"...It crossed my mind, but it's an interview, not a trip to Prague," you said, arms still folded solidly, "Besides. That'll make it all the more easy for you to get with Lois...right?"

Oh that's right.

Lois was why he was doing all this in the first place.

It was easy to forget.

He breathed a small, smile. "So now I'm supposed to be the inconsolably heartbroken ex-boyfriend?" You seemed to take the bait and relaxed your arms as you both continued on the sidewalk.

"Well. Not inconsolably. That's the whole point."

He laughed. "It doesn't exactly paint you in a very flattering light either."

"I mean. Gonna have to agree to disagree. 'Bruce Wayne’s Sugar Baby' has a pretty good ring to it."

He laughed louder, pretty blue eyes rolling to the sky. The envy storming behind them was a sharp contrast to the pretty golden hue of the evening beginning to set in. "Sure."

"You obviously don't care for him, do you?"

"Guys like him bother me, yeah," he admitted, relieved to be relieving a bit of the pressure of pretending. You seemed very amused by it, your pretty eyes lighting up at the confirmation.

"Really. Why?"

"I'm sure you'll find out tonight," he said cryptically, purposely refusing to meet your eyes. Your smile melted into a bit of a curious frown, but you shook it off.

"Well anyway, you feeling any better?" you'd asked, in a tone that suggested that you were just about to part ways with him.

"Of course. You go ahead," he said with a reassuring smirk. You gave his arm a light nudge.

"Text you the deets later."

He gave you a light snort. "Do us both a favor and don't."

You snorted back mockingly, crossing your eyes at him. He rolled his at you, jamming his hands in his pockets and backing to head the opposite way.

"Just. Be careful."

"Always," you called, turning and heading into a nearby store.

Night approached unforgivingly quick

Giving him very little time to process the events of the afternoon

Couple that with the very real feelings he had developed for you and it wasn't terribly surprising that he found himself sitting on the building opposite of yours

Modified mask on his face

Behaving very much like the bad guys he usually caught

But he couldn't very well risk getting caught watching your building as Superman, could he?

He watched you from the shadowed edge, having arrived just after you’d taken another shower. This time, however, you were sporting a plush robe, tied loosely around your waist while you laid out your outfit for the evening. You were nervous—he could tell—but your heartbeat was mostly even. Not at all as elevated as when you were touching yourself.

He felt his dick twitch. Bruce didn’t make your heart race like he did.

You hummed softly, letting the robe slip from your body, giving him full, delicious sight of your sexy black lingerie. Strappy and lacy.

His dick twitched again.

You were so fuckin beautiful. The sexy way you gnawed your lip, trying to decide which shoes you were going to wear. The defined curve of your thick hips taunting him as you paced. The cute tilt of your head while you tested your options. You were a work of art.

Dangerous. Coveted. Sexy. On display for him to see, but not touch. Oh, how badly he wanted to touch.

You were fully dressed now, pacing in your front room, phone in hand. You paused to type and his phone immediately vibrated. He pulled it from his pocket.

If you know something about Bruce, just tell me

A petty smirk spread across his face. He didn't answer right away, instead watching you sweat it out for a few minutes.

I don't. Just saying.

Your rolled your eyes at that.

Clark.

Now you're breaking Rule #4

He paused.

There isn't a 4th rule.

He saw a smile twitch at your lips.

Rule #4: Be honest with your fake girlfriend

He rolled his eyes with a smile of his own.

I just don't like silver spoon types like him

Chasing beautiful women is one of his pastimes

You bit your lip, the smile bleeding onto your face giving him a rush he could see himself getting addicted to. You tapped your next message, but you didn't send it immediately, instead moving to your sofa to sit down before finally hitting send.

Clark Kent, did you just call me beautiful?

His smirk turned wicked.

You gonna tell your sugar daddy?

Your heartbeat increased. You were staring at your phone, obviously trying to decide how to take that. You started nibbling on your fingertip with a naughty smirk.

Actually, I just might

He started to type his response when Bruce's town car pulled up to your building.

Because of fuckin course it did.

He tucked his phone away and trailed it to the restaurant and watched Bruce lay on the extra charm all night. He’d axed La Mercerie last minute, instead reserving an entire rooftop restaurant not terribly far from there for better privacy “in the name of his interview”.

Neither you, nor Clark bought the excuse, but, unlike Clark, you seemed very amused at his blatant attempt to get you alone

Clark knew the asshole was actively trying to make sure he could hear them crystal clear while he wined and dined you

It was a very petty, twisted game of chess that seemed to thrill the vindictive man.

Why, was anyone’s guess. Bruce was unhinged.

About as unhinged as he was right then, watching the two of you throw saucy comments at one another.

“Well that about sums up the interview with time to spare,” you said, checking the time on your phone as you stopped the recording.

“Your half, anyway,” Bruce smirked, swirling his glass of Merlot. He read your curious glance and offered a smirk. “Time to tell me about yourself.”

You laughed, not easily won over. Billionaire or no, Bruce was in for a dance of wits. “You’ll have to schedule an appointment with my agent this time.”

He took a sip with a low laugh. “Perhaps I will. You seem well worth the time.”

You rolled your eyes, though Clark could hear your heartbeat increase. Direct compliments always did you in, despite the resistant front you put up in response.

“Wow. You are incredibly forward, Mr. Wayne,” you laughed and he shrugged.

“Bruce,” he softly reminded you for what was probably the third time that evening.

“Bruce,” you parroted back, expecting a response to your statement.

“Unfortunately, it's the only way I know to be, really. I’m not really the ‘beat around the bush’ type.”

“So I see,” you laughed with a saucy smile, swirling your water around in your glass to mimic his earlier action, “Well, you've already found out my favorite flowers, so maybe you know more about me than you let on."

He sat forward, eyes cast to the side, a mysterious smirk on his face. "Perceptive. I do make it my business to know who I'm dealing with. Casual observation does the rest."

"For example?"

He took a small breath, sitting forward, his eyes closing briefly before opening and pinning in place. "You're confident, as evident in your tone and posture. You're very witty and intelligent, but you think before you speak, so you're most likely very popular, and…you’re single.”

You gasped a bit at his immaculate delivery, a small smile tickling your lips. "What makes you think I’m single?"

His eyes lowered and he smirked to himself, sitting back again. "If I may continue to be so bold, your dress doesn’t say, ‘I’m taken’. It says ‘Take me.’”

Your body heat increased. You were embarrassed that he’d read you so easily. Bruce had that effect on people. To Clark, it was annoying, but you…you simply laughed.

“Is that what you hear my dress saying?”

“Was I wrong?”

You paused, eyes cast to your silverware. “Not entirely.”

“In your own words then. What are you trying to say?”

That was how it began

It ended with that very same dress—in addition to your sexy underwear—discarded in a silky pool on the floor of his hotel room.

You were warned against slipping under him, but you couldn’t help yourself

The man was positively delicious

Plus he had a mouth and he knew how to use it

In more ways than one

Besides

There was no way you could’ve known that Clark was Superman and was using his powers to watch everything you were doing that night

In fact, you were doing your best to forget about him and Luke and everyone and everything in that moment

There was only Bruce

Only this moment

No strings

No obligations

He was right at home between your thighs, dragging his tongue along the sensitive tip of your clit. He didn’t have much trouble obliging your overstim desires, his broad hands hooked around your thighs as he did so. Refusing to let you close them as he licked you like one would enjoy an ice cream cone on a hot day—relishing the taste and the feeling on his tongue.

“You’re shaking, Y/N….are you done?” he asked with another drag, tone implying that he most certainly was not.

"Not even close," you smirked, eyes still welded shut while he tormented you.

"Good. The night is young."

He dipped his head for another taste of you—

RRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNG

The sharp ring of the hotel’s fire alarm snapped you both out of it. Bruce breathed an ironic laugh as you shifted to put your clothes back on. Clark Kent was much worse off than even he imagined.

(Part 6)

(Part 4)

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Not In A Chipper Mood

For: @strawberrycamel @higgidigs @thegayonthemoon @sprout

Danny’s not new to injuries but this is certainly a new one and it’s kind of ridiculous. Oh, and it’s also Vlad’s fault even if it’s really not.

Okay. So uh. Danny’s having a bit of a day. Well okay, most of the day was pretty standard, pretty normal. He got judgmental looks from Lancer for un-completed homework, got a swirly from Dash where he had to pretend he actually needed to breath, Jazz called from uni to complain about her roommate and cuss him out a little for recommending she put ectoplasm in the other girls hair dye, and Vlad jabbed him with that stupid Plasmius Maximus thingy ‘cause Danny dyed his cat with beet juice. All pretty standard Danny experiences. What wasn't, however, was him taking a quick nap in a tree only to wind up inside a fucking wood chipper.

How did whoever not notice him??? He has some serious questions about that.

He had more questions about how the heck he was still half alive! Since the wood chipper -that he’s guessing is missing safety features or something- didn't turn off when it encountered something substantially more squishy than a tree, and whoever was supposed to be running this thing had seemingly fucked off. Anyway, he got woken up by his shoulder getting turbofucked by giant blade things, reasonably he assumed it was Skulker being an asshole… it wasn’t of course, and it not being Skulker threw him off enough that he just kinda… didn't do anything until the blade stuff went crush happy on half of his face.

He thought he was going to die die! People don't exactly survive this kinda thing do they? Heh. Talk about dumb ways to die.

He reacted to the face crushing though, obviously. High pain tolerance or no he can, in fact, still feel pain. Unfortunately his still slightly groggy from sleep and confusion dumb ass, decided the best choice was to push himself away from the blade things with his hand… by putting said hand on the blades. That didn't work out so great for him, in that said hand kinda lost the ability to remain attached to the rest of him. His second attempt to get out involved trying to use his feet to wiggle backwards, unfortunately by that point one pant leg hand already been snagged -bye bye knee- and the other foot couldn’t hook on anything around so he just wound up flailing around some and achieving a whole lot of nothing.

Now see, this wouldn't even be a problem if he had access to all his powers. Like, he could have just phased away or floated off or just used his ghost strength to destroy the machine. But no, stupid Vlad and his stupid Maximus thingy or whatever. Sure this even more one hundred percent wouldn't be happening if Danny hadn’t decided to sleep in a tree… and if he had heard the loud ass wood chipper.

… Yeah this was really his own damn fault. Still, fuck Vlad and Danny’s stupid luck too.

Anyway where was he? Oh yeah, so like, the machine was still going chop happy on him when he kinda noticed that his shoulder was just… regrowing an arm, slowly but still; which once again shocked him into just not doing anything, because since when could he regrow limbs! Like it wasn’t going very fast, fuck you Vlad, but it was still going. Which, weird huh? Also weird that his head ain't really a head no more, and he’s not dead. He really should be dead. Lack of a head -and chest, and arms, and one leg- might be contributing to him not being super freaked out though. Like, he’s thinking and feeling but probably not the way he should be, all things considered. On one hand he’s thinking about how holy fuck he is so injured Ancients fuck he should be dying, but on another hand he’s just kinda legit amazed he’s not dead/dying, and on another hand he’s trying to figure out if this bullshit would be classified as a shredding injury or full body disembowelment or dismemberment or disintegration or just being turned into Campbells Chunky Soup™.

Annnnnd he just got a blade to the eye which exploded like a grape, fuckin’ lovely.

At least his powers were slowly, slowly, returning so he was repeatedly reforming -it’s not regrowing at this point, just entirely reforming the scraps back together- faster and faster, not enough to get out but, you know, it was something. He’d like his intangibility back though, that would be way better. Sure maybe someone could show up and actually look after their machine but that wouldn't actually help him, he was a bunch of mangled bits! What was whoever gonna do? besides turning the machine off anyways. Which, okay fine that would actually help a lot, but it would probably also severely traumatise whoever… Danny’d like to not do that, but to not do that he needs his powers back… or to think up another way to deal with this shit.

Even if he manages to fully reform himself he’s just gonna get chopped up again; he’s lost count of how many times his poor right hand has been re-obliterated. But hey, at least his healing is solid enough now that he’s mostly staying in bigger chunks pretty consistently, less stringy shreds/globs and more pizza box sizes of flesh/muscle just kinda flopping and bouncing around. Some of him is in the machine’s inside, and some’s still whacking around in the blades; some is also in the wood chip pile but that was unfortunately only half of his left hand, bits of intestines, and a foot. A fully formed foot and other bits just kinda sitting and wiggling on some wood chips must look really weird. He was trying to make his half hand drag itself over to shut off the machine but it was kinda hard to focus on that, and he couldn’t just form an eye on the hand so he could actually see where his hand’s going.

It wound up falling down a sidewalk drain…

Danny was having a really bad day. A really weird really bad day.

“FEǝɯ ɹ∀ ANW pY BOX- Op HEɹƎ ANNƎIƆTS!”.

And his day just got worse, even with his ears all fucked up and surrounded by loud machinery he knows that’s The Box Ghost’s sorry ass. Well, he might as well try to get Boxy to help Danny unfuck his fuck up, he’s sorta got a mouth… a mouthish thing; and maybe some of a vocal cord. “F y, MACHIN I kn’th k I THE! Oh cank hinonow, canow, y, Bow, OF OF IN OF thin, t INE! TURN THI MACHE t thin, canou t Oheyou OFFFF”. That was intelligible right? Maybe.

“Uhhhhhh. Phoʇu∀m?”… “okaʎ”.

Oh thank fuck, that sounded like an okay. Good. Oop, there goes his eye again; fucking lovely.

Boxy makes some kind of squeaking noise. “Aǝɥʇ llse BUTNO┴S AR Ǝ CIRCUɹ∀˥!”.

“Oh fucks shoe Oh a sake, Boxy! OR SOMETHING!”. He manages to flick the top half of his right hand out of the front of the machine with one of his toes purely to flip Boxy off.

But the Box Ghost grabs the half hand, “yes! YOU TOU┴I HƆ NO MƎ!”. He uses Danny’s fingers to push a circular button and the machine finally turns off. He wants to kick Boxy’s ass, but… the guy does kind of push around the semi reformed globs and chunks of Danny into a sorta square pile. He even goes and gets Danny’s one foot and the partial section of intestines, putting that on the pile that’s just laying in the flat area of the wood chipper; Danny’s eyes reforming enough to see that the Box Ghost is just floating there staring at him awkwardly and fiddling with his fingers.

Danny waits to actually have enough of a mouth and vocal cord to speak properly, “thanks I guess”.

“You have a LOT OF BLOOD and… FLESHY STUFF!”.

“Oh for fucks sake”, Danny rolls an eye, which literally rolls around a little, “yeah. That’s kinda how not being dead dead works seemingly. Fuckin’ jazzed I didn't just make myself deader”.

The Box Ghost points away awkwardly, clearly asking to leave; Danny waves him off with a fully reformed right hand. Sure maybe the guy will go terrorise some folks but that’s pretty unlikely since Danny probably just disturbed the ever loving Hell outta him.

Eventually Danny drags his semi reformed upper right half and some of his attached head -most of said head is inside the machine- over the side lip of the machine and hurls a tooth at the on button to re-mash up whatever’s inside the machine. Letting that go for a bit before using another hurled tooth to turn it back off, and gets to work pulling out all the bits of himself he can.

Honestly? He only grabs the important stuff, major organ bits/core bits and that shit; the rest he can just reform inside himself eventually apparently.

But guess what? Yeah the guy who owns this shit comes back during Danny’s dig time, doesn't bother looking inside the machine to see why it’s off, and just goes to turn it back on.

Danny blinks, watching his right hand get re-obliterated by the blades. Snarling, “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!”. Before mustering up enough energy -which he thankfully somewhat had again- to create some ecto-ice and just lets loose on the blades/insides of the machine while screaming angrily at it.

The man screams, the machine explodes, and Danny walks off in a huff to snag his left hand out of the damn drain.

“WHAT THE HELL! KID?!? THE HELL!”.

“FUCK YOU!”.

“YOU BLEW UP MY MACHINE!”.

“WATCH YOUR DAMN EQUIPMENT! YOU FUCK FACE DIPSHIT!”.

“WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET ALL THIS ICE! HOW’D YOU EVEN GET IT IN THERE!”.

“‘CAUSE YOU PUT ME IN THE MACHINE, HORSE SHIT! AND FROM YOUR MOTHER!”.

“HEY!”.

“FUCK YOU!”.

“FUCK YOU TOO!”.

“FUCK YOU MORE!”. Danny storms off to the guy continuing to shout obscenities at him. Fuck that asshat.

---

Danny barely makes it around the corner when he senses the Box Ghost again, lovely. The ghost’s huddled in a cardboard box with a bunch of cats, Danny walking over and looking over in at him, “you, uh, doing okay there?”.

The Box Ghost goddamn whimpers, petting one of the cats, “I did not know human pulp was possible, and all that wood pulp to make precious boxes is contaminated now”.

Danny tilts his head back and sighs at the sky, oh no, he traumatised the poor bastard. Whoops. “Okay yeah, sorry ‘bout that one”, looking back down at the ghost, “maybe give wood chipper operators shit for not caring to pay enough attention to avoid contaminating their product with an idiots body slash corpse? I though I was gonna die all thanks to my sleeping habits”, tilting his head sideways, eying all the very content looking cats, “though, why is you trauma response go-to a cat cuddle pile?”.

“They appreciate my BOXES OF DOOM houses”, the cats jumped a little and glares at the ghost for the noise, Boxy pats them pacifiyingly.

And sure enough when Danny glances around a little more, yeah tons on boxes, some set up like steps to sleep(?) on top of tall fridge-sized boxes. Some have little cubed roofs made out of very tiny boxes. It was actually kinda fucking adorable actually, Sam would approve. Danny should encourage positive ghost behaviour? Right? Right. So Danny gives the Box Ghost a head pat, “good on you, Boxy. Good on you. I’m suddenly far less inclined to stop your box stealing ways”.

Now that gets the box obsessed ghosts spirits up again, him whisper shouting, “I shall rule as my minions praise my boxed creations!”.

Danny shakes his head and decides to leave the guy alone to cope with Danny absolutely horrifying him only to then encourage his box obsession; besides, now that Danny’s calmed down slightly he’s fucking tired again.

---

Danny only just managed to find a new tree to sleep in -regardless of the apparent consequences he’s still tree sleeping partly out of spite right now, bad decision or not- when his phone goes off, making him glare down at the caller id, "the fuck you want, Vlad".

"Daniel... did you, and I quote, 'horrifically obliterate my stuff with a cold shoulder the size of Texas's ego'?".

Danny gestures exaggeratedly at his phone, "Oh fuck off, that jackass put me in a wood chipper! I was sleeping!".

"In... in a fudging wood chipper?!? Why would you sleep there? What would possess you to choose to do that?!?”.

"No, you idiot! I was in the tree!". Danny’s slept in many questionable place but nowhere nearly that questionable. Holy fuck.

"Are-", Vlad sighs heavily, "are you telling me one of my mayoral employees just stuck a tree with a teenager in it into a wood chipper without looking first? And that said teen idiotically didn’t notice".

Danny snorts, "yup", and pops the 'p'.

Vlad sighs again, "okay. That's great. Nice to know my employees do their jobs. That man is fired five times over. Your foolishness is nothing new though". What fully happened seems to finally hit the rich fucker, "wait, you went into a wood chipper and you're not completely dead? Daniel?"; oh he sounds so concerned.

Danny stretches out some, "yeah, turns out being turned in flesh pulp and chunky soup, thanks to someone zapping away my intangibility, isn't enough to make me kick the bucket the rest of the way".

"Now, Daniel-".

"Oh don't you 'now, Daniel' me, you fruitloop. I could have just phased away after the rude awakening that was getting my shoulder absolutely obliterated by heavy machinery, but someone made that kinda impossible. I'm surprised my ecto worked enough to even bother with the half-assed reforming attempts", huffing, "Boxy wound up rescuing my sorry ass. Boxy. Using some of my detached fingers to push the off button; it was circular. Am I making you want to throw up your shitty wine yet?".

"Slightly, yes. Your life is a ridiculous nightmare; though finding out that at the very least you won't die from such injuries is appreciated".

"Oh fuck off", Danny smirks, "you should see if you'd survive".

"Not happening, Daniel".

Danny tries to sound as earnest and sickly sweet as possible, "I can help?".

Vlad hangs up on him. Jerk. Danny chuckles down at the phone; today didn't end so badly. He is never telling Jazz about this though, not a chance in hell.

End.

Prompts: Danny learns he can't die from dismemberment. and Danny suddenly finds out that halfa biology is more different from human than he thought and Danny wants to blame this on his generally shitty luck. Maybe on his parents (for all they love him, but still manage to hurt him), on Vlad, on Skulker, on the GIW, or on Clockwork (because Danny knows he can see this and still won't help). But really, he might be dying fully this time, and the only one he can really blame is himself. and The box ghost finds purpose among the stray cats of Amity- they appreciate the cardboard kingdoms he builds them!

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hello, so this not a request per se; but seeing your reaction to the latest archon story quest, I was curious, but which nation do you think has the best story arc so far? Sumeru or Fontaine? what you like the most? Just want to hear your thoughts and opinions, that’s all.

oooh that's a good question!! i'll put my answer under the cut because it got kinda rambly and there are spoilers (i'm also quite opinionated i'm warning you now!)

in terms of a consistent plotline, i think Sumeru was better. but in terms of personal enjoyment, i liked Fontaine more.

as for why i liked Fontaine more (except the prison part, fuck that), it's for a number of reasons- i like the characters more (Arlecchino and Furina being two of my absolute favorites), the stakes felt higher and more mysterious (Sumeru i kinda figured out what Dottore and Scaramouche were doing early on), the NPC deaths hit hard because they actually stayed dead (rip Melus and Silver you two will not be forgotten), i really liked the trial aspects, and also FOUL LEGACY APPEARANCE!!!! HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY!!!!! it also helped that Fontaine was the first archon questline to not feature the Fatui as the main bad guys, which i absolutely love

oh and i like the narwhal weekly boss better than the Scaramech boss. in fact i have a bit of a hatred for the Scaramech boss because of how it's entirely based off of the floating rabbit-thing gimmick- the only reasons i generally enjoy doing it is because A.) we're beating up Scaramouche and B.) the music slaps

Furina is also one of my favorite characters in the entire game now. she doesn't quite top Childe/Foul Legacy, Arlecchino, or Baizhu, but she's up there. i liked her from the beginning because she was goofy and dramatic, and now i think her story was beautifully written and it was something i can also relate to in a sense, although obviously not nearly on the same scale as Furina's struggles. Nahida's story was also good and very tragic, but i don't have anywhere near the same attachment to her as i do to Furina (sorry little radish)

Fontaine also brought back the trend of Fatui Harbingers actually feeling intimidating. the last time i really felt in danger around a Harbinger was Dottore, and since he wasn't the focused Harbinger of the arc i knew he wasn't going to do anything super drastic- i kinda knew Signora was going to die (still in mourning btw) and Scaramouche lost his intimidation factor when he tried to become a god, so Arlecchino being a quiet but powerful force through sheer voice and stance is very lovely

also i generally enjoy underwater exploration more than the rainforest and desert desert MORE DESERT exploration in Sumeru, so that contributes to my Fontaine bias

obviously there are some parts that could be done better, like the implementation of the narwhal boss and the plotline flowing a little better and Chlorinde definitely needing more screentime (better than Sara at least), but yeah Fontaine is my personal favorite. also the whole "erase our problems from everyone's memory" conclusion in Sumeru is kinda ehhhh, i can see why they did that but also the tree containing literally all the world's knowledge is lowkey boring and becomes a bit of a plot hole if you think about it. why couldn't we just take a little trip back to Sumeru to find out the origins of Fontaine's prophecy? i'm sure Nahida, bless her heart, would be more than happy to tell us what's up, but obviously we can't do that because it'd be too easy

i think Fontaine had higher highs and lower lows while Sumeru was consistently pretty good, so if you want a good, solid plotline to show someone, show them Sumeru. i liked Fontaine better, but that's definitely personal preference, hope that answers your question!

[cyle]

Hi, in regards to the public api, will 3rd party apps be affected in any way by upcoming changes ? The one I use - multitab Tumblr - is primarily for mass media browsing, so when I click on the "via" blog username attached to a post , it takes me straight to the blog, instead of the previous reblog.

This is obviously unrelated to what anyone is saying about viewing parent reblogs, since that's for conversations, reading previous tags and removed comments. My use case is just for the sake of finding blogs that act as human driven curated collections of media interconnected by this "via" feature. So empty reblogs are incredibly useful to me. But I'm worried they'll get pushed under the rug if this whole system gets redesigned and plastered across the public api.

To make it clear, the user being able to traverse the entire stretch of the via chain isn't important for this particular use case. Simply one via per post - the blog which this post was reblogged from, the blog directly before. So the entire via chain still needs to exist for any via to exist - but it doesn't need to be readily available to traverse by tapping the via. Essentially, if the via acts as it currently does in multitab Tumblr, and the android app I believe - ie tapping it takes me to the via blog of the post I'm viewing, as opposed to the via reblog of the post I'm viewing - that would be perfect.

Maybe I'm asking all this a little too early since I'm still not fully sure how this new post redesign will work. But multitab Tumblr seems to have adopted all the new post and reblog interface redesigns that the default Tumblr app has employed so far. Reblogs are no longer displayed as stacked and indented username lists with lines like they used to be in the old school tumblr textpost screenshots that float around the internet. So the posts have already had a redesign from their original design. and I'm not sure if this new design will be steamrolled over the current one over there too, through API changes. I'm not sure if the multitab Tumblr developers chose to change it, or if they had no choice because the api changed.

Closing thoughts: if Tumblr does end up looking and acting like twitter, that's fine because I like twitter and its many clones, I think it's kinda nicely coded and I like the modularity of posts and threads and how everything links together to facilitate conversation. And it's intuitive, which is why it's popular. However, Tumblr is and always has been the best site for human driven content curation in my opinion, because of the via blog being easily accessible in every post that is a reblog. So by all means , make it flashy and modern and twitter-like, but please don't remove the via blog, at least keep it in the public api.

Tumblr has a media focus, an archive view, pagination by date and post count through the API.... All these things which separate it from twitter in that its focus isn't entirely on conversations, but also media and curation and mass browsing. Essentially Tumblr = twitter + are.na + magic (the via). Please keep it that way. It's such a sweetspot between all these things. And this new post redesign could make it even better if only the via stays.

I suppose it's a niche ask? But a lot of people I'm sure find new blogs they like through clicking on the via instead of the source. I really think it makes tumblr what it is for people. Some blogs are so interconnected and I can see that they've clearly used the via to find a new blog to reblog from, again and again. It just makes everything so interconnected. Thank you times a million. I hope everything is as clear as possible hence the lengthy ask.

hey, yeah, there are no planned changes with the public API. if anything, myself and others on staff are continuously campaigning to open it up more and more, it's just difficult to prioritize that among the many things we have to do. i agree with basically everything you've said here!

"Tumblr = twitter + are.na + magic" is a fun way to put it.

[avariceaside]

SPACE VAST OC GANG!!!! please share more about Gracie I'd love to compare :3

Yeah!! Another Vast Oc for the pile!!

Hoo boy where do I start with Gracie. I think she'd have always been a bit obsessed with the space and the ocean as a kid, and become an avatar after nearly drowning on a open ocean diving trip with her parents. She went a bit too deep (fell into a Vast area) and ran out of oxygen, but was just like "eh, worse ways to die. I'll admire the ocean in my final moments" and kinda just, accepted the Vast. Idk how to really put it. It kinda filled a longing in her, a void in her soul that yearned for the endless expanses and infinite blues I think is the best way to say it.

Overall she's pretty carefree, and just uses her powers to chill in the void and/or infinite sky, while occasionally throwing some poor dude into the Vast. I think her favorite would be scaring divers by just chilling underwater in normal clothes way deeper than people should be, or doing the same thing to astronauts but that doesn't really get to happen that often. One time Simon Fairchild got to a victim before her and she still holds a grudge. (She uses his money to pay for uni and other assorted things as 'payback')

Physically when she's not using her powers her hair moves in the air slightly more than normal, almost floating, and her eyes are a very light blue. She also usually wears hoodies/ comfy clothes. When she is using her powers her eyes can shift from an almost glowing bright blue to an endlessly deep blue, like deep space or the depths, and her hair whips around like its in intense wind. Being around her kinda feels like when you're in between sleeping and awake and youre just starting to dream, but then it feels like you trip and you jerk awake, but constantly.

She also has a girlfriend! Her name is Jackie and she's an avatar of the web. They met in high school after Gracie came back from her trip. Jackie was already an avatar and decided to help show her the ropes. They started dating after they started university, which is coincidentally how they got involved with the archives. They needed to get some statements for a project (and bother Elias) and it snowballed into them hanging around and being cryptic at Jon and the others.

Jackie usually keeps her hair up, with one side of her head shaved, and a pink streak in the other. Her eyes are a really deep brown, and when she uses her powers they shift to a bright red. She can also open 6 other eyes, or form more arms, as well as being able to create/ see the threads that connect others and manipulate them. While Gracie is a bit ambivalent towards feeding her fear, seeing it more as a necessity to keep the powers that make her 'whole", Jackie enjoys creating fear and toying with others, even when she doesn't really need to.

Overall I'd say they're rather attached to humanity, and were pretty disturbed by the whole Eyepocalypse, and they definitely tried to help Jon and Martin undo everything. (Although I will say Jackie probably had a little more fun with the whole thing, and Gracie probably didn't hate every part of it soooo).

After the Eyepocalypse they lost their powers and kept a low profile during what I'd imagine would be avatar hunts (if the Simon Fairchild comment was anything to go by), before starting a YouTube channel to boost their image. Jackie is the face and Gracie is the camera and nothing ever goes wrong. They for sure never try and film at a place suuuper connected to the Fears like, say, Hilltop Road, and they for sure don't get pulled into an alternate dimension. No siree!

There's probably a lot more rattling around in my brain about those two, but I think those are the broad strokes. I also realized I've done a shockingly small amount of digital art of the two, so I guess I'll just put what I can scrounge around under the read more because this post is pretty long already :p

ALSO! Thank you so much for sending the ask! If you can't tell I love to talk about my little guys lol

them <3

[itsnothingofinterest]

You know what, I’m gonna do something fun. You remember that theory I had about AFO stealing the Shimuras quirks and those quirks & corresponding vestiges being in Tomura? Well I’m thinking I’m gonna take a crack at guessing what those quirks could be (/making up whatever sounds cool & might work because there’s not much to build off of), under the assumption that Tomura will get and use them like Deku and the OFA vestige quirks. Because I’ve grown really attached to this theory*.

Kotaro Shimura:

Starting off is everyone’s...at least 2nd least hated abusive parental figure of MHA and Nana’s son; Kotaro.

My guess for him is one I had since his last appearance alive, when a pair of hedge trimmers seemed like they flew to his hand to help him strike his son. Not that that’s how it happened in the anime, but I’m still attached to the idea regardless. I think he had a form of Psychokinesis, similar to Inko Midoriya (if you’d like, feel free to insert an Inko Shimura theory here). It seems a natural child quirk to Float, and would be useful to Tomura.

A telepathy quirk would, for example, allow Tomura to fight at range in a way he (and most of his allies) otherwise can’t; which opponents have tried to use against him in the past.

Chizuo:

Now, because of that fact that quirks build of their parent quirks, we’re gonna be a bit unconventional and do the grandparents next and move down the family tree; starting with the father-in-law because his cooking gives him one (1) actual character trait to base some assumptions off of. So I’m only mostly making something up from thin air.

Of course it probably wouldn’t be anything too impressive, being a civilian, so I’m gonna go with something really basic but potentially useful. Namely, a heightened sense of taste and smell that allowed him to become a fairly decent cook in life; mostly for his family.

Still as I said, basic can be useful, and a heightened sense of small could provide Shigaraki numerous advantages like it does Gigantomachia; such as tracking opponents or sniffing out traps.

Mako:

The grandmother, and sadly the one who we know the least about and has no parents I can speculate on; meaning I’m just making something up from scratch. If there’s anything to build on, it’s that she was a caring person, and I kinda get the impression she was the bread-winner of the pair back in her day. Hmm...

How’s about a Magic Hand quirk. Like the DnD cantrip. The ability to conjure some energy hands for when you need an extra pair or some extra reach. ...It’s the best I got.

Now Magic Hand might not seem too useful for Tomura; what with them likely to not be able to kill people or steal quirks like his normal hands, and also he can conjure all the hands he wants now. But idk, I think a pair of ghostly grabbers could prove useful.

Nao Shimura:

The penultimate family memeber; it’s time for Tenko’s kinder parent, Nao Shimura. Sadly, she is also someone without much of a developed personality outside her familial role to take power ideas from; but we did just came up with ideas for her parents to combine & build off of. Better than nothing.

Magic Hand & Enhanced Taste shall combine to form Body Double. The idea is that she conjures up an assistant made from a mist she exhales to, like her mom’s quirk, act as an extra pair of hands. Except it’s better because it’s a whole body. Still relatively short range though, if just to give room for her daughter.

This would be useful to Tomura as a distraction and something to take a hit for him when he’s in danger. Because it feels fitting for his mother’s quirk to be the one to best protect his life. (especially since I keep theorizing he’ll give Regen to Dabi.)

Hana Shimura:

Last but only technically least, one of the first Shimuras we ever saw, and the one I assume has the best quirk after Decay in the Shimura family since she had ambitions of being a hero; it’s Hana’s turn.

Factoring that with her free spirit, and combining Psychokinesis with Body Double, I’m guessing she had an Astral Projection quirk. The ability to create a solid double of herself which can be remote controlled. Unlike her mother’s quirk, which was more like an extra set of limbs, Astral Projection allows the user to see and hear through it and use it from any distance; and had Hana grown proficient with it, she even would have been able to change it’s shape in a variety of useful ways.

When combined with the AFO quirk in Tomura’s hands though, it allows for an even greater application. As by allowing a quirk vestige to inhabit the Astral Projection; Tomura could effectively bring back to life anyone who’s quirk was stolen, including anyone in his family. With enough control, perhaps his entire family! Now the catch is that any Projection may not be able to use their own quirk, as that would still be in Tomura’s body. But since the form could shape shift, the vestige may be able to replicate their quirk by simply shaping their body the way it should do with their quirk.

Such an awesome ability would surely become one of Tomura’s headliner powers, thus making the duo they always wanted to be...probably minus the ‘hero’ part, depending on when all this happens. (And honestly I don’t think he could ever be a hero with how the word has been soured for him.) But the important part is, they’d be working together. And with the rest of the family to boot.

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* Incidentally, because I am so attached t this theory, I happily welcome others to share their own ideas for the Shimuras’ quirks if you have any and are interested in sharing (which I presume you are if you’ve read this far into this theory post).

[cutegirlmayra]

Sonamy prompt: Sonic finds out some personal stuff about Amy on accident (either overhears a conversation or accidentally reads her diary). He finds out that besides Amy's love of adventure and genuine love the biggest reason she's so attached to Sonic is because he's the first real friend she ever made. He didn't just save her life he saved her from loneliness and she fears going back to that solitude of having no one around.

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Prompt:

Sonic put the letters down... a bit too far into his mind in processing how he saw the past... versus how Amy did.

He smiled and gently flopped the old letters down back on Amy's assorted table where many items were being organized and taken out again.

She had gone to her back shed near her garden to get more stuff out, having garbage bags all around... but Sonic was told that anything on this table was allowed to be trashed.

He couldn't... He just took one of the letters, folded it neatly into a tiny square, and tucked it into his glove.

He ended up taking another one... and another... later, after helping her with her 'spring cleaning' regiment, he took off to the hills behind some grove of trees.

The sunlight shone down like the revelation of feelings he had when reading the assorted letters... and one by one... took them out... looking at the top of the pages to see which was ordered first.

He had only skimmed at times... but he couldn't just throw them away without properly reading them first.

He was too curious for his own nature... but Amy was just gonna toss them anyway...

How bad could it be?

That he ended up... keeping them... for a long,... long time.

The Letters:

... So, naturally, I went to the strange floating planet, after the cards predicted a "Destined Meeting" how could I refuse?!

I didn't realize... how scary it was gonna be...

But for some reason, the handsome hero made me feel not scared at all! <^(^//u//^)^> I really liked how kind he was to me... Though, he didn't say much, I was nervous to even meet the famous Sonic The Hedgehog! Defender of little lives, they would say, with a big spiky head!

His head was normal size... at least, to me, he was perfect! Hehe~

I had never really thought about how much trouble I was putting him through, not until afterward. I trained really, really hard after that! I wanted to prove to my beloved hero that I could join his rough-and-tough gang of good-doers by entering the same tournament as him! But... I think I still had a lot of work to do. But, that didn't slow me down!

I knew we were destined for each other... but not even really knowing how to make a friend,... how was I supposed to get a husband!?

It boggled my mind for a little while... was I too clingy? To... needy? Not pretty enough Too headstrong? I don't think Sonic would be worried about that... he's not like other guys, he's a hero! Brave and true, right!? And a beautiful shade of blue~ Was I the one that had the vibe off?

It's been a bit since the tournament, and Sonic and I had our first real conversation! I knew it! That magazine that mentioned "The quickest way to a man's heart is his stomach" actually worked! Go figure, everyone told me those articles were hocus pocus, but I showed them!

Sonic ate a blueberry and peanut butter sandwich... because, well, I didn't know where to find strawberries... but he was very polite about it.

I was embarrassed a bit because I talked so much. I just wanted Sonic to know everything about me, that's how people start to like you, right? Through "Understanding one's emotions" so I just kinda rambled on about myself as though I even had a life before running into him... I don't know how he took that.

But I won't forget his smile, he was pretty into eating before looking up at me while chewing and staring into my eyes... Eeek! So handsome!!! <3 <3 <3 <^(>n///u///n<)^> He reminded me of a prince or knight from fairy tales... did I get him to want to be my boyfriend?

"Start small, work your way up." The magazines never mentioned what to do if the boy was always gone... but I couldn't just go back to my dull, boring life where I was on my own one minute, then scooped up by ill-fate the next! So... I just started to live life again... I didn't want to... but I hadn't seen him in so long.

I had this incredible adventure with Sonic again! I saved a Birdie and his family! I finally made Sonic respect me! Now he'll have to let me join his team!

Tails said today, "We're friends!" and I had to smile and wait till I was alone to cry about it. Sonic's never said that... not yet... but hearing his best friend, someone Sonic really trusts, say I could was his friend? It hit more than it should have... Knuckles might take some more time.

Psyche! Knuckles totally just handed me a chao and looked away all sweet about it! I'm in! He trusts me!!!

Now... if only I can get Sonic to admit tell me he cares...

Another gnarly adventure! Sonic must be so exhausted! But when I went to find him, he was just chillaxing as though another day had gone by! It was eventful, you should be resting, but like this!? Like nothing even happened?!

He said he was sad about Shadow... I didn't quite get it but I realized... I was sad, too. He didn't seem like a bad person... he was just trying to help his friend's dream come true... at least, the best way he could interpret it, and help it come true... I thought about my dreams, the world's dreams,...

I feel so stupid. I asked Sonic about his dreams, and he looked at me like I had said something that made his brain empty on the subject... Sonic, you big dork cool goofball! He does have dreams, right!? Does he really go through life just enjoying whatever he runs into???

Yes. I found out yesterday. Yes, he does.

I don't know why that frustrates me, or why I admire that so much... my heart keeps falling in love, but my mind keeps saying... he's never called you his friend before.

He was the first person I spent so much time trying to get close to... I know he isn't trying to be mean about it... he's very important, and the world needs him... but it hurts sometimes. Wondering all the time what we are... what I am to him.

Today, Sonic pulled me aside after showing up randomly to my home. He said he had to go for a long time, and now to worry... he wouldn't do that unless he considered me his girlfriend, right?

Sorry it's been so long! We were sucked into another world! Everyone was human, but not like Eggman, and the animals didn't talk or anything! Let me explain,-

Sonic moved the paper aside and continued to the next one, his heart a bit heavy, his eyes a bit drooped... Come on... where is it? The part where she realizes and writes what was so obvious to himself?

After Cosmo, Tails wasn't the same. We said goodbye to Chris and Sonic and I had a big dinner. It was nice~ Just the two of us.

Sonic narrowed his eyes, but this time, he skipped so much and started to rapidly skim the papers, flipping them over the other like a machine to find the paper where she knows who she is to him. None of the other letters to herself mentioned anything about her doubts anymore... did that mean... she accepted and figured out she was important to him?

Oh, I forgot to mention... when Sonic first got back, and gave me the flower, I felt like he really did care. I was the first person he came back to greet and let everyone know he was okay. That made me feel really special... that smile again... like maybe... he does enjoy my company.

Sonic frowned, gritting his teeth a bit as he hissed back his sorrows at making her wait so long to know how he felt.

She didn't even know..!? Was he that discreet? Or was she oblivious?

No... he couldn't blame her... maybe... girls just need a direct statement?

He wasn't exactly getting angry... but he was disappointed in himself.

He flipped the last page, worried when he only saw a few paragraphs...

Sonic was gone for so long... the Forces were really suffering without their shining blue hero to lead them on... I... wasn't doing so well either.

We won! Haha! As we were rebuilding, we each all stated how much we missed him... I put my hand to my heart, wanting to tell him specifically how I was feeling... but that would have been embarrassing. He knows. I'm sure he does.

It didn't mean I wasn't going to follow him around after that! Hehe, same old and forever,... I love him no matter what.

Sonic's body seemed to loosen from their tight, hunched fixation over the letters...

I almost never got to say it, you know? I finally did, I told him, "I love being with you, Sonic!" and tried to give him a smile that meant, 'you are my world, my very first love, and my dearest friend.' but I don't think it got across to him...

Until! The very next day, Sonic took me out on a run! No explanation, he just said he felt like it. I think Tails told him how much I was suffering without him, but I don't care, it was so much fun!

Sonic even said, "I love moments like this." when we were watching the sunset after a long, hard days work on some ruins left behind from Eggman's empire takeover. Sonic... said he loves moments with me... I knew then... that even if he never said it, we were all important to him. And... I hope he one day knows... how he's everything to me.

Sonic threw down the last paper, dashing off to head back to Amy's house... as the wind gently carried the papers... off into the sky.

[unorthodox-soundwave]

OKAY SO I’M GONNA ANALYZE THE HELL OUT OF THE TOTK TRAILER NOW

(the screenshots are gonna be sorta outta order bc of grouping for analysis)

LONG POST WARNING

First thing, there’s those twisty green things that were over ganon in the first teaser! It’s interesting that one of them is in Hateno… especially because that other shot doesn’t seem to be over Hateno, so there’s multiple?

What are these dudes??? Mini-Dragons??? Are they related to the three dragons we already know of??? I’m terrified by the fact that they can carry other enemies…

Also that’s a heat-seeking arrow!!! Will there be other new arrows???

There’s more of those markings, like from the Title Reveal Trailer! Still no real evidence of where they came from, though…

Plus, the third image has that glow around the towers… It kinda makes me wonder what role they’ll have during the new game? Is this an indication of the towers also being lifted into the sky alongside the castle? Because this shot appears to be prior to the islands appearing...

In fact, there's only one shot of a sky island that's in the stormy weather! But, meanwhile, there's numerous shots from on top of sky islands, as well as with plenty in the background.

This leads me to a belief that there's going to be a part of the early game which comes before parts of the ground (such as hyrule and the towers) lift into the air, and that part of the game will be in stormy weather. Then, when whatever happens with ganon's corpse... happens, everything will be lifted into the sky.

However, I don't think we're just getting new areas in the form of the sky...

...because it seems pretty clear there are some major cave areas now, too! Besides the fact that the First-Look Trailer takes place fully underground, it seems like some pretty major parts of the story are related to the underground. I find it interesting that both these shots are mini-bosses. Kilton's gonna have something to say about that.

Also, what's on the Hinox's neck? I don't think we've seen anything like that before. It is that same shade of green from the spirals earlier in the trailer/from the First-Look Trailer, which is interesting...

The Blood Moon seems like it's gonna be a lot more involved this time around. I almost feel like you might actually have to be actively able to keep playing while it occurs, instead of it just being a weekly cutscene.

Also, the side of the castle looks to be absolutely coated in malice, though that's not much of a surprise.

This scene really caught my attention. It's so strange!!!

Those are definitely guardian arms, and the floor's texture is reminiscent of a shrine (actually, we don't physically see any of the shrines in any of the trailers, which is strange...). But the rest of the building is very clearly Hylian-made. It's even got a Sheikah logo in the corner.

Plus, this is very clearly just a building somewhere since you can see the outside under the curtains. I wonder if this is a new tech lab built on some newly uncovered Sheikah structure's remains. A new tech lab, maybe? Kakariko didn't have one, after all, and Link's got a new piece of clearly-Sheikah tech attached to him...

On the topic of structures, actually, there's a couple parts of the floating islands that are very geometric. In fact, the cube in the second shot (which appears five whole times in the trailer, jeez.) is actually the North Lomai Labyrinth, I noticed, which is absolutely insane.

Is the other structure a new labyrinth? Because both the others in botw were rectangles... Also, isn't the North Lomai Labyrinth attributed to the Zonai, the group that people are speculating will be heavily involved in this game... it's all very interesting.

Also, it's worth noting that that giant-drone thing Link is on is the third of three shots of Link piloting various vehicles.

The fact that there are multiple modes of aerial transport makes a lot of sense, because the only real "flight" Link has is the paraglider, which can't go upwards on it's own, and I doubt they'd make us rely solely on finding updrafts and using Revali's gale for the whole game (if we even have access to the latter anymore).

But the car is very interesting. The fact that we'd need a car at all implies that getting around on the ground is gonna be rougher than before. And it also looks very much like it's Zonai-made based on the structures we've seen which are attributed to them. Mainly the dragon heads on the front wheels, that's blatant Zonai. The hovercraft also looks Zonai, though the hot air balloon is definitely Hylian.

We also visibly see Link fish a wheel out of the mud in another shot (using his new arm, no less!). And that chest in the background also looks to be of similar origin, and also locked? It seems similar to the skull chests that open upon defeating an enemy camp... I wonder if those chests have a different task connected to them. (A replacement for Korok puzzles, perhaps?)

Jumping somewhere completely unrelated, there's so much to unpack in this shot.

First off, I have almost no clue where this is. I thought it was that forest with the flat-topped trees before, but it definitely doesn't look like that upon closer inspection. It actually appears to in some giant cave, which lends more to the idea that we'll be venturing both in the sky and below ground.

I think the enemies here are malice-infected Lizalfos and a Bokoblin. I find it very interesting that the Bokoblin are mining. It seems like the enemies are definitely smarter this time around. (Which does align with Ganon's dialogue that begins on this shot.)

That glowing tree in the background is also very strange, but I don't know enough about Zelda lore as a whole to really make any calls there, I think. Best I can say is that it looks significant.

This is another very perplexing shot. It's obvious what's going on; Link's moving the island with the weird floaty thing, again using his arm. The floaty thing he's controlling seems to be the same shape as the island, no less.

It looks a bit similar to the Apparatus from a couple of the same-named shrines in BotW, which makes me worried about motion controls, but I'm too elated over the trailer to actually be that nervous about it.

This scene is very interesting. It's clearly pulled from a cutscene of sorts, but who's in it and what's happening is hard to parse.

First instincts told me this was a new scene of Link being re-knighted in some way, or something along those lines, post BotW. The white dress is very remiscent of Zelda, and we know Link has the hand. But then I thought about it a bit more and realized that didn't really make all that much sense.

I saw a different post that said they might be the princess and soldier from 10,000 years prior to BotW, the ones on the tapestry. That post also made me consider if this is Hylia and Demise.

Though, then I wondered (and someone with real Zelda Lore knowledge is gonna have to help me here); If Hylia's reincarnations are Zelda and Demise's reincarnations are Ganon, do we know who's reincarnating as Link? If we don't, is this them? Is this when Hylia recruits a protector for the Zeldas throughout time?

And, of course, this shot. If this doesn't confirm Zelda as being playable, I don't know what does. "But Link, I'm not sure you'll be able to stop him. Please, lend me your power!" is Zelda's full quote in the trailer, and it sounds very "It's dangerous to go alone"-like. The second half is over this shot, even, which I feel adds to the evidence that Zelda will be an active player this time.

(Also, Zelda's pose in this scene looks like that one horizontal figure from the mural in the Name-Reveal Trailer, right?)

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But anyway, I've hit the image limit for Tumblr posts, so that's as far as I go with this post. I'll be making a lot more posts about TotK in the next few months, and I've decided to delegate them to a different blog, @robot-gaming, because I wanna spare my mutuals and followers from this being the only thing I post about for the next half of the year.

[bouncymouse]

An update...

I should be writing, but I figured it's been a while since I posted anything that wasn't a reblog or a link to fic and I'm currently trying to find the sweet spot between "caffeinated enough to write killer sentences" and "brain go weeeeee"...

I started working on something pre-November '22 when I hit a slump with fanfic and threw some new ideas for an original series down. This one pulls from a couple of ideas I've had floating for a while and I guess it's what would happen if my Reno voice walked into a setting that's part Good Omens, part Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency... People are gay. There're grim reapers and office politics and this is probably the most cohesive world I've built in years.

Anywho, I'm kinda burned out when it comes to fanfic. The ideas aren't really there anymore and without new FFVII content, things are getting pretty stale. I recently opened my original notes again and most of the ideas I had still feel exciting, so I've started plotting more in-depth and then started writing and Idk... maybe this is the one that sticks.

Writing stuff without posting the second it's done is hard without the instant gratification of kudos/comments to keep me going, but it also doesn't come with the added pressure of keeping it up. I'm still really attached to the bouncy-verse, but recently, it just hasn't hit the same and there's a lot more stress connected to it. Maybe I can build these characters into people you like as much as the ones in my fanfic. We'll see.

[sanctified-silence]

Statement of Grian... no last name, huh. Statement of Grian, regarding luring fishing experience. Original statement was given 12 of February, 2024. Audio recorded by [static] the head archivist of [static]. Statement begins.

I've never been quite into fishing before. Not much of surprise, I probably don't look the type, I know. And I don't think I am "into" fishing now, to be crystal clear. Actually, I think that I won't be able to even think of fishing after all this is done. I will just try my best to forget this ever happen and come back to the architecture.

It was meant to be a break, okay? I was in quite the burn out recently. Work, work, work and more work just piled up my back, not giving me any room for breathing. More projects, more calculations, more designs, more thrown out expensive paper. More awful people I have to deal with to explain why their idea of the architecture and exterior design not only majorly impractical, but also dangerous. And I was having none of it.

Of course, when I saw that damn advert, I didn't hesitate to throw it all far away for some needed pause. Here, I wrote down exactly what it was saying.

[There's an attachment to the file of a small paper, on which was written down the words "Stillwaters Paradise - the best place to relax and take it slow, while the time swirls around you". There's also some artistic rendition of what the advert looked like in a rather sketchy drawing of lake and forest]

The next thing I know I was at that park, paying for my stay. I remember the woman that met me at the counter. Something about her gave me the willies, maybe it was her almost white grey eyes, that seemed a bit big for her face, that stared at me with distant expression. Her hair were sticking to her face and neck in way they would if they were wet. She reminded me of a dead fish, holding her lips slightly open.

She asked me if I'd like the fishing equipment go into my check. At first I tried to refuse, but her eyes made me feel dizzy as she was talking about how great this park is for all fishermen, so I reluctantly agreed.

At first I was just taking a nice stroll around the park, taking in the nature, since it was beautiful, haven't visited that many natural resources in the UK, or anywhere, for that matter, but the place was gorgeous, full of different trees and flowers. What I did notice however was that it was quiet. Uncanny quiet, I mean. No birds, no flies, no mosquitos, no anything. Just the sound of leaves moving on the wind.

It weirded me out a lot, but I wrote it off as me being stressed and overworked or something. Coming to a lake, I noticed multiple sets of fishing equipment in the shack nearby, I remembered that I actually payed for it, so might as well make my money worth, I figured and took one. I know, it sounds kinda stupid in hindsight, but I didn't know at the time that it's not a common practice. As I said, never was a fishing guy.

There were a couple of people who were fishing there already. None of them greeted me or even glanced at me, when I came down to a shore. Weird, but I just thought it's because they were really concentrated on what they were doing. They still creeped me out so I took a place as far of them as I could. I tried to make sense of the fishing equipment stuff I got, it seemed pretty straight forward from sidelines. And soon the float was in the water, innocently bobbing around.

At first it was somewhat normal I caught a couple of small fish, no clue what they are, but they gave enough of rush of emotion to continue on fishing.

I was staring at the float, there it was making a small circles on the water surface, I felt my eyelids get heavier and it took me a lot of strength to keep the open. My stomach started making that weird feeling of my very insides rotating, like unsettled bad lunch. There was this float. Bobbing. With time the circles of waves it was making started slowly spiraling inwards. No, the whole water surface around it started bending in those shapes without a proper form, shifting, breathing. Same is for my fishing rod.

Well, the rod in my hands stood unchanged, maybe a bit sharper and pointy than it's supposed to, but it was still normal. It's the fishing line, it's spun on itself and then in the next moment there was two. Three, four, six, ten, all different, with the same float, but they bounced on those weird waves that made no sense in their own manner. A few of them were pulled down as if the were getting the fish.

I tried to pull, but to no avail, the fish, or whatever was biting the bait was far stronger than me, but I could pull the other ones with no problem. It is then I looked into the sky, I don't remember why, maybe because I needed to stop my eyes from hurting, or maybe it was my growing headache, but there was no relief for either of them up there. Because all of the sky was in those fractal impossible shapes. Even the sun, it looked cartoon almost, bright, but not blinding. Headache inducing.

I got up from my fishing spot and immediately regretted it, the wildest vertigo I ever felt made me dizzy, I closed my eyes, trying to find a balance, but when I opened them again, I felt even more sick. I was standing in the sky, fishing. One of the rods caught on the sky's fractal and I tugged. I wish I didn't.

When I pulled, the whole damn sky was swept away under my feet and swirled, becoming this mess of blue, orange, yellow, green and white, trying to mix with water and surroundings of the park. The colours were bright, the edges of this swirl were sharp and it cut me and my clothes in multiple places, I think it even broke one of my nails. But it called me. It hurt to look, to touch, to even hear, because the noise was nothing I ever thought was possible, but I stepped into it. And another step, going further and further.

Just like that it was over.

Another visitor of the park was shaking me violentely, as we stood in the lake, knee deep. There was no rod in my hands. Actually there was nothing on my hands or arms or anywhere on me for that matters those deep painful cuts that I thought was there a moment ago. I looked back at where my fishing spot was, where also supposed to be the fish I caught. There was no fish there.

After that with half wet pants I drove off, back home. Far from this weird place. I remember the look of something I can only interpret as hungry disappointment in the face of the woman at the front desk.

I had a several nightmares after that, all far too bright and confusing. I remember standing in the fishing store, looking at equipment, but I have no recollection of going in. I found a rod by my door in one of the mornings. Sold it immediately. I found myself even driving the road to this park at multiple times, but turned around as soon as I understood where I was going.

Today was a first day when I took a shower without feeling like the drain collected a swirling light with the water.

[starmagnets]

Taranza gijinka is next bc I love him and also I think it's funny that he won the losers' bracket and is therefore the sexiest loser.

He only gets one drawing bc I didn't really have any ideas for changes to his design between TD and KSA save for his shoes (which were originally brown wingtips before they were boots). Plus drawing him once took three hours and I didn't wanna do that again.

Headcanons under the cut like with my other gijinka posts :)

(Rewritten from the drawing in case you couldn't read it) Not pictured, but while Taranza only has 2 arms, he can use magic to summon up to 4 floating hands, for a total of 6. The hands look and behave virtually identically to his real ones and can only act within a certain radius. (roughly arm's length if they were attached) Taranza has full feeling in these hands.

After the events of Triple Deluxe, I feel like Taranza wouldn't feel welcome in Floralia since he, yk, kinda indirectly caused Sectonia's descent into madness. This isn't true, of course, but he can't help but feel that way. He ends up moving to Dreamland because of this no longer feeling welcome in Floralia.

Long story short I like to think Taranza would be Castle Dedede's groundskeeper post TD.

Taranza has this giant book on botany that he only ever uses for pressing flowers.

He's blind in his lower set of eyes. His upper eyes have okay vision, though.

He wears so many layers because the average temperature in Floralia was much lower than Dreamland's due to its altitude. He still wears all these layers, but it's more out of a sense of nostalgia for Floralia than anything.

Taranza is REALLY good at multitasking. All those (summonable) hands.

Those teeth aren't just for show. They're incredibly sharp.

Once you get him talking, Taranza never shuts up. He really likes talking, but he's not the best at starting conversations.

Despite all his anxiety and insecurity, this guy is incredibly overconfident in his own intelligence and magical ability, and rightfully so given his skill.

He grows his own materials for making tea.

He's incredibly close with Magolor and Susie, having met them through Kirby. He's also friends with Marx, but he's kind of terrified of him.

In therapy. Just in general. Most of the Kirby cast is in therapy in my mind though so that's not just him.

[a-s-levynn]

For the ask game, 7,8,44 😊

Anon, never ever feel uncomfortable over sending in asks late or at any time really, no matter how many days, week, months after it is of if there i an ask game at all. There is no expiration date on asks games and my inbox is always open for anything random. 🫶🏻 Besides i love these things and a mere time jump is not gonna stop me form doing them.

7: Have tattoos?

I do have one, i'll link you the other answer i attached it to: LINK

8: Want any tattoos?

I do have several ideas, most of them music related in some way shape or form. I just need to figure them out properly both content and placement, 'cause i need to think unreasonably long about these. The one i'm toying with the most currently is one of the bird scketches that were done for of mice and men's echo album. But there is some figuring it out with it still. I also have an idea of an upper arm thingie with tentacles for some time now. Nothing is set in stone so far 'cause i currently i don't have the extra funds but soon. Y'all gonna see it probably when any new ink happens anyway, cause i use my blog as a blog when stuff happens.

44: A random fact about anything

Not gonna repeat the wombat poop one don't worry. But we staying with animals 'cause why not. Let's go with the sea unicorn's name because love how creatures get their names. Not the scientific ones but the common ones. Etymology is fun, especially as someone who is definitely not an etymologist. Now back to narwhals.. I'm sure it's a well known fact but i still love it.

Narwhal basically means "corps whale". Which sounds unreasonable cool for something looking that cute (they are so sweet, always smiling. look them up, you'll see). It is derived from old norse: "nár" meaning "corpse" and “hval” meaning “whale”. Pretty straightforward. Appearently the corpse part refers to their colour, with the greys and the dotted.. what's the word.. mottled! patterns, which makes them something akin in looks to a drowned corpse. (Also at summer they tend to just float around at the water's surface like logs and look like they are kinda dead.)

Which i can see to be honest, but still find it really fun that when it got it's name that was the first thing that came to mind? Like.. how did it went? "There is the cutest faced sea creature with a horn, kinda coloured like that washed up corpse over there.. let's name it after that!" or "Friend look that horned whale creature floating there is dead. OH NO IT MOVED, IT'S NOT DEAD, LET'S NAME IT DEAD!"

Anyway.