#Notes;AU Primer

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

𝕊𝕜𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: Mutual Friendship, Hinted Mutual Crush, College Au

⚠️Warnings⚠️: None

Word count: 769

𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 [10:45 PM] - "Should I be worried that you know how to replicate fake blood this well? I probably should be, right?" Jinwoo jokes as he enters your dorm room.

You decided to be a killer playboy bunny for the Halloween party tonight. The five-kitchen ingredient mixture drips from your neck as only moments ago you finished your makeup.

"If you want to get bloody tonight, I've got enough to share." You chuckle, placing the bowl of red liquid on your desk. "Where's your costume?"

Originally, it was supposed to be you and your best friend. She got hit with a bad stomach virus the night before and was still in recovery.

He offered to be your plus one once you gave him the news. It's somewhat of a favor he owed you from before. He's dressed in a black cotton button-down, partially unbuttoned, with matching black jeans. Black high-top Chuck Taylor's on his feet.

"My package got delayed, so no Ghostface mask. You're my plan B."

"Plan B?"

He takes a seat at your desk, crossing his arms as he leans back into your chair. "You've got any ideas?"

You squint, trying to picture a look on him. Something that would take no time at all.

"A Skeleton." You snap your fingers, having an 'aha' moment.

His mouth curled into a smile as he nodded, lifting his shoulder in a half shrug. Digging through your makeup bag, whatever wasn't in there was strewn about.

Your posters, tapestries, and post-it notes with reminders and daily affirmations on them catch his attention. Everything had a similar color palette, from your sheets to your laundry basket to your rug beside your bed. It made him wish he'd stop by more often.

"Do you want me to paint your neck and chest too?" You asked, sizing him up as you organized your brushes and body paints.

Your question hangs in the air. He hasn't had his face painted since he was a child. Tonight was the one night he could be truly himself. Carefree and stupid like every other twentysomething. Based on your makeup alone, he knows he's in good, capable hands.

Jinwoo scoots forward in your chair.

"Yeah, go all out. Make me a skeleton."

You smirk, standing between his legs. Raking your fingers through his hair, you attach two larger hair clips. His exposed forhead meets a cooling sensation from your primer. Its slushy to then tacky consistency threw him off.

You trace a black outline around his eye sockets, whispering for him to close his eyes. He does so, allowing you to deepen the shadows. Drawing on his nasal cavities and each tooth across his upper and lower lip, you're deathly close. Your thumb smudges away any mistakes, much to his confusion. He almost thought you were doing it on purpose. Almost.

Down his neck, your thin brush goes as he twitches a tad. "Are you ticklish?" You take a go at him. There was no reply. He merely blinks and scoffs.

You keep going, carving out each spinel vertebrae. From the cervical to the thoracic vertebra, brushstrokes flowed into his ribcage. His toned chest surprises but doesn’t shock you. Guess all that excessive training paid off.

"Tell me, what made you take this route this year?" A cheeky grin plastered across his face. "Never would've thought you were one for the classics."

"Classic easy access, you mean?" You joke, applying the white body paint next. It fills in the shaped skull of his face like an X-ray. Your brush strokes earn another twitch out of him.

"Jin, quit moving, or you're gonna look like shit." You huff, sucking your teeth.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I can't help it. It feels weird."

His mischievous glint in his eyes trails up and down your neck and exposed chest.

"I guess I'm playing guard dog tonight, too? All things considered?"

"If you're looking for an excuse to kick some guy's ass for looking at me too hard, be my guest. You don't need my permission."

You straightened your stance, making sure every marking was symmetrical. Up went your thumb. It splits his face into two halves. Closing your right eye, your tongue sticks out from between your lips.

He leans his head to the left, taking your thumb in his larger hand and pulling you forward.

"Whaddaya doing?"

"Admiring my work, you're one hell of a canvas." You thread a hand through his hair, removing the hair clips. His bangs flow back where they were.

Jinwoo rises from your chair. His hand never lets go of yours, nor does he break his gaze.

"Paint me again sometime, yeah?"

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A/N - HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃

[charxjokers09]

¡Hola a todos! Vengo a dar un aviso a algo que e querido hacer , verán ya casi llegamos a las 400 notas , tengo planeado en hacer un Cómic AU BL de mushroom oasis , este cómic sera catalogada para +17 (no con tendrá escenas +18 sera algo sano y pasivo en ese sentido) La portada se publicara el 18 de diciembre y el primer capitulo se publicara el 20-25 de diciembre ¡Gracias por los 340 notas! <3

"Hello everyone! I came to give an announcement about something I've wanted to do, you see we've almost reached 400 notes, I'm planning on making an AU BL Comic of Mushroom Oasis, this comic will be rated for +17 (it won't have +18 scenes, it will be something healthy and passive in that sense) The cover will be published on December 18th and the first chapter will be published on December 20th-25th. Thanks for the 340 notes! <3"

[michito202]

Missing Halloween AU

Aclaraciones:

-la historia esta basada en un cortometraje animado llamado "missing halloween" (lo se le copie hasta el nombre) yo simplemente escribi la historia con Chris y Martin como protagonistas, todos los creditos a su respectivo creador

-mencion de muerte, cuerpos y desapariciones, leer bajo su propio riesgo

-como es básicamente una copia no se si llamarlo au, de momento los dibujos que haga de esto tendran el #wk missing halloween au

Notitas random:

-hace mucho no escribo, ojala no se note tanto lol

-ni de broma lo traduzco jaja xd o deberia? Creo que la mayoria del fandom de los wk habla ingles pipipi

31 de octubre, Halloween

Todos aman halloween, niños y jovenes por igual, los mas pequeños suelen ir acompañados de sus padres para aquella animada tradicion de pedir dulces, mientras que los jovenes suelen hacer fiestas o travesuras, pero sin duda lo que hacia especial aquella fecha eran los disfraces

Hombres lobos, zombies, momias, todo tipo de criaturas aterradoras caminan por las calles en busca de dulces para saciar su apetito de azucar, era comun ver disfraces similares pues a los niños solian parecerles geniales y espeluznantes las mismas cosas

Fantasmas, demonios, o algun personaje de alguna pelicula de terror

Un pequeño chris observaba aquello desde su ventana, disfrazado como uno de sus animales favoritos, un demonio de tasmania! Aterrador verdad? A pesar de ser criaturas inofensivas para el humano, tenian una apariencia aterradora, agradecia a su madre haber hecho aquel disfraz pues a pesar de haber buscado en diferentes tiendas no habian encontrado ningun traje de aquel animal el año anterior, por lo que no le parecio mala idea volver a usar aquel disfraz, ademas asi seguramente su amigo lo reconocia mas facil, despues de todo habian pasado un año sin verse

Chris no tardo en perderse en sus pensamientos mientras observaba por la ventana, recordando el halloween anterior, recordaba estar entusiasmado al momento de ir a pedir dulces con su disfraz, intento unirse a alguno de los muchos grupos de niños que pedian dulces, aunque lo unico que consiguio fue ser rechazado por su disfraz, acaso nadie veia lo genial que era ser un demonio de tasmania? Porfavor! Recordaba como habia vuelto a su casa con cierta decepcion, pedir dulces solo no era tan divertido, pensaba entrar a su casa y quedarse adentro seguramente leyendo sobre algun animal genial y devorando los dulces que su madre habia comprado para los niños que llegaran a pedirlos, pero en su lugar se encontro una nota de su madre en la puerta diciendo que regresaria pronto

Recordo como se sento frente a la puerta esperando a su madre hasta que vio a un chico sentarse no muy lejos de ahi, tenia un disfraz de mapache cosa que emociono a chris pues era el primer disfraz de animal que veia, sin contar a los repetitivos hombres lobos

Recordo como se acerco con emocion, ganandose un golpe con la calabaza de plastico destinada para guardar los dulces al haber asustado al chico mapache

Y a pesar de ese inicio, se sento a su lado, empezaron a hablar, y ciertamente llegaron a conectar, chris acabo regalandole uno de sus dulces, y ambos comieron el caramelo mientras leian la nota de la envoltura

"me encontraste" decia la envoltura del mapache

"a quien le importa el dentista? Soy delicioso" decia la envoltura del demonio de tasmania, haciendo que este riera pues era verdad, aquel dulce era delicioso

Su madre lo saco de sus pensamientos cuando le ofrecio el tazon de dulces, cosa a la que se nego pues seguía esperando ver a su amigo, y justo en ese momento noto al pequeño rubio frente a la casa, por lo que salio con emocion a abrazar al chico mientras su madre los observaba desde adentro, haciendo una pequeña mueca antes de suspirar y salir de la casa con su celular en mano

Chris el cual hablaba entusiasmado con Martin volteo a ver atras cuando noto como este parecia ver a alguien, encontrandose con su madre la cual les tomo una fotografia antes de que ambos niños se fueran en busca de dulces

-veo que otra vez estas vestido de mapache- hablo con emocion mientras caminaba a su lado, realmente feliz de tener con quien pedir dulces este año

-bueno tu tampoco cambiaste tu disfraz- murmuro martin mientras lo observaba, cualquiera que los viera diria que martin era uno o dos años mayor que chris, ademas de ser un niño bastante tranquilo en comparacion a su energetico amigo, hablando con calma y manteniendo una expresion tranquila, casi neutra la mayor parte del tiempo

Chris solto una risita entusiasta -claro que no! Es genial! Hasta puedo hacer piruetas con esto!- y dicho aquello intento hacer una pirueta, chocandose con un pequeño grupo de niños que iban un poco mas adelante de ellos

-fijate por donde vas tonto!- miro con molestia a chris el cual se habia quedado en el suelo tras el impacto, el chico de cabello negro vestido de vampiro empujo a chris poco importandole que siguiera en el suelo -si vuelves a meterte con nosotros ya veras!- dicho eso siguio caminando con sus otros dos amigos

-tu pequeño hijo de...- antes de que terminara de insultar, noto como chris se levantaba casi de un brinco, cosa que lo sobresalto un poco

-vamos por dulces!- sonrio tomando su mano y llevandolo, casi arrastrado claro, a una de las muchas casas decoradas dispuesto a pedir dulces con el, cosa a la que martin no se nego

Puerta tras puerta, casa tras casa, ambos niños fueron pidiendo dulces, martin no hablaba mucho pero siempre era chris el que pedia con entusiasmo que le dieran dulces a su amigo, por alguna razon todos se negaban cosa que lo desconcerto, porque se negaban a darle dulces a martin? No lo entendia

Al cabo de unas horas la canasta con forma de calabaza de chris estaba casi repleta de dulces, mientras que la de martin estaba completamente vacia

Decidieron descansar un rato en una colina cercana, disfrutando momentaneamente de la calma que habia lejos de las casas decoradas y los niños disfrazados, centrandose en los sonidos del bosque detras de ellos, aquel momento fue aprovechado por chris para dejar la mitad de sus dulces en la canasta de martin, el cual solo se limito a agradecer

-vamos come uno- animo chris mientras tomaba un dulce y lo comia, accion que fue imitada por martin -que dice el tuyo?- pregunto acercandose mas al mayor

-"me encontraste"- leyo martin en voz alta

-el mio dice "seamos amigos"- dijo chris mostrando su propia envoltura de dulce -eso es gracioso porque ya somos amigos!- dijo con su caracteristico entusiasmo antes de reir

No sabian bien que tanto tiempo habian pasado sobre la colina, comiendo dulces y hablando entre ellos, pero finalmente martin dijo que lo mejor era que volvieran a sus casas antes de que se hiciera aun mas tarde, chris estuvo de acuerdo y ambos se dirigieron a la casa del ultimo mencionado mientras aun hablaban

Al llegar chris se confundio al notar a su madre con un doctor, noto como este parecia tener un informe medico asi que como pequeña travesura decidio "tomar prestado" aquel informe, mientras escapaba de su madre leyo aquel papel, deteniendose al ver que el informe era sobre el, y el diagnostico era... Amigos imaginarios?

-mamá... Que es esto?...- pregunto mientras veia a su madre en busca de respuestas

-Chris... Cariño... Tengo que mostrarte algo- dijo en un tono suave antes de mostrarle la fotografia que habia tomado horas atras, donde solo se veia a chris posando entusiastamente ante la camara

-no... No no no! El esta aqui! No lo ven!?- señalo desesperadamente al rubio a su lado- el es real! Miralo! -hablo con aun mas desesperacion, aunque su madre lo ignoraba pues hablaba con el doctor, seguramente preguntando por mas examenes o algo parecido, aunque para cuando su madre volteo a verlo este ya no estaba

Un mapache y un demonio de tasmania estaban sentados sobre una colina, mientras el demonio de tasmania seguia confundido, seguramente en negacion, su amigo no podia ser imaginario, no, seguramente era un error

-ya deja de tocarme!- se quejo martin ante la insistente manita sobre su mejilla

-enserio eres solo mi imaginacion?- pregunto en un tono lastimero, negandose a creer que el era solo producto de su imaginacion

-...- suspiro levemente antes de levantarse -ven... Ven conmigo- dijo acercandose a la cerca que separaba al bosque de todo lo demas, mientras levantaba algunos alambres que ya estaban sueltos para poder pasar

Chris dudo, viendo el cartel que decia "cuidado" -pero martin...- cuando volvio a ver a su amigo este ya estaba al otro lado de la cerca, mirandolo, chris no podia descifrar aquella mirada, insistencia? Decepcion? Suplica? No estaba seguro, pero cuando lo vio adentrarse al bosque no dudo en seguirlo, sin ser consiente del cartel de "trampas para osos" que habia caido de la cerca hace un tiempo

Chris corrio y corrio por el bosque, intentando no perderle el rastro al rubio, tuvo suerte de no pisar las trampas para oso que estaban en multiples partes del camino, pero finalmente llego a un claro, donde habia un gran arbol en el centro, y recargado en el estaba su amigo esperandolo con calma

-toma- ofrecio un dulce cuando chris finalmente se sento contra el arbol igual, y asi ambos comieron un caramelo

Martin sonrio levemente, mientras chris empezaba a quedarse dormido debido a lo tarde que era, y pronto ambos niños acabaron dormidos recargados contra aquel arbol

Mientras tanto una madre caminaba desesperada por el bosque mientras gritaba fuertemente el nombre de su hijo, en un intento de ser escuchada por el menor

Al frente de ella caminaba un policia con un palo de madera el cual movia frente a ellos para activar cualquier posible trampa

-no se preocupe, lo encontraremos- dijo una policia intentando calmar a la desconsolada madre, aunque no tuvo exito

Tras unos minutos mas caminando finalmente vieron al pequeño dormido contra un arbol, su madre por instinto quiso lanzarse hacia el y abrazarlo pero fue rápidamente detenida por el policia al frente de ella, pues aun habian muchas trampas para osos rodeandolos

La luz de la linterna ilumino cerca de chris, notando mas trampas de osos, pero notando igual algo que estaba junto a chris, recargado en el arbol a su lado

Los tres adultos quedaron congelados al ver de que se trataba aquel "algo"

Un cadaver putrefacto

Aun eran notorios algunos rasgos, y mientras la madre de chris observaba aquello en shock y un policia informaba por la radio lo que habian encontrado, la policia que antes habia intentado animar a la madre reviso entre sus notas los niños desaparecidos

"Dabio-Desaparecido"

"ultima vez visto el 31 de octubre pidiendo dulces"

No...

"Donita-Encontrado"

"ultima vez visto el 31 de octubre en su casa"

No...

"Martin-Desaparecido"

"ultima vez visto el 31 de octubre cerca de la colina"

...

"te encontre" decia la envoltura que chris tenia en sus manos al momento de ser encontrado junto al cuerpo de martin

"me encontraste" decia la envoltura sobre las manos putrefactas de martin

[aranarumei]

KIRIII these are all so incredibly tempting but I am nothing if not a predictable creature. dating sim au (ver. kiri) for the ask game if you would

ask me about my wip list?

considering that harusono's been tweeting about game routes isn't this just. serendipitous. anyways yah dating sim au. malt you were here through that saga but here's a primer for those who weren't.

(my response is about to get very long so I'm adding a readmore. the tl;dr is that we're in shiramiya territory)

okay. in july of 2023 @sunnnfish posted asking what thoughts people had re: a ssmy fantasy au. and also like other aus too. I write an excessively long response where at the tail end of it I mention that a ssmy dating sim au would be sooo good. this is because i feel like so much of ssmy and hrkg deal with Love as Expectation vs. Reality and a dating sim au is like. a perfect situation to highlight that. also I've always wanted to write some kind of dating sim au fic bc back in 2015 I wanted to write a fic version of the tomoda-kun fan manga that nozaki and mikoshiba create in gsnk. for those who have not seen that scene: happy pride month.

this is not really about me tho. because a day later @dirtbra1n read the words "ssmy dating sim au" and ran with it like a rocket. miyano gets isekai-d into a dating sim au world with the characters of ssmy and hrkg, and then shirahama follows him from the "real" world into the dating sim au world, because he is in love with miyano. and thus his hell of unrequital begins. and also the hell of like, being trapped in a dating sim au.

(side note: in august 2023 shiramiya was like. a total novelty to me. these days we have vol 10 to fuel the speculations but at this point all we really had is shirahama being Kinda Strange abt ssmy in chs 42 and 46. so i am always impressed by dirtbra1n just like. making such a good Called Shot)

anyways. i got invested. this was, in some respects, my tomoda-kun dreams from all those years ago. so now We Play In The Space. dirtbra1n's version of dating sim au is gonna differ from mine bc we're different people, but there will be shared elements bc we love discussion. @kagiura-akira's also done some dating sim au fic posting (ao3) which is awesome to see. i love a group sandbox.

this was actually a hard ask to answer bc i've kind of. posted all of my dating sim au stuff on tumblr already? here's my stuff in chronological order. and here's my ao3 series link (my fics on ao3 are slightly more cleaned up compared to the original tumblr posts). i use the #die over ? tag for stuff thats like. Me specifically. and #dating sim au for the general sandbox stuff.

so that's what dating sim au means, and that's what ver. kiri means. the rough plot I've got right now is like so: miyano gets isekaid (dies) and wakes up in a dating sim. he is comically trying to get out of all of the routes and ends up stumbling into Hidden Route sasaki who is not really a route and actually everyone in this game is kind of a real... Person, aren't they? strange. hijinks happen but miyano and sasaki get their happy end.

shirahama is in hell. shirahama is in a hell of his own making because he is partially fueling this dating sim world. through Reasons. a lot of it to do with the all-consuming nature of unrequited love as well as his stupid self-denial. he is kind of god and also kind of needs to kill god. admittedly I haven't fleshed this part out fully but structurally the idea behind dating sim au is that shirahama's living out his time looped nightmare trying to get miyano to the end. and i have a lot of things to say about love.

one of the very fun things that i've been playing around with is shirahama meeting up with ichinose during his first year and them developing a friendship bc they both have big unrequited feelings. and then what happens is that route-wise, the second year is the Big Deal for the dating sim, and thus when he's time looping it actually starts from when ichinose has already graduated. which kind of feels like he's dead? so so awesome. and i feel a little smug about this because this was before we knew ichinose was into video games. so obviously now it is way more fun. i'm so going to violeta fantasy this up.

uh i promised snippets didn't i. so i have to um. write something. right. righttttt.

Ichinose picked at the strands in front of his eyes. "You know you're not supposed to be here, right?" "How did you know?" Shirahama blurted out. No one had ever questioned his existence before, in the game world. Tashiro had remembered him in his middle school. Kagiura hadn't asked why the basketball team had suddenly hallucinated another member. Miyano had looked at him funny, but he hadn't said anything. Ichinose was the type of guy who smiled with his eyes, it seemed. "I'm the dorm head—I know which members are and aren't in the dorm." "Right," Shirahama said, heartbeat settling, but Ichinose was still standing there, smiling, inviting. "...Are you going to chase me out?" "There's a lot of things the dorm manager doesn't need to know," Ichinose replied, and that was that.

[instantcookiespysoul]

oc soul Eater

ingles

NERO

⚠️ Warning⚠️

This is an AU inspired by Soul Eater, created

@sami-guinea-arts

by me.

So, Fire Force will not be considered in any way. Let’s begin!

NERO is the original and first God of Madness or Kishin. His real name is Kishin, but he didn’t like it, so he changed it to Nero. The idea came from Lord Reaper, but in the end, Nero ended up hating his entire soul…

Relationships

Lord Reaper He was Nero's first friend before meeting Paloveus. Back then, Nero was very weak and skinny (even as a god), and for him, Lord Reaper was his greatest idol. But their relationship went to hell when Nero fell into madness. I'll give more details later…

Paloveus Nero met him thanks to Lord Reaper, who introduced them—his biggest mistake. Paloveus planted many ideas in Nero’s head, leading him further into madness…

Lord Death & Dynastes The brothers don’t know anything about Nero. They once heard his name mentioned in a book, but he burned it. Their father scolded them severely, but they didn’t understand why.

Asura He does know Nero—thanks to his descent into madness, Asura was the first one to see him. Well… let’s just say this Nero is completely insane, doing horrible things to people who fall into madness.

Death the Kid He doesn’t know Nero at all. Nothing, absolutely nothing… at least not yet.

Other Notes NERO knows nothing about his past or his creator. He simply exists to bring chaos, destroy peace and order—especially to Lord Reaper. He eventually realized what he had done and committed betrayal… It hurt him, and well… that’s a spoiler.

Español NERO

Advertencia ⚠️ Este es inspiración un au soul Eater la creadora

@sami-guinea-arts

Así que no se tomara nada ver fire force así que comencemos

NERO es el original y primer dios de la locura o de los kishin el nombre real de nero es kishin pero no le gusto se lo cambio a nero la idea fue de Lord Reaper poner el nombre al final termino odiando toda su alma …

Sus Relaciones

Lord Reaper Fue primer amigo antes de conocer Paloveus solia llevar muy muy bien nero ese tiempo es muy débil y flacucho ( aún siendo un dios ) por para el lord Reaper era su mayor ídolo pero la relación se fue carajo cuando cayó locura daré más datos de paso más cosas …

Paloveus Lo conoce gracias a lord Reaper se lo presento fue mayor error de el ya gracias este le metió muchas ideas y más cosas para cayera locura …

Lord Death y Dynastes

Los hermanos no sabe nada de él una vez lo mencionaron gracias a un libro lo termino quemando su padre regaño seriamente ellos no entendía porque ?

Asura El si lo conoce gracias cayó locura lo vio primero a el bueno digamos este NERO es maldito loco hace cosas horribles persona cai locura

Death the kid

No lo conoce en absoluto nada de nada aún no …

NERO no sabe nada su pasado ni creador nada solo existe para joder al mundo joder la paz y orden a si principalmente a lord Reaper…… principalmente el ya digamos se dio cuenta hizo la traición ….le dolió y pues ese spoiler…

[jackhkeynes]

Wings Afire

notes in translation on the opera Wings Afire (Ale in Fiamme).

Al Igne es un melodram compos par y Venijan Chiarina Bruno e preu parformað nell'Arena de Verona d'an 1824. Wings Afire is an opera written by Venisian Chiarina Bruno and first performed in the Verona Arena in 1824.

Caye l'ouvr primer scenað nell'Arena de Verona posc i dene closið con y sounç dy Var Teudesc Dovem. It was the first work staged in the Verona Arena since it was shuttered at the outbreak of the Second German War.

Y melodram es un renarranç dy legend d'Icar oc loy fignt cos enter apres dy cainç ny mythos, ant soumoin jait vars Icar mort ny collocq. The opera is a retelling of the legend of Icarus which takes place entirely after the events of the myth, with references to the dead Icarus in the dialogue.

Entarn scey y matron d'un vessonman acconnosc ayent a Dædal gemiscent; i l'aïð a y gavisc d'orðenjar redescovrir. It follows the matron of a clothiery who meets a grieving Daedalus; she helps him to rediscover the joy of invention.

Y music dy melodram es abrangent dy melody mogn e dolorous dy viol cemtir des cont a pouvr Borallesc; rumorað es ig Bruno au parol oïð den de sy fraðr Jacomo. The opera's music features the low-pitched mournful melodies of the graveyard fiddlers from Borlish folklore; Bruno is said to have heard of them from her brother Jacomo.

[jackhues]

angel's world! au - masterlist and notes!!

MASTERLIST

general au notes:

this is an interactive au and series, you can send ideas in and i will also be posting things randomly

hockey x f1

here's an f1 primer for anyone who isn't familiar with the sport

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au notes:

angel emelia verstappen, born september 30th 1997 (26 yo rn), is the younger twin sister to max verstappen. she used to kart when she was younger, but her heart was never in it

she dropped racing (still cheers her brother on), and instead became a fashion designer (max models for her a lot). she created a new line called l'acadia and it's doing pretty well

growing up, jos was pretty hard on her bcz he saw her potential in racing and wanted her to be rlly good. he used to try and pit max and her against each other ("you're lucky your brother wasn't in that race. he'd have beat you by ten seconds" or "if that was your sister in the car, she would've never let that happen")

max protected her a lot. he never saw what jos was doing to him as harmful, but he didn't want angel to have to do something she didn't want. after their parents split, the two lived with their dad. by then, max was very good at karting and jos was coming to terms with angel not wanting to be a racer (he still brings it up backhandedly sometimes, but angel's over it)

now here's where it gets spicy: angel dated someone on the grid, pierre gasly 2019-21 (21-23 yrs oldish).

they broke up, angel was literally so broken up and max was pissed as hell. (there's a fight). it takes a while, but angel starts getting back to how she used to be, but she doesn't want to date bcz she's scared of getting her heart broken like that

enter: mathew barzal

[blueteams]

The Cycling AU, Part 1: Macklin Celebrini

Hello and welcome to the first in what I hope will be a series of posts wherein the San Jose Sharks are a struggling UCI WorldTour men’s road cycling team.

In order that half of this post isn't just a guide to men's road cycling, I'm attaching a couple primers. This article is about the Tour de France but it does a pretty good job at explaining how the sport works as a whole. This post by @pro-cycling-primers explains the two main types of races on the cycling calendar. This section of the road cycling Wikipedia page lists the types of road cyclists and their specialties - just like hockey has centers, wingers, d-men, and goalies, cycling has its own roles for team members.

TLDR: There are two types of races - stage races and one-day races; teams will usually have 20+ riders but only 7 can participate per race (8 for Grand Tours); cycling is, against all odds, a team sport.

Now, on to the RPF!

While I think that it's very tempting to think that Macklin Celebrini would be an all-rounder, it's also important to note that while having 18-year-olds playing isn't out of the ordinary for the NHL, least of all for a 1OA, such a concept is practically unheard of in pro cycling. Most riders will stay in the under-23 racing categories (often in the ProSeries or Continental Series) before they debut in the WorldTour. Even then, those who elect to skip the under-23 category are unlikely to make their debut at a Grand Tour (Tour de France, Giro d'Italia, or Vuelta a España) before they hit their twenties. For someone to make it to a Grand Tour before hitting 20, they would have to be exceptionally good at one thing. For Mack, I think that would be time trialing.

Time trialing is an interesting aspect of cycling to say the least. Unlike in a regular road race, where you're racing against the other riders on the road, in a time trial, you're racing against the clock. What's more, unlike in a regular race, you can't rely on your teammates for help. The Wikipedia page puts it nicely: "ITTs are also referred to as 'the race of truth', as winning depends only on each rider's strength and endurance, and not on help provided by teammates and others riding ahead and creating a slipstream." Time trialing is extremely competitive, prioritizing aerodynamics and speed above all else (something which is reflected in unique kit and posture). If that doesn't sound like something Macklin "Yogurt king" "Brags about beating children in ministicks" "I don't get why nobody else cares that we're losing" Celebrini would be obsessed with, I don't know what else to tell you.

In this universe, Macklin is widely considered one of the best time trialists of his generation. At 17, he sweeps the men's junior time trial at the UCI World Championships. At 18, he is promptly signed to SAP-NetApp (cycling teams are named after their sponsors, unfortunately), a UCI WorldTour team coming off of a historically poor season. With their greatest time trialist and all-rounder set to retire at the end of the season, Macklin seems like the perfect addition to a team hoping for a miracle-level comeback. For now, he's a wunderkind time trialist. For directeur sportif Ryan Warsofsky, if all goes according to plan, Macklin might just bring the SAP organization its first Grand Tour stage win in 3 years.

It doesn't hurt that he's been getting on really well with the other members of the squad - especially Will Smith, the blonde-haired sprinter who's just been called up from the SAP development team. What could go wrong?

[abarbaricyalp]

Hello all. I wanted to discuss some messages people have been getting in regards to my fics. I received a message about an old fic that used the ableist term "human hand" to refer to Bucky's prosthetic arm. I was directed towards the sambuckylibrary's guide on ableist and racist language in fics, which is an excellent primer.

I have since been accused of not correcting the problem, which is untrue. This fic was written before the initial guide was created (You can look up the bingo post for Halloween 2021, which does not include the guide, which has been on the posts since then) When the guide was published, I went in and corrected the language in the fics I had previously published to that point. The anon seems to only be interacting with only the tumblr post of the fic. I was unable to edit the old post due to tumblr errors. I still cannot edit old posts. I have been trying.

This language and my usage of it is incredibly embarrassing. It is indeed the kind of thing that is so obvious when it is written out. I made the effort to correct usage of it as we learned as a fandom. I am now very aware of it and do not condone usage of that language in my fics, nor have I for many years.

I cannot imagine I have used any of these terms recently in any context unless it was intentionally highlighting Bucky feeling/ being treated like a weapon. I do have a few fics (namely the WinterFalcon AU or creature features) in which dehumanizing language is specifically used for that effect. I try to tag all of my fics, including my supernatural fics, in such a way that possible triggers can be avoided. If I have failed in that regard, I am deeply sorry and I encourage anyone to let me know.

One final note on this: if I EVER used the term "unwhole" or any variation of it in regards to Bucky, which was not part of his own inner monologue, please tell me. I have written multiple fics that involve Bucky's mental health and self image in positive and negative ways. I am sorry if this was upsetting or untagged. None of the character study fics leave Bucky in a negative headspace and his journey is part of the process. If I have made an egregious misstep in this regard, please please please tell me. This is not something I have ever meant to do or would think to do.

ETA: Upon checking, I do not believe I have ever used the term "robot(ic) hand/arm/fingers" even in the robot apocalypse fic. I also found no use of the word whole/unwhole to describe anyone negatively. Please correct me if I am wrong.

Please, I want people to feel comfortable pointing out fics and phrases so I can fix them. None of this was done viciously, it was done out of ignorance. I am always growing, as are all writers, and I welcome the feedback. I am deeply, deeply sorry about these previous missteps

[sb-essebi]

Tag game: Get to Know Me

Thank you so much @twottie-m8 for tagging me!

rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better and catch up with

Favorite Color(s): Blue and red :)

Last Song: I Cowboy Non Mollano by Max Pezzali, which is such a banger

Currently Reading: I just finished reading Terror y miseria en el primer franquismo by Sanchis Sinisterra for uni, next will probably be more uni stuff. For fun I've gotten back to reading fanfic, finally! Trying to catch up to a year of Sandman fanfic ahah.

Currently Watching: Nothing actually, mostly gaming streams to put on as background noise. I might rewatch Sandman again soon.

Currently Craving: a break. 48 hour days. idek man I'm so tired

Coffee or Tea: can't have either anymore! but when I could, I preferred coffee.

Hobby to Try: is it cheating if I say I just really want to get back to drawing again? I bought a really pretty sketchbook but haven't drawn anything yet, and the other day my dad made fun of me because he saw it on the table and was like "oooh pretty book!" he opened it and continued: "yep, very pretty. nice blank pages. very nice."

You know it's time to get your shit together when your dad starts playfully teasing you about it.

Current AU: *looks at current WIPs* pwp. monsterfucking pwp. pwp. pwp. pwp.

hmmm. yeah.

Still, I'm never not thinking about a retired!Dream AU that I really want to write, in fact I was thinking about it this morning while making breakfast. I have tons of notes for it but no plot to speak of 😅

but also, an AU I came up with much more recently but don't wanna say too much about yet is one where Hob kinda sorta rescues Dream from the fishbowl in 1889. Yeah, the year is not a typo. I think it will be a super fun fic if I ever get to writing it. This one does have a lot of plot thought out but it needs percolating :)

Tagging: @softest-punk @avelera @ghostboyjules @oakenshieldbaggins @blueberrymffn @wordsinhaled @wistfulchicken

[carthing]

Cars 3 Experiment AU

Life as an Experiment: Chase Racelott's Diary

Warnings: none

Tags: Cars 3, Experiment, Next gen racers, Pre cars 3, Chase Racelott, Jackson Storm, Aiden, Ryan Laney

Language: English

Wordcount: 1054

Notes: This will kind of just be chases diary entries of his life at the racing centre as an experiment

Chapter 1: Chases first day

Day 1

Wow I’m actually writing a diary; it was recommended by Ray, Jacksons trainer that I write my thoughts out in this, so I’m not distracted by feelings during training as he said. It’s weird I never thought I’d be writing a diary; I should start by introducing myself.

Hi! My name is Chase I'm 18 and I’m an up and coming racer in the piston cup. I’ve been training since I was a young car. I watched every piston cup race and tried to convince my parents to take me to races. I joined smaller tracks growing up and excelled being in the top 3 every race. I wanted to be first, so I never stopped bettering my technique, but I knew I needed to learn more. When I saw the advertisement that this racing centre was looking for up and coming racers, I took my chance and applied. As you can tell I was accepted and here I am.

Upon arriving at the centre, I was given a tour of the facilities there were training simulators, wind tunnels, and more I was excited to get training, I was informed that I would be given a trainer which made me even more excited, I don’t know who they’re going to be until tomorrow but I’m hoping its someone I can work well with.

 After being shown the centre I was shown my room, I’m rooming with some racers called Ryan, Aiden, and Jackson. So far, they seem pretty chill except for Jackson, Jackson seems more defensive, he doesn’t talk much and seems to keep to his own corner of the room. I think maybe he’ll open up at some point.

After lunch me and my roommates found out we are in an assigned group meaning we will spend a lot of our time together especially during group trainings and will rarely mingle with the other teams I’m ok with that at least we’re not isolated from each other that makes me happy.

Jacksons trainer Ray who Jackson calls Gus led us to a room we weren’t shown within our tour, we had our paint removed and changed to primer except for our spoilers and the edges of our body’s I was assigned the colour green and the number 17, its weird. We then had these probes connected to our bodies apparently, they track our vitals and stats, I guess it makes sense in order to keep us healthy when training. The others had different colours and numbers Ray said it's how the other members of the training centre will refer to us.

The probes feel weird on my body I hope the feeling goes away soon its annoying.

After sorting out our paint, numbers and colours Ray took us to the main area of the training centre giving us an in-depth tour of what each machine does and how we use it.

The simulator simulates racing on a real track and collects data based on how we race. He also said at some point we will get to go to the nearby racetrack to race each other and get used to the track, I’m excited for that. He even said our trainers would book for private track time to train I’m excited for that too.

The treadmills were pretty simple they just let us either go as fast as we have a set limit set by our trainers as a type of workout, there also TVs they can have displays set by our trainers to motivate us or as an exercise to better us a racers.

The wind tunnel was fun feeling the difference of the air flowing over you and how it changed based on how we sat on the track, if I sit lower on the track the wind flows over me easier. When we’re watching everyone else in the wind tunnel you can see the wind flowing over them it’s really cool.

Ray showed us the small race track out the back of the centre it was there to help us practice pitting, learn the flag meanings and practice how we would line up before a race. The smaller track was cool it reminded me of the tracks I used to race on as a kid just slightly bigger.

The last area that Ray showed us was strange it was a big empty room with large speakers in the corner, according to ray it was a room for trainers to take their racers to motivate them or simulate different situations like what they’d hear if there was a crash, or the sound of a busy racetrack. He said that music can be played and some of the other group would be put its the room together to socialize it's kind of funny.

For the rest of the day Ray kind of just supervised us as we got acquaintance to each other and the areas. Ryan was nice he has a competitive spirit but is also willing to make friends, I think he’s going to be a nice group member.

Aiden is kind of rude he doesn’t give off an “Approach me” feel, based on how he acted he seems more defensive like Jackson but also more of an anger outgoing personality.

Jackson, I think going to be chill, towards the end of our session with Ray he seemed fidgety and like he was going to get mad or something, he kept to himself or by Rays side The last thing we all decided to do was to race each other on the simulators.

Ryan and I versed each other, and Jackson and Aiden versed each other. I lost against Ryan, but I don’t mind, Aiden lost against Jackson and wasn’t too happy about it and went and pouted in the corner.

 The last race was between Ryan and Jackson, Ryan one fair and square but Jackson got mad, he started going on about how Ryan was cheating or something, he stormed out and Ray sent the rest of us off to go get dinner.

I didn’t see Jackson after that. The next time I saw Jackson he seemed really tired, we were in our room, he’s asleep now, so is Ryan and Aiden.

That’s going to be all for now, I should sleep I have a big day tomorrow. I'm excited.

[ravenkinnie]

hii im literally in love with your arcane fics, esp belly to the brutal!! sorry if you’ve already answered this but do you have any fave fics focusing on jinx? i don’t mind if they have ships or whatever. hope u have/had a nice day!!❤️❤️

thank you sm!! i love that one too so its nice to hear kskskzj

yesss I'm behind on fics I wanna read but here are some recs, I tagged people who I know are on tumble in case anybody wants to follow anyone

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48311221 by @revelisms

reve has a v poetic prose that I think fits jinx really well ESPECIALLY in this immediately post canon scenario

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45223507 by @typewriteringalaxy

this is dark fucked up porn written in this feverish manner but if you read my fics too then you probably either like it or don't mind it nsmjksk

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36002740

much lighter than others but jinx is still a freak which is a hard balance

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37234678

this is my fave caitjinx fic because it's exactly what I want from this ship, the messy jinx narrative and the enemies/weird fascination vibe its kiss kiss so good

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36291487

v good character study focused on jinx and silco

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37117366 by @mira-blue

short study type vignette on vi and jinx, it has this more tender tone but still messy and complicated dynamics underlying everything

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39124053 by @kaikamahine

I recommend grenadier too because it's vi pov but mostly focused on jinx but little left behind is just one of the most unique fics in this fandom. I think this author in general is one of those people who have a natural gift for character creation where they feel like unique layered people both when it's a pov character and outside characters and that fills with me with endless envy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38247436/chapters/95562865 by @sour-teeth

this is a dead dove so check tags and notes but if you're not used to dead doves this is a good primer for dark unreliable narrator characters. cess is a master at complex dynamics tho

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3038667 by @heroinejinx

modern caitjinx au, fun drama and messy characters and I recommend it as someone who doesn't usually read modern aus

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42185556 by @typeoapologist

porn where jinx is as weird as she deserves god bless

[collabwithmyself]

Hey Clab, it’s that time of year again! I mean, technically the correct time of year would have been October but whatever. It’s the time of the year to remember the Santa clause AU! Mostly because I’m watching it rn and it was the AU that introduced me to you! I haven’t been as up to date with your OCs (mostly cause I have no idea where to start) but I love seeing your art! I hope your year has been amazing!

Thank you for the well wishes and also the psychic damage! Hope your year has been well, too! As for my OCs, I can try to offer a primer! A list of my OCs, alongside my main stories of Threshold: Author's Note, Devil's Advocate, Work in Progress, and Giving Up The Ghost.

Maybe I should do an open ask event for them.

Anyways! Merry Almost-Christmas!

[parasolids]

been really interested in ff13 lately so i put my oc cal in there for funsies. this is so cringe but lore dump under cut

i'm basically doing plugsuit au but it happens in ff13. extremely quick primer for plugsuit au: cal is a mecha pilot living on his own for the first time and he's also a mess of a human who wants to die, it's not going well

-in this au cal's a warmech pilot with psicom, but crashes his mech near the vestige and is basically in the wrong place at the wrong time and gets branded by pulse with the rest of the group (who does not know he exists)

-he's basically in total shock, having first of all crashed his mech in a random location, has no clue what's going on with the purge, and is now suddenly branded a pulse l'cie himself, which is exactly what psicom is trying to kill

-they stumble upon him in his busted mech, obviously their initial reaction to a random psicom soldier is Not Friendly. he manages to save himself by describing the vision everyone had and showing the brand on his wrist. theyre like wow this guy is kind of a complete mess but obviously psicom is not going to take him back idk hes gotta end up in the plot somehow

-side note: one thing about cal is that he's spent a long time going "you know what i might as well just die" so when faced with what seems like an impossible situation, he will try exactly that. (this is something i struggle with in every au i put him in - if i put in him a crazy enough situation i have to figure out how to stop him from just immediately walking into the ocean and dying) anyways because of this, as soon as the shock wears off, he realizes he's completely screwed beyond measure, and basically gives up immediately and starts looking for a way out. l'cie brands move faster when a character is distressed, so i think cal having already given up from the start means his moves fast

-anyways when the party splits up, cal goes with lightning and hope, but the whole time he feels useless

-i think his role would be sentinel. more on that later since it's related to his eidolon, but his warmech means he's used to being on the defensive, and having very little regard for his own well being he's happy to take attacks all day

-i liked working on his eidolon - it appears when his brand reaches stage 5 (when the center eye starts to open). he panics and figures if he's going to die, he has to do it now, before risking turning cieth and becoming an even bigger threat to the party.

he manages to do a pretty good amount of damage to himself before everyone else notices what's up. healing magic basically keeps him from dying, but he's still physically and mentally not in good shape, and he's getting reamed out by lightning, who would expect better from another soldier

unfortunately, this is when his eidolon rocks up

i think its attack pattern is basically like - forcing him to actually fight for his life, and making him fight to protect the people around him. he thinks dying will make things easier for lightning and hope but it won't and i think the eidolon attacks tend to kind of point out what the protags need to do, in this case i think it's kind of pointing out that he needs to fight. it'll kill him if he really wants to die, but it's not going to make that easy for him

if he sits there and takes the attacks, his eidolon's attacks will be really physically painful but do very little damage. that could kill him eventually but it will take hours and hurt the entire time he's dying. which he's actually like... okay with so he kinda just lays on his back and takes it.

unfortunately if he goes long enough without fighting back, it starts targeting lightning and hope, and they have a limited ability to fight back - it's designed to be cal's fight. others can support and create openings but he has to land the blows. so he has to get up and fight, to show that he cares about keeping them safe too.

when he starts fighting back, the eidolon switches to attacks that hurt less physically but deal more damage, meaning he needs support - meaning he actually has to rely on lightning and hope to back him up. his eidolon is similar to his warmech so he has to point out information/weak spots to lightning and hope

when he finally defeats it and gets his crystal he probably has a whole sobbing fit, everyone is freaked out and uncomfortable, etc, also everyone is completely spent and they just go to bed. probably lightning wakes him up while hope is still sleeping to be like "hey you cannot do that again" kind of also chew him out a bit cal's like kind of scared now and basically resolves to at least try to survive to the end of the plotline. he's still basically looking for actual warranted reasons to put himself in harms way but like in a less noticeable way (so mostly in battle)

anyways i think this is why his main role would be sentinel - it seems unintuitive since cal's a bit frail honestly lol but he's happy to recklessly take a few blows, plus his eidolon is similar to a warmech - it keeps him safe and defended mostly, but to do any real damage, it has to unshield him/put him in a more vulnerable position

also im wondering if when the group gets back together, sazh/vanille/snow/fang start suspecting he might be up to no good, due to cal's PSICOM past and lightning and hope's kinda walking on eggshells around him at that point...

[clonemedickix]

Primer, my love, as he wonders what the hell his General is doing … now. (Cause she’s always into something)

OC CT-5609 Captain Primer, first in command of Dragon Company

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Rating: M

Word count: 4k

Pairing: Captain Rex, OC General Lara Lin, OC Primer, Volte and Boost, Clone Force 99, Darth Vader

Warnings: violence, fighting and mortal wounding, grief and angst

Excerpt Summary - Vader and his master released Lara’s greatest enemy from his prison in an attempt to get her killed. Confronted with no other way to stop him, she makes the choice of self sacrifice to save her beloved clones.

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Primer and Boost knew this was a trap, knew they were the bait. It had been too late to send a second transmission to wave them off, and they’d come to realize that the great black entity hiding within their cave was here for Lara. No one else would have been of consequence; the thing wanted her. The two clones heard the comms on the stormtroopers squawk, and the troopers inclined their ears to listen to the shoulder borne receivers. Aircraft approaching, everyone stand ready. Primer and Boost looked at each other and then glanced back at the other clones in the group; they all sensed something was up.

Shortly after, they saw the shapes of the Marauder and the drop ships from Nidhogg coming in, flying right past all of the Imperial ships as blatantly as day. There had been no point in trying to hide their landing; the fleet in orbit had allowed them to land, as these ships in atmosphere were doing. So the clones proceeded to land right in front of everyone, hoping it made a statement of just how much they didn’t care what the Empire thought of them. The doors to the ships opened, and the Dragon Company, the Bad Batch and Rex climbed down from their transports and stood on the beach, taking stock of all that was happening before them. Rex saw Primer and Boost stuck in the very low tech pen in the center of the stormtroopers, with Cut and Suu among them. Something caught Rex’s attention off to the right, and he looked over to see a very tall figure in all black standing in front of a Nu class shuttle, watching them as they disembarked from their crafts. The figure was arresting to the attention; wearing a large black mask full of life support machinery, a chest plate with more medical equipment, a thick padded suit and a black cape to match. He was an imposing figure, and Rex couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

“Rex! Y’all need to get out of here! LEAVE!” Primer shouted suddenly from in the pen. Watching the Man in Black, whom they had learned was called Darth Vader, Primer suddenly felt a wave of panic, knowing that if Rex and Echo were here, Lara was about to show up, and that was what Vader and that thing in the cave were waiting for. He saw Rex’s head snap around having heard him, and saw Rex more or less freeze, uncertain of what to do next, distracted by the figure of Vader, who was staring at Rex as if there were no other clones on the beach.

The ground started to shake, as if the first tremors of an earthquake were starting, and Rex saw the Floston clones all start to group up, nervously. Their wives were crying, almost in a panic, as if they knew something was coming that Rex and the Dragon Company couldn’t see. A dark, massive figure was emerging from the cave. It was cloaked in smoke, completely dark and seemingly made of flame and brimstone. It had smoldering red eyes which stared at the clones balefully as it advanced on their holding pen from the cave entrance. The monster carried a huge sword strapped to its back, and a large whip on its hip. Its steps were like peals of thunder as it approached, the ground shaking with each ponderous stride. Rex looked up at the monstrosity in awe and fear, then horror. The sword, this creature - he’d only heard of one such creature in his life, and that had been from stories Lara had told him of her early life, when she’d been created to defeat Morgoth the Deceiver and his evil lieutenant Sauron. She had always maintained that Sauron was completely destroyed in their final battle, and Morgoth imprisoned for eternity, but there was really only one entity this could be. And if he was here, then Lara was in grave danger.

A piercing cry split the air, a familiar roar, from far behind and over the sea. Primer and Rex both closed their eyes in defeat; Lara had come. The monster stopped and stood tall, searching the skies to find his arch enemy. Baiulus flew in, landing in a rush, his wings still flapping to help stop his forward motion. Lara leapt from his back and ran forward to Rex and the others, her eyes on Morgoth the whole time, a horrible resignation written on her face. Rex looked at her expression and asked “What is that thing, Lara?” Lara gave him only the briefest glance, more of a grimace than anything. She was focused entirely on the smoking, hulking black figure, who stared back at her with an eager look in his red flaming eyes. Light was growing around her, swirling like she was the center of her own storm, the star at the center of a planetary system. Rex saw all the stormtroopers start to retreat from their posts, headed back to their shuttles. They scrambled aboard as if trying to escape the smoky monster as fast as possible, and the ships started taking off quickly. Baiulus roared powerfully, standing tall in challenge to the creature before them. Lara watched the retreating troopers quietly, seeing the form of Vader standing on the loading ramp of one of the shuttles, watching her as they lifted off into the air.

Lara sighed, a sound of disgust and defeat, exhaustion and resignation; she knew only Vader and his puppet master Palpatine could have done this, unleashing this being before her. For it was none other than Morgoth the Deceiver, the veritable demon she was created to guard against, destroy if necessary. He was the most powerful force of evil in the universe ever to exist. Lara wondered for a brief moment if she was enough for this; could she defeat him and remain alive, herself? This battle could very well demand her life, and she felt sure Vader had gone along with this plan in an effort to remove the two most powerful, ancient beings that could stand against himself and his master. Their goal was to destroy her, to let Morgoth destroy her for them.

The beast suddenly spoke from within the dark flames, his voice as evil as his appearance. “The Guardian of the Balance and the Guide of Souls, come to offer me battle. I must thank the Sith who released me by means of their Old Magic. An opportunity to defeat my greatest enemy, and the spawn within you, is simply too good to pass up.” Morgoth laughed richly, as he watched Lara stand tall, seeing the curve of her belly where her child rested within her. “With your death, and the death of the Child of Promise, I will rule supreme over the Universe, and there will be nothing Eru Iluvatar can do to stop me, with his pet daughter defeated. I will end you, and end the line of your man. I will crush these menial beings you love so much and make you watch as I extinguish their light before you.” He laughed again, enjoying his taunting, watching the expressions of disgust and hate play across her face.

Lara sighed tiredly, her hand reaching up for her great sword. Her eyes passed over all the clones quickly, and then settled on Primer. “You need to leave, Primer. Get yourselves to the ships, now.” Lara looked over at Rex and simply gazed at him quietly, saying nothing for a long minute. “Rex, you need to leave as well. Get back on the Marauder, and all of you get out of here. You cannot help me in this fight. Having you here would only be a hindrance.” Her eyes were grave, and it made Rex feel abject panic.

“No, Lara, I’m not leaving you! Absolutely not!” Rex was shaking his head, starting to reach for her, when he saw her glance behind him, looking to Primer and Boost. Volte was standing with them as well, helping herd the rescued clones onto the freighters.

“Primer, you three get Rex off this planet now! Get him to safety, and all of you get out of here! That’s an order!” Lara’s command stopped the three men in their tracks and the force of it made Rex gasp. Lara’s loyal clones paused but a moment, then reached over and grabbed Rex bodily. Lara quickly stepped to Rex and kissed him, then focused on his eyes, wanting to capture their look and color one last time, if indeed this was to be her end. “I love you, Rex, but you have to go.” Her expression was one of pain, a grimace at the excruciating feel of severing one’s soul. She looked and nodded to Primer, and the three Dragons wrestled Rex back to the Marauder, where Echo was standing, also starting grasp the direness of the situation. Echo started to protest along with Rex, and moved to force himself past the Dragon Company clones, intending to fight his way down to Lara. A huge hand grabbed him by the arm and another reached past him to grab Rex. Wrecker had heard Lara’s command, and while he didn’t fully understand why she’d made the order, he knew it wouldn’t help the General for the two men she loved most to get in her way. Rex was screaming Lara’s name, fighting Wrecker’s grip as hard as he could, Wrecker pulling him all the while back to the Marauder’s ship ladder.

Having seen Wrecker secure Rex and Echo, she’d made eye contact with the big clone and nodded to him in thanks, feeling a real, deep love for him in that moment. Faithful Wrecker; her eyes were sad and his full of desperate concern for her, but he did as she had commanded. Primer, Volte and Boost stood beside the Marauder with the Batch and her Dragons backed up to take position on their ships, while Lara turned and strode over to Baiulus. She climbed on the dragon’s great back, and when she settled herself between his shoulders, they saw her drop her head for a moment, steadying her mind and taking a breath. When she let that breath out slowly, the clones all gasped in unison as light spilled from Lara, revealing her true form as the goddess she was. It was like seeing a star suddenly appear in their midst. She was so bright, they could barely see her outline within the pure, blue white light, and the stones of the Silmarils within her crown radiated light like beacons. Lara reached down and patted Baiulus on the neck and said “Okay my friend. It’s time. Show him what you’re made of.” Baiulus shook his head and roared powerfully, drawing himself up a bit like a snake preparing to strike. Bright golden flames suddenly shot from between his great scales, streaking down the line of his body and revealing him to be made of the very flames that burned within his mighty breast. Lara’s men all stared in wonder at both their General and the dragon, unaware that this was who they’d been serving alongside all along - while they’d accepted she was a goddess, here was the living proof of it.

Lara reached up and pulled her great sword over her shoulder, placing her helmet so seldom used on her head with her left hand. Baiulus stood to his full height, spreading his great leathery wings and hauling down with them to generate thrust, pulling himself skyward off the ground. He carried Lara forward, taking the battle to Morgoth. The skies above them filled with dark, threatening storm clouds, and wind started to swirl around them, picking up dust and debris. Lightning crashed, striking the ground with great peals of thunder. The monster stood, his flames and smoke swirling about him, pulling his darkness in as if wearing a heavy cloak. He reached down and pulled the coiled whip off his belt and drew his great sword to match Lara’s move. There would be battle. He was ready.

The dragon surged forward, tucked his wings and darted in towards Morgoth’s face. He spat fire at the monster’s eye, and Lara heard Morgoth roar in anger, as he reached up to swat at them like an annoying fly. Baiulus surged past the monster’s head and banked to come back around; Morgoth let fly with his whip, which broke out into flame. The tip of the angry flail made contact with Lara’s back as Baiulus flew past, and with a cry she fell from her mount’s back. The clones watched in horror as she streaked to the planet’s surface like a meteor.

Lara got back up; holding her great sword in her right hand, she drew her short sword. She would fight Morgoth from the ground. Baiulus could continue to harry him from the air. She could do this. The smoking monster swung his great sword and brought it crashing down on Lara with enough power to cut her in half, but she withstood the blow, crossing her swords above her head to block. She called the power of the Force to her and it seemed as if a glowing dome of light covered her - a small shield against his blows. Morgoth followed the sword strike with a lash of his whip, the lashing tip breaking through the Force’s energy. It struck her ankle and yanked her off her feet. She gave an angry grunt and scrambled back to her feet, working to defend herself with one of her swords. Morgoth spun and kicked her, sending her flying backwards to skid almost fifty feet in the dirt. Lara felt for the smallest moment that she’d had the wind knocked out of her, and she rolled to her side quickly and looked back at her troops. The clones all realized as one - Lara was heavily outmatched. With the cold grip of terror in their hearts, they wondered how she could possibly win this battle? The men suddenly knew paralyzing fear - they could very well be watching the death of their beloved leader, right before their eyes, and of the child within her.

Lara got back up, crouched low and watching the monster above her as it was momentarily distracted by Baiulus’ furious attack. The dragon bit and clawed at Morgoth, ripping large tears in the once beautiful god’s body. The blood that poured down his skin burned like molten fire, and he got in one good swipe at Baiulus, flinging the dragon away from him. Lara had taken that moment to rush Morgoth, trying to get in below his gaze, but he turned back and suddenly rammed his great sword into her gut, a gleaming smile of evil on his dark face. Their eyes met for a long moment, and he laughed into hers, speaking in the ancient language of the Aïnur, that she and her Father Iluvatar might hear: “See this, my Father. I have killed your daughter. I will have the Silmarils, the power of their light shall be darkened for eternity.” He laughed aloud now and suddenly turned his blade, widening the insertion site for maximal damage, then yanked it from her body as she collapsed to her knees, blood flowing from her freely.

It seemed time stood still for a moment. Rex saw Lara turn her eyes to meet his, then Lara looked to Echo, and moved finally to meet Primer’s gaze. She held Primer’s stare for a moment, and internally she screamed to him, “Primer GO! Get everyone off Floston. Baiulus will open the portal for you. I have to destroy this planet to destroy him. There will be nothing left. GO!” Rex watched her in dawning horror. The look on her face - she was about to do something awful. Something permanent and terrible.

Primer screamed an order for all the ships to take off; Rex only vaguely heard the words inside his head because he was staring at Lara so intently. The freighters and LAATs took off, and Primer, Volte and Boost ran to the Marauder, climbing aboard and hauling Rex into the ship’s interior. Primer turned towards the cockpit. “Tech, get this ship off the ground, NOW!” Tech did as told, quickly, hauling back on the collective and gunning the Marauder off the ground. Rex scrambled to the rear gunner’s mount to see Lara’s shrinking form as they pulled away; he saw the massive shape of Baiulus streak past them, heading for higher altitude. The dragon quickly passed the ships and opened a massive portal before them; the Empire’s blockade would not be able to stop them leaving. Rex, Echo, Primer, and Volte sandwiched themselves into the gunner’s mount in time to see Lara turn to look at them one last time.

I can’t win this, Lara thought wearily. But maybe, just maybe I can take him with me. Lara felt her life flash before her eyes with the decision made. She saw the beautiful face of her Elenna, laughing in the sunlight as they streaked along, galloping their horses across the green fields of Rohan, the wind lifting their hair. Battles she’d fought and won, screaming in triumph with her warriors. The moment she’d met Rex, the sight of his warm brown eyes gazing back at her. Laughing with Echo at her desk on Coruscant. Making love to Fives, the feel of his hands on her body. The look on Wrecker’s face in the hallway of Admiral Trench’s ship after she destroyed the droid sentry. Waking up on Nidhogg and seeing Primer’s face above hers. The feel of her child within her; her hand went to her belly for a moment when she realized - she was no longer alone in this life. She was giving up so much, to save the men she loved. Her motley family. It was worth it, all of it.

Lara looked back at the retreating form of the Marauder, tears shining in her eyes. She reversed her great sword in her right hand and brought it to her chest over her heart, bowing her head in farewell. In her heart, through her bond of blood, Lara spoke to her men. “I love you all. Take care of each other. I’ll always be with you, a part of you, and I’ll see you again on the shores of Valinor.”

Rex heard her message within his heart, and registered the shocked looks on Echo and Primer’s faces. They both looked horrified, stunned into a silence that felt like someone had grabbed their hearts and squeezed them into stillness. Rex started to yell back “NOOO! Lara NOOO!!” He started to beg, and plead, and claw at the glass of the ship canopy. He wanted off the ship, he wanted to get back to her. He didn’t care if that meant he fell 20,000 feet to get to her.

Lara watched as the ship continued to climb, seeing that the Imperial ships were also climbing back to space, evacuating the planet. With a weary sigh, Lara took her great sword, and called all of her power to her, all the power within the planet itself, all of the Force - even the power of Vader and Palpatine. She drew it within herself, as if settling a heavy cloak about her body, and Vader watched from a far distance out the windscreen of his ship, feeling his power draining away from within him, as the light surrounding Lara grew into the pure light of a white star, the winds surrounding her so strong that the very air grew alive with static electricity and lighting split the sky, striking around her nearly every second. For the briefest second, the small part of Anakin within Vader welcomed the feeling of his power draining away, hoping there was some chance for the goddess he’d once called a friend.

Lara looked up at Morgoth and took a deep breath to steady herself. She felt a sudden surge of rage and frustration, bitter loss rising up to choke her and she felt the need to scream at the beast before her. She had a flash back to her time spent with the Vikings, the memory of their berserkers and Valkyries giving strength to her fury. Still she pulled power to her, even as she started to speak.

“Lo, there do I see my Father.” She turned away from the retreating form of the Marauder to face the black horror of Morgoth. “Lo, there do I see my Mother and my Sisters and my Brothers!” Lara concentrated, drawing more and more power of the Force to herself. “Lo, there do I see the LINE OF MY PEOPLE, BACK TO THE BEGINNING!” She took two long strides toward the cursed form of her ancient enemy, the enemy of her people and of all creation. “Lo, they do call to me! They bid me take my place among them, in the halls of VALINOR, WHERE THE BRAVE MAY LIVE FOREVER!!!“ A briefly quirky idea crossed her mind like an inappropriately timed giggle - they won’t mind that I adapted the prayer a little, she thought. She raised her eyes to the nightmare of darkness standing before her, his cruel smile taunting her.

Lara swung her great sword in an arc over her head and then brought it down with her short sword, stabbing them with both hands into the earth before her and connecting suddenly to the power of the Force she had gathered as she let out a scream of fury, like a Valkyrie in battle. The light of that power expanded out from her like an exploding nebula, a nuclear blast strong enough to destroy all in its radius. Almost in slow motion the men on the Marauder could see the ground around her, the surface of the planet, and the body of Morgoth in front of her fracture into pieces, his flames and her light mingling then roiling forward in a great parabola of light as the pressure wave of power pulsed forward. Tech saw the shockwave of the blast coming behind them and out of the corner of his eye he registered the massive form of Baiulus swoop over them, opening a portal. He gunned the ship through to save them all, leaving the sight of Lara’s destruction behind in a growing asteroid field where once there was a beautiful planet of paradise. He heard Rex screaming behind him in the back of the ship, saw Omega’s face pale and streaked with tears, and Tech himself started to feel tears spill down his cheeks, his breath struggling to come out in something short of a sob.

“GO BACK!!!” Rex was beside himself screaming. “We have to go back, we have to get her!” He was so desperate he was about to tear the ship apart, and he suddenly moved to the door to open the hatch. He could pressurize his helmet; he could skydive back to her. He wasn’t leaving Lara there. Wrecker watched Rex’s frantic movements through blinding tears; he finally grabbed Rex to stop him from hitting the button to open the Marauder’s hatch. He held Rex in a great bear hug to restrain him, while Rex fought him like a mad man. Primer looked over at Volte with a heartbroken expression and nodded once. Volte pulled a syringe from a case in his pocket and quickly stabbed Rex in the deltoid to sedate him. Rex crumpled in a limp heap on the floor, a look of betrayal on his face aimed at the two Dragons. Volte reached down to check on him quickly, then stood and looked around the room at the faces of the clones. The men were all silent with despair, all crying, trying to grapple with the loss of their beloved General. Primer looked up at Echo, seeing the man’s face was wet with tears; Echo suddenly brought his hand to his face and turned to sit on the floor where he’d been standing, sobbing softly into his glove.

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EXP-VERSE Art dump!

ENG: Happy New Year Everyone!

So, after Christmas and all of the Holidays I working again in my comic, so I thought it's time to show some scrapped concepts/art of the prologue for all of you to see! -- This is really old, so it looks very different to my actual style, hope you enjoy it!

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SPA: Feliz Año Nuevo gente bonita

So, después de Navidad y todas las festividades, estoy trabajando nuevamente en mi cómic, así que pensé que era hora de mostrarles algunos conceptos/arte descartados del prólogo para que lo vean. ¡Esto es muy antiguo, por lo que se ve muy diferente a mi estilo actual, espero que lo disfruten!

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Nota: El primer diseño/concepto de Genk! No es el primer personaje que diseñé para el comic pero es el que acabó como protagonista

Note: The first design/concept of Genk! It's not the first character I designed for the comic but it's the one that ended up as the protagonist

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Note: The Genk's 2nd design ended up with- This one don't last to long because I didn't like the colors, the only thing that remains of this design is the fact that Genk wears crocs, also the first time I designed his pen- The early pen concept ended discard because of the tons of detail it has

Nota: el 2do diseño con el que Genk terminó- este no dura mucho porque no me gustaron los colores, lo único que queda de este diseño es el hecho de que Genk usa Crocs, También fue la primera vez que diseñé su bolígrafo. El concepto inicial del bolígrafo terminó descartado debido a la gran cantidad de detalles que tenía.

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Note: The first concept of... Godish!Ink (The evil ink-kinda-figure of the comic), they was going to look a lot more like X!Gaster and had this thing of his scarf transforming into this creepy hands but ended up discarted because i didn't like it at all

Nota: El primer concepto de... Godish!Ink (el tipo malo que se parece a Ink del cómic), se iba a parecer mucho más a X!Gaster y tenía esta cosa de su bufanda transformándose en estas manos espeluznantes, pero terminó descartado porque no me gustó del todo.

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Note: Early concept of Ross and Genk- Ross was planned pretty early because I want a father figure for Genk (similar of Ink with Serif & Top Gasters), it ended up being an Asgore because why not! More Asgore AU variants- He was planned for Chapter 1 but I ended introducing him in the Prologue, in the Chapter 1 we will have more information about him and his relation with Genk

Nota: Concepto inicial de Ross y Genk- Ross fue planeado bastante temprano porque quería una figura paterna para Genk (similar a Ink con Serif y Top Gasters), terminó siendo un Asgore porque ¡por qué no! Más variantes de Asgore- estaba planeado para el Capítulo 1, pero terminé presentándolo en el Prólogo, en el Capítulo 1 tendremos más información sobre él y su relación con Genk

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Note: Concepts for the AU logo and the image un the masterpost, at the end I decided to keep it simple, that's why this ended up discarded

Nota: Conceptos para el logo de AU y la imagen en el masterpost, al final decidí mantenerlo simple, por eso esto terminó descartado.

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Note: I don't really remember why I made this lol- But hey! You now know more about early Genk and his differences with Ink! A lot of this is outdated, the only thing that I think that remains is the fact that Genk's pen is named Peffie.

Nota: No recuerdo muy bien por qué hice esto, lol- ¡Pero bueno! ¡Ahora saben más sobre el Genk original y sus diferencias con Ink! Mucho de esto está desactualizado, lo único que creo que permanece es el hecho de que la pluma/bolígrafo de Genk se llama Peffie.

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SPANISH DUB:

TÚ NO PUEDES ESCAPAR DE MÍ, GENK

NO IMPORTA QUE TANTO LLORES, QUE TANTO CREAS, QUE TANTO GRITES

TUS PENSAMIENTOS, TUS SENTIMIENTOS

INCLUSO ESA "ALMA" QUE TE DIERON

TODO ESO ME PERTENECE, TÚ ME PERTENECES

ELLOS TE ABANDONARON, TE DEJARON, TE DEJARON ROTO Y YO TE COMPLETÉ

Y YO SE LO QUE PIENSAS, QUE YO SOY EL MALO AQUÍ

PERO GENK, YO NO SOY MALO, DE HECHO TODO LO CONTRARIO, YO SOY TU SALVADOR, TU DUEÑO, TU DIOS

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Note: A very old, OLD comic concept in-between Genk and Godish!Ink before I ever considered to make the comic, well- In this stage I was deciding in between making Genk acknowledged the presence of this Ink anyplace he goes and that he is in fact following him or- Well what happens in the Prologue.

Nota: Un concepto de cómic viejo, muy VIEJO, entre Genk y Godish!Ink antes de que considerara hacer el cómic, bueno, en esta etapa estaba decidiendo entre hacer que Genk reconociera la presencia de este Ink en cualquier lugar al que va y que de hecho lo esta siguiendo o... bueno, lo que pasa en el Prólogo.

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Anyways, I'm talking a Looooot- See ya soon for more updates about the Chapter 1 progress or more scrapped material of the Prologue... BYEEEEE

De todos modos, estoy hablando mucho. Nos vemos pronto para más actualizaciones sobre el progreso del Capítulo 1 o más material descartado del Prólogo... Chaoooo